#no one look into how i used the Diana Prince 'baby!' gif a few days ago and am now doing an evil laughter one for B.

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checked my stats on a whim when i finished the game (it was so good, the way the mystery unravelled was fantastic) and i saw b's romance stat "has shattered Becca. What will this mean for the two of you" and i am ready for... angst? i can't wait! the ending was just really well done on top of everything else. omw to romance the others and try new paths!

Oh, so you’re ready for B angst? So am I. 😏

(Honestly though, B’s ending scenes even when not in romance are ouch, so you B-mancers really are strong, especially if you followed after them instantly to unlock the longer scene. 🧡 So much will happen with the B/MC dynamic! Hopefully you will stand by and support your ‘friend’ just like how they did in Book One.)

 Thank you for your kind words, and I’m excited for you to try new paths! 🌲

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fanfic • agere • regressors Bruce Wayne and J'onn J'onzz, Caregiver Diana Prince • AO3

My baby J'onn fic is finally done! First time in a while I've finished a fic. I hope y'all enjoy!

J’onn needed a break. With his new duties on the watchtower, he was in a constant state of stress. Was he dispatching people to the correct assignments? Were more needed? Should he be recruiting? Every moment not at the console was a second wasted where he could be helping. But after a few days of no sleep, there came an intervention. Bruce and Diana had managed to get him to a private room to talk.

“J’onn, please listen to what we’re saying. You need to go on leave.”

“I won’t hear it, Diana. I go where I am needed.”

“You’ve been running yourself into the ground. If you don’t find a way to cope with your stress you could be put out of commission,” Bruce’s voice was gentle but stern.

J’onn looked at the ground like a scolded child. He rubbed his temples in frustration, he knew Bruce and Diana weren’t going to let up. Of course the two most stubborn members of the league were tasked to bring him to his senses. Unstoppable force, meet immovable object.

“Earth is my home now, I need to protect it. I won’t let what happened to Mars happen again,” J’onn’s voice sounded strained, scared. He hung his head. Diana and Bruce sat on either side of J’onn, both instinctually touching him. Before J’onn could protest, emotion washed over him. Worry, resolve, love. He wasn’t intentionally reading their minds but the contact transferred underlying waves of emotion. He tried to avoid touching others for that reason - it was too much, too intimate, but with his friends… it wasn’t unwelcome. He let out a deep sigh. Feeling how worried his friends were broke his stubborn will. He knew it was time to relent. 

“Alright. I will take a few days off.”

Diana smiled her perfect smile. Bruce looked pleased in his own private way. However - J’onn could sense there was something unsaid. Diana’s hand reached behind his back and laid over Bruce’s, seemingly encouraging him.

“That’s wonderful, J’onn. Thank you. Now, Bruce has something he’d like to share with you.”

Bruce looked away, rubbing his neck. Bashful was not a common look for the dark knight. After a moment, he spoke.

“I… wanted to talk to you about a coping mechanism you might find helpful.”

Bruce looked at Diana for comfort, who squeezed his hand in return. This was difficult for him.

“You are aware of my … regression, yes?”

J’onn was. He had witnessed it one time, briefly. After a particularly tough mission Bruce was critically injured. He pleaded with J’onn to bring Alfred to the watchtower, and the two stayed together all night. The next day, Bruce explained why he needed his guardian’s help.

“Yes, I remember.”

Bruce cleared his throat. “Well, it was originally involuntary, but I have found that voluntarily regressing with people I trust has had a positive effect on my overall health.”

Diana chimed in, “Of course, it’s not for everyone, but we thought that the concept may be useful to you,” she took J’onn’s hand, “You take care of everyone in the league, it might be nice to have someone take care of you for a change.”

J'onn took a moment to think it over. He did quite enjoy spending time with his friends, and he didn't get the opportunity often. Maybe participating in this earthly activity would help him understand them more. 

"I… will try."

Diana smiled even wider, before wrapping Bruce and J'onn in a hug. 

"I promise, you're in excellent hands!"

•

The next day, J’onn, Diana, and Bruce planned to meet up at the watchtower. The watchtower had become J’onn’s home, and he was most comfortable starting their day there. He walked out of his quarters with a knot in his stomach. J’onn could take down powerful mutants without issue, but social settings were always difficult for him. He was anxious for what was to come, as he didn’t know what to expect. However, as the beam of light rose from the transporter, he felt his worries melt away. Diana and Bruce were in civilian clothing, Diana toting a large duffle bag. Bruce looked cautiously around, fiddling with a loose string on his jacket. J’onn greeted them with open arms.

“My friends, thank you for doing this.”

Diana wrapped him in a hug.

“Of course J’onn, anything you need.”

Diana looked back to Bruce, catching on to his nerves. She reached out and held his hand.

“We should get going,” she said.

The trio went to J’onn’s quarters, secluded from the noise and eyes of the other leaguers. Diana loved being in J’onn’s room, it felt so lived in. Given J’onn lives in the watchtower, his room had been renovated to be more like a studio apartment. An extra large bed in the corner (to accommodate his unmasked form), a kitchenette full of his favorite foods, a seating area, and of course, his cat Double Stuff. He greeted them at the door, purring and rubbing against their legs. Diana adored how J’onn’s eyes lit up as he picked up the huge orange cat.

“Sweet boy, you’ve noticed our guests,”

Bruce gave him a tentative pet, and his purring grew even louder.

“He loves you already,” J’onn smiled.

The three of them took a seat on the large, plush couch in front of the TV.

“I can tell you’re both nervous,” Diana said, “but of course, there’s no need to be. I’m here to take care of you, not to judge. You’re welcome to express yourselves in any way that feels healing to you.”

Her warm voice put both heroes at ease. J’onn looked over to Bruce, who still looked a little uncomfortable. He tugged at the collar of his coat, which was still buttoned. Why didn’t he take it off? Oh. J’onn put the pieces together.

“Bruce, do you need help with your coat?” he asked.

Bruce nodded shyly while J’onn scooched over to help him unbutton.

“I did some research into human developmental stages. I remembered that children of a certain age may not have developed fine motor skills.”

Diana nodded, impressed. “Very good, J’onn.”

J’onn felt warmth bloom in his chest. Very good. His hard work to fit in with human society often went unrecognized - it felt so good to be praised about it. Bruce sighed in relief as J’onn removed his coat.

“So,” Diana began with an excited lilt, “I brought a few of Bruce’s favorite activities. I’ve looked after him a few times before.”

Diana unzipped the duffel bag to unveil a treasure trove of colorful supplies - picture books, crayons, blankets, various toys. J’onn was unfamiliar with most of them. He had never spent an extended period of time with such a young child.

“Is it okay if I move your table J’onn? It’s nice to have an open space for this.”

At J’onn’s nod, Diana picked the table up with ease and set it to the side. Next, she rifled through the duffle bag, taking out a large blanket. After spreading it out in the empty space she scattered a few of the toys - a little toy telephone, a small plastic creature, some things with wheels - J’onn marveled at the unfamiliar objects. Bruce was more than enthused about them, though he tried to conceal his giddy smile. He slightly rocked in place, looking at Diana with bright eyes. 

“Go ahead, my love.”

He hopped off the couch and sat on the blanket, immediately going for the little plastic beasts. J’onn cocked his head to the side. Bruce looked up at him.

“J’onn?” He said, in a small voice.

“I am just confused. What is… that?”

Bruce’s face lit up.

“Brachiosaurus!” He smiled.

“A brachiosaurus? Is that an animal? I have never seen one.”

“Dinosaur!” Bruce giggled, holding up the toy.

Diana chimed in. “They are an extinct species, J’onn. They lived on earth thousands of years ago.”

A tinge of sadness tugged at J’onn’s heart. Extinct… The faces of his family and friends flitted across his mind. He stared off into the vast space outside his window. 

“J’onn… are you okay?”

J’onn snapped back to reality, and confronted the concerned faces of his friends. Diana put a hand on his, transmitting love, warmth, worry, understanding. She knew exactly what was wrong after what she said. J’onn took a deep breath and steadied himself. He held Diana’s hand, gently conjuring feelings of calm and comfort in her mind. Bruce was not in this loop - he toddled on his knees to J’onn, eyes brimming with tears.

“It is alright, Bruce, it is okay,” J’onn said, holding Bruce.

“I want to know more about these creatures. What do you know about them?”

A small smile returned to Bruce’s face, and he cozied himself into J’onn’s lap.

“This is a Broch-i-o-saurus. They lived in the Jurassic period, ‘n they were herbivores… they lived in North America, that’s where my house is…”

J’onn nodded along, charmed by Bruce’s soft, gentle voice. He stumbled over his words every so often, his brain going too fast for his mouth to keep up with. All the while, Bruce was moving the Brachiosaurus as if it was traveling down J’onn’s arm. He leaned over and grabbed a second dinosaur, this one standing on two legs with small arms.

“Tyran-o-saurus Rex! Rah!” 

Bruce held it up to J’onn as if the animal was biting him. J’onn let out an ‘aah!’ and fell to the ground. Bruce continued his dino torment, both creatures attacking J’onn. Diana laughed from the sidelines. 

“I’ll save you J’onn,” she smiled, and picked Bruce up by the waist.

