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second chances
mob boss! lando norris x reader
part four: a familiar stranger
word count: 2.2k (sorry)
warnings: none, i think
three | four | five
Y/N stood behind the counter, arranging a new batch of books by the window, her fingers brushing the spines absently. The scent of fresh coffee mixed with the fragrant blooms that lined the shelves, creating an atmosphere that felt homely.
She was distracted, humming softly to herself as she dusted off the shelf when the door jingled again. Looking up, her eyes widened slightly at the tall figure stepping inside—a man in a dark suit, his posture casual but commanding. Her heart skipped a beat.
It was him – the man from the other night.
She recognized him instantly, though she couldn't place his name. That face—the sharp jawline, the slight stubble, the cool, collected demeanor—had stayed with her since that awful night in the alley. She still hadn’t quite figured out what had happened, or why she couldn’t shake the memory. His face lingered in the back of her mind every time she found herself alone, but the thought of him often made her skin prickle with unease.
She froze for a moment, unsure what to do. He wasn’t looking at her yet, and he seemed absorbed in browsing the shelves, his hands casually brushing over the books. Without thinking, she blurted out, “Hey, you!”
Lando's head snapped up, his hand twitching for his holster as his eyes locked onto hers for a moment. Lando kept his expression neutral, though his mind raced until he could finally place where he’d seen her before. His brows furrowed then – he hadn’t given her his name. He had left her with nothing: no reason to remember him, no reason to seek him out.
Unless…
No. She was looking at him with something almost like gratitude.
The girl looked different then the last time he saw her– not pale and shaking, not clutching a cup of tea like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. She was standing behind the counter of the small shop, wearing an apron dusted with flour and smelling faintly of cinnamon and roses.
Oh, and she was looking right at him.
A slow beat passed. Lando tilted his head slightly, schooling his features into something neutral. “Do I know you?”
She waved, stepping forward through the swinging gate, shifting slightly on her feet like she wasn’t sure if she should be doing this. “I—uh, I don’t know if you remember me—”
He let out a quiet laugh.
Oh, sweetheart. You have no idea.
The Brit allowed recognition to seep into his expression. “Yeah, yeah! Of course I do,” he said smoothly, tilting his head. “How are you?”
She brightened at that, clearly relieved. “Oh! Good. Yeah, um—” she gestured vaguely toward the shop, where books lined the windowsills and flowers spilled over wooden crates.
“I—uh—” she faltered, awkwardly pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, clearly realizing only after she had called out to him that she didn’t actually know his name. “I just—um—” She gestured vaguely, eyes darting to the street like she was suddenly unsure about everything.
He slipped his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly, playing along. “You just…?”
She hesitated, then let out a nervous little laugh. “I just—wanted to say thanks.”
Lando raised a brow, feigning curiosity. “For what?”
She blinked up at him, almost as if she was debating whether or not she’d imagined their last encounter entirely. “The other night,” she clarified, soft but certain. “When I… you know. Sort of… had a moment.”
A moment. That was one way to describe it.
Lando allowed an easy smile to curve his lips, playing the role easily—the kind stranger who just happened to be in the right place at the right time.
She wrung her hands nervously, trying to pick the right thing to say. “I work here. And, well, I saw you passing by, and I just—I felt bad about not thanking you properly before, and since you’re here now, I thought maybe—” She motioned awkwardly to the coffee bar. Her hands flailed a little, as if trying to physically grasp the right words.
Lando raised an eyebrow, amused despite himself.
She huffed, exhaling sharply before blurting out, “Do you want a free coffee?”
That… was not what he had been expecting.
He blinked. “What?”
“A coffee! Or, uh—” She hesitated, then pointed back to the menu boards. “I mean, we also have tea. And books. And flowers. I wouldn’t recommend eating the flowers, though, even if some of them are technically edible—”
Lando bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
“Or, um. A scone? If you like those. I mean, you don’t look like a scone person, but—”
She stopped herself, her cheeks warming. “Sorry. That was weird.”
Lando blinked. What the fuck.
This stranger who had seen something she shouldn’t have, who had been this close to being food for trees, and now she was… offering him free coffee.
She was worrying about whether or not he was a… scone person?
Something twisted in his chest, something he couldn’t put his finger on. He wasn’t sure whether it was amusement or exasperation. For a moment, Lando just stared at her. He had been expecting to have to keep an eye on her from a distance. To make sure she hadn’t started asking too many questions, hadn’t put together the jagged pieces of what she had seen that night.
But here she was, looking at him like he was just some good Samaritan who had done a kind thing. Not the monster who had left blood on the pavement.
She gestured at the display case just beside them. “I also made cinnamon rolls earlier? They’re, um, not burned. So that’s a plus.”
He stared at her, and for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do.
