Village Of Shadows - Ch.4 (Dark!DC/Resident Evil 8)

Village of Shadows - Ch.4 (Dark!DC/Resident Evil 8)

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Summary: You have to face the Joker and Harley before you can get anywhere near Arthur Curry

Warnings: Lots of clowns, death traps, past trauma, violence, injury detail, panic attack description

CHAPTER 4 - A Fear of Clowns

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The path to Joker and Harley's compound was littered with graffiti, streamers and garish neon lights.

I had no idea how they had so much electricity to power this stuff out here but, when I looked more closely at a neon Joker sign I jumped out of my skin as a Jack in the Box erupted from nowhere, springing a clown into my face that laughed in a tinny mechanical fashion. I tripped as I tried to get away from it, landing on my ass on the mossy ground as I tried to get a grip on myself.

I just really fucking hate clowns...

I got up, keeping the gun in one of the straps on the dress and I clutched the dagger in my dominant hand. I wasn't going to waste magic bullets on two humans when I still had Aquaman and Superman to contend with.

I got closer to the house and saw, to my great horror, that it was a pastiche of a funfair haunted house. I didn't really like these things as a kid, much less an adult but going in there was the only way I could find Arthur's key.

“Step riiiiiight up!” Joker's voice blasts through some speakers as fairground music starts piping in at me from all sides. “One night only, our funhouse is free! Just come inside and see if you can make it out again.”

I hear Harley giggling in the background before it shuts off and I'm left with this nightmare fuel of a clownface spinning around on the front of the house and that organ music repeating on a loop.

“Fuck it,” I say to myself before walking in the door.

Standing around outside wasn't going to do anything and I had the triple motivation now of finding my son, avenging my husband and making John's efforts to keep me alive worth something. If I couldn't at least put on my big boy pants then what good was I?

“Welcome! Welcome, my dear,” the door shuts behind me and locks as Joker's voice starts up again. “What a brave little thing you are. Taking out Diana, oh! Some of us have been trying to do that for yearsssss!”

“I could've done it,” Harley sounds put out. “She ain't thathard to kill.”

“Quiet!” I hear a slap and yelp. “Now, let's see whether a mother's determination can get you through. Did you know Harley used to be a psychiatrist? She managed to get access to your therapy records and ohhhh, the things we found out about you. You reallydon't like clowns, do you? Also a demon attack at a rave, now that wasn't just a fanciful nightmare I'm betting. Unfortunately for you, I'm going to use this all against you. Have fun!”

It goes quiet then, save for the looping music and I step onto a circular tunnel, only for it to start spinning in place like a slow laundry machine. I have to half run to the other side to keep my balance, only to get on an actual balance beam after that that runs over a pit of broken glass.

Three steps across and something drops from the ceiling to the side of me, screeching and kicking. I nearly fall off into the shards and see a clown hanging from a noose, still scrabbling at the rope to try and free themselves.

“What the fuck?!” I blurt out before keeping low and hurrying as fast as I could as more and more bodies dropped, intending to shock me into losing my balance.

I couldn't believe the Joker was killing people around me just to freak me out. John was right, this was more terrifying than running from Diana and her daughters.

I got to the other side and swore in a long string of colourful adjectives to see a mirror maze.

“Eesh. Somebody needs to wash their mouth out with soap,” Joker adds dryly. “I would hurry up in this next section if I were you, dear. A couple of my experiments have gotten loose and they'd just be real happy to see you. Geddit? Real happy? Smiles? Oh my comedy is wasted on you.”

“LAUGH, YOU DUMB BROAD!” Harley grabs the mic.

“FUCK YOU, YOU PSYCHO ACROBAT!” I yell back.

She'd rubbed me up the wrong way ever since that meeting of the heroes. I wasn't going to let her bully me into fawning over the Joker like she did.

“WHY I OUGHTA-!”

“-COME DOWN AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!”

“Now now, ladies. Let's not start a cat fight,” Joker chuckles. “Or at least if you do, make sure you're both in a pool and covered in pudding.”

“Oh dream on!” I flip the bird, twirling around so if there's cameras then he'll see me.

I strode into the maze of mirrors and the door swung shut automatically behind me. Glowing neon paint illuminated on the ceiling above me, some on the mirrors too and when new music started up, I felt a prickling of sweat run down my back to hear that tune that had haunted me for years. The tune that the demon had slaughtered all the rave goers too when I was younger.

We Live Forever by The Prodigy

I lost my common sense at that point, fleeing through one route, only to be met with a dead end and the sight of my own terrified face as I tried to keep my breathing under control. Down another route and I saw a flash of a clown face, a smile stretched unnaturally wide across the lips. I couldn't tell if it was near me or just reflected to look close but I wasn't going to take the chance.

