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crystalskiesandcherrywine · 1 month

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The sound of the waves collide // Part One

Hello everyone, this is my first time writing. I just couldn't stop thinking about Feyd and how his story could have been different. So please don't be too hard on this. This is just the first part and I cannot wait to write more (smutty) chapters.

By the way, I cannot listen to Deftones without thinking of him.

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Na Baron Feyd Rautha x Atreides!Reader

FxM

All feedback is welcome <3

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You are Paul´s sister and after his love match to Princess Irulan it is on you to marry Na Baron Feyd ratha Harkonnen. And while you fear the unknown, there is a feeling in your gut that it may be more right for you than anything else in the known universe.

Part One // Part Three // Part Four

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There was no turning back once the decision was made. You were destined to marry Feyd Rautha and bear his heir, the Kwizadz Chaderach. It meant leaving behind your home, your family and though you never expected to miss her, even the Reverend Mother who visited your family so often. All the time you had spent learning the ways of the Bene Gesserit, the education your mother had given you it seems like they could continue forever. Only now did you understand the sadness that flickered in your mother's eyes when you complained about the long hours of the voice rehearsing or the never-ending combat training. She knew, even before you were conceived, that they were counted. Time was almost an abstract concept to you - the passing of the day in your home, surrounded by the warmth and love of your family, was such a natural environment f, while your mother knew full well that you would leave them when the time came.

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The news of your impending betrothal was so sudden and yet so expected. Paul's marriage to the Princess Irulan had been planned for some time and would take place in two weeks' time.

"We will travel to the Padisha Empreros home for the celebration." Duke Leto announced. You will also meet your fiancé there. A week after that he will take you to Geidi Prime".

You nodded briefly - there was no argument. And your pride would not allow it - after all, it would mean disappointing not only your father, but everyone in your family who poured their love, knowledge and kindness into your upbringing and training. But you couldn't help but notice a slight tension in Paul's muscles and jaw as he listened to your father speak.

As you left your father's hall, you took his hands in yours and let him out into the courtyard where you would be undisturbed. Lush green grass swallowed the sound of your footsteps and fresh sea air touched your skin. This palace was always your home and with Paul always at your side it felt like the most safe space in the universe. Not even the test by your Reverend Mother, the danger of the Gom Jabbar at your neck, the pain of the metal box she used could change that.

"Don't worry about me, brother"

"And yet I do. Feld Ruatha is a brave warrior, but he is not known for his kindness. Rumours of his violent outbursts are well known. And his concubines are said to be vile creatures who feast on human flesh and encourage him to take pleasure in the pain of others. Baron Vladimir has moulded him into a being without fear, but also without pity. He has passed the test as we have, and yet I am not sure he is truly human".

You felt a mixture of fear and anger rise in you.

"And yet my fate is sealed, as is yours. There is no way out, so let us not wish for one".

Suddenly, Paul pulled you into an embrace so tight it almost knocked the air out of your lungs.

"May your heart stay as brave as it is now, dear sister."

And then you cannot hold back the tears, feeling the sense of security and love that seems to escape you with every passing heartbeat.

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The preparations for your departure are a whirlwind. Paul's belongings, his books and his swords are gathered, as are yours. When almost everything is packed, you find a small glass box with a tiny fir tree inside and a note from your father, "A bit of home to take with you". Carefully, you place the box on top of the things you have already collected. But then you decide otherwise and place it next to a smaller box containing your jewelry, to be transported to your cabin instead of the cargo.

Your brother's wedding to Princess Irulan attracts all the Great Houses to the Emperor's planet Kaitain. There are more ships than you can count, and even more navigators from the Space Guild, their faces covered with a sickly cloud of smoke from under their helmets. All of them dependent on spice. The one fabric that seems to bind all your worlds together. With Paul marrying the Irulan princes and taking over Arrakis, the Harkonnens could not simply be cast aside. So the Emperor made your match with his heir Na Baron Feud Rautha. Or so he thinks, and yet it was Bene Gesserit's plan all along. Princess Irulan seems to understand this too, for she sends for you the day after your arrival. You feel honoured by the invitation, but also a little nervous. As soon as you enter her chamber, you curtsy to her.

"Princess, thank you for the invitation"

"Please call me Irulan, as we are to be family for three days. Please join me for a walk"

You nod and follow her through the light-filled halls. Hers and your ladies-in-waiting follow close behind.

"I have a present for you," she says, her eyes twinkling.

You are not sure what to make of it. You are both familiar with the teachings of the Bene Gesserit, and you know that the gift is more than just that. You enter a small room with a single table and a small metal plate on it. "It is a book about the Harkonnen, their house and their planet Geidi Prime. You can find any information that might be useful." Your cheeks flush pink as you realize the meaning. Princess Irulan knows what her love match with Paul has cost you. That he should have been a girl to marry a Harkonnen and yet Lady Jessica decided otherwise and by disobeying her orders made you the one to live on the inhospitable planet.

"Thank you for your generosity, Irulan"

"There is nothing to thank me for," she says, leaving you alone in the room.

As soon as you have returned to your chambers, you will find Lady Jessica waiting for you.

"You are to meet Feyd Rautha tonight before the banquet."

"I understand."

"This is your chance to make the right impression. Remember, fear is a small death"

"Yes, mother."

A lush green dress has been laid out for you, with small gold clasps at the shoulders and tiny glass beads forming leaf shapes around the bodice and hood of the dress. As the dress reaches the floor, it still feels as if you are not wearing enough to protect yourself. As your ladies-in-waiting prepare your hair, you try to calm yourself. When all is said and done, your family is summoned to the Emperor's Hall - as soon as you enter it feels like your skin is on fire, you feel like someone is watching you and then your eyes meet a muscular figure standing at the feet of the emperor´s throne. He is more of a statue, perhaps, than he is a man - hairless, with trained muscles and contrasting black uniform and piercing blue eyes. Everything else seems to fade away, narrowed down to this moment, your heartbeat and the intense gaze of Na Baron Feed Rautha Harkonnen.

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ramblingoak · 9 months

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kisses to keep your lover quiet during sex a risque liaison at a regency ball with you know whooooo 💜

I do know who, our dear Regency!Terzo! I was happy to visit him again for you Cake 💙

One Dance ~ regency!Terzo x female reader

thank you to @writingjourney for the Duca Terzo art 💙

(alternate universe featuring Duca (Duke) Terzo Emeritus, nsfw, 18+ only mdni, 3K words)

~ Duca Terzo Emeritus was too charming for his own good ~

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You never should have danced with Terzo Emeritus.

The Duca had shown up to town a few months ago and it was all anyone had been talking about since. Your sister wouldn’t stop chattering about his accent. Your parents wouldn’t stop discussing his heritage. Even your uncle had stopped by wanting to gossip about how much he and his family was worth. Meanwhile your friends only cared about how his ass looked in his riding pants.

It might not have been so bad if you didn’t seem to keep running into him everywhere. No matter what day of the week, no matter what time of the day the Duca always seemed to be there. Not only that, but he always seemed to go out of his way to say hello and offer to accompany you to whatever shop you were going to. You did your best to stay kind, but you were always firm in declining his company, much to the dismay of your friends that were usually with you.

You just didn’t want to play whatever game the Duca seemed to want to play with you, no matter how handsome or charming he was. There was no way he would single you out of every other available person in your town. So whatever his plan was for you, you weren’t going to give in no matter how handsome or charming he was. Anyone could fake being charming anyway and you would know, you had to do this during every dance your parents forced you to attend. Faking being interested in whatever some lord or lady was talking to you about was something you had become very skilled at, much to the chagrin of your mother.

You knew they meant well, the dances you attended weren’t just for fun. At some point, and soon, you would need to find a husband. ‘Preferably someone with money’ was your mother’s number one request. Your father agreed with that to a point, but he mostly just wanted you to be happy. He had given you a lot more freedom to find someone than many of your friends got, but you knew that at some point time would run out.

“What about the Duke?” Your mother reached out to adjust your necklace, but you batted her hand away. “He would make a fine husband.”

“Why, because he’s rich?”

She huffed and sat back in the carriage at your comment.

“Yes, because he’s rich. But he’s attractive and seems to be a kind, jovial man. What’s wrong with that?”

“Mother, he's so fake! And full of himself! Terzo Emeritus is a vain, arrogant, egotistical man who cares more about the state of his hair and his ridiculous makeup than anything else.”

“Well, he knows how to dance at least. So please, just dance with him once?” When you refused to look her way she reached out for your hand and gave it a squeeze. “One dance to please your dear mother, who won’t be around forever.”

“Ok, fine. One dance!” You pulled your hand away and crossed your arms as you watched the trees around the Emeritus estate go by. “But nothing more.”

“Of course, dear. Nothing more.”

You really couldn’t blame your mother for trying to encourage a connection to the Emeritus family. They had been around for a long time and had many connections all over Europe. Terzo was one of four brothers, but he was the only one since you were a child that had decided to spend time at Impera House. You had never seen it up close yourself, but had heard many tales of the grand ballroom, the beautiful artwork and the expansive garden.

If only you could visit without having to deal with the owner.

Thankfully upon entering the ballroom and going through the embarrassing announcement process you found your friends and were able to stay out of the way of everyone. A few of them left from time to time to participate in the dancing and you hated the small pang of jealousy you felt. While you had been asked by a few gentlemen you had declined, not wanting to risk seeing the Duca. You’d had enough wine to make your tongue loose and despite your mother’s wish for you to dance with him at least once, you didn’t think you’d be able to spend even a second with him without snapping.

“I’m sure he’s not so bad, once you get to know him.”

You rolled your eyes at your friend Meg, turning your back to the dancing to respond.

“Oh please, the Duca is probably the most insufferable person to be around.” Meg’s eyes widened at your words and she opened her mouth to respond, but you kept going. “He can prance around in those too tight pants of his all he wants, he’s just like every other rich fool around here. Spoiled, lazy and not worth my time.”

“Ah dolcezza, are my pants really too tight?”

You froze at the sound of the Duca’s voice. Meg mouthed a sorry at you and then scampered away. Taking a deep breath and plastering a smile on your face you turned around to face the man. He was wearing the odd makeup that his family was known for, a white and black design that was reminiscent of a skull. You had asked your father about it but he’d only muttered about people with lots of money being odd so you’d let it go. His strange eyes, one green and one white, were focused on you.

“Duca Terzo, my apologies. I didn’t realize you were sneaking up on me.”

You immediately winced and silently cursed the wine you had drank. Fortunately, Terzo didn’t look angry. If anything he looked amused.

“Do not worry, I take no offense.” He stepped a bit closer and held out a white gloved hand. “However, I will require a dance in order to forgive you.”

Damn him. You glanced from his hand to his face, biting your lip trying to think of a way out of it. When you chanced a look around you your eyes immediately caught sight of your mother. The look on her face telling you that you had no other options. A heavy sigh left you when you tentatively placed your hand in his.

“One dance.”

Terzo flashed you a grin and started walking backwards as he led you to the dance floor. The crowd quickly parted around you both, all eyes watching as Terzo stopped in the middle of the twirling couples. He held your one hand aloft and as he slipped his other around your waist you placed your free one on his shoulder. With a quick tug he pulled you closer, far closer than was necessary, and leaned down so his mouth was near your ear.

“I’ll only need the one, dolcezza.”

Before you could respond he quickly started moving around the floor, easily leading you along with the music. You decided to keep your mouth shut, not wanting to get yourself into any more trouble. The last thing you wanted was to owe this man anything else. You tried to watch the other dancers but after you stumbled a few times and found yourself held even tighter by Terzo you relented to stare at the man himself.

His clothes were immaculate and no doubt expensive. A white silk shirt tucked into black pants. The coat he wore was a deep purple, a color not normally worn by men, but of course Terzo pulled it off like no other. The material was soft like velvet and you found yourself stroking the fabric with your fingers. The white gloves he always wore were soft too and your skin tingled when he stroked his thumb across your wrist slowly and steadily. When your pulse began to race at the feeling you glared at him and gave his hand a rough squeeze.

“Quit that at once.”

“Quit what, dolcezza?”

“Touching me.” When a few heads turned your way you risked leaning your head closer to his so you could lower your voice. “You are acting entirely too familiar.”

“It would be hard to dance with you and not touch, wouldn’t you say?” You held your breath when he leaned closer as well, close enough that his breath rustled the hair around your ear. “You should relax. Enjoy yourself and let me show you off. Ok, dolcezza?”

“Stop calling me that!”

More heads turned your way when your whisper came out far too loudly. Terzo had the nerve to roll his eyes, but he at least leaned back a bit.

“Quit that, stop this…I’m starting to think you don’t like me very much.”

“You would be correct sir, I don’t like you.”

His exaggerated pout made your blood boil. A grown man pouting while wearing that ridiculous paint of his, it was ridiculous. This whole thing was ridiculous. You needed to get away. As you both continued to spin around the floor you waited until you were by the nearest door and took a deep breath. Right by the entrance you stamped your foot as hard as you could onto his, smirking when he swore in Italian and stumbled back a few steps.

