Moon

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I think I’m finally clean…

Hello to everyone! My name is Moon, I go by any pronouns and I write for the dc fandom, I don’t usually post on a schedule, so sometimes you’ll see four posts in a roll and then nothing for months.

English it’s not my first language, but I’m proud to say I’m Mexican! Please I ask for your patience whenever you read a weird description or something.

If you want to check my work for other fandoms check, @thwondergirl for Isaac Night’s content. @iivampireheart for multi fandom yandere content and @iiballadeeriii for Genshin impact smau content.

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You’ll find some weird shit like incest or non-con actions— tho, my content isn’t just that. Please, remember this is just a blog and every character is fictional.

If you don’t feel comfortable with this type of content, please dni but don’t report.

Masterlist

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So I was writing a new fic and fucking tumblr deleted half of it— I’m about to kill my self, I swear to god

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Lowkey me bc I’m writing starving for school

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I love writing robin r or batsib, in general I like writing kids bc I feel like I’m living the kind of fantasies I had before going to sleep when I was eleven. AND ALSO I CAN WRITE ROMCOM WITH CHARACTERS I LOVED, now I’m an old lady and I can’t even look at those thirteen year old characters I used to see as older than me *sobs* *sobs*

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Bored of you

What if Tim had an undying toxic obsession?

Content you’ll see here: Gen!neutral reader, yandere!tim drake, just Tim being an ass as a partner tbh

English it’s not my first language, so please be patient

A long night on February, that’s what Tim remembers it as. It all happened one night when he was scrolling through his phone, waiting for patrol to be over

That’s when his friend told him about you, a small chat about someone he would forget in a few hours, turns out he didn’t. After so many months pursuing Bernard, he never thought about something as falling in love could happen again.

You didn’t talk to each other that day, not even on the next days, but your account following his personal one meant something. He saw you have a life, sometimes replying to your stories in a way to start a quick chat, never doing more than that.

Until it happened, a small talk got into a daily chat, promises to meet up turned into “where do we go next?” And it felt so weird

So weird to be deeply in love, giggling whenever you got jealous of his friendship with Kon, kicking the air whenever you sent a voice message. That kind of stuff made Tim’s heart flutter like he was thirteen again, a big feeling that stopped.

Yeah, you kept being a sweetheart, loving him in a way everything felt right, it just Tim grew bored of it, your daily chats were boring and he started praying for you to not text him

He was busy doing stuff, but turns out he wasn’t up for having someone as needy as you. Yeah, it was nice to hear someone telling him how much they love him, but now he needs something more… interesting.

Then, if that’s how he feels, why does he suddenly feel so mad at seeing you, the person he thought he couldn’t care less with someone else? Is it something wrong with him? Oh, no, he just knows when someone belongs to him and that someone is you

You belong to him.

So, since you deeply cared about him, he just had to come back to your life.

Life came back as what it once was

Until he grew tired of it, again. But now you gave him a reason to leave, being jealous of his best friend was enough to want someone away right? So he left.

Life felt easier that way, he tried to get with more people, have a life. He swears he did but once life got bored and he found himself scrolling through your account he knew he had to come back

A girl he thought you wouldn’t look at was already getting comfy around you, a girl he despised as much as he despised The joker.

Hello! He is back again, calling you by cute names and pretending to be the sweet boyfriend, except you’re not back together

You don’t want to, and that’s okay, he just needs to have you for him.

He is such a bad person, he knows it, he doesn’t want you because he loves you, he just hates the thought of seeing you with someone else

No one has to know that, right?

So when you’re boring him, he starts doing new stuff. Making you jealous, fighting, making you believe you’re the bad person here

This is so fun, he feels himself smirking whenever you fight over text, already thinking how to turn things around so you feel bad

Ah, but don’t misunderstand him, he does enjoy your company. Whenever you get on call he is giggling like he did when the relationship started.

— You’re so immature — Your voice sent an electric shock through his body, did you really said that? His hands are shaking at the thought of you thinking that low of him

Who gave you permission to do that?

And everything changed, you changed.

You stopped treating him like a partner, more like a friend you would make fun of. Then you started to not care about what he had to say, every day he felt like he was fighting for your attention

And it felt so good.

