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hi hi hi

i was wondering if your blog is minor friendly? ill totally respect it if not, i just thought your writing was awesome, but i thought i might ask just to be sure

Hi! It is! Welcome 💕

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Hiii could i request some headcanons about reader being Dean and Sam's sibling who's coming out as a lesbian? ^>^

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Hi anon! I absolutely can ❤️

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Sam and Dean would notice that something was bothering you straight from the get go

They notice the way that you shift uncomfortably or clear you throat nervously when you’re around them as if you were about to say something before scuttling off somewhere else.

They noticed the subtle lack of eye contact

And how you seemed to lack just a few words every time you spoke as if you were in a rush to end the conversation.

Sam and Dean are overthinkers.

And very over protective

So after discussing, the two of them would pull you aside to ask what was bothering you.

The two of them would be the most supportive people you could imagine when you finally told them.

They wouldn’t rush you, instead they would listen patiently and tell you to take all of the time you needed.

Both of the boys were grateful that you felt safe enough to tell them, and assured you that despite your worries they still loved you more than anything.

They would be your biggest supporters throughout everything

Dean would also definitely be the type of person to buy you random shit with pride flags on because he thinks you would like them (what a cutie)

And he would also try and point out cute girls to you in the bars but allowing you to hook up with them was too far for him

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Guess who’s decided to rise from the dead

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Are you doing ok???

I’m alive, just got a lot going on. Hoping to post again soon :)

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Hey hey! How are you?

I’m not necessarily requesting anything. More so curious. But do you think you’d do the whumptober fics as just regular kinda fics?

And not as a “challenge” kinda thing. Just as ideas for fics. I would love to see a few as batfam but obviously only if you feel up to it and everything. And I’m not request anything, this is more so outta curiosity, if it is something you’d do.

Anyways, love your fics and you write amazingly!!

Hi lovely! I probably will when I clear out my inbox 🫠🫠

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What about a fem!reader x jason todd and they're keeping their relationship a secret but bruce sees them making out in the batcave?

This sucks but I love u and ur writings

Xoxo

Anon 💉

Head Over Heels

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Jason's lips moved softly against yours as he kissed you. Jason was a gentle lover, contrary to what many people may believe. When it comes to you, Jason always took his time to make sure everything was perfect. He never rushed into things. Weather it was just placing a hand on the small of your back when you were out in public or the way he tucked your hair behind your ear when he moved in to kiss you; everything was always thought out with Jason.

The two of you had been dating for a little while now, and you had to say that he was your world. He put so much effort into it. The two of you would often stroll together hand in hand, walking through Gotham's parks as the leaves shifted from green to a golden orange, or you would spend the cold nights cuddled up on his bed as something played quietly in the background. You loved to listen to him talk. To find every detail of his features, and uncover them like an archeologist. The freckles lining his nose. The dimple on his left cheek when he smiles. The way his eyes lit up with this gorgeous glint when the topic wandered to something he was particularly interested in. How he would become animated when showing you his bikes. It was safe to say that you were utterly in love with Jason. And he was equally as in love with you.

However the two of you had decided to keep your relationship a secret. for now, atleast. With Jason not only being in the public eye, but also being a vigilante, he didn't want you to get dragged into something you didn't need to be part of. But also...his brothers were rather...prying...and he didn't want them knowing more than he was willing to tell them. So, to stop that from happening the two of you agreed not to tell anyone until you were both comfortable.

But, as the two of you were hiding out in the cave, that plan was cut short. Too captured by the feeling of each other, you and jason failed to hear the sound of the footsteps echoing through the cave, and didn't notice that there was someone watching until they gave an awkward clear of their throat.

Pulling away from each other quickly, Jason's eyes widened as he looked up to find Bruce standing a few feet away. He tried to compose himself quickly. "Bruce- i...we..."

Bruce raised an eyebrow. He was rather amused at his son's attempt to be nonchalant. "Care to explain?"

Jason fumbled some more over his words, unable to hide the red flush that appeared on his face. It was rather cute, if you had to describe it. Eventually, he let out a soft breath. "Father....y/n is my girlfriend."

Bruce let out a hum. "I see." he took a step closer. "and how long has this been going on?"