“Ai, dolcezza, what the fu–”

Terzo caught himself at the last minute, realizing the amount of eyes on the both of you. His irritated look quickly melted away, but you could still see it in his eyes. The white one making you freeze in place for a moment before you shook your head and took your chance.

“Oh! Duca Terzo I am so sorry! I think I had too much wine!” You placed a hand on your forehead to play up the act, trying to hide your gleeful smile when you saw him gritting his teeth. “Please excuse me, I need to get some air.”

Before he could respond you turned and rushed towards the hall, your hands gripping the skirt of your dress to prevent you from tripping. With no real idea where you were going you made your way down the corridor as quickly as you could, passing door after door. You really did need some air, so your hope was eventually finding an exit to hide outside until you felt up to looking for your mother.

At the thought of your mother you groaned. There was no doubt in your mind she had seen your little act. The carriage ride home would be full of her lecturing. You sighed as you reached a dead end, dropping your skirt and putting a hand on your stomach as you tried to catch your breath. Maybe you could just find a horse and run away…your parents had your little sister and she was practically salivating at the prospect of marrying whichever rich aristocrat your mother could find for her.

“Miss?” You yelped when a timid voice behind you interrupted your thoughts. “Miss, are you looking for the gardens?”

“Oh, yes. Please!”

The man was dressed head to toe in black, wearing a strange silver mask, but you couldn’t bring yourself to spend time thinking of why. A family that wore skull makeup would certainly have odd uniforms for some of their employees. When he pointed down the corridor to your right you thanked him and started that way, but you immediately froze when you heard Terzo’s voice echo from down the hall.

“Dolcezza!”

“Shit.” Once more you grabbed your skirt and rushed past the masked man. “Thank you!”

The further you got down the hallway the cooler the air became and you even started to be able to smell a heavy floral scent in the air. Near the end of the hall you saw light coming in from the outside and you quickly turned and found yourself running onto a large stone patio. Beyond that laid one of the most expansive gardens you had ever seen. Even in the moonlight you could see the bright colors of flowers that adorned trees and bushes. When Terzo’s footsteps hit the stone you turned around and narrowed your eyes as he continued to walk towards you.

“For the love of Satan, stop running away!”

You grunted when your back hit the railing and glared at him.

“Why? So you can try to charm me out of my dress?”

“Aspetta, cosa? What are you talking about?”

“Oh please, don’t act all innocent, you're really not good at it.” The bewildered look on his face just made you more angry. “Why else would you be bothering me all the time?!”

“Bothering you?”

“Yes! Following me around town and trying to be nice to me all the time.”

“Since when is being nice a crime?!”

“Since it’s you!”

Terzo froze and stared at you for a moment with his mouth hanging open. His hair was no longer neatly combed back, inky black tendrils starting to fall across his forehead.

“Dolcezza, you have it all wrong.” Terzo reached up and ran a hand over his hair, but when he looked down at the ground it just fell forward again. “I have been doing these things because…merda. Because I like you.”

“You like me?”

He stepped closer and you resisted the urge to run away again. Your heart had begun to beat faster at his admission. He couldn’t be serious! This had to just be some stupid game for him. You jumped when he waved a hand in front of your face, pushing it away when he tried to take your hand.

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“But…but you don’t even know me!”

“I do though, dolcezza. I’ve seen how you carry yourself, how you treat the others around you.” Terzo reached out to take your hand and you were too stunned to protest. “I watched you give a woman the shawl off your shoulders on a cold day and I watched you punch a man in the nose when he leered at your sister.”

“Yes, well, he deserved it.” You nervously fingered your necklace as his thumb rubbed the back of your other hand. “This is not what I expected.”

“What did you expect?”

You watched him bring your hand up to his mouth and a shuddering breath left you when he pressed a kiss to the back of it. When he lowered it you could see a mark from the black makeup on his upper lip on your skin.

“I expected you to try to woo me and get under my dress.”

A roguish smirk appeared on his face and he moved so there was barely any space between you.

“Well dolcezza, those are things I planned on doing.” Terzo chuckled when you slapped at him, easily grabbing your hand when you tried to do it again. “How about we start with the wooing and then we can worry about getting that dress off, ok?”

“You’re horrible.” He gave you a soft smile which you couldn’t help but return. “I’m sorry about stomping on your foot.”

“I’d be willing to forgive you on one condition.” You held your breath as Terzo bit his lip and lowered his head towards yours. “You give me one kiss.”

“Just one?”

“One for now, I’m sure many more to come.”

You took a deep breath and gave him a small nod, ignoring the smug look he got.

“Alright, just one kiss.”

Timidly, because you unfortunately didn’t have a lot of kissing experience, you placed a hand on his chest and leaned your head up towards his. It was hard not to become mesmerized by his eyes, especially with them sparkling in the moonlight, so you looked down at his painted lips. He slowly slid an arm around your back, much like he had done while you were dancing, and gently pulled you closer. Both of you stopped when there was barely any space between your mouths and remained still for a few heartbeats.

“Dolcezza…”

“Shut up, Terzo.”

You quickly pressed your lips to his before your courage disappeared. His were warm and pliant under yours, only moving when you did. It was clear he didn’t want to scare you off, but now that you were kissing him, kissing Duca Terzo, the man you had spent months loathing you suddenly and desperately wanted more. You let go of his hand and reached up to hold his cheek, brushing a thumb across the painted skin as you let go of your timidness and pressed yourself against his body.

With a groan that vibrated in his chest he opened his mouth under yours, nipping at your bottom lip to get you to do the same. When you did he pressed his tongue inside, stroking it against your own. You tried to match his movements, your hand on his chest gripping his shirt while both of his slid down your back to hold you tighter against him. Terzo tilted his head to change the angle, somehow making the kiss deeper. Your tongues dueling against each other until you started to feel dizzy.

He must have sensed your need for air because with one final flick of his tongue he pulled away. You both spent a few moments panting into each other’s mouths before you opened your eyes to look at him. Terzo was already gazing at you, his eyes tracing the features of your face with a soft smile. It was a little ruined by the fact that the paint on his lips was practically gone, but you returned it with a smile of your own.

“Now, dolcezza,” You gasped when one of his hands slid lower to your back side, giving you a light slap on your rear. He just laughed when you growled and playfully hit him in the chest. “Ok, ok! Stop hitting. Let me finish.”

“What is it?”

That roguish smile of his returned and he gave your dress a tug.

“How about that dress?”

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hazel-of-sodor · 6 months

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Day 31- For What We Fall

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Day 31-Lights Out

For What We Fall

A/N: This Story is the follow up to Day 9-The Fallen Light

The lorry pulled to a stop, eyeing the valley below dubiously. From atop its trailer, Caomhnóir looked grim as his crew climbed out of the lorry’s cab,

"Thank you for coming, Caomhnóir," Skarloey said. I know it was not an easy trip to make."

The tank engine gave a tense smile, "No thanks are needed, Skarloey. The Lady looks after all engines. Even those that were stopped from passing on."

"It's true then." Duke said, "Proteus is being held here by the spirit."

Thomas frowned, "No, not directly. Only the Lady can prevent another engine's soul from passing on. Whatever is happening, Proteus has bound himself, whether he realizes that or not."

"Can you unbind him?" Jennings asked.

"I do not know. He must wish to be unbound first. I have been blessed by the Lady to protect both those passed on and any they would seek to harm, but that does not give me the ability or the right to control them.”

A cool wind blew through the valley, winding its way through the assembled engine's wheels.

"We're being watched," Rheneas guessed.

"Indeed." Thomas activated his lamp, the golden light shining into the gap where the bridge once stood.

The wind pulled back with a hiss.

"We are not here to harm you." Caomhnóir called softly, "only to keep you from harming others."

Skarloey saw Duke and Jennings shift discontentedly, but they did not disagree with the shining guardian.

The wind hissed, curling around the rocks and trees of the valley, cutting through the waves of the water far below.

'Liar.'

Before the tank engine could reply, a soft whistle echoed up the valley, sending a shiver down the engines' frames.

"Proteus," Duke whispered. Jennings looked stricken.

The wind shifted, blowing towards the sound.

"You don't have to believe me." Caomhnóir said into the quiet air, "But trust him."

The wind stilled from a moment before it blew towards the point the whistle had come from.

The whistle came again, softer this time, its tone encouraging.

The wind slowly shifted and Skarloey knew it was considering Caomhnóir."

Finally, it made a sound like a sigh, and the wind moved down towards the cliff.

The fallen leaves around them began to swirl together, attempting to form a small shape.

The whistle came again, and where the old iron bridge once stood, a golden light appeared, as if an engine's lamp stood in the air before them. Fireflies flew from the woods behind them, to form behind the light, taking the shape of an engine very similar in shape to Skarloey, with a large lamp atop its smokebox. A tear trailed down Jennings's face as she beheld her brother's form.

Proteus's light shone on the leaves, strengthening the wind until the leaves swirled together into the spirit's form.

Caomhnóir ignored the stricken gasps of the narrow gauge engine as he looked at the child before him.

"Hello little one." He said gently.

The spirit regarded him with open suspicion. He allowed his lamps to dimly shine on her, the spirit shuddering at the unexpected warmth.

"Is that better?" He asked. The spirit nodded slowly.

Thomas smiled at her. "May I ask why you tried to push Sir Handel off the bridge the other night?"

The girl's head tilted in confusion.

"The engine that your guardian calls Falcon."

'Lonely.' The wind whispered through the leaves.

"You tried to kill Sir Handel because you were lonely?" Duke asked in askance.

The spirit slowly pointed towards Proteus's light.

Proteus let off a mournful whistle.

"You wanted for him to have a friend." Thomas guessed. The child nodded.

"I don't believe Proteus wants you to kill another engine to keep him company."

Proteus whistled an agreement.

'Left,' the wind hissed accusingly.

Duke was the first to figure it out, "the railway closed." He said, the spirit turned to face him. "The Mid-Sodor fell. We were all sold off or left behind. None of us wanted to leave, this was our home, just as this was once yours."

"You know who this is?" Skarloey asked.

"I believe I do," Duke said gravely.

"Before either of you arrived," he said glancing at Jennings and Proteus, "the locals would use the bridge to cross the valley. We told them it was dangerous, but they didn't listen. One night during a storm a family tried to cross...they never found the youngest child's body. The railway funded a bridge for foot traffic further up the valley after that."

"Do you know her name?" Caomhnóir asked.

"Elin," Duke answered, the spirit perking up at the sound of her name.

"That doesn't explain why she killed Proteus." Jenning snapped.

Proteus whistled sharply at his sister, who looked taken aback.

"She was alone." Caomhnóir translated for the human crews. "She didn't attack out of malice, but out of thirty years of desperation to not be alone anymore."

"Why did he stay?" Skarloey asked.

Proteus wheeshed mournfully.

Thomas sighed heavily, "she didn't know how to move on, and he could no more have left her to suffer alone than he could renounce the Lady."

Jennings and Duke looked stricken.

The fallen engine whistled at Caomhnóir.

The tank engine shook his head mournfully, "I'm sorry, I don't know how humans pass on, if she were an engi..."

Thomas suddenly cut off and the other engines stared as his eyes turned completely golden, his brass fittings and number one shining brightly in the dying light. The light faded and Thomas shook his head.

"Never mind,” He gasped, “the Lady has decided to intervene."

Samantha looked up toward her engine, "Is the Lady intervening for a Human even allowed?"

"A human? No. But a child?" Thomas grinned dangerously, "I don't believe there is anyone dumb enough to stop her."

He glanced over to Proteus, "Even with her aid, she will need a guide."

Proteus whistled resolutely.

The spirit looked back and forth between Caomhnóir and the fallen engine before she approached the tank engine, laying a spectral hand on his running board.

The two stared at each other for a long moment before Thomas spoke quietly.

"I promise. By the Lady, you will see your family again."

The spirit looked at him a moment longer before walking to where Proteus stood, climbing into the cab

"Proteus!" Jennings whistled, "Will I see you again?"

Proteus whistled firmly and Thomas's eyes glowed brighter, "The Lady has recognized his sacrifice." Thomas said, "As long as rails run through this valley, he will watch over it. We do not know how long his journey will take, but he will return."

"I miss you everyday brother," Jennings said, crying.

"And I as well," Duke said, tears of his own trailing down.

Proteus whistled softly back before the light turned towards Caomhnóir. The meaning was clear.

'Ready.'

Caomhnóir's lights powered up, the light burning brighter, swirling around the fallen engine and his passenger. It grew brighter and brighter, the engines and crews forced to look away from its intensity.

A triumphant whistle was heard and the light cut out, leaving only the engines and crews on the cliff.

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morgansunflower · 1 year

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Let Me

Warnings:suggestive content, explicit language

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Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Jason is under Ivy's control and hurts those he loves.

Jason let's out a loud yell punching his fist into the wall. His breaths were heavy but not as heavy as his heart. He was free of her control. His eyes change from bright green back to his natural blue color. He sees the bruising form on Y/N's arm. He looks at his hands seeing the pistol. He throws it to the ground, horrified with himself.

"Jason" she slowly stepped to him "are you ok?"

