#he deserves all the head pats

[promptcorner]

To be honest. DCxDP where the reason Danny meets the bats is Ace the Bat-hound

Like, just think about it for a second. Danny is in Gotham for college, or maybe he just moved out to find a city where having mad scientist parents isn’t actually that unusual.

He can see ghosts.

The ghosts know this.

Now he’s getting harassed left and right by spirits trying to get closure. Fine, whatever, most of them are a one-and-done type deal, and the amount of ghosts trying to get his help steadily decreases.

Except for this one very stubborn dog.

It just keeps showing up and leading him to crime scenes! He doesn’t know how many “anonymous tips” he can call in to the cops before they trace his phone! And this dog, this incredibly good boy, will not stop trying to help the city. He’s never met anyone with such a strong sense of justice, let alone a dog. Can dogs even have a moral compass?

And so Danny just accepts the fact that Ace isn’t going anywhere and becomes his reluctant sidekick/dedicated medium. He leans into the whole thing, dressing up in a mix of traditional magic-user attire and accessories that pay homage to the ghost dog.

He becomes somewhat well known. The psychopomp detective following around the shadowy figure of a German Shepard? That’s unusual! That’s weird! I mean, it’s not the weirdest thing in Gotham, sure, but he’s a new vigilante and he’s got a ghost dog that people can only see when it’s around him. Someone’s gonna notice.

Damian, as Robin, is the first to reach out to him.

Ace doesn’t know Damian but he does know a Robin, and while this isn’t his Robin, he’s still friendlier than usual. Danny’s panicking because oh god the bats are here and also is this kid gonna steal my ghost dog, Damian is absolutely delighted by Ace, and Ace is just happy to see a Robin again.

Damian decides that the psychopomp isn’t a danger to anyone, and there’s no reason to put this encounter into his reports, really, and perhaps Danny can help with some of his cases in the future.

Danny is sweating bullets because Damian basically tells him that he’ll keep him secret as long as he gets to play with Ace. Ace is happy that he’s finally getting some bat affiliated crime-fighting assistance.

And so, Danny is now both Ace AND Damian’s reluctant assistant. At least whenever he’s in trouble, he can always call a middle schooler to help him.

(Is Robin even in school? He’s out patrolling damn near every night, and he stays out late as hell. Does he have a bedtime? He should.)

Eventually it gets to the point where Damian is going over to Danny’s house. When he first sees it, he has a damn bitch you live like this moment, to which Danny responds that not everyone has the money to afford a nice place. Damian counters that he could at least take the time to clean up, and Danny replies that he’s working, going to school, and being a vigilante assistant to a ghost dog, something’s got to give.

Danny nearly has a heart attack when he checks his bank account the next day and sees that someone transferred him 10,000 dollars.

And so they get into a routine. Danny and Damian fight crime with Ace at night, and occasionally Damian stops by during the day to play with Ace and have Danny help with his homework.

(Damian is smart enough to do it on his own, but some of the instructions are written incredibly confusingly, and he would never admit to needing help to his family. Danny is just glad that the kid is in school and cares about his education, blissfully unaware that he’s basically emotionally adopted him.)

Damian is used to being in Danny’s company.

Eventually, when going over a case with the family, Damian absentmindedly remarks that he’ll have to ask Danny about some of the clues that they might be missing. Nightwing asks who he means and Damian makes a face like he just swallowed a lemon.

Cue shitstorm.

Who is “Danny?” Why is Damian willing to ask for help from anyone, much less someone outside of the family? Does he know who Damian is? Has Damian been compromised? What the hell is going on?

Damian now has to explain that Danny is the psychopomp with the ghost dog who he might have met hunted down while on patrol and conveniently not mentioned, but he’s not a bad person, really, and he lets him play with Ace, and he’s been quite helpful on certain cases due to his ability to talk to ghosts.

Bruce insists that the family meet Danny. Damian, hoping that he won’t just skip town the second he hears the news, relents.

Danny is surprisingly eager to meet the bats, considering his earlier fears.

Damian, blissfully unaware of what’s coming, sets a time and place to meet.

Once everyone is there, he gives Bruce the earful of a lifetime.

Robin is in middle school! Danny knows that there’s no way to stop the boy from going on patrol, but you could at least shift his schedule so he gets enough sleep on school nights! Does the Bat even know where he is half the time?! (No) And why isn’t he comfortable asking his family for help with both cases and homework? Did they ever even notice how much time he was spending at Danny’s house? If Danny was a bad person, he could have seriously hurt the poor boy! Shame on you!

