a/n: this chapter was a bit of a breath of fresh air since I wrote partially in Sokka’s POV. Sometimes Y/N feels bog me down and I get uninspired ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
tw: internalized homophobia
{Sokka’s POV}
The next few days passed without interruption. The sun still rose and set, but it felt like no time was passing at all. One minute you would be eating breakfast, the next minute you’re watching the sky turn into an orangey-pink haze as the sun dipped behind the mountains. At least that’s how Sokka felt.
Everyone seemed to be enjoying their time at the Western Air Temple, and Sokka couldn’t blame them. It was a safe place to relax while still training. They didn’t have to move to a new camp everyday; it finally felt like things were looking up for them, even if a little bit. Not to mention it was beautiful there. The architecture was amazing, and in the first few days there Sokka had explored every bit of the temple he could get to on foot.
Sokka should have been at the top of the list of people spouting love for being at the temple, but he wasn’t. He didn’t even know if he remotely liked it. Because the only thing he wanted to do was hang out with his girlfriend; find somewhere to watch that hazy sunset with her, wander through parts of the temple he hadn’t quite gotten to yet, walk along the creek at the bottom of the canyon, their held hands swinging between them. Hey, what could he say, Sokka was a romantic. However, Y/N was rarely to be found since her rescue. And today was no exception.
Sokka sidled up to his sister in the courtyard. She was sitting up against one of the tall pillars watching Aang and Zuko practice firebending. She bounced a small bubble of water up and down with a couple of her fingers while she watched. It was still amazing to see how far she had come with her waterbending, almost a year ago she could barely lift water into the air with absolute concentration, now she was doing it without even looking. Wait, who was she staring at?
Oh. Sokka wrinkled his nose and wondered if it was well within his Big Brother Rights to tell her to stop staring at Aang, or maybe even tell the boys to move elsewhere. Sokka chose to stay quiet and instead slipped into her line of vision.
“What’s up, Sokka?” At a wave of Katara’s hand the bubble dissipated, joining with the muggy air.
“Have you seen Y/N? I wanted to hang out with her.”
Katara shook her head but then perked up. “Oh! I think she said that she was going swimming with Suki at the pond since it was so hot.”
Sokka frowned. “Oh.”
Katara’s face softened into that look of pity you’d give a kid when they were picked last to play games. Sokka hated that face. “Did she not invite you?”
“No.” It was hard to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
“What’s going on with you two? Are you guys fighting or something?”
A/N: yay!! here she is!! Lots of awkward, cringey moments, but they’re 15!! of course they’re cringey!! what will the gaang do with Y/N??? if you haven’t read my prequel of ‘Traitor’ with Zuko, I highly suggest you check it out. There are references of that story in this part!
On the flight to the Western air temple, Y/N couldn’t help stare out the window for most of it. It was more than refreshing to be able to see mountains and trees again. She never realized how much she missed them until she thought she’d never see them again.
“Are you excited to see your friends again?” Suki asked as she snuck up behind Y/N. She wondered if Suki was always so light on her feet.
“Extremely,” Y/N admitted. “As much as I enjoyed our time in prison together…” Y/N laughed at the joke and Suki joined in.
She grabbed Y/N’s hand and joined her at the window, together they watched the trees below them blur into a dark hazy patch as the sun began to set. “I know we made a lot of jokes about how well we did in prison, but I really thought we wouldn’t get out of there. I mean,” Suki sighed. “There’s always a chance we don’t win this war. No one wants to say it but, I know you understand it.”
Y/N nodded in agreement. It was true. Keeping hope alive was good for them all, but once in a while you needed to look at the reality of a situation. Y/N’s friends didn’t always like doing that. (They were all so optimistic. It was refreshing, and tiring all at the same time)
Suki shrugged. “Anyways, enough of that talk. I’m excited to see Team Avatar too. And, I can’t wait to have more room than just my cell to train!”
“Yes!” Y/N said. She squeezed Suki’s hand in excitement. “And I’ll have my sword back! I swear, I’ll probably be training all day; Sokka’s going to get tired of me asking him to spar with me.”
“We should spar, Y/N! I can teach you all of the Kyoshi warriors moves and you can teach me some of those Fire Nation hand-to-hand combat moves I saw you using on that acrobat!” Suki exclaimed.
“That sounds amazing, we–” Y/N was interrupted by Sokka meeting them in the hallway.
“Guys, we’re gonna be landing soon–” He paused, eyes flickering down to their hands and then back up to meet their faces. “If you wanted to come to the doors.”
Y/N smiled. “Of course. We’ll be right there.”
Sokka opened his mouth to say something else but immediately closed it, turning away with a blush high on his cheeks. Only then did Y/N realize that she and Suki had never untangled their hands.
Synopsis: Sometimes, your animalistic nature took over at the worst times.
Content: Fluff, princess!reader, Katara teaching her gf that hunting is not okay in public spaces 😭, just fluff.
Katara had only looked away for a minute. At least, that was what she kept telling herself later, trying to make sense of how quickly everything had spiraled.
One moment she was standing beside you in the crowded coastal marketplace deep in Republic city, watching your eyes light up at every human invention you passed. The next, she was pushing through a panicked crowd with her heart pounding in her chest, wondering what kind of trouble her beloved mermaid princess had gotten herself into this time.
Not even ten minutes ago you were fascinated by the small jewelry stalls lining the street, especially the ones with handmade pieces crafted from shells, beads, and polished stones. Humans made so many beautiful things from materials that came from the ocean, yet you had never seen them used in such unique ways before.
So when Katara noticed you lingering beside one particular stall, admiring a bracelet decorated with purple and blue beads that reminded her of the colors across your tail, she knew she wanted to buy it for you.
You were so happy when she picked it up. She could tell by the way your entire expression brightened once you realized she was purchasing it for you. The sight of your smile was something that she would never get tired of seeing.
“Stay here for just a second, okay?” Katara had told you, squeezing your hand before stepping toward the shopkeeper. “I’m going to pay for this and then we're going to get something to eat because I'm starving.”
You nodded, watching her with those same doe eyes that revealed just how in love you were with her. She only looked away for maybe a minute or two at most before she heard the screaming.
Katara's head whipped toward the source of the shouting, the bracelet still clutched loosely in her hand. The lively hum of the marketplace vanished beneath rising cries as people began scrambling in every direction.
Katara's stomach dropped instantly. She didn’t need anyone to explain what was happening. She already knew it was you.
“Excuse me–sorry, excuse me,” She called as she hurried through the crowd, weaving between startled strangers and abandoned baskets. Her apologies came out harsher than she intended them to. She was just worried and her sole focus was getting to you as fast as she could. Katara barely registered the confused looks following her as she pushed forward, her mind already racing through every possible scenario.
Has someone hurt you? What if someone discovered what you were? The more she thought about it the faster she moved through the crowd. She nearly shoved a woman out of the way that was moving far too slow for her liking when she spotted you.
Katara stopped so suddenly that someone walked into her. For an entire minute, she struggled to process what she was looking at.
You were standing in the middle of a fish market with water dripping from your hair and clothes while your hands braced the edge of a large tank. The entire area around you looked like it had been frozen in time.
Merchants stood behind their stalls with wide eyes, customers had backed as far away as possible, and everyone seemed to be waiting for someone else to explain what exactly was happening.
Meanwhile, you looked perfectly content where you were.
Katara blinked, rubbing at her eyes just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. But no, you were really leaning over the tank with your face submerged beneath the water, searching through it with the same focus and determination you used whenever you hunted deep within the ocean.
Except this time, you weren’t using a spear your father had crafted. You had caught one of the massive koi fish with your teeth.
Katara's jaw dropped to the floor. She genuinely didn’t know how to react to this. She was shocked, confused and slightly concerned. There were so many emotions overwhelming her at once that she almost let out a hysterical laugh because what else was she supposed to do? Out of every horrible scenario her mind had conjured up, her mermaid girlfriend hunting koi fish had not been one of them.
