Cinders

he/they autisitic college student i will write about my hyperfixtions asks are open :)

[cinrot]

CINDERS MASTERLIST

Requests are currently open

Intro Post

DC Universe

FATE'S WEBS

PLANTOIC YANDERE BATFAM X NEGLECTED GWEN STACY!READER

CHAPTERS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

ASKS AND DRABBLES

Does Reader!(Y/N) have her powers?

Is Gwen Stacy!Reader white?

Fate's Webs Christmas Headcannons

HEADCANNONS

Yandere!Superman x Fem!Reader Headcannons

[cinrot]

Working on a rewrite of the last fate's webs chapter tonight and tomorrow along with chapter 11 once I get the new ending of chapter 10 pushed out so you guys will have plenty to read over the weekend this week

[cinrot]

Wayne Manor's Mouse (Chapter 1)

Yandere!Bruce Wayne x Catwoman!Reader x Platonic Yandere!Batfam 

1.7k words WARNINGS - Noncon touching, kidnapping, vomit, illness, drug use, drugging, yandere themes, etc. author's note - i had this mostly finished in my drafts. going to try and alternate between this fic and fate's webs.

You wished you could still fight back. You wished they hadn't trimmed your claws down to nubs to keep you safe to hold. But it didn't really matter what you wished; it seemed it only mattered what made it easier for them to love you.

Whatever made it easier for them to keep you caged in this dark golden cage they called Wayne Manor.

You didn't really move much anymore. Choosing to stay in your bed rather than wander the manor like a ghost. Occasionally one of the children or Alfred would gently place you in a wheelchair to move you around the manor.

Alfred had moved you some hours ago. He had placed you in front of a window inside the kitchen, you supposed, so he could keep an eye on you.

You didn't know how he trusted you around knives after your last incident, but at least if he was keeping an eye on you, he wasn't going to bother you with conversation like the children would.

Your fingers played with one of the rings on your fingers as you stared outside.

Both the engagement ring and wedding band had been placed on your hand the night he brought you to Wayne Manor. They came with a promise that once you "got better," you and he would have a "proper wedding."

A shiver ran down your spine at the thought.

You didn't want to find out what a "proper wedding" entailed in his eyes.

You couldn't help but miss the freedom you used to have before all of this and how fast it seemed to have been stripped away once you had met him.

The night came so clearly to you even with your sometimes fleeting memory.

Dancing across the rooftops of Gotham with a tight black catsuit and yellow goggles covering your eyes. You had spotted a museum the night before with jewels inside just begging to be dropped into your shiny, sharp claws. You hummed to yourself happily as your claws dug into the thick glass making up the roof of the museum, creating a circle just small enough for your body to fit through.

As you pulled the glass out, your eyes sparkled underneath your goggles. A grin splicing across your face as you dropped down silently on to the floor.

Your feet padded silently across the glass-like floor below you. Your reflection is staring up at you in the glittering floor.

You danced across the floor, reaching a glittering necklace trapped behind a glass cube. Well, that just wasn't right, was it? Your clawed hands grasped the cube, pulling it off the pedestal and swiping the necklace from its glass prison. "Something so pretty should be enjoyed." You muttered to yourself, dropping the necklace in your satchel.

Your hands clipped your satchel shut, and you took a step backward, but just as your foot planted itself on the ground, you paused. The hairs on the back of your neck are standing up.

"I was wondering when you'd finally catch up."

You whipped around, staring down the much larger man. His breath is barely hitting your face even with your bodies so close. Before the bat could move, you produced a grappling gun, shooting it into the ceiling. A loud crack echoed through the room as the grapple latched itself into the marble ceilings, yanking your body into the air and narrowly avoiding the Bat's quick reflexes.

You swung yourself back out the hole you had created in the glass, landing on top of the building. A Cheshire grin is still ever-present on your half-masked face.

"Going to have to be faster than that, Bats!" You called down at the man who stood below.

Before he could chase after you, you were diving off the museum's rooftop, disappearing into Gotham's streets below.

If only you had known that was the beginning of your undoing. How the notorious Batman was already building your golden cage in his mind in those moments.

