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BIRD HUNT — one

nonidol!choi line x f!reader

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

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

▷ chapter warnings. swearing, mentions of insomnia, bank robbery, mentions of assault/violence, mentions of weaponry, depictions of death and blood, dead body

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FILE_01 : a thing for strays

gotham city.

[beomgyu & yn are 15, soobin is 16, yeonjun is 17.]

The incessant, distinct cry of meowing drew 15-year-old Choi Beomgyu from his warm covers and his state of sleep. (Technically speaking, it was only partial unconsciousness, but this wasn't about his insomnia.) He had long accepted the fact that good night's rests were rare in this world and with his condition, so there was less irritation and more plain curiosity in his mind. In other words, he cared very much about how a cat could meow so loud over the city’s infinite soundtrack more than sleeping.

He dragged his palms over his eyes, scrubbing away the stinging in his irises due to sleep deprivation. The dull buzz at the back of his head kept him awake constantly anyway. As he made his way toward the window, his eyelids fluttered like the shutter of a camera lens, actively adjusting to the warm glow of a light radiating from the apartment across the alleyway from him and streaming into the darkness of his.

Beomgyu peered out of the window, hand idly scratching his chest while the other leaned on the sill. It wasn't completely uncommon to see at least one person wandering the streets late at night in Gotham City. No sane person would be out, but whoever said Gotham residents were sane in the first place?

In the alleyway below, he could make out a shadowy form crouched by a dingy cardboard box at the foot of a dumpster. You knelt there before the box; Beomgyu quietly lifted his window open to hear what you were saying. You didn't look much older than he was, and you were bundled in a straight trench coat that left much to the imagination. A pair of slippers peeked out from beneath you, however, where you braced yourself against the grainy gravel ground.

"I'm not gonna — yah! I'm trying to help you, you st—" You huffed, hands raised in the air. "Sorry, that's mean of me to say."

A small laugh fell from his lips.

Your head perked up at the sound, and he mentally praised your alertness. That was a critical skill to wield here. Your head whipped around, eyes searching the alleyway, before meeting his eyes. You narrowed your own. "Have you just been there watching me this whole time?"

"Depends; how long have you been out here?" He drawled back, his upper body leaning out of the window and his elbows bracing against the window sill.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to the cat in the box. "Creep."

"Weirdo."

That got you whirling around for him again, and this time, he stared at the way the amber streetlight posted just at the mouth of the alleyway illuminated your features and the feisty gleam in your eyes. There was a feline likeness to your eyes and tendencies—your posture and crouch stance, narrow-eyed cynicism, alertness and awareness. "The fuck d'you just call me?"

He shrugged with a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. "You called me a creep first."

You scoffed at his teasing. This was much more fun than tossing and turning for sleep that would never come.

"Are you not afraid of catching something from the animals out here?" Beomgyu queried, now leaning his chin in the palm of his hand. He was Juliet leaning out of her window to lament her dramatic soliloquy, unaware of Romeo's presence below. His father would scoff at such a romanticized view of life, but it was all said with an undertone of cynicism anyway. "I mean, have you seen what crawls out of the gutters? Ngh," he shivered.

There was something he couldn't place in your features as you suddenly scooped the mewling cat into your arms and stood facing him. Beomgyu watched in awe as the cat began to purr and nuzzle into the warmth that your body provided. Your hand gently smoothed over its fur, even if the feline was matted with dirt and grime.

"I have a thing for strays," you said simply. On the surface, it was a quote of defiance, but beneath it all, he sensed there was something else to it.

Beomgyu's heart stuttered when you had said that and looked him right in the eyes.

As if on cue, a pair of black and white cats padded their way out of the shadows toward you. From where, he had no clue. But they circled your legs, rubbing against your sweatpants adoringly. He guessed these were yours, but he shouldn't assume simply based on their cleaner and maintained coats. (Sarcasm—that was sarcasm. He was definitely going to guess based on that.)

The apartment across the alleyway opened up at ground level and more of its warm light streamed out into the alley. A woman stood at the doorway with one hand on her cocked hip. "Yn, you know we can't…"

"Oh, but mama," you pleaded. You lifted the purring mass of fur in your arms as if it would plead your case for you. It was kind of cute, really. "Look at her."

The woman's eyes twinkled. "Ah, all right. Let me see if we have more—" Her words died upon her tongue when she caught Beomgyu's frame at his window.

He marked the spark of recognition in her eyes. He wasn't completely surprised.

"You're—You're one of the Choi kids, aren't you?" She asked. Perhaps it was less of a question than a statement, because Beomgyu had no doubt she didn't need confirmation. He and his brothers' and his father's faces had been plastered all over the society columns since birth. "Beomgyu, isn't it?"

"Yes ma'am," he said. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

Her head tilted to the side, and he saw the curiosity in your features, as well. It seemed you hadn't recognized him though. "You're quite polite for…" She shook her head, dismissing her previous thought. "What're you doing on this side of the city?"

Ah, and that was yet another mystery, wasn't it? Besides the mystery of his entire family, it was the fact that the Choi kids, despite hardly being adult aged, did not live at Choi Manor all of the time. Eventually, Beomgyu figured they'd all amass there once more and dwell there more frequently, but for now, he liked his dingy, crumby, little apartment in this specific Gotham gutter. Folks usually didn't expect the child of a multimillionaire to pick this dump to have his own apartment in.

But that was the strategy, wasn't it? Not only to prove people's judgements wrong, but to also let himself live and breathe and learn from his own mistakes.

Oh, and learn to deal with his insomnia on his own. So far, the only solutions he'd found were copious doses of melatonin or just caffeine. But even those things were hit or miss.

"Got kicked out," he joked.

And then he regretted it immediately afterward when he realized how real that felt. It was sticky and metallic in his mouth, like blood, and it felt too real.

You and your mother were surprisingly sympathetic and neither of you made any brash comments concerning his status, his money, his family and being "kicked out." He expected something like "spoiled brat got an apartment to himself when he got kicked out of daddy's mansion," but nothing of the sort came forth.

I have a thing for strays, your words echoed in his mind.

The doorway to your apartment seemed to open just a little wider. "How about you come over for a little hot chocolate?"

Despite it being the beginning of summer, hot chocolate sounded nice. (Hot chocolate and company sounded nice.)

Beomgyu's eyes subtly flickered over to you, expecting some kind of catty objection, but even you stayed quiet, your eyes peering up at him. Waiting. I have a thing for strays.

"Okay," he swallowed. "I couldn't sleep anyway."

[3 years later.]

"You're a little young, don't you think?"

Nineteen-year old-Choi Soobin's head perked up at the question posed toward the current interviewee. Your name was Ln Yn, according to the manilla file folder of your records, application, and supplementary materials—all of which were quite good for someone of your age. When you presented yourself before the panel of interviewers for the opening of a job here at Choi Enterprises, you had done so with perfect posture and a professional vocabulary. You acted a lot older than your age, which was why Soobin thought that question was so goddamn absurd.

You didn't even fidget, all to your credit. You didn't shrink once under the stares of the interview panel, plus Soobin. He was just there to observe and learn, but he was given permission beforehand to step in if he felt any desire to. "Pardon?"

The man who had posed the question was one of Soobin's least favorite people here. Along with a balding head, he had a balding personality. Balding of what? Balding of humanity. He elaborated, "You've only just graduated from high school, you have yet to even begin a college degree. Do you not believe that you could learn and experience a little more?"

You cleared your throat. "With all due respect, sir, the hiring page said that this was an entry level job."

Yeah, Soobin thought to himself, that's what they always say. You must have been surprised by the extensive hiring process for said "entry level job." He really needed to have a talk with the people in Hiring and Recruitment; he picked up the pen tucked behind his ear to note it down in his little notebook to remind himself later.

"And yet, we also prefaced the description with a college degree requirement," added another member. Soobin begrudgingly admitted that that was true.

"I don't believe a college degree is particularly necessary for secretarial work, especially when most of the duties will be taught to me on site."

That is also true, he thought. Professional, calm… blank. You'd fit in great here.

"It would be difficult for partners and businesses to take a girl like you seriously—"

Soobin leaned forward and sent a look down toward the idiot who decided to open his mouth again. He sounded like he had a stick up his ass; Soobin wouldn't be surprised if he did. His posture said otherwise, but his attitude? Jesus fucking Christ. He cut in, "Excuse me."

As his father had told him time and time again: Sometimes you have to do things yourself.

The room shifted its attention to him. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, his hand raised slightly with his pen, gesturing vaguely. "Your age is not really the main concern, Miss Ln. Not for me, at least." Your eyes had narrowed slightly on him, and he straightened in his chair. "The concern is that, while your résumé and references are good, your experience is lacking. This would be your first corporate job and we're looking for someone who could reliably carry out what we have outlined their duties to be."

That was how it should have been worded. That was how his father would have worded it.

"Then based off my references, Mr. Choi, would it not be safe to say that I am a reliable person?" It was definitely safe to say that you knew your way around words and requirements. There was a defiance about you that he couldn't deny, something rare that prodded at the back of his mind. It told him that if he didn't snatch you up now, someone else would.

When the interview ended, Soobin tucked the pen behind his ear once more. It was customary for interviewers to wait until the interviewee had left the room before they could leave, as well. They would think over their notes tonight before coming to a decision on all of the candidates tomorrow morning.

That feeling pricked at the back of Soobin's mind as he stood from his seat and hustled over to the elevator. He went down to the lobby, where he spotted you just pushing out the main glass doors.

"Miss Ln!"

Your head perked up at the sound of your name being shouted over the hustle and bustle of the Gotham City streets. Strands of your hair, windswept under the forever-overcast sky, blew across your face and you reached up to brush them out of your eyesight as you marked the young Choi heir making his way over to you. He was tall—perhaps around six foot or taller—with a crisp suit and that blue ballpoint pen behind one ear. The dark circles rimming his dark eyes were charming like his black bangs swept up by the breeze.

You didn't know what to say to him, really, but here you were—stopping and awaiting his thoughts. Soobin was grateful you did. There was something irking him about you, something he couldn't put his finger on. Anyone else would have stopped him, begged him for the position. He was younger, impressionable, a Choi.

You waited.

"I just wanted to say," he said, nodding, "good luck." He choked out the words, not because they tasted bitter on his tongue, but because he hadn't even known why he had chased you down in the first place.

Your eyes glanced at him up and down, but you were nodding back at him. You suddenly looked so uncomfortable in that formal wear. "Thank you."

Soobin heard the distant cries of his name from down the street—aw fuck. Just as he ducked back into the building, you had disappeared into the crowd. He hoped he might see you again.

[1 year later.]

"H-he has a young woman in ther—"

"Sick," twenty-one-year-old Choi Yeonjun said, patting the man on the head. The bank teller quivered like a leaf in the wind in the presence of Gotham's Red Hood. "Thanks, man."

As Yeonjun stepped over the fallen bodies of his victims—they didn't even deserve the label of "victim" when they had been the ones robbing this joint—he replaced the cartridge of his pistols. They were twins, pearl handles with just a touch of gold that he loved to twirl around in his hands. His father always rolled his old man eyes when he showboated, but Yeonjun never thought of it as showboating, rather an art. There were moments where he preferred the heft and damage of an AK-47, but his babies were always there for him, too.

He adjusted the crimson mask seated securely over his entire face; the metal was warm with his breathing, but he had gotten used to the suffocating feeling.

His old man would murder him if his face was seen while he was "serving justice" or whatever.

It was a shame that this last dude had taken a hostage though. That meant traumatized victim, a much more careful shot needed, and a whole lot of—

"Fuck you!"

He stopped clean at the threshold of the main vault at the back of the Gotham Bank (yes, the so-called "joint") as he watched the young woman in question, you, twist your captor's arm behind his back and pin him to the ground beneath the sole of your three-inch heel. He had gone red in the face, him and his bald ass head.

What a view. Yeonjun whistled lowly before he could stop himself.

Both heads looked up to watch him walk in. He caught the way your shoulders tensed at the sight of him, and he opened three of his fingers in each hand and showed his palms like his own way of raising his hands. "Hey, darlin', we're on the same side."

Your hair fell in disarray around your head and face, and your mascara had smudged around your eyes, but it didn't discount the sharp narrowing of them. "What took you so long? Aren't you supposed to be the hero or something?"

"Okay, first of all, I'm not a hero—" he blinked and sent a bullet through the robber's upper thigh. You shrieked, leaping away from him and Yeonjun, who suspected that you now thought of him as a maniac. Good. "—I'm just the dude who's trying to serve justice or something."

Yeonjun holstered his two baby pistols into the holsters on either side of his belt. "And second, that was—"

The sharp cry of sirens pierced the air, and he could hear the caws of incoming cops and their thundering footsteps heading right toward his and your location. Yeonjun swore under his breath, his instincts kicking in.

"Well, that's my cue to leave." He whirled on his heel and saluted you. "See ya!"

He ducked into the shadows of the hallway just outside the vault, and waited for the police to run past him with their blaring walkie talkies. They would find you in the carnage, no gun in sight, but with a wounded bad guy at your feet and a bullet hole in his thigh.

Yeonjun's head thumped back against the wall; he bit his lip beneath the mask. Fuck it, you were gonna be fine.

He had thought that, and yet, here he now sat, lounging in the passenger seat of your car in the alleyway by the bank, biding his time. His mask and dark brown leather jacket laid discarded at his booted feet, his aching arms given breathing room through his white muscle tee. He stretched out the kinks in his neck, hand running through his damp, black hair.

He was waiting.

Literally waited an hour and a half. Or maybe it was just half an hour. Sue him, he was hungry.

Finally, you rounded the corner to the symphony of your car unlocking. It gave a delightfully loud chirp and it knocked the drowsiness right out of his brain. Thank god there was still some light out or else you might have screamed. Instead, you stopped right outside your car, in front of the windshield with your eyes wide. (Actually, you didn't feel like the "scream in fright" type. It was more like "inhale sharply.")

Yeonjun didn't know what he was doing, to be honest. Then again, he never knew what he was doing. He smiled lazily at you and gave a small wave.

You must have had some kind of death wish, because you approached the car with him still in it, and he hadn't even introduced himself yet. Or maybe, he didn't have to introduce himself.

Your eyes narrowed again for the second time he had seen you. Was that your tell? Your thing?

Carefully, you tugged the driver's door open, but remained behind it and did not get in with him. Smart girl. "What the hell do you want and how the fuck did you get in here?"

"You kiss your mama with that mouth, darlin’?" He teased before he could stop himself. What could he say? He was a "shoot first, ask questions later" type of guy. His father hated that about him.

"Why are you in my car?"

He shook his head and let out a noise akin to feigned exasperation. "Just tryin' to make sure they didn't give you shit."

"I didn't see you in the bank, Choi Yeonjun."

Bingo. He smiled. "I like to be noticed when I wanna be noticed."

