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creat0r-cat · 2 years

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Bucky Barnes x reader - (Un)Happy Independence Day

The sound of firing guns rang in Bucky’s ears as he ran across the field, occasionally ducking into the yellowed grass and firing his own weapon. Small explosions of dirt from the enemy’s active assault sprayed across his army green uniform, filling his nose with the musky and spicy smells of the earth and gunpowder. His commanding officer shouted commands which were barely audible over the ringing in his ears.

Looking to the side, Bucky watched as one of his fellow soldiers was shot down. His eyes widened and heart raced as he began to panic. Never once since he enlisted had Bucky regretted joining the army, but now he was beginning to. He could have been home, relaxing and reading a book, or hanging out with his best friend Steve Rogers, maybe he could have been going out on a nice date with a beautiful girl, but no, he chose to join the front lines and potentially lose his life for his country.

As Bucky quickly got on his knees, firing his gun, a large wave of pain flowed from his chest. He had been hit by an enemy bullet. ‘No,’ he thought, lying on the ground as his vision began to fade, ‘It can’t end here. Steve, I’m sorry..’ Everything went black but lit up again just as quickly. Bucky looked around, trying to recognise his surroundings.

To his horror he finally did.

Bucky Barnes was back in a Hydra Headquarters, strapped into that cursed machine while scientists read words from a book. His head hurt so much and his chest felt like it was on fire as he struggled against his bindings, screaming in agony. His feet slammed against the metal footrest and he shut his eyes, wanting to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

BANG BANG BANG

“Bucky?? Are you okay?? Open the door!”

The winter soldier opened his eyes, falling off of the bed as he woke up. He was back in his room in the Avengers’ tower, his dark gray sheets around him and disconnected from the rest of the bed. From outside, he could hear the sounds of fireworks being shot into the sky by some of the neighbors. The knocking on the door just added to the unwanted noise as the voice of Steve Rogers commanded F.R.I.D.A.Y. do unlock the door and let him in.

He then entered the room and rushed to Bucky’s side. “Hey, are you okay, I heard you crying out in your sleep.” Steve said, his hand squeezing his best friend’s shoulder in a comforting manner. He then realized what was going on. “Was it the fireworks?” Bucky was shaking underneath his wrinkled sheets and didn’t respond. He was too afraid to speak, even to act because he didn’t know what he would do out of pure instinct.

“The war is over, Bucky, and Hydra isn’t going to get you. You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here. You’re safe.” Bucky wanted to believe those words, and for the most part he did, however his time behind enemy lines had messed him up. The sound of fireworks that he used to run toward as a child he now backed away from, as he remembered the sounds of battle and visions of fallen soldiers filled his mind. Bucky didn’t want to seem weak, but here he was about to cry like a child over fireworks of all things. He used to love this time of year, but now he could only stay in his room and pray for it to be over for the next few days.

“Do you want to talk about your dream, Buck?” Asked Steve, looking worriedly at his friend who shook his head. “I.. I don’t feel well. I think I’m just going to try and sleep again and skip the celebration tomorrow.” Steve was saddened by this. Sure, he wanted his friend to be okay, but he really wanted to spend Independence Day with him as well. “All right. You know where I am if you need me.” Steve gave Bucky a tight hug before exiting the room, leaving Bucky alone with the sounds of distant fireworks.

The next day, the Avengers’ Tower was alive with the hustle and bustle of the Fourth of July. Tony and Steve were arguing over the last donut with red, white, and blue sprinkles, Natasha, Clint, and Peter were setting up decorations, and Bruce Banner worked on some new fireworks for the celebration later that night. (Y/n) (L/n), Vision, and Wanda Maximoff both watched the chaos going on from the kitchen while preparing food for the grill and table.

“I don’t really understand the concept of Independence Day.” Said Wanda softly, looking at the other two in the room with her. The bickering between the co-leaders of the Avengers stopped and they looked toward the young witch in surprise. “Really?” Asked Tony who took another bite of his donut much to Steve’s annoyance. “Do you want to understand it?”

Wanda nodded and Steve took the opportunity to delve into his patriotic passion as two of the three decorators rolled their eyes. “Look what you’ve started.” Said Clint, his shoulders shaking with a suppressed laugh as Wanda struggled to keep up with the history lecture that she had unknowingly asked for.

(Y/n) looked around suddenly, noticing something, or rather someone, was missing. “Hey Steve, where’s Bucky?” Steve stopped talking about the Revolutionary War long enough to answer her. “He was.. Having some trouble sleeping last night and isn’t feeling well so he’s spending the day in his room.” (Y/n) frowned in concern. She hadn’t known her boyfriend wasn’t feeling well and felt guilty that she hadn’t gone to check on him at all. “Vision, you and Wanda can handle the rest of the food, right?” She asked the mechanical avenger who nodded and motioned for her to be off.

It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to reach Bucky’s room and when she did, she knocked gently on the door. “Bucky? It’s me, (Y/n), are you okay? I heard you weren’t feeling well.” From beyond the door she heard a rustle, as if something or someone was moving around, but no one answered the door. “Babe?” She tried again, hoping he would open the door so she didn’t have to. (Y/n) wondered if maybe he was asleep, but was proven wrong when there was a soft reply. “Don’t worry, I’m okay doll, you can go back downstairs. Go enjoy the festivities.”

There was a hint of sadness in his voice and (Y/n) couldn’t help feeling bad about his condition. “I’m coming in.” She said, opening the door before Bucky could tell her not to bother. There he was, looking healthy as a horse and getting up to try and stop the door from opening. (Y/n) was confused. “Bucky? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

Bucky knew he had been caught in his lie. He invited her to sit on his bed, thinking out what to say next. (Y/n) looked at him expectantly and suddenly spoke up. “You’re not actually sick, are you?” She said that in a monotone voice, sounding a bit upset. Bucky felt awful. The two of them hadn’t even been together for a year yet, and he didn’t want her to feel obligated to throw away a fun holiday like this for his sake.

“No. No, I’m not actually sick.” He confessed, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down. “Then why aren’t you joining us downstairs? We’re going to start up the grill outside on the balcony, maybe get a campfire up and running, and watch the fireworks. Doesn’t that sound fun?”

It did sound fun, but that’s what made Bucky so sad. After everything he had done, why should he be out there celebrating America’s independence after he worked for Hydra to take over his beloved home country. Why should he celebrate freedom after he had taken so many innocent lives?

A tight hug snapped him out of his damp mood and his eyes widened to feel tears falling on the back of his hands. He hadn’t even realized he had started crying. Furiously, Bucky wiped at the tears, trying to get rid of them and toughen up.

“It’s okay, you can cry. I won’t judge you.” Said (Y/n) softly, hugging him tighter and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Bucky’s wall of emotions shattered and he broke down. Turning around to face her, he held her in his arms and cried freely. He couldn’t form coherent words as he tried to explain to her why he hid from everyone. She didn’t say anything, trying to understand him as he finally managed to calm down.

“I just don’t feel welcome. I’ve hurt so many people, heck I’ve killed so many people. I killed Tony’s parents and even tried to kill all of you at one point or another. I don’t deserve to be celebrating with all of you.” He looked at (Y/n) who looked at him with sad eyes.

“You deserve to be with us as much as anyone else, Bucky. First of all, you didn’t have a choice in the matter during your time with Hydra because you were brainwashed. Second, you’re forgetting who all you’re celebrating with. Tony has indirectly killed thousands of people with the weapons he used to manufacture, Natasha used to be a Russian spy, Clint is technically an assassin, Wanda used to work for Hydra, Bruce is literally a green radioactively-made monster who can take down giant flying carnivorous alien worms,Thor has killed thousands of people because he’s a small-g god, and I work as an agent for SHIELD. You fit right in with us!”

Bucky laughed softly, falling back into her arms. “I guess you’re right..” He murmured but his faint smile didn’t last. “Do fireworks bother you?” Guessed (Y/n), a small puzzle being put together in her mind. “Is that why you had trouble sleeping?” Bucky nodded, feeling a bit stupid for admitting it. “They.. give me nightmares and flashbacks from the war.. And Hydra.. And they keep on going for days because of the Fourth of July.”

“If there was a way to make the noise disappear from the fireworks, would you go out to see them?” Bucky nodded. “I love fireworks.” (Y/n) smiled happily. “I’ll be right back.” She left his side and Bucky immediately missed her warmth and comfort. He wondered what she could be doing. Bucky prayed that she wasn’t going to tell the others and hugged his knees to his chest anxiously.

When (Y/n) returned, she was carrying a pair of large black headphones. “What?” Bucky asked in confusion. “They’re noise canceling headphones. I use them sometimes when I go to the firing range for practice. Try them on.” He hesitantly put it on, adjusting the ears to fit his head and he was shocked when all the noise from his room and downstairs disappeared. It was like he was just alone with his thoughts with nothing to interrupt him.

(Y/n) tried to speak to him but he could hear her. She tried again and this time he told her he couldn’t understand what she was saying, making her laugh as she took the headphones off. “It looks like they work.” Bucky hugged her tight, kissing her cheek happily. “Will you be joining us downstairs? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She assured him, the question lingering for a second as he considered the option for the first time in quite a while.

“I’ll be downstairs in a bit. I need to freshen up.” (Y/n) smiled happily and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Alright then! I’ll see you later!” As she left Bucky’s room, he watched her retreating figure with a smile. What did he do to become so lucky that he could have a girl like her?

By the time he had gone downstairs, everyone was already on the balcony. The smell of grilling chicken, burgers, and steak wafted through the air as well as the sound of laughter. When he appeared in the doorway, Steve was the first to catch sight of him, looking at his best friend with a look of absolute shock, not expecting to see him out and about that evening.

“Ay, Manchurian Candidate, nice to see you!” Called Tony, waving at him from his spot next to his wife, Pepper. (Y/n) looked over at him and smiled as one of Clint’s daughters braided her hair. “There are some sodas and beer in the cooler if you’d like one.” Said Wanda as she drank a Pepsi beside Vision on the couch. Peter was already over at the cooler, grabbing two juice pouches, one for him and one for another one of Clint’s kids.

As Bucky got settled down nervously between (Y/n) and Steve, his fellow soldier patted him on the shoulder. “I’m happy you could join us, Buck.”

“You can thank (Y/n) for that. She convinced me that I was welcome.”

“You’re always welcome. The past is in the past so enjoy the present. It’s not like we have a time machine and can go back to when and where we came from.” Joked Steve and Bucky laughed.

Two hours later, the fireworks started. (Y/n) was seated comfortably in her boyfriend’s arms as they watched the colorful display in the night sky. Bucky looked down at her, the black headphones placed comfortably on his head and keeping away the loud sounds of the explosions.

“I love you, doll.” He murmured softly, nuzzling his face into her shoulder as she held onto him with a smile. “I love you too, Bucky. Happy Fourth of July.”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #the avengers #mcu fanfiction #bucky x y/n #bucky fic

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justsomerandomfanfic · 1 year

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Hi! Could I please have a matchup with a character from lotr and Marvel?

My Name is Rachel, Im 18, I’m heterosexual and my pronouns are she/her. My zodiac sign is Taurus and Im a Gemini rising. I have brown hair that comes a few inches below my shoulders, brown eyes and freckles.

I’m a really optimistic person, and I try to help others as much as I can! I’m good at giving advice, and making people feel better. I’m also very charismatic and very outgoing! I love trying out new activities, But, I can get impatient easily and I tend to be stubborn. I’m very affectionate and I tend to make sure that everyone around me is feeling alright before making sure that I am. Basically, I’m like the mom friend.

I really enjoy fashion design. I love sewing and coming up with a new ideas of something I can make! I’m also really passionate about music. I’ve played piano since second grade, and it really helps me to express myself! Some of my other hobbies include baking, crocheting and shopping. My personal style is a kind of mix between softie and angelcore. I love clothes that are pink, ruffly or have some sort of lace on them. Some things I like include, pretty perfume bottles, flowers, and jewelry I have a huge sweet tooth, so I also really like desserts! I absolutely hate bugs.

I hope that’s good, thank you so much!! <33

Thank you so much for requesting!! I hope you enjoy it!! <333

Lord Of The Rings;

Samwise Gamgee:

🥔 You joined the Fellowship in Rivendell, becoming the tenth member; you were skilled in the arts of healing, so Elrond knew the rest of the Fellowship needed you

🥔 The journey was dangerous and adventurous, but some fun, minus the orcs and all that; you were pretty glad that you were chosen to go

🥔 But when things took a turn for the worst, you didn't hesitate to make sure everyone was okay

🥔 Bandaging wounds and cuts and making sure the horses and ponies were fed, you finally made sure you were fine and dandy

🥔 During the trip, you grew closer to Samwise, who insisted that you call him Sam; he was super sweet and kind to you, always with a smile on his face (he loves the way your freckles dot your face)

🥔 You felt a bit protective over Sam, but he was a strong little Hobbit and actually wanted to protect you; the two of you had bonded like no other, and you both cared for each other a lot

🥔 When he went after Sam for the ring, you felt like your heart had been taken with him, you felt as if you should've gone with them; you were scared something bad would happen

🥔 Finally, when the ring was destroyed, you were reunited with Sam; you couldn't stop yourself from hugging him and digging your nose in his messy golden curls

🥔 You were surprised when Sam asked if you would come back to the Shire with him, and of course, after some shock, you said yes

🥔 Living in the Shire with Sam is amazing and so calming, living in the Hobbit Hole, you spend your days gardening with Sam, making your own clothes with the fabric you buy in town, and baking with Sam by your side; life is perfect in the Shire, the sky is always blue and the grass is always green, and Sam is always by your side

Marvel;

Thor Odinson:

⚡ You joined the Avengers because of your amazing powers, Fury having no choice but to make you join, you were just that good

⚡ You were quick to befriend all of the other Avengers, even Bruce and he's shy so that surprised you, but everyone thought you were funny, charismatic, and a bit stubborn

⚡ You loved all your new friends dearly, but you had a special connection with Thor, the God of Thunder; it was like there was this spark, the moment you laid eyes on him you felt as if electricity ran through your veins

⚡ At one of Tony's parties, all sitting around the table with Thor's hammer on it, everyone was dared to lift it; even you

⚡ You stood from your seat with a smirk, placing your fingers around the handle, you didn't think you'd actually lift it, but you did; the look on all of their faces was priceless

⚡ Thor was speechless and adored you even more so than he already did, and from that, he gained the courage to finally ask you out on a 'Midgardian' date

⚡ Since he was still pretty new to Midguard after he asked you out and you said yes, he asked what humans did for dates, and obviously you took him to the mall; where you did some shopping, before you went to a nearby garden where you wandered and looked at flowers; at the end of the date, the two of you baked a cake

⚡ Thor finds you irresistible, impeccably so, he thinks you are brilliant, kind, and understanding; he finds your talent for playing the piano spectacular

⚡ When Thor goes on trips to Asgard when he can't take you with him for some reason, (if you do, he requests explicitly for your Asgardian gown to be pink), he brings you back the finest Asgardian jewelry your eyes have ever seen

⚡ Thor loves the way your brown eyes light up when you see him, and the way your smile lights up the entire room; you love the way Thor's hair shined in the sun, and how protective and determined he is (you are the best couple is all of the Avengers)

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boizandgurlzinthehouse · 3 years

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𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰

pairing: loki x godess!reader word count: 1.995 plot: you can stop the time, but you can’t make your memories disappear. unspoken love.

you and loki were old friends to each other. caring flowers or braiding it into a crown for the two of you in the asgardian gardens, trying to fly across the fields in the mountains, loki grabbing your hand while rolling in the smooth grass –or catching the other in the big hall of the palace, your steps echoing in the silence. best friends, as the two of you said –you chose him always over thor and his friends, squatting down beside him as he studied a snake, just to change into one after.

he never hurt you. not even when he wanted to, when he was annoyed and felt teased because of the guys you used to talk with. when loki transformed into a snake, he sneaked up onto your neck or collarbone, like a shining necklace or chiffon, even giving protection to your incidentally imposed skins in front of the nation of asgard. when you were sad or upset, he changed into another's body to mock them, just to make you smile. hell, he even wanted to transform into you, to make all those guys walk away, or reject them by yourself –but he never wanted bad to you, ever.

after all those years, you were involved into the avengers’ group, fighting on their site, while visiting asgard all the time you can –when he was there, those days were the best days of your life, giving sore and heart-aching memories when you found the throne room or his department empty. you had the power of time, power above controlling it, slow it, fasten it, stop it –just with the snap of your fingers. loki helped you to boss these abilities, and thanks to him, you were now a powerful, strong goddess, who even had the power to dominate above other’s lives and destiny. if he ever got to know about what you were doing now… wherever he was, you prayed so much to him just to see why you were fighting for, how well can you defend the object of your faith. you knew that he would be proud of you, holding your shoulders to look down at you with an adoring smile –he only provoked himself in front of you, to see his kind, worshipful side–, to say something only he knows, and only wants to share with you, and nobody else.

but when thanos came, everything went wrong. too wrong. you didn’t have the chance to find him and thor, even bruce, and you weren't able to go back to asgard, thanks to hela –you just go to wait, until your best friend’s brother doesn't come back to midgard. and what you heard about loki... that broke your heart, too much. the sorrow, the mourning were way too strong in your heart to anything else, he can’t die, you chanted to yourself in your brain endlessly, he didn’t die, he didn’t die, he didn’t die, he didn’t– he was so powerful, he was so malicious, yet funny and caring towards you, hel, he was the god of mischief, he wasn’t even able to end a fight with a beat! but you had to get up for him, to fight for him, to fight for all the things you were desperate to protect, to prove for everybody that he taught you well, he was the only one who trusted you, the only one who believed in you. you can’t let him down, not now. not in the biggest, most painful hour of the necessity.

you went with steve, tony, bruce and scott, back into 2012. it was so galling, so odd without loki –and maybe because you weren't here, you were busy with the protection of vanaheim, but you helped him to escape somehow –you were there to him, for him. but now, seeing the ruined, scrambled city, the destroyed, high towers that were just as high as one of the masts of asgard’s majestic palace, you knew he messed up a little bit. yet, he was born for this, so who’s gonna consume this, if not him? by the lack of time, you got to go with tony, but in another way: overtaking hulk, you got to make sure that nothing goes wrong, you hurried down as fast as you can, noticing from the slight gap of the door the 2012-ish loki and thor. your heart throbbed when you saw him; did you forget how handsome is he? although, his mouth was covered –bringing up the memories when you helped him to get free–, but he was just your same old friend. a sudden idea flew into your mind; should you warn him? should you say to him, that he’s gonna be in danger, and he’s gonna– he’s gonna get your heart broken? your middle finger and thumb unwittingly sneaked beside each other, you wanted to give him advice so badly.

slipping from the door, you thanked yourself because in the next moment, hulk broke the stairway’s entry in half, bringing some attention to himself, and most importantly, tearing the tesseract from tony. what the hel, you thought, immediately moving, hearing the clink of the parting case’s locks –the bright blue light broke the sunlight. following with your eyes, the stone landed slowly, clashing into somebody’s foot –loki’s foot.

you had to think fast, should it be responsible, stopping the time and using it only for your good? you never used it for just for yourself, the cause always held intercourse with something else than only your goals. but… what if this is the last you can see him? does it really earn to just talk to him and– seeing him grabbing the stone, you knew already. yes, it’s worth it. it’s always worth it, even when you think you’re not; how can he not earn that level of the importance? do it, y/n.

snap!

everything went blurry around the two of you –all the staff, all tony and hulk, all the employees, all the sunny hall. silence coated the void, you know you needed to say something, anything before he disappears again.

