#joker x dagger

[sleepdeprivedandoverthinking]

Round five

Which Black butler ship should I draw next?

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

A Yandere! Black Butler x Opal! Reader (Steven Universe) would be cool with Vincent, Joker, and Dagger!

Just imagine their reaction to a very, very tall and giant creature who physically "appears" as a woman (Opal! Reader is sexless) with four pairs of arms who is not even human but a gem who accidentally time-traveled to the Victorian Era and is not able to unfuse (back to Pearl and Amethyst) till Opal! Reader can get back to their original timeline.

Even though Opal! Reader has lived for more than thousands of years and possesses knowledge of the Victorian Era of England, Opal! Reader’s appearance would set people off in immediate fear, and that just makes it harder for Opal! Reader to fit in. (Plus, finding a way home.)

Opal Reader | Yandere Black Butler

You’re roughly fourteen feet tall, have four different arms, and a gem on your forehead and chest. In a world like theirs to any average person, you are a marvel to behold or exploit. Now depending on who has the means to contain you are the ones who have the chance to lull you into a demented love:

Vincent Phantomhive

“You truly are a beauty. So beautiful I see no reason I shouldn’t hide you the way I have been so far.”

Finds you and finds a way to keep you trapped

Earns your trust while you’re in your own hidden place 

Eventually inviting you into  his home a trap all of his own+

With his connections to the supernatural, there’s bound to be something on par with your own power

Enough to become his exotic and caged beauty

Joker

“It’d be a travesty not to share your wonder with a world as bland as this.”

Naturally, he makes you a part of his circus 

If only to brag to the world that it is he and he alone who owns your heart

He just has to make sure his violent misdeeds allude you

At least until he gets a grasp on the material you can’t break

Dagger

“So you’re the latest freak, huh? Welcome to the club.”

At first, can’t help but be jealous

The attention you get the praise, even her cats seem to respect you more than her 

It isn’t until she finally talks with you that she’s fighting a blush 

You’re calming voice and relaxed personality is unexpected

So innocent yet full of wisdom

She feels disgusted by how often and how hot she gets when she spends nights thinking of you

Despite her promise, she’s not helping you get home not when this is the perfect circumstance to keep you by her side

[thatanimewriter]

BǍO BÈI, MON AMOUR AND... BABE, I GUESS??

➳ request: Can I request Finny, Baldroy, Joker, Snake, and maybe Dagger with a multilingual fem s/o? I speak English, Spanish, and French irl. Bonus points if you incorporate pet names in either of those. I’m thinking along the lines of some nice headcanons.

➳ character/s: finny, bardroy, joker, snake, dagger

➳ warnings: swearing, perhaps butched pet names from other languages, generally butched arabic (baldroy), french (joker), spanish (finny), norwegian (snake) and german (dagger) because i don’t speak anything but english

➳ notes: woww that’s really cool that you know how to speak other languages, i’ve always wanted to be fluent in something other than english and i used to learn mandarin, but i hated the teacher at school and dropped the subject asap lmao

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 / 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 / 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

──  𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐘.

infatuated

he thinks it’s super cool

and hot

now he gets creative for pet names for you

he goes beyond the classic babe, baby, sweetheart, doll etc

now you gotta suffer with sweet cheeks, toots, sugarplum and all that cheesy gross shit

but he gets which language mixed up all the time

he probably messes up the pronunciation as well

it’s ok, he’s attempting

he often notices that you’ll speak arabic when you’re tired or frustrated

“habibi... come to bed.”

but also when you’re thinking of a word and it only makes sense in the languages you know

it’s fine, he thinks it’s cool

and funny because accents between languages also change

all in all, very impressed

──  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘.

literally gets the anime sparkles in his eyes

as if you could get any better??

constantly asks you to speak your other languages

asks you for the names of basic household items in that language

“what’s bed in spanish??”

“la cama.”

“oh my god that’s so cool-”

but then you bamboozled him with another language

and he then discovered you’re multilingual

because he caught you speaking cantonese to lau

and he thinks you spoke, like, gaelic one time

he’s not sure what the languages are but it’s COOL

he definitely butches some of the words

most of the words

but it’s the thought and effort that counts

──  𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑.

what a little charmer

he would tease you for keeping this from him

and would also want to learn 

he probably has caught you just mumbling to yourself in french

wants to learn french because stereotypical romance

but also to eavesdrop-

sometimes he’ll just stick his head through your tent ‘door’ and go

“tu veux venir te promener avec moi?”

and you’re left wondering how he knows to ask you for a walk of all things

you both use ma chérie and mon chéri

it’s the most basic one

but it does the job

as a joke he suggested you speak your other languages as an act for the circus

you said no because it’s not really that circus-worthy

but maybe in future it’d be a funny gag

──  𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄.

silent admiration

emily and keats are more vocal about it

if he has snakes from the countries which language you speak they now cling to you, they’re yours now

they don’t leave you

he will probably learn easy words when he wants something but doesn’t wanna say in front of EVERYONE

“klemmer?”

“awww, yes hugs.”

the whole circus cannot interpret norwegian at all

nor can they understand korean or swedish

but they all think it’s a fun gimmick

because you’re extremely multilingual

his face was like :000

when you asked a foreign guest who didn’t speak english

‘what language would you like me to speak?’

because damn

what a badass that you can just whip out a language and speak it fluently

──  𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑.

in love even more

if that’s possible

you’re just so cool ;v;

he won’t lie

it sounds like gibberish at the start before you teach him

the only thing he can possibly interpret is your tone

even then

he’s fucked if you speak a language that naturally sounds aggressive

because he’s gonna think you’re PISSED when you’re asking if he wants potatoes or not

“liebling, give me cuddless”

“LEE BLING??”

he can’t for the life of him try to imitate you without sounding offensive

so he doesn’t

he just admires you from afar

and from close by

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; poly! joker & dagger

requested by ; onehellofashadynerd (29/10/22)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | arc antagonists

character(s) ; dagger, joker

outline ; “Can I request a poly thing with Joker and Dagger from Black Butler? Maybe a soft drabble or something else if you prefer?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

these boys love you so very much, which means that they’re both intensely protective over you

dagger is much more blatant about it, actively threatening and fighting anyone who besmirches your honour or otherwise insults you

joker, meanwhile, is more subtle and will focus on subtle threats and conflict deescalation whilst removing you from the situation

they both keep you away from the darker side of their business and excuse their late night absences as being down to last minute practise and joker being anal (which he’s willing to take the insult for if it means keeping you safe)

they both love spoiling you but they rarely have the means to do so — which makes the occasions where they have the funds to do so that much more special and romantic

you always have clothes that fit comfortably and don’t have any holes in them (a luxury for the circus)

you always have access to the products you need to protect your skin and hair

you always have the most comfortable blankets and pillows

and sometimes they can scrounge the funds together to get you a book — they’re both illiterate due to their upbringing so they rely on you to read to them, which is a very intimate thing for you all

joker’s tent has the most space in it as he doesn’t need as much equipment for his act, so that’s where you’ll push all your cots together when you’re feeling especially clingy

