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potionsprefect · 1 year

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A New Life

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x Victoria Clarke

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Luke and Lily are welcomed into the world

Rating: General Audiences

Category: Fluff

18th September 5:23am

Victoria was awake very early, the sun wasn’t even up and her husband beside her was still asleep, which was very unlike him as he was almost always an early riser. But with the anticipation of the arrival of their twins, both Ethan and Victoria knew that they needed as much sleep as possible.

But the day had finally rolled around and Victoria had become increasingly nervous. Today was the day that the twins would be delivered via c-section. By this evening, they would have their babies in their arms.

Despite the insistence by everyone around her that she should take it easy and try to relax as much as possible, Victoria found herself with too much to do. She had been ordering more baby grows and toys (despite Ethan telling her that they didn’t need anymore). Victoria had also been kept awake by the constant kicks she felt from the twins. She was anything but relaxed.

However, all the sleepless nights, endless kicks and the aches and pains would all be worth it, when their twins would be born happy and healthy.

Deciding that she wasn’t going back to sleep, Victoria sat up and pulled the duvet back, careful to not make too much movement so Ethan didn’t wake up and got up out of bed.

Slowly, she made her way to the nursery, flicking the lights on, illuminating the dark room.

Everything was set in place, the two cribs were placed in one corner of the room, the changing table in the other, the armchair was placed by the window, with the ability to look out to the garden when holding the babies.

Everything was ready for them, the only thing that was missing was the babies.

Soft footsteps got louder and Victoria felt a pair of arms wrap around her, making her way to her large bump, caressing it gently.

“Come back to bed.” Ethan whispered in her ear.

“I can’t sleep.” Victoria replied.

Ethan smiled. “I know. Today is the day. In just 3 hours we’ll be at the hospital, ready to welcome our twins.”

“I’m excited. But also scared.”

“I know, tell me what you’re thinking.” Ethan pressed a kiss to the side of her head.

“What if there’s a complication? What if something goes wrong? What if one of the twins is sick and has to stay in the NICU? C-sections can be extremely complicated.” Victoria said.

“And if that does happen, we will deal with it together. I am not going to leave your side, whatever we may face.” Ethan said.

“I can’t believe the day is finally here.” Victoria smiled.

Ethan pressed a delicate kiss to her forehead. “Me neither. This is it Vic. Our dreams are about to come true.”

They both smiled at each, ready for their next adventure.

11:12am

Victoria stared up at the operating room ceiling, her heart pounding in her chest. The team were making final preparations before her c-section would start.

Now the nerves were starting to kick in.

When they arrived at the hospital, they had been met with lots of good luck messages from their colleagues, Victoria smiled politely but it just made her more anxious.

The process was about to start, she would soon have her babies with her.

“How are you feeling?” A voice said. Victoria looked up to see Ethan, scrubbed up looking down at her.

“Do you know how incredibly sexy you look in those scrubs?” Victoria asked.

Ethan laughed. “I think you’ve been given a lot of medication.”

“Nope, I’m perfectly lucid.” Victoria replied.

“Well I’m glad you’re calm. That’s the main thing. They’re going to start soon.” Ethan held her hand.

As instructed, the midwives were talking to Victoria, taking her through her procedure and what to expect. Victoria had already researched this and being a doctor herself, she knew what was to come.

Victoria felt an incision on her stomach, however it didn’t hurt, the medication was doing it’s job.

Victoria looked up at Ethan who’s eyes were directly focused on her. “I’m right here.” He smiled.

“I know. Please don’t go anywhere.” Victoria said.

“Of course not Vic. However long it takes.” Ethan replied.

The doctors continued their job, various tools being passed amongst each other. “We’re going to get baby number one out now.” One of the midwives said.

Victoria felt her heart beat faster, the beeping of the monitor signified that.

“Mine too.” Ethan chuckled, giving her hand a squeeze.

A couple minutes passed before there was a cry, a loud wail pierced the room.

“Baby boy is out!” The midwife smiled. Another midwife took him and put him in a medical crib.

Victoria could feel tears burning in her eyes, she didn’t attempt to hold them back. “We did it Ethan. We’re parents.” She smiled.

“You did it. I’m so proud of you.” Ethan squeezed Victoria’s hand.

“Go be with him.” Victoria said.

“Are you sure?” Ethan replied.

“Yes, make sure he’s okay.”

Ethan nodded and headed over to where Luke was. He stared down at his son in wonder, he was finally a Dad. It had been a long nine moments but it was all worth it for this moment right here.

“Baby number two will be out soon.” The midwife said to Victoria.

“He seems good Victoria. APGAR of 8.” Ethan said.

Victoria breathed a sigh of relief. One was okay, now she needed the other one to be.

“We’re gonna take him to get cleaned up and we’ll bring him to you when you’re done here.” One of the midwives said as she tagged the baby with the correct number.

“Do you want me to go with him?” Ethan asked Victoria.

“He’ll be okay Doctor Ramsey. You should see the birth of your second child.” The midwife said.

“He’ll be fine.” Victoria reached her hand out.

Ethan took it, running a gentle hand over her knuckles. “One down one to go.”

The midwives moved fluently, working to get the second baby out.

“Almost there. Hang in there Victoria.” The midwife said.

“I’m trying.” Victoria said, excited to meet her child.

A few minutes passed before the midwife said. “Baby girl is out!”

She was placed on a crib, a small faint cry emitting from her.

“Why isn’t she crying loudly?” Victoria asked.

“She will.” Ethan squeezed her hand.

Victoria could feel her heart rate rising, she needed to hear a cry, she wanted her baby girls sound to be as loud as her brothers. She wouldn’t relax until she did.

Victoria looked to her right and saw the midwives attending to her. She was desperately waiting, it seemed like it was taking forever.

At last she heard it, relief flooded through her.

“She just needed a bit of help, we’re going to take her to the NICU.” The midwife said.

“Is she okay?” Ethan asked.

“She will be. It’s purely a precaution.” The midwife explained as they escorted their baby girl out of the room.

“Victoria look at me.” The other midwife working on her said. “Your babies are going to be fine. Sometimes they just need a little extra help breathing but that’s perfectly normal. We’re going to stitch you up and get you in recovery so you can see them.”

Victoria nodded slowly, looking up at Ethan.

“You did it Vic. They’re here.” Ethan smiled.

Victoria felt tears roll down her cheeks. “Mom and Dad.” She smiled.

The start of their new journey was here, and both were so excited for it.

7:34pm

Victoria was recovering well and was back in her room in the maternity ward, her baby boy sleeping soundly beside her.

Her baby girl was in the NICU but was doing well and the midwives said she should be able to come off the ventilator in a couple days. They reassured Victoria that it was normal for babies to sometimes need extra assistance and that she would be fine.

“He’s so small.” Ethan smiled as he stared down at his son.

“A good weight though for a twin. Same with baby girl.” Victoria smiled.

“I should go and check how she is doing. Do you want to come?” Ethan asked.

“I think it’s best if I stay here. But can you FaceTime me so I can see her?” Victoria reached for her phone.

“Of course.” Ethan said, pressing a kiss to Victoria’s lips and then a gentle one to their baby’s forehead. “I won’t be long.”

Ethan headed out the room and Victoria stared down at the baby. She couldn’t believe they were finally here. Victoria and Ethan couldn’t wait to take them home, they were finally a family, and they were so happy.

Her phone buzzed and soon Ethan was on her screen, smiling at her.

“She’s doing really well. They’re really happy with her progress.” Ethan explained.

“That’s brilliant. I think we should name them. We can’t keep calling them baby boy and girl.” Victoria laughed.

“You’re right we can’t. Do you still like the names we came up with?”

Victoria smiled. “I do. I think they go well. It fits them perfectly.”

“Then Lily here will be off the ventilator in no time.” Ethan said.

“And Luke will be getting unlimited amounts of cuddles in the meantime.” Victoria nodded.

“Luke and Lily sound like a double act. Hopefully they won’t get into too much trouble.” Ethan laughed.

“With you disciplining them how could they.” Victoria chuckled.

“I’m so proud of you. And the little family we created. I love you.” Ethan smiled.

“I love you too.” Victoria smiled.

Their family was now complete. And they couldn’t wait to see what was in store for the four of them.

Wasn’t that just so fluffy?!

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mrhowells · 1 year

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Smallvillle 4x13

disclaimer: I blame too much sun exposure and the huge slushie I drank but my mood when I watched the episode was basically this:

MOTHER🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

😭😭😭squealing blushing kicking my feet

They way one slipper is still on her foot and she's cuddling the other one😭😭

I'm down bad, REALLY bad

god she's pretty

Jonathan not letting Clark drink on principle even though alcohol doesn't affect him is so on brand

I'M INCONSOLABLE😭😭😭

my heart is doing backflips I SjsakjskaAJDKA

WHY IS EVERYONE SO LOVABLE TODAY I'M ABOUT TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK SO MANY EMOTIONS

no because if you could hear the sounds that I'm making right now

look I'm too weak for this, I'm not even going to be focusing on the plot, this is literally just me embarrassing myself over clois

I just know that when I finally get to "where is she" it's going to send me straight to the grave🤡

LOIS JUST ONE CHANCE I-

Chloe what were you hoping to accomplish here💀 (I mean she makes a valid point but is she going to pretend she doesn't know about his powers or no?)

I CAN'T DO THIS RN

I have no words

lmaoooo am I watching a car commercial right now?? (edit: turns out it was relevant to the plot later on, could've still been a smart commercial, idk let's move on)

CLARK KEEPS SMILING, HAVE YOU NO COMPASSION FOR MY POOR HEART😭😭😭

I'm dying but I've never felt so alive, does that make sense?

just realized I'm only 14 minutes in, god help us all

jkdsajsjkcsdjvs

screaming rn

SOMEBODY HELP THIS PUPPY

idk why they keep trying though, he's clearly uncomfortable💀💀

I LOVE THIS I LOVE THIS SO MUCH AAAAARGH

I C O N I C .

I love them your honor they're my everything😭

"She's no Hemmingway, but still-"

plssss

Clark ushering her back into the closet, GET MARRIED I THINK U SHOULD GET MARRIED RIGHT NOW😭

he called her his friend that makes me so happy😭

NUH UH, NO LOIS SLANDER ON MY WATCH

seeing Lana chew out Lex feels so good, GO OFF QUEEN

this dude telling Lois his tragic life story while paralyzing her is so???, SHE DOES NOT CARE DUDE AND NEITHER DO I🤡

"What are you gonna do, break it and rip open the safe?" "... of course not."

lol

"Don't worry, it'll be quick." DUDE YOU'RE LITERALLY LETTING HER DROWN HOW TF IS THAT QUICK????? Not a single braincell left in this mfs head

I don't think Chloe quite understood the advice she got from Lois about Clark's secret, she keeps trying to get him to confess💀

TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!!!!!!!

dude stop monologuing, I'm trying to savor this moment (I do know that Clark is having his own little realization about playing football and lying but still)

HE DOESN'T WANT TO KNOW YOUR LIFE STORY DUDE, HE WANT'S TO KNOW HER LOCATION, DID HE STUTTER?

(his monologues aren't even that long, I just lack ✨patience✨)

I won today.

Clark I love you😭😭😭 He's such a good kid

Martha and Jonathan and Clark, perfection. Enough said.

Lana just give up men at this point, it's not worth it I promise.

THE CHEMISTRY IS CHEMISTRYING AND I AM LIVINGGGG

LMAOOOOO LOIS I LOVE YOU

Lois just happened, don't sweat it bby you never stood a chance

"Chloe you've been saying a lot of weird things to me lately." LMAOOOOO

They need to stop playing songs that I mainly know from memes if they want me to take this seriously😭

🎶how could this happen to meeeee🎶

I need to go to sleep.

#ellie's smallville thoughts #smallville #4x13 #clark kent #lois lane #clois #jonathan kent #chloe sullivan

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princessmisery666 · 2 years

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

Summary: When Superman died, Martha lost her son and her home. A friendly neighbor, Sage, took her in and cared for her when she got sick. Clark makes a difficult decision to return home to the Kent farm after breaking up with Lois. Can Sage convince him it was the right decision? Can he show her that running from her past isn’t her only option?

Warnings: angst, fluff, domestic violence mentioned, break-up mentioned.

W/C: 7.2k

Rating: M (mature 16+)

Characters: Clark Kent, Martha Kent, OC’s.

Pairing: Clark Kent (Kal-Al) x OFC

A/N: first time writing for Clark Kent, little nervous about it, but I love this whole thing.

Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch // @girl-next-door-writes took a look for me too.

Graphics: @myulalie made the beautiful title card. dividers by @firefly-graphics

Master Lists: Main // DC

Home Is Where The Heart Is

The smell of barley and wheat grew stronger the closer the truck took him to his childhood home. Hickory Lane was as bumpy as ever, and the lack of change made Clark smile. It was nice to know some things remained as they had always been. He thumbed a tune against the side of the door, arm hanging out the open window, his happy mood increasing with each rotation of the wheels. As uneven as the dirt road was, he barely felt it. The new Ford pickup truck, courtesy of Bruce Wayne, was top of the line, and Clark looked forward to using it to its full potential on the Kent Farm.

Dusty heard the truck arrive and pushed the screen door open to stand guard on the porch, barking at the unknown visitor.

“Hey boy,” Clark called, jumping out of the vehicle and walking to meet the happy dog.

The screen door squeaked again - he’d have to fix that - and he looked away from the overzealous dog to see his mother, followed by an auburn-haired woman, walk onto the porch.

“Clark!” Martha said, smiling happily but with a hint of inconvenience in her tone, “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.”

His mother wasn’t getting any younger, and he wanted to be there for her in her twilight years to help run the farm. Since Bruce had brought it for them, there was no financial incentive to keep it going. Now, it was simply for the love of what their family had built.

He jogged the distance to the porch and met his mother as she reached the bottom step.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he told her, enveloping her in a hug.

Being in his mother’s arms, listening to the wildlife chirp and hum combined with the smell of greenery and freshly baked cakes and not car fumes or garbage was overwhelming, and a sigh filled with relief blew strands of his mother’s hair. Yes, he’d definitely made the right decision.

The break-up with Lois hadn’t been easy, though he’d been able to see it a million miles away, even without x-ray vision. She wanted to advance her career, and becoming an editor had taken up most of her time. They had grown apart. It was no one’s fault. It was what it was, but Clark had vowed to live a solitary inconspicuous life. He wouldn’t burden anyone else with keeping his secret or ask them to accept parts of him he wasn’t willing to disclose. Leaving The Daily Planet and New York hadn’t been an easy decision, but the heat from the sun-dried earth, dust kicking up under his feet, and the fresh country air was a beacon that it was the right one.

“It’s good to be home,” he said, reluctantly letting his mother go. Remembering she had company, he climbed the few steps and stretched out his hand with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, that was rude. It’s just good to finally be back.”

She waved him off, “not at all.”

He took her in as she grasped his hand to shake. She was about his age, perhaps a few years younger, with light auburn hair, the same color as autumn leaves succumbing to winter, reds and browns, with a few grey specks peeking through, but it was the color of her eyes that distracted him from everything else. Her irises were a grey-green color. He was mesmerized for a moment, and it took her heart rate increasing to make him realize how intently he’d been staring.

“Um, sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m Clark.”

“Sage,” she said.

Sage - that explained the color of her eyes.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” A warm smile pulled at her lips, and she looked down at their clasped hands. A blush crept onto his cheeks as he acknowledged they’d been entwined for entirely too long.

“Martha’s been chewing your ear off about the prodigal son returning, I bet.”

Sage laughed, and he chuckled as his mother protested before she could confirm or deny the claim. “I’ve done no such thing,” Martha batted his arm when she reached the top of the steps. “I guess I should go make your room up,” she said. There was that ounce of inconvenience in her tone again, but Clark knew she was delighted to have him home.

“I can make my own bed, Ma.”

“I’m going to leave you two to it,” Sage told them with a chuckle.

“I’ll see you for breakfast tomorrow,” Martha reminded her, heading inside.

“See you then,” Sage called after her as the older woman disappeared into the house. Turning her attention back to Clark, she whispered, “Um, do you have a second?”

Intrigued, he nodded and followed her off the porch toward the old black Jeep. She stopped when she reached the driver’s side and looked back toward the house before turning to face him.

“I know you’ve only just got home and all, but I think there’s something you should know,” she checked over her shoulder again, and he figured she was checking on Martha’s location before she spoke. “Eleven months ago, Martha had a stroke.”

“What?” he asked, shocked and confused.

Sage held her arms out as if to calm him. “She’s okay now, I was with her when it happened, and we caught it in time. The doctor said it was mild. There are no lasting effects, and she’s on medication to help with blood clots, but when it happened, she point blank refused to let me call you...”

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously but hoped she interpreted it as upset rather than discomfort. His mother had to refuse that he be contacted. After all, he wouldn’t have answered because he was dead.

“...I don’t know what was going on with the two of you, if you’d had a fight or something, but she said she didn’t want to worry you. I know she’s not planning on telling you now, and maybe I’m overstepping here, but it doesn’t matter,” she ranted, and Clark heard her elevated heartbeat. “I care about her, she’s been good to me, and I don’t mean to step on anyone’s toes or upset anyone, but…”

“Sage,” he said, breaking her rambling thoughts. “You’re not overstepping. whatever it is, I want to know if my mother is sick.”

She sighed, relieved that he seemed to understand. “She says the medication makes her feel sick and really sleepy. She stopped taking it a few days ago. I told her she should go see the doctor, get it changed to something else, but she’s,” she paused, as if choosing her words, but Clark finished the thought for her.

“A stubborn woman who thinks she knows better?”

“Exactly,” Sage grinned.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. He was grateful the woman cared enough for his mother that she risked betraying her confidence to ensure she got the care she needed.

Sage slid into the seat of her car, put her hand on the handle to pull the door closed, but thought better of it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to dump this on you five minutes after you got home,” she winced, regret clear as day on her face. “It’s just, I lost my Dad to a heart attack, and I’m worried about her.”

