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Btw you literally make me grin. You’re truly funny and I just go on you blog and it makes my day better. Like the kind of smile you can’t smother and it just lasts for ages so thank you for every meme and joke and headcannon. They are so perfect

oh god you’re really putting a load on me here okay so good dad bruce wayne and overall good batfam stuff,,, also thanks so much! im really glad you like this stuff

Safe And Sound - watchingthestars13

this one is just,,, the cutest and i have read it like 20 times so far and it never fails to disappoint. it’s a 5+1 with times his kids called him dad and once he called himself dad. it has a hint of superbat, but that’s not the focus of the story.

Latchkey - goldkirk

okay this was one of the first tim drake centric works i read and it is the shit. (it also got me permanently imprinting on the first stupid nerd i saw) it’s about tim befriending jason and getting sucked into their family, while he’s trying not to get them to know he knows about their secret identities

Excelsior - jerseydevious

when i tell you you should read this im not kidding, it is one of my favourite batfam works and it’s just *chefs kiss* it’s incredibly well written and the characterisations are just beautiful and i love it so much. it’s about bruce buying damian a horse,,,, and then it all spirals from there.

Hummingbirds Under His Skin - jerseydevious

this,,, i just- dang this is a really good fic and i love it so very much. no explanation needed. bruce and dick have a little chit chat about being bisexual.

In For a Penny - cdelphiki

have you ever thought about how bruce must’ve been like 25 when damian was born? no? how damian was born when dick already lived with bruce? no? now have you ever thought about damian arriving at the manor as a baby? well now you do. it is,,, so cute and so angst, but so cute.

birds fly in every direction - distracted_dragon

is it obvious that i love tim drake yet? this is long, like 180.000-ish words but it is chockfull of shenanigans and angst and i love it so much. omg shit i just remembered @batfam-chaos is the author of this. i literally followed them bc of the fic and then i forgot they were the author omg. okay it’s about tim!! being very smart and researching vigilantes and then him befriending jason!

Emergency Contact - lurkinglurkerwholurks

if it’s not obvious i love tim yet,,,, ill eat my fucking hat. this is just a short cute fic about dad! bruce freaking the fuck out.

Disaster Zone - engmaresh

this is just hella cute and ridiculously fun. about bruce’s bathroom being terrorised by his kids, lots of big family shenanigans.

Pot, Meet Kettle - borntobemild

*screaming* i love stephanie brown!!!!!! (and tim drake) and stephanie brown and tim drake besties dynamic!!! it’s about tim and steph being bffs with shitty dads :( but i love it,,, read it now.

My own batfam works 

in honor of rebelcaptainsmutweekend

“Here, I brought you some caff.”

He heard her come in, heard her shutting the door and speaking to Kay, but he can’t stop his work, can’t look up from his datapad. He doesn’t know why it matters so much - at his age, with his experience, he should have been promoted years ago - but until now, Cassian had never thought he would live long enough to make it to Major.

But now, with his leg like it is, and how Draven has started to involve him in more decisions…

A test. He has to take a test. A test that requires studying, and honestly, he knows practical application, but another thing… he wants to have a career after this war is over. An actual career, with real pay, and assignments… 

One step at a time - first, he survives studying for this test. Then, he survives the test itself, and from there, he gets promoted, he works with Draven, and then… well, the rest of his future is still a little up in the air, including his future with the woman that just brought him caff.

“Thanks,” he says, and he turns his head towards her, pressing his lips to her cheek. It comes out of nowhere, just a random idea, that he needs to say thank you, needs to look at her when he says it, and when his gaze had shifted, her cheek had been right there.

She takes it, and says nothing… just leaves the caff in it’s spot.

…

He thinks about that kiss. Thinks about it for the rest of the day. The datapad is abandoned, but he can’t stop thinking about how he just did it, how she hadn’t pulled away, hadn’t stopped him. He wonders if she was okay with it, if she had liked it, if she would let him…

He kissed her on the cheek. And now, he’s overthinking it.

…

“I brought you caff.”

His test is the next day, so he has to keep studying, but here she is, with caff. He doesn’t look up from his datapad, just watches as it’s set in front of him, and she seems to pause for a moment, and then pull away. He swallows, because he has to wonder…

Was she hoping for another kiss? Was she pausing in hopes he would kiss her again.

“You’re a lifesaver,” he chokes out, and he doesn’t look up, just tries to keep reading.

