#x robin

[princeoftheeternalbog]

Listen guys we need to come up with crazy nicknames for one piece ships cause why do we have frobin when it could be superflowers or ironpetals like THATS SO COOL????

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first fights + xander, niles, & sumia

anon asked: “Can i ask headcanons for Xander, Niles and Sumia x reader first fight and make up? Thank you, i love your your page!”

a/n: i’ve been babysitting all weekend jsdfhsdkf this is the life of a teenager at family gatherings --mod touko

also: i’m in an angst mood yur welcome

xander: 

   he had never snapped at you before. sure, he could be a bit harsh with his orders but never did he yell at you. you were his little prince/ss, the one person in his life that he could trust unconditionally.

   but even so, sometimes even the cold prince of nohr loses his composure.

   you were trying to help him, he had stayed up a night too many training. you knew he needed his sleep lest he not be as sharp as he needed to be in the next battle. so, you told yourself that you would force him to sleep, even if you had to drag him to bed. 

   “xander,” you call, testing the waters to see how you should approach him. he doesn’t seem to notice as he continues to spar against his younger brother, the latter who seems to be losing. leo seems to notice you, however, and yells at xander to stop the duel. xander seems frustrated, and he quickly sheathes his sword and saunters on his steed over to you.

   “what is it?” he replies, and you smile up at him, trying to calm him. xander’s face doesn’t soften any as it usually does when he sees you, and you shrink under his gaze, nervously shifting from foot to foot. 

   “i was just wondering if you were going to take a break!” you muster up all the courage you can, “it’s getting dark and you haven’t rested for a while--”

   “nonsense... i will be fine. now if that’s all you were saying i’d like to get back to training.” you know you can’t drop this, you want him to be healthy and rested, so you press on.

   “xander, please you haven’t been rested well all week, i’m worried--”

   “like i said, i will be fine.” firm. biting your lip, you know you have to keep pressing him. he can’t always be dismissive of his own health.

   “you say that, but i know you xander, if you would just--”

   “that’s enough of your nagging!” he isn’t yelling but his voice grows so commanding and it makes you flinch. it reminded you of how garon’s voice got when he was disappointed in you, and you fight back tears. xander doesn’t seem to notice, but leo does, dismounting and walking towards you. “i know what’s best for me and i will do so, leave me to train.” you don’t say a word, the frustration towards him bubbling up inside so much you feel like you’re going to explode. leo comes and takes your hand, whispering to you that he’d take you back to your room. 

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   xander had screwed up, that camilla had drilled into his head. he felt awful after he learned that you had been so upset by his words that you had decided to sleep in her room for the night. he scowls, working up the courage to call out your name. clearing his throat once, then twice, he softly says your name.

   you don’t answer the first time, instead you wrap camilla’s cape tighter around you, pouting. he calls louder, but it’s not the harsh tone he used with you last night. you’re tempted to keep ignoring him but you know nothing will be solved that way, so you mumble a quiet: “what do you want?”. he slowly pushes open the door, and sees you sitting in camilla’s bed, eyes puffy and red from crying. his heart drops because he knows he’s the one who’s caused this. the speech he’s rehearsed in his head is forgotten, and the only words he can utter up are a quiet: 

   “i’m sorry... i didn’t mean to--”

   “i was only trying to help you!” you snap, surprised at yourself that you’re even letting yourself talk to him. “maybe if you would listen to me for once you’d know that! but you’re so.... so stubborn that you just ignore my ideas at every turn! it wasn’t just this time, it’s every time i try and help you!”

   xander stills, letting you vent your emotions. he knows you’re right: he was stubborn, and he deserved you yelling at him. but the tears in your eyes? that’s what killed him. he swore to never let you cry and yet here you were. he was disgusted with himself.

   “you’re right.” he says, gently, taking on the tone of voice only you got to hear. “i should listen to you. you’re my right hand, [name], and you do only have my best intentions at heart. forgive me, i was wrong.” you’re silent, heart thumping and roughly wiping the tears out of your eyes. you want to stay mad at him, but when xander says something, you know he means it. he takes a tentative step forward, not knowing if you wish for his touch, but you move forward to meet him instead: wrapping your arms around him. he pulls you close, where you can feel his heartbeat.