“Please don’t be sorry,” he smiled and watched her shy away. “I’ll talk to her, and I’m sure between the two of us, we can get her to see sense.”

She nodded, and it was clear the weight she had carried was lighter now she’d shared it with him. He closed her door and watched her drive away before he grabbed a box from the truck bed and headed inside.

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Clark found Martha in his bedroom, remaking the bed. She smiled at him when he dropped the box on the chair in the corner. He watched her fluff up his pillows, the content smile still reflected on her weathered face. She looked older, not old, just that the last year had been tough. Losing her son and then her home had taken a visible toll; her eyes still held some of the hardship she’d suffered.

He would spend as much of his time as he could, as much as Martha could stand, assuring her she’d never have to suffer that way again. A parent should never have to bury a child, and he’d be damned if she’d have to do it twice. He also refused to allow her to ignore her health and well-being due to simple stubbornness.

“Sage seems nice,” he said, a subtle way he hoped to broach the subject of her medical care.

“Oh, she’s wonderful,” Martha cooed. “She was kind enough to take me in when the bank took the farm. I wanted to stay in a motel, but she refused. She has been so good to me.” She stopped her task to turn a bittersweet smile on her son. “She lost her mother when she was young, her father a few years ago, we kind of adopted each other.”

Though thankful she had someone to help her during a difficult time, he hated that she’d had to seek comfort from someone else. Clark closed the distance and wrapped his mother in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Ma.”

“Oh, stop it,” Martha huffed and squirmed out of his arms.

“I’m glad you had her,” Clark said casually as he began unpacking the box. “I’m happy there are people like her left in the world. Someone to give you a home when I couldn’t help and ensure you were taking care of yourself.”

She caught his attempt to be subtle and sighed, standing straight from tucking the corners of his bed down. “Ah, she told you.”

Clark nodded. “She told me.”

“I’m fine, really,” she insisted, striding from the room as if that were the end of it.

“Mom,” he warned, following after her. “Sage said you’ve stopped taking your medication.”

“Please don’t make a fuss.”

“Oh, fuss will be made,” he confirmed, trotting down the stairs behind her. “Mom, you need the medication. We can talk to the doctor to get it changed if that’s what you need. But you can’t just stop taking it.”

Stubbornly, she chose to ignore him, filling the kettle with water from the tap and placing it on the stove. He hadn’t expected it to be easy; his mother was a woman of immense pride.

“Please, Ma,” he sighed. He didn’t want to be manipulative, but he knew the words she’d need to hear to make her see sense, so he uttered them as faintly as he could and still be heard. “I don’t want to have to bury you sooner than your time.”

“Clark,” she admonished, turning to him. He shrugged and gave a small mirthless smile. “Okay, fine,” she conceded, “I will call the doctor's office and make an appointment.”

Sage, a barista slash waitress at The Ross Cafe, enjoyed her job. The locals were all fun characters, and the tourists that stopped off on their travels were always an interesting conversation. But her favorite part of the day was just after closing time, when it was late, and the night beyond the window reflected her image back at her. It gave her a sense of being alone. No cars passed on the quiet street outside, and she didn’t need to worry about what someone might need. Her only thought was cleaning and preparing everything to be ready for the morning shift.

She liked to clean, everyone who knew her well enough teased her about it, but she didn’t mind. There was something therapeutic about making something shine or seeing the dirt washed away. The final job was to wipe the tables down, place the chairs on top and then mop the floor.

She was in the back, filling a bowl with clean soapy water, ready to make a start on the tables, when she thought she heard a light knock on the front door. It was odd to have a visitor, the opening times were clearly stated on the sign hanging in the window, and she hadn’t found any forgotten property - Mr. Potter had a habit of leaving his hat.

She switched off the faucet, and there was no mistaking the second, harder, more definitive knock. Popping her head around the corner, she saw Clark standing outside the door. His small awkward smile accompanied by a slight wave confirmed he was, in fact, looking for her.

“Hey,” Sage called through the glass while she rushed to disengage the locks. “Is Martha oaky?” she asked once the door no longer muffled her voice.

“Yes. Yes, she’s fine,” he said quickly to assure her. “I just wanted to bring you these,” he explained, lifting the bouquet of flowers she hadn’t noticed he’d been holding until that moment. A small mix of red and orange flowers wrapped in plain white paper. “I spoke to my mom, and she told me everything you’ve done for her, even before the stroke, and they aren’t much, but I wanted to say thank you.”

“They’re lovely, thank you.” She took them from him and pulled them to her nose to smell. “But you really didn’t have to. I promise you Martha has thanked me handsomely in baked goods.”

“The woman loves to bake,” He chuckled.

She liked his smile; it was bright, comforting, and contagious. She had no choice but to return it, but it soon turned to an unsure grimace. “Did you manage to convince Martha to go to the doctor?”

“Yes,” he replied, “she called and made an appointment for Wednesday. I’m going with her.”

“Good, I’m glad. Is she mad at me for telling you?”

“A little, maybe.” He whispered, “but I’ll protect you from her.”

“Hey,” she scolded lightly, “I would not like to be on the wrong side of Martha.”

“Agreed.”

Ten seconds of silence passed between them, and Sage was ready to wish him a good night.

“You, um, need a hand?” he asked, nodding inside.

She held his gaze for a moment; something in it told her it was more than an offer of assistance. “I’m almost done,” she said, “but I’m sure I can find something for you to do.”

He rubbed his hands together, “put me to work.”

Three consecutive nights Clark had shown up at the coffee shop to help Sage lock up. She didn’t mind; he was easy company. They made small talk, general conversation about the weather, Martha, and the patrons of the cafe.

It made sense that he felt like a friend to her, Martha constantly spoke about him, and she felt she knew him already. But even if she didn’t, it was easy to see he was hurting. He was seeking distractions, keeping busy, finding something to occupy his thoughts, and though she didn’t want to be presumptuous, it stood to question that Clark would offer his help for a fourth night.

“I won’t be here tomorrow night,” she told him as she locked the door once they were out on the street. “But I’m sure Danielle will be grateful for the help.”

“Night off?”

“Yeah.” Clark wasn’t one to pry for information that wasn’t offered, so she added, “I’m going into Metropolis to watch a movie. The movie theatre in town shut down, so I go and watch a double feature once a month. I have to make the long drive worth it.” She shrugged, feeling a little silly. “I’m a movie junkie, the escapism of it all.”

“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he said genuinely, but it only made her slightly more self-conscious that he’d picked up on it.

“My-um-Dad,” she cleared her throat of the emotion the memory caused. “We used to go to dinner and a movie together once a month. It was our way of ensuring we kept each other updated on our lives, y’know? He never missed one, always made sure he was available whenever I was.” she smiled fondly, remembering the delight in her Father’s voice whenever she’d call to arrange the evening. “Since he passed, I can’t break the habit.”

“That’s sweet,” Clark said as they reached their vehicles. “It’s a nice way to honor him.”

“Thanks again for the help,” Sage said as she slipped into the driver's seat of her car. Clark was a gentleman and always waited until she was in her car on her way home before he got into his truck, and it was no different this time. He hung on the open door, and it seemed as if he wanted to say something, so Sage waited.

“My thing,” he started, eyes staring off into the distance. “To honor my father is to help people.”

“Well,” Sage began when he finally met her eyes again, “if he was anything like Martha, he’s more than proud of you. He’s bragging about you to all the angels and anyone else who’ll listen.”

He chuckled and nodded, “Goodnight, Sage.”

“Goodnight, Clark.”

Sage turned the key in the ignition and the engine ticked but nothing else. She pumped the gas and tried again. Nothing.

“Not now!”

She’d given herself enough time to drive to town, eat a late lunch/early dinner and then see two movies. She didn't have time to mess around with her car or call someone to give her a jump. She was already ten minutes off schedule.

“Please come on,” she sighed and turned the key again. The engine ticked over but didn’t jump to life. She growled and leaned forward over the steering wheel to look up at the sky through the windshield. “Dad, if you’re listening, you gotta do something to help me out here!”

Her wish was granted in the form of Clark’s pickup truck bouncing up the dirt track toward her. What was he doing there? He knew she was going to the movies; she’d told him the previous evening.

Oh god. Martha!

Panic had her jumping out of the car, narrowly missing hitting Clark’s passenger door as he pulled up beside her.

“Is Martha okay?” she asked as soon as he opened his door.

“She’s fine,” he said, brow creased, and then realization hit, and he looked sincerely apologetic. “Oh, I’m sorry, you thought… No, Marth is fine.” Clark explained, then paused for her to overcome the panic she felt. “I was out on the porch,” he pointed in the direction of the Kent farm two miles to the left, “I saw your car was still here, thought it might have been giving you trouble.”

Clark had needed to give her a jump start the second night he’d helped her clean up the cafe. So he was no stranger to the inconsistencies of her engine.

“It is,” she said with a heavy sigh. “Think you could get her going for me?”

“Absolutely, but I wouldn’t want you to get stranded, so,” he suggested sheepishly, “can I join you? Only if it’s not a problem. I don’t want to impose or anything.”

His coyness was adorable, and she wouldn’t have been able to deny him even if she’d wanted to. “I’d love for you to join me. ”

Sage’s house came into view as Clark guided his truck up the dirt path, and she realized she was disappointed that the night was coming to an end. It hadn’t been a date; she understood that, but she still pondered the best way to say goodnight.

Clark presumably had no idea what he’d done for her; she’d been devastated when her car wouldn’t start. He’d literally been her savior, and though she insisted on paying for the entire night; gas money, dinner, movie tickets, and snacks to thank him, Clark had declined and even tried to pay for her. They’d compromised and split everything down the middle.

The truck came to a stop, and while Sage rummaged in her bag for her keys, Clark was out and moving impossibly fast around the vehicle to open her door for her.

“Your folks really did raise you right,” she remarked with a soft smile.

“Yes, they did, Ma’am,” he tipped his imaginary hat and offered his hand to assist her out of the cab of the truck.

“Thank you for today,” she said once she was on solid ground and looking up at him.

“Thank you for letting me tag along.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed, “you ever just let someone thank you?”

Clark scrunched his face as if deep in thought, looking off to the left, and then shook his head, “there was that one time in ninety-four, I think. Suzie Jones thanked me for letting her borrow my pen.”

Sage laughed, she liked his sense of humor, and he joined her. His eyes seemed to sparkle, and she wasn’t sure if it was the cordial laughter or the shine of moonlight that captivated her, but he appeared to be as mesmerized in hers as she was in his. She was momentarily lost in the warmth the arctic blue offered, and the patch of brown in the upper left was somehow a perfect imperfection.

Clark moved slowly, his head dipping toward her, making her freeze to the spot. He kissed her cheek, the scratch of his stubbled chin tickled, and she shivered, rather than pulling away. “Goodnight, Sage,” he whispered against her skin.

“Goodnight, Clark,” she said just as quietly and reluctantly stepped around him to make her way to the door.

“Are you at work tomorrow?” he called as she climbed the few steps onto the porch.

“Yeah, I’m closing as usual.”

“See you at ten then,” he said when she turned to look at him.

“I’ll save you a slice of cake.”

His smile reached his eyes, and even from a distance, they sparkled. “Chocolate, please.”

“Like I didn’t already know,” she chuckled and pushed the key into the lock.

A Few Weeks Later.

Despite the late hour in which he finally got to bed, Clark was up and in the shower at six. He’d followed what had become his routine, helping Martha during the day and assisting Sage in the evening.

Long after she’d locked the cafe doors to the public, they were still talking about nothing and everything; light subjects that had been covered and sometimes subjects that delved a little deeper. For the first time since meeting her, Clark had felt real guilt that she didn’t know who he truly was, Kal Al. But he’d pushed past it and focused on enjoying her company, which wasn’t hard to do.

It was Wednesday; Sage would be over by six-thirty for breakfast with Martha, as was the ladies' routine. Though Clark would deny it when Martha ultimately remarked on it, he wanted to look fresh and smell good for Sage’s arrival. As to not look too eager, he made his way downstairs at six-forty and expected to hear the two women chatting, but there were no voices, and only his mother’s and Dusty’s heartbeats could be heard.

“Mom,” Clark asked, stepping out onto the porch to stand beside her.

“Was Sage okay last night?” Martha asked, eyes fixed on the empty driveway. “It’s not like her to be late.”

“She was fine,” he confirmed, “said she’d be round at six-thirty.”

Martha checked her watch and scowled as if the device was lying to her. “Can you go over and check on her?”

“Ma,” Clark chuckled, “she’s ten minutes late. Maybe she overslept; we didn’t get home until late.”

“Clark,” Martha scolded, “indulge your mother, please. She’s never late. She lives by the motto; ‘if you’re not ten minutes early, then you're late’. This isn’t like her at all.”

Sensing and seeing Martha’s worry for the woman, Clark chose not to protest any further. He closed his eyes and focused his senses. In his mind's eyes, he followed the dirt path to the main road, and his enhanced hearing picked up the roll of a semi truck’s wheels on the asphalt but no other cars. He traced the journey Sage would take with both his mind and ears. It wasn’t until he reached her front door that he heard her elevated heartbeat and the sizzle of bacon in a pan. And wait...another heartbeat and running water.

“There’s someone else there,” Clark explained to his mom, eyes still closed. “In the shower, humming a song.”

“What song?” Martha asked, and Clark felt the concern jolt through him when she wrapped her hand around his wrist. “What song, Clark?”

“Stairway to Heaven, I think.”

“Oh god,” she shook his arm, and he took the cue to open his eyes. “Clark, you have to get over there right now. He found her.”

“Who found her?”

“Her husband,” Martha explained.

“Her what?”

“Clark, listen to me. He’s a bad man; he’s going to hurt her if he hasn’t already. Please, you have to go over there. Make an excuse about worrying that her car acted up again and do not leave her alone with him.”

“Okay, okay,” he conceded and raced inside to grab his car keys.

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The shower shut off when he was half a mile away, and he pushed his foot down so hard on the accelerator that the metal beneath it creaked, but he eased off before it went through the floor.

Her husband.

Sage was married? That was news to him. She’d mentioned a past relationship that went sour, but she’d never mentioned a husband.

The truck had barely stopped before Sage was racing down the porch steps, with frantic worry in her eyes and soap suds on her hands still.

Her left eye was swollen, a nasty bruise steadily forming over the bridge of her nose, and a small cut on her bottom lip looked angry and sore. “Clark, you have to leave,” she said, pushing the truck door closed before he could get his leg out.

“What’s going on? What happened to your eye?” He asked, feigning innocence.

“Please, Clark,” she begged, tears distorting her eyes. “You can’t be here. I need you to leave. Apologize to Martha for me, but please, you need to go.”

The second heartbeat he’d detected and continued to trace walked down the internal stairs. “Sage,” he tried again to push the door open, and she shoved it closed. “What…”

“He can’t see you,” she fretted, and her heart accelerated as the panic built. She couldn’t have known, but Clark heard the source of her anguish grow closer, and Sage turned to the sound of the screen door creaking open.

“Adam,” she said, smiling tightly and finally walking away from the car to allow Clark to exit. “This is Clark, the neighbor I told you about, from the Kent farm.”

Adam disregarded Sage and kept his focus on Clark. The grin he gave was anything but friendly and loaded with irritation. “Little early for a visit, isn’t it?”

“Seems I’m too late,” Clark noted, walking closer. “You do that to her eye?”

“She’s clumsy,” Adam shrugged, “fell down the stairs. Lucky I was here, could have knocked herself unconscious.”

“Sage,” said Clark, grabbing her elbow to stop her from taking the first step up onto the porch. “Go see Martha,” he demanded and pushed the keys to his truck into the palm of her hand.

“I’m fine, honestly. You can go.” She tried to smile, but it tugged on the cut of her lip, and it fell before it wholly formed.

“What’s your problem, dude?” Adam asked, arms folded over his chest and leaning against the porch post, a smug snake-like smirk on his lips. “You heard her; she’s fine.”

She was anything but fine. Even without his enhanced senses, Clark would have been able to tell she was utterly petrified not only for herself but for him too.

“I don’t want any trouble Clark, please.”

“Go now,” he commanded, holding her eyes, “I’ll be right there.”

Adam had evidently had enough of the interference and swaggered down the steps, “I think she wants you to leave.”

Clark stood tall, put Sage behind him, and took a step forward. “Believe me,” Clark cautioned, jaw clenching, “you don’t want to do this. Walk away, and I won’t hurt you.”

The other man didn’t take the warning seriously, and though his fist hit its target, Clark’s face, it served to do nothing but hurt Adam’s hand. Merely for effect, Clark jerked his head to the side, but he’d barely felt the connection.

Adam yelled and shook his hand as if to shake the feeling back into it. Clark hoped he’d broken a few bones. He stood straight again and focused on Sage. She was still afraid, but there was a smidge of joy seeing Adam dance around clutching his hand.

“You broke my hand,” Adam cried, and Clark took immense pleasure in seeing the pain was enough to bring tears to his eyes.

“You broke your own hand,” Sage defended, and as unnecessary as it was, Clark admired her courage in supporting him.

“You’ve got three minutes to get whatever crap you bought with you and get outta here,” Clark explained to the asshole that could barely be called a man. “Or I can have the county sheriff’s escort you out of town. Your choice.”

“I don’t have a car.”

If Sage had known who he truly was, Clark would have happily flown Adam to the other side of the planet. “So get walking,” suggested Clark.

“Take my car,” Sage suggested, and the desperation in her voice was distressing. She was eager for the man to leave so much so she’d give up her only mode of transport to have him gone. “Just please, Adam, leave me alone.”

Adam looked from her to Clark, weighing his options.

Clark cocked his brow, an invitation for Adam to argue. Part of him wanted Adam to protest or throw another punch so he would be further justified in showing him what a real beating felt like. But violence wasn’t the answer, especially when Clark knew he could quite easily kill the man.

“Sage,” he said pointedly, “we’re late for breakfast.” He took her hand and led her to his truck. He checked over his shoulder, and Adam had made the wise decision to do as he’d been ordered and was headed back into Sage’s house. “Oh, and Adam, if there is even a speck of dust in the wrong place when she returns, I’ll be coming to find you.”

