ladytie

[ladytie]

"jegulus gets in the way of jily" "jily gets in the way of jegulus" "moonwater gets in the way of wolfstar" "bartylus gets in the way of rosekiller" "prongsfoot gets in the way of wolfstar"

they're all dead fictional characters !!! read something else if you don't like it !!!

[ladytie]

theres a universe out there where Harry was raised by jegulus and pandalily... in this universe harry has a little sister. her name is luna. i need this universe like i need air.

there is a breeze in the countryside, its soft and cool and it pushes luna's strands of intense blonde behind her. she has a content smile on her lips, her head tilted up as she basks in the sun, a flower collecting nutrients. harry watches her, the way shes carefree and calm in this moment-

"lou?'' he ventures, his voice soft as to not startle her. she doesn't move, doesnt look to him, but the soft upwards lift to her lift and big breath in tells him that he's heard her. "yea, haz?" she asks in her oh-so special tone. it feels melodic and soft and like its deprived from all the good things in the world.

"do you think you're always my little sister?" people insist luna has always been odd, that she spoke in riddles with no answers, but harry knew better. he knew there was rhyme and reason to luna-- most would too, but they hate when shes right and shes always right.

"always, haz" she says it so certain, so matter-of-fact that harry immediately believes her. he wants to question her, to push for more answers that he knows she has. he couldn't imagine not having luna, her not being his little sister. his to protect and hers to scorn. and scorn she did.

most also thought luna was too precious and sweet for the world-- and while Harry agreed, he also knew the truth: luna would make tom riddle look like godric bloody gryffindor under the right circumstances. it seems to be a pattern of his, to collect sisters who could take over the entire wizarding world. one was more likely than the other, sure. but both equally capable.

"that's good, lou... really good" he was able to relax a bit, knowing that in even the toughest of universes, the night still had the moon and Harry still had Luna.

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maybe I'm just obsessed with dick grayson being a protective dad,, ok?!

(this has nothing to do with my peter!in gotham fic idea)

the weather was uncharacteristically warm in Bludhaven. it made dick's skin crawl, december wasn't meant to be anything other than blissfully biting. it was a time for scarves and gloves, soft red glows to nipped noses and all of the other little niceties of christmas that dick grayson loved. and yet, here he was, with nothing but a light sweater on and a pair of dark gray sweatpants.

distracted by the uneasy feeling deep in his bones, he hadn't noticed that he was being followed. or perhaps the person following him was just too good to get caught, but either way, it wasn't until he stood in front of the beaten and broken down gymnastics gym that dick had felt the presence of someone else.

the hair stood on the back of his neck, and yet, when he turned to see who could have snuck up on the formidable nightwing he found himself even more confused... because, well, behind him was just a tiny boy-- maybe six years old? dick wasn't known to get tongue tied, quite the opposite really. but when this boy standing behind him, looking like a mini buisness-man coughed and stuck out his hand to say "Hello, Mr. Nightwing, Sir. My name is Timothy Drake, a pleasure to make your aquaintence," he blanked, his mind short circuiting with four main points.

first of all: how fucking adorable.

second of all: did he just call me Nightwing?

third of all: where the hell are this kids parents?

and finally: did he just call me Nightwing?

dick stood long enough and silent enough to make the kid uncomfortable, and he could tell because his false bravado began to falter and he shifted on his tiny little legs and slowly pulled his hand away. wait.. wait...

"Sorry kid! I was just confused as to why you'd call me Nightwing," he laughed, trying to save face. he stuck his hand out and waited for Timothy to shake it, sighing a little when the boy wiped off the suspicous look from his face and reached again, their hands touching and dick felt his heart pull at the serious look of timothy's face.

"I called you Nightwing because you are Nightwing...?" Tim spoke slowly, as if Dick needed the extra time to understand. if the situation wasn't so dire, dick would have laughed. Dick closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in.

