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help-itrappedmyself · 2 months

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Dead On Main part 7

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dedicated to @cervinebotanist and @leafyeyes417 for responding so quickly and with such enthusiasm to part 6. Thank you for the encouragement and support.

Danny takes a deep breath. He can hear scrambling from somewhere else in the car, but he can’t pay attention to what’s happening as he focuses inward. He closes his eyes, and reaches inside himself.

Jason has a tiny baby core! Danny almost coos at it, but it’s so underdeveloped that he’s sad instead. Danny can feel ectoplasm in himself, in Jason’s body. But it isn’t enough. This ectoplasm has been reused, reduced, recycled one too many times. It’s got barely enough to stay alive left in it. Jason is mostly being sustained by his human half right now. It feels like play-doh that turns to dust where it should stretch, dried-out and old. It makes him even more sad. And slightly ill. But the sadness makes the rioting ectoplasm calm back down inside him.

Danny opens his eyes. He’s slightly disoriented, but calm now, eyes no longer glowing. They had stopped the car. He looks at Tim, who is leaning against his door and braced against it and Dick’s chair, giving Danny as much space as possible. His hand is almost on the door handle and his tablet on the floor. Dick and Bruce are exchanging panicked looks in the front seat, both now unbuckled for some reason and completely turned to face the backseat.

“Hey, speaking of ectoplasm, this body really needs some.” Danny informs them. “If it doesn’t get some new ectoplasm soon his core is going to cease functioning, and that would be really bad, and possibly irreversible.”

“Uhhh.” Dick’s panicked look is turning straight to confusion, as is everyone else’s. “What?”

“I didn’t realize that Jason was, I mean he had mentioned he died, but he- well, I guess I didn’t want to talk about it over the phone either. Does make it easier to talk about since we’re the same, but of course we couldn’t have known yet. But his core needs some help, do you not have access to ectoplasm back home?” Danny is rambling, brain spinning at the thought of how much he and Jason have in common. This big thing that no one else would truly understand by each other. And Vlad, sort of, but nobody likes Vlad. “It’s amazing that we ended up soulmates. He’s only the third person in the world I’ve even heard about with this condition. How long has he been without ectoplasm? Is he having trouble finding any, or does he not know he needs it? Either way, I’m giving him some as soon as possible.” Danny doesn’t know whether he should freak out over that fact that his soulmate is as dead as he is, that he’s currently dying from lack of ecto, or that his soulmate’s entire family is probably going to end up learning about him and ghosts, or the fact that he is currently taking another body that the GIW is going to want to study straight to them. All of these things seem like great reasons to freak out on their own, so all together he is just panicking.

Danny doesn’t seem to be able to breathe.

“Hey, come on, that’s fine, you can totally give Jason some… ectoplasm.” Dick says.

“Danny, you have to breathe, okay.” Tim is much calmer than Dick, so Danny focuses on him as Bruce and Dick whisper in the front. “Danny, match my breathing.” Danny stares at Tim, who is making very exaggerated breathing movements, and tries to time his breathing to match. “We’ll figure everything out, but we don’t need to do it right now.” Tim is still helping Danny, talking calmly, but he says this with enough force to distract the two in the front seat enough for them to shut up for a second. Danny appreciates the bit of silence.

“You need to start driving.” Danny, tells Bruce. “Right now, his human half is sustaining the rest of him almost entirely. If Jason doesn’t get more ecto soon, his other half will die, and I’m not sure what will happen to his human side if that happens. He may die again completely.”

There’s a beat of silence in the car. Bruce stares right into Danny’s eyes.

“You are saying there is an active threat to my son’s life, ” Bruce asks, voice hard.

Danny nods. Then everyone is buckled back in and Bruce is pulling them back onto the road.

“You know what’s happening and how to help him?” Bruce asks, voice steady but Danny can sense all the emotion underneath. Bruce is really worried right now, he looks around the car and realizes that Dick and Tim are as well. They both have phones out, but are tense, tuned into his conversation with Bruce.

“Yeah, It’s a simple enough fix, I’m just worried because he’s really…” Danny takes a moment to think of the right word. “Ecto deficient? His core is definitely malnourished, and his body and mind definitely need it. They are being sustained with human stuff for now, but eventually that won’t be enough.”

“How urgent is this?”

Danny feels for Jason’s core, feeling like he’s invading his privacy, but without other options to check. It’s not cracked, but it’s not fully formed either. Half starved baby core, not even strong enough to present. Its link to an obsession is strong, but frayed enough that Danny can’t tell what it is. The core is not strong enough to produce it’s own ecto, even in response to the obsession being fulfilled. Everything is stable, but strained.

“I’m not an expert, but he’s sustained himself this long. And we’re already on the way. We should be fine, but I’ll keep an eye on it just in case.”

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dead on main #danny phantom #red hood #my writing #fanfiction #soulmate au

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veryace-ficrecs · 3 months

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Tim Joins the BatFam Early Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

the butler's neighbor by deargalileo - Rated G

it starts with a baseball, thrown onto the wayne's property. it's alfred's job to deal with such happenings, of course. but over tea and galas, it turns into so much more.

after all, why should bruce be the only one allowed to adopt any child that he finds?

the capillaries in my eyes are bursting by Scarlet_Ribbons - Rated T

Bruce grunts, standing up. “Jenkins said the same. What about what you weren’t told?” And without dissembling, Jason says, “I think they fucked that kid up, B.” [Jack and Janet die. As things get weirder and weirder, it feels like Tim might be at the center of the unfolding conspiracy.]

An (almost) Foolproof Lie by HiddenDreamer67 - Rated T

“No, they don’t leave me totally alone.” Tim hurriedly explained. “My neighbor Bruce Wayne looks after me.” Batman stared at him for a long while. “Bruce Wayne.” He parroted slowly. (A young Tim Drake gets kidnapped by Falcone. When Batman rescues him, Tim tells Batman that Bruce Wayne is his temporary guardian. Oddly enough, Batman isn’t fooled by this perfect cover story.)

Anton Syndrome by Anonymous - Rated M

Tim's parents have been away for six months and counting—the longest he's ever been left alone at one time—and it's starting to have some unpleasant side effects. Luckily, he has a solution. OR, the one where Tim attempts prostitution to cure his touch starvation. His plan goes wrong pretty much from step one, but it all works out for the better.

I'll Stand By You by TaraLaurel - Rated T

"I'm not going to ask you why you're out here, kid," Jason nods. "That's your business and you don't know me or Dick to trust us." Not true. Tim trusts Jason Todd and Dick Grayson with his life. Just not with, the other stuff. "But," Jason continues, "if you want to tell me what got you here, or you just want to talk about anything, you can, with me. Dick too. He's an annoying ray of sunshine that won't ever shut up most of the time, but he is actually a good listener. I'd know." OR When Tim's parents find out Tim's secret, they kick him out. Now, on Thanksgiving, Tim is living on the streets and is thankful for the two strangers currently saving him from getting his face pounded into the pavement. Wait...those aren't strangers...

Just a Typical Monday Morning by Writer_loves_tropes - Rated T

There are three things in life that Timothy Drake knows for sure. One, Tim is the greatest retro Guitar Hero player in the world (even if the wonderful people at the Guinness Book of World Records won’t rightfully acknowledge this fact). Two, Tim is allergic to walnuts. He’s convinced his parents that he’s allergic to spinach too because he hates it. He’s pretty sure when his parents find out, they’re going to make him eat spinach casserole for dinner for a whole week as punishment. And the third thing Tim knows for sure? He’s sure that on this typical Monday morning, the entire Gotham High School thinks Timothy Jackson Drake is Robin, Batman’s vigilante sidekick. A random locker check and the real Robin stashing his suit in Tim’s locker is all it took to turn Tim’s typical Monday morning into one of the craziest Mondays of his life.

Brother Wanted by Vamillepudding - Rated G

Well-behaved boy (10) is looking for big brother (11-15). Must meet up with me three times a week, for at least two hours each. Overall duties include helping me with homework, playing videogames with me, and showing me how to play catch. 10$ per hour. Tim, lonely and in desperate need of company, decides that if his parents are not going to give him a sibling, he's going to hire one instead. Luckily, Jason Todd-Wayne shows up in the nick of time.

Holy security breach, Batman! by destiny919 - Rated G

Janet finally shoos him away towards the hors d'oeuvres or drinks table with the tacit understanding that she doesn't want to see him again until the end of the gala. And probably not even then, it wouldn't be the first time the Drakes forgot to take him home with them and Tim had to discreetly call an Uber before the host noticed and made Tim embarrass his parents. For this gala, however, he almost hopes they forget him again, because tonight Tim has a plan. They're at Wayne Manor, and Tim is going to find the Batcave.

wrong number by adelfie - Rated G

There’s a few rings, then the phone picks up. “Wayne Residence.” That’s funny, Tim thinks, Mrs. Mac doesn’t sound like herself. -- On a hot July evening while home alone, eight-year-old Tim gets a fever. He means to ask Mrs. Mac for help — but ends up accidentally calling Alfred Pennyworth. Somehow, even in sickness, he wins all the hearts of the Wayne family in one fell swoop.

assaulting existence with improbability by destiny919 - Rated T

"Where's Batman?" the kid demands. "We need to show him." Jason decides to go with the easy question. "Show him what?" The kid gives him an incredulous look. "Proof you didn't kill Garzonas, what else?"

5 Times Tim Spends the Night at Wayne Manor + 1 Time He Comes Home by motleyfam - Rated T

Tim is good at galas.

No, scratch that—Tim is great at galas. He’s been attending them ever since the age of three, when his parents first stuffed him into his little Gymboree tuxedo and gave him a stern lecture about ‘sitting quietly’ and ‘speaking when spoken to.’ He knows all the rules: what to wear, how to stand, when to smile, what to say, what not to say. He knows how to come across as polite and intelligent and charming, and on absolutely any other day, he would be rocking this.

