LABYRINTH ( Ii ) - Gr63

LABYRINTH ( ii ) - gr63

pairing . . . george russell x fem!reader summary . . . you never actually meant to wish your brother away. but if you wanted him back, you'd have to travel to the goblin king's castle and retrieve him. But maybe you don't go back, maybe the goblin king entices you, and you have to make a decision. warnings . . . still the labyrinth!au !! nothing else :) notes . . . this is part 2 of the original post! scroll to the bottom to read part 1 if you havent yet <3 also, like one use of "(name)" in this entire thing

━━━━━━━ THE WALK THROUGH to the labyrinth was the easiest part. You had found that the only easy part was walking to the labyrinth and staring at it. At the edge of the labyrinth, your eyes fell upon a goblin that was turned to a small pool of water.

"Excuse me? Excuse me!" You called out, stepping forwards as the goblin quickly zipped up his pants and turned to you, he was... disturbing, to say the least. But you had to adjust to the faces of the goblins, this was the way Goblin City anyways - or, at least, you hoped.

"Oh," his voice was loud and raspy as he turned to you, "it's you." he sounded displeased, staring at you from where he stood - which was rather taller than you expected. You were taken aback by his rudeness, but shook it off in a second.

"i have to get through this labyrinth. Can you help me?" You asked, watching as he picked some weird contraption up, scanning the air quickly before finding a small flying... fairy? Fairies were real?

"Oh, how sweet." The goblin turned from you, spraying a fairy before counting - "Fifty-seven!" and moving on.

"How could you?" you gasped loudly, rushing towards the fairy and cupping it into your hands, "Poor thing." you cooed, glaring at the goblin a second later.

"You monster!" You accused him, your face morphing into one of anger. A sharp stinging pain shot through your hand - "It bit me!" you cried out, dropping it out of surprise. You began slowly walking after the goblin, cradling your injured hand in your chest.

"What did you expect fairies to do?" The goblin seemed amused, waddling onwards in a line.

"I thought they did nice things, like granting wishes." You thought back to the countless childhood stories, Peter Pan, Cinderella, all of them. Fairytales had painted the creatures as sweet and beautiful things that helped people and did good things, not bite people and be mean.

"That shows what you know, doesn't it?" He snickered, "fifty-eight!" left his lips as he sprayed another fairy. He was an unkind goblin, and it irritated you. You'd been frustrated enough today, George and your brother, your evil stepmother, and your mean father.

"You're horrible." You snarled, your hands dropping to your side. This was pointless, all of it was. You hadn't even gotten into the labyrinth, and you already wanted to turn around, forget Toby, and run away forever.

"No, I'm not. I'm Hoggle." Hoggle finally gave his name, you rolled your eyes without a problem. "Who are you?" He didn't seem like he'd meant it, he seemed like he wasn't even listening to anything you were saying.

"(name)." You answered, folding your arms over your chest and continued after Hoggle.

"Thats what I thought - fifty-nine!" He muttered, spraying the next fairy he saw.

"Do you know where the door is?" You were hopeful he'd finally answer you, but, as you expected, he didn't. He remained impossible to get any straight answer from, and it made you even more upset than before.

"Maybe." He answered.

"Well, where is it?" You hopefully asked again.

He didn't answer you, continuing to walk before being bit by a fairy, he exclaimed a small "Oh, you little..." before spraying it and counting it - it was his sixtieth fairy of the day.

"Where is it?" You were more restless than before, glaring at his back as you continued after him.

"What?" He was clueless.

"The door." You deadpanned, expecting the answer.

"What door?" He responded.

"It's hopeless asking you anything!" You cried out, throwing your hands up and your head back in anguish. You were losing time over this, and if he was to be no help, you would just... forget about Toby.

"Not if you ask the right questions." He continued forwards, the complete opposite of this conversation.

"How do I get into the labyrinth?" you finally asked after letting his response flow through your head a few times.

"Now that's more like it. You get in..." He scanned the wall before pointing, "there." when you grinned and followed where his finger was pointing, he spoke up again - "Are you really going in there?" He asked.

