Yes, my requests are open but I might not accept all of them (I keep them in my inbox and then I respond if I'm sure I'm not going to have the inspiration to write them).
i think your blog is the funniest thing i have come across in years. cap hatfield is my great great grandfather. imagine being pregnant with caps child when he gets shot. oh my god. is that how my grandfather was born. wow. family history i didnt know. have fun i guess.
Send me a prompt/trope and character of your choice (smut or not) from my list or (in priority) the following fandoms and I'll write a small drabble, or a longer fic.
- ikemen sengoku
- ikemen prince
- jujutsu kaisen
- demon slayer
all requests via inbox please, otherwise i will most likely loose them.
Hello, I just wanted to say, that I love your posts for Ikemen Sengoku. Your writing is great! Are you open for requests? If it‘s like that would you like to write something for Nobunaga Oda, preferably a NSFW Alphabet? 😬 Thank you very much for your excellent writing!
A/N: Sorry this is sooooo late, I plan on doing alot more Ikemen Sengoku smut, so feel free to request any when they are open! Anyway, hope you like it :).
Warning: smutty smut smut, also tried to make it as gender neutral as possible :D
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
He's quite soft in his actions, caressing your skin soothingly, kissing your forehead and cuddling you close.
But don't be fooled. He is a cocky asshole with his words. He is still boasting about how hot your face was when he made you cum, constantly teasing you and whispering his dirty afterthoughts and sweet nothings alternatively.
B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes his forearms and hands. Love it when you cling onto them for dear life as a powerful orgasm washes over you as he knows all your sensitive spots within you with his heavenly fingers.
Nobunaga loves your neck, loves kissing it, biting it, sucking it, caressing it. He loves being able to kiss and bit it 'innocently' when no one is looking so he can get back to it behind closed doors. He loves cuddling against your neck as well. It's so comforting.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)
He's very much into cumming inside of your cunt. It's his favourite place since it's so discreet (not for him obviously) and it's also clean. The thought of breeding you has crossed his mind and it really does something for him but you don't need to know the extent of that.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Humoured the idea of fucking you in the main hall when any one of his vassals or warlords could come in. Then it became something he really wanted to try out. He adores the idea of watching you getting caught and embarrassed as he shows off how much control he can exert over you and make the others jealous about how much of a good partner you are for him.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Not a surprise he's very experienced. Within minutes he already knew what brought your body to the edge. Though he had never had a romantic relationship before, so slow, sensual and loving was something he had to learn with you.
F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)
He likes it when you ride him or sitting in his lap. Nobunaga adores deceiving you when you think you can take control and then just holding you down so he can thrust up into you, sitting on him with little power as he makes you come undone.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
He is not humourous when you guys are having sex. He wants to stay focused to bring as much pleasure to the two of you as possible. Though he will tease you and whisper sweet nothings (or his dirty thoughts) relentlessly.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Always very well groomed, no surprise there, a warlord must always be prepared.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
It depends on his mood. Usually, he would much prefer keeping you to himself and be intimate and romantic.
When he's feeling daring and adventurous, he will happily do it semi-publicly. As long as no one can see your flushed and pleading face as he fucks you into the next week. If the others can hear you or at least know what is happening, he will thoroughly enjoy it.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
He does not masturbate, much preferring having your hand or lips around him.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Nobunaga is very kinky once he learns a few things that are done in the future. Bondage and especially role play. He loves seeing the type of outfits that are popular in the future and how arousing you look in them. For his eyes only.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
His favourites are in his room so he could do it before and after work, and the hot springs as a vacation outing.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
He can be very patient if you're literally just breathing, it would be unfair for you if he exhausted you constantly when he's turned on by very minute things you do that you have no control over.
If you're willing to communicate to him that you're okay with it, he'll be shameless about it.
If you go out of your way to turn him on, albeit tease him verbally or physically, it's a more tricky situation ...for you,
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that might hurt you in any way, such as very kinky things that involve knives or sharp things or even certain degrees of spanking.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
Both, but he prefers receiving when he's stressed or tired. Otherwise, he'd much rather giving you oral.
P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Nobunaga is rough but at different degrees. If he's feeling particularly romantic, he'll have a slow pace but rough thrusts. If he's needy, he'll have a fast pace and rougher thrusts.
The lowest degree of roughness would be for lazy or morning sex -- which is still relatively rough.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
He doesn't mind quickies much, there are very useful before a mission or on a mission, but he usually wants to savour you and have a lot more time to indulge. Most likely going in for more than a couple of rounds. He wants to enjoy it to the fullest.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
It doesn't take much on your part for him to take risks. If you broach a concept to him and/or tease him enough, he will happily experiment with you.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
He can go for more or less four or five rounds, depending on how much you worked him up during the day.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
No, he is very much capable of bringing you overwhelming amounts of pleasure, nor does he need anyone or anything to replace you from satisfying him.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Nobunaga can be really unfair. He can go days on teasing you and edging you until you are begging him to relieve you.
Though he has little patience when you manage to tease him as well. He's more unfair than you are but also losing his rag quicker than you do.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
He can be if he wants to but only to tease you. He usually groans and grunts, with the occasional low moaning. But he can be very praising, which would contribute towards how loud he can be.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
He loves it when you sit on his face -- usually per his request. Watching you as you shake and hold onto him from an upcoming orgasm only because of his face
Would be it the tugging at his hair? Your thighs so neatly folded on the sides of his face? Or perhaps the lack of air as he's restricted to inhaling your scent and eating you out? He could not pinpoint what makes him so fond of it, but it's always at the back of his mind.
Also riding his thigh, so convenient for him and still very fulfilling.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He's a little longer than average and a little thicker than average as well.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Very high. If it was up to him -- i.e. no duties, interruption, and if you could keep up with him. He would have you all day and night.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Whilst he can get physically exhausted, Nobunaga will never fall asleep before you do. He needs to make sure you are safe, happy and comfortable.
Falling asleep is the perfect indicator of that. Since you don't always want to tell him if something is wrong for the sake of his comfort, reading your body language over your words can give him the reassurance he needs to be satisfied.
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Your boyfriend prepared a nice evening for you to startoff the weekend after a very exhausting and demanding week in the hospital.
Requested by (I think this was) anon: “Can I reaquest something with Donald Pierce where the reader is a doctor during quarantine and she works so hard and he is so supportive of her by paying regular visits to her in hospital or preparing dinner for them when she gets back home? Just need some Donald Pierce fluff during this time. Have a good day/night”
and, as it was laying around in my inbox:
A/N: Hope you like it!
“Babyyy, you need to stay away from me,” (Y/N) ran a hand through her hair and pushing him away.