“loki?”

he stood with his back against you, concentrating on the tesseract, wanting to escape as fast as he can –his shoulders now tensed, thinking someone’s playing a trick on him. then, he turned around, couldn't say a word, just stared at you –how… how can you be here, when you were supposed to be in vanaheim? you hurried there, standing in front of him, slowly taking off the thing that kept his mouth shut. “are you okay, my best friend?” you reassure him that you remember, after all those times, all the decades and centuries, you’re still his best friend –or even more, but it’s not necessary now. he dropped the stone between the two of you, holding your hair and your shoulder as he always used to do.

“y/n, my dearest… what are you doing here?” he asked, and you hated the fact of his tied hands, even if the chain was longer. “are you warning me? you supposed to be… far away, what are you looking for?”

everytime when he’s with you, his walls fall down –no, he lets down his own walls. speaking softer, holding you like a pearl from the deepness of the oceans or the precious stars from the sky. your eyes get irritated by the want to keep up your straight, yet lovely face –he asks so innocently from you, not like his brother, not like his father; loki wants reassurance from you. you can’t resist the giving, don’t you?

“i’m, i’m… here, for– looking out for you. perhaps, or surely now, vanaheim is alright, and–” you babble, hoping that he’s believing in you, even if he knows your obvious lies that slips out from your mouth. “sweetness, why didn’t you tell me? we could travel all around the nine realms, just you and me, like the old friends we used to be.” you swallowing a little bit, his promising eyes are so fallible, so fragile. that’s what you want –being with him ‘till the end of time, end of everything.

“don’t say this. we’re still best friends. friends forever, even if something happens to one of us–” your eyes widen a little bit. you almost told him, hel! loki strokes your hair, his other hand slips from your shoulder to the connecting of your shoulder and neck, maybe closer to your neck; his hands are so big and tender, caring you the best way possible. all. the. time. his brows furrow, still smiling, not like he knows you don’t tell him something, but like he enjoys your presence. holding into his arms slightly, your fingers graze the silky, green matter under his armour.

“you're not the pretty girl i know at all, are you?”

your breath hitches; how can you say all those things that led you to this? your time is not enough, and his question… what? you were whole with him, from toe to top, how can you be the same without him?

“i mean, you’re still pretty, the prettiest girl i ever met, just–”

“i don’t know, loki… i don’t know who i am. it’s just… strange, i don’t know how to explain.” you whisper, smiling sadly, telling him the truth is one of the best feelings in your world.

“then you don’t have to. don’t hurt yourself, sweetness.” he stroked your cheek, trying to help you relax.

“i just… i–” you can’t say that to him. too dangerous, possibly can mess up the whole timeline, and you… you’re not here for him, no matter how much you want; you’re there to save the earth, so many’s life. “please… stay safe, okay? don’t do anything crazy, promise to me, please.” you pleaded, either if you knew that he’s never gonna change. that’s his nature, his design –and that’s why you want him so much. loki smiles worryingly, a little bit somber, but he nods.

“as you want, princess.” and with that, you let one tear slip away, tilting your forehead to his chin, trying to stay the strongest, trying not to escape with him, the need of being in his near, being with him is too big to handle, even for a minute long. maybe you didn’t need to go down to earth, to protect vanaheim, to do everything so far away from him –your heart stinged on the broken promises that lie now just as shattered pieces.

you’re not ready to let go of him. you never gonna be ready enough, and that’s okay.

because you love him, more than everyone, more than anyone anytime, ever in your life.

just stay alive, best friend. stay alive, my love, the only light spot in my haunted, dark hole of life.

thinking about what you should say, so many unspoken words, so much unspoken confessions. so speechless three-word-sentences.

“thank you.”

you don’t wait another second, stepping away from him, losing his heavenly touch, snapping again. everything goes sharp and full of life, one of the guards pushing you out from the way as they hurry to get to tony and hulk; loki picks up the stone again, but before holding it fully, he looks at you. you don’t want to read his eyes, don’t want to explain anything into his stare –does he try to get you to go with him, only with his look? instead of moving towards him, you only nod, gawping a silent “i love you”, hoping he gets it.

and he gets.

because in the next moment –you can’t hear because of the arguing of the men in the back, or just by the reason of the thumping blood in your ears– loki recites it. when he disappears in the haze of the grey and blue shadows, a drear, dry smile hustle onto your face. it’s totally nonsense that you hear it, or not,

either way,

you’re always gonna be his.

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myundeadgayson · 3 years

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DC Street Racing AU — Bart Allen’s Backstory

alright, i know practically nothing about cars. i’ve also never even seen a Fast and the Furious movie, but SOMEONE has gotta fill the void on lack of DC Street Racing AUs, and i’m gonna do it. (if there are some out there though, please let me know! i can barely find ANYTHING, and i’d love to see stuff for this kind of AU!)

so,,, i’m just saying,,, the Teen Titans and Young Justice Crews as Street Racers.

we’ll start off with the characters that sent me into this spiral in the first place: Bart Allen and Wally West.

again, i know practically nothing about this kind of stuff. i know nothing about street racing, or cars, but i’m just saying… i really love imagining Street Racer!Wally being Bart’s inspiration for wanting to race.

even though Iris was never approving of Wally’s racing (she’s supportive, but extremely concerned for his safety), Wally would occasionally bring Bart along to the races that he’d have with friends. sometimes Bart would sneak his way into going without Wally realizing, but either way, Bart would come along.

after years of growing up and watching Wally race, Bart decided he wanted to race too. (note: to save myself a headache since this is No Powers AU and Time Travel doesn’t take place, we’re just gonna pretend that Barry and Iris adopted Bart. i want to say that his parents were close family members of Iris and Wally. perhaps one of the parents was another cousin of theirs, but both Bart’s parents ended up dying in some sort of accident. since then, Bart’s been living with Barry, Iris, and their newly born twins.)

i have so much more to say about this AU, but i want to warn you because this is about to be a VERY long post. however, if you wanna know Bart Allen’s Street Racer AU backstory and more about Wally (and his racing group, The Titans), please read more!

(TW: small car accident — completely non-graphic, no injuries involved, everything is okay, but it does happen) Bart’s been interested in racing for YEARS. ever since he was a kid, he’s always craved to know what it’s like — to feel the wind in your hair, the rush of adrenaline in your veins, the feeling of your heart racing as you watch the speedometer go up and up and up. the exhilaration filling your lungs as some part of you realizes “this is dangerous”.

he wants those feelings. he wants that experience that makes Wally’s eyes light up like there’s pure lightening rushing through his veins.

he wants to go Fast.

when Bart was thirteen, Wally let him sit in the driver’s seat for the first time.

Wally didn’t let him drive it, of course. Bart wasn’t tall enough yet to reach the petals even if he wanted to, but he was excited nonetheless. Wally had laughed at him as he grinned, asking how to work everything.

the car wasn’t on — Wally wasn’t dumb enough to give him even the slightest chance of trying to start it. it was a good choice. Bart would be a liar to say that he wouldn’t have instantly tried to drive it. instead, Wally let Bart mess with the gears and pretend he was in a race of his own. he’d adjust the mirror to try to see himself. he was too short to fully be seen in it, but if he sat up tall enough he could see his eyes.

years later, Bart would do the same. he’d look into his reflection and see his eyes, sparkling with that same determination that he had all those years ago.

Wally had explained everything to him. Bart started off by eagerly pointing at things (like the gear, the numbers, and all the weird symbols he could see) and ask questions, and Wally would answer every one. Wally explained other things too, like what made Wally’s special car better for racing than some random car. Bart hung on every word, trying his best to imagine all the pieces, even if he didn’t know what some were at all. he tried to commemorate every bit of information to memory bc maybe one day, he could make himself a cool car too.

the first time Bart actually drove a car was a disaster.

he was barely fourteen. it was hardly even a few months after Wally had verbally explained to him how to work a car.

no one expected him to put that knowledge to use so quickly.

somehow he got ahold of Iris’ keys. he would never explain how he got him (they were RIGHT THERE on the counter. how was he supposed to say no when they made it so easy?), but somehow it happened.

his joyride didn’t last long enough. for a short moment though, he was beyond excited to be beyond the wheel. after lots of adjusting the seat and awkwardly shuffling to sit as close to the wheel as possible to be able to see over the hood, Bart started to drive.

he managed to get down the street. he was a little slow at first. the car wobbled in an unsteady line as it trudged down the road at barely 10mph. Bart’s eyes flickered constantly between the road and the mirror, his small hands gripping the wheel like a lifeline.

the anxiousness he felt subsided as he reached the end of the neighborhood. there was no sign of Iris in sight, and he managed to drive just fine. stunned laughter bubbled from his lips as his eyes flickered back down to the road ahead— he was doing it! he was really doing it! he was driving!

with a newfound confidence urging him on, he turned onto a connected street to keep going. he started pressing on the gas pedal more, trying to gain some speed. the car started going from a slow crawl to a decently safe speed. Bart started pressing down on it harder and harder, going faster and faster. he remembered laughing in delight. the windows were cracked halfway, allowing the air to rush in. it tousled his hair, and for a moment he felt like he was flying.

until he wasn’t.

he hadn’t really considered the thought of other cars. he hadn’t considered a lot of things actually, such as the fact it was the middle of the day and people would be driving.

he didn’t crash into anyone, but it was a close call. when he started getting closer to the main road and noticed the cars zooming across, he panicked.

he hit the brakes. he did what Wally said. he didn’t slam them, but he was still going too fast. the cars were getting closer! Bart pressed his foot door harder and finally, stomped on the brakes altogether.

he yanked the wheel away from the road, shutting his eyes tight.

the wheels spun. he went off the road into the grass, tire skidding rough tracks across the grass and dirt. he didn’t hit a car, but he did hit the stop sign at the end of the street.

it was a miracle he didn’t get hurt, or worse. he ended up a bit banged up hitting the wheel and the seatbelt yanking too tight, but he was overall fine. unfortunately, Iris definitely wasn’t happy.

Bart didn’t drive for a long while after that.

occasionally, Wally would still take him on drives though.

some of Bart’s best memories are riding in the passenger seat late at night. along barren backroads and empty highways, Wally would race through the streets. with the windows rolled down, the two of them would laugh, voices carried through the wind that whipped their hair like reckless flames.

under the passing lights, Bart would grin wide and holler his excitement into the night sky without a care in the world.

the world would need to try pretty hard to catch them.

Bart would also get to attend a few of Wally’s races. it isn’t as often as he used to with Iris and Barry watching him more closely, but he still got to go some times.

he’d only really watch Wally race against friends.

they called themselves the Titans. Wally said the name wasn’t planned, it just happened to stick. Bart assumed it was more because as time went on, they really did become like the titans to beat if you wanted to prove yourself as a racer.

it was who made up the team that once surprised him.

Dick Grayson, Wally’s best friend of many years and infamous son of Gotham’s Bruce Wayne, was the unofficial leader of the group. The Dick Grayson, with his car as dark as the night. the darkness of the car was only disrupted by a few brilliant blue decals. the most memorable one was always the striking blue silhouette of a bird on the hood. (“Nightwing,” Dick affectionately called the car.)

Koriand’r, an incredibly kind woman with hair that was almost more fiery than Bart’s own. her car was a vibrant purple with flames racing along the sides as if it’d caught fire. (“they call me Starfire”, she told him once when caught him fawning over the car, awed as ever. “i like to imagine that if i drive just fast enough, i can see flames.”)

Victor Stone, who indulged all his questions and answered every single one with the same enthusiasm. he’d lost an arm to an accident, but replaced it with an amazing cybernetic one. his designed his own car to have similar robotic style. incredibly futuristic and constantly updated with the best parts he could find. (“someone called me Cyborg,” Victor told him once while working on the car. he let Bart sit in the garage with him, occasionally offering whatever help he could. “i think it was an insult at first, but the name sort of stuck, kind of like with the Titans. so i made it my own.”)

and at last, Garfield Logan, the youngest of the group. with his dark green hair and toothy smile, Garfield was always quick to make him feel welcome and make him laugh with an endless amount of dumb jokes. his charisma and bright personality showed in his car. like his hair, it was a deep green. when he turned it on, the underneath glowed a neon green. black pawprints walked along the sides towards the end of the car. (“they’re actually tiger pawprints,” Gar corrected him once, looking excited as ever to explain. “there’s a few other animals too. i wanted it to look like the animals were really here, or like maybe i’m the animal? i dunno. i told everyone to call me Beast Boy, so i guess this would be my beast.”) they had another friend, Raven, that never raced with them. dressed in black with dark hair that he swore shone purple in certain lights, Raven was much more quiet and reserved than the rest of the group. Bart enjoyed her rare company, despite it being more of a companionable silence. he’d take it none the less. sometimes if Bart was able to hang out with Wally and the group outside of racing nights, he’d occasionally he’d bring along homework, a book, or a comic to read if Wally was meant to be busy at some point. he’d end up hanging out in one of their apartments while they were busy, and sometimes Raven would be there. they’d quietly read in each other’s company, never having to say a word. he’d asked Wally once why she didn’t race too. Wally had only laughed. (”we’re lucky that she doesn’t,” Wally told him, “if Raven raced, we’d all be doomed, trust me. you should never underestimate her.” Bart figured that meant that Raven was an undeniable part of the group too. he hoped he’d see her race one day.)

all of them were amazing, but Bart was a little stunned by each of them had their own unique style. they all had their own story and reason for being inspired to race. the one thing they all shared though was that same spark in their eyes Wally had.

needless to say, Bart would try to spend as much time with them as possible to try and learn from them.

his dream was to race, but his other dream was now to become just like them. he wanted to be a Titan.

he was too young at that time, but he would aim to prove that he could be good enough to join them one day. he would be a Titan.

or at least, he’d be close enough to being a Titan, he’d decide upon meeting a few other faces around his age, but that’s a story for another day. ...and that’s all we have for now, folks!

if you’re wondering why i chose only those Teen Titans, i didn’t want to make the group too big. i originally considered the OG Young Justice group, but found that i really wanted to save Superboy (Conner Kent, my beloved) to be apart of Bart’s friend group later. (not to mention, i REALLY wanted to talk about Street Racer! Kori existing in this AU. Beast Boy’s another favorite that i just HAD to include, thus we have the animated Teen Titans team, just with Wally and Dick having the same kind of friendship as kids like in YJ.)

let me know if you want any more from his idea! i’d love to know what you guys think of all this so far. if you ever want me to talk about anyone in particular, please feel free to ask! i’d totally be up to come up with more ideas! i’d also love to know if anyone has any thoughts about other characters might be like from this AU!

i really just came up with all this on the fly, but i’m honestly becoming attached to this AU already, so i’d be more than excited to talk more about it!

thanks for reading!!

#dc comics #dc street racing au #bart allen #wally west #dc impulse #kid flash #teen titans #i don't really know what all to tag this...#starfire #nightwing #beast boy #dc raven #dc cyborg #i guess??? they're mentioned #but also hella important to Bart's growth in this AU #i love them so much #they're all best friends your honor #jake's rambles

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whereflowersbloom · 3 years

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Sealed Fate

The Western horizon was on fire: hot pink turned into mauve, wild orange into gold, the bright colours fading into paleness, then darkness. It was the day they whisper their vows before the gods, both Raven and Damian believed that love was not what stood at the foundation of their pledge, at least not the kind that fate had in store for them. No, that’s what they want to believe, what truly mattered most at this point was peace, peace through political marriage rather than an overwhelming affection. Peace. Damian, the youngest son of King Bruce and the noblest of all of Gotham’s princes, living or dead. As King Bruce was only left with Damian and Richard. Raven, a demigod, sired by Trigon the Terrible and mortal Arella.

The fragile truce between Gotham and Azarath balanced on the tip of a blade, depending on this union of convenience. Kon-El was wearing a scowl that would freeze unquenchable fire from the House of Hades. She could feel Trigon’s dark eyes burning into her face, the harsh, singeing heat of a desert behind it. She wanted to run, but she was also afraid of him giving chase. What was the point anyway. Before coming to Gotham, she knew how to fly, wings spread wide, flying away, her shoulders have borne heavy burdens, heavy burdens of solid stone. Oh she prayed to fly away from them, and roam the freedom of the sky, but her father had cut off both her wings and left her rooted to the ground. There would no longe mountain's peaks with the promise of wondrous views to keep. It all came to an end the day her father told she had been promised to Damian: Prince of Gotham, the great. Gotham the glorious. Gotham the magnificent. She should be honored, but her thoughts and feelings on the matter were inconsequential as the advice of a woman in wartime.

A week later she found herself at her wedding feast. Wearing a silver attire, a veil, a lilies and myrtle garland, and a golden headband. The Brothers and sisters her husband had in plenty, raised to be warriors they fought during war to lose their short lives. Helena and Timotheos had fallen. No body of Jason had been found after the last battle with Crete. She only met her husband her wedding day. He was reserved but polite and not overly perfumed, and when her eyes fell on him she thought of Narcissus. Narcissus, who had been unable to pull away from his own reflection in the pond, enchanted by his own beauty until death claimed him. Although the way her tutor had prattled on and on about Damian’s innumerable virtues, Raven had not expected him to be as radiant as a god. The sun-kissed skin stretched to wrap around muscles built from years of practicing complex military skills, broad shoulders and powerful arms, displaying strength and virility akin to a noble lion, movements of disconcerting grace for one so large. His facial features had a frank and honest quality to them, bright and deep-set eyes, as green as spring leaves with the touch of Persephone, a Greek nose, full lips. He was a God in beauty and stature. Reluctantly, tore her gaze from his beautiful face and focused on her new family. They have been so impeccably polite, specially Richard. ‘Welcome my good sister. We are all so blessed to have you.’ Blessed. Blessed child she had been called once long ago.

Do you feel blessed, my dear sister?” Richard asked, passing a golden wine cup into her hand. His wide smile meant no harm nor his words. As she grew up Raven was left to learn how to smile and laugh prettily at compliments that made her skin crawl, feign the innocence of any maiden her age.

Blinking several times, she looked back at him and smiled weakly. “Of course, brother.”