Nightwing is mortified that Damian didn’t trust him enough to tell him about any of this. Red Hood is laughing his ass off, because yeah Danny is making good points but he’s also chewing out the literal Batman. Tim is recording the whole thing. Steph is delighted by the absolute gall of this Danger Twink™️, and already planning to add him to several groupchats. Damian is more embarrassed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

You, he points to Nightwing, did your academic life feel supported when you were a Robin? Nightwing is too stunned to speak. Red Hood, eternal shit-stirrer, says that oh, we all prioritized patrol over our education, that’s just how it is. Red Robin actually dropped out of high school to avoid distractions, did you know that?

Danny honest-to-god shrieks at this.

He finishes his angry rant and leaves, everyone too stunned to stop him.

And as it turns out, Tim wasn’t the only person recording the whole thing.

The entire internet is blowing up with Psychopomp The Danger Twink™️’s rant. People are taking sides. Things are getting messy. Red Hood literally admitting on-camera to previously being a Robin is somehow not the main focus here.

Eventually someone connects some dots from the video, as well as stories circling the internet about the psychopomp. A ghost dog named Ace, who is the literal only reason that the psychopomp is fighting crime at all, which seems incredibly fond of Nightwing and Robin.

A crime-fighting dog who wants constant attention from both the current and original Robin.

Oh my god, Ace the Bat-hound died and became a crime-fighting ghost.

And, somehow, that’s still not the strangest thing going on in Gotham.

[n4rval]

your gaster looks very friendly. i would pat him on the head but im too short

i know what you want anon dnw i got u

[n0heart]

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[seaf00d-hater]

MY HEART-

Mentor issues...?? 🔮 About Squirrau

[prettylittleheartfilia]

Anya saying this made me sad. We know that Loid has been trying his best to go easier on her and remind himself that she’s just a kid but, at the end of the day, the unfortunate reality is that the fate on the world depends on this baby. Loid knows that. She knows that. It’s a lot of pressure to put on a four year old but Loid has to be strict on her grades because the mission is so important to ensure the peaceful lives of so many, including Anya herself.

However, I’ve been thinking about how Loid has been trying to find this balance between allowing her to be a kid while still making sure she’s focusing on her studies. And he’s been doing a great job— he becomes a better father each day. But there are still times when maybe he’s a little harsher on her than necessary.

The thing is, though, we know he’s proud of her. We know he acknowledges how hard she’s been working, even if he can’t bring himself to say it out loud.

Something that we also know is that Anya craves her father’s praise. Not only is she a little girl with a tough past, but the Forger family is a certified words-of-affirmation-as-their-love-language™ type of family, so of course she would want to be told that she’s doing a good job by the person she loves most. It’s a good thing Anya can read his mind and hear what he’s really thinking, but it’s not the same as hearing it from his own mouth.

So then I started thinking: Why doesn’t he tell Anya what he’s thinking? Why doesn’t he praise her and encourage her?

Well, I think it’s because he doesn’t deem himself worthy of praising her. We know from his conversation with Yor back in the first part of the anime that he doesn’t think Anya sees him as a real father— And perhaps he’s just trying to convince himself of that; the idea that she’s not really that attached to him, so that it’s easier to say goodbye when the time comes— But, based on this conversation, we know he believes that, because he’s not her “real” father, his words have no effect on her.

Yes, he had a very productive discussion with Yor about this, and she helped him see it from a completely different point of view (the only point of view aka the fact that Anya loves them both unconditionally and sees them as her only parents), but it’s not like one conversation is enough to really ingrain something in your brain. Just like how, even though Loid has constantly reassured her that it’s not true, Yor still has moments where she feels like a failure as a mother/wife.

Loid doesn’t praise Anya because he doesn’t think it’s his place, since he thinks that Anya doesn’t see him as her actual father. And it makes me really sad because we all know that this baby loves him and Yor more than anything in the world, and all she wants is to make them proud.

But it’s good to see that Anya thinks he’s nice, even if he can be a bit of a monster sometimes 🫶🏼

[kelin-is-writing]

so i was bored at work once again which means more dabi thoughts than usual have accumulated xD

this time i thought about what would happen if you were to find dabi adding new staples to his already impressive collection :')

he never wanted you to see him do it since he was already ashamed enough that you had to see the little metal pieces holding him together on a daily basis.

so he always took care of adding new ones when you were either not at home or asleep. but this time you walked in on him while he sat in the shower with blood slowly streaming down his arms.

you had noticed that the burns there were slowly spreading but seeing him like this broke your heart. he looked so vulnerable in that moment and the guilty look on his face only made it worse.

he had expected you to be disgusted by the sight or to simply leave the bathroom again but instead you offered to help him so he wouldn't have to twist his arms to reach the back of his shoulders.

he didn't say anything the entire time even during the shower you took together after you were done to get the blood off of him and also when you helped him gently dry his back so you wouldn't pull on the new staples.

when you went to bed afterwards and you cuddled up to him you almost missed the quiet "i love you" - the first one he's ever said out loud to you.

