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Fire & Ice

Surprise? This has been sitting in my docs for a while and it was going to form part of another story but I decided against it for now so I’m posting it tonight for you as a one shot. There’s a tiny hint as to what the longer story was going to be about but that’s not happening anymore so don’t get any hopes up! Set in the 2013 Harry-verse; tanned, muscles, the hair went up, y’know what I mean. It’s not perfect. I’ve written better. The sex scene is a bit ‘mehhh’, but it’s just a little something I had left behind x

The camping trip had been organised for when Harry was back in town for a couple of days; one night in the woods, at a quiet spot where nobody would find him, with his friends from home to be normal for a while before heading back out to LA to record some new songs. It’s the height of summer and the surprising British sunshine had given you all plenty of time to mess around in the lake a couple of minutes from where you were staying, and it had all been going swimmingly until somebody caught on to the fact that you and Harry are going to be sharing a tent once the fire burns out in a couple of hours.

“A guy and girl can be friends, yeh know?” Harry brushes off the comment, taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hands while you stare at him across the fire which is smoking away in the middle of the group.

Friends who have sex.

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emoji review: eyes

hella pixar but definitely curious and maybe a little bit salty? - 4/5

very minimalist, kinda looks like two tiny donald trumps with really long fringes - 3/5

fucking turn down the stroke thickness jesus christ (otherwise okay) - 3/5

no salt here, just curiosity. they’re thoroughly intrigued. shoutout to the eyebrows, very unique - 4/5

way too much shading but i guess its okay? - 3/5

fuck off staring at me like that holy shit - 0/5

a simple approach, it alright - 3/5

woah there!!! didn’t know i had 3D glasses on!!! it’s like they’re really there!!! - 3/5

poor effort, also eyes aren’t grey - 2/5

FUCK OFF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - 0/5

woah he seen some shit - 3/5

why - 1/5


Imagine kissing Jensen under the mistletoe at a SPN Christmas Party.

Characters: Jensen x Briana’s little sister Reader, Jared, Misha, Rob, Rich, Briana

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of angst, language

Word Count: 3.7k (including song lyrics)

Holiday Theme/Challenges: I was given Mistletoe and the above gif for @avasmommy224 Christmas Challenge & Jensen x Reader &  @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s Christmas Quickie Challenge. I picked Jason Mann’s Baby It’s Cold Outside because it’s just too cute to pass up to be paired with Jensen x Reader as well.

A/N:  This one got WAY out of control. Stick with me and hopefully it will pay off in the end. I don’t think I’ve written a one shot this long before. You guys aren’t used to me being this much of a wordy bitch, hope I don’t bore you to death. 

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What happens in Romania

Plot: You give Sebastian a nice little reward. | Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: swearing, smut, a blowjob, tiny tiny bit of daddy kink, semi-public sex

Word count: 1370

A/N: I AM ON A ROLLLLLLLL. Inspired by this pic ↓ ↓ ↓

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Travelling by train was always your favourite way. You loved sitting next to the huge rectangle shaped windows and see the world pass you by. You usually liked to listen to your Spotify playlist or read your favourite book.

But when you were with Sebastian you usually opted for just being with him. You wanted to harbour every moment you had with him, since he was away quite often. You had been together for a couple of years now and even with his crazy schedule he made sure you never felt lonely or bored. He always called or texted you between sets and appearances and you thoroughly appreciated it. You loved him with every fibre in your body and wherever he went, you went.

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12x04 “American Nightmare”
Always MOM

This may have been my favourite moment of the episode, because you can just see how a little bit of tension dissipates from Dean’s shoulders, how this small text makes him feel at least a tiny bit better. Because she didn’t ignore him on purpose, she didn’t leave because she doesn’t want to be his mom. And even if it’s just a small text, I am glad that Dean received it. Because it is a small notification of love. And if there is one thing I want for Dean, it is that: love. 

