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worldismyne · 2 years ago

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Almost Home Ch 3

Summary: Harv takes shelter in a strange castle in the middle of the woods on his way back home. He only planned on staying one night. It’s just, there always seems to be a reason why it’d be a good idea to stay just one more night.

AU - Finn and Harv meet years after graduating.

Rating: M (for later chapters)

Pairing: Harv/Finn

Series: Warrior U

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Old habits died hard. Now that he wasn't painfully exhausted, Harv found himself waking up at the crack of dawn, the sunrise melting into a brilliant white light. He pulled back the curtains, a cloud of dust mimicking the heavy snow fall outside. Cold air seeped through the glass, a grim reminder that Harv would soon find himself in the thick of it again. He sighed and looked over at the pile of old boxes. Ornate trinkets and golden bells poked up out the tops of them, covered in dust after they had been shoved away so unceremoniously. There wasn't much to do while he waited, though he could start gathering what little things he had brought with him.

His gear!

He exited his room and ran down stairs despite being half dressed. A handful of bells trembled as he roughly opened the front door. Snow was packed tight through the iron gate at nose height. All he could think about was his livelihood buried under the ice. The leather straps were bound to be soaked through and there was no way to dig it out safely without inviting in the weather.

From upstairs there was a flurry of clatters and bangs as Finn readied a crossbow and aimed it at the door from the top of the stairs. Harv turned, the last thing he was expecting to see was his host armed, wearing nothing but a sheer feather robe and lacy briefs. Finn breathed a sigh of relief when he realized no one was at the door.

"Harvey, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" He lowered his weapon and leaned against the wall. "I thought someone broke in."

"I don't think anyone's getting in here for a while." Harv looked back at the wall of snow.

"Oh..." Finn didn't sound disappointed in the least. "Well, there's no amount of staring that will change the weather." Harv slowly closed the door. "I don't know about you, but I've worked up quite the appetite." He set the crossbow down on a runner table in the hallway and made his way downstairs. Harv looked up at the ceiling. The robe and lace left very little to the imagination, more sky-blue accents then clothes, especially since Finn hadn't bothered to close the robe before grabbing a weapon. It was rude to stare directly at people's bodies, even if they were decorated in pretty sheer fabrics and lace. Finn came up next to him and looked up at the same spot on the ceiling. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Harv took in a deep breath and looked back at Finn's tousled hair and inquisitive eyes; somehow this was leaving him just as flustered.

"Alright... so, food?" Finn raised his brow with a wry smile. "What?"

"Nothing." Harv shook his head. "I'm just." He couldn't remember where the kitchen was from last night. Finn kept looking at him with this goofy grin like there was some joke only he was privy to. "I'm sorry, I never meant to force you to shelter me for so long."

"What are you apologizing for? You have no more say over the weather than I do." Finn crossed his arms. "Do I look put out to you?" Harv glanced down at his frame and he had to agree, Finn was very comfortable in his own home.

"Then quit apologizing already. You're not the unwanted company you seem to think you are."

"Oh." Harv was almost touched, then Finn turned around to start walking toward the kitchen and Harv immediately had to look at the ceiling again. There was no safe place to look, it seemed. He managed to follow his host by keeping his eyes trained at the ground and navigating by sound. He was thankful for the excuse to immediately sit at the table in silence while Finn fetched things from the kitchen out of sight. Finn returned with an assortment of biscuits and tea, not the most filling of breakfasts, but there was only so much one could do in this scenario. He kept his eyes firmly on the woodgrain of the table until he heard Finn take a seat at the head of the table. "How long do these storms tend to last?" He asked once he was confident his voice wouldn't waver to an odd pitch. He had heard in the past of people getting stuck at inns for weeks at a time in colder regions.

"I think the longest around here was five days?" Finn hummed as he nibbled on a shortbread. "Hard to say, I'm not terribly outdoorsy even when the weather is pleasant." That was way too long, too much food and resources to devote to someone who lifted an ax for a few hours.

"Is there anything else you need done?" He'd heard the way the doors creak and seen the dust pile up in all corners of the house. There was just no way for one person to upkeep a home this large and work all the time. Some things were bound to have slipped through the cracks.

"I guess the floor could use some sweeping if you're that bored." Finn hummed, so used to the decline of the house it didn't register as something in need of fixing. "You really don't have to." Harv was all too aware of every slight movement Finn took as he sipped at his tea and realized if he had nothing to busy himself with, he very well might go stir crazy.

"There has to be something else I could do." Every time the feather lining of the robe shifted; the image burned itself into a place in Harv's mind. Not from horror or scandal, but definitely with the intention to replay the moment on loop once Harv was alone. "Anything at all."

"I mean you're more than welcome to poke around and tidy up, just don't move things without asking first. The last thing I need is my things being put away for safekeeping. I always forget where things are once they're out of sight." That explained the vast assortment of untouched boxes. "Oh, and there are a few rooms I'd rather leave untouched for sentimental reasons." For a brief moment it felt like Finn was some place far in the past. "I'll put ribbons on the handles.. Something bright... It's easier to just leave them be." He took a moment to breathe and pulled himself back to the present. "I should probably take advantage of the unexpected extension and actually write something." He stuck his tongue out. "If you're working and I'm lazing about I'll feel bad. No time like the present I suppose."

"Aren't you going to get dressed first?" Harv choked out, quick to look back at his biscuits before Finn could step away from the table. He could hear Finn snickering and biting his lip.

"I will if you do." Finn started laughing once Harv looked down and realized he never bothered to fetch his tunic from the bedroom floor. "Oh, but I do have so many nice things I've barely had a chance to wear. It would be a shame to waste this opportunity." As long as it covered half of Finn, Harv was certain he'd be able to hold a normal conversation again without feeling so self conscious. "You know, now that I think about it, there may be some things that fit you in the old boudoir. I completely forgot about mother's little trophies." Harv didn't have the heart to ask what Finn meant by trophies, more distracted by the mention of a lady of the house.

"Should I greet her, or-" Harv started to stammer, but quickly cut himself off when he saw Finn's smile fade.

"That's very thoughtful of you, but I'm afraid you're a few years too late for that." Finn sighed. "I think she would have liked you." He clapped his hands together and tried to shake off the morose feeling once more.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine, like I said, there are some things we have no say over."

-v-

The state of the house started to paint a clearer picture to Harv as he busied himself greasing hinges and throwing away all the useless evidence of life that had been set down and walked away from. Harv's father had always said there were certain roles caretakers and wives took on that tended to crumble by the wayside if a man was left alone with no instruction. Finn's mother's passing had been sudden in nature, not that Harv felt comfortable prying. He could feel it in small ways throughout the house. The bottles in the bathroom that he wasn't allowed to touch the first day were her's, there were books that had been set down in odd places with intact layers of dust on the covers, empty cups sat on end tables and forgotten; it was as if time had frozen in these small parts of the house. The boxes in his temporary room were full of yuletide decorations that hadn't been put up, not because the holiday had passed, but because Finn hadn't seen the point in decorating an empty house.

The trophies Finn had dug up were random articles of clothing from ex-lovers of her's over the years. Finn was actually able to cobble together a few ill-fitting outfits from the things that had been left behind.

"You'd be surprised how quickly a man could run out that door the minute a child walks in asking if he's going to be their new father." Finn chuckled. "It was devastating the first time, but the older I got the funnier it became." He handed Harv a blank tunic, no matter how he looked at it, it must have belonged to a knight of some kind. "You can keep them. I really have no use for these things." A gift given on 25 th was usually an omen of the year to come. Harv had no clue what second-hand goods would foretell. He looked at the detailed embroidery, even though it was dated, it was nicer than anything anyone in his family had worn.

"I wanted to show you something." Harv led Finn into the sitting room where the bells and greenery had been strung up. Fresh candles flickered in clean holders. "I wasn't sure where exactly everything usually went, but I tried. Did I get close?" Finn shook his head, keeping his hands in front of his face to hide his expression. The small sniffles and swallows he made were more than enough to tell the bard was close to tears.

"No, it's all in different places." Finn put down his hands and smiled at Harv. "It's perfect. Harvey, you really didn't have to do this." Even with all his years training to channel emotions into lyrics, Finn struggled to put into words the rush of emotions having so much new life in the house made him feel. He was happy, he felt guilty, it was like breathing for the first time after being underwater and fearing if he'd sink back under far too soon. It was silly to have the house like this when everything would just have to be put away in less than a week, but that week wouldn't be spent by himself in the dark. It was all so much to take in at once.

"Is there anything else you need help with around here?" All day Harv had been running around trying to fix things, as if he hadn't done enough yet.

"Did you pick up anything about song writing on the road?" Finn loathed how thick with emotion his voice sounded, his nose threatening to drip. He felt so gross all over his face, but Harv still looked at him with kindness.

"Not in the slightest." Harv shook his head. "I'm the last person you should ask to write something if I'm perfectly honest."

"Darn." Finn said without an ounce of ill will. "Guess I'll have to do my job."

"You didn't get anything written?" Harv asked with concern. He'd had half the day.

"Well, since we're being honest." Finn rolled his eyes. "I haven't written much of anything in a few months, and the stuff I have has been nonsensical drivel. I mean, really, the worst hodge podge of cliches and chords I could muster up. Not that anyone's minded. New songs are new songs, no matter how derivative they are." He had blinked away the last of his tears, finally feeling like himself again. "Of course, now I have a few ideas, but you should have seen me a few hours ago, I was in a fierce staring match with a blank page."

"Maybe you should take a break."

"You're right, tapping a dry well won't produce more water." Finn pondered a bit. "You should too. You're stuck away from home during the holidays, surely there's something your family used to do that you wouldn't want to miss. Why don't we do that?"

"Finn, you really don't have to..." Finn grabbed him by the arm and gave him a little shake.

"I want to. Come on, dig deep."

"Can we keep the fire going?" Harv looked at the roaring hearth, a reflection of the flame dancing on every bell and glass decoration. Finn was a bit taken aback.

"That's it?"

"I mean, it's tradition," Harv felt awkward trying to explain it, "you just keep the fire lit until the holiday's over. It's symbolic." Finn gave him a hearty pat on the back.

"As long as you cough up the firewood you can keep the fire burning as long as you want Harvey. But I was thinking of something a little more activity based." There were two things that immediately came to mind. One was a game of 'The King Who Does Not Lie', which given the morning they had, Harv wasn't quite comfortable putting himself in a position where fibbing was off the table. Even if forced truths always made for entertaining stories around the fireplace. The other involved using the kitchen, which Finn was cautious about letting Harv into.

"Mom used to make these little cakes around this time." He saw Finn wince.

"Do you know how to make them, because I'm rubbish in the kitchen. My skills extend to putting a kettle on and that's about it."

"I mean, I think I could." Harv felt like he knew the answer to his next question. "What ingredients do you have?" This time, it was Finn's turn to look at nothing on the ceiling.

-v-

Harv had always grown up in a two-room house, not having the space to put things in designated rooms. He'd never been in a noble's home like this, so he wasn't entirely sure what everything was. He recognized basic things like workspaces and knife blocks; but there was nothing in the fire pit. Instead, the long counter had two boxes built into it with hinges and a set of four black coils with knobs. Dishes were tucked away on shelves, but the only food items Harv could find was sugar and buns that had been delivered to the house.

"Oh, you're not going to find anything out here." Finn walked up to a white set of double doors and opened one of them. There were various uncovered full plates, but everything was already prepared and plated. "What do we need?" Harv looked between the strange cabinets in bewilderment.

"Eggs, milk, flour, and yeast." Harv muttered.

"Milk might be a tricky one." Finn closed the door and wandered to a different door with a slate hanging on it. Finn picked up a piece of white stone from a bowl. "But for dry goods this should do fine." He wrote a word on the slate and then opened the door. Snow covered hills greeted them. Finn slammed the door shut and whipped the dust off the slate. "Fickle thing. It used to work fine, but nowadays if I don't spell it exactly like the other person, I get nothing. Let's see, how would you spell flour?"

"Finn, I told you, I don't really write."

"That's what I'm counting on."

"How about, F-L-A..." Harv frowned. "W-R?" Finn scribbled each letter on the slate with a frown and opened the door again. Large bags of flour were sitting on neatly spaced shelves.

"There we go! See, I wouldn't have thought of 'A'" Finn started collecting stuff and setting them down on the counter. There were more cauldrons in the kitchen than cookware. Most of the jarred goods had odd labels even though they contained different kinds of roots and seeds. Finn didn't have a cooking staff because the food was delivered by magic. Harv felt like such a fool. Of course, the house decorated with ravens in the middle of the woods belonged to someone that practiced magic. And the bottles in the bathroom didn't just look like potions, they were potions.

"You're a witch." Harv said with dawning horror. Finn looked up from his arrangement of eggs with a confused frown.

"No?" He said it with such conviction, Harv wanted to believe it. He couldn't though, not with Finn sticking a lit match into one of the large boxes that turned nothing into a roaring flame with wire racks. "How hot does the oven have to be for a cake?"

"You put a pan on a baking stone once the fire starts to ash." Harv said slowly. "I don't know what an oven is." Finn frowned and pointed at the box filled with fire with a questioning look. "That... is witchcraft Finn." Harv said.

"Are you sure?"

"I am quite sure. Sometimes the baker has a large kiln to protect the baking stones," he kept his tone even, "but that thing doesn't act like any kiln I've ever seen." He watched Finn puzzle between him and the oven. "The um, the closets you keep pulling stuff out of, those too."

"Well of course that's magic, but the oven?" They were going to be together for a few more days, if not weeks. Harv couldn't afford accidentally offending his 'not a witch' host with thoughtless comments fueled by fear. "It's only a few years old, maybe you just haven't seen this model?" He really wanted to believe Finn wasn't a witch, that Finn had grown accustomed to the odd things in the house much like the creaking doors. But he had names for the oddities, he knew how to work them too well.

"My mother's recipe says to put the pot in the fire once it's a quarter full of ash. If we do it any other way, it won't be right." He saw Finn shrug and turn a knob that doused the flame.

"You're the boss." Finn smiled at him.

"One last question, where do those things come from?" Harv pointed at the pile of ingredients, slowly suspecting they were stolen if not spoiled.

"I don't know; around." Finn shrugged. "So, what do we do first?"

Harv walked him through the recipe and decided Finn would be the one to taste test everything, just in case. If the food from the 'pantry' and 'fridge' were cursed in any way, he'd already eaten enough to kill a horse. So, clearly it wasn't overtly harmful, but it made Harv feel better to see Finn fearlessly tasting the batter off his fingertips. Anything the bard felt was safe to eat clearly wasn't that dangerous. Going through the motions of something familiar also helped put him at ease once more. He went to get firewood for something that looked similar to a cooking pit, but Finn grabbed his wrist.

"Not that one, just in case." Finn seemed hesitant in the face of potential fear. "The one in the sitting room, that should do, shouldn't it?"

"Sure." Harv sighed.

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pseudowho · 11 months ago

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Post-ShibuyaAU! Grey Nanami Kento...

🎄Christmas Headcanons

(help me find the Nanami artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

As an accompaniment to my story, Grey (link here); an AU where Nanami survives Shibuya exploration because I'm never going to be over his loss.

Merry Christmas, from Haitch, @silkspunweb and Greynami

Part 1 of Greynami Headcanons, link here

Part 2 of Greynami Headcanons, link here

Warnings: Severe injury (burns, eye loss), PTSD, alcohol use, depression, light smut, angst, AU headcanons

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Before he met you:

AU!Nanami Kento who is barely holding himself together on the first Christmas after the Shibuya Incident, healed but not.

AU!Nanami Kento who spends most of his December evenings drinking himself to sleep, in a sleepy haze on the sofa while Christmas specials run quietly in the background.

AU!Nanami Kento who starts hunting Curses of his own jurisdiction, losing track of the days as he sweeps from case to case, kill to kill, nobody's servant.

AU!Nanami Kento who finds a family home and all of its corpses while he's on the hunt for a Curse; stepping over the bloodied threshold, shoes crunching on stained broken glass, he only realises it's Christmas Eve by the stockings hung out and the little broken bodies of their owners beneath them.

AU!Nanami Kento who cries himself to sleep.

AU!Nanami Kento who works through Christmas despite being ill, trying to numb his fear and loneliness, isolated but unable to ask for help.

AU!Nanami Kento who ends up in Shoko's care again; not taking care of himself, not sleeping, and not eating, so a cold grows into an infection and he welcomes in the New Year in a feverish daze in a Jujutsu High hospital bed.

AU!Nanami Kento who declines all visitors, the curtains pulled round his bed.

AU!Itadori Yuuji, Ino Takuma and Gojo Satoru, who leave Kento's gifts by the door for Shoko to collect.

After he meets you:

AU!Nanami Kento who would have planned to keep his head down and keep working, ignoring the Christmas lights and music...if not for you, so excited as the holiday approaches, making his heart swell.

AU!Nanami Kento who grasps your joy with both hands, clinging desperately to the hope for a happier life.

AU!Nanami Kento who lets you know he's ready to partake, by quietly sending his Christmas playlist to you. You never mention it, but begin a silent exchange of each adding new songs to the playlist. Kento hears you giggling in the kitchen as he adds a new one while brushing his teeth.

AU!Nanami Kento who looks at Jujutsu High, and all of its orphaned, abandoned or lonely children.

AU!Nanami Kento who kisses you back into the sofa cushions when you give him an unequivocal yes to his cautious Christmas Day Grand Plan proposal, with you, laughing and squeaking as he nuzzles with glee into your pyjama collar.

AU!Jujutsu High Staff and Kids, who begin to receive lovingly handwritten Christmas Day invitations from Kento and you.

AU!Nanami Kento who brushes off any offers of compensation from those who accept his invitation- and everybody accepts. Just bring yourself, he insists.

AU!Nanami Kento who doesn't take a mission for weeks; he's far too busy making lists, ensuring everyone attending has gifts to open, making recipe and aesthetic Pinterest boards and sharing them with you. Your evenings are spent toe-to-toe on the sofa, feet affectionately rubbing against each other's, discussing recipes and decorations.

AU!Nanami Kento whose love for you only grows when you throw yourself wholeheartedly into making preparations with him. You take up crochet; Kento becomes a plant dad, keen for his home to look more homely.

AU!Nanami Kento who sets his alarm early on Christmas morning, only to find you've beaten him to it and are already in the kitchen. He can't resist sneaking up on you, and you shriek in a puff of flour when he picks you up from behind, spinning you and popping you up onto the counter, scarred face blowing raspberries into your chest as you hit at him with a wooden spoon.

AU!Nanami Kento who starts the Christmas playlist, spinning you round the living room for just one song; there's just so much to do.

AU!Nanami Kento who bakes the gingerbread and pastries while you prepare the dinner, flicking flour and potato peelings at each other as you sing along (badly) to Christmas music.

AU!Nanami Kento who has a momentary pang of anxiety about his scars and eye patch, before you hand him the ugliest Christmas jumper he's ever seen in his life. He looks at you in disgust, but his face breaks into a smile as you step out in your matching jumper.

