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arty-shadow-morningstar · 4 years ago

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Treasure Hunter AU

I binged watch the Mummy trilogy while i had no wifi/internet for a while and I had an idea for a treasure hunter Mari with Daminette.

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Damian was bored.(age: 22-28 years old.)

At a gala party.

Meets Marinette who was equally bored.(abt the same age as D)

He finds out she was the finder of this famous artifact on display.

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Damian tugged at his collar, scanning the crowd. His father needed a plus one to show up with and everyone else were busy.

He grabbed a champagne flute and made his way to the edge of the room.

He found a woman in a black evening gown, looking as bored as he felt. short dark hair. Blue eyes.( I suck at describing people after the third time doing it. It feels overrated)

"Hello, stranger. You bored with mingling in with the assholes on their high horses?"

"Should I be offended?"

"We will see. Depends on you."

"How about you? A beautiful lady like you not kissing up their asses to climb the social ladder. That is strange."

She made a face. "Trust me. I don't want to be here but my friend wanted family time so I came in his place. What about you? Why are you here?"

"I am pretty sure my father wanted someone to get him out if the vultures came too close."

"Vultures, adept descriptions. I am glad no one realized who I am yet or i would be in their claws."

"Who are you representing, anyways?"

"Myself but Adrien or Kagami usually comes in my place but tonight, they have their son's play to go to."

"Adrien and Kagami. Aren't they the Agreste-Tsrungi?"

"Yep."

"You are the Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Globe trotting Treasure hunter and also world-class designer, MDC."

"Now you know. What's your name, handsome stranger?"

"You don't know?"

"Hey. Like you said globetrotting treasure hunter. I am not up-to-date on the news front. And when I am in Paris to do designer stuff, i am too busy to look at the news."

He gave her his hand, "Damian Wayne. Son of Bruce Wayne who is a billionaire and owns Wayne Enterprise."

She shook it.

"Pleased to meet you."

She stills design but like sent her designs to Adrien at least once every month, who had rebranded Gabriel to Miraculous Designs.

Some ppl thinks he did it to spite his father, who is in jail. Adrien and Mari has a partnership thing.

Mari also makes clothes but for a few months. And the rest of the time is spent travelling.

Exclusive designs from MDC are rare but the designs hand made by her are rarer so they are like a really big deal. They have the most amazing details. Really expensive and limited edition.

The rest of the time Mari spends finding Miraculouses (Miraculi ?) lost in the world so if she happens to find a few priceless artifacts that aren't the Miraculous. She donates it.

Alix helps and sometimes go find them with her.

She has Tikki and Plagg and maybe Wyazz all the time to look for curses and counter it.

She has also met John Constantine. They have an arrangement of sorts. A few magical artifacts that doesn't have to Miraculous business are given to him in exchange for any miraculous stuff he has or found.

Adrien funds her trips.

He is married to Kagami.

Kagami goes with Mari and Alix for a few months sometimes. Adrien likes being a stay at home dad.

Their kid is named Marin/Martin because it was Mari who got them together.

The few trips Mari dragged him on was enough to make him stay behind and run the business.

(Back to the story) Damian fangirled a little because Mari had been doing stuff like this since she was 18.

It was an amazing reputation she has.

She invites him to her next trip after questioning his skill sets.

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"Are you good with heights, dark scary places and adventuring into the unknown?"

"Yes"

"You any good with guns, swords, knives, booby traps and keeping calm under pressure?"

"Yes. I have many experiences with them."

"Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes. Why are you asking me this?"

"Wanna join me on my next trip to the jungle of China? There are myths about some hidden temple."

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Damian was a little conflicted.

He hadn't have the chance to explore the world much. He had been somewhere else for a mission (for the League of Shadows or JL business) but never for pleasure.

Being a vigilante by night and working at Wayne Enterprise by day gets a little boring after some years.

His brothers had a chance to travel the world on their own for a while. Sure, for reasons other than sight-seeing and looking for something to break out of the rut he was in. But still.

This was an exciting opportunity but a tad suspicious.

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"Why me?"

She looked surprised at that.

"Oh. Well, my friends enjoy coming with me on my adventures, treasure hunting and all that every now and then except Adrien but they have other things in their life to come with me all the time. I can mostly survive on my own most of the time but it gets lonely travelling on my own and it's nice if someone is there to watch my back. I understand if you don't want to come. It's just that I enjoy your company and you aren't like those assholes on their high horses. My gut feeling says I can trust you. You are not after the treasure or see it as one big game. You are looking for an escape. You would definitely catch me if I fall. As you know from my choice of friends, i have a bad habit of pulling rich kids from their stuffy lifestyle and take them on potentially life-threatening adventures." She joked. Then she lowered her voice, "Besides, it might be handy having a former assassin around."

She said in Arabic.

His hand went to his hidden knife and found it not there.

"Looking for this?" She said, holding it.

"How much do you know?" He hissed back in the same language.

"Relax," she gave back the knife, "my mother was one and I have accidentally came across a few in my adventures. I know one when i see one. I took a stab in the dark with your middle-eastern background. Speaking of, you know Talia Al Ghul by any chance."

He narrowed his eyes.

"She's my mother. Why?"

"You look like her. Met her a few times. Nice lady but scary. Mine's Sabine Cheng, goes by the Blue Reaper." She said it so casually like their parents weren't dangerous deadly assassins and had normal jobs.

"You aren't normal, are you?"

"What gave it away?"

"That you willingly gave away blackmail material to me."

"Normal people don't have assassins for mothers. And you and me aren't exactly meeting the minimum standards for normal. Besides, I just told you a family secret that you would have found out anyways with a through background search and a little digging. So far all I know about you is that your parents are Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne-I wonder how an assassin got together with a billionaire-, you are a former League of Shadows assassin, you are great with weapons, keeping secrets and so far meeting the criteria for an adventure buddy. That's all I swear. And that you have some pets. A cat, maybe."

"How you know about my cat?!"

"Cat hair on your clothes." She was good. "If it will ease your mind about me, you can ask me 5 questions that I will truthfully answer. "

"So why are you doing this?"

"That's question 1. Well, I really want whatever this is between us to work. Partners, Friends, Companions, Comrades. Whatever you want to call it. Like I said, I get lonely sometimes and need some human interaction to at least keep myself sane. You looked like you want to be somewhere else and I thought this is perfect. I am not going to tell anyone about you or push you to join me. I swear on my mother's sword."

"Are we killing anybody?"

"Mostly I try to avoid that as much as possible. Sometimes I get into situations with no other alternative. " She looked away guiltily.

"Fair enough."

"Not judging me for that. That's a first for me."

"I am a former assassin and have killed before. I have no right to condemn you for your past."

"How much are you willing to tell me about this hidden temple?"

"That has to do with a secret. I would tell you more when there are less ears around. But this temple was said to hold a magic jewel that grants some powers and it is located really deep in the jungle. Getting there might take months."

"You forgot to mention that last one."

"Oh yeah. You think you can get away for some months. This kind of stuff usually takes a while. Like I said before, no pressure. Anyway, 2 questions left."

"What's my salary?"

"Aren't you a billionaire?"

"My father is. I have a trust fund and I get a salary for doing my job at the company. You are lucky that I just finished with most of my assigned projects so I might be able to come."

"I am so sorry about just assuming things about you. You can say no to the offer. The temple is said to hold some other treasures but I mainly want the jewel. We could auction off a few bits and pieces. I usually just donate them to museums and universities or sell them to those who really appreciate the history. I would also pay for the entire expenses for the trip."

"Can I think about this?"

"Sure. Here's my number. I leave on the 1st of next month. Gimme an answer a week before that so I can make the proper arrangements. It has been fun talking to you, Damian."

She walked away, going towards the buffet table.

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Back in the car on the way home to the manor.

Bruce asked, "Who were you talking to for that long?"

"Who?"

"The one that gave you her number."

"Oh. MDC. She invited me to join her in China next month to find some hidden temple."

"She did?"

"Yes. Not only that she found out about mother and know what I did before I came here. She doesn't know about Batman, Robin or Crow. And she said she wasn't going to blackmail me but just wanted a companion to go with her. Ideally, it would be best to silence her before she digs any further into me but I trust her. I sincerely believe that she meant it when she said that she's not going to tell on me. And I am really tempted to take up on it."

"What do you want to do?"

"On one hand, i would be gone for months so there won't be Crow in Gotham for a while and I have a few projects I need to finish up. On the other hand. Father, I have been a vigilante for over 10 years now and I haven't really done much out besides that, school and now work. I have appreciated all you have done for me over the years. But I want to go with her. Do something that is not connected to Batman or Wayne or Al Ghul. Just a little something different for myself."

"You can go if you want. I am not going to stop you. I will make arrangements so the projects would be done by someone else. The others can cover your patrols. You are still young so it is understandable to want some fun every now and then."

"Thank you, Father."

Bruce put his hand on his shoulder.

"I am proud of you as Crow and as Damian Wayne. But if you want to go find some hidden temple in China just for a break from this life, to be just Damian, go for it. There are worse things you could do. Just tell me if you are going to go on any future trips like that." (I don't know DC much, sorry if that is a little OOC but I like good dad! Bruce.)

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Damian dialed the number on the card.

"Hello"

"I accept your offer, miss MDC."

"Damian? Right, text me your email address. I will sent you things you would need to pack and flight details. And can you come by to the Gotham Rose Hotel tomorrow? I will give more details on the temple."

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Damian comes by the hotel.

Marinette tells him of the kwamis and miraculous and makes him swear to not tell anyone unless they already know.

The hidden temple actually might have a miraculous.

Damian gets a little interested in the akuma situation she mentioned.

Mari doesn't say anything about it much.

When he got back, he goes to the Bat-computer and did some digging.

Ladybug looks a little familiar. Pulls up younger picture of Mari and look at that, she used to be a superhero.

Wonder Woman was kept informed of things and made sure no one goes to Paris without her knowing.

Zatanna helped capture the villain Hawkmoth and end his 2 year reign.

Fast forward, they are in Beijing now, sleeping off jetlag.

The next morning, They get out of the city somehow to the city limits and somewhere remote.

Mari uses Kalki and transports them to the jungle.

They set up camp. Cue Campfire stories.

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"I thought getting here would take months."

"No actually, finding the temple would. According to my research and the map I copied through less than legal means, it is somewhere in this general area. There used to a city around here too and the king or emperor pissed off some powerful priest or wizard, take your pick. There was a curse. The city crumbled down and the temple is the only thing standing because the king went there and prayed to the gods for protection. The one who answered his prayers and protected the temple in doing so the king was pressed into service of the god. The king did everything the god said for a while but later, he started to hate it and began disobeying the orders. The god cursed him for his disobedience. The temple he was protected in became his tomb and he was tasked to protect the chest inside the temple for the rest of eternity. Anyone who opens the chest would gain the ultimate power to rule the earth. Thankfully, we are not after the chest. Some powerful crack-head with a misused miraculous tried to find it and open the chest for more power. But he never returned. My theory is that the miraculous is still in the temple. As long as we don't wake up the king or go for the chest, we would be okay."

"What are the guns for? And How did you get them past security?"

"In case of emergencies, an army of undead was mentioned and guns are surprisingly good repellent. Well, most of the time. It's useless if there is a no weapons can kill 'it' rule. Then, it's just a stress reliever. I kept them in a pocket dimension. Makes it easier to get around."

Damian vowed to never let Marinette meet Jason. Judging by the pile of guns and occasional knives and other weapons she took out of the brown satchel which apparently holds a pocket dimension, Jason would adopt her. He wondered if that was all that was inside in.

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They packed up and started searching the jungle for hidden temple.

It was a month and a half before they found it.

They bonded a lot during that time.

They had a moment after drinking a little alcohol which Mari has in the pocket dimension. Or Drank a lot of alcohol and had sex.

It was awkward and they both agree to not talk about it again.

Soon after, they found the temple. But it is still a little far away.

But the temple is not the only thing they found. They also found a campsite with many people milling around. Some of them carried guns.

Somewhat rich bastard who overheard their conversation at the gala. Heard treasure and found out where Mari's next expedition is.

Had the help of some scholar who wants to be famous for the greatest find since King Tut.

They found the temple even though they had no magical help, they left 2 weeks before Mari did, so yeah.

Rich Bastard's name is 'Philip Anderson'(This sounds familiar to me for some reason and I can't find out why.) and Scholar is 'Harry Scott'

They have armed bodyguards and some 'hired' help to get the treasure.

Anderson is still rich but his company had been getting losses the past 2 years and this is a quick, easy get rich scheme.

Mari and Damian: "Rich asshole on his high horse."

Anderson doesn't know about the chest but Mari and Damian thinks he does and it was what he was after.

They set up camp a little further ahead of Anderson's

Unfortunately, they were found by Harry. Somehow.

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I am going to continue this when I am more awake.

#damian x marinette #daminette #maribat #mlb x dc #treasurehunter! Mari #explorer!Mari #there isn't much of this

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pawsitivelymiraculous · 4 years ago

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Background info for the Mominette AU

I guess I should warn you guys that the next part is going to be super angsty. Like I had to rewrite it to make it slightly less angsty.

Anyway, here's some information about the Mominette AU as a whole since I'm keeping the chapters short. (This starts with Day 11: Mominette)

So Marinette is Bruce's older sister.

After their parents died Marinette did her best to take care of her brother.

And when Bruce left, you know to train and stuff, Marinette freaked out

She then left to find him to make sure he was okay.

That's when she stumbled into the ruins of the miraculous temple.

Among the ruins she found a man, weeping, holding a box to his chest.

That man was master fu.

As soon as he saw Marinette, Master fu knew that she was perfect for the Ladybug miraculous.

He tried to convince her to train with him, but Marinette refused until she found her brother.

Once she learned that he was safe, Marinette accepted Fu's offer because Marinette thought that with a miraculous she could protect Bruce, who was too stubborn to listen to her when she begged him to go home.

Master Fu trained her to use the Ladybug miraculous as well as the cat miraculous at first. As well as how to use the miracle book.

(The Miracle book is not lost but the butterfly and peacock miraculous are.)

Then he started teaching her about the other miraculous. How to use them and also taught her about the miraculous that were lost with the Feast incident.

Then one day when Marinette woke up and found the miraculous box and book, but Master fu was gone.

The box itself had changed. (No ugly egg but the design was different.l

Marinette realized that Master Fu was not only training her to become Ladybug but also to become the next guardian.

She didn't like it, but she didn't have much choice.

So she went back to Gotham, where she found her little brother going out as "batman"

And when she found out her reaction was like the John Mulaney quote that goes "You ever have those days where you’re like: 'This might as well happen'"

She upgrades his suit though, and infuses it with creation magic.

Then one day, Bruce appears at her door with a kid.

After hearing his story, Marinette understands why Bruce decided to take him in and tries to do her best to help him.

Dick and Mari are very close, so much so that Bruce is a little jealous.

Time passes, and Marinette is traveling when she hears about the boy who stole the tires of the batmobile

Marinette is offended that Bruce didn't tell her

So she goes back and sneaks into the wayne manor using the Cat miraculous, and finds her new nephew.

"Hey kid, wanna prank Bruce?"

Needless to say she gets payback

And Jason ADORES his new aunt.

He goes to her apartment so often that Marinette gave him a key.

