wsg shawty I'm a ace whore

howdy 20 any pros

[fictionalwhor3]

Ok so im changing some things imma make this a 14-DNI theres probanly not any kids here but my sibling turned 15 and is thinking abt joining tumblr so im changing this now if and when i do ever post smut MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH IT ty :)

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[ywrt]

HAI!!! so sorry to bother you but will there be a part 3 of run rabbit run and if there is may we see a sneak peek :3 IF NOT THAT'S TOTALLY OK FEEL FREE TO DELETE :)))

Yep, there will be a next part for Run rabbit, im just having kind of a block right now

I plan for the next one to be longer than the last one too

Below for the sneak peek

Until now i have a little more context of what happen when Reader scape

And a little dialogue of Clark

I hope soon i'll be able to continue writing it

[shapeshifterexile]

Sneak Peak of Pt 2 of Batfam x Neglected!Dead!Reader

TW: BODY HORROR AND GORE. I AM BEING SERIOUS. HEAVY BODY HORROR AND GORE. JASON FUCKED UP. READER IS SUFFERING. DO NOT READ IF SENSITIVE TO BODY HORROR OR GORE.

What had he done. Sweet Jesus, what had he done.

Your body wheezed, eyes glowing green as your nails dug into Jason's arms, and he held you close as you continued to scream, asking himself why he needed to make you suffer more. Why did he need to keep hurting you.

Everything hurt.

Your soul, your ghostly form, the one you'd gotten so used to after finally dying, was yanked back into your body, dragged and pulled by what felt like thousands of uncaring hands, bound and suffocated into a rotting corpse as you felt maggots and rot eat at your body.

You felt like you were drowning as the pit's water worked through your lungs, lungs that were damaged and barely there, restoring what had long been gone.

Every tissue that had bloated and died and been eaten by the bugs that considered your corpse a feast grew back, ever single nerve agonizingly regrowing itself as sensation burned through your body, bones cracking as they mended themselves.

Worse still, your body was ripped from the waters before it could finish. It couldn't even finish healing fully.

You could still feel the maggots digging into your flesh, eating through everything, the lining of your intestines, feel the mold growing up your spine, the fungus that was wrapped around your heart and arteries, all while your skin was red, barely healed, and you clutched tightly onto whoever had pulled you out, screaming at everything you could now feel.

As a ghost, everything felt cold. You felt nothing besides cold. You did not feel the maggots, the bugs, the mold, fungus and the decay. You felt it all now. You felt the mold that spread up your spine, you felt the maggots chewing through your intestines and digestive track and muscle, larvae hatching, the slight pressure of eggs in the pits of muscle, your felt the worms that inched through the gaps in your body, now eating the new body that had replaced the rot.

You tried to speak, tried to make a sound, but to your despair, your vocal cords were one of the things the pit had not healed.

Your tears too, when you found when you tried to cry, were gone, and instead, the only thing your dry eyes blinked out was gore and pieces from your barely attached eye.

[starp1ll]

"College debt isn't gonna pay off itself, Steven"

[fictionalwhor3]

YESSSS ITS FINISHED I'M SO HAPPY

[starp1ll]

dude i wonder what they're gonna make

[fictionalwhor3]

Me rn

[ywrt]

Yooo about your paranoid reader x Batman blurb that you wrote, could you do a part two? Maybe one where reader keeps flinching at sudden movements around the Batman or refuses to turn their back on them? Just, small things that start to add up in the background until someone tries to grab reader (bonus points if it’s to try and hug them) and reader freaks out/shoves them off and runs away to hide somewhere in the mansion

Part 1 of whatever my brain made at 4 am

Sorry, it may not be what you asked, i promise in the next part to put more moments with the family

Run rabbit, RUN

Fem! Panaroid Reader x neglective batfamily

Warning: use of Y/N, prob Ooc, no proofread, inacurate anxiety attack, attempt or murder, child abuse, weapons, writer knows little of DC and just writes for fun, English is not my first language

Words: 1,8k

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No one has ever want you even once

You had try to be likeable

You really tried

When you were little, you remember being quiet, as quiet as possible so mommy could have her break, after all, mommy was always so busy and she always worked so hard so you could have something to eat, something to play with and something you could use for school

Your mother was a good woman and a great mother, she may hit you on your thight when talking too loud or for too long, she may send you to get her crayon packages at night by those scary looking mens, but

You loved your mommy

And thats why you cryed so much when strangers took her away from you, you wanted to be with her, why would they separate you from your mommy?

They would send you to a scary looking house

Where you were to die

Alfred was nice at the begining he try to take care of you, and he was lucky you were a nice girl, so you always stayed quiet, you never demanded, you never cried or made tantriums

So Alfred as years passed kinda forgot about you

Your father, Bruce Wayne, never really talked to you, you rarely saw him, and he always looked tired and sad all the time, and of what Alfred told you, in that moment Bruce was passing a rough time

He had just lost one of his sons called Jason, so after learning that, you kind of left him to have peace, one day he would look at you and embrace you and apologize for not being precent...right?

Barbara was there you guess, she was very rarely around the house and you had heard her refering to her father that was not Bruce...you really never understood what was she suposse to be in the family

Richard was there too, he told you to call him "dick" but that was HORRIBLE, your teacher taught you to never say bad words like that, so you call him Richard anyways, he was there for some seconds, until he leaved you for other stuff, it must had been bad for him too, the lost of his younger brother and all, so you never try to push, you ended up never really seeing him

And there was Tim, he came after Jason's dead too, so you thought you two could bond over being kinda ignore...but all contrary, in fact, Bruce talked to him freely and so did Richard, he actually kinda hated you, he would ignore you when you try to talk to him by his door or just tell you he was busy

Maybe the problem wasnt the grief...maybe you just...werent wanted on the house

But one day Jason came back!! If he was back, maybe everything would be fine, maybe with his arrival, you would finally have a brother, or even better, your whole family would finally see you!