Bruce giggled and kicked his legs as the amazon hoisted him into the air, then she gently placed him back on the blanket. J’onn scooched closer to Bruce, picking up and examining the last dinosaur. It had a long head, just like his natural form! 

“What is this one Bruce?”

Bruce perked up and looked up at J’onn,

“Parasaurolophus!”

J’onn giggled, “He looks like me!”

Bruce cocked his head. J’onn looked at Diana,

“Do you think my natural form might… frighten him?”

“Of course not, J’onn. He knows you would never harm him,”

After a moment of thought, J’onn let all his muscles relax. He felt his form start to shift, elongate, transform. When he opened his eyes, he had grown by a foot, his arms and legs stretched out. I hope you’re right, Diana, J’onn thought, expecting Bruce to be scared. Instead, he smiled and clapped his hands.

“Big!”

J’onn returned his smile, holding the parasaurolophus next to his head.

“Just like twins,” Diana laughed.

“J’onn, you know you can stay in your natural form. We want you to be comfortable.”

Bruce clapped in agreement.

“Thank you,” J’onn said.

J’onn and Bruce proceeded to play with their dinosaurs, sorting them, stacking them, crashing them together. J’onn felt his self consciousness melt away as he played. As the time flew by, Bruce showed J’onn how each toy worked. Before they knew it it had been hours.

“Would you like a snack, little ones?”

“Snack…” Bruce cooed.

J’onn tried to gather himself to speak, but he found it difficult. His thoughts were soft and scattered.

“Choco?” He compromised with one word. 

“Of course,” Diana said, petting his head.

Diana returned with cookies for J’onn and applesauce for Bruce, along with a cup and a bottle. She pulled Bruce onto her lap, resting his head on her chest. She secured a piece of fabric around his neck. J’onn wanted to ask what it was, but he found himself unable to speak. He whined. Then, a thought came to him. He touched Diana’s hand, transmitting an image of the fabric to her mind. She was thrown off for a moment, but quickly adapted.

“It’s called a bib, it keeps Bruce from getting messy.”

J’onn nodded with a smile, content. 

“Baba…” Bruce was pawing at the bottle.

“Thirsty, hm?” Diana popped the bottle into his mouth, and Bruce happily drank the milk. J’onn tipped the cup to his mouth, but spilled a little bit down his chin. Diana was quick to wipe his face.

“Maybe I should get you a bib,” Diana smiled.

J’onn thought about it and gave an affirmative nod. Diana placed Bruce in J’onn’s lap for a moment while she fetched a second bib. Soon, she returned and secured it around J’onn’s neck - then she picked up the cup and secured a lid to it.

“Sippy cup,” Diana tapped the cup.

“...sippy,” J’onn repeated.

“Good job!”

J’onn felt that telltale warmth in his chest. He bonked Diana with his head, transmitting happiness, love, appreciation. After a minute of thought, he transmitted a small explanation to both Bruce and Diana. A memory of him on his homeworld, touching his forehead to his loved ones. It was a common form of affection on mars. Bruce bobbed up and down excitedly and fell toward J’onn, bopping him with his forehead.

“Good… job!” J’onn parroted, with great effort.

Soon, all of the snacks were eaten. “All gone!” Diana said, holding up the plates.

“All..gone!” J’onn repeated.

Bruce was softly snoring in Diana’s lap.

“I think it’s about time for a nap,”

J’onn made a confused squeak.

“Na-ap?” He drew out the word.

“It’s a short sleep humans take sometimes. Would you like to join? You don’t really have to sleep, sometimes it’s just nice to be still.”

J’onn nodded, not fully parsing the instructions but willing to participate. He followed his friend’s lead, floating over to the bed and lying down in it. J’onn wasn’t really used to the bed yet, he usually floated while sleeping on Mars. As he lay nestled between Diana and Bruce, he decided - he liked the bed best with his friends in it.

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ma chérie — harry styles x f!reader

a/n; Pictures used are behind the scenes and stills from The Crown season 4, Josh O’Connor’s Prince Charles and Emma Corrin’s Princess Diana—might as well recommend you all to watch it on Netflix 😝. I changed how I *usually* write my other fics but I feel that it’s all good!—excuse any errors, feel free to reblog/like, interact and stay safe!

You and Harry are married to each other, and being in a movie together playing as a wedded couple, including the one day you wore a fake baby belly and he goes soft.

“I thought you would be happy,” Hesitating on what to say, she looked down at her feet, “I’m sorry.”

“We have 10 days left then it will all be over.”

“Don’t tell me you’ll run back to her. Don’t do that, don’t go back to her. Stay with us, please…”

“I’m not reconsidering it, don’t make me say anything that I will regret later.”

“You always said those things no matter whom or what we would be having a conversation about. It will always turn into an argument.” Countered she.

“It wouldn’t even be a problem if you wouldn’t make one out of it.”

“We’re a couple. It isn’t normal to even argue about the slightest bit of things that angers you.” She snapped.

The baby’s cry from the other room shuts their voices.

“Take care of him.”

Not another word or even a second glance, he walked out of the room. The sound of the heavy steps of his shoes disappearing. What’s left was only her in the room alone with the baby’s cry echoing. Her eyes watered yet unblinking watching the ghost spot.

“Cut!”

Countless bright lights blinding you even though it all stood tall and far from you. People swarming the set, and it began to fill in with their talking.

“That was brilliant. It came out better than I expected.” Victoria, the screenwriter and producer, hands you a cup of drink as she helps you put on a jacket.

“I hope you got the last shot of me crying. I don’t think I can do that again.”

“We did, we did. It all looks amazing, (Y/N). Now, you rest and let me or Savanah,” Your assistant, “if you need anything. Any clothes that isn’t warm enough or too hot for you to wear, let us know.”

As you were making your way to your trailer and away from the set with its cameras stacked on top of each other, wires thin and thick with sorts of color on the ground or hanging on the wall, you craned your neck to see where Harry was.

“Where is Harry?”

“Soon as the scene ends he ran out and, I suppose, into your trailer.”

Standing in front of your trailer door, hearing Angel Eyes softly playing from the inside, you gave Victoria a pitiful smile. “He always do this to not fall asleep waiting for me.”

“Rest nice, (Y/N). Give me or Savanah a text. You’re hungry or want a ride home. Makeup remover—”

“Alright, see you, Vic!”

Entering your trailer, its lights dimly lit and only two out of four turned on, you decided not to announce your entry until a few more steps inside to see your husband.

Harry was leaning against the dresser still dressed in his costume, consisting of a crisp white shirt with black-striped-red suspenders loosely hanging from his hips down to his knees, black dress trouser and matching black shoes with gold hardware. He’s taken the courtesy to remove the makeup, other than asking you to do it that costs you a one hour nap, and his hair was free of the pomade. They were hanging and some sticking to his forehead, sheen of sweat clear from forehead to collarbone and expose chest.

His outfit had cost a million, whilst you were a baby blue dress with simple flowery designs decorating it. You’d ditched the high heels to a simple leather light brown slip-ons. You were simply following the directions given by the costume designers and director, your character wouldn’t go overbroad and keeps it simple.

“I love you,” Never unheard throughout both your days of filming that he wouldn’t utter the words instead of a casual “hello”. He’d smile smugly at how easy it made you feel and act.

“I know. You remind me every day and night, and I don’t want you to stop.”

“No one said I would, darlin’.”

He watched as you say down on your makeup chair and doing your routine of skincare like always. He doesn’t admit it, but he loves seeing you dressing down and out of the dresses and makeup, leaving only the real you in front of him.

After convincing him to get our of costume and wear a more comfortable clothing, you two now tangled in a cuddle, you felt more relaxed than ever. The cold mattress and pillow sinking you in and the feeling of the love of your life’s arms wrapped around you, you felt safe, protected, and loved.

…

The next morning, you couldn’t help being jumpy and feeling excited that made your stomach flip.

Filming started a bit later than usual, as they’re still preparing for the set’s decorative and placing the props on marked places. You had ran through the script once more, and keeping in mind filming wouldn’t be in chronological order like you thought it would from the first time you were casted and joined in the first ever table reading. Your first day was surrounded by actors playing as family members, sharing a toast in a birthday celebration, four months later you were wearing a wedding dress plucking and petals off the flowers from your bouquet. The days you weren’t filming, you’d be in the costume department doing the needed fittings and trying on various makeup looks. Sometimes, Harry would follow you and busied himself taking pictures of you, pinky promising you to not spoiling anything by posting anything in his socials.

But the one time he didn’t come with you to the department, you thought it was a perfect surprise for him. A small something to cheer him up and relieve him some off the stress.

Dressed in a royal purple maternal dress that goes down to your knees, underneath was a fake pregnant belly, protruding and round strapped to your belly, realistically making you look pregnant. Harry would lose his mind.

You’d sneak inside his trailer and turned on one of the soft yellow light, hearing him snoring from the entrance, you softly shuts the door close and walks over to stand on the edge of his bed. On one of the walls was a body mirror, you couldn’t help yourself but to place a hand on top of where the bump started and placing another on the lower part. Your turned your body admiring the belly and focused on how real it looked, that Harry’s gravelly morning voice cutting the silence made the hairs on your neck stands up.

“Darling, turn around f’me...”

Doing so, the soft click of his camera and flash, blood rushed into your face making you feel hot.