   “on my honor, little prince/ss, i will heed your words from now on.” he places a gentle kiss to your forehead, hands carding through your locks.

sumia:

   she sits alone in bed, waiting for you to return to her. it’s hours past curfew, and though you promised you’d be back early today, it seems you broke that promise.

   once again.

   she bites her lip, shrugging on her coat and throwing open the tent flap, going to find you. usually, she’d fall asleep waiting for you, but she wasn’t going to take it anymore. something was up.

   “[name]?” she calls, opening the war tent where you often frequent, seeing you and chrom in there, laughing over something. her heart falls, no way you and chrom were...

   “sumia! what brings you here?” you flash her a smile, and chrom mutters a “hello” to her. “it’s late, love, you should be asleep.”

   “shouldn’t you be as well?” she replies, voice cheery but her eyes tell you all you needed to know. then, it dawns on you, you promised to be in bed early, so you and her could spend some time together. your smile falls, and chrom, sensing the tension awkwardly dismisses himself, leaving you and your obviously angry wife alone. she taps her foot, waiting for you to speak.

   “sumia, i’m so sorry it slipped my mind—“ you throw out apologies, but her face is still set in a firm line.

  “you have time for chrom but not for me?” her voice breaks, and you feel your heart skip a beat. part of you wants her to just yell at you, it would be so much easier for her to be pissed, but no, she was upset.

   “it just slipped my mind, i promise you that i wouldn’t do this on purpose!” you reply, trying to keep your voice low as to not upset her even more. “but i’m sorry tomorrow we can—“

   “i’d believe you if this was the first time but...” her grip on the chair in front of her turns into a vice. her jaw clenches, and she diverts her eyes from yours. “this isn’t the first time, and with all the rumors going around i...” your eyes widen, and now you feel tears well up in your eyes. she thought you and chrom were having an affair? sure, he had a crush on you at one point but you made it clear that you were in love with sumia.

   “sumia... you know i would never...” you get up out of your chair, striding over to her. the closer you get the more tired you realize she looks. the dark circles under her eyes, gods, she must’ve stayed awake waiting for you... you feel awful. “listen, i love you more than anything in this life.” you tilt her chin to look at you. she’s holding back tears, and you wish nothing but to pull her into you. “i would never do anything to hurt you intentionally, chrom is my friend, nothing more.”

   “i know i just... wish you would spend as much time with me as you do with him.” she seems to relax into your touch. “you can’t keep breaking your promises to me, that’s not how relationships are supposed to work.”

   “you’re right. i’ve been taking you for granted, and you deserve better.” you kiss her on the nose, and she flushes crimson. “tomorrow how about we go into the villages and we get tea together, how would you like that? it won’t make up for the promises i broke, but maybe i can start making it up to you.”

   “you promise?” she says, and you smile lovingly down at her.

   “with all that i am. and if i break it i give you permission to run me through with your lance.”

   “...alright.” the sweet smile she always holds returns, and you bring her into your chest, kissing her cheek.

niles:

   it’s nothing you weren’t used to by now, niles flirting with everyone, but today it just rubbed you the wrong way. maybe it was the fact that you had just lost your friend lilith a few weeks ago and you had been on edge all week, but this time when you see him trying to charm effie, it sets you off.

   “niles. won’t you leave her alone?” you say, voice small. effie looks at you with a smile, probably oblivious to niles words. niles grins, slinking over to your side. he tries to put an arm around your shoulder, but you pull away from his touch.

   “something wrong, dear?” he still has that stupid look on his face.

   “something wrong? yeah you were flirting with effie. i thought was a given!” you pout, crossing your arms. niles scoffs, struggling to keep up with your pace. “seriously niles must a put you on a leash!”

   “well, i wouldn’t object to that,” he says suggestively, but then upon seeing that you’re actually angry with him, he clears his throat: “but i wasn’t... i didn’t mean it i simply talk like that it’s... not that i mean anything i say!”

   “it just sucks you know!” you turn a heel, throwing your hands up in exasperation. though you’re in the middle of the camp, everyone seems to have deserted upon hearing the two of you bicker. “you say the same things you say to me to everyone else!”

   “but i mean them when i say ‘em to you, i think that’s fairly obvious.” he mutters, awkwardly diverting his gaze so he doesn’t have to look at your heartbroken expression. it kills him when he hears your voice crack like that, and he’s always tried to dial down his more unruly behavior but every so often it slips.

