(Title is a WIP, figured I'd post this here before putting it on AO3- Morax x reader fic, for now, blame Natlan's angsty music for this if anyone sees it)
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6
Perhaps it was, as always, inevitable- something that happened unto her rather than something she made happen by choice.
That is the thought running through her head as she gazes at the impossible being before her- form arcing as if a floating river of scales, horns arced so beautifully she could fall asleep tracing their shape as if they were a koi fish gliding past from a river below. This is, something that should not be possible- gazing upon the Exuvia a form so sacred of a divine being so powerful from a game of all thingsā¦
A game she- you have now fallen into it seems- but not in the time you know it no, never that (as if fate could be so kind as to place you in a peaceful era.) Ā No, it is just your luck you end up in the bloody Archon War of all events recorded in Teyvat- at the very least you have the luck to have fallen into this realm at itās tail end- if the array of surrounding blades large enough to blot out the fucking sun are any indication- and before one of the moreā¦reasonable? No, Morax was never such, he was the war god of this era remember- thousands of gods blood still tainting his hands with the vivid essence of their divinity, dead for less than even a decade-no this is not the Zhongli of future with all the patience of a doting father- gods. Knowing you, it was just as likely you fell into Inazuma the very second Raiden Ei swung her blade cleaving Inazuma in half (on second thought, perhaps having the Exuvia of Morax gazing down at you as if you were a bug interrupting a picnic in the most bewildering of fashions, is not the worst fate-)
āDo words escape you? I asked a questionā the familiar voice, is soothing, sort of. The threatening tone takes away the comfort it normally brings about and- holy fuck heās on the ground he really is just a long catlike lizard you needs to pick him up by the middle and see if those fanarts are any accurate to the actual result- (Youāre running away with yourself and your sense again, focus)
āIām sorry, could you uhā¦repeat that?ā oh for fucks sakes why did that come out so silent, pull yourself together a bit some form of decorum might let you live a little longer without getting buried-
The being shifts, a gust of warm air following- as if a tired exhale and a sigh of disappointment all in one. āHow is it, you found yourself here. All civilians, were to be moved inland prior to this battle, that I made sure of. So it is either, you are very, very unlucky-ā (not far off now is he love) āOr extremely stupid walking into a conflict between gods headfirst with no protection of any sort. Now.ā Ā The mass moved down and- oh his eyes truly are molten gold they shift as if a roaring river of lava made of the purest gold youāve ever seen- the pass of another exhale- all tempered power and strength beyond that youāve ever known before brushes over you, as his gaze is brought to your level, and with it, the very long face (head? What even is the term for an Adeptusā animal bodyās head-) āWhich. Is it.ā
You feel as if the brief second of eye contact you try make could crush your soul alive and suddenly, your voice runs off alongside your line of thought (excuses)
This is going to be a long day. (decade, really. A very, very long decade)
HELLOOOO hey hey. so. how do u think yandere apollo simon, nahyuta, herlock and kazuma would be with a very VERY affectionate darling.. like. cuddling whenever they can, saying "i love you" out of nowhere and stuff... mweheh
-ĖĖSINCERELY YOURS. . . ->
Iām a sucker for these kind of ask, cuz these would actually give me some Yandere dynamics that I can explore!!
Apollo melts. Heās insecure, a bit high-strung, and constantly worried about proving himself; even in his obsessive state he is in. Yet, your constant affection quiets all of that.
He blushes so hard when you cuddle him in public, but in private he clings back like his life depends on it.
If you say āI love youā suddenly, his heart feels like itās going to burst out of his chest. Heāll stammer, āIāI love you too! You know that, right? Iāll prove myself so you wonāt forget about it!ā
The unhealthy edge comes in when he gets addicted to that reassurance. He needs you to keep saying it, needs you to cuddle him every day. If you ever hold back, he gets desperate and jealous, worrying youāre pulling away.
Simon at the very first, is very stiff about it. Simon is used to control, restraint, and people keeping their distance, so when his darling keeps cuddling him and whispering āI love you,ā it throws him off guard and causes his brain to hay wire.
Deep down, though, it soothes his impulsions. Your clinginess reassures him that you wonāt leave, that youāre bound to him willingly. Heāll never admit it, but it eases his itching paranoia.
Heāll grumble, roll his eyes, say ātsk, youāre insufferableā¦ā but he never fails to always pulls you closer, give you his jacket and strokes your hair when you doze off on him.
Outwardly calm, inwardly consumed is Nahyuta. Your affection feeds directly into his possessive streak for every āI love youā slipped out of your lips feels like a prayer offered to him, and he takes it as proof you belong entirely in his orbit.
Heāll return your touches with almost ceremonial gentleness, brushing your cheek or holding your hand like youāre sacredābut his eyes are always a little too intense. He encourages your clinginess, but also subtly manipulates it
āOf course you love meā¦ after all, no one else could ever understand you the way I do my butterfly.ā
Heāll trap you in soft devotion that he has perfectly mastered, until your affection is something only he can receive and command.
Attention whore Herlock-adores it. Absolutely drinks it up. Your affection strokes his ego like nothing elseāāI am flattered you love me my dear! Yet, After all, who wouldnāt? Genius, dashing, irreplaceable, I amāah, but donāt stop cuddling, it inspires my brilliance!ā
He gets giddy and high (like with his cocaine) when you say āI love youā out of nowhere, and heāll dramatically swoon like itās the first time heās ever heard it.
But behind the silliness, his nature twists it into obsession. He convinces himself youāre utterly enthralled by him, that your affection means youāll never look away.
If he senses your affection wavering, heāll become frighteningly sharp, using deduction to figure out whyāand eliminate the reason no matter what.
Kazuma is more controlled about it, but inside, your affection both soothes and chains him.
He accepts your cuddling with a quiet smile, letting you bury yourself in his arms, but he squeezes back firmly, like heās anchoring you to him.
The sudden āI love youās make his soul softenājust for you. His replies are always steady, a promise like he always do.
āAnd I will always love you. Donāt forget that.ā
As a yandere, though, he canāt help but see your clinginess as confirmation that youāre bound to him. It justifies his possessivenessā¦after all, you want this too, donāt you?
Heāll never let anyone interrupt your affection, and his protective streak turns razor-sharp if someone tries.
Honestly in my opinion. All of them would feed off that affection in different ways. Apollo is addicted to it, Simon is soothed by it, Nahyuta sanctifies it, Herlock glamorizes it, and Kazuma stabilizes it. It is best not to feed their delusions if you wish to see the sweet sunlight anonšš
Synopsis: After losing so much, Spider-woman learns to just keep moving. Only for her to end up somewhere far from home. Her first agenda is figuring out where she is, and how to get back. The only problem is that she ended up somewhere fictional (to her). Playing hero with Batman was not in her bingo cards this year. Hopefully she will be able to make it back home before she catches unwanted attention.
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Chapter 6 - Lock In
Tim Drake takes pride in his detective skills. He is glad he can put his talents to good use, really he is. But this case he is currently assisting on is weird. Weird in a sense that things were unfolding rather quickly.Ā
At first it started as a few missing kids cases. Runaways going missing, and sometimes they unfortunately turn up dead. It wasnāt just runaways though, upon further investigation, it seems they werenāt the only targets.Ā
No, it was much more. Orphans, runaways, even those with families have been going missing and the numbers have quietly increased but not to the point where the public is concerned. The only reason it has gotten any attention is because shelters have documented teens getting scouted and then disappearing and no ransom call, ever.
It has been going on for months, the paperwork and reports being buried until only just recently has it been getting attention by James Gordon. Bruce being how he is, and what led him to become Batman, made it his mission to uncover the cases of missing teens.
What they found was very little but enough to narrow down that this is a group doing. And itās not their first rodeo either. The most common link is the shelters where these runaways go, since Bruce has established some Wayne Foundations around town the cctv around there have significantly narrowed down possible leads.