- 🥛

PLEASE—

it would really mean the world to dabi if you help him out with all his medication/re-stapling process like– it gives him this sense of reassurance and relief, especially since he has always thought you would be disgusted only at the thought of touching him when he’s in that state, but in the moment the villain sees you not only helping him with his staples but also look his way with so much genuine worry mixed with love... he just can’t help falling for you more than he already has, no matter what you did you always shine so brightly in his eyes and make his insides a fluttering mess every single time.

you were taking off his loosened staples, to replace them with new ones, while disinfecting the holes with a worried frown and a small pout; dabi sees your expression and snorts “you’ve been doing this for a while now, so what’s that face my beautiful princess?”, you inhales sharply from your nose and swat him on the arm, getting a little whine from the boy who looked at you confused, eyes wide blinking furiously and mouth open in a curious grimace “no matter how many times i do this... the worry just doesn’t want to go away...”, was your answered as your upset expression changed into a worried and sad one, eyes slowly becoming teary as seconds went by, lower lip trembling “i can’t bear to see you hurt or in pain...”, you finished, voice cracking at the end as tears started to blurry your view and cascade long your cheeks. dabi felt a little pang of happiness inside his chest at knowing that he was this important to you, that though didn’t stop him from freaking out at seeing you cry so copiously “hey... hey love... hey, look at me, eyes on me baby...”, he whispered with a gentle tone that for a second he thought wasn’t his; when your eyes fixed on him with such a tenderness inside of them, the villain felt his heart start hammer hard inside his chest, you were too endearing and lovely for your own good seriously “seeing you cry hurts way more than getting all sewed up. that’s why don’t cry please, hm?”, that soft bittersweet expression dabi was making in that moment was totally new to you, but it made your heart feel like it was hanging over the black hole, it was pure anguish just like how seeing him like that felt to you since when he choosed to finally open up about his past.

you want this man to be happy so bad.

sniffling you nodded while resting an hand over his and leaning onto his warm comforting palm with a small peaceful smile on your lips, a smile that made his heart flutter and lips curl up in a pout as his cheeks turned a faint tint of pink; he was stunned once again by your beauty, you truly made him feel like a teenager.

dabi leaned toward you pressing his lips against yours in a kiss that took you aback for a second because... from it you could feel all the love, care and how important you are for him, it was so passionate only with a simple lips lock.

when he pulled away, the raven-haired boy moved a strand of your hair behind your ear before smirking, satisfied by your stunned expression “thank you for everything you do for me princess, i’m so fucking glad i’ve met you.”, at those words more tears started spilling from your eyes “you’re such a jerk! i just had stopped crying!”, you whined while pushing him slightly, which had dabi cackle, a genuine full teethes smile on his face “sorry baby, sorry. you’re just so damn cute i swear to god!”, he kept apologising while wrapping his arms around your shoulders, squishing you hard against his big warm chest “stop messing with me!”, this time a deep amused laugh vibrated through his chest and your ear, making your heart do a whole backflip from how much you adored it. he let out a long relieved sigh while looking in front of himself with a tender gaze and content smile on his lips, cheek resting on your head “i love you so fucking much y/n...”, you felt like crying again and dabi knew that, in fact his smiled widened, endeared “i love you so fucking much too...”, you cried out hugging him back and burying your face onto his chest, starting to cry silently while sobbing from time to time, making your boyfriend cackle once more and get in response “ow!” a smack on the back.

[archiveikemen]

@ liam evans

you're my honeybunch sugarplum pumpy umpy umpkin you're my sweetie pie you're my cuppycake gumdrop snoogums boogums you're the apple of my eye and i love you so and i want you to know that i'll always be right here and i love to sing sweet songs to you because you are so dear

[more-than-a-ghosti]

silly banana appreciation hours

look at him he's so happy :D

and he's baby :3

and he's concerned for your mental health :3

and he has pretty eyes 👀

so basically silly banana is best boy :)

[not-poignant]

Underline the Blue (Nate/Janusz) - 05/? - (Omegaverse)

Title: Underline the Blue

Pairing: Nate Prince/Janusz Bodanowicz

Notes: This is another story in the Underline the Black universe! Set prior to Underline the Black.

Summary: Nate, an omega, has been sent to Hillview by his alpha partner who doesn’t believe he’s good enough to claim or bond with, and wants him trained up at an omega rehabilitation facility to be a better partner. Nate is paired up with the alpha Janusz, who soon realises Nate has been micromanaged and ‘trained’ already to the point of having his soul shattered, and a journey of slow recovery and rehabilitation begins.

The rating will become explicit from chapter 3 onwards.

Underline the Blue (Nate/Janusz) - 05/? @ AO3

In which Nate's heat is underway, and the few moments of lucidity Nate has, he realises that he doesn't want to be going through this at all, no matter how patient or kind Janusz is. At one point, Janusz delivers a devastating piece of information about the Hillview process which leaves Nate feeling bereft and alone.

