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@softlylorelei
From me to you
Lorelei, she/her, 5teen, comic book lover, tr*mp hater, Damian's favorite sparring partner, Simon Riley's birdie, oldies are better, girl interrupted, homeschooled jungle freak, Brooklyn 99 watcher, future baker, Mattheo Riddles girl, cat lover, DC and Marvel geek.
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Adrian rec list ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥
✦•┈ Bc my likes are full of my fav fics and this is my way of organizing them 🧜♂️
+ it’s my first post, yay
Someday I’ll post some fics of my own 💥
✦•┈ s - smut | f - fluff | a - angst | a? - kinda angst? Idk | s? - suggestive | g - gore / violence mention
❣︎ trigger happy | f , g & s | @vigilantexreader | pt.2 | pt.3 | pt.4 | pt.5 | p.6 | p.7 | p.8 | p.9 | p.10 | epilogue
During a chance encounter with Vigilante, you get an impromptu lesson in murder. As you grow closer to him, it becomes clear that something suspicious is going on, and he's determined to help you get to the bottom of it.
❣︎ the evergreen public library | f & g? | @vigilantexreader | p.2
❣︎ Cherry Pie | s | @mcu-binge
The 11th Street Kids move into a loft. Chaos, takeout, 3AM chicken. You fall into Adrian’s lap, one thing leads to another. “Just the tip” turns into way more.
❣︎ schrodinger’s case | s , f & g | @klaustozier
adebayo wants you and adrian to work on a case for her, even though there is no case, but you both find one
❣︎ wanting to switch w adrian when he’s not ready yet | s | @5kit
❣︎ spin the bottle | s | @klaustozier | p.2 | p.3 | p.4
adrian goes with his friend, chris, to a college party and plays spin the bottle, when he has to kiss you, things get out of hand.
❣︎ Holly jolly christmas aftermath | s | @cumming4seb
❣︎ Adrian blurb | f | @vigildante
❣︎ adrian vs. superman | f & a | @vigilantexreader
You think Superman is hot. Adrian is not jealous about your little crush. He's not. But when you get a chance to meet your hero in real life, his jealousy starts to spiral out of control.
❣︎ sauced | s? | @plzu
Turns out the busboy you work with is surprisingly beefy.
❣︎ Shit-Eating Grin | s? | @nostalgicbouquet
It's already bad enough the rush hour was getting worse by each second, it's only worse when the weirdo busboy, unfortunately your boyfriend, was just staring at you with that shit-eating grin instead of doing his job.
❣︎ adrian chase’s official bff list | f | @vigilantexreader
You work your way up Adrian’s bff list until Chris finally gets demoted.
❣︎ FIRST BABY | f | @erenea
You found a cat and your boyfriend was thrilled at first, until it turned to a one-sided rivalry.
❣︎ Just thoughts about Adrian Chase as your boyfriend | f | @local-weirdoandnerd
❣︎ Her Web Connects Them All | f | @bippot
Adrian loves Spider-Man so much that his brain nearly implodes when Adebayo convinces a superhero with a similar powerset called Arachne to join Checkmate. He's weird about it – just like the rest of the gang – but she seems to like that.
❣︎ Heard wrong, fucked right | s & a | @mcu-binge
Adrian thinks you’re planning to break up with him after Peacemaker overhears a wildly out of context phone call.
❣︎ Early Christmas Present | s | @scouting-through-fics
Adrian has a Christmas Eve present for you when you get home.
❣︎ secondhand smoke | a & f | @vigilantexreader
vigilante x reader, who is allergic to smoking/vaping.
❣︎ eat the rich | f | @vigilantexreader
She's a thief, he catches her, but she always escapes because she uses her power of persuasion with her voice, but then he can no longer be manipulated (because he wears earphones or something like that), but now he doesn't want to kill her because he's starting to feel attracted to her.
❣︎ flower crowns and flaming swords | f | @vigilantexreader
Adrian at a Renaissance Festival?
❣︎ YOU CALL THAT A THIMBLE? | s & g | @frankels
Blood, banter, bad decisions, and the kind of chemistry that should probably be illegal. The rest—including Peacemaker walking in at the best worst possible moment—is just collateral damage.
❣︎ Adrian begs. All the time | s & f | @vigildante
❣︎ “do you want me to kill that guy for you?” | g & f | @vigilantexreader
Adrian is constantly offering to kill people for you. When you finally take him up on it, it turns into a bonding activity.
❣︎ Adrian x smart!reader | f & s? | @softlylorelei
An introduction to smart!readerxAdrian. If you want more of this dynamic, you might have to wait unless you put in a req, if not, this is all you get in the meantime I fear.
❣︎ I’ll Protect You | f | @embeanwrites
You and Adrian have a weekly movie night and you finally show Adrian "The Ring", terrifying him. (Because what is HE supposed to do about ghosts and curses! Guns won't work!!)
❣︎ i’ve been lookin’ at you for a long, long time; just trying to break through, trying to make you mine. | f , a? & s? | @starburstsamo
basically, you have a fat crush on Adrian, and he’s not the only one who is an idiot. (also, crush is an understatement).