She was odd, and noticeably so. There was a softness to her, like she wasn’t used to talking to people for too long. But she was also determined in that way people got when they had made up their mind about something.
It seemed she had made up her mind about him.
Lando should have walked away. Should have brushed her off, ignored her, let her exist in her little café world and left it at that. The smart thing to do would be to walk away. Instead, he found himself saying, “I wouldn’t say no to a coffee.”
Her whole face lit up. “Really?”
Lando smirked, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, alright,” he said smoothly, stepping closer. “Surprise me.”
As she spun around and practically bounced into the backroom, Lando followed along the counter, shaking his head.
She doesn’t remember my face.
Good.
Lando watched as she hurriedly started making something, moving with a little too much focus—like she wanted to get it right. He leaned casually against the counter, surveying the shop. It was small but warm, shelves lined with books and carefully arranged bouquets of all sorts of flowers from lilies to chrysanthemums to peonies.
It suits her, he thought.
She quickly ducked behind the counter to prepare the coffee. She could feel the heat in her cheeks. Her hands fumbled a bit as she worked—milk, no milk? Sugar?—she couldn’t decide. She didn't want to mess it up.
But as she focused on pouring the hot liquid, she couldn’t stop herself from stealing glances at him. He was still standing there, leaning against the counter, watching her, an unreadable expression on his face. She almost wanted to go back up to him and apologize for how weird she was being, but instead, she took a breath and tried to settle herself. She could do this. She could just be... normal.
"How’s your day been?" she asked suddenly, giving him a tentative smile.
Is she being too friendly? Not friendly enough?
“I mean, I don’t... I don’t know what you’re in town for, but…” she gave him a once over,” —like business or something?”
Lando chuckled lightly, scanning the passing people through the large windows with an analytical gaze. “Yeah, something like that,” he replied absentmindedly, leaning back against the counter. “Mostly just meetings n’ shit. Nothin’ too excitin’.”
The coffee machine hissed, a brief distraction from the awkward silence that lingered between them. For the first time in hours, the knot in her chest loosened just a little. Surprisingly, it was him that broke the silence. Turning his attention back to her, he suddenly asked, “Why books?”
His question about the books caught her off guard, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that books were the one thing that hadn’t ever failed her. She clung to them like a lifeline, especially nowadays.
“Margot lets me do pretty much whatever I want,” she laughed lightly, clearly fond of the elderly shopkeeper. “I… uh, like to read, so I curate some stuff for here, and then if anyone finds something they like, they can just buy it.”
“D’you have a favorite?”
To his credit, he almost appeared genuinely curious. But Y/N had given her bookish rants to enough people to know how boring they were, so she gave him a smile anyway.
She hadn’t noticed how intense his eyes were – geodes of green and gray and gold. It took a conscious effort to avoid eye contact with him. His gaze was always direct, as if giving the person in front of him his full attention. Something about it made her feel nervous, analyzed.
“I… I don’t know. There’s this one I really like. The Night Circus? It’s a fantasy — sounds dumb, I know— but it’s not just about magic. It’s about… well, people, really.”
Lando’s eyes glimmered, his head tilted in interest. “Fantasy, ay? Didn’ think you were the type, to be honest.”
“Yeah,” she laughed weakly, smiling a little easier now. “It probably sounds cringey, but that one… it’s different. It’s dark, but beautiful. Like… it’s about choices. And sacrifices. The kind of things people don’t think about until it’s too late.”
He appeared to consider her words, nodded thoughtfully. “Sounds like you’ve got a thing for dark, complicated stories.”
She laughed. Before she could think too much about it, the next words were already out of her mouth. “You’re one to talk.”
Lando smirked, but there was no malice behind it, just acknowledgement. “Fair enough. I s’ppose I’ve got a bit of a story m’self.”
The way he said it, with such casual ease, made her wonder. But before she could ask, he went on, his voice soft and steady.
“Well, I’m just glad you’re safe.”
His words were simple, but there was something in the way he said it. A beat passed before she finished making his drink and slid it toward him, smiling nervously. “Here you go. I hope you like it.”
Lando took a slow sip, keeping his expression unreadable. He could feel her eyes on him as he did.
“...So?” she asked, her voice almost hopeful.
He let the silence hang just long enough for her to start rocking on her feet. Then he gave a small nod. “Not bad.”
She visibly relaxed, pleased with herself.
Lando smirked against the rim of the cup.
She had no idea who she was dealing with.
“You’re a good person.”
She looked up from the counter she’d been wiping at.
Well that was unexpected.
“You’ve got a way with words,” she laughs softly.
He shrugged, the motion effortless. “I’m good at getting people to trust me.”
