Batfam (or just Damian) with a Sweet//Soft Al-Ghul Twin! Reader who loves to cuddle! (Can be during naps or in general. :3)
BATFAMILY X SOFT!AL-GHUL!TWIN READER
When the softer twin loves cuddles.
Y/n and Damian were the same in skills.
Personality? No.
You and Damian are like yin and yang. Moon and Sun, the classic duo that everyone overuses when they want to be different from others.
But you are different from Damian.
You’re too soft.
He’s ruthless.
So maybe that’s why he finds himself being cuddled by his twin sibling who seemed not to have a care in the world.
You had a cuddling problem.
Sleeping in general? You’re sitting by someone and cuddling them.
You’re like some kinda kitten just wanting warmth.
Jason was the first one you cuddled close to, making Damian mad cause first of all… you’re his sibling and second of all, YOU’RE HIS SIBLING?!!
So Damian moved Jason out of the way and hugged you. And Damian doesn’t do hugs.
Tim was once playing on his switch when he saw his preteen sibling walking over before cuddling against him. He froze before he kept playing.
Dick was gushing when you cuddled him, he’d been WAITING for his little sibling to cuddle him. He took so many pictures that he put one as his profile picture.
“Oh yeah, that’s my ex-assassin of a little sibling cuddling me after school.”
Bruce was the last person, he saw how you cuddled with the others in your sleep.
He just didn’t expect his small child to be curled upon his lap as he put data in the bat computer.
Bruce just let out a small smile before continuing to type in a report for the latest crimes that happened in Gotham.
you wake up with a skull-splitting hangover and a phone that won’t stop vibrating against your palm.
you groan, eyes still closed, fumbling until you manage to answer.
“—oh thank god you’re alive,” utahime blurts the second the call connects. “where the hell are you? you vanished last night and you haven’t answered your phone once. do you have any idea how worried—”
“utahime,” you mumble, voice rough, tongue thick. “slow down. please. I’m alive. I think.”
you crack one eye open, bracing yourself for the familiar sight of your dorm ceiling. you must’ve blacked out and gone home on autopilot. again.
it wouldn’t be the first time you ditched a party early, curled into your own bed, and slept it off.
except… this isn’t your room.
you push yourself up slightly, the movement sending your head spinning. navy-blue sheets wrinkle beneath your palms. it was definitely not yours. your breath catches as your gaze lands on a broad back in front of you.
his white hair spills messily over a pillow. he groans when you shift, arm instinctively tightening around the space you’d been occupying.
your stomach drops.
then there’s movement on your other side. a quiet, low sound—half sigh, half groan. you turn your head slowly, dread pooling in your chest when you find long black hair fanned across the same navy sheets. geto’s face is peaceful in sleep, lashes resting against his cheeks like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
utahime is still talking, her voice fading into static as realization hits you all at once.
you’re not just in a bed.
you’re in their bed.
“utahime,” you whisper, staring at the ceiling like it might offer answers. after long pause from you, she urged another "what is it?" obviously curious of what you had to say.
the 141 always loves to come over to ghost's manchester flat, it's where you are and it's where violet is, you and ghost's daughter, six months old and already the 141's favourite. she sits in her father's arms silently whilst you turn the kettle on for the team, and squirms when he attempts to feed her her bottle. she always laughs when soap makes a funny face at her, blue eyes flashing and she's clapping at them, the same way ghost does on the inside. she's basically price's granddaughter, and he picks her up gently as you walk in with a tray of teacups that simon helps you pass out between the five of you. he tucks you next to him with a big arm, hand around his wife's waist, tucked next to his warmth as price rocks your daughter gently. gaz gently pins some baby clips onto the same curls that simon has on her head, and you watch as he does it with so much gentleness. here at home, it's good with you.
maybe you should have thought twice before randomly calling your ex-husband to say goodnight but on your discovery that your ex!husband sukuna still has feelings for you, you feel that maybe this could be the chance it could work out.
or
ex-husband sukuna and reader who still pine for each other but are stupid and stubborn
tags: fem!reader, no use of y/n, divorced parents, yuji child of divorce, mutual pining but they both deny, awkward middle aged sukuna, angst, domestic fluff, eventual smut, cw: depression, both sukuna and reader have an attitude, sukuna is an asshole, more tags to be added soon
a note from angel: thank you so much for being so patient whilst i get this part out, thank you so much for all the support and i hope you enjoy! this is mainly sukuna's pov of what happened in part three, their...reunion will happen in part five. pls guess what ateez song i just mentioned for a kith, i realised this song sums up their relationship so bad lmao. enjoy!
The second his phone started to ring he froze.
This was the call he's been waiting for all night and now suddenly it feels like every muscle in his body has tightened. His chest feels heavy and for a second it hurts to breathe. It's stupid, I mean he was the one who advised you to call him.
And it all slipped out so naturally, he wasn't even fully aware of what he was saying. "you know...you can call me whenever you want and i'll pick up. whenever. i mean you know this."