Richard was all dancing, light and lean seduction, dark myrrh hair and flushed red lips, rosy cheeks and aristocratic arched eyebrows, adorning himself in a blue and gold tunic. Her new brother appeared to be content to sit in the shadow of his younger brother and watch him gleam in all his glory. Cassandra did not speak with her, she was the only calm in the midst of a storm of abrupt adjustment. She tried to pay no heed to the murmurs of gossiping women at the feast, eyes green with envy as she had married the godlike prince. Foreign seductress. Demon spawn.

Bruce and Olivier discussed vehemently about warfare and politics with Kal-El and Kon-El. Diana and Artemis were carrying an excited conversation about traveling and Shiera’s recent journey in Egypt. She caught no sight of Trigon to her relief.

Trigon. Other gods might have roared their pleasure at the skills and intelligence of their offspring, praised their achievements for all to hear whilst filling themselves to the brim with nectar. Not Trigon, who wanted to sire no child but found himself infatuated with Arella, bedding her out of enjoyment.

If she were godly, truly a deity, in all of its ways with fantastical unlimited power, then one could not help but ask: Would Trigon praise her then? Did he not want her because she bled red as earthlings. As I’d guessing what she was thinking her husband finally spoke.

“For a deity to come down on solid ground isn’t seen many times. For her to wed a mortal willingly is even more ambiguous.” Damian exhaled softly, standing right next to her. His voice was so deep, so soothing and alluring as she had imagined.

“I am no deity. I am the undesired offspring of the god of death.” She said in a choked voice. Not sure if he was mocking the nature of her position. Green eyes alight with amusement.

“You are anything but undesired, wife.” Damian responded, voice low in his throat, and private; a voice she knew in her bones he meant only for her. His face reflected an earnest expression filled with so much pure-hearted sincerity that it stole Raven’s breath away

No man had ever spoken of passion or desire to Raven, and all that she knew of such words she had overheard her tutors speak, or learned from old songs; the glory of being called beautiful in tones, not of cool reason but burning emotion flooded her entirely. She was desired. Biting her lip, her face flushed, and shining starlight hair drooping over her face as if that would somehow hide how obviously close to tears she was.

Damian smiled serenely and Raven felt like he’d seen the sun. Resembling the sun and light, Apollo.

He had a gentleness to him that is completely foreign to her experience, not seen at first sight, discerning the heavy emotions in his eyes. Raven did not know before that it was possible for men to be gentle. One glance and she thought of him kissing her mouth, just as he thought of tasting her skin. Uncertainty lies in her desire for the reciprocal dedication to infallible ardour.

Air. Her lungs were in need of air.

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She went to the garden of Thetis, to sit among the flowers and watch the moon-washed stars. The goddess of flowers must have visited bringing brightness and beauty wherever she stepped, as she appreciated a patch of narcissus, foxgloves, hyacinth, and delphinium displaying tightly clustered flowers upon tall stalks in varied blues and purples, in full bloom, surrounded by the thick chorus of crickets chirping all around. With all thoughts of threats and protecting her homeland, Raven found herself strangely empty. It wasn’t hollowness: it was the emptiness of shock, of disbelief and misunderstandings when everything you’d imagined was pulled out from underneath you and she was suddenly living in a reality where someone admired her? Yearn for her touch rather than fear her.

“Raven.” Kon-El sighed her name as he walked closer to her, fabric softly trailing on the grass and it made Raven tremble. His ocean eyes saddened, darkened, burning through her and reducing anything to ash, to nothingness. There were things that must be said but she couldn’t bring herself to apologize.

“When Morpheus came to me in my dreams. I did not dare look upon his godly figure. But I heard his voice like a thunder from grand Zeus. He promised your hand would be mine to hold.” The words had come bitter and aching with such profound loss that it made her throat tighten with his emotion.

“I have a husband now, Kon.” She mumbled quietly, using his infancy name, casting her gaze downwards. “They were nothing but hollow words, grains of sand carried upon the wind of Aeolus.” His disapproval at the mention of the word husband was obvious.

Attempting to reason with him to not make a claim of a right that was no longer his. She could sense his anger, regret, sorrow. Envy . Why do you look at me in such way? Why do you look at me as if you pity me? Why do you look at me with eyes filled with sorrow and hatred, all at once? Where did her sweet and naughty Kon go? She wished to voice those questions.

With clenched fists, he nodded. “It’s for the gods to decide as our fate lies in their hands.” Kon-El spoke solemnly with unshakable conviction. “You have a husband tonight, but take heed as The Fates could cut his thread of life coming morrow.” He bowed down and left without saying no more.

No. No. He would not dare. Notion spit forth from such a place of hate, fear and confusion like its like a venom small at first or great yet if allowed it to take over fully.

The night was calm, witness of the conversation between two old friends, the stifling hot of the day finally giving way to a coolness which smelled like an approaching storm. Yes, she could feel it, there was a storming coming with the unforgiving and celestial ire of Zeus.

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The feast passed quickly, with laughter and high spirits carrying it along. However, Raven could never quite relax after hearing Kon-El’s threatening words. And there was the bedding ceremony to proceed, not in public. Thank to Merciful Elea.

Torchlight played on Raven’s face as she motioned with her hands like a sorceress, then the royal peplos she wore dropped off her like the skin off a snake and she emerged. Goddess Nyx in human form, her breasts round and ripe and firm, her belly flat and sculpted thighs, the tangle of dark hair between her legs an invitation and a challenge. She was bare before him. So very delicate, so vulnerable, so unlike anything he’d ever laid eyes upon. It intrigued him, that vulnerability, laid bare for him to see under the soft glow of the torches. The daughter of the God of death.

What a curious creature she was. Gifted with the beauty of Aphrodite, the mysterious eyes of Nyx, holding the stars of Orion in them. They had been in his mind on and off at the feast, wrapped up in the hazy, sweetly intoxicating lull of inebriation.

As he looked down then back up her body, to her timid eyes, no challenge in them, though her lips still twisted in a semblance of indecision. Doubt. It was obvious that while she was not truly frightened of him, nonetheless the shadow of doubt and tension was present. Damian swallowed hard. He had avoided looking at her more than necessary during the ceremony but he gave into temptation as Aphrodite whispered in his ear all the ways he could have her. He did not like Gods nor their offspring. The Gods enjoyed tricking mortals for their own merriment. But, she was his wife and there was no escaping now. He cursed quietly for his mortality.

Raven dug her pearly teeth into the fleshy hills of her bottom lip, reminding herself to stay in control, taking a deep breath, fists clenched at her side as she took a brave step forward. “My prince.”

“Damian.” He corrected immediately as he straightened up for a fraction of a second before he bent his head and allowed his lips to graze Raven’s ear. “My name is Damian.”

With uncommon courage, she reached for the clasp holding his jade tunic under his chin. The heavy cloth sighed down around their feet. With a delicate feather-like touch, Raven traced the longest scar on his bronze body that went from Damian’s left shoulder down to his right hip. His breath hitched at the sudden invasion, but relaxed into her touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment. No one had ever dare touch him intimately without his permission.

She could see hidden amongst the bright hues an emerald green clouding over with Damian’s lust. Their lips melded together as if they were made for each other and moved in sync as Damian threaded her fingers into Damian’s thick raven locks. Damian gently nipped her lower lip, and when she gasped heavily against his, he slid his tongue inside the warm cavern of her mouth to meet hers.

Her mind temporarily muddled with an electrical charge coursing through her veins making it hard for her to focus on any one part of her anatomy than her mouth against his. Everything tingles, starting at the back of her neck and rushing down, an uncomfortable yet exhilarating heat razing through her nerves only to whirlpool in her lower belly, churning, before continuing down all the way to her toes. He tasted like pure ambrosia.

As they continued kissing, his lips become eager, desperate, feverish. She’s never been kissed like this before. Kon-El had kissed her cheeks out of mischief a few times when they were children. Innocent love. Never with parted lips and tongue, with a hunger that would scare her had the same kind of hunger not driven her own greedy mouth to kiss and suck and nip. And yet she knew with the wisdom of Athena, that even if she’d kissed a hundred men a thousand times, nothing would ever compare to this.

Peppering her neck with kisses and listening to her gasp his name, he carried her slowly to the crimson bed where he laid her down. Dragging his teeth gently downwards, along the expanse of her sweet, alabaster skin. There all shyness was replaced with audacity and devotion. Not being able to resist the urge, he bit into her neck, at her pulse point where he could feel her unsteady heartbeat against his tongue as he laved at it.

Hands that were calloused and large and warm and so very gentle for a warrior, as they find their way roaming her natural curves. They skimmed over her thigh and hip, caress the soft skin of her waist, ghost over the swell of her breasts. His mouth, hot and wet, closed around her breast and sucks lightly, thus making her suck in a sharp breath. Expert tongue swelling around her pink nipple. What in the name of Hera he was doing to her? She wanted more. More. More.

Raven cannot utter a single word. Her mouth too dry, her mind too drunk on arousal, to form any coherent phrase. Calling his name between small whimpers showing her heightened ecstacy. This must be Elysium in all its glory. It was such a sweet torture.

Damian thought to himself she tasted like earth, starlight, like flowers blooming in the night. What was he thinking? She was his wife, no more. Daughter of his nemesis. His young heart hammering inside of his chest, the memory of his mother’s voice haunting him as she vanished with the wind.

Something flared in Damian then, flared up in his chest and his belly like a flaming arrow shot high to signal the start of a nighttime raid, and he seized her hips and pushed up inside her. Raven groaned softly in pain. Fear sent her stomach and chest quaking, her breaths coming short and fast, mind flooded with words of maidens about the pain of maidenhead being taken. At first, his strokes were slow, but his eyes do not look upon her face. The flower garland tumbled off her head and was crushed under their grappling bodies, the scent of a summer noon briefly filling the night.

She opened her legs wider and wrapped them around Damian following her instincts. Her velvet heat encased him, and he had to restrain himself from descending into madness at the pleasure. He felt like he was drowning in the Aliakmonas, the river swollen with melted snow. Raven’s round breasts goaded him, her hands caressed him tenderly, her ripeness clenched around him. As he started thrusting faster, harder, pumping in and out of her at an erratic pace. Damian drops his forehead to her shoulder, an animal like grunt in her ear, and she heard herself moan along with him. She even shifted her hips so that he hits her just right, his pubic bone rubbing against a sensitive spot his hand had touched.

He could tell she was close by the way her walls were fluttering around him, and he brought one of his hands down between them to rub circles onto her bundle of nerves. Damian also angled his hips enough to reach for the deep spot in the center of women that made them cry with satisfaction with each push.

Something inside her tightens, inside her belly where a babe will grow with the blessings of the gods, and then another wave of pleasure washed over her, pulling such a loud moan from her it should leave her ashamed, but she doesn’t care. Sweat beds clouding her vision, and the ragged breath of her husband hot against her moonlight skin, salty with sweat.

He reached climax and came harder than he had ever. His thrusts slowed, hips stilling as he emptied himself, thick, hot, white ropes of his seed filling her up to the hilt. Letting out a weary sigh he removed his body atop hers, carefully. It was done. Fulfilled his duty he told himself. A clear lie. Damian considered cupping her cheek and kissing her temple but he couldn’t do it. No. His features hardened as he turned away from her.

“I will show you respect as my wife. I will please you in all the ways a husband and lover can. But do not ask me to love you, for that is not an oath I can honor.” His voice came out hoarser and raspier than ever in the darkness, before rolling to the other of the bed preparing to fall in the arms of Morpheus.

There was an emptiness inside of her soul, her center she couldn’t describe. Waiting to be full again. Aching. Pulsing. Whirling.

“But I thought…” Raven began, a lump forming in her throat, not wanting to admit that she had hoped he could ever find love with her. Perhaps fondness. What about the gentleness he had shown her? The words died with the quietude of the royal chamber as if Harpocrates had made himself present.

Perhaps coming morrow with the grace of Apollo, he would bring Damian’s gentleness back to her. All she can do is hope and pray tonight. A lone tear slipped down her face as she closed her eyes.

Notes: Hello it’s me again with a new AU. Sorry not sorry. Had to get it out of my system 😂😂😂😂🙈🙈🙈🙈

Do not panic please. This is the first chapter and there will be Damirae fluff I promise. Happy Damirae moments and probably more smut than in other stories 👀👀

Hope you all enjoy. @ravenfan1242 @tweepunkgrl @chromium7sky @deepbreadlover @timid-soot-sprite @kallura-juniblade @shewhowillnotbenamed1 @andthendk @alerialblu

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nxrthmizu · 4 years

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-Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir- Chapter Eleven: In Which Bruce Tries To Meet His Daughter-In-Law (But Fails)

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/Part One//Part Ten/

Description: In which the fashion show finally takes place :D

Warnings: None

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And I’m back with an update! :D Currently I’m in a small town in the middle of a mountains… Basically, the middle of nowhere in which you need to drive through three (If there isn’t traffic) hours of mountains to get to. But! I have Wi-Fi, so here I am, typing an update for you from the middle of nowhere :D

As always, this wasn’t proof-read, I didn’t have enough time, sorry :( so please contact me if any mistakes were found! :D Enjoy

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Kitty dropped into her balcony seconds before her transformation dropped. She leaped off her bunk-bed-thingy into the middle of her bedroom, where the unfinished dress stood calmly.

“Help yourself to the macarons.” Marinette told Plagg distractedly. “I need to finish the dress.”

“Hey.”

Marinette hummed, looking up to see Robin casually leaning against one of the pillars. She screeched, backtracking in surprise until her brain fully registered who it was. “Um, hey?”

Robin blushed. “I know I shouldn’t be in your room unannounced but… I saw that you needed help.” He gestured to her dress. “And I thought if you needed a pair of extra hands, I could…?”

Marinette bit her lip. “I suppose.” She smiled. “Alright, come here and I’ll run you through quickly.” She glanced at the clock, and quickly checked to make sure that Plagg was safely hidden in a little crevasse behind numerous fabrics and organisation shelves on her desk. “We have… Ten minutes until my friends get here. I need to have my dress done by then.”

She quickly ran him through the process of sewing each pearl, and to no surprise, Robin was an attentive learner and was basically, the definition of delicate. His first pearl had been a little shaky, but the one after his first was near- If not- Perfect. He had even distributed the sparkles around the pearls proportionally- And that was something that took loads of practice. It had taken her weeks to perfect that skill, and he got the whole thing perfect after watching her just once.

“There we go.” Marinette smiled, snapping off the thread as the last pearl went in securely. With the two of them working, fuelled by fiery determination- They’d finished the dress in no time.

“I’ll be there.” He said, breaking the satisfying silence between the two of them. She looked up in surprise, the sheer happiness in her bluebell eyes making him blush excessively. “I’ll go there in my civilian identity, so you won’t see me- But I’ll be there.” He told her, smiling shyly. “Good luck.”

Marinette coughed, her cheeks blossoming in scarlet, secretly really pleased that he had bothered to find out and to tell her. “Could I.. Get a good luck kiss?”

He pulled her close, dipping her by the waist as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, the little squeal escaping her throat almost making him growl possessively.

“Good luck, angel.” Robin whispered, shooting his grappling hook out before leaping from the balcony.

Marinette watched, dazed as he left, her fingers rising to touch where he’d kissed her.

“Marinette! I’m ready to rock that runway!” Chloe announced her arrival, slipping out of the trapdoor, snapping Marinette out of her daze.

“R-Right.” The bluenette stuttered. “Right. The runway.”

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That was by far, Damian’s second kiss, and he couldn’t have been anymore flustered. It did bother him- He wanted her to love his civilian identity, too, so maybe one day he’d tell her- But as of then… He touched his lips, still slightly tainted with Marinette’s chapstick, and blushed.

“Alright.” He dropped into a back alley, where he had stashed his extra clothes- He had, actually, stashed a lot of of his clothes everywhere in case he ever needed a quick change from being Robin. “I have a fashion show to attend.”

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“Perfect.” Marinette breathed as Chloe twirled once with her white-blue-and-yellow dress. The upper half of the dress was tailored to be skin-tight for Chloe while the lower half opened in a upside down tulip-shaped gown. White lined each fold of the gown, followed by a blue backdrop. The cute, rounded collar of the dress shone a pastel yellow, with the ends of the dress lined in yellow as well.

“Now put this on.” Marinette ushered, handing Chloe another hanger, but this one had a white blazer on it. Yellow and black stripes alike to a bumblebee’s twirled along the white of the blazer, giving the whole piece a very striking feel.

“Utterly gorgeous.” Chloe breathed, twirling around before flipping her hair. “Aren’t I gorgeous?”

Marinette giggled. “Yes, yes you are.” The bluenette’s eyes twinkled. “Do you know what you’re missing?”

The bluenette reached into Chloe’s purse, where Pollen was resting quietly. The bee brooch shone in the evening sun, and Marinette slipped in properly over Chloe’s silvery, blonde hair. “There.” She smiled. “You deserve it, Chloe.”

The blonde’s lip trembled. She turned away, embarrassed. “I-I’m not crying, Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette pulled the blonde in for a hug, her arms looping around the dress to squeeze Chloe in for a hug that conveyed a thousand messages.

Thank you.

“Um… Hey.” Damian cleared his throat, an amused smile on his lips as the two girls turned to glare at him in unison.

“We were having a moment!” Chloe snapped. “Be quiet. Get out!”

Marinette sighed, letting go of Chloe. “Well, Damian, let’s get you changed, too.” She retrieved two articles of clothing from off the hanger, handing him a black button-up shirt, a pair of dark green jeans, and finally, a black-green vest to go on top of all of it.

Damian took the hangers from Marinette, turning to go change. The bluenette stared as he left, the small pinch of green sparkles between his fingertips only adding more to her growing suspicion.

—

“It’s the right size?” Marinette asked as she told Damian to move around and check if the blazer was just right for him.

“Yes.” He nodded, a little worried. When he took to hanger from her, he’d used the hand with the sparkles on them- He didn’t have time to wash them off, and he only noticed when he went to change in the toilet.

Shuffling over to her table, Marinette came back with a brush and and a bottle of hair spray. “Don’t move.” She instructed as she stood on her tip-toes, reaching up to tame his messy black bangs.

Damian chuckled, kneeling down so she didn’t have to strain herself to reach up. The bluenette huffed, brushing his hair with more strength, making him wince in the process.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Damian scowled. “Easy, an- Marinette.” He corrected.

Chloe rolled her eyes at the two. “Hurry up! The show must go on, and it can’t go on without the main characters, okay?”

—

Bruce sat in the front row of the fashion show, his finger lingering over Damian’s number. Before he could decide on whether to call is son, however, the lights flicked on.

Meanwhile, in the backstage, the designer was pepping up her models as she handed the both of them black masks that would help conceal their identities (Paris is blind, just a mask will make you unrecognisable). “You’ve got this!” Marinette grinned. “Fighting!”

Chloe nodded confidently, tying the mask around her head, avoiding her hair, while Damian only smiled warmly to reassure the bluenette. “We’ll be fine.” He told her, putting on his own mask, knowing she was only trying to calm her own nerves. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her palm.

