#please just adopt them and take care of them ; u ;

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How do think readers relationship with each of the batfam would be had they not been neglected?

what if...? ft. domestic headcanons w/ your family

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a/n: 6400+ words, no beta i'm genuinely insane. help i literally thought abt this yesterday !! i may or may not post a drabble about this one specific dream the reader had about where they had a normal relationship with the batfam but at the same time i want to implement it in the next chapter instead so have food for thoughts instead! slight spoilers below. also please do comment and reblog if u like this ! ^^ supporting my writing just makes me further motivated to write even more !

if you were never neglected by your own family, then i could say that the process of them turning yandere would be a tad bit better or worse. i'm saying, because of your past and because of an incident during your elementary years (that could've been avoided if your family actually never ignored you; so let's assume that that incident actually never happened but it opened a gateway for an even more protective family) the batfam could easily be either a dream or nightmare.

let's say it was bruce and dick who had picked you up from the police station. the moment he sees his own firstborn child, all his thoughts would circulate from just how broken and hopeless you absolutely looked, how the injuries litter throughout your entire body, the way your empty eyes stare at anything.

the child, his child, looked exactly like him all those years ago. he knows just how painful it is to bare losing all your loved ones.

he wouldn't hesitate to approach your form, immediately picking you up and letting your head lean on his shoulders as dick follows in tow, cooing about his significantly younger sibling.

that would be the first time dick would call you his baby bird, with the way you'd stare at him with mixed emotions in your eyes.

if him and dick were to hear about what happened to you inside your old apartment from the police (drugged and abused by the same men who took your mother away from you), then be guaranteed that batman and nightwing would be more brutal during their patrol afterwards (dick would even take more weeks off from bludhaven just to care for his younger sibling), even going as far as formulating a plan for your captors, having oracle stalk each and every person involved in your life.

if anyone thinks the vigilante would abide by his no-kill rule then they're wrong, because he'd turn a blind eye for once if dick were to brutally stab someone at any moment. why? because batman will not settle until his own child's attackers are thrown into putrid prison cells with no guarantee that they'll see the light of the day. the criminals should be grateful that red hood isn't even in the picture yet.

your father would be more perceptive of your emotions if he had never neglected you. he will always be the one giving you rides, he'll shield you away from the mass media trying to take photographs of you— and you're getting carried throughout the manor if your little body were to even express fatigue.

bruce wayne wouldn't admit it, but he absolutely cherishes you and your youth. he had adopted dick and grayson when they were above the age of ten, when they were already growing some sort of consciousness about the world they live in. but you? you're so small and you have so much to learn, your innocence is something bruce would protect. you'll be absolutely coddled by your father, your grandfather figure, alfred, and your oldest brother, dick. even future members of the family knows just how important you are maintaining their sanity.

that means you have the manor in the palm of your hands. you had a nightmare tonight? don't worry, your dad would always be one step ahead of you and would immediately be in your room. hell, if you were comfortable enough, you'd be sleeping in the same bedroom as your dad for the first few years you'll live inside the manor. he'll read you bedtime stories if you want and even have alfred prepare you warm milk or chocolate before you go to sleep. his entire schedule would also be centered around you, making sure that he would always arrive on time from business meetings to have dinner with you, and coming home early from patrols. if he leaves the manor before you're set off to sleep, then he'll be giving you a good night's kiss whilst alfred would be the one substituting for your nightly bedtime stories.

you may call him overbearing once you start to notice the signs the more you grow older, but your father will always track your sleep schedule - he even makes you wear a watch that records your heart rate - from the moment you drift into dreamland to the times you get nightmares— he makes sure the food you eat before dinner is light, booking appointments with nutritionists to make sure you're healthy. he even does specialized training with you, for self defence and to also maintain a healthy lifestyle.

and dick grayson? his visits to gotham would be more frequent. even if his relationship with bruce is strained, he'll always be in the manor faster than you could say 'i miss you' to your older brother on the phone. he loves coddling his baby bird, especially since you were adopted right after jason's death; dick doesn't want a repeat of the past, always making sure you get proper cuddles and affirmations.

spending time with dick means you get all the power to draw on his arms or face or make arts and crafts with him. he enjoys it when his baby bird is at their comfiest state so even if you were seated on the floor, there would always be cozy blankets that count as your chairs and snacks right beside you. you could ask him to get something for you and he's right at it.

he would be the older brother who normalizes physical affection in the household. dick would constantly kiss your cheeks, your foreheads, and any injuries you would obtain (a habit that even bruce adopted once your dad realized how it's an effective way to soften your cries and ease your heart). he's not afraid of picking you up even! always tossing you to the air under alfred or bruce's supervision whenever you feel down. dick would always hold your hand, too, as an assurance that your beloved older brother is always there for you.

you'd probably ignore all the red flags he carries around because of how early he shows off his signs of obsessiveness. so don't question it if him and bruce wouldn't allow you to go to sleepovers with your other friends or if sometimes, just sometimes dick feels the need to just have you in his arms for hours without end after particularly brutal patrols. you're the only person holding him up and if he doesn't breath in that reminder then he might just lose himself.

your brother would literally prioritize you over anything else. he can and will pick you up from school, he makes sure nobody in your class is there to bully you, he'll spoil you with sweet treats whenever bruce is too busy with business meetings. he wants to be seen as your favorite ever since he's discovered himself to be your idol, so he'll always show off his acrobatic skills for your eyes only.

whenever dick would say "i love you!" it always translates to, "if you want me to, then i will give you the world." which means he'll drop anything he's doing right now the moment you invite him over to design your diaries or sketchbooks.

your talents very early on would be heavily acknowledged by your family. that means any single drawing or craft you'd do, whether poorly done or not, would be stored in very protective places or shows off in every crevice of the manor. any father's day gift from you would be framed in bruce's personal office, a personal reminder to him that you are the light at the end of the brooding tunnel he puts himself in. so even if he can't always be there for you, he will always have you in his mind and in his heart.

your existence in the manor would prove to be a healthier way for bruce to cope, for him to get his mind off of the loss of his second child. whenever he looks at you, he'll always be filled with a determination to protect gotham from any further danger, to save the city - if not himself, then for your sake, for his baby to feel safe whenever they would walk on the streets, for his baby to feel protected whenever you two would eat in fancy restaurants or go shopping for your diary's supplies.

criminals would immediately get the message that messing with you means getting on the bad side of both batman and nightwing. you may be the child of bruce wayne, (name) wayne, but if they even think of kidnapping you for ransom then they should pray; pray because if batman's baby even gets a single nick, a single droplet of blood on their body then they're gone. there's no such thing as holding back if it comes to you.

now, your older sister figure, barbara gordon, despite her constantly being busy because of her role as the oracle, would find ways to at least entertain you whenever you would visit her in the batcave. if you feel like your father's overprotective nature and your older brother's coddling is too much, then she will be offer you solace by her side. she may not always be physically there but you two are as close as you are to the other members of your family because you're a creative one. it's not often barbara gets to spend time with someone like you who enjoys having her as a muse for your art pieces. she allows you to also style her hair, and if you like to design clothing, then she'd be your model for as much as you want.

barbara is also your go-to for when dick and bruce are both unavailable. she lets you watch her hack through multiple security systems, explaining concepts that you don't understand. and, because she's the most emotionally stable out of all of them, you'd prefer gossiping to her about your school's drama compared to dick, as she actually gives you helpful advice!

well, little do you know that she had already hacked your school's camera footage and wired multiple recorders on your bag but you don't have to know that! after all, barbara wants to keep the only sane person in the household safe and happy. she's not openly obsessive towards you, but whatever secrets you have that don't compromise your safety are secrets she promises she will bring to the grave. that means if you ever have a crush on a someone then she will hide it from the others.

... that is until you actually end up trying to get into a relationship too early for even her eyes then she won't hesitate sending out the signals to bruce and the others. she can't afford exposing her younger sibling to heartbreaks and emotional attachment towards strangers! so do forgive her if there are times where you feel like there's someone constantly watching your back, because she is that someone; with all the intentions in the world that you wouldn't have to go through what she did with the joker or any other villains who could whisk you away from their arms.

it's obvious that, of course the oracle will use all the power in her hands to guarantee all eyes are on you, so that there would never be an opening for any danger towards you. even if you do know that she's the one in-control of the strings, there's not much you could do but accept it.

then there's tim drake. your brother who had stalked batman and nightwing just to prove a point. his parents are alive and he's fine being on his own, but fuck it if he prefers being in the wayne manor! once you're introduced to tim, he's immediately researching about the first biological child of bruce wayne. and thank god bruce requires the two of you to become familiar with each other because you're just so interesting to him, you and your curious eyes, your small habits— the way you shift in your position as your father's hands are clasped on your shoulder protectively.

tim can already feel himself blast off in excitement just solving the mysteries about you! yet he doesn't know it in himself that the longer you spend time with him, the more the urge to just stitch himself into your very life grows stronger.

if you were never neglected by your own family then you would instead be analyzed constantly. tim is just another set of eyes constantly watching you, but unlike the others, he picks off every single detail about you to a T.

you, your interests, your hobbies, your favorites, your friends, you name it; he will have an entire collection of case files on everything, picking apart your very mind to the seams. it's like he's eating up the information about you, spending sleepless nights researching about a movie you two would watch soon, because the look of amazement in your eyes feeds the growing love he has for his sibling.

at first he'd never understand why bruce and dick seems so smitten towards you other than the case regarding your mother. but he slowly starts to understand why— because just like him, you're perceptive of his well-being. if dick isn't around then you're always the one hanging around his room, visiting him with snacks in your arms or an invitation to watch a cartoon show.

he likes doing your assignments for you, especially your projects even if he neglects his own duties for his own school. and despite how emotionally constipated or unaware he seems, he's obsessed with your personal life. that means you don't even have to rant to him about school drama or your friends or crush because he can and will know it. what he doesn't like, though, is when your attention is towards anything but him. he may not be the most physically comfortable to cuddle but he will offer you his jackets which he would end up not washing right after you use them, instead he wears them, feeling closer to you than ever.

it even lulls him to sleep for the times you're unable to sleep over at his room.

tim may not know how to comfort you like dick whenever you wake up from nightmares but he does know ways to avoid them; he knows a lot of strategic methods to get you drowsy after a moment's panic.

bonus points if you cuddle him afterwards! he loves the warmth that you emanate, loves it when your body leans against him and makes him feel so important. tim loves it when you snuggle him unknowingly, tightening your already bruising grip on him, he loves reciprocating it too, feeling a special bond with his sibling that not even his parents could offer.

though he doesn't openly tell you that he loves you, he does so in his own ways! you don't want to see an entire photography room dedicated to his younger sibling— most pictures contributed by tim. you don't want to see the terabytes of files that are all about you and your interests, millions of video imagery of just you sketching or writing diary entries, sometimes eating or rambling senselessly. you don't know it but tim loves playing the videos of you in the background, especially the ones where you're humming a tune or singing a lullaby; those are his favorites.

it's not his fault that you're just so interesting to him, that your presence is so comforting, that you're the only person closest to him that has the ability to make him melt into you, unknowingly succumbing to your spoiled wishes.

jason todd comes into the picture later, and he is a very enraged man. he's mad at his replacement, at bruce, at you, at the entire universe.

at first he just doesn't understand anything. he doesn't understand why bruce finds it so easy to not only replace his status as robin but to also bring in another child, who's valued and loved more despite not taking the mantle of robin. he's mad at just how quick he was replaced, how it seems like bruce never avenged him, and yet if he threatens your safety then the old man suddenly turns violent towards him?!

jason wouldn't bring you into the fray, because you're unaware of the entire situation, but fuck, he doesn't understand why you are just so cherished when he'd watch the news and sees your picture plastered all over the reporters' walls, talking about the child who bruce never allowed to separate from his side. they talk about how you're the sheltered one, the hearthrob of all media with just how clingy the billionaire is towards his supposed younger sibling.

he's not jealous, he gets why bruce is protective and smothers himself all over you; but he hates feeling replaced, feeling discarded and forgotten by the very man who'll avenge your death if that ever happened.

hence why he has to see it for himself, has to see you for himself. it's a coincidence, a miracle actually that he just seems to easily find you by the kitchen of the manor— a manor whose aura is now different from last time, it seems like it now reeks of life, of personality. clearly you were the main cause of all of this.

you could simply be reading a book and sipping your nightly tea, but jason would soon realize just how... vulnerable you are at the moment. you find him hiding in the shadows and all you offer is a wide stare with no sense of self defense whatsoever. it's the same vulnerability that he sees off the cruelest streets of gotham. you're exactly like the innocent kids who get brutally murdered without justice, just like the children who have never once gained penance for the torture they had to experience just living off of personality.

jason isn't a dumbass, living near the crime alley means hearing the gossips of every citizen. your name, or preferably your last name is famed even in the underground. your mother is infamous for catching the attention of most crime lords by running off with their cash, successful staying hidden to care for her child, just right until she met her untimely demise. you lost her early just like how he lost his mother early as she had fallen victim to drug overdose.

he'll discover why gotham's vigilante seems to be so protective over you. the way you carry yourself, the warmth you give off as you offer him your leftover dinner despite not

you told him that your dad taught you to never talk to strangers— but clearly he's not because "how else would you be able to trespass the millions of security alarms in the manor? you must've lived here before." you'll state as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, sipping your drink before you offer him a seat next to yours, unafraid of the dangers that lie ahead of you—

"you must've really been pampered by the old man, huh?" is all his reply, the voice changer of his makes him sound naturally intimidating, like he's ready to attack but no, that's not his intentions with you. he'll take a seat beside you, try to make out what book you're reading and that's when he knows that you truly have no idea that it's your dead brother who's talking to you. you have no idea of his resurrection whatsoever as you start to mumble off about the novel— he finds it quite amusing that, finally, he's not the only guy who enjoys literature in the family, even going as far as to recommend his own fair share of favorite novels to you.

once he leaves out of the window after a seemingly long session of talking, definitely aware that yes, bruce does have a microchip inserted under your skin, and the watch you're wearing has a voice recorder that sends recordings straight to the batcave's system; jason takes note to visit you more often, finding the normalcy you offer very welcoming.

he likes it, likes your mellow behavior. he'll even admit that you're the only proof that bruce can, in fact, raise a child right, even if that means tracking their entire life. but that's the old man's love language, and jason knows it in himself that he's already planning for a way to take you to ride his motorcycle at night without bruce's knowledge; just so his angel knows the feeling of gotham's breeze flowing through their hair since bruce seems to love dictating your every move.

once he does form a solid plan to take you away, even just temporarily, you don't have to worry about the criminals who litter the streets because jason made sure that nobody's gonna mess with him and his angel's bonding time together.

the youngest, damian wayne, and the second biological child of bruce is a special case. his upbringing as an assassin makes him susceptible to his fits of tantrums. the first time he steps foot into the manor is the same time he will threaten anyone around him; and that includes you, the bastard child. quite frankly, your first greeting with him would be the same as the one in the original storyline, you'll greet him with a tray of sweets in your hand and a small smile and he'll reply with a sword on your neck. but the difference would be the undeniable fact that dick and bruce immediately stopped him from even nicking your delicate skin.

dick's swearing was shut down by alfred's scolding and you, again! pulling on your oldest brother's sleeve with an assurance that you're okay.

that's the very first time he sees his father truly reprimand him with nothing but rage in his eyes. despite damian's annoying antics towards his father the entire day, it seems like you were the snapping point.

his father, bruce wayne, made it very clear that he can mess with anyone and everyone in the family but you. that you have nothing to

his only reply would be a sneer as he demands they take him to his room immediately, unable to shut you down when you offer to help bring his luggage despite bruce's firm unwillingness and dick's hesitant request that his baby bird should instead spend time in his room instead.

but it was always your word above everybody else's and damian hates that, hates that everyone just seems to succumb to your request as long as it doesn't compromise your safety. the bitterness that keeps resurfacing in his heart whenever he sees you wearing tim or dick's jacket, or if he caught sight of bruce giving you affection was a feeling he tried to convince himself wasn't jealousy.

not jealousy towards you, no, but towards them. your behavior towards him was nothing but kind, a kindness that was taught to him as weakness. he thinks you're weak and undeserving of being spoiled and yet he hates it whenever he sees his blood sibling (whom he called a bastard child so many times) become too close with anyone but him.

he hates it, he hates you and his conflicting feelings. he hates it when he pushes you away, hates it when he sees you pout after another failed attempt at trying to have your youngest sibling talk to you.

and as the days or even weeks pass by, with all your effort to try to bond with him, with the days where he can feel dick's energy drain because you insisted on spending time with damian instead of dick again, with tim's intolerable treatment towards the him because you chose to bother damian instead of that loser— are the days he feels himself actually becoming closer to you because he relishes in your insufferable behavior towards them, because you just seem so sweet to him.