A sigh left your body as Alfred knelt beside you. When did he get there? You barely glanced at him as he spoke. "Master Bruce will be home in a couple hours. He was held up late at the office."

Thank god you almost said it. But the words didn't leave your lips. You didn't have much energy for such an expression nowadays.

"Okay," you answered blankly, glancing at the older man. "Could you take me back upstairs?"

No demands. You weren't in the spot to make any demands anymore.

"Of course," Alfred replied, standing up.

He rolled your wheelchair through the manor silently. You appreciated Alfred in these moments. When he allowed you to sit in comfortable silence. Only ever bothering you for the things he was required to bother you for.

Like the medications.

You glanced at the vanity across the room as you were wheeled into Bruce's bedroom. Never yours, just his. A bright orange hazard bin sat against the dark wood of the vanity with a brightly colored pill organizer next to it. Both clashing against the makeup and hair products stacked around them.

All items Bruce had provided when you arrived. They still sat untouched even a year later.

No point in playing dress-up when there was no one to see you besides your captor and his insane family. The wheelchair stopped next to the bed, and you stood suddenly before Alfred could grab you and help you onto the bed.

You crumbled belly first onto the bed, suddenly reminding yourself why he was so insistent on helping you. "Are you alright?" He asked in a concerned, lacing voice. A huff left your mouth against the soft duvet. "Yes" was all you bothered replying with as you rolled over onto your back unceremoniously. "Will you be joining the family for dinner tonight?" "Alfred asked, pulling the duvet from underneath your body and pulling it over your body.

"Is it required tonight?"

"I do not believe so."

"Then no."

"The children would enjoy—"

"No. "You cut him off, avoiding eye contact. "I'll deliver your dinner later tonight, then."

The soft click of the door shutting let you finally relax your body, melting into the sheets thinking.

You don't understand why any of them bothered anymore with feeding you.

It wasn't as if you could keep anything down.

This morning you had barely made it to one of the manor's many bathrooms before hurling up the contents of your stomach that Bruce had insisted you consume with the children present. He seemed hellbent on making "family" meals a thing this morning, forcing you up before the children had left for school to eat eggs that made your stomach churn and bacon so greasy it still laced your teeth.

Your tongue ran along your teeth, thinking.

At least you had some payback even if it came at the expense of your dignity and your tastebuds.

Bruce likely would allow you to hang back from family meals for a day or two after the wonderful show this morning.

Your eyes were pulled over to the large windows that took up most of the eastern wall. They stood towering over you, built with thick glass you had tried to break open more times than you could count. Even lying on your side of the bed, you could see the rolling hills of the expansive Gotham estate. The hours dragged around your body that had sunken into the sheets below you.

The Wayne children seemed to, for once, get the hint that they should leave you to rot instead of curling into the bed alongside you or pulling you away from the coffin you wished to die in to participate in whatever hobby they felt the need to pull you away to do. Just as the thought graced your mind, the door across the room clicked open.

You tossed a glance over your shoulder, about to tell whichever Wayne child had come to find you to leave and go bother one of their ever-multiplying siblings.

The words grew dry in your throat once your eyes landed on the figure of Mr. Wayne himself.

A barely audible scoff left you before you turned over, refusing to acknowledge him any further.

"Don't be like that." He replied with a sickeningly playful tone lacing his words. The end of the bed sunk as he sat by your feet. "What did you get up to today?" His hand reached out barely touching your thigh before you yanked it away ignoring his question.

You could see him frown out of the corner of your eye, and he reached out again, yanking your leg out from the position you had curled it in. His fingers wrapped just tightly enough to not hurt you but still keep your leg in place.

He clicked his tongue thoughtfully.

"Are you still upset over me staying at the office late?"

I'm upset over you kidnapping me. You wanted to shout at him, but you bit your tongue, choosing not to test your luck tonight.

"Silent treatment, huh?"

You didn't reply.

His fingers squeezed your thigh a little harder, digging his nails deep into your skin. A yelp left your lips unwillingly, and his fingers eased their grip. "Don't worry, I'll make it up to you! I took the day off tomorrow." He grinned, staring at you.

"Why?" You finally relented, your eyes still glued to the windows.

"Because I want to spend the day with my wife."

You wanted to gag at the term.