"A few months..." Jason responded, lacing your fingers with his. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Bruce....you have to understand that I love her very much and I- I don't care if you approve or not because-"

A small smile appeared on Bruce's lips as he watched his son ramble protectively over you. He could tell he was head over heels for you . "Jason." He said, grabbing the boy's attention. "Its okay. I'm not going to stop you from dating. I'm happy for you."

"...you are?" Jason's eyebrows pinched together.

"Course I am."

Jason thought for a moment. "Good. Because I am too. I'm sorry i didn't tell you....we just thought it would be easier for us."

"It's alright. I'm not mad. Although....i can't say the same for when your brothers find out."

"Oh god...you cannot tell them! Please don't tell them!"

the older man just grinned, moving towards the door. "I'll leave you two alone then." he said. his footsteps, that you should have heard earlier, echoed through the room before the stopped and he reappeared. "And no more kissing."

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im really sorry all but i dont think im going to be able to finish whumptober. Im so low on motivation to write rn. Sorry :(

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I think I visit your blog an unhealthy number of times bc it's just my go-to for some good old fashioned hurt/comfort and it's just. You are such an incredible writer 😭❤️!! could I request a batfam fic where the reader undergoes a depressive (or numb) episode/the vibe that comes with a character just falling down wordlessly on the couch and the other character saying "bad day?" and the character nodding and giving them a blanket // if this is too specific absolutely no worries, either :D! any and all characters are alright, thank you so much!! please take your time with the requests and I hope you have an awesome rest of ur day :]!!

Aww anon! That’s so cute! I hope you enjoy and I hope you’re doing okay! :)

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WHUMPTOBER DAY TWENTY :Prompt: necrosis/wound cleaning.

Warnings: numbness and a depressive episode described.

Word count: 1k

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You had fallen into that pattern again. That dreadful, hateful pattern. It comes and goes in waves; Numbness followed by dark sadness that weighed heavily in the middle of your chest. Suffocating. 

You couldn’t help it. You never could. The feeling would just wash over you all of a sudden. Hit you like a ton of bricks. And usually you felt like there was nothing you could do about it except let it play out its course. So, you spent much of your time alone. It didn’t help much. Being alone made you feel worse in many ways. You yearned for normality; Dick’s laughter and Damian’s small unamused grunts as he pretended to be interested in what was going on. You would have given anything to not feel this way again. But right now it was all too much. Even just moving felt like too much of an effort. So you remained numb up in your room, staring blankly at the ceiling. 

You were sure you had traced the patterns in the ceiling at least a hundred times in the last day or so. It was that or overthinking. You couldn’t stop the influx of thoughts. They would come all at once all angry and disappointed. And you would ponder on them for far too long before they vanished just as quickly as they arrived, leaving you once again alone.

Your family had noticed your withdrawal. They had seen you in this state before and it broke their hearts to see  you in it again, but they weren’t sure what to do. The Waynes aren’t exactly known for their emotional intelligence. They thought the next best thing to do was to give you some space, but to extend a hand if you asked for it. You never asked for it. You didn’t know how. And you didn’t want to be a burden to the rest of your family. So you remained silent.

One night, you had decided to venture out of your room. It was a quiet evening. Late autumn so the sun was already beginning to set despite the early hours of the afternoon. It had taken you a long while to decide that you wanted to move, but nevertheless you stood and moved towards your favourite spot; a place that you often found solace in. The armchair was large and plush and positioned by the window so that it caught the last slivers of golden light as they streamed through the window. You curled up on the plush leather, watching the trees shed their leaves and the sky turn a deep blue. It was a few hours later, when the stars had appeared in the sky, when the door cracked open.  The figure was silent, save for their bare feet padding against the wooden flooring. 

It was Jason who approached.  He had a blanket slung over his shoulder and two steaming mugs of hot cocoa in his hands. He paused, studding you for a moment as you stared numbly out the window. He had seen you here before. It brought him a sense of deja vu that he’d rather not feel again. Taking a step forward, he let out a gentle sigh. 

“Hey kiddo….” he started. You glanced up at him. Jason smiled sadly. It was a start. “Brought you your favourite. Thought you might be thirsty.”