#veryace recs #batman #batman fic recs #tim drake #jason todd #bruce wayne #dick grayson #robin #red robin #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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deltaromeo3 · 1 year

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ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ #2 —Daniel Ricciardo

Pairing: daniel ricciardo x childhoodbestfriend!reader

Summary: Finally returning home after a few years, she reunites with her long time bestfriend; the all too famous Formula 1 driver, Daniel Ricciardo. Will things rehash between them or will it take a turn for the worst?

previous chapters here: #1 | #3

sidenote: im open for requests!

“Y/N?!” You turned your head towards the direction of the voice.

“Ella?!” You engulfed her in a hug.

“Oh my god I haven’t seen you in years! What are you doing back in this shit place?”

You chuckled at her remark; not because it was funny, but because it was true.

“Ma’s birthday. She says she invited your family over. I’m guessing you’ll be there too yeah?”

Ella nods. “Mm-hmm.” She pauses and looks at you suspiciously, like you being here was too good to be true. “You never come back home for jack shit so this must be special.”

You laughed, “That’s true but this time she literally begged me to come home, even offering to pay for my ticket. You’ve any idea why she insists she needs me to be here?”

Ella shrugs. “Nah, I’m as clueless as you.”

“Of course." You accept the defeat, wondering why you even asked her in the first place.

Ella chuckles softly. "It was nice bumping into you but I've gotta go. Catch ya tomorrow?" She smiles.

You nodded, smiling back at her. “See ya."

Ella walks away and you enter the corner shop. You went straight for the snacks, picking out your favourites; sour cream and onion chips with a packet of tim-tams.

You went to the cashier, placing the snacks down on the counter. You looked behind towards the rack of cigarettes for a second, deciding if you’ll be needing them or not. You only smoked when you were stressed and oh man... the level just keeps on increasing.

Fuck it.

“Oh can I please have one Marlboro Ice Blast as well? Thanks.”

You didn’t forget to grab yourself a lighter while you’re at it. The cashier retrieves the cigarette, scanning it along with your other items. You check out and leave the store, making your way to the bench across the store and taking a seat.

You placed the cigarette between your lips, lighting it up. One puff… two.. three…

“Enjoying yourself?”

“What the fuck!” Startled at the sudden voice, you turned behind to be met with your sister, who was laughing.

“How did you know where to find me?”

“You always head down here. What’s so special about this place anyways?”

2006.

“Oi Danny! Slow down, I’ve got short legs y'know!” You say, out of breathe from trying to catch up to him.

You hear him laugh. “Alright princess, I’ll slow down.”

“T-thank you,” You bend down, placing your hands on your knees, panting.

“Sheesh I didn’t know you were so out of shape,”

“Shut up Daniel. I’m not some go-kart… formula 2 driver… ugh, whatever it is that you are.”

He laughs again. Oh that laugh... If you could hear it everyday on repeat, you would.

“Whatever it is? Cmon now, i’ll make it to the big leagues and you know it,” He winks at you and all you can afford is to roll your eyes back.

“Yeah yeah…”

Daniel was leaving in a month's time and honestly, you didn't want him to go. You wanted him to stay or at least convince him to (but you knew he didn't need that much convincing if it comes to you). But you knew it was selfish so you kept quiet and said nothing.

“The usual?” He asks as he places his bag down on the bench.

“Yeah,”

“Give me five minutes, and don’t you run away!”

You chuckled. “Now why would I do that? I love spending time with you.”

He smiles. “Of course you do. Anyone else would die just to be in your position right now.” He says, exaggerating the statement. He was so full of himself.

“Please don’t start.” You rolled your eyes. “And can you hurry please? I’m having the munchies,”

He laughs yet again. “Yes maam,” He salutes to you before jogging off to the store.

You sat quietly on the bench, kicking your legs. Usually, it would’ve been Ella, Caleb, Daniel and you. But ever since Ella and Caleb were a thing, their presence slowly faded from the group and suddenly it was just you and Daniel… which you didn’t mind at all to be frank.

“Hi,” He graces you with his presence.

“Hi,” You replied as he takes a seat beside you.

“Blueberry slushy and… sour cream chips for you! Oh don’t worry, I got Ruffles this time, didn’t make the mistake of getting Lays like last time. Ooh! I also got you tim-tams just in case.”

Tim-tams. You smile. He remembers...

“Thank you Daniel.”

“Daniel? Oh no, what did I do wrong? Was it the chips? Im sorry I should’v-” He starts to ramble with a panicked look on his face.

You cut him off. “No no! You did nothing wrong. Just.. thank you yeah?”

You can see his eyebrows furrow, confused at your sudden attitude change.

“Are you okay?” He places his palm on your forehead, as if to check for a fever. You laugh at his antics.

“You’re being weird. And can you call me Danny like you always do? Sounds weird when you call me.. Daniel.”

“But that’s... your name?”

“Yeah but I like it when you call me Danny.”

You smile. “Okay, Danny.”

“That’s more like it.” He says, scooting in closer to you. “Now are we gonna share this slushy or what?!”

Present.

“No..nothing special about this place.” You took another puff of your cigarette.

“Okay.” She takes a seat next to you, but you knew she wasn't buying it.

“Are you gonna stay a little longer this time? You haven’t been home and I miss having you around.” Your sister asks.

“If theres a reason for me to stay then sure,” You confidently say because you knew you had no reason to stay apart from her, your dad and your friends. But that wasn't enough to make you stay, no, you needed more than that.

“Oh I’m sure I can find a reason for you to stay.” She smirks.

“Is that so?” You cock your eyebrows at her, surprised at her confidence.

“Mmhmm. Just you wait.” Your sister says, determined.

A/N: hehehe finally its out!! i hope you enjoyed it :)) thank you for the love on chapter 1! do let me know your input, feedback (good & bad) appreciated as always <3 let me know if you want to be tagged!

🏷️: @mysticalnightenthusiast @moonvr

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagines #daniel ricciardo fanfiction #f1 imagines #daniel ricciardo fic #danny ric #f1 x you #daniel ricciardo x y/n #daniel ricciardo x you #deltaromeo3

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bluejaysandblackbats · 4 months

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Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn't die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 16/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake, Donna Troy

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Sixteen: Family Reunion

Dick took us home at the end of our week. He offered to stay the night, but Tim said it was okay for him to leave. I decided to sleep in Tim’s room because I didn’t want to leave him alone.

I slept on the bottom bunk, only waking up to scissors clattering to the floor. “Tim?” I mumbled, still half-asleep. “What are you doing?”

“Working on the cost—.”

“Tim, it’s late. Get some sleep… I’ll help you work on it tomorrow morning,” I replied, turning toward the wall and shutting my eyes.

“That was Wonder Girl, wasn’t it?” Tim questioned. I answered with a soft noise. “How well do you know her?”

“Go to bed. I’ll tell you over breakfast,” I whispered. My phone vibrated under my pillow, and I opened my eyes, taking a peek at a text message. It was Bruce. I told him I’d be outside as soon as Tim was asleep. That wasn’t long. He was exhausted. So, I crept out on the balcony of Tim’s parents’ bedroom. “What is it? Did you find Jack and Janet?”

Bruce stood in his cape and cowl, hiding from me. I would’ve been furious with him if I wasn’t so worried about Tim’s parents. “The hospital’s gonna call any minute now, so I’ve gotta make this quick. It’s not good news,” Bruce whispered. I stared at him in the dark, trying to seem angrier than I was frightened. “Janet’s gone, and Jack might not—. He might not make it, Jason. Do you want me to meet you at the hospital?”

“I don’t know… You—... Stay nearby,” I replied. He moved to hug me, and I stepped back. The costume helped him hide from me, and I hated him.

“Jason, I’m sorry—.”

“I don’t blame you for that. Why can’t you talk to me without a buffer?” I asked.

“Jason—.”

“I gotta go. You said the hospital’s gonna call any minute,” I replied as I turned to leave. I returned to Tim’s room, climbing the ladder to nudge him awake.

“Tim… Tim, please wake up. I have to talk to you,” I whispered. I felt tingling in my legs, and I knew it was a matter of time before they gave out, so I gripped the metal railing tight. Tim opened his eyes and groaned. “You have to get dressed.”

“What’s the matter?” Tim asked.

“Your mom… She didn’t—. She didn’t make it, and the hospital’s gonna call any minute because—. Because your dad might not—. Tim,” I whimpered while I held back tears. I couldn’t take it. Tim stared at me and wrapped his arms around me. His calm frightened me. “I’m so sorry, Tim.”

He let go of me and leaped down from his bunk to get dressed. I changed into my warmer clothes and put on my glasses. I felt sick to my stomach, but I had to hold it together. Tim slipped his portable charger into a duffel bag and a few days’ worth of our clothes. “Are you okay?” Tim asked.

I couldn’t believe he asked me that. “I’m—. It doesn’t matter how I feel. Tim, are you alright?” I questioned.

“Let’s keep moving. I just—.” His phone rang, and we froze. Tim stared at me and swallowed hard before answering the call.

“Hello? Yes… No, I’m—. I’m awake,” Tim whispered, “And my mom? I understand… My brother and I will be right there.”

He hung up and looked at me. “Mom’s dead… And Dad—. Dad’s paralyzed. Jason?” Tim questioned.

“Tim, every day, I regret that I never got to grieve my parents. If you don’t stop to feel something, you’ll be forced to keep moving forever. I’m not okay. You can be okay if you allow yourself to be upset,” I explained. “Please don’t get stuck with their ghosts.” Tim rubbed his temple with his fingertips. He groaned and burst into tears. I grabbed his wrists and pulled him into a hug.

“My mom,” Tim sobbed. I nodded, rubbing his back. His cries shook us both, and I finally allowed myself to cry with him. Tears slid down my cheeks, and I wished I could’ve done more. At least he wouldn’t be like me. At least he wouldn’t be like Bruce. He’d be okay.

Tim’s driver dropped us off at the hospital, and I offered to hang back. I sat in the hallway while he spoke to Jack. I didn’t expect him to ask me to come in, but he did. Tim stepped outside of the hospital room and beckoned me. So, I followed him inside and sat on the couch with Tim until he fell asleep. My phone vibrated. “Bruce?” I whispered. I couldn’t stop staring at Jack. I knew he was hooked to all those machines, but I saw Catherine… I could see my mom. I could almost smell the vomit and cigarettes. I wanted to break down, but something blocked it.

