#Tim: i just had this dream where i was in this tall building
Text
The Love from a Skeleton [Jack Skellington X Reader]
Plot:
Halloween...
The time of year you absolutely hate. Not because of the ghouls and monsters, you enjoyed that kind of thing, it's because of trick or treaters. They get free candy and whine and complain to their parents if they didn't get what they expected, which is the whole bowl of candy. Anyways, since you don't celebrate that holiday, you decide to go for a late stroll through the woods on the hiking trail. While walking, your whole life changes.
And I mean that literally...
Everything started to change drastically until you find trees with holiday symbols on it. One of them being a Jack-o-lantern. Being curious, you enter through the door and discover a world that would represent a children's book written by Stephen King. But the leader of this place was a king. Not just any king...
A pumpkin king.
His name is Jack Skellington. He's a very tall and slender skeleton with a pinstripe suit, a black cat bow tie and ghost dog named Zero. He discovers you and welcomes you to Halloween town until he can figure out how to send you home. But this place is perfect!
No taxes to pay
No drama
And no more loneliness
Jack believes that your hideous. But don't worry, hideous in the Halloween town definition means... Beautiful.
Enjoy!
*I do not own the Nightmare before Christmas. All rights belong to Tim Burton and Disney™*
Chapter 4
Previous ~ Next
Jack took some time with retrieving the proof he needed for proving that Christmas Town existed, but what he retrieved was probably more than enough. He had carried a huge sack filled with Christmas decorations and actually managed to retrieve a small Christmas tree.
He even managed to retrieve a snow mobile! 'How did he get that without someone noticing' you thought to yourself. Jack had the sack on the back of the snow mobile and motioned for you to get on the snowmobile. "I don't think there's any room left for me".
"You can sit in the front" he said with a smile.
"Then how will you know where your going"? Jack laughed a little at your question since it had an obvious answer. "I think you forgot that I'm taller than you. I'll still be able to see where I'm going".
"Oh! Sorry".
"Don't be, but let's hurry before were spotted". You quickly sat down in front of Jack and the snow mobile started moving. His long bony arms reached around you to take a hold of the handles. Jack and you rode off away from Christmas Town to find the trees again and went back to Halloween town.
During the ride back to Halloween town, all of this made no sense and you wondered why this existed. Did anyone else know about this place?
Is this a dream?
Why is Jack the Pumpkin King being so nice and can he really be trusted?
Jack was a gentleman, so you that was a little bit of a trust sign. "Alright, only one more item to display and we'll be ready" Jack said then walking out the back door to get the Christmas stocking. You smiled and started becoming anxious. Before this moment, you requested to walk to the town when you both were at the cemetery. You said you didn't want the town's monsters to see you yet. He understood and directed you to the back entrance of the town and also told you to go ahead and go inside the building and wait for him.
Jack came back with other objects in his bony hands and set them down on the table that was set up. He turned to you and said, "(y/n), I'm not sure how long it'll be until we get you home but until then, I thought it would be nice if you introduced yourself to everyone". Your heart stopped in fear. You were always nervous when it came to large crowds and a brunch of eyes looking at you. "I can't".
Jack looked confused. "Why not? What's the problem"?
"Jack"?
"Yes"?
"Do you know what anxiety is"? Jack thought about it for a moment and really started to ponder the real meaning of the word. "No, I don't. Why? What does it mean"? You started to tell him what it was and how badly it affects you. "It means I get extremely nervous in crowds and never really feel safe in new places. I can sometimes have panic attacks with too many people around or too many people looking at me. Most of the time, it's me assuming that people are judging me and want to harm intentionally".
A stray tear fell from your eye and when Jack saw that, he quickly wiped it away and made you face him completely. "(Y/n), you have nothing to worry about. I'm right here. If it makes it any better for you, I'll be right with you and inform them all about your... uhh..."
"Anxiety".
"AH, that's right. Don't worry". Jack had this reassuring smile and you nodded to let him know that you were ok with letting him introduce you to everyone. Your heart was pounding out of fear and when Jack left to go behind the curtain, you saw a mirror with it cracked and some of it's pieces gone. You quickly ran to it to adjust your hair and clothes to look decent, at least. "Alrighty, everyone. Settle down".
You quickly rushed to the curtain and stood by the spot where Jack went through. "We have a new... temporary member of Halloween town. She's very shy and this may shock you, but she's not a monster. She's a human". You then heard gasps of horror and nerves. That made your anxiety worse. "Now now, relax. She's a very sweet girl and I expect all of you to give her a warm welcome to (y/n)".
The curtain pulled back a bit to reveal you. You took a couple steps forward and tried to look away from the eyes of curiosity and amazement. "Hello. As Jack said, my name is (y/n) and I'll be here for a short time. So I apologize for the inconvenience". The monsters seemed to enjoy so far so they decided to ask the questions they all had. "Do you like Halloween"?
"Yeah. I love it".
"What about monster's".
"I like them too".
"How bout zombies"?
"Vampires"?
"Mummies"?
"Witches"?
"Bat's"
"Alright, everyone, please calm down. We shouldn't overwhelm her with too many questions". Jack then said to you, "I apologize. They have never seen a human being up close before". You smiled at him and said, "It's okay. Curiosity killed the cat, you know". Jack chuckled and said, "Very true".
Jack then went to the podium that was beside you and said, "Now that the introductions are finished, I want to tell you all about, Christmas Town". The spotlight shined down on Jack with bat's flying away and he started to sing.
There were objects
So peculiar
They were not to be believed
All around
Things to tantalize my brain
The monster were listening in amusement to Jack's song.
It's a world unlike anything I've ever seen
And as hard as I try
I can't seem to describe
Like a most improbable dream
But you must believe me when I tell you this
It's as real as my skull
And it does exist
Here, let me show you
Jack pulled back the curtain to reveal everything he collected. He took ornaments, lights, presents, a stocking and the little star that goes on top of every tree. The monsters looked in amazement and shock and it was a bit funny to witness. Jack picked up one of the presents to continue his song by describing the object.
This is a thing called a present
The whole thing starts with a box-
The monsters chimed into his song with questions that correlate with the song.
A box?
Is it steel?
Are there locks?
Is it filled with a pox?
A pox! How delightful, a pox!
Jack kindly interrupted them to continue his singing.
If you please
Just a box with bright colored paper
And the whole thing's topped with a bow
Then the witches chimed in as well.
A bow?
But why?
How ugly
What's in it?
What's in it?
Jack continued to sing.
That's the point of the thing
Not to know
The monsters chimed in again but the clown snatched the present to get a better look at it.
It's a bat
Will it bend?
It's a rat
Will it break?
Perhaps it's the head that I found in the lake
Jack took the present back and continued to sing.
Listen now, you don't understand
That's not the point of 'Christmas Land'
Now pay attention
Jack picked up the stocking next.
We pick up an oversized sock
And hang it like this on the wall
A monster with a top hat came closer to look at it.
Oh yes
Does it still have a foot?
Then a much smaller monster that resembled him popped out from under his hat to continue the lyrics.
Let me see
Let me look
Then another smaller monster popped out from inder the small one's hat and still continued the lyrics.
Is it rotten and covered with guck?
Jack continued his singing.
Let me explain
There's no foot inside
But there's candy or sometimes it's filled with small toys
The monsters, once again, chimed in. But it was a small mummy and bat monster who chimed in first.
Small toys?
Do they bite?
Do they snap?
Or explode in a sack?
Now other monsters chimed in. Again.
Or perhaps they just spring out and scare girl's and boy's.
Then the one who was, supposedly, the mayor chimed in.
What a splendid idea
This Christmas sounds fun
I fully endorse it!
Let's try it at once
Jack continued his singing.
Everyone, please
Now not so fast
There's something here that you don't quite grasp
The monsters looked a bit confused but kept listening. Jack then looked to you and said, "Well, I may as well give them what they want". You nodded and Jack continued his singing.
And the best
I must confess
I have saved for the last
For the ruler of this Christmas land, is a fearsome king
With a deep mighty voice
Least that's what I've come to understand
And I've also heard it told that's he's something to behold like a lobster
Huge and red
When he sets out to slay with his raingear on
Carting bulging sacks with his big great arms
That is so, I've heard it said
And on a dark, cold night under full moonlight
He flies into a fog like a vulture in the sky
And they call him
Sandy Claws
The monsters cheered for Jack's performance and he quickly took a hold of your hand as he went back behind the curtain to continue his song. But this time, he was more quiet and softer with his singing since it was just you and him.
Well, at least their excited
But they don't understand
That special kind of feeling
In Christmas land
Oh well
It appeared that Jack was done singing and you approached him and said, "Jack, I appreciate it as much as you do". You went and picked up the snow globe to shake it again. "It will take time before they understand but understand this from me". Jack looked to you and awaited for what you were going to say. "I don't know how long I'll be here for but I really want to see you take on Christmas. I can tell it will be amazing and I promise I won't miss it". Jack smiled and hugged you unexpectedly but you smiled and hugged back.
The other monsters may seem harmless, but you only trusted Jack. It will take time before the other's can be trusted. But the questions are...
How long will you be here for and will you ever go home?
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
Spirit pt.1
~RPF
~Characters: Timothée Chalamet, Logan (OMC)
~Warnings: Talk of Drug Use, Hospital Setting, Talk of Drinking, Talk of Death, Serious Injury
~Word Count: 937
Timothée stood in the middle of the street facing the small road that led to his house in LA. He didn’t know how he’d got there. The last thing he remembered was walking through his house waiting for his girlfriend to come back home.
Now, this.
Timothée walked from the middle of the street to the sidewalk. “Excuse me,” He said, but the people just walked by. “Excuse me!” No answer. “What the fuck?!” He spun, agitated, trying to talk to the people walking by. “Can someone just tell me what day it is?! Hello!?” He stopped and waved a hand in front of the face of a woman texting on her phone. “Can you hear me?!”
“They’re not gonna answer you.” A voice spoke from behind Timothée. “They can't even see you.”
Timothée spun around. “Who the hell are you?”
“Logan.” A young man, around Timothée's age, stood with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against the brick wall, pin straight, strawberry blond hair falling into his crystal blue eyes. “And you are?”
“Timothée.” He stopped in front of Logan. “What do you mean they can’t see me?”
“They,” Logan hopped in front of a passer byer. “Can’t,” He waved his hand in front of another person’s face. “See you.” Then he spoke really loud. “Or hear you!”
“How is that possible?”
“What’s the last thing you remember, Timothée?” Logan stopped moving around and focused on Timothee.
“Tim, call me Tim. Uh, at the beach house I shared with my girlfriend. I was waiting-” Timothée paused, his face twisted in concentration.
“Wait for it...” Logan hummed almost in a mocking tone.
“I know what this is." Timothee looks up at Logan with a grin. "It’s a dream. I’m dreaming.”
“Are you?”
“Yes, I am." Timothée said sure of himself. Logan grabbed Timothée's arm harshly and before Timothée could react he fell to the floor inside of a building. “What the fuck was that?!” Timothée asked, standing quickly.
“You’ll learn how to brace yourself.” Logan told him.
“Where are we?” Timothée looked around.
“We are in one of the city’s morgues.” Logan explained while picking up a clipboard. "Ah ha!" He walked over to the drawers opening one. He pulled the slate and it slid out, a body covered with a white sheet lay on it. “Go on.” Logan gestured to the body.
“What's this?”
“Take a look.” Logan urges.
“This is supposed to be me?” Timothée points to the covered body with raised brows.
“Take a look.” Logan motions to the body again.
With a skeptical expression he pulled the sheet down and jumped back with a yelp. “Holy f-”
“You really need to chill on the f bomb, dude.” Logan cut him off.
“That can not be real!” Timothée shouts with his back against the wall looking at the pale body on the slab.
“Timothée Hal Chalamet." Logan continues reading. "Male, 26, 5 foot 10.5 inches tall, 147 pounds,” Logan moves the clipboard and looks Timothée up and down as if unbelieving of his weight. “C.O.D massive head trauma/fall due to accidental overdose.”
Timothée walked back up to his body and looked down at himself. His skin was white as paper, almost a blue hue to it. His lips were blue with purple around them. Lifting a hand he poked his arm and grimaced at the cold stiffness.
“I remember a sharp pain in my head for a split second. That's it as far as pain goes.” Timothée answered the earlier question. “I was dizzy and-”
“Keep going.”
Timothée stood staring at his body, the event of what had happened playing in his mind. He lifts his eyes to Logan who is standing there waiting for him to come to the realization.
“This is real isn’t it?” Timothée swallowed hard.
“As real as you and I are.” Logan says sarcastically. “Well, it can be, anyway.”
“What do you mean, it can be?" Timothée asked and Logan grabbed Timothee’s arms and he was thrown to the floor again. “Come on!” Timothee shouted looking up at Logan.
“Sorry.” Logan shrugged.
Timothée stood to his feet. “Are we in a hospital?" He looked around.
“After you.” Logan tells him, holding open a door to a hospital room.
“What’s in there?” Timothée points to the opened door.
“Must you question everything?” Logan huffed.
“Yes. That’s how you don’t end up in a bathtub filled with ice and your kidney carved out.”
“Just go, pretty boy!” Logan gestured annoyed at his many curiosities.
Timothee looked at Logan then shook his head stepping into the room. He froze seeing himself in a hospital bed. A tube was down his throat, a machine breathing for him. Tubes and wires all over his frail body. He turned to run out but Logan stood in his way.
“What the fuck is this?!” Timothée peered at himself in the hospital bed.
“This is you, right now.”
“No, it’s not! You’re trying to freak me out! I'm high right now aren't I?!" He huffed. “That's what all this is! I overdid it!”
Logan grabs the clipboard on the wall next to the door. “Here.”
Timothée grabs and reads. “Alcohol poisoning and opioid overdose, head trauma.” He says low. "Medical proxy Armand Hammer & Y/N Y/L/N." Timothée had never told anyone that he made Armie and you his medical proxies long ago when filing legal papers. Why would he dream of that?
Suddenly Timothee felt like all the oxygen was sucked out of lungs, the room was spinning and everything was engulfed in a blur then blackness.
Then everything stopped.
Pt.2
TAGS: @gatoenlaciudad
18 notes
·
View notes
Text
I am still so exhausted from ALLERGEN EXPOSURE and the trial/ERROR of magnesium that its only 9fucking30pm and I am honestly not entirely sure how I'm still awake. Which is sad.
Force of will in a wobbly body.
Again I had a lot of dreams, considering I was kind of..... stuck, so there was a lot, and there was a lot of overlap, but I can hardly remember any of it.
So here's some bits and pieces.
+something like a seven year old, running errands in an underground city, trying to make enough money for some food for he n his brother
+walking the halls of some hospital as an in-patient, pulling an IV drip stand along side me; stop as I notice something dark seeping out from under a door just down the hall
+waking up, gasping for air, laying on some type of forest floor. Nothing looks right. It's dark but there's some kind of glow, of enough light to see. See that everything seems to be red tinted. Hear something clinking above you, and notice various bottles and jars hanging from the branches of the trees around you. There's something inside each one, but you can't make out what they are. Something further in whispers your name, and you wake up. (feels like Tim (S), experiencing The Red Forest for maybe the first time? Funny how I accidentally switch to second person a lot for him.)
+Tim wakes up... somewhere unusual, which is saying something, considering where he'd woken up the last time. Somewhere that doesn't seem to make much sense, where the atmosphere seems to change from room to room. Like going through a doorway inside what seems like a modern building, and finding yourself in a hedge maze. Said hedge maze is misty, with an odd light about it. He wanders a bit and eventually spots someone who's sitting on top of one of the tall hedges. Though there's something... floaty about them and he can't help but compare their look to the rolling mist around them. He says something along the lines of "Uh, hey you! You see any way out of here from up there?" This seems to startle them (the floofy) for a moment before they look over, give a big grin, and respond with "Oh HI!!" giving the biggest, wiggliest wave hello that Tim has ever seen in his life.
He thinks for a moment, that he used to feel like nothing would surprise him anymore... yet here's just one more thing to prove him wrong lol
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
A Clash of Kings - 46 BRAN VI (pages 599-608)
Summer has a bad time climbing trees, and Theon makes some bad life choices, but he does succeed in taking over Winterfell.
Mikken leaves the party.
-
... I love these wolf dream POVs, they're just so... atmospheric? I guess is the word? Just the vibes and way the description style changes? so good.
Locked, something whispered. Chained.
...
There is, the whisper came, and it seemed as if he could see the shadow of a great tree covered in needles, slanting up out of the black earth to ten times the height of a man. Yet when he looked about, it was not there. The other side of the godswood, the sentinel, hurry, hurry...
Oooohhh, Summer is 'hearing' Bran! Sharing his memories, or the impressions of them at least.That's so cool.
Yes Summer! Go! Go! Go-ohhh, nooo. Bugger, Summer was doing so well at tree climbing despite the lack of opposable thumbs.
...there's probably a good pun in there somewhere about timber wolves.
"I sent four men over the walls with grappling claws and ropes, and they opened a postern gate for the rest of us. -"
...
"They swam the moat. Climbed the walls with hook and rope. Came over wet and dripping, steel in hand."