He extended a mug towards you. It was topped with cream and marshmallows which were slightly melted. It was just how you liked it. Goddamnit. You took the mug from him and took a sip. The sweet liquid melted on your tongue. 

“Thank you…” You said quietly before the two of you fell into silence. Jason watched you as you went back to staring out of the window, trying to gather the words to say. It was clear that he was worried; they all were. He just didn’t know how to make you feel better. If he could even make you feel better at all. He hated seeing you like this; so lost in the darkness of your own mind. He hated it not only because you were hurting, but also because he knew that feeling all too well. He knew how much it hurt. How difficult it was to feel anything but numb and self hatred. 

“Bad week again?” he asked gently.

You just nodded. Jason always seemed to understand without pressing you. 

“Here…” he handed you the blanket, draping it over your shoulders.You hugged it tight around you, immediately overcome with the sense of familiar comfort. 

Jason didn’t say much more after that and you even less. But he took a seat on the armchair across from you before curling up with his book. It was a simple but effective gesture to show that he was there for you without overwhelming you. You glanced at him, taking a sip of your drink. And for the first time in what felt like forever you began to feel again.

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<- DAY NINETEEN⛧ DAY TWENTY ONE->

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Hello?

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WHUMPTOBER DAY NINETEEN: prompt: Blood Trail/abandoned cabin.

Summary: on a lone hunt, you end up injured and seeking emergency help. The only problem is, there’s no one around.

Warnings; blood.

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You stumbled through the woods, your hand clutching your side as you tried not to trip on the up turned roots. You clung close to the trees using them as support as you tried to make it to the cabin. It was just ahead of you now. Fractions from touching distance. You just had to keep putting one foot in front of the other and you would make it. You were sure you would make it. You were-

Blood dripped from between your fingers. You had tried to staunch it with you hand, but as your hand began to grow slack; your blood stained the now below you a deep crimson. Keep going. Almost there.

With a heavy shove, you managed to get the door open. The hinges creaked and groaned heavily as you managed to haul the door open before slamming it shut again to keep out the cold.

Practically as soon as you were inside your legs decided to give out. Your knees bucked as you fell to the floor in a heap. Soon to be a pool of your own blood as it continued to ooze from your body. You fumbled for your phone. It was somewhere in your pocket, but your fingers refused to co-operate and it took you a clumsy minute to find it. But once it was out your muscle memory worked to dial that oh so familiar number, just hoping that the person on the other end would pick up. You weren’t sure what the signal was like around here.

Dean answered the phone on the fourth ring. “…..hello?” He mumbled groggily, clearly having just been woken up by your call.

“………Dean…?”

You could hear him straighten up on the other end of the line at the sound of your voice. “Y/n?”

“……yeah.” You coughed.

“What’s going on? Are you alright?” Dean asked. His voice was laced thick with worry.

“…need some help:” you got out.

“Where are you? What happened to the hunt?” Dean was moving, pulling on a shirt before racing to his car. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m in Oklahoma……my location is on…….”

“Okay.” Deans voice was muffled by sound of an engine. “Are you hurt?” He asked again.

You mumbled a yes in response. “More of them than I thought….”

Dean cursed loudly. “I’m not too far out from you, okay? You just stay awake and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Okay….” You blinked slowly gazing up at the ceiling. A few minutes passed with Dean taking to you on the other end of the line to try and get you to respond to him and stay awake: but then your phone chimed. The battery was going to die. You told Dean this and he cursed once again.

“Shit. No no no. Okay. I need you to give me the directions to where you are, okay? I won’t be able to follow the location on your phone if it’s dead,”

You began to describe it, but very quickly your phone shut off plunging you it into darkness and leaving you all alone with no idea as to if Dean would be able to find you in the middle of the woods.

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You were startled awake when the door was shoved open and a gale of wind whistled though the room. You shivered. You had been falling asleep without Dean to talk to you. Dean. He hovered over you now, falling to your side.

“De?” You asked, looking up at him as he rummaged for a first aid kit.

“It’s me. It’s me. You’re okay:” he tried to reassure you as he began to try and stop the bleeding.

“…….how’d you find me….?” You asked, confused.

Dean was quiet for a moment. He had followed the trail of blood that you had left in the snow, but he didn’t want to tell you that. “It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. But I’m here now.” He said, beginning to wrap a bandage. Just relax, kid. I got you, you’re gonna be okay.”