Your head cocked to the side. "I guess I believe you." You gestured to him vaguely with a lazy hand. "D'you mind?"

He sat up in the passenger seat and gestured his hand back toward you and the driver's seat. Maybe if his smile had widened, your eye would have twitched. There was something so amusing about him gradually frustrating you. "No, not at all."

Your pretty eyes rolled; he laughed.

"Okay, okay. Got the message." He briefly raised his hands in mock surrender, then leaned down to collect his red mask in the fabric of his brown leather jacket. He hadn't even bothered to remove or hide his pearl-handled pistols from his side holsters as he removed himself from your car.

A smirk flickered to his lips—out of your sight, of course—when he heard you sputter, "Wait—"

"Later, darlin'!" And then he was gone, out of your sight, as if he had been only a shadow from your memory.

You wondered if this day could get even weirder or even worse than it already was.

Exhaustion coursed through your veins as you slipped into the driver's seat and pulled out onto the main street. First, it was the strange email you'd received about a problem with your bank account. Then, it was whatever that interaction was. Choi Yeonjun as the Red Hood? Or perhaps only covering for one of the city’s resident vigilantes? But then, for what reason? If not for all of the trouble, you would have been home already; your joints loosened at the thought of coming home to your mom, pets, and something warm for dinner.

Brain muddied like a Gotham gutter during the wet season, the last thing that you wanted to worry about right now was how a Choi heir was connected to a vigilante.

When you arrived on your street, you pulled into the alley beside your complex and pushed back out into the grainy, Gotham evening.

Your head cocked to the side at the sound of loud meowing. As you approached the door, you could hear scratching from the other side.

Strange. Your cats usually knew to not scratch the doors anymore, and why wasn't your mom getting them to stop?

With a reprimand on your lips, you pushed your way in. “Guys, who is…”

A scream was left caught in your throat.

You felt yourself stumble forward into your home, the floorboards patterned in bloody paw prints, multicolored fur swarming your legs and meowing at you in distress.

Out—had they been trying to get out?

“Mom?” Your voice sounded strangled. “Mama?”

Bile crawled up your throat and your palm slammed against the side wall to keep yourself upright. You couldn’t get your eyes off of your mother’s taut and ashen skin, lifeless eyes staring up at the ceiling, a bullet hole through her temple. Blood seeped into the floorboards to stain the wood beneath her limp body, and you were choking, hacking at the metal filling up your lungs.

You stumbled toward her body and blood oozed into the material of your pants as you knelt by her body to feel for her pulse.

Dead. Deaddeaddeaddead.

Your hands stained with your mother’s crimson life force stained your hands and trembled as you searched your body for your phone. You—what were—what was the number? Who did this? This couldn’t be real.

Blood rushed into your ears; you couldn’t hear the sirens, couldn’t hear the voice on the other end of the phone.

Your mind had gone blank, mouth dry, and you sat down on the ground next to your mother’s body, your tears slipping down the slopes of your cheeks to land on her own face.

Dead, how could she be dead? How was this real?

A mass of fur appeared in the corners of your vision and you followed their gaze back toward the front door. And for a chilling moment, you were stone-cold sober. There was a note staked into the doorframe: A Debt Repaid.

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After a bit of delay, here are the songs titles from the LCAPT Clegan playlist

1. Learn to Fly by Foo Fighters 2. Clearest Blue by CHVRCHES 3. I'm Not In Love by 10cc 4. Death and All His Friends by Coldplay 5. Til Kingdom Come by Coldplay 6. The Queen Of All Everything by Ott 7. Love song from a dog by Shovels & Rope ft. gregory alan isakov 8. If we were vampires by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit 9. Passenger seat by Death Cab for Cutie

10. In our bedroom after the war by Stars 11. Early mornin’ rain by Peter, Paul and Mary 12. I was made for loving you by Yungblud cover 13. Visions of Gideon by Sufjan Stevens 14. Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens 15. Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley 16. The Roads by Jonah Kagen 17. Next to You by John Vincent III 18. Seen My Man (Wisconsin Demo) by Trixie Mattel 19. Beneath Oak Trees by Dylan Gossett

20. Heaven is a Bedroom by TV Girl 21. Wicked Games by The Weeknd 22. Itchy Teeth by Marika Hackman 23. Breakup by Ashton Irwin 24. Work Song by Hozier 25. I’m Low on Gas and you Need a Jacket by Pierce The Veil 26. Betting On Us by Myles Smith 27. I'm the Sinner by Jared Benjamin 28. Running to You by Jamie Drake & Jamie Jackson 29. Look After You by Aron Wright

30. Smokestacks by Layla 31. Run To You by CJ Starnes 32. Gale song by The Lumineers 33. White Ferrari by Frank Ocean 34. Can You Hear the Rain Love by Richard Hawley 35. Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey 36. Talk Show Host by Radiohead 37. Untold by RY X 38. Lovers Rock by TV Girl 39. Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers

40. I Will by The Beatles 41. Glimpse of Us by Joji 42. Somethin' Stupid by Frank Sinatra & Nancy Sinatra 43. When the party is over by Billie Eilish 44. I love you by Billie Eilish 45. Blue jeans by Lana Del Rey 46. The secret marriage by Sting 47. Wicked game by Ursine Vulpine 48. Love Me Like You Used To by Lord Huron 49. Need you Now by Lady A

50. Strange Birds by Birdy 51. Old Money by Lana Del Rey 52. The Night We Met by Lord Huron 53. Piano Man by Billy Joel 54. Alley Rose by Conan Fray 55. Good Luck, babe by Chappel Roan 56. Be Nice To Me by The Front Bottoms 57. Saturn by Sleeping At Last 58. So Long, London by Taylor Swift 59. From Eden by Hozier

60. I Should Live in Salt by The National 61. Demons by The National 62. Graceless by The National 63. Your Mind Is Not Your Friend by The National, Phoebe Bridgers 64. Don’t Swallow the Cap by The National 65. Dreaming by The National 66. This Isn’t Helping by The National, Phoebe Bridgers 67. Issues by Julia Michaels 68. Gorecki by Lamb 69. Ends Of The Earth by Lord Huron

70. Dark Red by Steve Lacy 71. Fireproof by Coleman Hell 72. Heavydirtysoul by Twenty One Pilots 73. All I Want Is You by Barry Louis Polisar 74. I Found by Amber Run 75. Beautiful by Josh Zandman 76. Budapest by George Ezra 77. Be Together by Major Lazer 78. On The Nature Of Daylight by Max Richter 79. Guiding Light by Mumford & Sons

80. My Blood by Twenty One Pilots 81. My Madonna by Dexter Freebish 82. Chemicals Between Us by Bush 83. Protect Me From What I Want by Placebo 84. I Feel Loved by Depeche Mode 85. Gimme Some Lovin’ by The Spencer Davis Group 86. Little Light Of Love by Eric Serra 87. Fire and Flood by Vance Joy 88. Pride (In The Name Of Love) by Clivillés & Cole 89. Holdin’ Out by The Lumineers

90. If I Go, I’m Goin by Gregory Alan Isakov 91. Letting The Cables Sleep by Bush 92. This Feeling by Chainsmokers 93. Me And You by Barry Louis Polisar 94. Silver sable by Cigarettes after sex 95. How I Learned to Love the Bomb by Glass Animals 96. Hellofazoo by Until the Ribbon Breaks 97. Mr. Forgettable by David Kushner 98. John My Beloved by Sufjan Stevens 99. Alan by Perfume genius

100. One line by PJ harvey 101. Putting The Dog To Sleep by the antlers 102. In My Arms by Alex g 103. Certainty by Big thief 104. Angel In The Snow by Elliott smith 105. Nothing Matters by The Last Dinner Party 106. The Loneliest by Måneskin 107. Till forever falls apart by Ashe, Finneas 108. Whish that you were here by Florence + The Machine 109. I Forget Where We Were by Ben Howard

110. Bite by Troye Sivan 111. Lowlife by Poppy 112. Real Love Song by Nothing But Thieves 113. Like You Do by Joji 114. Be My baby by The Ronettes 115. Burn by Tom Walker 116. Lucky by Bif Naked 117. Fair by The Amazing Devil 118. Bitch by Meredith Brooks 119. I wish you were a girl by 12 RODS

120. All i think about now by Pixies 121. I know by Fiona Apple 122. Sweet tooth by Cavetown 123. Flawless by The Neighborhood 124. Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley 125. Simply the best by Billianne 126. I remember everything by Zach Bryan, Kacey Musgraves 127. Coal by Dylan Gossett 128. i am not who i was by Chance Peña 129. I Bet On Losing Dogs by Mitski

130. Two slow dancers by Mitski 131. Lucky to get him by Aly and AJ 132. Crack baby by Mitski 133. I don't smoke by Mitski 134. Smoke gets in your eyes by Helen Forest 135. Love by Daughter 136. Can’t Help Falling in Love - DARK by Tommee Profitt, brooke 137. Chills - Dark Version by Mickey Valen, Joey Myron 137,5. Skyline by Sibewest 138. Beautiful Crime by Tamer 139. Act natural by Margaret Glaspy

140. Betray my heart by D'Angelo 141. I will be your friend by Sade 142. Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli 143. I Didn’t Know by Sofia Carson 144. You by A Great Big World 145. This Woman’s Work by Kate Bush 146. Can't you see - acoustic by Matthew and the Atlas 147. Cowboy by Jack Van Cleaf 148. Feels like Home by Caamp 149. Carry You Home by Alex Warren

150. Belong Together by Mark Ambor 151. The First Day of My Life by Bright Eyes 152. Kaleidoscope by A Great Big World 153. Monsters of the North by The National Parks 154. The great war by Taylor Swift 155. Free by Florence + The Machine 156. I know the end by Phoebe Bridgers 157. Another Man’s Jeans by Ashe 158. I’ve Told You Now by Sam Smith 159. Love Me by Elvis Presley

160. Moment’s Silence (Common Tongue) by Hozier 161. Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish 162. Take me home, country roads by John Denver 163. Army Dreamers by Kate Bush 164. I'm No Angel by Dido 165. We’ll Meet Again by Johnny Cash 166. Cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other by Orville Peck 167. If We Were Vampires by Noah Kahan, Wesley Schultz 168. You Belong To Me by Jo Stafford 169. Goodnight Irene by Frank Sinatra

170. All I Want by Kodaline 171. Me and my Husband by Mitski 172. The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades is out to get us by Sufjan Stevens 173. As the World cave in by Sarah Cothran 174. Dead of Night by Orville Peck 175. invisible string by Taylor Swift 176. The Ghost of You by My chemical Romance 177. We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn 178. Love in the Time Of Socialism by Yellow house 179. Northern Downpour by Panic! At The Disco

180. Better in the Morning by Birdtalker 181. doomsday by Lizzy McAlpine 182. Guilty by Al Bowlly 183. Heat Lightning by Mitski 184. everything i wanted by Billie Eilish 185. Blood Moon by Josiah and the Bonnevilles 186. Night Terror by Laura Marling 187. Vengeance Is Sleeping by Neko Case 188. Finally Stop Dreaming by Dylan Gossett 189. The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron

190. Learning To Fly by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers 191. Hounds of Love by The Futureheads 192. Now I'm in it by HAIM 193. Stand Back by Stevie Nicks 194. Moonlight of Your Room by Joe Pug 195. Blue by Mai Yamane 196. Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn 197. Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers 198. Summer Of '69 by Bryan Adams 199. Fix you by Coldplay

200. Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain 201. I walk the Line by Halsey 202. The Greatest by Billie Eilish 203. I'll be seeing you by Billie Holiday 204. We will not be Lovers by The Waterboys 205. Triptych by Samia 206. In a Jar by Dinosaur Jr. 207. Dionne by The Japanese House, Justin Vernon 208. Nothing Like by Mannequin pussy 209. True Love Waits by Radiohead

210. Weird Fish/Arpeggi by Radiohead 211. I’m a Fool to Want You by Billie Holiday 212. A Life of Arctic Sounds by Modest Mouse 213. Soldier Boy by The Shirelles 214. Casual by Chappel Roan 215. Ruined by Adrianne Lenker 216. Without You by Tobias Jesso Jr. 217. That's Where I Am by Maggie Rogers 218. Die Young by Sylvab Esso 219. Violet hill by Coldplay

220. You made me love you by Patsy Cline 221. Smoke gets in your eyes by Eartha Kitt 222. Piece of my heart by Erma Franklin 223. Love and anger by Kate Bush 224. Guilty by Johnny Desmond 225. I Can’t Begin to Tell You by Bing Crosby 226. People Will Say We’re in Love by Frank Sinatra 227. You’ll Never Know by Dick Haymes 228. You’d Be So Nice To Come Home To by Dinah Shore 229. Speeding Cars by Walking On Cars

230. Girl Crush by Harry Style 231. Fine Line by Harry Style 232. Bittersuite by Billie Eilish 233. Et même après je t'aimerai by Hoshi 234. Tourner dans le vide by Indila 235. What was I made For? by Billie Eilish 236. Maybe by James Arthur 237. Happy Together by Gerard Way, Ray Toro 238. Dandelions by Ruth B. 239. When the Darkness Comes by Shelby Merry

240. Silver tongues by Louis Tomlinson 241. Telepathic by Starset 242. Always by Isak Danielson 243. Like real people Do by Hozier 244. Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls 245. Can you hold me by NF, Britt Nicole 246. Moondust by Jaymes Young 247. Maps - triple j Like A version by Camp Cope 248. We made it by Louis Tomlinson 249. Adore you by Harry Style

250. Love song by Lana Del Rey 251. Satellite by Harry Style 252. Late night Talking by Harry Style 253. Home by Edith Whiskers 254. Guilty as Sin? by Taylor Swift 255. The Light by CHPTRS 256. Started With You by CHPTRS 257. City Lights (Symphonic Version) by HAEVN 258. This Is Why I Need You by Jesse Ruben 259. Never Stop (Wedding Version) by Safetysuit

260. Sacrifice by Elton John 261. Who we are by Hozier 262. Politik by Coldplay 263. All I need by Radiohead 264. Can't pretend by Tom Odell 265. Would Anyone Care by Citizen Soldier 266. Hold My Hand by Lady Gaga 267. Warriors by Willyecho 268. Brother by Kodaline 269. Protector by City wolf

270. Texas reznikoff by Mitski 271. Pin by Grimes 272. I'm your man by Mitski 273. Haunting by Halsey 274. Twin flame by Weyes blood 275. Why Can’t The Dark Leave Me Alone? by Toni Fisher 276. No Other Love by Jo Stafford 277. Your Best American Girl by Mitski 278. Careless Whispers by George Michael 279. Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