AU!Nanami Kento who struggles weakly as you pin him against the wall, pulling his cardigan off him and replacing it with the jumper. He struggles a little harder when you replace his eyepatch with a Christmassy one.

AU!Nanami Kento who can barely reach the Christmas tree light switch, for all the presents stacked around it.

AU!Nanami Kento who is overjoyed when people begin pouring through the door, shedding coats and scarves, bearing gifts of food, drinks, and board games, with Inumaki bringing his whole carefully packed games console.

AU!Nanami Kento whose home is suddenly, overwhelmingly full of love, laughter and merriment, watching you ensure everyone has drinks and snacks while he finishes dinner. Being in the kitchen makes it easier to hide that he's tearing up a bit.

AU!Nanami Kento whose dining table ends up too small to hold all of the people, so it holds the food instead, and the people find perches on chairs, the floor, footstools, in a giant Christmas picnic.

AU!Nanami Kento who is too full-up to move...but never too full to thrash Inumaki and Yuuji at Mario Kart.

AU!Nanami Kento who gives Maki some more burn ointment and a short one-armed squeeze, while she and Yuuta warm up the mulled wine in the kitchen.

AU!Nanami Kento who is just so bad at charades.

AU!Nanami Kento who almost weeps with laughter watching you, Nobara and Megumi play Twister after too much to drink.

AU!Nanami Kento who has left mistletoe above an unreasonable amount of doorways, starting a drunken cheek-kissing competition between the party attendees. Takuma Ino is winning, ambushing all passers-by in the bathroom doorway, male or female.

AU!Nanami Kento who was, of course, happy for Yoshino Junpei to bring his mother too; she spends the evening smoking and laughing by a garden firepit with Shoko, while Junpei, Yuuji and the others begin an irresponsible arm wrestling competition.

AU!Maki who wipes the floor with everyone.

AU!Nanami Kento who spirits you away to a dark, quiet nook, peeking round the corner before pulling the cupboard door closed, kissing you deeply and sinking his fingers into your hair to the distant sounds of revelry, which might as well be a hundred miles away.

AU!Nanami Kento who, to his surprise, welcomes Satoru as a late attendee. There is a quiet exchange at the door, before Kento allows Satoru to pull him in for a hug. Just one. It's Christmas after all.

AU!Nanami Kento who must accept many more hugs before the night is over, everyone overjoyed by their gifts.

AU!Nanami Kento who chokes up a little bit when he opens his first present from you; a tie, identical to his leopard print one lost at Shibuya. Found it on eBay, you insist as he pulls it on over his Christmas jumper to applause.

AU!Nanami Kento who waves everyone home with you, snuggled beside him under one arm, until the house is finally quiet and still, the love still remaining in every nook, every cobweb, every scrap of wrapping paper.

AU!Nanami Kento who curls up on the sofa with you, warm and whole under a blanket, until the kisses get deeper and hands start wandering-- let's get to bed, he insists, discarding your Christmas jumpers on the floor.

AU!Nanami Kento who has finished off Christmas in the very best way (in his humble opinion); in between your legs, gazing at you in unadulterated adoration as you whisper your love to him in the lamplight.

AU!Nanami Kento who reaches over you into his bedside drawer, just before sleep washes over you; just one more gift, he hushes behind your ear, and your heart leaps into your throat as his fingers unfold in front of you, to reveal a single tiny square box.

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Merry Christmas, you beautiful little sausages.

-- Haitch xxx

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lumidotexe · 11 months ago

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CH 10 “The Butterflies” - Page 1

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today is the 1 year anniversary of posting the first pages of this comic.

it's so wild to think that a year ago, i created this silly lil story about my ocs that a small, but lovely community would grow to thrive in and love. i cant express enough how grateful I am for everyone's support, this year was one of the worst of my life, but this comic and everyone engaging with it was the one thing that kept me sane and happy. <3

merry christmas and happy holidays! im on a bit of a break to spend time with my mom for xmas, but pages will get back to posting right when the new year hits!

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an-idyllic-novelist · 11 months ago

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Alastor with gender-neutral!reader Christmas scenario

warnings: established relationship, mentions of violence, ooc and fluff.

Inspiration came from @lbcreations-blog's holiday fic. The link will be here. Special thanks to @vikkirosko for giving me feedback on this segment before I posted it. Merry Christmas one and all! :)

Alastor could recall very little memories of the Christmases he had spent as a mortal. Time was a funny thing; it blurred, made your brain all fuzzy until all you can ever really remember are the people you had once loved. In the Radio Demon’s case, the honor of a preserved memory belonged to his mother. Recently though, someone else had been occupying his mind and creating new memories in Hell. You. His significant other.

To celebrate the coming of the winter solstice and to bring some festive cheer to the Hazbin Hotel, Charlie thought it would be a wonderful idea to throw a little party in one of the ballrooms. Some decorations, good food and liquor, gifts. An ideal Christmas get-together, so to speak. You helped Vagatha with getting the supplies needed, and he just watched all of this chaos happen, occasionally helping when the princess absolutely insisted that he become involved.

What caused the pleasant Christmas jazz music around him to a screeching halt was the sight of a plant hanging over the archway leading to the main lobby coming from the elevators. And you were right underneath it, carrying a box of ornaments in your hands. Alastor definitely did not hang this up here, which only left two possible culprits: Charlie, or Angel Dust. Husk was busy minding the bar. Niffty is still in the kitchen preparing the food, and she knew much he despised being touched by anyone.

Especially you. He told you as much in the early beginnings of your relationship, including how he would prefer to not engage in physical intimacy beyond hand holding because he did not like it. You always gave him a wide berth, respecting his personal space and being content with how things were, though sometimes…he knew you wanted just a little more. You just would not say it because you already knew he would refuse.

In regards to this….scenario, everyone’s eyes were on him and you. Half-expecting him to give in and just give you a kiss on the cheek, or for you to take initiative and do the deed and be placed on his dinner menu. Neither of which actually happened. Alastor was fully ready to step away and forget about the entire thing until you smiled sheepishly, bowing to him and extending your hand to him.

“Care to dance?”

He felt the tension evaporate from his shoulders, replaced with a chipper tune and a round of applause from the audience. “Why, I’d be delighted, my dear!” Carefully lowering his gloved palm on top of yours, he pulled you to his body and swung you around to the trumpets of his shadows. His grin stretched as he watched you quickly catch onto the rhythm, laughing as he dipped you towards the ground, then back up and did a twirl. You spun around, breaking away from him and bowing to him with that lovely smile of yours.

Oh, how lucky he is to have you, indeed~!

Though if anyone were to try and kiss you under the mistletoe, he will remind them why he is in Hell.

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amywritesthings · 11 months ago

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the morning of. / an armin holiday fic

pairing: armin arlert x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) word count: 2k summary: It's not only your first holiday after the Battle of Heaven and Earth, but your first time living with Armin. Waking up next to overachiever has its perks.

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI! post-aot finale, smut, dirty talk, foreplay (f!receiving, armin's a giver), light dom undertones, orgasm, angst with a happy ending, armin is a sweety but also a lil freaky credit: dividers by @saradika

welcome to the ninth day of the twelve days of amymas and also merry christmas eve !!

Christmas Day.

This year marked the very first holiday season after the Battle of Heaven and Earth.

And you?

You're surviving, but you're not alone:

After the papers were signed and the truces were finalized, all Armin Arlert wanted to do was go back to Paradis and exist.

To live in peace if only for a little while, perhaps somewhere not too far from the sea, before he went back for more ambassadorship opportunities.

For his friends.

For himself.

(But with you.)

So you went back on the first boat to Paradis with Jean and Connie.

While Armin worked hard to square away everything on Marley, you worked towards the future of rebuilding of this little island, aiming your sights beyond the Walls.

To create the perfect home for the two of you.

Although gathering building supplies and hands steady enough to build a cabin required effort, you managed to pull enough favors from the people of Paradis: a quaint cabin on the outskirts awaited the 15th Commander of the Scouts on the far side of the island, right by the mouth of the ocean.

And when Armin came home, that’s where you stayed.

Although it was no secret that you and Armin had a thing in the Scout Corps, it's odd to acknowledge it was real in front of all of your friends.

Yet, given the weariness in everyone's bones, no one bats an eye at the fact that you live together.

(It’s better that everyone is happy in their own way.)

And it's quiet, for the most part.

The tide comes and goes. Birds chirp and squawk over the waves.

Armin had been busy visiting Mikasa Ackerman on Christmas Eve, imploring her to stop by for dinner at your place.

You were already prepared for Christmas Day. After all, it was easy to make him gifts while he was away so much.

Crocheting a sweater, for instance, to combat the chill of the sea. Buying a few practical items, for the next time he departs for Marley.

When Armin returned, he seemed happy.

(Mikasa said yes, he exhales with relief.)

And when you went to bed, Armin seemed in his own head, like he was waiting to be alone.

You assume it's for reflection.

It isn't a bother to sleep early.

When you awake Christmas morning, the sun has yet to rise. Only a faint hue from the open bedroom window illuminates the room.

Armin is still fast asleep.

His blonde hair has gotten a little longer around the frame of his face, cascaded in a halo around his face.

He looks exhausted.

Spent.

Carefully you nudge his outstretched arms, attempting to wake him just enough to cuddle against him.

Armin gives easily to your request, making a small noise in his sleep as he subconsciously invites you in.

By the time you nestle under his arm, he lets out a soft sigh.

“...time is it?”

“Early,” you whisper back, nuzzling your nose to him. A gentle ghost of a smile passes against his lips. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mmmph — no, gotta… get up,” he mumbles, eyes still closed. “It’s Christmas.”

You shake your head with a small laugh, studying his face.

“We don’t have any plans. We can sleep until dinner if we want.”

“Mm, but what about…”

"Rest, Armin," you interrupt, kissing the tip of his nose. "I'm going to make some tea."

Armin takes a slow inhale through his nose, only to curl his arm around your body to pull you closer.

Firmer.

Keeping you from making a move from his side.

It's amusing. Cute.

To accommodate, you drag your thigh higher along the outer curve of his to slot better beside him.

“...can’t go downstairs," the command is his exhale, "not yet.”

“Why not?” you question playfully.

Using your shoulder, you crane your neck to view the mouth of the stairwell connected to the bedroom — as if you'll manage to see why for yourself.

Armin catches the movement, causing him to finally open those brilliant blue eyes of his.

He’s a light sleeper, freakishly alert, but through the last few months he's found himself more lax when it comes to laying in bed with you.

(At ease. Gentle.)

“Because I have to be there when you do,” he replies with a little more awareness in his voice. “I… might have done something.”

You whip your attention back down to the blonde beside you and note the growing blush on his pale cheeks.

“Done… something?”

“Like maybe gone a little overboard.”

You blink. “In what way?”

“In a… well, it was supposed to be a surprise— Wait!”

When he notices you shift to sit up, Armin quickly pushes your back against the mattress and pins you to it with his own warm body.

He curls around you with a light chuckle, eyes still a bit bleary.

You drop back with a gentle oof, and stare up that boyish, charming face of his.

You can’t help it.

You lean up to capture his lips in a brief kiss, and he makes a short noise of surprise.

Your head drops back to the pillow, lips curling to a smirk.

“Is that why you’re so tired? You were up all night doing something downstairs?”

"You make it sound like I was doing something bad."

"I mean, if the shoe fits."

"For your information, I brought a few decorations back."

"Back?" you repeat. "Like from Marley."

He nods. "Not that you didn't do a great job with the tree. I didn't touch that. I just... sort of covered our entire house with stuff. Garland. Candles. Beads—"

"Armin?"

"—so you'd wake up to a sight to behold. You know, for our first winter season." He pauses before sheepishly including: "Together."

Chuckling to himself, Armin cups his palm to your cheek and leans in, refusing to allow that one kiss to be the only one.

“You always ruin surprises.”

“I know,” you manage to joke right back. "But I bet it really is."

"Really is what?" he murmurs, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

You accept it with a hum of approval.

"A sight to behold."

(Just like him, you want to tell him, but he'll never recover.)

Armin doesn’t just give kisses — every peck has a meaning, every slow drag has a purpose, and the air in the room shifts in an instant.

The kisses deepen, and soon enough Armin is caging you underneath of him.

His palm cradles your head like you’re a precious gem, mindful of his weight hovering over you.

When his hips instinctually grind into yours, the thin layer of your pajamas make direct contact between your legs.

Armin chokes out a shaken gasp, shuddering from pleasure.

He’s already hard from morning wood, and you can’t help but grin against his mouth.

“Sorry,” he hiccups, pressing his forehead into yours as he stops himself. “Sorry, you — it’s, ah, it’s always you.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing his arousal to disappear, before fluttering his eyes open down to you.

“We can be lazy about it,” you sing-song, reaching down to snap the waistband of his pajamas. He jolts. “If you want.”

Armin's eyes widen a fraction at what you’re implying, before his face turns scarlet.

“I mean, yeah, I… you don’t have to convince me. But — downstairs—”

“Can wait,” you interrupt, flicking his lower lip with the tip of your tongue.

Armin shudders, reaching down to glide his hand over the swell of your breast, circling his thumb over the peak.

"You sure about this?" he whispers as he continues to rub affectionately, mindful of the noises bubbling in your throat.

You've never nodded so fast in your life.

Eventually the blonde turns his wrist, pointing his fingers down to your hips, before slipping his fingers under the waistband.

He whines when he realizes you’re already plenty wet.

“You, too, huh?” he weakly jokes about your states of arousal, but he bites his lip and slowly — slowly — circles your clit with his middle finger.

You gasp, dropping your head back.

He seizes the moment and dives in, peppering loving kisses to your neck.

The circles grow more certain.

Stronger.

“Just… wanted this first Christmas to mean something,” he murmurs against your neck, sucking at the skin and nipping gently.

You writhe against the sheets, moaning to the morning air.

“You deserve something good. I want to give you something… so good…”

��Armin,” you breathe, and you feel his lips curve to a smile against your lips.

“Come for me first,” he whispers, tightening the circles around your clit the way he’s grown to master. “Just once and I’ll take you downstairs, I promise.”

“What about — mmph — you?” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand.

You want to feel him, in every way imaginable.

You want him to feel good, too, but you can barely think straight.

His knee nudges under yours and pushes upward, forcing your right leg wider. Opening your folds to him, giving him direct access to what he wants.

"You said we had no plans, right?" Armin replies with gentle amusement.

His fingers speed up to make a point.

"By that definition, I can have you here for as long as I want."

"Armin."

Your back arches, desperate to rock against him with little shame.

"Maybe this is my gift. Hearing you say my name like that. I'll make up for all the times you had to take care of yourself while I was away. Then, and only when I think I've made you come enough, you can return the favor."

He lifts his head, keen on watching you come apart by his hand.

“I’m in no rush.”

“Armin—”

“I got you,” he interrupts, pressing a kiss to your lips to drown out your cries. “You’re doing so good for me.”

He doesn’t give up.

He’s so timid in so many aspects of his life, but after some trial and error in bed, this is the one place he’s certain.

Sure of himself.

He knows you, just like you know him.

And Armin won’t give up until he has you whimpering under him.

Your toes curl when that familiar pressure begins to build, and he doesn’t let up.

Doesn’t stop.

All he does is leave your lips to nip at your earlobe.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?”

He whispers in your ear, and you bite your lip to keep the noises down.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

Stars burst.

Sometimes all it takes is Armin’s gift of words that sends you reeling, and soon you fall over the edge with a strangled moan of need.

He continues massaging your clit, slowing the speed but not quite letting up.

Not until you make that squeak of overstimulation.

Then he hums with happiness, and pulls his hand out of your pajama bottoms.

“Better?” he asks gently, using his other hand to gently run along your cheek. He licks his fingers clean, savoring the taste of you.

Spent, you nod with a lopsided smile.

“...I feel like you’re already spoiling me.”

“Oh, that’s hardly what I call spoiling,” he breathily admits, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “You okay?"

"More than," you promise.

"Good. C’mon, let’s go downstairs."

"I don't think I can feel my legs."

He chuckles, sitting up with a grin. "Then I'll carry you on my back. We'll make some fresh tea and enjoy the day before the rest show up.”

You leisurely follow, sitting up on your elbows.

When you hold out a hand for him to take, he pulls you up.

Forehead to forehead, he takes a pause to nuzzle them together, eyes slipping closed.

"Happy Christmas," he says.

"Happy Christmas to you, too, Commander." He snorts at the title. "If we’re going to start off every Christmas this way, I’m not gonna say no."

Armin’s grin only widens.

He turns his back to you at the edge of the bed, beckoning you to climb on.

Sleepily you oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He turns his chin to kiss the tip of your nose, murmuring a promise in return:

“I’m open to starting new traditions, but only if they're with you.”

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strangermarvelss · 2 years ago

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i'll be home for christmas- e.m

Pairing: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary: touring around the holiday season, you’re worried you won’t get to spend christmas with your boyfriend

Warnings: angst, loneliness, holiday blues, rockstar!eddie being kinda a dick, cheesiness, fluffy end

Request?: No

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: merry christmas to those who celebrate! i love this time of year (not as much as halloween, but its still cool) and wanted to share a lil angsty christmas fic for you all as a gift. enjoy :) -sava

Peaking through the curtain in your living room, you watch as snow falls from the night sky, coating the ground outside your home. It wasn’t unusual for snow to occur around Christmas in Indiana, as you’ve grown quite fond of waking of to a fresh sheet of powdery snow on your front lawn each Christmas you continue to spend in your hometown of Hawkins.

The traditions throughout the town helped brighten your spirits each and every year. Watching the children line up to meet Santa at the Starcourt mall, driving through the downtown area and seeing it decked out in decor with festive lights and garland, and the annual tree lighting ceremony that occurs each and every year on December 1st, signifying the start of the Christmas season for the town as the citizens cheer amongst the crowd before rushing off to do their family traditions

This year, however, your spirits weren’t nearly at the same level as you’d been used to, which can happen to a person when they spend this time of year alone. Your boyfriend, Eddie, took off at the beginning of fall to start his first ever tour with his band, Corroded Coffin, all across North America. They released their album at the beginning of the year, having put so much time, effort, and money into finally recording their first full length album and sending it out into the world all of last year. But with his being away on tour, it meant a lot of loneliness your you.

Sure, you were happy for your boyfriend, you weren’t going to deny that. He was finally getting to live the dream he’s set out for years to accomplish, taking a step onto the big tour bus and not looking back as he starts his journey with fame. You also couldn’t deny the emptiness you felt in your heart at his absence, as this is the first time he’s been away from you for more than a week. The two of you had your own traditions to participate in, such has making cookies, watching your favorite holiday movies, and bopping along to some of his old tapes as you presents with one another in front of a cozy fire. Not being around him this time of year was sending you into a darker place than you’d like to be in.