As if sensing her presence, you lifted your head from the water with the koi still clamped between your sharp teeth, its tail flapping wildly as water streamed down your face. Your muted purple eyes drifted across the crowd, paying little attention to the frightened strangers gathered around you. You weren't looking at them, you were searching for the only person that would ever matter in your world. The second your gaze found her, your entire face lit up, a proud, excited smile spread across your features like everything had gone exactly as you planned.
The excitement shining across your face made it impossible for Katara to be upset. She knew your heart too well to mistake your intentions. You hadn't done this to frighten anyone or cause a scene. You simply heard her say she was hungry, and in your world that meant one thing, your mate needed to be provided for. So, following the customs you had been raised with, you had done the most natural thing you could think of and gone to hunt for her.
Clutching your prize between your teeth, you made your way toward her with confidence strides, completely oblivious to the uneasy silence that followed in your wake. People quickly moved aside, giving you a wide berth as you passed, their wary glances never once catching your attention.
When you finally stopped in front of her, you gently released the fish into her waiting hands before lifting your gaze to hers expectantly. Katara glanced down at the flapping koi resting in her palms, then back up at your face. For a long moment, she couldn't find the words.
“You said you were hungry,” You explained, your words still uneven as you worked through the human language. “So I hunted for you like a good mate.”
You spoke with such earnest sincerity that it almost made Katara laugh. In your eyes, there was nothing unusual about what you'd done. You hadn't embarrassed yourself or caused a scene, you were taking care of the person you loved in the only way you knew how.
In Atlantis, devotion wasn't expressed through bouquets, jewelry, or elaborate gestures. It was shown by providing. Bringing food to your mate meant they would never know hunger while you were by their side. It was a silent promise to protect, nurture, and ensure their needs were always met before your own.
As a princess, those values had been instilled in you from the moment you were old enough to hunt. Caring for those you loved wasn't merely expected, it was part of who you were. So when Katara mentioned she was starving offhandly, your instincts had taken over long before you ever considered that humans might see the gesture very differently.
Katara fought the smile threatening to spread across her face as she lowered the slippery koi back into your waiting hands. Taking a slow breath to compose herself, she glanced past your shoulder toward the shell-shocked shop owner, who remained rooted behind the counter with an expression that suggested he was questioning every decision that had led him to opening his store that morning.
Letting out another sigh, she slipped a hand into her purse and crossed the short distance between them. Katara didn't bother being discreet, she pressed a thick wad of bills into his palm before offering him an apologetic smile.
“I honestly don't know how to explain any of this.” She admitted, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly before glancing in your direction. “I'm so sorry. I promise she's harmless, and I hope this covers everything.”
The shop owner lowered his gaze to the money resting in his hand before glaring in your direction as you stood nearby with the koi nestled happily in your arms. Katara couldn't blame him for his response. Truthfully, she wasn't entirely convinced she had wrapped her own head around the situation either.
Before anyone could say another word, the sharp whine of metal cables echoed through the streets, accompanied by the distant wail of approaching sirens. Katara's shoulders stiffened at the unmistakable sound. The police were getting closer, and if she stayed much longer, this was only going to become even more difficult to explain.
Also, she did not feel like dealing with Toph right now.
Katara made her way back to your side, finding you exactly where she had left you. The second your eyes locked on hers the smile you've been sporting since catching the fish wavered.
“Not hungry?” You asked, your words hesitant as you tried to make sense of what you've done wrong.
You still held the koi against your chest, ignoring the horrified stares around you. You brought it up to your nose and sniffed. Was it bad? it seemed like a gift worthy of your mate and you worked hard to catch it.
Katara's chest tightened as she watched your face morph into shame. She closed the distance between you, reaching up to brush a damp strand of hair away from your face before letting her hand rest against your cheek.
“No, baby,” She mumbled, her thumb grazing your skin. “I'm just not hungry anymore.”
A small crease formed between your brows as you searched her face, trying to understand. Your confusion was visible as it became painfully clear you believed you had disappointed her.
The thought alone made Katara's heart ache. She slipped her hand into yours, giving your fingers a reassuring squeeze.
“Come on,” She said softly, giving your hand a light tug. “Let's go home.”
You glanced down at the fish one last time, clearly unsure what to do now that Katara had returned it to you. The pride you had felt from catching it was still there, but the uncertainty in her expression made you hesitate. Katara noticed the conflicting emotions immediately and offered you a small smile.
“It's okay.” She told you, walking beside you as she guided you away from the marketplace. “You worked hard for it. Eat it.”
Her reassurance was enough to ease your concern, and you followed her through the less crowded streets, happily finishing your meal with your free hand while she kept pace beside you. Katara tried not to stare, she knew this was just how you had been raised. Hunting, providing, and caring for your mate were all expressions of love in your world, and she never wanted you to feel ashamed for that.
She just needed to help you learn that life on land came with different rules.
By the time you both reached the apartment, the strange events of the marketplace had already faded into the background. You were content after your meal, but Katara had become more withdrawn, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.
You were getting pretty good at picking up on her changes in mood. So it didn't take much to notice something was bothering her. But before you could ask, Katara guided you toward the bathroom, already moving around the room as she prepared the water.
“Bath first,” She ordered gently. You followed her lead, allowing her to care for you as she helped you settle into the warm water.
Once she was sure you were good, she left you to soak while she tidied the apartment and finished putting away everything she purchased from the market. Time had a habit of slipping away whenever you were surrounded by water, and nearly two hours had passed before she wandered back to check on you.
Katara leaned against the doorframe with an amused smile. You looked so relaxed and at peace even as the water began to reveal your true nature. Faint scales appeared just beneath the surface as the webbing between your fingers became more pronounced. She could see the outline of your tail that was threatening to replace your legs if you stayed any longer.
“I had a feeling I'd find you exactly like this.” Katara said, shaking her head. “If I don't come get you, you'll stay in here all night.”
You lifted your head to meet her gaze, not understanding why that seemed unreasonable. “There's enough room for the both of us.”
All Katara could do was shake her head and laugh as she helped you out of the bath and reached for a towel. The second you caught sight of it you jerked away, your nose wrinkling in obvious distrust as she unfolded the thick fabric.
“It isn't going to hurt you,” She said, trying not to giggle.
“It steals water.” You insisted, grimacing as she dries your hair.
“It dries you.” Katara corrected, unable to hide the smile tugging at her lips. “There's a big difference.”
You weren't entirely convinced by her explanation or why anyone would ever create such a thing, but you stopped protesting and let her finish drying your hair before changing into one of the oversized pajama sets she bought for you a few weeks earlier.
You both found yourselves in the living room a few mintues later, Katara facing you as she sat beside you on the couch.
Out of habit she reached for your hands, holding them between her own as her fingers absentmindedly played with yours. Even the texture of your hands were so different than hers, much softer yet still not quite human. It always amazed her how well you hid scales under this.
For a while, she just sat there gathering her thoughts, her gaze drifting over your intertwined hands as she searched for the best way to word this.
You sat patiently beside her as you studied her expression. Whenever she got like this, you knew she was trying to word something in a way that didn't hurt your feelings. And after another long pause, she finally met your eyes.
“Baby.” The single word came out barely above a whisper. “I love you so much.”
A small smile spread across your face at the confession, and without thinking you shifted a little closer to her. Katara returned the smile, giving your hands a gentle squeeze before lowering her gaze to where your fingers rested together.
“I know what today meant to you.” She began, tracing the back of your hand with her thumb. “Where you come from, catching food for your mate isn't strange. It's how you show them they're loved.”
She glanced back up at you, making sure you were following. “And I never want you to think I don't see that. I do. I know your heart, and I know everything you did today came from a place of love.”
Your smile slowly faded as Katara's expression changed.
“But,” She continued, her voice catching. “You scared me.”
She took a slow breath before continuing.
“I kept thinking about everything that could've gone wrong,” Katara admitted, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to steady it. “What if someone thought you were dangerous? What if they tried to hurt you before I could get to you?”
Her eyes watered with unshed tears as she let your hands slip from hers, bringing both of her palms to your face instead. Her thumbs swept slowly across your still damp cheeks as if she needed the reminder that you were safe and sitting right in front of her. “I couldn't stop thinking about it. I don't ever want to lose you because you were trying to take care of me.”