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This was SO sucky I’m sorry! But I wrote it in like half an hour so I could get it out to you tonight 😭

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Revenge Best Served Cold

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WHUMPTOBER DAY EIGHTEEN: PROMPT: revenge

This is PART TWO of I’ll Make This Up To You from whumptober last year. Please read this first so it makes more sense. - part 2: in which Jason gets his revenge on the Joker.

Warnings: previous torture, fighting, medical terms and recovery.

Word count: 1.2k

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Your recovery was…slow. And Jason hadn’t left your side since the moment you had been brought out of surgery. They had managed to fix your punctured lung, but your list of injuries had been extensive: A punctured lung, four broken ribs, both shoulders dislocated, your left wrist was broken and you were covered in multiple lacerations and bruises across your body. The wound to your thigh was fixed up with stitches. It was deep, but luckily didn’t cause too much long term damage. Alongside all of that, you had lost a lot of blood and needed a blood transfusion. Luckily everything went well and you had been recovering in bed for the last few weeks. At first, you spend your days in the hospital wing. But after that you were allowed to move back into your bedroom. You were strictly on bed rest, which Jason took very seriously. And it was a good thing too, you supposed. Whenever you were up and walking for your physical therapy or to go to the bathroom your steps were accompanied by an awful limp, which usually ended with you clinging on to whoever was there to support you. Usually Jason.

He seemed to take your condition personally. He was completely and utterly guilt ridden at the fact you had risked your life to save his. It didn’t help that seeing the Joker had resurfaced his trauma. He didn’t sleep a whole lot anymore. But then again, neither did you. He was feeling a range of emotions. Fear. Guilt. But one of the feelings that over powered the rest was anger. A deep, seething anger. He was angry at the curcumstance. At the Joker for what he did you you. At himself for letting you get hurt. But right now he had pushed that aside to care for you, though his anger was likely to bubble over any moment.

You stirred, rising from your nap. You spent a lot of your time sleeping. The medication you were on did help you heal but also made you extremely tired, but the doctors had claimed that the sleep was good to help you heal.

“…..morning” you mumbled, turning you head to Jason. “…..you’re still here..?”

“Yeah, of course.” He responded, tracing a gentle circle on the back of your hand.

“You haven’t moved, have you?” You frowned. You knew Jason had a habit of staying by your side as the guilt ate him up.

“I have.” He lied.

You just gave him a look that immediately told him that you weren’t falling for his bullshit.

He sighed. “Fine. No I haven’t.”

“Jay.”

���I know. I’m sorry. I just…..I worry about you, kid.”

“I know…” you tilted your head at him softly “but seriously, jay. You need to look after yourself too.”

“I do.”

“No you don’t.” You responded quickly. “You sit here looking after me all the time. And I appreciate it, jay, but you need to take care of yourself. Please. Take the night off? Get some proper sleep.”

“Fine.” Jason agreed. “If it’ll make you happy, Kid.”

You smile kindly. “Thank you, Jay. It would mean a lot to me.”

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Jason did not take care of himself that night. Instead, he slipped out of the manor, ignoring the orders that Bruce had given him. There was news that the Joker had escaped Arkham once again in the few weeks of your recovery. He was aided by Harley, of course. Bruce had ordered Jason to stay away from him. He knew how the cogs in his head worked. He knew Jason would be out to exact revenge. And he was exactly right.

Angrily Jason slunk through the streets. He had been researching the Joker for years since he was killed. He knew his likely hiding spots. And sure enough he found him deep within the cauldron.

The joker hadn’t even turned around and acknowledged Jason’s presence before he was being slammed against the table in front of him. Jason was angry, and slammed him full force against the wood before picking him up by the back of his shirt and throwing him against the wall.

The joker grunted before turning around and reeling his fist back. Jason caught it and twisted his arm awkwardly. The joker grinned that insane grin.

“Jaybird! I was wondering how long I would have to wait before you showed up.”

Jason slammed him back against the wall. He hit his head with a sickening crack. “Shut your damn mouth, Clown.”

“Now now.” He grinned. “I just knew you couldn’t wait to get your hands on me. Not after what I did your poor little sister. How is she by the way?”