-Thanks to all the Patreon and Ream supporters for making this story possible!

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Underline the Red - 05 - Caleb/Faber Underline the Red - 06 - Caleb/Faber Underline the Gold - 07 - Flitmouse/Anton The Nascent Diplomat - 38 - Augus/Gwyn Constellations - 01 - Efnisien + Gwyn (post Falling Falling Stars) Constellations - 02 - Efnisien + Gwyn (post Falling Falling Stars) Constellations - 03 - Efnisien + Gwyn (post Falling Falling Stars) Underline the Blue - 06 - Nate/Janusz Underline the Blue - 07 - Nate/Janusz Underline the Blue - 08 - Nate/Janusz

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[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Stuff for my headcanon about New York having slight balance and mobility issues:

So we all know how England was an absolute piece of sh*t right? Yea well when he still owned New York and his brothers, him in New York got into an argument when York was like- 8. Essentially, York snapped at him and talked back cuz even at just 8 years old, he was done with England’s sh*t (I would be too). So as a punishment, England dragged the 8 year old to a random field that not many knew existed, beat the f*ck out of him, broke his legs, and left him there to suffer.

Unfortunately, York’s legs never healed properly, resulting in some slight issues. Such as some really bad bruising and him not being able to walk properly sometimes and England of course belittled him for it and yelled at him for it like the piece of sh*t he is.

Now that he has died multiple times and came back in a newish body, his legs have healed properly but he still has some slight balance/mobility problems, such as: if he stands up too fast, he’s gonna fall more than likely, he can’t walk in a straight line anymore (neither can I lmao-), his knees frequently and randomly give out on him when he’s walking, running, standing, ect…, and getting up from a sitting/kneeling position on the floor can be difficult. (idc if this possibly ain’t how it works in the real world, this is all for fun lol)

[sels-ships]

Since pulling Aventurine I keep giving him head pats with my cursor

[colapointo]

watching seb's win in australia 2017. he's such a ray of freaking glorious sunshine 🥺🥰

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

happy birthday to Kaeya the skrunkly <33 perhaps one day i will muster up the braincells to give you the good build you deserve :))

[dmclemblems]

i have binging ur claude long ask answers, i love you tnakn you

Was that meant to say "I have been binging"? But thank you LOL! I'm glad people enjoy discussing these characters with me! Houses is one of the most nuanced games in the series, so it's fun to talk about the characters and to dig into all the different aspects of their lives. I'm especially glad other people have sent asks or reblogged asks about Claude's parents and his childhood, because it's something I felt like I was the only one who questioned or cared about enough to side eye.

Claude is such a complex and interesting character that he makes it easy to write long posts about. :D

[op-sys-chaos]

“What do you mean?” Bruce asked his youngest son.

“Selkies are rare. They were hunted to near extinction by a secret society. The League dismantled them, since Grandfather does occasionally show care for the environment and did not want a native species of this planet to go extinct. They are quite endangered now, though. And the black market pays quite handsomely for an intact selkie pelt. Most half-selkie children have had their pelts sold to the black market by their human parent in exchange for millions of dollars, rumors say. And full-selkie children are rare, since selkies have a hard time breeding with one another. I should clarify that any child of a half-selkie is still considered a half-selkie, since selkie nature is dominant. They’re referred to as merely selkies, human parent or no.” Damian took a deep breath before continuing his explanation. “Regardless, the fact that Timothy kept his selkie skin intact and still on his person for this long is quite an impressive feat. Although, judging by the scars, I assume someone managed to damage your pelt at least once. I am deeply sorry you went through that, Timothy. I hear it is unimaginable torture for a pelt to be harmed, especially to the extent that your scars display.”

Tim, who was still in seal form, could only nod as Bruce gasped, concern shining in his eyes.

“Oh, Tim, I’m so sorry you went through that,” Bruce whispered.

Tim, whose flipper was still in Bruce’s hand, gently booped Bruce’s forehead with his nose. Bruce let out a surprised chuckle, and gave Tim a soft grin.

Meanwhile, Damian came into the bathroom, kneeling next to Bruce. Slowly, gently, he put a hand on Tim’s head. He gave Tim plenty of time to back away, but he didn’t, curious where Damian was going with this. Damian, after seeing that Tim accepted the hand, slowly began to pet his head.

Huh. That actually felt really nice. He’d never been pet in selkie form before.

Damian gave Tim a soft smile, a smile usually only reserved for one of his animals. “You’ve been hiding this from everyone, haven’t you. Don’t worry, Timothy. You’re safe here.”

Tim was still struggling to believe that. But if Bruce and Damian’s reactions were anything to go by… maybe he really was safe here. He leaned into the petting, giving his best seal grin. Damian kept smiling back.

