“'She looks just like your wife,’ Magnus
said, offhandedly. His gaze tore back to Alec when he heard the other man choke
on the coffee he was drinking. ‘Oh, I’m sorry, are you two not married.’ 'Uh,
no,’ Alec said after recovering from his coughing fit. 'Izzy is my sister.'”
Aka, the “I fell in love with the
pregnant girl across the hall’s brother” AU.
Magnus Bane’s the head of his own
company. Alec Lightwood is in his last year of law school. They’ve never met
but have one thing in common: neither does relationships. Just one night
stands. That is until they find themselves matched on a hookup app and suddenly
one night is not enough.
Also known as the one where Magnus and
Alec meet and think they can have no strings attached sex and not develop
Despite what his sister
thinks about his non-existent love life, Alec is not in danger of an oncoming
descent into recluse crazy cat owner. For one; Church would eat his competitors
for Alec’s undivided attention and two; Alec’s a little hung up over Magnus
When Magnus gets to Nashville, Indiana
to handle his late mother’s will, he doesn’t expect to be forced to stay there
for six months. Six months away from New York and lost in the wildness of the
It quickly appears that he is going to
go through six months of living hell.
The fact that he hates the local
veterinarian on sight isn’t helping.
Alec had a problem. One
that was wrapped up in exquisite clothing and dusted in glitter. Alec was
quickly realising that being around Magnus was terrible for his composure.
Ignoring the fact that he could barely string a sentence together without
tripping over his words, he’d discovered a new distraction: magic.
After closing a
particularly spectacular legal case Magnus sends Ragnor a celebratory text only
to find himself the victim of autocorrect and having to explain to a very
handsome angel (Alec) that he isn’t God, no matter how much he wishes he was
Magnus wore cardigans
and baggy slacks. He owned two cats, and he lived in a home more suitable for
an elderly mundane woman for a reason. He was to remain boring and unsuitable
for most associations with people. He did not like attention, no matter how
positive it might be. He was to seem eccentric and weird. Living a life focused
on magic that was supposed to not exist.
Magnus Bane is a famous
stripper, used to pretty boys falling in love with him after one dance. The
feeling is hardly ever mutual. But when he meets the freshly turned twenty-one
year old Alec lightwood, he can’t take his eyes off him, and they find themselves
in love quicker than they expected.
Alec Lightwood is in
love with his best friend and colleague Jace.
Jace is straight and at the moment he’s dating
this Clary girl. Alec is certain it won’t last, as all his friend’s previous
Then there’s Magnus Bane, another co-worker and
a man who sure knows how to make Alec feel embarrassed.
Something’s going on between Alec and Magnus.
Something’s going on between Jace and Clary
Magnus is an interior
designer who is dreading going to his yearly Christmas party and Alec a waiter
who has dealt with more than enough Christmas cheer to last a lifetime. But
when the two set eyes on the other across a crowded restaurant are they going
to be destined for more when the festive season is over?
Alec has enough on his plate right now.
His parents are furious at him, Magnus Bane is making him feel things he’s
trying so hard not to feel, his wedding is coming up, and his world is breaking
apart.What he doesn’t need is a fussy mundane
version on himself showing up in the Institute basement. What he doesn’t need
is Magnus telling him that they’ll just have to wait for Seelie Magic to suck
that version of himself back to his own dimension.But since when does Alec get what he
Alternate Dimension Alec gets trapped in the Shadowhunter reality at some point
after the “I know you feel what I feel” scene. The gang desperately
tries to stop chaos from ensuing.
“How did you manage to never run
into him? He’s always helping with stuff and he’s even been at the institute
about three weeks ago to strengthen the wards against further attacks from
Valentine,” she replied and looked at her brother incredulously. Alexander
scrunched up his nose and shrugged.
“Well, maybe I have better things
to do than waiting around to watch some overrated warlock do magic
tricks,” he commented a little defensively but it was the truth. He always
had something to do and even when they were not out demon hunting, he had
either paperwork to do or train.
“Pardon me, but I’m not just some overrated warlock. I’m the High Warlock of Brooklyn and
that title is well deserved, if I may say so. And I’m appalled that you refer
to my magic as petty tricks. You Nephilim always act to high and
mighty, yet you’re constantly in need of some tricks from overrated warlocks to help you out of some unnecessary
dilemma,” a foreign voice interjected and Alec whirled around, fingers
instinctively curling around his bow to be ready to attack if need be. The
owner of the voice was not what Alexander had expected, to be honest.
With the war finally
over, Magnus had time to be alone and his mind decided to bring up all the
things and people he had lost in the war at once. At his own loft, with his two
beloved cats sleeping soundly, Magnus broke down……
“Keep your hands to yourself,” Alec
tells Magnus apropos of nothing.
Magnus frowns. “I’m on the other side of
the table!” he protests… not that he wasn’t thinking about some light groping
per say, but they’re in public, Alec might not be into it and, while he’s good
at concealing it, Magnus does have manners. Sometimes.
“So here we are.” Magnus said,
taking a step closer to Alec.
Alec gulped and took a deep breath in
through his nose. “Yeah, here we are.” He squeezed his fingers
nervously in his fists as he caught Magnus glancing towards his lips. “I-I
suppose you want me to kiss you?” He stuttered, voice faltering.