280. Sidelines by Phoebe Bridges 281. not a lot, just forever by Adrianne Lenker 282. forwards beckon rebound by Adrianne Lenker 283. Norman fucking Rockwell by Lana Del Rey 284. Long Long Time by Linda Ronstadt 285. Break by alex_g_offline 286. Some Velvet morning by Nancy Sinatra, Lee Hazlewood 287. Overtime by Rainbow Kitten Surprise, Kacey Musgraves 288. The John Wayne by Little Green Cars 289. Pale blue Eyes by The Velvet Underground

290. You'll Never Know (78rpm version) by Frank Sinatra, Bobby Tucker Singers 291. Come on Mess me up by Cub sport 292. While I can by Keaton henson 293. Flying :)) by Tom Odell 294. Cornflower blue by Flower Face 295. Remember by Seinabo Sey, Jacob Banks 296. Once more to see you by Mitski 297. Back to the old house by The Smiths 298. Symphonia IX by Current Joys 299. So real by Jeff Buckley

300. Half return by Adrianne Lenker 301. Fade into you by Mazzy Star 302. All We Ever Do is Talk by Del Water Gap 303. Dirty Little Secret by Artemas 304. Too Sweet by Hozier 305. Anyways I Love You by Wild Rivers 306. like you’re god by Mehro 307. Size too small by Sufjan Stevens 308. Cheers Darlin' by Damien Rice 309. Lotus Flower by Radiohead

310. Twilight Time by The Platters 311. Because of You by Tony Bennett 312. if i needed someone by The Beatles 313. Standing next to You by Jungkook 314. Falling away with You by Muse 315. Exist for Love by AURORA 316. Sata vuotto by BEHM 317. Blood Sport by Sleep Token 318. Oblivion by SYML 319. Timezone by Måneskin

320. Own my mind by Måneskin 321. Pushing Up Daisies (Love Alive) by Brothers Osborne 322. Unbroken by Tim McGraw 323. I Was Born To Love You by Queen 324. You’re My Best Friend by Queen 325. Think I’m In Love With You by Chris Stapleton, Dua Lipa 326. Something To Talk About by Bonnie Raitt 327. Parachute by Chris Stapleton 328. Love The Lonely Out Of You by Brothers Osborne 329. Here Tonight (The Acoustic Sessions) by Brett Young, Charles Kelley

330. Stay A Little Longer by Brothers Osborne 331. The End by Halsey 332. Birds of a feather by Billie Eilish 333. Found Heaven by Conan Gray 334. Down bad by Taylor Swift 335. I do by Renee Rapp 336. The good I'll do by Zach Bryan 337. Half Light by BANNERS 338. Resistance by Muse 339. Far from home (the raven) by Sam Tinnesz

340. Francis forever by Mitski 341. I love you by RIOPY 342. This must be the place (naive melody) 2005 by Talking Heads 343. Maps by Yeah yeah yeahs 344. Cinnamon Girl by Lana del rey 345. I'm on Fire by Bruce Springsteen 346. Fire on Fire by Sam Smith 347. I'm Making Believe by The Inkspots and Ella Fitzgerald 348. Watch Over You by Alter Bridge 349. Summer song by Remy bond

350. Off to the races by Lana Del Rey 351. Almost (sweet music) by Hozier 352. giveuwhatuwant by The Driver Era 352,5. Birds of a feather by Billie Eilish 353. Big Mike’s by Dijon 354. Simulation Swarm by Big Thief 355. I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys 356. Little Bit More by Mk.gee 357. Be Well by Ama Lou 358. Unknown/Nth by Hozier 359. Asleep by Smiths

360. Lucky by Atta Boy 361. Big Jet Plane by Angus & Julia Stone 362. Parallel Universe by Clara Benin 363. Dói Tanto by Gabriel Froede 364. Eyes Off You by Prettymuch 365. Secret Love Song, Pt. II by Little Mix 366. Finality by Woods of Ypres 367. Pra Ser Sincero by Enganheiros do Hawaii 368. Wherever You Go by The Calling 369. Janeiro by Esteban Tavares 370. I will follow you into the dark by Death Cab for Cutie

371. Tiny vessels by Death Cab for Cutie 372. King and Lionheart by Of Monsters and Men 373. Bloom (Eros) by Sleeping At Last 374. No One’s Gonna Love You by Band of Horses

25/10/24 edit: 17 songs added (357 -> 374)

#enjoy #lcapt #lcapt songs titles #lcapt clegan #lcapt clegan songs titles #clegan #ame music #share our faves #Spotify

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ms-nesbit · 1 year ago

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Sweet home chicago (jason todd x afab!reader)

chapter one

Rating: 18+

Warnings: eventual smut, swearing, father figure dick grayson, skater tim drake, sad jason todd :(

Summary: dick and tim trick jason into taking a vacation in chicago. There, he meets someone he hopes to never forget.

Note: im sorry for dipping, yall. I really had some important things to take care of.

ao3

Amber and rose peeked through the hedge between the array of buildings on Michigan Avenue. Jason blended himself with the sea of tourists and chic aristocrats. He didn’t necessarily stick out like a sore thumb, as there were a few Chicagoans dressed casually like him; even in the late-November evening, he sported his signature red hoodie and straight fit jeans, tattered and dirty near the hem. No matter what, he wanted to appear mildly stressed, only mildly, so as to not draw more attention to himself than his six-foot-four frame already did.

He wondered how he got here. Was it the phone call from Dick, or the two dozen from Tim? Could it have been neither, and he perhaps wanted to rush the plane during the busiest season, nudged in a lousy middle seat between an obnoxious preteen and a middle-aged woman watching poorly edited, extremist conservative media? To be fair, Jason treated himself to Portillo’s once he left the airport - a well-earned reward for not lashing out at the self-absorbed individuals beside him.

He stepped briskly, moving in sync with the less-anxious of the crowd toward the shopping district notoriously named Magnificent Mile. On his left ear, he heard the excitement in the tune of indistinguishable conversations and the season’s final water taxis boarding; in his right, a wireless earbud, softly playing his childhood favorite, Diana Ross and the Supremes.

Once he reached the other end of the bridge, he strolled to the sidewalk in front of Tribune Tower, pulling his phone out and indiscreetly sending a message of his coordinates to-

A call. “As much as I love the smell of fish, garbage, and the crooked CPD, why did you and Tim want me here?” Jason was more curious than upset, but he’d rather not disclose his true feelings to his brothers.

“C’mon, Jay, it’s the Windy City! You ever been to Chicago?” Dick asked. “Beautiful everything here. Tim’s at the Van store up the street, and I’m grabbing a slice of pizza across from ya. You wanna come over and get a slice, grumpy? You get a little hangry sometimes.”

Jason sighed, and his stomach grumbled in response to the offer. “Alright, but I’m not goin’ outside. I sat next to some wackjob on the flight who sounded like she needed to be in the looney bin, and I’m not lookin’ to make friends.” As he spoke, he quickly turned his head before dashing across the busy street, waving off a car blaring its horn at him. “What’do’ey have?”

“How about you see?” Dick approached Jason, smiling mischievously. Jason ended the call, moving his eyes to Dick’s hands behind his back. “Guess what I got?”

“Dick, I’m not in the mood for games-”

“Ta-da!” Dick shifted in his coat, revealing a white box with a drawn pizza and the name Lou Malnati’s on it. Jason pretended like his mouth didn’t water at the smell of grease and garlic. “I had ‘em make a classic cheese with those square slices. How about we sit down on the riverfront and talk?”

And talk. No matter the temptation, be it a buttery, gooey pizza right under Jason’s nose, he still believed it wasn’t worth the compromise of having to make more than small talk with others. “Listen, Dickie, as much as I appreciate the offer, I don’t think I’m ready to talk about-”

“Dude, this isn’t about Artemis, if that’s what you’re about to say.” Dick shrugged in his beige peacoat, a piece of his thick, navy, knitted cardigan spilling from his waist. “I just want to, y’know, see if you want to go to this thing tonight.”

Jason cocked a brow in his theatrical manner. “So you and Tim badgered me, had me fly all the way to goddamn Chicago, all to just talk over some overpriced pizza?” Around him, he felt the glare of customers, but he doubled down, giving them knowing looks. “I’ve been here. Want a real place? Go to the goddamn place off Clark and Dickens. You’ll thank me later.”

Dick rolled his eyes, already tired by Jason’s heels in the sand. “Always gotta be a drama queen. Just…come with me. I’ll explain once we’re out of earshot.” His voice was hushed, signaling Jason to follow suit. They walked together to the riverwalk, sitting on the cold high-risen edging. Dick delicately opened the lid of the box, revealing the savory American delicacy and motioning for Jason to take the first slice.

Once Jason reached for the slice, taking his first bite and stretching the rosemary-seasoned cheese from its bed atop the crust, Dick began. “Tim and I were thinking that the three of us could use a break.” Jason grumbled indistinctly into his pizza slice, swirling the string of cheese around his tongue in a tight noose. “Bruce has been a handful lately - I mean, he always is - and I think it would be a good lesson for him to finally be on his own instead of taking us for granted, y’know?”

Jason nodded, rearranging his food to one side of his mouth so he could speak with the other. “You do know that Bruce is probably better off without me, right? Since I-” he swallowed the food, kissing the excess sauce and garlic from his teeth, “leave a ‘pretty big mess’, as he says.”

“You also help. Gang-related crime decreased about 37 percent when Red Hood regularly patrolled, and the Gotham Gazette did a poll, based on before and after Red: thanks to Red Hood, 6 out of 10 female Gothamites feel safe walking home at night, compared to the 3 out of 10 prior to Red Hood’s introduction.”

The statistic surprised Jason. He was used to the smearing from Justice League’s best, so it was nice to hear a compliment for a change. “And Timmy’s on board with this?” He didn’t hesitate to take a second slice, while Dick left the pizza untouched.

“He was the one who coined it.” Dick looked out at the river, mildly put off by Jason’s shameless eating habits. “We were patrolling one night and he just said it out of the blue. I get it, though.” He pursed his lips, staring wistfully. “I couldn’t tell you before because then you wouldn’t agree to it.”

Dick was right: when he’d offer to take Jason in after they reconciled, Jason refused. Though not Bruce’s blood son, Jason was comparably stubborn, sometimes surpassing the Dark Knight. “And where are we gonna stay?”

“That’s the best part.” Dick finally reached for a slice, folding it in half and dipping a chunk into his mouth to cut from the slice. “Tim hacked into Bruce’s business travel account and used some of his points to book a stay at some fancy place called Waldalf…lemme check.” Dick reached into his peacoat pocket and pulled out his phone, checking the reservation. He continued to chew, as did Jason, and Dick leaned over to show Jason the reservation email. “Astoria. It’s a couple of blocks here, I think. Worst case, we can just use a taxi or Uber there or something.”

“I’m banned from using Uber.” Jason said nonchalantly, squinting at the details on Dick’s pristine phone screen before looking the name up for himself. “I can walk as long as I can have another slice.”

Dick blinked at Jason blankly before glancing at the remnants of the pizza. “Take the small one right there.” Removing a wrinkled, discolored restaurant napkin from his back pocket, Jason snatched the slice with an asymmetrical, genuine smile, now holding a slice in each hand. Dick bit his tongue in his mouth to keep himself from laughing. If he hadn’t held a slice in his, he would have snapped a photo to send to the family group chat. “We’re already checked in, so just bring whatever luggage you have with you.”

Jason looked up from his slices like a deer in the headlights. “Sorry, I didn’t think to bring anything other than the usual.” With a slice, he vaguely gestured to his dirty clothes.

“I was…expecting that.” Dick chuckled lightly. “I brought you some clothes so you could go out and enjoy yourself for a change.” He spotted Jason’s eye roll. “You’re in your twenties, for crying out loud. Enjoy yourself! Make a friend. Would it kill you to just live?”

As Jason shook his head, a few strands of grey fell from his messily combed back hair and onto his forehead. “What, is coming back from the dead and seeking vengeance to blood-thirsty psychopaths not living?”

“No, it’s not.” a voice came from the other side of the riverwalk, by the bustling street: a lanky-built male, wearing a beige Santa Cruz sweatshirt and dark jeans, strolled on his skateboard toward the brothers. “And by the way, Jason, you look no different than the bourgeoisie skimming the racks at Urban Outfitters over there.” Jason’s frown dropped at Tim, already bugged by him. “Me and Dick were basically wanting you to, y’know, socialize like a normal human being. I know you’re an introvert, I get that, but you’ve gotta, y’know…converse.”

Jason stood from the platform, brushing the suggestion from his broad shoulders. “Jesus, and you wonder why I don’t want to hang out with you guys.” he made an excuse and walked back toward Michigan Ave, finishing his slices along the way.

“By the way, Dick.” Tim nudged Dick with his elbow, showing him a photo of zoomed-in Jason, a few minutes earlier, smiling goofily with his two slices of pizza pie.

Dick erupted into laughter, doubling over and nearly knocking over the box.

“You got the terrace suite?” Jason muttered in blustering shock. “Bruce is going to be so pissed.” His lips stretched into a wide smile.

He plopped onto the sleeper sofa, sprawling his limbs out to relax. Dick assigned Jason to the couch (“Finder’s keepers!”), while Dick and Tim each slept in their separate rooms. “We already received a warning about how you’re dressed, Jason, so if you could please promptly change into something more appropriate, I’m sure this stay would be more enjoyable for all of us.” Dick managed to remain calm while conveying, despite the fatherly-level of disappointment underneath his skin.

Heeding Dick’s advice, Jason made his way to Dick’s room, where he opened up the luggage Dick neatly packed for him: a pair of dress shoes, two pairs of socks and boxer briefs (all red, for continuity’s sake), along with a lightweight, tightly knitted sweater, t-shirt, long-sleeve undershirts, and two pairs of slacks (one beige, one black). Jason sighed halfheartedly, bummed by the array chosen for him. He knew, of course, it was his responsibility to select his own attire, but of course he’d forgotten it, lost in the chaos of his everyday life; Dick anticipated Jason’s reaction, and packed something nonetheless, and although grateful, Jason still hesitated to express it.

While Tim and Dick explored the depths of downtown, Jason immersed himself into the room, quietly exploring the channels that Astoria offered.

Knock, knock. “Housekeeping!”

Jason yelled back, “Come in.” while munching on a bag of corn chips on the couch, eyes lasered on the television screen.

The housekeeper, wearing a black and sky blue uniform, pushed his trolley in. “Are you enjoying your stay, Sir?”

Jason shrugged. “My ma was a housekeeper for a bit. Don’t worry about the ‘sir’ stuff, it’s all good.” The response was new to the employee, who stood for a moment before excusing himself to clean the bathroom and bedrooms.

“Sir,” the housekeeper returned, gripping the trolley behind him with a single hand. “Would you mind vacating the room while I clean, or should I return if you are…busy?”

Jason looked at the chip crumbs on his hoodie before looking back at the housekeeper. “I’ve no problem leaving. I’ve gotta change, so I’ll go the other room. Could you just lock the door when you leave?”