"why don't we head inside..." he said, his palms suddenly sweating as he pulled open the door to the beaten and broken building, which had been one of bruce's many apology attempts. because money and presents solved everything, huh?

anyways, dick allowed Tim to enter first. he watched as the boy was stiff and composed in a way he wasn't sure a child should be. it made a pit form in his stomach. he wasn't working with children yet, but once he started, he'd be a mandated reporter... wouldn't he?

"alright, timmy, why don't you tell me why you think I'm Nightwing?" he asked and Tim turned his head to the side, as if that was a ridiculous question.

"because you used to be robin, but I think you got too big. mother says big boys should grow out of the habits of little boys, and that's why I can't have a nanny anymore. so you probably growed out of robin and made up Nightwing. father says all the heroes of Gotham are maded up. so now youre nightwing and jason is robin" he explained like it was something everyone knew... and dick, well dick might have actually blue screened right then and there. he nodded slowly, clearly the kid knew who he and the rest of the bats were.

something in his bruce-defiled brain screamed: MINE.

"okay... wait, you said your mother said you don't need a nanny anymore... how? wait... where? hold on" he was having a hard time computing and decided to take a deep breath.

"how old are you?" he asked, "seven" tim huffed, "and where are your parents?" dick hesitated to ask, but did nontheless. tim did not hesitate to answer, "Georgia... the country, not the state" dick nodded. "and when you say you don't have a nanny, do you have anyone who..." cares? is watching you? loving you? he trailed off before he could ask.

tim shook his head, "mrs. Mac comes by twice a week and makes food for me to heat up and she cleans the house,"

twice... a... week

"and uh... can I ask why you came to find me, Timmy?" he was stiff as he asked this and not for the first time did he feel fear of the young boys answer. but Tim brightened at this question, truly. and the large smile warmed dick in a way he did not want to think about. because he was not going to kidnap this child. maybe. no. definitely. kinda.

"Oh!" Tim began, "to be your Robin!"

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Dick walks through the manor door holding some groceries and finds that Tim and Jason are watching something in the living room.

Jason: Dickie come see this I’m on TV!

Dick (setting down the grocery bags): What did you do this time?

Tim: Nothing, believe it or not. They made a buzz feed unsolved about Jason’s death.

Dick: Oh really, who do they think did it? Bruce? Alfred?

Jason: You Dick face.

Dick (laughing): Me? That’s a new one.

Tim: They have some pretty compelling evidence.

Jason: Yeah you disappeared from the public eye, shortly there after Bruce “replaced” you with a young orphan. Then you started showing up more until I mysteriously disappeared. Then you didn’t show up to the funeral.

Tim: They are saying you killed him in a jealous rage, then Bruce covered it up to protect yourself and his reputation.

Jason: I’m convinced.

Dick (sitting on the back of the couch stealing Tim’s popcorn): I am too. Maybe I am the killer.

Tim: See I believe the conspiracy that Jason just didn’t want to be in the limelight anymore so he faked his death.

Jason: What about the one where I was an actor the whole time, and they “killed me off” after Bruce no longer needed the PR.

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[ladytie]

went down a dick grayson is richard parker rabbit hole.....and well nat is a red head

she could feel the eyes on her before she saw him. feel him tracking her as she wandered the streets of gotham just as the day faded and that dubious air of the night took over. little spider was on the rooftop of their little apartment, their unit being at the very top, taking pictures with a camera she had recently managed to get him. money really wasn't an issue, take a little off the top of some billionaire and they wouldn't notice. never local and always cover your tracks to be safe, but even then, chances are they'd never even see the dent of the measly hundred or so thousand. pocket change, as tony would have called it. she was hesitant to push the two of them to the nicer areas of gotham and to get the more nicer things, because while the billionaires across the country wouldn't notice, the old money here in gotham would probably ask some more intense questions and she wasn't keen on drawing attention to peter or herself.

somewhere along the way natasha had moved into an alleyway, pushing herself deep into the shadows, luring and waiting. she didn't have to wait too long as she heard a soft landing from up above. nightwing, she thought. his landed far more graceful than the others.