joker calls you ‘darlin’ and dagger calls you ‘my lady/my lord/my dear’

they’re both casually affectionate people, but dagger is much more likely to be flustered if you initiate pda (you and joker take full advantage of this fact to quieten him down when he’s being aggressive)

you help the boys out with their makeup and keep on top of dagger’s hair dye situation so he doesn’t end up covering himself in it (again)

whenever you get sick these two turn into the ultimate mother hens — dagger is constantly fretting over you and going into hysterics about how you don’t deserve this and he’d help you if he could, whilst joker is calmly fetching warm soups from the canteen tent and sending other members of the circus out to get medicine

joker is a big spoon type of hugger, the sort that will just envelop you and kiss the top of your head

dagger is a koala who likes to snuggle up into your stomach and wrap his arms around your waist

this means that if you’re cuddling both at the same time then you’re most definitely going to end up overheating (unless it’s winter at which point you’ll welcome the affection)

you’re the only one who gets to call them by their real names — and even then only in private when you need to ground them

dates usually consist of you sitting in bed and reading them a few chapters of the latest book they bought you — but on occasion you do manage to sneak out between practice to go on a walk in the nearest lot of fields (always with some food the three of you managed to pocket throughout the day)

dagger has lost his prosthetic on several occasions from just tossing it aside when he’s exhausted, which makes for an interesting early morning scavenger hunt whilst your poor boyfriend is left stranded on the bed — because, of course, he left his crutches back in his tent as he didn’t anticipate lobbing is leg away like a scalding pot whilst half asleep

joker suffers from pretty extreme panic attacks as he’s the one who’s seen the worst of father’s activities — he also tends to have horrid night terrors and has woken up screaming before

you and dagger are the only ones who can ground him and help him come back to reality, but even then it’s difficult for you both as you have to content with your usually calm and chipper boyfriend being reduced to a whimpering, sobbing shell of himself

to conclude: you love your boys and they love you dearly and they’d do anything for you — even if it meant lying to your face

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Can I get the Noah’s Ark Circus boys with a fem s/o who gets up early on some special occasion to cook them breakfast in bed? Like, maybe it’s Valentine’s Day or their birthday or something.

First off, Happy Valentine's Day~!

Second, let's go!

Joker

He's not one to be used pampered the most and will blush madly at the gesture

He'll serve you dinner and a dance later though

Dagger

Honey I hope you know he will cry on whatever you made cause you're so cute

Since he goes extra in romance he spends the whole day getting back

Jumbo

You and him cuddle and eat while enjoying the morning glow

He tells you he loves you a lot more than usual in this state

Peter

You should know it's gonna get saucy with him fast-

Like goodluck leaving bed-

He calls it "paying it forward" for breakfast

Snake

How about breakfast in bed and a bath?

He loves being smothered all though he's awkward as hell

[dorayakichan]

Jealous Windbreaker Characters Headcanon

When they see you talking with someone who is clearly flirting with you.

Characters mentioned: Jay, Vinny, Owen, and Joker. x fem! reader

Jay

He doesn’t show it. 

He acts as if everything is fine in the beginning because he does trust you. After all, having been able to break through the barrier of the eunuch speaks for itself.

Yet, if the other person keeps approaching you and flirting with you, that’s when he will get really serious. And no not serious as in he will come up to you two while talking and do the whole protective boyfriend act. Not at all.

He will wait for you to finish the conversation, come back to him, and then he will hold you by your hand glaring at the person who approached you and taking you away. He would also be by your side no matter what if he ever saw that person approach you again.

Jay is a man of few words, but with his actions, he can still show you how he feels. 

If that person keeps constantly annoying you, literally making you feel uncomfortable, that's when he will intervene and protect his girl.

To sum it up, he won’t show it but if you notice these small gestures you will be able to understand that he in fact cares quite a lot.

Vinny

It certainly depends on what kind of person the one trying to flirt with you is. If they are a street thug or just a random plain person in the street. 

Vinny would come behind you throwing daggers at the person. He wouldn’t talk but his tall well-built body and facial expression would be enough to make anyone pee their pants and run off leaving you in the middle of the conversation.

On the other hand, if that person looked rich or kind of important that’s where Vinny’s insecurities would show. 

He would again be behind you with a stern expression on his face but this time there would be no confidence in him. 

And the more your conversation got prolonged the more he would feel like he maybe wasn’t a good fit for you. Every possible reason why you are better off without him would run through his mind and in the end, if that person left you would be facing an extremely annoyed Vinny who would stay silent and say words to try and push you away for your own good. 

Yet, he would totally regret it and keep thinking about how he treated you, still, he would have no courage to come up and tell you that. 

On the other hand, if he saw that you were uncomfortable or if you told him that you didn’t like how that person approached you and was talking to you he would regain some kind of confidence and next time wrap his hand around your waist in a protective manner if the person approached you again.

Owen

Somebody approaching you? No no my dear nobody would be approaching just you, they would be approaching you and Owen both if they so badly wanted to try. 

How could you even imagine Owen leaving your side even for just a second anyway. The guy would be glaring and insulting the person who approached you right in their face. 

To add more insult to it he would grab you by your shoulder and pull you away, no matter who that person is, nobody flirts with his girl right under his nose. 

If on the other hand, Owen was not there, don’t worry a member of the Light Cavalry would be, maybe some meters away, but they would always be on the lookout for any kind of danger after Owen's relentless begging to not let you alone. 

If Owen left you for some minutes and came back seeing somebody trying to flirt with you and you smiling at them or even casually talking kindly to them, he would be pissed. 

After glaring at the person, he would cling to you, wrap an arm around your waist, pull you closer, kiss you on the forehead in front of them, and even go as far as grabbing your hand and kissing it while staring down at the person in front of him. 

After that, he would constantly hug you, and lean on you, giving you a puppy look and asking why you smiled at the person or talked with them, who they were, and if they were important to you.

No matter your answer he would have that sad puppy look on his face all the time after that. 

The best way to proceed with this guy is to give him a kiss out of nowhere or take him by surprise with something that he likes so he would forget about the incident.

Joker

He is a very jealous type.

If he sees someone flirting with you, he is not going to let that pass. He will wait for you to finish talking with them, send you home, and then smash their face if they are a guy in the back of an alley. 

Nobody approaches his girl or dares to flirt with her.

He won’t be telling you any of that though, he will act as if everything is okay and he doesn’t care about the other person. But you will be able to notice the way he harshly grabs onto the chair he is sitting on. Or how his whole mood will change into a gloomy one.

If you ask why he is acting that way he won't tell you the truth and act as if everything it’s fine.

Worse if someone is flirting with you and he sees that you are actually enjoying the conversation. That person might end up half-dead at the door of the hospital the next day.

After that, he will be all petty, and not respond to anything you ask or say. Will look away, and this time if you ask him what’s wrong he will just give you the silent treatment. 

It’s not because he is petty about you talking with other guys, it's because he, like Vinny, feels that he is not good enough for you and you deserve more than he has to offer. 

This attitude of his won’t last long anyway. As soon as he sees that he has upset you, he will go to the underground fighting club. He won’t meet you for a week working hard day and night making money so he can buy something for you.

