baby daddy!roy harper who has done this dance before and is much more pleased with the situation he finds himself in this time that he can’t find it in himself to be shocked. you’re a good person: wholly and totally. you get along with lian. you understand his life as a vigilante. and he knows that your child will be a priority in your life.
baby daddy!roy harper who asks you to move in with him. he knows it’s forward and that the two of you weren’t even dating, but he wants his child to have the experience of both parents under one roof. he doesn’t want lian to miss out on time with her sibling just because her dad wasn’t smart enough to lock a girl down before getting her pregnant.
baby daddy!roy harper who wants to get it right this time. it upsets him a lot that he wasn’t able to be in lian’s life from birth and he wants to experience all of the milestones. he makes sure there’s a room for both of you— even if he has to ask ollie for help to do so. he’s with you at every appointment, cracking jokes and asking questions.
baby daddy!roy harper who flirts with you constantly. there’s a reason he slept with you in the first place and as the pregnancy goes on, he can’t help but be wildly attracted to you to an unprecedented degree. he can’t keep his hands off of you: touching your back as he brushes past you, holding your hand to help you out of the car, laying your feet in his lap as you watch a movie with lian. he wants more but won’t say anything unless he’s 100% sure you feel the same.
baby daddy!roy harper who won’t let another soul say anything bad about you. You may not be his in any official sense of the word, but the bond you share is deep. someone wants to shame you? his roommate, partner, co-parent, mother of his child? they better think again because roy harper is a lot of things, but someone who will take shit from people? not one of them.
baby daddy!roy harper who you had intended to set boundaries with and establish a healthy, platonic coparent relationship with, but the more you get to know him— see the real him outside the archer’s bravado— you begin to realise how much of a family man is… how deeply he cares for the people in his life and how seamlessly you’ve become one of those people. then, you start to wonder if a health co-parent is really all you want?
froggi yaps -> cute little birthday fic for @queen-of-gotham :p happy birthday & ty for always being your cool self!! sending love <3
It’s late when you wake up, the dark of your bedroom thick and heavy. Sitting up, you reach for Roy only to realize he’s gone.
Light pours underneath the door, catching on something glittering and green sticking out from your doorframe. Stretching your sleep-heavy limbs, you force yourself out of bed and onto your feet.
Your hand hovers over the handle, eyes caught on the pop of green. You squint, eyes travelling the length of the ribbon that’s been caught in the door, the tail end of it just barely peeking out.
Something blooms in your chest like the flowers in the yard blooming beneath the late night drizzle. You smile and take a deep breath, unsure of what’s going to be on the other side of that door, before you turn the handle.
Balloons of every colour greet you at the door, bumping into your face and head. You fight your way through them until you’re on the other side, the hall illuminating the world around you.
Streamers line the walls, draped every which way across the paint. The scent of something sweet hits your nose and beckons you further through your home, every step taking you closer to the soft light coming from the kitchen.
Another smattering of balloons adorns the entrance, colourful strips of crepe paper hanging and hiding the kitchen from sight. You duck beneath them, fighting your way through before a pair of arms grab you from behind.
You squeal, fighting against them for only a moment until the familiar scent of Roy’s bodywash hits your nose and the familiar curve of his body registers in your mind.
“Happy birthday,” he kisses the side of your neck, loosening his grip so you can turn to face him.
You stand on your toes, tilting your head back to kiss him. “Babe it’s not—”
You blink, catching sight of the time on the microwave behind him. 12:06am. Almost exactly the start of your birthday.
Roy smiles smugly, “what was that, sweetheart?”
You playfully hit his arm, trying to ignore the ball of emotion welling up in your chest. You lean in, arms around his torso, and hug him tightly.
“Roy,” you say, tears pricking at your eyes, “you’re too sweet.”
He smoothes a hand down your back, rubbing circles with his thumb the way he always does when he’s comforting you. His lips find the skin of your forehead, dusting over it.
“I got some cookie dough from that bakery you like,” he says. “It’s in the oven, I was hoping they’d be done before you woke up but—”
You squeeze the air out of him, pressing your face into his chest. “You love me.”
“Of course I do, I love you more than anything.” He thumbs at the skin of your hip, “happy birthday, baby.”
