Remember I am also a person with likes/dislikes and boundaries and you are not my boss so I'll write whenever, however and whatever I want <3
I'm not gonna tell minors not to interact with my posts because you'll do so anyway, and honestly as long as you don't try to talk to me about things an adult shouldn't talk about with a minor it's fine
I'm aroace! so... romance and sex is very much not my thing! I've never experienced any romantic or sexual attraction in mah life... so uh that may show in my writing... That being said! I do experience sensual and alterous (exteramo) attraction (which might seem like romantic and sexual attraction to the allos)
Also! feel free to just send me random thoughts, I'll simp over characters with you <3
Being the baby in the family comes with restrictions... but it also means you can get away with things other people would get scolded for!
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⋆｡˚୨ Alfred ୧˚｡⋆
★ Everyone knows not to make a mess in Alfred's kitchen. However, if you want to bake cookies, Alfred will help, no matter the amount of flour you end up spilling.
★ Your messes get excused way easier; Jason leaves socks around? Alfred scolds him. Tim's room is a mess again? Alfred makes him clean it up. You leave your whole toy collection all over the house? Alfred sighs, pats your head, and helps you pick them all up.
★ Alfred has one break a day, in which he doesn't let anyone bother him. But, if you need help, he'll gladly put his tea down for a bit.
★ There is a period of time, before every meal, in which Alfred won't let anyone snack on anything because it will "ruin their appetite." If anyone asks, you get snacks, not because Alfred can't say no to your puppy eyes, but because you're growing.
★ Grocery shopping is a challenge for Alfred whenever he goes with the other batkids because he has to keep an eye on them constantly to make sure they don't sneak any unhealthy snacks in. Because of this, you are pretty much the only one allowed to go with him, he trusts you to behave better. (And you are way less stealthy than your vigilante siblings...)
☆ What he will NOT allow is you not eating your greens. Basically, he'll keep you healthy and he won't take excuses.
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⋆｡˚୨ Bruce ୧˚｡⋆
★ Having six broken ribs will not stop him from going on patrol. Batbaby flashing him some good old puppy eyes and asking him to please stay and rest? He is in bed, tucked in, snoring.
★ Watchtower visiting permit. Most other batkids aren't allowed to be there if not supervised, but you? You've been going there since you were in diapers, and you can go anytime you ask.
★ Tim has to be in WE meetings sometimes, but every other batkid is fully banned from the room; except you. Bruce has given briefings with a baby strapped to his chest or a little kid sitting in his fancy CEO chair, purely because he wanted to. In his office, he even lets you "read" the important documents.
★ He's working on letting his walls down around everyone, but for some reason, he never put any walls up around you. Maybe it's because you were a baby when he met you and he felt no need to hide who he is; maybe it's because you can see through him like glass—it doesn't matter—the only thing he knows is that he wants to be a person with you.
★ He probably doesn't realize this, but he talks to you all the time. He's usually pretty quiet when he's not playing the Brucie act, but even when you were a baby, he found it easy to talk to you about nothing and everything. It started as a way to help you with speech, but he never stopped talking!
☆ Dad can be persuaded on many things, but there's one huge no; being Robin (or a vigilante in general), he doesn't want that harsh fate for you; the pressure of the sense of responsibility and guilt will not fall on your shoulders if he can help it.
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⋆｡˚୨ Dick ୧˚｡⋆
★ Dick is extremely competitive AND extremely competent, but somehow, you always win when going against him in any game.
★ Not exactly something he excludes others from, but hanging out with his friends is one of his favorite activities to bring you along to. The only downside is that his friends are not afraid to show their favoritism.
★ He was a kid with a lot of energy and a big sweet tooth in a house where food was pretty much fully controlled by Alfred, who wants to keep it as healthy as possible—safe to say Dick knows how to sneak candy in and where to keep it; more importantly, he knows kids love sugar; he'll share with you as long as you don't tell grandpa.
★ The overwhelming need to feel useful is something he can never quite get rid of. He only lets it go when he's taking care of you. His phone is on silent mode, and his paranoia can't touch him when you're in his arms.
★ Emotions and feelings are not something easy to him, but he wants them to be easy for you. So, when you cry, he makes sure you know it's okay to cry. This led to you asking him if adults cry; he realized he doesn't let himself cry even while telling you it's okay to do so. Now he does; he cries freely, and he knows you won't feel ashamed for crying too.
☆ What you can't even try is complicated acrobatics without years of practice. The day you figure out "trapeze bones" aren't real is a day he fears.
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⋆｡˚୨ Cass ୧˚｡⋆
★ Cass, from her training, is hyper-aware of herself and her surroundings. She doesn't normally paint her nails, and when she does, she paints them herself because she knows how to paint them so that the polish doesn't bother her senses. You, however, can do her nails if you ask really really nicely. (She'll fix them later if you mess up.)
★ Similarly to a momma tiger, she'll allow you to spook her sometimes, even though she knew you were there the whole time.
★ When she's overwhelmed or overstimulated, she disappears into the shadows and locks herself in a familiar space without people to bother her (her room, if she can). She used to dread other people coming into her space while she's resting, but recently, she started asking you to go with her.
★ Not something to "get away with," but something completely unique to you two is your way of communicating. She's selectively mute; you were a baby when you met, and you learned to speak while in her company. You ended up making up a mix of noises, gestures, and words to communicate with each other, and you still use your secret language even after you could speak perfectly.
★ I'm not sure why, but I think Cass doesn't like sharing her food. She'll smack people's hands if they try to steal a bite off her plate. However, you are not only allowed to, but even encouraged to eat some of her food.
☆ She won't let the dangers and evils of this world touch a hair on your precious head. It may seem like she just doesn't let you do a lot of things, and you may get frustrated because you don't understand why... but you'll understand it someday, babybat.
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⋆｡˚୨ Jason ୧˚｡⋆
★ There are some books in Jason's collection that he keeps in a waterproof safe, and nobody can touch them without getting a couple of bruises. You are allowed to (under his supervision). Tell no one. Be careful with them.
★ You can go in and out of his room as you please; the only other person allowed to do that is Alfred.
★ Normally, when he's hurt, he'll brush off any concerns from other family members or friends. But you can fuss over any bruises he has, put Elmo bandages on him, etc., and he won't protest at all.
★ He spends a lot of time in the library; he prefers to be alone and in silence but, if you wanna read with him, he'll allow it.