Also: And I am totally overreacting here but the way he holds the phone when he reads the text, the way he taps his fingers to it, somehow it gives me feels… :’)

there’s a little girl at work i just wanna talk about a bit

she’s 7, she’s autistic and has a physical condition so she can walk with a walker but usually uses a tiny, tiny wheelchair with patterned wheels

when she is excited, she flaps, rocks, shrieks and she spins her chair in tiny circles. oh my god

she is pretty much the opposite of tactile defensive. if she sees a cool new texture she is going in with both fists. no craft or edible substance is safe. and no-one is safe from the mess. she comes to our afterschool service and her entire body and chair are always coated in paint, glitter and other miscellaneous stains. always

never do a craft activity with her without accepting that she will be covered in whatever it is up to her elbows, and any nearby surfaces will get liberally coated

i made candles with her, with soya wax at a very low temperature and it’s a good thing i did because she was like “stir colour in with crayons? how about overflow the entire container by dumping crayons in and then pulling them out by hand?”

she’s good friends with a slightly older boy who has a physical condition and can’t talk, and she has learned to do choice hands with him, so when she comes into our evening service and sees him she says “hi [name], did you have a good day at school? yes or no” and does the choice hands, all while wiggling with happiness at seeing him

she communicates mostly through scripting one way or another, like pretty much everything she says has a singsong quality to it and has obviously been pieced together and practised, which i think is amazing and wonderful. one thing she says often when she leaves is, “thank you for inviting me to [organisation], see you on [day of next service!]”

when she makes cakes, which she loooooves doing, your main difficulty is preventing her very casually eating all the mix and the icing as she goes along…again, in fistfuls. the best bit is her completely nonchalant demeanour as she does this

To go along with the ‘every batboy needs a Kryptonian best friend and an Amazon warrior’ post I just reblogged.

Just imagine tho, Jon and Dami with a little Amazonian girl keeping them in line.

She would have to be around their age, which is precious. Like 10-13. Or maybe a little older too, 14 or 15.


Damian Wayne being bossed around by a tiny but fierce 6-7 year old Amazonian girl.

I need this.

So badly.

Maybe RFA + V reaction to MC being asexual? (not necessarily sex repulsed but not really interested either)

Sorry that this is short, I just see them all having the the same accepting attitude/response towards it


  • He’s only a tiny bit disappointed, but he gets it
  • It’s just that he really, really wants a family with you
  • But he’s not going to make you, it’s your choice and body, after all
  • Atleast it takes away the stress of worrying about his first time lol
  • Maybe you guys can compromise with a puppy?


  • There’s a tiny voice in my head that says she’s asexual too
  • Just a tiny one
  • Jaehee is really understanding, in fact, she was a little scared of telling you too
  • You guys have a bonding moment talking about your experiences with it


  • He’d be really downcast when you tell him
  • But of course, Zen will never force you to do something that you don’t want to do
  • To him, one of the biggest ways to show your love is by making love
  • But he eventually learns that you don’t need sex to know how much he loves you
  • It takes time and some learning, but he eventually understands


  • Totally fine with it
  • Really flat out understanding and accepting
  • When you told him it was just, “I understand, MC.”
  • Other than just accepting you, he’ll look a little bit into why and such things as that


  • Saeyoung is accepting and, like the others, will never force you into anything
  • His biggest goal with you was to start and family, and he’s more than willing to adopt a child


  • Probably has the most accepting and loving response
  • He can’t change you, and he’s going to love you for you
  • No matter what

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Leonardo x Reader


Prompt: If you have the time, I’d love to see [a soulmate au] for Leonardo! He’s my favorite of the boys.

Note: Omg, I legit freaked out when I got a message from you in my inbox and I like fangirled and omg thank you sooooo much! Raph and Leo are my faves, so I’m very hype to write this omg. I chose to do the soulmate timers instead of the Sharpie thing though, just to shake it up a little bit.

Leonardo didn’t understand why he had a soulmate timer. Donnie said that it was very likely their timers would only lead them to other turtles. Tiny, normal turtles. That was how they were meant to find the ones they were meant to be with. Biologically, anyway. To mutant turtles like Leo and his brothers, it had always seemed kind of pointless.

And yet, when the day came that his timer was supposed to run out, he was still nervous.

Leo was the first of his brothers to have his time run out. The others weren’t due for months, but Leo’s timer was due to strike zero in twelve hours.

