Darkfic Installment 7
Prompt: Outcast (Darkfic 038)
“What do you think they’ll do, when they find out?”
Tim whimpers.
“Surely you don’t expect them to take you back.”
Tim’s breath hitches as large hands bend him in half, thrusts hitting deeper with the movement.
“A defiled little bird…”
Tim sobs.
“…Never to be accepted back into the nest.”
Title: Eternal Suffering
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Ra’s/Tim
Rating: T
Warnings: angst, mention of non-con, mention of abuse
Prompt: Eternal (Darkfic 039)
The glow of the Lazarus Pit reflects in Tim’s eyes, tainting them and making them glow an eerie blue-green. Tim stares at the pit for a long time, curled up near the brim, arms wrapped around his legs and holding them tight.
Sometimes Ra’s will just leave him here. Leave him with the prospect of eternal life.
Though Ra’s knows he’d never willingly choose it.
He shifts and the movement sends shocks of pain through him. He winces and breathes deeply, wondering if he was going to start leaking blood and cum again.
He wonders if he’ll ever get to wear actual clothes.
He wonders if the pain will ever stop.
Tim laughs sardonically.
It will only stop with death.
But so long as Ra’s likes him and has access to a Pit…
…He will never be free.
Title: The Prince and His Toy
Fandom: DCU AU
Pairing: Damien(Damian)/Tahir(Tim), implied ??(Jason XD)/Tahir(Tim)
Rating: PG
Warnings: angstish, slavery, possible implications of abuse/non-con
Prompt: Dance (Darkfic 040)
Tahir is so beautiful when he dances. So beautiful in the loose garments that flutter around him with each movement and the bells and fine chains that ring musically. Painted lips are parted for ease of breathing and blue eyes are half-hidden by powdered eyelids and long lashes. Tim’s silky hair sways with his steps, curling around his ears adorably.
Damien claps and the music stops. Tim ends his dance with the last few steps and ends up before the prince. He bows and slips onto his knees, eyes downcast.
The Arabian prince lifts Tim’s head with a finger under his chin, “Beautiful as always, Tahir.” He presses a quick kiss to pliant lips, then releases the smaller man’s jaw. “You may wait for me in my rooms.”
Tahir bows, and then stands, walking to the door.
No one sees the longing look the dancer-boy sends towards another man among the court.
So Tahir returns to his master’s room and takes a nap, dreaming about the handsome man with teal eyes, preparing himself mentally for when his master returns.
Title: Watcher in the Dark
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick/Tim
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: stalking, creepiness, extreme creepiness
Prompt: Fixation (Darkfic 041)
Tim is in shock.
Honest to God shock.
His hands shake as he shifts through the contents of the box.
So many photos. All of Tim.
Of him sleeping, on patrol, at school, with friends - those pictures had his friends crossed or scratched out - and more.
Videos of him.
Recordings of messages he left on Dick’s phone.
Old clothes Tim thought had just gone missing.
The Robin uniform he had worn when he saved Dick and Bruce.
The more he dug through it, the more perturbed Tim became. Sure, Tim had done his share of stalking, but he never did more than take pictures and cut out new clippings.
Never…
This.
Tim digs deeper and finds a rather worn and thick notebook. He hesitantly flips it open and is greeted with a picture of Kon...
And extensive notes on Tim’s interactions with him, his weaknesses, personal details, and methods of…
Tim’s eyes widen and he flips to a few more pages.
Cassie. Bart. Damian.
Hundreds of pages.
Tim looks at the first page of the notebook and in Dick’s wavy script, lie the words:
“Watch List: Remember, Timmy’s safety (and virginity ;D) are top priority! :D”
Tim slowly closes the notebook and sets it on top of the box. His hands slide into his lap and his breath wheezes for a few moments. He can’t stop his shaking.
There’s a soft sound and then another, followed by a click.
Tim gulps and slowly turns to look at the door.
Dick is standing in front of the closed door, his hand falling away from the knob to reveal it to be locked. He smiles brightly and steps forward, Tim flinching away from the movement.