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The short ride from Sage’s to the Kent Farm was made in bleak silence. Clark kept his eyes on the road ahead; an unnerving focus Sage had never seen before. His jaw was clenched tight, and she worried he was holding back anger. Anger that he’d had to rescue her or disappointment that she’d lied to him.

She believed she’d upset him, and that irked her more than anything.

“I’m sorry.” Worried that Dusty’s barking at their arrival had drowned her out, she cleared her throat and said it louder. “I’m sorry, Clark.”

“What for?” he asked, and confusion knitted his brow as he put the truck into park.

“Everything, I should’ve told you about him.”

He twisted in his seat to face her. “Sage, you don’t owe me anything. But I thought,” he shook his head and corrected himself, “I just wish you’d trusted me with it.”

“It wasn’t about trust,” she sighed. “I’m embarrassed. I didn’t like the idea of you thinking I’m some battered woman who needs to be handled like precious glass.”

“I’d never think that of you.”

The sincerity in his eyes made her believe him. “I meant to tell you. But the last few weeks, all the time we’ve spent together, I haven’t felt that carefree and alive in such a long time. I just wanted to keep that as long as I could, and it’s not exactly a great conversation starter; oh, by the way, I’m married, and my husband used to beat me. Wanna grab dinner?”

Martha appeared on the porch beyond the windshield, and Sage gave her a small wave to reassure her she was okay.

“Let’s go get some breakfast,” Clark suggested.

“I’d like to explain,” she told him, watching his mother realize they needed a moment and turn to go back into the house. “If you want to know.”

“I want to know everything you want me to know.”

“It was a whirlwind romance,” she smiled mirthlessly. “He swept me off my feet, and two months after we met, we were married. Less than a year after he got the ring on my finger, he hit me for the first time. He was drunk, said it was stress ‘cause he’d lost his job, and of course, he was sorry, and he’d never do it again.” she rolled her eyes and shook her head. Clark’s jaw clenched, and she heard the scrape of his teeth. “I foolishly believed him.”

“You're not a fool,” he reprimanded. “You gave him the benefit of the doubt.”

She loved that he wanted to defend her actions and assure her he didn’t think she was an idiot even if she felt like one. “A few months later, he did it again, totally sober that time, and I walked out with only the clothes on my back. I stayed in a women’s shelter for a while. I didn’t realize it at the time, but he’d isolated me from my friends. I had no one. I tried to get a restraining order, but no one believed me. Adam didn’t have a history of violence, I’d never reported him before, and there was a rumor around town he’d been sleeping with our neighbor.”

His lips pursed into a straight line, and he understood where her story was heading. “So they just assumed you were a woman scorned trying to get back at him.”

“Exactly. A couple of weeks later, I got the call to say my Dad had had a heart attack, so I raced back here. It’s been two years, and I haven’t heard from Adam or seen him. A few days ago, I got an email from a lawyer asking where to send divorce papers. I was an idiot. I saw a way to wash my hands clean of him, so I replied. That must be how he found me.”

“I have a few friends in law enforcement, contacts from my time at the Daily Planet. I’m going to make some calls, make sure he leaves town.”

She smiled sheepishly, “please don’t call in any favors for me. I, um,” she wrung her hands nervously. “I’m gonna sell my Dad’s place, go somewhere he can’t find me.”

“What?” Clark practically yelled, and she winced. “No, Sage,” he grabbed her dancing hands and tugged to make her twist to face him better. “You can’t let him run you out of your home!”

Tears clouded her vision, and she sniffed back a sob before it broke free. “I don’t have a choice. I know him, Clark; you’ve bruised his ego. He won’t give up. He’ll be back, and he’ll just be smarter about it next time.”

“Let me make some calls, and I promise I can make it so he won’t bother you anymore. Give me a couple of days; please don’t make any decisions just yet.”

Sage waited a beat, wondering what he could possibly do, but the determination and belief in his eyes made her nod. “Yeah, okay.”

Passing the Kent farm on her route home, a sad sigh deflated Sage’s lungs, and she felt an odd pang of grief in her chest. It had been a week since the Adam incident and, not coincidentally, a week since she’d seen Clark. She’d been for breakfast with Martha; it was Wednesday, and she wasn’t about to change her routine because she felt awkward. But Clark had been absent, and Martha hadn’t given any explanation for his absence.

Sage hadn’t questioned it; she understood Clark putting some distance between them. She had baggage, baggage that had shown up on her doorstep. She couldn’t blame him for not wanting to deal with her psychotic ex-husband. Clark had baggage, too, he wore his broken heart on his sleeve, and she’d thought, for a time, it had been mending. Clark’s smiles seemed brighter, and more genuine the more time they spent together. But perhaps her secret had ruined that. When she really got down to the bare bones of the situation and admitted it to herself, she had lied to Clark. That was no way to start a relationship, romantic or otherwise.

Clark’s pickup truck was parked in her front yard, and when she looked, he was sitting on the top of her porch steps, waiting for her from the small wave he gave her.

She shut off the engine of her car and took a deep breath. Clark was a gentleman, Martha had raised him right, and Sage worried that his perfect upbringing meant the conversation that was about to take place would be heartbreaking. He would want to explain in person that he would need to take a step back from the friendship they had formed.

Sage was no stranger to heartbreak or the end of relationships, and with a quick ‘might as well get it over with’ pep talk, she got out of the car and made her way over to Clark. He remained seated, but his smile was inviting and genuine.

“Haven’t seen you for a while,” she said but hadn’t meant it to sound as accusatory as it did.

He gave a slight nod of acknowledgment, “I’ve been busy. But I can explain it all,” he said, standing and dusting off his jeans, “but you’d need to come somewhere with me.”

She frowned suspiciously at him as he approached and held out his hand as an invitation.

“Please,” he asked, so sincerely her breath caught in her throat.

“Okay, very mysterious, but I’ll follow you.”

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Sage had been suspicious of his request, and he supposed she had every right to be; nevertheless, she allowed him to lead her to his truck and got in willingly enough. He could have told her the reason for his absence, but he wanted the gratification of seeing her face when she saw it.

He turned onto the Kent farm, and she looked over at him, “you’ve been busy working on the farm?” she asked, though he heard the uncertainty in her tone.

“I’ve been here,” Clark said, “but not exactly working on the farm. Do you trust me?”

It took her less than a heartbeat to answer, “yes.”

“Close your eyes.”

Her heart rate accelerated, but she did as he asked, and he couldn’t stop the happy smile that spread to his eyes. The road smoothed out as they grew closer, and he parked the truck next to the barn, still out of view of the surprise.

“I’m going to come round and get you out,” he explained, “keep your eyes closed.”

“Clark,” she complained, but her lips twitched up and down a few times as she fought back a smile. “What’s going on?”

He used his superior speed to race around the vehicle, and she gasped in surprise when she heard the door open. “Sorry,” he said, taking her hand and gently guiding her out of the car. “A few steps, and I’ll tell you when you can open your eyes.”

He helped Sage to the side of the barn, and now that he was about to reveal the surprise, nerves fizzed in his stomach. He took a deep breath to combat them in the same movement as releasing her hand to stand in front of her.

“Okay, you can open your eyes,” he instructed and waited for her to slowly peel them open. The barn concealed his scheme still, and he began explaining, “I’ve been planning it for months, working on it whenever I could, in between being at the cafe with you or helping Ma.”

Sage kept her eyes on him while he spoke but took the cue to follow him when he started walking backward. When she passed the edge of the barn, he spread his arms wide and watched with delight as her eyes grew bigger, and a surprised gasp made her mouth gape open until she covered it with her hand.

Clark had erected a large movie screen in an unused field on the farm. He’d asked Martha about it, and she’d thought it was a wonderful idea, something for all of the community, not just Sage.

“You’re very own movie theatre,” he said, as tears made her eyes shimmer like crystals in sunlight. “I wanted to smooth out the ground, lay a proper floor down, scatter some beanbags around, get a few deckchairs or something.” she nodded along with his ideas, her eyes fixed on the space as if envisioning it as he spoke. “But when Adam showed up, and you mentioned leaving, I knew I had to finish it, sooner rather than later. I wanted to give you a reason to stay.”

She choked back a cry and smiled, but the emotion overwhelmed her, and she burst into tears before she could speak.

Clark quickly enveloped her in a hug. “Please tell me those are happy tears.”

She nodded, her hair tickling his chin where she’d buried her head in the crook of his neck. He felt her wet tears drip onto the collar of his t-shirt while she drew in breaths to steady her voice. “I didn’t need a reason to stay,” she mumbled against his skin, “you’re reason enough.”

Her heart pulsed a little faster, but even if he weren’t able to hear it, he’d have felt the panic in her tensed muscles.

“I mean you and Martha,” Sage corrected, wriggling out his embrace. “Us together, all of us,” she fumbled over her words, and her cheeks began to match the color of her hair. It might have been one of the most adorable things Clark had ever seen. She wiped her tears with the back of her hand, taking a deep breath, “I mean our friendship. Having you as a friend is reason enough to stay.”

Clark chuckled, cupping her face with his large hands. “I know exactly what you mean,” he said softly, drawing her closer to press his lips to hers.

She responded immediately, her hands gripped his waist, and she rose to the tips of her toes to get closer to him. She tasted like his favorite chocolate cake from the cafe, and he envisioned her eating it alone while she waited for him to show up as he had before.

He hummed delightedly as he pulled back, grinning down at her, and he waited while she took a deep breath and then opened her eyes. “Maybe that’s more reason for you to stay?”

She nodded enthusiastically, “yes, definitely. But do it again just so I can be sure.”

He chuckled but obliged and kissed her again.

Clark’s decision to go home hadn’t been an easy one to make but feeling Sage melt into him, he knew he’d made the right one.

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helennabertinelli · 4 years

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hello all! im trying out a new name, so for now you can call me clark :)

#im honestly #surprised i didnt try a new name before now?? but hey #also im super paranoid abt certain people finding me on here so killing two birds with one stone lol #and yes i know thats supermans name #but clark makes me too happy for me to care C:#could this be the gender euphoria yall talk about???#caro speaks

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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Father of Mine – 2/2

Character: Bruce Wayne x Daughter!Reader

Summary: With the tragic passing of her mother, Y/N learns to the truth of who her father is.

Word Count: 4,100+

Warnings: absent father, subtle violence, mention of family death

A/N: The reader is described as tall in this fic. Bruce Wayne is 6′2 and I’m tall, so I’m indulging myself with no apologies. Read it or don’t.

Part 1

Bruce was working in the cave when Alfred interrupted him.

“Master Wayne, a guest has arrived unexpectedly.”

Bruce gave him a strange look. Hardly anyone showed up to the manor unannounced.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Alfred added.

“Right,” Bruce sighed.

“She’s waiting for you in your office.”

Bruce found Y/N pacing in the room, refusing to take the seat that he was sure Alfred offered her.

“Y/N,” he greeted, remembering how she disliked the formalities last night.

She whipped around at his greeting. “Am I your charity case now?”

He feigned confusion. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about.”

She looked offended by his lie. “Don’t insult my intelligence. You paid all of my outstanding expenses that my mother left me.”

Bruce opened his mouth.

“Don’t try to lie to me,” she warned.

Bruce closed his mouth.

“Look, I don’t need your help,” Y/N sighed in obvious irritation. “Did you or did you not pay them?”

He took in a shallow breath, “I did.”

Y/N clenched her jaw as Bruce finally admitted his deed.

“I was only trying to help.”

“You can’t just throw money at me and expect it to make up for being a no-show.”

Bruce tensed.

Did that mean…Did she know?

“You read the letter?” He asked.

“No,” she clarified. “But I figured it out.”

“I had no idea,” he tried to tell her.

“I don’t care,” she almost snorted.

“You have ever right to be angry with me…”

“I’m not angry. I’m annoyed.”

She took a defiant step toward him and crossed her arms.

The heeled boots she had on caused her already tall height to make her be eye to eye with Bruce.

How many people had faced off with Batman and cowered with fear?

But she didn’t submit or show any signs of intimidation.

“Do you think I cried myself to sleep every night as a child, wondering where my dad was or why he didn’t want me?” Y/N hissed.

Bruce didn’t respond.

“You think I give a fuck about the father-daughter dances? Or whatever the hell people think dads are only capable of doing?” She narrowed her eyes. “The thing is…I didn’t need you. I didn’t need you then and I don’t need you now.”

Bruce felt sick as he listened to her.

“I have the sneaking suspicion that you wouldn’t have been there for those anyway,” she added roughly. “My mom loved me more than enough. I didn’t need anyone else. And she made damn sure of that.”

“So I’m not your charity case to make yourself feel better after my mom made it clear she thought it was better to keep me from you, than to ever tell you that I existed. Says a lot about what kind of person she thought you are, huh?”

When Y/N finally stopped, she was taking deep breaths.

Bruce wondered how long she had that all bottled up. He didn’t think anything she said was a lie. Y/N didn’t need him. That had become clear.

She had grown up to be a successful, intelligent, and independent young woman.

And she got that way without a father figure of any sort.

After a few moments, Bruce finally bowed his head and cleared his throat. “I never intended on making you feel like a charity case.”

Bruce saw as Y/N took in a deep breath and the guilt slowly took over her expression.

“Look,” Y/N sighed, “we finally know the truth. Let’s just…let’s just move on with our lives. OK?”

Bruce couldn’t deny that the suggestion hurt.

After processing the news over the past week or so, he realized he wanted to get to know her. This wasn’t the first time a child of his had been dropped on him far too late. He had failed Damian in so many ways because of it.

But Y/N was a young woman, fully developed and independent now. And Bruce couldn’t help but wonder that him being absent from her childhood had only benefitted her.

“If that’s what you want,” he finally told her.

Y/N didn’t know him well enough to hear the underlying pain in his words.

So she simply nodded and walked past him, having nothing more to say.

——————

Bruce adjusted his tie. He wanted nothing more than to rip it off his neck.

But he was on his best behavior tonight.

This year, the Gotham Gazette was given the honor of hosting the Pulitzer Prizes. And since Bruce and Wayne Enterprises donated quite a large sum of money to the Gotham Gazette, they felt inclined to invite him.

Bruce had every intention of skipping, until he found out that Lois Lane was receiving an award and Clark would also be attending.

He figured the least he could do was congratulate her and say hi to both of them.

That’s why he was trying to find them as soon as possible so he could and get the hell out of there.

Bruce finally spotted Clark talking to a woman whose back was to him. All he saw of her was the black dress and y/h/c hair.

He made his way over.

Clark noticed him when he was a few feet away.

“I see you’ve finally left your cave,” he teased with a lift of his brow. “I honestly didn’t expect you to show.”

But when the woman Clark was speaking to turned to look at him, Bruce swore he felt his heart stop.

Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, clearly just as surprised at seeing Bruce.

None of this went missed by Clark. “Oh, do you two know each other?”

Bruce didn’t know how to respond. What would Y/N want?

So he hesitated.

“I shot him for a cover once,” Y/N answered quickly.

She was a shockingly smooth liar.

Maybe she got that from Bruce, too.

But she didn’t realize that Clark could hear her heart rate quicken, catching the fib.

“And how exactly do you two know each other?” Bruce asked, recovering quickly.

“Y/N works with Lois a lot,” Clark answered. “She basically refuses to work with any other photographer.”

Y/N managed to force a smile.

“I should actually go find her and say my congrats,” she answered.

“And I need to hunt down a drink,” she mumbled.

Both men caught it.

Clark was rather taken aback by how she fled.

The Y/N he knew was always charming and kind, usually life of the party. He’d never seen her dodge a conversation in such a way before.

As soon as she was out of hearing range, Clark gave a intimidating glare to Bruce.

“Want to tell me what that was about?” He asked Bruce.

But Bruce only clenched his jaw.

“Past fling?” Clark asked with a somewhat disappointed tilt of his head.

“No. Nothing like that,” Bruce quickly corrected.

Not only did the idea make him feel sick. But if rumors started of the two of them being romantically linked, Bruce knew it would only make Y/N hate him more than she clearly already did.

Thankfully, Clark took his denial seriously.

“She’s not my biggest fan,” Bruce added darkly.

“Y/N is a good friend,” Clark told him – almost in warning. “Lois and her have become rather close over the years.”

Then Clark smirked. “She does know how to hold a grudge though. And she’ll make your life hell...if you deserve it.”

Bruce’s brain hurt as he realized how easily Y/N and his path’s could’ve crossed. She had been friends with Clark and Lois this whole time?

“I’m happy for her,” Clark added.

“Happy for her?”

Clark looked at Bruce as if it was obvious. “She’s being awarded tonight, too.”

How could Bruce not have realized? Why didn’t he think of looking at the list of people being awarded tonight? He’d been dreading attending so much that he didn’t even consider it.

“Bruce?” Clark asked with concern.

“Hmm?” He was not one to hum or mumble.

“You alright?”

Bruce didn’t have a lot of friends.

But Clark Kent was one of them. And him and Diana had noticed how Bruce was acting off for weeks now. Bruce was notorious for remaining stoic and giving nothing for people to try and guess what he was thinking or feeling. But they both knew it was something different.

Someone over Bruce’s shoulder suddenly waved Clark over.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Clark told Bruce politely.

Bruce’s first instinct was to leave now that he knew Y/N was also in attendance.

But he knew he couldn’t act so cowardly.

Was he really that scared of his own daughter?

His eyes glanced around the room looking for her.

He spotted Y/N at one of the bars.

Either her conversation with Lois had been quick, or she simply used that as an excuse to get away from Bruce.

Bruce walked up beside Y/N at the bar.

He knew she felt his arrival by the way her body tensed.

“Had I known you would be here I would not have attended,” he told her while looking straight ahead.

Y/N ignored his apology. “How do you know Clark?”

“He’s a friend,” Bruce answered casually.

Then he allowed himself to take a sideways glance at her.

Her jaw was clenched.

He wondered what thoughts she was holding back.

Y/N really did remind him of her mother.

When they were together, Bruce was convinced she was the prettiest girl in the world. He wondered if Y/N had found someone in her life who told her the same.