The trill of wishing for a reaction, even if it was toxic, he felt he couldn’t be more enamored by the thought of a untouchable god in front of him. You really became what he wanted you to be, someone he can blame when he gets too bad

He loves you. He adores you.

Oh god, how much he wants your attention on him. You could literally have everyone and you still want him back. Such a god only can belong to him

— I think it’s best if we stop talking to each other — everything felt cold, you leaving his side just because he failed on replying to your text

This is bad, this is so bad

You can’t leave, you can’t abandon him like he means nothing! You’re his, you will forever be his.

And when he is biting his nail until it bleeds, he finds out you’re setting down with someone new

Someone, he hated, he never talked to him, he doesn’t need to.

He’s desperate, so desperate that he creates an online persona, someone to talk to this person and make him leave you. It all started small, chatting until he trust everything Tim said, then he flirted just the way this person wanted

Small gestures, compliments, everything he could dream off and then it came, Tim started spilling his tongue out, telling this person how bad you were as a partner

How you never cared about him, how jealous you were and he believed it

Fight over fight, he was there comforting your partner until it came

— Could you tell your friend to talk to them? They won’t tell me the truth about their ex — finally, everything got just like Tim wanted it to be

His fingers where already typing a text, now telling you how much bad he was, how much he missed you

Pretending to be the victim.

Now he told you how his online persona was so mean to him, manipulating everything so if you ever discovered his burn account you would think it was someone obsessed with Tim.

Whenever you damned this fake person, Tim only could smile and laugh his ass off.

You’re his, and your attention is back to him

He just needs to convince you to leave your new partner. And then everything could go as he planned

Except it didn’t.

You chose this person over him, no matter how much he tried for you to look at him. You chose the wrong person, the person you weren’t supposed to choose

You’re his! You are supposed to always choose him. But you’re tired, tired of breaking up and getting back together. Of not finding more than Tim playing with your heart until he got bored

If you have to be the bad person, then you’ll be it, you finally chose your happiness over his amusement

And when Tim is doing desperate movements to get your attention back to him

You’re being happy.

If you squint your eyes just a little, you’ll see myself projecting my love life on Tim— who said that?!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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OMG your 'servant' fic was amazing! Any plans to make a part 2? It's totally understandable if your not but of thats the case i would just like to say your writing is impeccable

Thank you so much! So, uhm it would be pretty hard since the reader is… y’know dead and I do not plan to do something only from Damian’s pov, but I’m deeply honored that you find my writing good.

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But if you play the savior, would you make me holy?

Tim drake

Cologne (Yan!Tim)

Heartbreak

Wolf

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You turned me into an idea of sorts

Bruce Wayne

Do I look like her?

Spoiled

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Your servant

What if Damian had a sister who only cared about his wellbeing?

Content you’ll see here: Twin!reader, gn!reader, mentions of death, sightly angst, kinda ooc

Being on Gotham isn’t that bad, you and Damian were raised as a reflection of each other, though your grandfather always seem to think he was better than you, but what could you do when your only mistake was being born a woman? Not like it matters to you, even if Damian gets the life you should’ve get, you can’t be mad at your favorite twin

Your only twin

When your mother released you, you thought about running away from this life, a pathetic life were you took lifes. Maybe that’s why your grandfather didn’t like you, you were too soft for an assassin.

That also meant you were the first one to get used to your father’s rules, but for Damian that was the worst case.

It didn’t matter, you’re here to make his life easier, even if your mother’s words make you shiver

— Mother, what is my purpose? — You still remember the face your mother had with that question, even if she loved you the same way she does to Damian, she still understood your pain, but never enough to stop it.

— You’re made to be Damian’s last resort, but you’re supposed to never let him use you — A purpose, the purpose you had to take with both hands

There’s nothing else you could do, and at the same time, you’re happy to have a purpose

Maybe being the head wasn’t made for you, that’s the only job your brother can do. Something only destiny can offer.