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this is (late) day 2 of my love letters valentine's event! this was the pink heart letter <3
froggi yaps-> this was the result of @/cherryvvave's fave character + trope!! i meant to post this yesterday but lowk was struggling a lot, so i appreciate the patience!! next letter will be posted later today :p
Roy’s mouth is suddenly impossibly dry. He blinks, wondering if between one flutter of his eyes and the next, this entire nightmarish scenario will go away. It doesn’t.
“What?”
“I said,” you take a deep breath, “I don’t want to keep doing this.
“Like, this this? Like us?”
You nod, the motion like a bullet to Roy’s heart. He staggers back like he’s really been shot, face pulled into taut confusion. The air in his room suddenly feels too warm, his skin feverish beneath the fabric of his shirt.
“Did I do something wrong?” His mouth is twisted into a frown, “I don’t…I don’t understand.”
You tear your eyes away from his, knowing if you look at him right now it’s only going to make this so much harder on you. A deep breath quells your frayed nerve ends, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.
“I don’t want the same things as you, Roy. Not anymore.”
“What things?” He laughs humourlessly, calloused fingers running through his hair, “sex? Company? A friend?”
“I never wanted to just be your friend,” you admit bitterly. “I thought—I hoped this would turn into something more.”
He calls your name, stepping towards you, fingers outstretched like if he could just touch you, he could stop this. You recoil, drawing your arms over yourself.
“That’s not fair.”
Your voice breaks. “Don’t you think I know that? Why do you think I’m ending this?”
He chews on his bottom lip, a dead giveaway of what’s to come next. A nervous habit he’d developed in the face of adversity, the expression a memorial to everything he’s ever regretted saying.
“I just don’t see why that’s a problem. Why does it need to be more than this?”
“You can’t be serious.” You shake your head at him, collecting the last of your things and starting towards the door, “you’re unbelievable.”
“C’mon,” he tries, trailing after you.
Your hand freezes on the doorknob, the breath stilling in your body in wait. Waiting for what, you’re not sure.
“Can’t I be enough for you?”
“Goodnight, Roy.”
You slam the door in his face, the only sign you’ll ever show of the growing anger in your chest.
The chatter of the bar coupled with the rock music blaring from the speakers is the perfect storm to drown out all of your thoughts. You roll your wrist, swishing your drink around in the glass and listening to the ice clink around the edges.
You figured coming here would make you feel a little less lonely, or at least sate some of the frustration blooming in your chest. It hasn’t.
A man sidles up to you at the bar. Tall, handsome, grinning at you like you’re his next meal. It’s the kind of man you’d chase away usually, that you’d scoff at and send on his own way. But with the fresh buzz of a vodka cran and the open wound in your chest, you don’t.
Instead, you put on your best flirty smile, touching his arm. Conversation blooms easily from there. He buys you another drink, the two of you drawing closer like there’s some magnetic pull between you.
One thing leads to another and then you’re stumbling through Titans Tower, your lips on his and air a distant memory. Despite your best attempts to be quiet, the soft banging sounds of you colliding against walls and on furniture echoes through the high ceilings of the tower.
Not that you care, only focused on his lips on yours and getting some reprieve from the heartache threatening to eat you alive.
You should’ve been more careful, really. Should’ve been quieter. In a building full of vigilantes, it was only a matter of time before some heard, really.
Unfortunately for you, it just happened to be the last person you wanted it to.
The lights in the hall snap on. You pull yourself away from the man in front of you, eyes watering as they adjust to the light.
“What a show,” Roy says, standing at the end of the hall and looking unimpressed. “Real glad I was here to see it.”
Your date, whose name has slipped your mind, sizes up the redhead. He puffs his chest, eyes clearly looking at the muscles in Roy’s arms and the angry expression on his face.
He looks between the two of you. “Who the hell are you?”
You sigh. This cannot end well.
Roy takes a few steps towards the two of you, broad arms crossed over his chest. “Go home, man.”
You step between your date and Roy, scowling at the redhead. “This is none of your business, Roy.”
“Really?” He laughs dryly, “I think it is. What happened to not wanting sex?”
You cringe. He has somehow completely grasped the point and also sent it sailing over his head, missing it by a long shot.
“Maybe it’s just sex with you that’s the problem.”
You’re not sure who is more shocked by the audacity, you or Roy. You turn on your date with a horrified expression, but before you can speak, Roy beats you to it.
