Mulciber: What Do We Hate? Avery And Rosier: The Mudbloods! Charity: I Am Mudblood Avery: No, You Were

i think itd be kinda cute if readers mom and bruce had to co parent lowk

like the batfam gets sad watching reader get so excited to go with their mom and so sad to come back to the manor lol

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So real

Readers love their mom's side of the family more than anything—all their aunts and uncles, some of whom aren't even related to their mom, but who really cares? They're not just friends; they're family. These are some of the people who helped raise them and care for them when their mom had to go abroad for modeling. But the best people to hang out with are their cousins, who are like brothers and sisters. They grew up on the same block with these kids, who were younger or older than them, playing Wii or Smash Bros., or just playing hand games and regular tag. These people are their siblings; they made them feel safe and at home; they made them feel special. They made them who they are today. Having a sleepover at their grandma's place, they were all in the living room giggling and laughing under blankets until their grandma came downstairs and told them to shut up, threatening a belt, which made them laugh even more. They might not have another sleepover for a few weeks.

But the reader hates having to go to the manor. You've just never been ignored this much before. Maybe when you were really little, you were too small for the big kids or too big for the babies, and you surely couldn't hang out with the adults, so you just hung off your grandma. But there's no grandma to help you through this; you're all alone in this big mansion filled with kids. You're all alone; they're older than you, smarter than you, stronger, faster—they're just better in every way, and you're just you. Not to mention that they already have ties tighter than a Boy Scout knot, so who are you to intrude on their fun? You never were invited to begin with, and when you were invited, it was out of pity. So you sit there as they talk over you, acting so playful with one another, while you're just there like a small crack in the wall, begging to be filled with something—love, attention, anything, really. So you leave the room to let them have their fun, and now, all of a sudden, you're selfish and rude. "Really, they were begging for us to hang out with them!"They're so spoiled!" They think you can't hear them, but you can. It pushes you to tears, and they're all older than you—not in age, but in the way they act. You're 17, so you act 17, but Tim, who’s the same age as you, acts like he’s 20. They're so mature, and they make you feel so childish. The reader hates, hates, and hates going to Wayne Manor because you're not a Wayne.

If

James=sun

Regulus=water

Lily= flower

is Jegulily= Photosynthesis ?

this fic has some banger fucking lines i almost couldn’t pick one

anyways read sssbmty it’s by @aachria and it’s fucking amazing

reblogs>>>likes

textless version under the cut!

Bingo

Made a Peter Pettigrew kinnie bingo !! Enjoy !!

They're so siblings coded lmao

Yes get her ass

Im dead lmao

The words 'yeah yeah yeah' and 'bro' have been forcefully injected into my vocabulary, and I don't even know where from. :|

Peter with Narcolepsy and Partyvan. Evan and Barty are so good at keeping track of his symptoms and when he's about to have an episode. A big symptom of his is his loss of muscle control. He'll be laughing and suddenly falling onto Barty who was usually more prepared to handle his entire body weight. It doesn't happen often enough for it to be an issue, but they're always on the look out for it.

Once he fell asleep on his broom thankfully he wasn't very high in the air when it happened, and he floated down like a leaf falling from a tree. Thankfully Evan was there when it happened and allowed Peter to use him as a pillow until his episode was over.

Another symptom he has occasionally is hallucinations before he falls asleep for the night, dreaming already and he'll imagine someone in the corner watching him. And Remus is the only marauder he trusts not to play a prank on him and ask if it's really there. And Remus is very gentle and patient in assuring that it's not there.

Anyway! Peter with narcolepsy.

honestly i love that. i have never consider it but i love all the same.

could see people who don't know about Peter's condition lazy and stuff and then there's Barty and Evan cursing them out because Peter's already having a hard time, he don't need this placed on top of him either.

I don't doubt that Barty and Evan will take turns walking around the castle with him just to make sure he's oaky. Peter finds it a little suffocating but they have good intentions, there have been way to many close calls for rosekiller to ever leave Peter alone for longer than necessary.

Remus taking extra notes and studying one on one with Peter because he doesn't want to fall behind on his classes (Remus way of making it up for all the full moon notes he gets)

WAIT because Barty would totally carry a sleeping wormtail to all his classes, (Peter was sent to the infirmary but he felt lonely and decided to hang out with one of his boyfriends for the day, Barty and Evan pass him around when they run into each other.)