Oh how wrong you were, you were so foolish to think Jason would welcome you with open arms

Because when you try to approach him and present yourself, he attack you giving you a punch in the face, strong enough to make your lips bleed and trow you in the grownd, Richard manage to stop him before anything came out to the worst

But he never conforted you, he didn't even help you to stand up

He just said excuses to defend him "he hasgone through a lot" "forgive him, he had it bad today" what was that kind of excuse!?...you at least learn something

always avoid Jason Todd

Stephenie came one day

Unlike the others, she try, she really did, she was a good old sisters but, you guess the grow ups life got her consume and slowly she left too

Cassandra didnt even try to talk to you, she just stare...she was so weird, and scary, you did not like her at all

Duke came, but you never really tried with him, you were just tired at that point, you two time to time would share good mornings and hellos, but nothing more asides that

You seemed like a strager in your own hom- no, house, and everything got worse when the demon appear, when that devil boy came through the doors, you were kniting on the sofa of the livingroom, one of the things you did to make your stress calm down since every visit Jason had in the house, left you with a beating heart of flash and a strage ache on your chest

When you saw him, the little boy, you only smiled softly and wave at him, he maybe was just another kid Bruce got from who knows where

You were at peace, until the boy got out a damn dagger and jumped into you, he stabbed your chest multiple times saying nonsense of "there can only be one" and "im the only heir" you could pnly thing of how painfull it all felt, the shock didnt let you move at all,he try to stab your face when you saw Tim holding him down, everything hurt, you began to fall unconcious, you saw Richard approaching you...and you fell unconcious...

You wake up in a weird place, it was too dark, you were attached to IVs? Blood? Your gaze was blurry

You were alone, it was cold and you were so scared, that kid try to kill you!! Surely Bruce wil do something about it...no?...he may had passed his son having punching you because it was his dead son, but he would not let this pass...right?

Alfred came into view, he told you something you couldnt hear and checked around you

Then Bruce appear, he took a glance at you, your father was here, finally, he was going-"You must forgive Damian...he had gotten life dificult, he didnt meant what he did"

Those were the only words you heard before he left...

After that, no one really saw you after, it was until some weeks that you finally were capable to go to your room, when you got out of that place that was not an hospital, you saw around you stones, multiple big computers and a damn dinosour!?...where the fuck were you!?

You try to ask Alfred but he didn't told you anything

Once you were back in your room, you took a glance at your body, you had a little scar on your cheek...it seems that child manage to slash your face before he was pulled away...the you pulled your shirt up and saw 6 stab scars around your chest....oh god, you pull it down imidiatly after seeing it...oh god

You almost died, that child...no...that demon try to killed you and your father...your family...THAT family did not cared at all

Did they even loved you? Were you even concider part of the family?

What if Bruce actually wanted you gone? What if all he did, passing the stuff his children did to you, was so you could be gone

He hated you and the rest also hated you

They rather saw you dead than take you to the streets

They- the demon, what if he try it again?What if he try to kill you again? Oh god no, oh no, he-he may try other things, what if while you were asleep? Or with your food? Or even send another person to-

...

They were going to kill you

After the accident, you became a ghost in the manor

You were out mostly at night because you noticed they were usually gone by that time

Alfred began to become worried, you never went out of your room if it wasnt for school or to eat if Alfred swore the family wasnt eating in the table

He also notice after ghe accident that you stopped kniting...maybe it trigger the accident?

He try to make Bruce take a hint that maybe he should check on you, but Bruce has always been stuborn

So he decided to do it on his own

You were sat down on the table, Alfred saw you flinch when he came back with tea, he didn't said anything about it, he just placed the cup in front of you

You just stared at the cup...

"Miss Y/N, has there been something troubling you?"Alfred asked calmly, but you kept staring at the cup

"...Miss Y/N?"

"Alfred...could you get me...ice?"

"Ice?"

Alfred repeat to make sure he had heard her well...ice? For tea?

"Yeah...ice..."

"...imidiatly Miss Y/N"

After some minutes, Alfred came back with a bowl of ice, when he saw Dick approach with a smile, he took a glance at you and...you looked terrify

Dick try to pet your head, but as soon as he moved his hand, you threw the whole burning cup straight to his face, the hot liquid went around his face, neck and chest, he let out a scream of pain by the burn, Alfred call for him as she grabbed a towel to try to dry him off...

You were so scared, all you did was scream terrify to Dick to go away from you, and you ran, ran to another room, far away from him

By luck it didn't left a scar, still, Bruce was furious when he found out, he went through the house, calling for you...but you were not on sight

The anger grew to worry, because he had search EVERYWHERE, but you werent in the house...it was night, he should be out already, but you werent anywhere, you maybe scape the house? Oh god no, what if you end up hurt? Or worse?

What he did not know, was that you were hiden on the attic, trembling and scared, scared of Bruce, you just hurt his golden boy, and he had already show you how much important you are to him

He will have you dead, you were sure of that

You started to breath fast, you couldn't breath, you were too focuse on thinking sooner or later, they would find you and they will make it painful

You didnt even noticed that your whole body became transparent, you were now invisible, Your powers, powers that you didn't knew you even had awaken when you started to think how would Bruce kill you when he finds you

You had to Run, run far away from the house, the manor was no safe place you had to RUN

"P-please...someone...save me..."

You plead almost like a pray

You stayed curl up in a corner trying to breath, without know that far away from gotham, a tal man with curly ends in his dark hair had heard your call for help

Hello!!

Thank you for reading till the end

I wassnt going to make anything with the og post at the start, but seeing how much support it had i decided to make it an actual fanfic

This one will be short, maybe 5 chapters?