This is a horrifying betrayal by Theon (though expected and understandable in terms of things) but I just need to take a moment to appreciate how badass this was. The walls of Winterfell are like, ridiculously tall. (80 feet/24 meters at the outer wall, 100 feet/30 meters at the inner wall, which doesn't sound like much... when it's horizontal, but that's taller than an 8 story building.)
I also have questions about whether or not the moat is heated like the hot-springs that litter Winterfell, and whether or not it contains fish and/or eels. (And if the moat is just an artificially enlarged hot-spring, just a trench connecting several dozen, does the mineral content of the pools flavour the fish? marinade?)
One of the ironmen went before them carrying a torch, but the rain had started again and soon drowned it out.
Aww, shame. you know what might have prevented that?
✨🏮Enclosed Lanterns 🏮✨
... poor emoji selection is poor
Poxy Tim wept inconsolably, and Beth Cassel cried with fear.
Beth! hi sweetie. I feel like we haven't seen her since early GoT, but maybe I'm just forgetting mentions of her?
...I see Theon's attempting to max his stats in asshole for his new role.
Mikken's being a boss though. Oh No! RIP Mikken.
... Urgh, knowing how loyal Reek was to Ramsay it probably would have been better if they'd just killed him here and- hang on. wait a minute.
So, I know from the show and from fics and from the wiki that Ramsay survived passed the "arrow in the back for a wedding gift" thing (unfortunately) but I've been trying to figure out where the deception is, was the wound just not as fatal as believed and all that.
I think I just... this "Reek" is way too glib. be honest with me.
Is this Reek/Heke fella actually Ramsay in disguise?
"M'lord Greyjoy!" Osha stepped past Mikken's body. "I was brought here captive too. You were there the day I was taken"
...
"I've had a bellyfull of it. Put a spear in my hand again."
Now, I also know that show!Osha and book!Osha are supposedly a bit different, but what I do know of her book story line... I'm not going to call this a complete betrayal just yet, I'm going to assume it's a case of 'she's saying what she has to, to get herself into a better position for a true loyalty/preference reveal later' type thing.
... D': Hodor!!! How dare you hurt him you monsters!!!
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dreams tonite were actually remembered let me write down what I gathered
Earliest I can remember is a scene from what was Up 2. I didn't know it was Up 2 for a bit bc i was watching the movie in chunks (unsure if on or off camera). The protagonist was a woman this time, maybe Ellie, and she didn't look that old but she was dressed like a grandma with a cloth over her shoulders hunched back and w a cane.
When she tried to go up the stairs to her house (she was in a hurry) they broke and like monster house it was like they were trying to eat her. She was w a boy, anywhere from teen to young adult, who was holding her trying to pull her out. She even was completely submerged at one point.
She did make it inside the house tho and there were like 15 minutes left but I just didn't feel like finishing it despite finding it very enjoyable.
I think I was off at school now. We were gonna get a special class but I was sent off elsewhere. So now I was sitting on the side to a therapist's office. Middle top there was a desk with the professional and two chairs in front and to the side past the door there was I laying in the therapist couch™ just chilling with my phone as these people came and went. At least 2 did before Tim Burton showed up. His name sounded way longer tho so maybe they called him Timothy Burton or something.
Dude looked a bit more pale and disheveled but he had the black curly hair and beard. He was also pretty tall. And also very fucking awkward about the fact some guy he didn't know was in the room as he went to therapy (he was with someone else too I think he was being dragged here). He did say hi to me shyly waving a hand and I said hi twice bc I'm awkward like that. I thought of asking him for an autograph not bc i gave a fuck about the guy but bc i mean might as well you know? But then I didn't and was allowed to leave.
Outside I met with a shit ton of old faces. For starters there was my first BF from primary school who was having a meltdown because they tried to teach him about sexualities, but there was also the Bully™ also from primary school (he stuck longer than the first guy) who was just puking red, idk if it was blood but bro was going thru it. But I also looked my former bestie in the eye and spoke to her and she told me in the room another bestie of mine one with whom I didn't have a bad falling out had been in the class and I got really sad bc i loved that girl and I wanted to see her.
We then got lead to a big field. Reality and fiction mixed idk if I was back in the movie or not. I don't remember this as clearly. I complaint about the surroundings coloration. I met with two men outside. I stole two different pairs of sunglasses, second from a bat man (like the rusty lake guy, he was asleep).
Then I was with my class. And we were tasked to remake some... Buildings we'd written about before.
They made us run towards a wall full of boxes with clothes where we'd pick whatever we needed most, except as I looked around them not finding anything I needed (I wanted something masculine) I realized these were all clothes from my grandma. Complaint to myself about my dad not telling me where they were before.
I went inside of a warehouse. I was looking for art supplies. Many people were working on wood. There were half finished chairs on a table. I didn't know what I wanted
With another guy we found in a shelf pens inside a pencil case, and for some reason he was removing them one by one. Bro spilled some liquid paper (LICUI PAIPER) on my black puffy jacket. I was upset
I walked past a now SECONDARY school classmate. Not a friend, but the third wheel of the big brain sisters. She was killing it with her design.
Then a primary school guy again, a good friend. Good aside from us being extremely toxic that is. We made each other worse. Anyway his thing was flat and ugly it was just a sea with a little island and and even littler palm tree or perhaps human. I laughed really hard because I remembered this was what he had originally written in an act of laziness, and I loved it. He was actually touched by the fact I remembered such a thing and thanked me.
I went outside. Outside they didn't let me touch my notes, in fact, they took them away. The 2 men were now 2 teachers, I'm sure women. I was frustrated. I kept thinking of other things I'd do and after failing really hard to draw an arm I decided actually I'm not going to fucking do this.
And then I woke up
0 notes
Text
Heavy Load, Great Washability
[WP] After opening your dream tailoring store for 3 years ago, you're surprised to find the new super in your city come in looking to buy a super suit from you. Prompt by u/Difficult_Pirate3234 (Reddit)
[Written on 01/26/2024]
It all started three years ago...
Tim Burks barrels out the front door of an abandoned storefront in a fit of panic and covered in dust. He frantically wipes his entire body as passersby stare at him.
When I was a kid, my grandpa owned a laundromat and built it up from nothing with his own two right hands. It did well, but the real money was in the back, where he'd fix up old clothes for "cheap." He always said that place was like a "second daughter" to him.
He passed away before I left for college, and Grandma sold the shop, but no one ever really moved in afterward. After graduating with a bachelor’s in business management with a minor in gender studies, I saved up and bought my grandpa's old shop.
I refurbished it...
Tim repeatedly carts in several washers, driers, and tubing. As well as some vending machines, an arcade cabinet, and a couple of TVs.
...threw on a fresh coat of paint...
Tim finishes the final touches on painting the entire room beige. He walks out of the building covered in sweat and paint, where he's met by a man in a suit who hands him some papers.
...tore all of that down because the walls were filled with friggin asbestos...
Tim awkwardly walks back into the laundromat wearing an oversized, bright yellow hazmat suit, a backpack full of garbage bags, a sledgehammer, and a large vacuum cleaner.
Repeat steps one and two, and three years later, Righty Tighty Laundromat & Tailor was back open for business!
A blue neon "Open" sign flashes in the window. Tim sits behind the counter, feet on the desk, watching daytime television on the corner TV as the machines whirled behind him.
"Ahhh," said Tim, "Just like old times, huh?" Tim looks over to his side at a picture of his grandpa, grandma, and his mom in a family photo. He reaches past it, pulling out a small notebook. Opening it, the book is filled with outfit designs, some more practical than others. Tim pulls a heavily used pencil from the notebook's wired spine and doodles.
For a while, the place was doing alright. I had to eat a lot of sandwiches for a while, but I was making my way to the green. Until life reminded me of the most important lesson about owning anything in the big city...
A yellow blur flies through the front of the store, shattering the windows and crashing into some of the washing machines. Tim dropped to the floor in fear. After a few seconds, he poked his head from behind the desk to find that the villain, Fearocodile, a six-foot-tall brown lizard man, had just crashed into his store.
*Crack*
Tim jolts around to see a man in casual, bloodstained black clothes, pitch-black hair poking from behind his hockey mask with the spade symbol painted over the right eye. He carries a long rifle as he walks into the store and over to Fearocodile. The masked man pokes Fearocodile with the barrel of his gun. Fearocodile groans in pain as a response.
The masked figure throws Fearocodile's tail over his shoulder and begins to drag the monster out of the store with ease. As the two pass by the still-shocked Tim, the masked figure looks at the stunned man.
"Sorry," says the masked man in a distorted voice before continuing to walk out.
Always! Get! Super Insurance!
----------
I'll tell you what! Nothing puts the fear of God in someone more than seeing their bank account die in front of their eyes.
I cleaned up the best I could and re-opened, now with a wider entrance. I couldn't afford to close the place down, especially not now. With a chunk of the machines scrapped and a horde of bills on the horizon, I needed all the money I could get.
Thankfully, I didn't have to sweat for too long before someone offered me a lifeline.
It's late at night. Tim turns off the sign, turns off the store lights, locks the front door, and then walks out of the giant hole in the front of the store.
"Excuse me," said a man. Tim turned to find a sharply dressed man holding a suit bag under his arm. "I'm sorry. Are you closing up?" Tim looks over the man and his outfit, which feels too expensive to look at.
"Are you kidding?" says Tim, "Our doors are always open! Here, let me get the door for you." Tim runs back through the hole and unlocks the door from the inside. The wealthy man smiles awkwardly.
"Um, no, thank you," said the wealthy man, "I was just wondering if you could wash my gym clothes for me?"
"Buddy," says Tim, "My grandpa built this place off of gym clothes! Not a stain nor stink will leave this building!" The wealthy man struggles to maintain a friendly appearance.
"Sure," says the wealthy man, "just be sure to be discreet."
"No mentioning the unmentionables, got it!" says Tim. The man's face goes dull before just walking off. "Uh, ok. Stay safe, sir!" Tim goes to put the clothes inside before turning back around. "Wait! What's the name for the..." Tim looks where the wealthy man was walking only to find the sidewalk empty. He double-checks before shrugging it off.
Inside, he turns on the TV and throws the suit bag on top of a washer, where it lands with a thud. "Jeez, what's this guy training for?" After getting the good conditioner, he opens the bag and pulls out a black shirt covered in blood. Tim froze in place, only able to stare into the damp black and red fabric.
After passing out a few times, I figured I had already seen too much to back out. So, I did what I could, and I have to admit, I'm damn good at getting rid of evidence.
Next day, the guy shows up to pick up his "Gym Clothes." Meanwhile, I'm just mentally preparing to see my grandparents again. I hand him the bag, and the guy takes a look inside, zips it up, and just walks out without even a "Thanks." I was too tired to even realize he didn't even pay me!
A week later, I’m coming to open up shop only to find a bunch of big guys fixing up my store, and not your same old crack-showing construction workers. These guys were pros. They were even done that the next day and my store never looked better.
All that was left was a note taped to my door; "Thanks." followed by the symbol of a spade.
#writing prompts#The Spade#Righty Tighty Tailor#...and laundramat#writeblr#creative writing#writers on tumblr#writing
0 notes
Text
Tubbo x Tim drake: Written By the-hoely-bleach and i'm-here-for-bagels
A/N: I know we’re mixing up the timeline on the DSMP side, we don’t care, it doesn’t matter
Tubbo pulls his suit jacket tighter around himself, wishing not for the first time that he’d brought a heavier coat. Really what business did any place have being this cold so early in autumn?
He shakes his head. Focus. He runs through a small checklist in his mind. Ranboo freaked out and disappeared yesterday, and no one can find him. Tubbo had paid Purpled to track him here. Michael is safe with Captain Puffy. Quackity is handling Tubbo’s paperwork. Dream and Technoblade are going to attack L’Manberg
tomorrow. Ranboo is a traitor. Tubbo doesn’t care.
Okay. Find Ranboo. Get him home. Fight a war. Easy.
Tubbo stands at the door to the biggest, most official looking building he can find. Some kind of skyscraper with a big W and the word “Wayne” underneath. Surely someone here would know something. Or at least could point him in the right direction. He walks in.
Tubbo thinks someone went really overboard with the interior design. They have an indoor fountain. Who has an indoor fountain? There’s rich-looking people milling around in fancy suits, who Tubbo doesn’t even consider approaching. He turns his attention to the receptionist deck. A lady in a nice button up blouse and big black glasses is typing at her computer. A man in a 3 piece suit is standing next to her. They look to be in an intense conversation.
“I just got the email earlier that the galla flowers have been delivered but when I looked at them they're in the wrong color ” the girl stated.
“Well shit, we need to fix that or Bruce will be pissed,” the man states.
“Excuse me,” Tubbo starts, “I’m looking for someone and I’m wondering if you could help me.”
The woman startles, composing herself quickly. “Did he come in here? I could have security look for them.”
Tubbo winces. “Well that’s the thing, I’m not sure. I just know he’s somewhere around here and this building looks important. Guy’s pretty hard to miss if that helps; around seven feet tall, lanky bastard too.”
“Sounds like my brother,” the man laughs.
“Ah, well he isn’t exactly from here,” Tubbo flaps his hand idly, at his side, “Actually, where is here? I just walked into a portal and now I’m here.”
The man looks at the boy with a little confusion and a little excitement, though Tubbo has no idea why, “Well that’s not too common here, but I know someone who can help you, go to the Bat Burgers at 10pm. Someone will be there to meet you.”
“Uh, alright I guess,” the boy president says, internally contemplating the odd restaurant name, “Whereabouts would that be? Like I said, not from here. And also you didn't answer my question. Where the hell am I?” Tubbo has to admit, he’s
getting a little irritated; his country is on the brink of war, his best friend, who he thought was fucking dead until a few days ago, is allied with Technoblade of all people, and now his husband has gone missing. He’s kind of at the end of his rope.
“It’s on the other side of town, all you will have to do is go to your left out the doors and walk 12 blocks east and take a right and another 5 blocks to the north and it will be on your left hand side.” The man in the 3 piece suit responds.
“12 blocks east, turn right, then five blocks north, got it,” Tubbo mumbles to himself, “Oh, what can I call you by the way? Sorry, been a long week.”
“My name is Timothy but everyone calls me Tim. And this sweet lady next to me,her name is Barbara. I am the C.O.O of Wayne Ent. And Barbara Is our Treasurer.” He hands Tubbo a card. “This is my business card. Call me if you have any issues.”
Tubbo glances at the card before stuffing it into his pocket. “Thanks, man. I’ll, uh, see you around, I guess.” He gives an awkward wave excusing himself, rubbing absently at the burn scars on his face.
Tim’s POV:
“Barbara let’s go into my office” Tim states and they head to his office and shut the door.
“Barbara, did you see the scars on his face”
“Yes I did, Tim. Are we going to address the fact that he’s part of the goat?”
“Well I didn’t want to be rude, I just also assumed he's one of Jokers' failed projects.’’
“Is that why you're going to meet him tonight on patrol?”
“Yeah I’ve got to make sure he’s not a new villain coming to rain terror on Gotham.”
“That’s probably smart, we can’t have another joker running around.”
“Let's stop dwelling on this and get back to work. I’ll let you know how it goes tomorrow.”
..…………*time skip*…………..
(Tim as Red Robin)
Tim stands on top of the Bat Burgers building ready for the meeting. He does a quick once over to make sure he has everything he needs to fight the strange child if need be. Tim then jumps off the building to meet him.
Tim sees the child sitting in a booth trying to look all professional.He finally takes a good look at the small child. He’s wearing a suit that is two sizes too big. He has horns that stick straight out of his shaggy poorly cut hair. He can tell that he's trying to hide all of the goat parts of himself. He’s wearing a pair of shoes that clearly don't fit his hooves. As Tim analyzes his face it takes all of his self restraint to not burst out laughing at the sight of the child trying to seem like an adult. Tim opens the door and waves at the waitresses as they look so excited to see him. He continues to walk over to the child. He takes a seat across from the mutant child.
“I’m Red Robin. I heard about your little predicament. I’m here to help you to the best of my abilities. So tell me what you need.”
The kid nods, taking a breath. “I’m looking for my husband. As far as I can tell he went through the same portal I did, so he must be around here somewhere. He’s stupid tall, void black on his right side, ghast white on his left, he’s got horns, basically he doesn’t look human at all. You notice when he’s around.”
Though he hides it well, Tim can see the boy’s nerves. His hands shake on the table and his breathing is showing that he’s on the verge of having a panic attack. All though he is actively trying to calm himself down. Tim reaches across the table and grabs his shoulder.
“Son, we will try to find your husband as fast as we can. I understand how this must be hard for you.”
“I’m not your son, I don’t appreciate being talked down to.” He sniffs, all tough, but all Tim can see is a child in over his head. “I am the president of a small country you know,” he mutters in a defiant tone.
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. I’m just trying to help. Tell me a little more about your husband. With what little information I have, I can't really help you. Is there any place he would go? Or anything here that would seem familiar to him?”