Marinette made a purring noise in her throat softly before she caught herself. She cleared her throat, her own mask in hand. “Um, good luck?”

“Let’s give it up for the MDC line!” The MC announced, and the two took that as their cue.

“Presenting to you- Bumblebee in the Sky.”

Chloe stepped out first, the white, blue and yellow dress catching the eyes of many in the crowd due to it’s striking palette. The white blazer flapped fiercely in the wind that was supplied by the large fans towards the side, and the blonde strutted on the walkway, flipping her hair, striking a pose on the end of the walkway. Cameras flashed at the unique design of the bumblebee stripes on the white blazer, and the audience clapped. Chloe turned back towards the entrance, and Damian was ushered out.

“Nightingales in the Dark.”

He was a little uncomfortable with the lights and cameras- But he was a Wayne. He was used to it.

The audience murmured about the unique, shiny fabric that was the dark green base for the suit. The black button shirt, under the sight of the spotlights, revealed spiralling, silver designs that detailed of nightingales and ivies. It was only when the light shone down on it, it would reflect and glow against the dark fabric.

Damian glowered fiercely at the cameras as he stood on the end of the walkway, catching sight of Marinette stuffing Chloe into the next design out of the corner of his eye. He had to take his time- So that Chloe had enough time to change. Changing his pose, Damian saw an ‘ok’ sign from Marinette, and headed back inside as Chloe emerged with her next ensemble.

“May I present to you- Majesty.”

The next dress was the pastel yellow masterpiece that was clearly inspired by Queen Bee. Chloe’s blonde hair danced in the wind gracefully, the brooch on her hair sparkling bright and golden.

The crowd awed at the pastel dress- Golden detailing lined the dress the same way they lined Damian’s shirt- They would only show under the light. Golden threads told of numerous, graceful bees that were waltzing in the wind, and colourful threads painted flowers and grasses along the edge of the dress, bringing out colours of red, dark blue, emerald and ivory white.

Chloe posed more than multiple times for the camera, each camera fighting for cover-page photos of the gorgeous dress.

Meanwhile, Damian was busy putting on his next set- The grey t-shirt with his Robin jacket. When he emerged from the changing room, Marinette had a knowing smile on her lips.

“Ready?” She asked softly. He nodded, smiling in reply.

“Ready.”

—

When Bruce first saw Damian onstage, it was definitely not what he had been expecting. He had never thought Damian would be modelling- That said quite a lot about the girl, if she was able to convince Damian to model.

He had taken more than one photo and maybe shed more than one (1) tear.

After the spectacular piece that was Majesty, Bruce had been throughly awed by the aspiring designer.

“Now, let’s give a round of applause for a piece that was inspired by one of Gotham’s superheroes- Robin!”

Damian stepped into the light, feeling more than comfortable in the jacket that was made for him.

The jacket gleamed in Robin’s primary colors- Black, red, green and yellow. The R logo sat above his heart, the silver zip gleaming under the brightness of the spotlights. The hoodie had been pulled up, revealing white fur sewed into the lining of the hoodie, similar to how the actual Robin’s uniform was like. The grey t-shirt he wore under the jacket was fluid and soft, the black jeans perfect for active movement.

The click of cameras went of in what seemed like the distance as Damian sensed Marinette’s eyes on him, seemingly full of pride.

He wondered if she was thinking about what Robin would think if he were in the crowd?

—

“That was a success!” Marinette beamed. “Even though there were only four ensembles, it was really good!”

Chloe and Damian felt their hearts warm at the sight of the bluenette jumping around in excitement.

“Now, all that’s left is the closing act.” Marinette smiled. “I prepared two more ensembles for you two, we’re probably going to need to go out and take more pictures.” She shrugged.

Chloe groaned. “More?”

A giggle escaped the bluenette’s lips. “Once we’re done, I’ll treat you both to coffee and some cake, okay?”

—

The cameras went wild as the two models finally walked out in the last piece they had to present.

Damian wore a Lordbug-inspired piece. A white button-up shirt peaked out from below his black and red sweater, paired with a pair of black-and-white checkerboard loose slacks. A grey jacket was tied around his waist, and to top it off, a black cap with ‘Lordbug’ embroided on the front sat on his dark bangs.

Chloe wore a Kitty-inspired outfit. A large, black sweater with the words ‘Meow’ stitched in bold white in the middle caught the hearts of many. Chloe had pulled up the hoodie of the sweater, revealing cat ears sewn on the hoodie itself. A dark blue, plaited skirt revealed a pair of long socks with the pattern of cat’s whiskers on Chloe’s legs, finished by a pair of green-black boots.

The crowd lost it. The headlines the next day would read ‘Paris’s Superheroes Inspired MDC’s First Line’.

“Now, let’s introduce MDC herself- Wearing her own original!” The audience sat on the edge of their seats, anticipating the great designer who had created all of the wonderful masterpieces that they just saw.

The two models stood on both sides of the walkway, matching, proud smiles on their faces as the shy bluenette pushed past the curtain that blocked the view of the backstage.

She was truly, the star of the show- Literally.

Black netting- Tinged with silver threads- Formed the collar, dipping into a dark, velvety, black fabric. A heart neckline, perfectly shaped, showed just enough of Marinette’s collarbone. The top half of the dress hugged Marinette’s usually concealed curves while the bottom half blossomed into a floor-length ballgown. The folds in the ballgown were evenly distributed, the pearls among the fabric like shining stars in the sky. The sprinkled, emerald sparkles only emphasised on the concept of making the pearls alike to stars.

Marinette blushed, brushing a strand of her dark blue hair behind her ear.

“Let’s give a round of applause for MDC!”

The hall exploded into thunderous applause, marvelling at the young designer standing on the stage. “Tell me, how do you feel?”

Marinette cleared her throat, her black mask only framing her bluebell eyes flawlessly. “Well, actually, I’m a little overwhelmed.” She laughed, immediately capturing the hearts of the Parisians on sight. Bruce’s heart warmed, like I’m going to adopt that kid.

“It’s my first time publicly letting my works go out, so I was quite nervous.” MDC admitted. “But I’m really, really happy with how it turned out, and I have to thank my wonderful models for that.”

The MC nodded approvingly. “Well, MDC, do you plan to start your own brand, seeing as how popular it’s going to be?”

MDC nodded. “I’ve always wanted to start my own brand. Starting tomorrow, the MDC website will be open for commissions.” She smiled.

The crowd chattered excitedly at the announcement, and Bruce nodded approvingly. The girl was confident, independent, and polite. Truly, this girl that Damian had found one-of-a-kind.

“Will you be planning on revealing your identity one day?” The MC asked, holding the mic to Marinette’s lips.

MDC hummed, contemplating on her answer. “Perhaps one day I will,” She said truthfully. “But as of currently, I’d rather keep it under wraps until I’m old enough to reveal it.”

The crowd gasped in surprise.

“Yes, I’m underage.” MDC revealed, “I’m still in school, and I’m still studying. Maybe after I graduate, I’ll announce my identity.” She bowed. “Thank you for coming to my fashion show today, everyone.” She smiled softly. “It makes me really happy. Thank you once again.”

Cameras scrambled for pictures.

“MDC, can we get a picture of you and your models, please?” They implored.

Alya scrambled against the flow of the adults, jumping up and down excitedly. “MDC, can I get a picture with you, please?” She grinned. “I’m the Kittyblogger!”

If it was six months ago, Marinette would’ve gladly gave Alya a photo, but now was different.

“I’ve brought my own camera person.” She told the crowd politely.

Aurore pushed her way through the crowd, an honoured smile on her lips. “MDC, can you and your models face my camera, please?”

Chloe and Damian glanced at Marinette for confirmation, and she nodded. The three stood together, smiling as Aurore took pictures of them, the other cameras scrambling to stand behind Aurore to get photos as well. Once the girl was done, Marinette gestured for the two to go backstage.

“Thank you so much, everyone.” She bowed politely, leaving to go backstage with the rest.

Once backstage, they found Aurore waiting.

“You ready for the interview?” She asked, a smile on her face. “Once again, I must thank you, MDC. It’s an honour.”

Marinette brushed it off. “I need to thank you. Right, um, I think I’m ready.”

Aurore begin recording, and gave Marinette the ‘ok’ sign.

“Hello, everyone. My name is MDC, and I’m a designer.” She smiled.

“MDC, what are your designs primarily inspired by?” Aurore asked from behind her camera.

MDC tilted her head, making a thinking face. “Well, they’re mostly inspired by people around me. As you saw, some of the ensembles were inspired by the superheroes that have been protecting our city.”

Aurore nodded, giving Marinette a thumbs up. “Just now, on stage, you announced that you would be setting up a website and that you would be accepting commissions. How much, on average, will the commissions be?”

“That depends.” Marinette paused. “As you saw, the fabric I use for the ensembles are not ordinary fabrics- In fact, some of them I made myself. The embroidery on the fabrics take quite some time as well. I only use the best materials for my works, so it’ll depend on what materials I used and how much those were.” She gave an apologetic look.

Aurore nodded in understanding. “I understand. Your art is a rather detailed art, after all, it takes up a lot of effort. How much time do you use to make one ensemble?”

“That depends. Before, I used to be really busy as my ex-friends used to commission things out of me without paying, so my schedule was really packed up. However, I am pleased to announce that my schedule has been cleared up, so it should take an average of one week to two weeks for a commission, however, if it takes a lot of hand-work, it might stretch up maximum to two months.”

Aurore nodded. “Thank you so much for interview, MDC. I wish you luck in your line of work, and I look forward in seeing more of your designs!”

The camera clicked off, and Aurore squealed. “I cannot thank you enough, Mari!”

Marinette sighed in relief, taking off her mask. “I’ll have to thank you, you’re helping me advertise.”

Aurore paused, digesting the thought. “I suppose so, but you’re giving me my chance to be a famous blogger!” Aurore sighed dreamily. “I promise I’ll take this seriously.”

“I’m sure you will,” Marinette groaned tiredly. “Right, who wants coffee and cake?”

—

Bruce sat on his seat, not moving, still waiting for the three to come out from behind the curtains. He wanted to meet his future-daughter-in-law, after all.

Most of the crowd had dispersed- In fact, practically everyone had left. It was just Bruce, being a lonely old man by himself in the entire hall.

At last, he decided to just call his son.

“Damian.”

“Yes.”

“Where are you?”

“...Why?”

“I need to meet my daughter-in-law.”

“No.”

And then he hung up.

Bruce looked up only to see three teens sneaking out from the side door. He shook his head, sighed, and went back to his hotel.

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/Part Twelve/

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Poor Bruce :( Issok you’ll meet Mari sooner or later <3

Next chapter is probably going to be heavy salt about Lila knowing MDC

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After Party - freedom au

Characters: Jon Kent, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, some Dick Grayson and Alfred Pairing: jondami Summary: After a night of shmoozing with local elites, they just want to spend some time together, alone. Of course, their superhero dads just have to drop in, right then - literally. A/N: This is probably maybe a year or so after The Easiest Difficulty and they’re both upper-20s Jon’s just really REALLY in love with Damian, mkay. No straight up mention of Lois being informed because in my brain, when Damian called the fam, they relayed it to the Supers. Though in the other two fics, I know Damian was very stoic about not being a hero anymore, he still struggles with the choice himself, especially in situations like this. Sorry if ending is awkward. If you like what I create and want to support me more/get more bts kind of stuff, support me on Ko-Fi or Patreon!

Freedom AU

Jon couldn’t stop staring at Damian as he said goodnight to his coworkers, as they left the convention center. The fundraiser for the animal shelter went off without a hitch. Nothing had been counted yet, but they all had the feeling they’d doubled their goal – at least.

But Jon watched as Damian smiled and waved – genuine smiles – while he shot off a few last text messages, and they walked to Jon’s old beat up truck with the last of the decorations from the event. But he didn’t stop staring, even as Damian shut the door to the truck bed, and they both climbed into the cab.

He started the car, but didn’t take it from park, glancing around the lot, watching the last few volunteers drive off after a job well done. Then he grinned and laid his arm along the back of the bench seat, looking back to Damian, who was still typing away on his phone.

So, it took a few moments before Damian fixed his glasses and murmured, “You going to hit the gas any time soon?”

Jon silently shrugged, watching as Damian loosened his bowtie. This shindig had been a semi-formal affair. That didn’t stop Damian from dressing to the nines, of course.

With no verbal response, Damian looked up himself, and narrowed his eyes at Jon’s attention. “What? What are you looking at?”

“You, obviously.” Jon smirked. “You look great.”

“You said that earlier this evening.” Damian mumbled, breaking eye contact. “You do too, by the way. Old Mrs. Barundy couldn’t stop talking about how handsome you were. Pretty sure that was the only reason she donated as much as she did. Also asked if I would raffle a date with you at next year’s affair.”

“And what did you tell her?”

“I told her I’d think about it.” Damian admitted. “I will gladly sell you for the wellbeing of my animals.”

“Good to know.” Jon laughed, shifted a little. “…You did great tonight too, you know. I’m really proud of you.”

“…Thank you.” Damian put his phone down and smiled. “And thank you for accompanying me this evening. I’m sorry I couldn’t spend more time with you.”

“You’re the head of the most successful shelter in the tri-state area at a fundraiser for your work, of course you were going to be pulled in every big wig’s direction.” Jon waved off. But he shifted again along the seat, stretched his arm a little further so his fingers now brushed the back of Damian’s neck. “But now it’s done and over with and just you and me.”

“Mhm.” Damian smiled a little bit now, and Jon knew he was onto his game. “…You still haven’t put the truck in drive.”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Do you plan to any time soon?”

“Not really.”

Damian barked a laugh, turning in the seat to face the other. “Jonathan Kent.” He warned playfully. “We are not making out in the cab of your truck.”

“Why not?” Jon grinned like a Cheshire cat, giving up all semblance of subtly, practically throwing himself across the seat. “Everyone’s left.”

But Damian was still laughing, even as Jon tugged at his bowtie, pulling it off completely. “We are not some horny teenagers after a school dance.”

“No, but you do look great, and you just raised probably almost a million dollars for the animals.” Jon was already brushing his nose along Damian’s jaw, voice getting quieter and breathier by the syllable. “So I think you deserve a reward.”

“…I can wait until we get home for my reward.” Damian whispered, slowly wrapping his arms around Jon’s neck anyway.

“Yeah, but I entertained madam mayor’s drunk husband all night, so I deserve a reward too.” Jon returned. “And I think I’d like my reward right now.”

He didn’t wait for a response, gently pressing his lips to Damian’s. Damian instantly returned the gesture, practically dragging Jon on top of him in the process. Jon grinned, gleefully boxing Damian in against the passenger door.

“You’re…lucky.” Damian breathed when he could. He still had one arm around Jon’s neck, but the other had returned to his front, and was swiftly and expertly unbuttoning the first few clasps of Jon’s shirt. “I like…you.”

“I am.” Jon agreed, as Damian ran his fingers along Jon’s bare chest up to his throat. He ducked his face along Damian’s own neck, kissing until he found the spot he wanted to mark. “I’m the luckiest guy in the whole damn world.”

Damian gasped a breath as Jon bit gently into his skin, and dug his own nails into Jon’s back, clinging like Jon would disappear if he didn’t.

When Jon pushed a little too deep, sucked a little too hard, Damian laughed at the sensation, and a little mumble of “Tickles…!” was whispered into Jon’s ear. So, at the insistence of Damian’s hands framing his jaw, Jon backed up a little, a small tease – What, a little hickey too much for you, the great Damian Wayne? – already starting vibrate in his throat.

But when he looked into Damian’s ocean green eyes, half-lidded and adoring, his throat went dry, and his heart stuttered. He couldn’t say anything, he could barely even breathe.

Damian just smiled up at him, cheeks flushed and chest heaving slightly. Quietly, fingers of one hand stroking along Jon’s face, he reached up and tugged Jon’s glasses off.

“Much better.” Damian hummed, dropping the glasses to the floor of the cab while pulling Jon back in. When their lips met this time, Damian took control, and Jon was instantly putty in his hands. All he could do was stabilize himself with one hand along the window seam of the passenger door, the other wrapped as tightly around Damian’s rising hips as he could hold.

So they weren’t paying attention to anything else – of course they weren’t. Too wrapped up in each other, in the sensation of loving and being loved, of being alone with the one he held most dear.

So they didn’t see the body falling from the sky. Didn’t notice until it crashed into the bed of their truck.

At the sudden motion of the deafening crash, after their teeth clacked together in surprise, Jon immediately dropped his body onto Damian’s, instinctively trying to protect him as quickly as possible. Damian, for his part, went along with it, arms wrapped around Jon’s torso.

The truck bounced for a few more seconds, and it wasn’t until the car was completely still that Jon raised his head.

“What the fuck was that?” Damian spat beneath him, already trying to shimmy upwards to look for himself. Jon held him down for a second more, just to make sure the coast was clear.

“Not sure.” Jon murmured, looking around the still-empty parking lot. His eyes narrowed, though, as he reached the grass field nearby. “But something landed over there.” He nodded towards the dust rising in the dark, then back to his truck bed. “…And in our car?”

“Fuck.” Damian cursed again, even as Jon finally deemed it safe enough for him to sit up. He shifted back to his side of the car, kicking the door open, just as Damian did the same on his side.

As soon as they got into the open air, they heard an agonized groan coming from the mass that was feet away from landing on top of them. Jon had his fists and powers at the ready, even as Damian all but ran up to the lump, grabbing at the fabric that seemed to cover it.

But he’d barely moved it at all before he gasped, eyes going wide behind the blue frames.

“Batman?!”

The figure shifted a little, revealing Batman’s face, his mask half torn off. Not that you could recognize Bruce Wayne under the blood his face was covered with.

Damian was already climbing the side of the bed, not even bothering with the door, shoving the now crushed boxes Batman landed on to the side.

“Father…” He whispered, trying to turn Bruce to a better position than the one he landed in. As he did, he glanced up the sky, where his father clearly came from. “What happened?!”

“Luthor.” A wheezed reply came from the side, and Jon whirled around, gripping his fists even tighter, eyes lighting up red. He released his strength almost immediately, though, as he recognized his own dad limping pathetically towards them. “Being…asshole.”

His uniform was no better than Batman’s, a large slash right through the S-shield on his chest being the most prominent flaw.

Jon ran at him instantly, barely catching him before Clark collapsed.

“Dad…” Jon breathed. “…Dad!”

“Help…Bruce.” Clark drawled, head lolling to the side. “I…I d-dropped him. He’s…he’s hurt bad…”

“Jon!” Damian called. Jon glanced back, and saw Damian staring at them. He raised his hand to point towards Clark. Jon followed the gesture to his father’s side, and found the hilt of a glowing green dagger sticking out of his skin. Jon’s eyes widened as he looked desperately back at Damian, whose face was grim. “…Get him in the truck.”

