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an-android-child · 7 months ago

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I HAVE PERMISSION TO INFODUMP ABOUT BRUCE'S CHILDREN LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO I'm procrastinating so hard but what else is new

Ok so in favour of this being an honest and fair comparison, I'm only gonna talk about real children (so no hallucinations or dreams or Alfred fanfics) who have interacted with the main universe, be it because Bruce or someone from the main earths has met them in their universe or because they went to our main universe (so no elseworlds or imaginary stories), AND who have been legally adopted or are bio children (so no mentees or emotionally adopted children). I'll also mention foster children.

Let's get this started!!!

Dick Grayson (adopted)

First appearance: Detective Comics (1937) #38

Date of first appearance: April, 1940

No need for presentations I'm sure! The one and only first boy wonder! The mold where all child sidekicks came out from, and the first canonical (depends so much on the author lol, I have a whole meta here) son of Bruce Wayne.

Lance Bruner (adopted)

First appearance: The Brave and the Bold (1955) #83

Date of first appearance: May, 1969

Another child officially adopted I wished we'd seen more of. His personality is super interesting to me, from bad boy badly grieving to someone full of regret and self-sacrifice. I wished we could see more of the official first dead Robin lmao.

Enoch and Roger Jr. Birnam (adopted as godsons)

First appearance: The Brave and the Bold (1955) #98

Date of first appearance: November, 1971

This comic run really liked the idea of Bruce adopting children. Such a shame they're mostly one-shot kids. In this story, Batman (not Bruce, Batman) is the godfather of both children of the late Roger Birnam, who he promised to protect along with their beautiful mother after the man died. The thing is, Batman doesn't know there are two kids, because one has been hidden since birth by their evil witch mother, and that's because Enoch is a satanic cult leader. He's also six or less. It doesn't matter anyway because the wife and evil son die, so Batman is left to take care of the good son, Roger Jr., because that's how morality works! You're born good or you're born evil and we don't need to think about that anymore because Roger Jr. vanishes forever either way! Aren't comics great.

But now fr, I wouldn't mind a modern re-telling of this story that is a little bit deeper and complicated. And also wouldn't mind seeing Roger Jr. back.

Bruce Wayne Jr. (biological)

First appearance: World's Finest (1941) #215

Date of appearance: January, 1973

Okay, seeing as there are a bajillion Bruce Wayne Jr., I'm gonna count the Super-Sons computer shenanigans one as its own character, because the other one, whose mother was Kathy Kane, was very clearly an imaginary story. The computer one with no mother is a simulation that becomes alive and almost destroys the world before sacrificing himself (and also Clark Jr., who is also there, does the same of course). Some of the stories haven't aged really that well, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't find enjoyment in some of them.... When the time period allows it (you have to read this comics with a detached mindset, or else the racism and rampant misogyny can get... Way too much). The first story is still my favourite, and so is the forsaken son one. Wouldn't mind seeing more of him and Clark, baby, in the future. Also look at his cute bathrobe.

Helena Wayne (biological)

First appearance: All-Star Comics (1940) #69

Date of first appearance: December, 1977

Just like Bruce Jr., there's a bunch of Helenas who have interacted with the main universe. The first iteration ever created was named Helena Wayne, daughter of Bruce Wayne and a reformed Selina Kyle. A lawyer by day and a vigilante by night, she's a full-time resident of Earth Two, where the Golden Age stories took place. Thanks to her, we have the vigilante mantle Huntress. Sadly, the multiverse as we knew it would eventually be destroyed during the events of Crisis on Infinite Earths, and within it so was Earth Two. And so, this lovely Helena would meet an untimely demise later on, even though she was able to escape to Earth One and not be destroyed with her original universe. Also, she used to call younger Earth One Bruce "uncle Bruce", and I think that was super cute of her.

Jason Todd (adopted)

First appearance: Batman (1940) #357

Date of first appearance: March, 1983

Once again, just like Dick, depending on the source he would be adopted or a legal ward or whatever. Who knows! (In the Dick meta I mentioned before there's a great reblog that expands on Jason's place in Bruce's life, here's a link to that) But I'm weak so I'm gonna go with adopted (I love the child custody battle with Natalia Knight, one of my favorite Batman arcs just because of how bonkers of a premise it is). I love his pre-crisis Robin run, and combined with his post-crisis origin it makes for a very solid character. I love him as the cautionary tale and then, once back from the dead, as the self-made tragedy. He's fascinating I'm gonna eat him alive.

Damian Wayne (biological)

First appearance: Batman: Son of the Demon

Date of first appearance: December, 1987

Another child that doesn't need an introduction! He has a very convoluted origin story with some misses down the way, but he has gone through major character development and I really do enjoy him a lot. He's fun, he's great, he deserved his own spotlight. Tomasi's run is my favourite no doubt.

Talking about spotlight, this guy has.... a lot of clones. Be it "defective" ones living on a paradise island or fetuses in glass bubbles, this kid has clones for days. Well, more accurately, test tube siblings with similar genetic makeup. Hell, he's a test tube baby himself I believe. Depending on how you want to count the NUMEROUS clones/siblings of Damian made with Bruce's and Talia's DNA, the number of Bruce's children can get exponentially huge fast. But just in case, I'll refrain from counting all of them and just focus on the one that most people remember.

Hank and Jenny Watkins (fostered)

First appearance: Batman (1940) #423

Date of first appearance: September, 1988

One of my favorite Batman stories! The way his humanity is shown, his soft spot for children, aughhh it's so beautiful. I wished this children would have stayed a little longer lol. Also hilarious story in hindsight when taken into consideration what issue comes next.

Tim Drake (adopted)

First appearance: Batman (1940) #436

Date of first appearance: August, 1989

Another child that I believe requires no presentation. Temporarily as a foster while his bio dad was in a coma, tried desperately at first to avoid adoption after a traumatic experience turned him into an orphan, even getting to the point of falsifying an uncle. But he ended up giving in and becoming a Wayne with pride. He's a fascinating character, and his relationship with Bruce is way more interesting than fandom seems to make it out to be, but that's for another post lmao.

Cassandra Cain (adopted)

First appearance: Batman #567

Date of first appearance: July, 1999

Cass my favourite Batgirl my favourite character, she's so amazing she's a tragedy she's hilarious she's so like Bruce she's so different from him, she's a weapon she's a hero, her father loved her he never showed her real love she doesn't know what's wrong with shooting at your own daughter, Cassandra Cain-Wayne i love you so fucking much, I would kill for you and you would hate me for it. No flanderization or bad fanon take will eever take away the experience of reading Batgirl 2000 for the first time and seeing shrimp emotions. I literally cannot recommend it enough.

Heretic (biological)

First appearance: Batman and Robin (2009) #12

Date of first appearance: July, 2010

The most well known clone of Damian Wayne, an adult body with a baby face version of Damian with mommy issues to boot. Oh, and also brutally murdered Damian. How could I forget. Not to worry though, death never sticks in comics.

Helena Wayne (biological)

First appearance: Huntress (2011) #1

Date of first appearance: December, 2011

Enter Earth 2! Not to be confused with Earth Two, of course.

Following the events of Flashpoint, for the first time since Crisis on Infinite Earths, a new multiverse was created, resulting in the creation of a new new Earth 2. She would be, once again, Batman's and Catwoman's daughter, and was even Robin for a little in her childhood. Instead of seeing her mom die, this Helena sees her father die instead. She and her best friend Supergirl (more well known later on as Power Girl) entered a Boom Tube (don't question it) in pursuit of someone they thought was Darkseid, and ended up in another universe. You won't guess which one.

Stranded on Prime Earth, Helena and Kara adapted to the new world remarkably well. Helena, leveraging her knowledge of Wayne Enterprises, siphoned funds to help them settle. Initially, they sought a way back to their Earth, but with no success, Helena pivoted to crime-fighting. She stayed covert, frequently changing identities, notably as (you won't fucking guess) Helena Bertinelli. And you'd ask, what happened to our Helena Bertinelli, while all this shit was happening. Well... She was presumed dead for unknown reasons. And got her identity stolen in the meantime. Fun!

Funded by discreet withdrawals from Wayne Enterprises, she became the vigilante, Huntress, going after global crime syndicates for five fucking years. Without our Batman noticing a thing. She would eventually meet him, of course, and even her brother Damian (before meeting her own father she met her brother, which is fascinating to me) and also she ended up returning to her original Earth, even becoming Batman there with her own Robin (Dick's son, John Grayson).

Duke Thomas (fostered)

First appearance: Batman (2011) #21

Date of first appearance: August, 2013

Following a plot of the Joker to recreate Bruce's most traumatic night, Elaine and Doug (Duke's parents) were permanently jokerized and moved into a facility on the Wayne estate. Head of the We are Robin movement (run I super recommend) and later known as the meta hero Signal, whose powerset is as confusing to the reader as it is to the writer apparently, because no one seems to agree on what his powers are. What is well-known though is the fact that Duke moved into Wayne Manor to begin his Batman training and was temporarily fostered. Depending on the author the relationship with Bruce changes dramatically: from mentor-student, to colleagues, to father-son like, to friends, etc. (where have I seen this phenomenon before I wonder....) Even so, before his mother got cured he did live at the manor and was officially fostered, so I'm counting him. I love him dearly btw, he's such a fun chatacter, with a strong personality that I wished writers played more with. His run with the outsiders was very fun, if a bit cliche, and his "Robin" run is amazing.

Thomas Wayne The Second (biological)

First appearance: Detective Comics (2011) #27

Date of first appearance: March, 2014

On the anniversary of his parents' deaths, Bruce is visited by the Phantom Stranger, who teleports him into an alternative reality where, instead of being killed, Thomas Wayne gets shot in the arm and punches the wannabe mugger in the face. He is shown later on to have lost the arm, but he's alive and happy, and so is Bruce. With living parents, a beautiful wife (Natalya Trusevich, that ukranian main continuity gf that didn't last long), and their son, Thomas Wayne, they're the perfect family. Of course, without Batman, Gotham is overrun by crime, Gordon is quadriplegic, Ra's al Ghul is in the process of conquering Europe, and Dick has been put on death row after murdering Tony Zucco. So, all in all, not the best of times to not be Batman.

Bruce says goodbye to his nine year old son (pictured above) and begs the Phantom Stranger to send him back to his own reality, with the knowledge that sometimes sacrifice is a necessity. A grim reminder, if I've ever seen any. Also kind of a dick move for Phantom Stranger.

Jarro (adopted)

First appearance: Justice League (2018) #10

Date of first appearance: December, 2018

Jarro my beloved Starro cloned in a Jar. I love him so much, he has such a cute and vibrant personality. I unironically miss him and want to see more of him. He calls Bruce dad that's his BABY!!!!! Bruce told him he was proud of him!!!! He's so damn cute and small I'm gonna eat him alive

Kull (biological)

First appearance: Dark Nights: Death Metal Trinity Crisis (2020) #1

Date of first appearance: November, 2020

Kull was the daughter of a Batman and Wonder Woman from a world of the Dark Multiverse. Her mother trained her in the art of Amazonian combat and she was also trained by her father. A bunch of Earth 0's heroes, including our Wonder Woman and Batman, tried to sneak into Castle Bat (who was a giant Bruce Wayne who had been fused with Gotham City or something??? I don't really remember but whatever). Kull and some others were ready for them, and as Wonder Woman struggled against her, Jarro separated the bad guys from the heroes by controlling the mind of Castle Bat (don't question it). I don't think she survived, but it's always fun to see wonderbat children in the wild.

Saif, Taj and Janan Al Ghul (biological)

First appearance: Batman/Superman (2019) Authority Special #1

Date of first appearance: January, 2022

Children of Bruce and Talia al Ghul from a reality in the Dark Multiverse where the Empire of Shadows has taken over the world and some alternative universes. And Bruce is evil, because of course he is. They were able to open a portal that allowed Janan and Saif to go to our main earth so they could conquer it, and that's when they met our Batman and Midnighter. Meanwhile, our Superman and the authority went to the other evil dimension to fight the third brother, Taj, which is great for me because it means all three siblings have interacted one way or another with our Earth 0, so I can count them all for this list lmao.

Janan would later cross over to our main earth once again and become a Superman villain, so you may know her from that. She underwent an extreme makeover though (pictured below).

Helena Wayne (biological)

First appearance: The New Golden Age (2023) #1

Date of first appearance: January, 2023

Infinite Frontier confirmed that all of Pre-Crisis Earth 2 history is now part of Earth 0's canon after the events of Dark Knights: Death Metal. It's unclear whether this applies to Helena's story or not, but everything we've seen of her indicates this is a brand-new version of Helena, so I'm counting her as a separate character.

Helena Wayne is once again the daughter of Batman and Catwoman from an averted future where her father once again was murdered, this time as a result of the schemes of the time-traveling Per Degaton (don't question it). She would never become Robin, because the moment she discovered her father was Batman (after stabbing him in the kitchen) Selina forced Bruce to retire. Also, unrelated but in this averted future the JOKER'S SON WAS A ROBIN?? Nothing is explained about that, but it's such an interesting idea and I'm so mad we're never gonna expand on that (pictured below the only moment this is ever mentioned, in this Helena's debut issue. I'm so mad).

Moving on, she then joined the Infinity Inc. and the JSA as the heroine known as the Huntress. As a temporal remnant of a future that is no longer possible, she exists as a living paradox. Or something along those lines.

This future would have been main continuity if she hadn't gone off and told Bruce about his untimely demise. Right now, she's lost in time in our main dimension. She also hasn't met Bertinelli, nor given a reason for her chosen vigilante name, nor done anything worth mentioning aside from that time she hugged our main continuity Bruce. Our Buce has decided to keep Helena at arm's length, setting her up in a penthouse he owned up in New York City, rather than allowing her to stay in Gotham, and also giving her the cover story of being his cousin rather than daughter. He did offer to revise the arrangement and have her come to Gotham, but after all the ordeal had been done. She rejected the offer, knowing that, if the current iteration of the timeline was anything like her own, Bruce and Selina were about to have something of a a major disagreement. But who cares abour Gotham War any of this am I right.

All of this happened in November of 2023. And yet, nothing of worth has been done with her. I guess we'll still have to wait and see what will become of her.

Terry McGinnis (biological)

First appearance (in main universe comics): The New 52: Futures End FCBD Special Edition (2024) #1

Date of first appearance (in main universe comics): June, 2014

I owe my life to @momachan for helping me find the comic where this two meet in main continuity, making it possible for me to count him. I don't think he needs any presentation. Like Damian, he's a test-tube baby but. Even more complicated because Timm. I adore him I love him he's the only one who can inherit the Batman mantle. Love him to bits

Bruce (Zur-En-Arrh's clone)

First appearance: Batman (2016) #147

Date of first appearance: July, 2024

Okay this one is complicated. Buckle up, this is a wild ride.

Bruce's stereotypical evil alter created this clone to be the first in a long line of expendable robins. He gave him all of the original Bruce's memories but partitioned away any that could cause him to develop a conscience or question him and also deliberately engineered him to rapidly age and have a short lifespan. Also he programmed him to see Zur as his father. And because Zur is basically Bruce with another personality... yeah. I'm counting him tentatively.

He died of old age almost immediately because this is DC and Gd forbid we do interesting things with new characters.

Ok, so in total we could say that our Bruce from main continuity has a whopping of 21 children who have interacted with him, between adoptive and biological. If we count the temporarily fostered ones, the number rises to 24 children that Bruce has had custody over throughout the years. AND if we wanna count only the children that come from our main universe, we have 15 children he has had custody over, 13 of them officially adopted or biological. Damn, indeed.

Okay so if I've missed anyone please let me know!!!! I love learning stuff!!!!

BONUS

Danny Benson (Statue Father?)

First appearance: Batman (1940) #107

Date of first appearance: April, 1957

Ok, so, I know I just said I'd only talk about official children.... but man, some of this kids deserve a bonus mention, not because I'm gonna count them for the list or anything, but because how crazy fascinating their stories are.

Okay so in this case, in true Golden Age fashion, this premise is bonkers: basically this kid is lonely cause his dad died and his mom works all day so... he has decided to adopt himself a father. A statue father. A statue father of Batman (this is literally the premise, btw. The story is called The Boy who Adopted Batman and like, what a title). Batman gifts the boy a bike and everything, and the kid helps solve a case with it. Just... what a fascinating idea, man.

