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Thor x Loki x Younger sister | Prank
Summary: Loki isn’t ready to accept that Iris is his sister but will one prank on Thor will change his thinking?
Work count: 2.1k
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It was surprising how fast Thor had come to accept his lost sister, Iris, the goddess of fire, but it wasn’t surprising how Loki thought every move his sister made was a trick against them. Odin had told them, how Iris, long stolen from them, was their younger sister, Loki believing it less and less as the days went by. Thor on the other hand was constantly looking for ways to spend more time with Iris, be it sitting in the kitchen for hours on end talking about how PopTarts were the best thing to ever happen to him, to sitting under the night sky, looking at the stars, her telling her brother how long she’d loved Steve, and how he didn’t love her back. But mostly it’d be about their mother and father, the life they’d lived without her and the life they could live with her if she chose to come to Asgard.
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It was a beautiful party, Iris thought to herself as she walked down the stairs into the main living room of the compound. It was almost every week that Stark found a way to invite everyone over for drinks, but the perks of Tony’s richness did treat her well so why would she complain. She made her way to the Avengers, crossing over some special agents from SHIELD. She had arrived in the middle of a conversation, she had noticed, as Loki, standing right across from her, stared into her soul.
“Oh hello Iris!” Thor greeted her, his body swaying off of the drunk-ness that overtook his mind. “You’re just in time,” he continued, “I was just telling everyone about the worst prank Loki has ever played on me.”
Loki smiled at him, announcing how every prank he’d ever played on Thor was worth talking about. Thor covered his mouth with his hand, hushed him, and then started on the story.
“There was one time when we were children,” his hand moving from Loki’s mouth to his shoulder, pulling him closer as he swung back and forth. “He transformed himself into a snake, and he knows that I love snakes.” Thor’s dialogue was speeding up by the second as was his grip on Loki’s shoulder, the force trying to sheer through his skin. “So I went to pick up the snake to admire it..”
Bruce was the most invested in the story, Iris following close behind him. She looped her arms into his and both of them were leaning into the circle, as if moving closer would show them details of the event that Thor wouldn’t announce to the rest of the group.
“And he transformed back into himself and was like ‘yeah, it’s me!’” Bruce and Iris’s mouth fell open as Thor did the worst possible impression of Loki.
“And he stabbed me. We were eight at the time.” Silence fell on everyone in the room, all eyes on Loki, trying to understand if Thor was only joking about the rather cold act. “I hate snakes now.” Thor announced to the room, hoping to comeback from what seemed to the group, a depressing story.
Loki’s face was serious as it could be, a small smile appearing on his lips, his shoulders broad with pride of being able to carry out such an elaborate prank. Iris simply looked at Loki with complete awe, her mind filled with all sorts of plans they could carry out together. She was a prankster as well, a good one too, not admitting to any allegations ever made once the prank was accomplished.
I get it from him, she thought as an extensive idea flooded her mind.
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It was very late into the night when Iris knocked on Stark’s door. He opened the door almost immediately, as if already on his toes, waiting for someone to come.
“Sweetheart, I’m not in the mood for sex right now.” He told Iris, holding the door open for her to come in.
“What? Ew, no. In your dreams.” She said, scrunching her face up in disgust.
“What ‘no’? Isn’t that why a fair maiden, much like yourself, comes to the room of a handsome man in the middle of the night?” He reasoned, his actions going against his words, as he walked away from her, pouring himself a drink.
“Okay first of all, not you acting like I would ever willingly sleep with you, and secondly, I need a favor.”
She was going to pull off a prank, a big one in her books, but she needed some equipment, and there was only one person in the compound who spoke machines.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. How’s the whole love angle going with Cap?” He questioned, his face full of genuine concern for her love life now.
She dodged his question immediately, counting her demands off of her fingers.
“So I need Jarvis, and I also need your image drone, the one that can project 3D images without the whole white screen thing.”
Stark let out a chuckle, noticing how the mention of Steve made her uncomfortable. And then it hit him, what she was actually asking for. He immediately shook his head announcing that the response was a hard no. But Iris could never back down before a fight, especially when it was against Stark. But this time he was a step ahead of her, already asking her what she would do in return of the equipment.
“Well clearly because you’re having lady troubles with Pepper, I can give you a counseling session on what you’re doing wrong.” Her offer was genuine, a slight smile accompanying the offer.
“I’m not having lady troubles with anyone.” He announced, looking away from her. He knew she was right but how could he ever give her the satisfaction. He looked back at Iris who was now staring directly into his eyes. The depth of silence that was suddenly created pushed him to admit that he was having commitment issues with Pepper.
“So it’s done then? I can have the equipment?” She was eager, her leg bouncing up and down faster than it was before, her confidence fading by the second.
“Yes bu-” Iris picked her heels up in her hand, making her way out of the door before he could change his mind.
“Just don’t burn anything down!”
His warning was all in vain though, Iris already making her way to his lab, ready to meet Jarvis yet again to prepare her exquisite plan.
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It was at the crack of dawn that someone knocked on Thor’s door. He was awake anyway, getting ready to go down to the gym to work his body out a bit, considering that he ate about 15 turkeys the night before. He opened the door, a basket of eggs waiting for him at the foot of it, a small note accompanying it.
Meet me in my room in exactly six minutes, the door is open, let yourself in. -Irisida.
