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You Were Never Messy (Roy Harper x Reader)

Chapter Specific Warning: Tooth Rotting Fluff

Overall Warning: Cheating, Angst, Argument, Unplanned Pregnancy, Single Parent, Eventual Happy Ending, Emotional damages, Probably OOC description of children idk man i don't know any of them, Second Chances, Fluff

Chapter Word Count: 820

Chapter: 11/11

Reader is Female.

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Author's Note: Thank you so much for reading!! <3 I hope you enjoyed my work!! :) Please reblog. Also, thank you to my beta! You're the best! <3

Summary: A knock on your door destroys your life. A few years later there's another knock on your door, but this time it's not as awful.

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Epilogue

“Dad, stop being so nervous, you’re stressing us out,” Arlo said and Lian nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, as much as I hate to admit it, dumb head is right. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Shut up, stupid face.”

“Dad, he called me stupid face.”

“She called me dumb head first.”

“Knock it off both of you,” Roy was pacing between the kitchen and the living room. The two preteens glared at each other before sticking out their tongues to antagonize one another. “Okay, you guys remember what to do and when?”

“Yes, Dad,” they stated in unison, annoyed at the amount of time he had asked them that.

“Okay, just making sure.” They heard the car pull up. “Okay, she’s here. She’s here. Places everyone.” He practically shrieked.

“I don’t know what he’s so nervous about, she’s gonna say yes.” Arlo stated matter-of-factly making his way to the front door with Lian.

“Right? Looking at him now, who would believe he’s a full time vigilante? Not me.”

“Exactly.” Both kids snickered as they waited for you.

“We’re home,” you stated, opening the front door carrying a small enthusiastic toddler in your arms.

“Hi, mom.” The kids at the door said in unions. “We’ll take the baby, we wanna show her something.” You raised your eyebrow at the two kids in front of you.

“Okay,” you said suspiciously, “be careful.”

“We will.” One of them said while the other took the excited toddler and disappeared up the stairs in your new house. You pivoted to lock the door behind you, wondering what they were up to. You turned around and took a few steps inside, rose petals were scattered everywhere, a few candles were lit, and soft romantic music was coming from somewhere in the house.

“Roy” you called out, making your way into the house.

“Hi,” he said when you go to the middle of the living room.

“What’s all this?” You smiled as he made his way towards you.

“What’s what?”

“The flowers, candles, music, and,” the smell of your favorite dish hitting you, “dinner?”

“I made your favorite.” He said, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“It’s not my birthday or Mother’s Day.”

“Why? Am I only allowed to be extra romantic on those days?” He snickered.

“Well, of course not.” You pecked his lips. “But this just seems a bit excessive for a date night.”

“Well, it’s more than a date night.”

“Huh?” Before you could ask what he meant by that. He got down on one knee. Oh shit, you thought, holy fucking shit. Before he could even say anything you blurted out a “yes.”

“But, I didn’t even ask yet. I could’ve been asking anything and you just said yes.”

“Sorry, sorry. Go ahead.” You already had happy tears in your eyes.

“Told you she would say yes,” a voice rang out from about.

“And you didn’t even have to ask her,” followed another voice.

“Will you all let me talk?” Roy huffed with exasperation. He took your hands into his. “I love you. You have given me more than I could’ve ever imagined, more than I deserve. And I’m so thankful for that. I’m so glad that the universe created you and put you in my life. Because I can’t see my life ever being this wonderful, in any other way, especially without you. I’m so enamored, inspired, and in love with you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, every last second, every last breath. So will you do me the honors and be legally Mrs. Harper?” Before you could answer he shushed you, “Let me ask the damn question with the stereotypical words first.” He let go of your hands to pull out the box. “Will you marry me?”

“Yes. Of course, I will. You know I’ll marry you. A million times yes.” You smiled through tears. He smiled back, slipping the ring onto your finger. You looked at him as he got up off the floor. You pulled him into a passionate kiss, pulling away only when you ran out of breath but still laying sweet and loving kisses on each other’s lips. “I love you,” you whispered between one of the kisses.

“Thanks, you too,” he smiled back. Roy started saying that as a joke to annoy you and now it had become your family’s habit to respond with that. You laughed and kissed him again, as if on cue, flowers started to rain down from above.

“You were supposed to throw those when I put on the ring,” Roy said, pulling away, to the three kids up above.

“Opps, sorry.” They muttered, coming down the stairs.

“Do you like the ring?” He asked you.

“I love it,” you said looking at it. He smiled at you as he picked up your toddler and he pulled the five of you into a big family hug.

You Were Never Messy (Roy Harper x Reader)

Chapter Specific Warning: None

Chapter Word Count: 1,536

Chapter: 10/11

Reader is Female.

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Author's Note: Omg, just the epilogue left! I hope you enjoy my work! :) Please reblog. Also, thank you to my beta! You're the best! <3

Summary: A knock on your door destroys your life. A few years later there's another knock on your door, but this time it's not as awful.

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Chapter 10

Almost every day afterwards, Lian and Arlo would talk on the phone. She would also talk your ear off any chance she got and you loved conversing with the little girl. Roy started noticing that she had picked up on some of your mannerism from all the time she spent with you and Arlo.

Ollie was over the moon when he found out about your son, he practically forced Roy to take him to see you and Arlo as soon as he found out. Jason and Kori were also over the moon to finally meet the mini Roy. All three basically becoming permanent fixtures in your life.

Either parent-child duo would be over at each other’s place as often as possible to the point that your stuff was scattered throughout the two households, leaving constant reminders of the other’s presence. Roy also started leaving Lian with you when he had to go on missions. In a matter of six or seven months, your lives had become completely intertwined and inseparable. Any doubts you had about how either child would situate with the situation were completely gone. You started to take on a motherly role for Lian, tucking her in at night, buying her clothes, doing her hair, showering her with love and affection, teaching her things, helping her with homework, listening to her problems—anything you did for Arlo you did for Lian. She even accidentally called you mom a few times, you never corrected or stopped her. The distinction between which child was yours and which wasn’t becoming blurrier and blurrier as time went on. You started to become a family—in fact you already had become a family.

But there was still an elephant in the room that you needed to address but kept avoiding. In front of the kids, you and Roy kept a very cordial platonic relationship, but in moments alone you acted like lovers. You didn’t want to confuse them to the nature of your relationship, because you didn’t know what the nature of your relationship was. But they had seen the stolen kisses and the affection that you, on some level, were trying to deny. Because the lingering voice in your head kept reminding you of the trust that he broke, the pain that he put you through. The longer this confusing relationship went on the more muddled everything started to get for your mind to process.

“I think we should talk,” you stated as you sat on the couch next to him after the kids were put to sleep and the chores were done.

“Okay. What do you wanna talk about?” He turned to look at you.

“Us.” You were fidgeting with a loose thread.

“Okay,” he gulped. He wasn’t sure where this was going; it was kind of sudden.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said, about giving you a second chance.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I want to, but there’s this lingering thought of what happened before, of you cheating on me. I’m not sure how to get that out of my mind completely. If I give you a second chance, you have to understand that to some degree it will always be in the back of my head. Maybe not as prominently, but it will be there.” He processed your words before he spoke.

“I swear on both of my kids’ lives, I will never do that to you again. Or anything else for that matter to purposely hurt you in any way. I should’ve told you as soon as it happened, but I didn’t because I was afraid of losing you. Yeah, I know, ironic that I actually did end up losing you because of it.” He sighed before continuing, “the moment I figured you knew, I was actually relieved to an extent. I had all this guilt, shame, and worthlessness that was pent up inside of me. Every time you would look at me with all that love, anytime you kissed me or told me you loved me, I would die a little on the inside because I knew what I did. And I’m sorry. I’ve been sorry all this time and I will spend the rest of my life being sorry for what I did. You didn’t deserve that, no one does. I can’t imagine what I would do if you or someone else had done that to me.” He took your hands into his. “If you give me a second chance, I understand that’ll be on the back of your mind and I will do my absolute best to dispel it.” You nodded at him in understanding. “We’ll take this slow, okay?”

“I would like that.”

“Okay,” he smiled, “we’ll go as slow as we need to make this work.” He pulled you onto his lap, nestling you into him, before placing a promising kiss on the top of your head. You smiled against him. You stayed like this for a while, comfortable in the silence and each other’s presence.

“Now there’s something I think we should talk about,” Roy spoke up after a while. You pulled back to look at him in confusion.

“Okay, what do you wanna talk about?”

