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greatestexpectationss · 2 months

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Poison Ivy

Luke Castellan x Fem!Daughter of Persephone Reader

Description: You've been best friends with Luke Castellan since you were 14 years old. Now you teeter on the edge of something more, but your jealousy causes you to question everything.

You’re a child of Persephone, one of the far and few in between. Your mother had claimed you an entire year after you’d arrived at camp. Chiron had claimed it was to protect you from Hades' wrath, but you’d had a sickly feeling it was more than that. Children of Persephone are all springtime and warmth, and perhaps you are in the light of day but in the cover of the night, there is something else that claws at you. You are more winter than spring.

Your dad says its normal to feel disconnected from your mother at this age, but you don’t just feel disconnected you feel abandonded.

You’d never met your mother but you're so so angry with her.

Being the daughter of the goddess of spring came with expectations. You are loyal and kind, with a bit of a wild side. Your powers had manifested as chlorokinesis, you're particularly fond of plants, much like the children of Demeter, but you've got a hardness they don't have, a certain darkness only a child of the underworld could understand. You’d learned that on your quest, where you’d even able to speak and command hellhounds.

There was more to you than meets the eye.

For instance, your infamous knack for growing poison ivy around those who piss you of. It had earned you a loving nickname from Luke…

“Poison” he’d called you after a particularly nasty sprouting during a game of capture the flag when you were just 14 years old. It had been Luke’s first game at camp, some Ares boys were terrorizing him up in the trees, when you’d seen it you felt bad for him. Everyone knew the story of how Luke and Annabeth had arrived at camp with Grover and what had been sacraficed to get there or rather who. You’d come to his rescue, sprouting poison Ivy from nothing wrapping it around their legs and taking them out of the game in one fail swoop with your daggers.

They glared at you for weeks.

It had started a long-lasting friendship between you and Luke. You two were close, and you helped him out in the Hermes cabin a lot. You trained together, ate together, really you did everything together. Luke understands the burning anger that sits beneath the surface of your skin. He knows the warmth and brightness you radiate during the days, but he also knows the bitter darkness that hides within you.

Luke sees you under your mask and still he stays.

Maybe that's why you’d fallen so hard for him.

It was hard not to fall for Luke. He’s all tall, dark and handsome. He’s the best swordsman this camp has seen in 300 years, he radiates confidence and commands respect. But even without all of that everyone loves Luke. It's hard not to, really. He’s kind and brave. It’s no wonder the Aphrodite girls are so enamored with him, really most girls are.

Sometimes you’d catch him looking at you with this funny soft look in his eyes. His touch would linger longer than necessary when helping you during archery practice, and he’d laugh a little too loudly at your jokes, and give you that rare goofy grin when he finds you in a room full of people.

It’s in those moment you’d wonder if he feels the same way. When his words are just for you, when he drags you by your hand to the dock and lays down beside you to look at the starts. When he kisses you cheek before the both of you return to the cabin, when he peeks over the side of your bunk and whispers the sweetest goodnight.

But then there are times you think you're delusional.

Like tonight for instance.

You're sitting at the post capture the flag bonfire with a few of your friends. Selina from Aphrodite, Clarisse from Ares, Katie, from the Demeter cabin, and Juliette from Athena. The Apollo kids are singing and you're in a particularly good mood from winning. But then you look across the fire and Luke has a pretty Aphrodite girl dotting on him, Haley, you think her name is. She’s whispering in his ear, perfectly painted nails wrapped around his forearm.

She's the type of girl Luke deserves.

Juliette's finger snaps in front of your face drawing you away from your pity party. You sit on the bottom step of the bleachers with a leg on either side. Facing you is Juliette, up a step to your right sits Selina, Katie, and Clarisse.

“Hello earth to Y/N, anyone in there??” Clarisse asks, your eyes snap to her and bounce between the others, they all look ammused.

“Sorry,” you mumble cheeks heating in embarsement.

They all look over your head where you’d been staring, There's a knowing look that is shared between them before they looking back at you with a mix of exasperation, ammusment, and pity.

You don't know which one is worse.

“C’mon you don't think Luke’s really into that chick do you?” Katie asks you.

“That chicks name is Haley,” Silena reminds, before reaching out and squeezing you hand, “and Katie’s right everyone knows Luke’s crazy for you, I don't know why she's even bothering.”

Clarisse scoffs and cracks her knuckles, “I can kick both their asses if you want.”

This draws a laugh from you.

“Hey, there she is!” Juliette exclaims, pinching your cheek, you swat her hands away and roll your eyes, the pity is leaving your body but you're still left with the bitter taste of jealousy.

“We’re just friends,” is what you settle with, earning an eye roll from all four of your friends.

“We are!” you insist, running a hand through your hair, “He can flirt with whoever he wants.”

“Y/N, do you think we’re dumb?” Clarisse asks.

“What? No of course I don’t—”

“Well then you know you can’t lie to us,” Katie says, she's much kinder than Clarisse who stares at you expectantly. A classic daughter of Demeter, she reaches for your hand and squeezes. You close your eyes for a second and sigh before looking back over at Luke. The Aphrodite girl is sitting closer to him now, he's nodding along to something she's said. You look away quickly.

“Katie’s right, and as a daughter of Aphrodite I can tell you without a doubt Castellan is just as crazy for you as you are him,” Silena’s so sure of herself, you wish you could feel that confident, you wish you knew how he felt.

“Yeah well it sure doesn't seem that way,” you gesture towards where they’re sitting. Across from you Juliette hums.

“Maybe he’s confused,” she says

“Or maybe Haley just doesn't know how to take a hint” Clarisse grumbles. You sigh and swing your leg over the bleachers before standing up.

“Where are you going?” Katie asks, brow furrowed.

“I just need some air,” you say.

“Y/N we’re literally outside,” Clarisse quips, you glare at her.

“Figurative air,” you say, gesturing wildly around you, away from all of this.”

You're much too aware of how pathetic this all is, you pining in a corner with your friends and Luke across the way with a pretty girl who deserves him. You're not some scorned lover, you're just a sad teenage girl.

“Do you want me to come?” Juliette asks you. She's such a good friend, fiercely loyal, they all are really, and you're incredibly thankful for them.

You wave her off anyway, “I’ll be fine, I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

Your friends say their goodbyes, not before reminding you for the thousandth time about the small party in the Aphrodite cabin later that evening.

If you'd been paying attention you'd have noticed Luke’s boredom, you’d have noticed his eye that always seemed to follow you.

It’s darker as you get further away from the bonfire, you don't mind, the few lanterns lighting the path to the lake give you enough light that you can at least see where you're going. When you arrive at the lake, you're thankful no one else has had the same idea. You can't even count the number of times you've snuck away with Luke only to find numerous couples making out.

Tonight there's no one, maybe because it had been a particularly rough game of capture the flag, or maybe because the usual suspects (aka Chris and Clarisse) are still at the bonfire.

You make your way toward the end of the dock before sitting down, feet dangling off the edge you lean back on your hands and lift your head back to look at the stars. Around you the only sound is nature, and very far off in the distance, you can hear the faintest sound of the Apollo kids singing. Their voices echo and combine with the sounds of the trees.

It would be peaceful if you weren't so miserable.

“There you are.”

You open your eyes and turn your head over the shoulder. Luke’s approaching you with that goofy grin on his face and a sweatshirt in his hands. He pops down next to you on the dock and hands you the sweater.

“I figured you’d get cold, you didn't have a jacket at the bonfire,” he explains when you give him a confused smile.

“Oh,” you say meekly, pulling it over your head, it's much too big for you and it smells like Luke and kind of makes you want to cry. Still, you tell him thank you. His smile drops a little when you don't say anything else.

“You wanna tell me what's wrong Poison?” he asked gently, nudging your shoulder with his. You pick at the sleeves of his sweater, eyebrows furrowed, but hearing the concern in his voice you manage a small smile.

“Nothing’s wrong, I'm just tired,” you excuse. You meet his eyes and you can tell he doesn't believe you.

“Y/N—”

“Seriously, I'm good, thank you for checking on me, and thank you for your jacket but you should go back I'm sure Haley is wondering where you are and I'm really okay,” you promise. He’s got the goofy grin on his face again and he lets out a breathy laugh.

“Are you laughing at me?” you asked annoyed. He’s still smiling like he knows something you don't, he's enjoying this.

“What?”

“You're jealous,” you go wide-eyed eyes at his declaration, but you recover quickly with a scoff.

"I am not jealous," you deny, your voice gives you away when it quivers on the last syllable of your sentence. Luke’s grin only grows.

"Yeah okay Poison," he throws an arm over your shoulder, "whatever you say."

I’m going to push him into the lake, you think to yourself.

You don’t, instead, you settle for pushing his arm off of your shoulder.

"Whatever, I’m outta here," you say before promptly standing up and storming up the dock. You've got tears in your eyes you're thankful he didn't see. You can hear him laughing and calling for you but you don't turn around. You know he's not doing it to be mean, Luke's got a thing for teasing you, and you know he thinks that's what this is.

It doesn't make the sting of it any less.

Luke's got long legs, and you can hear him scrambling after you calling your name. You ignore him up the dock and the sand before he stops you stepping in your path.

"C'mon Poison I know I'm hard to resi–" he stops when he sees the tears in your eyes and you turn your face away from him. His brows furrow in concern when he realizes you don’t think it's funny. He reaches for you again but you take a step back and cross your arms over your chest.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong"

"You're crying"

"So?"

He looks at you like you've sprouted 8 heads.

"What do you mean so??" You pinch the bridge of your nose, you've seriously had enough of him playing dumb. "Can you just drop it please?" you beg, shifting on your feet and wiping furiously at your eyes before any tears can actually fall from your waterline.

But he's Luke and your Y/N and you should know by now he's not gonna drop it.

"Wait," he hums taking a step closer to you and prying your crossed arms away from the safety of your body, he holds both of your hands with his own and presses them to his chest, you've got nowhere to hide. Finally, he asks, "Were you actually jealous?"

His tone is softer this time, it holds no teasing just a gentleness you can't quite describe. You don't know if it’s pity or fondness, you're not sure which answer scares you more. You still can’t look him in the eyes.

"No–"

"Y/N, c'mon don't lie to me."

You huff in response. He steps even closer to you.

"Last week Lee Fletcher was helping you at archery practice," he says finally, you look at him now, his grin is gone but the soft smile he’s giving you, makes you feel like he’s going to let you down easy. He’s going to use Lee as a buffer, say it's clear there's something there when it's nothing. You feel for Lee the kind of platonic love you wish you felt for Luke.

What you feel for Luke is world-changing and gut-wrenching.

"Okay,” is all you can say, you try to step away again but Luke just grips your hands a little tighter.

“Just let me finish,” he pleads, you nod your head and avoid direct eye contact with him, instead you focus on his dark hair, the dark curls that shine under the moonlight. If he notices you aren’t looking him in the eye, he’s at least nice enough not to say anything about it.

"He said something to you, I wasn't close enough to hear what it was but it had you cracking up and laughing in the best way," Luke takes his thumb and stokes the corner of your mouth, "you get a little dimple right here when you laugh did you know that?"

You didn't, you also didn't even know he had been there that day. You don't even remember what Lee said that had made you laugh, something about your aim.

"What's your point?" you mumble, his touch on your face is searing and his other hand has moved to your waist, you can feel the burn of his skin through your (his) jacket. You finally cave and meet his eyes, he’s looking at you with such softness you think you might melt on the spit. You're not stupid either, you know what this is. But you need to hear him say it, or you might actually die.

"I was jealous," he shrugs, like it's no big deal, thumb tracing up your check to tuck a stray hair behind your ear before dragging it down to cup your face. "I didn't have any reason to be but I was.”

Then with that goofy grin he says, “Kinda sounds like someone else I know."

You’re smiling at him now, you both know this is teetering far too close to the edge to come back from now. In fact, even without him saying it, without kissing him, you don’t think you could ever come back from this.

"Why?" you ask him, hands coming to rest at the nape of his neck, you play with the strings of his camp necklace to distract yourself from the lessening distance between the two of you. He’s dipping his head closer to you, so close that if he speaks your lips will touch. You want him to kiss you in a way you’ve never wanted anything before.

"You know why." And then he's kissing you. His arm around your waist tightens instinctively, and he presses his lips to yours hungrily, like a starved man who's just arrived at a feast. Your hands drop his necklace and weave through the shorter hair at the nape of his neck, something akin to a sigh of relief floods through both of you. His hand is in your hair now, and he tasted of marshmallows and spearmint, something so distinctly Luke. It’s incredibly intoxicating you don’t want to pull away. And you don’t until you absolutely have to in order to catch your breath, Luke chases after your lips with his own. Kissing them softly once, and then twice, before pulling back and looking at you with a smile on his face. This time you return it, a little laugh escapes your lips before it grows louder.

“Alright now who’s laughing at who?” he grumbles, still smiling despite his tone, his thumb strokes your dimple, and it allows you to compose youself.

“I’m sorry,” you say reaching up to kiss him softly again. He’s smiling still, so you know you haven’t really offended him. “I just kinda feel like an idiot now,” you admit.

“Well you are one,” he tells you cheekily, squezzing your sides with both hands in the way he knows you both adore and detest, you squeal and stumble into him, gripping onto his biceps in attempts to get him to stop. “You’re absolutely the dumbest person alive if you think there’s any world that I would wanna do this with anyone else.”

“Really?” you ask.

“Really,” he confirms. You reach up and kiss him again, a little more searing than sweet. Both of Luke’s hands are back in your hair and he’s kissing you back just as fervently, you feel his tongue slip in your mouth, and you swear you’ve died and gone to heaven. It’s Luke who pulls away this time, gasping for air.

“I think I might be in love with you,” he admits.

“Yeah, I think I might be in love with you too.��

Suddenly you both hear footsteps approaching quick and heavy, Clarisse stops in front of you both and takes in your dishelved appearance, before rolling her eyes and yelling.

“Guys I found them! You all owe me $20!” she calls out to what you assume to be your group of friends.

“Clarisse what the hell?” you mutter stepping away from Luke reluctantly. Chris comes barelling out of the forest, tripping over shrubbery. Luke pouts at the loss of contact

“They were making out?” he pouts to Clarisse who gestures towards you both as if to say well just look at them! then Chris turns to you and Luke, “You guys couldn’t have waited like one more day?”

You laugh as Luke whacks him upside the head. The four of you begin making your way towards the rest of your friends and the Aphrodite cabin where the party (which is so not a party) is. Your girlfriends squeal and Luke’s friends cringe. Luke throws his arm around your shoulder, "All good Poison?" he ask.

"I'm good, how are you?" he laughs and kisses your head.

"Never better."

You look up at him fondly and kiss the bottom of his scar as the two of you enter the cabin with the rest of your friends.

Across the room, Haley pouts with her siblings, but you don’t notice. You’re too enamored with Luke, the boy you’ve loved for as long as you can remember. The boy who loves you back.

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan imagine #pjo series #luke castellan oneshot #pjo tv show #pjo fanfic #luke castellan pjo #x reader #fem reader #reader insert

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lewisvinga · 4 months

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our baby | oscar piastri x fem! reader

summary; in which a few silly comments from oscar and y/n led to a big misunderstanding for fans

fc; yunjin huh

warnings; none (?)

notes; oscah

masterlist !

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, and 903,067 others!

yourusername: winter photo dump w bae :p

tagged; oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri: i hate this.

yourusername: hello????

oscarpiastri: where is my child

oscarpiastri: OUR baby

oscarpiastri: why’d you leave baby angel out 🙁

yourusername; you drama queen, she’s like 8 weeks old she’ll be okay 🙄

username: did oscar say a CHILD??

username; my fave grid couple 🥹🥹

username: oscar’s comment??? uhm is that why y/n wasn’t in the paddock for a bit ….

username: now that’s making sense

username: mother and father ( literally )

username: i’d kill to pull off orange like y/n😩

landonorris: did u trip

yourusername: maybe 🤫

username: I SAW THEM AT ST MORITZ N OSCAR SEEMED TO BE XTRA CAREFUL W HER

username: oh u rich rich

username: maybe it’s bc that’s his gf

username: what if they fr had a baby and that’s just him being careful during her recovery 🤔

username: why would they be in st moritz after just having a baby…

username: 8 weeks = 2 months , no? baby should be fine at home w a babysitter

username: what are yall talking about… liked by yourusername!

liked by oscarpiastri, lilymhe, and 912,764 others!

yourusername: how’d osc pull me ?

oscarpiastri: with rizz ( free boba )

yourusername: real 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

oscarpiastri: wow you are gorgeous.

yourusername: £\!£\¥~£|^ h&:&,$jdkcjskfkd

oscarpiastri: you look like our daughter in the last picture

yourusername: yeah cos i had her in my womb for 9 months and birthed her 🤰

username: WHAT

username: THEIR COMMENTS?? SHE FR HAD A DAUGHTER??

username: why haven’t they said anything abt their comments…

logansargeant: if i remember correctly there was a lot of stuttering and blushing , not from u tho

yourusername: so true

oscarpiastri: ok come on, it wasn’t that bad

logansargeant: h-h-hey y/n, h-how was y-your day!

yourusername: ya babe you were like that…

oscarpiastri: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

username: everyone talking abt possible oscar piastri jr but im focused on how good she looks 😫😫😫😩😍😍😢😢

username: it’s giving poison ivy🤩

lilymhe: WOWWWWWWW

lilymhe: you’re soooo fine 😍😍 marry me💍

yourusername: anytime bbg👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

oscarpiastri: oh! you can’t , we have a child

lilymhe: i’ll be a stepmother 👩‍🍼👩‍🍼

alex_albon: we have our real children at home ( albon pets 😞 )

yourusername posted to their story!

liked by oscarpiastri, landonorris, and 1,004,304 others!

yourusername: last photo dump of 2023 ft. our 8 week baby angel 🕊️ yes , she’s our baby daughter 👩‍🍼

tagged; oscarpiastri

oscarpiastri: angel is the cutest baby ever despite leaving fur everywhere

yourusername: she’s just a baby!

oscarpiastri: the prettiest girl, can’t believe you’re all mine

yourusername: ur mine 4ever you cant get rid of me or angel 😈😈

oscarpiastri: and i never plan to!

username: IT WAS A CAT ALL ALONG???

yourusername: not just a cat! a ragdoll kitty :p!!

username: oomf on twitter was right abt it being an inside joke 😭😭😭

username: so no baby piastri 2024?

yourusername: she is my baby piastri 😠

username: LMFAOOO IT WAS A CAT???

username: baby piastri being a cat is so on brand for y/n 😭

landonorris: my niece angel 😇 did she enjoy my gift🥰

oscarpiastri: by gift meaning a cat tower with your face on it? yes, she enjoyed scratching your face 😊

username: the kitten is so cute 🥹

username: the last picture of oscar driving w angel😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

username: the most perfect kitty for the most perfect couple 🥹🥹

#f1 scenario #formula one imagines #f1 imagine #formula one social media au #f1 smau #f1 scenarios #f1 x reader #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri smau #oscar piastri scenario

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 2 months

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DC (EXCLUDING MAINLY BATMAN/FAM) MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

CLARK KENT/ SUPERMAN

A Kent And A Wayne (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

Effects Of The Toxin (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

DIANA PRINCE/ WONDERWOMAN

Motherly (Diane Prince X Teen!Reader)

Family Visit (Diana Prince X Daughter!Reader)

Snow Day (Diana Prince X Reader)

Washing Up (Diana Prince X Male!Reader)

BARRY ALLEN/ FLASH

Little Gifts (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Anyone But Him (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Another Speedster (Barry Allen X Reader)

The Wayne Mystery (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Sorry!(Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Cancelled Plans (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Please Stop (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Actual Flirting (Barry Allen X Male!Reader)

Caught Red Handed (Barry Allen X Fem!Wayne!Reader)