They were simple instructions, the thought of a pleasant surprise overtaking his mind, he made his way to his sister’s room. He was walking down the corridor when he heard his brother’s voice screaming his name in the back. Loki walked towards him, greeting him a good morning, asked what he was doing with a basket of eggs.
“Well brother, if you must know, I am on my way to Iris’s room. She sent me a message this morning. I reckon that we are going to make breakfast together.” Thor explained, a smile crawling onto his face thinking about his sister’s sweet gesture.
Loki on the other hand was groaning, looking at his brother with utter disgust. He took the basket from Thor and squinted at the message tag.
“Her name’s Irisida, brother, and she’s not our sister, well not really. You need to stop following her around.” Loki was hellbent on isolating Iris.
Thor tried to defend her. “She doesn’t have to be your sister if you doesn’t want her to be but that will not change the fact that she is my sister.”
Thor snatched the basket back from Loki, making his way once again to Iris, hoping he was just in time for what she had planned. Loki called after him, saying that he wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
The two were standing outside her door now, contemplating whether they should knock first or simply just enter. It was when Thor finally lifted his hand up to knock when the two heard a screech from behind the door. The two looked at each other frantically, barging into the room in attempts of saving their sister, Thor going through first.
It was silent now, Iris’s room, the sense of emptiness hitting the duo. They heard a slither in the distance, and so they moved farther into the room, trying to isolate the threat. Thor singled out the slithering as coming from behind the headrest of Iris’s bed. He looked back at Loki who simply nodded at him, a knife suddenly appearing in his hand. With the basket still in his hand Thor walked towards the headrest. It was as if the slithering sound was receding the closer he got. He peered over the headrest, seeing nothing there, he looked back at Loki once again, his shoulders now calm. It was when he looked back at the space that he saw something move, he looked closer and then there it was, a huge snake, triple the size of Thor, leaping out of the space.
The act was so quick, so hard to follow. He immediately withdrew his body off the bed, the snake hissing at him, throwing itself on top of him. Thor, to protect himself, covered himself with the basket in his hand, forgetting the raw eggs that were in it. They poured out of the basket immediately, breaking on his clothes and shoes. He looked up, his arms now open as the yolk seeped into his clothes, the clothes now sticking to his body. The snake was gone, the whole event like a dream.
The two were confused, frozen, too scared to even move a muscle.
That’s when a childish laugh sounded in the background. The two turned around slowly, only to meet the eyes of their sister, the one who’s room they were standing, the one who’d called them here in the first place.
Loki understood what was going on as soon as he saw Iris. Thor on the other hand was still traumatized, the ghost of the snake he’d just encountered flooding his mind.
“Oh I’m sorry brother but you should have seen the way you looked when the snake came on top of you!” She was laughing like her life depended on it.
“What is this Iris?” Thor was confused, but he was also very angry. His ears were red, his eyes filled with fear.
“She’s pranked you, brother” Loki announced, the whole situation making sense to Thor now.
He was very upset, Iris could tell. She walked over to the headrest of her bed, pulling out a drone like machine. She explained how the snake was a mere illusion, and that she could never actually put their life in danger, that she loved them too much to do so. Thor forgave her faster than he ever had Loki. The two hugged, Loki just watching them from a distance. The prank was smart, Loki had decided, and rather well built up too.
Iris finally walked over to Loki.
“I’m a big fan of you, brother. This whole prank was inspired up by the one you played on Thor when you were kids.” She put her hand over his crossed arms. “I know you don’t like me, or trust me even, but I promise I will prove to you that I am your sister.” She turned around to leave but before she could, Loki cleared his throat.
“I apologize for the way I have acted with you, it was not fair. You are our sister, my sister.” The apology burned his throat but he smiled at her, looking back and forth between her and Thor. “Plus you seem to have the prank talent to prove it.”
He pulled her into a hug right after, her laughs blending in with the tears that were now flowing down her face. Thor joined them too, hugging the two with his visibly huger body.
This was her family, Iris thought to herself, happy that she was finally home.
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Play With Fire: Chapter 7
Summary: Dr. Delilah Smith works as a doctor at the Indian Hill Research Facility and has been tasked to bring back a certain redhead. Strange things start happening as she begins the long process of Jerome Valeska’s resurrection and along the way, and as he gets stronger, so do her mysterious visions.
Words: 966
A/N: I forgot to yesterday… Sorry ‘bout that. Comments are appreciated. Thanks for reading.
Delilah looked up at the sign on the door. “604,” she breathed. She put a code into the keypad on the handle.
It beeped and opened.
She peered into the room, first making sure no one else was inside, and then making sure no one was watching her. Then she walked inside.
A dark haired man was laid on the metallic table, a white sheet pulled up to his neck. It looked as if he had just been cleaned up.
Delilah could already feel something in her gut, and soon enough she identified it as the anger she felt before. She clenched her fists and stopped by the body’s side. She looked at the paperwork left on the small table next to the patient’s head. She ran her finger down until she found a name. “Theo Galavan,” she looked back at his face.
“If you want to learn about me…” a ghostly voice echoed in her head, “touch him.”
Delilah hovered her hand above the man’s pale forehead, somewhat unsure if she really wanted to do this.
The voice was more firm. “Touch him…”
Giving in, she let her hand rest on his skin. An image flashed in her mind’s eye.
She was standing in front of an audience. The lights blinded her eyes, she could only see the first few tables before her. She looked down to see she was in a magician-like costume. She could feel her lips letting out a wide smile.