damian feels that it's right that you make him the exception.

so it's inevitable that damian will eventually discover both your talents towards art and the love for nature. it's a mistake, really, when one day as he stalks through the hallways he'd find you in your own atelier, painting a portrait of a robin with a color scheme that matches his vigilante suit. the beams of sunlight seems to hit you just right because you looked so at peace with your surroundings, humming a tune, unaware of your youngest brother who has found himself at your most natural state.

he'll budge in without moment's hesitation afterwards, steering clear behind you as he analyzes your art. it would only be after a few minutes would he announce his presence in the room, expecting you to scream at him to buzz off but all you did was jump in your seat, looking back to eye the intruder only to find out it was damian all along, offering him a smile and a seat beside you.

after he does so, you'll both end up spending the entire day bombarding each other with art tips and animal facts. he'll give you comments about the bird's proportions and you give him guidelines on how to properly mix your colors without it looking muddled. it's like you two are meant to be siblings because damian swears he ended up clinging to your side after your painting session, refusing to even seat beside anyone during dinner time if it isn't you because he's not done rambling about the rainbow eucalyptus you had told him you'd seen in a nature documentary once— so it's rightfully his place to be beside you and not drake's or grayson's or even his father.

eventually you two would be as close as peas in a pod because you're seemingly the only one who knows how to calm him down, the only one with the right to raise your voice at him and to ask him of favors because you're his blood sibling. and because you both share the same blood, that means you both should share clothes that complement each other, share snacks and treats, share matching bracelets and necklaces and any jewelry, you're the only one allowed to hang around his room and him in yours.

the others find it annoying that you let him be, but what choice do they have? unless they would like to hear an earful from damian then they should stay silent because you both aren't done painting each other's nails yet!

stephanie brown is shortly introduced to you after her incessant insistence on meeting you right after stepping foot into the manor. she knows of your internet fame for being the beloved bruce wayne's 'favorite' child and she's not afraid to admit that you are indeed adorable in person! unlike your first meeting with damian, steph would immediately coddle you at first glance, insisting you call her by 'steph' and that

due to the short period of time as her robin and her being constantly reprimanded for her antics, you'd take it in yourself to become closer with her, and she accepts your offer without any complaints. she's also one of your muses for your art and it's a good thing she has a sense of style unlike your brothers who are either too flashy (you had to stifle a laughter looking at the discowing costume) or too dull. damian's fashion sense is good but he's often out during the time period you spend with steph, and even if she often doesn't stay still, you at least hsve someone to talk your ears off whilst you try to sketch the poses she chose.

her obsession towards you stems from your willingness to "match her freak" or whatever internet lingo she finds that day, but she's a fun company to be around! she's always there for you when you need to rant about anything regarding your feelings, especially since you're at the age where you're a teenager and your emotions towards your family would be all over the place and she'd relate the most towards that.

so other than barbara, you'll find yourself speaking up about any concerns you have to steph, and she turns your 'favoritism' towards her her entire personality.

but if you think of even spilling your secrets about a highschool crush to steph or news that someone had asked you out for prom them then spoiler alert! don't. like her mentor, steph will drop signs and clues and your brothers would promptly deal with that. awe, don't worry about feeling alone though or if you weren't permitted to go to your highschool prom because steph and babs will be the ones to convince bruce to throw you your own very elegant gala where you would dance with only your siblings!

see, isn't she so strategic that way? psht, you don't need a boy or a girl acting as your temporary reprieve when your entire family is there for you! steph is here for you and you did technically promise to go out with her today to go shopping so...

it's not that she isn't on your side, no! but you're very much the entire family's baby and she doesn't want you losing your attention on her, definitely not! her goofy personality towards you really does cover her intense urge to be by your side really well. unlike damian, it's not obvious that she's trying so hard to monopolize your time for herself but you're just so fun to be around and she's at her best behavior when it comes to you.

so what's wrong if she ditches her other friends to bond with her beloved sibling? it's not like they'd understand what it's like having someone who actually looks at her for her rather than just the surface level.

don't question why most of the gifts she had given you (which ranges from attires like jackets and shles, to matching bracelets, even little fidget toys) all don a shade of purple and blue! and don't also question why her gallery is filled with cute selfies of you and why your phone's lock screen wallpaper is now suddenly matching with hers.

after all, steph likes making it known that you are her favorite!

cassandra cain, when she first saw you, is, of course, silent. but she makes her presence known quickly after she has enough proof that you've no fight in your body. she may not be the most expressive in words but she is through actions.

you were actually the one who had first approached her after bruce initially introduced you two to each other, offering her a handshake and a greeting in sign language. albeit it being crusty, and her insisting that it's alright if you do the talking, it seems like you were more than willing to learn sign language just for the sake of your new sister and she likes it.

she really, really likes it, appreciates how there were no signs of malice in your movements and just how comfortable you seemed with someone who could potentially end your life with just a snap of her fingers. and yet you treat her like she's not a weapon of murder but rather another sibling who is welcomed into your own world.

you ask her if she wants to hang out with you and steph in your own personal sleepover inside your room and she accepts it because of just how comforting your presence is. it's been so long since she had last felt like she was treated as a human and you were proof that she's glad she never took the path to human carnage like her father intended her to because then she wouldn't meet someone who would soon be so precious to her.

cass may not talk a lot but she is a listener.

a listener to both your words and your body language. it's quicker for her to notice if you ever needed a hug or a catalyst for comfort. she knows your boundaries and when you need space the most. she knows it when you want to open up to her about how stuffy the manor is beginning to feel, how it feels as if they're becoming more sensitive about your social life, how you wish your friends aren't distancing themselves from you because of how intimidating your family is.

and you can say all that to her because cass, alongside duke and sometimes steph, would be the only ones keeping your deepest darkest desires to their grave. although she may not understand your reasonings on why you even felt like your family is coddling you too much (because they're not! they love you very much and she does too) in the first place, she's always the one offering you to hold her hands whenever you're going through a momentary panic attack or a shoulder to lean on whenever dick would scold you for something impulsive you've done.

unlike your neglected counterpart, cass would always be by your shadows, watching every one of your moves and to abide by bruce's order to make sure you wouldn't escape, shall you ever feel rebellious during your teenage years. you may be older than her but she's stronger than you, more experienced and can even combat your dad if she wants to.

yet she always seems to let her guard down when it comes to you because you just seem to have that alluring effect on everybody. can't you understand just how important you are to everybody? you're the most important to her, you're one of the first few people who had treated her like a human so she swears on her life to protect you from harm's way like you did her whenever she's often in a pit of despair.

cass isn't the most expressive, so she makes up for it by instead leaving signs that she really cares for you, or sometimes hiding little trinkets for you to find in your room. it's like her very own message that translates 'cass was here'.

whenever you sit beside her at the dinner table, she always slips in extra food by your plate without you looking or sometimes even filling your glass bottles with extra juice and you'll never know why until you realize that it's her way of telling you to eat more. sometimes, your clothes would go missing until you see your sisters wearing your own collection of jackets and hoodies then swapping them in your drawers for their own— you'd realize that cass got that idea from steph and you can't get mad at her or anybody else as it soon becomes tradition that you'll have an entire closet dedicating to the missing clothes you have that your siblings have replaced to their own attire.

cass really does love you and although she can't always say it out loud, you'll always have a constant reminder instead. as long as you're safe and sound then you don't have to witness the darker sides of her that she hides from you.

then finally, duke thomas. he may have been introduced to you the latest but you could say in terms of every trait, he'd be the brother you'd like to keep close for every situation. your first meeting with him is quite frankly the most normal one of them all, introducing yourself to duke through dinner. although he may be temporarily under bruce's guardianship over anything else, he's incredibly comforting to be around as he's quick to catch on your emotions but unlike the others, he doesn't push you to open up to him, but he won't leave your side at all either.

duke is the only metahuman you're probably allowed to be close with because your dad absolutely refuses you from even trying to talk with the superfamily. and duke heavily prides himself with that information, often secretly showing you his metahuman skills and answering whatever questions you have about them.

like jason, duke wouldn't fully delude himself into thinking you're innocent, that you need to be babied to the point they feel the urge to track even the food you eat— so he's your reliable source for any video games you were forbidden to play or any movies dick would consider too gruesome for you. he's chill, he even sneaks you unhealthy chips once in a while which makes him automatically one of the top in your tier list.

but don't think he's entirely on your side, because whilst duke seems the most normal to you - the only sibling who wouldn't smother you in blankets the moment you accidentally cut yourself with a kitchen knife - he's also batshit crazy for his own sibling and he'll sacrifice a lot for you two. so if you even dare try to suggest an idea that duke knows would risk not only him, but especially you, then that idea automatically is relayed to your dad and you wouldn't really want your father's gentle scolding anymore.

you can try to find a loophole to go out with him though! if you want to eat batburgers outside then you can do so when he's at his patrol, seeing as how he's the only batkid who does daytime patrol and that's way safer than eating at night, no?

so do expect spending more time with him the most outside, other than with dick and damian, but you'll be forced to sit in the sidelines where nobody can lay their hands on you whilst duke would be busy fighting crime and afterwards treating you to ice cream like he didn't just 'accidentally' and brutally body slammed a criminal into the wall for giving you heart eyes.

'most normal member of the family, my ass' would be the first thing that pops into your mind, but hey! at least you didn't have to be always locked up into the stuffy manor, right...?

at least you get to spend time with all of your siblings and a very loving and attentive father..!

little did you know that the only reason they allowed you out is to give you this false sense of independence, slowly but surely planning for the ultimate day where they truly would lock you up away from the world.

but they just can't help it, you know? the media's greedy hands are starting to take more than they could; so many eyes are on you and danger awaits at every corner in gotham— they can't afford having their beloved being pried away from their arms.

so is it truly a blessing or a curse in disguise? you don't know anymore.

[morverenmaybewrites]

wait r we allowed to send these in for characters u write for? :o

cuz i’m curious abt this one “What freaks them out the most in a relationship?” for jason

Yes, please do!

"What freaks them out most in a relationship?"| Jason Todd

Honestly, I think Jason Todd is afraid to love again, simply because of the way he loves. He tends to love wholeheartedly, without reservation, often to the point of self-destruction.

Remember that this is the man who endured at least six months worth of torture just so he wouldn't betray his father. Not a lot of people are capable of that sort of loyalty. 

To add insult to injury, it's very likely that he never got to experience any sort of positive reinforcement when it comes to loving a person.

In my Arkham fanfics, Jason's father was an abusive drunk and his mother was a junkie. While he learned to avoid his father, I'd like to think that he did hold some sort of love for his mother. He tried, in his own way, to take care of her, keep her safe.

He'd put a blanket over her when she was lost in her heroine-dreams, he'd wipe the drool from the side of her mouth, he'd leave stolen food next to her sweat-stained mattress for when she woke up. And all it ever got Jason, I imagine, was an absent-minded sort of affection. Perhaps she'd give him a vague smile, her eyes bloodshot and glassy, as if she wasn’t really seeing him, perhaps she'd ruffle his hair.

And for a long time, he'd think that was love.

Something rare, something small, but something that kept him warm all the same (for East End was a cold place), and he'd sip it like rainwater between his cupped palms, because it was all he'd ever known.

But then he gets adopted, and suddenly his perspective changes. 

Love, he realizes, can be patient. It can be his father Bruce, who somehow never got angry at him during those early days, when hope had warmed the inside of his chest like a swallowed star.

Love can be easy, he learns. It can be something as simple as Alfred, waiting up for him after a long rainy night, bringing him towels that were somehow always warm. It can be warm soup on the days that he woke up with a sore throat and a fever burning through his skin (and even to this day, he marvels at the idea that in Wayne Manor, food can come so easily--without stealing, without a fight).

But, he'll also tragically learn (or so he thinks) that love has to be earned.

I've always had this idea (and I stand by it) that Bruce did love his kids, deeply. But because of his own issues, he couldn’t love them in a way that they needed to be loved (and isn’t that true of most parents?).

It is the way Bruce never smiled at him when he was Robin. 

It is long nights of training just for a hint of his father’s approval. 

It is the constant comparison to another son, one who is faster, smarter, and better in every way. 

It is the way he thinks–and becomes terrified–that if he doesn’t earn his place in Wayne Manor, if he doesn’t earn his father’s love, he will be back in that cold place in East End where nothing can ever keep him warm again. 

And then Joker happens.

And then Joker happens. 

And no matter how strong he tried to be, how silent, no matter how much he tried to endure. 

He breaks (clean in two, a crack so wide it will never heal, you can trace the fractured seam of him and find the exact place where his heart was broken). 

Even worse, Batman breaks: he leaves Jason for dead (or so he thinks).

And a part of him will always think: is it enough? Was I not enough? 

Was it not enough to endure? To stay silent? To keep his father’s secrets?

Had Jason somehow, through some fault in his won, not done enough to earn being loved, being saved?

(Is he always going to be that small child in East End, and all he will ever know of it are vague smiles through bloodshot, glassy eyes? Was this his punishment for hoping for more? He can drink and drink and it will never be enough, the rainwater will always slip through his palms). 

And then there’s you. 

And at first he thinks it’s easy (as easy as warm soup on days when he’s feeling sick, as easy as a towel after a night in the rain), because you are brave and reckless and you are quite pretty when you smile. And it has been so long since he’s had a friend. 

It’s easy because you’re easy to be with: you read into his silences, you calm him down when he falters and you are braver than he gives you credit for (and there are days when he wishes that you are less brave). 

It is easy until one day, Jason realizes what’s happening and the first thing he thinks is that he can’t go through this again. 

He cannot be that child in East End, who follows his mother for crumbs of her affection like a dog starving for scraps.

He cannot be the boy in the Batcave, practicing over and over just so he’ll finally get to see his father’s smile

He cannot be Robin in Arkham Asylum, with a bullet hole in his chest and a brand burning on his face

And yet, and yet, Jason does not know any other way to love. 

He does not know of any other way it does not end in tragedy (and hurt and pain and betrayal). 

Oh, he is terrified. He thinks he fears you more than any other living thing in Gotham. 

To love you, he thinks, is to give you the chance to destroy him all over again. 

And he can’t, he can’t go through that again. 

(But oh, there are days Jason thinks you will be worth it.). 

[alexa-yukiyu]

I have this request for ASL where one day garp came over and introduce them to a newborn baby girl he found on one of the abandoned ships he decides to adopt her and leave her with dandan and asl and they boys got attach to her especially luffy they decided when they were gonna run away to live in the treehouse, they decided to take the baby. Can you just show milestones of her growing up with them? Like how would they take care of her when shes a newborn. Infant and toddler like her keeping them up all night with her crying and if u can show a couple of times where they almost kill her If you could give her a name, something luffy would give like joy or something all her milestones growing up with them if possible

Baby Monkey ft ASL brothers

A/ Ahhh ong I was so excited to write this but now I ‘m kinda nervous. I hope you like it Nonnie I know you’ve been waiting for a hot minute so hope it was worth the wait 🙏🏽 please let me know what you think

Reader here is replaced by dokucha which stands for reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers!

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Over in Mt. Colubo, in a small Cabin hidden among the trees, chaos could be heard from the inside as the bandits residing there happily ate a meal freshly hunted. Along with them were three children who were the culprits of the chaotic atmosphere. The three chatted excitedly about their future pirate crews, the chat soon becoming a banter as the three tried to one-up each other; until the unexpected arrival of a familiar marine filled all the inhabitants with a feeling of dread.

“G-grandpa, who’s that?” Luffy questioned as he rubbed his head and lifted himself slightly after being beaten to the ground by said man, along with his brothers. In the arms of the man sleeping soundly despite the violence he had just delivered, lay a baby, dwarfed by Garp’s build

“This is… Monkey D Dokucha, your sister,” he replied, grabbing the baby by her underarms and dangling her in front of the three shocked boys.

“Hah?!” Luffy gaped

“Another one?!” Ace exclaimed, uncertainly looking at the awakening baby.

“She will be your responsibility from now on, you too, squirt,” he called, glancing at Sabo as he put the baby in his arms, freaking out the blond.

“You can’t just leave us with a baby. We’re not taking care of it, Old man!” Ace yelled, pointing at the infant, incredulous at the news.

“You will,” Garp growled, punching Ace down for his comment.

“She’s so tiny,” Luffy commented approaching Sabo, tilting his head at her babbling. Her chubby arms stretched out, attempting to grab one of the boys. Curious, Luffy extended his own hand, watching as the baby grasped his fingers, babbling seemingly satisfied.

“She’s 6 months old; give her a few months, and she will double; it’s your job to turn her into another fine marine.”

“Huh??” But we’re not gonna be marines; she’s gonna be a pirate just like us!” Luffy protested, pulling his finger off, much to her displeasure, and turned to the man, determination on his face.