How Did It Come To This? (Barry Allen X Sibling!Reader)

JUSTICE LEAGUE

Would You Kindly? (Justice League X Male!Reader)

Hidden Scars And Memories (Justice League X Male!Reader)

MULTIPLE

New Start (Roy Harper X Male!Reader X Jason Todd)

A Mostly Successful Mission (Jason Todd X Male!Reader X Roy Harper)

Keeping Secrets (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader X Wally West)

The Quiet Son (Bruce Wayne X Son!Reader X Justice League)

Father's Day (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

No More Joker (Harley Quinn X Fem!Reader X Poison Ivy)

City Siren's Daughter (Harley, Ivy & Selina X Daughter!Reader)

Nightmares (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

Their Redemption (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

One Of Us Hurt (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

VILLAINS

Penguin's Friend (Ed Nygma X Male!Reader)

Waiting For You (Jerome Valeska X Fem!Reader)

My Responsibility (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader)

There For Me (Harley Quinn X Batsis!Reader)

Never Going Back (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader)

We Could Be A Team (Deathstroke X Daughter!Reader)

Colleagues (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

OTHER

What Happened?! (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Close Your Eyes (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Nothing Else (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Secret Meetings (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

We're Having A Baby? (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

She's My Sister! (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

I'm Not Letting You Go (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Future Child (Leonard Snart X Daughter!Reader)

Saving Up (Harrison Wells X Trans!Male!Reader)

Stubborn And Injured (Raven X Fem!Reader)

Not Fireproof (Raven X Reader)

Blues Music (Teen Titans X Reader)

A Little Help (Batman X Scarecrow) Pt 1 / Pt 2

Finally Married (Rip Hunter X Reader)

Cant' Wait (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

Sneaking Out (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

#Batman #Superman #Wonderwoman #flash #clark kent #diana prince #barry allen #justice league #teen titans #Harley Quinn #Poison Ivy #Catwoman

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onmyyan · 11 months

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ADDING ONTO THAT PREVIOUS ASK

Since lex Luther and other villians with half a brain Invest into reader and helping reader imagine the suprise and shock on batfams face when they try to kidnap reader and suddenly 50 highly trained assassins/bodyguards are running at them sure the batfam beat them but two things

The assassins escaped

Reader is nowhere to be found

Its like one second reader is in one if lex's safe house next thing you know reader is jumping into a car with poison ivy and harley quinn for a girls night out

THAT PREVIOUS ASK WAS AMAZING BTW 😍

Omfg this concept is everything to me rn!! The Gotham City Sirens just swiping reader from right under the Batfam's nose, Harley dragging her on the dancefloor, breaking the fingers of some dumbass who thought they could try to touch her puddin', she's like a feral dog latched to your side, possessively pressing herself flush to your back, her giggles in your ear, she enjoyed the way people watched her hold you with envy, Pamela giving you antidotes so you'll never be harmed by her toxic plants, teaching you how to use nature to your advantage, you took out a pig of a man who was dumping chemicals in a local lake to cut costs and she turns to putty, heart eyes and all, her favorite way to spend time with you was tucked snugly in her lair, the flora surrounding you two like a protective blanket, if she had it her way you'd never leave, but she could never clip your wings like that, so she settles for this, sharing you between the only other two people in Gotham she cares for, Selena has a much more platonic love for you than the other two, her complicated history with Bruce be damned, she saw you as a fierce and strong woman but at the same time, as a sweet kitten needing her guidance, sure you were a king of your own criminal empire but she still took the time to train your flexibility and stealth, she is very affectionate, treating you like a daughter, all that to say, the three make so much more trouble for the batfamily after their attempt at taking you, hitting them that much harder the next time they meet in battle, their strikes have venomous intent, and the batfamily should be worried, because these three are more than willing to kill for their sweet (y/n).

#yananswers #anon submission #yandere batfamily #neglected reader #Yandere Gotham city sirens #villain reader

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bluetooththereptile · 1 year

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Alright so

Blue here! I'm still on my writers block and I'm trying to improve my art, some yandere portraits are on the way btw, and I've got an idea for you that have read some of my works.

What if, I make the reader from the unwelcomed embrace date the male reader from the being a Wayne fic? The daughter of superman and poison ivy dating batman's son that is on the run from his family? The couple being anti heros, saving world on their own?

If yes please make sure to suggest more elements to the story I'd love to include it in, also if you want to be tagged mention your ids!

Also I leave the link to the two oneshots here if you are curious about the context of their stories!

Hope you are having a wonderful time whenever you are reading this, with love, blue 💙

Being a Wayne

Unwelcomed embrace

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bluebellhairpin · 9 months

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fans of 'The Adventures of Batmom'! (or just batmom fans in general) - I have a question for you!

Thank you so much for your votes! Feel free to drop into my ask box if you really like a particular idea, or have one you'd like to suggest for the future!

#the adventures of batmom #batman x reader #batmom #nemos wips #bruce wayne x reader #batfam x reader

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jiabeewrites · 1 year

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can i request something along the lines of this: reader is the daughter of poison ivy and harley quinn (adopted) and is dating dick grayson? maybe in his yj era with the song honeybee by by head and the heart? thanks!

(OMG I LOVE THAT SONG! i kinda went away from the ask but i hope you like this!)

If Our World Comes Tumbling Down

(aesthetic by @aesthetics-and-fuckery, yeah, that's me. do NOT steal this!)

Pairing: Dick Grayson X Fem!Reader

CW: romance, past breakups, use of she/her, language, shitty attempt at angst, author attempted to not use y/n and i think i succeeded but who knows, lil bit of Zatanna being a jealous bitch I LOVE HER BUT I NEEDED A LIL ANGST, i think that's it but if there's more tell me!

A/N: Sorry this is so late anon! hope you like it!

HOW TO READ: Each set of lyrics is kinda like a divider! each section of words/blurb between the lyrics are their own story, and this particular piece has multiple little moments. Definitely timeskips. You can find more stories like this one by looking under the tag #ryn writes songfics

Honeybee Could you imagine where our lives would lead? That silly ring, it wasn't meant to be Luckily you saw in me Something I couldn't see

Ugh. That stupid ringtone. She hated it, but Robin somehow put it there and she couldn't remove it.

"Hello?"

"Hey mushroom."

She scoffed.

"Don't mushroom me, wonderboy. And tell your brother to remove the stupid ringtone."

She heard a sigh at the end of the line.

"Look, I get the feeling that you're mad at me-"

"No shit, sherlock."

"-but I need to know why."

She sucked in a breath.

She loved Dick Grayson. And Dick Grayson loved her.

So why couldn't she say yes?

"Dick..." She let out a sob.

"Mushroom? You okay?"

"No, I'm not okay, dammit!"

She put the phone down, and let the tears stream down her face.

"Hey. I'm here for you, ring or no ring. Okay? You're my best friend." A pause. Then: "Don't tell Wally I said that."

She let out a dry laugh. Then, taking a slow breath, she began to explain herself.

"Dick. I...I know I promised you I would change, that I could change...but I can't. I'm starting to think that old habits can't die. I'm not like you, I'm not the hero you think I am."

There was nothing but silence on the other end of the line.

"Dick?"

"How many."

She didn't say anything.

"How many?"

"...Sixteen. Sex traffickers."

Honeybee I can't imagine how my life would be If all your gravity did not hit me Oh, don't you see? Darling, my honeybee

"Mushroom?"

"Yeah, Wonderboy?"

"Would you actually have left me?" Dick turned his head to face his girlfriend.

"Dick..."

She bit her upper lip and looked at the floor.

"I need you to be honest with me." Her eyes darted towards him, before coming back to the floor. She huffed, then spoke.

"I...don't know. I've had so many people give up on me, Dick, I just...I didn't want to lose you, but sometimes you have to let go."

He tilted her chin so that she was facing him.

"So you're saying you would've left me?"

"If it meant that you'd be happier."

He smiled sadly, then kissed her forehead.

"But I'm happier with you."

Such a fool I took your love and I bent all the rules You took the blow and didn't let it show Stuck around to let me know Built a family of our own

"May I have this dance?"

She smirked, then accepted his hand.

"Ever the charmer."

"It's my specialty."

She laughed, then rested her head against his chest.

After a while, he mumbled somethin into her hair.

"What?"

"I wish we could always be like this," he repeated.

Look around We made a garden of the love we found So many reasons I would fight to stay You're the courage when I fade Take a look at what we've made

"Hey, Dick?"

You turned the corner and gasped.

Zatanna Zatara, pinning your boyfriend to a wall.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Dick's eyes widened.

"Hon, it's not what it looks like-" You cut him off with a scoff

"Oh really? Because it looks like Zatara here is forcing herself onto you!"

"Oh. Yeah, no, it it what it looks like."

You huffed out a laugh at your boyfriend, then glared at the magician.

"What the hell are you thinking?!?!?"

She scoffed.

"Why would he love you? You're a villian."

You were seething.

"My parents aren't villains, and neither am I. But you'd need a braincell or two to figure that out."

Dick glared at her.

"Zee, I love her. Yeah, maybe in the past it was different, but we're living now. Not in the past."

But here we are After all the misses and confessions To the stars That we never really owned as ours

You huffed on the bed, and felt a pair of arms wrap around you.

"Hey," you mumbled.

He just laughed, and kissed your temple.

"You know I love you, right?"

You smiled.

"I love you, too."

And if our world comes tumbling down I never could forgive myself for leaving out You're the one, you are the only one

A/N: GOD THIS IS SO SHITTY BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON

#ryn writes songfics #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #zatanna zatara #poison ivy #ryn writes stuff #jiabeewrites

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Madness and old friends

Paring: Bruce Wayne x f!reader, Batman x f!reader Warnings: rating T+/M, blood and gore, violence, strong language, themes of depression Summary: New city, old friends. Feeling lost and called out by prof. Crane and his accusation that she couldn't or was afraid to build relationships with people she makes an impulsive decision to renew an old friendship. But her old friend is not who she used to be. What path will it open in front of her? Where it will lead? Word count: 7.2k Note: Gifs are not mine, credit to the authors.

Chapter one: Bright future, dark city Chapter two: Curious people

***

James Gordon did not like waiting. Waiting made his perpetually overworked mind start listing all the things he could be doing right now, made his imagination spin images of all the people he could be helping right now, made the number of cigarettes in his pack start decreasing fast. Still, he waited. He would light the specially modified Klieg searchlight located on the roof of the First Precinct of GCPD building, illuminating the sky above Blake Island with a pale bat-shaped symbol, lit a cigarette and wait. Sometimes he waited a few minutes, sometimes even an hour. The longer he waited the more anxious he became. For when Batman didn't show up it meant one of two things, either he was busy or Gotham was in trouble.

The alliance with Gotham's mysterious masked protector was not an easy one. James was a commissioner, and as a commissioner, he should obey the law in every way. He should lead his men by example. He should always act by the book. And yet, how to act perfectly by the book in a city where corruption reaches every level of government. How to stick to ideals when even the Judge and Jury are paid by Carmine Falcone, the biggest mafia boss in Gotham. How to obey the law when in this city no one breaths without his knowledge and consent. Finally, how to apply the law to criminals like the Riddler, who loved to torture people with complex puzzles, Poison Ivy, who, under the pretense of protecting the planet, would murder anyone who dared to pluck a flower from the garden, Mad Hatter, who would kidnap young blond-haired girls and subject them to mind control in the eternal search for his Alice, and finally the Joker, who was the embodiment of madness and mayhem. James knew that when facing the challenge of protecting Gotham's citizens from criminals like these, he had no choice but to create new ideals, he had to bend the law, he had to create new rules, and in the end, instead of arresting the masked vigilante had to trust him.

He glanced nervously at the watch he got from his daughter for his birthday and reached for another cigarette. Half an hour had passed and the bat symbol continued to light up the night sky. He was absolutely sure that it was visible from every Gotham neighborhood, even those far away, he checked. Years ago, when the searchlight was first installed and Batman first failed to appear, he forced his men to go out to Gotham's most remote neighborhoods to confirm that the symbol was visible. From the lonely Mercey Island where Arkham Asylum was located to the equally remote Wayne Manor as far as twelve kilometers from Gotham located in Bristol Township, the symbol in the sky was visible everywhere. That night Batman first confronted the League of Shadows and his old friend Ra's al Ghul who came to Gotham with a plan to destroy the city. Batman never told him about it, and James could only guess. The clues left in the city allowed him to piece together the facts and put the sequence of events together. Tonight, as he stood on the roof of the GCPD, smoking cigarette after cigarette, he could only hope he wouldn't have to do it again. The briefcase in his hand seemed to grow heavier with each passing minute. Photos and officer's reports, burned into his mind, seemed to manifest before his open eyes. One by one, similar murder cases seemed to appear. Photos of more nightmarishly mutilated bodies kept appearing on his desk. On the surface, they had nothing in common except the gruesome deaths. Some part of him didn't want to turn to Batman for help, didn't want to admit the fact that the police were failing to find the perpetrator, didn't want to admit that he was failing. Yet there were always too few police officers in Gotham, especially those he could trust, those who weren't fed by the kind hand of Falcone or Maroni. He needed that trust, deep down he knew that just as Gotham needed Batman, he needed that strong bond of trust that kept him firmly grounded in reality, that kept him hopeful.

"Jim," a low throaty voice reached his ears. He turned sharply, in his mind cursing his ally and his habit of appearing silently in the darkest places.

"One of these days you'll give me a heart attack," he fumed, letting out a cloud of smoke, "Busy night?"

"We'll see," he replied shortly and with a slow step approached Jim. No matter how many times they met on the roof of the GCPD, Jim never got used to the towering figure, dressed in a black armor-plated suit, whose black cape reached all the way to the ground. The only bright spots of his suit were a symbol shining with a black metallic glow in the middle of his chest, and two bright dots standing out against his cowl. Jim knew better than to stare at the masked ally so he simply opened the folder containing the case file and handed it to him, " more victims, similar to the family from two weeks ago," he outlined, "at first glance, nothing connects them except…"

"They all died the same gruesome death," Batman finished for him and took a closer look at the photos. The first report showed two young girls whose bodies were marked with dozens of incisions. Their faces, chests, thighs, the insides of their arms, were cut with surgical precision.

"Scalpel," Gordon interjected quietly, "forensics combed every inch of the apartment, found no signs of forced entry, struggle or fingerprints or DNA."

Batman made no comment, simply turned the page and looked at the next case. A young man, slim, of slight stature, beaten to death.

"I sent homicide guys to the scene, but it turned out that it wasn't a murder at all. At least not intentional. Witnesses testified that the boy went to the area of one of the smaller gangs and attacked its members. He was armed with a machete and a revolver. They beat him up. They are now in custody and will be tried for unintentional manslaughter."

Batman took a closer look at the photos of the young boy. He seemed to him the type of bookworm, perhaps an aspiring scientist, certainly not a gangster. The camera in his cowl scanned all the photos, which he planned to analyze once he got back to the cave.

He turned the page and saw another photo. This time if it weren't for the description he wouldn't have been able to recognize the victims. The photo showed two bloodstains splattered on the sidewalk. Blood, shattered bones and insides were one with the clothes.

"They jumped from a plane, without parachutes," Gordon explained quickly, "Batman, it doesn't make sense! The family from two weeks ago and the two girls would suggest that it could be the Joker's doing.

"It's not his MO," Batman interrupted, "Too clean. The Joker would have left more havoc behind. And he wouldn't act discreetly by attacking individual random people. Joker wants to be seen."

"And what's more, a boy and two jumpers destroy any substitute for a pattern..."

"No," Batman flipped through the pages again, "they create a different pattern."

"Care to share?" Gordon glared at him surprised.

"When I know more," Batman replied and handed the file back to Gordon, "in the meantime, have the security around the Joker at Arkham Asylum strengthened."

"You expect that he will try to escape?"

"I expect everything," he replied after which, without a word of farewell, he jumped off the roof and glided into the night.

***

Y/N knew she should go to bed but was too excited to fall asleep. She tried the podcast, tried reading, tried watching the meager night TV, but nothing brought her to sleep. She was thinking about Professor Crane's words and his accusation that she couldn't or was afraid to build relationships with people. Perhaps there was a grain of truth in that. Perhaps experience had taught her to be cautious, distrustful, and to always expect the worst first. Yet for those few brief moments when she was talking with Bruce, she felt so comfortable, felt so very natural, so very at ease. The conversation with him flowed so smoothly and freely. She didn't have to calculate in her mind her every move, she didn't have to think about every word she spoke, and the conversation flowed on its own, despite her ignorant remarks about him. "Consider me curious," she recalled his words and those blue eyes that for a split second came within breathing distance of her face. She giggled when the part of her that was still sixteen years old momentarily peeked out. However, the adult side of her quickly stifled the exultant teenager, "I don't need problems," she rebuked herself in her mind turning restlessly to the side and closing her eyes, "I don't need drama in my life, I need peace and quiet." And yet, even under her closed eyelids, the barely visible smirk refused to leave her.

She got up irritated, grabbed her phone, and impulsively typed a message.

"Hey, I'm in Gotham. Maybe we could catch up?"

The answer came a few minutes later, just as she was trying to assign the scent of his perfume to any of the well-known brands.

"Heya sweetie! Sounds like a banging plan! Bowery, tomorrow around 9pm? How does it sound?"

Y/N smiled at the idea of an evening spent with an old friend. "At least I won't sit at home and think," she thought.

"Sounds like a plan :) send me a pin!"

"Will do! See ya tomorrow!"

***

Saturday meant a day without therapy. Saturday also meant a day without work. On Saturday, Y/N could be calm, she could not stress about Professor Crane's perfectly targeted questions, on Saturday she could not worry about another accidental Bruce Wayne encounter during her work day. Saturday meant she could get up later than usual, run some errands, and then plan an outfit for the evening. She had hoped for a casual meeting with an old friend at some quiet restaurant, but a quick google search shattered all her hopes. The Bowery turned out to be the commercial district of old Gotham, filled with pubs, stores, cafes, restaurants, and the hottest club in town, Iceberg Lounge. As soon as Y/N saw pictures of the club she knew it was where Harleen wanted to go. The club didn't match the Harleen she knew, the quiet, sometimes shy girl with a feisty sparkle in her eyes that betrayed to an attentive observer a hidden, dormant other self. Y/N knew it, saw it come to the surface in situations of heightened tension or complete relaxation. Harleen, however, wanted to be seen seriously, wanted, dreamed of being a psychiatrist, but not just any psychiatrist, no that was not Harleen's style. Harleen and her dormant bit of insanity decided that they wanted to work nowhere else but Arkham Asylum, a psychiatric hospital for the criminally insane. They tried to talk about it but Harleen was stubborn, and Y/N had her own problems on her mind, problems that overwhelmed her, problems that made her close herself off and cut herself off from the world. And so Harleen left, and Y/N was left alone. As she was getting ready to leave, Y/N wondered if and how much her friend had changed, wondered if they would find a common language again, wondered if the little black dress and calf-length boots were too much, wondered if someone like Bruce Wayne frequented places like the Iceberg Lounge. She left her hair loose on her shoulders and swiped her lips with burgundy lipstick, just in case. She grabbed her favorite black leather jacket, smiled at her reflection in the mirror, and decided it was going to be a good night.