When he comes with his gift he will wait for you at your front door and if you don’t go out he might sleep there the whole night clutching tightly onto the present he has for you.

How can you even think of being mad at him after that? You will forgive him and try to talk it out so there won’t be a next time.

[thursdaygxrls]

thin ice — one

part one | part two | part three

summary — she didn’t handle the sports section of the campus newspaper, but apparently, she did this week. interviewing hockey players was easy, though—unless one of those players happened to be peter parker.

pairing — uni hockey player!peter parker x fem!journalist!reader

disclaimers — i don’t own peter parker. and pls don't come for me with the accuracy of this situation i'm begging

warnings — reader is referred to as ‘kitty’ (there’s a reason, i promise), slight one sided enemies to lovers, sewer slide jokes (very briefly), possible maybe slightly ooc, and very unedited

“You’re joking. You’re pulling the biggest prank I’ve ever seen, you are the impractical joker,” she huffs out, her eyes wide as furiously clicks her mouse, “I’m gonna die. I’m writing the note tonight—farewell, my lovely!”

“Woah, okay,” MJ, her roommate, had only just entered the room when she was bombarded with a sudden rant. She didn’t even have time to take down her ponytail of thin, red braids before her eardrums were assaulted.

“I mean it.” Spinning her chair, she meets MJ’s eyes.

“I literally just got here,” MJ plops down on the bed in front of the desk, “Care to tell me why you’re writing that note?”

“I’m a dumb, dumb girl, that’s why,” she groans in response.

“We already knew that.” MJ’s words only cause the girl in front of her to shoot daggers with her gaze; “Sorry, sorry. Why are you a dumb, dumb girl?”

“God, okay, so,” she lets out a loud sigh, “Eli is gonna be gone for the rest of the month—Europe or something, good for him. Anyways, they needed someone to cover his assignments for him until he gets back, and I volunteered, but, like, only to be nice, y’know? I did it as an obligation. But…”

“But?” MJ pressed.

“I just got an email, and it’s me,” she grumbled, “They’re putting me on Eli’s assignments.”

“Hm, I see,” MJ’s lips curl into a frown as she gently rubs the girl’s arm, “Too much work?”

“Oh, no, my stuff’s easy,” she waved her off, “Just reading the poetry submissions. I mean, it can be exhausting, but it’s not too bad.”

“Then what is it?” MJ cocks her head.

“Eli…Eli does sports,” she shuddered. MJ couldn’t contain the loud laugh that slipped out, clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle it.

“You’re worried about sports?” She giggles, her eyes twinkling.

“It’s not funny!” She smacks MJ lightly, “Sports aren’t unbearable or anything, but, like, why me? I don’t know enough! I’ll screw it up, I’ll lose my spot, they’ll stick me back in—”

“Relax,” MJ grabs her shoulders, bringing her closer, “First off, no, you won’t lose your spot, we both know they’d be losing their minds without you. Second, they wouldn’t just throw it on you if they thought you’d give them bad work, right?” She eyes MJ almost suspiciously. There’s a momentary stare-down before she relents.

“I hate that you’re right,” she sighs, spinning her chair around. MJ stops the spin by putting her hands down on the arms of the chair.

“Thought you’d be used to it by now,” she giggles, “So, what do you have to do?”

“I don’t know.” Is the mumbled reply.

“You didn’t even look?” MJ laughs again, “You were losing your mind, and you didn’t even know what you’re doing?”

“I’m sorry that I’m sensitive,” she huffs. Her gaze moves back to the laptop before her. The email is open on the screen, so she begins scrolling through it, MJ reading the words over her shoulder. Her eyes nearly bulge out of her head when she gets to the end.

“Fuck this,” she almost slams her laptop shut, but is stopped short by MJ.

“Slow down!” The redhead slaps her hand out of the way to read the rest of the email.

The ESU hockey team had made it to the NCAA Division I Men's Ice Hockey tournament for the first time in six years—and they were doing damn good. Eli had been tasked with interviewing the team captain as well as a few other star players, but, of course, it was no longer Eli's job.

"Oh, come on,” MJ rolled her eyes, “They gave you a Google Doc with questions, all you have to do is ask them and write down their response."

“That's the problem, I have to ask,” she shivered.

"You've done interviews before!" MJ was ready to smack her.

"With professors! And cool artsy people! Not hockey guys," she cringed, “I bet half of them are in a frat. They're probably gonna be assholes and tell me I have cooties."

“Are you twelve?” MJ groaned, “You sort of lucked out with this—half the work is already done for you! You don’t need to write up any questions!” A sigh left her lips as she took on a more comforting tone: “If it makes you feel any better, Harry is on the team.”

Ah, Harry. MJ had been seeing him for a little over a month by now. He wasn’t a bad guy at all. A little full of himself, but nice enough to talk to. Her eyes roved over the list of players she was set to interview. Sure enough, Harry Osborn was there. So was Miles Morales, who was described as an extremely promising freshman. Zack Coleson, who had the highest number of goals for the season. Last on the list was the team captain: Peter Parker.

“I can talk to Harry,” MJ offered, “I can let him know that it’s you doing the interviews. I’ll make sure he tells them to go easy on you—”

“No, no,” she shook her head, “That might make it worse. And they already know that it’s not Eli coming. Or they should, at least”

“You sure?” MJ quirked a brow, her features crinkling in a way that was only intelligible as concern.

“They’ll be walking on eggshells around me if they know I’m chickenshit, I won’t get a good interview,” she sighed. Even if the interview wasn’t what she wanted to do, she was going to have to. And she would do a good job—a great job.

“You got this, Kitty,” MJ squeezed her shoulders. The nickname pulled a smile from her, and she gave into MJ’s touch.

“We’ll see about that,” she relented. Her eyes traveled back to the computer screen. The interviews were scheduled two days from now at the Stark Memorial Rink.

“Hey, MJ,” she hummed, “Could you grab me my noose?”

The rink was colder than she expected. The empty stands provided no body heat, not to mention there was a literal sheet of ice on the floor. Tugging at the strap of her messenger bag, she took slow, careful steps to the plexiglass.

Clink.

Her eyes widened. There were around ten to fifteen guys in full gear out on the ice, and another ten to fifteen more on a bench near the glass or flitting around the edge of the rink. She was nervous, so she got there early. Now, she was stuck watching them practice.

Leaving was so tempting. She could go back to her dorm, or better yet, leave college entirely. She could just give up and fall off the grid, cut her credit cards, throw her phone in the ocean, sail off to Greece—

“Hello?”

She cursed the muffled voice that pulled her back into reality. Blinking, she found that standing before her was one of the very hockey players she’d seen skating on the rink before her. He was tall, and gear under his black and purple jersey made him appear far more bulkier than she theorized he was. He slipped his helmet off to reveal brown, curly hair that was drenched in sweat.

“Hi,” she replied, trying not to sound as nervous as he would. He cocked his head at her as he popped out his mouth guard.

“This is a closed practice,” he said, though, he didn’t sound all too upset that she was here.