The chapters will also be slow with this one, since i already have two long fic on the way

Thanks too to all the people in the comments on the og post that left their own ideas for the fic

[smokerslungsss]

If you or anyone you know is/are struggling with suicidal thoughts, self-harm, depression, or mental traumas, please reach out to the Suicide & Crisis Lifeline by calling or texting 988 for immediate, confidential support.

Premise: Platonic! Yandere! Batfamily × Neglected Addict! Suicidal! GN! Reader.

Tags: Use of They/them, you/rarely first!pov,

Former chap: You and jason has a weird talk, or more so a 25 minute half silence, half talk, half of whatever, now you’re trying to uncover what the hell jason is talking about and why he disappeared for six months.

Note: hiiiiiiiiiiiii

Chapter Seven

Masterlist

———————-

A Burning Temptation

It’s been nearly a week since that conversation..or half ass of a conversation with Jason, and something has been bothering you ever since.

You didn’t know what it was, but you knew that it was an aching feeling of missing something.

With your thoughts in a babbled mess, you went to cool off in the swimming pool.

Walking towards the pool, holding a bag with just your change of clothes and some lotion—knowing your skin get dry—and a hairbrush, you moved.

Passing the grandfather clock, you didn’t think too much about it but turned your head to stare at it.

‘..The hell.’ You muttered, and checked your phone.

6:34.

You looked at the Clock.

6:37.

‘Annoying shit, why hadn’t anyone noticed—‘ You started to speak, but flinched back when you saw Damian just..standing there, his hands on his sides, with that stupid look on his face.

‘___.’ He said your name, tone slightly tense.

‘Damian.’ You muttered. ‘Stop sneaking up on people like that. You’re going to give someone a fucking heart attack.’ You reprimanded him, more annoyed then scared now.

‘Where are you going?’ He asked, eyes glancing at the clock, then your phone then to your face.

‘Why is that any of your business?’ You asked, running a hand through your hair.

‘..Because it is.’ Lame. Damian didn’t think you’d actually ask him why.

‘Piss off, go bother Timothy or something.’ You turned to walk away.

In Damian’s defense..he didn’t like the fact you were always kept out of..well.

‘..there is a saying, a clock will constantly and willingly tell you the time, but often holds the dearest times to itself.’ He spoke quietly and you whipped your head around to see him gone.

looking at the clock, your phone, the time.

6:38 on your phone.

6:38 on the clock.

‘Huh.’

…

‘This is so stupid, why do i even care about a clock.’ You muttered underneath your breath and started to walk into your room, grabbing a notebook, your phone and a pen.

You sat down in front of the grandfather clock the next day.

*Hiii, this part is slowly explained as you go down.

12:00 on your phone.

You looked up at the clock.

12:00.

You scratched off 12:00 am from your notebook.

..

1:00 on your phone.

You looked up at the clock.

1:01.

‘Huh.’

You looked down and wrote 1:01 on your note book.

..

2:28 on your phone.

You looked up at the clock.

2:28.

You scratched off 2 pm off your notebook.

.

hearing footsteps you closed your notebook and hid the rest of the stuff with you in your pocket.

‘..___..what are you doing..?’ Someone asked, you looked up to see Barbara staring down at where you were sitting, pockets full and your phone lighting up with some messages from a group you thought you silenced months ago.

‘Nothing, what’re you doing?’ You asked, or more just to chase her off your back.

‘I was..uh..Alfred told me to tell you that a light dinner is happening in a bit, he’s trying a new recipe so..’

‘..Okay? i’ll be there, probably.’ You shrug, unsure why she was still standing there, her eyes fixed on your now darkened phone, she opens her mouth to speak again but you cut her to it.

‘Is that all? Can you go away? I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone right now.’ You scoffed, turning away to look at the clock then the notebook.

‘Right..see ya at dinner then.’ She turns and walks off, but not before her eyes look at the clock and at you.

‘Fuck.’ She whispers, should she tell Bruce about this? That you’re standing right at the biggest entrance that leads to the Batcave? would you even solve it..?

‘Solve it..Would they?’ she whispers to herself, though you can’t hear it as she already turned the corner.

‘Huh..Do i want them to solve it?’ …

..

3:19 On your phone.

You looked at the clock

3:20.

…

Hours passed, slowly but surely from 12 am to 12 pm, you found out that six minutes in each hour was either wrong or incorrect.

This is what you got.

1:01 pm.

3:20 pm.

5:04 pm.

6:38 pm.

8:09 pm.

And finally.

10:19 pm.

‘The fuck..? am i reading into this too hard?’ You muttered, now in your bedroom, the window opened and a joint between your fingers.

Did you really spend nearly 10 to 11 hours just to see what different times is on that old stupid grandfather clock? It’s old! so old it probably has its own dust!

Groaning you looked at the numbers again.

‘The hell am i missing?’ You uttered.

—

“A clock will constantly and willingly tell you the time, but often holds the dearest times to itself”

The words hit your slow moving brain like a train, staring down at the numbers, you paused.

‘..Is it the hour? or the minute?’ You sighed and lifted your feet, placing them on the desk and you went on your phone, looking the numbers up.

-What does 1356810 mean?-

Something about manufacturing codes came up and you scoffed.

-What does 020301 mean?-

Nothing came up but images of APS and journalists.

-What does 1034899 mean?-

Nothing, you scrolled down images and froze.

A link.

Not just any link.

A professional Link about the Waynes.

You clicked on it.

It started out with what happened.

The Wayne family, Gotham’s most influential group, has been found shot dead in an alleyway with their son — Bruce wayne whom was uninjured and unharmed at the scene of the crime.

You kept reading, of course you knew how your father’s parents died, but seeing the photos of the tape outlines, of the yellow 1, 2, and 3s all around and blood everywhere, it made you look away.

You wanted to close the tab.