“Get the fuck out of here.” He points to the door, “keep your hands to yourself and get the fuck out.”
He looks at you for confirmation and upon seeing your apologetic smile, turns and leaves, muttering something you can’t quite hear.
“Roy—”
He grabs your wrist, dragging you to his room. “We’re not doing this out here.”
Despite the anger he’s so clearly feeling, his touch is still gentle and forgiving, the man you love peaking through. He closes the door with a click and before you’ve even registered what’s happening, he’s pinning you against it.
His lips are on yours, heavy and desperate and pleading. His hands clamp over your shoulders, gripping you like you’re his lifeline. It’s dizzying, the world swaying beneath your feet.
You brace your hands on his chest, the thick muscle of his pecs beneath your palms. Your hands twist in his shirt, pulling him towards you before pushing him away.
You’re breathless, Roy is panting, both of you are a mess.
“You were really going to move on?” He says quietly, “just like that?”
“I—”
“I know I fucked up but I didn’t think I’d lose you so quickly and I—seeing you with him, god,” he takes a deep shaking breath, “I can’t stand it. Please don’t move on.”
“You can’t just ask me that.”
He rubs a thumb over your cheekbone, frowning. “Why not?”
“Because I want a relationship, Roy. I want a-a life and a proper boyfriend and to go on dates.”
“We can do that.”
“I’m not going to force you into something you don’t want and I’m not going to force myself to keep pretending like I'm fine with how everything is going.”
“I want that too.”
It’s as if you’re not hearing him, perpetually talking yourself in circles. “I want you so bad and it hurts that you don’t want me the same way. And every time we’re together it’s all I can think about like this–this crushing weight on my chest.”
“I love you.”
You freeze, thoroughly snapped back to reality.
“I’m in love with you.” His hand trails from the height of your cheek to the cut of your jaw, “seeing you leave, seeing you with him. I really can’t bear to be apart from you.”
“Roy…”
He silences you with a kiss, sealing the deal.
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Summary: during a game of Truth or Dare, you're asked to make out with the hottest guy in the room
Word Count: 610
Content/CW -> reader is a Titan, Wally being immature, making out, spit (sorry, kat)
— this is part of my 7k sleepover event! thanks for participating <3
froggi yaps -> anotha one :p shoutout to my buddy for choosing this prompt cause i did NOT know what to write today..hope you guys enjoy <3
The lopsided grin on Wally’s face when you choose dare tells you nothing good can come from this. He strokes his imaginary beard, pretending to think on it despite the glimmer in his eyes telling you he already knows precisely what he’s going to ask you to do.
“I dare you to…” He draws out every word, his eyes unblinking.
You wait, anticipation like anxiety rising in your throat. You sip your drink.
“C’mon man,” Roy groans, “just get on with it.”
“All in favor to skip Wally next round?” Donna asks, and no less than three hands go up.
“Fine, fine.” He rolls his eyes, “god forbid I build suspense. Alright.”
You take a deep breath.
“I dare you to make out with the hottest guy in the room.” He raises an eyebrow, “or girl, if that’s your thing.”
Your nerves peak, stomach churning. Swallowing, you look around the room and assess your options. Donna’s a tempting option. She’s a good kisser, probably the least likely to make fun of you for it, and you’ve always wondered how that lipgloss of hers would taste. Kori, too.
Rae and Gar are immediate no’s, the couple curled up on the couch and barely paying attention to the game. Victor could be promising, currently adding more songs to the queue playing from the speakers behind your head. Dick, Wally, Garth, you consider them all until your eyes land on Roy. Your heart hammers in your chest.
He’s cute. Funny, too. You’ve always carried a bit of a flame for him, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive.
“C’mon,” Wally urges, “clock’s ticking.”
“Shut up.”
He mock salutes you. “Shutting up.”
You feel the weight of eyes on you as you rise to your feet, locking eyes with Roy. The redhead’s throat bobs. He splays his legs from where he’s sitting on the floor, beckoning you in with his hands.
You move to straddle him, a leg hooked over each of his. “Is this okay?”
“Think you can get closer, honestly,” he says breathily.
You shuffle until there’s only inches between you, arms snaking over his shoulders. Roy grabs at your hips, tugging you until your hips are flush to his.
“Alright, West.” You glance at the speedster, “get your camera out. This one’s for you.”