With a sigh, you withdrawal from the window, closing the curtain and plopping down on the couch in front of your fireplace. You frown as you look at the festive decorations, his stocking in particular, which was decorated with the Hellfire logo he created all those years ago back as a freshman, and he even made your stocking to match, both pieces looking you right in the face and looking empty as ever. You look to the tree, seeing an array of presents scattered underneath, all addressed to Eddie or other family members you promised to see after the holiday.

Your family moved out of Hawkins a few years ago, tackling the suburbs of Chicago as they begun navigating the early stages of retirement. You missed them more than you initially thought you would, but you already had plans to go and visit them a few days after Christmas. Eddie’s uncle, Wayne, also moved out of Hawkins shortly after your run in with Vecna a few years back, having no where to live after the trailer was destroyed by what everyone thought was an earthquake. He only lived a few towns over now, still working away at the plant at night, but it just wasn’t the same with him not being just a short drive away anymore.

The only people you had left in Hawkins were Steve, Nancy, and Robin. Nancy and Robin moved back after college, with Nancy running the Hawkins Post and Robin running the band at the high school. Steve, he’s always been around, just like you and Eddie. Unable to escape the nostalgia that is littered throughout your small town. There might be some guilt mixed in there as well, feeling like you couldn’t leave anything behind with everything that’s happened. At least, that’s how you felt. Eddie? Not so much.

The sound of the phone ringing pulls you back, jumping off the couch and sprinting to the receiver. Taking the phone off the mount, you press it to your ear, excitement coursing through your veins at the idea of talking with Eddie.

“Hello?”

“There’s that beautiful voice I miss every night,” Eddie says into his phone. You can’t help the wide smile that stretches across your lips as you hear his beautifully low voice, giggling a little as you rest your body against the wall.

“How is the tour going? Where are you guys tonight, San Francisco?” You ask.

“No, we’re in Los Angeles, about to go on in a few hours. The tour is so fucking good, baby. The guys and I are having the time of our lives. Definitely going to miss it when it ends in a couple days.”

You pause for a moment, not sure you’re hearing him correctly. The tour originally was supposed to end tonight, leaving the guys to all fly back home in time to celebrate Christmas with their families. So you were confused as to why he would say a couple days from now that the tour was going to draw to a close.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure I heard you correctly. What do you mean the tour is ending in a few days? I thought today was the last show?”

“Shit, I didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what, Eds?”

“Our manager decided to extend it a few days. He decided to add a couple of shows on Christmas Eve and on Christmas Day for here in L.A and they sold out in an hour! A fucking hour, baby! Then we have a show in San Diego on the 26th, then a show in Phoenix on the 27th, Reno on the 28th, a day off, then two shows in Vegas on the 30th and 31st, with us ringing in the new year at the end of the set. It’s going to be the most metal performance in the world,” he explained to you.

You felt your heart slowly cracking as he rambled on, telling you about all the extra tour dates added until finishing it off with the news that you wouldn’t be seeing him until the next year. You wanted to be happy for him, with hearing the pure excitement in his voice and knowing he has the widest smile on his face as he tells you all about the tour, dimples and all. But that also had a cost. A cost of you being alone for the “most wonderful time of the year”.

“So you’re not coming home tomorrow?” You ask, sadness evident in your voice.

“I mean, that’s what I just said,” he tells you plainly. Letting out a sigh, you bite your lip, feeling it begin to tremble as the pricking feeling associated with tears starts jabbing away at the backs of your eyes.

“But we have our traditions…and we were supposed to go visit my family in Chicago on the 27th, together.” You say, trying your best to mask the hurt in your voice.

“Baby this tour has been the best thing that’s ever happened to me. To all of us guys. We finally got our dream. Why are you being so selfish?” He questions with an annoyed tone.

You take a moment, holding the phone away as you cover the speaker. Sniffling, you let a tear cascade down your cheek as your chest tightens with hurt and guilt. You knew you were being selfish, and part of you hated yourself for that. But you also felt like you had a reason to be, with not seeing the love of your life since the middle of September. And now saying the tour was the best thing to happen to him, when all you’ve heard within the years of your relationship was that you were the best thing to come from his time on Earth? It hurt, a lot.

“Y/N, did I lose you? Are you still there baby?” His muffled voice lets out through the tiny speaker in the phone. You let out a sigh, shaking out of your funk for a moment in an attempt to act like you were fine.

“Yeah Eds, I’m still here,” you squeak out. He lets out a sigh, mumbling incoherent words before sighing once more.

“I get that you’re upset, I do. But this is important to me. You know how long we’ve been waiting for this opportunity. How hard we’ve worked to get here.”

“Yeah, I get it. More important than spending time with your girlfriend,” you let out, anger bubbling up and beginning to replace the sadness that was consuming you.

“Y/N, stop it. The other guy’s girlfriend’s and boyfriend’s are being understanding. Why can’t you be the same way?”

“Well sue me for wanting to spend Christmas with the most important person in my life,” you grunt out, chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly

“Y/N, please-“

“Just don’t, Edward. I’ve gotta go, we have carolers knocking on the door,” you lie, an angry sigh passing through your parted lips. “Merry fucking Christmas.”

You waste no time hanging the phone back on the hook, burying your head in your hands and letting out a frustrated scream. Spending the holidays alone was something you always feared ever since your parents moved away. Never did you think you’d be experiencing this kind of feeling now, especially with how serious you were with Eddie. Talks of marriage on the horizon, putting that conversation off to the side when the band got word of the tour, which you were fine with. What you weren’t okay with was sulking about an empty house during this time of year.

You weren’t going to go down without a fight. You wouldn’t allow yourself to sulk until all the other possibilities were out the window. Picking the phone up once more, you dial the number to a person you’re sure will answer, hearing the line pick up after just a few rings.

“Harrington residence, Steve speaking.”

“Hey Steve! How is your holiday season going?” You ask, wrapping an arm around your stomach as you press your shoulder against the wall once more.

“Y/N! How the heck are ya? The holiday season is going good, just about to pack the last bit of things before my flight in the morning,” he tells you, making you frown slightly.

“Packing? W-where are you running off to?”

“Denver. Tommy and I thought it’d be nice to rent a cabin and spend some time out there. What about you though? When do you and Eddie plan to make it to Chicago to see your folks?” He questions.

“Oh, uh, my flight isn’t until the 27th. I hope you have fun in Denver though!” You pause, taking a moment to let out a shaky breath. “Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know what Nancy and Robin are up to for the next few days, do you?”

“Oh yeah, the Wheelers are doing Christmas at Mike’s place in New York. Why do you ask?”

“Just want to be festive with the people I love, that’s all.”

“I think the Byers said they were staying in town this year, maybe you and Eddie can go celebrate with them?” Steve suggests. You feel your heart begin to crack more, a lump forming in your throat as you continue to cross more possibilities off your list.

“Joyce told me that they’re all spending Christmas in California this year. Enzo is going to meet up with them there and Hopper is really looking forward to it. Murray too. And um…Eddie won’t be in town for the holiday,” you finally reveal, voice growing smaller as your sentence progressed.

“Wait, what?! I thought he was flying home from tour tonight?” He asks, voice raised in shock.

“Yeah, he was supposed to. But his manager extended the tour a couple days. Won’t be back until after the new year,” you explain.

You twist the cord of the phone between your fingers as you kick your feet, the silence between the two of you deafening as you wait for him to process it all. You weren’t looking for sympathy when you called, that’s the last thing you want. Part of you just hoped there would be people willing to stick around the town you all call home to celebrate, but you understand that your loved ones had plans already set in stone. You weren’t going to be mad about that.

“So you’ll be all alone for Christmas?” Steve finally asks, his voice soft and tender.

“Sounds like it.”

“Y/N, I’m-“

“Nope, don't do that. It’s all good, really! Listen, I’m gonna get off of here so you can finish packing. Uh, have fun in Denver with Tommy, okay? Merry Christmas Steve,” you quickly rush out.

“Wait, I-“

Before he can finish, you press the button to end the call, but leave the phone off the hook as it dangles from the receiver, waving about by the cord, no longer in the mood to talk with anyone else for the remainder of the night. You press your back to the wall, slowly sliding down as you bring your knees to your chest, resting your tired head against them. Unsure of what else to really do, you sit there in along the lonely wall of your entryway, silently letting tears fall freely onto the material of your pants, darkening the denim blue jeans.

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Deciding not to feel sorry for yourself, you took off throughout the quiet town the next day, scurrying around for last minutes gifts and trinkets to place in the stockings and to gift to your friends and family members. Sure, it wouldn’t be as fun opening it tomorrow with you knowing exactly what was inside your stocking, but at least you had something to look forward to tomorrow morning instead of just waking up in a cold empty bed.

The mall was quieter than usual on Christmas Eve, the occasional parent, mainly fathers of the young children of Hawkins, hurrying in and out of stores with arms filled to the brim with bags from different stores. It made you giggle as you thought back to Eddie’s shenanigans around this time of year, having to remind him each day that Christmas was approaching and deal with the panic of last minute shopping for others. A sweet memory that made this shopping trip a little less than thrilling, but you weren’t going to let it dampen your mood.

The day carried on and you finally make it back to your home before the sun goes down, carrying the large bags of items through the door and being welcomed by quiet filling the walls of your house, the only sounds against your ears are the echoing of your feet against the hardwood floor. As determined as you were to not be sad today, the reminder of the loneliness you’d being ensuing until you left in a few days creeps up your spine, having pushed down the heavy feeling with distractions all day in an attempt to forget.

With a sigh, you set the bags down beside the door, walking towards the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine for the night. You were thankful that Family Video was still open when you finished your rounds at the mall, grabbing a few Christmas movies to keep you company as well as some holiday snacks to brighten your spirits.

You turn on a dime when you heard the faint sound of movement coming from one of the other rooms close by. Optimistically, you believe it was one of the bags falling, but are quick to have that fantasy shut down when you hear muffles shuffling. Cautiously, you move yourself into the living room, feeling around for the light switch to fill the room with light. You flick the switch and nearly jump out of your skin when figures appear before you.

“Merry Christmas!” They shout, standing one by one and revealing themselves. Steve, Tommy, Robin, Nancy, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Mike, and the whole Byers/Hopper crew greet you one by one, making your smile grow wider than you’ve ever had it. Setting your glass down on a nearby end table, you bring your hands to cover your mouth as the shock still flows through your body, shaking your head and wanting to pinch yourself, silently hoping that this wasn’t some crazy dream you were having.

“I’m really starting to regret giving you that spare key, Steve. You guys scared the shit out of me,” you finally let out, extending your arms and enveloping Steve in a hug. He laughs, rubbing your back and pulling away. “I thought you and Tommy were going to Denver?”

“He lied to you, can you believe that?” Tommy pipes up, reaching out to give you a hug. You turn to Steve, watching him nod and holding his hands up in surrender.

“I’m sorry, but it was all part of this plan we helped set up,” Steve tells you.

“And who can I blame for being the mastermind behind this whole plan, you?”

“Actually, you can blame the person waiting for you on your back porch,” he says, pointing out at the window. Turning, you go closer to the glass, seeing a figure standing there with their back turned away from the house, clad in dark clothing and long wavy hair flowing down his neck. You gasp, darting through the tiny crowd of people and rushing to your back door, closing it in a rush.

He turns to you, a smile lighting up his face as his eyes land on yours. Eddie reaches out for you, waiting for you to collide with his body. Running to him, you wrap your arms around his neck, squeezing him and wrapping yourself around his figure. He holds you close, taking in your scent and sighing in relief as he basks in the feeling of your body against his after many months away.

Pulling away, you can’t help but think back to the phone call the two of you had last night, words exchanged between you both that you now each of you regrets, and also meant all at the same time, given the circumstances. Your face contorts, sending him an angry look at you quickly rid his hands off your body, crossing your arms as you look to him.

“I thought they were extending your tour?” You ask, quirking a brow.

“I had to make up an excuse for this plan to work out, so I lied and said the tour got extended. And I just want to start off by apologizing for the things I said on the phone last night. I know it upset you, and I took things too far-“

“Too far? Eddie you called me selfish because I wanted to spend Christmas with you after not seeing you for months! We’ve never been away from one another for that long, and hearing it was going to be even longer hurt really bad,” you interrupt. He shoots you an empathetic look, reaching out to hold you. You take a step back, determined to stand your ground on the matter. "Not to mention thinking I was going to be all by myself today and tomorrow really upset me. You know that I've had that worry in the back of my head ever since my parents moved."

“Right, and you have every right to be upset with me. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want you to have the best Christmas ever, and I’m going to make it up to you, I promise. You know I love you, right?” He says, stalking closer to you with ever word, until he’s close enough to plant a kiss to your forehead.

You can’t help the giggle that comes out of your mouth, finally breaking down and reaching out to take his hand. You press your lips to his cheek, rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. He brings a hand up to your cheek, holding you close before closing the gap once more, this time pressing his soft and plump pink lips to yours.

Pulling away, he can’t help but keep his eyes on yours, the deep chocolate irises focussed on you with so much admiration. “I would never let you spend Christmas alone, sweetheart. We have traditions to participate in!”

“I know! I got a bunch of Christmas movies at Family Video we can watch together after everyone leaves. And ingredients to make cookies too,” you exclaim, excitement filling your system. Eddie can’t help but laugh at your giddiness, those beautiful dimples poking into the sides of his cheeks as he reaches out to plant another kiss to your forehead.

“That sounds like an amazing plan baby. I can’t wait,” he says, sliding his ring clad hand down your arm and locking fingers with yours.

“I even got us matching pajamas, because I know how much you love them. Consider that part of your effort to making me feel better,” you tease, turning on your heel and leading him inside. All Eddie can do is chuckle, his smile wide as he retreats back to the warm air flowing through his home, surrounded by his favorite people in the entire world, especially the love of his life, who was now just an arms length away.

Because all he can think about is how your face is going to light up when you open up your presents tomorrow, a gorgeous diamond ring waiting underneath the tree just for you.

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1d1195 · 11 months ago

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Neighbors Extra IV - Merry Christmas

Read Neighbors here

I wanted to write something for the holidays and they seemed like a worthy couple to do so. I will get back to Dolcezza over the next few days and I'm sorry my posting schedule is off now. I will get that back on track too.

Warnings: fluff, cuteness, Christmassy nonsense (maybe a little angst if you read it the right way)

This isn't super proofread. I'm not sure how my timeline is matching up with the rest of the story but this is their first Xmas together as a couple. Probably before the other Extras I've written but I'm not sure time is really relevant.

~3.1k words

Surely everyone in her life showered Rory with presents. He hoped that her family spoiled her just as much.

But he had a sneaking suspicion that wasn’t the case.

“I hope Santa gets everything on my list,” Rory giggled. Harry watched as the wonderful woman helped Rory write out his list. She wrote out each item carefully, committing it to memory. He signed his name in his large six-year-old print. Once the list was decorated with stickers and glitter (and an extra drawing of the North Pole was slipped in the envelope), she stole a picture of it for her own use and memories. The three of them headed to the store to put the envelope in the North Pole mailbox and get some shopping done.

Harry smiled lazily. This was better than any Christmas he could imagine with his little family—and it had hardly started. He gazed longingly at the love of his life as she meandered down the aisles getting presents for her family, Harry’s family, coworkers, and anyone else she could think of before she would have to find a time to get all those items on Rory’s list. “Think y’ve been pretty good, lad,” Harry smiled. “Don’t you?”

He nodded. “I’ve eaten all my vegetables this year. Even the gross ones,” he wrinkled his nose distastefully. It was the same way she did it which made his heart flutter at the sight. Rory was so much like his mum it hurt in the best way.

Harry chuckled. “Mummy and I appreciate that. S’good for you,” he reminded him.

“Can you help me get Mumma a present?” Rory whispered. He wasn’t very good at it. She turned a bit toward the sound of his little voice ever so slightly. A smirk on her face that Harry didn’t miss. He ignored her attention so he could focus on Rory’s inquiry with hope that maybe the pair of them could surprise her.

As usual, she was very smart and did a lot of her Christmas shopping early in the season—almost as soon as the decorations for Halloween came down, she was out at the store buying gifts.

“Course, lad. What do y’want t’get her?”

“A racecar. So she can play with me,” he explained. It wasn’t a question in Rory’s mind. It was the most obvious choice of gift.

Harry chuckled. “I see. Do y’think Mummy has asked Santa for something else we could get her? Something a little more girly?”

By now she had rounded the corner to the next aisle. Harry and Rory had veered off to look at the racecars. “Mumma doesn’t get presents from Santa,” he shrugged heading to the section of toys that he deemed worthy of Mummy.

Harry frowned at how readily that came from Rory. “Oh? She on the naughty list?” He joked. But he would tease her about that later when they fell asleep. Right as they fell asleep.

Rory giggled. “Mumma isn’t naughty, Harry,” he rolled his eyes.

No. She wasn’t. She was the furthest thing from it. She was perfect. An angel. It was...the best thing that had ever happened to Harry—moving in across the street from someone so lovely. “Then how come she doesn’t get any gifts from Santa?” He was joking of course. Surely there would be a little white lie of how Santa left them at the North Pole or there was a promise of next year there would be double the amount for Mumma.

But he hadn’t anticipated Rory’s response. “Mumma said that she called Santa when I was born. She doesn’t want presents so I can have more. Mumma says that even his magic sleigh has a weight limit.”

Harry thought his heart might break. This was the third Christmas that Rory probably understood. His developmental psychology classes told him that age four is usually when kids start to get the gist of what Christmas is like for them. That meant for the time that they knew one another, she hadn’t gotten Christmas gifts from “Santa.”

It shouldn’t have been such a surprise to him. What else was she supposed to say to Rory? There wasn’t anyone to balance the gifts out so that she had something to open while Rory got new toys and clothes. Harry tried to think of what he got her over the last couple years. It wasn’t anything special because he couldn’t remember.

She was selfless, of course. Especially for Rory. It honestly made him fall more in love with her. Made him want to cry something awful as well. Harry wondered if she minded. Surely everyone in her life showered Rory with presents. He hoped that her family spoiled her just as much.

But he had a sneaking suspicion that wasn’t the case.

“Boys, are we ready to go get some hot chocolate and start decorating?” She called.

Rory quickly handed over the racecar he wanted to get her and pushed it behind Harry’s legs where he could reach to hide it from Mumma. The pair of them smiled like they had just stolen a cookie from the kitchen after she said no. She smirked and met Harry’s gaze with a twinkle in her eyes, herself. “Yes, Mumma,” Rory said hurried to her side. He turned and put a finger to his lips toward Harry. So, he would keep the present a secret. He winked at the little one and caught her gaze once more so he could wink at her too. With a shake of her head, she turned her attention forward toward the checkout.

Don’t forget to invite Gemma and your Mum, please.

Harry smiled at his message as he and Gemma walked the aisles of the beauty store. Harry wanted to get her everything her heart desired and more, but wanted to make sure it was right—that required reinforcements.

