if the sun disappears

❄ ❄ ENVY ❄ ❄
Headcanon: Chat remembers how Christmas used to be with his family before his mother disappeared. (He’s a precious sun child ik ik, but i live for angst </333) 

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― The Way He Looks (2014)
LeoI’m never going to leave you! Imagine an eclipse. The Earth is in front of the sun, and the moon disappears from the sky, but it’s still there. At some point, the Earth moves and we can see the moon again. Just like us!

Remember those lazy afternoons when we’d just sit around and watch the sun set? We’d sit there for hours, until the red disappeared from the sky. Sometimes, you’d fall asleep, but it was okay, I never minded the silence.

That might sound boring, but the boring days are the days I remember the most.

Sad and Tragic Stories- Damian Wayne/Robin X Reader

You watched as the light faded away, casting a faint orange glow to the city you call home. Usually you would be finishing homework or reading a book, but you felt like watching the sun sink into the horizon. You snuggled closer into your knitted blanket and watched the sun finally disappear. One by one, the lights on the streets and the rooms in the buildings glimmered with pale lighting. You hated that the light pollution in Gotham prevented you from seeing the stars, and often pondered on booking a flight to the Atacama Desert in Chile to stargaze for hours. Even Dami- You shook your head. Of course you had to think about him, you scolded yourself. You sighed and returned your attention to the illuminated city. Why did he have to do it? You had no idea why, but a little voice in the back of your mind always says that it’s your fault. You knew you did nothing wrong, but what caused him to abandon you when you needed him the most? Your mother is in the hospital, your siblings are on the other side of the country with your father, and now you lost the love of your life. You felt warm tears fall down your cheeks and immediately wiped them off. You thought about the scene in The Outsiders and thought about its relatability. Nothing Gold Can Stay held an immense truth to you and there was nothing you could do about it. The doctors said that your mother only had a few months to live due to her wounds from the mugging and gave you many looks of pity and reassurance. You didn’t need anything from them, you needed your mom back, you needed your family back together, and you needed him. A faint knock from your apartment door interrupted your thoughts and echoed throughout your dark apartment. You stood up and abandoned the blanket at the window. When you reached the door you looked through the peep hole in the door and saw your elderly neighbor, Mary, holding what looked like her famous double chocolate chip cookies. You slightly smiled at her kindness and opened the door.

“Hi Mary. How’s the mint plant I gave you?” you asked.

Your smile faded when you saw blood dripping down her head.

“Mary, are you alright? You’re bleeding! Let me go get my medical supplies,” you stammered.

You were about to get the medical supplies but Mary collapsed onto the carpeted floor. You immediately rushed to her and tried to find the wound. There was bruising on the back of her head and a huge cut to go with it. Cackles could be heard to your left and caused shivers to travel up your spine. When you gained the courage to look up, the psychotic clown himself was munching on a cookie and staring at you with bloodshot eyes. You stood up and ran into your apartment, desperately searching for your phone. As you were running through your apartment, two gunshots taunted your ears. You collapsed and screamed. Excruciating pain erupted in your chest and abdomen. Tears clouded your vision and streamed down your face.

“Awwww. Don’t cry, girlie. Your neighbor over there is only knocked out and you are invited to my party!! There will be balloons, candy, cake, and a few other people I invited!! It’s gonna be a blast!!”

You screamed when he grabbed your wrist and dragged you across your carpet. He dragged you through the hall and into the elevator. You felt disoriented and nauseated, and the pain was becoming too unbearable. You felt your blood oozing out of your wounds and attempted to cover your free hand on the bullet wound in your chest, but your hand was too heavy. Everything was gaining a darker tone and soon you were too tired to keep your eyes open.

“Don’t worry, girlie! I’ll make sure Harley will fix you up for the party!”

——————-

You woke up on a table with leather straps wrapped around your torso and legs. The rough material dug into your skin, obviously bruising it the longer you remain trapped. Humming could be heard and music could be faintly heard off in the distance.

“Oh goodie ya awake!” a female voice squealed.