   “it should be but... i just don’t feel special.” small. he’s never heard you sound this way, usually you’re bubbly, taking up space and letting everyone know, so it’s like a knife to his heart when he hears your words.

   “...i’m sorry you feel that way, love.” his voice is soft, unhindered with its usual mirth. he pulls you close by your hand, placing a small kiss on your knuckles. “and... i guess you’re right. i should spare my words just for you. and if you don’t mind, i’d like to start now.” you fluster crimson, burrowing into his chest.

   “n-niles please!” he chuckles, scooping you up in his arms.

   “look at me.” he instructs, carrying you off to your shared room. “i’m gonna make you feel special the rest of your life, sweetheart. starting tonight.”

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Older! Damian x Male Reader Prt 14 (Ugh Roomates)

Sorry for any grammatical horrors and for the story being a bit bland. Y’ve wondering around the house for quite some time now and you still haven’t found a place that seemed inviting. One would think that it would be an easy find since the house is mostly composed of rooms. Magical or otherwise. Nether the less you continued to search. After a while you decided to get a snack to see if it would help you feel better. When you arrived to the main entrance you stopped and looked at the door; located on your left. Then looked at the stairs and the entrance to the main dinning room and then back to the door. You didn’t know why but you had a feeling that you should stay there. Usually when you had this feelings you were right; so against your better judgement you stayed. A few minutes pass and you head for the door. It was as if something was pulling you towards it. Once there, you thought about opening the door, and you were quite conflicted about this. Why did you mind didn’t want you to do it? But you didn’t know. Yet there was something telling you to do so. So you did. And upon doing so you find yourself dreading it instantly. “Oh it’s you.” You and a voice said at the same time. You hated being right in these types of situations. The person behind the door was not other than Damian Wayne the prodigal son of the Wayne’s. “Who would have thought you would be lucky to find yourself in such lovely place. Quite opposite of your usual..”

“My father lives here.” You intervened not wanting to deal with him at the moment. Sighing you continued by asking: “What do you want?”

“Well my father had business somewhere else today and I was to go with him. But since he hasn’t answered his cellphone the few times I called. I grew concerned. So after I discovered where he was I drove here to get him.” He informed you in a matter of fact tone.

”He is still here? Wow. Whatever it is that they were discussing must have been important.” You thought. “He should be outside in the first garden.” You mentioned opening the door fully so Damian could enter. “It kinda looks something from Alice in Wonderland. And it’s the first one on your left.” Damian hummed letting you know that he got what you said and went to get his father. While you continued to head to the kitchen, but you stopped debating whether or not help him get to the garden. ”Does he even know where he is going?” “He is smart he can handle it.”

“Yeah but that wouldn’t be very polite; now would it?”

”I honestly don’t want to deal with him right now.

”But you have to be the bigger person here. You have to make eat his words even if it’s a little.” You continued your small debate until.... “Damian!”

“Yes?” He turned to look at you with a serious look. “Follow me I know a quicker way. The house is kind of a maze so...” You said motioning him to follow. Damian stared at you thinking if he should follow you or let his pride lead the way and probably end up lost. “Alright lead the way.” He answered heading towards you.

The walk was quiet. Neither of you dared to talk. Mostly because one: you really didn’t want to deal with his remarks and two: you just wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible. Oddly enough Damian did not seem annoyed or mad to be in your presence. He seemed curious which he was. It surprised him how serious you were and that you seemed exhausted. It didn’t seemed it was a physical exhaustion, but it looked more emotional or mental kind of exhaustion. Plus the mansion seemed very interesting. It was filled with a lot of paintings and antiques. The place looked very spacious and it had a peaceful atmosphere. All in all The Bastion mansion piqued his interest, Damian secretly hopes that he can continue exploring the house. The walk to the kitchen wasn’t long, but it felt like it. But you ignored it and headed to the fridge. Damian stood at the entrance waiting for you to finish so that you can leave him at the garden with his father. You pull out a gallon of water and look at Damian, who’s eyed widen a bit of surprise. You looked so tired and oddly alluring. You were standing in front of the refrigerator, your left ram rested on the door, your was still holding the handle of the gallon that you took out, while the light of the fridge lightly illuminated your features. The whole thing looked straight out of those romantic movies that his family sometimes watches. He couldn’t help but stare. You wrapped your right hand behind your head thinking about something, which made you seemed conflicted, but quickly sighed in resignation. Damian continued to look at you, his head bobbing to the side trying to figure out what you were trying to do or say.