“Absolutely, Sir.” the housekeeper said before Jason shut the bathroom door, slacks and sweater in hand.

—

Stepping out from the courtyard of the hotel premises, Jason wandered down the corner, unable to prevent himself from making grotesque faces at the high-end stores nearby. The breeze chilled the skin on his face to the point where it eventually felt like he was kissed by needles, and he unlocked his phone to find a place to settle down and (hopefully) eat. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an approaching blotch of yellow and blue, to which he immediately hailed down. A taxi parked along the curb, and Jason hopped in. “Could you please take me away from here? Some place with some good food?”

The driver gave Jason a look of uncertainty, pondering before nodding and starting the meter.

Jason sat back and relaxed as giant metallic letters standing proudly on top of clear, godliness glass storefronts began to disappear, one by one, until they were replaced with bulletins and signs, and tented storefronts matched with painted, worn down brickwork.

He exhaled in relief. Despite living with Bruce and his luxurious lifestyle, the unspoken language of wealth was still foreign to Jason. He didn’t understand why the affluent would whisper, and why evil would poison their tongue and burn away at their heart once their financial wealth accrued.

After slipping the taxi driver a couple of hundred dollar bills, Jason abruptly left the vehicle, reading the name of the restaurant to himself. “Like the song…?” he asked the driver, who nodded.

“Different spelling, different things.”

Jason inhaled nasily, chest rising. “Alrighty, thanks, man.”

The driver nodded once again before waving and merging back into traffic. Jason entered the restaurant and was instantly greeted with sweet and savory notes, causing Jason’s stomach to cramp in pain. He walked up to the counter, so clean that he could almost make his reflection out, and waited for an employee to serve him. While he waited, he studied the menu: sandwiches, soups, and more appetizers to choose from. He chewed on his bottom lip, distressed when deciding between pasteles (mix of plantain mix and meat, wrapped in a banana leaf) or mofongo (stuffed plantain).

“When you’re ready, I can take you.” A voice notified him as he stood like a bronze statue before the menu.

He didn’t take his eyes off the photos above the counter. “Sorry about this, I’m a first timer - what are your pasteles filled with?”

“Usually pork or chicken, but we make them with cheese now since there are some vegetarians.”

“Could I have just pasteles, one with cheese filling and one with chicken?” Jason asked.

The clerk pressed a button on the register, which was a tablet with a brightly lit screen. “Sure thing. Anything else?”

“Yeah, and…pastellitos de guayaba? Can I have that, too? And water.”

The clerk pressed the screen a few times, noting down Jason’s order. “Of course. For here or to go?”

Jason finally tore his eyes from the menu to look at the clerk, and his mouth fell open at the sight of the clerk: hair was tightly curled, coiled from their roots; lips plump and glossy, appearing much more enticing to Jason than the food he ogled at.

“Here.” he stuttered, feeling heat rise up to his neck. The clerk smiled at him, and they placed their hand on their wide hip, bringing Jason’s eye to it.

“It’ll be ready in a bit. We’ll bring it to your seat, yeah? Sientate.” They motioned with their nose at the dining area, a selection of polished wooden chairs and tables to choose from.

Before he could ask for their name, the clerk rushed to the kitchen of the restaurant, repeating his order to the rest of the staff. Jason watched them walk away, their bottom half swaying in the leggings they wore, before he realized his leering and chose an empty seat and table near the colorful mural.

Thoughts rushed to the tall man’s head, some impure ones welcoming themselves for the first time since he and Artemis parted. Their relationship was, in short, complicated, and neither of them were fully transparent toward another, leading to the inevitable diffusion of the once-kindled fire; it didn’t break Jason’s heart, but rather disappointed him, and he felt that his fate of inescapable loneliness was encapsulated.

The clerk reappeared from the kitchen, holding two plates of food. They walked past Jason, ignoring whatever eye contact he attempted to make at them, and attended to the table diagonally from his. “Y te quedas a tu mama, ok?” They spoke warmly but sternly to the couple, before leaving with a grin. “And you,” they pointed at Jason, “your pastellios should be ready in one to two minutes, okay?”

Jason nodded frantically, popping an optimistic grin. “Can’t wait.”

“I know.” they winked at Jason before turning back around and walking through the revolving door leading to the kitchen. Jason felt something distant in his stomach. Perhaps hunger?

In a few minutes, the mysterious clerk returned, holding what Jason hoped was his food. When they arrived at his table, settling the plates down delicately before handing him cutlery and a glass, he beamed first at the food, then at the beautiful clerk. He didn’t know which he was more excited for. “Thank you!”

“Not a problem.” they returned his smile, eyes glistening at him. “Our chef is working on something else for you to carry out, free of charge. Can’t let you starve out on us, right, big guy?” their eyes briefly scanned Jason’s figure, which caused Jason’s cheeks to flush a bright pink.

They’re hitting on me, the fuck. “Thanks! I was hoping maybe I can come back, get your name?”

“Oooh, I like the sound of that.” their voice dipped an octave, and Jason swore he felt his pants tighten under the table. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably. “How about I save you the trouble and tell ya now, that way next time you can take me out for dessert?”

Jason smirked at them, slowly checking their figure out before focusing his attention back on their eyes. “Sure.”

“It’s y/n.” they purred, reaching their hand to rest on Jason’s bicep. Their skin was soft, yet calloused. “And you are…?”

“Jason.” he grinned. “Sorry, I’m new at this.”

“Don’t worry.” they assured. “I’m here if you need anything. And if you decide to take me on that offer, my number is in the check right there.” they pointed to the black checkbook beside the plates of food. Jason’s skin was burning under their touch, and when y/n had to leave, Jason felt a twinge of sadness when they retracted their hand.

Unraveling his cutlery from the napkin, Jason made sure to make an important phone call before his vacation ended.

#mine #my post #jason todd #robin #batfamily #red hood #dc #dcu #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd x reader #jason todd x plus size reader #yes the reader is plus size fuck u #plus size reader #adab!reader #jason todd smut #jason todd fanfiction

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autisticaboutstufflol · 5 months ago

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Accidental Adoptions Vinsmoke Headcanons

So Chapter 7 of Accidental Adoptions is out, and I promised Vinsmoke information! This AU for all who don't know, is Cora deciding that getting Law and the brand new baby that just got adopted into the DQ Pirates out of there is priority #1. Shenanigans occur, and now he's somehow ended up with not only Law and Dellinger, but all the Vinsmoke Siblings. Onto the headcanons!!

All Vinsmoke Siblings

They're all autistic

Are very co-dependant on each other

Distrustful of hospital environments

Reiju - 8 years old - She/Her

The second most durable out of the siblings, strong exoskeleton

Has her 'Poison Pink' abilities [Can produce poison, is immune to doses of poison that would otherwise kill regular people]

Has somewhat canon typical 'has to obey Judge's commands' modification built in [If she hears Judge's voice telling her to do something, she has to obey]

Heals the second quickest

Enjoys gardening

Helping Law out with removing the Amber Lead from his system

Ichiji - 6 years old - He/Him

Has implants in his eyes and hands to allow him to channel his red energy blasts easier

Can see further/see more detail + in fun visions [x-ray, night vision, can see shrimp colours ect.] because of these eye implants

Can't cry any more because of said implants

Least emotional due to experimentation, but is still far ahead of his canon version in terms of emotions

Likes navigation, and has essentially declared himself default captain/navigator on the ship

Niji - 6 years old - He/Him

Heals the quickest due to a combination of experimentation and a strong exoskeleton

Has super speed, which connects into the electricity powers [electricity goes fast]

Electricity powers [Can produce electric blasts from his hands, did not need implants like Ichiji because his exoskeleton was stronger]

Speaks really quickly because of his speed, sometimes forgets that not everyone processes the world like he does

Also has insane hearing

Has gotten very good at sewing because he's basically so quick he's a sewing machine. Also enjoys drawing

Sanji - 6 years old - He/Him (for now)

Most emotional out of his siblings

Has a weak exoskeleton- He's still far stronger than any normal child, but doesn't have the same invulnerability his siblings do

Does have some minor invisibility modifications [can only make parts of himself invisible if he strains himself or if he's stressed, will go full invisible if he's terrified ect.]

Everyone thinks he's got a secret extra genetic modification to talk to animals because he just makes friends with small animals constantly [He has four pet rats, Eloise, Yumi, Polly and Theia]

Loves to cook and make friends with animals

Yonji - 6 years old - He/Him

The most durable of the siblings, his exoskeleton is very strong

Both arms are half mechanical, a commenter (shout out to KitsuneNee_chan) made a remark that it reminded them of Nebula from GOTG, and I totally agree with that.

His physical modifications worked the best out of all the siblings, has had super strength since he was a baby

Has very bad sensory issues, has caused millions of berri in property damage while overstimulated

Isn't too sure what he likes to do, but absolutely loves sweet food and listening to the radio

BONUS!! X Drake Headcanons for this fic

Drake - 16 years old - He/Him

Very jumpy/skittish

An okay cook, is teaching Sanji how to use salt and pepper in moderation while making things

Good at fishing

Thinks that every zoan fruit user also has a personification of their corresponding zoan animal in their head that talks to them and will take full control when they morph into their full animal forms. He is wrong. He is mentally ill [blasts him with the OSDD1b beam]

Is very protective of the kids of the rag-tag orphanage ship that Cora has somehow gathered

#one piece #fic #op #corazon #trafalgar d water law #Corazon #donquixote rosinante #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji #vinsmoke yonji #x drake #accidental adoptions #headcanon

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INBETWEEN (PT 3)

Summary: You wake up, completely under the effect of your dream about comic characters, just to find out a new character has been added to DCU? Or has she always been there?

Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader

Author's Note: Gosh, sorry for taking some time. This chapter was a pain in the ass, all i wanted was to write about sweet moments but god 😶‍🌫️ sorry about the typos, I'll fix them as soon as i can i promise, hope you like it my loves! thank you so much for the support! 💗

Warning: Some of the themes and contents written in this fic might be upsetting for some of the readers, read at your own risk. Some parts have strong language.

As you woke up with a throbbing pain in your head, you couldn't help but wonder if this would be a issue every time you tried to wake up normally. Frustrated, you cautiously opened your eyes, preparing for the brightness. The light made everything appear blurry, so you tried shading your eyes with your hands, but it didn't help much. Suddenly, a silhouette rushed towards you.

"You got me so worried! I can't believe you didn't took your medicine's today! I'm so angry at you" A slap out of worry hit your arm and made you more awake and more aware of your surroundings. You were in your house, with your best friend beside your bed. She must've taken you to your bed since the last thing you can recall was washing some dishes. The slippery and weird feeling in your hand was just proof. "And so glad that you're okay." Amber hugged your laying body with compassionate behavior.

You reposition yourself on the bed and lay your back on the bedstand now facing your best friend who was sitting next to you on your bed. You were in your room. Your real room.

"Are you okay? You're very quiet." With her voice you tried to collect your thoughts in one place. So you had a dream about comic characters? God, you must've been going through some shit because you rarely even dream. Maybe you were in need to feel some family support? Or you just read a lot of them last night.

"Yeah, I'm okay no worries. I just had the weirdest dream ever. I'm sorry about worrying you I'll be more careful about my medicine." but you were so sure that you took all of them today. Why would your heart react in such a way. You found yourself questioning yourself once again, falling into a familiar pattern of self-doubt and second-guessing.

"Oh I can't wait to hear about it but first i have to tell you something." She must've done something she thought was necessary but not necessarily the best idea. "I called Nate." Yes, just as you guessed. Amber must've seen the shift in your reaction and started to get panicky. "Don't blame me! I got so worried and waited for one hour but you didn't wake up so i had to call him, i didn't know what to do. he said he's on his way to come here now. Could be here any moment now." She got up from the bed and started to walk around the room in a panicking way.

But you weren't focusing on her anymore, just hearing Nate's name made your heart flutter a little bit. He was your ex. You had been inseparable from your childhood and at some point it turned into a beautiful relationship. Nate was an ambitious student who wanted to have nothing more than a wife and a job. You on the other hand, you like the possibilities life could offer you. You never had something on your mind you were just going around wherever life takes you. Spontaneous trips to places you'd like to visit, working freelance and getting paid whenever you're in need of some money, reading books and comics whenever you're free. You were a kind of woman who would post something dumb on an afternoon during weekdays which would make all of your working friends question your sanity. So it's safe to say that you guys were completely opposites.

And whoever said opposites attract, they were wrong as fuck. You needed someone to think like you. It was hard to maintain the relationship when both of your needs were completely opposite, beside your characters. You guys broke up two months ago or something like that. you weren't keeping the count.

Although it was hard to not to think about him, you always thought you made the right decision about him. You wouldn't want to keep him from living his life, and you wouldn't want him to keep you from living your life either. It was the right decision. But why were you feeling nauseous right now?

"It's okay, we were going to see each other at some point anyway." You tried to smile in a relaxing way and you must have been successful since she gave you another big hug. She was one of the kindest soul you had a chance to meet on this earth. She had beautiful ginger curly hair with a lot of freckles on her face. She had this beautiful smile that made your day better whenever you saw her. She was just the most adorable person you could ever hope for and you were glad she was your friend, your best friend to be exact.

"Okay, I'll leave you alone and give you some privacy for you to change your clothes." You rolled your eyes at her words. Yeah, you took back whatever you said about her, she was devious. "I'm not going to all doll-up for Nate, Amber." She giggled at the annoyance at your voice while she was leaving the room.

You looked around your room. How could something feel so familiar yet so strange. You felt an unexplainable feeling on your chest. It wasn't about your heart, something was different. Maybe the dream affected you more than you could admit.

As you gazed around, your attention was suddenly drawn to the batfamily poster hanging on the wall behind your desk. It was an old favorite, something you had put up about three years ago. It included all of the batfamily members. Yet, this time, there was something different about it, or rather, someone.

You rushed to get a closer look, your eyes widening in surprise. Among the familiar faces of Bruce, Jason, Dick, and Damian, there was a new addition—a girl standing beside Damian. Who was she? And why the fuck she looked like you.

"Amber?" You yelled from your room, hoping her to hear. Her voice echoed back a response, and you called out again, "What did you do to my poster?"

You heard her quick footsteps and then Amber entered your room, her expression showing annoyance at being summoned. She glanced at the poster you were holding in your hand. "It looks perfectly normal to me. I didn't touch it."

You rolled your eyes, feeling annoyed more and a bit frustrated. "I mean, who's the new character next to Damian?"

Amber looked at you as if you had said the most absurd thing you could ever say. "Are you serious right now? Is this supposed to be some kind of joke? Listen, i need to go out. I know that you're kind of excited and anxious to meet Nate and you don't want to be alone but i have to go." You turned around and saw she already dressed up. You were speechless.

"Wait, what? Are you going out? Are you going to leave me alone with Nate and excuse me but what the fuck is happening right now! Who is this girl."