You moved your head to the right to see Harley Quinn in her usual red and black outfit with a matching psychotic smile on her face.

“Mistah J was wonderin’ when ya were gonna wake up. I’ll go tell him!!”

She happily bounced out of the room and slammed the metal door shut, leaving you alone in, what looked like to you, a torture chamber. Where do they get the frickin money for this?? You squirmed in the restraints until you got your right arm free. You felt around your torso for the bullet wound and came in contact with stitches. You frowned and put your hand near the bullet wound on your abdomen, which were also stitched. You heard footsteps coming from the opposite side of the door and fearfully slipped your hand back under the leather strap. The door bursts open and cackles flooded into the room.

“I hope you had a good nap, because the party is about to start!!” Joker exclaimed excitedly.

“I’ll get her chair, Puddin’!” Harley said while walking toward a decayed wooden door.

She pulled out a very colorful wheelchair that had matching leather straps with the table. While she was pulling out the wheelchair, Joker picked up a syringe from the metal table and plunged it into your neck. Your shout of pain was muted by his gloved hand. He pulled the syringe out and removed his hand.

“Just to make sure you don’t leave the party early.”

He then started to unbuckle the straps and drag your limp body onto the wheelchair. Harley fastened the straps on your arms, torso, and legs and started wheeling you through the dark hallway. Any attempt at moving a single centimeter went to waste and you were soon pushed into a room with faded bright colors and a massive broken window. She placed you in the empty spot in between black and yellow chairs and left you to join Joker across the room.

“You might be wondering why I brought you here! Well, I guess it all started when I saw a little bird frequently visit your window. You know what I thought? ‘Hey! The boy blunder either is a peeping tom, or cares about this girl!’ Your neighbor’s cookies were fantastic by the way,” he commented, “and now we’re waiting for my other party guests to arrive! But first, I wanted to give you a present for coming to my party!”

Harley handed him a small case and let a huge smile grow on her face. He opened the hatch and pulled out another syringe, but this time the liquid was green. Your eyes widened and your breathing rapidly increased. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and almost exploded when he was only inches away from your bruised neck. You felt the needle pierce your neck and soon its contents went into your bloodstream. Tears shed down your face and soon met the floor. He yanked out the needle and threw it onto the ground, the sound of glass breaking echoing throughout the room. He looked up to the ceiling and smiled.

“Hello, Batsy!! A little birdie showed me this wonderful flower!! Well, now she’s wilted, but that’s not the point,” he laughed.

“Let her go, Joker,” Batman’s deep voice demanded.

Joker tutted, “You always have a poor choice of words.”

He kicked your wheelchair towards the broken window and watched you drop. You couldn’t even let out a scream. You always thought that you were going to die happy, maybe have a few kids and a loving husband watching over you. You guessed the universe decided that was too kind.

“(Y/N)!” a familiar voice called out.

You felt the back of the wheelchair being grasped and you were suspended only a few yards away from the ground. You were slowly lowered to the ground and Robin quickly ran to your side to unfasten the straps. Once they were removed, he pulled you out of the chair and held you closely. After a couple of seconds, he readjusted you so he was carrying you bridal style. Just as he thought you were safe, you started laughing uncontrollably. His eyes widened and he ran as fast as he could to the Batmobile.

“Father! Please tell me you’re finished with the Joker, (Y/N) was injected with a newer version of Joker’s toxin.”

“I’m coming,” his father responded.

He looked back to you and hoped that it wasn’t too late to save you. Your face was stuck in a smile and tears were falling down your dirt covered face. Your face was getting paler and paler by the second and your body was seizing. He urged himself to go faster and finally met his father at the Batmobile. He handed your shaking body to his father and watched his father inject you with the antidote. You stopped laughing in a few minutes and faded out of consciousness.

“This will help, but not permanently. If this is a new toxin, then we need to have the proper antidote for her to recover.”