Bruce is definitely jealous, but tries to deny it.

He and Marinette get into a huge fight because Marinette doesn't want Jason to go out as robin.

This is also one of the reasons why Marinette doesn't want to tell Bruce that Damian is his son. She doesn't want Damian to be trained from a young age to become a vigilante. (See Day 11 for how Marinette got Damian)

Speaking of Damian, Marinette let Jason babysit once. But there was an incident involving a microwave, croissants and pizza rolls.

Jason was not allowed to babysit or touch food in Marinette's kitchen ever again.

Bruce knows that Damian came from the League but doesn't know he's his and Talia's son.

Alfred knows obviously

And Dick is a great babysitter.

For a couple of years everything is great, but then one day everything changes

See Day 15 to find out what happened.

Mominette Tag List

@emistar0 @nyx-in-line @ramos123 @southamericangothamite @buginetye @vroomtaka @iwantasecretidentity

Permanent Tag List

(If you want to be added please let me know)

@charme-de-malchan , @theatreandcomicfreak , @m3owww , @elliebelliegirl , @genevieve-the-demonologist, @vixen-uchiha , @t1dwarrior-of-earth , @waffleyunsure , @technicallyburninggarden , @azuremayscarlet , @vroomtaka , @emistar0 , @ichigorose , @maskedpainter , @art-is-hard-to-do-sorry , @alysrose-starchild , @jayjayspixiepop , @abrx2002, @nathleigh , @icerosecrystal

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #my trash writing #my writing #mominette au #mominette #maribat march

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h0neyjaehyun · 4 years ago

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☁︎ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 ☁︎

Summary // Song-ho mailed a beautiful dress to Tali with dream admiring her.

Characters // Talia Flores + Nct Dream (mention. Song-ho)

Month / Year // July 2017

Word Count //

Song-ho always loved making clothes for his friends, especially Karma and Talia, they both could literally rock anything. So every once an a while when Song-ho was free, or had inspiration he would make outfits or pieces of clothes for the girls and mail it to then since he is always out of town or lives far as he doesn't like being in one place.

He decided to mail out Tali a beautiful white dress one day.

"Tali you have a package!" Chenle yelled as he wasn't bothered to go to her room. Tali groaned as she had to fight her way through 2 pairs of arms as both Jaemin and Jeno were sleeping beside her. Talia tried to sit up but no luck as both tighten their hold on her.

"I really care about you both and your beauty sleep but I would love to get my package." They shook their heads lazily.

"You can get it later." Jaemin bargained, Jeno nodded in agreement.

"No, its a gift from a friend, and he wants my reaction to it." Tali stated, both boys looked up at her when she said 'he'. As in a guy.

" 'He' ? Talia? Who is this he." Jaemin questioned her right off the bat.

"An old friend and he got something for me and wants me to try it on, and the clothes he makes are beautiful so excuse me." She tried to sit up once again but once again failed to do so.

"Nope, we can only give you gifts." Jeno stated holding her down as she whined in protest.

"Noona?" Chenle called out for her again wondering whats taking her so long. She tapped the boys arms as a signal to let her go. The both sighed and let her go in defeat.

"Coming!" She jogged to the living room to see a package in Chenle's hands, the 2 boys followed her still looking sleepy.

"What is it noona?" Chenle asked in anticipation. He sat next to her as the other two stood behind the couch behind her. (Does that make sense?)

"I don't specifically know but all I know its clothes." Tali opened the box to see a wrapping dress with a white head band attached to it with a note cliped on the plastic part. She opened it to see a cute note.

Sup butterfly, I saw you wear this all white outfit on your performance for Whistle backn in January so I took the all white inspo as it looked beautiful on you and made it a dress with a headband.

It bring your innocence out, so do me a favor and make a mini photoshoot? I bet your members will do it as they a literally will do anything for you. I'm becoming one of those fans, but no they love you Talia, but I think if make you hair wavy and innocent make up it will complete the whole look.

I love you and take care please, last thing we need you is dying on us so take care.

- Love Song ho

Talia smiled at the note and put it to the side so the boys can read it as she felt the stares of curiosity. She got out the dress it was this long flowy silky sweet heart neckline, with puffy sleeves, with a bow around the waist, and leg slit dress. Tali looked at it in aw, as the boys did too. Chenle grabbed it and got up with Talia confused.

"Wanna try it on?" Talia smiled and nodded. She got up and went to put on the dress. The guys all sat down waiting for Tali to come out. The heard the front door open the turned to see Renjun, Mark, Jisung and Haechan coming.

"Hey guys what are you three doing sitting?" Mark asked joining them.

"We are waiting for Talia she got a package from a friend who seems like he designs clothes and sent one to Talia as a gift she trying it on right now." Jeno explained still looking at the door waiting for her in anticipation. The other 3 joined the wait and kept asking questions on what the dress looked like but they kept saying to wait till she comes out.

Tali is actually quite quick with the outfit change and decided to do the hair and make up since it was gonna be simple. She was glad she had short hair and not her long hair. She heard the boys ask questions what the dress looks like while the other 3 say just to wait.

She giggled and went to her long mirror and saw the full outfit, he was right it did bring out the innocent side of her. She put on heels white heels that had a bow on the front of both. She walked to the door and opened to reveal the outfit to the guys, the boys stopped talking and looked at Talia in aw. Jaemin got up first and spinned her around showing off her outfit more.

"Noona you look so pretty." Haechan jumped up to hug her she gladly accepted.

"He's right Flower you look really really pretty." Mark said as the other agreed.

"Great lets take some pictures." Tali clapped excited, the guys paused and looked at each other, she noticed and got confused.

"Whats wrong?" Jaemin looked at her and smiled softly.

"Well, if we post them guys are gonna come after you." Jaemin said chuckling while the others agreed. Tali rolled her eyes.

"Thats nonsense." She waved off but they shook their heads.

"No its not, you are our noona, well except Mark hyung, but we would like to keep you single for longer." Jeno said ask they nodded. Tali sighed.

"Even if I get in a relationship I will not leave you guys now come on lets do this before it gets dark." She shook Jaemin's hand while pouting, the guys sighed and started to get moving.

"Alright come on Flower." Mark said putting his jacket around her the guys surrounded her making sure no one will get near her and she was oblivious to it. They made it to the park with a flower field with it. Renjun helped her get in the middle of the field she smiled shyly as Jaemin started taking pictures. She saw some people looking at them, and she looked down embarrassed.

"Ah noona you need to look up." Chenle said trying to get her attention. The boys found her shyness adorble as her cheeks got more rosy.

"Ah cute."

"Noona don't be embarrassed you look really pretty."

"He's right noona."

Tali shook her head and looked up. The guys smiled at her. After a few minutes it was over Tali went to look over Jaemin shoulder to see the pictures. Jaemin looked at her for split second, his breathe hitched as he admired her but Jeno noticed and quickly nudged him to come back to reality.

He cleared his throat and showed the other guys the picture. Jeno and Jaemin looked at each other, Jeno's eyes soften as he sees his bestfriend flustered. He looked back at Talia who hand no idea what happened. Haechan and Renjun looked at Jaemin then at Jeno who made eye contact with both of them. The boy sighed, and moved on.

"Can we go get ice cream?" She asked Mark as he usually does the decision making. He can usually deny her but the outfit and makeup doesn't help one bit. He nodded and her face lit up she hooked Renjun and Haechan's arms and started walking to the nearest ice cream shop. The rest followed really just really admiring Talia.

Jeno looked at his bestfriend for a second, he saw him looking at Talia with heart eyes, like girls would when they looked at Jaemin at school. But he can't necessarily blame him she looks gorgeous, but he knows those eyes are not just admiration. It way more than that, he noticed since she became a trainee at sm. He looked at her differently, not like the other guys did.

Not like Jisung who sees her a mom, not like Chenle that sees her like a older sister, or Haechan who sees her as his soulmate, maybe even Mark who admires her like a role model, Renjun who sees her as a precious older sister, or like him who sees her as a little sister. No its bigger than that way more.

And he knows he can never do anything about it.

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here-be-hyper-fixations · 4 years ago

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Drabble #6: Sanctuary Aftermath

JayRoy, cause I love that pairing (but also angst). Neither actually appear here (Roy’s dead and Jason hasn’t yet been informed), they are just talked about as the main subject.

“-meeting adjourned, we’ll resume tomorrow. Everyone go get some rest…”

The members of the Justice League shuffled out of the room, a heavy weight settled on each of their shoulders. Sanctuary had left the hero community in cinders. No one had escaped unscathed. Whether they were dead, hurt, or had lost someone, no one came away intact. So here they were, finishing up the debrief, and waiting to deal with the clean up tomorrow. Some left the with reddened eyes, others furiously wiped their cheeks, trying to erase the tear tracks. They’d lost too many at sanctuary. People were meant to be safe there, to heal…and yet…

Only four people remained, the big three, and Oliver Queen. They were all still sitting at their seats, the silence threatening to drown them. The archer hadn’t spoken at all during the meeting. It was completely understandable…despite everything, he knew Oliver loved Roy as a son. Bruce knew what it was like to lose a child…first Jason, then later Damian. He found himself thanking whatever force there was that he had gotten them back. That wouldn’t be the case with Roy. According to Dinah, his body had been cremated as per his will’s instructions.

“Bats…” Oliver’s head was in his hands. His voice was rough, unnervingly quiet, but somehow steady.

“Oliver, I…,” he sighed, letting out a long breath, “What do you need?” The archer ignored his question. He kept his eyes locked on the table in front of him.

“Have you told Jason yet?”

“No. I haven’t gotten around to locating Red Hood.” Bruce winced as he spoke. That should have been one of his top priorities, but Jason was difficult to locate, impossible if he didn’t want to be found. But that shouldn’t have mattered…he should have just bit the bullet and contacted Talia as soon as they’d identified the body. He knew his son was close to Roy Harper, he deserved to know his best friend had died. Oliver raised his head, covering his mouth as he glared, vibrant green piercing daggers into Bruce.

“Might wanna do that,” Green Arrow hissed, “sooner rather than later.”

“They were good friends, were they not?” Diana’s lips were pulled into a frown, exhaustion evident in the bags under her eyes and pallor of her skin.

Oliver snorted, a bitter chuckle escaping his clenched teeth.

“Best friends – or so I thought,” he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small black box and sliding it towards Bruce, “but best friends don’t buy each other engagement rings, do they?”

Bruce gingerly picked up the box, hesitating a moment before opening the lid. He nearly dropped it when he saw the polished platinum ring nested in black velvet. It was deceptively simple at first glance but looking at it more closely Bruce could see intricate details carved into the shining metal. The combined symbols of Red Hood’s bat and Arsenal’s arrow took center stage in the design.

“Fuck…”

“I’m guessing you didn’t know either?”

Bruce couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes away from the glinting ring. No, he hadn’t known, hadn’t even thought that…he knew they were close, but dating, considering getting married? No…no, how could he have missed something so important?

“You’re sure? They were together?” Clark’s eyes were wide, flicking between the box and Oliver. Diana placed a hand on Bruce’s shoulder, a solid weight grounding him to the present. He had to tell Jason…

“Dinah and I, we went through Roy’s things, his will, his photos, his phone…looks like they’ve been a thing for a while. They were serious about each other.”

Oliver brought out an older smartphone, tapping on it a few times before sliding it across the table. It was open on Roy’s wallpaper – a picture of him and Jason holding Lian. The red head was kissing Jason’s cheek while he and Lian stared up into the camera. They were smiling. Bruce couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Jason smiling like that…unworried and genuinely happy, eyes shining and a soft brush dusting his cheeks. The Bat choked as he tried to keep his composure. He’d already been dreading telling his son before, but now?

“I need to call Talia. She should know how to find Red Hood. Do you-” Bruce closed the box, holding it and the phone out towards Oliver. The archer waved his hand and slowly shook his head.

“Hood should have those. It’s what Roy would’ve wanted…” Oliver’s lips pulled into a sad, bitter smile.

“Tell me when you find the kid. We need him to go over Roy’s will.”

The Bat nodded, then tucked the box and the phone away in his belt. He ignored Clark and Diana’s calls and walked out of the room. He had to find his son.

Bruce had broken the news of a loved one’s death to many people, hell, he was the one who told Dick and Alfred about Jason. But telling his son, his baby that his partner, his best friend, his lover was dead…for the first time in a long time, the Dark Knight found himself truly lost.

As if on cue, his communicator pinged. He pressed a finger to the bud in his ear.

“Talia…”

“Beloved.”

Bruce sucked in a breath. This was for his son and no matter his own personal problems with Talia, his boy came first right now.

“I need to find Jason.”

#drabble #Jason Todd #jayroy #fanfic #dc #big oof #might write more of this later idk #small plot bunny I wanted to get out of my head #If i continue this then I haven't decided what to do with Lian #that's why she's only mentioned once #If she's alive then I think that Jason would cut down on vigilante-ing to be a single dad #if she's dead then...extra angst #oof #I wish Roy's death had more of an impact on Jason in the comics #I mean come on #We coulda had Kory and Jason reuniting to mourn him #this is unedited btw #lol

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goldandbluesmiles · 5 years ago

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Bloody Courting

Summary: “There are two types of omegas that make it in our world and especially in Gotham. There are the ones like me that wrap Alphas, Betas and even other omegas around their finger, make them dance to their tune. You will not be that omega. You are too brash and forward to it. You will be the omega that goes ahead with the sheer force of will. They will respect you and if they do not, they will fear you,”

Jason had nodded, listening to him with rapt attention.

“And remember, if any of them think they are worth you, make them prove it no matter than their designation. Do not ever settle for less than what you want,”

These days he was really wishing that he hadn’t driven the last point very hard. Because really the dead bodies were getting a bit ridiculous.

Note: This is part 2. You can read part 1 here.

TW: Mention of death, blood and dead bodies. Nothing graphic. It’s Earth 3 so things are a little messed up/

Ao3

xxx

The crime syndicate usually left most of Gotham alone, content with the reports Owlman brought them.

The only time they interfered was when someone stepped out of line and it involved Gotham city.

And Lex Luthor had stepped out of line. The Queens and Waynes were the ones who usually handled Luthor's little shows of rebellion. So Arsenal was sent to Gotham to follow the rumours of Lex bringing supplies there. Usually, Talon would work with him. However, Talon was unavailable so the syndicate was looking to the other Wayne protege to partner up with the alpha.

"I hate it when they interfere with us," said Jason, "I could handle it myself,"

"The investigation was started by the Queens, Kiddo," Bruce told him, "And it could be worse, they could have sent one of the Lanterns or god forbid, the Kryptonians. Their egos are unbearable. Anyway, Roy's a good kid, about Dick's age. Loves murder and mayhem as much as you do. I think you might like him,"

"Hmm," was all Jason said

It was the calm before the storm.

xxx

A week into the investigation, Jason and he were having dinner when the subject of Roy Harper same up.

"I haven't really head from you since the whole situation started. How's it going?"

Jason grinned, "Pretty good. You were right, I do like him,"

Bruce tilted his head. Interesting.

It wasn't that Jason hadn't ever proclaimed to like someone before, platonic or otherwise. It was just that he had never said it like that.

A pretty smile on his face, eyes flitting everywhere and light pink ears.

Interesting.