“Congratulations on being honored tonight,” Bruce offered sincerely.

“Thank you,” she answered shortly.

A beat passed between them.

Bruce was about to give up and leave her be.

“Does Clark think I’m one of your one-night stands now?”

Y/N might not know Bruce well, but everyone was familiar with his romantic history. He wasn’t one to keep the same woman around for long.

“No,” he quickly answered. “I made sure to prevent such a rumor from starting.”

Y/N finally slowly turned to him, her annoyance clear. “And you’re convinced that he really believed you?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, Clark has always been rather good at detecting a lie.” His tone was so confident that it left little room for argument.

But Bruce knew a losing battle when he saw one.

He dipped his head. “Enjoy the rest of your night. Congratulations again.”

But Bruce lingered, debating if he wanted to say what was on my mind.

“You look very beautiful. Just like your mother.”

There was nothing creepy or contrived about it.

Y/N blinked at the compliment, completely taken aback.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” Bruce dipped his head and finally surrendered, leaving the party.

Y/N felt a presence behind her shoulder as he watched him leave.

“Was Bruce Wayne just hitting on you?” Lois asked with amusement.

“No. Not at all,” her tone was dazed and confused.

“He’s a good guy,” Lois told her lightly.

“Doubt it.”

“I mean it,” Lois insisted. “The media has given him a bad image. But I think he likes it that way,” she shrugged. “It’s not easy for him to open up. He’s not quick to trust.”

Lois thought she was building up a possible suitor for Y/N, having not a clue that she was describing Y/N’s father to her.

But Y/N was too busy thinking about how much Bruce sounded like her.

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A few weeks had gone by since Bruce and Y/N had run into each other at the ceremony.

It got Bruce to thinking: would he and Y/N had run into each other at some point in life – even without her mother’s posthumously confession?

Y/N knew Lois and Clark, lived in Gotham, seemed to know the same people through her work that Bruce was forced to interact with to keep up his persona.

Would he have sensed a connection had that been the case?

The possibilities kept Bruce up at night…along with the guilt that had already been eating away at him since he first read the later. And he’d read it 100 times more since.

Of all the boys, Dick was the only one that knew of Y/N’s existence. And if he hadn’t been at the right place at the right time, Bruce never would’ve told him. He had just been in shock after reading the letter that he blurted out the realization while Dick was in the same room.

Since then, Bruce didn’t linger in a room alone with him, knowing Dick would finally let all of his questions loose. And Bruce wasn’t ready to answer them.

While Tim was the one to connect them, he never followed through with what the situation was. He already had too much to deal with on a daily basis. Tim simply thought he was doing a nice favor for a beautiful woman.

But if Bruce had told him, Tim would immediately do every possible background check on Y/N. He would be suspicious of the timing and underlying motives. He would probably assume that Y/N’s end goal was to get money or fame – or both. Bruce knew eventually Tim would come to the conclusion that Y/N wanted neither of those things. But it would still get an unnecessary rise out of the boy.

Bruce didn’t even want to think about how Damian would handle it. He knew his son felt a certain level of pride from being the only blood-son of his. Knowing he had a sibling – and an older sister at that – would most likely enrage him. And that wouldn’t make anything better.

Jason…Well, Jason would get a kick out of Bruce letting down yet another child. And it would just be worse that she was blood related. He’d be curious about Y/N. Hell, he’d probably be tickled by the no-bullshit attitude Y/N had towards Bruce and her harsh efforts to keep him out of her life completely.

Now, Bruce sat at a Justice League meeting.

They were only a few minutes into a council session when his communicator started going off.

The boys knew not to contact him unless it was an emergency. So, he quickly excused himself and stood to leave the room.

“What is it?” Bruce answered, his Batman voice in full form.

“There’s been an attack at city hall,” Dick reported back hurriedly.

Bruce frowned. The boys had handled much worse things on their own before. There had to be more to it than that.

“Scarecrow,” Dick confirmed. “He released a fear toxin. It’s bad Bruce. The mayor has been infected, along with half of their staff. I think it’s a new string. Our antidote doesn’t seem to doing anything. Even if it did, we don’t have nearly enough for the amount of victims.”

“The others?” Bruce asked quickly – meaning Damian, Jason, and Tim.

“They’re fine. Jason’s trying to get everyone out before they inhale too much. Tim and Damian went after Scarecrow. GPD is in a panic.”

Bruce turned to see Clark had raced to his side. Clearly he had been eavesdropping on the conversation. But the expression in his face prevented Bruce from getting into an argument about it.

“What?” Bruce asked him, knowing something was wrong.

“Lois and Y/N were at that council meeting,” Clark breathed out.

“We’ll be there soon,” Bruce told Dick before hanging up.

—

Bruce thought he knew fear from the few times his boys had been in trouble. But it was nothing compared to the fear he had knowing it was Y/N this time. She wasn’t a trained vigilante; she was just an innocent civilian. Bruce had not insured that she was trained and could take care of herself.

As soon as Clark dropped them on the ground, they were in the midst of the chaos.

“Lois!” Clark yelled.

People were too distracted to notice Superman and Batman had arrived.

Bruce looked over to see Lois rushing to Clark. He could tell it took all of Clark’s willpower not to embrace Lois from his relief.

“Are you OK?” Clark asked as he dipped his head and his eyes raced across his wife’s body.

“I-I’m fine. I got lucky. Somehow I was out of range of the gas explosion.”

“Y/N?” Bruce interrupted. “Did you see Y/N?”

“She was helping these kids get out and I was getting shoved out of the building. I tried to get to her but it was impossible with everyone’s panic. I think she’s still in there.”

Before Bruce could turn to Clark to come up with a plan, Clark flew into the building. A few people finally noticed the presence of superheroes and started murmuring.

“Nightwing, Red Hood – I’m at the front entrance of City Hall.”

Clark flew back to them not even 30 seconds later.

Y/N was unconscious in his arms.

“Oh my god,” Lois muttered at Y/N’s condition.

“She’s gone into shock. We need to get her to the medics,” Clark informed them. “She was exposed to the toxin more than the others.”

But Bruce was already shaking his head. “They won’t be able to help her.”

Clark gently handed Y/N to Bruce as he explained, “There are others in there.”

Just then Nightwing and Red Hood dropped in front of them.

Nightwing immediately recognized Y/N and his eyes shot up to Bruce with worry.

“Nightwing, I need you to take her back to the cave,” he tried to sound as controlled as possible.

Bruce was confused why Dick hesitated to take Y/N out of his arms.

“Do you have the batmobile? I brought my motorcycle,” Dick sounded apologetic when he explained.

Jason stepped forward before Bruce could answer. “I got her.”

As if she were the most fragile being ever, Jason carefully took Y/N’s unconscious body from Bruce’s grip. He could see in Bruce’s gaze that she was someone special. How and why, Jason would figure out later.

Jason had seen Y/N trying to help as many people before she was completely poisoned from the toxin. She’d risked her life to help.

Watching Jason cradle her into his body caught Clark off guard, always seeing the brute strength and almost animalistic energy from Red Hood whenever they so happened to fight beside each other.

“Meet us at the cave,” Bruce clarified. “Alfred will know what to do. We have to help out here more.”

Jason nodded before he hurried away with her and rushed to his hidden car.

——————

Y/N’s eyes snapped open and she shot up, sitting in a cot.

“Hey, hey, hey,” a voice she didn’t recognize said beside her. “You gotta relax.”

She turned to see a mammoth of a man sitting beside her, wearing vigilante gear with at least two guns being displayed at his sides. But it was the red helmet completely hiding his face and true voice that made Y/N feel uncomfortable.

“What the fuck,” she groaned at the sight of him.

Just a few seconds later, two men rushed into the room.

Bruce walked in still in his Batman uniform, but without his cowl – to Jason’s shock.

Clark was beside him, making Jason confused as to why he was still here. Surely he would want to be with Lois.

Y/N took in the sight before her.

“You were poisoned with a new strand of Scarecrow’s toxin,” Superman explained.

Y/N had seen plenty of pictures and shaky video of him. But now that the man stood before her, she immediately recognized him.

“Clark?” She gasped.

He didn’t say anything. But his expression didn’t fight her realization, just silently waited for the truth to settle.

“Does Lois know?” Was her next question.

Clark smirked at that. “Of course.”

Y/N gave a slight nod.

But now her attention switched to Bruce.

The Batman symbol was large across his chest, and his cape was still intact.

She looked around her surroundings and then up at the ceiling.

They were in a cave.

“You’re…you’re…” she couldn’t finish her sentence.

“Batman,” Bruce finally offered.

Y/N’s eyes were wide with panic.

How was this possible?

Now that the others had exposed their identity, Jason felt inclined to take off his helmet. Clearly, it was making her uncomfortable.

The hiss of his helmet being removed caused Y/N to finally look away from her father and to Jason, who still wore a domino mask. But it was far less frightening than the helmet.

“We’ll give you two a moment alone,” Clark spoke for both him and Jason.

Jason nodded and stood up from the seat beside Y/N, and walked out.

Clark lingered in the doorway. “I’ll be right outside if you need me,” he told her.

He might’ve revealed his Superman identity to her, but she was still his friend.

Y/N managed to nod in thanks, but was clearly still shook by all this news.

Bruce very slowly made his way to the chair that Jason had just been sitting in.

“How are you feeling?”

She shook her head. “Body’s sore. Migraine is killing me. What happened?”

“You were more exposed to the toxin more than the other victims. Jason brought you here. We had to make a new anecdote, and quickly.”

Bruce wanted to add that she could’ve died. But he didn’t see the use in scaring her.

“Oh,” was all she managed to mumble.

An awkward silence settled between them.

“Very few people know the truth about me,” Bruce explained.

Y/N’s gaze flickered up from her lap to look at him.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I figured I couldn’t ask you to allow me into your world if I didn’t allow you into mine.”

She was silent.

“Y/N…” Bruce cleared his throat. The time had come. “The reason I left your mother was because I was starting this life. I pushed her away to protect her. I knew I couldn’t be the man she deserved while also being Batman. Had I known the truth…”

His words died out. It was starting to become harder to control his emotions.

He leaned forward in his chair, just getting slightly closer to her.

“Had I known about you, I would’ve…” He cleared his throat to try and hold back his tears. “I never would’ve abandoned you or your mother.”

He leaned back then. “But I know those are just words. And to you, they probably sound like empty promises for the past.”

“She never knew?” Y/N whispered.

In the few moments she was allowed to process this information, her mind immediately wondered if her mom had known about Bruce’s double life all along. And that’s why she kept him away from her.

Bruce shook his head.

“Thank you…for trusting me enough to tell me your secret,” Y/N finally told him. “I promise I’ll never tell anyone,” she quickly added, feeling like she just needed to clarify that to him.

He gave her a small small, “I know.”

Y/N winced as she thought about how terrible she’d been to him all this time. Now that she knew the truth – the whole truth – she was looking at everything with a new perspective. Even what she knew about Bruce Wayne, the spoiled socialite... it was clearly all wrong.

He used it as a cover. It was all a cover.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve treated you,” she whispered shakily.

But Bruce shook his head before she could even get the apology out.

“Do you think it’s too late for us?” She breathed.

Could they ever find any fragment of a father-daughter relationship?

Y/N was an adult – she had been for years now. And she made it clear she didn’t need nor want a father.

“Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time this has happened to me,” Bruce sighed.

Her brow furrowed. “This meaning…?”

“My son, Damian. His mother kept him a secret from me. She didn’t reveal his existence until he was nine. And she only did it in an attempt to disrupt my life.”

“This seems to be a rather strange pattern in your life,” Y/N couldn’t help but point out.

Bruce glared at her, causing her to chuckle.

“My point is,” he continued, “I don’t think it’s ever too late.” And he cleared his throat quickly. “That is, if you want to try.”

“I think I do,” she answered with a shy smile.

It was the first time she’d done so in his presence.

“I don’t know anything about raising a daughter,” Bruce rubbed his face as he attempted to make the joke. But she could tell there was sincerity there, too.

“Well, I’ve already been raised,” Y/N laughed.

There.

That laugh.

It brought Bruce back to his teenage years. It sounded so much like her mother. Her face lit up just like her’s had.

“You remind me so much of your mother,” he gasped.

Her face dropped at his confession.

“Really?”

He nodded. “She said you were just like me. But there’s more of her in you than I think she ever realized.”

Bruce saw his much his words effected her.

Y/N’s eyes were shiny with tears, but she managed to hold them back.

“So what now?” She quickly asked, obviously trying to distract herself so she wouldn’t have a complete emotional breakdown.

“Well, Alfred should have dinner ready soon. Would you stay?”

She gave him a tear-filled smile. “I’d like that.”

“You can meet the rest of them,” Bruce told her casually as he stood.

“The rest of them?”

He nodded. “Well, you only have to meet Damian now. You already met Jason, Dick, and Tim in passing.”

“And here I thought you had no idea how to be a father…” Y/N muttered with amusement.

Bruce helped her get out of bed, making sure she was alright to stand and walk on her own.

“Well, depending on which of them you ask, they might tell you that you’re right.”

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catxsnow · 3 years

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HAPPINESS B.W.

Request: Will you do a Bruce Wayne x reader where the reader gets hurt because of his life and he just like super sorry and regretful? If you wanna change the bat boy that'll be okay.

Warning: mentions of blood and injury, fluff, angst

A/N: hello good day one and all, my writing inspiration has plummeted even more but I hope everyone enjoys this.

Word count: 1.9k

Bruce never wanted you to be part of his life for this reason. He didn't want an innocent civilian to get caught up in his life as Batman. Someone who couldn't take care of themselves like he or his kids could. He didn't want you to be trapped in the crossfire of his battles and be the one to suffer the consequences.

You knew the risks of being with him. One night he may never make it home because of his fights. Or maybe that one of his sons or daughter would fall again, and this time never return. You knew that maybe, you would somehow be the one to get the bullet instead of someone that would have known how to dodge it.

Maybe if Bruce would have been faster, or if he ignored his pride and asked for help everything would have turned out fine. Maybe if he sacrificed himself, you would have ended up safe. Instead, you laid in a hospital bed. Cast around your arm, brace on your neck. Cuts and bruises laced your skin from the accident.

Except it wasn't an accident. You were in the wrong place at the wrong time and there was nothing that Bruce could have done to help, no matter how much he beat himself up over it. He was saving the lives of others - you would never shame him for that.

Being Batman was something you had to learn to deal with, but his need to save lives was something you could never chastise. You had your fights over it, the crying and screaming matches that seemed to go on for hours. Your pleads to get him to stop when things were going too far.

The times a young Jason Todd would come into your room with red eyes because he heard you and Bruce fights. An older Jason coming to you for comfort after hearing yet another argument with your husband. Tim crawling into your bed with you as Bruce headed out for a night on his own after yelling at you.

Dick, the child you never got a hand in raising, but being there for you because he knew Bruce's antics more than anyone. All his kids adored you, and they all knew what it was like to be on the other end of Bruce's stubborn Wrath.

Bruce was worth it. He was worth every tear, every kiss, every second. Every moment you spent with him, whether it be love or hate, you wouldn't change it for anything. Even if his love was the reason that you were in that bed.

"It's not your fault, Bruce," Dick stood behind the chair in which his adopted father sat. He came back to Gotham the moment that he heard about what happened. Damian had told him scene by scene what occurred - nothing of which Bruce could have stopped. Maybe not even if he was Superman.

Unfortunately, Dick knew all too well that Bruce would feel guilty for this. He was more protective of you than anyone else in this entire world. He would go to any length to keep you safe.

Bruce held your hand in his. The faint pulse was the only thing keeping him sane in that moment. His hair was tousled, likely from the stress he had been under these past few hours. It wasn't often Dick saw him like this. Then again, it wasn't often Bruce ever let anything happen to you.

"I knew a day like this would come and yet I still agreed to let them into my life," Bruce's voice was hoarse - nearly as much as it was when he was under the cowl. The only difference, was now he wasn't hiding behind a mask, he was forced to face the reality of what could happen to those he loved because of his life.

"Growing up, I never thought I'd see the day that you'd fall in love," Dick sat down in the chair across from Bruce. He refused to take his eyes off you, even with his son showing himself. "And then you met (Y/N). I remember them coming over to the mansion for the first time. I wasn't living there anymore but you wanted me to come to meet them.

"I've never seen you laugh, genuinely laugh, so much in one night. I could tell, from that night that they were different than the other woman you brought home. You cared about them from the start, Bruce. (Y/N) wasn't just some other person that you seduced to uphold your playboy act. They knew what they were getting into with you. You can't just force everyone away because you're scared of potential outcomes - that's part of life. Even for Batman."

"They wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me," Bruce tried to argue. Always the glutton for punishment, even when the hand didn't need to be delivered to him.

"And they might have ended up far worse if it hadn't been for you," Dick spoke, his voice steady. He too hated seeing you like this - but if Bruce wasn't going to be the stable one then he had to take that burden. "If there's one thing in this world that people like us struggle to get... it's happiness. You found yours in (Y/N). Don't lose that because of one accident."

"Father."

It had been days since you had been admitted into the hospital. Yesterday morning you woke up sore, but alive. Bruce was yet to leave your side. Stubble littered his face from going days without shaving. A look that you weren't able to truly appreciate from being asleep half the time.

By this time the next day, you would be allowed to leave, but that didn't make your husband any less worried about your well being. Bruce still blamed himself for what happened, even after you had told him it wasn't his fault in the slightest. You could see the guilt on his face, just as he wore every time something went wrong with you involved.

"I brought you food," Damian held a bag of take-out in his hand. If he knew his father well enough, he'd know that he hadn't eaten anything all day. It was confirmed when he heard the loud growl of Bruce's stomach the moment that he got a whiff of the food in the room. "Eat."

"I'm not hungry," Bruce waved off his son. It was clear he was in need of something to eat, though he was too stubborn to take care of himself while you were in need. Even if it was just watching over you while you slept. Damian shoved the bag directly in front of his face until he reluctantly accepted.