“I heard Lian call you mom the other day.” It was your turn to gulp. You liked that she had called you that, because to you she was like a daughter. But you knew that you had no right. She technically had a mother, an absent mother but a mother nonetheless. “You didn’t correct her when she called you that, instead you just answered her like you do Arlo.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries. I know she has a mom. I’ll correct her next time she calls me that,” you stated, getting up from Roy’s lap. He pulled you back.

“No, you didn’t overstep any boundaries or anything like that.” He smiled as he wrapped his arms around you. “I liked it when she did that.” He buried his head into the crook of your neck and pressed a kiss against your skin before he continued, “I asked her if she would like to call you mom instead of your name and she said that she would like that.” He smiled remembering how she was fidgeting with her toys just like you and Arlo fidget when you’re nervous. “She told me that she hates it when she has to leave you, Arlo, and Peanut Butter and go back to our place, she asked if she could live here with you all the time.” His words brought a big grin to your face.

“So she can call me mom, if she wants to and you have no problem with that?” You were beaming with happiness.

“Yeah, I have no problem with that.” You kissed him at his permission. “She also said she loves you very much.”

“I love her very much too.” Admiration and love flew through you, she was your little girl and she loved you. “I would love for her to move in with me. She already practically lives in the guest bedroom, it can become her room and we can enroll her in the same school as Arlo. Ohh, I’m so excited! We can paint her new room and get her new furniture and—“ he kissed you mid-sentence watching how excited you got.

“Where will I sleep, if you give her the guest bedroom,” he asked, pouting.

“At your own place, the couch if you’re so inclined.” You got up from him and started walking away. “We’re taking this slow, remember? Plus, I like Lian more than I like you,” you quipped playfully.

“Hey, no fair,” he called after you. “I should inform you that we’re a package deal. You can’t have Lian without me.” He was right behind you now as you made your way up the stairs.

“Wow, you must really love sleeping on the couch?”

“I was thinking that bed upstairs in your room, more like.” He was smugly smirking to himself staring at your ass as you turned around to face him.

“Let me guess, we’ll put up a wall of pillows in the middle and you pinky pwomise to stay on your shide,” you cooed sarcastically.

“Oh, no. Don’t be absurd, sweetheart.” He nodded disparagingly. “I was thinking I get the bed and you get the couch, you know on account that I’m the guest and whatnot.”

“Haha you’re so funny, should’ve been a comedian,” you said with a deadpan expression, before turning your head around.

“Plus, the wall won’t work.” He nodded with great exaggeration. “As soon as I’m in the bed with you, you won’t be able to resist me. Most people can’t.” He smirked at you as you both came to a stop on the top of the stairs.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that. You’re not that good looking, funny, or charming even.” He put his hand over his heart in mock pain. You smiled at his antics. “Well, goodnight.”

“Now wait, you weren’t serious about only Lian moving in? Or me sleeping on the couch, if I move in too? Were you?”

“Goodnight, Roy,” you smiled as you left him standing there.

“Now wait a minute.”

“Goodnight,” you sing-songed.

You Were Never Messy (Roy Harper x Reader)

Chapter Specific Warning: None

Chapter Word Count: 1,107

Chapter: 9/11

Reader is Female.

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Author's Note: I hope you enjoy my work! :) Please reblog. Also, thank you to my beta! You're the best! <3

Summary: A knock on your door destroys your life. A few years later there's another knock on your door, but this time it's not as awful.

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Chapter 9

“Mommy, they’re going to be here any minute. Where did you put the gift I got Lian?” your son asked for the third time in the past ten minutes.

“The gift is where I said it was the last three times you asked me. It’s going to be fine.” You reassured both yourself and your little boy. “Everything is going to be just fine, okay?” He nodded at you. Both of you were nervous, fidgeting with anything you could get your hands on. A few minutes go by when you hear a car pull up. Oh fuck, you thought, they’re here.

Ding Dong Ding Dong

“Okay, remember best behavior from both of you, got it Arlo and Peanut Butter?” A nod and a bark of understanding was given from the two. “Okay, then.” You went to open the door, two little creatures following you, watching the door intently and keenly.

“Hi,” you greeted as you opened the door. Roy stood on the other side holding gifts, with a little girl shyly standing behind him looking at you curiously.

“Hi,” he echoed back, placing a kiss on your cheek. You blushed and smiled at him.

Bending down to be eye level with the small child, you said, “Hi, you must be Lian. I’m Y/N.” You smiled, holding out your hand for her to shake. She smiled in return, taking your hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you! Your dad has told me so much about you. But he never said you were the cutest little girl in the whole world.” You pretend to shake your head at him in disappointment, which earned you a giggle from the little girl. Peanut Butter peaked out his head at that exact moment to see what was going on. As soon as he saw Roy, he was giddy with excitement. He practically knocked you down, trying to get to the man. “Woah, behave Peanut Butter,” you warned. Lian’s face lit up when she saw the dog.

Another face peered shyly from inside. Your son looked at you, as you got back up, prompting you to give him a reassuring look. “Well, this is Peanut Butter,” you said pointing at the dog, “and this is Arlo.” You ruffled his ginger hair as he came to stand behind you, a timid smile on his lips.

“Hi, buddy,” Roy said, bending down to hug his son.

“Hi, dad.” Lian watches with intrigue at the scene in front of her. She’s never had to share her dad with anyone else before, and now there were two new people standing in front of her.

“Do you like fries,” you asked her, pulling her out of her thoughts. She nodded. You held out your hand, “Come on then, follow me.” She took your hand and followed you to the kitchen, with the two gingers right behind. “Don’t mind Peanut Butter, he’s always excited. Except for when the street cats bully him. You’d think, he would learn not to mess with them after they kicked his butt the first few times.” Peanut Butter circled Lian looking for belly rubs and pats while she laughed.

“Oh, I almost forgot! Excuse me,” she says, letting go of your hand, turning around to look at Roy.

He nods in understanding, “Which one do you want first?”

“That one.” Roy passed over the gift she had pointed at. “This is for Peanut Butter,” she said, not sure who to hand the gift to.

“Oh, that’s very thoughtful of you,” you cooed. “You’ve just become his favorite person, sorry Roy.” She smiled as you told Peanut Butter that the gift was for him, who enthusiastically took the present and licked Lian’s face to show his appreciation.

Suddenly, Arlo took off upstairs. Roy looked at you with confusion, you smiled at him reassuringly. A few minutes later, Arlo came running into the kitchen holding a wrapped box. He went to Lian and held out the gift. “This is for you,” he sheepishly said. Once she took it, he ran back to stand with you.

“Thank you,” she replied bashfully.

“You can open it, if you like,” you gently told her. She looked at Roy for permission before she started to tear the wrapping paper off. Her face lit up with excitement when she realized it was the lego set she had wanted.

“Thank you! I love it,” she beamed wide, looking at Arlo and you.

“No problem! It was Arlo’s idea: he loves Legos. That’s his favorite set.” He nodded in agreement, looking proud of himself. She smiled and reached over to poke Roy for the other gift he was holding.

He handed it to her and she walked over to Arlo and held it out for him. “This is for you.”

“Thank you,” he said, taking the gift. “Can I open it?” he looked at you for permission.

“Yeah,” you stated and he didn’t wait a second before ripping the wrapping in excitement. His face gleamed with happiness when he saw the gift. It too was a Lego set.

“I love Legos too!” she exclaimed. “This one is my favorite.”

“Do you wanna go play?” Arlo asked. She looked at Roy, who nodded.

“Yeah!” They ran off upstairs with Peanut Butter following right behind them. You smiled watching them disappear out of sight.

“That went well,” Roy said, stuffing a few fries into his mouth. “That went so well they forgot about the fries.”

“I’ll make an exception to the ‘no food upstairs’ rule and take this up,” you said, grabbing a big plate.

“I got a gift for you too.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“Oh, it wasn’t much trouble at all.” He stated mischievously, making his way towards you. “No trouble at all, actually.” Next thing you know, his lips are on yours, kissing you with everything he’s got.

You two pulled away when you ran out of breath. “Let me guess, you’re the gift?” you raised a brow at him. He smirked.

“Do you like it,” He asked, eating more fries.

“Would like it better, if he stopped eating the kids’ fries.” He pouted, causing you to chuckle.

Lian and Arlo became practically inseparable by the end of the day, even sitting together when you all went out to eat. Lian also took an immediate liking to you, and you to her. She was so excited when she found out that her favorite ice cream flavor was also your favorite, when you all got dessert afterwards. By the end of the night, more plans were made to see each other very soon. The day went better than you could’ve ever imagined.