“I dunno, bro. I think we should celebrate or something, right?” Mikey asked. “Order a pizza, have April rent a movie or something. We shouldn’t just sit here and let it run out.”

“I read about a dozen articles about soulmates last night. According to the majority of them, when the timer gets closer to running out, you’ll feel a pull and you’ll just have to go follow it. Something will come over you. Or something. I’m not entirely sure.” Donatello read from his notes.

“So basically, I should avoid the pet store. Good to know.” Leo smirked. “Guys, I really don’t care. I’m not upset. I think I accepted a while ago that I was never going to find…someone, you know?”

“Maybe you should follow it. For science, of course.” Donnie pushed his glasses further up his nose. “Then we’ll know if our soulmates are…how do I put this…A worthy investment of time.”

“You mean I should follow it.”

“For science.”

“Thanks, Don. Glad your head’s in the right place.”


You stared at the numbers on your wrist on the way home from school. Six hours. Six whole hours before you met your soulmate. Oh God, it was terrifying. You had no idea what to expect. So of course, you were scouring the internet for articles about what to expect. Some people described feeling a pull to where they were supposed to be. Others felt nothing and just wound up in the perfect place at the perfect time.

You were scared shitless.

When you got home, you fixed your hair and make-up, trying to get as ready as possible. You ate some dinner after finishing your homework and tried to make the time pass. So, naturally, you sat out on the fire escape with a book, as you usually did when you read. There was something freeing about sitting outside with your legs dangling as you got lost in other worlds. Maybe getting lost would help you forget about this world. The one where the stress and anticipation was eating you alive.


Leo had no idea where he was going. But he felt the pull. With ten minutes left, and his brothers a few blocks behind him, he passed the pet store and kept on running. That was when the stress set in. His soulmate was not a turtle. Oh no. This might be worse than not having a real one at all. Now he had to worry about an actual person. Someone that existed.

Someone that could reject him.

When Donnie had shared his notes with the others, he said that some, not many, but some people rejected their soulmates for various reasons. He thought that maybe the fact that he was a giant mutant turtle would be enough to turn anyone away. But either way, he was scared, and with good reason.

What if he never found you? Or worse. What if he did?


It was less than two minutes until your timer would run out when you heard a noise in the alley below. You slipped your bookmark into your book and carefully made your way down the fire escape.

“Hello?” You looked around in the shadows. Maybe this was a bad idea, but nevertheless, you called out again. “Hello?”

There was something there. Someone. A very tall, bulky silhouette. It took a few steps closer, cautiously, but not stepping into the light. Not yet.

“I don’t bite.” You smirked and tilted your head. “You don’t have to be scared.”

“I don’t want you to be scared.” A nervous voice from the darkness.

“I won’t be.” You promised. He chuckled.

“You say that now. I’m not exactly…How do I put this…? I’m not normal.”

“You’re still my soulmate.” You offered a small smile, and you couldn’t see in the dark, but he smiled too, his gorgeous blue eyes searching every inch of you. You offered one of your small, five-fingered hands. “I’m (Y/N).”

He hesitated, but took your hand in his large green one. Your eyes went wide, but it wasn’t in fear or even in disgust. It was just surprise.

“Leonardo.” It was like fireworks. Your skin against his, his voice, his name…It felt so right.

“Come into the light.” Your voice was soft, pleading. You tried to look to where you thought his eyes were. “Please.”

“You won’t like what you see.” He warned. The knot in Leo’s stomach pulled tighter.

“Let me decide that.”

“Okay.” He took a breath and stepped into the light. You looked up at him, tall and green with a shell on his back and the most gorgeous blue eyes you had ever seen. But instead of the rejection Leo had prepared for his entire life, there was something else in your eyes: acceptance.

“Come here,” You raised your arms to hug him, but God, he was tall. When he wrapped his muscular green arms around you, your feet left the ground. He never wanted to let go. “I love you so much and I just met you. Is that crazy?”

“I can think of crazier things.” He chuckled.

“Leo, you all right down there?” Raph called from the top of a building.

“More than all right,” he kissed your cheek before setting you on your feet again. “Come on down, guys.”