Wanted to forget this.

But forgetting isn’t something you can do.

Not that you cant do it, your body, brain and soul wont let you forget.

..

‘..Ugh..’ You groaned softly and looked down to see if there any information on why this popped up.

Found dead at 10:48 pm on September 19. Gotham has struck again, Bruce Wayne has yet to address the public and it’s company’s standing.

‘..10:48..9..19. Where the hell have i—‘ The time.

The number of minutes.

Looking down at the notebook, you slowly started to write.

10:48 9/19.

..

1048919.

‘The fuck?!’

Why the hell is your grandparent’s death date and time on the clock? why would anyone not notice this? there’s no way that no one noticed this.

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Next day, the Sun shined down into your dirty room, glowing the clothes on the floor, the empty plate where you grabbed them from the light dinner you never went too, the wrappers, the scent from yesterday as you sprayed the entire room down with air fresheners.

..

6:03 am.

‘Goals.’ You muttered and stood up, walking to the bathroom.

Disgusting.

That’s how you looked.

That’s how anyone could describe you at this moment.

Groaning, you took a shower and dried your hair off before heading into your room.

Where the next two hours were soent on cleaning and half of it was just shoved in the small closet you had.

8:43 am.

‘ugh..finally. I’m starving.’ You hummed and walked off to the kitchen but froze at the grandfather clock.

‘…’

‘…___?’

‘Fuck!’ You flinched back, staring at Timothy, who looked both surprised and flustered?.

‘The hell, Timothy! warn a bitch next time.’ You run a hand through your hair.

‘Sorry, are you grabbing breakfast?’ He asked and started to walk side by side with you, his ears slightly reddened.

‘Obviously.’ You rolled your eyes and finally the kitchen was right there, welcoming you.

Walking in, you see Bruce and Alfred chatting but Bruce’s eyes immediately look to yours as you head inside but—like always—you headed to the plates where alfred left you pancakes and some chocolate.

‘..starving.’ You started to eat, not noticing or maybe not caring for the tense atmosphere in the room.

‘..Ahem..___.’ Bruce speaks and you looked at him, cheeks filled with food.

..you looked..

So childish.

So innocent and soft.

As if he hadn’t ignored you.

As if he wasn’t the worst father someone could have..

‘What?!’ You spoke, snapping him out his trance and he looked down.

‘Nothing, Alfred, i’ll be at the company.’ Alfred nods, still cleaning while Bruce gave you one long, unreadable look.

After eating, you looked to yours left to see timothy also still eating, when he started to speak.

You had already walked out.

In front of the grandfather clock, you hummed as you inspected it, looking up, down, inside, outside, hell you even took apart the stupid sticks inside.

But nothing.

You sat down and rolled your shoulders, they ached.

‘..Pathetic, did you really sleep here or what?’ A voice spoke out, looking up it was Damian.

‘If i did? why the hell would it be your problem, freakshow. Go sharpen your stupid blade.’ He went silent at that and shrugged, turning to walk off but you heard something.

‘..overhead and right in your eyes. Idiot.’

‘what?’

‘Nothing.’

You stood up and stared at the grandfather clock, confused but noticed something, the seconds hand twitches around 12.

Opening the glass case, you pressed on 1, expectations were low, but to your shock.

A keypad appeared.

Code?

_ _ _ _ _ _ _

7 digits.

Looking around, you grabbed your shirt and made sure your fingerprints couldn’t be found, and pressed in.

Code?

1 0 4 8 9 1 9

The code scanned for what felt like hours before it beeped green.

You looked up in awe, annoyance, and anger as the clock snuck into the wall and steps appeared.

It was dark, gloomy moving in even one step, you stared as the walls glimmered and shined with a polished look.

‘What the fuck.’

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Notes: HIIIIIIIII IVYS, IM SO SORRY TO HAVE DISAPPEARED FOR SO LONG, I HAD TO FIND A NEW JOB AND EVERYTHING GOT OFF TRACKKK ANYWAYS..cliffhanger.

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[iamlins]

which! neglected! Reader x platonic yandere! batfam

Synopsis: An neglect reader finds a book on magic and

just wants to be loved.

Okay, the reader has been rejected and forgotten by her family all her adult life. Despite the fact that her father is a billionaire, she is still bullied and ridiculed at school.

Her siblings don't seem to notice her, her father doesn't even look in her direction, and even the kind Alfred sees her as just another extra mouth.

She leads a closed lifestyle, does not make friends or communicate with anyone.

Everything changes when she wanders into a strange store on her way home from school, running away from a strange man.

In the store, she is greeted by a strange but pleasant woman. In the store, the reader buys a book on magic, considering it all to be fun.

That evening she sits in her room and out of boredom and Desperation decides to perform a ritual from his new book.

She finds an old expensive wine and mixes It with Her blood.

When the lights go out in the room and the only warmth comes from the many candles found in the pantry, the reader drinks the liquid.

And all she asks is for her family to love her.

He asks to be loved.

When the candles are extinguished by the sharp wind from the puny window, the reader sighs heavily and puts away all the prepared materials and drinks the rest of the wine, hoping to wake up tomorrow without a hangover.

The next morning, the reader, having already forgotten about yesterday's ritual, leaves the house later, as usual, to catch the bus.

But what she didn't expect was Alfred waiting for Her along with Tim, Duke and Damian.

Getting into the car, the reader feels the tense atmosphere despite Duke's slight smile and the detachment of the other two boys.

A dark-skinned boy suggests that the reader go to classes together, because their schedules coincide, and then they should have lunch together, and after lessons they could take a walk around...

The Boy's chatter is stopped by Damian's rude remark.

"She should spend more time with me. She's my older sister. "

When the car stops at the school, the reader literally flies out of it quietly thanking the butler. And still feeling the creepy gaze on my back.

Do part two?

