#queenoftodd headcanons

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Summary: Reader is a new addition to the Titans and is wondering why she’s the only one that has private training sessions with Dick.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Female!Reader

Warning(s): Curse Words

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You were new to the Titans after helping them take down Trigon, your abilities of premonition and clairvoyance allowing  you to be able to find them and tell Rachel exactly how she took down her dad.

They were in awe of you, but none more exceptionally than Dick. 

He was determined to take you back to the tower and train you along with the others.

You were only a few years younger than him, but he felt that the team would greatly benefit with you there.

At least that was what he kept saying when your smile left him breathless. When your laughter filled the room and helped him forget, for a moment, all the worries of that day.

That was why he had to train you in private, of course.

You had only a basic understanding of combat, and he wanted you to be prepared.

Which is why you had to wake up at the brink of dawn to train solely with him while the other Titans slept. 

You didn’t think much of it until the topic graced your conversation with Rachel and Gar.

“When are your trainings scheduled? Mine are always so early.” You had yawned, graciously taking the latte that Rachel had picked up from the cafe with Dick.

“What is she talking about?” Jason asked, heading to the fridge behind the island. “We all train together.”

“Wait--”

“Yeah we have sparring at the same time each day.” Rachel shrugged taking a bit out of her blueberry muffin. 

“Everything okay, Y/N/N?” Gar asked, he grew concerned at the confusion in your tone and the unsure look on your face. 

“Yeah, fine. Must’ve been a dream, then.” You shrugged, the hot contents on your latte burning the tip of your tongue.

You were determined to get to the bottom of it. 

So now you were sparring with Dick in the training room.

He was teaching you to wield a bo staff, his signature weapon. 

Dick was highly skilled in combat, and currently the only thing preventing you from already being flat on your face was your powers of premonition, able to block his moves. 

When he realized you were using your powers, he made you wear metahuman cuffs so that you would fully train yourself.

Now two months later, and you were not even halfway to kicking his ass.

However, your lack of control tipped him off that you were distracted.

“Everything okay?” He asked, your bo staffs clanging together as you blocked his hits. 

It became rhythmic in the way you two stepped around each other, almost choreographed.

“I’m fine.” You huffed, whacking his staff, but he blocked you once more. It was becoming frustrating. 

He noted the anger in your tone, how you haven’t been speaking, or smiling since you walked in. 

You were upset with him.

“Why am I the only one here, Dick?”

“Y/N, I can explain.” He sighed, knowing exactly what you were referring to. “You need the more concentrated training.”

“Bullshit, and the kids you’re training don’t?”

You charged at him, the staffs banging off of one another as he held a more defensive stance. You attempted a leg sweep, but he blocked you with the bow staff, hitting you in the back of the knee to knock you down. 

“Just admit why you’re really doing this!” You huffed, catching him by surprise as you jab him in the stomach to stand back on your feet. 

He’s taken aback, but not fully off balance as he switches to a more offensive position, you block him, your eyebrows creasing your forehead lines, yep you were still angry.

You went for another whack, before the staff spun out of your hands, Dick whacking it the floor. His legs locking you in place from behind as he pressed himself against you. 

He gripped the staff tightly against your neck, your breath hitching in your throat. 

“I’m just trying to teach you.”

You turned your cheek to him, his hot breath fanning your neck.

Your y/e/c eyes meet his, locking him in. “So, teach me.” The breathiness in your voice softening it, but he could still hear you. Smiling as his lips crashed to yours. You heard his staff hit the mats as he embraced you, hand flying to your exposed waist. Your hearts fluttering as if they had been touched by the sun. 

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Summary: You seek out Derek to train you.

Pairing: Derek Hale x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warning(s): None

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Derek wouldn’t want to train you at first

He didn’t want to hurt you

He would play it off as you not being skilled enough

This pissed you off, of course

You even went to complain to Allison about it

“He thinks that I’m this fragile thing, so what if I’m human? I can still kick his ass!”

To be fair, you wanted him to train you to better defend yourself, but Allison had to admit: you were scrappy. 

“Why don’t you just have Scott train you?”

“He already said no.”

This wasn’t true, you had thought about asking Scott, but better self defense wasn’t the only reason you wanted to train alongside Derek.