❣︎ emergency contact | f & a? | @vigilantexreader
Adrian finds out he’s your emergency contact when he gets a late-night phone call, and he freaks out.
❣︎ SLUTTY LITTLE GLASSES | s | @lovee-potions
you have a thing for adrian in his glasses
❣︎ Driving With My Darling | f & a | @patroclusindeath
You're dating Adrian Chase, and, despite what everyone else says, you think he's utterly amazing and completely irresistible.
❣︎ SUCKING ON ADRIAN’S BICEPS | s? | @audreyownsdiamonds
❣︎ To the rescue! | f & a | @cryptidfl1rt
After confessing to your coworker someone from your past won't seem to leave you alone, Vigilante comes to your rescue
❣︎ alright, fine | s | @chaseadrian
Adrian's started looking at you like you hang the stars in the sky. It's cute, in a harmless, velcro puppy sort of way, but after a dinner with the gang, you just can't keep him off your heels.
❣︎ MORONSEXUAL | f | @maaneskin
adrians gf who’s just as unhinged as he is she just hides it better
❣︎ FREAK | s & g | @cosmictheo
you despise adrian, and adrian adores you. it's as simple as that. until he saves your life.
❣︎ Perfect | s & f | @moonlight-presence
adrian just being obsessed with the reader? Like pathetic yearning and then just soooo excited when they finally get together and just worships the ground she walks on
❣︎ I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me | s | @moonlight-presence
Perchance stalker x stalker with Adrian chase. But reader knows how to stalk and kinda planned their meeting, and he’s kinda bad and obvious with his stalking. And they match eachothers freak.
❣︎ the one that i want | f & a? | @vigilantexreader
In a moment of vulnerability and panic, you want Adrian. But nobody knows yet about your relationship.
❣︎ sexy hug | s & f | @vigilantexreader
Adrian's acting weird, and when you ask him what's up, you get an answer you were not expecting.
❣︎ i take care of you! | f | @batbugenergy
you never realized how dangerous it could be working in an ER in a town as quiet as evergreen. thankfully, adrian chase is there to look out for you, if you would call killing anyone who scares you looking out for you.
❣︎ like real people do | a & f | @vigilantexreader
Adrian Chase feels a lot of feelings, and it’s all your fault. He manages to cope with it just fine (barely) until you get yourself hurt on a mission, and then he just can’t fucking take it anymore.
❣︎ The World Wide Web | f | @embeanwrites
Adrian meets the girl of his dreams in a discord group that plays BG3, soon BG3 nights turn into Stardew Valley with just the two of them until she comes out to visit.
❣︎ Be Quiet | s | @secretjesterr
Your boyfriend has trouble staying quiet, you come up with a quick solution. Spoiler; he absolutely loves it.
❣︎ pop quiz | s | @avastarred
adrian finally figures out if you can tell the difference between him and his doppelgänger.
❣︎ déjà vu | f | @vigilantexreader
When Adrian decides it’s finally time to tell you about Vigilante, he’s flabbergasted to learn that he’s not the first crime-fighting boyfriend you’ve had.
❣︎ Last Meal | s | @embeanwrites
Adrian is a certified munch and freak.
❣︎ Teamwork Makes The Dream Work | s | @scarletsolstice
Your boyfriend, Adrian Chase, introduces you to himself from an alternate dimension and things get freaky.
❣︎ hazardous material | f | @cryptidfl1rt
John has to grapple with the fact you've taken a liking to Adrian.
❣︎ NAIVE | s | @maplecoffees
You’re Adrian’s naive and trusting coworker. When an unfortunate circumstance has you asking for his help, he realizes you need to be taught a lesson in being safe.
❣︎ when did you get hot? | s? & f | @matthsluv
after a chaotic hangout with the 11th Street Kids, you find yourself dangerously tipsy and tangled up in adrian chase’s quirks, care, and unexpectedly hot physique.
❣︎ Ten Out Of Ten | f | @patroclusindeath
Adrian bags a hottie
❣︎ HOUSE TOUR | s | @lovee-potions
you explain the metaphor
❣︎ DRAWN TO YOU | f | @monicfever
you went to fennel fields to people-watch, not to get caught drawing the same man over and over. but adrian always did have a talent for finding something he wasn’t supposed to.
❣︎ wants and needs | a? , f & g? | @vigilantexreader
❣︎ Pebbling | f | @ofstarsandvibranium
Penguins gift pebbles to one another as a sign of affection. Adrian does the same.
❣︎ Dirty talk | s | @tiannasfanfic
❣︎ birds of a feather | f & s | @flowersforbucky
snapshots of your relationship with adrian told through the five love languages.