And he didn’t think it would be mended
anytime soon. He certainly didn’t think he’d be ready to let anybody in. Until
a beautiful boy walks into his shop, and steals his breath with shy glances,
kind words, and a fantastic coffee machine.
Maybe this Christmas will be better.
Or: In which Camille is awful, Ragnor
and Raphael are an old married couple, and Magnus can’t help but be enamoured
by Alec Lightwood.
Alec Lightwood is a happily settled down
man in a loving, caring relationship. But things weren’t always that way… and
once upon a time, Alec used his Valentine’s Day to celebrate the spirit of the
night as much as possible.
aka. world inverted legendary lothario
They are on opposite
edges of the same ideal. Alec so young, and Magnus so much older. Alec a
blessed acolyte of the Angel, Raziel. Magnus the abandoned son of the Greater
Demon, Asmodeus. Magnus with so much more unimportant and irrelevant
experience, and Alec with none. They could not be more different if they tried,
and yet, they are also the same. A matched set of uncertainty and inability to
accept that someone might want them for exactly who they are.
So.” Alec flops back onto the bed,
sprawled in a lazy heap on his back, sated and boneless. Magnus is already
lying on his belly, basking in the afterglow, and he surreptitiously steals
closer, burrowing against Alec’s side. “Best sex of my life.”
Magnus hums, resting his head on his
arms, revelling in the thrill those words send through him.
“Or, well,” Alec hazardously waves an
arm around, “easily in the top three.”
Magnus giggles. He has no idea where
that came from. It’s uncharacteristic for him. Magnus Bane, High Warlock of
Brooklyn is usually much too dignified to giggle. But then Alec turns his head
and grins at Magnus, lopsided and loopy but brilliant, oh so brilliant, warming
Magnus from the inside out and maybe this is exactly the kind of situation which
calls for a giggle, so Magnus will allow it. Just this once.
Magnus holds out his
hand, a silver chain running around his middle finger and wrist, and Alec
doesn’t have the time to process it – to think, doesn’t have the time to
realise what’s going to happen because he has to take it and he does,
electricity dancing through their fingers and down his back and he tries not to
think about it, holds out his own hand for Jace and feels unbalanced; he knows
Jace’s touch, remembers it from roughing each other up when they were kids even
though he tried to forget it, to turn it into a ghost when he understood, but
Magnus’ is new and smooth and unassuming and he feels uncomfortable, doesn’t
know what to do with it.
there he was. Midnight, at a party. Preparing himself to do something with a
guy. To spend one night getting all of this- this unspeakable desire out of his
system. He needed to forget it before he made a mistake and ruined his career,
his chances of becoming Head of the New York Institute.
(Alec’s panic attacks were getting worse
and worse and maybe if he spent one night with a guy he could get it out of his
system, and he could forget being gay and loving Jace. But nothing went that
smoothly, so of course Alec’s one night stand had to be Magnus Bane, and they
had to keep bumping into each other. It wasn’t like Alec wanted to understand
his emotions, anyway.)
Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: 3923
Warnings: language, talk about injuries, sarcasm (sometimes jokes are okay)
A/N: Thank you all for the amazing feedback and support on the last chapter. I’m completely blown away and ecstatic that you like the story. I hope you like this next part, it’s a little drawn out but I had some angst I needed to get out. Feedback is always appreciated. Thank you again for your patience between updates.
Natasha didn’t actually want you to answer that question. She was ranting and raving, throwing her
hands in the air, pointing a polished, accusatory finger in your
direction. She switched from English to
Russian so quickly that it seemed as is if she were a one-woman show playing
all the parts. You couldn’t get a word
in edgewise though. Every time you
opened your mouth to reply she merely answered herself or spoke right over you
with a barrage of “what were you thinkings” “you could have dieds” “I’ve never
seen anything do stupid in my entire lifes” “what the hell is wrong with yous”
and what you suspected were several rude and explicit Russian insults.
Request from Anon: Jealous Lucifer x reader please! Maybe where reader helps another Angel groom their wings and doesn’t understand how intimate it is or why Lucifer is so jealous.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst
A/N: omg I’ve never wrote Lucifer before, I hope you like this, I was very nervous to write it lol. also i prefer mark pellegrino as lucifer better so i’m gonna use him for the gifs
Being in a relationship was hard.
Being a human in a relationship with an angel, let alone Lucifer himself, was even harder.
When you and Lucifer had met, you knew who he was, what he was. You’d been helping Sam and Dean hunt him down for god’s sake. You hated him to his gut, and wanted him back into the cage. That certainly didn’t change when you had first met.
He had taken you captive to hold you as bait for Sam and Dean, as you were their cousin and he knew that they would do anything for you. He kept you locked away in a room and only visited a few times a day when he would be giving you food. Those few times a day turned into several times a day, and the two of you started having meaningful conversations. You realized that he wasn’t as bad as everyone made him out to be- he just wanted to be loved by his dad, and he was honestly just hurt by the situation.
Lucifer eventually let you out of captivity, but you didn’t want to leave. You chose to stay there with him, much to Sam and Dean’s liking. But you couldn’t leave Lucifer. You felt like you had a connection with him, like you understood each other unlike anybody else.