You nodded, "Yes, I'm afraid I have to." you sighed out the ending of your sentence, you didn't want to do this at all. Thankfully, you at least got your answer.

"Cosy, isn't it?" He tried joking, because now he just seemed sorry for you. Why would he be sorry? He didn't know you, and this was all your fault anyways, if you hadn't been so selfish... if you hadn't been so upset.

"Would you go left, or right?" You decided to ask Hoggle, turning to him after scanning both ways you could go through the labyrinth. "They both look the same." you worriedly add, gently folding your hands together over and over again - a nervous habit.

"You will not get very far." Hoggle told you, shaking his head while staring at you. You found yourself rolling your eyes again - Hoggle the pessimist.

"Which way would you go?" You rephrased your question, hoping for a better decision this time around. When would you learn?

"Me? I wouldn't go either way." Hoggle snorted out of humor, making you scoff.

"If you won't help me, just leave." You groaned, shaking your head.

"You take too many things for granted. Take this labyrinth, even if you get to the center, you'll never get out again." Hoggle muttered, shaking his head this time. He was still irritating you incessantly, making you furthermore upset with him and everyone.

"That's your opinion." You groaned, trying not to lose your cool right then and there.

"It's better than yours." Hoggle sassed instantly.

"Thanks for nothing, Hogwart." You rolled your eyes once more before turning down a path and beginning your venture into the labyrinth, time was of the essence.

"It's Hoggle! And don't say I didn't warn you." He muttered, his voice losing its boost as you walked further away, further away from him, further away from safety, and further away from your perfect sanity.

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MORNIN’

pairings — jason todd x fem!reader

warnings — mentions of scars (tracing healed ones), talk of marriage, being a normal mundane couple, VERY domestic romance (i crave!!), mentions of having children but nothing actually happening!!

summary — moving from gotham into a more rural and quiet area was the best decision you two had made, because it turned out perfectly.

━━━━━━━ WAKING UP TO YOUR side empty was normal, but still scary, for jason. he knew you were safe, he could smell the breakfast you were cooking downstairs. still, a part of him forced him up. he continued the same routine he’d normally follow now that you’d moved from Gotham together.

your marriage solidified your hopes of leaving Gotham behind. finding the house was the final straw, and Jason jumped at the chance to buy the house. thank god he’d been adopted into a rich family, since neither of you two had to work.

occasionally, you had part time shifts at a bakery in the small town nearby. you loved it, and Jason loved coming in to see you with flowers. the longer you two lived out here, the less people that cared how Jason was related to Bruce Wayne.

your lives had become a very mundane manner, your stomachs filled with a consistent warmth that eased you into the knowledge of safety. Jason no longer kept a gun under his pillow — you agreed to him keeping it in the beside table.

downstairs, Jason met your face in the small soft yellow kitchen. you’d painted over the original white color, in hopes of creating a very fairy-like cottage. it was working out, and you spun around to face your husband.

“hey, Jay.” you extended your arms, gathering him into a soft hug. Jason smiled into your neck, spinning you around. he peppered your face with kisses, muttering a greeting into your body.

“hey baby.” he said.

“y’hungry? i made pancakes.” you motioned your head to the plate on the table. there sat a plate of pancakes, bacon, eggs, and fruits. Jason felt the warmth bubble, and an indescribable feeling of pure love towards you filled him. he didn’t know how else to explain it, he stared lovingly at you as you plated up your own plate, pouring two cups of coffee and handing one to your husband.

together the two of you fixed up your coffees before walking together to the rocking chairs on your back porch. there sat a small table between the two chairs, and you both set your things down.

you jogged back inside, turning on your guys’s favorite cd — a collection of love songs from the 60s. the familiar Skeeter Davis song flowed from the open windows, setting a calm mood over you two.

you both began drinking from your cups of coffee, as well as taking portions of your carefully prepared breakfast.