“Shut up, Luffy,” Ace hissed, still on the ground attempting to recover from the hit.

"Oh, Ho? Seems you three are in need of some good cadet drills" he called slamming his fists together with a mischivious but irked grin on his face as he looked down at them; the boys, feeling as their souls had been sucked out inmeddietly made a run for it.

"HAHA, Take this!" he called, easily throwing a punch Ace's way, which he managed to barely avoid, causing the man to destroy the tree behind him instead. He easily recovered and sent another punch, sending Ace sprawling to the ground again.

"Here we go!" he cackled, taking out Luffy next and sending him to slumber land with Ace. Then, with an evil glint in his eye, he turned towards Sabo.

"Wait, Wait!" Sabo exclaimed, holding Dokucha in front of him. The baby babbled confusedly in response.

"You'll hurt the baby," he cried out, attempting to reason his way out of a beating, letting out a sigh as the man let out a hum and lowered his fist.

"This should last her a while," He announced, pulling a small bag from who knows where and dropping it at Sabo's feet.

"Well, that's enough training for today. Be prepared, I won't go easy on you tomorrow!" He waved off as he turned around, walking deeper into the forest and out of sight from the blonde.

"T-That was going easy?" Sabo muttered.

"Old man is a monster," he shuddered, looking at his brothers' unconscious bodies and then at the baby in his hands, which seemed to have been used to the harsh movements and chaos as they appeared unaffected by the events that had just transpired.

"Mah-mah-mah." The baby babbled with a smile, attempting to mimic the boy.

"Can't believe you're related to him."

"Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, but we seem to have lost our parents. C-could you give us some help?" Sabo muttered, face pinched in worry.

"Hmm?" a man muttered, turning to the voice. His eyes widened as he spotted the preteen with the infant on his arms.

"Oh! My!" Hearing this his wife next to him gasped, and she, too, took them in.

"Oh! You must be so scared," she cooed bending down, a frown on her face, her lace umbrella giving the three of them much-needed shade from the scorching sun, giving a slight smile as the baby gurgled.

"Y-Yeah! But I have to be brave for my little sister, so I can't cry!" Sabo exclaimed, his gaze lowering momentarily to spot Luffy and Ace inching towards the couple's pockets.

"Oh! Such a responsible young man!" The man praised

"Come with us! I'm sure your parents are somewhere around here!" the woman exclaimed, beginning to straighten herself and turn around, much to Ace's and Luffy's horror.

"Actually!" Sabo hurriedly pushed out, gaining her attention

"What is it?" she worriedly questioned, unaware of the valuables that were currently being taken from them.

"Well, I was hoping you could point me in the direction of the market. My mom said that was where we were headed!" he improvised, watching as Ace gave him a thumbs up and made his way out of view.

"Oh! Of course, dear. You just have to go straight down and turn to your right; you will be able to see the market as soon as you turn."

"Alright! Thank you," he thanked her as he backed away from the couple

"Of course! Take care of your sister, alright?" She waved off.

"Heh!" They were packed, Ace exclaimed, shaking a bag of berries once the three of them had made their way back to the treehouse.

"I told you this would work! No one can say no to a baby!" Sabo grinned, scanning the different jewelry they had managed to take.

"Our sister is awesome, shishsihi," Luffy laughed, stretching his cheeks to unnatural proportions of the infant sitting in front of him.

Dokucha let out a string of laughs, happily clapping her hands at the boy's antics, gaining the attention of the other two boys.

It had been only two months since the youngest Monkey was dropped; Surprisingly, it was Sabo who had convinced the other two, though Luffy didn’t need much convincing, that perhaps having her around wasn’t as bad as they had initially thought. He recognized that it would be hard at first, but his heart had already melted the first time she was placed on his arms. Such a small creature; she looked so worry-free, laughing gleefully at the chaotic atmosphere the three naturally created. He couldn’t help but want to protect the freedom that she had at that moment, not having to worry about nothing but being able truly free.

Luffy was quite happy to have Dokucha with them. He loved his brothers, but they had little patience for his antics, something that Dokucha welcomed every time, greeting the boy with gleeful screams every time he interacted with her. He could always count on her being happy to see him after a frustrating training session, pent off stress from his body not moving like he wanted, melted off his body the moment the babbling girl crawled her way to him.

Ace. Ace had been the last one, and it had taken weeks of convincing from the other two to even attempt to bond with the girl. Whereas Luffy and Sabo saw someone free and carefree, he just saw a burden, someone who could fall over if the breeze hit the wrong way. It had taken an anger-filled day after a failed heist; craving for attention, the girl had climbed her way into his lap, and his rage had just paused. She looked at the girl in shock as she prodded him curiously; he was a goner after that.

“Dee! Dee!” She exclaimed happily, pointing at Luffy.

“Shishishishi that’s me! Monkey D Luffy!”

“Hah! That’s nothing. Look at this. Come here, Dokucha!” Ace called, watching as the infant lit up and crawled towards him. Eventually, she lifted herself up to her feet to reach him faster, only to fall as she lost her balance, her legs still not developed enough to support her weight. Thankfully, she was close enough, and Ace had managed to catch her before she fell, pulling her into his lap.

“C’mon, say my name!”

“Bah-bah?”

“No! Ace! Ace, A-C-E,” he pronounced slowly

“Eeh eeh!” She mimicked patting her legs as she did

“Good job! See! Says my name much better right Dokucha?” he called with a cocky grin to Luffy

“Ah!”

“Hah? No way! Mine was much Clearer!” Luffy growled

“She’s not even saying your name, she’s saying your middle letter; I have it too!” Ace scoffed out

“That’s what she calls me!” He shot back

Too involved in their argument, the two failed to notice as Dokucha stumbled her way off Ace and closer to Sabo, who welcomed her with a tight hug. He began tickling and laughing along with her.

“Bo!Bo!” She cheered, catching the brawling boys' attention as they looked at Sabo and the infant with wide eyes. Luffy was the first to pipe up

“That’s not fair!” He whined, crawling his way to the baby, a frown on his face.

“Why do you say his name?” He questioned

Dokucha, seemingly taking offense at the words, stumbled out of Sabo’s grasp and faced Luffy.

“Bah-gah-bah!” She babbled out, a frown on her chubby face.

“Nuh uh! You should be saying my name!”

“Dee-gah-gah,” she yelled back, aggressively waving her finger in his direction

“No!! Luffy! Not D; Luffy!” Luffy protested, fists at his side as he grew more annoyed as she blew raspberries at him.

“You can’t talk to me like that! I‘m your big brother!”

Ace and Sabo could only watch with sweatdrops as the 7-year-old continued to have a full-blown argument with an infant he somehow understood.

How was it?

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[wyvernsgale]

An AU of this fantastic AU https://archiveofourown.org/works/46160407/chapters/116207416 ( seriously read this)

For context in the original fic Tim is a clone of Batman and is found shortly after Jason dies, so Bruce is very very much loosing it and doesn’t want another kid so he’s very cold towards Tim and doesn’t want him.

So instead of Tim succeeding fighting and to join Batman as Robin and become Bruce’s official son. Bruce ( and the Justice league) send him off to the system. ( instead of being the same age as YJ in the original fic, this time when he is found he wasn’t done being artificially aged so he’s like 9/10 so Tim never really got on friendship level with the Team and was more seen as just a child) once sent off he ends up being adopted by a nice family in Amity park (Valarie’s AKA Red Huntress’s family). Bruce checks up on him occasionally via internet but 4 years later Jason comes back as Red Hood so they kind of…forget about him...) During the first four years this time Tim has become close friends with Danny, Tucker, and Sam, and continues to be close friends with them, he was also there for Danny’s accident.) But Tim has continuously grown more and more bitter and angry with Bruce especially as he keeps finding new vigilanties joining Batman, Bruce adopting more kids, feeling like Bruce simply didn’t want him specifically that Bruce just didnt like or want him at all, but was perfectly happy to adopt other kids. Around age 15 1/2 things start to get bad in amity the calls to the Justice league for help are ignored the calls seen as pranks, creating more and more bitterness and fury towards the Justice league as a whole. Tim soon joins his adopted sister to help fight the ghosts and the GIW, Specifically when Red Huntress joins Team Phantom ( with his tech skills he both builds a suit of his own and helps upgrade Valarie’s as an F U to Vlad) his moniker is ‘ Onyx Hunter’ ( Feel free to come up with a better moniker) to match his sister’s ‘ Red Huntress’. ( his suit is varying shades of grey with bright green visor) around the age of 17-18 a year or two years after the GIW has completely locked down the town and erased it from internet and map existence, Batman finally tries to check on him, only to find all the walls and shutdowns by the government and he goes to Amity along side Nightwing, Robin, Black Bat, and Signal, to check things out. This leads to Tim meeting Bruce on a rooftop for an very angry and bitter speech/argument that ends with “You didn’t care before and you definitely don’t get to care now Batman” the title spit with viciousness and venom, a bo staff extending in his hand and slamming one end against the roof top as it crackles with green ecto energy “ you don’t get to play savior and hero when its beneficial or convenient for you. Pack the fuck up and take your goddamn flock with you, Team Phantom doesn’t need you” where then he turns during the last sentence and steps onto the hoverboard that he had called with a click of a button, the Onyx Hunter suit forming around him as he sends one last furious glare back at Bruce before flying off.

I kinda was feeling angry and bitter so I decided to write this

Please let me know if you or anyone you know adds onto or writes this :):)

[oscquinn]

so I'm back to ask for macklin blurb or fic cause I need him soso bad um um

him skating to you with open arms or or please I need to go ice skating with him so bad but also im

too many thoughts, he's so hockey bf

hockey bf save me

save me hockey bf

hockey bf,,,

-🌂

hi lovely 🌂 anon, here's a little blurb for u :)) no warnings all fluff and softie mack!!!

macklin doesn’t mean to skate away from you instantly. it’s just that he’s not used to being around someone who isn’t quick on the ice. you’re clinging to the dock that dips onto the little pond, trying to stand on too-wobbly feet.

you’re visiting his family in canada, your boyfriend having a little time between a roadie and a series of home games. he’s told you time and time again about this pond, how he learned to skate here when it would freeze over in the ice cold winter. 

he’s taking large strokes, skating with all his power clear across them pond—a good twenty or more feet away from you—before sliding to a stop with the sharp noise of blades on ice.

“mack!” you call out, suddenly past the edge of the dock. your hands grasp for something to hold onto but you slide further away the more you try to reach for it.

your boyfriend turns around, eyes widening as he sees you helpless and wobbling out in the middle of the pond. he pushes off quickly, gliding over to you fast at first but pointing is skates inwards to slow down as he approaches you. arms out and a grin on his face he slides in front of you, macklin’s body bumps into yours.

“woah!” you wobble, but strong arms grip your sides to keep you upright. your heart is going a million beats a minute, from a mixture of fear-induced adrenaline and mack’s blindingly bright smile. 

once you have a more steady footing he skates back a little, takes your hands in his own, and tugs you slowly across the ice. “you push off, back and a little to the side,” he instructs, watching intently as you begin to skate on your own. “yeah like that! look at you, you’re a natural.”

it’s hard to feel scared when you know he’s got you. after a few laps around the ice mack lets go of your hands, slowly curving around to skate at your side. he adopts your slow pace for a while but quickly tires of it. instead he skates swirling patterns around you, playfully gliding past your side with a gust of wind in his wake.

watching him spin in a slow but tight circle, you want to try the motion yourself, but when you mimick his actions suddenly you find your ass meeting cold ice with a thud that macklin hears immediately. 

you’re giggling already when he skids to a halt with a spray of ice directed behind you, careful not to get you any more cold and wet than you already were with your sweatpants on the ice. he crouches, helping you back onto steady feet before gathering you into his arms. “you alright?”

“mm,” you nod slightly, looking up at his pretty green eyes. soft lashes frame them as he looks at you, checking your face for signs of discomfort. “kiss it better?” you ask playfully.

“i am not kissing your butt,” mack scoffs, laughing when you swat at his chest and in turn lose your balance a bit.

your arms instinctively circle his middle as he steadies you, still laughing with a kiss smushed to your temple. “i meant on the lips, you idiot.” you tease.

and of course, mack kisses you. soft pink lips find your own, a little chapped but so are yours, it’s winter after all. he sighs into your mouth, moving his skates until he was tugging you backward. you let out a worried hum but he shushes you, “i gotcha, don’t worry.”

[deesseshesca]

PAC : How can u express your affection to your partner while having sex ? (18+)

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PILE 1 

Strenght (reverse), knight of wands (reverse),8 cups, 9 pentacles 

You guys are very photogenic. Your friends love taking pictures of you and may even do it without you knowing. Y’all are very aesthetically pleasing people. On the other hand, y’all can’t not take a good picture to save yourself. You are incapable of finding the angle or even placing the phone properly, worse than boomers for some. Which ends up pissing off your friends. Y’all are not tech savvy. We are lucky you even know how to use your phone. 

The way you show your affection is by having no control on the relationship. Wherever the flow brings y’all, you cool with it. You don’t care for labels and you are down for literally anything. Don’t care and you will never care for the title ‘’ relationship’’, you don’t mind being ‘’just friends’’ forever. You guys can move in together, fuck each other cuddle, go to hopsital appointment and share y’all deepest secret and even convince a kid with no title. You will not have shame or even be scared to explain your situation to people around you because you don’t mind how unorthodox it is. That being said for technicalities, you will allow your partner to explore sexual endeavors with other people. Even allowing them to hold their own independence meaning living in the same house but sleeping in different bedrooms. If y’all share an abundance with each other, you can share a mansion. Like the east side is yours and the south side is his/hers. You will show your affection by holding no taboo against them. They can possess any sex toys; they might  even introduce you to their sex dolls, if they feel like it. Y’all may not even have sex at all… some of y’all is giving lavender marriage. Maybee ? I don’t know ? I have no clear indication of such but the way I am writing it, it sure sounds like it. Another way to show your affection is by  accepting their belief, y’all may have different religion or practice. Lastly you may show your affection  by not expecting anything material from them  (which lowkey breaks one of the principles  of Lavender marriage …). You don’t expect a ring, a car, or even roses on valentine day’s. All things said , it is really a show of going with the flow. If they decide to do it, you don’t mind doing it too. If they dim all the little gestures unnecessary then so do you. Ultimately your ‘’ no pressure’’ attitude is going to be the best way you show affection to them which can simulate their sexual appetite. 

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PILE 2 

Queen swords, 4 swords, 7 pentacles (reverse), 2 pentacles

Y’all are adopted. Y’all were in the system until 10 years old ( max ) then your life took another turn for the best. You always loved your adoptive family. They always welcomed you and poured into you. The whole family is always showering you with gifts, affection and support but you need an answer. You got them, you quickly realize that you dodge the bullet. Your biological family may be very abusive. 

The way you show your affection with your partner in a sexual setting starts with foreplay. You may indulge in giving your full attention to them. You are the perfect boyfriend/girlfriend for nerds. You will let them rant bout all the rules in the new fantasy world in which they are obese about while giving them the ‘’fuck me’’ eyes. You have beautiful brown eyes with stars in them when you are looking at something that you love. Sex apart, they love the way you look at them. You make them feel like the most loved human  being with only a look from you. The appreciation, tenderness, passion all of it in the iris of your eyes is making them love sick. Back to the sex, the way you listen and UNDERSTAND (at least try) make them feel fucking special. You even go as far as engaging in conversation with them which they looooove. Even when you are clumsy with the concept of a subject you don’t get mad when they correct you. Artists would be the perfect pair for you too. Not only are you the perfect muse (we are going to get into it later…) but you are a smart one. You don’t mind diving into the critics of philosopher, you don’t mind debating who is the best musician of the Renaissance, you don’t mind sitting down and letting your partner paint your back when they are overstimulated and you don’t mind listening to your partner singing for hours until they find perfect note. You have the patience of a God and that makes them want to give it all to you. Honestly you love discussing and especially debating because that’s why you turn on. So everything I listed is something they naturally do and everything is a way to get your panties wet/cock hard. Yes, paint on bareback and let your hand caress. Yes, sing to me how good I make you feel in between  the sheets. Yes, debate the principle of Aristotle  with me and show your passion. I love how you are trying to make your point while at the same focusing on my juicy lips.  Ok! Pile 2, your energy fully took over for a minute. Another way you show your affection is by making sure they reach their orgasm. It doesn't matter if they are tired after going hammers into you and making you cum at least 3 times.It doesn't matter if you are worn out. You need them to cum or you are dying … Ok a bit dramatic… (I feel like y’all are natural drama queen/king). You will give them a handjob  or you will rub their clit. You will do what is require for with the power still left in you to deliver your duty (Like I said fucking dramatic). Plus you will love to dive into the pleasure of a long intensive edging session, y’all can go for weeks edging. Playing with each other without actually reaching the sinful need of the body. Building the orgasm with each other and not cheating even when  you are really really really horny. Is almost a principle of respect for you. Lastly, you are acceptive of them in the bedroom. You don’t shame them for their kinks, you encourage them to go for it. You allow an open and affectionate communication for y’all to discuss y'all fantasy, kinks , experience, need, want, desire, etc… 

💌 : Also don't feel bad because you have leaned on your partner through out the whole quest to your roots adventure. While you were trying to puzzle the truth regarding your identity, your partner felt needed and not at all annoyed. So relief yourself from that guilt. They are fine. FIND OUT, How your partner use their fingers in the bedroom ? on Ko-fi.