The sight of tears gathering in her eyes made your heart sink. Your half-transformed ears slowly folded back against your head as guilt washed over you now that she confirmed your suspicions.
Needing to have her close, you slipped an arm around her waist and lifted her effortlessly into your lap. Katara let out a soft yelp of surprise before relaxing against you, her arms naturally settling around your shoulders as you buried your face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in. You held her there, clinging a little tighter than usual.
“I'm sorry,” You whispered, your voice muffled by her skin. “I wasn't thinking. I just wanted to make you happy.”
You swallowed, your grip around her loosening slightly. “Sometimes I forget this isn't my home.”
Katara drew back just enough to meet your eyes. You tried to avert your gaze elsewhere but she slid one hand beneath your chin so you couldn't hide from her. Katara knew of the sacrifices you've made in order to be with her and she made sure to let you know every day how much they were appreciated.
“Oh, sweetheart.” She murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I know.”
Her forehead rested lightly against yours as she smiled through the tears threatening to spill.
“That's exactly why we're talking about it.” Her thumb stroked your cheek in slow, comforting passes. “I'm not angry with you. I could never be angry over something you did out of love.”
She let out a small, watery laugh, shaking her head. “You were being the wonderful mate you were raised to be.”
She paused, taking a slow breath before continuing. “I was just scared. That's all.”
You met her gaze head on for several long seconds before giving a small nod. “I don't like making you cry.”
“I know.” Katara smiled sadly. “And that's why I need to teach you how things work here, because I want us both to be safe.”
She reached into her bra, withdrawing the folded bills she carried home from the marketplace. You watched as she unfolded the bills before placing them in your open palm, curling your fingers around the paper with both of her hands.
“This,” She said, “Is how we get food here.”
You frowned, turning the strange paper between your fingers. Humans had such strange ways of going about things. Why would anyone ever have to pay for food. “Food?”
“In a way,” Katara replied, her eyes twinkling at how cute you were being. “We give this to the shop owner, and they give us the fish.”
Your brows drew together as you tried to understand, glancing from the money back to her face. “So no hunting?”
“Not in the marketplace,” She answered patiently. “Out in the ocean, that's different. But here, this is how people provide for each other.”
You continued to turn the folded bills over in your hands, studying the colorful pieces of paper like they might suddenly reveal some hidden purpose. It was difficult to wrap your mind around the idea that something so ordinary could determine whether someone ate or went hungry.
In Atlantis, things were so different.
The ocean provided freely. Fish swam in abundance, sea plants flourished across the reefs, and every family hunted or gathered what they needed. No one claimed ownership over the sea itself or had to earn the right to eat. Food wasn't bought or sold–it was shared. It didnt matter who you are, everyone was cared for by the pod, because ensuring your people were fed was considered a basic responsibility, not a privilege.
Currency existed, of course, but it served an entirely different purpose. It was reserved for matters of status and governance like purchasing land to expand a family's territory, funding large construction projects throughout the kingdom, or, among some of the older noble bloodlines, arranging political marriages to strengthen alliances and preserve family legacies. Even then, those customs had always seemed odd to you.
But food? Food was life. No ruler worthy of a crown would ever ask their people to pay for the ocean's gifts.
“Humans make eating very difficult.” You decided, still trying to wrap your mind around the concept of it.
“Sometimes we do.” She agreed, her voice warm with affection. “You'll get the hang of it and until then you've got me. I'll keep teaching you about my world, and you can keep teaching me about yours.”
You could barely contain the grin that spread across your face once you heard her say that. “Can I still bring you fish?”
“You can,” Katara said, pecking your lips as her arms hung loosely over your shoulders. “Just promise me the fish comes from a grocery bag instead of someone's aquarium.”
You considered the request with all the seriousness of someone negotiating a royal treaty before giving a firm nod. “I can do that.”
“Good.”
“But,” You hesitated, a playful glint finding its way into your eyes. “If the store runs out..”
Katara laughed so hard she nearly doubled over. Of course you were already plotting, she expected nothing less from you.
“Then,” She said between breaths, twirling a strand of your hair around her finger. “I'll happily let my very beautiful girlfriend hunt for dinner away from crowds.”
An: I know I promised hurt/comfort but this got done before that one so I hope its okay. I want to write more of these two so drop some ideas in the comments. Also this is unedited so if you see mistakes ignore them I'll circle back.
Batsis who's handsome in the same way old black and white movie stars were handsome. Sharp jaw. Tired eyes. Quiet smile. Wears suits better than Bruce ever could.
Batsis who's more "young prince" than "princess."
Batsis who gets called "sir" at least five times a day and never corrects anyone.
Batsis who forgets she's actually a woman.
Batsis who Bruce introduces as "my daughter," and people laugh because they think he's joking.
Batsis who has never once been offended when someone mistakes her for a man.
Batsis who genuinely doesn't care.
Batsis who wears whatever's comfortable because clothes are just... clothes.
Batsis who doesn't even realize she's handsome because she has absolutely zero interest in thinking about herself that much.
Batsis who wears the same jacket until Alfred secretly replaces it because it's literally falling apart.
Batsis who owns one pair of shoes until the soles peel off.
Batsis who buys shampoo because "it says hair on it."
Batsis who thinks skincare is washing her face with water.
Batsis who somehow still has perfect skin.
Batsis who accidentally steals every girl's heart just by asking if she got home safely.
Batsis who has no idea why women blush around her.
Batsis who has absolutely zero fashion sense but somehow becomes everyone's Pinterest board.
Batsis who's somehow more masculine than Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian combined.
Batsis who gets hit on by women every single day.
Batsis who genuinely thinks girls are just really friendly.
Batsis who's painfully aware when a man is flirting.
Batsis who just smiles awkwardly and says, "Sorry, not interested."
Batsis who has rejected half of Gotham without even realizing she rejected them.
Batsis who has zero game intentionally.
Batsis who has infinite game accidentally.
Batsis who doesn't know what a parasocial relationship is.
Batsis who still uses wired headphones.
Batsis who doesn't understand why everyone's obsessed with followers.
Batsis who still pays cash.
Batsis who still owns an MP3 player.
Batsis who has a flip phone somewhere because "it still works."
Batsis who genuinely lives like it's 2012.
Batsis who doesn't care.
Batsis who can disappear for weeks because she forgot her phone at home.
Batsis who old ladies absolutely adore.
Batsis who helps strangers carry groceries without being asked.
Batsis who notices crying people before anyone else does.
Batsis who sits beside complete strangers like they've known each other for years.
Batsis who says things like, "You don't have to talk. I'll sit here."
Batsis whose presence alone makes people stop panicking.
Batsis who feels like the safest person in the room.
Batsis who has the emotional intelligence Bruce spent forty years trying to develop.
Batsis who doesn't understand why everyone makes emotions so complicated.
Batsis who thinks therapy sounds pretty reasonable.
Batsis who tells Bruce, "You know... you could've just talked to someone."
Batsis who says it with complete sincerity.
Batsis who genuinely cannot understand why Bruce has spent decades torturing himself.
Batsis who's like, "You're rich."
"Go to therapy."
" ... "
Batsis who asks Jason, "Didn't you die, then come back?"
"...Yeah?"
"So... you're alive now."
"...Yeah?"
"So what's the issue?"
Jason nearly explodes.
Batsis who looks at Dick flirting with cashiers and asks, "Do you ever get tired?"
Batsis who watches Tim survive on coffee and asks, "Have you tried sleeping?"
Batsis who tells Damian, "You'll probably be six feet someday."
"I AM STILL GROWING."
"I know, buddy."
"I AM NOT YOUR BUDDY."
Batsis who ruffles his hair anyway.
Batsis who gets punched for it.
Batsis who laughs because Damian's tiny fists genuinely don't hurt.
Batsis who's Jason's biggest hater.
Not because she dislikes him.
Because bullying Jason is funny.
Batsis who steals his helmet.
Batsis who hides his guns with the orange safety tips attached.
Batsis who changes his ringtone to Barbie Girl.
Batsis who calls him "princess."
Batsis who's Dick's number one opp.
