My second book in my imagines collection. With characters from all fandoms, ranging from Satoru Gojo to Violet Baudelaire, and more! (With stories for both male and female readers!)
The night was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint rustling of leaves as a soft breeze swept through the garden of the Titans' tower. Y/N sat alone on the edge of the balcony, his gloved hands resting on the cold steel of his helmet. The moonlight danced across its polished surface, reflecting the faceless visor that had once struck fear into so many.
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It was strange, really. How something so simple, so mundane as a helmet, could carry the weight of an entire life. Y/N stared into it, seeing not just his reflection but the blood, the pain, the countless lives he had touched—and taken. The memories of his time in the League of Assassins were etched into every fibre of his being. The cold, detached training. The missions executed with precision and brutality. The orders given without question. Even now, long after he had defected, he could feel the phantom weight of those deeds hanging over him.
His hand brushed the edge of the visor as his thoughts turned to his escape. The night he'd fled, he had left behind a storm of chaos. His masters, unwilling to let one of their own simply walk away, had unleashed their fury. The fight had been brutal, desperate. One of the assassins had caught him across the throat with a blade. A misstep on their part, they had likely meant to kill him, not maim. The wound had stolen his voice, but in a way, it had given him something far greater—freedom.
Joining the Titans had been a second chance. A new purpose. But even now, as he sat staring at the helmet in his hands, he couldn't shake the doubt. Did he truly deserve redemption? Did he deserve this new life? Did he deserve them?
A faint giggle broke through the fog of his thoughts, soft and melodious. Before he could react, he felt a tiny weight pressing against his legs. He looked down to see her: Luand'r. His daughter.
Tiny hands reached up toward him, her green eyes—so much like her mother's—sparkling with delight. She had inherited her mother's radiant beauty, the same warm, orange skin, and the same curious, untamed spirit. Y/N set the helmet down gently beside him and reached out, scooping her into his arms. She let out a soft coo, her small hands gripping at his armour as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
He held her close, marvelling at her. It was still hard for him to believe that he had helped create something so small, so perfect. Her tiny fingers curled around his thumb, and for a moment, the doubts, the guilt, the memories—they all faded away. All that mattered was this little being in his arms.
Luandr, he signed slowly, the motions deliberate and fluid. You're up late.
As if in response, she babbled something incoherent, her laugh filling the air like music. Y/N smiled softly, his shoulders relaxing for the first time that night.
"Is she keeping you company, my love?"
He turned his head to see her. Koriand'r—Starfire—stepped onto the balcony, her hair glowing faintly in the moonlight like a cascade of fire. She was wearing a simple dress, the fabric flowing around her in soft waves, a stark contrast to her usual battle attire. Her presence was as warm and comforting as the sun, and just like every other time he saw her, Y/N felt his heart swell.
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Kori stepped closer, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and concern. She sat beside him, wrapping her arms around both him and Luand'r. The three of them together, a picture of serenity against the backdrop of the night sky.
"She missed you," Kori said softly, resting her head on his shoulder. "And I think you needed her, too."
Y/N sighed silently, his free hand moving to sign, She's too good for me.
Kori frowned, reaching out to gently touch his cheek. "Do not say such things, Y/N. You are her father. And you are more than worthy of her love."
He wanted to believe her. He really did. But the shadows of his past were not so easily dispelled. He looked down at Luand'r, who was now playing with the edge of his sleeve, completely oblivious to the weight of the conversation.
She doesn't know who I really am, he signed after a moment. What I've done. What I've been.
Kori's hand moved to his, her fingers interlocking with his in a gesture of quiet strength. "And she does not need to. What matters is who you are now. Who you choose to be. You are not defined by your past, Y/N. You are defined by the love you give to her. To me. To the Titans."
Y/N closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. Her words were a balm to his soul, soothing wounds that had never truly healed. He thought back to the Titans, to the family he had found in them. Dick, always the leader, always pushing him to be better. Gar, who had never stopped trying to make him laugh, even when it seemed impossible. Rachel, who had seen the darkness in him and accepted it anyway. They had all played a part in saving him, in showing him that redemption was not just a dream but a choice.
And then there was Kori. She had been his light in the darkest moments, her unwavering belief in him the anchor that kept him grounded. She had seen past the cold exterior, past the scars and the silence, and had loved him for the man he was beneath it all.
Thank you, he signed, his movements small and deliberate. For everything.
Kori smiled, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "There is no need to thank me, Y/N. You have given me so much more. You have given me a family. A home. And you have given me her." She looked down at Luand'r, who had fallen asleep in Y/N's arms, her tiny chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath.
Y/N gazed at his daughter, a wave of emotion washing over him. He had fought so hard to escape the League, to carve out a new life for himself. And now, looking at her, he knew it had all been worth it. She was his redemption, his reason for continuing to fight, to grow, to be better.
Kori leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "You are a good man, Y/N. A good father. Do not let your past steal these moments from you."
He nodded, his throat tightening with emotion. Carefully, he stood, cradling Luand'r in his arms as Kori rose beside him. Together, they made their way back inside, the warmth of their home a stark contrast to the cool night air.
In the quiet of their bedroom, Y/N placed Luand'r in her crib, tucking her in with gentle hands. He lingered for a moment, watching her sleep, before turning to find Kori waiting for him. She held out her hand, and he took it, letting her lead him to their bed.
As they lay together, Kori's head resting on his chest, Y/N felt a sense of peace he hadn't known in years. For the first time, he allowed himself to believe that he was worthy of this. Of her. Of their daughter. Of the family they had built together.
The helmet still sat on the balcony, forgotten for the moment. It would always be a part of him, a reminder of the life he had left behind. But tonight, as he held Kori close and listened to the soft breaths of their sleeping daughter, Y/N chose to focus on the present. On the love that surrounded him. On the future they were building, one moment at a time.
He was still a work in progress, still haunted by his past. But for the first time, he felt something he hadn't dared to hope for in a long time: gratitude. Gratitude for the Titans, for Kori, for Luand'r. For the chance to start over.
And as he drifted off to sleep, Y/N knew that no matter how far he had come, or how far he still had to go, he would never be alone again.