“Oh, yeah, I know,” she nodded quickly, her fingers toying with the strap of her bag again, “I’m a bit early, I’m supposed to be interviewing some people on the team. I’m—”

“Kitty?” She was interrupted by the sound of a voice as well as skates scraping across the ice. Glancing past the guy in front of her, she saw Harry slide off the ice and clomp to benches where they currently were.

“Hey, Harry.” Her lips were screwed up in a tight grin. He’d heard MJ call her Kitty once, and now it was the only thing he’d refer to her as.

“Kitty?” Mystery guy repeated the name with a hint of intrigue.

“It’s not my real name, my friends just call me that,” she shook her head.

“What’re you doing here?” Harry asked, swinging an arm around the shoulder of the guy in front of her.

“I’m Eli’s replacement,” she explained, trying to plaster a friendly smile to her lips, “I’m doing the interviews.”

“Aw, shit, why didn’t MJ tell me we got the cool Kitty-cat on the case?” Harry grinned.

“Could you try to never say those words again? Really hated it, thanks,” her nose crinkled.

“You got it.” He tried to point finger guns at her, but with the thick gloves on, it just looked like he was pointing his whole hand.

“Hey,” he started up again, “You’re a little early, so practice isn’t over yet, but we’re almost done. It’s just the four of us, right?”

“Right,” she nodded in response. It was a relief that they’d been briefed on the situation.

“Alright, well, I’m Harry, obviously, Miles and Zack are on the ice somewhere, and this right here—” Harry jostled the shoulders of the Mystery guy, “—is Peter. Oh captain, my captain!”

Peter chuckled as Harry clapped him on the back. The noise that emanated from the friendly hit was harsh, but Peter didn’t move a muscle.

“Right,” she nodded, “So, I figured we could do them individually? There’s some sort of specific questions for each of you.”

“Sounds good, Kitty,” Harry replied. She’d smack him if he said that name again.

“Sit tight for a bit,” Peter spoke up. Even with the stubble on his chin, his smile gave him a boyish appearance. He looked her up and down quickly, “We can try to wrap up practice early.”

'A bit' ended up feeling like forever. At first, she tried to distract herself with her phone, but it didn't work: she would open apps, scroll through them, then close them just to reopen them over and over again. So she organized her bag, which took about five minutes. Time seemed to tic by in a tauntingly slow manner. It was only when she saw a few of the players emerge from the locker room did she let out a breath of relief. She immediately sucked that breath back when she realized that she would actually have to talk to some of them.

Harry went first. It was easy enough to go through the questions with him. It was like talking to an over-eager relative at a family reunion, one who was just dying to talk about all the new things they're doing. Miles wasn't all that bad to interview, either. He was a lot more nervous than she was. His awkward pauses and constant strings of 'um' and 'uh' was almost comforting. Then came Peter.

"Kitty," he grinned as soon as he saw her seated on the bench next to the rink. He no longer wore his gear—just a hoodie and a pair of gray sweats. His hair, however, was still wet and tousled. She gave him a tight lipped smile in return.

"That's not my name," she replied. Before she had time to properly introduce herself, his raspy chuckle was already echoing through the open arena.

"You said that's what your friends call you, right?" He cocked his head as he sat down on the other edge of the bench.

"You're not—” If she could just make it through the interview without fuss, she'd be one person away from being free, "—right. That's what my friends call me."

"I'm going to be recording this, just so I can reference it later," she explained almost monotonously.

"This isn't my first time," he responded with another light laugh. She had to physically bite her tongue to fight off any comments. A soft click sounded from her phone as she started a new voice memo. Her eyes scanned the list of questions on the page before her. Some she'd already asked to Harry and Miles: How does it feel to make the tournament? What is the atmosphere of the team right now? She chose a fresh question to start with.

"What's it like to be the captain of this team? Are you proud? Overwhelmed?" She asked, her voice taking on a new tone closer to a news anchor than a regular person. Peter's lips curled up at the change.

"I'm proud, yeah," he nodded, his voice smooth, "This is a great group. But we all work our asses off, so I'm not surprised by how far we've come. Being their captain is really something."

"And—"

"Do you normally do sports? For the paper, I mean." Before she could even get her next sentence out, he interrupted her. Her grip on the papers in her hand tightened.

"No, not normally," she grit out, "And going along with your thoughts on being captain, what about making it to the tournament this year?"

"It's the best feeling in the world. It's something I've been chasing after for years now, finally getting to it is just...sort of indescribable." Even when his tone is nothing but sincere, he can't wipe the cocky grin from his lips.

"I can imagine," she smiled tautly in reply, "What was it like working your way up to captain? Was it a personal journey, or did you get support from the team?"

"I'd say it was an even mix of both," he hummed, "Do you like hockey?"

"What?" She furrowed her brows.

"Are you a hockey fan?" He reiterated, "Because our next game is home, and it's sort of packed, but I could get you some tickets assuming you don't have some already—"

"No—Peter," she let out a frustrated huff, tapping on her phone to momentarily pause the recording, "This is an interview, not social hour."

"Aren't interviews inherently social?" His smirk was infuriating.

"I mean that I ask the questions, you answer them," she grumbled, "Do you act like this with Eli? Are you not taking me serious because I'm a woman?"

"What?" His smirk fell immediately, "What? No—no. I'm taking you seriously, I take women very seriously. I'm all for women. They're great."

"Then can we just do this interview and get it over with?" She sighed, her finger hovering over the unpause button. He nodded, but before she could resume the interview, he quickly added: "But do you want tickets?"

Ignoring the question, she carried on. Peter seemed to mellow out after a while and didn't interrupt again. It was almost surprising how well he'd listened: he was giving her real, insightful answers to her questions without a hint of flirtation. The final interview with Zack flowed easily, and she fled Stark Memorial Rink as quick as she could.

Transcribing the interviews was the easiest part. Days later, she would be hunched over her computer in the darkness of her shared dorm, playing and replaying the recordings and typing out the words onto the screen. Her concentration was briefly interrupted, though, when the door opened and a stream of light threaded its way through the room and onto the back of her head.

"Light bad!" She slapped her hands over her eyes, "Light very bad!"

"You're gonna go blind if you keep staring at your computer in the dark," MJ spoke in a warning tone, but ultimately closed the door.

"Then blind I must go," she sighed, swiveling on her chair to look at her roommate, "How was class?"

"Normal," MJ shrugged, sliding her bag off her shoulders, "But I have a little something for you."

"Something for little ol' me?" She gasped in dramatized delight.

"Yes," MJ grinned widely as her hand reached for the zipper of her bag, "Close your eyes."

She obliged immediately, her nose scrunched in anticipation, "I hope it's a million dollars. Is it a million dollars? Am I close?"

"Almost," MJ giggled. After a moment of anticipation, MJ gently grabbed her hands and place something into them. It was thin and papery and rectangular. Opening her eyes, she looked down to see a white envelope with 'Kitty' written out on the front. Her brows furrowed at the unfamiliar handwriting.

"Is there a check for a million dollars inside?" She asked as she cocked her head.

"No clue, it's not from me," MJ shrugged.