Batsis who tells every girl Dick brings home embarrassing childhood stories.
Batsis who calls him "Richard" with absolutely venomous affection.
Batsis who makes Tim leave his computer just to ask where the TV remote is.
Batsis who knows exactly where it is.
Batsis who's Damian's strongest enemy.
Batsis who buys him children's meal toys just to watch him get mad.
Batsis who reaches over and uses his head as an armrest.
Batsis who says, "You're perfect height."
Damian sees red.
Batsis who calls every single one of them "bro."
"Move, bro."
"Eat your food, bro."
"Fuck you, bro."
Batsis who gets called "bro" back so often that Alfred has to remind guests she is, in fact, Miss Wayne.
Batsis who has actual locker room conversations with her brothers.
"Bro."
"Yeah?"
"You ever think pigeons are kinda weird?"
"...Honestly?"
"Yeah."
Twenty minute discussion.
Batsis who has absolutely no interest in celebrity drama.
Batsis who found out who Taylor Swift was because Steph wouldn't stop talking about her.
Batsis who only have one abandoned YouTube channel.
Batsis who uploads a two hour horror game stream every six months.
No editing.
No thumbnail.
No explanation.
Title: "game."
Gets two million views.
Leaves.
Batsis who never reads the comments.
Batsis who forgets she even has a channel.
Batsis who's impossible to find online.
No Instagram.
No TikTok.
No Twitter.
No LinkedIn.
No Snapchat.
No BeReal.
Nothing.
Batsis who has the most boring apartment imaginable despite being a billionaire.
One couch.
One TV.
One mug.
One plant that's somehow still alive.
Batsis who values peace over literally everything.
Batsis who disappears for three days just because she wanted to go hiking.
Didn't tell anyone.
Forgot.
Comes home.
Bruce almost filed a missing person's report.
"Oh."
"My bad."
Batsis who is hard to embarrass.
Batsis who doesn't care if people think she's weird.
Batsis who doesn't care if people think she's attractive.
Batsis who doesn't care if people think she's ugly.
Batsis who doesn't care if people think she's masculine.
Batsis who doesn't care if people think she's feminine.
Batsis who's just...
Existing.
Comfortably.
Batsis who's somehow the most emotionally stable member of the Batfamily.
Which honestly says more about the family than it does about her.
Azula my internalized homophobia queen. Maybe she knew you since childhood and maybe you just smile at her so sweetly she can't help but feel it thrumming on her heart strings. How soft you are compared to her yet you still have this stubborn quality to you. It wouldn't be fun if you didn't you'll just be like the rest of the sheep she herds. Anyway you need to burn in hell for making her feel any sort of "weak" emotion never mind a taboo one.
-💌
azula's problem is that she's too intelligent. she knows that she's the less advantageous sibling, strategically speaking; that she's the younger one, the female one, and now—apparently—a deviant one, too. had her father not ostracized zuko out of a grudge towards his sibling, she would have been the one on the chopping block. she knows this just as well as she knows that she did luck out, in the end, so she's determined not to waste that hard-kept good luck.
that's where you come in. you aren't her lover, because you can't be, and you are hardly a woman—hardly a human, as far as she is concerned. for her purposes, you have to be something else: a favored pet, perhaps, or a useful servant. a chair to rest her feet on, a toy to busy her hands with. a performance of cruelty has always come naturally to her, and yet with you the extent of it is great enough to turn every interaction into a farce—a jolting, sharp-edged comedy. there is no tenderness. a craving is cut open, examined, then satiated, brutally and pitilessly. you don't have to wonder whether she loves you—she makes it clear that she does not.
...but, of course, the sentiment seeps out. controlled though azula may be, she can't change her essence, nor can she light a fire strong enough to purify it. your existence is the seed of her failure; your presence fosters her dependence. having tasted what loving is like, she can't not love anymore. she can't pretend not to fear your absence, for all the relief it is supposed to bring.
actor aang and actor reader who have been in projects together since childhood. so the first time they meet is during a cast reading for a show they both got roles for. you were playing his companion and love interest as aang had gotten the lead role (yes, this is for avatar the last airbender 😌). aang definitely fell first and tried to impress you through various means. also definitely asked if you liked bad boys when you said, during an interview, that you found zuko's character hot. the rest of the cast and crew found it very funny but imnensely endearing how obvious aang's crush was on you and how oblivious you were.
BUT over the years, you reciprocated his feelings and you both started dating in your teens. then you never broke up and eventually got married while having a private ceremony with only immediate family and close friends.
i like to think that you and aang are like zendaya and tom! so no one knows what goes on in your person lives and you're equally protective of each other and your peace. all the people know about you both is your acting careers and small tidbits that you allow the world to know and see.
and the world eats it up SO MUCH. there are so many pictures of aang staring at you adoringly, smiling proudly when you win an award and always having a hand on the small of your back at any given moment.
and there are just as many of you cheering loudly at aang's wins, staring at him with such adoration and always reaching for him during red carpet events because he's your safe space.
you guys are just That Couple and it's so beautiful. 🤧
you and tim love watching fan edits of yourselves - Batsis!Reader
Being famous had its downsides, but also had it's bright sides, one being getting edited (well, in your cases more often memed)
Which leads you and your brother to the position you are in right now.
It's 1:47AM, you and Tim were taken off the patrol roster because you had studying to do and Tim was sick thanks to his Victorian child immunity. Neither of you were doing anything remotely productive.
You were tucked comfortably beneath the blankets, your back resting against the upholstered headboard while Tim lay beside you, constantly hogging the sheets. Your bedroom television filled the far wall, currently mirroring your phone as you scrolled through TikTok.
Tim reached over and stole one of the chocolate-covered strawberries you had made that were sitting on the bedside table.
"You know," he said through a mouthful, "I think watching edits of ourselves before bed is incredibly narcissistic."
You didn't look away from your screen, you were right where you wanted to be, at home, in bed, eating.
"Dude, I think I just hit nirvana, this is so peak so shut up."
You continued scrolling through your fyp, being met with the endless array of edits of you, edits of tim, the two of you being hilarious siblings, the two of you failing to beat the nepo baby allegations, and more.
The occasional poor thirst edit of Dick would come up, a few random quips of something controversial your dad said on the weekend at a gala, people hypothesising who you're dating, why your sister Cass isn't dating (not that they're aware of) and fan accounts comparing Damian and North West.
"Ooh that transition was clean." He says while chewing a strawberry.
"Oh my days Tim did you see that edit of Uncle Clark I sent you?"
"Yeah I did, sent that shit straight to Conner."
"Wait why is there so many edits of me to Bad Bunny songs." Tim asks, pointing at the edit on the TV.
"Better yet, why do you get clipped so much." You joke
"Shut the fuck up every single one of your expressions is a reaction pic."
"On bunda you get more memes made of you."
You guys then decided on sacking TikTok, instead moving to Youtube and watching mukbangs.
"Put seafood boil videos."
"Piss off I'm putting chocolate cake asmr on."
"Alfred made some yesterday we can eat while we watch."
"Wait Tim can you call Duke and tell him to come up here."
(do you guys call and text your family from across the house or is that just me? sometimes icbf to go downstairs and tell them something so i text lmao)
Tim, now on the phone with Duke, demands him to come upstairs bearing chocolate cake, with the boy materialising in a matter of a few moments.
"Duke come sit with us."
"You biggies were too lazy to get this stuff yourself?"
"Don't you have a match tomorrow? Shouldn't you be asleep Duke?" You ask him, to which he responds "Should you be studying? That's why Bruce took you off patrol."
"Toupée."
"I think you mean touché"
"No that one's the wig, dumbass."
"Just eat your cake."
So you do <3
(sorry for the clapped ending)
A/N: This is so cheeks icl. Inspired by me and my brother lying in bed watching tiktok edits and shitting on the MasterChef dishes while eating Haldiram's gulab jamun straight out the tin #speedrunningdiabetes. (God bless my dad who installed a new TV into my room)
synopsis ⠀:: ⠀ when you do something that makes them question their sexuality.
including ⠀! ⠀ barbara gordon. stephanie brown. cassandra cain. rachel grayson. jessica todd. tessa drake. diana wayne. ✶
contents ⠀! ⠀ fem reader. obsession. genderbend batboys. women are hot asf. women who love women are angels. masterlist. english is not my first language. ✶
BARBARA GORDON
She is helping you study.