Leo’s brothers made their way down to you.

“Well she doesn’t look like a turtle.” Mikey examined you closely.

“Because she’s not, ding-dong.” Raph gave his head a little shove. “Don’t mind him. He’s got pizza for brains.”

“(Y/N), these are my brothers, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello.” Leo pointed to each. You slipped your hand into Leo’s and he gave yours a little squeeze. Hand-holding: one of the many things Leonardo would have to get accustomed to.

“Nice to meet you.” You smiled.

“Dude, your soulmate is the chilliest ever, Leo.” Mikey smiled. “I mean, if she’s fine with all of this…She didn’t even scream or ask if we were aliens or-”

“I grew up in New York.” You shrugged. “There’s not much that fazes me anymore.”

“I guess,” Raph smirked and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder. “Good for you, honor boy.”

“Well, my parents won’t be home for a while. I can order a pizza and we can hang out…or something?” you shrugged. Mikey’s face lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Not us, doofus.” Raph chuckled. “We’ve gotta give the lovebirds some time alone.”

“Dammit…” Mikey whined as Donnie and Raph pulled him away. Leo smiled and shook his head.

“Come on,” you pulled him up the fire escape.


“You’re sure you wouldn’t have anyone else as a soulmate?” Leo asked as you were cuddling on the couch a few hours later.

“Positive.” You kissed his snout. “You, Leonardo, are perfect just the way you are.”

His heart just about melted.

“I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody else.”

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for nadya @assholecashtons

‘Did you know that you have gold in your eyes?’

Calum laughed under you, his eyes crinkling. ‘I didn’t know that, darling,’ he said. ‘Thought they were just brown.’

You shook your head, pressing a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. ‘There are little tiny bits of gold in them,’ you mumbled, running the tips of your fingers over his eyelashes. ‘They’re very pretty.’

‘Yeah?’ Calum murmured, a little breathless. His fingers pressed against the soft skin around your hips, pulling you against his chest. Slowly, you moved your fingers down the curve of his nose, running them over and around his lips, laughing a little when he pouted to kiss them. His cheeks were red from sitting near the heater for so long, and you couldn’t resist pressing your lips against them, feeling just how warm he was.

‘What are you doing to me?’ Calum asked quietly, reaching up to push your hair away from your face.

You nudged your nose against his. ‘‘M just loving you, is all.’

here is evak height difference for no reason at all 

  • relatively speaking the height difference between them isn’t even all that much?? but even disregards that fact entirely in favor of teasing isak in whatever way he can
  • isak has to reach just a teeny tiny bit to get something from the cupboard? his shirt rides up just a teeny tiny bit to expose the teeniest tiniest bit of skin? “oh let me get that for you, babe. don’t worry i know you’re struggling you’re just too short” 
    • “even it’s literally right there. i can reach it i’ve always been able to reach it”
    • “oh no. isak of course not. you’re too short!!!” “even, pleas-”
  • isak and even can generally swap clothes without really noticing the difference, but even’s sweaters run a little too long on the sleeves when isak wears them. so it’s easier for him to hide his hands with them, and sometimes he’ll stretch them out purposefully for better optimum slapping with
    • even’s sweatpants: also too long on isak. cue tripping so often even starts keeping a tally of it. isak doesn’t care much. he’s perfectly content to wear his bf’s clothes
  • even resting his elbow on isak’s shoulder whenever they’re standing beside each other. or his chin on the the crown of isak’s head. or perfectly level to plant a kiss on isak’s forehead and being incredibly happy about that fact 
  • even’s feet poke out just a little from the blankets at night? immediatly: “isak stop hogging the blankets my toes are cold” except he makes no sense half asleep 
    • no worries isak still understands him he has much practice and he just says “that’s what you get for teasing my about our nonexistent height difference” 
    • even presses his cold toes to isak’s legs in retaliation 
  • listen though,,, height difference??? also equals hand size difference?? isak’s hands are tiny in comparison to even’s. whenever they hold hands isak’s feel so warm??? and his hands on even’s cheek??? small!!!
  • literally their height difference is like two inches but even still teases him about it because he’s like that and we all know it 

As much as I miss the old gang, the next generation really wormed its way into my heart <3



SO Holidays have rolled around, and along with wanting to be able to get my loved ones gifts this year, I also need the money to be able to afford my medications and other needs. As I can’t get a job, my commissions are the only way for me to get money! My method of payment is PAYPAL.