❣︎ BOMBSHELL BABY | s , f & g? | @inbred-eater
adrian chase & his bombshell of a girlfriend that is so out of his league, no one believes she’s real - hell even he’s not sure on how he bagged her in the first place
❣︎ HCs of Bf!Adrian Chase lacking boundaries | f & s? | @mrsriddlenott
❣︎ Angel Puppy | f | @happy74827
Adrian doesn’t know what to do when you fall asleep on his shoulder
❣︎ nails | f | @embeanwrites
❣︎ Secret Identity | f | @ghost-writing-now
What happens when Adrian, the "master of stealth", gets caught changing into his uniform. What he thinks will just be a quick kill leads to something much more beautiful
Oh my goodness I’m in TEARS 🥹 thank you so much for adding me into this beautiful list of yours, I’m reading all of your recs right now, I feel so honored.
guess who’s back…
back again…
HI GUYS OH MY GOODNESS HOW ARE YOU!!! IM GOING TO GIVE YOU ALL A SMOOCH, I AM CRYING RIGHT NOWWW.
I am seriously SO sorry for my absence, life happened UNFORTUNATELY. With my laptop, assignments, and exploring who I was, it was a difficult process and a really tough start to 2026.
A HUGE APOLOGY to everyone who has been so kind and keeping me in their tabs. I MISSED YOU ALL SO MUCH. Especially my mooties, I’m going to hug you all so tight oh my goodness.
I do plan on writing more now again, I have a movie night fanfic idea coming up, I’m excited for you all to see it and I hope you all can accept me back.
BESITOSSSSS
(I need to catch up on so much oh my god)
iloveyouqueen ❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹
deadass giggled when I saw this 💔
I love you so much more lovey 💗🤭
Midnight Ballerina
Summary- It’s your first year at Gotham, and Jason’s thousandth time patrolling. You just got home from college, not forgetting to talk to the kids down the street. When you get a position at the Nutcracker, and Jason is getting annoyed by his family, he rests on a rooftop. A rooftop that so happens to overlook yours…
Hall of Fame- @saradika-graphics
Pairing- Jason Todd x fem!reader
Genre- Fluff
Warning- Cussing, ONE suggestive comment, Glee mentioned, family fighting.
Song- Holiday by Emi Choi
Week 2 of my Christmas event! Go check out Santa’s Letters!
Lorelei speaks at the end!
It was a cold Gotham night, snow was starting to fall not so gently on the ground. The moon was shining brightly like it was human and in love. Shops were closed for the night, fairy lights still on and going. If you were quiet enough you could hear the screams of victims contrasting to the children giggling loudly in the alleyway. Despite the unfortunate events, the children still put on shows for the much smaller ones in a barely covered tent where alcoholics would throw bottles cuss like they were never allowed to grow up.
But within those dark moments of what we call winter time, there was someone who stood out.
You.
You who gifted children your old tutus, food you made, ballet shoes that were on sale.
Those same shoes that were currently being used in another show down the alley.
Jason noticed it of course.
He was one of them, he watched, he knew, he loved.
You wore a hoodie and sweatpants when going out in the cold winter, bearing these gifts for the children, not once has he seen your face.
But the face doesn’t matter when you’re doing something one isn’t obligated to do.
You wanted to do this, and that was admirable from everywhere.
You lived in one of the many terrible neighborhoods in Gotham, but what are you going to do as a dance student who can barely keep a job?
So what? Your landlord was a sleaze and obviously used counterfeit money, but a sale is a sale.
And when you drove your broken down car, it made weird noises, like Harry Wormwood from Matilda sold you it.
That was life.
And life right now looks like this.
You're sitting at home, feet sore and hoodie off. You’re left with a sports bra and fleece leggings. You’re on the phone with a friend, yapping about whatever comes to mind.
Jason is on patrol, punching some guy for whatever reason. He can’t remember anymore.
He remembers the guy looking up a girl's skirt, and that was enough for him.
His breathing is heavy as he dodges another punch to his ribs. He almost laughs at how comedic the man looks trying to win this.
The wind is growing colder and more snow is falling. The fight feels borderline cinematic.
Jason almost feels at peace, blacking out during the fight like another personality has taken over.
Then like an alarm clock.
Nightwing reminds everyone it is midnight.
There’s static, and then a loud annoying voice booms from comms.
“Did you just watch Glee without me? Be so honest right now.” Dick whines, he’s panting too like he was just in a fight. In actuality, Kori landed and hands started to wander.
Jason ignores Dick’s voice, throwing one last kick before sliding into the near alley to recollect his thoughts.
When nobody answers, Jason believes he’s safe.
No.
“Bro we didn’t watch fuckass Glee without you!” Tim’s voice comes into Jason’s ear loudly, and thoughts of strangling his brothers almost come into his mind loudly.
“No because I heard Barbra whisper about Brody being a male escort-” Dick doesn’t get to continue because Duke enters the comms.
“We watched one episode without you!” Duke deadpans, jumping off a roof somewhere Jason doesn’t care to know.
“Fuck you! Tell me this Duke-ie, are Rachel and Finn back together?”
“No!”
Dick’s voice wavers, “I just want them to be together. Is that so hard to ask? You know, Finn is like me in a way-”
Dick doesn’t get to finish his rant on Jason’s end, because he turns it off and starts to grapple anywhere he can get his feet on.
“Fucking Glee, ruined my life.” Jason grumbles to himself before settling on a roof that hasn’t seen any tenants in years.