★ He normally doesn't like too much physical affection; it feels like poking a tender bruise, but you, being the cuddle fiend that you are, climbed up his emotional walls and trespassed your way into his heart until he allowed you to attach yourself to him like a baby koala. Is that Jason reading on the couch cuddling the sleeping baby on his chest? You saw nothing, Dick.
☆ He's pretty chill with most things, "if you're gonna drink, I'd rather you do it with me" kind of chill. But he will NOT let you fall into addiction if it's the last thing he does.
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⋆｡˚୨ Tim ୧˚｡⋆
★ Not really a Tim thing, but you are allowed to call Bernard "Bernie". No one else—not even Tim—is allowed to. Tim is amazed (and mildly offended) by this.
★ Tim will listen to you the first time you tell him to go to bed; the others need to tell him more than three times on a good day.
★ His camera collection is off limits; almost nobody can touch them... Except you, he'll teach you how to take really cool pictures on many different cameras. Maybe he even gifted you one. Who knows...
★ One of the things Tim hates the most in this world is his family crashing his dates. However, and only because you don't tease him for being sappy, he'll bring you along to get ice cream at the park with him and Bernard.
★ He developed the terrible habit of putting other people or work before his own health to the point of being reluctant to relax and have fun sometimes. This led to playtime with you being a breath of fresh air for him—it's a bit of both worlds; he gets to feel helpful AND he gets to let himself relax and have fun!
☆ He makes damn sure you're healthy. No, you can't have a sip of his energy drink. No, you can't stay up too late on a school day. No, you can't be on the tablet for too long, babybat. Is he a little bit of a hypocrite? Yes. Do you make sure to tell him that and force him to care for himself too? Also yes.
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⋆｡˚୨ Damian ୧˚｡⋆
★ Special Damian cuddle permission. You can cuddle him anytime; anyone else has a determined hug duration and cooldown period before they are allowed to hug him again. Is Damian letting the baby lay down on him and petting their hair? You saw nothing, Dick. No, he's not "just like Jason", shut up, Dick.
★ His weapon collection is precious to him, and a good chunk of his swords are not for most people to even glace at. You, however, are a different story, and since Damian considers you his most precious sibling... Just don't tell anyone you get to see Al Ghul family heirlooms with myths and legends attached to them.
★ You are pretty much the only person Damian will actually praise. Another batkid paints the Mona Lisa? That's "Mediocre." You scribble a stick man on a napkin? That's "Brilliant."
★ He doesn't just teach you fighting; he teaches you everything you want to know. Want to paint, batbaby? Sure, he'll help; you can use the brushes he's broken people's fingers over. Want to learn another language? Ser bilingüe tiene muchos beneficios, presta atención.
☆ He will not, under any circumstances, allow you to be a Robin. At first, it was about him not wanting to be "replaced", but now it's about wanting you to live a normal life, away from all the traumatic experiences he's gone through.
★ He's gained a reputation for being impatient (it's not impatience, please ask me about my psychological HCs), but he'll try his absolute best for you. You wanted to paint for a whole week, but now you want to give up and do something else? He takes a deep breath and sets the painting stuff aside; it's better to try everything once than only ever doing one thing you'll end up hating.
Batman finds a baby, Batman keeps the baby, Batman's baby now.
a/n: I love love love @/witherby's LW AU so I deciced I also wanna write a baby bat reader AU
Reader: baby/toddler reader ❤︎ gender neutral
Contains: surprise adoption (Bruce being himself) ❤︎ Alfred, Bruce, Dick, Cass, Jason, Tim and Damian
How did you get here? Well... Bruce Wayne was a man with a tough exterior and the mushiest heart—specially if there are kids involved; which there were, two years ago, in the mission that changed the course of both your lives forever.
You, a tiny little baby, the child of some new villains who weren't careful enough and got caught. Batman beat them up, got the GCPD to take them away, went back in the hideout to help the investigation... everything he usually did, until he heard a loud cry upstairs, high-pitched and whiny. A baby.
Batman then bolted upstairs, kicked in the door to a nursery, your nursery... and you were fine. The nursery looked carelessly thrown together, as if your parents didn't care as much as they should; it was just the bare minimum.
A sniffle snapped him out of room-analysis mode and made his dad instincts take over. He picked you up very carefully, going through a mental list of things that could be wrong with a baby... but you stopped crying when he cradled you against his chest and made little cooing and shushing noises at your sleepy face.
The kids got a new sibling that day, a baby this time, and damn were they not prepared for you to be this clingy.
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✦*̥˚ Alfred ˚*̥✦
He was unimpressed when Bruce brought a baby home, scoffed at him but- come on, it's a poor little baby with no one to care for them... and the bat-mobile was already filled with pretty much everything from what used to be your room so... two years later, you were walking, talking, and holding onto his legs while he tried to work around the house.
Asking questions about anything and everything he was doing; and he answered, because why wouldn't he? In his eyes, you're just trying to get his attention, and what's so bad about it? Even if he sighs when you jump around, even if he has to clean crayon off the walls, he thinks you're endearing.
If you want actual cuddles or hugs from grandpa, you'll have to wait until his break. He loves you, but he needs to get things done, and you need to be patient.
"Dear, would you let go of my leg? I need to-" You shook your head, he sighed.
"Alfie, what is that?" You pointed at the same fluffy thing for the third time that week.
"A duster, dear..."
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✦*̥˚ Bruce ˚*̥✦
The moment your little head plopped on his chest and you fell asleep as quickly as if you had never woken up, his mind drifted to adoption papers. Commissioner Gordon, of course, helped Batman make sure every loose end was tied up before letting him pack your entire room into the bat-mobile.
You had no papers, not even a birth certificate, but you were healthy. And two years later, you were growing up too fast.
Your first word was "bat", your first steps were filmed, and the video is saved on the bat-computer in a folder were deleting files is impossible. He loves you; you are the apple of his eye, his baby bat.
The first time the Justice League met you, and they saw Batman smile and coo and giggle, was a day everyone silently agreed to forget. The kids were freaked out too. Bruce had his affectionate moments for sure, but this was crazy.
And you were just as clingy! If your dad had you in his arms, you expected to be there for a while. If anyone tried to get him to put you down or wanted to hold you too, they were met with a perfectly synchronized noise of dissatisfaction that earned you the nickname Batbaby.
"You wanna help dad with a case, sweetie?"
"I'M BATMAN"
"You are still a baby! I'm Batman."
The case was tiresome. You needed a nap after, but you did it, Batbaby! You found the cookie-thieving dog!
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✦*̥˚ Dick ˚*̥✦
Was a bit apprehensive about a baby in the house at first, but he came around after a few days of you grabbing his finger and not letting go. Two years since then, and you still hold his hand all day.