“Does she use a face roller?”

“A what?”

“Jesus Christ, Harry,” she sighed in exasperation. She threw one in the basket.

“I don’t know, Gem. I don’t think she has a skincare routine. She’s usually making sure Rory gets a bath and goes t’bed.”

Gemma didn’t like that response. “Then we’re going to get her a spa day too after this,” she explained. “And you need to make sure she takes some time to herself every night,” she said knowingly. Harry nodded. He didn’t care about how many stores they were going to. He wanted this to be the Christmas of her dreams and more. He would get her anything and everything. Cost wasn’t a problem. And he was going to make sure she spent an hour to herself every night for the rest of their lives. “Does she ever complain of dry skin? Or that she looks oily?”

“No...” he shrugged again. Maybe he wasn’t paying as close attention as he thought he was to her self-care.

“Does she ever do anything for herself, Harry? Or do you just let her do everything?”

“Gemma. She is a selfless person. S’impossible t’do anything for her,” he resented the idea that he wasn’t doing a good job as her boyfriend. But Gemma wasn’t wrong. It sounded like he was doing a bad job.

“Okay, okay, you’re right,” she nodded in agreement. “Mum is getting her all sorts of clothes for us to split up and give to her,” she tossed three different serums into the little basket. “She wears makeup, right?”

Harry never thought she needed it, but he couldn’t help but be hypnotized by the way she glided the various liquids and powders over her face each morning. She did it quickly—with a six-year-old everything had to be done quickly. But it was like watching an artist as she put stuff on her face and turned even more beautiful than she was without it.

“Yes,” he said confidently feeling like he finally was contributing to this whole escapade.

“Does her stuff look old? Has she ever said anything about getting new makeup?”

He thought about all the brushes and tubes she used each morning. Harry thought all of them looked on the older side. “What’s the one y’dot on y’face? Under y’eyes?”

“Concealer.”

“She said they discontinued the brand, so she keeps putting water in hers.”

“Jesus Christ, that’s sad,” Gemma remarked. “Alright, I’ll get her the kind I liked. She can always return it. Give me your phone.”

Harry handed it over immediately. Gemma examined the picture of the pair of them in his background. A selfie from the symphony. Harry felt himself warm at the sight of her even on his own screen that he looked at no less than thirty times a day. While Gemma did her best to match her skin tone, Harry simply admired how pretty she looked and how even just her picture made him feel an overwhelming amount of love for his little life.

“It’s hard to tell in pictures, but she’s tanner than I am; lucky bitch,” Gemma grumbled. Harry smirked.

“Do you want anything for Christmas?” He asked his sister.

Gemma snorted. “She’s already way ahead of you, Harry,” Gemma smiled. “You’re about a month too late.”

He chuckled shyly. “Sorry, Gem.”

“It’s okay. It’s... really nice you have someone so thoughtful. As thoughtful as you. Maybe even more so just because she does it so early. But... I wouldn’t want you to be with someone less thoughtful. So it’s nice.” Harry agreed fully and smiled even brighter knowing that his sister loved his choice in love as much as he did. “Alright. We’re meeting Mum for lunch and then we are going to the home goods store for stuff she might need around the house... what are you doing about her stocking?”

“Doesn’t some of this stuff go in there?”

“Yeah... but like... you could get her jewelry or something.”

Harry nodded. “Okay... I’ll do that on my own.”

“Harry,” Gemma smiled at her little brother—even though he was a good seven inches taller. “You’re doing great. This is...” she sighed happily. “She’s going to love it.”

Harry felt a sense of pride wash over him even though his cheeks warmed at the praise. He really hoped she would.

“Harry?” She whispered in the middle of the night. They had spent an hour setting up Rory’s new roller coaster track after she finished wrapping a few last-minute gifts and pulling the presents from various hiding places—the shed in the backyard, the back of her car, and of course across the street at Harry’s house that had hardly seen anything else Christmas related since he spent all his time with her and Rory.

“Jus’ getting some water, kitten. Go back t’sleep,” he leaned down to kiss her forehead. She didn’t need to be told twice. Her light snores started almost instantly, which boded well for Harry. All her presents were in the back of his car. The transfer had been done late in the day by Gemma while the three of them went to the Christmas Eve fair put on by the local high school. They drank more hot chocolate than Rory could dream about. She worried the sugar would keep him up and prevent them from putting the presents under the tree.

Harry found Rory at the top of the stairs. A ribbon and sign across the way telling Rory not to go down without Mumma and Harry. He was asleep on the floor. A pillow from his room and covered with the blanket she and Rory made one rainy afternoon in November. She helped cut all the little ends while he did his best to tie them together.

Harry smirked and lifted Rory from the floor to bring him back to his bed. “Harry?” Rory murmured.

“Hmm?” He hummed.

“Did Santa come?” He yawned.

“Santa won’t come if y’aren’t in y’bed, lad,” he reminded him.

“I wanted to ask him to give Mumma some of my presents,” he muttered sleepily.

Harry felt his heart warm. “I’ll go write him a note,” he placed Rory on his little mattress, tucked him in, kissed his forehead, and ruffled his hair. “Don’t get out of bed, till morning, Rory. Or Santa won’t come,” he reminded him.

But Rory was already asleep.

“Mumma!” Rory’s little voice gasped. Harry’s eyes fluttered open to meet her sleeping figure. Her lips parted as she breathed. Harry reached out and put a hand on her face.

“Hey, beautiful,” Harry whispered and inched forward to place a kiss on her forehead. “S’time t’get up,” he murmured. “Merry Christmas,” he leaned closer to kiss the shell of her ear as he spoke softly to her. Meanwhile, Harry could hear Rory bouncing up and down the little hallway between their rooms and the stairs chanting that it was Christmas and Santa came.

Her lashes fluttered as she woke up, meeting Harry’s beautiful green eyes. “Harry, Santa came!”

He winked at her as she rubbed her eye tiredly. “Yeah, lad?” He smiled at the excitement. “Y’didn’t go down, did you?”

“No way, Jose!”

Harry chuckled. “D’you want t’come give Mummy a Christmas hug?” He asked.

There was a shift in weight on the bed as Rory’s little body flung himself in between the pair of them. “Merry Christmas Mumma,” he giggled and snuggled up to her. She smiled, burying her face in his hair, and squeezing him to her.

“Merry Christmas, love bug,” she sighed sleepily but very content.

“Can we go downstairs?” He was trying to wriggle free.

“I have to brush my teeth and we’ll go right down,” she promised and threw the covers back. “Maybe you should give Harry a Christmas tickle,” she suggested as she left the bed and Rory took her word and tickled Harry well enough to make him squirm and giggle himself.

“You’ll pay for that,” he kissed the side of her face as she exited the bathroom so Harry could brush his teeth too.

Rory was now bouncing with excitement, and she smiled sitting back on the bed while they waited for Harry. “What do you think Santa brought you?” She asked.

“I hope he brought me the roller coaster,” he crossed his fingers on both hands to show her and she mimicked the gesture while Harry returned as quickly as possible.

“Alrighty, I think we can go down now,” she smiled.

Harry grinned and followed behind the two of them. Rory was squealing and laughing as he reached the bottom of the stairs before they did. He hurried to the rollercoaster set and sent the little cart flying down the track while she tilted her head at the pile of presents that seemed to increase in size by at least a half.

“Did you get him more?” She muttered under her breath.

“Mumma!” Rory shouted. “Harry wrote Santa a note for me last night! Santa brought you some presents this year.”

She seemed to freeze in place and Harry put a hand on her lower back. “C’mon, kitten. S’Christmas,” he kissed the top of her head and nudged her toward the sofa so she could sit.

“H-he did, huh?” She looked overwhelmed at the pile of neatly wrapped presents with her name on them. Most were labeled from Santa. A few from Harry and one from Rory—the racecar of course.

“We start with the stockings,” Rory explained to Harry grabbing the one with an H on it and handing it to him. It was filled with little trinkets and items that she painstakingly tied with ribbons and candies that he would undoubtedly end up sharing with Rory until their stomachs hurt.

“Oh...I had a chat with Santa last night,” he recalled sitting beside the poor thing that was struggling to make sense of all the items under their overly decorated tree. “Santa agreed that I could do Mummy’s stocking from now on,” he told Rory.

“Mumma, Harry knows Santa too!” The poor thing was having a meltdown on the inside of her mind. It was clear on her face as she tried to factor in the price of all the presents that were tied nicely with bows and ribbons. Rory handed off her stocking as well and was lucky she didn’t drop it immediately. Lucky that Harry was sitting right beside her to hold it while he placed his beside him. Rory sat himself on the floor with the stocking between his legs. “Can I start?”

She was mute it seemed as she examined all the little items poking out of the top of the oversize sock. “Go ahead, lad,” Harry encouraged and squeezed her thigh. “You too, kitten,” he murmured into her ear.

“You...” she whispered breathlessly, cleared her throat and Harry saw the well of tears filling her eyes. “Santa brought me a lot of stuff,” she murmured while Rory oohed and ahhed over the little things filling his stocking.

“He told me that y’never have t’sacrifice Christmas on behalf of Rory anymore. That was really nice of you t’do it the last few years. But...he wants you t’get whatever y’ever want,” he cupped her cheek while Rory ripped open his bag of M&Ms spilling tens of them across the floor with a little scattering that she ignored because Harry was gazing at her like she was the most special thing on the planet.

Harry really, truly believed she was.

“Yeah?” She smiled, but her eyes were so watery it made him melt.

“Very much so,” he leaned forward and swept his lips across hers briefly so as not to get Rory’s attention to their yucky kissing. “Merry Christmas, m’love.”

“Merry Christmas, Harry,” she leaned toward him, resting against his chest. His arm draped over her while they watched Rory stuff a mouthful of M&Ms between his lips. They continued watching him open each and every present that was selflessly ticked off his list.

“This is the best Christmas ever,” Rory smiled excitedly.

“I think so too, love bug,” she giggled at him.

“Absolutely,” Harry agreed.

“How about a picture, Rory?” She asked grabbing her phone out of the pocket of her leggings. “C’mere,” she handed her phone to Harry and opened her arms for Rory to hop into her embrace. Rory situated himself half on her lap and half on Harry’s. She squeezed closer to Harry while he hold the phone out for a selfie. Rory held his little jar of slime out for the picture and Harry grinned into the camera as she rested her hand on Harry’s leg around Rory’s little body as best she could. “Alright one more,” Harry smirked and leaned toward her to steal a kiss that caused Rory’s face to wrinkle in distaste forever savoring the perfect moment on film.

A Christmas for the history books, for certain.

At least their history books.

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deckthehaus · 11 months ago

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transmascaraa · 11 months ago

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!christmas special!

"Just for you"

gf!furina x gn!reader

author's note: MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THE ONES THAT CELEBRATE IT!!! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR LIKING MY POSTS! all of that encouraged me to to try and write a fanfic instead of hcs this time, as a special! i wish you all a very happy christmas and hope that all of you are doing well! i hope you like this!

"i was blessed to have met you at all..."

You and Furina have been dating for about a year now, and it's finally Christmas time... The time that people celebrate and get gifts under a tree... The time that everybody has fun at.

You weren't really as hyped up for it as everyone else was, but you still wanted to keep the tradition going. And what made it easier, was that you were getting a gift for you dear girlfriend, Furina.

She, on the other hand, was very excited for this time of the year. The beautiful lights, the city at night, and just the whole atmosphere of Fontaine. It made her smile. It made her happy.

So you had to do it.

You decided to go to the store early in the morning, before Furina woke up. Just so she wouldn't panic, you left a little note on her nightstand.

"i'm at the store, don't worry<3"

And just like that, she was left alone in the bed, sleeping peacefully as you went out.

When you got there, you could just see how decorated it was, even inside the stores. So, with that, you rushed to the plushies section.

Furina loved plushies, and had a bit too many of them. But there's never enough plushies for the love of your life!

You put a little blue jellyfish in the cart, and a fluffy white cat, and a dragon... You didn't even look at the price. No money was worth more than that sweet and grateful smile she will have on her face once she sees her gifts.

Finally, after paying for all of that, which wasn't so cheap, you started to head home.

On the way back, you saw a small jewelry shop.

"joyaux d'amour" (i used google translate "gems of love" idk if it's the real translation)

It wasn't popular, and when you entered, you didn't understand why. Beautiful necklaces, rings and earrings were on display. Diamonds, amethysts, sapphires,... you name it.

"Uhm, hello. I'm here to get a Christmas gift for my girlfriend... any recommendations?" you asked the lady who was in charge of the store.

"Of course! This beautiful sapphire necklace, this diamond ring here if you're planning to propose, these ruby earrings..." the lady quickly recommended you a lot of options, but you couldn't take your eyes off of the sapphire necklace.

"I'll have the necklace." you pointed at it.

"Okay, let me just put it in a box for you..." she took it in and put it in a little light blue box for you.

"Here you go. Happy holidays, and Merry Christmas!" she exclaimed as she waved at you.

"Thank you ma'am, Merry Christmas to you too." you waved back to her, and finally left the shop.

After you finally got home, you realized that Furina was still sound asleep in the bed, she hasn't even moved a single bit. She must've been really tired last night... Still, that gave you enough time to wrap up the presents that you got her!

You quickly went to the living room and started packing the gifts.

The plushies in shiny red wrap, and the necklace still in the box, and in yellow wrap.

When you finished, you left them under the Christmas tree and went back to the bedroom, only to find your sweet girlfriend waking up from her deep slumber.

"G'morning, my love!..." Furina smiled at you as she stretched out her arms.

"Good morning, my dear! Merry Christmas!" you smiled back at her in a happy tone.

"Oh yeah, Merry Christmas to you too!" she giggled and slowly got out of bed to hug you.

"I got you some gifts, they're under the Christmas tree."

"Gifts? Under the Christmas tree? Aww... you shouldn't have... But i didn't get you anything in return... i'm sorry..." she apologized as she looked up at you.

"No, it's okay, i was blessed to have met you at all, so it's enough." you softly kissed her forehead.

"You're so sweet... C'mon, let's go open my presents!" suddenly, she grabbed you by the hand and lead you to the living room.

"I hope you like them..." you said to her as she already sat on the floor next to the Christmas tree, in her pajamas.

Then, she started opening the gifts. First, the plushies. The smile she had on her was undescribable.

"Oh my, they're so cute!" she hugged each one of them.

When she got to the necklace, she smiled widely, put it on, and got up to hold you tight.

"Thank you so so so much, my love! This is the best Christmas i've ever had!" she kissed your cheek as another "thank you".

"Just for you, my dear."

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jasntodds · 11 months ago

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Petrichor [15]

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Powered!Reader (little bit of fwb)

Words: 11,631

Chapter Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, blood, violence, canon violence, mentions of gore, mentions of drug use

Summary: ❝Pylades: I’ll take care of you. Orestes: It’s rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.❞

Gotham is home, not just for Jason but for you, too. And now that you’re both finally back home, together, you’re ready to see where this next chapter brings the two of you. He’s your best friend and you’re his. And you both might want a little something more with being back home, the place you both feel most comfortable. Surely, nothing could possibly go wrong now.

A/N: Here's a chapter a week early for the holidays lol I tried so hard to get this posted this week lol Merry Christmas and happy holidays!! Or happy December if you don't celebrate anything!! You can add yourself to the tag list below, ask me to be tagged, or you can follow my library blog @jasntoddslibrary and turn on notifications if you prefer that!! I love feedback, I swear it keeps me posting on a weekly basis 😭

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The next day comes around, Jason waking up first and it’s the first full night’s rest he’s gotten since coming back. It wasn’t exactly the best sleep he’s ever gotten, given his general discomfort but it was a lot better than how he has been. And there’s a smile that comes to his face as you're still cuddled into his side, his arm draped around your shoulders. For a second, he thinks you could just stay like this. He doesn’t really feel too bad right now so you could just stay like this. Forget everything about Crane and the Titans, you can exist how you were before. It feels like it did then anyway. But, Jason knows that can’t happen. Not yet.

With a clear head and some sleep, he knows he needs to make it right with everyone else. He wants to go home. He doesn’t want to spend his life hiding out and making you hide with him. That’s not fair to either of you. That’s not fair to Gar either or Molly. Jason wants his own life back. It’s time he takes it back into his own hands and that means asking you to talk to Dick when you wake up.

Jason lets out a steady breath, carefully trying to move out from under you but it ends up stirring you awake slightly, earning him a groan.

“Stay.” You mutter. “Tired.” Your hand slides over Jason’s torso until you reach his side where you grip the excess fabric of his hoodie.

Jason’s chest rumbles beneath you with a chuckle. He rests his chin on top of your head instead of kissing you like he’d normally do. The smile starts to fall short as the chuckle subsides.

“When was the last time you slept?” He asks quietly.

“When was the last time you slept?” You ask right back, keeping your eyes closed.

“Asked you first.” Jason quips back, subconsciously pulling you closer into him.

He gets a low hum from you. “Dunno.”

Jason moves his hand from your back up to your shoulder, his fingers lightly tracing over your shoulder. His heart weighs heavy in his chest, knowing a large part of your lack of sleep is because of him. Maybe staying in bed all day isn’t such a bad idea.

“You need to sleep.” Jason says, his voice caught somewhere between stern and worried.

His tone gets you to finally peek your eyes open and look up at him. Jason moves his head from yours as you tilt your up just enough to get a look at him. His brows are tugged together, his forehead creasing with lines of worry. So many days and nights were spent like this but it was always you wearing the look of worry for him, not the other way around. This is normally when he’d give you a half-cocked grin and he’d kiss you, offering a false sense of reassurance when he would not be sleeping any better that same night. You don’t have the same option though so you dodge his eyes and tilt your head back down.

“I know.” You say quietly. “So do you.”

Jason lets out a breath, resting his head back on yours. “I know.”

The room falls silent with Jason’s words. There’s something stiff and hollowed in the air surrounding you. Every unsaid word lingers like smog but neither of you can bring youselves to do anything about it. Instead, Jason’s fingers trace along your shoulder and your thumb runs along his side. You both let the weight of the silence swallow you whole, running through all of the guilt and shame that’s led you both here.

It’s comforting, being here like this like it should be. But, so much has happened that both of you think you’ve set yourselves up for failure. With each other. You broke his trust and Jason is already one of the least trusting people you've ever met. Even if he finds it in himself to forgive you, you aren’t so sure you can forgive yourself for it. And Jason’s thinking of everything he could have done differently and how he’d love to lay like this forever with you, as if nothing happened but he can’t. He could have killed you and he left you. You begged him to stay and he left. He betrayed you and he swears you should never forgive him for any of it, but if you do, he doesn’t think he’ll ever forgive himself for it. For any of this. So, the two of you sit in silence.

You listen to the beating of Jason’s heartbeat and you almost expected it to not be there or for it to be different somehow. But, it’s the same as it always was and it was always comforting. A reminder that you are alive and so is he. After everything, you were the ones that made it out alive and he is here, with you, strong and unmoving, safe. It’s still comforting in that same way, but this time, you appreciate it a little bit more because he did not make it alive. So, you count his heartbeats.