“Yeah, well, someone needs to keep you functioning,” she says, and he wants to look at her… but doesn’t.

“Do you want to grab lunch together?” he asks, and his eyes are still on the pad, trying to cram the rest of the knowledge. “I’ll need a break from looking at the screen…”

He can’t believe he just validated it, but he feels a hand on his shoulder, and it squeezes lightly. “I’ll pack something for us, and we can get out of doors, see some green.”

He doesn’t look at her when she leaves, but he wants to. Force, he wants to.

…

“Still at it?”

Their lunch had been rained out, and then she had been called to help out after a shipment of supplies had come in, so Cassian had simply been given the food with an apology. It’s late, now, really late, and he’s trying to cram the last of his thoughts in.

“Yeah, I can’t… I just want to finish this last bit.”

He knows he can’t possibly fit any more knowledge into his head, but he can’t give up. If he fails this test... well, he’ll probably still get promoted, actually. He’s the most capable man in Intelligence by far, and deserved the promotion. It would just somehow feel less.

“You have to sleep,” she says, and yet instead, she puts a cup of caff in front of him.

He doesn’t think about it, just turns his head, presses his lips to her cheek, and then turns away.

She’s still there, though, still bent over, and he turns, turns to look at her, to maybe kiss her again-

She kisses him back. Kisses him softly, then pulls away.

“Go to bed,” she says, and he’s still sitting there in shock when the door closes behind her.

...

After he finishes his test, and passes, he kisses her again.

It isn’t on the cheek.

I am so sorry this took so long! Also I haven’t written in so long so I hope this isn’t too rusty.

Rated: Explicit (this prompt begged for smut I’m afraid)

Jyn couldn’t sleep, and after deciding tossing and turning in her tiny bunk wasn’t helping anything, she changed into workout clothes and made her way to the training room. The base was quiet at this time of night, and she made her way through the dark halls with quiet footfalls. When she reached the training room she saw through the window that it wasn’t empty.

I saved your other one and I’m using “My horoscope says no” for today’s NaNo prompt. I took Felicity Jones’ and Diego Luna’s birthdays for their star signs because why the heck not?

Mosylu I am confused!

Capricorn Rising

They could hear the guy trying to charm the bartender from all the way down the bar. Nothing new or disgusting, just a string of tired lines about how she was too pretty to be working in a place like this, how if she’d just take off with him mid-shift, he would treat her like a princess.

“My horoscope says no,” she told him.

“Oh, honey, I can change your horoscope.”

Cassian raised his voice. “Hi there. Can we get some drinks down here?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” she said, turning her back on her would-be suitor. “What’ll it be, gents?”

Cassian dropped his voice. “Just a distraction. Looked like he needed some help understanding that no.”

Her face softened. “Yeah, I was about to help him with the baseball bat we keep under the counter. Thanks.”

Kay was perusing the bartender in the way that meant he was about to be his most Kayish. She cocked an eyebrow at him. “You know what you want?”

“A Coca-Cola,” he said definitively. “Please start a tab.” He handed her his credit card.

She swiped it. “Designated driver?”

“I do not imbibe alcohol as a rule. So in that sense, yes, I am the perennial designated driver.”

“Good enough for me,” she said. “DD’s get all their drinks half off at Saw Gerrera’s.”

“Thank you for telling me,” Kay said very seriously, and with no segue whatsoever, added, “Astrology is illogical.”

Cassian did his best to focus on it, and not on the woman in his arms, as they practiced their dance steps together in his quarters.  

Because as they swayed together to the tinny music, Jyn was in already her costume for the night – a low-cut velvet red dress that clung to her body in places he’d never seen her clothing cling before; and if he stopped focusing on the music, and on the steps they needed to get just right to convince the Imperial guards at this ball that they were who their scandocs said they were, he was going to lose it.

Jyn, of course, picked up on his distractibility immediately, and tugged on his collar to get his attention.  “Hey,” she said irritably.  “Am I doing these steps right?”

@headinfantasy said “Hi! So your stuff is really good! I was wondering if you could do one where they are just enjoying a Saturday afternoon together. those to are never happy enough. I hope you are having a nice weekend! and thank you for offering to do prompts”

First of all, I swear, I’m constantly blushing from all you amazing people. You all are too nice to me. 