Lucifer felt the same about you. When he had first taken you, he didn’t see you as anything but a piece of meat. You were beautiful, but you were nothing. Just a way to get Sam and Dean crawling into his lair so he could kill them, and then you. But once he started talking to you, he grew a liking towards you. He started to feel like he could trust you, which was something huge with him. He didn’t trust anybody. Eventually, when he realized that maybe his hiding place was too far out of reach for the boys, he decided he was going to let you go. He was genuinely sad once he realized that this woman that he had grown to like was leaving him, but that was immediately gone once you told him that you were staying.
It must be really awkward when a ghost possessing a dead human suddenly hears "JOHN!?! I thought you were died my love."
There’s definitely a ghost from before the war who, upon possessing the body of a dead human, was immediately met by that human’s mournful lover, who immediately mistook the situation. The ghost felt such embarrassment and guilt at the situation that they became fully corporeal and bonded to that body. As a result they decided it was best to pretend to be that person’s dead lover come back to life… albeit with amnesia. Over time the zombie grew to genuinely love the human, who was so devoted to helping them “remember” and supporting them.
Then the monster war happened. Humans became more vigilant at finding monsters hiding among them. The zombie was found by a wandering monster hunter. The hunter pulled the zombie from their home, dragging them by the hair out to the village square.
The zombie’s lover cried out “What are you doing!? Don’t hurt them!!”
The hunter replied, “All of you have been deceived. This is a wicked monster masquerading as a human.”
“Impossible. I’ve known them since childhood!”
“Really? Tell me, have they ever appeared dead only to miraculously recover? Did they act differently afterwards? Perhaps develop sudden amnesia?”
Soon the hunter made it clear to all that this zombie was not human. Everyone in the village knew. The zombie despaired. Surely now was the end for them. And worse, all these people who they’d genuinely grown to love would now hate them.
But that’s not what happened. Instead, the zombie’s lover, and the rest of the village, all defended the zombie. You see they’d all figured out the zombie’s secret long ago. And much like the zombie, they’d grown to love them despite it all.
Nobody knows what eventually became of that village. It simply drops off the map and out of history after that. Some say the village was razed to the ground by humans during the war. Others say that it was simply relocated, and that somewhere out there, there is a village of kindly necromancers living apart from human society.
“What was it like,” he asks, “when you watched me die?”
“Hmm?” Emma responds, blinking her eyes open. She was nearly asleep.
The celebrations at Granny’s ended hours ago. They’re in bed now, freshly showered, under the sheets. The window is open and an early spring breeze is coming in. Just days ago it was snowing, but in the last few hours the warmth of spring seems to have settled in Storybrook. Magic probably has something to do with it, but Emma is too exhausted to be bothered by it. In fact, she’s just quite tired in general. Fighting a final battle will do that to a girl.
“What was it like when you watched me die?” Killian asks again.
Clint x Reader where she and Clint go on vacation and Clint gets lost and she flips out.
A/N: i feel like the avengers should not be let out of the base without supervision bc this is the 3rd (?) chat where one of them gets lost and i love it.
Clint has created a chatroom.
Clint has added Natasha, Bruce, Tony, Steve, Thor.
Clint: Guess who’s lost?
Clint: Lost again.
Clint: Clint is lost.
Clint: PLEASE DON’T TELL MY GIRLFRIEND.
Thor: I’M TELLING LADY Y/N
Clint: Oh c'mon! What have I ever done to you?!
Natasha: Thor, I don’t think it’s wise you piss me off any further.
Clint: Ohhhh snap, you made Tasha angry!
Thor: I do not fear for the Black Widow.
Bruce: Stop lying.
Thor: Fine, my
apologies. I shan’t inform lady Y/N that her boyfriend lacks direction.
There is no need for Lady Natasha to become angry… I doth not
Natasha: If Y/N
finds out, she’s going to freak out, and then Tony will start freaking
out, and then Steve will start freaking out because Tony’s freaking out
over Y/N freaking out, and then Thor will start freaking out because his
tiny humans are freaking out, and then Bruce will start to freak out
and then I will start freaking out because Bruce is freaking out over
Thor freaking out and Thor is freaking out because his humans are
freaking out and Steve is freaking out over Tony freaking out for Y/N
and Clint will leave the chat and disappear, becoming a hermit because
that’s better than being the cause for his girlfriend freaking out and
the team losing their minds. Now do you get why, Thor?
Summary: you are Batgirl and Jason kidnaps you because it’s part of his revenge, but you and Jason used to be a couple before he was kidnapped by Joker. Jason is angry, but beneath all the rage he still loves you passionately.
Warnings: smut! + smut is usually not what I write but I hope you like it anyway
A/N: It’s some while ago since I’ve read Arkham Knight Genesis and I haven’t played the game yet because I’m poor, so please excuse if there are inaccuracies.
Your head was spinning and throbbing as you regained your consciousness. The memory of what happened floated back in and you tore your eyes open, awaiting the worst.
You were laying on the ground with no restraints on your wrists for your own surprise, but as you looked around and saw him, a slight wash of panic broke free, making your heart run.
The Arkham Knight was leaning relaxed against a wall, looking at you with crossed arms. “Good morning.” His static voice made you flinch.