"why are you following me, birdie?" she spoke from the shadows, watched as he tensed in surprise. she smirked.

"I wanna talk about the boy," and oh wasn't that the wrong thing to say? she stepped from the shadow, a dangerous look in her eye. she didn't give him a chance to find her before she had him by the collar and against the wall of some abandoned brick building.

"what about my boy?" she dropped the sultry tone, her voice crude and crass and raw.

"i know who he is" he whispered, and fuck if he didn't look so earnest and pleading she almost fell for it. "what are you talking about?" her hands tightened around the threads of his suit. his jaw ticked. oh so happy go lucky could be poked at, hm? and it seemed nat unwittingly did just that.

she hadn't expected the fight from him. his hands coming up quickly, pushing her and changing their position. she allowed herself to be pinned, hoping to lower the mans guard, make him underestimate her for information.

that was the thing about men, wasn't it? no matter how many times you show them who you are, they will always see you as who they think you should be?

"drop. the. act. I know Peter is my son," his voice was a growl and he slammed her back into the wall quite hard, but that hadn't been what stunned the black widow. it was his words.

son? he was peter's father? how was that possible? was he trying to take peter from her?

that snapped nat from her spiral. quick and unassuming, Nightwing felt the cold of a barrel against his stomach, nat pulling out a gun he had no idea was even on her persons.

"stay away from my son, nightwing. he's not yours. and if I see you around him... well... Im quite okay spilling blood to protect what's mine" the last of her words matched his growl, and despite him having her pinned, she seemed to have press further into him. the tension between the two thick and unrelenting. they were both breathing hard, adrenaline pumping. she isn't even quite sure how it happened, but one moment he was threatening her and the next Nightwing was kissing her.

it was the distraction she needed though, as she kissed him back. definitely not reveling in feeling of soft, raw lips. no she was using this moment to gain the upper hand. that's why the kiss lasted several seconds-- no other reason.

and after those several seconds, Natasha hand guided Nightwing back, his arms snaking more around her waist... until of course, nat was out of his grasp and somehow he was on his ass and she was hauling ass around the bend of the alley before he could think about following her.

she heard a slow clap behind her that she didn't turn around for. and she was also sure she heard laughter, and a teasing tone of "seriously bigwing? will you kiss any red head who can kick your ass?"

[ladytie]

family game night

"Don't you fucking dare!" His voice is low, dangerous. A growl more than anything. His hands are slammed down on the table, shaking its contents. No one moves, no one says anything. Instead, they look between the two men.

"Do it, Pete. You owe him, nothing" Nat hisses, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. It was raw, unfiltered. She caught Jason's sneer from across the table. What a strange situation they have found each other in.

"Let's just think about this," Bruce, ever the pragmatic, says. His hand rests on Jason's taut shoulders. "There is a way to make everyone happy," He says, trying to ease Jason down. It's all for nothing.

Peter leans in, looking at Jason. He feels the rest of them fade away. He only can hear Natasha next to him, his mind is working quick. He has a choice to make, one that wou--

"Batman has a no kill rule, kid. Not me," Dick tenses on the other side of Jason, and Tim lets out a smooth gasp that he passes off as a chuckle.

"Please, Hood. My kill count is triple yours" Natasha speaks in that way that Peter's heard so many times, when the point has been proven and those around her just need a mind numbing reminder. He once saw Thor back away from her with a worried-for-himself expression at her single eyebrow raised.

Unfortunately, the Bats of Gotham have not learned all that she is capable. They cannot access a database that would tell them Natasha Romanoff was the deadliest Avenger. And that the Avengers had no such rule of Killing. It was the last resort, yes. But always an option. Even for Cap.

Dick Grayson's eyes widen. "You-- Kill people?" he whispers, concerned and confused. Peter scoffs at this. They keep treating Natasha as some criminal, an outsider. They talk to him in soft tones, trying to get him away from the big bad Black Widow. They don't even know that, but something about her screams danger. Peter likes it. It makes him feel safe.