His green eyes, droopy and slowly blinking, adjusting to lights, he licked his lips eyes you up and down. Along with the dress, you had donned on the sapphire ring and a gold watch, keeping the ‘soon-to-be mum’ look simple yet fashionable up the costume designers expectations.

“Ma cherie, you look beautiful…”

You’d hit the soft spot he has for babies, you knew it from how much in the past he would gush about meeting with his fans on a walk on the street holding their baby and taking a picture with them, he looked like a natural dad.

“I know, that’s why I wanted to surprise you. I’ve been so excited all morning for this and…don’t it just look perfect?”

His eyes wandered to the bump then back to your face. Wetting his lips, he chuckled,

“You always do, sweetheart. But you look so…natural with it.” A comfortable silence, then he whispered to you, “Come closer, darlin’,”

His arms finds itself around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, and he placed his ear in the bump. “Look even more amazing…”

“Why don’t we give it a name? I’ve grown too attached to it that I think it deserves a name.”

“Boy or girl?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You bend down and kisses his forehead.

His large hands placed on both sides of the fake belly, his thumb rubbing it soothingly, almost it was fragile and made of glass, “Gwendolyn…or, uh, Archibald…”

You smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt, you hurdled him into a tight hug sending him crashing back into the mountain of blankets and pillows, “I love, love, love it!”

…

“Here, mummy! There I found the bunny!”

“Good job, Finn! Let’s show the bunny to daddy!”

 Hoisting “Finn”, real name Louis, he giggled as he latched his face on his neck. He had the most fun, though it was all an act for the elderly actors surrounding him. He didn’t care about anything else except the games he played, the large places for filming, and the colorful clothes everyone wore.

“40 minutes break everyone!”

At times break time was longer than it was announced, but you savored every moment by relaxing, catching up to meals you missed, or finish any errands you could do without going too far from set. But ever since Louis came on set, you would spend time with the him with coloring books, playing with building blocks, play pretend, or taking silly photos that you would keep in an album you’d requested Harry to bought for you.

“You’re glowing, (Y/N)!” laughed Roman, your on-screen brother-in-law, and a close friend of you and your husband, seeing you and Louis still sharing a laugh.

“I’m preggy, Roman!”

Louis interrupts and reached down to pat the top of your fake bump, “Baby Gwen, Roman!”

“Gwen? I thought you’ll have another brother?”

“Harry picked out the names this morning. Gwendolyn for a girl and Archibald for a boy.”

“Can’t believe you two aren’t parents yet.”

“We are aren’t we? What do you think, Louis?”

“She’s like mummy!”

…

You were laying down on a large sofa, immersed in the book you’re reading, you failed to realize the fake bump you were still wearing had began to feel heavier

“What…” But your words trailed off to see Harry’s hair bundled on your stomach and his face mushing itself on the bump.

“What’re you reading, sweetheart?”

“Just some short stories and poetries, love. What are you doing?”

“Enjoying your company. Hope I’m not…pestering you or anythin’…” Yawning and rubbing his eye, it was clear he needed to rest and never had the chance to. When he did, he’d spend them with you, catching up together whenever you don’t share a scene with each other.

“You looked amazing today…” He muttered so quietly.

You ran your fingers through his hair as he laid back down on the bump.

Going back into your book, not letting go of your hand busy playing with his hair, Harry fell into a dreamland.

…

Hayden was a calm baby boy that wanted to play with toys instead of being held in either you or Harry’s arms. He had many of them, courtesy of Harry spending a couple hundred dollars, but Hayden also enjoyed the hand-knitted ones you did, an airplane and a bee, would be the ones that was on him all the time.

His parents, Caroline and Ivan, sitting behind the cameras, had given you simple instructions how to calm down the baby. As Hayden would be your on-screen elder son in his infant year, you somehow felt the need to take care of him.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” Caroline assured you as she placed Hayden into your arms.

The scene was a simple one, the family relaxing and enjoying the sun and nature. Sitting on the picnic blanket that had been set up, decorated with the baby’s toys and others, you and Harry, him holding Hayden, sat down on the blanket soon as the scene starts.

Birds chirping and the wind filling your ears, along with Harry’s talking to Hayden while fiddling with a wooden toy. The camera was focusing on them, and one of the crew member carefully moved one of the cameras to focus on you.

You had to give a solemn yet motherly and loving look towards Hayden, as your character was in a bit of conflict and had been in an argument with her husband in a scene beforehand. A half smile on your lips as Hayden crawled towards you, you cooed at the infant, Harry patting his bump and chortling at the baby’s antics.

…

The cathedral, in all its glory and details, precise colors and theme, it took you back to the day you and Harry pronouncing your vows in a similar one.

The wedding was suppose to give off the ‘fairytale’ every bride wish for on their wedding day. The cathedral, its stained glass with colors weary of time, statue depicting itself by the books and history, and the altar’s colorful, high and wide interiors, it gave you a slight chill.  The high ceiling, artwork that made you wanted to look up forever even if your neck stiffen, it was intriguing to get to observe such beauty. The angels, their spreading wings of white-greys-and-black feathers, their faces that you wished you could reach and caress…

“Action!”

“Know that you’re the only one I truly love. Why the ring is on you—”

“And instead you’ll gave it to her?”

She shifted her eyes to the golden signet ring he wore on his hand.

“You’ll never forgive me?”

“Not while she is still there.” On his heart, mind, and soul.

The scene shifted, she was walking down the aisle, counting the steps she took to get her mind of everything.

Now standing in the altar, the priest with its open script and reciting the words, he interrupts, “May we skip to the vows?”

She looks at him from the corner of her eyes. She said nothing, then down at the flowers, she prayed that it was nothing but a dream.

As they recited what was needed, Harry had forgotten about the cameras and leaned close to whisper in your ears,

“I meant what I said, ma chérie, you looked beautiful with the belly.”

And kissed you under your ear. Not minding the eyes of other actors who might be focusing on them instead, but he doesn’t care.

…

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Hypnotic You

Second Series for Jason Todd

Request: Mixing up requests I got in submissions. 

Summary: [Name] has to come to terms that she really isn’t a fighter yet. Her mother, Diana Prince, left her in the care of Batman to help [Name] fight or at least learn how. Jason and [Name] have been partners for a long time and he is her mentor. But that all changes when he requests to go back to his team, The Outlaws. [Name] feels that she is left behind and comes across a new friend. 

But this new friend of hers is another enemy of the Justice League and a sworn enemy of her mother’s. [Name]’s body is resistant to some magic, but when Hecate awakens her godly form, is she able to control her dormant powers?

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

Genre: Mystery, Drama, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2.5k, 6 pgs

WARNING(S): NONE???

The sun shined brightly onto Gotham City providing light and warmth in the cold season of Winter. The snow that piled up from last night's storm was gradually melting under the bright star. And [Name] witnessed the frost on her living room windows going away. 

     She watched her neighbors do their daily routine of mowing their luscious green grass. Their kids had the job of taking out the trash and recycling. The mother would usually watch on holding their newborn baby or she was wiping her hands on a dish rag. [Name] turned away from the normal scene and glued her eyes on the TV.

      "In Today's news, Batman and Robin had stopped another criminal last night. Despite the storm, the caped vigilantes stopped the Riddler from robbing one of Gotham's finest jewelry stores. The Riddler is now being sent to Gotham--" 

     [Name] turned the TV off knowing that the Riddler would just escape again from wherever he's being sent to. She stayed on her couch for a while and enjoyed snuggling with her warm blanket that she got out of the dryer. Her eyes closed in happiness and she began to wonder in her land of dreams. That was until there was a knock at her front door. 

     She grumbled in annoyance and got up from the couch. [Name]’s sock covered feet carried her to the door and she opened it with a kind smile. There standing on her porch was her best friend and partner, Jason Todd. He was wearing his signature red hoodie with black jeans and black adidas. He stuffed his hands into his hoodie and sighed, “Are you gonna invite me in?” 

     [Name] snapped out of her trance and opened the door more to let him in. She watched as he relaxed and walked into her house. He took his shoes off by her door where her own shoes were placed. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked and walked in front of him to stop him from entering her kitchen. 

     “I’m hungry,” He responded and took his hands from his hoodie. He placed his cold fingers on her exposed waist and moved her aside. [Name] recoiled from his touch and giggled, “You should warm your hands up. Oh, I’ll make you hot chocolate!” 

     Jason stayed silent and watched [Name] run into her kitchen. He chuckled when he saw that she struggled to reach her mugs on the top shelf. But after a few seconds, she managed to get them. “I said I was hungry, not thirsty,” Jason grumbled and sat in the barstools at the kitchen island. [Name] stopped pouring the hot chocolate and looked at him, “Do you not want any?”

     “Let’s go grab a bite.” Jason asked suddenly. 

    “Are you asking me out to eat breakfast with you?” [Name] looked at him questioningly. 

     Jason sighed and walked over to her. He grabbed the mug filled with hot chocolate topped with cool whipped cream. He took a sip and relished the hot drink entering his freezing body. “I am asking you to eat breakfast with me,” He replied after setting the cocoa down on the granite counter.

      [Name] smiled and grabbed a napkin from the kitchen island. She wiped Jason’s mouth to get rid of the whipped cream. She made eye contact with the male and laughed, “Yes, I’ll go eat with you, Todd, so stop your glaring.” [Name] walked away and threw the napkin into the trash. “Gimme five minutes to get dressed.”