Eventually, the panic wore off, especially once Bruce began gently stroking his back. The water felt nice, and all the petting made him sleepy. He ended up falling asleep in the tub.

When he woke up the next morning, he was back in human form and back in his bed. He panicked for a moment, before seeing that the arm band was still around his arm. Touching it, he started grounding himself. It was okay. He was okay. His family hadn’t hurt him, hadn’t taken his pelt from him. He was alright.

He got dressed and headed downstairs, just in time for breakfast.

“Good morning, Tim,” Bruce said, greeting him as soon as he came in.

“Morning,” Tim replied. “Uh… thanks. For… not hurting me,” he told Bruce awkwardly.

Bruce blinked. “You thought I would-“

“Janet,” Tim interrupted. “She- she…”

“She is the reason for your scarring,” Damian deduced from his spot at the table.

Tim nodded as he sat down. “The burns, yeah. She… she tried to make sure I would never shift again.”

Damian growled, slamming a fist down onto the table. “If she weren’t already dead I’d kill her myself. Selkies need to shift for their own health and growth! And burning a pelt? How DARE she?”

Tim smiled. He’d never heard Damian defend him like this before.

Bruce chimed in. “I did some research in selkies last night, Tim. I’m not sure if you know this, but young selkies are expected to shift at lea once a month for proper healthy growth. I imagine you’ve been shifting in your tub, and only occasionally, yes?”

Tim nodded.

“We do have a pool in the manor. It’s currently a chlorine pool, but I’m going to make it a seal-safe pool. You’re welcome to use it, and if you want we can block out that time for you to use the pool alone.”

“No, I… I think it’s okay if you guys join me sometimes. Pools are boring when you’re alone,” Tim replied softly. The bathtub (which was massive because Wayne Manor is a mansion) was fine for shifting, but if he was using a pool it would be for fun, for the space to splash around and have a good time. Which usually required other people being around for maximum fun.

“Fair enough,” Bruce replied with a soft grin.

“I have a question, Timothy,” Damian asked, staring at the table.

“Yeah?” Damian’s expression concerned Tim.

“Was I… am I the one responsible for the slashing scar?” Damian asked, tears on the verge of spilling as his eyes met Tim’s.

“No! No, absolutely not,” Tim replied quickly, knowing how much the idea would be eating Damian up. “I was wearing my pelt under the Robin armor when someone hit it accidentally with a knife. I’m just glad Jason didn’t cut it in half, even if he did hit the unscarred part.”

“Jason did this?” Damian asked, rage burning in his eyes.

“Damian! Chill! It was an accident!” Tim exclaimed. “This was back when he was trying to kill me. Even if he had known I was a selkie, which he had no way of knowing, my pelt was hidden under my armor. Jason couldn’t see it when he hit it.”

“Oh.”

“Hold on. Back up. I clearly missed something,” Jason’s voice came from the entrance.

“Jason? What are you doing here?” Bruce asked.

“Alfred insisted I come for breakfast today.” Jason shrugged. “Said it was important, something about family news and a secret we all needed to protect? Anyway, I only caught the sentence ‘Jason couldn’t see it when he hit it.’ What’s going on here?”

“Timothy is a selkie and you damaged his pelt,” Damian practically growled.

Jason’s hands flew to his mouth. “Holy shit, Tim, I’m so fucking sorry. Are you okay? When did this happen?”

“Like I was telling Damian, it was an accident. Back when you tried to kill me, I was wearing my pelt as a wristband under my Robin armor. You sliced it-“

“When I sliced through the armor,” Jason finished, eyes wide. “I am so sorry, Tim.”

“Thanks,” Tim replied with a smile.

“So, what kind of selkie are you?” Jason asked, moving to sit down at the table.

“Seal.”

“Neat! I had a neighbor who was a fox selkie. Her skin was stolen when she was a kid, though. Some rich asshole kept it on display in his manor as a trophy. I actually stole it back for her after I became Robin. It was the first time she shifted in two decades, she said. She was practically glowing with how happy she was.”

Tim smiled. “You helped a selkie retrieve her skin?” He suddenly felt a lot better about Jason knowing.

Jason nodded. “Someone ever takes yours, let me know. I’ll get it back.”

“And I’ll decapitate the asshole,” Damian added on.

“No killing,” Bruce said.

“Just this once, B? As a treat?” Jason asked, a grin on his face. “And only in this hypothetical scenario?”

Bruce shook his head, but didn’t reply further.

“Don’t worry. If need be, I shall distract Master Bruce for you,” Alfred said as he brought in a plate of food for Jason.

“Yes!” Jason said, pumping his fist in the air. Bruce made offended noises that only vaguely resembled words, and Tim began quietly laughing, even as tears began to fall.

“Thank you all,” he whispered. “This means a lot to me. More than you know.”

“Of course, Timothy. Selkies are precious and to be protected.”