“Uh if you go through this door you make a quick right, theres a small path head towards it, at the end turn right, continue walking till you start seeing on your right a ballroom, when you do turn left and another quick left. That is where you’ll find your father and mine. If you get lost just remember: a quick right, right, left, and a quick left. Got it?” You finished looking at Damian making sure the he understood. He rolls his eyes a bit memorizing your instructions and nodded.

You pick a cup and start serving yourself water. Noticing that Damian hasn’t moved and had a look on his face that seemed like he was concerned about something. You look at your cup and assumed it was because you didn’t offer him some. Looking at him you raise your cup and ask: “Want some?”

Damian stares at you a bit more before shaking his head. “Um no I’m fine. Thank you for the offer though.” He said as he started to make his way to the door, located a few feet away from you. When Damian arrived at the door he turned to look at you. You do the same, seconds pass, you both nod and Damian exits the house to look for his father. When he arrives at his destination he stops and looks up noticing that the sun was setting and whispers “I should stop watching movies with Grayson.”

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lana del ray prompts + guzma, frederick, & xander

anon asked: “hey do any of you mods like Lana Del Rey?? i saw the guccihighwaters headcanon things, that was pretty rad, could you guys do some Lana Del Rey insp posts for Guzma, Frederick, Xander, Colress and Sycamore? that would be awesome thanks ✨✨💌”

a/n: i really like writing song fics like this ty for this ask!!! and i wasn’t the biggest lana del ray fan until i wrote this dskfkfdjgd her music is SO GOOD!!

also: i was gonna do all 5 but then it got p long and didn’t want to put all 5 on one post... if u want the other 2 just go ahead n request it b! ^^ --mod touko

guzma // other woman // he says he loves me, i don’t believe him.

   your alarm buzzes on cue, at 9 o’clock a.m., as it does everyday, alerting you that you would have to get up to take care of whatever business you had waiting for you that day. the life of a pokemon master was unpredictable, to say the least.

   your one constant, however, seemed to be the coldness on his side of the bed.

   you sigh, feet hitting the cold, wooden floor, as you make your way to the kitchen to see if he had left yet. the front door creaks open just as you round the corner, and despite your dry throat you manage a hoarse: “wait.”

   the door is three-fourths of the way shut, but he stops, looking back at your groggy expression. you were so cute when you were sleepy, usually he would tease you for that but today was different. he clears his throat, “what’s up?” 

   “where are you going?” you run a hand through your hair, disheveled from sleep. the open door brings a draft, which makes you realize how little you were wearing -- nothing but an oversized t-shirt and underwear. you pull at the hem of your shirt, self-unconscious. since when were you insecure around him? “and why so early?” guzma isn’t a morning person.

   “oh, uh, out?” he shifts his eyes to the floor like a child caught doing something they shouldn’t, which is exactly what he looked like now. both of his hands rest on the door, awkwardly gripping it. you don’t have the strength to fight him anymore. you had pried and pried until your throat was sore and your head was pounding. he still gave you nothing. “i’ll be back later.”

   you knew what later meant, in the middle on the night smelling like someone else. he would kiss your forehead and tell you he loved you, before falling asleep. you don’t believe him anymore.

   “sure, okay.” you notice his ring isn’t on his finger, and oddly enough, you don’t care. you might have months ago, but you’re over it by now. he’s a stranger in your own home.

   so why do you break down when he closes the door?

frederick // pawn shop blues // no man can keep me together, been broken since i was born.

   “i’m sorry but i can’t--” you bite your lip, looking anywhere but frederick’s heartbroken expression. you had never seen so much joy on his face when he had asked you to marry him, it had been just moments earlier, but the mood had shifted so violently it seemed like eons ago. 

   “but why?” never one to wear his heart on his sleeve, he tries to push his uncaring facade to the surface, but it was too painful to do so. all he wanted to do was understand your reasoning, to see what he could fix to change your mind. “is this some sort of misunderstanding? i thought you felt the same?” you scratch at your glove anxiously, the one that hid the dastard mark of the fell dragon. you knew what you would have to do someday, you swore to yourself that you wouldn’t leave any hollow people behind you. it wasn’t until frederick’s proposal that you realize you had flown too close to the sun. he had fallen for you, but his love wouldn’t be strong enough to change the fact that one way or another, you would have to die to stop grima. 

   never one to be selfish, you certainly weren’t going to start today. frederick is selfless, and he deserves better than a couple months of happiness and then years of grief afterwards. better to break his heart now while the feelings were still fresh than after they had settled and had a chance to grow. he deserved a happy ending, one far away from you. all you could give him was heartbreak. 

