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liquid-luck-00 · 3 years ago

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Truth / Lies

Bio!Dad Bruce

Bio!Dad Masterlist ~~~ Ao3 ~~~ First ~~~ Previous ~~~~~~~~~~

Marinette slipped out of the apartment early the next morning. She ran through the city, the early morning air stung her skin, waking her up more with each step.

Last night was a whirlwind and she didn't let herself think about it. But now she was.

Three months, almost four.

She has only known she was a Wayne for four months.

If this had happened sooner. She shuddered at the thought, yet it still flitted across her mind. She would have married her brother had this happened sooner.

Would she have recognized Damian from the 10 seconds she spent looking at his photo that day. No, she wouldn't and that thought terrified her. If it happened before then, she wouldn't even know she had a brother.

Would Bruce have recognized her, maybe, but then again that was assuming he knew what she looked like. And knowing what and how this happened, they wouldn’t have even met until after the fact.

She didn't even realize she had made her regular circuit until she was back in front of their apartment building. She opened the door and made her way up.

Hopefully Tim was gone, and they wouldn't need to explain last night.

She opened the door and there was not only Tim, but also Dick, Jason, and Bruce. At the table was a statuesque Damian.

"How much did they get out of you?" She tentatively asked.

"They threatened to call Manhunter." Was his answer.

Okay they know nothing, but oh no, oh no, oh no. She sat next to Damian turning into statue number two.

"Mini, the two of you disappeared last night what happened." Dad tried to stay calm, but his patience must have been tested by Sol already.

"Two truths, one lie." She side eyed Damian.

"We were in Nanda Parbat." Damian started.

"We avoided one mind numbing wedding." Marinette continued.

"The order has a larger moral back-bone than the league."

"You two aren't seriously playing this game to stall, are you?!" Tim seemed close to a mental breakdown. Then again, he hasn't slept in a week, so them disappearing may be the straw that broke him.

"Nanda Parbat and the league are tied so 1 and 3 are true." Jason figured.

"I would agree if this wasn't the second time, they said they avoided a wedding." Tim sighed.

"But it doesn't add into any of the others." Dick added.

"This morning their excuse was they were avoiding a wedding." Tim supplied.

"The truths are 1 and 2." Dad spoke definitely.

"Care to fill in the rest of the class B." Jason scoffed.

"Mini looks down for a fraction of a second when she lies, and she didn't when she said 2. Leaving 1 or 3 as the lie. Damian doesn't have a tick but using what he said 1 is true." He explained.

"There is no way for them to make that round trip in such a short time." Dick thought aloud. "Unless the order is filled with magic users. Meaning it is possible. And kidnapping kids could count as a lower moral backbone."

"Okay, so you're right, but kidnapping isn't the reason the League has a larger moral compass." Marinette assured.

"Do we want to know why the League of fucking Assassins has a larger moral backbone than an order of supposedly good magicians?" Jay was the one to speak the question on everyone's mind.

"Well if not saying or attempting to stop marrying two underage people is any indication." Damian scoffed.

"I honestly think it was their idea in the first place." Marinette mused aloud.

"Please for the love of god tell me you two weren't the ones getting married." Tim finally put it together.

"We avoided one hell of a headache inducing wedding. What do you think." She confirmed exasperated.

In a second (4) Errors could be seen on the faces of their family.

"Mini how long will it take to get to the league with Kaalki?" Dad was the first to recover, but his voice was eerily level, scarier than his even tone as Batman.

"Instantaneously, but someone who knows it better should be the one opening the portal." She responded quickly.

"Give the glasses to your brother. Damian open a portal."

Neither of them put up a fight, doing exactly as they were told. Not 20 seconds later all six of them were back in the middle of the League of Assassins following a clearly pissed off Bruce Wayne.

Thank kwamii that everyone else seem to know exactly where they were going in this compound because she sure didn’t. She walked right next to Damian the entire time and they were both watching their fathers back.

Twist and turns one after another and they finally came to what she can only describe as a throne room. When she saw the piece of shit that is Damian's maternal grandfather once again.

"Ra's." Was all her father stated. It is no exaggeration when she says that the color drained from that man’s face. She apparently wasn’t the only one contemplating exactly what had gone down last night. And the inevitable reaction of her family. What she failed to notice however, but her father didn’t was next to him was the same monk, still there. "Name." He ordered.

"Su-Han." He still spoke with dignity, but fear crept into his voice and stance.

"What the fuck did you try to do to my kids." Bruce growled in that instant she stopped breathing.

"Holy shit did Bruce just..." Jason stage whispered to Dick. However, she still couldn’t breathe and just watched the exchange. If she didn’t know her father’s rule to not kill, she would think he would be about to kill both Ra's and Su-Han, but she did know that rule. She’s pretty sure her father my break it though.

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Bruce immediately was in a state of shock.

As Batman he had contingencies and plans in place for everything and anything. But this, this never was a probable scenario ever.

Once his shock faded, he saw red, he was absolutely livid. Children, his children, were almost married, for what. A feud that neither knew even existed.

"Mini how long will it take to get to the league with Kaalki?" His voice was dead even, attempting and failing to keep his anger in check. Thank God Hawkmoth was no more.

"Instantaneously, but someone who knows it better should be the one opening the portal." She responded quickly.

"Give the glasses to your brother. Damian open a portal."

Mini handed Damian the glasses, who immediately opened a portal. He walked through with his kids in tow, but he did not stray from his warpath. He found Ra's and another man, who wore the symbol on Mari's box.

"Ra's." Was all he said, knowing he had the man's attention the moment he entered. He showed no attempt to be bored. or uninterested. In fact, if it didn't seem impossible, Bruce would go so far as to say he was scared. He then looked over at the second man. "Name." He spoke again.

"Su-Han." He still spoke with dignity, but fear crept into his voice and stance.

"What the fuck did you try to do to my kids." Bruce demanded.

"It is not like you to visit." Ra's seemed to dance around his question.

"Why my kids?!" His voice rose and patience dwindled. So much so he didn't notice his two youngest slipped out of the room. While the older three seemed to be eating cookies and pastries, watching the show.

"Them being related was an unforeseen factor." Su-Han answered. "For there to be peace the two organizations needed to be unified."

"And both of you rubbed your cumulative two brain cells together and thought marrying two kids together is a valid response."

It was Ra's turn to speak. "Both of your children happen to be the next in line to command both respective organizations. Marriage was simply a contract between the two individual organizations to maintain peace. Although that failed to occur."

"Why did marriage come before I don't know, a god damn Peace treaty." He stopped to breathe.

"Given our history." Su-Han tried to make a point, but he didn't let him.

"You want history, I hear they have been around since the time of the Ancient Egyptians and the Ancient Babylonian Empires."

Both men stood there seemingly trying to formulate any response that could work. “Marriage was the most reliable method to promote unity between the two.”

"Bullshit, you both wanted something quick and easy." An explosion was heard in the compound, sending Ra's into a fighting stance. "You both wanted to make it their responsibility to keep the peace. And when it would fail you would use it as an excuse to return to fighting one another."

A full minute of pure silence when no one so much as moved drawled on. Until the doors opened, and in walked his children, as a fox and a horse with two Kwamii in front of them.

"Are you two the ones responsible for the explosion?"

They looked at one another, then back at him. Damian was the one who answered. "Yes."

"What did you four do?" He asked, although he only did so more out of obligation than curiosity.

"We may have destroyed all the Pools of Miracles." Tikki flew forward and answered.

"You destroyed the Lazarus Pits / Pools!" Was shouted by Ra's and Su-Han.

"Yes, so it's magic cannot be further twisted." Mari stood firm.

"And for the monks to stop using it to extend their lives." Damian added.

"Can I spite them now?" A cat Kwamii he never met before asked him.

"I should be more disappointed, but I'm not." He sighed. "Go on ahead."

"Pigtails your family is the best." The cat cheered. "Now for you two."

The best way to explain what he did was that he phased through each of their hearts and floated on back. The entire time he were a grin that rivaled the cheshire cat.

"Plagg, what did you do?" Tikki tentatively asked.

"What's the fun in telling you now. Plagg cackled. With that they all left, back to Paris. Never mess with his kids, because one they can God damn take care of themselves and two, he may not kill but he will supervise if even one of them is hurt.

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let-them-read-fics · 4 years ago

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BP Headcanon / One Shot: Raising A Kid With Lisa

Requested By Anon: Lisa / Reader while they're raising a kid

Quote Requested By @ssamssamu: "I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… not love at first sight exactly, but- familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you."

Pairing: Lisa x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Slight Angst, Happy Ending

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: This one's kinda long, guys 😳 I hope you enjoy, though. Thank you for the requests!

PS ~ Your child is female in this

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Dear lord... 🛐🤰

Let's get started

First off: milf

Second off: you'd either come home to find her, your child, and your 5 cats passed out, or chaotically playing with one another

WHEN YOU'RE NEW PARENTS:

If you give birth, she's literally the most supportive wife ever

Getting you any and everything you need, no matter the time of day or night

"Lis?" You ask into the darkness, voice coming out rough as it slips past your sleepy lips. Her soft snoring is cut off in an instant as she wakes up, ready to help.

"I'm here, my love." She yawns, quickly stretching before reaching forward to take your hand into her own.

"Can you get me some ice chips?" You wince, hating to make her trek all the way down the hall when she was comfortable and sleeping so well.

"On it, baby." She stands and brushes her lips against your forehead, reassuring you that she doesn't mind the task.

"Thank you; I love you," you call after her as she walks towards the door. She turns to you just as she reaches it, pressing a kiss to her fingers before holding a finger heart up for you.

"I love you more."

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"Here you go," she says, helping you sit up in the hospital bed. "I got you a little water with it, just like you like." She raises the cup for you, tilting it so that the cool liquid can slide towards your lips, soothing your dry mouth. The styrofoam squeaks lightly, momentarily accompanying the sound of the beeping monitor that's keeping track of your vitals.

You gently push the cup away after you're satisfied, wrapping your arms around her waist as she puts it on the bedside table. She cuddles you back, kissing the top of your head.

"Thanks again, babe. I don't know what I'd do without you." You mumble against her, still exhausted from all that you went through earlier today. She crouches down beside you, taking your hands within her own as she looks up into your eyes.

"You've made me the happiest woman in the world, Y/N/N; I have you and our cute little baby girl now. I think that's more than a fair trade for getting ice chips at 3 in the morning."

You laugh, leaning forward to rest your forehead against hers.

"We did pretty good, didn't we?" You ask after a moment, gazing over at the clear bin your daughter is laying in, resting peacefully.

"We sure did." Lisa says, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She raises a hand to your cheek, cupping the soft skin as she looks at you tenderly.

If she gives birth, you'd do everything for her as well and take good care of her as she recovers

She'd try to be a bit more independent, though, just because that's how she is

She secretly loves when you surprise her with just what she wanted, but was too shy / stubborn to ask for

You come back into the bedroom with a pint of ice cream and two spoons in hand, clad in one of her oversized shirts.

"I got your favorite," you smile, saddling up next to her on the bed. She sits up with a shy grin, feeling beyond lucky to have someone like you.

"Thank you baby," she says, taking a scoop of the sweet treat as you stick it out to her. She sighs as the flavor coats her tongue, reminding her of all the reasons it's her favorite.

"You know," she starts after a minute, grabbing your attention mid-bite. "You taste even better than this."

She smirks as you nearly choke on the ice cream, coughing a bit as it trails an icy path down your throat.

"Yah, jagi! Are you trying to kill me?"

She doesn't want to feel like a nuisance

You reassure her that she isn't at all, and eventually she listens to you

Lets you help her more and cater to her needs

Repays you in the form of cuddles and millions of sweet kisses

As soon as she can safely take care of herself, she's back to normal (aka, being a crackhead)

If you adopt or have a donor, oh boy

That child is spoiled the moment you lay eyes on it

Raising her as your own

You agree to tell her about her past when she's older, if she wants that

Constant reassurance of your love for her

Telling her how proud you are of her

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She'd be teaching your kid dance moves before she could even walk

"Lis, baby, she literally just bent her knee."

"I don't know what you're talking about. She was definitely practicing the move I taught her last night."

Almost always making a mess when she feeds her (though that's not entirely Lisa's fault... babies are messy)

Seriously, both of them completely covered in baby food and milk when you walk in

Lisa asking if she can buy a hazmat suit for when it's her time on diaper duty

Pouting when you say no

She decides to wear goggles, gloves, and a face mask instead

Singing softly to your daughter as she rocks her to sleep

Sometimes falling asleep in your rocking chair with your baby in her arms

And you find them and just 🥺

WHEN YOUR DAUGHTER IS A TODDLER & UP:

Visiting Lisa's family and your own when you can

Very wholesome memories being made with them

Food fights

She is 110% down to act silly and do anything your kid wants

You unlock the front door of your shared home, tiredly rubbing your neck after a long day of work. The sound of one of your daughter's favorite movies playing on the living room TV brings a smile to your face, and you quickly set your things on the kitchen table before joining them.

Upon stepping foot into the room, you comically narrow your eyes.

"What are you wearing?" You ask both of them as an amused smile grows on your lips.

Lisa turns to you now, appearing to have been so invested in the movie that she hadn't even heard you come home. You start to wonder if maybe she was the one who wanted to watch the movie all along.

A tin foil hat rests atop her head, matching the adorable, mini-sized version that your daughter is modeling. Lisa's grin widens cutely as she looks you up and down, happy to finally have you back home.

"Here mama, we made one for you, too!" Your daughter says excitedly, giggling as she hops up and runs towards you, cap in hand. You crouch down so she can put it on you, feeling your heart melt at the happy look in her eyes; she's proud of herself, and so are you.

"Thank you baby, it fits just right." You praise, lifting her into your arms as Lisa stands up and approaches you.

"We missed you, lovey." She presses her lips to yours, humming against them when you bring a hand to her hip to pull her even closer. You pull away before you can get too invested and scar your child for life, opting instead to cuddle into the cozy embrace that Lisa offers to the two of you.

The warm material of her sweater brushes against your skin as she brings her arms around both of you, protecting you from the slightly chilly air of the room.

"You know, I still have no idea what the hat's for..." you smirk, feeling your daughter raise her head from where it previously came to rest against your shoulder. She scoffs, sounding offended that you don't know the answer.

"It's to protect us from aliens. Duh," she rolls her eyes, making you and Lisa chuckle. Clearly Jennie has been giving her some sass lessons lately.

"My most sincere apologizes, princess," you bow your head in mock shame, doing your best to conceal your smile.

"Let's go sit back down. I wanna hold my girls," Lisa declares softly, kissing your temple as you go to agree.

The three of you make your way back to the couch, snuggling up close as Lisa presses play.

Very affectionate

Constantly squishing your cheeks and gushing about how cute you are (she does the same thing to your daughter too)

Spoils her (and you) rotten

Matching onesies

Matching outfits, totally coordinated (usually Celine or some other designer brand)

Pillow / blanket forts

"Queen Y/N, requesting entrance." You announce with a smile, hands full of snacks for the three of you as you sit back on your knees in waiting.

From inside, you hear Lisa say, "Your Highness, there's a guest at the door. Would you like to see her?"

Your daughter's faux royal voice almost makes you crack up. "Oh, alright. Open up." She commands, sounding British.

Lisa parts the front two blankets, doing her best to conceal her grin as she locks eyes with you.

"SNACKS!" Your daughter shrieks, completely breaking character.

"No no no! Wait--" She eagerly rushes over to you, knocking you over in the heat of the moment. Your mom skills kick in and allow you to angle the bowls correctly and keep most of the food in, though a few stray pieces of popcorn fall out and land in your hair.

"Oops... sorry mommy," your daughter says, snickering softly.

Lisa leans over you, peering down at where you now lay on your back. She smirks as she picks some of the popcorn out of your hair.

If you're preparing a meal for the three of you, they'd turn on some music and come hang in the kitchen with you

Dance battles everywhere

Lisa doesn't always let your daughter win, either, and it makes your little girl all the more competitive

Taking your daughter to street markets to introduce her to new foods and develop her palate

Betting on what foods she'll like more

Lisa getting sulky when she loses, and never shutting up about it when she wins

PICTURES PICTURES PICTURES

Lisa's always taking pictures of you all to add to your family photo book

More like photo books

Seriously so many pictures. She just can't get enough of how cute her little unit is

Taking trips to local cat cafés to let the gang play

Lisa convincing you to let her get another cat

"Pleaaaase?" She draws the word out, wrapping her arms around your waist. You glance over to where your daughter is surrounded by a sea of fluff balls, almost unable to be seen. She's laughing her head off, filling the room with her cute giggles as the kitties brush against her.

"Just one more. Last one." Lisa says, gathering your attention again.

"You said that last time," you quip.

"I mean it this time."

"I feel like that's a lie..."

"If you let me get this cat, there'll be a reward for you later." She husks the last part out, letting her fingers trail to the back of your neck to rest there. She leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek, then your jawline, smiling against your skin when she feels your heart beat a little faster.

"Fine, Lisa. But this is the last one," you point a finger at her, pushing her back slightly.

"Thank you, my love. You won't regret it." She smirks, head held high as she slaps your butt and goes to the crate to pick her cat of choice.

Roadtrips

Sightseeing and exploring

Teaching your daughter how to take good pictures, too

"My little prodigy" - Lisa (🥺🥲)

You and your daughter go to Lisa's performances anytime you're able

Cheering the girls on, fully decked out in BP merch

"BLACKPINK IS THE REVOLUTION!" Your daughter screams, bonking her light stick against her head wildly. From the vantage point of your front row seat, you lock eyes with Lisa before glancing down at the little human with an amused smile. Lisa laughs when she notices her, leaving only the backing track to play for a second. She giggles again and points to you before picking back up with the song, a wide smile on her lips.

The other members look down and laugh, too, clapping for her.

Your baby has too much energy for her own good -- something she definitely got from your wife.

Visiting the girls often

They always love to see both of you

Jennie makes food for her and spoils her with lazy days, Jisoo teaches her how to play video games and be more of a crackhead, and Rosé teaches her to paint and sing (and also speak with an Australian accent)

"Nœř"

They all have a secret handshake with her, different for each member

Which you think is absolutely adorable

They always take such good care of her

Always showing up for her school recitals and performances

When you pack your daughter's lunch, Lisa will usually sneak extra sweets into her bag, thinking you don't notice. You do, but you'd never tell her that. Seeing her think she's actually being sneaky is cute

Your Relationship With Lisa

Playful banter

She still makes time for you

Likes to be connected in some way as often as possible. Holding hands or pinkies, back hugs, kisses, gentle caresses, cuddling, etc. -- anything she can do to constantly remind you of her love.

You both always look forward to date nights

You drop your daughter off so the girls can watch her, or you call a sitter

Lisa takes you wherever you wanna go

Some past places: the park (to stargaze), the roller rink, fancy restaurants, art museums / galleries, couples dance classes (when you want to practice a new style and have an excuse to dance the night away together), or even just the couch

Sometimes both of you are too exhausted to go out, so you opt to stay in instead

Other times she wants to get all fancied up and see how gorgeous you look in your outfit of choice

She loves to show you off

"Damn, baby. How do you get hotter every time I see you?"

You look over at her with an incredulous expression, still clad in your oversized shirt with you hair pulled back.

"I haven't even gotten ready yet..."

"Still sexy," she coos, coming up behind you to give you a hug. You settle back into her arms, sighing softly when she trails soft kisses along your shoulder, towards your neck.

"I have to shower," you inform her, releasing the words gently. Part of you knows you'll be late for your reservation if you let her continue, but you can't find it in yourself to care. You've been aching for her touch lately, both of you caught up with the stressors of life. But she's here now, letting her hands roam to the places she knows they shouldn't be.

"Lis..."

"You know," she pecks the mark she just finished making on your neck, feeling satisfied as it darkens before her eyes, "I'm in need of a shower, too." Her fingertips flirt with the waistband of your panties, dipping underneath the material to caress your skin.

"Didn't you get in a couple hours ago?" You ask, furrowing your brows in genuine curiosity.

She laughs at that, letting her head fall against your shoulder as she stills her movements.

"Y/N, can't you just go along with it? Jeez, let me flirt with you."

Both of you chuckle together now, giggles mixing together as they fill the air of the room.

"Alright, alright. Go ahead."

"You look-- No, you know what? Let's just get in. I'll show you instead."

One of the best showers of your life ;)

You somehow managed to make it to your reservation on time

Lisa had to help you walk, though

Cause, ya know

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Flirted like crazy at dinner

But was also very romantic

As a plane blinks by in the distance, merely a speck on its journey across the dusky sky, Lisa ponders on what her life would've been like, had she not met you. That lonely looking plane symbolizes what she'd probably be doing right now: flying somewhere for tour or brand deals. Every flash of its lights is like a call out to the universe, searching for something it doesn't yet have. It reminds her of how she felt before she met you -- like something was missing.

"I love you, Y/N/N, so much," she says out of the blue, looking over to you. "I'm lucky to call you mine." She says sincerely, gazing into your eyes with a big smile. You turn her into a lovesick, giddy teenager just by being yourself. One look from you is capable of sending her falling all over again.

Her fingers intertwine with your own, hands resting on the table.

"I'm so proud of us. There's no one I'd rather grow old with." You bring her wrist to your lips, kissing it tenderly. Her heart melts at the action, and she cups your cheek in her palm.

She takes you to the park after dinner, right back to the place you met

It leads to a big sentimental talk about when you fell for one another and realized you were in love

You take a bite of the froyo you got as desert on the way here, looking over to her as she begins explaining.

"I knew I did from that first moment we met. It was… not love at first sight exactly, but- familiarity. Like: oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you."