       It took her longer than five minutes to get dressed, but Jason wasn’t going to ruin her perfect mood. He looked at her outfit and he took notice how she wore gloves and a scarf. “What?” [Name] interrupted his thoughts and placed her hands on her hips, “I’m not going out there freezing my butt off like you, okay?” 

     Jason raised his hands up and looked away, “I wasn’t going to say anything about your fashion choices. It’s a smart idea to bundle up, I don’t want anybody blaming me if you get sick.” 

     “You really do care for me,” [Name] softly said and Jason scoffed, turning to the front door. He opened it and walked out. He was going to ignore her comment about how he felt toward her. Jason wasn't’ sure himself. There were days he wanted to shoot her because of her rash decisions of saving a petty criminal. Yet there were days he had the strong urge to protect her from those petty criminals. “I’ll buy breakfast!” [Name] shouted as she locked her front door. 

……

     “The reason why I brought you here was because we need to talk,” Jason lit a cigarette and before he could inhale the deadly toxins, [Name] was quick enough to snatch it from him. 

     “Smoking isn’t allowed in here and I want to enjoy my breakfast before we get kicked out.” She smiled at him kindly. 

     Jason grumbled under his breath as he watched the female put out the cigarette in her empty glass half filled with ice. He crossed his arms over his chest and began speaking, “I requested that we change partners or back to our original teams. Now I don’t want you to interrupt me because I need you to listen to my reasons.” Jason’s blue eyes connected with her [e.color] eyes. 

     [Name] remained quiet waiting for his reasons. She stopped messing with the crayons she got from the host and paid Jason her undivided attention. 

     “I feel as though I need to work with my team, The Outlaws, more than Batman’s sidekick. Roy said he needs some help with the team and that they’re breaking without my leadership. I am also needed on higher stake missions and not burglars who steal money from an ATM.” 

    “He didn’t just steal money from an ATM. He was stealing from homeless people!” [Name] whispered-yelled. She was a bit frustrated about Jason’s choice. 

     “Hey, I told you to not interrupt me,” Jason scolded and continued his explanation. His stare softened and his body slowly relaxed into a vulnerable state. “I’m needed with my team, [Name]. I helped you with a lot of your training and I believe you already make a fine Batgirl. You don’t need me anymore.” 

     “Yes, I do,” [Name] spoke up, not caring that she didn’t let him finish, “You help me make those hard decisions. You sometimes influence me, but most importantly you make me decide what I want to do. I never really had that choice with Batman and Robin. You help me a lot in those times, in our missions.” 

     Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, “Those aren’t missions, [Name]. I get it, you entered the fighting scene a little too late. But what Batman has us doing, what he has you doing is nothing compared to what I used to do with my team. We take down guys like Sionis. We take down actual criminals with dangerous agendas.” 

     [Name] felt small in her seat. 

     “And to be frank, I’m tired of dealing with those petty criminals. I want the real deal. I want to go back to my team,” Jason finished.  

    [Name] swallowed the lump in her throat, “Then be with your team, Jason. No one is going to stop you.” 

     Jason stared at her and was baffled by her response, “You-- Why are you not stopping me?” He was 100% positive that she was going to throw a royal fit. But here she was surprising him.

      [Name] pushed her plate of food away from her kid’s menu. She grabbed a red crayon and began doodling. Her attention was divided now and it was because she needed a distraction. She could no longer stare in his gunmetal eyes anymore. “You said you needed your team and that they needed you. Why would I stop you if you want to leave?” 

    “I don’t know, I thought you would have put up a bigger fight. It’s what you would usually do.” Jason replied back and watched her aimlessly draw on her kids menu. He didn’t know what she was trying to draw and honestly he didn’t care. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he quickly looked at who was calling him. It was Roy Harper. 

     [Name] pretended she wasn’t looking, but she noticed how Jason didn’t hesitate to answer the call. She put her crayon down and raised her hand in the air to call the waitress. Their waitress came by with a pretty smile. “Can I have the check please?” [Name] warmly asked with her own smile. The waitress nodded her head and handed the check to which [Name] handed back cash. “Keep the change.” 

     Jason watched [Name]’s interactions with the waitress carefully. He noticed the front she was putting up. After all, he spent a long time with her to notice how she was doing. He focused back on the call and listened to Roy’s words. Apparently, Sionis was still in the game while in prison. It meant that the criminal had connections inside the prison to make deals outside. Jason wanted to shoot himself twenty times right about now.

      [Name] waited patiently for Jason to end the call, so they can have a proper goodbye. It was rude to leave while he was on the call, but it was also rude to answer the phone when he was having a conversation with her. Yet [Name] didn’t have the confidence to communicate with him. It wouldn’t matter anyways because they were no longer going to work together. Maybe that is why [Name] felt so sad. She was growing attached to the male even if they did have their downs.

      “I got it, Harper,” Jason said with the roll of his eyes, “We’ll talk about it more later and plan from there. Alright, see you guys later.” He ended the call and gave a curt nod to [Name]. “Roy called about--” 

     [Name] waved him off and laughed, “Spare me the details and go get the bad guy.” 

     Jason sighed and gestured to her with his hands, “You’re mad.” 

    “I’m upset,” [Name] truthfully said with a shrug of her shoulders. Her eyes were downcasted to examine her scramble of a drawing. “I thought of us as a team, you know? So being sent back to a dynamic duo like Batman and Robin kind of makes me feel-- I don’t know,” [Name] laughed and looked up at him. She waved her hands side to side, “I don’t know what I’m talking about now, my words are going to be scrambled soon if we keep talking.”

     [Name] put her wallet back in her purse and flipped the straps on her shoulder. She was collecting her things. She scooted to the edge of the booth and stood up, “But thank you for teaching me the ropes and other important things. I’ll catch you on the flipside.” [Name] turned her back on Jason and hurried to exit the restaurant. She was really digging herself into a hole back there. 

     “Catch you on the flipside? God, what was I thinking?” [Name] scolded herself and lightly hit the side of her head with her palm. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” She helplessly muttered as she walked further away from the restaurant. [Name] walked past some people going about their business and easily dodged the shoulders of people not paying attention to their surroundings. She was surprised that she was able to notice the people around her when her mind was plagued with questions. 

     At this point, [Name] wanted to be home and enjoy her hot chocolate for real this time. If Jason really requested for her to go back with Batman then the caped crusader will call her if she soon. "I should go pick up Blue from the pet store. Ah, I forgot my poor baby had an appointment today,” [Name] hailed a taxi and got into the backseat while telling the driver where to go. 

     “Rough mornin’, miss?” The taxi driver asked looking into the rearview mirror. 

     [Name] gave him a small smile, “You can say that.” 

    The taxi driver whistled with his clapped lips. They seemed to bleed a little meaning that he was picking at the skin of his bottom lip recently. “The storm must have hit yer area hard or somethin’ if ya ain’t smilin’. The kids ‘round here are havin’ a field day! Throwin’ snowballs and jus’ havin’ some normal fun! Ya should join ‘em, put a pretty smile back on ya face, y’know?” 

    “I will when I pick up my dog from his appointment. Blue would love the snow and I’m sure the kids would love him,” [Name] replied looking out the window. She watched the buildings she recognized pass by with a blur. Then she averted her attention to the taxi driver. She noticed a purple ring surrounding his irises before it disappeared. 

     The taxi driver cleared his throat and clenched the steering wheel tighter, “He must've really hurt yer feelings.” 

    “Excuse me?” [Name] swallowed and stared at the man with a new sense of curiosity and suspicion. She scooted to the edge of her seat and asked again, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” 

     “I said he must’ve hurt yer feelings. Especially if ya have that sad look in yer eyes like someone ran o’er yer dog. What’s his name?” The taxi driver tilted his head to the side and a large pop resonated in the taxi. 

      Uncomfortable, [Name] leaned her back into the cushion of her seat. Her lips parted in uncertainty, “He’s only a friend and there’s no reason for you to know his name. You’re a stranger.” 

     “I’m more than jus’ a stranger, darlin’,” The taxi driver answered quickly. The car came to a stop and [Name] opened the door. She almost forgot to pay the man, but he stopped her with a creepy smile on his face.

      “No need to pay me, girl,” He said and leaned over the passenger seat, “I want ya to know somethin’.” 

    [Name] got out of the car and closed the door. She bent down to listen to him talk though. She didn’t know why she was staying any longer with this weirdo. Yet her curiosity wasn’t quenched, not now. “She’s always watchin’ ya. Said somethin’ about awakening yer true potential.”

     “Thank you for the ride, sir,” [Name] dismissed his words  and ran into the pet store where she felt somewhat safe. She picked her phone from her purse and dialed Jason’s number hoping he would pick up as quickly as he did for Roy. It rang twice then went straight to voicemail. Might as well tell him what happened to her. 

     “Hey, Jason, I called to tell you the strangest thing that happened to me. This taxi driver gave me the weirdest ride ever. I-- He knew that I talked to you? Actually, he doesn’t know you, but I don’t know. It was the oddest thing that’s ever happened. He knew what I was feeling. I mean he knew-- Whatever, just give me a call back?” She said with nervousness, “He said someone was watching me. I have to hear some advice from you.”