"Then who's it from?" Her fingers slid under the lip of the envelope.

"Harry gave it to me to give to you," MJ grinned, "He said it's from Peter."

She should've sailed to Greece when she had the chance. Inside the envelope were two tickets—Empire State University versus Pennbrook University this Saturday at seven. A long groan left her lips before she finally met MJ's eyes.

"You never got me that noose I asked for."

a/n — not sure how i’m feeling abt this one guys. hockey peter has been causing me brain rot tho so i couldn’t help myself.

[blue-sterling0357]

May I have ciel, alois, joker , dagger, and vincent Phantomhive with a s/O.The one with the demeanor of the gentle kanae, the elegant shinobu like the butterfly 🦋 and the cheerful plus kindness like mitsuri kanroji. I know my request is not important so you can ignore this 👏 , I really like the whole story and your blog everything is perfect💯👍👏

(My favourite request in a while! I added Sebastian too! Sorry... Angst in Joker's because you die alongside him... :> )

Black Butler X Mitsuri/Shinobu! Reader

Sebastian Michaelis

✥ Sebastian is blatantly happy with himself for meeting someone like you, don't tell him I told you, he won't ever admit it, stupid demon thinking he's all that when he isn't shit.....

✥ If there is one thing you both are known and noticed for, is you guys beauty, I mean you with your amazing (h/c) hair with pink ends and you reek of elegance and superiority while him, he's tall and very handsome might I add.

✥ Also as Sebastian's significant other, you probably do know he's a demon, but you like him, cause he doesn't kill and eat humans like the ones in your place.

✥ Sebastian loves you so much, you're so very kind even to creatures like him, upon learning of your past, where your fiance rejected you because you would eat more the other girls, because of your unusual hair, because of your strength, it was the first time he had ever felt his blood boil so much.

✥ He is proud of you that you stood back on your feet and how you fight demons, he learns it takes immense power to not only be a hashira but also create a poison strong and lethal enough to kill them, that's impressible!

✥ Sebastian also knows of how demons killed you elder sister and how you thus have anger which you often lace with a smile because you sister liked when you smile, he can feel your anger...

✥ Sebastian has tried to tone down your obsession on Sakura mochi and you definitely weren't happy about it, but once learning how you lose your pink tips and how your hair is coloured simply because of how much you eat, you get a few Sakura Mochi, simply only to keep your adorable pink tips in your hair.

✥ Sebastian when he first made food for you, he made enough to fill you by looking at your figure, you were quite thin, but you finished all the food in only aa few minutes and were still hungry, that's when he learnt about you humongous appetite of that compared to three sumos. He is impressed, a tad bit scared because is this normal?? Also ready to make good food for you!!

✥ Sebastian often sits there while you work as doctor at the butterfly mansion with your younger sisters and the three Butterfly girls, he also learnt about Tamayo, you both would help each other make poisons and sometimes Sebastian would also learnt to make some and help you with fighting demons.

✥ Of-course he isn't able to kill them as they only regenerate, he learns how the demons at your place only die of sunlight, if Muzan gets mad and only if they get mutilated by a demon slayer's sword, he obviously knows how to use a katana and so sometimes he kills little demons here and there for fun.

✥ Sanemi, Obanai and others obviously didn't take well to you dating a demon and they thought he was trying to date to get info for Muzan and so tried to kill him by bringing him in the sunlight, and since Sebastian was only standing there all confused everyone was shocked, until you explained he was a different type of demons and told them how they don't like to eat humans that way, they understood him though still a bit doubtful.

✥ He saw you kill the spider girl, he did find it hot when you threatened to gouge out her eyes or slash her stomach and organs, he finally saw you using your insect breathing for the first time, he finds it very beautiful! He also learns your breathing style by the way, neither you nor him understand how and why because first, he's a demon and second he isn't going to die in the way demons under Muzan die.?????

✥ Oh speaking of Muzan, he found Sebastian doing things and learnt he was also a demon and asked Sebastian to help him find the blue spider lily because he thought Sebastian was also using his blood and when Sebastian was attacked by him and threatened to take his blood and nothing happened, that is when Muzan realized he was fucked, Muzan was safe tho, because Sebastian was distracted by you....

✥ Sebastian is very much familiar with the fact that you have incredible physical strength because once you were returning from a two week mission when Sebastian welcomed you and in excitement and happiness you hugged him so tightly and you didn't realise you picked him up from the floor upto two feet in the air and it wasn't until Sebastian started speaking that you realized how strong you are and put him down apologizing a bit...

✥ If there is one thing Sebastian dislikes a bit about you is how you find everybody so cute and simp over them all the time! Cause he's a demon and he is naturally possessive and protective of you, it's fine he feels better when you began simping over him again after he does one tiny thing which you find hot!

✥ Oh, Ciel also asks you to bake him sweet-treats cause other than being a demon slayer, you have a bakery business which you handle with the snake Hashira, Obanai, your best-friend and your sibling!

✥ You are very smart, you created a poison powerful enough to kill a demon and thus, you tried making a thing for temporarily helping Sebastian become human in which you kind of succeeded, cause after trying it on Sebastian, he can "turn" on his taste buds on demand, because he ans to taste you delicacies and foods an to make sure the food he's cooking is good as well...

✥ Oh, he saw a photo of your family and he found out you got your strength from your dad, he saw that you also earned his adorable cheek moles, you also have a brother and you how lifted a HUGE ROCK as a baby...he is tad bit worried, but over all in love!

✥ Oh and you also help in fighting with your katan laced with wisteria poison, though Sebastian disapproves of this he only does this because he knows you can fight, but if it's a his type of demon demon, he's putting the place on lockdown because ain't no way in hell is he letting you fight any demons more than you already do!

Ciel PhantomHive

✥ Ciel and you, his S/O were one hell of a couple! You, a bubby, elegant and sweet person also very smart may I add, while him, cold, quiet, annoyed, strict, though smart as well!

✥ Ciel finds you very peculiar, he knows of your past, your fiance hating the fact that you eat more than other girls, how your hair colour was weird and how you were strong and how demons killed your beloved sister. He finds you very strong to bear all that and still stay happy, I mean how could you be so bubbly and kind, when he is still looking for people who killed his parents.

✥ When you first met Ciel, it was because he was hurt and you were the best doctor of the place, he was there at the butterfly mansion, when you walked in and god forbid, your beauty took his breath away, literally and figuratively because he ended up having a asthma attack and Sebastian always made fun of Ciel for that..

✥ He is very proud of you as well, how you stopped caring how people view your appetite, strength and looks, because as long as you are happy and achieving your goals, people have no right to try and take them away from your simply because you don't look normal.

✥ He watches you train everyday! I mean, he is terrified and interested at your immense flexibility training and how strong you are physically, you can pick up Bard and Sebastian single handedly at the same time, he learnt your strength is very helpful in killing the demons in your area, because it takes immense strength to cut a demon's head off.

✥ Speaking of killing demons, you can easily kill a demon by cutting their head off and yet you also use your brain to make a poison lethal enough to kill them in case of a position you're not strong enough to kill them, Ciel definitely tried to use it on Sebastian....