Sukuna's not the type to think before he speaks, anything he says is his immediate thoughts. He doesn't sugarcoat it and if there's something he wants to say then he'll say it. But he's learned the grave consequences of saying things around you so bluntly and harshly, unaware that his words struck hard for a sensitive person like you.
Nonetheless, he did really mean it when he said you could call him whenever.
He just didn't know if you would believe that he actually meant it.
There were many things within your previous marriage that Sukuna would say but didn't mean. Like the times he was coming home late, like the times that he told you it was fine when you cancelled on date nights when it really wasn't, like the times that he told you that everything was going to be alright when even he didn't believe it himself.
And at one point he didn't mean 'I love you.'
He rarely said it anyways, back then much preferring to show you physically rather than to say those three words out loud. Perhaps that also tied into the reasons for divorce.
But for the first time in a long time, you believed him. And granted you were drunk and Sukuna is well aware that this outcome may have been different if you had gotten home sober that night but nonetheless he's glad you called.
He waited a bit before picking up the phone. The last thing he needs is to seem desperate and pathetic.
(As if he hasn't seemed that way already by suggesting to call him anytime.)
But Yuji's away in his room, playing one of his video games so Sukuna is sure he won't be disturbed talking to you and there's a part of him that wants to talk to you for as long as possible. He misses hearing your voice. He misses hearing all of the little things; how your day has been, who's been pissing you off at work, how the nosy neighbour that lives across from you is doing and so much more he thinks these questions would be endless.
His default ringtone continues to call out. Until he finally bites the bullet and picks up.
Just from the tone of your voice he already knows that you've had a few drinks. There's a contagious energy to your voice that he knows only alcohol can bring out of you and a part of him wonders what you and the girls have talked about tonight.
He doesn't want to get too ahead of himself but if the first thing you're doing after heading home is calling him, then Sukuna's safe to assume that he was surely the topic of conversation at one point.
You claim that you were just calling to check on Yuji and Sukuna's more than capable of passing the phone over to him but he goes for his selfish instinct.
"Just missed him. He's sleeping." And when he baits you out for still being on the phone to him, he closes in on you even more like you're his prey. "Talk to me."
"About what?" you ask.
"Anything, enlighten me."
And then you go on to talk about everything and anything.
This is exactly what he wanted. The sentences don't stop falling from your lips, you manage to ramble for so long that Sukuna's unable to give a response. It's the alcohol doing this to you but just from your tone he can tell that you've missed having these conversations with someone. With him.
It doesn't have to be important - that's not the point - what's important is just having someone to listen to you as you get everything off your mind and chest and that's what Sukuna manages to grant you. He hums and asks questions in the right places and suddenly an hour has passed.
He knows it's getting late and he promised to take Yuji to the baseball game tomorrow morning. He shoots the question for you to come and join them, he'll pay. Sukuna's tone is casual but his fingers are digging into his palms because he's so nervous.
Denied.
He's not supposed to take it personally but there's something in his lower abdomen that still sinks somehow. You've still got your guard up around him and there's an evident red line that shouldn't be crossed.
He doesn't push, merely taking another route.
"well, if you're busy tomorrow then maybe some other time this week we could- uh - go for drinks or something..."
It was just a suggestion that popped into his mind and the second it leaves his mouth he can sense your hesitation. He's fucked up again, he thinks and to cover his ass he manages to do what he does best.
Lie.
"casual. parent to parent. talk about yuji's behaviour or whatever."
"right, as if it's something that you couldn't tell me right now? you just told me he was fine."
"should definitely be said in person. i can get jin to watch him in the meantime."
When you don't question him as much as you should he knows he's succeeded. You've enjoyed this catch-up conversation as much as he did and you're relying on your own selfish instinct to agree with him. His ideas for drinks are just another chance to keep up with what's been happening over the years. Of course, he asks about your life here and there each time you drop off Yuji but for the first time in a long time he's heard about your thoughts and patterns, something that he once had committed to memory.
He's thrown Jin in it but he knows that he would be more than happy to look after his nephew and perhaps a little too eager to know that the two of you are on proper speaking terms again. Sukuna's still unsure what he wants out of this situation but it's more than obvious through the fluctuations in his lower gut that he does miss you.
Even when he doesn't say it aloud.
When you say goodnight, he calls you baby on purpose. Teasing you. And he hangs up before you can even scold him thinking that he's a genius. He knows he shouldn't be saying it and he has no right to, it's been years but that pet name still slips from his tongue quicker than whiplash. And he doubts that you'll bring it up to his face when he drops Yuji by the end of the weekend.
Once he's hung up the phone he's a little surprised you don't call him back to cuss him out. Either it's too late for you to bother him or for once maybe you liked it.
The silence of the room is imminent as Sukuna now basks in the aftermath of the conversation and his actions.
A hand runs across his forehead. What the fuck was he doing? Asking you for drinks? Making up the excuse that this was simply just to talk about Yuji is a low blow and even he knows that. But at least he got you to somewhat agree with the idea of going out with him and didn't reject it entirely.