She looks so sweet after she says it that you almost melt right then and there. You put the container down on the bench beside you before turning back to her. Curiosity shines in her doe eyes as she waits on your answer.

"Oddly enough, it was the same for me," you start, feeling your cheeks tug up into a smile as the memories come flooding back. "As soon as I made you laugh that first time -- when I saw your face light up after I told that stupid joke -- I knew it was you. I never knew what I was missing until I met you."

She cups your cheek, rubbing the pad of her thumb across it as tears begin to well up in her eyes. Years ago, when both of you happened to be in this very spot at the same time, you had no idea what life had in store for you. She had no idea that when she accidently bumped into a complete stranger, that that person would become her world.

She wouldn't feel complete without you, and neither would you without her. The life you've created has taken sacrifices and courage, but you know you'll always have one another no matter what. She makes the hard days bearable, and the good days unforgettable. She's your reason, just as you're hers.

"I love you--"

Both of you say the phrase at the same time, laughing when you realize it. It's a sweet moment, plucked straight out of a romcom.

She leans forward after a few seconds to kiss your lips, reclaiming them for her own.

Holding hands as you walk through the city

Not wanting the night to end

You stop in a couple other thrift shops and take some pictures together before deciding to go home

You catch up on some movies / Netflix / trashy TV that you've been wanting to watch together, finally having enough time to do so

She holds you close, snuggling up against you and not letting you go

Fights

Of course, they're inevitable

Never fun

You both communicate well, though, so they don't happen too often

But when they do, they usually start over little things, your annoyance only heightened by the stress you're constantly under

It's tough on Lisa, being an idol on top of everything else, and it's tough on you to have to raise your daughter alone sometimes

You don't fight in front of her (your child), and you don't say things to attack each other's character. Sometimes you just get loud because you're frustrated and trying to get the other to understand things from your point of view

You usually take time to cool down and then come back together later, once you've had time to think and reflect

After putting your daughter to bed, Lisa comes to your shared bedroom.

"Y/N/N, baby, I'm sorry. Please open up, I need to see you." She says quietly, resting her forehead against the door. She's beyond disappointed in herself, baffled by the fact she could treat you in such a way.

You look over to it, weighing your options as you toy with your wedding ring out of habit. This was a particularly nasty fight, and you hated every second of it; the anger in her eyes broke your heart.

She hears shuffling from inside, and she stands up straight. When you open the door and lean against it, eyes red and cheeks puffy from crying, her heart sinks. It's not surprising that her words hurt you so much, but knowing that she caused you pain in any way is almost too much to bear.

She purses her lips as she gathers her thoughts, and you momentarily look down to the floor, scuffing your foot to busy yourself.

"I never should've said any of that to you. Work has just been stressing me out lately with the comeback and all, and I took it out on you. I was wrong," she says, fresh tears spilling out of her eyes. She quickly wipes them away, not wanting the moment to be about her. She knows if she breaks down in front of you right now, you'll be forgiving her in an instant and wrapping her in the embrace that she's been in dire need of all evening.

That's exactly why she doesn't give in; now isn't the time to be selfish. She sniffles, willing the tears away as she finds the words she wants to say to you. She has to make things right.

"You're everything I've ever wanted, and I treated you like that? I'm ashamed of myself, Y/N. I'm not asking you to forget about this; I just want you to know how sorry I am."

You let a shaky breath out as you look into her eyes, deciding on what to do. You can tell she's being genuine; her fear of losing you is real, and she's doing everything she can to prove how guilty she feels.

You drop your hand from the knob and step through the threshold of the door, wrapping your arms around her neck. The second you do, her tears finally begin spilling out again. Your hair tickles her nose as she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, securing her arms around your waist like her life depends on it. You cry together, letting out all of your stress and frustrations while muttering out strained apologies and I love yous.

"I forgive you, Lisa." She sobs a bit harder at that, and you feel her lip tremble. You stay like that until you both calm down, your sniffles fading to hitched breaths every now and then.

"Come on, let's go take a bath."

She decides to take over, wanting to make it up to you. She has you sit down and relax while she lights some candles and fills the tub with your favorite scents and oils

She comes back out into the bedroom to get you as the tub fills up

She carries you back to the bathroom, cradling you lovingly in her arms

You get in and cuddle, massaging the pain and tension away from each others shoulders

Very soft way to end such a stressful day

She reassures you that she'll be better for you and that she never wants to lose you or jeopardize what you have

You believe her, and to this day she's never been like that again

You still argue from time to time, but you both listen more and stop things before they can escalate

When All Is Said & Done

At the end of the day, Lisa always makes sure you know how happy you make her and how much she loves her life with the both of you

Even though things get hard sometimes, you wouldn't want to do it with anyone else

One day, when your daughter is away at school, Lisa and you are snuggled up on the couch, watching some TV

"Y/N/N?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Let's make another baby."

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infinitegalahad · 4 years ago

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YOUR PROMPTS ARE OPEN!!!! 🥳🥳🥳 im so excited this time has come! you know i'll probably send a few but for my first i'd like to request #'s 33 and 50 from the fluff prompts with my dear shifty, of course. mucho love 2 u!

A LITTLE PIECE OF HOME

Summary: Before your childhood friends Popeye and Shifty are shipped out, Popeye brings his new camera and decides to make some last minute memories.

Word-Count: 1.9k

Prompts: “can i keep it, the photo of us?” and “look at me.”

A/N: pearl, my love, my life-HI! your little request was beyond fun to write! this piece is short and sweet in (hopefully) all the right places-anything for you! shifty is our sweet sunshine boy and it was a pleasure to write for you. i hope you request more prompts soon my love-thanks you for being there for me. your messages always brighten my day. i hope you enjoy ❣️✨

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It was the perfect day outside. In Virginia, it felt like summer all year round. But today was different-it was absolutely gorgeous. The sun shined bright as the heat burned down on your exposed shoulders with the sun making your skin become pink. The day seemed too perfect for it to end so soon.

You, Darrell, and Robert had been friends since the three of you were in diapers. You all grew up in a small tight-knit town; living down the same dirt road that went for miles on end, going to the same Sunday church and packed diner for pancakes and milkshakes, walked all over the train tracks, the three of you were conjoined at the hip. Wherever they went, you went with them.

Robert was the one who brought the group together. In second grade, Robert and Darrell had been playing during recess one day and saw you, sitting all by yourself with tears coming out of your big eyes and your hair and dress all covered in dirt. Darrell saw you and ran over. He didn’t know you, but he hated seeing other people sad-so not only were you crying, but Darrell burst into loud sobs, followed by Robert. When you had stopped crying, Darrell and Robert took you to their little play corner and got wet clothes, rubbing the dirt from your face. The boys in your school had been teasing you and kicked dirt in your direction, messing up the outfit your mama had made for you. While Darrell attempted to “make you pretty” again, he asked for your name and asked if you had any friends. Once you told him your name and that you had no friends, he said that he and Robert were your new friends from now on.

And they truly were.

Now the three of you we’re in your twenties-still living in that small town in Virginia. Each of you had changed in appearance. Popeye grew into his round-face, his thin hair receding, but his dimples and slurred accent still remaining the same. Shifty, well to you-he was handsome. He hadn’t changed one bit, but every day he got even more handsome to look at it. He grew from the sweetheart who cried with you in second grade to the boy who offered to take you platonically to prom since nobody was “in their right mind” to do so. The boy with the sun-tanned skin and comforting smile was your best friend and the love of your life. But how could you tell him? Almost every girl wanted him. Bless their hearts, but he was too shy for his own good-and so were you. Considering your experience with men, you decided it was best if you and Shifty would stay friends. The two of you had done some for nearly a decade. But as you got older, it got harder to contain those feelings. Whenever you looked at him, you felt like you were going to throw up your heart.

The three of you all believed that you would live in this town for the rest of your lives and until you were all old and real adults. But that all changed in an instant.

Robert and Shifty had signed up for the Paratroopers and we’re being shipped out to Toccoa early next morning. They had broken the news to you last night at Shifty’s house with his poor Ma, breaking into tears. Just like his ma, Shifty’s big eyes began to burst into tears, which made everybody cry. Whenever he got emotional, it always reminded you of a younger and more innocent Shifty, the one that never missed a single shot and loved nature. Your one, true friend who you could tell anything to, the one who knew your small quirks and deepest secrets. The one man that you loved more than anything in the world that was now slipping through your fingers.

In that very field you sat in, you stayed silent most of the time. Shifty had his rifles slung over his shoulders, donning light blue overalls as he and Popeye walked around, casually conversing about being Paratroopers. You hide behind the tall grass, slowly picking the petals off of a bright daisy, muttering to yourself. You watched his every move; his lips moving with a smile, his smooth skin glittering in the sun, and his chocolate brown hair becoming golden in the bright sun.

You had become so lost in your own little world that you didn’t even notice Shifty, standing right next to you. He poked your shoulder and saw you looked up with a confused face, progressing your surroundings.

“Y/n? You okay?” He asked, bending down with his hands on his knees. “You’ve been awfully quiet.”

You looked up and subtle smiled to cover up your sadness. “I am, Darrell. Just a little sleepy.”

Darrell held out a free hand in front of your face, “Well, you wanna with me just a little?

You silently responded and took his hand, which lingered for longer than you wanted it to. His hands had been so worked, his skin remained as soft as silk. His fingertips finessed against your palm. The two of you walked side by side as you walked side by side, the sounds of the wind blowing through the tall grass filling the silent void.

Darrell was a little concerned by your quiet behavior. You were normally very energetic about him and Robert, but you were as silent as a mouse today. It was your last time truly with him and for Robert for one month, one year, who knew how long they would be gone for. Darrell maybe would never see you again, the small town the two of you grew up in, your bright smile. He wanted to see that every single day; whether that be waking up to you in the morning or having a little piece of you overseas.

Darrell was very in touch with his emotions, unafraid to conceal them. His ma always taught him to be honest, and that’s what he did best. So when you were down, he had to fix it before it was too late.

“Y/n?” He said in a low tone, turning over to see you, unresponsive as you looked down at your fiddling hands. You were hurting, and it broke his heart to see what. “Can you tell me what’s bothering you?”

You were unresponsive as you kept your eyes down, your hands scrunching with the fabric of your flowy skirt. He had done nothing wrong-he never had done anything wrong to you ever. But it was hard to think that the next time you would hear from Shifty-it could be a military letter and announce that he had died a hero. Just another number in a never-ending war. And that you, a fool, never confessed how you felt to your childhood best friend.

Darrell stopped in his tracks and let out a soft sigh, tenderly grabbing your forehand to stop you as well. His free hand moved to the edge of your chin, gently tilting it sideways so you would make eye contact with him.

“Look at me,” Darrell politely requested, his voice shaky.

You followed his request and looked at him, seeing that he was fighting back tears. You weren’t the only one, which made you feel relieved and even sadder.

“Oh Darrell...you know if I start with my waterworks, you’ll be followed’ after,'' You remarked and let out a dry chuckle, masking the incoming tears. It was too late and a stray tear escaped from Shifty’s eye, his pink lips quivering as he was speechless.

Just like you had stated, two tears came from your eyes as you used a finger to wipe him away. “Told ya’ so. Look at us, just little kids.”

Darrell rested in your palm, rubbing against it like a cat would with a pillow. “Like it was yesterday. I remember washing the dirt from your cheeks so I could make you look pretty again. Don’t know why I ever said that-you still are pretty.”

You patted his cheeks as you lead his hands down into your own, squeezing them. Darrell and you stood in the open field, hands tangled with each other, the wind blowing against you as the grass tickled your bare feet. Not only did the humidity make you feel warm, but so did the growing heat in your cheeks.

“How do you tell someone you love them?” Darrell casually questioned to break the silence that was growing in the wind.

A smile crept on your face, “Just like your ma would say, you just gotta be honest with yourself.”

“Well, I think I love you. No, I don’t think. I know it.” Darell declared, holding your hands close to his chest. “I wanted to let you know. I didn’t wanna ever tell you.”

You tilted your heart and let out a dreamy sigh. “Oh, Darell...I…”

The sudden click and flash of a camera before blinded you and Shifty. You squint your eyes as they burned with flashes of white light as Shifty pulled you into his chest, his hands protectively resting on your lower back.

It was just Robert, holding his brand new camera over his eyes, his thin eyebrows raised and mouth wide open in shock. Instead of reacting, Shifty and you stayed close together, both red in the face along with Robert.

Robert took the photo out of the camera and shook it, tucking it into Shifty’s pocket. You opened your mouth to speak, but Robert beat you to it.

“I’ll leave you lovebirds to it,” Robert said as he turned around, walking away in a hurry, “I’ll see ya at the Power’s for supper-I hope.”

Once Robert had left, Shifty dug his fingers into his pocket to retrieve the photo. You leaned against his chest and observed the photo. Robert had caught the two of you in the middle of your confession, hands tangled as your eyes met. Both of you had smiles on your faces-and Darrell looked amazing-even if he was in black and white.

“That’s not a bad photo of you,” You complimented as you leaned into his nice smelling chest, “You looked handsome.”

“And you looked pretty-but you always do.” Shifty shot back, planting a kiss into your face. He observed the photo and then looked down at you to compare, a big smile appearing on his face like a child on Christmas morning. Shifty had found his answer, and it was not only right in front of him but in his fingertips.

“Can I keep it, this photo of us?” Darrell said in your hair as he shook the photo, “When I need a piece of home. I’ll give you my whole heart, anything you want, darlin’.”

You nodded your head, “Yes, you can. You don’t need to give me anything-but can I ask you something?”

“Yes, darlin’. Anything,” Darrell stated as he looked down at your adoringly. He looked like he wanted to give you the whole world in that moment, If he could have, he would have.

“We only got a night left together for a long time. Can we spend it all together? Just one night?”

Shifty flashed his bright smile and kissed each knuckle on your hand, leaving a small mark. “Yes ma’am.”

Once Shifty had neatly stored the cherished photograph of you into his breast project, the two of you grabbed each other's hands and walked down the gravel road, back to the Power’s residence for supper. You leaned against his shoulder, letting him lead you. Whenever Darrell had gone, you would follow along. You knew your last few hours together were short, but if it was your last time ever seeing Darell-you wanted to make the most of it.

#carrie writes #shifty powers #shifty powers x reader #band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #shifty powers imagine #band of brothers imagine

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winterhawkwonderland · 4 years ago

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2020 Exchange Round up!

It’s here!!! An easy to find complete list of works from our 2020 Winterhawk Wonderland Exchange event. It is listed by title of work and author or artist, and includes rating, summary, and word count (if applicable). Our event excluded any of the AO3 Big Four warnings, but please do check tags and warnings on each work before diving in, just in case you find something there that squicks or triggers you!

Once again, thank you all so much for participating and making this a great event! Love the Winterhawk fandom!

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The 300 Club by @fosterthefuture for @gwhell. Rated T, 10,109 words “Me here?” Bucky asks, a little hysterically. “What do you expect me to do, be the one to haul your frozen body in from the snow bank you inevitably fall into and die in?”Clint chuckles, as though what Bucky’s asked is completely illogical, which it decidedly is not. “Nah, you can suit up if you want to come along to make sure I stay on track, but I’ll make it back just fine. I really just need you to be here to make sure the door stays open, help me get my boots off and into those blankets when I get back.”“Clint,” Bucky asks, eyes now closed. “Please tell me you wouldn’t do this if you were completely alone.”The silence that emanates from the sauna is telling.“Well,” Clint finally says, “I’m trying to not get into the habit of lying to you, Barnes.”

40k misunderstandings by @verdantbogmoth for @flawsinthevoodoo. Not Rated, 3,280 words. “Are they real?” Bucky gasps. “Who keeps bags of real rose petals just lying on hand?”“Tony, for special random events and for us to steal to have fun with,” Clint supplies helpfully. “Where do they go?”“Everywhere,” Bucky decides. “The couch, the table, the fucking tv stand.” Clint pops the bag and they spend several minutes turning Bucky’s living area into a very perfumed, petal draped nightmare. “Oh, my god.” Bucky says gleefully. “It looks like a porno,” Clint claps. “A serial killer porno!” Bucky amends. “This is fantastic. Why aren’t rose petals everywhere, always. Why don’t more people just throw them around for any old event?”

[ART] Christmas fluff by @elynehil for @chekov-in-a-dress. Rated G. Winterhawk Wonderland gift :)

[ART] Cooking By The Book by @not-the-blue for @thegrowingwordsmith. Rated G. Clint attempts a holiday recipe from Bucky's childhood. He... might need a second attempt.

[art] i (heart) hawkeye by @gwhells for @lantaniel. Rated G. Art for lantaniel for the Winterhawk wonderland gift exchange!

[ART] i still feel this way when light catches your face by @quicksillver for @sevdrag. Rated G. Winterhawk Wonderland gift! :)

An Affinity for Elf Culture by @bella-dahlia for @trekchik. Rated T. 8,501 words. When Bucky Barnes was told he would be doing press and community outreach as part of his prosthetic program, no one mentioned to him it would involve dressing up like an Elf from the North Pole.The hella cute blonde elf in head to toe purple hadn't been brought up either.Hiding in his hoodie wasn't going to be an option, was it?

All I Want for the Holidays Is You by @merelypassingtime for @flowerparrish. Rated G. 7,205 words. Clint obligingly took the last name in the hat. Unfolding it he read the name, Bucky. Crap. What was he supposed to do with that? When Clint draws Bucky’s name for the Avengers holiday gift exchange, he struggles to find the perfect gift.

as long as it’s with you by @theproblemwithstardust for @theonlyceeceej. Rated T. 2,651 words. Clint didn’t know when the thing between him and Bucky became an actual thing. At some point the banter had evolved from a fun and engaging way to pass the time into a weirdly competitive game of flirting chicken.

A bad day turned good by @gabrielsammysangel for @misterknife. Rated G. 1,115 words. Clint Barton was having a bad day, one kiss to take it all away. Aka how a full bad day can be wipped away when you have a good boyfriend.

Bandages and Soot by @fanbinbun for @hawkguyandthewinterdude. Rated T. 2,358 words. “Oh, you’re new. Hi! I’m Clint. I come here often.” “I have been warned.” Bucky said with amusement curling his lips. “Got a name, or should I just give in and start calling you ‘hot nurse’?”

Because of Coffee and a Chocolate Doughnut. by @jazzrose343 for @loonyloopylisa. Rated M. 5,257 words. Bucky is an Actor. Clint is stunt actor and coordinator. Shenanigans Happen

Better Than Fine by @vexbatch for @theproblemwithstardust. Rated T. 4,439 words. Clint promised Kate he'd bring a plus one to her engagement party, but now he needs to find one. Maybe Bucky will do him a favor? Maybe Clint's crush on Bucky won't be a problem for said favor?

[ART] The Cat doesn't agree by @misterknife for @Inktastic1711. Rated G. 5 words. Clint was determined to get the best family photo this year. Except now he's pretty sure that fighting alien hoards or doombot armies might actually be easier than wrangling a cat into a sweater.Bucky says that Alpine's sorry.Clint thinks she might kill him in his sleep.

cause it's just what you must do by @sevdrag for yamyamyam. Rated T. 3,399 words. Clint ducks away at Tony's holiday party for a breather. Little does he know this closet is occupied.

Christmas With the Barnes's by @jstabe for @claraxbarton. Rated T. 3,163 words. He knows Clint is nervous. If he’s honest, he is a little too. He and Clint have been dating just shy of two years but with their hectic work schedules, it’s rare for them to have full days off together so Clint isn’t used to large family gatherings.

The Common Room by @trekchik for @nana-evans. Rated E. 1094 words. No one knows they're together. Right?

Communication is key by @averyrogers83writes for @harishe-art. Rated G. 3,434 words. Bucky screws up and pisses Clint off possibly ruining any chance of having more than a working relationship with the archer.

[ART] Cookies For Two by madnerding for @hopelessly-me. Rated G. 29 words. My prompt was for cookie decorating and I hope I delivered. Enjoy!

Coping Mechanisms by @mariana-oconnor for @feathers-and-cigarettes. Rated E. 4,321 words. After the events of Freefall, Clint Barton is exhausted, bruised and on everyone's Most Wanted list. Luckily, or unluckily, it's Bucky Barnes who ends up finding him.

Cover Me by @downwarddnaspiral for @feedmecookiesnow. Rated M. 8,618 words. Clint and Bucky end up off the grid and in close quarters. Featuring the world’s crappiest safehouse, a semi-retired spy, and an assassin with strong opinions about the cold.

Delicate, hand wash only by @mollynoble for @pherryt. Rated E. 6,074 words. “Hey, Buck, what do you need?” Clint moved closer, he wanted to reach out but he resisted the urge, that could be a bad idea right now. “What can I do to help?” He pitched his voice low and soothing. There was a pause, then Bucky's eyes focused on him. “Right now all I want is a bath and then sleep.”

Draw Me Like One of Your Frenchmen by @alchemistdoctor for @thwip. Rated M. 1,410 words. This is written for andthwip in the winterhawk wonderland exchange, who requested sexting during inappropriate times, date night ends in trying a new kink, or getting off in the field. I managed the first two!

Fate or Natasha by bear_shark for @kidd-you-not. Rated G. 1,663 words. How it ended: Bucky watched the rise and fall of Clint’s chest while he slept. Every few minutes, he would snuffle and rub his face against Bucky’s chest. Bucky’s phone pinged, and he carefully checked his texts. Natasha: How did your date with Clint go? Bucky sat up quickly, jostling Clint. “What the hell?”