“I noticed you’re not calling me Drake anymore,” Tim commented.

“You are my sibling, it’s past time I refer to you by your name. You deserve to feel safe in your own home, in either form. Especially after what Janet put you through.”

Tim grinned. “Thanks, Dames.”

“You are welcome, Timothy.”

Tim Drake is a selkie.

No one outside of Janet Drake knows this, and she ensure it is kept a secret purely for the fact that if it gets out people will quickly realise that neither she nor Jack is a selkie themselves.

They would realise that Janet had an affair.

The man she had met on their trip overseas had gotten her pregnant and then vanished, seemingly disappearing into thin air.

It wasn’t until Tim was born that she was sure it was the other man’s child, if not for the distinctly black hair than the smooth pelt like band around his wrist.

His father had one similar and he refused to take it off.

The first time Tim transformed was luckily when Janet was still sure she wanted to be a mother and was bathing him at just four months old. When the little boy with bright blue eyes suddenly went quiet and then rolled over in the bath, she watched as he turned into a small baby seal.

Janet had screeched and backed up in shock, only to watch as the seal looked at her with big black eyes and seemingly start to cry before he shifted back into Tim.

The band around his wrist came off and was the perfect shape of the seals pelt from earlier, sitting in the tub like it hadn’t just shifted Janet’s entire life out of balance.

Naturally she hid the hide and made sure Tim never saw it again, especially when there were no more shifting incidents.

Tim was nine when he found it and well accustomed to his parents lying to him about a range of things, all varying in importance. They lied about when they would be home, about stocking the fridge, about being at his science fair…

But when Tim was sneaking into his mums closet to try find one of her spare credit cards, he found the pelt and something in him felt whole.

Tim had always felt like something wasn’t right about him. He felt like his very body was missing, or maybe his soul, and no matter what he did he couldn’t find a way to fill that gap. Being in water helped, so did showers and sunlight, though it was never enough.

It was why he started skating and stalking Batman and Robin, just to distract himself.

Photography worked best though.

Yet as he reached a tentative hand out to touch the pelt he swore he could feel himself being put back together like a puzzle.

Tim didn’t shift straight away, not when he was left stuck in the blissful feeling of his skin feeling right for the first time he could recall.

It was when he watched the pelt shift to wrap around his bare arm like a sleeve that he shifted.

The seal form he took wasn’t what he expected, but of course it wasn’t.

From then on Tim would spend every chance he got with the pelt, learning to control both the shifting of his skin and how to disguise the hide on his person. He usually kept it as some kind of band that covered his arm or waist, keeping it close to his hand at all times so he could check that it was safe.

He never wore it when his parents were home, just in case.

Naturally, he did research and learnt what he was as best he could.

By the time Janet realised he was taking the hide out of its hiding spot he was thirteen and almost finished his Robin training. He had kept it hidden from Batman if only because he was scared and not even sure if his mother really knew what it was, but when he came home to find her in his room he knew it was over.

She had held out her hand and said in the calmest voice she could, “hand it over, Timothy.”

Tim didn’t.

Janet had stood up and gripped his wrist, quickly finding the pelt around his arm and yanking it off of him.

Tim had cried, not out of physical pain but mental. It was like he was being put under some kind of spell and he found himself unable to move to snatch it back as Janet held the now pelt in a too tight grip.

“You will not touch this again, you hear me? I’m going to burn it.”

And she tried, she really did, but then Tim started to scream. The loud, echoing wails rang through the entire mansion until Jack rushed to his son and tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with him.

Janet only stopped when Jack started calling for her to call an ambulance and she came up with the badly damaged pelt to find her son seizing on the floor with his skin burning red.

Tim calmed down quickly once she put it under water, but he was still shaking and sobbing wildly.

He never found out how she managed to convince Jack to not call for an ambulance or to leave them alone, and Tim tried not to think about how little Jack had to care for him to accept so easily.

Janet had given him the pelt back and watched him sob as he held it to his chest and wailed.

The next trip they went on lasted seven months and in that time he spent as much as he could in his seal form to focus on healing his damaged skin.

It was still burnt, ugly scars covering the bottom and entire left side of his fur, but he learnt to maintain it.

After that he kept the pelt hidden under armour in the Robin uniform.

When Jason attacked him he cut the pelt through his armour, not knowing it was there. He managed to not cut it in half and in a twisted irony got right over where it wasn’t scarred.

Tim managed to hide it from Batman but at that point he was sure that Alfred suspected something.

Yet it wasn’t until Damian that anyone found out.

At that point Tim felt safe enough to have his pelt kept as a thick band around his wrist, out and open but only in the manner.

As much as he wanted to hate him, Tim couldn’t blame Damian when after a year and a half of him being there and the two working out a few differences and issues, he noticed. Tim hadn’t worn it visible since he first arrived and tried to kill Tim, but he had subconsciously felt safer around Damian and the boy was the best at spitting changes in others appearance.