And then they had a breakthrough, a familiar face kept appearing, but only recently, and thus narrowed down on the search. Just when they were getting somewhere, something unexpected happened.
Life threw a boon. Someone with information was caught. Sebastian. Not only was he caught, he was set up, someone had called and tipped information on Sebastian which led to his capture. Then, said man started spilling information, he talked real fast, shining light on this case that happened to be worse than they all thought.Ā
These kids were lured in for one thing. Trafficking. How they were lured varied, kidnap non-risk teens, bait goods such as drugs or money to the wrong crowd, the vulnerable ones, or straight up recruit those who were interested.
Recruit them for what? Illegal fighting rings is a start. Regardless if you were kidnapped, lured, or went willingly, you were trapped into a crime ring essentially with no escape. Your life was theirs. Some of these kids have lost their lives, and some havenāt been seen since.
Despite spilling, Sebastian hadnāt or wouldnāt disclose the locations of these rings, only that theyāre new to Gotham but not in general. This was never good news.Ā
And yet they were catching more and more people who are directly linked to this case. Some runaways were discovered laying low, but these are just the ones that went willingly, the missing ones are still a now show if not found in a body bag.Ā
Till one of the runaways spoke of a fighting ring behind a bar. A well known bar to be exact.
He felt like this case was coming to an end. Now all thatās left are the missing kids. God after this, he wants to sleep for three whole days.Ā
āGot a breakthrough.ā Barbaraās voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
āWhich one?ā Ah, how can Tim forget?
Theyāre actually working on two cases. The runaways and the newcomer of Gotham who has yet to be identified. The only thing they have to go off of is sketches and looks so farfetched that they havenāt been released to the public.
Only in Gotham as they say. No one says that.
āThe kids.ā She informed him. āOr more like a possible link.ā
āDo tell, I need a break.ā He joked. There was never a break for the geniuses.
āI wish, here, look at this.ā Babs chuckled, āThis man, Jacob,ā cue the picture of the man in question popped up on the bat computer that both Babs and Tim are sharing. āI scanned his face for some time, and guess what?ā
Tim can literally see. āWhat?ā He played along.Ā
āJacob isnāt his real name. Say hello to Eric Mosquera.ā Barbara jazzed hands. āHeās the right hand man of a well known cartel in Spain. It took some time but he got work done, he looks better now than before.ā
āWell now, having a foreign cartel was not in my bingo card for this case. Who do you think is his doctor? They made a miracle.ā Tim sighed. āWhat are they doing here in Gotham? Canāt they stick to their own territory?ā
āOh you big baby, think of it like this. If we stop them here, then Spain is free from a murderous cartel group.ā
āIf only things would go that smoothly. Theyāll just lay low for a bit before rearing their ugly mugs again.ā
āYea whatever, we got this in the bag. Go tell Bruce, Iām going to follow up on something else.ā
āAre you talking about the new ghost vigilante?ā
āYou know it, no matter how many cctv there are in Gotham, they still somehow are barely seen.ā And honestly, itās getting on her nerves. āIām pinpointing locations of arrests and possible sightings of our new meta outsider.ā
Just then a message popped up on the computer, a message Tim sighed for the nth time. āSorry to interrupt your brooding hour B, but I have something I think you want to know. Also you have a message from Commissioner Gordon.ā Reading the message he frowns.
āOn my way.ā Bruce responded.
This information didnāt have to be in person, so he saw no reason for Bruce to come, no, actually now that they know about Jac-er, Eric, they can just go to the bar Eric owns. And would you look at that, it just so happens to be the bar that the mercenary happens to frequent. āNo, I think itās best you go with-ā
āI am fully capable of handling it myself just fine. I donāt require fatherās assistance.ā a third voice snapped. āIām here with Kent, weāre fine Drake.ā And the line was turned off.
The attitude.
āExplain.ā Batman demanded.
Tim held back a sigh āSo you see, the mercenary actually seems to work for Jacob who is actually Eric Mosquera and is the right hand man of the Spanish cartel known as El Conquistador. What a lame nameā¦ā Tim mumbled the last part.
āWhoās in the area?ā Besides Damian and Jon were left unsaid but Tim knew.
āDukeās twenty minutes away looking for a lead on a runaway, but Jasonās in the area. Cass and Steph are in their civvies scoping out shelters and for any suspicious movement. Want me to suit up?ā
āNegative. Let Jason handle it. Iām going to have a chat with Sebastian again. Meet me there in thirty.ā
āRoger that B.ā Welp, so much for a breakthrough. Itās a good thing he was already suited up beforehand.Ā
Just as Tim was about to click on Jasonās icon, Damianās name flashes on the screen first. āDrake, look into the time of now and send it over to me.ā
āHey- wait-ā Tim was caught off guard, with the order āWhatās this about? I thought you didnāt ārequire assistanceā for this.ā He teased, Barbara raised an eyebrow in amusement.
āI donāt.ā Damian snapped and shut the comms off.
āWhat is going onā¦ā Despite the odd request, Tim hacked into the cameras where Damian and Jon were located, Barbara side eyeing in interest. He still had time before meeting with Bruce, so he watched as a civilian threw themselves out of Jon and Damianās path. āWhat the?ā His words caught Barbaraās attention as she focused on what Tim was watching. Recognition flashed in her eyes but kept quiet before focusing on her assignment.
TIm was amused as he watched the stranger panic and apologize. āCute.ā Unfortunately there was no audio, but heās sure Damian recorded it. Looping the video back, Tim couldnāt take his eyes off this civilian. Not much was shown but he couldnāt help but be enchanted, dazed even. It seems Jon and Damian felt the same way. Was this ālove at first sightā for his baby brother?
Whatever, he made sure to save the video and push the stranger out of his mind for now. Time is short and he still needs to tell Jason his mission before he meets up with Bruce. Barbara kept her eyes on the video before returning to type on her laptop.
Tim calls Jason. āWhat?ā
Everyone is so rude today. āWe got a lead on the manager of the bar. Iām sending you the info before I leave. You suited?ā
āYea, let me see what you got.ā
Tim watched all the information sent to Jasonās icon. āAlright then-ā
Tim could only hear movement and Jasonās line went silent, then muffling. āWhat the?ā Had something happened to Jason? But Tim clearly heard movement before the line went silent.
He called out again before hanging up and dialing once more, getting ready to become backup incase Jason needed it. āYou still there?ā
āYea, Iām still here. Iām in the Narrows, following the lead.ā Okay, seems like there was nothing Tim had to worry about.
āGood, while Damian follows the mercenary, you got the manager. Iām seeing some suspicious moments, it seems heās leaving in a hurry. Turn on your commlink, Bruce is already moody as he is.ā
āWhen isnāt he like that?ā Tim can feel Jason roll his eyes. āDid something happen? Whyād you go silent?ā
āJust helping a civilian. She was getting chased.ā
Man today just keeps getting better (sarcasm). āShe safe?ā
āSheās fine, just left. Seems so but Iāll check up on this later, probably a stalker.ā
āAlright then. Iām out to join Bruce. Stay safe.ā Tim ended the call and headed out, making sure to inform Barbara.
āI heard, donāt worry.ā Tim watched Barbara scan the database of a certain voice.
Before he left, he was curious, āWhatcha got over there?ā
āJust some recordings, the tips my dad has gotten, wanted me to run a voice check but as you know, nothing pops up. I think whoever calls is using a voice changer. Clever bastard, why canāt they put this much effort in being the good guys.āĀ
āWell, if anyone can solve this, itās our very own genius hacker. Good luck.ā Tim headed out.
Barbara waved him away as she made herself comfortable in her wheelchair, she pulled out her phone and opened her messaging app.
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āFortunately, those calls get sent to me. They always start out the same.ā Jim presses play on the saved recordings.