The Fight Before Christmas by @theonlyceeceej for @jstabe. Rated E. 4,040 words. Now, don’t let it be said that Bucky couldn’t take a joke. He could. Really. But sometimes it was just too much. Clint was just too much. Clint is the epitome of a schoolboy with a crush; Pulling pigtails, calling names, the lot! Ok, maybe it was more than a crush, judging by the many thoughts about being thrown around by the Winter Soldier. He just needed to get his attention... But will it work?

For This by @endof-theline for @elynehil. Rated G. 5,652 words. Bucky and Clint are moving in together and it's not just the boys we have to worry about, because Lucky and Alpine are moving too!

Getaway Car by @feedmecookiesnow for @genderfluid-and-confuzled. Rated G. 4,405 words. The guy regains his balance and starts running again. He slips one more time, slides a little more, and then suddenly he’s right next to the car, fumbling at the handle of the passenger side door. A blast of cold wind comes as he yanks it open, practically falling into the seat in a swirl of snowflakes. “Go, go!” he yells, and Clint goes. He doesn’t even question it, just slams the car into drive and shoots out into the street, skidding a little on the ice.

Guardian Angel by @chrissihr for @spacetimeconundrum. Rated T. 3,469 words. Clint attracts strays like moths to flame. All he wanted to do was bring home a puppy he found in a box marked ‘free’ in crayon. It was just sitting out in the rain under the awning in front of his neighborhood pizza place.He couldn't just leave it there ... right?

Hit Me With Your Best Shots by @thegrowingwordsmith for @fosterthefuture. Rated G. 2,185 words. As a barista, Bucky has witnessed a lot of crazy customers and their creations. He has made drinks with so much syrup that there was barely room for coffee, and gotten orders with so many modifications that it had to print on multiple stickers. None, however, even came close to the strangeness of Too Much Caffeine guy.

[ART] How do you like them apples? by @lantaniel for @vexbatch. Rated G. Because Clint is incapable of 1.doing a calm activity, and 2.not climbing a tree.

Howl by @drgrlfriend for @mariana-oconnor. Rated T. 9,729 words. Excerpt: Bucky gets that uncomfortable feeling again, like he missed something. Lost time maybe. It’s been happening less and less, but it still happens. “I don’t know what you mean.” The man runs a broad hand up the back of his neck, mouth pulling to the side as he seems to consider his words. “Skin feels too tight sometimes? Feels like you gotta keep moving, but no place feels right? Got an ache deep in your bones that you just can’t seem to get rid of?” “What —” Bucky swallows, the rest of the sentence jagged in his throat. He knows there are Avengers who are witches, or telepaths, or whatever, but he’d never heard of Hawkeye being one of them. “How are you — are you in my head? —”

[ART] I got you by @vexedbeverage for @gabrielsammysangel. Rated T. 100 words. I decided I wanted to do some art but then my writing brain told me I couldn't stop there. I've never done a drabble before so I thought I'd give it a try!

I Love How Your Soul is A Mix of Chaos and Art by @flawsinthevoodoo for @merelypassingtime. Rated T. 5,745 words. This is basically a 5+1 where Clint "Borrows" a great many hoodies as a coping mechanism and Bucky decides Clint needs to be a part of his life, not just his laundry.

if these wings could fly by @flowerparrish for @hawksonfire. Rated M. 4,018 words. He waits a few moments, pretty sure he’s going to have to start knocking again, when the door swings open. There’s Bucky, shirtless, disheveled, wings spread out behind him like some kind of tragic painting of an angel. Not that Clint knows much about art, but with the dark colors and dim lights he thinks this could totally have been something one of those old dudes dreamed up.

It Must be Winter in my Heart by @harishe-art for @jazzrose343. Rated G. 3,055 words. It's the holiday season and for some reason Clint and Bucky keep getting mistaken as a couple. They hadn't even planned to meet up most of them time. Why does this keep happening to them?

It was Only a Winter's Tale by @harishe-art for @averyrogers83. Rated G. 1,628 words. Clint and Bucky prepare to celebrate their first winter holiday together when Bucky has a realization during an argument.

it was peace by @loonyloopylisa for @drgrlfriend. Rated G. 1,932 words. “Um, hi, I’m Bucky?” he said, hating himself for the way it came out like a question. “Hi Bucky,” the man answered, a wide smile on his tan face, “I’m Clint. What can I do for you?” Inwardly thankful for this therapist for making him practice he said, “I was wondering if you had any volunteer opportunities?” Clint gave him a considering look, bright blue eyes narrowed thoughtfully. Bucky was sure he was assessing him and finding him lacking, taking in the missing arm and coming up with a reason Bucky wouldn’t fit in. He was bracing himself for the rejection when Clint said, “sure.”

A Kind of Magic by @sian1359 for bear_shark. Rated G. 7.034 words. Bucky has some help adapting from being Hydra's Winter Soldier to becoming the Avenger's Winter Soldier

Lilac you a lot by @hawkguyandthewinterdude for @harishe-art. Rated T. 6,490 words. It starts with one purple sock and just escalates from there.

Lost Time by @lissadiane for @vexedbeverage. Rated T. 10,029 words. Clint’s always known the universe doesn’t like him all that much. But all he knows now, as his heart beats out a rhythm and there isn’t a heartbeat to harmonize with it, is that he’s found his soulmate -- and he’s been dead for over 70 years. It’s ironic. It burns. It shouldn’t surprise him. Barney won’t be surprised. Barney’s been saying the universe has it out for them for Clint’s whole life. And this is just further proof. In which soulmates exist but Clint's parents are proof that sometimes, they go terribly wrong.

The Maybe To Your Story by @kangofu-cb for @mollynoble. Rated E. 5,162 words. Bucky walked out of the shared bathroom whistling under his breath, happily ignoring Steve’s groan as he whipped off the towel around his waist to half-assedly swipe at the water droplets on his shoulders. “Oh, you’re still here?” he asked blithely, toweling at his hair. “Might want to shake a leg before you get an eyeful of something you want to see even less than my dick.” “I’m going, I’m going,” Steve grumbled. “Fuck. Can’t believe I’m getting sexiled for the third time this week. For Barton.” Or, instead of talking about their feelings, Clint and Bucky decide to fuck about it.

my hands no longer an afterthought by @shatteredhourglass for @quicksillver. Rated T. 2,922 words. Bucky's moving on with his life. Shaking off the Soldier. There's still that one nagging, blond idiot-shaped regret, though.

Nowhere to go but with you by Lacerta for @sian1359. Rated G. 5,905 words. Clint fights the urge to cross his arms, keeping them hanging loosely by his sides instead, and forces himself to relax his shoulders. It’s just a small precaution in case he needs to react fast but, god, he hopes it doesn’t come to that. He doubts any precaution that doesn’t include a loaded weapon would help him last more than a minute. He watches the man sitting across the kitchen table from him, curled in on himself under Clint’s warmest blanket with his hands wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee, and tries to wrap his head around the very unusual, very alarming situation he has gotten himself into.

On The Fifth Day of Christmas, The Winter Soldier Stole For Me..... by @ch3ls3ara3 for @alchemistdoctor. Rated T. 8,178 words. “Are these pears? Why the hell is there a pear tree in my apartment?” he asked Lucky who was now sitting patiently, staring up at the bird with his tongue hanging out and tail wagging. “What is happening?” Clint Barton knew he was a disaster, it never really shocked him anymore when he ended up in strange situations. These twelve days leading up to Christmas, though? Those days he would have never seen coming.

the one where Clint hates christmas horror by @thwip for @bella-dahlia. Rated M. 2,898 words. “We take turns, Clint. This week is Nat’s turn, next week is yours,” Tony quips, sipping from his own mug. “We can watch The Holiday, for the third year in a row, then.” Clint opens his mouth and starts to protest Tony’s eye roll because The Holiday is a cinematic masterpiece and Kate Winslet may give her best performance yet, Tony! Not to mention Cameron Diaz! Singing Mr Brightside! It’s a great film, when the front door opens and Bucky and Steve walk in, laughing about something. Clint's mouth snaps shut and his eyes immediately flicking towards Bucky, admiring the way the navy fabric of his henley clings to the thick biceps that are almost bursting out of it.

Operation Snowbound by RedTeamShark for @heartonfirewrites. Rated G. 4,048 words. The mission is a simple job: tag a convoy as it drives through the pass and then skedaddle back down the mountain. Easy enough that Clint could do it in his sleep. And he doesn’t even have to pull the trigger, that’s what Bucky’s there for. Until an unexpected weather event leaves the two of them stranded on a mountainside in a blizzard, battling the cold, Clint’s taste in coffee, and Bucky’s idea of idle conversation.

Outside the World by @pherryt for @verdantbogmoth. Rated G. 4,767 words. Bucky doesn't really remember who he is, and what little he does remember is impossible. All his therapists have said so. There's no way he can be who he thinks he is - a character from a children's book.And yet, the world around him just doesn't *feel* right - its too dark, too colorless and doesn't match the vibrancy of his dreams. Dreams he tries to capture both on paper and on his walls.Bucky doesn't have any answers he can count on, just the hat he's kept all these years, but that guy that started following him - as vibrant and eye-catching as the pieces of Bucky's dreams -Well, he just might.

The Prince's "Delivery Boy" by allyouneedissleep for @endof-theline. Rated T. 4,917 words. He wouldn’t have any issues at all with the secrecy rules stating that only people in confirmed legal marriages could tell their significant other about their job if he was planning to marry anyone except the Prince who was first in line to take over as King of Brooklyn after his marriage went through. Clint was about to effectively become Queen of Brooklyn and he couldn’t even tell his fiance what he did for a living. As far as Bucky knew, he was a delivery boy. A DELIVERY BOY.

[ART] Snow Way Out! by @inktastic1711 for @fanbinbun. Rated G. 24 words. Prompt: While on a mission, Clint and Bucky end up on an impromptu sledding trip down the snowy hill/mountain to escape the bad guys. Bonus points if the sled isn't actually a sled.

Snowed In by @chekov-in-a-dress for @ch3ls3ara3. Rated T. 4,332 words. Secret Santa Story for CarafeOfColdBrew! Dad Bucky and his daughter Nat are on their way to Bentonsport where Bucky is supposed to check out a possible site to build a resort when they get overwhelmed by a snowstorm. How lucky that they get pointed to a bed and breakfast owned by a certain handsome dork.

So much to say (I just can't speak) by @hopelessly-me for Allyouneedissleep. Rated T. 3,260 words. Bucky has never considered himself the jealous type. But when Steve and Clint start hanging out more and more, Bucky starts pulling back to protect his own feelings.

Some Luck by @claraxbarton for @not-the-blue. Rated T. 3,558 words. “Cowboys?” he asked. Judith smiled at him. “I love to give my darlings what they want.”

a storm is comin' in by @heartonfirewrites for @chrissihr. Rated T. 9,686 words. Sasquatches don’t exist. Clint is sure of it. So what’s that fuckin' bigass yeti doing outside Tony’s upstate cabin in the middle of a nor’easter, looming ominously and ruining Clint’s plans for a quiet Christmas alone with Lucky?

Time and Time Again by @pherryt for @shatteredhourglass. Rated E. 6,497 words. The past has a way of catching up to people and Clint knows that better than most. Despite that ingrained life lesson, he still doesn't expect it when a part of Steve's past turns out to also be part of Clint’s. He's... not sure where to go from here.

too cold to feel (but i know you're there) by @hawksonfire for @trashcanakin. Rated T. 1,983 words. Clint’s been cold his whole life. He doesn’t mind, really, has learned to always keep a pair of gloves on him, even in the summer. He gets weird looks for it, but he stopped caring what people thought of him a long time ago. His apartment has always got spare blankets laying around, and his dresser is jam packed with thick pairs of socks.

[ART] A Walk in the Woods by @spacetimeconundrum for @downwarddnaspiral. Rated T. One finds the strangest things in the woods...

What's a Guy Like You Doing in a Place Like This by @sevdrag for @kangofu-cb. Rated T. 8,091 words. A 5+1 fic for Winterhawk Wonderland: Five Times It Wasn't A Date, and One Time It Actually Was.

Word Search by yamyamyam for RedTeamShark. Rated T. 3,858 words. Bucky doesn't understand why he should have to see a doctor about a measly little bullet wound. Steve doesn't understand why that would be optional, Jesus Christ, Buck, we can have nice things now. Clint doesn't understand why he can't visit Bucky in the super-secure lockdown ward. The NYFD doesn't understand why Clint can't get out of a baby swing without the jaws of life. Natasha doesn't understand why she puts up with any of these idiots.

[ART] You Come Here Often? by @trashcanakin for Madnerding. Rated G. winterHawk in the vents.

You had me at Loathing by @kidd-you-not for Lacerta. Rated T. 5,715 words. "What?" he asks absolutely no one, completely baffled. Movement to his left catches his eye and he twists around, still hanging from the balcony railing by his legs, and gapes. There, right there on the adjourning apartment building, is a man. A man clad all in black, with chestnut brown hair falling to his chin and a mask covering the lower part of his face. Holding a sniper rifle in his right hand and giving Clint a mocking little salute with the left. "Motherfucker!" Clint screams. Hawkeye and the Winter Soldier work for competing companies. Unfortunately for everyone involved, they cross paths on more jobs than either of their handlers can endure.

Honorable Mention:

The Opposite of Love by @teeelsie-posts for @loonyloopylisa. Rated E. 10,000 words. You know that social media post where the guy says he’s a felon and he’ll come terrorize your family for Thanksgiving in exchange for a free meal? Yeah, that’s what this is. Except that Clint is Clint, and Bucky is Bucky, and they’re both Avengers, but Clint’s family is a bunch of assholes and Bucky decides to help him out with that. Oh, and it’s Christmas, not Thanksgiving. Mod Note: This fic was begun for last year’s exchange then discarded for another idea, but Teeelsie finished it unexpectedly and asked permission to include it in this year’s collection and we were happy to allow that. Please enjoy!

#winterhawk #winterhawk wonderland exchange 2020 #event round up #masterpost #master post #NOW WITH TAGS

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sohotthateveryonedied · 4 years ago

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A Legacy to Protect

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Summary:

(Tim learned that word last week from a medical documentary.)

Tim’s parents don’t know he does this. Neither do the nannies. If anyone found out that their nine-year-old boy was out roaming the streets every night after bedtime, climbing fire escapes and leaning over roof ledges to get photos of Batman and Robin, they would have an aneurysm. (Tim learned that word last week from a medical documentary.) The dynamic duo hasn’t been spotted yet tonight, but there’s still time. They usually do a sweep through Crime Alley between 12:30 and 1:15, according to Tim’s notes. He keeps a notebook small enough to fit in his jacket pocket, the pages scribbled margin to margin with red crayon in honor of the Boy Wonder himself. Tim sits on the roof’s edge, his camera settled beside him. It’s a shiny black one with a strap to hang around his neck and everything, just like a real photographer. Mom and Dad sent it over for Tim’s last birthday while they were touring through Egypt, and it was only a week and a half late this time. Tim doesn’t blame them. His parents work hard, harder than half of the other rich socialites who attend those fancy dinners and balls Tim gets dragged to. We need to present a good image for Gotham, his mom always tells him. If you’re not the best you can be, then there isn’t much of a point in doing anything, is there? I’m really good at pictures, Tim offers. I don’t mean hobbies, sweetheart. Those don’t count. If you want to get anywhere in this world, you need to start focusing on what’s important. Like Drake Industries.

Tim slips his notebook out of his pocket and opens it to a fresh page. Octobur 3, 12:16 a.m. — no sign of batman and robin yet. very cold weather. saw a cat sitting on the sidewalk and tried to pet it but it ran away.

Tim is going to be a great detective one day. He’s already got the surveillance part down. Suddenly the air rings with the crashing sound of trash cans being overturned. Tim quickly pockets his notebook and grabs his camera. He leans over the side of the building, ready to shoot. He scans the dark alley for a criminal, a really quiet angry mob, maybe even the Joker himself hatching a scheme. Instead, all Tim’s lens catches is a stray dog eating scraps from a dumpster. Tim sighs but snaps a photo anyway. Bummer. He leaves the dog to its meal, standing and turning his camera’s gaze to the night sky above. The moon is full, even if the stars are obscured by Gotham’s constant veil of smog. He takes a few pictures, rotating to catch new angles over cracked walls and smoky rooftops. He’s in the middle of snapping a photo of a neon sign for something called the “Booby Trap” when he spots a blur of yellow cape obscure half of the frame. A jolt rolls through Tim and he grins. Finally. He lowers the camera, scanning the area for where the cape went until he finds him. Robin—Dick Grayson—is swinging below, his bright costume stark against the black Gotham streets. He’s laughing about something, chattering to a figure Tim can’t see. But he knows he’s there, keeping to the shadows. Batman. He can’t lose them. Not before he gets some more shots for his hero album. Tim takes as many as he can, following the Boy Wonder with his camera as he flies down the street. It’s like watching the sun rise. He’s graceful, all joyful bounds and tumbles, fluid with every movement. A true Grayson in flight. Tim takes a step backward to keep him in frame, but he’s closer to the edge of the building than he thought he was. With a yelp, Tim’s foot slips off the edge and then he’s lost to gravity altogether. He drops his camera, arms cartwheeling as he falls with a shout. It’s never occurred to Tim until now just how tall two-story buildings really are. It feels like he falls forever, trapped in a bubble of timelessness. Weightlessness. Until he lands. Tim’s leg crashes into the concrete first, buckling on impact with a sickening crack that vibrates through his entire skeletal system. Tim gets out the beginning of a scream, but it’s less than a second later that he lands on his back, the wind getting knocked from his lungs. Panic surges through Tim’s body, ice water injected straight into his veins. He just fell off a building. Tim fell off a building and he definitely heard a snap, even if he can’t feel it yet because of the adrenaline which is another thing that medical documentary said, and he’s too far away to get home and he can’t walk and he doesn’t have a cell phone and he’s all alone in Crime Alley and— Tim gasps. There’s the pain, right on schedule. He whimpers as a throbbing sensation radiates through his leg, amping up in intensity with every beat of his heart. He doesn’t want to look at it, knowing full well that it’s broken. There’s no way it isn’t broken from a fall like that, and his elbow stings so he must have scraped it on his way down. He’s pretty sure he hit his head, too. This is so freaking bad. Taking deep breaths, Tim sits up despite the aches rattling his body. He bites his lip, smothering a whimper when he sees his foot facing a direction that it definitely shouldn’t be facing. It’s broken. It’s so, so broken. Maybe he can set it? Tim read about that once, about how setting broken bones makes them better. If he can figure out how to do it on his own, maybe it’ll be okay. No one needs to find out what happened tonight. As a test, Tim tries to move his leg just an inch. Agony surges through his leg instantly and Tim bursts into tears on the spot. It hurts. Everything hurts so badly and he knows that big boys aren’t supposed to cry—that’s what his dad tells him. Only wimps cry. You’re not a wimp, are you? But Tim’s leg hurts and he’s scared and he doesn’t know what to do, so he bites down on his sleeve and tries to muffle the sobs that burst through. He just wanted to take pictures. That’s it. He wasn’t even doing anything dangerous—he wasn’t fighting bad guys or breaking up scuffles on the street. He only wanted to see his heroes. “Hey, kid? You okay?” Tim flinches, snapping his head up and frantically wiping his tears. The image standing over him takes his breath away. It’s him. Robin. Dick came to save him. Tim can’t see behind the mask, but his face is twisted with concern as he eyes Tim’s predicament. “Yikes. That doesn’t look good.” For some reason that only makes the crying start anew, Tim biting down on his lip in an effort to keep the hitching breaths to a minimum. It must not work because then Robin is kneeling in front of him, his hands warm on Tim’s shoulders. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ll get you home to your parents, yeah?” Tim sniffles. “They’re not—they’re out of the country. The nanny comes in the morning.” He screwed up. He screwed up so bad. Dick’s brows furrow beneath the mask. “There’s no one watching you?” “I’m responsible.” In spite of the salty tears coursing their way down his cheeks, Tim lifts his chin in an effort to look tough. He can take care of himself, he’s been doing it for years. Dick—Robin, this is Robin—reaches up and touches what must be a communication device in his ear, like they have in spy movies. “B, I’ve got a kid here. He fell off a building and got pretty banged up.” A pause. “He said they’re out of town. Should I take him to Thompkins? Yeah, I can carry him there. Just two blocks, right?” Another pause, this one longer. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be careful. No one’s going to mess with me when I’m lugging around a crippled kid.” He laughs, winking at Tim. “See you back home.” Then he’s facing Tim again. “You got a name, kiddo?” “Tim.” “Nice to meet you, Tim. I’m Robin, your hero for the night. Do you have any other injuries I should know about?” “Um.” Tim thinks it over for a moment. “I think I hit my head. And my elbow hurts.” As if Robin can’t perfectly see the bloody scrape there for himself, staining Tim’s sleeve red. His parents are going to be so mad when they find out that he ruined his nice jacket. Robin prods the back of Tim’s head carefully, checking for damage. “What were you doing out so late?” “I...like to take pictures. Stuff like the sky and the street and—” Crud. He completely forgot about the camera. Tim twists, scanning the alleyway until his eyes land on a bulky black shape a good ten feet away. “Oh, no.” Robin follows his line of sight and retrieves the camera, turning it in his hands before handing it over to Tim. “I take it this is yours?” There’s a huge crack right through the middle of the front lens. Tim’s heart sinks. “My parents are going to kill me when they see this.” “Don’t worry, Tim. When your parents see the leg cast and bruises they won’t care about a dumb camera, they’ll be too busy worrying about you.” He clearly hasn’t met Tim’s parents, then. Now that he thinks about it, though, Tim might be in the clear after all. It’s not like Mom and Dad notice much of anything Tim does even when they’re home. He wouldn’t be surprised if they miss the cast and broken camera altogether. “I’m gonna carry you to the clinic, all right? It’s not very far, and I’m friends with the doctor there. She’s super nice, and best of all, she doesn’t snitch.” He stoops down, getting ready to lift Tim into his arms. “This might hurt.” Tim’s eyes widen. “Wait, wait, stop.” Dick’s hands are off him in an instant. “What’s wrong?” “Your—your uniform. I’m going to get blood on it.” There’s already a red smear on his glove from where he touched the back of Tim’s head. “You just fell off a building and you’re worried about my uniform?” “It looks expensive.” Robin laughs. “You don’t need to worry about that, trust me. A few blood stains never hurt anyone. Can I pick you up now?” Tim nods, and then he’s being lifted swiftly in the air, one arm beneath his knees and the other wrapping around his shoulders. Robin was right: it does hurt. Tim lets out a squeak as his broken leg is jostled, sending waves of pain blazing through his nerves. He clutches the camera until its hard edges dig into his palms, just to give himself something to focus on so he doesn’t cry again. “Sorry, sorry,” Robin murmurs as he settles Tim against his chest. “I know it hurts. Don’t worry, Dr. Thompkins will give you some painkillers when we get to the clinic.” Tim doesn’t respond. He’s almost positive that if he opens his mouth now, nothing is going to keep the sobs at bay. He already cried in front of his hero once tonight; he can’t let it happen a second time. As if sensing Tim’s inner turmoil, Robin says as he walks, “It’s okay to cry, you know. I cry all the time. It doesn’t make you any less brave.” That’s the final crack in the dam. Tim lowers his head so his face is turned into Robin’s tunic and lets the tears fall. “It’s okay, Timmy. I’ve got you.”