"You need a shower," Damian's nose curled up. He stood looking down at his father. As worried as he had been, he also was acting immaturely. Refusing to take care of himself, constantly under surveillance while you were in good hands as it was. "(Y/N) will be perfectly safe with me. Go home. Get some sleep. We'll be here in the morning and ready to go home."

"I'm fine."

"You're not." Damian eyes the food until Bruce took a bite. It wasn't often that he was worried about his father, but it had been days since he had properly looked out for himself. It was clear how far his love for you went after seeing him like this. Or more so, his guilt for letting this happen. "Do you not trust me to take care of them?"

Bruce's jaw tightened. Truth was, he didn't trust anyone with you. Not even himself. Not even Clark. Damian took his silence as an answer. Of course not. Bruce couldn't trust him for a night out alone on patrol, how was he supposed to trust him with his partner?

"It's my fault they're here, Damian," Bruce sighed. "I've never been so scared before."

This was the first time that Damian had ever seen his father so truly vulnerable. Never in his life did Bruce admit that he was scared, yet here he was completely unscathed and terrified. Dick was right, he found complete and utter happiness in you, and the thought of losing you hurt more than anything else.

He wasn't just scared. He was horrified. Nothing in this world put more fear into him than seeing you suffer, or worse.

"It's not your fault, Father," Damian assured, just as his older brother had. "You always taught me to be brave, to face what scared me most. There's nothing wrong with feeling scared sometimes. It reminds us that we're human, that we're allowed to feel things. (Y/N) loves you, this won't change anything."

"Bruce would you stop hovering over me, I'm fine!"

You thought getting back to the manor would mean Bruce would finally be off your back about your injuries. It couldn't be more of the opposite. He was constantly trailing behind you, ready to give you aid whenever you needed it. Honestly, you weren't even that sore.

The brace on your neck was gone before you even left the hospital. Your dark bruises were lighter in color and the cuts that required stitches were healing just fine. The only noticeable injury was the cast on your arm, and you could still function just fine without it. Bruce was just being his overly-protective self.

"If I would have known that all I needed to do to get this much attention from you was to get myself hurt, I would have done it a long time ago," You tried to joke. He remained stoic about your comment, your health was no joking matter. You placed your palm on his cheek, the warmth of his skin being soaked up by your own.

"Seriously, hun, I feel perfectly fine. I'm just thankful for you being there." He didn't look convinced. There was nothing worse than failing you, and he had done exactly that.

"Except I wasn't there," he muttered. Bruce tilted his head in shame. He wasn't there to save you fast enough, he should have been. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I'm so sorry that my life put yours at risk."

"Bruce, my love," your fingers caught under his chin. He reluctantly met your eyes. Shame filled his entire body, he was supposed to be able to save the world, and yet he couldn't save the one closest to him. "I will never blame you for anything like this. I need you to know that. No matter what happens to me, It will never be your fault."

"I love you," Bruce's lip trembled. You were quick to bring him into a kiss. After everything that he's done, the last thing that he deserved was guilt. "I can't live without you. You're my happiness, my everything. I was, I was so scared. I can't live without you, (Y/N)."

"And you'll never have to."

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yelenasgreenvest · 3 years

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Szabadság tér 16 (Yelena Belova x reader)

Words: 1,117

Pairing: Yelena Belova x reader, Yelena Belova x you

Summary: While in the safe house, you and Yelena go on a grocery run, but she gets distracted by the flower stall.

Budapest is a very warm city in the summer. It was not enough that you wanted to throw yourself out of the window of the seven storey building, but enough that you annoyed Yelena enough that she fanned you with some papers. You were both holed up in a safe house in Budapest together at the time. She had freed almost all of the black widows left behind after Dreykov's demise, but her last mission had gone awry and now she was being hunted by a few different state police forces.

Even though staying inside during this weather was almost unbearable, the bath served as a mini swimming pool and the small refrigerator served as an a/c unit. On the nights when the city would quieten down, she would push the mattress to the window, so you could count the stars with a cool breeze blowing over you.

She had been given a safe house by Mason and he had stocked it with medicine, supplies and food to last her a few weeks. When Yelena's wounds became infected and she asked for you to be the only person to take care of her, he personally flew you out. Now, it had been a few weeks, and the supplies were getting low. Even though you both knew it was the right thing to do, leaving was as dangerous as it could possibly be.

You brought Yelena some stuff to disguise her with. In order to conceal her blonde hair, she wore a black wig, a hoodie, sunglasses. Who am I, exactly? Clark Kent? As you brushed the wig into place, Yelena moaned, "This won't work.". She looked fine, but you liked her blonde better because she was more fun. As you handed her the sunglasses, you complimented her, "I think you look cute.".

We'll have to get black hair dye then, I guess."

"Nono!She smirked, knowing you loved her blonde hair. She surveyed her reflection and fixed a few bits of her hair. Picking up the concealer, you made your way to the girl to fix her yellowing bruise. I always have to take care of my poor baby girl".

"You should see the other guy." She laughed and pecked your nose and lips. At her affection, your smile grew. She would be the death of you. Her hand was in yours as you grabbed your bag and walked out of the room.

“We need a safe word,” Yelena started to explain. “For what? It’s not sex, just shopping” You laughed but her sudden serious tone made you listen. “No, just in case we see something that could be potentially dangerous and it is not safe for you”

“For me? You are still recovering, you are not strong enough to fight at this point"

“No, but I can fight them off and keep you safe until you get to the safe house” She kissed the knuckles on your hand as you descended the winding staircase together. It was your instinct to roll your eyes at the idea of her becoming your white knight. The last thing you would expect is for her to put herself in danger for you, though you would do it in a heartbeat for her. "Squash! Yes, squash!"", she nearly shouted as she reached the bottom step of the staircase.

"Pardon me?" you asked, her big smile beaming at you. Our safe word will be squash. When we hear squash, we leave. You can count on her to do anything to protect you.

You and Yelena could get all the necessities you needed at the nearby penny mart, which was only around the corner from the safe house. Yelena went straight for the junk food aisle when you were inside the grocery store, even though you had made a little list on a scrap of paper of all the things you needed. Her non-hurt arm was holding a small red basket containing chocolates and gummies that was filled with candy. "Yelena no, no, no!" You growled at the spy as she rolled her eyes and stumbled over to the fresh fruit and vegetables. Foods from the list were added and ticked off as you placed them in the cart. As you saw the pale yellow vegetable, you asked Yelena, "Do we need that today, sweetie?" pointing at it.

Yelena’s eyes, who were scanning each customer in the shop, snapped to the vegetable and then rolled far too dramatically for your liking. “Not yet, but if you’re not careful, I will make you scream it later”.

After smirking back at the moany assassin, you walked over to the frozen aisle to pick up a few chicken nuggets to satisfy her. As you were close to finishing, you noticed that Yelena was nowhere to be seen. In the aisles you walked back and forth without spotting any sign of your girlfriend and your mind started to race with all the thoughts of what could have happened. It is possible that someone could have seen her and taken her just like that. There would be no way for you to track her down. She was just gone. While the panic set in, you were quickly repeating the word squash over and over to yourself.

Then you heard giggling coming from the front of the store. Walking up, it was evident Yelena was chatting with a child at the flower stand. There are roses, tulips, sunflowers, lilies, and all other kinds of beautiful flowers you can't possibly name. She took the sunflower and ran the petals on the young girl's nose, and as she giggled, Yelena's smile grew bigger and bigger.

Since she has lost so much of her childhood and she is frantically trying to cling to the memories she has of Ohio, she is only capable of showing kindness to children. She complimented the blond child, "This one smells just like you", she picked up the rose and held it out so the little one could smell it as well. As you watched Yelena interact with someone she was genuinely happy to talk to, you felt your heart melt. You didn't have to worry for a second that they were going to hurt her in any way. It was really amazing to see how open she became around children, and you hoped that she would be like that when you had kids, if you two were to have children of our own.

She smiled at you as she went over to pick up a bouquet of flowers and made her way to meet you at the cashier desk, where you were waiting. Her eyes twinkled and she winked at you, "I have a new friend.". There was a moment in which you joked to her, "I see. Maybe I'll leave the safe house and you two can play together", you responded. It seems to me like I can only play with you tonight," she said smirking, and you can bet you would have a lot of fun in bed with her.

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I Like Murphy, Too

Murphy x Clarke x Bellamy fic (Mostly Murphamy If I’m Being Honest)

Ao3 Link: HERE

Request: Not Requested!

Prompt: “Person A falls for both person B and person C but B and C hate each other”

Summary: Clarke Griffin is polyamorous, Bellamy knew this when they first started dating. What Bellamy didn't know though, is that when it came down to it, John Murphy is the other man she likes.

A/N: This is the longest Fic i have ever written. It’s the reason I got behind and im not fics behind on my april challenge im doing lol. I hope you enjoy??

Setting: Peaceful Arkadia AU

Warnings: Death of Murphy's parents is mentioned, Alcohol, and i think that’s it?

Word Count: 6009

Tags: @lovelessdyke @ultimatereyesstan

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“You what?” Bellamy asks, looking at Clarke surprised. Clarke shakes her head softly and sighs. She quickly latches the button on her pants.

“I like Murphy, too.” Clarke says, putting on her jacket. Bellamy slips on his shirt and scoffs.

“Seriously?” Bellamy asks, and Clarke crosses her arms and looks at him.

“Look, I told you I’m poly when we first got together. I told you this might happen.” Clarke says, and Bellamy throws his arms up.

“Yeah! But I thought it would be like, Raven or Someone else, not Murphy!“ Bellamy exclaims, plopping down on the bed. Clarke sighs and shakes her head.

“Your issue is with who I like?” Clarke asks, walking forward. Bellamy looks up at her, his shoulder obviously tense. She brings her hand to his face and cups it.

“I don’t like him.” Bellamy grounds out, and Clarke sighs. She steps back and grabs her gun holster from the top of her dresser.

“That’s because you won’t give him a chance.” She says, walking over to the other side of the room, where her boots lay. She grabs them and walks over to the bed. She sits down and starts putting them on.

“Listen, you know i'm supportive of you, and heck if it was anyone else I’d probably be happy, but Murphy isn’t good.” Bellamy says, his voice low. Clarke sighs and gets up.

“Did you know he’s been working with my mother in the med bay?” Clarke asks, going to the little bathroom that is connected to their room. Bellamy gets up and followers her into it, watching as she grabs her toothbrush. “Or that he’s been helping Monty at the gardens? Or that he’s been helping Miller and Brian get along? Or that he’s been-”

“Okay, okay I get it.” Bellamy says, grabbing his toothbrush as well, pushing Clarke slightly to the side. Clarke grabs the toothpaste, and Bellamy takes it from her hand before she can use it. She glares up at him through the mirror and Bellamy hides a smile.

“Do you really? Because he’s not bad. He’s misunderstood.” Clarke says, letting Bellamy give her back the toothpaste. Bellamy Sighs and starts brushing.

Bellamy brushes for a second, before pulling out the tooth brush and spitting into the sink “Listen, he killed two kids.” Bellamy says, and Clarke raises an eyebrow.

“Okay? And we killed all of the mountain men.” Clarke says, putting her tooth brush in. Bellamy sighs.

“That’s different. We did it for an actual reason.” Bellamy says, going to brush his teeth more. Clarke spits out some toothpaste and sighs exasperated.

“He had his own reasons too!” Clarke says, grabbing the cup next to the sink and putting water in it. She takes some into her mouth and spits out the rest of the toothpaste. She always brushes way faster than him, he hates it because it gives her more time to talk during these morning discussions they regularly have.

“Yeah, like revenge. How is that anything similar to why we did what we did?” Bellamy asks, now spitting out his toothpaste again. He grabs the cup and rinses out his mouth, before following Clarke out of the bathroom.

“He did it to save himself. He was scared, Bellamy. Have you even bothered to ask about how he felt?” Clarke asks, grabbing a few more things from her dresser drawer. Bellamy sighs and opens his drawer to grab a few of his own things.

“Listen, I can’t stop you from liking him, Hell, even being with him, but I’m not going to like it. I don’t want anywhere near him.” Bellamy says, and Clarke Grabs his arm before he can walk away.

“Bell, please.” Clarke says softly. Bellamy lets her grab his hand and She looks up into his eyes. “Please, Bell. I want this to work. I want you and him to get along.” She says.

“That’s never going to happen.” Bellamy says, taking his hand away.

“At least try. Come to lunch with us today.” Clarek says, and Bellamy sighs. He looks to the ground and then back up at Clarke, her eyes wide and begging. He feels his stubborn-ness give and he sighs softly.

“Okay, fine, I’ll have lunch with you, two.” Bellamy says, and Clarke smiles widely. She jumps forward and kisses him softly, and Bellamy smiles into the kiss.

“Thank you, Bell.” Clarke says, her voice filled with love.

“Anything for you, Princess.”

During the day, Before Clarke went in to get her job done, she stopped by to tell Murphy about everything. Murphy wasn’t surprised that Bellamy didn’t trust thim, If he was being honest he barely even trusted Bellamy, but for Clarke he’ll try anything. And if that means along the way he and Bellamy get closer, then he might as well try. So, he agreed to join them.

A few hours later, Bellamy and Clarke are sitting at a table in Arkadia’s eating area, they both have their plates, and drinks, and are eating as they talk about the day.

“Murphy should be here by now.” Bellamy says, taking a bit of his food. He brings his head back up and looks at Clarke. Clarke grabs her napkin and brings it up to wipe at a spot on his lip where some food stayed. He smiles softly at her, “Thanks.”

“He’s probably just running a little late.” Clarke says, putting down her napkin and taking a bite herself.

“He probably decided to ditch us.” Bellamy snarks, taking a drink of his water. Clarke sighs and puts down her fork.

“He wouldn’t do that.” Clarke says, looking at Bellamy with a serious expression.

“Ah, right, because the guy who was a juvenile delinquent wouldn’t skip out on lunch.” Bellamy snarks, and then a voice comes from behind them.

“Yeah, uh, sorry. Miller came in with a cut the size of my hand on his side. I had to patch him up.” Clarke looks behind her to see Murphy standing there, looking at Bellamy with a look that tells her this will not be easy. She jumps up and kisses him on the cheek. “Hey.” He says, smiling at her, like she can make his day go from a nightmare, to a daydream. Bellamy gets that. She always cheers him up at the end of the day. Clarke grabs his hand and pulls him over to the table.

“Sorry, we kind of started without you.” Clarke says, sitting in her spot. Murphy sits next to her, on the opposite side of where Bellamy is sitting, and sighs softly, happy to be sitting down for the first time in a few hours.

“It’s fine, Clarke. You didn’t know when I’d get here.” Murphy says, raising his hand so a guy who will come get his order can see him. He always tries to give them extra help whenever he can, when he’s off work he sometimes comes in and works with them.

“Heya Murphy! The usual?” The server asks, and Murphy nods softly. The server walks away, and Murphy looks to Clarke and sighs.

“Hard day?” Clarke asks, genuinely worried.

“Yeah, a lot of people are getting hurt lately.” Murphy says, shrugging as if it’s not too much for him. Honestly, when he agreed to work with Abby, he was happy to do it. It was good for him to feel useful, and to help people. But now it’s too much sometimes. The blood gets sickening sometimes, especially when it stains his hands.

“And you’re worried about how much work you have to do?” Bellamy asks, his eyebrow raised. Clarke glares at him softly and his his leg under the table. Murphy sighs and looks down at the table. “I obviously care about them, Bellamy, or else I wouldn’t be doing it in the first place.” Murphy grounds out, trying to keep his voice calm. Bellamy has no idea what he goes through every day, or how much work he does, or anything like that. He has no right to assume all he cares about is how much time he has to work. As much as Murphy would like to cuss Bellamy out, the warmth coming from Clarke is enough to keep him grounded. He's doing this for her.

“Anyway! How has your day been?” Clarke asks, grabbing Bellamy’s hand. Murphy lets his gaze linger on the touch before smiling softly. He’s happy when Clarke can get love, in any form she does. As much as he is hesitant of Bellamy, he knows Bellamy will take care of her.

“It’s been okay. I’ve had to yell at a few people, keep them in their lane.” Belamy says, taking a bite of his food, that Clarke had forgotten existed. She feels bad eating while Murphy sits there without anything.

“Here, have a bite.” Clark says, pushing her food towards him. Murphy smiles and does as he’s told, knowing that Clarke will probably take his head off if he refuses to eat. Clarke looks around them for a moment before looking back at Bellamy, who is staring at Murphy. She sighs and kicks him under the table and gives him a look. Bellamy makes a face that Clarke knows to mean “What?!?” and Clarke glares at him.

“You guys do this often?” Murphy asks, pointing a finger between them.

“Do what?” Bellamy snaps, before taking a deep breath and calming himself. “Do what?” He asks softer this time.

“Talk with your faces.” Murphy says, a small smirk on his lips. He looks at Clarke and laughs when she blushes.

“Also, Bellamy, can you stop staring at me? I’d appreciate it. I mean, unless you’re appreciating my god given good looks.” Murphy continues and Clarke laughs and bumps into him with her shoulder. Bellamy feels his cheeks heat up despite himself and he looks back at his food, his jaw tight. Murphy sees this and back tracks a bit. “Look, man, I was just joking, sorry.” He says, pushing Clarke’s food away from him, and back to her. He reaches forward and steals Clarke’s water and takes a sip.

“Murphy!” The server says, walking over and giving him his food. Murphy smiles and nods at him.

“Thanks, how about later I help you with that shoulder? You said it's been bothering you.” Murphy says, taking his food and looking at it with excitement. He has always liked food, especially after working in the medbay.

“Really? It’s been really bugging me, it makes me slower to work.” The server says, giving him his cup and pouring water in it.

“Dude, of course. Come by the med bay after your shift.” Murphy says, trying not to think about how busy he already is. He always just keeps adding on.

“Great!” The server says, before walking off. Murphy grabs his fork and starts eating before he notices Clarke is smiling at him.

“What?” Murphy says, a smile on his face.

“I love when you help people.” Clarke says softly. Murphy smiles and feels his cheeks heat up.

“Yeah, yeah, eat it all up.” Murphy jokes, and takes a drink of his own water.