Either way, Jason was an adult. He could handle his own affairs.

xxx

The bouquet of flowers was beautiful. Red roses, white lilies and pink orchids, all tied together by a black bow.

It was lovely, really.

Except that it was clutched in a severed hand.

An expertly cut and embalmed severed hand.

But it was a severed hand.

It had been a while since a gift like this had ended up on his doorstep but it could only be for one person.

Good thing he was here today.

"Jason!"

Jason came running out and grinned when he saw the bouquet.

"My favourites!"

"Who are they from?" Bruce asked

Jason checked the note attached to the small finger.

Wait-was he-was he blushing?

"They're from Roy,"

Oh yes, definitely blushing.

Roy didn't need favours. Roy wouldn't disregard the Queen/Wayne alliance for a night of fun. Roy had deliberately sent the flowers over to Bruce's place on a night that Jason was there.

Well shit.

xxx

Bruce and Jason had lived together long enough that even apart their heats synchronized. Bruce usually spent it with one of his Alphas and Jason spent it with whoever had given him a nice gift that month.

But this time both Talia or Selina was unavailable so Jason had come over.

Bruce had always loved heats spent with his little pup, inhaling his soothing scent of lemongrass and sweet tea. Right now Jason was cuddled into his side, nuzzling at his neck and letting out small purrs.

So adorable.

"Hey B," he said, bumping his head against his chin

"What is it, baby?" asked Bruce, running a hand through his hair.

"I think Roy wants to court me,"

"Oh?"

"And the syndicate wants to shut down Lex's whole side operation but you already know that,"

He did know that.

"And well, Roy's probably gonna end up staying here for a while since Gotham seems to be the base, Lex probably thought he could hide from Owlman,"

"Jason, point?" asked Bruce

Jason raised his head so Bruce could see his face.

"Roy. Courting. How do you feel about it?"

Oh. Wow. Okay. Jason was actually serious about the older alpha.

"I trust your judgement, kid,"

Jason flashed him his brilliant smile, "Okay!"

Bruce gently rubbed Jason's back as he snuggled down again.

Jason liked bloody gifts and a courting would entail many more of them.

But Bruce had put up with them for this long. He could do it for the duration of the courting.

How bad could it be? It's not like Jason even lived here anymore.

xxx

There was a dead body in his living room.

Bruce recognized the man. He had put a hit on him a few days ago. He would have loved to go after him himself but that's not what was expected of Bruce Wayne and Jason was busy. So, in his brother's and the Talon's absence he ha ordered a hit with a reward.

Usually, anybody who completed the hit would bring proof to an agreed-upon location and then would be given compensation.

This time the body was in his living room. And it was dripping blood.

And Roy Harper was standing over it. Kori right behind him.

"You know if that's for Jason, he's not here and probably wrong...subject,"

"Oh this is for you," said Roy

Oh. Bruce looked from the body to Roy to Kori.

"Sit down, please,"

Roy and Kori took the matching armchairs while Bruce took the love seat.

"I'm going to assume you somehow got access from Dick," said Bruce

"Yes," said Kori

"Explain this to me," he told Roy though he had an idea of where this was going. Some alphas liked to ask permission to court young omegas. Now Jason didn't need anyone's permission to do anything but Bruce could respect Roy's desire to deal with any possible issues.

"Well," said Roy, "As you know, Jason and I have become close while working together and I've been thinking of he was to give us a chance, we would make a good match,"

Bruce waited for the next bit but nothing came. Roy just sat there looking at him expectantly, an impassive look on his face. Kori looked a little like she was bracing for impact.

He took another look at the body, at the alpha in front of him and-

Oh.

This Bitch.

This alpha had specifically gone hunting a man Bruce wanted dead.

This alpha had broken into Bruce's home with the body of a man Bruce wanted dead.

This alpha had brought Bruce's future daughter-in-law with him to break into Bruce's house with the body of a man Bruce wanted dead.

Roy wasn't asking permission. Roy was informing Bruce of his intentions.

In Bruce's house. With a dead body. And Bruce's oldest son's fiance.

God Damn. Bruce had to admit he was impressed.

Didn't mean he had to leave the alpha unscathed.

"You know Roy," said Bruce, "This reminds me of the time Talia courted me,"

"Oh?" said Roy, looking mildly surprised

Bruce smiled. Jason had obviously told him that his dad wasn't the mild-mannered omega the public thought he was.

"Well, on one of our dates she took me out on an outing," said Bruce, "You know, a late-night picnic, some stargazing, walking hand in hand in a field-"

Bruce paused and looked up.

"Some murder under the moon,"

The jerk Roy's body gave was positively amazing. Kori was starting to look amused, probably remembering the first time she and Bruce had had a similar conversation.

"At one point Talia sat down and just watched me slash people's throats. Said I looked pretty doing it. Though, I was also very young back then,"

Bruce gave the alpha a winning smile.

"What do you think Roy?" asked Bruce, "Would I still look good killing people with a blade?"

Rou gulped, "I'm sure Talia and Selina definitely think so,"

Bruce gave him a wide grin, one he had been told made him look manic.

"Good answer," he said, "Speaking of Selina, we once after this man that had dared to betray the Owlman. I still used to be a 'field agent' back then, if you know what I mean. Do you want to know what we did to him?"

"Did you kill him?" asked Kori

Oh, she was definitely amused.

"No. I personally consider killing someone as mercy," said Bruce, then looked at Roy, "Let's just say, he can no longer feed himself,"

"Oh," said Roy, starting to look a little green

"Ooh," said Bruce, sitting up as if excited, "This one time all three of us went after this woman who had seen something she wouldn't tell us about so to make an example of her we gouged her eyes out,"

Bruce gave another grin.

"With our fingers. Well," he said, waving his hand around a little, "My fingers,"

Roy nodded quickly

"Either way. We got off-topic. I think Courting is a lovely idea. Thank you for him. Could I interest you in something to drink?"

"No thank you, sir," said Roy, quickly getting up, "We should really be going,"

"Of course I understand," said Bruce, "I'll walk you out,"

Once the two had left, Bruce stayed by the door long enough to hear Roy screeching to Kori about not telling him how scary Bruce was.

Bruce chuckled and dialled a familiar number on his phone.

"Hi, Arrow. It's me. I think I might have traumatized your protege,"

xxx

Jason was in the den room. That itself wasn't an unusual occurrence.

The body packed in a plastic bag was.

At least this one wasn't dripping blood onto his floor.

"Jay, baby, what is that?"

"Oh, a dead body," said Jason, cheeky smile in place

Bruce snorted, "You know what I mean,"

"Roy gave it to me," said Jason, "It has art on it. Wanna see?"

Bruce sighed and went to sit by him, "Why not kiddo. Show me,"

Roy had used a blade to carve an intricate rose design into the skin. The carvings were deeper in some areas and barely there in others. They were also in crying shades of crimson. He would have to let the blood settle in some areas while carving some areas while the body was still fresh.

All in all, it looked like hard work.

"I'm guessing this is one of the people taking part in Lex's little operation,"

"Yup," said Jason, "Roy interrogated him and that did this. Amazing, right?"

Bruce chuckled and shook his head, "I really don't understand your interest in these courting presents,"

Jason just gave him an impish grin.

Bruce sighed gain and mentally braced himself.

This was only the beginning after all.

xxx

There was another dead body in the room.

And Jason was-uh-working on it.

"Jason, sweetheart," said Bruce, "Explain to me what you're doing,"

"Creating a gift for Roy," said Jason, "I mean who said that the alpha's the only one who has to give courting gifts, right?"

"Right," said Bruce, "And why are you doing this here?"

"Roy drops by my place too much, it would be better here. Also, it'll probably take a few days,"

Bruce refrained from asking what exactly the present was supposed to be or mentioning that Jason had numerous safe houses. Instead, he quickly went to his room and dialled two numbers.

"Oh hi Talia, Selina. You both picked up. Great! I need a vacation. Please take some pity on your dear, wonderful omega and take him on vacation. Yes-yes Selina. I am referring to myself in the third person! That is not the point!"

xxx

Vacation had been wonderful, filled with warm beaches, open skies and the two of his smallest pups.

They had dropped off Talia and Damian with the League and Selina and Helena had opted to also be dropped at their place instead of taking Bruce home. Which was great anyway. This way he had time to relax before-

"Uh, what are you doing?"

Jason and Roy instantly looked up from the dead body their hands were buried in.

"Oh, Hi dad," said Jason, I'd give you a hug but-uh,"

Roy had gone very very still.

"That doesn't answer my question," said Bruce

"I thought you were supposed to come home tomorrow," said Jason

"I was," said Bruce, crossing his arms.

Roy carefully took a step back.

"Sorry about this," said Jason, "We'll clean it up,"

"You better," said Bruce, "Also I think Tim is probably available. It's been too long since I've spoken to him. I'll go see him,"

"Yeah," said Jason, "Drake Holdings landed a pretty big deal while you were gone. He'll probably want to tell you about it,"

"Right," said Bruce, going backwards out of the house

Maybe he could stay somewhere else for a while.

xxx

"I mean I like a little blood and death as much as the next person but I like to keep it out of my house. Bloody life outside, inside I'm a normal rich person. These two keep bringing-hey! Are you even listening to me?! Timmy!

"You could just tell him to not bring his 'dead body' presents to your house, or at least the den and nest room,"

'...'

"How dare you?! I can't do that! It'll break his heart,"

'...'

"You're a mess, B,"

xxx

"Dad! Dad! look what Roy made me!"

Bruce took a deep breath and brace himself for another dead body in his den.

It-it wasn't a dead body.

It looked like a large snow globe.

Well not a snow globe, since it didn't have snow in it.

The globe was about the size of a human head. It seemed to be a part of Gotham, holding two figures standing over a third. Going by the uniforms, it was Arsenal and Red X, chopping off the head of someone.

"That's a gruesome scene," said Bruce

"It's the first outing we went on," said Jason, "But you haven't seen the best part,"

Jason twisted a key and the two figures started beating the first, there seemed to be an explosion in the background and line of-

"Is that real blood?" asked Bruce incredulously

"Yup, Roy installed a system in the bottom so it doesn't go stale," said Jason, "Amazing isn't it?"

Bruce had to admit, it was impressive.

"You really like him, don't you?" asked Bruce

"Yeah," said Jason, his voice suddenly shy and soft

Bruce smiled and kissed his forehead, "I'm glad. He better not hurt you though, otherwise, I'll be making a globe with his blood,"

Jason's laughter was like magic.

xxx

Jason had been quiet the whole day, mumbling when asked a question, barely speaking up and playing with his food.

It was when he was about to leave that Bruce finally brought it up.

"What's up with you, Jay?"

"Nothing," he muttered, pulling on his shoes

"Jay," said Bruce, gently taking his hand, "Talk to me,"

"The whole Lex thing is over and Roy is going back to Star," said Jason, "And I know we're good but at best we do long-distance and I just don't know if I can take that. I'll miss him,"

"I'm sure it'll be okay, Jay,"

"I'm not like you, dad," huffed Jason, "You don't see Tal and Sel for months at a time. I can't do that,"

Bruce sighed, "Have you talked to Roy about it?"

"We're doing that tonight," said Jason, "Kinda scared of the outcome,"

"It'll be fine," said Bruce, "And if not, you know where to find me,"

"Yeah," said Jason and opened the door. And stopped.

There was a body on their doorstep.

Tied up and obviously dead.

"Who's this," said Bruce, not even surprised at this point

"Traitor," said Jason, kneeling down and picking a note from the bodies' fingers.

"Your favourite stabbing place," read Jason

Bruce was about to ask what the hell was going on but Jason was already taking out a knife and slicing open the inside of the man's right thigh. He reached in and took out a clear plastic bag. Inside it was two keys.

"I'm guessing one's from Star and the other from Gotham,"

Jason smiled, "Yup,"

Bruce shook his head, "While I'm happy that your stress in elevated, couldn't he have sent them in some normal way,"

"You don't get it, dad," said Jason, "I never told Roy my favourite stabbing spot,"

Bruce had nothing to say to that.

xxx

Lex Luthor went quiet for about a year and then came back with an army of robots.

And since the Waynes and Queens had been in charge of subduing him in the first place, they were once again sent in. Since there was an army, everyone had gotten involved.

Bruce had even gotten both of his alphas to join in.

The battle took days but they had succeeded without any casualties on their side.

"Well," said Oliver, "This seems to be- oh you have got to be kidding me!"

Bruce followed the other omega's gaze and found Arsenal kneeling on the bloody ground in front of Red X. Bruce looked back at Oliver to see if he was upset but he only looked amused. Probably thinking the same thing as Bruce.

Why here?

"Well, at least Roy won't be sending me any more pictures of his courting 'presents'"

"Pictures," screeched Bruce, "You're mad at pictures! I had to put up with dead bodies in my house. Dead bodies with art, dead bodies with book quotes, severed hands, cut out hearts- don't even get me started on the intestines! And the blood!"

Oliver grimaced, "At least they seem happy,"

Bruce looked back to where Jason had now jumped into Roy's arms everyone around then cheering and applauding,"

"Yeah," murmured Bruce, "They're happy,"

xxx

The wedding was beautiful, both him and Oliver having pulled out all the stops for their boys. The suits were red instead of the traditional white. The theme set in the colour of the sunset. The wedding party was huge, composed of their siblings and the pack they had accumulated over the year.

Really, Bruce couldn't be prouder.

When it was time for the dance, the grooms first danced together and then their fathers and then their siblings. Eventually, Bruce ended up with Roy as his partner.

The young man grinned at him, "Hey Bruce,"

"Hello, Roy," said Bruce, "How are you feeling?"

"Right now," said Roy, "Kinda glad I can still feed myself,"

"Well, don't get comfortable. That can still be changed,"

Roy laughed as they changed partners again, having moved on from being afraid of Bruce's mere presence.

Later, both Oliver and Bruce were discussing the honeymoon with the newlyweds.

"I still don't know why you didn't let us pay," said Oliver

"Where are you going anyway," asked Bruce, "You never said,"

"Oh, Talia helped us plan it,"

Talia had good taste in vacation spots, maybe she recommended the beach resort at-

"We're taking a job for the League," said Jason, "In Paris. I mean we've mixed both things this long. Why change it?"

Before Bruce could say anything, someone else was pulling the two away for a picture.

"I'm seriously starting to reconsider our parenting of them," muttered Oliver

Bruce sighed and shrugged, "At least they're happy"

Olive smiled, "Yeah. Did I ever tell you how Roy became my protege?"

"You saw his talent, right?"

"Well, yes but there were a lot of alphas that wanted him considering he was one and I was an omega. But he refused to cooperate with anyone. He'd only work with me,"

"Loyalty," said Bruce

"Yup,"

The two omegas spent the rest of the time quietly talking about their perspective boys, laughing at their stories.

So what if the courting had been a little bloody, thought Bruce, their boys were happy. That's all that mattered.

Still, Bruce was glad they now had their own place and pack to show off their bloody presents.

His floor couldn't take much more. And he liked that floor.

#omegajasontoddweek #omega jason todd #omega bruce wayne #roy harper #bruce wayne #Jason Todd

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owlswing · 4 years ago

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Hi :), I'm glad that you are back, I have a question, I see that you have a design for Hiccup/Cat and Talia for War of Destiny that I hope you don't mind I would also like to draw, but I would like to know what your ideas would be for Jack, Merida, Rapunzel, Emma, Jim and Eret, I hope I'm not bothering with this question.