Allie (Maybe? Let me explain)

First appearance: Batman (1940) #577

Date of first appearance: May, 2000

Here's the thing: this little girl only appears in one story. She's a blind girl who ran away from an abusive foster home at the age of seven and also has a psychic link to crocodiles. She lives in the Batcave's rain gutters. Bruce never takes her to CPS, but makes sure her abusive foster parents are put in jail, and also gives her and her crocodile "siblings" free reign to be in the Batcave. She protects the cave from intruders trying to get in through the sewers in the only issue she appears in, and Bruce is very clearly adamant on wanting her living a normal life outside of dirty sewers. But also, we never see her again. At all. I'm putting her as a maybe because Bruce doesn't deny the "adopt all of us" request, and also doesn't try to make her go away from the sewers. But also, I wanna see more of her cause. What the fuck? What a fucking interesting chatacter? Lmao?

Once again, I'm not gonna count her as an official child or anything, but I still wanted to mention her because I love her and I miss her and she deserves a good home and more people need to know about her. DC let me write the comics I'm begging you

BONUS SUPER SERIOUS TOTALLY LEGIT MENTION: The whole JLI

First appearance: Justice League (1987) #1

Date of first appearance: May, 1987

The JLI lineup with Batman is one of my favorites, even if it's short-lived, and when I tell you all of this grown ass people are children. Bruce needs to come back to help J'onn coparent because that martian's SUFFERING. The way he literally quits because he can't "babysit them anymore" is so funny to me. This beautiful post made by @apopcornkernel shows a compilation of out of context images dnsjcknjd enjoy

superman has like 13 kids compared to Bruce's like 6

#SORRY HIT POST WAY TOO EARLY MY BAD #augh Tumblr app my beloathed #dc meta #dc #this post took me SO LONG #AND I'M FINISHING IT TODAY BECAUSE I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW AND IM PROCRASTINATING #SOMEONE FORCE ME TO WORK

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navstuffs · 3 years ago

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beach date headcanons

Pairing: Adrian Chase x gn!reader

Warnings: mention of smut

Author's note: Based on this fanfic of mine. You dont have to read one to understand the other or vice-versa.

Adrian probably cried a bit when he saw the ocean, not cause of the ocean but because you went the extra length and no one ever did that for him before

He was very grateful for your gesture and kept kissing your face when you parked the car

You decided to change on the car. Adrian kept an eye out for perverts but the beach was still very empty since it was early in the morning

Passing sun blocker CAUSE MY BOI IS PALE and skin cancer is no joke

You and Adrian went directly towards the ocean, getting hit by cold water. Adrian kept pointing his nipples were getting hard

Just standing there on the empty beach, listening to the waves and enjoying's each other company

He stared at your body intensely while you two walked on the beach since it was the first time he saw you in a bathing suit. You felt his eyes on your ass when you would walk ahead for any reason (mostly, to tease him)

You have seen his body countless times (even naked) but always amazed that he had such a sexy body. Your man even had ABS that he hid on his casual clothes. He did not realize but your eyes kept wandering his body as well.

Feeling remorse for not bringing any baseball cap or sunglasses and hiding under some tree's shades when it started to get warmer

Your back against Adrian's chest while his hard-on press against your butt. You move a bit and hear a weak groan coming from him but he grabs your hips. You don't know if because he doesn't want to break the law or if he wants to continue

"Should I keep going?"

He doesn't answer, grabbing your hips harder as your hips continue to move and up. You hear his moaning get a little louder and he stops your hips

"I wou-would love to. But you know I can't. I can't break the law"

Still, you make out and tease him, rubbing his dick over his swimsuit with your hands, watching him debate if he shouldn't break the rule, just for today

At lunchtime, you guys walked back because he was all embarrassed you almost got caught and he had a reputation to uphold being Vigilante

"No one knows who we are here, dear"

Your restaurant waitress offers a really good fish and he lays his head on your lap after lunch, watching the sun high and the beach getting more full

By afternoon, you two decided to buy ice cream and sit while holding hands. Adrian was very interested in your techniques of how to lick a popsicle.

Deciding to swim in the ocean with Adrian and he was an incredibly good swimmer. He explained his mom took him to swimming lessons but he trained himself better just in case any criminal decided to swim during an escape

You two watch the sunset, you on his arms and he brushing your hair.

At the end of the day, you thought Adrian was going to be sad for leaving but he seems incredibly happy. He is happy he could enjoy an entire day with you, no danger, no problems, no fighting. Just a peaceful day with you.

He wishes you two have more of these and promises he will try escaping more with you.

You kiss his forehead and hug him tight.

"Come on Vigilante, we still need to find a souvenir for everyone."

#adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #adrian chase x you #vigilante x reader #vigilante x you #peacemaker #vigilante #peacemaker fanfics #i would die for a cute date with vigilante #imagine all the cute things

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plzu · 2 years ago

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Cold Brew - (Adrian Chase/Vigilante x f!barista!Reader)

part three ☕️ part five ☕️

i'm nervous about posting this after months of no updates. also, hayyyy peep my canva hearder lmao. i couldn't keep searching for gifs i hadn't used yet so i was like, fuckit. let me dip my toe in canva. also, excuse the exaggerated depictions of what caffeine does to a mf. it's all for funsies. if you relate to the way the barista or Adrian reacts to coffee, then, like, yikes. i'm so sorry.

Summary: Dates and darts and secrets. A new coffee drink. Small prickles of jealousy, and an appearance from Vigilante himself.

Warnings: 18+ !!!!!, no Y/N, hair mention, assault (not graphic, but there nonetheless), graphic depictions of violence, blood, rape mention, alcohol consumption, bad relationship with parents. several mentions of peacemaker (whatever could THAT be about 🤔) possibly OOC. not beta read. i open the google docs the following day and catch all my typos and bad sentences in horror all on my own

and--this is important, to me--brief gender talk (reader now has established she/they pronouns). i hope this doesn't deter anyone, as this is something i added to the story for me, but i would understand if you want your reader-inserts to be a complete blank slate, pronouns included. i apologize if this alienates anyone.

Word Count: 6.78k

The plastic cup sitting on Adrian’s nightstand steadily grows fuller with mementos from spending time with you.

Movie tickets from some horror movie that had you giggling nervously as you gripped the sleeve of his sweater in fear. (He didn’t think it was that scary. But he still liked the physical reminder that you felt safe with him.)

A d20 die--black, the inlaid numbers neon green--that you used to roll your first natural 20 in the Dungeons & Dragons one-shot he set up for just the two of you. It was after hours, in the cafe. Your eyes had widened in pleasant surprise, the grin stretching your face into brilliant exuberance as your successful roll snuck your half-elf ranger past some guards to rescue another NPC.

Receipts from fast food places you had grabbed a bite to eat at, each one crumpled and special. He had hastily stuffed them in his pockets each time, even insisting on paying for most meals so you had no reason to keep any of them yourself. You looked at him funny the first few times but acquiesced.

(His favorite receipt was one you convinced him to let you hold for the night. When you returned it to him, there was a messy scribble of a smiling face, round and cute with big circles for glasses, and soft swoops of curls on the forehead. “Is this supposed to be me?” he had asked. You smiled and nodded, demeanor suddenly quieting. “Yeah. Hope you like it.”)

(He adored it like he never adored anything before.)

This clear plastic cup, with his name written on it and a growing treasure of trinkets, is the first thing he looks at when he wakes up in the morning, putting on his glasses. It’s the last thing he gazes at when he drifts off into sleep, limbs aching and heavy, both from standing on his feet all day as a busboy and from scouting the nights as Vigilante.

Adrian never considered himself the religious sort (and maybe Peacemaker was the closest he’d ever come to worshiping anything), but hell if looking at his name in your handwriting (with a heart dotting the ‘i’) doesn’t invigorate him the way a prayer might.

If you are not making out in Adrian’s car, you’re making out at the cafe, after hours. Sometimes during lunch. You latch onto each other with the sticky brazenness of horned up teenagers.

You cannot invite Adrian into your home. He understands your parents wouldn’t be too thrilled if you two were to hole up in your room. He doesn’t fully comprehend why, though -- something about how you barely talk to them? Offhand comments about avoiding them, without any explanation as to why.

He cannot invite you into his apartment. Something about a roommate that doesn’t like guests over.

(Adrian doesn’t have a roommate. He just worries you’ll stumble upon his secret somehow--the ammo. The blades. The helmet with the sick prescription visor).

It was a lie he told as badly as any other:

“Yeah, my roommate's a huge germaphobe. He doesn’t like it when people come over and contaminate his living space.” You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Not- not that you’re dirty, or anything. I mean, based on the things you do to me in my car, you’re a little dirty-” he chuckled here, eyes closing briefly. You had just rolled your eyes and walked away, at that point.

You have the good grace not to push further at the time (you didn’t even necessarily push to begin with- Adrian is just compelled to explain himself whenever he feels threatened the truth about Vigilante is about to be revealed).

Adrian delusionally thinks that he’s getting good at lying since you do not question his stories.

(Really, though? You’re scared of finding out whatever secrets Adrian may be keeping. Worried it might be something that will shatter this perfect, precious thing you have. The only thing keeping you sane; keeping your head bobbing just above the cold, crushing waters of depression.)

Adrian comes up with a way to show off his killer sharpshooter skills without having to bring you deep into the woods where he does some of his target practice with Peacemaker. He takes you to a bar downtown, one that doesn’t really scream ‘bring your date here!’, but at least has darts and billiards and half-decent bar food.

He carries two beers over to the high-top where you’re seated towards the back, scrolling intently through your phone. Shoulders hunched. It is only once he places the drinks down, signaling his presence, that the tension in your shoulders loosen, and your face opens up to him in a warm, gooey smile.

(Your smile isn’t gooey, necessarily; more like, it turns his insides gooey. Weirdly. But not unpleasantly.)

Adrian situates himself on the stool across from you, noticing the grimace you make after taking the first sip of your beer.

“I thought you said you like beer?”

Your face scrunches up as you settle the glass back onto the sticky surface of the table. “I said I don’t mind it. Still tastes kinda gross, though. Like piss.”

Adrian blinks, startled. “You know what piss tastes like?”

The question comes out louder than intended, drawing some attention to your table. He can’t help it. He doesn’t want to judge you, but he wouldn’t be too pleased if it turned out he’s been swapping spit with someone that knows what piss tastes like for some weird, fetish reason.

“No, you ass,” you grit out, the glare you send him softened by the clear amusement in your trembling lips. “I’m just saying. Like, the general aroma of beer is very. Piss-like.”

“Oh, okay,” he shrugs, relieved. “Well, this is a bar, you know. They have other drinks.” Adrian lifts his own glass to take a sip. The entire time, he’s careful to keep his arms off the table. The hand not holding his drink rests on his lap. It’ll drive him crazy later if he comes across any sticky spots on the sleeves of his sweater.

You grin and roll your eyes at him, like he told a joke. “I know they have other drinks here, Adrian. I just…” your gaze falls to the space between you before you continue: “I haven’t really drank much since coming back. I’m worried that anything other than beer might, like, awaken something in me.”

Adrian’s eyes widen behind his glasses. “Ooh, why? Are you a mean drunk?” One of the line cooks at Fennel Fields is a mean drunk. His mom used to be a mean drunk, but then she stopped drinking.

You snort. “No.” But then pause. And then blink. And the amused tone of your voice becomes more uncertain. “I mean, I don’t think I am. I didn’t used to be.”

“Well, in any case,” you shrug, “I don’t wanna find out tonight.”

Adrian watches as you lift the beer back to your mouth, taking a bigger sip this time. The way the rim of the glass presses to your lips (lips he still can’t believe he gets to kiss!). The sweet swell of your throat as you swallow (which he gets to kiss, too, and enjoys the quiet noises you make when he does so). It all has him gulping himself, eyes still glued to your face.

And, look- okay, he knows he has a bit of a staring problem. But usually, at this point of knowing someone, they would tell him to cut it out, it’s creepy or something equivalent. But you haven’t seemed to mind so far. You even smile at him, sometimes, like you’re sharing a secret.

It still baffles him, that you smile like that at him. That you willingly spend time with him, even in a place like this with its murky yellow lighting and beer-stench on every surface. He texts Peacemaker about it every now and then (despite the whole being in prison thing), about how he gets to make out with the hottest girl he’s ever seen- except, wait, is that even right?

He realizes you’re asking him a question. “Huh?”

“Can we get french fries?” you repeat, mouth still hovering just above the rim of your glass. Eyes glittering in the crappy bar lighting, voice small like you’re worried he’ll say no.

As if he could say no. Like, why would he? “Yeah, sure,” he responds. “The wings here are pretty good, too, if you want. Bar food makes beer taste better, at least.”

When you perk up at his answer, he feels like he’s won something. Which is why he hesitates before speaking again, afraid he might ruin the moment.

“Hey, can I ask you something? And please don’t get mad,” he rushes to add, eyes growing big.

You stare at him for a few silent seconds, eyes narrowed in a slightly suspicious squint. But then you nod, once, after taking another swig of beer.

“At the cafe, sometimes Ashe and the others use ‘they’ when talking about you.”

Adrian can’t tell if you look relieved, or if you’ve gone more rigid. You just sit there waiting for him to ask the question.

“Is that- is that something I should be doing, too?”

You take in a deep breath through your nose, as if to steady yourself, and then kind of deflate. You don’t seem mad, though, which is good.

“You can call me whatever you want, Adrian. She, or they, or both. As long as it’s just the two of us, or in front of the other baristas. But it’s not something I’m open about with, uh, most people.”

Adrian understands a thing or two about keeping secrets. “Like your parents?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “When I started at the Evergreen Bean, I felt safe enough… telling Ashe and Matty. Y’know, since they’d be able to relate. But also, they’re young enough to, like, not know me and my family, or anyone else our age. So, less chances someone that knows me will find out.”

“I know you,” Adrian points out. “You’re okay with me knowing?”

You hesitate for only a second. “Maybe I’m crazy for this, but I trust you.”

He doesn’t know what he’s done to earn your trust. Doesn’t understand why you’d allow him into this part of your world when you wouldn’t even allow your own parents. But he has enough sense not to broach that topic, and he got the answer to his question, so he leaves it at that, and gets up to go order the food at the bar.

When he returns after placing the order, he points out the dart boards hanging on the opposite wall. “Wanna play?”

You glance between him and where he’s pointing. “Hah! You’re kidding, right? What if I hurt somebody?” Despite all that, you slip off of the stool and follow him towards the dart boards.

Adrian starts picking off the darts from the pockmarked surface, smiling. “You’d have to be pretty bad at aiming to hurt someone.” There weren’t any tables around for patrons to sit at, and people knew to steer clear of the area and not walk through.

He hands you a dart.

“Okay,” you say, closing your fingers around the black stem of it. “Alright. It’s all in the wrist, right?”

Adrian laughs, and if it comes out mocking it’s only because he’s so used to doing something like this with someone as skilled and badass as Peacemaker, he forgot normal civilians sometimes don’t know how to, like, aim with accuracy.

He carefully extricates the dart back out of your hand, taking no notice of your now-deadpan stare. “On second thought, let me show you how to throw one first.” His original plan was to have you go first so that he can go next and dazzle you with a bullseye or few.

You fold your arms across your chest and watch as he positions himself. Turns his body towards you so his throwing arm is facing the wall with the dart board. He’d be distracted by how close you are to his chest if his mind wasn’t already in excellent marksman mode.

He talks you through what he’s doing, and why, muttering in a suddenly-serious, very focused tone. Arm a taut L shape with the dart held delicately between his thumb and forefinger. Careful to swing his arm back at just the elbow. Once. Twice. At the third, he releases the dart at just the right moment, and pierces the center of the small red circle.

“See?” he says, looking back at you. “Just like that.”

“Lucky shot,” you say, teasing. Feigning disinterest.

Adrian is already in too deep, overtaken by the cocky self-assuredness that’s typically present as Vigilante. So he doesn’t think to keep it casual as, holding eye contact with you, he quickly tosses two more darts and has the pleasure of watching your eyes widen. When you rip your gaze away to look at where the darts landed, and sees the way you lick your lips, he knows without checking that both hit dead center.

“Pretty hot, right?” he asks, remembering how you had mentioned how hot you find things like this- marksman, hitting targets, barely having to aim.

“Adrian Chase,” you start, eyes glittering in his direction, “are you showing off for me? Did you bring me here just to impress me?”

He doesn’t know how to tell you that he brought you to a halfway decent bar because he’s addicted to the way you light up for him. That you’re the only person he lets touch him. Likes the fire that licks up his veins when your fingertips graze against the back of his hands sometimes.