PILE 3 

9 wands (reverse), 2 cups, Knight wands, Tower (reverse) 

Y’all are going through it mentally. You are deep in a depression rut. Y’all are victime of sexual harassment and you are healing. Is not as bad as it was but you know… sometimes the voice gets loud all over again. I am sending all the love I can,your way. You and I know it is going to get better and that the worse will pass. You just need to hang in there until you find the pace and you power back again. You knew your ex before y’all became a couple. He was a good friend when the accident happened and he came back into your life. He did not mean to leave you, you know we get busy with life and distance gets created.  Naturally the Divine opens a path for you to welcome them back into your life. Then you open up and it was good and got very bad again. So you decide to cut the relationship so you can heal some more without being a burden. They are going insane Pile 3. Don’t get me wrong, they are respecting your choice. But I have the vision of someone tearing up while doing their homework. Everytime they get back into their apartment at the end of the day, they literally get in a fetus position for a good 5 minutes reminiscing about you. They pray often which is ironic since they never believe in God or anything like that. Begging them to give them your pain and leaving you alone. That you suffer enough. The tears also are not something they do. Is not that they are emotionally available, they are just very masculine . 

This section of the reading is from their POV . 

They love making love to you. They love caressing you. They love your cellulite. They love your small boobs, they love your stomach, they love your thick tights ( I’m so sorry but I need to say that I am fucking rooting for them. Out here pushing through the tears to deliver the message. Ironic, I rarely get REALLY emotional. If only you could feel what I am feeling …) and they love your hair  (another message came through, One of your ex told you he hurted you because you were ugly and that he cheated because he loved blond … your man (I know y’all are not together but I am FUCKING rooting fo them) is screaming : I LOVE YOUR BROWN HAIR !). They kissed every part of you because they wished to make all the bad memories go away. They wish they could erase any trace of your abuser away. Is not about lust, it is all about the true passion that goes straight to their dick when they see you. Is not about owning you or winning you over. Is about protecting you and giving you the love you always deserve. They love having sex with you. When y’all were together, you could not keep y’all hands off each other. In a fucked up way you brain twisted that damm information (swear I am not mad at your brain, she is a victim too. So she is doing anything in her power to protect herself) making you feel that they only want you because of sex. Because that’s all a man can ever want from you. That’s all you are good for. You are undeserving of love because you are broken good ( Yes… Is me … again … YOU ARE NOT FUCKING BROKEN GOOD ! YOU HEARD ME ! You better tell your brain to get her shit together real quick. Is going to take time but let’s start by dropping the concept that you are damaged goods. I don’t want you to EVER think that.) The reality is they love you so much they can’t resist you. The mere fact that they can indulge in your affection is their biggest blessing. They are so grateful (Going back to their prayers, they are grateful that the Divine kept you alive and safe until you came back to them) that they get to share intimate moments with you. That you even let them see you in that seductive light. There’s nothing you can, God can do, I can do that's going to stop them from going back to you. There’s nothing that happens to you no matter how bad it is, that’s going to disgust them . There's nothing you can do that’s going to make them run away. Ever since you came back into their life, the flowers bloom, the sun shines and the birds chip. You brought the color back into their life. You brought joy to the mundane. Sex with you is an explosion of good feelings, fireworks even. They love sliding into you, seeing your face twisting in pleasure not in pain. A pleasure they are giving you and a pain they are protecting you from, safe in his presence . They often push you to keep your eyes focused on them because they want you to see you are safe. You are loved and you choose a good one proving you it was never your fault. Nothing you could have done was worth that punishment. 

***BONUS***

How can you cope with your sexual wound ? 

Spirit has an extra message dedicated to you. 

The ultimate problem of this relationship is the perception of yourself. Before we get any further, I am not here to hurt you (Trust me, I understand you more than you think). You need to contextualize what happened to you. Maybe you are not ready to get help, maybe you are not ready to talk about… fuck maybe you just not ready to deal with it but you need to realize that he is not him. I understand that your brain wants to protect you from all the ‘’him’’. Maybe repeat to yourself out loud, ‘’ (His name) is not my enemy. He is my true lover’’ everyday while you're taking a shower. When  you are caressing your body with soap, remind her, she is ok with (his name). Is important that you precise the name for your body to understand that only him at least with him everything is alright. You need to find a way to make your brain and body understand that he is your protector and lover. Because your soul knows he is home. You may not know about the rest and you got hurt by the rest but him… never him … he is all love. I know you are suffering but keeping him away is killing y'all more than you think. I am not telling you to break your boundaries or get back with him, now. You can shoot him a text. Small text here and there, telling him, you are ok , you ate. It can even be random as you telling him you are watching your favorite TV show. Let your brain get used to craving intimacy at a healthy pace.  Plus it will greatly ease his mind. Please stop dissociating while you are having sex (Bestie speaking from experience, don’t do it because it can become a habit … when that happens … you will try anything to go back to feeling something …), if you feel like you can’t do it, express it. I don’t care if you are in the middle of an act. I don’t care if you feel horny but you got triggered. I DON’T CARE … take a break, regulate your nervous system and come back. Last let yourself heal, there’s no race when it come to this fuck up mess. Stop comparing yourself to your past and let yourself discover the new you, who survive one of the most terrorizing situations. Much love Chérie d’Amour, you got this and I DO … love you. 

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Aftercare

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — what they like after sex

in my opinion, after fucking your brains out she would take the best care of you. bringing you practically any snacks, drinks, or take a shower with you (maybe have continuing shower sex) ♡⸜(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ )⸝

if she subbed that night, she would usually be knocked out immediately and not ask for not, but may cuddle you in her sleep.

Body part

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — their favorite body part about themselves and about you.

her favorite body part about her is definitely her tongue and fingers. she loves to specially please you with her tongue, licking and biting the sensitive spots on your neck and giving u a new rack of hickeys all over your perky, sensitive chest. she loves to watch you suck on her fingers and overstimulate you.

her favorite body part about you is definitely your tits or thighs. she loves sitting between them, or marking them as her own territory. she loves looking at your tits and can look at them for hours straight. she loves grabbing them while your on top and watching you bounce around on her strap, or looking at them in a tube top or a tank top u decided to wear, which showed off some of the healed hickeys she gave you. (you miserably failed at hiding them with your hair)

Cum

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — anything about cum

she loves watching you coat her fingers white with your sweet juices while she’s fingering you, overstimulating you too the brim. if you’re not frying and yearning for her touch by the end of your session, she didn’t do her job correctly.

she likes to see you make a mess all over her strap, she has countless videos of your cumming all over her in her camera roll.

Dirty secret

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — a dirty secret of theirs

she wants to have high sex with you, but she knows it’ll never happen.

has a photo album in her hidden photos of just your nudes

Experience

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how my much experience do they have?

she’s not as experienced, but she knows how to please you and only you.

Favorite Position

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — (it’s not favourite you dorks)

she definitely prefers reverse cowgirl and doggystyle. but while your topping her, she finds it more comfortable to ride you. while your in doggystyle position, she loves to grab onto your lose tits as you take her strap relentlessly.

Goofy

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — are they more serious during intimacy?

ok so i don’t she’s as serious as you guys think she is, sure she is like LOCKED IN but she might crack a corny joke at the wrong time while you’re having sex, that’s just who she is.

Intimacy

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how intimate are they during sex?

she’s not the biggest on intimacy, but she doesn’t completely neglect it. sometimes if you’re both tired but still horny she’ll take things more slow and talk you through it, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while her strap is pounding into you slowly but deeply.

Jack off

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how frequent do they masturbate/jack off?

she doesn’t masturbate much, but if she does it’s because you’re away from her.

she never watches porn. why would she when she has videos and photos of you in her phone?

Kink

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — one or more of their kinks

i don’t know if there’s a specific kink name for this, but she would enjoy smoking while your having sex, and lighting them out all over your body, leave cigarette marks all over your thighs and back, likes she’s painting a canvas.

would love the idea of breeding you but (you know) (should i made g!p next?)

loves to overstimulate you during sex. her favorite way to clear you is swirling her tongue around your sensitive clit as she had 3 to 4 fingers in your hole, pounding into you relentlessly.

Location

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — where they like or dislike to have sex

she would pretty much do it anywhere with your approval.

but she feels more comfortable in your house.

she prefers to bend you over onto the counter and fuck you in your kitchen, or catch you off guard while your in the living room.

Motivation

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — what turns them on

she definitely gets turned on by your body, and just you in general.

she likes it when you tease her, but she also finds it slightly annoying while the both of you are in a public area.

she loves seeing you vulnerable with her, and she is grateful to have your trust.

No

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — what they would not do at all, no negotiations

sorry, but definitely role play. she wouldn’t take it serious and she thinks it’s just stupid and a time waster.

even though she likes to see your pretty tears fall while she’s fucking you, she would never inflict pain onto you, even if you asked, she just isn’t that type of person.

Oral

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — preferences in giving, receiving, and skill

she is definitely more on the giving side, but she wouldn’t mind receiving.

she loves when you sit on her face. she gets to play with your ass while she eats you out (win win situation for her)

she has some of the best skills, like… i don’t think she is bad at it at all. but when you guys first had intercourse, it wasn’t as good as it was now.

Pace

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — fast? rough? slow? sensual?

she can be any of these at any time.

she she’s subbing, she prefers you to be more sensual that she is with you. she loves when you whisper in her ear and feel on her body as you fuck her, it really gets her going.

she prefers to go rough, but slow/sensual with you. like DEEP ass thrust. (with her strap… heh.)

Quickie

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — what they think of quickies

she loves a good quickie once in while, especially if it’s you and her in a slightly cramped bathroom as she’s fingering your itch all her might, her other hand gripping your clothed toy as you put a hand over your mouth. she loves to feel your body pulsate over her fingers.

but, she does prefer to do the whole thing when you get home, she feels more comfortable and she feels like her best performances are there.

Risk

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — do they take risk during sex? do they like to explore?

she doesn’t usually explore unless you bring anything up.

she has a hate love relationship with risk. ever since the two of you got caught that one time fucking in nam-guys bathroom, she’s always been down but a bit more cautious.

Stamina

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how many rounds can they go?

she can go about 5 rounds max before she is out cold.

surprisingly, she has a lot more stamina than you thought she would.

her thrust and licks may get a bit lazier and weaker on the 5th round, but she is more sensual and more attractive during her tired, vulnerable moment.

Toys

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — do they own toys? do they use them? etc.

strap, dildo, vibrator

(sometimes she uses the dildo on herself—) WHO SAID THAT

she definitely likes to overstimulate with toys as well, not just her tongue.

she also enjoys to watch you fuck yourself with a dildo sometimes when she’s out of it but still horny.

Unfair

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how much they tease during sex

she is a TOTAL tease.

she also constantly edges you or makes you beg for your release.

she also gets extremely cocky during sex, just thought i should add that

Volume

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how loud are they during sex?

while she’s domming, she’s not really the loudest when she isn’t scissoring you. she may let out a few grunts once in awhile

when the two of you are scissoring, she moans a lot louder and more than you expected her too, she gets REALLY in the moment.

Wild card

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — a random headcannon of the character

let’s you squirt into her mouth without any compliants

X-ray

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — what’s going on under them panties?

idfk how to answer this.. she has a black 7inch strap.

Yearning

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how high is their sex drive

her sex drive isn’t the highest, but it’s not the lowest, she’s somewhere in the middle, but she’s never turned down an opportunity to have sex with you.

Zzz

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — how quickly they fall asleep after sex

she usually isn’t fast asleep, she may turn on the tv for white noise for the both of you to fall asleep too or grab you some water, than falls sleep next to you.

but if she’s REALLY tired, she is almost out immediately.

[lizdive]

saw ur inbox is open so i jumped right into the opportunity 🤭 just recently discovered ur blog and AUGH i love your writing!! the lack of platonic stuff is a CRIME.. 💔

could i request something with aventurine being an older (adoptive) brother to teen reader? if you want some extra lore, the ipc basically found the reader and wanted to use their powers for themselves cuz theyre like- crazy op- 😭 (reincarnation of an aeon typa shit) so they placed the reader into aventurine's care bcuz he was the only person they weren't hostile towards-

SORRY THIS GOT A LITTLE LONG ?! you don't need to use the extra lore if you dont want to btw! i just put it there :3

can be either hcs or a oneshot/drabble, u can choose!! >_<

please and thank u!!!! (ゝω・´★)

YOU’RE SO SWEET YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME ILUSM ☹️🩷🤍 Aventurine is my everything I love when people send me reqs about him he’s never left my team since I’ve gotten him 😭 ALSO I LOVE THE EXTRA LORE I LOVE UR BRAIN LEMME KISS IT MWAH 💋 tysm for requesting <33 if you’re unsatisfied just tell me and i’ll redo this 🫶

notes 𐙚 gender-neutral reader — "you" + "they/them" used to refer to the reader ,, reader is a teenager but is implied to be ancient ,, reader is implied to be a part of tayzzyronth — aeon of the propagation — and can be up for interpretation, however they do have swarm abilities ,, i did some research on tayzzyronth however there may be things that are not accurate or do not align with canon as tayzzyronth and the swarm is very confusing ,, reader grows a hatred for qlipoth — aeon of the preservation and their followers aka the ipc ,, platonic relationships ,, ipc activities as usual ,, penacony mission at the end ,, i feel like i derived from og request i’m sososo sorry ,, ending is cringe ngl ,, this is not proofread so ignore typos

Bugs, insects, flies — you do not know what these creatures are referred to as. You do not know of their origin, and you do not know if you are one of them taking a different form. They treat you as if you are one of them and protect you like you are their ruler.

The planet you reside on is dark. There is no other being except for these creatures that swarm you like you are their creator and their savior. You rarely move. Your cheek has grown accustomed to the cracked grounds of this wasteland as you slumber for periods of time you know not the length of. It is gray, yet you sometimes spot the colorful liquid that leaves their bodies as they succumb to the eternal slumber you sometimes seek.

There is no coldness and there is no hotness — you are always warm. They blanket you with their wings and speak to you in a language you have learned to understand.

"The followers of Qlipoth are coming!" they would say, and yet you did not know who they spoke of. The concept of beings existing that are not you or the insects that flutter about bringing you sustenance and company is foreign, and your young mind cannot comprehend it without physical proof. You assume they jest as they always do to try and humor you, and so you do not acknowledge their warnings.

"The followers of Qlipoth have come, you must leave!" And yet you chose to remain on the cracked grounds that have filled your sight for the many years you have lived. You chose to remain under their wings which shielded you as they fought against Qlipoth’s devout to keep them away from your form.

They are weak, you convince yourself, as you hear the shrieks of your swarm. They are weak, you convince yourself, as you hear the loud explosions which cause the frail floors to crack more and more. They are weak, you convince yourself, as you hold a baby bug in your arms like a toy to sooth the bubbling feeling of fear which is so foreign to you.

They are not weak, you realize, as you feel their hands pull at you from beneath the pile of dead creatures, doing their best to fight off the hallucinations from their wings.

These people — the followers of Qlipoth — are enemies. They do not deserve what the insects would call 'mercy'. The chains which cling to some of your joints barely hold you back as you scream at them in what sounds to them like gibberish. Your body is weak from the lack of movement, yet what you consider weakness is considered as strength that was once unattainable to them.

"If I didn’t know of the swarm I’d assume they were an abomination of the abundance," a woman speaks, yet her words mean nothing to you for you cannot understand them. You do not know who spoke, and you do not care. They are all enemies, and this 'Qlipoth' that they follow will be struck down by your own hands one day. They follow this being and therefor this being is the one to order them to do such horrendous acts.

You make an attempt to flutter the thin wings that decorate your back but they feel heavy. You look back and find them to be hidden away and chained. You do not feel the pain, but perhaps it is just the adrenaline rushing through you.

"Did you really have to cover them up like that?" "The workers said that they were hallucinating, we couldn’t risk it."

A gloved hand is placed in front of you. There is nothing in it. The golden rings shine under the lighting of the room you are in. The shimmer is new to your eyes and makes you squint from the reflecting light. You are used to the dullness of your 'home' planet, so when you look up to properly face the man who seems innocent enough, you recoil at the brightness off his appearance.