The boy drums his fingers on the table. “Uh.. His name is Ranboo, he-“ he swallows, a slight waver entering his voice, “Honestly, he’s probably just wandering around. He isn’t great with directions.” A hand wanders up to rub at the scars and he starts to rock slightly back and forth, before seeming to catch himself and straightens back up. “He likes dark places? I think he’d probably try to bunker down somewhere and hide.”
Tim notices that the child is trying to not say too much. He decides to take the information he’s been given and start the search.
“So before we get started might i have your name. I have given you mine. Just as a customary greeting, I like to know the people i'm working with.”
“Oh, right,” the kid huffed out a laugh, maybe a bit embarrassed, “It’s Tubbo. Tubbo_Beloved.” Tubbo runs a hand through his hair, letting Tim get a good look at his horns. “So where do you wanna start, big man?”
“Alright Tubbo let’s get this search party started.”
The two boys start out walking around the city looking for Ranboo. They walk around Old Gotham. They stealthily walk around until Tim gets a call on his comm.
Tim tells Tubbo he will be right back as he walks away to answer his comm.
“hello.”
“Tim I have this strange being in the batcave in the holding pod. I don’t know what to do with him.”
“Jason, what does he look like?” Tim says with haste.
“He has like white skin and a black skin as his other half. He’s kinda creepy.”
“I have someone who has been looking for him here.”
“Well knock him out and bring him here.”
“I will.’’
Jason then hangs up.
“Hey Tubbo!” Tim yells as he runs back over. “I'm sorry about this” Tim says as he sprays a sleeping mist in Tubbo’s face
Tubbo falls as Tim grabs him before he hits the ground. He ties him up and takes him back to the Batcave.
@the-hoely-bleach
#batman#idk what im doing#dream smp#damian wayne#dick grayson#tim drake#bruce wayne#jason todd#tubbo#ranboo#dsmp#dsmp tubbo#dsmp ranboo#fanfic#crossover#my bullshit
1 note
·
View note
Text
Day 11: Sunday July 3rd, 2022 [LONDON]
Breakfast: coffee & HCT croissant from Pret
Lunch: Sunday Roast from Anchor Bankside pub
Dinner: Chicken and leek pie with mash & gravy from Dog & Truck pub
Steps: 10, 872
I hurt my thumb while getting ready this morning – something I really hoped wouldn’t happen on this trip. My nail came out on one side, but didn’t hurt, so I pushed it back in and whacked a band aid on it! That’s future, Melbourne Ash’s problem.
We left the house at 10am to get the train in towards Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre to see King Lear. We originally had tickets booked to Midsummer Night’s Dream, but when we got invited to Drag Brunch, I emailed and asked if we could push it back a day and the show changed. We got off two stops early to see London Bridge, but Tim didn’t realise that London Bridge was just a regular bridge and Tower Bridge was the iconic one from the nursery rhyme, so found directions to the wrong one. We saw the bridge we wanted across the river about 4km away, so took a photo, laughed it off and moved on. We also saw a modern building called The Shard and a monument to The Great Fire that was ginormous (and right next to Monument station… crazy).
We walked next through Borough Markets, which were lovely! Lots of fresh produce (desperately wanted to buy some picked garlic but had no way to cart it home), restaurants and pubs. We’d decided when we arrived that we were going to enjoy a Sunday roast, but Amara said they only did them for lunch, not dinner, so we did it before the show instead of after. 3 cute pubs that we wanted to visit were closed until midday and our show was at 1pm, so we needed to find one that opened earlier. Tim found the Anchor Bankside that was about 4 minutes’ walk from the Globe, so we went there and ordered three roasts. They were huge! Not very photogenic, but very filing and the gravy was top notch.
We walked over to the Globe with ten minutes to spare and had groundling tickets to stand near the stage. I knew nothing about King Lear and was frustrated with myself for not looking up the plot before our visit because I had no idea what was happening. King Lear was played by a woman from Harry Potter, who was about 4ft tall, and she was sensational. The cast were giving it there all, but all three of us found it hard to engage, so we left at the end of act I, which was a shame. I wish we’d seen a show that I was more familiar with so that I could have been more invested. We visited the gift shop, bought a few goodies and bailed.
As we were walking next to the river, Amara pointed out the school where she used to teach (The City of London School) and we walked past The Tate Modern. Tim has said that he really wanted to visit, Amara said it was shit and I wasn’t bothered, so we dropped Tim off, and Amara and I caught the Train to Piccadilly to visit Harrods. My Mum and Gran adore Harrods, so I was keen to see what all the fuss was about. The department store was massive and luxurious. We explored the designer bags, the food hall, the deli, and the gift shop. There were some people spending some serious money in there… I was not one of them.
We were both spent by this point, so we caught the train back home to Aldgate East and went to the supermarket to buy a few things. I had 5£ left and nothing to spend it on, so I gave it to a man who was asking for money out the front. There have been an unexpected number of beggars and people suffering from homelessness in both Paris and London that I was not anticipating, especially on the trains.
We got home at around 5.30pm and watched the latest episode of Ru Paul’s Drag Race: All Stars while we started to pack. We both washed our sneakers after Pride yesterday where many a drink was spilled, and the floors were ridiculously sticky. They came out a treat! Tim came home at around 7pm and he had a wee lie down before we went out to dinner.
We walked two doors down to the pub near our apartment at 8pm where their specialty was pies. We all ordered a pie with mash and a drink to toast our last night in London. The pies were delish! The playlist in the pub was also excellent – lots of 80’s bangers and a few hits from The Full Monty soundtrack, which I remember Mum blasting heaps growing up.
We got home at 9.30pm and I put a final load of washing on for all 3 of us and started to pack. I have no idea how, but I packed better this time round, despite having bought some gifts for myself and my family… woohoo! I watched some more Drag Race, finished my book, and went to sleep.
Our flight to Iceland is at 11.30am tomorrow from Stansted (45 minutes from our accom), so we are getting an Uber at 7.45am and hoping the peak hour traffic isn’t too crazy. Wish us luck!
0 notes
Note
Hi!! I was wondering if you had any Talon!Dick headcannons :)) By the way, I LOVE your writing!!!
Ahhhhh thank you sooo much, darling anon!! That means so much to me 🥺💙
Now, I’m unsure if I’ll be doing this correctly, but I do believe I have a few head-cannons! Here goes~
As Talon, Dick is often mistaken for being a meta-human with flight like abilities. He still subconsciously uses his acrobatic abilities in fighting, the famous quadruple flip giving him away, and his “Flying Grayson” origin and knack for flinging himself off tall buildings gives the illusion that he can fly. If he hurts himself after landing from leaping from tall buildings, it doesn’t show because of his tolerance for pain and his healing abilities, adding to the illusion of flight where no such thing exists
Dick is highly competitive to the point of bordering obsessional. Perfection was everything to the Court, and if one did not succeed flawlessly, than it was considered a failure, no matter the outcome. When he is rescued from the Court and introduced into more familial settings, Dick subconsciously competes with everyone to be the best at everything, including, but not limited to: fighting (there is no such thing as sparring, if he is swept off his feet, then he is a failure opponent; arguing also falls into that category, but he always ends up feeling worse when he feels like he’s won), target practice (darts are the Batfams least favorite boredom game because of Dick’s uncanny and unnatural ability to be so precise [he once pinned a mosquito to the board standing twelve feet away]) , memorization (no one likes to play card games with him either because he knows exactly which cards have been played and also likely knows the cards everyone else is holding), baking (he once tried to out-do Alfred and it was then that Dick experienced his first failure when it came to baking a scone; his always came out too hard), and pranking (he studies everyone very closely, looks for the very thing that ticks someone off, and when challenged, he is merciless in pursing the perfect trick to annoy them for days but leave no lasting harm)
Dick was trained to understand people and how they work, think, and plan. He understands human flaws and weaknesses probably more than anyone else, purely because he himself is so deeply flawed and recognizes this. However, he was never taught how to interact or understand animals. The first time Titus licked his hand, he spent hours researching what it meant (he was too confused and embarrassed to ask anyone because he knows that isn’t normal) and was left stunned for days when he came to the conclusion that it meant affection. When Alfred the cat leaps into his lap and purrs, and he again looks up what this means, Dick is overwhelmed at the undeserved friendliness he is receiving. As a Talon, Dick had had to earn everything in his life, including trust. He had never been given that without having to do something for it. Now, Dick takes every opportunity he can to keep that trust the animals have placed unto him (see: buying and feeding them treats, brushing their fur, giving them gentle affection)
Dick has great interest in things like skin-care appliances. The Court had only ever allowed him a bar of soap to wash the blood away, and he had never truly needed anything else, but when Steph gives him a bottle of lotion because “his skin looks ashy enough to make snow”, he finds he can’t stop lathering himself in it. His skin has always felt rough to the touch; callouses formed over the years of labor and hilts of sharp blades in his grasp. After a week of usage, Dick marvels at the fact that his hands feel soft. It is the first time he has ever thought of himself as being anything but hardened and ruined, and bath & body works quickly becomes an online shopping favorite
Sometimes, Dick forgets where he is. He’s still adjusting to “normal life”, outside and away from the Court. The Court was easy in the way that he never had to truly expect anything new. He walked the same hallways, the same rooms, the same sewer paths all his life; walls bare, plain, and white with only his reflection and the screeching cries of the Courts victims to decorate it. So, when he moves into the Manor, visits the Cave, and sees each wall covered in mirrors, pictures, clocks, trinkets, and little ornaments, he memorizes each placement and finds his way from there. But on cleaning days, when Alfred reorganizes, or when something gets broken and removed, Dick gets lost within his own head and searches in vain for land-markers and tells he was sure was once there. He knows that Bruce’s bedroom is down the hallway with the double mirror and portrait of a woman wearing deep blue, but how can he be sure when the portrait disappears one day and is replaced by a stool and some flowers? Surely he must be confusing things because Tim’s study is right across from the library door, which is always open and has a brass doorknob, but is that really true when the door with the brass handle is actually closed? There are two sets of stairs, one that leads into the kitchen and one that leads out to the back of the Manor, but Dick can’t tell the two sets apart anymore because the banisters got polished and he could only tell which was which because the one to the kitchen had a scuff mark on it from when Damian slid down its railing once. On those days, where everything and nothing is the same, Dick sits down in the middle of the floor and waits for someone to find him. Whoever finds him, and they always do, always look sad. He can’t quite understand why, but he’s just happy he’s not lost anymore
Every time Dick dreams, he feels the strong need to tell someone about them and keeps a journal to help him remember them. Because of the electrum serum administered to him since he was young, the element largely took care of every human weakness Dick ever had, including the physical need to sleep. The Court only ever took him out of cryo when he was needed to assassinate, and even then, every waking moment was spent training, learning, and traveling from place to place to do the Parliament’s bidding. When he is rescued, and for the first time ever given the choice to just sleep and do nothing, Dick dreams for the first time. It startles him because the dream felt very real, almost like a memory, but it’s horribly difficult to recall and he panics because memory-relapse and loss is scary when he knows he’s supposed to recall things perfectly. Jason ends up suggesting that Dick to keep a dream journal, as he too has trouble remembering what is a dream and what is a memory; the Lazerous Pit and being dead certainly did things to the brain surrounding remembrance. It helps to ease his anxiety, even if writing down “nightmares” (as everyone calls them) leaves him feeling worse than before
#anon#ask#Dick Grayson#Talon!Dick#headcannons#Talon#Dick Grayson is Talon#sorry if these were long winded!! i had a lot of fun thinking about these though!
161 notes
·
View notes
Text
Expendable
Summary: Consumed by your grief over Jason’s death, you track down the Joker on your own. Only you end up finding some... thing very different.
Warnings: vampires, violence, depression, fluff, angst
Reader: Female Reader
Pairings: Dick Grayson x Reader (Platonic), Jason Todd x Reader (Platonic), Tim Drake x Reader (Platonic)
Word Count: 6,113
A/n: Enjoy
Masterlist
You heaved heavily hunched over the bathroom sink. Your fingers grip the edge of the counter top, knuckles turning white. Your eyes are screwed shut as you try not fall apart for the millionth time that week.
It’s only been a month since Jason died and you felt as if you saw his freshly dead body a few hours ago. Your dreams are riddled with nightmares. You can’t even escape the thoughts while awake.
All you can think about is Jason’s beaten and burned body. You can hear the Jokers mocking laugh when you and Batman found him after Jason’s death. Bruce refused to kill him and stopped you from doing it yourself. Batman turned him into Arkham and like everyone could predict, the pale bastard escaped.
Slowly, your eyes open. You look at yourself in the mirror. You try to push back the tears as visions of Jason plague your mind.
You were Bruce’s daughter. You were a few years younger than Dick but a few years older than Jason. You and Dick had a rocky friendship the first couple of years but you managed to work it out. With Jason, however, the connection was instant.
The both of you had tempers. Tempers which the other knew how to calm. The two of you just had an understanding. You became close quickly.
You didn’t want to believe that Jason was dead. You didn’t want to believe that Bruce just let Joke get away with it. You wanted your brother back, you wanted Bruce to avenge him.
“I’m sorry, Jason,” You whisper. You wished you could have been there to save Jason. If only you had gotten to him sooner. Just 5 minutes would have made all the difference.
Your anger bubbles up to the surface all at once and before you know it, your punching the mirror until it’s all broken in the bathroom sink. Ignoring the stinging pain in your hand, you march out of the bathroom.
You storm out of your room and head toward the Batcave. You didn’t have to worry about running into your father. He’s either hiding in his room or out capturing other bad guys that have nothing to do with Jason’s death. Because apparently everyone else mattered while you, Dick and Jason were expendable.
Not to you, however. Your brothers were not expendable to you. They’re your world and the fact that you couldn’t protect Jason killed you. If Bruce wasn’t going to avenge him then that responsibility fell onto you.
You changed into your Sparrow uniform. By the time your pulling your mask on and making your way to your motorcycle, Alfred is entering the cave. You ignore him but he isn’t a man you can just ignore.
“Ms. Y/n?” He questions. You adjust your getup and swing your leg over the bike. Before you can turn the bike on, the man you’re closer to than your own father appears before you. “Where are you going?”
“Out,” You answer. He gives you a look but you don’t back down.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He advises.
“Then it’s a good thing I’m not asking for permission,” You snap. “Why don’t you go tend to daddy dearest and let me do what needs to be done?” Alfred looks even more concerned as you turn the bike on. You don’t allow yourself to feel guilty for being rude to Alfred. You have to stay focused.
You speed away from the manor and toward Gotham City. The Joker could be in a number of places but you knew who to ask to narrow down his location.
Before Jason’s death, you weren’t as ruthless as you were now. You were a happy medium between Bruce’s temperament and Jason’s. But now, you didn’t even recognize yourself anymore.
You wanted blood.
You interrogated bad guy after bad guy. You left each of them in the streets, inches from death like the scum they were. You felt no sympathy for them as they struggled to breathe. You ignored their pleas for mercy and for help as you walked to your bike to find your next target.
You were so consumed on what you were doing and your goal to find the Joker that you didn’t realize you were being watched. And Bruce wasn’t the one stalking you.
“Where’s the Joker?!” You shouted before slamming your fist into the guys face. “Tell me!” You screamed. He grunted when you resorted to breaking his rips with your foot. You kicked him before he rolled onto his back prompting you to switch to stomping on his chest.
“Oh, you poor child,” A voice sounded from the shadows. In an instant, you whip the gun you had stolen out of the thigh holster and point it into the dark blindly.
“Show yourself,” You demand. You listen to the steps before a tall man comes into the moonlight. “Who are you?” You ask.
“Someone who can help you,” Your head tilts. “You can put that gun away, it cannot harm me.” He states.
“Who. Are. You?”
“As I said, I’m someone who can help,” He says, sauntering closer to you. Your eyes narrow at him. “I know where the Joker is, I can take you to him,”
“Where is he?”
“I’ll tell you, but that information isn’t free,” He shakes his head.
“Tell me or you’ll end up like this deadbeat,” You motion to the man on the ground that’s slowly choking on his own blood. The man in front of you looks at him and smirks.
“You surely have potential... and you certainly have anger. Oh, so much anger,” He whispers coming forward. “You live on the need for vengeance. I can give it to you and so much more. All I want is to make a deal,”
“What kind of deal?” You ask, tilting your head.
“I give you the Joker, and you give me your allegiance,” He says, stepping up to the end of the barrel of the gun. If you pull the trigger, the bullet goes straight through his heart.
“My allegiance?” You ask, slowly.
“You get the chance to finally sate your need for vengeance and you work for me.”
You stare into his eyes for a few moments before lowering your gun to the holster. He smirks and scoops you into his arms. Before you can ask a question he’s running at a speed that could outmatch the Flash.
“What the fuck?” You gasp when he comes to a stop and sets you down. “You’re a metahuman?”
“Not exactly,” He smirks. “I’ll explain everything once you’re finished. Inside is the Joker along with a lot of his friends. If you survive, you’ll be an excellent addition to my collection,” He states, prior to running off.
“Who the fuck is that guy?” You mutter to yourself. Sighing, you turn towards the building. A moment later, people start coming out. Large men in suits. They stop and look at you. A few draw their weapons. You smirk. “Who’s first?”