✥ Oh and he encourages your obsession with Sakura mochi, because he learnt that once when Sebastian cut off the Sakura Mochi from a particular diet you asked him to give you, Ciel learnt how your hair loose it's beautiful pink strands, when you stopped eating them and because they're a trade mark beauty feature of yours, he was very angry and demanded you get off the diet and continue with your Sakura Mochi obsession to bring back your pink tips!

✥ Speaking of mochi, Ciel now always eats sweet dishes because you own a bakery with your siblings, and your sweets taste very good and you cook amazing food and of-course it is now Ciel's comfort food and he demands it when he is having late-night cravings.

✥ Your bakery is most definitely famous, and you always help Bard make food as every noble is jealous of the Phantomhive manor's good sweets and amazing foods

✥ Ciel also learnt about Kanao and how she uses a coin and how she was treated, he felt bad for her and he formed a soft connection with her, Kanao learnt about Ciel's past while she told him about her past and they ecause good friends, Kanao likes him and trusts you for choosing him

✥ Ciel watches you and Tamayo make poisons and often asks Sebastian to bring a demon so you and Tamayo can test it's lethality on it and see the side-effects!

✥ You know how girls sit on their boyfriends' backs when they push up? Yeah, instead it's Ciel who sits on your back while you do push-ups and you can go forever without getting tired cause Ciel is very light! And so Ciel reads a medium size books while you do pushups or planks.

✥ You introduced Ciel and the staff to Kamaboko squad and Nezuko loves him, Ciel is generally enjoying her and Tanjirou's company becuse he learns how their family was also slaughtered, while he is absolutely angry around Zenitsu because he doesn't like the fact that Zenitsu is absolutely flirting with you. He's neutral with Inosuke, mainly cause he doesn't care about the boy but when Inosuke took off his mask, Ciel is very surprised to see a pretty girl's face on a wild boar's body, he's fine with it....kind of angry when he goes around fighting and being angry at people

✥ Tanjirou and Nezuko know about Sebastian being demon because you told them and Ciel likes the surprising fact that Tanjirou's smelling sense are god-tier and how his forehead is rock-hard, because he once bashed his head on a table in frustration and it broke into smithereens, scaring the staff. Mey-rin and Finny love Nezuko, they find her adorable but confused as to why she wears a muzzle and though they know you have demons in your world, they understand not to ask about it.

✥ Okay, let's continue with your relationship! Ciel, for once finds your humongous appetite to be quite insatiable sometimes, but nothing Sebastian's cooking can't fix, he knows how much to make for you and since you feel upset for increasing their work, you help by helping Mey-rin clean the dishes and make sure she doesn't do anything weird or break anything!

✥ Ciel also gets highly jealous when you start complimenting people because you find them cute or beautiful or hot, but it's fine cause you always come back to him and shower him in the compliments for than anyone else and you can also sense he's mad...

✥ He finds you very elegant, exactly like a butterfly and whenever you fight a demon you sometimes show him how you use your breathing style and though you can't actually see it , he can feel it, pretty butterflies fluttering around.

Alois Trancy

✥ He is very much questioning how you aren't mad about your past with you ex-fiancee and your elder sister being killed by a demon, because he feels his blood burn when you told him about...

✥ Alois very much understands your hate for demons, yet you're still very kind to hannah, the triplets and Claude. You're very kind and you still like to help the five demons, even though you hate demons, not all, but enough demons!

✥ Now, you're very pretty and that's something Alois loves, he is always ready to dress you up in very pretty dresses and clothing, he loves to you dressed up in your kimonos or yukatas, or a training uniform, he likes to stare cause he's a little perv..

✥ Okay, but facts the fact that he is scared and turned on by your training, you're so flexible, it's scary, and your strength..GOD! HE LOVES A STRONG LADY who is sweet..he's weird..But ngl, he's supportive of your job and work as your S/O, that's nice of him, isn't it??

✥ Okay, your appetite is accepted, eh doesn't even realize a lot that you're eating WAYYY MORE than a normal persons; only 3 sumos appetite much, but he accepts it and asks Claude and Hannah more like DEMANDED them to make more food for you and you help them in cleaning the dishes.

✥ Oh, he saw how MANY sakura mochis you ate and he demanded you stop and you stopped for a while and then he noticed how your hair was no longer pink and he apologized while crying in your lap and you continued with your love for it. He is honestly very sorry, eh loves your pink hair tips and needs them in his life to survive...

✥ He is obsessed with you carrying him like a princess in your arms, since you're so strong it's like you're holding a couple of grapes in your hands but it's Alois, and yes, he does get mad when Claude tries to take him away from you...

✥ He wants to learn how to handle the katana but always somehow ends up hurting himself or doing something to the katana, when you tell him how katana are specially made for particular breathing style, he tones down the fun things for a bit, but he's surprised at how you wield the Love breathing sword, when Claude told him a similar thing in India martial art, which you have to fold after using it, but your sword is kinda different so he prefers not to touch it in case he damages it, he will apologize!

✥ Oh and if he's ever sick, no way will he let anyone treat him other than you...If anyone even tries to touch him, he'll stab them...not to worry, he'll listen to you like an obedient person and lover he is..

✥ Oh and he does not eat treats unless they're from your hand, he loves sweets from your bakery, he will always help you financially, but he enjoys going to your bakery...

✥ Gets jealous very easily and will yell at you for finding other people attractive or cute, but look at him angrily or just be upset with him, he will apologize, he just doesn't want you to leave him!

✥ He finds your family quite adorable as well, especially how you inherited your dad's cheek moles and strength and how you were able to pick up a HUGE stone as a child, he wants you to carry him everywhere you can!!!

✥ He finds your intelligence hot and great! You made a poison to kill the demons in your world, which aren't killed by anything except sunlight, muzan being angry or getting their head chopped off by a demon slayer, so it's a VERY BIG feat! He is very proud of you~

Joker

✥ Well there are many types of people in the Noah's Ark circus and you were one particular one and why you may ask? It's because you're dating Joker, duh!

✥ He found you very beautiful for your gorgeous purple and pink tips and gorgeous sparkling eyes, and amazing strength and intelligent mind which you use as a weapon to kill demons!...Aren't you an amazing thing to be in Noah's Ark?~

✥ If you don't mind doing shows with him, he will be happy, he finds it quite nice how flexible you are..and obviously some dirty thoughts come to mind at first, but he won't do them unless you're comfortable...He finds you just very pretty is all!!

✥ He finds you just as strong as he and the OG members of Noah's ark are; the pain you must have felt when you were torn apart for your beauty by your fiance the one whom you loved...how he hated how much you ate, how much your pretty hair disgusted him...but how much stronger you came back as, even after all the pain from that you lost your darling sister!

✥ Though he knows of the fact that you hide your anger under your smile because your sister liked your smile, he knows your hatred for a particular demons runs deep but you don't hate all of them, which is very surprising! But he's happy as long as you smile genuinely around him!

✥ He will definitely overwatch your training and get scared at it, you're so freaking strong and FAST?! HOW? oh right...killing demons..But still he finds it quite fascinating!