The many layers of clothes he adorns makes you curious. You do not wear much, only enough to properly cover you. The insects would keep you warm. Yet he wears so much — so many layers of attire made from materials you didn’t even know existed.

Your rage and hostility is pacified with curiosity, and that makes his smile a bit more genuine. He brings a hand to your head, and you’re ready to tear him to shreds should he try anything, but he only pets you gently. It reminds you of when the insects would nudge your head whenever they wanted you to wake up.

The sense of familiarity makes your eyes water but you do not shed the tears. You don’t like how they blind your sight and you blink rapidly to make them go away. The man clad in bright colors says something, but you once again can’t understand him.

But when the suffocating chains no longer cling to your tender skin, you understand that he is safe like those that cared for you and he is trying to comfort you. It works.

The man is named Aventurine — he repeated it constantly until you finally said it, albeit with the accent of a toddler. Still, he praised you. When he smiled and pat your head, you felt happy. It was a good thing.

You follow Aventurine around. He is the only one you have familiarized yourself with. He gets frightened by the swarm that follows you, so you scold them whenever they show themselves unannounced. You do not want him to leave you — you’ve noticed it happens a lot as you are exposed to human beings. He tells you he won’t leave you, how you’re his responsibility now.

You only understand a little bit of what he speaks, but you want to learn more to get more head pats and praise. The language they use is very foreign and requires much more effort to sound out the words as well as memorizing the symbols they write with. It is a lot of effort, but Aventurine is very encouraging.

Aventurine is nice. He is patient. He is understanding. He is helpful. You have been told that the one who has given you your strength was born from loneliness, but if that was the case, them shouldn’t your abilities be gone by now? Because with Aventurine, you do not feel lonely.

You want to tell him this, and one day you will. But for now, you’ll sit in his office, dressed in the nice clothing he has bought for you, and continue to practice your speech and writing.

You do not like leaving his office, because Qlipoth’s devout will then try to talk to you. You have tried many times to send your swarm after them, and you have succeeded many times, but Aventurine always scolds you. You do not like it when he scolds you. It’s a bad thing.

He tries to get you accustomed to human society. It is hard, especially because the human society he tries to make you interact with is filled with Qlipoth’s followers, but for him, you will try.

For him, you will listen to them as they order you to send your swarm to terrorize planets littered with precious material. For him, you will listen to them as blood stains your hands — blood which is not yours. For him, you will allow others to call you a monster which he reassures you that you aren’t.

For him, you will let yourself become the tool Qlipoth’s devout want you to become.

Something you have noticed and have been taught about human society is the concept that is family. You have heard the term many times, especially on this planet called Penacony. The main heads of this big hotel are called The Family. The head of The Family is the brother of his sister. You make sure to remember that.

Aventurine tells you to keep your features hidden as well as your little swarm bug which you brought with you, and you do not protest. The hotel is big, perfect for your insect friend to flutter about freely. Your hand clings to Aventurine’s coat, a habit you have picked up on. When you cling to him, people talk to him first. You don’t know why, but you do not care because it has yet to fail you.

You do not pay attention to the woman at the front desk. She speaks too fast for you to properly comprehend her words, anyways. You take note of the people around. There is nobody adorning the familiar uniform of Qlipoth’s followers, much to your relief. You tug on Aventurine’s coat, looking at him.

He hums, and looks at you while the woman looks the both of you up to check for the reservation. "Finish?" You ask quietly. "Almost. You can sit if you want," he replies, pinching your cheek playfully. You frown and shake your head.

"Alright, It seems you both have reservations. Here are the keys for your rooms. We hope you and your younger sibling enjoy your stay in penacony." The woman smiles and slides the cards on the counter. Aventurine thanks her and motions for you to follow, which you do without hesitance.

The walk is silent, and once the two of you are in the elevator, you decide to speak once more. "We are like Sunday and Robin."

Aventurine blinks at your declaration and turns so his body is facing you, leaning on the support bars of the elevator. "Is that a statement or a question?" He asks, but you don’t directly answer his question, only explaining your words.

"I am younger sibling, you are older sibling." It is then that Aventurine realizes you had paid attention to the woman’s words, or at least her send off ones. He didn’t think much of it, it wasn’t the first time people had assumed you both as siblings. Then again, you had yet to learn the concept of family and the various titles during those encounters.

Still, Aventurine smiles, chuckling lightly as the fuzzy feeling in his chest grows. "Yeah.. You’re the younger sibling, I’m older sibling." The elevator grows silent once more as you both wait for the doors to open.

He’ll need to finish those custody papers once this mission is over.

[suzukiblu]

Do you read much fic yourself? and if u do, do u have any recs?

I kinda read fic in fits and starts, to be honest? Like it ebbs and it flows, pretty much, hah. So sometimes I read a TON of it and sometimes I pretty much don't read any at all. So like, currently not really, but previously enough that I def DO have recs, haha.

Not an exhaustive list of my faves, just some random Good Ones I can think of off the top of my head ( all some variant of DC or DPxDC ).

( also def read the tags on these, there's def some tags on a few of them that at least some people would wanna know about before reading. )

Catching Icarus by Fantasyfire ( YJA!Conner gets Super-adopted, interdimensionally-speaking. Fully the inspo for that "the last son of Krypton meets Hypertime Kon" WIP of mine, for the record. )

I Want It That Way by WynterSky ( Tim/Kon but make it 90's and also an emotional rollercoaster. )

Stress Relief by daemoninwhite [ nsfw ] ( Kon goes to a sex club in space for some free-use/stuck-in-wall-style stress relief and gets exactly what he wants. )

Jasmine Luthor by Die_Erlkonigin6083 ( Jazz finds out her biodad is Lex Luthor and literally does not care until she finds out CONNER Luthor exists. )

The Unnecessarily Dramatic Death of One Jasmine Fenton by Rowan_the_Escapist ( Jazz and Jason meet at a party and it all goes to shit pretty quick. fyi I will chew on this worldbuilding and also this version of Jazz/Jason until I ALSO die. )

Lazy Sunday by Faeriekit [ nsfw ] ( . . . I did not think I'd be so into Jason/Tucker but uhhhhh turns out I'm real into Jason/Tucker and especially into Jason getting consensually hypnotized into a househusband while absolutely desperate for his boyfriend Dom to fuck him, go fig!! )

The French Mistake by Vamillepudding ( The wrong Bruce is in this reality but he's a much better dad than the right one, so is that really a problem?? )

Buy One, Get One by iselsis ( Incubus!Jason gets rescued/surprise-adopted by Batman and then tries to figure out if it's safe to ask Bruce to save his succubus!mom from his shitty dad. )

Catherine/Bruce Medieval AU by iselsis and PotatoLady ( I am not emotionally well about this whole entire concept, hahaha. Omegaverse medieval AU where Bruce beats Willis in a fight and therefore wins whatever belongs to him. Which in this scenario includes Catherine and Jason. )

bystander by greeneyedfirework ( Batfam omegaverse where alpha!Jason finds a messed-up Robin!Dick in heat and it is a Problem(tm). One of the specific genre of omegaverse-Robins-in-distress that was inspo for the "Robin gets nested" WIP. )

Eyes Like Kryptonite by dragonez ( Lena Luthor gets a strange Kryptonian on her balcony who doesn't know if he's from an alternate reality or time-travelling and wants specifically HER help. Kara/Lena. )

your ghost i will gladly bear by merils ( Interdimensional Timkon featuring two Robins on a rooftop while they're both dead. THIS CONCEPT, I LOVE IT. )

This isn't how things are supposed to go. But we've always been unorthodox. by RenkonNairu ( Please and thank you for this slightly niche and highly interesting omegaverse take including omega!Kon, bless. Also Tim/Kon and Bruce/Clark, accidental and deliberate and deliberately-AVOIDED bonding, and the shitty version of Lex/Clark. )

Fairy Godbrother by envysparkler ( Batbrothers accidentally-on-purpose decide to meddle in another reality's version of themselves in quick succession, or over the course of several years, depending on how you timestream it. )

. . . . . . like, just go check out thebodydies and Briarwitched, I cannot effectively narrow down the options there, haha, just gooooo.

[jessesluvr]

Hi I'm so glad you're here!! I haven't read all of your work yet but it's amazing and please keep writing love u!!!💞💞

Okeyyy, so I thought maybe you could do something like this where the reader is Tommy's daughter not biologically but she came into his life (like Ellie and Joel) before he came to Jackson and before he met Maria he was still clinging to Joel then. But after a few years in Jackson we got used to the rules of this place, we go on patrols and help with every task and we are even good snipers just like Tommy. But Reader is in love in jesse from the beginning, she was always afraid to talk to him about it but because Jesse gets along well with Tommy and started being a member of the council she had the perfect places to watch him from a distance, but everything changes maybe on patrol or when they left to Seattle (after Joal's death to find Ellie and Dina) or simply Tommy giving them a work. that's yours now, I haven't read all of your works so I apologise if you've already written something like that byeee 💞💞

in the silence after | jesse x reader

author's note : holy moly ! this is by far the longest oneshot i've written so far. my fingers are gonna fall off. but that also could be because all i've had is an energy drink lol. i hope you all enjoy! tysm for requesting. i will be writing fluff after this. ps. i love you most!! take care of yourself! <3

summary : as tommy’s adoptive daughter and a skilled sniper in jackson, the reader has always quietly loved jesse from afar—until a violent ambush at the theater forces her to confront just how much she stands to lose. after dragging jesse home wounded but alive, she stays by his side through every step of his recovery, and amid grief and healing, they finally admit what’s always been in their hearts.

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the first thing you remember is the rain.

that night, it came down in sheets — cold enough to soak through your coat, cold enough to make your teeth chatter so hard you bit your tongue bloody. the empty road stretched out like a scar in the earth, buildings crumbling to either side, bones and rust in every doorway.

you hadn’t eaten in two days. you’d stopped counting hours. your last bullet had been spent three towns back; your knife was dull and chipped from too many cracks in too many skulls.

and the sound behind you — low and wet, not human anymore — it had been following you since dusk.

you were thirteen. maybe fourteen. the years had blurred, smeared into a shapeless smear of hunger and running and cold. you didn’t know how long it had been since kansas city burned. since your family had died. since your name had stopped feeling like it belonged to anyone.

by the time you reached the gas station — sagging roof, shattered windows, the stench of old fuel and rot — your legs barely carried you. you stumbled inside and bolted the door behind you, ribs aching with every breath.

it wasn’t safe. you knew that. nothing was safe. but you needed one hour, just one, to breathe. you crouched behind the counter, knife trembling in your grip, heart pounding like it would crack your chest open. and that’s when you heard his voice.

low. calm. tired. 

“c’mon out.”

you froze. the voice came again—edged with weariness, not threat. “ain’t here to hurt you. i heard you runnin’. betcha you ain’t armed much either.” slowly, shaking, you peeked over the counter.

a man stood in the doorway — rifle slung over one shoulder, wet hair plastered to his brow. his beard was thick, shot with gray. his eyes looked washed out with exhaustion. but not cruel. not hungry. the man crouched down, palms open. his voice softened.

“name’s tommy. ain’t gonna hurt ya. you alone?”

your throat burned. no words came. you just nodded.

tommy’s gaze flicked over you—the blood on your sleeves, the ragged cut on your temple, the bruises blooming along your arms. his mouth tightened. “aw hell,” he muttered. “c’mere. we gotta move.”

when you didn’t move, he reached out—not fast, not grabbing. just offering a hand. you stared at it like it might vanish. but something, some scrap of instinct deeper than fear, made you reach. your fingers brushed his. rough. warm. solid. tommy helped you to your feet.

“you got a name, kid?”

the words caught in your throat. you hadn’t said it in months.

“...(y/n),” you rasped. he nodded once. “alright, (y/n). let’s get the hell outta here.” and you did. 

the months that followed blurred.

tommy didn’t talk much at first. neither did you. he had that look—the same one you’d seen in too many other survivors. like something inside had been ripped out and never replaced.

but he didn’t leave you behind. not once.

through forests, across rusted bridges, through towns choked with cars and bones, tommy kept you close. if you lagged, he slowed. if you flinched from a sound, he checked it first.

and when you were too tired to walk, too sick to hold your knife steady, he carried you.

he taught you how to shoot. first with a battered old pistol, then with a rifle longer than your arm.

“breath steady,” he’d say. “don’t yank the trigger. squeeze it. like you’re lettin’ it go.”

the first time you hit a can dead-center, tommy ruffled your hair, a small smile ghosting across his face.

“hell of a shot, (y/n).”

your chest swelled. no one had praised you in... years, maybe.

and every night, when the fire crackled low and tommy would fall into a restless sleep, you’d hear him mutter a name — joel.

you didn’t ask.

you didn’t need to.

you could see it in the way tommy’s gaze always drifted west. in the way he would wake some nights gasping, clutching for a rifle that wasn’t there.

joel had been everything to him.

and now, somehow, you were too.

by the time you reached jackson, you weren’t the same girl who’d stumbled into that gas station.

your coat was patched. your hands were steady on a rifle. you could spot an infected from three hundred yards out through the scope tommy had given you.

and when tommy introduced you to maria, his voice didn’t waver.

“this is (y/n),” he said. “she’s... my daughter.”

maria’s smile was warm. real.

you didn’t know what to say.

but when she pulled you into a gentle hug and said, “you’re safe here,” something broke in your chest.

safe.

you hadn’t been safe since the world ended. you stayed. and slowly, brick by brick, you built a life. patrols became routine. you trained harder, pushing yourself to outshoot even the older scouts. tommy gave you your own rifle, a beautiful bolt-action with a scope so clear it felt like cheating. “you’re better with this than anyone i know,” he said one crisp morning, watching you drop three targets at 400 yards.

you smiled—a real one, this time.

“i had a good teacher.”

that was when you noticed him.

jesse.

tall, sure-footed, always half-smiling. the kind of person who looked like the world hadn’t chewed him up and spit him out. the kind of person who could still laugh. at first, you told yourself it was nothing. a crush. stupid. but every time you crossed paths — every time you caught him grinning at dina, or leaning in close to talk with tommy during council meetings — something in your chest twisted.

you wanted to be near him. you wanted to hear that easy voice, that laugh that felt like sunlight in the gray of jackson. but every time he looked your way, really looked, your throat locked up.

you were tommy’s girl. the sniper. the quiet one. you couldn’t... risk it. couldn’t risk jesse seeing how much you wanted something as fragile as his attention. 

so you watched.

from across the mess hall. from the catwalk above the council chamber. and through your scope, when jesse would spar with the younger recruits in the courtyard. you told yourself it was enough.

it had to be.

you weren’t there when joel died. you were halfway to lookout point with a broken scope in your pack when the call came in. the radio static was sharp, frantic. you ran. by the time you reached the gates, tommy was already on his horse, face white as bone.

he didn’t speak.

didn’t need to.

the look in his eyes said everything.

joel’s body lay cold. blood pooled beneath him, seeping into the wood grain. ellie knelt beside him, shaking, her voice hoarse from screaming. tommy stood frozen in the doorway, gun trembling in his grip. you sank to your knees beside him, hand on his arm.

“tommy,” you whispered.

nothing.

you felt it, even through his jacket — the way his muscles quaked, the way his breath came in shallow bursts. when ellie’s cries broke the silence — a sound so raw it barely sounded human — tommy finally moved.

he holstered the gun.

walked over to joel.

and knelt.

he stayed there for hours.

you stayed with him.

the days after blurred.

funeral. silence. more silence.

ellie was gone. dina too.

no one knew where.

tommy drank.

you caught him at the old lookout tower two nights later, a bottle in his fist, rifle at his side.

“you shouldn’t be here,” you said softly.

he didn’t look at you.

“you need to come home.”

his voice cracked: “i can’t. not without him.”

your throat burned.

you sat beside him, leaning against the cold metal.

“he wouldn’t want you to do this,” you said. “you have me. i need you.”

tommy flinched.

but when you reached for his hand, he didn’t pull away.

when word came that ellie had gone to seattle, tommy changed.

steel hardened behind his eyes.

“i’m going after her,” he said.

you didn’t argue. you were already packing. jesse found you in the armory. “you’re going too,” he said, not a question. you nodded. he stared at you a long moment. “you always did follow tommy,” he said, trying for a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

you looked away. but when you shouldered your pack, jesse’s voice came softer. “...come back safe, (y/n).” your heart caught.