5$: Regular sketches, you can request a page full of tiny little sketchy doodles or a W.I.P like fully body sketch! Complex details may cost a bit extra.

10$: Clean and Smooth line-art. For just a couple dollars extra, you can request a singular color to either color the background in or the character themselves in. Adding a character costs 4$ extra.

15$: Flat colors, without shading or highlighting. Again, requesting a background will be only a couple dollars more! Adding a character costs 4$ extra.

25$+: Fully detailed, shaded, highlighted, background, the whole shabang. Depending on how detailed, it may cost more.Extra characters will cost 4$ more.


- Absolutely NO NSFW (mild lewd is okay) (Extreme gore, Pornography, ect.)

- No Mecha, No animals.

- OC’s a perfectly fine! I just need a proper reference.

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New and improved ;) I will try and keep this version updated since the pages on my blog is giving me a headache. I have not given up on them yet though but for now everything is here. 

All Smut is marked as such - angst and fluff is not marked but all the newer fics has a shitload of warnings for all I can think of. 

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Senior Initiate Kenobi

Hello There! I just wanted to thank everyone for their overwhelming response to my first little bit fun with Ahsoka and Tiny BB! Obi-Wan. (That is totally his name now and no one will convince me otherwise.) I am so, so humbled by all of the lovely comments and tags and reblogs you’ve given me and I cannot thank you all enough!

And now, we return to our previously scheduled Adventures of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan!

And if you have no idea what I’m talking about Part One is right here! And you can find Part Three here!

Was Ahsoka losing her mind?

“I’m sorry. What did you say your name was?” she sputtered in shock.

If it was possible, the boy in front of her looked even more crestfallen than before, his blue eyes darting off to the side as he hunched his shoulders defensively and bowed his head. “My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

Yes. Ahsoka decided she was losing her mind.

Or maybe this a dream? Or a Force vision? Yes! Let’s go with Force vision. But what is the Force trying to tell me?

And why did this tiny version of Master Obi-Wan look so terribly depressed?

“It’s nice to meet you, Obi-Wan,” Ahsoka finally said, returning his bow with one of her own. “Where were you headed in such a rush?”

Obi-Wan seemed startled at her kind words and looked up at her, his wide blue-grey eyes doing that squinting thing Master Obi-Wan’s did whenever Anakin was trying to pull a fast one over him. It was almost comical coming from a child half her age.

Comical and heartbreakingly familiar.

“I was on my way to saber practice with Master Drallig,” Obi-Wan sighed, apparently deciding that Ahsoka was to be trusted. “I’m afraid I shall be late now. Master Drallig will be most displeased with me.”

Saber practice? With Master Drallig? Then that meant…

This is the Temple. I’m in the Temple. On Coruscant. This is a vision of the past. Of Obi-Wan’s past.

But why was the Force showing her this?

“Why don’t I go with you and explain it to him?” Ahsoka offered, a smile on her face. “If it hadn’t been for me, I’m sure you would have been right on time, right?”

Obi-Wan bit his lip and looked off to the side, his hands clasped behind his back as he rocked on his heels. “Ah… well, to be perfectly honest, Master Ahsoka, I am already tardy for my instructions.”

“How late are you?” Ahsoka asked, incapable of believing that Obi-Wan Kenobi could be late to anything, let alone to a class on lightsaber instruction. Anakin, yes, but Obi-Wan? Never!

Obi-Wan frowned. “Class started fifteen minutes ago.”

“Fifteen minutes ago?” Ahsoka echoed, shocked. That did not sound like the Master Obi-Wan she knew. “Why are you already so late?”

And why do you still look so sad?

Pursing his lips, Obi-Wan managed to get out a pained but polite answer. “I was talking with Master Sinube and he can be a bit… loquacious. It would have been terribly rude of me to interrupt him! He is a very wise master and I… eh-hem. And now I am even more late, Master Ahsoka.”

