#x robin

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.

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?”

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?

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.

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.

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.