HELLO! This took me too long to get to, and I’m sorry! It’s also not a bother at all! You know me! I overthink everything so OF COURSE I’ve thought about their outfits though whether or not they’ll get mentioned within the story is questionable...

Yes, I have vague ideas for most everyone I think. For my sanity I’m just going to list their main outfits, but obviously when they’re at Hogwarts and such they’ll have school robes and whatnot. So beware, this will be long (I’m going to skip Hiccup since I already did his in an earlier post):

Talia: Her main outfit is obviously her pirate garb, though she has not donned it as of yet in War of Destiny! As mentioned before, Talia has the classic Jack Sparrow pirate hat to symbolize her rank of Pirate King. She has a long Red coat that reaches down to at least mid-calf because this girl has some razzle dazzle to her. White undershirt, thick brown belt on top, and black legging/trousers with brown high-heeled boots because my girl can kick ass in heels and look amazing while doing it.

Jack: My boy! So Jack’s is probably the most casual as it’s mostly just brown-grey trousers and a blue tunic with a hood. Very similar to his traditional look just a little more old-timey. No shoes, though he’ll occasionally don an old brown cloak to blend in better with crowds. He’s got his Sprite Braid with all the beads in it, which has grown out a bit by now, so that’s probably down to at least his shoulder.

Merida: Her travel/battle outfit is a grey-green, tea-length tunic/dress (it twirls nicely, but is weighted so it doesn’t flare out without movement. Yes I spent the time and brain power to contemplate the type of fabric.) She’s got a brown belt for her waist, but she’s upgraded her quiver so it now rests on her back. She wears arm-guards on both arms, she has brown leggings and leather boots.

Rapunzel: (inspired by her travel dress from the series) She has a pink undershirt with rolled sleeves and a black corset with tank-top straps. Slightly puffy shoulders. instead of a skirt she has tan trousers that are cinched at the bottom and a thick black belt with a good sized pouch at the small of her back filled with her medic equipment (it is enchanted to hold more than it looks.

Emma: Ahhhhh... She has soooooo many outfits and I don’t wanna spoil anything... There’s nothing super specific for her right now, so I would just say think peasant girl. (I can give specifics after more of her arc has been completed)

Jim: My other boy! He’s got his Durmstrang uniform, but his main outfit is honestly just black trousers and a blue shirt. Baggy shirt because it’s Fantasy. His clothes are pretty simple because he mainly uses the Trollhunter armor in battle, so his travel gear is very light-weight.

Eret: My sneaky boy! Okay, right now he be undercover, so he’s not wearing anything super identifiable. Just like, basic sailor garb. But his main outfit is going to be his classic get up from httyd 2. In this universe Eret has not had the displeasure of meeting/working with Drago, so he does not have the brand of the dragon hunters on his chest.

Hope this helps! :)

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years ago

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Winter Wolf: Part 6

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Eventual Natasha x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff

Word Count: 3,957

Box Filled: Gender Swap

A/N: This series was written for @marvelfluffbingo and it took on a life of its own. Enjoy!

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

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You were sitting in the living room, nearing the end of knitting a blanket for Wanda and Vision’s bed in the middle of the night, when you thought you heard a distant groan from behind you. Your head whipped around and you quickly hit the power button on the ‘radio’ Tony had made and dumbed down for you that was preset with songs and radios shows from the old days. A moment later, you most definitely heard a mumbled, angst filled ‘no’, so you gathered up the large blanket and your ball of yarn to figure out the source of the noise. You only had to go one door down when Bucky said ‘no Sam’ a little louder.

“Bucky.” You said in an even voice as you knocked on the door and pushed it open. “Hey Buck.” He whined in his sleep and with a sigh at invading is privacy, you walked into his room and flipped on his bedside light. “Bucky, you’re dreaming.” You said gently as you shook his shoulder. He bolted up straight with a loud gasp and you couldn’t help but gasp and jump back away from the bed.

“Shit… shit, (Y/N). I’m sorry.” He breathed as he crossed his legs under the blanket and ran his hand through his hair. “Did I wake you?” You shook your head as he looked over at you and took a deep breath to steady his racing heart.

“Not tired.” You said as you showed him the blanket. “Was trying to finish Wanda’s blanket so I can start on an embarrassing sweater for Steve, tomorrow.” He huffed a laugh and nodded his head as he scrubbed his hand over his face.

“Well I’m up now.” He said as he gestured to the TV. “Wanna finish it in here? We can watch some TV.” You ‘umm’ed’ as you looked between him, the TV, the door, and your blanket. You looked back at him and nodded slowly.

“Yea… yea that’s OK.” With a nod, he scooted toward you and pat the far side of the bed.

“Alright, let’s see this design of yours.” He said as he turned on the TV and turned it down. You smiled as you got up on the bed and carefully spread the blanket across both your laps so he could see it. You brushed your hand across the dark grey, raised patterned blanket with a smile.

“It’s almost done.” You said as you held on to the part you were working on so it wouldn’t come undone. “This one took me a little longer because of the size and pattern.”

“Wow, this is amazing.”

“Thank you. This was the only thing to really do during the Civil War.” Bucky nodded as he leaned back against the headboard and moved a pillow behind your back for you to lean on. “The woman that lived on the next plantation over… which was about a thirty minute walk mind you, we used to go back and forth on who’s porch we were sitting on to knit and wait for our husbands to return from the war.”

“You were married?” He asked as you leaned back on the pillow and went back to work.

“I was.” You said as you crossed your ankles with a nod. “His name was John… but he passed away in the war. Don’t go saying sorry now.” You giggled as you glanced over at him. “That was well over a hundred years ago.”

“Was he your only husband?” You nodded as you pulled the blanket toward you a bit as you came up to the end of the row.

“You may find this a little shocking but I’ve only been with two people in my life. I kinda had other things going on.”

“Wait, what?” He said a little loudly as he looked over at you. You shushed him with a laugh and nodded.

“Just John and Natalia… Natasha.” You corrected as you kept your eyes on your knitting to hide your blush. “I think… I mean… there are like giant chunks of my life missing and all still. But don’t you forget, I’m a lady and ladies don’t speak of such scandalous topics with men.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” He chuckled as he scooted down under the blanket and got comfortable. He didn’t say anything for a while and you assumed he was into his show but you were absolutely wrong. “So… um… well is there a video or something of you and Nat somewhere that maybe I could preview for scientific purposes?”

“If there was a video and you saw it, I would have to kill you.” You replied without missing a beat or looking up from your fingers.

“Alright then. No video. Got it.” He laughed as he rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. You smirked and glanced down at him before shaking your head and going back to the last dozen rows.

——

“Hey Buck, have you seen…” Steve said as he walked into his friends room. Bucky instantly shushed him and glanced down at where you had fallen asleep on his thigh when he was drinking a cup of coffee.

“She fell asleep around four and hasn’t moved since.” Steve’s eyes went wide as he looked at the clock on the bedside table.

“She’s been asleep for seven hours?” He whispered as he leaned against the door frame. Bucky nodded as he continued to run his fingers through your hair.

“I’m not moving.” Bucky said as he held out his coffee mug. “But I’m dying for caffeine, man. And a sandwich, too.” With a nod, Steve came over to grab the coffee mug and glance at what he could see of your peaceful face around the blanket you had finished that Bucky wrapped around you.

“Thanks for this, Buck. She really needed some sleep.” Bucky nodded as he smiled down at you.

“It’s no problem.” He whispered. “Not one bit.” Steve watched his two best friends for a minute with a smile before slowly pulling the door partially closed behind him so you could get as much sleep as possible… and so that the boy he knew had a crush on the girl could have a little more time with her to get the nerve to finally ask her out.

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“I wish I had your hair.” Wanda sighed as she and Natasha worked side by side, twisting your long hair into an intricate braid to get it out of your way for your first training session in the four months you had been at the Avengers facility. It had been decided by both Tony and Steve when you had gone a full month with no voices around the team that you would slowly be trained as an Avenger to begin ‘wiping the red out of your ledger’ as Natasha always put it.

“It’s not as much fun as you would think.” You said as you spun a pair of knives in your fingers expertly while watching Bucky, Clint, and Vision move the last few weights out of the way. “But I never cut it before and it would just feel weird to do it now.”

“Wow.” She said as she traded two of the pieces she had in her hand with two Nat was holding. “And it all looks so healthy.”

“Mutant hair.” Natasha said as she twisted the pieces she was given like she was supposed to and simply held them out of the way. “That was always my assumption.”

“You almost ready, (Y/N)?” Steve asked as he and Tony came into the large training room that had been cleared for you to spar with him.

“Ask the professionals.” You teased as you gestured up to the two women behind you. “I’m just along for the ride, here.”

“I’m almost done.” Wanda said as she grabbed the last two pieces from Natasha.

“So I was thinking.” Tony said as he leaned against the rails of the slight platform at the entrance from the dorms. “Maybe we should make this a little more interesting.” Everyone in the room stopped moving and looked up at him as he gestured to you. “Give her a real challenge.”

“And what do you mean by that?” Natasha asked defensively, coming to your rescue immediately.

“Well she’s been credited as the most lethal wep… person…” He corrected quickly as the knives in your fingers came to a dead stop at his choice of word. “Training her against just one of us…”

“I’ll do it.” Bucky said instantly as he stepped forward.

“No, I will.” Natasha said. “She trained me. I know her style so there’s less chance of me getting hurt.”

“So Nat and I.” Steve said with a glance over at you for your approval.

“And me.” Tony said as he looked at Steve. “Give her a real fight instead of people who are gunna take it easy on her.”

“Hey!” Natasha shouted indignantly and you quickly grabbed her ankle.

“It’s fine, Talia.” You said as you looked up at her through your lashes as Wanda twisted the braid up and pinned it into place in a bun on the back of your head. Nat glanced down at you as you set your knives aside and you gave her a subtle nod so you wouldn’t mess up your hair before it was even finished.

“Perfect.” Tony said as he pushed on the reactor on his chest, causing a suit to appear and spread out over his track suit. You sighed when Wanda told you you were done and got up off the floor.

“Are you sure you’re OK with this?” Steve asked.

“Have to be.” You said softly as you looked as the sleeve of the long sleeved shirt you had on. You sighed heavily before biting the bullet and just pulling the shirt off, leaving you in a racerback tank top and a pair of stretchy work out pants you had borrowed for Natasha. You avoided looking at anyone; not wanting to see the shocked or disgusted looks at the sight of your shoulder, on your way to the middle of the room.

“Let’s go.” You said as you lifted your hands and waved your three competitors forward. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as Tony wasted zero time. He zoomed toward you as fast as he could and you stood perfectly still until the very last second. You bent your knees and leaned back as he closed his arms around the area you just were. You grabbed his ankle on the way past and threw him down on the mat on his back.

“Come on, Tony.” You said as you prepared for Natasha’s attack that was coming. “Don’t go easy on me.” You quickly let go of his ankle and threw your arm between your neck and her legs. With reflexes unlike anything the team had ever seen before thanks to not only your training and your mutation but also the super serum that enhanced those impossibly more, you spun her around your body and dropped her on the floor beside Tony before he could even think to get up.

“Little love.” You tisked scoldingly. “Come now, Talia. You know better.” Without even breaking a sweat, you back handed Steve’s shield right out of his hand and across the room. “You know… if anyone else wants to jump in, feel free.” You taunted as you got in a momentary fist fighting match with Steve.

“Is she serious?” Clint asked as you shoved Steve back and caught Tony’s metal fist inches in front of your face.

“I… don’t know.” Bucky said slowly as you barely moved out of the way of a round house kick from Natasha while blocking a punch from Steve at the same time. Both guys watched in awe as you delivered a good punch to Tony’s suit, easily crumbling the metal with your arm before you went flying backwards from a punch from whatever enhancement he had on his suit arm.

“Watch it, Tony!” Steve shouted as you rolled to your feet and raced back into the mix with a renewed vigor the team hadn’t seen before. You lunged Tony and easily threw both of you ten feet across the room with an inhuman roar. “Wanda!” You growled and went to slam your fist into the face mask of his suit before Wanda threw you backwards off him. She held you down as Natasha jumped onto your chest at the same moment Bucky slid across the mat beside your head.

“Look at me, my star.” Nat said softly as you struggled against Wanda’s energy. “Hey, it’s over now…”

“Come back to me.” Bucky said as he brushed his thumb across your cheek. “This was a bad idea.” Nat nodded in agreement as you searched the blue and green eyes above your face.

“OK.” You said after a moment with a sigh as you forced yourself to let go of the fight. “OK, I’m here.” You said with a nod of your head. You took a deep breath, closed your eyes, and leaned into Bucky’s touch as Wanda let off her hold on you.

“There we go.” Bucky breathed as he smiled down at you.

“She alright?” Steve asked as he took a knee beside you.

“She’s with us.” Nat said as she brushed a few short strands of hair that had come loose from your braid back behind your ear. Steve nodded as he watched you look up between the two people hovering over you. Your heart pulled in two different directions as you looked at the woman that meant the whole world to you and the man that you were slowly but surely falling for.

“Alright.” Steve said with a nod as he pat Bucky’s shoulder. “Let’s get this place back in order.” Bucky nodded his head and gave you a small smile as Nat got up off your chest.

“Thank you for letting me watch you knock Tony on his ass.” Bucky whispered with a smirk. “That was priceless.”

“Yea, well I’d prefer not to make it a regular thing.”

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“(Y/N).” Bucky said as you sat on your bed, writing before you went to sleep, while he laid beside you rewatching the fight from that afternoon on his tablet. “Babe, watch, watch, watch…” You smirked and looked over at the screen right as you tackled Tony to the ground. “Boom!” He shouted with a laugh as he rewound it again.

“You’re finding too much joy in that, sweetheart.”

“Yea because it was super fucking hot!” He said as he hit play again. Your hand froze over the notebook and you glanced over at him with your eyebrow raised until he realized what he said. “Shit… (Y/N)…”

“It’s OK.” You said softly with a nod. “I kinda had an idea.” He smiled as he set his tablet on the table.

“You had an idea that I would find it hot that you beat up Tony?”

“No…” You said as you set your pen in your notebook and handed it to him to put on the table as well. “I knew you liked me.”

“Oh, did you now?” He asked. You scoffed and scooted down next to him.

“Oh, sweetheart.” You said as you crossed your ankle over your knee. “I’m older than dirt, I know everything.”

“Is that so?” He asked as he rolled on his side. “OK. If you know everything, then tell me…” He said as he reached out and walked his fingers across your stomach. “…when did I first have feelings for you?”

“When you asked how many husbands I’ve had with enough jealously in your tone to wipe out an entire city.”

“I was not jealous.” He said as he pulled his hand back the slightest bit but you grabbed it before he could.

“Oh, don’t go getting shy on me.” You said as you laid down on your side in front of him. “That’s my job.” He smiled as he laid his head on the pillow he had brought over from his room which had taken up a permanent residence on your bed in the last month he had been sneaking into your room to prevent each others nightmares.

“You’re cute when you get shy, you know that, right?” He asked as he reached up and brushed your wavy hair out of your face. His smile grew as a blush raced across your face. “See, right there.”