It took you a half an hour to reach the Joker. You’re not sure if you killed anyone, although it’s highly likely that you have. By the time you reach the pale skin fucker you’re covered in blood and bruises (maybe a bullet hole or two). Some of the blood is yours but most of it isn’t.
The Joker talks. He’s taunting you. Yet, you don’t really hear what he says. As you look at him, your mind is filled with images of Jason’s dead body. You stalk closer to him.
You put your weapons away and pick up the crowbar you had found on a lower level. You had set it down in order to take care of the goons in the room quickly.
But now you had the Joker right where you wanted him. You weren’t going to make this quick. Every time you brought the crowbar down on him, he only cackled loudly. Every strike just fueled your anger.
You continued to beat him. At some point, his skull caved in but you continued to swing. You scream, tears falling down your face but you hardly notice. You just swing and swing until you collapse on the ground.
You let out one large, loud scream that echoes throughout the entire building. When you quiet down, your body curls into a tight ball and you begin to sob.
“Easy now, little one,” The inhuman man whispers, kneeling before you. “I’ll take your pain away,” He promises, picking you off the ground. “Rest now, I’ll look after you,” He whispers, racing you out of the building seconds before Batman shows up.
You don’t know how long you’re asleep, but when you wake up everything is different. You sit up from the unusually comfortable bed and look around. You don’t recognize where you are but at the moment it’s the least of your worries.
You never had absolutely perfect vision but now you’re eyes were acting like binoculars. You could see a far distance out the window and everything in clear detail that’s around you. Hell, you could even hear the cars going down the road miles from the house you’re in.
You move closer to the window but stop at the sound of the man who had taken you. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” You spin around toward him. You frown your eyebrows and look back to the window. You didn’t understand what he was warning you about.
You soon find out when you step into the sunlight and find your skin heating up until it begins to burn. You gasp and speed to the other side of the room.
“What’s happening to me?” You whisper, watching your skin begin to blister.
“Here, drink this,” He tosses you a bag. Your reflexes catch it. You want to ask what it is but your instincts take over as the smell reaches your nose. Within a minute, you have the bag drained of it’s liquid.
When your done drinking, you look at the man. He nods to your arm and your eyes widen. You see your arm heal until there’s no trace of what had happened.
“Come, we have a lot to talk about,” You follow him down the hall. “My name is Vladimir but you may know me as Dracula,”
“Dracula?” You deadpan. “For real?”
“What? You do not believe that vampires are real? Even though you are one?” You stop walking. He stops as well and turns to you. “You are the daughter of Bruce Wayne, The Batman, you should be able to connect the dots,”
The blood, the enhanced senses, the vulnerability to light. You didn’t know how it was possible, but it was true. You were a vampire. You had made a deal with the devil... But oh, was it worth it.
****
“Whe-where am I?” A pale, redhead whimpers.
“Vicki Vale,” You state from the shadows. Your voice echoes off the walls making it impossible for her to pinpoint where you are. “So, you’re the one that’s obsessed with my father,” You growled. For a long time, the woman in front of you reported on both Bruce Wayne and Batman. She wrote article after article about him.
“Who are you?” She asks, in a shaky voice.
“Oh don’t worry, it’s not me you have to worry about,” You assure her, a smirk dancing on your lips.
“Alright, Y/n, that’s enough,” Vlad says coming into the room. Vicki gasps and turns to him. “Oh, you are beautiful,” Vlad whispers. “You will work perfectly,”
“Wh-what?” She whimpers, shying away from him.
“Y/n, leave Vicki to rest in peace, we have things to discuss,” Vlad calmly orders before turning to leave the room. You come out of the shadows, smirking when you startle her.
“So, she’ll work?” You ask him, the two of you walking toward his office.
“Yes, but we must move quickly. Your father and brother are causing trouble,” He tells you. Your head tilts at the information.
“They’ve killed more of your vampires?” You ask him.
“They found a way to cure them,” Vlad corrects you. “I need you to end them. I can’t afford to lose anymore vampires and I will not let them stop me from bringing Carmilla back,” He growls.
“Don’t worry, master, I’ll stop them,” You promise.
“I don’t want you to just stop them,” Vlad says, moving closer to you. “I want them dead and I want you to bring me their bodies. Do not fail me,” He growls.
“Have I ever?” You ask, smirking.
“Be quick about it,” Vlad orders. “The sun will be up in a few hours,”
****
“Viki Vale has gone missing,” Bruce informs Dick and Tim as he enters the Batcave.
“Dracula?” Dick asks, crossing his arms in his Nightwing costume. His mask resting on the desk by Tim.
“He’s planning something. More and more people are being turned, we have to stop him before we’re too outnumbered.” Bruce says.
“Reports are coming in about a string of animal like murders in the Narrows. Fits vampire descriptions,” Tim says, reading the reports off the computer.
“Can you get a read on how many vampires there could be?” Dick asks.
“Doesn’t seem like a lot,” Tim mutters. “One, possibly two,”
“Let’s check it out,” Bruce orders. Tim nods standing up. He and Dick pull their masks on. Tim and Bruce get in the batmobile while Duke powers up the motorcycle. They both drive to the Narrows to investigate.
****
You hide in the shadows as the infamous Batman, Robin and Nightwing appear. You glare at the young Robin boy. Of course Bruce replaced Jason. It was typical for Bruce to replace someone. Fury fills your heart but you manage to control it knowing that if you waited a little longer, you would get the opportunity to unleash hell.
You didn’t want to hurt Dick. He’s your brother. But you didn’t have a choice. Vlad ordered you to kill them and that’s what you had to do. You wouldn’t necessarily take pleasure in killing your father and his newest protégé. However, you hoped that with Bruce’s death you would finally feel at peace with yourself.
You killed the Joker but your anger remained. You killed Jason’s bitch of a mother yet storm within you continued to rage. Maybe with the death of Batman you would finally know peace and tranquility. You didn’t blame Bruce for Jason’s death but you hated that he didn’t avenge him. You hated that he replaced him. That hatred mixed with your growing anger consumed you.
“This one’s still alive,” Dick announced, kneeling beside a woman. Bruce moved to kneel beside him while Tim wandered off. You smirked and followed him. You made some noise to draw him further from the others.
“You’re the new Robin, hmm?” You asked. Tim looked around. Technically, Tim wasn’t new. He had been at this for a couple of years now but you aren’t exactly up to date on the world around you. You’ve been training and isolated from the world for a long time. So, while Tim isn’t exactly new, he’s new to you.
He took a defensive stance but it wouldn’t do any good against you. You could kill him with a flick of your finger.
“We can help you,” Tim says, his eyes searching for you. “You don’t have to do this, you don’t have to be a vampire,”
“Oh, but I want to be,” You smirk, walking around him but continued to stay out of sight. Tim looks confused by your statement.
“We have a cure,” Tim states. You sneak up behind him.
“I don’t want it,” You whisper, in his ear. By the time he spins around, you’re out of sight. You grin, loving the sound of his heart hammering in his chest. “Tell me, what do you know about the Robin before you?”
“What?” Tim asks, tensing.
“You’re not Jason Todd,” You growl. Tim becomes increasingly more nervous. “So, may I know the name of his replacement?” You spit. He doesn’t answer you. “Fine, don’t answer, doesn’t matter anyway,”
Tim tenses as things fall eerily silent. He goes to fall for back up but before he can finish the first syllable he’s lifted off the ground. You hand becomes tighter and tighter around his throat.
“You’re not Jason and you will never be him,” You growl, glaring at him. Tim choke, gripping your wrist but your grip doesn’t falter. His eyes widen a fraction as he recognizes you.
All throughout the mansion there’s picture of you. Dick talks about you all the time. He knows who you are but he can’t believe it. Bruce assumed you were dead, Dick insisted you were just missing. For nearly 7 years Dick worked to find you. Almost every spare moment went into finding some clue about you but you had vanished.
“If you were,” You smirked. “You would have been able to take me down... You’re pathetic... Weak,” You bring him closer to your face. He struggles to breathe, looking even more terrified when your fangs extend. “And I’m so hungry,”
Before you can feed on him, you’re knocked to the ground. You let Tim go as you tumble away. The boy collapses on the ground, coughing and struggling to breath in.
“Has anyone ever told you not to get between a vampire and her meal?” You growled, standing up. You turn to the man who had tackled you and smirked. There, only two feet away, is your older brother.
“Y/n,” Dick whispers, his defenses falling.
“Hey, big brother,” You wink. You take advantage of his astonishment and attack. You don’t even realize it but you’re holing back. You’re not going as fast as you could nor are you striking with all your strength. Hell, you’re barely hitting him with 20% power.
“Y/n! Stop! This isn’t you!” Dick shouts but you don’t listen to him. You grab his shoulders and fling him into a nearby wall. He collapses and struggles to breath.
“I’m not you’re little sister, anymore Dickie Poo,” You say, stalking up to him. “And all you are to me is a meal,”
“Then why haven’t you killed me yet?” Dick groaned pushing himself up. You freeze for just a moment but Dick notices it.
“What can I say? I’ve always liked playing with my food,” You growled, trying to cover up your hesitance.
“You’ve always been a shit liar, sis,” Dick teases. You hiss as he stands. “You’ll always be my baby sister, you’re just more of a pain in my ass right now,” He smirks putting up his hands. “And you hit like a bitch,”
Crying out, you attack Dick once again. This time you hold back even less but you’re still not aiming to kill him. It angers you as you hear Vlad’s comment in the back of your mind. Your vampiric instincts are fighting against your humanity.
Just when you’re about to give into your inclination to follow your masters orders a batarang sinks into your arm. It snaps you out of your instinctual daze. You look at it before following it’s path. You’re eyes land on Batman. For the first time in years you stare into your fathers eyes.
Before anything can happen, something catches your attention. You turn your head and watch the sun begin to peak over the buildings. You’re out of time.
“Wait!” Dick shouts reaching for you but you’re already gone.
****
You stand in front of Vlad for a solid five minutes. Five minutes of absolute silence. Intense, awkward, silence. You barely have the strength to hold his gaze for these few minutes but know if you look away you’ll look weak.
“I told you not to fail me,” Vlad tells you.
“I underestimated the skill of-”
“You’re a vampire!” Vlad shouts. It takes everything in you to not flinch. “You have the strength of a hundred men! I could possibly forgive you not being able to defeat your father, I failed that as well. However, you couldn’t kill an 18 year-old boy? Or your older brother?” Vlad asks, walking toward you.
“My humanity got in the way,” Vlad backhands you harshly.
“Your humanity,” Vlad says slowly. “For 6 year I’ve been working so hard to perfect you and yet here you are, a disappointment.” He spits.
“I’ll make it up to you,” You promise.
“You will,” Vlad nods, walking back to his seat. “And if you fail me again. I will rip your heart out,” You bow to him. “Wait for my word in your room,”
“Yes, master,”
****
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Tim asks, his voice horas. You had bruise his throat pretty good. It was a miracle he was able to talk at all at the moment.
“If anyone is going to get through to her, it’s him,” Dick assures him. Tim presses his lips together and follows his brother into the worn down building.
“How do we know he’ll even help?” Tim wonders.
“Because it’s Y/n,” Dick answers simply. Tim glances at him but says nothing else.
“You’ve got a lot of balls to come here, Dick,” Tim and Dick spin around to face Red Hood. Tim is in a defensive stance remembering the last time they had crossed paths. Red Hood and him fought, Tim barely escaping hospital time.
“Relax,” Dick mutters to Tim.
“What are you doing here, Dick?” He asks, looking around for Batman.
“Bruce isn’t here... It’s just us,” Dick assures him. They stare at each other for a moment before he takes off his red mask. “Jason,” Dick nods. Jason ignores the greeting and walks around them to get to his stuff. “Y/n’s alive,” Jason freezes completely. “We saw her a few hours ago,”
“Where?” Jason asks, keeping his back to them.
“Have you come across any vampires?” Dick asks. Jason turns to them.
“They’ve been crawling around town like cockroaches,” Jason says.
“Y/n’s one of them,” Dick tells him. “She attacked us a few hours ago. She tried to kill us but didn’t follow through.”
“We think that she still has some humanity left,” Tim says.
“I know she’s still in there.” Dick insists. “She could have very easily killed Tim and I but she held back,” Jason looks at the bruise around Tim’s throat.
“She still mourns you,” Tim tells him. “If she knew you were alive, maybe we can get her back. If we can get her back to the mansion, we can cure her,”
****
“Everything is in place,” Vlad says. You stand in the background watching him. On the tables in the middle of the room lay two women. One is Vlad’s beloved Carmilla. The other is Viki Vale. The plan was to transfer Viki’s life essence into Carmilla to bring her back to life.
“Master,” A newly turned vampire interrupts. Vlad turns to her. “Batman, Robin and Nightwing have arrived.” Vlad snarls and turns to you.
“They must not stop the transference,” Vlad tells you.
“I will kill them once and for all master,” You vow.
“Kill the Batman, capture Robin and Nightwing. Take them to my office and keep them there,” Vlad orders. You tilt your head but nod.
“As you wish,” You bow and exit the room. You hunt down the three men but only find two of them; Dick and Tim. “I see your stubbornness has only increased with age,” You state standing at one end of the hall while they stand on the other. They look a little worn down but you can tell they still have plenty of energy.
“Guess I spent too much time around you as kids,” Dick shrugs, twirling his batons.
“You should have stayed away,” You tell them, cursing yourself for how soft your voice had gotten. Your humanity, yet again, was showing. You pushed it back and locked it in a box but the little slip up was enough to confirm to both Dick and Tim that you could still be saved.
“You’ve been gone a long time, little sister,” Dick states. “It’s time to bring you home,”
“This is home,” You hiss. Dick shakes his head.
“This is a prison,” Dick corrects you. You smirk.
“You once said the same about Wayne Manor,” You remind him. You stare at him and your eyes flicker to Tim. “Join me,” You suggest. “We can give you the power you can only dream of,” You say, stepping closer to him. “We can be a family again,” You whisper, your humanity coming up once more. You allow it, for now.
“We can be a family,” Dick agrees. You perk slightly. “When you’re cured and back at the Manor,” Your face turns sour.
“Fuck the Manor,” You spat. “Fuck Bruce and Fuck Batman,” You hiss. “You think he cares?”
“He does!” Tim snaps. You laugh.
“Where did he pick you up from?” You ask Tim. “You must have a past. Bruce never takes in anybody mentally stable,”
“We’re not talking about that right now,” Dick cuts in. “If you don’t want to go to the manor, fine. Come with me,” Dick suggests. “I have an apartment in Bludhaven. You can stay with me... It’ll be like old times,” You’re so tempted to give in.
“I can’t,” You shake your head. “This is who I am now, this is where I belong,”
“No, you belong with us,” Dick insists.
“I haven’t belonged with you in years,” You mutter but he hears it. “I’m happy to see you alive, Dick... But you really should have stayed away,” You said, your voice hardening.
“We don’t have to do this,” Dick says. He and Tim fall into a defensive stance.
“I won’t go back,” You tell him. “Not with you, not with him and certainly not with Bruce,” You growl. “Why can’t you see that you’re not worth anything to him! All you are is an expendable tool! He’ll just replace you when you’re done being useful to him,”
“That’s a lie!” Tim shouts.
“Oh really?” You ask. “Then why are you standing here? Tell me, how long did he wait to replace Jason with you?” You wonder. “You’re nothing to him and when you die, he’ll move on like he always does and not give you a second thought!”
“You’re head is twisted, Y/n! You’re blinded by hatred and anger and grief, let us help you!” Dick pleads.
“No, I don’t need your help,” You growl racing toward them. Tim and Dick put up a good fight but you were done letting your humanity control you. Before they could pull any fancy tricks like they used to stop the other vampires, you knocked them out cold. Grabbing them by their collars you drag them to Vlad’s office. You lock them inside before hunting down your father.
You find him in the transference room fighting Vlad. You quickly join your master. With the both of you fighting against Batman, you’re beginning to overpower him. Until he uses a UV light which causes you and Vlad to scream in pain. When it’s gone, you slowly begin to heal.
“No! No! No!” Vlad screams seeing Vicki has disappeared before the transference could complete. “NO!” You force yourself to a stand. You gasp when Vlad appears before you and grabs you by the throat. You struggle against him but he’s a great deal stronger than you. “I told you to kill him!” He snarls. You try to talk but he’s crushing your windpipe. “You’ve failed me for the last time,” He goes to rip your heart out when he’s pull away from you.
You fall to the ground and shake the dizziness from your head. You look up and see a grappling hook in Vlad’s chest. A man by the door holds the string and continues to pull Vlad from you until he gets his footing and yanks the man to him. You watch as Vlad throws him across the room.
“You vigilantes are a disease,” Vlad growls stalking toward him. You force yourself to stand. You feel your thirst begin to rise as your healing completes.
Fresh blood gains your attention. You turn to the door seeing Dick and Tim at the entrance. You figured you had the guy in the red mask to thank for their escape
“Ah, look at this,” Vlad claps his hands. “A family reunion,” The red mask guy pushes himself up, grimacing at the pain in his back. “If you want another chance to live, Y/n,” Vlad turns toward you. “I want you to kill your brothers,”
You turn to Dick and Tim. They’re eyeing you as you eye them. The human voice in your head gets smaller and smaller as your animal instincts and need for blood overcome you.
