Content(s): Reader is in their 20's, Mentions of death/blood/torture, Reader is cold and manipulative, ANGST !!, Villain Reader, mentions of Vampirism, deities, possession, insanity, corruption, immortality.
Ten years.
Ten long, agonizing years.
Bruce gave up on searching for you around the eighth year. He stopped mulling over paperwork, stopped staying up late into the night, staring at security footage. He assumed you were gone for good, while Dick was a lot less willing to give up on you, having gone to Bloodhaven to start out on his own not too long ago. Bruce had taken in Jason as well, the bright eyed and spirited kid, all smiles and laughter.
Jason knew something was odd when he first arrived, Dick hardly looked at him, and Bruce had this look in his eyes— as if something was missing, perhaps a piece of something. Jason was far from subtle whenever he'd ask Bruce or Dick questions, trying to gauge their reactions. Dick would shrug him off quickly while Bruce would dance around the subject, never giving him a straight answer. It was totally weird! At least that's what Jason thought.
So Jason did some digging— one night, he went to the west wing of the mansion, sneaking up to the door that always made Dick tense up and Bruce look hollow. Even Alfred seemed sad when he was near it, so Jason just had to figure out what was in there. He carefully creaked the door open, and what he saw was definitely not what he was expecting.
The room was covered in a thin layer of dust, posters on the walls for bands and movies he didn't quite recognize. The bed was unmade, slightly messy, pillows askew and a small stuffed animal nestled in the corner. The room looked as if it were lost in time, one he obviously wasn't there for. Jason slowly wandered around the room, not touching anything but definitely looking.
Jason silently looked at the photos, you were there in many of them. You were beside Dick, beside Bruce— even all three of you together. The three of you looked so happy, so excited. You were a family, and Jason felt a small pit in his stomach, not out of jealousy or envy, because now he had a family. However, he felt it because he felt as if he was missing something, as if he wasn't trusted with this information.
“Master Jason?” Alfred's sudden appearance made the boy jump, eyes wide and caught red handed. “I uh—” He quickly tried to come up with an excuse, wanting to find his way out of a potential scolding, only to be surprised when Alfred sighed, simply flipping on the light and coming in. “I see you've found his room” Alfred said softly, carefully sitting down on the messy bed and patting the spot beside him.
Jason hesitantly joined him on the bed, feet fidgeting, “Who's room was this?” He asked, looking up at Alfred with child-like curiosity. Alfred only smiled, carefully picking up a photo from the dusty bedside table, “This was Master [Y/n]'s room” Alfred spoke with a hint of sorrow and nostalgia, carefully brushing the dust off the glass frame. “He would've been around Dicks age now, and he would've been your older brother” Alfred explained.
Jason nodded slowly, carefully leaning over to look at the picture. It was one with you, Dick, Bruce, and Alfred, you all looked very happy, with you and Dick obviously teasing each other and bantering in the photo, and Bruce looking exhausted but fond. “What happened to him?” Jason asked before his mind caught up, his curiosity getting the better of him, however the response he got wasn't from Alfred— “He disappeared” Both Jason's and Alfred's gaze snapped up, seeing Bruce and Dick in the doorway.
Bruce slowly stepped inside, he didn't look angry, but Jason still felt bad, knowing this was most likely a sensitive topic. “He was taken ten years ago, I never found him” Bruce whispered as he sank down onto the bed, right on the other side of Jason. Dick was almost reluctant to enter the room but eventually, he did. He decided to climb onto the bed, sitting behind Jason to get a better look at the photo while peering over him, “You would've liked him” Dick said quietly.
“And he would've liked you” Bruce added as he gently ruffled Jason's hair, the small family all around one another, looking at the old picture. It may not have seemed like much, but this felt like a turning point. Jason knew in his heart that it may have been subtle, but this time Dick wasn't brushing him off, instead leaning against his back in a small act of brotherly affection, and Bruce and Alfred didn't seem so sorrowful.
A small weight being lifted off their shoulders.
...but not for too long.
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Another year passed, seemingly uneventful. Jason got more into his role as Robin while Dick slowly continued to be Nightwing. Bruce trained Jason thoroughly, helping the boy along and tonight Bruce was leaving him alone for a bit, deciding to “Talk” With Selina. Jason had a nagging suspicion about it but he never let him think about it for too long, and in the end he hung around the empty rooftop, kicking at pebbles. Dick was in Bludhaven, too far away to keep him entertained in this rather boring hour.
“Well would you look at that” A deep voice came from behind, making Jason jolt and whip around. “The bat has a new robin” Jason swallowed thickly as he looked over at the edge of the rooftop. A man sat on it, legs spread with his elbows on his knees. Something seemed oddly familiar about him, but Jason couldn't quite put his finger on it, “Who are you?” The boy asked, trying to remain calm and composed.
“Fascinating question” He hummed, head tilting slightly to the side, his hands resting together. “I could be many things—” He slowly rises and Jason's heart thumps against his ribcage, the air felt much cooler, as if it suddenly dropped ten degrees. “But you— You're Robin right? Boy wonder” The way it was said made Jason's blood run cold, he usually was much more composed after his training with Bruce, but this? This was different.