“I can’t get infected,” he expressed, kissing her cheek as he hugged her tighter.
“Why are you like this?” she chuckled, pecking his lips.
“Perfect?” he smirked.
“... get off.” The woman pushed him off.
“I’m joking,” Donald laughed, watching her pull the blanket away with her.
“Ugh, it’s already 11pm, I’m so exhausted with everything.” she sighed.
“My lady, let me escort you to bed,” he scooped her in his arms and walked towards the bedroom.
“What did I do to deserve you?” she murmured as they both slipped into bed.
“The bare minimum,” he whispered, keeping her close.
****
“Is that better?” (Y/N) inquired, maintaining eye contact with the patient, remote in hand.
“Yes, thank you so much, miss.” the woman got comfy as the bed was better adjusted for her.
“Make sure to let anyone know if you experience any more discomfort alright?” offering a reassuring smile, she walked away once she was happy with the patient’s answer.
“How is she?”
“Stable, she should be alright.” she nodded before heading outside for her break. Walking towards the exit, she pulled her latex gloves off, dropping it in the bin, washing her hands and taking some hand sanitizer.
As soon as she was out, a tired sigh escaped her. Too many new cases, some are getting worse quickly and others are recovering slowly. They were severely understaffed, low on equipment and a too-low-a budget for the necessary protection for doctors and nurses. It was tiring, overwhelming, but she had so much support, both in the workplace and at home that created a sort of determination that stopped her from collapsing from exhaustion entirely.
Taking a deep breath, her eyes fluttered closed. It wasn’t particularly hot in the hospital, but it definitely felt cooler out here, the small breeze
“Baby!”
Eyes shot open, did she hear her name or was it the hectic morning that had already taken a toll on her.
When she saw a familiar figure approaching her, an eyebrow shot up.
"What are you doing here babe?" the woman inquired as she eyed the paper bag he was carrying.
"Had to travel across the city so I thought I'd buy you lunch so you didn't have to do more hasslin'."
"Aw babe," she cooed, hugging him with one hand as the other grasped the bag, "thank you." (Y/N) murmured, inspecting its contents.
"Of course darling," he whispered, kissing her cheek and keeping her in his embrace.
"Do you know what time you'll be finished tonight?" Donald's eyes were soft, hoping she could get a little more rest and return home at a reasonable hour.
"I don't know, I'm sorry."
"Don't be, just text me 45 minutes before you get home 'right?" he pecked her temple.
"Okay." she nodded, watching him let go.
"I need to go, stay safe sweetheart!" the last thing he let go was her hand as he scurried to the black SUV that was parked around the corner.
"You too babe!"
****
The woman was happy to be let off early for the weekend given the current situation, but also felt bad for some colleagues whose shift was starting tonight or early tomorrow morning until late in the evening, up until midweek.
Checking the time, she was proud of herself for texting her boyfriend, yet again a very on-point estimation of her time of arrival. Similar to the last five days as he asked her to do.
He made sure he was home before she was with some warm food he picked up on the way all presented nicely for when she was back so they could eat together.
"Baby I'm back." she announced after locking the front door and pushing her feet out of her shoes, slipping them in her slippers.
It felt good to relax at home.
"Babe?" she called out when she didn't hear him. There was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen, however.
"In here sweetheart." Pierce finally answered.
Walking towards the kitchen, her mouth practically watering as the smell became more intense.
“No you didn’t.” (Y/N) whined, connecting the dots.
“Yes I did baby.” He glanced at the time and turned to her, “take your clothes off and get in the bathroom.”
“There’s more?” her head cocked to the side in disbelief.
“Always, now go.” leaning over the oven to peer into it, watching how cooked the meal he was making was, “I’ll be there in a second.” Donald ushered.
Obligingly, the woman walked to the bedroom, slipping her clothes off and wrapping her towel around her before pacing towards the bathroom.
“Surprise love.” he smirked, opening the door for her. In the cheesiest way he could possibly achieve, candles created a romantic setting as the rose petals littering the clean floor and warm water-bomb-filled bath.
“How long did all this take?” she sighed in admiration.
“Not long, just had to set it all out, I bought everything over the last few days.”
“This is too perfect.” she pouted.
“Not yet.” he pecked her lips, taking his and her towel and placing it on the hook, slipping into the bath and gesturing for her to come in as well.
He hugged her tightly when she did, resting his head on her shoulder.
“Is the water too hot?” he whispered.
“No, it's a great baby.” she chuckled, scooting comfortably against him.
“Just a heads up, we’ll only be able to stay for twenty minutes, I overshot and I don’t want the food to burn in the oven.”
“That's really okay, I'm already so grateful for everything you've done for me. What can I do to make up for it?"
"Baby, you've done more than enough." he scoffed.
"But it's my job!" the woman looked back at him.
He cleared his throat, noting the determined look (Y/N) gave him, and sighed. She wasn't going to budge on this.
"Fine, give me a kiss and we'll be even."
Reluctantly, she complied, "alright." reaching up and kissing him deeply.
He smiled in the kiss, rubbing circles in her hips before she pulled away.
"I love you." she murmured.
"I love you too." Donald smiled.
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Tony Stark x Terminator!Reader - “Metal All(o)y” [Part 2]
When Tony starts seeing the same person everywhere he goes, he gets a little anxious about their motives, what happens when that same person steps in when an ‘accident’ happens?
Requested by @clapoftheass "hello, i hope i’m not bothering you by sending a direct message — this was for your “chaotic prompt” thing. 💕 im not sure if you’re familiar with the terminator movies, but if so i was wondering if i could request a gender-neutral terminator reader insert in which the reader is sent from the future to protect tony stark from other not-so-friendly terminators. basically, in the future, war between man and machine had begun and tony found a way to stop it. and the reason why the reader is the only kind one is because ( future ) tony reprogrammed her. and the reader and tony build a sort of friendship. anyways, hope this makes sense! thank you.”
A/N: Hope you like it! Gender neutral fic.
Warning: violence.
“Do I really have to be here?” Tony kicked the ground.
“Stop whining, I don’t want to be around you either.” (Y/N) voiced, scanning around the deserted area.
“You know that’s not true.” he peeked around, taking a sip of his cold drink now, given that they were in a whole other area of the US, near a deserted glassblower factory. Fortunately, everything was still in place and they easily started heating the oven. Now it was brewing secretly, waiting for something to be added to it.
“I see it.” (Y/N) spoke, seeing it on a motorcycle in the distance as it left a trail of floating sand behind the vehicle, “get into position.”
Tony breathed out, walking into it as the terminator crept behind the walls staying at his level. If Tony could align it to the oven, (Y/N) could break through the weak wall, pushing it straight into the oven after the millionaire shoots the chain that keeps the oven door sealed shut.