He thought banging chicks with Peacemaker was cool. But nothing beats the feeling of you pressed against him, of your hands in his hair and your mouth on his neck and the way your waist feels trapped between his own hands. Even if he does end up with blue balls at the end of a night with you.

So instead he just says something stupid about wanting to get your panties wet.

Which is, like, close enough to the truth, anyway.

“Dude!” You unfold your arms to shove playfully at his shoulder with one hand; he hardly budges, and so finds the action inoffensive. “You can’t just say things like that in public!” You’re laughing as you say this, so he decides you can’t be that mad.

“Why not? This is a bar. The guys sitting a table over from us have been saying worse things all night.”

You scoff. “Whatever. Hand me a dart, I want to try now!”

Adrian obliges you, but then has a flash of a memory:

Him and Peacemaker bringing a couple of tipsy girls back to Chris’ trailer. One of the girls coyly admitting, “I’ve never shot a gun before.” Them corralling the girls out back into the woods, where they keep targets pinned to trees and other garbage used for target practice littered throughout the forest floor. Peacemaker angling the one that made the comment in front of him, ass flush to his pelvis, steadying her arm out as she aimed the pistol he lent her. Peacemaker looking back and winking at Vigilante.

So he whips a hand out to your waist, trying to copy what Peacemaker did that day, and turns you around. Presses your back to his chest so you’re both facing the same direction. Other hand gently encircling your wrist to raise your arm.

It’s clumsy and awkward, at first. How quick and sudden the movement happened, the fact that Adrian never touches you this intimately when other people are around. You stiffen, and hold your breath, but then over your shoulder he asks “Is this okay?” and you shiver at the way his breath tickles your neck and melt into his touch. Muscles going lax as you sigh, and nod.

Adrian revels in the warmth of your body against his and thinks about the thumbs-up Chris would give him if were here right now, and draws your hand back towards your shoulder. You let go of the dart when he tells you to, and you both watch as it lands a few spaces below where his landed.

You beam back at him from over your shoulder. He hopes you do not feel the semi he’s definitely sporting in his jeans right now.

You throw a few more darts, just like that--fixed to each other, movements gliding together. When the food arrives at your table, you’re reluctant to peel away from him.

“Wanna take the food to go?” you suggest.

So, maybe you did feel him half hard against your ass.

“Adrian!”

It’s just ten minutes before close when Adrian walks into the cafe a few nights later. He, unfortunately, cannot hang out with you tonight. There’s been too many murmurings of a group of relentless creeps that kept hanging around the club downtown, hiding in alleyways to snatch at staggering drunks.

One too many nights without interference from the ever infamous Vigilante had made them bold. Adrian plans on gleefully making them regret it.

You called his name from behind the counter, bouncing animatedly. A stark contrast from how he usually finds you at work with tired, sloped shoulders. Your energy is electric, and his grin slowly spreads to match your own, albeit confusedly.

Ashe shuffles out from the back, slipping into their jacket. Adrian blinks in their direction.

“Oh, hey Ashe. You’re not usually still here at this time.”

They grimace. “New product launch. Had to help prep.”

Ashe glances back at you, and Adrian follows their gaze. Are you… vibrating?

“Good luck with them,” are Ashe’s parting words to Adrian as they dart quickly out the front door.

Adrian frowns at the barista’s back as they leave, even more confused. When he turns his attention back to the counter, you’re gone. He steps closer, calling your name out into the store. Maybe you snuck off to the back for something?

Out of nowhere, you pop back up, quite literally, from behind the counter again. You begin telling him something, talking as if you’ve been mid-conversation this whole time, but Adrian can’t focus on anything you’re saying. He’s trying to calm his suddenly-rapidly beating heart. His hand had instinctively flown to his waist, where he usually keeps his pistol on his suit.

Did he just get fucking jump-scared in a perfectly normal, well-lit cafe?

You pause, finally noticing his slightly rattled state. Your eyebrows knit together, trying to piece together what could possibly be wrong. Adrian watches in dread as your face slowly morphs into that of diabolically tickled realization; your eyes are bright and your grin reveals your teeth.

“Did I just scare you?”

“No,” he stresses, much too quickly and very defensively.

Laughter bursts out of you at his denial. “Dude, I totally just scared you!”

Adrian finally moves his hand from where it was poised at his hips, around a gun that isn’t there, and crosses his arms firmly in front of his chest. “Uh, no,” he repeats. “I just- I was worried because I just remembered I left the stove on. In my apartment.”

You snort, disbelieving. “Uh-huh. What’re you still doing here, then?” He cocks his head at you. “Don’t you have to run back home and turn the stove off?”

“No, well.” He clears his throat. “I just remembered I did. I remembered to turn it off, actually. So, no need to leave.”

Your responding giggles come out jittery. Seriously, there’s something off about you tonight-- your eyes are wider than they ought to be this close to the end of your shift. As happy as you usually get when Adrian comes to visit (something he is apprehensively proud of), there’s just something chaotic emanating off of you right now.

“Now, as I was saying,” you continue, slamming your hands down on the counter. “The owners of this joint decided they wanna keep up with Starbucks. So, I have a special treat in store for you tonight! Something that’ll really help with your weird little all-nighters.”

Some dots begin to connect in Adrian’s head. Your restless movements, and too-wide eyes (still shadowed by exhaustion--a sign of being unnaturally Too Awake). Ashe looked like they were in a rush to leave, like they didn’t want to be part of something. What did they say? New product launch?

And your first words to him in over ten years were, “I dunno, cocaine?”

Holy shit, are you coked out of your fucking mind right now?

No, no, no no no no- Adrians claps his hands over his ears and screws his eyes shut and begins humming as loud as he could, very off-key. If he doesn’t hear about the drugs then he has no evidence, and without evidence he doesn’t have to kill you- well, not like he would at this point. But he’d have to tip off the authorities and have you locked up for selling cocaine for the piece of shit owners of the coffee shop (whom he would have definitely killed. Absolutely and without hesitation, especially for getting you involved in something so illegal and being the reason someone else he cares about is taken away from him-)

He feels something light thud off his chest, and blinks open his eyes in a startle. Your arms are crossed across your front, face bemused, and a little annoyed. A plastic cup now rolls against the toe of his sneakers-the thing that apparently bounced off his chest.

You huff, “Adrian. What gives?” You tap your foot agitatedly, the energy in your system shifting from excitement to irritation. “I was just telling you about our Cold Brew-”

“Cold brew?” Adrian cuts off, hands hovering away from his ears now, face scrunching up in confusion. “Is that what the new street name is for it?”

You search his face, utterly lost. “What?”

“I mean, I guess it makes sense?” His arms fully lower back down, gears turning in his head as he parses the name. “Considering some of the other names for it are related to snow. So, something cold, and because this is a coffee shop, tack the word ‘brew’ onto it. Huh. Y’know, if it weren’t illegal, I’d be totally impressed with the creativity.”

“Christ, Adrian-” You roll your eyes. “How many times do I have to tell you that was a joke? We don’t sell crack here! Cold Brew is a drink.”

Adrian’s relief is palpable as he smiles, letting out a breath that relaxes his shoulders.

“Okay, good, because-” he pauses to chuckle- “it would have been bad if word got out that you were dealing drugs here! Imagine if that Vigilante guy-” (he says ‘Vigilante guy’ with such comical exaggeration, he misses the way it makes your eyes narrow in suspicion)- “he’d probably- probably have to kill everyone that works here!”

He continues to laugh, jarringly loud, in an attempt to assure you he’s joking. He’s not, like, threatening you, or anything. Like, how would Adrian even know for sure what Vigilante would do? Not like he knows the guy.

A beat of silence passes between you both before you continue dismissively.

“Anyway. Back to what I was saying. We have Cold Brew now! It’s like iced coffee, except better. Stronger. Faster.” The light returns to your eyes as you promote the drink to Adrian like a good little barista.

“Faster?” questions Adrian.

“Yes!” you affirm. “That’s gonna be my pitch to customers to convince them to go for the more expensive iced coffee.”

“But how is it faster? A drink can’t be faster. That doesn't make any sense.”

“It’s about how it makes you feel, Adrian. Don’t question my methods. Look, I even taste tested the drink myself to better sell it. And now, I believe what I’m selling because I’m faster!” As if to prove your own point, you run around the counter to the front door and lock it, and then run back.

It just kind of looks like your typical running speed to Adrian. Which isn’t terribly fast, all things considered.

That’s when it dawns on him that this super caffeine is the reason you’re practically vibrating out of your own skin.

“Is this Cold Brew worse than the Americano?” he asks, remembering the adrenaline that pumped in his veins that night.

“No no, it’s better!” you promise, misunderstanding his question. “Tastes better, too! I’ll still put caramel in yours, though.”

Adrian then watches you quickly make him one of your new drinks while explaining the process. That, unlike iced coffee, the coffee is brewed in cold water. And how it’s stronger, yeah, but smoother, and sweeter.

(You are pouring him a large. He does not know if he should find this concerning yet.)

After you hand him his drink, you turn back to focus on closing tasks and begin counting the money from the till.

After taking a sip from the drink (which doesn’t really taste any different from a regular iced coffee. He’s not about to tell you this, though), Adrian says, “Sorry we can’t hang out tonight.”

“Oh, that’s alright!” you say, keeping your eyes on the money. “I’m meeting my friends from Seattle, actually. We’re gonna have a ‘Girls Night,’ so to speak.”

“I take it they don’t know about your other pronoun.”

“No,” you say, glancing up at him with half a smile. “They don't. But that’s a hilarious way to put it.”

When you finally come around the counter to walk Adrian to the front and unlock the door for him, it’s with a sort of rushed giddiness. “C’mon, c’mon, you gotta go so that I can get ready!”

You’re excited. You’re actually excited about seeing these friends of yours. There’s a part of his brain that tells him he should be happy for you, but the curious, agitated feeling of jealousy stirs within his ribs instead.

The idea that you might light up for someone other than him makes him uneasy. What friends are Peacemaker making while he’s away? Are they cooler than him?

“Alright, what do you want?” you ask, pulling Adrian out of his thoughts.

“Huh-?”

“You’re standing there with that pathetic puppy-dog look you get sometimes. What do you want?”

He perks up. “Can I get a good-luck kiss before I go?”

You raise a brow at him. “Luck? For what?”

Adrian blinks. Back-peddles. “Uh, did I say ‘luck’? I meant ‘bye.’ A good-bye kiss.”

You’re smirking at him when you say, “has anyone ever told you you’re kind of needy?”

His shoulders kind of slump a little. “Yeah.” Chris. “But, I mean, you’re one to talk!” he continues, raising his voice. “You throw yourself at me, like, all the time.”

“Excuse me?” you scoff. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

Like it? Adrian fucking thrives in it. “Yeah, I like it, but that’s not the point!”

You just stand there, smirking and stubborn and devestangtly pretty in your milk-splattered button-down and undone apron. Frustrated (and still riled up by jealousy), Adrian groans and grabs your face between his hands (warm cheeks, a splotch of some unidentifiable syrup somewhere under his left thumb) and kisses the arrogance out of your smile.

All your kisses taste like coffee. He pulls your bottom lip between his teeth and licks the flavor there. Soft and sweet--caramel. You moan softly into the kiss, and he takes it as a sign that you hopefully won’t forget him tonight when hanging out with your other friends. He deepens the kiss for good measure, though; traces his tongue on the sharp edge of your teeth, your tongue, tattoos himself into your mouth.

When you pull apart, Adrian is reassured by your breathlessness that he won’t be soon forgotten. The confident grin as he leaves is softened by his own flushed face.

Downtown isn’t spectacularly bustling. Really, the nightlife in Evergreen isn’t much of a buzz for tourists. But there’s a club and a (now-closed) Starbucks and a 24-hour diner and other late-night eats, so the locals have something fun to do when they don’t want to take a trip to Seattle, save money on gas and let loose.

Adrian finds he’s running just a smidge behind schedule. Vigilante was supposed to get to the club just before the intoxicated people started spilling out past midnight, one by one, into the night. Seize the creeps just as they snatched up some drunk and unassuming passerby. Swoop in, break some bones, make the bad guys regret being born, save the day, et cetera.

But he got distracted along the way. The coffee his favorite barista made was making him antsy, and when he was ready to zero in his focus on his plans for tonight (just the 1 crime, thankyouverymuch), he found he could not sit still long enough. His jittery mind had him scouting the streets looking for trouble, and what he found was a carjacker that he beat within an inch of their life, a couple of vandals that gave him a chase, and a little old lady that he volunteered to help cross the road.

(“You should be careful being out this late on your own, ma’am,” he told the old woman, seeing her safely onto the sidewalk. “You don’t know what kind of weirdos are out at night!” He laughed behind his mask, an attempt at lightheartedness. The old lady gasped, “oh my.”)

Adrian nears the club. Can feel the bass of it humming in his bones as he approaches. (Or was that the Cold Brew?) He’s on the side of the street that sees less traffic--the entrance of the club faces the main road, but the alley where the creeps lurk in waiting for their next victim is hidden away on the dismal, desolated side street. The street that houses abandoned industrial buildings with shattered windows behind chain link fences that make people think about tetanus shots in passing. Broken glass decorating the grounds, where weed grows in the cracks of the asphalt.

It’s the kind of street people in their right mind know not to walk alone once the sun sets.

But sloshed club-goers aren’t typically in their right mind, are they?

He picks up the clear sound of struggle as he gets closer to the alley way, and the start of a scream that gets quickly muffled. The blood pumping to his heart thud-thud-ing with giddy anticipation. Adrian starts skipping, eager to dive in and save the day and watch the life drain out of some eyes.

Adrian enthusiastically rounds the corner into the alley, an exultant, “Hey, motherfuckers-” dying on the tip of his tongue as he skids to a halt.

It’s three of them, of varying heights and weights and yet all similar in their hideousness, and the matching sneers they send his way. It’s not the number or size of them that makes Adrian balk (three is child’s play, really). No, what makes him freeze is the figure that they’re crowding, whose hair is clutched in one of their big unworthy fists, mouth covered by his other hand; whose eyes are familiar, but wild with fear; whose short black dress has ridden up, and whose knees are skinned bloody through torn stockings.

The one holding you by your scalp--the biggest one--lets go of your hair to pull out a knife, and tightens his grip on the lower half of your face as he pulls you harder against his body. You whimper at the abrupt roughness, and when he draws the knife to your neck, your shriek gets caught between your mouth and his grip.

“Don’t come closer!” he threatens, “or we’ll slit her throat.”

The shock of seeing you wears off, and something cold and other falls over Adrian. Over Vigilante. He notices not a single one of them pulls out a gun. Guess you don’t need guns when your victims are inebriated.

When Adrian speaks, there’s a smooth, calm chill that enters his tone. “I can’t promise not to kill you if you let her go, but I can promise it’ll be fast, which is more than you three pieces of shit deserve.” His head dips forward. “Which is a shame, because I was really looking forward to making it slow and painful for you fucks.”

One of them is actually visibly nervous, eyes darting back and forth between Adrian and his companions, hands fidgety. This is the one he decides to shoot in the knees.

Adrian whips out his pistol and pulls the trigger twice before any of them gets the chance to react. The nervous one cries out as the bullets fly through his shitty kneecaps.

A flurry of chaos and movement unfurls in the dark alley like a domino effect as the Nervous One collapses to the ground, howling in pain. The Big One holding you suddenly roars, a sound of fury and pain, as he reflexively shoves you aside against the hard brick walls. He yells out something unsavory-(“You bitch!!”)- and the way he shakes his hand indicates that you may have just bitten him amidst all the commotion. (Adrian feels a quick burst of pride at that.)

At the same time, the third guy pulls out his own blade and rushes recklessly towards Adrian in what can only be considered a pure act of idiocy. Adrian chuckles, deciding to entertain the man and not shoot him in the face. He quickly holsters his gun and side steps just as Shitty Pervert #3 reaches him. The attacker trips forward, unable to stop in time, and Adrian grabs his shirt collar and tugs, so that the creep is forced towards him and his nose connects with Adrian’s gloved fist in a satisfying, sickening crunch.

The knife clatters uselessly to the ground as he stumbles, cradling his gushing nose with a groan.

The cacophony of wailing grown men fills the dark alley way.

“Hah, man you guys are a bunch of crybabies. I would’ve thought all of that toxic masculinity meant you’d be able to take a broken nose and bullets to the knees like a champ.”

At the sound of heavy footsteps charging behind him, Adrian twists his body and sticks out his foot, tripping the biggest one, who crashes into the one with the broken nose. They collide in an ungraceful, painful heap to the pavement.