You feel selfish, selfish to be happy about everything around you. Your family is the best, Dick is around sometimes and you get to talk with him about his life on the circus. You knew Jason before but now you don’t have the league’s pressure on your shoulders, you can finally talk with him freely. And Tim…

He is for sure your favorite, the only person besides your father who gets your grandfather’s respect, now you get it

He works so hard to be something your father likes, you’re the same, he hasn’t chosen to play this role but that doesn’t make him less capable

Sometimes, just sometimes, you think about being like him.

— That is wrong — You pointed at the screen, Tim took a sip of his energy drink before looking at what you said. On his board there were pieces of his new case.

— This isn’t a cut a Munechika would do, it is too clean, it’s probably a Masasume — Tim looked at it on silence, your knowledge about Katanas triggered something on him, not in a bad way though.

He hummed, his hand moved to take off the picture in a way to show you he took your words as true

Your heart fluttered in excitement

— You know? You’re smarter than Damian, I don’t know why Dick didn’t choose you to be Robin— Hard words your brother wouldn’t handle, but now, maybe you can pretend you didn’t hear them

Even if your body feels happy.

Damian got in the room throwing his cape to the floor, in that moment you placed your book aside looking at him confused. He looks so mad, like something just changed and he has to handle it

Or maybe don’t, maybe you have to do it

Not like you mind, tho

— That fatous bird, I hope he perish! — That’s a lot of hard words, that also meant he is mad like hell, with a deep sigh you got up, folding the cape to put it on your drawer.

He continued to let out curses, you barely listening to whatever he wanted to say. After all, he is just taking out stress from his body, once he is finished you can talk it out

Damian always does this, this family makes him go nuts and then it’s also your problem, sometimes he gets over it and sometimes you have to make sure they apologize

Even if he wasn’t in the right.

— Drake thinks he is too smart? Oh I’ll show him smart — like a rabbit who just heard a noise, suddenly your mind stopped muffling the noise, now paying attention

— He was a nobody before father let him in! No one would notice him if it wasn’t because of my blood line, and he dared to call me stupid?! —

Suddenly, his hand moved to wrap around your wrist, eyes shot in red blood, a gaze ready to kill someone

This isn’t right, you never saw Damian looking at you like that, there’s no way he now wants to see you as a threat

— Can you believe it?! He thinks someone is smarter than me! Who in earth would be smarter than me?! — oh, did Tim told him?

That’s bad news, at least he didn’t say your name, but this is too much. If you’re not careful enough you’ll let out a smile

Tim thinks you’re too smart to even brag about it? Ah you’re so happy! No, wait, get a poker face, Damian can get angrier if he sees you mocking him

You’re not mocking him, that can’t be, you’re worried about your twin thinking low about himself, yeah! That’s it, keep that in mind

— What do you mean? Aliens can’t be smarter — You spit out those words, a fake way to take the attention out of you. You apologize in your mind to Kon, he’s such a nice guy and you’re calling him stupid for your own good.

Damian lets your wrist go, finally you can breath, he isn’t suspicious about you anymore. That’s a good sign, you can now pretend to be as mad as him

Don’t smile, don’t smile, don’t smile.

— We need to find out who he is talking about, if he dared to say that person could take Robin out of me then they must be good — He said what? Oh goddamn, Is it a test?

Your hand moved behind your back, grabbing your shirt with such strength you felt your fist shiver. That’s too good, so many compliments and you’re supposed to not react to it?

You can do it, yeah! Take a deep breath

— I’ll take care of it, brother — you’re such a liar, you won’t be suicidal for him if you’re gone, who could protect him?

You’re going to hell for sure, not like you were going to heaven but now you truly deserve it.

Like, how can you not pretend to killed someone when your father is the one explaining his case?

Alexander Ardolf, son of immigrants and also someone with a brilliant future, perfect grades, winner of many gymnasts competitions and also helped the GCPD solve a case, the perfect example of what Robin is supposed to be. Him and Tim talked a few weeks ago, for Alexander Tim was someone to admire. He was also, the person you chose to blame for your brother’s sake.

Your grandfather always talked about how a small sacrifice is good for a great empire, so killing this nobody would be enough to protect your dear empire

— The wounds are the same the league of assassins do — You closed your eyes at the mention, maybe this way you can blame your grandfather

It wouldn’t be weird, right? Killing the person that is threatening your heir. Your mother would be angry for blaming the league but at least she isn’t here.