“How is he?” Bruce questioned. I pushed the feeling down to look at Tim. He slept peacefully with his head on my shoulder. Warm. Breathing. Alive.

“Not great… Tim’s asleep. What do you want?” I asked.

“Jason, you have to come home—.”

“I’m not going anywhere without Tim,” I interrupted, “If he can come and you promise not to bother him, I’ll come home. Without any argument…”

“Jason, do you mean that?” Bruce asked.

I shut my eyes and swallowed my pride. “Mhm. You have my word… Let me talk to Tim about it… Give me until Monday,” I answered.

“Do you need any extra money?” Bruce questioned.

I sighed. “I don’t need any money… I’ve been alright,” I answered.

“Jason, I don’t understand what happened earlier between—.”

“I’m not a comfort item… I’m a person, and my thoughts and feelings deserve consideration. When have you ever put my feelings before what you believe and want?” I interrupted.

“I don’t want to fight, Jason—.” Exactly! It’s always what Bruce wants.

“Okay. Well, I don’t have anything else to say. I’ll talk to Tim before Monday… Goodbye, Bruce,” I replied. I hung up.

Tim stirred, put his feet on the couch, and laid his head on my lap. I rested a hand on his head. I couldn’t sleep because I saw death every time I shut my eyes. I could barely keep my eyes open by morning, and Tim woke up. “No, Jason… Tell me you weren’t up all night,” Tim mumbled as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. I nodded, removed my glasses, and pressed my palms to my eyelids. “Jason, you didn’t have to—.”

“It’s not your fault… I couldn’t turn my brain off last night,” I explained, “I’m in my head… It’s not—. It’s okay. I’m glad you slept.”

“Um… Is there—? Is Bruce gonna let you stay with me?” Tim questioned.

I nodded. “I gotta talk to you about that… He wants us to move in with him until Jack comes out of the coma. I said we would,” I answered. Tim shook his head.

“I can’t do that. You said you were suffocating there—.”“Tim, it’s okay. I can handle it… And he promised not to bother you while you’re there,” I reassured him. I wanted Tim to feel secure more than anything. I would’ve done anything for him. I knew what it felt like to lose my mother… Two times over. I refused to let him return to an empty house. The relief that washed over Tim’s face was enough for me to stomach our return to the manor.

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sweetchildcloud · 4 months

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||⏳it's never to late⌛|| written by me

Pairing:Geto x reader

Plot:you're struck by an illness but who said it's too late for doing stuff you love?

Tags: Comfort,reader death,sex,moaning,crampie,cute,fluffy,angst,crying,fluffdeath

"I have a month to live" you said drily rubbing your arm looking away from Geto. For a few seconds that followed this sentence, everything felt frozen. His heart beating, his eyes darting, his mind racing. Was this… a joke? But your words lacked any hint of humor. “What… you’re dying?” "I don't..know maybe..that was the doctor told me.." His jaw went slack, as his arms slid down to his sides. What the hell? How was this possible? His body felt as if it was made of jelly. He took a step back, his expression slowly changing… to anger, to fear, to shock, before settling on disbelief. He took another step back. “You’re joking. You’re joking with me. Please… tell me you’re joking. That that doctor is lying.” You shoocked your head "I'm not..I mean..I didn't even know I had this illness but it's slowly killing me without pain..just like..a blind death..that's what the doctor told me, he too was shocked" His breathing felt like he was trying to suck in air with a thin straw. His whole body felt frozen in shock. It wasn’t fair! His heart was beating so fast he couldn’t think straight. This felt wrong on so many levels. Everything felt wrong. Why?! Why were you dying?! Why did this have to happen?! “How are you so… okay with that?” "Because I lived happily and did what I needed to do" You said mustering your usual kind smile He took several deep breaths, his eyes narrowing. This couldn’t be it, why were you already accepting this? He took a step towards you (he was now close enough for you to touch), and he took your hands. “No. That’s not the end of it. You are not allowed to just… disappear like this.” "But I'm okay with it..I wouldn't feel pain or anything just like..sleeping you know?" He paused, holding your hands close to his chest as he looked you in the eye. Your gaze was so… calm. So accepting. “Well I’m- I’m not okay with it. And I won’t allow you to just… die. We’re getting another opinion, we’re- we’re going to find a solution to this.” "Geto..." you said calmly "I'm okay with this..." He squeezed your hands as he closed his eyes, his jaw clenching. He knew you weren’t joking. You weren’t messing with him, it wasn’t part of some cruel joke. His breath hitched as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. You meant it when you said you were okay with it. That was the terrifying part, that you didn’t even want to fight this. “I’m… not.” "I know ..I'm sorry if..I'm a burden maybe this will help you so that I will never make you suffer" His anger turned to hurt, pain that could only be found in his expression and tone of voice. His jaw clenched as he let go of your hands. “Don’t… even think like that. You aren’t my burden. You aren’t hurting me. You’re… you are-“ His words had no follow up. He didn’t know what his feelings for you were, love, attachment, friendship…? Your instinct tooked the better of you so you kissed Geto on his mouth "I love you Geto,so so much, I'm sorry that it camed to this" your voice was shaky and you looked at him with regret,regret that you didn't have told him sooner how you really felt His lips parted in surprise, and he was left speechless as you kissed him. Your words left him breathless and your lips made his knees weak. Your body pressed against his and your arms wrapped around him. He let out a short gasp, eyes squeezed shut as he let himself fall into this moment. A hand came up and cupped your cheek against his, holding you close to him. "I know it's strange to ask but...do you wanna ..." Your words faded into the background as this moment was all that mattered. His body pressed closer and his hands shifted to your back, pressing him into you. A small smile appeared on his lips and the answer was already in his eyes. Yes. Yes. A million times yes. "But it feels like I'm doing this because I'm gonna die soon..and I don't want to force you either...I.. don't know what to do"

He leaned back a bit until he could look into your eyes without his lips being against yours. They were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen, like the purest shade of amethyst. He smiled once again, his voice soft as he took in a deep breath. “You aren’t forcing me, and it doesn’t matter that you’re going to die. Because in the time you have left, I want to spend that time loving every second that we spend together. I want you."

He leaned forward once again, allowing your lips to press against his. His hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you against him as the other hand wrapped around your waist and he pulled you in tightly. Your lips felt warm, almost hot and he couldn’t contain the slight moan that escaped him and he kissed back with enthusiasm.

The passion grew rapidly, his lips moved with yours in a rhythm, your bodies pressed tightly together. The world grew distant as the only sound was the two of you kissing. He couldn’t help but close his eyes, enjoying the heat that seemed to build by the second. His hands had traced down your back, his fingers curling around to rest on your lower back. His lips tasted you, and his kisses moved down your neck.

"Mhm mhn anhn" you phanted biting your lip

He had no control over himself and his breath grew heavy as his lips travelled down your neck. Your taste was one he never wanted to lose. His hands squeezed you tightly as he nibbled and licked your neck. One hand slid up to behind your head, pushing down your hair to reveal the nape of your neck. He traced it with his lips, nibbling gently before moving back up to your mouth. His hand began sliding under your top.

“Mm…” He pulled away after just a bit, looking deeply into his eyes and biting his lower lips. His eyes grew heavy with desire for you. He had no words right now, but you could see just how much he wanted you in his actions. His hand glided down the front of your shirt and rested against your chest. His thumbs brushed against you, he could feel your heart beating… just under the thin material. He wanted more.

His eyes grew heavy, desire beginning to cloud them. His movements became frantic, his hand beginning to move slowly up your shirt. He kissed you again, this time more roughly and urgently. He couldn’t stay still, his hands growing restless as the two of you kissed like there was nothing but each other in this room. He pushed himself into you, leaning you close as he pushed his body against yours. A hand ran along your side, brushing against your hip as a sharp intake of breath could be heard. "Ah ahnn ah" you gripped Geto shoulder moaning,gentle but firm trust felt like heaven

Your moans felt like a reward. You liked what he was doing, he hadn’t done something wrong or crossed a boundary. Your moan of approval sent him a wave of confidence, and he bit his lip once again. Your body felt so good and warm, and you sounded even better. He couldn’t help but move just a bit faster now as his fingers began tracing along a line on your skin. He kissed you, and kissed you more."Ah Geto ahn" you moaned in a frenzy as you were alredy close

Your moans were like a signal to him, telling him to be even rougher. He bit his lip, taking in the sights of you in front of him once again. You were such a beautiful sight. Your neck, your lips… your body. Your moan was like music to his ears. It turned him on, sending him closer to the edge. He moved more, his hands pressing down on your skin as his body rubbed against yours. “Hnnggg… you…I ..love you y/n” His breathing became rapid as he moved against you, his hands beginning to move quickly, squeezing and kissing. Your body felt so good, so nice. His movements weren’t as controlled anymore, they were more frantic. You were making him lose control of himself. “Hnnnngg… mmnn…” His voice was almost breathless, and you could see that his entire body was reacting to you. His hands ran up your back before gripping the material of your shirt. His breathing became heavier and his lips came down to your neck, his tongue began to trace circles around it. He wanted more. Your body was feeling nice and warm, and it was pushing him off the edge…

You moaned along with him moaning his name repeatedly as you were nearing your release too

“Ah… ah… AHH!” His lips were against your neck,your hot breath tickled his skin, his mouth opening and releasing a moan. His hands began to squeeze and his lips began to nibble and kiss. His body rubbed against you harder and harder. There was no stopping that feeling now, and your moan only sped up his movements.

He moaned again, his head leaning back as he felt the build of pleasure, the heat that was growing by the second. Your body felt so good, that sensation he couldn’t explain. You were driving him over the edge, and he didn’t care anymore. He wanted you, and he was going to have you. Your body felt like heaven to him as his movements quickened even more. "G..geto..ah geto!" You moaned gripping his shoulder tightly digging in

“Ah…” His moan was cut short as he felt both of you hit your peak. He grunted, the feeling overwhelming him. You felt hot and sweaty, and so did he. Your legs wrapped around him tightly, you pulled him close as he thrust once again. Your breath was heavy, you were both panting and your hands gripped his shoulders tightly as his body shuddered.