Then Initiate Obi-Wan did the same thing that Master Obi-Wan did when it was clear he was done explaining himself: he pulled his hands from behind his back, set his chin, and nodded solemnly. When she had been younger it had been intimidating at first, then amusing and now, to see the origins of that little head nod on such a small boy, it was positively endearing.

“Well then at least let me go with you to explain my part in this whole mess,” Ahsoka smiled, a soft and affectionate laugh following her statement. “Where is the class being held?”

“In the Northern Solar Room,” Obi-Wan explained, marching forward and his head held high. “And thank you, Master Ahsoka, but you need not impugn your honor on my account. I, alone, am responsible for my actions. I chose to offend Master Drallig’s sense of punctuality and I should pay the price for it.”

Ahsoka shook her head, a feeling of warmth and affection for this tiny version of her master’s master suffusing the Force. “I think my honor can take the hit, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan looked back at her, one eyebrow arched in skepticism. He gave her a long look with those clear blue-grey eyes before he came a conclusion and shook his head. “As you wish, Master Ahsoka.”

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005 - A Totally Regular Battle Against an Enemy.
  • 005 - A Totally Regular Battle Against an Enemy.
  • Pixel-Hearted
  • EWA Official Soundtrack

I’ll probably update this song several times over the course of the game’s production, but for now, here’s the first finished version of the regular enemy battle theme! Please let me know what you guys think of this first draft, let me know what things you like and what things you think might be better changed. (Don’t worry, the song will loop in the game)

To make this song, I put my own little twist on several of my favorite themes from the show. Here are the songs I referenced: 

Sam Houston - Death Mental

NEDM Guitar Remix - Awesomezilla

The End Part 1 Credits Music (Edd’s Crappy Song) - LilDeuceDeuce and Edd Gould (just a tiny bit of this one)

Young Justice Batmom: Part 2

Prompt: Batmom in the young Justice universe

words: 393

AN: I love diving into this universe. This first part is a little short, but the next parts will be longer. Thanks to my wonderful Beta’s who are plowing through my stories! 

Part 1,

          You can’t help but stare in amazement. You’ll admit it, you’re freaking out just a tiny bit. You turn to Bruce, because you just can’t think of your husband as Batman. Even with the cowl, yhe cape, and the armor, “Okay this place is amazing. It needs some work, but it’s amazing.”

          Dick comes flipping by a moment later, “What are you talking about Mom? This place is great. There’s a ton of room, and have you seen this computer system?”

          You smile, “Yes, it is amazing. But it just needs a few homey touches, especially if people are going to be living here.”

          Dick grins, and you wish you could see his eyes, “You planning on booting me out?”

          You pull him in for a hug, noting how much he’s grown in the past few years. He’s short for his age group, but he’s not that skinny little kid anymore. It makes you just the tiniest bit sad, your little boy is growing up.

          He hugs you back, squeezing extra tight, and as always you wait for him to let go first. Then he’s cartwheeled out of the room a second later. You turn to Bruce and say, “That kid has entirely too much energy. We’ve got to cut out the sugar cereal or something.”

          Bruce’s arms surround you from behind, and his voice takes on its normal tone, “Alfred only lets him have sugar once in a blue moon.”

          Your hands cover his, “You’re right. It must be those chocolate bars you slip him when Alfred isn’t looking.”

          Bruce just chuckles before kissing your cheek, “Have I mentioned how nice you look in your mask?”

          You turn to face him, “Not yet,” You kiss him.

          “Well, you look amazing. It’s very Batmom.”

          “Well that’s what I was going for with the jeans, and the sweater, and the boots, and of course the mask.”

          He kisses you one more time, before pulling back and putting some distance between you. A moment later the loud speaker comes on and announces J’onn, Ollie, Arthur, and Barry. You greet each of them with a smile, and a hug. The leaguers had long become regular house guests at the manor.

          “Alright, where are the kids? Where’d you hide them?”

          Barry just laughs as he picks you up and spins you around with a wink. You can almost feel Bruce’s glare at the man, “They’re just behind us, J’onn is keying them in now.”

