wrong roof

Little Sherlock being all: “Mycroft, I need to go up to the roof to watch Santa.” And teenaged Mycroft feeling very sentimental- after all, it is Christmas Eve- and not wanting to ruin The Fun for once… so, he actually gets the ladder and they clamber up together, out of sight from their parents.

And Sherlock watches Mycroft stagger around and yelp “Sherlock, careful!” when they’re on the roof, and Sherlock laughs, “Don’t worry, I know he’s not real, I just wanted to come up here. It seemed cool.”

And Mycroft is just the picture of Outrage: “You little horror, you know what I’m like with heights!”

Flashlight

Summary: You and Calum have been best friends for as long as you can remember and flashing the light of your rooms has become a signal that you need each other. ((this is a long one guys but I’ve been inactive for like a year so see it as a big comeback lol))

You’re 5 years old and the light flashes twice. You’re already in bed, but not yet asleep, and the flashing lights pull you out of bed and towards the window like an invisible cord. On the opposite side of your window is another window, one belonging to your neighbor. The houses are close together, in your street, and you see the familiar boy standing in front of his window.

“Did you flash the light?” you ask.

“Yes,” Calum answers. “I need to tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t laugh.”

You and Calum have been living next to each other your whole lives, and he’s always been your friend. You don’t even remember how you met; you assume you were just babies, because your mom is such good friends with his mom. You just know he’s always been there, and he’s always been nice to you, even though he teases his sister all the time, and surely that grants him the one wish of you not laughing.

“Okay.”

“I think there’s a monster in my room.” You notice his voice is shaky.

You frown. “Well, I can’t help you with that. Go tell your mommy and daddy. They can beat it up.” Because at 5 years old, you didn’t think there was any problem out there that couldn’t be fixed by parents.

“I already told them,” Calum says, sounding a bit annoyed with you. As if it’s your fault there’s a monster in his room. “They don’t believe me. They say I just need to go to sleep. But if I go to sleep, the monster could eat me!”

“Leave the lights on,” you offer him. “Monsters don’t like light.” You don’t know if that’s an actual fact, but you’re sure you saw it in a cartoon once.

“Mom would be mad if I left the light on.” Sure enough, Calum’s room, behind him, is dark. After flashing the light, he turned it back off.

You yawn. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do about it, then.” It’s late, and you just wanna go to bed. Calum never wants to go to bed; you know that, because he always throws a tantrum when his mom tells him it’s bed time. But you like sleeping, because it lets the dreams into your head.

“Come sleep with me.” You look up in surprise, but Calum looks completely serious. “You can come over Mali’s way.”

There’s a plank of wood between your roof and Calum’s. Mali-Koa, his sister, always uses it to sneak over to your house and talk to your sister, Natalie. They’re best friends, just like you and Calum. But you’ve never used the plank, cause you’d have to climb out of your window first, and that seems scary.

You sigh. But he is your best friend. And Natalie once told you that best friends do everything for each other, so you can’t really say no. Very carefully, you swing your leg out of the window.

“Don’t be scared,” says Calum, and you shoot him an angry look.

“You’re the one that’s scared of monsters!”

He doesn’t say anything after that, and just watches you as you slowly but steadily make your way out of your house and onto the plank. As soon as you reach his window, his tiny hands wrap around your arms and help you into his room.

You’re not scared of monsters. You know that if the monster really was dangerous, one of your cartoon hero’s would come to save you. But you’re still a little nervous, so you quickly jump onto the bed.

Everyone knows monsters that live under beds can’t come out from under them.

Calum joins you, a content look on your face. “You know,” he says, “I won’t forget this. You’re gonna be my best friend forever and ever.”

“Yeah,” you smile, “forever and ever.” And you close your eyes.

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You’re 7 years old and the light flashes twice. Normally it’s Calum using the emergency call, but this time you have no other option. All you can do is hope he’ll answer.

He does; within seconds he appears in front of his window and opens it. It’s raining, tonight, big droplets of water crashing down onto your roofs.

“What’s wrong?” he says with a worried tone in his voice, when he sees you. You’ve been crying, and your eyes are red and your face is blotched and you can barely get the words out of your mouth.

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A Fallen Goddess - Part 2

A/N: Part 2! Thank you to the support on part 1, it boosts my confidence when it comes to posting. Again, sorry for any mistakes or mistypes. Any feedback for improvement is also great! I hope part 2 is enjoyed, thanks for reading! (Also Jason’s backstory I based off of the “Under the Red Hood” story-line)

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

[F/n] - First Name [L/n] -  Last Name [h/c] - hair color [h/l] - hair length [e/c] - eye color

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They were kind. Batman and the others. After the encounter they brought you back to the batcave. Taking x-rays for any implanted trackers and disabling them. They told you their identities to help your trust, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne. You were grateful for their honesty with you, but you still decided to keep quiet.