      She ended the call there and perked up at her dog barking happily. She hoped that the taxi driver was only crazy and that what he said wasn’t true. [Name] has enough to worry about. 

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

No nut November

Imagine: in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your lover saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfill one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

Victor Creed

Accepting the challenge that is No Nut November, it's a walk in the park, after all, he did have a wager with you. So you were prepared to make him lose.

Walking into your living room dressed in a maid outfit so small enough that the skirt perfectly (barely) covers your ass when you bend over. And you use it wisely, in front of him.

-Excuse me, Mr. Creed. Just a second.

He watches your form in front of him seeing the black thong between your cheeks that peaked between getting the sensation he started to miss already.

-You want me to lose, dove?

He asks as he grins feeling his palm on his hard length trying to massage the hard-on away.

-Me, no. I'm just wearing this costume since I didn't go to the Halloween party. So this is my chance. It's not my fault you have a dirty mind.

-It's not that hard with a beautiful girl like you.

Damn!

He knew how to rile you up.

-So you forfeit? You do remember your punishment.

Victor stands up walking to you slapping your check roughly as he smirks down at you.

-Being handcuffed while you ride me isn't that much as a punishment.

Steve Rogers

For Steve, it's somewhat easy. He is always on a mission kilometers away from you. That also means when he comes back to you he is a beast... Until he accepted the bet. After a day passed since he came home he wanted to devour you.

-Ready to relinquish, captain?

You asked as you sat next to him on the couch dressed in your pajamas. You knew you didn't have to do much, he will crumble himself eventually.

-No...

He trailed off but you saw how hard he was, partially begging to take you.

-When you think about it if you lose it isn't that bad. Sure you would be handcuffed and you don't like to be submissive...

With that Steve grabs your hand yanking you to him so you sit comfortably on his dick.

-Who said I don't like to be submissive?

You kiss happily knowing that there is indeed something like a 'Submissive Captian'.

Bucky Barnes

-Doll, I have been known in my days as 'James the Champ', which meant I NEVER lost.

You turn your gaze to him watching him through the glass as you applied your red lipstick as he leaned in the door frame.

-Well, of course, but you never went head to head with me.

Bucky rolls his eyes at your testimony as you walked towards him letting your steps be slow and seductive as your hands land on his shoulders.

-That means I'll just have to go to the girl's night out without my departure gift.

Bucky licks his lips finding it hard not to fuck you before you go, your usual tradition before you or him went. Always marking each other up to know how just lucky you are that the rest of the population.

-Looks like it.

He said slowly as he felt your fingers dance along his neck waiting for your kisses just below his ears. He closes his eyes focusing his hands trying to control his animalistic behavior from jumping out and losing the bet.

-I'll be home in a few hours.

You kissed his cheek and left your shared home for the first time ever since he came back from the mission. Closing the door Bucky jumps onto the bed discarding his pants and mixer and quickly getting to work.

Ding

Bucky stops for a second as he looks at his phone a new text message form you.

A photo.

Opening the photo it's a picture of him jerking off with the title being

'When I come home you prepare for your self for the punishment.'

Loki Laufeyson

After spending almost an hour explaining Loki the No Nut November he was rather excited to try his limits. And the bet was just as sweet. He did always say that his mind is the strongest of anyone but you knew how to crack him. And now was the time.

Cooking.

Loki loved to help you cook especially when you bake a cake just for the fun of it. Taking the freshly whipped cream covered cake you dip your finger onto your slice of the cake totally forgetting the fork beside you and putting the whipped cream covered finger into your mouth letting the delicious moans be loud for Loki to hear.

Loki watched you torture him as he felt drool exiting from his open mouth.

The bet.

He needed to be strong, he is royalty they never give their power to others. Especially if they are his amazing and sexy lover.

-Delicious.

You moaned as you looked at Loki as he shakes his groaned approval.

-Yes... You are.

Giggling at his blurb you walk to him pressing your body on his.

-Ready to forfeit, my King?

Loki sighs and for a split second he nods.

-Yes. I'm yours, my love.

Thor Odinson

He loved challenges, he loved the pressure to succeed and prevail amongst other mortals that failed. And he was furthermore ready for the challenge. You were in it to make him beg for you. And you knew just about how.

-My darling, how about a kiss?

Thor asked as held you by your waist.

-I'm sorry, Thor. The bet is limited only to hugs other than that it's losing.

Thor sighs as he watched you walk away hoping that this will end soon.

-Y/n, my light, my moon... Can you bestow me kiss onto my aching lips?

Looking down at your kneeling boyfriend you laugh as you watch Tony enter.

-For fucks sakes. Thor just forfeit and get a room!

Tony screamed clearly irritated at the muscular God.

-But fellow Tony much is at stake.

-Just kiss her and get it over with. I'm tired of hearing your pending across the HQ.

-Forfeit Thor and I'm all yours.

Thor looks back at you and he nods to your words as he lands his lips on yours softly.

-Please, do go get a room!

Thor continued to kiss you as he carried you out of the living room leaving Tony to wash his eyes with soap.

Bruce Wayne

He is the man, the detective, the toughest of tough. He can endure every pain and still make it on time to a date with you. But when a wager is in he is 10 times tougher. He is in it for the end line. But you were also stubborn as him, even more. This will be fun.

-Come on, Bruce. You possibly can't endure a whole month without feeling me. And my body.

Bruce looked at you as you swayed in your dress next to him watching the crowd of shallow rich species.

-Believe me, It's hard. But knowing I beat you in a bet is all the worthwhile. Plus, I have spent years in isolation so this will be easy.

Rolling your eyes at his ruling you walk away grabbing Olivers Queen and going to the center of the ballroom, in the perfect position in front of paparazzi, rich folk and Bruce.

-Ready to waltz, Oliver?

-Yeah, let's make some magic.

The dance was magical. You and Oliver moved in unions even better with Bruce but your eyes never left Bruce's figure. As the dance ended you pull out your leg from your high slit dress placing on Oliver's hip and giving a kiss on the cheek.

-Thank you.

-Always, temptress.

Walking back to Bruce you see his eyes locking onto your body and stoic expression he wastes no time in yanking you out of the room.

-Get ready to be punished, baby girl.

-Yes, sir.

Clark Kent

Clark is a cinnamon roll, you can't deny that, but he is rough when he wants to so pulling an invisible brake on his libido is pure torture.

-You know that you can always forfeit.

You say softly hoping from him to give up since you are feeling frisky.

-I don't know. I want to but I also want to win this bet.

Kissing his cheek, almost near his lips you see the twitch in his neck as he tries to kiss you on the lips. You know just what he needs. Fuel this small fire.

-If you want to complete this bet you can do that. I'm not gonna stop you. I can always ask Bruce for some meaningless fun.

Clark sharply runs to you on his face shock.

-Or maybe Arthur, or maybe even Diana. I am feeling very much frisky.

Clark shakes his head as his hands grip your waist and pulling you on his lap as his hands roughly grip your boobs.

-You are going to regret saying Bruce's name. I'll make you forget it.

-Prove it.

Arthur Curry

Arthur is filled with happiness and he very much finds joy in making you feel amazing. So proposing the bet he was against it. He himself knew that he won't last even 3 days without touching you.

-Maybe I'll accept the bet if you add something more.

-What do you propose?

-You being in a sexy costume of my choosing for 2 days.

Arthur grins at the idea.

-Fine. But if you lose. You'll fulfill my fantasy of choosing.

Arthur nods feeling excited as he shakes your hand, starting the challenge. A days pass and you knew how much he wanted to win even going so far to sleeping on the couch. He wanted to win so bad but seeing you exit the shower as he entered he just could not look away from your marvelous body, wanting to pinch your booty and massage your tense muscles.

He started to lose his cool. It was apparent. You saw it and somehow enjoyed seeing him squirm.

-You alright, Art?

He looked at you like a hurry and horny wolf (mostly horny)

-No. Want. To. Touch. So. Bad.

He slurped like a zombie as he watched your lips wind up in a smile. So kissable.

-You can. But there are consequences.

You walk to him at an arm's length not touching him just torturing him by the small insignificance distance.

-Come on, Arthur. You can't go on like this.

He huffs like a bear as he steps closer kissing your lips with so much need you almost fell on the floor he wasn't holding you tightly.

-Fine, you win but now I get my way.

-Deal.

Orm Marius

Orm wanted to touch you it was a fact but having a challenge for him as a prince was tantalizing. He wanted to try it and he was wrong he didn't understand the power you had on him and made his task a nightmare in his words at least.

-Y/n can you not be so sensual, beloved? I'm trying my hardest.

He pleaded hoping for you to change out of his shirt into your pajamas.

-I don't see the problem. I always wear it and you love it.

-I do! That's the issue. You are enticing me.

Snickering at him you walk to him standing in front of him as he sat on his chair.

-Well, then how about you get on your knees and worship me.

Orm gulps feeling his dick hardening at your command. He loved it when you took control and he lived when he submitted to you. It was like a drug. He doesn't answer as he drops to his knees in front of you looking up hopeless.

-Yes, my goddess.

Joker

-You want to chain me?! Chain the sex machine?! Are you crazy?

-It's not an order. Just a bet. You can decline it. It thought it would be fun.

-It's on.