And without another moment to spare, you lean in and crash your lips on Roy’s. It’s needier than you intend it to be, a mess of lips and tongue and spit. One of your hands grazes the tips of his hair, tugging.
Your tongue travels the length of the back of his teeth and Roy moans, actually moans, into your mouth. His fingertips dig harshly into the meat of your hips and you find yourself rocking against him, the friction making both of you gasp.
You pull away gasping, a trail of spit connecting your lips to his. Roy is flushed, a goofy looking grin on his face. You stay resting on his lap.
“Gee,” Garth jokes, “how long have you guys been holding back that one?”
You’re not sure whose glare is harsher, yours or Roy’s.
You turn, sitting between Roy’s legs. One of his hands rests on your thigh, the other tapping rhythms on the floor. The game moves on, with you daring Dick to order you a pizza with his credit card, and Dick making Victor admit he had a crush on April from the Ninja Turtles.
You and Roy stay cozied together throughout the game, both of you eagerly awaiting another excuse to kiss. Then again, do you really need one?
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request from @silverdecepticon93 : Could you write something where the reader has the power to see the history of any place she visits and ends up in like Speedy! Roy's room (like for a school assignment or something) and gets flashes of him practicing how to ask her out in his room or even calling Oliver for advice. Meanwhile, Roy is confused why his crush and study-buddy is so flustered the entire time. Ending is up to you!
loving Roy Harper hours 😍 found this original speedy gif and literally died.
changed the story a little? I guess.
your mother didn't say anything when Roy came to pick you up.
avoiding the distractions of both your home's and deciding on working in the Arrow Safe house had been talked about the day before.
felicity would be there, and with her endless knowledge, the two kids were sure they wouldn't fail their assessment.
you hiked your bag over your shoulder, yelled a goodbye to your mother and walked down to the car with him.
Oliver was in the front seat, having offered to drive considering you were just a year out from getting your license.
Roy could have driven, but he didn't have a car, and Oliver didn't quite trust him behind the wheel.
chatting in the car about how you were going to format the assignment, you began to fade out of the conversation.
Roy's pretty used to you fading into episodes, so he sort of just sits back and let's it run it's course.
you are suddenly back a few days ago in the same car. your vision sits you in the back seat, but Oliver is driving and Roy is in the passenger seat.
They're talking about something, Oliver is saying things like 'go for it' and 'she has to see it, honestly you're so obvious' unsure of what their talking about you mean forward, only to be faded back into your body.
Roy asks if you're alright, which you respond with a confused yes.
He looks like he's going to say something, but brushes it off and you arrive at the safehouse.
Roy goes off to help Oliver with something really quick, leaving you to set up your stuff.
while left there you feel yourself start to dissociate again and you're flung back into memories.
this time you see Roy pacing across the Safe house, Thea Queen, watching him with a raised eyebrow.
Oliver walks in and looks confused, asking what was the matter.
"he's frustrated because he likes Y/n but doesn't have the balls to ask her out" Thea looks like she's having a field day insulting him, and Roy just looks defeated.
a few minutes of chatter between them, Oliver talking with him, and Thea jumping in with sidenotes and tips, and she's shaken back to her body.
face to face with Roy who looks a little concerned.
after making sure you were alright , the two of you started to work on your project.
through the whole thing your not looking at him, jumping at anything he says, etc.
after your work is done, he pulls you aside before you leave.
"Are you alright? you've been off since we got here. Did I do something? or did you not want to work here? or"
"Roy"
"yeah?"
you take a breath,
"do you want to go out some time"
"like on a date ?" he asks, confused.
"yeah".
needless to say, he says yes.
and Thea never let's him live down the fact that you asked him out before he could.
requests are open!
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Princess and the Peasant (Roy Harper x Reader) {Part 2}
Request: Nope.
Prompt: Princess (Y/N) was walking through the streets of her kingdom at night, when someone attempted to rob, rape and kill her, however a man came to her rescue and made sure the Princess was alright, she was perfectly fine. However she wanted to repay him, so she invited him to dinner the next day.