“i will. you too.”

something flickered in his gaze — something you couldn’t name. and when he offered his hand, you took it. held it a moment longer than you meant to.

then you both let go.

seattle smelled like rot.

rot and smoke and rain.

you’d been in the city three days.

three days of crouching through flooded streets, weaving between crumbling buildings tangled with ivy, listening for the telltale clicks of infected echoing off concrete.

three days of tommy moving like a ghost ahead of you, his grief wrapped around him like a second skin.

three days of jesse staying close—too close, sometimes—voice low in your ear:

"careful." "step there." "on your left."

every time he touched your arm, just a brush of fingers to guide you past a wire trap or across slick stone, your heart kicked so hard it made you dizzy.

you told yourself it was just the adrenaline. you knew it wasn’t.

the first fight nearly killed you. you’d taken point, rifle up, covering a long stretch of flooded freeway. the clicker came out of nowhere, rising from the water like some rotted nightmare.

you fired. missed.

it lunged.

you stumbled back, breath ragged, knife flashing too slow—

then jesse was there. a blur of motion. he tackled the thing sideways, blade sinking deep into its throat. rot burst out with the stink of death, and jesse dragged you both down behind a rusted car as the rest came.

your hands shook as you reloaded.

jesse pressed close beside you, voice hoarse.

“you good?”

you forced a nod.

he caught your chin with blood-slick fingers, turning your face toward his.

“look at me.”

your breath caught.

you looked.

his eyes were dark, fierce. not angry, afraid.

not for himself.

for you.

“i’m good,” you whispered.

slowly, he let you go.

but that look stayed with you the rest of the day.

night fell.

you camped in the shell of an old bookstore — second floor, windows boarded, the rain hammering outside.

jesse took first watch.

you pretended to sleep, lying on your side, watching him through half-closed eyes.

he sat near the window, rifle across his lap, shoulders hunched.

and when he thought you were asleep, he whispered:

“...don’t get yourself killed, (y/n).”

the words were so soft they barely reached you. but they landed hard. your fingers curled tight around the worn strap of your pack. he cared. more than you’d let yourself believe. more than you’d let yourself hope.

the days blurred after that. rain. mud. blood.

every time you fought, jesse was there. at your back. at your side. grabbing your wrist and hauling you to safety when your foot slipped. shouting your name when a runner came too fast.

once — in a flooded stairwell, your leg pinned under a broken beam — jesse had cut his hands raw freeing you. he hadn’t hesitated.

not once.

later, when you tried to thank him, voice rough with shame, he’d just touched your face — thumb brushing a smear of dirt from your cheek. “no need,” he said softly. “we’ve got each other.” your heart had nearly split in two. you almost told him then.

almost.

but the words caught in your throat like broken glass.

so you said nothing.

and neither did he.

the theater smelled like dust and sweat and fear. tommy, jesse, and you all huddled around the map. ellie stepped out from behind the curtain. “where are you goin’,” tommy asked. “needed to get some air,” she replied. “they got what they deserved—” tommy started saying. “but she gets to live,” ellie spewed out. 

tommy sighed, “yeah.. is that okay?”

“it has to be.”

“i’m going to go pack the duffles,” tommy said, walking through the endless rows of seats in the empty theatre. the door clicking shut behind him. 

jesse moved—his hand found yours. you startled—then squeezed back, hard. his voice came low, for you alone: “i’m not going anywhere.” your throat closed, you glanced at him, saw the raw promise in his eyes. “i can’t lose you,” you whispered. “you won’t,” he said. simple. certain. like he believed it.

you wanted to.

“hey,” he murmured. “sit.” you shake your head and just lean against the stage, back to the curtain. the wood was cold through your jacket. but jesse’s thigh pressed warm against yours. and for a heartbeat, you could breathe.

jesse took a moment before he turned his attention to ellie, “how are you doing?”

“fine.”

“ellie,” you say, as you reach to touch her arm, but hesitate. “fine,” she said, turning her attention towards you and jesse. “thanks for coming back for me.” ellie said as she let out a sigh. “my friends’ problems are my problems,” jesse said fiddling with his fingers. you hummed in agreement, “we just want what’s best for you ellie, we have your back.” 

“you guys are such saps,” ellie said giving a small smile. you gave her a small, light punch to the shoulder. “okay, how about.. my own friends can’t get out of their own damn way?” jesse replied. ellie nodded, “that’s better.”

jesse turned to you—his voice steady, warm, grounding, “soon,” he whispered. “we’ll be home soon.” you turned to him. smiled, small and aching. “promise?” he grinned, soft around the edges. “yeah. promise.”

you wanted to kiss him then.

you would’ve.

it was silent for just a mere moment before all that was heard were the sounds of tussling and a muffled grunt. jesse, ellie, and you all looked at each other, ellie muttering a “shit!” before you all were racing to the door tommy had went through. 

jesse was first.

bang.

jesse jerked against you—breath catching in his throat.

“fuck—!” 

blood burst from his shoulder, bright against his shirt. you caught him as he stumbled back, pulling him hard behind the broken seats. your rifle clattered to the floor. 

“jesse—no—no no no—”

he gritted his teeth, breath shallow.

“shoulder—just the shoulder—”

you pressed your hand to the wound, desperate.

his blood soaked your palm.

“stand up! hands in the air or i shoot this one too,” abby’s voice—raw and jagged with fury. another shot cracked the air, her gun now fixated on tommy. 

around you, chaos erupted:

ellie screaming. tommy groaning, yelling at ellie to get you three to safety. 

you curled tighter around jesse, voice shaking. “stay with me. stay with me.”

his fingers brushed your cheek—weak, trembling.

tears burned your eyes, “i can’t lose you—”. jesse’s grip tightened, a flicker of strength. “you won’t,” he whispered.

another gunshot.

you flinched, shielding him with your body.

“i’ve got you,” you choked. “you’re not leaving me. you’re not.”

ellie’s voice rang out, raw and furious. abby shouted back.

but all you heard was jesse’s ragged breath in your ear.

when the fight shifted, abby moving for tommy, you seized your chance.

“hold on,” you whispered. grabbing jesse under his good arm, you hauled him toward the stage wings — step by agonizing step. he hissed in pain but didn’t fight you.

didn’t let go.

neither did you.

behind the curtain, hidden in the shadows, you collapsed with him against the old wood. your hands shook as you checked the wound — bleeding, but not fatal. not yet.

“you’re okay,” you whispered, voice breaking. “you’re gonna be okay.”

jesse’s gaze locked on yours — dark with pain, but steady. “i’m not leaving you,” he whispered. and somehow, through the terror, you managed a broken laugh. “good,” you said. “because i’m sure as hell not leaving you.”

the sounds of the fight roared and faded around you—like waves crashing, distant and unreal.

you pressed your forehead to his, both of you trembling. “i love you,” you whispered again — a vow now, not a confession. jesse’s lips brushed yours — soft, fleeting, everything. “i love you too,” he breathed.

and when the next shot rang out, you shielded him with your body again, teeth bared. 

the rest was a blur, too busy focused on keeping you and jesse safe. minutes felt like hours, you’re unsure how long it had been but all you knew was jesse needed help. 

you finally heard a call of your name, motivating you to call out for ellie. the makeshift bandage around his shoulder was soaked through. but his eyes were clear now.

alive.

“fuck,” ellie whispered. “fucking... fuck.” her voice cracked. you looked over, saw her shoulders shaking. you wanted to go to her. but your arms wouldn’t let go of jesse.

couldn’t.

jesse’s fingers curled weakly around your wrist. “check on her,” he rasped. you blinked. “not leaving you.”

“i’m not going anywhere,” he whispered, managing a ghost of a smile. “go.” you hesitated. then squeezed his hand, pressing a kiss to his temple. “two seconds.”

you crossed the stage, boots whispering against the boards. knelt beside ellie. her breath came in sharp, ragged pulls. “hey,” you said softly. she didn’t look up. “they almost killed us,” she whispered. “she almost killed jesse—”

her voice broke. you reached out, rested a shaking hand on her back. “i know.” ellie lifted her head, eyes bloodshot and wild. “jesse—”

“he’s alive,” you said firmly. “she didn’t take him.”

ellie’s gaze flicked past you—to where jesse leaned against the pillar, pale and panting but watching her with tired eyes. a sound tore out of her, half-sob, half-laugh. “i’m sorry,” she choked. “i dragged you both into this—” you caught her face in your hands, gentle but unyielding.

“stop.” she blinked. “this wasn’t you,” you said. “and we’re not leaving you behind. got it?” ellie stared at you: broken, furious, guilty. then nodded. a tear slipped free. you wiped it away with your thumb. “let’s go home,” you whispered. 

the gates of jackson loomed like a promise you didn’t dare believe. snow dusted the walls. torches burned against the fading dusk. the ride back had been a blur — jesse slumped against you in the saddle, breath shallow but steady.

your arms around him, holding him up. holding him here. every beat of his heart against your ribs had been a small, desperate victory. you’d counted each one.

you still were.

maria met you at the gates—grim-faced, eyes shining when she saw who you carried. “you’re back.” alive. not whole. but alive.

they rushed jesse to the infirmary. you followed, wouldn’t be pushed back, sat through the hours of stitching and bandaging with your fists clenched, your heart lodged somewhere behind your ribs. when they finally let you near him, he looked pale and drawn against the stark white of the sheets.

but his eyes opened when you touched his hand. and he smiled. “you kept me alive,” he whispered. you choked on a laugh. “damn right i did.” you pressed your forehead to his. “i’m not ready to lose you yet.”

his fingers tangled weakly in yours. “you won’t.”

the first few days were the worst. fever. pain. you barely left his side, slept in a chair by his bed, hand always on his arm so he’d know you were there.

when the nightmares came, you held him through them.

when he woke shaking, you whispered him back to calm.

maria brought food. tommy came and sat sometimes—didn’t say much, just presence, solid and grieving in his own quiet way. ellie came once, stood awkward and hollow in the doorway.

“i’m glad you made it,” she said softly. you nodded. she looked at jesse, something unreadable in her eyes, then at you. “i’ll see you both later.” she left without another word.

bit by bit, jesse got stronger. you changed his bandages with trembling fingers: careful, precise, hating the way his breath hissed when you touched too close to the wound. “i’m sorry,” you whispered every time. and every time, he caught your wrist—kissed your palm. “stop apologizing. i’m here. with you.”

when he was strong enough to sit outside, you wrapped him in blankets and led him to the orchard behind the lodge.

you sat together on the bench beneath the bare trees — snow drifting softly around you. jesse leaned into your side, warm and solid. your hand in his. neither of you spoke for a long time.

then, voice low and rough, he broke the silence, “i thought i was done.” your throat tightened. “so did i.” jesse turned—met your gaze, dark eyes shining. “but when you dragged me away... all i could think was—i wanted more time with you.”

you swallowed hard. “there is more time,” you whispered. “i’m not letting you go.” he smiled, slow and aching. “good. because i love you.”

the words knocked the breath from your chest. you cupped his face, thumb brushing the stubble on his jaw—and kissed him, slow and deep and full of every heartbeat you’d feared might stop. when you pulled back, your forehead rested against his. “i love you too,” you whispered.

later, back inside, you tucked him into bed — kissed his temple — sat close as he drifted toward sleep. you looked at jesse — pale but breathing. fingers tangled with yours even in sleep.

you hadn’t lost him.

not yet.

and you’d fight every damn day to keep it that way.

[voidcat]

DANYLLLLLL anaxagoras thoughts pretty please ?? 🥺🤲🏼 could we ask to hear any of the recent ones you’ve had about him ?? :] this is a little unrelated too but if he were to have a pet, what kind of animal / creature do you think he’d have? :>

HIIIIIII EVIE tysm for indulging in my ...brainrot (he's gonna cry once he sees i referred to him as that)

hmm so anaxagoras thoughts it is ! i think some of these are thought by others too but hey gonna start off slow w more general stuff and move to relationship aspect of things yk. hope u like these ^_^

notes: canon compliant and some implied modern au- however you wanna take it. word count: 1.2k

-> Anaxagoras is the type of "gives good/solid advice but rarely takes it himself" person. If he notices any of his students sleep deprived or showing signs of skipped meals or dehydration, he pulls them aside during breaks as to not alarm anyone and kindly advises them to be more careful next time while offering them a high energy snack and some water. He is a wonderful teacher too.

His primary goal is to educate and to have people form their of thinking systems so on the moments he holds exams or assignments with a grading system that's not just pass/fail, as long as the idea has been defended cohorent and well, or if the way to solve an equation is logical- and just includes a minor slip up (like writing down a number wrong 5 -> 2)

He will still grade generously. however in cases of the latter slipups, were it to be a case of equation that effects the structure of a building, a device or anything that comes close contact with the living that even the smallest mistake can cost lives, he'd downgrade accordingly. So despite his certain views and his philosophy, his class will often have students of other scholars listening to him, taking notes, etc... He is considerate of his students but always within a reasonable limit, never too easy nor too hard.

-> He is very fond of his drinks, especially tea! depending on what brew, he pays attention to the notes of leaves, whether burnt or not, if it's fresh harvest or stale... But while he values his tastebuds when he is out, in the confinements of his own living space, he is quite the opposite. he can be found reheating the same mug of tea (or coffee) for thr third time until someone takes notice and whisks it away from his desk and replaces it with a fresh batch without him noticing (And considering he is often focused on his work and research to the point of forgetting his drink- he rarely notices... Maybe unless he burns his tongue at that first sip)

And speaking of Anaxagoras and work... While he is mocked for being a workaholic... That's not the case at all! on the contrary, once teaching hours are off, he takes off his lecturer coat- However when it's a topic of research that interests him, or a train of thought that he's been pondering for a while, he will lose track of time and will be getting off his desk only to realize the new day has already begun.

-> This will sound biased because they're a favorite of mine too but i can see him with a cat! In fact, it'll be the cat that adopts him other than him taking the little guy in. We have seen in some ways that he is found of dromases already so they're a given- I think he'd be close with any animal in a similar position as them (ie: used for transport, manual labor, livestock etc...) While he prefers animals with clear personalities like cats-- animals are often fond of him.

While walking through a little meadow, he'll slowly hold out his hand to a butterflu perched atop a flower and the butterfly will slowly walk to the back of his hand, accompanying him for the remainder of his walk!

Felines are a soft spot for him because unlike more typically energetic ones like canines, they're cool headed, and respect one's privacy and boundaries-- As they're fond of theirs too. Whenever he's too caught up in a research material, a cat will circle around him, bump its head to his leg and when he still shows no reactipn- jump onto the desk to sit on top of the work-- forcing him to take a break, stretch his limbs and rest his eyes. Then jumping to the counter and making him rush because he was sure the cat was about to knock a glass off- reminding him to drink water in its own way.

He lays bread crumbs and sometimes smaller legumes by his windowsill for birds to snack on, reserving a small portion of his meal (If it's edible for them) for the nearby small family of corvid to eat. in return they always bring back to him lttle coins they saw scattered around (or stole) as well as pens... One too many times anaxogaras walks back to his study to find his own pen missing from the desk- thus concluding the mystery of the pens the corvid like to "gift" him.

-> At early stages of a blooming relationship, he is more reserved and quiet, waiting for you to lead and take the initiative. But once things become clearer- or more official, he will open up more and get bolder, more confident. You’ll always feel his presence- figuratively and literally.

A hand placed by the small of your back as the two of you walk, always sitting or standing by your side at invitations and gatherings. A man who seldom often forgets to take his own advices but makes sure your glass is always filled with water.

On the days you might return home late- or will be out for work for long hours of the day, he packs you little things- snacks or energy bars, mixed nuts and dried fruit or refills your water bottle and places it in your bag. When you take it out during the day, you will feel something brushing against your hand and pull out a small post it note with a note and a little doodle.

To others maybe, his language and way of communicating might come off as distant or cold but you know he likes to keep it short and to the point. The poorly sketched dromas or sad chimera with tears in its eyes with a little speech bubble that reads “missing you already” says more than it shows.

The notes will be all over the place and office too. Sometimes as you flip the pages of your book, you’ll be met with a note asking how long you’ve been sitting in the same position for. Another note reminding you to eat— it goes back and forth whenever the both of you can help it.

-> Things start like the quiet before a storm but once a stable dynamic settles between you both, it stays. You see a side to Anaxagoras not many others see. Sure maybe it does resemble how he is in combat somehow- equally dizzying, breathtaking and exciting; but it cannot hold candle to how he makes you feel too.

Kisses like his life depends on it, leaving you gasping for air, he always makes sure his hold on you his firm, his grip on you keeping you in place lest you lose your footing. Stolen glances between the two of you, pecks here and there stolen in the hallways while nobody’s watching. There is a rush and burst of energy when you’re with him- makes you feel like those series and novellas about young rebellious love. It’s full of love, life, it makes you giddy- you feel butterflies in your stomach, blood always boiling, anticipating his next move.

Sometimes he is sweet. Some days when you think he’s leaning in for a peck on your forehead, he will whisper sweet dirty nothings to you and leaving you speechless.

Anaxagoras still minds his manners and remains his composure- to the best of his abilities. But once his resolve breaks, once you see resignation in his body language, breathy and raspy, sounding desperate, his always carefully picked words now replaced for shorter, vulgar ones because nothing else conveys that primal, desperate aching feeling of love and desire for you.