He felt like a monster, that he had snapped like he always feared he would "st-stay away from me"

"Jason you didn't hurt me, Ivy did. It wasn't really you, you could never hurt me, hurt us"

He looks at her angel like eyes, but how could he ever think of even looking at her after what he did to her. He fought the control though not everyone made it out ok. He sees Grayson holding the bullet wound on his shoulder. Cassandra was fine, of course. Damian was pretty beaten up with a few bruises. Stephanie had a black eye and many bruises. Tim had his arm cut deeply from Jason's knife. Duke thankfully was sound asleep at home. Bruce was fine like Cassandra. His body feels heavy as he forces himself to stay standing. Each altercations were brutal with each of them, but he shaked with every shot or blow. He looks back at Y/N. His love. He couldn't touch her. He takes a deep breath.

"Little-Wing it's--" he quickly prevented his older brother from speaking

"shut up Dick!!"

"Jason please listen to me. This wasn't your fault, it's OK. You're not a monster..." she reaches to touch his face. Her touch felt too perfect.

He steps back further away from her, he carefully moved her hand away from him "don't touch me! I Fucking.. I Fucking fucked up o-okay. Just stay the hell away from me" he coldy said turning away

"son" Bruce pleaded

Jason continues to walk away from them. Y/N steps to comfort him but Bruce stops her.

"give him time" he encourages

-"Jason go back to her, what are you doing? You have to go back to her" Oracle said to him

"I don't deserve anything Barb" he brokenly said cutting off his com off

It was 3 horrible days later Jason eats his fry and swallows hardly eternally breaking. He remained quiet as Alfred eyes his grandson with genuine worry. Y/N had been calling him for days even his siblings. He won't talk to anyone but Alfred, still consumed with guilt that he hurt them.

"you were under another person's control. You had no true intentions to hurt your loved ones" Alfred said, trying to reassure that he's still his grandson. That he's still apart of the family.

"..but I did"

"they do not see it that way, they love you. Y/N is truly heartbroken over the situation. She truly desires to be with you" Alfred pleaded.

That night. Y/N wakes from her sleep hearing something in the kitchen. She takes her batarang and hides it behind her back. She walks into her kitchen dropping the weapon as she sees who's there.

"Jason?" her heart warms.

"ha-hey.. I da--I didn't mean to.. I didn't want to wake you up" his voice shaky, this was so hard.

She didn't bother asking why he's snuck into her house, she's just worried he's not ok.. She knows he's not. If he was he would've called ahead. He needed to see her fave that brought him peace. To hear her voice that melted the pain. He wanted to confide in her. He gripped the kitchen island his heart racing. She was really beautiful in that f/c sleepwear. He never felt as good with someone else. She was incredible.

"are you ok?"

"I'm trying to get there.." she walks closer to him "look.. This is really hard to say.. I.. I've been lying to myself about being ok for a long time" he confessed letting out a deep breath. "lying to you that I've been ok these past few days.. the times we were together have really helped me heal.. I don't really do shit on my own well, I don't want to be alone"

She touches his face "you're worthy of love Jay. I will remind you that every single day. I want to be here for you, just like you are there for me"

He let's out a heartfelt sigh as his worry leaves his heart. He leans down to kiss her and wraps his arms around her waist. They made their way to her bedroom both holding each other. In her arms Jason never felt more safe and loved. He was finally going to sleep well. 3 weeks later Christmas day. Jason and Y/N walk with their arms locked up the steps to Wayne Manor. She had given him his gift already. It was his favorite first book when he was Robin. He told her he was saving his gift for later. She was a little worried he must have forgotten to get her anything or couldn't figure out what to get her. He hasn't seen the family since what had happened. His girlfriend had been trying to encourage him to see them but he was too nervous. Now he didn't exactly have a choice.

"it's OK, you'll always be apart of this family" she encourages

"I know.. I just.. I feel like I failed them. They must think of me as a mon--" she stopped him by kissing his lips, she wouldn't allow him to think such a horrible thing.

"they know how much you care. You are a good man Jason. I'm proud of you and I love you"

With her, he grew into a better person. He felt whole. The more he thought how deeply he loves her, the more emotional he became. He opened the door. Thru are instantly greeted by the family. Stephanie ran hugging her big brother. Cassandra hugged Jason with her feet off the ground. He was like a giant teddy bear. Jason was, taken aback by his sisters kindness. Y/N softly smiled her heart warming. Bruce was grateful this Christmas includes all his children. Jason sat in Bruce's study trying to imagine the best way to ask her. He reaches in his pocket taking her present. He loves her so much. He wanted to marry her. If they had a baby? That'd be pretty great too.

"son?" Bruce said surprised to see what he was doing.

Jason panicked and quickly placed it back into his pocket. He stands to his feet looking to his Dad.

"hey B.. Alfred finally done with the dinner? You know I've been waiting for hours" he awkwardly asked.

Bruce softly smiled "I didn't see anything" he lied

Jason walked into the kitchen Y/N reached to hug him. He holds her tightly. He couldn't wait another second.

"want to go do those cheesey ass pics?"

"yes! Thanks, I know you hate doing pictures but I just love the to remember the moment"

Jason had to bite his lip, the fact that he chose Christmas was cheesy enough. This certainly will be a moment to remember. He asked Cass to help because anyone else would freak out and wouldn't shut up. They did a few cute and funny poses. Cassandra continued to click the button getting adorable photos of them. Jason gives Y/N a blindfold

"what are you doing?" she asked with her eyebrow crooked

"just trust me" he pleads

"ok" she sighs a little nervous.

He puts the blindfold on her. He walks to Cass showing her the present. Cass softly gasped and hugged her brother to congratulate him. He walks to get into position. Back inside the Manor Steph looks out the window. She screams so loudly everyone within the Manor heard. They all run to her in worry but are instantly relieved to see she's OK. She stutters jumping up and down while pointing out the window.

"Jason's proposing to Y/N! JASON'S PROPOSING TO Y/N! Aww, is he crying?!" Stephanie exclaimed.

Y/N takes the blindfold off and screeched in shock. She takes a deep breath trying not to cry. She feels tears fall down her face as he smiled up to her. While on his knee he couldn't help getting emotional. Cassandra was even getting emotional from the beautiful moment.

"Y/N.. Will you marry me?"

She nods repeatedly overwhelmed "yes!"

He quickly places it on her finger and lifts her off her feet. He kisses her deeply. He yelled out excitement while spinning her around. He looks up to the Manor seeing his family celebrating.

#Jason Todd X Reader #Jason Todd #batfamily #dick grayson #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #Stephanie brown #Tim Drake #Cassandra cain #Barbara gordon #Alfred Pennyworth #Angst #heavy hurt #Hurt Batfamily #Fear #Crying #fluff

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DILF Punk

Summary: The reader is Mox's younger sister. She has a chance encounter with Punk one night and gets caught simping by Regal.

Dynamite is set to kick off in the United center in a couple of hours. You arrive early as usual with your gym bag slung over your shoulder and head inside. Security lets you in the building and you head backstage when your phone buzzes.

You pull out your phone and find a message from Jon stating that he's stuck in traffic with Wheeler and Claudio. "Great." You grumble to yourself. "I told them that they should have left earlier." You shake your head and type out a reply when you run into someone in the hall. "Oof, sorry." You fumble with your phone and look up at whoever you hit.

"No sweat, sweetheart." CM Punk stares down at you with a grin.

You grip your phone in your hand and swallow hard. Suddenly very flustered under the champion's gaze. "Umm...yeah, again sorry for hitting you, Punk. I was trying to send a text." You scratch the back of your neck.

"Talking too, Moxley, right?" Punk replies. "You're the baby Mox, right? Man, you sure as hell don't look it, do you, doll?" He chuckles, casually grinning down at you still.

"Y-yeah." You bounce on your heels nervously. "That's me, Jon's sister." Your brain seems to short circuit.

Punk does a quick once-over of your nervous bouncing and licks his lips before smiling at you. "Well, I won't take up any more of your time, sweetheart. Take care." He steps out of your way to let you pass.

"Th-thanks." You nod vigorously and take off before you somehow embarrass yourself even more.

You hurry to the Blackpool Combat Club locker room and slam the door shut behind you. Your face damn near burns from how flustered you are. You turn around once the door is shut and sink down to the floor so you can give yourself a second to calm down and process what's just happened to you.

"Y/N, are you alright, love?" Unbeknownst to you, Regal has already been hanging out in the locker room for around half an hour. "Your face is painfully red. Has something happened?" He cautiously walks over to you.

Your head snaps up from your hands at the sound of Regal's voice. "Regal! I didn't know you were here already." You cough and get to your feet.

"Yes, I arrived early for a meeting," Regal explains. "Again, your face is alarming red, Miss L/N. Are you alright?" He asks you again in a worried tone.

"Me? Alright?" You stumble over your words. "Yeah, fine. I'm fine." You insist with a wave of your hand. "I'm gonna go get changed now. Be back in a bit."

Regal nods and watches you pick up your gym bag from the floor and stride into the bathroom with urgency. 'What in the world has gotten into her?' He thinks to himself.

A while later you come out of the bathroom your usual calm and collected self again. So Regal doesn't feel the need to say anything about your earlier behavior. Jon, Wheeler, and Claudio show up finally and the team is complete for the night since Bryan is out for the week.

You hang out in the locker room for most of the night and chat with Wheeler for the majority of your free time. Then, when it comes time for Jon to have his match against Chris Jericho, everyone files out to the backstage area.

"Go out there and kick Jericho's ass!" You pat your brother on the back for encouragement before Mox heads out.

Regal heads out to the commentary table so you, Wheeler, and Claudio all stay backstage. The match begins and you watch your brother and Chris duke it out in the ring.

It's a hard-fought match, but Jon ends up beating Chris and retains his championship. You cheer backstage with Wheeler when suddenly Chris's buddies from the JAS all file out to the ring to attack Jon. Wheeler and Claudio head out to the ring to help Jon and soon Eddie is at your side with Santana and Ortiz.

"Eddie! You're here to help Jon, right?" You ask him when he briefly stops next to you.

"Yep! You stay back here and out of the way, shortie! We don't want you gettin hurt as well." He informs you before he takes off.

You know Eddie is right about you staying behind for the fight. But you hate just standing around and doing nothing. So you head through the tunnel and join Regal over by the commentary table.

"Miss L/N, you'd best keep out of this one," Regal warns you.

You nod and stand by his side. "I know, Regal. I'm just here to make sure no one messes with you." You explain.

Regal nods and you both watch your team of misfits fend off Chris and his goons. Goosebumps rise on your skin suddenly when Punk's music hits out of nowhere. He comes out of the tunnel and you lock eyes with him again.

"Your brother looks like he could use some help." Punk winks at you as he passes you and Regal. "Don't worry, I've got his back this time, sweetheart." He adds as he walks off.

Your breath gets caught in your throat at the way Punk looks at you and you freeze. Regal notices your behavior and your face turning red again and chuckles.

"Well then, Miss L/N." He turns to you. "That's quite some taste in men, don't you think?" He playfully teases you.

"I...umm." You laugh nervously.

Regal pats your shoulder comfortingly. "Don't worry Miss L/N, your secret is safe with me." He assures you. "But it'd be wise to let your brother know that his newest enemy is trying to get in your pants. And especially that you intend to let him." He chuckles again.

"Fuck me." You mumble under your breath, realizing just how screwed you are.

#aew #aew dynamite #aew dark #wrestling #aew elevation #aew fanfiction #aew imagine #all elite wrestling #cm punk #jon moxely

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 2 years

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Flossing

Meet Cute Monday 42

Tag Team Tournament Day 2

Prompt: "so you kissed them , and then you…" "ran away"

For Leo - you mentioned the original concept ages ago and I've finally finished writing it. Must have sat about for at least 2 months half written. 😘❤️

Plus a prompt to finish it properly.

(No hitchhiker links despite it being number 42)

Masterlist

MCM Masterlist

…………………………………….

Duke stared at his siblings scattered around his dorm room. They'd been slowly making their appearance one or two at a time since lunchtime, all claiming they wanted to escape Bruce for some reason and 'his' dorm was the perfect escape. Dick and Jason had magiced up some beer from somewhere, Jason encouraging the under age drinking while Dick shushing him trying to put a stop to the encouragement. Cass, Steph and Tim were playing an elaborate card game which made no sense and the rules seemed to change every few turns when Dick said something or a keyword, it confused him. Damian had also surprisingly turned up with a hamster stolen from somewhere and was cooing over it, giving dark looks to anyone who came close.

How they fit, Duke couldn't tell and what Bruce did was still a mystery so he sighed and just sat on his bed watching the carnage in his tiny room at University of Metropolis.

"Soooo… why didn't you hide at a safe house or as you're at Metropolis with Kon and Jon?"

"Well Dukey, we don't want Bruce to find all our safe houses and the Kents have a Clark. Who for some reason likes the Old Bat."

Steph parroted to Duke while her eyes completely focused on what Cass was about to do with her card.