Pericing [E/c] eyes bore into Jason's, it was almost as if they could stare into his soul, peeling layer my layer to stare into the core. “I think you know who I am” He said, a feigned smile that only brought a sinking feeling into Jason's chest directed right at him, “Can you guess?”.
Jason tried to think but every nerve in his body screamed with the urge to flee, “Tik-Tok little one” He cooed, moving his finger side to side as if to show the ticking time. “Are you...” Jason swallowed thickly, a slight tremble in his body as he stared at the man before him, the familiarity finally piecing together, “Are you... [Y/n]?” Jason whispered your name quietly, almost as if saying it would make something bad happen. Your eyes lit up, your smile growing wider and wider, “Yes! So Bruce does talk about me— how sweet” You cooed mockingly.
Jason could link certain features of yours back to the photos he's seen of you, the hair and eyes matched— despite the different hairstyle. Certain blemishes matched, and so did scars, but that sweet boy from the pictures Bruce showed him seemed long gone now. Your eyes held no light to them, no shine, no emotion, and your smile was more menacing than kind.
“Now— I need you to tell Bats that I'm back, okay?” Your voice was deceivingly sweet, hand reaching out to ruffle Jason's hair. The poor boy was frozen in place, his body just slightly trembling under your gaze, “And tell him... Not to interfere” Your voice dropped an octave, cold and dark. All Jason could do was nod, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, unable to form any words. “Good kid, hopefully we won't see each other again” You slowly stood, the shadows coiling around you like dark vines, and suddenly, you were gone.
Jason finally felt the air go back to normal, heaving out a breath as she stumbled to lay back against the railing, wind ruffling his hair. Something about this was off, and he feared what would happen when Bruce and Dick found out.
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The cold air nipped at your bones, but you barely even felt it. Hair blowing softly in the wind as you stared down at Gotham City from the edge of a different rooftop. The sirens sounded familiar, the bustle of feet and chatter of people, it was almost comforting, nostalgic even. However, it was short lived as your head tipped back with a deep groan. “Hes going to try and stop me” You spoke to yourself, gaze now shifted up to the night sky, not a star in sight.
The blood burned in your veins, a painful reminder of that day in the cult, back with your mother. The Vampire blood was meant to kill you— stopping your heart from beating, but it was also meant to grant that curse of immortality, perfect for a potential host, no?
You could remember how badly it hurt, even now your blood still burns like a chronic ache in your bones. Sleep wasn't necessary, not like the pain allowed you too anyways, but the worst part would be that dark, nagging voice in the back of your skull. The one that urged you to paint the city red, to burn down any witch that dared think themselves stronger than you.
God's don't like feeling inferior.
Your body didn't feel like your own, and half the time your thoughts didn't either. You barely had a shred of sanity, a hint of morality that held back the God's urge to wring that poor boy's neck. That voice wanted bloodshed, it wanted death so badly that your fangs ached, salivating at the thought. Fuck, you're a monster. A monster that's already been made, one that couldn't be saved. A shudder ran through you, a pounding in your head and a cracking feeling in your bones, dark tendrils weaving down the sides of the abandoned building.
“Gotham won't survive me” You spoke in a voice that wasn't entirely your own, that darkness nudging its way back into your skull, “And neither will they”.
The chaos that ensued was much more than anyone expected.
A few months passed since your fateful encounter with Jason and when he told Bruce and Dick what happened, the pair nearly keeled over. Dick nearly cried at the thought of your return, but to hear how unsettling you had become from Jason— he didn't want to believe it, but he remembered the times you would practice your magic, the toll it would have on your mind. What none of them had expected however was the absolute blood bath that you'd leave in your path.
Some of the strongest covens resided by or in Gotham city, but most of them had been completely wiped out by now. The massacre left at these sights was enough for Bruce to leave Jason in the batmobile, and Dick couldn't even bring himself to go in after the third time. How could the young boy they once knew be capable of something like this? Ten years was a long time, and Bruce was slowly coming to terms with the fact that you weren't who you used to be anymore.
“Hes only taking out the covens” Dick said one evening, the light from the bat computer illuminating his and Bruce's face. “The ones with dark magic, y'know, the bad ones—”
“That doesn't make it right, Dick” Bruce quickly snapped back, his frustration was already at its peak, but it was made from his sorrow, his guilt. Bruce sighed heavily, hands running over his face as he sat back in his seat, “We need to catch him” Bruce murmured, the bags under his eyes a clear indicator of his stress. It was a hard pill to swallow after all, his son was a villain now, and not committing just any crime— but murder.
Content(s): Reader is in their 20's, Mentions of death/blood/torture, Reader is cold and manipulative, ANGST !!, Villain Reader, mentions of Vampirism, deities, possession, insanity, corruption, immortality.
Ten years.
Ten long, agonizing years.
Bruce gave up on searching for you around the eighth year. He stopped mulling over paperwork, stopped staying up late into the night, staring at security footage. He assumed you were gone for good, while Dick was a lot less willing to give up on you, having gone to Bloodhaven to start out on his own not too long ago. Bruce had taken in Jason as well, the bright eyed and spirited kid, all smiles and laughter.