(Y/N) watched as it entered the building, looking around with the usual straight face a terminator like this conventionally had for some reason.
It didn’t seem to care about being discreet. A fault that had never been revised since they started sending terminators back in time -- unless it was sent by a human.
“Come over here so I can kill you.” it spoke.
“What a nice way to phrase that.” Tony expressed sarcastically, backing up to get it to maintain it’s distance with him as they approached the front of the oven.
(Y/N) took calculated steps forward, morphing one arm into a spear and hiding behind a table that was facing the oven perfectly, a few meters away.
Only two meters for the terminator to do and then it was her turn to work.
It stopped before it got to the oven, suspiciously eyeing around, suddenly remembering the other terminator that had stopped it from completing its mission in the first place.
Gritting their teeth, the other hand shifted into a sledgehammer.
Sensing the terminator’s location, it walked towards the table, unable to get close enough when (Y/N) jumped out, bashing the sledgehammer into its neck, kicking it in the chest, making it stumble backwards.
“Now!” it was his queue, with his hand armour, he shot the chain and rushed to his safe spot. The heavy door fell open, nearly breaking it’s hinges under the weight as the chains made a clunking sound as they hit the floor.
Pinning it down against the oven door, they both felt the intense heat emanating from the active oven but it only grew (Y/N)’s determination. With the spear they had, they stabbed it through it’s throat, watching it as it grasped it to try and pull it out of itself.
Pushing it more into it, the terminator didn’t calculate that it would push it right back into their chest, making them stumble back and let it grasp their black T-shirt, slamming (Y/N) right at the roaring mouth of the stove.
With a hand around it’s throat, they attempted to keep it away enough to stop it from pushing them right into the fire.
“Duck!” Tony spoke. Obliging, (Y/N) followed his command, hearing as he shot into its head, disorientating it, “In your own time!”
With one last effort, the terminator threw it straight in the oven, watching it struggle as it attempted to escape.
(Y/N) watched it slowly grow lifeless as the last pieces of skin burned off, slowly melting and mixing with the metal until it wasn’t regnisable. The last thing to go was the red light in its eyes.
Stark closed the oven, slowly dragging them away.
“Are you okay?” he inquired.
“Yes, it’s done.”
****
“Sorry again, I’ll see you in a bit.” he hung up, placing the phone in his jacket pocket.
“Happy now?” (Y/N) asked.
“Very much.” he took a bite out of his sandwich “You have to stick around for a while, don’t you?” his voice was slightly muffled from the mouthful he just took.
“Don’t get too comfortable, it feels like I might do what you people do, which is throwing up.” they shot him a grim look.
“I want you to be my bodyguard.” he expressed, “It’s your job right? To protect me? Plus I can show off how cool my protector is to the over Avengers.”
“I’ll pass, thank you.” (Y/N) shook her head, “I have no interest in being ‘shown off’.”
Tony frowned.
“How do you-”
“Morgan taught me.” His mouth fell agape.
“Wow, I-”
“Yes, she’s much better than you, anyways, for the purpose of keeping you safe, I cannot display myself publicly, as in, in front of an audience. I thought that would be obvious.” the witty remark didn’t go unheard.
“Well just shift into another person, you can do that, can’t you? So it seems like different people every time, I thought that would be obvious?” he mimicked (Y/N)’s tone of voice.
There was a moment of silence before the person in question spoke.
“You’re lucky it’s in my program not to display any forms of violence towards you.”
“I’m guessing verbal violence wasn’t included in the program.”
“...Eat your sandwich.”
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Tony Stark x Terminator!Reader - “Metal All(o)y” [Part 1]
When Tony starts seeing the same person everywhere he goes, he gets a little anxious about their motives, what happens when that same person steps in when an ‘accident’ happens?
Requested by @clapoftheass "hello, i hope i’m not bothering you by sending a direct message — this was for your “chaotic prompt” thing. 💕 im not sure if you’re familiar with the terminator movies, but if so i was wondering if i could request a gender-neutral terminator reader insert in which the reader is sent from the future to protect tony stark from other not-so-friendly terminators. basically, in the future, war between man and machine had begun and tony found a way to stop it. and the reason why the reader is the only kind one is because ( future ) tony reprogrammed her. and the reader and tony build a sort of friendship. anyways, hope this makes sense! thank you.”
A/N: Hope you like it! Gender neutral fic.
Warning: subtly(?) stalking
“Here they are, as requested.” A woman entered, placing the folder on his desk.
“Thank you,” he nodded, only opening it when the door shut behind her. His fingers glided over the surface of the only three pictures of the figure that he had seen one too many times.
The first one was a side profile, kind of blurry in the very populated area that is the train station. The following one was the stranger looking down to the ground, a few meters away from him as he exited a car for a charity event. The last one was a little chilling, the person was looking straight into the camera as the image grew very pixelated among a very clear view of red irises.
All were collected CCTV footage, all had the same outfit, black cap, black cardigan, t-shirt and trousers.
Pressing on the phone, calling Pepper immediately -- who knew of the situation -- picked up quickly.
“Did the picture match anyone?”
“No one, we have no idea who it is.” The dirty blond answered.
“Alright,” Tony ended the call and sighed.
Who is this?
****
“You okay?” Happy questioned as he glanced in the rearview mirror.
“I’m fine.” he pulled the knot of his tie and brushed the creases off his suit. Head to attend a public speech for the press but he couldn’t lie saying he was confident.
Where was this stranger from? Why were they spying on him? Are the other Avengers spied on?
Halfway through his speech, he felt a little calmer, not having spotted the not-too-familiar face anywhere.
Fortunately for him, it was only at the end of his speech that he saw the slanted-down cap he’s seen too many times at the back of the room.
Needless to say that the questions after the speech were somewhat difficult.
****
Under his light grey cap, sunglasses and casual clothes, he went to get a coffee. Maybe he wouldn’t be detected if he isn’t under the public eye.
So far so good. He marched into the coffee shop. Then it hit him. Maybe this person was an artificial mutant who had little control over their power just like Pietro and Wanda and seeking help? If they didn’t show up today, this hypothesis might just be a step in the right direction as they have to helplessly rely on the media to seek him out.
After buying his coffee, Tony stepped out of the shop and walked through a smaller road with fewer people.
Suddenly, someone slammed him into the wall, making his drink spill all over the floor. He held his shoulder painfully.
A tall person he’s never seen before stood tall about him, slowly pulling a gun out of his jacket. His eyes widened.
It all happened in the matter of seconds, but the recognisable cap came into view, punching the man’s jaw, grasping his arm and slicing it in half after morphing their arm into a blade.
