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family tree (dad!damian wayne x mom!reader)
summary; alfie has to make a family tree and you and damian attempt to help, knowing how complicated damian's family is
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"I have a class project," Alfie announced dramatically as he dropped his backpack onto the kitchen table. Damian looked up from his coffee and you looked up from helping Juliet color. Neither of you were prepared for the expression on Alfie's face.
"What's wrong?" You asked.
Alfie pulled out a crumpled worksheet "Teacher wants us to make a family tree."
You blinked and Damian slowly set down his mug and said "...I see."
The silence immediately made Alfie suspicious. "Why are you both looking at it like it's a bomb?"
Because, you thought, for most families a family tree was easy, but for Damians side of the family? Not so much.
An hour later, Alfie sat at the dining room table with a giant poster board while you and Damian attempted to help.
Juliet sat beside him, innocently coloring her own paper, she mostly was eavesdropping.
"Okay," you said “Let's start simple, put yourself in the middle."
Alfie carefully wrote his name, then he drew another branch "Mum."
You smiled as he wrote her name "Dad."
Damian nodded approvingly "So far, so good."
Alfie continued drawing "Then Grandpa Bruce."
"Correct."
He drew another branch "Then..." his pencil stopped "...how many uncles do I have?"
You immediately laughed and Damian pinched the bridge of his nose "Too many."
Three hours later, the project had somehow become worse. Alfie stared at the increasingly complicated diagram.
"So Grandpa Bruce didn’t Dad."
"Yes."
"But did adopt Uncle Dick."
"Yes."
"And Uncle Jason."
"Yes."
"And Uncle Tim."
"Yes."
"And Aunt Cass."
"Yes."
"And Uncle Duke."
"Yes."
Alfie groaned "That's so confusing."
"You have no idea," Damian muttered.
Juliet suddenly looked up. "You forgot Titus, and Alfred the Cat, and Batcow.”
"They’re animals." Damian shook his head at her
"He lives here."
"That is not how family trees work."
Juliet crossed her arms "Titus is family."
Alfie considered this "She has a point."
"No."
"Bat-Cow?"
"No."
"Alfred the cat?"
"No."
Juliet looked deeply offended.
By dinner time the project had spread across half the table and even worse, other members of the family had started wandering in.
Dick had arrived first "What are we doing?"
"Family tree," Alfie said.
Dick took one look at the poster "Oh."
That was never a good sign.
Ten minutes later Jason appeared. Then Tim. Then Cass.
The project instantly became complete chaos. Jason leaned over Alfie's shoulder.
"You're making me look old."
"You are old."
"I'm in my late thirties"
"Exactly."
Jason looked personally attacked.
Meanwhile Tim was examining the diagram "You forgot half the connections."
"There are more?"
"There are always more."
Alfie looked horrified.
Cass sat beside him "This is why normal people use smaller families."
"Can we do that?" Alfie asked hopefully.
"No."
The final straw came when Alfie reached Damian's mothers side of the family. His pencil hovered uncertainly.
"So..."
You immediately knew where this was going "Oh no."
Damian knew too "Oh no."
Alfie looked between them "What about your Grandpa Ra's?"
The entire room froze. Jason burst out laughing first, Dick followed and Tim had to leave the room entirely. Damian looked seconds away from a migraine.
"Technically," Alfie continued, "he's part of the family."
"He is dead, and hes the former head of the League of Assassins."
"That's not what the project says."
"Alfie."
"He exists."
You bit her lip to stop smiling and Juliet tilted her head. "Who's Grandpa Ra's?"
"No one."
"He sounds fun."
"He is not."
Despite Damian's objections, Ra's ended up on the poster in a very small in a corner with several arrow, and a note reading:
Dad doesn't like talking about him.
When the project was finally finished, everyone gathered around the table. The poster was enormous and somehow, Juliet had managed to sneak Titus onto it anyway.
Damian was pretending not to notice as Alfie looked over the finished tree proudly.
At the center were four names connected together:
Alfie.
Juliet.
Mum.
Dad.
Everything else branched outward from there. The Batfamily, older relatives, some alfie didn't even know about, etc.
You watched Alfie's eyes scan the poster "You happy with it?"
"I think so."
"You think so?"
Alfie smiled "Most kids in class have like... four people."
You laughed "And?"
"I have loads."
Juliet puffed out her chest "We're special."
"We're definitely something," Damian said.
The next day Alfie proudly carried the project into school. When he returned that afternoon, Reader met him at the door "How'd it go?"
Alfie's grin was immediate "The teacher thought I made some of it up."
You laughed "I can see why."
"She didn't believe I had that many relatives."
"What happened?"
"I showed her pictures."
You could only imagine how that conversation had went.
That evening the poster ended up hanging in the Manor hallway. Bruce stopped to examine it, for a long moment he simply stared at the family that had somehow grown larger than he ever could have imagined with all his children and grandchildren.
Then his gaze settled on Alfie and Juliet's names in the center and a small smile appeared as he realised who had made it "Nice tree."
Alfie beamed "Thanks, Grandpa."
Bruce squeezed his shoulder gently "Best one I've ever seen."
summary; you become an f1 fan somewhere between morgan getting arrested at silverstone 2025 and the start of 2026 which complicates things when you want to go to the silverstone race weekend
a/n: I know its been a while but ive been super busy with work since i finished up uni for the summer (this was supposed to come out last weekend)
i also rlly dont like this but I felt like it had to wrote smth
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The first time you mentioned Formula 1, Morgan barely looked up from his phone. He had always been a fan of football over literally anything else
"It's just cars driving in circles?" he asked.
You shake your head "That's NASCAR."
"Right. Cars driving in... slightly less circular circles."
