Content you’ll see here: Yandere!dick, pseudo incest, fem!reader, sightly gore, kinda cringe? Cannibalism
English it’s not my first language so please be patient
Your hands were chopping the vegetables slowly, the small noise of rain drops on the ceiling made it feel somehow like home, maybe it would be considered a home.
But the sound of something cutting flesh made you close your eyes for a second, there wasn’t a scream following it, yet, you hear it loud and clear on the bottom of your head
Doesn’t matter, you kept cooking dinner like nothing happened
Except, you didn’t have any meat
What a weird way to remind you the sins you are about to commit.
— Honey! All done, how’s the dinner? — A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, his hands traveling to set on your stomach.
Dick smiled at you, his chin resting on your shoulder like it belonged there, the truth? The small feeling of his warm made you want to throw up
— almost done, I just need some… meat to mix it with — The way you said it, not thinking about what it could’ve sound like. He thought otherwise.
That’s when you saw it, his hands stained with blood moved to grab your chin making you look at him over your shoulder
— Let me handle this part, please? — you shouldn’t, you should just tell him to screw off but you didn’t.
You nodded, leaving the room, ignoring something red and alive on the corner; not like you care, there’s nothing you can do for them.
The glasses were placed on the table, careful preparing to eat something you’ll throw away after a few bites, you still ate it. Dick would be mad if you didn’t eat what he carefully hunted for you.
You jumped on your place when you hear it, his hands busy with plates you don’t want to see and that smile telling you everything. He placed it between you two, a place where you could see the sightly burned eye ball looking at you
Blue, a deep blue like Tim had when his plans wouldn’t go as he planned, except there wasn’t something for him to plan
— What is it, love? Oh I see! You want this piece — For your horror he took a fork, stabbing the ball and slowly moving it towards your mouth. You didn’t want to eat it, like hell you’ll want to eat your brother’s eye
— Ow, feeling a little shy? Don’t you worry my love, I won’t judge you for the way you eat — It poked your closed lips, a wave of angry appeared on his face when you didn’t thought about eating it
— Eat it or I’ll make you — that was your clue to stop fooling around, yet you didn’t.
The last straw to piss him off, immediately he took you by your chin forcing the ‘food’ down your throat
Thick tears left your eyes as he laughed at your misery. You fell into your knees coughing like it could do anything to take the feeling out of your mouth.
— Good girl love, let’s eat now —
You hate him, you hate the way his words come out wrapped in rotten honey, trying to make you feel better, trying to make you forget how he killed at the people you loved
Only because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, now you are trapped here, eating the same hands that used to cradle your face when everything was bad
First it was Bruce, Jason and now Tim. When would be the time when he feeds you Cass?
Your mouth feels dry at the thought.
He makes sure you sit on the chair beside him, slowly feeding food into your mouth like a way to told you he is controlling you.
You want to die, god is screaming for you to grab that fork and stab you with it
But you don’t, you swallow whatever he puts in your mouth praying for it to end quickly
It doesn’t, it doesn’t end quick
You’re stuck, your hand shaking as he takes it on his, a way to calm yourself
You still try to ignore his lips pressing against yours.
You look at yourself at the mirror, Dick is taking a quick shower while you wait
Because waiting is all you do, like a broken doll you brush your hair trying to look better than this
It turns out, the dark shadow on your face isn’t because of the light, it’s the way your eyes are charged with pain and something else.
You want to escape, you want to leave this fucked up place behind, but the way Dick hums on the other room, remind you where you are
— Hey, come quick — A voice made you look at the window, Damian, on his full Robin suit is looking at you, excited to see you’re okay
You don’t know why, but you ran to his arms, he hugged your frame like it could do something more than be a comfort
— We don’t have much time, we need to leave before he notices — your bare feet moved, ready to leave with him.
He notices, immediately he picked you up on a bridal style helping you get out of the house.
That’s when you saw it, a small house on the woods is keeping you captive, now that you see it that way
It doesn’t feel that scary anymore…
— Where are we? — Your voice, a whisper you are surprised it’s yours came out of your mouth. Damian looked at you like you just said world’s greatest thing
— Bludhaven, it’s a hidden place but it is — how weird, you don’t remember it being this… dark
He walks, your arms pressed around his neck. Is this salvation? This is how someone who cares is supposed to feel? You’re so excited, excited to leave this place
Maybe Alfred is out there, waiting for you, with a nice meal with nothing but sweets.
Oh god how you miss a good meal, how you miss the smell of fresh baked bread and some coffee, not like Dick gave you something else than meat.
You’re far from the house at this point, there’s no way Dick would get you
Damian throws you to a tree, you’re about to complain when you see his body fall down.
Blood on his chest, there he is.
Dick is standing there, an axe on his hands while he tries to recover the air he lost just a second ago, when did he started running? Why didn’t you hear it?
His hair is still wet, and you can see how his clothes are clinging into his body. He sure got dressed in a rush
— Darling, are you okay? I can’t believe Damian took you like that! — he ran to you, his hands cradling your face in a way only he would do
Hands stained with blood, the only hope you had left.