Just then, for a second, her pulse quickened. His words hung in the air, almost too heavy, too meaningful. But he didn’t give her too much time to think about it. Before she could think too hard about it, she watched him slip back into his suit jacket with a pensive look on his face.
"What do I call you?"
The question hung in the air for a long beat.
Lando’s heart skipped—just a beat. His brain moved fast, calculating options, weighing the risks. He could lie, give her a fake name. But there was something about her that made lying feel wrong.
He considered his options, the name he might give, but all of them felt too close to the truth. Out here, in the open, surrounded by people. It was all too exposed.
Lando opened his mouth, and the lie came naturally, like a practiced reflex. "I go by… Liam."
Liam. It wasn’t far off. Close enough to feel realistic, yet distant enough to keep his true identity unknown.
Her eyes sparkled, expressing brightening at that. "Liam. That’s nice. A strong name."
He just nodded, hoping she couldn’t see the tightness in his jaw. His phone begins to vibrate in his pocket.
"Well, Liam, it’s nice to finally know your name."
And for a moment, Lando almost believed her. For just a moment, it almost felt like he was just a man in a coffee shop, having a drink with someone who wasn’t afraid of what he was capable of.
It wasn’t long before he realized how dangerous that thought was.
Because she didn’t know.
"Yeah," he said, his voice quieter now. "Nice to meet you."
He needed to leave before he started thinking too much. But as he turned to walk out, she stopped him again. "Liam," she said, her voice softer this time, as if testing the weight of his name in her mouth. "Will I see you again?"
Will you?
The only answer that felt honest was the one he couldn’t give. Instead, he smiled—a smile that didn’t reach his eyes—and nodded.
"Maybe." And with that, he stepped out into the evening air, leaving her behind as he headed back to the real world — his world.
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evangelion stage 57: the fifth child ౨ৎ
#they finally meet#wonder what happens next#neon genesis evangelion#evangelion#nge#manga#yoshiyuki sadamoto#ch. 57#ikari shinji#nagisa kaworu#kawoshin#カヲシン#kaworu x shinji#shinji ikari#kaworu nagisa#not mine#credit to owner
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Flight Risk 4/?
Elain Archeron is not looking forward to spending the holidays at her sister's estate – not when she was supposed to be on her honeymoon instead. But the wedding has been cancelled and she has nowhere else to stay after crashing on her friend's couch for the first few days. The same friend who has bullied her into forgetting about Graysen by looking for a hook-up on a dating app. What she certainly wasn’t expecting to happen was to wind up sitting next to the hot guy on the plane she accidentally swiped right on ...
Read on Ao3 | Start at the beginning
Snippet Chapter 4 Going back to the first picture—the one accentuating the scars on his face—Elain cannot help herself but trace her finger over the lines running from his brow to his chin, wondering about the story behind those scars. And with just that trace of her fingers, she accidentally swipes right … and is greeted with the little chime announcing that it is a match. Only to hear a similar sound right in front of her. And when she slowly looks up from her phone, her eyes fall upon silky red hair, tanned bronze skin, and some rather distinctive facial scars.
Tag list: @what-about-elvenis (Let me know if you want to be added)
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas.
#elucien#lucien vanserra#elain archeron#elucien fanfiction#vassa acotar#jurian acotar#christmas romcom au#they finally meet
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Chapter 7 in on the air!! "Romantic heart"
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62322718/chapters/161810554
#dragon age#dragon age the veilguard#emmrich volkarin#emmrich x rook#canons and headcanons#emmrich may be smitten even before meeting rook#grand necropolis#manfred#au#in love#dragon age myrna#vorgoth#johanna hezenkoss#romance#they are besotted#they finally meet
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Somewhere in the year after Jason becomes a part of Bruce's family, a strange book appears on the desk of Bruce's personal study room. A book about parenting traumatised kids. He opens it, leafs though a little, noticing certain phrases underlined, and closes it back. Alfred probably left it. Just a few days ago, they had a short argument regarding his parenting methods, and he seemingly tried to prove his point by additional literature. Bruce is going to read it later.
...He doesn't have time, actually, and eventually, the book stays forgotten, tucked between many others.
Years pass. Jason dies. And then comes back, complicated and different, frustrating and hard to crack. Thinking about Jason — a habit, always a habit — becomes some kind of roulette: he either remembers something nice, comes up with some courage to talk with his son, at least through comms, at least not directly, or the exact opposite thing happens, sending them both out of balance.
It is the middle of cleaning day, when Alfred suddenly picks up the exact same book about children victims and how to take care of them, and to Bruce's surprise asks where does this book come from.
'What do you mean?' Bruce frowns. 'You gave it to me when I just adopted Jason. Well, not gave, I would say tactically sneaked in, but...'
'I would remember that,' Alfred frowns. He goes through a few pages, and his face softens. 'It wasn't me, master Bruce.'