You Were Never Messy (Roy Harper x Reader)

Chapter Specific Warning: Fluff

Chapter Word Count: 1,301

Chapter: 8/11

Reader is Female.

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Author's Note: I hope you enjoy my work! :) Please reblog. Also, thank you to my beta! You're the best! <3

Summary: A knock on your door destroys your life. A few years later there's another knock on your door, but this time it's not as awful.

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Chapter 8

“So,” Roy said, leaning against the counter and watching you do the dishes. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to push a stand of hair out of your face without getting soap in it. “How do you want to go about this? Should I bring Lian over? Or should we take them out somewhere, like an amusement park or something?”

You thought for a second. “Maybe you can bring her over and then later we can take them out somewhere to eat for dinner?”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Pizza?”

“Pizza.” He agreed. “Ice cream afterwards?”

“Yup, sounds good to me,” you said. The strand of hair had fallen back down, you wrinkled your face in mild annoyance. Roy watched with amusement, a slight smirk appearing on his face, just like old times he thought. “When do you think you’ll be back from work?”

“About two weeks, give or take. I’ll let you know as soon as I can.”

“Okay. Have you told Ollie about Arlo?”

“Uhh, no, not yet. I want Lian to meet him first before I tell anyone else. Jason knows though and so does Kori, you remember them?” Roy moved closer to you, but you didn’t really notice.

“Vaguely.” You weren’t really well acquainted with Roy’s friends, they were all trained vigilantes from practically birth and you were, well, pretty normal. You just didn’t have a lot in common with them, on some level you were always an outsider. But everyone was always nice to you.

“They adore Lian, and they’re pretty excited to meet Arlo.”

“Oh, nice.” You weren’t sure what to say to that. You tried to blow the strand away from your face, but it just fell right back. Roy leaned over and tucked the strand of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingering for just a second, desperately wanting to entangle themselves in your hair. Your face flushed, at his action. An action he used to do all the time when you were together, an action you suddenly had come to miss. “Thanks,” you muttered.

“No problem. So,” he dragged the word out, “you seein’ anyone?” He was hoping, nay, praying that you weren’t.

Now that was something you didn’t expect him to ask you. “Uhh, no,” you stated. You suddenly noticed just how close he was standing. He smiled at your response.

“Me neither,” he stated a little too eagerly. You slightly smiled at that, which did not go unnoticed by the red headed vigilante. He took it as a sign to continue. He stepped closer, closing any space that was left between you two. You turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Fixing your hair.” The strand fell back as if on cue. He gently pushed it behind your ear, this time letting his fingers linger and slowly trace your jaw. You didn’t move, you didn’t pull away, you were frozen at his touch. Without moving, he reached over to turn off the water. His eyes studied your face, memorizing every line and every contour. Your eyes scanned his to figure out what he was doing, where this was going. Instead of any answers you just got lost in the familiarity and the playfulness of his green eyes. His fingers started caressing your cheek, and subconsciously you leaned into his touch. Awe and longing intoxicating his mind, all his thoughts were a muddled mess of you. His thumb slowly started grazing the edge of your bottom lip. He snaked his arm around your waist and with a slight pull he clashed your bodies together, snapping you out of your trance. You didn’t really think; to hell with the consequences and responsible actions. In one swift motion, you threw your arms around his neck, entangled your hands into his hair, and closed your eyes as your lips crashed against his, catching him by surprise. He smiled, before kissing you back. He wrapped his other arm around you to slightly lift you off the ground, while turning to lean back against the counter, all while deepening the kiss. You never wanted this moment to end and neither did he.

But the moment had to end, you were running out of breath. So you pulled away, but his lips followed, placing a short and sweet kiss after kiss, to let you catch your breath, before pulling you in for another desperately intoxicating kiss. The only thing going through your mind was him. Longing and passion deepened the kiss every passing second. Eventually, you both had to pull away to catch your breath. But he held you close, not willing to let you out of his touch. A wide smile spread across his face.

Your thoughts finally start catching up to you: You kissed him; You’re the one that kissed him; don’t you remember what he did to you; this isn’t right; he has a daughter; what if she hates you; what if she hates Arlo; what if…? Roy saw the look creep onto your face, he remembered that look very well, the panicked look bought out by overthinking. He wasn’t going to lose this moment to the voice in your head. He cupped your cheeks and pulled you back into a kiss, mixing compassion and reassurance into the act. He wanted you, he needed you. He promised he wasn’t going to fuck up this time.

Pulling away, before giving you time to think again, he starts speaking, “I meant what I said on the phone the other day, I love you. I don’t think I’ve ever stopped loving you. And I don’t think I ever will stop loving you. I know I fucked up last time, but it will never happen again. Yeah, I regretted it the moment it happened, I regretted what I did to you, to us, but it also gave me Lian. I know my life is messy and complicated, and it isn’t fair on you. But I want more than co-parents and friends. Whatever happens after this is in your hands. I want a second chance. I want to grow old with you. I want a family with you. I want your worries, your burdens, you problems. I want you. I want everything that comes with you. So I’m begging you to please give me a second chance to do that.” You heard the compassion in his voice, and you saw the love and sincerity in his eyes. Every fiber of your being said to tell him yes, to tell him you want him too; you want his burdens, his problems, he worries too. But the thought of what this would mean for your children, what this would mean for you and your future stopped you. You needed time to think this through thoroughly.

“Your daughter,” you said, bringing up the most pressing matter to you at the moment.

“What about her,” he asked.

“What if she doesn’t like Arlo? What if she doesn’t like me?” Your voice trailed off. He brought your fingers up to his lips to press a reassuring kiss to them.

“She’ll like you, she already does. Remember you talked to her that day? I told her that you were Arlo’s mom, and she said you were really nice. She’s so excited to meet Arlo and you; she won’t stop asking me when it’s going to happen. I like you, so she will too. It’s going to be fine, you don’t have to worry, she’ll love you. I’m a hundred percent certain about that.”

“Can I have some time to think about it?”

“Yeah, you don’t have to decide right now, you can take as much time as you need. I’m not going anywhere, willingly, any time soon.” You nodded at him and he kissed your forehead.

You Were Never Messy (Roy Harper x Reader)

Chapter Specific Warning: Emotional

Chapter Word Count: 1,151

Chapter: 7/11

Reader is Female.

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Author's Note: Wow wow wow we're already on chap 7, can you believe it?! Anyways, I have I hope you enjoy my work! :) Please reblog. Also, thank you to my beta! You're the best! <3

Summary: A knock on your door destroys your life. A few years later there's another knock on your door, but this time it's not as awful.

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Chapter 7

What the fuck? Why did he say that he loved me? Oh god. What if he meant it? Great, now add this on top of everything else. Fuck me, you were screaming internally at yourself. Why the fuck did I say ‘thanks, you too’? You didn’t even know how that had happened. Did you love him? Have you ever stopped loving him? Over the next few days, every time the interaction would cross your mind, you’d physically cringe at yourself.

Oops, Roy thought, smiling to himself. Though, why did she say, ‘thanks, you too’? Maybe you loved him again; maybe you never stopped. Most likely it was just a verbal reflex but maybe it wasn’t. He so desperately wanted it to mean more. The more time he spent around you, the more he was falling for you again. These next few days couldn’t go by fast enough for him for two reason: to see his son and tell him how much he means to him; and to see you again.

Ding Dong

It was Thursday evening, you knew exactly who it was.

“Arlo, could you please get the door?” you asked the boy, who was sitting at the dining table in front of you doing homework, as you made dinner.

“Yeah, I got it.” He got up and ran, Peanut Butter following him.

“Hi, buddy,” Roy said excitedly, seeing Arlo upon the door opening. Peanut Butter wasted no time jumping up to Roy. “I’m happy to see you too, Peanut Butter,” he laughed.

“Hi, dad,” your son said elusively, not making eye contact with him. Roy noticed the way his son was avoiding him, how he was fidgeting with the door handle just like you were that first day. He smiled mentally at the similarity of habits between mother and son. “Mommy’s in the kitchen,” he added. Roy stepped inside and your son closed the door behind him before bolting back to the dining table, without letting Roy get a word in.

Roy made his way into the kitchen and smiled at you. You smiled back, continuing what you were doing. “Smells good. I’m starving, hope you made some for me.”

“Thanks, and no. I’m only legally allowed to make food for two people at a time,” you retorted playfully. He pretended to be hurt by your words. Usually, your son would quip something witty too, but he was pretending to be engrossed in his homework. You nudged your head towards your son, silently motioning to Roy. He nodded in response and made his way to the chair next to him.