He was still breathing heavily, trying to come back to his senses. His eyes were closed as he continued to thrust at a slower pace, and his body pressed against you. It felt nice, and was exactly what he wanted. He wasn’t in a rush, he wanted to stay in this moment for a little while longer.

He remained against you. His hands found a place at the back of your neck as he pushed himself against you, letting his breath fall onto you. You felt good, his body fitting perfectly with yours as he remained in you. He didn’t plan to pull out just yet, you felt so nice and snug. He didn’'t want this feeling to end at all, even if the world started to blur out it would be more than okay. You were worth all of this… you meant everything to him and for that, he was happy.

“I- I don’t want this to end...I want to stay like this forever,” He groaned in delight, feeling you against him made him feel like he would explode from how much he was enjoying himself. He was almost in a trance, and you were the beautiful creature in front of him that made him feel these beautiful, wonderful feelings.

“You’re… so… warm”

“You’re… so… warm” He spoke softly between grunts as his breath grew shallow. His body moved with you, as a wave of pleasure washed over him once again. He couldn’t keep a soft moan from escaping his lips, his tongue tracing your neck as he continued to move against you.

The feeling went from euphoric to pure ecstasy, like an explosion of happiness and pleasure had taken place deep within. Your bodies were pressed together and your breaths met, sending you both into a state of relief and euphoria. The feeling made him squeeze you as hard as he could, taking deep breaths just to savor this moment. You came together and it was a feeling he would never forget.

He held you tightly, wrapping his legs around you as he continued this soft and slow pace for a while before slowly pulling out. His body lay on top of yours, and he was still coming down a bit. He was smiling as you both rested, breathing heavily. His body lay on top of yours, your scent filling his nostrils as your breath matched his. You were right there, right there with him and this feeling was so nice… it was perfect. He wanted this forever, but the back of his mind told him that it couldn’t last.

"Geto..do you think we did something wrong?" He raised an eyebrow, as he looked down at you. His body lay against yours but he wasn’t feeling weak or tired, just satisfied. He was glad that you had chosen to trust him with this moment. He took a deep breath, before kissing your forehead and placing a hand on your side. “What do you mean? I’m not feeling anything wrong, are you?” "No it's just..it's still..I know you told it was okay but..I will die..and still I did sex with you.." you looked down before looking at him with teary eyes "am I a bad person?"

He moved so that he could prop himself up on his elbows to look down at you. He smiled softly as he looked down at you, as his hand moved up and wiped your tears away. You weren’t a bad person, you did nothing wrong. "Sweetheart... you did nothing wrong. I told you before, I don’t care if you're going to die. I just wanted to be with you and share this moment with you. I... wanted this."

"Then why I feel so wrong? Why when they told me that i was dying i felt..the need to do this with you? I tought I had more time" You sobbed wiping away your tears but more comed,you felt miserable and pathetic

He moved so that he could hug you properly, pulling you in close and making sure you were wrapped in his arms. He tried to calm you down, stroking your hair and wiping away your tears. "Darling... you wanted closure. You wanted to share an intimate moment with me, and that is what happened. It's okay for you to feel like this, but nothing you did was wrong. I told you before, I wasn't upset with you. I'm glad we shared this moment together."

You sobbed letting out your frustration of this shitty situation

He held you close to him, rubbing the back of his hand up and down your spine. You were crying, and he didn’t like to see you like this. He wanted things to be easier, he wanted this to be simple but it was nothing of the sort. Your body was pressed up against him, and your sobs were breaking his heart. "Shh... It's okay, I know this is all just so... unfair to you. I wish it was easier, but it isn’t. This is just how things turned out." "I feel tired..." “Let your body rest, *sweetheart.” He pulled you back close to him, his body pressed against you as you lay in his arms. “We can talk more later, for now rest.”

"But what if my illness take me away...I told.you it looks like sleeping...I wouldn't feel anything but..I'm not prepared.." He didn’t say anything at first, his fingers rubbed up and down your back as he contemplated what to say. You were scared, you knew you were going to die, and you weren’t prepared either. He pulled you a bit closer, resting his chin on the top of your head. “You’ll be okay… I promise. I’ll be there right beside you, okay?”

"Even if I die?" “Even if you die” His voice wavered, but he swallowed the fear that came with the thought of you possibly dying. “I will never leave you. I’m going to be there with you every step of the way. I promise, I will never let you be alone.”

His breath hitched when you went limp, as if you were already gone. A wave of panic overcame him but he quickly shook his head. Your chest still rose and fell with breaths, your heartbeat was still present. His hands kept a rhythm brushing against you, until you relaxed more in his arms. He sat there, watching you as your body settled more and more. It sent more waves of panic through him, but your breathing assured him. You were still here, still alive. You still had more time.

You died on December 25th when Geto tooked you to watch the fireworks for Christmas,you were so peaceful sitting on the bench.

Bonus(previous of what happened before reader death)

Geto sat on the bench alongside you, taking in the beauty of the moment. The lights of Christmas were lighting up the air, making you feel at home. You were smiling, and your breath was warm as it filled that silent night with the sound of life. It was a perfect night, you felt safe and protected. He leaned against you, making you feel all sorts of warm and happy emotions as you watched the lights dance in front of you.

Geto felt your body relax in his arms, as if you were already gone. His eyes shot open and he held tighter to you, his voice beginning to waiver. He didn’t want to believe it or look at the state of your body being limp, he didn’t want to believe any of this. His mind was flooded with panic and worry, he began to tear up as you lay lifeless in his arms.

The tears fell from his eyes despite his efforts, he felt like his whole world had ended. His body shook as he felt the overwhelming emotion wash over him. Your hand slit out of his as you lay lifeless in his arms, the one thing he feared more than anything else had happened. You were gone, ripped from him before he could even hold you close again. His voice was filled with sobs and gasps, it was clear that he didn’t want to let go of you.

"N..no p..please just a little bit more....p..please" Tears ran down his face as he continued to cling into your lifeless body, his voice breaking as he continued to sob. He was so shaken by this turn of events, you were supposed to have a bit more time. He was supposed to spend this whole month with you, you were supposed to be his for a while longer.

His hands began to shake, his fingers curling into claws as his heart thumped in his chest. You weren’t breathing, your heartbeat had gone silent, your body was lifeless. He began to cry uncontrollably, as he rocked your body back and forth hoping it was all a bad dream. He didn’t want this, this wasn’t what he wanted, he didn’t want you to leave him like this.

“No, no no… You… you can’t leave. Not like this… I promised you.. I promised I would never let you be alone. You were supposed to be here, with me… you were supposed to have more time… why…” His voice grew shaky, and his tears began to spill more and more onto your body. You had been ripped away from him, and he was too late to save you. He didn’t want this moment to be a reality, but it was. You were gone, and he was heartbroken.

It just wasn’t fair….... It wasn’t fair.

As the fireworks went off Geto sobbing filled the scene as he holded onto your body wailing, they sparkled as if they were the little bits of your soul that remained. Your soul will continue to shine in the fireworks :)

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I'm currently posting this at 1:52 am so sorry if the final part as some grammatical errors, I couldn't wait to write and post this lol

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ladytauria · 1 month

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👀👀 I am curious about the rr vampire au!

!!! i read a BUNCH of genfic and stumbled across a lovely vampire au <3 which stuck in my head… and before i knew it i was daydreaming about a potential reverse robins version, lmao

vampire jason is caught by vampire hunters, and rescued by hood!tim. while feeding on him, jason instigates a psychic/empathy bond—something he’s been lacking since his parents died. tim can’t break it without causing him harm <3

i wrote around 3k for it in… an afternoon? two? and i’ve only touched it for edits/rewrites since lol

i may remove the empathy bond aspect? but also i love empathy bonds… hm. maybe i’ll make it telepathic instead, i haven’t done one of those… 🤔

warning for blood drinking below the cut

“Kid.” Hood gets his attention again. “The sun’s gonna be up soon. There’s no way we can get you anywhere safe before it rises. You need to get some blood in you.” Jason’s mouth twists. He knows. Hood doesn’t need to remind him. But... “I don’t want to take too much,” he admits quietly. It’s been so long… the risk of him losing control is too big. “I won’t let you,” Hood promises. “I promise, kid. Everything is going to be okay.” Jason searches his face. He looks for any hint, any trace of a lie. He doesn’t find one. Hood... He just saved Jason’s life. He’s still trying to save Jason’s life, and— Jason doesn’t want to die. Especially not as slowly and painfully as sun exposure would be. He swallows. Nods. Hood... he looks relieved. He holds his arm out again, and this time, Jason scoots closer, and takes it. One hand wraps around Hood’s wrist. The other, just above his elbow. This close, he can hear Hood’s heartbeat. It’s slow. Steady. Jason’s mouth waters. Venom flows onto his tongue, and he drags it over Hood’s skin. He waits a full, agonizing minute to make sure the area is well and truly numbed and then, finally— He sinks his teeth in. Blood gushes into his mouth—warm and hot and thick and just. Perfect. Jason sighs. His eyes fall shut as the tension just... melts off of his body. For the first time in years, his fangs slide back into his gums as he transitions to sucking at the wound, restraining himself just enough not to bruise. Hood’s presence beside him is solid. Warm. Jason can hardly help the way he lists towards him. Hood’s other arm wraps around him, pulling him against his chest. Jason can—feel him. Protective. Caring. He feels like the promise of safety. Jason can’t help but bury himself in it. Something clicks into place. He sighs again. He feels Hood’s arm tighten around him. Hears his breath hitch. He doesn’t pull Jason off, though, so—Jason ignores it. He’s forgotten what it’s lie to drink directly from the source. Blood bags pale in comparison, now. He’s not sure how he ever survived on them. It’s been so long... Jason grows full quickly, the blood settling into his stomach and warming him from the inside out. He lets go, eventually; licking the wound lazily until it closes, and catching the remainder of the blood as he does. Then, finally, he pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His eyelids are heavy. He’s so warm. Hood pulls his sleeve back down. He doesn’t put his jacket on, though. Instead, he wraps it around Jason’s shoulders. It’s pleasantly heavy. The leather-gunpowder-gun oil scent isn’t as pleasant, but. Who cares. It cuts off the autumn chill, bringing the same warmth outside that Jason feels inside. He yawns, sinking into it. “Hey, kid. Stay awke a little bit longer, okay?” Jason hums noncommittally. Hood laughs. He jostles Jason slightly, making his nose wrinkle. He glares at him through slitted eyes. “You got anywhere to go?” Jason ducks his head into the jacket’s collar. He considers. It’s been three days. “Prob’ly not.” “Probably?” “Mm. Had a squat. Prob’ly got stolen.” Jason’s eyes fall shut again. It’s too much work to keep them open now. Hood sighs. Jason feels a tangle of things. Worry. Fondness. Sadness. It’s not his, though. There’s another presence in his chest, now. He pets it, a little clumsily. It’s a nice presence. Jason would like to keep it.