Jason knew something was odd when he first arrived, Dick hardly looked at him, and Bruce had this look in his eyes— as if something was missing, perhaps a piece of something. Jason was far from subtle whenever he'd ask Bruce or Dick questions, trying to gauge their reactions. Dick would shrug him off quickly while Bruce would dance around the subject, never giving him a straight answer. It was totally weird! At least that's what Jason thought.
So Jason did some digging— one night, he went to the west wing of the mansion, sneaking up to the door that always made Dick tense up and Bruce look hollow. Even Alfred seemed sad when he was near it, so Jason just had to figure out what was in there. He carefully creaked the door open, and what he saw was definitely not what he was expecting.
The room was covered in a thin layer of dust, posters on the walls for bands and movies he didn't quite recognize. The bed was unmade, slightly messy, pillows askew and a small stuffed animal nestled in the corner. The room looked as if it were lost in time, one he obviously wasn't there for. Jason slowly wandered around the room, not touching anything but definitely looking.
Jason silently looked at the photos, you were there in many of them. You were beside Dick, beside Bruce— even all three of you together. The three of you looked so happy, so excited. You were a family, and Jason felt a small pit in his stomach, not out of jealousy or envy, because now he had a family. However, he felt it because he felt as if he was missing something, as if he wasn't trusted with this information.
“Master Jason?” Alfred's sudden appearance made the boy jump, eyes wide and caught red handed. “I uh—” He quickly tried to come up with an excuse, wanting to find his way out of a potential scolding, only to be surprised when Alfred sighed, simply flipping on the light and coming in. “I see you've found his room” Alfred said softly, carefully sitting down on the messy bed and patting the spot beside him.
Jason hesitantly joined him on the bed, feet fidgeting, “Who's room was this?” He asked, looking up at Alfred with child-like curiosity. Alfred only smiled, carefully picking up a photo from the dusty bedside table, “This was Master [Y/n]'s room” Alfred spoke with a hint of sorrow and nostalgia, carefully brushing the dust off the glass frame. “He would've been around Dicks age now, and he would've been your older brother” Alfred explained.
Jason nodded slowly, carefully leaning over to look at the picture. It was one with you, Dick, Bruce, and Alfred, you all looked very happy, with you and Dick obviously teasing each other and bantering in the photo, and Bruce looking exhausted but fond. “What happened to him?” Jason asked before his mind caught up, his curiosity getting the better of him, however the response he got wasn't from Alfred— “He disappeared” Both Jason's and Alfred's gaze snapped up, seeing Bruce and Dick in the doorway.
Bruce slowly stepped inside, he didn't look angry, but Jason still felt bad, knowing this was most likely a sensitive topic. “He was taken ten years ago, I never found him” Bruce whispered as he sank down onto the bed, right on the other side of Jason. Dick was almost reluctant to enter the room but eventually, he did. He decided to climb onto the bed, sitting behind Jason to get a better look at the photo while peering over him, “You would've liked him” Dick said quietly.
“And he would've liked you” Bruce added as he gently ruffled Jason's hair, the small family all around one another, looking at the old picture. It may not have seemed like much, but this felt like a turning point. Jason knew in his heart that it may have been subtle, but this time Dick wasn't brushing him off, instead leaning against his back in a small act of brotherly affection, and Bruce and Alfred didn't seem so sorrowful.
A small weight being lifted off their shoulders.
...but not for too long.
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Another year passed, seemingly uneventful. Jason got more into his role as Robin while Dick slowly continued to be Nightwing. Bruce trained Jason thoroughly, helping the boy along and tonight Bruce was leaving him alone for a bit, deciding to “Talk” With Selina. Jason had a nagging suspicion about it but he never let him think about it for too long, and in the end he hung around the empty rooftop, kicking at pebbles. Dick was in Bludhaven, too far away to keep him entertained in this rather boring hour.
“Well would you look at that” A deep voice came from behind, making Jason jolt and whip around. “The bat has a new robin” Jason swallowed thickly as he looked over at the edge of the rooftop. A man sat on it, legs spread with his elbows on his knees. Something seemed oddly familiar about him, but Jason couldn't quite put his finger on it, “Who are you?” The boy asked, trying to remain calm and composed.
“Fascinating question” He hummed, head tilting slightly to the side, his hands resting together. “I could be many things—” He slowly rises and Jason's heart thumps against his ribcage, the air felt much cooler, as if it suddenly dropped ten degrees. “But you— You're Robin right? Boy wonder” The way it was said made Jason's blood run cold, he usually was much more composed after his training with Bruce, but this? This was different.
Pericing [E/c] eyes bore into Jason's, it was almost as if they could stare into his soul, peeling layer my layer to stare into the core. “I think you know who I am” He said, a feigned smile that only brought a sinking feeling into Jason's chest directed right at him, “Can you guess?”.
Jason tried to think but every nerve in his body screamed with the urge to flee, “Tik-Tok little one” He cooed, moving his finger side to side as if to show the ticking time. “Are you...” Jason swallowed thickly, a slight tremble in his body as he stared at the man before him, the familiarity finally piecing together, “Are you... [Y/n]?” Jason whispered your name quietly, almost as if saying it would make something bad happen. Your eyes lit up, your smile growing wider and wider, “Yes! So Bruce does talk about me— how sweet” You cooed mockingly.