āRicardo Rodrigez, age 32, thief and aggravated assault. Gotham Park, smoking and drinking.ā Jim plays the next one. āErick Gardfield, age 19, breaking and entering, car burglary. Grocery Market, South side of Gotham.ā āTrent Dawrin, age 22, several DUIs, alcoholic. Partying at Gotham collage, North side.ā āAndrew Thomas, age 43, domestic violence, stalking, several assaults, battery, gang related crimes. Crime Alley, in a white van, plate nameā¦ā
āThis one was our breakthrough.ā Jim plays the next recording.
āSebastian Davis, age 38. Several counts of sexual assault, selling illegal substances to minors, stalking, and in possession of an illegal fire arm. Stripbar, East End.ā
āThatās when I called you to interrogate him.ā Batman confirms with a nod. āWe received eight tips, and the other five are from our interrogation with you. All through a payphone, never the same location, and I believe theyāre always near.ā
Batman stays silent, head put to work. āVisual?ā
āNever caught. Regardless, I have more information on the kidnappings. We thought it was just trafficking here in Gotham from a crime lord. Bruce, this is bigger than we thought and weāre stretched thin. Sebastian confessed to several hidden and underground fighting rings, kids get thrown in these and they fight and get sponsored, after that, theyāre shipped off to be hunted for sport. Hereās everything we have so far. I know you can find out more.ā He hands Batman a flashdrive. āThese kids, a lot of them are nameless, we got nothingā¦ Iāve got two sheets of papers with names and some with no pictures. Itās what I was able to pull from the system.ā
Batman takes it. Thatās right, once Sebastian was in custody, he spilled so much. All in exchange for protection, that coward. He was the reason that they even know about the mercenary deserter from Australia. Took two days to track him down, and where he frequents.Ā
And now, Damian is on his tail, today.
Batman nods, pocketing the usb in his utility belt. āAnything else?ā
āSo far, no. Nothing about the new vigilante, not even in the media has seen them.ā Jim sighs a deep tired one For such a nosy group of people, heās genuinely shocked they canāt get any pictures other than a blurry figure thatās hard to decipher even with new technology. āNo connection to this either. Think you're scaring them off?ā
His response was nothing but silence as Batman jumped off the building, disappearing in the shadows despite the daylight. Rescuing those kids, and shutting down these āundergroundā fights takes priority.
Now that he knows these poor kids are going through hell in his city, he will stop at nothing to save them. Hell will come to those who get in his way. He wonāt let them become like him.
Jim watched his trusted friend leave him alone on the rooftop of the GCPD Headquarters. Walking down the stairs, heading to his office, he sat down in his room in silence. He and others had worked overtime in order to solve this case. He couldnāt imagine just how long this was going on for.Ā
On top of his desk, was the folder of this case, a profile sat on top of the others, an uncaught criminal-mercenary. Christopher Connor was the name dropped days ago. A ābodyguardā of sorts as well as a military deserter. Government name unknown, just this fake alias was given. Hired by an unnamed person, and has been in Gotham for a little over a year. Tracking him was a bitch, but Batman and his wards were able to locate him.Ā
They still couldnāt find one of the hidden fighting rings, but he knows theyāre close.Ā He can feel it, call it- a detective intuition. Sebastian Davis was tight lipped about that one, Jim knows he knows. All he did was drop names, no locations, no place of residency, not even which side of Gotham they are. Just names, ranks, and descriptions. And heās giving this information out piece by piece. Not enough to complete a puzzle or to fit two together. Just sporadic random puzzle pieces. Heās buying time.
What Batman did get out of this piece of shit was where they would like to scout vulnerable teenagers, or runaways. The dirtiest part of Gotham (ie. The Narrows, Park Row, and Marina to name a few), or the desperate parts of Gotham, like the homeless shelters scattered throughout.
Jim wonders if there will come a time where Gotham would be free of crime. He would love to be alive to see it one day. He just needs hope.
Moving his sights to his computer, he checks his emails and anything of importance. After ten he noticed something. In the tab he sees a pop up. Clicking on it, the three simple words caused a pit to form in his stomach.
āThey know. ScatterāĀ
āThey know?ā He repeated to himself. Was this message left for him? Was he the only one to receive this or was this intended for someone else? Surely not. Surelyā¦ It seems the police are onto something, and this sender is warning them to not get caught. How deplorable, corruption at its finest.
The pop up containing the three words vanished when he clicked on the tab, as if it was never there. He may not be tech savvy but heās smart enough to know that (the tab closing on its own) is not normal.
It seems he is going to have to pay his daughter a visit. Placing his scattered notes inside the folder he placed them in his carrier and dialed his daughters number. Taking a few steps out his office and before he could press the green call button, his phone rings. An unknown number.Ā
Heās about to cancel the call when he felt his gut twist. Such a foreboding feeling, he swallowed his nervousness as anticipation builds up in his body, his thumb slides on his phone screen.
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Somehow your mind was still intact as you made it back to the junkyard. Your spider sense had finally quieted down when you got a good distance away from Jason Todd, the Red Hood. How shitty is your fucking luck to run not only into Supermanās son and Jason Todd?Ā
Your mind is on thin ice. So close to collapse. To add to your fucking worries, you took off your sweatshirt, meaning you exposed your watch. Though, your saving grace is the distraction of your pursuer taking the attention away. But god you are losing it.
Changing into your suit, bringing along your bag containing your civilian clothes and crocs, you pulled out your phone, the one that you bought, and located the office Commissioner Gordon is a part of.
Were you nervous? Yes. For one, youāre going to be awfully close to the Batsignal, and second, you know for a fact that Jim Gordon snitched. āS why the birds are here in the Narrows, where only one of the wards patrolled.
Leaping off of the warehouse roof, you make sure to stick to tall buildings, using it as cover. Itās still daylight out here after all.Ā
Leaving the Narrows, and keeping an eye out for police cars, or any indication of a crime you could stop along the way- nothing. Thatās good, means there are no distractions, but you know that most crimes occur indoors rather than outdoors. Those tend to be harder to discover and even harder to solve. The underground rings are a perfect example of that. Well lucky for Gotham, youāll put a stop to it, for good.
Landing on the roof where bat signal is located at the junction of the area called Five Points on the lower east side of Gotham City, you were good at making sure you werenāt discovered but you can kiss your ghost status goodbye if you climb down the window in broad fucking daylight. Guess you could call him?
But heās a senior (technically), and youād feel bad making an old man like him climb the stairs just to see you for a few minutes. What if he isnāt here? Then that means you showed up for nothing, how embarrassing. Guess youāll call his phone directly first, save yourself the embarrassment.Ā
Though you can always just place the information down and pray he is the only one who picked it up. It would totally suck if anyone other than Jim finds this. Your paranoia is honestly taking over your rational thoughts.
Pulling out your burner phone, you dialed the commissionerās personal phone number.
What are the chances he would pick up an unknown number? He might not believe youā¦ buuuuut, you have a trick up your sleeve should he not believe you. Two rings and a half later, you heard his tired voice.
āWhoās this?ā Damn, no āHelloā?
āCommissioner Gordon,ā You greeted, making sure your actual voice was not used. āItās a pleasure.ā
Jim recognized the voice on the line, you could tell. How? Simple, his tone of voice changed to serious. āItās you. The one that leaves names and locations. Who are you?ā
āHereās my last tip.ā Serious, no nonsense, stern, and not acknowledging his question. You canāt get distracted, especially since time is of the essence and if the bats are on this case, it will keep them occupied, you hope. āJacob Jones, age 38. Manager of an illegal fighting ring behind a local bar in the Narrows. Suspected of recruiting wanted and up-and-coming criminals along with runaways. Risk of fleeing today. Iām sure you got my message earlier.ā
Jim was rendered speechless, and his heart sank.āāRisk of fleeingā?ā Another terrible feeling appeared in his stomach.