He loves you so much! He throws you up in the air and catches you to make you laugh, he shows you acrobatics (you're not allowed to do them yet, Dick says your trapeze bones haven't developed), He gives you piggy-back rides, plays hide and seek with you and tells you that you're the best at it (he lets you win), he lets you nap on his chest and he even lets you play with Haley!
You'll always have a space in his apartment in Blüdhaven, even if you almost never leave Bruce's side, you'll always have Dick to nap on and hold your hand if your dad will be gone for a while.
He has given you the most nicknames out of anyone. At this point, you answer more to his tone than the words he calls you, it's easier for your baby brain to recognize the cooing than to learn every single nickname or petname he uses to get your attention.
"Where's my little star? Where's my darling little sibling..?" His voice, to you, sounds like genuine confusion. Though, everyone else in the manor can see that you're giggling under the table, and Dick just wants to see you smile when you win.
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✦*̥˚ Cass ˚*̥✦
Baby staring contests become a thing in the manor. She stares, you stare back. Best way to calm you down when cuddles don't work is to have her hold you and stare into your soul... it works, somehow.
She's a quiet person, and you become a very chatty two year old. You yap about everything and nothing, and she listens. She enjoys it; it's her baby sibling time, and she just wants to hang out with you.
You help each other with difficult words; it's nice to have someone who understands not understanding everything yet.
She reminds you of Bruce, so you're also often found trailing behind her like a duckling. She likes to pick you up and press her forehead to yours. It's her way of saying she loves you, and the optical illusion that makes her look like a cyclops makes you laugh too.
But the rare times when you're also feeling quiet, she's the best to watch movies with.
"Cassie, movie?" You rub your eye with one tiny hand and hold the TV remote in the other, arm stretched out to her as an offer.
"Hm." She nods and smiles softly at you, taking the remote and holding your hand to go to the living room.
You fall asleep in her arms watching your favorite movie. "...Baby sibling."
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✦*̥˚ Jason ˚*̥✦
He didn't know about you until a month after you were adopted. Immediately recoiled when Bruce tried to introduce you to him. Probably the one who took the longest to warm up to you. Not because he didn't like you or babies in general, but because he was scared of hurting you.
He's the one who looks the most like Bruce (other than Cass), and it really confused you. You'd be in dad's arms, and suddenly, dad was on the couch? So you looked at who was holding you, and it was dad! Then you looked at the man on the couch, and... it was also dad? How? You need to investigate this other dad...
With time, he started playing with you, tried to keep the contact minimal so he couldn't accidentally hurt you, but it was hard when you were a little cuddle monster. So he just- laid on his back and let you hug him, keeping you steady with a single hand on your back. Still, he didn't want to actually hold you, so he didn't. But you were relentless.
By the time you were two years old, you could recognize who Jay was. Jay was the one with the wild, black and white hair and scuffed shoes. Dad was the one with the perfectly smooth clothes. At that point, Jason felt more secure about holding you, and you were having the best time with your brother now that he's not scared of hurting you as much as before.
He loves you too much for his anxiety to completely fade though, so he still mainly just cuddles you while sitting down or puts you in a baby carrier strapped to his chest. But your favorite thing is when you're strapped to him and he zips up his jacket over you because he always uses his theater kid skills to make you laugh.
"Ugh! Move it, Dick! Can't you see I'm with child? A real kicker, this one..." Jason sits down in the spot Dick moved from when he saw how much Jason's jacket was laughing at the act.
"Go bring me some ice cream, would you?" Dick wanted to object, but your little cheer could have made anyone crumble.
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✦*̥˚ Tim ˚*̥✦
Did NOT know what to do with you. Made a binder on your feeding and sleeping schedules, wrote down food you like and food you threw off your plate with a pout, investigated your birth family, everything... However, he was too nervous to hold you for longer than a minute. It wasn't a fear like Jason; Tim just genuinely didn't like babies. He likes you, you're cool, you're his little sibling... but you're still a baby, and he gets uncomfortable with babies.
But now that you're two, he's happy hugging you as much as you like. Mostly when he's working, you just sleep on his lap, and he tucks you in bed when he's done.
However, Tim comes with a big plus for you; Bernard.
Bernard adores you, and Tim loves seeing you get carried around like a doll, win-win!
"Timtim!" He hums, prompting you to continue, "is Bernie coming today?"
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✦*̥˚ Damian ˚*̥✦
Probably the worst reaction of the bunch, being the youngest, he's not used to Bruce's impulsive adoptions. Also, he's the blood son, got it, child?
It took him the longest to warm up to you, but gradually, he decided he liked you. It was a mix of working on his childhood trauma and Bruce swearing you would be forever forbidden from being Robin. (And the look of awe you gave him when he picked you up for the first time, but he'll never admit that.)
Damian is a bit surprised you can't even hold a sword now that you're two; he knew it wasn't really a thing outside of the league to train babies on fighting, but he had assumed a toddler would be able to at least balance their weight when holding a kata—
"Damian! Stop giving weapons to your little sibling!" Damian just scoffed at Bruce's screech but took it away anyway.
"We'll start with something smaller next time." You nodded happily at him.
a/n: I, like many, enjoy doctor Damian. I also think he'd go into pediatrics because he should.
Reader: gender neutral ✿ civilian
Contains: adopting a baby ✿ teeny implication of baby neglect (not on Damian's watch) ✿ uh anxiety depictions bc hubby is late but he's okay
Your husband, Dr. Wayne, pediatrician, one of the best qualified doctors in Gotham, is often needed for emergencies. You can't remember a time he came back home as late as tonight though, not since he quit the vigilante life, not since way before he even openly considered you a friend.
You swung your legs back and forth. The couch was getting uncomfortable no matter how you wiggled or positioned yourself. The subtle anxiety in the back of your mind was getting a little louder with every minute your husband spent working overtime at the hospital.
Of course, you knew it wasn't his fault. You knew these things could happen at any moment, and you weren't mad at him. But his last text was just "I'll be late" almost four hours ago.
Now, you could call him and ask if he's alright, but if he didn't even type a full stop like he always does, then you know it's an emergency.
What would he tell you now? You try your best to envision him and let him brush your tears away, call you his heart, and tell you that he's okay...
And though some tears kept rolling, and you had to hold yourself back from calling him, you decided to just go to bed and rest your heavy eyes for the day. He'll be okay, he handle himself, and he'll be back, like always.