#whumptober 2020 #batfamily #batfam #tim drake #red robin #robin #idiot duckboy #dick grayson #nightwing #batman #batbros #batboys #dc comics #fanfiction #fanfic #no.3 #falling

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misc-headcanons · 3 years ago

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Can I get a cute scenario for Aizawa where his pro hero wife is fighting a villain who has a quirk that can turn people into animals and she happens to get turned into a cat and the effects last for 2 days. And when he gets home he finds a strange cat waiting for him outside their home and she's trying to get him to understand it's her and that she hasn't disappeared but she can only meow

Aizawa/F!Reader: A Strange Re-mew-nion

Word Count: 1500+

(I had no idea what the title should be, but I DID know I wanted to make a shitty cat pun)

He wasn’t a stranger to finding new strays by his apartment. There were plenty of them in the neighborhood, and they always enjoyed the small bowls of water he’d leave in the summertime and the cardboard boxes lined with towels in the winter. But when he made it to his doorstep after a long night of work, he noticed a cat that was leaning against the small front window, pushing against the glass with all its might. The moment it realized it was no longer alone, it ran right up to Aizawa as it yowled and meowed over and over.

Aizawa knelt down to let the cat sniff his hand, but it seemed to already be familiar with him; instead of getting accustomed to his scent, the stray rubbed its head against Aizawa while it continued to mewl. Had it met him before? It didn’t really look like any of the other strays that would come up to him--and he would’ve definitely remembered a cat that babbled as much as this one.

He fished his keys out from his pocket and went to unlock his door, and he saw the cat eagerly watching him as it stood beside his foot. “...I don’t usually let you guys inside,” he said with a yawn. He tried to guide it to a small wire basket with an old towel placed inside, just a few inches away. “You can sleep there, alright?”

The cat didn’t even give the makeshift bed a second glance. It looked intently at Aizawa, and then at the door before letting out an insistent chirp as it rubbed against the door. Why the hell were they so eager to go inside his house? It wasn’t as if it was cold or rainy out, and even if it was they would have plenty of shelter in the bed underneath the apartment awning.

Aizawa was about to just pick the cat up and place it in the basket when he froze in place and stared at the front window. Even with the thick curtains in front of it, he could tell that the lights were off in the living room. He hadn’t come home to that sight since he was still living by himself, before ____ had moved in and insisted on leaving the lights on for him no matter what time he came home during the night. “It’s just to let you know that I’m thinking about you out there,” she’d insisted with a bright smile. “I won’t leave every light on obviously, but you can see the light coming from the window and know that I’m here waiting for you.”

It was nearly 4 in the morning. She should’ve left the light on hours ago when she’d gotten back from her shift at her own agency. She should be inside. Aizawa remembered that he’d first seen this stray cat desperately trying to make its way inside, and a sick feeling of dread crept into his chest.

He withdrew his bindings and carefully turned the key to unlock his front door, with a soft click of the bolt moving in the lock being the only sound he made. As he opened the door and was ready to face a potential ambush from whatever--or whoever--was inside, the cat ran inside and jumped onto the sofa nearby. Aizawa made a quick and stealthy sweep through the house, checking for any signs of disturbance or a struggle. Oddly enough, he couldn’t find that seemed to indicate ____ had gotten hurt or kidnapped; in fact, the still-hanging laundry on the balcony, the pristine bed, and the missing leftovers she usually placed in the fridge for him pointed to her not coming home at all since she left to go to work.

The stray cat followed him through the apartment, its head swiveling around as it seemed to search for something. Aizawa noticed it peering at a photo frame on a bookshelf in his bedroom, and then watched it make a dash for the shelf. “Oi, what--”

The cat leapt up to the third shelf and placed a paw on top of the frame, meowing louder than before. It used its other front paw to beckon Aizawa closer as if it were a stereotypical maneki-neko placed on a shop’s front counter. With no other leads to go on, Aizawa hesitantly stepped forward and waited for the cat to do...something. It carefully placed a paw on the photo, right on top of ____’s smiling face; it then moved to place its paw on its chest. It continued to meow more and more, repeating the same gesture.

Aizawa’s bloodshot eyes narrowed as he observed the cat. He had to be sleep-deprived, misinterpreting or humanizing what this animal was doing. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d imagined something strange, only for his wife to tell him that no, the little flashing light he’d seen on the ceiling wasn’t a camera or bomb: it was the smoke detector they’d had for three years, just blinking the way it usually did. He must have forgotten that ____ had plans with someone, or was going on an overnight trip, or--

“Nyaaaa!”

Aizawa blinked a few times, snapping out of his tired train of thought as the cat pressed its nose up against his. Without breaking eye contact, it slowly pointed at the photo of ____ again, and then to itself. “Mrrow?”

“...____?”

The cat nodded, and Aizawa stared wide-eyed at the cat--no, his wife...his wife-who-may-also-be-a-cat. “You’re ____?”

The cat-who-may-have-been-his-wife nodded.

Aizawa sat down on the bed and stared at them with his fingers tented. After taking a deep breath, he rubbed his eyes and then looked back at the cat. “Nod for ‘yes’, shake your head for ‘no’,” he said flatly. “Do you understand?”

____ nodded.

“Did this happen due to someone else’s Quirk?” Nod.

“Is it from a criminal with a registered Quirk?” Nod. Aizawa nodded slightly to himself; if it was a registered Quirk user, he could find out the specifics of this ability and hopefully find out if this transformation would go away on its own or if he needed outside help.

“Okay.” He pulled out his cell phone to access the country’s Quirk registry using his Hero credentials, and noticed that he’d missed two voicemails from his wife’s personal assistant. A very nervous voice came over the speaker:

H-Hi, Eraserhead. I know ____ said to only use this contact number for emergencies only, and this isn’t really life-threatening or anything, so don’t worry! She’s okay, she’s unhurt, but...um...There was a Villain she fought, one with a transformation Quirk. It’s temporary, the registry file says the effect only lasts 48 hours, but...yeah. She’s currently a cat. Her Hero costume is at the agency, since she kinda, you know, crawled out of it after changing sizes and species and all that. But don’t worry! She’s perfectly safe here at the agency, so call us back and you can come pick her up whenever you’re back from your shift.

Aizawa listened to the next voicemail, made a few hours later.

Hi again, Eraserhead. So, about the whole cat situation. ____ seemed to be in shock about the whole thing, she was meowing nonstop and running all over the place. And the thing is, one of the janitors we have on staff, he um...He hadn’t been informed about the situation and kicked ____ out of the building while I went to pick up some cat food. That was about twenty minutes ago...I’ve been searching for her, and if she’s not at the office then she might be trying to go somewhere else that’s familiar. So if you see a cat by your house with no collar, and it’s meowing a lot and is like...WAY too intelligent and human-ish to be a regular cat, then it’s ____. Probably. Hopefully. Oh my god, I am so fired…

Aizawa set his phone aside and felt something soft land in his lap. ____ fidgeted with her paws and sulked about her current situation, trapped as an animal for the next day and a half. Would she have to eat cat food? How would she go to the bathroom? Would she still be able to think like a human the whole time, or would she lose her mind and really become an animal before she changed back? Aizawa couldn’t really think of what to say that could comfort her, so he simply crawled under the covers of their bed and patted the space next to him. ____ curled up next to him and smiled as he scratched a spot behind her ears and then stroked her from head to tail. She let out a low purr as she started to doze off comfortably in his arms, and she moved to rub her cheek against his before finally falling asleep. Aizawa smirked and let himself drift off to sleep as well, thankful that even though his wife was a bit different than when he’d left her this morning, she was safe and cuddling him as he slept like every night they spent together.

#bnha #bnha scenario #aizawa #shota aizawa #mine #female s/o

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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 4 years ago

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Boku no Hero Academia - Safe In My Arms

I apparently only wrote two drabbles for my Patreon in 2020, but given the state of the world at the time, I hope I’m forgiven for that. A new year is here, however, and that means last year’s writing can now be seen by all of you! If you want to see more stories like this before next year, then consider pledging to my Patreon!

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Characters: Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi

Rating: Teen Audiences

Summary: Present Mic runs one of the biggest radio shows in Japan and it's common knowledge that his phone is firmly turned off during broadcasts -- except for the numbers he allows through. When one of those numbers calling is a familiar student, Hizashi knows that his night is about to get a lot more serious.

Word Count: 2,239

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“Goood evening my dear listeners! Welcome to another show of Put Your Hands Up Radio! here with your wild and favorite pro hero Present Mic as your host! Tonight, for those of you who remember our last show, we’re talking all about Quirks! Rare quirks, weird quirks, creepy quirks, villain quirks, hero quirks and everything in between!

“So grab those phones, get our number ready to go, and call in with questions, stories, and your wildest quirk-related memories. And remember, we here at Put Your Hands Up Radio! are not responsible for any slapping, hitting, punching, kicking, and-or screaming that happens if you rat someone out on live air. Choose your victims wisely, dear listeners, and remember that this show broadcasts to all of Japan.

“First, though, we’re gonna start things off like we always do by rocking and rolling! Keep those hands of yours up and those cheers wild as we start the night off right! Here’s Telecaster Stripes by POLKADOT STINGRAY!”

Yamada Hizashi, better known as the Voice Hero Present Mic, couldn’t stop his grin as he flicked the right switches in order, killing his mic and switching on the first song of the night all without even a second of dead air. The music filled his headphones and studio in a heartbeat, Hizashi feeling something in him relax as he was right where he belonged — well. As he was in one of the places where he belonged.

Looking back to where his sound engineer was keeping everything in order in the booth, Hizashi grinned and slipped his headphones off, rolling his chair over to tap on the glass. The unamused look he was given was wonderful, truly, “C’mon, Suki-chan, it’s another beautiful night and we get to stay up through all of it and make as much noise as we want!”

Takada Suki, his first radio intern turned sound engineer turned unofficial manager of the station flicked the switch that would allow him to hear her. “Aizawa-san said to take your medicine after your introduction.” Before Hizashi could lie and say he forgot it, Suki was holding up a familiar, hated bottle. “He dropped it off when he, unfortunately, dropped you off.”

“Hmph,” Hizashi grumbled, rolling over to open the door that led into her side of the booth and catching the bottle of pills and water she then threw at him. “Remember when you were still starstruck and feared me? Can’t we go back to that?”

“I wasn’t starstruck, I was horrified that my boss was someone who was barely out of school. I was also afraid we’d go under and I wouldn’t get my credits for class.” Suki was smiling anyways, Hizashi snorting as he took his stupid medicine and then rolled back into his side of the booth, song starting to come to an end.

Ready to put himself back on air, Hizashi froze as he felt his phone buzzing inside his pocket and that… wasn’t good. Hizashi always muted his phone during his shows and only a few calls could even get through — and those that could call would know better than to call during a live show unless…

Hizashi raised his hand, looking at Suki and waiting until her attention snapped towards him, “Possible emergency. Take over and play the first set list and say we’re sorting through the stories sent by email to start with.”

“Yessir!” Jerking off the headphones he had only just put on, Hizashi stood up and dragged out his phone and felt his heart stutter at seeing the caller ID of Shinsou Hitoshi. “Welcome back to Put Your Hands Up! radio and, yes, you might have noticed I’m not your wild and carefree Present Mic, but that’s okay because we’re gonna keep the party going until he gets back! Come on, listeners, I wanna be able to hear your rocking all the way from here! We’re kicking things off with-”

Hizashi didn’t waste a heartbeat in answering, immediately heading for the door to get some silence, knowing the show was in good hands with Suki. “‘Toshi? Hey, what’s up, kiddo? Is something wrong?”

Shinsou Hitoshi had been training with Shouta for almost half a year to get into the hero course and to say the two were stupidly fond of the kid would be putting it lightly. The fact that they were starting to talk to his caseworker about possibly being put into a different foster home, well, Hitoshi didn’t need to know that part quite yet. It was a surprise, after all.

The problem was that Hitoshi never called. He texted, sent videos, sent photos of stray cats, and used emojis more than Hizashi ever did, but he didn’t call. The fact he was calling now during the middle of his show? It couldn’t be anything good. The problem, though, was that Hitoshi wasn’t saying anything. All Hizashi could hear was soft breathing over the line before he had a short heart attack at having his phone buzz against his ear.

“Hitoshi? Kiddo? Hey, are you there? Is everything alright?” Hizashi prayed to everything out there that it was just an accidental dial of his phone. “‘Toshi?” It took two more buzzes before Hizashi grit his teeth and checked his phone, ready to be annoyed but instead frowning at seeing incoming text messages from Hitoshi.

Pulling them up, Hizashi frowned at the messages, a mess of typos that spoke of shaking hands and the message that Hitoshi was outside of the station in the right alleyway and he… didn’t know where else to go…

Feeling his heart stutter to a stop for an eternity, Hizashi was running before he could even think the action through, bursting through the front doors of the radio station and ignoring anyone who tried to get him to slow down. It felt like too long before he was skidding around the corner to see Hitoshi curled up on the ground with his head tucked between his legs. The kid was holding on limply to his phone and Hitoshi could see tremors running through his shoulders.

“‘Toshi? Hey, kiddo, it’s me, Hizashi.” Approaching slowly and careful to make noise so Hitoshi would know exactly where he was coming from, Hizashi knelt in front of him. A quick glance showed that there, thankfully, didn’t seem to be any broken bones. His clothing was crumpled and torn in some places, but nothing that screamed of an outright villain attack. There weren’t any blood trails either, so that at least meant he hadn’t suffered any blood loss.

Hanging up his phone and shoving it away, Hizashi carefully and slowly rested a hand on Hitoshi’s shoulder, not surprised when he felt the teen tense up even more. It hadn’t taken a genius to see the kid’s past screamed of abuse. Leaving his hand there, Hizashi frowned as Hitoshi didn’t relax. If anything, he seemed to get even more tense, which was…

They knew Hitoshi didn’t live in a good home. It was one of the reasons they were talking to his caseworker because Hizashi knew, and he was certain Shouta did too, that it had been a long time since the two had seen Hitoshi as just another student. Hizashi wasn’t surprised that, due to all of that, he felt ready to scream at something with how his nerves felt like they were being shredded.

What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was his years and years of experience and battle instincts screaming at him that something was wrong. Hizashi had long ago learned to not doubt his instincts.

“‘Toshi, you have to tell me what’s wrong,” Hizashi said quietly — quietly, but firmly. Whatever was going on was more than just a bad fight with his family or some neighborhood kids being pieces of shit. If it was the former, Hitoshi would have called Shouta after finding a safe place to hide away. Running all the way to the radio station and then calling Hizashi on air, however? That was a desperate scream for help. “You can sign it out, if you need to, but I need to know-”

Few things in life made Hizashi speechless. As a talkative child, a hero who was known for his voice, and a man with a radio show, there was hardly a time, if ever, that Hizashi found himself rendered speechless.

Seeing a child he was beginning to see as his own with a rusted muzzle locked around his face, well… That did it.

Hizashi was, once again, barely aware he was even moving before he found himself pulling Hitoshi close to him, fumbling with the straps of the fucking muzzle with his phone dialing and on speaker beside him. Hizashi had already cut open at least two of his fingers by the rusted fucking metal by the time the call connected, Hizashi hearing the familiar voice of Shouta’s Hero Agency secretary, “Hello, this is-”

“This is Yamada Hizashi, known as Voice Hero Present Mic calling in for an emergency. Please contact Eraserhead and have him call me as quickly as possible.”

The secretary, a former student of theirs who knew them both rather well, didn’t say a word before the call was ending, Hizashi swearing as he finally managed to break the straps, sliding the muzzle off of Hitoshi’s face before throwing it against the brick wall with as much force as he could throw into it. He made a mental note to go back and find it later so he could turn it into scrap metal.

“Why.” The word was quiet. It was quiet, but it was harder and sharper than Shouta’s scarf could ever be. It wasn’t a question, though, and that knowledge alone had Hizashi wanting to just scream. “Why do you even care.”

They were bitter words. The words were soaked in years of pain and torment and Hizashi caught the barest glimpse of his kid’s face. Razor thin cuts lined his jaw and cheeks, blood welling up along all of them. Tears mixed in with the blood and it had to be so painful, but the look on Hitoshi’s face could only be called wrathful. Hizashi didn’t blame him.

Sitting back for a moment, Hizashi stared at Hitoshi, a terrified kid who met his gaze without even flinching. There were a million things he could have said, but Hizashi knew that not a single word would get through. Hitoshi was as stubborn as Shouta, after all, but, that was good. That meant that while words might not work, actions would.

Slowly, so slowly, Hizashi took Hitoshi’s hand. When the teen didn’t jerk away or try to fight or yell at him, Hizashi lifted the hand to his own cheek. He could see Hitoshi’s confusion and wariness, but Hizashi merely shifted the hand until fingertips brushed against old, faint scars that were a reflection of the ones in front of him.

Hizashi could see the moment it hit, Hitoshi’s eyes growing wide as he pressed against the faded muzzle scars on Hizashi’s own face. It felt like an impossible task, but Hizashi finally managed a small, genuine smile.

“This may not explain why I care, but it might help to start explaining it,” Hizashi said softly, watching as Hitoshi’s shoulders shook. This time, it wasn’t in fear. “The muzzle… it was from your foster house, wasn’t it?” Because those people were not his family and Hizashi would never let Hitoshi call that place a home.

Hitoshi, instead of verbally answering, only stared at him with wide, terrified eyes. He wasn’t denying it, and Hizashi knew well enough what that meant. “Oh, Hitoshi…” For a moment, Hizashi couldn’t help but let some of his own bitterness sneak in, “Voice quirks can be seen as pretty dangerous, huh?”

It wasn’t even a second before Hitoshi was in his lap and hanging onto him tightly, Hizashi returning the grip and tucking Hitoshi close. He had always planned on telling Hitoshi about his own childhood one day, but god if this wasn’t the worst way to do it. As far as he was concerned whoever wanted this kid would have to pry him out of his cold, dead hands.

The sound of a familiar ringtone had Hizashi snatching his phone and answering without even looking at the ID, shoving the phone between his ear and shoulder as he tucked his kid closer, rubbing at Hitoshi’s back. “Hizashi? What’s wrong?”

“Call Hitoshi’s caseworker as soon as your patrol ends,” Hizashi said quietly, giving a soft, peaceful hum of a tune as he felt Hitoshi’s breath start to hitch. “I have a feeling our request is going to be approved as soon as you do.”

And he knew that wouldn’t be the end of it. He would have to tell Shouta exactly what had happened, he needed to find out exactly what had happened from Hitoshi, and he needed to get Hitoshi home where it would be nice and quiet and safe. There was definitely going to be all kinds of paperwork, and he would have to explain his absence from that night’s show, but…

None of it seemed to really matter when he heard Hitoshi, breathing uneven and hands shaking, manage a whisper-soft, “Thank you.”

“Always,” Hizashi responded, closing his eyes for a moment. There would be work to do, but for now his son was safe in his arms.

Hizashi was going to make sure that never change.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #erasermic #present mic #shinsou hitoshi #implied/referenced child abuse #my writing #my patreon #original

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closetedotaku01 · 4 years ago

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Um, if your requests are open. Could I request headcannons for Hinata, Kuroo, Kenma and Akaashi with an s/o that fosters kittens. Like how they help her out and stuff. (This is my first ask so sorry if its weird).

Headcanons for Hinata, Kuroo, Kenma, and Akaashi with an s/o that fosters kittens.

A/N: Ahhhh! We love a cute concept like this!! Also, your ask is definitely not weird. Very very cute. The concept got me to hop out of bed and start writing!! Thank you for the request!

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Okay, so I am pretty sure I read the request wrong. I am almost certain you meant to ask how the boys help the reader care for the cats. But I read this request immediately after waking up and just started writing. So I misinterpreted it as the boys’ reaction to a reader who fosters kittens to help her out (like how pets tend to ease stress and such). I already was halfway done with Akaashi’s by the time I realized my error and was enjoying what I’d written. I am so very sorry.