But then, a sharp pain hit her in the side of her neck.
She turned to see the man known as Theo Galavan. The sharp pain was coming from the knife he had stabbed into her neck. She began to fall. The pain was unbearable. Her throat and mouth filled with blood, so much blood. She tried to talk, but it came out as nothing more than a gurgle.
Emotions filling her head. She couldn’t decipher them, there were so many. It was overwhelming. The light began to fade away. The last thing she saw was Theo Galavan towering above her.
Delilah ripped her hand from his skin. “You’re the one that killed him.” She stared at the body. Then she did something even she, herself, was surprised by.She slapped him across the face, jumping back a split second after. She held her fisted hands close to her chest, trying to stop shaking with the overwhelming anger that had nearly overcome her. She looked over at the door. She had to leave before she did something she regretted.
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“This is Doctor Delilah Smith speaking. The date is the fourth of November 2019. I am situated in lab 306 with patient 826. The patient had begun shallow breathing. It is steady and faint, similar to his heartbeat. Drip therapy has been increased to ensure the patient is receiving the vital fluids needed for further progress.” The button clicked. “Right then, what shall it be today?” she took his arm in her hand. “It was this one wasn’t it?” she felt the knotted muscle in his arm. She began to massage it to try and get it out.
“So, I went into 604…” her eyes stayed on his pale arm. “I hope there isn’t much pain when you wake up.” She glanced at his neck.
Stitches lined a large proportion of his neck, presumably where he was stabbed.
“It must have been horrible…” her thoughts trailed off. “Is it true what they say about your life flashing before your eyes?” she placed his arm back down and pulled a small light from her lab coat. She lifted his eyelid with a finger and shone the light in. She observed his pupil dilatation for a few seconds. “Once your breathing and heartbeat is stronger, you should be able to open your eyes. I think it will be a while before you can speak, however. Possibly longer than other patients due to your… injury."
After checking the other eye, she took a closer look at his neck. "Well, I’m glad it healed nicely. Hopefully it’s done just as well internally. We’ll find out for sure when you wake up.” she smiled. She placed the torch back in her pocket. “That dream last night, it was so clear.” She ran her finger through his hair, fixing the parting. “You’re getting stronger each day.”
Jerome lay motionless.
“But do me a favor, my ginger twin.” She moved closer to his ear. “Wake up soon and stop these dreams.”
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A figure stood in an alleyway. The moon illuminated the floor and threw shadows onto the walls.
Delilah placed her hand on a stone wall to find her way towards the figure. She saw a glimmer of ginger hair. “Jerome?”
He was covered in blood.
Her hand shot to her mouth in horror.
Jerome held a knife. He pointed it towards the ground beside him.
Delilah followed the knife’s end and saw a figure slumped on the floor, a pool of blood around him. She crouched down in an attempt to identify him.
A tall man, blonde hair, blue eyes, dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans.
She reached out to him.
“I do the touching, not you!” a voice shouted.
It was her ex’s voice.
She recoiled back, getting further surprised when Jerome moved around in front of her and held out the knife. She looked down at the silver weapon, blood covering most of the handle. She took it.
A smile crept onto Jerome’s face. He stepped aside to clear her path.
Delilah held the weapon by the blooded handle and looked upon the fallen man. She knelt down in front of him and held the knife high in the air with both hands.
“Trust me… Lilith,”
She brought the knife down onto her ex’s chest.
crackhead energy at it’s finest
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Play With Fire: Chapter 4
Summary: Dr. Delilah Smith works as a doctor at the Indian Hill Research Facility and has been tasked to bring back a certain redhead. Strange things start happening as she begins the long process of Jerome Valeska’s resurrection and along the way, and as he gets stronger, so do her mysterious visions.
Words: 665
A/N: This is my first fanfic so please don’t come at me. Comments are appreciated. Thanks for reading.
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“So, matricide?” Delilah opened one of his eyelids with a finger and shone a light into his eye. “What did Mommy do that was so bad?” she let go of the eyelid, straightening up and crossing her arms. “Not much of a talker, are you?” she made a note of her observations. “Well, what you lack in speech, you sure do make up with dreams. Is that you or am I just finally cracking?” She waited for an answer, but soon went back to her one sided conversation. “I’ve heard people sometimes have dreams about a book or a film they’ve recently seen. But I’m pretty sure my research wouldn’t result in me getting nightmares about you every night,” she informed him. She reached up and replaced the drip which stood next to the table, then looked back at him. “Hey, don’t feel too bad about them. They aren’t that bad. I’ve had much worse.”
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Delilah flicked through the file and ate her dinner. She had pulled out her research on matricide in an effort to determine Jerome’s motives. The medical records from Arkham had made a note that during the initial assessment. He had mentioned some kind of abuse between his mother and him. Although at that time it was unclear if it was a joint effort of abuse between the two, or if one of them was abusing the other. She had decided on the latter, the abuser being his mother. It didn’t surprise her. She had heard many horror stories about individuals who travel with circuses or sideshows. The performers at Haly’s circus were close knit, a family. She had found information to suggest the performers knew of Lila Valeska’s death, but covered it up to protect Jerome. Whether this was completely true or not, she didn’t know.