“Stop!” You squeaked as you hid your face in the pillows. He just chuckled and scooted closer to you.

“I don’t think I could if I wanted to.” He said softly as he ran his fingers through your hair. You looked back up at him with a smile as he tangled his fingers in your hair at the back of your neck. You searched his eyes and your smile fell the slightest bit.

“You need to be patient with me.” You whispered as you placed your hand on his chest. “I don’t…”

“I know.” He agreed. “I have no where else I need to be.” You smirked and gently wrapped your fingers around the collar of his muscle shirt.

“Well I guess that’s a good thing for me then.” He nodded his head as he leaned forward and brushed your nose with his.

“Good for both of us.” He said against your lips before softly capturing your soft lips in his.

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Despite the fact that it was nearly two in the morning and they were all the way across the dorms from you, you could hear Natasha and Clint arguing as if they were next door in Bucky’s room. You closed your eyes and tried not to listened as you mentally cursed your enhanced hearing, but then Clint said your name harshly and you couldn’t help but sit up to listen.

“…I swear, Natasha. Everyone sees it. All you’ve done is drool over her since we found her…”

“I do not!” She screeched back and you could hear the tears in her voice you knew she would never actually cry.

“Oh, please. You’re always with her, you only talk about the good old days with her any more, shit, you even moan her name in your sleep! If you want her, go be with her. Just quit fucking lying to me about it!” Tears welled in your eyes as you slowly pulled yourself out of Bucky’s arms and stealthily climbed over him.

“Clint, I love you!” She said back as you walked quickly across the dorms to put an end to their fight no matter how much it broke your heart. But you couldn’t be the reason they broke up. “Yes, she has a place in my heart but I love you.”

“Sure.” He retorted, disbelievingly as you rounded the corner to their room and soundlessly pushed the door open. “You’re just saying that…”

“It’s not her choice.” You said as you crossed your arms over your chest. You met her tear filled eyes with your own and shook your head. “I don’t…” You swallowed thickly around the knot in your throat with one more shake of your head as you pleaded with your eyes alone for her to understand. “I don’t want her.” You could see her heart shatter in her eyes as you looked over at Clint with a straight face. “I’m with Bucky. I want him. Sorry if you were getting the wrong message from us but it was never the case.” You gave Natasha one last glance before forcing yourself to turn and walk away. You made it three steps before Bucky put his hands on your upper arms to stop you.

“You OK?” He whispered so Clint and Nat didn’t hear him as Natasha said ‘see, baby?’ to Clint behind you with zero heartbreak in her voice.

“I’ll be fine.” You whispered as a tear fell from your eye.

“Come on, sweetheart.” He sighed as he put his arm around your shoulder and lead you back to your room. He didn’t ask about what happened as he laid down beside you but as he put his hand on your hip, your tears fell softly on his pillow.

“It wasn’t something you talked about in my time.” You said softly as he slid his arm under the pillows and put his hand on your back. “Liking someone of the same sex… liking both sexes; it was very frowned upon. People were beaten and killed for being homosexual… for even suspecting it. So no one ever talked about it. And I never really looked at women that way so I just assumed I was just straight. But then I met Natalia.

I never meant to fall in love with her but I didn’t know what hit me. I was far enough out of cryo sleep that the parts of me that they fought to keep hidden were starting to seep through and after a hard day of training, where I got my ass handed to me by about five different Widows back, to back, to back, she was sent in to make sure my mutation patched me up properly. She had such soft hands…” A smile pulled at your lips at the memory and you huffed a laugh as Bucky brushed his fingers across your skin and listened. “She wasn’t the same Nat I know now. She was still young enough that there was a little spark of defiance in her… that is… before we both got wiped.” Your words fell off slightly as you looked up at Bucky, who gave you a small smile and nodded for you to go on.

“She’d sneak into my room late at night.” You said as you reached up and brushed your fingertips across his cheek. “Much like someone else I know. We’d just sit in the corner and talk until the sun came up. And one day I realized that I looked at her differently than I ever had before. I just… I fell in love with the beautiful, amazing, kind soul they tried to take away from her. But we both knew it would come to an end.” Tears raced to your eyes and you quickly looked away, causing Bucky to pull you closer and tighter.

“Did you know adamantium can’t break? They realized that the hard way but damn did they try with anything you could imagine when they caught us. And I may not be able to regenerate limbs and they couldn’t replace them if they just cut them off anymore but they found out they could make it to the bone before I started healing the holes. It was just a matter of hours. But the real torture happened to my little love when they wiped me in front of her and put me in cryo sleep before wiping her, too.”

“OK, enough.” He said softly as he pulled you even closer. “I don’t need to hear anymore of what they did to you, baby. It’s over now.”

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed as you buried your face in his chest; apologizing not only to him but to Natalia as well. He let you cry it out and didn’t say a word until you were all cried out.

“You still love her.” He whispered flatly.

“I always will.” He nodded his head and rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Can you still see yourself falling in love with me?” You pulled away from his chest and searched his blue eyes.

“I already have.” You breathed, barely audibly.

“Thank God, I’m not alone here.” He said before crashing his lips to yours.

Part 7

#Bucky x Reader #Natasha x Reader #Winter Wolf #marvelfluffbingo #Winter Wolf Series #Natasha Romanoff x Reader

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megamanx1994 · 6 years ago

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Xenoforce III Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Birth of the Battery (Disclaimer! I own nothing of Xenoblade!)

I was walking with Vivian to her house. “Wow, this is a pretty nice house,” I said, “It was really nice of you to invite me for dinner. Are you sure I didn’t need to dress up for your parents?” “Of course not,” she said, “My mom and dad are laid back people.” “That’s good to know,” I said. “Good thing they asked today because….” She started then looked away. “What?” I asked. “Its…. My grandfather,” said Vivian, “He’s kind of….” Someone opened the door. It was Vivian’s father. “Mr. Van Dinzel,” I said shaking his hand, “Pleasure to meet you.” “Please, call me Hank,” said Hank, “My daughter’s told me a lot about you.” Vivian’s mother was cooking dinner. “Michael, what a surprise,” she said as she greeted me, “I’m Talia.” “Hi Michael,” said Lin as she came down. “You already know Lin Lee Koo, out adoptive daughter,” said Talia. “See Mom and Dad, I told you he was a famous guy,” said Lin. “Now Lin, its Talia and Hank,” said Talia, “Ok we’re equals in the house.” “I’d rather just call you ‘Mom’,” said Lin. “What Talia is trying to say, is that we’re happy that you made a friend,” said Hank.

There was another knock at the door. “I’ll get it,” said Talia. She opened the door and it was Vivian’s grandfather. “Dad,” said Hank surprised, “I thought you weren’t due here until tomorrow.” “Well I wouldn’t want to miss seeing my son,” said Vivian’s grandfather, “Who’s this boy?” “This is my boyfriend Michael Morrison,” said Vivian, “I told you about him when you called.” “Not merely enough,” he said as he went to the table. “That’s my Dad, Russell,” said Hank. Later we were having dinner. “This is delicious Mrs. Van Dinzel,” I said. “I’m glad you like it,” she said, “Help yourself, there’s plenty for everybody.” “Oh V, I found this awesome record by this musician, Stevie Ray Vaughan,” I said, “The title track, Pride and Joy is amazing.” “We can listen to it after dinner,” said Vivian. “There will be no Rock n Roll music played in this house,” said Russell. “Dad, please,” said Hank. “Hank that music teaches kids to disobey their parents,” said Russell. “Some music is positive Mr. Russell,” I said.

“Its all garbage, it teaches kids to stay out past cerfew and God knows what else,” he said, “It tears down everything people like me have worked long and hard to build, well not in this house!” “That’s not fair Grandpa,” said Vivian. “That’s my last word,” he said. Dinner was a bit awkward for me. Later we were walking back to campus. “Sometimes I swear my grandfather….” Said Vivian. “Oh quit worrying,” I said, “Some of my relitives hate rock n roll music too.” “Really?” asked Vivian. “Yeah, its not a black and white thing its an old thing,” I said, “As far as I’m concerned, everything is alright.” “I’m glad,” said Vivian, “Hey, wanna see some stuff Lin and I are working on for the science off?” “Sure,” I said. Later we were at the lab. I saw a few of my friends there too. “Hey its Vivian,” said Bryan, “How’s it hanging?” “Pretty good thanks for asking,” said Vivian, “I was about to show Michael what I’ve been working on.”

“Well check out these bad boys,” said EJ. He was showing her the new flight wings that I was working on. “I plan on using these bad boys and a mix of Tae Kwon Do for the Science off,” said EJ, “Michael was the only one who would help. I tried to get Anela to make me a cerium that would give me super strength and agility, but she says that’s ‘not science’.” “Its really not,” said Anela. “Well I guess the repulsor gauntlets I asked Bryan for aren’t science either,” said EJ. “Nope,” said Bryan. EJ was listing his ideas. I followed Vivian into her lab. “So, what have you been working on?” “I’ll show ya,” said Vivian. She had a smoke ball in her hand. “Smoke balls?” I asked, “I think those were already invented.” She threw it at the wall and smoke came out. She then somehow absorbed it.

“This is what I’ve been working on,” she said. She had some kind of gauntlet on her arms. “How’d you do that?” I asked. “These gauntlets are built with a smoke absorber, so that way whenever I’m low on it, I can press this trigger,” said Vivian, “And this trigger near my thumb can be used to shoot out smoke.” She showed me what they could do. “With these smoke gauntlets I can either shoot out a smoke ball, or a smokescreen,” she said, “I just have to adjust the nozzle here and there to decide what kind of smoke I wanna use.” “Here’s what I heard,” said EJ, “Blah, blah, blah, science, science, science, smoke.” “Ignore him,” I said. “You know, I gotta admit, I wasn’t sure what to expect on our date,” said Vivian, “You always say you’re no one special but a lot of people have such nice things to say about you.” “Really?” I asked. “Yeah, and I’m glad I figured out the time to figure out why.” “So….. I’m doing ok so far?” I asked. “Yeah,” said Vivian, “You could say that.” We moved closer and were about to kiss then the alarm went off.

The lights were shut off. I used my digital headband to get some light. Vivian saw some people. “Hey!” she said. I recognized them. “It’s the space pirates!” I said. I saw some sparks in another room. “Shit!” said Denise. I went over to her to give her a hand. “What happened?” asked Vivian. “Those creeps came here and they’re destroying everything!” said Samus. I looked at it. “I can handle this!” I said as I got my tools out. I dealt with the wires that were broken and repaired them while Micah stopped the buzzing. After some hard work, the lights came back on. I then heard a scream. That sounds like Anela,” I said, “She must be in trouble!” Ratchet, Samus, and I rushed to the room she was in and we saw the creature. “Ridley!” said Samus, “Its gotta be a copy of him!” “Anela move!” I said. Anela started to crawl away. Ratchet and I started throwing debris at Ridley. “I don’t think its working,” said Ratchet. Ridley turned around and saw Anela near a wardrobe. He pushed it away. “Help!” she said.

I reached for my monado but I forgot I left it at the campus. “Shit!” I said, “Looks like I’ll have to do this the old fashioned way.” I jumped on his head and started punching it. “Samus, activate the plasma beam!” I said. Samus changed her cannon to the plasma beam and started shooting. “Its working!” I said. “I can see that!” said Samus. Ridley tried shaking me off of him. He then grabbed my leg. “Oh no,” I said. I saw a vision of the Ridley clone about to attack me. The vision ended and the ridley clone grabbed a huge piece of debris and tried whacking me with it. I ducked before it hit me. My headband fell to the floor. “Double shit!” I said, “Ratchet, grab that!” Ratchet ran up to it and caught it.

“Now what?” he asked. “Imagine something!” I said. Ridley tried hitting me again. “What exactly?” asked Ratchet. “Anything!” I said. Ratchet imagined a giant baseball bat. The baseball bat then whacked Ridley and he was down for the count. “Thanks,” I said. “Don’t mention it,” said Ratchet. “Is it dead?” asked Anela. “I don’t think so,” I said, “Just knocked out.” Professor Archibald, the person in charge of the science off rushed into the room. “What happened here?!” he asked. He saw that the ridley clone was beaten and plasma all around it. “Well you see….” I said. “It was my fault,” said Anela, “I must’ve somehow rigged it to wake up.” “Nonsense Anela,” said Professor Archibald, “Something else must’ve happened, but I don’t blame you or your friend Michael for what happened.” He turned to you. “As for you, I hope you realize how lucky you are,” he said, “Not much people who only spend less than a week here managed to take on a malfunctioning machine, nor did they live to tell the tale. You….. will be promoted.” “What?” I asked. “For sheer dumb luck,” he said. I looked at Anela. “I owed you Mikey,” she said.

I noticed some of the inventions were taken from us. “Shit,” I said, “It was a diversion.” I noticed my suit that I made was gone. “Damn it!” I said, “I should’ve kept guard over here.” “Don’t blame yourself Michael,” said Anela, “Nobody was hurt at least.” “Samus, let’s get out your power suit,” I said, “We’re gonna find these punks and take them down.” “Yeah, about that….” Said Samus. She explained to me about what had happened while she was away. “Really?” I asked, “REALLY Samus?” I was looking at the Power Suit I designed for her and it was badly damaged. “I acted with good intentions,” she said. “Don’t talk to me about good intentions,” I said, “You know I have a good intention to prohibit your ass from test driving anymore of my inventions.” “I’m aware of that,” she said. “Well it still functions right, so get it fixed up just like you found it,” I said with a serious tone, “And don’t have Anela making a bunch of modifications like a goddamn jet pack.” “Yes sir,” said Samus. “But….. keep the color scheme,” I said, “For some reason it looks good.” I walked away. “Talking to me about Good intentions,” I said. Samus turned to Anela. “Yeah we’re gonna have to kill the jet pack,” said Samus.

#Xenoforce #Xenoblade Chronicles #xenoblade chronicles x #samus aran #metroid #smash bros #michael morrison #lin lee koo #vivian van dinzel #FFEU Phase 2 #fan fiction extended universe #ratchet and clank #ratchet lombax #space pirates metroid #Ridley metroid

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godlyvan · 7 years ago

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02 | OPPORTUNISTIC

summary | friends with benefits ends because y/n can’t do this anymore, and van mccann laughs at her reason why.

warnings | swearing, a little smut, van mccann being a little shit.

a/n | i love hippo campus’ music quite a lot, so i thought i’d attempt a vanfic based on one of their lyrics from opportunistic. i hope you guys like this. enjoy.

lyric line(s) | I’d like you to savor the taste of me on your lips, I swear it's the last time you'll get it

The sounds from the speakers carried throughout the house, and throughout the hearts of its guests. Y/N walked in with a determination nobody could wither. She guided her new-found friend, Talia, through the crowd, weaving in and out of different crowds to reach the kitchen. There sat hundreds of red solo cups, some empty and some filled with an unrecognizable liquid, piled on top of the table in the kitchen. Y/N grabbed the bottle of vodka, the last bit of orange juice from the fridge, a bottle of grenadine syrup and two cups for her and Talia. “What’re you making?”

“Vodka Sunrise. It’s basically a Tequila Sunrise, but with vodka. It’s really good, I promise.” Y/N made the mixed drinks for the two of them, smiling as her friend took her first sip. “Good?”