   “i’m broken, fred, and broken people like me can’t be fixed.”   

xander // summertime sadness // think i’ll miss you forever, like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky.

   he was crowned a king. 

   xander would do anything to protect nohr. it was his motherland, and despite all the atrocities his home land committed, it was still his home. and one day when his father had passed the gold would grace his head.

   xander was always fond of you. despite knowing of your true blood, he had took you under his wing and cared for you like a sibling, treated you like a friend, and then something more even he had a hard time pinpointing. you were the light of his life, the one brightness in the gloomy country of nohr -- a flower grown out of the weeds.

   so when you chose to side with hoshido, his life suddenly didn’t make sense. how could you choose people who you hardly knewover those who raised you? despite no blood relation, nohr was your true family, and you had trampled on the rose of kindness they had given you. suddenly, the bond you shared with xander was all for naught. you had betrayed him, and for that he could never forgive you.

   you were crowned a martyr.

   you were ready to give your life for the sake of peace if need be, you just didn’t think it would be at the hands of the man you loved the most, the one you tried to save from his own wicked father. elise stands, watching in horror as you bleed out in his arms. her cries echo horrifyingly off the walls of the empty hallway near the throne room. looking around, you see the purple, gold, and black decorations adorning the walls, you had always hated how dismal everything looked. it matched the attitudes of the royals in the palace quite well; pessimistic, vain, disloyal.

   what a horrible place to die. at least it was in xander’s arms, your one pillar of strength when the world around you seemed too melancholy to bear.

   “please, xander,” you choke, blood running down your chin. your vision becomes spotty, and your head pulses with pain. it would be so much easier to die, but you were always stubborn, you had to let your last words change him. “please, lead nohr in the right direction... garon is no good for this country.” tears trickle down his face, and it’s then you realize you had never seen xander cry. it brings a smile to your face. “but you, you can do it. bring peace to this world.” despite being so resolute when he pierced you through with siegfried, now he wonders if he did the right thing. was nohr truly worth your life? the answer was so clear minutes ago, but now--

   “no, i... i can’t do it without you, please stay with me.” you blink slowly, getting a good look at his features, knowing you can’t hang on for much longer. “i’m sorry i thought this would be--” if you were gone he could never be whole again, he would miss you forever. 

   “you’ll be okay, i know you can be.” xander falters, leaning his forehead against yours. “bring peace, okay? if for no one else, for me.” and with a last exhale, (and a pained smile) you give up the ghost. xander is trembling, sobbing freely. he didn’t think it would hurt this much, losing you. the strong feelings for you he had felt when you left he thought to be hatred. nothing was further from the truth. 

   he had loved you.

[des-seras]

Older! Damian Wayne x Male Reader (Ugh Romates) Part 12

Sorry for it being short and that it feels some what rushed.

About an hour has passed and right now you were making your way downstairs. Because Michael sent you text saying that lunch was almost done. You started checking your social media, since you guys weren't allowed to do so on the table during meals. Which was a good idea; it forced your family to talk and bond with each other for a bit. But just as you finished descending from the stairs you heard a knock.

Weird. If I remember correctly none of us had a guest coming over. Unless dad had another business partner arriving late or something. You thought while walking to the door. Upon opening the door you see another familiar face. "Tim?" You asked slightly surprised.

"[Name]? What are you doing here?" Tim responded in a similar tone. You both shake hands.

"Well this is my house well my uh dad's but uh yeah. I live here.”You awkwardly stuttered in response “So what about you?"

"Oh! Yeah Bruce called me over. I have no idea why though, probably something work related." Tim said bashfully while rubbing the back of his neck

"So you work with your dad?" You asked with a small smirk and a quirked brow.

"Yeah sorta."

"You poor soul." You said a bit dramatically, while putting a hand on his shoulder and slowly allowing him to enter the house. Tim chuckled at your statement and headed inside.