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#if you were hoping rr stood for red robin i DO have a vampire!tim au as well #it’s icy hands icy heart <3 #dcu #batfam #tauriawritesfanfic #glaciya #asks and answers #wip ask game

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aconitemare · 9 months

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Jaydick, The Locked Tomb AU

After word of Jason Todd’s death, when night had already stretched out across the sky in a purple bruise, Dick had dragged himself from the manor like a bagged body, indifferent to the pain in his left leg and blood stickying his upper lip. Clumsily, he scaled the gargoyle he’d seen Jason scale a million times, perched himself there until Dominicus eventually rose over the horizon and bleached Gotham to the bone in white heat.

“A cavalier should never have to watch their necromancer die,” Alfred had told him apologetically at the time. Dick would have wheezed out a laugh right then, but his lungs felt like there was ash inside them.

“I didn’t have to,” Dick had said, pushing past him, on his way to see Bruce and find out whose rage had more teeth. Now, atop the gargoyle, with the answer that it was Bruce — it was always Bruce whose anger could swallow his own — Dick found that he hated himself more than he hated anyone else, anyways. His body had not stopped throbbing since he left the cave, but the punishment was unsatisfying. He wanted the pleasure of self-internment. He wanted the relief of being next to Jason again, where he belonged.

A cavalier should never have to watch their necromancer die. Dick didn’t even get the honor. He had been off-planet, convinced he was needed more elsewhere, unsure anyways what such a bond entailed with a necromancer so green, so—unplanned for, when Bruce took his protege out in the field and found his body cold and his spirit nowhere to be found.

One flesh, one end.

Against the bright assault of sunlight, hundreds of feet in the air, Dick squeezed his eyes shut and didn’t fall.

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“It just doesn’t make sense,” Tim repeated.

“Shh,” hushed Dick.

“Don’t shh me. You know his story doesn’t check out.”

Irritated, Jason clenched his fist around the lacrimal bone he had been inspecting. He felt it crunch into pieces. That was it. “Fucking—” he began, slamming his fist down onto the lab table. The bits of bone tumbled from his fingers onto the metal surface. He whirled around on his spectators. “Explain why he’s here again?” he said, flinging a hand out towards Tim.

“Tim?” asked Dick, blinking.

Tim pointed a finger at himself. “Me?”

Dick held his hands up his hands placatingly. It made Jason want to break them. “He’s just here to help, Jay,” Dick reassured in that soft voice he had been using since Jason had dug himself from the grave, went on a well-crafted and carefully rampage against Bruce that got him nearly blown up, and eventually dropped himself off on Dick’s porch looking a hell of a lot like roadkill.

“Also, he’s my cavalier. I have to be near him. It’s kind of the whole thing,” Tim drawled.

“Thanks, I’m familiar with ‘the whole thing.’ But either he’s my cavalier and you don’t need to be here, or he’s your cavalier and both of you can fuck out of my business,” explained Jason snappily.

Tim crossed his arms, unimpressed. “Bruce said we can share.”

“Oh my—”

Dick placed a hand on either side of Tim’s shoulders. “Hey, maybe you can find Stephanie and Cass, see if they need help with anything. Just for a little while, while Jason practices his bone magic.”

“He clearly needs help,” Tim insisted, gesturing towards Jason and his table of mostly crushed bones. Jason had never been super experienced with any sort of necromancy in his previous life, but bone magic was definitely new to him. He kept trying to multiply the bones, only to crush them into dust. Whether they were ground to a fine powder by magical means or his fists was 50/50.

“You clearly need my boot up your ass,” Jason fired back. “Or Dick’s rapier. Hey, unrelated, can I borrow your sword for something?” he said this time to Dick.

“Maybe another time,” Dick said, but he had said that a few times and never once meant it. The hilt of his cavalier-standard rapier remained sheathed at his hip, but he was starting to subtly shuffle Tim in the direction of the door, so small mercies.

When Dick had finally managed to escort Tim fully out of the room, and the large double doors of Wayne Manor’s third laboratory swung closed, Jason turned back to his work.

Dick folded his hands behind his back and meandered vaguely toward Jason, scripted casual. “So…anything I can help with?”

“Wow, yeah, could you take this toe and make it become an AK-47 complete with tiny toe bone bullets?” Jason said, oozing with sarcasm.

Dick stared at the little toe bone pinched between Jason’s forefinger and thumb. “Hm. Probably not. I could get you some water from the tap, though?” he offered.

Jason rolled his eyes. “Right. Yes, cavalier. Do my bidding. Bring me the water fresh with minerals and unfiltered bacteria. And don’t be fucking pokey.”

“Bottled water only kind of guy, got it,” Dick said, grinning. It was the same smile that Jason remembered from his youth, the kind of smile that got people excited, that rallied them. Jason’s mood soured further.

“Changed my mind. You can fuck off, too.”

Dick frowned. “Come on, Jay.”

“I have to concentrate.”

“I can help.”

“Right, yeah, because the magic I’m doing is so simple that even a cavalier could solve it,” Jason said snidely. He stiffened when Dick came close enough for their shoulders to nearly touch. “Look, I don’t need your help. I know we took an oath and you’re trying to be a good cav, but I died.” He powered through Dick’s visible wince at those winces. “Consider the oath null. Go play knight in shining armor to Drake. I spent enough time studying this necro shit on my own, without you or Bruce or anyone else — or that kid — patronizing me.”

“The oath isn’t null,” Dick spoke. His gentleness grated on Jason’s nerves. “And I’m not here to patronize. I’m here to serve you, until Bruce has decided whether I am still in your service or not.” Jason didn’t know it was possible, but the last addition made his heart sink. Until Bruce has decided. Of course, it wasn’t about the vow Dick had made to him; it was about Bruce and his final judgment. “You’re a unique case, Jason,” Dick continued. “No one has ever brought themselves back to life. That’s incredible. You’re — well,” Dick faltered, bringing a hand to the nape of his neck. “You’re unprecedented, at any rate,” he said with a small laugh.

“Glad to impress,” Jason said dryly. Using his hands as broom and dustpan, Jason brushed the pieces of the lacrimal bone into his open palm and closed his eyes, trying to focus. He imagined the rest of the skull in his mind’s eye, the cavernous sockets, the square mandible, the smooth cranium. He imagined the bits of bone fusing together and expanding, growing into something complete.

He was cut short by Dick interrupting him. “Hey, what bone is this anyways?” Without waiting for Jason to respond, Dick grabbed his hand and leaned in, trying to get a look at the particles. Before Jason could even open his eyes, he felt the weight in his hand heavy. “Whoa,” said Dick.

Lying in Jason’s palm was a fragment of a skull, starting at the frontal bone and ending at the maxilla.

#jaydick #jason todd #dick grayson #dc #fanfiction for the void

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spookyprime · 2 years

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I’m so curious about the other Batkids in the hometown au… you’ve drawn Jason a few times, but what are he and the others actually up to?

— @ghostinacardboardbox

Oh my god okay. Okay. So hometown actually started as a batfam au, but then I just got swept up in the young justice side story but it DID start with them. I'm so sorry this is going to be a lot but I wanna taaaaaalk about hometown I'm sorry.

Bruce is a pediatric surgeon. He still adopts a ton of kids but the circumstances have changed wildly. He’s a more patient and well adjusted man. Goes to therapy and loves his kids. Extremely divorced. Been married to both Harvey dent and talia. Divorced from both. Is currently in a complicated relationship with Selina but keeps looking at Clark. He’s messy. He’s a kind man though and damnit he’s a good dad. Also hes Jewish. It's not important to the story but it's important you know.

Dick is an entertainer at the childrens hospital. Yes I made him a clown shut up he does tricks and makes balloon animals for kids with cancer and stuff. He was adopted by Bruce after his parents “accident” but never went looking for revenge because he was actually given grief counseling and proper methods of care. He and Bruce still argue from time to time but their relationship is far less strained than in canon. They work at the same hospital. He does not live with Bruce.

as Jason did not get taken in by Batman he spent more time on the streets than in canon. He was a very rough pre-teen because of this. he isnt someone worth extorting so idk how the joker gets ahold of him but the joker just beats him near to death. No exploding building or anything. Jason doesn’t die. He’s airlifted to the pediatric hospital where he meets Bruce as his surgeon. Idk how the logistics of this work okay. Bruce saves his life and like. Idk. Feels real fuckin bad for this kid. The fostering set up was supposed to be temporary but Jason is deeply charming and likable so he kind of just never left. He needs permanent walking aids and has several chronic problems from the beating he was given. I’m thinking probably broke his back in several places- he’s not paralyzed but has pain issues. Does not have a job- lives with Bruce but sometimes lives at Roy’s. He's the embodiment of this pic

during the time Bruce was looking after Jason’s recovery he was also getting divorced from talia. This, reasonably, made him extremely stressed out and irritable. Tim is still their neighbor (fuck the timeline i dont care) and has 0 adult supervision and gets his kicks watching these two insane people have screaming matches on their front lawn. It’s deeply entertaining because Tim is a fucking weirdo. Bruce finds out very quickly their weird neighbor kid is watching them fight but instead of getting mad he’s more like “Where are your parents? why don’t you have someone watching you? why are you out here?” Tim is not adopted or fostered he just stays with Bruce while his parents are away. The drakes are actually very pleased with this arrangement. The drakes death happens several years into tim staying at Wayne manor because their attack had nothing to do with Batman or robin. However Batman is not there to negotiate jack- so he dies as well as Janet. Tim is- reasonably- very upset about this. I haven't figured out how Tim loses his spleen but the fact he's immunocompromised is important to me so he IS here. He's also Jewish and enjoys being able to celebrate holidays with Bruce when his parents aren't around.