“Don’t you talk about her.” Jason snarled.

“Ooh. Feisty. Hit a sore spot did i?”

“Shut your mouth.” Jay spat, landing a punch to the jokers face.

He was relentless in his attacks, leaving the joker black and blue. He had half beaten him to death, and likely would have if it wasn’t for Bruce, decked out as the Batman, yanking him away.

“Back down, Hood.” The Batman ordered. His voice was stern. Angry. Jason was going to be in a lot of trouble when they got back.

Jason staggered backwards, frustrated that he could continue his assault.

“Back off.” The Batman reinstated.

Reluctantly Red Hood let up with a grumble.

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“What the hell were you thinking?!” Bruce yelled at Jason. The two of them were back home now, just entering through the mouth of the cave. “I specifically told you that you were not allowed out!”

“He hurt her!” Jason hissed. He was still seething with anger. “He tore her up and then laughed about it. And you expected me to do what? To sit there and do nothing while he roamed free? No. No way.”

Bruce shook his head. “You could have been killed.”

“He’s already killed me once. So what’s once more? And he nearly killed her too!” He snapped.

“You directly disobeyed an order.”

“That man doesn’t deserve to live.”

Bruce was silent for a moment. “Look, Jason. I know you’re angry-“

“Tt. That’s one word for it.”

“But you can’t let your emotions get the better of you. You might think that we’re doing this to spite you, Jason, but we’re not. You could have been killed. And we can’t loose you again. She can’t lose you. She needs you right now. We nearly lost her. We can’t loose you too.”

Jason was stunned. “I….”

“Please. I know you’re angry. I know it hurts. But you have to let us deal with it okay?”

Although he wished desperately that he could take matters into his own hands, Jason knew that Bruce had a point. He had expressed his own vulnerability to his son. He was scared of losing his child again. And that hit Jason hard for he was scared of losing you, or any of his brothers for that matter. “….okay..” he breathed out softly.

“Good.” Bruce nodded. “Now go and get some rest. Proper rest. Tim is watching over her. She’s asleep and well taken care of. You need to look after yourself too, Jason. Like you promised her you would.”

And with that, Jason retired to his room. The anger still lingered in his veins but it was less so. It was now overcome by an overwhelming sense of compassing and belonging for his family. And he knew, that he was safe. That you were safe at home and on your way down the road of recovery.

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does anyone else look through their old works and just think 'what the fuck?' cuz that's exactly what i've just done.

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Runaway

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WHUMPTOBER DAY SEVENTEEN :Prompt: nowhere else to go

Summary: after a fight with your mother, badly injured you and your brother Sirius are forced to flee your home and go to the only place you can think of. The Potters. (im sorry)

Warnings: abuse, torture? injuries - this one is quite heavy so please be advised.

Word count: 1.5k

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The rain had soaked through nearly the entirety of Sirius’s clothes. It was late at night and the rain was torrential. It slammed on the ground creating pools on the ground that soaked your socks as well as making your clothes stick to you. Sirius sheltered you with his jacket, holding it over you and he wrapped an arm around your waist. He was supporting the majority of your weight. You could hardly keep one foot in front of the other as your weak body stumbled along the road.

 Sirius was worried about you. That was for certain. He was hurting too, but you had taken the brunt of it. He had tried to get you out of there quickly, but things had escalated quickly and he was powerless to do anything. 

You mother was angry. There was nothing new there. But this time she went too far. You and your older brother were accustomed to the harsh spells from your mothers wand. Often accompanied by her harsh words. The pair of you had countless scars scaling your bodies from the years of her abuse. It was sad, but the two of you hadn’t know anything else. You and Sirius were closer than anything. You thought it likely had something to do with how your parents treated you. The pair of you found solace in each other. A quiet place amongst the anger and hatred. 

Your mother had been unforgivable. The curses flying from her wand left you cowering on the floor, weak, broken and bleeding. Sirius had heard your screams echoing throughout the house. Anguished, they ricocheted off of the wall. At first he tried to ignore them. Getting involved would have made it worse for both you and him. So he sat there with his hands over his ears, curled up against his door with his head tucked between his knees. But when your screams continued he couldn’t bear it any longer and soon he was bursting through the door. 