“You awake?” Jason asks.

“Mhm.” You hum.

“Do you think you could talk to Dick?” Jason asks, his voice just above a whisper. “I’m done with Crane’s shit and I don’t feel too bad today. I just wanna go home with you…and everyone else.”

You look up at him quickly, brows raised in surprise. “Really? Like…you mean it?”

Jason nods. “Yeah, think he’ll go for it, though?”

You offer him a warm smile as you sit all the way up. You turn to face him sitting with your legs crossed, your left knee lightly resting on his thigh. “Yeah, I think so. I’ll talk to him.”

“Can you see if he’ll meet me somewhere, just him and me?” Jason asks, earning a look of suspicion from you. “Not gonna fucking kill him, alright? Just to talk, swear.”

You nod your head, running a hand through his white streak of hair. “Yeah, I can. I’m sure he’ll do it as long as he’s like fine. He did get hit by a car...” You furrow your brows, slowly remembering that did in fact happen last night.

“Yeah, what a dumbass.” Jason lets out a scoff.

“Uh-huh, right, do you need a list of dumb things you’ve done since I met you because…” You tease him with the scrunch of your nose.

“I don’t do dumb shit!” Jason defends with a laugh. "I've never been hit by a fucking car."

“You said you rode a motorcycle in the manor? That was dumb.”

“That doesn’t fucking count. You said since you met me.” Jason holds his head up with confidence.

“Smartass.” You huff. “You made a bet with a complete stranger who could have killed you for all you know. And then lost. Your side of the bet was to let it slide this one time. That was also dumb. Two in one shot.” You gesture a hand at him lazily with the light shake of your head.

“Hey!” Jason scoffs. “First of all, babe, you couldn’t kill me now if you tried.” Jason offers his toothy smirk right back at you. “I was just trying to get laid, earn brownie points, ya know?” Jason fires right back, almost trying to get under your skin just as he's done a thousand times but he watches as a genuine happy smile starts to crack across your face.

You burst out laughing. You can't tell if he's serious but you have to think he definitely is. “Thinking with your dick, I see.” You mock him. “So, that’s three in one shot.”

Jason's cheeks start to tint a pretty shade of red as he sits up, pointing a finger right at you. “Okay, no you know what, let’s look at your track record, huh?”

“Oh, no, that is perfectly fine. We do not have to.” You shake your head looking down and then back at him, knowing he's not gonna let this go.

“You put the stick of butter in the water of your mac and cheese.” Jason blinks at you, the corner of his mouth turned up into something cheeky and arrogant.

“That was one fucking time and I was tired!" You defend.

“I’ve never done that.” Jason mutters, mocking you.

"You were harassing me!" You scoff in disbelief.

Jason tilts his head back with a laugh. "Not me. I didn't do shit. That was your own mistake. Don't blame me." Jason gestures a hand towards himself, his smile wide and toothy.

"You were throwing shit at me to see if I could dodge them quick enough and you'd fucking yell ten points whenever you hit me!" You can't help but laugh as you remember the day in the kitchen. It became a regular thing and Jason always claimed it was extra training but you're pretty sure he just liked to fuck with you anyway. And in any way he possibly could. You thought it was fun though because he'd get all pissy and annoyed if you dodged whatever he was throwing more than five times.

"Keeping you on your toes, babe." Jason nods his head with confidence, the grin so wide it might as well light up the entire room.

You blink at him a few times, shaking your head once. “Okay, uh you tried to show off by showing me something Bruce taught you while we were walking down the stairs which made you fall down the stairs.” You point out, nodding your head quickly as you match the grin on Jason's face.

Jason chuckles softly, his cheeks burning red. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so embarrassed. “Looked cool though, didn’t it?”

“No.” You chortle. “You looked like a fish out of water.”

“Fuck you!” Jason huffs, a beaming smile on his lips. “You broke your phone because Bruce walked in during Sinister and scared shit out of you so you threw your phone instead of a knife.”

You nod your head. “How the fuck did I even do that?” You shake your head through a loud laugh. “We can go back to talking about Dick being dumb.” You offer him a smirk before it falls short. “Actually, I should probably make sure he didn’t…like die or something.” You offer Jason a yikes expression as you reach for your phone on the opposite side of the bed. You unlock your phone to see a few texts from Gar. “Oh, fun!” You say sarcastically.

“What?” Jason raises a brow at you.

“Tim, yeah, he knows you’re Robin, Dick was Robin and is now Nightwing, Bruce is Batman, and I’m Bluejay.” You nod your head, blinking at Jason. “And he confronted Dick last night before he got hit by a car. Showed up at the manor.”

Jaso lets out a choked chuckle. “Wish I could have seen the look on his face.” The chuckle comes to a stop as he realizes what Sam has just said. "Wait. How the fuck does he even know that?"

“Same! I can’t believe we missed it.” You roll your eyes. “It's a long story, I didn't tell him though." You shrug your shoulders. "It's Dick's fault but you're not exactly helping at the moment though cause like...he knows you died and now...you're not dead. So...batboys." You roll your eyes, giving Jason a teasing grin before looking back to your phone. Jason's eyes narrow, but he is realizing that yeah, people who know you would know he died and now he's alive and walking around. He sees how that would be weird and a little difficult to explain. "Gar said Dick is fine though.” You nod your head before you type away at a text back.

“Good.” Jason sucks in a breath, stretching for the first time. "What did you tell Tim about me being alive?"

"Oh, uh, well...uh, you see..." You chuckle awkwardly. "That you died and now you're alive."

Jason stares at you for a few seconds. "Right, and he said?"

"I don't remember...but, he was confused and wanted more answers. But he thought I was lying about it so I like...did not have a choice but to tell him. He literally saw you so...he knows you're alive." You give him an open mouth, sarcastic grin as you offer him jazz hands.

Jason can't help but laugh softly. "Awesome, I guess." Jason sucks in a breath.

"He won't tell anyone. If anyone else asks any questions, could just say it was like...a hit or something to hurt Bruce and so Bruce sent you into hiding and didn't tell me to keep me out of it." You explain, putting your phone into your hoodie pocket. "Thought of that lie like ten minutes after I told Tim."

"That's better than telling everyone I was Robin." Jason lets out a scoff, rolling his shoulders.

You watch the uneasiness wash over his face. Robin might be a rough subject right about now and you can't say you blame him. You know you have some resentment towards the mantle now. You wonder if he does or if it's a Bruce thing or a Joker thing or a he died thing. Maybe it's everything but his face falls and the smile vanishes from his lips while his shoulders sulk. So, you change subject.

“What’re you gonna do while I talk to Dick?” You question softly.

“Wait, I guess.” Jason chuckles softly. “I don’t know.”

“You could clean.” You offer a teasing smile as you look around the room. “Kind of messy.”

“I’ve been a little busy in case you forgot.” Jason quips right back.

“I know but now you’re not.” You shrug. “Are you sure you feel okay?”

“Yeah.” Jason nods confidently. “Surprisingly, feel alright. I guess Crane’s drug has a short withdrawal process.” He still has a little bit of a headache and his skin still feels like it could peal off his bones, but it's not nearly as bad as it was yesterday.

“Good.” You smile softly before sucking in a breath. The quicker you talk to Dick, the quicker you can get Jason actually home which also means there's less of a chance of him, somehow, falling back into Crane's hands. As much as you would love to keep talking with him and joking with him, you also don't want him to change his mind on coming home. “Well, I’m gonna head out and see about talking to Dick. Need to get a feel for his mood and see if I…well, if Gar can do anything to brighten him up.”

“Because you will only piss him off further.” Jason quips as the smile comes back to his face, not as bright as before but at least it's there.

“It is one of my favorite pastimes and I just can’t help it. Neither can you.” You laugh softly before you move to the end of the bed and get to your feet. “Uh, if you need anything though, just…let me know and I’ll come back.”

“Thank you again…for everything.” Jason gives you a sad nod.

“Of course, Jay.” You smile back. “Okay, I’ll text you?” You question. “And see you later then.” You nod your head a few times before turning on your heels and leaving Jason alone in the room.

On the way back to the manor, you think about maybe not talking to Jason about everything. It's probably a bad idea and not very healthy either. But, last night and this morning felt good and normal and safe and if you talk, that goes away. It has to, even if it's just for a little while. Nothing has felt normal or safe or good in two weeks. In the grand scheme of time, that's not very long but you swear it feels like it's been an entire year. You don't want to have to talk about how he died and you found him. You don't want to have to talk about everything you've said to each other in the last week or how much you've hurt each other. You don't want to talk about any of it because maybe if you don't, you can live in a bubble where it doesn't have to hurt so damn much all the time.

But, maybe living in your own little bubble, avoiding the idea of the very worst whenever it would come up, is how you both ended up in agonizing pain in the first place.

When you get back to the manor, you're met by Gar as you walk into the living room. Conner and Blackfire are cuddled on the couch, talking quietly between each other. You eye them for a second, confused when that happened and you gesture a finger towards them, glancing to Gar. They're cute together but you did not see that coming. Gar just shakes his head, offering a soft smile.

“Okay.” You suck in a breath, shaking your head. “Dick around?”

“Batcave.” Gar lets out a breath. Gar eyes you softly, noticing you look a little more rested than you have since he's been in Gotham. A part of him was really worried you going with Jason would be bad because of how messed up everything has been. But, you look like you actually got some sleep for once and you don't look like you're ready to kill someone at any minor inconvenience. “How’s Jason?”

“He in like…a good mood? Dick, I mean.” You question carefully. “Yeah, uh, he’s okay. He said…he’s okay anyway which in Jason terms also means he’s probably on the verge of an aneurysm at any given moment but he feels okay enough.” You nod your head quickly but you don't look too relieved. For someone who has only wanted Jason to be okay, Gar finds that a bit off.

“I mean, he got hit by a car so he’s not happy.” Gar says softly. “Did something else happen?”

“Yeah…” You clear your throat. “And uh…no. No…nothing happened.” You look to the ground for a few seconds, your heart heavy before you look back to Gar. “Walk with me?”

“Sure.” Gar smiles softly before the two of you make your way to the Batcave. “What’s up?”

You chew the inside of your cheek and you know Gar is going to tell you to suck it up and have the damn conversation. You could practically give yourself the damn speech yourself but you're thinking of asking anyway. Maybe hearing it from Gar, will convince you to just talk to him, properly. It'll be kind of like the decision is off of your shoulders for once because it's Gar's advice. Whatever would happen because of that conversation wouldn't be Gar's fault, but it would be nice to not make the entire decision.

“You like to talk like that’s your thing. How to work through your shit, you tell everyone to talk about their shit, which I realize you like…never do? So, you should also be doing that. But, uh, that’s always your advice…so you think we really have to talk?” Sam scrunches her nose, glancing at Gar.

“Uh…” Gar stutters, trying to piece together your run-on sentence. “You and me…? Or is this actually about you and Jason?”

“Jason.” You suck in a breath. “Unless…you wanna talk about you and me I mean, we can?”

“No, it’s fine.” Gar chuckles softly, brushing it off. Of course, he thinks you should talk. A lot of the pain you caused each other could have been solved through Jason being sober and you having a conversation instead of fighting. Not talking seems like it'll only cause the both of you more pain and more problems. You were both always better when you talked to each other, really talked. “I mean, you guys fought each other and then he almost got you killed…twice.” Gar cringes softly. “Do you really think not talking about that is a good idea?”

“No.” You huff bitterly. “But I was hoping you’d say it’d all be okay and we don’t have to.” You let out a deep sigh, one that sounds of defeat and fear.

“What happened?”

“Felt normal this morning…last night.” You shrug your shoulders. “But, the second we start talking about everything that happened since he died…it’s like…everything that’s happened becomes permanent and real. I don’t want either of those things. I just want to go back to how it was.”

“It is real and permanent regardless on if you talk about it.” Gar shrugs his shoulders. “He died. He came back and became Red Hood. That happened. You not talking about it doesn’t make it unreal. But, you could talk about it and still go back to how it was.”

“How?” You suck in a breath. “He read to me last night and it was just…so nice and it didn’t feel so heavy. And this morning, we woke up together and it was like I could breathe again. I don’t want that to go away. But, I don’t know where he’s gonna stand after all of this and I…I don’t think I want to know.”

They always say ignorance is bliss and you didn't always agree with that because why would someone want to stay willfully ignorant? Why would someone not want to know the answer to something? The answer might save them pain and heartbreak and time. But, now you're here and suddenly, you get it because not knowing is almost better. If you don't know, you can pretend it's all fine and then it doesn't hurt. It's okay with you if it's a waste of your own time and effort and energy. It's okay if it hurts later as long as it doesn't hurt now.

“You didn’t want to know how he really felt before and if you two would have just talked, you’d have been together sooner.” Gar states simply.

“Yeah, I know.” You scoff and you know he's right. Talking about everything bad that happened to both of you, outside of each other, was always easy and it always felt safe. Maybe it's because the other person was at a distance from the damage of it. You know you never really talked about the kidnapping aspect of being held captive by Deathstroke. It always felt too heavy because you were so scared of losing him and you think, maybe it was the same for him. This is a little different but he did die and that's real. And it's scary and painful. “I am just…so mad at myself for what I said to him. While I was high…while I wasn’t.” You shake your head. “We’d have to talk about that and he’s gonna look at me…in that way and I just…I don’t want him to look at me like that again.”

“Didn’t he tell you that you were a mistake?” Gar asks bluntly. “It sucks what you said but you’re the one who showed up anyway and I’m sure he feels like shit over what he said to you, too. You two avoiding it isn’t going to do either of you any good.”

“What if that ends up being the end though? Like what if we both can’t forgive ourselves for it and then…that’s just it?” Your voice grows quiet and maybe you're really just worried, at the end of the conversation, it'll be over for good. You broke up with him and that's on you, but you kind of thought maybe you'd fix things. Now though, you'd worried, that somehow talking about it will lead you to a path where it can't be fixed.

“Do you want to be in a relationship with someone when you can’t talk about the things that hurt you?” Gar asks. “Look, you two are my best friends and I like you guys together but…” Gar pauses, his steps coming to a stop as you stop to face him. “If you guys can’t forgive yourselves but you forgive each other, maybe you do need space. That’s not gonna be fair to either one of you. It doesn’t have to be end though.”

“I’m terrified it will be. I mean…” You offer a sad smile. “I don’t know.”

“Did he say something?”

“He wants to come home. Told me to sleep.” You tug the sleeves of your hoodie over your hands.

“He wants to come home?” Gar asks with a genuine smile this time. “You do need to sleep.” Gar agrees.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m talking to Dick. I know.” You suck in a breath before you turn around, Gar keeping up with you.

“For what it’s worth, I think you guys will figure it out. You were good together.” Gar offers a soft smile.

“Thanks, Gar.” You offer a thankful smile back, hoping maybe it's just your general pessimism that's getting to you. Maybe it's just because it felt so good to be with him and now you're just over thinking the whole thing. You've been known to do that a time or two. Gar isn't usually wrong, anyway.

The two of you finish your walk into the Batcave, finding Kory and Dick at the Batcomputer. You're glad to see Dick is even on his feet, maybe it was just a concussion.

“You’re back.” Kory says with delight. “Everything okay?”

You nod quickly. “Yeah, yeah.” You look to Dick. “Um…I just, came to talk to Dick for a second. It’s all fine.” You nod your head.

Kory and Gar look between each other and then to Dick before they excuse themselves. Dick is already preparing himself for whatever bullshit you're about to throw his way.

"What?" Dick asks, earning an eyebrow raise from you. "Whenever you want to talk it's never good. You also left me in the middle of the street last night." Dick crosses his arms, clearly displeased.

"Um...I called the ambulance and texted Kory and Gar. You were fine." You snars back. "You ran off and went to bed after literally being shot by a sniper. I'm sorry I assumed you'd be fine when you were hit by a car doing like fifteen miles an hour while you had on a helmet and your bike took the brunt of the force." You quip blinking at him quickly. In your defense, if someone is going to go to bed after being shot, you have every right to believe they would be fine in most other circumstances. But, you called an ambulance and he's fine. "So...about Jason."

Dick nearly groans at the mention. "What about him?"

"He wants to come home."

Dick shakes his head in disbelief. "What?"

"That's what he said. He asked me if I could talk to you about it and see if you'd meet up with him. He swore it's not to fight or kill you or anything. He just wants to talk. He's clean and he feels better today." You explain, tugging your sleeves over your hands.

Dick lets out a breath, putting his hand on his hip. He's still weighed down by the guilt of the fallout in San Francisco. He knows he can't say no. "Do you think he means it? Not because you care about him or because you're on his side. I need to know."

"Yes." You answer. "I can always tell when he's lying and he'd never drag me into that, not like this. Not when he's clean. He'd never want your blood to end up on my hands because he had me set it up. And I don't want you dead. Jason could have killed you last night and he didn't. I really think he's done and he just wants to come home." You let out a breath, seeing the torn look on Dick's face.

It's more than Jason being his brother and some sort of weird obligation to Bruce because it's Dick's turn to redeem himself from Deathstroke and to make a better effort. But, he also has the rest of the Titans to think about and Jason did kill one of them. Him being manipulated and drugged, doesn't make that any better or any more justifiable.

"You promised." You say quietly, still holding onto your belief that promises should mean something, even if you broke the biggest one you could.

"He killed Hank."

"Yeah," You nod sadly. "And I swear, that wasn't him. I know it's really hard to understand, but it wasn't. It doesn't make it right, but...I don't think we should give up." You feel like you're almost holding your breath because you never thought Dick would ever really say no. You never really imagined Dick throwing in the towel but you're wondering if he's at that point.

It did not feel good when everyone gave up on him, everyone besides you and Gar. Dick thinks he deserved it, absolutely. He lied and got a kid killed. It was his idea to use Jericho as bait and it got him killed. He deserved it but it hurt anyway. And Dick was in his right mind when all of that happened. Dick dropped Jason from a skyscraper and the only reason he even walked out is because Dick lied. Jason wasn't even going to give up. Who is Dick to give up now when he knows the Jason they've been dealing with has been under the influence of a powerful drug and a master manipulator?

"Okay." Dick nods his head. "I'll have to talk to the Titans."

You let out a breath, nodding quickly. "I know."

"They won't like it."

"Can I be there? Maybe me and Gar can offer a voice of a reason. I took the drug so I know and Gar killed people because of CADMUS so...I mean. Kind of the same thing. And Conner almost killed Gar and Jason and you all almost killed Gar and--"

"I get it, thank you." Dick cuts you off, really not needing or wanting to recap of the horrible things that have happened. "Fine. I'll meet with Jason and see how it goes." Dick nods his head. "I need to talk you about Tim anyway."

"Oh, Gar told me." You laugh softly. "Told you so."

"Yeah, it's not funny." Dick scolds. "Is he ever going to stop?"