( ˃ ๑ ˂ )
You wake up from a restless half hour of sleep, after tossing and turning for an hour before, to that familiar jingle of keys on the other side of the door to your apartment.
Damian opens the door and groans. A thud comes too, something heavy but soft hitting the hardwood floor, his bag.
Standing up slowly, taking sips of water, and wiping your face, you make your way out of your room on shaky legs.
There he is, your husband. His hair is messy, his muscles are tense, but he's alright!
He turns around when he hears you and lets out a sigh, half relieved and half scolding. "Hayati, it's late."
You run to hug him, and he squeezes you as if he had been worrying for you the same amount you had been for him.
He presses a kiss to your head and lets you cling onto his shirt for as long as you need to, your eyes shut tight. He rubs your back and whispers soft reassuring words to you until you feel stable enough to look him in the eyes.
Just when he starts to say something else, there's crying behind him. He freezes; you look over his shoulder, now that the trance is broken, is that a baby?
( ˃ ๑ ˂ )
"This is so sudden..." You gently sway the little girl in your arms.
"I know, beloved. I apologize for not consulting you, but the situation left me no other choice." You watch as he sets up a whole crib like adopting a child on a whim is normal... Like father, like son.
"Dami, it's okay—I mean—you did the right thing for her," you look down at her sleeping face, "she'll be fine."
Damian finishes installing the crib and stretches; his back pops and he lets out a sigh. "Are you sure, hayati?"
You hum out a yes, not looking up at him at all. She's so tiny, three weeks old, whatever sicko that didn't care for her was now forgotten.
"How could anyone not love this little face?" She slept peacefully in your arms. Damian had gotten everything a baby needs so fast, it was kind of impressive, honestly.
"No one worthy of being in her life." Damian sat down on the bed facing you and gently caressed her hair.
"You're such a girl dad already," you kiss his forehead, "I love you."
He turns to kiss your cheek, "I love you too."
( ˃ ๑ ˂ )
The baby is now settled in her crib. The sun is rising. You haven't slept at all...
Arms wrap around your waist and pull you down. You smile at your husband and place your head in the crook of his neck. "Goodnight, Dami. If she wakes up, you're in charge."
Your boyfriend is tired as hell, it's his night off, and it's your bat-mission to keep him inside and make sure he relaxes
Reader: male (could be GN, only like one gendered word for reader) ☾ civilian
Contains: Fluff ☾ romance/romance-coded ☾ calling each other boyfriend, lover, etc. ☾ cuddles and kissies ☾ I included my favorite movies because I don't know which ones y'all like so change them in your mind if you want
Batman himself gave you a mission.
You, agent Lovebird (Tim and Barbara hacked into the batcomputer and changed your file to make fun of Dick), are in charge of Operation Movie night(wing).
Your job? Keeping Dick from going on patrol. Your plan? Cling to him so he can't even get out the window.
(•⌓•)
"Nooo! Lemme go!"
"Nuh-uh! Batman gave me this mission!"
Were you being dramatic? It wasn't really a mission from Batman, more of a favor for your boyfriend's dad... and yourself, and Haley... and dick's siblings... and Alfred. Everyone was happy except Dick himself.
"That bit-"
"Hey! That's my future father in law! Don't call him that!"
"...Just saying 'B' stands for a lot of things..."
You clinged to Dick's back with your chin on his shoulder. It was funny to you, but Dick was annoyed to hell and back... not that you cared you either way, your poor birdie was exhausted, he needed rest.
"Let's watch a movie, Dickie... please?"
His answer was a long noise that started out as a grumble and ended in a whine. You kissed his cheek, then his temple, then his nose when he turned around to pout at you.
"But babe-"
"Please, Dickie?"
"But-"
"I wanna cuddle my lover! And our dog-ter!"
"Daughter?"
"Yeah! But she's a dog!"
He cooed (and laughed) at you. "If I was anyone else, I'd call you cringe. But I love you, and I love Haley, so you get a pass."
(•⌓•)
Success! You won! You get your boyfriend all to yourself for tonight!
You grab some blankets, he grabs some snacks, Haley begs for said snacks but she must wait until the- ... And she's chewing because Dick can't resist puppy eyes!
You all get to the livingroom, you sit on the couch, he leaves the bowl on the coffee table, she tries to get up on the couch but she's too small so you pick her up, you throw the blankets over the three of you...
The remote! He has it?? Okay... phew... What a man, he thinks of everything...
"So... what do we watch?"
Fuck. "Uh... ...Turbo?"
"We always watch Turbo... ...Inside Out?"
"You'll cry."
"Hey- Bing Bong deserved better!"
"Hm... Let's watch something neither of us have watched before."
"Oh! How about... this one?"
"A horror movie? I dunno, Dickie..."
"Scared?" He teased, poking your side, making you swat his hand away with a little yelp.
(•⌓•)
Haley decided to leave you two alone when her automatic feeder went off. That left you, and a clingy boyfriend.
He got scared! This is exactly what you knew would happen... But you didn't mind the man of your dreams pressing himself on top of you.
You played with his hair, rubbing his back quietly. He mumbled something about not being able to look even as he peeked at the TV.
His weakness is paranormal horror movies; slashers and all that stuff he's mostly used to from his vigilante work.
Will he ever admit this? No. Will you call him out on it? Not this time, he's baby right now.
(•⌓•)
"Why'd you change it?" He relaxed his whole body, clearly relieved.
You silently grabbed the remote and changed the movie to Inside Out.
"No reason..." You smiled at his confused pout. He and Haley were a lot alike, like father like dog-ter.
A bit after the movie started, he was already smiling and kicking his feet like a highschool girl cliché.
"If we had islands for the things we love inside our heads, I would have one just for you. With a huge statue of you, and every single thing you've ever done that made me fall harder for you."
You smiled at his antics, he's adorable when he's like this; all relaxed and cuddled into you... a rare sight.
Loving the fuck outta Jason because he deserves it
a/n: I'm a firm believer that Jason is such a sweet sweet man but no one really makes him feel safe enough to drop the façade
Reader: GN ☼ civilian
Contains: Pre-established relationship (not really specified but you're like penguins that mated for life) ☼ DOMESTIC FLUFF ☼ whiney Jason ☼ cuddling and crying happy tears ☼ a pinch of childhood friends to lovers ☼ also a bit of sad flashbacks, I'll put those in small font so skip them if you don't want to cry like I am rn
You yawned. It was pretty late, not as late as Jason usually makes it home though. About midnight, rather than three in the fuckass morning. You weren't expecting him to come home early, usually you were asleep by then. You don't usually wait up for him at his (and your body's) request, buuuut this movie was good.