He did not know that Dick Grayson's surprise from the assumptions following a recent pedigree exposed. Peter's recent pedigree. The more he looks at Peter, the more he can see the resemblances. His eyes, her color. His hair color, her texture. Both of their acrobatic builds, his height.

Before Natasha can say anything else to incriminate her, Peter makes his decision. "I've got you," She assures him, its low and honest and it warms him. He doesn't remember having a mom, Aunt May was the closest he got. And she was great, amazing. But she would always be his aunt. He wonders if this is what a mothers security feels like. If it is, he's really going to miss it when they leave this strange place, when she goes back to her own life.

"Draw four," He plays the card and leans back into the chair he was in, a smirk on his lips. One mimicked by Natasha and she plays her card next, "Draw Four,"

"Fuck!" Jason roars.

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more bc I cant help myself

They dont talk about it.

Dying.

Each with their own experiences, with their own trauma and fears, they keep silent in their pain. In their Death. It's easier that way. So they don't talk about it. It isn't until she's up late, checking their security systems (several rigged weapons at the front door and each and every window) when she heard the soft sounds of gasping and tears. She didn't want to pry, to invade his little bit of privacy he had in the small apartment they called theirs. But there was something about hearing his pleas, the heart wrenching call to his aunt and Tony that forced her to enter the tiny room.

It was plain in there, a sea foam blue comforter being the only spot of color against the grey walls and black frame. He was thrashing around, from her stance at the door she could see the small beads of sweat trickling from his hairline and forehead. There was something so young about him in this state. She never forgot his age, never forgot that despite the world weighing on his shoulders, he was still a child. One who despite being surrounded by adults, was never truly protected.

And that wasn't a slight against his aunt May or Happy or even Tony. From what she understood, he didn't allow them to treat him as the child he was, inserting himself in situations beyond him and sometimes, being inserted there by those he revered and respected.

But now? Now he was hers to protect.

She was on her knees besides his bed, her fingers brushing through his damp hair. "Shh little spider, it's okay," her voice was soft, in a whisper usually reserved for Yelena. She had her eyes closed, pushing thoughts away from her little sister, the one she failed to protect. She would not fail Peter.

He leaned into her touch, savoring the warmth she thinks. A reminder of Life in their death. "I can still feel it," He whispers, and she looks up to see his eyes red rimmed and on her, "My spider sense... I could feel- It was like every atom was being shredded," his voice was hoarse, and she felt her throat go dry. She continued her ministrations in his hair, brushing softly.

"Im here, Little Spider, Im here" he scooted over in his bed, making room for her. And for the first time in this new strange universe, Natasha felt a bit at home when she joined him, coaxing him back to sleep, safe and secure. And she'd keep him that way. She swore it.

"Im here," She whispered against his head, humming a Russian lullaby.

[ladytie]

furthering the tim/jason >>>> sibling duo

Bruce quest fic idea where Tim manages to convince Jason that Bruce is alive and they go to find him together, but in a fucked up family road trip kind of way. I’m talking Jason “are we there yet” Todd and Tim “stop looking through my window” Drake, petty sibling arguments about the things that don’t matter (who has aux, who’s driving, etc.), sprinkled in moments of them learning more about each other, and the events of Red Robin happening with the both of them. Art theft? Jason thinks it’s hilarious. Widower attack? Tim actively bleeding out makes him realize he doesn’t actually want him dead anymore, most of his anger is directed towards Bruce now. Working with the LOA? Tim better have a fucking plan because Jason is two seconds away from killing Ra’s himself. Tim and Jason fuel each other’s questionable morals. When Tim blows up the League he does it without telling Jason and Jason has a whole “wtf” moment.

And the aftermath of everything when they manage to get Bruce back? The rest of the family notices how close they are now, and that their fighting is more like siblings shitting on each other than genuine anger, and start asking questions about what really happened while they were out of Gotham.