He keeps a hand on his gun, keeping an eye on the empty street.
There’s an apartment complex in front of him, to which he doesn’t pay much mind too.
But he will
“No, because this girl literally spilled her mocha on me and said that I should be grateful because of how bad my outfit was?” You rant into the phone, grabbing a zip-up hoodie from the couch.
Your friend on the other side of the phone laughs, “Gotham is so ass. Why are you even there? Come back home, everyone misses you.” They sigh, kicking back their feet.
You sigh too, thinking about it. Why did you come to this hell ridden city? You could be anywhere, but you just had to choose Gotham.
“I told you, I just feel like something is waiting for me here, it’s like it’s watching me.” You whisper, shaking your head as you grab your ballet shoes.
“Yeah I know what’s watching you! That weird ass landlord you’ve got.” Your friend whispers on the phone, quietly rolling their eyes.
“Oh shut up! Pete has… his issues! But seriously, if I didn't just get into the Nutcracker, I would be on the first flight back home. But I swear up and down on Batman, this will be my new home.” You deadpan, a small smile creeping up on your face.
Gotham was okay to say the least, but it definitely wasn’t Miami or Canada even. This place had literal vigilantes.
You’ve even been saved by a guy in a green and red suit that was shorter than you.
It wasn’t ideal.
In your eyes, this was the place to start, possibly end if you found the right person that would want to make you stick around.
Maybe that guy in the red helmet would make you stay, you’ve gushed about his muscles a little too much to your fellow classmates when given the chance.
“I have to go, if I don’t get this routine, my instructor may actually kill me this time.” You say sarcastically, but not entirely.
You and your friend bid your byes as you slip on your ballet shoes, not forgetting to tie them.
Grabbing your gatorade and headphones you make your way to the roof.
When you get up there, kids wave at you down below. Blowing you kisses for the food and shoes. To which you smile and blow them a kiss back.
After they are gone, you put in your earbuds, playing the classic Nutcracker music, and starting with Sugar Plum Fairy's Pas de Deux.
Jason, who had just stopped cussing out Glee like Ryan Murphy was in front of him, had stopped looking at the empty streets and instead let his gaze pan to the roof in front of him.
Sooner than he would like to admit, he started to fall deeply into your moves.
Entranced his brothers would say three years later after you and Jason had gotten engaged.
It was practically impossible for someone to be that flexible. His mouth agape against the mask.
You are full of elegance, safety, absolutely mesmerizing. And Jason swears, that is the moment he knew he was fucked.
He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the way you would twirl and flick your hands.
His head was moving along your moves, gloved hands wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch your magic body.
“Now I get why Jeff Buckley yearned.” Jason murmured to nobody, the wind and moon listening.
Jason looks at the time on his many gadgets in his belt, 12:30am it reads.
He sighs through his teeth and forces himself off the roof, landing a perfect jump.
You hear the faint wind moving with him, you whip your head towards the noise.
All you see is a flash of red. “That’s nothing.” You whisper under your own breath, not knowing you had a vigilante running around Gotham for crime while almost fixing his schedule and routes just to see you practice.
He does approximately that. Everyday of November he goes to his exact spot at exactly 12am, to watch what he now calls you, his, “Midnight Ballerina.”
There will be a day where he’ll talk to you and take you out to the nicest place he can afford. Impress you and move out of this shitty city.
Little do you know, that day is going to happen soon.
He’s bought tickets to your show, along with flowers and new ballet shoes he’s seen you wear countless times.
He needs his midnight ballerina or else he’ll surely go mad.
Lorelei speaks-
Hi guys!!! I was definitely fighting with my iPad and Google Docs during this, but we’re going to ignore that. This is my first time writing for Jason, celebrate NEOW. I hoped you all liked it, expect more from me later on. I plan on writing WAYYY more Marlene McKinnon though I will say, anywhozel!
Thank you so so so much for reading, likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!!! Go check out my Santa’s Letters event before you go!!!
Make good choices, drink water, and dance on a roof top!!!
Kisses!
now what if I said I was making ballet reader x Jason Todd
WHAT IF I SAID-
what if I said I finished it…
𐔌 ⋮ “inked in devotion”
''You're so blind sweetheart'' ''I was just playing along,habibati'' feat. d.wayne x f.reader wc: 946 words
✶—Masterlist
Your hands were still warm when the artist finally finished the last swirl of henna. Deep brown paste curled along your palms, weaving across your fingers, wrapping your wrists like delicate vines. The design was intricate, traditional, and stunning — little flowers, drops, constellations of dots, and fine-lined details that looked like they were drawn by a goddess herself.
Diana had insisted you get your henna done for the embassy gala. You had insisted on hiding one very specific letter in it.
The Arabic د — dāl. Damian’s initial. Hidden where skin met pulse. A secret stitched into your bloodstream.
Your mom had only smiled knowingly. “She’s in love,” she told the henna artist, who nodded as if she could see it in the way you kept giggling and kicking your feet.