You sat up straight and fixed your face. He couldn’t see you were intimidated. “How did you know?” Your voice is frosty, bulletproof, letting no emotions show. You were asking how he knew you were Batgirl. How he figured your identity out, because you made sure it was impossible.
You and Batman made sure.
“I know more about you than you think.”
“Then you know that I won’t allow you to kill me. Isn’t that what you want? To make Batman suffer?” It was obvious and didn’t need the world’s greatest detective to figure out that he was driven by unspeakable rage, that this was personal.
He straightened up. “I couldn’t kill you.”
You nodded. He could try, but you wouldn’t go out without putting on the fight of your life.
“No.” He took a step towards you.
You dug your fingertips into the floor, trying not to flinch away. Show your opponent no fear or weakness, Bruce’s voice echoed in the back of your mind.
“I couldn’t kill you, (Y/N).” The Arkham Knight repeated, but his daring voice was softer this time, holding something almost like defeated.
You rose to your feet with your brows furrowed in confusion. “Who are you?” Your heart was banging against your chest, wanting you to escape, but your mind told you to stay calm. “Why do you hate Batman so much?”
The Arkham Knight inhaled deeply and turned to the side. He pressed a button on his helmet and it lifted up, revealing his face to you.
Your feet carried you backwards until your back was pressed against the wall. Your heart stopped beating and crunched, your throat felt tight like someone had a hand wrapped around your neck and your stomach twisted, making you feel sick.
Your limbs felt numb, your eyes were wide with horrors and terrors while your lips quivered.
You couldn’t form a single syllable, but tears started to leak from your eyes, running silently down your cheeks from the simple sight of him.
“Missed me?” Jason’s voice was clear now. It sounded so hurt, so broken and sore.
You breathed in sharply and collected yourself as good as you could. You swallowed hard and suddenly your feet moved forward towards him.
Jason turned past you fully now, pulling a gun making you stop. Your eyes wide once again seeing the scarred J on his cheek.
“You and Bruce had no clue it was me, did you?” His gaze was tired and broke, like everything about him. His eyes that once were full of wit and life now seemed dull and dark.
“We thought you died. I thought you died.” You whispered with tears welling.
“But did you mourn? You were glad to finally get rid of me. How long did it take til he replaced me, huh. Till you replaced me?!” He growled through gritted teeth.
You narrowed your eyes what made even more tears stream. “That’s what you think?” Your voice broke. “You’re blinded by rage, Jason. We all mourned. We all broke!”
“You broke?” He lowered the gun and stepped forward. “You broke?! I was tortured day and night in that abandoned wing of Arkham Asylum! LOOK AT ME!”
You clenched your jaw and looked him dead in the eyes.
“Every second of the day I hoped, no, I was sure Bruce and you would save me and then he showed me that picture… you just replaced me–” Jason’s voice shook. “He was beating me up with a crowbar for hours and you just lived on… you just left me to die.”
“No.” You shook your head. “That’s not how it was.” You tried again to reach him, but the gun was pointed between your eyes once more. “If you know so much then you know this is a lie. That Joker wants you to think exactly that. I love you, Jason! I still do! I always have! I–”
“Don’t say that!” He said and something threatening was gleaming in the tone. “Don’t you dare!”
“I WAS TRYING TO FIND YOU!”
He unlocked his gun.
“I DIDN’T STOP TO SEARCH FOR YOU, JASON. Day and night. Day after day after day. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat, hell, neither did Bruce!” You started to walk past him. He wouldn’t pull the trigger. He was still Jason underneath this all, underneath all pain Joker made him suffer.
“Then he sent that… that video.” You grabbed the gun and he let go of it without a fight. “I shouldn’t have believed it. You are right. I should have saved you. You are right. But I didn’t. Bruce didn’t. But you– this all here, your rage, your bloodlust… that’s not you, Jason. You need to stop!”
He grabbed you and pushed you against the wall. His breath hit your face. “What makes you think that, huh? You’ve seen what I have done out there already, just wait–”
You take a hold of his face; gentle but firm enough so he couldn’t back away and your lips found his in a kiss full of pain and sorrow.
He fought it at first, flinching away from someone’s touch, but Jason had never forgotten the feeling of his lips against yours, how they locked into each other, dancing perfectly with one another and it was like balm for his soul.
He kissed you harder, all his anger crushed between your and his lips as his head started to spin and get hazy, longing for more, for you.
He grabbed your hips firmly, pressing you further into the wall and you inhaled a sharp breath, breaking the kiss for only a second before the passionate war raged on for a second time.
Your tongue traced his rough lip, being greeted by his own for their own little performance.
He hummed against your mouth and the vibrations travelled right to your core, spreading warmth and excitement through your entire body.
You broke apart and kissed along his jaw.
Jason smelled like summer rain and guns.
Your teeth sunk into the skin where his jaw met his neck. You remembered his body like he was never gone.
His breaths were shaking and his still gloved hands tangled in your hair as you licked over the spot to ease the attack.
His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tugged onto your hair to guide your head away from his neck.
You opened your eyes, looking in blue ones that were clouded with lust, rage and undeniably love.
“I love you.” You repeated beneath a whisper and that was all Jason needed.