“Whatcha working on, Arlo?”

“Homework,” he replied quietly, not looking up as Roy sat down beside him.

“Anything I can help you with?” The little ginger head nodded no. Roy studied him for a second. “Hey, buddy,” he began gingerly, “your mom told me about what happened, about what you said.” Arlo just continued to avoid him. Roy took his little hand into his bigger ones to get his attention. “I want you to know that it isn’t true, okay? I did want you. I’ve always wanted you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you were little, but I promise that I’ll be here now and in the future.” Roy brought the little hand up to his lips to give his son a sense of reassurance. “You wanna know something?” The kid gently nodded yes. “I’m the luckiest man in the whole wide world—no actually—in the whole wide universe because you're my son.” Your son looked up at him and beamed. Roy smiled back and slipped off the chair, knelt down on the ground, and held out his arms for him. Who jumped out of his chair and into his dad’s embrace. Roy wrapped his arms around his son, embracing his smaller frame. “I promise you that I’ve always wanted you. And I want you to know that I love you, Arlo.”

“I love you too, dad.” Arlo stated back, Roy’s eyes pricked with tears at that. He kissed the little ginger head protectively and lovingly. You smiled at the scene in front of you.

Pulling out of the hug, your son looked at you mischievously, “I guess, we’ll be the only ones eating dinner today, dad.”

“Looks like it,” Roy laughs. “Waiter? Oh, waiter?” He called to you. “When will the food be ready?”

You roll your eyes at them, “I’m afraid, we don’t serve gingers here. You’ll have to go to the next establishment.” They both pretend to be hurt, you grinned back at them. “I guess I could make an exception,” you pretended to contemplate.

“Oh, yes please, miss,” Roy pled.

“Thank you, miss,” Arlo followed his lead.

“But it will cost you tremendously.” You made your way towards them.

“What does tremendously mean?” Your son whispered to Roy.

“It means a lot.” He whispered back just in time as you grabbed your son and showered him in affection and tickles.

“Nooooo,” he laughed, “Mooommm noooo.”

“Told you it’d cost ya.” Roy smiled at the scene in front of him.

“Dad, help!” Arlo called.

“No-one can help you now,” you grinned evilly. Suddenly, Roy wrapped his arms around your waist to lift you back. Catching you by surprise at the unexpected contact, your face immediately flushed at his touch and the feel of his muscular arms around you.

“I’ll save you from the evil waitress, Arlo!” Without warning he threw you over his shoulder. Your son found this so amusing.

“Roy! Put me down!” you warned.

“What do you say, Arlo? Should I put down the evil waitress who refuses to feed us?”

“No!” your son exclaimed. “She tickled me!”

“Put me down or I really won’t actually feed you.” Roy slightly spun you around, earning a good laugh from the little boy who was loving this. “I’m serious. Stop it. Put me down!”

“Okay, easy now” Roy chuckled, as he gently set you down. Earning a disappointed groan from the little boy and an unamused look from you.

The rest of the evening went by in a flash. Roy helped put your son to sleep, who was in a fantastic mood.

“I would like to meet my sister,” he said as you watched Roy tuck him in. You smiled, you wanted to meet the little girl too.

“You would?” Roy questioned happily.

“Yeah.”

“She would love to meet you too! Ever since I told her she has a little brother, she won’t stop asking me questions about you. She wants to know everything, so she can be the best big sister, she says.”

“I want to know everything about her, too, so I can be the best little brother.” The little boy smiled shyly. Roy spent the next few minutes telling him about Lian and answering questions, until you intervened and told Arlo it was way past his bedtime and he had school in the morning.

You Were Never Messy (Roy Harper x Reader)

Chapter Specific Warning: Angst

Chapter Word Count: 1,257

Chapter: 6/11

Reader is Female.

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Author's Note: I wrote this before my frontal correct was developed lmao. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my work! :) Please reblog. Also, thank you to my beta! You're the best! <3

Summary: A knock on your door destroys your life. A few years later there's another knock on your door, but this time it's not as awful.

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Chapter 6

Roy visited as often as he could, your son absolutely loved every minute of his visits. They both got closer as the visits went on. But so did you and Roy. You had many conversations about why you didn’t tell him about Arlo, how your lives had been in the years since your breakup, your favorite memories of your kids, how to best handle the situation going forward, and many, many other things. You also text and call each other. A subconscious smile would form on both your faces when you saw the other’s name pop up on your respective screens. One too many late night conversations were starting to happen. You were both starting to trickle back into each other’s lives. After you thought that your son was more situated with the situation, you decided that it was a good time to sit him down to tell him about Lian.

“Arlo, I want to talk to you about something important,” you said, finishing up your dinner.

“Okay,” he replied, looking at you inquisitively.

“Well, this might be confusing to you, but you’ll understand more of it when you’re a little bit older,” you started gently. Your son looked at you with mild confusion. “You know how your friend has two older half siblings, right? His older sisters have a different dad than him, but they all have the same mom.”

“Yeah, they gave me stickers when I went over to their house to see his pet lizard!” You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Well, you also have an older half sister,” you watched your son anxiously. You didn’t know how he would take the news that Roy had another kid. He didn’t say anything. You continued, “you both have the same dad but different moms. She’s only a few months older than you, though. Her name’s Lian. And she would really like to meet you. But only if you want to.” His gaze turned to the table, taking in the news.

“I have an older sister,” he stated. You could tell he was a bit upset.

“Yeah,” you took his hand into yours but he pulled away.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” he demanded.

“I didn’t really know,” you half-lied. You didn’t know what happened to Roy or his baby after you moved. Frankly, you didn’t want to know, especially at that time.

“Is that why dad didn’t want me,” he looked away and was starting to sniffle, “because he had another kid.” You knew he was about to cry.

“No, honey,” you got down to his eye level, he was crying. “What makes you think he didn’t want you? Of course he wanted you! Roy just didn’t know about you, honey, because I never told him. We had a really bad breakup and I moved away. Then I found out that I was going to have a baby, that I was going to have you.” You took his little hands into yours again, grazing your thumbs against his knuckles in a comforting manner. “I decided not to tell him about you. But as soon as he found out, he came to see you. He was really mad at me because I didn’t tell him. You remember the day he first came over?” You son softly nodded yes, tears still in his eyes that refused to look up from the floor. “Yeah, he was really, really upset with me that I didn’t tell him about you. He always wanted you, honey.” You pulled him into a hug. “I can promise you that he always wanted you. Don’t you ever say anything like that again.” You pulled out of the hug and gently wiped the tears that had fallen down his cheeks. You weren’t going to bring up Lian again for now. You needed to talk to Roy, and that too, urgently.

As soon as your son went to sleep that night, you called Roy. You didn’t want your son to feel like he wasn’t wanted by his own father. You were going to fix this for your son’s sake, for Roy’s sake, and even for Lian’s sake.

Ring Ring Ring Ring

“Hi,” a small girl’s voice said on the other side.

“Hi,” you replied, a bit nervously.

“Do you wanna talk to my Dad?”

“Yeah, I would like to.”

“He’s busy right now,” she said and then whispered, “he’s in the bathroom.” You chucked at how adorable she sounded. “But, I can take a message for him and he’ll call you back,” she said rather matter of factly. It made you chuckle again.

“Oh, no, that’s fine. I can call back later.”

“What’s your name?”

“Uh, Y/N,” you hesitated. You weren’t really sure what Roy had told her. “What’s your name?”

“My name’s Lian.”

“That’s a really pretty name.” Lian smiled at your compliment.

“Thank you, I like your name too.”

“Lian, who are you talking to and why aren’t you in bed,” you heard Roy ask in the background.

“I’m talking to Y/N,” she stated matter of factly again. “She said I have a pretty name.”

“Y/N,” Roy asked puzzled, “give me the phone.”

“No.”

“Lian.”

“No, I wanna say goodnight.”

“Okay, say goodnight and then straight to bed.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Lian said into the phone

“Goodnight, Lian,” you replied back. She finally handed Roy the phone and you heard them exchange goodnights and sweet dreams.

“Hey, sorry about that,” Roy replied after watching his daughter get into bed and making his way out of her room.

“It’s fine. She’s adorable.”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled. He glanced at the clock in the hallway as he closed the door behind him. “Is everything okay? You’re calling pretty late.”

“Uh, no. Not really. Do you have time to talk? I can call back later, if you’re busy.”