"Ignore Blondie! We wanted to see our baby bro! To celebrate how you may also have made your next steps in escaping B's child trap. First acting in day time, now in Supes city. Soon you'll have flown the lofty nest."

"He didn't even have to die."

"Shut it Dickwad. That doesn't even stop the Old man."

Errrr… Duke still wasn't sure how to respond to Jason at times. It kinda made sense, choosing Metropolis was a compromise he had had with Bruce and his bizarre helicoptering and distant parenting style. He was safe as Clark did (far to regularly for his liking) check-in on him. But it was a new city with a very weird feeling. There was much too much light and sunshine, and that was something coming from a light based meta. Never mind, Supes sorted the villains out and he finally had the opportunity to study (when not repeatedly bumping into the cutie he'd encountered on campus which occasionally distracts him) uninterrupted by disaster drama that followed the Wayne's.

Sighing and deciding to ignore the headache his older siblings were implying, Duke squeezed himself next to Tim.

"Deal me in the next round… and can you explain the rules?"

Cass nodded at Duke with a wild gleam of mischief in her eyes as Tim started to explain the complex nonsensical logic and aim of the game. Duke already regretted it. He was certain to lose unless he had… assisted help.

As the evening wore on and the chaos expanded and games got… more edge… bite… dangerous (?) the Wayne's and Wayne adjecents (depending on whose view point) got more lovely and outlandish.

"Bet I can!"

"Nah, you'll lose your nerve."

"I won't."

"Sure, sure, whatever."

"Give it here and I'll prove it!"

Duke snatched the tooth floss from Steph's hands who stuck her tongue out at him as he rolled his eyes. Maybe all the sugary snacks wasn't a good idea as he felt the sugar high he was on flow through him. Pulsing and giving him that invincible feel that often came when Bruce praised him or he got Alfred's special smile. Meh! Never mind. With Steph's chants and Dicks hollars and Jason's hoots he wasn't going to back down now.

Tim inspected the floss knot he'd tidied to his room's miniature balcony (if you could really call it that even) while Damian watched impassively. Cass came up and gave him a good luck hug. Or he hoped it was a good luck hug and not a goodbye baby brother as he falls to his doom. Bats can't die right?? They always seem to come back if they do.

"Stay safe little brother."

Duke nodded with a serious expression. He was doing this for his team. His own honour. To show Steph that it could be done! Once Tim had given the knots and everything his approval he handed Duke the tooth floss and stepped back.

"All set and ready to abseil."

Climbing over the balcony rails Duke gave a small wave to his siblings. This was madness but he wasn't backing down now.

"See you on the other side!"

Duke started to make his way down the building's side.

He passed the floor below him.

He passed the next.

The floss seemed to be straining a little more than he was expecting… or was expecting but had hoped wouldn't happen.

He regretted this so much. Living on the 5th perhaps was not the best of ideas now.

Actively using his meta abilities he could see the floss snapping moments in the future. Darting his eyes to the next floor down he was relieved, though a little paranoid, seeing a balcony covered in plants and climbers. Maneuvering around Duke aimed his descent towards the slightly softer and more easily to hold balcony.

Seconds later, the floss broke as he predicted. He could hear his siblings shout as Duke fell but saved himself on the tiny (made even tinier with all the plant pots and greenery) balcony with a loud thud.

Lights inside the room burst on and the doors opened with a spiked baseball, much like Harley's appearing in his face. Duke hadn't even had the chance to look up and he focused on the makeshift weapon wavering too near for comfort.

Plants and a baseball bat were a bad sign. Had Harley and Ivy really escaped Gotham? Is his small little resident in Metropolis really the home to Gotham Rogues hiding away from the Bats while they plot their demise??

Duke gulped and slowly raised his eyes up the baseball bat to the owner of the weapon before gasping in relief.

And embarrassment.

Of all the people.

Why??

Kill him now!

Perhaps Harley and Ivy were a better option after all.

Before him stood the cutie, with the light haloing her casting her shadow onto him, who he may have a small, not so large, tiny crush.

The woman who distracts him in the library with just a small scent of her floral perfume. The woman who he keeps an eye out for, whose dark hair shimmers blue when the sun hits it, as she walks through the university courtyard. The woman who gives him heart attacks when he witnesses her coffee order when he encounters her in his favourite coffee shop.

And she didn't look happy.

In fact she looked ferocious. A Valkyrie ready for war.

Nothing like the sweet clumsy cutie he bumps into.

She shifted her weight casting the light onto Dukes face causing him to squint at her.

"I'm sorry… I errr… I didn't mean to crash into your plants but my… string… broke and well, it was this or the ground."

"String?"

Her voice had a soft accent intriguing Duke further. He'd not heard it when she ordered her coffee.

"My… siblings and I are… were playing games. I was dared to abseil down the building."

Her face constricted into a puzzled frown as she tilted her head before moving her bat away from Duke. Her eyes suddenly widened in shock or recognition.

"Coffee guy!"

"Ummm… I usually go by Duke."

"Marinette."

Her accent was still there but less pronounced as she offered him her hand to stand up.

"I really am sorry about crushing your plants."

Duke took the proffered hand and ended up standing far closer than he was expecting. She filled his senses as the pair stood in the minute space of the balcony's doorway. His hand was still in hers. The vat still in her others his traitorous mind supplied.

"It's too dark to see the damage really. I'll check on them in the morning. Most of them are hardy plants anyway and more than likely have seen worse over the years."

Marinette took a step to move away back into the apartment leaving Duke missing the warmth of her nearness. He stepped in following her. Reluctant, despite his embarrassment, to miss this opportunity.

"I guess you'll want to take the more traditional way back to your siblings."

Her smile was filled with mirth and eyes twinkled with hidden meanings, enrapturing Duke further. Despite the unconventional meeting she didn't seem too upset about a crash-landed balcony visit. Almost as if this was not an unfamiliar event to occur. Duke followed her into the apartment nodding with agreement to her statement.

"Yeah… they'll probably be worried."

"At least you aren't a dead body on the ground so that'll hopefully reassure them a bit."

"Hmmm…" Duke thought of Dick's over the top protective-ness. Jason, and Tim he supposed, paranoia. All his siblings tended to jump to dramatic conclusions when worried. "Probably not. I should… I should really go. Thank you, or well, thank you for having a nearby balcony to save me. I really thought the string would hold at least another floor, or two, maybe."

"It's ok. Just buy me my coffee as a thanks."

Duke could hear the joking in her tone but he was willing to do so. Not just for a reason to talk to her again. As they reached the door, Duke felt a sense of bravery flood through him. He'd survived his siblings all evening. He survived a near (unvillianess) death AND he got to talk to his crush… and learn her name.

Marinette looked up at Duke as he paused by the door turning back to her. With that confidence… or was it the adrenaline that was still flowing through him, Duke impulsively leant down and kissed Marinette's cheek. They both froze in surprise.

"I, yeah, oh god! See you around."

Duke bolted.

In the stairwell he collided into the frantic looking Jason.

"You're alive!!!"

"What? Yes. I'm alive. I kissed her!"

"What?!"

"I kissed her, Jason!!!"

"So… you kissed her and then…"

"... I ran away…"

"Yeah, Right, nope! I'm not equipped to deal with this. We're going back upstairs now. Goldie and Blondie and deal with this nonsense. And ya going tell us how ya not dead or kidnapped."

"I kissed her and ran away… I'm going to owe her two coffees now."

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #meet cute #meet cute monday #duke x marinette #marinette x duke #tag team tournament #ttt2022 #rarepair #rare pair #rare flair

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Note: I've linked StoryGraph summaries of every book to each title. Also, this round-up contains spoilers.

I'm going to take this opportunity to scream about some of my favorite Grace Callaway books:

Her Wanton Wager

(TW: References prior child sexual abuse)

This book immediately proceeds Her Husband's Harlot (my review can be found here). Are you looking for your next bit o' rough gambling hell hero? Grace has got you covered. Persephone (Percy) Fines enters a wager with notorious Gavin Hunt that she will not be seduced during a period of time in exchange for saving her brother from being hunted by Gavin because of his debts. What I wager Hunt doesn't count on is that Percy has basically no sense of self-preservation and (among other things) gets turned on after nearly getting killed lol. Regardless, he's into it. She's into it. We love Percy for it.

The Duke Who Knew Too Much

Never has there been a truer title— Alaric does know too much (sex. He knows sex), and lucky for him, Emma is deeply into that.

There were hints of it in the Mayham in Mayfair series, but this is the series where Grace clearly ventures into kink. This one features a CNC (consensual non-consent) scene between the hero Alaric and another woman that the heroine, Emma, unwittingly walks in on, and then when said woman is found dead later, Emma basically tells the cops what she saw without understanding it was consensual. And the hero's response to prove his innocence... is to kidnap the heroine and take her to a brothel to make her watch a BDSM scene. Also, I think Emma almost accidentally auctions off her virginity at some point?

Anyway if you vibe with this kinda of batshit energy, this is the book for you.

The Lady Who Came in from the Cold

I feel like there needs to be more HR about married couples going Through it, and this one does not disappoint. Marcus and Pandora have happily been married for like 12 years and are *that* Hot Couple, but then Pandora's secret spy past comes back to haunt her, and when Marcus finds out, he's pissed. Cue marital discord and misplaced jealousy/mild slut-shaming. Honestly, I'm glad Pandora took the drastic action (kidnapping) she did to get Marcus back on track. He deserved that. But yeah, this is a good one.

The Viscount Always Knocks Twice

Were you looking for a book that fed your desire for a Lillian Bowman-esque heroine and a Westcliff-esque hero? Look no further than this book. Violet's inauspicious first meeting with the stuffy Lord Carlisle involves her shoving him into a blood-red champagne fountain after he taunted her about her inability to spell. There really isn't much more to spell out: Violet will not be tamed and *hates* Carlisle, Carlisle is a stern stern man who is also deeply repressing his boner for Vi, there's a murder to be solved, so.... it works out great. Obviously.

Olivia and the Masked Duke

(TW: This is an age-gap relationship and Ben knew Livvy since she was a kid and he was older. Nothing inappropriate happened but I know it isn't for everyone)

It's Emma and Alaric's daughter! How full-circle we've come. Livvy is secretly works for a private detective agency called Charlie's Angels Lady Charlotte's Society of Angels. She's also wanted Ben, her older, widowed friend, ever since she saw him spanking another woman in the stables and decided that yes, she wants that. Obviously Ben is running for his life from her (at first) but Livvy will not be deterred, even as she worries marriage will stop her detective work. And her friends (and future heroines) are only encouraging of her pursual and honestly? This is the kind of girl gang shenanigans I live for.

Convergence of Desire by Felicity Niven

(TW: Attempted SA)

I can't say enough about how well-written this book was. The heroine, Harry, is neurodivergent, and while I am not qualified to speak from personal experience, I thought the rep was thoughtfully portrayed. Harry proposes a marriage of convenance to one Lord Drake, so she can continue her mathematical work unhindered (did I get very invested in understanding Fermat's Theorem? yes). Drake is a slutty slutty man who's basically been given carte blanche to have sex with whoever he wants by Harry as long as he doesn't disturb her, but obviously man cracks and starts falling for her pretty fast. There's this funny part in the book where he slowly introduces her to sex, and when she discovers the joys of masturbation, she's like "it's okay I don't need you anymore" and he's SO SAD it's comical. Speaking of sex, this is definitely a slow-burn in terms of that (and love tbh), but honestly? the pay-off is worth it.

Never Seduce a Duke by Vivienne Lorret

This book brought me so much joy (literally, I was laughing and screaming all the while- I could never read it in public), all while being very very romantic. The actual plot borders on ludicrous in the best way, particularly the first half that's a combination of a heist story, road trip, and mistaken identity. The funniest thing is Lucien being convinced Meg is some notorious seductress thief and every time Meg does something relatively innocent he's like "AH HA there she goes trying to SEDUCE ME with her FEMININE WILES". As for Lucien himself, Meg is hopelessly into his scientific approach to seduction which I love for her. The banter and flirting in this book are perfection, and I strongly recommend this book to like, everyone.

#trivia's book round-up #historical romance #felicity niven #vivienne lorret #grace callaway #booklr #romance novels #book recs

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Chapter 22: Of Cakes and Courtiers

In the midst of the jubilant after-party, the wedding reception unfolded with an air of festivity and cheer. Farfield Castle's grand hall was alive with laughter and revelry as guests indulged in the remnants of the wedding feast. Eleanor and Alden, the newlyweds, sat side by side, sharing a moment amidst the festivities.

The couple, their eyes glinting with joy, passed cake between them, their laughter harmonizing with the music that filled the air. Alden smashed cake into Eleanor's nose and she in his and everyone shared a laugh. King Roderick, not known for his singing abilities, belted out a tune that was decidedly out-of-key, drawing cheers and laughter from his subjects, who celebrated his spirit rather than his melody. Alden used his staff to summon sweet honeysuckle flowers to smother the king jokingly and the king laughed and spat them before giving up on trying to sing.