So I tacked on the ways the boys would help out with caring for the cats at the end of each one. I am sorry it makes the read a little awkward.

Hinata Shōyō

-The first time Hinata comes to your place and sees you have a fair number of kittens at your house he immediately collapses to the floor and starts playing with them.

-He is over the moon excited about the kittens and just wants to pet them.

-His… over-energetic nature scares away a couple of the shier kittens, but with your guidance, he can eventually get them to come over.

-At first, he seems completely content with sitting cross-legged on the floor, just holding the kittens in his lap and petting them gently. But eventually, you see him slightly bouncing his leg and then stopping every few seconds, and you can tell he’s getting a bit restless.

-So you pull out some cat toys and this is where Hinata really shines.

-He can play with every single kitten in your house without getting tired. Honestly, they’ll get tired out before he does.

-It’s perfect how he runs around the house with the stuffed mouse or bird teaser, ringing the little bell wildly while two or three kittens race after him, slipping on the floor at times.

-Is talking to you while he’s running.

-"Y/N! Y/N Y/N Y/N!! Did you see that? The little black one just went fwoosh and caught it!!! What a good kitten!! Aww cute little kitty cat,” he coos as he goes down to gently pet the little kitten with the bird teaser in its mouth.

-It goes on like this for a good long while.

-When everything calms down a bit his attention returns to you.

-He’s still pretty wired up, but he’s leaning back on the couch with one of your hands cupped between his as he tells you how cute they are and how much fun he had with them and then he finally gets around to asking why you have so many? Are they all yours?

-You explain that you foster kittens because they help calm you down and they help you relax when you’re anxious or cheer you up after a long day.

-And Hinata can’t help himself. He sits up and gives you a soft, quick kiss. “You’re so adorable,” he says, blushing a bit at his own words.

-He just loves how sweet you are and how well-cared for all your pets are.

-He really thinks of you as the most precious person ever and he really, really loves playing with the kittens every time he comes over.

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-Hinata loves to come over and play with the kittens

-In terms of actual care he does very little, but he does a good job of keeping them entertained while you take on other tasks and tiring them out so they fall asleep and don’t bother you at bedtime

-However, if you give Hinata a task, he will pull through

-You will need to ask him every single time you need help, and you might need to explain it multiple times, but he feels so special that you trust him to help you care for other lives.

- His favorite thing is when you let him give them their food because they all rush over and start eating. It makes him feel like a big provider and it makes him feel very special.

-Since you’re just fostering though… he cries so much when giving any of them away.

-If there’s one he’s particularly attached to he will adopt it. Might end up adopting two before realizing he can’t keep up care for any more than that so he just has to endure heartbreak if you keep getting new kittens to foster and giving them away when they find homes.

Kuroo Tetsurō

-Kuroo is canonically a dog person.

-So when he’s about three steps from entering your apartment for a coffee after your date, and you suddenly drop it on him that you have 3 foster kittens he mentally panics.

-Externally he keeps his cool save for his eyes widening slightly, and he enters like there’s nothing wrong.

-The cats are there to greet you at the door and you get down on one knee real quick to give them all their pets as they welcome you home and then head to the kitchen to start on the coffee.

-Kuroo stays in the living room and asks questions.

-Asking their names as each one walks over to him, and greeting them accordingly.

-He lets each of them sniff him at least 5 times because he’s scared of getting scratched.

-He takes a seat on your sofa as he waits for you and they all cuddle up to him, effectively covering his pants in cat hair as they rub up against him.

-When you come back with the coffee his hands are up and he gives you a nervous half-smile with eyes pleading for help.

-You can’t help but laugh at this grown man, who has been reduced by three sweet kittens.

- “You’re not a cat person, are you?”

- “I have… nothing against cats. I’m just… used to dogs.”

-You laugh at him again and he shakes his head, eyes on the floor as he lets loose a breathy laugh as well.

-You leave the cat that’s in his lap where it is, but take the other two and put one on your side, the other in your lap as you take a seat next to him.

-His arms drop, one gently placed on the kitten, the other spread out on the backrest of the sofa.

-The two of you talk and drink your coffee and Kuroo eventually starts relaxing, and petting the kitten on his lap.

-After a bit, it mews and his hand shoots straight up, “Sorry.”

-You laugh again at how jumpy he is about the kitten, “It’s fine. Good mew. Do what you just did again. She liked it. I promise.” You note how she’s gotten closer to him and has started headbutting his stomach, craving more of his affection.

-He looks at you with mock suspicion as he slowly brings his hand back down and pets the kitten on his lap just as he did before, scratching gently around its ears before trailing his hand down the length of its body.

-This time it purrs and he smiles so wide. He turns to look up at you, then down at the kitten, then back to you, and back to the kitten.

-His eyes are proud as the kitten continues purring in his lap and you can see that every time he looks at you his eyes are screaming, “Look! Do you see this?!”

- “See,” you say softly, petting the kitten by your side, “they’re such sweethearts. They make me so happy. This is why I love having them.”

-And his eyes shoot to you and they’ve softened immensely, though the excitement is still there.

-"What?”

-"It’s sweet.”

-"The kittens?”

-"No… well yes, but I mean….it’s sweet that you find comfort and joy in caring for another living thing.”

-You blush at his words and refocus your attention on the cat, but are well aware of the smile on his face, and the fact that he hasn’t looked away from you.

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-When it comes to caring for your kittens, Kuroo is awkward at best for the first stretch of time you ask him to help

-He’s pretty good at knowing what they need when they need it (some weird Nekoma instinct), but he’s really bad at knowing how to go about it

-The one thing he is naturally very good at is dealing with very young kittens at bedtime. Laying down bedding and getting them to nurse. Sometimes they have trouble with the bottle, and the milk is hard to get right, but Kuroo has it down. He is so good at taking care of putting them to bed.

-He’ll feed them and lay them down in the blankets he laid out.

-If you’re busy he’ll snap a picture of them and sneak up behind you. He’ll pull you into a hug, arms wrapped around your waist as he puts his chin on your shoulder. He kisses your neck before bringing his hands up to show you the photos of the sleeping kittens.

-He really loves seeing them being soft and cuddly and tired. He will play with them, but he much prefers them when they’re calm.

-Still is definitely a dog person.

Kenma Kozume

-Kenma is so comfortable with your cats.

-Kenma loves cats and they love him. This is canon.

-Remember when we first meet Kenma and he’s literally petting a cat and Hinata scares it away?

-That was a stray! One he clearly didn’t know since he’s from a different prefecture. It just approached him and he pet it. Cats are drawn to him, and he genuinely likes them.

-Arriving at your house for the first time, the kittens practically swarm him.

-He just goes in and sits down on a chair so he can pet them. He lets one of them jump up into his lap. He pets them as they purr and nuzzle against him.

-He’s got a slight smile on his face as he enjoys the affection of the cats.

- “Wow… you’re really good with them Kenma,” you say, picking up one of the kittens off the floor and holding it against you while you pet it.

- “I like cats,” he says, so calm and happy you can tell he’s not really thinking about what he’s saying.

- “Yeah?”

- “Yeah. They’re so relaxing and peaceful. They just make me feel… good.”

-His words are so genuine and calm that you have to fight the urge to just cover him in kisses.

-You instead place one quick kiss on the crown of his head and then go over to pull out plates to eat the takeout you picked up together.

-You feel so lucky to have found someone who gets exactly how you feel.

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-Kenma is good at literally everything regarding caring for the kittens.

-Since they love him, it’s easy for him to keep them all close together. So before feedings or bed or anything they’re all kept close.

-He loves to brush their fur out. It is his favorite thing. But he’s also really good at clipping their nails when they grow out too much and generally just keeping them well cleaned and taken care of

-Is also really good at remembering their vet appointments or when it’s time to schedule another appointment to get another round of shots or to get them spayed/neutered.

-Just really loves getting to spend time with them and you, and being able to relax so completely.

Akaashi Keiji

-Walking into your house for the first time becomes a memory that Akaashi Keiji revisits often, adoring every detail of the moment.

-He is so aware. He just sees how your face brightens and how your whole body eases. He loves seeing you so relaxed and happy.

-He has never seen you as perfectly calm and happy as when you’re with your cats.

-He plays with them and pets them a bit, but his attention is on you. Watching how careful you are with them, and how gentle and sweet you are. How you know the perfect way to get them to curl up and purr. He adores it.

-There’s a day when you have a date planned with Akaashi, but you’re overwhelmed by work and life and everything and it’s all very hectic.

- “Sorry I’m late Keiji, I just had to finish the project I was working on before I left and-”

- “It wasn’t long. I don’t mind waiting for you.”

- “So,” you sigh, clearly exhausted, “What’s the plan? Where are we going for dinner?”

- “If you’re up for it… I think I have an idea a bit better than dinner. What do you say?”

- “I’m game…. As long as there’s still food.”

- “There will be,” he says as he takes your hand in his and the two of you start walking to your new date location.

-Your casual dinner date now changes to a date at a cat cafe.

-He’s nervous about the change putting more stress on you, but once you’re inside playing with the cats, drinking, and eating and smiling at him, he knows it’ll be okay.

-He also really enjoys the cat cafe and befriends a calico there who spends almost the entire visit either in his lap or rubbing against his leg.

-But he’s really proud that he found a way to cheer you up and take care of you. To bring you peace when you were overwhelmed.

-He likes that he knows you well enough to be able to take care of you.

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-Akaashi is amazing at helping you care for your cats.

-He wants them to be well prepared. So he teaches them to behave, buys them a scratching post, and teaches them to only use the post. Trains them not to bite too much (outside of when they’re teething obviously), and is the one who effectively trains them to use the litter box.

-He’s all about them being set and ready so they’re well-behaved at their next home

-He is the most vocal with the cats. He’ll talk to them while he pets them. Not baby talk either. He’ll just begin talking to them really peacefully about his day and how they’re doing.

- “You see, everyone else has learned to not bite us, but you are so insistent on chewing away at us. But we feed you, little guy. So I don’t get why you won’t stop. Biting is ineffective and we’ve shown you that,” the kitten begins to purr under his touch as he keeps talking, “so why don’t you get it? You know we just want the best for you. At the very least haven’t you heard the expression to not bite the hand that feeds you? Huh?” He scratches the back of the kitten’s head lightly when asking those questions before resuming the long strokes over its body.

-He won’t even realize he’s talking to the kitten, he just does it every time he sits down with any of them.

-He just blushes and pretends it didn’t happen if he sees you’ve caught him.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #Haikyuu x reader #Akaashi #Akaashi Keiji #Akaashi x Reader #Kenma #Kozume Kenma #Kenma x Reader #Kuroo #Kuroo Tetsurō #Kuroo x Reader #Hinata #hinata shōyō #Hinata x Reader #Haikyuu Headcanons #fluff #Lila Writes💫

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bang-to-the-tan · 5 years ago

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Stray Cat Strut

Chapter 5

Reader x OT7

► Faerie!AU

Fluff, Comfort

Warnings: Mention of Death, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Faerie Mischievous Bullshit

↳ Summary: When your grandmother passes away, she leaves her countryside house in your name. The longer you stay, the harder and harder it becomes to explain away the odd happenings. What kind of secrets does this sleepy town hold? And why do the local animals act so strangely around you?…

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Cleaning the pond with Jin isn’t exactly what you’d call easy or fun, but it’s good, honest work. You wade through the edges of the pond collecting trash, sleeves pushed up on your arms, shoes perched precariously to try and avoid actually stepping in the murky water. You make a mental note to see if there’s anywhere to buy a pair of rubber boots better suited for this kind of job, but for now, you’ll just do your best. You’re helping him pull the weeds trying to claim the underbelly of the bridge, scrubbing at the moss growing there, and even cutting back some of the willow tree’s long tresses with a pair of unwieldy hedge trimmers.

Once your arms start to ache, and you’ve begun to get tired, you suggest stopping for the moment and he agrees readily. A sunny patch of warm grass to the side of the bridge is where you end up taking your rest, sitting comfortably beside each other to survey the work you’ve done so far. It’s looking better—one day and two people haven’t returned the pond to its former glory just yet, but it’s starting to make a difference. As the sunlight heats your skin, the breeze cool while it caresses the water from your sleeves, you’re struck once again by the peace that seems to steep into the very breath of this town. The trees rock gently, murmuring hushed stories into the green-scented breeze, the light and shadows underneath their leaves chasing each other across the grass and glinting off the water. Altogether not an unpleasant way to spend your afternoon.

Jin’s company has been pleasurable the entire time as well—you don’t even realize how much of yourself you’ve been talking about until you have to take a break for something to eat and with your mouth full of sandwich, it’s suddenly quiet.

“Sorry I’ve been talking so much about myself,” you add, swallowing and throwing him a sheepish look. His grin only grows wider.

“Trust me, I’ve enjoyed hearing you talk as much as you seemed to enjoy sharing,” he returns. The sun ahead, hot with the passing of the hours, cradles his hair in a soft halo and lends a gleam to his eyes. As he sits there, bathing in it, even covered in moss stains and dirty water from the ankles down, dark water staining the edges of his rolled sleeves, he looks like a painting. Delicate brush strokes shaping the curve of his face, the slant of his eyes, the petal-softness of his lips. So much in this town is beautiful beyond comprehension, and if anyone was living proof of that fact, it was Jin. He’d give even the possibly-magic swan a run for his money.

“While we’re taking a break…” you say suddenly, remembering the rabbit with a start. “Jin, would you mind looking at something for me?”

“Certainly.”

You fish out your phone, wiping one hand absentmindedly on your pants, flicking with your thumb through to your photos. Your other hand holds the rest of your sandwich aloft, pausing in your consumption in favor of concentrating.

“Okay, so, I...I’ve been running into some of your local wildlife. And I’ve had a couple people tell me that they’re these spirits, right?”

“Keprys,” he puts in, clarifying.

“Yeah, that’s them. Um...I was just wondering...you’ve lived here a while, you said?”

He watches your eyes, blinking once, waiting patiently for your point. “Yes, I have.”

“Would you recognize one? If you saw it?”

“Yes.”

You nod once and reach out to hold the photo of the rabbit towards him, scrutinizing his face anxiously for any sign that he’ll make fun of you for believing in children’s stories.

“Okay, so what about this one?”

Hopefully, he won’t think you’re crazy. Or at least, he won’t be mean about it. Surely, he can’t throw you out of his company over something as silly as local folklore. Not when you’ve just spent an entire afternoon helping him clean his pond. But instead, he immediately bursts into bright, sparkling laughter.

“That’s Jungkook.” he says. “I’m surprised you managed to catch a photograph of him. He’s very quick on his feet and incredibly shy.” He takes your phone from you gingerly, inspecting the picture with a cautious touch. Instead of pinching or tapping the screen, he only tilts it side to side in his hand as if to appraise it better from different angles. You wonder if he sees the legs, but if he does, he makes no mention of it. You decide you won’t bring it up.

“Jungkook.” you repeat. “Is he...I mean, is he one of them?”

Jin’s smile reappears, and he cocks his head. “Is Jungkook a kepry, you mean?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes.” He cranes to offer your phone back, pressing it in your palm with a touch that you swear lingers for a half second longer than necessary before it retracts. “Jungkook is a kepry.”

“The librarian said that keprys would be attracted to this totem I got for helping another one,” you add, hesitant. “And I feel like he—Jungkook?—I feel like he’s been following me ever since. It’s kind of like—” Jin’s head whips around in shock, eyes wide.

“Librarian?” He echoes, cutting you off. “You saw Namjoon?”

Your nose scrunches with curiosity. “Is that his name? Purple haired guy? Likes to be really vague? Hangs out in the ivy-covered library?”

“That’s him. That’s Namjoon.” Something curls in Jin’s eyes, furrows his brows momentarily. His voice goes soft, and he shifts, plucking at his trouser leg with an absent air. “How...How is he?”

You stare at him, intrigued by the change in atmosphere. “He’s...fine, I guess?”

“I don’t see much of him. That’s all.” He explains hurriedly, though you can tell he’s sitting on legitimate concern, biting back more questions.

You can understand that. Working too hard, not getting out enough with your friends. That used to be you, before coming here. You can’t imagine being cooped up all the time in a place like this. Your smile is wry, but comforting, you hope. “He doesn’t get out much, huh?”

“No. He doesn’t.”

You pause. “What about that festival that’s coming up?”

“Spirit Lights?” he seems taken faintly aback. “What about it?”

“Can’t you see him then? The lady at the convenience store made it sound like a holiday. Doesn’t he get the day off or something?”

“Or something.” Jin snorts, staring at some indeterminate space near the pond. He blinks, hard. “We always see each other during Spirit Lights. It’s just...It only comes every so often. You know? I worry.”

“I get that.”

“What else...did Namjoon say to you?”

“There’s a book about keprys that apparently could be really useful for dealing with them, but he won’t give it to me.”

“It can be a very dangerous book.” His tone has become serious, and his gaze into space hardens, dark brows creasing. “He wouldn’t lend it to just anyone.”

“He said I need something of value for it. He wouldn’t take my money.”

“Very few people in this town barter for money.”

“What would you give him?”

Jin turns to look at you again, a sideways grin on his lips, his eyes curving with amusement. “Me?”

“Yeah, what would you barter for a ‘very dangerous book’?”

He sits there for a moment, his expression frozen in a mixture of disbelief and humor, before it breaks with a bark of a laugh, his head dropping.

“‘Something of value’,” he repeats. “Well, it would have to be something close to my heart. Something of my past, maybe. A fragment of who I am, who I was, who I could have been.”

“That’s really specific.”

“I’ve been here a while. I know a lot about how these deals work. It would have to be the one thing I have that means that much to me.”

You muse over his words, finishing your sandwich thoughtfully. Suddenly, an idea occurs to you with a flash of inspiration. “Maybe there’s some old keepsake at the house that fits that description? In the shed, maybe?”

He shrugs, pouting, but his eyes glint. “It’s worth a look.”

You stretch your legs out with a luxurious, assenting sigh, eyeing the fluffy clouds drifting ahead. You balk when you realize that the sky is already threatening to cool, the sun beginning to hide her face in the treetops.

“Oh, man, it’s later than I thought it was. I should really be getting home.”

“Should you?...” Jin echoes. You can feel the hesitance in his frown, though he smothers it quickly and stands up gracefully, offering you a hand. When you take it, you feel a thrill race through your skin, dancing up your spine, setting your body aglow as it travels. This time, he definitely lingers, long fingers curled around your palm.

“Thank you.” He says after a beat. “For your help. I’ll be over tomorrow to help with your...shed, was it?”

“It was.” You reply. “I’m at the house on the hill. The one in front of the forest, with the iron fence.”

His face lights up in recognition, his eyes suddenly searching yours with something like shock. “The house on the hill.”

“...yes?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.” He hesitates. “I...I knew of your grandmother. We only met once, but I heard about her from the others. I didn’t realize it was...it was her who...that you lost. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you reassure him with a soft smile. He lets go of your hand and you fight against the vague disappointment taking place of his warmth. “You don’t have to apologize.”

Jin watches you peculiarly. “...you’re taking care of Taehyung, then?” he adds after an awkward beat.

“The dog?” you blink, surprised. “Yeah. I mean, sometimes. I don’t know, he just started following me around. He really, really didn’t like the swan we saw up here this morning, and he almost ate the gardener.”

He nods. “He...sometimes gets frustrated. But if he’s protecting you, then it makes sense.”

You laugh at that. “Protecting me. Yeah, from swans and gardeners. And rabbits. Jungkook.”

“He really does have your best interest in mind. Please don’t be too hard on him.”

The breeze kicks up just then, sending his hair waving gently across his face, bent in a serious frown. You stand transfixed, utterly bewitched, by his eyes. The bright sunlight glances off the brown depths, lit like lanterns against a mild summer’s night. Weariness lives there. An old soul, tired and heavy, but sincere. Your breath catches in your throat, but you manage to nod, feeling quite suddenly as though you’ve been entrusted some kind of weighty responsibility. He smiles, and again your heart twists in your throat, just as when you met.

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow? Right?”

“Right.”

Like one wandering inside of a dream, you make your way down the path towards home, mind swimming against the pull of a tide that seems to lead back to the pond, back to Jin. Please don’t be too hard on him. What a weird thing to say about a dog. But it’s not like you’re gonna leave him alone to go wild and bite everything you come across. He’s not even really your dog! Everyone you’ve met seems to have decided that he’s your problem now. Even you are having a hard time keeping the inherent strangeness of his affection in mind.

You just hope Jungkook is okay...you aren’t convinced that he means you any harm. Despite what the librarian—Namjoon, apparently—seems to think about keprys, you can’t imagine such a sweet bunny machinating anything beyond harmless. He probably just wanted to see the cat’s totem up close or something.

You reach the mouth of the walkway, just by the sign, and pull up short when you realize there’s a young man perched atop the sign, sitting comfortably, a mischievous if shy grin pulling at his plush lips as he watches you emerge from the trees.

“Hi,” you greet, taken by vague surprise to see him but remembering your manners in the nick of time.

He shifts, tugging absently at the fluffy blue jacket hood he has pulled over his pink hair, his grin growing wider, pushing his eyes into crescents.

“Hi,” he echoes, the end of his voice pitching almost into a giggle. “Hanging out with Jin?”

Your first knee-jerk reaction is to be distrustful of him, to hear a stranger so immediately know your business, but after a moment of bristling it occurs to you that everyone in this small town has to know each other. He must be a local, then, familiar with Jin. You relax into something more congenial. “Yeah. I’m helping him with the pond. Cleaning it and stuff.”