I worked myself up in this horrorscape, filled with visual and audio reminders of the former worst night of my life only to have the added menace of stalking clowns after me. Dead end after dead end, retracing my steps as I got completely lost, my fear ruling my logic.

I got grabbed by something and I slashed behind me with the knife, only to see I'd cut off the hand of an attacking clown that fell to the floor with a dull thud. I didn't even know how, there was no resistance to the swing I'd had. It had just cut through flesh like melting butter.

“That's cheating,” Joker sounds annoyed.

“You never said I couldn't use weapons,” I growl back, kicking the clown away.

I wasn't so lucky the next time one caught up to me. It got me pinned against a mirror and bit my bicep hard until I was shrieking. I ended up stabbing it in a mad fury until it let go but the damage had been done by that point, a chunk of my skin missing and blood freely weeping down my arm and fingers.

“What a shame,” Harley laughs at my pain.

I keep moving until I find an exit, spilling out onto a platform that contained a singular cart next to it, like one of those Ghost Train kind of ones.

“Get in if you want to meet us face to face,” Joker tells me.

So I do, the lap bar moving into place on its own and crushing me a little as the little cart trundles forward. I expect some kind of trap or maybe a haunted house kind of affair where things pop out at me but instead I see screens, screens that are showing videos of my family.

Some are home movies, videos posted on social media from my husband and I but some are taken from a distance, like we were being stalked. Sweet family moments, arguments with my husband when we'd been out for that day, some even taken through the windows of our house. Private moments, very private moments.

How long had they been watching us?!

The cart came to a stop by a door after the lengthy movie and the bar flew up, releasing me to go through. I could see Joker sitting on a chair with Harley next to him, twirling a huge hammer in her fingers.

“Well? I don't have all day,” Joker beckons me through.

I stand up and make my way over, the door closing behind me and I stop a few feet from them, blood still dripping from my wound occasionally as I held tightly onto the dagger.

“Give me the key,” I say simply.

“And why should I?” Joker muses.

“Because I'll kill you both if you don't. Give me the key and let me go deal with Arthur Curry.”

“You touch my puddin' n' I'll whack you good,” Harley warns me.

“If I get what I want, I'll leave you two alone. I've already taken out Diana, you know I'm not bluffing.”

“Tempting,” Joker sits forward. “But Supes does not like being betrayed.”

“And you're afraid of him? Surely you're clever enough to think of an excuse why I got the key or has everything I've ever heard about you been a lie?”

“Goin' after his ego, huh?” Harley rolls her eyes. “Psychology 101. Won't work on him.”

“I don't care if it does or not. He can either give me the key and weasel his way out of being hurt by Superman or I can kill you both. You think that home movie frightened me? It just made me mad. You miscalculated.”

“It wasn't intended to frighten you,” Joker laughs. “Harley and I had a bet, y'see? I thought a fine upstanding mother like yourself would stop at nothing to get your son back, even if it meant murder. Harley thought you were a scared little girl pretending to be brave because you thought it was what you were supposed to do. I think I won this particular bet. You're not afraid, are you? Not any more at least. Oh no, you're pissed.”

“Stop monologuing and give me the key,” I say directly. “You want some psychology? You like watching the world burn? I'm going to kill everyone who gets in my way and that includes Superman. I will find a way and you can laugh that a pathetic human was the one to do that, that she let you live to see it.”

“But if you kill all my rivals, how will I ever have fun?” Joker shrugs.

“Because now you have a new one. You have me.”

He bursts out in hysterical peals of laughter and Harley follows suit, doubling over until she has to hit the ground on her knees to keep her balance.

“YOU?!” Joker gets out. “You're going to be my new rival?! AHA!”

He laughs so much I see the shine of tears on his face. I don't care that I'm being mocked. It's all part of a risky gamble I'm taking anyway, to see if I can amuse him enough into making a chaotic choice to help me.

“That's a good one!” Harley's screaming with giggles on the floor. “A talentless ordinary nobody! You ain't even got cool gadgets!”

“Diana said I wasn't ordinary. My blood was tainted with something unnatural,” I address her and the Joker shuts up immediately.

“Oh really?” he looks a lot more interested now. “Y'know, just for the sheer laughter value of you, my dear, you can have this.”

He tugs the key off of his neck and throws it to me. I catch it, retying it around my own.

“Pleasure doing business with you,” I give a brief nod.

“If you don't start becoming my rival after this, I'll hunt you down and strangle you myself,” he grins. “Providing you survive of course.”