By the time you made it back to the Manor, the paste on your hands had dried into rich dark shapes that clung to your skin like lace. You kept staring at your palms, smiling like a girl with a crush and a secret.
You didn’t even hear Damian enter your room.
He appeared silently — like usual — his presence slipping in like shadow, like smoke, like breath. His voice was low, soft, teasing:
“Habibti.”
You jumped so hard you almost hit the ceiling.
Damian sighed. “You must grow accustomed to my footsteps. I am not trying to assassinate you.”
“You move like you are!” you snapped, pressing a hand to your chest. “My soul left my body—”
Your hand froze.
Damian saw.
And his brows knit.
“You got henna.”
You brightened immediately. “Do you like it?”
He reached for your wrist — carefully, reverently — turning your hand over in his own. His gaze traced every curve and swirl with serious, almost analytical focus.
“It is beautiful,” he murmured. “It suits you.”
You tried not to smile too hard.
He kept looking, eyes sharp. Studying. Scanning. Searching.
Oh no.
You swallowed. Don’t find it. Don’t find it yet. You’ll combust—
“There is something…” Damian muttered.
He lifted your palm closer to his face. His frown deepened. His eyes narrowed. He tilted your hand toward the light.
You held your breath.
“…wrong with this section,” he said finally, tapping his thumb on the patch of patterns above your pulse. “The symmetry is off. Perhaps the artist—”
“NO!” you yelped, way too fast, way too high-pitched. “Nothing is wrong! It’s perfect! Amazing! Gorgeous! Don’t you have to, like, go sharpen a sword or glare at someone?!”
Damian stared at you. Suspicious. Very suspicious.
“…Habibti.”
Your face burned.
“You’re hiding something.”
You squeaked.
He stepped closer, the tip of his nose nearly brushing your cheek as he angled your wrist again. This time, his tone dropped, soft and dangerous in that way only Damian could manage:
“Do you truly think you can hide anything from me?”
Your heartbeat could probably be heard from space.
He traced the inside of your palm with his thumb — slow, deliberate, warm. Goosebumps erupted up your arm.
He found it.
He froze.
Then— Very slowly— Damian whispered:
“د.”
You squeezed your eyes shut. “I can explain—”
But you didn’t get the chance.
Because he lifted your hand. And pressed his lips to the letter.
It wasn’t quick. It wasn’t shy. It was deliberate. Slow. A kiss meant to be felt.
Your knees nearly buckled.
Damian didn’t look up. His lips brushed the dried henna again, softer this time, a whisper of devotion.
“Mine,” he murmured against your skin. “Written on you.”
Your breath caught.
“And me?” you whispered. “Are you… are you going to pretend you didn’t spend five minutes pretending you couldn’t see it?”
His ears went red instantly.
“I was giving you time to confess,” he snapped.
You giggled.
“You couldn’t find it,” you said.
“That is false.”
“You were squinting.”
“I was analyzing the geometry of the design—”
“You put my hand under the lamp!”
“That is called thoroughness, habibti—”
You threw your arms around his neck, laughing as you pressed your forehead to his. He grumbled, but his hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer.
“Habibti,” he muttered, annoyed but soft, “stop laughing at me.”
“I can’t!” you gasped. “You kissed the henna—!”
“That is what you wanted.”
You froze.
“…what?”
His voice lowered, becoming something warm, something serious, something that could melt bone:
“You wanted people to know you belonged with me.” A pause. “And I wanted to honor that.”
Your breath shook.
“You like it?” you whispered.
Damian didn’t answer with words.
He lifted your hand again and kissed the letter a third time — slower, lingering, like a vow.
“You carved my name into your skin,” he said quietly. “Of course I like it.”
Your heart felt too big for your body.
Then—
He suddenly stepped back, looking at you with the most serious expression in the world.
“We are going to take a photo.”
“What—”
“I want you to put your hand on my chest so the henna is visible.”
“Damian—”
“I am updating my lockscreen.”
You blinked.
“Your… lockscreen?”
“Yes,” he said, as if this were obvious. “People must know.”
“Know what?”
He kissed your wrist again.
“That you are mine,” he said softly. “And I am yours.”
Your whole face melted.
You lifted your other hand — the one without henna — and cupped his cheek.
“I love you,” you murmured.
He didn’t blink, didn’t hesitate, didn’t shy away.
“I love you more,” Damian Wayne said, and meant every syllable.
And when you took that picture — your hand on his chest, the د glowing dark over his heart — he stared at it like a treasure he’d kill for.
Which, knowing Damian, he would.
A/N:WE CAN TELL I FINISHED EXAMSSS 🔖 𓂃⋆.˚:: @simpingmyassoff @shootingstargirl2001 , @dreamerwhofell , @gothamwing , @amiratheangel , @virtaideen , @asterwriter221 , @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore , @supahnohvaa , @vivian-555 , @piatosniathenie , @sonyboos , @beanxiv , @animegamerfox , (if you want to be added comment down below!!)
IM LITERALLY SHAKING WITH PROUDNESS
This was so amazingly good, Rory never misses guys.