Amidst the merriment, the nobility approached the newlyweds, eager to offer their congratulations. Duke Caladan Harper of Alden's home of Southam , a sniveling man who had likely never hunted a day in his life, approached Alden with soft hands that he rubbed together in a nervous habit. His eyes glinted and it was obvious that he was trying to butter the newly weds up for something. "Forest Protector," he began tentatively, "I must ask you a favor. The matter of taxes weighs heavily on us. Could you possibly put in a word with the King? Perhaps speak on our behalf?"

Alden, sensing the man's desperation, nodded in agreement, though his acquiescence was tentative. "I will do my best, Duke Harper," he replied, his tone measured. He had no intention of doing so, instead recalling the embezzlement that plagued his village. Embezzlement he meant soon to stop. It had been Caladan Harper's theft of resources that had allowed his village's defense to go underfunded, which was how Alden had been kidnapped by goblins in the first place

The Lady of Sherstab, Alayne Sherstab, an older woman adorned in a gaudy pink dress and a tall hennin with a veil adorning her graying hair, approached Eleanor with a faux smile. "Your Highness," she said, her voice honeyed, "could you introduce me to your brother? He is such a charming young man."

Eleanor, ever astute, agreed politely but leaned toward Alden, her whisper carrying a hint of warning. "She's been trying to marry my brother since he came of age," she confided, her eyes narrowing. "She likes to pretend she's not twice his age. She'll never have a chance. But be careful, she'll probably try to ask if you have a brother sooner rather than later."

Meanwhile, the Duke of Fiuglia, Adaman Fiu, a stern man with a scar on his left cheek and a chip on his shoulder, approached Alden with a cold demeanor. "Tell me, Forest Protector," he inquired, his voice dripping with disdain as he said Forest Protector, "do you show the same respect for greenskins that the King does?"

Alden's eyes hardened, his response as cold as ice. "Some of the best people I've known were greenskins," he replied, his voice steady. Adaman Fiu, clearly unimpressed, muttered "senseless fools" before walking away.

As the nobility continued to parade past, Eleanor leaned in closer to Alden, her words a shield against the cunning of court politics. "You're handling this remarkably well," she whispered, her pride evident in her eyes. "But remember, these nobles are leeches. They'll try to drain as much as they can from you. Don't let them puppeteer you."

Alden's jaw set with determination. He had no intentions of becoming anyone's pawn. His commitment was to his people and his kingdom, and he would navigate the intricate dance of court politics with caution and resilience. With Eleanor's encouragement echoing in his ears, he resolved to face the challenges ahead with unyielding strength and cunning.

#gobboguy #literature #fantasy #goblins #orcs #SongsofPower1

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the-firebird69 · 1 year

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So why you're attacking the light cycle facility if you saw the clones trying to fight the wall and fail and the numbers that are unbelievably huge. Well we found out what it is they have so many clones that people are frightened and they're also jealous and what the systems that make so many clones and they're going after it that's how it is with these idiots they try to explain it to her, Miley Cyrus now she sees it

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

They go every whatever they think works and for themselves no matter what the outcome or side effect is that what it is cuz I see them doing it

Miley Cyrus

It's kind of like this little girl you do it yourself and you can't see yourself doing it if you had a very large Force you'd be the one doing what they're doing they have a large Force Mac let it get out of control on purpose. History to all of you it's creative feeling of desperation and hopelessness in order for you to cling to him as a leader I wish they really need to do anyways but they're not and you're not so you should understand what it is. I see you struggling with thinking that they have responsibility when it's more or less natural law to a degree except when it comes to stuff here so that's where it comes from too agreed to do certain things to him and so forth. But it really is it's greed and it's led by your race and you and they don't know what they're doing and that's a problem for you and for the max but not us we don't have a problem with you going outside your house you're talking to the wrong people and it's very strange we want you to make these mistakes and PGA doesn't care about gaining stuff because he has to because he's being wiped out by the people who have the stuff so it's also a three-way War

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

I'm getting this we have to do it divorcements to do it they won't stop us from doing it and they won't even talk to us not to not do it and my daddy encourages it and that's how it's going so it's not his fault in any way it's our culture it's our way and it's out there being flaunted and told people to try and deflect responsibility for it when you're not taking responsibility for anything. He says if this doesn't change it what's going on in Mars they pretty much screwed but he says it about everything and it's been happening the whole time so you go back to sleep and don't worry about it no but what a disaster you're going down buddy you're my brother and shouldn't be screwing me to come out funny I said those two did

Miley Cyrus

Just keep doing it a lot of people do it those two are doing it and keep doing it until it comes out right and it'll fix itself and the Smart ones fight the stupid ones that's how they make their money they say that's why they're doing it and they are doing it that way and it's ridiculous as this microcosm doing it and they just mess themselves up

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

I'm going to use an analogy dogs will sit there and lick their a****** doesn't mean it's the right thing to do or is it supposed to it's just that the dog is doing it so the rest of you come by and think it's the right thing to do s

Zues

Disgusting but appropriate you people run around licking assholes and stuff I tell you what that's disgusting and horrible thing to do and you're causing sickness and you die from it too your bowels are a mess I don't want my husband near you I'm going to start laying down the law and go through the numbers and have teams do it seeing this hardship all around we have to start complaining and get it done and if we need assistance to call for it and to recruit you need to reach your other arm out and start recruiting people

Hera

It's a very frustrating job for them they're kind of like standing Sherry they're real small and we are listening to them and not doing as much as we should and it's for us I started listening tonight I started recruiting and I said what are you doing just sitting there how can you sit there when this is happening and they said we're not just sitting here we're doing this and this so good we have a program for that and I appreciate the answer it's the right answer

Just looking Blockbuster

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alyswritings · 2 years

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Babies and Feminism

Request: LMAO I had an idea for Bridgerton daughter, ok firstly I had the idea of when in s1 Eloise ask how kids are made and stuff, cause she thought they had to be married but then remembered yns parents weren't, and honestly its just funny, cause then yn is curious too and Anthony is like wtf do I do and the rest of the bridgertons think its so funny. Also going along with this idea it could be like maybe yn started to hang out a lot more with Eloise and has started to become a feminist queen and Anthony is like who corrupted my daughter

Anthony Bridgerton x daughter!reader

Summary: Y/N wonders where babies come from and becomes more like her Aunt Eloise.

Warnings: none

a/n: thank you for the request! Hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Y/N is sitting next to Benedict on the sofa with Colin on his other side. Hyacinth and Gregory are eating at the table while Daphne plays the piano and Violet stands by her youngest two.

"Two dances? With a duke?" Hyacinth asks.

"Oh, he was quite taken with your sister, Hyacinth." Violet says. "The entire party was for that matter. All eyes were on Daphne. At least enjoy some toast, dearest." She tells her oldest daughter, holding a plate of food out to her.

"I am not hungry, mama." Daphne tells her.

"Are you certain the entire party was not simply eyeing a tear in her dress?" Colin questions.

"Or some misstep she might've taken on the dance floor?" Benedict joins in.

"I do wonder, Daphne, might we count on the Duke at the Crawford ball?" Violet asks.

"I should think it a fair chance." Daphne says.

"What about the Ramsbury ball, Friday, too? Oh, and what about the grand picnic?" Violet asks.

"We shall see, mama." Daphne says.

"How terrible for Fran that she'll be off practicing pianoforte with Aunt Winnie all season and miss Daphne's engagement to the duke." Hyacinth says as Violet sits on the sofa across from her two sons and granddaughter.

"Did Francesca leave for Bath already?" Gregory asks as Eloise quickly walks in.

"How does a lady come to be with child?" Eloise asks and Daphne immediately stops playing the musical instrument.

"Eloise, what a question!" Violet exclaims, walking over to her second daughter.

"I thought one needed to be married." Eloise says.

"What ever are you talking about?" Daphne asks.

"Apparently, it's not even a requirement." Eloise says.

"Eloise, that is more than enough." Violet orders.

Eloise sighs and walks over to the sofa, sitting between her brothers.

"Daphne, please, you were playing so lovely. Please, do go on." Violet says.

"I take it the two of you know." Eloise says.

"Do not look at me." Benedict states.

"Anthony wasn't married when Y/N was born. How does it happen?" Eloise asks.

"Have you ever visited a farm, El?" Colin asks and Benedict smacks him in the back of the head.

"I do hope the two of you are not encouraging improper topics of conversation. Especially with your four year old niece next to you." Violet states.

"Not at all, mother." Benedict assures.

"In fact, we were just heading off to... take our sticks out." Colin says, standing up.

"Colin Bridgerton!" His mother yells.

"A round of fencing." Colin clarifies.

The two Bridgerton sons leave.

"Miss? Humboldt is coming." The maid informs Daphne.

"Humboldt is coming." Daphne grins.

"Humboldt?" Violet asks.

"Why is Humboldt coming?" Hyacinth questions.

"Has someone arrived, Humboldt?" Daphne asks.

"Callers for Miss Daphne, ma'am." Humboldt informs. Daphne squeals, turning to her mother in excitement.

"But... the duke. You already have a caller, dearest." Violet says.

"Well, I suppose now I have more." Daphne states.

- - -

Anthony, Benedict, and Colin are in the drawing room, all silently doing their own things. Colin is reading a book, Anthony's reading the newspaper, and Benedict's drawing in his sketchbook.

Y/N rushes in, on the search for her father, and runs to him once she sees him. She's been thinking a lot about Eloise's question about how a lady comes to be with child and has grown curious herself, but her grandmother wouldn't answer and her aunts don't know.

"Papa?" She calls, standing next to him.

"Hmm?" Anthony hums in acknowledgement, taking a sip of his tea.

"How does one come to be with child?" Y/N asks.

Anthony chokes on his tea.

Colin and Benedict both let out small snorts of amusement, sharing a look as they know this will be fun.

Anthony coughs, trying to regain his breath, and he puts the cup of tea down.

"What, uh... what do you mean, darling?" Anthony asks, hoping maybe he heard her wrong.

"Aunt Ellie said she thought you had to be married to have a child. But you aren't married and I'm your child." Y/N says. "So how does it work?" She questions.

Anthony stares at her, being at a loss for words. He opens and closes his mouth as he tries to come up with something to say, but ultimately fails.

"Boys?" Anthony turns to his younger brothers.

"Oh, no, this one is all yours." Colin says, pretending to resume reading his book.

"She is your child. Seems only fair." Benedict says, an amused smirk on his face. Anthony glowers at both of his brothers, finding their entertainment annoying.

"Dearest, that is something that will be, um... explained to you at a much later age." Anthony tells the four year old.

"But I want to know now!" Y/N whines, stomping her foot.

"Well, you are not going to learn now. You will learn eventually." Anthony says.

"When?" Y/N asks.

"When you're eighteen... or preferably much older than that." Anthony says, his brothers letting out small snickers.

"Why can I not know now?" Y/N asks.

"Because you are too young." Anthony states.

"I hate being young." Y/N huffs, trudging out of the room dramatically.

"Thank you for the help." Anthony says, sending his brothers a fake smile.

"I believe you handled it quite well." Benedict muses.

"Indeed." Colin agrees.

- - -

The past few months, Y/N has grown closer to Eloise -- especially with Daphne and Colin gone, Y/N having one less aunt and one less uncle to spend time with or bother.

Given she's spending so much more time with Eloise, she has also started to adopt some of her aunt's mindsets. Y/N no longer believes she should be forced to marry if she does not want to.

Before she was okay with the idea of marrying, but now she questions it. She'd only want to marry if her husband treated her like an equal and not an object or somebody at a lower standard. And she'll only marry for love, if she ever does.

Y/N often listens to Eloise read her books and talk about feminists that believe in the same things she does. Y/N would like to go to school and travel the world, possibly even get a job herself at some point.

She knows she can't do much at five, but she hopes to someday.

Also despite not being at a ball, from Eloise's descriptions, she can tell she'll probably despise them just as much when she's able to attend them.

"Y/N? Are you supposed to be learning to dance with Hyacinth right now?" Anthony asks, walking into the drawing room where his daughter and Eloise are sitting on one of the sofas, Eloise reading to the young girl. Benedict is standing at an easel, painting a bowl of fruit.

"I don't want to." Y/N states.

"Since when do you refuse learning to dance?" Anthony asks.

"I rather read. Well, be read to, I suppose." Y/N says. "Balls sound awful anyway. Why would I care to attend one in 13 years?"

Anthony does a double take at her.

"Okay... who-who changed my entire daughter's perspective? When did she turn into that?" Anthony asks.

"I believe the person reading to her is responsible." Benedict says.

Anthony looks at his sister who wears a smug smile.

"Call it whatever you wish, brother, but I am simply making your daughter a strong, independent woman who shall not need to rely on a man." Eloise states.

"I want to stop dance classes. I don't wish to learn anymore. If it must, it can be a future matter, but not now." Y/N states.

"God, she's a mini Eloise." Anthony mutters.

"You're very much welcome." Eloise grins.

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x daughter reader #anthony bridgerton x daughter!reader #eloise bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton

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hintofelation99 · 3 years

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Whenever they get mad at Bruce they all go to Jason’s house and end up building a pillow fort just to make him jealous. This totally happens

Oh totally, and they make a show of checking IDs at the the door. If Bruce tries to come they check his ID and turn him away giving him one off two answers:

Not on the list

Too old

They love giving him this one when he knows that Alfred’s already in the fort.