Bruce Wayne didn't spend his Saturday evenings as befits a billionaire. Once in a while, he would show up in town, and let the camera flash lights and the endless calls of the paparazzi focus on his person for as long as he let them. He would smile politely while doing so, turn in the direction in which he was being called, and played the role that had been entrusted to him. However, he usually didn't have to play, he usually holed up in a cave deep under the foundations of his mansion and worked, fulfilling the role he had entrusted to himself. There was always work in the cave. If it wasn't investigation, it was training, if not training it was maintenance work, if not maintenance work it was implementing new technologies and improvements. And even when everything was already done, which was extremely rare, he came here simply to sink into his thoughts in peace and get away from the world on the surface. On that evening, however, he stared for another hour in a row at the photos of the victims and the case files displayed on most of the large computer screens, as if he hoped that looking at them from a different angle would make him see something he hadn't seen before. He zoomed in and out, scaled up, framed, looking for details that could be part of the puzzle. He searched, read, analyzed, each victim individually. Who they were, where they lived, what they liked, who they were friends with, where they worked, what stores they went to, what they bought, every little detail could be important, every little detail could be a breakthrough in understanding the pattern. For Bruce saw the pattern, saw the sense in the randomness of the events, saw the similarity of the victims so different from each other, saw the pieces of the puzzle, and was able to name them however he did not want to do so. Not yet. "Too soon," he thought.

"Four cases, eight victims. They didn't know each other, they didn't frequent the same places, they have no connection to each other. And they don't fit any known pattern…" he spoke aloud hearing the echo of approaching footsteps, "It's someone new Alfred," he continued accepting a mug of steaming coffee from the butler, "it's someone precise, discreet, intelligent."

"I see you've already managed to determine that these were no random cases Master Bruce," Alfred stated while looking at the displayed photos. Bruce didn't respond immediately, he merely enlarged the photos of the family that he himself had taken a few days ago and arranged them side by side with the photos of the young girls he had received from Gordon, "a gruesome death…" Alfred quietly commented.

"The family from Narrows was the first victim we know of," Bruce took a sip of coffee without taking his eyes off the computer screen and continued, "The man died of exsanguination after he scratched his eyes out."

"Nail fragments and blood on the fingertips left no doubt…"

"A woman and a child," Bruce continued, "They died from internal burns after drinking solvent."

"We rule out the possibility that someone forced the solvent into them…" Alfred stated more than asked.

"There were no traces of forced entry or foreign DNA in the apartment. Whereas the traces I found and which were later verified by Gordon's forensics confirm definitively that the woman first gave the solvent to the boy then drank it herself," he took another sip of coffee, "No, Alfred. No matter how we look at it the facts are indisputable."

"How could a mother do such a thing to her son? What was going on in her head?" Alfred asked quietly.

"I'd like to know…" Bruce moved his mouse across the screen drawing red lines on the photos of the young girls, "They were friends, went to high school together, and later went to college together. Exemplary students, exemplary daughters," as he was saying this he outlined red lines connecting the cuts on their bodies, "good homes, loving parents, no problems, no history of mental illness or tragedy in the family…"

"At least until now…"

"On Instagram, they followed celebrities, models, singers, actresses…" the number of lines was increasing, some straight, some forming oval shapes, on their abdomens, on their faces, on their arms, on their thighs, "the wounds were made with a scalpel…."

"My god…." Alfred whispered looking at the patterns that Bruce had drawn, "it looks like surgical incisions, like the ones that are made during plastic surgery. Buist augmentation, liposuction of the abdomen, thighs and arms, fillers in the cheeks and lips, correction of the nose…."

"Anything they'd like to improve in their seemingly less than ideal bodies…" Bruce concluded.

"Master Bruce, you do not think that they also did that to themselves!" shock and disbelief tinged Alfred's voice, "it's impossible, a person is not able to inflict so many wounds on themselves and not pass out from the pain!"

"That's exactly what I think Alfred," Bruce replied grimly, "the fingerprint marks on the scalpels, the angle and depth of the incisions suggest that they did that to each other. Instead of drawing on each other's bodies with red marker pens, they drew with scalpels."

"But Master Bruce, this is not physically possible…"

"The evidence is clear, and as with the family, the toxicology came out clean. If they took any drug, it had cleared from the bloodstream by the time the bodies were found. The problem is that no known drug disappears without leaving a trace. Not in such a short time."

"What about the other victims?" Alfred asked in a tone that told Bruce he was quietly hoping for a pattern disruption.

"A couple, a woman 28 years old and a man 34 years old," Bruce displayed their photos on the screen next to the bloodstains on the sidewalk, "they got married a week before. They were flying on their honeymoon."

"And halfway there they decided it would be more romantic to jump out of a plane without a parachute?" Alfred scoffed.

"Gordon questioned the pilot," a scan of the police report appeared on the screen, "he was their friend. A pilot by passion. As a gift, he got them a flight in his private avionette. An hour after takeoff, they unexpectedly got up from their seats and, ignoring his shouts and cries, opened the door and jumped out."

"How is the man doing now?"

"He is under psychiatric observation, which is being conducted by a certain Professor Crane, a prominent psychiatrist with a very impressive resume," Bruce took another sip of coffee, minimized photos of the couple and displayed a photo of the latest victim.

"Jeremy Walters, age 17," he informed, "with him I have the biggest problem."

"As far as I can see, he was beaten to death by inferior gang members…" Alfred ran his eyes over a scan of the case file.

"Maroni's men, pawns for collecting ransoms, and intimidating small businessmen."

"Coincidence?"

"Perhaps," Bruce replied pensively, "one thing, however, troubles me."

"What's that?"

"All Gotham residents know which neighborhoods to avoid, and where not to go. What was he doing in the Maroni area?"

"Stupidity? Bravado? Need to impress his colleagues?"

"Or a missing piece of the puzzle…" Bruce minimized the images and set the empty cup down on a silver tray set on the desk.

"What are you going to do Master Bruce?"

"I need to see if there is any connection between the victims and the dockside shooting and what was in the cargo," Bruce stood up abruptly and began reviewing the state of his suit utility belt, the bottom part of which he had been wearing all this time. As he checked pocket by pocket each of them, his face was painted with calmness and complete control, like that of an experienced soldier who checks his rifle before going to the battlefield. Despite the passage of years, Alfred couldn't shake the terrible feeling that maybe if he had done more himself, maybe now he wouldn't have to watch the man he had treated like a son don the top of his suit, attach the long black cape and hide his face under the mask, becoming someone completely different.

"I understand that I'm not supposed to wait with dinner," he said in his perfectly controlled tone tinged with a hint of irony. Bruce merely smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"I'll be in touch."

You wouldn't say that Harleen looked exactly as you remembered her, for she had changed a lot. Long gone were the sneakers, loose pants and oversized pullovers she used to be so fond of. They were replaced by tight black jeans clinging tightly to her slim body, a blue shirt unbuttoned two buttons too many, and brown high-heeled boots. The beautiful blond hair she once wore in a loose bun or ponytail now fell in waves of gold to her shoulders. Eyes painted with strong black eyeliner peeked confidently from behind strong black eyeglass frames, and her lips adorned with blood red lipstick smiled wryly.

"Harleen, if it weren't for the damn pin I would have passed you on the street and not recognized you!" you hugged your friend joyfully, and she reciprocated the hug, "damn, you've changed!"

"Girl gotta look the part don't ya think!!!?" Harleen replied with a sparkle in her eye.

"Totally!"

"You've changed too!" Harleen swept her eyes over you, "what's with the goth vibe?!"

"Don't know, kinda like it I guess, feels right," you replied dragging your hands over your black dress quickly realizing that every part of your outfit was black.

"And looks right! You look fineee sweetie!" the smile on Harleen's face seemed sincere, and you could clearly hear undisguised joy in the tone of her voice.

"So, Iceberg Lounge," you began awkwardly, realizing that after so many years you didn't even know where to begin, "I hope it won't be cold inside."

"We won't have time to get cold! We'll have a few shots, and hit the dance floor!" Harleen replied with a broad smile then grabbed your hand and pulled you along, pushing through the crowd of people waiting in line to enter.

"Harleen!" you tried to stop her, "shouldn't we wait like everyone else!"

"Fuck them! My boyfriend knows the owner, we'll be here like VIPs!" she threw over her shoulder then stopped abruptly in front of the bouncer, whose physique surpassed both of you both in height and width, "Hello, Butch" she smiled playfully, "a table for two! Me and my bestie are planning to have a banging evening!"

"Miss Quinzel…" the bouncer spoke quietly but his gaze, instead on Harleen, focused on you, measuring you from head to toe, his gaze giving you unpleasant shivers as if something slimy had just touched your bare skin, "enjoy your evening," he opened the door revealing to your eyes a gigantic establishment bathed in shades of blue, white and silver.

Everywhere within your sight you could see countless tables adorned in black and white at which ladies in elegant dresses and gentlemen in suits were engaged in many conversations. Some were enjoying elegant meals, while others were sipping sparkling wines or amber whisky from shining silver crystals. In the middle of the room, at a shiny black piano, a musician was playing a graceful classical melody, soothing nerves and inviting people to dance.

"Harleen? I think we're a little underdressed," you chuckled quietly, looking around the room.

"Oh, oh don't be silly! The upper hall is for stiffs and snobs!" Harleen replied without lowering her tone of voice causing outrage from guests sitting nearby, "we're hitting there!" she added and pointed to a silver and black door with a shiny VIP sign.

44 Below, the club below club, opened its doors with rumbling synthwave bass and blinding red lights reflecting off the black walls and floors. Elegant couples chatting in hushed voices over a glass of wine turned in the blink of an eye into a sea of bodies rhythmically floating between the smoke and the blaze of light, huddled together in cramped lodges tilting glass after glass. Between one flash of lights and another, a glass of green and purple liquid appeared in your hand. You tried to stop Harleen, who was still holding your hand and dragging you deeper into the club, but she only turned around and winked wryly.

You tried to take in your surroundings, so strange and fascinating at the same time. On one side, girls dressed in skimpy dresses, latex pants and corsets dancing so close to the men as if trying to melt their bodies into one. On the other, men in suits, hidden in lodges seemed to watch everything and everyone at once. Someone winked at you, someone smiled, someone's hand touched your shoulder, another brushed your hip. The music was pounding, the lights were blinding, and Harleen seemed to be in absolute heaven, even though to you, the place looked more like hell. It seemed to you that she was waving to someone, perhaps greeting someone. An empty glass not knowing when became full again when she pulled you by the hand and slipped into a vacant booth deep in the club.

"Isn't this awesome?!" she asked throwing her shirt off her shoulders exposing a black sleeveless top, "I love this place!!!"

"It's something, I give you that!" you replied forcing yourself to smile. This is not how you imagined this evening but you decided, to go with the flow.

"It's fucking brilliant! You look tense! Drink up and let's hit the floor!!!"

"I don't drink much…"

"How so?"

"It's messing up with my head…" you smiled apologetically.

"Come on! You gotta loosen up a bit!!!" Harleen's hand landed on your shoulders "All that trauma is gonna eat you alive! And I know what I'm talking about!! I am a psychiatrist! Have a paper and all!"

"You know?" you pulled away from your friend in surprise, suspicion seeping into your mind in an instant sharpening all your senses.

"Sure I know!" Harleen countered with an innocent smile, "Just cos you ain't staying in contact doesn't mean I don't keep tabs on ya! You my bestie aren't ya?!"

"Then why didn't you say something earlier?"

"Well, it was kinda obvious you needed time! I ain't gonna rush you! You been through hell, you needed time, I get that! But now since you here, chill dude!!!" she pushed a glass in your direction, "drink up! Doctor's orders!"

You smiled uncertainly and emptied the glass.

"That's my girl!!" Harleen applauded and emptied hers, "don't ya worrie sweetie, I'm gonna take care of ya! No talks about trauma, no talks about past, no sadness! You have your therapist for that! Today, let's put some smile on that face!!"

"How do you know I see a therapist?" suspicion crept in again pushing out the brief dizziness.

"Dude, I fucking now ya!" Harleen replied without hesitation, "C'mon we know each other like whole life!!!"

"That's true…" smiled faintly, "alright then! Fun it is!"

"Fuck yeah!!!"

Batman knew that if there was anyone in Gotham who would be in possession of information about the cargo on the docks, it would be the Penguin. Nothing in Gotham happened without his knowledge. He acquired, sold, stored information more expensive and valuable than all the cocaine that passed through his club, than all the weapons he traded. Oswald Cobblepot was many things, but above all, he was a businessman. If something constituted value and could be sold for an exorbitant amount, Oswald was the first person in Gotham to take an interest in it. At the 44 Below, various transactions took place every night. The club was frequented by the very elite of Gotham's social scene, criminals, gangsters, dealers, politicians, police officers, a Judge, the District Attorney. All who contributed in one way or another to Gotham's downfall. Dealers sold drugs under the noses of police officers, passed through the hands of hookers the purest goods destined for the Judge and his men. Gangsters were striking deals to sell things far more dangerous than drugs right behind the backs of an unseeing District Attorney. And all in the underground of a seemingly pristine establishment for the upper class.

Piecing together the plan in his head, Bruce was tempted for a moment to enter the club with the door and let the whole place go up in smoke. Chase people away, burn it to the ground. He knew, however, that it wasn't the premises that were the problem, but the people. Burning down the premises would only spread the plague throughout the city until they would find a new place. They couldn't seek refuge with Falcone, who played his political games in a more discreet way, with blackmail, threats and bribes. They couldn't hole up in one of Maroni's restaurants, since he wasn't interested in political games, only in the pure profit from the arms trade, the harassment and the eternal war with Falcone. Sionis continued to pretend that he was just an influential businessman focused on industrial development. Penguin was not picking and choosing, Penguin accepted everyone and could profit from anyone. Without him, they would have scattered across Gotham like locusts, spreading all over the city. They would have become more desperate, more dangerous.

So he chose the stealth approach. Squeezing through a narrow ventilation shaft, he seriously questioned his decision to reinforce his suit with kevlar plates and attach a cape. "Superman does have a cape," he mused, "but Superman doesn't sneak into the underground clubs through the narrow shafts…" he smiled faintly, imagining Superman in his place.

The plan was simple, get through the shaft straight over Pingiwn's office, surprise him, intimidate him and interrogate him. The only problem was a quick exit. The narrow ventilation shafts were not suitable for a quick escape. More than that, they left a clear trail, an entry and exit route, betraying his tactics, something he could not afford to do. "I will have to improvise. Make my way through the crowd to the upper level exit and grapple my way out…" he planned, "it's gonna get messy."

"Everyone I've ever loved either left me or died!" you exclaimed as you downed a glass of whisky in one sip. The alcohol was starting to warm you from the inside, causing the world to spin along with the flashlights, "I don't blame you Harl, I don't have any resentments," you corrected yourself quickly, "I don't hold a grudge, you left much earlier."

"I get it!" she assured you.

"No one gave a fuck! No one!" you reached for the bottle and refilled your glass, "Not my remaining family! Not my friends!!! They did not give a single flying fuck!"

"People suck!!! Fuck them!!!"

"I didn't know what to do! I was so fucking lost! It's just…I was left alone so I said FUCK IT! Fuck it all!!! I packed my bag and here I am! In fucking Gotham out of all the places!!! Where some maniac named Joker is fighting in front of the police with a guy dressed as a bat! What the actual fuck?! What is this place!"

"It's Gotham baby!!!" Harleen replied with a wide grin.

"Who does that!? Batman and Joker!! Like mindblowing!! Who gives him right!"

"Right!!! Beating up innocent people like that!!! Fucking psycho!"

"Totally!!! What is his problem! Like dude, therapy is actually a thing! Get one!"

"No one cares about anyone these days!" Harleen emptied her glass while anger clearly painted on her face, "And fucking Gothamites, all they do is judge and judge! No one actually takes a time to think! All they want is someone to blame! They don't take time to understand!"

"Fuck them Harl!!!" you chuckled with a smile, "fuck all of them!!!" raising your glass in a toasting gesture.

"That's right!!!" Harleen smiled tapping her glass against yours, "I'm so glad you texted me!"

"Honestly, I wasn't sure if you still want to have anything to do with me," you replied sincerely.

"Don't be stupid! 'course I want to!"

"And truly, it was my therapist who convinced me," you laughed.

"What's his name!?" curiosity shone in Harleen's eyes.

"Professor Crane," you replied without thinking, "you know him?"

"I do, "Harleen replied with a sly smile, "but don't count on me to tell you anything about him! Professional courtesy!"

"Fuck professional courtesy!" you laughed, "talk!"

"He's a brilliant psychiatrist. He'll help you, free yourself from that cage you've built in your head!" Harleen replied, "And I won't tell you anything else!"

"Fine!"

The music was pounding louder and louder which meant that he was getting closer to his destination. A few more meters and he should find himself above Penguin's office. He couldn't turn on his listening or echolocation because the music would damage his hearing. He had to count on himself. He tried to listen in on the conversation, but the thin metal trembled moved by the rhythmic bass and his own careful movements. He had to rely on himself, had to trust himself, had to trust that, as in any air-conditioned room, every few steps a ventilation shaft would be cut by a vent and that one of them would be above Penguin's office. According to the reconnaissance he did, Penguin's office was about 120 square meters, the vents appeared on the ceiling evenly every 50 meters in a straight line, which meant that there was at least one in his office. A few meters and he should see one of them below him, and through it a few security guards, armed goons, and a short squat man probably with a cigar in his mouth.

"A quick attack from above, by surprise," he planned, "before he realizes what hit him."

Dancing in the middle of the crowded dance floor, for a moment you forgot all your worries and cares, forgot the stresses of everyday life, forgot the anger that boiled inside you every day when you showed up for therapy, the feeling of loneliness every time you went home, the strange excitement that appeared in you every time you recalled that blue eyes and that low soft voice. The music rumbled inside you, the alcohol allowed your perpetually heightened senses to finally relax, the lights dazzled you, and you flowed along with them. You didn't notice that within a few steps, no one was dancing around Harleen and you, you didn't notice that several men standing at the bar were clearly watching you, you didn't see the owner of the club standing behind the glass wall of his office watching you from afar, nor a stocky man heading in your direction. Nothing mattered. You were free, you felt free, you felt as the rhythm of the music awakened in you a new strength and confidence that something incredible was waiting around the corner, a confidence that Gotham was indeed becoming the beginning of an amazing new life.

You opened your eyes and saw a stocky man standing behind dancing Harleen smiling at you in a way that made you shudder. He leaned over her and said something in her ear making her stop immediately. She threw him angry glances and shouted something while gesturing intensely, but the loud music drowned out her every word. The man only smiled again, as if this gesture was supposed to be the answer to everything.

Harleen turned to you and gestured in a direction then followed him into the depths of the club.

"What's going on?!" you asked, evening your step with theirs, "where are we going?"

"The boss wants to talk to Miss Quinn," the man replied without even looking in your direction.

"Why?" you directed your question to Harleen ignoring him.

"Told ya my boyfriend knows the owner!" Harleen replied with a wide smile, "don't ya worry! Ozzy probably wants to talk business with me while my puddin' is away!"

"What kind of business your boyfriend does here?!"

Harleen didn't have time to answer. The door to the owner's office opened wide revealing a short man inviting you inside with a gesture. You didn't want to enter, your intuition suddenly seemed to have sobered up and wasn't happy about where you found yourself. Harleen stepped confidently inside, while you took two steps back, clashing your back with Butch who effectively blocked the way out.

"I'll wait outside…" you smiled softly.

"Nonsense!" a voice reached you from deep in the room, "C'mon love! Harley's friends are my friends!"

"Five armed goons, two handguns, probably a Colt M1911…" Batman assessed the surroundings from above, "one, Micro Uzi, plus knives. Two at the glass wall, two at the entrance, one at the door. They need to be taken down first. First the ones by the wall. Then those by the door. The one behind the door will manage to get inside, freeing my way out."

"Come here! Ozzy wants to meet ya!" Batman picked up the female voice and scanned the room for its source. A blonde woman with a petite athletic build was turning toward the door and gesturing inside, "Who is she? Who's behind the door?"

"You have a business to discuss!" came from behind the door, "seriously, I'll wait outside, I won't disturb you," he knew the voice.

The thugs began to move. The two at the door turned their backs to the room. In the glare of the lights reflecting off the glass wall, Batman could clearly see one of them reach behind his back and unlock his holster. "I'm out of time…" he decided after which he sprayed a bit of explosive gel in a quick efficient motion and pressed the detonator.