You're leaning over her shoulder to read something on her laptop.
You absentmindedly rest your chin on her shoulder.
"..."
She freezes.
A full body lock, every nerve suddenly tuned to the warmth of your jaw settling into the curve where her neck meets her shoulder. Your breath ghosts across her collarbone, a soft, steady rhythm she can feel through her shirt.
Why do you smell so nice?
Warm skin, clean cotton, and a faint sweetness that makes her mouth water.
No, that's a weird thought.
You're her friend.
Girls smell nice.
Probably.
Then you laugh softly at something on the screen.
Your hand brushes hers.
Barbara's heart skips so fast she nearly drops the keyboard.
"Why that was... hot?"
She spends the next three hours secretly googling things like:
"Can straight women think their female friend is attractive?"
"Why am I nervous around my friend suddenly?"
"Why I feel hot when she touch me?"
By midnight she's staring at her ceiling.
"...Oh fuck."
STEPHANIE BROWN
You're shopping together.
You come out of the changing room wearing a cute dress.
She looks up.
It’s nothing outrageous—just soft fabric that drapes exactly right, hugging your waist, skimming your thighs. But when you do a little spin, the hem flutters up just enough.
"Steph?"
...
...
"..."
Her mouth is completely dry.
The way the light catches the curve of your collarbone, the way the dress moves when you shift your weight, the way you’re looking at her expectantly with those eyes.
Pretty.
...
"WAIT."
She immediately stares at a random lamp, cheeks burning.
"Wow."
"Cool lamp."
You're confused.
"What lamp?"
"I LOVE LAMPS."
She refuses to look at you for the next ten minutes because every time she does—
Pretty girl.
Pretty smile.
Pretty eyes.
"OH GOD."
By the end of the day she's texting Barbara:
"Hypothetically... if your friend is really pretty... and you can’t stop picturing the way her dress hugged her... everything..."
Barbara replies almost immediately.
"You like girls."
Steph throws her phone across the room and presses her thighs together in mortified confusion.
CASSANDRA CAIN
Cass doesn't really categorize attraction with words.
She notices feelings first.
You're laughing.
Your eyes crinkle.
You gently fix the collar of her jacket.
Your fingertips graze the sensitive skin just below her jaw.
"There."
"..."
Cass forgets how to breathe.
Like actually.
Her throat closes. Her heart slams once, hard, then stutters into a frantic rhythm. A flush crawls up her neck, hot and prickly, and her stomach clenches like she’s missed a step on a rooftop.
You tilt your head.
"Cass?"
Nothing.
Her brain has become static.
You poke her cheek.
"...You alive?"
Tiny nod.
Very pink ears.
That night she signs to Barbara:
"Heart...weird."
Barbara immediately assumes medical emergency.
"No."
Cass signs awkwardly.
"Girl."
Barbara slowly blinks.
"Oh."
"...OH."
RACHEL GRAYSON
Tonight she's supposed to be going on a date with her boyfriend, Brandon.
You're helping her get ready.
She sits on your bed while you stand between her knees, close enough that the heat of your body radiates against her.
"So..."
"Don't laugh."
"I'll try."
"I'm nervous."
You laugh anyway.
"It's just Brandon."
"I know!"
You gently tilt her chin.
"Look at me."
She does.
Big mistake.
You're wearing an old crop top.
Every time you lean in, she catches a glimpse of your collarbone...
...the soft curve of your tits peeking above the neckline...
Then your fingers gently rest under her chin.
"So pretty."
You murmur it absentmindedly while blending her makeup.
Pretty...?
You lean even closer.
"Stay still."
Your thumb brushes the corner of her mouth.
Then you carefully apply lip gloss.
"So..."
"..."
"...Almost done."
She isn't listening.
She's staring.
Your eyes are focused completely on her lips.
Your face is only inches away.
Your own lips part slightly in concentration.
Why...
Why do you look so pretty?
Why is the scent of your perfume making her dizzy?
Why does she want to lean forward and close that tiny, unbearable distance?
You finally finish.
"There!"
You beam at her.
The sweetest smile she's ever seen.
"So gorgeous."
She forgets Brandon exists.
For about thirty very confusing seconds.
She stares.
You wave a hand.
"Earth to Rachel?"
"..."
"...Babe?"
"...Can..."
She coughs.
"...Can you...do my makeup again?"
"I literally just finished."
"...Again."
"Why?"
"...Practice."
She absolutely considers canceling her date.
Suddenly she'd rather spend the evening with you cuddling than going out.
JESSICA TODD
Some creep has been bothering you for nearly ten minutes.
You keep trying to leave.
He won't let you.
Then—
A hand grabs his shoulder.
"You deaf?"
Her voice is terrifyingly calm.
"She said no."
One glare.
The guy decides life is precious and disappears.
She immediately turns toward you.
"You okay?"
You don't answer.
Instead—
You throw yourself into her arms.
She catches you immediately.
Your face presses against her chest.
Your fingers clutch her jacket.
When you finally look up—
Your eyes are watery.
Your lips are in the saddest little pout.
"...Thank you."
She feels so fucking hot it's emberassing.
"I..."
"I really needed you."
You sniffle.
"...Can you take me home?"
...
...
Take you home.
You need her.
You're holding her.
Jes forgets how to speak.
"...Uh."
"...Yeah."
"...Home."
She puts an arm around your shoulders.
The whole walk back she's staring aggressively forward because every single time she looks down—
You're leaning against her.
Trusting her.
Depending on her.
Her brain keeps screaming.
FUCKING GOD YOU'RE SO FUCKING ADORABLE.
SHE WILL FIGHT THE ENTIRE CITY FOR YOU.
WAIT.
WHY WOULD SHE FIGHT THE ENTIRE CITY FOR YOU?
Halfway home you hook your pinky around hers without thinking.
She nearly trips over absolutely nothing.
TESSA DRAKE
She has a scientific explanation for everything.
Surely this has one too.
You've fallen asleep beside her during an all night investigation.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you cannot believe this day is real; the day you’re marrying the love of your life, jason todd.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, absolute fluff, corny ahhh vows, bruce giving a speech, batcat + dickory crumb(s), brucejason moment, also someone PLEASE lmk if the read more thing works!, 2.3k words
Jason plays with his tie for what feels like the hundredth time. His reflection looks like the picture of calm, but inside he’s a jumble of nerves.
“She can still run away.”
Jason glares at Damian from over his shoulder. “Don’t you have some sword to play with?”
“I am attempting to prepare you for all possible outcomes.”
Before Jason can snap something back, Dick steps in—are his eyes red again? “You're getting married. You're allowed to freak out a little.”
“I’m not.” He deadpans.
Tim has his hands shoved into his pockets. “I've checked everything three times. Nothing's on fire.”
“Right.”
Roy grins. “You’re totally nervous.”
Jason huffs. “You four are the worst groomsmen ever to exist.”
A chorus of protests ensues. While they bicker amongst each other, Jason goes quiet. It still feels surreal to him that, in less than an hour, you’ll become Mrs. Todd. He has more contingency plans than what's deemed sane for today, and yet Jason can’t help feeling nervous because what if? What if somebody barges in? Or there’s a breakout at Arkham? Or whatever else might happen that will ruin today.
He’s spent most of his life waiting for the other shoe to drop. Now that he’s so close to a future with you—he doesn’t want to lose it like all of the other good things he’s ever had.
“Where’s Biz anyway?”
Everyone pauses for a moment, then Roy says, “I think he said he wasn’t going to eat.”
Jason curses.
He knows it’s stupid; there’s less than half an hour left before you two pronounce your vows and get legally married. But. He needed to see you. The sky is blue and the grass is green; it’s another universal truth that your sole presence calms Jason.
He knocks on the door of the room you’re in. Hands in his pockets, still as a rock.