Second of all, I decided to throw this prompt into the modern universe, since I’m not sure what kind of Saturday afternoons Jyn and Cassian would get to spend together fighting the Empire. (I also decided to throw my favorite book, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, into the mix, because I picture Jyn would also enjoy the book.)

AO3

 In the two years since Cassian Andor had married the love of his life, he had learned to expect the unexpected. Jyn had been known to make concert tickets for that evening appear on the kitchen counter, or a brand-new car in the garage. Sometimes the melodic notes of opera greeted him as he walked through the door after work; other times it was the heavy smell of Indian spices cooking in the kitchen.

Which is probably why finding Jyn curled into a small ball in a patch of sunshine in the middle of the kitchen’s linoleum floor seemed fairly tame to Cassian. Jyn gave a sleepy smile and half a wave, her eyes still closed, as he entered the room.

“Comfortable?” Cassian teased as he sits down next to her.

“Absolutely,” Jyn smiled. “You know I can never resist sunshine.”

“Sometimes,” Cassian said, gently running his hand over her hair, “I think you’re part cat.”

“You mean that I, over all, despise human being with a vengeance, yet also crave desperate amount of attention, am prove to being extremely picky, and climbing trees is one of my favorite things to do?”

It spoke to their relationship that Cassian knew all of these things – even the absurdity of a grown woman enjoying climbing trees – to be true.

“Don’t forget how you don’t like water, you love ribbons, and that you’re very, very curious.” Cassian pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Which is why I bet you’ll get off the floor to see what I brought home for you.”

Curiosity piqued, Jyn sat up on her elbows, squinting slightly in the sunlight. She glanced at Cassian and then back at his worn leather messenger bag. “Cassian,” she whined, her eyes still on the bag leaning against the table, about ten feet away. “It’s so far.”

Cassian smirked, certain Jyn’s curiosity would win over her comfort. Jyn stared at him, as if she expects him to cave and retrieve the bag for her – which, to be fair, is something he often would do – and Cassian laid back into the same spot of sunshine Jyn had been soaking up, hands behind his head. Jyn waited a few more moments before scoffing and getting up.

(Cassian tried – and mostly failed – to hide his satisfied grin.)

He kept his face neutral as he listens to Jyn shuffling through his bag to pull out a wrapped package. She plopped down next to him on the floor, turning the gift over in her hands, as if examining the crisp green wrapping paper will reveal what exactly is inside.

“It feels heavy,” Jyn observed, “Like a book.”

Again, Cassian struggled to keep his face neutral. “Why don’t you open it and find out?”

At his permission, Jyn pulled at the gold ribbon and tears into the paper. Cassian couldn’t help the smile that breaks out on his face as Jyn gasped slightly at the package’s contents.

“A Tree Grows in Brooklyn,” Jyn breathed. “This is my favorite.”

“Which is why it’s such a shame that you lost your copy.”

Years ago, on their first date, he and Jyn had been exchanging basic get-to-know-you questions, favorite food and favorite movie and favorite book. Jyn had explained, with a sort of wistful smile on her face, about A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, a book her father had gotten her for her sixteenth birthday. She lost her copy somewhere between moving to college and then away after graduation, and even though she had never replaced her copy, Francie Nolan’s story had stayed with her.

Combined with Jyn’s love of antiques, when Cassian saw a copy sitting in the window of a second-hand bookstore, he knew he needed to bring it home to her. The book was gorgeous: the edges were painted in gold, the title embossed on the hardcover in the same color.

Jyn lightly flipped through the pages, as if ensuring the story she knew was still there. After a moment of staring at the cover, she smiled at Cassian. “Thank you. I love it.”

Then she tugged on his hand, pulling him up. “Come on, I’ll read it to you.”

At Jyn’s urging, Cassian settled into the couch, arms securely holding Jyn, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“’Serene was a word you could put to Brooklyn, New York. Especially in the summer of 1912…’”

Aww thank you my dear! And thank you for sending one in! It’s my pleasure :-) I went with 22, hope it’s ok...

22. One of them is doing something not explicitly sexual (biting their lip subconsciously, working out) and it unintentionally turns on the other

The briefing was over, but Draven had asked Cassian to stay behind for words only his ears could hear. Jyn had raised an eyebrow, but Cassian gave her a reassuring smile, and told her to wait for him, it shouldn’t take long.

So she she sat in a chair behind a console, as they spoke in hushed tones near the door. Having nothing else to do, she watched them.

It was a mistake.