She began to wonder about Jerome’s mental state. What would he be like upon his awakening? It may be possible that he would remember everything, only some things or even nothing. From other clinical trials she had participated in the results seemed to be a mixture of the three. Some patients were responsive and alert as soon as they awoke. Others not so much and many never woke up despite the appearance of a heartbeat and pulse. That was why she always talked to her patients. Many doctors believed the patients couldn’t hear anything until they awoke. But Delilah had read many papers on comatose individuals who could hear and even respond to questions. She hoped this would be the case with her current patient. The more she learnt about him, the more intrigued she became.
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The sound of a faint heartbeat met her ears. She opened her eyes to find herself looking upon Gotham out of an unfamiliar window. Immediately, her nose was hit with the distinct smell of cigarettes, something she didn’t like too much. She also felt the presence of someone else behind her.
“Hey, doll…” a familiar voice whispered in her ear.
She whipped her head around, so hard and fast her ponytail swung around and hit her in the face, trying to find the source of the voice. “Here, Delilah,” She turned around again and saw a figure in front of her, his features darkened to the point where they couldn’t be seen. “Jerome?” The figure smiled, then disappeared in a blink of an eye.
It was clear he was the one who was the cause of the cigarette smell.
Delilah looked around at the apartment. It was messy and looked as if it hadn’t been lived in for a while.
A sound came from opposite her.
She looked over to the door handle, it was shaking. She placed her hand on the moving item. The door flew open.
Her ex stood in the doorway.
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Delilah’s eyes shot open. She looked over at the clock. It was still early, but she couldn’t sleep any more, not after that dream. “Thanks, Jerome. Maybe I will be visiting Arkham after all.”
Marvel oneshots
Older sister x Peter Parker | PROM
Summary: Iris, being Peter’s older sister, takes him to prom after being rejected by MJ only for him to find his true love.
Word count: 2.3k
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It was tough being an avenger. Of course Peter knew that when he joined but knowing was way different than actually doing.
It was a day before junior prom, the day he’d marked out in his calendar as the day he would finally ask MJ to be his date. All was going good up until he received a call about a sudden mission the team was to go on.
“We need you now kid!” Tony screamed over the phone. Peter wanted to tell him that he wouldn’t be able to make it, that if he didn’t choose his personal life today, he might never be able to again. But he couldn’t. The rest of them had commitments too, but that didn’t stop them from sacrificing everything just to keep the rest of the world safe. Plus he was sure MJ liked him back, he figured she’d wait. And so he went on the mission.
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“Parker and Iris will cover the backside of the building. The fire web combination you guys did last time was too destructive but maybe that’s exactly what we need today.” Steve said as Peter turned his attention to the lady in a white suit.
Iris had decided that she was Peter’s older sister the day she saw him. She wanted to protect him like Thor and Loki did her. She lifted a hand up towards him when he shuffled across the plane to sit next to her but he showed no response.
“So the floor’s more important than giving me a high-five now?”
Peter was lifted out of his daze. He rubbed his eyes, adjusting to the light in the jet in exchange to the floor. He let out a forced laugh, trying to make himself feel better. He was on a mission but all he could think about was how happy MJ would be about him finally asking her out.
Iris knew exactly what was up with him the second she looked into his eyes. Part of it was her intuition and experience with first loves gone wrong and the other was the power of staring into souls she got from her father. She was a god, sister of Thor and Loki, daughter of Odin, oh so very powerful but she still didn’t know how fix the young man’s problem.
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The mission went rather well or so the rest of the team would say, but Thor’s screaming cries begged to differ. The exit strategy didn’t go as Cap had planned. Peter was supposed to web the end of the building up and Iris was supposed to set it on fire. The others would have exited through the side of the building, safe away from the fire, only Loki hadn’t played a prank on Thor for the longest time now.
Thor was the strongest avenger, thus exiting at the end, making sure everyone was out first, when he heard Loki screaming. It was almost instinct, the speed at which he approached the back of the building. The screaming grew louder as he got closer, getting faster by the second. He could finally see Loki now, a spear through his abdomen. Thor was convinced Loki was hurting yet right before he could reach the wall, Loki disappeared. It all happened so quick. One second Thor was traveling by the speed of light, the other the Mjolnir didn’t want to stop. Before he could process what was happening, he was already through the wall, on the other side of which Iris was setting Peter’s web on fire. He screamed the second he felt the heat on his head, his hair now starting to burn. Peter through a web around Thor, pulling him out.
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“How could you do this Loki?” Thor screamed at the black haired prankster.
His hair was burning even after the Peter pulled him out. The rest of the team was on the quinjet and the only thing Iris had to her was more fire. There was nothing more that could’ve been done and so Peter had to chop the hair off his head with the rather blunt pocket knife he had, cutting off way more than Thor’s poor heart could tolerate.
The team felt bad, sure, but smiles threatened to show on their lips with every scream Thor let out.
“It’s just hair, Thor, it’ll grow back.” Loki said, shutting up right away when Thor stared him down.
“I can’t even use the strawberry smelling liquid Iris brought that I was supposed to rub in my hair. It would’ve smelt like a garden.”
All the attention was on Iris now. She couldn’t hold it in for longer and let out a small laugh, diffusing the tension. Thor just stared at himself in the mirror and then back at Loki, getting ready to send him back to Asgard.
“I mean I think it looks kinda nice.” Natasha said, and the whole plane went silent.
“Natasha? Complimenting someone willingly? To make them feel better about themself?