The rumble of the explosion, the pieces of metal and debris falling from the ceiling caused disorientation exactly as he had planned. He didn't even have to use a smoke grenade. Before the thugs had time to realize what had happened he fell from the ceiling and in two quick moves hit those near the wall. A stunning blow to the head and a kick to the chest sent them flying outwards shattering glass in the process. Somewhere behind him he heard a furious curse and a woman's cry of surprise. He didn't care. In two quick steps he jumped to the armed men at the door. A knife flashed before his eyes, but he dodged in time. Swift hand movement and the knife got stuck in the spikes of his gloves. He yanked hard sending the knife far toward the floor.

"It's Batman!" the other shouted, yanking the weapon from behind his belt. A blow to the chest left him breathless but only for a moment, a hit to the shoulder sent a bullet to the floor, a kick, to the abdomen, a dodge, "I have to move them away from the door" he thought, he parried the blow catching his arm in flight and flipped one over his shoulder with a punch to the floor knocking him unconscious. The other one just screamed, pushed through the door and started running away. For a moment Batman saw the chaos that prevailed in the club. One exit, hundreds of people, "I should have foreseen that," he thought. But he didn't have time to analyze, a strong blow to the jaw came from behind the door, sending him tumbling back into the room. He didn't fall. With a backward roll, he got back on his feet poised to fight. He quickly sent a Batarang toward Penguin effectively knocking the weapon out of his hand and attacked his opponent. Butch Gilzean was a stocky man, two meters tall and similarly wide but he was slow which gave Batman the advantage. He attacked first, stunning him with his cape, knocking the gun out of his hand, and hitting Butch's hard chest again and again, pushing him outward to finally send him crashing into the wall with a kick. The scanners in his cawl read a pulse of 47 beats per minute, and he knew Butch wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.

"Don't hurt me…." he heard a familiar female voice from a darkened corner between the door and the wall, "We are not with them…."

Y/N stood there leaning against the wall with her hands raised in a defensive gesture. She looked at him but there was no fear on her face, only shock and confusion. He quickly suppressed the overwhelming fear and surprise, "what is she doing here…"

"Leave," he replied briefly, but she did not move. He turned away from her and looked at the blonde. She did not run away from him with her eyes. On the contrary, she looked at him defiantly and with scorn, "You too. Leave, both of you. Penguin and I need to talk."

***

Standing outside, slowly smoking a cigarette you received from one of the girls who rushed out of the club, you watched as one of the windows shattered from the inside shimmering in the light of the neon lights. A black figure shot up into the sky like a phantom, and if it weren't for the fact that a few minutes earlier you had seen him, standing just a few steps away from you, you would have thought your mind was playing a trick on you. Batman rose into the air towards the tall buildings only to disappear under the cover of night.

"What the actual fuck…" you whispered.

"Told ya this night gonna be banging!" Harleen joked with a wide grin.

"Yeah…let's not do that again…" you breathed musingly.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" Harleen asked as if completely ignoring what you had just said.

"Oh no no! I am not partying with you ever again! Forget about it!" you sneered.

"C'mon sugar! It was an awesome night! Till this nutcase showed up!" Harleen grimaced, "but don't ya worry! No party tomorrow! Just thought you might go with me to pick up my puddin'! He's coming back from his short vacation and I so would love ya to meet him!"

"I don't know Harl…" you hesitated, "after this insanity, I think I need some time to cool off before Monday. Gotta work Monday."

"C'mon! don't be like that!" Harleen looked at you with her big blue puppy eyes, "Now when we are back together I really really want ya to meet my boo! Do this for me! Pretty please!"

"Fine…" you smiled in agreement, "I can't say no to you," you added and Harleen only jumped up joyfully and hugged you, "but please, no craziness tomorrow!"

"You got it sis!" Harleen agreed but the glint in her eye betrayed to you that she wasn't entirely sincere, "Where do you work by the way?"

"Wayne Enterprises."

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Chapter four: I am innocent

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Author note: The story continues! Thank you for your patience and my apologies for the long await. I got distracted by work, some additional tasks that you took on, and then totally got lost watching Peaky Blinders (I know, I'm late to the party but this show is absolutely brilliant! It's been on my 'to watch' list forever and the time finally came!). But a dear friend of mine reminded me kindly that she is still waiting for chapter 3 so I had no other choice but to find time and write the next chapter. Even though I was distracted lately, I kept it in the back of my mind and I'll say, going back to it was a blast! Hope you like it! And I promise I'll do my best to publish the next chapter much sooner than this one! But for now, my Dear Reader, I thank you for reading.

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little flower - chapter two

pairing: hades!Kim Namjoon x persephone!Female Reader word count: 4879 warnings: fluff, angst, flashback, thanatos!yoongi, multiple pov series masterlist A/N: Hope you like it and that you have a wonderful day wherever you are💜

Although it wasn't the first time she's been to Olympus, the first time being decades before when she was still a growing goddess, Y/N couldn't help the excitement that filled every particle of her body, trying her best to seem calm and composed on the outside as her mother, who walked by her side with all the grace and eloquence that a goddess should have.

Approaching the golden gates both mother and daughter bowed to the three goddesses that guarded the entrance to the heavenly fortress. At the sight of the vegetation goddesses the Horae, Eunomia, Eirene, and Dike, bowed as well before opening the gates to let them pass, closing them once again after the goddesses entered the home of the gods.

As mother and daughter walked through the acropolis on the way to Zeus's palace, passing through the lesser palaces for the other gods and the stables for the immortal horses, Y/N couldn't help but be mesmerized by the stark contrast the houses in Olympus had to her own. Hers was a simple one, only big enough to have two bedrooms and a kitchen surrounded by green life on all sides. In Olympus, every building was built of marble and gold, with foundations of bronze and cloistered courtyards with golden pavements that surrounded each palace.

Although not envious Kore couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to live in a home that was bigger than her own, with more space than it probably unnecessary but still filled with marvelous things.

Approaching the god of the sky's palace Demeter stopped in her tracks, leaning towards her daughter and whispering. "Remember, if anyone tries to force you to do something you don't want, make an excuse to remove yourself and try to find either me or Athena and Artemis."

Staring to the left of her and taking a deep breath Y/N nodded, her face falling as she avoided her mother's stare by looking at the disappearing sun in the horizon, watching as the sky changed from an orange glow to shades of pink and violet. "Yes, mother,"

She knew that her mother simply worried for her safety, the young goddess having heard the countless stories from nymphs of how sometimes gods would force themselves on unsuspecting maidens and take whatever they wanted, but the feeling that her mother still treated her like a child with warnings like this always made its presence know, similar to a scratching sensation someone would get after touching poison ivy.

Y/N attention was pulled when she felt her mother's hand on her shoulder. Turning to face the goddess of harvest, the younger goddess gave a small smile upon seeing the worry in her eyes. Like before Demeter wasn't sure if she believed her daughter but decided to not address the subject, hoping that the celebration would help cheer the younger one's mood.

Entering the palace mother and daughter made their way to the central hall, their ears picking up the sound of boisterous conversations and laughter the closer they got. Stepping into the golden-floored hall Y/N looked around the room, taking notice of every god and nymph as she searched for the ones she'd be most comfortable with. All throughout the hall there was a mixture of people singing, dancing, talking, the majority of them having in their hands a glass of either nectar, ambrosia, or whatever else Dionysus had brought.

As she was distracted by the liveliness of the feast Y/N failed to notice the deity running up to her, taking her by surprise as they clashed into her and wrapped their arms around her figure, the force almost making her lose her balance.

"Kore you came!" the familiar voice squeezed her more into the hug before unwrapping their arms and setting their hands on the flower goddess's shoulders. "It's so good to finally see you after such a long time. Oh my God look how much you've grown! You're becoming such a beautiful woman. I have so much to teach you, like how to satisfy your lover or yourself if they suck at it."

Y/N's eyes widen at her friend's words, a bit shocked that she would say such crude things in front of the harvest goddess. The goddess of spring remained quiet, trying to signal to her friend of the older goddess's presence by constantly glancing between the two, at one point even catching her mother looking at her with a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her lips, but unfortunately, the goddess of love didn't pick up the signal and kept looking at her with a big smile.

It wasn't until Demeter cleared her throat that her friend took notice of the older goddess, of which she immediately pulled her hands away from the goddess of flowers and bowed to her. "Lady Demeter, it's a pleasure to see you after so much time has passed."

"Aphrodite," her mother gave a nod in acknowledgment, a somewhat forced smile having replaced the smirk. "I'm glad you are pleased with seeing my daughter again, but I would ask you to refrain from teaching her such depravities."

With a dry chuckle, the goddess of beauty stood straight and stared at the goddess of agriculture, the smile on her face as strained as her mother's. "Of course, please forgive me for saying such depravities," she said putting an emphasis on the word 'depravities' while linking her arm with Y/N. "I promise to be careful with my words to your daughter when in your presence."

Y/N resisted the urge to roll her eyes, having grown somewhat accustomed to the bickering between the two goddesses, especially when the topic involved what the goddess of spring should or shouldn't know when it came to sexual pleasures, mostly because her mother had a destain for how explicit Aphrodite would go into with her explanations.

Not wanting to spend the time between two stubborn goddesses Y/N decided to change the topic that would, hopefully, please both sides. "Mother can me and Aphrodite go meet with Athena and Artemis?" she gave her mother her best puppy dog eyes. "It would be a shame to have come all this way and not be able to talk to them after such a long time."

The goddess of harvest raised an eyebrow at her daughter's words, knowing full well what she was doing, but with a shake of the head, Demeter thought it would be better to continue with the reason they were in Olympus in the first place. "Of course my flower," the goddess of agriculture wrapped one arm around her shoulders, pulling her daughter to her and planting a peck on top of her head. "Remember what we talked about before and enjoy yourself."

With a nod from her, both younger goddesses stepped away from the older one, bursting into laughter once they were at a safe distance. "You're horrible! Why did you tell me she was there?" Aphrodite said bumping into her.

"And miss you making a fool of yourself?" Y/N bumped her back. "Besides Aphrodite, you have two eyes that should've been able to see her."

The goddess of love stopped in her tracks, staring at her with wide eyes and letting out a gasp, her hand lying over her chest. "How dare you speak that way to me when I was only trying to help?"

"At this point, you should know better than to speak of such depravities in front of her," Y/N deepened her voice at the word 'depravities', both goddesses turning to stare at one another before bursting into laughter once again.

Both girls continued the path to their friends, regaining their breath in silence until the goddess of love decided to speak once they had almost reached their destination. "So, on a more serious note, have you decided?"

"On what?" the goddess of spring knew what the other was talking about, it was a topic that Aphrodite often brought up the few times they had been together.

Aphrodite glanced at her with a look of disbelief and an arched brow. "Y/N come on, you know full well what I'm talking about, stop pretending."

Releasing a deep sigh Kore shook her head in a negative motion. "Haven't thought about it, besides," her nails dug into the palm of her hand. "I honestly don't know what to do. If I swear before Zeus to remain a virgin and never marry I feel like I'll be doing it more for my mother's sake than my own. On the other end, I don't see myself being someone's wife at all, I don't feel the need to seek the pleasures you, and many others, enjoy."

Aphrodite gave her friend a once-over before speaking. "You know, if you ever want to find somebody you can always come to me, I've been told I'm an expert when it comes to love situations," she gave the goddess of flowers a wink and a smile.

At the goddess of love's antics, Y/N gave a small smile in return. "Thanks, but I'm going to say no," her gaze lowered towards her feet, finding a sudden interest in them. "But if I ever fall in love I want it to happen naturally and not because you had an influence on it," realizing her words the goddess of spring's eyes widen and she stares at her friend. "No offense."

With a chuckle, the goddess of beauty shook her head. "None taken," both continued their walk towards their friends, Y/N falling quiet, not wanting to further indulge in the conversation. "But in case you change your mind, you know where to find me."

"Pressuring the girl again Aphrodite? You know Demeter won't be pleased to hear about this," the goddess of hunt said playfully upon hearing the last bit of the conversation.

At the words Aphrodite furrowed her eyebrows and puffed out her cheeks, walking over to Artemis and pointing her index finger at her. "Al have you know that I wasn't pressuring Kore into anything," the goddess regained her composure, looking as regal as she always liked to present herself. "I was simply offering my services in case she might need them in the future."

Despite knowing that Artemis was simply pocking fun at her Aphrodite still give the goddess of the wilderness a strained smile, mostly due to having a soft spot when it came to people questioning her work as the goddess of love, beauty, and sexuality. In her eyes it was completely normal to be interested in such affairs, more so when it concerned someone in the same position as Y/N.

Before Artemis had a chance to respond however she was pushed to the side by Athena, the goddess of wisdom having chosen to put a stop to the bickering before it got out of hand, and making her way to give Y/N a hug. "It's good to finally see you again Kore," stepping back she put a few strings of the goddess of spring's hair behind her ear. "You've grown so much."

"Thank you Athena," Y/N started playing with her fingers, having grown slightly embarrassed.

Letting out a chuckle the goddess of war took hold of the goddess of spring's hand and started to pull her in the direction of the table filled with food and drinks. "Now come, let's enjoy the feast."

"Wait, I still haven't had a chance to say hello to her," Artemis said making a fast pace towards them, with a giggling Aphrodite following closing behind.

These interactions were the exact thing that Y/N had been longing for, the nymphs that would keep her company would never be comparable to the three goddesses that surrounded her, there would always be something missing, and in the moment, the goddess of spring felt like nothing or nobody could ruin the happiness that filled her body.

~🌸~

The night sky had never seemed more beautiful and calm in Namjoon's eyes, looking as dark as the black color of his clothes while the Horae raised the stars, filling the dark blanket with bright dots whose shine was outdone only by the light of the full moon that stood high and might.

Taking as much of the sight as he could, the king of the Underworld slowly approached the golden gates, the Horae failing to notice him, their attention being focused on their current task. A thought in the form that one of the reasons they hadn't noticed him was because of how due to his dark clothes the god of the dead blended perfectly with the dark night, something that gave a little amusement to Namjoon as a smirk made its appearance on his lips.

Despite having contemplations about wanting to return to his realm in the back of his mind, the Lord of Riches loudly cleared his throat, hoping to catch their attention. At the noise Eunomia, Eirene, and Dike turned to look at him, their eyes wide and their mouths slightly agape, if it was either a look of shock or of surprise Namjoon couldn't tell, he simply gave them a nod of acknowledgment and patiently waited to be let inside.

The three goddesses looked at one another, not entirely sure how to proceed, for none had been warned of the king of the Underworld's attendance and the fact that the large majority of guests had arrived a couple of hours before.

The Horae gathered up and discussed what their next step should be in low whispers, shushed words that Namjoon could hear due to the short distance between the four individuals, however, he tried his best to ignore said words, his mind occupied with the conversation he had had with his minister prior to coming to Olympus.

After much back and forth between the three goddesses, with a sigh, the Horae reluctantly turned to him and bowed before opening the golden gates.

With another nod, the king of the Underworld passed through the gates and made his way to Zeus's palace, his ears picking up the whispered mumbles of the three goddesses he left behind.

As he passed through every palace the words Thanatos had said took front center in his mind.

~💀~

After the conversation with Taehyung the god of the Dead called forth the judges Minos, Rhadamanthus, and Aeacus, so the four could commence the judging of the souls' deeds before sentencing them to one of the three realms in the Underworld.

Time passed, something that was hard to tell due to the lack of sunlight and the fact that his realm was free from the concept of time, one by one each soul would enter the throne room, bowing to him before beginning to tell their life story, the more bolder ones going as far as requesting a second chance, all of which were denied, and slowly, Namjoon's attention started drifting little by little to the conversation he had had with the messenger god.

As another person stepped into the room the king of the Underworld started to entertain the idea of having a break from it all, and while Olympus wasn't the first place he would have in mind when it came to free time it would, at the very least, it gave him a chance to get out of his dark realm. It had been so long since Namjoon last saw the day turn into night that he had almost forgotten all about it.

Once the soul in front of him finished speaking and the judges had passed their judgment Namjoon cracked his neck and stood up from his throne, giving everyone else in the room pause. "That will be all for today," before either Minos, Rhadamanthus, or Aeacus questioned him the king of the Underworld turned to them. "I have business to attend in Olympus."

The god of the dead didn't say more, for no doubt everyone who worked for him had already heard of Taehyung's message, not even the Underworld could escape gossip. The three judges looked at one another before standing up, bowing to their king, and leaving the throne room towards their respective homes.

Rubbing his temple and with a deep sigh, Namjoon told the closest servant to have his chariot ready for when he returned and exited his palace, making his way towards the Elysian Fields, walking alongside by the river Lethe, every once in a while stumbling upon groups of shades drinking from the river in order to forget their earthly lives.

Arriving at his destination the god of the dead paused his steps and released a deep breath that he hadn't realized he was holding. With a shake of the head, the god walked at a slow pace towards the white poplar tree that he had placed in the middle of the Elysian Fields.

The king of the Underworld's emotions seemed to be at odds with one another the closer he got to the tree, feeling peaceful due to the general atmosphere of the place and from being able to visit one of the things he loved most, but there was also a feeling of melancholy from the many memories he had shared with the one the poplar tree symbolized.

Namjoon walked around the tree, his hand grazing its trunk before his thumb and index finger caressed the white and green leaves, not caring much about how he looked in the eyes of onlookers in the form of shades, it didn't matter how long or how short they had been in the realm of the dead, it would only be a matter of time before they learned the reason as to why the white poplar tree was extremely important to their king.

As he lost himself in memories of what it used to be Namjoon failed to notice the sound of flapping wings coming in his direction, only taking notice of the winged figure when the pale daimon dressed in all black from top to bottom entered his peripheral.

With a sigh the king of the Underworld turned to look at his minister, a smirk appearing on his lips. "You know, Taehyung might be right about your black and white aesthetic," he said teasingly, turning back to stroke the tree leaves.

Rolling his eyes Thanatos replied sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest. "Ha-ha, very funny," his eyes turned upwards as his hand scratched the back of his head. "Also, as I keep telling him, gray hair doesn't go with said aesthetic."

"Whatever you tell yourself," the god of the dead said with a shake of the head and a chuckle. At the words the daimon gave his friend a hardened stare, his cat-like eyes burning into Namjoon's skull, making the Lord of Riches rub the back of his neck as the laugh slowly dissipated. With an awkward, and forced, cough the king of the Underworld decided to slightly change the topic of conversation. "I'm assuming that you heard of Taehyung's visit?"

Yoongi nodded, still keeping his arms crossed. "He passed me when he was leaving and told me everything, even though I didn't ask," the daimon said the last of his sentence in a low tone while scratching the side of his head, making his king snort. "Anyway, are you really going?"

Namjoon hummed in agreement, turning his gaze back to the poplar tree, grazing his hand on its trunk and leaves one more time before stepping away from it.

The god of the Dead made his way back to his palace, wanting to stop by his orchard before leaving, his minister walking alongside him, both of them in a pleasant silence.

Once in his orchard of pomegranate trees, the king of the Underworld made his way to the closest one, receiving a bow daimon and orchardist Ascalaphus as he walked, Thanatos choosing to remain by the entrance of the orchard, watching his king pull one of the rosy-hued fruits, dividing it in half with his hands, and giving one half to his minister.

Popping some of its ruby-red-like seeds into his mouth Namjoon noticed that Yoongi seemed pensive, looking at his half of the pomegranate as if he was Atlas and the orange-sized fruit carried the weight of the world. "Something on your mind?" the taller of the two asked, popping another seed into his mouth.

The daimon nodded, picking one of the many seeds covered in red gelatinous flesh, staring at it as if it contained the answers to any of his questions. "Just something I heard from the Moirai, simply debating if I should share or not."