“No, no. It’s fine. What’s up?”

“So, I, um, I tried to talk to Arlo about Lian today.” Nervousness laced your words, which Roy picked up on immediately.

“How did it go?”

“Not great,” you sighed. “He thinks you didn’t want him.” Roy stopped dead in his tracks.

“What do you mean? What did he say exactly?” A million thoughts and emotions ran through his mind. Why would his son say that? Why would he even think that?

You explained to him what had happened, how the conversation had gone. To say that Roy was hurt was an understatement. He wanted to come to see his son right now; to reassure him that he wanted him. To tell him that he was lucky to have him as a son. To hug him and tell him that he loves him.

“I think you should come see him as soon as you get a chance. I don’t want to ask him about seeing Lian again until you have a chance to talk to him.”

“I’ll be there Thursday.” These next few days are going to be long, he thought.

“Okay, that sounds good. I guess I’ll see you then.”

“Yeah,” his voice was a little shaky, you could tell that he was worried.

“Roy, it’s going to be okay,” you reassure him. “We can handle this.” He smiled softly as your words.

“Yeah, thanks.”

“No problem. I have to be up early tomorrow, so I gotta go.”

“Yeah, okay. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight”

“I love you.” He said those words out of habit, like he used to.

“Thanks, you too.” You muttered back automatically, not even registering completely what he had said before hanging up the phone.

You Were Never Messy (Roy Harper x Reader)

Chapter Specific Warning: None

Chapter Word Count: 796

Chapter: 5/11

Reader is Female.

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Author's Note: Short chapter, rest are longer. I hope you enjoy my work! :) Please reblog. Also, thank you to my beta! You're the best! <3

Summary: A knock on your door destroys your life. A few years later there's another knock on your door, but this time it's not as awful.

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Chapter 5

Your son had a million questions to ask Roy. A million things to tell him. A million things to show him. Peanut Butter also wanted the new guests' attention. Within the span of a few hours, they had worn themselves out and Roy, too. You knew that a long conversation was on its way to decide what was next and what was best for everyone involved.

“Will you come back?” Your son asked Roy, as you tucked him into bed.

“Of course, I will,” Roy replied.

“Promise?”

“Pinkie promise,” Roy said, holding out his pinkie, which the boy happily interlocked in a promise.

“When will you come back,” your son yawned. Roy looked at you.

“He’ll be back soon, honey,” you said, placing a kiss on your son’s forehead. “But, now, it’s way past your bedtime, and you need to get some sleep.” Your son nodded.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You and Roy chimed in unison, stepping out of the boy’s room.

You made your way down the stairs and into the living room.

“He’s so energetic, funny too. He’s a great kid, you’ve done a great job,” Roy said, plopping down on the sofa. “Oh, and Peanut Butter! Cutest dog in the world.”

“Yeah, they’re great,” you said, picking up discarded toys, tired and not really ready for wherever this conversion was going.

“I have a daughter,” Roy said, studying you, gauging for a reaction. You just continued what you were doing.

“That’s great. Older or younger than him?”

“Older by three-ish months. Her name’s Lian.”

“Pretty name.” Your answers were half-hearted, you weren’t really interested in his life or his family. After a while, a comfortable silence had settled in.

“She left her,” Roy murmured, fidgeting with his hands.

You looked up at him in confusion, “Who left who?”

“Her mother. Lian’s mom left her, us, when she was still a baby,” he looked up at you, meeting your gaze. “I tried to make it work with Jade. I gave it my all. But she left. Lian’s all I got and I’m all she’s got.” You didn’t really know what to say. He just smiled reassuringly at you. “I’ve managed pretty well. But, it’s hard sometimes, you know?”

“Yeah.” You definitely knew; raising a kid on your own wasn't an easy feat.

“I wanna be a part of Arlo’s life. I’ll do it on your terms, if that’s what it takes. But I wanna be there for him.”

“Look, I’m not gonna stop you from seeing him, but I want to take it slow. He’s still just a kid and this is a lot to take in. For now I think it would be better if you came to visit when I’m home. After a while, when he gets more comfortable and used to being around you, you can visit him whenever you like, regardless of if I’m there or not.”

“That sounds good to me,” he shrugged.

“Also, I have a bunch of videos of his big milestones and stuff. Would you like them?”

“Yes, I would love those,” Roy stated, before continuing a bit uncertainly, he didn’t want to push this situation too far. “Uh, I would eventually like him to meet Lian. She doesn’t know yet, but she’ll be so excited when she finds out she has a little brother.”

You shifted around uncomfortably, “I’ll talk to him about her. And if he agrees, then I’ll have no problem with them meeting.”

Roy smiled at you, “Thank you.”

You nodded at him in acknowledgement. Grabbing a piece of paper and a pen from the nearby table, you asked him for his number. He awkwardly recited the digits and you quickly wrote them down, the whole interaction a bit jarring. This is how strangers interact. Which, you suppose, you two technically are, but you and Roy have history, it’s weird to act like you don’t know each other.

Looking at the clock on your wall, you stated, “It’s getting late. I think you should go.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” he muttered looking at the time and getting up from the sofa. You walk him to the door. “It was nice seeing you,” he said, stepping out into the cool night. He wanted to tell you that he missed you. He wanted to ask you if you missed him too. If some part of you still loved him, longed for him even, like he does. But he knew to keep his mouth shut.

“Yeah, you too,” you awkwardly smiled back at him.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You watched him as he walked into the night. Being near him again reminded you how much you missed him over the years, and no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that you hated him, you didn’t. You never could.

"you were never messy" has me waiting on bated breath. my telenovela is ON

New episode of your telenovela just dropped 🤭

#dirt answers #you’re the best anon!!#you were never messy

You Were Never Messy (Roy Harper x Reader)

Chapter Specific Warning: Angst

Chapter Word Count: 1,441

Chapter: 4/11

Reader is Female.

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Author's Note: lmao I used a random name generate for the kids name. Also I don't know any kids so if this isn't how kids behave just pretend they do okay?? Anyways, I hope you enjoy my work! :) Please reblog. Also, thank you to my beta! You're the best! <3

Summary: A knock on your door destroys your life. A few years later there's another knock on your door, but this time it's not as awful.

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Chapter 4

“Who are you?” A voice called out. Roy hadn’t seen the little boy or the dog hiding and playing in the bushes in your front yard as he made his way up to the house. You had stepped inside to get some water.

“Hi, I’m looking for your mom. Is she home?” The boy looked at Roy and let out a blood curdling scream before yelling stranger danger and pelting a rock at Roy’s face. He bolted into the house with the dog and closed the door shut.

Roy did not expect that. He didn’t really expect much, but definitely not that. He didn’t know what to do, other than just laugh.

You came running with a glass of water. “Arlo! What happened?!”

“Stranger danger, mommy. I took care of it,” he said with a triumphant smile. You looked at him knowing full well that he probably did something really goofy.

Ding Dong

“I swear to god, Arlo L/N, if you hit someone with a rock again you are going to be in so much trouble,” you said, making your way to the door. Your son and dog ran upstairs, knowing full well that he was about to be in trouble.

“Please don’t run up the stairs,” you called after them, opening the door.

“H-” The word stopped before it even came out of your mouth. Roy smiled at you; you merely blinked at him. He was the last person you thought would be awaiting on the other side.

Roy didn’t expect his heart to skip a beat when you opened the door, but it did. He took in your face: pretty as it was the last time he saw you. The laughter and smile lines on your face adding to the testament that you had grown older—and much more prettier, in his opinion.

He finally gathered up some courage after a few moments and said, "Hi."

“Uh, hi,” you said, not really knowing what to do or say. You didn’t expect this to happen—well not for a long time at least. You stared at him and took in the sight in front of you. He also had gotten older, but he looked more or less the same still. Bigger and buffer though. Both of you stood in place, not sure how to go about this situation.

“Hi,” he says again.

“Hi.”

“The kid’s got good aim, almost took out my eye,” he nervously chuckled.

“Uh, yeah. I guess so.” You were anxiously fiddling with the door handle.

“Can I come in?”

You knew where this was going, he wanted to know if the kid was his. “Yeah, uh, sorry. Come in, excuse the mess. I wasn’t expecting guests,” you said, stepping aside and letting him enter. He stepped in and looked around the living room, at the few scattered toys.

“It’s not really messy,” he shakes his head with a laugh, “you were never messy.” You couldn’t tell if he had attached a double meaning to his last statement. You just smile politely in response.

“You look good,” he finally spoke up after a while.