And suddenly, it clicks.
*Jason* left it. He underlined lines that probably felt relatable to him, that maybe could help them both in their new, hard journey. A shy kid he was, though, very smart, he would never actually speak with Bruce directly — he would try to leave him hints. To open up more in a subtle way.
To—
Oh.
Bruce suddenly can imagine his little son overhearing his late argument with Alfred that day, all these years ago. Mulling over, "this kid is deeply traumatised, master Bruce" and "well, I can't get inside his head, Al" lines. Figuring out how to easen his burden. How to be understood and yet accepted.
And Bruce... unknowingly discarded that.
As usual.
Unknowingly, cluelessly, and yet so simply — he discarded everything that was dear to Jason, everything that meant something for him.
As he grips the book in his hands, caressing the soft cover, he can't help but wonder if any of the information inside, little highlights Jason did, are still working for him. If he still can fix it.
#Jaybin thinking Bruce read it all (because that's his smart and cool dad Duh) and still chose to make mistakes he did—#forever not not thinking about the fact that Jason thought that Bruce came for him (prior his death) & that he finally felt like he mattere#only to Bruce tell him that he came after Joker and him meeting Jason there was an accident#and unknowingly discarding kid's last hope that he had family#oh Bruce Wayne stop dooming yourself and your kids#jason todd#red hood#batman#dcu#dcu comics#dc universe#batfamily#bruce wayne#batfam#alfred pennyworth
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Viv & Cleo comic from last year. cleos the company nepo baby and viv's her boss who used to work with her dad
#viv & cleo#ooooo i can finally start to release some of their sketches from patreon#olivia harper#cleo toro#im 34 pages into their meeting comic btw#it is not safe for any workplace including their own#ocs#comic
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What if... ☁️

Molly is there too guys....
I wish Molly will be his friend and one day they'll connect the dots about his Angel being her Anthony
#Hazbin hotel#Hazbin hotel sir pentious#Hazbin hotel finale#Hazbin hotel spoiler#hazbin hotel molly#hazbin hotel angel dust#hazbin hotel fanart#vivziepop fanart#vivziepop#what if guys#WHAT IF#they could definitely MEET#aaaaaaa
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William Afton into the FNAF-verse
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#william afton#dave miller#steve raglan#dayshift at freddy's#the fourth closet#fnaf movie#sister location#dsaf#dsaf dave#dsaf fanart#fnaf#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#spiderverse#I’m so sorry for this comic guys#I couldn’t get this idea out of my head#HUGE DAY for DSAF likers though!!#Book Dave doesn’t really like DSAF Dave pff#also finally drew my game William design again#also first time drawing anything from the fourth closet!#so many firsts SO many wills#don’t gotta worry about them all meeting up#cause I doubt the wills will get along enough to do anything evil#just an ego competition
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pretty bird
#my art#anime onlys finally meet my beautiful wife.. Yay!#dunmeshi#dungeon meshi#delicious in dungeon#falin touden#falin dungeon meshi#chimera falin#dungeon meshi spoilers
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watch closely everyone, i’m going to show you how to kill a god
#hint hint you aim for his heart#jayvik#me when i finally get to make the yaoi quasireligious: YAY YAHOO#YIPPEE#1000 NOTES THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE 💁🏽♀️💕💕💕 i will meet u all at dennys after jayvik church
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His life sucks you'd be able to sneak up on him and kill him so easily. No peripheral vision and his head is nestled in an echo chamber.
#swerve#maccadam#transformers#transformers idw#swerve mtmte#idw swerve#my art#tf mtmte#more than meets the eye#hi i'm finally finding the time to sketch during my midterms lol. i should really be doing my project due tomorrow tho
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Gotham's newest Crime Lord - part 4
Part 3 | Masterpost
Danny wasn't expecting for Red Hood to corner him. He would be lying when he says he wasn't panicking. First of all, they had quite literally strung up the bodies of prominent figures of the court of owls in very public places, then proceeded to order Technus to spread information about the court and their wrong doings.
The next step of the plan had been to publish a list of names—members of the court. Rich fruitloops that they were going to rely on the public to destroy. If the public and the GCPD couldn't do it, Danny had his ways to do so. Hauntings usually drove people mad if done a certain way.
But nevermind that!
His heart was practically trying to escape his chest—not that it was beating but it was there, in spirit (ha). He just wanted to see if little Emily and her sister were being fed by their mom and check if he needed to whisk the kids away and have them reside in one of their headquarters. Dan was more than willing to convert one of their facilities into a safehouse for children. Jeremy and some others were the ones who usually dealt with the house—others being parents are older siblings who got into crime for their family's.
"Phantom."
"Hood."