Jason could link certain features of yours back to the photos he's seen of you, the hair and eyes matched— despite the different hairstyle. Certain blemishes matched, and so did scars, but that sweet boy from the pictures Bruce showed him seemed long gone now. Your eyes held no light to them, no shine, no emotion, and your smile was more menacing than kind.
“Now— I need you to tell Bats that I'm back, okay?” Your voice was deceivingly sweet, hand reaching out to ruffle Jason's hair. The poor boy was frozen in place, his body just slightly trembling under your gaze, “And tell him... Not to interfere” Your voice dropped an octave, cold and dark. All Jason could do was nod, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, unable to form any words. “Good kid, hopefully we won't see each other again” You slowly stood, the shadows coiling around you like dark vines, and suddenly, you were gone.
Jason finally felt the air go back to normal, heaving out a breath as she stumbled to lay back against the railing, wind ruffling his hair. Something about this was off, and he feared what would happen when Bruce and Dick found out.
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The cold air nipped at your bones, but you barely even felt it. Hair blowing softly in the wind as you stared down at Gotham City from the edge of a different rooftop. The sirens sounded familiar, the bustle of feet and chatter of people, it was almost comforting, nostalgic even. However, it was short lived as your head tipped back with a deep groan. “Hes going to try and stop me” You spoke to yourself, gaze now shifted up to the night sky, not a star in sight.
The blood burned in your veins, a painful reminder of that day in the cult, back with your mother. The Vampire blood was meant to kill you— stopping your heart from beating, but it was also meant to grant that curse of immortality, perfect for a potential host, no?
You could remember how badly it hurt, even now your blood still burns like a chronic ache in your bones. Sleep wasn't necessary, not like the pain allowed you too anyways, but the worst part would be that dark, nagging voice in the back of your skull. The one that urged you to paint the city red, to burn down any witch that dared think themselves stronger than you.
God's don't like feeling inferior.
Your body didn't feel like your own, and half the time your thoughts didn't either. You barely had a shred of sanity, a hint of morality that held back the God's urge to wring that poor boy's neck. That voice wanted bloodshed, it wanted death so badly that your fangs ached, salivating at the thought. Fuck, you're a monster. A monster that's already been made, one that couldn't be saved. A shudder ran through you, a pounding in your head and a cracking feeling in your bones, dark tendrils weaving down the sides of the abandoned building.
“Gotham won't survive me” You spoke in a voice that wasn't entirely your own, that darkness nudging its way back into your skull, “And neither will they”.
The chaos that ensued was much more than anyone expected.
A few months passed since your fateful encounter with Jason and when he told Bruce and Dick what happened, the pair nearly keeled over. Dick nearly cried at the thought of your return, but to hear how unsettling you had become from Jason— he didn't want to believe it, but he remembered the times you would practice your magic, the toll it would have on your mind. What none of them had expected however was the absolute blood bath that you'd leave in your path.
Some of the strongest covens resided by or in Gotham city, but most of them had been completely wiped out by now. The massacre left at these sights was enough for Bruce to leave Jason in the batmobile, and Dick couldn't even bring himself to go in after the third time. How could the young boy they once knew be capable of something like this? Ten years was a long time, and Bruce was slowly coming to terms with the fact that you weren't who you used to be anymore.
“Hes only taking out the covens” Dick said one evening, the light from the bat computer illuminating his and Bruce's face. “The ones with dark magic, y'know, the bad ones—”
“That doesn't make it right, Dick” Bruce quickly snapped back, his frustration was already at its peak, but it was made from his sorrow, his guilt. Bruce sighed heavily, hands running over his face as he sat back in his seat, “We need to catch him” Bruce murmured, the bags under his eyes a clear indicator of his stress. It was a hard pill to swallow after all, his son was a villain now, and not committing just any crime— but murder.
Hi every gay/bi DC fan, so basically what I’m asking is, are there any writers out there who will write an aged-up Jon Kent x male witch Batfam sibling that would be easy to find? My little awful written fic contains SA due to it happening to me when I was 16, and I don’t often see rape/SA representation in the fandom. I’m hoping we can get to a point as a community to be more open with SA/rape victims representation. Anyways, what I’m trying to ask is, if there are any writers who are willing to write SA into a fic for the reader, then please give me a message and I will give you all the details about the fic. The SA will not be written out and will only be mentioned by the reader or people figuring out when the reader is showing signs of PTSD.
Hey so I was wondering if you could do a fic/head cannons of the batfamily reacting and bonding over time with Bruce’s biological son he had 20 years ago (one night stand stuff) when he was young. The son who went missing when he was 10. And he came back as a blood witch/vampire due to his mothers heritage around dicks age now and him and dick bond in specific getting together eventually also some Damian being jealous/spiteful but warming up and bonding with him happy ending if you are willing to do this I’d appreciate it and want it so much but thank you anyways If you don’t for even considering it
Oh that's good... Vampires and witches hmm, which one should I pick.. screw it, the reader is a hybrid. Bruce really knows how to find them.
Summary: (Y/N) went missing when he was 10. He didn't come back as a human.