The big one is quick to struggle getting up, but Adrian pins him down with a knee to his back, further squishing the other guy into the ground. Adrian grabs one of the big guy’s flailing arms--the one that was clutching your hair--and folds it behind his back. He takes out one of his blades with his other hand.

“Hey,” Adrian mutters, tone gravelly, “I’m going to cut off your fingers, one by one, so that you can feel even just a shred of the fear and pain you’e inflicted on others with these despicable fucking hands.”

The man growls underneath him, and continues struggling. This does not deter Adrian, who further cements his hold and starts sawing off his thumb. “This little piggy went to the market…”

Five dismembered fingers later, Adrian pulls away to take out his pistol again, and kills two birds with one stone; the barrel of the gun pressed firmly against the back of the big one’s head, he pulls the trigger and both bodies beneath him fall still.

Adrian rises and turns around, noticing that the one that’s left has been trying to drag himself further into the alley. And he’s sobbing. Gross, warbly, pathetic sounds reverberating off the brick walls.

“Where ya’ going, buddy?” Adrian stalks towards him and grabs the crying man by the shoulders, dragging him back towards where you sit, trembling against the wall of the alley, attempting to look as small as possible. Adrian crouches, and makes the guy face you with a firm grip on the back of his skull. “You weren’t going to leave without apologizing, were you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please, God-” The words ooze out wet and weepy.

Adrian looks at you. “What do you think? Was that a good apology?”

Your eyes fly to Adrian’s face, as if surprised he’s addressing you. Your mouth is hidden behind both your hands, and you do not lower them to speak. Instead, you glance back to the face of the guy he’s holding, and finally, slowly, nod.

“Good!” Adrian says.

Cozies the nozzle of the pistol right under the man’s quivering jaw.

And blows his brains out.

You jump slightly, squeaking behind your hands, eyes squeezing shut as a small spray of blood decorates your face. Adrian lets the lifeless body drop between you.

“Hey, you’re okay now,” he says. “They’re all dead!”

He gently pries your hands away from your face, unaffected by your flinch. Holding your shaking hands in his gloved ones, he slowly stands up and brings you with him. He realizes this is the first time he’s ever seen you in any kind of jacket. If it weren’t for the short dress, you’d almost be appropriately-dressed for the weather.

The look on your tear-stained face is queasy. Uneasy. He remembers you do not know it’s him under the mask.

“Where are your friends,” Adrian asks, remembering your planned Girls Night. For some reason, this question makes your face crumple, and you begin to cry. “Hey, whoa-” Adrian goes rigid, letting go of your hands- “I didn’t- what’s wrong?”

You hide your face behind your hands as sobs begin to wrack your entire body. You say something unintelligible into your open palms. He can’t parse a word of it.

“Hey, okay,” Adrian’s hands hover uselessly over your arms as he begins shushing you. “There, there?” He’s out of his element here. You’ve never cried in front of him before. He’s seen you sad, or distant, or grumpy, but this is unfamiliar.

“Is there, uh, someone you can call? Someone you trust to come get you?”

The crying slows, then quiets into a hiccup, and you peek at him from between your fingers. “Someone I trust?”

“Uh-huh. Someone that can get you home safely.”

Your hands drop completely from your face, and something in your expression changes. Softens a bit. “Yeah, there is someone…” Despite the blood now smeared across the bridge of your nose and your cheeks, and the smudged makeup, your lips curve into a small smile. It is very, heart-achingly lovely. And for whatever (drunken) reason, you begin rambling.

“He’s great, actually! The best, most sweetest guy I know. I don’t even know what I did to deserve his attention, let alone his friendship-hic!- he’s just, like, really silly and he’s so, so nice to me-”

Who the fuck is this guy? Adrian thinks, a little annoyed. A lot jealous.

Your phone is in your hands now, grinning stupidly at your screen as you pull up some guy’s number. What the fuck? He’s the one that’s supposed to be making you smile like that. Adrian crosses his arms, head cocked to the side in irritation.

You raise the phone to your ear, muttering, “I hope it’s not too late,” to yourself, starting to chew your bottom lip.

When Aqua’s Barbie Girl starts playing from his back pocket, you both freeze.

Your eyes slowly drag themselves up until they rest on his face, brows knitting together as you make eye contact with him behind the visor.

“S-stay right here,” Adrian says, throwing his hands up as though it will cement you to the wall you’re leaning against. “I just- gotta take this real quick.”

He turns and half jogs out of the alley, and rounds the corner before pulling the phone out of his pocket. He’s a little breathless when he answers the phone and says your name. “Sorry if I sound out of breath right now. Just got back from jogging a half mile, if you could believe it! I know it’s, like, crazy to run at this time but I figure I’m safe at night, y’know, since I’m a man, and I’m white-”

“Adrian?”

His name comes through a rattled whisper on the phone. But loud and clear from his left. He whips his head around.

You’re standing at the mouth of the alley, gaping at him, stunned. The blood flowing from your knee shines wetly now under the glow of the street lamp. In the light, he also notices a tear at the hem of your pretty dress.

Your cell phone falls from your hand.

A second later, you’re bent over. Hurling on the sidewalk.

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scarletttries · 3 years ago

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Till Death Do Us Part (Adrian Chase Request)

Pairing: Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader

Rating: Not explicit, mentions of severe injury

Word Count: 2.3k

Request: “Hello! Adore your writing ✨ May I request for Adrian Chase x Reader in which there’s an attempted murder of the reader in their wedding and she almost did die but they got in the hospital in a lucky time? (clearly saw that you implied it in one of your fics and got me wondering) thank you 😊💖”

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for this request, I am actually wedding planning for my own next year so it was really cute to write something wedding based! 😊And the fic this request loosely links to is here.

Till Death Do Us Part

"Almost done, just a few more minutes." Harcourt negotiated, watching you shift uncomfortably in the chair she had held you hostage in for what felt like an entire morning. You were cranky from waking up in a bed alone for the first time in years, stomach too unsettled to handle any breakfast, and now frustrated from the torture she was inflicting upon you, bringing tool after tool to your skin and eyes.

"There." She stepped back admiring her handywork., "You really do make a beautiful bride." She said softly, melting all that stress and anxiety away as you shifted in your seat to face the mirror. You were finally ready for your wedding day.

It felt like far more than six months ago that Adrian had asked you to marry him, haphazard as ever and tripping over every word as he laid out the life he dreamed of having and how it would only be possible with you by his side. It was the easiest yes of your life, not a single doubt that he was the man you wanted to spend your life with, even after only a year of knowing each other. You were never the sort to be certain of much, especially when it came to dating, but now you knew that was just because you had been waiting for him, crashing into your life with absolutely everything you didn't realise you needed. His loyalty and dedication were the stuff of fairy-tales, making every day more fun and loving than the last. And now you were going to make the promise to stay together forever. You had never been more ready.

Adebayo came into your dressing room without knocking, clutching a clipboard like her life depended on it, taking her maid of honour duties incredibly seriously from the moment you had asked. Her face was serious as she gave you a once over, a smile breaking through the professional demeanour she was trying to hold herself with,

"Damn, Mrs Chase, you scrub up real nice!" You blushed, more at the use of your soon-to-be name than her compliment, but feeling wonderful about yourself none-the-less.

"Thank you both, I don't know how we could have pulled this off without you." You said softly, giving them each a quick hug, careful not to hold it long enough for tears to form in your eyes in fear of smudging Emilia's hard work.

"We wouldn't have it any other way." Adebayo nodded back, checking her watch. You had 15 minutes until you were expected down the aisle, and you were counting down every second. As you all shared a drink from a flask Harcourt had snuck in especially for this moment, giving you the obligatory 'you can run away now if you want, we'll steal a car, just say the word' speech, you heard shouting from down the hall.

"I swear it's this way! Just hold it for a fucking second dude." You heard Chris's voice echo through the doorway, and without time to react, he and Adrian burst through the door to your dressing room. You locked eyes with Adrian, sharing a silent moment of taking in how beautiful you both looked, before Harcourt was up and shoving the door shut in their faces.

"Wrong door assholes!" She called out angrily and you heard a dramatic shriek from the other side of the door,

"NOOO! I saw her! That's bad luck! Oh fuck I've ruined our wedding day. fucking shit, fuck! Chris I'm going to kill you! But not right now, because I don't want to get blood on my suit. But Fuck you man, this is the worst thing you've ever done." You could hear Adrian spiralling, slamming his fist against the wall behind him, genuinely terrified that this would be enough to stop you promising to be his wife.

"Adrian," you called softly through the door, stopping his monologue in a single breath, "Nothing can stop this from being a perfect day. Because I get to marry you, my best friend. So don't panic, and definitely don't kill anyone, because I love you and can't wait to be married to you very soon, okay?" You heard a deep sigh from the corridor as he responded, his tone more relaxed than before,

"Okay, you're right. And I love you too. And I only saw you a tiny bit but I already know you look out-of-this-world beautiful babe. See you properly soon." You smiled as Adebayo stuck her head carefully out the door,

"Okay, so move along! Bathroom is two doors down, then you better get up that aisle so help me god!" You laughed as you heard the shuffle of their feet, embarrassed by their scolding, and you all went back to making all your finishing touches were perfectly executed.

***

The moment you stepped through the double doors into the hall, it was like time stood still. Your eyes locked on Adrian, beaming with pride as you stepped towards him, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. Watching the way you floated down the aisle in your dress, a kind smile spreading across your face as you looked at him in his suit, he truly felt like somehow all the good he had tried to do in his life still didn't measure up for him to deserve you. You could see his eyes start to shimmer as you drew closer, so overwhelmed that this dream was finally coming true for you both, and Chris set a firm hand on his shoulder, a rare display of affection as he was genuinely pleased for his best friend. As you took the final step to stand face to face with Adrian you caught him in a rare moment of being truly speechless.

"You look beautiful Adrian, I love you." You broke the silence, before turning to Adebayo and Harcourt stood behind you. As you extended your bouquet for them to hold, you watched both their faces contort in confusion and then drop in horror, staring at your chest. You looked down to see what had caught their attention, praying it wasn't a stain or bug, only to find a bright red dot had appeared on your dress.

"Adrian." you mumbled quietly in confusion before a shot rang out, pushing you to the floor with its force. As the room quickly swirled into chaos you heard a sea of screams, and felt yourself being moved carefully, before you couldn't fight off the darkness encroaching your eyes any more.

***

Beeping. That was the first thing you could bring yourself to focus on as you returned to the realm of the living. Too tired to open your eyes, you focused on the beeping, counting along to ensure you didn't slip into darkness again. You felt the chill in your body as you became aware of your limbs again, a deep ache in your shoulder like someone was pressing all their weight on a bruise forming there. You counted along with the beeping machinery for a few minutes before deciding to take the next step, ready to face whatever stood on the other side of your eyelids.

As you blinked them open slowly, the blinding light distorting your vision, you could make out the cold clinical environment of a hospital room, and you let out a deep breath piecing together what must have happened. You felt a shift in weight next to you at your deep sigh, and glanced down to see a crumpled form leaning on the side of your bed. Slowly tilting his head upwards, his eyes met yours, blinking in disbelief as you returned his stare.

"Adrian." You choked out croakily, voice laced with concern at the state of him. His eyes were red from crying and sleep deprivation, his skin grey in pallor as if he had spent the last two days on the brink of death as much as you. He was still dressed in his wedding suit, jacket now discarded, and white shirt stained with blood, and you knew instinctively it must be yours, from refusing to let you go as they brought you to the emergency room. Finally his stunned silence was broken with a loud sob,

"You're alive. " He scrambled to sit up, carefully climbing up to sit on your bed and cup your face in his hands, unsure he'd ever see your smile again, and unwilling to face a world where that was a possibility.

"Are you okay love?" you asked as his whole body seemed to shake, tears falling freely from his eyes, loud sobs filling the room. He managed to let out a laugh, sounding near hysterical as a smile broke out across his pale face,

"You get shot by a government assassin on our wedding day, bleed out on the way to the hospital, spend two days unconscious and your first question is if I'm okay!" You instinctively smiled at his tone, as medical staff started filling the room, drawn in by his hysterical cries. They ran a few tests, happily reporting you were stable and through the worst of it, but that you'd just need to stay in a few more days. You nodded and tried to listen to their advice, but your focus was taken up almost solely by Adrian, unwilling to move from his perch on your bed, still staring at your face in disbelief as he thought he might wake up from the dream at any moment. The nurse in charge said she would tell your friends in the waiting room they could come in, and you thanked her, moving your tired arms to wrap around Adrian, trying to console him. As you were left alone again he took your hands in his,

"Promise me you'll be okay. I know I cursed our wedding, but you are my whole world, and all I've thought about for the last 48 hours is how I'd go on without you, and honestly I realised that I couldn't do it. If you die, I die. There's nothing else to it, I can't live with out you, I can't go back to feeling like I did before we met - feeling so alone I thought I’d never get past it. You are my life, there's nothing for me without you." You used all your strength to sit forward, cutting him off with a kiss he eagerly responded too, threatening to never stop. You leant back for a breath and reassured him,

"I'm not going anymore Adrian, I will never leave you." Your firm tone alleviated his immediate fears and he sat up a little, nodding and wiping the tears around his eyes.

"Hey! You know there are easier ways to get out of marrying Adrian right?" Chris burst through the door all smiles, earning a soft slap from Harcourt for his comment, who immediately moved to your side, placing a soft kiss on the top of head,

"I knew you'd pull through tough guy."

Economos immediately held a cup of water with a straw to your lips,

"You're going to need to keep hydrated okay, it'll be a long recovery." fulfilling his usual role as team medic. Adebayo joined you last, carrying a balloon and a teddy but looking almost as distraught as Adrian had. She kept her eyes fixed to the floor as she said gingerly,

"I don't know how to tell you this, but your wedding dress is completely ruined, like unsalvageable. There was nothing we could do." She looked up through her tears as you laughed loudly, genuinely moved by her concerns for your dress, as if any of that felt important to you right now.

"I appreciate it Ady but I'd be happy wearing this hospital gown as long as I got to marry Adrian." You squeezed his hand, so warmed by all the love in the room. He shifted to lie in bed next you, avoiding your injured shoulder as he pulled you into his chest.

"We had a feeling you might say that," Emilia said as he nodded to Economos, who stood at the end of your bed as Adebayo joined Harcourt on your left and Chris moved to stand by Adrian's side. John started to speak, doing his best to keep a measured tone as you and Adrian let out confused laughs.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to unite these two beautiful idiots in less than holy matrimony. Does anyone have any reason why these two should not be married right here, right now?" He looked to you and Adrian to gage your reaction, to which Adrian responded,

"I can't face being unmarried another second." You nodded and John continued, as Emilia pulled a small box out of her pocket, having spent two days desperately clutching your rings in hands and praying you would get the chance to use them.

"Do you, Adrian Chase, take (Y/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?" He had already said yes a dozen times by the time John had finished the question, hand shakily taking a ring from Harcourt and sliding it on your finger, tears trailing over his cheeks again.

"And do you (y/n) take Adrian Chase to be your husband?"

"Really think about it!" Chris chimed in, ruffling Adrian's hair with pride.

"I absolutely do." You smiled, gilding his hand with the small gold ring you had picked together.

"Then, by the power vested in me by the internet, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss, Carefully!" Adrian planted a delicate kiss on your lips, tenderly cradling your face as your friends applauded. It wasn't the wedding day you had planned, but with your new husband by your side, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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lexacoolfox · 3 years ago

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Hi!!!!Can I have separate headcanons of obanai, sanemi, tengen, and rengoku dating a tall male s/o(even taller than tengen) who is a sorta like a vigilante that kills demons and can easily kill lower moons . They are also an immortal zombie that can’t die no matter what and they fight with giant meat cleavers and multiple knives. They are not associated with the demon slayer corps thinking they are all stupid and dumb and that they only get in the way and prefers to handle all of it themselves. He kills demons in brutal and scary ways and it’s kinda a horrifying scene to watch and really just bloody which causes people and demons to run away and be scared or vomit. But besides that they are really overprotective of them and will fight all there battles for them no matter how mad they get and even take damage for them. They also kinda have super strength too and are quiet only when they do speak they respond like a cavemen with broken English.

Ok, I’ve never done anything like this before…but I’m not about to back down from a challenge! I will do my best not to disappoint!

Sanemi Shinazugawa

So sanemi saw you while he was on a mission to find a demon and kill it. He found it but all the sudden two knives flew and stabbed the demons legs causing them to fall to the ground. You then quickly ran to it has he held up his head and used a meat cleaver to chop off it head. Then a bunch of blood sprayed out of its neck.