...Then, two hours and a half before his patrol time was done, he knocked on your window.
You looked at him and smiled, paused the movie, walked over, and let him in.
He crawled in through your window, full gear still on. You closed (and locked, it's Gotham,) the window again and drew the curtains closed this time.
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You took Jason to your bedroom (might as well be his too, he never sleeps in his safehouses anymore but he hasn't officially moved in,) and helped him get out of his kevlar-padded suit.
You kissed his exposed skin in a way that made him smile, made him feel loved, made him feel like he was a porcelain doll that you treated gently, not out of pity, but out of love.
Like you knew he wasn't some fragile thing that would break under any pressure, like you knew he wasn't a rough, prickly cactus. Like you knew he was just a man, worthy of love as much as everyone else. Like you knew him.
"I'm sweaty..."
"I don't care."
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He took a shower, you looked for the pajama pants he left at your apartment... (and a pair of boxers- he left those a lot... probably because he owns like three shirts and two pants but he values clean underwear (as he should-))
He got out in a towel, dripping water on your floor, you pretended to scoff at him but you smiled when you cupped his cheek and kissed the other.
Once dry, he got into his boxers and pajama pants. You sat him at the edge of the bed and plugged in the hair dryer, keeping it on low and brushing his hair softly. He smiled, tired and sleepy. He'd missed you so much...
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You were the first person that showed him gentleness in his life. Not a street kid like himself, not Bruce Wayne level rich either. You were perfectly average, except to him. To the little Jason you met in school, you were safety. Finally, someone normal in his life that he could talk with about the smallest things; you talked about everything and nothing, he told you about his favorite books and you told him about your own hobbies.
You two became the best friends ever. Bruce and Alfred were surprised when they heard him laugh freely at something you said.
With time, he trusted you with all his woes, he told you everything, and you never judged him; just hugged him, played with his hair, and told him to let it all out, to cry if he needed to, and he did.
...You cried your heart out at his funeral, you begged Bruce to let you see him and you tied a handmade bracelet with the nickname you gave him around his wrist, something he still wore now. (You have no idea how he managed to not lose it or break it during all the shit that happened but what you don't know is that he once stabbed someone in the leg for trying to steal it.)
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You kissed the top of his head when you were done, smelling your own shampoo on his hair. You rubbed his shoulders and upper back before he turned to you and got you to lie down on the bed, he laid down on top of you like the huge puppy that he was. Head on your chest, ear right over your heart. His arms wrapped around you like you were his pillow and he was yours, arms supporting your back just how you liked.
You hugged him with one arm and used the other one to reach for the switch and turn the light off.
He let out a little whine when you squeezed him like he loved. You let out a quiet snort and he whined something muffled that sounded like "no faair..." into your chest.
You stayed like that for a minute, you looked at the moon through the cheap blinds, midlessly playing with his hair. Just as soft as always.
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A little sniffle, a few tears, a sob... Jason was crying very, very softly.
"What's wrong, Jay?"
"Nothing's wrong... I'm- that's the thing, it's- peaceful for once."
"Oh, Jay..." You threaded your fingers through his hair. He whined instead of the scoff he uses with others to express a complicated feeling.
"You- you're peace for me, you know that? You've always been..."
"And you've always been the spark of color in my life." You smiled at him when he propped himself up on his elbows to look you in the eyes.
You wiped his tears with your thumbs, holding his face like he's the most precious thing you've ever held. (He is, to you.) He smiles, soft and relaxed.
"You act as if your life was all beige and grayscale without me."
"I mean- it would definitely be a whole lot more bland without you."
"Isn't a boring life a better one?"
"Whoever said that was just jealous other people have fun."
"Fun comes with shit times, too."
"And? Feelings aren't bad, Jay. A rollercoaster is no fun without ups and downs, even constantly climbing up would get boring real fast."
Jason laid back down on your chest, kissing your nose on the way.
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"I love you..."
"I love you, wildflower."
Jason smiled, rubbing the bracelet you made him years ago with that same nickname. You kissed the crown of his head.
He turned his phone off the moment it started going off with bat-texts. So what if he disappeared mid-patrol? They'll have to drag him, kicking and shooting, out of your arms.
Your boyfriend's brother comes for a surprise visit and finds his gift on the floor...
a/n: I'M SO FIRED UP I SAW THIS ANIMATION OF CASEOH AND HIS KITTY AND I HAVE TO WRITE MORE KITTY
Reader: GN ☁︎ Civilian
Contains: Same things as pt. 1 ☁︎ Dick being a drama queen ☁︎ worshipping the Almighty Kitty
Hmm... Cuddles.... So nice. Boyfriend is warm. Kitty! Watching movie... So sleepy......
Knocking?? Who!? Fuck off!!
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Damian groans, more annoyed than concerned for the loud banging coming from the front door. He gets up and out of the blanket, kissing your forehead before he walks to the front door to see who it is.
You stand up too, wrapping the blanket around yourself and holding your (equally as drowsy) kitten like a baby, also wrapping the warm blanket around him when he angrily squeaks in protest.
You get to the front door to see Dick squeezing Damian in a hug. You know he likes it, he loves physical affection, it's just hard to undo the assassin awkwardness- you're working on it together.
Dick releases his grumbling brother and turns when he sees you.
"Heeey! It's my favorite future in-law!"
"Hi, Dick! What brings you here?"
"He is snooping on our personal life."
"Ah- I'm checking in! How's living together treating you?"
Dick just strolled into your house, looking at the things you and Damian have changed since he moved in with you.
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It was the first time anyone from either of your families came over to visit since moving day.
The house was old and cozy, somewhat of a family heirloom too. It still had a lot of old furniture, a lot of old books, a lot of trinkets from past generations of your family, a globe that said "Yugoslavia" even though it no longer exists...
Since it was your time to fly out of the nest, and your grandma decided to retire and travel the world, the house was passed down to you. Shortly after, you and your lover decided he should move in with you.
Damian was hesitant at first- you'd been together for a long while, it wasn't that, he just didn't want you getting tangled up in bat-buisness. He also didn't want you to get bored of him, (though he didn't say that out loud,) but you managed to convince him, kissing his temple and being gentle (that'll get you everywhere).
Last time you saw any other bat was the time Damian's family helped him move his things in. You had met them plenty times before, you were on a nickname basis with pretty much all of them. They helped a lot with the moving, but you and Damian had also done a lot more redecorating after that.
The ugly painting in the corner of the livingroom had been replaced by Damian's framed fencing medals he'd won over the years.