AAAAHH! The hot revenant really was looking for me! Thankfully, none of his siblings were there to witness how Danny was silently punching the air in absolute joy. Fuck yeah! Hot Crime Lord!
"Lemme guess... The big bad bat ain't too happy about the trouble we caused?" Danny chuckled, tilting his head as he narrowed his eyes. Organized crime was much better than his kingly duties, especially when it wasn't him playing the leader. Dan was doing pretty good as a boss, though Danny was reluctant to admit that in honor of his role as a younger brother.
"Sure as hell." Red Hood snorted, "But that ain't why I'm here, ghosty."
Danny rolled his eyes, gesturing for the other man to keep talking.
"You dealt with the court. Wraith led the mission... Personally. Not you. Not anyone else. It was Wraith, right?" Red Hood hummed, his helmet and modulator hiding everything. It frustrated Danny.
The mission was indeed led by Dante himself. But the operation had been split into three. Dan's team (Skulker, Amorpho) taking on the leaders of the court and disposing of them immed. While Danny's team (Wulf and Ember) were tasked to deal with the talons. Meanwhile, Elle's team (Johnny, Kitty, and Shadow) were tasked with saving the kids that weren't turned into Talons. But even then, Dan took full command of the situation.
It had been Dan who personally hung the Judge of the Clocktower and smeared his blood with some rhyme. It had been Dan who took charge of the remaining Talons once their leaders were dead and hung.
But it has been Danny who took the main Talon, dragged their body to Arkham, and painted a message in glowing, neon green paint. Maybe mixed with a bit of Ecto for better effects.
At the moment, all of the living Talons were in another one of their facilities—one outside of Gotham. Dan was a paranoid bastard, rightfully so, and had ordered the rehabilitation of these mindless soldiers outside of the Bats' territory. They didn't need anyone meddling with this. Not when it was Dan's first time choosing rehabilitation over elimination. In truth, these Talons were just innocent kids turned into weapons by the real monsters.
"Yeah, Wraith personally led this one." Danny pressed a hand against his hip, defiantly looking at the brick house that was the Red Hood. God, he almost didn't want a growths spurt if this was their height different. "Heard you've been snoopin' around, Red. What? Didya miss me?" It was teasing, a joke. He didn't expect much from it. He leaned in, grinning even when his mouth couldn't be seen, before pulling back as fast as he could.
But Hood sighed, letting out the hottest quiet laugh he could ever muster and tilted his head. "Yeah... Kinda missed you, ghosty. The kids were lookin' for yah. Emily was screamin' for yah on the roof two days ago."
Danny blinked.
Oh....
OH!
"Sure, sure." He immediately dismissed it, trying his best to make sure that his fast didn't go all purple, because apparently, that's the ghost version of blushing. Shit. "But the big bad Bat ain't too happy with us, yeah? I mean. Stringin' up the Judge and Talon gets you on his naughty list."
"Can't say he's pleased about it."
"Yeah, well, we ain't apologizing for that shit. The court wasn't on our radar before but they took one of our kids. Wraith is known for being one hell of a monster when it comes to kids." Danny scoffed, "They were turning them into weapons, Hood. I'd be okay if you want to throw them into Arkham, but the Judge and Talon? Somethings are more important than morals."
And Danny fucking knows that. He knows that some things should be out above morals, that they should be more important. His parents had failed to do that, failed to put their family above their morals and beliefs. The reveal was never going to be good. Not when Maddie Fenton fell to her knees, unable to accept that her baby died and demanded for him to give her back her son. It had hurt when she couldn't accept that Danny was Phantom and Phantom was Danny.
It got worse when they found out about Dan and Elle. They were hysterical. They stopped eventually. No more hunting, no more trying to protray ghosts as evil. They stopped helping the GIW. But they still couldn't accept it. They just vanished after that, leaving Danny and Jazz with Vlad, who had thankfully redeemed himself.
Danny knows what it meant to put something above your morals. Knows how valuable that is.
He shook his head, once again getting his head out of his heart and turning back to Red Hood. "Get to the point, Hood. You weren't looking for me for no reason."
"Well I've got someone who wants to meet the Wraith. The Court... They were almost involved in the court and was targeted." Red Hood tried to explain, making sure to sound as vague as possible. Danny could—kinda—understand why he was. Keeping someone anonymous until they couldn't. "Was wonderin' if you could set up a meeting. I don't think there's anywhere in Gotham that's basically neutral ground at this point but I'm willin' to bet on an area that you guys won't start a fight."
Danny paused, trying to simplify that damn request in his head. Hood wanted a meeting with Wraith, to introduce someone. And about the location? He was right. The entirety of Gotham was someone's haunt, every part of it was claimed. Even when the people were living, some were so damn liminal that certain areas were basically haunts now. Crime Alley being one of the biggest areas to end up becoming a haunt.