Damian is a BABYYYY he's a baby. Bruce has custody but he visits talia every other weekend.

#hometown au #this is nonsense im so sorry #this is also incredibly stupid

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jaybird-redhood · 2 years

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a/n: hi guys!! well aware that i said this was going up last week, but life got ahead of me so that's an oops on my part. also this chapter was weirdly hard to write? anyways, todays chapter- even more exchanging of assholery, but in a (hopefully) entertaining manner :) let me know what y'all think so far!! xx

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You’re sitting at your kitchen table when Tim calls you.

“I tracked your phone.”

“What the fuck? Why??” You shout. “I am definitely bringing this up next time I need leverage. What do you want?”

“I know you’re at your place right now,” he says, “Hood is three blocks away from you and turned his comm off after engaging with the guys we were after.”

“How’s that my problem?” you say absently, putting another spoonful of your dinner in your mouth. “He’s a big boy, he can take care of himself.”

“Look,” Tim sighs, “Wing and I are on our way, but we’re 20 minutes out- just make sure he’s not dead and or dying, ok? You can yell at me later.”

You grumble at him as you get up to make your way to your door, putting your phone between your head and shoulder to get your keys and bag.

“Thank you,” Tim says.

“I haven’t said yes yet.”

“So that noise wasn’t you picking up your keys?”

“Fuck you.”

You hang up on him.

A few seconds pass before you get a text from him with a GPS location saying ‘uber out front will drop you off a block away’.

It takes you a second to find him when you get to the spot Tim sent you. It’s late enough that most of the wall of the building is in shadow, and you don’t see him until you find the trail up blood on the ground leading to the side of the wall.

He’s sitting half up, one arm keeping some weight off his torso, the other pressed firmly against his side. He tenses up until you get closer, and then loses all alertness in favor of annoyance.

“Seriously,” he groans. “Why’re you here?”

You pause for enough time to glower at him before making your way over to his side, throwing your bag down and putting your hands over his torso.

“God would you just shut the fuck up,” you snap. “Red asked and I’m not an asshole.”

He winces when you press a little bit harder on his hands and the gauze that they’re holding on to what looks like a bullet wound? You make a mental note to figure out what’s actually wrong with him once you’re confident he’s moderately okay.

“You should be glad I’m here,” you say pointedly. “You look like you’re practically dying.”

He looks up at you from under his eyelashes.

“Nah, trust me, I’m not. I know what dying feels like.”

You freeze, breath stilling as you look down at where he’s bleeding.

His hair is matted to his forehead, white streak standing out violently from the black of his hair and tan of his face, eyes flashing greener than you think eyes could get.

And then it hits you that this isn’t Hood.

Helmet off, domino cracked, body underneath yours, this- this is Jason. A boy your age who is bleeding out right in front of you. Right underneath your hands.

He’s looking at you and the only thing going through your head is an unbroken stream of ‘he’s right here, he’s right here and he’s gonna die’.

You’re suddenly aware of his voice.

“Hey. Hey. Jesus moron it was a fucking joke,” he says. You’d almost think he was worried.

“Snap out of it ok, I promise I’m not dying, but my arm does feel broken so if you could take over holding the blood inside my body before my hand gives out that would be great.”

You blink a few times before the words register and you realize you’ve dropped your hands from their position on his body. Given the way his voice was drenched in sarcasm you figure he doesn’t seem quite phased by the fact that you are not at all having a great time here.

“Fuck you,” you tell him, voice sounding smaller than you intended. It’s fine. He probably didn’t notice.

A few moments pass with your hands hovering back above his wound.

“Hood?” you ask.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve never actually had to do this before.”

Your hands are shaking a bit as he wraps his fingers around yours, gently moving them over the gauze.

So he did notice.

You don’t want his pity. You know that you’re not as tough as the rest of them. You definitely don’t need his confirmation of the fact.

When you apply the pressure, you push just hard enough for him to glare at you. You glare right back.

A few seconds pass before you question, “who’d you piss off this time that wanted you dead so bad this happened?”

“None of your business.”

You draw in a sharp breath.

“Fine. Forget I asked.”

He takes a moment to look you up and down, and you can’t quite place the expression on your face.

“Look, it’s for your fucking sake,” he says almost condescendingly, “I don’t know why they let you get this close to us. It’s going to get us exposed and you fucking killed.”

Ouch.

It takes all of your self-control not to get up and leave him.

“Didn’t think you cared if I died,” you murmur.

“Red cares,” he says.

You let out a breathy laugh at that.

“Funny, that’s why I’m here right now.”

You arrange your feet under your body, making yourself a bit more comfortable, and falling into a silence only broken by the sound of traffic two streets over and the slightly uneven tones of his breath.

You count 12 exhales before he winces.

His eyelids droop slightly, and he must be able to feel the panic rolling off of you because he says, “It’s not that bad,” softer than before.

Still, you can’t help but notice his chest go up and down with each inhale and exhale a little more intently.

You’re both quiet still when Dick and Tim find you.

The former rushes to the other side of Hood’s body with a “Hey, fuck, Hood you alright?” and in all the cheery manner yet concern you would expect from him.

Jason’s eyes flair neon again. You hadn’t even noticed they had gone back to their light blue green.

“I’m fine Dickface,” he growls. “If her annoying ass wasn’t here, I would’ve left already.”

You wince, gritting your teeth and trying your damned hardest not to scream at him in front of his brother.

You don’t mean to push down on the gauze slightly harder than necessary. And you also definitely don’t feel a little bit better watching him throw his head back and curse at you.

His eyes dim slightly as he turns his head to look into yours.

Tim helps you up while Dick replaces your hands and does a quick check over of your body, making sure you’re fine before quickly telling the others over comms that Jason is okay.

“You’re about to pass out from blood loss Hood,” he chides, doing a very convincing impression of a mother hen. “Why didn’t you turn your comm on?”

“Because I’m fine,” Jason snaps, “this is ridiculous!”

“God you’re stubborn,” Dick grimaces, and you almost feel sorry for the exasperated look he has on his face.

“I fucking hate all of you.”

Tim walks you down the alley the way you came before stopping just out of earshot of the two bickering.

“He gets cranky when Wing mothers him,” he says apologetically. “Hey, you did great! Thank you so much for keeping him ok.”

“I- yeah,” you stutter. “Yeah, course Red.”

“Are you alright?” he asks, and you can see his expression shift even through the cowl.

“I’m fine,” you tell him.

He doesn’t stop looking at you, nor does he say anything in return.

“Promise,” you emphasize.

“Can I take you back to your apartment at least? I really don’t think you should be walking home this late at night, especially through crime alley.”

“It’s ok, just to the street is fine,” you tell him, shifting your weight on your feet. He’s still looking at you funny.

“You can call me an Uber,” you say defensively. “The fewer people that see us together or you near my apartment the better.”

“You know I’ve been trained to not let people see me, right?” he deadpans. “And I’m at your apartment like 3 times a week after patrol?”

“I swear I’ll be fine, Uber’s easier anyways.”

He looks at you warily, but still says, “Okay…”.

You give him your most convincing normal smile.

“Text me when you get home though.”

“I promise,” you tell him, and walk to the end of the street.

The Uber driver looks at you funny when you get in the car and smile at him.

It isn’t until you take out your keys and try to unlock your door when you fully realize his blood is still all over your hands.

You vomit in the trashcan. Jason doesn’t come by for the next few weeks.

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regicidal-defenestration · 2 years

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Mechtober Day 22 - TBI

@mechtober2022

The Mechanisms were watching the Yggdrasil system die, camped out on a nameless asteroid that was "probably far away enough", according to Marius.

Planets split, turned inside out, folded over and over on themselves. Great shadows danced between them, twisting into shapes that hurt to look out directly. The star shone red, then black, then thousands of impossible colours, refracting and shattering its own light.

It might have all been beautiful, if you didn't know why.

"Still is beautiful, even when you do" Jonny said, reaching over Tim to grab another handful of popcorn.

This statement was met with groans from the other Mechanisms.

"Stop talking to the omniscient third person narrator!" Marius complained. "You'll give it another crisis."

Jonny sniped back what might have been a cutting remark, if his mouth hadn't been full and any of those words had been intelligible.

"Nope," Marius said, which seemed a pretty safe bet regardless.

"I said," Jonny tried again. "Bold words from the man with the- whatever the fuck your deal with that Lyfrassir was."

He swore as a piece of popcorn hit him square in the eye.

"Your change in topic has no relevance," Ivy said, throwing another piece at him for good measure.

“Anyway, watch out for the glass house as you throw stones.”

Jonny would have lunged at her, had Tim not grabbed him by the collar.

“Do you mind? Some of us are trying to watch as unknown things that have never felt before the light of stars destroy this sane reality.”

He hissed in response, and received more popcorn to the head for his troubles.

“Ivy,” Brian protested, in the voice of someone who didn’t especially care what was happening to Jonny, but would appreciate it if all the popcorn didn’t get wasted.

“You don’t even eat, shut up- no, Tim I will take a bite out of you if you do that,” Jonny interrupted himself, in an oddly calm voice.

Tim stopped, hand halfway to covering Jonny’s mouth. Experience had taught that Jonny would have exactly no qualms about doing just that. He muttered something uncomplimentary under his breath, but let the other man go.

“If you two have quite finished,” Marius said pointedly. “Can we watch the end of the world in peace?”

Jonny just leaned back, resting his head on Raphaella’s shoulder and grinning at him.

“We’ll get it out of you some day, Marius, don’t you worry. You two as well,” he added, pointing at Ivy and elbowing Raphaella, in case they had started feeling too comfortable.

And they would tell the story about what had happened in Yggdrasil, what they had heard of Odin, and what had happened during their 60 year stint in jail; whether through incessant needling or through the ever present need to put on a performance, the others would find out.