āThey know the bats are onto them, theyāre scattering. You have less than twelve hours before they disappear for good.ā You informed. āThereās no time to waste.ā
Jim couldnāt help but ponder how things could go so wrong so quickly. āIām on my way then.ā
āI would have liked this to stay between us, but Iām sure you already informed Batman.ā You sighed, body tense from all this stress. āOnce this is done and over with, I will be out of your hair for good. Goodbye.ā
āWait!ā Deciding to humor the commissioner, you stayed in the line, so he continued and repeated his earlier question. āWho are you?ā
āIām just your friendly neighbor- friend,ā recalling the time when the police chief from your world asked this same question when you saved him, your chest throbbed. āOnly passing by, I wonāt stay long. āSides, this is the batās territory. Iāll leave the files under the bat signal, make sure youāre the only one picking this up.ā Then you ended the call.
This is better, yes, old age be damned. Avoid contact as much as possible, no more unnecessary risks, your mental health wonāt be able to handle any more setbacks. This is good, now that this will take care of things, you can fully focus on going back home. You were never going to debut yourself as Spider-woman either way, so this is playing it safe. The less attention you draw to yourself as your alter ego, the better, itās a miracle you have managed to escape the batās radar this far, and you really donāt want to jinx it. Hopefully you wonāt ever have to come in contact with the infamous Batman himself.Ā
Leaving the files you were able to hear faint frantic footsteps in the distance, as if someone was running. Without hesitation you ran off the roof and swung away just in time as you heard the metal door to the roof open.Ā
āWait!ā
Swinging away you couldnāt help but sigh in relief. That was too close, and honestly, you think youāre pushing your luck way too much this time. Now you really have to lay low, even if they catch Jacob. You just canāt risk it anymore. Since you know the commissioner is on his way, itās time for you to visit Jacob (again) but as your alter ego spider-woman.Ā Ā
All ya gotta do is make sure heās webbed up before he can disappear on the cops. Even if he talks about a person in a spider suit to the GCPD, there will be no video evidence to expose you. Just him and your webs.Ā
But you need to find the right timing. You canāt do it now, itās still bright out. And waiting until dark will only increase his chance at escaping. So you need a plan. A really good, full proof plan.
Though what does stress you out is simply how much time you already spent here in this foreign world, far from home. You miss your phone, or better said, the contents in your phone to be exact.
Photos and videos, all of you and your loved ones. Stored into one device that is so far out of your reach. Since being stuck here, if you could wish for anything (besides going home) is for your damn phone. Youād really lose it if you lost the one device that has all your fond memories stored in one drive. If you lose that, it would definitely be the end for you.
āStay in the game, babes, you canāt tweak out just yet.ā Maybe giving yourself a pep talk when you're at your wits end isnāt a good idea solely because it isnāt helping you in the slightest.Ā
Swinging between enclosed apartment buildings in order to keep a semblance of being inconspicuous, you land in an alleyway near a random convenience store but close enough to have a clear eye view of the bar you had left earlier that day (as a civvie). Making yourself comfortable sitting on the fire escape stairs you observe.
Despite being early in the afternoon, and every gothamite was going about their day, the bar was surprisingly quiet. Very underwhelming if you say so yourself but youād never dismiss your sixth sense when it comes to bad feelings. Something isnāt right.
āWhereās the bouncer?ā With how crowded the streets are, their bar is fairly popular and always has customers (even on less busy nights), so there is always a bouncer. They have two bouncers, both work twelve hour shifts, and you know for damn fucking sure, the second one is m.i.a.Ā
Itās still day time and you were fucking sure you were not about to walk out with your suit on. That was suicide. Especially when the bat (aka Red Hood) and the country bumpkin (Jon) are out here working overtime. This fucking sucks. You feel that time is running out, should you really risk this? As spider-woman? Placing your bag down, you decided on your next move, but with precautions.
Your mind drifts off into a memory with the man who wanted to chain you to his side.
āWhat did you buy with your first winning kid?ā Jacobās eyes zoned in on your figure, watching you wrap your hands securely.
āHowād you know I went and spent it all?ā Finishing the wrap, you looked up at him. āAnd Iām not a kid.ā
āāSpent it allā? You kids sure donāt know the concept of managing money.ā He chuckled, his eyes locked on you. āHow did it feel to make that much quickly?ā
For some reason, you felt like he was testing you, everything you respond and everything he asks has meaning, and that your answers are being dissected. āToo good to be true, if I am being honest.ā
Jacob chuckled, āYea? Youāre making plenty even while cutting your fights. Too easy for ya kid?ā
Scoffing you fiddles with your fingers. āIām getting by just fine, but it doesnāt mean I donāt struggle. Iām just passing the time. And Iām telling you, Iām not a kid, Iām already of drinking age.ā
āSeriously? You look fifteen, maybe because you look scrawny with those baggy clothes. Regardless, you really impressed me that night.ā
That night where you both met. You didnāt pay attention to it at first, but you know that this guy isn't what he appears to be. He acts differently towards you then with Christopher or the other no-names in this place. Heās charismatic, friendly, attentive if you pay attention, but why you? Whatās his gain here?Ā
The people that come in and out of this bar are mostly adults, but there are someā¦not so normal attendees here as well. Both with not so good intentions, and those who seem to have almost lost it all. But the people here, they are willing participants- not forced- as far as you can see that is.
āIs that so? I was just letting off steam and defending myself.ā
āDid you enjoy it?ā His tone changed.
āOf course, who doesnāt like putting arrogant thugs in their place?ā
āYea? Is that why you humiliated Chris that day?ā
Letting out a chuckle you rubbed the back of your neck. āGuilty. It was fun.ā
āI noticed.ā Jacob leaned back on the bench, his eyes never leaving your figure. āAre you bored?ā Jacob watched you tilt your head in confusion. āTo me it looks like you stopped trying after Chris. Youāre distracted.āĀ Ā
You stretched your arms for a moment. āWas it obvious?ā You asked sheepishly.
Jacobās turn to put out a chuckle. āNah, not to most. But I noticed, and so did Chris.ā
āIs that why he wonāt stop glaring? I swear he has it out for me!ā You slouched.
āWhereād you learn to fight like that?ā His tone changed.
There we go. The small talk was getting really tiresome, was this the question he wanted to get to?
āThe streets.ā Regardless of what he meant with his questions, you did learn to fight on the streets. You didnāt really have a mentor to teach you, you learned it as you went, from hands-on to watching, you picked it up to survive. Meeting Miguel until much later did you refine your skills but you started alone.
āThe streets huh.ā Jacob pondered your response for a bit, causing you to straighten up and lean back on the bench. āWas it fun?ā
Without hesitation, you nodded. āTons. Never a dull moment. I grew up and learned.ā Relaxing your posture, you gave him a smile. āI got my ass beat a bunch, but I learned real fast. And I paid them back tenfold.ā
Jacob stood up and ruffled your hair. āYa plan on fighting forever? Why not take it to the next level? I say youāre prepared. Youāll make good money. Even better than now.ā
Moving his hand away you got up. āI donāt think it's for me. Besides, I am only passing by. I donāt have a reason to continue, just making enough to enjoy the little things in life.ā
āNot your thing?ā Jacob started walking, and you followed beside him. ā Leaving Gotham, where do you plan to go then?ā
With slight hesitation you answered giving a melancholy look. āHome.ā
āHome.ā He repeated, āYou far from home?ā Jacob asked, looking ahead as you both came closer to the ring.
āVery far.ā Cracking your knuckles you chuckled. āBut Iāll get there soon. Iām just biding my time right now.ā
āI see.ā Jacobās tone became lighter, his mood changed from serious to cocky, placing his hand on your shoulder. āListen kid, this guy you're facing hasnāt lost a single fight in three years. He plays dirty and most of the money is against you. Your play?ā
āI also don't play fair.ā You crack your knuckles.
āAtta kid, play around for a bit, give the audience a good show.ā
āIām not a kidā¦ā
You heard cheers for blood as you entered the ring.