“Please, they don’t want to get inside Scott’s pants.” Lydia had quipped,overhearing your conversation.

“He just doesn’t want you to get hurt, Y/N.”

This was also apart of your plot to get Derek Hale to fall in love with you.

Or in Lydia’s words, be absolutely railed by him.

So here you were, banging on the loft door at five in the morning.

He was half-naked answering the door, a groggy look to support his sourwolf glare.

His eyes immediately softened at the sight of you

“Y/N, it’s late--”

You didn’t really give him a response when you drop kicked him in the stomach. 

He fell back, eyes widening.

“What the hell, Y/N?”

“Come on, fight back!”

“I’m not fighting you!”

He was persistent in his defense, only blocking your hits as you utilized what skills you did have.

You tried a spinning kick on him, but he saw it coming, grabbing you by your thigh, this caused you to pause.

Your y/e/c eyes locking with his green ones. 

Derek made the mistake of thinking that you would stop now, but when his grip on your leg loosened, you went in for a leg sweep. 

Climbing ontop of him to straddle his waist, you smirked

“You’re holding back, it’s pissing me off.” You whisper into his ear as you pin him down. 

You couldn’t read the expression on his face.

“You don’t take no for an answer, do you?” He smirked, flipping himself ontop of you.

He had even wolfed out, roaring in your face as he pinned you down. (see GIF above)

You have to admit that your heartbeat picked up in surprise, but you weren’t scared.

You had seen all of the packs wolf forms, and had your fair share of encounters with unfriendly werewolves.

“Why are you chasing this? You’ll get yourself killed!” He was angry, and yet he could not understand why you were smiling.

“You’re worried about me.” You laughed, your bright smile melting Derek’s face back to its human form. 

He had now become very much aware of him straddling your waist, pinning you down by your wrists, and a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“I don’t worry about anyone else the way I worry about you.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans down to you. 

You both study one another, and it’s as if he’s asking permission when his eyes lock with yours, your heart beating so fast it might make his ears bleed.

“Kiss me.” Your voice was fragile, but sure.

And he did, his lips crashing to yours in a warm envelope of desire.

The kiss sent a swarm of butterflies into his stomach, his heart boasting full.

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Warning(s): Curse words

Note: Just some platonic Batfam bonding. If you would like to be added to my taglist please message me!

It would be everyone for themselves

And they would have to do it on a night that Bruce was away.

Not on patrol in Gotham--NO

Like trying to stop another apocalypse with the Justice League.

And instead of helping him and the league out the batfam was deeply engulfed in a strategic and black-ops level paintball game in the manor.

Where's Alfred? Watching everything from the batcave, because he's the referee and has plenty of snacks and refreshments for those that get out.

"No Mistress Cassandra, you can't aim for the head."

It took awhile to determine a prize until they realized that bragging rights with their egos was a prize enough.

Alfred wasn't helping to deescalate their scheme much either. He had helped to transform the manor into a woodsy theme and the boys all had to use the nightvision in their respective helmets and masks.

He did advise them not to wear their suits in case of patrol, which was responsible

Naturally, Dick was the first one out. He thoughts Babs and him had formed an alliance, but like previously mentioned:

"EVERYONE FOR THEMSELVES, SORRY!"

Babs was actually doing amazing considering that she was in a wheelchair and had to make herself vulnerable for a bit just to get around.

To be fair she did guilt Tim into not shooting her.

"Come on, Tim, you wouldn't shoot a girl in a wheelchair would you?"

So Damian popped out of his hiding spot in the vents and shot her right in the leg.

Tim wasn't able to retaliate, so instead he avoided the vents and went back to the hunt.

And he was jittery from all the caffeine he drank before this, so his aim was off.

Dick was mad at Babs at first, and Jason laughed at him as he made his way to the batcave, running to hide when Dick gave away his position.

"JASON'S IN THE DINING ROOM!"

"MOTHERFUCKER!"

Considering that guns are now a staple with the Red Hood, you'd think that Jason would win this game

But he was too busy laughing at Dick getting out first that he didn't hear Cass sneak up and shoot him in the back of the knee.

"WHAT THE FU-"

She was gone before Jason even finished his curse word.

Dick opened the door to the batcave smirking at Jason.

"Bat caught your tongue?"

"Fuck off."