"Nope." You shake your head. "He's pretty pissed about his dad, like rightfully so. But, he also knows he's right." You let out a scoff but a smile sticks to your face. Is it bad Tim knows? Yeah, but you still find it amusing and impressive. If it were up to you, you'd just tell Tim anyway. "Why'd he even confront you anyway?"

"He wants to be Robin." Dick blinks at you, fully unassumed. "Any idea where he got that idea?" Dick shifts his weight to his left leg, giving you an accusatory look.

"Tim is proactive?" You question with the shrug of your shoulder. "He's fucking nuts though. I didn't tell him shit, alright? If he ever told me he wanted to be Robin, I would have gone to hell and back to talk him out of it."

You don't think anyone should end up like Jason or Dick. Maybe it was never Jasn that was cursed or Dick that was the monster, maybe it was always Robin. Maybe that mantle is just...too much. It changes people, makes them desperate and turns them into versions of themselves they can't even live with. It's too much pressure. You don't really think anyone should take the mantle again.

"Great." Dick lets out a sigh. "Okay, while I'm trying to talk to Jason and make sure he's serious about this, I need you to trail Tim. Keep him out of it."

"Why?" You scoff. "I mean, I've been fighting the whole damn time to get Jason back and now that he's ready, you want me to take a backseat?"

"You're friends with Tim. Do you really want Tim anywhere near this? His dad was just shot because you involved him and he showed up here."

"Ouch." You roll your eyes. "How do you even know he's going to be trying to follow you guys anyway? What if he doesn't? Then, I'm just wasting my time while you and the Titans are planning fuck knows what."

"He had pictures of us." Dick states. "This is personal for him now. I need you to trust me with Jason."

"Yeah, that's a pretty heavy ask there, Dickolas given everything that's happened here." You huff. "Making me pick between Tim and Jason." You roll your eyes. Jason just wants to talk to Dick anyway and maybe it's better if they do it one-on-one. You mostly just wanted to be there in case something hits the fan. It is Dick and Jason so the odds of that happening are a lot higher than your personal comfort. But, maybe it'll be better that way. Jason has always been able to hold his own anyway and you do have to trust Dick if he has to trust you. "Fine. Fine, I'll go stalk Tim." You state sarcastically. "Don't fuck it with Jason then."

"It won't be me that messes things up."

"Right, okay." You say sarcastically. "I'm gonna let him know you'll meet and I'll tell you where and when. Then, I'll go find Tim, I fucking guess." You toss your hands up dramatically before you leave Dick on his own.

While Dick meets in the tunnels with Jason, you do as asked, meeting up with Tim. You find there's a sort of irony in the whole situation since you just told Tim a few days ago it was weird that he was basically stalking the Titans and now Dick is literally having you stalk him. It's ridiculous but Dick has a point and you know it. So, you hang around with him for a few hours until Dick calls for a meeting with all of the Titans, you included. He wants to discuss what happened with Jason and the very idea of having to sit with everyone makes you want to chew your own arm off.

"What?" Kory yells after Dick finishes explaining that Jason is clean now and he just wants to come home, to be with his friends again. He swears it was all the drug and Crane, but his mind is clear now. "He kidnapped kids. He made that woman snap her own neck."

You look to Kory and your heart falls. Not again and you don't want to argue with Kory. But this is the only thing you've wanted since he died. Dick is the leader and at the end of the day, it's up to him. Everyone else can protest but if Dick says he can come, he can home. However, you chew your cheek and pull your sleeves over his hands because Jason wants to come home to a place that feels warm and safe and like home, but it won't feel like that if the only people who want him around are you and Gar.

He said he wasn't brought back because he was wanted.

"So, we're just gonna set an extra place at the dinner table?" Connor questions. "Oh, hey, Jay, pass the mashed potatoes."

"Hey!" You yell as you snap your attention to Conner. "Watch it." You threaten, teeth gritting together with narrowed eyes. You will argue with Conner.

"He's offering to turn himself in and bring in Crane." Dick defends his stance.

"This is bullshit." Kory says. "You're forgiving a murderer."

You tug your sleeves down some more because you thought Kory was the understanding one of Dick and Kory. But, apparently not. Gar said Blackfire killed their parents. But, Jason is manipulated and drugged into killing people and that's wrong? You're killing people and no one has brought that up in a few days. It's just an issue when it's Jason. What else is new?

"We need Crane." Dick says calmly.

"I kill people." You defend. "None of you are too mad about that anymore. I killed some of CADMUS, some people here. And I wasn't even high or being manipulated. Twice was in self-defence but the other times, I don't feel too bad about." You argue.

"What if all the killing was Scarecrow?" Gar interjects as he looks around the room and you're relieved Gar is taking a stand with you. You're tired of fighting alone.

"No, he needs to be held accountable." Dick shackles his head.

"You didn't hold me accountable when CADMUS took me over, made me a killer." Gar protests. "You guys all took me back, no questions asked because we're family." Gar stands up, looking around the room. "Jason deserves the same chance." Gar says softly while you give him a smile. "Y/n said it was the drug and I believe her and I believe Jason." Gar shrugs his shoulders casually and normally he would think Kory would be right but not this time.

This is Jason. The same person he calls his best friend, the same person who had a room right down the hall from him for months. The same person he talks to nearly every day. Gar died once and he came back all the same with all of his broken pieces perfectly fitted back together and held together by the love and care of the Titans. He has to believe that if a demon can bring him back to life and he's still fine, then Jason can be brought back via Lazurus pit and still be himself. The Jason before wasn't a cold-blooded killer. He should be given the same chance that Gar and you and Blackfire and Conner are given.

You stand up this time, standing right beside Gar. "I killed some of CADMUS without being influenced by anything and none of you ever questioned that. Dick yelled at me for killing those guys here but that was it. Kory, you've killed people. You and Dick almost killed Gar because of Trigon. I'm telling you guys, you don't know what that drug does but I do and I'm telling you, that shit was not Jason. It was all the drug and Crane." You keep your voice level, hoping this won't escalate into an argument since even Gar is speaking up on Jason's behalf.

"Alright, we bring them both in and after that, we assess the situation." Dick says as he crosses his arms, trying his best to do what's best for everyone and keep everyone happy.

You and Gar look at each other, clearly not happy with the response. You both know the only reason this discussion is being had is because it's Jason. If it were anyone else, they would have been welcomed back and there would be understanding of the situation but not this time. It's starting to drive you both insane.

"I've never met the guy but I'm bullish on second chances." Blackfire says from the back as she leans forward in her seat. Gar and you gain large smiles, holding your head high as you look to Dick.

"We'll see how it goes." Dick remains firm but there's something about the way he uncrosses his arms and shifts his weight to his right that you and Gar gain a little hope. "Batcave, five minutes." Dick before as the room dispurses. "Y/n." Dick calls before you can walk off with Gar.

You roll your eyes at Gar before he leaves, too. You realize it really is never good when the two of you have some sort of private conversation and you're not in the mood for it today.

"Yes?" You question sarcastically.

"How did it go with Tim?"

"Oh, he is not giving up for shit." You state as you nod your head.

"Did you tell him anything?" Dick asks. "He found me before I was going into the tunnels."

"You should really be more secretive." You squint your eyes at him. "No, I didn't tell him. Do you think I'm just gonna start spilling because he's right?" You scoff as you laugh. "I told him he was wrong and to drop it and then he did not do that."

"Okay, well, keep an eye on him tonight while we meet Jason." Dick states.

You pause, shaking your head in disbelief as if to be processing what he just said. He can't be serious. "What?" You ask bluntly. "No, I'm going with tonight."

"No, you're not. You're going to stay with Tim, make sure he's not following us."

Tim definitely was following and waiting for Dick today before you found him. Tim also made it very clear he was not going to be giving up on this whole Robin thing any time soon. Dick might have a point that Tim could follow them but the way you see it is that it shouldn't be your job to babysit him. The Titans could just be more careful and not be seen. This involves Jason so you should get to go with and Gar could go hang out with Tim. It might be weird but Tim is stalking them so it's not the weirdest thing in the world at the moment.

"No, I'm going. This is about Jason. The fuck can't I go with for now?"

"We want to also bring in Crane and Jason is giving him up but we still don't know what Crane has been planning. You want him dead. If it comes to it and we need to bring Jason in, I know you won't let us." Dick states, crossing his arms again. "Tim is your friend."

"First of all, I can withhold my killing urges for now, thank you. And second, yes. Because none of us had to be brought in for the shit we've done, like we just said. But, you shouldn't need to bring him since he's not looking for a fight this time." You almost whine through this whole thing. It's just so damn frustrating.

"That's why you're going to be looking after Tim. This is Titans business." Dick's voice is stern and unmoving. "You said you're done with being a Titan."

"That's shit and you know it." You scoff, knowing you're going to go anyway and there's nothing Dick can say or do to stop you, so you cave. "Fine, but he better be here when I get back tonight." You glare up at Dick before you walk past him to find Gar.

You take off fifteen minutes before the Titans with Dick thinking you were going to go look after Tim. If you were being honest, you're not entirely sure why Dick actually thinks you're going to listen. This involves you and it involves your favorite person on the planet. Of course, you'll go toe-to-toe with the Titans if you need to, that's just how it is. But, you also know Jason is being honest with wanting to come home so the only way this would go south is if the Titans started shit. Since Dick didn't want you there, it sends a red flag that maybe something is going to happen and you won't be there. So, you leave before them, giving Jason the heads up you'd meet him there.

But, when you get to the pump station, you don't immediately find Jason. That would have been too simple. Instead, you find Tim and you have never been so glad to not be wearing your suit. That would have been a lot harder to explain.

"Tim?" You call as Tim is walking a few feet ahead of you, getting closer to the building.

Tim turns around, seeing you jog up towards him. "What're you doing here?" He asks.

"What are you doing here?" You ask back, stuffing your hands into the pouch of your hoodie. Tim raises an eyebrow at you, almost as if saying he's not going to say if you won't. "Exploring. Your turn."

"Following Jason." Tim shrugs casually before he continues to walk towards the building, you right beside him.

On the one hand, Dick was wrong about Tim following a Titan. On the other hand, he did follow someone and now he's here anyway and had you just followed Tim, this whole thing would have been avoided. You really hate when Dick is right, even if it's by accident.

"You really need to stop this stalking shit, it's weird as shit, dude." You quip back. "Why are you following Jason?" Your voice is exasperated. Why can't anything just go as planned?

"I wanna meet Robin and find out what led Robin to getting my dad shot. I wanna be the next Robin so I need to talk to him." Tim says confidently. "It was his mantle."

You stop for just a few seconds, your brows pulling together. Oh, he's like really serious about being Robin? He's completely insane. Which, would actually fit the whole Robin thing. It seems a little bit of insanity is needed but this is nuts. Why would anyone actually want to be the third Robin? Because the first two really worked out so fucking well?

"I...am lost." You say softly, catching up with Tim. "Why the fuck would you want to be the next Robin?" You nearly scoff and you hadn't realized it, but the name almost burns your tongue now.

"Gotham needs a Robin. Jason isn't gonna be Robin, clearly. Dick is a Titan and Nightwing now. You have Bluejay. We need a Robin and I can do it." Tim tugs the strap of his backpack over his shoulder.

"I wish I had your confidence." You mutter. "So, Robin gets brutally murdered and your response is to become Robin? Don't you think that shit is fucked? Like...you want shit to happen to you?" You ask and you're thinking you'll have to make talking Tim out of this your next mission.

"It's not about me." Tim shrugs. "It's about Gotham, the greater good of Gotham. Someone has to step up and it can be me. I'll take the risk to help other people."

It would be a lie if you didn't find it admirable. You still hate Bruce but yeah, the whole Batman and Robin thing, it's admirable. Risking their lives for other people is admirable. But, it's also fucking stupid. You're aware you're doing that now, too but to some extent you think you have a death wish anyway. Maybe all vigilantes have some sort of death wish for one reason or another.

\It wasn't entirely your choice though. You just have powers and the training fell into your lap. If you have those abilities, wouldn't it be wrong not to use them to help people? But, Tim isn't a meta human. He's just some kid who works at his parents' restaurant. He's not Dick or Jason or Hank or Dawn. In the best way, he isn't them. He shouldn't put himself in the mix of this.

"That's...admirable and incredibly fucking stupid." You scoff bluntly. "Dude, fuck that vigilante shit. You're not obligated to it."

"Like you?" Tim quips back.

"Still not who you think I am, I just got tired of repeating myself and you wanting to be Robin seemed like a more interesting conversation." You let out a breath. "You don't want to be Robin." You say quietly.

"Someone has to do it. I can." Tim huffs.

You shake your head, rolling your eyes. "Signing your own death certificate." You let out a bitter scoff as the two of you round the corner of the building.

But, then your heart sinks as the two of you come to a stop seeing Crane exit the building on the landing a few steps above you. A gun rests on the landing right at Crane's feet as he gains this subtle but eerie smile. You watch him carefully, knowing Crane can't be too happy with you right about now. He had Jason tied up, Jason only came by for the drug and Crane isn't an idiot. You think maybe he knows you turned Jason.

Crane takes a few steps towards the stairs, standing closer to the gun. You know you can't beat him to it but you also know if you throw a knife, Dick is going to kill you. There has to be a reason he picked this pump station and they don't know what that reason is yet. There is also Tim to think about. Crane is insane and any wrong move makes Tim a target, too if he isn't already. But, you have to do something.

You slowly move to stand right in front of Tim, using your arm to lightly nudge him backward.

Crane lets out this sigh that almost sounds like one of disappointment. "It didn't have to end this way." Crane offers you an unsettling false-sorrowed filled frown as his fingers dance over the gun.

And that's when the throbbing right in the front of your head starts.

You spin around, hands coming to Tim's shoulder as panic washes over your eyes. "Run! Go now!" You shove Tim, grabbing a knife from your belt just as you're turning around.

But, as soon as you're fully facing Crane and the knife is leaving your fingers, the gun fires. The shot rings across the lot and the bullet connects to your right shoulder. The impact of the bullet and the shock of being hit sends you to the ground, screaming out in pain just as another gunshot echoes over the lot.

Searing pain radiating down your arm and through your chest. The wind feels like it's been knocked from your lungs as you desperately try to gasp for breath. The back of your head is throbbing from the smack to the pavement and the front is throbbing again. Your eyes slam shut as you don't hear Tim's footsteps running anymore and silence confuses the air like thick fog. The second shot was at Tim and Crane got him.

Crane looks down at you, a sinister and belittling smile on his face, proud of what he's just done. You try to roll slightly onto your side, the gunshot causing a sheering pain to radiate down to your fingertips. Crane lifts his arm, aiming the gun right at your head and ready to pull the trigger. You pause, looking at it and you grit your teeth with the pounding of your head right where the gun is aimed. You spot blood and a cut on Crane's face, you needed to throw a little more to the left.

This whole thing would have been solved had you thrown just a little bit to the left or been quicker. You're pretty sure you only missed because you were fucking shot. And now Crane might actually kill you and you hope Jason knows where the Lazurus Pit is and will bring you back so you can kill Crane with your bare hands. But, then, the throbbing stops and Crane drops his arm as he looks over his shoulder, seeing someone in the distance.

He doesn't say a word before he runs back into the building, leaving you to deal with the aftermath of blood and gunshots.

You roll over, getting to your knees as you're finally able to suck in a full breath. Your eyes land on Tim, lying on the ground just a few feet ahead of you and you focus all of your energy and attention to getting to him. You were shot in the shoulder. Those gunshots are usually deadly and you swear it'll be fine. You signed up for this and Tim isn't Robin. As much as he likes to think he's ready and able, he did not sign up for this. You have to make sure he's okay. You have no choice. He has to be fine.

So, you crawl over to him as Tim rolls over, slightly facing you. That's when you see blood covering his abdomen. Your eyes widen and you shake your head, grinding your teeth so hard you think they might shatter through your gums. Your hands go to the wound, pressing hard as Tim lets out a scream in agony.

"Sorry." You mutter, your hands almost burning as blood coats through your fingers.

This is horrible. Horrible. Horrible. Your breathing grows rapid and you can't think straight. You can't focus on anything. All you know is to put pressure on a bleeding wound but this is the abdomen and surely the bullet hit something important. There's blood coming from his mouth and he looks like he might pass out. Tim's breathing is ragged and staggered. This isn't good and he's just human and he's not Robin. Why was he shot anyway? He had nothing to do with anything and Crane shot him anyway. Why is he such a monster? Why would Tim even want to go through this? It's not fair and you just watch the blood come through your fingers and the lump in your throat grows so much you think you're going to choke. Your eyes brim with burning hot tears and it's all too real and familiar.

A scream of your name comes from your side and warm and calloused hands come to your face, grabbing your attention. "What the fuck happened?" Jason asks in a panic, his hands holding your face firmly.

He's been trying to get you to answer him but nothing. It's as if you were in a trance and he's been here before with you. Something triggers you to shut down and that's all that happens. It's as if your own memories suck you into a steal cage.

"What?" You croak, eyes scanning over his face. When did he get here?

"What. Happened?" Jason nods before he looks to Tim who's now struggling to breathe.

His eyes come back to you and all he saw was someone who he swore was Crane looming over someone on the ground. It wasn't until you got to your knees that he realized it was you and then he saw Tim. Jason isn't sure he's ever run so fast in his life to get to you. You would never be on the ground if you weren't hurt. And that is one of Jason's biggest fears so his eyes scan over you quickly, hoping you aren't hurt too badly. You've been hurt before.

"Uh...C-crane." You shake your head away from his head, trying to snap yourself back into reality. You look down to Tim and he looks so scared. He looks absolutely and utterly terrified. "You're gonna be fine." You try to level your voice to offer some form of reassurance.

Jason's heart stops entirely in his chest, realizing that if Crane just shot you both, that's on him. Crane never would have targeted you without Jason and you never would have had to drag Tim into this if it weren't for the formula. None of this would have happened if it weren't for Jason. His stomach starts to turn with guilt and agony and regret. His eyes scan over you quicker, desperate that you aren't hurt. You can't be hurt because you're you and you can't be hurt because of him.

You have the combat thing anyway and you're really good at dodging things. But, you're the self-sacrificing type and Tim is already shot. Jason's head starts to spin at the very thought of you in Tim's position. On the ground and bleeding out, terrified of dying. Jason has to keep his eyes on you anyway because he thinks if he watches the look on Tim's face, he might spiral into a fit of panic attacks. He's been there. And that's when he sees the blood.

"Were you fucking shot?!" Jason rushes, trying to look at the wound without moving your hands.

You look to it and then back to him. "Yeah." You nod your head. "I'm fine though." You shake your head, sucking in a breath. "I'm fine." You state, unsure if you're trying to convince Jason or yourself. "We need to do something for Tim, though."

"Fine?!" Jason yells in frustration as he moves to the other side of Tim so he can sit in front of you. He leans down, trying to look at it in the low light but there's a lot of blood and there's fabric from your hoodie in the way. Getting shot isn't fine. "You were fucking shot! That's not fucking fine!"