“Thanks, you do too. Can I get you anything? Water?”

“Water would be nice.”

“Okay,” you started to make your way to the kitchen, he followed you. You were thinking whether you should bring up your son? What if he wants something else, you thought. What if this has nothing to do with him? You decided to keep your mouth shut until—or if—he bought it up. You were pouring a glass for him, lost deep in thought, not noticing that he was right next to you. You turned around to give him the glass and jumped a little.

“Sorry, I—“

“Oh, sorry.”

You both let out a small chuckle when you realized you had spoken at the same time. God, did he miss you over the years.

You held out the glass and he took it.“How’s Ollie?”

“Fine,” he replied, taking a sip. “How have you been?”

“Pretty good,” you said leaning against the counter. “And you?”

“Not bad.” Silence.

You took a deep breath, “Why are you here, Roy?” He put down the glass he was holding and looked at you. A few moments passed before he gathered up some courage and took a deep breath to prepare himself.

“Is he my son?” His eyes searched yours for the answer he most likely already knew.

“Yeah,” you sighed, “he’s your son.”

Happiness and excitement engulfed Roy. He broke out into a big smile. He had another kid. He had another kid with you. Lian had a brother! He was happy beyond belief, tears were forming in his eyes. He laughed as a few escaped and in a wave of emotion he pulled you into a hug and practically squeezed the daylight out of you.

You were so confused and startled. You didn’t expect him to act like this, act so happy. You expected him to accuse you of deliberately keeping him away from his son, for being a bitch, and maybe a few other colorful things. But this was much more unsettling to you. “Uh, Roy, you’re hurting me.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said, letting you go. Then the anger started trickling into this blissful state he was in. You didn’t tell him, you kept him away from his son, did his son even know about him?

You could see the anger start to encompass his eyes. You braced yourself for the worst.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought he was safer this way,” you started.

“What the hell does that mean,” he spat out bitterly.

“I made the decision that I thought would keep my son safe.”

“Our son,” he retorted, venom laced in every syllable.

“You spend most of your time running around chasing terrible people in a fucking tank top with a fucking bow and arrow,” you continued. “You used to come home bleeding and hurt. I didn’t want my son to think that that was normal. Or that he had some sense of duty to pick up a bow and arrow too. And let’s not forget the other glaring fact that you cheated on me and conceived a wholeass child with another woman.” You were starting to get angry. You did what, in your opinion, was best for your son.

“You had no right to decide that. I should’ve gotten a say. I’m his fucking father,” he said, raising his voice.

Two heads peaked into the kitchen to see what was going on.

Bark. Bark.

Your heads snapped towards the entrance. Your son was staring at you with questioning eyes. “Mommy?”

“Yeah, honey?” you inquired back, trying to calm yourself down. Roy was staring at his son; at how much he looked like him; at how he had your eyes.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s fine, baby.” The boy looked at you trying to figure out what was going on.

“Am I in trouble for hitting him with a rock,” he asked sheepishly, motioning at Roy. You smiled at his demure mannerism, a tactic he used to get himself out of trouble.

“No, not if you apologize.” The boy made his way towards Roy, the dog following him.

“I’m sorry I threw a rock at you,” he said looking up at the man. Roy bent down to his son’s level. The anger in him had all vanished.

“It's okay, buddy. You’ve got some great aim there,” Roy smiled. “What’s your name?”

“Arlo, and this is Peanut Butter,” he said, pointing at the dog, who had come to rub up against Roy. “What’s your name?”

“Roy,” he said, petting the dog. Realization dawned on the little boy's face. He looked at you for confirmation that this was the Roy that you would tell him about.

“Roy Harper?” your son questioned, looking between you and the man in front of him.

Roy turned to look at you. She told him about me. He knows about me. He knows who I am. He screams in his mind. You nod at both your son and at Roy.

“Yeah, he’s Roy Harper,” you speak up, “your dad.” You weren’t sure how your son was going to react. This was unexpected and unfamiliar.

Your son looked at the man again, observing him, his features, looking at and taking in the similarities. “He’s my dad?” he questions you for confirmation.

“Yeah,” you were watching him intently. Roy just stared between the two of you, not sure if he should chime in.

After staring at Roy for a few moments, your son leans in close and throws his arms around Roy’s neck and hugs him tight.

You Were Never Messy (Roy Harper x Reader)

Chapter Specific Warning: Time Jump

Chapter Word Count: 714

Chapter: 3/11

Reader is Female.

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Author's Note: I hope you enjoy my work! :) Please reblog. Also, thank you to my beta! You're the best! <3

Summary: A knock on your door destroys your life. A few years later there's another knock on your door, but this time it's not as awful.

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Chapter 3

Six years go by and you’ve created a wonderful little world of your own with your son. You recorded every big moment of your son's life: first steps, first words, birthdays, etc.. You cried the first day he started school, even though he was very brave about it and came home with a huge grin and a few new friends. One day, you knew Roy would find out, so you captured all the moments you could.

Your son looked just like a little mini version of Roy, he even laughed just like him. He’s your entire world, your life revolves around running after him to put on his pants, getting him to eat, or go to bed. He asks about his dad sometimes and you tell him about Roy, that his father is a good man, and that he looks exactly like him. He loved hearing the little stories about Roy you would tell him. Your life just continued normally with love, laughter, and never ending mischief on your son’s part.

Roy blinked several times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating what he was seeing. You were walking out of the grocery store in some city he was in for a mission, with a little boy sitting in the shopping cart that had ginger hair and looked so much like him. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He never expected to see you, let alone with—from the looks of it—his child.

Jason suddenly leaned close and pointed at the scene in front of them. “Uh, dude? Either I’m seeing things or that looks like your ex with a child that looks freakishly like you.”

Kori leaned forward from her seat as well, looking towards what Jason was pointing at. She saw you putting groceries in your car, laughing at something, while your son was eating a lollipop and talking to you. “I am going to have to agree with Jason,” she said, observing what was going on. The three of them continue to watch from their car. You put the groceries away and help your son out of the shopping cart before returning it, totally unaware of the three sets of eyes watching your every move.

In the next few days Roy tried to find out everything he possibly could about you and your son. Just from looking at the boy anyone could tell that he was his child, but he didn’t want to assume anything, there was a possibility that the kid was someone else’s, that the boy was adopted, or that you were simply babysitting. A kid that just happened to look exactly like him. He now knew where you lived, all he had to do was walk up, ring the doorbell, and get all the answers he so desperately needed.

“You want me to accidentally run into her and be like ‘Geez, Y/N, that kid looks awfully like Roy Harper, your ex-fiancé?’ Or we could get a strand of the kid’s hair and do a DNA test and then show up at her house to demand custody or something,” Jason only half joked. “Or you could show up at the park with Lian and be like ‘long time no see, is that my kid?’ Come on, dude, you gotta find out! It’s clearly bothering you.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Roy muttered in response, not bothering to look up. He felt hurt that you didn’t tell him. He knew what happened between you two was rough, but he didn’t think that you would have his child and not tell him. A child he planned on having and raising with you one day. He was angry at himself too. But he loved Lian more than anything else in the world and the possibility of her having a brother made him feel warm. He didn’t even know how to approach the situation. It was complicated and messy. He had gotten two women pregnant and had two kids, one he was raising by himself and another he didn’t even know existed until a few days ago. He was just going to have to bite the bullet and come see you. The longer he delayed this the more it would bother him.

So it was final, he was going to come see you and get answers.

k1ranishf4

☆ Chance / Choice / Change ☆

☆ Harvey Dent x Female Reader

☆ A decade. It had taken her a decade to finally show up, to visit him. Sure, he hadn’t exactly dropped by, either, every time he managed to break out of Arkham. It had taken her a decade, or more, to finally realize what was in front of her all along.

☆ Content tags/warnings: 18+ themes, angst, hurt/no comfort, toxic relationship, active death threats, past attempted murder, dark content, established relationship, reader has ptsd if you squint, delusion and self-sabotaging, reader tries to be brave and fails hard, degradation (not the kinky kind), open ending, no sign of mental stability here, minimal headcanons incorporated, might be ooc bear with me, not proofread

The chains hanging from the cuffs around his wrists jingled too loudly for his liking as he moved, leaning back in the uncomfortable metal chair. They had chained him like some sort of animal, rendering him useless by cuffing his wrists and ankles.

Four armed guards stood in the corners, two on each side of the room—within earshot because why wouldn't they—and on the other side of the bulletproof glass, were you sitting.

His wife.