The next words came in a blur, at this point you’re not listening to your father, it doesn’t matter when the case is already closed.

— Damian asked someone to do this — Actually, Tim’s words made you pay attention. How in earth does he know?

You were careful, nobody heard your conversation with Damian and if they did you would’ve taken care of that.

He walked in front of the computer, typing for it to show a photo of your brother. How dare he? Accusing your brother of something as evil as killing someone

… that’s hypocritical for you to say.

— This could be my fault, I told him there was someone who could replace him — His eyes fell on you, apologizing and also checking on you.

Oh, you have to act surprise. You looked down, avoiding his gaze in a way to show how guilty you felt of being better than Damian— which, wasn’t true at all, no one is better than Damian.

The meeting continued, planning on how to get Damian to confess and also what to do with him, being the plotter is as bad as holding the weapon

But, was this all worthy? Even if they fail to know you did it, they will still know Damian wanted this and will take him to jail. Your mother could do something to avoid it, yeah, but would you have the time to tell her once they catch you?

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You ruined your life and your brother’s for this. You could’ve just say you were the culprit of his rage, yeah he would be mad but he wouldn’t be mad forever.

No, he would, in fact, your little demon had the resentment of your grandfather, if he hadn’t forgive the humans your brother wouldn’t forgive you, not for threatening his place in this family

This feeling of being the worst sibling won’t go away, you’re the worst. Killing somebody for your own benefit and fear of loosing the only person who cared

What could you do? Yeah he wished someone’s death but you committed it, even if you now admit your crime they will take Damian away

There’s no choice then…

Eight pm, at this time you would be taking a shower thinking about homework you will do once you’re clean and fresh, tonight you were applying black eyeshadow on your eyes

Two days ago your family agreed to caught Damian tonight, not thinking about how you listened to their plan without missing any detail.

Now, the Robin suit fits you perfectly and your hair is combed the way Damian likes it. It’s only a matter of time

— (Reader)? — His voice made you turn around. He looked exhausted, sweat dripping from his head in a way to show you he just trained

Exactly like you planned.

— They know Damian, but don’t worry I have a plan — He didn’t question, not “What do they know?” “How do they know?” No, just acceptance and respect for you doing something that ruin

Before everything, you’re the same and your kills are his kills. He walked to you, his hand brushing the small of you cheek, admiring the attire you’re putting on

No need for words, he knows it

— Im better at hiding, once they think they are chasing you, you will go to the harbor where mom is waiting for us — you explained the plan, hand moving to grab his, a silent promise to come back.

This is exactly what you wanted, Damian and you are identical, not even your father could tell you apart.

He rushed to put on your clothes, hood on so his short hair won’t bother the plan. Finally, with a wave he left through the front door

Would you regret this? Having the best life in your hands and throwing it away for your brother, you know this is your purpose. At least you’re not like that one on the basement, living only to be Damian’s organ bank, at least you had a life to live

Then it’s worthy, achieving the goal you had since birth, is your mother proud? She always said your wins are hers, then she must be proud.

There is not time for feelings, with the mask on you put the plan moving.

The rest was easy, running from the manor, loud enough for them to chase you but also quick enough to not let them catch you.

Running from home it’s a thing, running from your family is something else. You can hear their loud voices letting out their breath in a rush, even being so far away you hear how their hearts breaking at seeing you not denying anything— well, Damian isn’t.

You kept running, running until your legs ached and asked for rest, too bad they won’t be able to have it not until you reach the GCPD

Damian must be arriving the harbor now, talking to your mother and mocking every member for not being able to catch you. But when the lights of the police are on. You are able to set your pace down

That’s when Dick’s arms wrapped around you, pushing you to the floor where you did your best to not show your face.

— Don’t resist! It would be better for you — You hear the pain in his voice, not your problem.

It wasn’t until you locked eyes with Tim, the idea instantly locking in him. But he is too busy spinning the idea in his brain to even say anything, to tell them to let you go.