“You're just givin' her the key?!” Harley bolts up to her feet.

“We may have a semi meta-human here,” he lazily gestures to me. “Now wouldn't that be interesting to torment some more? I'd really like to dig down into that brain a' yours and find out your darkest fears and your darkest humour.”

“Maybe you'll find out someday,” I smile.

It's been an age since I used any kind of seductive technique on another person and I'm rusty as hell at it but the Joker responds well. That also means that Harley responds very poorly.

“Exit's that way, you no good floozy,” she points to a door to the left. “Get the hell out. Y'aint playing tongues with Mr J like ya did Constantine.”

“Not interested,” I reply back acidly.

I keep them in my eyeline until I get outside; I still glance back at the house even when I'm walking back down to the sacred site. I don't trust them at all but Joker seems to be genuinely letting me go.

I lock their gate with Diana's key once I'm back through and I go to the central dais, sinking down onto it as my chest constricts and I find it difficult to breathe.

I'd kept it together well in there but now I wasn't directly in danger, the fears caught up with me and I was having a panic attack, tears streaming down my face and my cheeks burning with the effort of me trying to draw a lungful of air.

“Fairest maiden, do not fret, Etrigan's here and there is no threat,” Etrigan appears at the side of me, sitting down and looking ridiculous hunching over like this. “Now take a breath at the same time as I, slow down your pace, I know you can try. One, two and three we go, remember to keep it nice and slow.”

A demon was helping me through a panic attack. That's not a scenario I would've ever dreamed up, even a fever fuelled nightmare. I think the ludicrousness of it helped me to get control though, the knot in my diaphragm easing until the attack had passed.

“I was watching you in there and I have to admit, I have never seen someone best Joker with wit. Now I see you are injured and don't be alarmed, I'm going to heal the wound on your arm,” Etrigan gets some foul looking liquid in a bottle out from a pouch on his belt and pours it directly onto the bite wound.

It stings like hell and I try to yank my arm back but the demon's grip, although gentle, was very firm. I swore, I yelped and I wriggled against the jangling of my nerves but before my very eyes, the flesh was filling out, the skin growing back over the new meat and all that was left was a discoloured patch on my arm that was the only evidence that something had happened.

“Thank you,” I marvel at what I'd just seen.

“Save your thanks, it was the least I could do when Constantine has asked me to look after you,” he grins, boar tusks protruding more as he does so.

“Do you know where John is?”

“He's close by, oh don't you worry. He'll meet you on the road towards Arthur Curry. Though if something should derail his plan, shout for the demon Etrigan. I give to you the word of a knight, that I shall protect you should it come to a fight.”

“I appreciate it, Etrigan. You're very kind,” I pat his bulky arm and forest green patches appear on his cheeks. I think he's blushing.

“You should make haste, dear lady and get gone, patience is not a virtue of John's.”

“Goodbye,” I get up as he vanishes into thin air.

I walk to the gate, putting the Atlantis key in the lock but there's the sound of a cape fluttering and I spin to see Superman descending to the ground in front of me. I freeze up, expecting to get lasered any second.

“I didn't think you'd get this far,” he's oddly calm and that freaks me out more. “Curious.”

“What do you want?” I'm backed up against the gate, bars pressing into my back. “To stop me?”

“No,” he walks forward until he's nearly chest to chest. “I was just intrigued about the woman who'd killed Diana and bargained with the Joker and seems to have proclaimed a murderous appetite to kill all of us involved with taking your boy.”

“Is it any wonder?” I hate how close he is, how small it makes me feel.

“You're not a natural hero. I'd wager you'd be the first to run from a fight or you'd avoid jumping in to help with one but there's a quiet strength in you that's admirable. I wonder if that's a quality your husband was drawn to.”

“Don't you dare talk about him!” I forget who I'm speaking to for a brief moment.

“Your husband? Why?” he tips his head to the side a little. “You're over it, aren't you? Why else would you kiss Constantine?”

“That's not...I'm not...that's just grief!” I stammer, unsure how the hell everyone seems to know what happened before I went to the Joker's compound. “And the fact I might die soon! Doesn't mean I'm over my husband, you unfeeling shithead!”

Superman bangs on the gate so hard next to my head that the railings buckle around his fist. He leans in to speak next to my ear, breath tickling with every word, “Watch your mouth. You amuse me, you entertain me but I have my limits. Do you understand me? I know loss and I know grief but I never threw myself at the next girl who came along after Lois.”

“John and I already know each other, already have a history. Don't you try and shame me for how I'm dealing with my own feelings, Kal-El.”