He could only think of three places that could somehow be considered their haunt: The Hill, where their main base was, the Narrows where Dan was trying to take over Arkham to make the security better, and possibly the Docks and Harbor. But there wasn't a solid claim on any of them, except for the Hill. It was one of the poorest and most crime-ridden areas of Gotham. The locals were hostile as hell when they first arrived, but after the Ghosts started cleanin' up the streets, helping people by offering a steady income, and keeping the kids safe, they eventually welcomed the Ghosts with open arms. It helped when Dan started weeding out people that were extorting the area.
That area was a no-go, obviously. Not their base.
"Gimme a second. Gotta ask about this before discussing a location." He whipped out his phone, modified perfectly by their resident technopath, Tucker-fucking-Foley.
D1: Got Hood here.
D2: Ew
D2: I don't wanna hear you moon about your revenant
D1: you're a bitch
D1: fuck you
D1: 🖕🖕🖕
D1: but that's not it
D1: he wants to set up a meeting. Said he'll introduce someone that Court tried recruiting
D2: Bet Vlad's castle that it's Nightwing
D2: he fits the Court's recruits
D1: what??
D1: all of the bats fit the MO
D2: yeah but Nightwing's the most flexible one. Idk
D2: Gut feeling
D2: Tell em I'm willing
D2: only on Sunday tho.
D1: K
"Good news! He's willing to show his ugly mug."
Red Hood snorted.
"Bad news—" and now he stiffened, "Wraith's only available on Sunday. Busy sched, see."
"Alright," Hood sighed, "Where are you guys willing to meet?"
Again, that was a problem. Danny might suggest the Bowery but that was too close to Hood's haunt. It wasn't until he felt the tug in his shadow that he goes stiff, blinking before he saw Hood's shadow move behind him. Instead of a hulking man, it was transforming into a classy looking woman—it reminds him of that lady from Resident Evil. The shadow moved, holding up what seemed to be a cigarette. The blankness of darkness morphed and now there was a white grin spread across her face.
Lady Gotham adored her knights but he was sure Red Hood was her favorite. Danny suspected that the city spirit had a hand in his resurrection—to which he was sure that had paperwork he'd need to process soon. But the city spirit was accommodating and welcomed them into her territory, with the promise that their intentions wouldn't turn malicious and destroy the city.
Danny couldn't help but laugh, eyes glowing green and Hood took a instinctive step back. "Heard you bats and birds got yourselves a cave." He tilted his head. "Gotham Cemetery. It's where you'll find ghosts."
The cemetery. The one area that was a haunt to all the dead and never the living.
Before Red Hood could even say another word, Danny floated of the ground, mockingly saluted the revenant, and phased through the wall.
NAILED IT!
"Lil' wing, I'm not sure about this. Doesn't it sound creepy that they want to meet in the cemetery?"
"I have a theory. I am 90% sure that the Ghosts of Gotham are actual ghosts."
"Why's you say that?"
"I had Tim and Babs help me investigate the other known members. All of them can't be detected by cameras cause the footage gets all fucked up. So we had to resort to teaditional means. Seriously, the demon brat and I had to follow that Johnny and Kitty duo around Gotham just so he could draw them properly! I kid you not, I saw those two phase through other vehicles when they were zoomin' around the streets."
"And?"
"There's a possibility that those two are from Gotham. But get this... All the matches are people who were confirmed to have died decades ago. Like... When B was a teenager."
Dick flinched. Okay. The new rogue organization might actually be made up of legitimate dead people.
"Shit."
"Right back at you."
The cemetery was already in their line of vision. Even if Dick Grayson was the target of the Court, Nightwing came with the package. Meeting Wraith as Nightwing was pretty reasonable if you had to ask him. And Jason had done his best to hunt down Phantom after Bruce forbade them from interacting with any of the ghosts unless they were starting trouble first.
Hopefully, this meeting would go well...
The cemetery is quiet once they start walking. The shadows seemed to be more lively, moving and rising like curious children wanting to catch a glimpse.
"BOO!"
His escrima sticks were already in his hands and Jason was already cocking his gun.
Phantom was floating there, upside down as Lazarus green eyes stared back at them. The obvious echo of laughter making the graveyard more eerie.
"Quit that!" Jason snapped, glowering at Phantom but slowly lowered his guns.
"Awww! C'mon now, Hood. You’re acting like you’ve seen a ghost—but a really good-looking one!" Phantom promptly runs his fingers through his hair, winking at Jason before laughing it off like it was nothing.
"You're horrendous."
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm supernatural and beyond this world!" Phantom proudly declared, clearly on the roll. But Lazarus green eyes fell to Nightwing. The reaction reminded Dick of a curious cat.