Maybe the team should be getting accidental haircuts more often.” Tony remarked. Everyone was laughing now, even Thor. Everyone except for Peter that is.
He was more upset than Iris could take. She was ready to take him to MJ to make sure that he went to prom with her. And so she took his hand and and asked Friday to open the evacuation port. Everyone looked at her questioningly but no one dared to ask her. She told Peter that they were going to go get his girl and that if he dropped her on the way there, she would kill him.
Iris and Peter jumped from the plane directly over Queens. There would be enough buildings for Peter to latch onto making up for the fact that they jumped without a parachute. They were in the city now, Peter holding Iris close, swinging over buildings, making his way to Mj’s apartment. He was standing inside an alley, changing out of his suit making sure nobody else saw him. Iris ran to buy flowers and chocolates from the bakery across the street, while Peter rehearsed his lines.
She returned almost immediately but before she could speak Peter held his hand up, actioning her to stop talking. She didn't know what to say to him when she saw MJ walking down the street with Jason. She wanted to tell Peter that it was okay and that they weren't actually sure whether she had agreed to go to prom with him. But she knew exactly what was going on. It was like what happened years ago with Steve when she saw him walking down the road with Peggy latched onto his arms.
MJ ran towards the door the second she saw them getting excited and telling Peter how Jason had taken her to the top of Empire State building just to ask her to prom. It was fun she said, not knowing how much it killed Peter to know that he hadn't gotten a chance to ask her first, but he was brave and so he said that he was happy for her and then told Iris that they should leave.
When they returned to Stark Tower, everyone was celebrating the success they'd incurred tonight. It was their fiftieth mission, fiftieth success if you will. Iris knew he was upset, but she also knew that maybe she should leave him alone for a while.
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The team was watching a movie next day when Iris came down to join them. She’d been out all day, thinking of ways to make Peter feel better. She’d just sat down when she saw Peter standing out in the balcony. She wanted to understand that it was good to hurt sometimes, that it taught you the power of love but she was over the weak person facade. She went outside, less to talk and more to order him around.
“I’m tired of you being all sappy, Parker. You can’t just stand here like this and miss out on one of the highlights of your high school career.” She said in a calm but aggressive tone.
“I’m gonna look like an idiot if I go there alone.” He said, looking down at the beautiful skyline.
“Who said you’re going alone.” She responded, a sly smile creeping on to her face.
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They were sitting outside said junior prom venue. It was an aquarium, a rather cheap one, Iris would say the comment out loud to Peter had he not been going through the five stages of grief. He pointed out how odd it would look for an older lady to come in as Peter’s date. There was no regret on Iris’s face though. She’d never been to a prom, let alone any school event ever.
She got up from the cold bench and pulled Peter up with him. She rushed him into the building before he could change his mind. The teachers running the event looked at her like she was crazy. To make things worse, she fought with them saying that she should be let in because she genuinely didn’t look a day over 18. It was a lie sure, but she wasn’t giving up. The teachers eventually got tired and let the two in.
The building didn’t look as shabby on the inside. There was a dark blue hue to the place. Everyone was looking at Peter now, rather at the beautiful lady he entered the venue with.
They immediately saw MJ dancing with Jason. Peter was heartbroken, but there was nothing that he could've done to change the reality. They found a way to add to the nonalcoholic bar and sat on the high chairs, ordering lemonades.
It’d been five minutes before another girl approached them. She was wearing an emerald green dress, glitter spun all over it.
“I didn’t think you’d come.” She said. “Hi! I’m Alaya by the way.” She turned to Iris before Peter could respond.
“Hi I’m-” Peter interrupted Iris before she could introduce herself, knowing that she was so excited to be meeting someone from his school that she would blow their cover.
Iris caught on almost immediately and introduced herself as Noor, her middle name.
“I really respect the commitment to your secret identities but you do realize that I know that you’re part of the Avengers, right?” The girl said.
Peter stared at her, not knowing how or when she found out. Alaya only looked at Iris and smiled.
Alaya looked down at the floor, too nervous to say it to his face, and started talking about how maybe her and Peter should go dance, but Peter wasn’t listening anymore. His eyes had found MJ again. After a minute of pure struggle, witnessed by Iris, Alaya looked up at Peter to finally ask him to go dance but she stopped talking the second she saw where his sight was set. She was heartbroken. She looked at Iris like a lost puppy, tears threatening to overflow from her eyes. She left almost immediately, escaping to the balcony, the cold air hitting her shoulders.
Iris hit Peter on the shoulders, instantly grabbing his attention.
“What have I told you about love?” She questioned.
“That Mr. Rogers is the hottest man to walk the earth?” He said, genuinely scared.
“No not my love, just love in general.” She clarified, rolling her eyes at him.
“Oh umm that we should love those who love us instead of constantly giving to those who we love.” Iris was calmer now, auctioning him to deduce more from the statement. “But shouldn’t you be saying that to MJ so that she can come dance with me?”
“Are you dumb? Is my only question” Peter was confused now. Iris pointed at Alaya, who was now leaning against the railing of the terrace. “Look at her, Peter. What do you see?”
Peter said he saw his friend, maybe his best friend. Someone he’d known since the day he was born. The only constant in his life. He was catching on now, understanding what Iris meant by giving to people who loved us already.
“Did she tell you that?” He asked getting up from his seat.
“She didn’t have to.” Iris responded.