“i’ve been thinking, y’know.” you spoke after taking another sip of coffee. Jason looked up, intrigued. you met his eyes, hesitation crossing your features for a second — you never had to be afraid of saying anything to him.

“‘bout what?” he spoke, taking another bite of bacon.

“i think im ready, for a kid. i talked to my manager, i can get the time off when it happens.” you reached for his hand, and he happily took it. this statement by no means meant the two of you would try to rush it, you were both ready, and wouldn’t want to rush through this cherishing moment.

“really?” he was smiling brightly.

the rest of the day was spent relaxed in the bedroom you two shared, his head on your stomach and your hand crossing his back across every one of his old scars.

he didn’t mind, you wouldn’t cause them to reopen. ever since his old scars had died out, you noted how calm he was, how serene this entire portion of your life was.

“im so grateful. i love you so much.” you muttered, running your hands through his hair.

“i love you too, baby.” he rose up to kiss you gently, rubbing your jaw with his hand.

this was all you ever wanted.

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LATE NIGHT

pairings — dick grayson x reader

warnings — talk of marriage, that’s really it, drinking wine (they’re both of age)

summary — during a particularly late night, you two find yourselves enjoying wine on your balcony together.

notes — guys can u all tell i’m totally in a loving and fulfilling relationship and don’t need to write what i wish i had

━━━━━━━ WHEN YOU ORIGINALLY MET Dick, you didn’t think much about him, but he managed to weasel his way into your life — you weren’t complaining in any aspect.

he was a sweet guy, in your eyes, and no matter how many other women threw themselves at him, he was all yours. you two, by now, had been together for years by now.

you understood the lengths of his job, he’d told you everything about his childhood, you knew his deepest fears, and he knew yours. you could’ve spent hours with him telling him every little detail about yourself.

you’d always been a supportive partner, you knew he wasn’t cheating, but it had been a scare all the nights he would leave and come home late or early in the morning.

it was a relief and a burden off your shoulder when he finally told you.

“hey, Dick.” you walked up to him, running your hands across his shoulders before up to his mask, gently removing it and peppering kissing all along his face.

grinning, Dick wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. “hey, missed you.” he leaned fully into your touch, he was practically melted butter in your arms.

“missed you more.” you gave him a final, intimate kiss on the lips before tugging him into the kitchen. he’d missed out of dinner, so you had cooked for yourself earlier, and now you had cooked for him to come home to.

“now you gotta go change and freshen up, i’ll pour some wine.” you spoke in a soft tone, gently nudging him towards your bedroom. reluctantly, he changed and showered, and in ten minutes he was back out. you’d been letting the food rest on a low heat, and you poured his cup on wine when he came back.

“eat outside?” he gestured to the balcony you had connected to your house. you nodded, taking the small plate you had for yourself along with your glass and his glass. he took the bottle of wine.

you two sat at the small table and chair set you had out there, lighting a candle between you two and pouring wine. it was serene.

“one second.” you kissed his head, turning around and running inside, turning on her vinyl record of romantic songs loud enough to hear through their balcony door. sitting back down, you smiled at your longtime boyfriend.

“you look beautiful.” Dick whispered. you grinned in response, humming along to the music in the background.

“when we get married, we’re gonna run far away from Gotham. get outta the big city, maybe a different country.” he leaned backwards, admiring the idea of a future with you beside him.

“when we get married?” you smiled.

“when.” he confirmed. “you’re the only one i’d ever marry. no one else deserves a ring from me but you.” he muttered.

“i’d marry you too, baby.” you grinned. standing up and asking him to dance with you. he did.

you knew you’d marry Dick. it was like when you met, everything clicked and it all made sense. there was nothing to stop either of you from moving towards marriage — except death, which Dick went above and beyond to avoid.

“i love you.” you hummed, leaning into him.

“i love you more.” he responded, kissing your head carefully.