Sanemi was hiding behind a tree but got a good look at your face and you had a couple of scars and stitches across your arm and a little bit on your face. You were also pretty tall and had a nice build, sanemi was was red cause of how hot he thought you were.

After that he asked master Oyakata about you. But the master had no idea who you were. The master then sent a message to all demon slayers about the individual. Nobody knew who you were. The master came to the conclusion that you must be a vigilant. Which confused the master and the hashira. Why don’t you join them?

Oyakata order ever hashira to find you and try to bring you to headquarters.

Sanemi actaully found you by pure luck, he saw you killing a group of demons. He was surprised by how quickly you did it. As he was approaching you he stepped on a twig that snapped. You quickly snap your head and you saw him. Faster than he could blink you pinned him to the ground holding a meat cleaver to his throat. You looked at him for a second and you realized that he was a human. So you remove the meet cleaver from his throat. You gave him your hand or help him up to which he accepted. You were about to leave before he stopped you.

“Wait! What’s your name?”

“Y/N L/N”

“My master sent me to bring you to the demon slayer headquarters!”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Demon slayers…get in my way…I do it…by myself…go away…”

You were barely able to say a sentence. Your speech was terrible. You looked at him one more time

“Cute.”

The you were gone. Leaving a flustered sanemi.

He kept trying to find you while also hunting demons. One night a demon was about to attack him from behind but then some knives was thrown into his eyes, then you came and sliced his head off while also slicing his chest and legs. It was your breathing technique.

“Thanks you really saved me.”

“Cute.”

Before sanemi can respond a demon came and stab his claw thru your stomach. As he pulled his claw out but you were still standing. Your turned around and sliced off the demons arm and then sliced his head. The area you were in was pretty bloody. Your stomach made some weird noises and it slowly regrow.

Sanemi then held his sword to you

“Your a demon!”

“No…not demon.”

But he didn’t believe you and sliced your head off. But you just walked over to your head and put it back on your shoulder.

“What are you!?”

You shrugged your shoulders, cause you yourself didn’t know. Then went away.

Then this little relationship started.

Anytime sanemi was fighting demons you would jump in if he was about to be injured and take the hit. And kill the demons pretty brutally. Sometimes demons slayers were near by, some would run away or puke.

“I don’t need your help! I can handle things by myself!”

“Cute.”

You said as lean down and kiss him. To which he blushed and starts yelling at you. Cause he’s a Tsundere. You stuck around even when the sun came up.

You didn’t burn in the sunlight, so it’s definitely true your not a demon. You guys went back to your place. It was actually well built and had a lot of room. You lead sanemi to the couch and sat him down, then went to the kitchen to make some food. You actually made his favorite food. He’s had plenty of ohagi but this was the most delicious ohagi he’s ever had. He just got an even bigger crush on you.

He understood why you thought the way you did about the demon slayer. But he still wanted you to at least meet his master and hashira. But still you would deny his request.

You two got close and your relationship eventually got romantic. Sanemi was really happy to be with you and you loved sanemi very much.

He does get mad when you take hits for him, even though you would be just fine. I think he hates that the one he loves gets hurt under his care. It makes him feel like a failure.

Sanemi also tries to help you speak better. He tries his best to be patient with you, cause he know that you didn’t have anybody to teach you.

He does get a little mad when you just for no reason pick him up and kiss him. Cause 1 he considers that as you saying he’s short 2 he wants to be the how do you say ‘dominate’ one in the relationship and you just kiss him like your the dominate one. And 3 you always say ‘cute’ after you kiss him.

Uzui Tengen

Tengen found out about you from one of his wives. She was concerned and thought you were a demon. You looked really strong to her. So he went to the district where she saw you. It was true indeed there were some demons in the district, before he could kill them somebody came in and killed them.

Tengen thought you killed them very flamboyantly and he considered you to have a skill of a hashira. The weapon of choice was strange to him. Multiple knives and meat cleavers. There was blood sprayed everywhere.

After you were done he got behind you and tapped your shoulder. (Also keep in mind your taller than him.) to which you quickly turn and hold a meat cleaver to his throat. Until you realize it a person then you put it down.

“Who…are you?”

He noticed how broken your speech sounded

“I just came here to say, you defeated those demons very flamboyantly! I’m impressed!”

“…flam-flem-flum…”

It’s the first time you ever heard the word ✨flamboyant✨ so you were confused when he said it.

“Are you perhaps a new demon slayer?”

“No.”

“You should join then!”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Demon slayers…don’t like it…dumb…I handle it by…myself…”

Then just as suddenly as you appeared, you disappeared.

For the next coming days you were stuck in his head. The same for you he was stuck in your head.

So one time you saw him and followed him, you were actually very stealthy.

He was about to be attack by a demon, you threw some knives into its feet and then ran and chopped off its head. But before it disappeared it got a good scratch on your face.

Uzui looked at you and saw how your face reconnected, it had healed itself. He then backed away from you

“Your a demon?”

“No.”

He wanted to believe you. But he couldn’t prove that. So he sliced off your limbs along with your neck. But then your limbs started to connect to one by one. He was really suprised, you then just left.

The next time you meet he had his three wives. You threw some knives into a demons eyes as a demon was about to bite suma. Then you chopped off its head and proceeded to massacre the demons. Makio was stunned, suma was near a tree throwing up because of how bloody and scary it was, Hinatsuru was hiding behind uzui.

After you were finished you turned to them. Looked at them for a few seconds and noticed some had injuries. You started walking away but then turn hand made a motion with your hand as a sign to follow you. So they did, they ended up at a nice house. You pointed to a couch as a sign to sit down. Then you grabbed a message kit and started treating their injuries. After that you made them some food.

“I don’t believe I caught your name the last time we meet. What is it?”

“Y/n L/n”

“We’ll thank you ver much l/n”

After that you would often visit or accompany uzui and maybe his wives on missions.

You got really close with him then his wives.

Overtime they all practically adored you even though you didn’t talk a lot.

They still found the way you kill demons to be terrifying. They still tell you what a great job you do.

You also protected them by sometimes making yourself a human shield. Not like it mattered you wouldn’t die, but they still didn’t want you to be a shield. Suma would cry when you get hurt. Makio would scold you. Hinatsuru would ask you not to do that. Uzui would thank but tell you that he would be just fine without your help.

One time for no reason at all, you picked up uzui and his three wives. Uzui was suprised cause he’s pretty heavy, and you can pick up his wives? What even are you.

Since you mostly just say simple words. You gave all little nicknames that refer to them

Suma: cute

Makio: adorable

Hinatsuru: beautiful

Uzui: flamboyant

Eventually your guys relationship became romantic, and you became uzui’s first husband

Kyojuro Rengoku

He was on a simple mission to take care of some demons, what he didn’t expect was to see them all ready dead. He then saw a figure taller than the sound pillar. With two meat cleaver in his hands.

The scene was kinda out of a horror movie. Blood everywhere and you had some on your face. With bloody meat cleavers.

Saying Rengoku was a little bit intimidated would be a understatement. But he kept his composure and made his presence

“I can see you did my job for me! I’m impressed that you handle them all by yourself!”

You quickly turned to him and not said anything. You just nodded your head.

“I am Kyojuro Rengoku! The flame pillar! Might I know your name!”

“Y/n L/n.”

“Wonderful! Would you like it come back to headquarters with me and become a demon slayer!”

“No.”

“Why not! You would no doubt become a hashira very quickly!”

“Demon…slayers get…in way…rather…do it…myself.”

Then you ran off before he could say anything.

The next night he was in a nearby town not the one to far away from the one he found, he heard a ruckus in a nearby and went to check it out.

He saw you fighting demons one cut off your arm, but you were able to finish the fight with one arm. After that was finished. You took your arm and a piece of thread and sewed your arm together. It slowly started to connect to each other.

Rengoku has never seen a human or demon do that before. Where you a new type of demon? But demons have been the same for years? You also fight other demos? Are you just a different type of human? Do you burn up in the daylight? Do you die if your head is chopped off?

So he followed you around. Funny thing is, you knew he was following you. So when daylight came and you didn’t disappear, Rengoku determined that indeed you weren’t a demon. That’s when you called for him.

“I…know you is there.”

“You knew I was there! You must have pretty good senses!”

You turn to him and nodded. Then you both walked back to your place, it was kinda nice. Rengoku sat on your couch as you made food. Then you brought out two bentos for you and him.

He was impressed by how delicious it tasted. It’s suprised you when he started yelling

“UMAI!”

With every bite. ‘Loud.’ Is all you thought. But you liked that smile and enthusiasm he was carrying.

At one point you were staring at his hair. You’ve never seen any like it. It fascinated you.

He noticed and said

“I can see your staring at my hair! Do you like it?”

You nodded.

Then he tells you how he got it from his father. Then he goes on a long conversation about his family.

Even though you weren’t much of a talker you were a great listener.

Friendship unlocked.

You two would often meet during a mission, you would help him out to which he appreciated, he did get worried when you would get hurt but you showed that you would be fine.

At one point during your guys friendship, you meet his family. His dad was…tolerable. You hated how he treated Rengoku, but you kept your angry deep inside him. You didn’t want to cause any drama. But his brother was a different story. He was very pleasant you adored him as you were having tea and were eating food while he talked to you. You had a blissful smile and thinking ‘cute.’

Rengoku was slightly jealous, he’s glad that you and his brother got along. But he was slightly jealous by the face you had because of his brother.

Mugen train scenario.

You were with him on the mugen train, that’s were you meet tanjiro, inosuke, and zenitsu.

You though tanjiro was a nice kid and found it weird how he was traveling with a demon.

You definitely like inosuke, he had bad speech too, not as bad as you. He also had sharp weapons.

Zenitsu was even louder than Rengoku. Which you found annoying. The crying he was doing was annoying too.

When everybody was asleep you wondered why. It wasn’t just those four it was everbody. Whatever you are, you had a resistance to the sleep spell or whatever didn’t affect you. When you noticed some children with some ropes and weapons, you quickly took care of them. And no you didn’t kill them. You just tied them up with the rope they had.

Later when tanjiro awoke and went to fight enmu. you notice how the train was changing it looked like flesh. It went for the passengers. You started slicing with not mercy, protecting the passengers and rengoku while they were still asleep.

You where able to protect most of the carts until Rengoku woke up. You got to see him in a lot of action. You’d be lying if you thought it wasn’t hot. (Also I didn’t mean to make that a pun.)

How to fight with Akaza ended with you their.

When smoked clear. Tanjiro saw not Rengoku with an arm in his stomach but you with an arm in your stomach.

Your meat cleaver was so close to chopping his head off completely just a couple of more inches would’ve done it. But he knocked off your head which made your body go limp. He was able to escape before day break.

Tanjiro, inosuke, and zenitsu were crying, and mourning over your ‘death’. Rengoku picked up your head and put it in your arms. Then you placed your head on top of your shoulders. The trio saw this and first shocked but then filled with an overwhelming sense of joy.

After that incident, Rengoku a couple of days later confessed his love to you, he wasn’t sure at first but when you stepped in and saved his life he knew you were the one for him. Since your not to good with words you reply with action. By that I mean you kiss him, he’s shocked at first but then started slowly kissing back.

Rengoku was glued to your hip constantly, and was always talking. It could be about a mission or literally anything. He just loves talking to you. You actually really like listening to him, you aren’t the best with words, so you’d rather listen than say anything.

Sometimes when you go to his place, he’s their training rather the trio are their or Mitsuri. You don’t mind the trio. You kinda did got caught like a thing like in a tv show with Mitsuri. Were she just sees you and you see her, and your just quite for a few seconds. Then you book it out of their. After it happened the first, Rengoku made sure to tell you about Mitsuri and how she’s not dangerous. So the he next time you meet her Rengoku there and gave a proper introduction. She was nice and squealed that you two are a super cute couple

Obanai Iguro

When he first saw he instantly knew you weren’t human and assumed you were demon. Then tried killed you without hesitation. He sliced off your head but then heard movements. You weren’t disintegrating into nothing.

You then walked over to your head and put it back on your shoulders.

Obanai was about to say something, before you threw a knife right past him. It hit a demon that was behind him. You then ran and used your meat cleavers to kill it you did I spinning type of move, you cut off the demons head and limbs. Which cause a lot of blood to spray out.

He was kinda shocked and intimidated. some big body, creature, that can’t die, that moves fast, have knives and meat cleavers, and can kill demons likes it’s nothing.

You turned to look at him and then just walked away.

After that meeting, you both were on each others mind.

One fateful night was Obanai was having a particular hard mission. He was already badly wounded and demons were appearing left and right. Then you came in to save him, you quickly took down the demons in the area. It was impressive how fast you were moving.

After you were finished. You turned to him and picked him up. You carried him to your place and patched him up, you also made him some food.

He just stared at it for a while, he was nervous to pull down his bandages. You looked at him, and wondered why he wasn’t eating.

“Need…eat…need…strength…to heal.”

He didn’t expect your speech to be so broken. But you made a good point he needed to eat to get strength.

So he pulled down his bandages and you saw why he hid it. He looked over to you to see your reaction. All you had was a smile on your face.

You thought the scar was cute and loved his eyes. You also thought his snake was really adorable.

“What’s with the look?!”

You got up, and sat next to him and started tracing the scar with an even bigger smile

“Cute.”

He got red and probably feel in love with you in that moment

Overtime you two got to become really good friends.

You would visit him and go on mission with him.

He wanted you to join the demon slayers and you decline and tried to tell him why. With the limit speaking skills you have, it was hard to understand but he got a pretty good idea why.

His snake Kaburamaru loves to sleep into your hair

(A/N: in this headcanon you have long hair, like Rengoku just a lot longer and fluffier.)

Obanai confessed when one night you two were having dinner together. You already finished and you just watched him with a smile on his face. He told you how he loved you, you made him so comfortable even with his mask off. He also loves how your willing to protect him and he can’t image where he’d be without you. Like Rengoku you prefer action over words. So you got up and kissed him.

That’s how you two got together

He loved you so much. But he scolds you when you protect him by throwing yourself in danger.

“Just because you can’t die, doesn’t mean you should just throw yourself in danger.”

When you two cuddle in bed he doesn’t wear his bandages and you wrap your arms and legs around him, you had no problem doing it. Considering how much smaller he is compared to you.

If he’s feeling insecure about his scar, you often kiss along the scar, to the point where he softly laugh.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny headcanons #kimetsu no yaiba iguro #uzui kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu rengoku #kimetsu no yaiba sanemi #sanemi x y/n #uzui x reader #rengoku x reader #iguro x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader

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butwhyduh · 4 years ago

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Night Swim

Garth of Shayeris/Tempest x batsis!reader

Summary: pinning over him. I know like 7 people will read it but he’s too cute. Canon has no home here and timelines don’t matter.

Warning: dash of innuendos.

The apprentice of a justice league member that went on his own. That could describe almost all of your brothers but it also described the beautiful man standing before you. That currently didn’t even notice you were staring at him puppy dog eyed.

“So, are you ever going to do anything about it or just stare at him until he jumps back in the sea again,” Kori said beside you. You jumped and gave her a look. “Noise cancelling glass. He can’t hear us and no one is looking over here,” she reassured you.

“That obvious,” you asked turning to face her. She nodded with a little smile. Of course she thought it was cute. She had told Dick the first time she knew she was attracted to him. That’s how she was raised. No fear of rejection or shame in sexual attraction. You were raised by batman and had a healthy dose of both.

“There’s not like it would do any good. He’s never given me a second thought and I don’t even think he likes surface walkers anyways,” you deflected. She snorted.

“He dated Donna.”

“That shouldn’t count. She’s Themyscirian. They’re like perfect,” you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t know. I find Dick very appealing and he is human. Is his powers what attracts you to him?” She asked leaning on a desk. Her long curly red hair flowed over her shoulder in a way that only Kori could.

“No, of course not. I mean, they’re cool for sure. But it’s.. he’s nice and honorable and funny,” you said and she grinned almost proudly.

“And you can be nice and honorable and funny without any meta powers. Don’t put yourself down. And if you need help..” she started.

“No no no. No wing woman,” you said quickly.

“What do you need a wing woman for?” Dick asked behind you. Your eyes widened before you turned around.

“Nothing. Just some guy from college. That I don’t like,” you said in possibly the worst lie of your life. Dick narrowed his eyes at you.

“I can tell you’re lying but if I don’t know the truth, I can’t lie to Bruce about what you’re doing so don’t tell me,” Dick said. Wally, Donna, and Garth walked in the room.