The walls were repainted, the floor tiles that used to be cracked were now brand new.
Some old, damaged furniture was also replaced with Bruce's help...
And both your families sent you a lot of gifts.
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Dick gasped dramatically, "You... you THREW my GIFT on the FLOOR?!"
"It's for Sock!"
"You demoted the beautiful cushion I gifted you... to a foot rest?"
"'Sock' is our cat."
You gently unravel the blanket around the kitten and you, setting it on the couch and scooping Sock in your hands. You turn to Dick to show him the tiny ball of fur still snoring quietly.
His eyes light up like he's never been as happy before; he coos at your cat.
"Okay. That. Is fair. I forgive you."
Sock stirs in your hands and lets out a little squeak, likely dreaming of hunting fish filet.
Finding a kitten in your porch with your boyfriend Damian Wayne
Reader: GN ⚝ civilian
Contains: Pre-established relationship ⚝ domestic fluff ⚝ adopting a kitten together ⚝ nothing really vigilante related apart from some mentions of patrolling ⚝ both you and Damian are in your twenties
You sat (or rather, laid dramatically), on your couch, waiting for your boyfriend to come back home.
You picked up your phone, seeing the time he promised to arrive had passed ages ago (thirty four minutes?! Is he even okay?!) and the sigh you let out could rival the drama levels of Shakespeare's own works.
An eternity later (two and a half long, long, minutes), the front door was scratched. It sounded like tiny little claws scraping the bottom of the door. You chewed on your food and stood up, unsure if you should investigate the noise at the risk of ending up like a dumbass teenager in a slasher movie, but when a whiny little meow came from the other side, you ran to open it without hesitation.
Thankfully, it wasn't a slasher, it was the Cat Distribution System. The smallest, tiniest, little baby kitten was sitting on your "No Vampires Allowed" halloween door mat.
It looked up at you with its bright green eyes, its fur was dirty with mud, and it let out another whiny meow. Gently, and very slowly, you crouched and held up a little piece of your dinner. The kitten was wobbly on its paws, but it managed to walk over to you and happily eat from your hand.
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It had been about forty minutes since Damian was meant to arrive, (you lost count,) when he finally walked into your shared room through the window, as usual. Except this time, you didn't run to hug him, something he had a hard time admitting he loved. He looked around the house, smiling a little bit when he heard you laughing in the bathroom.
He walked in, expecting to see you taking a bath and watching dogs sneeze on your phone. What he found though, was you trying to shampoo a mud-covered kitten in the sink.
"Dami! Welcome home! ...I'd hug you but- I'm kinda busy."
"Beloved. Where did you get that from?" He stared at a kitten for a bit, torn between his love for animals and pure confusion.
"You mean our son? He just came meowing at the door."
Damian relaxed a little bit, walking closer to give you a peck on the cheek. You smiled at him before gently rinsing the kitten's soap off with warm water, wrapping it with a fluffy towel. It was the smallest towel you could find, but it was still a little too big on your new baby.
You let Damian hold the kitten, he smiled when it squeaked happily at him. Strange that the kitten was alright with water... Did it not have a mom to bathe him? He did look too tiny to it on his own...
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You cut a piece of fish into tiny cubes, being careful to not leave any bones, and cooked it as Damian dug in the storage closet to find Alfred the cat's old kitty-litterbox to set up. You let the fish cool down and went to find the small food bowl you kept. Ha, they called you crazy for keeping Alfred's kitten stuff-
You found the bowl and served the new kitten some of the fish you made for it. The kitten, who had been watching you and smelling the delicious air in the kitchen, wobbled over to the bowl you set down. He sniffed it. His eyes widened... And he struck with a big appetite!
Damian called you from the bedroom, you let the kitten eat and walked into your room to find him looking around in your closet.
"Hayati... Do we have a pillow we no longer use? Not one of Alfred's old beds survived all the scratching."
You hugged your lover like you promised you would.
"Hm... There's that one hideous couch cushion we only keep because it was a gift from Dick... It would be fine with him if it was for a kitten, right?"
Damian hugged you back, kissing your shoulder.
"He will have no complaints once he sees how small the cat is... Are you sure you wish to keep it with me?"
You almost didn't hear the last part because of how soft he asked it, almost a whisper.
"Why wouldn't I be? He has your eyes, he's definitely our son."
Damian let out a breathy laugh, one you knew he used to hide happy tears with. You'll get him out of his shell one day, no matter how long that takes.
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Teeth brushed, bladder emptied, PJ's on, kitten fed and warm in his new ugly-but-comfy bed, boyfriend kissed, lights off... Ready to sleep? No. You must talk your lover's ear off about kitten names first.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YUNO WRITE HEADCANONS FOR MALE Y/N (femme fatale but like drag queen type deal) THAT SINGS AT THE LAST DROP AND THEN HANGS OUT WITH VANDER AND SILCO AND THEY SIMP OVER READER SO BAD AAAAAARGH AND READER PRETENDS NOT TO NOTICE BUT IS SO SMUG ABT IT MWAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH DON'T EVEN MAKE THEM DATE AT THE END JUST MAKE IT PLAYFUL FLIRTING BETWEEN FRIENDS
-you know who I am ya bitch <3 love you
I, in fact, know who you are, my favorite asexual whore ever <3 also I imagined reader singing Chappel Roan and Lady Gaga for this so like 💅also I'm assuming young Vander and Silco since they're hanging out at the Last Drop?? yesss young Silco is so mf pretty <3
this turned out as more of a story in bullet points than headcanons but idrc
sorta suggestive stuff tw
Angel voice
The people love you. Specially the men (they do know you're not a woman, do they not?).
So you get a lot of dumbass fan letters, which you like to read with your boys (as you call them). And laugh at what other men think is cute or sexy.
The bar was closed, it was just you, Silco and Vander.
You sat down on a stool and sighed, a bunch of pieces of paper and even napkins were set on the table.
"You got these in the mail." Oh ha ha Vander is so funny.
You sighed and looked through them. "...You wanna see what they all say?"
Silco sits down next to you. "Always."
You pick one out of the bunch blindly and read out loud. "You're cute, for a boy." You roll your eyes and set it aside. "That's so fucking basic..."
Silco grabs one now and unfolds the paper. "I'd say something about rearranging the alphabet and putting 'U' and 'I' together, but I'd rather rearrange your guts." Silco laughs at the disgusted face you put on.
"I hadn't heard that one yet! Was it a good looking one, Vander?" Vander just sighs and shakes his head.