He just hopes that you don't plan to bail in the upcoming days.
Checking on Yuji, it's obvious that the boy's knocked out. Sukuna tuts, clearing a little of his stuff left on the floor, turning off the tv screen before switching off his lights.
Content with the quiet and calm state of the house, Sukuna finally heads to his own room. It's not too shabby, a little emptier than most bedrooms but Sukuna didn't have many possessions in the first place anyways. Made it easier to pack and let go of his past, he told himself.
The mattress creaks under his weight and he lets out a groan at the ache of his body. Fleeting, his eyes manage to glance at his bedside drawer. Out of everything in the house, that drawer is the one thing that he rarely opens. Hidden away in the back corner lies his gold wedding ring that he once wore.
Thinking back to your split, it was difficult for him to get used to the lighter feeling on his hand. Some nights he'd glance at his hand noticing that something was missing before the realisation clouded over him. He hasn't worn it since the papers were finalised. He kept the ring on even whilst they were being served and determined, selfishly hoping for the possibility that you would change your mind.
But of course he was wrong.
Somewhere in his house, buried in a stuffed cardboard box, there are pictures of you and him in a few photo albums he's saved from the early years of your marriage. He's documented a lot: the wedding, your pregnancy, Yuji's birthdays. And those pictures specifically cause the most anxiety in his gut.
He still remembers that one night when he flicked through Yuji's birthday pictures right up until Yuji's fifth birthday, the last birthday he had before the two of you separated.
With every photo from each year his eyes land on your face and with each turn of the page he notices how your smile eventually disappears. Your eyes are clearly downcast. To a stranger you'd seem happy but of course Sukuna knows when you're covering it all up.
He should have noticed it earlier. With how distant you were getting and you becoming more quieter and quieter even an idiot would have assumed that you were planning to file for divorce.
And the following year, once it was all finalised Sukuna stopped taking pictures at Yuji's birthday. He still showed up, he always would for Yuji there's no doubt about it but there was no use pretending to be playing a happy family in front of the cameras anymore.
Laying back, Sukuna settled underneath the covers with his eyes now staring at the ceiling. His body is still but his mind is active, running with a thousand thoughts. He thinks about everything, about you, Yuji and of the multitude of reasons for how he has become so different compared to the man in those photos. He's become unrecognisable to himself, his entire life so far from what he had envisioned in the past. Back to sleeping in bed alone at his age? No, that's not what he wanted.
That photo album remains unfinished, blank pages of memories that show the potential of the future he could have had. And there's a smudge of a chance that he'll be able to make them with you and finish that photo album entirely because damn it-
he misses you.
And he swears from this point forward to make this as clear as possible to you again, no matter what.
The waltz between you and Sukuna has started up again. And it's a selfish one. The two of you are pulling each other deeper and deeper into this trance all whilst knowing that inevitably the past will come to hurt you again.
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sneak peek for part 5 bc im really kind. i'm making it ambiguous (kinda).
"you gave up on me first."
"don't say it like that."
"was he a good fuck?"
"sukuna!"
"don't answer then."
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megumi blinks up at you with his big sleepy green eyes. bedhead like a baby sea urchin. one sock on. holding his favourite stuffed frog in one chubby hand.
he stares at the bedroom door. then back at you. then back at the door again.
"go on." you whisper. "jump on him. he deserves it."
megumi wobbles off - toddling unsteadily across the room on tiny legs, utterly determined. you peek around the corner to watch him, trying your best to hold in a laugh.
meanwhile, toji is dead asleep on his back. one muscled arm flopped over his face. his hair completely messed up to resemble his son's. the blanket has migrated halfway to the floor, revealing a very shirtless torso and the faintest trail of scars down his abdomen.
megumi climbs onto the bed with the grace of a potato. crawls right up onto toji’s stomach. squats there like a little gremlin.
and then-
"dada," he announces. pats his chest with a thump-thump-thump. "wake up."
toji groans.
megumi pats harder. "dadaaaa. wakey. wakey wakey wakey wakey- "
"‘s fuckin’ saturday," toji mumbles, voice gravel. "what did i do to deserve this."
"you forgot to do the dishes last night," you call sweetly from the hallway.
megumi takes your comment as encouragement and proceeds to flop down fully on toji’s chest, sticks his froggie plush directly into his father's face.
"wibbit," he says very seriously, with his raspy lisp. "froggie say wake."
toji cracks one eye open. stares blankly at the ceiling in silence. then, lets out the heaviest sigh in recorded history.
and then he sits up with little gumi still attached to his torso and mutters, “this family is insane.”
you climb into bed beside them both, hands finding its way into gumi’s wild hair. the other resting over toji’s warm chest. they smell like sleep and laundry detergent and you feel your chest tighten, in a good way, of course.
"this bed is overcrowded," toji mutters.
"deal with it," you mumble, half-asleep already.
megumi sneezes. toji groans. you laugh into his skin.
A/N: just a short one i wrote on my plane ride back from holidays AGES ago. lol
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