Pulling the cut off limb and slamming it into his face, they grasped his arm, pulling him up and dragging him away.
“Follow me, get in the car.” they ordered, unlocking a black car that was in a covered car park.
“Who are you?” Tony scanned the person suspiciously.
“Just get in the car.” He didn’t budge. Rolling their eyes, they sighed, “If I wanted you dead I would have left that other guy finish you off, wouldn’t I?”
Reluctantly, he obliged, slipping into the passenger seat and waiting for the person to start the car.
****
“And if I don’t create it, everyone dies.” He concluded.
“Yes,” (Y/N) confirmed, keeping an eye on the cars behind them from the rear-view mirror.
“How did you come back from-”
“I can’t tell you.”
“And where are you taking me now?” The millionaire inquired, “Because a few people will wonder where I am.”
“It’s not the time we have to get rid of this last one, I’ve made sure to terminate the ones I could find before they got to you but until this one is off our tail, you can’t contact anyone until then.” (Y/N) explained.
“How are we going to terminate it, then?” he raised an eyebrow at the Terminator.
“I know just the place. Do you have your gear? I won’t be able to end it on my own since we’re made of the same material.”
“Of course I do, I’m always prepared.” Tony smirked.
“You’re insufferable.” the robot’s eyes rolled it’s eyes before exiting out of the departmental road, onto a smaller road.
“You have alot of temperament for someone who isn’t really alive.” he sassed.
“I wonder where I got that sprinkle of attitude from.” (Y/N) raised a challenging eyebrow at him.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” Stark smirked.
“I can’t believe Pepper has put up with you for this long.” a disappointed sigh escaped them.
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How is everyone? I hope you had a nice Christmas and Happy New Year for those who celebrate it, hope everyone is is happy and safe for everyone else.
I'm 15 days late, but for sake of getting over this writer's block (have like 4 fics that are 75% completed and I can't back in the loop of it),
Requests are open, but I will no longer try and force myself to write every requests. If I don't think I will ever feel like writing a certain request, I will let you know, apologies in advance.
Feel free to send requests via my inbox only.
My To-do list will be updated soon, so you will able to know which requests I'm keeping for the time being, and those I will be taking off the list.
Thank you for your patiences, really sorry for leaving you all waiting for so long!
I am adding Ikemen Prince: Beauty and Her Beast to the fandom list.
I was a bit reluctant at first but they are all growing on me. I will not write for princes that do not have their routes out yet (until I get a better idea of them through events). Feel free to request when they are open
Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader - “In Sickness And In Health, To Love And To Cherish”
You both spend the day on edge when Arthur acts out of sorts, until you finally confront him about what has been on his mind.
Requested by @rat-lol: “(Giving you something other than a kink or smut ask.) Can I request a story where it’s kind of like the story event of “With This Ring” except Y/N saw straight through Arthur’s lies. While she’s sitting on his lap, she pulls him into a hug, running her fingers through his hair, gently coaxing him to tell her what’s been bothering him. Eventually he tells her that he doesn’t think he’s good husband material and that he thought that if he changed then he would be bettee husband material. [2] (sorry for the long ask.) She the kisses his brow and tells him that he doesn’t have to change anything for her and that he is perfect just the way he his. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, he is perfect in everyway. She also tells him that whoever told him that he’s not good husband material can fuk right off. Tell me what you think”
A/N: So this took a long time :D I am SO sorry it is only now being posted T-T.
“Still?” a sigh escaped you as you stared at the Comte.
“Unfortunately, yes, I have tried to turn him down but he insists on meeting you, he is very keen to do so and he says that our relationship would be solidified if you accepted his hand in marriage.”
“M-marriage? Why did he take this a step further?”
“I would not be able to tell you what his change of heart would have been, but in this instance, my word alone will not be able to convince him. He would have to hear it directly from you.”
A creaking floorboard outside Comte’s room tore your attention away from the conversation momentarily.
“Apologies, ma chérie, but I will need to conclude this now, I have business to attend to with Leonardo.” he smiled sweetly.
“Of course, thank you for your time, I will meet him tomorrow.” you nodded politely before placing your empty tea cup on the tray and walking towards the door. Back to the chores.
****
A shiver ran up your spine, breaking your train of thought, how am I ever going to do this?
“It’s a bit cold isn’t it?” You questioned, shaking your head in an attempt to get rid of this morning’s discussion from your brain, as you snuggled into Arthur’s side, walking on the hard paved road.
“It is, sorry sweetheart, this is the last errand of the day and we can go straight home.” He gave you a tight smile as he kept you by his side in an attempt to keep you warm.
For someone that was very good at observing and inspecting, he was doing a very poor job at concealing his own feelings. He had seemed on edge the whole day, somewhat distant -- distant for Arthur anyway. It wasn’t something common for him to conceal important thoughts like this from you for this long, but you picked up on it instantly. It also made your mind race, what on earth could he be thinking about that might have made him so uneasy?
Despite making you overthink about every single problem that he might have with you, you wanted to respect his boundaries, trusting he will tell you when he is ready.
Trying to ignore the nagging feeling that was eating at your thoughts that were at the back of your mind, you followed him inside the shop, breathing out as the warmth comforted your cold limbs.
“Stay right here,” he instructed, going to the back of the shop. Furrowing your eyebrows, you looked around. A florist? Why on earth was he buying flowers for? And for whom? Surely it couldn’t be for another girl, you guys are exclusive, but why would he take you here, it would spoil the surprise, no? He hasn’t been seeing anyone, or has he? Is that what he wanted to talk to you about? Everything seemed fine this morning.
“Over here darling.” he came out, with a grin.. and a bouquet of flowers, “this is for you,” he pecked your temple, handing the beautiful selection into your arms.
“Why did you buy me flowers?” on any other day, you would have melted at his sweet action, but it almost feels like he is forcing an even more affectionate side of him that felt really out of place. The pit that you had tried to get rid of had reformed at a rapid rate in your stomach. Something was definitely coming, and you hated not having visibility on it.
“Thank you,” you smiled back, trying to hide the growing uneasiness. Lacing your arms together, he escorted you back to the residence.
****
A shaky sigh escaped you as you filled up the vase with water. Tonight, you had made the decision that you absolutely had to confront him about what was so off about him. Otherwise, you would not be able to have a smidge of sleep.
For some reason, the residence was very empty at the moment, only the occasional soul roaming about in the corridors for something to eat. The lack of interaction with other residents did not help your turbulent mind. You hoped that everything would have been sorted out tonight, although it was a naive thought to have. It could be out of your control entirely.