          You can’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face, “Good to know. I can’t wait to meet them.”

          “Let’s see if you’re saying that after the first week,” Ollie teases.

          You ignore the comment, “Any word from Roy?”

          The look in his eyes tells you everything, you just give him a sad smile, and say, “He’ll come around eventually. It’s just growing pains right now. He needs a little independence. It happens with all teenagers.”

          Ollie just nods as the computer announces the arrival of the kids. You bring two fingers to your mouth and let out a shrill whistle, and a moment later Dick comes running in. He skids to a halt right in front of the Zeta tube.

          You smile as you watch him interact with the team. He’s never been all that great at making friends with the kids at his school. They simply come from two different worlds, so it’s nice to see him joking around with kids his own age.

          When Superboy and M’gann come into the room, you quietly slip out of the room as Bruce begins the informational session. You begged him to not be too harsh. You make yourself at home in the kitchen. You’d ordered a ton of materials and cooking utensils. You do your best to start organizing things.

          You keep yourself busy until the gaggle of kids comes in. You laugh to yourself as Wally and Dick fight for M’gann’s attention. They don’t seem to notice you until you purposefully drop a pan. The kids all jump as they turn to face you, and you just smile. “So what’re you kids up to?”

          Wally’s eyes brighten as they land on you “Aunt …” He stops just short of saying your name and turns to Dick for help.

          Dick just grins, “Guys, this is my mom. Codename Batmom.”

          As you expected, Wally bursts into laughter “Please tell me the big bad bat thought of that.”

          One hand goes to your hip, as you do your best to harden your expression “No, Wallace West, I did. You know how the big bad bat feels about secret identities.”

          He sobers up at that statement “Sorry Aunt Batmom, please don’t take away the sugar cookies.”

          “Sugar Cookies?” Kaldur asks

          Dick cuts in before Wally can “Mom loves to bake. She can’t cook to save her life, but she sure can bake.”

          “Her sugar cookies are the best.” Wally add

          Dick just shrugs “I like her double chocolate chip chunk cookies the best. But she has tons of different recipes and she’s always trying new recipes. And if you do your homework, and keep your grades up, she’ll let you lick the bowl.”

          You ruffle Dick’s hair. “Speaking of which don’t you have an Algebra test on Friday.”

          “I got it covered mom.”

          “I know. So, what are you kids up to?”

          “I was going to show everyone the bio ship.”

          You face J’onn’s niece. “You must be M’gann. It’s so nice to meet you.”

          “Nice to meet you too.”

          Then you turn to Kaldur, “You must be Kaldur. Robin’s told me a lot about you. And you must be Superboy.”

          Kaldur greets you with the same reserved emotion his mentor had, and Superboy just nods. You can’t help but smile as they walk away, chatting, and laughing.

          About an hour later, a hand slides across your hip. Smiling you turn to face Bruce. “You’re not wearing your cowl; doesn’t that go against the batcode? Do I have to write you a citation?”

          He smiles “All of the cameras have been turned off.”

          Your arms slip around his neck, as his wrap around your waist, and you kiss him “Well as long as we’re protected.” The kiss is interrupted a moment later by a loud alarm, and then Bruce is pulling away, and pulling his cowl back over his head, before he breaks into a sprint. You’re rushing after him not even a second later.

          The two of you stop in the main cavern, where a screen shows all of the kids versus a robotic suit. “Bruce, what’s going on?”

          “They took the ship out, and Red Tornado picked up a tripped alarm and sent the team after it. They’re not faring too well. I’ll …”

          You place a hand on his arm, stopping him mid-sentence “How much danger are they in?”

          Bruce hesitates for a moment before saying, “The danger level is low, and Tornado is nearby.”

          You smile and say, “And they’ll have more dangerous missions than this one I’m guessing?” After a second he nods, “Then give them a chance, Bruce. You said it yourself, they have to learn to work as a team.”

          Bruce relaxes into your touch, before saying, “I’m not there if something goes wrong.”

          You go up on your toes to kiss his cheek, “You can’t always be there when something goes wrong. It’s better to let them get their feet wet when the situation isn’t dire.”