(Y/N/N) - Your Nickname | (Y/F/N) - Your Full Name
PART 1 |
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(Y/N)'s POV
Roy and myself were walking through the garden enjoying each other's company, as we have been doing for the past few months before we stopped in front of the maze,
"Shall we find the middle?" I asked extending my hand, he raised an eyebrow before taking my hand as we went into the maze,
"How do you know where you're going (Y/N)?" He asked,
"Roy are you forgetting I live here? I always come here to hide away from my duties" I chuckled making another turn, I noticed him shaking his head
"That's not very Princess like, (Y/N)" he retorted, I rolled my eyes
"The Queen tends to give me all of her jobs while she sits on her butt doing jack shit-I mean nothing" I say correcting myself,
"They is no need to keep your high profile up in front of me, (Y/N/N)" he smiled making me turn to him,
"I never been called that before" I retorted,
"Well what would you care me to call you then. (Y/N) is a mouthful" he shrugged, I chuckled
"(Y/N/N) is just fine Roy. Plus if you think my first name is a mouthful then you'd hate to say my full name" I say as we entered the middle of the maze.
"What is your full name?" He asked,
"(Y/F/N)" I stated making his eyes widened, "Thanks to my mother" I smiled, he frowned
"If you don't mind me asking how did she die?" He asked, I raised an eyebrow
"You don't believe that she was killed by an illness?" I asked, he shook his head
"I could see that it was a cover up" he replied, I smiled
"I'm glad that I can actually talk to someone about it. Suicide. My mother killed herself after catching my father cheating on her with Olivia" I sighed,
"How old was you again?" He asked,
"14. Still can't believe it's been 16 years" I answered looking towards the ground tears forming in my eyes, Roy lifted my head up making me look him in the eyes,
"Tears don't suit you M'lady" he said wiping them, I sighed
"I'm just glad there's someone I can talk to, since none of the servants talk about it and there is no way my father or Olivia would talk to me about it" I smiled, he gave me a hug
"I shall always be here for you to talk to (Y/N/N)" he replied,
"Come along before Connie calls the national guard to come find us" I sighed taking his hand again and leading him out of the maze, Sasha was running towards us
"Miss (Y/N), we thought you was missing" she panted,
"Relax Sasha, I was in the maze" I chuckled, she gave me a weak smile
"I understand, miss" she smiled, I rolled my eyes
"Sasha I told you a thousand times call me (Y/N)" I say, she nodded "Of course, (Y/N). Your meal with the King and Queen will be soon" she stated making me raise an eyebrow,
"Meal? I have a guest-"
"Yes they know that. They want to have a meal with you both" she informed before leaving us,
"Roy, I honestly had no idea about this. I'm sorry" I apologised, he nodded
"So I'm having a meal with the king, queen and princess. This is going to be pleasant" he commented,
"My deepest apologies" I sighed as we headed back to the castle, "Tell me more about yourself Roy" I demanded.
"Well (Y/N/N), I was brought up by my mother before she passed away so my Uncle took care of me" he replied,
"What of your father?" I asked,
"Never knew the man" he shrugged,
"I'm sorry to hear that. If you don't mind me asking how old are you?" I asked, he chuckled
"Not much older than you" he said, I rolled my eyes
"I want a number, Roy. Or I will use my royalty" I threatened,
"Threats? Is that what our friendship has come to (Y/N/N)? I'm 32 by the way" He asked, I froze
"Did you say I was your friend?" I asked, he nodded
"Is they a problem with that?" He asked, I shook my head
"I've just never had a friend" I say, he raised an eyebrow.
"You've never had a friend?" He asked,
"Well there is my personal servants but they're different. Should it be on a level basis they would hate me" I explained, he shook his head
"I doubt that" he retorted,
"Have you met me? The other royals hate me because of my attitude" I sighed, he chuckled
"The people love you though since you don't let classes get in your way. You show you're just like everyone else. That's why everyone is waiting for you to take the throne" he replied,
"Thank you but I wouldn't be able to rule by myself" I smiled, he raised an eyebrow
"Then marry" he shrugged,
"I don't want to marry just anyone. I want it to be marriage with emotions, not political" I chuckled, he nodded, "How about we say that if I don't find love, I can marry my only friend" I bargained, he raised an eyebrow before putting an arm over my shoulder,
"You want to marry me? If you don't find love?" he repeated.