“Wait, did I hear that Nightwing’s little sister is seeing someone? Is he ready to die,” Wally laughed clapping Dick on the shoulder.

“I’m not having this conversation,” you squeaked out before squeezing between the heroes, feeling yourself far too close to Garth for just a moment. Thank goodness M’gann wasn’t there to read your thoughts or feelings. Kori stayed mum on the subject and concentrated on the mission that Dick was prepping the team for.

You didn’t go on missions now. An injury that put an end to that. You just couldn’t maintain the level a vigilante needed. Sometimes you’d help with the computers but mainly you worked at Wayne Enterprise with Tim. You were just visiting on this trip and wasn’t involved in the mission.

“Wish us luck,” Kori said giving you a hug. You couldn’t help but watch Garth in his new blue suit that fit perfectly as the rest of the team walked by.

“Woah,” you said barely above silent but Kori hugging you caught it all and giggled quietly. You flushed and tried to stutter out some excuse.

“He is very handsome. Wish him luck,” she whispered in your ear. You made a little noise to disagree and she simply grinned at you while walking away.

“What was that,” Dick asked, suspicious.

“Nothing, just a joke. Good luck. Be safe,” you said to him and Dick didn’t argue but definitely didn’t believe you before joining his team.

As they left, your mind wandered to the first time you met Garth. It was a mission in a warehouse fire that had homeless people camping out on the second story. You walked carefully to the back office through dense fog with flames threatening any moment to see if there was anyone in there. The fire was getting really close and it was kinda dicey. But it was your first job away from Gotham and you were 14 and you felt the need to prove yourself.

You entered the room bent low with smoke overhead. You saw something move in the back of the room and you made your way towards it. But just as you crossed to the back half of the room, part of the ceiling collapsed, trapping you in the room and knocking you to the floor. You jumped back against the wall. There wasn’t a window and the movement? A toy.

You shrank against the wall and pushed your panic button. The fire was hot and you cursed wearing shorts. “Shit,” you breathed as it started moving closer. The air was starting to get thick. The flames jumped and you pressed against the wall with your eyes covered, expecting flames to hit you.

But instead you felt cool wet air and you opened your eyes to see water surrounding you. It appeared to float in air and you reached a hand out to touch it, confused. As soon as you felt the tips of your fingers dampened, the water crashed to the floor causing you to jump.

In there place was a teenage boy only a few years older than you, grinning. You stared at him in silence. He had just saved your life.

“Did you- how did you-“ you stuttered and his smile grew even wider.

“Aqualad, at your service. You wanna leave before it crashes on us?” He said and you took a step to wince in pain. Oh yeah, when you jumped you twisted your ankle. Your plan, like all the other bats, was to suck it up and hobble out. But Garth had other plans and he quickly scooped you up bridal style as soon as he noticed you couldn’t walk.

“Just hold on. I’ll carry you,” he said walked down the charred stairs carefully. You couldn’t take your eyes off his handsome face the whole time. Your heart pounded and your lack of experience with dating or liking anyone had you completely dumbfounded. “You can let go,” he said with a little smile.

You were out of the warehouse clinging to him past the time necessary and quickly moved away from him, feeling your skin flush. Dick gave you a look over before give Garth with a look you couldn’t recognize.

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“She’s catatonic, Bro.”

“Feed her something.”

“Wally, food isn’t always the answer,” Dick said giving your shoulder a shake. You jumped and knocked over a glass of water.

“Sorry!” You yelped reaching over to grab a towel.

“I’ve got it,” Garth said and with a flick of his wrist the water started to pour in the sink rather than off the counter. As you watched the water jumped before flowing down the drain. You laughed a little and looked up to see Garth grinning at you. Dick stared suspiciously at you both before being pulled somewhere by another Titan.

“So was the mission okay?” You asked, not knowing what to say. Your crush was more ‘stare across the room’ rather than do anything about it.

“It went well,” he answered grabbing a water bottle and chugging it. You tried not to stare.

“Cool suit,” you said and immediately felt stupid. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Thanks,” he said without adding anything else, leaving an awkward air to hang.

“Damn, you might be from the sea but are soo dry, Garth,” Roy said clapping him on the back on his way to his room. Garth looked at you confused.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve been land side. Is being dry an insult now?” He asked.

“I mean, kinda. It just means boring,” you answered with a shrug. “You know Roy.”

“But you are dry. I mean, you live on land. Not that you’re boring,” he said with an awkward laugh. You smiled back at him before taking a sip of your drink nervously. “Does that mean you want to be wet?”

You coughed as you choked on the liquid. He tapped you on the back. “You okay?” He asked concerned. Donna walked by with a raised eyebrow but said nothing.

“I’m fine. No, that’s not how that works. It’s just we aren’t really dry. We’re like 80 percent water. Dry means like sand or something. Too dry,” you said and he nodded humoring you.

“It seems pretty dry here,” he said playfully.

“I can knock over more glasses. Get this place all wet again,” you quipped.

“Tempting. Or you can go swimming with me,” he answered back.

“Haha or I could- what? It’s nighttime,” you answered. “And doesn’t that do something to the currents or something?”

He gave you a dry look. “The currents come in at night? Yep. You’d be the safest person in the water swimming with me. I could navigate night swimming as a squirt. Come with?” Garth asked.

“I-“ you stared before mumbling.

“You what? I didn’t hear the last part,” he said.

“I... can’t swim,” you said and he stared at you and you felt like sliding under the counter and through the floor. Then Garth’s lips curled into a smile and he laughed a little. You looked down awkwardly.

“Oh you’re serious?”

“Yeah...”

“I’m sorry. I forget that swimming is learned skill here. I apologize,” he started.

“It’s okay. Really,” you insisted.

“Come with me. We’ll stay shallow,” he offered. You looked at him before nodding.

“This is a bad idea but let’s go,” you said pulling him along. Garth laughed as you pulled him out the back door towards the beach. “I forgot a bathing suit,” you admitted.

“I guess you could go insi-“ he trailed off as you pulled your shirt off and shorts to swim in your underwear and bra. He quickly looked away as you ran in the water to your waist.

“Coming in? Can’t believe I have to ask, merman” you said and he pulled off his shirt to quickly join you. You splashed him with water which quickly turned into a splashing war.

“Okay, you win!” You yelped as he bombarded you with water. He splashed you one last time and you turned away. Garth grabbed you by the waist as a wave splashed over you. You simply watched each other for a moment. You noticed your feet didn’t touch the ground anymore. You clung to him.

“I can’t touch,” you said a little panicky. He held on to you.

“Don’t worry. I’m right here. I won’t let you drown. It’s my job, remember?” Garth smiled. “Look around. Look at the moon.”

You looked up to see the luminous globe hanging above the sea. It lit a silvery path through the water, highlighting waves crashing. The beach seemed far away. The only sounds were the sea and a few night birds as well as Garth’s breath from being so close. You looked back at him and almost froze. He was gorgeous. The water truly was his element. His dark hair curled in the water and the moon glow highlighted his nose and collarbones. His purple eyes looked almost black in the darkness but the way he looked at you said a ton.

He looked down at your lips and you couldn’t help but lick them, tasting salt water. Garth bent a little and you turned your head up to touch lips softly. His arms wrapped closer around you as you kissed. Garth easily kept you above the water. Your brain was broken. You were kissing Garth, who you’ve had a crush on for a long time.

Suddenly water splashed over your head as a wave crashed on you both. You leaned away with a cough as water invaded your mouth and nose. Your eyes stung and watered a little.

“Sorry, I forgot to pay attention,” Garth admitted sheepishly.

“It’s okay,” you said with only a little cough. “Can we?”

“Get you on land? Yeah. You’re getting cold anyways,” Garth said before swimming towards the shore. It wasn’t a rough choppy swim the way people did. He seemed to simply glide through the water gracefully. So beautifully. Which was broken when he fell over on the beach.

“You’re the most graceful swimmer and trip on your feet when you hit ground,” you said with a laugh as you attempted to help him up. He was far too heavy to lift but appreciated the effort.

“Atlantean,” he shrugged. “Don’t make fun of me too much. You can’t even swim.”

“Yeah? You wanna take a dip in Gotham Harbor?” You asked and he laughed.

“Absolutely not. I don’t want to get some unknown cancer from whatever pollution they have. Or whatever rouge is living there,” he added.

“That’s why I can’t swim,” you answered. It really was cool in the wind and you quickly pulled on your clothing.

“But doesn’t batman have like multiple pools?”

“Yeah but I never used them. I was 15 when he took me in. Too old to learn,” you shrugged.

“You’re never to old to learn to swim. It’s important for safety,” Garth said. “Especially here,” he motioned at the beach.

“Especially if I keep kissing Tempest in the water?” You quipped.

“That’s just a bonus,” he said pulling you close by the hips. You grinned up at him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

And a spotlight shined glaringly at you both. You covered your eyes and looked away.

“Come inside,” boomed the voice of your brother. “Now.”

And that’s how you got a 20 minute lectures on the danger of night swimming and risk of hypothermia and Garth got the shovel talk. But despite the fact that Dick was really angry, you didn’t regret a thing and went to bed with wet hair and smile on your face.

#Garth of Shayeris #Garth DC #Garth of shayeris x reader #Garth of shayeris x batsis!reader #batsis!reader #aqualad x reader #tempest x reader #tempest x batsis!reader #dick Grayson is a big brother #Titans tower is on the beach #it’s pretty perfect

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sugiwa · 4 years ago

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small dreams

It took one 27 second long video for Keigo to fall in love

The video looped through every news cycle, and each reaction varied from outright derision to almost mythical awe emerging. On YouTube, it was viral in fifty-three different countries and Starburst—a name derived from a candy company that the pro-hero was fond of—jokingly tweeted that she was more famous than All-Might.

And she might have been thanks to the reporter that not only caught her decking the father of a girl she just saved but also recorded the subsequent twenty-seven seconds it took for three police officers to pull her off him and pull her away. The peace sign Y/N threw up as the police led her into a car probably didn’t help, nor did the live stream of her twenty-four hours in a holding cell while they investigated her claim of the man’s abuse and finally released her.

Though there were news outlets that tried to pin Starburst down as a hero on the edge of villainy, her public reputation hadn’t taken any damage. It was hard, after all, to claim that she did the wrong thing when they heard the girl’s testimony and pulled her medical records. But, Starburst—or L/N Y/N—still faced punishment from the Hero Public Safety Commission despite all this.

Attacking an unarmed civilian was apparently a big no-no—even if he was an abusive asshole. She was spared having her license revoked until she retested the simple principle that she had refrained from using her quirk. Her sentence was lessened to a month-long suspension with a strict patrol schedule in some city near Tokyo.

Y/N could work with it. She could put up with the Commission’s inane chatter for the sake of her job, but she drew the line at issuing an apology. It took three hours to wiggle her way out of a press conference to address the event. By the time her meeting with the Commission and sentencing was done, Y/N retweeted the initial video with the caption: Totally worth it.

Keigo was slightly in love with Starburst. Maybe it was the way she strolled into the Hero Public Safety Commission building fresh out of handcuffs and bluntly told them that she wasn’t apologizing and would rather become a vigilante than listen to ten more minutes of them debating the future of her career.

Or maybe it was the video which he’d seen a hundred times over, where she looked like a hero. The kind he’d always dreamed of as a kid, the kind who swooped in and beat the bad guy and then offered you stickers and candy and told you everything would be alright because it was exactly what she’d done for that little girl.

Either way, L/N Y/N was a hero who deserved a little rest, which was why he was currently tailing her patrol route and taking care of the problems before she could move. Her quirk was right out of a comic book too. The golden energy that left her capable of issuing an instant KO.

“Will you leave me alone?” she snapped, finally turning around to glare at him. She had a warm face, not made for anger which was probably why the glare fell away a moment later, replaced by a smile. “I appreciate the help, but I’m not offering any fanservice in exchange.”

“Who said I was a fan?” His wings flapped, feathers flying back toward him.

“You regularly stalk girls mid-air? That sort of thing does not fly with me.” Y/N laughed, nose scrunching at her own joke. “Get it…cause we both fly….”

He smiled innocently, “Thought of that all on your own?”

Y/N groaned, twisting her earring, “Just because I didn’t go to a fancy-ass hero school like Wet Jeanist and Flameo Hotman doesn’t mean I’m dumb.”

Slight insulted by the nickname she gave his favorite hero, he asked, “Flameo Hotman? You mean Endeavor-san?”

“Ohhh, that’s a man-crush voice.” Her eyes tightened with mischief, “I’m gonna have to dip since I got a hot date with my credit card. See you later, Chicken Little.”

He watched her go in slight awe because Y/N really was as crazy as the stories said. Starburst was a hero that had a bit of a cult following. She wasn’t high enough in the rankings to be wildly popular the way he was—up until she went viral, that was. A graduate of Ketsubutsu who went on to attend college before actually becoming a hero, she was on a watch list with the Hero Public Safety Commission.

Apparently, non-conformity was an issue…who knew.

A rain of confetti fell over Keigo’s head, brightly colored and all covered in specks of glitter. He inhaled deeply, turning to see Starburst’s grinning face as she eagerly clapped. Endeavor, like always whenever he was forced to be in Starburst’s proximity, turned around and stalked down the hall. Her confetti burned in his wake. Y/N’s voice followed him, offering an empty congratulations to the hero.

“How’s my precious senpai doing?” she asked, turning her attention to him.

“You really know how to annoy him, huh?” asked Keigo staring at the empty hall. If you gave Y/N too much attention, she ran with it. “What’s the deal?”

Y/N shrugged, rolling her shoulders confidently, “Some people are not equipped to handle true talent.”

“Yeah, right,” snorted Keigo.

“I may or may not have drunkenly confessed that I had no idea who he was to a bunch of reporters during last week.” Y/N made a rude gesture with her hand. “I mean, if you’re not Number One, then do you really matter?”

“Harsh,” he ruffled his wings, freeing the last of her glitter confetti and letting it rain on the ground. “You all good with the Commission now?”

“All thanks to you! I owe you one, you know that?”

“Nah,” Keigo waved her off, resisting the urge to laugh as she made her bright eyes as wide as possible. “It was pretty brave of you. Plus, I think anyone would have done the same thing.”

Three months out of trouble, Y/N once again made headlines for ‘accidentally’ dropping a child trafficker off a building. She caught him before he hit the ground, but apparently, the authorities deemed the emotional damage a little extreme.

“They probably would have been a bit smarter about it, though.”

“Well, don’t worry, no one expects you to be the brains.”

Y/N pouted. “True.”

Keigo laughed. “What are you doing here anyway? You’re not in the top ten.”

“Is bullying the new rage these days?” Her pout grew, arms crossing over her chest, “Everyone’s got something snippy to say to me. Where’s Rumi when I need her?”

“Gonna hide behind her?”

“Fuck yeah.” Y/N nodded emphatically as she reached into her pocket for a pack of gum. She offered him a piece. “Let’s see how your chicken wings stand against her legs.”

Keigo looked at the gum and then her. The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them, “Wanna get something to eat?”

Her smile looked like the sun, “Thought you’d never ask.”

“So, what’s the deal with you and Dragonbreath?” asked Y/N, sprawling across his couch. It was the third time this week she was here. He should tell her to leave, but the words die in his throat in his mouth every time he tried.

There’s too much risk. Dabi’s listening in on everything he does these days, and he doesn’t want her anywhere near them. Not when he’s aware of what they’re planning. Not when he knows how Y/N would react.

She was rough and improper in everything she does, but there’s no one brighter or better when it came to genuine goodness.

Keigo dodged the question with his own. “Endeavor again?”

“Ran into him last week and got yelled at for ten minutes for getting in his way. The guy was in my path, and I’m the one getting yelled at? Next time, I’m drop-kicking him off his skyscraper.” She kicked her leg in the air, reminding him that she was scarcely dressed.

Was this what having a girlfriend like? Constantly jumping between fondness and horniness? He wasn’t complaining.

He heard this threat a million times. “Still mad about the fact that he has one?”

“I’m a simple country girl. I’d be happy with a peach orchard and some chickens.”

“Come here,” he crooked his finger at her. Y/N got up instantly, crossing the room toward the balcony where he stood. Her hands wrapped around his waist, slipping under his shirt, across his skin, over his chest. Too much and too little at the same time.

“You’ll get cold out here,” she murmured. He could sink in the warmth she offered.

“It’s nice seeing the world so still.”

A noise left her throat, wet and worried, “Hawks, whatever it is, whatever they’re making you do, I’ll be here. I promise.”