This tradition started when Dick was a kid. One day he was really upset with Bruce so he made a pillow fort in the foyer and banned Bruce from entering. Surprisingly Alfred backed him up on it and didn’t let Bruce into the foyer. Because of this Bruce could only use the back/side door(s). Which isn’t bad, but it is a constant reminder that there’s a vengeful little gremlin in the house just itching to ruin your day. While Dick was executing a militant occupation of the foyer he started to invite others to join him. First he invited Alfred, then he invited Wally, then he invited Clark, then Diana, then Oliver, and so on until the entire Justice League was camped out in the foyer of Wayne Manor. Eventually Alfred put an end to this. The pillow fort was put away, Bruce apologized, and the JL thanked Dick for being a good host. And that was that.

Until it wasn’t.

A few months later there was another fight and another fort, this time in a guest room. It becomes a cycle that continued until Dick moved out and made Blüdhaven his new pillow fort (except instead of pillows and blankets he had a barren, desolate apartment). And that’s the, no more passive aggressive pillow forts. Right? Well… no.

One day Jason accidentally breaks an expensive vase, he’s terrified that Bruce will be mad, that he’ll act like Willis. So he runs. He runs away to the only person he knows who can keep him safe from Batman, he runs to Dick. In typical Jason fashion he tries to play tough, act like he’s not scared, but Dick sees through the act. Of course Dick doesn’t say anything, he lets Jason keep his mask of bravery. And he does this the only way he knows how, by making a fort. Together he Jason build a safe space where no one can hurt them and they spend the entire night there. Eventually Dick texts Bruce and Alfred and tells them what’s going on. The next morning Bruce is asleep on the floor outside Dick’s apartment. Waiting for Jason to feel safe enough to come home. After a long talk and a lot of encouragement Jason feels safe again. It’s an eye opening experience but it brings them all closer together, especially Jason and Dick. Jason will always think of it as the night that he and Dick became brothers. But more importantly it was the night that Jason learned the art of the pillow fort.

After Jason died Dick stopped making pillow forts. He was an adult with an apartment to escape to he didn’t need to build an escape anymore. And besides, the one person he wanted to build with was gone. It was pointless. Then one day he met the kid without a childhood, he met the independent and much too mature Tim Drake. At first Dick would just do silly and childish things, encourage Tim to act his age.

One day Tim seems upset. His parents extended their trip, he screwed up a case, and he fell asleep during a history test. Bruce is pissed about the case and test so he benches Robin, aka Tim’s one escape from his empty house. As Tim’s leaving to go spend another night alone he passes Dick, instantly Dick picks up on Tim’s mood. So, instead of going to help Bruce, he goes to his brother. He and Tim go back to Drake Manor and build a huge pillow fort. They spend the entire night talking, sharing stories, eating snacks, etc. By the next morning the two feel much closer and Tim feels lighter. Once again pillow forts become a tradition.

Later Tim will introduce Cass to pillow forts, Steph excitedly helps. Then Steph and Dick teach Damian. Then Tim reintroduces Jason to pillow forts. One day Dick even sees Damian teaching Duke the best fort building techniques. And suddenly Bruce had a gaggle of children who build passive aggressive pillow forts instead of actually addressing their emotional issues.

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SNOWBALL FIGHT

Dick Grayson x reader

MASTERLIST

FICMAS 2021 • DAY 5

WARNINGS • none

CATEGORY • fluff

SUMMARY •

Dick Grayson is a man who absolutely needs to seek vengeance when it’s due, even if his revenge lies in a snowball fight.

“Yeah, you got the right idea Tim. We could put this here and then-“

The entire garden fell into silence at the impact. Dick slowly raised his hand to the back of his head, wiping the excess bits of snow from his hair before turning around with a sickly pleasant smile on his face. He put his hands behind his back and squinted his eyes, surveying each and everyone one of you before asking.

“Who did it?”

All but a second passed before you, Tim, Damian, Cass, Duke, and Steph shot your pointer fingers at Jason, who was fittingly wearing a smug smile at the victim. Dick’s eyebrows raised dangerously as he slowly knelt down, encouraging everyone to get in their position at the chaos about to break.

“You’re gonna pay for that, Jay.”

“Oh shut up.” Tim grinned, sparing a quick glance at Steph before turning around. “SNOWBALL FIGHT!”

An arm was quick to swipe you from the open grounds, taking you behind a bench and flashing a smile your way. Dick had already began molding snowballs after saving you, piling them up at a mind blowing speed for you to use. Meanwhile, you made a second pile of even smaller ones that would fly faster in the air in opposition to the larger ones he made.

“Don’t aim for anyone else until you hit Jason.” Dick whispered, slowly peaking his head above the bench to survey the area. “Revenge is in order.”

“Viva la Graysistance.” You waved, earning a series of chuckles from your boyfriend before you both quieted down. Reaching down, you took a snowball in each of your hands, tilting your head down slightly to look through the bench’s beams.

You spotted Jason and Damian taking cover behind a series of large shrubs. Of course they were working together, pure evil mixes with its similars.

Dick gave you a small nod to confirm sightings on the target, leading you to wind your hand up and line it at an angle that would go far. You watched as his fingers counted down from three, praying that your estimates of distance would be accurate.

3, 2, 1..

Ouch, double kill.

“SCREW YOU, GRAYSON AND COMPANY!”

“THAT’S PAYBACK ASSHAT!”

The brothers both released from their cover and began hauling snowballs relentlessly at each other, only stopped when you took hold of Dick’s arms and yanked him down. You expected him to be annoyed that you ended his assault, but was instead met with a boyish grin and blood-rushed cheeks.

“We totally pissed him off babe, bring it in.”

His fingers curled around yours when they met, pulling you flush against his chest and pecking you on the lips. The rest of your fight was spent dishing out snowballs in random directions and breaking out in hysterical laughs when someone screamed. Eventually, everyone ceased fire and rose from cover, gathering in a wide circle.

Dick held Jason’s gaze still, holding his chin up at the younger in faux annoyance before the both of them broke out into laughter. You rolled your eyes as Dick wrapped his arm around yours, releasing a sharp whistle to rally everyone’s attention.

“While snowballing Jason in the face was extremely fun and satisfying,” Dick’s gaze swiped amongst the crowd, purposefully avoiding the target at hand. “I’m sure you’re all just as exhausted as I am, let’s head in and hope Alfred has pondered our disappearances with food.”

“Get you a man who knows what he wants.” Steph snickered, elbowing Tim and breaking the rest of the group into laughter. Dick let out a small huff before scooping you in his arms and taking off for the main back door.

“We call first dibs!”

And so more screaming broke out as Dick smiled down at you. Battle would resume the second you all stepped foot inside.

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♡ scenario: meeting dick's ex girlfriend and it going awkwardly well

♡ characters: jason todd ( red hood ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but have yall seen that comparison of Jason Todd from Titans to the comics that the DC Titans twit made? bc every time i look at it, it takes me out. my twitter groupchat have slaughtering it all night :').

you in Dick's apartment, fiddling with a few of his weapons as he sternly told you to put it down before you hurt yourself. you, clearly not bothering to listen, continued to fiddle with the batarang as it managed to hit you on the nose. in between Dick's laugh, he wheezed out an 'I told you so'.

"fuck off, when are we going to your dad's place?" you asked, "I want to get back home before we get back to our apartments later than we already are," you mumbled, getting up and grabbing your keys.

Dick ushered you out the door, murmuring that he'd buy you a coffee on the way to Gotham as compensation for helping his family out. you were Dick's ex girlfriend and although the two of you ended on friendly terms, you managed to know his families secret and thus, you decided to help Dick out with his hero work in Bludhaven.

the two of you had realized a while into the relationship that neither of you were really into each other romantically. it felt a bit forced with the kisses and dates and a part of you saw the way Dick felt about his ex still. you weren't mad at the way he felt about Barbara but you could tell that he still had feelings for her and you didn't want him to deny his true feelings for her anymore.

both of you hopped into your car and made your way over to his father's place. you had met Bruce a while back when you were dating Dick and by extension, you had met Dick's younger brother Damian. he was still a bit of a prick to you every time you met him but Dick had told you that Damian was just that way with everyone. you had a few interactions with Duke and Cassie from time to time but it was only when they stopped by. the only two you had yet to meet were Dick's two younger brothers, Tim and Jason.

you had heard stories about them it wasn't anything too crazy. all you knew was that Tim was a bit on the shyer side and Jason was the one with the crazy backstory. they hadn't told you everything about Jason but you did know that Jason was dead at one point and managed to come back. how? you didn't know and frankly, you didn't want to know. knowing that this world was filled with superheroes from out of this world and held supernatural abilities was enough for you.

by the time you arrived to Bruce's place, you had Dick take in your back pack as you sipped away on the Starbucks he had bought for you. Dick entered through the batcave, waving a hello to everyone as you saw Damian and gave the little gremlin a smirk before chasing him for a hug.

"get away from me you peasant," Damian screamed, grabbing his blade and pointing it at you. you laughed, sitting down on his chair, "aww, and to think I thought you'd be happy to see me!" you giggled, taking your laptop out of your bag with a few other things.

you noticed that there was another person in the room that you hadn't familiarized yourself with and got up, "hi, I'm ( your name ), Dick's work partner," you said, stretching your hand out for him, "and the pain in my ass." you rolled your eyes as the man chuckled, "I'm Jason," he replied. his voice alone made the hair on your arms raise in goosebumps as you found his voice extremely attractive, "pleasure," you responded, trying not to sound nervous.

Dick wasn't the smartest of all brothers, clearly but it didn't exactly take an idiot to see the way you immediately acted around Jason. he noticed the way you pulled yourself back a bit as Jason stood up to give you a proper hello. when he first met you, you were instantly the confident person you always were but this time, you were pulling yourself back a bit.

"so, how did you meet Dick?" Jason asked. you laughed, "we're partners at work and I even dated the asshole for a while," Dick whipped his head around as you heard Damian hollering from laughter, "I'm right here!" he exclaimed. you rolled your playfully, "please, I heard the way you talk about me to Barbara," you pressed, making Dick slump down in his seat in shame.

Jason laughed at the way you managed to make Dick fall back. he had never seen someone do that to him before and frankly, he kind of liked the way you poked at Dick a bit. everyone knew he was the easiest target to mess with but it seemed as though you were professional at it, just like Damian was.

"so, who are the ones on patrol tonight?" Bruce asked, getting up. Damian and Dick raised their hands as they all looked to Jason, "you're still hurt from your previous run in so you will be sitting this one out Master Jason," Alfred spoke up. you saw the way Jason wanted to argue but Alfred gave him the 'you better not try it' look.

"you can stay with her," Dick offered, slipping into his suit, "she's helping out with communication tonight since Tim is off doing work with the Titans." you gave Jason a wave of encouragement as he agreed, not as excited as you thought he'd be. you shrugged it off, waving everyone off with a 'be careful' lecture.

the batcave went silent as Alfred had offered to bring the both of you coffee for the long night. you were sitting across from Jason, your legs crossed as you slipped in your headphone into one ear to make sure you could hear what Damian, Dick, and Bruce were saying clearly. you cracked your neck, trying to make it unstiff as you gave the three of them their coordinates of where they were to meet if they all separated....which was the first thing they did.

"so, why did you and Dick break up?" Jason asked suddenly. you lifted your head up, "oh, we just realized we were better off as friends," you replied, "everything felt kind of forced and a bit weird so we figured it was best to just be friends before it got any weirder."

Jason nodded, smiling underneath his stoic face. he knew he wanted to make a move on you but realized it was a slimey thing to do so quick. he hadn't known the real reason to the break up but figured since you were still friends with Dick, it clearly meant that there were no hard feelings, especially when Dick was trying his time again with Barbara.

the two of you remained silent, sipping away on water and coffee. a few yawns crossed your face as you tried to keep yourself awake. this wasn't the first time Dick had you doing this but you hadn't went strictly from work to Dick's place and didn't get the chance to take a nap before leaving. Jason saw the way you were fighting off your sleep and chuckled.

"tired?" he asked. you nodded slowly, "long day and an even longer day tomorrow," you replied. you saw your phone ping up with text messages as you let out a groan of annoyance, "something wrong?" Jason asked, seeing the way messages came in left and right.

you flipped the phone over, "it's dumb. some guy I was seeing hasn't stopped messaging me ever since I gave him my number and even when I told him I wasn't interested, he still kept going," you confessed, wanting nothing more than to chuck your phone against the wall to make it stop.

Jason thought for a moment. he could play this one of two ways. one: trying to give you mature, adult advice or two: being the petty teenager he used to once be. "wanna try to get him back?" he asked, quickly checking the communicators and cameras to make sure everything was still okay. you nodded your head a bit slowly, not knowing what he was hinting at.

Jason grabbed your phone, quickly taking a photo before writing a few thing down and sending it. your eyes widened, seeing what he wrote out.