You can't take it. Being yelled at and trying to make sure Tim doesn't die. Jason's scared and panicked, mad at Crane and you know it but it's making the panic of your own blood worse. It's too much and too loud and too warm and too cold. It's all too much. And you've been here before and it ended in death and bloodstains. It ended in tarnished memories and pain and agony. It ended in tears and screaming and wailing. Everything still fucking hurts and you can't take Jason also yelling at you because you will be fine. You've been fine before. You've been nearly beaten to death and you were fine. You swear this is different. Tim needs the help.

"I can take care of myself! I got it!" You yell right back as the panic starts to take over. It's not him but you can only deal with one heavy thing at a time right now.

Jason is not going to argue this. You're his favorite person and you're everything to him. A mix of panic and frustration coat his stomach, fog his thoughts and words. You can help Tim, but he has to help you.

"Bullshit, that's why I fucking do it." Jason scoffs, keeping his stare on you and that gets you to snap your attention back to him. Jason shakes his head, grabbing your shoulder to put pressure on it for you and you scream out in agony. "Sorry." Jason grits his teeth as your blood starts to coat his hands. "Crane did this?" Jason asks carefully.

You nod your head. "Yeah."

"I'm gonna fucking kill him." Jason grits his teeth and he gets this look that washes over his eyes, one you've never seen before. It is almost a bit scary.

You're his line and Crane crossed it. Jason does not care anymore. He will kill Crane himself at this point. If Crane wants to mess with him, fine. Maybe Jason deserves it anyway, just as he always has. But, you? No one gets to fuck with you and make it out alive anymore. If anyone wants to touch you, they can go through him and he'd never let another person through. He is going to kill him.

"No!" You scold. "I wanna kill him! I didn't get to kill the fucking Joker so I get to get at least one shot in!"

"Fucking seriously?" Jason questions, surprised you're going to argue that now.

"Yes." You nod your head once. You sniffle as your shoulder starts to grow numb.

This is so bad. You know this is bad and you need someone to help. It's only been about two minutes but it all feels like too much time has passed. Someone has to help and that's when you remember why you're even here. The Titans are right behind you and they're gonna show up and be pissed. You swear Dick won't let you or Jason get a word in. You've been shot and you think Dick will think you're just covering for him. That Dick will think it was an accident and you're pinning it on Crane on purpose. You swear they aren't gonna listen and you can't deal with that right now.

"You have to get out of here." You snap your attention to Jason, panic falling over your features again.

You can't be bleeding out, worrying about Tim bleeding out, and worrying about what the Titans are going to do to Jason. He's the one that's here and Crane is probably hiding somewhere. The Titans never believe a word you or Jason have to say anyway and given Jason's track record over the last week, they won't believe him. It'll turn into an argument and a fight, probably. That's the last thing you and Tim need right about now. The easiest solution is to get Jason to leave before they show up. It's for his own good and safety.

"I'm not--"

"Leave! Go! The Titans are right fucking behind me and I wasn't supposed to be here! They're gonna be pissed as it is and they'll blame you!" You rush your words in a heated panic.

Jason's heart sinks and he can't just leave. Not when you're the one that's hurt. You would never leave him if it were him. "I'm not leaving you like this." Jason holds his stance firm.

"I can't fucking handle them screaming at me and then you and then blaming you. Let me talk to Dick. Please, Jason, you have to get out of here!" You beg him through gritted teeth. You know it is a hard ask. You know.

Jason shakes his head. What kind of person is he if he leaves you like this? You found him and you said you still tried to save him. You're alive right now and Jason can help. If you'd just let him. He can't just leave. Jason promised he'd never leave like that again and if he leaves now, what's the difference? He swore he'd always take care of you because you sure as shit don't like to take care of yourself. And you always deserved someone to be there. He can't just...leave.

"But...I--"

"They'll think it was a setup! They will not let you talk and they'll think I'm covering for you! I'll think of something to tell them. Please, Jason, please go." You're voice finally cracks, your chest caving in under the pressure.

Jason's heart breaks and he knows you're right. But, you're hurt and what if something happens and he's not there? Jason swears he already isn't going to be able to live with himself for this but if you die and it's because he left? Then what?

"I can't leave and--"

"Jay! Please, fucking please." You let out a broken and strained cry, trying with everything in you to hold it back. "I love you, please, Jay. It's still you and me and I got you. I will find a way to convince them it wasn't you and it wasn't a setup and I'm not just covering you. Please, Jay." You pull in a weak breath. "I'll be okay." Your bottom lip quivers as tears reflect off the low light of the parking lot.

And he caves.

Jason grits his own teeth, brows pulling together. "Let Gar help you when he gets here." Jason nods his head at you before he presses his forehead against yours for just a second. "Please."

You nod your head. "Okay." You say softly as some small part of relief starts to echo over your bones.

Jason pauses for a few seconds and he already hates himself but he gets to his feet anyway. He does it for you because he knows you're right. They won't listen to him because they never have before. They won't listen to you either because you made it clear you're with him, through everything. You already look like you're on the verge of a mental breakdown and Jason can't make it any worse. But, he swears the only reason he's letting himself run away from this is because he knows Gar will be there. Gar will know you're hurt and he'll find a way to help you because that's what Gar is best at. Helping the people he cares about most. But he feels guilty anyway because you found him.

You found him and now you're leaning over Tim with blood-stained hands all over again. You found him and Jason can't even stick around to make sure you're gonna be okay. It's you and you're resilient. You were nearly beaten to death and were up and walking a few hours later. But, Jason should be there and he knows he should. He just knows he won't be any help if it stresses you out more with him being there. It won't help you if you're fighting the Titans instead of getting help because that's exactly what would happen. It doesn't help you if you're too busy worrying about what will happen with Jason instead of making sure the bullet didn't knick anything. Jason knows, right now, it is probably better he leave. But, he makes a silent promise to himself that any other time after this, he won't leave. He will never put either one of you in a position where you have to leave when you need each other. It's not fair.

You look back to Tim. “You’re gonna be fine.” You can hear the unconvincing waver in your voice.

“Titans.” Tim manages to get out. “Was right.”

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes. “Told you, more to the story.” You manage to get out as your eyes go back to the blood and there is just so much of it. You're tired of having bloody hands.

And then you hear Gar yell your name, the sound surrounded by several pattering footsteps.

You look up at Gar, relief coming across your eyes. You can't do this on your own but The Titans can help.

“What the hell happened?!” Kory asks once her and the other Titans close in on you and Tim.

"Crane, call someone. He's losing a lot of blood and I can't stop the bleeding." You look up at Dick and Dick can’t believe this is really happening. What the hell are you even doing here? And he’s supposed to trust you.

"Why would Crane do this?" Dick asks as Gar picks up his phone for an ambulance.

"Because he's fucking insane?!" You yell and you look down, Tim starting to lose consciousness. “Hey, no no no,” You start to panic. “Tim! Come on, you gotta stay awake!” Your voice cracks and this can’t happen, not again. You look up to Dick, completely desperate. “Please, help me.” Your voice is so small, and suddenly him and Kory are reminded that you and Gar and Jason and Rachel haven't been doing this long.

Not in comparison to everything Kory has faced and Dick's extensive Tim as Robin. They were all just desperate for a place to call a home and a place to fit in. Desperate to find themselves and do what’s right.

Dick kneels down, replacing your hands with his. You pull your hands away, looking at them as the blood reflects off of the city lights around you. Your stomach starts to feel woozy and your elbows grow weak. Your hands are shaking and they burn. They burn like they might break out into hives and your fingers are freezing. Your heart is in your ears and you're thinking it’s hard to breathe again. Your eyes slam shut and Jason’s brutalized face flashes across your eyes then Tim’s dad and Tim. Everyone is flashing and it’s all your fault. And Deathstroke and Jason and his leg and Gar passing out from a tranquilizer and it’s all too much.

“They’re on their way.” Gar states, looking at you and you look like you might pass out.

“What happened?” Kory asks, keeping her voice calm as she just tries to find out what actually happened.

“I-uh, I--I-I-” You glance to Tim who’s not awake anymore and Gar rushes over to you, kneeling beside you with a hand on your shoulder. That's when he gets a look at the blood and the gunshot wound. “I-I-I….” You have your hands out in front of you, blood dripping from your hands.

"Were you shot?!" Gar questions, putting his hands on the wound as you wince.

"Oh...yeah." You nod your head at him, a distant look in her eyes. “It-It wasn’t…it wasn’t Jason.” You shake your head, looking to Dick. “I swear, Dick.” Your words are labored and you're sick of this.

He is so pissed. He's worried, of course, he is. He just found out you were also shot. But, he's also pissed. You were told to watch Tim and not be here. This is one of the things he was worried about. And now he has both of you down. If you would have just listened like you were supposed to, you could have given Jason and Dick the heads-up. You could have stopped Tim but you didn't. Dick thought you learned from last time.

“Why are you even here?” Dicks voice is frustrated as he looks over to you.

You shake your head and he gets a look at your eyes going bloodshot. “I don’t know! Scared for him, I don’t know!” You're voice cracks.”I just…” Your voice quivers. “I just wanted to make sure you kept your word.” You sniffle as your voice grows weak and small.

You look back to Tim and your hands. It’s all coming back to you again in an intense heatwave. Everyone is looking between you and Tim. Tim isn't fucking moving and it's all your fault. You can’t do this. You're back on Amusement Mile and you feel like you're going to be sick. It’s too much. Too heavy. Too loud. Tool cold. Too hot. You're under a microscope that's slowly closing in on you and you cannot sit here and watch him die. You can't. Not again.

“I can’t do this." You shake your head in a panic, getting to your feet.

Gar calls your name, following your lead.

"I-I-I can't. I'm sorry." You brush him off before you take off, leaving Gar and the rest of the Titans.

You run and run until you reach your bike, Gar calling after you the whole time. You can’t do it. It’s all too much. It’s suffocating you from the inside out. Jason on the ground, a puddle of his own blood and brain matter on the ground. It all comes back to you with Tim’s blood soaking your hands. You can’t keep losing people you care about and you can’t keep doing this. So, you run. You do what you have always been best at. Run.

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pastel-peach-writes · 11 months ago

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bro I love your storys so much😭especially the catvi ones lol just wanted to ask if it was possible since it's winter time, to write a Christmas special with Caitlyn and vi× reader where it's snowing and they're decorating for Christmas and opening presents n'all that holiday related stuff,i would really really appreciate it, idk if it's such a good idea tho lol,but the end of the day it's your choice if you wanna write it or not , and again I love your works,keep doing what your doing,it's literally god work😭🙏

HIII ANON! I love this idea! For those who don't celebrate Christmas, I will be making a more vague/winter headcanons post to make sure everyone is included in some way possible. Happy holidays and New Year to everyone!

Merry Christmas (Ya Filthy Animal) | CaitVi Headcanons

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of CaitVi spending Christmas with you!

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Not Proofread, Sapphic Fluff, No Use of Y/n, Mention of Modern AU

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– One thing about babygirl Vi is that she absolutely loves Christmas.

– When she was younger and with her parents, they did occasional Christmas activities, but nothing serious. Then with Vander and Powder, Vi tried to keep the Christmas spark alive for her sister, but eventually, the two of them lost the Christmas spark as they grew older.

– Despite wanting to rekindle her love for Christmas, Vi never had the time or resources to (ya know, being in prison and all).

– So, with you and Caitlyn, she gets to act like a kid again.

– She forces you guys awake super early on a weekend to get a real Christmas tree, cider or hot cocoa, and to shop for some decorations.

– Caitlyn's a casual enjoyer of Christmas.

– Her family celebrated, but celebrating to the Kirammans meant fancy and stuck-up dinners, stiff Christmas dresses, and getting clothes you didn't like as a child.

– Caitlyn much preferred the romanticization of Christmas like baking cookies, taking your partner(s) out into the snow to dance in the streets, reading by the fire, and listening to Christmas songs while decorating the house.

– Also, the Kirammans believed in fake trees to avoid mess and hired someone to decorate the house once they felt Cait was old enough to remember decorating for Christmas. (so like, age 8 is when they began to hire people).

– You can imagine Caitlyn's worry when Vi first brought up chopping down a tree and dragging it into the house.

–– In Vi's words, the trees you see before the tree farm are better in height, thickness, and smell.

A grunt came from the buff pinkette. She lodged her axe into the tree's thick bark, barely making a scratch. "I'm sure, Cupcake. Come on, I've seen movies about this."

"Oh, yeah? And how did that work out for them?" you chimed.

Vi let out a sarcastic laugh. "It went just fine." – –

– After the initial shock was gone and pine droppings were scattered throughout the house, Caitlyn found herself buzzing with excitement. Vi was right. The smell of pine-scented ornaments and sprays was nothing compared to the real thing.

– Just don't tell Vi that.

– When it comes to decorating the house and the tree, you guys have a routine and assigned roles.

– Vi gets the tree, brings it in, and sets it up. You two help her of course. When everything is set up, Caitlyn goes to bake the cookies you guys made last night, Vi cleans up the tree mess (and hides the damage she made on the floors), and you start decorating the mantle.

– When your jobs are completed, you gather to decorate the tree together.

– Each year someone is assigned to put the star on top of the three. This year, it's your turn!

– Vi is a person who puts the star on before the tree is decorated while Caitlyn likes to do it last. As for you, you do whatever makes you happy.

– If you do it before, Vi cheers while Caitlyn recoils in playful disgust.

– If you do it after, Vi will try to coax you into putting the star on top but fails each time. When you finally put the star on the tree, Caitlyn sighs out of relief and takes a step back to admire the tree.

– More like a modern AU of things, VI LOVES HOME ALONE. One is her favorite, and the others are irrelevant to her.

– She wants to name a future child, or pet, Kevin, but you and Cait won't allow her.

– Naming someone, or something, that name puts them up for failure. You already have a rambunctious scamp named Vi, you don't need another named Kevin.

– As for presents, you guys like to do stockings, gift exchanges, and your own gift trade.

– In your household, one person is responsible for the other's stocking. Exp: you would have Cait's, Vi has you, and Cait has Vi,

– Though you guys try to keep it a secret, who had who is obvious. Caitlyn likes to gift thoughtful and useful gifts for the stocking stuffers, Vi just does whatever makes her laugh and what reminds her of y'all.

– One year, Caitlyn got a porcelain broken witch's shoe. The reason? The witch shoe reminds Vi of Caitlyn's heels and the broken part reminds Vi of the one time Cait stubbed her toe so hard that she misshaped the toe of her shoe.

– Vi laughed so hard she was redder than Santa's suit. Meanwhile, Caitlyn looked like she swapped faces with the Grinch.

– As for gift exchanges, Caitlyn's "uppy tighty rich" friends host a Christmas party each year.

– You three dominate the competition by bringing the best and worst gifts ever.

– The worst gifts are funnier ones, courtesy of Vi, and the better gifts you three brainstormed on and spent hours shopping for. (Sorry, Vi)

– Each year, the gifts are a hoot and Vi is thankful at least one of Caitlyn's friends knows how to season food.

– As for your own gifts, you each set a price range for individually bought gifts. This way, you can buy a partner a lot of cheaper gifts or one really big one.

– You three also set out separate times to go shopping in pairs to buy gifts.

– So, you and Vi would go shopping to get a shared gift for Caitlyn, the same with you and Cait for Vi, and then Vi and Caitlyn for you.

– The budget for those gifts is kinda all over the place, but you each have an idea of the price range because you know what the other gifts are.

– On the big day, you three start by changing into your matching PJs, if you haven't fallen asleep in them already, washing your faces together, and herding into the kitchen.

– In the kitchen, Vi is in charge of making breakfast pancakes. She's not in charge because she's good or anything, no. Instead, she's in charge because she tries to make the pancakes holiday-shaped but fails miserably.

– You and Caitlyn take joy in guessing what shape the pancake is supposed to be.

– You focus on the other aspects of breakfast like the meat, eggs, grits or rice, etc. Whatever you see fit, you make.

– This leaves Caitlyn to make the hot drinks which is more like an unspoken rule.

– When the three of you first moved in together, you and Vi would make Caitlyn's coffee for her because she had long nights and early mornings. This would be one thing to take off her morning list, right?

– WRONG.

– With each new attempt, the coffee always came out wrong to Caitlyn.

– At first, the mistakes made sense.

– "Vi, I'm chewing grounds in my coffee." "Darling, this is Earl Grey, not coffee."

– But once you and Vi got the hang of things, her reasons got nitpicky.

– "This roast isn't dark enough." "Too dark." "Is this decaf?" "Is this even the right brand of coffee?"

– Eventually, you and Vi studied her when she made her coffee and jolted the recipe down. But, even following her routine to the exact "T" wasn't good enough.

– – "You know what?" Vi huffed, tossing down the spoon she used to scoop the coffee beans. "I don't want to do this anymore. Day in and day out, we always get her 'order' wrong. I don't think it's worth the extra hour of getting up."

With a heavy sigh, you stare into the empty mug you held. Deep down, you knew Vi was right but you both agreed to take on the challenge and to one day give Caitlyn her perfect cup of joe. It couldn't be the end already...

It's only been a year and 36 days!

"Yeah," you said putting the mug back in the cupboard. "Maybe we're not good coffee makers, Vi." Vi slung her arm around your shoulders, grinning proudly.

"I'm fine with that, Muffin. Are you?"

Feeling some sort of accomplishment stir inside you, you nod and match her grin. "Yeah, actually. Like you said, we get an extra hour of sleep back."

45 minutes later, Caitlyn woke up to no coffee on her nightstand. Relief washed over her and she smiled after coming to. Finally, the war was over.

Caitlyn could make her coffee and have her mornings to herself before going to work.

Here's a little secret about Caitlyn: she didn't want you guys making her coffee in the first place. Her coffee was the one thing she had to control over on weekdays. She didn't want anyone else taking that from her. – –

– Since then, Caitlyn has been in charge of making her own coffee and other hot drinks on Christmas day.

– After eating breakfast and trying to guess the shapes of pancakes, you three gather in the living room and open up stockings.

– Of course, Caitlyn already has the fireplace on and Christmas music playing softly in the background.

– As for opening the actual gifts, Cait's the type to open them up carefully and precisely. Vi is as violent as Jinx when it comes to opening up her wrapped gifts.

– Vi likes to say, "No way!" or laugh really loudly when she gets a gift she wasn't expecting.

– Caitlyn's smile takes over her face, her eyes beaming. Her cheeks get pink as she realizes you and Vi pay more attention to her than she thought and then she says a sheepish "thank you".

– It happens every year and you wouldn't change it for the world.

– When you open your gifts, the girls cling onto each other and giggle when you open a gift they said you weren't getting.

– "HA! Bet you thought you weren't getting that, huh, Muffin?" "That is the right one, yes? We knew you wanted it for a while."