Warnings: mentions of murder and kidnapping, a little more kidnapping, witches and vampires, missing child.
Bruce often thought about his son (Y/N). He is his biological son, from one of his night stands. He had him just before he left Gotham to travel around the world. He came back when (Y/N) was 7 and started seeing him.
A couple of years later, Dick and (Y/N) met officially and they got along quite well. It wasn't until later that (Y/N) went missing. He was 10 at the time and that devastated everyone and Bruce was the one who was impacted the most.
He blamed himself for it the most and he carried that weight on his shoulders for years. More specifically, 10 years. In those 10 years, he adopted 2 more kids and had one more biological. All of them know what has happened to (Y/N) and they knew it's a sore spot for Bruce.
And for Dick too. (Y/N) was Dick's first sibling so to speak. The first sibling he ever had, even for a short time. Dick has never forgot about (Y/N) and he has one photo that he cherishes and takes care of. It's one of his prized possessions and Dick made if clear that the photo is off limits.
Touch it and you die.
Bruce tried to look for (Y/N), but every time he had a lead, it turned out to be a dead end. But he never stopped looking. He wasn't going to stop until he found his son. Dick was going to help him too. Whatever it takes, as Dick would say.
The truth is, (Y/N) was kidnapped and then killed. He came back to life due to his mother being a hybrid. She is a vampire and witch hybrid. (Y/N) soon turned into an immortal, but would age for at least 10 more years.
His mother didn't tell Bruce due to the mere fact that (Y/N)'s thirst, at the time, was big. He would lose control a lot and his mother couldn't allow (Y/N) to get back into the public eye until his thirst got under control.
Plus, his powers were getting out of hand too. (Y/N) was really sad that he couldn't see his father, but understood that it was necessary to get his thirst and powers under control.
He didn't want to hurt everyone. He really didn't want to.
His mom switched him to online program of his school and made sure that he knew all the proper ways to control himself. She could see that he was in pain, that he wanted to see his brother and Dick, but knew that he couldn't.
More so when she figured out that Bruce is Batman. It was the time of uncertainty and chaos in the city, with both Bruce and Batman. Bruce needed to get everything under control first, just like (Y/N) needed to get everything under control.
It was a difficult journey for (Y/N), but he had his mother with him. And his father and brother too.
(Y/N) sighed as from the anxiety he was feeling. He is getting ready to see his father and brother, well, brothers now. He had 3 more brothers, but the important thing now is to see Dick and Bruce. He knew that they were Nightwing and Batman, courtesy of his mother.
He knew that he had to do this, especially now since he got his thirst and powers under control. That was something that was and still is important to him.
Self control.
He didn't know that he would feel such fear and anxiety when it came to meeting his father and brother again. Sure he didn't see them in the last 10 years of his life, but still...
He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove to the manor. He knew that everyone would be home today and today is a special day too.
It's (Y/N)'s birthday. His 21st at that. He stopped at the road, the manor is still far up ahead, but he is going to give them all a surprise of a lifetime. He took a deep breath and started running with his vampire speed, jumping over the gate.
He stopped at the front door, pressing the bell. He listened intently for everyone in there. He could recognize Alfred coming to the front door.
Alfred froze when he saw (Y/N). It was an immediate recognition. It was quiet and then Alfred hugged his grandson tightly, not wanting to let go.
" You are alive. " Alfred said quietly.
" I know. " (Y/N) said, wrapping his arms around Alfred. " Is Bruce here? "
Alfred nodded, moving away from (Y/N) to let him in the manor. He wiped his tears, taking a deep breath to keep some of his composure. (Y/N) noted that the manor didn't change one bit. They entered quietly and (Y/N) saw his dad for the first time in a long time. Dick grew into a handsome adult.
Bruce looked up and dropped his cutlery. His eyes widened and he thought he was dreaming. Dick was silent, something that was uncharacteristic for him.
The other 3 were confused as to who it was. Dick leapt from the chair, knocking it down and jumped into (Y/N)'s arms. (Y/N) hugged Dick back, the two brothers holding each other tightly. Dick sniffled quietly into (Y/N)'s shoulder.
Bruce stood up quietly and walked to his son. Dick moved away to allow Bruce to embrace his son. Bruce's hands cupped (Y/N)'s face.
" You are alive... " Bruce said ever so softly, bringing him into a tight hug. He was afraid that if he let go that he was going to lose him.
" You could say so. " (Y/N) muttered, hugging his dad.
After a few minutes of silence, Bruce pulled away and turned to his other 3 sons.
" Jason, Tim, Damian, this is my first son, (Y/N). " Bruce said, putting his arms around (Y/N)'s shoulders, bringing him closer to him. Oh, he wasn't going to let him go. Not by any means.
" The one who went missing. " Jason said, nodding to himself. Tim and Damian looked at one another, clearly not expecting that.
" Yeah... " Dick said, wiping his teary eyes. " What happened to you? " Dick asked, taking his water and drinking it with heavy gulps.
" That's a very funny story. " (Y/N) started, chuckling a little bit. " I got killed, but since my mom is not exactly human, I was brought back to life. "
Bruce turned his head slowly to look at (Y/N). " Not exactly human means what? "
" Well, there is some vampire and witch heritage in our family. And that means that I'm a vampire and witch hybrid. " (Y/N) explained briefly.