You have to be quick, if he thinks a little too fast then you’ll be in a lot of trouble. This is not how you wanted it to end

With that idea in your head, your hand rushed to take a knife out of your pocket, Dick moved to dodge it and also take it away from you, his movements were exactly of someone who almost got stabbed

Good thing it wasn’t your intention.

In a swift movement the knife stabbed your abdomen. Too quick for them to understand what was happening

— (Reader)! — finally, Tim got out of his daze, yelling for them to let you go

Too late, you took out the knife throwing it to the floor. No one said a thing for a moment, not wanting to acknowledge your actions. After all, how could you accept one of your sibling just committed suicide?

No one spoke, not until your father rushed to your body, desperate to do something and make the blood stop. You’re his baby.

Except, he didn’t stand a chance.

Well that’s a way to die, at least now it would take some time until they reach Damian and if they do, your mother would be there to protect him

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You feel bad, you’ve never lived a life out of being your brother’s servant. Not like doing chores and stuff just acting like he was your god. Was he really a god? At this point in your life his present feels that way

Life? I mean, death, but even if you gave him your life you won’t regret a thing, because the best part of your life was celebrating your birthday together

A reminder of how deeply your bond was.

— Mother? Where is (Reader)? —

This draft has been in the vault for almost a month and finally I had the chance to finish it, you can hear Servant of evil in my inspirations for this one. So, actually the plan was to kill Tim but I wanted a moment of “oh my lord, why would you do that?” And the fic wrote by itself.

Life has been has been a little too hard on me, so I’m sorry for not posting that much anymore, but don’t worry! I won’t let my hyper fixation for this guys go away! Anyways

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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You’re on your own, is that what you want?

— Masterlist

Damian Wayne

Your friendly neighbor Spidey

Jason Todd

Bruce Wayne (platonic)

Tim Drake

Dick Grayson tba

Conner Kent

Batfam tba

Rotten chocolate for Spiderwoman tba

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Help me hold on onto you

Jason Todd

Love of my life

Our love is god

Not alone (platonic, robin!reader)

Laugh (platonic, Robin!reader)

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She begs to god that I just choke

Damian Wayne

Little brother (platonic bat!sis)

Destiny (platonic, yan!damian)

Afternoon life

Destiny part two (platonic, yan!damian)

Your servant

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The world keeps calling me, come on girl, spit it out

Your friendly neighbor Spidey

Spidey reader

Once your life got a weird twist, you get the chance to live with your father in Gotham even if it meant to leave your loved New York behind, but turns out you’re not ready to take off your mask.

Gender neutral! Reader.

Mask off

Like you need to

What do you fight for?

Spot

Get back on your feet

My reason

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Do you possibly have a masterlist? If not will you make one someday? 🥹 i love your writing sm and i can't some of them that are series 😭 so far my favourite one is the one reader accidentally turning into a cat and the batfam taking them in 🥹

Hiii! So, I do have a Masterlist but I haven’t post it yet, if you want I can tag you once it’s ready! Sorry about it, it was a huuuge revamp and I forgot about it. Also, Favorite human is actually a one shot (at the moment! I’m working on a second part)

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Obsessed

What if Conner Kent was a bad partner?

Content you’ll see here: Mentions of sex, toxic relationship, Conenr Kent x gn!reader, 80’s superboy, kind of ooc?

English it’s not my first language, so please be patient!

The small noise of the city made you want to rip your ears off, why? Why so small details feel like too much? Maybe because the person beside you makes you feel like too small on a big place.

Conner Kent isn’t the type of person you’ll choose as a partner, of course he is a great person, he understands his duty as a superhero but as a lover… that’s too much to ask. How long has it been? You met on March and now is January. Almost a whole year of this madness.

He was the sweetest boy, always loving you and whenever your heart felt unhappy, he would always be there to make you understand how much he loves you

And that’s the problem, he loves too much. You thought it was too much, it had to be your fault, I mean, you grew tired in a few months so maybe that was the problem. Turns out, it was your heart telling you to run away. Conner is such a nice guy, but he has no empathy

You asked too much for an artificial being.

Your hands find their way on your head, holding it as a way to remind you the place you are now.