You spend a while reading all of the letters, drinks are silently served, laughter turns into cackling.
Now that you're all pretty drunk, they start to let their gazes linger. Not that you mind, you do look pretty good in pink.
Silco brushes your hand. "So... do you write all those songs?" You don't react to his hand, neither responding positively or negatively, just ignoring it. "I wish... writing is not really my thing... I'm more of a pretty face, not so much a creative."
Vander's eyes flash with either jealousy or lust when he sees Silco's hand on yours.
Again, you don't comment or react on the way he grabs your chin. "It's pretty, I'll admit..."
You smirk, acting cocky but really it was just cute to you. Silco however, grimaces just enough that you catch the bitter look in his eyes before he masks it and leans in closer to you too.
"Right? No wonder he breaks so many hearts on stage..." Silco traces a finger on your shoulder and holds his head in his other hand with his elbow on the table.
Vander scoffs. "And off it too, you've seen how people turn their heads when we walk."
You smile, smug. They keep bickering, trying to appear relaxed but they're drunk and can't really hide the way their eyes and muscles twitch in annoyance.
"Think they like his waist?" Silco stands behind you, hovering his hands around your waist.
At that movement, Vander comes out from behind the bar and stands next to you and Silco. No need to puff out his chest, he's already bigger than both of you.
"Or, it could be his legs." Vander very gently brushes your thigh with a hand, relaxing and fully laying his hand on it when you don't flinch away.
Now, Silco was fucking mad. He grabbed your waist gently at first, giving you space to push him if you didn't want to be touched, but since you smiled, he gripped you a little firmer.
"I think it's his waist." "Well maybe some of us appreciate legs more."
You hold back a laugh, hearing them bicker until you speak up. "What about my butt? Is it pretty? Do people stare?"
They turn to look at you, Vander is blushing significantly more than Silco, who smirks.
"Oh people definitely look at it..." Silco slides his hands down to your hips. Vander snaps. "Hey- you can't just cup a feel." Silco grins. "I'm not even touching his butt." "But you want to, don't you?" Silco's smug expression falters for a second before he tells you to stand up.
When you stand up, Silco places his hands on your ass. You don't move away but you laugh. Vander glares at Silco. "Oh very funny, Silco..."
"Oh Vander, don't be dramatic, you can touch me too." Vander blushes but walks up to you and grips your waist. You feel how different their hands are.
Silco's hands are smaller, his fingers more delicate and long. Vander's hands are as big as you'd expect them to be for someone his size, his fingers are thicker, calloused, you can tell who does all the work in the mines.
You can feel they're glaring at each other over your shoulder.
"Oh will you two quit it?" They seem to snap out of the trance once you call them out. They grumble, Silco pressed his cheek against your shoulderblade and Vander nuzzled into your hair like the most overgrown cat ever.
context. my pookie bear here sent me this at 3 am for them after binging knight x prince listener asmr and forgot to type in prince reader lmfao 🙏😔 ily pookie but get some damn sleep
keeping me informed in useless shit I see... I can barely pass chemistry in school but I can tell you about merfolk reproduction and the people closest to the monarch
also teeny tiny fic at the end (I couldn't help myself)
Crowns and Armor
Jayce and you grew up together in the castle. He was the son of your parents' "hand". Ximena Talis was the king and queen's closest advisor and head of the Small Council.
Outside of royal and diplomatic duties, Ximena and your parents were close friends, and they naturally left you and Jayce to play in the gardens while they had tea.
Jayce's responsibility was to become your advisor when you ruled, and he took it very seriously. You just wanted to live your life while you could before all the royal responsibilities started falling on you.
He was going to grow up to be the king's hand, just like his mother now. And you were growing up to be the king, like your father.
As you grew up and Jayce got into page training, you refused to let go of the childish whimsy that still clung to you.
Your time with your best friend started becoming more serious as the years passed. You watching him train to be a knight, him accompanying you to meet princes, princesses, lords, ladies, nobles, etcetera. But you were always joined at the hip.
If people ever questioned you on why you brought that page (lowest knight rank) with you everywhere you would shrug and say "He shall be my hand when I rule, should my closest friend and advisor not know me?"
By the time you were both in your late teens, your parents started introducing you to suitors. Other royals whose parents wanted to form allyships with your kingdom by marrying off their sons or daughters.
As always, Jayce was right beside you in their attempts at courting you. As a chaperone, but you wanted him there anyways. Those princes were so pretentious and the princesses were shallow.
So having your best friend with you was the only way you would agree to sit and listen to a snobby prince tell you about how all the ladies in his land fall at his feet.
After those meetings, you needed some time to clear your head, so you would go to the gardens and climb up a tree with Jayce and just sit in silence. Of course, after a while you would start to mock the prince's voice and he would try not to laugh because it's disrespectful but he'd break as you talked about his ugly mustache.
Jayce's room was close to yours as per your request since you were kids. But sometimes you would have secret sleepovers. You'd play dress up with your fancy clothes (until he hit a growth spurt). You'd sneak fruits and sweet treats out of the kitchen and pretend to have a tea party at midnight. You would tell each other secrets; who you liked, what whispers you heard in the halls of the palace.
Hug each other when there was thunder (he'd pretend to be brave but he was probably more scared than you despite being a year older).
You still did that now that you were older. You talked about your future, about the things you hated about being a prince, the ways he won sparring contests that day.
You realized you were in love with him long before you even thought about your coronation. He had no idea he even liked you that way until you were given your first crown.
(I made this part up. Princes only get actual crowns in their coronation after the reigning monarchs die but let's pretend in this made up kingdom that when princes/princesses come of age they are given a small and simple crown with the official title of "monarch in waiting")
It was your birthday! People were happy and proud of the prince they had raised in their kingdom, and the king that you would become. Jayce was specially excited about this, the day you became an adult and got a shiny crown. He woke up first thing in the morning to wake you up with your favorite dessert.
You, on the other hand, were nervous as hell. You knew how diplomacy works, you knew how to govern a kingdom, your parents had been teaching you everything since the day you learned to write and read. But that lingering doubt and anxiety was still eating away at the back of your brain.
Jayce comforted you, he knew well how nauseous this made you feel. He also made sure to tell you how much he believes in you and your competence and capacity for ruling.
The ceremony came. Jayce sat next to his mom with the rest of the council and he watched the way you wore those ceremonial clothes. The way you kneeled and repeated the oath to your kingdom as the new king in waiting.
He watched how serious but determined you looked, ready to become the kind and merciful king you were always meant to be. He felt something stir in his heart, and that's when he realized that he couldn't live without you.