You want to scream, to push him away, to tell him to leave you the fuck alone
But you hugged him, staining yourself with Damian’s blood.
His dead eyes are looking at you. Seeing how you are trying your best to not burst out in tears
— Let’s go home, love. I promise you everything will be alright — And you don’t have the strength to pull away, a survival instinct that is killing you slowly.
Small drops of water fell from your face, your hair is a little damp but he is there to brush it. The blood from your younger brothers it’s not longer on your skin, still, you can feel it burning your flesh, in a way it felt like leaving a mark.
You feel disgusting, a piece of garbage that can only be covered in a towel, ready if he wants to take it off and consume all of what it’s left.
He hummed, a song you forgot the name but one he always said it was about you two. Like you were a normal couple, he would try to be romantic, oblivious of your true relation
Or maybe he just didn’t care.
It’s not like you had a choice, at this point all your hopes of leaving this crazy world died with Damian, you just hope Alfred forgets about you
You wouldn’t stand see him die too.
— You’re awfully quiet, are you okay, my love? — His voice covered in bitter sweetness made you look up to him, that smile hiding the sickness obsession he had towards you
He took all your future away from you. The dreams you had, the people you loved. And why? Just because he wanted a lover? No, that can’t be right
Since the day he saw you, since the day his disgusting eyes looked at you, you were doomed
A little girl had no business being the object of obsession of the person she saw as a brother, it was this monster who had all the fault.
He needs to rot in hell, he needs to pay for his actions.
He killed everybody, he killed people just to be the only one on your heart.
But he didn’t deserve that.
— Darling, I have a surprise for you! — He chuckled, a smile you could compare to a child’s.
He walked to the wardrobe, his hands reaching for a white dress.
Your eyes opened in horror, a wedding dress, not only that but the one you kept pointing at whenever Bruce asked about you marrying
Your dream dress since you were a kid, he came to ruin it with his hands covered in blood.
— It was hard to find it, but oh I always dreamed of you wearing it — he pulled the dress to his face, pressing it against his cheek like it could bury on it.
His sick actions makes you want to throw up.
In any other context, maybe in a world where he swallowed his sick feelings, maybe in that world you would be hugging him and letting out sweet thanks you
Your dream dress, your dream..?
He smiled, like he just read your mind, saying yes to whatever thought you had.
He is taking away your mind, every small thought, every small goal, he is making it his.
Disgusting… he is such a creep
— At first I was mad, the thought of you marrying someone? What a horrible thing — a pale pink went to his cheeks. You closed your eyes praying for him to not say it
To not say out loud what will doom you for real
— But turns out we were meant to marry each other! A dream coming true! — He placed the dress on the bed, hands free for him to approach and take off the towel covering your body.
You don’t care anymore, you can just look at the floor, trying to muffle away every thought about escaping
He doomed your future, there’s no dream left he didn’t wrest from you.
You are left with nothing but a feeling of giving up.
— You look so cute! Such a lovely bride — He held your chin making you look at yourself on the mirror, expensive fabrics decorating a broken doll
He is so disgusting for thinking it was cute, but he was always a freak.
Dick took you on his arms, carrying you to the living room where everything was decorated for it to take your breath away, it didn’t.
Because, in the table, on the middle of the room, there was Damian’s head like some kind of wedding cake
His eyes, cold and lifeless looking at you so sharply you had to look away
— Are you stunned? Aw, I knew you’ll like it — Fucking monster, oh you hate him so much.
He placed you on the couch, sitting beside you and taking your hands on his.
Eyes filled with love and adoration, a view that makes you sick on the stomach. He pulled away, just to place a veil in your head like it could make it any better
He is living his dream, you’re living your worst nightmare.
— I, Richard Grayson take you (Reader), to be my wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part — He looked at you, ready to receive your vows.
You looked down at your hands intertwined, a chain wrapping around your wrist, the final chain for you to loose your life.
But the glow of the knife in the table made your eyes shine, Dick looked excited, thinking it was pure love.
— I, (Reader) take you Dick, to.. to.. — He approached you, ready to hear the next sentence. That’s when your hand reached for the knife stabbing him on the stomach.
Dick pulled way, hand pressing against the wound while his eyes looked at you on disbelief
He didn’t understand it, everything was going so good, why did you took that decision?
You took the knife out, ready for another stab. He couldn’t have it, he stood up, tripping on his own feet as he tried to run away.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! You were supposed to be bound forever, but there he was, running from your cozy home while you walked behind him
Blood staining the perfect yard he kept taking care of, blood staining the future he had prepare for you.
He fell, his mind getting dizzy because of the lost of blood and that’s when you got in top of him
You looked too beautiful under the moon light, it was a shame your dress got stained with your blood
Or maybe not, that white dress was the proof of his love for you
DUDE I had it on my drafts for weeks! It is finally coming out, sorry for the delay but I’m finally on school break! Yay! Anyways, if I don’t post anything else merry Christmas!
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