It had started innocently enough, a few clips on TikTok, team radio compilations, then race highlights. Before you knew it, you were waking up at ridiculous hours to watch Grands Prix, arguing over tyre strategies with strangers online, and somehow explaining the Constructors' Championship to your friends like I'd been watching for years. Morgan thought it was hilarious.
"You've become a proper motorsport nerd."
"I have not."
"You absolutely have."
"...Okay, maybe a little."
He'd tease you every weekend. He'd walk into the living room during qualifying and deliberately ask who Lewis Hamilton drove for just to watch your eye twitch.
"You know exactly who he drives for."
"I forgot."
"No, you didn't."
"...Ferrari?"
You'd sigh dramatically "Unfortunately, yes."
By the start of 2026, it had really become your thing. You'd explain strategies and he'd pretend not to care. Then ten minutes later he'd ask, "So... why didn't they pit him earlier?"
"You are interested."
"I'm interested because you're shouting at the TV."
"Liar."
"Maybe."
So naturally, when the British Grand Prix tickets went on sale you wanted to go. You’d said it so casually, like it wasn't impossible. Morgan froze "...Oh."
That single word made your stomach sink. Because you both remembered Silverstone 2025. The incident.
Streamer Angry Ginge Arrested at Silverstone.
Even now people still took the piss out of it. He called it "one of the stories to tell the grandkids." But the consequences hadn't gone away. He wasn't allowed back to Silverstone, not after security had escorted him and Chazza out in handcuffs while thousands of people watched.
You’d never actually cared about Formula 1 back then. You'd watched the clips because everyone else had. You remembered laughing with the rest of the internet. Now it felt different.
Because you wanted to experience your first Grand Prix. And the one race you'd have easy access to, was the one race your boyfriend legally couldn’t attend.
You stared down at the laptop, the ticket page was still open, then quietly closed the tab "It's okay."
He looked at you "No, it's not. You could go with your friends, sweetheart."
"We could watch it at home."
"You've wanted this for months."
"I know."
"You've literally been counting down."
"I know."
His jaw tightened "I hate that I ruined this."
"You didn't ruin it."
"I literally got myself banned."
You walked over to him "You didn't know I'd randomly become obsessed with Formula One six months later. And you also were wrongfully arrested."
He wrapped an arm around me "I feel awful."
"You don't need to."
"I do."
He looked at you "We'll go somewhere else."
"There isn't another Silverstone."
"No."
"But there are twenty-three other races."
"...Twenty-four."
"See?"
He nudged your shoulder "You've become unbearable."
"I'm informed."
"Obsessed."
"Passionate."
"Red flag."
You laughed "You love me."
"...Unfortunately."
I grinned "Besides..."
"What?"
"I'd rather watch it on the sofa with you than stand at Silverstone without you."
He smiled then faked a disgusted face "...You're disgustingly sweet."
"I know."
"And if anyone asks why we're not there..."
You smirk "I'll just tell them my boyfriend has a very specific problem with Silverstone security."
He groaned immediately "Oh, absolutely not."
"What?"
"You are never telling that story."
"I'm absolutely telling that story. Half of the internet already knows it anyways."
"I'll leave."
"You can't."
He folded his arms "I absolutely can."
"You've got nowhere to go."
"I'll go to the kitchen."
"You were making tea before I started bullying you."
"...I'll make another one."
"You've already had three today."
"Fourth time's the charm."
You laughed as he tried to sidestep you, only for you to catch the sleeve of his hoodie "You're not escaping this conversation."
"I'm escaping your slander."
"It's not slander if it's true."
He pointed an accusing finger at me "You used to be normal."
"I still am."
"You spent twenty minutes talk about understeers to Chazza the other day."
"He asked."
"He regretted asking."
"He did not."
"He absolutely did."
You couldn't help smiling. For someone who claimed he didn't care about Formula One, he'd listened to every ramble, every race recap, every complaint about questionable strategy calls. He'd sat through qualifying sessions while pretending to scroll on his phone, only to randomly ask questions halfway through that proved he'd been listening the whole time. Though the more you thought about it, he probably just sat through them because he loved you.
He sighed, the joking expression fading slightly "I am sorry, though."
"I know."
"I mean it."
You reached up and rested a hand against his cheek "We'll get to a race eventually."
His hand settled over mine "And when we do," he said, "it'll be a weekend away, overpriced food, ridiculously expensive merch..."
"And me forcing you to wear a Mercedes team cap."
"I draw the line there. Im legally required to wear Red Bull"
"You'll wear it."
"I'll hold it."
"You'll wear it."
He rolled his eyes with an exaggerated groan before leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead "We'll see."
Kicks (zuko x reader)
summary; you and zuko feel izumi kick for the first time
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It was late. Not unusually late for the Fire Lord, but late enough that the palace had finally gone quiet. The day's meetings were finished, the chamberlain was quiet, and the paperwork had been abandoned for tomorrow. And for once, neither of you had anywhere else to be.
You were stretched across a chair near the balcony doors, one arm tucked behind your head. The evening breeze drifted through the room as you were half asleep, or trying to be. The baby had other plans..
A small movement fluttered low in your stomach, not enough to hurt. You sighed and immediately, Zuko looked up from the report he'd been pretending to read "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." That answer fooled absolutely nobody.
His eyes narrowed as if you say ‘tell me.’
"The baby is awake."
"...the baby can be awake?"
She stared at him "Zuko."
"What?"
"You know remarkably little about this."
"I've never done this before."
"Neither have I."
"Yes, but somehow you seem to know everything."
"I don't."
Another movement from the baby, stronger this time caused you to press a hand against her stomach automatically "Oh."
Immediately Zuko sat up straighter.
"What?"
You looked down, then back at him, a smile slowly appeared on your face "She kicked."
For a second he just stared like the words needed time to register.
"She what?"
You laughed softly "Kicked."
The expression on his face changed instantly.
Concern vanished, replaced by something else "You can feel it?"