Pushing the memories back, you strengthen your resolve.
Pulling your mask up and taking out your burner phone from the bag you began to dial the number you memorized since it was given to you by the owner of the number. Jacobās number.
The ringing seemed to get louder as it went on until the third ring and a voice picked up. āHey there Tink. To what do I owe your surprise call.ā It seems he was expecting to hear from you despite you being there earlier.
āIāve got questions.ā Lifting your mask above your nose so that your voice is heard.
āI see you mustāve opened your gift.ā You can practically envision the grin he has plastered on his face.
Gift? Is that what heās disguising it as? āWhatās the catch?ā
You could hear him chuckle on the receiver. āMost people would ask āwhy?ā but not you. No, never you. Youāre so different from what I expect. You donāt look a gift horse in the mouth.ā
āIām not āmost peopleā.ā Eyes narrowed, ignoring his tangent. āYou said it was a gift, but I highly doubt that.ā
āWhatās got you all tense like that?ā It was like he was mocking you. āNo big bad Bat is coming for you, so you can relax.ā
āI told you before, Iām from the streets, and in Gotham, nothing is given for free. I want nothing to do with the bats, just wanna go home.ā
āYouāre so paranoid.ā Jacob ran his fingers through his hair, eyes narrowing. āThough, you arenāt wrong. Gotham isnāt a place where kindness is given for free. You see, my little āgiftā is an incentive of sorts.ā
I fucking knew it. āUh Huh. What sort of incentive?ā You deadpanned. āWhat required you to make this for me?ā You just wanted to confirm, thatās all. Put your mind at ease if that was possible with the stress and anxiety your situation has caused thus far. āI never asked for this. I never asked for anything.ā
āYou see, you told me youāre far from home,ā A pit formed in your stomach. āAnd I had this made toā¦ help you out. To get home.ā This wasnāt even close to what you meant when you gave him that answer. The ugly feeling inside you kept growing, till it clogged your throat- like a bitter pill to swallow.
āThat makes no sense! You gave me this for a reason.ā You stress. Why? Was omitted from your response.
āYes. I did. You see, I wanted to show you what I can do for you.ā His answer didnāt satiate the ever growing turmoil of anxiety.
Why? What did I do to catch his attention?
Your silence let him continue. āYou said you were just āpassing the timeā, figured Iād give you something to make traveling easier and passing time faster. You can use it to āgo homeā, or, if you canāt,ā you body broke into cold sweat at his next words. āYou can use it to come with me. I can give you a new home, and you can pass all the time you want.ā
What? What bullshit is this??? You knew for a fact this man was not going to let you go easily or at all. If he catches you, heād clip your wings. He seems like the type to do so. Bastardā¦ This was to keep me in check.
āI already have a home.ā Your teeth clenched. āI told you that. I am going home, just not yours.ā
You could hear him chuckle, his tone arrogant, like he didnāt believe a word youāre saying. āAlright, I only wanted to express my gratitude for all the wins you got under my name. Itās a real shame. I want to take you to greater heights.ā
After contemplation, and for the plot, you asked. ā...Take me where?ā
āAbroad, in Spain. That's where the big leagues are. And, your new home, should you choose to come.ā with me was left unsaid.
āI appreciate the offer, I really do (not). But I just want to go home.ā Deciding to end it there, you throw any and every useless feeling out in order to concentrate. āThis isnāt for me.ā
āItās a shame.ā He repeated, confusing you for a moment. āI really do like you kid, and Iām gonna miss your jabs. Alright then, you have fun.ā It seems he gave in. āEnjoy yourself.ā
A cold chill engulfed your body, it was like this wasnāt over for him ā...Yea, I will, thank you. Good-bye.ā Ending the call you sighed in frustration. You didnāt believe him for a second. You knew this man wasnāt going to let you go. And you wouldnāt let him get away either.Ā
Placing your mask back down and securing it in place, you steel your nerves. āTime to lock in.ā
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Duke felt his phone vibrate.
Upon opening up the messaging app, his body froze. There was a clip of a familiar civilian he had his eyes on, coming out of a bar, a very familiar bar. His chest clenched at the thought that she was involved.Ā
He had to get to the bottom of this, he needed to confirm this with his own eyes.
[Oracle: Thereās more. Sheās been in and out for the past few days. Think sheās involved?]
Duke clenched the hand that wasnāt holding the phone.
[Signal: We donāt know that. What else do you have? Name?]
[Oracle: Relax Romeo. Damian and Jon ran into her not too long ago. After that she went to a library, then no dice, but Iām still looking. She doesnāt appear in any other cameras. There barely is any surveillance out there in the Narrows.]
[Signal: Got it. Keep me updated, and thank you.]
[Oracle: (:]
Duke placed his phone away as he calmed his thoughts. His mind recalling the first time he met the civilian. When he was told by Barbara that she scanned your face for identification, there was nothing, zip, zich, zero, nothing. Not even a resemblance in this world of seven billion people. Itās like you were one of a kind, unique, and rare. He remembered staring at your bare face, the one without the black mask that covered your mouth and nose, he engraved the shape of your eyes, nose, lips, and face to memory. Something in him just wouldnāt let him forget, not that he wanted to either.
You were an enigma, like an anomaly per say. This obsession on finding you only grew as he watched the video of you getting escorted into a bar by a familiar suspect. Duke came up with a couple of conclusions for this turn of event.
Based on your actions, checking into a motel with no name(is suspicious in of itself), and the fact that you go to shelters as well, it's obvious you have no place to call home, nowhere to go, meaning youāre a runaway escaping someone/something.
Finding out that youāre associated with a (confirmed) suspect, puts him on edge. Did you join voluntarily, or did you have no choice. After all, youāre just trying to survive.
Well, it seems heās going to find out soon enough. Because heās looking for another civilian associated with that bar, and they just so happened to be spotted within his vicinity. Heās getting closer to the truth, he knows it, he just has to lock in.
Revving his bike, he locks in, and drives away.Ā
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Bruce didnāt know where things went wrong. But then again, he should have expected things to never go smoothly, especially in his city, in Gotham. Despite the crime rates and the reputation it has, he still loves his city, and he wants to change it for the better. He doesnāt want anyone to suffer the way he did, to turn out as broken as he became. He wants the city to prosper for the better, and heās doing everything he can for that goal.Ā
And yet, an outsider vigilante has suddenly popped up in his city. A meta vigilante of all things. Bruce canāt help but feel exhausted. He doesnāt know their game, or why they are here, in his city. Are they here to cause trouble? Are they here to ruin the carefully monitored city he poured his blood, sweat, and vitality in, fighting to keep the peace in his beloved city? He wonāt allow this stranger, this nobody to inflict harm, to infect, and to change Gotham. Heās going to chase this unwanted presence, this anomaly down, and get rid of it if it poses a hindrance. He canāt allow unchecked power to roam Gotham. Itās already fragile as it is, and he canāt afford any mistakes, and possible hiccups.Ā
But in order to do so, he needs to find out exactly who is in his city, after he rescues the children that are missing. His priority right now is the children, those poor helpless children, just like he once was. He canāt help but get anxious as days go by when another name is printed and posted throughout the city walls. But the pieces are coming together, slowly but surely. The outsider is running on borrowed time. And heāll use any means at his disposal to uncover the rat roaming around.
Now, regarding the terrible news he was just told, he quickened his strides inside the police station.Ā
When he left Jim on the roof earlier, he was making his way towards where Sebastian was being held, only to receive a distress call from Jim informing him that the very same person they were going to meet, is dead.