I would BATHE myself in your words oh my goodness
Reading this made me feel like I was on tumblr premium
Every word you wrote was like dipped in honey and gold right before
Your writing is so addictive, NEVER stop or I may actually die
now what if I said I was making ballet reader x Jason Todd
WHAT IF I SAID-
update: im writing my fanfics on a google doc and pasting them on tumblr with my iPad.
is this how Victorian children felt
Chat… I got a new computer from school because my other one DIED on me forever
And they gave me a new one and they’ve blocked tumblr 💔
Unfortunately this is what I was using to write fanfics (dont judge me, you’ve been there too)
Now I REALLY have to save up for a laptop oh my goodness
taking donations … 😔
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How peppermints ruined Christmas
Summary- It's your first time spending Christmas at the manor with Damian despite being together since freshman year of high school, what happens when Jason decides to let something slip?
Warning- Cussing, Damian and reader are in their senior year of high school, family "issues", Damian fighting with his brothers, some suggestive wording
Genre- Fluff
Hall of fame- @lilacgraphicsx
Lorelei speaks at the end!
They say, the relationship truly starts to feel real when you meet each others family.
But it's felt real since the day Damian came knocking on your window, with a blood soaked suit and a secret on his tongue he only wanted you to know.
He was freshly fifteen, and you, fourteen when you had fallen in love, madly.
Ever since that day of him almost dying and unconsciously confessing his young love to you, it's been real.
But you have to admit, meeting his family would seal the deal further.
With the holidays coming up, it gives you a good excuse to meet these people he complains about on late nights when Bruce goes too rough on him without knowing.
Damian has met your family countless times, they consider him one of their own, your father going as far as to giving him his blessing already to marry you.
He's gotten a taste of what it would be like to be apart of yours, but what about his?
-
You stand there, in his hoodie, fuzzy sweatpants and teddy bear themed socks, stirring the hot chocolate in a pot while also simultaneously pouring the peppermint flavoring inside. Damian is holding your waist humming an Arabic song underneath his breath.
He is in grey sweatpants without a shirt because he may have accidentally wiped some chocolate cake batter on it.
"Look at you, making a mess of me, again." Damian would mutter, faking annoyance.
You on the other hand are laughing as he tries to wipe the thick batter off on the sink, the batter flying on his very expensive shirt.
You continue to stir, letting the mixture simmer for a bit. Your thoughts start to wander a bit and before you know it, you were blurting out your next words.
"Why don't we spend Christmas at your family's house?"
Damian stills, his humming paused and eyes now wide open.
"You know how they are beloved.-" Damian breathes, hoping you didn't hear the gulp in the back of his throat. His hand now sliding underneath his your hoodie.
"I know." You whisper exasperated, your free hand finding his on your stomach. "But I feel like after three years of being together, I should at least meet them once." You shrug, finishing off the warm peppermint hot chocolate and pouring it in the Santa shaped mug.
Damian slowly, and begrudgingly lets you go to go grab the mug, sighing through his teeth. He shakes his head and leans against the wooden counter, now sipping the minty chocolatey drink you have made him.
Damian thinks about your proposition, annoyingly finding it ridiculous (he knows you're right).
After three final sighs, he looks down at his matching socks that you begged him to wear, and grumbles, "fine."
That's all you need to hear before you're jumping up and down screaming, "yes!" over and over again.
He's about to say something snarky then you kiss you softly, making everything go away. He would let you move in if this is the reaction he got each time.
It isn't too long before you run off to your room to find the perfect outfit to meet his "annoying and overbearing" family.
And it isn't too long before Damian realizes he's made a huge mistake.
Running a hand through his jet black hair, Damian chugs the peppermint drink down and starts to imagine every little thing that could and can go wrong.
Damian Al Ghul- Wayne was utterly and inexplicitly, fucked.
-
It was like time was nothing but a mere thought this December, ever since Damian signed his life away (let you meet his family) it was like time never existed.
It was now Christmas day, Gotham's streets flooded with snow, people bundled up in balls of clothing, he was even sure Joker had wrapped up his crowbars for this winter.
You came out of the room wearing the outfit he bought for you because he just knew that it would end up on the floor later.
Damian had his usual reaction whenever you came out in any form of clothing (or none at all)
"You're... wow." He would whisper under his breath, his pupils dilated, skin flushed, lips all of a sudden thirsty for yours.
"لا استطيع الانتظار للزواج منك"
You stand there, full of smiles, this man was going to be your first and last love, and he knew it too. Because the way the snow brightened your eyes, the way you stood tall and fierce, made him fall in love with you over and over again.
He knew he would surely go mad if anyone were to ruin you, that was for him to do, him to choose, and him for you. You both were mad in a way, but all you knew is that as long as you both were near one another, the world would be safe from your wrath.
Damian offers his arm to you, leading you to the car.
As you both walk down the narrow sidewalk to the car, he whispers sweet nothings to you and you tell them right back to him. How funny it was not knowing that today would be a test for your relationship.
-
You both stand, hands intertwined, Damian with his scowl, you with a smile, in front of the Wayne manor.