"Yeah."
Another small kick "There."
His eyes widened slightly "Again?"
"they’re very active tonight."
"Do you..." Zuko stopped himself clearly trying to figure out how to ask.
You smiled "Come here."
The report was forgotten immediately as he crossed the room so quickly you almost laughed. The couch dipped as he sat beside you. For a moment he just looked down at your stomach. Like he was afraid to do something wrong "Where?"
Carefully you guided his hand, resting it against the curve of your stomach "There."
For a few seconds nothing happened, but Zuko stayed perfectly still. Then a sharp little movement pressed against his palm. His eyes went wide "Oh." The word came out barely above a whisper.
Another kick, this one stronger than the last one "She did it again."
"I know."
"That was her."
"Yes."
"She kicked me."
"She did."
His hand remained exactly where it was as though moving might somehow make the moment disappear. For a long time neither of you spoke. Eventually Zuko shook his head slightly "I can't believe it."
"What?"
A pause.
Then, softly "We made a person."
The answer hit harder than you expected, because she understood exactly what he meant. You reached for his free hand and intertwined your fingers.
Zuko blinked "...she has your aim."
You snorted "She's not aiming."
"She absolutely is."
"She's not even born yet."
"Exactly."
His expression turned suspicious "She's already conspiring against me."
"With who?"
"You."
"Of course."
Another kick. Zuko narrowed his eyes at your stomach.
"I knew it."
This time you laughed hard enough that tears appeared in your eyes. The baby immediately kicked again.
Which only made Zuko point accusingly "See?"
"You're arguing with an unborn child."
"And losing."
"Badly."
For a moment you both simply sat there laughing. The palace quiet around you both. And when yet another tiny kick met his hand, Zuko's smile softened. His thumb brushed gently over the curve of your stomach.
"Hi, little one," he said quietly. The baby kicked once more. "Yeah," he murmured "I love you too."
sneaking around (zuko x reader)
summary; early in your relationship, before telling your friends, you and zuko liked to sneak around
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Keeping a relationship secret turned out to be significantly harder than either of you had expected, not because you were bad at secrets, but because everyone around you was annoying. Particularly Sokka.
"Why are you both here?"
You froze and across the palace library, Zuko looked equally guilty.
Which was unfortunate because you weren't actually doing anything…for once.
"I was reading," you answered.
Sokka narrowed his eyes "Together?"
Neither of you responded quickly enough.
"Oh, that's suspicious," he said, clearly joking.
"It isn't," Zuko said immediately.
"Suspicious."
"Sokka,” you both said
"You both said that at the same time. Very suspicious."
You briefly considered earthbending him into a wall. But, eventually Sokka wandered off, talking to himself about conspiracies or something like that.
The moment he disappeared around the corner, you dropped your head against the nearest bookshelf "He's going to figure it out."
"He once thought Appa secretly ran an underground animal fighting business when Appa's an animal himself."
"That's not reassuring."
"It should be."
Unfortunately, Zuko was smiling which wasn't helping at all.
The second problem was that apparently once you both started dating, you wanted to be around each other all the time. A fact you found deeply irritating. Before, you could go days without seeking him out, now you'd be halfway through and suddenly wonder where he was.
Not because you needed anything, simply just because. It was ridiculous.
The third problem was that Zuko had somehow become worse at hiding things.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You absolutely do."
The whole group was attending some banquet none of them wanted to be at. Toph was hiding out in a different room, Sokka was dancing with Suki and Katara and Aang were talking to some noble.
Everything was normal, except for the fact that every time you looked up, Zuko was already looking at you. What an idiot.
"You're going to get us caught."
"I'm just standing here."
"Exactly."
By the third week you had developed a system. A terrible system, but an incredibly effective one. One built entirely around disappearing whenever possible.
The palace had far too many corridors and empty rooms. Too many places where two people could accidentally find themselves alone.
‘Accidentally.’
"You're late." You folded your arms as Zuko slipped into the unused room.
"I had a meeting."
"You are the meeting, Zuko."
"That's not how being Fire Lord works."
"It should be."
The door clicked shut behind him and silence settled. For a moment neither of you moved Which somehow felt more intimate than anything else.
"You know," Zuko said, "normal couples don't have to hide in abandoned rooms."
"We aren't normal."
"Fair."
A laugh escaped you and Zuko's expression softened immediately. And there it was again that look that made her stomach do strange things. The one she'd spent years not noticing or trying to push away.
"Oh no."
"What?"
"You're doing the face."
"What face?"
"The one where you look at me like that."
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Liar."
He stepped closer “Maybe," he admitted.
You rolled your eyes then kissed him. When you both pulled apart, Zuko looked entirely too pleased with himself "See?"
"See what?"
"Much easier than arguing."
"Incorrect."
A knock sounded somewhere outside and both of you froze.
"Reader?" Katara's voice.
You and Zuko looked at each other horrified.
"Reader, are you in there?"
Zuko mouthed “Don't answer.”
You glared and whispered "That's your plan?"
"It's a good plan."
"It's a terrible plan."
The handle rattled and both of you jumped. Thinking quickly, you grabbed Zuko's sleeve and yanked him behind the nearest curtain terrified she'd just open the door and walk in. There wasn't enough room at all though. "Move," he whispered
"You move."
"You're taller."
"How is that relevant?"
Outside, Katara sighed "You know what? Never mind."
You both remained frozen for several seconds until her footsteps retreated, making absolutely sure she was gone. Finally you said "...I hate this."
Zuko's shoulders were shaking with laughter.
"Are you laughing?"
"No." He was.
"Zuko."
Eventually you started laughing too because the situation was ridiculous. Two grown adults, one of them the Fire Lord, hidden behind a curtain because they couldn't tell their friends they were dating.
"This is your fault."
"How?"
"I haven't decided yet."