"might wanna stop texting the girl who has no interest in you."

you gave Jason a look as he laughed, "what?" he asked, going back to the cameras and communicators. after a while, you got a message that they were heading back to the cave as others took their place. you clapped in tired happiness as you shut the computers down and put every thing into your bad so you and Dick could head out as quickly as possible.

"leaving already?" Jason poked playfully. you smiled, "I have work in the morning and I doubt you'd want to spend anymore time with me," you joked back. Jason grabbed your phone again, this time putting his number into your phone before shooting himself a message.

"you couldn't even wait a day?" Dick said as he got out of the batmobile. you shrugged playfully, "what can I say? your brother is hot," you responded, waving your phone with his number in it. Jason choked on his spit as Damian gagged, "gross, keep that shit to yourself," Damian yelled, slamming the door of the batcave as he made his way to his room.

you gave Jason a wink goodbye before getting into Dick's car.

"see ya soon sweetheart."

#jason todd x y/n #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #red hood #dc comics #dc imagine #dc x reader #dc #comics #fics

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A Royal Convienence || Tom Holland

| Series Masterlist |

Part One

Summary → When an alliance is made between England and France, you are sent away to marry the crown prince and heir to the British throne. Except both you and Prince Thomas despise each other at all odds, subjected to the hand of the monarchy and unable to stand each other.

AN → I’m so excited for this, I honestly thought it’d be out a little sooner but whatever.

Pairing(s) → Prince!Tom x Princess!Reader

Warnings → None

Word Count → 1.8k

Word of the royal engagement had spread quickly, not only by mouth, but through the newspapers as well.

Prince Thomas of Wales and Princess Y/N of France would be married in the spring. Only six weeks awaiting the royal wedding where the crown prince would marry the firstborn princess of France. Rumors of His Majesty, King Dominic’s ill health thickened the air, leaving the country to wonder if the reason for the sudden alliance was perhaps in favor of the succession of the eldest prince.

“Your Royal Highness,” the man bowed his head as you stepped from the ship onto the dock.

You lifted your gloved hand to his outstretched fingers, helping you onto the grass. The clouds hung grayly in the sky, droplets of rain threatening to spill. The man guided you to the carriage not far from where you’d disembarked. He was clearly a member of the royal guard, dressed stiffly and talking very little. You couldn’t tell if this was due to your status or the requirements he was to adhere to.

The inside of the carriage was decorated richly, plush bench seats accompanied by satin curtains of gold. You were tempted to reach over and touch them, retracting your hand when the carriage jerked and began to move through the crowded streets of London.

You were exhausted, hardly sleeping on the journey from France. You’d been unable to keep down any food, seasick and lethargic the whole way. You hadn’t been able to freshen up, assuming that your hair which had been pulled back was a mess by now. You also hadn’t been afforded the luxury of taking your ladies with you, some of which had been with you since you were a girl. This was making things like lacing your own corset considerably more difficult.

The whole way to Buckingham Palace had gone by rather fast, the scenery passing you by reduced to blurs in your memory. It was a much different atmosphere than that of France, or at least what you’d been allowed to see of it. You spent most of your early life being taught how to rule a country, being the heir to the throne until you reached the age of fourteen. Your mother, the Queen Consort Marie, had finally produced a son, an heir, a male to take the throne once the king died.

This day, the day when your brother Prince Louis was born, had been one of the most dreadful days of your life. Everything you’d been working towards, learning about, being trained for, was stripped away from you. After that, you’d been reduced to what it seemed every woman was around you, aristocracy or not, an object of marriage.

Some years later, you would be called into the throne room and told by your father that you would be wed to the Crown Prince of England. You’d only met Prince Thomas once before, at the English Duke’s wedding when you were only twelve years old. He had been only fourteen, unbothered and unfazed by your presence. From what you recalled, your encounter with him had been less than pleasant.

You’d made several attempts to speak with the Prince throughout the night, taking your mother’s words of encouragement. He brushed you off every time, once telling you that he did not care for the French, nor your way of approaching the ‘next King of England.’

“Ma’am.”

You were brought away from your thoughts at the man’s words, your head rising from its place at the wall of the carriage. You glanced out the window, the large palace greeting you. You remembered nothing of coming through the gates, or even seeing the Buckingham Palace for the first time.

You stepped out, flattening your skirts with your palms and doing the best with your hair. You couldn’t imagine how improper you’d probably looked, your stomach churning at the thought of walking through the doors of the palace.

The walk from the carriage to the set of doors that led you into the large entryway was short. The walls were covered in rich fabrics, candles lighting each walkway. The guards accompanying you remained silent, the sound of your shoes against the fine carpet in your ears. You remembered your governess, the way she’d always remind you that a princess never slouched. The straightening of your back and extra spry in your step helped you to gain back a bit of confidence.

Through what felt like dozens of twists and turns, the tallest guard was pushing open two large doors. You stepped in wearily, recognizing it as the throne room. You suddenly became very aware of your appearance, the way you must be an absolute mess.

“Her Royal Highness, Princess Y/N of France,” he announced to the room.

You walked before the throne and gave a deep curtsy to both King Dominic and Queen Nicola. You met each of their eyes nervously, you knew it was wrong to look for any bit of illness in the king, unable to help yourself from noticing his paleness and sunken in eyes.

“Your Majesties,” you addressed.

“Why, I haven’t seen you since you were a girl,” she remarked. “Of course, then you were to be the Queen of France. And now—well, there’s Prince Louis, correct?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” you answered with a twinge of bitterness. “My brother should take the throne some day.”

King Dominic’s eyes scanned over you promptly, looking for any imperfection, any flaw to point out. This wasn’t odd behavior of a king, yet it still seemed to make you stammer over your words.

“You’ve grown very beautifully, I’m glad of this,” she added. “We’ve had portraits sent over, however, I will say that you are a fine-looking girl.”

There was no sign of the Prince, nor his younger brothers. It was only the king and the queen that occupied the throne room. You felt almost relieved of this, not wishing to see any more people in your current state. You also dreaded your imminent fate, a vow of marriage to a man you hardly knew, let alone could stand.

The large doors opened once more, revealing the eldest Prince, behind him were the twins, and next was the youngest. Prince Thomas held a blank expression, his eyes not yet meeting your own as he walked with his brothers to bow at his parents feet.

“Thomas, I’m sure you remember Y/N,” his mother said, motioning towards you.

His gaze fell on you, his eyes dipping from the cream colored skirts that swayed at your feet, to the mess of hair falling into your face slightly. His hair was slicked back and styled, the embroidery on his tunic rich and in season. His eyes darkened, a look of disdain flashing for a moment.

“I do, mum, I quite clearly recall us being introduced at cousin George’s wedding a few years back,” he answered.

He forced a grin, looking to his mother for approval. She went on about wedding preparations, dining plans, and which wing of the castle your chamber would be. It didn’t take long for you to realize how much of a rambler Queen Nicola truly was. You could only blame it on her longing for a daughter, and the fact that this was the first wedding she’d be able to orchestrate for one of her sons.

“Tomorrow you’ll meet me to choose an engagement ring, then to tea where your Ladies in Waiting will be,” she spoke modestly. “It’s far too late to do anything this evening. Though, I’m sure a chaperone could be arranged if you and Tom wished to speak for a time privately.”

“That won’t be necessary, mum. It’s quite late, I’m sure the Princess would rather retire to her chamber for the night,” the Prince interrupted. Good, you thought. You had no desire to be anywhere near Thomas, not now, and definitely not for what was playing out to be the rest of your miserable life.

“Ma’am,” you started. “Do excuse me if I’m incorrect, however, I thought Prince Thomas should have been the one to choose an engagement ring?” You asked, a snort came from Tom, a dismissive look from the Queen following. He grimaced as his younger brother, Prince Sam, you assumed, had elbowed him in the ribs.

“Well—yes, you are correct. Traditionally, if you and Thomas had courted, and then he’d gone to your father for his blessing, he would have chosen an engagement ring once you agreed to have him. This is not a traditional engagement, though. You’ll look through some of our most precious jewels, I assure you, Y/N.”

You felt your face heat up at her words, drowning out the last of her speech and curtsying again as she and the king left the room. The three younger Princes followed suit, Tom stopped at the archway for a moment. A servant most likely waited behind those slightly ajar doors, ready to escort you to your chambers.

“Princess,” your title lingered on his lips.

“Prince Thomas, can I help you?”

“I wish you would not refer to me as Thomas, that god awful name is reserved for my mother,” he said shortly. “Tom will do fine.”

“Prince Tom, then. Is there a reason you’ve stayed back? We shouldn’t be alone in here,” you had only been in the palace a short time and the last thing you wanted was a scandal.

His expression was not endearing in the least, he looked burdened by you. His jaw was set, his eyes malice, the curl of his lip in disgust. You took in a breath, mimicking his body language and going to pass him out into the hall. You were caught off guard by the jerking of your forearm, his hand grasping at it harshly and pulling you much closer to his face than you had been before.

“If this is what I must do for my country then so be it, however, do not think for a second that I would ever willingly marry someone like you,” he cursed, leaning in so close that you could feel his cool breath on your skin.

“Believe me, the feeling is mutual,” you said, looking him dead in the eyes. The weight of his words stung like a blade, his expression like pouring salt into an open wound.

“Well then, something we can agree on.”

You yanked away from him, brushing off his grasp and looking up at him with narrowed-eyes. He gritted his teeth as you flattened the fabric of your skirts once more before you left the large room in a fleeting motion.

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Batboy Headcanons because I made this for me but you all can enjoy this too if want. (May contain mild NSFW)

Dick:

Has a weird relationship with unwanted gaze and the attention he receives because of his physique. He genuinely likes the attention but he draws the line when people start getting touchy. Just because he's shirtless working out doesn't mean he gave you consent to touch him.

Has good dieting skills but he's in his mid-late 20's and his metabolism has 0 signs of slowing down. He once ate a whole xl bag of M&M's in front of Steph and Babs and both said they wanted to murder him because he won't gain a pound.

Dick has ADHD and I'm sorry if you don't think otherwise. He has hyperactive type ADHD and while he's gotten better at controlling his symptoms he still stims stretching and flexing his arms and shaking his arms.

While not so much in Gotham, Dick is very politically active and volunteers at voter registration and working with organizations with the mission of police demilitarization in Blüdhaven.

Dick is a very sexually driven individual. However, I don't think it's entirely healthy. His ADHD also comes into play with this but Dick just needs to have a release at least twice a day or he'll feel physically sick.

I don't know if you all have seen male gymnasts. But Dick, like the rest of them, has FREAKSISHLY large biceps. Everyone talks about Dick has the best ass in the bat family and while Jason may be larger and stronger, Dick has the best physique.

Dick's apartment is littered with sticky notes in places such as the fridge/in front of his computer. If it's not written down and in a place where he can't ignore it, it's not going to get done.

I'm sorry I know everyone says his birthday is in March but I have to go to the older Nightwing comics and say his Birthday is December 1st. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn't give off Sagittarius energy. You can't. I respect you but you can't look at that and tell me that man isn't a Sagittarius or has super heavy Sag in his birth chart.

Dick's at home doing nothing but chilling? You best believe he's gonna be shirts off, tits out, and rocking some blue flannel PJ's.

Dick is currently the only member of the family asides from Barbara who is regularly attending therapy. And he actively encourages each of his brothers and sisters to go every time.

After his Agent 37 days. He sits down with Jason and talks about having to use a gun and how hard it was. And how having to kill people has affected him. When he had to kill the KGBeast (Agent 37 days he snapped his neck) I headcanon Dick just trauma v*mit*d. Jason hugged him and just consoled him.

It's canon that Dick has anger issues but to me, it's not explored or talked about enough and not a lot of people like to talk about it. Dick is very much the 'if I ignore it it'll go away' type when it comes to his anger and he can brush most insults or harassment off fine enough. But when he breaks, he makes Jason look like a saint. I'm talking slamming you into a wall and screaming in your face angry. He'll be profusely apologetic afterward but still.

Despite popular belief, I don't think he's that bad of a cook. He's just not very experimentative. He can follow a recipe and does look at some guides. But to me, Dick Grayson just is that guy who is like Chicken veggies and rice are a meal that I can cook 4-6 times a week.

Dick has a slight fear of dentists. He doesn't have bad teeth and has good dental health. He just doesn't like the idea of a drill going in his mouth and the few times Bruce has to take him to a dentist he had a panic attack every time.

Everyone lives for the fics where Jason beats the shit out of Tim and everyone is just like lol well Bruce and Dick just forgives him. No. When Dick found out it was Jason who beat Tim to the ground, Dick was literally seething and told Jason "Pick on someone your own size or else I'll make you wish you back in that f'ing coffin."

Dick's favorite foods (some based in Canon*): Milk Chocolate*, Cereal*, Asparagus, Bananas, Banana flavored candy, Hawaiian Pizza* (suffer its canon) Rum, thanksgiving Turkey.

Jason:

He may be the self-diagnosed black sheep (rightfully so) of the family, but Jason does genuinely love spending time with his siblings. Whether it be sharing memes with them on social media or just randomly showing up where they are and abducting them to go get ice cream/coffee/snacks.