#harvey dent #two face #dc #10/10 on the angst meter #tw

ghostskiss

Hate

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!reader WC: so many omg (9.2k) Summary: On a pranking war, you end up taking something from Ghost to get back at him. He’s bound to get back at you. Warnings: 18+ Enemies to lovers, Voyeurism, Stalking (? Kinda.), Teasing, PIV, Oral (AFAB receiving), Dub-con elements (I think? Just tagging that in case. Reader wants him but isn’t letting him know it), Spit, Biting, A bit of blood, Hate Sex, Edging, Overstimulation, Creampie, Condescending!Simon, He’s kinda mean in this Sorry (heheh)

#this was soooo goood #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #smut #10/10 on the spicy meter #10 on the fun fic meter

You Were Never Messy (Roy Harper x Reader)

Chapter Specific Warning: Unplanned Pregnancy, Covert Pregnancy

Chapter Word Count: 713

Chapter: 2/11

Reader is Female.

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Author's Note: DO NOT HAVE KIDS IF YOU CANT AFFORD TO GIVE THEM A GOOD LIFE. USE CONDOMS, BIRTH CONTROL, PLAN B TO PREVENT IT OR HAVE AN ABORTION IF NECESSARY. Kids are not accessories, toys, or status symbols; they are people with emotions and feelings. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my work! :) Please reblog. Also, thank you to my beta! You're the best! <3

Summary: A knock on your door destroys your life. A few years later there's another knock on your door, but this time it's not as awful.

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Chapter 2

A few weeks go by since your life fell apart. You started to rebuild some semblance of a life, but you couldn’t stand going back to the apartment, and everywhere you turned it felt like old memories of what you used to have would haunt you. You needed to start afresh. So you moved to a new city, got a new job, a new apartment—a fresh start. Far away from your old life, but more, importantly, far away from him. Time and change would heal your wounds eventually.

With moving and starting anew, you were stressed and still recovering from what had happened. It also wasn’t helping that you constantly felt like shit, physically. You felt more tired than normal. Your periods were also lighter than usual, but you chalk that up to stress. You didn’t have any morning sickness or anything stereotypically pregnancy related, so you didn’t connect the dots right away. That was until your family/friends forced you to go to the doctor.

“The reason you’re feeling sick, Miss, is because you are 17 weeks pregnant,” the doctor said. You blinked at the doctor dumbfoundedly.

“But I still get my periods and I don’t feel any different than usual, just a little tired. I don’t feel nauseous and I haven’t gained any weight.” You were in a state of mild panic.

“Were your periods lighter than usual?”

“Yes.”

“Ahh, that would be intermittent spotting, which is lighter than normal blood flow. And can easily be mistaken for a regular menstrual cycle. Some people don’t exhibit any stereotypical symptoms of pregnancy. Symptoms will vary from person to person and from pregnancy to pregnancy. Lots of people never experience the symptoms that we commonly believe are telltale signs that someone is pregnant. Most people don’t start showing a baby bump until they are between 16 and 20 weeks along, while some show much earlier.” You stared at the doctor, still trying to process what they said. “For now, we are going to send you to an OBGYN and get some more tests done to see if the baby is healthy.”

You didn’t know what to do, everything just got so much more complicated. You always wanted to have kids, especially with Roy, you knew he would be a great father. You two had decided that it was going to happen further down the road. But not yet, not so soon, and definitely not like this. You didn’t know what to do, do you tell him? Do you keep the baby? Do you raise it alone? A billion things ran through your mind as you made your way out of the doctor’s office.

After much deliberation, you decided to keep the baby. Maybe this was your only chance at motherhood, you reasoned. You were financially capable of caring for a child and you had a good support system to help you out. Your friends/family were so excited for you and the baby. But the decision that weighed on your mind the most was whether or not to tell Roy that you too were pregnant with his child.

He already had another child on the way, with another woman. And you knew him well enough to know that he would step up and raise that child. But could you look him in the eyes and not be reminded of what he did to you? Did you want your child to grow up around a cheater? The fact that he was a vigilante was also starting to add weight to your decision. Will your child be safe? What if someone decides to hurt them to get to Roy? Do you want your child to witness Roy coming home bleeding and bruised, time and time again? What if Roy gets killed? Will your child even grow up with a father? What if he relapses? What if he abandons one child for another? One “what if?” after another, hypothetical scenarios, and questions plagued your mind. Eventually, you decided that you wouldn’t tell him, that you would raise this child by yourself, safe from Roy Harper and his world.

The rest of your pregnancy went smoothly and at 40 weeks and 5 days, you gave birth to a little baby boy with ginger hair and your eyes.

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You Were Never Messy (Roy Harper x Reader)

Chapter Specific Warning: Cheating, Angst, Argument

Chapter Word Count: 1,420

Chapter: 1/11

Reader is Female.

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Author's Note: Hi!! So I wrote this during the pandemie and before women started having their rights taken away in this shithole of a country. But I'm finally getting around to posting this! This is kinda trop ngl… And I've since lost interest in DC. Anyways, I hope you enjoy my work! :) Please reblog. Also, thank you to my beta! You're the best! <3

Summary: A knock on your door destroys your life. A few years later there's another knock on your door, but this time it's not as awful.

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Chapter 1

You stood in the doorway paralyzed, not processing a word that the woman in front of you had said. You didn’t expect a knock on the door to obliterate your life like this, but it did. You stood blinking and gaping at the woman.

“I’m looking for Roy Harper. I’m pregnant with his child.”

Those words echoing in your ears.

“Could you, please, tell him to get in contact with me as soon as you can?”

“Uhh, yeah—I, um, I will.” You managed to say. He was gone on a mission and wouldn’t be back for a few more days.

“Thank you,” the woman in front of you said, she turned to leave but stopped with a small smile. “I’m Jade by the way.” You just stared at her for a few seconds.

You told her your name and she smiled back at you knowingly before leaving. She knew who you were; everyone knew who you were, you were Roy’s fiancé. You watched her leave and just stood in the doorway for what felt like an eternity. The rest of the day went by in a daze. The words echoing in your ears constantly like tinnitus. Pregnant with his child. Roy Harper.

The next day you broke, you laid in bed crying all day, thinking that this couldn’t be happening to you, wishing that this was just a bad dream. But it wasn’t, the constant suffocating weight of the engagement ring on your left hand reminding you that this was, in fact, reality. You removed it with anger and force and tossed it across the room, not bothering to see where it landed.

Over the next few days, you tried your best to process what had happened. You tried your best to go about your normal life. Trying to reason that it was probably a case of mistaken identity, a shapeshifter, or someone who had it out for Roy. You tried so hard to reason but there was that voice inside your head that kept nagging, telling you that it was probably true, he did cheat on you. To say you were going through hell was an understatement.

“I’M HOME, BABE!” His voice yelled with excitement as he came through the door. “I missed you sooo much,” he continued, dropping his stuff sporadically on the ground as he made his way through the apartment looking for you.

You just continued to wash the dishes in the kitchen, preparing yourself mentally for how to best approach this situation.

“Hi,” he said, coming up from behind, putting his arms around your waist, and laying a few kisses on your shoulder. He started to work his way towards your neck laying soft kisses on your skin, you stiffened in response.

You still hadn’t said anything to him, simply continuing with the dishes in front of you.

He lifted his head in confusion. “Sweetheart?”

You didn’t even know what to say. What could you say? Did you cheat on me and conceive a child with another woman? You didn’t want to accuse him of cheating, you didn’t have any proof, just the words of a woman you didn’t know. You took a deep breath and stopped washing the dishes. The first thing Roy noticed as you turned around was that your engagement ring was not on your finger.

“Hi,” your voice came out a little shaky as you tried to put some physical distance between you two. He noticed this too, you had never tried to do that before. Jade flashes through his mind, she knows he thought, followed by: no, she couldn’t, how could she? Unless…

“We need to talk about something and I want you to please tell me the truth,” you stated with nervousness. This wasn’t easy to do. A part of you begged you not to ask and just live in ignorant bliss with the man you so deeply and devotionally love. But beyond you and him was an unborn child involved in this situation. Even if the child wasn’t his but he did sleep with her, were you really going to marry, let alone be with a man who didn’t respect you enough to not cheat on you.

Roy nodded in response. Fuck she knows, she knows.