His smile softened, then Zuko reached for your hand whether to reassure you or himself more, you weren't sure. "We don't have to tell them yet."
You squeezed his fingers "No."
For now, you were content hiding in forgotten rooms and behind palace curtains.
Greetings to one of the authors that I adore here, I would like to have a request for my oh so gorgeous beautiful and strong man Jason Peter Todd (you're also into avatar I see I see)
Hear me out-
Blood bender reader who didn't told jason about their ykyk ability(reader knows jason is RH) till one day villain attack where reader also at the scene then a villain notice the reader baraboom reader used their ability :3
Oh yeah jason as red hood ofc
If it's okay if there's batfam too? Tehee
But ofc No pleasure my dear author feel free to ignore this req >;33
summary; jason finds out that you're a bloodbender
a/n: this is the request
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The first rule of having a terrifying secret was simple, Never tell Jason Todd. Not because he would judge you, Jason was the least likely person to judge you. The problem was that Jason worried, a lot, quietly, but still very obviously. So when you'd discovered years ago that you could bloodbend, you decided it was information best kept to yourself.
Besides, bloodbending wasn't exactly a fun conversation starter "Hey, Jay, pass the salt. Also, I can control people's bodies by manipulating the blood in their veins."
Yeah. No.That wasn’t going to happen, so you kept quiet. And for a while, it worked. Until Gotham decided to be Gotham.
The night had started normally enough. You were meeting Jason after patrol, waiting in a small convenience store a few blocks from Crime Alley. He was running late which meant you were pretending not to worry while scrolling through your phone.
Then the explosion happened, the front windows shattered inward, people screamed. You hit the floor just as masked mercenaries stormed inside.
"Nobody move!"
You glanced toward the entrance, no Jason. The mercenaries were gathering civilians together when another figure entered behind them.
A metahuman, smiilng with the kind of smile that immediately made your skin crawl. His eyes swept over the room before landing on you. And paused.
"Oh?" he said.
The grin widened "Now that's interesting."
Your stomach dropped, you didn't know how, but somehow he knew. The metahuman strode forward and one of the civilians tried to stop him. The man was thrown across the room effortlessly. People screamed again, but the villain's attention never left you.
"Rare ability," he mused. "Let's see if you're as dangerous as the rumors say your abilities are"
A gunshot echoed outside, then another. Red Hood, finally.
The mercenaries immediately shifted focus toward the disturbance.
The villain sighed "Looks like we're out of time."
His hand lifted and you watched as power crackled around his fingers. And it was aimed directly at a terrified little girl hiding behind her mother.
You moved before you could think. The villain's arm froze nad his eyes widened "What—"
You clenched your fist and his entire body locked in place. The room went silent.
The villain's arm twisted upward against his will, his knees buckled and a horrified expression spread across his face as he fought for control. And then Red Hood crashed through the front entrance.
"Everybody down—"
Jason stopped mid-sentence, the scene before him was probably confusing.
The villain floating half a foot off the ground, your hand extended, the entire room staring at you.
"Uh," Jason said intelligently.
You winced "Hi."
The villain attempted to move, but you squeezed your fist tighter and he immediately dropped face-first onto the floor.
Jason blinked "You did that?"
"Technically"
"Technically?"
Before you could answer, more footsteps approached, Nightwing swung through the broken window and Robin followed because apparently humiliation traveled in groups.
Nightwing looked between you and the unconscious villain "...Should I ask?"
"No," you said immediately.
"Yes," Jason said at the same time "Absolutely yes."
You groaned. Twenty minutes later, the villain was restrained, the civilians were safe, and you were sitting on the hood of the Batmobile while several members of the Batfamily stared at you.
Jason had removed his helmet but his expression was unreadable which was somehow worse.
"So," Dick said.
You pointed at him "No."
"So you've been hiding bloodbending powers—"
"No."
"—for how long?"
You buried your face in your hands. Jason snorted, Dick looked delighted, and Damian just looked offended.
"That is an absurd thing to keep secret."
"Thank you," Jason said.
You looked up "You're agreeing with him?"
"On this? Yeah."
"I thought you'd be angry."
Jason's expression softened "Never." The answer came so quickly it caught you off guard so you stayed silent as he continued "You didn't tell me because you were scared of how I'd react."
You looked away "...Maybe."
Jason stepped closer "You know I don't care about it, right?" his hand found yours "I care that some psycho targeted you and I wasn't there."
Of course that was what bothered him. You should've known.
Dick made a disgusted noise "Oh my God, they're being cute."
"Shut up, Dick."
"Never."
For the first time that night, your shoulders relaxed.
The secret was out, no more hiding.
Jason squeezed your hand "So."
You groaned "What now?"
A grin spread across his face "The next time you can do something horrifying and dangerous, maybe tell your boyfriend."
You considered it "We’ll see."
Jason rolled his eyes "That's what I was afraid of."
Can you do one of ginge where the reader is Ethan’s sister and her and Morgan already liked each other and then the sidemen put them both on inside to see if they’d finally get together
summary; behz's sister goes on inside with the sidemen already knowing she had feelings for a certain ginger
a/n: its been a while since I watched inside s1 and I have also added extra parts to the challenge
Based off this request
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You should've known something was wrong the second you walked into the challenge room. The Sidemen were all standing behind the glass looking far too pleased with themselves, especially Simon.
You narrowed your eyes "I don't like that look."
"That's because you're smart," Morgan murmured beside you.
You nodded "Fair."
On the screen above you, the words SILENT LIBRARY flashed and immediately everyone groaned.
"No."
"Absolutely not."
"We're losing money today."
Through the glass you could see JJ already laughing. "Welcome contestants," Simon's voice came through the speakers.
"Hi Simon," you replied dryly.
"Today you'll be taking part in Silent Library."