"Aren't you guys really busy? You should probably go in." You muttered, glancing over at him to gauge his reaction. He kicked his shoes off onto the ground with a soft thud. His body moved suddenly, crawling on top of yours, trapping you beneath him. "You really shouldn't worry about things like that." He kissed your neck softly.

You really couldn't care less about Wayne Incorporated or whatever his company was called. You just didn't want him here bothering you.

He moved down your neck, planting kisses all over your skin.

Each kiss leaving you more tense than the last as his hand ventured beneath your shirt.

[cinrot]

Hey there, idk if it's just me but at least in mobile the links for the fic chapters in your pinned post are not working so just wanted tk let you know! (I was about to reread them because I really like your story <3)

Yeah they are currently broken. I am working on a chapter now for my new fic and once I am done with it I will fix all of them:3

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Because we love to rank people now this is my tier list! (In NO particular order)

I also want to add that the original tier list post actually referenced fics instead of the blogs themselves, I've added the actual blogs because I find it silly to rank people based on one story they post. The ones that didn't get tagged in the OG are the one's I've put in italics.

Please show support to these writers - a lot of them aren't taking the criticism to heart, which is good, but it's still wildly unfair for someone to rank anyone like the original poster has.

S Tier (AKA Everyone):

@gotham-daydreams - they write great fics - even though they aren't active anymore. CHECK THEM OUT!

@blughxreader - Also not active anymore, LOVE THEIR MAIN STORY, the yandere purge au had me kicking my feet. CHECK THEM OUT!

@ametrictonofaudacity​ - Gaps is a great series, multiple different fandoms which is awesome, does yandere letters and match-ups. CHECK THEM OUT!

@yandere-daydreams - Romantic and amazing. Currently writing JJK stuff, has amazing Batfam oneshots CHECK THEM OUT!

@sugary-strawberry-shortcake - Platonic and amazing, currently writing a fic where Reader is Poison Ivy's daughter. CHECK THEM OUT!

@yunyuu - SO MANY ROMANTIC MINI FICS I'M OBSESSED!! CHECK THEM OUT!

@neellscapsule​ - Writing skills are peak, endings are amazing. Girl With One Eye genuinely had me hooked. CHECK THEM OUT!

@candysparks​ - A very fun writer, super creative, currently writing a Yan! Neglectful! Batfam x Replaced! Reincarnated! Time-loop! Crazy! Reader, like hello?? Peak?? CHECK THEM OUT!

@visceralmeraki - Thirteen (the movie) inspired Reader fic that will be the death of me if it stops updating! They also have written a Vampire Reader based off of Claudia from Interview With A Vampire! CHECK THEM OUT!

@maliciouscottonball​ - Never knew I needed merman Dick, but here we are. Literally all oneshots/blurbs/fics written by this account have me rolling around rabidly. CHECK THEM OUT!

@maicenitas​ - Great portrayals of the characters in my amazing opinion, the story they're currently making is great! CHECK THEM OUT!

@acid-ixx - AMAZING! Again and Again is genuinely an amazing fic, alongside the other ones written this person is so cool. CHECK THEM OUT!

@ollyissleepy Writes a cool Werewolf Reader fic and a Bruce Wayne x Reader fic. One of the writers that write for males/use he/him pronouns and male anatomy!! CHECK THEM OUT!

@cinrot​ - Gwen Stacey Reader? Am I in heaven? CHECK THEM OUT!

@dehydratedoverlord - Eyes Without A Face and Suffocation are amazing reads. CHECK THEM OUT!

@zippysmusings - Hilarious. I seriously love the dry humor of Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?! and I'm vibrating in my seat thinking about reading Empty Nesters next chapter. CHECK THEM OUT!

@jade-zzz - I go back and re-read their Jealousy Headcanons for Dick, Jason and Tim constantly and I can't wait for pathetic tim drake stuck in a cabin if you get where this is going to be released... I'm frothing at the mouth. CHECK THEM OUT!

@yandereworlds​ - Art is amazing, if you can you should commission them! I follow them on TikTok too!! CHECK THEM OUT!

@luludeluluramblings - MY GOAT! I don't play about their fics, omg, like I've never cackled more at a fic than Oh My God Who Wrote This?! CHECK THEM OUT!