[caramelarrowswife]

if u dont mind, can i req a fic of dark cacao raising dark choco, caramel arrow and crunchy chip in their early childhood? like the oldest of them in which you hc is a kid and the youngest is an infant?

btw i love your finanarrow fic, love cacao straight up adopting carrow and then proceed to death threats financier

have a great day!

THE KING AND HIS CHILDREN

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One biological son, one adopted daughter and one boy he fished from the dumpsters have been living with their king, the ‘man of ice’ who has ‘never shown emotion’.

Naturally, chaos ensues.

A/N: This was supposed to be a lot longer but my screentime made me quit early grrr

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Dark Cacao Cookie woke up early in the morning, which was very usual for him. What was not usual, however, were the screams that were coming from his downstairs kitchen. He opened his eyes, blinked, processed, and jumped out of bed to race downstairs.

He was met with a cloud of smoke and high-pitched screeching that seemed to come from his children.

“Don’t put the blanket on it, you moron!” A voice screamed, likely belonging to the oldest, Caramel Arrow Cookie. “It’ll only make it worse! We’re going to wake up father!”

Dark Cacao closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and counting to ten, just as his therapist told him to do. He got to three before shouldering the children away.

A flame that would’ve reached the ceiling if it wasn’t for the roof of the microwave was quickly put out by Dark Cacao throwing a bowl of water at it. Two seconds of silence, and the kitchen erupted with noise.

Dark Choco, who had made it to three years old without being in a life-or-death situation, had burst into tears and was screaming at the top of his little lungs, Caramel Arrow was trying to explain the situation, Crunchy Chip was screaming absolute nonsense and Dark Cacao’s ears were ringing.

“I didn’t do anything, I swear!” Caramel Arrow said loudly, gesturing wildly at Crunchy Chip. “He did, it’s always him! You need to put him back where you found him!”

“What?!” Crunchy Chip squeaked indignantly. “‘T’wasn’t, I swear! Dad, you gotta believe me, please don’t put me back there!”

“Nobody’s getting put back,” Dark Cacao sighed, opening a window to let the spoke out before rubbing his temples. “Please do tell me what in the world you were thinking.”

“I am so glad you asked,” Caramel Arrow started seriously. “You know, Crunchy Chip had this brilliant idea–”

“It wasn’t my idea, you came up with-!”

“Oh, that’s funny, because I could’ve sworn-”

“Silence!”

The teenagers fell quiet, staring at Dark Cacao with big eyes. The king had rarely raised his voice at them, not for things like this.

“I don’t care who did what,” Dark Cacao said with another deep sigh. “I want to know why my kitchen caught on fire. What were you doing? And why did you involve Dark Choco? He just learned that Dire Cream Wolves are not his friends, I’d like to go a year or two without a phobia for cooking.”

“We were baking something,” Crunchy Chip said, his voice uncharacteristically small.

“Why? Why on Earth?” Dark Cacao’s voice was becoming increasingly more exasperated.

“..it’s father’s day tomorrow,” Caramel Arrow muttered. “We wanted to do something fun.”

Dark Cacao was silent for a few seconds, processing. That was sweet. Why was it on fire?

“Why did you light it on fire?” Dark Cacao asked aloud. “There is literally no reason for it to catch on fire. None. Nada.”

“The wrapping said we had to bake it for one hour at 180°C, so we figured baking it for one minute at 1800°C would speed up the process,” Crunchy Chip said wisely.

Dark Cacao leaned back against the counter, ran his hand through his hair and let out a near-hysterical chuckle. “You cannot seriously be that stupid. I refuse to believe it. I caught you reading my advanced literature last night. You cannot truly have believed that.”

“I told him!” Caramel Arrow cried out. “He wouldn’t listen!”

“I’m not that stupid!” Crunchy Chip said unsurely. “Right..? Do you really think I’m stupid..”

“No,” Dark Cacao shook his head with yet another sigh, “I know you’re not stupid. You just do stupid things, sometimes. You can stop grinning, Caramel Arrow, I know you can be a little less responsible behind my back than you are to my face.”

Dark Choco babbled incomprehensibly, reaching upwards with his chubby little hands. Caramel Arrow let out a betrayed noise behind them.

“Sweet mother of the Lord above,” Dark Cacao whispered, picking Dark Choco up from the ground. “So smart, and so stupid. Can you believe this, little knight? You’re going to have to protect your siblings later, it seems.”

Dark Choco tugged at Dark Cacao’s hair with another babble, his maroon eyes gleaming.

[aventurineswife]

dan heng aven jiaoqiu gepard with a wife who is obsessed with cats and animals of any kind. And imagine bro comes home from work to see. The house filled with like. 200 cats, 20 dogs and like. 50 parrots and she convinces him to keep them because she has adorable puppy eyes that can sway anyone. Thank u

“Home is Where the Heart (and the Animals) Are”

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Gepard x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Fluff, Domestic Life, Overwhelmed Partners, Pet Overload, Love & Humor, Sweet Moments.

Warnings: Mild chaos and humor involving an excessive number of pets, Some moments of light teasing and playful situations, Overwhelming amount of animals (not for those who are sensitive to the idea of pet overload).

A/N: holy shit, that's a lot- 😨🙏

Dan Heng arrived home after a long day of guarding the Astral Express, his thoughts still focused on the mission at hand. But as soon as he opened the door, his eyes widened. The overwhelming sound of meowing, barking, and the occasional squawk of a parrot filled the air.

"[Name]...?" His voice faltered as he stepped further into the house.

Before him stood an entire menagerie: cats lounging on the furniture, dogs chasing each other around the living room, and a flock of parrots hanging from the ceiling, their vibrant feathers filling the air with color. Dan Heng could barely move for fear of stepping on one of the numerous paws or claws.

You turned around, eyes sparkling, a wide grin on your face. "Welcome home, Dan Heng! Isn't it amazing?"

He stared, utterly stunned. "How... how did all this happen?"

"Well, I may have adopted a few..." you said innocently, though there was a mischievous glint in your eyes. "Okay, maybe more than a few, but look at them! Aren't they just precious?"

Dan Heng rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of the situation pressing on him. "There are hundreds of them, [Name]. How are we supposed to manage all of this?"

With a sigh, you moved to his side, batting your lashes playfully as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "But look at these faces! They need us. And I swear, they love you already! How could you say no to that? You know how much I love animals... please?"

The puppy eyes you gave him—those sweet, pleading eyes—could melt even the hardest of hearts. Dan Heng hesitated, his stoic demeanor cracking slightly. He wanted to resist, but he also couldn’t say no to you. Not when you were so sincere, and especially not when your eyes were so full of hope.

"Fine," he sighed, resigned. "But we’re getting a bigger house."

Your face lit up with happiness, and you squeezed him tighter. "I promise we'll take good care of them. Thank you, Dan Heng!"

He sighed again, looking around at the chaos. "You're impossible, but I love you."

Gepard returned to his home after a long, demanding day leading the Silvermane Guards. As soon as he entered, he was hit by the overwhelming sound of barking and meowing. His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked around the house, which now appeared more like a zoo than a home.

"Dear?" He called out, his voice echoing slightly in the chaos.

You appeared, grinning ear to ear, with a parrot perched on your shoulder and a puppy wagging its tail at your feet. "Welcome home, Geppie!"

He blinked, glancing around. "What... is all of this?" His eyes scanned the room, settling on the hundreds of cats lounging around and the dogs running in circles. A parrot squawked loudly, drawing his attention.

You innocently looked up at him, your big, hopeful eyes making it nearly impossible for him to resist. "I adopted a few animals today... okay, maybe more than a few... but look how happy they are! They love you already!"

Gepard rubbed the back of his neck, trying to process the situation. "This is... a lot, [Name]."

You moved closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and looking up at him with the most adorable expression. "Please, Gepard? I promise I’ll take care of them. I’ve always wanted a big family of animals, and you know how much I love them."

He sighed, looking down at you, conflicted. "This is... a lot of responsibility, [Name]."

But the way you looked at him, with that soft, pleading gaze, was enough to sway even his steadfast resolve. Gepard sighed again, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "Alright, alright. But you’re going to have to help me organize this."

Your face lit up with pure joy, and you kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, thank you! I love you so much, Geppie!"

He shook his head with a small smile, though his heart softened at the sight of your happiness. "You're impossible, but I wouldn't want anyone else to share this madness with me."

Aventurine had returned to his luxurious estate after a grueling day, ready to unwind with a glass of something strong and a quiet moment to himself. However, as soon as he opened the door, he was immediately assaulted by the cacophony of meowing, barking, and the squawking of parrots. His eyes narrowed as he took in the sight before him: a small army of cats, dogs, and birds filling every available space in the living room.

"Darling... what is this?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and amusement as he stepped further into the house, trying to avoid stepping on any tails or paws.

You appeared from behind a large cat tree, your arms full of puppies. Your face lit up with excitement, and you immediately rushed to his side. "Churin! Aren’t they just the cutest? I couldn’t resist. I adopted some animals today... well, maybe more than just a few..."

Aventurine sighed dramatically, his fingers running through his hair. "This is... excessive."

"But look at them!" You grinned, holding up a tiny puppy in one arm and a kitten in the other. "They love you already, and I can tell you’ll love them too."

His eyes softened as he gazed at you—your enthusiasm, your passion for animals, and your big, pleading eyes. He could never say no to you when you looked at him like that.

"[Name]," he said with a playful smirk, "you’ve turned our home into a zoo. What exactly do you expect me to do with all these animals?"

You snuggled closer to him, using your best puppy eyes. "Please, Aventurine? I promise I’ll take care of them. I just want to give them all a loving home. You’re so good at everything else... can you help me with this too?"

Aventurine stood still for a moment, looking down at you, his heart softening at the sight of your bright smile. "You’re impossible, you know that?" he said, his tone more affectionate than before.

"But you love me," you teased, nuzzling him.

With a resigned but fond sigh, Aventurine caved. "Alright, alright. But you’re cleaning up the messes."

Your face lit up as you jumped into his arms, kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you, thank you! I love you so much!"

Aventurine let out a small chuckle as he surveyed the scene. "I might regret this, but I suppose... they can stay. Just don’t turn our home into a full-blown zoo, okay?"

"I promise," you said sweetly, resting your head on his shoulder.

[uhzuku]

Could write a aizawa fic with a hybrid!reader? Like the shounya fics you wrote? I love those ones!

𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 (𝐂𝐀𝐓)𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋! | 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮-𝐧𝐲𝐚.

𝐂𝐖 ‼️ | hybrids, hybrid au, no quirks, catgirl reader, fem reader, shou-nya uno reverse ( ur the kitty now besties ! ), misunderstandings, aizawa is a big dumb dumb n didn’t research *all* cat hybrid behaviors so u get a lil pissy ngl, night shift security guard aizawa, rut cycles/in heat, creampies, biting, breeding kink, daddy & master kinks, use of ‘kitty��� as a pet name.

“This’ll be your room,” Shouta grunts, opening the door to the guest bedroom in his apartment. “Used to be the guest, but you’re here to stay, so it’s all yours now. Decorate it however, I don’t really care.”

You blink owlishly into the dark room he’s offered you. It isn’t bad or small, it’s rather nice actually, but you were confused. Turning to look up at him, your bottom lip trembles a little as you ask, “B-But — I just got here, what did I do?”

“Huh?!” The noise he makes is filled with blatant confusion, but you don’t even register it as you clutch at your tail, upset. 

“What did I do wrong?” You ask again, eyes starting to water a little, and your new master starts looking a little uncomfortable; he never knew what to do when people cried. 

“Nothing!” he exclaims, starting to panic just a little. Why were you having such a visceral reaction to getting your own room?!

“Then why am I being punished?” you whine, eyes shimmering with tears, and he shakes his head and hands placatingly. 

“What?! You aren’t!” 

“But I’m — I’m supposed to s-sleep with you!” You hiccup, and Shouta can honestly say he doesn't know what to do. You’ve been in his apartment for less than half an hour and he’s already made you cry. How the fuck was he supposed to know hybrids slept with their owners? He’d never owned one before! Besides, aren't cats supposed to want their own space? That was the entire reason he allowed Hizashi and Nemuri to talk him into adopting a cat hybrid, eventually choosing a catgirl over a catboy after Nemuri showed him a picture of you cuddling your tail while sleeping that the hybrid shelter you’d come from had posted. 

“It’s not a punishment,” he says patiently, “I just want you to be able to have your own space.”

“But I won’t take up much room, I promise,” you say quietly, refusing to look at him. “I can be good — you won’t even know I’m there.”

Shouta sighs, then shakes his head. “No, you need your own room. I don’t want to share mine with you.” He knows he’s said the wrong thing when he sees your body stiffen, your fur puff up, and your ears flick back to pin themselves against your head, but what was wrong about it he doesn’t know. He reaches out a hand slowly, but you dodge it with an angry-sounding inhuman noise, and it startles him. 

“If you didn’t want me, why adopt me?” you ask coldly, shocking him, before stalking into your room and locking the door behind you. For the rest of the night until time for his patrol hits he tries to coax you out, but you refuse dinner and snacks and cuddles ( all the things that Nemuri and Hizashi had said could tempt you out when he’d texted them in a panic ), holing yourself up in your room and sticking it out until he’s forced to leave for his security job from midnight to five. When he gets back he finds an empty tin of cat hybrid-specific food in the trash, one of the dozen and a half tins that the shelter had sent him home with that he’d turned up his nose at and promptly decided to feed you real food instead of, alongside a freshly washed bowl and spoon drying on the counter rack. The plate he’d made for you is untouched on the counter, and likewise with the bag of cookies he’d tried to get you to come out with, and he groans. 

If it wasn’t obvious you were pissed with him before, it definitely was now. 

“C’mon, please come out,” Shouta groans a week later. Seven days have passed, and he’s not even caught a glimpse of you since that first day, and he’s starting to worry. He knows you’re still in there, he’s heard you moving stuff around, and he knows you come out every now and then to snatch stuff because so many blankets are missing that it isn’t even funny anymore, but he doesn’t know what to do. Obviously he isn’t going to force his way inside your room, considering that would defeat the entire purpose of giving you your own space, but the nerves were starting to get to him. 

Honestly he might have sent an SOS to Nemuri had he not come home from his night shift later that night and found you lounging on the couch in front of the TV while some random true crime show played, your tail flicking back and forth idly as the narrator recounts a particularly grisly murder case. 

It’s a welcome surprise, seeing you out of your room, and he’s relieved — then startled when he goes to gently scratch one of your ears and you hiss at him, climbing onto the back of the far end of the couch and draping yourself there while giving him a warning look. He just blinks, shocked, before dropping the hand he’d still had raised, and retreats to the kitchen for a late snack. While he’s there he shoots off a text in the group chat telling Hizashi and Nemuri that you came out as well as what had happened, and when Nemuri jokes that you must really not like him now he groans quietly, because wasn’t she right? 

The next few days are the same, with him coming home to you lazing around the house and acting growly whenever he gets too close or brushes against you by accident. You’re at least eating more, though, considering he comes home nightly to find the meals he’s made you gone entirely without even leftovers remaining. Maybe a different man would be angry, but Shouta was just happy you were eating what he was making and that everything was falling into a lax routine that he could understand; like he’d thought before, cat hybrids weren’t unlike cats, so of course you’d get pissy now and then — it’s how cats are. 

And then he comes home, and you aren’t somewhere in the living room. His heart plummets as he worries that he’s somehow managed to fuck up again, but then a pained-sounding yowl reaches his ears and he rushes to your room in a panic. He’d not locked the door that night, overtired from a rough night’s sleep ( or lack thereof, really ) and if someone had broken in due to his stupidity and was hurting you —!

Throwing your door open with a call of your name on the tip of his tongue, he’s greeted by the sight of your slick, swollen pussy pointing directly at the door as you arch your back while on all fours and reach a hand under and between your legs to finger yourself, distressed mewls falling from your lips as they do nothing to satisfy you, and suddenly everything clicks into place for Shouta. You were in heat — meaning the week before you were in preheat, and therefore excessively hormonal. It would only be expected for your patience to fluctuate like the temperature just between summer and autumn.  

Stupid, stupid! He thinks, moving to back out of your room, but it’s too late since you’ve caught sight of him. A demanding screech falls from your mouth and he freezes, locking eyes with you as you pant open-mouthed before you whine, “M-Master, help me~!”

Unwittingly he feels his cock twitch in his uniform pants and his mouth fills with saliva. He can’t smell what could only be a desperately cloying heat scent to catboys, but the sight of his new ‘pet’ shaking her pussy at him was enough to spur him into stalking into the room carefully, slowly but surely peeling off his security uniform and freeing his more than half-hard cock from his underwear. He never tears his eyes from where you sway your ass back and forth on the bed in front of him, whining and calling for Master all the while. 