          There’s a moment of silence before Bruce asks, “How in the world are you staying so calm right now? Whenever Dick comes home with a scratch you threaten to make me sleep on the couch.”

          You cuddle into his embrace, “I just realized that Dick is growing up. He’s not eight anymore. I have to let him grow up, and in the meantime I will put all my fear and worry into my baking. Any special requests?”

          Bruce just smiles, “Peanut butter, please.”

          You kiss him one more time, “You got it Batman. I’ll even save a beater for you to lick later.”

          He just smiles and says, “Sounds good, I’ll let you know when everything is done.”

          You thank him and make your way back to the kitchen. You start in on three different batches of cookies. You’ve just put them into the oven when Bruce lets you know that all the kids are okay, and that he’s heading back to Gotham for the night. You send him on his way with a peanut butter cookie beater.

          The kids storm the kitchen just as you’re pulling the cookies out of the oven. You set the cookies down on the table and listen as they chat about the mission. After they’ve cleared out the cookies, you set down the batter covered bowls. It’s as you’re rinsing the bowls and putting them in the dishwasher that M’gann approaches you, “Those cookies were amazing.”

          You can’t help but smile, “Thank you. I’m glad you liked them,” There’s a moment of silence, before you ask, “Would you like me to show you how to make them?”

          When her eyes light up you know that you’ve made the right choice in offering, “Really? That would be amazing! Are you sure you have the time?”

          When she starts to float, you know that even if you didn’t have the time, you would have made the time, “I have more than enough time. How’s Wednesday sound?”

          “That sounds perfect! Anytime is fine too! I have nothing going on.”

          “It’ll have to be around four, is that okay?”

          Her squeal of excitement lets you know that it’s perfect, and you leave the room when you’re done, allowing the kids their privacy. You wait for Dick in the lounge area. When he comes through, by himself, you smile, “All done for the day?”

          He just smiles and sits down next to you, “Yeah, we’re done for the day. Thanks for the cookies by the way.”

          You wrap an arm around his shoulders and give a squeeze, “I was happy to do it.”

          “M’gann is really excited about the whole baking thing too.”

          You laugh, “Yeah, I could tell,” There’s a moment of silence before you say, “I also noticed how your cheeks got just this hint of red whenever she talked to you.”


          You just laugh and say, “Come on Boy Wonder, let’s go home. Agent A will have dinner on the table soon, and then there’s patrol tonight.”

          Dick bounces off the seat and begins running towards the zeta tube, “Well then, let’s go. It’s Tuesday, that means a steak.”

          You just follow behind, a smile on your face.


This will be our year (took a long time to come)


A/N: A tiny little new years well-wishing from me to all of you, as you were definitely good parts of my 2016


Some canonish New Years fluff



She has absolutely no idea where she is.

Well, at least she is fairly certain that she’s still in Storybrooke, with a winter chill prickling at her ears and her nose. Emma thinks she lost her sense of direction about five minutes after they left the festive hubbub of the main street; all familiar sounds faded save for the scuff of Killian’s shoes and the tread of hers after his. And up she’d stumbled a few minutes after that, through a creaky sounding door, up a creakier set of stairs, round one corner, round a few more —

With Killian’s hand tugging firmly on hers —

And an old scarf of his tied to shield her eyes.

“Seriously, is this necessary?” Emma’s voice is much louder than she was expecting, carrying far and wide, bouncing off the walls of what sounds like a cluttered warehouse and wondering if she should be worried about trespassing.

Her nose is cold, but her fingers are colder and she can picture the exact chair she left her gloves on at Granny’s when an eager Killian, grinning from one pointy ear to the other, had pulled her up, and out, and away. And though she gripes, though she still keeps tripping over things after he’s warned her to beware of her step, it doesn’t even occur to her to cheat his charade, to peek through the blindfold. She doesn’t scratch at her nose, doesn’t attempt to fiddle with the cloth to make a peephole.

But she does decide, as they barge through another door, a blast of cold air hitting her face, that she needs two hands to hold onto his one. If only to feel the warmth of him against her tingling fingers.

(If only, and very simply, to hold his hand.)

“It’s a surprise, love.”

“Not really all that fond of surprises.”

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