@cupids-cruel - Nightshifts is amazing, genuinely. Like if you enjoy a Reader who has no self preservation that is the fic for you. Burnt Out is also SUPER DUPER COOL!! I've read it a million times now! CHECK THEM OUT!

@echo-exco - Healer Reader is peak, don't know much about anime but the fics from them with an Anime Reader is so fun! + This person is so creative and fun! CHECK THEM OUT!

@sangunary - SO much to read! If you're looking for neglected, fluff, romantic, platonic and/or crack fics this person has a whole library of stuff in their masterlist and MORE as you scroll! CHECK THEM OUT!

@fallen-angel2470 - Writes mainly requests, so if you have a request they're your go to, trust!! CHECK THEM OUT!

@aneldritchclown​ - A Breath Of Fresh Air was such a fun read! REBLOGGING MASTER! CHECK THEM OUT!

@invincibledc - Super cool DC OC's, super creative! Catboy Reader x Tim? SIGN ME UP BRO!! CHECK THEM OUT!

@coralaura - Is currently writing a Peter Park Reader x Platonic Yandere Batfam fic and I'm obsessed!! CHECK THEM OUT!

@otakusimp1 - Is writing an Isekaid Villainess Reader x Yan Batfam fic. I CAN'T WAIT FOR THE NEW FIC TO DROP!! And the new chapter of Serial Killer Reader x Yan Batfam? I'm seated and ready like the greedy glutton I am. CHECK THEM OUT!

@niwaart - Yandere Batfam x Neglected/Divorced wife Reader, Male Doctor Reader, Different World Different Family, Lost Omega, Family Without Light, See What I Can Do, and so so so many more! Literally a library of variety! CHECK THEM OUT!

@eveningcherryblossoms - Beta Reader fic was amazing, Pink Robin is amazing, the oneshots are amazing, the attitude is 10/10, I love them and their fics so much! CHECK THEM OUT!

@lilasgenericlillies​ - Yandere Batfam x Isekai'd [neglected] reader is awesome, the fic blew my mind, seriously. I loved the way they wrote the Reader. Also writes for ftm readers if that's something you're interested in! CHECK THEM OUT!

@firbat - Little sister Reader was so cute! Writes tidbits about the Forever Pup Au created by @lunaris-literature ! Pretty new but is already starting off with a bang!! CHECK THEM OUT!

@eclipse-msoul - Genuinely amazing, I love their aesthetic, I love the way they write, it's awesome! I especially adore Belong To Me In Oblivion and I think the mafia concept in Misfortunate Lady is PEAK!! CHECK THEM OUT!

@its-me-levi - Their story The Forgotten One had me at the edge of my seat, kicking my feet and pulling at my hair. The way they write the characters is amazing. CHECK THEM OUT!

@mimiii-3 - Personally I don't usually read stories where the Reader has a child - but All Grown Up was just superb. They have a way of drawing you in with their writing! CHECK THEM OUT!

@i-cant-sing - A large variety of fics for you to choose from across numerous fandoms! The DC Universe part of the masterlist has numerous fun oneshot fics which I adored reading through! CHECK THEM OUT!

@bluetooththereptile - Cool Batfam drabbles sourcing from animes, games, etc! Very creative! CHECK THEM OUT!

@aplpple - SO MANY FICS ALREADY!! You're bound to find your cup of tea in this blog! They post headcanons, drabbles/oneshots, and fics!! CHECK THEM OUT!

[cinrot]

Check out some of the writers on this list

[cinrot]

Someone made a post rating fics and I am not online enough to care.

I personally don't care about anyone's opinions on my fics I write what I like and if you don't like that, okay 🤷‍♀️

I don't mind actual criticism like if you are correcting me on punctuation or something else I will take it into account but posting a list "rating" fics based on your personal preference and calling some ppl "bad writers" or just not giving any actual criticism is kinda weird especially when like i said you compile it into a whole "tierlist".

I do not care about some 13 year old's opinion about my writing. I appericate all the kind messages but I ask any you guys send to me be redirected to the ppl who are more affected by these comments than I am.

Love you guys ❤️

Ps I have nothing written i need to write some more ;-;

[cinrot]

Hey there! I had a bit of free time and I did a doodle of the mc from your spider Gwen series.