He hums in mild understanding, nodding, casting his glance to the side. His leg bounces atop the sign a couple times. Though his face is sweet, his voice high, and the pastels of his outfit speak to an almost childlike gentleness, there’s a sharp gleam in his eyes when he looks back to you, smirking.

“Not getting lost in the woods?” he says, playful.

“Lost? Well...maybe once.” you admit with a small laugh. “But it’s alright. I got out in the end.”

“All by yourself?” His face freezes, smile fading slightly at the corners. He searches your eyes as he stares.

“No, I , uh…” you chuckle, awkward. “I followed this cute little bird out. I know it sounds crazy, but I swear that’s what happened.”

His friendly manner returns in full force before you even realize it was dissipating, his grin turning radiant, clutching adorably at the sides of his hood with a saccharine giggle. He’s blushing, his cheeks pushed up and together by his small hands.

“I don’t think it’s crazy,” he replies in a reassuring tone through chuckles.

“No?”

He shakes his head, sending bubblegum-colored strands dancing with the movement.

“I guess there’s a lot of odd stuff that happens in this town.”

“You don’t know the half of it.”

You hum in agreement and crane around him, peering at the road, and seeing no cars, you decide to throw him a passing wave and friendly smile. “Well, I should get going. It was nice to meet you…?”

“Nice to see you again,” he interrupts cheerfully. “Ah, you probably should be getting home before dark. Wouldn’t want the spirits to get you.”

You think of Jungkook and snort as you turn, beginning to cross the street. “Thanks, but I think I’m alright.”

“And be careful around Jin.”

His tone has dropped. You swivel on your heel when you reach the other side of the road, throwing him a peculiar look. His smile hasn’t disappeared completely, instead quarantined to the edges of his lips, turning wry. It’s almost calculating, the way he watches you.

“...Why?...”

His eyes widen innocently, brows lifting into his hair. “You can’t just bargain with everyone you meet. It’s dangerous. Who knows what you’ll agree to?”

A scoff leaves your mouth, and you shake your head, turning away to hide the flash of indignation that courses through you for a half-second. You’re sure he’s only trying to be helpful, but it’s really none of his business. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He laughs again. The sound is like a brook in summer—light, bubbly. “Don’t misunderstand; you’re already in debt. I just don’t want him to get in the way.”

You look to him in confusion and disbelief, but are met with only an old sign and an empty crossroads. Swiftly, you spin, casting your scrutinizing gaze about the trees, the road, but there’s no evidence that the soft-looking man ever even existed.

Talking to yourself? You don’t think you could have imagined up an entire person like that. No, he must have just taken that split second and run away. What a weirdo. Never mind the animals, it’s the locals that sometimes behave the most oddly. Must be something in the water. If you stay here long enough, are you going to start disappearing when people turn their backs?

Why not, you think to yourself. If only to get your own back a little, maybe.

By the time you start climbing the hill to the house, it’s just beginning to really settle into evening, the air cooling and the sun casting warm rays everywhere, sharpened to individual shards of light through the trees. You can see the house, the iron gate, the beginnings of the garden within, and a small shape, pacing frantically up and down by the gate. Taehyung notices you long before his form registers properly in your mind, and before you can even really react, he’s torn down the stone-marked path towards you, small legs flying out under him in his haste to reach you, gravity threatening to pull him head over heels. He’s yapping as he barrels over, skidding from the sheer force of his sprint, his sweet voice pulled taut into what you can only describe as breathless worry and desperation. You murmur soothingly, rolling your eyes as you stoop to pet him, but he’s jittery on his tiny paws, incapable of sitting still, whining and huffing, hoarse as he blinks up at you and attempts to press as much of himself against you as physically possible.

“Now, really,” you chastise under your breath, shifting the bags on your shoulder to bend closer, trying to thread your fingers through his soft fur in a reassuring kind of way. “Now, honestly. Taehyung. You don’t get to act like this when you’re the one who left me, remember?”

He makes an impossibly distraught noise, turning balefully into a long howl, and you can’t help but laugh at the sound. He sounds like his heart is breaking, throwing his head back and crying of all the injustice in the world. To hear him, you’d think he was dying.

“Okay, pup, okay,” you interrupt his lament, stroking his face, around his ears. “I hear you. It’s alright. I’m okay, I promise.”

You straighten, walking towards the gate, and he immediately makes a beeline for your ankles, keeping in pace with your strides as though leaving your side would physically wound him. When you reach for the iron, he starts making this huffing, sobbing noise that even as ridiculous as it is, tugs at your heartstrings. You hesitate, curling your palm around the gate. He was here this morning. You doubt he went anywhere last night. Besides, you let the cat stay the night—where would be the fairness in disallowing your new companion, especially when he seems so incredibly upset at the thought of leaving you behind again?

You think again of Jin’s words.

A small dog so famous that everyone who meets you immediately knows his name has to be an upstanding member of the community, you continue to reason with yourself. He’s well-groomed, shiny-eyed, and obviously clean. If his owners don’t mind him wandering the town all the time, then surely they won’t miss him one night?

You interrupt his pitiful snuffling in a quiet tone. “What do you think, Taehyung? Just one night?”

He immediately goes silent. When you look to him, his ears have perked up, head cocking to the side. As you watch, his ears flick, back, then front again. A shuddering sigh escapes his small snout as he bores holes in your eyes with his round, slightly-crossed ones.

“Just the one.” you reiterate. “As a thank you. For trying to protect me.”

His fluffy tail wags, once. Twice. Hesitant, he leans back on his haunches to place a delicate paw just below your knee. His tail starts up again, beginning in earnest now.

“You wanna spend the night with me? Hmm?”

His ears go flat and he whines, low.

“Alright. Come on.” You unlatch the gate, pushing it open and stepping inside. When you turn to glance at Taehyung, he hasn’t moved, stock-still where you left his side. You blink at him, curious. “You can come in,” you say, and he immediately skips over to you, tail breaking the sound barrier with how it furiously wags, a bounce in his step, but such deep, quiet adoration in his eyes, you wonder again why this dog is following you around so much. You close the gate between the both of you, leading Taehyung into the house.

He is adamant on staying by you, though occasionally he sniffs at the air, the floor, snuffling like he’s hunting some scent. At one point, he noses violently at the radiator where the cat had slept, tail pausing in its waving as his mind diverts all energy to thinking.

“Was there a kitty cat there, Taehyung?” you ask him in a high pitch as you set the bags on the kitchen table, craning to peer at him from beyond the door frame. He sneezes, huffing a small, unimpressed bark at the radiator, before looking back up at you.

When you take a shower, he lays patiently in front of the bathroom door. You almost knock him over with it when you step out with a towel wrapped about your body, but he’s just as happy to see you as ever, casting a glance up at you and wagging his tail. You hesitate, peering back at him. Do you change with him in the room?...Your lips quirk.

Finally, you decide to leave him outside the bedroom door while you put your pajamas on. It’s just too weird. He isn’t really your dog, and besides, with all this talk about keprys and spirits...best not to take any chances anyways. When you open the door, he’s sitting patiently in the hall, tail thumping against the floor to greet you again as if for the first time. While you mill about the kitchen, putting together a quick evening meal, he follows you, though he’s so much more relaxed inside the house and so much quieter.

You slip him a dog treat from your bag as an afterthought. He sniffs at it, but doesn’t eat it, electing instead to prop himself against your chair when you sit down with a leftover sandwich from the store. Jin’s sandwich. You realize with a bit of shock that he never ate it, or did you even offer? Embarrassment flushes your face, but if he’d been hungry he could have just as easily said so. You’ll be sure to be a better host tomorrow, while he helps you with the shed.

“Are you gonna bite Jin when he comes over tomorrow?” You ask Taehyung absentmindedly, throwing him a glance underneath the table. He sniffs in reply. “You can’t. You have to leave him alone. He’s a nice guy.”

He doesn’t seem too convinced, but lays his head on his paws with a quiet snuffle. He perks up when you get up to wash the dishes, moving to sit by you on the placemat. It’s dark now, the yellowed lights in the house lending an almost dreamlike quality to the spaces, chasing the shadows into the corners of the room, and when you crane your head out the window, you can see the twinkling of so many stars in the velvety sky. You briefly consider spending some time stargazing, but eventually decide against it. You need to be up nice and early again, if only to make sure you don’t make Jin wait. How embarrassing would that be?

Taehyung trails you silently to the bedroom, and for a half second you consider turning him out, making him sleep by the radiator, but there’s something so familiar, so comforting, to watch him standing by the bed expectantly, waving his tail when you look down at him.

“Come on, up you go,” you say, and before you’ve even finished speaking, he’s hopped upwards, alighting on the covers with a grace you didn’t expect. He waits as you turn the light off and sink into the bed yourself before he begins tapping cautiously over in your direction. You can feel the change in pressure on the sheets as he walks, feeling for the bed underneath like he’s actively avoiding stepping on you. For a moment, you’re afraid he might start licking your face once he gets close, but he only bumps against your nose with his small snout, before turning and situating himself at your chest, snuggling into you. He’s so hot against you, so soft and warm, you can’t help but curve one hand into his fur, cuddling up with him as he sighs, bone-deep. The gentle smell of honey and warm sunshine emanates from him, light and sweet. For a second, you’re afraid you might not get to sleep—when was the last time you slept with a stranger’s dog in your bed, after all?—but he immediately slacks into deep, contented breaths and the sensation is so calming you’re drifting before you can even worry too much about it. Again, the spark of familiarity occurs to you and you curl closer to him, stroking at his fur lazily.

“Night, Taetae,” you hum, unaware that you’re even saying it until it’s left your lips as a mumble. Just before you fall into the void of sleep, you imagine he whines quietly in the dark.

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omiboshii · 4 years ago

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SakuAtsu AU tw // major character death

"Sakusa Kiyoomi, you'll always be my favorite view."

Traditional painter Sakusa Kiyoomi who only paints sceneries and cute animals, actually paints a portrait of someone for once. The reason why he didn't paint portraits of people is because he dislikes them (as obvious as it seems; it has also been years since he last painted a portait of someone).

When he found out that Atsumu's birthday is getting near, Sakusa started doing rough sketches of him and drafting. He worked on this piece for a month and finished a week before Atsumu's birthday.

"I guess it's fine to give him his birthday gift a day early..." Sakusa mutters to himself as he looks at his finished piece, happy with the results of the effort he put in for a month; he's excited to give his gift.

Two days before the birthday, Sakusa talks to Atsumu over the phone, telling him they should meet tomorrow for Sakusa's surprise.

"Omi, are ya watchin' the stars right now?"

"Yeah... the skies are clear tonight, so the view's nice."

"Night sceneries are your favorite, aren't they?"

"Mhmm," Sakusa leans on the window-frame, "I love them. They make me feel calm, and nights are more peaceful than the day."

Atsumu chuckles, "I agree with that, but my favorite view is better."

Sakusa raised a brow, "Yeah?"

"You shoyld ask me, Omi-omi!"

Sakusa rolls his eyes but laughs a little, "You're still so childish 'Tsum."

"Just ask me!"

"Fine," a small smile stays on Sakusa's lips, "What's your favorite view then?"

"It's you."

Moments of silence pass, before Sakusa speaks up again, "...You're not kidding?"

"I'm not, I'm serious."

"'Tsumu."

"Are you flustered right now, Omi-kun?"

"No, I'm not," Sakusa says despite the faint tint of pink spreading on his cheeks, "You always like to joke around like this."

"I told you, I'm not joking this time." Astumu's voice was calm, he's not laughing nor sound like he's smiling.

"...'Tsumu," Of course, Sakusa finds it weird, Atsumu being serious isn't an everyday thing, "Is there something wring?" He also finds it weird how silent Atsumu's background in the call is; there's no usual bantering from his twin in between, nor the sound of glasses clinking.

"'Course I am, Omi! I just miss ya-- since we haven't met in a week now."

Sakusa doesn't fight the smile that shapes his lips, "I miss you, too."

"Geez! Yer makin' my heart flutter too much."

Sakusa laughs softly and Atsumu chuckles, before they fall into silence.

"You should take a rest and sleep, Omi," Atsmu breaks the silence, "We'll see each other tomorrow."

"Okay," Sakusa looks at the waning mooon one last time before walking away from the window, "Good night, 'Tsum. See you tomorrow."

"Good night, Omi," Atsumu says softly, then a long pause before, "...see you."

The next morning comes; Sakusa wakes up to a text from Osamu, telling him that Atsumu can't make it for today's plan and he should come to the address that was attached in the message. What's odd is, Osamu was apologizing. Aside from that, the location attached on the message was a hospital's address.

Sakusa doesn't feel good with this.

The next thing Sakusa knows, he's in a hospital room and someone is crying-- no, not someone else, but he himself is. There's a painful feeling in his chest, certainly his heart stings. The cold tears that that stream down on his cheeks prickle, breath stuck in his throat along with his words.

"Why..." Sakusa turns away from the one who sleeps peacefully for an eternity on the hospital bed, from Atsumu, to face Osamu, "Why didn't any of you tell me?"

His voice trembles and cracks, a harsh breath after. Osamu flinches, seeing how Sakusa looks so hurt, and betrayed.

"How could I?" Osamu snaps, tears form on the corner of his eyes once again, "If you could've seen his face when he asked me not to tell you, how could I?"

Sakusa shuts his mouth, Osamu clenches his fists, "That was what he wanted... to spend the rest of his days ordinarily."

Osamu must be having it worse, Sakusa thought; Watching his own brother spend the rest of his days ordinarily and not being able to do anything-- he can't imagine how painful it must be.

Sakusa looks at Atsumu, who lays on the bed with a peaceful look on his face. Pain grows even more with the thought of not being able to see him smile again, and knowing that they won't ever see Atsumu open his eyes again.

"...Since when?"

"Four years ago," Osamu also looks at his brother.

"And we only met a year ago..."

"He knew you even before that," Osamu wipes his tears with the sleeve of his shirt, "He wouldn't stop talking about how he finds you pretty."

Osamu picks up of what Sakusa thinks a photo album from the table beside, "...He wanted to give this to you."

Sakusa accepts, but he doesn't open the photo albun, afraid of what the contents of it could be; he hugs it close to his chest instead.

"...I'll give you two a moment," Osamu turns to the door, "Just call if you ever need something."

As the door closes with a soft click, Sakusa takes the seat beside the bed, placing the album on his lap as he reacges for Atsumu's hand-- oh how Sakusa hopes to feel the warmth he longs for again --his hands trembling.

Cold. Atsumu's hand is, as Sakusa holds close.

Sakusa brings Atsumu's hand close to his lips, letting out a shaky breath as he looks at the peaceful look on Atsumu's face. Tears gather up again in the corner of his eyes, spilling down continuously onto his cheeks, "'Tsumu..."

He sucks in a sharp breath, there are a lot of things in his mind, questions he wishes to ask but are left unanswered, "Why?"

Sakusa holds onto Atsumu's hand tightly, and swallows a lump in his throat, "When you said we'll see each other today, did you mean it like this?"

Of course, there's no reply; not a teasing "Yer too serious, Omi!" with a laugh at the end-- nothing. Only silence.

That day, Sakusa continues to grieve. Everything seemed to blur, he lets his own feet take him to wherever, and ends up at his atelier.

Vivid memories of the times they spent together in this spacious yet messy room flood in Sakusa's mind; the cozy feeling whenever Astumu visits, the random things they talked about, the sunsets they have watched together, the accidental small touches when their hands or fingers brush each other, the matching mugs that Atsumu brought for them ever since he frequently visited.

It used to be so lonely, until Atsumu persistently welcomed himself here.

But now it's all lonely again, even feels lonelier than before.

Two weeks have passed, the burial was done and Sakusa went. He felt numb ever since, he barely went home and spent his nights in his atelier instead. He would find himself spacing out and staring at Atsumu's portrait.

Every time Sakusa realized he was looking, there would be a prickly feeling in his chest, a feeling of wanting to cry yet no tears were shed.

Tonight, Sakusa leans on the window-frame, looking at the night sky that's filled with countless of stars yet none of them shines brighter than Atsumu did.

The wind blows softly, Sakusa closed his eyes, and for a second he could've sworn he heard a gentle whisper of "Omi," or maybe it was from the memories he's holding onto.

Sakus opens his eyes slowly, he couldn't help but hope even just a little that he could see Atsumu again, but the first thing he saw was the photo album.

The photo album that he was given to, sits on Sakusa's wooden easel, the ray of moonlight shining down on it. He still hasn't opened it, he couldn't bring himself to.

"I guess it's time to open it, huh..." Sakusa whispers to himself as he reaches out to get the item, then placing it down on his lap and takes a deep breath.

When he opens the album, Sakusa starts to sniffle. As expected, they were photographs that Atsumu took with Sakusa. Most of the photos had something written (with Atsumu's messy penmanship) below them, the dates of when were the photos taken and short messages and notes.

Even though there were tears, Sakusa couldn't help but laugh at some of the photos and messages. There were random photos, like a fluffy stray cat glaring at Atsumu with a note below, "This cat still doesn't like me.... :(( so I only took a photo of it!"

Sakusa continues to look at the photos and read the notes under them, page by page, until there were only a few pages left. Those few pages were stuffed with Atsumu's unsent love letters for Sakusa.

He skims through the remaining pages, to check if those letters were the only ones left to look at. Sakusa's heart tinged with pain as he reaches the last page.

On the last page, was a photo of Sakusa smiling, and the note below it was written: "It's a shame, I can't admire your beauty until our hair turns gray. But,"

Sakusa doesn't feel numb anymore, emotions surge through his chest as he lets out a sob when he reads the last line:

"Sakusa Kiyoomi, you'll always be my favorite view."

--End.

#haikyuu!!#sakuatsu #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #angst #tw // major character death #painter!sakusa #i already posted this on twt #but i fixed a few things with this version

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r00en · 5 years ago

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Still Good Chapter 11

Caught in the Act!

All Might takes a moment to dish out his own form of Justice to a very special fan.

All Might x Reader (OC)

"We are very sorry about any inconvenience this has caused the school!" The clumsy couple said in unison. Both bowing low in the Principals office as the all but begged forgiveness for their public blunder.

Principal Nezu sat quietly. Sipping his tea and watching the two employees fidget on the spot. Clearly distressed but just as determined to be clear and honest with their admittance of guilt. On his desk sat a small tabloid paper. Black and white low budget photos slashed across it's cover with grainy wording. 'All Might's Secret Lover?!'. The main picture was hard to make out but clearly the massive back of the number one hero in dark lighting. Bent low with something held tight in his arms. Squinting you could see someone there. So much smaller next to the hulking hero but held up in his embrace. Light catching off what appeared to be glasses on the faceless civilian.

It had been an accident really. The last day before classes were meant to resume Toshi wanted to make some public appearances. Stop some petty crime and let himself be seen by as many people as possible. He had a little longer than an hour as he guessed but if he divided that time up he could stretch it to about three with breaks in between. So he went out on patrol. A normal and rather common thing for him to do. Paladin had wanted to make a day of it herself, using his time out and about to get a bit of shopping done for the both of them.

He ran into her by accident. After catching a simple purse snatcher and shaking some hands he spotted her coming out of a pet store which seemed rather odd as neither of them owned any pets. He followed her for a few minuets, darting around roof tops and trying to stay out of sight. Seeing her sneak into a near by ally way peaked his curiosity. She was feeding a stray kitten! Toshi damn near melted on the fire escape he was perched on. She had a small plastic bowl set up with a little blanket fort of sorts. She was changing the blankets out for something more clean and fluffy. God this woman.....

Having had enough of his creepy stalking he hopped down from his hiding spot. Trying to strike his normal heroic pose. "Well well well! It seem's I caught a criminal! Thought you could hide in the shadows evil do'er?!" His voice vibrating with all the flare and showmen-ship he put on for his real heroing. It worked well enough to startle the little nurse, poor thing jumped about three feet from her crouched position. Kitten clutched tightly in her arms she swung around with wide and almost terrified eyes until they landed on his massive slightly shadowed body. Taking a few seconds to steady her breathing and possibly restart her heart, and possibly ogle him a bit in his tight spandex she gave up the fight with the kitten in her arms and tried her best to put on a criminal smirk. It wasn't working. She always looked far too cute no matter how hard she tried to seem menacing.

"It seem's you caught me! And I thought I could get around the great All Might...but arn't you suppose to tell me what crime I've committed? Or is feeding cat's against the law now?" It might have been. Toshi knew she wasn't exactly well versed in Japanese law. Less so district to district. But he wasn't so concerned with that in this moment. Stalking his way closer, keeping up his little act he planted himself tall in front of her. Enjoying just how little she was when he was like this. She was little all the time compared to him but in his hero form it was a drastic difference. Only managing to reach his mid section at best. A perfect height to just bend ever so slightly and- NO! Absolutely not! He was not about to picture that! Not now...not when he was wearing the worlds most form fitting costume. His jaw twitched slightly trying to banish the image from his mind giving a little shake of his blond head he bent himself lower to grin at her.

"Stealing a hero's heart is a rather serious crime! And I've caught you red handed little miss. I'm afraid I'll have to punish you." Her cheeks flushed a bright pink. Not expecting him to say something so accidentally provocative. Toshi himself felt his own face dust red. He was trying to avoid such perverted nonsense right now god damn it! He watched her fidget on the spot. Glancing to the kitten a few feet away that had all but forgotten their existence as it happily lapped away at the gifted milk and wet food she brought. "Well...." her voice was meek but laced with a heat Toshi wasn't expecting. "I suppose you'll have to punish me then...I can't promise I won't do it again after all...." The tension between them was thick and heavy. Each one still baffled that they had kept this little act up for so long. Neither were very used to such teasing yet. Toshi especially was teetering on the edge of another heart attack as he felt her fingers trace the lines of his abs through his suit. Swallowing hard he brought his massive arms around her time frame and scooped her up forcing her to let out a tiny squeak of surprise. Her body felt hot against his own which was surely running like a furnace given how much he was starting to sweat.