"Shit, it really was Nightwing you were talking about. I owe Wraith a hundred bucks now, birdie." Even though his mouth couldn't be seen, Dick was pretty sure that Phantom was pouting. "C'mon, birds. The boss is talking to some ghosts over there."
"So... You're really ghosts?" Jason asks, walking beside the floating ghost while Dick trailed back a couple of steps.
"Kinda? There are different kinds of ghosts, really." Phantom shrugged, going silent again. "We usually help out the other ghosts that can't meddle with the living realm. Lotta ghosts in Gotham with unfinished business."
"What kind of business?" Dick frowned.
Phantom turned to him, mischief in his eyes as he pressed a finger against the place where his lips should be. "Now, now. I ain't tellin' you, birdie. Client confidentiality and all that."
Jason grumbled something unintelligible.
"Now that ain't nice, Hood."
And then Jason grunts in response.
"C'mon, Hood!" The way Phantom whined, Dick was very sure he was pouting. "Tsk, tsk. Stop ghostin' me, wouldya?"
Dick held back a snort. While Jason's glare could be felt through his mask.
"What? That wasn't so bad! Wow... This crowd is dead."
Jason groans and Dick didn't even hide his laugh. Okay, maybe Phantom was pretty okay if you could ignore the fact that his group was pretty homicidal if needed.
"And there he is!" Phantom sounded almost mocking, the tone so strangely familiar to Dick. (Twas the sound of a younger sibling rolling their eyes). "Wraith! Brought the birdies!"
"Seriously?" Jason groaned again but stopped. Dick didn't think he was being unreasonable because holy shit!
Wraith had the same white hair as Phantom with skin paler than the damn moon. But unlike Phantom, the ends of his hair looked like fire. Red eyes instead of green... And built like a brick house, because what the fuck was that?! He was taller than Jason and Bruce! Maybe even standing taller than Superman if he stood a little straighter.
He wore the same monochrome outfit that Phantom wore and a mask that covered his mouth. With round, red tinted glasses over his eyes. Wraith was talking to the air, well, the dead. Dick could see the faint outline of a young woman.
The fucking fridge, Wraith, turned towards them once Phantom called for him.
"You fuckin' twerp, can't you see I'm still talkin'? Rude little shit."
And Dick may have realized something else. Oh. OH! That's why it was so familiar, that behaviour and mocking tone! Fucking shit, were Wraith and Phantom brothers?
Red eyes were soon trained on him. Wraith looked him over once, before humming with a smirk.
"So I was right... Nice to meet you, birdie."
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#Gotham's newest Crime Lord#Oh... Oh but also capitalize it!#dick grayson#dpxdc#danny phantom#dc x dp#danny fenton#jason todd#crossover#nightwing#red hood#dan phantom#The Phantom Brows call their respective robins “Birdie”#THEY FINALLY FUCKING MEET!#Dick was just briefly third wheeling Dead on Main#Dick's older bro instincts lagged but he clock that sibling shit eventually#Jason is tired of the puns#danny is not#The “oh...OH” trope but make it capitalized and colored
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the trauma jean endured is horrific but there is something so inherently comedic about a trio of fuckass college kids meeting him and being like fuck . we have to deprogram an unwilling cultist
#aftg#tsc#aftg tsc#jean moreau#finally switching back to his perspective after meeting the trojans#i cannot wait#back to the book#sabrina feasts
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I don’t think we’ve ever seen you draw knight of dawn before 🤔 what are your thoughts about him? Or take?
I've drawn him a couple of times, just really little/in the background. but I should draw him more, I love this guy a lot! I have many, many thoughts about him and the way he parallels Silver...and also I think it is extremely funny that his ghost is stuck in a ring. especially considering where that ring has been for the last 16-ish years.
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#don't mind me just killing time waiting for maintenance to end so i can stick my face directly into 7-12#i mean i'm on the record (read: constantly posting) about how much i love the whole tragique backstory behind mal's birth#and. look. hold on it's a day ending in y time to be embarrassing about anime characters online again#no but really i love him. i love how he's such a vague figure but also the way his and silver's stories contrast#i cannot articulate it very well but just#i love how he's essentially like...bad end silver#he let himself go along with the big evil plan because he wanted to save his dad and not betray his king and all that#and when he finally did take a stand it was too late to stop the worst of it#meanwhile silver was immediately like NOPE WE'RE NOT DOING THIS#silver is NOT going to end up slaying the dragon thank you very much#me kicking my stupid little legs in glee over it all#and! the retrospect when you realize! that he was the one leading silver around lilia's memories!!!!#he is so happy that silver and lilia have each other!#he's so happy for them!#i want to put him in a can and hold him in my pocket for 16 years#also: his ridiculous hair. it's so silly and so good.#may vil never meet him#the knowledge that there's someone with naturally gorgeous hair who has somehow done it even dirtier than silver would destroy him
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mr reca fic where he’s suffering a creative slump due to the lack of good scripts (by his standards) from various screenwriters. he feels himself going positively insane with every script he’s given.