After that J was focused and loaded as he focused on his 'gangster' work. After countless tries of seducing him in his office in his favorite lingerie. You took a break. To gather yourself and think of a new plan.

Got it.

As the night enrolled you walked into J's club dressed in a small red dress and walking past J's private club section. Only winking at him as he discussed business with another gangster. Going straight to the bar and sitting pretty it doesn't take long from the moths to come to the flame.

-Can I buy you a drink?

Many men ask as you lean on the bar table and seeing the bartender behind you butting in.

-Gentlemen, Y/n is...

-Its okay Mark. Let them be.

Mark nods obediently handing you your drink. After a while, you see Joker walking to you pushing away the men from you.

-Scarm before I kill you here.

The men run away and you smile at your man.

-You are very clever, luring me in with other men so I get jealous and fuck you hard.

-Did it work?

-Yes, princess. Prepare for the punishment of your life.

-And you too.

Duncan Vizla

-Y/n you should know that I am trained to be tougher than the average person. This puny bet won't affect me in the slightest.

Smiling at Duncan you counter his statement.

-I know but when people are told something they tend to the opposite. Something like the apple in the Garden.

-Are you pulling Biblical reference to get me on board with the bet?

-Maybe?

-Deal.

After that deal, you made sure he saw you every second. If he was in the kitchen you were there to help, if he was in the bathroom you needed an 'urgent bath'. When he sat in his leather chair you purposefully bend down to pick up anything that fell, accidentally. Even when sleeping. You were purposefully sleep talking small words that he wanted to hear.

-More Duncan... Faster... I'm yours... Mark me...

He was a tough nut to crack but it will be worthwhile. Just a little more. A few days passed being completely impressed by Duncan's steel will. As you walked into the house you see Duncan cooking his eyes looking solely one the scrambled eggs.

-You good, Duncan?

You ask as you watch Duncan turn to you pulling himself to you like on a string.

-In a way. A HARD way.

Moving your gaze down you see Duncan hard-on poking out of his pants.

-Need help with that?

You ask hoping for Duncan to nod and fuck you right here in the kitchen. Of course, as you tried to seduce Duncan and being left empty-handed was also hard on you leaving you wet and wanting more of his distant touch.

-Time is passing Mr. Vizla and your problem is still here. You know how it can be solved.

Duncan smiles viciously as he pushes you against the fridge. His rough lips smacking against yours as your ears pick up the calling of his belt.

-You are in a ride, prepare yourself Y/n.

[maando-mba-prince-harry]

15 Ways the Young Royals Are Changing The British Monarchy

EVERYTHING FROM THEIR WEDDINGS TO THEIR WARDROBES REBELS FROM TRADITION.

Life as a member of the British royal family is filled with protocols and strict rules (both written and unwritten) on everything from who to marry to what to wear. While the Queen and her children may be intent on upholding tradition—no matter how outdated some of it may be—William and Kate, Harry and Meghan and the rest of the young royals are rewriting the rules to suit their much more modern lives. Here’s a look at the 15 ways this generation of British royals are changing the monarchy. For more on what the royal family’s rules, check out the 10 Style Rules The Royal Family Must Follow.

1They’re marrying outside ‘The Firm.’

Prince William married commoner Kate Middleton, Harry is marrying Meghan Markle, a biracial American divorcee, and Princess Eugenie just announced her engagement to former bartender and wine merchant Jack Brooksbank. The young royals are marrying for love, not to further the royal bloodline. Curious how they are already changing royalty, here are 10 Signs Harry and Meghan Will Break All the Royal Rules.

Photo via @kensingtonroyal Twitter account

2The Church of England is welcoming a divorced person.

Prince Harry will be the first royal family member to have a church wedding with a divorcee. In 2002, the Church of England agreed that divorced people could remarry in church — at the discretion of the pries. Prince Charles and Camilla got married in a civil ceremony and only received a blessing at Windsor Chapel. They also had to admit publicly to their “manifold sins and wickedness.” Meghan is walking down the aisle in white even though this will be her second marriage.

3They’re tech savvy.

Although they don’t have their own personal social media accounts, the official Twitter feed (@KensingtonRoyal) that shares news about Princes William and Harry as well as Kate and Meghan is constantly updated with video, photos – and news of their scheduled appearances.

4They’ve embraced the media.

Kate was a guest editor at Huffington Post in Britain, William gave a revealing interview to British GQ about how the loss of his mother, Princess Diana, has affected his life and Harry recently interviewed Barack Obama for BBC Radio. Meghan proclaimed her love for Harry in Vanity Fair (“We are two people who are happy and are in love”) and appeared on the magazine’s cover. Is there an American Vogue cover in Meghan’s future? We wouldn’t be surprised. Curious about the actual proposal? Here’s exactly How Prince Harry Popped the Question to Meghan Markle.

5They’re not afraid to get personal.

Harry’s revelations about his feelings at the time of Diana’s death made headlines around the world when he told Newsweek, “My mother had just died, and I had to walk a long way behind her coffin, surrounded by thousands of people watching me while millions more did on television. I don’t think any child should be asked to do that, under any circumstances. I don’t think it would happen today.”

6They are passionately involved in the fight against AIDS.

Years ago, the Palace tried to discourage Princess Diana when she informed the Queen she wanted to help raise awareness for the need for compassion towards AIDS patients. It was suggested she stick to “nice” causes. Years later, Harry very publicly took an AIDS test with Rihanna. He cofounded his charity, Sentebale, which helps babies and young children living with AIDS in Africa in memory of Diana.

7They’ve become mental health advocates.

Having gone public with their emotional struggles related to Diana’s death, William and Harry, together with Kate, started Heads Together, a country-wide initiative whose mission to is de-stigmatize mental illness and get people talking about their feelings. How very unroyal. For some advice on mental health, Steal These 16 Mental-Health Secrets of Famous Geniuses.

8They won’t give up their own families.

Traditionally, when marrying into the royal family, new members have had to leave their own families in the dust. Kate, with William’s support, refused to do so. In fact, the couple seems to spend as much time — if not more — with the Middletons as they do with the Queen. Kate’s mother, Carole, has lived with her daughter and son-in-law for a period of time during each of Kate’s pregnancies and is a favorite babysitter.

9They have real jobs.

Despite the palace’s concerns over his safety, Prince Harry did two tours of duty in Afghanistan. He now runs the Invictus Games in addition to carry out a full schedule of royal appearance. After completing his military service, William worked as a helicopter ambulance pilot for two years before finally committing to his royal role full-time. Princess Eugenie lived in New York for several years working for the digital art auction house Paddle8 before returning to London in 2015 to work at the art gallery, Hauser & Wirth. The young royals know that duty calls, but they aren’t willing to let it engulf their entire lives. Curious what other celebs have done the same thing? Check out these 30 Celebrities Who Now Hold Regular Jobs.

10They’re hands-on parents.

There’s an unofficial rule that says two heirs to the throne should never be on the same plane together to protect the royal lineage. William and Kate don’t abide by that and take their children with them on royal tours (which usually results in the most precious images. Remember Charlotte’s meltdown on the runway in Poland?) Closer to home, they are the ones seen looking after their kids in public. When Kate was bedridden with extreme morning sickness last fall, it was William who took Prince George to his first day of school.

Photo by Duchess of Cambridge via Getty Images

11Kate tells it like it is about parenting.

The duchess has been candid about the struggles of pregnancy and motherhood. She has said, “Personally, becoming a mother has been such a rewarding and wonderful experience. However, at times it has also been a huge challenge.” Just recently she told a group of mothers struggling with post-partum depression that she understood their plight by saying, “There’s an expectation you’re going to be super happy all the time, and one in four of us aren’t.” In her own words, Here Are Kate Middleton’s Surprising Words About Pregnancy.

12The youngest royals go to school with commoners.

William and Kate are following in Princess Diana’s footsteps by choosing to send their children to nursery school from an early age rather than have them instructed by governesses and tutors as the most of the older generation did.

13They’re openly affectionate with each other.

There’s an unwritten royal rule that PDA is not appropriate for royals. Harry and Meghan are rarely photographed notholding hands. She’s usually hanging on to her fiancé for dear life. William and Kate are more discreet, but there’s been enough tender gestures caught on camera between them for us to see they’re crazy about each other.

Photo via @kensingtonroyal Instagram

14Meghan has ditched the royal dress code.

She went bare legged for her engagement photocall, loves the messy bun look and wore black jeans (!) to an official engagement in Wales. We’re pretty sure her choice of a sheer $75,000 couture gown for the official engagement portraits wasn’t the Queen’s idea. Harry’s bride to be seems intent on breaking all the fashion rules.

Photo via @kensingtonroyal Instagram

15They fly coach.

Harry and Meghan flew economy class on British Airways for their New Year’s holiday on the French Riviera. They sat at the back of the plane near the bathroom. A few years ago, William flew coach on American Airlines to and from the wedding of pal Guy Pelly in Tennessee. We’d be willing to endure a middle seat if it meant sitting next to Kate for a few hours in the air. They aren’t the only famous people who fly coach, here are 17 A-List Celebs Who (Almost) Always Fly Coach.

Diane Clehane is a New York-based journalist and author of Imagining Diana: A Novel.