"Yes, it'll just make the royals hate me even more and the people love me. It's a win-win" I smiled, he chuckled
"You've got yourself a deal. Now do I look presentable?" He asked, I straighten out his top before nodding,
"Just to warn you the Queen is going to be throwing as many hateful comments your way" I warned as we approached the dining hall,
"I'm sure I can handle it" he smiled,
"Bow, speak when spoken to, that's about it" I ordered, he nodded before the guards opened the doors and we walked in and bowed at them and they returned it before we sat at the table,
"So (Y/N) what did you think of Prince Jean?" Olivia asked,
"He's a respectable man. But he made it clear he's not looking for a wife and I've made myself clear that I don't want to marry for political reasons" I growled,
"Jean doesn't know what he wants" she retorted, I clenched my fists
"He's quite capable of knowing what he wants. After all you are not his mother, neither are you mine" I spat,
"(Y/N) hold your tongue" she snapped, I slightly smirked before eating, "You boy. What's your name?" She sneered,
"Roy Harper, your highness" he answered,
"And what do you do?" She asked,
"I was studying to become an interior decorator" he replied,
"Was. What happened?" She interrogated,
"I doubt he would want to talk about it" I say,
"Let the boy speak for himself" she snapped, he gave me a weak smile before I slammed my hand on the table standing up
"He's not a boy, Olivia! He's a grown respectable man!" I yelled,
"(Y/N) sit down" My father demanded,
"I'm not mother! You don't get to order me around! Connie!" I yell, he came through the doors,
"Yes miss?" He asked
"Take Roy to my studio while I have a chat to these two" I say, he bowed
"Of course, follow me, Mr Harper" he demanded and lead Roy out of the room,
"How dare you bring your mother into this?!" Olivia yelled standing up,
"She died because of you!" I growled,
"(Y/N) that's enough" father said,
"No! She committed suicide! Because you slept with this hag!" I snapped pointing to Olivia as tears began to form.
"Your mother died from an illness" Father retorted,
"Don't talk that bullshit! She left me a letter! She caught you fucking this bitch! She didn't want to be a burden on your love life so she kill herself!" I screamed as tears starting to spill over,
"Enough!" He bellowed banging his hand on the table,
"Don't ever talk to me again" I sighed before storming out of the room, I was walked into my studio to find Roy admiring one of my pieces, he heard my footsteps making him turn around, he came over to me and gave me a hug,
"You really didn't give us time to leave before you ripped into them" he smirked, I chuckled "It's okay to cry to Princess" he commented before I broke down,
"I can't do this" I sobbed into his chest, he stroked my hair, I pulled away before look at him "Can I stay at yours tonight? I don't want to face either of them" I asked, his eyes widened but nodded,
"Would you be allowed to do that?" He asked as we made our way to my room,
"No but honestly I don't give a fuck" I retorted making him chuckle, I threw some clothes in a bag with my make up before fastening it up and leaving my room, I gave Roy my bag as we arrived outside the servant quarters, "Stay here. I'm going to get us a car" I ordered before going to where all the keys were, I grabbed the car keys and slid a note under Connie's door before grabbing Roy's hand and running out to the car, he got in the passenger seat while I got in the drivers,
"I've got a bad influence on you" Roy stated, I smirked before putting the keys in the ignition before setting off, "Can you even drive?" He asked,
"No but it's like riding a horse" I smirked as I waited for the gates to open before rushing out of them and driving to his road.
Princess and the Peasant (Roy Harper x Reader) {Part 1}
Request: Nope.
Prompt: Princess (Y/N) was walking through the streets of her kingdom at night, when someone attempted to rob, rape and kill her, however a man came to her rescue and made sure the Princess was alright, she was perfectly fine. However she wanted to repay him, so she invited him to dinner the next day.
A/N: So I’m back...FINALLY! I hope everyone is staying safe during this Pandemic situation. Anyway, this is going to be an Eight part series, and it’s all written up ready to go in my drafts so don’t worry about long updates! Also, there’s no vigilante lives in this, everyone from the DC universe are just ordinary people, with somewhat normal lives.#
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Y/N's POV
"Your highness. It's time to wake up" Sasha alerted as her and my butler Connie came in, Connie opened the curtains and the door to my balcony earning a groan as I stuck my head under the pillow,
"Come along now Miss (Y/N). You have a busy day" Connie sighed, I sat up,
"What have I got to do that has got my day busy? Shouldn't it be my Father and that hag" I snapped.