“How much do you work?” Bellamy asks, looking at Murphy. Murphy puts down his cup and messes with his hair.

“Well, I have multiple jobs. Different jobs, different days. I have the medbay, which is what I am doing today, Where I work from 7 am to 8 pm. I have a lunch break between that, as you can see right now, and I have a few other short 10 minute breaks in between.” Murphy starts to explain, and Bellamy puts down his fork to listen better. Clarke smiles, knowing that listening is one of Bellamy’s ways to show he cares. “I work at the gardens with Monty on some days, those days are more laid back. Monty doesn’t expect me to do much. Usually I just water some plants, sometimes I gather stuff. And most other days I just pick up whatever job I can to help. There’s a lot of miscellaneous jobs.” Murphy explains,taking another drink. Bellamy nods, and watching Murphy swallow the water, and he looks down at his plate and clears his throat, embarrassed at himself for watching him like that.

“So you do a lot?” Bellamy asks, and Murphy just nods and eats his food.

They sit in silence for a while, before Murphy looks at his watch and sighs heavily.

“Time to go?” Clarke asks, and Murphy nods, taking the last few bites of his food, and taking the last gulps of his drink. He gets up and stretches. Clarke Gets up and hugs him tight.

“Go save some lives.” Clarke smiles, and pushes at his shoulder. Murphy smirks and grabs his cup and plate.

“You can leave those here, the server will come and grab it.” Bellamy says, looking up at Murphy from his spot.

“Oh, I take it up for them, it makes their lives easier.” Murphy says, smiling. He then kisses Clarke on the cheek, and turns away quickly, feeling Bellamy’s eyes burn a hole in his skull. He knows Bellamy is hesitant about him being with Clarke, and if he is assuming right, he thinks he’s also a bit jealous. He walks up and gives his plate and cup to the people near the food and they smile gratefully at him.

Clarke watches him leave and sighs sadly. She sits back down and smiles at Bellamy.

“I guess it's just us for a little bit.” Clarke says, grabbing Bellamy’s hand. Bellamy squeezes her hand and brings it to his lips kissing it softly.

“Finally.” He mumbles and Clarke sighs and takes her hand away.

“Why are you like this? Why can’t you just try to be nice about him? I care about him Bellamy, and I’m trying to get you two to get along. Murphy is obviously trying. He had less of a problem with this than you did. Why can’t you just try?” Clarke asks, looking at him with sadness in her eyes. Bellamy sighs and sits back in his seat, crossing his arms.

“He’s a delinquent!” Bellamy says, gesturing towards the place where Murphy had left from. Clarke shakes her head and sighs, she gets up and grabs her plate and cup.

“I think you forget that I was too.” Clarke says, before walking off. Bellamy watches her leave, and thinks about things for a minute.

She’s right, he knows she is. It’s not right of him to give every other delinquent a chance but then not give Murphy one. It’s just hard for him. He cares a lot about Clarke,and he doesn’t want her to get hurt, and he doesn’t trust Murphy. And now, in his anger towards Murphy, he has hurt Clarke. He shakes his head and gets up, leaving his plate and cup on the table.

Two weeks later, after Bellamy being invited to lunches and enjoying his time more than he’d like to admit, he caves. He goes to Murphy’s room, and knocks on the door, waiting for Murphy to open the door.

Murphy opens the door, his chest bare and his hair a mess, Bellamy notices he looks tired. Bellamy accident stares too long at Murphy’s chest, looking at all of the scars there, and Murphy notices, and Looks down at himself before his eyes widen and his cheeks flush and he closes the door. Bellamy is about to leave after blowing it, before the door opens again, and reveals Murphy, who threw on a shirt.

“Uh, sorry I just-”

“What do you want?” Murphy cuts him off, not wanting to have a conversation about his scars. It’s already something he hates about himself, he doesn’t need anyone to bring them up after staring at them.

“I just- Okay, I know we don’t get along that much, mostly because of myself, but still, and I was wondering if you’d like to… I don’t know, hang out or something? Just the two of us” Bellamy asks, and Murphy’s eyes widen and his lip quirks up in a small smile. “Maybe we could go outside the gates, or maybe sit by the fire and have a drink, or something.” Bellamy continues and Murphy nods.

“Sure, I’d be happy to.” Murphy says, no sarcasm coming from his lips. Bellamy is surprised but smiles.

“Cool! Cool, uh, do you want to meet up, or should I come here at a certain time, or?” Bellamy asks and Murphy smiles.

“Uh, can we do it tomorrow, today’s kind of… Not the best day.” Murphy says, and Bellamy feels his heart drop, realizing he’s probably just trying to get out of it.

“We don’t have to do it at all if you don’t want to, all you have to do is say no.” Bellamy says,his voice slightly defensive. Murphy’s eyes drop in confusion and he shakes his head.

“No, No, I want to I just-”

“Whatever, it’s obvious you don’t want to, I’ll just go.” Bellamy says, before walking away. By the time Murphy cna open his mouth again to say something, he’s already down the hall and Murphy sighs sadly. Murphy closes the door and plops down on the bed. He takes off his shirt, and lays back down, covering himself up before letting out a long breath as his sore back hit the mattress. Yesterday had been bad, he had accidentally pulled something in his back, and he had refused to do anything about it until he broke down crying while helping Monty in the Garden. Monty had taken him to Abby, and Abby had told him he had to take today off, and stay in bed. That’s why he didn’t want to go out with Bellamy tonight. He sighs and tries to get himself to sleep again, even though the pain in his back is still pulling at him. He groans and wipes a hand over his face, realizing that this probably ruined any chance he had at Bellamy getting closer to him.

“Great.” Murphy says to the open, and empty air around him. Hopefully Bellamy doesn’t tell Clarke about this.

Bellamy walks into his and Clarke’s shared bedroom, storming over to the dresser and throwing off his jacket. He throws the jacket over a chair, and strips his holster off.

“Murphy doesn’t want to go out with me.” Bellamy says to Clarke, who just watched him storm in. Clarke raises an eyebrow at him.

“What do you mean?” Clarke asks, closing her book and putting it on the bedside stand. Bellamy huffs and slips off his shoes.

“I asked him to go out, so we could bond, and He doesn’t want to!” Bellamy says exasperatedly. He sighs sadly and Plops down on his side of the bed, turning away from Clarke. Clarke sighs softly and sits behind him, bringing her hands up to massage at his shoulders.

“Are you sure he doesn’t want to?” Clarke asks, and Bellamy looks down at his hands.

“He said he didn’t want to tonight.” Bellamy says softly. He wouldn’t admit it to Murphy, but he was hurt. He wanted this to go well. He wants to be closer to Murphy, and not just for Clarke.

“Well how do you know it doesn’t just mean tonight?” Clarke asks.

“Because why wouldn’t he be able to tonight? What’s stopping him from going out with me tonight? He had today off, tonight too, That’s why I asked him, and we’ve been getting closer the past two weeks!” Bellamy says, his tone harsh. He doesn’t want to be mean about this, but His feelings are hurt. He really doesn’t understand why Murphy wouldn’t want to go out with him. Clarke and said he was willing to try with him, and now he just decided not to be?

“I don’t know, but don’t just assume he doesn’t want to. I know Murphy, he’s been talking about you for a while now. He wants to be close to you.” Clarke says, trying to reassure Bellamy. Bellamy shrugs and sighs.

“I’m just tired, I should just sleep.” Bellamy says, and Clarke nods, letting him lay down. Clarke lays next to him, and pulls him so his head is on her chest. He sighs softly and smiles.

“Night Princess.”

In the morning, Murphy wakes up, and he still feels a dull ache in his back. He grabs the pain pills and takes them, not bothering to grab water. He slips his boots on, and thinks about Bellamy. He wants to be with Bellamy too. He wants their relationship to be good, and he’s scared he may have ruined it all last night. He sighs sadly and slips on a new shirt and pants. Today he will go to Bellamy and explain everything, even if it makes him late for work. Abby will probably just think it’s because of his back or something.

Murphy opens his door, and walks out of it, and starts walking to the guard’s building. He knows Bellamy works today, and he knows he has probably already started. He sighs and starts to walk faster, in his haste he almost runs into someone and apologizes over his shoulder.

He makes it to the guards building and just walks in, not caring about policy. He’s been practicing what he was going to say, and at this point he thinks it’s just better to be straight forward and just say exactly what he wants to. He sees Bellamy across the room and walks straight over, not caring about the people staring at him. Bellamy looks up and quickly sits up seeing Murphy there.

“I pulled my back yesterday, so I couldn’t go out with you. But I can tonight. 8 pm? Come to my room? sit by the fire and have that drink you were talking about.” Murphy rushes out, and Bellamy laughs softly.

“So I just... Completely misunderstood you?” Bellamy asks and Murphy nods. “Yup. Anyways, I’m going to be late for work, So I’ve got to go, but pick me up at 8, huh?” Murphy says, and Bellamy smiles.

“Yeah, sure Murphy, I’d love to.” Bellamy says, and Murphy node awkwardly, before turning around and walking away. Bellamy smiles to himself and Gets ready for the day. He can’t wait for tonight.

10 hours later, after a boring and uneventful day at work, Bellamy is ready to have some fun. He goes to his room, and does something with his hair that nobody understands. Everyone assumes he does something to it, but all he does is put some water on his hands and fluff around his hair a bit. He grabs a nice shirt, Not something too nice, since he doesn’t have that luxury, but something that doesn’t look horrible. He freshens up quickly, splashing his face with water changes into his new clothes he picked out. He smiles at himself in the mirror, and he quickly realizes that he’s excited. He’s excited to go out with Murphy, and he’s not sure if he wants to analyze that fact or not.

He quickly gives Clarke a peck on the lips and runs out their door, realizing he’s late. It’s his first date-but-is-it-really with Murphy, and he’s already late. He quickly, but not quickly enough to make it obvious that he;s rushed, goes down the many halls to Murphy’s room. When he gets there, he’s surprised to see Murphy just entering his room.

“Oh sh-” Murphy cuts himself off, dropping his key. He sighs and picks it up. “Sorry! Someone came in with a huge migraine and couldn’t do anything until they got meds, and I was the one who had to search through the bottles to find something this guy wasn’t allergic to. Seriously, I don’t even understand how he’s still alive on Earth, He’s allergic to almost everything.” Murphy says, laughing softly. Bellamy feels himself smile and finds the story sweet. The Murphy he used to know would never spend his time doing that for someone.

“That’s nice of you.” Bellamy says, and Murphy looks up at him with a smile.

“Yeah, I mean I’m happy to do it, He’s a good guy.” Murphy says, walking into his room which he just now got open. Murphy calls out to him from the inside, “You can come in! It’s kind of a mess, but It’s not too bad.” Bellamy hesitantly walks to the doorway and looks into the room, tilting his head. The room isn't as bad as Murphy made it out to be, but it still wasn't clean either. There are clothes strung about the room, and it looks like the bed was just rolled out of. looks into the room, tilting his head. The room isn't as bad as Murphy made it out to be, but it still wasn't clean either. There are clothes strung about the room, and it looks like the bed was just rolled out of.

“It’s not too bad.” Bellamy observes, watching as Murphy goes to his dresser and quickly grabs out clothes. Murphy picks out his outfit, and walks to the bathroom.

“I’m going to change, go ahead and sit on the end I guess.” Murphy says, shrugging. He smiles and walks into the bathroom, quickly getting ready. Bellamy finds himself standing in the middle of the room; he looks at the things on Murphy’s bedside table and smiles. He grabs the book there, reading the title. He sees that it’s Lord Of The Rings, he smiles and tries to remember the plot. He knows it has to do with a ring, an unlikely hero, and a quest with friends, but he’s not sure what happens during it. He opens the book, and looks at the bookmark. It’s a picture of a young man and woman, and a young boy is next to them. It looks like the woman’s face was once crossed out with a marker, but the marker has been scratched at, and he frowns at it. He picks up the picture and flips it over and the back says ‘The Murphy’s’ and he feels his heart break. He hears the door open behind him and he jumps, almost dropping the book and losing Murphy’s spot before catching himself. Murphy freezes when he sees what he’s doing, and winces slightly.

“I said you could sit on the bed, not look through my things.” He half jokes, walking forward and taking the book and picture from his hands and puts the picture back how it was. He puts the book down and turns to the dresser, grabbing his knife from it’s spot. When he made it to Arkadia, he made a new one, since his old one had disappeared in the chaos. He puts the knife in it’s sput on his belt, and turns to Bellamy.

“I’m sorry, I just… I like books, and I wanted to see what you were reading.” Bellamy says, “And then… that kind of turned into me looking at your bookmark.” Bellamy says, his voice dropping. Murphy shrugs.

“Oh well, It’s not like people don’t know I had a family, Bell.” Murphy says, and starts to walk out the door. “Now come on, you have a drink you owe me.” Murphy says, a smile pulling at his features. Bellamy shakes his head and laughs following him out the door. Murphy pulls it shut, and makes sure it’s locked before they walk towards the firepits.

They make it to the fire pits, and Murphy sits down on one of the logs surrounding it. And looks up at Bellamy.

“Drink?” He asks, and Bellamy nods.

“I’ll get you a drink, relax, sit back and watch the fire or something.” Bellamy says, turning around and heading to where Monty is serving his moonshine. Murphy sighs softly and looks up at the sky instead, feeling the cold air go against his face. He hears Bellamy come back, and he opens his eyes to see Bellamy with two cups in his hands.

“Oh thank God, I need a drink.” Murphy says, reaching out. Bellamy chuckles and hands it to him; he sits down and watches as Murphy takes a drink. The moonlight and the fire both create a glow to Murphy, a glow that would be described as magical in the books he read as a kid. He can’t help to think of Murphy as magical in this moment. A kid who grows up with everyone against him, yet now he’s helping everyone by being a doctor?

“I’ve heard you’re a good doctor.” Bellamy says, watching Murphy as he looks at him with happiness.

“Yeah?” Murphy asks, his mouth upturned in a large smile.

“Yeah, I’ve been asking people about you recently…” Bellamy says, before he can stop himself, he sighs realizing how embarrassing that is. “Sorry, I just… After Clarke told me about you, I was very hesitant, and I wanted to know more about you.” Bellamy says.

“Yeah, I know… I’m not the best guy in the world.” Murphy says, looking at the fire in front of him. The flames light up his face, and Bellamy can’t help but think he’s beautiful. He doesn’t know when his thoughts about Murphy went from annoyed, to thinking he’s beautiful. Maybe it was the way Clarke has been talking about him, and explaining why she liked him the way she does.

“You aren’t the worst, either.” Bellamy admits, and Murphy feels himself smile wider.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I’m good enough.” Murphy says softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Bellamy frowns and shakes his head, moving closer to Murphy’s side. Their thighs rub next to each other, and their shoulders bump.

“I-” Bellamy hesitates before speaking, “Look, I’m just overprotective. I worry about Clarke. I don’t want her being with someone who will hurt her. I would be worried no matter who it was, but because of our…” He trails off and gestures vaguely, “History, I’m a bit more hesitant with you.”

"I think I love her, Bell.” Murphy says, confidence in his voice. There’s no ‘think’ to it. He knows he loves her. He closes his eyes and pictures how her lips feel on his cheek, and how the feeling of her hand in his makes him feel. He can picture her smile while he’s alone, and it always cheers him up. It always keeps him going. Bellamy nods and takes a drink from his moonshine, feeling the liquid burn hsi throat slightly. Murphy’s is almost gone already, it’s obvious he’s had a hard time recently.

“I love her, too.” Bellamy says, and Murphy laughs softly. They sit there for a few minutes before Murphy randomly starts talking. Bellamy figures out quickly that he’s just randomly speaking about everything. The color of the sky, the way the trees move, it’s all subjects of Murphy’s rambling and Bellamy finds it endearing.

“Do you ever think of life up there? Do you miss it?” Bellamy asks randomly, interrupting Murphy from his rant about the chancellor. Murphy pauses for a moment, not sure how to answer.

“I think about it, but I don’t miss it. I hated it up there.” Murphy says, and Bellamy looks at him puzzled.

“After everything that’s happened to you down here, you still like it more than up there? Why?” Bellamy asks, and Murphy looks up.

“Up there, it was… Suffocating. I couldn’t get away from anything. I couldn’t get away from the people, the guards, the chancellor, the memories, they were all there. When I walked down the hall to school every day I’d see the airlock chamber and remember my dad dying for me. When I’d look at any door of any room, I’d remember running through the door to find my mom, dying on the floor. I-” He breaks himself off and he sighs. “I hate tight spaces. Always have, and That thing up there? That was the tightest spot. I hate not having control over myself, but up there every single thing I did was stared at and picked at. I was forced to be something I’m not.” Murphy rants, and Bellamy listens, putting a hand on his thigh to calm him down. He had started yelling, and that gained the attention for a few other people.

“And Here? What’s good about here?” Bellamy asks, wanting to know how Murphy feels.

“I’m free. I’m able to eat when I’m hungry, and I’m able to work a good job! I’m able to help people here, when up there I was useless. Down here there’s a possibility for so much more! I can have two kids if I’d want to, and It’ll be okay! I can get medicine for myself when I’m hurt or sick, and I can live.” Murphy says, and Bellamy nods. “My dad… He dreamed of this place. He dreamed of being able to Touch the ground, to touch the leaves… And If this is where he always wanted to be, then obviously it;s better than that piece of junk that used to be in the sky. Up there I wanted to be a doctor, but I wasn’t smart enough. I never was. Here, Abby gave me a chance, and Now I get to save people. You want to know the real, 100% reason all of this is worth it?” Murphy asks, and Bellamy nods. “Clarke… I would have never met Clarke. I would have never met her and gotten this close to her. I would have never met you...” Murphy finishes, and by the time he’s done he’s looking at Bellamy with such a wild look in his eyes.

Bellamy doesn’t understand what’s happening to him, or why he feels so connected to Murphy in this moment, but before he can stop himself he’s surging forward, and connecting their lips. Bellamy grab’s Murphy’s arms and Moves him so he’s facing him, and stradling the log they’re on. Murphy wraps his arms around Bellamy’s neck,and lets him pull him as close as possible, not worrying about the world around them. Murphy pulls back his breath heavy and a huge smile on his face.