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— ✧ TOM HARDY ?? that looks like ADRIAN STEPHANOS TREVOR !! they’re the THIRTY SIX year old son of DIANA PRINCE & STEVE TREVOR. they are also an INDEPENDENT JOURNALIST and STARBUCKS BARISTA at paragon. i hear that they're RIGHT-MINDED & MUNIFICENT, but tends to be IDIOSYNCRATIC & SELF DESTRUCTIVE. his file says that his powers are an ENHANCED CONDITION & OMNILINGUISM. you can check out his stats HERE & his pinterest board HERE.

      be CAREFUL with that one, love,                   he will do what it takes to survive.

SECTION ONE OF THREE: BULLET POINT HISTORY trigger warning for talk of gang activities ( including gbh ), prisons, the army ( including bombs, trauma sustained while serving, consequences - mentally & physically OF serving ), more gang talk... a lot of 

ah , here he is . this motherfucker. what a tool.

meet adrian stephanos trevor. he’s thirty six years old, a twin, an older brother, a disappointment son. these days, he works as a starbucks barista and writes just enough articles in a year to be able to continue calling himself an “”independent journalist”” - but once upon a midnight dreary, ya boy was an army brat, and a little more recently, he was a member of one of london’s east end gangs. 

diana prince and steve trevor were good parents. they WERE. when steve came back to life, he was done with fighting, and diana never could be. they found a middle ground, in their happiness, with steve staying in london where he ultimately raised the kids they had together, and diana continuing her hero work - the official term “co parenting”, though at times, her absence was felt. but not enough to be an excuse. adrian never doubted for one moment of his life that he was loved, and that his parents were ALWAYS going to be there for him. the path that adrian ultimately went down is thanks to nothing more than the environment that he grew up in, and the inherited need to do right by the people he cared about.

it wasn’t hard for him to fall in with the wrong crowd of people, when he was younger. the east end has always been home to a whole variety of types, but if you were the sort of teen that adrian was - hot headed, quicker to throw a punch than he was talk it out, pretty bright, but never willing to apply himself - you were destined to draw the wrong sort of attention. he was rebelling, for no particular reason, and in afterschool detention, he met the people that would shape his early life. they weren’t the gang. they liked to THINK of themselves as such, but they were just kids playing pretend - they walked the walk and they talked big but they weren’t quite there, but there enough that adrian got himself in to quite a bit of trouble. 

he thought the world of them. this small squad of kids all around his age became like family, and he was willing to do anything, or go anywhere, if it meant keeping them in his eyes on them and maybe, keeping them out of trouble. to this day, he’ll say that’s how it started - he just wanted to keep his FRIENDS out of trouble. they were already in so much of it. how that led to destruction of property, petty vandalism, the grevious bodily harm that got them all arrested, no one really knows. likewise, to this day, no one from that gang of schoolkids has ever broken their silence on who exactly did the damage to that guy that pressed charges after being beaten half to death. it had to be one of them, but the police thought it was all of ‘em. when no one would reveal the truth, adrian and his “friends” all faced the same punishment. two years, in her majesty’s prison woodhill - a young offenders institution willing to accept kids younger than eighteen, where adrian was to spend the latter half of his fifteenth year, his full sixteenth, and three months of his seventeenth. 

loyalty to his troubled friends, all the better off for being locked behind bars, had gotten adrian stuck in the same situation. but loyalty, he learned in his time at woodhill, was currency. it was the difference between life or death. 

it made sense, then - at least in his eyes - to join the british army. before his fall from grace, he had been seriously discussing the army cadets with steve. he’d kept in shape, had learnt some control over himself, and felt like that was where he belonged, upon release. before he knew it, he was EIGHTEEN years old and shipping out - and maybe it’s not right to say, but the army was probably the best place for him. for the next eight years, he did tours on and off, spending minimal time back home. sometimes, the only reason he even came back was for theora. and it was good for him. it kept him off the streets. it kept him away from his old friends, and kept him from making new, worse ones. he had the routine that the young offenders institution had taught him. he had a place. a role. a reason, to keep getting up. by the time he was twenty seven, he was on the fast track to being someone better - 

his career came to a sudden end when the jeep that he and his team were driving in ran over a mine. he was one of an unlucky few - without his inherited enhanced condition, he would have joined the rest in the AFTERLIFE. he survived, but muscle and nerve damage meant that he lost the full use of his right leg, and maybe they would have given him a chance to try and improve, but no doctor was going to clear him for service again, thanks to the additional traumatic brain injury sustained. he was in a coma for five days. when he woke up... his general cognitive function was sure never to return to where it once was. he improved. he worked on it, in vain, hoping that he could still go back. but his memory was always going to be impaired. his brain was always going to be shot. 

he was honorably discharged and he returned to the east end, a self professed failure. 

and in the coming months, he would fall farther from grace. 

he wasn’t getting out of the house. he wasn’t taking visitors. steve and diana could only do so much - and when he started to go down to the local, again, they thought that it was good, that he was starting to come back to himself a bit. the truth was, he was back in contact with old friends. members of that kid gang he had left behind before, who had graduated to the legit gang.

to anyone else, his thinking would have been ludicrous. but to adrian, at the time, it made perfect sense. he couldn’t do his part in the army anymore. he had never gone to college, so he didn’t have anything to stand on now, and nothing he could give in any sort of legitimate way. but he could do good through the gang - somehow - he was sure of it. he could keep the community safe. provide a level head, and voice. keep people in check. it was the same sort of thinking that had gotten him into a mess, previously, and he hadn’t learnt from his mistakes. the east end gang welcomed him with open arms. 

it was another slippery slope, from there. and no one could help him. adrian got himself into that mess - and he was damned well set on not dragging anyone else into it, too. no matter how bad things got - no matter what he did, with them, or what was done to him - he never really opened up. the family had to know. he didn’t get up off his ass one day and begin working as a bartender in the local because he’d decided to start making a living, honestly. it was a front for the gang. he got deeper and deeper involved with them as the months went by and turned into years, and during that time, he did things that he WASN’T proud of. a lot of them, actually. 

he wanted to try and do good. he thought he could do that, in the unlikeliest of places. he didn’t realize until it was too late that he was just another pawn, with them - and there was nothing that could be done, by then. he was in too deep. they had too much on him. and in a way, he had too much on them, too.

he couldn’t leave. he never did, not officially - but a light at the end of the tunnel appeared, when the news came of the baby. his. the product of a brief liaison with a sharp tongued lady that had swept him off HIS feet - he was an afterthought, the text from a forgotten number that told him about their son told him that much. but he would have done more, if he’d known. he told himself that, over and over, as he tried to work out what to do - and after a lot of uhmng and ahing, he decided that the right thing to do, the only thing, was to leave for america hot on her heels. he was to become a us contact. someone in touch with their american brothers and sisters. it wasn’t ideal. but being in a new country, trying to put himself onto some sort of straight and narrow so that he could be a dad... it gave him hope that at the end of the day, maybe he could dig himself out of the mess that he had made. 

he got a job. he’d already started working as an independent journalist in england, another way to pay the bills, but he got another - and he got CLEAN. no more drugs, even if he was still as much of an alcoholic as ever. he tried to be better, for his kid, the accident that he loved, before he even met him - and because if he could do it, if he could make himself better, then maybe he could still get out. maybe he could create a safety net to fall into, if he finally cut ties. 

SECTION TWO OF THREE: HEADCANONS

how to tell that underneath all his bad decisions he’s still actually a good guy? his love of dogs. that’s it. he’s had a cool dozen over his entire life, but right now, he has THREE. paddy, his nine year old staffie x, dingle, his five year old irish wolfhound, and nessie, his six month old aussiedoodle. they’re all rescues, and they’re all.. so loved. he’s lowkey using them as therapy dogs without any sort of official therapy dog training cos why the fuck not.

he can't concentrate as well as he used to be able to. he struggles to see how some actions he makes will have consequences. he speaks too low. he doesn't always understand what's being said to him, or what he's saying. he doesn't perceive things the same anymore, like certain tastes. he doesn't catch the gist of certain patterns and things and struggles to interpret certain data correctly, sometimes. he doesn't have great depth perception. he's more susceptible to bouts of severe depression and irritability, he suffers from a severe sleep disorder, he's not great with loud noises, he still walks with a incredibly pronounced limp, and he suffers chronic pain. he didn't leave the army unscathed.

i cant believe thats all i got but its all i got. 

SECTION THREE OF THREE: WANTED CONNECTIONS

friends from london.

friends he’s made since moving here.

someone please fucking hire him he’s a good gd bartender i dont even rmbr why i made him a barista but someone ,,pls,, get him out of that gd job

also SOMEONE please give his ass a platform... read his writing..he’s good.....hire him

ENEMIES ! from anywhere. for any reason. mayb they fought once. maybe he wrote the wrong name on their starbucks cup. go wild , the world is your oyster 

justice league kids ... literally any kids he could have grown up w like i dont think he was ALWAYS in england so ... give him those #connections

gang connections ! if ur character is in a us based gang its always a possibility that they have a sort of .. brotherhood.. whatever u call that with the east end one that adrian is stuck in , so , hmu

also , army ppl. they could have served together. maybe.

army ppl he def didnt serve with but who he.. is..jealous of 

or who he wants to help if theyve got it #rough cos yeah he’s been there

lit just.......plot..w.him

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⌜  TOM HARDY, CIS MALE, HE / HIM   |   charlie boy by the lumineers, melancholic, the maudlin   ⌟    ⏤   blink and you’ll miss ADRIAN STEPHANOS TREVOR, the THIRTY SEVEN year old son of DIANA PRINCE & STEVE TREVOR ! they’re an INDEPENDENT JOURNALIST & STARBUCKS BARISTA in town, and i’ve always found them to be pretty RIGHT-MINDED & MUNIFICENT, though i’ve heard that they can also be really IDIOSYNCRATIC & SELF DESTRUCTIVE. i don’t think getting their way is a smart thing to do - everyone knows that their ability is ENHANCED CONDITION. you can check out his stats HERE & his pinterest board HERE.

     wasn’t no HARM in him.              you’d give him a FLOWER, he’d keep it FOREVER.