Peter walked onto the terrace. Taking his jacket off as he approached his friend. He put it on her when he finally reached her. She was startled by the gesture but became calm when she saw who it was.
“It’s really cold out here, you know, maybe we should go in. Leave even, get some dinner.” Peter suggested.
“We can’t be friends anymore, Peter. Don’t you see? I love you and I can’t keep acting like I don’t. You were never ‘just’ a friend to me. I’m tired.”
The second she finished talking, Peter pulled her in for a hug.
“I know, and I’m sorry I didn’t see it earlier.” They parted, their foreheads now touching, both of them too nervous to make the first move.
“Can I kiss-” He was interrupted by her lips meeting his, her hands traveling to the back of his head, hanging onto his soft curls.
“Ooh yes, get it I guess.” Said Iris looking away from the young couple.
“So hottest man to walk the earth huh?” A voice said from behind her startling her.
Iris looked back, only to see the love of her life.
“What’re you doing here?” She asked America’s ass.
“Well I just figured that by the size of heels you wore, you would tower over Parker and also because we haven’t been dancing in years, love.” He responded.
“Well then kind sir, let us dance the night away between teenagers getting pregnant in the middle of the dance floor.” Iris suggested pointing at the young teenagers making out. Steve laughed, kissing Iris’s forehead, and then walking up to the DJ, requesting a song. And so that night, the two 80-year-old popsicles danced to ‘it’s been a long long time,’ reminiscing about all the years they’d spent together.
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Play With Fire: Chapter 3
Summary: Dr. Delilah Smith works as a doctor at the Indian Hill Research Facility and has been tasked to bring back a certain redhead. Strange things start happening as she begins the long process of Jerome Valeska’s resurrection and along the way, and as he gets stronger, so do her mysterious visions.
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A/N: This is my first fanfic so please don’t come at me. Comments are appreciated. Thanks for reading.
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Delilah observed the heart monitor as Caspian shocked the body again with the defibrillation unit. “Third time’s the charm,” He said.
Delilah nodded to agree.
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
The machine bleeped and Jerome’s body jolted with the shock. The pair paused and looked at the heart monitor. The slightest sign of life flickered across the screen. “That’s all, thanks.” She grabbed her notepad again, beginning to write things down. A noise came from her pocket and she pulled her phone out.
"You know, you shouldn’t have that in the lab,“ he commented. He saw the uncomfortable expression on her face. "Anything important?” Delilah sighed as she looked at the screen. “Ah… no.” She pressed ignore and put the device back in her pocket. “Just um…cold calls. Trying to sell me something.” Caspian nodded, beginning to pack the unit away. “So, did you find anything else out?” he asked.
“Congrats on the clown remark. I believe you actually made a decent joke for once, Caspian,” she said still jotting down notes.
“Found out about Haly’s then. I always found the whole clown thing creepy myself. I can understand why so many people have phobias of them. Clowns are weird.” He remarked as he gathered his stuff.
“Coulrophobia.”
“What?”
“The phobia of clowns,” she said and returned his look, “it’s called Coulrophobia.”
“Huh. You and your fancy words, Dr. Lilah Smith,” he chuckled. “You sound like a real doctor now.”
Delilah smiled. “I am! What the hell else am I doing working here?”
Caspian only laughed. “Alright. See you later.”
Delilah closed the door behind him, waiting a second before she spoke. “Sorry about that Jerome,” she sighed and returned to him, “Now, where were we?”
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The newspaper showed an image of Jerome Valeska standing in front of a height chart, a wide smile on his lips.
Delilah’s eyes scanned the quotation beneath the picture. “Jerome Valeska, 18, matricide.” She looked below it and saw a picture of Lila Valeska when she was alive. “Must have been pretty bad for it to end up like it did.” She pulled out another folder and opened it up to a document. It belonged to Arkham Asylum; an inmate medical report. It listed all of his psychological problems, possible diagnosis, what medication he was on and his tendencies. She came across a line that concerned her a little. “‘Side note for the staff: Patient is extremely violent. Do not leave unattended’.” She looked at his picture on the report. “Well, I’m pretty sure you won’t be doing any harm anytime soon.”
The light flicked on and the lab was illuminated with the light Delilah saw every day. She met the metallic bed Jerome lay on, still motionless. She took note of his heart rate on the monitor’s screen.
“I think you and I will get along just fine…”
Delilah recognized that voice. She moved her eyes to the body. “Did you say something?” she asked.
His arm twitched slightly.
She moved closer to his arm.
The limb shot up and grabbed her by the throat.
She grabbed the hand with hers, easily ripping it off. “The hell?” She looked over to his face.
He was smiling.
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Play With Fire
Summary: Dr. Delilah Smith works as a doctor at the Indian Hill Research Facility and has been tasked to bring back a certain redhead. Strange things start happening as she beings the long process of Jerome Valeska’s resurrection and along the way, and as he gets stringer, so do her mysterious visions.
Words: 882
A/N: This is my first fanfic so please don’t come at me. Comments are appreciated. Thanks for reading. I upload every Thursday.
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Delilah pressed the record button. “This is Doctor Delilah Smith speaking. The date is the third of November 2019. I am situated in lab 306 with patient 826. Today, I’ll be placing more wires on the patient and begin the drip therapy.” She pressed the record button again. “Right, let’s get you even more wired up.” The machine came to life when she flicked the switch. She placed a wire and sticky pad onto his chest and pressed down. "So I can monitor your heartbeat when it starts again.”