She didn't say anything and left the room, leaving you without any further explanation.

You reached over your laptop and opened it. Yes, something weird was going on and you were determined to find it and what would be a better way than google. You pull your soft, white chair and sit on it while you are waiting for your laptop to be open. When it got open, you typed the batfamily and searched for it.

After like three minutes, you saw the name Viperia, even though you read a lot of comics and familiar with almost every character at that point you've never heard of her so you typed 'Viperia' on a different tab. To your surprise, there were numerous posts and messages about this character. She appeared at the same time as Damian in comics. She was snarky, cocky and definitely a pain in the ass but somehow she literally had her own fan-base. You saw a lot of websites made in the honor of her, a lot of fanarts and literally thousands of fan fiction. But how come you've never heard about her and why did she literally look like you.

"Yeah, this must be a fucking dream."

When you heard a knock from the door, you remembered you were expecting Nate. Fuck, you already have forgotten about him coming. You pulled yourself together and promised to check this after you're done with Nate. Right now you have to focus on him.

You must have been so lost on your research, you didn't realize Amber already left the house. You opened the door and you saw Nate's bright face.

Seeing him make a lot of emotions rushing to you. There was longing in your heart, you were longing for his presence. There was some kind of disappointment. You were disappointed in him, he could've made this thing go further but he didn't. He chose to give up on you and you chose to give up on your relationship.

When you break up with someone, seeing them changing does have an effect on you. You expect them to be the same but you don't realize people tend to change every now and then, especially after going through a painful break-up. You felt sad but you felt you didn't have any right to be sad, after you were the who cut the cords of that relationship. You chose your path to leave him. It was painful for you but you knew that if you didn't, it would be more painful in the future. But somehow right that moment you were looking at a completely different guy. He had a bright smile on his face just like he always does but somehow it was different, it was full of confidence. His eyes were shining like two little stars. He was radiating some kind of sunshine energy that you became addicted once. And seeing him make all of these things rush through your mind.

He had a white shirt on him, which made him look very... professional? But in a pretty way. His partly long hair was slicked back nicely. You can see his newly grow beard that he probably is going to shave tomorrow morning. Even though he looked almost the same as two months ago you realized he changed, he's much better now. He's better off without you or maybe you were just that lonely who was considering going back to her ex just because you hated being alone or a narcissist who thinks everyone is in love with her.

"Hello." His stern voice made you startled since you were, once again, wandering on your mind. "Hello, how rude I am. Come in." you stepped backwards for him to enter the house. He was looking around when you closed the wooden door and turned at him.

"You guys made some changes on this apartment huh? It looks prettier." You smile at the compliment. Always too nice.

"Yes, it was time to get rid of some old stuff." Then you realized this was not an appropriate sentence to say since it's only been two months after the break up.

You cleaned your throat and talked again: "Take a seat I'll prepare us some coffee." When you were rushing to the kitchen, you heard his footsteps right behind you. "You never really learn do you? I'm literally here for your heart and you are offering me coffee? Way to go." You laughed at his point.

It was nice to be around him. He had such a charm that could make you feel comfortable all the time. There wasn't any awkward silence around him. It was always joyful, happy and full of smiles. He was like a home for you once. Now he was just a stranger you perfectly know.

"Well, old habits die hard." At that point you literally wanted to punch yourself on your face. There were millions of words in English and somehow you always chose the one that made you sound like a heartless person.

When you were preparing the coffee he sat on a chair beside the window. It was raining again. There was no lightning or storm but just plain rain. It was the fourth day today and the weird thing is, it was middle of the fucking summer, July to be exact.

"So, your heart?" When you put on his mug, (which was adorable by the way. It was dark red with little white hearts on it.) on the little coffee table in front of him. You sat right in front of him. "Yes, I think Amber is overreacting. I'm perfectly fine." He looked at you with his brown eyes, completely scanning your body. It's like, he was trying to find evidence of you being okay. But in reality he was actually thinking about how much he missed you. He missed being around you, your presence, your voice, your scent and everything about you. He missed hearing your stupid theories about comics, he missed talking about ordinary stuff under the stars on a hill that he would take you every saturday, he missed you making him laugh so hard that he would cry, he missed you. Simply you, being you.

"Still, i think you should come to the hospital and let me examine you over there since I didn't bring a lot of stuff." You nod, perfectly aware of the fact that you simply wouldn't do something like that. You knew something was different. You experienced a lot of seizures like that and it was different and since you already took your medicine, you wouldn't bother to go again. If there's something, that would mean more medicine. But you were sure that was not the case.

Your mind went to Damian's sister again. How could this be possible. She looked exactly like you and you were wondering how she can appear on your poster. It was there for three years now and you would've noticed at some point right? Viperia... Even the name sounds so made up, you still were trying to convince yourself that you actually imagined that person. But then again, Amber said she's been there for some time. Maybe she also hallucinated.

You tried to pull your attention back on the guy sitting in front of you. Viperia was the future you problem, right now you had Nate in front of you.

"You look tired." When he stated the obvious fact you simply smiled. "Yes, it's been a long day." More like two days in one. "And I'm kind of anxious maybe that's why."

He directly looked into your eyes with such a compassionate look. If he could make your pain go away, he would in a heartbeat. It was so weird to part your ways even though you love that person. But growing up meant realizing it's important have someone who has the same mindset as you and about that, you guys were not the best. 'Love can start something but it wouldn't make something keep going.' Your mother used to say this sentence a lot whenever she and your dad argued.

He reached over your hand that was on uour your lap. When he touched you, you could feel the vibrations going around your body. It was dumb to think that you were over him but when it's you, you can never be sure and you knew that all to well.

"You know that I'm here right? It doesn't matter what time is it, if you call, I'll come." He said almost whispering. His hand traces its way through your face. Cupping one of your cheeks. No, that wasn't good. You could feel that every cell of yours longing for him but that wasn't a good idea.

"I think you should go."

He looked at you for five seconds with a disappointed look on his face. He could tell that you were uncomfortable and he didn't want to keep doing whatever he was doing. Then he take his hand off your face and stood up. "Yes, I think I should go. Thank you for the coffee. I think tomorrow morning you should visit the hospital just in case." You nodded and said 'thank you' while he was taking his stuff and going to door.

"Goodnight." He was the one who smiled as an answer this time.

As soon as you closed the door, you released the breath you didn't even you were holding until that point.

You went into your room after sitting back of the door for some time, collecting your thoughts about Nate. You needed something to take your mind off from Nate and you decided to keep researching about Viperia.

Two hours later, your mind was almost going to explode from all the information you found about her.

She was the sixth child of Batman, not a sister but twin of Damian. Raised by Bruce but also Talia too. Her name was the same as yours but she was using Viperia as an alias, which was a venomous snake. She was skilled at martial arts and she was a great assassin, maybe even better than Damian. She was quite popular with her rage and snarky comments just like Damian. She was getting along with almost every family member except Tim and you didn't find anything relating to that topic. On some fandom base sites, there were a lot of theories about them dating secretly 'why else they wouldn't even once mention about her relationship with Tim' they wrote. 'Tim never even refers to her as his sister.' You searched so deep that you even had came across a smut writing between her and Alfred which made you a little bit of uncomfortable and also scared.

You started to think how could you miss this character or did she literally appear out to nowhere in three hours?

The creator was releasing new chapters on that comic series in every two weeks. 'Batman's Daughter' was the title. It was covering the whole background starting from the birth which was crazy but useful also, since you learned that Talia literally put her in Lazarus Pit whenever she had some kind of blade cuts on the age of fucking three. No wonder that girl was total nuts but of course fun to read.

When you were doing your research your laptop's notification sound made you startled. Maybe you didn't have any resemblance with her since she could literally murder without even flinching and you were, well, getting startled from a notification sound.

It was an e-mail.

You took your laptop and stood up from the chair you've been sitting for some time now. Since you also started to get sleepy it was a good idea to going to your bed and read your mail over there.

You sat on your soft green colored sheets and opened your mail, you didn't know the person who sent you the mail. There was literally no name or anything. Just an attachment and a word on the subject part which was 'read :)'

You clicked on the attachment, even though you knew you shouldn't since it was a mail from someone unknown and you might even download a fucking virus on your laptop but however something inside of you was couraging you to open it.

It was a comic on a pdf format but it was more like a work in progress. Some parts were still empty.

The Doom of Batfamily?

That was enough for your curiosity to take over, so you started reading.

It was starting with Bruce talking with his family about some unusual murders on the city. He was suspecting someone from the League of Assassins since the murder weapon was a sword. But turns out it was Viperia who is getting more and more insane everyday because of the Lazarus pit. But it didn't even stop there, she was getting involved with some villains to trap her family one by one and killing them all, she was thinking they were on her way.

You were horrified. It was very graphical and the sketches literally showed everything explicitly. In the end, she was literally standing on all of their dead bodies, laughing histerically.

You close the laptop immediately and closed your eyes, trying once again to collect your thoughts. Everything seemed so messy right now and you didn't know what to do. Why Viperia appeared out of nowhere, Who was the sender of the mail, why is she killing all of her family, what the fuck is going on.

"Fuck, no."

Without resisting more, you give yourself in the sweet arms of sleep. You could try to solve that problem tomorrow, you needed some sleep now.

After like two minutes of sleeping you opened your eyes involuntarily since, well, you only closed them for two minutes.

"It took you long enough."

With this voice, you got scared again.

"I didn't know you like sleeping this much it's literally noon time now, wake up so we can go to my favorite cafe to have some breakfast and then feed the ducks."

You watched him in horror.

"Hey, haven't you missed your beloved brother?"

"Damian?"

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Ghosted

Ghosted - Don't You See? (Chapter 4)

Series Summary - Prince Liam fell for Riley Brooks hard and fast. A marriage filled with love and devotion was within his reach. But everything changed when she vanished just before the end of the social season. As everyone voices their concerns regarding her scandalous departure, a confession from an unlikely source turns Liam's world upside down and makes him question everything around him.

Book/Pairing - TRR- Liam x MC (Riley Brooks), Liam x Madeleine

A/N1 - This AU starts right before the beginning of the engagement tour. There is a two-month lapse between the coronation and where we pick up, but we will stray from canon. Please excuse any errors found.

Characters belong to Pixelberry

A formal tea party, hosted by the Royal family, was well underway in the gardens of the palace; the last event of the engagement tour before the court would depart for their travels across the country. A floral scent filled the air, offset by the smell of strong tea leaves as they brewed before them. A faint breeze accompanied the bright, beautiful sunny weather for the day.

After the conversation with his father the night before, Liam was trying extra hard today to be present. He did not want to stay in the past anymore, he only wanted to focus on building his relationship with the court and his people from here on out; he needed to prove that he was capable and ready to lead them.

Liam was confident in himself, until Drake and Olivia nourished the seed of doubt that he had neglected for so long. He momentarily let himself slip back into that spiral he worked so hard to pull himself out of. But Liam was determined to push all those feelings aside and move forward for the greater good of his country.

Riley was gone. This was his reality. He had to deal with it.

A cup of piping hot chios tea was set in front of Liam. He breathed in a deep breath and let the scent of the woodsy, resinous brew cloud his senses. He lifted the drink to his lips and took a small sip and let the sweet, smooth taste transport him elsewhere.

Liam groaned as he sat his cup back down in front of him. “Mmm. This is one of my favorite blends.” He addressed his audience of his father and stepmother, as well as Madeleine and her parents.

Godfrey turned his nose to the sky as he finished his first taste. “It’s acceptable.” He stated with a sour face.

Liam ignored Godfrey’s sideways remark and turned his attention to Adelaide. “Duchess? Thoughts?”

Adelaide laughed. “It could use a little something to liven it up, if you catch my drift.” She responded with a wink.

“You haven’t even tried it!” Godfrey huffed.

“So?”

Liam joined in her laughter, “I’ll give you that, Duchess.” he replied as he shook his head.

“In that case…” Adelaide trailed off and looked around the surroundings of their table.

Adelaide pulled her bag off the back of her chair and searched through it for a moment before she pulled out a small bottle containing an amber liquid. She once again looked around her to ensure nobody saw, before she nonchalantly dumped half the contents of the bottle into the cup that sat before her.

Madeleine and Godfrey both shared a mortified expression. “Mother! Really?! Have you no decorum?!” Madeleine quietly scolded.

Adelaide feigned innocence. “What do you mean? This one isn’t for me,” she said as she pushed the drink toward Liam and motioned for his.

Liam could only chuckle and exchange glasses with her. He scooted his cup over to her and watched as she emptied the rest of the contents of the bottle into her new tea, and tucked the evidence back into her purse.

Adelaide lifted her drink in the air to Liam, which he returned. He took a long sip of his spiced tea and enjoyed the new found burn he felt as it touched his tongue.

“Mmm. You were right, Adelaide. That is a significant improvement.” Liam said with a smile.

“See?” Adelaide smirked at Madeleine as she took another generous swig of her drink.

“You can’t be serious right now.” Madeleine grumbled, more so to herself than anyone else.

“I agree with you, dear.” Godfrey piped in as he continued to watch Adelaide drain her spiked tea with a mortified expression.

“Thank you! At least someone here sees sense!”

“Madeleine, let them have their moment. Nobody saw; it’s harmless enough.” Regina interjected as she chuckled a little with Liam and Adelaide. “You’ll have to find small ways to keep yourself entertained in such events as these in the future.” She added as she put a hand on Madeleine’s. “They can grow quite dull without a certain spruce to liven things up. As long as nobody gets wild, there’s no harm in a little tomfoolery.”

Godfrey rolled his eyes at the monologue happening before him, and Madeleine sat back with a huff.

“Come on, Madeleine, lighten up!” Liam expressed. He was trying incredibly hard to get past this hard, bitter shell of Madeleine’s. After all, they were getting married in just a few short weeks. Liam decided if he could get past her rough exterior, maybe he would find a better person hidden far, far underneath.

“I don’t need to lighten up. I also don’t need to be inebriated at a public event!”

“Who’s inebriated? There’s probably only half a shot in there!”

“That’s beside the point! We are at a public event, Liam! And it’s only one in the afternoon!” Madeleine emphasized.

Adelaide raised her glass and hollered. “It’s five o’clock somewhere!”

“Mother! Keep your voice down!” Madeleine quietly scolded as she grabbed her mother’s hand out of the air.

Liam laughed and pushed his glass toward Madeleine. “Come on.”

Madeleine crossed her arms over her chest and arched her brow. “No.”

Liam inched his cup closer.

“No.“

Liam scooted the drink closer with a mischievous grin.

“I said no.”

“Let your hair down a bit! One sip won’t kill you…” Liam trailed off with a smile.

“I am not drinking that!“ Madeleine shouted. She froze in place as she recognized all the surrounding commotion had stopped, as everyone looked at the head table with curious gazes.