Idek, I think it could be a cool concept to explore

[ladytie]

i swear i’ll end up writing this fic but for now another snippet bc i CAN NOT get this out of my head….. batfam pov tho

the fight in the alley way was…unexpected. jason hadn’t thought the two newbies were rogues, but maybe he was wrong. it all happened so quickly that he wasn’t entirely sure he had the correct account of things. one moment, he had a gun to the head of the chick holding the bat back with a fierceness he was sure was personal, which was odd because he couldn’t place her anywhere— and the next moment the kids barreling into his side, grabbing the woman and they’re high tailing out of there. and somehow they did?

when bruce was released and jason regained his dignity, the two looked over to see cass and damien stuck the wall with a strange substance. damien’s scowl was almost worth losing the two to gothams night life. almost.

back at the cave, no one spoke. damien threw his things down in huff. he wouldn’t let anyone check him for injuries, not even alfred. and all cass would say was, “boy didn’t hurt us,” before she retreated for the night, no doubt going over the fight in her head to pinpoint where exactly she went wrong. the rest had joined them, gloating their much more successful nights.

“father.” damien said, holding his katana. “i cut the boy. perhaps you could use his blood to find him,” no one commented on the way damien’s tone had a shift to it. was he still angry he had lost the scrimmage? dick would sort him out later, probably. bruce gave the boy a rare dad smile that held shimmers of pride and sympathy.

it took nine seconds for the computer to come up with a partial hit, which was odd. if the boy had been the system at all then he should’ve come up himself. but they’d take what they’d get at this point.

all of them surrounded the screen and no one made a noise. not when dick’s face was plastered there with the words beneath it: paternal match.

did that make the woman his mother? who was she to dick? how did they get here? time travel? did luthor have something to do with this? could he be a clone? the questions stirred were monumental, and each as unanswered as the last.

“what the fuck” ah jason, the boy of literature could of course capture the perfect words for the moment. what the fuck, indeed.

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more of my nat & peter in gotham brainrot bc i can not elp it:

it took natasha romanoff three days to find suitable housing conditions for herself and boy spider. it took three hours for red hood to take note of the newest occupants of crime alley. and yes, while natasha would have preferred an area with less issues going on, it was cheap and no one asked questions. and well she alone can take care of herself and the kid, not to mention the kids own prowess.

she was walking down the street, a baseball hat covering her auburn hair and her hands in her trench coats pockets when she heard grunts and pleads. she wasn’t supposed to be doing the whole hero thing here, not yet at least. not until she had more information on where here was. but of course the kid had other plans, his sense pointing him in the direction of the obvious punching noises.

“pete!” she called after him, taking a slight jog before sprinting when she realized he wasn’t going to stop nor slow down.

when she rounded the corner she saw a man in what seemed to be a bat costume flung into a wall, and peter, the sweetheart he is, helping up a young woman dressed as a cat(?). she had heard of this bat from a few neighbors. he was some crime lord or something around town, because whenever someone had a bruised something they’d always end up cursing the bat for it. before she could go towards peter to help, a young thing, perhaps eleven years old ran to peter. clearly prepared for a fight?

“woah there!” peter said, easily evading the attacks with a sword. peter caught nat’s eyes and she could tell they were thinking the same thing. he must be a child soldier for this bat-thing. her head snapped to the man, she pulled her hat a little lower, trying to conceal some type of anonymity.

“robin,” the man’s voice was far too gruff and gargled to be real. it sounded like he was calling the young child off, but the feral thing wouldn’t or couldn’t stop. she remembers being in the red room, when they’d tell her to stop as a test. when she did, she’d be punished for showing mercy. and when she didn’t, she’d be punished for not obeying her betters.

something inside her burned.

she headed towards the man, there quicker than he had anticipated. clearly the man was trained, and clearly he hadn’t expected her to be. it took her thirteen seconds to learn his fighting style. to use it against him. and it seemed to have taken him fifteen to get used to hers.

one minute she was twirling around him, producing punches with quickness rather than strength, trying to tire him out. and then, she’d be planting her feet firmly on the ground, forcing him to use his strength to try to move her. when he finally landed a blow, a solid right hook to her left cheek she laughed. this was the most fun she had since coming to Gotham.