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BABY

pairings — donnie darko x reader

warnings — babying 👅👅, overusing “baby” and having no regrets, insane bouts of fluff, writer coming back from the dead out of nowhere to cook, also very short no surprise tho

summary — you never thought donnie would want to be babied, but he’s been sick, and will only listen to you

━━━━━━━ “DONNIE, BABY,” you cooed in a slight baby voice. his mom had called you, telling you how donnie was sick and refused to take anything from her, just saying he wanted you.

you couldn’t deny your boyfriend that, stepping into his room five minutes later with water, medicine, and his favorite movie. when donnie looked at you, he looked ready to cry.

“oh, baby.” you softly smiled, setting the medicine, the water, and your bag on the floor. donnie just held his arms out, he didn’t need to say anything.

you knew what he wanted.

sliding into the bed, you pulled donnie’s head onto your chest and began running your hands through his hair. it was soft, and you could feel the tension in his body disappear as you continued.

“you wanna take this medicine and turn on a movie and sleep, baby? you have to take the medicine anyways.” you used a soft tone, rubbing a hand down his face to caress his jaw. he grumbled into your skin, tickling you.

“it’s the drinking stuff, baby.” you were probably overusing the word, but it didn’t matter to you. donnie sat up slightly as you poured the grape flavored medicine into the small cup that had come with the container. donnie slowly took it from you as you prepared his water for him, placing it to his lips as your hand found its way back into his hair.

“there you go, good job baby.” you kissed his lips gently, before letting him lay back down on your chest. he was out like a light eventually, and you stayed in the same spot, running your hands through his hair as he slept, up until you yourself had fallen asleep.

hiii… 😟😟 guys i know it’s been awhile i swear it wasn’t my fault believe me 🙁 anyways i have a few more ideas i wanna put out hopefully — cj <3

masterlist

can i order an older!batman!damian x reader they have a lot of children (biologically) and his family and friends does not know, i wanna know their reactions

yes your price is 1 order of creepcast merch for me since there’s 3 days left and i haven’t been able to get my grubby hands on it

YOU HAVE KIDS?

pairings — older!damian wayne — al ghul x fem!reader (could also be read as just reader since i never really use she/her much)

warnings — idk actually, pretty generic names for the kids but obviously you can imagine a different name if you want to (i just don’t like using d/n ykwim) (plus i only use them once)

summary — literally just the request but only with the batboys, batgirls, and bruce!!

notes — i hope this is good 😟

━━━━━━━ TO BE FAIR, YOU should’ve told them sooner. well, Damian should’ve, they were his family. but, you’d never forced him too, since your account on instagram wasn’t followed by any of them.

“are you sure you want to do this?” you rubbed your hands along his shoulders, gently. you were due at the Wayne manor in a little for a small lunch, you’d never been one to force Damian into seeing them, since you understood, but you were surprised when he planned on going.

“yeah, i’ll have to do it sooner or later.” he grabbed your hand and peppered kissing along your knuckles.

“mom can i bring my doll?” your youngest daughter, just turning five with no front teeth, walked out of the hall opening holding her old doll passed down from you. smiling, you nodded.

“you gonna remember to bring it home, baby?” you stepped forwards, rubbing your hands through her messy head of black hair. she’d inherited more from her father.

“mhm!” she smiled, turning back to her room with a grin.

“can’t we have more?” Damian wrapped his arms around you, his head leaning snug against your shoulder. you put your hands over his, a soft laugh leaving you.

“not for a little bit, Dame.” you turned around with a grin, gently kissing him. you shared the small intimate moment without hesitation, bonded as one soul in the moment.

“mom! are we going yet?” your oldest, now eleven, walked down the hall. you turned to her, then to your husband, who nodded. your oldest daughter saw it, and walked over to put her shoes on.

getting your other three — your youngest and the middle boys (twins) — and helping them with their shoes, you were all off. the ride was peaceful, your kids finding themselves distracted with either the outside world or the toys you let them bring along.

“have you told any of them?” you had been holding Damian’s hand over the center console, your thumb in a constant soothing motion over his knuckles and the curve of his thumb.

“no, only Alfred. he’s the only one who needed to immediately know. besides, i told him first anyways.” Damian sighed.