"If you wish to leave, I am not against your choice, my family is a lot, I understand. Their incompetence gets to me greatly each day beloved, I assume you will feel the same." Damian deadpans while also running his thumb along the back of your hand.
"I'm sure I'll be fine, Dami." You whisper with a small laugh, to which Damian just merely "tt's", already having a sick feeling.
Damian opens the door with a big sigh, not exactly ready to face the horrors to come.
You on the other hand are just happy to be here. What could go wrong?
(The answer is everything by the way)
The sight before you should have been a red flag.
Jason is chasing Dick with a knife, Tim is ripping out his hair due to the fact Kon is flying in this weather (despite the literal fact that Kon is a meta), Cass and Steph are cuddling near the fire, which would be cute if they weren't talking about killing everyone, Duke is trying to calm a fire in the kitchen, and Bruce is kissing Selina underneath the obvious mistletoe he put.
Damian stands there unfazed but angry at the fact that this is his future partners first impression of his family.
Alfred practically runs to the door when he sees the two lovebirds enter.
"Master Damian... and?" Alfred hums looking at you with an inquisitive look.
You tell him your name and he realizes who you are. Damian always talks about you in private to him, but he's never been able to put the name to the face.
You were the person who let Damian become softer in every way.
And each day, Alfred silently thanks for your existence, without you, Damian would still be that angry little boy that first entered the manor.
"Oh! My dear goodness, I will start on the roast." Alfred says quickly, before he runs to the kitchen to help the fire.
Damian glances at you to gauge your reaction, so far you seem unfazed as well. which is a good sign. But he would also have to wait for dinner.
-
Dinner came pretty fast, with everyone being detectives, they didn't notice you both sitting at the table talking about future wedding plans.
But when they did notice, all hell broke lose.
-
The table was set with large lavish decorations, flower centers and plates that costed more than your well being. You and Damian close together and plates packed with food.
Here is how each interrogation went.
-
Richard "Dick" Grayson
Dick was sitting on the row in front of you, two seats down, next to Bruce.
"So..." He mumbles at the quiet table, pushing around his food.
"How did you meet our little bird?"
"Through school, we met in AP English, and I kind of forced my way into his heart, at least that's what he said."
"Huh... have you two kissed?"
"I don't know how you want me to answer that."
"Fair. Do you know his secret?"
"That he shaves his chest?"
"What?!"
"Oh, not that one." "No! The other one."
"That he's robin? Yes I know."
"Any pregnancy scares?-"
"What?"
Damian threw a knife at him.
-
Duke Thomas
Duke was next on the interrogation kick. He was staring you down, but more normally than the others were.
"Ignoring the obvious DICK in the room." Duke rolls his eyes at the man three seats down from him.
"Have you told him you love him?"
"Yes, he said it first." "Weird... why him?"
"Why anybody? He's the one for me, I've known it since we first locked eyes."
"Gross, but cute. You aren't like a villain or anything right? I just handled a fire and I am in no shape to fight right now."
"No, you're good!"
"More on that, 'he shaves his chest' thing, does he wax or-"
Damian threatened to tell everyone that Duke's favorite movie is Bring it on.
-
Tim Drake
Tim was a few seats down from you and Damian, he was sitting down on his phone typing rapidly, currently hacking into your phone and everything that you own.
Instead of talking he found incriminating evidence of Damian by looking through your hidden photos, he would interrogate you later.
-
Due to everyone being threatened by Damian and Bruce to shut up, everyone was forced to eat and say "nice things" about the little bird and not be invasive towards you.
Overall dinner went smoothly, you answered as many questions as you can. Cass actually seemed to like you, while Dick seemed to love you.
He saw this as an opportunity to gather embarrassing content of Damian only you could achieve
Everything was going well until what the family calls to this day, "the peppermint loop."
-
After dinner, you helped cleaned up and set up a little snack board for the family to sit by the fire and get to know you better.
Damian was sat on the couch, Duke was on a chair, Cass and Steph on each other, Tim sitting on the floor next to the couch, Bruce on a bigger chair, Dick laying dramatically on the floor, and Jason beside you.
It was quiet until you gasp and take out a tiny little peppermint candy. "I found this in the kitchen for you, it's your favorite!" You smile giving it to Damian.
Damian's face falls, the batfamily stares at you with wide eyes, and now you're sitting there in confusion.
Damian gives you a small tiny smile before eating it. "Shut up." He deadpans to everyone.
It takes them five seconds to disobey his order. Jason being the start by laughing like he was never allowed to.
"Oh my god." He whispers, and now you were met by a group of smiles, even Bruce.
"Our boy's in love, LOVE!" Dick yells, throwing his hands up.
"What is happening?" You can't help but smile at everyone. Jason, of course is the first to speak up.
"Your future husband? He HATES peppermints." Jason smiles at you, watching your smile fade into an open mouth gasp.
Damian glares at everyone in the room, knowing it would be best to just drag you out of this place. "Wait, you mean this whole time, you hated peppermints?" You whisper, crossing your arms.
Damian doesn't say anything, it seems as though he is plotting everyone's murder.