The god of the Dead gave his friend an incredulous look before the both of them continued their walk towards the entrance of the palace. "You actually got a word out of them?" it wasn't that Namjoon didn't believe in Yoongi, the daimon of non-violent dead was nothing but truthful and blunt, sometimes more than he probably should, but centuries of living with the Moirai had taught the king of the Underworld anything, it was that the three of them were the most severe, inflexible, and, stern beings of the entire cosmos. Neither he nor Zeus could get them to bend their will. "How did you do that?"

"The same way Apollo did," the daimon shrugged and gave his king a cheshire-like grin. "Got them drunk."

"I don't imagine they were pleased with it afterward," the Lord of Riches let out a snort as he shook his head in disbelief, his minister shrugging again. "What did you find?"

Yoongi remained quiet for a couple of seconds, the internal debate of whether he should or shouldn't share due to how Namjoon would react to the words he had been told.

The words seemed to have a positive light on them, but the gray-haired, unlike the Moirai, didn't have the ability to know every single moment of someone's life. The how would the dark-haired one react kept weighting his mind, made even worse by the fact that a pair of expecting and curious eyes had such a great hold on him.

As the daimon remained in silence he saw from the corner of his eye how the spark that seemed to have been his king's eyes was beginning to dissipate, making the shorter of the two feel slight guilt even if he also thought he was in the right, nothing good would come from knowing one's own future.

Arriving at the front of the palace, Namjoon's golden chariot and the four immortal sable-black horses that drew it being overlooked by one of many servants, who bowed at the sight of his king.

"Were the Moirai's words about me?" the king of the Underworld said in a soft low tone, his question being only for his minister's ears, before walking away and approaching the chariot, giving each horse a once-over and running his fingers through each one's mane, a small ritual of sorts that the god of the Dead did on the occasions where he needed to use his chariot, before getting inside the golden mode of transportation.

Throughout all of this, the daimon had yet to give a concrete answer, not feeling the need to when his friend had seen right through him and choosing instead to remain in silence, the resolve to keep the words to himself diminishing by the second.

As the dark-haired one took the reins of the chariot the gray-haired one rolled his eyes and let out a deep sigh, every fiber of his being from the tips of his hair to the tip of his wings was telling him to keep it to himself but the look he could see on his friend, while Namjoon's facial expression remained impassive the look in his eyes told a different story, one of disappointment.

And so the daimon of non-violent death stepped closer to the chariot, making extra sure that the servant to not hear anything by giving them a glare. "I'm going to regret this," Yoongi whispered, pressing his fingers to his temple, and although he had murmured his words due to the close proximity the king of the Underworld had heard it, his attention now focused on his minister, an eyebrow raised at the sudden willingness to share.

With another deep sigh, the gray-haired one looked the god of the Dead straight in the eyes when he said his next words. "The Moirai said ' the bringer of death shall bring new life to the god of the dead ', at least in layman's terms."

The Lord of Riches continued to stare at his friend with a raised brow, intrigued by the words but also confused by them. "The bringer of death huh?" he said, more to himself than for Thanatos. "Who could that possibly mean?" his mind searched and searched for a possible candidate that could fit, but it always came up empty, no god or nymph that he knew of seemed accurate enough.

Looking over at his minister, hoping that the other would over some sort of help, of which he was met with a negative shake of the head.

With an expiration breath from both parties, the daimon rubbed his temple once again. "Even drunk those old hags are as cryptic as ever,"

Namjoon let out a snort but nodded at the words. "Although I agree, you can't deny that it would be out of place if their predictions were spoken normally,"

The daimon grumbled in a low tone. "It would certainly help," he quickly composed himself and scratched the back of his head before crossing his arms over his chest. "So now what?"

"I don't know," the king of the Underworld said with a deep sigh. "I don't have any idea of who this 'bringer of death' might be or what 'new life' means," he took a better hold of the reins, preparing to take lift. "It's best to not think about it too much."

The minister didn't believe his king's words, something that was apparent by the look he was giving, but Yoongi decided to keep quiet about it, not wanting the conversation to go on for longer.

Without any more exchange of words, the Lord of Riches pulled lightly on the reins and on cue the four horses let out neighs, starting with quick steps before they started moving faster and faster until they lift off the ground, galloping through the air as the earth above parted for the king.

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Namjoon hadn't been lying to Yoongi when he said it would be best to not continue dwelling on the conversation but he hadn't been entirely truthful either. The words had been too important to be laid to rest on the back of his mind.

'The bringer of death shall bring new life to the god of the death' the phrase that kept taking hold of every single brain cell that he had, the phrase that he couldn't let go of due to its implications.

The king of the Underworld thought, hoped, wished, wanted, the words to mean that he would be able to find love once again.

Humans and gods each have their own perception of what the Underworld is, some say it's so cold that it freezes your blood into little needles that stab you from the inside, others say it's so hot that it completely melts the skin of your body.

But Namjoon knew the truth, it was dark and lonely, it always was.

It was to be expected from a place where restless souls lay to rest, and to many, that same applied to the king, he was the cold, the stern, the feared, the dreaded, the loathed, the one whose name is frightening to say, even shades in his realm feared to approach him, his tall and dark demeanor terrifying even the bravest warriors.

And while the god of the Dead would never deny that he wasn't as happy and cheerful as Hermes or Dionysus, that also didn't mean that he was everything and more that mortals and gods alike made him out to be, the same thing that made him be in a constant state of isolation.

Sure, the company of Thanatos, Charon, and Cerberus did help ease some of the feeling, it still wasn't enough to fill the hole in its entirety.

Namjoon longed for something more.

A partner, a queen, a wife. Someone to share his kingdom with, someone to share his godly life with, someone to care for and be cared for in return, someone to give him something that his current mistress couldn't.

Namjoon simply and plainly only longed for love.

But after eons alone, the effects of loneliness only grew more and more, so much so that at points it felt suffocating, and his dream of love diminishing to the point it could be mistaken with dust.

As he reached Zeus's palace the king of the Underworld stopped in his tracks and turned his eyes towards the moon once again, almost as if begging her to give him what his heart most desired, before shaking his head of such thoughts, and, with a deep breath he continued to walk forward, finally stepping foot in a place he had long since wanted to forget.

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don’t blame me | draco malfoy x reader

song; don't blame me [taylor swift] pairing; draco malfoy x fem!slytherin!pure-blood!reader genre; angst, hurt comfort, s2l word count; 9,5k timeline; half-blood prince --> deathly hallows warnings; swearing, abusive parents (verbal), death eaters, voldemort, somewhat forced allegiance with voldemort, violence, mentions of death, injuries (involving blood), minor character murder summary; y/n was surprised to find herself relating to the family pressures draco malfoy faced, and it soon opened up the question of... would their bond help them fight back and choose the good side, or will they both be too weak to not give in?

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"i once was poison ivy but now i'm your daisy."

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The day Y/N L/N had set off for Hogwarts had gone exactly how she had expected it to. One of the house staff members escorted her to Platform 9 3/4, her favourite one, actually. Nancy Pickins was by far the most friendly maid of them all, and had been around since Y/N was three, having played a huge part in her raising. The pristine Mr and Mrs L/N had much bigger things to worry about than their only daughter's wellbeing.

Smiling up at the maid, the small eleven-year-old Y/N jumped up to give Nancy a deadly hug of goodbye. "I'll see you at Christmas, Nancy."

"Yes! I'm sure you'll have a wonderful first term, Miss Y/N."

The train journey had been where Y/N met her best and only friend: Matilda Varn. They had shared a cabin all the way, and for the first time the little L/N got to spend time with people of her own age. Merlin knows how the isolation had ripped Y/N of basic socialisation skills. Gratefully, Matilda was quite the extrovert and helped get her out of her shell.

It wasn't just Matilda she met on the train, however. She also met the esteemed Draco Malfoy in the flesh, when he decided to do a run round of the first years, despite only being in second. "What are your names?" he had asked.

"Matilda Varn."

"Y/N L/N."

His gaze had lingered on the latter for a few seconds, but he ultimately left the two alone as he recognised the Slytherin house L/N family name. Draco was unaware of Varn's blood status, but knew that L/N was pure blood. Lucius Malfoy had mentioned the name a countless number of times before; whereas Y/N didn't recognise the Malfoy name, most likely due to the fact she hardly saw her parents. She pretended she did, however, when he introduced himself.

Draco hadn't necessarily been attractive back then. His face was chubby and adorable, yes, but the way he gelled back his blond locks was kind of off-putting, to Y/N at least. Of course, puberty hit, and a full five years later he was quite a handsome young man.

Y/N had had hardly anything to do with him until her fifth year and his sixth, mostly remaining quietly at Matilda's side. Another thing that had gone as expected on first day was being sorted into Slytherin, and as a bonus Matilda was too. She was a halfblood, and only just qualified for Salazar's offensive rules.

Either way, so began Y/N's journey at Hogwarts.

***

The first day Y/N had a proper interaction with Draco Malfoy was when she had found herself taking a shortcut to the library halfway through her fifth year. Curfew would soon be coming, and she had to get a book to complete an essay she had completely forgotten about. People hardly used the corridor she was taking, as it connected from the dungeons through to an even grimmer part of the castle. Y/N was too desperate to care about the spookiness of the place.

Only did she halt in her tracks when the sound of sniffing reached her ears and made her frown. Why would someone cry down here?

Peeking round the corner, she saw the last person she had expected to see perched at the bottom of a cramped spiral staircase she would need to climb to get to the library. That blond hair and pale skin was recognisable anywhere. It was Draco Malfoy, of all people, crying his heart out on the lowest step. Against Y/N's better instincts, she stepped forward and coughed to get the older boy's attention. Immediately he looked up with a scowl, but she couldn't take it seriously due to the tear-stained cheeks he was sporting.

"What do you want, L/N?" his tone was harsh, as always.

Asking him what was up was definitely a fool's action, so she merely mumbled, "Nothing," and silently took a seat next to him. Draco looked like he was about to add something more, but his gates opened again and he found more tears running down his cheeks.

Y/N sat there silently. She knew from personal experience that sometimes it was nice just having silent company; someone who doesn't bombard you with questions constantly. Her thoughts drifted from what was happening to the fact it was useless trying to get a book from the library by that point. Guess it would be an early morning for her. Without realising, she had pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and bitten so hard blood was visible.

"Why is so much expected from me?" were the words from Malfoy that pulled Y/N from fantasy land.

She sighed, "Because some people care about the wrong things."

The blond boy sniffed and glanced at her, trying to read her blank expression.

"I should get going," she said quietly, "Snape will do my head in if he catches me out after curfew."

"I'm a prefect."

"I'm not," she smiled softly, standing up, "I hope whatever it is gets better, Malfoy."

Draco didn't do anything to stop her leaving, watching with a frown as she disappeared around the corner and out of view. He hated it when people asked him if he was okay, but that didn't stop him from being confused as to why Y/N didn't. She just... sat there peacefully and didn't ask questions. What she said about people caring about the wrong things, too. It felt like there was a personal sense of experience behind her words.

While he continued to sulk and ponder in the unused corridor, Y/N journeyed to the Slytherin quarters. "Parseltongue," she said to the entrance, which swung out afterwards and allowed her to enter.

The common room of green and black oak furniture was still relatively busy with Slytherin students. She couldn't help but notice how lost Crabbe and Goyle looked in the corner as they spoke to Zabini. Brushing it off, she stopped by Matilda to say goodnight, before heading upstairs to make sure she would actually be up early the next day. Naturally, Y/N mentioned nothing about Draco: the fact he had been crying was private and not her secret to share.

Upstairs in the fifth year girls' bedroom, she changed into her pyjamas that consisted of a ratty Slytherin quidditch shirt that had belonged to her father back in the day. It was the only thing she really had of him that was personal.

Malfoy headed back to his dormitory after another half hour; the first ten minutes of which he spent wallowing in self-pity, the other twenty he spent patrolling on prefect duties. He nodded solemnly to Crabbe and Goyle, not giving any words before he disappeared up to the sixth year boys' room. Even then, the mysterious Y/N from a year below played on his mind.

Why did he feel comfortable around her?

Why didn't she ask questions?

And, more importantly, why didn't she make fun of him?

Draco had so many questions, but little to no answers.

***

The second time Y/N saw Draco Malfoy doing something highly out of character for him was when she was turning a corridor and caught sight of the platinum blond boy pacing in front of a wall. She immediately backed up to peer around the corner again in curiosity, not wanting to interrupt the moment. To her amazement, she watched as a door appeared in the wall. Draco was evidently expecting it, and entered only to have the door disappear again after him.

Y/N waited a few seconds before approaching the spot the door had been, running her hands over the smooth stone bricks with her mind ticking through a thousand possibilities. It wasn't really a surprise to her that secret rooms existed within Hogwarts' walls: the surprise was that Draco knew about one of them and how to find it. A possibility she covered was that whatever he was doing in there had something to do with the crying from a week ago. It seemed likely that all of his out-of-character moments were connected, after all.

She didn't actually have anywhere to go, she had merely been wandering the corridors in search of peacefulness. Maybe that's why Y/N was the only one to see Draco: she was the only one who went into the lesser used nooks and crannies of the academy exactly when he did. Coincidence, maybe, but it meant she could maybe provide some help towards the strange boy. So, Y/N sat down by the wall, a little ways away from the absent door. Malfoy would have to come out eventually.

And, he did, a full two hours later. It hadn't been hard to stay there: she had paced a lot, let her imagination wonder, carved her initials into the wall. She was a little confused as to why she cared so much, but after seeing Draco, the most arrogant and narcissistic boy in the school, cry, she knew she had to do something.

Needless to say, Malfoy froze in his tracks when he walked through the door and caught sight of Y/N curled up against the wall. She had resumed that spot from pacing a mere few minutes earlier. "Salazar, L/N. What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you," she replied without skipping a beat. At his lack of response, she continued, "I saw you go in."

"It's none of your business what I was doing in there," he said harshly, visibly regaining his composure as he tucked his hands in his pockets. The door behind him had turned back into a wall once more.

"I wasn't going to ask," Y/N mumbled, forcing herself to stand up. Malfoy was taller than her, so he didn't consider her a threat. Good thing she wasn't trying to threaten him.

There she was with the lack of questions again. Why didn't she care about the details? "Then why are you here?"

"I'm worried about you."

Draco scoffed at that, making her sigh. It was the reaction she had expected. "I'm fine."

"You are far from fine, and you fucking know it." Her choice of vulgar words took him aback a little: despite being a Slytherin, he had always known the young L/N to be quite a quiet and soft-natured person.

"What's it to you, anyway?"

"I don't like seeing you not yourself. Given, your regular self is a stuck-up little bitch boy, but the fact you aren't acting like that regularly would make anyone who notices concerned."

Draco looked down at the E/C-eyed girl with a frown. She was persistent, and part of him wished he could tell her the cause of the whirlwind inside his head. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't tell you."

"Fine, if that's the case..." she said, shifting her gaze to the floor as her confident facade dropped, "At least don't isolate yourself when you're sad, I know I hardly know you, but I'm here for you."

"You wouldn't be able to say that if you knew the truth," he began walking away, but when she replied he paused with his back to her.

"Maybe not. But I've said it now, and I will stick to it no matter what."

Draco looked over his shoulder, observing the girl's firm gaze, "You're too naive, L/N."

"Have a good day, Draco," she said, delicately using his first name for the first time, before turning around and leaving without another word.

He stood there staring after her for a few seconds, until he snapped himself out of it and continued on his way, pushing thoughts of the naive little fifth year out of his mind. No part of him could understand the way her mind worked. All he knew was that she was the first one to notice his change in behaviour, and she wasn't even his friend, so that said a lot about the ones he did give that title to.

***

As another week passed, Y/N found herself constantly glancing during meals to where Draco was sat, checking he was eating properly. He hadn't been, until he caught her looking one time and she glared down at his food. Raising his eyebrows at her, he had watched in mild amusement as she mouthed "eat" to him. After that, for some reason, he did start to eat closer to proper meals again. Which was good, as he had been losing an unhealthy amount of weight.

She found him crying a second time when she passed through the corridor the exact moment Draco exited the secret room. Instantly, Y/N had dropped what she was doing and taken him to an unused corner of the castle she cried in a lot. He had been too upset to object, and ended up sitting in silence with her for twenty minutes before the breakdown ended. The departure from that had been awkward and dismissive.

Truthfully she shouldn't have been out of bed after curfew that one night, sitting in the common room as she tiredly completed two essays she had completely forgotten about. Unintentionally, Y/N had been paying attention to who was walking through the entrance, waiting for Draco to check he was safe. He never came, even after his prefect duty time came to an end. A bad feeling grew in her gut. Against her better judgement, she found herself creeping out of the Slytherin dungeons in search of the boy. She didn't know where to begin looking, though.

Maybe the prefect bathroom? That seemed like a logical first place to look, so Y/N set off on a journey there, creeping down the halls. She was used to staying in the shadows: that had been the only way for her to explore her own house as a child.

The prefect bathroom was a dead end, as upon pressing her ear to the door there was absolutely zero sound of life in there. She wasn't sure where else he could possibly be, but then remembered the secret room he kept going into. As she had learned, its location changed constantly, however, so it would be near impossible to locate. Aimless wandering soon ensued, and she was about to give up just as she crept passed the boys' bathrooms. Noise was coming from inside.

Opening the door ever so slightly and peering round, she caught sight of Harry Potter yelling the words, "Sectumsempra!" and shooting a bolt of light into the blond boy she had been searching for. To her pure horror, Draco fell backwards as crimson blood began seeping through his white school shirt. Y/N instantly threw the door open and ran over to him as tears pricked at her eyes and her vision became a blur.

"You sick son of a bitch!" she yelled at Potter, who was frozen in place, "I thought your whole thing was being above all this!"

More tears streamed down her cheeks as she knelt beside the barely conscious boy and did her best to clean up the wounds with her shirt. Unfortunately, healing spells had always been her weak spot. All she could do was apply pressure to the multiple wounds laden across his vaguely toned pale chest. "Y/N..." he murmured, using her first name for once. He passed out almost immediately after, Snape showing up out of nowhere and scolding Potter before turning to her holding Draco's head in her lap.

"Miss L/N, you shouldn't be out after curfew, five points from Slytherin," his drawling voice spoke, but she was too upset to care.

"Please... help... Draco..." she sobbed.

By dawn, Y/N had been forced to go back to her dorm and leave Draco in the hospital wing. Snape had been very firm about it, despite her crying and fighting back in response. Madam Pomfrey had taken her there after tending to Draco's wounds to prove he would be fine.

It had been a sleepless night of tossing and turning in worry, so much to the point Matilda nearly woke up. The very second sun had shone through the window glass, Y/N had thrown on a jumper and jeans and ran down to the completely empty common room. Only teachers were walking around the corridors, and weren't quick enough to say anything about her sprinting.

She had burst through the doors of the hospital wing and desperately ran over to Draco's bed, despite Madam Pomfrey saying visitors weren't yet welcome. "He'll wake up soon, right?" she asked, instinctively taking the unconscious boy's pale hand in her own.

The sheer fear and worry in the girl's eyes made Madam Pomfrey stop trying to get her to leave. "Yes, he should wake up in the next couple hours. He won't be able to leave for a few days, though."

"As long as he'll be alright," Y/N muttered, taking a seat.

***

When Draco's eyes fluttered open, he was surprised to see Y/N right by his bed. Not only that, but her fingers were entwined with his own, and clearly had been for a while judging by the slight sweatiness in his palm. Vague memories of the duel and Y/N showing up played back to him, causing a throbbing headache to take over his head. Him groaning alerted the exhausted girl of him being awake.

"You're okay!" she cried, unintentionally jumping up to wrap her arms around his neck and squeeze. Draco hissed at the pain it caused, instantly making her retract herself, "Shit. How could I forget... Sorry..."

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice coming out raspy due to his parched throat.

"I was worried sick! You never came back to the dorms so I went out looking for you and passed the boys' bathrooms... I heard noise so I looked in to see Potter cursing you and I... I..."