SECTION ONE OF THREE: BULLET POINT HISTORY trigger warning for talk of gang activities ( including gbh ), prisons, the army ( including bombs, trauma sustained while serving, consequences - mentally & physically OF serving ), more gang talk… a lot of

ah , here he is . this motherfucker. what a tool.

meet ADRIAN STEPHANOS TREVOR. he’s thirty seven years old, a twin, an older brother, a disappointment son. these days, he works as a starbucks barista and writes just enough articles in a year to be able to continue calling himself an “”independent journalist”” - but once upon a midnight dreary, ya boy was an army brat, and a little more recently, he was a member of one of london’s east end gangs.

diana prince and steve trevor were GOOD PARENTS. they WERE. when steve came back to life, he was DONE with fighting, and diana never could be. they found a middle ground, in their happiness, with steve staying in london where he ultimately raised the kids they had together, and diana continuing her hero work - the official term “co parenting”, though at times, her absence was felt. but not enough to be an excuse. adrian never doubted for one moment of his life that he was LOVED, and that his parents were ALWAYS going to be there for him. the path that adrian ultimately went down is thanks to nothing more than the environment that he grew up in, and the inherited need to DO RIGHT by the people he cared about.

it wasn’t hard for him to fall in with the wrong crowd of people, when he was younger. the east end has always been home to a whole variety of types, but if you were the sort of teen that adrian was - hot headed, quicker to throw a punch than he was talk it out, pretty bright, but never willing to apply himself - you were destined to draw the WRONG sort of attention. he was rebelling, for no particular reason, and in afterschool detention, he met the people that would shape his early life. they weren’t the gang. they liked to THINK of themselves as such, but they were just kids playing pretend - they walked the walk and they talked big but they weren’t QUITE there, but there enough that adrian got himself in to quite a bit of trouble.

he thought the world of them. this small squad of kids all around his age became like FAMILY, and he was willing to do anything, or go anywhere, if it meant keeping them in his eyes on them and maybe, keeping them out of trouble. to this day, he’ll say that’s how it started - he just wanted to keep his FRIENDS out of trouble. they were already in so much of it. how that led to destruction of property, petty vandalism, THE GREVIOUS BODILY HARM THAT GOT THEM ALL ARRESTED, no one really knows. likewise, to this day, no one from that gang of schoolkids has ever broken their silence on who exactly did the DAMAGE to that guy that pressed charges after being beaten half to death. it had to be one of them, but the police thought it was all of ‘em. when no one would reveal the truth, adrian and his “friends” all faced the same punishment. TWO YEARS, in her majesty’s prison woodhill - a young offenders institution willing to accept kids younger than eighteen, where adrian was to spend the latter half of his fifteenth year, his full sixteenth, and three months of his seventeenth.

loyalty to his troubled friends, all the better off for being locked behind bars, had gotten adrian stuck in the same situation. but loyalty, he learned in his time at woodhill, was currency. it was the difference between life or death.

it made sense, then - at least in HIS EYES - to join the british army. before his fall from grace, he had been seriously discussing the army cadets with steve. he’d kept in shape, had learnt some control over himself, and felt like that was where he BELONGED, upon release. before he knew it, he was EIGHTEEN years old and shipping out - and maybe it’s not right to say, but the army was probably the best place for him. for the next eight years, he did tours on and off, spending minimal time back home. sometimes, the only reason he even came back was for theora. and it was GOOD for him. it kept him off the streets. it kept him away from his old friends, and kept him from making new, worse ones. he had the routine that the young offenders institution had taught him. he had a place. a role. a reason, to keep getting up. by the time he was twenty seven, he was on the fast track to being someone BETTER -

his career came to a sudden end when the jeep that he and his team were driving in ran over a mine. he was one of an unlucky few - without his enhanced condition, he would have joined the rest in the AFTERLIFE. HE SURVIVED, but muscle and nerve damage meant that he lost the full use of his right leg, and maybe they would have given him a chance to try and improve, but no doctor was going to clear him for service again, thanks to the additional traumatic brain injury sustained. he was in a coma for a week. when he woke up… his general cognitive function was sure never to return to where it once was. he IMPROVED. he worked on it, in vain, hoping that he could still go back. but his memory was always going to be impaired. his brain was always going to be shot.

he was honorably discharged and he returned to the east end, a self professed failure.it only got worse. he wasn’t getting out of the house. he wasn’t taking visitors. diana and steve, theora, they could only do so much - and when he started to go down to the local, again, they thought that it was GOOD, that he was starting to come back to himself a bit. the truth was, he was back in contact with old friends. he was rubbing shoulders with the WRONG sort of people. he was getting himself INTO TROUBLE, again - putting himself into a difficult position of starting down the same path that had landed him in the youth institute, years before.

and then he got MARRIED. he never even told his mother. he had never thought of this particular old friend in that way until he DID, and he needed SOMEONE - ANYONE, back then, to latch onto. looking back, it was unfair. she was in a position of having to care for him, and deal with his WORST moods, which no one should have been in. but they convinced themselves it was love. they convinced themselves, in spite of the arguing, that they BELONGED together - right up until they couldn’t DO it anymore.

he self medicated, after. he stopped trying to get BETTER. and he WALLOWED. the only person he truly had anymore, he felt, was his TWIN - but it was UNFAIR to rely on them, so much. adrian’s darkest impulses at this point in his life were almost impossible not to listen to, and in a way, he got LUCKY.

a light at the end of the tunnel appeared, when the news came of the BABY. HIS. the product of a brief liaison with a sharp tongued lady that had swept him off HIS feet - he was an AFTERTHOUGHT, the text from a forgotten number that told him about their SON told him that much. but he would have done more, if he’d known. he told himself that, over and over, as he tried to work out what to do - and after a lot of uhmng and ahing, he decided that the RIGHT thing to do, the ONLY thing, was to leave for america hot on her heels. it wasn’t IDEAL. but being in a new country, trying to put himself onto some sort of straight and narrow so that he could BE a dad… it gave him hope that at the end of the day, maybe he could dig himself out of the mess that he had made out of his life.

he got a job. he’d already started working as an independent journalist in england, another way to pay the bills, but he got another - and he got CLEAN. no more drugs, even if he was still as much of an alcoholic as ever. he tried to be better, for his kid, the ACCIDENT that he LOVED, before he even met him - and because if he could do it, if he could make himself better, then maybe he could still get out. maybe he could create a safety net to fall into, if he finally cut ties.

SECTION TWO OF THREE: HEADCANONS

how to tell that underneath all his bad decisions he’s still actually a GOOD guy? his love of dogs. that’s it. he’s had a cool dozen over his entire life, but right now, he has THREE. paddy, his nine year old staffie x, dingle, his five year old irish wolfhound, and nessie, his six month old aussiedoodle. they’re all rescues, and they’re all.. so loved. he’s lowkey using them as therapy dogs without any sort of official therapy dog training cos why the fuck not.

he can’t concentrate as well as he used to be able to. he struggles to see how some actions he makes will have consequences. he speaks too low. he doesn’t always understand what’s being said to him, or what he’s saying. he doesn’t perceive things the same anymore, like certain tastes. he doesn’t catch the gist of certain patterns and things and struggles to interpret certain data correctly, sometimes. he doesn’t have great depth perception. he’s more susceptible to bouts of severe depression and irritability, he suffers from a severe sleep disorder, he’s not great with loud noises, he still walks with a incredibly pronounced limp, and he suffers chronic pain. he didn’t leave the army unscathed.

i cant believe thats all i got but its all i got.

SECTION THREE OF THREE: WANTED CONNECTIONS

his older sib ! his younger one ! the mother of his child ! all good connects ! 

friends from london.

friends he’s made since moving here.

someone please fucking hire him he’s a good gd bartender i dont even rmbr why i made him a barista but someone ,,pls,, get him out of that gd job

also SOMEONE please give his ass a platform… read his writing..he’s good…..hire him

ENEMIES ! from anywhere. for any reason. mayb they fought once. maybe he wrote the wrong name on their starbucks cup. go wild , the world is your oyster

justice league kids … literally any kids he could have grown up w like i dont think he was ALWAYS in england so … give him those #connections

gang connections ! if ur character is in a us based gang its always a possibility that they have a sort of .. brotherhood.. whatever u call that with the east end one that adrian is stuck in , so , hmu

also , army ppl. they could have served together. maybe.

army ppl he def didnt serve with but who he.. is..jealous of

or who he wants to help if theyve got it #rough cos yeah he’s been there

lit just…….plot..w.him