He picked you up so effortlessly. You sucked and caressed the sensitive skin of his neck like it was honey. His breathing was heavily and loud.
Your fingertips were crawling on his amour, desperately needing it to be gone as he carried you into another room.
He let you down and finally started to remove the suit. You pulled your shirt of your body and he ripped your bra apart with ease.
You closed your eyes and arched into his harsh hands as he cupped your breasts. He missed the smooth feeling of them laying in his palms.
Your eyes had meanwhile gazed over his bare chest and sadness shot into them, because they couldn’t handle what they saw. Countless scars. Everyone held different terrors.
Jason noticed your switch in moods, and he didn’t want your pity, he wanted your raw, passionate feelings, your unconditional love. He pinched your nipples roughly earning a yelp out of your mouth.
He lowered himself and sucked hickies on your flesh, licking and biting your breasts.
You shoved at his chest and he dropped onto the bed, gaping at you as you crawled onto him, ready to devour him entirely.
“I love you.” You whispered once again. Your hot breath targeted on his neck what made him shiver and grab your thighs. He rubbed circular patterns that made you sigh with satisfaction.
You kissed down his neck, sucked on his collarbone and licked the useless buds on his chest before you crawled farther down, making sure to leave soothing kisses on his scars.
Jason was biting his lips, rolling his head back. Groans and razor breaths escaped from deep within him. He fisted the bed sheets tightly as you reached the waistline of his briefs and Jason thought he would lose it right there as you looked up from beneath your long lashes, locking your gaze with his.
You pulled the fabric away, revealing his thick shaft. A hiss echoed through the room as you lick up the length of his cock, kissing the tip before sucking just so slightly.
Jason was switching from trying to keep his eyes open and squeezing them shut as waves of pleasures rushed through his body.
You removed the rest of clothing remaining on your body and straddled him.
You were caged in a beautiful hazy bubble, the world outside of it was like a distant memory.
Your finger intertwined tightly which each others, lacing together, stronger than handcuffs.
“Jay…” You breathed out as you moved your hips, pushing his hard cock inside of you as your dripping walls welcomed him gladly and both of your moans aligned in a symphony, speaking to each other.
You found a steady pace, but Jason needed to be closer to you. This wasn’t enough.
He flipped you on your back and attacked your neck with kisses as he pounded into you at a slow but deep rhythm.
Your finger run through his dark roots, tugging just so slightly as his name rolled over your lips over and over again alongside curses.
“I love you, too.” He pressed his forehead to yours. He wasn’t able to control his voice any longer and more and more moans broke free that drove you crazy.
You arched your back as his thrusts became more violent and chaotic. “Jason!” Your shaking fingers dug into his arms. Your body was lifted into another sphere.
“Look at me.” He whispered followed by hissing. “Look at me, (Y/N)!” At this point you were willing to do everything he wanted you to do. He was in control.
It felt like he took all of it, all you had over your body and you had no clue how you managed to open your eyes, but you did.
“I love you, too.” He showed himself completely vulnerable to you, completely broken as he came undone and the sweet sounds he made, your name and ohs and fucks and his eyes staring back at yours, rolling in the back of his head was all it needed to sent you over the edge as well, following closely after him, dissolving before crashing back together at full speed. Pure ecstasy.
He buried his face into the crook of your neck. You felt him catch his breath as you nuzzled against his head.
Genre: Light angst, fluff if you squint, mostly a filler Words: 2,250 Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: Injuries, mentions of an aggressive stalker Summary: Soulmate AU in which one’s heartbeat becomes perfectly in sync with their soulmate’s once they meet.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
The words were out of his lips the moment the door had shut behind Peter. They were sharp, and his tongue stressed the curse word, caressing it in a way that drew your attention to his anger. It was obvious in his tone, in the tension of his jaw…
But his eyes told a whole different story. The blue in them, normally sparkling like seawater inspiring you to dive in, looked so dull. They had a panicked look to them now, but they also looked emotionally exhausted, as if behind his eyes, deep down in the core of his being, he didn’t have much left to give. He looked so tired, and the dark circles under his eyes proved him to be.
His shoulders were slumped forward, and he looked as if he were about to fall at any second. But as your eyes traveled toward his hands, you felt guilty, because they were trembling by his sides.
You knew he must have seen you notice because in the next second, his hands were balled into fists to stop the shaking and he was looking away from you.
request: Omg I just read your jughead imagine and it haves me thinking, can you do a one shot thing of Jason Blossom not really being dead and sneaks into the reader’s bedroom in the middle of the night or something too explain to her why he faked his death (you can make up the reason because I’m not that clever) but yeah it’s just really sad and full of fluff idk I’m weird.
requested by: anonymous
A/N: For the sake of this imagine, Polly was a one time thing for Jason and that’s why Polly was so upset, because she wanted more. Also, shoutout to @yourstrulysquid for finding this gif for me. You are a lifesaver!! This imagine went in a totally crazy direction, that could lead to a part two?!? maybe? also it’s more sad than fluffy, BUT if people do want a second part, best believe it will be fluffy as hell. love ya, xx aubree
A.N. Here’s my first headcanon! Sorry, I haven’t been posting much but I got a laptop for Christmas so I’m going to be posting more often! Anyways, Enjoy!