✥ He also learnt how you bought Kanao, and how she was also very similar to you, elegant and sweet looking, when he first met her, they were quite awkward, before Kanao asked how you were doing cause now you lived so far from her and she was also missing you a bit... In the end, she ended giving him a hug and in return he gave her a few headpats, he also made her a pretty butterfly pair of hairclip matching with you, so she could feel closer to you!

✥ Oh and he is always praising your intelligence, cause not only did you make poison lethal enough to kill demons but also help them increase their audience by quite a large number!!

✥ He will always compliment or praise you because he did not like how your fiance degraded you, he wants you to know you're gorgeous!!! He will not stand you thinking you're ugly, when you can make a life earnings with your looks only!!!

✥ You both died side-by-side...he held onto your body very tightly, and you held onto him equally tightly, He comforted you saying it was just wrong time..

"...Shhh...I'm sorry..I'm so very sorry my love...This just wasn't out time...Maybe we'll meet again...in another life...and in life after that...and every life we will have... I love you.." and if you both got a proper funeral... you had to buried right into one large coffin, cause he could not be pulled away from you...and people didn't even have the heart to... :>

Vincent PhantomHive

✥ Vincent was a incredible man, and so it was not surprising when he had equally as gorgeous S/O as you.. you were quite a something, very much known in between other nobles...

✥ He is constantly worried for your safety as a demon slayer; he knows he shouldn't be cause you're a Hashira, but still! Whenever he knows you fight some lower demon, he is not worried, but when he received the news that you fouuntil you come back safe to him...ght some stronger demon, he is constantly pacing and worried...

✥ He will never fail to compliment you, he will compliment he finds you think is stupid or ugly or whenever you're feeling insecure or self-conscious and compliment you! It's his job as your husband after all!!

✥ Oh, speaking of compliments, his main reason to give you millions of compliments is because he heard about your previous fiancee and how he treated you, shamed you and everything else and how you hid yourself from being your true self even in the few years you met him, you hid yourself...he will never let that happen again. Never again.

✥ Vincent is an exceptionally kind man....he never treat anyone cruelly...but god has he never felt so much anger before...how dare someone so lowlife get the audacity to comment on your appearance..and that demon...he killed your darling sister...you're extremely strong and he's very much blown away by you and he admires you so much!!!

✥ He doesn't want you to be ashamed of your beauty which brings people to their knees..which makes people lose their breaths..which makes people question if they want to be you or be with you...how can you not see it in yourself?

✥ Oh and...he is definitely concerned about your intake of Sakura Mochi..let's pretend all the victorian intelligence for women isn't there...He did try to slow it down a bit, but it only made you slightly upset and lose your gorgeous pink tips...and he felt upset seeing you upset, so he began continuing your obsession!

[tsuvvy]

"I thought you wanted a nemesis.."

Pairing: Harley Quinn x platonic batgirl y/n

Summary: Harley Quinn (from her series show) meets Batgirl (y/n), who tries to be her nemesis much like Damian did

Warning: The only name used for you is Batgirl

A/n: I remember finding another person's post that inspired this, but it was a while ago, and I never put a link or anything to it anywhere. So if you are a maker of anything similar pls know I'm not trying to copy without giving credit. I just couldn't find your post 😭🙏

Clayface yelled, catching the attention of Harley. When she turned around, she watched Clayface fall into two, his top half sliding off of his bottom and landing on the floor with a splat. Behind him stood Batgirl with a pretty long dagger.

"Aw, c'mon!" Harley groaned, grabbing her bat from her bag as she blocked a hit from Batgirl. "I'm not gonna fight another kid!" She yelled. Batgirl raised her foot, kicking Harley in the stomach and sending her backwards.

"I thought you wanted a nemesis." Batgirl spoke bluntly.

"Not a kid!" She yelled, "I've already made that clear with Robin! Don't you Batman sidekicks talk?" Harley spoke as she stood up, waving her hand to emphasize what she was saying.

"Yeah, Robin won't stop talking about how you get on his nerves.." Batgirl scratched at her chin as she spoke awkwardly. "Oh! I also wanted to say, your hair is really pretty!"

Harley's mouth fell agape, "really kid? Don't think complimenting me is gonna get you on my nemesis side or whatever.." She crossed her arms. "Let's go, Clayface!" Harley said, turning to walk out at the guy reformed next to her.

"And also!" Harley turned back around to face Batgirl, "I think it's really cool how you finally stood up to the Joker, he was never nice to you.."

Harley stood there for a second before smiling softly. "Thanks, kid."

[thesandsofelsweyr]

THE SUS BOY NEXT DOOR

《 PART 1/3 // READ ON AO3 // TAG 》

After coming back from a terrible blind date your asshole neighbor is the last person you want to see right now. He doesn’t have his signature scowl for you tonight, however. Tonight he seems terrified.

《WORDS》 2,809 《CHAPTERS》 1 2 3

《PAIRING》 Arkhamverse Jason Todd x Female Reader

《TROPES》 Hurt/Comfort, First Meetings, Neighbors, Pre-Relationship

《WARNINGS》 Aftermath of Torture/Violence (canon typical), Panic Attacks, Scars, Blood and Injury, Swearing

《NOTES》

This takes place immediately after Jason leaves his failed Batman confrontation and run-in with the Joker from Arkham Knight: Genesis Part 6.

Reader is a true crime addict who enjoys red wine 🍷

This is my first attempt at a reader-insert fic 🙃

Yes this is a repost. My blog is still new so Tumblr didn't allow my original post to appear in the tags. (Shout out to the 10 of you who still managed to find & like the original 🥰)

《 ALSO ON AO3 》 (comments & kudos there are very much appreciated!)

You climb the last flight of steps up to the fourth floor of your apartment building, stomping each stair into submission as you go. You’re still fuming from the blind date you just escaped. That is the absolute last time you ever let Erin set you up with one of her stock broker bro coworkers. You don’t care how hot or rich they are; you are done. Done, done, stick a fork in you. You love your bestie but by God does the woman have terrible taste in men or what.

Both of the pricks she handpicked for you were narcissistic know-it-alls with egos the size of Texas; a pair of swine in designer suits (who, to Erin’s credit, were smoking hot but that’s beside the point.) Once the pig from tonight decided that you weren’t trophy wife material he became far more interested in his phone than he was in you. And the last pig coddled you like you were a delicate, empty-headed damsel in distress who was lucky to be granted the honor of his company and conversation. You should’ve learned your lesson after that first failed date with Dalton Rockefeller-Vanderbilt (or whatever old money asshole last name he had) but you’ve been feeling lonely lately, especially after Ash introduced you to the fab guy she’s dating (an accountant with a perfectly plebeian name of Abe).

You glare down the hallway as you ascend enough to peek over the top of the stairs. Oh great, you think sourly, pursing your lips, your face hardening into a study in once I step inside that door I’m downing a shot of whiskey before turning up an overflowing glass of wine. You stare molten daggers at the tall, brawny guy in your sights. It’s the hot asshole who lives beside you; the last person you want to see tonight. He’s standing, hunched as ever, in front of his door, key poised for the deadbolt, wearing that same teal baseball cap and red hoodie that he never seems to take off. Your jaw tightens. You’ve tried to be nice to the brute—flashing him a smile, saying hello—but all you’ve ever gotten in return was a scowl, if he deigned to acknowledge you at all. Well, you’re fresh out of smiles tonight, jerk.