“What was that for?” Murphy asks, a wide smile on his face. Bellamy rests his forehead on Murphy’s, and takes a deep breath. He’s not sure how to explain it. He doesn’t know what made him do that, what made him make the choice to kiss the guy he has hated for so long, but recently he just… Hasn’t hated him. The way Murphy has proven himself to be good, the way he cares so deeply for Clarke that everything he has gone through has been worth it, just to meet and fall for her, it all hits him way too hard. And the fact Murphy includes him in that, Murphy includes him in the good he has found on this nightmare of a planet, and Bellamy feels happier about that than he has felt about anything ever.

“Was meeting me really worth the pain?” Bellamy asks, suddenly questioning it. Murphy pulls back a bit and nods.

“Of course. I mean yeah, we haven’t gotten along much in the past, but for the past two weeks, we’ve been getting closer. That’s why you asked me to come, right? Because we’ve been closer?” Murphy asks, and Bellamy smiles.

“Yeah I just… I didn't think I meant that much to you, I thought I was just… Clarke’s boyfriend to you.” Bellamy says, and Murphy cups hsi cheek.

“You could never be ‘just’ anything, Bellamy.” Murphy says, leaning forward and connecting their lips once more. Bellamy pulls back for a second and looks into Murphy’s eyes.

“Come on.” He says, and gets up, pulling himself away from Murphy. Murphy looks up at him in confusion.

“What? Where are we going.” Murphy asks, confused. Bellamy smirks down at him.

“I think Clarke and I have room for one more.” Bellamy says, changing his smirk to a small smile. He puts out his hand and Murphy looks at him in shock before smiling widely. He takes Bellamy’s hand.

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Street Rat Christmas

Summary: It’s (Y/n)’s first Christmas season with their new family but they don’t want to give up an old tradition. The problem? Jason and Selina are the only one’s in the family that have heard of the tradition, a Street Rat Christmas. The Batfamily, the Kent’s, and the Outlaws are going to be in for the culture shock of their lives as they find out why Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning are always so peaceful in the City of Demons, no matter the crimes that took place just before.

Note: Gender Neutral!Reader, Sweet and Friendly!Reader

Warning: Mention of Death

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Yet another sigh escaped from (Y/n)’s lips as they watched the snow gently fall to the ground through the window. The book that they were reading was abandoned in their lap as their (e/c) eyes watched the snowflakes shine and float down in the golden sunlight. Damian couldn’t help but frown at his sibling’s actions, he had been with his father for the past five years and he himself understood that Christmas was a time to be happy. Yet, he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that his normally happy sibling was depressed. Even Damian felt rather pleasant and calm during the two days the holiday was overly focused on.

“Is something the matter (L/n)? Typically you’re more chipper.”

“It’s just my first Christmas without my parents,” (Y/n) replied to him rather sadly. They were remembering how fun Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning always was for their family. Perhaps they could sneak out tonight and join the festivities? “It’s strange, we would be out preparing by now.”

Damian gave (Y/n) a rather quizzical look at that. He understood when they said that they would miss their parents, he couldn’t blame them. However, (Y/n) didn’t come from an amazing or rich family so the preparation note caught him off guard. (Y/n) could’ve been dubbed a street rat by many different people before Bruce had adopted them, and Damian was pretty sure that they had been called a street rat before. Hearing them say preparing was a strange thing, it wasn’t possible for their family since they couldn’t afford something big. Yet, it sounded like a yearly thing for his newest sibling to go through during the holiday season. (Y/n) shot him a smile before they left for their room, taking their book with them. Damian left the study shortly after (Y/n) had left and found himself at the enterance of the living room.

The room was lovely and had many decorations hung up around the room, making it look like the room had been part of a winter wonderland competition and the music in the background was a nice touch. Dick was sitting in an arm chair with Kori on his lap as the pair talked to Roy and Jason who sat on the closer end of the couch. Tim was talking to Kon and Lois on the other side of the couch while Cass talked quietly with Steph, Barbara, and Kate. Selina was sitting next to Bruce as he talked with Clark who had Jon at his side. The room was rather busy with chatter and far too loud for his tastes but he had learned to live with it at this point.

“Hey Damian!” Jon called out to his friend when he noticed him at the entryway. All conversation turn to a pivoting stop to the point that the sweet Christmas songs filled the air of the room. It was a known fact that Damian didn’t spend much time with his family on Christmas Eve until after lunch which was in two hours. “I was wondering where you were.”

Damian nodded his own greeting and understanding to his friend’s words. “I’m sure Jon. I’m however curious about something that doesn’t quite involve me but it does involve (L/n).”

That had caught the whole room’s attention. Everyone knew that (Y/n) was a helpful and sweet soul with little to absolutely no hurtful bone in their whole body.

“Is she alright?” Dick asked worriedly.

“Currently, I’m unaware. I’m well aware that it is their first Christmas without their family but they said something that peaked my interest.”

“What was it?”

“Well, they simply said that their family and themself would be out preparing for some sort of event at this point in time.”

Damian didn’t miss the look that Selina and Jason shared with the other, or the faint smiles on their lips. They had a look in their eyes that was similar if not identical to the one (Y/n) had held not that long ago.

“Preparing for what?” Tim asked curiously. His younger sibling tended to keep closer to Damian and Jason more than anyone else the family knew with the exception perhaps being Alfred.

Damian simply shook his head and kept himself from insulting the older boy, “I’m unaware. It simply peaked my interest because as we all know, (L/n) didn’t come from a very financially stable family. The way that they talked made it sound like an annual event.”

“A tradition on Christmas Eve? In Gotham?” Roy had almost laughed in disbelief. “That’s completely ridiculous. You said it yourself demon spawn, (Y/N) came from a pretty poor family, they don’t exactly have an overwhelming amount their family and them could do.

“No true,” Jason cut off before anyone could agree with his redhead friend. “I actually knew (Y/n) before she ever even met Bruce and moved in because of the festivities that take place on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning. Most people call it a Street Rat Christmas but the official term is a Street Rat Holiday. To put it simply, it’s the only break any street rat or poor family tends to get throughout the whole year.”

Bruce leaned forward at the newly acquired information. To him it sounded just like a charity event that takes place on Christmas Eve and Christmas in the worker side of town. The man couldn’t help but feel surprised that he had never heard of such an event even though he lived in Gotham for so long.

“How much do you know about it?” Tim asked.

“A lot,” Jason replied with a simple shrug of his shoulders. “I still tend to go every Christmas Eve no matter what. I don’t count the years I was either dead or presumably dead but I still go, I don’t care if there is a mission, I go.”

“What happens?

“Peace,” Jason smiled slightly. “We should go tonight. You guys just can’t attack or snap at anyone, you have to enjoy yourselves.”

“Why on earth would we snap or attack?” Dick spoke in surprise.

Jason couldn’t stop the small snort or the smirk pulling on his face. “Villains attend the festivities as well. There was an arrangement made between the villains, people, and GCPD that as long as they didn’t harm or make any sort of threats to anyone for that night or the next morning that they could attend.”

“And people talk and interact with them?” Kate spoke up, looking rather stunned by the information.

Selina couldn’t help but nod in agreement, “indeed. I attended a few years back and (Y/n) was there with their family while talking to all sorts of people. They mostly talked to Riddler, Two-Face, and Penguin when it came to interacting with the villains but they did interact with every villain. That includes Joker. Their family was always active in helping set up the event.

Jon had perked up like a puppy dog before speeding out of the room and up the stairs before coming back with a rather flustered looking (Y/n) in his arms. Gently he set them down on the floor which caused them to let out a small sigh of relief. It wasn’t like they didn’t trust Jon, they did, but it was different when he came into their room, picked them up and rushed them down to the living room at super speed. They were still getting used to the whole “living with superheroes” thing as it had only been two months since they moved in.

“What is going on?” They questioned after a moment.

“Just talking about how a Street Rat Christmas functions,” Jason replied to his younger sibling.

No one could miss the way that (Y/n)’s eyes had lit up at the mention of the event. They seemed happier almost immediately at the reminder of the event.

“Oh! Can we go?” (Y/n) turned to Bruce with large kitten eyes that Selina most definitely approved of. “Pleeeeaaaassseee?”

Bruce chuckled at his child’s beg for approval. He already knew what his choice was going to be but first, “I want to know more about this event before I agree to anything.”

“Well, where did I leave off?” Selina wondered. The newest family addition sat on the floor near Bruce and Selina while dragging Damian down and over with them.

“Villains,” Kori reminded.

Selina snapped her fingers with a smile, “right!”

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The group had arrived at a large park filled with people and laughter. A giant tree stood tall in the middle of the park and was decorated with all sorts of different and even strange ordiments that were clearly brought or made by the people at the party. Damian could help but let a faint smile appear on his lips as his sibling dragged him toward the main party.

None of the secret heroes could miss the villains in the crowd that greeted the pair with an honest to god real smile. They even saw Joker gift (Y/n) with a very pretty box, the fact made them tense at the sight but for some reason Jason was calm about it. He was calm about seeing his murderer gift his little sibling with a box that could very easily hold a trigger bomb. It made no sense and yet that is how it played out. The young Wayne had opened the gift with a smile and found it to be a purple and green scarf, something that was clearly made with the help of the Riddler.

The family moved around and tried the different activities such as a snow man building contest (Tim and Dick got third place), a scavenger hunt (Damian, Jason, and (Y/n) had easily won that), dance battle to Christmas music (Selina joined forces with Ivy and they got fifth), create an ordiment to hang on the giant tree, ice Christmas cookies, drink hot cocoa, ice skating, a Christmas song karaoke challenge, and many more events. Homeless kids and families were given blankets and clothes as well as other supplies at the end of the night. At three minutes to midnight everyone had gathered around the tree and many were talking excitedly, the kids especially.

“We wish you a merry Christmas”

The Waynes were surprised when everyone began to sing in perfect harmony, the villains, Jason, (Y/N), Selina, and many others were leading the uncertain children and newcomers in the song. Jason had a young girl in his arms who was singing along with him while looking at the glowing tree.

“We wish you a merry Christmas/ We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year”

Dick, Kori, Roy, and Steph had joined in the singing as well but to their surprise so had Damian. It was much quieter than the others but still noticeable enough.

“Good tidings we bring to you and your kin/We wish you a merry Christmas and a happy new year”

As everyone sang Bruce had decided one thing, he was going to have to participate in a Street Rat Christmas every year until he died. His family had been happier than they have in ages while Selina, Jason, and (Y/n) all got to keep a familiar tradition close to them and have the time to remember those that they love and miss; they all did.

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Merry Christmas and happy holidays! I hope you all have enjoyed this mini story and have a good holiday! I’m so sorry about lack of activity but I’ve been sooooo busy and a lot of things have been going on with my family so I’ve been stressed. Cya next time! I’m planning Batfamily x Reader x Miraculous Ladybug with Damianette in it, I’ve fallen into a hole and I can’t get out. That story will probably be a series but bare with me, I have little to know means to write as of recent do to issues.

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My Season 2 Wishlist

Now that I’ve read Siege and Storm I have some scenes that I am looking forward to seeing in the show. Seeing as season 1 was mainly taken from the first book I am going to say that season 2 will likely mostly be taken from Siege and Storm. So these are the scenes and things that I am most looking forward to seeing in the show/ really hope are going to be in the show, along with some that I am not looking forward to seeing quite as much, they aren’t in any particular order of preference. Spoiler alert for book 2, obvs. Also as a darklina shipper alot of these are centred around that ship so if that's not your thing maybe skip this post, alot of it is me gushing about how much darklina we might be able to get.

1) The Nichevo'ya

So we got a little glimpse of them at the end of the first scene but I am really looking forward to seeing more of them and also of seeing them in large numbers, as an actual army.

2) Nikolai, The Twins and The Hummingbird

I am super excited to see all these new characters, Nikolai and Tolya and Tamar and how they interact with the rest of our characters. But I am also really excited to see the Hummingbird because lets be real who doesn’t love a flying ship in a fantasy show.

3) The Sea Whip

This is one where I am both really looking forward to seeing it but also dreading it. I am looking forward to seeing it because I think its going to look so beautiful and majestic, they did such a good job on the stag and I think they’ll do a good job with the Sea Whip too. But then I don’t want to see it because its going to look beautiful and then its going to die and I honestly don’t know if I can handle that. But I am also curious to see how they are going to handle the amplifier. In the book its a fetter (bracelet) but then in the book the collar is more like a necklace, in the show it was a monstrosity that was embedded in her skin. So are they going to have the scales embedded in her skin? Maybe where you can just see the surface of them on her skin or will they do what they did with the collar where you can see it in her skin to start with but then she absorbs it into her body so you can’t see it anymore and they don’t have to bother with a prosthetic for long? Maybe they’ll just create new lore and say because this time she killed it herself and its being used in a different way, as oppose to someone else killing it and controlling the wearer, then they can just have it as a bracelet and there’s no need to actually fuse it into her skin?

4) David’s Mirrors.

I really thought the idea David had to make those big mirrors so that Alina could use the cut to kill even more nichevo’ya at it time was interesting. The mirrors would kind of amplify her power and in the books it is quite the light show. I have very good reasons for wanting to see this, first is it means more screen time for David. Secondly, whilst working on the mirrors there’s a really cute scene where David asks about Genya. I really hope they put this in because not only does it build the relationship between Alina and David it also shows that David does return Genya’s feelings. Thirdly, and in the words of Aleksander himself, it once again proves the many uses of a durast. More in the books than the show there is this attitude towards the fabrikators that they are the most useless out of all the grisha. As a champion of the underdog, I naturally love to see them proving them all wrong. Also there’s you know the fact that they’ll probably be some cool special effects and who doesn’t love some sparkly sunshine sfx.

5) Ben Barnes’ Darkling.

So the darkling has already done some pretty dark things in the show but in the second book he goes even darker, which seeing as he is the anti-hero I am expecting them to have him do more dark things in season 2. However I really want them to let Ben Barnes to continue to bring that element of humanity to the character and that complexity that he did in the first season. I can take him doing horrific things (I can’t but lets pretend I can, I can close my eyes for those bits right?). But I also want to see scenes where he is desperately trying to explain himself to Alina with tears in his eyes just like episode 7. I also want them to keep driving home the fact that he is doing this for his people because I feel like his motivations in the books sometimes got lost and at times he seemed like he was doing these terrible things without any motivation and just because he’s the villain. By all means take me to the dark side, just lead me there with understandable motives and a teary eyed ben barnes.

I also really want to see some more of his backstory, maybe even the events of Demon in the Wood. The darklina in me would also like Alina to discover some of his backstory and also the true story of how the fold was created but I don’t know if that’ll happen.

6) Alina’s Darkside.

Speaking of going to the darkside, in the book we do see Alina getting tempted by her darker side and she also begins to hunger for more power, especially after she has the second amplifier. She does a few darker things in the book like nearly killing Sergei, threatening Baghra and she even considers forcing the sea whip fetter onto Tolya so that she can control his power. I do hope they keep some of these darker actions, also it might seem dark, defo morally grey, but I would like her to be put into a difficult position where she has to like sacrifice people in order to either win a battle or save a vulnerable group of people. Kind of like when (warning 100 and GOT spoilers) Clarke from the 100 kills the Mountain Men to save her people or like when Robb Stark sacrifices 2000 of his men to win a battle against the Lannisters in Game of thrones. I just want her to understand the sacrifices of war and how as a general you have to make hard decisions. I feel like she doesn’t really have to face this reality in the book. I mean she is plagued by how she left the skiff behind in the fold at the end of book one, but seeing as I don’t understand why she did that in the first place and obviously they took that out of the show, I think they need some other similar situation where its a case of like, you can save these innocent civilians but you’ll have to sacrifice your own soldiers to do it. Or if you wanted to go even darker than that, a situation where she has to make the decision to save her own soldiers (because she can’t afford to lose too many of them) but she knows if she pulls them back then civilians will die. As difficult as it would be to watch I do think it would push her character development forward and really make her understand that war is no game. I am being really mean here but I also want to see her lose some battles maybe against Fjerda or Shu Han. I would also like her to show more interest in these border wars where Grisha are being killed as oppose to just the Fold and the Darkling but I am not holding my breath on that one. Basically I want to see her struggle and to then overcome it and grow into a confident and experienced general. I do feel like if she is struggling to keep the balance between fighting the Fjerdans, the Shu Han and the Darkling whilst also looking for the last amplifier and playing the political game at court with Nikolai, then it would not only contribute to her character development and teach her valuable skills but also give her some inkling of how much pressure Aleksander was under as well and maybe help her understand a little why he did what he did.

Also and I really care about this one, please continue to let her have her own agency. Let her make her own decisions and come up with her own ideas and plans as oppose to having other characters telling her what to do. That was one change they made from the books in season 1 that I was really happy with, that she does have alot more agency.

7) Darklina Bond.

One of the more interesting things to me in Siege and Storm was this psychic (well kind of) bond between Alina and Aleksander. I also thought that element of Alina not really knowing what it was and thinking maybe she was losing her mind was interesting, but I’ll also be interested to see the bond from the Darkling’s pov. Like did he also at first think he was losing his mind or did he recognise what it was right away? What was his reaction the first time he felt her call to him? I do think there is alot of potential with the bond to have some soft darklina moments and I hope they develop it a bit more in the show. Like just having little moments, maybe a shot of the two of them just laying on his bed together, or him sitting quietly just watching her as she reads. I think the bond should work well in the show because whilst in the books we get told she sees him everywhere its hard to kind of picture it. Whereas I think in the show they can put him in the background of scenes. So like if she’s in a meeting it can just show him standing somewhere in the room and maybe he keeps making comments and she is just trying to ignore him but sometimes her eyes slip over to him. I feel like there is potential for some comedic moments too if they decide to go that route by having Alina answer him but obviously with no one else in the room being able to see him they think she is talking to them. Or by having someone catching her essentially talking to herself and her having to find a way to explain it away. I just really want them to do this bond justice. I also would love it if they used the bond for darklina to actually have meaningful conversations with each other. Maybe he even gives her some advice general to general? I would also like to see him give her some comfort, like she has a really bad day and so she unknowingly calls him to her and seeing that she is upset he gives her comfort. I also want them to touch on how she misses him when he doesn’t show up. Like they could have her search for him in the places he usually shows up like his room or the library and maybe she calls out his name hoping he’ll answer. I think this would show that she does want him to show up like it states in the book that they only go to each other when they both want to see the other. And more importantly than anything they have to keep the line when she asks why he doesn’t leave her alone and he replies ‘then I’d be alone too.’