Steph pokes out her head. “You can’t see the bride just yet. So, shoo!” She motions with her hand for him to leave.
“I need to talk with her.”
Steph’s eyes soften and she lets out an over-exaggerated sigh. “You are literally the most dramatic groom I've ever met.”
She then shuts the door in Jason’s face. Wow, rude.
There’s chattering inside, a few noises of protest, but slowly all of the bridesmaids trickle out. Before Jason can step in, you take hold of the door.
“You can’t see me yet, it’s a surprise.”
He slumps against the door. “Mhm. I just wanted to hear your voice.”
There’s a beat of silence, and then you sound closer—you must be in the same position he’s in. “Hey, Jay?”
“Yes, princess?”
“Do you… do you feel slightly nervous?” Before he can answer, you continue. “It’s not like a bad nervous, it’s like a… rollercoaster. Yeah, that’s it!”
“You’re comparing our marriage to a rollercoaster?”
You laugh. “It’s those same nerves, exciting but you still have a funny feeling in your stomach.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” He pauses. “I had to get out of there. It’s just—I want today to be perfect. You deserve nothing less.”
“You bastard.” There’s a sniffle on the other side. “You can’t ruin my makeup before the pictures are taken.”
Jason widens his eyes in panic, almost getting up and barging in. He cannot handle it when you cry. “What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
“Because I love you so much.”
His shoulders slump; what a relief. “I love you too.”
“I don’t need today to be perfect, just by being with you it already is.”
Jason grins, head tilted against the wall. “You’re not getting rid of me now.”
It’s only Jason and the wedding officiant in the room. It’s a beautiful room, with a massive marble fireplace, wooden floors, details on the walls and columns. There’s a large window at the back that shows the sprawling gardens of the estate. To the side, a mahogany desk with all of the paperwork and pens for everyone to sign.
The light trickles in and hits Jason on the face, but he doesn’t blink once, completely absorbed by the still-closed door.
Then it does, with a light click. Jason’s world tilts.
Jason is not a religious man, but he knows an angel when he sees one. You look absolutely stunning; he swears his heart stops.
He picks at the collar of his suit. “Yeah— that’s not fair.”
You laugh and walk over to him at the window. Your fingers gently readjust his collar. “You look stunning, Mr. Todd.”
He can’t help the expression of pure adoration that is written all over his face.
“Shall we begin?” the officiant says.
You nod and release Jason’s collar. To be honest, Jason doesn’t hear a single word of what the officiant is saying—he's too busy looking at you.
“I do,” he manages to say.
And then, “I do.”
“You’re now husband and wife.” The man smiles at the two of you. “Now for the personal vows.”
Jason slips a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket. It’s been touched and folded far too many times. He actually doesn’t need it; he knows the speech by heart, but still.
“I never thought I'd be standing here.” He looks at the floor for a second before locking eyes with yours. “Not because I didn't believe in love or anything. I just never thought I'd be lucky enough to keep it. I've spent most of my life fighting; fighting to survive, fighting to be understood, fighting against the parts of myself I wish I could leave behind. Then you came along, and for the first time, being with someone didn't feel like another battle.”
Small tears are already blossoming in your eyes, a lonely tear or two falling down the slope of your cheek, and you’re fighting a smile.
“You saw me at my worst and stayed. You saw the anger, the scars, the mistakes, the things that keep me awake at night—and somehow, you loved me anyway. I don't know if I'll ever deserve that. What I do know is that every morning I wake up beside you, I'll spend the rest of my life trying. I promise to be honest with you, even when it's difficult. I promise to trust you with the pieces of myself I've always kept hidden. I promise to stand beside you when life is easy and when it isn't. I promise that no matter what happens, you'll never face it alone.
“I can't promise perfection. You know better than anyone that I'm far from perfect.”
Jason is not even hesitant; he delivers his words like gospel—a mix of unwavering security and blind faith.
“But I can promise this: you will always have my heart, my loyalty, and a home with me. And if the world ever comes for you, it'll have to go through me first. I love you. Today, tomorrow, and every day I have left. And I choose you. Every single time.”
Tears are freely falling from your eyes, and he’s quick to wipe them away. You let out a small laugh and start yours.
“Jason,” you let out a small laugh and shoot him a pointed stare. “You can’t laugh.”
Jason’s eyes are absolutely soft. His entire body is relaxed, and you’re sure he doesn’t realize he’s inching closer. “Wouldn’t dare to.” You take a breath. “People see your strength first. They see the confidence, the stubbornness, the way you walk into every room like you're ready to challenge the world. But that's not the man I fell in love with. I fell in love with the man who cares so deeply it hurts.” You smile, getting emotional again. “I mean, remember when we met?”
Jason smiles.
“I fell for the man who would give everything he has for the people he loves. The man who pretends he doesn't need anyone, but reaches for my hand when he thinks no one is looking. You have the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. And it is the greatest privilege of my life to be trusted with it. I promise to love every version of you: the fearless one, the angry one, the gentle one, the kind one. And the one who is still learning that he doesn't have to carry everything by himself. I promise to remind you that you are worthy of love on the days you forget. I promise to laugh with you, argue with you, grow with you, and stand beside you through every chapter of our lives. I promise to be your peace when the world becomes too loud.
“Your partner when the road gets hard. And your home, wherever we are. You once told me that trust doesn't come easily to you. So thank you for trusting me. I choose you too, in the good and bad days, no matter what happens because, Jason, I love you. With my whole soul.”
Jason says nothing for a second, a thousand thoughts and feelings crossing his face. You instinctively brush one of his hairs away from his forehead; he closes his eyes briefly. Moves closer, his hands gravitating to your waist to kiss you—
The officiant coughs, and even he looks moved, but he snaps out of it and redirects the two of you to the table. “We need the two witnesses now.”
Roy and Dick are there in less than a second, eagerly picking up the pens and signing. You and Jason do too—you even share the same blue ballpoint.
The officiant reads over the document, making sure nothing is amiss. “Perfect. You’re now legally husband and wife.” He smiles. “Congratulations to both of you.”
Jason captures your mouth. The kiss is both sweet and hungry, and by the time you two remember that you can’t kiss for eternity, he smiles, forehead pressed to yours. “I love you, Mrs. Todd.”
You kiss him again. “I love you too, Mr. Todd.”
The wedding is perfect. Or rather, it’s perfect because Jason is there enjoying it by your side.
There’s dancing and drinking, laughter and cheering, and the constant congratulations! The muscles of your face hurt from how much you’re smiling, but you won’t stop.
Time moves far too quickly, and you’re caught in a dream you don’t want to wake up from. You see the world through a sparkling filter; everything is bright and good, and what could ever go wrong if you and Jason are together? Then comes Bruce’s speech.
He stands up, perfectly poised and straight. Beside him, Selina is looking up at him with a look of pure love. She squeezes his arm, and he gives her a small private smile.
“I’m not fond of speeches. Most of you know that. Yet somehow my children keep finding reasons to put me in situations where public speaking is expected. Tonight is no exception.”
There’s a small ripple of laughter.
“When Jason was young, there was never a quiet moment. He was curious about everything, stubborn about everything, and absolutely convinced he knew better than everyone around him. Some things never change.”
Some more laughter, and you lean against your husband’s arm—you’ll never get sick of saying that. He presses a kiss to your hair, eyes slowly moving from you to Bruce.
“What has changed is the man he's become.” Jason suddenly finds the tablecloth really interesting. “People see Jason's strength first. His determination. His ability to keep moving forward no matter what stands in his way. What I've always admired most is his heart. Jason cares deeply. Sometimes more deeply than is good for him. He loves fiercely. He protects fiercely. And when someone earns a place in his life, he never stops fighting for them. That has always been true.
“Today, I watched him look at the woman he loves, and I realized something. For a very long time, Jason spent his life surviving. Now he's building one with this lovely woman by his side.”
He looks at the two of you, smiling at you first— it’s not wide, but it’s honest— then settling on Jason.
“And there is nothing I could be more proud of. To my new daughter—thank you. For standing beside him and seeing the good in him that has always been there. And to Jason—there is very little left for me to teach you. But if I can offer one piece of advice, it's this: the people we love are not burdens we carry. They are gifts. Cherish this one every day.”