The interruption had landed him with a hit of the lacero curse to the back of his calf which left him with an unpleasant limp. But what he was more focused on was you. Your body was sprawled out awkwardly on the floor, your muscles twitching and spasming. There was a trail of blood dripping from your nose and staining your clothes. It was sickening. 

The whole house was then filled with screaming and yelling. The whole thing passed in a blur, barely audible though the ringing in your ears. But soon enough, Sirius was hoisting you to your feet. And then there was the familiar feeling of apparition as Sirius whisked you away from the property. 

And so there you were, stumbling down the road towards the only place Sirius could think of to bring you: James Potter had been your best friend for years. It was no secret that he had always been there for the two of you. He knew about your home situation, as did his parents, and they had offered you an open door. A safe space. And though he swore he wouldn’t, Sirius was now taking them up on that offer. 

After a short struggle down the road to their house, Sirius rapped on the door. It was late at night and the urgent knock travelled loudly throughout the house. 

He held you close as the pair of you waited. Time seemed to drag on impossibly, but Sirius whispered reassuring words to you. “You're gonna be okay….just hold on” 

He knocked again. This time more desperate as you leaned heavily against him. A second later the light flicked on before the door cracked open, and the kind face of Euphemia Potter peered around the door. Her wand was clutched tightly in her hand and you could see Fleamont lingering in the hallway behind her. She was on the defence; who wouldn’t be during the middle of a war, but as soon as she recognised the haunted eyes of Sirius black, her face contorted with worry. The door was then flung open and the two of you were ushered inside. 

Sirius was reluctant to let you go when Effie tried to take you from his arms. Some part of him feared that if he let you go you were going to disappear. Nevertheless, he let you go and she helped move you to the couch, soothing you as you let out a noise of discomfort. 

“Shh….” She soothed, her mothering side protective over you. “We’ve got you….youre alright.” She fussed over you. “Monty, fetch the medkit.” 

Sirius watched as they rushed around you, ignoring his own pain to make sure you were tended to. “I- I’m sorry- I….i don’t know where else to go.” 

“It’s alright dear….everything is okay.” 

Sirius wasn’t sure how to react. He wasn’t used to this sort of kindness. 

Fleamont returned not long later with the medkit. There had been a lot of loud clanging as he tried to find it. As soon as it was open, Effie was trying to get you to drink down a healing potion, but your body was in shock and half of it dribbled down your chin before you could get yourself to swallow. 

There was a patter of bare feet on the hardwood floors. And then James appeared at the door of the stairs. He had been woken by the raucous and had decided to investigate. What he wasn’t prepared to see was his best friends broken and bleeding in his home. 

“What’s going on?!” James asked, alarmed. 

“James—“ Sirius started as his best friend approached him. 

“What happened?” He asked, trying to get to you before being stopped by his father. 

“James, Dear. Why don’t you go back to bed? Everything will be fine here.” 

“No- what- what happened.” James asked. Though he was sure he already knew. He just didn’t want to say it outloud because that meant accepting the truth. After accepting that he couldn’t go to you he turned to Sirius, trying to check for injuries. “….what happened…?” James asked sadly. And Sirius just gave him this look. One where his eyes were sad and yet so full of fear at the same time. And it said it all. “…oh…” 

The moment was broken by your cry of pain, and all eyes snapped to you. Effie was currently mending your wounds with a healing spell. She was trying her hardest not to hurt you more, but it was near impossible with the extent of your injuries. It was clear that you were scared from the wide eyed look you bore, and you were disorientated from the whirlwind of events. Your vision was doubled and you could hardly hear anything. But she had done her best. You had stopped bleeding and the blood had been cleaned from your body. The only thing that was left was the twitching caused by the clear use of the cruciatus curse. The thought of it alone made Effie feel sick. 

Soon, once the majority of your wounds had been tended to, and you had succumbed to the drowsiness of the healing potions, the family had helped situate you in James’ bed. He had decided to give up his own in order to keep an eye on you; much to his parents’ initial protests. In the end they had decided it was best for everyone. Sirius, who eventually had his wound healed, took camp on an air-bed on the floor of James’ bedroom with his best friend, insisting on staying near your side just in case anything happened. And you slept. Far from peacefully, but your chest rose and fell steadily as your body worked to heal itself. 