“Very.” They spent most of their time in the kitchen, only removing themselves when there was a decent song on. They’d sway their hips to the beat, dancing with each other, not caring if anyone joined or not. Beads of sweat would accumulate at their foreheads, making the strands of their hair stick to their faces. Everyone was captivated by them, staring as their hips grinded into each others.

Talia was soon to be whisked away, leaving Y/N all alone in the kitchen, making mixed drinks for herself. That was all until he came in the room, demanding the attention to be turned towards him. He stole the room away from her, everyone’s eyes gliding up and down his body, looking over his all-black attire. “I assume you’re the designated bartender for tonight, then.”

“Can make you anything you want, darling. Just tell me what you need.”

“I’ll take anything you feel up to making.” Y/N smirked, fixing him up her specialty drink. She was truly an amazing bartender, always earning more tips than anyone else in the bar that she worked at. Janice, her boss, always made sure she’d work on Saturdays, reeling in the most money they get throughout the week.

“Here you are,” she smiled, handing him the cup. He wasn’t too sure about the drink. It looked well made, but he had never had it before. “It’s an old fashioned from where I used to live. Always made it at parties ‘cause everyone loved it.”

“It’s actually really good. Where did you learn to make this?” He asked, downing half his cup.

“Madison University in Wisconsin. Big on old fashioneds, especially the professors.. Never got your name. What is it?” She asked, her hand now resting on her hip. He smiled at her, taking a sip from his cup, licking his lips afterwards.

“Name’s Van. I was named after Morrison, y’know.”

“Oh really? Never woulda thought of that. Better not disgrace the name of Sir George Ivan, dude. I’d have to kill you.” Van raised an eyebrow at her, shrugging his shoulders.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love. Now tell me, why’re you at this party by yourself? Surely you’ve got someone who’d be interested in your company.” She went from looking around the room, to looking into his eyes in a split second, trying to decode what he meant by it all.

“I came here with a friend, but she wanted to leave with some fuckboy. Don’t mind being lonely, but I don’t entirely mind the company.” She winked at him, walking away into the living room. The sounds coming from the speakers had changed from some sappy Rihanna song, to an uptempo beat with lots of drums. One could probably headbang to this, but instead, hips were swung from side to side, alluring some of the guests in the crowd, who weren’t dancing, to find themselves someone to dance with.

“I thought you’d want me to follow, was I entirely wrong?”

“You were not wrong at all, darling. If you don’t dance with me, though, I might have to find someone else to.” He jumped at the chance, his hands resting themselves on her hips, her fingers gliding between his. Together their hips rocked and collided, his hands gripping her hips hard, her hands above her head, feeling the music. Something in their movements made them realize they needed to move this somewhere else quickly, knowing it wouldn’t be long until the other was going to need something more than what they were doing. “Bedroom?”

“Yes, please.” He lead her upstairs, walking slowly down the stairs into the basement. It was renovated to be an in home movie theater. There were couches all along the walls, with the movie screen almost as big as the wall. They took one of the far away couches, Y/N’s hands pushing Van down to sit on the couch. She climbed onto his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders as she finally found her spot to sit. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips hovering above his teasingly. Her thumb brushed over his lips, smiling to herself before biting her lip.

“You’re driving me crazy, love.”

“That’s the point, darling.” She moved his head with her hand, her lips dipping down to touch his neck lightly. Y/N dragged her tongue down his neck and back up again, pressing a light kiss behind his ear. A low groan came from his mouth as he laid his head back on the back of the couch. She smirked to herself before she began to leave a trail of kisses from his neck to his lips, making him moan from anticipation. His hands found themselves back at her hips again, some of his fingers tucking under her belt loops. He guided her hips to grind against his, eliciting a moan from the both of them.

The kiss started off soft, small pecks and gentle, little bites on bottom lips, but soon transformed into a hard, passionate one. Hands gripped whatever they could, whether it’d be hair, clothing, hips or shoulders. Tongues rolled against each other, making their moans become louder somehow. They only broke apart for air and to tear at each other’s clothes. Soon, the two would be completely naked, aside from Van’s pants, which was a pain to remove.

The pair moaned and whimpered until they rode out their highs, hot, white light blinding the both of them. Hip movement from Y/N became erratic, as well as their breathing. As soon as they came down from their high, they put back on their clothing. “Maybe we could do this again sometime, I had a great time.”

“Me too, hand me your phone.” And he did as he was told. He watched as she punched in her phone number, making her contact name ‘fwb’.

“Why’d you put down FWB?”

“That way you don’t get attached to me. Can’t fall in love if you don’t know my name,” she kissed his cheek, a smile quickly falling on her face. “Call me when you need someone to take away your loneliness, Van. See you ‘round.”

And he did call whenever he was lonely and in town. They’d meet up wherever they could, finding their way back to a hotel or some weird, cheap motel closest to them. He’d ask her questions if they’d be cuddling afterwards, which was very rare for them. “Are you ever gonna tell me your name?”

“Dunno. Maybe if we stop whatever this is between us.”

“Why would we have to stop? Why can’t I know your name now?” He asked, playing with the ends of her hair. She moved away from him, pulling on her underwear and pants before answering him.

“Like I said before, keeps you from falling for me.”

“Can you at least stay the night tonight?” He pleaded with puppy dog eyes. She didn’t realize she’d fallen right into his trap, unfastening her pants before climbing back into bed with him.

“Only this one time, McCann. No cuddling, though.” Van nodded, a smile stuck on his face the size of the moon. Of course, when she would soon drift off to sleep, he’d wrap his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. What he didn’t know was that she was awake the whole time, deep down knowing how fucked she was.

She ended up staying the night on many other occasions. They’d either drink or smoke and then fuck their loneliness away before falling asleep under the white sheets of his hotel bed. He’d always ask why they’d never fucked in her bed, but she’d always dodge this question until it was too late. Until she was already in so deep she would have to dig herself a way out.

“Can we go back to yours? I wanna see what you’ve got hidden away in your room.”

“No, we can’t. We’ve gotta stop doing this, Van.”

“Doing what?” He asked, “Fucking? Why the hell do you wanna stop?”

“I can’t do this anymore.” She didn’t want to tell him that she’d fallen for him. He looked into her eyes, trying to read her motive before she had said anything. “I need to stop this so I can move on. Can’t have some twat following me from place to place all the damn time.”

“Don’t act like I’m the one who’s annoying. You’ve called me more times this month than I ever have. You’re the only one who wants this to end. I’m perfectly fine with fucking you. That’s what this is - just two people fucking. Unless… you’ve got some feelings for me.”

“I don’t,” but he sensed the shakiness in her voice, knowing she was lying right away. “I don’t have feelings for you, and I never will.”

“Tell that to the tears in your eyes, love. You like me, and you know it.”

“I don’t fucking like you!” She yelled, running her fingers through her hair, Van’s smile getting wider by the second.

“You do, and it’s fucking hilarious. You were the one who told me not to fall in love, and here you are, crushing on me like a schoolgirl.” He laughed, his hands falling from behind his head to clutch his stomach.

“You’re a fucking dick, McCann,” she chuckled out, pushing him down onto the bed. She slipped on her shoes, pulling her jacket over her shoulders. “This is the last time you’ll see me for a good while. I hope you remember what I taste like, if not. You know how to reach me.”

And that was it, she disappeared from Van’s life without ever telling him her name. They’d text each other updates, Van telling Y/N all about the cities his in. He’d always ask to call, but she’d deny him the pleasure of hearing her voice again. But he’d be surprised when in the next couple of nights, she’d call him.

“Hello?”

“You’re in London, right?”

“Yes, why?”

“I need a favor.” And that was that, Van McCann would drive forty minutes to pick her up from the airport. They’d stay silent in the car ride back to his hotel room. Her flight had been cancelled, leaving her with nowhere to go. She didn’t want to bother him, but she’d kept up with Catfish and the Bottlemen’s whereabouts and had found he was right where she was. “Thank you, by the way.”

“Only way you’re getting out of this car, love, is if you tell me your name.”

“I’ll give you the first initial, that’s my offer.” He pondered it for a minute, wondering if it was worth it. The idea of car sex had never looked good until now.

“Fine, but only cause I’m tired, and I could really use some sleep.”

“It’s Y/F/I.” He proceeded to ask her over and over if her name was this, that, and more. She’d deny every name, even though he’d say it over and over. But he kept on guessing, having Y/N follow him to his room. She’d put her stuff down on the couch that lay off to the side. He shook his head, making her put her stuff on the bottom of the closet floor. She chuckled to herself, before casually moving her bag. “You’re fucking annoying, you know that?”

“And you are stuck in a hotel room with me until you can schedule a new flight. What do you wanna do to kill time?” He asked, a smirk playing on his lips. He prayed she’d want to have sex again, his body aching for hers.

“I guess we could have fun like old times, but I’d have to tell you my name first, wouldn’t I?” She asked, biting her lip afterwards. He nodded, grabbing the tips of her fingers with his. She walked slowly towards him, regaining that spot on his lap that completely belonged to her. “It’s Y/N.”

“Good, now we can fall in love and have a shit ton of babies. In fact, babymaking starts now!”

#vanmccann #van mccann #van #mccann #godlyvanoriginals #godlyvansongfic #my fics #songfics

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02 | The Weekend [part i.]

you ready bih? @rebellesixx (i pray this chapter is decent bc omg)

FRIDAY, APRIL 3RD

The sweet smell of coffee floated around me. Colombian grinded beans wafted into my nose, causing me to wrinkle up my face. I let my eyes follow the bodies of people walking passed me through the Plexiglas. Sunlight seeped right in front of my table in a crooked line—catching my attention whenever Maria would step in it.

“Hey,” I called towards her. Her tiny body stopped and turned towards me with look of mischief. Those big, doll-like eyes looked dead at me, causing me to smile.

“Mama,” she asked, her hands clapped as she did so.

I smiled and waved her back towards our table. “Don’t walk around without me,” I told her, grabbing her hand and pulling into my lap.

We had gotten a booth. The tables around us weren’t suitable for children. High tops with small black, metal legs. But the booths were wide and roomy, enough for me to sit Maria in my lap or next to me if she got to grumpy.

A chime sounded to my right—eyes locked on the person. A smile littered their face as I watched them catch me cowering away behind my hand. When they arrived to our booth, they picked Maria up out of my lap.

“And how is my favorite princess?”

Nadia had wanted to meet up somewhere after last week’s mess. With me being at work and picking up Maria from daycare, and her working at the salon all the time, we had no time except for today. Even then, it would be cut short because Chaos wanted to see his niece and talk to me, again.

Maria gave her a babbled answer before saying, “princey!”

We laughed in unison.

“You been havin’ a good week,” she asked me, sitting down in front of me. Her hair had gotten longer so she struggled to keep her curls out of Maria’s face as she maneuvered and scooted into her seat.

I sighed, rolling my eyes with puckered lips. “Let’s talk about how I’m goin’ to New York in the next five hours.”

“Talia!” Maria jumped at her voice, causing us both to laugh before Nadia ranted on. “Didn’t you just get over one life crisis already? The hell you goin’ over there for?”

“Well excuse the hell outta’ me, I see somebody’s in need of some coffee,” I scrunched up my face as I handed her a menu lying next to me. Her eyes glared at me before she snatched it and began to scan through it. With a childish grin, I pointed at new flavor on the menu. “Try the Belize Cappuccino.”

Nadia tried her hardest not to roll her eyes and give me a scowl as she started to take interest in the tropical advertisement of the drink, but soon failing when she finally looked at me. It never failed; trying to distract her is about the easiest thing to do. Between her and Maria I believe she had the quickest attention span of a fly, which is probably why she’s always trying ‘pay attention’. It never works though. Her eyes scanned mine; I busted out in a slight cackle.

“You not one ounce of shit,” Nadia noted, pointing her neon pink acrylic at me. I ceased my laughter, watching her through tear filled eyes as she gave me her infamous death glare.

“Remind me to do this more often.” I rubbed my eyes and took a glance at my phone. A text from my dad popped up—something unlike him.

“Why you makin’ that face,” at the sound of her question I looked up.

“Huh? Oh,” I shook my head and replied,

“Nah, my dad texted me—“she cut me off.

“Mr. Ramos can text?!”

“It’s Mr. Williams, and yes,” I answered, shaking my head once more. “It’s just an abnormal thing for him to do.”

“He must be excited to see you and the little one, ya know?”

I paused. My eyes never leaving my phone.

“Weeelllll about that…”

When I finally grew the courage to look at her, the face she gave me was priceless. Mouth agape, eyes wide—she gave Maria a look over before doing a double take at the both of us.

“You aren’t taking her? Uh,” she smacked her lips, “may I ask for the fuck why?”

“Stop cussin’ in front of my baby.”

She sucked her teeth, “answer the question Talia.”

I sighed before putting my phone back on the table. A waitress came to our table, my eyes pleading with her to stay just for a while—anything to distract Nadia.

“My I get your order ma’am,” the waitress asked her, pulling out her notepad. She was a cute girl, shorter than me with tawny skin and curly hair. “We have two new flavors, the Belize and Hawaiian Cappuccino.”

Nadia glared at me before giving the waitress a warm smile. “Uhm, I’d like to try the Belize Cappuccino please, hold the whip cream,” she finished, handing her the menu. When the waitress walked away, her eyes were back on me. “Now explain.”

“Chaos wanted to watch her this week, but you know how day care is set up and all that, soo I told him he could watch her for the weekend,” I explained, wincing up my face as if it would help me from any of her backlash.

“Does he know you’re goin’ to New York? A whole thirty billion miles away?”

“It is not that far, and he’s her uncle I’m pretty sure he can handle it.”

“Has even taken care of kids before?”

I sighed. “How would I know Nadia? All I know is that I’m trusting him with his niece for two whole days.”

“And you see no problem in that?”

“He said he was free this weekend, Nadia.”

“The streets don’t know what bein’ free for the weekend is,” I had to pause and gather myself when I heard that come out of her mouth because she was serious. Legit serious. It was taking everything in me to not fall out on the floor.

“You a trip,” I shook my head, pointing my index at her. “Dad wants me to come up there for the weekend and help someone’s PR team come up with some designs for some merch.”

“Extra guap?”

I nodded, taking a sip out of my latte. “I don’t know who it is tho’, that’s what’s killin’ me. Like how am I supposed to have an idea of what I wanna do if I don’t know who it is?”

“It could be because he don’t know himself.”

“Nadia, this is my father we’re talkin’ about.”

She paused before nodding her head. “True.”

“See,” I pointed out. “I just want everything to go smoothly and quickly. My baby gon’ be all by herself,” I pouted, looking over a day-dreaming Maria.

She looked so much like Christian it was downright disgusting. It was like he chewed her up and spit her out, ugh, I hated it. Those same, droopy lips and doll-like eyes paired along with those bushy eyebrows—it was like looking at his twin. They both even have this weird birthmark right above their bellybutton and the same two beauty marks on their ankles.

I miss him so much, I thought to myself.

“You could’ve just took her with you, but,” she shrugged her shoulders and flipped her hair over her shoulders. With wide eyes, she smashed her lips together and looked down at the table.

“You shady ass,” I laughed, picking up a wadded up napkin and throwing it at her.

She scrunched her face and threw it back at me. With a sly smirk, she looked at my phone before asking,

“Now it would make sense if it was because of Mister Black Pyramid himself, because honey chile’,” she poked out her lips and started snapping.