it’s too dull. it’s too predictable. this one has no creative flair whatsoever!! that one just doesn’t spark enough imagination!!!
it’s troublesome, really. some think he’s really going through it, while others believe the scripts he’s been given won’t bring him enough money. but really, who cares about monetary value when it is he who cannot even begin to picture himself enjoying the process that comes with each script?
and so that is how he finds himself wandering around aimlessly. sometimes the outdoors is necessary for the mind, and who knows? perhaps he really will find something that will give him a spark. hmm, those trees are looking a little dull. the sky overhead is too cloudy. hm? did he just hear thunder—
something collides into his chest, a choked “oof!” following soon after. he stumbles backwards a little, papers flying through the air around him. he blinks once, twice, at the sight of you on the ground, muttering something under your breath before a sharp gasp escapes you, hastily scrambling to gather the papers fluttering and strewn around.
one such paper falls into his hands. he glances over its contents, skimming through it as he goes to pass it over to you with an apology at the tip of his tongue, only to freeze.
this… this is genius! this is absolutely the pinnacle of writing!! while a little rough around the edges (as drafts usually tend to be), his once clouded mind is now clear, giving way to a blank canvas which slowly depicts the imagery your writing induces. idea after idea pours into his brain as he can visualise exactly what he wants, his body trembling and heart pounding as he insantly fixates on your panicked form still collecting all the fallen papers.
“yes… yes! this is what i was looking for! everything about this is pure artistry! the possibilities are endless, the sky is the limit!!”
this is possibly the happiest and freest he has felt in what seems like eons! seriously, compared to those other mind-numbing scripts this truly is the pinnacle of writing itself.
a laugh full of pure, unadulterated glee escapes him, careful not to crinkle the god-sent paper cradled in his palms. “you! you’re a genius!”
“i’m a wha…?”
he whirls in the direction of the source of the voice, further praises and a proposal for a collaboration on the tip of his tongue, only for his breath to catch in his throat.
you… you’re so radiant! even with that disheveled appearance and absolutely adorable confused expression you’re giving him, he never realised such beauty existed! not only does your writing fill him with endless creativity, but his pounding heart, parched throat and warming skin tells him you’re definitely the main character!
but wait! if you were to be the main character, then would that make him the main character’s love interest? surely he wouldn’t have had such a cliché meet-cute like bumping into each other if he wasn’t the love interest! but what if there is a second love interest? no, no, he can oust them…
you, on the other hand, believe you’re about to get whiplash instead of the man, baffled at how he instantly switched from a maniac to stark silence to muttering senselessly with a dreamy expression.
well, each to their own. you have more pressing matters, and that’s to quickly return home and continue fantasising before you forget the idea! but first, you have to get the last piece of paper back…
“um… sir? can i have my paper back, please?”
in an instant, he kneels in front of you. now that you’re at eye level, he certainly is very handsome. if you didn’t know any better, you would have thought this was some movie or drama plot with him as the main lead! oh, but why is he holding your hands—
“yes, i will spend the rest of my life with you.”
“…what?”
tldr; you’re just a silly writer who daydreams far too much for their own good, and somehow managed to bag top-tier director mr reca with the power of said daydreams. (his ever-growing obsession with you is concerning to say the least but, hey! what genius isn’t at least a little insane?)
#sophie talks : concepts <3#HE IS JUST A SILLY I LOVE HIM SO MUCH COBGRATS FOR FINALLY BEING REAL AFTER SO LONG MR RECA MY LOVE#i wanna turn this into a long fic…. delusional meets delusional….. grrr……#when he sees u for the first time u have the sparkly shoujo filters and everything no i do not make the rules#mr reca x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#mr reca x you#honkai star rail x you#hsr x you
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#illustration#trans man#oc#milomir#yuval#im finally writing down their story for my book..#Yuval is hard to be around. Often in a bad mood and makes reasons to not like everyone he meets. Excuses to not be close to people#A paranoid depressive lost in his head..But poetic and yearning when alone.#Milomir is also rough around the edges but very loyal to those he likes. Doesn't have good boundaries. He is obsessive and goes too far.#He's the fairy the other fairies are kinda like “Uh.. Dude.. Too much..” to#yuval thinks the sea is trying to kidnap him (and he's right)#milomir spent hundreds of hours crafting the wings he wears so he would look like a more acceptable fairy. He's actually a whirligig beetle#His hood covers his second set of eyes.#anyway I thought I would arrange their panels in a nice way..
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