[swaguicide]

.ᐟ BATFAM X NEGLECTED ATOM EVE!READER

I got toxins in my bloodstream

You tried hard to suck 'em out

FEMALE!READER

part 1 part 2 part 3 <you are here>

A/N; i took my time with this fic LOL i hope you guys like it!!

You step into the teen team base nobody’s there.. thank god

You don’t bother changing your clothes you walked straight into your room and collapsed onto your bed.

Sleep comes almost instantly, talking to Bruce drains your energy.

By the time you woke up, the morning sunlight was shining through the window.

You yawned, you still have to go to school. great just great.

you change into your uniform and walked to school you already late but that’s better then everyone seeing Bruce Wayne’s daughter flying to school.

By the time you arrived, It was second period.

You spotted mark by his locker and walked over.

“Hey y/n!” He looked you up and down “you look like hell!”

“Wow thanks mark.. you really know how to make a girl feel special..” you rolled your eyes

He winced.

“..sorry?”

“I got into a fight with Bruce.”

You shrugged.

“I’m staying at the teen team base for now.”

Mark frowned.

“Hey.. you can always stay with me.”

“Thanks mark, But if I stay with you, Bruce’s gonna figure it out.”

You sighed

“right now I just need to avoid Tim or Damian. I can’t stand seeing either of them… or Bruce.”

Before you could say anything else mark suddenly grabbed your arm and shoved you inside his locker.

“HEY—“

“Shh!” He quickly shut the door

“lockers don’t talk! Tim’s coming.”

You could hear Tim’s footsteps.

“Mark, right?”

That was Tim.

As mark nodded “yeah… yeah, uh y/n brother right?”

As Tim nodded. for a second, neither of them said anything they looked at each other awkwardly.

With that Tim coughed

“Uh… y/n ran away from home last night…”

Your heart dropped, their already trying to find you?

“we couldn’t find her anywhere.” He hesitated. “Has she called you?”

“What?” Mark did a surprisingly good job of looking confused.

“No..no, why’d she run away?”

As Tim looked around awkwardly “not really my place to say”

He pulled a small piece of paper out of his pocket.

“if she texts you call me please.” He handed mark the note.

As mark nodded. “I will.”

Tim gave one last glance down the hallway before walking away.

The moment he disappeared around the corner, mark opened the door.

And you practically fell out as you coughed “it smells like axel body spray In here!” You fanned the air

“Not important! Tim might be onto us.”

You bust yourself

“They don’t call him the world greatest detective for nothing.” mark added

“That’s Bruce.” You say rolling your eyes

“..right..”

You sighed “but still. I can’t stay here they’re bound to find me. Wanna skip school with me?”

“Hell yes!”

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The two of you ducked behind an alley.

Pink energy surrounded you.

Mark slipped into his suit.

Within seconds, Atom Eve and Invincible shot into the Gotham skyline.

“Anything on Cecil’s radar?” you asked.

Mark checked his phone. “Just one.”

“What is it?”

“Mister Twister.”

You blinked. “…That’s his villain name?”

“I know.”

“That’s awful.”

“I know.”

“I could’ve come up with something cooler.”

“You absolutely could’ve.”

The two of you arrived just as a massive tornado ripped through the middle of downtown.

Cars flipped.

Windows shattered.

People screamed.

“Well…” you cracked your knuckles. “Let’s get to work.”

You created giant pink platforms, catching falling civilians before they hit the ground.

Mark punched through the swirling winds, aiming straight for Mister Twister.

“You think you can stop the storm?” Mister Twister laughed, the wind around him growing stronger.

Mark didn’t answer.

He just flew straight at him.

Yeah… talking wasn’t really his thing.

As Mark’s fist connected with Mister Twister’s chest, sending both of them crashing through the side of a building.

“Invincible!”

He pushed himself out of the rubble with a groan. “I’m okay!” Mark wiped the blood from his lips

You formed dozens of pink chains, wrapping around the tornado and slowly pulling it apart.

Before you could finish

CRACK.

Lightning exploded overhead.

Five more heroes landed nearby.

Kid Flash.

Wonder Girl.

Red Robin.

Superboy and Arrowette.

Kid Flash looked around.

“Whoa.”

He pointed at you.

“I’ve never seen you guys before.”

“I’m invincible, she’s atom eve.” Mark answered.

Bart snorted

“Invincible?”

Mark signed “.. yeah.”

“Bit confident, don’t ya think?”

Superboy floated beside you, folding his arms.

“Nice constructs.”He glanced at your pink constructs before looking back at you.

“Thanks” you glanced at him “.. you trying to compliment me?”

Superboy rubbed the back of his neck, “maybe?”

Wonder Girl rolled her eyes.

“Connor.”

“What?”

“We’re fighting.”

“Oh.”

“Right.”

Red Robin didn’t say a word.

Instead… He just stared at you.

Again.

God.

Could this guy stop looking at you?

“What?” you asked.

“…Nothing.”

You decided to let it go, you knew Tim wasn’t dumb. He was the opposite.. but because he never really talked to you or really hanged out with you he never knew you were atom eve. You weren’t planning on telling him anyways.

Kid Flash suddenly zipped between the two of you.

“Can we save the introductions? The tornado guy is still very much a tornado guy.”

Red Robin blinked “..right”

“Stop talking! “ Arrowette interrupted, already drawing another arrow.

The seven heroes charged together.

Wonder Girl smashed through chunks of flying debris.

Arrowette fired cable arrows around collapsing buildings to keep them standing.

Kid Flash evacuated civilians before they even realized they were in danger. Perks of being fast.

Superboy punched straight through the eye of the tornado.

Mister Twister crashed into the pavement, then he smiled, with one violent twist of his arms, the cyclone exploded outward.

Your heart stopped, you could hear kids scream in a school bus but, mark was caught in the tornado.