They brought you up to the manor where you met Alfred. He gave you a room and some clothes. The room was something you hadn’t seen in a long time. While with Black Mask you slept in a locked isolated room, on a cold metal cot. This room was warm and homelike, it had the biggest bed you’d ever seen.

That room became your burrow, you didn’t leave it for the 3 days you had been there. Not eating or sleeping, something you had come to know throughout your abduction. Each came to try and get you to open up about what happened but you’d just stay silent. Visiting once or twice a day. Though Jason visited you multiple times, he would try and get you to open up about the abduction, but was also willing to just sit with you in a comfortable silence.

That’s what he was doing now. You sat looking out the window, knees pulled to your chest. He was leaning against the wall next to you trying to figure out what you were looking at.

Looking over to you he took in your features. Stunning [e/c] eyes and shining [h/l] [h/c] hair. He would be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive. Though it was not only your looks that attracted him, it was your past as well. He couldn’t help but see similarities.

“What happened?” He asked calmly, you met his blue eyes giving him a look that said ‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ You turned your head back to the window, out of the corner of your eye you saw him shift his stance and come beside you.

He sat down next to you and began speaking, “You know I wasn’t always ‘the Red Hood,’ I was Robin once. I took Dick’s place after he became Nightwing, Bruce caught me trying to steal the tires off the batmobile” he said chuckling. You looked over interested in what he had to say. “Bruce took me in, pulled me off the street. He trained me, taught me what he knew. I trusted him with my life, I was proud to be Robin.” he said smiling and watching as birds flew by the window.

“Was? Why did you stop?” You asked flinching at the sound of your own voice. It was still rough but it was beginning to sound normal.

He looked at you surprised that you actually spoke, the corners of his mouth tugging up slightly. He went on to explain his death at the hands of the Joker, then his revival in the Lazarus Pit, his time as the kingpin in Gotham and his going after Black Mask. About the people he killed and how sometimes he still does kill but only when he feels it fit. He finished with explaining how he was able to reconnect with his family.

During his entire story you could hear the pain in his voice no matter how hard he tried to hide it. When your own voice shakes with the same pain, you can always hear it. He looked up at you and saw you watching him. “Why’d you tell me that?” you asked confused.

He shrugged, saying “I feel I can trust you with it”

You turned back to the window as he did the same. Bringing your knees down and taking a deep breath before starting, “They got me on my walk home from school” he looked at you cautiously. “Held a rag over my mouth until I passed out. I woke up in a dark room, my ankle chained to a bed. They performed multiple experiments on me until my powers showed them self. When they did, that’s when they began to break me. Beatings, starvation, sleep deprivation, everything. I tried to escape multiple times and was almost successful on my last try. But… I climbed onto the wrong roof and got myself cornered. After that, they upped the torture until I was nothing but a shell of a human being.” You explained as you stared into your lap.

You looked over to see him listening intently, “Then I was sold to Black Mask, becoming his biggest gun. I don’t know how many people I killed for him. I never left his side unless he was sending me out. He made me do terrible things, but I never stopped him. I could have stopped him but I didn’t.” You said before placing your face in your hands in frustration.

You heard Jason shift next to you and he pulled your hands away. He was now sitting in front of you, holding your hands in his. “It isn’t your fault, he made you do those things and if you didn’t obey he could’ve killed you.” Jason reassured keeping his eyes locked with yours. Their was something about his eyes that just made you feel safe.

He stood up bringing you with him. “I want to show you something” he said pulling you by the hand.


He brought you down to the empty cave. You followed him observing your surroundings. He stopped in front of a display case, coming up next to him you stopped in your tracks.

He looked over at you staring at the display case with his old Robin suit in it. “I look at this as a reminder to who I was. I’m not that person anymore, not by a long shot but a person’s past is important no matter how damaging.” He said and you looked at him.

“The suit that you wore before, it could be your reminder.” he said glancing over to you. “I wanted to ask you something” he began with a small smile on his face.

“What is it?” You asked, getting used to hearing your own voice again. Jason noticed it wasn’t rough anymore, it was soft and silvery.

“Would you like to use your powers to help people?” he asked cautiously, not wanting to make you uncomfortable in anyway. You looked at him a surprised expression on your face, before rapidly diverting your eyes to the floor.

“We have been investigating and we’re going after Black Mask tonight. The others and I wanted to know if you would be the one to take him down?” he asked as you were staring down at your feet. “I don’t know, what if he gets a hold of me again?” You asked worry laced in your voice.

He placed a hand on your shoulder and tilted your chin up. “I won’t let that happen” he whispered staring into your eyes.

Before you could stop yourself, you had wrapped your arms around him and pulled him into a hug. After the initial shock his figure relaxed and he wrapped his arms around your back.

“Thank you” You whispered against his shoulder. He simply nodded his arms around you tightening. It had been so long since you had any sort of humanly contact like this, it had become foreign to you.