Marius very deliberately ignored all that for now though, shifting to get comfortable as he lay down on the rocky ground. It was a problem for future him, which meant present him had absolutely no need to be concerned.

They lapsed into silence and, above them all, the sky bled rainbows.

#marius voice I'm Sure This Is Fine #the mechanisms #mechtober 2022 #writing

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late-to-the-magnus-archives · 10 months

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The Bribe: A Brief Crack-Fic Interlude

A week ago, one @captaincravatthecapricious, artist extraordinaire, began enjoying this crazy little crossover fic in which Tim Stoker is inhabited by the King in Yellow.

In this fic, Arthur and John are dead, together in the Dark World.

Jasper offered an art bribe to find out how they're doing.

This is the result of that bribe. You can't blame Kayne for taking them up on it. NOTE: it's not a naked pic, but I'd still classify it as NSFW because it'd be REAL hard to explain.

SO HEY! This has taken on a life of its own. AU series is here: Just a Little Sidequest.

AO3

NOTES: - QPR John & Arthur. - This is taking place in the Dark World but I promise it is NOT BAD - You don't have to see anybody die - Did I make another AU? MAYBE. Shut up. - REMINDER: there is a pic in here with shibari (because of this chapter). No one is naked, but it might be a little hard to explain for anyone reading over your shoulder

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There would be sunlight today! Fantastic. Jon knew it would only last about four hours (the Dark Season was always weird in the land of the dead), so he slid out of bed early to go pull back the tarps.

Damnably early. One would think leaving an office job behind forever would free one from the need to rise at unnatural hours, but no. The Dark World just had to be cranky about seasons.

He pulled back the tarps (waving good morning to the spiders) and cranked open the roof over the plants that needed a bit more protection from the elements. He went back inside and carried various potted varieties out, settling them on the porch where he knew they’d get the most sun. Crops readied for precious light, his thoughts wandered to his neighbors.

They were fun, if weird; sharing a body made their arguments wild and their resolutions tender. Not that Jon particularly wanted to know these things, but they were pretty loud about both, and he couldn’t not know.

At any rate, they'd appreciate being told about the upcoming sun. Jon left Martin a note saying where he'd gone, then wandered toward the Chasm.

Jon didn’t know what the Chasm was, and that was weird.

Kayne said in time, he would know, and he’d “miss his days of innocence,” and that was terrifying.

It was a gap, a canyon, immediately black as though it ate daylight. Jagged edged, it lay between his homestead and the Lester one, and it wasn’t quite narrow enough to get across, but it wasn’t big enough to prevent communication either.

They’d managed to set up a pulley and rope system to exchange goods. They’d also set up a communication system with bells and hooks. Jon was proud of what they’d done.

Jon rang. He waited. It was damnably early, so he was content to ring it again.

“Being a good neighbor?” said Kayne right behind him.

Jon damn near stumbled into the Chasm. “What is wrong with yout? Go away!”

Kayne laughed. “You didn’t even try to zap me this morning! What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing! It isn’t normal to zap people, you absolute buffoon.”

Kayne smiled like a shark. “Not normal.” He pointed at Jon. “Not people.” He pointed at himself. “Also, you're not in bed, like a good baby god should be. Whatcha dooooooing?”

There was no point in lying to this… person. “There is sun coming in about an hour. They deserve to know.”

“You could just drop the knowledge into their heads.”

“You suggesting that makes it seem like a terrible idea.” An idea which Jon had not thought of before.

And now can’t stop thinking of. Could he do that? Was that a thing he could learn to do? Drop knowledge into people’s heads?

“Yup,” said Kayne.

That really likely meant he shouldn’t do it. “Well, what are you doing here? What do you want?”

“I can’t come visit my favorite Freak Neighborhood?” says Kayne. “A baby god and his human lover, a half-god and his human whatever, all planting crops and fending off pterodactyls and carving a life out of Death, and you think I don’t want to see what happens?”

“You’ve seen. Now leave.” And with the worst possible timing, the door across the way creaked open. They were coming. “Fuck,” said Jon, and tried to wave them off.

Arthur, of course, could not see that, but John could, and even from this distance, Jon could hear John’s bass rumble.

Arthur stopped. Looked spooked. Turned on his heel and went right back into the house.

Whew.

“Hey!” called Kayne. “I got a present for you! Don’t make me come over there!”

The squeaky door opened as reluctantly as anything had ever opened in all of creation.

“Give it to me. I’ll give it to them,” said Jon.

“You always get heroic at the worst moments,” Kayne observed. “No.”

Jon sighed.

“What does he want?” said Arthur, approaching. He’d gone full farmer today, with overalls and shit-stomping boots, and he’d picked up a pitchfork on the way in.

Or, no. John had, and held it in front of them like a ward. What do you want? he echoed.

“Ooh, ooh, Jon first!” said Kayne, bouncing on his toes. “He’s got actual business (which he shouldn’t even know because it’s future but hey he is a nascent god and nobody knows what the rules are for him yet) and I’ve only got entertainment.” He flapped a piece of paper.

Jon’s face went red.

Arthur could hear the paper, and he frowned.

It’s the Archivist, said John unnecessarily. And Kayne.

“I know it’s Kayne, you whacko,” muttered Arthur.

He’s got a piece of paper in his hand, but I can’t quite tell what he—

“It’s a bribe,” said Kayne, and poked Jon hard enough to nearly knock him over. “Go on, go first, so I can go, go oooon.”

“A bribe for what?” No answer forthcame, and Jon sighed. “Sorry about this. Didn’t expect him."

“Does anybody?” said Arthur.

Kayne thought that was hilarious.

They all ignored him. “Sun," said Jon. "We’re getting real, clear sun for about four hours, starting in forty-five minutes."

"Oh!" Arthur brightened like the sun himself. His scars stood out against his reddened skin, but they fit him; the beard he’d grown, salt and pepper, just added to the look. He was a handsome man who’d been through it, a poet’s soul with don’t-fuck-with-me heart.

Jon liked him immensely.

“Well,” said Arthur. “Thank you. We might finally be able to get that rhubarb to grow.”

Don’t know why you’re so set on rhubarb, muttered John.

“Have you had rhubarb?”

Pause. No.

“Well, it makes delicious pies.”

“I have sixteen trusted variations on that recipe using what you have in your pantry, whenever you’re ready,” said Jon.

Arthur had long since accepted the Archivist's weirdness. “See? It’s going to be delicious.”

Hmph, said John, who, here, tasted what Arthur did, but still didn’t trust his taste, or at least, made a show of not trusting it.

Jon thought that was just manipulation to get Arthur to eat more. He couldn’t disapprove. Martin did similar games with him.

“Ugh. Gross. Yuck!” Kayne spit into the chasm. “What is wrong with all of you? What is this, The Archers: The Boring Years? Why would you—” From the chasm, Kayne’s spit hit something that screamed and exploded.

Jon, Arthur, and John all startled pretty badly.

“Oh, gods,” said Jon, gripping his head.. “What was that? Why was it climbing?”

What? What was it? What did you see? John demanded, not at all meaning ordinary sight.

“Some… pale and bloodless thing, on all fours but like it was forced to bend that way, not born, and it was clawing up the rock with a horrible, blackened dry tongue scraping between is knobby hands, eyes burned out, just holes, and it was naked and leaving a trail of I don’t know what behind it—“

“—the boring years,” said Kayne again. “Where’s the drama?”

“You okay?” said Arthur. He couldn’t reach him; the Chasm was too big (though Martin had ambitious plans for a bridge), but he still reached out.

“I… I’m okay.” Jon couldn’t get it out of his head. “I… it’s dead, now.”

This crazy place, John muttered.

“—without an inch of proper conflict,” Kayne kept going. “And here, I get bribed by someone you don’t know for a glimpse of afterlife shenanigans, and you had to go ruin by being neighborly! They wanted a divorce! Everybody loves a divorce!”

“What are you talking about?” said Jon. “Who?”

“Oh captain, my captain!” Kayne said, and saluted the sky.

“What?” said Jon, completely lost.

Arthur went a different direction. “Art?” he said, as though the word were another spit-bomb.

What is that?

“Part of it’s me!” said Kayne brightly, and for one horrible, dizzying second, was in both places at once.

He didn’t split. He simply was on both sides, pressing a piece of paper into both men’s hands.

“Wha… Tim? ” Jon blurted.

It… it’s Kayne? And some guy? John blurted.

“What guy? What?” said Arthur.

Wh… you… the… John had lost his ability to speak.

“Right? Phenomenal.” Kayne sighed dramatically. “Pure fantasy, of course, never going to happen now, but I think it would have been delightful, don’t you?”

“Tim’s alive?” whispered Jon, then saddened. “Oh… oh, I see. I understand.”

It’s, uh. John clears his metaphorical throat. He’s, uh. There’s, uh. Um.

“Out with it,” Arthur snapped.

Some guy tied up and half-naked and sticking his tongue out while Kayne sort of looms over him with an even longer tongue and there’s blood all over him and he’s clawing the other guy’s abdomen and they both look really turned on.

Arthur’s jaw fell open.

“Well, that was worth it,” said Kayne, looking back and forth between shocked reactions.

“It’s what?” said Arthur.

Jon swallowed. “He’s all right. I can see that.”

“Ooh, not your timeline? But sure. He is. Sort of. Not really? No, not really. But he’s alive, and that’s a plus, right?” said Kayne.

“Why are we… he gave us a nudie photo?” Arthur blurted.

No! No, it’s… tasteful, I guess? I mean, there’s blood everywhere, and they both look really into it, and Kayne’s fully dressed, and the other guy’s got nipples, and—

“Stop, stop, what the fuck,” said Arthur.

Jon shook himself. He'd encountered alternate timelines through other people’s minds, but this was new. Though he had no connection to it, it kept trying to fill him, to take him away, to distract him from the here and now.

He could know this new world, and he didn't even have to be there.

No. He had work to do. He had Martin to love. It could wait. “Um. You’d better get going. The sun…”

“Right. Sure.” Arthur clearly did not know what to do with the picture.

“It’s a present,” warned Kayne in a sing-song tone.