People joked about Y/N being dumb—he did it too often to count, but she saw more than most people did when it mattered.

“Why’d you become a hero?”

“Saved a cute boy once, and he gave me a kiss,” she said. He’d heard that story before. She offered it in every interview, never expanding on what boy or how she saved him. It was also a glaring lie.

He didn’t push her. He lied about too many things to count.

Keigo took her face between his hands—the urge to kiss that tiny speck by her eyes thrummed through him. It would take a thousand-thousand years for him to forget her face. Y/N turned, her lips skimming his palm, cold and warm at once.

He loved her because she was Y/N. Because in her, he could love himself and not grow cold from it. Because the numbness he’d always known leaked out in place of affection. He loved her boundlessly—above, below, and across—unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.

It was with her that he was Takami Keigo and not the current Number Two.

His hand cupped her neck, fingers tangling in the curls of her hair. Her lips opened under his. A trail of fire burst across his lips, and for a moment, he only knew the sweetness of her mouth. He drank her in, each breath, each hushed sound leaving her throat.

He would do what they asked and make the choices no one else could.

It was worth the world he dreamed of.

#hawks x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x y/n #tamaki Keigo x y/n #bnha x reader #mha x reader #takami keigo #bnha #mha #hawks #mha hawks

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opossumanonymous · 3 years ago

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How did things get so messed up?

Warnings: Talk of murder, a single swear, Inko just sometimes thinks about murder, uh vigilante Izuku

Black Widow Inko! Part 2 featuring Dad Might vs Dad for One! This is honestly just Crack with a plot...

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It seemed like yesterday he was in that hospital room meeting his son for the first time. Inko holding their sons tiny body, tears welling in her eyes as she beckoned him closer.

He walked over with no hesitation fully ready to meet Izuku (The name chosen by Inko who got to pick after winning a bet).

Sitting down next to his tired wife he stared down at the infant in wonder. The tiny human they'd waited 9 months for was finally here. Hizashi almost didn't know how to act for a second, so caught up in looking at the tufts of green hair and freckles covering small cheeks.

Reaching out Hizashi gently caressed Izuku's little face with a single finger causing the baby to let out a coo. He grabbed his father's finger in his little fist nearly bringing the 200 year old man to tears.

If asked that's how that day went to Hizashi of course Inko remembers him nearly flooding the hospital room but Hizashi would never admit that.

Tears or not that day Hizashi knew he would protect them with his life so how....how did things get so messed up?!

How did he end up sitting across from his arch nemesis?!

How did Izuku out of everyone in Japan end up with one for all?!

And most importantly how did All Might end up seducing his goddess Inko?!?!

Seriously Hizashi just couldn't understand how she could be with such a lowlife, she must not know who he is.

Never before had Hizashi felt such a deep burning hatred for anyone.

Currently he was sitting on the couch in his and Inko's apartment while she and All Might sat on the adjacent couch. No one spoke until Inko finally cleared her throat.

"Toshi this is my ex hus-"

"Current Husband."

She looked at him with eyes full of fire and a voice full of venom as she spoke. "You forfeited that title the second you thought not calling for 12 years was a good idea."

"...."

She always knew what to say to shut him up especially when she was angry. One of the things that interested him in Inko at first was how unlike most she got incredibly smart when angry.

She also got more sadistic, he could practically hear the gears turning in her head as she calculated all the ways she could kill him.

In this house he was not the devil no, the cute green haired woman sitting across from him was. In fact the murderous aura around her was very concerning, not that he feared for his life with witnesses around. He knew she'd be angry but he'd hoped him getting on his knees and begging for forgiveness would work like last time.

Meanwhile Toshinori was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. At first when he walked into the apartment after a date night he was shocked to find none other than All for One standing in his living room. He quickly pushed Inko behind him ready to defend her against Japan's greatest villain.

While he no longer held one for all that wouldn't stop him from protecting his wife with all he had. How did All for One break out of tartarus anyway?

And just how did he look like this?

All for one looked the way he did before their battle where he smashed his upper face in. All for one, who last they spoke had no eyes, hair and barely a nose now had all of that back and even looked a few years younger.

Each and every person in this room was plotting how to kill someone. Thankfully this day they'd all walk away unscathed.

Mainly because they all had a secret to hide from eachother.

Inko didn't want Toshinori to know about her past, Toshinori didn't want Inko to know who her ex was, and Hizashi didn't want to anger his wife further by revealing any of her secrets. (He may have been criminally insane but he wasn't stupid)

After all one does not rat out their ex-assassin wife's past to her new husband who is also the ex-symbol of peace. Lest they both team up, beat your ass and throw you back in prison or just straight up murder you.

"Anyway Toshi this is my ex husband Hizashi, Izukus father, he left about 12 years ago with no contact or information."

"Oh come now darling those divorce papers weren't serious. I understand you're mad but I'm back and I promise nothing will keep me away this time."

The utter nerve of this guy he really wants to die today! He's lucky he stopped wearing ties years ago or else Inko would've been choked him to death!

"Tea. I'm going to go make some tea I'll be back soon." She said with a strained smile resisting the urge to rip out Hizashi's teeth.

After she left to the kitchen the atmosphere got even darker the two mortal enemies now left alone.

"So it wasn't enough that you destroyed my face and took my son as your successor, you just had to go and seduce my wife too!"

"Your wife! Did you not just hear her she divorced you?!"

"Yeah all because of you and your meddling if you hadn't destroyed my face putting me in comatose I would've been there for her and Izuku!"

All Might paused for a second realization hitting him like cold bucket of water. Before he got his composer back not wanting the enemy to get the upper hand.

"If you hadn't have been quirk smuggling and stealing classified documents I wouldn't have had to!"

"Oh so it's all entirely my fault?!" Hizashi scoffed "I bet she doesn't even know what you did to me does she?"

Toshinori stayed silent it was true she may have known who he was but she didn't know about his hand in her ex husband's absence.

He had no idea how lucky he was she didn't know or there would be two dead men walking instead of one.

"I take your silence as a yes then?" Hizashi was a little smug now.

"Not like you've told her who you really are." Hizashi frowned at this causing Toshinori to smile "I see I'm right as well."

Well he was only half right he never out right told Inko she figured it out on her own. But All Might didn't need to know that, after all no use making Inko even more upset then she already was.

Meanwhile in the kitchen Inko was trying to figure out how to shoot her ex from the kitchen without Toshinori noticing.

While she knew it was impossible without blowing her secret a woman could dream.

As the tea finally came to a boil she noted the distinct sound of her sons bedroom window opening and closing. Knowing her son was back from his nightly vigilantism only done on weekend nights per their agreement. She briefly considered pouring rat poison in Hizashi's serving but decided against it.

Not that the good for nothing scumbag didn't deserve it. But just scaring him would do for now unless Izuku didn't want him in his life. After all he was Izuku's father and Izuku deserved to choose whether he wanted him in his life or not.

Bringing back a tray with the tea she sat the cups down with an eerie look on her face. "Here you go Hizashi I made yours just how you like it!~" She said sweetly.

Yeah Hizashi isn't drinking that, no way she definitely must have done something to it. He hasn't survived the past 200 years to die like that, thankfully his lovely queen isn't good at holding her emotions in.

"Thankyou darling you're too kind." He said taking a cup but not drinking from it.

Toshinori on the other hand called her buff he knew she wouldn't do anything. As he drunk his own cup he remarked on how good it was, well atleast he didn't have to worry about no real or imaginary poison.

Toshinori really didn't know what to do he was having a mental crisis. Should he tell Inko and young Midoriya the truth about All for one or not say anything? The boy would be devastated and would he really want to fight his own father when the time came? He would never forgive himself if it caused Izuku mental pain.

But if he turned Hizashi in to the hero commission they wouldn't know it was him. But he'd still have to deal with them being distraught and possibly hating him for not telling them sooner. Plus everything might become public and there's no telling how many enemies All for one has made that would be out for blood.

This was bad, both his morals and heart clashed at the thought of hurting Izuku and Inko they both quickly became the family he never got to have.

Izuku even started calling him dad for crying out loud! What would he call him if he found out his idol and mentor was the one who separated him from his biological father?!

"We need to settle this once and for all." Inko finally said still annoyed and just wanting Hizashi out.

"Yes you're right we should Inko darling. I won't make this hard, I promise I only want to see my son. Perhaps he can sleepover at my place on the weekends?"

Toshinori paled at that, if he got young Midoriya alone there's no telling what that monster would do to the boy. He could kidnap him, take one for all, and lock him away forever. Toshinori couldn't let that happen deciding he'd rather tell both Inko and Izuku who 'Hizashi' really was.

"Yeah no I don't think so you can have supervised visits and you can take him somewhere if I'm available to go with."

Yeah Inko wasn't buying what her ex was selling she knew he'd have Izuku quirkless and vaulted if she left them alone.

Not to mention that would force her to try rescuing him leading to her being vaulted as well.

But together they could defeat him after all he couldn't fight them both at once.

Hizashi was about to open his mouth when all of a sudden a voice called from the hall.

"Dad?"

"Yes son?" Both men said in unison before looking at eachother with a glare.

Izuku just stood there frozen in shock as his step dad and biological father glared at eachother. He couldn't believe his eyes, even though he heard his father's voice he just thought his mom finally got him on the phone. But this is unreal he never thought in his wildest dreams his father would be in front of him again.

He gripped his plan shirt that had "shirt" written on it in big white letters. His heart felt like it would beat out of his chest at any moment, a million questions going through his mind.

He was so deep in thought he didn't hear his mom get up from the couch and approach him till he felt her hand on his shoulder.

"Sweetie are you okay?" His mom asked him worried.

The two men stopped glaring at eachother now focused on Izuku concerned for him.

Tears came to the greenettes eyes as his voice shook with joy. "Dad!"

Hizashi was then tackled by the boy, slight bits of green lighting appearing on him showing his small use of one for all. Despite Izukus small stature compared to his father's hulking one, Hizashi nearly doubled over feeling like he was punched.

His son was a strong boy, he lamented the years lost since his little green bean was no longer little.

Wrapping his arms around his son Japan's evilest villain patted Izukus head. Causing the ex-symbol of peace to go into a coughing fit, a waterfall of blood pouring from his mouth.

"Dad are you okay?!"

Pushing away from Hizashi Izuku went to check on Toshinori as Inko offered up a handkerchief. Taking it in gratitude Toshinori thanked his wife before reassuring Izuku he was okay. "Thankyou son I'm alright no need to worry." Giving his signature grin he ignored his enemies death glare.

All for One the demon emperor would never admit he's jealous of anyone especially his arch-nemesis. But seeing his son coddle that blonde theif made his blood boil.

"Well this will be a new experience I never thought you'd call someone else dad..." Hizashi said with a strained smile his mouth lighting up with fire for a second.

He could always burn the blonde homewreaker with his fire breath good thing that was the quirk he with.

"Oh I guess it will get really confusing calling you both dad. But what other alternative names for you both? Or I could just call one dad and the other something else...maybe papa could work?" Izuku muttered suddenly, scratching the back of his head.

Both men looked at eachother realizing this could be the deciding factor. They knew that whoever got papa would win, after all it was the cuter of the two choices.

"Alright it's decided then!" Izuku claped his hands together a wide grin growing on his face. Both men sitting in anticipation at the boys verdict. The two looking like they were on a high stakes game show as sweat trickled down their foreheads.

"I'll call you dad" Izuku pointed at Hizashi "and I'll call you papa!" He then pointed to Toshinori.

Toshinori felt like he could do a cheer, his crops were watered, his stomach was back, his scares gone, everything in the universe was right.

That was until he looked over at All for One who he was sure would definitely kill him now if he wasn't going to before. His aura now darker than before as Toshinori's own aura glowed bright with happiness knowing he was the superior father figure in Izukus life.

Meanwhile Izuku ever oblivious to his father's fued just gave his mom his best smile feeling happier to have them in his life. After all they were his family and he wouldn't change that for nothing in the world.

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Sometime later

Yoichi: Leave brother we will not leave this host!

AFO: Oh I don't want your quirk little brother, no not anymore.

Yoichi: Then why are you here what else could you possibly want?!

AFO: WHAT I WANT IS FOR YOU TO MAKE YOUR GOLDEN BOY LEAVE MY WIFE AND SON ALONE! HE'S RUINING EVERYTHING!

Yoichi: I see so that's what this is about...yeah no this is what you get. Consider this karma goodbye brother.

AFO: OH NO DON'T YOU DARE HANG UP ON ME TELL ALL MI-

Yoichi: *disconnects AFO from Izukus conscious*

AFO: *Sitting in Izukus room while his son sleeps* I can't believe it he hung up on me.

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AFO: I'll have you know I did alot of good things I'm not a good for nothing scumbag!

Inko: Oh really name one good deed you've done since we got married.

AFO:............Well umm..... Oh! I had Izuku our son!

Inko: Hehe yeah no I had Izuku you just stood there and cried in the corner for 11 hours.

AFO: WELL YOU TRY BEING SUPPORTIVE WHEN YOUR WIFE CALLS YOU A- Wait no actually I adopted a stray child off the streets! That definitely counts as one good deed!

Inko: WHAT!?

AFO: *realizing how bad he messed up* You what happened was....

#bnha dad for one #dad for one #inko midoriya #inko midoriya is a black widow #vigilante deku #dad might #inko midoriya just being a good mom #hizashi midoriya is all for one #battle of the dads

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wildtornado-o · 2 years ago

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FALCO FOR THE CHARACTERS BINGO *SMASH TABLE*

FALCO My beloved Falco..

Honestly at first I didnt like him since I went into the game knowing Date used to be Falco and I was like "wtf why is he so crusty" so my friend and I just call him crusty when we refer to Falco!Date lol. NOW though since I know everything abt him I like him A LOT. The scene where Date gets his memories as Falco hurt me so bad like seeing him and Hitomi being cute and in love and just knowing what happened to them was so painful.. I think Falco is sooo interesting and I really wish that we got to see just a little more of his past, like I know he had a very bad childhood which led to his vigilante stuff but tell us more omg.

Give us Falco and Boss content I want to see them being stupid horny besties so badly. People who will do anything to keep the ones they love safe even if it means throwing your entire life away just so they can smile for the rest of their days. Hes so soft and jagged on the outside and I love it because its like "look at this rough assassin" "oh he has a girlfriend and a kid who he loves more than anything and would die for. Good for him good for him." And then when hes Date he also got a kid who he cares a lot about its just like. Born to be a father ig...

Falco my beloved <3 (Sorry I said kind of a lot lol)

#aitsf #aitsf spoilers #hayato yagyu #I love you falco..