You took another deep breath, to prepare yourself for whatever was going to happen next. “A few days ago, a woman came by looking for you.” His heart sank, he knew where this was going. “She was looking for you because she’s pregnant and the baby’s yours. I asked her if she was sure that it was yours and she said she was and that it couldn’t be anyone else’s.” The shift in his body language and the look on his face told you everything you needed to know. It was all true, he did cheat on you, and the baby was his. Tears started welling up in your eyes but you continued. “She said her name was Jade and asked me to tell you to get into contact with her as soon as you could.”

Silence had engulfed the room, Roy was avoiding looking at you. The shame and regret he felt before was now intensified beyond capacity.

You spoke up again, asking the question you, now, already knew the answer to. “Roy, did you cheat on me?” The tears were already streaming down your face but you kept your composer; you did prepare yourself for this to some extent.

He didn’t say anything but just continued to stare at the ground. It was silent for what felt like forever before he whispered barely audibly, “I’m sorry.” He had tears running down his face. He fucked up and he knew it. A part of him was relieved that you knew, the part that had been carrying the guilt, shame, and worthlessness he had been feeling since it had happened.

“How could you do this to me?” Your voice was also just barely above a whisper. “Why did you do this to me?” You quietly sobbed.

All he could say in response was, “I’m so sorry.”

Silence had engulfed the room once again, occasionally being broken by sniffles or shifting feet. You knew what you had to do next.

“I’m going to stay with one of my friends/family members for the next few days, that should give you enough time to move out. The engagement ring is on the bedroom floor,” your voice trailed off.

“I’m sorry,” he said again in response, “that was a mistake, it didn’t mean anything. Can we talk about this? We could work this out. I don’t want to lose you, I love you more than anything else in the world. I know I fucked up, but please just give me a chance. Please,” he begged. He wanted you to yell at him, be mad at him, tell him he sucked, that you hated him. He wanted you to make him feel like shit. To validate what he felt inside. But you didn’t.

You looked at him with disbelief. Did he really just expect you to take him back like that, after he slept with another woman and conceived a child with her? “No, I won’t. I can’t. I never imagined that you would put me through something like this. From now on every time I look at you or think about you, all I’m going to be reminded of is this, the hell that I've been going through ever since I found out. I never expected the person I loved most to hurt me like this. I never, in my wildest dreams, thought that you would do this to me. That you would cheat on me. You didn’t even have the common decency to tell me that you cheated! I had to find out from someone else! You weren’t ever going to tell me, were you?” Anger was starting to flow through you. He didn’t say anything in response because he wasn’t going to let you find out, he promised himself that much.

Again, the silence told you everything you needed to know, he wasn’t going to tell you. You needed to get out of here, you needed to leave before you started saying things or throwing things. “Goodbye Roy Harper, I hope I never see you again for as long as I live.” With that you walked out of your once shared home. Roy’s heart ripped in half at that, he knew you meant those words. He was never going to see you again.

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lilskippity

beef.

Simon doesn’t get why you hate him so much. simon riley x sergeant!reader who hates(?) his guts tags/cw: nsfw 18+, explicit sexual content, afab!reader, simon kind of corners you for a sec so a smidge of dubcon but there’s verbal consent right after!, male masturbation, light masochism, sexual tension, brat kink, degradation kink, sparring as foreplay, hate sex (kind of), dirty thoughts & dirty talk, teasing, oral, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, creampie, FEELINGS, just hear me out okay. [5k words] based off of this request!

Simon doesn’t get why you hate him so much.

Doesn’t understand why you’re perfectly polite with Price and the others but look at him like fresh shit smeared on your boot’s sole.

Not that he cares; it’s only mildly irritating to have to listen to you talk shit whenever he’s busy tracking a target down his scope.

Better not miss, Lt.

Would be a really big mess to clean if you fuck this up, Lt.

Don’t tell me you’re getting rusty, Lt?

A right anklebiter, you are. It gets worse when you’re both on base– when the verbal pettiness turns physical.

#cute cute cute #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #cod

keegansdarling

The house is loud.

Someone is arguing about who touched whose tablet. A baby monitor hums softly from the counter even though no one in this house is technically a baby anymore. There’s a rogue sock on the ceiling fan. There’s applesauce on the wall. Nobody knows how.

You are tired.

So tired.

You’re holding a laundry basket on your hip when the front door opens.

And everything in your brain short circuits.

Keegan steps in wearing full tactical gear.

Plate carrier. Gloves. Rifle slung low. That cold, professional stillness wrapped around him like a second skin. His jaw is tight, eyes scanning automatically before softening when he sees you.

He’s only dressed like this because he had to stop by the house before heading out again. It’s practical. It’s routine.

It should not activate horny brain

It is absolutely activating horny brain.

You just stand there.

He tilts his head slightly. “What?”

You blink slowly. Very slowly.

The laundry basket slides out of your arms and hits the floor with a soft thud.

From the living room:

“Mom! He hit me!” “No I didn’t!” “You breathed at me!”

You don’t move.

Keegan watches you like he’s assessing a threat.

“…You good?” he asks.

You inhale deeply.

You look at the three chaotic, loud, sticky, beautiful children currently wrestling on the carpet.

You look back at him.

Your gaze drops.

Vest.

Thick arms under the sleeves.

Gloved hands.

The way his pants sit low on his hips. The knife at his thigh. The veins in his forearms.

You close your eyes.

“Okay,” you whisper to yourself. “Be strong.”

He narrows his eyes. “Why are you talking to yourself.”

You open them and stare at him like a woman about to make catastrophic life decisions.

“Because I am trying,” you say carefully, “to dissuade myself to make baby number four with you.”

There is silence.

A crayon snaps in half somewhere behind you.

Keegan blinks.

“…What.”

You point at him.

“That. That is the problem.”

He looks down at himself.

“This is regulation gear. You know, to keep me alive”

“Yes. I know.” You nod firmly. “Which makes it worse.”

He exhales slowly, like he’s dealing with a live explosive.

“Babe.”

One of the kids runs past yelling something about c-span. You ignore it.

“You can’t just walk in here looking like that,” you continue. “We barely survived number three. Do you remember number three?”

He actually smiles a little at that.

“Yeah,” he says softly. “She bites.”

“She bites everyone,” you hiss. “And I’m still not sleeping through the night.”

He steps closer, boots heavy against the hardwood.

You swallow.

The air changes when he gets close. It always does.

He lowers his voice.

“You’re the one staring at me like that.”

“Because you look like you’re about to go dismantle a government and then come home and manhandle me in the kitchen.”

A pause.

His eyebrow lifts.

“…you want it in the kitchen?”

You slap a hand over your face.

“This is what I’m talking about! I cannot be trusted.”

He chuckles under his breath and reaches for you, gloved fingers catching your chin gently.

“You’re exhausted,” he murmurs. “You don’t want another one right now.”

You look up at him.

You glance back at the chaos.

One child is upside down on the couch.

Another is wearing a colander as a helmet.

The third is licking something she absolutely should not be licking.

You look back at your husband in full tactical gear.

You bite your lip.

“…I don’t,” you say firmly.

Then quieter:

“But if you keep standing there looking like that I’m going to.”

His laugh is low and warm and dangerous.

He leans down close to your ear.

“You realize you’re the reason there are three already, right?”

You gasp dramatically. “Victim blaming?”

“Strategic observation.”

One of the kids yells, “Mom! She’s eating dog food!”

You don’t even look.

Keegan pulls back slightly and studies your face.

“You done?” he asks gently.

You stare at him a long moment.

Then you take a steadying breath.

You bend down, pick up the laundry basket, and march toward the hallway like a woman fighting for her life.

“Go save the country,” you mutter. “Before I ovulate out of spite.”

He laughs again and catches your wrist, pulling you back just enough to press a quick, firm kiss to your mouth.

It’s brief.

But it lingers.

He rests his forehead against yours for a second.

“We’re good with three,” he murmurs.

You look at him.

Then you glance down at his gear again.

You sigh deeply.

“…Ask me again after you shower.”

From the living room:

“Mom! The dog has a diaper on!”

Keegan pulls away, shaking his head, amused.

“I’ll be back tonight.”

You nod, still staring.

And as he walks out the door in full tactical gear, you call after him:

“If I get pregnant, this is your fault!”

His voice floats back from outside.

“Negative.”

You stand there in the noise and the crumbs and the beautiful disaster of your life.

And you absolutely start calculating ovulation windows anyway.

#10/10 on the adorable meter #keegan russ #cute cute cute #keegan p russ

miniwheat77

In the night. (Stalker!Ghost x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, stalker!ghost, Stockholm syndrome kinda, p in v sex, unprotected sex, dub-con proceed with caution. NO MINORS!

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