8) The Attack on The Palaces

I feel like this is going to look epic on screen. Again it comes down to just really wanting to see fancy special effects. Also as I said at the beginning I really do want to see an army of nichevo’ya and I feel like we aren’t going to see them in huge numbers until the finale or maybe as a last shot of episode 7. Like I could see a scenario where Nikolai’s birthday celebration happens in episode 7 and then the last scene is Vasily’s announcement and Nikolai figuring out that the Darkling is coming, then the bells sound and it pans up out of the grande palace and over the horizon you just see thousands of nichevo’ya closing in on the Palaces. Then they’ll probably have the finale be focused solely on this battle that happens. I really do hope they make it as epic as possible with lots of badass moments for all of our favourite characters. What I am not looking forward to is seeing any of the characters I love die, and well I love pretty much every character in the show so I feel like its going to be an emotional episode for me.

9) The Chapel Scene

Ok this is a must have. I need to see this please, again because epicness you know. I also think this is a pivotal moment for Alina’s character where she realises that the bond between her and the Darkling means she can control his powers like he controlled hers. She uses this to try and overload both herself and the darkling. This scene has alot of complexity to it because its in this moment that she understands that her and the darkling are alike, she recognises that she has some darkness inside her, she lets go of all the fear and guilt she has felt about that darkness and then she uses it. She kind of decides to tie their fates together. But like I said I think it’ll be a very complex scene because on the one hand I do think Alina (particularly in the show) does have feelings for him and in this moment she understands that they’ve got this fated connection between them, I suppose you could call, it in the book there’s this quote which I think explains it well, this is when she chooses to stay with the Darkling whilst her friends escape and Mal says you can’t choose him:

‘”There isn’t any choice to make. This is what was meant to be.” It was true. I felt it in the collar, in the weight of the fetter. For the first time in weeks, I felt strong.

Another quote that shows this sense of fate she is feeling is:

“We are alike,” he said, “as no one else is, as no one else will ever be.” The truth of it rang through me. Like calls to like.

So in this moment she is feeling very connected to the Darkling and she is really embracing who she has become. Then on the other hand there's the reality that in this moment she is trying to kill them both believing it will save the world which has this kind of tragic sadness to it. Like I said she does this by taking control of his powers and trying to overuse the merzost. Also I don’t know about anyone else but I did think there was something kind of gratifying about seeing her take control of his power like he did to her, giving him a taste of his own medicine so to speak. I think it keeps that balance between them of yes he might have power over her but she has power over him too. She really is the only one who can match him.

I also really want to see how they are going to show the merzost and what they’ll do with her hair turning white due to it. I do think this will be a very intense scene similar to when Alina takes back her power in episode 8 of season 1. I also suspect they’ll be really mean and maybe end the whole season with the chapel coming down and us wondering if anybody inside survived.

10) The Crows

I am looking forward to seeing what they do with the characters from six of crows. I haven’t read the duology yet as I am still working on the last grisha trilogy book so I have no idea what they are going to do with that storyline. I have seen the name Wylan floating about but I have no idea who that is just that he seems like a character alot of people want to see. So naturally that has made me really want to see him and find out what he’s all about. Also I am including Nina and Matthias in this section along with the Crows because I suspect that Nina is going to be joining the Crows and that they will be trying to get Matthias out of prison as well as dealing with Pekka Rollins and Dreesen. I am also assuming that Nina, Matthias and Wylan are the three others out of the six of crows right? I mean those three characters joining the team will make it six, so logic.

The other character I really want to see is Milo our friendly neighbourhood goat and honorary Crow mascot. Like I don’t care how he gets written in I just want this goat to show up in random places and contribute to the plot in small ways like he did with the bullet helping Mal escape. Basically I want him to be like the jail dog in Pirates of the Caribbean that just randomly shows up without any explanation.

11) More Mal Development

So the show did a good job in season one of making Mal a bit more relatable and more of a sympathetic character than he is in the books. I definitely got nice guy/ loyal friend vibes from him. You know he’s that guy most people can get along with. However I do think that out of all of the characters Mal’s was the least developed. I feel like I don’t really know much about him outside of his relationship with Alina, you know. I know that he is loyal and dedicated to her, I know that he cares deeply for her. But the only thing I really know about Mal himself outside of how he feels about Alina is that he is a skilled tracker which is a little disappointing as I would like to know more about him. They did touch on some other elements that could be interesting to explore more, like how as a child he was the boy who always runs from a fight, and it seemed like Alina was very much his protector when they were children. Then when he becomes an adult he is seen as a fighter and as someone who isn’t afraid of anything. I would like to know what his journey was to get him from one to the other. They never really develop this side of his character past episode 1 because after Alina is discovered to be the sun summoner his whole character arc becomes about her. In Siege and Storm Mal does struggle a bit with feeling useless and during the flashbacks to child Mal in the show there did seem to be this feel that Mal was considered useless by the others at the orphanage, like when Ana Kuya (the housekeeper) would say you can’t hide forever, or when the boy talked about Mal’s scrap with dinner would mean he couldn’t be tested. I just got this sense that others around him at the orphanage made him feel useless and like he was a coward who hid and ran away from things. I think it could be interesting if they tie this into his story arc in season 2.

I would also like to see some conflict between Mal and Alina. I don’t really feel like we got any in season 1, I mean they did both believe the other was ignoring their letters but it is resolved very quickly once they reunited. But I also want it to be interesting conflict as oppose to conflict just for the sake of conflict. Like I could see what the Darkling said to Mal about Alina being immortal coming into play because in the book he actually said it to Alina the part about being eternal and how there is no one else like them and never will be. So to me its interesting that they had the Darkling say it to Mal. I do think this is going to mess with Mal’s head a bit. Also it is unclear if in the show Alina knows that she is immortal, I don’t think she does. So it could be interesting if Mal is acting distance and struggling with this knowledge he knows and Alina is confused because she doesn’t know and so doesn’t understand why he’s acting this way, then eventually he blurts it out in an argument and now Alina has to confront this fact that she’ll have to watch Mal grow old and die whilst she won’t.

Also I think they could combine this with Mal seeing a difference in Alina and seeing that she isn’t the same person she was before becoming the sun summoner. Also Mal himself isn’t the same after suffering the trauma of losing his friends in Fjerda. I think combined together with his feelings of uselessness it could create an interesting tension between them as they are basically trying to get to know each other again.

12) That Innuendo.

All my fellow darklinas probably know what line I am talking about here. But obviously its the ‘I’ll be certain you hear it when I make her scream’ one. I just really really want them to keep this scene in because I just know Jessie, Ben and Archie will kill it. The part that I am not looking forward to seeing is the part where he threatens to cut her face. Though I don’t know if he really would torture her as one, the show darkling is very different from the book darkling in that he has alot more humanity and two, it has been confirmed by the director of ep 5 and 6 as well as the actors that Aleksander really does care about Alina, the collar was one thing but full on torture I don’t know if it would make sense for him to cross that line. In the book the Darkling does say that its a threat and it accomplished what it needed. But then when Alina asks if that means he wouldn’t have cut her his answer doesn’t make it clear as to whether he would or not. So it is possible the show will make it clear that its an empty threat to the audience, maybe, if they are going to try and keep the darkling as being more anti-hero, and human than all out villain.

But going back to the scene I do want to see. I can just picture it now, Alina stumbling and Aleksander reaching out to quickly catch her and pulling her against him. Then their eyes meet and they forget that everyone else is there and just stare deeply into each others eyes, probably both thinking back to their kiss in the war room, it would be a nice little touch if they have flashes of memories, like their kisses and their moment in episode 4 where she wraps them both in her light, all the longing stares they had, this would be the perfect moment to reinsert that deleted horse riding scene into the show. Then they show a close up of his hand as he slides it across her back to pull her closer. Then there’s a shot of Mal who looks suitably upset and who tries to break free of his guards and tells him to leave her alone, which breaks the spell between Alina and Aleksander and Alina realising how close she is to Aleksander pulls away guiltily. Which is when Aleksander asks ‘perhaps that’s not what you fear’ to Mal. There is one little thing I would change from the book though and that it when he delivers the line ‘when I make her scream’ instead of Alina being halfway down the hatch to belowdecks, have her still up on top deck with them and have it so Aleksander is talking to Mal but looking at her when he says it.

I mean the chemistry between Jessie and Ben would be amazing and I think Archie would play the scene perfectly too, showing Mal’s conflicting emotions of anger and protectiveness, but also his insecurity and fear. I just really really need this scene to be in season 2, please let me have it.

Anyway I don’t know how much of this will make it into season 2 as with my experience tv show adaptions tend to abandon most of the books plot after season 1 but these are a few things I wouldn’t mind seeing in the show.

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Greg Sanders x Reader!

A/N: Hi everyone! Have you ever noticed that there are not enough Greg Sanders fanfiction in the world? I have looked for some for a while, but nothing. Now, stop complaining and let's have fun togheter, this is my first Greg Sanders x Reader! I hope you will like it! Besos!

Couple: Greg Sanders/Female!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warning: //

Summary: this is the first time Greg tries to find love with an app. Who knows whohe is gonna meet with a cyber matching?

***

Las Vegas, October 5th 2015

The last month was rough for him. Many things had changed forever. Nick had resigned from the team, Sarah decided to take a break after a big promotion in order to restore her relationship with Grissom, Catherine is back to her position as the leader of the night shift.

Russell is moving on with his life and Finn is gone. Forever. No matter how much his tried to save her life or they prayed for her, she is gone.

Greg is not confortable with big changes. For the first time in forever he is feeling like he is flooting. Dr Robbins said that is normal, in a moment like this one, in which he has escaped the death again, to feel this way.

«Maybe you need a fresh new start.»

Everyone is starting something, whatever. Nick is a boss now, Sarah is happy with her ex husband and former director of the lab. Even Hodges is living the moment, with a new girlfriend.

«He met her on a website», Henry said to Greg during a coffee break.

He laughted, then he used this information against Hodges.

«It isnt a website... I am not dating a russian wife!»

Greg smirked, «No more girls interested in your Visa after the italian one?»

«Shut the fuck up, Sanders. Nowdays is normal using dating app. You should try and stop wasting my time!»

****

He didnt download Tinder only because Hodges suggested it.

Of course.

He decided to try the app only to dimostrate that is a poor life choice.

But the amounth of time he have spent in looking at girls profiles is already too much to look credible. Furthermore, Lindsay have noticed him swapping girls away and she giggled amused. «You should try to go on a date. Dont tell my mom, but I met a guy once, on Tinder. He was really awsome, but he was a tourist. An advice, always take a loool if she is a resident!»

And he followed her suggestion, making the opposite. Just to have some fun.

There are many people who only are in Vegas for having fun and even if was cool, meeting girls who only want a one night stand, after three or four date started to make him feel bored.

He always talk a little about is job, fake interesting in the girl’s plan for her vacation and everything ending in the morning.

So he decided to try something else.

A serious date, for once.

***

He is exploring your profile since the moment you two matched. He is fascinating by your (y/e/c) eyes in the profile picture. You look smart but gentle at the same time. No mention to the fact that even if you are linving in Vegas, you are from (you hometown/nation) and you are a PhD candidate in Archaelogy.

You dont look like the other girls he met in the last period. You are a student, a really good one. You have a picture in front of Columbia University, which you attended for your MSc and graduated.

So you are not only smart, but really intelligent.

You have those beautiful (y/h/c) hair and a gentle smile.

So he picks all his courage and writes you a simple ‘hi’.

You dont answer immediatly, even if you have read the message. So Greg closes the app with disappointed. Well. It’s proved. You cant find love in one of this app.

He decides that is far better to start with the awfull pile of documents on the desk, before is too late. Or to early, depends by the point of view.

***

He had finished with paperwork around 7 am and so he decided to go home.

In the moment he enters the living room, he feels so lonely. It’s happening quite often in the last period. He kicks his shoes away and sits on the sofa, taking a deep breath. With his eyes close, he starts to thing about the last serious date and its look like a century ago.

And it was a complete failure.

Everytime he fell for a girl is always the same old story. Firstly, amazing. Then a mess because of his job.

But he doesn't have to change is life only because he feels the emptiness of his house. He has worked so much to achieve this results and now...

Now? What he has? A good position in an horrible schedule shift. An amazing group of team mates - unfortunately Hodges is still working in the materials lab, but who cares- but no social life. No family. He is 40 now and he was looking for a 25 years girl.

So silly.

So stupid.

But what's is even silliest? Losing himself in those throughs instead of sleep. He has his shift starting at 11 pm, but he has the laudary to do. And he need to clean the apartment. Is full of dust.

****

After seven hours sleeping, he feels himself far more positive. It's around 2 pm when he wakes up and start with the laudary. He gets a look on the phone and answer to Morgan under a pic on facebook, than he notices that he has a new notification on Tinder.

He is so surprise when he realises that is you.

-who wrote 'hi' at 4.30 in the morning?-

He blushes a little, thinking about it. It was really early and he hasnt realised it.

-someone who is working at night...?-

The answer is not the best. But you are smart and you bring a good observation.

-like a hooker?-

He laught a little, rising his elbow.

-sorta. But not so well paid.-

Making fun of the hookers is not a good way to start a conversation, but someway, it works. You two share some messages and then you give your phone number to him.

You are free tomorrow for lunch, even if is unusual meeting someone with the sun in the sky, in Vegas.

And he is totaly down.

***

Is strange for you to go on a date with someone you don't know. But it is even strangest go for a lunch date. It's look so formal to you, but the guy in the profile pic looks potentially awsome. You have read from his description that he works for the Clark Country Police Department and this is a hot detail: you have a thing for cops.

You dressed nicely for the lunch inside The Venice's restaurant. Classy choice by the way. But not elegant because is 12 am. You also decide to go easy on your make up, because after this date you have to help in teaching a bacherlo class and you are hoping that you won't have enough time to change, after the meal.

So here we go.

In front of the restaurant.

You look around and see a figure a couple of meters away from you. He is pretty tall and with dark blonde hair. He is also well dressed, better then you, but not formal.

Your glazes meet in the middle of the atrium and you both smile embarrassed. He is the first one to move some steps near to you.

《Hi. You are (y/n)?》

《Yes. And you must be Greg.》

You shake his hand and then catch his invitation to enter in the restaurant first. The waiter reserved you a nice place on the balcony. The cannel is fake, not even similar to the Italian one, but is romantic.

One score for Greg.

《What would you like to eat?》, he asked so politely that you can't help yourself, but smile back.

《I thing I'll go with a sandwich for lunch》

《Nice choice, I am down. Wine?》

《Sorry, but I have a class in the afternoon...》

This time he is smiling. 《Then water for two.》

He is so kind. He decides to drink water because you can't drink wine. This is another score.

After you two have made your orders, it's time for questions.

《Do you usually meet people this way?》, je asks, nicely. Even if there is no accusation in the tune of his voice, you blush a little.

《It's not the first time, but I am still a skeptical, by the way.》

《Why?》

《Because I've met only morons on Tinder. 》 You try your best smile. 《Hope you are not one of them.》

《I share this hope with you》, he jokes. 《I am looking for your verdict at the end of the meal, so.》

You both laught. Is a nice company and the tension is going away.

《So you are a cop?》

《Not exactly. I work for the crime like as a crime scene investigator.》

You looked impressed. 《Sounds amazing but hard at the same time. I am asking to my self you an awsome guy like you is still single.... is for your job?》

This time is Greg the one who blushes. 《Yes is really... It takes most of my time. Someday all of my time.》

《I can relate》, you say. 《I am not cool as you are, I don't save people for live, neither I am good in puzzle but... I work on field so I spend several weeks abroad. Sometimes even a month or two and when I come back...》

《...You have the feeling that everyone is carries on with his life but you are static》 he ends your statement. 《Yes, you can relate, totaly.》

You two share a smile and then he starts to ask you some questiom about your job, your position at the UNLV and stuffs.

In the end, after a sweet fight, he insists to pay the meal, but you put on the table the tips.

《It was really nice 》, you say and he agrees. 《We should do that again. What's your spare night?》

《Monday》 he aswers, immediately 《If my boss wont tell me otherwise.》

《If you are agree, you can see eachother again on Monday, so.》

《It will be amazing.》

Another smile and a little silence. You have no idea of what to do now. Is too soon for a kiss, but an hand shake would be awful. So you decide to come closer to him and kiss his cheek. Is so cute the way he blushes again. Greg is near now and you can feel his breath on your lips. For him, is not too soon. He gently puts a hands on you hip and drag you into a soft kiss.

The best way to end a good date.

****

《So how is she?》

After two weeks dating, Greg decides to tell the guys about you.

Terrible idea.

《She is so nice!》 He starts excited, while Catherine is laught, shaking is head and look at David Philips in the classical 'told ya' way. 《She is beautiful and gentle. She is also tremendously determinate. More than anything, she is so intelligent and her smell is amazing.》

《She can cook?》, Super Dave asks, joking.

《Everything you can say, she can do it. Is incredible. She speaks like five languages and is so sexy in bed.》

《This information is not necessary 》 is Catherine's comment.

But Dave wants to prove a point now. 《....She speaks five languages in bed or it was not correlated?》

《Guys, we are on a crime scene.》

The two boys share a small smile and wait for Russell to be far enough. So Dave asks one last question. 《Are you only fancy her... or maybe you are already in love?》

Greg thinks about it for a couple of second. 《I am already fucked.》

Dave laughs, 《of couse you are.》

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