Damian nodded and glanced at you once again. This was the reason why he broke off your relationship: to make sure you were never involved and harmed. He had failed and you received the penalty. Bruce placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, hoping to provide him some comfort. Damian removed his father’s hand from his shoulder and made his way towards the passenger seat of the Batmobile. Bruce sighed and looked back at your unconscious form. He secured you into the gurney and walked to the driver’s seat. This was going to be a long night.

———–

Once Bruce had taken your blood sample to made the antidote to the new toxin, Damian never left your side. Dick and Tim often came down to give Damian food and offer to watch you while he slept, but always refused to sleep. When Tim failed to persuade him, he left the room to help Bruce out with the antidote. After thirty minutes of arguing, Damian promised to sleep when it turned 9:00. That gave him ten more minutes to watch over your lifeless form and hope for the best.

“I know you’re the last person you would want to see right now,” Damian said, “but I never wished to hurt you, or put you into harm’s way. The reason why I ended our relationship was to protect you. Everyone I care about has been harmed in this type of life and now you have been too.”

Damian swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing.

“I have heard from many of my family’s experiences of either losing or having their loved ones harmed. I couldn’t imagine seeing you dead or harmed, so I did what I thought was best. I have read many tragedies, and I had to remind myself that they could become reality. They are sad and tragic stories, just like ours. I tried to prevent it, I have done everything I could to protect you, but it wasn’t enough. The reason why the Joker found you was because of me. I watched over you ever since I broke your heart, my cowardice led me to believe that you wouldn’t be safe, but I was the true reason why you were put in harm’s way. I am sorry for causing you this much pain. I wish that we didn’t live in this cruel and unjust world, but fate was not on our side. I hope that it will be on our side now.”

Damian grasped your hand and laid his head on the cot, finally letting sleep pull him into unconsciousness. Dick soon entered the room to tell Damian it was time, but was surprised to see him fast asleep with his hand holding yours. He slowly closed the door and walked toward the Bat Computer.

“Damian is asleep,” he told Bruce.

“Good,” he replied, “he needs his rest, especially after tonight.”

“He really loves her, doesn’t he?”

“More than you with your cereal.”

“That’s debatable.”

Better Luck Next Time

Request: Can I request an imagine where you live in neverland and there are other lost girls who love pan so one day you all play spin the bottle and you always get to kiss pan making the others jealous

A/N: OOC Pan, playful fluffy(?)

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The sun was setting upon the horizon, its light disappearing from the island. The rays that lightly kissed the sea around us was soon gone, leaving us waiting for its next arrival in the morning.

We had finished the day’s chores early, leaving us with a large celebration and a huge chunk of time before it. I was surely not the first Lost Girl to be taken into Pan’s tribe of Lost Boys. Over time, we lost and gained members, but now we were about even.

Pan always feared the girls of being clever enough to disband from the group and create their own, so he made sure to treat everyone equally. He made sure not give anyone any special treatment–unless you were his right-hand man and your name was Felix, of course.

There was not a single girl on the island that did not resist Pan’s looks and clever wit. His cold and controlling nature seemed to draw girls in, including the mermaids that occasionally appeared on the island. Every girl wanted a turn with him–they wanted a chance to change him.

The few boys that felt that same way for Pan were no different, either. I felt like it was wrong to try and change him, but I thought it would be best if his true nature was embraced and accepted. Pan took notice of my different approach to him in comparison to the other girls, so yes, we have grown closer. I guess he’s intrigued by me.

Nonetheless, I’ve made little to no attempts to approach him. In contrast to his competitive, mind-controlling form, I was not one for competition. I didn’t participate in games that much. Luckily for me, he let me off the hook.

I was warming myself by the campfire that I set up for the rest of the camp to use when I heard my name being called by one of the Lost Girls.

“Y/N! Come play with us!” they shouted from across the camp.

“You know I don’t like games.” I shouted back. They knew better than that, so what king of game could they be playing to invite me?

“Don’t worry, it’s just spin-the-bottle. A few of the Lost Boys and Girls are playing. Will you come join us?” I’ve played the game only a few times, and I was about to roll my eyes and decline the invitation when I felt an eerie presence approach by my side.