“Oh.”

Bruce had looked up at Damian while Tim minded his business stirring his tea, “what’s up, chum?”

Damian pointed to Tim’s wrist, “I was not aware you were a Selkie, Drake. I apologise if I damaged you pelt in my attacks.”

Tim had tensed so badly that he was sure that Superman could hear his joints locking even though he was off planet.

Naturally Tim started to hyperventilate when Bruce asked with genuine confusion, “What?”

Tim bolted to his room as quickly as he could and shut the door before sliding down it and clutching his pelt-band to his chest with his free hand.

It could have been a few seconds or minutes, but it felt like a whole hour before Tim heard a knock at the door and the calm, gentle voice of Bruce talking through it.

“Tim? Can you open up for me please?”

Shaking his head even when the other couldn’t see, Tim let out a whimper and crawled quickly to the bathroom as his panic took over.

By the time he heard the door open he was in his preferred form of a half seal, his lower body only and the skin of his back shifted, and clutching his inhuman lower body.

Bruce came in and stared at him in shock for a bit before swallowing.

Coming to sit beside the tub, Bruce reached over and turned on the tap to let water begin to run into the tub.

Tim was grateful if not a little confused by the action and finally got the courage to look up at him.

Bruce looked awkward as hell, but was clearly trying if the small smile on his face was any evidence.

Reaching a big hand over, he held it palm up for Tim until the young man reached out to accept it and placed his own now damp hand in his.

“I… I don’t know what exactly you are, but I do know that you are my son. Damian seems to think I should know already and maybe I should, but not because you didn’t tell me. As much as it pains me to say it, I get why you wouldn’t trust me.”

Tim shook his head, “I trust you, Bruce. I just… the less people who know, the less likely I’ll loose my pelt again.”

Bruce frowned but said nothing about what that implied , though Tim knew he’d be asked about it later. It didn’t help that his lower half showed the most of his burn scars.

“I’m sorry, Tim. I can’t change what has been done, but I can promise you I will never, ever take you pelt form you. I don’t know ow exactly what it means, I’ve never heard of a selkie before, but Damian seemed to think it was important.”

Tim smiled even as he wondered how Damian knew what his pelt was.

Bruce gave his hand a squeeze, “He seemed to gain a lot more respect for you because of it.”

Damian spoke from where he was at the door, making Tim jump and Bruce inhale in a way that showed he was taken off guard, “Of course I have. Selkies are nearly extinct and Timothy had survived to almost nineteen without loosing his pelt.”

Tim fully shifted in his shock.

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you show your husband some affection, thinking you two were alone - only to be interrupted by your son.

tags. dad!toji fushiguro x wife!female reader. fluff, suggestive. mentions of toji developing / having a dad bod. & reader having a mom bod. reader gets called ‘princess, mama (by gumi)’. baby gumi waking up bcs of a nightmare. excuse me - not beta read bcs i was half asleep when writing this rt_t

“tooooji,” you smile as you enter the kitchen. you’ve put megumi to bed - finally - and have the chance to spend some one-on-one time with your dear husband. both of you deserve the rest after a hard day of work.

toji has been putting the dishes back in their designated spots whilst you were away. the dark-haired man turns his head to the side once he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. a small grin tugs at his lips, “missed me, princess?”

you roll your eyes. even if years have passed since your marriage, toji has not stopped using that specific nickname for you. he loves calling you ‘princess’, because that’s what you’ll always be to him. in his eyes, at least.

“mhm,” you decide to indulge him. you bury your face into his broad back, feeling the muscles he’s worked so hard on obtaining. after megumi was born, toji did let himself go for a bit, but that is a good sign.

it means he’s content with his life - this peaceful life that he’s settled down for with no regrets. no more being reckless, no more battling for money; he’s now got a family to come back home to after all.

“is the little brat asleep?” toji asks while putting the last dish away. he’s visibly enjoying your warm hands that have slid under his shirt. your skin is so soft to the touch compared to his.

you chuckle and nod to his question. “gumi’s sleeping like a baby,” you rub your husband’s stomach gently, feeling the little bumps of his fading abs. you’re loving his new body - just as much as toji loves yours.

toji turns around to face you, desperately needing to return the favor. he can’t get enough of being with you. his rough hands grab your waist and bring you closer against his body, until your chests are nearly touching. he lowers his head to your neck, “that means i can show my wife how much i love her, yeah?”

you shiver at how toji’s voice turns from soft and gentle to sexual and husky. big hands find their place on your tummy, massaging the loose skin with its stretch marks. you can hear your husband’s breath hitch. “fuck,” toji swallows his spit, his fingers moving to grasp your hips.

toji loves how your hips got wider after you’ve given birth to your child. every change in your body, whether big or small, is completely welcomed by him. your body has blessed toji with a son he loves and he’ll forever be grateful for that fact. the least he can do is take his time to appreciate you.