As your mother, the queen, set the crown on your head and the people cheered. He knew why he could never stand those other royals trying to court you.
The ceremony ended and the celebration started. The palace was full of food stalls and people dancing around, probably already drunk only three hours after sundown.
Jayce lost sight of you after the banquet. He thought you would go right to the stall your favorite baker set up but you didn't.
He asked around for you but, since no one had seen you, he went to the place you always went to when you needed time and air.
You were sat on a branch of the tree you both used to climb as kids. You looked at the crown you held in your lap, he couldn't tell what you were feeling.
"What are you doing up there?" You snapped out of your thoughts when you heard his voice, then you looked down at the ground.
"I am... just thinking, Jayce." He smiled sympathetically and carefully climbed up the tree with you, sitting on the base of your branch, hoping it was strong enough.
"You can tell me anything, you know that right? I'm your best friend." He reached to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I know that... it's simply- now there is more pressure from the neighboring kingdoms to marry. My parents keep saying I should choose with my heart and take my time but I cannot help but notice that worry in their eyes." He pulled you closer to him and pet your hair.
"You... really don't like anybody, do you?" His chest hurt just a tinge when he said that. He could no longer deny his love for you after it dawned on him, not that he wanted to hide it. But you were still a prince, and he was just your advisor.
"That is exactly the problem-" You squeezed him in a hug. "I do love someone. But I cannot be with him..."
"Why not? You- you're so lovable! Have you even seen how many people want to court you?"
You groaned and pushed yourself away from his embrace. "I don't want them. They either like me for my power and my kingdom or for my looks. I want someone who truly knows me..."
"Who is it that you love?"
"It matters not... He does not love me that way."
"Who is it?" He whined out your name like a dog. "Please tell me." You rolled your eyes but sighed fondly. You took a slow, steadying breath and turned to look at him in the eyes.
"His name is Jayce Talis."
It turns out you were wrong. He does love you that way.
Merman AU with merman!Jayce 🛐 sfw and nsfw headcanons??? I will beg if I have to
OKAY I have chosen the sandbar shark for his fish half
also I'm making this in a world that humans and merfolk already know about each other bc I don't need the drama rn
aaaaand mini nsfw fic at the end bc uhh yeah (fade to black also bc my head is killing me but lmk if you'd like the whole version)
NSFW under the cut!
merman!Jayce headcanons (SFW)
Okay I won't go into detail about how you met so let's just say you met him at a beach when you both were kids.
You were swimming, you stumbled or got hurt and couldn't swim. He saved you and got you back on the beach safely. You came visit him often and blah blah blah all that cheesy AU stuff.
He's always been really extroverted and affectionate so you always have to be ready to get wet whenever you visit him.
He asks you so many questions about human life, cities and what having legs is like. Just as you ask him all about his life in the ocean.
Please bring him trinkets! He would be just like Ariel and collect stuff from humans for science.
If you bring him things he'll also bring you stuff! Not just boring things like seashells and whatever is in the ocean. He'll bring you the merfolk version of books, tell you about swimming with a fish half, tell you about their customs and traditions, their sports, their music... anything you ask, just as you tell him about your world.
You practically grew up together! His parents met yours and you all had little beach days together.
Eventually you and him grew up and your parents let you hang out on your own, either because they told the truth with "You young people find us old people annoying.", or because they were secretly trying to get you to fall in love with each other.
Either way, you fell in love. And your parents were so happy for you! You still had to sneak around a bit, not everyone in the beach was okay with your relationship. (Uh... something phobic idk)
So you meet at night most times, not because you're ashamed of your relationship, but because you would rather not have some bitch tell you about their personal opinion on what you should do with your own life.
He was very shy at first, you already hugged and were comfortable with your touches but it was different now that you were dating.
Merfolk don't really kiss (in my imagination). They intertwine their tails (again, in my head).
Since you don't have a tail, you'll just be swimming, he'll hold you up by the waist so you can both just float and you can breathe air and he'll wrap his tail around your legs.
He gets so giddy when you do that together, he's so happy he gets to show you he loves you the way his people show love.
He gets equally as happy when you kiss him. It was odd for him at first but he melts in the way you cup his face and press your lips to his.
merman!Jayce headcanons (NSFW)
Once you both started puberty. You asked each other questions about... well puberty. How merfolk's bodies worked, how human's bodies worked, what changed, etc.
Once you started dating and got... comfortable with each other, you started showing each other how your bodies work.
He probably got more scientific than sexy the first times but let him be.
(mythical anatomy lesson time because I did not spend thirty minutes investigating merman dicks just to not tell you about it)
Mermen's dicks are sheathed, like those of a dolphin. Kept in a little pouch that just looks like a slit on their belly.
Now, sharks have two "penises" (called claspers). So I gave merman Jayce two dicks because I also made him a shark... (I pray my mom never finds out about all the anatomy lessons I just took on sharks and dolphins and seahorses and mythical accounts of how merfolk were said to reproduce- GIRL it was so hard to find anything about merman dicks </3)
Both claspers are about the same size. And sharks only use one of them while reproducing to allow for better movement... With that being said- if you want both dicks at the same time, Jayce won't be opposed, if anything a little (very) flustered (and worried about hurting you).
Your first time having sex was definitely after a while of exploring and explaining each other's bodies.
One day, you were just cuddling (mid shark mating season). And now that you were both adults now, having reached sexual maturity and all that. He got a little horny.
See, merfolk still have this animalistic instinct to reproduce in certain seasons and, as I said, it was shark mating season.
You were in your swimming suit, late at night when there was no one left on the beach. And he was next to you, holding each other in the place where the waves met the land.
Everything was peaceful, it was a warm summer night, the world (at least your timezone) was asleep. It was just you and the love of your life.
Then, he twitched and gently grabbed your leg to press your knee against his slit. He let out a shaky breath.
"Uhm... Jayce?" "Mhmm~?" His voice was wavery, almost like he was on the verge of moaning.
"What are you- doing, exactly?" He burried his face into the crook of your neck and gently, hesitantly, rolled his hips to grind against your leg. He let out a quiet moan. "Nothing?"
You pushed him to lay on his back and pressed your hand to his slit where his two tips were starting to peek out.
"Nothing? Nothing at all?" He already looked absolutely ruined under your touch. "Maybe I'm just- a little worked up?" It was as if his whole tough guy personality had been replaced by a sea puppy. "I think it's mating season..." That explains it. You sigh fondly, kiss his cheek gently and start to slip out of your swimming suit.