"You care about me too much, L/N."

She sighed, "You're telling me... I skived potions to stay here..."

"You shouldn't have done that."

"I didn't wanna leave you."

Draco tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but hissed once more at the pain and fell back down again.

"Don't push yourself," Y/N said, glancing at the bedside table, "Oh! And because I refused to leave Pomfrey told me to make sure you put this ointment on your wounds when you woke up."

Standing up, she pulled the curtains around the bed to add some privacy in case someone else came in. Draco was essentially shirtless in bed, but had been covered in the duvet until she pulled it off and made him scowl. Well, apart from his left lower arm which was firmly bandaged, and not by Pomfrey. "What do you think you're doing, L/N?"

"Healing you," she replied, grabbing the ointment and beginning to rub it into the various wounds as Draco flinched. He watched in silence as she did that until each of the cuts had been tended to with her soft touch. It felt annoyingly nice when her smooth hands brushed against his torso. She smiled in content at completing her task, "There. All done."

"Thanks."

The look of shock Y/N gave him for saying thank you made his heart sink a little bit. But the shock soon turned into a happy grin. "I'm glad you'll be okay."

He scoffed.

"You think I wasn't terrified for your life when I saw you as a bleeding mess on the floor?" she did a full 180 from a happy smile to tears pricking at her eyes. He thought she was a hormonal mess. "I... I thought you were gonna die, Draco..."

"Well, I didn't."

She sniffed, "Do you... Do you want something to drink?"

At Draco's nod, Y/N slipped outside of the curtains and returned about a minute later with a goblet of water and a bar of chocolate.

"I thought you might be hungry, too."

Once more, the boy tried to prop himself up on his elbows; it was painful, but this time he succeeded in getting into a seated position. Y/N arranged the pillows behind him to support his back after handing over the goblet and chocolate. Silence fell over the pair as Draco began slowly eating, having taken a big gulp of water already to appease his dry throat. Square by square he placed the chocolate in his mouth, until he held one up for Y/N to take.

Shaking her head, she said, "You need it, Draco."

"Have you eaten today?"

"No, I came here as soon as the sun rose."

"Take it." He firmly held the square up to her lips, and didn't budge until she open her mouth slightly and let him push it in. His thumb brushed over her lips in the process, making her eyes widen in a mild flustered state.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

Another few seconds of silence were dwelled on, but Malfoy soon said, "I heard you call Potter a sick son of a bitch last night."

"Yeah..." she chuckled, "Probably made myself an enemy now."

"I also heard what you said after that."

She stared at him silently, remembering her words to Potter.

"You're about the only person who's ever said that to his face."

"There's more to everyone than meets the eye... including you," Y/N murmured, dropping her gaze to the floor.

They shared a small smile, allowing her to see the first ever genuine look of contentment cross Draco's face. It fell again, when he said, "You can't get too close. I'll put you in too much danger."

"More danger than my parents wanting me to join Voldemort?" her tone was barely audible, but Draco heard her perfectly. In hindsight, if he had paid as much attention to her as she did to him, he would have probably figured it out. Shying away from conversations about the Dark Lord, appearing angry whenever she visited the owlery to send letters, playing nervously with the skin of her left wrist as if it was about to disappear.

"Are they... are they death eaters?"

She nodded solemnly, "They've never been good people."

"Are you gonna do it?"

Tears were once again pouring down her cheeks, "I don't have a choice! People say 'Oh, why don't you just turn away from your parents?' but I can't... I... it's not that simple-"

"I know," he cut her off gently, "I know."

Draco hadn't realised how similar of a situation they were in until that moment.

***

By lunchtime, they had been sitting quietly for a long time. Y/N had been staring at his left arm intently, putting the pieces together in her head as she connected all the dots. "You have the Dark Mark, don't you?" she mumbled the question, so there was no risk of anyone else hearing.

At his lack of response, she shakily brought her hand forward and trailed her fingertips along Draco's bandaged inner left arm. He flinched when she did so, but ultimately didn't object to the movement.

"I'm sorry... I can't imagine how hard it must be-"

"Save it. It's not like there's anything you can do."

"Just... please let me be your friend... That's all I ask..."

"Fine. You can be my friend."

Her grin was a little too adorable for his liking. He didn't like how comforting her presence was, or how calm she made him feel.

Madam Pomfrey soon told Y/N to go to the lunch hall and eat, when she should then go back to lessons. She was reluctant, but she knew Draco was going to be okay so agreed. Matilda bombarded her with questions the second she sat down at the Slytherin table, but the only response given was, "I was visiting Malfoy in the hospital wing."

When Malfoy was released from the hospital wing, he seemed to distance himself even more. The Golden Trio began glaring at Y/N whenever they passed her in the corridor, and it made her wish they would see beyond their own version of good. Y/N didn't know what was going on with Draco, but she knew that being good or evil was more than just black and white. Heavy influences such as controlling parents can drastically restrict a person's freedom of choosing sides, creating a grey area in the middle.

But all Potter, Granger and Weasley saw was a mean boy with connections to the Dark Lord. Nothing was as simple as that.

The battle with Potter had led to a further dip in Malfoy's well-being, that only Y/N really seemed to notice. Crabbe and Goyle were both too stupid to pick up on it, Parkinson was too lovesick to notice, the Golden Trio didn't care, and Zabini wasn't great at reading character. Draco definitely wouldn't want her to mention his behaviour to anyone else: he didn't want people to notice. She wished she could help him, but how could she when she didn't know what he needed help with?

That wasn't what was on her mind, however, when she received an owl directly from her father (which was unusual) on a rainy Saturday morning. It had been written in her family's signature shorthand, so it was unreadable to anyone outside their bloodline. Translated, it read:

"Y/N L/N.

Due to the Dark Lord rising once more, your mother and I have the full expectation of you joining the death eaters and receiving the Dark Mark. Objections are forbidden.

Lord Voldemort is fully aware of your potential, and is awaiting your pledge of allegiance.

Regards, Your Father"

Concise and straight to the point, like always.

Y/N sighed staring down at the paper, earning the question from Matilda of, "What's that say? Looks like gibberish."

"Shorthand. Private family issues."

"Oh, I see," she replied, not pushing any further, "I hope it's not bad news."

Humming, she folded the letter up and shoved it in her pocket, mumbling something along the lines of, "Gotta go reply," before leaving the table. She had no intentions of replying: she intended on going to her secret crying place to bawl her eyes out. Why, oh why, did she have to be born into a family of death eaters?

What Y/N hadn't realised was that a certain blond boy sat not too far down the table from her had been watching the moment. Varn hadn't seen the sudden withdrawal and mood switch, but he had. So he soon found himself excusing his presence from the table and subtly following after her. He could tell she wasn't headed to the owlery to send a letter; she took a completely opposite direction after leaving the Great Hall.

Draco frowned as he expertly stuck to the walls and followed her in silence, noticing tears already slipping out her eyes when she turned a corner. He didn't know why he cared, but maybe he just felt a sense of indebtedness towards her. She had helped him without hesitation before, and they were officially "friends" by then.

Only when Y/N stopped at the crying spot she had shown him before did Draco put himself in sight and go to crouch down beside her. He was merely in black jeans and a dark green hoodie, his hair undone and falling over his forehead. It was the weekend, so he hadn't bothered to dress himself up in any way. If she wasn't so upset, she would definitely have made a note of how effortlessly attractive he looked.

"L/N," he said, immediately regretting the use of her last name, "...Y/N."

Looking up, her pretty E/C eyes met his, although her vision was blurry and she could only tell it was Draco by the platinum blond hair.

"What happened?" he asked unsurely, not knowing how to sound comforting.

She cried even harder, making him freeze up for a solid few seconds before he moved himself to sit next to her against the wall. However, he froze up once more when she tucked into his side and shoved her face into his chest, but then he awkwardly put an arm around her. "Why...?" she eventually choked out.

"Why, what?" he hesitantly said.

"Why do... they have to be... death eaters?"

"Your parents?"

She nodded, letting out a sob, and then burying her face deeper into his torso.

"I don't know. But I... I do understand what you're going through."

***

"No! Who am I kidding? Your situation is probably way worse than mine," she said, leaning her head against the wall. It was an hour later, and her tears had mostly dried up, but they were still talking about it.

"Just because it is, doesn't mean yours is invalid. You have a right to be upset," he replied, meeting her gaze.

Sighing, Y/N gave him a sincere look, "Why do they expect me to become a death eater? What good would I do? I'm a pussy when it comes to fighting."

"It wouldn't look very good for them in the eyes of the Dark Lord if their daughter was on the good side," Draco dared to share a cheeky grin, which she returned. He had never spoken so lightheartedly about it before.

"Yeah," she smiled slightly back, "Do you mind me asking about you?"

The boy sighed, running his hands down his face. Only now did Y/N take in the small details of his relaxed weekend attire, that made her stomach flip. It was a new feeling, and one she kind of liked. "Well, my parents have obviously already, uh, initiated me to become a death eater," he gestured to his left wrist, "And with that comes-" he gulped, "-responsibilities."

"Draco..." she murmured, delicately touching his hand, "What did... what did they make you do?"

His eyes were brimming with tears this time, and Y/N's soon were again as well when he explained what he had been doing in the Room of Requirement with the Vanishing Cabinet. "-I have to do it, Y/N," he sobbed, clutching her shoulders, "He'll kill me otherwise! He'll... kill... me..."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down into an embrace that he so clearly needed, and she secretly did too. Draco shifted his arms to around her back, pulling her in even closer to the point she was sat on her knees between his legs. Their heads were buried in each other's necks as they, for a moment, shared a hug that had never truly been given by their parents. Two touch-starved individuals finding consolation in one another.

"I know," she said. There was no point in making suggestions about telling Dumbledore: what good would that do? No matter how she panned that situation out, it had a sticky end with a lot more deaths than just Dumbledore's.

"What am I supposed to do?" he pulled away slightly, finding his face mere inches away from Y/N's as he looked into her eyes.

"Honestly, Draco, I don't know... I wish I could help you... but I... I can't..."

As no more words left their mouths, they looked around in each other's eyes until they both realised the tension in the air and found their eyes moving to each other's lips. Draco glanced down at her rosy lips first, feeling a small wave of melancholy happiness when her face flushed just a little bit. He leaned down slowly, Y/N responding by tilting her head towards him, until their lips met in the middle and began moving. Kissing her softly as if she was the most fragile thing in the world, Draco moved his hand to cup her cheek and pull her in closer.

The chaste movements continued in sync until they each began to feel breathless, and parted with their foreheads remaining in contact. "You listening to me is more than enough," he whispered.

"I'll stick by you no matter what, Malfoy."

"You can't say that, Y/N... this is Voldemort we're talking about."

"Yeah, well I'm probably going to be... going to be forced into, well, becoming a death eater too..."

"What if I do kill Dumbledore? What then?"

"I don't care."

He chuckled, moving backwards as his emotions were clearly mixed, "You're so naive, L/N."

"If I wasn't you'd have no one to vent to, so stop complaining."

Draco's features changed to slightly amused, and it was nice to see a hint of his old persona still remained with him. He was still a spoiled rich kid at heart, just with a complex exterior.

"You know what I bet?"

"What do you bet, Y/N?"

"I bet you're a huge mummy's boy!"

He scoffed, "Am not."

"You're lying."

Raising his eyebrows at the girl still sat between his legs, he said, "You wanna know what I bet?"

"What?"

"I bet you find me very attractive."

"And what if I do?" she asked, her tone getting quieter.

"Then you wouldn't be the first."

Y/N beamed at that, giggling when she said, "What? Are we talking about Parkinson?"

Draco groaned, "She's so clingy and whiny and obsessive..."

"You're whining about her right now."

"And you're clinging to my chest right now, what's your point?"

The talk ended with the two's spirits lifted, and the realisation that Y/N would be late for revision with Matilda if she didn't get going. Despite that, it appeared that moment had been the true pivoting point in the future's course of events.

They had no idea what was in store for them.

***

As if Draco Malfoy's character hadn't changed enough, one particular day he seemed to have taken another turn. He wasn't back to his old spoiled brat attitude, and he was no longer distant and quiet. Overnight he had become tense, jumpy, and just over-all on edge, as if somebody was constantly trying to jump-scare him. Y/N, like usual, noticed, as she had carefully been observing him to make sure nothing was getting worse. It was hard to tell if this brand new attitude was a positive thing or a negative thing.

They hadn't been alone together since the time they shared a kiss in the secret crying corner. Sneaking away was hard because Y/N didn't want to make Matilda suspicious, and she also didn't know what sort of relationship she had with Draco. Either way, she felt as if it was necessary to discuss with him his change, but a chance didn't rise throughout the day, so she elected to bring it up the next day instead.

Little did she know, that would be too late.

*****

Y/N was woken up with a shake late into the night, from Matilda who was staring at her with a terrified expression, "Y/N! Get up! It's an emergency..."

"What is it?" she groaned.

"Death eaters! In the castle!"

That made her sit upwards in bed instantly, her exhaustion leaving her at her friend's very words. "What?" she said with a hiss.

"Yeah! All the muggleborns are coming here, to keep them safe because-"

"Because the death eaters are likely to leave Slytherin alone, yeah, yeah, I know..." Draco suddenly crossed Y/N's mind, "Have you seen Malfoy?"

"No? Why-"

Matilda was cut off by Y/N jumping out of bed to pull on shoes and grab her wand, her hair gratefully already messily tied out of the way. She may still have been in pyjamas, but that was the last thing on her mind. Draco was the reason the death eaters were there, and she knew it for a fact.

"Don't come after me, Matilda," she said firmly, before running out the dorms and down the steps to the common room. After a quick scan, she confirmed the platinum blond boy was nowhere in sight, so made a beeline for the exit. The Slytherin head girl was stood there with what appeared to be a checklist.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked firmly.

"I'm going out there."

"You're a fifth year, I can't let you-"

Y/N pushed past her before she could be stopped, quickening into a sprint as she followed the sounds of fighting down the corridor. The loud bangs seemed to be coming from near the Astronomy Tower, so that's where she was headed. It was highly unlikely that her own parents would be battling, but if they were infiltrating Hogwarts the present death eaters would almost definitely have been shown a picture of her in order to prevent the L/N daughter being killed. Her chances of survival were higher than almost all the other students.

She skidded to a halt when she chanced upon a corridor where what appeared to be a member of the Carrow family was locked in a duel with a professor and a couple students. Y/N stuck to the wall and managed to get past them, ducking down when a bolt of light was sent her way. It was only the first of many duels she had to pass to get to the Astronomy Tower. That had to be where Draco was, as there had to be something all these professors and students were guarding.

When Y/N reached the Astronomy Tower door, it was still being guarded, but not very well as the nearby professors and students were in combat. "L/N! You're not allowed up there!" one of the professors yelled, but as neither the death eaters nor professors and students would hurt Y/N, she slipped through the door and ran up the steps.

She stopped just outside the entrance to the balcony tower, to hear Draco and Dumbledore engaged in conversation. There was a scared edge to Malfoy's voice as she heard him speak, "I've got to do it! He'll kill me! He'll kill my whole family!"

Y/N stood and listened to Dumbledore talk about bringing Draco over to the good side, and while he made it sound as if the Order could keep him safe, she couldn't help but have her doubts. Lucius Malfoy supported Lord Voldemort with all his heart, and Narcissa Malfoy was too devoted to her husband to betray him. Draco wouldn't leave his mother like that, either. It was a domino effect, and it left Dumbledore's 'plan' deeply flawed.

She heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, so quickly tucked herself in the corner as she watched who it was. From what she could tell, they were too intent on reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower to notice her in her pathetic hiding spot. Y/N counted four hooded figures storming through the entrance on to the balcony. Breathing in sharply, she felt her heart beating wildly in her chest as she heard the encouragement from one of the new arrivals for Draco to kill Dumbledore.

Snape came up the stairs next, having apparently broken through the barrier down the steps. He didn't notice her either, immediately walking through to where the showdown was taking place. Y/N heard him bark at the others to get out the way, before she heard words she never thought she would ever hear spoken. "Avada Kedavra." That was unmistakably Snape's voice.

Had he killed Dumbledore? Or had he killed one of the death eaters?

All Y/N could do was stare forward blankly with wide eyes as she had her back against the wall, too scared to peer round and find out the victim of the ultimate Unforgivable Curse. It had all happened so quickly, and all she could feel was the thudding in her chest.

What if it had been Draco?

Y/N heard the charge of footsteps back towards the steps as all except Dumbledore and one death eater left the room: three of the four hooded figures, Snape, and gratefully Draco came through the door. Dumbledore had fallen, but Draco was alive. Draco was all she could think about as she watched the very boy be the last one through the door. In the moment, she slipped out the shadows and grabbed his hand, "Draco..." she whispered softly.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" he hissed back, looking around in panic, "I've got to go. They can't catch me."

"I'll come-"

"You're not coming anywhere," he said firmly.

"But-" this time she was cut off by him pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"Goodbye," he whispered, before turning on his tail to catch up with the others. Y/N found herself frozen in place, unaware of Harry Potter's presence in the room.

Y/N eventually found herself stepping out on to the Astronomy Tower balcony, seeing and avoiding the fourth hooded figure collapsed on the floor. As she walked in further, she found herself drawn to the very edge, where she looked over and saw a deathly fall. It didn't take a genius to figure out Dumbledore had probably fallen backwards after dying, plummeting to the distant ground.

Her mood had switched from vastly negative, to completely blank. It was like her soul had been ripped from her body and locked in a box, preventing her from feeling any emotion. If that was a relief, she didn't know, as she didn't feel anything.

In fact, that emptiness didn't change no matter how much Matilda tried to cheer her up in the following days. Even when Y/N found herself sat at Dumbledore's funeral, she couldn't help but feel an inescapable feeling of absence inside her. She hadn't seen Draco since the night, and Potter had briefly spoken to her with Granger and Weasley.

"Y/N, did you know all of what Malfoy had to do?" Hermione had asked.

She had nodded mindlessly, "All except the death eaters that would come."

"Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you do anythi-" Weasley had half-yelled, but Y/N had cut him off with a monotonous voice.

"It's easy for you all. To pick a side, that is," she glanced between them all, "You don't have the fear of family pressure, or the inescapable threat of their deaths."

The conversation had ended abruptly there, because Y/N had walked away. She visited the Astronomy Tower a lot when the teachers let students go up there again. She was trying and failing to recall the emotions she had felt that night, wishing to feel something, anything, again. All she knew for sure was that Draco was what she needed, and they hadn't even really spent that much time together. Despite that, he knew more about her than anyone else did.

Dumbledore had fallen, and Voldemort was growing increasingly powerful. How the fuck was she meant to disobey her parents now? That could be a death wish, as she now had nowhere to go or hide if she did something for the good side. She would be going home to them for the Summer, but they would certainly be pleased that the new principal was Severus Snape, a death eater. Many other students had shared their parents weren't letting them come back while Voldemort had indirect control of the school. The L/N parents certainly wouldn't be like that.

What sixth year had in store for her; she had no idea. She had already learned Defence Against the Dark Arts would be replaced with the Dark Arts, so she would most likely be learning very dark spells. That didn't really bother her, though: she just wanted to see Draco Malfoy again and make sure he was alright.

She didn't blame him for anything that had happened. Even if he did deserve some of it, she couldn't bring herself to.

Y/N could tell it was love-like feelings she held for him.

***

To Y/N's surprise, when she stepped off the Hogwarts Express, she was met with her very own parents standing there. Nothing had officially confirmed them as active death eaters yet, so the Ministry of Magic had no right to arrest them. She sighed inwardly, forcing a smile as she pulled her trunk behind her and walked up to them.

"That's no way to greet your parents," Mrs L/N spoke sternly.

"Sorry, Mother," she said sweetly, holding her hand out in front of her, "Greetings, Mother and Father."