I tried my hardest to give them an undercut with a spider web design like Gwen had in the Spiderverse concept art. Also tried to give them ballet flats that are a little hidden by their pants.

Hope you're doing well!

Oh thank you!

*devours your art*

Genuinely thank you so much!! I love it so much!!

[cinrot]

I'm imagining that reader and the other reader switched places and now the other reader is actually getting some love and attention even if it's pretty awkward concidering in this universe they got shot by dad and Peter is dead

I'm going to be honest that's would be what was happening if I wrote happy endings. I don't write happy endings

[cinrot]

Question is there schedule for you posting also why did chapter nine of FW get deleted

Hello! So currently no there is not cause my life is a mess lol

Also it was not deleted the links are just deciding to not work. I will fix them hopefully soon

[cinrot]

Hiii, idk if you're planning to make Gwen Stacy!reader reader be able to sing, but I just came across this vid on tiktok and thought of your series 👐🏽

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8XhusDb/

-🎵 anon (if it's not taken)

I have no anons so you're free to take whatever emoji you'd like!

I do love that video and it does remind me a lot of the Gwen I am writing. I have no idea if I want her to sing rn but we'll see what i'm feeling in the future!

[cinrot]

I will probably rewrite chapter 10 at some point cause I honestly hate the ending

[cinrot]

Fate's Webs (Chapter 10)

PLANTOIC YANDERE BATFAM X NEGLECTED GWEN STACY!READER

2.7k words WARNINGS - Violence, guns, and normal yandere stuff author's note - next teaser will be released soon and i am working on chapter 1 of my new series :3 also ik i said friday or thursday but shhhhh

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Odd.

Your fingers ran across the screen, texting Jason back.

'What?'

It took only a few moments for the message to be read and a typing bubble to pop up as Jason responded on the other side.

'I'm picking you up tonight.'

Another typing bubble popped up.

'Around 8.'

'Be ready.'

Your eyebrows furrowed. This was the first one-on-one contact you had with the second of the Wayne family. He was never around the manor, and scrolling up through old you's phone, this was apparently the first time he had ever texted them.

Like you had thought.

Strange.

'I'm busy tonight.'

It was a lie, but you really weren't in the mood for being forced into more misguided "family bonding." Another text from Jason popped up soon after.

'Too bad.'

'See you at 8.'

This family really didn't know what "no" meant or how to take a fucking hint, it seemed. You sighed, placing your phone on the nightstand. It seemed like you didn't have a choice. But it was only 3. Meaning everyone would likely be home soon. You pushed yourself up off the soft mattress, your feet hitting softly against the carpeted floor as you shuffled around the room.

As far as you were aware, this wasn't your body. Everything about it pointed in that direction. But you still had your powers. You made your way across the room, pulling the drawers open and looking through all the clothes.

You closed the last draw with no success. Moving towards the closet, you peeled it open, flipping through all the articles of clothing. Once again stumbling upon nothing. The closest doors closed, a defeated feeling washing over you. Maybe she had just recently been bitten before the swap. Maybe she hadn't even had the chance to make her own suit yet. You moved across the room, grabbing the phone and turning it on. You typed 'spiderwoman' into the search bar, and your screen lit up with a few news articles. Most seemed to be just local sources, so maybe she hadn't quite gotten to the skill you were at yet.

But still this helped. A lot.

It meant she had a suit somewhere. You just had to find it.

You two were similar. The exact same person just in two different worlds, in fact. You should have some clue on where she hid it.

You pulled out a few of her diaries pressing against the wooden backs of the bookcases.

Nothing came loose.

You yanked open the closest doors, shoving the clothes aside and examining the walls inside.

Everything looks in place.

You laid down flat on your stomach, looking underneath the bed.

In the far back corner something caught your eye; you jumped up, shoving the bed over just enough so your arm could reach down in the corner.

A vent sat innocently, seemingly untampered with. Your hands reached down, pulling the top of it off and placing it aside.

Bingo.

Inside was a cardboard box just big enough to slip inside and be pulled back out. Your fingers nudged inside, barely getting a grip on the box and pulling it out. The box was plopped on your bed, and you eagerly tore it open. Inside, just like you had hoped, sat a Spider-Woman suit.