Opening the wrapping paper once the stems had set into the vase, fingertips delicately pulling it out and patting the bottom-side of the petals to make sure they stay in a nicely arranged manner.
Alright, let’s do this.
After a small breath, you put your head up, vase in hand, and walked up the stairs.
Knocking on the door when you arrived at his room, and only opening it once you heard his audible acknowledgement. You put on a brave face, dreading the worst.
“Hey sweetheart,” he smiled, putting his glasses down, deciding that he had finished reviewing his work, and turning towards you.
After returning the gesture, you glanced at the bed.
“Can we cuddle?” his eyebrows raised in surprise, but he quickly complied. Sliding onto the bed, you propped yourself up slightly against the pillows.
Following suit, he laid beside you, expecting you to put your head into his chest like you usually did, but this time, you guided his head to your shoulder, cuddling him against your chest.
Clearly surprised by this, he looked up at you, his cheek right against yours.
“What is this about, my love?” his arms wrapped around your waist, cheek against your collarbone.
“About you, what is wrong? You have been on edge all day.” your hands play with his hair in a soothing manner, and he found himself sighing in content.
“Nothing, just a little tired.”
“I’ve seen you tired and this ain’t it.” you purse your lips, not accepting his statement as an excuse.
“I don’t feel like I’m good enough for you.” he mumbled, hoping you didn’t pick that up.
“Why do you even think that?” you picked it up alright. You were offended by it and it showed.
“Well, I’m not exactly marriage material am I?” then it clicked. Of course he heard about the conversation you had with Le Comte, how did you not piece those two things together?
“Oh, baby,” you cooed, cupping his cheeks and kissing his forehead. He flushed in embarrassment, “why are you so stupid?” a chuckle escaped you, and this time he turned around and sunk in your chest, away from your eyes.
“Do you really think I care to marry?”
He turned around in confusion, having prepared for many different versions of scolding but not this one.
“What?” a mere whisper escaped him. After sighing, you kissed his forehead again, holding him closer and muttering,
“I don’t care for marriage. Now or in the future. As long as I’m with you, and whether you want to get married at all, I will happily wait, because I’ll still be spending the rest of my life with you regardless, and that’s more than any proposal could ever do.” Arthur locked eyes with you with a hopeful look. He probably did not realise how desperate he appeared.
“Are you serious?”
“I’m shocked you even question it,” you answered after a short scoff. Timidly, he hugged you tighter, burying his face in your neck, feeling the relief wash over him, “you’re a silly man Arthur.” a smile slowly etched itself on your face.
“I’m not!” he shot up, propping himself up on his arms and hovering over you whilst holding your gaze. His slight pout accompanied with his offended face made him look even more adorable.
“You really are very silly,” with a finger under his chin, you brought him closer, “silly that you should even be swayed by the proposal of another man.” you gave him a tender kiss, hand travelling into his hair as he kissed back, pushing you back down on the bed to control the kiss.
“I love you sweetheart,” he breathed out, mesmerised, laying his body on top of yours.
“I love you too,” his hand cupped your cheek for another, more passionate kiss.
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Logan Howlett and Laura Kinney x Reader - “A Helping Hand” [Part 2]
Having thought you were finally in the clear from being hunted as one of the original X-Men alongside your friend Logan, you were certain you could go on with life, until he asked for you help to protect someone.
Requested by anon: “not sure if request are open, but if they are could I request a nice old man logan & laura kinney imagine? in which while they are all on the run from transigen, logan calls up the reader who’s an old friend. reader has the ability to shift into a wolf and once they meet up and reader shifts in front of them, laura is all like—"puppy!“ anyways, hope this makes sense. 👉👈🥺 “
A/N: Hope you like it! I did it in two parts again because I went a little overboard! Sorry!
Warning: violence (pretty graphic), cursing.
The sudden text caught her off guard.
~ Close? ~
Opening a can of coke, she drank it quickly, knowing she would need the extra energy for this, whether it be running or fighting. The woman hoped it could end tonight, but to ensure their victory, they had to train the children to the best of their abilities to gain the maximum advantage.
The drive would be an anxious twenty minutes, it was late afternoon and creeping into the area in a car would make it challenging to keep a low profile. Logan hadn’t answered, this wasn’t good.
This was the decision. It was now or never. Stopping the car before the large fields that paved the way to the woods, she locked the car, hiding the key, scanning the surroundings from any prying eyes, hiding behind the care, she shifted effortlessly into her wolf form, which could easily have been equivalent to the size of the SUV.
Her dark grey fur will easily blend among the large bushes, she got this. Rushing into the woods, speeding cautiously towards the cabin. Empty, ravaged, messy. Sniffing out familiar scents, she understood that they had gone deep into the forest. Her ideal hunting environment.
Racing between the trees, nearly impossible to hear, in the direction of the scent she picked up on that only grew stronger. Sensing them close, she morphed back into human form as she pounced on a tree, staying suspended on a branch which gave a clear picture of where everyone was.
The not-too-stranger blond cyborg was standing in front of some captured children, a very restrained Laura and a bloodied Logan. The leading scientist was crouching in front of the girl she had grown to love and a Logan-gimmick that was much more terrifying and violent. Great.
A bunch of his men were scattered around, she decided to pick them one at a time. Jumping to another tree until she got at a comfortable distance but also invisible from the number of other men. It was a technique she would use until the very last man standing.
Discreetly shifting back into her wolf form, she crept onto the man that had moved out of the pack to take a leak. Moments before he could unzip his zipper, she stood tall behind him, grasping him in his mouth and dragging him into a bush, finishing him off.
“We’re heading back to the truck to get more ammo.” three men explained. When Donald gave them the go, they started to walk back.
Stalking her prey, she sneaked at their level, in the shadows, getting ready to jump when they had their backs turned.
A low growl vibrated in her throat which alerted them.
“What the-” the large angry eyes of an overgrown canis lupus hushed them into silence. Bearing her fangs, she practically tore them apart, killing them. A narrowly missed gunshot as the last soldier died alerted the five remaining men.
“What was that?” Donald turned around, seeing the truck practically untouched from the distance.
“You’re fucked you ugly son of a bitch.” Logan spat.
“By who? This is all of you.” The scientist scanned around.
An aggressive howl made them nearly jump out of their skin. Their hearts dropped when they turned around, watching a majestic dark grey six foot wolf standing tall in intimidation, bearing teeth.
As a soldier tried to lift his gun, she attacked him, biting him hard and slamming him into the ground, clawing at a second one’s skin and nearly pulling off the last soldier’s head.