"Now miss (Y/N), you shouldn't say that about the Queen" Connie retorted,
"First off I can say it because she's not my mother. Secondly, she hates me just as much as I hate her all because she won't be able to rule once my father has passed away" I argued, he sighed
"Of course Miss. I will be outside your room awaiting you" he informed before leaving.
"Connie?" I asked,
"Yes miss?" He asked,
"How many times do I have to tell you both don't call me miss or your highness. (Y/N) is just fine" I reminded, he bowed
"Of course" he smiled before leaving and closing the door, I got up and showered before changing into the clothes Sasha picked out before she did my hair and make up.
I was dressed up casual as I didn't want to overdress meeting my saviour from last night, I left my room and followed Connie and Sasha to the Throne room where my father and the witch I have to call my stepmother were, I approached them and bowed my head,
"Why are you dressed like that?" Olivia, stepmother, sneered, I rolled my eyes,
"I'm going to be having dinner with the man who saved my life last night" I spat,
"If you was outside the walls with your bodyguard that wouldn't of happened meaning a peasant wouldn't have to come into the grounds" she scoffed, I looked towards my father as I held my tongue waiting to be dismissed, he nodded before I turned on my heel and stormed out of the Throne room,
"That good for nothing b-"
"Miss (Y/N)" My body guard Eren greeted cutting me off, I smiled
"Eren, how are you?" I asked,
"I am well thank you M'Lady" he replied making me chuckle
"Eren you are my bodyguard, there is no need for formality" I sighed, he nodded before leading me to the car that was outside,
"I shall be waiting to meet this saviour of yours" he smiled before closing the door. I turned my attention to Connie,
"Would you care for some music?" He asked, I shook my head
"You know I prefer the view of the kingdom than music" I replied,
"Of course. I was just asking incase" he chuckled before he set off, we arrived on the road and I got out and went to my saviours door, he gave me his address however not his name, he answered the door, in a white buttoned up shirt along with black trousers and brogues.
"Your highness" he greeted as he took my hand and kissed it while bowing, I did a little curtsy smiling,
"I didn't feel like royal today" I commented look upon my outfit,
"You’re still a Princess though" he retorted as we approached the car, Connie opened the door for me, I got in and moved over so he was able to get in.
"You do realise you never gave me your name, saviour" I stated,
"Roy Harper, your highness" he chuckled, I smiled
"Roy is an-"
"Crap name, I know" he sighed cutting me off,
"I was gonna say exquisite. But it's your name so if you think it's crap, it's crap" I shrugged making him chuckle and earning a glare of Connie.
"Apologies for my language, your highness" he apolgised, I nodded
"You don't have to call me your highness every time. Call me (Y/N)" I retorted, he nodded we arrived back at the castle and Eren opened the door for us to get out, "Eren, I would like you to me Roy. Roy this is my bodyguard, Eren" I introduced them, they shook hands
"I'm deeply thankful that you saved her last night" Eren smiled, Roy shrugged
"Anything to help out royalty" Roy replied.
"Miss (Y/N), Mr Harper would you care to follow me to your tea" Connie commented,
"Lead the way Connie" I smiled before following him, Roy along my side as we entered my father was stood at the stairs
"(Y/N)" he beamed as he came over giving me a hug, he looked towards Roy, who immediately bowed,
"Your majesty" he greeted,
"Rise my boy. You're the one who saved my daughter, correct?" My father asked,
"Yes I am, sir" Roy said, my father stuck out his hand and shook Roy's hand.
"I'm grateful that you did. I don't what I would have don't if I lost my little girl" he sighed,
"I'm not a child any more" I groaned, he just patted my head
"Of course, you aren't. You're a respectable woman, who's very capable of coming a Queen" he replied,
"I don't want to talk about that in front of Roy. So continue your business of being a king" I sighed,
"If it makes you happy, I will be on my way" he chuckled before leaving, Connie continued to lead us to the tea. It was in the Gazebo, which is my favourite place to have it since my mother use to have it out here all the time,
"I shall leave you two alone. If you need me just give me a shout" he informed before walking away.