At first, Draco will simply ask you if you’re feeling alright
Hint word: at first
No Draco me and my pale ass coughing face are fine
You don’t want him to be worried so you tell him you just have a little headache
Draco doesn’t look convinced but keeps a close eye on you
You continue your day going class to class
You only do that because O.W.L.S is around the corner and you don’t want to miss out on any important last minute information
When you’re walking hand in hand with Draco to lunch you black out
Draco Protective Mode: Activated
He catches you right before you hit the ground
He panics a little
But pulls himself together for his princess
Carries you to the hospital wing
Beats himself up a bit because he should have brought you here when he noticed something was wrong
He keeps asking Madam Pomfrey if you’re going to be okay
“Yes, Mr.Malfoy she will be okay. She was just dehydrated she will be released tomorrow.”
He knows you’re dehydrated because of the amount of studying you do
When you wake up Draco is at your side
“Y/N are you okay? Do you know how much you worried me? I thought you DIED for a second. Why haven’t you been drinking water? Do you realize that your health is MORE important than what you get on your O.W.L.S?”
You tear up slightly because I mean look at this beautiful Slytherin of a man caring about you.
Draco panics again
“Y/N I didn’t mean to yell at you I was just worried! Please don’t cry, love.”
He kisses you hard
Let’s just say after you got released you had a clingy study partner
A solid kick took out the rotting boards that stood in the way of one Takashi Shirogane. The broken pieces clattered to the dust covered tiles underfoot. Shiro’s steel eyes scanned the inside warily. Once confirmed that the inside was void of the living dead, he stepped inside and began searching through the convenience store’s shelves for supplies. Most of what was left were either expired or already taken. A frown touched his lips as he kept up his search. He moved from shelf to shelf. Finally, he came across a sealed box of batteries in a back storage room. Slipping a pocket knife from his back pocket, he opened up the cardboard box.
“(Y/N) … Sunshine, like Clay, your name does not belong to this list, because unlike anything that happened to me, you were the only reason, the only reason I was still smiling. You were my true friend, and you were the only one who did not turn away from me, because you were my ray of hope, and I owe everything to you, know that you were the last person I thought before I died … ”
You listened attentionaly to your tape, the tape that Hannah Baker, your best friend, left for you after she killed herself. You were one of the reasons why she did what she did, but you never did anything wrong to her, you would never hurt your best friend, your sister.
“You’re on this tape, not because you did something wrong, but because I thought you’d walk away. When you started dating Zach, I thought you’d leave my life like everyone else, I thought I’d be alone, after all, You love him more than anything…but I was mistaken, you would never do this to me…I was just too stupid to thought of it. I saw your silly smile every time you talked about him, and for the first time, I felt jealous, thinking that he would get me out of you, the only thing that still made me get out of my bed every day. And so many times that you asked me if I was ok, even though you already knew the answer, you were still on my side…and what I did to you was unfair, but you could not save me when I was right about my decision…and I would not go back…”
Tears were already flowing through your eyes without even noticing, listening to Hannah talking to you about everything she did not say to you when she was alive, you were broken apart. Your friend. Your only friend, and you can not save her.
- (Y/N), babe. I was calling to telling you- (Y/N)? Babe? It’s everything alright? What happened?
Zach asked as he entered the room, seeing you crying. You had completely forgotten that he was going to come to your house for you to go to another party in the house of whoever it was this time, and you did not hear his calls or his steps on the stairs, you were devastated, crying, and got into a mood that you only get when listening to those tapes.
Zach quickly caught up with you and embraced your frail and devastated form in bed, repeatedly asking what had happened, even though he had idea what it was.
- (Y/N)…Babe, calm down, talk to me, breathe…talk to me…
Zach waited long enough for you to calm down and stop crying. Your eyes were swollen when you finally stopped crying and looked at Zach, your boyfriend…
“(Y/N), my Sunshine…I know what I said on Zach’s tape, about what he did and what I think about him…but (Y/N), he’ll never, ever, disappoint you…”
-I heard my tape, Zach. I was on my tape…
“…He’ll never let you down like I did, he’ll be there for you when I could not be there, to comfort you, and hold you…”
-Zach…I found her…
-The day she … I decided to stop by her house, I felt something was not right …
“…after all, he’s a gentle person, and I know he’ll do everything for you, and he’ll love you too much…”
-… I spent a little bit earlier in her house before I met you at Monet’s that day, when I arrived, the front door was not locked, so i come in, and I was calling her. Then I heard water spilling upstairs, still calling for her, but she did not respond. Upstairs, I saw that there was water coming out of the bathroom, that’s when I really felt something was wrong, when I opened the door…
Silent tears fell down your face again, and Zach still held you, listening intently.
- … she was in the bathtub, her wrists cut, and the tub full of blood, I tried to keep her awake, alive, I called 911, and I tried to keep her eyes open so she could hear me, her parents came soon after, seeing all that, but it was late, she was already gone…and I could not do anything Zach! If I had arrived earlier…
-Hey, hey, listen to me, listen to me…babe, it was not you, you could not do anything about what she had decided. It was not your fault, okay? It was mine, it was Justin’s, it was Alex’s, Jessica’s…all of us, we all messed with her, I messed up with her, but I’m not going to mess with you. I will not let you down, ever, never, and you can talk to me about everything. It was not you…it was not your fault.