āI donāt know how this happened!ā Jim exclaimed, stress evident on his face, posture defeated. āI was told he hung himself, so I came quickly, he was already pronounce deceased by the time I got here.ā
Bruce, or Batman, tightened his jaw in anger. Of course the criminal with crucial intel who was cowardly throwing bits and pieces of it in order to keep his life is killed.Ā
Thatās right, killed not suicide. No, Sebastian was desperate to live, thatās why he took a plea deal, his protection in prison, in exchange for information. This was deliberate, intentional, too perfect for it to be a self exit. There are more rats here in his city than he anticipated.Ā
Batman locked in when he went to the monitor room (where Tim is currently at), where he can see all the surveillance footage, from who entered to who left, to who was on guard. The death looked fresh, around twenty minutes from when he entered. Jim followed while Tim clocked in the folder in Jimās hand.
He noticed crease marks from a tight grip, probably from stress, Tim asks about it.
āOh!ā Jim quickly handed the folder to Tim, knowing Bruce would keep an ear out while he searched the cameras. āIt was left under the bat signal, right after you left.āĀ
Bruce tensed but kept focused on the screens in front of him.Ā
āDo you think it's the same person?ā Tim bit the bullet and asked as he flipped from page to page.
āYes.ā Jim sighed, his fatigue showing through his face and posture. āI only had two sheets with twelve names, three missing kids, four with pictures. Here is a list of seventeen missing teens and five runaways. Only two have been sighted roaming around. But they run at the approach of officers.ā
Tim paused on page three, a blurry picture of a familiar looking face appeared. Walking out of a shelter in the Narrows. This slight movement caught Bruceās attention.
āSomeone familiar?ā Bruce made sure to make a copy of the footage, but no dice. The cameras paused and looped for some time. Enough for a person, maybe more to slip in and out. The issue is, is it one person, or more? Was someone here messing with the cameras or was it a single mole who disrupted the surveillance as they walked in?
Tim nodded, eyes scanning every feature, āThis one civilian looks familiar. No identification other than their stage name. āNadaā.ā Despite the blurry picture, and the obvious black medical face mask, it was their eyes that caught his attention at first. The shape of their face was next, and that was all he could identify. No gender, they wore an oversized sweatshirt, but they appear pretty androgynous looking.Ā
Jim ran his hair with his hand. āI also got news for you Batman.ā
Bruce placed his hard drive inside his utility belt, Tim snaps out of his trance and hands the papers towards him. Scanning each page his jaw tightens. These kids are out there somewhere, alone and afraid, but Bruce promises to find them. To bring them home. Batman promises to find them.Ā
āI got a notification earlier.ā Jim pauses, recalling the suspicious warning and then the call. āAnd right after that, a call.ā
Timās eyes widened. This is confirmation! The meta was close! He has to give this information to Barbara pronto. Taking out his phone, his fingers tapping the screen vigorously.Ā
Jim shook his head. āWhen I handed you everything, I went into my office. The pop-up screen had a message, āThey know. Scatterā was written. When I clicked my screen, it vanished. Just as I was about to call my daughter, they called.ā
Bruceās eyes narrowed at the information. āBlocked number?ā
Jim nodded. āPrivate.ā
Tim interjected, placing his phone away once he was done taking pictures. āWhat did they say?ā
āThey sent me that message, and then, just like the other times, reported Jacob Jones, the manager of a bar. āRisk of fleeingā they said.ā Jim felt an immense stress and exhaustion overcome him. āTonight. And that there is an illegal fighting ring behind the bar. In that folder, the last sheet is associates and criminals. When they told me the files were under the signal, I ran. I only got to see a blurry figure, they looked like they were flying- no thatās not it. Gliding? They were far, and their suit fading, as if camouflaging with its surroundings. I couldnāt see them that well. Sorry.ā
Batman took in the information, but he was deadly quiet. His mind racing with thoughts and theories. āTim.ā
Tim straightens his posture. āYea?ā
āGo back and take this with you.ā Bruce handed him the files, and the usb drive that he received from Jim earlier.
Tim pockets the drive and clutches onto the papers, knowing already what Bru-Batman wants from him. āIāll drop it with Oracle and join the search.ā
Bruce acknowledged with a nod and turned back to the cameras. āJim.ā
āI understand,ā Jim replied. They were going to catch the mole. āIām ready.ā
Tim quickly left, things were getting serious. āOracle, did you get that.ā
āAll of it. Iām searching the area, in case they landed nearby. Seems our āfriendā has the same interests as ours. For now.ā
āI also got a list.ā
āI saw, thanks, this will help tremendously.ā
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āWhat the fuck.ā It seems that you canāt catch a break.Ā
Once you put on the mask, you stealthy made your way towards the bar, making sure you were out of sight and away from the ground. You thanked god you are able to camouflage yourself, making sneaking in so much easier.Ā
This was risky for you because despite the benefits, you also donāt always rely on it as often as you would like. The reason was simple, nothing major or out of this world really, it was simply the fact that when you lost everything, you were often then not out fighting/training, or tinkering with gadgets to keep you preoccupied. A coping mechanism if you will.
Thus resulting in negating your abilities that didnāt involve dodging and hitting.
Regardless, here you are, sneaking in a very suspiciously quiet bar (it seems to be empty), what happened to the customers? Why does the sign say closed? Just what happened after you left here hours ago?
Making a b-line towards Jacobās office, it was clean, too clean and neat. A pit formed into your stomach.Ā
āThey packed upā¦ā Quickly making your way towards semi open draws and pulling out files, papers, looking around for any important documents, checking walls and desks for anything. Anything at all- until you came to the conclusion that there was nothing. Nothing at all.
āNo no no no! They couldnāt have gone away! No!ā Despite the chaos in your mind, you took a deep breath and calmed down.
You couldnāt afford to panic, you had to make sure you were thorough. Eyes finally landing on a closed laptop that was sitting neatly on a pristine desk you opened it to find a locked account. You scoffed. There were no paper trails in this office. But this computer might and can be a whole different story. āIāll work my magic.ā
Cracking your neck, you began the process of bypassing the password locked account. Keeping an ear out despite the lack of people in the bar, you still wanted to be safe, to make sure no one would get the drop on you.Ā
After a few attempts and three minutes go by, you unlock the account, finding it clean of anything. Of course, there is nothing on it, but thatās only if you arenāt looking. Messing with the settings and restoring the latest versions it was before it was cleaned out, you began to look at the contacts syncing with this laptop.
Pulling up the security cameras, to work your magic, come to find out they arenāt even recording, everything is wiped. Thatās not a good sign at all.
Reading a few messages from betters during ring fights to stocks and merchandise, to voicemails to money laundering and much more, you scrolled down towards a specific group chat.
This chat was synced to Jacobās phone, āMercaderiaā was the name. āLame.ā you mumbled.Ā
Clicking on the group chat name, your body froze, eyes widened at the information in front of you.
Here on this group chat, with over one hundred members, were a list. Not just any list. No. This was a familiar list. A neat, organized, and detailed list.
Here contained pictures, and stats on teenagers, young adults, and fucking children. All with their name and abilities, and a price. Some even had remarks of their wins and losses.
Scrolling down, watching the faces and names being crossed out, dead, and some with specific training in the art of āentertainmentā. You felt yourself become sick. The depravity of all this is sickening, how can people enjoy this?! You didnāt expect this!
This is human traffickingā¦Ā
Ding!
Your eyes caught a notification for the group chat.
Clicking on the notification of said group chat you didnāt think you could feel any worse.
Scrolling down on the ārecommendedā list, a new popup showed, and it was your face, with no mask, and a start bidding price. The words next to your picture, āStreet rat with skills in fighting, quick on her feet, and highly adaptable. No ties, alone. Needs to be trained. Retrieval pending.ā
āTheyāre looking for meā¦ā after the sudden realization, your spider-sense started to buzz inside your head as you heard trained, quiet footsteps, making their way in your direction.
Glancing at the display of cameras, the person standing behind the door was none other than the person you came in contact with earlier.
You are starting to feel like your presence here was nothing but a cruel joke to you.
As the door knob turned, and opened, you took a deep quiet breath and closed your eyes.