Jon nodded, and began dragging Superman towards his truck bed.

Damian sighed as he hung up the phone, absently staring at it in his hand as he lowered it from his face. After a moment, he shook his head, and slowly climbed back up the stairs. When he reached the landing, he went to the closest room and leaned against the doorframe, watching Jon for a moment, as he held his father’s hand.

“Pennyworth and Grayson are on their way. Should be here soon.” Damian whispered under the beeping of a heart monitor. Of two heart monitors, with one attached to his own father in the other room. “Drake is looking into whatever conflict they had with Luthor tonight, and will update us when he can.”

Jon nodded, leaning back in his chair. Damian winced as he exposed all the blood still on the sheets, and mess of bandages on the floor. He’d done the best he could, with the medical knowledge he had. But, admittedly, he was years out of practice, since leaving the capes and masks behind, and these days tended to only work with patients of the four-legged or feathered variety. Not humans, and most definitely not Kryptonians.

“They’re going to make it, Jon.” Damian reminded, both for himself and his lover. “They’ll be okay.”

“I know.” Jon sighed and pushed his glasses up his nose. He looked back at Damian and smiled sadly, holding his hand out. Damian took it, and allowed himself to be pulled to Jon’s side. Jon kissed his fingers and wrapped that arm around Damian’s waist. “This must be how Mom feels.”

“Hm?”

“Helpless. When he comes back like this from missions.” Jon muttered. “I mean…there’s nothing we can do. We can’t go out there and chase Lex down.”

“…We could.” Damian countered quietly.

Jon looked up at him, leaning his chin on Damian’s stomach. “No. We made our decision.”

“Do you regret that decision, right now?”

“…No.” Jon admitted. “I don’t regret it for a second. Not even now.” He squeezed Damian’s hip. “Do you?”

Damian shook his head. “I do feel guilty about it, though.”

“Feel guilty about not feeling regret?” Jon asked. Damian shrugged. “You only feel that at this moment. Because back in the day, you and me might’ve been out there fighting with them, and it’d have been our job to watch their backs.”

“We’re their sons. It’s always our job to watch their back, isn’t it?” Damian countered.

“I don’t think they’d see it that way.” Jon chuckled. “Besides, I’d like to think we watch their back in other ways.”

“Like?”

“Emotionally.” Jon offered. “Being actual human beings – yes, I see the irony of that for my dad.” He smiled. “Moments like now.”

Damian returned the smile, running his hand over Jon’s hair.

“Besides, even if we were still in the game, we don’t have any intel on what went down tonight, where it happened, or who besides Lex was involved.” Jon closed his eyes, and leaned into Damian’s hand. “So we couldn’t do anything even if we wanted to.”

“We could.” Damian repeated. “…We would just be going in blind and probably make complete fools of ourselves.”

“Yeah. Pass.” Jon laughed. He turned his head and kissed the palm of Damian’s hand. “…We aren’t anywhere near Metropolis.”

Damian blinked. “No, we’re not.”

Jon sat up, looked back at Clark. They’d removed the Kryptonite dagger as soon as they got to the house, but there was still a sickly green tint to his skin, though it was thankfully slowly fading. “We’re not near Gotham either.”

“Your point?”

“Where did whatever happened…happen?” Jon wondered out loud. “I mean…if it happened in either of the cities, they’d have to of come incredibly out of the way to end up…here.”

“Maybe that should be question number one when one of them wake up.” Damian suggested. “Or…Grayson can ask, when he starts his investigation.”

“I vote Dick.” Jon grinned again, but this time there was a little gleam in his eye. “Because I’m tired, I don’t want to be involved in that crap, and because our dads interrupted some very important business-”

Damian was about to laugh when a groan came from the other room. Instantly, he untangled himself from Jon, who was already moving to stand, and darted across the hall.

Bruce was still on the bed – their bed, as he was in their room – but was struggling in an attempt to sit up. Jon stopped at the door even as Damian rushed forward, pushing his father back down as gently as possible.

“You’re alright.” Damian called sweetly. “You’re safe. You’re at my house.”

Bruce blinked even as he collapsed back down. “…Damian?”

Damian smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Hello, Father.”

Bruce glanced back to Jon, eyes immediately became sad. “…No.”

Jon smiled and waved, even as Damian chuckled a little. “It’s alright. You didn’t bring any baddies here.”

“You shouldn’t be involved.” Bruce slurred, fingers twitching. Damian immediately took his hand in both of his, and glanced at the heart monitor nearby. “You shouldn’t have to even see-”

“Deep breaths, Father. Don’t panic.” Damian soothed. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I’m sorry.” Bruce breathed. “I’m so sorry, Damian…”

Damian kept his smile. “Pennyworth and Grayson are on their way. Drake is conducting the investigation. We’re just…the accidental middlemen.”

“Good. That’s…” Bruce winced in pain as he shifted a little. “That’s good.”

“…May I ask, though?” Bruce looked up at him. “What happened tonight? And how’d you end up here?”

“Luthor was trying to have a pissing contest with Clark again.” Bruce sighed. “Caught us off guard with a little more muscle and henchmen than normal. Got a few lucky shots in.”

“Oh, just a few?” Damian smirked. Bruce laughed, but grabbed at his side with his free hand after a moment.

“It was in a city not far from here. We had to retreat. We were…” Bruce frowned. “Clark grabbed me. I thought I heard him say something about maybe hiding out here for a while, to regroup or…or something. He said he was going to try to call first, to ask if we could stop by…?”

“Father, you know you don’t ever have to ask. You’re welcome here whenever, whatever the reason.” Damian promised.

“Sorry Dad apparently dropped you out of the sky before y’all made it, though.” Jon chimed in. Bruce waved him off.

“Glad he at least was able to drop me somewhere somewhat…soft.” Bruce shrugged a shoulder. “…Where did I land anyway? Did Clark get in contact with you two? How did you find us?”

“We never got a call, but you fell into the back of Jon’s truck.” Damian sounded almost apologetic. “On the left over decorations from the shelter’s fundraiser this evening.”

“…Your fundraiser.” Bruce breathed. “Did my donation come through?”

“Father, I think there are more important things right now than if your donation made it to the fundraiser.” Damian snorted.

“It’s something you worked hard at. Something you’re proud of.” Bruce rambled. “I want to be there for you. I know I’m not…”

“And I want you to rest.” Damian retorted, cutting him off. He knew his father felt enough misplaced guilt, not coming around much as Bruce Wayne, as a normal person; they didn’t need to rehash it now. “We can talk about mundane things later. Alright?”

Bruce stared blearily up at him for a moment, then twisted the hand Damian was still holding to grasp his back. Tears began to well in his eyes. “It’s so good to see you, son.”

“And you, Father.” Damian promised with a smile. “And once Pennyworth gives you and Clark the all clear, Jon and I would love for you two to stay a few days, if you can spare it.”

Bruce opened his mouth to respond, but was drowned by the sound of a doorbell, and the various animals answering its call with howls and meows of their own. So instead, he just smiled and nodded, as Jon ducked away to answer the door.

Bruce and Damian sat in silence, Bruce’s eyes fluttering slightly, as they listened to the faint conversation at the door. Moments later, the sound of heavy, frantic footsteps up the stairs.

“I’ll start with your father.” Damian heard Alfred tell Jon. He moved to stand and no sooner had he settled on his feet, he was being dragged into the arms of his eldest brother.

“Are you okay?” Dick mumbled against his hair. Damian huffed a laugh and rolled his eyes, even as Dick pulled back, eyes darting across his body.

“I’m fine.” Damian chuckled. “As I’m sure Jon tried to tell you, we weren’t involved in whatever happened. Just so happened to be in the right place at the right time aft-”

“What is that?” Dick demanded, pointing at Damian’s neck. Damian put his hand against his throat, but felt nothing, so turned to look in the nearby dresser mirror. “A bruise? Or a…”

Oh. Right.

“…It’s nothing.” Damian lied. But the heat was already rushing to his cheeks, and Dick was already smirking knowingly.

“Gross.” Dick winked. He spun Damian around and shoved him towards the door. “Please get out and let me talk to Bruce before I barf over how precious you and Jon are.”

Damian scoffed, but did as he was told. As he stepped into the hallway, he found Jon doing the same out of Clark’s room, closing the door behind him. His worried face melted into a smile when he saw Damian, though.

“You got kicked out too?” Jon asked.

“Of course.” Damian sighed, stepping into the circle of Jon’s arms. “Civilians only get in the way of investigations.”

“So…what do we do now?” Jon asked, leaning his chin on top of Damian’s head.

“Go downstairs and wait, I suppose. Make Grayson and Pennyworth some coffee for their troubles.” Damian listed. “Try to ignore the desire probably brewing to jump back into the old uniforms and avenge our fathers. Maybe sleep.”

“Could we…” Jon hummed in thought. “…Maybe continue where we left off in the truck?”

Damian hesitated a moment, then looked up at him.

“Or,” Jon tried sheepishly. “I’d even take grabbing a blanket and having hardcore cuddle time. It is almost two in the morning after all.”

Damian blinked, waited another moment, then said. “I guess Grayson was right.”

Jon tilted his head.

“You and I are absolutely, ridiculously, childishly gross.” Damian groaned in defeat. But he gently took Jon’s hand anyway, and together they walked down the stairs. “But…I’d be content with one leading to the other.”

Jon laughed, but let himself be dragged into the kitchen. As Damian started the coffee machine, he absently searched for a few blankets, setting some to the side for Dick and Alfred.

“Hey…Dames?”

“Yes, Beloved.” Damian hummed.

“…How long until everyone else in our families show up and stay for a few days?” Jon wondered allowed. “I mean, surely Mom and Conner know by now too…”

As the machine dripped, Damian plopped onto the couch, and Jon came trailing after him, fluttering the blanket over them both. As soon as the blanket stilled, a few of the animals jumped onto the couch to join them, while others puddled around their feet. “Oh, I’d be surprised if they weren’t all kicking our door down by sunrise. Even Todd.”

Jon laughed as Damian threw his arm around his shoulders. “Impromptu family reunion, with us as hosts.” He curled into Damian’s side, and closed his eyes as Damian kissed his cheek. “Can’t wait.”

#jondami #Damian Wayne #jon kent #bruce wayne #clark kent #freedom au

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sassycassie-s-writing · 4 years

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I Keep Seeing Your Ghost

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC, BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-11/T-

Original Idea: Uh... the aesthetics of Taylor Swift’s Style music video because why not?

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) I swear I didn’t mean for this to be 2,368 words... it just really ran away from me. And it took me all freaking day to write this because I kept getting interrupted. Anyway! Enjoy! @welovegroot @jason-todd-squad @bat-shots @jason-redhood

^^^^^

Gotham’s usual fog was mostly burned off in the early-autumn heat. Except in the cemetery. For some reason the cemetery always had fog. Probably because the number one law of Gotham was to keep the gloomy aesthetic at all costs.

I sat down on damp grass in front of a headstone. The once-torn apart earth had been smoothed over and grass replanted, covering up the fact that the grave had been dug up and a coffin lowered in.

That someone being the name carved into the marble of the marker: Jason Peter Todd.

I sighed. “Hi Jason,” I said, setting the two plastic wine glasses on the ground. I poured part of a can of root beer into the one closest to the gravestone and a lemonade in the one closest to me. “Don’t suppose now’s a good time to apologize for… everything. I know I told you to choose between me or whatever your problem was that you had to go off and take care of. But I really didn’t think it was going to get you killed. It was wrong of me to say that to you. I was just hurt that you kept blowing me off for… whatever it was you were doing. Now that you’re gone all I can do is fear the worst. Were you involved in illegal substances and never told me? I don’t know what I could or would have done but… I would have tried to help you. With whatever. You just needed to tell me,” I said to the headstone.

The headstone, thankfully, didn’t respond.

I picked at my nails. “Jay… truth is… you’ve been gone for six months, and I… I keep seeing your ghost. Everywhere. I see you in the gaps between my curtains when they get caught in the breeze. I see you in my rearview mirror when I drive alone at night out in the Palisades. I see you out of the corner of my eye on the street.

“Jay, when will I be free of you?” I pleaded, tears welling up in my eyes and spilling over. “I miss you like crazy but I can’t keep holding on to this anger and guilt I feel. Why won’t you let me go?”

I wiped my eyes and sniffed, trying to pull myself together. I downed my plastic wine glass of lemonade and hiccuped.

“Hey!” The voice came from behind me, making me jump. I whirled. A man in some sort of security uniform came striding over the cemetery’s grass, carefully picking his way around headstones. “What are you doing here, miss?”

“Just uh… coming to talk with…” I glanced at Jason’s headstone, realizing it might look ridiculous, but knowing I wasn’t the only one who talked to the grave marker of a loved one as though it was that person. “Just here to talk with someone I loved.” I bent down and picked up the root beer. “Would you like some root beer?”

The man accepted the drink automatically. He had some sort of mask on over his face. Like a surgical mask but with little vents on either side, like a gas mask. This close to me I could see a ring of green in his blue eyes around his pupils. In the twilit cemetery, the green almost glowed.

“Miss, you have to leave. This isn’t fog. This is leftover fear toxin slowly dispersing. It’s not safe for you to be out here,” the security man said. “Let me escort you to your car.”

Without waiting for me to respond, he started pushing me away from Jason’s headstone. Still holding the drink. I stumbled over the uneven grassy earth and corrected the security man’s direction so I was actually heading toward my car.

I unlocked my driver’s side door, ducked in, and locked it again as soon as we reached my car. The security man stopped touching me when I pulled out my keys to unlock the door. “You take care now,” he’d said.

“Bye,” I’d replied.

I pulled off from the curb in the cemetery and started to drive away. I glanced in my rearview mirror.

The security man had lowered his face mask to take a sip of the root beer.

But all I saw was Jason, wrapped in Gotham’s fog like a wispy cape, swirling in a breeze.

I shook my head to clear it and kept driving.

^^^^^

Jason watched her go as he took a sip of the drink she’d offered. He smiled. “She remembered my favorite brand,” he said quietly.

He felt bad about lying to her about the fog. It was, in fact, just Gotham’s usual mist shroud.

But he really couldn’t stand listening to her cry over his grave anymore.

It hurt too much.

“It’s not your fault,” he whispered as her taillights disappeared into the mist.

He drank the rest of the root beer with a wistful look on his face before placing the wine glass on his headstone. She hadn’t even noticed how recently the earth had been churned up and placed back down again after he’d dug himself out of his own grave.

He sighed. “I’m just trying to keep you safe. I don’t mean to torment you. I didn’t realize you even saw me,” he muttered. “I’m sorry. I miss you.”

Jason stared at the spot where her car disappeared for a long time.

Finally he pulled out his phone. “Yeah, hey, Bruce? I need some advice.”

^^^^^

I flopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling. My roommate in the dorms wasn’t back from her studying yet so I had some time to just decompress.

Which I did by grabbing my pillow and screaming into it. I wasn’t angry. There was just a lot of deep-seated emotions constantly simmering on the back burner that I needed to release. Let off some steam.

Once I felt a little better, I just laid there on my bed and started mentally rearranging the stars tacked to Daniella’s side of the ceiling into proper constellations.

The dorm room door burst open. “Wakey-wakey! Rise and shine sucker! I need your help!” Daniella exclaimed.

I winced at the loud noise. “What?” I muttered.

“Well, okay. I need your car and your stupidly photogenic face,” my roommate amended.

“What fooor?” I complained.

Daniella stared at me for a second. “Photography club, genius,” she said. “We’re meeting in the woods outside the Palisades to take ghostly pictures in the fog! And you’re stupidly photogenic so I want you to put on that white dress you have and be my ghost!”

“The fog is fear toxin dispersing, isn’t it?” I asked.

“What? No! Scarecrow’s hasn’t broken out of Arkham in, like, four months!”

“Then what…?” I whispered. What had that security man been thinking, then? That didn’t make any sense.

“So? Will you?” Daniella pressed.

I sighed and sat up. “Sure. Pass me my hairbrush.”

^^^^^

“Okay, now turn your back on the camera and your head so we can see your profile and stare longingly into the woods,” Daniella instructed. I followed her directions. Several camera shutters went off in quick succession.

I zoned out as Daniella came forward and started fixing up my dress to drape more aesthetically over the forest floor. My eyes scanned the trees, looking at the mist dancing around.

It curled around a silhouette. Black hair, with a single streak of white near the center of the hairline. Tall muscular.

It wasn’t Jason’s skinny, malnourished body—

But it was his face.

My throat closed up and my heart slammed itself against my ribs. “Jason?” I asked. “Jason?”

Not even hearing Daniella yelling after me, I took off running over the forest floor, ignoring the pain of being barefoot. Jason disappeared in the fog, but I saw him up ahead, off to the left.

“Jason!” I shouted, running after him.

I took several twists and turns before truly losing him in the mist.

Looking around, I realized I had no idea where I was. And that the light was fading. Gotham forest was always dark anyway but as the sun went down and the autumn chill started to set in, there was truly almost no light left. I fell onto my knees and looked behind me. My dress was stained with dirt and mud at the hem but had managed to avoid tearing.

When I took stock of myself, I saw that my feet were bleeding.

“Oh crap,” I muttered.

Pain flooded my feet full-force and tears pricked my eyes. I let them fall freely, cursing my stupidity. It wasn’t him. I’d been seeing his ghost for months. Why did I choose the time when I was already lost out in the forest to go running after a specter that wasn’t there?

Angry at myself, I shoved myself to my feet and started trudging through the woods, trying to find my way in the darkness back the way I came. There was no path, no tracks I’d left—not that I’d know how to read them anyway—and no way to see. My phone was in the glove compartment of my car…

“Great,” I muttered. “I’m gonna end up on Buzzfeed Unsolved for randomly running off into the forest and disappearing under mysterious circumstances while a whole club of photography nerds watched and no one is ever going to find my body.”

That was immensely frustrating.

I thought about tearing the hem off my dress to wrap my feet in an effort to stop the bleeding, but I wasn’t sure I was even strong enough. They weren’t bleeding that bad either way. And I didn’t think there were many predators in the woods this close to the city. None that could smell blood anyway… but I wasn’t entirely sure. There could be wolves behind every tree and I’d have no idea.

I found a clearing big enough for me to see the sky. Betelgeuse was just edging past a tree. Orion was an October-to-April constellation that had just barely risen for the winter. But even seeing it meant I knew which direction I was going. I couldn’t get a glimpse of the north star or even Ursa Major from here but I knew I was going east and if I turned right I’d be heading south—toward the city. Or at least the road. Where hopefully I could find my friends or someone willing to drive me back to my parents’ house so I could go to the hospital to check my feet—and call Daniella and let her know I was alive.

“Okay. Best to keep going,” I muttered, starting to trudge through the woods, going south.

The light was completely gone and it felt like I was walking for hours before I finally found a road.