Regulus and Arcturus look ridiculously similar. It's to the point that when Arcturus has passed and regulus's baby weight has shed, sometimes when Orion sees regulus out of the corner of his eye he flinches

PARTYVAN!! 🫶

they're all in the same economics class and are made to do a joint project with each other. evan sits there, waiting for the others to do everything. barty has already planned the whole project. peter uses chat gpt to pretend like he's actually working (barty removes all of his input anyway).

they all very much like this method of group work (barty getting exactly his way and getting to do everything himself and evan and peter not having to do anything but still getting credit) and become friends, hanging out after the project is finished.

barty and evan get together first, evan introducing him to his little tory society which barty joins and they begin secretly dating. peter ends up hooking up with barty, and barty doesn't tell evan that he cheated on him. peter then meets up with evan for drinks one day and tells him about his hookup with barty. evan then proceeds to hook up with peter as a payback. barty and evan keep cheating on each other with peter whilst peter has realised the two are secretly dating and loves the fact they're cheating on each other with him.

moarrr bot!evil mark x top!reader pls… bonus if he can’t control his powers during sex 🙂‍↕️

Lesson Learned

Pairing: Sinister!Mark Grayson x Male!Reader Summary: Mark forgets his own strength in the heat of the moment—but when you remind him who’s really in control, he never stands a chance.

Mark’s grip is tight—too tight.

You barely notice at first, too lost in the feeling of him beneath you, his body writhing, his voice already wrecked from everything you’ve been giving him. But then—

“Fuck—!”

You flinch, a sharp curse slipping past your lips as a sharp ache flares in your arms.

Mark’s eyes snap open, golden irises wide as he registers what just happened. His fingers had dug in—not on purpose, not in malice, but because he couldn’t control himself.

The evidence is clear: deep, dark bruises forming in the shape of his hands against your forearms.

“Shit—” Mark swallows, genuinely looking guilty for once, his lips parting as if to apologize. “I didn’t mean to—”

But he doesn’t get the chance.

Because the second he opens his mouth—

You slam forward, bringing your chest flush against his, shoving him deeper into the mattress.

Mark gasps, his words cut off, his breath stolen as you pick up the pace, driving him into a pleasure so intense his body twitches beneath you.

Your voice is low, dark, dangerously smug as you murmur right against his ear—

“My turn.”

Mark barely has a second to process before he loses it.

His fingers twitch, gripping at your back now instead, his moans turning into helpless, breathless noises as you absolutely ruin him.

And the bruises on your arms?

Yeah.

By the time you’re done with him, Mark will have his own to match.

What seems like hours- which it was, he was done. out of breath, his body littered with many of reader's love or hate bites.. Reader thought Mark had a enough, leaning back on his knees Mark's legs on either side of reader's form and watching him trembling with shaky moans.

Reader rubbing his thumb over Mark's trembling thigh over the sore bite marks, feeling it jumped in his hold with a satisfied sigh. He gently patted the thigh which was met with a sharp gasped saying with low tone.

"I'm gonna shower," a sound of a groan or a choked from the back of Mark's throat soon followed.

-

Steam lingers in the bathroom, curling around your skin as you stand in front of the mirror, fresh from the shower. Droplets of water slide down your arms, but what really catches your eye?

The deep, dark bruises on your forearms—the ones shaped perfectly like Mark’s hands.

You exhale through your nose, pressing a thumb against one of the marks, feeling the dull ache pulse beneath your skin. A sharp sting follows when you poke at it again, making your irritation spike just a little.

From your position, you have a clear view of the bedroom through the open door.

And Mark?

Mark looks like a crime scene.

He’s sprawled face-up on the bed, completely wrecked—his golden eyes barely cracked open, body covered in bruises, hickeys, and bite marks that range from hard, deep chomps to lighter love bites. His legs? Still trembling. His chest, shoulders, and neck? Marked beyond recognition.

Some of the bites are bleeding—not too much, just enough to serve as a very clear reminder of what happened.

Reader hates having any kind of marks on his body. always making sure his skin is clear, untouched, perfect.

And Mark knows this.

Which is exactly why you taught him a lesson.

Because next time?

Next time, he’ll think twice before bruising you.

Mark makes a low, dazed sound, shifting slightly, but his body is too spent to do much more than twitch.

You roll your shoulders, still prodding at your bruises with an annoyed sigh before turning back to the mirror.

At least one of you learned something tonight.

notes - hope this was up to your standards!! I been playing Minecraft for 3 hours with my bro.. god he sucked ass kept dying whenever I'm not there and gets all mad if he can't find me!! hehe I love my broisk