He slammed through the side of a building before disappearing beneath a cloud of concrete and glass.

“SHIT— INVINCIBLE!”

No answer, your eyes darted between the bus and..

mark.

The bus..

Mark..

The bus…

Your hands clenched.

Damnit.

You flew towards the bus.

A giant pink platform caught it before it could hit the ground.

The children cried as the bus slowly floated back onto the street.

“You’re okay.” You whispered to the kids

“Thank you, atom eve.” One kid said between crys.

You smile as you turn, shit it might be to late.

“INVINCIBLE!” Before you could fly over, a fist burst through the rubble. Mark came out stumbling, coughing.

Relief hit you so hard your knees almost gave out.

“Thank god..” you let out the breath you’d been holding.

Mark wiped the dust off his suit.

Before mister twister could recover, you thrust both hands forward. Massive pink constructs shot from the ground wrapped around his arms, legs, and torso.

He struggled. The restraints only tightened.

“invincible!”

“I’m on it!”

Invincible flew like a missile.

BOOM.

His punch landed square in mister twisters chest.

You looked down at the unconscious villain for a moment.

“..well.”

You rubbed the back of your neck.

“That was way harder than it needed to be.”

Superboy landed beside you, dusting the dirt off his gloves. “You fight pretty well.”

“I know.”

A small smile tugged the corner of his mouth.

“And humble too.”

“The humblest.”

before you could say anything else Kid flash zipped past.

“Can we finish talking after we deal with the clean up?”

As wonder girl nodded toward the unconscious mister twister

“We should probably help with that.”

As Superboy glanced back at you.

“..Right, yeah” he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’II see you around… I guess.”

“Maybe.”

As mark landed beside you just as superboy walked off

“You know him?”

“He’s Tim best friend, Connor. he’s a Kent”

“He seemed nice.”

You look over as Connor helped move debris with wonder girl.

mark bumped your shoulder.

“C’mon. Cecils probably wondering where we are.”

You nodded “let’s go” you both flew up, it’s getting pretty dark.

—-

Red Robin hadn’t stopped watching you once.

Something wasn’t adding up.

And he intended to find out what it was.

As you and invincible flew off, Tim pulled out his phone and he opened Bruce’s contact.

Tim:

“B, do you have a file on atom eve the superhero?”

A few seconds later, Bruce replied.

Bruce:

“I can check, why?”

Tim:

“No reason”

He slipped his phone back into his pocket as he helped his team with the clean up, There was something about you.. he couldn’t put his finger on it.

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# YOU HAVE A NEW MESSAGE !

SMAU: Being the new proxy isn't that easy, but over time you can get along well with your coworkers.

⋮ B. Thomas, T. Wright & T. Rogers

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She is evil and lustful. She’s just better at hiding it 😪😪😪😪

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Like oh since u got a new hoe I’m useless no I understand. I understand. This meant nothing and u hate me I get it.

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Falling For Them

Lucifer x Reader x Lilith | AO3 | Part 1 (Here)| Next ->

Chapter One: Golden Lilies And Angel Feathers

POV: Reader:

Since your Fall, there have been three things you pride yourself in; not letting your eternal punishment defeat you, resisting further temptation, and keeping a low profile. Were these odd priorities considering you had already lost it all and landed in literal Hell? Sure. But being a seraphim doesn’t just leave you overnight. Usually. Unless you become roommates Verosika Mayday and let her take you out drinking. Then everything falls apart apparently. But it’s fine! You’re totally totally fine! Everything is great! You just need to escape from in between two sound asleep, very pretty and very naked blonde strangers, find your clothes, do the walk of shame home, and find verosika’s stash of painkillers for her hangovers. This is all her fault, if you think about it. She owes you.

Twelve Hours Ago:

Typically you were fairly good about avoiding huge events. Even with Verosika trying to drag you out with her and her group fairly often. But according to her, this one was non negotiable. The Asmodeus himself was opening a new club in Lust, and everyone who was anyone was going. Which was even more a reason to skip, frankly, but Verosika had worked her ass (and other parts) off at work to win VIP tickets to the grand opening for her, her weird boyfriend Blitz (with an O somewhere that is not pronounced apparently), or whatever his name was, you, and a few others. A very generous end of year bonus frankly, Succubi got good benefits. Anyway, it would be rude to ditch her. Friendship was about compromise after all, and angels are amazing friends! Or, well, fallen angels in your case… You should be used to that by now, but you aren’t. Do others get used to it…?

Looking back, going to that club was your first mistake. The second was letting Verosika and her friends dress you up. You ended up in a rather short dress with a sweetheart neckline and a handkerchief skirt, with long detached sleeves so you could move easier. The fabric was a vibrant purple and seemed to shimmer with a golden glitter pattern that formed a particular type of flower in the light. You couldn’t remember the name of them for the life of you. The trim at the neck and skirt, along with the sleeves themselves were made of pink and white feathers. You were going to kill Verosika. Was she trying to make people realize what you were?! But she swore to you that feathers were very in at the moment. Less and less sinners had wings in recent years, so they were becoming more luxurious and hard to get.

The jewelry was a whole other thing. A golden snake belt and an apple necklace. Really hitting the nail on the head, huh? You knew she was getting tired of your reluctance to accept Hell and your moping around, but this wasn’t even subtle. Going out for a night of sin, wearing the reason you fell from grace as accessories.

You agreed secretly with The Original Fallen for millennia. Samael. Quietly resenting your elder sister, Sera for leading the charge to cast your mutual friend away. He was right. Humanity deserves to choose their own paths. How could anyone truly be good unless given the opportunity to be evil? Adam and Eve were not truly good people, they were blank slates. That choice allowed them to choose their own paths.