“Hey there, Timmy. What’cha doing~?”
Title: Broken and Dirty
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: ??/Tim
Rating: R
Warnings: angst, implied non-con, bondage, possible implications of a gangbang. >__>
Prompt: Dirty (Darkfic 042)
Tim coughs and whimpers, pulling against his restraints. They’re gone for now, but he knows they’ll be back soon. If he is going to escape, he’s going to have to do it now.
He won’t last through another “session.”
His legs shake badly, but he manages to stand up, leaning heavily against the wall. He shudders at the feel of blood, cum, and other fluids, run down his body.
Somehow he manages to wriggle free of his restraints and he struggles to the door. He catches a flicker out of the corner of his eye and he turns his head.
It’s a mirror.
He sobs, because every inch of him is dirty.
And he knows.
He’ll never be clean again.
Title: Lost in the Glow
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Ra’s/Tim
Rating: PG
Warnings: um, Ra’s being creepy and kidnapping Tim. Implied non-con?
Prompt: Candle (Darkfic 043)
It’s dark.
The room is lit only with the glow of about 2 dozen candles, tall and red.
Tim blearily glances around, the scent of strange incense making him unable to really focus.
“Hello, Detective.”
He recognizes the voice. A bit more awareness comes to him and he looks at Ra’s, who standing at the side of the bed that he just noticed he’s lying on.
It’s very big and covered with silk and Egyptian cotton.
“I’m a bit surprised to see you awake already. I suppose I’ll have to adjust the dose of sedative.” Tim’s eyebrows furrow and he frowns. “Don’t look at me like that, Detective.” Ra’s sits, leaning over Tim’s prone form. “You should be thankful that I deem you worth. Many would kill to be in your place.”
Tim glowers and turns his head away, snubbing the man as much as he can in this state.
Ra’s leans down further and sighs against Tim’s neck, drawing a shiver from the boy. “It’s futile to resist, Timothy.” His hands start to wander, caressing bare skin.
“You will give in eventually.”
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“What do you think they’ll do, when they find out?”
Tim whimpers.
“Surely you don’t expect them to take you back.”
Tim’s breath hitches as large hands bend him in half, thrusts hitting deeper with the movement.
“A defiled little bird…”
Tim sobs.
“…Never to be accepted back into the nest.”
Title: Eternal Suffering
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Ra’s/Tim
Rating: T
Warnings: angst, mention of non-con, mention of abuse
Prompt: Eternal (Darkfic 039)
The glow of the Lazarus Pit reflects in Tim’s eyes, tainting them and making them glow an eerie blue-green. Tim stares at the pit for a long time, curled up near the brim, arms wrapped around his legs and holding them tight.
Sometimes Ra’s will just leave him here. Leave him with the prospect of eternal life.
Though Ra’s knows he’d never willingly choose it.
He shifts and the movement sends shocks of pain through him. He winces and breathes deeply, wondering if he was going to start leaking blood and cum again.
He wonders if he’ll ever get to wear actual clothes.
He wonders if the pain will ever stop.
Tim laughs sardonically.
It will only stop with death.
But so long as Ra’s likes him and has access to a Pit…
…He will never be free.
Title: The Prince and His Toy
Fandom: DCU AU
Pairing: Damien(Damian)/Tahir(Tim), implied ??(Jason XD)/Tahir(Tim)
Rating: PG
Warnings: angstish, slavery, possible implications of abuse/non-con
Prompt: Dance (Darkfic 040)
Tahir is so beautiful when he dances. So beautiful in the loose garments that flutter around him with each movement and the bells and fine chains that ring musically. Painted lips are parted for ease of breathing and blue eyes are half-hidden by powdered eyelids and long lashes. Tim’s silky hair sways with his steps, curling around his ears adorably.
Damien claps and the music stops. Tim ends his dance with the last few steps and ends up before the prince. He bows and slips onto his knees, eyes downcast.