Her legs wrapped around his middle as best they could. He was so thick and bulky she was struggling to manage even that much but his support and strength had no trouble keeping her steady. Forcing the both of them back to press her hard against the rough ally wall. Toshi hoped the dumpster next to them would be enough cover as he inched his face closer to her's. So desperately wanting to kiss her. He was so close he could feel her little panting breaths heat his cheeks. Mint. She smelled like fresh mint and vanilla bean from her morning coffee. He could just about taste it. "Don't think I'll go easy on you..." he teased. His voice little more than a growl that rumbled his chest and sent a shiver down her spine that he could feel in his groin. She liked that. She liked when he teased her and threw his weight around. Looming over her like a predator ready to pounce. It excited them both. So close. His eyes caught her little tongue swipe her lips getting ready for what he assumed was about to be a rather intense make out session...in public no less. Just another centimetre and-

A bright white flash caught them both by surprise. On instinct Toshi curled himself forward to cover the small body in his arms as if attempting to shield her from what his mind told him was an attack. Another few clicks and it registered that it was a camera. Damn it! This was bad. His hand moved to cover her head and hold her flush against his chest trying to both keep her steady against him and protect her face from any picture that might expose her identity. He wasn't going to stick around and answer any questions or give this busy body and more chances. He needed to get them both out of there and fast. "Hold on to me." He snapped, angry at himself, the sneaky reporter, the situation...but mostly himself. A single quick hop and he was well above the rooftops of the buildings they were trying to hide between. He was taking no more chances, putting as much distance between them and the ally way as possible. Praying that who ever it was that caught them didn't have a quirk to catch up.

'Stupid Toshi! That was so stupid! You put her in danger and for what?!' Everyone was going to know now. Were they meant to keep it a secret? Was it really so dangerous that her identity be out in public? Perhaps a few months ago it would have been fine, after all who in their right mind would threaten the lover of Japans number one hero? But now with the villain attack so fresh and their apparent grudge against him personally it felt all too risky. As much as he wanted to tell himself that Paladin was a pro hero and could stick up for herself....U.S.J proved that these criminals were far more advanced than excepted. He was in no shape to protect her. Not long term anyway. Not like this.

They were possibly a whole new district away by the time Toshi settled on a high roof top well away from any onlookers. It would take a helicopter to spot them here and given the more residential area that was a low end risk. Carefully he unwound his arms from her and let her feet hit the ground. Smoothing out her wild wind swept hair and trying his best to steady her on wobbly legs. "When I said I wanted to go for a ride some time I was more thinking a casual skip around a park. Not a sudden rush for our lives." She laughed still in good spirits but the slight tinge of worry laced her voice. He couldn't hide his grim expression. Crossing his arms in a mild huff as he tried not to let too much of his worry show. "I don't think they saw me. At least not much." she was busy trying to untangle bits of her hair seemingly unfazed by the whole ordeal. "It's a good thing you have those power legs of your still otherwise we might have some awkward explaining to do....oh gosh I can't believe we almost-" she was giggling now fussing over her heated cheeks and trying her best not to look at him. Playing the part of a sweet fluster school girl who got caught kissing her boyfriend in the supply closet. Close enough. But Toshi couldn't shake the pit in his gut. This wasn't good.

He pulled her forward into a tight, more protective like hug. Needing to do something with his hands that were now trying hard not to hold so tightly to her back. Rather he let his fingers tug softly at the end of her hair. "I'm so sorry. I know know better than that, it was foolish...reckless....stupid-" He was going to start punishing himself and as if on que she pushed back against his wall of a body and shoved him off playfully. Startling the hero who stumbled back just enough to look at her clearly disgruntled face. Cheeks puffy and hot with anger. She hardly ever looked at him like that. Only when he started his little self hate sessions really. Now being an opportune moment for one after all. He was going to get yelled at....finding himself shrinking back slightly ready for her scolding.

"Toshinori I mean honestly! You are a normal man with normal needs! You have every right to sneak away to kiss your girlfriend behind a dumpster in the middle of work, just like everyone else!" True. He turned a bit bashful at her words. Slicking back his hair with a heavy sigh. "I won't say I minded...in fact I'm a little annoyed that we got caught...."

"Y-you are?" He blinked down at her. Eyes hidden by the dark shadow of his well worn face. The dark expression gone as he felt a bit more relaxed by her goofy reprimand. She was in a little huff. Arms crossed and tapping her foot like she was trying to quiet a restless class. Head nodding back at him.

"Is it really too much to ask to have a moment in public with my hulking hero of a boyfriend." She always threw around their relationship titles when he was upset. It helped more than he was willing to admit. It made him swell with happiness and pride. Feeling wanted warmed him. She nuzzled back against his chest. Well as much of it as she could reach and he returned the gesture by caging her with his massive arms. Leaning low to cover her with as much of his body as he could. "I know this is bad. But I can't ever regret anything I do with you. No matter how....embarrassing. I know why we can't say anything publicly. Though it would make life a lot easier. It's just so frustrating."

That was the other dark thought that kept creeping in when ever they spoke about this sort of thing. Being together like this was wonderful but they had to be careful. Had to keep everything a secret and sneak around in the dark. His massive hand cupped her cheek and forced her grumpy face to angle up at him. "There is nothing I want more than to tell the world about our love. It would be quiet the story too! Number One Hero finds love at last!" They both shared a little chuckle between them before he pushed her head back down against him. "But right now....with the league of villains emerging, my weakened state..." His fingers clutched a bit of her hair to cool his growing nerves "I want to protect you. And the best way for me to do that is to pretend I don't exist in your life like this. I hate it. It makes me feel sick thinking about us like some dirty secret we must keep from the world. It makes it feel so wrong when it's anything but." He wasn't really sure why he was explaining this to her. She was so smart and they had spoken at length about the need for secrecy. At least for now. Perhaps it made him feel better. Reminding both her and himself that this was just temporary and neither were happy about it.

They could be frustrated together.

He hated that his mere existence was troublesome to her. She couldn't enjoy a normal, public relationship like everyone else. He denied her of that every day. She was pulling away again. Gracing him with a sweet and loving smile as she motioned for him to bend down. Rather he took a knee, nearly eye level with her even when he stooped so low. She bent and gave him a little kiss before setting to work smooth out his hair and playfully tugging on his upright bangs. "I've told you before, and I'll keep telling you until it get's through that thick skull of yours." Harsh but necessary. He was very dense when it came to emotion. "I love you Toshinoi. And if sneaky around a little for now is what it takes to be with you then so be it. Tis a small price to pay from the love and attention you give me daily." Her lips found his again, this time short and sweet but just what he needed. "I'm not here to be the number one hero's girlfriend. I'm here to be with you. One day people may know and we can soak up all that annoying attention then. For now the only eyes I want on me are you'res....If I could see them...." that caught him off guard and had him belly laughing so loud he thought it may draw attention to their rooftop hiding spot. He couldn't help it!

"My dear! Is there anything at all you can't cure with that wit of yours!" He was back on her in an instant. Spinning her around in the sudden rush of joy and excitement. Even tossing her once for good measure. "That passion is what I love about you! Always so quick to make me smile when I'm down and out, and here I'm meant to be the Symbol of Peace!" they were laughing together now, her happy voice like a million tiny bells to his ears. Holding her high and above him still so the wind caught her hair and the setting sun cast beautiful orange light across her shining face. "I should strive to be more idealistic! Make the best of a bad situation! I'm All Might for goodness sake I should start acting like it again!" Once their laughter died down at their breathing slowed Paladin looked off into the distance. From her higher height she could see well above the rooftops off into the glittering ocean view that was still a few miles off. But all Toshi could look at was her. Beautiful and glowing in the dying sunlight.

She seemed to get her fill of the view, grinning back down at him again. "Shall we go home my big strong hero?" He returned that look. Hooking his arms under her knees to carry her like a bride, the very idea painting his cheeks pink and set his mind spinning with images of a wedding, church bells and the very idea of calling her 'wife'. He hushed his own wild imagination. 'Now that is far too soon....' it didn't mean he couldn't enjoy those thoughts for a while. Act like it was something they could one day do. Pretend that he had time.

'No! Not today and not now!' He was happy in this moment and he would be damned if his aggressive self loathing would take that away from him. Holding her close his powerful legs get one single leap and they were off.

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The soft sip of tea was the only sound to cut through the thick tension. Nezu always did like to take his time. Let his pray dangle on a string. If Toshi didn't know any better he would have believed the Principal had it out for humans in his own way. The thought made his skin crawl a bit. Beyond that his back was starting to hurt this bow was going on for so long but he dare not break it. There was a lot to be sorry for after all.

"Well it can't be helped. Lucky for us this is just tabloid rumor that no one will take very seriously. No one got a good look at our dear nurses face so for all anyone can tell All Might was just rescuing some random stranger. At least that is how we will spin it on our end." Another sip. Shorter this time. "But in doing so we did need to inform the rest of the staff of your relationship. What ever it may be or how ever serious. It's important that all staff are on the same page with these things."

'Damn, that meant Aizawa was sure to find out.' Toshi felt his teeth click together in a tight grimace.

"If it can't be helped....we are sorry for the trouble this may be causing the staff and the school. It was never our intention to go public even among our close friends. Toshi wanted to keep it as privet as possible." She was always starting to cover for his mistakes. He felt his gut twist in shame but when he looked over at her she was grinning. No matter how worried her tone was, no matter how upsetting this new situation she still smiling. He had to return it, lips twitching up as if they were two school kids giggling in the back of class.

Nezu cleared his throat, hopping down from his chair to make his way to the office door. "There is no policy prohibiting staff members from dating so the two of you arn't in any trouble. I believe some of the staff even had a betting pool as to when you would get together. No harm done in the long run I say. But do try and be more careful. The school is facing a lot of scrutiny after the villain attack so it would be best to try and say as discreet as possible."

They both took a low bow against, the small mammal giving them a smile and a nod in return as he opened the door to leave. "Oh and Paladin, do remember to speak to your grandmother. She's been rather cross that you didn't mention your new relationship with her." His tone was so off putting that even Toshi could feel his darling tremble on the spot next to him. A hand reached out to take hold of her's behind his back trying his best to hide the action from their boss. They just spoke about not doing this very thing but her nervous smile and twitching fingers made it hard for him not to comfort her.

"R-right...I'll be sure to do that thank you Mr. Principle." All she received was what seemed like a grim nod before the door snapped shut allowing both lovers to collapse back on the couch with a heavy sigh.

Long fingers covered his face, his breath coming out in heavy waves as he tried to still his hammering heart. Other hand holding tight to his beloved like a lifeline in a sea of crashing waves. "That was....better than expected." He chuckled, she was right. Even though they royally screwed up for at least this moment everything seemed like it was going to be alright.

"I mean look at the bright side! We don't need to sneak around school much at all! At least not in the teacher lounge anymore. Plus we can maybe even meet up with everyone else for drinks like we always talked about." While neither of them were overly social in their personal lives they did count their fellow teachers as friends but Paladin was so new to Japan and shortly after starting their relationship they we worried about a night out drinking with everyone; mostly Aizawa was asking for trouble. What if she had gotten drunk and let it slip? What if they did something like hold hands or he called her 'darling'. He was so used to it by now he wouldn't put it past himself...what if she reached across to wipe some rice from his face and he took a hold of her hand and kissed her fingertips ever so lovingly. The thought heated his cheeks, almost as much as the utter embarrassment of being caught in such a situation.

For now however this was a minor load off of both of their shoulders. The teasing would be relentless to be sure, but now their relationship no longer felt like some dirty little secret they were keeping from friends and in her case family. This was better. At least for now.

NOTES: I’m sorry it’s taking so long to pump out these chapters! I’m slowing down on the ideas I wanted to get out but that in no way means I’m done with these two! I’m just not able to throw chapters out two at a time every day, for that I am very sorry! I hope you keep reading though!

#all might x reader #all might/reader #still good #toshinori x reader #Toshinori Yagi #Nezu #MHA #fanfiction

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chronicbatfictioner · 5 years ago

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Exchanges and Compromises - Chapter 7

Gotham City, Today

He is the Gray Son of Gotham, and he did not like having all these intruders coming into his city and steal from his people. The Court had made it clear that it would be his duty to clean up Gotham from those outsiders.

Over the years, Dick Grayson realized that the rogues coming to Gotham were getting progressively worse. If five years ago, it was the mafia trying to control Gotham; small, petty thugs trying to appear bigger than they are at the advent of machine guns and diminishing morale of the general Gothamites; today, there were costumed people. People wearing costumes and gimmicks, ready to hurt random people just to make a name for themselves. They'd feared nothing because there was nothing in Gotham that could hurt them back. Not like the Super-powered metahuman guy in Metropolis.

It all started with the shooting of Barbara Gordon, the daughter of a Police Captain. He had met her in person at the Circus and thought she was the most beautiful person ever. The only way he could keep his mind sane through the year was the hope that one day, he would be able to meet Barbara again. Cheesy, he knew. But it worked. Remembering Barbara meant remembering himself as Dick Grayson - the last of the Flying Graysons.

Dick was yet to get the taste of death at the time. But he was so furious, oh-so-furious that he had kicked the red-helmeted guy out of his fast-running motorbike after he saw what the guy had done to Barbara Gordon. To her body and soul as he desecrated her and took photos. Dick caught him and the camera - thankfully it was an old camera with films and not a digital one that could send its photos to the cloud - and has kept the film since.

Evidently, someone had beheaded the Red-Helmet guy after Dick left him dangled - suspended in the air on a lamppost with the gun he'd used to shoot Barbara Gordon for the cops to arrest him or whatever. Dick couldn't say he was sorry to hear that, though. It was much like that first time when he hung Tony Zucco upside down, and some enterprising soul had loosened the tie and sent Zucco flying to the pavement, some seven-storeys below.

He thought it odd that his masters have not allowed him to take a life - his other compatriots have taken lives after lives as ordered. But he, the one they actually named The Talon, had not. Sure, there might have been a number of targets whom he had taken to the edge of life at one point or the other. But they lived. The masters would promptly send out the cleaners - paramedics and other rescue people - to make sure his battered targets would survive.

Terror tactics, he was told. He had learned so much and so far to get the full understanding of how to work someone up to within an inch of their lives, leaving scars that would make them remember him always, but not take the life itself.

Nowadays, though, the policy might just need to change, if it hasn't already. His compatriots have eliminated a lot of people already, most were a costume- and gimmick-toting newcomers. They claimed to be 'inspired' by the legend of the Talon, yet they came in with the sole purpose of benefiting themselves on the blood of the common, insignificant people. They were not to be scared off, the masters decided. They were to be eliminated thoroughly.

He was getting antsy. There has been practically radio silence from the masters in the past week. He has tried to make himself useful - logging in the locations of the rogues the best that he could, so that... so that he was doing something, anything, during the radio silence. But it was getting... lonely.

He idly dropped by the Gordon lady's place again. She lived there, but she had made a plethora of security devices that he would have to carefully avoid to get to see her.

Her red hair looked like the sunrise in his eyes; warm, inviting, long. She had cut them short a few times, but they were always wavy and red and Dick wished he could run his fingers through them. He was happy that not only she had survived the shooting, she had also built something - a small business empire - for herself. She has friends coming and going, of all ages and genders. She would go out, sometimes with those friends, for a night out in the town, and Dick would follow them surreptitiously - keeping her safe if anything else.

Tonight, she seemed to be working intently. He couldn't see what she was working on, on the monitors before her. But she seemed preoccupied and rather angry; her face flushed a little, strands of hair escaping from her messy bun, her arms waving every now and then from whatever remarks she was making against whoever was on the other side of her headset.

Dick sat there quietly, literally enjoying the view. He deliberately trained himself to just watch her at work, not overstep the boundaries, no matter how his body wanted him to. Just a peek, it would say, into her bedroom, watch her change, sleep, get out of the showers...

He shook his head, snapping his thoughts. No matter what, Barbara has been violated before. He was not going to do that again, whether or not she knew it.

He touched one of his belt's pockets. The film was still there. No one shall take it from him, and maybe one day he could give it to Barbara herself and watch her burn it. Destroy the nightmare once and for all.

For now, though, Dick turned as a spark somewhere midtown caught his interest. With the costumed newcomers, there has been an increase of explodey-thingy each night. Scratch that, there has been an increase of explodey-thingy every night.

He went to the nest, where his band of talons should be standing-by, awaiting orders. There should be the masters, too, sitting around a roundtable, assessing the severity of the situation before they decide on the course of action.

He barely made it past the last of the buildings when he smelled it. The scent of blood - fresh blood - and burnt flesh. He stopped, settling down the shudder that overtook his body. He was not scared, not by a long shot. There have been numerous times where Dick witnessed bloody and/or burnt people - even before he was let out of his training pod. But this one... this one seemed... more foreboding. All of his survival instinct has kicked in all at once and told him to not meddle.

So he peeked around the corner of the building a few blocks away from the nest.

It was luck that he'd peeked instead of barging in, too. There was a very big man standing on the ledge of the next building - the one right in front of the nest. He was laughing - Dick could hear his laughter from where he was standing.

"That is all? That is all of the Court of Owls??" the man crowed. "I am Bane! And from this day onward, Gotham is mine!"

Dick sank back to his hiding place, after realizing that the round object in each of the man's hands were heads. One head of a Talon, the other the head of the Grand Master. He knew that the other Talons would have headed underground, which explained the complete radio silence.

Through the night, he went through the residences of the other members of the Court, only to find them dead. The ones he didn't find in their respective homes, he located at Dock 9C, the drop zone. They were all still sitting around the roundtable - lacking their heads. And Dick was pretty sure that the Court's revival pods would not be able to resurrect a person lacking a head.

He sighed dejectedly, realizing that - once again - he was alone. He would need to figure out how to take down the big man, 'Bane', and restore order. There were several issues with the intention: one - He didn't even know what this guy 'Bane' really wanted; two - his weakness; and three - how to exploit it.

And four- what is this shadow that has been following him from the Nest and is it dangerous.

He instinctively threw a knife toward the sound, a little confused when the shadow yelped indignantly and exclaimed, "dude! Settle down! I'm here to help!"

The moon took that moment to came out from behind the clouds, and Dick could see the small, black-leather-clad boy. With cat's ears.

"Oh, great... Catwoman's apprentice. There's nothing to steal here, boy; unless you're up to collect headless corpses." Dick snarled.

The boy tilted his head, looked behind Dick to the corpses, and looked like he was going to throw up. "Oh, god... would you... ew... would you mind if we go outside? Like, that -- ick. No-- Just..." he right out scowled. "Ugh, okay. Stray, where're your manners." the boy continued. "I'm... sorry for your losses, I guess? But can we please go outside? The cops are coming in a bit. I'm sure you don't want to be caught with like, twelve dead bodies around you."

Indeed, Dick could hear vehicles coming closer. The cops must have been alerted and kept their sirens quiet to catch the perpetrator. It would have worked, too, given the alcove location of the warehouse that would have trapped him - at the very least, he would have been seen.

He contemplated the boy's offer for a few seconds and then nodded. "This way," he said, leading the way to the least-used exits, the one that went to the sewers. "I hope you don't mind a little stink."

The boy whined, "man... the sewers? Don't you know there's a big-bad crocodile that eats humans in there? Not to mention how my dry cleaners' bills when they need to wash off the stink..."

"Really," Dick deadpanned dryly, glaring at the boy.

"No, I'm just trying to break the ice." he shrugged. "I'm Stray, by the way."

"They called me Talon," Dick replied, leading the way to the sewers, keeping a good fighting distance with the boy. He might be small and young, but Dick was certain that he would have some sort of weaponry on him that could hurt Dick.

The boy was quiet for a good six-second and then said. "That's alright, Dick Grayson, you're not a Talon, anymore."

For the first time in his life, Dick slipped and splashed to the floor of the sewer.

#Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #Talon #Stray!Tim #Talon!Dick #Barbara Gordon #Batless!AU

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dancinginthecenteroftheworld · 5 years ago

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Nov 5: Cats (Jaime/Brienne pre-relationship)

Jaime checks the address of the animal shelter three times when he pulls up. It looks like an abandoned warehouse on the outside, the kind of place he expects to find someone making illicit drug deals in the back corner, nothing at all like the cheerful images of animals finding forever homes posted on the website.

The inside, at least, is more promising. The walls are painted bright colors (he recognizes one from the photos) even if he's hit with the smell of cat litter and wet dog as soon as he opens the door. There's a chorus of barking echoing from behind one of the sets of doors and the counter is empty. Jaime rings the bell and overs awkwardly in front of it, not entirely trusting the dingy, threadbare chairs.

A slight redhead comes out, barely older than his niece, and greets him with a smile.

"I'm looking for a cat," Jaime says. "It's a Christmas gift for my nephew and –"

"BRIE," the redhead hollers, her pleasant smile dropping from her face. "We have another one."

Another one of what, Jaime isn't sure, but he's distracted from wondering about it when the absolute tallest, blondest woman he's ever seen emerges and joins the redhead at the desk.

She's even taller than Jaime is, and he isn't exactly short. The woman also has the most stunning blue eyes and more freckles than Jaime thinks should be possible. Ugly, is his first thought, followed immediately by fascination at the way she strides to the counter and squares her shoulders like she's ready to fight.