Because no matter how many times Conner made you feel like you were crazy, you will always come crawling back to him

No one will love you like he does, no one would see your mistakes and take them as something to love

It is toxic, oh god how it is. At this point you are only using him to feel good, but why? Why everytime you try to do something good he goes and makes it worse?

Sex after an argument… a way to make you shut up, he doesn’t care about your complies. No, he doesn’t see what he’s done as something bad

He doesn’t have a heart, there is no way he would just do that and make you believe you are the one in the wrong.

He betrayed your trust by telling your deepest secrets to Tim, that’s a bad thing! You are not over reacting, there is no way you are

…

Maybe you are, maybe, just maybe, you may be over reacting

But he sighs on his sleep, wrapping an arm around your waist like nothing happened.

How much time you will handle this? Him ruining your mind just for you to come back to him. The worst part is that you aren’t the one who ends the relation

Is always Conner, is always when he gets tired of you complaining of his lack of empathy.

That has to be the reason you can’t leave him, no one would love you like he does.

But is it love when all he does is cause you pain? You’ve lost track of how many nights you’ve spent crying over something he said, only for you to beg him to forgive you

Just because you ask for an apology.

This isn’t love, he doesn’t love you

— Why can’t you let me go? — A whisper left your mouth, it loose itself on the cold of the night and you were ready to just forget the thought. Just like you always do, forget your emotions for this narcissistic who won’t see his mistakes. Motherfucker. Hooking up with the person you’ve felt must insecure about and then acting like it was nothing.

You’re not overreacting, this monster only wants to have some fun with your twisted mind and no receive any consequences. And you let him, everytime he throws you away, you come back crawling for him.

It is also your fault, you’re too obsessed with how his love feels, with how your heart feels with warm when he tells you a nice thing. But does it matter when he makes you cry everytime? You’re letting this man break your mind from inside out

Pathetic…

— I love you — his voice makes you jump, his beautiful ocean eyes look at you filling with that sweet, rotten sparkle. He pulls himself to hide his face on your lap, avoiding the gaze that can only make him want to kiss you dumb.

— I can’t let you go, you’re mine and I’m yours — Oh god how you want to beat the shit out of him, he is only playing with your heart

And even when your heart is praying for you to go, yelling for you to get him off and run, you decide to brush the hair out of his face.

He is your Conner after all, even when his love is intoxicating you, there isn’t someone who can love you the same way he does. You knew what you were doing when you hugged him the first time, you sealed your destiny with your first kiss

It’s your mistake, and these are your consequences. You can’t blame a clone who doesn’t know better

— I love you too, Conner — you try to ignore how your eyes filled with tears, you try to ignore how your heart aches at the familiar feeling

Is a matter of time, a matter of time you try to move on and he breaks up with you, a matter of time before you come back asking for his forgiveness.

And you’ll do it over and over again, until he gets tired of you

Oh how you hope he doesn’t, you just want him to keep on being obsessed with you

After all, no one will ever love you the same way he does.

Hi! Happy new year to everybody! I think I’ve already said it but it won’t hurt to say it again. Sorry for my inactivity! I don’t have an excuse I was just being lazy, anyways. I had the need to write angst and at first it was supposed to be about Dick, but then I read the Young justice 90’s comic and man I had to write about playboy Conner, tbh, it was just a one shot of Conner cheating but then Burn from Hamilton started playing and the story wrote itself. With that being said!

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

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Destiny

Second part of this!

What if Damian had a obsession through his twin sister?

Content you’ll see: Yandere!Platonical!Damian, batsis, fem!reader, disabled!reader

English it’s not my first language so please be patient

Damian is… overprotective, that’s the word that describes his whole existence. Is he a talented kid? Hell no, for your eyes he’s just an overprotective kid who keeps following every step you take

Were you homeschooled? He wants to be homeschooled too, it took him weeks for him to accept going to school

And it lead you to this, for the first time you were going to a normal school.

Ever since your father discovered your disability he started overprotecting you, not like he thinks you’re useless but because he doesn’t want you to feel bad

Let’s explain your disease, you can walk, but sometimes your bones hurt too much to even handle short walks

And of course, Damian took it as a way to show how protective he can be, do you stop just for a second? He’s carrying you on his back until they can find your crutch

Does it hurts enough for you to use a wheelchair? He’s sticking by your side no matter what, does he have to go patrol? Hell no, his sister needs him and he’ll be just right there.