“that’s fine, baby. i told you, you never had to.” you brought his hand closer to your mouth, gently kissing it. Damian smiled at you before the rest of the car ride was passed with ease.

Damian, getting out and opening your door, then began to help your youngest get out of the car. you helped the twins out, made sure they had the toys they wanted, and had them follow Damian to the front door.

on the way, your draped your arm over your oldest daughters shoulders, tugging her into you. she basically melted into you, her arm going around you in return.

Alfred opened the door, a wide smile crossing his face. “master Damian!” he was overjoyed, “lovely to see you.” he hugged the man before following up with greeting you and your kids the same way.

he led the six of you upstairs to where everyone else was.

if you could’ve had a camera, you would’ve taken a picture of the moment. their faces were covered in pure shock, staring at your kids. your hand squeezed Damian’s, which you had found yourself holding.

“well, if this isn’t news i don’t know what is.” Dick broke the silence first, stepping forwards and embracing Damian. respectfully, he shook your hand.

“these are our kids, Elliot and Titus,” he gestured to the twins, both holding their action figures and playing around with them — they were Red Hood and Nightwing action figures.

“our oldest, Lorelei,” he gestured to her, “and youngest Regan.” they looked like the two of you. your youngest had all of Damian’s features, and your oldest might as well have been your carbon copy.

the twins looked like a mixture, and you could see everything processing in their minds.

“why don’t you four come with me?” Alfred stepped forwards when he noticed the slight tension in the air.

your kids didn’t argue, following him out to the garden.

“how come we never knew?” Bruce, getting older and older each day, stepped forwards.

“because it was our mutual agreement. i told Damian he didn’t have to tell anyone he didn’t want to.” you defended you and your husbands decision instantly.

“doesn’t matter,” Dick stepped up now, “we know now!” he was grinning.

“did you really buy your kids Nightwing and Red Hood action figures?” Jason was grinning when he spoke up.

“the girls have Batgirl figures.” you informed them with a wide smile, “you might not have known them, but they’ve always known you guys.” you added, your hand rubbing comforting patterns into Damian’s back.

“does this mean we’re all aunts and uncles? well, grandparent for Bruce.” Tim asked. you nodded with Damian in confirmation. a challenging look flashed across all of their faces instantaneously.

“this doesn’t mean you guys can go and spoil them.” Damian said, trying to fight back a smile.

ever since being with you, he’d mellowed out and been less harsh towards people. something you hadn’t done on purpose. he was still mean when he had to be.

“don’t spoil them too much, we still want humble and kind kids.” you corrected Damian.

“i can live with that.” Jason shrugged.

“do they really have batgirl figures?” Cass asked. you nodded again in confirmation, mentioning how it was your idea.

“how old are they all?” Steph had finally asked.

“eleven, seven, and five.” you nodded, telling them which was which afterwards. you couldn’t specifically hear it, but you knew they were all ready to fight over the title of favorite.

after awhile at the manor, you all found yourselves back at home. you and Damian relaxed outside as your kids stayed inside, but every once and awhile, the younger ones would run outside and cause chaos.

“do you feel better now that they know?” you had your head against your husbands chest, listening to him and his heartbeat.

“a little. i… i’m glad they reacted how they did. i thought they’d hate me forever.” Damian admitted with a small laugh. you grinned.

“i don’t think anyone could hate you anymore, you big softie.” you teased him, holding open your arm when your oldest daughter came out to join you two on the hammock.

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*early in the morning in the batfamily groupchat*

tim: dude my classes are so stupid this year! they gave me the last lunch like do they want me to starve?

damian: well my grade eats together

tim: that’s because you’re in middle school like a loser

damian: ???

cass: yeah, in my sophomore year, they had me going to my first class, second class, then lunch. how do you think i felt eating lunch when it was still breakfast time?

tim: well i’ve got it as my first class, second class, third class, fourth class, then finally lunch!

duke: class doesn’t look like a real word anymore

dick: clap that ass = class

*jason has removed dick from the groupchat*