He raises his flute of champagne, and the rest of the guests follow.
“Congratulations. I love you. And I'm proud of you. To the happy couple.”
Dick starts crying immediately, Roy pretends he isn't emotional while actively crying into his drink, and Damian acts disgusted by the display while secretly recording it.
Those are just a few of the reactions Jason catches before raising his glass to Bruce and then slowly drinking. Things are not perfect between them—they may or may not ever be—but this, this is progress.
The cake comes next; exactly like the one on your Pinterest board, made from a mix of yours and Jason’s favorite flavors. You cut it together, but the moment the knife is away, you sink your fingers into it and smash it all over his face.
Everything stops for a second, and then Jason is laughing. Bright and loud, before he takes another piece and does the same thing to you, aiming for your mouth instead (he doesn’t want to ruin your makeup).
The world fades away when you and Jason have your first dance together. Your head is pressed to his chest. Looking up, you find he’s already looking at you before making you spin. You giggle and pull him down for another kiss (Damian pretends to be disgusted in the crowd).
The dancers come onto the floor; Roy and Lian, Kory and Dick, Damian and you (though he claims he does not dance but does so anyway), Bruce and Selina, Artemis and Jason at some point…
Jason and you end up exhausted, tipsy, and drunk on your love for each other. Buzzing with excitement for the honeymoon.
— Barbara thinks your son hates her, but she couldn't be more wrong.
!!:pure fluff. fem!reader, wlw. no use of y/n. Reader got pregnant before dating Babs. Might be a bit ooc idk. English is not my first language. Not proofread. 864 words (short but sweet).
A/N: I'm bringing my very first fic of my wife in pride month yayyy! Hope you guys like it.
[dc masterlist]
“I think he hates me.”
You had been reading a book peacefully, seated on your side of the bed, when your girlfriend entered your room pouting like a small child.
“Who? Dani?” You asked, trying to suppress a laugh, as Barbara sits down next to you.
“Yes. Today he didn’t give me a kiss when I picked him up after school, and right now he asked me if you were going to wake him up tomorrow.” Barbara laid down on the bed. Her head on her pillow, looking up to the ceiling. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, seconds away from starting to bite them.
Your son, Daniel, only six years old, had been acting strange with Barabra for the past days. Your girlfriend claimed that he ignored her, or insisted on having you doing anything instead of her. He was always asking for you or acting like an independent child whenever you weren’t around.
This behaviour obviously hurt her. She understood Daniel’s attachment to you, after all you were the biological mother and he had already been born before you two started dating. But Barbara had been present during Daniel’s six years of life—he even called her mom—so why was he acting like this right now?
“I’m sure he’s just having a rebel stage.” You said while leaving your book on the nightstand and moving to lay down next to Barbara. “I wouldn’t think much of it.”
“The signs were there,” she started rambling again. “You’re ‘mommy’ and I'm just ‘mom’. He has never truly liked me.”
Barabra turned her head to look at you, expecting to see you as worried as her, but instead she was greeted with you—her beautiful girlfriend—smirking and seconds away from laughing your ass off.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Barbara frowned.
“Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?” You teased.
You understood Barbar’s situation, as well as her concern, but she was overthinking the attitude of a six-year-old boy who clearly had been influenced by someone in school.
“Am I being dramatic?” Barbara sat on the bed. Her eyes were wide open, her mouth too and there wasn’t a single muscle in her body that didn’t scream “betrayal” all over.
You couldn’t resist anymore, covering your mouth while you laughed. And once you had calmed down you cupped Barbara’s cheeks and gave her a sweet kiss.
“Don’t worry sweetie, we’ll find out why Dani’s acting like this tomorrow morning.” Your voice was sweet and calm. Your hands were caressing her cheeks while Barbar’s right hand moved to touch your waist. “Maybe you can make him your famous pancakes, they might help.”
Barbara smiled at that. Dani loved her pancakes, and he loved them more when Barbara added chocolate chips to the dough.
Yes, the pancakes could work.
Dani woke up by the smell of pancakes being made, but he decided to stay in bed for you to wake him up, showering him with kisses, like you usually did.
But you didn't. Instead you entered his room and opened the curtains, letting the morning sun into his room, and then you sat in his bed.
“We gotta talk, little man.” You didn’t sound mad, or annoyed. But Dani didn’t like to hear you saying that.
He uncovered his face slowly, appearing in between his bedsheets. “Good morning mommy.”
“Good morning, sweetheart. Would you like to tell me what’s happening with you and Babs?” You asked calmly, while touching your son’s hair with the softens only mothers have in their hands.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing? Then why is she sad?”
“Mom 's sad?” Dani sat down instantly. His lip started trembling and his eyes began watering. You knew that whatever he had been doing these past days wasn’t on purpose. He loved Barbara and he had never wanted to hurt her.
“I think you should give her a hug, what do you think?” You whispered, like it was a secret.
Daniel didn’t need to be told twice. He left his bed and bolted towards the kitchen.
Barbara had been finishing preparing the pancakes when she felt a small body hugging her legs.
“I’m sorry mom, I didn't know you were sad. Don’t be sad, please.” Dani’s head was buried in Barbara's thigh, while he gripped her pajama pants like his life depended on it.
Bab’s moved the pan and turned off the stove before crouching down to be at Dani’s level.
“Don’t worry honey,” Dani looked like a kicked puppy. His eyes were full of love, admiration and guilt, making Barbara feel bad for overthinking yesterday night. Looking at Dani like that made her heart melt. “I’m fine now that you hugged me. Hugs cure everything, right? just like mommy says.”
Dani hugged her properly this time, his tiny arms wrapping around his mom’s neck.
You enjoyed the interaction from a distance. Your son and your girlfriend. The two loves of your life. Your little family. You wouldn't trade this for nothing.
When Dani felt the hug had just been more than enough, he broke it to look at Barbara and asked: “Are the pancakes ready?”
masc!wally west who is nonchalant while texting but a complete mess if you meet in person. I'm talking about stuttering, sweaty hands... all of that shit. She's a nervous wreck because a pretty girl like you is paying attention to her.
masc!wally west who isn't really experienced in sapphic relationships, even if everything about her screams LESBIAN in capitals and in bold, you're surprised when she tells you about all the men that approach her.
masc!wally west who blushes a lot when you kiss, she giggles into your mouth and melts with you every goddamn time. She's slightly taller than you and when you tell her that you find the little gesture of ducking her head down to meet your lips very hot, she just blushes and goes: "R-really? Why?" You just shrug your shoulders and kiss her cheek so she stops thinking about it that much.
masc!wally west who has nice muscles and is veryyy strong, she can pick you up easily and she's down to do all the trends on TikTok about picking her fem up. You love resting your head in her bicep when you cuddle, your free hand tickling her toned stomach. "You're so strong," you mumble once, a little sleepy. "Would you snap me in a half if I asked you?" She looks down at you in distress, not knowing what's the correct answer to that.
masc!wally west who has her ears and eyebrow pierced, you went with her to get the eyebrow piercing done and she was terrified! Held your hand during the whole process and then said to herself that she was super brave.
masc!wally west who gets mistaken by a dude every once in a while, specially when you two are walking side by side, holding hands. People just assume that she's your boyfriend, and there's something so satisfactory about telling them that she's actually your girlfriend.
masc!wally west who tries to cook for you on your anniversaries and always messes it up a little, but you eat every bite anyway because she looks so proud and nervous standing there in the kitchen with flour on her cheek. You wipe it off with your thumb and she pulls you in for a slow kiss that tastes like burnt cookies and pure love.
masc!wally west who lets you steal all her hoodies and jackets because seeing you swim in her clothes does something stupid to her heart. She'll come up behind you while you're wearing one, wrap her strong arms around your waist and rest her chin on your shoulder, mumbling "You look way better in that than i do."
masc!wally west who gets quiet and cuddly after a long day of hero stuff. She just wants to lay on the couch with you, head in your lap while you play with her hair. Every time you tell her how much you love her she hides her face against your thigh and mutters "Love you more" while trying to hide her blush.
masc!wally west who still gets butterflies every time you call her your girlfriend in public. She might play it cool around her friends but the second you say it she squeezes your hand a little tighter, a big dumb grin breaking across her face because yeah, she's yours and you're hers and nothing feels better than that.
a/n: RAWRRRRR I LOVE HERRRRRRRR i'm all about fem versions of characters i love every one of em <3333333
haruhi fujioka is the boy you choose to have a crush on to hide that you're a big ass lesbian ꒰ ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ
Your friends were the ones who dragged you to that Host Club, you didn't want to go at all. You have better things to do than sitting on a couch with random kids from your class to drink tea and talk. But they're so handsome! Your friends insisted on that and yes, objectively, they are pretty boys. But you can't see the appeal on them, you never did.