You pulled back muttering a ‘sorry’ for the surprise hug. “Don’t worry about it” he waved it off. Jason in fact quite enjoyed it. “So was that a yes?” He asked smiling, you smiled a light chuckle escaping your throat before nodding.

He smiled before nodding as well, “Then I have something else to show you” he said walking over to a metal cabinet. “Bruce had this made incase you agreed” he said setting down a box. You opened it slowly until it’s contents were visible. You looked up at him in shock before back down at the contents.

You admired the new suit folded in the box, hastily pulling it out and laying it across the table. It was black with white accents. It had a shirt and jacket with no sleeves but long gloves. It connected to a hood. There were two belts one for your waist and another that had pouches that went on your thigh. Black boots with the same white accents. And finally a full face mask, except the eyes which had white outlines around them. It had a white design that had a circle in the center and then lines flowing off of it. Like a moon and it’s rays.

You were speechless as you admired the material and markings.

“Like it?” Jason asked coming beside you and looking at it over your shoulder. You nodded not taking your eyes off the suit. “Now all you need is a name” he looked at the side of your face.

“Goddess” you stated simply. That surprised him, “Are you sure?” he asked brow furrowed. You looked at him, “As my reminder” you smiled, his face relaxed at your reasoning.

“Okay… Goddess” he answered a smile tugging at his lips.


Bruce and the others stood in the cave waiting to go after Black Mask. Jason had told them you agreed to joining them and had accepted the hero gig.

You stood in a separate room off of the main area of the cave. You had your suit on and were staring at the mask in your hands. Looking at you reflection in a mirror, you saw that you were like Jason. When you looked in the mirror you saw a different person from before everything that happened to you.

You weren’t the 12 year old [F/n] that was kidnapped by Strange and you weren’t Black Masks personal assassin. Not anymore. You were someone new, and you were ready to start your new chapter.

You pulled the mask on and then the hood over your head.

Looking your reflection one last time before walking out the door. Leaving both of who you were behind you. Stepping out that door you were someone different… Something different.

Upon rounding the corner the 5 looked at you. “Ready?” Bruce asked and you looked at him.

“Ready”

Trust In Me

Originally posted by jaywalkerzz

Trust In Me

Something was wrong.

Jay couldn’t exactly put his finger on it, but something was most definitely wrong. Most of the time when he got back from his tour you two were inseparable. But this time, it was almost impossible for him to see you. You were canceling dates, not answering the phone, never home, and on top of that when he finally did manage to get a hold of you, you would just pass out from being so tired.

He couldn’t concentrate and focus on work. Not when there might be something wrong with you.

“Hyung, you’re losing it. She’d never cheat on you.” Hyuk Woo sighed, watching Jay pace back and forth.

“Then where has she been?” He’d been by your job and almost every time you were out. Every time he’d knock on your apartment he was met with absolute silence and on top of it all, you felt emotionally distant.

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the rest of yall: he killed innocent black ppl and he said he didnt care he believes in white supremacy theres photos around of him with a confederate flag like jesus christ the confederates owned black ppl as slaves lmao.

so like when will the ppl who fetishize him and fangirl over him/idolize him/call him a cinnamon roll uwu uwu like….stop? he’s an ugly racist murderer he doesn’t give a shit that he killed them. 

Ladynoir July Day 11: Patching Each Other Up

A heads up for new readers. All of my Ladynoir July stories are one story, so I suggest reading them in order for everything to make sense. Here’s a link to day one.


Ladybug dove into Marinette’s room just in time to answer her mother’s second wake-up call. Of course this had to happen on the day she had agreed to help her parents out in the bakery before school.

She detransformed, letting Tikki fly into her purse before she rushed downstairs, slipping a few cookies in her purse for her kwami. After a couple hours of baking and mixing, Marinette changed and ran to school.

Adrien had gotten more sleep last night than he probably had in a while, but he still felt irritable. He sighed, flopping back on the bed, “Is this a mistake?”

Plagg chewed thoughtfully on a slice of Camembert, “Hmmm… Telling Ladybug?”

“No, running away to join the circus,” he snapped, uncharacteristically irritated.

Plagg almost dropped his cheese in surprise. “Wow, someone woke up on the wrong side of the roof this morning.” He had to duck a pillow aimed at his head as he cooed, “Aww… Did baby not have a good nap?”

“That’s it.” Adrien snatched the remaining Camembert from Plagg’s paws, “You’re cut off. Nothing but processed cheese for you.”

“Hey, if you want to talk to your girlfriend, you take that back!” Plagg hissed in warning.

The ensuing scuffle ended poorly for both Adrien and his kwami. In the end, they agreed to a truce, and Adrien was bandaging a small bite on his thumb as Plagg groomed himself.

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Rakuzan Week Day 3: Mayuzumi / Words, Hobbies

“An “L.N.”?

A light Novel. You’ve never read one?”