“And he will never make a mistake with you, he will love you with all his strength and support you in whatever decision you make, and I hope you have a future together, and I will always be with you, always love you, wherever place you are, I love you.”
You and Zach didn’t go to the party, he prefer, just because of you, not to go, he prefered to be with you, and hold you while you calm yourself, being with him, in his presence, with him calming you and saying sweet words to encourage you to go through everything that you were passing since Hannah’s death. And she was right about him, he was kind, and gentle, and he would always be there for you. No matter what.
Summary: You are Bruce’s biological daughter, but you only know that since a few weeks.
You used to live on the streets and Jason and your path is linked closely (I know that timeline wise this might not fit, but whatever okay?)
Warnings: kinda fluff af, long
You were still not used to waking up in a smooth bed, underneath silky sheets in clean clothes.
You were not used to your bare feet on cold marble floor or fancy carpet.
But you were certainly not used to a butler, a father and his seemingly million adopted kids.
Your mother had a one night stand with non other than Bruce Wayne out of which you evolved.
Your mother never told you and she in general should never have been a mom in the first place.
Most of your teenage years you were living on the streets, but one night, a few weeks ago Bruce stood in front of you. He informed you about your mothers death, that she sent him a letter with a DNA test in her last days and that he was searching for you ever since.
You wanted to read the letter, but Bruce didn’t allow it.
“Good morning, Miss (Y/N). Have you slept well?” Alfred asked genuinely interested and sweet like every morning. For some reason you always managed to be the first to find the way out of bed, despite your insomnia.
“I have. Have you?” You flashed him a quick smile and reached for a towel, helping him with dishes.
Alfred nodded and took the towel from you replacing it with a cup of coffee. “Jason stayed over. I think you have not met yet.”
You flinch at the name. “Another one?”
You didn’t want to feel this bitterness, but you just couldn’t help and think how funny it was that Bruce played father for so many and didn’t even know he had a biological daughter who was caught in the middle of Gotham’s gang war. Feeling this was a waste of time and you tried your best to ignore it.
You sat on the couch, turning on the news and Titus laid down beside you with his head on your lap.
Nothing too shocking happened, well, nothing too shocking for your standards.
A young man trotted in and fell on the two persons couch that was standing across from the one you sat on. His arm was laying over his face, blocking the light off.
He was tall and muscular, very, and his dark hair was messy, falling on his forehead.
After some moments he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes before looking at you with piercing blue eyes that for some reason seemed painfully familiar, but maybe it was just his name and value it held to you.
“Jason.” You nodded, trying to smile.
“(Y/N).” He returned the gesture.
You waited for him to throw all sorts of questions at you like Dick and Damian did, almost interrogating you, but they never came and you were thankful.
Alfred placed a cup of coffee on the coffee table.
“Thanks, Alfred,” Jason said. His voice was raspy and witty.
“Always, Master Jason.”
Later that day Jason stood in front of the big window front, looking out at the dock where you sat with your feet in the water of the lake.
Something about you was familiar, but Jason just couldn’t point his finger at it.
“You should go and talk to her. I think you would get along well.” Alfred suddenly stood beside him.
“Please, Jason… for me.”
Jason turned his eyes away from you and glared at Alfred. He sighed. “Now I have to and you know it, Alfred. I did not expect such a card from you.” Jason threw his hands in the air and walked outside. Alfred grinned and gave you and him privacy.
“Okay, casual.” He muttered to himself, taking deep, encouraging breaths. Your back was turned towards him, but Jason walked loudly to make sure you didn’t jump and fall into the water.
“Hey, (Y/N). May I sit?” He made his voice sound cool and his hands were in the pocket of his hoodie.
You simply nodded and focused back on the water.
“It’s a little melancholy here.” Jason realized soon. “Are you alright?”
“You want the honest answer or the one where I lie to not make things awkward?” You asked playfully but dead serious. People did that a lot. Asking how someone was and expecting to hear a good, then not knowing how to deal with anything else.
Jason chuckled. You looked at him.
“I think I can handle the honest one.”
You sighed heavily. “This is just all too much. Everything. I used to sleep on benches and cardboard, now in that bed I feel like sleeping on a marshmallow, or I used to search for something to eat in the garbage and Damian took two bites of his sandwich and threw it away today.
He is so sweet and nice and does everything and it makes me feel guilty.”
“You lived on the streets?” Jason narrowed his eyes at you. “No one told me.” He saw the confusion on your face and realized only now how judging it must have sounded to you. “I… I used to as well. Before Bruce took me in.”
The expression on your face softened.
“It never really goes away, to be honest. You can take the kid from the street, but not the street out of the kid.”
“Hm.” You thought about it.
“And Alfred; that’s just him. We all don’t deserve him, yes, but that’s his nature. It’s hard to not feel guilty, I know, but Alfred knows we all appreciate him. He’s not expecting anything from us, well, that we take care of ourselves.”
“Damian is just in general a brat.”
You laughed and a smile spread on Jason’s lips. He liked the way you laughed, it made him want to hear more, tell a million jokes.