"This is like you telling me you actually hate my romance books, you love them-!"
Damian is silent again.
Dick laughs, "he hates romance books."
This time you just stare at Damian.
"What about my sitcoms?"
Cassandra's turn to talk. "He doesn't like those either."
You tilt your head at the man next to you.
"The chocolate I always give you?"
Steph smiles and shakes her head, "he only likes this one particular chocolate from his hometown."
You're now running a hand through your hair, how many times has this man lied to you just because of the fact he loves you?
"What about your favorite color? Is it not blue?"
Now Bruce for once in his life, knew this like the back of his hand. "It's green."
Now it feels like you're having a mid-life crisis.
"Let me guess, you don't enjoy my romcoms?"
Duke, laughs, loudly. "He prefers documentaries, trust me. I have heard more facts about animals than how he is on a daily."
You, now starting to believe you knew nothing about this man.
For all you know, he could be the real Batman.
And in the first time in bat-family history, they saw Damian "Nothing can scare me" Al Ghul-Wayne, scared of a person with a glare that could kill.
"Look, beloved, you were so happy when you gave me that first peppermint drink, I just didn't have the heart to tell you-" Damian starts and ends because Jason cuts him off.
"You literally don't have a heart." Jason says sarcastically blinking at him.
Damian immediately turns to Jason's direction, now even more pissed at the fact that he cut him off. But mainly at the fact that his whole family could have shut their mouth's when talking about what he truly "liked."
"I saw Jason making out with Roy a few months ago." Damian deadpans, and just like that, the room fell silent again.
Damian stares at you, sighing softly. Tucking a hair behind your ear and now holding your hand. He ignores his family now yelling at Jason for not telling them about his own secret romance, he focuses on you.
To tell you the truth, he never really liked any of those things his family mentioned. He likes what you like because of how happy it makes you, and when you're happy he's happy.
And that is what Christmas is all about.
Love.
And Damian loves you and your interests.
But not those peppermints.
God, he fucking hates peppermints.
Maybe Damian is happy about "the Peppermint loop."
Not Jason though, he is still recovering five years later from that bomb Damian decided to blow up during your first Christmas at the manor.
Lorelei sings- HI GUYS! I hoped you liked the first fanfic of five weeks of Christmas. This was lowkey ass, and I am sorry. I have like five missing assignments but we're going to ignore that! Before I let you all go, make sure you go check out my Santa's Letters event! And go drop some requests in my inbox!
I love you all!
Make good choices, drink water, and don't anything peppermint related this week...
Kisses!
OH MY GOODNESS HI!
This is going to seem REALLY random, and I apologize. Let me explain for a minute or so.
So, this is a separate account on Tumblr, so it won't say, but I have been following you for almost forever. This account is unfortunately my alias, I tried to make fanfics on the account I originally follow you on my now ex-best friend found them and made fun of them SO BADLY that I got so embarrassed and stopped.
BUT, I got enough courage to start this account because of you.
As said, I have been following you for quite some time, and you gave me the confidence to write AGAIN! I love you and I owe you my life.
You are my idol in every way, I gained the confidence to write for Damian and everyone because of you, it is honored to even be messaging you right now. I love you so much and I cannot stress this enough.
You are SO cool, and I want to be as good as a writer as you one day.
I don't want to yap much longer sigh...
BUT I LOVE YOU AND I MEAN THIS WITH ALL OF MY HEART AND SOUL.
OH MY GOD??? HI???
I’m literally sitting here kicking my feet because this message is the sweetest thing anyone has sent me in forever. Thank you so, SO much.
First of all: I’m really sorry your ex-friend made fun of your writing. That kind of thing sticks, and it shouldn’t have happened. The fact that you got back up, made a new space for yourself, and started creating again? That’s all you. I’m honored if anything I’ve done helped even a little bit, but the courage was yours the whole time.
And hearing that I helped you feel confident enough to write again—especially for Damian (my beloved menace)—just. WOW. You have no idea how much that means to me. I’m seriously floored.
Please know that you don’t owe me anything. I’m just some nerd yelling about characters on the internet. You’re the one doing the brave thing by writing, posting, and creating despite everything. I’m so proud of you.
Thank you for trusting me with this message, and for sticking around so long. I’m sending you ALL the love and the biggest hug. You’re so, so welcome here, and I can’t wait to see what you write next. 💓💓💓
I LOVE YOU TOO YOU SWEET ANGEL AKSJDKSJD
the way i SCREAMED when I saw this in my notifications. I deadass giggled, shook my cat, and ran around my house, this is a dream I swear to god.
There's tears in my eyes as i write this, HOLY SHIT.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY OH MY GOODNESS.
you're my favorite cool nerd on here and talking to you feels surreal.
AND THE FACT THAT WE'RE MOOTIES? IJGODHBFHIOEFBG
I must calm myself.
this may be my favorite day ever, i love you so much and thank you again for saying these things. They really helped brighten my day in every way, never stop being you. If you ever need someone to motivate you or talk too, i am right here queen, i would actually shoot the sun for you (#amanwouldnever)