At first everyone found it cute, the little demon had a sweet spot for his twin

And it started growing weird, like the time Dick couldn’t sit next to you without Damian treating to slit his throat while he sleeps

He doesn’t think anyone is worth enough to take care of you, he didn’t have any proof

Until it hits.

He was taking a bath when a sudden burst of pain filled his body, he doesn’t know how he could get dressed quick enough to look for you

And you were on the floor, your bones hurting more than usual, enough for you to just collapse.

That showed him how destined he was to take care of you, Is he supposed to have a separate life from you? Then why his body told him you were in danger?

Everyone assumed it was a twin thing, but he sees it as a proof, you two are meant to be

In the most platonic way, Jason sometimes gets it wrong and it just piss Damian.

Something he hates, going on patrol, of course he chose to be Robin but his mind starts wondering if you’re okay

Are you feeling okay? Are you in pain? If sometime he feels the “twin sense” tickling, he’s off patrol in a second, no hesitation, he’s running to the manor to check on you.

So, when he was ready to leave, a small suit got his attention

— Oh, you discovered (Reader)’s suit — it was like his mind just blowed up, he looked at his father in a confused expression

Almost offended, how dare his father imply his sweet sibling could be Robin?

It took him a while to assimilate it, there are thousands of pictures of you being Robin

You were nine, it surprised him how you could swing through the roofs like you were meant to be.

Apparently, your condition wasn’t that bad back then, you were able to walk without a crutch

Of course, you had to stop every certain time to get a break

His father really took everything to make you have a good life even if you body was weak, he can’t believe it

What could bring your body to be this destroyed? Like, even Alfred bakes a cake whenever you feel like walking without any mobility aid

And he takes it as a challenge.

He is going to train his sister body to be Robin again.

Can you blame him? He loved seeing the photos of his little sibling smiling and moving like a normal person.

Someone had to hold you down when you found out he broke his leg to match your disability

Damian always said it was important for him to understand your pain, it only took him a week to perfection a way to fight with crutches

It was clumsy, yes, but perfect for you.

It didn’t matter if he kept hurting himself to teach you how to do it, seeing you smile was enough for him to know his life had a purpose.

But what something was even worse that you feeling useless, it was seeing you fail every few steps

Everyone told him it was because you were too weak for it, how dare them?

You weren’t weak, you just need him to teach you properly, or maybe he didn’t though about the sudden pain you’ll feel.

And he started wearing needles on his shoes, every time he had to stop because of how much pain he was enduring, he could imagine how much you took since you were little.

His sweet twin, being Robin to please his father even if every move hurt like hell

He took the punishment, he handle it with proud on his chest as he tried to make this easier for you

And still, he kept protecting you

It didn’t matter if his mobility was reduced, he has Titus to protect you at his side

Does he have to see a doctor? Titus is barking to everyone who tries to approach you, why do you mean they were just passing by? Nonsense, Titus wouldn’t bark if they didn’t mean any harm.

And if his leg healed but you still can’t fight? He is breaking it again, until his family started to worry

He wasn’t able to break his bones without seeing his father with a sorry look, so he started letting the criminals hurt him. At this point he is praying to be hurt every night, they don’t. They don’t hurt him and it is pissing him off

Useless criminals, with no other purpose in life than make you and his life easier and they can’t even do that

Then the blood started to come, furious of not being able to help you. He let out his anger on those goons who wouldn’t do their job good enough.

You wipe the blood from his cheek worried about him getting hurt, he smiled at you. His chest warm from seeing you worry

It’s okay.

Once he can match your energy you won’t have to worry anymore.

Ngl, this was on my drafts for months, I finally had the enough confidence to write the end of it

I hope you had a merry Christmas and in case we don’t see each other again, happy new year!

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[sramoonlight]

Sick love

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

He is dead.

— 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

What you chose.

— 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

You made it! You made-

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

Fucking monster…

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.

How dare he?

— 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

His sick love.

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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