The machine made no noise.
“Take your time. It’s not like I’ve got anywhere to be.“ she laughed somewhat bitterly. "Lucky for you.” She remembered her late night reading. “So, you’re…were… one of the Maniax, right? I heard they caused quite a commotion in Gotham. From Arkham, right? I’ve been there a few times.” She looked down at him as she scribbled down her notes. “As a visitor. Obviously.” She tapped her forehead with her pen. “I’m not completely insane yet. But give it time. Any recommendations of which wing is the best? I’m one for a bigger room personally. Don’t care about the view. I’d just hate to feel claustrophobic. You know?”
No reply.
“Fine, don’t answer. Now-” She was rudely cut off by her phone going off, her ringtone coming from her pocket. She reached in and pulled it out, taking one look at the caller ID and getting annoyed. She simply silenced it and slipped it back into her pocket. “Now unfortunately, Jerome, I’m going to have to make that drip more uncomfortable for you and start getting some blood in you. Any preferences?” She scribbled something else into her pad and flipped a few pages. “…O Rh positive? Alright then.”
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“Used to work at a circus…” She turned a page. “A family business. So that’s what he meant by the clown remark.” The paper in front of Delilah was a newspaper from a few months back. It described the detailed investigation into the murder of a snake dancer, known as Lila Valeska. She had worked with Haly’s circus.
Delilah thought back, remembering visiting the circus on its second day. She wondered if she had seen Jerome there or bumped into him at all. On second thought, she doubted it. There were so many people there that day. Posters for the circus had been plastered on nearly every wall in Gotham for the past month. There wasn’t a single person in Gotham that didn’t know about it. The poster was a cream color with the silhouette of two acrobatics in the center. The border was made up of small stars. The text on the top of the poster read ‘Haly’s Circus’ in all capitals, a clown face separating the two words. Below that, showmanship text read 'The Flying Graysons’. On the bottom there was a picture of three big top tents stripped with white and red. Everything a circus needed was there: acrobats, clowns, magicians, food stalls, game stalls, rides and even a psychic. She steered clear of the psychic. She had enough problems dealing with her own visions, and honestly? She didn’t need someone to encourage them even more.
The body of the snake dancer had been found on the back of a hay wagon on the outskirts of the circus. Two detectives from the GCPD had discovered it whilst questioning some of the performers at their trailers. One of them had suggested they let her pet snake out, seeing how it seemed to be in a state of upset. Surely enough, it led them to her corpse. The performers were interviewed one by one. That included her son, Jerome Valeska, now known as patient 826. At first he seemed to be an innocent teen who had just discovered his mother had been brutally murdered. But it later came to light that he was in fact the one who committed the crime. Then, the officers saw the true demeanor of Jerome Valeska.
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Delilah heard the distant sound of music. As she approached the building she recognized it as traditional circus music. The building before her had the words 'Mirror Maze’ plastered all over it in bold font. Her feet forced her inside. The music dulled a little but was still audible. Before Delilah knew it, she was lost in the maze.
“Ha ha ha ha…” a ghostly voice cackled.
“Hello?” she called out.
A dark shadow shot across the mirrors.
Delilah jumped back, cursing under her breath.
“Delilah…” the voice whispered again.
“Don’t call me that. It’s Lilah.” She looked into the mirror; it showed her image on four different mirrors. She located one she could step though. When she turned to her left she caught another glimpse of the shadow on one of the mirrors. “Who’s there?”
One of the mirrors moved seemingly by itself.
In an attempt to be cautious, she took only two steps forward.
The mirror stood at an angle.
Delilah reached out her hand and gingerly pushed the mirror back.
The mirror snapped round at her touch to show a familiar being.
Jerome.
She stepped back and looked around as a manic laugh filled the air.
The reflection wasn’t moving.
She reached out her hand, but was thrown back with the shattering glass.
Yes bitch
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Play With Fire: Chapter 1
Summary: Dr. Delilah Smith works as a doctor at the Indian Hill Research Facility and has been tasked to bring back a certain redhead. Strange things start happening as she begins the long process of Jerome Valeska’s resurrection and along the way, and as he gets stronger, so do her mysterious visions.
Words: 1443
A/N: This is my first fanfic so please don’t come at me. Comments are appreciated. Thanks for reading.
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Delilah watched as the two doctors drained the weird clear liquid from the tank. Inside was the body of a young ginger man, subject 826. Every patient at the Indian Hill Facility had their own doctor to look after them and track their progress. Subject 826 was to be hers. She’d nursed many patients and inmates before, but this was something new, even to her. She was told the superiors had big plans for this subject. She wasn’t too interested in their plans, seeing how she was just there to do what was asked of her. She knew she was in no position to question the authority or any of their motives. She knew better.
The two doctors had brought the subject out of the preservation tank and laid him onto a patient transport table. He was to be taken to Delilah’s lab. The only time she wouldn’t be attending him was when she was either sleeping or on break. And considering she only got a few rare few hours to take a break, it didn’t count for much.