You could kiss the other you right now.

You sat there for a moment rubbing the fabric between your fingers for a moment, thinking. You stood quickly, stripping and putting on the loose suit over your body. A quick press of your palm on your chest tightens the suit to your body.

Pulling the mask over your head, you glanced over at your phone, beginning to reach for it.

But as your hand wrapped around it, the memory from a few nights before flashed through your mind. "We pinged your phone." You dropped it instantly. The way Dick had revealed that so casually still sent shivers down your spine. If you didn't want to be found, it'd be best to leave it behind. You stepped away from the phone, moving towards one of the windows.

Jason will be here around 8 if he's actually serious. Meaning you'd have, hopefully, three hours. Your gloved hands pulled open the window as you peered outside. Glancing around the yard, you didn't spot any of the Wayne family members around.

Thwip

Your web shoots through the air, clinging to the fence that encased the Wayne Manor.

Your body whipped out the opened window, launching you into the dark sky. You swung, letting the air rush past you; your arm tickled as goosebumps ran up and down your arms. Oh, how you had missed being her. How you missed being Spider-Woman.

Your body swung between the tall buildings of Gotham and in-between the streets filled with honking cars.

Your body landed silently on the roof of a building as you scanned the streets below. If you had three hours to be Spiderwoman today, you might as well take it. Your eyes shrank as your gaze scanned the streets below. In a city as big as this? There had to be someone in trouble.

You jumped to the next building, your eyes still watching the streets, searching for anyone in need of help. A few minutes passed as you jumped building to building until you stopped at an alley. You peered down into it, spotting some bodies moving. Hushed whispers reached your ears as you watched from above. A hole in the wall of the alley caught your attention. Each person moved quickly, large bags in their hands, tossing them into an awaiting truck. You stepped over to the front of the building, peering at the building the people were moving the bags from.

Ah, a bank.

So that's what they were doing.

Underneath your mask you grinned, and you jumped down, landing silently on the top of the truck. You watched the men continue to scurry, unaware of your presence.

Whip

The noise of your web spliced through the air as you yanked one of the bags away from the man, it landing with a loud thump beside you.

All the men looked up at you in shock. "Guessing these aren't yours." Before the man could even reply, another twhip rang through the air as your web grabbed the guy and yanked him towards you. You turned quickly, pulling the man over your head and slamming him into the top of the truck. The man let out a loud groan as his ribs cracked against the metal top of the truck. "Oops."

A shiver ran up your spine, and goosebumps dotted your arms as your spidey sense forced you into action. You backflipped off the side of the truck as a shot rang through the alley.

"Who brings a gun to a web fight?" You called out as you shot another web up to the side of the building, yanking you off the ground.

You used your leverage to swing yourself towards the man with the gun as he panicked and fired into the air, missing you each time. Your feet made contact with his chest, sending him flying back and hitting the brick wall behind him. The gun clattered to the cement ground beside him as you landed in front of the three people from the group left standing.

"Alright." You paused, looking between the three. "Who's next?" One of the three struggled with his holster, trying desperately to unbuckle the pistol attached to his hip.

You lifted your wrist, shooting your web towards his face, catching him by surprise. The web covered the entirety of his face; his hands instinctively shot up, grabbing ahold of the weird substance covering his face, unknowingly also getting his hands stuck to the web. He stumbled back, muffled screams heard beneath the webs as he tumbled onto his backside.

You looked at the other two, shooting your webs towards both of their heads. The web latched on, and you jerked your arms, hitting their heads against each other hard enough for them to instantly drop.

You lazily shot a few more webs at the man struggling with the webs on his face, pinning him to the ground.

"Guess crime doesn't pay." You muttered, spinning on your feet and turning around. You glanced up at the man on top of the truck again, clicking your tongue.

Surely there was a payphone around that you could…

You paused. A shiver running up your spine and goosebumps filling your arms.

You moved, but it was too late.

A loud bang echoed through the dark alleyway.

A pain blossomed on your side, and all the wind in your body was knocked out.