“so beautiful,” toji sighs as he leaves soft pecks on your neck and throat. his fingers are working their way down to your thighs and ass—not leaving a single patch of skin untouched. his lips eventually find yours and you melt into his embrace.

it’s getting heated and the tension is palpable. toji’s about to lift you into his arms when you catch a glimpse of a short figure in the doorway. your eyes widen and you immediately detach your lips from your husband’s.

toji quickly catches on and sighs. he cocks his head to the left, the sight of his toddler standing at the doorway coming into view. “damn kid,” he whispers, nearly pouting because of the interruption. you playfully slap his bicep—a warning to fix his potty mouth in front of megumi.

“h-hey, gumi,” you say with an awkward giggle, walking towards the child. you fix your shirt in the meantime, straightening the material. you crouch down to megumi’s level and pat his head tenderly, “what happened? why are you out of bed?”

megumi stares up at you with teary eyes. he’s clenching onto his dog plushie, hugging the stuffed animal to his little body. you can easily guess that he’s scared—probably because of a nightmare. he’s been getting those more frequently.

though, instead of explaining himself, megumi searches for answers to something else. he points at his dad who’s leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. the toddler then looks back at you like he’s made some big discovery;

“mama papa kissing!”

you nearly choke on your spit. megumi’s a clever little boy and it shows through his advanced vocabulary. you’re surprised that he’s learnt what that meant already. you try to deny what your child said, “no, uhm, mama and papa were just hugging!”

toji snorts at your half assed excuse. he lazily walks over to you two, hands in his pockets. he bends forwards and looks megumi in the eyes with a huge smirk on his face. “yeah, we were. ‘n you totally ruined it,” he utters without any shame and menacingly sticks his tongue out at the little boy.

you hiss and lightly shove toji—he cannot take anything seriously. you’re trying your best to distract megumi’s attention from what he’s seen his parents do, to what his reason is for waking up.

“did you have a nightmare again?” you coo and pick your son up. he instantly snuggles up to you and presses his face against your chest in search of comfort. you smile and can conclude that your assumptions are right.

you pet megumi’s head whilst softly humming one of his favorite lullabies. toji watches your interaction with his son and his mood softens once more. he silently hugs you from behind—also wrapping an arm around megumi—turning it into a little family group hug.

“y’re all right, buddy,” toji mutters to megumi and the little boy sniffles in response, “mama ‘n papa ‘re right here.”

after a couple minutes, you carry megumi back to his room before putting him down in his bed. your husband stands next to you as you make sure your kid is tucked in properly.

megumi stares up at you with a sniff and you nearly melt at the adorable sight. you brush his bangs out of his eyes and kiss his forehead, wishing him a good night. the toddler nods and hugs his plushie to his chest again, still a bit shaken up from the nightmare. however, he’s doing a lot better after he got comforted by both his parents.

“sweet dreams, gumi,” you whisper and rub megumi’s cheeks with a fond smile on your lips. toji simply stares at you conversing with megumi—his face showing little to no emotion. though, from within, toji is absolutely in awe at your motherly personality. you’re the perfect mother.

megumi gets drowsy and tosses onto his side so he could be more comfortable. he struggles to open his eyes, but manages to look at toji. the little boy pouts and points another finger at his dad, this time drowsily warning him, “papa no kiss mama, ‘kay?”

that comment catches you off guard. you’re embarrassed by the fact that megumi still remembers what he’s seen in the kitchen. you try to clear your throat and explain yourself, but toji’s one step ahead of you. he silently mimics megumi’s words and rolls his eyes—

“yeah yeah, whatever. i won’t,” toji promises his son. the toddler clearly inherited your husband’s protectiveness. you chuckle at the playfulness between the two, enjoying the jokey banter the father-son duo have each time.

megumi huffs in victory and nods. he can sleep in peace now, knowing his dad won’t try anything funny with you. he closes his weary eyes and is asleep within just a few seconds.

you stretch your arms and sigh in content. you can’t help but chuckle once you notice how megumi’s fallen asleep with a tiny smile on his lips. you give the child one last forehead kiss before leaving the room in silence.

toji follows right behind you. now that his son is sound asleep, he doesn’t have to keep his promise. technically— he wasn’t planning to anyway.

“c’mere,” your husband mumbles and grabs your hand. he pulls you into a tight hug, hands instantly roaming your body which he admires so much. he plants his lips onto yours not a second later.

you smile into the kiss, finding it funny how toji couldn’t keep his (fake) promise for even one second. he would die if he actually couldn’t kiss you, and that isn’t even an exaggeration.

toji pulls back after a moment and smirks at you—those bedroom eyes of his very telling.

“so, where were we?”