Charging towards the scientist, she rammed him back first into a tree, paralysing him. Growling lowly, she maintained eye contact with the remaining security guard, whose hand was hovering over his holter. Prowling closer to him, she stopped momentarily to claw the childrens’ and Logan’s restraints before strided before him. As if savouring the look in his eyes before his end was to come.
“Get it boy!” he yelled. Just as she was about to end him, something pulled her backwards, hitting her spin against a fallen tree. (Y/N) whined, slowly standing back up, shaking off the pain.
The children went to deal with Donald Pierce as Laura helped her father up.
The look on her face said it all, he was going to regret it. The blades slid out of his knuckles and she barely made it out, the next blow as she reached for his neck scratched her shoulder. A grunt escaped her. Limping, she stood out of reach, trying to regain a little strength. Seeing his wounds heal really dropped her determination to finish him off. How was she even going to do that?
That was until Logan came up from behind him, his own blades protruding through it’s upper stomach. Before it could hurt him, the woman lunged at his arm, munching on it.
Laura yelled, running to the three, crouching as her own blades slid out of her knuckles and she sliced the back of his kneecaps.
Struggling, the mutant retracted his edges and striked a punch in her jaw, making her whine and falter back. She became a little dizzy, chewing slowly to recover from the blow. It was a little hard staying still with also a slightly injured leg.
Fortunately for her, the pair of them were able to finish it off before any more injuries were had.
In addition, the children had put a permanent halt to Donald Pierce -- who had become part of the earth now.
Laura slowly approached (Y/N), watching with curious eyes as she shyly returned the eye contact.
“Puppy,” she murmured, reaching up and running her hand through the fur on her head. The wolf hummed in delight, eyes closing slightly.
“What the fuck? YOU CAN TALK?!” Logan yelled.
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Logan Howlett and Laura Kinney x Reader - “A Helping Hand” [Part 1]
Having thought you were finally in the clear from being hunted as one of the original X-Men alongside your friend Logan, you were certain you could go on with life, until he asked for you help to protect someone.
Requested by anon: “not sure if request are open, but if they are could I request a nice old man logan & laura kinney imagine? in which while they are all on the run from transigen, logan calls up the reader who’s an old friend. reader has the ability to shift into a wolf and once they meet up and reader shifts in front of them, laura is all like—"puppy!“ anyways, hope this makes sense. 👉👈🥺 “
A/N: Hope you like it! I did it in two parts again because I went a little overboard! Sorry!
Warning: violence (pretty graphic) in the second part, cursing probably.
A small sigh escaped her lips, lowering her cap to conceal her eyes as she took a sip of her warm drink.
It was a sunny, peaceful afternoon and she was going to enjoy it as long as it lasted before she needed to move on. People might still be out, looking for her, but she had to admit it had become very quiet lately.
She had almost started to let her guard down, almost.
Having been one of the few mutant-borns still out there, (Y/N) needed to make sure she stayed out of any trouble constantly and not let her instincts take over. Those were the old days, and even now a few she might still be watched.
“Here is your sandwich to go.” the waiter placed it on her table with a smile.
“Thank you very much.” she nodded, standing up, making sure she had everything with her before heading to her car.
Slipping inside, she made sure the door was locked before pulling her cap off and sunglasses. Unwrapping her sandwich and munching on it.
After taking a sip from her drink, her phone vibrated on the passenger seat.
Lifting an eyebrow at the unexpected text, she awkwardly wiped her hands and grasped her phone.
A number she was surprised to see popped up.
~ We need to meet, we’re on the run, location? ~
We?
This must not be good at all. (Y/N) sat back in her chair, her heart lurching, she didn’t want to be back in the loop of the rush of being caught, but it was Logan, he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t have a good reason. A sigh escaped her, if she was going to expose herself to this, she had to be clever enough to remain discreet.
****
It had been three days since the text, two of which were preparations and actual driving on the road, she was exhausted, and given the fact that she was half an hour early to their meeting, she might have been able to take a nap.
Until a knock on her door made her jump out of her skin. The figure stood outside, having recognised the car despite her tinted windows, he waited until she let him in.
To which, the girl did. Watching his face as he entered brought back so many memories, it seemed all the good times were just a dream, that it never existed. The woman just realised, what was she supposed to say to him? After all those years of hunting, killing -- or rather, being hunted, being killed, having to live as a ghost in a very living world and then finally meet another ghost whose stories converged at one point? Chilling.
“Hey Logan,” she smiled. His features were older, clothes ragged, life visibly took a toll on him, he was tired of it, but he also looked somewhat determined.
“Hey.” he grunted, sitting still. There was a moment of silence, unspoken respect and putting any unresolved issues aside.
“Come here you grumpy old man.” (Y/N) reached and hugged him tightly. Slowly, he returned the hug.
“It’s been a while.” he sighed as she pulled away.
“What did you need me for? You’re on the run? What did you do now?” her stern voice returned. He wouldn’t have sought out a hand to anyone else, the woman was a cherished friend that would understand his character, so getting straight to the point,
“I have a daughter.” he responded bluntly,
“A daughter? How-”
“Not mine, this, company, used my DNA.”
“Artificial? Fucked up,” she breathed out in disappointment. This could be very bad, in case it was not ethically disturbing beforehand.
“She escaped, came to me and now.”
“Yeah, I get it.” she nodded, “Do you have a plan?”
He stayed quiet.
“Run, got it. And where is she?”
“In another car.”
“She’s here? You left her on her own to talk to me? Are you insane? You’ve already lost points on parental skills!” the girl expressed, baffled.
“I didn’t know whether you were going to help.” he justified.
“You came to me, obviously I’m going to help you, who am I? You?” a scoff escaped her. He chuckled, clearly having missed their banter, “well go on then, call her here, we have no time to waste.”
Pressing the button on the car door, the window opened slowly, until it stopped just to frame his eyes. Facing a dirty, bullet-holed limousine. Why didn’t she notice that earlier? Of course that dump is his. The car door opened and out came a small brunette girl, she hurried over, opened (Y/N)’s car door, slipped inside and closed it.
“Hey sweetie.” the woman smiled, peering into the back seat, “I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you. What’s your name?”
“Her name is Laura, she doesn’t speak.” Logan filled in, watching as the girl studied the child’s unbothered face.
****
It had been a week since they arrived at the border, their fake passports were still in the works, they were miles away from ‘Transigen’s’ last known location. This tiny cabin would be harder to find as it was concealed by the very large stretch of woodland in the area.
Since they had become their number one target however, having rescued the majority of children, they still had to keep their guard up, more than ever. It had been a tiring month but it was worth it.
What had been a very secretive organisation with an unknown number of agents turned into a collapsed infrastructure with scientists, nurses and children, disappeared. Only this certain ‘Donald Pierce' and his ‘Reavers’, along with the leading scientist were left. If they could get rid of them, this could all finally end and these poor children could finally start adjusting to a good life.