“‘M so hot, Master, please make it go away!” you moan while looking back at him over your shoulder with tear-filled eyes. Your watery gaze is what really gets him even closer, and when he places his hands on your bare hips he can feel how hot to the touch your skin is; it’s almost alarming, but you’re distracting him by rubbing your bare cunt against his crotch. “Wan’ it in me — fill me up, Master, I’ve been a good girl!”

“Have you?” he growls, gripping you by the hips tightly and yanking you back at the same time he rolls his hips into you, grinding your burning hot pussy against his cock and drawing a lewd meow from your lips. “Been bitchy all week, growling and hissing and swiping at me…”

“Sorry! I’m sorry!” you whine, sniffling. “Please fuck me, Master!” 

Shouta fists his hand around the base of your tail and tugs you up by it, pulling a yowl from you, while taking his cock by the base with his other hand and proceeding to rub it against your sopping wet cunt. His sensitive tip skips across your wanting entrance and rolls across your swollen clit, and he continues rutting his hips against you this way so he can coat his cock with a good amount of your slick before stuffing you full — but you’re impatient, and you want him now. 

“In me!” you demand, hiccuping out a tiny growl between your moaned sobs. “Put it in me!”

His hand, wet with your slick, darts forward at lighting speed and grips you by the chin in a borderline bruising grip as he turns you to face him. “You’ll get what I’ll give you when I give it to you,” he snarls, and a new gush of wetness coats his cock at his tone. 

“You’re s-so mean!” you wail, then shriek as his hand comes down across your bare ass in a brutal spank that leaves it stinging. 

“Don’t be a bad girl, kitty,” he croons mockingly, pressing a kiss to your jaw, and you tremble; the scratch of the stubble on his face got you even wetter. “You want Daddy to fuck you, don’t you?”

You just whimper and mewl, arching your back in what you hope is an obvious invitation, and thankfully Shouta can read desperate whores better than freshly adopted hybrids, because he knows that’s his cue to press inside, which he does. You let out a sharp, drawn out cry as he fills you up all at once, and he lets out a deep groan as your almost unbearably burning hot cunt wraps around him perfectly; he can hardly keep himself from starting to fuck you right away, but he manages to hold off until you start begging for him to move, which only takes a couple seconds. 

“M-Move, move-! Please!” you wail, pushing back against him to bury his cock as deep inside as it would go. “Fuck me!” Shouta doesn’t have to be told twice and immediately sets a brutal, unforgiving pace, his heavy balls slapping against you wetly with each rough thrust. His grip is bruising, and heavy moans escape through his gritted teeth. 

“Fuck, that’s good,” he grunts, releasing one of your hips to press it flat against the wall, stabilizing himself as practically tears you apart. 

“O-Oh! Oh, fuck — f-fuck, Daddy, you’re mixing up my i-insides!” you wail, claws digging into the bedding as you cry out for him. Mid-thrust his hand slips and his entire front plasters itself to your back, the arm that had slipped curling beneath your neck while the other wraps around your middle and he fucks into you like a man possessed. His moans and growls at your ear make your body tingle pleasantly  from your fingers to your toes, and you tremble beneath him as you begin to cry from the stimulation. 

“That’s a good kitty,” Shouta groans as you scratch at the bed in front of you, “Yeah, cry for Daddy—!”

“D-Daddy!” you hiccup through a wail, tears rolling down your cheeks as what of your tail that wasn’t pinned between your bodies lashes back and forth violently. “Bite, bite, bite!” you beg, tilting your head to the side to bare where the soft column of your throat met with your collarbone and shoulder; your jaw presses against his thick bicep, and other than his hands on your body and his cock in your cunt that’s the only thing grounding you right now. “Bite!” 

He doesn’t argue, biting down as he fucks into you and earning himself a high-pitched scream from you that he knows the neighbors heard; all he can do is mentally cross his fingers that they realize the context without being expressly told because he sure as fuck wasn’t going to pull out of your oerfect fucking cunt just to answer a noise complaint notice. 

“P-Please, Daddy!” you gasp, drool rolling down your chin. “Please, cum in me! Breed me! Fill me up, claim me on the inside too!”

Shouta lets out a shaky moan around his mouthful of your collarbone. God, you’re filthy. 

It doesn’t take much more time before you’re yowling again, and he isn’t sure why until he feels your cunt rhythmically spasming around his aching cock. His eyes roll back a little at the feeling, which is all it takes for him to start cumming with you. You can feel a pleasant warmth that you know is him start to fill your lower belly, and you let out another cry as you arch your back more as far as it’ll go while he keeps fucking you through both of your orgasms, all former coherency leaving you both as gibberish moans flm from your lips. It’s only once he stops cummung that he begins to ease to a stop before finally pulling out and rolling over to lay on his back, breathing hard. You immediately begin pressing the cum that was dripping from your cunt back inside, repeating the action a handful of times before licking your fingers clean and kissing him. 

The two of you kiss for a bit before you pull away to lay down for a second to rest between the heat waves, and during this rest he finally speaks again. “How long do — how long do your heats usually last, kitty?” Shouta asks through deep breaths, his heart pounding. You purr and curl up close to him, tail curling back and forth. 

“‘Least a week more,” you answer honestly, and he groans as one of your hands reaches down and starts stroking his cock back to full hardness.  “So hurry up ‘nd fuck me again, Daddy — I can’t cum without you being mean to me.”

[dioslesbianwife]

Masterlist Part 3/5

this is my third masterlist ^^

Here are the links to Masterlist 2/5 ,Masterlist Part 1/5, Masterlist Part 4/5, and Masterlist Part 5/5

my blog page rules: i’ll write basically anything (ships, x readers, fics, HCs, matchups, angst, fluff, nsfw, etc.) I don’t mind most requests, just nothing graphic involving minors or anything that promotes hate.

please only submit one request at a time.

It usually takes me a little while to finish requests, but I’ll enjoy reading and working on pretty much any request ♡ ♡ ♡

I’ll write for any of the following fandoms: HxH, jjba, death note, bg3, genshin impact, and danganronpa (i’ll write for pretty much any character from these fandoms)

Hunter x Hunter:

Pitou Pouf and Youpi x reader with an obvious crush X

Shaiapouf x gentle femdom reader X

Phantom Troupe with a reader who knows magic X

Illumi, Hisoka, Meruem, Kurapika, Chrollo with strong reader X

JJBA Non Villain Stuff:

Mista and weather report x reader recovering from top surgery X

Abbacchio joseph polnareff x reader who wakes up at her funeral X

Joseph caesar lisa lisa suzie q x reader confessing to them X

stardust crusaders x reader who was an abuse victim X

Polnareff and Kakyoin attempting to prank Jotaro

Part 5 gang x reader with scary monsters stand X

Josuke x death metal singer X

Part 5 gang playing dress to impress

stardust crusaders with a reader who's joseph's daughter X

Rohan x yandere reader X

Part 5 gang with reader who has anxiety X

Topping abbachio and polnareff first time hcs X

Stardust crusaders x reclusive reader X

Jojos flustering a usually smug reader X

Jojos as genshin characters

Jotaro's adopted sister reader meeting joseph

jojos and jofoes x gyaru reader X

Jojos x reader who's dio's daughter X

Jonathan x reader who takes care of him (takes place in pt3)

Part 5 gang with reader who knows giorno's dio's son pt 2

Part 7 character with reader similar to Sonia Nvm X

Part 7 characters with reader who loves to dance X

Okuyasu x reader HCs X

Jojos x reader who loves death metal X

Kakyoin x reader who teases him X

Joseph and the reader argue then he turns into a snake X

Diego Gyro Johnny Jolyne Hermes x flirty reader X

Stardust crusaders x reader with defensive/healing stand X

Jojos x reader with a powerful stand named Steve X

Rohan x reader with Bohemian Rhapsody X

Polnareff x transmasc reader /sfw and nsfw-ish X

How the crusaders act in love X

Stardust crusaders + DIO x reader who laughs during fights X

Jojos x reader who has a loud horror like scream X

Josuke x reader who gets more hair compliments X

Stardust crusaders' reactions to dullahan (headless) reader X

Jotaro and Kakyoin both vying for the reader's attention X

Narancia x reader HCs X

Fake relationship trope with johnny, gyro, and diego X

Johnny, gyro, and diego x reader who has an obvious crush X

Jojos with a ticklish reader X

Caesar with an unemotional reader who cares for him X

Johnny and Gyro trying to keep their partner away from Diego X

Jojos x zeppeli reader X

Stardust crusaders x reader with a healing and calming stand X

Part 5 gang with a reader who knows about Dio X

Part 5 gang with a reader that has wonder of u X

Reactions to a reader similar to gundham pt 2 X

SBR side characters x sweet and strong reader X

Stardust crusaders x tsundere reader X

Kakyoin x reader who bakes him cherry desserts X

Part 6 crew with a himbo reader X

What kind of cake jojos like

Asking SBR characters on a scale of 1 to america how free they are

JJBA Villains:

Jofoes x ex nun reader with medusa-like stand X

Jofoes x reader with an evil cat X

Jojo villains going on vacation together

Jojo villains shopping together

Ghiaccio x male reader topping hcs X

Jumping at them, who catches you and who doesn't X

Reactions to a reader similar to arlecchino

Kira x reader who wants to paint his nails X

Dating a reader similar to jessica rabbit X

Reactions to super strong fem reader X

Jofoes x reader who's become a stand X

Reactions to the fanart and merch of them

jojos and jofoes x gyaru reader X

Reactions to a Rapunzel-like reader X

Jofoes x filthy rich reader X

Kira x reader who always tries to make him laugh X

Reactions to the reader kissing their neck randomly X

Jofoes x reader who sacrifices themself X

Jofoes x drop dead gorgeous reader X

Diego x childhood friend vampire reader X

Jofoes x short reader with huge stand X

Jofoes as girl dads

Pillarmen getting caught cuddling the reader X

What Genshin vision/weapon types the jofoes would be

Kira with a fellow serial killer s/o X

Jofoes dating sim (playing one and being in one) X

Fake relationship trope with johnny, gyro, and diego X

Johnny, gyro, and diego x reader who has an obvious crush X

Funny Valentine x reader who suggests states as baby names X

Reactions to the reader's stand being disobedient X

Jofoes with a reader who's anxious about keeping them safe X

Jofoes rejecting the reader X

Jofoes x reader with a powerful stand named Steve X

Dio and Kars fighting over the reader X

Wamuu x reader with painful period cramps X

Jofoes with daughter reader who struggles with depression X

[shaibonbon]

Was there a particular event in Bonbon's life that caused her shift in personality from happy Minibon to current adult Bon?

(For the lazy readers) Yes. As much as I say it was a gradual change, I can divide it up into 4 major events and from those events, the 3rd one is (imo) the most impactful one on her personality shift. Tdlr, in 7th grade she ends up changing classes and ends up with no friends and with falling grades, that spills into disaster. Warning, Big lore dump bellow:

(Now the yapping answer for Edu, since you are the only one reading all of it. If you aren't Edu and read all of this, please say something I will give u a cookie). To talk about it, I need to give some context about the previous stages. Her life doesn't happen in a vacuum, so the events that came beforehand, already changed shaped in ways that matter (and we have to be on the same page here).

I want to say, this is all a bit WIP, I don't have good names for the events despite having somewhat clear timelines, it goes: Birthday Party, School change, 7th grade, and graduation.

Birthday Party

This takes place when Bonbon is very young (the bon on the left in the drawing). It is also what I was drawing on that unfinished comic 💔. I still plan to BUT, I have been thinking, and I will probably draw some simpler episodes before that comic. Anyhow, the consequences of that party is in a way where it all began. Like I did put in the sheet, Mini Bon is a very energetic cute bunny, and in almost natural way she tried talking with the entire class and considered everyone, even some outside of it, as friends. That all stops after the party. Kinda like a harsh dose of reality is injected all at once on her special day. Her trust with everyone, including her closest friends, suffers greatly and she gets hugely upset. From the this point forward, she kinda pulls back from interacting with most of them. She becomes more cautious, more insecure and far less extroverted. And welp, from the pov of an outsider you would look at her after a few weeks the effects might seem "subtle", but they linger on for the next years and have an impact, even if she doesn't realize it or thinks about it. (This event is probably the one I need to work out more, so if it feels a bit empty thats why)

School change

it's fairly obvious how impactful this one can be. Bon unlike her former classmates, ends up changing to a school in a different on village. It's scary, new environment, new schedules and routines, lots of new people, teachers and expectations. Bon doesn't handle it well. For example, the new schedule means she has to wake up way earlier while arriving home later. While this isn't that bad, it does mean she is more tired and has less free time to have fun. While the new routine it's a bit brutal for her initially, she struggles a lot. Getting the wrong bus, leaving the wrong bus stop, missing the bus, and many other things she screws up that I won't dive rn (future comic episodes perhaps) Trying to make new friends is not easy either. All classmates already know each other and have their friends group formed. It leaves her into this situation when the bell rings, she is left awkwardly alone. Bon becomes more anxious, shy and bit more withdrawn.

It's not all bad luck, Bon gets "adopted" by Cinnamon (who's design I haven't shown yet) and they become such good friends they turn into besties. At this moment you see the previous event affect how she behaves, no longer being the extrovert, she was and being far more cautious with who she chooses to be friends, she ends up focusing on just this one friendship. Quality>quantity way. This for real helps her survive the next 2 years in that school. Sounds good eh? Still, the silly nerd mini bon you see me post around, only exists to those who are closest to her (Cinnamon). Rest of the class knows nothing about her, to them she is just a quiet ghost during class and outside nobody. They don't really care either. Neither does bon, she already has what she wanted.

7th Grade

Ah the breaking point! (middle bon in the drawing) After 2 years, due to the school system works and the subjects she picked, she gets shuffled to a total different class. Cinnamon, despite still being in the same school, stops passing most time with Bon. Not only their calendars don't match up, them having no means of contact outside of school, and having classes in different blocks of school meant they really only saw each other a few times a week. Cinnamon meanwhile just made new cool friends, ending up passing time with them instead. (dw bon, at least you had to be replaced by like 5 people) Bonbon on the other hand fails to connect with any new people (partly a lot due to the 2 previous phases). it's not for a lack of trying mind you, she really doesn't connect with anyone the same way she did with the fox, she got extremely unlucky.

Another factor into play, 7th grade is when school gets more serious. Bon is a intelligent person, but that actually backfired on her. She never felt the need to study or work outside of school. What she learned in class was usually enough for her to get average-good grades. But from this point onward you had to study and practice. But when you pass most of your life without studying, you don't learn or get the motivation to do it from one day to the other. Nor do you make it a habit. (hint: she starts falling) To make it worse, school calendar just got brutal, she could be waking up at like 7:00 and arriving home at 19:40. Aside from being extremely boring, it sucks the energy out of you. You arrive home and the last thing you want to see is a freaking textbook. You just want to relax and have fun for once, so you you game a little too much.

I want to put yourself in her boots. You have basically no friends, your grades in school plummet, no matter how hard you try. At the same time you arrive home constantly tired and drained, also you are a teen, puberty is a thing and it does affect your behavior. How would you feel? Welp, for this poor teen bunny girl, saying she got very upset is to put it lightly. It nukes her self-esteem, everything just starts feeling hopeless to her. Small things change, thinking of a pretty outfit becomes an annoying chore, and no one would care either way, so you skip that for the extra minutes of sleep. Quickly, trying to talk with people at school takes too much energy and feels like a waste. You become grumpy, closed of and rude sometimes. Hard to find reasons to smile when life sucks am right? I could go on but you probably get how this is the most significant "major point" bc she gets very similar to how Bonbon is later in life. It's basically the middle ground between the 2 phases, you can still make her smile, she still would appreciate if you talked to her. Her eyes will light up if you bring a topic she likes. This phase lasts for around 2 years, think of it as a big storm. (in the drawing this is Bonbon on the right) Afterwards she manages to enter contact with Cinnamon outside of school and they reconnect again. Her grades are no longer going in into hell, heck some improve. Later on she gets lucky and even lands in the same class of Cinnamon again. Life starts to look up til-

Graduation, it is the final one, which I will leave for another day or ask. The final piece for how she becomes nowadays Bonbon.

I hope you enjoyed reading this very WIP, cringe, badly written lore dump. Hopefully it gives y'all a clearer picture of what I'm aiming for tho, and that I in fact do have in mind a clear story and episodes layed out for Bonbon. (Granted i have to write them and draw them). Of course I didn't go into much detail, I mainly explained the consequences of each phase. I didn't go through the episodes of those phases, since many of these "events", (or the correct word would be "phases") last a few years and are a lot of episodes together. Welp thank you<33.