The rules were explained, no laughing, no talking, no noise. Simple enough, except for the fact that every few minutes the producers seemed determined to make it harder. Especially for you and Morgan.
The first few punishments were normal enough, then Morgan got called up. You watched him open an envelope and his face immediately dropped.
Your eyebrows shot up "Oh that's bad."
Morgan was handed a pair of giant novelty cupid wings making the room start shaking with silent laughter. Through the glass you could see Ethan practically folding in half.
"That is definitely Ethan's idea," you whispered.
Morgan slipped the wings on and the buzzer immediately sounded.
A message appeared on the screen: FIND YOUR PERFECT MATCH.
The entire room looked at you and you stared right back.
"No."
Morgan was already laughing and the wings made it worse.
You pressed your lips together. Across the room somebody snorted.
"That's actually criminal," you whispered.
Morgan sat back down beside you, the stupid wings brushing your shoulder. You immediately looked away before you laughed. A few rounds later your name appeared.
"Oh for fuck's sake. This is targeted harassment," you muttered.
When the challenge finally ended everyone was still laughing.
Morgan immediately nudged your shoulder "You know, they spent actual money setting that up."
"They need hobbies."
"You know Behz definitely approved it."
You stopped walking "No."
"Oh absolutely."
"Ethan wouldn't."
Morgan stared and you stared back. Neither of you believed it.
"Actually yeah," you sighed. "He definitely would."
The rest of the day only got worse, every conversation somehow came back to you two. At one point you were convinced the producers had instructed people to keep mentioning it.
By the evening you'd had enough, so you escaped to the bedroom which was much quieter.
No fellow contestants, no Sidemen, sure there were still cameras, but there was also peace….for about thirty seconds.
The door opened behind you and you didn't need to turn around to guess who it was "Morgan."
All he replied was your name in the same tone
You rolled your eyes as he sat beside you, and for a moment neither of you spoke.
Then he nudged your shoulder “Soooo”
"I'm blocking all seven of them after this."
"You can't block Ethan, he’s your brother."
"Watch me."
Morgan laughed and you looked over at him which was a big mistake. His smile immediately softened. The kind that made your stomach flip when you saw it
"You know," he said quietly, "I think they're right."
You groaned "Don't."
"No seriously."
"Morgan."
"I like you."
Your heart nearly stopped "Oh." you mentally cursed yourself, very smooth.
"Oh?"
"Shut up."
He laughed softly and you looked down at your hands. The stupid thing was you'd liked him for ages, everyone knew it. And apparently even Ethan knew it, which was humiliating.
"I like you too."
Morgan blinked "Yeah?"
"Yeah."
A grin spread across his face "Good."
"Good?"
"Means I can do this."
He leaned forward before you could think too hard about it, his hand brushed your cheek as he leaned him. The kiss was soft, like something you'd both been meaning to do for months.
When you pulled apart you couldn't stop smiling, neither could he. Then a voice echoed from somewhere above you "ABOUT TIME."
You both froze and looked up. A camera sat above the door. The speaker crackled followed by Harry and JJ’s laughter, then Ethan's voice "Oh for fuck's sake."
You immediately buried your face in Morgan's shoulder "No. Oh my God."
The laughter coming through the speakers only got louder, Morgan was practically crying laughing beside you.
alfie and juliet take on the case of the missing cookies
(dad!damian wayne x mom!reader)
summary; cookies go missing so alfie and juliet take it upon themselves to find out who took them.
a/n; this is mostly an alfie and juliet fic so while you and damian appear, the kids are the mcs
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The case began at exactly 9:14 a.m, or, at least, that's what Alfie wrote in the notebook he'd stolen borrowed from his grandfather's study.
In large block letters, he scribbled:
CASE 1: THE MISSING CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES
Dectives Deticives Detectives Juliet and Alfie
Juliet peered over his shoulder. "Make detective bigger."
"It is big."
"It's not Alfie."
Alfie sighed and rewrote it
Juliet nodded approvingly "Better!"
The crime itself had occurred earlier that morning. A plate of cookies had vanished from the kitchen. Not all of them, just six. According to Alfred's recipe book, there should have been twenty-four.
There were only eighteen on the plate. A very serious mystery your kids had decided, and naturally, as Damian's children, they were the only people qualified to solve it.
"First," Alfie said, adjusting his toy magnifying glass hanging around his neck "we interview witnesses."
Juliet gasped "Like Sherlock Holmes."
"Exactly."
Neither of them had actually read or watched Sherlock Holmes.
Their first suspect was Damian. He was sitting in the library reading when the mini detectives arrived.
Juliet immediately pointed at him "You look guilty."
Damian slowly lowered his book and cocked a brow at her "I beg your pardon?"
"The cookies."
"What cookies?"
"The missing cookies."
Damian blinked, looked at Alfie, Juliet, then pinched the bridge of his nose "No."
"You didn't even let us ask questions."
"Because I know what questions you're asking."
Juliet narrowed her eyes "Suspicious, Daddy."
Alfie quickly opened his notebook "Question number one."
"There should not be a question number one."
"There is."
Damian sighed "Very well. Proceed."
Juliet gasped "He agreed."
"He's trying to look innocent," she whispered to Alfie.
"I can hear you."
"That's exactly what a suspect would say."
Damian closed his eyes briefly "Ask your questions."
Alfie straightened "Ahem. Where were you between seven and eight this morning?"
"Training."
"Can anyone confirm that?"
"Yes."
"Who?"
"You."
Alfie paused "Oh."
Damian watched as his son frowned down at the notebook, the pencil hovered uncertainly.
"That is a rather strong alibi," Damian added.
Alfie reluctantly nodded "It is."
Juliet was undeterred "You could've stolen them before training."
"I couldn't have."
"After training?"
"No."
"During training?"
Damian stared at her "How exactly would I accomplish that?"