“Yes, will you be joining us tonight?” I was met with emerald orbs. I jumped in surprise, still not used to being startled so easily by him. Pan raised his left brow and had a large smirk planed on his face.

“I guess so, if you would like.” I shrug my shoulders and he held his hand out for me to take. I felt my cheeks flush from this public display of affection. He let my hand go as we approached the circle and took a seat in between the Lost Boys directly in front of me.

During the first few rounds, I tried to do everything I could to make the bottle miss me, such as discreetly blowing on it to keep moving. Sadly, the attempts proved futile. It seemed that the girls were trying to make the bottle land on Pan, but it wasn’t working. I noticed that he’d have his hand up every time it’d spin. He was cheating completely to make it miss!

One of the girls got bored quickly and stopped the bottle mid-spin. Everyone groaned and turned to look at her.

“We might as well be playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. Why don’t we add a twist to this game of chance?” Intrigued, everyone nodded in agreement and allowed her to move forward with her idea. “Well, what if every time the bottle hits someone, the spinner has to ask them a question pertaining towards to spinner personally. If they get it right, they have to kiss them. If wrong, the person can’t spin.”

“But we don’t really know each other that well.” I commented.

“It tests how much we know about one another.” The girl explained. We all agreed on it, and so it began with her spinning. It almost hit Pan but it missed once more. I could definitely tell that Pan was manipulating the bottle so it wouldn’t hit him. A few rounds later, the bottle managed to hit me. Felix was the one who had spun it.

“So, Y/N, how did I get the scar on my face?” Felix smirked. I made it seem like I didn’t know the answer, when in reality I knew it very well. I overheard him talking about it with Pan one day.

“Hades, of course. His army or something.” I shrugged my shoulders in response, making it seem like it was no big deal. Felix laughed in response.

“Well, you’re right. However you found that out, I will never know.” He leaned over to kiss my cheek. The rules never clarified what kind of kiss it had to be, so we used it to our advantage. I leaned over to spin the bottle. I narrowed my eyes at Pan’s hand, which was still manipulating the bottle. The bottle soon came to a stop at none other than the daemon himself. This erupted a series of gasps from the Lost Girls around me, and a few cheers from the Lost Boys. Pan and I shared a glance before speaking.

“I don’t even have a question yet everyone, calm down. Hm.” I pondered about what I should ask when the perfect question popped into my head. “What was the first thing I did when I came onto the island?”

“Easy. You tried to threaten me with a stick.” Pan smiled at his victory. I stood up and made my way over to him where he pointed to his cheek. As I leaned in to plant a kiss on his cheek, he made a swift turn causing our lips to crash together. I pulled back in shock.

We went back and forth in the rounds that followed after. As he spun the bottle–obviously manipulating it to point towards me–the girls were growing jealous. They were so fed up with their emotions that they never noticed Pan manipulating the bottle. Better luck next time for them, I guess. Eventually, the game came to an end when dinner was announced. Almost immediately, everyone stood up to leave for dinner except for Pan and I.

“Cheaters never win, you know that, right?” I approached him and poked his chest.

“Pardon me?” He chuckled and held my hand to keep me at bay from poking his chest once more.

“I knew you were manipulating the bottle. You made it painfully obvious.” I stated and moved my hand back to my side.

“Only towards you. The others didn’t take any notice now, did they?” I was defeated. He was right.

“Fine. You’re right. Happy?” I bluntly responded.

“Not really. There’s just one little thing.” Pan expressed concern. What was he up to?

“What is it?” I returned the look of concern.

“There’s this itch on my lips that won’t go away and I–” I rolled my eyes and kissed him tenderly, cutting him off from what he was saying. His lips were soft and fit mine perfectly, almost too perfect. When I pulled away, he couldn’t help but look at me. In his eyes I saw something genuine, something real. It wasn’t long before whatever I had seen faded and we both walked to meet the others for dinner.

Whatever that was that I had seen I want to explore more of. Maybe I’ll have an even better luck next time.