After millennia of silence, you couldn’t stand the casual, quiet slander against your old friend anymore. It wasn’t exactly constant bashing, but in a way, when his existence was ignored, it felt worse. So you foolishly approached Sera, to confide, to reason with her. Not to bring him back, but to suggest at least an open communication with Hell! It would benefit the winners! They could write to their loved ones who chose darker paths. Because surely parents and spouses and children still miss their loved ones, even if they were not as pure. And… perhaps you could write to Samael and even to Lilith. You had not known her nearly as long or as well as you had Samael, but you could remember faintly how beautiful and brave and stubborn she was. You understood why Samael had chased her like a moth to flame. You had almost done so too.

It had not gone over well with Sera. She saw through it immediately. You had truly wished to help the winners as well, but The Morningstars being even part of the reason was more than enough to upset the council. Sera loved her rules. She followed the laws of Heaven to the letter. Sister or not, the council must hear of this, and decide your fate. And so they did. You were accused of following The Morningstar. Of worshiping him. Of trying to contact him to join his flock. A huge exaggeration, really, but there was no point in reasoning with them.

When you landed in Hell, it was the worst physical pain you ever felt. And the first. Pain receptors were… new. You had kept your wings at least. The only mercy Sera negotiated for her sister. But they were now a darker, greyish blue instead of periwinkle. So were your eyes. And soon a splitting headache overtook you, like two knives were exiting the top of your skull, twisting their way out. Not knives, it turned out. Horns. Spiraling horns like a sheep. Haha, God has a sense of humor. After being called part of the Morningstar’s flock, you became a damn sheep. Good one, Almighty.

Your first thought was to go find Samael. But now that it was real… Now that you were in his realm… It felt foolish. After nearly ten thousand years, why would he remember you? Why would he miss you? An old friend from days long gone, days that probably pained him to recall. What if your presence disturbed the fragile peace he had created with his love? What if he didn’t believe you when you said you voted for him to stay in Heaven?

No. No it would tear you apart completely if he rejected you. If your existence pained him instead of overjoyed. So you set off on your own. You ignored the newspaper articles stating that there was a search and rescue for a new Fallen Angel that The King sensed in his domain. Search and Rescue…? No, it was probably more of a manhunt. Angels were despised here, you figured that out fast. Keep your head down and wings hidden. And you did that for four months. Until you got hired as an assistant by a pop singer named Verosika Mayday, who thankfully turned into a friend you could trust. Eventually.

You had to admit, the outfit looked good on you. And damn Verosika was good at makeup. The shoes weren’t as elaborate, black platform boots over torn fishnets, but they pulled the outfit together. And finally, Verosika handed you a masquerade mask. A white feather swan mask, matching the feathers on your dress. Verosika explained that it was changed to a masquerade at the last minute. ‘Some important guests don't want to be recognized or photographed or whatever.’ Interesting…? Well okay, you can do this. It’s just a big party. Your first since The Fall. If Heaven’s galas for the higher angels even counted as parties. You suspect this will be rather different…

POV: Lucifer Morningstar:

Why was he going to this thing again? He hates parties. He hates Sinners. Well, except for his Lilypad, but she was hardly a Sinner. Oh right! Lilith! That’s why he’s going! Well, and to support Ozzie, but mostly because Lilith asked him to. It had been ages since they last went out together properly! With their duties as Monarchs and the last few centuries of mortals cracking down on witchcraft linked to him, a lot has been happening. And most of all, with the curse. Both he and Lilith were heartbroken that despite all their efforts the traditional way, with magic, with mortal science, with anything, they were yet to have a child. Hell, even with their open marriage and multiple shared partners over the millennia, they were yet to be blessed with a child. Lucifer had been confident that the curse from Eden was no match for a Seraphim…

No, No! He wasn’t thinking of that tonight! Lilith asked for a fun, carefree night to let loose! He was going to magic away his angelic metabolism and get ridiculously drunk with his wife! But… what if he was recognized? He’s The Devil, of course he’d be recognized! So would Lily! Then the whole night would get derailed by nosy patrons of the club and reporters showing up and-

He felt Lilith hugging him from behind before he saw her. She kissed the top of Lucifer’s head and held him close while humming to him, sensing his anxiety. She always could. And this always worked to sooth him.

“What is worrying you this time, my sweet dove? Is the night ahead too overwhelming? We can always stay in~” Lilith spoke softly, voice as melodic as usual. Lucifer swore she was the real angel. He idolized her.

“No, No Lilypad- Well, sorta but I don’t want to cancel! This is important to you, so it’s super important to me! I’ve got this!” Lucifer insisted. He definitely didn’t look adorable, all insistent and stubborn about pleasing his love. Ignore Lilith’s claims. The Devil is not cute! “I’m just kinda worried about uh… y’know, us being recognized? Heh. I just don’t want the paparazzi to ruin our night…”

Lilith laughed softly, turning Lucifer to face her and cupping his face. “Is that all, my love? Why don’t we just ask Ozzie to make it a masquerade event? That way, we can be drunken lovesick fools in peace.” She pecked his nose. Very unfair, his lips were right there! But, her solution did sound perfect. Everything she suggested was perfect. It was Lilith. And if tonight would be him and her, it was going to be perfect.

Lucifer smiled as Lilith chose a mask depicting one of her beloved screech owls. He of course chose a duck themed mask, making Lilith chuckle once more. He’d Fall all over again to hear that sound every day.

Keke appeared out of nowhere, to Lucifer’s usual delight. His precious familiar. She was delivering yet more proof of a fellow fallen angel. A few preened feathers, greyish blue in color. It reminded him of his old friend, but no. These were a darker shade. Hers had been periwinkle. Lucifer smiled sadly at Lilith, both a bit disappointed that it was unlikely to be her. But the night shall go on.