Juliet thought for a moment "Very fast."
Alfie nodded "Dad is pretty fast."
"I am not discussing hypothetical cookie theft scenarios."
Alfie scribbled something down anyway.
Damian leaned forward slightly "What are you writing?"
Alfie quickly covered the page "Detective stuff."
That answer somehow made perfect sense. Damian sat back in his chair "Anything else?"
Juliet immediately climbed onto his lap "Do you even like cookies?"
Damian glanced toward Alfie, his son was writing furiously. The notebook was beginning to concern him.
"Alfie."
"Yeah?"
"What exactly have you written?"
Alfie looked down at the page. "'Dad likes cookies.'"
Damian nodded "Reasonable."
"'Dad had access to cookies.'"
"Also reasonable."
"'Dad looks guilty.'"
Damian froze more in confusion than anything else. Slowly, he looked at Juliet, and she smiled sweetly.
"That's my evidence."
"You cannot use my face as evidence."
"Why not?"
"Because that is not how investigations work."
Juliet crossed her arms "Sounds like something a guilty person would say."
For the first time in his life, Damian finally understood why Bruce occasionally walked away from conversations with him or his siblings without responding.
Across from him, Alfie added another note:
SUSPECT BECOMING DEFENSIVE
Damian stared at the notebook. And somehow, despite being completely innocent, Damian had become the prime suspect in a cookie-related criminal investigation.
Alfie carefully wrote:
SUSPECT 1; Dad
VERY SUSPICIOUS
Next came Bruce, who was very easy to find. Mostly because he was asleep on a couch. At eleven in the morning. His years as Batman had tired him out, and now that he was retired, he spent his days catching up on much-needed sleep, even though his nights were still spent in the Bat-cave.
Juliet poked his cheek and he didn’t stir so she poked harder. Bruce opened one eye "Morning."
"It's not morning, grandpa"
"It is if I've just woken up."
Alfie flipped open the notebook "Where were you between seven and eight a.m.?"
Bruce looked genuinely alarmed "Why does that sound like a police question?"
"The cookies."
"Oh." Bruce considered, then grinned "Oh, this is about the cookies."
Juliet gasped "You know about the cookies."
"I know there were cookies."
Alfie scribbled furiously:
SUSPECT 2; Grandpa
KNOWS ABOUT COOKIES
Their next suspect was you.
They found you in the library with Damian. You hadn’t been there when they’d interviewed Damian, so the kids assumed you’d joined their dad while they were interviewing Bruce. You looked up as your children marched in. Damian rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile on his face, and he continued reading. Alfie carried his notebook, and Juliet had taken to carrying Alfie's magnifying glass.
"Hello," You said trying not to laugh at how serious they looked.
"We have questions, mommy" Juliet announced.
"Should I be worried?"
"Possibly," Alfie said.
"Definitely," Juliet added.
"All right, detectives."
Alfie sat up straighter "Where were you between seven and eight this morning?"
You pretended to think "Hmm."
Juliet gasped "She's stalling."
"I'm remembering."
"Suspicious."
"I was still in bed, you guys got up with your dad, remember?"
"Can anyone verify that?" Alfie asked.
"Your dad and you guys."
Juliet frowned "That's a lot of witnesses."
"It is."
Alfie wrote:
MOM HAS ALIBIS
Juliet leaned over "No. Put maybe."
"Why?"
"She could've planned it."
You pressed a hand to your chest "I'm wounded."
"You'll recover."
You had to laugh at her words. You’d heard them one too many times out of Damians mouth at your dramatics.
Before they left, you asked "Who do you guys think took the cookies?"
Juliet immediately pointed at Damian "Dad."
You shake your head in amusement "Dad?"
Damian looked up at your kids “Me?”
"He always looks grumpy and today he’s extra happy."
"That's because he lives with you two." You teased them.
Two hours later and the detectives had gathered:
One notebook
Four suspects (Tim, was also at the manor but he was in the batcave so the kids couldn't interview him.)
Zero evidence
Two juice boxes
Juliet flopped dramatically onto the edge of a couch "We're terrible detectives."
"We're not terrible."
"We haven't solved anything."
Alfie frowned, it was true. Then Juliet suddenly sat upright "Wait."
"What?"
"The kitchen."
"What about it?"
"We didnt look at the crime scene."
"What?"
Twenty minutes later they were crawling around the kitchen floor, Juliet was under the table and Alfie was examining chairs "ALFIE!"
"I FOUND EVIDENCE!"
He rushed over and Juliet pointed dramatically. There, stuck underneath a chair, was a tiny chocolate crumb. The detectives stared.
Alfie squinted "I don't see anything."
The trail wasn't much of a trail. It was mostly a series of tiny chocolate smudges that only Juliet seemed capable of spotting "There."
"The tiny brown dot."
"That's dust."
"It's chocolate."
"How do you know?"
Juliet looked at him "Because dust isn't delicious."
Before Alfie could stop her, she'd swiped the chocolate off the floor and licked her finger "Chocolate."
"Juliet!"
"What?"
The trail led out of the kitchen and down one of the long hallways. Every few feet Juliet would spot another crumb and Alfie would write something dramatic in his notebook.
SUSPECT IS MESSY.
LIKES COOKIES.
Juliet nodded at that last one "A strong lead."
The clues eventually brought them to the sitting room, the room was empty.
Juliet spotted something immediately, a blanket draped over one armchair,a book left open on the side table, and single chocolate smear on the armrest.
Alfie gasped "A secondary crime scene."
Alfie examined the book and Juliet examined the chair.
Then she froze. "Alfie."
"What?"
Coffee.
She pointed under the chair, and there was a receipt. Alfie picked it up, they couldn’t read most of it, but one word stood out.
The detectives looked at each other, then spoke simultaneously "Uncle Tim."
A new page appeared in the notebook.