“Kill them,” Vlad orders. Unable to fight his order, you advance to Dick. You stop when a clunk of stone is throne at your head. It doesn’t hurt you but it gets your attention. Your head snaps to the red mask guy with a growl.
“You on your period or something sis?” Your entire body freezes at the sound of his voice. No, it’s not possible. “You know how you get during that time of the month... I swear you turn into a fucking gremlin,” He raises his hands and takes the mask off. “Or, I guess, in this case a vampire,” Jason smirks.
“No,” You whisper shaking your head. “It’s not possible... You... you’re dead,”
“Didn’t stick,” He shrugs with that arrogant smirk of his. “Amazing what a Lazarus pit can do, huh?” Your breath hitches in your throat. It was possible.
“Y/n,” Vlad says regaining your attention instantly. “Kill. Them.” Your humanity vanished. With a hiss, you turn to attack Jason when Dick’s voice reaches your ears.
“You’re not expendable,” Dick states. You don’t look at him but it’s obvious you’re listening. “You mean so much more to us. We’re here for you and we’re not leaving without you. You’re one of us, not this creature he’s turned you in,”
“You know how much I hate agree with Dickwad,” Jason chuckles. “But on this, I do. Look, we’ve both changed over the years and that’s fine but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re brothers and you’re our sister. You went against father and killed the Joker for me. You beat the shit out of that one girl that cheated on Dick. You’ve stood up against Bruce for both of us on more than one occasion. You’ve always been there but now we’re here for you. It’s time to come home. Come with us,”
“Kill them!” Vlad shouts. Your eyes screw shut as you struggle between obeying Vlad and listening to your brothers. Realization hits Tim like a freight train.
“Don’t listen to him!” Tim encourages you. It finally made sense. All the vampires they came across were unnaturally loyal to Dracula. It was like they had forgotten their human lives and followed him. He figured it was just instinct but it was something more than that. Vampires were connected to their creator, Dracula, on a level they had severely underestimated. Tim theorized that Dracula had gotten to you, changed you, and manipulated/forced you to follow him. You had to follow his orders but that didn’t mean you wanted to.
You showed multiple signs of humanity. Dick and Jason were you’re anchors to your human side. If you could fight against Dracula’s orders then you could sever the connection. If that happened, getting you back to the manor and cured would be much easier.
“He’s the one who doesn’t care! He’s the one who believes you’re expendable, not us! We care about you, we’ll help you but you have to break his hold over you!” Tim said as clearly but as quickly as he could.
“Shut up!” Vlad shouted turning toward him. Before he could attack, Jason launches a wooden stake at him. It doesn’t kill him but it knocks them to the ground. “Kill them, Y/n! Kill them right now!”
You groan. Your hands grip your hair and begin to pull. You felt as if your head was being torn apart. You fall to your knees. A large part of you wanted to kill them, needed to kill them. Yet a big enough part of you didn’t.
“Y/n,” Jason says, softly. He slowly knelt a few feet in front of you.
“Kill me,” You whimper, looking into his eyes. “I can’t hold myself back for long,”
“You can,” Jason encourages you. “You’re not going to hurt me, Dick or Tiny Tim,” Tim scowls but remains silent. “You’re Y/n Y/L/N. You were turned when you were 18 years old but you’re 24. You’re favorite food is y/f/f and your favorite show is y/f/s. You always let me sneak into your room if I was having trouble sleeping and you always helped me through the bad days just like I did for you. We look after each other, we have since we met each other. That didn’t stop when I died and it isn’t going to stop since you’re a vampire,”
In the corner of your eye you see Dick and Tim going to end Vlad. Something within you snaps. You snarl and before you know it you’re protecting your master. Before you can reach Dick and Tim, something pierces your shoulder. You look down to see a similar grappling hook hooked into you.
You gasp as Jason yank you back. You snarl and struggle but Jason is able to fight against you allowing Dick and Tim to destroy your master.
“No! NO!” You scream. The pain of your bond to Dracula is excoriating. You scream and writhe on the ground.
“It’s alright sis,” Jason whispers, knocking you out with a special tool they used on all the other vampires. “You’re safe now,” He whispers picking you up. “How do we cure her?”
“We have a serum at the manor,” Tim says,
“Bring it to my place,” Jason ordered. Tim goes to argue but Dick lays a hand on his shoulder. Dick nods and Jason nods back.
****
When you wake up you have the worst hangover known to man. You groan, your hand slapping your forehead. You try to think about what could have given you this feeling but you get nothing. Until everything comes rushing back to you a minute later.
All the killings, Dracula and the whole vampire ordeal hardly phases you. What makes your heart quench is the man you saw before you passed out.
“Jason!” You cry out, sitting up quickly. The motion causes you to groan again.
“Easy, easy,” You’re gently pushed back onto the bed. “Welcome back to the land of the living,” Opening your eyes, you look at Jason. You really look at him. He still has that spark, that anger in his eyes but there’s also relief and happiness. You lift your hand and gently caress his face. He leans into your touch.
“You’re real,” You whisper.
“Yeah, I’m real,” He whispers, tears coming to his eyes. “I thought I lost you there for a second,” He laughs.
“I did lose you,” You whimper.
“I know, I’m so sorry,” Jason gently pushes you over and climbs into the bed. You instantly hug him with all your might. “I’m here now and I won’t be leaving your side for a damn long time,”
“You saved me,” You whisper. “You, Dick and Tim,” You whimper the tears coming down your face.
“You just got a little lost for a while,” Jason muttered. “You would do the same if any one of us was in your position,” You nod, snuggling into his chest. He rubs circles into your back. “Everything’s going to be ok, now... You’re cured, Dracula’s dead and you’re with me,”
“Can I stay with you?” You whisper, looking up at him.
“I thought I told you that you weren’t leaving my side for a long time,” Jason smirks. “We have 6 years to catch up on and I need my big sis to keep my head on straight,”
“I need you too, Jason...” You whisper. “God, do I need you,” You snuggle back into his chest. He kisses the top of your head and holds you even tighter. “I was so lost without you,”
“Shh.. You don’t have to worry about living without me again,” Jason promises.
“Good... Because next time, you die I die,” Jason smirks.
“We’re going to be one kick ass team,” Jason mutters. You grin closing your eyes. The both of you got the first real sleep you had since Jason died.
#Jason Todd#Dick Grayson#Richard Grayson#Robin#Batman#Nightwing#Red Hood#Tim Drake#Jason Todd x Reader#Dick Grayson x Reader#Tim Drake x Reader#Jason Todd x Female!reader#Dick Grayson x Female!reader#Tim Drake x Female!reader#x fem!reader#x female reader#female!reader#Vampire#x platonic!reader#platonic!reader#DC Comics#dc universe#Dracula#Joker#x sister!reader#Wayne!reader
226 notes
·
View notes
Text
It’s Cold in Here Part 12
Hi everyone! Here is Part 12 and I hope you all enjoy! Stay safe! 😘
WARNINGS: Language and violence.
Stone cold. Ice Queen. A beautiful dead corpse is all I see when I stare at my reflection in the mirror. The midnight blue off the shoulder long formal dress I’m wearing is worth more than my apartment. The diamond belt around my waist is something I’ve never dreamt of wearing. The two slits above my thighs is something I’ve absolutely never dreamed of showing before.
I didn’t pick out the dress. Alfred had delivered it to my apartment this morning.
A hairstylist and makeup artist that Bruce had hired had come by just three hours ago to do my hair and makeup. My long hair is pinned up in a beautifully bun, and two long strands of my hair are let down, and frame my face nicely.
My makeup is natural looking. I’m grateful the lovely woman had noticed my discomfort and decided against the heavy makeup, and instead had given me natural look.
After she had left, I remained in my bathroom in a frozen, unsure state. On the counter lies a large jewelry box from Dick, with a note I hadn’t exactly looked at.
I inhale sharply and gaze down at the note.
Wear this jewelry with the new dress. You’ll look stunning. Love, Dick.
I can feel my chest ache with nerves and uncertainty. Opening the jewelry box, I’m instantly shocked to see a gorgeous diamond choker, two large diamond stud earrings, and a simple diamond and sapphire bracelet.
I don’t want to wear any of it. I already feel guilty enough to have to go to Bruce’s gala tonight. And even worse...
Accepting Dick’s marriage proposal.
I slip on the jewelry and finally look into the mirror with my head up high. I notice that I look exactly like the girls Dick used to date back then. The kind of girls I would never become.
A gold digger.
Eye candy.
Fame seeker.
I’m aware that I’m starting to slowly lose myself to Dick. After that awful night of him forcing me to do sexual acts with him, I notice he’s become more distant than I was. We haven’t even spoke since; only text messaging and having Alfred be the messenger between us.
Poor Alfred...he has absolutely no clue of what’s happening between me and Dick. I know for a fact that Dick must have lied to him. Dick must have told Alfred he’s nervous about proposing to me or something.
The thought of Dick manipulating everyone makes me wonder how far and long he’s willing to go just to save his face and reputation. Would he even manipulate Bruce?
If Bruce truly believed our “engagement” was real, then he would surely be fooled like everyone else. And then that would be very humiliating and disappointing for the detective; the so called Dark Knight.
I slip on my black high heels and force myself to head to the living room to wait for Alfred to pick me up. I mentally scold myself to get my shit together just to get through the night. But it’s obviously hard to put on a brave face when all I want to do is lie in bed and ugly cry all day and night.
No one will ever understand what is going on between me and Dick.
My best friends Artemis and Zatanna.
The Batfamily.
Justice League.
All of Gotham.
Jason.
I can feel the tears burning behind my eyes just thinking about him. Jason Todd. He was my last hope. The night I tried calling him to come help me was a failure.
He was supposed to break free from whatever Mad Hatter did to him.
He was supposed to help me figure out how to end Deathstroke’d evil bullshit.
He was supposed to save me from Dick Grayson.
Jason was supposed to be my hero.
My doorbell rings, interrupting my thoughts as well as bringing me back to the harsh reality. I grab my black clutch that holds my cell phone and surprisingly hides my knife.
Just in case...
Alfred smiles at me the second I open the door. “I must say, you are an absolute beauty tonight. I’ll have to fight off men for you, Miss Y/N. Are you ready to leave?”
“Thank you Alfred. And yes, I’m ready please,” I say, stepping out and locking up the front door before Alfred escorts me to the elevators.
I’m grateful that Alfred keeps to himself most of the time. He keeps a space between us until we reach outside; the dark gloomy sky of Gotham sends a shiver down my bare back. I immediately regret not getting my white shawl to cover my shoulders. Alfred guides me to the limo and opens the back door for me to climb in.
“Master Dick is already at the gala. He said he’ll meet us out front for the red carpet pictures.”
I want to scoff. But instead I respond as nicely as I can. “Okay, thank you.”
My cell phone rings. I quickly open my clutch and tense up when I see the unknown number.
Deathstroke.
I look at the unread text message.
You better make sure you accept his proposal, Y/N. You’ll have to see it through if you and Dick want to live.
I can feel myself choking up from just the fear of this text message. Before I could even think or really do anything, the limo stops. We’re here.
Alfred opens my door and holds a hand out for me to grab onto. “Here we are, Miss Y/N,” he says with a gentle smile.
“Thank you, Alfred,” I say, with a small smile.
Alfred helps me out of the limo and as soon as he releases me, the paparazzi surround me. I’m forced to shield my eyes with a hand from what feels like a hundred cameras flashing at me. A hand grabs my wrist and I’m pulled closely to a warm, tall body. I look up and see Dick Grayson.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Dick asks, kissing my forehead, smiling down at me, pretending to be my loving concerned boyfriend.
I’m frozen from the affection but it doesn’t last long as Dick leads me inside the humongous building that’s holding Bruce’s gala.
I’m completely dazed from the million lights shining down on us when we enter the room. The ballroom is like a dream; marble flooring and exquisite art and statues surround everywhere. Men and women are dressed to the nines.
I even spot some Justice League members in disguise. Clark, Diana, Oliver, and Dinah are here and dressed so good.
I even spot Artemis with Conner and Zatanna with Tim, and even Damian, who are clearly shocked to see me here and with Dick.
I don’t blame them for being surprised as hell considering I’ve been MIA since...the last time they saw me or even spoke to me.
I frown and try to pull away from Dick’s strong grip to go speak to my friends, but he only tightens his hold on me.
My gaze shifts over to where bachelor and striking Bruce is standing in front of a tall man and blonde woman. My heart suddenly stops when I see Jason, handsome and sexy as ever in an all black suit with Isabel on his arm. He turns around and notices I’m staring at him. I expect him to glare at me or even give me a weird look since he clearly doesn’t remember me because of Mad Hatter.
But Jason doesn’t. He actually looks...confused.
I notice his dark hair is gelled but the messy spikiness is there. Possibly from running a hand through it. I automatically want to run my hand through his hair. I even want to hug him. I want to kiss him.
I want him.
I want Jason.
Dick practically drags me to the stage where he lowers his head to look me straight in the eyes.
“It’s going to happen right now. I can’t wait any longer,” Dick admits.
I swallow hard. “Okay, but could we talk about this first? Please?”
Dick shakes his head. Is he really going to ignore and pretend that this is all real? “It’s happening. I’m...I’m going to ask you to marry me. You’re going to say yes. You’re going to kiss me. And-and we’re going to live happily after. Do you understand?” he snaps, barely quiet enough for others to not hear.
My eyes glance over at Jason, who blinks a few times and looks all around himself and appears to be more aware. He turns to Isabel and he becomes angry; startling her and Bruce, and even others around them.
I look back to Dick, but I suddenly gasp in shock when I see Wally entering the gala in a suit. He stops walking as soon as he sees me and Dick closely together.
This is wrong.
I can’t say yes to Dick.
I can’t do this to Jason and Wally. This isn’t fair to them.
Wally loves Dick.
And I love Jason.
And the thought of saying yes to Dick makes me feel guilty because I don’t want to marry him.
I can’t lie.
I can’t pretend anymore.
I can’t do this.
We’ll find a way to stop Deathstroke. We’ll find a way to help Dick.
Dick stares down at me. His blue eyes are burning into mine. He looks pissed at me. He looks like he hates every single part of me. He sees me as his enemy.
But he can’t or won’t see how this is killing me.
“I...can’t. I can’t say yes and I can’t marry you,” I confess quietly. “I’m sorry.”
I notice Dick’s hand is squeezing my wrist tighter. The pain he’s causing me makes me wince and whimper in pain. His other hand is digging into his pocket and he reveals a small black jewelry box.
From the corner of my eye, I can see Jason, Bruce, and Wally approaching us with concerned looks.
Dick lowers his face closer to whisper in my ear. “You’re going to say yes to me, you fucking selfish bitch. I don’t give a shit about what you want or don’t want. You better say yes, and you better be my wife before I make your life a living nightmare,” he threatens quietly before he chuckles darkly. “Just like your past nightmare with Daddy Dearest.”
My eyes widen in horror when Dick mentions my stepfather; the man who emotionally and physically hurt me with sexual abuse. I lower my eyes to the floor. I know this has to be the final straw. Dick has crossed a line that I don’t even think he could take back or make it right.
I force myself to look back up at Dick but my attention is taken away from him and is now on the sky roof. Across the way on another building stands Deathstroke, who has his gun aimed directly at Dick’s back.
Oh my fucking God. Deathstroke is going to shoot and kill Dick!
Deathstroke knows I said no. He knows I’m not going to accept Dick’s marriage proposal. He knows I’m not going to do what he wants me to do.
I have to do something. I realize I have a choice. I know what I have to do.
And if I die, at least I die knowing I did care and love for Dick Grayson.
Even if he doesn’t love me back.
I follow my instincts that I was trained to act on. Without a second thought, I jump in front of Dick; allowing the faster-than-fuck killing bullet to pierce through my flesh at my right shoulder.
It burns. It’s making me bleed. It hurts like fuck.
I fall back onto Dick. He catches me and we crash to the floor. I can feel him sit up and gasp loudly in panic when he sees I’ve been shot and am bleeding.
“No...no!” Dick cries out. He puts his hands on the seeping wound and puts pressure on it.
Through the stinging pain, I can see everyone around us is frozen and staring in fear at the window where the bullet came from. I follow their stares and notice what they’re looking at.
Deathstroke is on the roof across the way. Everyone sees his gun is aimed right at the building. He shot me.
He waves at me and shoots his grapple gun to come straight at us.
#dc comics#jason todd x reader#jason todd x y/n#batman#jason todd#dick grayson#red hood#dick grayson x y/n#dick grayson x reader
78 notes
·
View notes
Text
Weren’t Meant To Be
So ummm... surprise???
I wanted to write more Male!MarinttexDamian, but ended up world building... enjoy!
-
Tag: @theatreandcomicfreak @damianette-is-life @toodaloo-kangaroo @elijahcrevan
-
Context and Background: This is in the same timeline as ‘Beloved’. Lila is a good child here and kinda replaces Mar in canon (she’s Alya’s Bestie despite having transferred on their second to last year of lycee). Marcel and Alya are close friends, but aren’t best friends, so I’d like to think that since they aren’t that close, it’s easier for Alya to be more persistent with her ideas and plans.