Soon enough it was down to Damian, Cass, and Tim.

Stephanie had been taken out by Cass early on, and Duke was taken out by Tim.

The losers gathered around Alfred with the popcorn, soda, and alcohol that he had laid out for them.

Bets were being placed on the remaining candidates.

Despite avoiding the vents, Damian had changed his strategy and had shot Tim from ontop the banister near the foyer.

"Nice try Drake. I have proven to be the superior."

"Whatever Damian."

"It's only natural, considering I'm the--"

And that's when Cass fell from the chandelier, shooting Damian in the stomach mid way.

"BET ON CASS, BITCHES!" Stephanie screamed.

She shared her winnings with Cass of course.

Cass beamed at Damian proudly and he stomped away angrily towards the batcave.

The rest of them swarmed out of the batcave, embracing Cass, Jason hoisting her onto his shoulders when the door opens.

All of them, deer caught in headlights. Covered in paint, along with most of the house, or more currently the foyer.

"What the hell did you do?"

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Summary: Obi-Wan confesses his feelings for you.

Pairing: Obi-Wan x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warning(s): None, just some fluff.

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Obi-Wan didn’t know how to go about asking you out at first

He had never done it before, and he also didn’t know what you would say

He couldn’t ask for advice, per say, considering it went against the Jedi code.

He also didn’t count on Anakin overhearing him practice in his quarters.

“Your grace--no Y/N, would you do me the honor? No not honor, pleasure? That’s a bit too forward--”

“Master? Their expecting us at the temple.” Anakin couldn’t hide the smirk on his face at what he had just heard. 

“Yes, be right there, Anakin!”

Anakin did not waste a second to inform Padmé of Obi-Wan’s feelings.

It was the biggest gossip between them to date, Obi-Wan was in love with someone.

Now who would that be? You of course.

And you were blissfully unaware.

You were under the impression that Obi-Wan was a strictly by the book Jedi.

You were also unaware of how much of a casanova Obi-Wan was, especially in his padawan days. 

Padmé had tried to keep it from you, until she had blurted it out one day.

You were her senatorial advisor and close friend from growing up in Naboo, meeting Obi-Wan when he was still Qui-Gon’s padawan during the invasion.

Now here you were completely in shock by what Padmé had spilled.

“Oh forgive me, Y/N.” She pleaded. “I just could not contain my excitement.”

“Pad, how do you even know this is true? He’s the most loyal jedi I know.” You scoffed at her. 

It couldn’t be true...could it?

Obi-Wan Freaking Kenobi had (at least some) feelings for you?

“You just have to trust me, and my reliable sources.” She was giddy, something hidden behind your eyes that you couldn’t quite place. 

How would it even work, if it were true?

Padmé left you alone to think as she went down to the senate chambers with Jar Jar and Senator Organa.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock at your door. 

You dusted off your robes as you answered the door, smiling at the Jedi Master on the other side. 

“Obi-Wan, what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?”

“Hello, your grace. May I speak with you for a minute?”

“Of course, General, please come in.”

He seemed like his thoughts were running a mile a minute, his eyes flitting around the sitting room, as he stroked his beard thoughtfully.

“I have been debating how to approach this subject. How to present it to you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together, concern evident in your expression as you go to sit by him on the couch. 

“Is everything alright?”

“Well, I won’t truly know yet.”

“How’s that?”

He took your hand in his, the calluses on his hand evident from his time as a Jedi. The strength, but wear that his lightsaber caused.

“No matter how this turns out, I will continue to have the utmost respect for you, but I beg of you, to keep what is said between us.”

“Undoubtedly.” You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Obi-Wan please tell me what’s wrong. You’re scaring me.”

“Y/N, I am here for you...always.”

“And I you, unconditionally.”

You and him had bonded beyond your original comprehension over the years you had known him.

Next to Padmé, he was your closest friend.

You realized that this was not a typical moment of confiding between you.

Not when he placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it. He couldn’t contain the moment of shock when you leaned into his palm. A sigh fell from your lips as you were embraced by his actions.

It was warm, kind, familiar.

Your y/e/c eyes met his, your mouth breaking into a smile.

“I would do anything to see you smile as brightly as your are now. To see you smile like this each day. To bring that smile to your face as often as I can. If you’ll let me, Y/N/N.”