SUSPECT:
Uncle Tim
MOTIVE:
Likes coffee.
Exists near cookies.
LIKELIHOOD:
VERY
The detectives marched through Wayne Manor with renewed purpose. They searched every room Tim commonly occupied. The study, the gym, his bedroom. No Tim. At last, they reached the grandfather clock hiding the Batcave entrance.
Juliet stopped and Alfie whispered "No way."
Juliet whispered back "Way."
The elevator descended and the doors opened. And there, sitting at the Batcomputer with a half-eaten cookie in one hand and a coffee cup in the other was Tim
He looked up as the children entered. The cookie slowly lowered.
"CRIMINAL." Juliet yelled.
Tim sighed "Okay, first of all, rude."
"You stole the cookies."
"I borrowed the cookies."
"That's not how cookies work, uncle Tim."
Tim considered that "Fair point."
Alfie flipped open his notebook "Do you confess?"
"To eating cookies?"
"Yes."
"Then yes."
"Case closed."
Tim stared as Alfie proudly wrote the final entry.
CASE 1 SOLVED
CRIMINAL CAUGHT
JUSTICE SERVED
"Justice served?" Tim asked.
Juliet held out her hand "Two cookies."
Tim blinked. "What?"
"As punishment."
Tim stared at her and slowly, he handed over the remaining cookies.
Juliet nodded. Tim looked toward the cave ceiling, then switched on Damians comm to say "Damian, I think your daughter is extorting me."
the moment you realised you loved him (zuko x reader)
summary; you realise you love zuko
masterlist zuko realising he loves you
The realization hit you in the middle of a conversation. Which, in your opinion, was deeply inconsiderate of your feelings.
One moment you were listening to some local governor complain about trade policies for Republic City. The next you looked across the room and saw Zuko laughing at something Mai had muttered under her breath. And everything clicked into place.
Oh. Oh no.
The governor was still talking, something about tariffs maybe. You had absolutely no idea what he was saying anymore. Because suddenly years of moments were lining up in your head.
Every argument, letter, every time you looked for Zuko in a crowded room without realizing you were doing it. Every instinctive defense of him whenever someone questioned his character, every goodbye that felt a little longer than it should, and every reunion that felt a little brighter. The answer was embarrassingly obvious, you were in love with him.
You blinked as you heard your name being called. The governor was staring right at you.
"...sorry?"
"You disagreed with the proposal."
"Did I?"
He paused in confusion as your friends and Mai all looked at you "...yes."
"Then I probably still do."
The meeting ended an hour later and you had escaped as soon as possible. You found a quiet balcony overlooking the city and decided to stand there for a bit and enjoy the silence.
The evening air was cool and normally that helped, but tonight it didn't.
Because the more you thought about it, the more certain she became. You couldn’t deny it, you loved him….and he was with Mai.
You stared out over the city, then sighed and said to yourself "...well that's unfortunate."
A voice behind you snorted "What's unfortunate?"
You nearly jumped out of your skin as you turned around. And then immediately regretted it because standing there was Zuko. Of course it just had to be him.
"Nothing."
His eyes narrowed "You're lying."
"I'm not."
"You sighed."
"People sigh."
"You only sigh like that when something's wrong."
"Maybe something is."
"What?" The concern was genuine which made everything worse.
You looked away "It’s nothing you can fix. I’m okay, don’t worry."
He frowned at your answer and you hoped maybe it’d make him leave. Instead he walked over and leaned against the railing beside you.
"...do you think the meeting go badly?"
"No."
"Someone say something?"
"No."
"Then what is it?"
You almost laughed because if you told him the truth, it would instantly become the most awkward conversation of your life. You could almost imagine how it would go.
Actually, Zuko, I just realized I'm in love with you. No particular reason. Please continue dating your girlfriend while I launch myself into the ocean or bury myself in a cave.
“Reader…”
"What?"
"You're doing that thing."
"What thing?"
"The thing where you're thinking too loudly."
She groaned but couldn’t help a small laugh leaving your lips "Go away."
"No."
Eventually you gave up because there was no winning. "I'm just tired," your answer wasn't entirely a lie.
He studied your face trying to decide if he believed it "...okay."
Relief flooded through you until he added "But if something's wrong, tell me."
For a second your chest tightened because that was the problem. You wanted to tell him. You told him almost everything, and that was part of how this happened in the first place. But you weren’t going to tell him this. Never this.
"Goodnight, Zuko."
He hesitated, then nodded "Goodnight."
You waited until he disappeared inside then dropped you forehead against the railing.
Things changed after that. No one else noticed or at least you hoped they didn't. You stopped seeking him out quite so often, stopped lingering after conversations, and stopped writing letters that were longer than what you exactly had to say. The worst part was that you didn't resent Mai, not even a little.
Mai wasn't cruel or someone easy to hate. In fact, she was quite badass. Which meant there was nowhere for you to put the feeling. There was no villain or obstacle.
One afternoon while visiting the palace, you spotted them pair across the courtyard. Mai was adjusting the collar of Zuko's formal robes. You couldn’t hear them but saw Zuko rolled his eyes and Mai look unimpressed.
You watched from a distance, then quietly turned around and walked the other way. Not because it hurt even though maybe it did a little, but because youu felt like you were intruding on something that wasn't yours.
Years had passed, and the feeling never completely disappeared. Sure, you’d dated a person or two in between, but it never quite disappeared. You’d accepted that you loved him, but also accepted that you expected nothing from it.
It wasn’t until 2 years later, everything had changed. After Zuko and Mai had long since gone their separate ways. He would eventually learn the truth, learn how long you'd felt and that despite it, you'd never once tried to come between him and Mai.
summary; you and morgan bring your two year old daughter to a farm
a/n; ive never used the word stroller before writing this and felt weird the whole time doing it
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"She's asleep."