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Sorry. I legit have no excuse for not writing. I just stopped.
It seems that the pieces are slowly coming together--THANK GOD I swear I almost gave up...
Anyways, I have a plot for this but not a complete one, so I will have to write where I want the story to go. I only have the ending of THIS arc but no clue how to get there-- oh well. I'll figure this out.
Smoll dose of Miguel next chap- whenever that is
Web Bound Secret Corner!
Spider-Woman's suit has a built in voice changer that she can turn use.
Spider-Woman's priority was just getting Jacob (and associates) arrested.
Spider-Woman's hobby was singing, hasn't sung since the incident with Peter.
Spider-Woman is terrified running into Batman.
Spider-Woman only has small tidbit knowledge of the DCU
SYNOPSIS: "Alright, let's do this one last time. My name is Y/N Kyle. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, And I've been the one and only Spidey in Gotham. Iām pretty sure you know the rest."
AO3: yenwayne : CHARACTER ART OF MORGAN AND SPIDEY
'what's up danger?"
i. cat's out of the web
ii. spidey going solo
iii. a leap of faith
iv. sexiest vigilante
v. @ nightcrawler_updates
vi. the hunt
vii. crashout
viii. a little death (w mild smut)
Summary: After losing so much, Spider-woman learns to just keep moving. Only for her to end up somewhere far from home. Her first agenda is figuring out where she is, and how to get back. The only problem is that she ended up somewhere fictional (to her). Playing hero with Batman was not in her bingo cards this year. Hopefully she will be able to make it back home before she catches unwanted attention.
Vague idea of how the story will probably go, things will probably change or move around.
Act I | Spider-woman has to navigate a new world all on her own, until she can get a solid foot on the ground while attempting to not attract unwanted attention. God please give this girl a break.
Yeeted to DCU
Panics
Builds and hacks
Narrowly escapes bats
Gets a job
Debut
Escapes bats again
Wants to give up
Act II | Spider-woman finds it hard to keeping her double life separated with the newfound relationships and acquaintanceship. All because she ended up attracting unwanted attention. God please give this girl a loooooong break.
Call goes through
Waits
Meets supes
Team ups
Crushes
Exposed/Identity reveal
All types of relationships
Familiar faces
Act III | Spider-woman finds herself in a predicament, she just wants to get back home, again. God please just give this girl a fucking break.
Freedom
Anomalies
Justice
Familiar faces
Protection
Guilt trips and manipulations
Surrender
The End ( :
Chapters | Guide
Relationships | Platonic and Romantic
Prologue | A Whole New World
Chapter 1 | Home Sick
Chapter 2 | Spider Luck
Chapter 3 | Weak and Alone
Chapter 4 | Calm Before the Storm
Chapter 5 | No Time to Waste
Chapter 6 | Run Away
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don't take what I wrote up here seriously, I have no clue where I am taking this story, plus I'm not that knowledgeable of the dc comics.
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It's your stereotypical self-insert isekai fix-it fic... until it isn't.
A young woman from our world falls into the world of Jujutsu Kaisen. But instead of seeking out and making friends with the familiar characters we know and love, she somehow manages to wind up as a very suspicious blip on Gojo Satoru's radar. Not believing that she's from another dimension, but concerned about her motivations and the seemingly-impossible knowledge she possesses, he keeps her pressed tightly under the sole of his boots...
He might just be the scariest person she's ever met.
Reader-chan is your average girl, thrust suddenly into a world filled to the brim with violence and magic. She's powerless, unable to fight, and already dealing with the trauma of losing most of her family. And, to make matters worse, the "good guys" are morally ambiguous at best. Meaning that she's not quite sure where she stands in her new universe.
What follows is a slow burn enemies to lovers romance between Gojo Satoru and the Reader Avatar (AFAB Original Character), though that's hardly at the forefront. The story is about subverting expectations, breaking down character archetypes, and building up the world of Jujutsu Kaisen in a way the manga neglected to.
This fanfiction deconstructs popular aspects of "yandere" love interests, the emotionally catastrophic results of too-young protagonists facing insurmountable odds (a formula that Shonen anime/manga favor), and the common tropes that we writers use every day.
This blog was spawned because conversation on AO3 is stifled by its lack of inter-personal connection. I wanted a space for people that enjoy my work to be able to communicate with me easily. And I also wanted a way to post my behind-the-scenes tidbits and my chapter-by-chapter commentary.
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owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 6)
platonic! kunikida doppo x f! reader
this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!
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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.
fandom: bungou stray dogs
content: fluff, platonic relationships, comedy
warnings! mentions of suicide (related to dazai ofc)
previous: kimonos and katanas
a/n:Ā it had nearly been two years since iāve posted a part to this wtf; and sorry if kunikida seems ooc! i havenāt really written for him so this is a bit out of my comfort zone! hope you like it nonetheless :))
'The Cold And Strict Duke Has A Soft Spot For Me!'
Riddle Rosehearts - Chapter I
Riddle Rosehearts - Chapter II
Riddle Rosehearts - Chapter III
Arc II - Savanaclaw
Mission Target: Leona Kingscholar
'A Rabbit And A Lion Are Never A Good Match'
Arc III - Octavinelle
Mission Target: Azul Ashengrotto
'The Mafia Boss Acts Like A Puppy With Me'
Arc IV - Scarabia
Mission Target: Kalim Al-Asim
'I Saved The Hair To A Multi-Million Company And Now He'S Obsessed!'
Arc V - Pomefiore
Mission Target: Vil Schoenheit
'The Entertainment Industry Is A Cruel World For A White Lotus'
Arc VI - Ignihyde
Missions Target: Idia Shroud
'Spring Is The Season Of Love'
Arc VII - Diasomnia
Mission Target: Malleus Draconia
'The Lonely Demon King'
Epilogue
Epilogue + Special Thanks
Side Stories
Mission Target: Rollo Flamm
'The Pope Is So Naughty!'
Missions Target: Jamil Viper
'My Cute Naga'
This is a work of fiction owned by me, the resident dummy of Tumblr. If you get any works inspired by this one be sure to tag me so I can enjoy one of my favorite genres yeah?
I have a terrible plan for defeating the ghost bride that I like to call āOperation Homewrecker.ā It hinges on convincing the bride that Idia canāt be married because heās already taken by the Prefect.
If Idia is so perfect then of course he would have a partner already and now itās the Prefectās job to prove that Idia and them are so very in love and that the bride is an interloper. The entire plan is meant to be played out like something straight out of one of Liliaās dramas, full of embellishments that leave Idia himself more and more confused. Ortho photoshops pictures at speeds unseen by the average person. Idia is almost convinced of their fake relationship himself.
Bonus comedy points if Idia and the Prefect have never spoken to each other before.
Extra bonus comedy points if, despite being strangers, the Prefect claims that Idia and them have a child together and that the bride is ripping a family apart.
There is no contingency plan for if Eliza opts to attack the prefect. Nor a goal to get the ring on her hand. Essentially everyone is hoping is that sheāll become someone elseās problem, somewhere else.
You know what? That plan sounds like an absolute trainwreck, and I love it. The theatrics. The drama. The spice. The plan is fuck and find out.
Imagine all the boys that are stuck, Eliza, Idia, all the ghost attendants, hear a commotion outside the cafeteria and in storms the prefect looking like and complete wreck with Ortho in tow. Clothes disheveled, mascara down the face as if they had been bawling their eyes out.
They point at Eliza. "You Homewrecker!"
"I beg your pardon?!"
"You heard me! How dare you take my husband!" They flash a ring on their finger. "Idia and I are married, or trollops like you not care? We have a child and everything!"
"Ghost lady, why did you take my papa away?" Ortho fake sobs so loud it hurts everyone's ears.
Its a spectacle.
If Eliza does beat their ass and freezes them, at least it was worth it. Give them an Oscar for the performance.