“You remembered my name,” I can feel his smile against my skin. “And I suppose that's fair. Humans are more impulsive when it comes to morbidity. The primal senses come out in the face of death: the urge to fight, the urge to feed, the urge to fuck.”

I never would've expected to hear Superman use the word 'fuck' but here we were. It somehow made it even more perverse to listen to.

“So what now?” I'm trying not to shake against him, feeling the raw power rolling off of him in waves.

“Two things. First, you're going to call me Clark. That's a special name between the two of us, my human name. Say it for me.”

“Clark,” I repeat and he lets out a contented hum that's so close to my ear.

“Very good,” he praises. “Second, I'm going to offer you a way out of this. I will fly you back home myself if you'll give up now. Nobody will think any less of you for it. Diana was at a disadvantage with the Helios Curse but Arthur and Bruce as very formidable and you likely won't make it past them to find your boy. He'll be well cared for, you know.”

“If you're not intending on harming him then why can't you let me be with him? Take me as well,” I turn my head to look at him directly but he won't move from his position.

“Because he'll try to defend you at some point from me and things will get complicated. Take my offer or take your chances.”

“No. I'm not walking away,” I don't have much conviction in my voice, the tone quaking a little but he accepts it, sighing before pulling back.

“That's really your final decision?”

“Final decision, Clark,” the use of his other name lends a glimmer to his eyes that I could be mistaking as want.

“A shame,” he tuts. “But I'll leave you with some information that may change how you see your magical chainsmoking saviour. Ask him about the time he impersonated your husband.”

“Wait, what?!” my eyes widen but he's already started walking backwards and shoots into the air, just as something fires from behind me at the rippling black cape.

“Lass! Are you okay?!” John's on the other side of the gate, scanning the sky for Superman. “I'm sorry, I didn't think he'd find you so quickly.”

He wrenches the twisted gate open and pulls me over the barrier line into Arthur's territory and into his arms.

“I've got you now,” he says softly, squeezing my hand.

I look into those worried dark eyes of his but doubt was already creeping in. Did Superman's words have any merit or was he just trying to cause discord between us?

“What's wrong?” he catches my slightly off mood.

Could I really ask this question? But if I didn't I would always wonder what Superman had meant. Impersonating my husband...

What had John done?

Reacting to their future kids

Request: bakugou hawks and todoroki meeting their kids from the future pleeeasee :33

A/n: There it is! Let me know your thoughts or if you wanted something else feel free to request again!

.:✩ Bakugou✩:.

He’s dumbfounded.

He’s genuinely confused because he thought he’d never have kids?

He always pictured himself as the Greatest Hero, and for that, sacrifices needed to be done, like leaving behind his desire to have a family.

This doesn’t really stop him from getting to know his daughter, who unsurprisingly got his awful personality.

Physically, the only things that made it obvious to him that the twelve years old girl was his daughter were her burning red eyes, explosion quirk, and spiky hair (but it was h/c).

Despite being her future daughter, he calls her ‘little shit’, but he’s ready to beat the crap out of anyone who dares to look at her maliciously.

Man, did this over-protectiveness surprise him.

He’s like, ‘the fuck?’, but gets over it pretty soon, deciding that spending time with her and getting to know his future family was far more important.

Katsuki treats her to some shopping, ice cream, and whilst chatting, he learns that sadly, she has a crush on Deku’s kid.

He’s gonna annihilate him.

No one touches his baby girl, especially the spawn of fucking Deku.

Anyways

He tries to figure out who her mother might be, and the color of her hair leads him thinking about you.

He can’t suppress the redness that crawls on his cheeks, intensifying by seconds as he imagines you pregnant, carrying his child.

His daughter seems to pick it up, and with a smirk and wiggling brows, she asks “Thinking about mom again?”

Katsuki chokes on his spit, not expecting the little shit to say something like that so suddenly.

“Fuck no! What the fuck makes you think that?”

She shrugs. “Your face always turns that color when you look at her, or when you think about nasty things.”

Katsuki is dying of embarrassment, but still, he wants to be sure that you’re the one marrying him and not someone else.

So, he swallows his pride, and in a pitiful attempt to hide his burning red cheeks, he turns around, voice soft as he asks about her mother’s name.

“Bakugou Y/n”

Cue, Bakugou drags you around, forcing you to spend time with him and the little girl, not really telling you who exactly she was.

He watches you interact with your daughter, constantly getting lost into the sight whenever there’s some motherly instincts snapping inside of you, like wiping away some food from her chin, or blowing on her scratched knee, talking to her with a babying voice, etc…

After the kid is back to his time, Bakugou noticed how her personality took 190 degree after he brought you, acting as if she was the sweetest angel alive while when alone with him, she gave him a hellish life.