"No, she's not."
"She is." You looked down at Sienna, whose eyes were very obviously closed as she sat bundled in her stroller, before turning your attention back to the path.
Your daughter's silence didn’t last long as you both heard "Duckies!"
Her eyes were very clearly open and she was pointing across the farmyard at a couple of ducks.
Morgan snorted "Told you."
You rolled your eyes as he shot you a smug grin and pushed the pram toward the duck pond.
Farm animals had been Sienna's obsession for weeks. So when she'd pointed at a picture of a cow and announced, "Moo?" for the hundredth time, you'd finally suggested bringing her to an actual farm.
Now she was experiencing the real thing and realised that she in fact did not like cows. But judging by the expression on her face, it might've been the greatest day of her life. She sat forward in the pram, tiny hands gripping the tray as if moving forward would make Morgan push her quicker.
"Duckies"
"Yeah, love," Ginge said. "Ducks."
"Yep still ducks, baby." You laughed.
She looked behind at him. Then at the ducks, then at you "Duckies, mummy"
Sienna seemed satisfied with that answer.
The three of you spent the afternoon wandering between enclosures, stopping every few minutes because your daughter, who you'd thought had a non-existent attention span, absolutely refused to be rushed. At one point she spent nearly ten minutes watching a lamb being fed a bottle and had even done it herself with your help.
Her own bottle was suddenly forgotten in her lap.
“Baba…” she whispered, like she didn’t want to scare them off.
Morgan had already stopped walking without being asked. “Oh no,” he murmured. “She’s locked in.”
You glanced at him. “What do you mean locked in?”
“Oh my God,” Morgan said, half laughing “She’s acting like it’s the soaps shes watching.”
“That look,” he nodded toward Sienna.
Sienna leaned forward in the pram, watching every movement like it was the most serious thing she had ever witnessed. When one of the lambs wobbled slightly after finishing its bottle, she gasped so loudly you both jumped.
The farm worker noticed how focused Sienna was and smiled “Would she like to help feed one?”
Morgan looked at you and you looked at Morgan.
“…go on then,” you said slowly.
That was how you ended up crouched beside the pen, Morgan holding Sienna securely on his knee while you helped guide her tiny hands around a bottle.
The lamb latched on, and her entire face changed “Oh,” she breathed.
Morgan laughed softly beside her. “She’s obsessed.”
“She looks like she’s having a spiritual experience.”
“She is having a spiritual experience. She’s discovered livestock.”
The lamb finished drinking and let out a tiny satisfied wobble, stepping back unsteadily.
Sienna stared at it like it had personally changed her life “More.”
“There’s no more, baby,” you said gently.
That was when her expression crumpled, her bottom lip out jutted out and her eyes started filling.
“No,” she said, voice breaking in the way only toddlers can make sound emotionally devastating.
Morgan froze “Oh no. Here we go.”
“No,” she repeated, louder now “Baba.”
You tried not to laugh, but the sheer heartbreak on her face was ridiculous
“It’s okay,” you soothed “the lamb’s finished.”
Sienna shook her head aggressively “No.”
Morgan, already losing it, buried his face against your shoulder as he laughed.
“I can’t,” he said into you. “She’s mourning it like it’s died.”
“It’s just milk!”
“I know, but look at her!”
“Baba,” she insisted again, pointing at the lamb as it wandered away without a care in the world.
The farm worker smiled sympathetically “I think she’s made a friend.”
Morgan lifted his head slightly, still laughing. “She’d try and bring it home if she thought she’d get away with it.”
You looked at Sienna and she looked at the lamb, then at you with a pout on her face. Then she very seriously said, “Home.”
Morgan immediately shook his head. “Absolutely not.”
You walked along the gravel path, the stroller rolling between you both as Morgan steered it with one hand, his other intertwined with yours. Sienna had been quiet for all of ten seconds, which you both knew was suspicious. She was sitting forward slightly, clutching her bottle, turning her head from side to side like she was scanning for something important.
Morgan noticed first "She’s plotting something."
"She’s two."
"Exactly. No morals yet, dangerous combination."
You rolled your eyes Morgans words, but you were smiling as you looked down at her. Across from you, sheep wandered lazily through their field.
Sienna pointed so enthusiastically she nearly launched her bottle "MOO."
"That's a sheep, baby”
"MOO."
"It's definitely a sheep."
"MOO."
Morgan nodded seriously "She's right."
"No, she isn't."
"Bit rude to question her expertise."
As the afternoon went on, Sienna grew sleepier, the excitement had started catching up with her. Her little head occasionally dipped before she forced herself awake again because she was terrified of missing an animal.
You’d both decided to sit on a bench for a bit to relax, and when looked down at her a few minutes later, you found her fast asleep. One hand clutching the stuffed cow she'd insisted on bringing. Despite the little bit of hair she had, you’d tied it into a pony earlier, but a tiny, loose ginger strand stuck to her forehead.
"She's getting big."
"It feels weird."
You looked up at Morgan, he was watching her "Yeah."
"I know."
"Remember when she was this small?" He held his hands a few inches apart.
You shook your head "That wasn’t even remotely accurate."
"You know what I mean."
"I do."
"You alright?" he asked.
"Yeah," you said. "Just… it’s nice, isn’t it?"
He didn’t answer straight away, his eyes flicked to Sienna, then back to you.
"Yeah," he said finally "It is."
You looked down as his fingers were warm when they slid into yours. You squeezed without thinking.
When you looked up at him, he was already watching you.
"What?" you asked quietly.
"I just like you," he said simply.
“You like me? What are you twelve?” You shake your head in amusement.
“Probably should’ve said love there, shouldn’t I have?”
“I mean, if you don’t love me, you can be honest,” you say dramatically, a hand over your heart.
“Shush, you,” he nudged your leg with his own “I do love you, you know that.”