James, who was supposed to be sleeping beside his friend but couldn’t, had taken position next to you. His hands were folded awkwardly beside him as he was too afraid to touch you in fear that he would cause you more pain. But when you awoke with a start, he placed a gentle hand on your arm; a soothing touch to help ground you. 

“Hey….hey. You’re okay.” He said softly. 

Your panicked gaze settled on him. Quiet for a moment as your mind raced to fill in the timeline. You could see Sirius sleeping on the floor nearby and your worried was settled.

“Don’t worry. He’s alright.” James spoke “it’s you were worried about, sweetheart.” 

“…..I…” you opened your mouth to speak but your throat was hoarse and dry making it hard to, but James stopped you.

“Don’t talk. It’s alright.” He smoothed a hair away from your face. “You’re safe here now, okay? My mother tended to your wounds. She said you should be okay in a day or two.” He took a breath. “Merlin….im so sorry…..I’m so so sorry…..” 

you gave him a sad look. It wasn’t his fault at all. 

“But don’t worry about it, okay? We’re going to sort this out. But you and Siri are always welcome here. We’re your family and it is never too much for us to keep our doors open for you and Sirius. Never.”

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[jasmines-library]

word count of 666 on the new whumptober fic??? spooky!

I know right!

[jasmines-library]

Necrosis

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WHUMPTOBER DAY SIXTEEN :Prompt: necrosis/wound cleaning.

Summary: Tim helps you with your wounds.

Warnings: mentions of injury. Necrosis.

Word count: 666

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Tim frowned as he watched you hobble across the room with a noticeable limp. You had been injured a few weeks ago; a nasty hit to the thigh with a knife. The would had been deep and painful and would more than likely leave a scar. You were supposed to be on crutches, but you had abandoned those after the first week and a half and were now resorting to limping through the manor now you weren’t on bed rest. 

“You shouldn’t be walking on that.” Tim chided as he glanced up at you from his computer screen. He had been staring at it for the last three hours, only leaving to go to the bathroom or to refill his coffee. 

“Yeah but I’m sick of staying in bed.” You said, continuing to limp towards the kitchen.  It was strange. After two or so weeks the wound should have healed up somewhat, but it seemed you were still struggling with it. And normally it wouldn’t have been a problem, but Tim often overthought and wanted to be safer than sorry. With a huff, Tim stood, walking over to you. He placed a gentle hand on your back and guided you to sit down. 

“Sit.” He said. It was practically an order as he gave you no choice but to. 

You let out a hiss as you sat, the pain in your leg twinging. Tim gave you a look. 

“How many times have you been told to stay off this leg.” He tutted. “If you want to get better you need to rest.” 

“I was just going to the kitchen.” You argued back. 

“You could have asked one of us” 

“There’s no point in asking one of you when it’s just easier to get there myself.” 

“Clearly you can’t. You’re still limping…..is it still bothering you that much?” 

“A little…” 

“That means yes then.” Tim rephrased. He knew you had a habit of downplaying your pain. He helps you straighten out your leg gently, taking a look at the bandages. “How long ago did you change these?” 

“Uh….two I think. Alfred did them for me.” He had been doing a good job of making sure your wound was clean and free from infection. 

Tim pursed his lips. “You mind if I take a look? They probably need changing anyway” 

“Go ahead.” 

“Alright.” Tim stood before going to get the medical kit. “Don’t move.” He pointed at you. “I mean it.” 

“Yes, Sir.” You mock saluted. 

Tim returned a minute later, and as much as you would have liked to have left you did stay in your place for him. Gingerly he took your leg between his hands and began to unwrap the bandages. There was no sign of blood, which was a good sign. However when he revealed the wound, he let out a hiss though his teeth.

Some of the skin around the wound had began to turn a nasty grey-ish colour. Necrosis. Likely a sign of infection or lack of blood to the cells which has caused them to die. 

“Well shit….. no wonder it’s been bothering you so much, sweetheart.”

“Necrosis?” You swallowed thickly. 

“Looks like it. It’s infected, kid.” 

“Shit.” 