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mellowdreamer · 4 years ago

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HOLDING OUT FOR A HERO VERSE.

this is a modern bending vigilante/hero au featuring zukka, mailee, yueki and a lot of hijinks!

the gaang are all 16-19 here, because while bruce wayne apparently has no problem with it, i’m not comfortable with having vigilantes who haven’t yet gone through puberty.

the avatar world is just one big city, and each of the nations/cities are different suburbs of the city.

kyoshi island, ember island, and boiling rock are small islands off of the city, similar to singapore’s sentosa island.

the city (republic city? i dunno, get back to me on this one) is full of heroes, vigilantes and villains alike. the fire nation is a criminal empire intent on taking over the city. the avatar is a hero who works to keep the balance of heroes and villains in the city, and stop the entire city from becoming a war zone.

however, the avatar disappeared 100 years ago, and no one was chosen to take up the mantle since. in the avatar’s absence, the fire nation was able to begin its quest to take over the city.

the heroes of the southern water tribe that were left after the various raids have left the southern water suburb on a mission to defeat the fire nation or die.

hakoda, alias chief, left his two young children in charge of their territory, despite them being a) children and b) relatively untrained.

katara, alias painted lady, is the only waterbender left in the southern water tribe. sokka, alias captain boomerang, is the only trained combat hero left in the southern water tribe. all those remaining are either children or incapable of fighting.

side tangent: when sokka does well, he calls himself “grand marshal boomerang” and when he does badly, he calls himself “private boomerang”. thank you to the crimily for coming up with this one!!

one night, when katara and sokka are out on patrol, they get chased by fire nation goons into the ice off of the southern harbour. there, they get into a fight over sokka’s sexist remarks and katara’s yelling having attracted the fire nation goons, and katara’s waterbending gets out of control. she breaks open an iceberg, only to find someone in there.

the two siblings approach the iceberg and break the person out. they are shocked to find a young boy in the unmistakable uniform of the avatar, resting next to a creature they’ve never seen before.

they wake the boy up, to find that his name is aang and he’s the next avatar. and that he has no idea of the fire nation’s quest to conquer the entire city, or the fact that the air nomads – heroes that didn’t resign to just one area of the city – hadn’t been seen for the same hundred years that he must’ve spent in the iceberg.

katara and a reluctant sokka take aang back to the apartment building where the remaining southern water suburb residents have been living and introduce him to everyone.

later that night, the three go out on patrol together. it’s a quiet night, and sokka thinks they might actually get through it without any incidents, until they find a woman being mugged.

sokka and katara are about to intervene, but aang takes down both thugs in a matter of seconds. aang, ignoring the slack jawed shock of his friends, asks if they could go penguin sledding. katara goes to agree, but is cut off by the shout of “MY HONOUR” from a nearby rooftop.

zuko, alias dragon prince, runs from the rooftop before they could find him. his father ozai, alias firelord, had sent him and his uncle iroh – formerly dragon of the west, now retired – to find the avatar. zuko had been banished from the fire nation territory years ago, after speaking up about a plan that would’ve cost them a whole division of goons and refusing to fight his father in an agni kai.

the kyoshi warriors are similar to the birds of prey or the amazons; they’re an all-female crime-fighting unit not directly associated with any of the kingdoms or nations. suki is their leader, and they don’t have secret identities like the other heroes.

iroh, bumi, piandao, jeong-jeong and p*kku are all retired heroes and a part of the order of the white lotus.

toph is the blind bandit and a hero, albeit a less morally structured and ‘good’ hero than the avatar, the painted lady, and captain boomerang. she was a part of the underground fighting ring ‘earth rumble’ when the gaang infiltrated the ring looking for intel and convinced her that her powers could be used for something better than beating bitches blue and making bank while doing it.

azula is firebolt, and she is as brilliant as she is terrifying. she’s arguably more feared than the firelord, mainly because she’s the one who frequents other areas and actually goes on missions. ozai just sits on his stupid throne and yells at people and manipulates his children like the little bitch he is.

mai and ty lee are azula’s sidekicks, and are known as blade and tightrope respectively. also: they’re lesbians, harold.

yue is a part of the northern water tribe’s group of heroes, alongside her family. they tried to marry her off to hahn and have her trained in healing instead of fighting, but she rebelled and threatened to go out on her own, so they relented. yue’s hero alias is tui, but she will be called sailor moon at least three times.

jet and his freedom fighters are a group of anti-heroes who aren’t afraid to hurt innocent people in their pursue of ‘justice’.

zhao is a villain who works for the firelord, under the alias admiral, and he’s an asshole. using the yuyan archers, he manages to capture aang and takes him to a fire nation stronghold. zuko finds out about this, and not wanting admiral asshole to get the upper hand, dresses as the blue spirit for the first time to rescue aang.

during the siege of the north, zhao “kills” yue. she fakes her own death and disappears into hiding until the final battle, in which she kills zhao because it’s what she deserves.

the gaang know that yue is alive, because she’s nice enough to not do them like that, but they have to keep up appearances. because of this, sokka amps up the heartbreak and clings to suki a lot. that’s why a lot of outsiders begin to think that sokka dated yue and is dating suki, though in reality yue and suki are dating each other.

zuko and iroh, after the siege of the north and a trap set by azula, disappear into hiding and decide to take refuge in ba sing se, knowing that the fire nation wouldn’t think to look for them there.

ba sing se is a section of the city that has been fenced off in order to prevent an influx of heroes and villains. the dai li, who keep a tight grip on the suburb and ensure that the residents don’t know of the war raging outside the walls, are a group of “heroes”.

of course, the fence does nothing to prevent zuko and iroh, the gaang, and later azula, mai and ty lee from entering ba sing se and turning it into their own warzone.

iroh fulfils his dream of finally owning a tea shop and zuko, when not working in the tea shop, spends his nights lingering in the shadows of ba sing se as the blue spirit.

sokka, desperate for a warm drink and something to do while the others do their bending training, wanders into the jasmine dragon one afternoon and is served by “lee”.

neither know the other’s civilian identity, so there’s no shady business, just pining over the cute customer/server. sokka strikes a conversion and the two begin flirting chatting. it’s going really well, and you can almost see the romance blooming.

and then in walks azula, flanked by mai and ty lee, all in costume.

sokka and zuko both leap up from their seats and into fighting stances. both are confused as to why the other jumped up, and then azula calls zuko brother and it clicks in sokka’s mind.

he starts yelling at zuko for a lot of things, including yue’s “death” which is how zuko realises who he is. zuko starts yelling back because he’s only once met a fight he didn’t like. in the background of this argument, iroh is trying to fight azula, mai and ty lee to varying degrees of success.

it’s funny that i say degrees, because this is when azula sets fire to the jasmine dragon. iroh grabs the two dumbass arguing teens and shoves them outside as he too runs, telling zuko to meet at their rendezvous point at sunrise.

azula, mai and ty lee chase after zuko and sokka (who are still arguing as they run from the three girls). mai and ty lee don’t want to chase them, because zuko has always been better to them than azula, but defying azula would be a death sentence.

sokka pulls zuko into a building for coverage, and because azula is azula, she summons the dai li and has them surround the building. there would be no leaving without confronting the dai li, and thus zuko and sokka are trapped.

sokka confronts zuko and basically asks how he could justify the fire nation’s villainy, how he could support a monster who’s killing hundreds of people. zuko defends his father blindly because he’s been raised to believe that his father is right, that his father has to be right, and this southern water scum is wrong. but zuko’s losing his grip on the argument and is becoming more and more hysterical but sokka is so calm, so sure of himself, and the dam finally breaks.

zuko crumples to the ground in tears, and now sokka’s gotta deal with this because ozai is a shitface and has been brainwashing his son for years and wow fuck the fire nation.

mai and ty lee, having taken down the dai li, burst in to find zuko crying his eyes out in sokka’s arms. they teasingly ask if they’re interrupting something and laugh as zuko next to sprints out of the building, sokka hot on his heels.

this is the last straw for zuko, who defects from the fire nation, hangs up his dragon prince uniform and fully becomes the blue spirit, a hero who works with the gaang to eventually take down the fire nation.

also, at some stage zuko rescues a turtleduck that got stuck up a tree. don’t ask me how this happens.

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the-bat-collector · 4 years ago

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SUPERBAT Rec List!! AU NO POWERS ish PART 2

No Powers or No Capes (There are some minor exceptions but I think this still applies)

Soo it’s become harder to find these fics and I kept postponing making this list just in case I found moreeeee. After some time convincing myself I decided that If I find more I’ll just make a part 3.

Here is the link to Part 1 Post

So without further ado. Here you go!

Storge by ichikonohakko @ichikonohakko

G - 3,310

Storge (storgē, Greek: στοργή) is liking someone through the fondness of familiarity, family members or people who relate in familiar ways that have otherwise found themselves bonded by chance. An example is the natural love and affection of a parent for their child.

Or the story of how Clark Kent meets the Wayne family children.

So this was in my mark for later and I read it as I was making this list and it’s very cute and adorable and highly recommend it!

don't you know an apparition is a cheap date by knoxoursavior @clqrkkent

E - 39,385

Clark has been able to see ghosts since he was eight, just a few days before his Pa died in his sleep. Years later, after having moved to the city with Martha to pursue writing, Clark meets Bruce Wayne, who takes an interest in his work and Clark in particular. Not long after they meet, Bruce asks Clark to marry him and Clark moves into a mansion that has more ghosts than it has people.

So I couldn’t find more AUs for this list, I was about to quit looking and yesterday I ran into this one and it gave me so much hope that there might be more out there (part 3?maybe?) I think of this as Ghost Whisperer Clark

Stories for the Loved and Lost by MatchaMochi @renaimori

M - 9,681

The first chapter leads Clark to another, and another. He turns the pages, eating the words up hungrily and feeling them, pored over the story as if he was reading someone’s personal diary. And the thing was, he knows it, he knows this story. He remembers flashes of memory that aren’t his, thrown in yesterday’s weird dream or last night’s nightmare.

or in which Bruce is an author and Clark is his fanboy.

I WILL read every single SOULMATE AU FIC I CAN FIND CAUSE I’D DIE FOR THIS TROPE. This is beautifully written <3 <3

Ghastly Murders in the East End by dippkip @dippkip

T - 38,227

London, 1888. A vicious killer known as Jack the Ripper has begun haunting the district of Whitechapel. In light of Scotland Yard’s inability to solve the case, intrepid reporter Clark Kent has made it his mission to track down this fiend and bring them to justice, though he may find himself more deeply involved in the affair than he bargained for.

Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne, a seemingly irresponsible and eccentric duke, remains largely unconcerned about these atrocities. The Batman, however, has taken special interest, and spends his nights relentlessly hunting the new murderer at large. The paths of these men will converge as the body count begins to rise, and their investigations and growing affections will cement their bond, intertwining their fates with that of the most notorious murderer in all of England.

OKaaaay this is one of the exceptions, Bruce is Batman but it’s a different century and Clark is powerless, I think it compensates. Usually I prefer when they’re both “capeless” but this was such a fun read.

As You Grow by dnawhite76 & Prubbs @prubbs

M - 59,946

After the death of his wife and children, Clark returns to the United States after spending years abroad to reconnect with his friends and their families. And while trying to gather what little remains of his old life and possibly move forward in his grief, he ends up falling into old habits with his first love and best friend, Bruce Wayne.

A story about grief and acceptance.

So I want to point out how good this fic is. I hate sad and this story has a lot of grief and I felt it was very grounded on its depictions of feelings. I tend to avoid this type of fics buuuuut this was so good. I couldn’t stop reading even if the grief got to me. It’s very wholesome and does have a satisfying ending.

A good start by BlueAlmond @discretocincel

G - 1,253

Clark loves being an elementary school teacher, but it breaks his heart to see any of his students hurting. So, when he notices Jason waiting over forty minutes every day for someone to pick him up, he decides to have a word with his father.

Absolutely love Professor Trope!!! Sooo you could argue this is ficlet but doesn't feel like one to me so I’m not putting it in the ficlet section.

Engraved In Our Souls by Nixie_DeAngel @nixie-deangel

T - 9,004

It started with pain, with warm blood and bold, black letters. How was he to know it'd lead to a pair of gorgeous eyes, shimmering with the promise of life long happiness and love?

Or, after years of waiting, Bruce finds his soulmate in the least likely of places.

Little cute soulmate AU<3 AS I SAID I WILL READ EVERY SINGLE SOULMATE AU OUT THERE CAUSE I LOVE THEM

Ghosts by ren_makoto

T -3,067

Wayne Manor is haunted. Clark doesn't mind.

Here is another of the exceptions, this is neither No Powers/No Capes, but they’re not relevant to the plot or we don’t see them using them (I don’t think they are mentioned but its implied). The Fic’s whole focus is on the ghosts! and absolutely loved it I LOVE REN MAKOTO FICS

There is Little Danger by ren_makoto

T - 5,327

"It's tradition," he said, one inch from Clark's mouth. "Yes," Clark said. "Tradition."

Or, where Bruce and Clark are trapped in an elevator

another Ren Makoto cause I can’t help myself

Semi-Permanent Couplings by ren_makoto

E - 10,463

"So, Bruce, how do you feel about one-night stands?"

Ren Makoto <3 <3 <3 This fic contains Adultery soo Read the Author’s Notes

Hubris by ren_makoto

M - 20,197

"This is turning into a routine," Bruce said breathlessly. "What can I do for you, Clark?" "Please," Clark said hoarsely. "I just want to get some sleep."

I really like the writing on this fic, this is a 100% NO CAPES, Clark does have powers and he’s starting to process them. Ren Makoto stole my heart with this one.

Not so Perfect Afterall by tekowrites

E - 6,966

AU: High school, Senior year. Clark thinks his life is nearly, if not already perfect. Then he overhears a conversation that changes absolutely everything. Bruce is there to pick up the pieces.

Red, White and Blue by melmel_79

E - 3,639

He works for the Secret Service, and it's best that no one knows he is in a relationship with the president. At least he hoped no one would know...

He grips the envelope tighter and knocks on the door to the Oval Office.

This was a mistake.

Late Night Feelings by the_butler @the-butler-fanstuff

M - 9,283

It was a little past one in the morning, the phone the only light in his room. He glared at it, then threw it to his side on the bed, not caring to see where it landed. A few seconds after, he patted all along the side to find it and looked at it again. He pulled up the messaging app, scrolled down, and then sighed. He exited the app and threw the phone on the bed again. He repeated this several times until some minutes later the phone chimed and he hurriedly sat up and felt for it on his bed. He opened the messaging app again and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he read the reply he’d been waiting for the whole night.

“Be there in 30 mins.”

I LOVE CLARK HERE, GOOD FOR YOU. He’s such a good adult looking out for himself! self-loving and self-respecting Clark here everybody.

it took me by surprise (I know you felt it, too) by jessequicksters @jessequicksters

G - 1,124

In which Clark and Bruce fall in love in between study sessions, track races, grocery shopping at Whole Foods and romantic student dinner dates, burnt lasagna and all.

FLUFF, could argue this is a ficlet buuuuut dont care, it goes here.

Towards You by tekowrites

E - 22,607

AU where Clark is a new transfer student at an elite high school, and he encounters Bruce Wayne. Clark doesn't fit in, not anywhere it seems, and his crush on the star of the football team? Only serves to shows how much. Jealous girlfriends, misunderstandings, hormones and lurking trouble are just some of the challenges he's going to face.

I LOVE THIS , basically this fic made want to make a PART 2, just had to find 15+ other fics to add to the list.

Read the tags, this does contain some heavy topics towards the end

The Game (of Love) by KaizokuHime @kaizokunohime

E -12,288

In WayneTech VR Augmented Gaming, a guild of superheroes has arisen who volunteer to help police that reality. One of these superheroes, Superman, has had a crush on his fellow member, Batman, for many years, but thus far has had little success on asking him out, even as fellow guildmembers. How will their relationship progress? And how intimate can they truly become without knowing the other's identity offline?

A Game You Can't Win gave me hunger for gaming fics, then I found this one and I WANT MORE GAMING FICS

Wham Bam Shang-A-Lang by ShowMeAHero @andillwriteyouatragedy

E - 8,354

Clark Kent is a professor at the same university as Bruce Wayne. Not that it matters, because Bruce doesn't really speak with his co-workers - they're there to work with, not befriend. That is, until Clark and Bruce are assigned to teach a class together in the fall, and start spending more and more time together, and Bruce starts to realize, maybe, he just might need a friend - and maybe, he just might need something else, something Clark-specific.

YES YES PROFESSOR TROPE. They are the best together!

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The Gift by tmelange

E - 5,564

University student Clark Kent is on a field trip to Gotham City where he meets a creature of the night.

VAMPIRE AU, soooo Clark has powers but he is not superman so NO CAPES on his part. Bruce is a Vampire and I’m not really sure if he’s Batman but he’s some sort of vigilante. This felt very AU and sorta? fit the category, so I decided to add it anyways but it’s worth to mention this is an outlier on this list.

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SPECIAL MENTION CAUSE I HAVENT READ THIS ONE BUT IT WAS RECOMMEND TO ME by @just-add-butter

Spoils of War by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

“If I go with you as a spoil of this pointless war, will you leave?” Bruce stands his ground, terrified and shaking, but he keeps eye contact with the warlord.

“Excuse me?” Kal must be hearing things.

“If I go with you, if I serve you, will you let my people live? Will you let my brother live?”

This is not finished buuuut it’s a Medieval AU. I just need to get myself in the right mindset to read an unfinished fic but will get to it! love what llittlechinesedoll writes.

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FICLETS

This section was accidental. I like my fics long and rarely read ficlets but here are a few that came across my way when I forgot to set word count filters.

Snapping the Chats by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

G - 2,278

Clark tries to use the Snapchat filters on Bruce.

General Check-up by littlechinesedoll @cumdumpsterbrucie

T - 906

One where Brucie is getting a check-up from Thomas Elliot and he touches Bruce more cause Clark is obviously jealous

Subway Providence by the butler @the-butler-fanstuff

G - 400

A short drabble about art I did of Clark and Bruce waiting for the train on a subway platform.

So my first list was me coming across and realizing I love this kind of AUs and this second list is me carefully looking for them! Even tho my 1st list has some of my favorites, I hold this one closer to my heart. Hope you Enjoy it.

Also if you know of any that I haven’t included on these lists, please I beg you send them my way <3

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