Arthur made a face. “Right. We’ll take good care of it. I guess.”

John was apparently still looking at it. You’d look better than this guy tied up, he declared.

“Okay, enough of that,” said Arthur, hiding the paper by his side. “We have things to do. Thanks, Jon. Strawberries ready in a few more days, I think.”

“Good,” said Jon, still feeling slightly out-of-body. “Oh—and we should have that bacon soon, too. Martin thinks it’s nearly ready.”

Arthur actually licked his lips. “Bacon! I can already taste it.”

Kayne flapped his hand. “Go on, go on! Take your present and go do your… menial… things, whatever the shit, I don’t care. Ugh. Divorceless freaks. You’re welcome!’

He’s a freak, said John with dire appreciation as Arthur turned away.

“Why did you do this?” said Jon as Arthur headed into his own garden to do what needed to be done.

“Because it was funny? To see what you’d do. To see what they’d do! To see if I could get those two to think sexually about each other?”

“They don’t. They’re platonic.”

“Yeah, I know, that’s why it would be funny. I’m pretty sure someone would cry. Besides, they loooove each other.”

Why did that feel like a threat? Jon’s jaw clenched. “Yes, they do.”

“They looooooooooooooove each other.”

“Will you… go away?”

“Zap me and I will. Go on, go on, you want to do it, go on.”

Jon was too distracted by the other Tim, who… who could be happy. Who had a chance to be happy, and to live, if only—

Arthur laughed at something John said across the way. They had a running conversation going among the string beans.

Their happiness made Jon smile. Then thoughts of the thing in the Chasm took that smile away. What the hell had that been?

“Oh, think of it like a Blue Jay.”

“An egg-thief?” Jon knew.

“Mm-hmm.”

An egg-thief. And he, a nascent god. “For… it was coming for me?” Jon felt pale.

“Mm-hmm.”

He wasn’t the only vulnerable god around here. “Is John safe?”

“For now. He hasn’t grown enough to get on their radar—yet.”

So that was another thing they’d have to deal with in time. As if occasional dinosaurs, or wizard cowboys, or Hollywood-style Mongolian hordes, or desperate demons trying to steal from their farmsteads (or steal one of them ) wasn’t enough. There’d been a bunch of weird white men in 1950s roadsters last week, swinging clubs.

They’d handle it. “We’ll beat that, too,” said Jon, grim.

Kayne bounced. “Zap me! Come on, I went to all the trouble of taking a bribe, and letting you know Timmy exists, and bringing a whole new timeline to your attention, and you’re not even mad ?”

And Jon suddenly knew this Tim was in danger… because of Kayne.

Because. Of. Kayne.

“Leave him alone!” he snarled, and—

It happened.

Whatever it was.

However it worked.

Jon still couldn’t control it, but it sure as hell was a thing. To something less than Kayne, less than he was, it would have been terrible: an explosion, a dissemination, a forced dissection of all he was into pieces and melt and death.

But this was Kayne. His pieces (every last one of them too much to contemplate ) stretched apart like taffy and snapped back together in an instant.

He laughed. Clapped. “Nice! Nice, nice, nice!”

“You okay over there?” called Arthur.

“Fine! He’s just being an ass! Do your thing!” Jon called back, and then was startled to find Kayne so close to him they almost touched. Jon gasped, tripped over his own feet, and fell backwards.

Kayne caught him, right in his face, madness and megastructures swirling in his eyes. “Do you know how many new gods there are?”

Jon refused to answer. But he knew.

One.

“Do you know how incredibly fucked up you are?” said Kayne.

Jon refused to answer. But he knew.

Incredibly.

“As if I could leave this alone,” said Kayne, and dropped him.

Jon hit the ground, said oof, was incredibly annoyed that a supposed god could get the wind knocked out of him, and looked up to find Kayne gone.

Jon still had the picture.

Tim. It was his Tim in every way, but alive. And… well, tied up in shibari, for some reason.

It was so good to see Tim’s face again, no matter his shenanigans, and Jon wiped away a couple of tears. Honestly, it was a damned good picture. Even Tim’s tattoos were clear; there was joy in his eyes, a defiant, wicked sparkle. It was Tim, through and through.

And Kayne was there too, but whatever.

Jon wasn’t sure if it was actually a sexy picture. He lacked the radar for that kind of thing, but Martin would tell him.

And probably yell.

That was okay. Jon would yell with him.

That other timeline loomed. Jon refused to look.

It was enough to know about this place. Where they were. How the Dark World worked. Enough to know they were happy, had carved out a home, had neighbors who had done the same, and—in Jon’s opinion—deserved the happiness they’d tilled and grown and harvested.

It was John laughing this time across the Chasm, his deep and guttural joy that always sounded evil, but wasn’t.

Like hell was Jon letting some baby god eater come after them.

Jon knew Martin was awake. Martin had also started coffee (which they’d traded dearly for, and had been worth every bean).

Good. He’d need caffeine to deal with all of this.

Jon waved one more time at his neighbors (and John waved back, then told Arthur all about it in more words than necessary), and headed back home, image in hand, and admitted—at least to himself—that he was grateful for it.

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Notes:

Bribe successful.

#crack fic #tma fic #malevolent fic #dark world #the dark world #malevolent crossover #tma crossover #kayne malevolent #arthur lester #john malevolent #jonathan sims #corrupted fic #just a little sidequest series

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radioactive-earthshine · 2 years

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“i’m so hot..” “loving the confidence.” “oh shut up.”

For Kon/Bart (Only if you're interested/up to it)

“Wasn’t hot-boxing supposed to be, I dunno fun?” breathed Bart as he felt sweat cloy on his forehead. “Helen said it was supposed to be a party. Not… this.”

Tim wrenched his arm free from under Bart and took calculated breaths. “This is not what she was talking about, oh my god.”

Kon was wedged as far back as possible in the tiny box, Bart on one leg and Tim on the other. “Hey, it’s not too late, we could make it a party,” he gulped as Bart shifted in a way that was dangerous. Had this been any other scenario, had they not been tossed in together by a breakthrough villain, this might have been exciting.

Kon loathed new villains. At least with Hot Streak or Captain Boomerang he could anticipate what could happen. But oh no, they had to deal with Iron Wrapper or whatever it was.

“Superboy, is your TTK able to do anything helpful?” Tim asked and it was clear he was desperately trying to not breathe. Kon put his hand on the side of the metal box and pushed out with his TTK, it crawled along all sides and he pushed, straining. After a full minutes of bracing against the box he let up. “Nope, looks like we’re stuck. Babe?”

Bart shook his head and started to answer Kon, but Tim interrupted. “No compromising language! We don’t know if they’re listening!”

Bart rolled his eyes. “We’ll come out on Twitter later. Anyway. Sorry babe but I’ve been trying to vibrate through since we got trapped in here. Nada.”

“Damnit! Okay, Rob, you got any ideas? What about your bat-communicator?” Kon asked. “Imp and I have done all we can, time to pony up.”

Tim was quiet for a couple moments before he answered him. “No reply,” his voice was raspy and he too began to sweat. Of all the traps he got himself in this should not be this difficult.

Bart attempted to lighten the mood. “So two boys, an enby, and a box-”

“No.” Tim was not in the mood.

“Just trying to lighten everything up, damn it’s hot.” Bart shifted in Kon’s lap and Kon wrapped one arm around his waist and he pulled him closer to him.

The movement was obvious to Tim but he declined to comment on it. Getting them to keep their hands off of each other while suited up had been impossible since they got together five months ago. “It’s hot because we’re running out of air. We need to find a way out of here. So uhm, if either of you have some shocking new way of using your power please speak up.”

Silence, and breathing.

“Besides, you’re literally against my leg, gross.” Bart pointed out and Tim backed down.

Tim grew concerned. “Guys?... Oh you better not be-”

Bart and Kon both recoiled at the same time. “What?!”

“Ew!”

“Come on man, we could really die in here you think we’re- that’s low, Rob. Real low.” Kon grumbled defensively.

“Sorry, sorry. Just on edge. I’m serious though. Any ideas?”

“Y’know, maneuver 7.”

Bart considered it as the sweat on his forehead finally began pooling and falling down his skin in streaks, and the skin under his body suit felt swampy despite its moisture wicking being the best on the planet. “Well… Babe, you wanna try it?”

Kon was momentarily lost. “Try what?”

“I don’t think we ever named them,” Kon huffed in a lazy, heat hazed laugh.

The back of Tim’s throat feel like he had taken a bite of oatmeal and it was just stuck there, dry and unmoving and he was desperate for water, and air. They couldn’t keep this up. “I don’t care if you were inspired by Looney Tunes, please just try it!”

When Rob snapped, which was actually pretty common, both of them knew to pay attention.

“Okay, Bart what are you thinking?”

“Vibrating force field. You get your TTK up, I vibrate it, you push.” The plan was simple and combined unimaginable force with blinding speed and kinetic energy.

Kon immediately threw up his TTK to surround them, one hand on each side of the box. Bart reached and covered Kon’s hands with his own hot fingers and he concentrated, and began to vibrate.

As he did, little pops and flashes of electricity flickered every now and then in the dark. They were blue, then white, then yellow as he used more and more of his attachment to the Speedforce. All the while Kon pushed as hard as he could with his tactile telekinetic barrier.

The air was so thick.

There was no air left and Rob could feel his mind blanking, he thought he was hallucinating when he suddenly saw bright assaulting light envelop all of them.

The deep gasp was completely involuntary when fresh and pure air filled his lungs, and he quickly began to assess their situation.

The box they had been trapped in had burst from within and debris had been flung in all directions. Meanwhile Bart was laying backwards on top of Kon, his goggles steamed up as he laughed lazily.

“Toldja that would work! That was so cool!” Bart boasted.

“Hell yeah,” Kon croaked, his face was red as he took low breaths. “I’m so hot.”

Bart grinned. “Loving the confidence.”

Tim rolled his eyes. “Oh shut up. Come on, we have a perp to track down, you two can flirt later.”

“He’s never gonna change, is he?” Kon wondered aloud. Bart finally shifted off of him.

“Nah. But we like him like this.”

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