Wait...Lila replacing Mar in canon, so who is Mar in this timeline? Marcel is still similar to canon, beloved by all but replaces Adrien in the sense that the entire school and community knows him because of his tallness (and handsome features even though he’s oblivious to it).
-
AO3
-
“Just give her a chance, Marcel.” Alya pleaded, looking back at their classmate, her bestie. Thinking that Alya had caught her staring at Marcel, Lila looked away, a prominent blush on her face. Alya grinned. “She’s head-over-heels for-”
“I already told you.” Marcel huffed, looking at the weapon in front of her- the ray Joker had used in his latest attack on Gotham. “There’s already someone I like.”
It was their last year at DuPont, the senior class settling on touring the US as their senior trip. Their last stop: Hall of Justice situated in Washington DC.
Alya remembered when she had introduced Lila to Marcel. They had hit off pretty well, Marcel taking an interest in Lila when Alya had proposed the idea of Lila helping Marcel model for his brand.
He was short a model and needed one asap. Who better than Lila?
While Lila had no trouble having to wear makeup for the photo shoots, her two strands of hair and straight bangs already framed her face beautifully. Her olive complexion and green eyes made her stand out more than Marcel’s other models. (No offense Juleka.) And the bun? Made her even cuter!
Alya had planned on getting her two friends to become more than friends through Lila modeling for Marcel, but it never got farther than that.
Marcel never picked up on Lila’s advances, her feelings, always remaining professional with the girl, much to Lila and Alya’s dismay.
It’s been two years since the two have met and Alya wasn’t going to let her efforts go in vain. This trip was Alya’s chance (out of many) to try and get the two together...hopefully.
“Yeah, yeah. Imaginary boyfriend - Damian.” Alya sighed, noting that this was the umpteenth time Marcel had used that excuse. He’s been using it since a year ago. “Why are you so insistent that you’re seeing someone? Is it some kind of tactic? Do you really hate Lila that much?”
“He’s not imaginary.” Marcel sighed, now going to see the next weapon. “He’s an actual person, whether you want to believe it or not. And no, I would never stoop that low just to make someone leave me alone. Besides, it’s my love life. I should be able to decide on who to like, not someone who doesn’t know my heart.”
At hearing her friend’s words, Alya frowned before storming off to join Lila and Nino.
“Seriously. I can’t believe him sometimes.” Alya muttered, crossing her arms as she stood next to Nino.
“Believe what?” Nino asked, wondering what was going on between his two friends. Despite the fact that the two were good friends, Nino sometimes couldn’t help but notice their differences. “Why’s Mar-“
“Because I asked him about his boyfriend.”
“He has someone?” Lila asks, Nino and Alga seeing her face drop from her earlier mood. “Marcel has someone…he likes?”
“What? No! Of course not!” Alya attempted to cheer up. “Marcel keeps saying that he’s seeing someone, but I’m pretty sure he’s just saying that because he’s too shy to admit his true feelings.”
“Do you really think Marcel would do something like that?” Nino defended his childhood friend, completely knowing who Alya was talking about. “We both know he would never do-”
“He wouldn’t, but he’s so infuriating!” Alya wanted to scream, instead settling for pulling at her hair. “Like seriously! Would it hurt him to give Lila one glance? Because from the looks of it, it would!”
“What if he’s telling the truth? What if he is dating someone?” Nino asked, watching Alya’s face harden. “How do you think his boyfriend will feel when he finds out or sees his partner on a date with someone else? I know how I’d feel if I found out you went on a date with someone else: pissed.”
Alya took a deep breath from her boyfriend’s words, looking over at Lila.
Her bestie was on the verge of crying, her lips trembling.
“Okay, fine. Let’s say he really does have someone.” Alya continued the instigation. “Then why haven’t we met him? Why haven’t we gotten a single piece of evidence that this guy does indeed exist?”
“Maybe Marcel is doing it because of the person Damian might be.” Nino defended. “Maybe Damian doesn’t want their relationship to be-”
“What kind of person wouldn’t want-” Alya cut off, only to be cut off herself when she heard Marcel’s squeal echo throughout the building.
The trio quickly went over to where Marcel’s squeal originated from, quickly hiding behind a statue when Alya saw the scene in front of them.
There’s no way...
“I-Is that who I think it is?” Nino asked, hoping he wasn’t dreaming.
“That’s Clark Kent from the Daily Planet.” Alya whispered, wondering how Marcel found them. Although the bigger question was, how was Marcel conversing with them as if they’d known each other for a very long time?
And if they knew each other, why didn’t Marcel introduce him to her?
Weren’t they friends?
“But who’s that behind him?” Lila asked, pointing over to a large group behind them.
“Holy shit.” Nino cursed, knowing it was worth saying it this one time. “That’s, no. Those-”
“Wayne. They’re Wayne’s.” Alya finished, gawking at the sight of all the Waynes in one place.
There was the eldest child, Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson, talking with his other brothers: Timothy Jackson Drake and Jason Peter Todd. Right behind them was Stephanie with Cassandra, Duke -the recent addition to the family- at the end of the mob, his face glued to his phone. But at the front?
Leading the family was Bruce Wayne himself, smiling when he saw Marcel talking with Kent.
The trio watched as Marcel straightened up and quickly turned his head, a grin appearing on his face when he saw the Waynes, quickly jogging up to Bruce. Alya watched as the two conversed, watching as other members of the family quickly noticed him and circled around Marcel to talk to him.
“Come on, we have to get closer.” Alya insisted, already pulling Lila with her.
“Alya, I don’t think we should-” Nino started.
“Are you with us or not?” Alya hissed, wanting to get closer to the group. She could barely hear them, not wanting to miss the possible explanation as to why Marcel knew them.
With a sigh, Nino looked at his girlfriend before turning around and leaving them, shocking her.
‘Fine! Have it your way!’ Alya wanted to scream, but knew that would blow her cover.
With Lila entail, she got as close as she could, Alya signaling Lila to keep as quiet as she could.
“-class trip? You could’ve given us a heads up, Red!” Alya heard Grayson exclaim, watching as he ruffled Marcel’s hair.
“Hey! It took an hour to get it this neat!”
“See! He gets it!” Jason exclaimed, pulling out the hair tie from the mess of hair and promptly redid Marcel’s half bun with ease. “Guys with short hair will never understand.” Jason said, Marcel voicing a ‘Ditto’ while Tim and Dick glared at them while the girls simply cleared their throats. “Well, you guys at least understand why we have to get up an hour earlier to get ready for the day.”
“By the way, where’s Damian?” Alya heard Marcel ask, feeling Lila’s grasp in her hand tighten. Alya glanced at her before completely looking over to her friend.
Lila’s face was blank, but her eyes said it all. She didn’t even need to see the tear spooling in Lila’s eyes to see what she felt.
She was scared.
“Demon spawn? Last time I checked on him, he was talking to Jon.”
“Jon’s here?!” Marcel exclaimed, looking over to Clark. “Uncle Clark! You didn’t tell me Jon was here!”
“I didn’t? Must have slipped my mind.” Clark said, whispering that last line.
“Did someone call for me?” Alya watched as this Jon came into view, watching as Marcel grinned.
“Jon!” Marcel smiled, running to the boy and hugging him. “It’s been so long!”
“We literally saw each other over spring break!” Jon chirped, effortlessly prying himself from Marcel’s grasp.
“But that was months ago!”
Alya watched as someone else made their way to the group, her eyes widening as she recognized their face.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She whispered, replaying Nino’s words from earlier.
“Maybe Marcel is doing it because of the person Damian might be. Maybe Damian doesn’t want their relationship to be-”
-known. For it to be a secret.
Alya cursed herself.
It all made sense now.
The reason why Marcel couldn’t introduce Damian to them? He was a Wayne, people who loved to keep their life a secret.
“Jon, I already told you various times, but why must you...“ the youngest Wayne started, only for his words to trail when his eyes locked onto Marcel.
Alya watched as Marcel slowly turned to look at the youngest Wayne, his mouth gaping a bit.
“Damian.” He spoke, Alya watching as he took a single step forward.
“Habibi.” Damian replied. “What-“
“Damian!” Marcel exclaimed, running to Damian, scooping him into and hug before taking a step back and cupping Damian’s face. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Alya watched as Damian’s face softened, his eyes filling with adoration.
“As have I.” Damian replied, having tip-toed to kiss Marcel, using his hand to bring Marcel closer to him.
Alya watched as the two parted, the family grinning at the lovebird’s gesture.
“S-So he did...he did have someone he li-liked.” Lila whispered, her voice cracking.
She hated this feeling. She hated the blurring of her vision and the pain in her chest. She hated the ever so growing lump in her throat.
“I suggest you set your eyes on someone else.” Marcel told her as she measured her arm. “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”
Why didn’t she heed his advice? Maybe because she thought he was just being sweet? Maybe because she was in denial?
Doesn’t matter. Clearly, they weren’t meant to be...
Lila quickly left the scene, Alya debating on whether to follow her bestie or stay to listen.
What kind of question was that?
Alya chased after her friend, missing the moment Marcel, Clark and the rest of the Waynes disappeared behind the door that only Justice League members were allowed to go through.
256 notes
·
View notes
Text
Marble Hornets and Flashlight eyes.
I finally got this thing finished! I know that there isn’t a very good description of Flashlight eyes here, as this assumes that the reader s familiar with her. If not, she’s the ghost that I have encountered, and I’ve written this upon request for my lovely anon. I hope you enjoy!
Jay was starting to think this was a bad idea. The three of them, him, Tim, and Brian, were all following Alex deeper into the woods so he could get the night scene he wanted. Was it even in the script? Jay didn't think so, but ever since Alex's mental state had begun to deteriorate, lots of unexpected things had happened.
So when Alex announced that they would be trekking through the woods to the abandoned hospital at night nobody was too surprised. Jay had tried to tell him that maybe they should work it into the script first, but Alex had gotten angry, and yelled that he didn't know anything since he was just the script supervisor and Alex was the one who wrote the damn thing.
Jay didn't even want to come in the first place, but Seth had declared that he refused to go, and Jay was apparently the backup camera person. Even now, when they were just walking in silence, Alex stomping ahead angrily Jay had to film. He didn't understand why though, there was no way they would ever use this footage, it was too dark to see anything on camera anyways. Yet he didn't turn the camera off.
As they got closer to the sight, Jay began to feel uneasy. He blamed it on his nerves. He would be fine, he told himself. They had been here before and nothing bad had ever happened. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
As they stepped into the clearing, Jay shivered. The lighting was better here, as the moon was almost full, casting the long abandoned building in an eerie light. The building looked empty, windows where glass had once stood black squares.
Jay shifted nervously, then realized that the others hadn't stopped walking and were far ahead.
“What are you doing? Stop lagging!”
Alex called out to him.
“Sorry, I thought it might make a good B roll for the film.”
It wasn't the best excuse, but he didn't have one. He didn't actually know why he had stopped.
“Well we can't use it now.”
Alex grumbled irritably as Jay caught up.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t do it again.”
Jay nodded but Alex already had his back turned to him. Tim and Brian glanced at each other, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. Alex had been acting more and more erratic as time went by, and to say that they were worried was an understatement.
Sure, he could be stubborn at times, but he wasn’t acting like himself. He had grown more demanding, and as his temper grew shorter, it seemed that everything they did was wrong.
In part, it was why Seth hadn’t come, Jay was sure, and Sarah was “Sick.”
“Fine,”
Alex had grumbled at her,
“We didn’t need you anyways.”
It had seemed more than a little odd, but since none of them had any clue why they were here in the first place they couldn’t argue.
Glass crunched beneath their feet as they entered, their bodies casting long shadows across the concrete floor. The dim lighting played tricks on the eyes, causing the graffiti to take on new life, shadows and monsters seeming to leap off the walls.
They all grabbed their flashlights, and Jay swept the camera around the room. He was pretty sure he had been here once before, but the place felt different at nighttime, more ominous.
“Alex, we might want to come back tomorrow.”
Tim cautioned,
“This place isn’t the safest, I doubt it’s still structurally sound, and we can’t see what we’re doing very well.”
Brian nodded,
“I’m not exactly keen on falling through the floor,”
he grinned, trying to lighten the mood,
“The movie will be pretty hard to film if I can’t walk.”
Alex barley glanced back, moving down the hall, further into the shadows.
“It’s fine.”
He turned a corner, and the three of them hurried after him. It was dangerous, and none of them wanted to be here, but they didn’t want to leave Alex here alone. After all, he was their friend, Jay reasoned, and friends don’t let each other get hurt, right?
They turned the corner, but Alex was nowhere in sight.
“Alex?”
Tim’s voice echoed, but no response came. He walked forward, hesitant, slowly sweeping the beam of his flashlight around the corridor. Jay and Brian followed, Jay noticed that his arm was shaking. It’ll probably mess up the footage and Alex will yell at me, he thought, though we can’t film if we can’t find Alex.
Suddenly, Tim stopped, his body rigid.
“Tim? Are you o-”
Before Brian could finish his sentence, Tim had charged down the hall, and a minute later they heard the clanging of metal stairs. Brain ran after him, calling his name, and Jay had no choice but to follow.
He vaguely wondered what had caused the sudden shift in Tim’s mood, but the way Brian was yelling worried him. He didn’t know Tim very well, but he seemed nice enough, if a little strange. He was Brian’s friend, which made him think that something was very, very wrong.
Unfortunately, when he reached the stairs, they were both gone. He looked up, his flashlight not doing much to illuminate the shadowy staircase, only to see a figure on the second floor. He called out to it,
“Tim? Brian? Alex?”
But he was met with silence. He ran up the stairs after the figure, it didn’t look like his friends, but he had only seen it for a second, and there wasn’t much light for him to see by.
As he got to the second floor, he tripped on the last step. He cursed as he felt debris dig into his knee, and he dropped the camera, using his hands to brace himself. The flashlight rolled, and before he could stop it, it tipped over the edge of the stairs, falling, only to reach the ground with the sound of breaking glass. The light went dark.
Jay scrambled to reach the camera, and he felt something warm and sticky smear across the surface. A metallic tang filled his nose, and he realized that his hands were bleeding. Alex is going to kill me for getting blood on his camera. He thought to himself as he stood up shakily.
He checked the camera, and groaned when he saw that the lens had cracked, but at least it still seemed to work. As he looked around, he noticed a spot of yellowy light at the end of the hall. He ran towards it, relieved. He’d prefer to run into Tim or Brian over Alex, but he’d take getting yelled at over being in this creepy place any day.
However, as soon as he saw the source of the light he regretted it. He stumbled backwards, his mouth gasping for air, trying to scream as the putrid stench of death filled the air, mixed with decay and rot.
He coughed, choking on something in his lungs, but he had no idea what it was. He needed to get away, he ran, but in his panic he had gotten turned away from the stairs, and was now lost among the twisting corridors.
He stopped, gasping for breath. He had no idea where he was, and in the darkness, lost, and without his flashlight, he suddenly felt exposed. He wished that he had thought to bring something to protect himself.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of his neck prickled, and he didn’t have to turn around to know that whatever he had seen was behind him. He expected to hear something, the shuffling of clothing, or ragged breathing, but somehow the silence was even worse. He felt the urge to turn, to confront it, prove that he wasn’t afraid, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
That was all that he remembered, everything else was a blur. Later, re-watching the grainy footage would reveal that he had stumbled around the building for what must have been hours, tripping, falling, coughing. Much of the audio would be distorted, and the few images that the camera did manage to pick up in the darkness would glitch.
Another figure, one Jay did not recall seeing, this one tall and faceless, made an appearance at the edge of the frame a few times as well.
From what he could gather from the footage that was salvageable, he had found Tim, and while Jay had wanted to leave, Tim insisted that they look for Brian. He was nowhere to be found. They searched the building from top to bottom, Tim seemed to have an uncanny way of knowing each nook and cranny, but he was gone.
They didn’t find Alex either. In fact, they later questioned if there had even been anything to film in the first place. Even more strange, Alex refused to talk about whatever had happened, and they never saw a script for a night scene at the old hospital.
The image of the apparition haunted Jay’s dreams, and he could have sworn that it brought about misfortune. He would never tell the others, they would call him crazy, but after that night, he was never able to sleep soundly. He almost felt like there was a clock in his brain, counting down the seconds until he would meet the thing again, forever sealing his fate.
#marble hornets#story#mine#my writing#my style#jay merrick#tim wright#brian thomas#alex kralie#writing#anon request#request#flashlight eyes
12 notes
·
View notes
Text
Trust || Part I
Brian Thomas/Hoodie x Reader
* * *
Based on yet another dream that I had. What’s with me and getting inspired by weird creepypasta dreams?
* * *
"Babe it's getting too risky," You said, glancing up at the flickering light of the hotel hallway.
The voice on the end of the line protested, trying to hide a slight whine.
"I know, but I'm traveling with them now. They'll notice if I'm-"
"You're what?!"
"Do you want them to trust me enough to give you info or not?" You hissed, sparing a moment to glance into the darkroom of the hotel where Jay and Tim peacefully slept. You whipped your head back into the hallway, "Tim is already getting suspicious enough of me as it is, especially when he caught me looking through his bag."