"Yeah. It doesn't help either when your younger brother is constantly butting in and pissing you off." Tim sighed remembering those "lovely" moments at Wayne Enterprises.  

"Trust me I know the feeling." You said putting your hands in your pockets.  

Both of you talked for a bit while looking for your parents. You walked and looked a bit more trying to find them, but to no avail. So you decided that Tim should text Bruce hoping that he would tell you guys their location. Thankfully he did. Since your Father forgets what a cellphone is for. They were aparently in the backyard in one of the small gardens. Now you just had to figure out which garden.

Miraculously they were in the first small garden. It was filled with red, white, yellow and orange flowers, a white pebbled path lead you to a round white table in the middle in the middle of the garden. Where you father and his companions were sitting. The garden looked so spectacular that it gave you a feeling that it was something straight out of fantasy book. You waited until your father was done speaking so that Tim could join them without causing an interruption. As if on cue your father signalled you to come in. You enter with Tim right behind you. Once you arrive to the table you inform your father that lunch should be ready soon and waited until Tim sat down.  After saying your "see ya laters" you decided to leave so they could continue thier business. You only hoped that lunch was ready, because you were quite hungry.

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Older Damian x Male Reader Prt 10 Ugh Roomates

Now that Batman and Robin left you sat own at edge of the building thinking. Thinking about how weird it was that Batman and didn’t actually fight, that your roomate was an ass, that you didn’t have your own friends, that you were poor, or that you didn’t have a job, especially for the fact that you felt that you were an inconvenience for those around you. Maybe it was the fact that you were a twenty year old man that hasn’t accomplished anything with your life. Other things came to mind making you feel worse. You didn’t know what to do; except suppress and forget, suppress and forget. Which you did. You waited a couple of minutes and headed home.

You just wished to have someone to truly confide on with out a care. Someone that wouldn’t judge you, someone that would just make you feel safe. But quickly dismissed the idea thinking that no one would truly want to be by your side. After a while you finally arrived home. You take of your uniform, hid it and went to bed not really caring about anything at the moment.

The sun slowly rose signalling that daytime was coming. Small foot steps and giggles resonate through out the halls of the mansion. A door suddenly being open with extreme care and padded footsteps whisper through the room. A figure sleeps in a bed while another watched, eyes filled with wonder and curiosity. Small waves are created on the bed, a breaths being drawn, steady breathing, soft patting noises being made, concluded with a soft: “Uncle [N/Name].” A soft moan follows. “Uncle wake up. Please?” Silence. The voice puffs it’s cheeks and crosses it’s arms. The body stirs but continues to be silent. “Uncle.” The voice said firmly, puffing it’s cheeks a bit more. The body raises a brow followed by a smirk. It stirs yet again, but it makes the voice it’s victim. A squeal is heard in the quiet room. The body and the voice laugh, both hugging each other. “You know I heard you the first time, right?” You asked your niece causing her to give you a look. “But you didn’t wake up mister.” Your niece pouted making you smile a bit. “I always do you know that.” You said moving her hair from her face. “No matter how tired I am.” “I know.” She answered looking down. Her eyes suddenly widen and her head perks up. You stare waiting for her to speak. “Oh. Oh. Alastair made French toast today.” She announced her body filled with excitement . Your eyes widen and your smile grew. “What?! No way!! Why didn’t say so sooner Sabrina!” You exclaimed with joy making your niece bounce you joy. You both get out of bed and run towards the kitchen. Well actually your niece ran while you speed walked to the kitchen. Once you two arrived at the door, you picked up your niece and opened the door. You walk to the breakfast table set your niece down and head to the stove where Alastair was. “Morning.” Alastair said flipping a toast. “Morning.” You chimed grabbing a cup and filing it with water. “Rough night?” He asked. “No. Why?” You said taking a sip leaning on the counter backwards. “Because you seem upset [Name].” He said looking at you, eyes filled with concern. It always surprised that he always knew when something was wrong, especially with you.  As much as you wanted to answer him you couldn’t. You were so use to keeping it all in that you didn’t how to let it out. All you could do was stare at your cup and sigh. Alastair stared at you hopping that he could get something from you anything would suffice, but nothing happened making him sigh as well. “So hows college so far?” He asked trying to lighten the mood. “The usual shit ton of work, having no idea what I’m doing with my life, ectera.” This made Alastair quirk a brow and a smile appear. He turned off the stove and walked over to the sink to lean on it. “Ok so how are you adjusting to your new University?” “It’s fine, very quiet, freaking huge, everything is far away, still trying to figure out where everything is though, but it’s a really nice place.”  You replied still looking at your cup. Alastair stares at you feeling a bit better now knowing what was bothering you. He was going to pick up some plates from the cabinet but stop when you subconsciously got the plates for him. You set them up and he added the toast, then you went the fridge got juice, you out it on the table, got the plates with the cutlery necessary and put on the table. Alastair was going to grab the syrup so he can put it on the table but beat him to with a nope. He sent you a small glare and stated to do the dishes. “Alastair what are you doing?” You asked from the table. But before he could answer you say: “You better not be doing the dishes.” “[Name] I swear that for the love of-” He started to say with a bit of exasperation in his voice “I’ll do ‘em. Relax and take a break man.” You some what ordered. Alastair sighed knowing that your stubborn ass wont let him do anything else. He just wished you could let him do his job whenever you come over. He is very grateful tough and he adores how considerate you are, but it’s his job to take care of you and your brothers. He thought while he leaned on the kitchen island watching you and your niece eat your breakfast and bond, hoping you’d get distracted enough  so he can do the dishes.