It was (Y/N)’s run to the supermarket, picking up an ungodly amount of food for 17 mouths to feed. After paying and getting weird looks from customers and the cashier, she hauled the shopping bags towards her car, which had become drastically unreliable from the insane sudden mileage.
~ They’re here ~
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Batboys x Batsis!Reader - “Out Of The Dark” [Part 3]
Waiting desperately to be saved from a kidnapping, you end up being brainwashed to be used against your own brothers.
Requested by @flashdash626: “Hi! I’m not sure if your taking requests, so if your not then you can choose to ignore this. Anyways! I was hoping you could do a Batsis were the sister is kidnapped by a random villain, and once the boys find her its to late and she was brainwashed and was now under control of the random villain. Once they like knock her out they bring her to the cave and try to bring her memories back. After a little bit of them talking to her her mind snaps and shes back to normal and she gets all emotional”
A/N: Last partttt, sorry it took so long and that it is so long.
Warning: angst, violence, swearing
They scanned around, seeing nothing but knowing someone was there, ready to fight. Then the familiar silhouette appeared, perfectly outlined by the street lamp.
(Y/N)?
“Where were you?!” Jason yelled. Suddenly, she jumped down, legs straight into his chest, he fell down with a slam, “what the hell-”
The woman threw a punch at her oldest brother as he stood within her reach, before she glared at him.
Dick never felt this amount of fear in a long time, the moment they made eye contact, he could tell by the ice cold and unmoving gaze she held, she was not the same person.
“Hey, chill.” Tim pulled the girl off of him, holding her in a headlock. Resisting, she kicked his kneecap with her heel, making him groan in pain.
Batman jumped in, hitting the back of her head, knocking her out instantly. Her body slumped in Red Robin’s embrace.
“What the hell!! You could have been careful with her!” Jason yelled, standing up with a grunt.
“It looks like she was about to kill us.” Tim breathed out. In protest, the former looked at Dick to back him up, but watched as he stayed silent, staring at the ground, he agreed with him. And Jason knew, deep down, that it was true as well.
****
“How much longer?” Dick held the ice pack against his jaw.
“Hopefully soon, but I can’t be certain unfortunately.” Alfred informed, placing the small tray on the counter.
“What happened to her?” Damian murmured.
“She was brainwashed,” Bruce spoke from the Batcomputer.
Silence, a mournful silence.
“We’ll have to try and get her memory back.”
“How likely is it that we get it back?” Tim inquired.
“I’m analysing the toxin that was in her body, so I can’t be sure until I get a concrete result.”
The sound of restraints rattled through the cave and the brothers were quick to jump to their feet to crowd into the room where the girl was restrained, for safety purposes.
They were met with wide (E/C) eyes.
“Who are you?” her eyes narrowed.
“Your brothers.” Dick mumbled.
“Brothers?”
Once they realised they were no longer a threat, they sat down, relaxed, relieved that either the toxin was slowly wearing off or that she was knocked out enough to forget that she had been trained to have a grudge against them -- to put it lightly.
“How long was I out?” she whispered.
“48 hours.”
The woman was clearly disturbed, worry written all over her face, realising that her whole identity was at stake and she couldn’t remember a single thing. She was unable to even look at the men in front of her, not wanting to see the tired faces desperately trying to bring their loved one back, knowing it might be a long, rough ride that might never end.
“Did I do that to you?” she pointed to Dick’s jaw. He nodded slowly, “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he chuckled, realising they didn’t completely lose her as her worrying nature resurfaced.
“How was I like...before?”
Dick glanced at his brothers before he started.
“Well…”
“This will be your new home from now on, make sure to take as long as you need to settle down, Lady (Y/N).” The butler spoke.
“Lady?”
“Would you like me to introduce you to your brothers?”
“I have brothers?” her eyes lit up.
“Of course! They are in the kitchen, expecting you, this way please.”
The girl was so excited to have brothers, but she was also extremely nervous, what if they don’t like her? That she’s annoying? What if she’s excluded because they’ve been here longer?
“Hi!” A cheerful, cooing voice tore her out of her worries as a tall boy who was smiling down at her. “My name is Dick.”
“Dick…” she whispered, her eyes wide, she was definitely old enough to know what that meant. A taller man behind him cackled.
“I-it’s a nickname!” he spluttered.
“For what?” Her face contorted to disgust.
“I’m Tim,” a shorter one interjected.
“(Y/N).”
“Jason.” the one who was laughing before greeted, not rudely but not at the same extent of welcomeness as the others.
“Damian.”
“Was I a good sister?”
“Dick? What happened?” (Y/N) rushed into her kitchen, dropping her filled shopping bag on the counter and racing to his side.
“I’m okay.” he grunted, holding his shoulder.
“It’s not, you’re bleeding.” As delicately as she could, she helped him up towards the bathroom. Once she took her time to stitch him up, she cleaned up his wound, “I’ll put a clean set of your clothes on my bed for you to change in, let me know if you need help.”
Without a word, he changed whilst she made a warm soup for him to relax.
“Here,” she handed it to him as he sat down, curling up in her side.
“Thank you.”
-
“Hey, you okay?” she looked over at him, eyes in a state she wished she didn’t see so often for his sake.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, running a hand through his hair.
With one hand on the steering wheel, she poked his cheek.
“Want some McDonalds?” Glancing at her, she gave him a sympathetic smile.
“Alright.”
“You were the best sister.” The eldest chuckled, a nostalgic look in his eyes. Her heart tightened. She had seen that look before.
“Snacks!!” she announced, holding two bags filled to the brink with all sorts of snacks, “Damian, I saw this wooden bracelet charm when I was out and thought of you, here.” (Y/N) handed it to him.
“I don’t wear those, it’s stupid.” He tutted.
“Oh, okay then, I’ll return it I guess-”
“No give it to me.” the youngest snatched it out of her grasp and slipped it out, looking at the TV grumpily.
“Nothing for me?” Tim gasped.
“I bought you a kilogram of NERDZ. Will you drop it now?”
“Yes!!” he screeched.
The beautiful memories returned, but also the traumatic ones that happened not too long ago. Watching her silence, deep in thought made them stressed. Was she remembering?
Until she started crying.
“(Y/N)?” Dick’s eyes widened.
“I was so scared,” Jason scooped her up in his arms as soon as she said that, there was no doubt, “it hurt so much and I felt so alone.” burying her face in her brother’s shoulder, she sought comfort at the traumatic experience.
“We’re here for you.” Dick kissed her forehead, cupping her cheek.