When the asphalt—stranger to touch but just as sharp on my feet—was under me, I let myself cry again. I found the road. The connection to Gotham I needed to at least try to find my way back to the place where I’d parked my car. Daniella and the photography club had probably left. Maybe they’d gone to the cops. Maybe there was Search & Rescue scouring the woods for me already.

Looking up, I found Betelgeuse again to orient myself and started running—that was really more of a stagger—down the road toward Gotham. I was probably leaving a small trail of blood but most of my injuries had scabbed.

I was exhausted and desperate—and wearing a white dress. Any late-night travelers would be insane to pick up a hitchhiking, exhausted, barefoot girl in a white dress. Any sane Gothamite would think I was an actual ghost. And in Gotham that wouldn’t even be a stretch to have an actual hitchhiking ghost.

My run slowed down as my fatigue really set in. My eyelids were heavy.

As I reached the one strip of road that wasn’t twisting-and-turning, I tripped on a rock I couldn’t see in the darkness, falling to my hands and knees and scraping my palms on the ground.

I didn’t get back up. I just sat down and cried. My dress was ruined from the forest and the trip on the road and my blood as I held myself in a hug with bleeding hands.

The distant rumble of a car’s engine registered in my ears. I lifted my head and wiped my eyes.

The car that swung around the corner was old. Probably from the sixties. It looked like an old gray Chevy.

The headlights stopped about ten feet from me. A door creaked open.

Someone called my name, sounding comforting and yet confused.

The headlights filled my vision so I couldn’t see who it was. I blocked the brightness with one arm.

That same voice swore. “You’re bleeding!”

Joining me on the asphalt, bathed in light, was—

“J… Jason?” I asked, confused and tired. “H… how…?”

He carefully examined my hands, swearing again. “These look rough. C’mon. Lemme take you home. I’ll explain everything on the way, I promise,” he said.

Before I could respond, he’d scooped me up and set me gently in the passenger seat. He caressed my face before shutting the door, circling the car, and ducking into the driver’s seat.

“You’re… you’re alive,” I breathed.

“Yup. And you’re bleeding. From both hands and feet. So just relax. I’m gonna get you home. Or to a hospital. And while we drive, let me explain what happened.”

I sighed in relief at being off my feet—and at knowing that I wasn’t going crazy. Jason was alive! I was actually seeing him when I thought I just kept seeing his ghost in my guilt.

Before he could even start explaining how on earth he was still alive, I passed out.

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Jason looked over at her as her head lolled down. She was asleep.

“I’m not leaving you again. I’m sorry,” he said quietly. He reached across the front bench to run the backs of his fingers down her face. “I promise… I promise that I’ll tell you everything. Just as soon as you wake up and feel better.”

#I Keep Seeing Your Ghost #Jason Todd #jason todd imagine #jason todd fanfiction #Red Hood #red hood imagine #red hood fanfiction #DC #DC imagine #DC FanFiction #BatFam #BatFam Imagine #BatFam FanFiction

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crazyfreckledginger · 5 years

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The Girl's Pack ~ Chapter 32: Mentor

[Princess][Archer][Wolf][Wally][Jason and Roy][Dick]

(Y-Y/N)?"

They watched anxiously as the smoke slowly faded away.

Did she go with them?

"Yes?" the familiar voice spoke. Red Hood released a small breath feeling, himself set free for the tension. He tore his attention away once he heard a groan, only to see his best friend shuffle slightly, heavy eyelids opening and slowly attempting to sit up.

The girl walked over to her teammates, kneeling down to untie Jason's bonds.

"(Y/N), I -"

"Not now," she cut off, giving him a firm glance before moving towards Ray.

Upon watching the interaction, the ginger's mouth shut closed, seeing how the note they last left on was the last thing she wanted to address.

"Help the others", she murmured after setting the second Outlaw free and rushing to the young unconscious ones.

She brought them to the medical room, carrying as many as she could each time as Jay and Roy carried the adults.

"There isn't enough room, we'll have to use their actual beds."

The woman scooped up Beast Boy, since his room was the closest to the medical wing.

"Got it." Jason grunted as him and Roy changed direction while carrying Nightwing.

When (Y/N) held Damian in her arms, reinforcements arrived.

"We heard the call, is everyone alright?"

Superman landed gracefully in front of her with Supergirl.

Her mouth fell agape when Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, The Flash and Hawkgirl appeared behind them.

"W-we took are of the threat but most are still unconscious because of the gas,"

"Good work, we'll help you nurse the others to good health." He nodded in appreciation

"Is Wally okay? "Barry raced to her, making her jump in surprise.

"He is a little injured and he's unconscious" she replied truthfully.

"Medical Bay?" he inquired, she nodded quickly, feeling the gust of air brush on her cheeks as he used his speed to get there.

The Supers followed him, along with Hal and Hawkgirl.

Wonder Woman stopped at her side, feeling her admiring gaze on her.

I heard from Bruce you have your own kingdom," she spoke.

The girl's eyes widened and she felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

"I was destined to be coronated but I transferred my power to someone who would be more appropriate for the people,"

A small smile found it's way on Diana's face as she place a hand on her shoulder.

"You prefer adventure more this ruling?"

"Yes, since I've been here, I've wanted to discover everything. I can't see myself staying and ruling over people, it's not like me," her shoulders sulked down and she stared at the floor.

"I don't know if that was good idea," (Y/N) looked up when Prince squeezed her shoulder.

"You made the right choice..." she trailed off. The girl smiled, extremely relieved that the person she had secretly admired since she

found out about these heroes when she fled here, had told her that she had made the right choice, the decision that had haunted her since she was helping with her teammates.

Her body nearly turned to jelly as the anxiety left her body.

"Thank you" (Y/N) smiled brightly, watching as she started going in the direction of the other renowned heroes.

"Do you have a mentor?" The Princess of Themyscia inquired as she stopped in her tracks.

"Huh? O-oh, well Black Canary has helped me but I don't think I have one - officially anymore."

"How would you like to train by my side?"

"Really!" (Y/N)'s eyes lit up as she stared at her.

"Of course!"

"Yes! I'd love to!" the girl blushed in embarrassment at her enthusiasm.

"Great, we will talk about it when everyone is better!"

****

"Good morning sleepy head," the girl smiled softly at the raven haired as his eyes opened.

"(L/N)?" he grumbled following the movements of her hand with his beautiful eyes to find it slowly dabbing a cold, wet cloth on his forehead.

"What-"

"Don't worry about it, it's over, "She glanced back as a doctor walked in.

"You're in a stable state, just rest to recover." He walked out.

"What happened to Luthor and Slade?"

****

"Well, well seems the girl is dumber than we thought" the bald man chuckled, standing up as he stared at the sky.

"Blues, Purples and Oranges as a permanent sky? Seems likely we're in the place we've wanted to be in the first place," he smirked in amusement.

"W-what?" the guard asked in distress.

"We can crush and exploit this place now," Slade chuckled.

"I don't think so," an authoritative voice interjected. The three men turned around rapidly. Their eyes widened as the big,

auburn-furred wolf, with now red irises stood tall. Two other wolves as well as a tiger and a griffin appeared before them.

"You know my name, " The king smirked, watching their baffled expression. The guard gulped, not understanding what was happening and not daring to speak up. The tiger prowled slowly towards them, letting in the grass and watching intently.

"We do, you're that stupid girl's pet!" Slade grumbled.

"Watch your tongue before it's ripped off!" One of the wolves barked.

"What should we do with them, your grace?" the other wolf spoke.

"Take them away, we are to imprison them, they are a threat to too many." The tiger pounced on them, pinning them to the ground as the griffin flew close, head butting them in the forehead and knocking them out cold.

"What about Lady (Y/N)? That was the last of her power..."

"I'll make sure she can come at will."

****

"(Y/N), can we talk?" Jason leaned against the the door frame.

Roy followed behind him.

They waited until she was in the room that also had Dick and Wally, ugh.

"Fine." now or never right?

Dick and Wally who were finally awake, sat up straight against their pillows.

Her face hardened to both men sat on their beds and looked at her.

"Start talking" her arms crossed over her chest.

"We wanted to say we're sorry," Dick sighed, "it was immature of us."

"We treated you poorly and it wasn't fair to you, it was already tough for you to get used to this place and doing this only hurt you." Jason added.

"Is there anything we could to do to make up for it?" Wally asked.

"We feel really bad about it." Seeing Roy's pained expression at his statement made the girl feel little guilty, they didn't know they were doing something to hurt her, she knew that now.

It was difficult not to think about how much it impacted them.

How long had this been on their minds?

Did it haunt them? But why?

Why did they are so much? They were friends for what, not ever

two months, her feelings about then wasn't mutual, was it?

The old her wouldn't had talked to them until the end of time.

But after she saw them all injured, unconscious, helpless, she only

wanted them to be happy and healthy.

She realised how much she valued them, and hurting and fighting is part of growth. If she wanted to be happy, she had to cherish her friends and family, strengthening be their bonds and become more forgiving.

"No," she stated. Their eyes widened in shock.

"Everyone makes mistakes, and I know you won't do it again, I love you guys too much to let you go on something you weren't even aware of."

Their faces only wore shock as they listened.

"B-but we hurt you!" Wally spluttered.

"You feeling this bad about it more than makes up for it."

They smiled, more out of relief after all the terrifying scenarios they made up in their minds.

"(Y/N)?" Diana's voice called out before she entered the room.

"We've finished here, we can talk about mentoring now if you want."

"WHAT!?

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unavenged-robin · 5 years

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Juxtaposition - 3

Part 1 + Part 2

Tim hadn’t meant anything by it, honestly. He just happened to stumble into the kid while having a camera in his hands, and that was all. It hadn’t been his fault if Damian was too busy drawing and didn't notice him: the brat was supposed to be a baby ninja, after all. Another thing he was not responsible for was Damian being... photogenic. He would never use the word cute, not even to save his own life.

Point is, the kid was sitting there, under a tree, surrounded by his pets - Titus' big head on his leg, Alfred the cat curled up by his feet - his head bent over an old sketchbook, and a look of total focus on his face, and Tim didn’t even think about it, he raised the camera to his eye and took the photo.

Click.

Damian lifted his head, looking annoyed but not surprised. So maybe he had known about Tim being there. Maybe he just hadn’t care enough.

“Taking photos of people without their explicit consent is a felony, Drake”, he said, narrowing his eyes at Tim. “I could report you and have you arrested.”

Tim snorted and plopped down on the grass in front of the kid.

It was such a beautiful day. The sun was warm over the skin and the wind was like a gentle caress on the face. Even the colors looked like they were happy to exist; they were so intense they seemed to vibrate under his stare: the blue was so blue the sky could’ve very well been the ocean, the green was so green the whole garden could’ve been just one, giant new leaf of a young tree.

And Damian, Damian was a spot of red and black in all that green, like a tiny ladybug resting in the grass, and his eyes were also the greenest green Tim had seen for a while. He had smiled at the kid with a contented heart.

“You happen to be a minor, brat”, he reminded him with a bit of teasing in his voice. “And I'm listed as one of your legal guardians. That means that, until you're eighteen, I can pretty much do whatever I want with you.”

Damian looked up from his sketchbook to squint at him. His cheeks were sun-kissed and his nose was getting too red under the warm light of the afternoon, and Tim remembers how in that moment he had the sudden, shattering realization that he felt a not insignificant amount of affection for his brother. And that had not been the only time he’s ever felt that way, but it had perhaps been the first one.

Damian had dismissed him without a second thought.

“You are not my legal guardian.”

“I am too.”

The words stayed there for a moment, lingering between them, then Damian had frowned at him, out of curiosity more than outrage, Tim thought, as he choose to believe him.

“Why?”, he asked.

Tim turned his eyes away, lifting his face to observe the branches of the tree above them swaying slowly in the wind. He didn’t want to ruin the quiet.

“Because this family is a mess and Bruce wants to be sure that, if he decides to go take another stroll in the past again, you won't be left on your own”, he explained anyway. It was both a surreal and a serious affair, and they both knew it.

Damian had considered it for a moment, gnawing pensively at the tip of his pencil.

“I won't be left with you anyway”, he decided with a shrug. “You would have to go through Grayson's body to get me.”

Tim remembers how he had laughed at that.

“Yeah, that's true”, he had said. “Neither of us need to worry about it.”

Tim stares at the ceiling of his own bedroom like he expects some kind of answer coming down from there, along with a few friendly spiders he’s never had the time to chase away.

That afternoon used to be a good memory, once upon a time. Now it comes at him at night, haunting him with its bitter taste of unforeseen omen, and Tim wonders if Damian ever thinks about it, if he remembers it as clearly as he does.

He hopes not. He hopes that, at least for the kid, it’s not ruined.

There’s still some good stuff attached to that memory, though. Damian had wanted that photo, marched down to this very apartment to get it. And Tim had developed the film just for him, showed him how to do it and pretended not to notice how invested Damian was. That had been nice too: teaching the kid something new, something harmless they both enjoyed. Damian had let Tim guide his hands through the various proceedings, he had even obeyed every instruction with a minimum amount of huffs and scoffs. That had been another good day.

Fast forward, Tim hadn’t been there for Damian’s eleventh birthday, but he had bought him a camera and asked Alfred to pack it up in the most childish, colourful wrapping paper he could find, and to give it to the brat when he looked less willingly to throw it away without even bothering to unwrap it. And of course he hadn’t expected much in return, but to his surprise Damian had actually texted him a short and very formal thank you. That meant the little gremlin had loved the gift. Tim had been happy about it.

Those memories still makes him smile, even if now they leave a bitter aftertaste on his lips. Nice moments like those had been a rare thing, little pearls lost in the sand of the constant fights, the misunderstandings, and the mutual disinterest.

And now the world was all chaos and fragile things, and none of them really know what to do. Not Damian, freshly deprived of the only two father figures he had ever known; not Tim, who had found himself responsible for him; and sure enough not Jason, who had just got himself trapped in the whole mess.

Tim sighs and gets out of bed. The clock radio on the nightstand marks four o'clock in the morning, but there's no way he’s going back to sleep tonight, he's sure of that. Better to make some tea and keep working on tomorrow’s case. At least that’s the plan when he gets into the kitchen.

He goes as far as to put some water on the heat, then the memories of that afternoon comes back to needle him. There must be a box somewhere, filled with the photos from the first film he had developed for Damian, the first photos the kid had ever took in his life, as far as Tim knows. And e hadn't told Damian this - of course he hadn’t - but he'd made copies for himself. At the time he hadn't even ask himself why: he had just wanted to do it, so he had gone and done it.

He finds the box tucked away on the highest shelf of his library, covered by a thin layer of dust. Housekeeping’s never been his strongest suit.

A faint gurgling from the kitchen reminds him of the tea he was making. Tim retrieves it, pushes some jasmine leaves into the hot cup, then goes and sits on the couch. He shoots a quick look at Damian's room, but the door is closed and no light seeps from under it, no noise comes from the other side. The boy should be asleep.

For some reason he can’t explain, Tim feels a pang of guilt as he opens the box.

Damian’s photos are all there and Tim picks them up with a smile. It's funny looking at his family through the kid's eyes: everyone looks a lot taller, everything seems bigger. It's a bit of a déjà-vu, because Tim remembers well enough how the world looks like on a child scale.

The first bunch of photos are reserved to Damian's pet, of course. Here’s Titus, sleeping on the library’s rug or sitting at Damian’s feet, and Alfred the cat curled up on the windowsill. There’s Batcow eating some grass in the back of their courtyard, Goliath with its wings spread out, getting ready to fly. Tim knows Damian misses them. He wish he could at least give them back to him but he has no space for pets in his apartment, and they can’t go home anyway.

He puts those photos aside, and the next one hits him like a fist in the stomach. Here, in front of him, there’s Dick. He's smiling down, his lips upturned, the affection so clear in his eyes. Tim tries to imagine whatever absurd excuse Damian had tried to made up to justify his wish to have a picture of him, and he can’t think of anything, but it’s pretty obvious that Dick had seen right through the kid.

Damian is the subject of the next photo. Even if it hadn't came up right after Dick's one, Tim would've known anyway that Dick was the one who took it. It's the expression on Damian's face to give it away, that little not-really-annoyed-but-pretending-to-be-anyway scowl that holds the same affection of Dick's smile. He can see that moment so clearly in his mind. How Dick would’ve said something like you can take a picture of me only if I can take a picture of you, and Damian would’ve rolled his eyes and then indulge the blackmail with a secret happiness.

He laughs heartily at the following four photos. They are a set of unfocused, very awkward selfies of Damian and Stephanie, with her being the head of the operation, since Damian's arms would be too short to even attempt it. Damian’s glaring in the first photo and openly laughing in the last one, and Stephanie had been quick, albeit a little imprecise, at capturing that moment. The result is a blurry picture with a very strange angle, but it’s still one of Tim’s favorite.

There are a lot of pictures of Bruce. At first they were taken from a distance, and they portray him from behind, or busy doing something else: bending over his desk to write a letter, sitting in the armchair reading a book, standing in the kitchen with Alfred sipping a tea. They all give the idea of stolen moments, even if Bruce had probably known what the kid was doing. Tim could see him playing along, waiting for Damian to decide what worked best for him.

And of course Damian had eventually decided to make Bruce a part of the new hobby. The other shots still have a formal setting, very different from the spontaneity of the photos of Dick and Stephanie, but Bruce smiles in almost all of them and there’s a complicity and a quiet happiness that makes Tim’s heart ache. He misses Bruce. And he can only imagine how much Damian’s missing him too, how all this time apart is affecting him, his memories, his relationship with Bruce.

Tim brushes a cold fingertip over the pictures and wishes he could fix, if not everything, at least some of it. They can’t have Dick back, but Bruce is still there, still alive, and breathing, and living a life that doesn’t include them anymore, and if anything, it hurts almost as much as believing him to be dead.

He takes a quick look at all the photos again and he wonders how it is possible that none of them ever realized how important those moments were, how much they would have missed them once they were gone. For all the unspoken things and the cruel past, for all the miscommunications and the fights and the bickering, the truth of what there used to be between them as a family it’s just there in his hands: it was love, love and nothing else.

He hopes that Damian can see it too.

He flips through the pictures one last time, and this time he’s forced to notice how there are no photos of himself, or of Jason, for that matter. It shouldn't have been unexpected, but it stings anyway, even if only a little bit.

Tim’s considering what to do with the photos, if put them in their box and hide it again, or leave everything here on the coffee table for Damian to find, when he hears soft footsteps behind his back and the decision is taken out of his hands.

“Hey”, he says when the kid circumnavigates the couch to come standing in front of him.

“Want some tea?”, Tim offers, lifting his own cup.

Damian shakes his head no and curls up next to Tim, tucking his bare feet under him. He looks still half asleep, which is kind of a blessing right now. Tim has a good feeling about how Damian will take the news of the existence of those illegitimate copies of his pictures, but you never know.

“Mine are still in my room back at home, I believe”, Damian whispers, as he reaches out for the box. Tim lets him have it, and watches him closely as the boy collects all the pictures in his hands.