A noise you didn't recognize left your mouth. You peered down at your side, spotting the exit wound. Blood stained your white suit; you whipped around, staring into the alleyway. The man you had thrown against the wall still sat up, his gun pointed at you. He suddenly fired again, hitting you in the shoulder.

Another bite of pain blossoming across your body.

Another shot hit your leg, and you dove under the truck. Shots rang out through the alley, making your head spin and your ears ring. Your army crawled across the ground, hissing in pain, and the entry wounds on your leg and shoulder peeled against the pavement. You made your way out on the other side, shooting another web up towards the top of the building.

Your body yanked up as the web grew taut. You let out a short scream as you landed on the roof and sucked in a breath as you crawled your way towards the middle of the roof.

You finally gave up rolling yourself over and gasping for breath.

You yanked your mask off, staring at the sky, the stars twinkling above you.

This must've been your destiny.

In every universe Gwen Stacy would become Spider-Woman, and it wouldn't end well.

Or maybe it just was never meant to end well for your version. For you.

Black spots dotted your vision as gunshots continued to fire in the background. You never really thought you'd die a second time, but here you were. You sucked in another breath, the pain in your lung forcing you to quit before you were fully satisfied.

It felt like you were drowning.

Who knew this second time would be more painful than the first?

Your head lolled to the stand. Gasps for breath escape your lips. Your vision grew darker and darker. Your eyes are struggling to stay open.

A figure landed on top of the building a couple dozen feet away from you. They moved quickly, racing over to you and dropping to their knees at your side.

And for the second time in your life, your world went black, and consciousness slipped from your grasp.

Dying the first time was painful, unknown, and scary. The second time was just like it, just a lot more fucking painful. You were bitter, honestly. The guy should've been knocked clean out, but he wasn't, and now you're some dumb hero who got shot up in an alleyway. Were you even considered a hero in this universe?

You didn't know.

You missed your dad.

It was cold and lonely dying, and you just needed him now.

…..

….

…

…

.

Beeeeeeeep

A pumping and beeping noise filled your ears.

You felt groggy, your eyes peeling open slowly. A bright light fills your vision. You shut your eyes instinctively, holding your hand above your face, trying to block some of the light. Your jaw ached, and something was shoved down your throat. You touched your face, feeling it. A breathing tube of some kind.

You gripped your hand around the plastic tube and yanked as hard as you could, tearing it from your throat. Violent coughs shook your body, the force of the breathing tube leaving your throat shocked.

You sat up, the violent coughs still shaking through your body.

The door slammed open, making you jump out of your skin.

A woman in light-colored scrubs stared at you, clipboard in hand. "You're awake!" She practically ran over to you grinning. "Oh, your tube." You glanced down at your hand; the wet tube was still clutched around your fingers. You dropped it quickly, a feeling of disgust washing over you, wiping your hand on your shirt.

"How are you feeling?"

She asked, pulling a stethoscope from around her neck and placing the plugs in her ears. She pressed it against your chest, listening.

"I'm okay." The voice that left your mouth was raspy and dry. "Who are you? Where…" You glanced around. The room was big. The walls weren't those of a hospital but rather those of the manor.

The room around you looked similar to the other room, with the same decorations lining the walls and the same books filling the shelves.

But it was obvious this room wasn't the one you left however long ago. She pulled the stethoscope from your chest. "I'm the nurse Mr. Wayne hired after your assassination attempt!" She chirped so cheerfully. "Wh-…" A cough rang through your body. "Oh, you don't know. I'm sure your dad wouldn't want me explaining it to you. That seems more like a family discussion. But you don't need to worry." She ran her hand through your hair. "You're safe now." She smiled softly.

"Assassination?" you muttered, a bit shocked, blinking. "I'll go get your dad to explain it. He had to go take a work call, but I'm sure he won't…" She stood, but you grabbed her hand before she could leave. "Don't," you demanded, holding her hand tight.

"Stay."

"Please."

She didn't say anything, just stared down at you with a look you couldn't quite discern. But still she didn't walk away or attempt to move away from you.

"I really think your dad would want to talk to you about this, sweetie."

You shook your head. "Just please tell me what happened." You pleaded, staring up at her.

She bit her lip, clearly debating. You stared up at her, your hand tightening on her wrist. "We should wait for your father." She tore her wrist from your lousy, weak grip, walking away from you. "I'll be back soon."