“Hey. Don’t think like that. We’ll get you on some antibiotics and see how that helps and go from there, yeah? I’ll let B know. You’ll be fine, we’ll sort it, kid.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Now let’s get this bandaged for you, hm?” He said, reaching into the medical kit and pulling out a fresh bandage and some sterile wipes. Gently he cleaned the area, his touch gentle so as to not cause you any more harm, before he tossed the wipe away and began to re-wrap the wound. The bandage sat snug but not suffocating around your thigh. “There you go kid. 

 “Thank you.”

“Now get some rest while I go and talk to B.”

“Alright.”

“No walking on that leg.” Tim warned. “I mean it. No wandering off.”

“No promises.”

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[jasmines-library]

Hey hey, this is not a request or anything. I just wanna say I love your batfam fics. I love the bat family and you write some of the best batfam fics I’ve ever read!!!!

And I’m loving whumptober!!! I love angsty fics, especially batfam angst!!

Anyways just wanna to say I love your fics!! Have a good day/night!!!

Thank you so much ❤️

[jasmines-library]

Good Enough

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WHUMPTOBER DAY FIFTEEN :Prompt: Childhood trauma/"i did good, right?"

Summary: After Bruce rescued you from an abusive family and adopted you into his own, you worry that you haven't done well enough for him on your first patrol.

Warnings: mentions of an abusive family.

Word count: 700

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You had been training for this your entire life. Or at least your entire life with Bruce Wayne. He had taken you in from a young age. He had seen your potential and rescued you from an abusive situation. He took you from your lowest; from a place where you were unappreciated, to one where you were loved and cherished. Bruce had trained you hard over the years, helping to build up your abilities brick by brick. He had given you something to work towards. And you had finally gotten there. But you felt like you had to repay him. Like you had to live up to the expectations cast down on you from the generations of previous Robins. 

An anxious feeling simmered in your chest as you shadowed Batman through the city. This was your first patrol, and the anxiety had forged together with this unexplainable excitement that bubbled up inside you. It was exhilarating. Darting across the rooftops was all that you had imagined yet so much more at the same time. It was supposed to be a nice, quiet and easy night based on recent activity in Gotham. But of course nothing is ever simple and soon you and Bruce were dashing over to the other side of the city to stop some thieves from robbing a high end jewellery store. 

You skidded to a halt at the sound of smashing glass under the blaring of the sirens. You could see the thieves halfway down the street ahead of you, their bags full as they sprinted away. You were hot on their heels forcing your legs to go faster as you tried to keep up with Bruce and to catch them. The pair turned a corner down an alleyway. This was your chance. You knew the streets well; you had been studying them as part of your training. So, instead of following them you continued on straight before taking a left coming out in front of them. 

The thieves didn’t notice you at first and proceeded to hop the fence before landing straight in front of you. You readied your weapon and adopted a fighting stance like you had been taught. You were ready to fight. But the minute they straightened up, you were hit with an immense sense of fear. 

They looked like your parents. 

Tall and lean, the figures now resembled your birth parents as they loomed before you. Their words rang in your ears, telling you how much of a disappointment you were. How you were a waste of space. Ungrateful. You froze. Lost for a moment as you were struck with all of your childhood trauma. But then you caught a glimpse of Batman’s cape and were reminded of why you were out here. Reminded that you were loved. 

Raising you weapon you lunged forwards first. Landing a quick blow to the shorter criminal’s side, you tackled them down to the ground. Very quickly, Batman joined in the fight and the alley was filled with a flurry of punches and rouge kicks. It didn’t take long before the two were on the ground and in handcuffs, ready for the GCPD to take away. 

Batman straightened and placed his hands on his hips as he took in your work. He then turned to you, his gaze impossible to tell from under his mask. He could tell that there was a slight hint of fear underlying the look you had plastered on your face. So, he crouched down to your level, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. He could tell that something was up, but he wasn’t quite sure what. 

You swallowed thickly before asking nervously “I….i did good, right?”

Bruce’s face softened almost sadly. He knew that you had been through a lot. Far too much for anyone to go through, let alone a child. “So good, kiddo.”

“...you mean it?”

He gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze before deciding to just pull you straight into a hug. “Of course. I’m so, so proud of you. You did amazing, kiddo. Better than I could have ever asked for.”

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