Bruce blinked a few times. What?
" Wait so you are a vampire? " Tim asked, tilting his head.
" And a witch too. " (Y/N) said, giving them all a tight smile.
" That's cool. " Jason said, smiling at the trio. That's really cool.
" I hope you don't have any plans for a week, because you are staying put. You are not leaving me ever again. " Dick said, hugging his brother once more.
(Y/N) nodded, patting Dick's back.
Everyone was more and more happy with (Y/N) around. Bruce had a lot of time to make up for and Dick wanted to know what has happened to (Y/N).
Well, everyone besides Damian. There was something about (Y/N) that Damian couldn't really pinpoint and he didn't like it. he also didn't like how he took most of Dick's time.
Tim and Jason were interested in him, wanted to get some stories about being a vampire and a witch. They were interested in all the powers he had, both vampire and witch ones.
Damian stood on the sidelines, watching as Dick and (Y/N) were in the gardens. It's a cloudy day and they both enjoying their teas. Damian wasn't. He let out a tsk and (Y/N)'s eyes shot towards Damian.
(Y/N) knew that the youngest bird didn't like him. He thought about talking to him, but he saw that he was allergic to talking. Much like Bruce.
Like father like son.
" What's up with Damian? " (Y/N) asked, tilting his head, eyes going back to look at Dick.
" He grew up in a league full of assassins, training to be an heir. " Dick gave him a short version, but (Y/N) understood.
" I don't think he likes me. " (Y/N) said, turning his head to find the source of the sound he was hearing. A Great Dane ran over, sniffing (Y/N)'s hands.
" This is Titus, Damian's dog. " Dick explained and (Y/N) nodded, scratching the ear.
" This is a good boy. " (Y/N) said, watching as Titus ran off somewhere.
" To answer the claim about Damian not liking you, he doesn't really like anyone. He tolerates me and Bruce and that's about it. Oh and Alfred too. " Dick said.
(Y/N) hummed. Oh how (Y/N) is going to make Damian like him.
" Also (Y/N), happy birthday. " Dick said, making (Y/N) smile.
" Thanks. "
" Now we have to get drunk. " Dick said, making (Y/N) snort.
" I can't, I'm a vampire remember? " (Y/N) said and Dick shook his head.
" But you are also a part witch. " Dick noted.
" But I actually can't get drunk. "
" Did you try? " Dick asked, smirking at the sigh he got in return.
" No. "
" There you go. "
The time where Damian and (Y/N) bonded was when they were kidnapped. They were taken seemingly out of nowhere and Damian didn't know who would dare to take them.
They were tied together, back to back with chairs, in a warehouse. The place was only guarded from the outside and there were only 5 kidnappers.
" You couldn't have prevented this? " Damian asked with heavy sarcasm in his voice.
" Oh, so I have to reveal my hybrid form? No thank you. " (Y/N) responded. " Also, aren't you a trained assassin? " (Y/N) asked.
Damian let out a tts and (Y/N) chuckled.
" Why don't you like me? " (Y/N) asked, trying to turn his head to look at Damian.
" Is it because I hang out with Dick more? " (Y/N) asked and Damian went silent.
" Alright, look. I don't want take Dick away from you. But he is my first ever sibling I had. I missed him a lot when I was missing. " (Y/N) explained to Damian, twisting his wrists to check out the zip ties.
" Fair enough. "
" Did I enter the ' I tolerate you' stage? " (Y/N) asked and Damian nodded.
" Good. Now, I will get us out. It might hurt a little bit, but compared to freedom, so hey. " (Y/N) said, moving his wrists away from one another. The zip ties snapped and (Y/N) quickly worked on getting Damian's zip ties.
" Alright, there are 5 men out there and my guess it would be that they are armed. " (Y/N) said, snapping his head up when he heard something from above. It was Bruce and Dick, both immediately checked them both over.
" Can we go back? " Damian asked, glancing at (Y/N). (Y/N) could tell that he wanted to keep their conversation a secret. (Y/N) glanced at him, nodding slightly.
" I want to go back. " (Y/N) said, rubbing the back of his neck.
" We will. Come on. " Dick said, leading both of his brothers out of the warehouse.
Why is every batfam x reader fic set in the rain? I know it’s Gotham but surely they gotta have sunny days there, I mean y’all with make it the most cutest fluffiest heartwarming dick Grayson fic in the world but the outside setting is a depressing gut wrenching twisted apocalyptic dark filled void😭 lemme see a Gotham fic with some sun please💀
Her secret is in the bullets. She can mold the bullets into any shape she wants. She mixes her two-toned hair like epoxy putty, and then once she’s done, they harden and turn into her bullets. From curving bullets to hollow-point bullets—anything’s possible. She’s a human sniper rifle. Her Quirk is Rifle. All long-distance Quirk holders are jealous of her right hand.