"It's just once, once out of three months."
You leaned against the cheap yellow-stained wallpaper and closed your eyes for a few moments, "Okay, I'll meet you there in a couple of days."
"Love you."
___
It was hard to think up of an excuse the following days. Even Tim has stopped his late-night disappearances for smokes, or so he says. One reason you thought of, was that we wanted to watch you while he pretended to slumber.
You also had to find another excuse, this time, one for Brian. You know he misses you, but all it takes is to get your ass chewed out one time and it's over.
But hopefully, this will pacify him long enough until you can separate from the two.
You slipped away one morning, making sure Tim and Jay's breathing was steady and quiet before leaving the room. The hotel was empty, you noted, as you left through the steel doors. Everyone was sleeping. It was a cold, summer's morning with dew coating the grass that you had to tread through to get to your car.
No one was really out early on the weekends, so there was no delay traveling to Rosswood Park. Well, it wasn't Rosswood, it was just an extension of the forest. Nothing that the park itself owned. You could tell by how much litter and graffiti decorated the trees as soon as you stepped off of the boundaries of the path.
You could see the building from here, the one that Brian said to meet in. He couldn't just make it easy for you and meet behind a Wendy's somewhere.
It'd be safer than walking alone in a forest and without the risk of falling through any weak flooring of abandoned schools, or whatever this place was. You paused at the tree line circling the building for any sign of your boyfriend.
A hooded figure peeking over a broken window sill eased your worries. But what was with the mask?
The smell inside was nauseating, a mixture of dead animal and toxic paint. You climbed up the rickety metal stairs and your footsteps echoed off of them like hammers on nails. But you nearly fell down them when you caught a person from the corner of your eye.
"Jesus Christ, Brian." You managed a nervous chuckle, wondering if that was actually Brian under there. As soon as you turned off the steps, one of his large hands grabbed your waist, a little too roughly for your liking, but you'll take it.
To your relief, you recognized the dirty blonde stubble decorating his jawline before he kissed you. A taste that you almost forgot. And Lord, his scent. He still smells the same as the day he left. His lips danced with yours eagerly as your arms wrapped around his neck. Brian reacted with a playful growl and pressed your body closer to his. He wanted to feel all of you, it's been too long. It was dangerous, yes, but he was not the one willing to put you into this situation. But he's content with seeing you, feeling you, kissing you, even if it's only for a few short moments.
You had to stop a soft whine from leaving you with Brian's lips. But they quickly reunited with your forehead. You rubbed your face into his favorite hoodie, enjoying the silence, the moment of peace in these anxious times.
"I love you so much, and I'm sorry." He whispered. His facial hair scratched your temple when he repositioned his head against yours. He always forgot how tall he actually is until he has you in his arms.
"There's no need to be sorry, B." You pulled away slightly, pulling your arms from around his torso to rest them on his biceps. Jesus, his biceps? Were they always so big, or was it your memory playing tricks on you? What has he been doing?
"No, I-I am." He glanced, or at least what looked like one, from your eyes to your arms on his. Brian was still wearing the mask over his eyes. He must've known you were studying it, because as soon as you moved your hand Brian grasped your [S/C] fingers. "I am too."
"What's with the mask?" You didn't even process the 'too' part, as if someone else were apologizing as well.
"I like it." He smirked, the goofy smirk that you've come to know and love. The one he always greeted you with no matter the setting. The sight of it was home to you. And if you closed your eyes, you could almost feel like you're standing on your back patio with him. You shook off the gullible thought, knowing that's not going to happen anytime soon.
"Brian, come on, you know I have a thing about looking you in your ey-"
"I'm not Brian." The smirk disappeared, and so did the color in your face. You tried to step back, but it was futile from the grip the man had on your arms and waist. You decided against struggling in fear of angering him.
You knew about his DID, from a few weeks before you two started dating. The idea of actually running into an alter terrified you for unknown reasons. It was like someone else was wearing your boyfriend's skin. "Then who am I talking to?"
"I haven't decided on a name yet." 'Brian's' voice dropped to a whisper, a dark whisper that sent a cold rush up your back and radiated through your arms.
The man leaned down and met your forehead with his own, his lips just mere centimetres away from another kiss.
"You don't know it yet, but I'm going to make your life a living hell if you don't learn to love me back."
#Marble hornets#brian thomas#hoodie#maybe he'll be yandere who knows?#he's giving off a lil bit of yandere vibes#creepypasta#story#part one
142 notes
·
View notes
Text
Seeing Green Ch.3
Well, here we go guys, a double chapter in one. I would like to thank everyone for having patience with me.
[[MORE]]
Marinette smiled to herself after her date with Damian. It had been so wonderful, he was wonderful, a perfect gentleman. His smile had sent her heart fluttering, something that hadn't been accomplished since… Since Adrien.
Mari's smile dimmed slightly, but she shook her head. No! Adrien would not ruin this for her. At least this guy, this wonderful, handsome guy had an actual romantic interest in her. It would be different, she wouldn't be chasing a dream, she'd be chasing a reality, something within her reach.
"Tikki, I think I want to go out for a bit. Clear my head before bed. That date with Damian… I'm a bit restless now." Marinette stretched, now dressed in comfortable pajamas. The teen headed to her hotel room window and opened it. She winked at her Kwami. "Alright, Tikki, Spots on!"
As Ladybug leapt into the night, pulling herself to a ledge cross from her room. She knew she shouldn't be Ladybug, not in Gotham, as she should be in Paris, but it just felt so odd not to be out on patrol. She thanked whatever god there was that she had gotten Viperion and Ryuko back on as full time heroes. It had made her stress of leaving Paris on this trip a little less stressful, and having Klaaki helped when she had to purify the akumas.
As she landed on the rooftop, she barely avoided landing in some kind of white substance on the ledge. She frowned at it, silently noting that this must be a popular place for birds, before she took that moment to step onto the center of the roof and take in the city. It was such a condensed place, full of tall buildings, of noisy cars and pollution. It was worlds away from Paris.
So lost in her thoughts, she almost didn't hear the sound of someone landing on the roof behind her. She turned and spotted a red and black caped figure. Her brows rose as she realized that this was one of Gotham's vigilantes. She wracked her brain right quick, and a name came to mind; Red Robin.
"Can I help you with something?" He began advancing towards her, and Ladybug's defenses went up. Shit, she wasn't supposed to be spotted. His frown was more evident as he drew near, crossing his arms. "I don't think I've ever seen you around Gotham before."
"Please, I… I am friendly. I just came to America for a small vacation." Marinette groaned mentally at the lie as she held her hands up, showing she wasn't armed. But she could see he had weapons on him, and that made the hairs on the back of her head stand on end. She could probably take him in a fight, but she didn't want to risk hurting one of Batman's partners, especially since he was part of the Justice League. Whether they believed her situation in Paris or not, she still needed some help. "A- and to speak to Monsieur Batman. I am Ladybug, a hero from Paris. We really need help, things are getting out of hand!"
"What do you mean? What's going on in Paris?" He was silent the entire time Ladybug spoke, explaining in detail what had been going on for the past few years. She could feel as Red Robin glanced her over, calculating something. He then tilted his head, as if listening to something, before he uncrossed his arms and they dropped to his sides. "Well, Ladybug, while that tale seems hard to believe… Batman will meet you here tomorrow. If you get up to any funny business, we won't hesitate to take you out, understand?"
"Oui, Monsieur. Merci." Ladybug's shoulders sagged in relief. It had been a split minute cover story, but now it had probably given her the opening she had so desperately needed. She smiled at him, and he brushed past her, heading towards the ledge facing the hotel. "Oh, be careful! I think some birds made a mess there, you wouldn't want to step in it!"
Red Robin froze and glanced down at where he was about to step. He stared for what felt like several minutes, before he tensed and let out a curse that made Ladybug flush. He knelt down, holding what she saw was a cotton swag, swiping up some of the substance, then putting it in a glass vial attached to his belt. Without another glance back at her, he was gone, leaving Ladybug standing there, very confused. With a shake of her head, she turned around and went back to soaring across Gotham with her yo-yo.
…
Nino frowned as he watched his girlfriend sitting across the table from him. He had wanted a nice dinner with her, at the hotel's restaurant, but here she was, either typing away on her cell phone, or telling him about something new Lila had told her. He felt himself getting a headache. It was just non stop with his girlfriend and Lila, the world never seemed to go still, it was constantly in this spiralling vortex.
"I mean, I can't believe she's help Batman! THE Batman!" Alya exclaimed, her eyes lit up with excitement and eagerness, as she finished posting the story on the Ladyblog. She didn't notice Nino's blank look as she squirmed in her seat, beaming. "Imagine helping in take down Two Face in such a way, Nino! She's so awesome, I just can't believe she chose me to be her best friend! I mean, she could have chosen anyone, but she chose me! She's even going to let me do another interview with her tonight, about the time she got all streamy in a hot tub with Damian and his brother Tim…"
"Alya, babe… Can you please put the phone away? I wanted to have a nice dinner with you, it's been forever since we had a nice date." Nino reached out and took her free hand, giving it a light squeeze. Alya gave him a warm smile and set her phone aside, and they both glanced at their menus. "See anything you'd like?"
"Oh, steak frites would be nice. Did you know Lila has an uncle who runs a farm that gives every high end restaurant their meat? She's met all of the world famous chefs, maybe next time she can get us into a fancy restaurant for another date!" Alya grinned at Nino, who felt his headache worsen. They rarely had alone time together, but even when they did, Lila always seemed to somehow come up, whether it be in conversation or her calling them in the middle of the date.
"I think we can manage without Lila, babe. I think the salmon would be nice." Nino looked up from his menu, only to see Alya back on her phone, hearing the notifications dinging frantically. "Babe, your phone.."
"Hold on, Nino, Lila's just telling me that Damian's going to take her to a high class party tomorrow night! She's sooo lucky, having him take her to the fanciest restaurant in Gotham."
"Alya, can we-"
"Do you think maybe she'll introduce us to him? I'd love to get an interview with THE son of Bruce Wayne! I'd be the first to get his photo, the Ladyblog would blow up on a national level!"
"Alya-"
"Maybe I could get interviews from.the entire Wayne family! And when her and Damian get married, Lila will let me cover their wedding-"
"ALYA, ENOUGH ABOUT LILA!"
A pin dropping could have been heard in that restaurant. Nino had jumped to his feet and trembled with visible annoyance, while Alya sat there, clutching her phone tightly in her hands. She frowned and opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Nino stormed out of the dining room, leaving its patrons staring in his wake.
Once out of the dining room, Nino felt like crying. He had planned a nice evening, he had combed his hair back, had dressed up nicely, but it still wasn't enough. He didn't feel like enough for Alya anymore. She always seemed to be grasping for whatever big and shiny thing came next, whatever would make the most tantalizing news story.
He soon came into the bar area, leading to the hotel lobby, when he spotted Miss Bourbon. She was sitting at a table, nursing a glass of wine as she looked miserable. He hesitated, telling himself to continue back to his room, to cool off. He had never actually talked to the TA personally, but he thought she seemed nice, though very tough. He had felt bad when Lila had told Alya that the woman had been trying to escape Canada, to escape a scandal with sleeping one of her male students. Boy, that rumour had spiralled out of control and had nearly cost the woman her job, but soon seemed improbable when it was found out she worked at an all girl's academy.
Nino found himself walking over to her, meeting her inhumanly purple eyes as he took a seat across the table from her as she sipped her wine.
"Mr. Lahiffe, is everything alright? You seem rather miffed." Eva set down her glass of wine and sat to attention. It sort of surprised Nino at how quick she was to come to his aid, that she actually did care, despite the poison Lila had spread. He clenched his hands ever so slightly, looking down at the table, frowning. "Nino?"
"Miss Bourbon… You know Lila is lying, right? I've known for a long time, but she made Alya so happy, but when things got out of hand and I tried suggesting things might be false…" Nino shut his eyes tightly, letting out a shuddering breath. "I don't recognize my girlfriend anymore. I'm just so drained all the time, and I feel like my thoughts and interests don't matter anymore."
He opened his eyes again, when he felt Miss Bourbon take his hand and give it a small squeeze.
"Have you told anyone else about this, Nino?" Eva's voice was soft, non judgemental. "Now, usually I'd say try talking to her about it. But from what I've seen,she brushes you off, huh?"
"I tried talking to Adrien, but he keeps saying that it'll turn out, that since we really love each other, we'll make it through." Nino glanced at the glass of wine between then, and sighed, putting his head in his hands. Silence hung over them for a long time.
"Now, I don't have a track record of relationships I can give you advice from, but I think you already know what to do, Nino. You don't need me to tell you."
Nino glanced up and smiled at her, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. The duo never knowing a certain Italian girl watching them from the lobby.
…
The next morning, Marinette was still grinning as she made her way down to the lobby. She practically skipped her way out of the elevator, her mood slightly lifted more when she saw that some of her classmates were already there, meaning she hadn't been left behind again.
"Good morning, Alix." Marinette grinned as the girl spotted her and headed her way, though her steps faltered slightly when she spotted Kim, Juleka and Rose were headed her way. She tensed, dread clawing its way up her spine as they were upon her. "Oh.. Hello, everyone."
Their expressions were unreadable, before Rose's eyes flooded with tears and she threw herself into Marinette's arms and began to sob. It was then she realized that their expressions were not guilt ridden.
"I'm s- so-o sorr-ry Marinette!" Rose blubbered out, the tears dripping down her sweet face rapidly. Marinette opened her mouth to speak, but found herself speechless.
"We were really stupid, Marinette." Juleka spoke up as she awkwardly rubbed Rose's back, meeting Mari's gaze. Then her voice trembled as when she spoke again. "We were horrible to you, over something that could be easily disproved."
"We all did some very stupid shit." They all glanced over to the elevators, just as Nino stepped into the lobby, his face clouded with shame. "I was the worst, dudette… We've known each other for so long, but… I threw that all away, didn't I?"
"We all should have listened to you, Mari. You'd have no reason to lie, we just all thought it was because if Adrien at first, but then things escalated so fast." Kim muttered, running his fingers through his hair, looking rather distressed.
"Yeah, you all should have listened to me." Marinette finally spoke after a few beats of uncomfortable silence. She gave Rose's back a gentle rub before she stepped away to cross her arms, closing herself off to them. Her expression hardened as she glared at her classmates. "Most of you had known me for years, yet you thought I'd act that way? While I appreciate your apologies, I'm not forgiving any of you. Yet."
Tikki was proud of her Chosen in that moment. Marinette knew she had grown a spine, she wasn't going to be the people pleaser anymore, she had started thinking for herself for once.
"I might, keyword being might, forgive you guys, eventually. But right now, nothing has really proven you guys won't turn on me again. I mean, honestly, look at Alya, Ivan, Mylène, Nathaniel, Max, and Sabrina. They're still lapping it all up, and one of them used to be my best friend! So I'm sorry, but I'm not going to forgive any of you just yet." Marinette shrugged at their slightly crestfallen expressions, ignoring the guilt in her gut. "But you guys actually have some redemption, at least you guys didn't know since the beginning, like Adrien."
The following silence as almost deafening, then Alix grabbed Marinette by the shoulders, her expression murderous. Marinette flinched, feeling her skin bruise under the girl's fierce grip.
"That son of a bitch knew this entire time?" Alix's voice was soft, but deadly, promising whoever would face her fury would taste blood that night. Marinette merely shrugged once again, looking indifferent to the fact.
“He’s known ever since she came back to school. He told me to not expose her, that her lies would expose themselves.” She set her hands on her hips, a cold smile spreading across her face as she met Alix’s eyes. “Well, they’re sure as hell taking their time to expose themselves.”
Alix and the others looked as if they were about to explode, but it was cut off by the arrival of Lila and her court that were still trapped under her spell, while she hung off of Adrien’s arm.
‘Funny,’ Marinette smirked at the ground, raising a brow ‘,for a girl engaged to Damian Wayne, she’s very friendly with other guys.’
“So Damidarling took me to this amazing restaurant, the lobster was absolutely divine!” Lila cooed, while her noticeably smaller court showered her with praises. She soaked it all up, beaing, though her eyes narrowed when she saw the people surrounding Marinette. Marinette could see the girl sharpening her claws as she sneered at them, “Oh, Marinette, how was your date with the intern? I hoped you enjoyed whatever rundown café his salary could afford.”
“I don’t think they even went to a café, they probably ate out of the trash.” Sabrina chuckled, with Alya letting out an amused snort. This was all white noise to Marinette, so she turned away and met Nino’s pained gaze, and it was obvious what he was going to do, once he got up the nerve.
“Good morning, everyone!” Miss Bustier strode in, beaming at her students as they watched as Miss Bourbon followed soon after, looking exhausted and drained. “Now, I know you’re all rather excited to be in a new city, so I thought that since we’re not leaving for Gotham City Park until around lunch time, I made arrangements for us to go to one of the shopping malls, so you all can have a morning of free time.”