Meanwhile the boys and staff are just watching this shit show and wondering if they are dating or not. And the boys will maybe try to play homewrecker as well
Feel like Cater and a few others would catch on after a bit and be like,Ā āYeah they've been together for ages!ā Floyd would be yelling a bunch of random stuff just because.
They get Crewel to act as their father and he bashes Idia for being an unfaithful husband and father.
Ortho began to sob louder of why is 'father' with another women and is this why he didn't come home last night.
Yuu then began to yell if this is why he was so distant to them for a while and is that why he also hasn't been wearing his ring also? WICBDI AND THEY SAY THE ONE LINE-
Idia kinda plays along saying that it's not what it looks like and Yuu shouts "Your married to me! WHY ARE YOU MARRING ANOTHER WOMEN?!?!" And began to sob louder as Ortho tries to comfort them. As they sink to the floor they ask in a broken voice "DID my love mean NOTHING to you?"
omfg I keep coming back here bc I love ur account AND FEEL FREE NOT TO DO THIS RQ JSHSJD but can I req a scenario that's like, Reader is a dragon but doesn't have dragon features and Malleus think she's just a human, But then one day reader turns into their dragon form and destroys a little bit of ramshackle in the process and when malleus is on his midnight walk he sees this and starts jumping to conclusions
Welcome back~ Hope you're doing well~
Where's the dragon? (Malleus)
Note: I only write for female reader, but everyone is welcome to read!
I'm not going to go deep into that, except that I am
ā (ā ā¢ā Ā ā ā½ā Ā ā ā¢ā ;ā )
How the fuck are you hiding being a dragon from this man?
It's infinitely easier to hide being a dragon when you don't need to hide dragon features. Once you learn how to hide your presence and your magic, even the dragons back in your world would take some time to notice
You didn't expect that to also be the case with Malleus, specially since he's a dragon fae and you're a dragon dragon.
Fae are also not easy to fool, unless they underestimate you (which is why humans can fool them in all those tales, you'd think they'd learn the lesson after a millennium or two.
Maybe that's why he never figured out? Because he thought you were human? Huh. Magic, eh?
Anyway, hiding from him quickly starts weighting down on you. He's a lonely man and a lonely dragon, and you don't want to hold such secret from him after he opened up to you so happily
But... humans were not friendly to dragons where you came from, and your kind is so used to hiding that showing any of your dragoness is... an incredible show of trust and intimacy
But no one in NRC would mistreat you (not more than they already do, in some cases) for being a dragon
And Malleus certainly wouldn't, the sweet dear
But...
But...
But...
ā (ā ā¢ā Ā ā ā½ā Ā ā ā¢ā ;ā )
Malleus can feel his heart on his throat when he sees the damage on Ramshackle's walls. For a calming midnight stroll, the view is almost nauseating. He doesn't think as he runs---he runs---as fast as he can, practically jumping inside the building.
Then his heart stops.
The room is a terrible mess, like something tried to break every single thing in it. There are claw marks on the floor and some of the furniture is burned.
He can feel the remnants of a dragon's presence.
"(Y/N)!" he yells, forgoing his usual endearment. "(Y/N)! Where are you?!"
"Mal!"
The relief that fills his lungs with the deep breath of relief he takes almost makes him feel like he could float like a balloon. Without wasting another second, he takes her in his arms, picking her up easily, and swallows her yelp in a deep kiss.
"I thought something had happened. The room- and there's a dragon- where is the dragon and what did it do?" Malleus asks, anger rising at the mere thought that the offender might still be around.
"Mal, there's no one," his lover sighs, cupping his face and pecking his lips again, trying to calm him down. "It was all me."
"... pardon?"
"Remember when I said I had something to tell you, but you'd need to wait until I'm ready?"
"Of course I do, Child of Man."
"Weeeeeeeeell... I was, uh, stressing about it a little bit and... kindajustturnedintodragonformwhichbydewayIhaveonecuzI'madragon?"
"Come again?"
Malleus had not expected tonight's stroll to end up with him finding out his girlfriend is a dragon, but honestly, it's the best way the night could've ended.
Now it makes much more sense why she understood his courting so easily.
Yuu is a webnovelist who without a computer to post on wrote in the spare notebooks Crowley so generously gave her.
Her preferd genre is Villianess/Villian revenge.
She endes up uploading on a site Azul and Kalim made for her to write her stories after the Scarabia incedent Kalim only paid for it so she can make extra money with Azul taking a cut
Azul found out about her stories from Grim when he mentions Yuu writing whenever she can on their emergancy notebooks that Yuu carries every where and not even being held prisoner stopped her.
Yuu's stories are quickly becoming popular since no one in Twst ever wrote a webnovel
She accidently endded up creating the Villain/ess Reincarnated/Isekai/Time travel redo genre in Twisted Wonderland
So far she has three stories published:
The first is about a female Villainess who goes back in time to redo her school years before the "heroine" came and had everyone abandon her; her friends, her family, her fans, her fiance... she isn't going to make the same mistake again! She doesn't need them! She left to a neighboring country and became a successful businesswoman who took the whole world by storm! She will do it again only this time she already has all the knowlage of the past ten years before her dissownment as a cheat!!! This time she will won't lose her Acting carrier or her title as the worlds top influencer!
The second is about a normal girl who ends up reincarnated as the 'evil' villainess who bullied her way into an engagement with the crown prince. In reality the crown prince is naive and too narcissistic in his own high self-righteousness that he would run the country to the ground for his own sense of justice that the King picked the previous owner of the body to ensure the survival of the kingdom. The Queen who didn't like the Villainess on the account of her being the daughter of the one the King truley loved turned her son against her by feeding him lies and the boy who likes soft looking girls and not sharp eyed girls belives she is a spoiled cruel noble. When the herione transfers into the school because of her holy magic the prince can't help to fall for the only other person with the same ideals as him along with other eligible male leads of the otome game. The reincarnated villainess knows how the story ends with the Kingdom on the verge of sambles on account of the new freshly crowned kind King and Queen. The villainess ends up teaming up with the bastard secret son of the previous King who is the hidden boss to take save the Kingdom!
The third story is about a Male transmigrating into the body of a 'useless' duke son. He has nothing going for him not looks, not smarts, no athlectic ability, and most important of all no magic... but he read the book he knows that this 'usless' noble is actually a secret boss Villain who years later comes back to the story with unparallel beauty, knowlage on the most obscure subjects, a master fighter, and with over take magic- the abiltiy to take control of the very magic in the air and control it to his every whim. So what is he to do but to become that legend evern earlier and take over the underworld as his future self did only he won't fall for the heroine who brought the original Villain's downfall after becoming obssessed with her. Now if only the Male lead will stop trying to be his friend!!!
Yuu when she findout about Vil wanting to be on stage until the end gathers up the courage to tell Vil about her Webnovel that is going to become a visual novel soon and maybe even a movie if she agrees Azul may have already agreed for her and asks if he is intrested in another 'bad guy' role only with a diffrent ending for the villain.
This is where ADuce find out why Yuu goes to Monstro Lounge every so often, she's working with an artist to make the visual novel and Azul hosts the meetings.
Yuu already payed Kalim back and is somewhat selfsuficent
Yuu is totally going to invite Tsunotaro to the first screening of her movie.
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Notes:
The only reason I wrote this is because I just powered through chapters 2-5 of Twst.
I was going to wait until all the chapters where done since I watch Otome Ayumi's and Shel_bb translation but the Halloween event came and I needed those free gems.
and chapter 5 ended and I thougt Vil could be the hero if since Villain and Villainess stories are popular if only they existed in Twst...
I thougt if only I could go and introduce them to this genre!
Malleus, Vil, Azul, Jamil, Ida, Riddle and Leona would make a perfect love interest to a Villain/ess in any story! and bam this brain nugget was created
May come back and edit this later just wanted to get this out there quickly like as soon as I finnished writing this