“Snap,” Maria asks, snapping out of the little day-dream she was in. Nadia nods.

“Mhm, snap ‘cause yo mama bouta’ get that pip—“I cut her off by throwing more wadded up napkins at her.

“Shh! You corruptin’ my baby,” I rushed out in a whisper, looking around the quiet café before turning back to her with a scowl. “It’s not even like that, oh mah’ god, Nadia it was a year ago—it wasn’t even like that!”

“But he was diggin’ you,” she replied, smugly, her nails tapped against the cherry wood table as her lips smashed together.

“And who’s to say he wasn’t? But nothin’ happened so…”

“Now let’s be honest if you was single you woulda’ been bouncin’ all—“

“And here is your Belize Cappuccino miss,” the waitress caught us both off guard as she plopped the giant blue glass down in front of Nadia.

“Uh,” astonished at the amount of whipped cream it had, Nadia nodded at the waitress uttering a, “thanks,” before waiting for her to walk away.

“Do you swallow or spit,” I asked, my lips forming a coy smirk.

Her eyes rose from the cup to meet mine—her eyebrows raised as her mouth opened. She pulled her head back and placed a hand on her chest before giving me the same smirk back.

“Hasn’t Chris asked you that already?”

“See this what we not gonna do,” I mused, grabbing my purse. “You know good and well I don’t see anybody like that.”

She rolled her eyes and took a sip of her drink. “But if that right person comes along then you betta’ hop on it,” she said in between sips of her drink.

“Can I at least get over Christian first,” I asked, “I can’t just hop on to someone like that, and you know that.

“I’m not sayin’ it like that, I just wanna see you happy.” She pointed at Maria. “She makes you happy, no?”

“Duh, it’s my child.” I rolled my eyes. “Of course she makes me happy.”

“Okay, well I wanna see you happy with someone else besides her,” she said, shifting Maria in her lap as though she were heavy.

“I wanna be happy period,” I replied. I scooted towards the end of the booth, rising from my seated position, stretching. “Listen, I know you’re lookin’ out for me, but I got some things to get through first, okay?”

“You know I want you to be happy, no matter what.”

“I know. Now gimme my child so I can head to this old man’s house.”

The ride over to Chaos’ wasn’t too long. He said he had moved to a new area two years ago. The scenery wasn’t its usual tenet buildings and corner stores but more elaborate fresh markets and name-brand gas stations. Especially the people who lived here—white, but middle class white, like the ones who could afford to shop at Target and not get the off brand things.

His house was over in Glen Lake, a condominium with houses that could have well been mansions. He told me he lived on Jordan Street, way far in the back—and when he said way far back, he really meant it.

It wasn't a mansion, or a penthouse. But a traditional styled home, like one you'd see off of TV.

The exterior of the house alone held many architectural details, giving it this cozy facade but inside it was the total opposite. Its rock stone material was a beige color while the roof was bluish-grey.

From here you could see the blue curtains draped over the windows, making it impossible to see inside and beside the house was an attached garage. Chaos wasn’t subtle with his cars, he had them all out to see—even the fancy ones he knew he wouldn’t dare drive.

I had texted him that I was parked out front. His only response was to, ‘come on in’.

But I was nervous. It had been awhile since I had walked inside of his home. Yeah it was three years ago in a different area, when we were all in a different space in our lives, but now it just gives me butterflies. Here I am, with his niece walking up to his brand new house with a brand new batch of possibilities waiting for me on the other side of the door.

That’s when I can hear Christian in the back of head saying, “you’ll live, now stop bein’ scary and go do it.”

I stood at the door with a sleeping Maria in my hands. Her sleeping bag and baby bag were in both of my hands; my only option was to ring his doorbell. After a few minutes of not getting a response, I believe my finger permanently stayed on his doorbell until I got a very loud, “hold on! Shit!”

“Who the fu—“lo and behold, the man himself snatches the door open, his face reading irritation until he drops his gaze to the sleeping baby in my arms. “Oh shit,” he whispers, leaning down and taking her out of my arms. “Why you ain’t just call me?”

I nodded down to the bags in my hand, then pointing at Maria. “What could I have grabbed my phone with, my toes?”

He sucked his teeth. “You still mean.” He noted. He stepped to the side, opening the door more. “Come in, the couch is right behind me. You can put all that shit on there.”

I did as he said. Looking around, I noticed the place was really neat and organized—something out of character for Chaos, but then again, it’s been a few since I’ve last seen him.

“The place looks nice,” I complimented, hearing a door close behind me, I turned around and smiled up at him. “The black and gold color scheme suits you.”

“The black and gold color scheme really suits you,” he flipped imaginary hair over his shoulder as he mimicked me, making me flip him off. It only fueled the fire in which was indeed, Chaos. “What else are you gonna tell me? My beard brings out the color in my eyes?”

I cocked my head to the side, squinting my eyes at him. “Well if you trimmed it a lil’ on the sides—“

“Kitchen. Go, now.”

“What about Maria? Lay her down on the couch,” I said, reaching my hands out for her. “Gimme.”

After I laid her down, the walk to his kitchen was quick. It was the room over from the living room we were in. Victorian like drapes hung from the grand window in front of the sink. In the middle was the island, black marble sat atop with gold flecks in it. The cabinets were all matte black with gold handles and knobs. Chaos had positioned himself near the sink, back against it with his legs in front of him.

“You hungry?”

I shook my head, sitting on the barstool adjacent to the island. “No, we ate before we came, but thank you. Now what is it that we so desperately need to talk about?”

“Why you say it like that?” he asked, leaning back more to place his elbows on the counter. “I just wanted to know where you gon’ be at, damn, I can’t eem’ do that?”

I laughed, looking down at my hands. “Nah, I thought it was gon’ be somethin’ serious, but my father wants to see me.”

“And you not takin’ lil bit?”

For whatever reason I couldn’t tell him that my father’s only seen pictures of her. Or gotten the occasional Face Time and one on one with her. Nadia doesn’t even know that and she’s the one who knows everything; even before I know it. Plus I already have enough explaining to do when I get over there, I didn’t feel like doing it now.

“No,” I muttered, leaning forward in my chair. “I’m gonna be busy… as well as he is, so there’d be no time, really.”

“So you tellin’ me…” he started, pushing himself off of the counter all while walking over to me. “Yo daddy ain’t go nobody, family, or nothin’ to watch her while you there n’ shit?”

“Do you not wanna watch her?”

“Now did I say that? Nah I was just askin’ ‘cause I know he’d probably wanna spend time wit’ his granddaughter. Ain’t you got some family up there too?”

“Just my father and his mom. So nah, because she lives all the way in Long Island, plus it would just be a hassle to do multiple things at once and watch her.”

“So you just goin’ up there for the weekend? No loungin’ wit Robyn or nun’?”

Shaking my head at his Robyn comment, I let out a chuckle and placed my hands on the counter.

“One, Robyn is not at all in New York. She’s doing something with Puma this month so she’s across the country. And two, yes, just for the weekend to work on some merchandise for this celebrity, probably some simple graphics and sketches. Before you ask, no, I don’t know,” I finished, placing my hands together and bringing them closer to my chest.

“Okay… You excited to go? See ya peeps’ n’ shit.” he raised an eyebrow as he drummed his fingers on the counter, causing me to narrow my eyes at his fingers; an action that made him slowly stop.

“Eh, it’s just for work so I can’t be overly excited, ya know? Not like I’m gonna be goin’ out n’ shit,” I unclasped my hands to wave one off in the air before intertwining them back together. “If that’s all you wanted to know then… anything else you wanna talk about?”

Our eye contact was very sporadic, it would break and rejoice. In this one moment, we rejoiced, catching the looks of nervousness and nostalgia all in one before breaking it again.

“You seein’ anybody?”

When I tell you I almost lost a lung in this man’s kitchen, I was hacking away. I’m pretty sure I scared him, only because he got me a glass of water and damn near forced me to drink it all until I calmed down.

As I regulated my breathing, I raised an eyebrow at him. “Where the hell did that question come from?”

“It was just a question, I ain’t mean anything by it.”

“Well…” I hesitated. For the life of me I don’t why I did. I bit my bottom lip and shook my head. “No, I haven’t really been in the head space to even think about anyone else.”

I miss my baby. Three years without him feels like it’s been thirty. I get so wrapped up in my thoughts about him that I can’t seem to think about anybody else. If I’m not thinking about him, it’s Maria, and if not her, the possibility of them being together in this sad, depressive fantasy I always have of him actually being here.

In my hesitation, my mind raced a mile of minute. The question being bestowed upon me made me feel some type of way. One, I didn’t know where the question could be coming from. It could have been coming from a curious state or one trying to barge into my life. And two, coming from my lover’s brother, it makes me feel like I’m being ridiculed for even thinking about somebody else.

“So you haven’t even tried to find somebody,” he asked, toying with the empty glass I left on the counter. “Not even a date?”

“Where is all of this comin’ from Chaos? No… I still catch myself wanting to text him when he’s coming over for movie night, for Christ sakes. How am I gonna even have the time to go on a date when I’m too busy watching a child? Do you hear how dumb you sound when you ask that question,” I took in a deep breath when I realized how fast I was talking. It didn’t hit me that I had started to tear up, until I wiped at my left eye and saw a wet mark on my index.

I hadn’t realized I wasn’t looking at him either; my hands were in my gaze until I forced myself to stare at him.

His hands were up in a defensive state as he shook his head. “I was just askin’ lil bit, I ain’t mean to make you upset or nun’.”

I shook my head and swiped a hand down my face, all I could do was sigh and close my eyes for a second before popping them back open.

“Listen,” I said, “it’s not your fault… I’m sorry for calling you dumb. I’m just going through some things right now.”

“You know you can always talk to me.” He opened his arms. “Now c’mere, you big ass baby.”

“I ain’t no baby,” I retorted. I rose from the barstool, and walked over to him before getting engulfed in his long arms. “Let me go kiss my baby goodbye, I gotta go get my stuff.”

I had never been in my apartment by myself for this long. Maria was either at day-care or Nadia’s around this time. I was usually at work, getting ready to go on my lunch break with this girl named Paula. She had recently transferred from a graphics company from Minnesota and instantly fit right in. It had only been a week or so before we introduced ourselves and by the next week, we had established lunch dates together.

After that I’d head back to work for three more hours. Probably finishing up a web design or doing some clothing mock-ups for a local business.

And still—that sounds way better than sitting in my apartment until one o’clock.

When I got in, I knocked right out. I mean sprawled out on my couch, legs all over the place with my head hanging halfway off for a good hour. Still, I woke up and realized I had two more hours to spare so in good efforts to not end up in a rut, I pulled out my laptop and opened up Photoshop and Illustrator.

When I initially started working with the thought of being a graphic designer, I always thought of it to be an odd job. Especially with few women in the field, it made me question it even more. But as I got older, I grew to have a love for computers and art. Problem: I couldn’t draw; but I took a summer course my junior year of high school on Graphic Communications and got taught the true meaning of being a graphic designer.

With months of practicing and training, by the time I was sixteen I had a certification in three Adobe Programs: Photoshop, Illustrator, and InDesign. My first ever job in graphics was working at this rinky dink store in lower east Manhattan called Dan’s Shirts where you could get anything design you wanted on a shirt; literally. If I wasn’t making the designs, I was screen-printing them all. Once I hit the age of eighteen, I was working over in Brooklyn with a guy who made banners and signs; way more money coming in on that end. Still, I did side jobs for extra cash. Making flyers for parties, covers for mixtapes—I wasn’t well known, but I still was doing something I enjoyed.

Now I have a career out of it. I don’t have to hustle anymore to make ends meet. The life I have now is something I didn’t think I’d ever have when I was younger.

I didn’t think I’d even get this far when Christian disappeared.

So I thank the Lord everyday for blessing me with Maria because without her I wouldn’t be here nor busting my ass to provide her better life.

Are you proud of me? I thought to myself as I allowed my eyes to get adjusted to the bright screen.

My censor moved and clicked around, looking for files hidden in folders I hadn’t opened in weeks. When the name loverboy popped up, I clicked on it hastily. When it opened, five documents popped into Photoshop, each still the same as I left them.

Christian would let me practice my photography skills on him sometimes. It could be something as simple as an innocent selfie, or a full blown photo shoot at times. This particular set of photos was a photo shoot I had done with him in this vintage Cadillac… right before he went missing.

When he was still here, he said he wanted me to make him, “look like a Calvin Klein model.” So I let him pick where he wanted to be shot at and when we arrived at that car lot, I looked over at him with a skeptical look, asking him, “you wanna shoot… here?” It was in that moment I had never seen him so sure of something in his life.

We had only gotten up to five photos because it started raining. So I had no other photos to choose from nor edit—then he went missing. And the rest is history, until I catch myself staring at them and realizing how much he really meant to me.

I closed out the document.

Before I could start looking for old projects to work on, my phone dinged, causing me to dig it out of my pocket and look at it.

My eyes squinted at the unknown number. A chill ran down my spine as I looked around my dim living room. Only light on was the light coming from my kitchen above my stove. Other than that, my living room was only receiving light from the open blinds.

My hands were trembling as I shut my laptop and ran into my room. I don’t think I had even given myself time to breathe until I jumped square in the middle of my bed with my pocket knife in my hand.

I gripped my pocket knife tighter against my chest. My knees were pulled to my chest as I looked around my room nervously. It was like all of my senses were on ten; my ears were picking up on cars that probably weren’t even in front of my complex. Everything I touched felt ten times more real than what it was—I couldn’t process a single thought.

I didn’t even get a chance to send a second text.

“Oh hell no…” I mumbled, screenshoting the text thread before deleting it all together. My body shook, hands shaking as I tried to dial Nadia’s number before giving up with a cry of distress. Instead I just sent her the screen shots and prayed she’d respond telling me she was playing around with me or some shit.

My endless banging never ceased. The outside of my fist started to ache and turn beet red, but I never let up. I was in such a daze I had no idea how I even ended up back in front of this very door—but I knew I had a mission to plan and I needed answers.

“Yo, aye hol’ up—“his voice came from the other end until he snatched the door open. “Lil’ bit? Why you bac—“

I pushed right past him. Tunnel vision clouded me. All of my sensibilities and common sense had left an hour ago. Endless possibilities of murder and screaming filled every nerve in my body until I was forced to face it.

“Talia,” his voice rang in my ear, I could feel his hand touch my elbow.

I turned around to face him. The look of discomfort and confusion wiped across his face. His eyebrows were furrowed as he toyed with his bottom lip with his teeth, three wrinkles found there place on his forehead.

“Where is he Chris?”

My lips snarled up as he looked taken back.

“Who—wha—where is who?” he asked, scrunching up his face and shaking his head.

Snatching my phone from my back pocket, I unlocked it and shoved it right in his hands.

“Where the hell is he and don’t lie to me,” enclosing the space between us, I looked up at him and watched as his eyes scanned the thread. “Chris!”

“What?!” He yelled. His eyes scanned the thread once more as he stuck my phone back out to me. “I… I don’t know what to tell you Talia, that could be anybody.”

I shook my head, snatching my phone away from him “Oh shut the fuck up wit’ that lame ass excuse!”