Madeleine realized she now had to take a drink, or everyone would assume she was refusing to drink the tea being offered. She snatched Liam’s cup and lifted it to her lips, pinky high in the air. Liam silently scoffed at the show she put on, just with something as simple as drinking tea.

Every eye locked with intent on their future Queen; she took a generous swig, but as she swallowed, the hot liquid combined with the heat from the added liquor sent her throat ablaze. She started choking on the mixture, as the court watched on in fascination.

Madeleine spewed a generous amount on the table in front of her, narrowly missing Regina. The cup in her hand was forgotten as she flung it in her fit of coughs; what remained of the liquid hit the lap of her father, who sat next to her.

Godfrey gasped and flew up from his seat. “My suit!” He exclaimed as he grabbed his napkin and attempted to pat himself off.

Constantine and Regina watched the scene unfold in front of them with stoic expressions. Liam had to hide his smile behind a fist, but Adelaide did not even attempt to hide her laughter.

“Father! I’m so sorry! I-I” Madeleine frantically stammered as she regained her composure. Liam handed her the handkerchief he had in his pocket with one hand, while the other remained cemented in place over his mouth.

Madeleine snatched it from him with narrowed eyes. “Thanks.”

Liam watched as Madeleine frantically patted her father’s suit; Godfrey ultimately swatted her hand away and stormed back toward the palace with Adelaide behind him, still chuckling to herself.

“Penelope!” Madeleine snapped her fingers, and to Liam’s displeasure, the woman appeared out of nowhere.

“Y-yes?”

“Dry me off.” Madeline demanded through clenched teeth, yet never once letting the thin lined smile leave her lips. Penelope quickly gathered all the napkins she could find and frantically attempted to pat Madeleine’s dress.

After a few moments, Madeleine shooed Penelope away and returned to her seat. She turned to Liam and snapped, “Happy?“

“What did I do?”

“I listened to you, and now look.”

Liam shrugged his shoulders. “I didn’t do anything. You could’ve picked up your own glass, since they look the same.”

Madeleine scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Of course you don’t take responsibility for your own actions.”

Liam’s forced uplifted mood vanished, “What did you just say?” he narrowed his gaze on her, which she returned with her own.

Constantine saw the shift in Liam and knew he needed to intervene. “Come now, enough of this bickering. We’ve had a suitable day, let’s not spoil that. Besides, it’s time for the two of you to address the crowd and conclude the tea service.”

Although neither wanted to relent, they both knew Constantine was right. And especially now, Liam was ready to finish and retreat to his quarters until he absolutely had to resurface.

Liam broke his gaze from Madeleine and nodded to his father. He stood from his seat and walked to where Madeleine sat and reluctantly extended a hand to her. She quickly took it and stood, despite her irritation.

The two walked to the front of the gathered court and Liam lifted his hand to get the attention of everyone. “Thank you for joining us here today. We’re thrilled to have you all here.” He said with a fake, but polite grin, and turned to Madeleine to give her a chance to speak.

Madeleine returned his smile with her own version. “As His Majesty said, we’re absolutely elated to host all of Cordonia’s noble houses and representatives from the duchies as we embark on this grand adventure.”

Liam nodded his head and retook the speech. “As we prepare for our departure from the capital, it is our hope that we can form bonds and alliances with all of you. Your support means the world to us, as we would not be here without it.”

Liam stopped as applause filled the air. He and Madeleine stood with their smiles plastered on their faces while they waited for the moment to pass.

As it did, Madeleine picked up where Liam left off. “Keeping the duchies united under our rule is our very top priority. A stable country is a thriving country.” She stated. She turned to Liam and narrowed her eyes; it was subtle, but Liam saw it. “Stability is of the utmost importance, isn’t that right, darling?“

Her tone took Liam aback, but he remained aware of the crowd of people fixated on them. “Of course,” he answered through clenched teeth. He briefly narrowed his eyes back at Madeleine, who had a slight smirk on her face.

Madeleine turned back to the crowd. “Please, enjoy our hospitality until we gather again for the Apple Banquet in just a few days.”

The sound of claps filled the air once more, but Liam could only stand next to Madeleine and keep his face in a thin lined smile.

As nobles filtered inside, Liam pulled Madeleine aside. “What the hell was that?” He growled.

Madeleine feigned innocence. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. I don’t know what your game is, but I’m not playing.”

“Game?” Madeleine snickered. “There’s no game, Liam. But the people need to know where our loyalties lie, do they not?”

Liam scoffed. “I actually try to give you a chance, and this is how you act?” He shook his head and looked away from her.

“Me?! You-“

“I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, even though I’m very aware of the scales you have for flesh. And you chose to try to sabotage me? After all the work I’ve had to do to repair my image?!”

“And whose fault is that Liam?”

“Excuse me?” Liam’s brows shot to the sky as he whipped around to face her again.

Before either could continue their argument, Constantine interrupted them. “Eyes are still watching. Be mindful.” He said as he looked at both with a stern glare.

Liam and Madeleine continued their standoff for a few moments before Madeleine broke it. She turned on her heel and took off toward the palace, Penelope appearing behind her instantly. Liam stood with his father as the last of the nobles filtered inside.

Constantine turned to Liam. “Perhaps you should refrain from juvenile antics in the future. Despite what your stepmother said, you should know better than to entertain any idea from Adelaide.” He sneered.

Liam didn’t even try to hide the irritation he felt. “Seriously? So this is my fault? What about Madeleine’s little stunt?”

“Although she embarrassed herself, I’m sure she can spin this in her favor.”

Liam narrowed his eyes at Constantine. “No, I’m talking about her not-so-subtle jab at me during our speech.”

“Jab?”

“She threw in that stability bullshit to try to throw me off!”

Constantine returned Liam’s glare. “That bullshit should not ‘throw you off’, Liam. She only emphasized to the court what I keep trying to tell you.” He turned around and stormed away.

Liam could only stare at his father's back with a dumbfounded expression; even when he tried to be happy and engaged, somehow, he found himself on the brunt end of an unnecessary lecture.

Between those, Madeleine’s snake showing, and the late-night turmoil he kept experiencing, he was clueless as to how he was going to manage throughout the rest of the tour.

Later that night, Liam sat inside his quarters nursing a glass of scotch. The only sounds that filled the vicinity were the noise of the crackling fire that roared in front of him. Per usual, Liam’s mind wandered as he pondered the what ifs of his life up to that point; he could turn the switch off, but only for so long before his mind ultimately won the battle in the quiet confines of his solitude.

Liam sighed, sat up, and reached for his cufflinks. He undid them and started loosening his tie when he heard a knock at his door. He rolled his eyes and looked that way but made no attempt to get up. When the sound came again, he reluctantly stood and slowly made his way over to the entryway.

When Liam opened the door, he found Drake standing next to a clearly nervous Maxwell. Liam felt a brief bout of uncertainty as he recalled the last conversation he had with Drake, but ultimately welcomed both men with open arms.

“Gentlemen! Please, come in! Maxwell, it’s good to see you!” Liam ushered both men inside, but stopped Maxwell and embraced him. “It’s been a long time, Max.”

Maxwell returned the gesture but didn’t respond. He only shook his head in acknowledgement with his gaze trained to the floor.

The three men crossed the threshold and sat around the fireplace; Maxwell and Drake sat on the couch as Liam made his way over to the bar cart to prepare them all a drink. As Liam sat down, an awkward silence overtook the group. Liam and Drake both eyed Maxwell suspiciously as they watched him fidget in his spot.

Maxwell had spent the first few events of the tour in a corner with Bertrand, away from the limelight. He hadn’t seen Liam since his coronation, but some of the things Drake told Maxwell made him worried about how Liam would see him; he was terrified Liam was going to blame him, the same as Bertrand did. Maxwell was truly hesitant about showing up with Drake, but Drake assured him Liam would not be upset by his presence.

Maxwell wrung his hands together in his lap as he felt Liam and Drake’s curious eyes on him. He suddenly blurted out, “I’m sorry Liam! Okay? I’m sorry!”

Liam furrowed his brows. “What? What for Max?”

Maxwell looked away and quietly responded. “For Riley…”

“I do not blame you one bit for her indiscretions. I know your house’s reputation has taken quite a toll from all this, and I’m certain you would not have purposefully brought her here unless you believed in her. If anything, I possibly owe you an apology for the press and court reacting the way they did towards you.”

“Really?” Maxwell sniffed.

“Yes, really. We’ve been friends far too long to let something like this come in between us. I know your heart was in the right place.”

Maxwell’s eyes filled with tears. “Thank you, Liam. I’ve been so worried you hated me…”

“I could never hate you, Maxwell. Especially not for someone else’s actions.”

Liam stood and embraced Maxwell in a tight hug. As they parted, Maxwell wiped his cheeks and thanked Liam again; he felt a wave of relief that his friends didn’t consider him to be a failure, like Bertrand did.

“So… I saw that entire ordeal with good ole’ Maddy and Godfrey today…” Drake trailed off with a wide grin as his friends took their seats once more.

“What? What ordeal?” Maxwell asked. He hadn’t been close enough to witness the event for himself.

Drake chuckled. “Oh man, you missed it! She spit tea and dumped some of it on her dad!”

Maxwell’s eyes widened. “No way!”

“Adelaide had given me a uh, ‘special surprise‘ in my tea, and Madeleine screwed herself into sampling it. Although, I was trying pretty hard to get her to...” Liam trailed off with a mischievous grin. “I don’t know what it was, but clearly Madeleine couldn’t handle it.”

Drake and Maxwell laughed harder; Liam joined them for a moment, but slowly stopped. Drake noticed and saw a flash of anger cloud Liam’s features. “What’s wrong, Li? That shit was hilarious!”

Liam sighed. “No, I know. It’s just after our speech was over, my father made sure to tell me how I needed to refrain from such ‘juvenile antics’.”

“What? She’s the one who choked!”

“Tell me about it! Yet it’s still my fault. And don’t even get me started about her little stunt at the end.” Liam answered as he shook his head.

Maxwell chimed in. “Even Bertrand questioned that. She looked… vengeful.”

“I agree. She wanted to throw me off.”

“Seems to me like little Miss Maddy needs to be put in her place. If only a certain someone was a King and could do that…” Drake trailed off as he gave Liam a knowing look.

“I wish.” Liam said in a quiet tone before he changed the subject. “So, tell me how you’ve been since we last hung out.”

The three men sat and caught up over the past couple of months they had spent apart. Maxwell told Liam about Bertrand's reaction to everything and the treatment he had been enduring since then; Liam said he would speak to Bertrand and try to get him to ease up. Liam mentioned his life engaged to Madeleine, as well as an update on his father’s battle with cancer. He also told them about the upcoming engagement tour, filling them in on their destinations and events throughout the duchies. He briefly spoke of about preparations that still needed to be made for the upcoming Apple Banquet, as well as the newly added charity event in Portavira.

Liam was glad at that moment he opened the door. The room felt like it used to, before Riley Brooks had come and torn apart their lives in different ways. It was fun and uplifted, aside from Maxwell’s teary apology. Liam actually felt like he needed this, even if he hadn’t realized it before.

But as they approached the subject of Applewood, Drake figured this was as good a time as any to reason with Liam. “Speaking of Applewood…”

“Yes?”

“We were gonna go early… check out Riley’s room-“

Liam rolled his eyes and grumbled to himself. “This again.” That aura of calm and relaxation he had been enjoying immediately shattered.

Drake sat forward. “Liam just hear me out-”

“What, do you have Maxwell in on your ‘investigation’ now, too?”

Maxwell quietly spoke. “Actually…”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me!” Liam huffed as he rubbed his temples.

“You said you weren’t mad at me because I believed in her, but I never stopped believing in her, Liam! I couldn’t do anything about it with Bertrand breathing down my neck!”

Liam’s irritation momentarily subsided as he felt a flicker of pity for Maxwell. He knew how rough of a time it had been for House Beaumont, and then to hear of the treatment Maxwell had endured since; he felt sympathetic for his friend at that moment.

Liam sighed. “Maxwell, I know you want to have some of this adverse publicity taken off of you and your house, but the fact still remains-”

“I don’t care if the press drags me through the mud! They already have been! The damage has been done!” Maxwell exclaimed as he stood from his seat. “Nothing will change that! But if we can find out what happened and clear her name for her sake, then I’m all for it! I don’t have anything to lose!” He hollered; arms spread wide open.

“Well, I do!” Liam yelled as he stood from his seat to match Maxwell’s energy, positioning himself face to face. “I have everything to lose, in case any of you fucking forgot!” He jabbed a finger at Maxwell’s chest.

Drake shot up from his seat and placed himself the best he could between them. He put a hand on each man, “Guys! Calm down! I know we’re all feeling a lot, but this is not the answer!” he spoke in a stern but quiet tone.

The moment hung for what felt like hours. Both men stood and held each other’s intense glares, faces red with exasperation. Their breaths mimicked one another’s coming in short, rapid spurts; their noses would practically touch if not for the wedge of Drake between them.

Finally, Maxwell broke. His face crumbled from his angered state to tears forming at the corner of his eyes. His lip quivered as he spoke. “Look, Liam. I don’t want to argue. I don’t. I-I’m sorry I got so upset. It’s just…” He trailed off and plopped back down onto the couch behind him.

Liam’s face remained agitated, but as Maxwell sat, Liam felt himself waver. He watched as Maxwell fought to keep his emotions under control; Maxwell sniffed loudly and wiped his cheeks, and Liam felt sympathetic all over again for Maxwell, given everything he had been through since Riley left. His features finally softened, and he retook his seat. Drake slowly lowered himself back into his spot but sat towards the edge, just in case.

Maxwell continued, “I want to believe there’s hope. Finding out all of this was a setup would change things for everyone involved, not just me. I won’t lie and say the thought of having Bertrand off my back doesn’t sound great, but that’s not the only reason I want to look into this.” He sat forward and looked Liam directly in the eye. “Do you really want to marry Madeleine?”

“Well no, of course not! But what does that have to do with this?”

“Don’t you see? If we can prove someone set Riley up, we can find her! Try to bring her back here! You can-”

“Bastien searched for her!” Liam interrupted in an irritated tone. “I keep saying that and it’s like nobody is-”

“We have to try again,” Maxwell whispered, with tears in his eyes. “I don’t care if Bastien searched every single database in the world. We should check again. Then again, and again. As many times as it takes until we find her.”

“Li, what happened to the guy who wanted to pick Olivia and keep looking?” Drake asked.

“He got some clarity to the situation.” Liam quickly retorted.

“That’s bullshit, Liam! You know it, we all know it! You two were obnoxiously in love! It was nauseating! She did not leave you for Tariq!”

“Things change. People change.”

“Liam, you are all she talked about!” Maxwell interjected. “She constantly talked about you, and not just the court or what we expected of her; she talked about you, Liam! How deeply she felt about you! How much she cared! She never, at any point, questioned her decision to leave behind her entire life. She only talked about how excited she was to be here with you.”