“Alfred would never let anyone touch your room while you’re away”, he reassures him, and since Damian’s just got to the picture of Dick, he slings an arm around the boy’s shoulders and pulls him closer.

“We’re going to need an album for them”, he says gently. “Like one of those Alfred has back home. We can make a new family album or something. Show it to him once everything goes back to normal, you know?”

Damian nods as he leans against Tim’s chest. He’s still warm from the bed, and his hair is a mess, but also soft under Tim’s chin. He’s wearing one of Jason’s old shirt because for the second week in a row Tim forgot to do the laundry, and he smells like Dick’s aftershave because that’s what Jason’s using now.

Tim holds Damian a bit closer. They are all trying to pick up the pieces as best as they can. It’s not easy.

“We could go to the park tomorrow”, he adds, because why not. “Bring Jason with us. Take some new photos for your album. What do you say?”

Damian moves closer to him, eyes still transfixed on Dick’s face.

“Yes”, he answers softly. “I would like that.”

#tim drake #damian wayne #tim&damian #my fic #shari writes #Why does this have a third part? I don't know #I just like keep exploring the idea of Damian staying with Tim and Jason while Bruce was all amnesiac and Dick all gone #and look at us now with the current canon being Dick all amnesiac and Bruce all gone!!#dc what the shit

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Dicktiger week day 7- fate (third time’s the charm) who doesn't love a little soulmate au?

It was unheard of to have more than one soulmate, but Dick had always been exceptional.

Although, for the first fourteen years of his life, Dick hadn’t even been aware he had more than one soulmate. For all his childhood, Dick couldn’t see the colour of the sky at midday (but the oranges and pinks of sunset he could see just fine). He couldn't see the colour of the ocean, not his mother’s favourite earrings (but he could see her red nail polish just fine). He couldn’t see the colour of the leaves on the trees in the summer (but he could see the yellow leaves in the fall just fine), nor the grass that grew around them, or the bark of their trunks (except for birch trees, and that made them his favourite tree). Dick thought all these things were the same colour.

Then, when Dick was fourteen, Roy Harper opened his eyes on that rooftop in the middle of a fight Dick wasn't even supposed to be at, and for the first time ever, Dick saw blue.

But… he still couldn’t see one of the three colours of his Robin costume, or the colour of the beads Selina wore at the next gala he and Bruce went to, nor could he see the colour of the hot chocolate Alfred made for him, or the colour of his toast when it came out of the toaster.

And this made Dick afraid.

The timing with Roy was never right. It felt to Dick like there was always some invisible force in the universe that kept them apart, and it never worked out, and it broke his heart. But they would always be friends, and Dick would always treasure the colour blue.

Then, when he was nineteen, Dick met Koriand’r, and for the first time ever, he saw the colour green.

But even so, Dick still couldn’t see the colour of the cinnamon he put in his oatmeal, or the colour of his own skin, or the colour of the soil in which Alfred planted his roses.

And this made Dick afraid.

Things with Kory were amazing until they weren’t, and everything blew up in their faces over something that wasn’t even Dick’s fault (though at the time he was thoroughly convinced it was his fault, sometimes even now he caught himself thinking so), and it broke his heart. But they would always be friends, and Dick would always treasure the colour green.

Then he was twenty-[TRUCK HONKING NOISE] and he was dead, and he was undercover at Spyral, and Dick wondered if he’d ever been this miserable. He was cut off from everyone he ever knew (and his baby brother was still dead for real and he wasn’t done grieving, probably never would be), and his talks with Bruce were never as long or as personal as he wanted them to be. He was surrounded by liars and killers and people who would happily stab him in the back if it could help them get ahead. Now he was one of them, was expected to lie and kill and stab people in the back to get himself ahead, and he wished he’d never agreed to this mission. When he saw him again, Dick was going to punch Bruce super hard. Right in the face. On top of all that Dick was feeling terrible for having resorted to casual sex, potentially his worst unhealthy coping mechanism (and he had a lot of those), just to feel a tiny bit human.

It didn’t even work.

This was probably the worst time for Dick to meet his third and final soulmate. Or, maybe it was the best.

But whichever one it was, it was at this time that Dick met Tiger.

“Dick Grayson, you are an idiot.” The man in front of him, Agent 1, was saying. Dick could tell mostly from reading his lips-- his ears were still ringing from the explosion. Someone was saying something into his com. Yelling at him, probably. He knew he fucked up. But he didn’t really have much more of an option.

Then Agent 1 was grabbing him by the waist and hoisting him up. Dick tried to focus more on how much his head was pounding and how much his knee hurt instead of the way his heart and stomach did somersaults at the man’s touch.

Dick didn’t even realize how much less gray the world was until hours later, when Alia finished aggressively chewing him out. She stormed out, slamming the door shut behind her hard enough to rattle the foundations of the old building. Then he looked down at the floor, suddenly exhausted, and a flash of an unfamiliar shade caught his eye.

The wooden tv stand (that he literally never used) was no longer gray, but instead a pale brown.

His head whipped around the room as a frantic buzzing sensation overtook him. The frame of his bed was brown, too, the same as the tv stand, and so was his bedside table, and the closet door, and the room door, and the window frame— and outside, the trees, the trunks of the trees were all a dark oak he’d never seen before.

Oh god, Dick thought, tugging at his hair. Oh fuck.

It could only mean one thing.

Dick didn’t have the time or energy to think about the fact that he’d just met his third (and final) soulmate. He pushed it out of his mind.

It wasn’t until over a month later, after their fight with the Paragon, that Dick and Tiger actually spoke for real. There was a pounding at Dick’s door, and Dick, wondering who it might possibly be since the only person who ever visited him was Helena and she never knocked, opened it.

Tiger was on the other side, looking harried, leaning on the doorframe. “Helena tells me we’re going to be partners from now on.” He said before Dick had to chance to even get out a greeting.

“Oh,” Dick swallowed, looking up at the man before him. “Okay, cool. It’s good to meet you officially.” He smiled.

Tiger frowned at him and shouldered his way into the room. “Don’t act coy.” He said. Dick closed the door behind him. “Have you told anyone that we are soulmates?”

“No.” Dick shook his head.

“Good. Keep it that way.”

Then there was a tense silence as the two men just stared each other down, neither sure what was going to happen next.

“So… is that all you came here for?” Dick said, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot. With his other two soulmates he’d fallen easily into friendship with them and then easily again into something more. But he didn’t really think he and Tiger started out on a very good note, and so he wasn’t sure where to go from here.

Lucky for Dick, though, he didn’t have to go anywhere. It was Tiger who took the three steps forward into his space. Dick didn’t back away. Something in the other spy’s face had opened up, and Dick could see Tiger was as uncertain as he was.

“I… am sorry. I don’t think I would make a very good soulmate for you.” Tiger said, looking down. “We should keep our relationship strictly professional.”

“Hey, now,” Dick said. “You’re not even gonna try, just because you have low self esteem or whatever? We all have baggage, dude. Why don’t you let me be the judge of whether or not you’d be a good soulmate to me?”

Tiger said nothing, so Dick continued.

“Besides, I… I could really use someone to be close to right now.”

That made Tiger look at him again. “You don’t belong here, Dick Grayson.” He said. “That I can tell.”

“Well I don’t really have anywhere else to go, so.” Dick shrugged. “Guess you’re stuck with me.”

“I guess I am.”

“You know,” Dick said. “Since we met I’ve spent a lot of time just looking in the mirror, since up until now my skin has been freaking gray like an alien, so thanks for that.”

Tiger hummed, bringing a hand up to Dick’s cheek. Dick leaned into the touch involuntarily. “You do have nice skin. It’s like dark honey.”

Dick smiled. His hands slid up to Tiger’s shoulders, pulling himself up and closer. “I have been told I’m very sweet.”

“We’ll see about that.” Tiger grumbled even as he started to lean in.

It was like a magnetic force between them, pulling them together like opposite poles. Their lips met, tentatively at first, then with much more confidence. It was a slow, heated kiss— the kind that spread a tingling warmth all throughout Dick’s body down to his toes. He pressed closer, deeper, with a small noise at the back of his throat. Tiger’s hand that wasn’t cupping his jaw made its way around his waist.

Dick only pulled back when he felt a bit of tongue starting to come into play.

“I think we’re gonna get along just fine.” Dick murmured against his soulmate’s lips, guiding them both towards the bed. “I think we’re gonna get along great.”

#this is kinda shit and it feels like its missing something but im posting anyway bc its 11:30 #dicktigerweek2019 #dicktigerweek #dicktiger #Tiger King of Kandahar #dick grayson #nightwing #writing #my writing

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diannaphantomfiction · 5 years

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Karivarry LifeSwap AU Writing Prompts. Prompt 8/15: First Meetings

THERE IS NOW A LIST OF CHARACTERS: HERE

Prompt requested by an anonymous @mewwitch. Here’s the Prompt:

If you are still taking prompts for the lifeswapAU, how about their first meetings with each other? Or maybe the first time they introduced each other as romantic partners?

I actually ended up splitting this into two stories, so their introductions as romantic partners will come next!

Kara huffed as she waited for the detective in front of her to uncuff her hands. This, sadly wasn’t exactly an unusual experience. Ever since she had gotten home, Lieutenant Maggie Sawyer had it out for her. As an ex-girlfriend of Alex’s, Kara had sort of assumed it was a way for her to grieve. But it wasn’t that, not anymore. It had gotten insane. Whenever something happened near Kara, Maggie found a reason to bring her in, especially if she thought the Arrow was involved. Now, Maggie wasn’t wrong per say. Kara was the Arrow, but she didn’t have any proof. Kara had made sure of that.

Kara leaned back in the interview room chair, crossed her arms, and glared at the two way glass. “Is this just going to be another time you hold me for 48 hours and hope you get the evidence you need to put me in jail, Lieutenant Sawyer? Because if so I’d like to make some calls.”

They didn’t answer and they made Kara wait, she wasn’t sure how long (she hadn’t gotten a look at a clock as they pushed her through the station to count the time) but she was quickly getting restless. Being locked in a small room wasn’t exactly helping. As she paced the room, pulling her hair out of it’s ponytail and twisting it into a braid as she considered picking up one of the chair and throwing through the two-way mirror. That wouldn’t help her though. In fact, it would be a reason to really arrest her.

Then, the door opened and Kara shifted her stance, moving her arms and widening her eyes to make herself appear more innocent and open. She didn’t recognize the man that stepped inside. He was tall, dressed in a well fitted three piece suit, and clearly conveying openness with his body language.

“Hello Ms. Danvers-Grant. My name is Oliver Queen. I’m a psychologist who often works with the police.”

“You’re here to prove I’m crazy I take it?”

Queen shook his head and gestured to the chair. “I’m just here to listen.”

Kara gave him a flat look. “I know Lieutenant Sawyer is watching on the other side of the glass. I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Then let’s prove her wrong.”

Kara glared at the glass as he sat down, but wiped her face back to the innocent face before sitting down. Queen asked her a lot of questions. About the island. About her family. About how she was re-accumulating. About her sleep cycles and her relationships. If she was making new friends. If she’d connected with old ones. How and if she relaxed. If she had nightmares. Kara gave away just enough to satisfy him, tearing up at the appropriate times, clenching her jaw and refusing to answer what she thought normal people would refuse to ask. Queen was kind, open, and understanding, not judging her or pushing too much.

He thanked her for her time and left the room as she wiped away fake tears. There. That should fool them.

“Well?” Maggie Sawyer asked as soon as Oliver closed the door.

Oliver raised an eyebrow at the Lieutenant. He was doing this as a favor to Lance and because he had a personal interest in the vigilante. But, he did not like Maggie Sawyer’s approach to finding out who the Arrow is. She’d gotten one thing in her mind and was harassing one person because she was ‘too different now.’ After five years of struggling to survive, torture, and being cut off from the world.

“Well, she’s a social chameleon with extreme PTSD that she is somehow functioning with and highly conditioned violent tendencies.”

“So, it’s her?”

Oliver snarled. “So, you’re attacking a woman because of completely understandable survival techniques and PTSD and I will be reporting you to your Captain and telling Ms. Danvers-Grant to take of a restraining order on you.”

He starts to walk away but she grabs his arm. “She fits your profile.”

“And I’m sure she’s not the only one, but I fully believe that if Ms. Danvers-Grant was the Arrow, with all the harassment she’s been undergoing at your hands, she would have snapped and attacked you as your tried to arrest her by now. I did my job. I gave you a profile as a favor for my father. Now do yours, Lieutenant.”

Oliver doubled over, breathing heavily as he tried to look around. The device Felicity and Mac had thrown together to speed him up in a last ditch effort to stop Zoom felt heavy against his chest and he was pretty sure the grass under his feet was smoking. Well, it had worked, because he was pretty sure he wasn’t in Central and it had only been about five minutes.

He was in the middle of a park, one in a city most likely judging by the amount of people in it, looking at him.

“Is that the Flash?”

“What is he doing here?”

“I’m sure Super… will be here soon.”

Wait, which Super? Had he run all the way to Metropolis? What the fuck? There was no way he’d gone that fast. Was that even possible? Seriously, that seemed like the type of thing that should rip even his body apart.

“Hey, Flash!” A man came running up and held a bottle of water out. Oliver just stared at the man in confusion. “You look like you need this.”

Oliver just blinked at him.

“What they don’t take care of you in Star?”

Aside from occasionally pulling him out of the way when he was injured, the citizens stayed out of his way. He didn’t mind, it was a safety thing. If he slowed down long enough for them to interact with him, there was a high chance he was about to get attack. When he was just on patrol, he just moved to fast to interact with. There were the kids that left drawings outside the lab and Felicity always brought the drawings inside to tac on the walls, but that was the most interaction he really got.

Oliver slowly took the water. “...Thanks.”

People started to point up at the sky, parents lifting their kids so they could get a better look, and Oliver saw a red and blue shape. Superman? No, there wasn’t a cape. Superboy. Central City. Okay, that actually made some sense. Central wasn’t on the other side of the country at least, just 600 miles away. ...no, it wasn’t any better. It was still way to fast.

Superboy landed gently and with more grace than Oliver had ever come to a stop with in his life. He was... gorgeous, with wide, green eyes that sort of sparkled and nice looking light brown hair. His body was proportioned just right, thin and tall, but not lanky or awkward. He moved like he had complete control over every cell.

“Flash, welcome to Central City! Sorry it took me some time to get to you. I heard you coming, but I didn’t know you could move that fast.”

And then he smiled at Oliver; a bright, wide smile that reached his eyes and shined like the sun. Oliver felt his heart drop to his stomach and a warmth spread through his chest and arms. He found himself smiling back, the idea of doing anything else seemed wrong. He recognized this feeling. It was the exact feeling he’d had the first time he’d seen Kara take down a thug in five seconds and then turn all her attention to him to make sure he was alright.

Shit.

Barry was probably more excited about this than he should be. He was a grown adult. He really should be this excited about being invited for a training exercise in Star City, but he didn’t really have superhero friends of his own. Diana and Bruce were Kal-El’s friends, and while Diana had always treated him like a beloved nephew, they didn’t exactly consider him an equal.

No, outside his team, Barry only had Oliver, the Flash. And Oliver had been nothing but kind and welcoming, often running to Central just to give Barry a hand or to get lunch with him. Barry reciprocated in turn, and he enjoyed their friendship. He wanted more than friendship, but he was willing to settle, because a life without Oliver sounded impossible. Oliver talked about the mysterious Arrow as much as he did everything else in his life put together. Barry knew love when he saw it. He’d seen it in Clark’s eyes when he spoke about Lois, and Diana’s when she spoke about Steve or Bruce and Oliver got that same look in his eyes when he spoke about the Arrow.

Oliver’s base was bursting at the seams. The teenagers had managed to huddle in one corner, masks off and phones out as they exchanged numbers and social media and funny pictures with their masks and hoods off. Felicity and Winn had grabbed Cisco and pulled him off to the tech and the three of them seemed to be having a grand time. The Black Canary and Siren were talking to Caitlin, all three of them still in their masks and seemed to be having some sort of subtle badass off. Diggle and John were standing next to each other and pretending they weren’t wearing the same exasperated expression.

Finally, Barry saw Oliver, standing off to the side with his domino mask hanging around his neck and suit unzipped just enough to make it a little more comfortable. He was smiling and laughing and Barry had to stop himself from happy floating. Nope. Not here in front of everyone. Not while Caitlin could see him and she would tell everyone. Iris would never let it go. Oh Rao, Len would never let it go. No happy flying.

“Hey, Barry!” Oliver smiled when he caught Barry’s eye and waved him over.

Barry headed over as slowly as he thought he could, wishing his suit had pockets so he’d have something to do with his hands. Then he saw who Oliver was talking to. She had to be the Arrow and yes, it turned out she was as gorgeous as Oliver implied. Her green suit was somehow both practical and completely feminine at the same time. Her long blonde hair fell down between her shoulder blades in a tight braid. Her eyes were so blue and just full of intelligence and determination.

“...warrior goddess…” Barry whispered.

Then the Arrow turned to look at him and Barry promptly tripped and cracked the concrete under him.

#fanfiction #Writing Prompts #Karivarry Life Swap AU #Arrow #The Flash #Supergirl #AU #prompt #Karivarry #Life Swap AU

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fantasies-become-your-legacy · 6 years

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Still taking prompts? Stuckony with established stucky trying to woo Tony who is almost willfully oblivious to their attempts, firmly believing that they could never want him when they have each other

YESSSsssssssssssSSSSSSSSSSsssss. Man, I love this type of shit.

It sort of got away from me BUT THE GIST OF YOUR PROMPT IS THERE I SWEAR~~~~~~~~~~

In nearly every room Tony walked into, he was the smartest person. He was used to that from a young age, it was almost commonplace. When he started meeting members of the Avengers and their associates, however, that certainty became challenged. To be frank, a challenge he revelled in. But, not by a long way, was Tony Stark ever considered to be the most foolish in a room.

Not unless he wanted to be.

Tony was observant, almost to a strange degree. After a brief amount of time with someone, he could remember nearly every tick of the other person. He knew Clint had a favouring to his left side, so always stood on it to speak with him. He knew Natasha had different teas for different mood, and which to keep stocked at what time. He knew when Thor was getting to locked in his own head and to ask him to help him test the suit in a spar to break the big guy out of his slumps. He knew a lot of minor details about everyone, nothing, not a lean or shuffle went unnoticed by Tony. So, yes, he was more than aware the super soldier duo were flirting with him. He just knew it was a lost cause to begin with.