"The king seems like a happy man" Roy commented, I nodded
"He is. It's his b-"
"(Y/N), darling. Come here!" Olivia called over, I growled and cursed under my breath,
"Excuse me a moment" I smiled to Levi before quickly walking over to her, "What do you want? Can't you see that I have a guest" I growled,
"Prince Jean, I would like you to meet, Princess (Y/N)" Olivia introduced, Jean came over to me kissing my hand as I curtsy, "Jean is my nephew and maybe your potential husband" Olivia informed, Jean sighed
"Aunt Olivia, I came here to speak matters about the army, I'm not looking for a bride. Don't take offence to that, your highness" Jean retorted, I waved it off
"None taken. It was a pleasure meeting you" I smiled before leaving back to the Gazebo. I groaned as I sat back down,
"That's not very lady like" Roy said, I sighed
"I don't care" I snap before sipping my tea, he did the same but held it strange, I raised an eyebrow
"What?" He asked,
"I never seen someone hold their cup like that" I answered,
"If you’re going to judge me on everything I do. I'll leave" he spat getting up, I stood up after him
"I was not judging you. I was fascinated that's all. So I do apologise for my attitude if it sounded like I was judging you, it's just the Queen is trying to find me a husband" I apologised
"The Queen? You mean your stepmother?" He asked, I clenched my fists
"She's not my stepmother" I snapped before sighing "Sorry my attitude again" I sighed but he waved it off,
"It's fine. I find it interesting that a Princess has a short temper" he chuckled making me smile.
"Fuck!" He groaned as he fell face first on the cold wooden floor of the living room. He limped to the kitchen and stitched himself up, wincing quietly to prevent his girlfriend from waking up. He ate leftovers before slowly changing into his pyjamas and slid into bed beside his beautiful girl.
~The Next Morning~
Your PoV
I sighed as I stretched gently and slowly opened my eyes. I actually had a nice sleep. I smiled. I turned over and saw a knocked out Roy hugging my waist. He looked exhausted. I decided to place a well-deserved kiss on his lips before getting up to make breakfast. Unfortunately, the kiss managed to wake him up and he smirked, rolling onto my body to keep me down on the bed.
“Mornin’, trouble” He mumbled against my lips as he placed my legs around his waist.
"Morning!" I smiled as we parted from the kiss.
"Tough night?" I asked.
"You have no idea!" He sighed, kissing my neck as I massaged his scalp.
"Babe, you can't possibly continue doing this!" I explained.
"I can and I will." He grumbled, peppering my jaw with kisses.
"It's very unhealthy the amount of sleep you're not getting!" I chuckled.
"Relax." He groaned.
"No, you live dangerously, I live in constant fear that you won't come home sometimes," I complained, caressing his cheek as he gazed into my eyes.
"I know and I really appreciate it." He smiled gratefully.
"And with all the bad guys you kill and the lack of skill you have, I’m genuinely surprised you ain’t dead yet" I chuckled. He laughed before become somewhat serious.
"You used to do that too!" He defended.
"But I'm retired now!"
~A few years ago~
I ran past rooftops as I caught up with the boat that was nearly past the port. If I didn't get there in time, those girls would be gone forever.
"Need help sugar?" A familiar voice asked as it jumped beside me and ran by my side.
"Yes, make sure that boat doesn't get out of reach!" I explained to the ginger. Jumped off the rooftop, we continued running along the docks. A bridge came closer and closer to us as the boat passed under it. We hopped down onto the boat and started fighting the men on it.
"What are we doing here exactly?" He asked as he punched a man in his jaw.
"Some girls have been kidnapped for money and their families have begged me to find them." I groaned as I averted another man's punch and slammed him on the ground.
-----Time Skip-----
"Thank you so much! (S/H/N)" A mother thanked as the police officer brought the girl inside their home.
"It's my pleasure." I smiled as the girls returned to their families.
"Now that that's done, how about I take you out for dinner?" Arsenal smirked.
"I'd like that!" I smiled shyly.
~Now~
"I'm sure you miss fighting bad guys, babe!" He whined as he kissed my cheek. I opened my mouth to say something but quickly closed it, knowing he was right.
"Just give it another try?" He pouted. He contemplated my eyes as I thought for a few minutes.
"I guess I could give it another go," I mumbled.
"Great, okay, cook breakfast and I'll show you your upgraded suit."
"You did that already?" I scoffed.
"Of course, I knew you would come back someday." He smiled sheepishly.
"You're such a dork!" I chuckled as I pulled his head back to mine, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss.