Liam shook his head and looked away but stayed silent.

“Liam, that girl was madly in love with you; point blank. Everyone could see it. She did not abandon you!” Drake emphasized. “What if something happened to her? What if she got hurt? You know firsthand what can happen if someone gets targeted, and the nobility is involved…”

Liam knew Drake was referring to his mother. He perceived Drake's mention of the incident to be a low blow or manipulation tactic, which made him feel irritated for a split second. However, the sideways thought quickly faded, instead replaced with concern. He kept his face in a flat expression, careful not to give any indication to the dismay he was currently experiencing. But internally, a plethora of what ifs ran rampant through his mind; each one worse than the one before it. He had to focus intently to keep his heart rate steady.

This is silly, they’re just reaching for a solution… Nothing more. Liam thought to himself.

Liam put his hands together in front of him and took a deep breath before he began. “I’ve been fighting with myself since she left to make sense of this. I won’t lie and say a part of me doesn’t want to believe it’s all been a farce, because I do. I would love nothing more than to prove her innocence and find her, but what if she doesn’t want to be found? What if she intentionally left, regardless of how she spoke about me?” He shook his head and looked away. “I can’t put myself back in that position, not now. There is an entire country counting on me. I must exhibit stability, and to put myself back in that vulnerable scenario will only add to the humiliation I’ve already endured.” He added quietly.

“How about this, then?” Drake answered. “The tour is going to Applewood in a few days anyway, so let’s head out early and search. If we don’t find anything, we’ll drop it.”

“Drake, I just told you-“

“I know what you said, but I also know you. The only reason you even believe this bullshit against her is because everyone around you made you think you had to. Tell me I’m wrong.” Drake said in a confident tone.

Liam remained silent.

“Or, you think you have something to be ashamed of for reacting the way you did. I don’t give a fuck what anybody tells you; you are allowed to feel things. Does it suck that it happened so publicly? Absolutely. But then, doesn’t that raise the question of why that particular story ran at that specific moment? She was already gone! Why not run it after she left, or at the Bash?”

Again, silence from Liam.

Drake continued. “Liam, I know you’ve had it pounded into your head to put your country first, and you’ve done that your entire life. But do me a favor, subtract your Crown from the equation.” Liam’s brows furrowed in confusion, but Drake sat further forward to really try to get his point across to Liam. “Just this one time, don’t think about Liam the King, think about Liam the man. What does he want to do?”

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prismsassortmentofocs · 3 months ago

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(OOC: @prismaticstarshch here again lol

this is more or less a "master blog" for all of my OCs, any of the ones with hyperlinks attached to their names already have separate RP blogs

anyways, rules:

Respect basic DNI

No NSFW, suggestive is fine though

Shipping/romantic asks will be approached with discretion as some of my OCs who will appear here are either already being shipped with other characters or are siblings

How in-character stuff:

Characters will have names appear before their in-character text

Actions will be written in third-person if multiple characters are present

In-character posts will be tagged with the name(s) of the character(s) who appear in them

OCs available for asks (sorted by fandoms):

Arcane Odyssey (some info can be found here)

Abigail Quill (protagonist stand-in, she's the one to ask about canon stuff!) (she/her)

Aisha Sectonia (she/her)

Zoey Yagami (she/her)

Aura Moonsilver (she/her)

Amber Winchester (she/her)

Elvira Rivers (she/her)

Cleo Tempest (she/her)

Sirena Corvus (she/her)

Novalie Archon (she/her)

Phighting (some info can be found here)

Bow, Phoenix, and Heartsong (all she/her) (Thieves' Den, Lost Temple, and Playground, respectively)

Pickaxe (she/her) (Lost Temple)

Hex (he/him) (Blackrock)

Gatling Blaster (she/her) (Blackrock)

Crimson (she/her) (Blackrock)

Candy Bomb (she/her) (Playground)

Mallet (he/him) (Playground)

Flamethrower (he/him) (Playground)

Terra (she/her) (Thieves' Den)

Revolver (he/him) (Lost Temple)

Obsidian Pickaxe (she/her) (Lost Temple)

Emerald Pickaxe (she/her) (neutral)

Ghostsong (she/her) (neutral)

Seasong (she/her) (AU ver. of Playground)

Stormbow & Captain Pickaxe (both she/her) (nameless small faction)

Starry Sky AU Collective (pronouns provided in pinned) (varying factions)

Regretevator

Starla (she/her)

Pressure

Angelle Grant (she/her)

Terraria Calamity

Dianna Whitlock (she/her)

World of Magic (A Rewritten Ver.)

Adrista Grey (she/her)

Aiza Drake (she/her)

Emma Dove (she/her)

Murder Drones

Prismas Dueller (she/her)

Serial Designation Iota (he/him)

Serial Designation Sigma (she/her)

Cave Story

Ellipsis (she/her)

Roblox RP Game Characters

Alicia "Alice" Mallory West (Lunar Will) (she/her)

Chance Dalton Porter (Lunar Will) (he/him)

Adrienne Cade (Globelore 2) (she/her)

Asthenia (Globelore 2) (she/her)

Yumeko Kato (Zaibatsu) (she/her)

Kara Sakura (Zaibatsu) (she/her)

Juniper Browning (Zaibatsu) (she/her)

Mari Jones (Zaibatsu) (she/her)

Non-Fandom

Red (Sparks of Dissent) (she/her)

Demetria "Demi" Walker (Sparks of Dissent) (she/her)

Marcelyn "Marcy" Byrne (Sparks of Dissent) (she/her)

Soleil (The Aether Project) (she/her)

Aletheia (The Aether Project (she/her)

Sariel (The Aether Project) (she/her)

Uriel (The Aether Project) (he/him)

Gabrielle (The Aether Project) (she/her)

Raphael (The Aether Project) (he/him)

Michelle (The Aether Project) (she/her)

Nadira, High Lady of the Aetheran Corruption (The Aether Project) (she/her)

Nihilida, the Tainted General (The Aether Project) (she/her)

Mackenzie Ambrose, High Lady of the White Court (The Aether Project) (she/her)

Johannes Dragonhardt, High Lord of the White Court (The Aether Project) (he/him)

Rosa Ardenti, High Lady of the Lucidus Order (The Aether Project) (she/her)

Mae Meadows (The Elysium Academy) (she/her)

Raven Quincy (The Elysium Academy) (she/her)

Astaroth Caelus (The Elysium Academy) (she/her)

Suzuko Tanaka (The Elysium Academy) (she/her)

Korina "Kori" Johnson (Sparks of Dissent) (she/her)

Starfarer Lyra (Project: Celestial Apotheosia) (she/her)

Starfarer Lucia (Project: Celestial Apothesia) (she/her)

Huntress Avalon (Project: Celestial Apothesia) (she/her)

Luna Harper (Project: Celestial Apothesia) (she/her)

Lenora (Cosmic Convergence) (she/her)

PD!Red/"Ignia" (Parasitic Dreams AU) (she/her)

Science Fantasy AU Red (nameless science fantasy AU) (she/her)

Some important dynamics info and other notes:

Abigail is in a canon x OC ship with Edward Kenton

Abigail is enemies with Aisha

Cleo is Aisha's quartermaster

Zoey, Aura, Amber, and Elvira are part of the same crew, of which Zoey is the captain

Aura is Zoey's quartermaster and girlfriend

Elvira is apothisexual (sex-repulsed ace)

Prismas and Iota are dating

Sigma is aroace

Sariel, Uriel, Gabrielle, Raphael, and Michelle are siblings (Sariel and Uriel are twins, with Sariel being slightly older and Uriel being slightly younger, Gabrielle is the second-oldest, Raphael is the oldest, and Michelle is the youngest)

Alice and Chance are dating

More will be added at some point, this is just what I'm starting off with lol

oh and btw- OC lore will be provided on an "as we go" basis, there is way too much for me to just write out and summarize without getting burnt out)

#blog info #important

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cuddl3s4shur1 · 2 years ago

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Infurnami~

Shuri x Scientist Fem Y/N

Note:This story was based off of the song by Steve lacy also I’m lazy af so there are so many fucking spelling or grammar errors but uh enjoy this story

Summary: Your ex shuri is your boss and all she does is pick at you today is the day to confront her about it until you realize how much you still have feelings for each other Enjoy !

Back Story

You work at the lap with queen shuri great right . WRONG. Especially when she has been your ex for a while to be exact 5 months. Why where you so mad about this because shuri is your boss .When you would get the tiniest itty bitty problem in your work Shuri would make you stay for an extra hour to fix it. This was so hard for you due to you not wanting ANY contact with her.You could tell she was picking on you a week after the break .Why because due to this one girl named Daniya who messed up big time she took and and stole vibranuim and GAVE IT TO THE USA FOR FREE.Shuri was all like “no biggie your just going to have to work more and your demoted “. BUT you know you had like a grammar error in your paper shuri had made you do .Shuri got so made she gave you a whole ass speech on why that is bad for her look . Like be so fucking for real you ain’t say that to daniya but nah you want to say it to me . You where fucking tired of her ass picking on you so you decided to talk to her .

Present Day.

You where pissed but happy today you where going to expose your boss .You where kinda iffy though due to it being your 3 year work anniversary. over all you where happy knowing your besties where going to do something hella special for it . You decided to listen to something chill for your shower . You decided to play Infurnami you loved that song but hated it .You loved the vibe but hated it do to it being the song you and shuri loved . You where overall petty like that and proud .

You started your shower off playing “Just hold on where going home “ by drake you got the scent you wanted for today . It was Midnight Amber Glow” it was so calm and suddle . You got in the shower checking the time on your phone.

You Shuffled your playlist and that’s when you concert really started .Drake got crowd hype but now it started With Infurnami by Steve lacy . You sang the song with your heart and than you vibed the whole time .You sang your heart Due to this song meaning a lot to you .Sometimes you wonder is she still felt the same way about the song like the way you do. After you “World tour” you put on lotion body butter and shea moisturizer .You checked the time 8:35 am .

All you had to do was get dressed and that was you decided to wear a tanish white top and skirt the shirt was a long sleeve sweater material and your skirt was the same material and color as your shirt and you where a long midi skirt . You whore a tan coat and tan boots with a white purse and glasses .your makeup look was so simple but cute and your hair black and 30 inches straight .after make up hair and your outfit it was 8:55. You had to go, you knew your boss was going to be hella petty when you got there . You FaceTime your two besties you work with while going to your all black jeep. “Heyyy girl you happy “my one friend Mira said. “I’m iffy I’m finna be late and you know how shuri finna be “ I say in a annoyed tone . My other friend mari talk “ she is bro “ he say in a annoyed way .”I’ll see y’all at work” they both say “k” and we hang up my music starts to play “Luv this shit” by august Alaina starts .”isn’t this the dude jayda had an entanglement with “ you question . A few songs later you make it to work .

You find your parking spot and begin to park it . You get out the car with your white purse and walk in the lab “happy 3 year y/n” you hear scattered around “thank you”. you make your way to the elevator and before it closes “Boss wanted to talk to you “ you hear muffled .Great just fucking great you wanted to talk to her not the other way around . You get off on the floor she was on .you stood right in front of her office door .Hearing muffled talking and possible music . You knock on the door hearing the possible music stop . “Come in “ Shuri said you open the door and proceed to walk in “ Oh y/n it’s you “ . “I mean yeah it’s me you called me to come hear you take off your coat and sit down “ you say sarcastically . “Yeah I did,First congrats on your 3 year “ you cut her off “thank you “ you force a smile . “Second ima going to have you stay till 9:00 pm” you cut her off again and you knew inside it triggered her “First im leaving at 1:00 and not coming back until tomorrow Second ima need you to stop picking on me” you finish your sentence. “Pick on you I do not “ shuri bluffs.“Lies,ever sense we have broke up you have been picking on me making me stay longer than others because of a small ass spelling error and not only that I could spill water and you get a whole fit it’s like you give me more attention than when we where together “ . shuri had nothing to stay she knew you where right . “Any work before I leave at 1:00 “ you say while standing up getting ready to leave .”Yeah I need some papers done by 10:30 “ shuri says while doing her favorite sitting position the man spread while leaning back . “Where are the papers “ you question her . Shuri gets some papers from her drawer and place them on the desk .You walk over to the other side of the desk to get the papers .You could tell she did this on purpose because she put them on the middle of her desk and even if you would stretch you would miss them by a inch . “Exscue me “ you say while scooching towards the middle of the desk .”you get the papers and scooch out from the desk and shuri . “Is this it ?” You ask while Turing to look at her . “Yes ,For now” you begin to turn and you got your coat from the chair and walked out if her office .You closed the door on your way out and waited before walking off .Thats when you heard You and shuris song . You started to remember the good moments.You than walk off the elevator to head to your office

Once you made it to your office you saw Decor you let up a little smile . You turned on the leds in your office and put on your do not disturb poster in your door . You Bluetooth your phone to your leds. You open Musi and click shuffle on you chill playlist . “Sorrows by Bryson Tiler” you got in the vibe.it was now 9:30 and this had to be done at 10:30.For shuri that means before 10:30 and not exact 10:30 . You listen to many songs and you finished at 10:25 .

You begin to get the papers in a stack and pick them up.You than get out of your office and walk to the elevator.You hear the ding and begin to walk to shuris office when getting close still hearing the song. Without knocking you open the door . “Why are you listening to are song on repeat “ you ask demanding an answer .You walk over to the desk and place the papers down.Shuri begins to pause the song .”I can explain y/n I promise “ shuri said hesitantly “Than what is it then why do you listen to are song on repeat and keep pick on me”Shuri gets up while You’re talking You begin to feel her hands on your waist. You want to pull her off but you miss this feeling .”I connect with the lyrics he’s right I was blind to see that my love is right here “ shuri says while hugging you “I miss you shuri but we can only fix are old issues if we communicate.

“Can we go out to eat and talk about this “ shuri asks

“My place 9:30 ,see you soon doll” you tell shuri seductively

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honey-minded-hivemind · 1 year ago

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⛰🐉Jade Mountain Academy⏳📜 AU Names, Winglets, and Job/Position List...

(Note: So, here's the thing. I realized, oh, wow, there aren't enough kids/teens in one X-Men series media that will cover the amount needed for the winglets... So, I did the best I could, and found enough to cover three winglets full of ten members, one from each tribe. This series combines parts from the Animated Series and Evolution. This is its own new thing, not quiet one or the other. For some characters, like Jubilee, Gambit, and Sabretooth, I prefer to imagine their Animated Series look and dynamics. For others like Wolverine, Magneto, and the majority of the students, I'm imagining Evolution. And a few are combined. Just imagine your preferred form of the character, okay? Enjoy!)