"Better," Mrs L/N said, shaking her daughter's hand before her husband did the same, "You will be permitted a day of rest in your room before we have dinner with the Malfoys."

Now that piqued Y/N's interest, so her head snapped up, "The Malfoys?"

"Yes. Narcissa Malfoy and her son, Draco," she said, grabbing Y/N's arm roughly. They apparated to outside the front of their grand estate in the countryside, as magic restrictions on it prevented apparitions inside.

As they walked up to the house, maids flocked out the doors to take Y/N's luggage from her, to which she whispered a thank you. "Lucius is unfortunately still in Azkaban," Mr L/N lamented, waiting until the maids were out of earshot, "The Dark Lord has plans to break him and the other imprisoned death eaters out in the next week, however."

"Speaking of, we want you to meet him soon," Mrs L/N said, stopping in the house entrance hall to caress her daughter's cheek in a way that made her uncomfortable, "It's about time you received the Dark Mark."

"Bu-" Y/N was cut off by her mother shushing her while moving her forefinger to over her lips.

"Now, now, darling," she smiled, "The Dark Lord is the only ruler who believes mudbloods to be what they are... filth."

"Yes, Mother," Y/N hung her head.

Mr L/N started speaking as they began moving up the grand staircase, "Draco Malfoy was the one to successfully transport the group of death eaters into Hogwarts. Astounding young man."

"Narcissa has been terribly lonely since Lucius was locked up, but we have managed to form a friendship and I have been consoling her," Mrs L/N continued, "According to her, Draco has been awfully down lately, poor thing-" why did she care about Draco's mental health, but not her own daughter's? "-so it would mean the world to her if you would try and cheer him up."

"Do I have a choice?" she was more than happy to try, but her parents didn't deserve immediate compliance.

"No," Mrs L/N said, "Anyway. Go to your quarters and freshen up, dinner will be in an hour."

"We have much to discuss," Mr L/N added.

Back in her room, Y/N began unpacking all her belongings in peace, telling the maids to go do something else. Nancy Pickins stopped by to say hi, but was busy with an assigned chore so couldn't stay long. There was a lot for Y/N to process, anyway, so she was relieved to have some alone time.

The only positive in her life at that moment appeared to be the fact she would get to see Draco the next day and check he was alright. Chances were he was in fact not okay and incredibly traumatised, but she hoped to provide him some comfort. The feeling of his lips on hers still lingered, and she wanted it back desperately.

But, honestly, she didn't really know what any sort of relationship would entail: her parents had never been loving towards one another. They never used endearments, they never showed affection, and they only seemed to be in a relationship out of family traditions that they followed like law. The same expectations of marrying a pure blood and having kids were there for Y/N.

What if she ended up in a loveless arranged marriage? What if she found herself trapped in loyalty to Voldemort for the rest of her life? The latter unfortunately seemed a very likely outcome, which made Y/N's heart wrench. Pushing the thought aside, she let herself into her bathroom to let the hot shower water trickle down her skin. It was a calming feeling, and gave her some peace of mind as the moment was stress-free.

The second she stepped out, however, thoughts of how every woman in the family had been forced into an arranged marriage of pure blood families remained. Y/N's mother, Aquaria, was from the Greengrass family, her maiden name being Aquaria Greengrass. The Greengrass family was unfortunately very traditional, even to the point they somehow convinced Aquaria that was how it should be.

Y/N's father, Murius L/N, had come from a family with similar beliefs. Murius had inherited his family's age old estate, being the only child, whereas Aquaria was the younger sibling of two. Her elder brother, Funus, lived in France with his wife and their daughter, Astoria. Astoria was about Y/N's age, but they had never actually met before, since she attended Beauxbatons.

Point was, everyone in Y/N's family was sexist and traditional.

***

Y/N sighed as she looked in her dressing room window, playing nervously with her hair. She had tried to dress up for the event, but knew at the same time that her parents would scold her if she wore 'too much' makeup.

Narcissa and Draco Malfoy were due to arrive at 1pm, which turned out to be five minutes away upon checking her watch. Giving one last glance towards the mirror, Y/N crossed her fingers before practically running out the room and down the stairs. To her dismay, she saw her parents already stood in the hallway greeting the Malfoys. They heard her coming down, which earned expected glares from Murius and Aquaria, as well as a harsh statement of, "Sorry about my daughter's tardiness, she never really was good at anything," from her father.

Locking eyes with Draco, he frowned ever so slightly at the way she glanced downwards at Murius' statement. Y/N smiled softly at him, hands behind her back as she walked forward to stand beside her parents. He was dressed handsomely in a black dress shirt with long sleeves, tucked into black dress trousers. Draco had evidently opted for no tie, his top button remaining undone. His blond hair had been split at the fringe, like how he often wore it in his fifth year and her fourth. Like always, he was devastatingly handsome, but the bags under his eyes seemed to have only gotten worse.

"Hello, you must be Y/N?" Narcissa's eyes seemed so kind when Y/N looked away from Draco to her.

Nodding, she replied, "Yes..."

"Oh my Salazar, you're gorgeous," she said with a beautiful smile, "Wouldn't you agree, Draco?"

The boy froze up at the question, but awkwardly nodded in agreement, which made Y/N flush. "Thank you."

"Y/N, show Draco the gardens," Aquaria said, "Narcissa, come with us, dear, you must want a drink..."

The teenagers stood awkwardly until the parents were out of earshot, at which point Y/N darted forward and wrapped her arms around Draco's chest. He stiffly returned the embrace, one hand landing on her head, the other on her back. She pulled away after a few seconds, "I was so worried about you!"

"I'm fine, Y/N," he said, trying to read her face, "Are you okay? Your parents-"

"I know, I'm used to it," she sighed, "But, I... I do have something I need to tell you..." Slipping her hand into his, she pulled him all the way down the corridor to one of the back doors, which she opened and led him out through.

"What is it?"

"I... uh... my parents want me to meet-" she gulped "-You-Know-Who... and get the... receive the..."

"Dark Mark?" he finished for her, to which she nodded, "I'm sorry..."

"I feel so... hopeless..."

Draco hummed, tucking his hands in his pockets as they strolled down by the assortment of flowers well taken care of by the gardeners. "Welcome to the club," he sighed.

"What's... what's You-Know-Who like?"

"Honestly, terrifying."

Gulping, she began fidgeting with her sleeves, as the fear just seemed to keep growing inside of her.

"He took over Malfoy Manor," Draco added, "Said it was the least we could do after my father 'failed' and got imprisoned."

"Oh, Merlin, I'm so scared..."

A warm calloused hand slipped into hers, making her look up with an expression of mild shock.

"You won't be doing it alone."

"Thanks, Draco."

The pretty garden seemed like a haven compared to the realities the pair were facing, as everything felt so relaxed and normal while they walked down the path. Deep down, they knew that they would have to step back into reality the moment they went back inside, facing the music of their death eater parents. Narcissa didn't seem to be all that into the death eater lifestyle, however, so Y/N couldn't help but wonder why she had let herself fall in love with Lucius. Then again, you don't choose who you love, and at that thought she found her eyes drifting to Draco and his hand interlocked with hers.

Did he love her? That was a stupid question, it was too early to even consider it. So, on that note, did Draco have feelings for Y/N? His hand may have been connected with hers, but it wasn't always necessarily romantic, and he may just want the warmth. They had kissed, so she had to assume he at least had some romantic feelings for her.

But, for now, she was content in the moment.

***

No one had seen or heard from Harry Potter in a year until the Battle of Hogwarts. Y/N had surely hoped that he hadn't run away, but was in fact desperately searching for the means to take down the Dark Lord once and for all. She had held on to this hope as she met Voldemort in the flesh, as she had received the Dark Mark, and as she attended the desolate and miserable Hogwarts for her sixth year. The castle had never been in such gloom: it was as if happiness wasn't a word and joy wasn't a feeling.

As for Draco, she had been stuck by his side all year, and not by choice - although she would have gladly chosen to anyway. They had both been assigned head boy and head girl, and it was a miserable task having to punish the other students for not complying with Voldemort's wishes. But if they didn't do as such, they would have been the next victims of the deadly Unforgivable Curse. That didn't stop Y/N from secretly letting people off the hook whenever it was safe to do so.

In terms of their relationship, it was still there, but it was only ever evident when they comforted each other. They were too caught up with Voldemort's affairs to confirm a title, but they knew how they felt about each other and expressed it through affection occasionally.

But now, as they stood in the middle of a crowd surrounding Voldemort and the reappeared Harry Potter, a new surge of bravery shot inside of her. It was the most courage she had had in the longest of times.

As the Dark Lord beckoned her and Draco over to his side - to join him once more in his fight of ill intentions - she stood her ground. She felt Draco go to step forward from beside her, and heard the sobs begin to escape his throat, but that didn't stop her from reaching out to grab his hand in her own.

He paused, and looked back at Y/N's watery but determined eyes. His eyebrows raised as he pulled his lower lip into his mouth.

Y/N was scared he would leave her there: that he wasn't as strong as she was.

But then he nodded, and stepped back to directly by her side, gaining the determined gaze in his own eyes as he looked upon the Dark Lord.

He risked death alongside her that day, and they both came out the other side alive - and free.

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written; 01/09/2020 —> 20/06/2022 published; 20/06/2022 edited; —/—/——

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A Quiet Moment

Luke Castellan x Fem!Daughter of Persephone Reader

Description: You and Luke get a rare quiet moment in Cabin 11 accompanied by some troubling thoughts. Luke's always there to make you feel better and you know him better than anyone else.

Can be read as a stand-alone or part 2 to Poison Ivy

Warnings: mentions of alcoholism, mentions of mental health (season depression), making out, I think thats it?? Also not edited sorry!!!!!!!

“Luke, this is not good,” you’re pinching the bridge of your nose in exasperation. The cabin is in total disarray, you’d left Luke and a majority of other campers there to begin to clean it while you helped the Demeter kids in the Strawberry fields. You’d come back to, though a smaller mess, a mess nevertheless.

Cabin inspections are later tomorrow afternoon, and you can already tell the Hermes cabin is so totally screwed. Cabin 11 is chaotic as always, to be fair it isn’t Luke’s fault, Hermes houses his children, unclaimed children, and minor gods' children alike. As a child of Persephone, you’ve only ever known the Hermes cabin as home other than the few nights you’ve spent in the Demeter cabin with your friend Katie, you fit in there as a child of Persephone and your power of chlorekensis makes you fit right in. Chiron in a desperate attempt to make more room in the Hermes had asked you if you’d like to move into the Demeter cabin permanently. You’d told him no, Luke needed your help managing the campers, but you’re sorely regretting it now.

Your boyfriend pouts at you from his bunk where he’d collapse in exasperated exhaustion just moments before you’d return. “This whole thing is rigged, how’re we expected to be clean, we’ve got like triple the campers?” he groans. Then he sits up on his elbows eyeing you up and down. You’ve discarded your camp half-blood t-shirt and are left in your forest green spaghetti strap and dark denim shorts. He smiles like he’s won the whole damn lottery. You're exasperated resolve melts a bit when he speaks again.

“You look pretty,” he compliments you. You smile, blush, and roll your eyes before collapsing on his bunk beside him, ignoring the campers scurrying around you to get to their activities and clean up their own messes.

“Thank you,” you whisper as he reaches over and moves a piece of hair out of your face. “Anytime Poison,” he replies, a cheeky smile on his face. Then as if remembering something he sits up and addresses the few campers that are still scrambling about the cabin, “Go enjoy the rest of your free time, we’ll take care of the rest of the damage in the morning.” They all cheer and thank him, but you know this was just a clever ploy for Luke to get the cabin empty for a second.

“How was your day?” you ask him, sitting up and sitting crisscross on his bed. He follows suit facing you and interlacing both your hands between you. “You’re looking at it sweetheart,” he gestures around to the mostly not clean cabin.

“This took you all day?” you tease. Luke flicks your forehead, you laugh in response.

“Don’t be mean.”

“Who me? I’m not being mean.”

He shoots you a look.

“Well now you know how I feel, you’re always teasing me.”

It’s takes about five seconds for Luke to wrestle you onto your back, knee slotted between your thighs, while both of his hands mercilessly attack your side. Your writhing beneath him, laughing so hard you can’t breath.

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you squeal, he halts his movements and pokes the dimple by the corner of your mouth, that only shows when you’re laughing hysterically.

“That’s what I thought Poison, you know we’ve gotta stop meeting like this,” he’s slowed his movements, now one hand still stroking you cheek, moving down to your hip and pressing you depper into the mattress, his other hand holds him up so he’s not completely crushing you. You blush furiously at his implication, the last time the two of you had been in this position, it had been sinful, granted you weren’t in your cabin where anyone could walk in at any moment, but still. “You’re gross,” is what you decide to respond with, but he just laughs and leans down to kiss you anyways.

Kissing Luke is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. You’ve kissed other boys before him, but something about the way he kisses you, you know he’s absolutely ruined you for anyone else, he kisses you in a way you know will screw up forever. You don’t know what you’ll do if he wakes up one day and decides he doesn’t want you anymore. The thought makes you kiss him harder, and pull him closer. His thumb rubs soothing circles against your exposed skin from where your shirt had ridden up a bit. One of your hands rests at the base of his neck pulling him closer, begging him to kiss you harder. Your other hand hovers at his lower back, when you try to pull him closer there too, he pulls his face back from yours, breathing heavily.

“What’s wrong?” he asks you, he kisses your check once on both sides softly and then looks at you again.

“Nothing, just keep kissing me,” you tell him before pulling him back to your lips.

He mumbles your name against them, but then indulges you for a moment, your brain is going a million miles a minute, you don’t know why you can’t turn it off sometimes, but the thought of loosing Luke plagues your mind too often, were you destined to be like your father, who loved your mother in the spring only to be left again by the fall, he had never truly gotten over his one great love, Persephone. You couldn’t imagine ever getting over Luke either, especially with the way he’s kissing you so tenderly now.

He pulls away again, making you pout.

“I can hear you thinking, what’s up?”

You almost tell him but he’s always trying to make you feel better and for once you want there to just be nothing wrong. You’ve always been a little more darkness than Luke, you think. He’s the camp golden boy, perfect in all the ways that count. You’re Persephone’s only (claimed) daughter, who grows plants from nothing, and grows vines of poison ivy around people who piss you off. Your moods change with the seasons, and as Fall grows nearer you can feel yourself growing darker. You just want a moment with your incredibly hot boyfriend to not think of the impending darkness that’s right around the corner.

“I’m okay, really,” you tell him, he’s not convinced clearly because he stays hovering over you but he won’t lean back down to kiss you. “Luke, c’mon we’ve got like–” you check your watch, “30 minutes until the first round of campers are back.”’

“But you’re worried about something, I can tell,” he mutters, “It’s almost September, that’s what’s buggin’ you huh?”

Sometimes you hate how well he knows you, “Okay, yeah, you’re super duper smart now do you wanna make out with me or what?”

He laughs, and leans down to kiss you again, it’s a peck not at all what you were looking for and you groan. “Luke–”

“Look, I’m all for making out, and I’ll distract you if you really want me to,” his voice is husky in your ear, in the way he knows you love, but then he pulls back to look at you again, “but we both know this is still gonna be buggin’ you afterward, and I just want to make you feel better.”

You sigh, cause you know he’s right, annoyingly right, and stupidly handsome, you still really want to make out with him, but you don’t want him to feel like he’s a distraction, because he isn’t. He’s Luke, and you love him with everything you have.

“You’re never a distraction,” you promise him eagerly, you move to sit up and he follows suit, leaning against the headboard of the bunk and opening his arms wide for you to snuggle into is chest, you place a kiss over his heart. “You’re the main event baby.”

He snorts and pulls you closer, “That was incredibly corny Poison, you going soft on me?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. But seriously, you're incredibly sweet."

You lean up and kiss his jaw. He kisses your forehead in return.

A moment of silence passes before he asks the burning question on both of your minds.

“Are you going home this year?”

You’d spent most of your time at Camp Half Blood being a summer only camper, but the last two years you’d been a year rounder. Your dad had never really been the same after Persephone disappeared from him, never to return, at least according to your aunt. When you’d been younger you’d been a handful and provided your dad with a distraction from his sorrows. But as you’d grown older, made friends, and forged your own life, your father had started drinking again. The more he destroyed himself, the more he destroyed you and your already almost non existent relationship with your mother. You resented him, but you resented her more for leaving him with nothing more than a hollowed shell of who he used to be. He’s been writing you letters, but you can’t bring yourself to respond.

“Probably not,” you admit finally, “I don’t want to see him and besides,” you curl into Luke more, “I want to stay with you.”

Luke’s arms tighten around you as he peaks down at your face, “You do?”

“Of course I do.”

Luke kiss your head, you smell like flowers and goodness and the things he loves. He thinks he could stay right here with you forever. “Are you sure?” he asks you.

“Do you want me to stay?” you ask, feeling self conscious now, you don’t have the opportunity to let your anxiety consume you for long before Luke is reassuring you.

“Are you kidding? Of course I want you to stay. I love it when you’re here, you know that.”

You smile up at him softly, his brow furrows, a little crease at the center where you can tell he’s thinking really hard about something. You reach up to smooth it out, but he catches your hand with his own. “You do know that right?”

“Yeah,” you nod, and you do. You really know it, in the back of your mind, you know Luke loves you as much as you love him.

“Good, because sometimes I think you don’t get it, how much I love you. I’d do anything for you, just say the word,” he lets you reach up to smooth the crease from his brows.

“What’re you doing?” he asks.

“You get this little crease between your brows when you’re worrying about stuff, did you know that?”

Your pinned back down on the bed before you get a response, he’s kissing you like you’ve been wanting him to this whole time, Hot and searing with his hands in all the right places. You could die happy, right here, wrapped in his arms, his lips pressed against yours, and his tongur sneaking into your mouth. You stay like that for a few minutes, unaware of the time ticking away. You both pull away a little breathless.

“I love you,” he says quietly, “a lot.”

“I love you too,” you reply kissing the bottom of his scar softly, “a lot.”

He leans down to kiss you again but you place a hand on his chest pushing him away from you. “We should probably clean the cabin now,” you relent, sighing as you look at your watch, the first round of campers should be returning in about five minutes, Luke takes a look at your watch and groans.

“You were right,” he admits, head tucked into you neck as you play with his hair.

“I’m sure I was but youre gonna have to be a little more specific babe,” you reply matching what you’re sure is his cheeky smile buried in you neck.

“We should have just made out.”