“Who you getting’ buck wit’?” he asked, “’cause I know you ain’t ‘bout to act an ass while your child is here.”

In that moment, my eyes snapped over to the flat screen television flashing bright lights. Some kids show was on; but my eyes landed on Maria sitting in the middle of the floor surrounded by her toys—lost in the world of colors and shapes.

“Now we can take this in the kitchen.” He pointed at Maria. “See her? Ion’t think you want her to see you like that.”

“Ion’t think you wanna see what the hell is gon’ happen if you don’t tell me what the hell is goin’ on.” I cautioned. “Who else knows about him being missing Chris? Because as far as I know it’s only a few who really do.”

With a look over to Maria, Chaos grabbed my elbow and forced me into the kitchen with him. Upon entering, he roughly tore his hand away before placing a hand on my shoulder and shoving me towards the island.

With my left hand, I tore his hand off of me and took a step away.

“Do you know how crazy you sound right now?”

“Crazy?” I paused, gathering myself before I said anything stupid. “I got some random ass person stalkin’ me and tellin’ me Christian’s alive and you got the fuckin’ audacity my nigga to say that to me right now?” I asked, “Do you know how crazy you sound right now?”

He rolled his eyes, mashing his lips together. “Talia that’s not the point, you takin’ it—“I cut him off.

“I ain’t takin’ nothin’ out of context Chris, facts is facts, and the fact is that someone is lyin’ to me!”

“Who?” he yelled. “You ain’t think I’m wonderin’ where this shit comin’ from too?”

“You sure as hell ain’t actin’ like it!”

“If I knew who this was, my brother woulda’ been back by now,” he smacked his hands on the counter. “Stop makin’ it seem like you the only one lost, ‘cause I don’t know shit either!”

I paused. Speechless—I had nothing left to say. My anger had gotten the best of me and it resulted in me not thinking clearly on what exactly I wanted to say.

“See?” he pointed at me. “Jumpin’ to conclusions n’ shit, stop doin’ that shit.”

“How Chris?” I retorted back, banging my fist on the counter. “One minute I’m chillin’ on my couch and the next I’m getting’ told my boyfriend is still alive and that I’m basically bein’ lied too, now c’mon, what you want me to do? Be rational? ‘Cause being rational ain’t getting’ me nowhere, now is it?”

“Ain’t nobody sayin’ you gotta do anything, but stop thinkin’ everybody know what’s goin’ on.”

“We were the only people who knew he went missin’! How the hell am I not gon’ think you niggas don’t know what’s goin on?” He rolled his eyes at that, smacking his lips before retorting with,

“Because we don’t!”

Time stopped right there for me. The feeling of defeat wrapped me in a blanket made from anger and I let it suffocate me. I let the suffocation of anger and fear fill my chest as I weighed down my options of either, arguing more, or, letting the situation rock because it was now out of my control.

“Bullshit…” I mumbled, shaking my head. “Listen, I just—I don’t know anymore.” My mouth slowly closed as I ran a hand through my hair. Chest rising up and down, I brought both hands together and intertwined my fingers.

“Don’t you gotta be at the airport?”

I snapped my head up in his direction before putting my gaze back on my hands.

“Yeah,” I answered, unlocking my hands and palming the counter under them.

I had a bitter taste in my mouth. My eyes threatened to leak—but I wasn’t going to do that. I wouldn’t allow him to see me break as such. Anger had me in its grip and I knew I needed to leave before I resorted into my hands speaking for me.

Shaking my head, I pushed my body away from the counter and without another word walked out of the kitchen with Chaos right on my heels. I could feel his bulky body inches from mine, but he soon stopped following me when he saw where I was headed.

“Hey mija,” I cooed towards her, picking her up off of the plush carpet. Her little arms wrapped around my neck in excitement as she left slobbery kisses on my face.

“Mommy’s gonna go, okay?” I whispered to her. Our noses touched as I placed a peck on her lips—a smile graced her tiny face. “I love you.”

As I placed her down, the sound of Chaos clearing his throat made me regret everything about today. With one last look at Maria, I turned towards him but walked for the door until he grabbed my forearm before I could reach the door handle.

“What?”

He sucked his teeth. “Don’t act like that.”

“Listen,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I have to go, make sure my baby is taken care of Chris.”

His eyes widen at the sound of his name before a short, forced, chuckle left his lips. He nodded before shaking his head and letting go of my arm.

“Have a safe trip.”

I couldn’t speak anymore. So I just walked out.

Below the spectrum of depression is what I like to call “numbness”. Hence, you feel like you exist, but nonetheless, you still manage to feel like you’re in limbo. To you, there is no other reason to feel joy or the happiness you might want to have later on. In that state, it’s easy for you to misguide yourself and wonder what it would be like if you simply, weren’t there.

Would this have happened if I were never here?

If we never met, would he still be here?

If my life no longer mattered, would his fate still be altered?

My mind raced for some reasonable possibilities to keep my dark thoughts away. But each possibility matched one of my depressive thoughts—I wanted a drink. I wanted the biggest bottle of Chardonnay this plane had and I wanted it lodged down my esophagus.

But you’re better than that, I thought to myself.

My tongue laid flat against the roof of my mouth as I gnawed at my bottom lip. I let my acrylics tap on the glass window next to me, not caring if I annoyed anybody. For the time being I needed something, anything, to distract me from the oncoming wave of destruction I wanted to cause.

Chaos texted me shortly after I had arrived to the airport. Never knew the man to be such the novelist.

At the time of the text I hadn’t cared for him as much. Even now, I still don’t wish to speak to him. Call me childish or anything you’d like but I won’t surround myself with people who think of such situations as me playing a pity party for myself. Never have I once came to him with anything about his brother that wasn’t worthy of his knowledge.

Besides Maria, at least.

Now that this bombshell is on my plate, I’m lost for words on what to do. The person knows where I live, they know about Christian, so what else do they know? What don’t they know, is honestly the scarier part to me. Just the thought of Christian being out there alive and not knowing, or knowing a small fragment of what’s happened since he’s been gone makes me sick at it.

What if he knows?

What if he doesn’t? How much will it affect us?

With all the what if’s and not’s. With all the how’s and why’s—I still get nervous at the latter possibility. I get downright queasy with the thought of having to see him in a wooden box before I got the chance to tell him that I love him.

Before I could suck myself into a deeper hole, the plane shook with slight turbulence. Seconds later, the pilot announces,

Flight One-Eighty, you have arrived at JFK.

A smile of relief found my face. I envisioned the look of my father’s face when he sees me. I had so much to tell him, especially with Maria, I just hoped he held as much enthusiasm as I did.

So when the plane landed and I gathered my bags and walked off with the other passengers—my phone dinged twice.

#dundundunnnn #drama #and it's not even good yet #hopefully this was a good cliffhanger #shorts #taliaxtaz

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Bloody Courting

Summary: "There are two types of omegas that make it in our world and especially in Gotham. There are the ones like me that wrap Alphas, Betas and even other omegas around their finger, make them dance to their tune. You will not be that omega. You are too brash and forward to it. You will be the omega that goes ahead with the sheer force of will. They will respect you and if they do not, they will fear you,"

Jason had nodded, listening to him with rapt attention.

"And remember, if any of them think they are worth you, make them prove it no matter than their designation. Do not ever settle for less than what you want,"

These days he was really wishing that he hadn't driven the last point very hard. Because really the dead bodies were getting a bit ridiculous.

Ao3

Note: This is part 1. You can read part 2 here.

TW: Mention of body parts. Nothing graphic. It’s Earth 3 so things are a little messed up.

XXX

Jason was the only pup that was truly his.

Not that the others weren't but he couldn't call any of them just his own, all of them having responsibilities elsewhere, having ties to someone else. Dick was an Alpha and they usually took toward their Alpha mentors. Dick had grown into Talon and was now one of the most vicious forces on this side of the globe. Bruce was proud, so proud but Dick would always be more Thomas then Bruce, no matter how much the young Alpha hated the older Wayne.

Damian Al Ghul and Helena Kyle-Wayne were his little miracle pups. Born as fraternal twins and sired by two different Alphas. However, Helena was, again, an Alpha. And while Selena was much more lenient than any other Alpha about Helena being with her omega bearer, Helena was an Alpha and would naturally gravitate toward her Alpha mother. Damian was an omega but he was the heir to the League, so really, Bruce was lucky that Talia had stood up to her father, otherwise, he might not have gotten to know the little pup at all.

Tim Drake was another little pup he had held close, much like Dick, except that Tim's loyalty was to his parents. He was the only omega child to an alpha father and a beta mother. There were many parents that chose to have heir child mentored by another person if their designation didn't match and the Drakes had chosen Bruce to mentor theirs. Tim would always come to Bruce first with his achievements and grievances but it wasn't the same.

Cassandra was already trained in a certain manner by her biological father, one that Bruce did not agree with but could not change. He supported her when he could and completely adored her but she was a flighty dancer and had come to him while she was already grown.

Stephanie, Harper, Cullen, Barbara, more protege than children and really that was how it was always going to be.

But Jason. Jason was all his. He was a crime alley omega which meant that none of the Alphas around would take him under their wing and no one in Bruce's circle wanted to 'taint' their blood with an omega mate from the alley. He was Bruce's to raise, to cherish and to hold close. Bruce's to teach and mould.

It was Bruce's job to make sure the omega pup made it to the top of the world and he would do a damn good job of it. Their world bowed to the powerful and strong and he would make sure that Jason was the best.

He has told Jason that much when he has taken the little pup in.

"There are two types of omegas that make it in our world and especially in Gotham. There are the ones like me that wrap Alphas, Betas and even other omegas around their finger, make them dance to their tune. You will not be that omega. You are too brash and forward to it. You will be the omega that goes ahead with the sheer force of will. They will respect you and if they do not, they will fear you,"

Jason had nodded, listening to him with rapt attention.

"And remember, if any of them think they are worth you, make them prove it no matter than their designation. Do not ever settle for less than what you want,"

These days he was really wishing that he hadn't driven the last point very hard.

Because really the dead bodies were getting a bit ridiculous.

XXX

The first sign of what was to come had come when someone had asked Jason to the Halloween dance in his sophomore year.

"Hey B," said Jason while expertly hitting every target with his blades, "I need a costume for the Halloween dance,"

"Huh," said Bruce, "Don't you already have one? The pirate one?"

"Oh yeah, but I got asked to the dance by this really cute alpha girl and we're matching so we're doing Zorro,"

Bruce grinned at the young omega, "So someone asked you huh? How? Did they present you with a gift?"

"Yeah," said Jason, throwing the last knife and heading to where Bruce was standing, "Wanna see?"

Jason took out a small wooden box. Inside, nestled in velvet was a small white ring. Bruce had to admit it looked quite nice, strong and well crafted, the light barely touching-

"Wait," he said, "Is that made of a human finger bone?"

"Yeah!" said Jason, "Cool isn't it. We were talking about people keeping trophies from their kills and I said making something pretty out of it would be the best insult since they're still serving you in death and she gave this to me today and asked,"

"Huh?" said Bruce, not knowing how to feel about the thing, "It's an interesting gift,"

"Right," said Jason, "Some other people asked me too but hey all gave boring gifts so I ignored them,"

"Boring?" wondered Bruce

"You know. Flowers. Candies and stuff," said Jason, "This is much cooler. Now about the costume,"

Bruce shrugged as Jason started listing supplies for his costume. It was just a bone ring. Nothing to worry about.

He really should have thought better.

XXX

There was a box at his doorstep.

And it was dripping blood.

That could not be anything good. Someone had actually gotten close to their door to leave this here and from all the blood the message could only be a threat.

Bruce carefully opened the box and-

-found a perfectly cut heart inside with a note.

'Be my valentine?'

Bruce sighed.

"Jason!"

Jason came running down and grinned when he saw the box.

"Oh god, he actually did it,"

"Explain," said Bruce, having some idea where this was going.

Jason laughed, "He asked what it would take to get my heart and on a whim, I said 'a heart' and he actually did it,"

"Is the same person that asked you out with patches of tattoed skin?"

"Nope, new guy,"

"Of course," Bruce sighed

"Anyway Valentines tomorrow," said Jason, grabbing the box, "I have an outfit to get ready,"

"Watch for the blood!" he called out but Jason was already gone

"Human bone jewellery, tattoed skin patches, an actual bloody heart," muttered Bruce, "What's next? A severed head?"

He really shouldn't have asked.

XXX

There was a severed head in the box, eyes still open and tongue sticking out of their mouth.

The words 'Prom?' were carved into its forehead.

Bruce heaved a sigh and decided to take the box to Jason himself. He found the young boy sitting in the library, reading a book.

"You have an invite to prom," he told the omega

"If its another cake, I don't want it," said Jason, not even looking up from his book

"It's a severed head,"

That got his attention.

"Oh?" said Jason, "Who's is it?"

"See for yourself," said Bruce, handing his son the box

"Ah," said Jason, looking at the head, "Jeffery. He likes to mess with younger omegas. Or well 'liked' I guess,"

"Did he do anything to you," asked Bruce, the protective instinct rising inside of him

Jason snorted, "No. He wouldn't have had the balls to. Anyway, I like to deal with my problems on my own,"

"Right," said Bruce

Jason hummed and then looked at Bruce, "Do you think I could wear a dress to prom? I'm still pretty slim and it would look nice with my developing curves,"

Bruce looked from the head to the bright smile on Jason's face and resigned himself to seeing bloody gifts in the future.

"Sure Jay, you can wear a dress,"

XXX

Once Jason graduated high school, he got into Princeton and stayed there for the next four years, barely showing his face in Gotham. People started to wonder if he would ever come back.

Bruce knew better though. He'd seen his son's plans, the fire in his eyes and the blood behind his teeth.

Jason was a Gothamite, born and bred.

He would come back.

And come back he did.

Red X rose through the ranks of Gotham's underbelly with a viciousness that even surprised Bruce. The people of crime alley and the narrows worshipped him and those that opposed him feared him. He made everyone bow to him and his meetings with the rest of Gotham's big players, including the elite, were a sight to behold.

Really, Bruce couldn't have been prouder.

His son's newfound popularity also meant that there were a lot more people trying to gain his favours. And while Jason no longer lived with Bruce, he, however, did come to visit often.

And bring his gifts along.

"Look, Bruce! It's a torture wheel. Still has a bit of blood on it,"

"Here! Look! it was used to decapitate the rogue gang a couple of months ago. I think I might spend my heat with this one,"

"Another heart Bruce! You'd think I'd be over getting hearts by now but really, never gets old,"

"Dad! Dad! A skull!"

"Remember that Beta we were talking about, someone cut off his fingers for me. I think I'm gonna meet them,"

"Why can't he like normal gifts?" Bruce wailed, "I liked normal gifts,"

"I brought you stolen jewellery Lover," said Selina, running a hand through his hair

"And I brought you blades," said Talia, "There were flowers too but mostly weapons,"

"Still normal gifts!" insisted Bruce, "This one likes actual human hearts, and fingers and skulls!"

Talia laughed and gave him a kiss, "He's happy, Beloved. That's what you want for him, right?"

Bruce sighed. She was right of course. He wanted his son to be happy. He could put up with a few torture devices and clean body parts.

And then Roy fucking Harper happened.

#omegajasontoddweek #omega jason todd #bruce wayne #jason todd

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