At the beginning of her employment, she was certain she didn’t want to be working anywhere else. Now, she wasn’t so sure of her decision. She couldn’t deny that the pay was good, that her every need was taken care of and that her quarters were comfortable to live in, but… the true ethics, or rather the lack of them, was what sat wrong with her. Only after a good year of employment had she realized just how tight the security was and how closely everyone was watched. Observed, really. Every single one of her actions were questioned. If she didn’t provide a suitable answer… well, she didn’t like to think about the consequences. It wasn’t rare for her co-workers to be there one day then gone the next, as if they had disappeared into thin air. She knew that wasn’t the case, but she never dug any deeper into the matter. She didn’t want to admit it, but she feared what she would discover. The superiors here ran a tight ship. Once you signed that contract, you signed your life away. You would remain working for them until you expired, and if she had learnt anything from her years of working there, the employment would continue long after your heart had stopped beating. She was thankful for one thing however, the fact that she was the one observing and testing and not the one on the receiving end.
Delilah escorted the two other doctors and subject 826 to her lab and allowed them access with her identity card. “Put him over there,” she said, pointing to the center of the room. The two doctors pushed the transport table to the spot specified and applied the brakes. They then left without a single word. She closed the door behind them and collected a few papers. She brought a pad and a file over to the small table beside her patient. After pulling a small recording device from her lab coat, she pressed the record button and set it down next to the papers. “This is Doctor Delilah Smith speaking. The date is the second of November 2019. I am situated in lab 306,” she shuffled through some papers. “Doctor Strange had requested that I, and I alone, will observe patient 826 throughout his stay here. I will be the one administering his treatment for the foreseeable future. Patient 826, formerly known as Jerome Valeska, came out of his preservation tank ten minutes ago. Today I’ll be performing routine tests and recording my findings.” She pressed the record button again to stop the recording.
Taking a deep breath, she looked down to the corpse. “Good morning, Jerome. My name is Doctor Delilah Smith and I’m gonna be your doctor. Now, do you hurt anywhere?” She received no reply from the corpse. However, it wasn’t like she expected one. The silence of the lab could become unnerving without any noises and she felt talking to herself and the patient helped alleviate her creeped out feelings. “Of course you don’t.” She chuckled to herself before she brought her attention back to the papers next to her, scanning them. “Right, first things first, I gotta wire you up. Don’t move, I’ll be back soon.”
The lab was a pristine white. She hated it, but she was told no personal effects were allowed in the work space. Figures. No one was allowed to be unique here. Everyone was expected to allow themselves to be programmed into becoming robots.
A few moments later Delilah returned, pushing a small monitor with a number of wires. She set up the monitor fairly quickly, having done so before many times. It let off a small bleep as it turned on and once she’d plugged some of the wires into the device, she moved over to Jerome. “This might be a little cold,” she said as she placed a wire with a sticky pad onto either side of his head. She also slid a drip into his wrist. “I hate the feel of drips. It’s… ugh. So unnatural.” She told him as she heard another voice from behind her.
“Lilah, you do know they can’t hear you, right?” Delilah turned to see fellow doctor and one of her only friends in this place, Caspian, standing in the doorway, arms folded and a smile on his face. ‘Lilah’ was what she liked to be called, and Caspian, who she’d been friends with for a little under a month, had caught on. “I know. I just don’t like the quiet.” She shrugged. The blond haired doctor entered the room and joined her next to the monitor. “If the brain isn’t ticking, the ears aren’t listening,” he told Delilah. He looked down at the body. “Patient 826 huh? Got your hands full there."
She looked up at him. "What do you mean by that?”
“Well, it’s Jerome Valeska isn’t it? He was a troublemaker when he was alive. A crazy, psychopathic nutcase.” Caspian looked the pale figure up and down a few times.
“Really?” Delilah found herself asking.
He looked at her, surprised. “You…didn’t know?"
She shook her head.
"You might want to do some research into this one, then. Just so you know what you’re letting yourself into.” He turned to leave. “But I think you two will get along just fine. After all, you’re not afraid of clowns, are you?” He smirked and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Delilah’s eyes fell to Jerome again. “Troublemaker, huh?”
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Delilah sat at the desk in her bedroom. She licked her index finger and flicked the page over. She usually read the patient’s file once and that was enough for her. But after her co-worker’s warning, she decided to do a little more digging. She had discovered he was part of the group known as ‘The Maniax’, most of which were also deceased. Looking up for a moment to tie back her copper colored hair, she wondered if any of them were also in the facility. “Maniax,” She read aloud, reading the description of the group. She wasn’t surprised when she discovered they were just a group of mentally unstable individuals who had escaped from Arkham Asylum a few months back. They later revealed themselves to Gotham as the Maniax. “So you’re an outlaw, huh?” she muttered to herself. “That’s actually kind of cool. Minus the murdering spree stuff.” She glanced over to her clock beside her bed, and froze for a second in surprise. Damn, was that really the time? She stuffed the papers back into a folder and got ready for bed. It had been a long day.
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A dark room. Surrounded by silence.
Delilah saw a small glimpse of light.
It was a tank.
She recognized the being inside. She approached the tank to take a closer look.
“Delilah…”
She heard a sing-song whisper. She turned around only to find nothing but darkness behind her. She turned back to face the tank.
His eyes were open.
Delilah jumped back, her eyes widening slightly.. She looked up to subject 826. His mouth turned up into a mischievous smile.
Delilah shot up in her bed. It took her a second or two to catch her breath. She looked down at her pajamas. They were covered in sweat. She lay back down with a sigh, it was just a dream. And just then, her alarm rang, causing her to gasp in slight fear and slight surprise.
Without having to look at it, her arm flew over to it and slammed down on the button.