“Want a hot chocolate?” Tim inquired.
“Uh-huh,” she sniffled.
“Let’s go then.” Helping her stand up, they started walking towards the cave entrance, Damian hurrying to keep up with them, holding his sister’s hand in reassurance.
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Batboys x Batsis!Reader - “Out Of The Dark” [Part 2]
Waiting desperately to be saved from a kidnapping, you end up being brainwashed to be used against your own brothers.
Requested by @flashdash626: “Hi! I’m not sure if your taking requests, so if your not then you can choose to ignore this. Anyways! I was hoping you could do a Batsis were the sister is kidnapped by a random villain, and once the boys find her its to late and she was brainwashed and was now under control of the random villain. Once they like knock her out they bring her to the cave and try to bring her memories back. After a little bit of them talking to her her mind snaps and shes back to normal and she gets all emotional”
A/N: Part 2 of 3
Warning: angst, violence, swearing
“Still no word?” Jason entered the cave, slipping off of his helmet. It had been just over a day, attempting tirelessly to pursue any leads that might have come up.
“No, it’s like she slipped off the grid, out of the world, no CCTV footage, no witnesses, no chipped cars, nothing.” Tim typed away on his computer, eyes red and dry from the lack of sleep and ungodly amounts of coffee that have entered his system since then.
Dead-end after dead-end made them more depressed and desperate. It was impossible to find a tangible lead to go on and the evidence left was near to nothing.
“Everyone, go to bed.” Batman spoke after standing up.
“What?” Jason snapped.
“We’re doing a regular patrol tomorrow, seeing what word on the streets are, so everyone, get some sleep so we can find more information in a better headspace.”
“Tch, better headspace.” Jason followed his brothers up the stairs, rolling his eyes at the irony of it all.
****
Her throat burned from yet another blood-curdling scream. It was such a dark and cold room, the aspect of time had dissipated in the darkness long ago. What time of the day was it? How many days had gone.
Six was the answer, but the damage caused would take years to get over. Helpless and alone, desperately wishing, hoping someone would hear, someone would come to save her. This perpetual isolation with disappearing hope now grounded within her, shook into her very core. The lulled buzzing from the other room, the stressful footsteps, ready for the worst to come if the figure would enter this particular room, but never the full preparation.
She got more than she bargained for, but then again, she didn’t expect this to happen to her.
Her energy was slowly leaving her body, she was weak. Older and newer injuries never quite tended to for more unnecessary pain, frightened of closing her eyes for a second, not knowing whether the demons would also appear in her mind as well.
Growing fearful of the silence, preparing for a storm that always seems to just about come.
Drowning, beating, dreading the next day would come just as bad as the previous one. It frightened her how quickly she became accustomed by it, and how devastatingly long it would take to mend the pieces back together. The silence was also unbearable, waiting for something to happen, like the storm, only brewing now.
“Knock knock,” the voice rang as the door opened with a hiss as it screeched against the floor.
Frightened, she didn’t dare open her eyes, feeling her heartbeat pound in her ears and chest, holding her breath in an attempt to conceal herself.
“I know you’re awake.” the person chuckled, her eyes opened slowly, submissively, the only source of light coming from the corridor, “but now I’m going to make you fall asleep.” a hand in her hair to pull her head back, exposing her neck.
“Mmh,” she struggled, unable to express how painful this stabbing pain was through her muffling cloth-of-a-gag. It was only a needle, how could it feel so excruciating? Needless to say, it made her vision blurry and she soon fell into unconsciousness.
Perched on the rooftop, Red Hood scouted the area, releasing a long sigh. A month, that is how long it has been, and nothing came up about her. He kept wondering where she was, what she was doing right now, was she still in Gotham? If only he knew.
“Anything?” Dick questioned through the intercom.
“Nothing.” Tim answered. Robin was perched on a gargoyle in the center of the city, opposite of the tallest skyscraper in the city.
He was about to move on, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, before static came from the tower, before the image of Scarecrow was displayed on the enormous screen covering the building.
“It’s Scarecrow.” Damian spoke.
“Here as well.” Nightwing chipped in.
“He’s showing himself all over the city.” Batman spoke. The few people that were out at that time scurried around the screens, some people woke up from their slumber to witness the commotion.
“Good evening, Gotham, although, I will only be addressing The Bat and his… underlings,” he started. It appeared he was in some sort of rundown warehouse, and those types of infrastructure were sprinkled all around the city, “I have planted a bomb, on one of the peers leading to the port, if you can find it before 3 a.m, a missing little girl will no longer have a beating heart. Crushing two birds with one stone” he chuckled.
“Motherfucker.” Red Hood cursed.
“Jason-”
“He's right.” His brothers interrupted.
“Lucius,” Bruce pressed on his earpiece, “is Batwing ready?”
“Ready when you are, sir.” He answered promptly, “I’ve sent it on it’s way to you.”
****
“We only have half an hour left.” Red Hood announced, having scouted out the outsides with his brothers to see if they could spot anything unusual.
“I know.” Bruce spoke, scanning each building with the Batwing for any signs of heat or chemical reaction. His breathing caught in his throat when he found a heat signature.
“The old cement factory, first floor.” Revving their motorcycles, they raced down the street towards their sent location.
And sure enough, there the bomb was, intact, with a good 20 minutes before it blew, nothing they couldn’t handle.
“It might be rigged.” Dick warned as Jason approached it to disarm it. Hauntingly, he was able to without an issue, just like a regular bomb.
“It’s done.” Red Hood peeked at his brothers and Bruce, but his tone of voice suggested what everyone else was thinking, how easy all of this was.
Despite the yellowish light coming from the street lamps outside, the place looked pretty deserted. Dick couldn’t see a single person in sight, civilian or otherwise, this was a trap, for sure, but nothing was happening.
No one moved, nor spoke, and they were getting more and more anxious. The tension was so thick, it could be cut with a knife.
Until a figure rushed past the light coming from outside.
What was that?
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Batboys x Batsis!Reader - “Out Of The Dark” [Part 1]
Waiting desperately to be saved from a kidnapping, you end up being brainwashed to be used against your own brothers.
Requested by @flashdash626: “Hi! I’m not sure if your taking requests, so if your not then you can choose to ignore this. Anyways! I was hoping you could do a Batsis were the sister is kidnapped by a random villain, and once the boys find her its to late and she was brainwashed and was now under control of the random villain. Once they like knock her out they bring her to the cave and try to bring her memories back. After a little bit of them talking to her her mind snaps and shes back to normal and she gets all emotional”
A/N: I know how this looks, I was really inspired since I was stuck on another fic and ended up writing three parts to this I’m sorry T-T
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