Many faces lit up with excitement, and Mari couldn’t deny that the thought was really enticing. She had wanted to see the fashion of Gotham, maybe see if she could get any inspiration for some new designs, maybe something gritty and rock ‘n’ roll for Uncle Jagged.
The class soon arrived at the mall ,Miss Bustier giving them a time and place to meet at so that they could go to their planned picnic.
Marinette wandered off on her own, not wanting to be stuck with listening to Lila and her tales of Damian Wayne. She felt bad for the guy, she’d hate to see him meet Lila at the gala and get taken in by her lies.
“Marinette?” Damian had just stepped out of a store, his eyes widening a fraction, before his face melted into a smile. He strode over to her, carrying a wrapped box under one arm. “Good morning, Angel. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“D-Damian!” Mari’s cheeks burned red and she grinned, stode towards him, letting out a giggle as he pulled her into a hug. “My teacher decided to let us have a free morning. I’m glad she did, now that I got to see you.”
“You’re making me blush, Angel.” Damian’s smile widened, his cheeks going faintly rosy. When Marinette hooked her arm with his, she bit her lower lip when she felt the muscle through the material of his shirt. She felt bad, she was practically ogling him, but it was a physical attraction, right? Something completely natural. “Well, since you’re here, how about I accompany you until you have to leave? Maybe a fun little morning date?”
“I’d love it.” Her heart fluttered, walking with him towards a clothes’ store. She shyly watched him from the corner of her eye as they entered. “I was hoping to see the fashion of Gotham, maybe I could make a new outfit design out of it.”
“You’re into fashion design, right? I mean, last night you said you had designed some stuff for Jagged Stone, right? I looked it all up, you’re really talented, Marinette.” Damian’s voice was warm, gentle. He leaned down, kissing her softly on the cheek. At her look of surprise, he chuckled. “I never got to kiss you back last night, thought I’d return the favour. I hope I didn’t cross a line.”
“No, not at all! I really liked it.” He smelled nice too, whatever his cologne was. Mari pressed her hands to her burning cheeks, trying to calm down the blush, only to nearly run into a mannequin. She squeaked, then took a step back .Her gaze sharpened slightly, and she pulled a sketchbook out of her purse, much to Damian’s surprise. God, she was adorable, with the spark of inspiration that lit up those blue eyes of hers. “Gotham fashion has a lot more dark colours, it’s more elegant, yet practical.”
Damian smiled as he watched her sketch and mutter to herself, feeling himself feel content simply watching her. He had never felt this way around another girl before, he found most girls boring and annoying, as a matter of fact. But Marinette, she was different, he had never had the urge to kiss a girl before, but he found himself want to kiss her until she was breathless, but also to protect her from any harm. But he knew for a fact he shouldn’t rush into anything, that could be a grave mistake, he wanted to know everything about her first.
“Marinette, I see you called your intern boy toy to join you!” Lila stepped from behind a rack, her smile sharp, ferocious, with Alya and Nino close behind. She fluttered her lashes at Damian, smiling prettily. “Wow, Mari, you must be really desperate to get Adrien’s attention if you decided to call an intern here.”
“Mari, girl, this is getting a bit ridiculous. You need to learn that Adrien isn’t interested in you, you need to stop using guys to make him jealous all the time.” Alya rolled her eyes, then returned her gaze to her phone, typing away frantically. Nino scowled at her, but said nothing.
“I know how you must be feeling, Marinette, having both Adrien and Damian Wayne after me, but this jealousy of yours has gone too far.” Lila sneered down, her green eyes glinting with cruel intent. “But I guess a girl like you does deserve an intern, you both kiss ass to get where you want to be.”
“Lila, that’s enough!” Adrien was storming up to the group, roughly shoving Damian away from Marinette, before taking the girl’s arm and pulling her close. “And you, leave Marinette alone! She’s not going to fall for your ploy, pretty boy. I won’t let you hurt her!”
Adrien dragged the protesting Marinette out of the store, Damian and the others close behind. Adrien held Marinette close, then beamed down at her.
“Don’t worry, I won’t let anyone hurt you, ever. That guy won’t make you another notch on his belt, I promise.” Adrien smiled and cupped Mari’s cheek, failing to see the fury flaring in her eyes.
“Adrien, you have crossed a line…” Marinette whispered, fury radiating every from every word. She grabbed the wrist that was near her face tightly, squeezing it so hard that Adrien winced. “I don’t need protection, I am quite capable of taking care of myself, thanks.”
“Marinette, stop hurting Adrien!” Lila screeched, drawing eyes from everyone. She soon burst into crocodile tears, leaning to Alya for support. “Alya, someone, stop her! Her jealousy is getting out of control! I knew she was bitter about me dating a Wayne, but this is too much!”
“You’re not dating Damian Wayne, you little twit.” Damian snapped at Lila, advancing towards Adrien, his green eyes now ice cold. Marinette wrenched free from Adrien’s grip, only to rush to Damian, trembling in his arms as he pulled her close. He met Adrien’s gaze. “You’re Adrien Agreste, correct? I will have to have a talk with my father about having business with your brand in the future…”
“Who the hell do you think you are? I don’t even know you!” Adrien snarled, his hands clenched into fists. That was HIS lady, HIS princess. Every part of him wanted to claw the boy’s eyes out and take Marinette somewhere safe, someplace private. She had been in love with Chat Noir once, she’d definitely love him again.
“Do you not recognize a Wayne when you see one?”
Marinette blinked at the unfamiliar voice, seeing the horror on everyone’s face, then froze as she felt cold steel press against the back of her head.
“Now, which one would be a better target? A Wayne, or his pretty little girlfriend?” Two-Face sneered down at the teens, while his goons had Lila, Alya, and Adrien at gunpoint. He slid a coin from his pocket and flipped it into the air. He caught in one hand, then grinned down at Marinette, then grabbed Damian and held a gun to the boy’s temple. “Rich boy it is. I must say, I’m surprised to see Damian Wayne out in public like this. Your girlfriend must be really special…”
“Damian Wayne?” Mari met Damian’s eyes and felt the blood drain from her face. He was no intern, no… He was Damian fucking Wayne. She would have laughed, if not for the current situation. Her mind racing, her eyes quickly darted around the mall plaza. There was nothing within arm’s reach of her, so she had to deal with her smarts. But first, she had to get everyone else out of here. While Damian was shouting at Two Face, Marinette took the opportunity to tackle the only damned henchman the villain had brought with him, and pinned him to the ground. She looked up and met Alya’s face. “Go, get out of here, now!”
Alya was immediately in gear, grabbing Adrien and Lila’s wrists, taking off towards the exit. Marinette’s relief was short lived when the guy smashed her across the temple, sending her crumpling to the ground.
“Marinette!” Damian shouted and tried to struggle from Two Face’s grip as he watched the blood ooze from his angel’s temple, spilling across the white tile floor.
Tag List:
@realrandomposts @interobanginyourmom @ladybug-182 @ladylb @zalladane @mochinek0 @poshplumcot @urbanpineapplefarmer @vixen-uchiha @angelofmusickaterinapetrova @thewheezingbubbledragon @northernbluetongue @violatiger8 @thequestionablyhuman @ginamarie1512 @maude-zarella @2sunchild2 @saphiraazure2708 @ayuchan07 @virgil-is-a-cutie @thepeacetea
773 notes
·
View notes
Text
The Giving Tree || Solo
TIMMING: Monday, November 30th (following The River Styx is High & Wide)
LOCATION: Mirrored district
CONTENT: discussion of Lydia’s humans
SUMMARY: Only fae can understand each other. Only fae can grieve each other. Only fae can save each other.
When Deirdre woke, she was on her back, staring at a wheelbarrow. Beside her, and in her ears, the high-pitched clamoring of pixies echoed across the vastness. I think you’re supposed to put the disinfectant on first, one said. No way! It’s BDSM—bandage, disinfectant, sticker, massage, another hissed. That’s not what that word means, a voice she recognized as Sundew’s—a pixie she didn’t like and one that didn’t like her—chimed in. We have stickers?
Deirdre appreciated the wheelbarrow; it was black, dirt-stained and, most importantly, not bickering amongst itself. It provided a simple mystery and a rivetingly mundane story. She was peering into its interior, now empty, though it appeared to have once been filled with mud, and beside it was a stack of red buckets, which appeared to have once been filled with water. A few feet away was a mound in the upside-down soil, poking right up at her. She wanted to imagine that a body had been buried there, but the mound was too small, and she’d be able to tell anyway.
She turned her head to find grey sky and lazy-rolling, swollen clouds sprawled underneath her. A thick fog claimed the distance, forbidding her to see beyond the bubble of her new space. If she were any more like a wheelbarrow, she would’ve thought she was dead. Unfortunately for Deirdre, she was the furthest thing from a wheelbarrow.
The pixies continued to bicker around her, bickering between themselves about which cream they were supposed to apply, and which way bandages were meant to be wrapped. No, Deirdre wasn’t dead. Even hell wouldn’t be this bad. “I want to go home,” she groaned, “take me home.”
The pixies froze, dropping gauze and letting it unspool and run away. Three pixies chased after it, Sundew remained. “You’re awake!” She squeed, zipping into Deirdre’s sight. “We didn’t know how to check your pulse at first, and then it was soooo slow that we got bored! So we just assumed that you were still alive and started playing doctor. But not in the sexy way, in the doctor way.”
“Home,” she said again, foolishly hoping repetition would get her point across. Why was she alive anyway? It wasn’t to be fawned about by pixies, was it? The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in a burning building—a demise of her own design. For all she knew, she was supposed to be dead. She hadn’t screamed, but what else ever happened to someone who fell asleep during a fire? She thought the whole thing might have been a dream, but she could feel each injury Athena levelled against her burning with ferocity—her wrists, her arm, her abdomen. Of course a warden would hurt a fae like this. What was she thinking? She should be dead. Now she was alive to hear Sundew; both a just punishment and an unbelievably cruel one. “I have to go home.”
“You can’t!” Sundew smiled; she found nothing wrong with her statement. “We just called a doctor over, and we need you to—“
“If you called a doctor, then why are you bandaging me?”
“Well, you see, it started like this: your cù-sìth found you dying by a tree, and then it alerted some gnomes who told a brownie who knew a foireaux cat who was travelling with a leshy who then carried you to us! So, we got a spriggan to steal us some medical supplies but then we realized that we didn’t know what we needed to do with them and the only doctor I know of is in the mirrored district so we got a stack of leprechauns to help us bring you here!”
Deirdre was silent for a moment. “That isn’t what I asked you.”
“Your face isn’t what I asked you.”
“I need to go home.” Deirdre said curtly. She groaned and heaved and tried to right herself, but for all her effort, her body resisted. Searing pain blazed from more parts of her body than she cared to count, and when the effects grew too great, they seized her vision and her mind and set in a spell of monochromatic lightheadedness. Deirdre fell back down, clutching at her side. “I can’t be here,” she repeated herself, this time with the hope saying it enough would make it true--like Dorothy clicking her red shoes together--there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home. “Take me home.”
“I can’t do that!” Sundew grew quiet as Deirdre turned paler, “you’re dying! And you need to wait for the doctor and we need you.” She fluttered down and sat on the tip of Deirdre’s nose. “You know, a lot of fae got together to bring you here, and not just because you’re fae--and of course we’d do that--but because we made something and we need you to check on it.” Sundew, though possessed of a brain magically condensed to the size of an almond, was more astute than her peers. She didn’t know Deirdre well enough, and she certainly didn’t like her, but there was one thread that connected all fae. And no, she didn’t mean mushrooms. Or nudity. Or, strangely, pie.
“It’s for Lydia,” she said and predictably, Deirdre’s argument died against her tongue.
“Morgan,” she said, speaking swiftly before the equally predictable ‘what the jiggly boob is a Morgan?’ “My girlfriend. You need to send her a message. You have to tell her I’m okay. And I’m alive. And I’m here and---”
As Deirdre listed her suggestions-turned-commands--directions on what to say and how to word it, that they should definitely explain the magnitude of her love, offer brain muffins, and perhaps a diagram to show how okay she really was--Sundew looked at the other pixies, who’d come back panting from their adventure chasing the runaway gauze. She shrugged and shot them the kind of look that said you heard her and they shot her back one that said what the jiggly boob is a Morgan?
“We’ll get it done, Deirdre,” Sundew nodded, leaving three confused pixies to figure it out. They didn’t question or argue the order in the same way none of the fae down the chain of Deirdre’s transportation to the mirrored district questioned that. They were fae, she was fae, this was what fae did for each other. That itself was not a profound thought to Deirdre, or any fae, but often the kindness of their gestures for each other could be forgotten.
Deirdre didn’t think highly of whatever she was going to be whisked off to see. Knowing the pixies, it was probably a macaroni and entrails portrait of Lydia. But that was a simple thought.
And the pixies weren’t much like the wheelbarrow either.
*
Lydia was divisive even among the fae. Many of those gathered in attendance thought her practices were a little too brazen, even for them. Deirdre recognized a few who scoffed at mention of her basement, and others who claimed that humans ought not to be kept like that. They stood beside those that agreed to varying degrees--completely, partly, indifferently. Each had gathered here, and each had a hand in creating the monument in front of Deirdre.
Deirdre looked between them, having been rendered to tears at the sight of what they’d done. And then to her knees. “You--” She quivered, unable to finish the rest of her sentence.
“We used the ash you gave us,” Sundew explained quietly. Deirdre nodded; she knew. She could feel it.
The tree was a hauntingly beautiful thing. A tall structure with twisting porcelain wood--natural and unnatural in the same stroke. She ran her fingers across its smooth grooves, staring up at the symmetrical branches and their striking red flowers. It was a minimalist cherry blossom tree, and everything Lydia would have liked. The necropolis was filled with beautiful trees of all designs; tall, short, golden, black, barren and lush. When she’d come here for the first time with Lydia, she never imagined the leanan-sidhe would end up among its ranks. She was saddened and happy all at once--there could be no reclamation for the dirty alley she’d died in, but she could be remembered in beauty.
“It’ll grow bigger,” Sundew said, twitching nervously in the sky when Deirdre had offered no opinion to the gathered crowd other than crying. “It’ll be the tallest tree here.”
“This isn’t even her aos sí--” Deirdre said.
“We know,” another fae spoke up. “But she’s one of us, just like everyone else. No matter where she goes, where she lived.”
“Do you like it? Is it okay for her?” Sundew twitched again.
Deirdre turned back to the crowd, finding them all watching her expectantly. There was the spriggan who called Lydia’s shoes tacky once. There was the nymph that gossiped incessantly about Lydia’s character after her death. Yet, Deirdre was not insulted by their presence. They were fae. It didn’t occur to them not to mourn Lydia, not to think she was deserving of more than what she received. They wished her life back, no matter how it was lived. The same way they did for every fae. It was the nature of them. The way of their community. No human would ever understand this.
“I miss her,” Deirdre confessed quietly. “I can’t say I agree with everything--sometimes that makes me feel like a bad friend--but nothing worse than...letting her die. I failed her, I did that. I promised her a good death, and I couldn’t even give her that. And now I’m--what am I doing? I nearly let a warden kill me, all for some morsel of justice.” She glanced back at the tree. When she offered a leprechaun’s handful of ashes to them, she hadn’t imagined it would be used for anything. Now it was a tree. And there was still enough ash left to do more for her. To give her the death she couldn’t have in life. “I think she wanted to be beautiful, I think she wanted to be perfect.” Deirdre paused. “I miss her.”
The spriggan was the first to speak up. She wished she’d gotten to know Lydia better; a few fae mumbled in agreement. Another said they’d never agreed with her, but they missed her too. One said it was all okay, and it wasn’t fair--it wasn’t. Another wished he knew her at all, he wished he’d said hello at least once.
“I wish it was different,” Sundew said, fluttering to Deirdre’s side. “For you too.”
“She told me she’d made mistakes. She told me she didn’t know how to set them right, she told me she didn’t know if she could.” Deirdre closed her eyes. “I wanted justice for her so badly...I wanted pain...I wanted something. I loved her, and no one understands what this hole is like.”
The fae grew silent, looking between them. “We understand,” Sundew said after a moment.
A sob rattled around in Deirdre's throat. “You do.” She stood and plucked a flower from the tree, twirling it in her hands. She watched the black dipped edges swirl into a vortex of color. “What have I been doing for her? What have I done to remember her?” Murder of innocents? Some failed justice? Where was her tree, the one she could make for Lydia? “I-I can set things right. I can do that for her. I can do what she was robbed of the chance to do. I can live for her. I can do that. I can do this.”
But her determination was short-lived under her injuries and fatigue. She fell to her knees again, bowing her head into the flower, crying against its petals. “I am tired of hurting people,” she said. “I’ve got nothing to show for it and I’m tired and I miss her.”
The fae looked between each other again, and one by one sat down beside the sobbing banshee until they were all on the sky-floor. They were fae, and they missed her too.
#wickedswriting#domestic abuse tw#:/#no one look at me#deirdre has been missing for days because i took seven years to wrITE THIS#the giving tree#solo
14 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
darkgaia
✌️😁✌️
then-i-owe-him-nothing
Najlepsze soki i smoothie na odporność
ae882544
Untitled
0621215
23
aariyafashions-blog
Aariya Fashions