– If they ever remember to get a camera, they forget every year, they take pictures of your sweet face and cute cheeks when you open up your gifts.

– People's hearts and bodies typically warm up after having something hot, but Vi and Cait's warm at the sight of your smile and pure joy.

– Your essence and feeling is the only thing that can't be captured with a photograph, but Caitlyn and Vi are grateful to experience it first hand.

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icy-saturday · 2 days ago

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@biblicallyaccuratefour @spiritmander13 @infinite-ticking-clock37 @koreakierathedork1222 @pwinkiepawzz @superinfinity90

@samuniverse108 @rollie-rolerson @applezmypiee

I took down one of my icy drawings to avoid getting in trouble -_-“

On a side note, I’ll be going offline to save myself the mental wellness. Stress and anxiety has taken a bad toll on me and I want to improve my mental state by not interacting with any of my socials for the next weeks-month or so. Inboxes will be closed until further notice and I will no longer be taking any requests until then, I also won’t be posting or anything like that. So until December at the lastest, I’ll be distracting myself with more positive things like decorating, holiday movies, and most importantly, my object companions who I love very dearly. I will take this time to spend the holidays and bond with my squad with no worries in hopes that everything will be okay, as a struggling objectum girl heading toward 2025.

Thank you for reading

I hope everyone has a merry Christmas and a happy new year

(Sorry if this is too early)

#IcySaturday #announcement #pinned post #inbox closed

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mothwingwritings · 2 years ago

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Christmas Traditions with Baki, Retsu, Katsumi, Hanayama, Biscuit, Jack, Doppo, Yujiro, and Motobe <3

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! I hope you are all having a fun, nice, peaceful holiday! I wanted to write a little something for the day (I actually started a full on Christmas fic but very quickly realized I would run out of time oops) so here’s a little blurb I whipped out during down time at work. It’s nothing huge, and it’s basically unedited, but I wanted to give you all a little present of sorts if I could. I know I take forever to update and post things, so thank you all for your patience and being wonderful superb humans. I love you all~

So HAPPY HOLIDAYS! If you don’t celebrate-I hope you have a bitching weekend regardless. B)

(Also this is my first attempt at writing something slightly romantic for Yujiro where he isn’t horrible, so there’s that loooool)

Warnings: None really, it’s very fluffy. Maybe the tiniest hints of sexy stuff?

Your tradition with Baki is opening presents early. He never really had much of a holiday growing up, so the prospect of having a traditional Christmas with the person he loves gets him amped. Though you told him countless times you don’t really need material possessions from him, he approaches the task of gift giving with a sense of childlike enthusiasm. He’s thrilled to act as ‘Santa’ for you, feverishly going over in his head all the things you have ever mentioned wanting or liking in the course of your relationship. You in turn also have fun shopping for him, happy that you get to create pleasant memories for him during the holiday season to replace all the lackluster ones. The day’s leading up to Christmas mount his anticipation-he is as pumped to see and spend time with you as he is to exchange gifts. You’ll be lucky if you can get him to hold out tearing into presents by Christmas Eve, let alone the day of.

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Your tradition with Retsu is preparing a big meal. Christmas isn’t something that Retsu ever really celebrated previously, but he knows it’s an important and fun time for you so he wants to make it special for the both of you. He’s delighted to spend the day with you, and takes great pleasure in cooking a holiday meal the two of you can enjoy. So though he may not go all out on decorations or other holiday activities, you are sure to have a delicious feast in preparation for you at home-a mix of your favorite holiday foods and some of his own favorite recipes. He pours his heart and soul into it, and is sure to shower you in love and affection throughout the day. Seeing your face light up in joy as you take in the food spread before you is the only assurance he needs that he’ll have the honor of being your personal holiday chef many years to come.

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Your tradition with Katsumi is sightseeing. Christmas Eve each year is spent out on the town as you take in all the sights and activities the holiday season has to offer. You look at lights, listen to carolers, go ice skating, grab some hot cocoa/coffee. The whole day you stay linked arm in arm, smiling so hard your cheeks start to hurt. And when it’s time to wind down in the evening you both return home together to spend the remainder of the night wrapped up in each other’s arms, falling asleep to the favorite holiday movie or show of your choosing. He always seems to last longer than you do and considers those moments when you are nestled safely in his arms, right before he drifts off after you, some of the happiest moments of his entire life.

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Your tradition with Hanayama is traveling. It doesn’t matter if you want to go someplace warm and tropical, or cold and frozen. It can be the same place each year or someplace new. As long as he’s able to whisk you away from the hustle and bustle of your daily lives and spend the season in your presence, he really doesn’t give a damn where the two of you end up. He wants to be around you and only you, the best present he can provide and receive being your happiness and love. Just understand that as soon as your reach your destination, that’s when the real holiday magic begins ~

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Your tradition with Biscuit is story reading. Biscuit’s life is chaotic, and the holiday season does little to lessen this burden. Sometimes it can feel like you barely have time or access to each other at all. That’s why on Christmas he makes sure to dedicate the entire day just for you. Nothing fills him with warmth and peace like Christmas night does, snuggled up together in front of the fire place, taking turns reading each other Christmas stories from an old, well-loved book you’ve had since childhood. When you first suggested it you were afraid he would find it silly or childish, but he was delighted by the idea. He loves listening to you speak, finds peace in the stories your voice weaves for him. He can think of no better way to spend the holiday.

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Your tradition with Jack is a movie marathon. Like his brother, he doesn’t have too many fond memories of Christmas time to reflect on, so when you enter the picture you made it your mission to change this. Appalled that he hadn’t even seen the classics, you suggest a movie night, complete with homemade cocoa and all the Christmas cookies you can eat. You were concerned he may not like the idea at first, Jack wasn’t one to sit around for long periods of time and you were worried the movies may just bore him. But as he held you firmly in his laps, basking in homemade treats and your silly commentary, you knew this was the right move. Even as he poked fun at some of the films, calling them ‘kiddie movies’ you were ‘forcing him to watch’, you knew the small smile on his lips and the way he held you close relayed what he was truly feeling. This was cemented when he finished the marathon with the question “Same time and place next year?”

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Your tradition with Doppo is decorating. He humored you when you told him you wanted to do up your home for the holidays, and he let you go all out when it came to picking out and purchasing decorations. Unfortunately for him, all those decorations meant you needed help putting them up-and he was your prime target for assistance. Though originally he agreed begrudgingly, he ended up having a lot of fun decorating with you. It warmed his heart to see the smile that graced your lips as you dressed the tree, and he took great joy in the playful banter you shared over what decoration looked best in this corner of the room, or if the star atop the tree was crooked or not. It was also nice showing off for you whenever heavier decorations needed to be assembled, he lived for the little blush the fell over your face as you laughed, telling him his flexing and posturing was ‘too much’. Next year he’d have to remember to purchase some mistletoe to add to the arrangement, he already knew the perfect place to hang it ~

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Your tradition with Yujiro is skiing. You had never done it previously and were concerned how good you would be at it. It also didn’t help your anxiety that the one who invited you was Yujiro, and he had gone out of the way to clear out the entire slopes for just the two of you. But even with all your nerves the trip ended up being surprisingly peaceful and enjoyable. Yes, Yujiro picked at you and was obviously disappointed with your lack of immediate skiing skill, but he was also shockingly patient and helpful, giving you tips and guidance that made navigating the slopes much easier. Hours flew by without you realizing, and by the end of the day you were exhausted, but had successfully navigated a hill all on your own (albeit it was a beginner one, which Yujiro made sure to make fun of you for, but a slope is a slope in your humble opinion). Thinking this was a onetime deal you thanked Yujiro for the experience, letting him know it was the most fun Christmas you had had in a while. You were taken aback when he busted out laughing at you, explaining you weren’t anywhere near done-he’d repeat this every year necessary with you until you could get on his level.

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Your tradition with Motobe is to build a fire. It’s a simple thing, and not necessarily a strictly Christmas event, but you both find happiness huddled up together on Christmas night by the fire. You relish in each other’s company, sipping a warm beverage, sharing a blanket, and talking about anything and everything under the sun. The only time any banter occurs is when you argue over who needs to leave the comforting warmth to go get more firewood. This goes on late into the night until the two of you are too tired to keep your eyes open. The final words to leave both of your lips are affirmations of love and the promise to make the New Year great.

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silverbladexyz · 2 years ago

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Helloo! It is i, the same anon who requested the night and morning routines with the hunting dogs, and first of all i just wanted to say that i really love your writing and how detailed it is!! Everytime i read one of your fics i am literally so amazed at how you write the characters, no matter who it is. So when i saw that you’re requests were open i got so happy, and this time i would like to ask for the hunting dogs (YES THEM AGAIN, I JUST LOVE THEM SO MUCH) and how they would spend the holidays with their s/o, how they would prepare for christmas, etc. (and of course just platonic with Teruko, like a best friend reader. And also no Fukuchi lol) And once again, feel free to remove whoever you want to because i completely understand if this is too much. Anyways, i hope you have a great day/night!!

-🕯

Omg helloooo anon!!! Welcome back!! Thank you, I'm honoured to know that you like my writing >.< and I love the Hunting Dogs too, so of course I'll write for them :)

The images do not belong to me. They belong to their original owners.

TW: Slight mentions of death

Hunting Dogs spending holidays with their S/O (best friend for Teruko)

Tecchou:

-I feel like the Hunting Dogs don’t get a lot of holidays, however, for the sake of this post let’s say that they do ^-^

-Tecchou wouldn’t really mind spending the holidays in any way really, as long as he gets to spend time with you. You could literally drag him out to do a day-long hike or go shopping at the mall until it was 11PM and he would not complain. In fact, he likes it and always looks forward to going out to a new place everyday

-However, he also wouldn’t mind just spending time at home with you. Do some fun couples activities together! Like baking, playing video games, couples yoga, reading books, working out, anything really! Although please keep an eye on Tecchou when he bakes, because not only might he add some sus stuff into the mixture, he might set the house on fire

-Would probably wake up early just to exercise. I’m so sorry if you’re not a morning person, because Tecchou would drag you to exercise with him everyday at 7AM in the morning, even when it was the holidays. But sometimes, he also likes a good sleep in that includes a long cuddling session

-Holidays with him are either chill or quite adventure-filled. There is never a dull moment that goes by

-Now I feel like Tecchou doesn’t really celebrate Christmas; at the most he’ll bid everyone a ‘Merry Christmas’ and accept gifts from people. But he is more than happy to decorate a Christmas tree with you and just spend a great Christmas with you in general

-Oh but please tell Tecchou that the pine trees that are put up for Christmas are normally fake and could be bought in stores... because Tecchou is going to actually drag a pine tree all the way home to use as decoration. Yes, you heard me. A literal. Pine. Tree

-Even though it’s sweet that the thought’s there, I’m pretty sure that you wouldn’t want to be sharing your home with tons of bugs and whatever else lives in pine trees, am I right? Not to mention it probably is illegal to do that

-But other than that, Tecchou is absolutely down to celebrating Christmas the way you celebrate it. He’d help decorate the house, put Christmas lights everywhere, even put on some Christmas songs. Even when his taste in food is questionable, his taste in decoration is impeccable. Because all he wants for Christmas is to have a good time with you :)))

-Buy presents for him!!! He would be a bit clueless on why people give presents on Christmas, but he’ll catch on quickly, and even buy presents for you!! But beware, he’ll buy you a lot of presents, and they are the most random presents you have ever seen. Please educate him on this whole Christmas-gifts thing, because he’s trying :(

-Teach him everything about Christmas, because he would love to learn about it. Tecchou might even dress up as Santa Claus and volunteer at the local mall to talk to the kids, and he answers questions so seriously that the kids are lowkey scared of him lol. Please teach him before Jouno murders him

-Christmas nights are normally spent cuddling in front of the fireplace. It’s dark, the candles give a cosy atmosphere, and cuddling with Tecchou is the absolute best thing to do 💗

Jouno:

-Jouno isn’t really fussed on how he spends the holidays; so long as he isn’t exhausted by the end of the day or has to go to really loud places, then he’s perfectly fine with anything

-He strikes me more of the type to stay at home with you and spend quality time with you. You’ll find that cuddling sessions have increased by at least two times, and the amount of kisses too

-Slow dancing with him in the kitchen at nighttime!!! Even though Jouno’s blind, his other sharp senses and great reflexes make him a really good slow dancer. If you don’t know anything about slow dancing, he will teach you, but beware he might tease you a bit for how cute you looked as you were struggling to learn it. Step on his feet please

-Now that it’s the holidays, Jouno definitely is going to sleep in with you. If you wake him up early to work out with him, he’s going to be a bit annoyed, but he won’t object to working out with you. It might help him be stronger than Tecchou, afterall

-If you wanted to go out somewhere to spend time with him, Jouno doesn’t mind, as long as his senses don’t get overwhelmed. But he would prefer taking nice, long walks in the evening where the sunset is beautiful and there is just the two of you on the stroll

-In the rare moments, he might even link his fingers with yours. Hold his hand back and stroke it! It might catch him by surprise at first, but if you’re observant, you might just notice his thumb lightly stroking the back of your hand. It’s very soft though... so pay extra attention

-Honestly just wants to spend his holidays by being with you as much as he can. I feel like his love language is mostly quality time, so Jouno is going to spend as much time as possible with you

-Now for celebrating Christmas... Jouno isn’t really the type to celebrate Christmas. However, convince him and he will eventually join in with your Christmas celebration. He wouldn’t want the house to be decorated too much though, because he just doesn’t want to spend a lot of time packing them up :/

-But he will go gift shopping with you! I headcanon that Jouno has great tastes when it comes to presents, it’s just that sometimes he’s a troll and gets you something to tease you. However he will be serious and buy you some extra nice gifts for Christmas

-I feel like Jouno would be a bit more romantic on Christmas. Playful kisses, fleeting touches, and just being more romantic in general. If you tease him for being all lovey-dovey and soft, he’s going to tease you extra hard 10x back

-Would definitely whisper to you a merry Christmas on Christmas Eve, probably accompanied by a kiss

Tachihara:

-Tachihara definitely wants to get out of the house and spend the holidays with you

-I feel like he’s more of the hiking and beach type, but if you wanted to go shopping with him he’d gladly accompany you. Just please don’t buy too much stuff because he’s going to trip and fall while carrying them

-Sleeping in and cuddles is a must. Now that Tachihara has more time to spend with you, he’s not losing a second of it, so expect lots and lotsss of affection. He won’t do it every single second, but when he does, you’ll be covered in hugs and kisses

-Also loves taking walks with you. He would take you to actual 5km walks where the scenery is beautiful, and you wouldn’t feel so tired because Tachihara would keep you company. But if you were absolutely exhausted, Tachihara will definitely give you a piggyback ride, maybe even carry you bridal style when nobody’s around xD

-Video games and movie nights!!! I headcanon that Tachihara loves playing Mario-Kart and Fortnite, as well as anything you play. Most of the time you two end up trolling little kids on Roblox, and it’s mighty fun. Even then, it’s very amusing watching Tachihara play, because he always manages to make the gameplay interesting

-Now for Christmas... Tachihara secretly wants to celebrate Christmas with you so bad, because when he was younger his family unfortunately did not celebrate it with him. So go all out and celebrate Christmas in the most fun way possible! Buy heaps of gifts, decorate the entire house with Christmas lights, hang up Christmas stockings, just do everything with him! He’ll love it, and he’ll also fall in love with you more

-Definitely lights up a fire in the fireplace and watches good Christmas movies with you, alongside a nice hot cup of cocoa or hot chocolate. Also cuddles with you wrapped in blankets on the couch, and it’s just really nice and cosy

-Also sings a lot of Christmas karaoke with you. I feel like he would be great at singing if he removed the roughness in his voice. I headcanon he likes singing ‘All I Want For Christmas Is You’, because it’s such a nostalgic song

-Christmas is his favourite celebration now, because he can spend it with you 💗

Teruko:

-Having Teruko as a best friend means that she’s dragging you to a lot of places to hang out in the holidays

-Most of the time she would go shopping or swimming at the beach. Teruko would definitely swim out to the farthest distance she could, and she will throw a tantrum if people tell her that she couldn’t. If you tell her that the sea could easily sweep her away or if there’s dangerous marine life out there, it just makes her more adamant to swim out. She’ll even wrestle a shark if that meant she could swim as far as she wanted lmao Teruko please don’t

-Teruko is going to buy whatever is on discount. And when I say whatever, I mean whatever. Mostly she’ll buy stuff that she thinks Fukuchi likes, but she’ll also be happy to buy stuff that you like too! Teruko will mostly judge stuff and be picky, but the stuff that she thinks are good are actually the best quality. So always trust Teruko’s gut on which items are good or not

-Working out in the gym together! Don’t underestimate Teruko’s small stature, because she can just use her ability and suddenly turn into a very strong woman. She might even have competitions with you to see who can lift the heaviest weights and who could run the fastest on the treadmill she always wins lmao

-But sometimes even extraverts need to recharge. On those times Teruko is just perfectly happy to chill with you, talking about whatever comes to mind. Or you two would watch a tv show or a movie, sometimes judging the film if it was bad

-Also don’t be surprised if Teruko rocks up to your house and announces that she’s booked a trip to a nearby island for a day. She loves planning surprises, and frankly speaking those islands that she drags you to are pretty nice, with lots of activities to do on them. And she will cover the cost, but it would be nice if you treated her to some food and stuff (dw being a Hunting Dog means you’re rich)

-Amusement parks!!! Teruko loves going on rides, especially the ones that are super tall and big and with a lot of twists and turns. But prepare yourself for a lot of her tantrums, because she’s always too short for the ride lol. Teruko ends up using her ability in the end, but she is very vocal at expressing her annoyance

-And just because it’s the holidays, doesn’t mean that she’ll stop asking for piggyback rides. In fact, her requests for piggyback rides will double. Teruko won’t force you to give her a piggyback ride if you were really tired, but be prepared to give her a lot of piggyback rides the next day

-Now onto Christmas! Teruko would love celebrating Christmas with you, and she normally would go to a restaurant with you to have a Christmas dinner. She might even invite Fukuchi and the rest of the Hunting Dogs, and by the end of it Fukuchi is so drunk, Tecchou mixes a lot of suspicious food combinations, Jouno is ready to murder everyone, Tachihara is close to crying, and Teruko is also drinking with Fukuchi. Good luck dealing with them, but don’t worry because Jouno and Tachihara are surprisingly good at dealing with these stuff

-Teruko definitely invites you over to her house on Christmas. She sets up a pine tree, decorates it nicely, hangs flashy Christmas lights and stockings everywhere, basically just going all out with decorations. If you pay close attention, you might even catch her singing some Christmas songs when she thinks she is alone. Don’t tell her you saw though, because Teruko will threaten to punch you

-You two would also spend Christmas singing Christmas songs and watching Christmas movies. Teruko is definitely in a much more energetic mood, and she will be wishing everybody a ‘Merry Christmas’ before you two go to sleep (Jouno was so confused lmao)

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