Teachers:

• Charles Xavier/Professor Xavier: NightWing

• Name: Charitable

• Description: night black scales with hints of gray; the silver scales of his wings curl inward, like a shell; sharp gray-blue eyes; partially paralyzed tail, which makes flying difficult; cares for the students; is the headmaster, but also runs the library, and teaches literature

• Ororo Munroe/Storm: SeaWing

• Name: Monsoon

• Description: sea foam green scales; pearl green webbing; mist blue eyes; aunt of Ebb; motherly; teaches music and culture

• Logan Howlett/Wolverine: HiveWing

• Name: Leafcutter

• Description: warm amber orange scales zig-zagged with thick lines of iridescent black; black scales around eyes; deep brown eyes; father of Lacewing; possibly related to Velvet; secretly cares for the students; teaches history and art

• Hank McCoy/Beast: SilkWing

• Name: Burgundy

• Description: twilight blue, maple brown, and cloud gray scales; has large wings spotted with lemon yellow, deep indigo, and warm sepia; soft blue-brown eyes; large; big talons; warm; polite; teaches science

• Raven Darkholme/Mystique: RainWing

• Name: Ravishing

• Description: vivid blue and blood red scales dappled with cream and gold; goldfish-gold eyes; master of disguise; a bit scary; Karner's mother, and Roguethought's adopted mother; teaches anatomy and health

• Victor Creed/Sabretooth: HiveWing

• Name: Velvet

• Description: amber orange, pale yellow, and caramel scales striped with fuzzy swathes of black; amber yellow eyes; giant; intense; age is unknown; possibly related to Leafcutter; teaches hunting and self-defense

• Erik Lehnsherr/Magnus/Magneto: LeafWing

• Name: Machineel

• Description: gray-green scales dappled with faded gold; lichen green-tinged membranes; pale green eyes; old friend of Charitable, possibly used to date; older; father of Scarab and Pieris; teaches math, and is a substitute for history, often helps Charitable in the library

Winglets:

Jade:

• HiveWing: Reader

• Name: ... (Bumblebee, Firefly, Dauber, Jewel?)

• Description: ink black scales dappled with honey yellow and warm orange scales; honey golden eyes; has a tail stinger; cautious; compassionate; intelligent; shares a sleeping cave with Jackal

• IceWing: Bobby Drake/Iceman

• Name: Blizzard

• Description: ice blue scales tinged with frost white; sky blue eyes; funny; shares a sleeping cave with Ebb and Karner

• LeafWing: Jean Grey/Marvel Girl/Phoenix

• Name: Jessamine

• Description: emerald green scales; pinkish-red membranes; soft green eyes; kind; acts as an older sister towards the Jade Winglet, except for Scarp, whom she is dating; shares a sleeping cave with Roguethought and Kumquat

• MudWing: Remy LeBeau/Gambit:

• Name: Reed

• Description: ruddy brown scales; tall; reddish-brown eyes; has a Southern accent; charming; is dating Roguethought; shares a sleeping cave with Scarp

• NightWing: Anne-Marie/Rogue

• Name: Roguethought

• Description: ebony black scales with stray silver scales; the silver scales on her wings spiral outward; dark brown eyes; was born under one full moon; is a mind-reader, who is averse to touch due to it enhancing her power; wears jade green gloves; has a Southern accent; dating Reed; shares a sleeping cave with Jessamine and Kumquat;

• RainWing: Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat

• Name: Kumquat

• Description: lilac purple and blush pink scales; pale pink eyes; sunny; is a vegetarian; shares a sleeping cave with Jessamine and Roguethought

• SandWing: Jubilation Lee/Jubilee

• Name: Jackal

• Description: golden scales with darker triangle patterns across her wings; warm brown eyes; bubbly; wears a pink scarf; shares a sleeping cave with ... (Reader)

• SeaWing: Evan Daniels/Spyke

• Name: Ebb

• Description: ocean green scales; lake foam green webbing; light green eyes; lithe; nephew of Monsoon; shares a sleeping cave with Blizzard and Karner

• SilkWing: Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler

• Name: Karner

• Description: dusk blue scales with freckles of wine red and pale gold; golden-yellow eyes; wears a silver cuff; son of Ravishing; part RainWing; shares a sleeping cave with Blizzard and Ebb

• SkyWing: Scott Summers/Cyclops

• Name: Scarp

• Description: ruby red scales; pale russet eyes; has to wear red quartz glasses due to an eye condition; acts as an older brother to most of the Jade Winglet, except for Jessamine, whom he is dating; Alp's older brother; shares a sleeping cave with Reed

Gold:

• HiveWing: Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

• Name: Scarab

• Description: carmine red and jet black scales, dappled like ink-blots; part LeafWing; stand-offish; Machineel's daughter; Pieris' twin sister; has a painful, venomous bite; cares about Pieris; older twin; shares a sleeping cave with Bromeliad

• IceWing: Piotr Rasputin/Colossus

• Name: Caribou

• Description: bright silver scales; warm blue eyes; friendly; large; has a Russian accent; older brother of Crystal; protective of everyone; shares a sleeping cave with Warwinner

• LeafWing: Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver

• Name: Pieris

• Description: pale gray-green scales, akin to lichen and moss; arrogant; part HiveWing; Machineel's son; Scarab's twin brother; cares about Scarab; younger twin; shares a sleeping cave with Armadillo

• MudWing: Fred "Freddy" Dukes/Blob

• Name: Fern

• Description: clay yellow-brown scales; big; acts as an older brother to Tide; slight accent; shares a sleeping cave with Tide

• NightWing: Warren Worthington the 3rd/Angel

• Name: Warwinner

• Description: blueish-black and gray scales; wings have silver scales splashed out like speckles on a dove; is a strong flier; shares a sleeping cave with Caribou

• RainWing: Tabitha "Tabby" Smith/Boom-Boom

• Name: Bromeliad

• Description: strawberry red and pink scales with sunny yellow accents; loud; tangerine orange eyes; shares a sleeping cave with Scarab

• SandWing: Lance Alvers/Avalanche

• Name: Armadillo

• Description: dusty khaki scales with diamond patterns down his spine akin to a viper; chocolate brown sail; shiny black eyes; shares a sleeping cave with Pieris

• SeaWing: Todd Tolanksy/Toad

• Name: Tide

• Description: eel-green scales; yellow-green eyes; tiny; is like a younger brother to Fern; shares a sleeping cave with Fern

• SilkWing: St. John Allerdyce/Pyro

• Name: Polyphemus

• Description: sunset orange, bright yellow, and deep red scales; is a flamesilk; has gone through Metamorphosis; has an Australian accent; likes to char the food he eats; shares a sleeping cave with Alp

• SkyWing: Alex Summers/Havok

• Name: Alp

• Description: pale orange and gold scales like a sunrise; goldfish-orange eyes; Scarp's younger brother; has a slight accent; shares a sleeping cave with Polyphemus

Quartz:

• HiveWing: Laura Kinney/X-23/Wolverine 2.0

• Name: Lacewing

• Description: honey orange scales with thin zig-zags of iridescent black scales; black scales band her eyes; brown-green eyes; daughter of Leafcutter; small; fierce; shares a sleeping cave with Crystal

• IceWing: Illyana Rasputin/Magik

• Name: Crystal

• Description: moon white scales with hints of sky blue; cool blue eyes; has a Russian accent; Caribou's younger sister; is the oldest of the Silver Winglet; protective of them; shares a sleeping cave with Lacewing

• LeafWing: James "Jamie" Maddox/Multiple

• Name: Jumbie

• Description: bright leaf green scales with hints of bronze; wood brown eyes; youngest student; shares a sleeping cave with Ferocious and Fruit Bat

• MudWing: Rahne Sinclair/Wolfsbane

• Name: Woodduck

• Description: hazelnut brown scales; sees the Quartz Winglet as her sibs; hazel eyes; shares a sleeping cave with Desert and Maroon

• NightWing: Forge

• Name: Ferocious

• Description: dark charcoal black scales; the silver scales on his wings are in starburst patterns; gray eyes; tinkers with metal; shares a sleeping cave with Jumbie and Fruit Bat

• RainWing: Ray Crisp/Berserker

• Name: Fruit Bat

• Description: lightning yellow and ginger scales with acidic green stripes; lime green eyes; caring; shares a sleeping cave with Jumbie and Ferocious

• SandWing: Danielle "Dani" Moonstar/Mirage

• Name: Desert

• Description: tawny scales covered in brown flecks; deep brown eyes; wears a pendant necklace; shares a sleeping cave with Wooduck and Maroon

• SeaWing: Samuel "Sam" Guthrie/Cannonball

• Name: Snail

• Description: navy blue-gray scales; pale blue webbing; stormcloud-blue eyes; has a slight accent; thin; polite; shares a sleeping cave with Swift

• SilkWing: Roberto da Costa/Sunspot

• Name: Swift

• Description: dark chestnut brown and flame orange scales; candelight-yellow eyes; has not gone through Metamotphosis yet; shares a sleeping cave with Snail

• SkyWing: Amara Juliana Olivia Aquilla/Magma

• Name: Maroon

• Description: fiery red and ember orange scales; burning yellow eyes; is a firescales; shares a sleeping cave with Woodduck and Desert

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #🐉Wings of Fire AU #⛰🐉Jade Mountain Academy⏳📜 AU

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forever and eternity [drake x camille AU] [chapter three: 1928]

Chapter Two

@karahalloway @twinkleallnight @sophxwithers @katedrakeohd @angelasscribbles tw: there is a mention of a suicide attempt but it is only hinted at, no details.

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Drake, Camille and Leo sat down at booth at the back of the bar, a bottle of whisky on the centre of the table and three glasses.

Drake poured each of them a sizeable measure of whisky and, in silence, the three of them quickly drank.

As the amber liquid burned their throats, Leo cleared his and turned to look at Camille.

He could see that Drake was struggling to comprehend seeing his lost love again. He could also see that Camille felt guilty.

So he was going to manage this discussion.

'So, Camille,' Leo began, his green eyes focusing on her. 'You're like us. How long have you known you're immortal?'

Drake poured himself another whisky before topping up Camille and Leo's glasses.

Camille tossed the drink down her throat before answering.

'Since 1700.'

Drake choked on the whisky.

Leo nodded. 'When were you born?'

Camille swallowed. '1640.'

Leo let out a whistle. 'You're a few decades older than me, then,' he said. 'Love a cougar.'

'Leo!' Drake hissed. 'Do you mind not flirting with my ex right in front of me?'

Camille's face was red from whisky and embarrassment. Leo chuckled and held up his hands. 'Dude, I'm trying to lighten the mood.'

'Well stop it,' Drake muttered. 'You're being an asshole.'

Leo shrugged then turned his attention back to Camille.

'How did you find out what you were?'

Camille pressed her lips together as she thought of a way to explain herself. 'I.. I was 60 years old,' she said quietly, 'and I looked in the mirror and could see my 27 year old face looking back at me. I know that sounds ridiculous, surely I should have realised years before that I wasn't aging but my mother looked young too. I assumed it was hereditary, looking youthful when you are not.'

Drake frowned. 'You decided you were immortal just going on that line of thinking?'

Camille sighed. 'It was the 1700s, people believed any old crap without rational thinking.'

Leo let out a laugh. 'True that,' he said. 'At least you were right though.'

Camille fixed her eyes on the table. 'Ten years later, still looking 27.. I was sick of it. I felt like a freak. So I tried… I tried to end it.'

A silence fell over the table. Drake's fists were clenched in his lap. He couldn't bear the idea of Camille trying to hurt herself.

Leo sipped more of his whisky. 'So Drake and I found out we were immortal when we realised we couldn't be killed on the battlefield. You found out, officially, when you tried… okay, so it seems the only way to confirm this thing is to die.'

Camille blinked. 'You don't know much about this either?'

Leo stared at her. 'Fuck no! Camille, we have no idea why we're like this. As far as I know, you're only the second person I've met in my very long life to have this condition.'

Drake looked at Camille. Since sitting down with her, gone was his anger, just.. confusion left in its place. He wanted to ask her why she had left him but he knew he couldn't ask her that in front of Leo. That was a private conversation.

'Since 1928, I've gone through life like a karate kid,' Camille whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. 'Fighting to stay alive but to keep a low profile-’

'Fighting to stay alive?' Leo interrupted. 'Camille, we can't die.'

Drake's mind could only focus on the beginning of her words.

Since 1928.

That was the year after Drake and Camille had met.

Camille poured another glass of whisky and downed it.

'Now that I know that you guys are like me,' she said, her voice fierce, 'you have to know what's out there.'

Drake felt himself tense. 'Camille, what are you talking about?'

Camille poured them another whisky.

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Olivia Nevrakis started every morning by waking at 5am.

She would get up as soon as the alarm rang, throw on workout clothes and head to the gym. On Fridays, she went to a 6am boxing class.

Afterwards, she would head home to shower, have breakfast and dress for work.

Her life was one of solitude. She didn't have friends. She didn't really have family. She lived alone.

But she preferred it that way.

Her job was one that required strict confidentiality. She worked for a special branch of government and her job title was 'Acquisitions Officer.'

She had been working in this role for two years and it was clear that Olivia was good at her job.

The way she was as a person made her the ideal candidate for the role. She was cold. Unlikely to form attachments. Willing to get a job done regardless of the cost. Never regretting anything. Believing the job was the most important thing in the world.

A well adjusted person would say that Olivia Nevrakis had been brainwashed.

She would call that person weak.

This morning at work was the same as every morning. She and her team of twelve colleagues would pour through the files, searching archives and confidential records.

When she first started working in this job, she felt like it was a dead end. All the work she did produced no results. She began to feel like she was being duped. That this wasn't a real job. That her superiors were delusional.

She said so herself in a meeting with her manager a year ago, not long after she first started.

Her mind was changed when he took out a file dated 1928 and proceeded to show her its contents.

Since that meeting, for the past year, Olivia believed in the company.

On this particular morning, she woke up feeling ready to take on the day. She went to the gym, came home and had breakfast, dressed in her red power suit paired with black stiletto heels and took a cab to work.

Sitting down at her desk, she trawled through the usual database, searching and comparing, her eyes narrowed for any detail that could show her something new.

Her eyes scanned the screen, reading through every possible name, trying to find a name and picture match. ‘Where are you, you freak bitch?’ she muttered.

All she had was the file dated 1928. Inside it were black and white photos, all of the same person, all taken through different years. That would have been fine, normal in fact, if it weren’t for the fact that these photos were taken from 1840 onwards. All of the same person.

A well adjusted person would decide it was simply strong genetics.

Olivia and her superiors would say that that person wasn’t open minded enough.

Reading through the records, they had found her at the beginning of 1928. They had been working on this case for only six months when they found out where she was. But she had escaped and ever since then, Olivia’s predecessors had been trying to find her all over again.

No more photographs.

Camille Montespan was hiding. And Olivia was going to find her.

#drake walker #trr drake #the royal romance fanfic #trr fanfic

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