She shut the door behind her, leaving you alone once again. You sat there staring at the ceiling for God knows how long. You sniffled and wiped your forearm across your face, wiping away whatever tears seemed to pour from your eyes. But just as your sleeve soaked them up, more appeared. Sniffles and quiet hiccups filled the room as you wallowed in your own company.

Your own lonesome company.

The bed dipped beside you, a figure curling up around your body. You glanced over your shoulder and saw a girl with black eyes staring you down. Cass, your brain supplied without much digging. God, there were so many of these fucking kids. "What? You snapped, almost reactively shoving her away from you.

But before your hands met her and could shove her off the bed, her hands grabbed you and yanked you into a hug.

You curled into her body almost instinctively. The warmth of her body, the loneliness of the room, and the aching in your heart for any form of physical touch have you leaning into her touch without any protest.

You were still far too confused and weak to protest honestly.

"Cass," you muttered. She pulled your face up from her chest, her fingers holding your chin and forcing you to look her in the eye.

"I don't belong here."

It was the first time you had ever actually attempted it. That you weren't meant to be here. But you could tell by the way she shook her head and her fingers dragged along your jaw. Her pale hand combed through your hair before she pulled you back into her body, forcing you back into a cuddling position.

"I really don't." You muttered into her skin, more tears streaming from your eyes and dripping onto her skin.

She shook her head again.

She really didn't understand.

None of them did. You didn't even understand yourself.

And you weren't sure if you truly wanted to.

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Ok folks would you prefer chapter 10 of fate's webs to end on a cliff hanger or for me to combine both chapter 10 and 11 to create a super long chapter? (3k+ words)

Cliff hanger

Super duper long chapter with a little bit of weird pacing

Voting ended onFeb 25

This will also obviously cause chapter 10's posting to be delayed from tonight or tomorrow to possibly thursday or friday

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Wayne Manor's Mouse (Teaser)

411 words WARNINGS - Drugging, yandere behavior, mentions of violence, kidnapping, and mental health Little teaser for one of my next series' (yes one there's multiple :)) but with the overwhelming support for a romantic yandere Bruce story I decided to release this teaser and series first

It was hard to pinpoint where exactly it began.

You wanted to blame the night you had met him, but you weren't even sure if you could say that's when it all began. It probably began long before that. On the first night you ever put on that stupid suit. With those sharp claws and yellow goggles. The same suit you'd dance around roofs in, breaking into museums, homes, banks, and whatever else caught your eye.

He always needed to be the hero.

Maybe that's what he thought he was being now. While pumping some drugs into your veins and trimming your claws. Keeping you nice and docile as his wife and the mother his children so desperately craved. You were so drugged up you couldn't even think about the flips and dives you used to do without feeling nauseous.

Everyone outside the manor thought you were sick.

Thought you were fucking nuts.

"Schizophrenic" is what you think the papers said. The ones that he had paid a pretty penny for. It's surprisingly easy to get someone diagnosed with something they don't have when you have enough money.

That's one of the things you've learned while in the manor.

One of the handfuls of information you could retain, still, with how drugged up he kept you. A lot of your memories seem to escape your mind very easily.

You remembered bits and pieces every day but never enough to actually remember.

Never enough to actually feel like your own person and not his fucking doll.

His sick fucking doll.

You felt like it now more than ever. You could barely do anything without the help of Alfred, one of the kids, or him.

You used to be able to do more; you knew that. Those memories haven't quite been stolen away from you yet. There was a time he gave you things to do during the day. You were allowed out into the garden, allowed to cook, allowed to read, and allowed to fucking knit. But that all got taken away the evening you were alone with Jason? You believed it was Jason. He had turned his back on you for just a moment. Just long enough for your knitting needle to end up in his shoulder.

Your doses were upped after that, you think.

He never told you that, but after that night you were tired even more than usual. And the children never turned their backs on you anymore.

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teaser for next series will be out tomorrow and chapter 10 is like a 1/5th of the way done

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Heyyy just checking are u okay???

Yeah I'm alive a little. Mostly just been super busy with school, work, and all that jazz.

[probablyasocialecologist]