He realizes that a week after she’s already gone.

“That little shit…”

“Huh?”

“Nothing. Say… you free this Saturday night?”

“Yes, why?”

“Good. I’ll pick you up at eight o’clock. Make me wait and I’ll blast you in the outer space.”

.:✩ Hawks ✩:.

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Pairing: Niragi x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst/ Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 9k

Summary: In a game of cat-and-mouse, you were the mouse and he was the cat. What happens when the mouse is finally caught?

Warnings: sexual harassment, public fondling, anal licking, anal fingering, oral (male and female receiving), spanking, multiple positions, dirty talk, spit fetish, cum eating/fetish, bdsm themes, submission, unprotected sex, and cream pie, 

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You can’t stop. If you stop, you’re dead. You’re sure of that much at least. The carnival music played throughout the grounds, but remained loudest around the carousel. You decided to stick to the brightest areas in case something came running at you. In this case, something is running after you. You could feel the tiger even if you could not see or hear it. It’d spotted you by the carousel and you’ve been running ever since. You zigzagged through game and food stalls, hoping you might lose it in the lights and confusion, but it still chased you. You jumped over railings and ran underneath rides. You had to lose the damn thing eventually. You didn’t know how much longer you could run. Your feet already burned in every step; you can feel your legs starting to slow down from the aching pains in your muscles. But your adrenaline kept you going. You moved in autopilot as you searched for an escape. You reached the tilt-o-whirl ride and navigated the spinning floors, occasionally slipping or being grazed by a seat. You managed to grab onto one of them, place your feet on the edge and climb inside. You hid in the crook of the seat, but kept your head close to the edge. You used to hate fair rides. Yet, here you were. 

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Warnings: warnings to be added as we progress but this series may contain non-consent, violence, death, and other triggers.

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You attend king Loki’s coronation but the night ends precariously.

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summary: smut, heavy comfort, FLUFF, when divorced dad/pro hero bakugou’s aquarium trip is ruined by intrusive fans, you offer to let them come back after hours so his daughter can see the belugas. 

a/n: daddy and daddy kink(I couldn’t help myself), bakugou’s daughter is an adorable menace, single dad bakugou has basically no idea how to flirt, reader is insecure a touch, TW for the song baby beluga, reader wasn’t close with her father, Bakugou is in his early thirties, reader in mid twenties. Bakugou’s still kinda mean in bed. Oldest sibling!reader so she got the mom instinct, and unpainted nails because of the touch tank at her job. also tw: for embarassing but i worked really hard on this so if you liked it pls interact.

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Bakugou silences his phone in his pocket, trying to ignore it’s incessant buzzing. He only had this evening with his daughter before he’d have to bring her back to his ex, the last thing he wanted to do was answer some bullshit questions from his agent. It doesn’t help that everyone at the aquarium is staring, people taking the occasional not-so-subtle photograph. His daughter runs ahead of him, and he catches up in a few strides. 

“Sana,” He calls, “C’mere, sweetheart,” He takes her tiny hand in his, swallowing it completely as she turns to look at him, oblivious to the eyes on the two of them, but jumping at the soft camera clicks. 

“Dad,” She gasps, “Look at the BELUGAS!” She giggles with delight when one swims past and his heart swells painfully, watching the joy spark in her face then travel through her body as she does a little dance. She turns to him, “Did you SEE that?” He nods. “Where do they LIVE?” She screams the last word, attracting even more attention. Someone comes up behind him, nervously holding a notebook. 

“Um,” the young woman smiles at him, “Could you sign this for me, Dynamight?” He grunts, scribbling something on her paper. It’s like a dam breaks in the room, and suddenly there are three, five, ten, more people crowding him and Sana, and his first instinct is to tell them all to go to hell, but he remembers the clips of him losing his shit that they played at the custody hearing, and so instead he takes a deep breath and nods, acquiescing. Sana clings to his leg for a moment. 

“What do they want daddy,” She whines, and a few of them have the grace to look chagrined, “I wanna show you the whales!” 

“One second sweetheart,” He growls, forcing himself to keep his face neutral as these fucking extras shove pieces of paper into his hands. They move in closer, until his broad shoulders are flush against the cool glass, and he doesn’t immediately notice the lack of the tugging on his pants, the silence where usually a barrage of questions would be, but after about sixty seconds he looks down, and Sana is gone. All neutrality melts from his face, he whirls around, looking desperately. “Fuck off,” He snaps, jogging away from the people moving down the hallway. “Sana,” He calls, running down the tunnel where Manta rays float above your head, and past bright tropical fish, his heart pounds, could it have been a villain, how could he have let his fucking guard down like that-

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