Hello! It’s been about a year, sorry about that. I have seemed to have fallen into the world of Bleach and now can’t get out. I have fallen in love with this stupid little man and am now going to write for him non-stop. So, you have my permission to send in requests for him. I was watching Bleach last night and it was like-3:26 AM and my thoughts start to wonder so…have Toshiro blowing off some steam with you. (A.K.A Toshiro using his tail to hold you up while making out with you.) The bleach fandom hounded me for a while, are you all happy now? You may think I stepped into your domain…Oh how wrong you are. You’re in my domain now… Enjoy.
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Warnings:
Pissed off Toshiro
Bankai activated Toshiro
Sir kink
Aggressive making out
Reader and Toshiro like each other but never admit it
Finger sucking
Hyorinmaru is not amused
Language
Last season Toshiro. (Not Blood War but close. The last series of the original animated series.)
Slightly OOC Toshiro
Toshiro is being a fucking brat
Chocking
(THIS STORY DOES NOT FOLLOW THE CANNON STORY OF BLEACH, DON’T GET PISSED THAT IT DOESN’T LINE UP WITH THE ORIGINAL STORY.)
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“Damn it”! Toshiro yelled loudly as the Menos Grande tore though the icy wings of his bankai. This fight has been going on for an hour now and he was starting to get pissed off. Turning around quickly to face his opponent once more, he send Hyorinmaru out from his hand and had him slam into the overgrown Hollow. The beast let out an earth shattering screech before using its hand to claw away at the ice dragon that had hit it, sending Hyorinmaru to return to it’s master. Bitch. He didn’t have time for this. He has a squad to run, and paperwork to do because god knows that Rangiku never did any of her work and was most likely drinking Saké or sleeping with some random man, once again. The captain gritted his teeth at just the thought. I have to do everything myself, He thought bitterly, his eyes filled with an icy rage. His eyes shifted once again to the large Hollow as it let out another cry before sending a large blast of energy at Toshiro, who brought up a wing to deflect the beam with ease. He let out a growl before charging up his powers once more to allow the Hollow to be take down in one strike. Once he was done charging, one strike was all he needed to- “Toshiro, stop acting like a child and finish this”! He froze for a few seconds before slowly turning to the sound of the voice. (Y/N) (Y/LN). The captain of squad 13. They were rude and inpatient and let their own impulses get the best of them, and now they dare to stand there, not even offering to help, and have the guts to call him a child? Oh the fucking nerve.
“W-what did you say Captain (Y/LN)”? There was a hint of hate as he spoke your formal name and you just snickered.
“Pay attention kid”. Before Toshiro had the chance to fire something back, he was smacked to the ground, hitting it quite hard to the point where a large whole was where his body laid. He heard the other captain let out an over-exasperated sigh before lazily jumping from the building they where perching on and strutted over to the man lying face down into the concrete. “Ya’ know Toshiro? For a captain, you sure suck ass”. Toshiro quickly stood up from his spot, his large ice wings extended and his tail slicking angrily.
“Shut the fuck up. I have been a captain a lot longer than you have Captain (Y/LN), and my name is Captain Hitsugaya, I have no respect for you, you may not call me Toshiro”. Said captain rolled their eyes at his words.
“Whatever snowflake-“. The cry of the Hollow interrupted (Y/N) before they quickly turned to the Hollow and pulling out their Zanpaktou, slicing into the air while watch the beast instantly fade away. “Don’t interrupt me”. They snarled at where the Menos Grande once way before shifting their position and looking down at the tiny Captain. “You took too long shorty, I had to take matters into my own hands”.
“Don’t you dare call me short, and I could handle that myself”. Toshiro yelled bitterly, pushing the other Captain with his shoulder as he began to walk away. (Y/N) scoffed,
“Stop acting like a child Toshiro, it’s starting to piss me off”. They glared at him before hurrying to catch up with him, but was quickly surprised when Toshiro harshly gripped their wrist.
“Say I’m a child one more time Captain (Y/LN), I dare you”. His grip tightened and his bright turquoise eyes darkened with anger. His wings were flattened to his back in anger and his tail violently thrashed around, making a harsh sound as it smacked into the ground. (Y/N) smirked slightly, before leaning in, close to Toshiro’s face, he could feel their breath on his face.
“You are an insignificant child Toshiro Hitsugaya. You will forever be under me”. They expected the man to be angry, but they didn’t expect to be grabbed by the throat by the shorter Captain and dragged into an empty alleyway. “And what do you think your doing”? They snarled out at him as they where violently shoved into the wall, Toshiro’s arms caging their body in.
“Teaching you a lesson”, was his response before his lips where slammed roughly into theirs. (Y/N) couldn’t help be let out a grunt, bringing their hands up to roughly grip onto Toshiro’s shoulder, bringing him closer to their body. The kiss was rather rough but ended quickly as Toshiro pulled away first.
“W-what are you doing”? Their voice was covered in confusion as they panted harshly. Toshiro looked them in the eyes, his breathing uneven.
“Do you wish for me to stop Captain (Y/LN)”? (Y/N) Smirked.
“Don’t back down like a kid”. Welp. That’ll do it. What a brat. Toshiro let out an animalistic growl before slamming his lips back into the other Captain’s with force, shutting them up within an instant. His hands that once caged them in now placed themselves on the other Captain’s hips, lifting the other and moving his icy tail in between his legs to hold (Y/N) up. He brought them closer, hooking his arms around the small of their back while his tail held them up. (Y/N) used this opportunity to give an experimental grind to Toshiro’s crotch. His kisses stopped.