Did he know a good joke at all? He knew the ones Roy told, but they were all garbage.
“Something about you is super familiar, Jason.” You confessed. “I just don’t know what.”
“Actually, same!” He nodded and looked ahead. “Maybe we find out after a race to the other shore.”
“Are you serious?” You glared at him.
Jason shrugged. “Well, only if you can sw– THAT’S NOT FAIR PLAY!” He yelled as you already jumped into the water. Jason kicked his shoes off and followed, jumping in head first.
When you arrived at the other side both of you were out of breath, laying down on the grass.
“That was more exhausting than expected.” Jason shook his head, getting water out of his hair. It fell in heavy streaks on his forehead, making water drip over his cheeks.
You admired his appearance for a few seconds before finding your voice. “Maybe you should do more cardio instead weight lifting.”
“Ha!” He laughed. “I still won.”
“Nah, you didn’t!” You shoved at his arm, laughing with him for some moments, then got up and held your hand out. Jason grabbed it and pulled himself up and was now very close to you.
Each of you cleared their throats in awkwardness and stepped away. This exact moment felt like it had happened before, like a déjà-vu and both of you felt it.
“I assume we walk back.” You were hugging yourself, feeling how the cold nipped at your skin slowly but surely making it’s way through the wet clothes that were clinging to your body.
Jason nodded and you two found a slow but steady pace, almost trying to make the way longer than it was.
“Can I ask you something?” Jason said after a while.
“Isn’t it sorta hard to know Bruce adopted so many children and didn’t know he had a biological daughter that needed his help just as much? I don’t know about you, but I’d be pissed.”
“But why wasting time? I can be bitter and grumpy or I can just enjoy becoming part of this, to witness living in a intact family with a roof over my head.”
You scoffed. “It has been a long way and to be completely honest, yes, I’m a little salty.”
“How that?” He frowned.
“I’ve lost someone to that whole gang crap and after that the only thing I was able to feel was rage and anger. I was willing to kill people and set whole Gotham afire. It’s not a time I like to remember, but I try to be better than that now.”
“Oh, I’ve been there, too.” Jason chuckled. “You have no idea.”
Jason glanced at the sky and sighed and you only knew one person who ever did it just like Jason now.
It hit you like a bolt, making your system crash down entirely. You lip quivered and your hands shook, your knees were made of jelly all of a sudden.
You jumped into his arms and let your tears run free. Your fingertips were digging into his shoulder and your feet dangled in the air.
Jason almost lost his palace.
“But they told me.” You sobbed. “I thought you died, oh my god.”
Jason’s eyes widened. His stomach turned upside down. This couldn’t– could it? Deep down he knew since moments, but pushed it away since it was impossible.
You pulled your head from his shoulder and laid your forehead against his. His wet hair was sticking to your forehead and your own locks were simply everywhere.
He let your bare feet touch the ground again and you cupped his face with your shaking hands.
Your thumb run over the scar on his cheek.
It wasn’t prominent, barely there, but you knew he had it, because you were there the night he got it.
You saved Jason from that thug who wanted gods know what from him.
“(Y/N).” His voice was a faint whisper stacked with disbelief. “(Y/N)?” He repeated.
You nodded your head violently and a smile of pure relief spread on your chapped lips. “Yes, Jason.” You stroke his hair back.
“How?” His voice broke and he buried his face into your shoulder and locked his arms around you so tightly one could think he wanted to be absorbed by you.
You two were crying now.
Happiness. Sadness. Relief.
Time seemed to blur away as you were wrapped up in each other, reunited after all those years. Now, the two of you could not believe you didn’t see it earlier. It was ridiculous.
The sun was setting when you finally pulled away.
Jason pressed his forehead to your and the two of you started to giggle and laugh. He stroke through your hair and your hands were caressing the skin of his cheeks.
Your eyes sparkled like galaxies.
“I saw your jacket, your blood soaked jacket.”
After you had saved Jason, you stayed together.
For the first time in your two lives you could trust someone entirely, for the first time you had someone who cared about you.
For the first time you two experienced love.
One morning Jason left. It was the day before your birthday and with the little money he somehow collected he wanted to buy you something nice. You told him not to, that you could spend the money on more important things, but he insisted.
Around the time Jason said he’d be back gunfire roared in the air.
“I gave the jacket to this boy because he was freezing.” He explained. “But I saw the blood where we stayed. Jerome told me you got hit, he said you died.”
You shook your head. “A bullet hit me in the leg, but ambulance was there and took me. That’s when I saw the jacket and I yelled for you and they said the boy who wore it is dead.”
You two could just laugh with tears running.
“Something like this could only happen to us,” you said.
“I shouldn’t have believed him. I… I should have–”
“Shh.” You peaked his lips softly.
Jason’s knees shook. How often did he dream of you? How often did he imagine what it felt like to hold you and kiss you again?
Part two where Jason finds out you’re an anti hero, protecting the kids living on the streets?
[I’m pretty okay with how this turned out. It would be nice to know what you think 💜]
Roxy: I thought you died! Eggsy: I thought YOU died! Merlin: Is there anyone in this cemetery who’s actually dead? Harry: [awkwardly emerging from the shadows] Well, I didn’t want to make a fuss, but now that you mention it….