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When I say I really want a Jason adopts tim fic, I don't mean I want him to become a parent at 19 to a teen like 2-4 years younger than him, I want Jason to meet Tim and decide that he wants Tim on his side.

I want Jason to adopt Tim as his Robin, like he decides that he wants to recruit this 15 year old that is some how the smartest and snarkiest person in Gotham. I don't want infantilised tim, I want a sorta Nani and Lilo sibling dynamic, but with a smaller age gap.

Like sure, Jason sees his little brother as some sort of soggy kitten that he must protect, but also a Tim that is very capable of looking after himself.

I want Tim to look at Jason, see Bruce back when he first donned the Cape and traffic light colours. And then in true Tim fashion decide to fix him, B was being too over protective since Red Hood showed up anyways.

Like imagine, Jason meeting Tim instead by accident when he drops in on a drug trade. Tim says some quip that throws him off his game while fighting. Jason basically losing to a very deadly fifteen year old who's not slept in 29 hours, and he thinks 'f it, I like the kid'. Then trying to recruit him consistently until Tim goes 'why tf not'.

I want enemies to caretaker, but they both think they're the caretaker

Poly Douma and Akaza x Reader idea? I think yes!

You run one of the many rest houses for the Demon Slayer Corps. A place for them to sleep and eat and heal before continuing on to their next mission. It's surrounded by wisteria and probably one of the safest places to be if demons are around.

No one else works there but you. So occasionally, you have to travel outside of that safety net to gather supplies. Herbs for the medicine, food for meals, most of it you buy from a local market but your grandparents who ran the place before you taught you the importance of letting the land supply as well.

While in the middle of mixing up some new medicine you realize you're out of the herbs you need. Maybe that's what causes you to completely ignore the first rule the Demon Slayer Corps ever gave you. Don't go out at night. Yet here you are, the sun barely peeking over the horizon as it makes its decent, scrounging about two minutes away from your home for ginger and chamomile.

Something that you realize now could have waited until morning.

You don't hear them approaching but you feel them. You sense their presence simply because of how imposing it is. Demons.

You have no chance at running, you're seated on your knees on the ground and, even if you were on your feet, there'd be no point. You go still, staring down into your basket of collected herbs, unsure of what you should do. You're going to die, that much is obvious, but how much fight are you willing to go out with? You don't even know if you want to look at them.

One, no, two demons on either side of you. You almost missed the second one with how far away they seemed to be standing. The one directly next to you bends over until they're so close you can feel breath on your head.

"Hey Akaza! Come lookie what I got here!"

The voice is cheery in an unnerving way. 'Akaza' that must be the other one. Finally, you bring yourself to glance up into the eyes of the demon that seems to be inspecting you. He's so close that your noses touch and you flinch, just barely holding back from curling in on yourself. Rainbow eyes with writing in the center and white hair that curls around his neck. He's smiling uncomfortably wide with those sharp fangs poking out.

"We don't have time for this you idiot so stop playing with your food and let's go. Lord Muzan is expecting us."

The other one sounds much less enthusiastic about finding a fresh meal.

You want to run. You want to get back into the safety net of wisteria and hide away in your bed. For someone who works to help the slayers, this is the first time you've come across demons since you were young, and it's more terrifying than you remember.

"Aw come now Akaza it's such a cutie come see," the demon's eyes flicker down your neck and to the hemline of your robes, his eyes widen and light up, "We could share if you want."

They're talking about you but it's as if you aren't even there. This guy was playing with you.

"I'm not sharing anything with you."

Finally, the demon in front of you decides to address you, "You smell so yummy."

You can't run. But maybe you can stall.

Working up your best doe eyes and soft voice you say, "What are you?"

He seems to like that. If the widening of his smile is anything to go by at least.

"Scared?" he asks.

You nod timidly.

The other demon growls from behind you, this time much closer than you remember, "Douma, let's go."

They don't seem to get along very well from the sound of it. The second demon's voice isn't patient or kind. Not that you'd expect it to be. But for them to be traveling together they seem tense. Maybe you could use that. Turn them against each other long enough to make a daring escape. You just hoped that when the time came your legs would work properly.

Douma, as you learned, pouts like a puppy and reaches out so fast that you can't even begin to move away. His hand cups the underside of your jaw, sharp nails digging into your flesh and making you bleed instantly, and he turns you to face his companion. He dips down and presses his face up against the side of your, squishing you uncomfortably. Akaza doesn't even pay you much mind, instead staring down at Douma in seething rage.

"But look, don't ya want some?"

You feel like you're going to be violently ill. Heart racing, stomach churning, body shaking, but your brain is refusing to let you do anything but sit there. Before Akaza can respond, Douma is pulling back and making you face him again, nearly giving you whiplash with how quickly he moves you.

"I've never seen humans out in this area," he gasps and glances back in the direction of your house which is progressively feeling more and more out of reach, "I bet you live behind that wisteria covered gate huh? You're not a demon slayer though, no no, you're much too soft."

Okay, he was giving you an opening. Douma wanted to play with you and Akaza just wanted to keep moving. If you kept Douma's attention on you then maybe Akaza would step in and they'd keep each other distracted.

"Are you going to kill me?" you ask with a shuddered breath.

Douma giggles and runs his thumb over your cheek, trailing it over to your mouth, where he pulls your bottom lip down playfully. He stands back up to his full height without letting you go which pulls you into an uncomfortable position, your neck straining at the arch. His free hand props on his hip and he eyes Akaza.

"Don't be such a bore-"

A strange sound flits through the air into your ears and before you can comprehend it there's blood splattering all over your face. The smell and feel of it makes you want to puke. Where Douma's head rested on his shoulders only moments ago, it's gone now, severed you assume by Akaza. That's what that sound was. Him slicing through the air and in turn his companion.

"We don't have time for your games."

Within seconds, it's completely reconstructed and a smile not unlike a cat crosses Douma's lips. It's scary, the way his eyes seem to shine, like he enjoyed being beheaded. Like he enjoys the violent nature of it all. He lets his gaze flicker down to your blood covered face for a second before he lets your chin go.

He frowns, eyebrows pinching, "You got my new toy all messy."

He moves fast, so much so that you almost wonder if he teleported, and it's like watching two animals lurch at each other as they start to fight. More blood sprays along your back and you can hear them arguing, Douma laughing, Akaza growling. That's your opening. It's hard to stand, your legs feel wobbly and weak, either from Douma's strange affectionate touch or the fact that you were quite literally an inch from death you're unsure. But when you do you make sure not to run.

You can't tear their attention from each other. It would be game over if you did. Slowly, carefully, keeping your eyes locked onto their figures, you back away. Leaves crinkle under your weight and luckily for you it doesn't seem to be enough to deter them. They're too busy ripping each other to shreds. It's not until you're save within the walls of your home that you collapse onto the ground and throw up.

Unfortunately, that wasn't the last you'd see of both of them as it seemed such a chance encounter really caught their attention in the worst way possible. Every time you leave those walls near evening, they're there, waiting, and you aren't sure what's worse, the fact that they don't kill you, or the fact that they seem to like you.

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