That was a problem for some time of your life, thinking there's something wrong with you because you don't like men, in your mind, you were going to spend all of your alone, and that would be a terrible outcome for simply not liking boys. At the same time, you loved being around girls, brushing their hair and doing your make up together, cuddling in sleepovers were your favorite activities to do.
It took you two whole years to realize that you were a lesbian.
You haven't really told anyone yet, not because you are ashamed, but because you don't feel ready. Maybe you are a little scared of your friends judging you and being weirded out by you.
So for now on, you are just keeping it on secret.
After your first visit to the Host Club, all of your friends had new crushes in each of the boys and when they asked you, you didn't know what to say so you just went with it.
"Fujioka-kun is cute," you said, shrugging your shoulders.
Your friends' eyes went wide the second those words left your mouth. One of them squealed, grabbing your arm so tight it almost hurt. "Oh my gosh, you like the quiet one? That's so perfect!"
You tried to play it cool, shrugging again like it was no big deal, but your face was already getting warm. "I mean, yeah. He's… nice. Cute. Whatever."
From that moment on, it was chaos. Your friends turned into full-on matchmakers overnight. They started dragging you back to the Host Club every single afternoon, claiming it was for their own crushes. But really, they spent half the time whispering and giggling while they pushed you toward Haruhi's corner of the room.
The first time they tried setting you up, you wanted to melt into the fancy carpet. You were sitting on one of those velvet couches, sipping tea you didn't even like, when two of your friends suddenly left you there alone with Haruhi, who was quietly organizing some paperwork.
"Um… hi," you managed, your voice coming out way too soft. Your heart was pounding so hard you thought he might hear it. Haruhi looked up, his big brown eyes blinking at you in mild confusion.
"Hello. You're back again," he said, smiling politely like always. "Do you want me to keep you company?"
"Um, I mean... if you want," you said, frowning a little.
Haruhi tilted his head a little, trying to figure out if you were okay. He offered you another cup and his fingers brushed yours when he handed it over, you nearly dropped the whole thing. He was so calm and normal while you felt like your brain was on fire.
After that, your friends got bolder. They started accidentally leaving you two alone in the music room during club hours. One time they even made up a fake club event where everyone had to pair up for some silly game. You ended up partnered with Haruhi for a dance and your hands shook so bad you stepped on his feet a couple of times.
"You're really nervous today," he said quietly, not looking at you directly because he knows that would make you even more nervous. "Is everything alright? You don't have to force yourself to come here if you don't enjoy it."
Your face burned. He thought you didn't like the club? That wasn't it at all. "No, I… I do. It's just... awkward. I'm awkward." You wanted to say more, but the words stuck in your throat.
Haruhi smiled. "I don't think you're awkward at all. In fact, I find you very sweet."
That. That shouldn't have made you feel like that. Your stomach was doing cartwheels over a boy? No way! You're not attracted to boys, even if they look cute and feminine like Haruhi.
But Haruhi was so nice with you. He'd just listen when you stumbled over small talk, offering thoughtful little comments about school or the ridiculous antics of the other hosts. Sometimes he'd even smile at you in that genuine way that made your stomach flip.
Your friends, meanwhile, were losing their minds. Always saying things like "HE LOOKED AT YOU FOR FIVE WHOLE SECONDS" and "GO FOR IT GIRL HE'S TOTALLY INTO YOU". You kept telling them to stop, that it wasn't like that, but they wouldn't listen. They were convinced this was the romance of the year.
At some point, everything started to feel too heavy. You slipped away after classes, finding an empty classroom on the third floor. The door clicked shut behind you and you slid down against the wall until you were sitting on the cool floor, knees pulled up to your chest.
You felt like the worst friend in the world. Every time they giggled about your "crush" on Fujioka-kun, you smiled and played along, but you were lying to them. Hiding the biggest part of yourself because you were scared they would look at you differently. What kind of friend does that?
The door slid open softly. You froze, quickly wiping your face with your sleeve, but it was too late. Haruhi stood there, holding a stack of papers, looking surprised to see anyone inside.
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt," he said. He hesitated, then stepped in and closed the door behind him. "Are you… okay? You look really upset."
You tried to say you were fine, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, fresh tears spilled over. Haruhi set his papers on a desk and sat down on the floor a respectful distance away.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he added after a moment. "But if you need to talk, I'm here."
That was enough for you to tell the whole story between sniffles. How your friends dragged you to the Host Club. How you panicked and said Fujioka-kun was cute just to have something to say. How they turned it into this huge thing, pushing you two together every chance they got. And then the bigger truth, the one you had never said out loud to anyone.
"I'm a lesbian, Haruhi," you whispered, staring at your hands. "I've known for a couple years now but I haven't told my friends yet. I'm so scared they'll think I'm weird or that it'll change everything between us. So I've been pretending to have a crush on you because you're a boy and it was the easiest way to keep the secret. But now everything feels like one big lie and I hate it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drag you into this mess."
You finally looked up at him, expecting confusion or maybe even discomfort. But Haruhi just sat there, blinking slowly as he processed everything.
"Thank you for trusting me with that," he said quietly. "It must have been really hard carrying it alone. Your friends sound like they care about you a lot. Maybe… they would surprise you if you told them? But I get why you're scared. Coming out is personal. You do it when you're ready."
Haruhi sat there quietly for a moment, letting his words settle between you. You wiped your tears again, feeling a little lighter just from his words and then he shifted a bit closer on the floor, gathering his thoughts.
"Since you trusted me with something so big, I want to trust you too." He paused, brushing some hair out of his face. "I'm actually a girl."
You blinked at him, not sure you heard right at first. "Huh?"
Haruhi turned fully towards you, a light flush on her cheeks. "Yeah. I never meant for the whole school to think I'm a boy, but after joining the Host Club I just went with it... also I do enjoy looking androgynous and spending time with beautiful girls."
You stared at her, everything clicking into place. The way she moved, the softness in her voice sometimes, how she never quite fit the loud boy energy of the other hosts. Your face grew hot as you realized your fake crush had been on a girl the whole time.
"Oh my god," you whispered, huffing a laugh. "What were the possibilities?"
She let out a quiet laugh, light and real. "It's kind of funny when you think about it."
You end up dropping your face to her shoulder, laughing against it. Haruhi also falls into laughter, wanting to wrap her arm around you but you already lifted your forehead from her shoulder and now you were looking at her right in the eyes.
"Do you really enjoy flirting with girls?" you asked her, wanting to know more about her.
"Yeah, actually I have a favorite," she says, biting her lips shyly.
"Really?" You arched your eyebrows, stopping yourself to ask who it was.
"Yup. She's really awkward sometimes, especially when her friends push her into things she doesn't want to do. But it's kind of cute. She has this pretty smile that she doesn't show enough. I didn't realize it at first, but every time she comes around the music room I find myself looking forward to seeing her."
She paused and looked right at you, waiting for you to catch up. "She's sitting right here, actually."
Your breath caught in your throat. "Me?" you whispered, pointing at yourself.
"Yeah, you."
You have no idea what people do in this situations so you just sit back in your heels, getting awkwardly close to Haruhi's face and you gave her a quick peck on the lips that she didn't even have time to give back.
a/n: I LOVE LESBIANSSSSS I LOVE HARUHIII AAAAAAAA. i need more fics of her i want to bite her cheeks and put her eyes in my boba tea
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