“No. Your not in control here”. He snapped, sharp turquoise eyes shooting daggers into the other. “I’ve had enough of your teasing. It’s time you learned your lesson (Y/N)”. His voice carried an unknown emotion, and emotion that was close to lust, but much more…aggressive. He held the emotion well, letting it overtake his eyes and allowing it to consume him fully. (Y/N) let out a ‘humph’ before rolling there eyes at his newfound dominance.
“You have a lot of nerve Toshir-“. They where cut off quickly as an icy-clawed hand wrapped around their exposed throat, the sharp talons creating marks in their wake. Toshiro could feel their windpipe flex against his hand, trying to widen to allow the body to gain air, he tightened his grip at the feeling. (Y/N) let out a choked gasp before moving their hand up to grip his wrist, there eyes pleading. He leaned in close, a toothy grin plastered on his face.
“How many times do I have to tell you”? He flexed his occupied hand, making them squirm once more. He moved closer, his breath against their ear before his tongue slipped out, licking the shell of their ear before nibbling it slightly and pulling away a little. “It’s Captain Hitsugaya”. A deep, primordial chuckle erupted from him before moving his mouth right back to their ear. “But for right now, sir will do just fine, understand”? He leaned down and gave a harsh suck to their neck. (Y/N) stayed silent. Don’t test me. “I said-“. He thrust his hips up into your crotch. “Understand”? (Y/N) let out a choked moan, his hand still around their throat before nodding their head aggressively. He loosened his claws, allowing the other Captain to breath. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to their lips. “Good. So good for me”. His clawed hand around their throat moved to cup their jaw, making his thumb to their lips. (Y/N) let out a soft moan as they opened their mouth a little to allow the smaller Captain’s entry. His thumb entered slowly, dragging his claw around their tongue to play with it as they sucked and licked around him, moaning at his taste. Toshiro dipped his thumb deeper, allowing it to move to the edge of their throat and they gagged silently, wincing in slight pain as his sharp claw scraped the sensitive walls of their throat. “Hyorinmaru”. Toshiro whispered and the tail holding them up slowly moved to undo their Captain’s robe to slip into their Shihakusho to wrap around their stomach. (Y/N)‘s muscles spasmed at the freezing feeling as a startled moan left their lips. Toshiro slipped his thumb out of their mouth and they let out a silent moan before meeting his eyes once more.
“D-didn’t know you had it in you”. (Y/N) chucked before hesitating, seeing Toshiro’s eyes shine with danger. “I’m sorry… Sir”. Toshiro tisked at their words, using his free hand to hold their back as the tail around their stomach tightened. He slowly dragged them on his crotch, causing them to let out a low groan at the feeling of his hardened member beneath his uniform. “Please sir! I need you. I need you so badly”.
“Begging already”? His voice was teasing. He snorted at the other Captain’s broken composure before slipping his cold hand under their jaw and harshly kissing them, causing them to harshly buck their hips. “Soon”. He promised, his voice holding only the truth. “You’ll be mind soon Captain (Y/LN)”. He moved the hand holding them to their hair, moving their head impossibly closer and slipping his cold tongue into their warm mouth. Toshiro could feel any control list slowly begin to slip away and he pulled away quickly. “We need to go”. He slowly put them back on the ground as they lookout him with uttermost confusing.
“W-what? What’s wrong”? Their voice wavered, their things clenched. They’re as needy as I am.
“Wouldn’t you prefer to do this somewhere more private”? He questioned the other Captain who thought for a moment.
“I-I guess. But Sir, I”- Toshiro cut off the needy words from (Y/N).
“We will go to my quarters, Come now, I don’t like to be kept waiting”. He turned away from them and deactivate his Bankai before holding his hand out to (Y/N) who took it eagerly. “And besides. It’ll be nicer for all of the Soul Society to know who you belong too”.
I beg I beg I beg for someone for someone to please start writing for x male reader bleach fanfics there’s nothing on here and it breaks my heart cause there’s so many characters who’d make great personalities for a descriptive male reader there could be so much variety in these fanfics and I need it please save me I’m drowning in Down badness
Me waiting for y’all to do bleach x male reader content
I beg I beg I beg for someone for someone to please start writing for x male reader bleach fanfics there’s nothing on here and it breaks my heart cause there’s so many characters who’d make great personalities for a descriptive male reader there could be so much variety in these fanfics and I need it please save me I’m drowning in Down badness
Me waiting for y’all to do bleach x male reader content
I beg I beg I beg for someone for someone to please start writing for x male reader bleach fanfics there’s nothing on here and it breaks my heart cause there’s so many characters who’d make great personalities for a descriptive male reader there could be so much variety in these fanfics and I need it please save me I’m drowning in Down badness
Me waiting for y’all to do bleach x male reader content
I beg I beg I beg for someone for someone to please start writing for x male reader bleach fanfics there’s nothing on here and it breaks my heart cause there’s so many characters who’d make great personalities for a descriptive male reader there could be so much variety in these fanfics and I need it please save me I’m drowning in Down badness
Me waiting for y’all to do bleach x male reader content