The Arabian prince lifts Tim’s head with a finger under his chin, “Beautiful as always, Tahir.” He presses a quick kiss to pliant lips, then releases the smaller man’s jaw. “You may wait for me in my rooms.”
Tahir bows, and then stands, walking to the door.
No one sees the longing look the dancer-boy sends towards another man among the court.
So Tahir returns to his master’s room and takes a nap, dreaming about the handsome man with teal eyes, preparing himself mentally for when his master returns.
Title: Watcher in the Dark
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick/Tim
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: stalking, creepiness, extreme creepiness
Prompt: Fixation (Darkfic 041)
Tim is in shock.
Honest to God shock.
His hands shake as he shifts through the contents of the box.
So many photos. All of Tim.
Of him sleeping, on patrol, at school, with friends - those pictures had his friends crossed or scratched out - and more.
Videos of him.
Recordings of messages he left on Dick’s phone.
Old clothes Tim thought had just gone missing.
The Robin uniform he had worn when he saved Dick and Bruce.
The more he dug through it, the more perturbed Tim became. Sure, Tim had done his share of stalking, but he never did more than take pictures and cut out new clippings.
Never…
This.
Tim digs deeper and finds a rather worn and thick notebook. He hesitantly flips it open and is greeted with a picture of Kon...
And extensive notes on Tim’s interactions with him, his weaknesses, personal details, and methods of…
Tim’s eyes widen and he flips to a few more pages.
Cassie. Bart. Damian.
Hundreds of pages.
Tim looks at the first page of the notebook and in Dick’s wavy script, lie the words:
“Watch List: Remember, Timmy’s safety (and virginity ;D) are top priority! :D”
Tim slowly closes the notebook and sets it on top of the box. His hands slide into his lap and his breath wheezes for a few moments. He can’t stop his shaking.
There’s a soft sound and then another, followed by a click.
Tim gulps and slowly turns to look at the door.
Dick is standing in front of the closed door, his hand falling away from the knob to reveal it to be locked. He smiles brightly and steps forward, Tim flinching away from the movement.
“Hey there, Timmy. What’cha doing~?”
Title: Broken and Dirty
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: ??/Tim
Rating: R
Warnings: angst, implied non-con, bondage, possible implications of a gangbang. >__>
Prompt: Dirty (Darkfic 042)
Tim coughs and whimpers, pulling against his restraints. They’re gone for now, but he knows they’ll be back soon. If he is going to escape, he’s going to have to do it now.
He won’t last through another “session.”
His legs shake badly, but he manages to stand up, leaning heavily against the wall. He shudders at the feel of blood, cum, and other fluids, run down his body.
Somehow he manages to wriggle free of his restraints and he struggles to the door. He catches a flicker out of the corner of his eye and he turns his head.
It’s a mirror.
He sobs, because every inch of him is dirty.
And he knows.
He’ll never be clean again.
Title: Lost in the Glow
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Ra’s/Tim
Rating: PG
Warnings: um, Ra’s being creepy and kidnapping Tim. Implied non-con?
Prompt: Candle (Darkfic 043)
It’s dark.
The room is lit only with the glow of about 2 dozen candles, tall and red.
Tim blearily glances around, the scent of strange incense making him unable to really focus.
“Hello, Detective.”
He recognizes the voice. A bit more awareness comes to him and he looks at Ra’s, who standing at the side of the bed that he just noticed he’s lying on.
It’s very big and covered with silk and Egyptian cotton.
“I’m a bit surprised to see you awake already. I suppose I’ll have to adjust the dose of sedative.” Tim’s eyebrows furrow and he frowns. “Don’t look at me like that, Detective.” Ra’s sits, leaning over Tim’s prone form. “You should be thankful that I deem you worth. Many would kill to be in your place.”
Tim glowers and turns his head away, snubbing the man as much as he can in this state.
Ra’s leans down further and sighs against Tim’s neck, drawing a shiver from the boy. “It’s futile to resist, Timothy.” His hands start to wander, caressing bare skin.
“You will give in eventually.”
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