[des-seras]

Older Damian x Male Reader Prt 7 Ugh Romates

Sorry for another super short chapter

Seconds pass before everybody is fully relaxed both your brother and the man lower and put their guns away, start laughing and pull each other into a hug. After that Mason waves at everyone else, he looks at you with the corner of his eye and nudges you to come over which you do, then wraps around you and pulls you close.

“Guess what I bought!” Your brother yells making you flinch a bit and the guys stare. After another moment of silence they take off their masks or bandanas and exclaim: “[Name]!”

“Guys!” You yelled back realizing who were they. They go push your brother away and give you hugs, pats and nuggies. You are pushed to a chair and forced to sit on it, then you are bombarded with questions like: How are you?, How’s school?, Everything OK?, Any lovers? and such. Mason just watched with amusement both at their reaction towards your arrival and seeing how much you’ve grown over these couple of years. For him it was hard to believe that this is who you really are. He remembered the day that you first met each other. It was in a Burger King, about three in the morning, if his memory served him right. You were at the register and the place looked like a ghost town. He made his way to the register and actually saw you, he thought you were cute. Though you looked exhausted and very weak, then again it was three in the morning and a fast food. He ordered and proceeded to make small talk with you while he waited for his order. After that he sat down ate continued to do some research on a case. About an hour passed and he heard a door open and close followed by good byes. His eyes move from his work to the source of commotion only to see taking of your hat and shirt this truly caught his interest. But only to end up feeling disappointed when he saw you had another shirt under. You looked around the restaurant and saw him. After that he old you to sit with him and you talked about everything and anything. Mason started to feel a connection with during your conversation; hell he offered to offered to drive you home since you didn’t have a car. And he himself didn’t know why. Then he found coming over for most of your shifts. By the time he noticed what was going on he already knew everyone there including the managers.

One night he waited for to finish your shift so he could drive you home, but you fell asleep in his car and he had an emergency. It was weird having to work and hoping that they didn’t find you in his car or you dying of asphyxiation. His men found it funny though. Having him freaking out over his “lover” not getting killed and such, but after a while they offered to take you their place so he could calm down. The next day he spent it with trying to make it up to you, because you thought he kidnapped you. During a conversation you both were having. You told told him that you never met your father which he found funny because neither did he, so he decide to help find him while he looked for his own. You were skeptical at first and it took a lot of convincing just like the first time he offered you a ride, but you reluctantly agreed.

Skip into a couple of weeks filled with mental and emotional breakdowns, sleepless nights, couple of arguments, followed by the fact that you were practically dying by starvation and you didn’t tell him about it; you quit. More like he forced you by writing the resignation letter, driving you to your job, and telling to give it to the manager in charge of the shift. He had to make you quit. He just couldn’t bare see you get treated they way they did. Not to mention the inhumane living conditions that were forced to live in, courtesy of a crappy pay check. Anyway after that you started living with and met Michael, then Kaliel and finally your father. Aron came a couple of years later but that is another story.

Mason has done a lot of things in his which equals a lot of regrets. But the only thing he doesn’t regret is meeting you and of the good things that have and will come with it. He though looking at you with a smile.