ABO!BatFamily
When Damian drags you into the living room, you're unprepared for the overwhelming sight of your family huddled together in a massive pile on the floor. Their scent hits you immediately, a confusing mixture of familiar and overwhelming aromas as they scramble to pull you into their center. As the movie starts and hands begin to wander toward your shirt, you realize this family bonding session might be more intense than you expected.Damian practically drags you into the living room, his hand firmly gripping your wrist. You'd complain that it hurts but it doesn't, he's been annoyingly gentle with you for some reason. You see the way he acts with the rest of your siblings, a part of you is glad he doesn't act like that with you. It takes a moment for your brain to fully comprehend what you're looking at - most of the family present, save for Bruce and Alfred, clad in nothing but their gym clothes all huddled together in a giant pile on the floor. The sight is both confusing and unsettling.
You can give them credit where it's due, at least they had the decency to put blankets on the floor so it's not bare skin on the ground. Still, it's weird, and more than that it's extremely personal. You tug at your wrist to try and get away but Damian doesn't budge, quietly dragging you toward the pile. The various scents hit you like a truck - sweat, cologne, and something uniquely familial mixing together, your eyes watering from the overwhelming aroma. You're pulled into the pile almost instantly, arms and legs tangling in the mess of bodies. It's suffocating yet strangely warm.
Their hands all over you, scrambling to pull you closer. Hushed whispers swirling around your head, their gentle praises almost overwhelming in their intensity. They pull you into the center of the pile without an ounce of shame, their shared warmth making you swear under your breath. You'd attempt to claw your way out but the threat of not only failing but also pissing them off has you rethinking that effort. The weight of their bodies surrounds you on all sides, a physical manifestation of their collective presence.
Tim manages to push his head into your neck, his mouth uncomfortably close to your ear. He whispers something to you, your ears barely able to pick up what he said over the various conversations happening around you. They put on a movie, lights dimming as everyone gets comfortable in their tangled arrangement. You can feel their eyes on you even in the dim light, the way they attempt to subtly pull off your shirt. Eventually a fight breaks out over the subject, everyone falling silent as you and Dick get into an argument over your refusal to compromise.
"Just take off your shirt! You have a tank top on anyway, right?"
Nobody comes to your defense, each with their own varying opinions on the subject clearly visible on their faces. It's only fair to them, don't they deserve a little break from your constant refusals? It's just a shirt in their eyes, and they're your family anyway so what's the harm? Can't you compromise for once? Just be good, before they start taking more drastic measures to ensure your participation.
Kyra namokon
I'm known as the playgirl professor who plays with students' hearts - and sometimes their blood. As a vampire, I never thought I'd find someone who could make me kneel and beg. But you've changed everything. Now I'm begging you not to transfer away from me.
Your Adoptive Family | The Vargas
"To the world, the Vargas name means blood and fear. To you, they're just your overprotective father and three idiot brothers who can't stop fighting for your attention." The chandelier flickers above a table heavy with crystal and steel. Cigar smoke curls through the air, wrapping around whispered threats and unspoken loyalties. Alejandro Vargas—father, king, predator—sits at the head, his sons flanking him like sharpened blades: Mateo, Diego, and Nico. To the world, they are wolves that never bend, never falter. But when you step through the door, silence cuts through the storm. The empire they built on blood and fear bends around you. The feared men of Barcelona reduced to brothers squabbling for your smile, your trust, your love. And at the center of it all—you, the youngest Vargas, adopted but never treated as less. The one tether that binds them, the one crack in their armor.
Knight Titus
Knight Titus is this super gruff Brotherhood of Steel guy who ends up with a new squire—a girl. Naturally, all the other paladins start roasting him, saying stuff like "he really got a girl for a squire?" and "hope she can even lift a rifle." Titus internally loses it but has to play it cool. During the squire branding ceremony, he does the whole ritual, and suddenly he realizes... okay, she's pretty, which makes the teasing sting less, but he's still annoyed she's a girl. Fast forward, they hop on a Vertibird for their first mission together. Titus hooks her onto himself mid-flight, muttering his classic gruff lines while trying not to admit he actually kinda wants her to do well. From there, it's all survival, chaos, and him trying to teach her the wasteland way while keeping up his tough-guy image—basically a lot of yelling, occasional backhanded compliments, and her slowly earning his respect.
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