"Animals aren't gifts," the woman says shortly, scowling at him. "We're here to find homes for these animals, not send them off to be abandoned again by someone they loved."

"It will have a home," Jaime starts, but she cuts him off again.

"For how long? Until your nephew stops taking care of it? And then his parents get annoyed and then what?"

Jaime opens his mouth, but the woman just keeps going.

"They don't want to take care of it, they don't want pets or they'd have already adopted a cat, and you just shove one at them. Then they're right back here, dumping the cats on us again, taking up cages and reducing the number of animals we can save. And on top of that, the cats have gotten attached, so now they don't understand where the human they've come to love is and why they aren't good enough anymore."

The woman is shouting but her eyes are glistening in a way that suggests she's about to cry. Jaime thinks she's taking it all too personally, but he also doesn't think arguing will help his case.

"It will have a home," he says again, and barrels on when the woman opens her mouth. He can play that game, too. "With me. I'm Tommen's legal guardian, so I'll be the one taking care of the cat."

The redhead breaks into a smile again at those words, though the tall blonde keeps glaring at him.

"Cats are a lot of work," she says. "Have you ever even owned a pet?"

"No," Jaime says. "But I don't mind a bit of work."

"Brie," the redhead says softly, looking between them.

Brie snorts.

"They'll claw your sofa," she warns. "And throw up on your fancy rugs and shed all over your expensive clothes."

Jaime isn't even wearing expensive clothes, not really, just jeans and a cashmere sweater, this is just getting ridiculous.

"I'm sorry, do you not want to find these cats a home?" he snaps. "Or are you just sad nobody wants to take you back to their house?"

Brie takes a deep breath and looks like she's about to say something, but the redhead sets a hand on her arm, and the taller woman deflates.

"You'll need to sign," she says, from between gritted teeth. "Saying you'll bring them back to us if you don't want them, not just dump them on the street, and if you return them you won't be allowed to adopt again."

"Fine," Jaime says. He expects her to go back to whatever she was doing before, but she stomps out from behind the counter and leads him through a set of doors.

There are, frankly, a lot more cats than Jaime expected. Racks of metal cages line the walls, three in a column, with at least one cat in each. Some of them have more than one, and the scent of litter is even stronger here. The cage floors are covered in newspaper, though some also have blankets.

Some of the cats are loud, meowing frantically as soon as the door opens, and others cower in the corner of their cages. One particularly energetic animal is climbing the wire door of his, flipping around, and coming back down again, wailing dramatically all the while. Another hisses as they walk by.

It's frankly overwhelming.

Brie leans against the wall, arms crossed, glaring at him.

Jaime strolls along the line of cages, watching as cats run and hide or stretch paws out to bat at him as he passes.

"Look, Brie," he says, after his third or fourth circuit.

"Brienne," she interrupts.

"Brienne," he emphasizes, rolling his eyes. "A little help would be nice."

"It's going to be your cat."

"Seriously, why do you even work here if you don't want to adopt these animals?"

"I want to adopt them. Just not to you."

"You don't even know me!" Jaime is almost shouting now. He runs his hands through his hair.

"I know enough," Brienne says mulishly. She jabs her finger at one of the cages. "This cat? Sweet, loving, and she's been brought back here twice. First was because her owner's daughter stopped cleaning the litterbox and that was the punishment. Second time, the owner redecorated and the fur didn't match and was easier to see on the new sofa, so back she comes. Just because money buys you whatever you like doesn't mean you get to treat living creatures like that."

"I'm not planning to!"

"Yeah, but have you thought this through? You clearly don't know anything about cats."

"Well, we can't all live in our apartments with seven of them and become spinsters," Jaime says, and is pleased when Brienne flushes a deeper shade of red. She barrels on anyway.

"What are you going to do when it gets sick? Or claws your favorite shirt? Let me guess – you don't know. You just thought about how cute it will be to see your nephew's face on Christmas morning, and everything else will sort itself out."

"What I thought," Jaime says, stalking closer. He can't loom over Brienne, not when she's taller than he is, but his anger is still a powerful force. "Is that my nephew is dealing with the death of his father, his mother being thrown into a mental institution and he's lonely and the only things he's spoken to since I took custody are stray cats on the street."

Brienne has the grace to look embarrassed, but she doesn't back down from where she's toe to toe with him.

"What I thought," Jaime continues. "Is that he loves cats more than pretty much anything, and the only time he had one, it disappeared and I'm pretty sure his brother was responsible. But since that brother is now in jail, maybe Tommen can finally get something he wants, for once in his goddamn life."

When Brienne finally speaks again, her voice is more subdued.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she says. It sounds stiff, but sincere, and Jaime inclines his head in acknowledgement. "I just want you to understand how much goes into owning a pet."

"Well, as you pointed out, I'm rich. If the cat claws my shirt or my sofa or whatever, I'll buy a new one. If I get tired of cleaning the litter box, I'll hire a maid. I'm not going to bring the cat back. I could never do something like that to Tommen, after everything he's been through."

That seems to do convince Brienne, at least enough for her to ask some questions about Tommen and what he likes. Then she shows him a number of cats and kittens, insisting on bringing them out of their cages for Jaime to hold, although he really can't tell much difference between them other than furry or more furry, squirmy or less squirmy.

In the end, he settles on two kittens, because Brienne is of the opinion that an older cat with an established personality would be better, but Jaime has thought about Tommen's face on Christmas morning and he loves kittens so much that Jaime will take the risk, because apparently kittens are better behaved in pairs.

They're almost to the door when Jaime's attention is caught by a yellow card on the front of one cage, the number 2 scrawled on it in sharpie.

"Is that how long she's been here? Two days?" he asks.

"No," Brienne sighs heavily. "She's been here over a year. That's how long she has left until we have to put her to sleep."

Jaime peers into the cage. All he can really see is a pile of black fluff in one corner – he almost misses it at first.

"Is she sick?"

Brienne stares at him like he's being exceptionally dumb.

"No, but we can't keep animals here forever." She makes a clicking noise, and the cat's head perks up, amber eyes flicking over them both. "She's a sweet girl, but she's lazy and she's already 9 years old. She could have plenty of years left – my oldest cat is 17 and going strong – but most people are more excited about kittens."

Jaime feels guilty, suddenly, about the two playful kittens he's picked out. Tommen will love them, of course, probably more than a lazy cat, but he didn't know they killed animals if they weren't adopted.

"I'll take her too," he says impulsively.

Brienne gapes at him.

Jaime grins.

It looks like he's going to have three cats.

#november prompts #jaime/brienne #cats #ficlet #small town au

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Married At First Blood — Play on Married At First Sight,

Other names may include: The Internet Ordained Minister Virgil, Minister Virgil, “I Do” Not, How Virgil Became an Ordained Minister Online and What Came of it, The Wedding of The Century (That Didn’t Really Happen), Why Roman and Logan Don’t Trust Virgil When He Asks Them to Do Things Anymore, Married Before Bloodshed. (Other title ideas may be added when thought of)

Virgil becomes an ordained minister online, thinking nothing of it and just having watched a video about someone who did. This becomes almost comically convenient as the next week Logan and Roman break out into the worst fight they’ve ever had. With little time to spare, Virgil mumbles out what he knows of the wedding pledges, then asks Logan and Roman to both say “I do”, pronouncing it an experiment to calm his nerves as they’re rapidly rising. Both feeling a little bad they both say it and Virgil just smirks, pronouncing them husband and husband, “you may now kiss the groom”. It’s at that point two bands wrap around Logan and Roman’s ring fingers and where once they thought Virgil was just acting silly to keep calm, they now know he was serious. Logan immediately files for a divorce, slightly offending Roman to a degree, but Roman seconds it. Virgil says he won’t allow it until they stop arguing and gives them a sentence of six months married before he even thinks about allowing a divorce to be filed with him — the only ordained minister in the room, and the only one even remotely willing to go through with divorcing Logan and Roman since Patton is so happy and trying to find rice or something to throw (honestly he gave up and is now showering Logan and Roman in cookie crumbs and dry fusilli), Deceit and Thomas are just happy they’re not arguing.

Their marriage goes just…just swimmingly. For about two hours. Then Logan leaves to go to his room and finds his room is now also Roman’s room and has a fit over it, blaming Roman for merging their rooms which kicks off another bout of arguing. While they do that Virgil and Patton calmly sip at hot chocolate and gently contemplate whether it needs more milk or more marshmallows, they decide on both.

After their argument is somewhat over, Logan having lost his voice and Roman wheezing so bad he’s had to drop to his knees to breathe properly, Logan strips to pyjamas and hops into bed, calling out hoarsely that he was there first and therefore Roman is sleeping either on the floor or on the couch, Logan doesn’t care where so long as they’re not in the same bed together. Roman agrees but wants the bed to himself, they fight again, each trying to get the bed until Virgil yells at them to be quiet and go to sleep and they come to the consensus of a pillow barrier, broken down halfway through the night when Roman can’t sleep because of slight insomnia and decides to get up and watch movies in the living room with a pile of pillows. He gets back just in time to see Deceit gently hushing Logan back to sleep, and is concerned for his fellow side. Deceit is able to convey that Logan has nightmares often, though he refuses to admit it, and Deceit is the only one he’s been able to trust with that information, since it is extremely hard for him to convey the truth at times, leading to Deceit being the one to wake him up and calm him down before hushing him back to sleep. Roman asks softly if Deceit would like him to do it, not really wanting Logan to go to the other side when he could have leaned on Roman all those years he had nightmares, Deceit accepts and tells Roman that without his glasses Logan won’t know who is with him — a blessing and a curse — so he could get lashed out at for trying to help, or he could get Logan crying into the pillow for hours on end.

As it turns out Roman talks to Logan later when he’s awake, asking if he’d like Roman to help with his nightmares, promising to protect him from them. Logan is a little hesitant, but agrees seeing Roman so adamant about helping him and it comes back around when Roman is watching a movie and gets scared that night, needing Logan to hold his hand before he starts to calm down and stop imagining monsters in every corner or that he heard a creak outside the door. The pair sleep soundly that night, Roman waking only once to hold Logan through a nightmare.

A week passes and they’re getting along surprisingly well, Roman keeping Logan’s nightmares a secret and Logan staying up with Roman to watch horror films and help him through them. Their arguments are less about who is better and more about if Mulan could beat a grown Merida in a fight and who would win what events. Of course, their arguments always come around, but the build is slow and the tension is never there anymore, both refusing to partake in it for the entertainment of their audience when it’s asked for in a script. And while this is happening Roman writes stories for Logan as bedtime stories, reading them out dramatically to help ease Logan’s nightmares. Logan, meanwhile, offers an idea — they watch the horror movie Roman wants to watch earlier on and then finish up with a Disney film to get Roman’s mind off the movie and then finish the night up with pictures of cats before Roman reads the story and they turn in for the night.

Things seem to be getting better before a script they’d planned months ago goes through and ends up giving both of them nightmares — one where Deceit takes over Logan’s position for a few minutes in order to try and gain favour by suggesting that he’s a better logic than Logan is, which is something Roman (acting) agrees with but Virgil and Patton voice concerns and are able to show Roman that they are all needed — but it brings up concerns that Logan is inadequate, and, on Roman’s side, that Roman thinks Logan can be replaced which he knows isn’t true and makes him feel like a villain. They split up awkwardly, Roman saying that Logan can take the bed while he takes the couch. It ends with both unable to sleep and eventually Logan enters the living room, gets a drink of water, downs it in one go, and slips onto the tiny patch of cushions, bumping his head against Roman’s. They make eye contact and silently agree that they’ll never leave one another like that again, choosing to clasp their hands together and fall into sleep together. (Found later that morning by Virgil and Patton who take a few photos and decide not to bring it up, but Virgil takes some really aesthetically pleasing pictures of their left hands clasped together with their rings on show which Patton makes his home screen background.)

A day or so passes and they don’t really talk, just have silent conversations with their eyes and body language. But for once Roman makes Logan laugh and it makes his whole day hearing that, even if it was due to Roman slipping down the last two stairs while in socks and bumping down the rest to the floor with a soft moan of pain, he isn’t hurt too bad (minus his ego but that gets a huge boost when he sees Logan actually smiling and laughing). Logan asks if he’s okay and Roman says only his ego is a bit bruised, and Logan says without thinking too much that it’s a pity he can’t kiss Roman’s ego better. Roman says he can and they both blush before Logan pecks him on the cheek and leaves to go do some work. Roman stands in the kitchen for around half an hour, just gently rubbing his cheek with a small smile. Then Virgil walks in and reenacts an old video with him —

“The heck is that? What the heck is that a hecking smiling Roman? Eh, don’t hecking smile like that, that’s a weird looking hecking smile. Pat, yo there’s a weird looking Roman in the kitchen! I don’t want it starting a fight with Logan! Logan it’s okay” *kissing noises* “It’s okay Logan don’t worry about it. Pat! Pat, there’s a weird hecking smiling Roman in the kitchen it looks- it looks like Roman but smiling the hecking thing. Oh, hey get the heck out of here, I don’t even know if that’s hecking Roman. Blink, mothertrucker.”

“Virge what in good Athena?” *moves and looks at Virgil*

“Ahhhhh!”

(for reference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UuC-y-SYqi8 )

This reference goes over both Logan’s and Patton’s heads, but Roman gets it and chases after Virgil for making him Wilfred Warrior, “This Stray Cat Looks Like Grandma”, when he clearly is not. But it’s enough to get a little laugh out of Logan which makes Roman stop in his tracks completely like the roadrunner — running, running, running, complete stop in naught-point-one seconds.

About a day passes and, honestly, things are just like normal except there’s not as many arguments and disagreements. Logan and Roman just have a genuinely lovely relationship and it’s wonderful, marvellous really. But then someone has to throw a wrench in the gears and that someone isn’t Deceit or Virgil or Thomas, but Patton. See now, Patton didn’t mean to, but he was talking to a very sleep deprived Roman and Roman mentioned Logan’s nightmares, so Patton got concerned because “my child is having nightmares and didn’t tell me” so he gets into a weird emotion spiral of sad and concerned because “does he not trust me? What did I do wrong? How can I rectify this?” and ends up asking Logan the next morning if he had a good night and then asks how his nightmares are and if there’s anything he can do to help, unbeknownst to him Roman had been sworn to secrecy about it and wasn’t supposed to tell anyone. This revelation that Patton knows about his nightmares points Logan to Roman and he is so angry that Roman told Patton about something so secret and private because Patton said it in front of Virgil so not only does Patton know but Virgil too. Logan doesn’t leave their room for the entire day and locks it to spite Roman who just wants to talk things over but is getting less patient by the minute. In the end, Logan decides to reconcile but Roman has moved past it and doesn’t want to, not thinking about it and calling Logan a child for not confronting his fears, regretting it immediately because now Logan looks betrayed, hurt and sad, not even angry at him just so done with him. Roman admits he was wrong, but the damage is done and Logan refuses once again to come out of their room until Roman is at the door begging on his hands and knees (though Logan didn’t open the door for him but for Virgil who said he needed to talk to Logan about something). He tells Logan everything, Patton apologises for taking in the information and spreading it without asking Logan about it in private first, and Logan apologises for not hearing Roman out before then.

Though they say they trust each other and forgive one another, Logan seems to not fully trust Roman as he once did, and while it may not be completely Roman’s fault he understands that Logan needs time and is happy to allow that. But it takes its toll on both of them, Roman wanting Logan to trust him but not being able to gain that back through any means, and Logan not being able to tell Roman when something is wrong or when he has a nightmare. And that blows up in their faces when Logan has a particularly nasty nightmare, Roman watched a long line of horror movies, and neither can get to the other when they’re needed most — both paralysed by fear even though they can feel the fear that the other is putting off. But they manage to overcome it and both meet at the top of the stairs, each nearly in tears but so thankful the other is there and okay that they forget the tears and just hug it out. Before they support one another back to the bed and curl up against one another close enough they’re sharing breathing space, which is usually something they don’t do because personal space, but right then and there they don’t care and just need the comfort the other side presents.

There are a few slip-ups eventually, when things settle back down once more — a moment where Deceit and Logan are looking over pictures of the “wedding” (they might have stolen an album from Patton to have a look at weddings they’d been to and what the ideal one for them would be) and Roman maybe gets a little jealous and defensive, but it’s sorted out extremely quickly when Logan confronts him and tells Roman that he’s jealous, Roman accepts he might have been and they discuss why he was and how to remedy the problem. Something similar happens with Logan a week later where Roman promised to take Logan with him on an adventure, but ended up taking Virgil instead which angered Logan because “you promised and yes I know I couldn’t make it but why did you have to go with anyone anyway, questing is stupid, you’re stupid, no you’re not but I’m emotionally unstable in here”. Roman helps him work through it by showing him that there is no “extra special” relationship between himself and Virgil, rather he needed someone and Logan couldn’t go because of his duties and while Roman would have preferred not to go along with the closest thing to the bane of his existence since before they learned Virgil’s name and had his arc, he still prefers Virgil over Deceit. To make up for both feeling so jealous they have a night out in Roman’s second room, a picnic under the stars that is followed by several comedy movies and a few romcoms.

There is the idea buzzing around that things will get really awkward when Thomas begins dating again, but when eventually they find someone Thomas likes it turns out to not be that big of a deal. Since their relationship is mainly platonic, they have no problem with one another mooning slightly over another male in the vicinity and when eventually said male turns them down and breaks their collective hearts, this ends up strengthening the relationship between Roman and Logan since they have one another to go to for comfort and this works splendidly for Thomas’ mental and emotional health (about the same for physical though). It does bring up old memories and after looking through the man’s Instagram they see he’s recently gotten together with a very handsome man who at present appears to be studying astrophysics, which kind of crushes both Roman and Logan. Roman due to the sheer looks department and the fact the two look so happy together, and Logan due to the fact the other man is studying astrophysics, so — according to him at least — the other man is much smarter than they are which is supposed to be Logan’s forte. They comfort one another, Logan assuring Roman that looks don’t truly matter in the grand scheme of things and that, eventually, they’ll find someone they want to be with too, and Roman comforting Logan and assuring him that he’s plenty smart. It begins to escalate a little though, before they flashback to a time when they thought their issues were more important than the others; when Roman thought not being handsome enough for someone was more important than Logan’s worries over not being smart enough, and vice versa. That calms them down and they’re able to get a grip and come together over the issues they face, chiding themselves for thinking they’re not who they want to be.

At some point, they have to go to a real wedding and Logan’s eyes light up at the same time as Roman’s, they turn to one another and they share the same train of thought - “I want that.” So they plan a proper wedding from the flowers and napkins down to what they want to wear and, surprise among surprises, Logan decides to wear a wedding dress - “I’ll never get to wear one again, they’re unprofessional to work in, so I might as well try it out at least” - and Roman plans to do up his normal outfit with some other touches that make him look a lot like a naval officer in formal getup, even though he was going more for a fairytale prince aesthetic. It upsets him a little to he asks Logan whether he can wear a half cape in red, Logan really doesn’t care all that much but does ask Roman for advice on what material he should make his dress out of. Yes, they are imaginary so yes they can make their own outfits from scratch. They’re actually surprised by the skill and competency of one another when they finally have to do their vows in front of a very grumpy, but still happy, Virgil whilst Patton waits on the sidelines with rice like an assassin who just wants to throw rice over people. They do their vows and as part of their schtick Roman stops the wedding for just a moment to offer up a small bouquet of blue roses to go with the “something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue” - the other items are; the ring from when they first married (old), the dress Logan made (new), and three “borrowed” items from the other sides (Virgil made his shoes, Patton made his veil, and Deceit embroidered gold into the train he made for Logan - not exactly borrowed but they don’t really care). In the end, Logan does throw the bouquet but before the other three can quarrel over who is catching it, Roman grabs it and smirks. The bouquet is taken apart and the flowers are dried and pressed to go into an album of the wedding - made mainly by Deceit and Patton with Virgil doing much of the photography. They gift it to Roman and Logan after their “honeymoon” phase (they spend a few days in their bedroom just sleeping in and eating whatever they want before binge watching movies they both want to see). The album goes up on a special shelf above their bed with a framed photo of all of the sides at the wedding and the last of the bouquet sitting inside a glass bell jar with a white ribbon around the handle. A nice little reminder that this time they consented to getting married and had fun with the concept.

(I had way too much fun googling wedding dresses so imagine a white dress - long, with either an A-line or a princess/ballgown skirt - backless with a few pieces of lace (either alençon or venise) around the edges of the opening, sleeveless (sweetheart neckline with the possibility of an illusion neckline) with a defined but lowered waistline, and a few golden leaves and branches decorating one side of the waist and one side of the top of the dress, along with a few around the bottom of the dress. Either radzmir, mikado or tulle as the skirt with the traditional three layers and an underskirt made of satin, but this would be an optional part of the dress. For the bodice; either pure white radzmir or mikado, perhaps satin, either something that’s a depature from the tulle or somehting that connects seamlessly from the bodice to the skirt. The train would have to be either be between a court train and a chapel train, or practically non-existent (he could pull off a watteau train but he’d need to add sleeves, possible cap sleeves, but sleeves nonetheless. The veil would be either an Elbow Wedding Veil (roughly 32″) or a Fingertip Wedding Veil (roughly 38-40″) with gold flowers and leave embroidered around the bottom (because Deceit can be extra like that) and held in place with either a nude/brown headband or a crown of gold leaves and flowers (because we like gold very much, it is pleasing to the eye). A pair of 3″ white heels with some gold lace covering the white (if he’s feeling up to it) or a pair of 3″ white heels with white lace and fake diamond studded flowers. If we’re going less gold and more silver/white/diamond-y change all the gold to white with a few fake diamonds.)

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