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Steve and Bucky had been together on and off for as long as either of them could remember. Moving in together when they were younger was one of the happiness decisions of their lives, and the fact they could do the same now but didn’t have to hide their relationship was truly amazing. Bucky’s health had been steadily improving while living in the compound, so much so he has officially signed on as an Avenger. With the approval and recommendation of one Tony Stark. After all that had happened between them in Siberia, Bucky had assumed the worst. Stark wanted leverage over him. But when he went to visit Stark to see his demands, he walked away with an appointment to get his arm updated. The next visit saw a fully functioning arm, the next saw combat upgrades, the next an invitation to spar with the team (not just Steve and Natasha as he had been doing up to this point). It seemed Tony Stark didn’t want to hurt him, rather to help him. Bucky vowed to find out what his motives were right away.

Visiting the workshop was an accident at first. He was looking for the garage to take Steve’s bike out for a ride but found the workshop instead.

“You going to hover in the doorway all day or you coming in? I could actually use your help with something if you have a sec?” Tony asked, perched on a table to get a better angle at the suit hanging in front of him. Bucky silently came over, standing awkwardly, as if awaiting instructions. “Chill, blue steel, I just need you to try and rip the reactor out of this suit.”

“You need me to what?” Bucky squawked, looking down unconsciously at the reactor in Stark’s own chest.

“I took some severe damage to my suit when you tried it in Siberia. Now, that’s fine for me, I don’t need it to live anymore, rather it’s a precaution. But if this baby goes down in Rhodey’s suit, he’s trapped in a metal cage that he can’t get out of to run away from. That can’t happen. So, please, try to wreck this suit.”

It became commonplace after that. Tony would use Bucky as a durability tester on all his upgrades for the team. It actually helped him work out several bugs that he wouldn’t have noticed until a field test, by which it was too late by Tony’s opinion.

“You need to eat.” Tony stated abruptly one day, dropping a plate of sandwiches on Bucky’s lap. “Pastrami on rye, I know you can’t pass those bad boys up.” He knew for a fact they were the other man’s favourite.

“What?”

“We’ve been working for six hours straight, and you hadn’t eaten before you came down. Eat. I don’t want you passing out on me.”

“Careful, Shellhead, it sounds like you care.” Bucky teased.

“Of course, I care. Steve won’t try and break my stuff, you’re the only test dummy I have.” He winked before returning to the bow in front of him.

It was then he went from ‘Stark’ to ‘Tony’ in Bucky’s mind.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Realising he was in love with Tony took a little longer.

Bucky had taken to hanging out in the workshop when he wasn’t working with Tony. Something he knew Steve used to do before everything that happened, happened. He’d sit in the corner of the room on the couch on his laptop, catching up on things he’d missed, or just reading. It was peaceful.

“I really like having you down here.” Tony said out of the blue. “It’s nice not being alone down here again, sort of feels like we’re all coming back together again.”

“Do you want us all to be together?” Bucky asked carefully, knowing the accords and what went down was a lot of mental pain for the genius.

“I want my family back.”

Somehow, after that, Steve came to the workshop again.

The three of them were tense at first, unsure how Steve would fit in this new dynamic, but for no reason. Within the week Steve’s painting supplies retook their old home in the corner, Bucky and Tony started taking regular breaks so they all could eat together, Tony didn’t flinch when Steve touched him. Things were becoming a new normal that suited them all.

Until Bucky screwed it up.

Well, he thought he had. Or rather, he was going to.

There had been a gala, a black-tie event hosted by the Maria Stark foundation to raise money for city repairs after the last attack on New York. Tony had organised the most lavish event and ensured the Avengers were all in attendance. All was going well, he was drinking, dancing with Steve, all in all having the best night he’d had in a while. Then something strange happened.

Rather, then Strange happened.

Some surgeon, (established, rich, asshole surgeon), had been by Tony’s side for far too long. Bucky felt jealously burn in his chest when he saw that prick making Tony laugh or touching his arm or standing entirely too close for people who had just met. It was enough to make Bucky’s blood boil.

Few things in life are certain: the grass is green, the sky is blue, Steve Roger’s is a terrible liar, and you can tell exactly what Bucky Barnes is thinking by the look on his face. This particular fact was know very well by Steve Rogers, who caught the look and was by Bucky’s side again in a flash.

“You too, huh?” Steve sighed, glaring over at Tony and the surgeon.

“Me what too?” Bucky snapped his head to Steve in confusion.

“You’re jealous—”

“I just think Tony shouldn’t be wasting his time with some—”

“—because you like him too.” That gave Bucky a moment for pause.

“Of course I like him, he’s my closest friend after you.”

“No, Buck, you have feelings for Tony.”“What?” He laughed, shaking his head in disbelief, before looking over at Tony and seeing that stupid crinkle his eyes do when he laughs, which was too adorable to be fair really and—“Oh my god I like Tony.”

“Welcome to the club, pal.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For Steve, it had been a long time coming.

Falling in love with Tony just came so naturally to him that it wasn’t a shock when he realised it. More of an Oh, of course it’s you. It’s been you all along.

They’d all been in the workshop, Tony under the bottom of some old car while Bucky was under the hood. The two of them were set on making this old Corvette pristine again, Tony even built a new smart engine for her. Steve watched on affectionately as Tony rolled out from underneath, looked up at Bucky and smiled. One of those big smiles that reached his eyes and makes them crinkle in a way that’s all too adorable to be fair. Then he turned that damned look to Steve and everything clicked.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As soon as they realised their joint affections, and that both of them wanted to bring Tony into the relationship, the super soldier duo set to romancing the genius.

Flowers were sent to the workshop with the note To brighten your day as much as you brighten ours. Tony had laughed and attributed it to a prank from Clint.

Bucky had the genius idea of breaking a part off of his arm, so Tony had to repair it, but that only got him a long, angry lecture and an “I told you so” from Steve.

Steve tried chocolate covered strawberries which Tony immediately threw out as Pepper was coming over that day.

The pair were becoming exhausted trying to think of new methods to woo Tony. The rest of the Avengers caught on when they made sure Tony had to sit between them at movie night, Tony just thought sitting next to the ‘two space heaters’ was a solution to his always being cold.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“You need a hand with this, doll?” Bucky smiled easily as he took a stack of papers out of Tony’s arms.

“Yeah actually, can you get Bruce to help me categorise these mission reports?”

“I can help.”

“You hate paperwork.” Tony pointed out warily.

“So do you, so let me help and it will be over quicker.” Bucky continued, heading for the office with the now dumbfounded Tony looking on behind.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Oh! I got it!” Steve rushed out to grab the door ahead of Tony, who only looked up at him in confusion.

“I have hands?”

“Yeah, no, I know. I just, I didn’t want you spilling your coffee, and I was here so I thought I’d just get it.”

“Right…thank you, I guess.” Tony said warily, walking through and shaking Steve’s weird behaviour off.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“It’s your favourite flower, right?” Steve smiled, rocking back on the balls of his feet as he waited for Tony’s reaction to his painting.

“They are. Steve, its beautiful but you didn’t have to paint me anything. Let me pay you at least, this is far too much effort for me.”

“Tones no, it’s a gift. Buck was saying you wanted to keep flowers, but you suck at keeping plants alive. Can’t kill a painting.” He beamed, proud of his logic. Tony actually laughed at that.

“That’s fair. Huh…I didn’t think he was listening to me ramble. Good to know. Thank you, Steve, I mean it.”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tony Stark was observant, almost to a strange degree. After a brief amount of time with someone, he could remember nearly every tick of the other person. He knew Steve hated the cold more than he did, so made sure Friday kept the heat at an even temperature in every room he was in. He knew that Bucky hated confined spaces, so made sure always to hold training in a room with windows so he never felt trapped. He knew they were both trying to woo him.

Tony Stark was never considered to be the most foolish in a room.

Not unless he wanted to be.

He knew all too well the soldiers cared for him. Cared for…wrong wording. Were interested in Tony. Crushes and infatuations happened all the time, he was no stranger to it. The soldiers wanted to try something new in their relationship, then Tony would be cast aside when the next new thing came along. He was a fad, a fun idea, nothing more. And nothing would happen. His heart wouldn’t take it if it did.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was when Peter came to the compound for training and Steve and Bucky both immediately jumped on him, offering to help him with his homework or sparring, Tony finally blew up.

“What is your problem?” Tony growled, pulling them into a meeting room while Happy quizzed peter on his various web functions.

“What are you talking about! We just wanted to help out with the kid.” Bucky smiled innocently.

“You hate kids.” Tony shot back.

“Yeah, under the age of five. This one’s cool.” Tony rolled his eyes and ignored that, turning on Steve.

“You! You can’t lie for shit, what are you two up to?”

“Nothing! We’re just trying to help you out!”

“Because I’m so useless right?” Tony laughed, leaving the other two confused.

“I’m sorry what?”

“Doll, what’re you talking about?”

“I know exactly what you two have been doing. Holding doors, helping with paperwork, making sure I eat, you make me take breaks from my work because you think I can’t do anything by myself! You treat me like a damn child!”“We were trying to be sweet!” Bucky defended.

“By treating me like some helpless damsel who can’t walk two feet without a big strong man there to protect her? Look, I understand what you two have been trying to do, and I’m not interested.” Steve and Bucky’s hearts immediately sank.

“You aren’t?”

“Look, Steve, ten years ago I’d have jumped at the chance of a threesome with you too but that isn’t me anymore. I can’t do flings. My last relationship was a five-year thing, I’m a relationship guy now I don’t sleep around. Not even for you two. I’m sorry.”

“Wait,” Steve grabbed Tony’s wrist as he tried to leave. “We don’t want to just sleep with you, we want to be with you. Together, all of us.”

“It would never work.” Tony said immediately pulling away. “You’d get bored, you’d get jealous—”

“We both want you, doll, it won’t be like that, we just wanted to ask you to try—” Bucky began before he was cut off.

“We can’t! It wouldn’t work! Don’t think I didn’t notice how jealous you got at the gala when I was only with Stephen.” That was the last straw for Bucky, who let of an exasperated laugh.

“Oh, he’s Stephen now! Please, Tony, tell me you wouldn’t be jealous if you saw someone flirting with the man you loved!”

“Flirting! He’s an old friend, who is happily engaged. How dare you even—wait. Loved?” Tony shook his head, his mouth trying to form words he couldn’t think of.

“Yes. Love.” Steve smiled a little. “You thought this was just some game to us?”

“You guys are so perfect together I just…I can’t see—I can’t see why you’d still want me too.” Bucky caught Tony’s chin and tilted his head up to look at them. “Because you’re everything we’ve been missing and more. You’re our missing piece. It feels like we’ve been waiting our whole lives for you. And I refuse to lose you because you’re scared. I love you.”

“I love you.” Steve echoed.

In nearly every room Tony walked into, he was the smartest person. You didn’t need to be a genius, however, to know what he was feeling. Few things in life are certain: the grass is green, the sky is blue, Steve Roger’s is a terrible liar, you can tell exactly what Bucky Barnes is thinking by the look on his face, and Tony Stark wears his heart on his sleeve.

“I love you both too.”

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Could I ask for a Hades/Persephone au with Hades!Jason thinking he doesn't deserve love until Persephone!Dick happens

On the surface, this looks like an easy AU but then I look into the myth of it and everything gets a little (a lot) wonky. I did enjoy writing this though, and this would definitely be something I’d enjoy writing more of!

Bleeding Heart

When the war against the Titans had been won and it was time to choose domains, Jason had been expected to get his pick first. He had been the oldest of the three of them, but Bruce had been the strongest, and the greediest. He’d taken control of the sky and all of her children while their third brother got the sea. Jason had been forced to choose last and he had been stuck with the domain of death.

It wasn’t an easy task, he had to judge the souls coming in and keep a watch over Tartarus ignoring the call of Kronos while Bruce fucked all the women he pleased up on the surface. The only one he was able to talk to frequently was Tim, who brought the souls down to him for judgement. He had to be fair to the souls which meant punishing some and giving others eternal paradise. He would think of the souls there and wonder what it was like to live in happiness forever.

The other souls were given their punishments and Jason did his best to be creative and to give them something that would lead them to paradise if they could just think. Whenever he saw how they got bogged down by their own selfishness he thought that maybe it was a good thing he was trapped in the underworld. Gods and man alike, he couldn’t understand how they acted for themselves and themselves alone.

He didn’t understand for the longest time and then Jason saw him.

Jason had been making his way to Olympus when he flew over the vast fields near the ocean. Walking along the cliffside, collecting flowers in his golden arms was one of the most beautiful beings Jason had seen in his life. Jason had seen the birth of Aphrodite and even she didn’t compare to this being. His raven hair shone in the sunlight like silk and even though he was high up in the sky, Jason felt as if he was drowning in the beautiful blue of those sapphire eyes.

The meeting at Olympus barely registered in Jason’s head, for he was unable to forget that beautiful man he had seen on the cliffside. He wasn’t pulled from his thoughts until Demeter announced that she would like to introduce the council to her son. She brought him in and Jason’s eyes went wide. The beautiful creature was a god, and he looked even more radiant on Olympus as he bowed to the council, a smile on his face and called himself “Dick”

At one point he looked into Jason’s eyes and everything else fell away as a pink flush colored his cheeks, like rose petals had been brushed onto his skin.

Jason didn’t know what came over him when after the meeting he swept Dick away and brought him down into the Underworld. He didn’t feel any regret for his actions until Dick looked at him with tears in his eyes and shook his head, stepping back from Jason in fear.

He tried to apologize but Dick wouldn’t listen, not when he gave Dick free reign over his palace and the rest of the Underworld. Not when Jason made him the most beautiful gardens he could filled with flowers and trees and plants that were more beautiful than anyone could ever dream of. Dick had secluded himself in the gardens instead, choosing to stay there instead of in the gardens Jason had given him.

Souls poured into the Underworld as the results of Demeter’s grief. They spoke of cold and darkness, some even said the Underworld was nice compared to what the world above had become. It seemed as though the whole world had been thrown into misery because of Jason’s selfishness.

It didn’t stop there.

Bruce had demanded Jason return Dick to Olympus and to the world above, and Jason knew that if he returned the young god, he would never see him again. When the day came to return Dick to the world above, Jason gave him a handful of pomegranate seeds to eat while he waited for Hermes to bring him back and Dick ate half. He was Jason’s for half the year now, and that was enough for him.

Dick had warmed to him over the years, it was a gradual thing, but Jason watched as he went from moping in the gardens to exploring the rest of the Underworld. He still barely spared Jason a glance, but it was progress. At the beginning of what had come to be called autumn, Jason would rise to the surface and offer his hand to Dick to bring him to the Underworld. Dick never took it until one autumn.

Jason rose to the surface in his dark chariot, offering his hand to the young god of spring, expecting to be brushed off when Dick took it, stepping into the chariot.

“How is everything?” Dick asked and Jason was so surprised he stared stupidly at him until Dick rolled his eyes.

“Everything is good,” Jason said. “There was that nonsense with Orpheus and Eurydice if you heard of it. The command was simple, don’t look back and you can be with your love for eternity. Evidently that was too difficult for them. But Bruce was still upset with me for being too harsh on them.”

Dick laughed and it was the first time Jason had ever heard the sound come from his mouth. “He was mad with you? Why not be mad with the lovers? You have always been too gracious with your souls. In my time with you I have realized that it is often their own egos that prevent them from Elysium.”

“That is what I have been thinking for centuries now,” Jason said. For years he’d thought he was alone in this thought, but someone actually agrees with him.

“Are you…you just smiled,” Dick said as he looked at Jason with wide eyes and a large grin on his face. “In all the time I have spent with you, I have not once seen you smile.”

“I haven’t had much to smile over,” Jason said. “Judging souls and keeping watch over a wilting flower are hardly enough to keep one happy.”

“What if the flower isn’t wilting anymore?” Dick asked as he looked at Jason. They touched down next to the large palace and Jason stepped down, holding a hand out for Dick. “What if it’s found a way to flourish?”

Jason didn’t quite know what to do or say. Dick had never been this nice to him, they’d barely spoken in all the seasons that Jason had spent in his company. It was quite pleasant. “Then perhaps,” Jason said as he looked at Dick. “I might be inclined to smile more.”

Dick took his hand and stepped out of the chariot. “How are my gardens? Have you been taking care of them?” He asked as he walked with Jason. Normally, Dick went ahead of him and straight to the large area of plants that surrounded the palace. It had started out small, but Jason had let it spread and now there was a small forest around the palace.

“I have to the best of my ability,” Jason said. “But you must understand, I don’t know much about many of your flowers and vines, so it is hard to make them flourish.” When Dick is gone, parts of the garden become overgrown and Jason can’t do much to stop it.

“I’ll have to show you how to take care of it then,” Dick said as he pressed a hand to the side of one of the large bushes that acted as a wall. Jason had seen the results of Dick’s powers before, but it was rare that he saw them in action. The leaves and branches came to life and moved away, forming a doorway and Dick stepped inside the verdant colorful landscape, looking at home there. Jason hovered in the doorway, unsure if he should follow when Dick looked over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”

“Only if you wish it,” Jason said.

“I do,” Dick replied and Jason stepped through. He was afraid that if he stepped onto the soft grass and moss that it would wither under his feet, but it stayed green. Dick was already ahead of him, hand out, and the plants moving according to his wishes into something more orderly. The buds on the flowers bloomed as Dick walk past them, releasing sweet perfumes into the air and Jason followed quietly behind.

The garden was quiet minus their footsteps and the sounds of the plants growing as they walked. It weighed down on his shoulders and Jason wondered if the silence ever bothered his companion.

“If you wanted,” Jason said. “I could put birds and other creatures in this garden for you so the silence isn’t as heavy.”

“Can you do that?” Dick asked.

“I can,” Jason replied. “Birds, rabbits, butterflies, bees, all of their souls are things that pass on, and all of them can be given new life here.”

Dick looked at him for a long moment before he plucked a pink flower from one of the vines and moved up to Jason, reaching up to tuck it behind his ear. “I would love that,” he said, voice soft. His hand lingered on Jason’s ear before he pulled it away.

Jason cupped his hands in front of his chest and when he opened them, there was a small bird resting there. He released it and more life followed, birds of different sizes, colors and shapes, butterflies, bees, and even small deer and rabbits that looked at them before they retreated into the underbrush.

When Jason let his hands drop he was hit by a warm weight and two golden arms wrapped around him. Dick was…hugging him. “That was beautiful,” Dick said as he pulled back, his eyes were sparkling and his skin was glowing warm like Apollo’s sun chariot. Jason felt something warm bloom in his chest, Dick’s hand was sliding up the skin and he looked at it before looking back into Jason’s eyes and leaning in.

Their lips brushed together and Jason’s eyes fell shut. Dick’s lips were softer than rose petals and they were warm on his skin. This close, Jason could smell Dick, the floral, earthy scent that clung to him. Then Dick was gone and Jason felt a chill where Dick’s body had been pressed against his mere moments before.

“I think,” Dick said as he tucked some of his hair behind his ear. “I will come to cherish my time here more than I do my time above.” Dick reached forward and took Jason’s hand in his own. “Now come, let me show you this place and see your smile again.”

Jason couldn’t help the grin that took over his face as his love finally began to love him back.

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