He'd probably attempt to harm you if you told him this to his face. But he is the closest acting to Bruce out of all of the family. In terms of mannerisms and inherent warmth and kindness behind a dark façade.

Has two moods: either exceptionally, almost neat-freak levels of clean, or his life is completely falling apart and Jason can't tell you for sure what color his floors are because there's so much stuff scattered about.

Despite their initial hatred of each other, Jason truly feels closest to Tim and Tim is the only person asides from maybe Barbra who he can just talk to without feeling any judgment.

Jason only smokes when he's extremely nervous about an operation or a hit. For those who don't know criminal justice cigarettes are the fastest way to get genetic material on someone. That being said he does still like to smoke occasionally.

Me, plus a lot of people give him this sort of 'Lazarus Rage' as I like to call it. When he's in the heat of a mission or if he's getting upset/angry his vision will get blurred with green, and it feeds on his anger and just gets perpetually harder to contain until he releases it. Jason has gotten much better at controlling it. But as he will tell Tim or Babs, he's "seeing green" which means they need to be careful because Jason could kill.

Everyone says Dick is the mother hen. I see you, I accept you, but let me raise you. Jason came to realize that he died because of his rash decision to go after The Joker alone. If Jason finds any of his siblings out acting alone, or even at the very least without Oracle. Jason WILL forcefully interject himself and ask them what the fuck they think their doing.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Trying to get close to Jason is hard. He will degrade you can attempt to try to get you to hate him before he lets you in (that cheeky Tsun of him)

He genuinely cares for and supports all of his siblings but has been rough on them needlessly. But if Bruce is being the distant or absent parent he is, you better believe if any of the siblings drops him a text or a call, Jason will be there in a heartbeat.

He's the most physically powerful of the whole Bat Family. You don't understand because of his time in the League, his time with the All-Caste, and having abused Venom for a time, he can snap an arm bone like it's a carrot with little effort.

Everyone in the family likes dogs and goes out of their way to gush over a dog, but Jason takes it to a whole new level. And even when he's masked up dogs just gravitate to Jason.

Can and has grown a beard in a matter of a few days. He usually likes to be clean shaven but some days he likes to wear a beard just to throw everyone off.

One time him, Steph, Tim, and Duke all went to a restaurant (Red Robin lol) and the waitress got his order wrong and his burger had raw tomatoes on it, Jason took the tomatoes off and ate it while looking absolutely miserable. Tim: Jay why did you eat that you didn't have to you know you could have asked the server to fix your burger. Jason, almost in tears: "She works really hard and she tried and I'm a scary dude I don't want to make her upset.." Duke: "... Jason you literally shot at a cop for looking at you funny the other day. But you're afraid of upsetting a waitress?!? I mean ACAB but dude.. "

Jason's happiest big brother moment™ was taking Tim and Damian to the shooting range and watching them both get their first bullseye.

You can't tell me Jason Todd was into the Emo/Screamo/Warped-Tour Scene. His favorite bands/Albums in no particular order, That's the Spirit (Literally the whole album is Jason Themed and I'm gonna die on this hill) & Sempiternal by Bring me the Horizon, Digital Renegade & Everyone's Safe in the Treehouse by I See Stars, The Resistance: Rise of the Runaways by Crown the Empire,

Jason Todd's favorite foods: (Also some based in Canon*) Burgers, Chili Dogs*, Lager-style beers, Freshly baked bread*, Neopolitan ice cream, grilled corn, and Chinese Chicken noodle soup with Duck.

Tim:

This boy *slaps car roof* gives off so much asexual energy. I know New 52 exists but I just feel like Tim is the person who really, REALLY has to trust you and like you before he's sexually active with you.

HYPERFIXATES. You also can't tell me Tim isn't on the spectrum/or has ADHD.

Is the only member of the family who regularly checks up on Jason and talks to him every day via text message. The two are memelords together and love to play pranks on the other members.

While Dick may give the most frequent hugs and Jason gives the tightest, most secure hugs, Tim's hugs are always the warmest and make you just feel good.

Tim's birthday is July 19th. Meaning he's a Cancer. Let that sink in.. no, really let that information just soak. (Note I have nothing against Cancer women, cancer men however....)

All of the bat boys really struggle with talking about their feelings. Dick will manipulate you into changing the subject via twisting it to be about you, Jason will just cut you off or will ignore you, Damian will deflect everything and harass you until you stop, Tim however, Tim is very emotional and while he's very calculated about who he's emotional with, he's not afraid to break down and cry if he trusts you.

Everyone who says he's the level headed Robin haha how's it feel to be WRONG. Tim is at best the least functional college student and at worst a lemming. 'No Tim, coffee isn't a meal I'm going to make you some food or I'm going to stick you in a room with Damian for an hour.' Richard (Dick) John Grayson.

People overblow how addicted to caffeine Tim is. But it's true. Just overblown. You can talk to him before he's had his caffeine just don't expect him to be anything but curt and blunt.

Everyone says Jason would be the worst at texting but it's Tim. He's the master of leaving you on read. While Jason may do it on purpose, Tim is just really bad at texting people and while he always will read your messages he forgets to respond unless it's really funny or really pressing.

Everyone sees Tim as this bean pole super skinny boy Robin. Tim may not be stacked like Dick or a freaking tank like Jason, but Tim is NOT super skinny. He's just as muscular and likes to work out as anyone, but he just is super lean, so he looks a lot bigger and his muscles are more defined because of how thin his skin is. He has those almost disgusting spider veins on his arm. Kind of gross to look at, but he's the dream of any nurse. This means Tim is also the king of accidentally sending/posting thirst traps.

He really is the glue of the Bat Family. Everyone kidnaps Tim for 'Tim Time'.

Dick likes to spar with and in general just hang out with Tim. Tim tried to teach Dick how to skateboard and you'd think the boy who mastered the trapeze would know how to skateboard but you'd be wrong.

Babs and Tim always hang out and talk about computer stuff and Babs knows she can vent to Tim about anything and he won't say a word.

Tim and Steph were a thing for a while and even though they're just friends now, they still are very close and the two have a very deep bond, liking to shop with each other and watch movies,

Cass just loves to be around Tim because of how calming he is but also she knows she can spar with him AND Cass can also skateboard with Tim too.

Even though him and Damian are always fighting, the two still end up being together and have this unspoken bond. They work great together on a team but other than that they still hate each other.

And while everyone still is hesitant around Jason, and despite the fact that Jason literally beat Tim to within an inch of his life, AND would still trigger Tim and taunt him about it. The two have this odd closeness that rivals even him and Steph. Tim will always be the first to bat for Jason. Jason was Tim's Robin. And despite the fact Jason literally beat it into Tim's head to "never meet your heroes." Tim will always be there for Jason should he ask. The two are just close. And it's hard to describe. Bruce has caught Tim and Jason just platonically sleeping next to each other or just doing their own things shoulder to shoulder silently, just enjoying each other's company.

Tim and Duke also have a really positive relationship with one another and the two can stay up all night just talking about anything. Their minds just mesh well together. The two also love to team up and prank the other members of the Batman Family.

Tim's favorite ASMR/Stim? Watching those Tik Toks of people cleaning computers or cleaning phones. The sound of an air duster is like music to his ears and if any of the Bats need their technology cleaned it secretly makes Tim so happy to help them.

Wear his hair up or wear his hair down? It depends! While Tim likes his long hair he also has gotten plenty of compliments for his short hair and likes to style it to suit any occasion.

My one pet-peeve with Tim is that he probably is that person who lets his privilege show from time to time. While he was essentially raised to just sit down, shut up, and be a perfect trophy son to the Drake's. The Drake's were in the same tax bracket as Bruce and Tim definitely was a rich kid. He never means to come across as spoiled, but sometimes Jason will give him harsh looks if Tim just throws away food he doesn't like or says things like Chipotle is 'poor people food'

Tim Drake's favorite foods (you know by now*) Donuts*, Shallot and Artichoke Pizza with Canadian Bacon* (odd choice but it could work) Artichokes in general are his favorite vegetable, Strawberries, and Beef Pho.

Damian:

I headcanon that he has the worst teeth of all of the Bat Boys and he actually has to use lingual braces. (Hence why you can't see his braces)

Canonically is a very good artist and while him and Tim don't get along, Tim introduced Damian to digital art and gave him a photoshop pack and a nice tablet for his birthday one year and Damian loved it so much.

Damian is a capricorn and I will die on this hill. A January capricorn too.

Now you want a good chef? You've got Damian. Having converted to veganism Damian has had to get creative whenever he goes out to eat so he tends to like to eat more home cooked foods. Damian loves all matters of mushrooms, eggplant, and bell peppers.

Damian really struggles the most with his wanting to just be a normal kid. Despite the fact he will dismiss you for it, anytime he gets to spend at Gotham Academy with Jon and the rest of the kids he's naturally the happiest.

Damian LOVES to give gifts. He loves the look on people's faces when they are shocked when they actually get something from Damian.

Despite the fact that he's been traumatized from both his times with Ra's and Talia as well as with Bruce. He just wants Bruce and Talia to be together because he loves them both equally.

While he's the least flexible and least gymnastic of the Robins do let your guard down around him. He is the fastest runner and the guy is rivaled only by Jason in terms of lethality.

So someone (Jason Todd & Duke Thomas) introduced Damian to trap music and ever since anytime his phone gets stolen people will be shocked to find he's listening to some combination of Lil' Yachty, X, Kendrick Lamar, Wiz, and Kodak.

If any random person tries to hug Damian he'll immediately push them away, he'll bitch and moan about just about anyone hugging him other than Bruce & Dick.

Damian loves to go to the beach/the ocean. He just thinks it's so vast and he loves the brineness of the air. Also being half white, quarter middle-eastern and quarter Chinese (Yes everyone forgets Talia is half Chinese) Damian gets DARK. And although he's just okay as a swimmer he still likes bogeyboarding and eventually wants to learn how to surf.

I'm genuinely afraid once Puberty is done with this kid and everyone in the family is. He has Bruce Wayne AND Talia Al-Ghouls genes and those are two SEXY human beings. Damian's gonna grow a beard one day and people aren't going to know how to act.

Damian secretly plays Fortnight and not even Jon knows. He doesn't want to get shamed. He'd rather lose a match and ruin his streaks than deal with the shame of anyone in that family finding out he plays Fortnight.

Damian Wayne's favorite foods (canon*) Cereal*, Avocados, Grilled Tempeh, his mom's Tabbouleh, Mushroom Tacos, and Vegan Sushi rolls, and grape juice.

Duke Thomas

Duke is like, freakishly good with a piano, and he picked it up naturally!

Also everyone says Tim brews the best pot of coffee in the Bat Family, cue to everyone's surprise when Tim was sick one day and couldn't make a pot. Only to find the coffee was freaking amazing. Duke didn't take any credit at first until Alfred let it slip that Duke was the one who brewed the pot.

Duke being the only Meta of the family originally thought he was the double-token because he was a Meta and a black boy. Needless to say his fears were seriously unfounded the moment he got to know everyone.

Although he somewhat fears Jason and his temper initially, he and Jason have one of the closest relationships in the family. If Tim isn't around to bat for Jason, Duke will happily take his spot. The two work on each other's bikes and grew to share the same taste in music.

Duke uses his Photokenetic powers as a force for good and for shenanigans. Jason wants to play a prank on Dick and Damian while Dick is reading Damian a story? Duke will hide Jason in the shadows and will cover up his shadow. Alfred dropped something in the dark? You better believe Duke will find it in 3 seconds or less.

Duke makes it a point to visit his parents every weekend to talk to them. Although they are making some progress in their recoveries, it's still slow going. Eventually, he starts bringing members of the family to see his parents. It started with Cass, then Jason, and the rest followed suit.

Duke loves playing video games with Damian and even helps Damian beat some tougher levels when Damian is about to rage and destroy the console.

Duke is into Magic the Gathering and you cannot tell me otherwise. Duke also is the DM for the Bat Kids annual D&D games. I can and will make a D&D Batfam Headcanons if asked.

Loves Pho just as much as Cass and Tim and they all call it a date night every now and then where they can go to a hole in the wall pho place. It's really a secret between the three of them.

DUKE THOMAS IS THE BEST SWIMMER OF THE BAT BOYS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. HE JUST THRIVES IN THE WATER.

Finding out his birth father is a supervillain was really tough for him. He went into a shell for a little bit afterwards. Cass and Steph were there to help talk him out of his funk.

Duke Thomas's favorite foods (lol what canon DC hasn't acknowleged our boy in a while..) Chicken Pho, Thai Iced Tea, Papaya, Crab Cakes, Italian Hoagies, his mom's Lemon Poundcake, mint chocolate chip ice cream.

I hope y'all enjoyed! Up next (eventually) will be the Bat Girls!

#Dick Grayson #Batfam #Batboys #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #Bruce Wayne #Barbara Gordon #Cassandra Cain #Stephanie Brown #Headcanons #Slight OOC but hey If DC can't stay in character neither should I

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