“misses widow!” she snapped her head to see the young boy had peter cornered, along with another girl dressed in spandex. she blinked a few times before sighing. peter would not hurt the clearly young children, not even if one was around his own age. not even to save his life. maybe hers, but he knew she had herself handled.

playtime was over.

a quick maneuver, one bucky had taught her, using the own man’s weight and weapons against him had him pinned to the wall of the dinghy alley way. “call your child soldiers off” she growled, threatening to break his arm.

“you. first.” he said back, his arm being twisted further and further and yet he made no sound of discomfort. “i don’t think you’re in the position to make demands,” she whispered near his ear, her breath hot against it.

then she heard the specific sound of a gun clicking to the back of her head.

“you sure about that, doll?”

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i keep seeing peter in gotham fics (i love them send me more pls) but i cannot stop thinking about if he & nat both got sent to gotham… just stick with me okay!!!

so it would start off with something like:

“a soul for a soul, the price to pay was steep and unrelenting. it was unfair and unforgiving, and yet without hesitation, natasha romanoff flung herself from the side of a cliff. this universe no longer needed the black widow to keep earths mightiest heroes humbled and steady. it squandered it’s soul away the same moment as she did, but perhaps— well maybe there was another place, another world and realm who could use a little soul. maybe, in a city of bats. a couple of spiders would be just what they needed.

because, well… plucking a soul from an infinity stone can’t be too hard. no. not for me. not for the watcher. and while the bats may need natasha romanoff, natasha romanoff needs peter parker. she needs something, someone to fight for and with. for she may have grounded the avengers, but they also grounded her. kept her on the straight and narrow, and peter parker could be just that for her once more. yes,”

the deep timber of a strikingly calm voice echoed in the recess of her mind, she could almost picture who was speaking to her. could almost see the god-like figure in a blue cloak with whitened eyes. and yet? no memory of the man when she had awoken, gasping for air, sucking it in and holding her breath as if it could be stolen from her at any moment, she had no idea how she was wherever the hell she was.

it had taken her approximately ten seconds to come to, catch her bearings and stand up. she was in a darkened alley way. it was dingy and she could hear sirens in the background, and a slight groan from behind her. quick to action she turned, her eyes widening in the slightest of perception when she caught sight of the little spider before her.

his hand was on his head running through his hair and rubbing a sore spot, his eyes still closed but he was clearly awake. she was besides him in a moment, squatting down to help him up. when he felt her hands on his arm, he looked at her, startled and unsure— but certain senses were calm.

“misses black widow ma’am… where are we?” he asked her, his voice was robbed of a certain innocence and the sound almost broke her heart. it was so unsure and confused she had to fight the urge to run her hand through his hair in a comforting way.

“i don’t know, kid” she huffed, helping him to his feet.

“but i’m sure as hell gonna find out,”

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the following ensues: nat & peter figuring out their in another dimension. nat seeing child soldier robin and immediately boxing batman assuming he’s a bad guy. peter making the joker cry by making fun of him the way spiderman does. nat stealing cass from batman. tim drake and peter parker friendship. dick grayson looking a lil too much like richard parker. natasha immediately being reverse-adopted by the batkids, as in they claim her as mom. “mom and dad are fighting again” one of them says when nat is yelling at bruce for something “ten buck says mom kicks his ass” “you’re on” “???she’s not ur mom. i’ve actually legally adopted you. betrayers” “you didn’t adopt me. so she can be my mother” “YOURE MY BIOLOGICAL SON” natasha immediately clocking batman is bruce wayne bc of brucie wayne

should i write this??? i feel like i should???? is there someone who would read this????