You push him off the bed.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan #pjo series #pjo fanfic #charlie bushnell x reader #reader insert #x reader #female reader

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batmanrogues-scenarios · 1 year

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Masterlist 3

Fluff

Big Vigilante S/O Being Gentle With Them : DS, MM

Metal Head S/O : DS, MM

Witchy S/O Doing Tarot : DS, MM

Crush Giving Them Cute Name in Phone : Riddler, Scarecrow, PI, MrF

Crush Rogue Is Out of the Costume : Scarecrow, MrF, Joker, Catwoman

Sleep Walking S/O : Scarecrow, Riddler, BM, MrF

S/O Being Amazing With Traps : Arkham! KC, Joker, Penguin

S/O Just Shows When Called : Scarecrow, BM, MrF, MH

S/O Proposing : MH, Scarecrow

S/O Insults Back for the Rogue: DS, Joker

Gifts for/from Rogues : All

Music Meister with S/O Making Musical References

Actor S/O Being Slasher in New Movie : DS, TF

Intimidating Gothic S/O : MH, MM

S/O Never Having Happy Christmas Before : DS, MM

S/O Wanting 50 Squish Mellows : DS

Kiss Under Mistletoe: DS, MM

Crush Vigilante Immune to Their Effects : Scarecrow, MM, PI

S/O Having Night Live : DS, MM

S/O Has Creative but Weird Solutions: Scarecrow (GN, Arkham)

Arkhamverse Scarecrow x S/O with Thermorecuration Problem

Mad Hatter x Wonderland Enthusiast

Wonderland Enthusiast Asking Jervis Out

MH and S/O Going To Costume Party, Other Rogue Wears Alice Costume

Reader Dressed as Alice Kidnaps Jervis

S/O Often Praising MH

S/O With Crackhead Energy : GS

S/O Being Cyborg : MH,.MM

MM Finding Out Ghost in His Hideout

S/O Being Captain Marvel: Arkham!DS, TF

S/O Just Baking at 1am : DS, Lego!Joker

S/O Being Fashion Disaster: DS, MM

Getting in a Relationship While in Civilian Break to Find Out New Rogue is S/O : DS, MM

Cryptic S/O : Scarecrow, Riddler, Penguin, Poison Ivy

S/O Being from Zombie Apocalypse : Arkham! TF, Penguin,PS

S/O Frauding IRS : Joker, BM, Penguin, PS

S/O Wearing Mustache Nose Piercing: Unburied!Riddler, Joker, MH,PI

Harley and Bumper Cars

Not Sure/Mix

Uncanny Valley S/O : Joker, Scarecrow, Riddler

Another Dimension MM Dating Their Daughter: Riddler, Scarecrow, TF

Rogues Experiencing Period : Riddler, TF, BM, MH

S/O Who Hibernates : MrF, MH, PI

S/O Resurrecting Because They Kicked Devil in the Balls : Arkham!: Anarky, Joker, HQ, Scarecrow

Crush Henchperson Who Can See Ghosts : MB, HQ, Scarecrow

Meeting Man Eating Siren: Arkham!KC, Scarecrow, MM

S/O Having Firepowers and Loving Fire: MrF, BM, Joker, Arkham!Copperhead

Past Best Friend Ending Up as a Hero : Scarecrow, UN Riddler, Arkham Anarky, Twojar Kiteman

S/O Using Spine of First Victim as Pitching Wedge : Arkham! KC, Scarecrow, BM, PI

Vigilante Flipping Script : DS, MM

Finding Posirive Pregnancy Test: MrF,MH, TF, MM

Comedic

Condiment King in Poly Relationship

Reaction to Scarecrow Saying Toxin Needs LSD : Riddler, HQ, MH, PI

S/O Saying Most Out of Context Insults : Arkhamverse! :Riddler, MH, Zsasz, KC;

S/O Doing These Threats (up, same rogues)

S/O Mistaking Them for IRS : Anarky, Copperhead, Bane (Arkhamverse)

"Can I make make meat taboocan out of them?": Arkham!GS,

Taboocan 2: Copperhead, TF, Joker

Kidnapped Y/N Just Chilling : GS, MH

Platonic/Singular

Friend Realizing They're Gay : Riddler, HQ, Catwoman, MM

Arkham Guard Friend : Scarecrow, MH, TF, Joker

Friend Being Too Much Into Daydreaming : MH, Scarecrow, HQ, MrF

Magical Sib Getting Mortal : Scarecrow, BM, HQ

Friend Not Knowing how to express Emotions: Scarecrow, MH, MrF, MM

Friend Wanting Nuke as a Kid : BM, Riddler, TF, Scarecrow

Sidekick/Kid being Ex-Robin: DS, TF

Robotic Protege Sib : Riddler, MH, Penguin

Friend Who is Neurodiverged : Scarecrow, MrF, Catwoman

Rogue Finding Kid with Batman Backstory: Catwoman, MrF, MH

Young Vigilante with Venom like Powers : BM, Scarecrow, PI, Joker

Best Christian Tree : MM, MH, PI

Seeing Cryptid : BM, Riddler, Scarecrow, TF

Friend Being Animal Magnet: HQ, MH, Catwoman, Scarecrow

Getting Scarecrow for Secret Santa : Riddler, MM, HQ, MH

How they Handle Blizzard : DS, MM

With Willing Person as Subject : MH, Scarecrow

Mr Freeze Meets Orphan Kid with Ice Powers

DS + MM Snowed Together

Drinking Out of Scarecrow Toxinated Cup: HQ, Riddler, Penguin, TF

Reaction to Ed Becoming Detective: Scarecrow, MH,MM

Reacting to Crane Being Caught by Mystery Gang : Riddler, MH, MM

DS Getting Muscular Without Noticing

Penguin Getting Growth Spurt

Friend Who is Ghost Pirate: HQ, MH, BTAS!Clayface

Dork Squad + MM Living Together

Magician Putting on a Mask: BM, HQ, Scarecrow

Art

Soda Queen and Milk Man

NSFW

Make me, Sexy Outfits BM

S/O Talking in Underwear Casually : MH, Scarecrow

Scarecrow in Lingere +18

MM First Time With S/O

#masterlist #riddler x reader #mad hatter x reader #black mask x reader #joker x reader #two face x reader #harley quinn x reader #music meister x reader #mr freeze x reader #scarecrow x reader #catwoman x reader #poison ivy x reader #pati writes

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animefans-stuff · 1 year

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Rules + Fandoms I write for.

What I'll write; fluff, angst, headcanons, one shots, platonic relationships, yanderes, suggestive themes.

What I won't write; actual nsfw, oc x reader, cheating, suicide, romantic adult x minor.

When requesting something please be specific but also keep it simple.

Please be kind, not only to me but other people and remember that some of the stuff I write (anything yandere related) is purely for entertainment only I don't support any of these actions in real life.

Please be patient when requesting something. I have a life outside of tumblr, and a terrible habit of procrastinating with certain things.

Remeber that I can say no to any requests I don't feel comfortable writing.

Fandom(s) I write for + who I write for.

Scarecrow, Poison Ivy, Two Face, Mr. Freeze, Joker, Harley Quinn, Killer croc, Victor Zsasz, Firefly

Outlast Whistleblower

Eddie Glunskin.

Black Butler

Grell, Undertaker, William T Spears, Othello, Ludger, Sascha, Snake, Ciel( platonic only!), Sebastian, Ronald Knox, Eric Slingby and Alan Humphries.

Hades (The Game)

Zagreus, Hypnos, Aphrodite, Ares, Athena, Artemis, Dionysus, Achilles, Patroclus, Chaos, Theseus, Charon, Thanatos, Orpheus, Eurydice, Demeter, Persephone and Hermes.

One Piece

Sir Crocodile, Enel, Mihawk, Boa Hancock, Eustass Kid, Killer, Wire, Heat, Donquixote Doflamingo, Viola, Monet, Corazon, Dellinger, Baby 5, Gladius, Caesar Clown, Law, Luffy, Sanji, Zoro, Nico Robin, Van Augur, Laffitte, Ace and Nami.

Resident Evil

Ethan Winters, Karl Heisenberg, Lady Dimitrescu, Donna Benevento, Mother Miranda, Dimitrescu Daughters.

Dead By Daylight

The Wraith, The Huntress, Trickster, The Spirit, The Oni, The Doctor, The Legion, The Plague.

Record Of Ragnarok

Heimdall, Thor, Loki, Adam and Eve, Shiva, Parvati, Kali, Durga, Jack The Ripper, Brunhilde, Buddha, Odin, Aphrodite, Hermes, Ares, Forseti, Heracles and Hades.

#rules for writing #dc #outlast #black butler #one piece #hades the game #dead by deadlight #resident evil #record of ragnarok

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geowrites03 · 2 years

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Winning the Attention (and him) pt.1

Damian Wayne x Cobblepot!Reader

Summary: Kids of villains and a massive party at Wayne manor. What could go wrong?

A/n: I’m using some portrayals of characters from the ‘Gotham’ tv series such as the Penguin, the Riddler and Victor Zsasz.

I sat there staring into his eyes, lost in a jungle of different shades of green. They weren’t as pretty across the classroom as they were up close, but he’s still making me fall more head over heels, than I already was.

Sure Damian and I are on talking terms, but we’re not friends, he just can’t seem to let go of that tough exterior and the ‘i don’t need friends, they disappoint me’ mindset. Or maybe I’m just telling myself that it’s his exterior and mindset, because in reality he’d never want to associate himself with a villain��s child. Nobody does.

“Y/n Cobblepot! Would you like to stop drooling back there and actually answer a question or better yet, actually learn something, for once?” Instead of the rest of the class snickering or laughing at the teacher’s pathetic attempt to embarrass me, they were all shocked and concerned. The last teacher who tried to put me down, ended up found in a ditch on the news.

“Well Miss, considering you said my last name I’m guessing you’re aware of who my father is, yes? And I also assume you know what happened to last math teacher, right?” She didn’t falter, surprisingly, that’s what it took for most other teachers to back down but this one’s dumb enough to hold her ground.

“Did you just threaten me?” She tried to sound strong and menacing, but I just kept prolonged eye contact to make her uncomfortable. “Well, that’s not going to work on me, little missy, we’re not all chess pieces on a board for you to play with. And you don’t scare me, either.”

I only continued to stare into her eyes, she was started to get uncomfortable and shifting a bit. I cocked an eyebrow and the bell rung to signal the end of the school day. Whilst it was ringing I pointed to my forehead.

There was a red dot from a sniper directly in the middle of her forehead.

“Do I still not scare you Miss? All I have to do is give him the hand signal and he’ll blow your fucking brains all over the chalkboard, while us students watch.”

“Look, I’m sorry just, call him off.”

“You didn’t ask nicely.”

“I’m not gonna ask nicely to a stuck up brat.”

“Really? Not even when the stuck up brat has your life in her hands? You really are as dumb as the last one.” I signalled for him to shoot.

At least I keep my promises, her brains did end up on the chalkboard. Only two people in the class jumped, they were the two girls that had only just moved up classes. The rest of us are all children of villains and have gotten used to all the gore. Damian, obviously wasn’t a child of a villain, but most villains and their kids know that the Wayne’s are actually the bat-family.

“Well, I guess class is dismissed then.” Joker Jr practically jumped out of his seat next to Damian and ran out of class. The two shaky girls were second to leave, just wanting to get out of there already.

I quickly left after everyone else so I could the keys to the faculty lounge off her dead body. I skipped out of the classroom and went to find Poison Ivy’s daughter, Flora.

She just so conveniently happened to be at her locker which is right next to Damian’s, come on, would you have combusted into flames if you waited for me anywhere else? Oh well I sucked it up and walked over.

“Here you go ma’am.” I dangled the keys next to her and she grabbed them.

“Thank you!” She hugged me tight. “Now I can get those Venus flytraps outa there, the teachers always close the windows so no fly get in for them to eat. Not that they’d even eat bugs on they own because they were grown indoors and actually have to be fed.”

“So, let me get this straight, you can’t even look after yourself, but your gonna care for 4 Venus flytraps?”

She nodded then skipped down the hall. I chuckled and quickly ran to my locker. The whole time I was over there I could feel his eyes on me, I didn’t know if it was a good or bad thing, but my worries and doubts got the best of me. They made me feel as though he was judging me the whole time.

Hell, he most likely was. I mean, come on! Why would the son of Batman like a villain’s daughter? Especially me. Even with the slightest ever chance of him liking me, it’s destined to go down in flames.

“Boo!” Jack grabbed onto my shoulders and shook them lightly. “Why weren’t you boarding this week, your dads just keeping you locked away at home?”

“Nah, they weren’t gonna pay an extra $10,000 just for me to sleep in the shitty dorms with an even shittier curfew.” He nodded but still looked a little confused. “What?”

“Nothing, just wondering why they’re not jumping at an opportunity to get rid of you for a week…” I laughed and shook my head.

“I’m barely at home anyways.” Which was half true, I wasn’t home a lot this is just due to me wondering around the city, somehow finding something new and exciting each day. Finding something exciting in Gotham which doesn’t lead to instant death is rare and I somehow manage to do it at least 3-4 times a week.

“Yeah but, I thought they wanted you to start having rules and discipline, including a curfew.” He always thought it was weird that 2 villains would want their kid to have discipline.

“Yeah, but that’s nothing, the curfew is at 11:30 because they still want me to have a little freedom and fun. The rules are only a few and more about my safety and if I get caught by the police or something. Then with the discipline they only want me to have self-discipline to get homework and assignments done.”

“Imagine your parents wanting what’s best for you, therefore implying that they care for you.” He scoffed and straightened his blazer of his uniform. “Sometimes my dad just doses me with a bit of his fear toxin when he doesn’t want to deal with me.”

“Damn sucks for you Crane! But I need to steal her away for a sec.” I looked at Jack with a sorry look as one of the shitty student council members dragged me down the hall. Jack nodded at me and started walking towards the dorms.

“What do you want?” I looked at her while she looked me up and down, I knew she was judging me but I need an excuse to make her pissed. “You know you didn’t have to pull me aside to check me out, I kinda like people admiring me from afar.”

“Shut up! I just need you to stay away from Damian.” I looked at her with my eyebrow raised, as if asking her to continue. “He doesn’t need somebody like you dragging down his reputation, or grades.”

“Somebody like me? What do you mean by that Jessica? Because last time I checked, I actually earn my good grades, you just think with your tits and let your parents bribe the school to get your grades and even let you attend, let alone be apart of the student council.”

“Um, excuse me!?” She scoffed, I started to walk away but she gripped my arm and dug her nails into my skin causing it to bleed. “You don’t get to lie like that and expect to walk away from me without a beating.”

“A beating!? Ha! You literally can’t even hurt a fly.” She tried to slap me but I manoeuvred my head out of the way and swung a punch to hit her nose, clouding her vision for awhile. While she couldn’t see properly I punched her again on the eye and tripped her over.

When she fell her head slammed into the ground and a teacher made her way through the crowd that had formed around us. Just as she got through the crowd I made a break for it. Since it was the end of the school day they weren’t too bothered about chasing after me, but checking up on Jessica to make sure she was okay.

I put on my blazer so parents outside wouldn’t see then complain to the school about health and safety, and ran out the building and around the corner to where the richer kids would get picked up in their fancy cars, by their butlers/parent’s personal staff because they were stuck in ‘very important meetings’. All the other kids were picked up, besides Damian who usually got picked up at the same time as me.

It’s usually 3:40 when we get picked up, that’s a 40 minute wait from when school finishes. Neither of us minded the late pick-ups, it gave us more time to do homework, or sometimes we would actually talk to each other instead of sitting in silence.

“Only 5 minutes today? I thought you were talking to Jack, you two talk for much longer than that.” I rolled up my blazer sleeve to show the bleeding nail marks. “That looks bad, come here.”

He pat the space next to him on the bench signalling for me to sit down. I put my bag down in front of the bench and sat down next to him while he rummaged through his bag for a small bandage. He held out his hand for me to give him my arm. I hesitantly laid my wrist in his hand.

“Jeez, who even did this? And how on earth did they manage to do this much damage?”

“It was Jessica, she still had her stiletto acrylic nails on, she dug em into my arm.” He hiss at thought. “Worst part was while her nails were still in my arm, she scratched them around and shit. Then when she pulled her hand back after I punched her the nails got ripped out of my skin. Stung like a bitch.”

“I could imagine.” He chuckled at my last comment and wiped off the blood around the deep cuts in my arm. “How did she even lay a hand on you though, your guard’s constantly up, even around people you trust.”

“I actually don’t know to be honest, I guess I just got distracted when I was talking shit about her.” He took a short pause of wrapping the bandage around my forearm to look at me as if asking what I said he looked back down when I told him. “I said she only thinks with her tits and her parents have to bribe the school for her grades and all that.”

“I mean… You’re not wrong.” He shook his head and chuckled at me, I blushed only just now noticing how close we were. “Awe, are you all flustered for me?”

“What? No. It’s just really hot out here.” I started to fan my face but he just laughed. Fuck!

“There you go.” He smiled at me and I retracted my arm. It was rare to get a smile for him, it made me blush even more. He must’ve noticed my blush get darker because he chuckled and teased me more. “Y’know if you’re that infatuated with me you could’ve said something.”

“Pff- Infatuated with you? No. Absolutely head over heels for your mom? Fuck yeah!” I giggled a bit and Damian only shook his head, almost disappointed in me.

“You’re ridiculous.” I laughed a little more. He looked at me again causing me to stop laughing, thinking he found it annoying. “You’re laugh is pretty, why’d you stop?”

“Sorry, I just thought you found it annoying.” I looked down at my fidgeting hands. He grabbed one of my hands and squeezed it reassuringly.

“I don’t think it’s annoy-” He got cut off by Zsasz calling out.

“Y/n! You dads want you back early, we gotta go.” I sighed and he let go of my hand as I picked up my bag with the other.

“Bye Damian.”

“Bye Y/n.”

We were half the drive home when Victor starts teasing me about Damian.

“Oooh la laa. Who was that back there, huh? Your little boyyfriendd?” I blushed and looked out the window.

“Heh, I wish.” He just let out an over-exaggerated gasp and chuckled and decided not to press too much more knowing I was embarrassed. “Do you know why my dads wanted me home early?”

“They didn’t say.”

When we arrived I opened the door and both my dads were already standing there waiting for me.

“Y/n, your father and I have decided to go on a little cruise for 2 months.”

“Do cruises even last that long?” I said in a bored and tired tone.

“Yes, in fact there is actually a cruise that lasts 9 months. Now you’re lucky we didn’t go on that one.”

“Yeah, lucky, because you would’ve ended up dragging me along on it.” They nodded in agreement and chuckled. “When are youse leaving anyways?”

“Tonight.” And that’s why they wanted me home early, to tell me that they were leaving for two months, tonight.

“Why tonight? Couldn’t you have chosen a cruise that’s longer away?” I asked with a sad face causing them to hug me.

“Awe, sorry. We were planning this for awhile and they’re non-refundable tickets.”

“ ‘S okay.”

The first morning with them was boring, every Saturday morning we would clean the house then go do something as a family. But my mood completely changed when Damian sent a message to the group chat with all of our friends.

DW=Damian FI=Flora JJ= Joker Jr JC=Jack

DW: Party at my house

JJ: Bro, what about ur fam?

Dw: They out for 2 months, left last night

Y/n: Cruise?

FI: Geez calm down stalker

DW: How’d you know? lol

Y/n: My dads went on the same one

JC: Still don’t explain…

Y/n: Wdym, i just connected the dots, they all left for 2 months on the same night not much of a coincidence

JJ: Bro, what speed does your brain work at

FI: *photo of flash*

DW: So youse coming or not?

JJ: I’m down how many other people did you invite

FI: Knowing Dames it’ll either be A: only us or B: Nearly the whole fucking school, I’m down for either

DW: The latter

Y/n: As long as Jessica’s not there I’ll go

JC: I’ll go, need to get away from my dad anyways

DW: Welcome to the shit parent club

JJ: Bro, wdym your dads Bruce Wayne/Batman

FI: A: you literally cosplay (on a daily basis) the dude that despises his dad B: he said parent not dad so he could’ve meant his mother

Y/n: Even tho he meant his mother, tell me that you won’t get atleast some trauma when your dads a 50/50 billionaire playboy/emo dude who dresses in all black who’s a bat furry

DW: Wtf

FI: bahaha

JJ: 💀

Y/n: Tell me I’m wrong

When I got there, some people from school were already there. I made my way through the crowd to get to my friends. When I saw them Damian and JJ had worried looks on their faces.

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t freak out, Jessica’s here.” I rolled my eyes they’re getting worked up over nothing.

“I thought her nose was broken though, and she’s not good at hiding bruises, how is she going to go hide that black eye?” They all looked at me after I said this.

“That’s the thing, she’s flaunting it and telling everyone that you attacked her, unprovoked.”

“Of course this bitch would, she’s an attention seeker.” I scoffed and took off my jacket so I could take off the bandages. “But! Two can play at that game.”

“Holy shit! There’s no way she did that!” JJ called out when I unwrapped the bandage and took off the gauze.

“I know I was surprised too.” Damian spoke up.

“Well you don’t sound surprised Wayne.” I shot him a wink and walked off into the crowd. Completely ready for the shit I’m about to start.

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