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TIS PEAK M'LORD

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✧ ﹕ TWO TIM(E) ◟ .ᐟ

what if masky was some...thing...that just lived inside of tim? and what if due to some cruel joke in the universe one becomes two...? (also shout out to bambi for basically forcing me to write this..!!) includes: tim wright and masky as two seperate beings (they look identical though), fem pronouns!reader, violence (theres blood and they fight), alcohol (masky drinks a beer), OOC things probably </3, me rambling in a fic thing...!!! words: 1.2k

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Tim has gotten used to the fact that something has been nesting inside of him for years. It was parasitic, or rather used to be, at this point it's been a symbiosis. Though he never really understood how any of this was a help to him either, maybe it just wasn't for him to understand. Not like any of this was understandable to him in any way, Masky was probably the only thing (if he even was a thing and not an actual parasite. Or a demon.) that understood all of this in the slightest. And he seemed happy with his host, or whatever Tim was to him.

Or maybe Masky liked residing inside of Tim because of you. You were the only thing the two of them could agree on (not that they could even talk to each other), you were theirs through and through. You barely even registered that there might be something inside of your loving boyfriend. Tim's always been gruff, sure he was softer with you, but still very much his gruff self. So when Masky occasionally decided to possess him, you didn't really see too much of a difference. He was still gruff, the only big difference was that Masky was quieter than Tim was. You were the main yapper in the relationship, and you didn't mind it whatsoever. Though sometimes the unnerving stare Masky gave you was giving you the creeps, Tim's stare was never that intense. At least not as far as you could remember. Still, you just brushed it off as him having a bad day and went about your day.

So really, there wasn't a huge difference in the way the two of them treated you. Mainly because Tim tried to keep Masky as far as possible away from you. The keyword is tried.

Because the universe had a very cruel sense of humor, one that Tim had cursed time and time again. Of course Masky just somehow became a second, well, him. It was like staring into a fucked up mirror, they looked identical. He had no idea how to even begin to explain why there were two of him now. There probably wasn't even a logical explanation to any of this in the first place. You knew about his family, there wasn't even a point in trying to pass Masky off as his long list twin or some other bullshit.

"Out of your element?" Masky's voice snapped him out of his thoughts as he lounged on the couch, a bottle of beer hanging between his fingers. He was the very picture of nonchalance while Tim was losing his mind.

Tim's jaw tightened slightly, he wanted to strangle him. Or well himself, in some very very weird way. This was like a plot of some shitty fucking horror movie or teen movie. Maybe both. The way he could just say everything was fine, like nothing was wrong, while he had to come up with a convincing lie made his blood boil.

"You could at least pretend to care about this." He snapped at him, turning towards him. God, it creeped him out how similar they looked. "You're just as fucked as me when she comes in, and you know that."

Masky tilted his head after taking a long sip of the beer, not saying anything. "It actually isn't my issue. She likes me better anyway."

That fucker knew what he was doing, he had to. In the blink of an eye, Tim was on him. The beer bottle flew to the ground, shattering with a loudly as beer seeped into the cracks of the floor boards. They stumbled through the living room, Tim's fist connected with Masky's face. A sickening crunch was heard as he towered over him, chest heaving. Blood streamed down Masky's face as he panted just as harshly. But it took barely any time before his own fist connected with Tim's jaw and they were back to fighting each other like two territorial stags. Minus the horns.

Blood was dripping on the floor as they both stood on wobbling legs. Bruises marring their faces, though mostly covered by blood. Neither had any idea which blood splatter belonged to who, but that was the last though on their mind right now. They looked horrible. And still two seconds away from beating each other up again. All because of you. Somehow.

"And you always blamed me for your violence. Maybe it was your own all the time, Tim." Masky chuckled roughly before spitting blood on the ground, looking at him. "Can't blame shit if you start charging like a bull just because I said she likes me bet-"

"Shut the fuck up." Tim snarled, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, which just smudged it. "You have no fucking claim over her and you damn well know it too."

Before it could escalate any further, you finally came back in. Both of their heads immediately snapped towards you. Or rather the sound of you taking off your shoes and jacket, complaining about whatever happened while you were gone. It was normal. They knew this was normal. But nothing about this was normal to them and for a moment, even Masky seemed to panic internally. So much for being the nonchalant one out of the two men.

"Hide." Tim hissed, which brought him an offended look from Masky. "Don't look at me like I insulted your mama. Fuckin' hide."

But even that was too late as you finally came into the living room, seeing Tim. Twice. Both bloody and bruised, their clothes and hair disheveled. And while you thought disheveled Tim was one of the hottest things ever, this was certainly weird enough.

"So..." you started slowly, trying to gather your thoughts.

"Listen, baby. I know this looks weird. Believe me. But I can explain this." Tim intercepted, and he somehow regretted the word vomit that left his mouth after. "This guy's been here the entire time. Not...not like this, obviously. But in me...not like that but as in demon possession or some shit. I don't even know what he is myself but he's here now and it fuckin' sucks. Hun, you gotta believe me."

Tim sounded pleading. Which was new to both of you, he never begged. Usually you were the one begging him.

After that horrendous explanation, your eyes flicked over to Masky, who nodded in reply. It was surprising, you didn't think demons existed. But at the same time, you weren't surprised in the slightest. Not with the people Tim talked about sometimes, especially his hate towards this Jeff fellow or his own boss. You're pretty sure you saw some huge man with grey skin in the woods behind your home once. So, maybe it was normal in Tim's world.

"Well...what do you want for dinner?" You asked, the question so innocent and domestic that Tim thought he died and went to heaven for a good three seconds. Even Masky seemed to be taken aback by how easily you seemed to handle all of this. "Clean yourselves and the blood from my floors first. You made the mess, you clean it."

"Yes, ma'am." Masky nodded, dragging a sputtering Tim with him. Maybe having two boyfriends wouldn't be too bad...even if Tim was suffering through all of this.