A flutter of unease tickles your tummy as you step onto the landing, into the narrow hallway with him, your back turned to the only exit, a six foot tall sus man between you and your apartment. You stand up straighter, squaring your shoulders, trying to make yourself look and feel taller. It’s late, and your building is eerily quiet while the city is abuzz with incessant sirens. The usual ensemble of notorious nutjobs are fighting yet another battle in their never-ending war with their rival nutjob who dresses up like a Bat.

Nutjobs like this guy…

You reach into your handbag and grab your keys in your fist, sliding the sharp ends between your fingers, ready to stab at some eyeballs. (You regrettably didn’t have room for your taser or mace in this bag so you have to improvise.) It’s your own fault that you suspect the guy’s a sociopath lying in wait to jump you. You made up a serial killer backstory for him—the result of one too many true crime podcast binges—despite not even knowing the guy’s name. You can’t help it. He gives off serious Ted Bundy vibes. Well, maybe that’s unfair to Ted. Ted would’ve at least smiled at you before bludgeoning you with a crowbar. This guy though…

This guy doesn’t have a scowl for you tonight. Actually, he seems startled by your sudden appearance in the hallway, dropping his keyring to the floor with a clatter that shatters the uneasy silence, causing you to jump. He ducks his red-hooded head between his hunched shoulders as you pass by, warily eying him, ready to stab those icy blue eyeballs of his if he tries anything.

You arrive at your door and take out your keyring, sighing with likely unnecessary relief as you slide the key into the lock. The guy’s probably a harmless weirdo incel who never learned how to talk to a woman. You steal one last peek over your shoulder at him, and watch as he stabs at his deadbolt with his key, hitting everywhere but the keyhole because, you realize with surprise, his hand is shaking too much to hit the target. This dude’s a disaster, you say to yourself as you turn the key in your own deadbolt. Then, as he misses the keyhole yet again, you hear yourself ask, “Do you need help?” in an annoyed tone. You didn’t mean to sound so bitchy but whatever. He shouldn’t be such a bitch to you.

He seems to jump at the sound of your voice, and his keyring clatters to the scuffed wood floor again. You stare back at him incredulously. Is he wasted or something? You wonder as that unsettling feeling creeps back in, prickling the hairs on the back of your neck. Your grip tightens around your doorknob as your pulse picks up speed.

“I’m fine,” he mumbles in response without sparing a glance in your direction.

“You don’t look fine,” you grumble back at him, the flames of irritation rekindled by his rudeness. Why should you care if the jerk’s too drunk or stoned to get in his apartment. Let his rude ass sleep on his doorstep. You shove open your door and take a stomped step across the threshold—you really need that glass of wine. Out of the corner of your eye you see him bend down to pick up his keys, then hear him groan like he’s in pain. You poke your head back around the doorframe, curious, and notice he’s doubled over now, clutching at his heaving chest, breathing hard and fast like he just ran a 5k or—your heart leaps inside your own chest—like he’s having a fucking heart attack. You watch, mouth agape, brows furrowed, as he sinks to his knees, a handful of red fabric still clenched in his trembling fist, then falls forward onto his free hand while he struggles to get control of his labored breathing. Crumpled on the floor like this, fighting for a breath, makes him seem so small, vulnerable, and not the least bit threatening; more like a boy who needs your help and less like an NFL quarterback who murders women on the side for fun.

Just go into your apartment, pour that extra large glass of merlot you’ve been fantasizing about since John Preston Anderson III introduced himself with his full name. Curl up on the sofa with In Cold Blood or a horde of shirtless, oiled, bronzed, and heartily-muscled Dothraki in your Game of Thrones rewatch. Who cares if the hot asshole serial killer next door has a heart attack? But you care apparently because you rush over to him instead, ignoring The Stranger Beside Me audiobook narrator inside your head warning you that this is a textbook Ted Bundy ploy, you idiot. You bend to help him, to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, and when your fingertips brush against him his entire body jerks away from you, like you zapped him with your taser. He throws up an arm to warn you off. “Don’t,” he snaps breathlessly before gulping down a lungful of air, then rasps: “Please don’t touch me.”

You bristle at his harsh rebuff but keep your temper in check since the guy’s clearly in crisis mode. “Should I call an ambulance? You look like you’re having a heart attack.”

“It’s… it’s not a heart attack… it just… feels like one.” He bites off each word, every breath precious. The fingers of his free hand dig into the hardwood floor.

“At least let me unlock your door for you,” you suggest shortly, biting your tongue before you can add: since you weren’t able to manage that yourself, then feeling guilty for even thinking that. What had the poor guy done to you tonight except happen to be standing in your shared hallway after some other asshole pissed you off?

He gives you a small, grudging nod so you retrieve his fallen keyring, wondering why a man needs so many damn keys. “The bronze one,” he grunts, as if he read your mind.

You unlock his door with the bronze key then push the door open while he drags himself to his feet behind you, huffing and groaning. The dimly lit apartment that greets you is sterile, spartan; that doesn’t help the serial killer vibes at all. One of the furnished units, you presume, since the furniture looks like it was plucked from the lobby of your building. The walls are white and bare; no art or posters or photos of him scowling beside a lover. And the place is spotless—you’d assume it was vacant if you didn’t know otherwise. A vision suddenly fills your mind, a vision of him on his knees, bright yellow dishwashing gloves pulled halfway up his muscular arms, an uncapped bottle of industrial bleach at his side as he scrubs at a puddle of blood while the lifeless corpse of the last girl who wandered in here lies wrapped up in blood-stained plastic behind him. Oh God, you even smell the bleach. But then you notice the stacks of paperback books here and there, the open sketch pad on the sofa with pencil-scribbled notes and drawings, some charging AirPods beside an iPad, another red hoodie—one that zips up the front—hanging from the back of a dining room chair, a gym bag, and atop the kitchen island, a rather happy-looking houseplant which, you have to admit, is kinda cute.

Before you can take in the rest of his place he staggers past you, bumping into your shoulder with a bruising force that knocks you sideways and nearly off your feet. Then with one last little wheeze, he topples over like an uprooted oak tree in a windstorm, smacking face first into the hardwood with a meaty thud that rattles the floor beneath you.

“Oh my God!” You squeal, covering your mouth with both hands. 

A shot of adrenaline pumps through your veins, spurring you into action. You snatch your phone from your bag with rubber fingers, nearly flinging it aside in your panic, and frantically dial 9-1-1, forgetting all about the emergency shortcuts created for just such an occasion. Your stomach dips at the sight of the bulky body lying prone at your feet, still and silent as the grave. As the phone rings—the long-familiar trilling sound now seemingly drawn out as if it will stretch into eternity—you kneel beside him to check his pulse and see if he’s still breathing, praying he isn’t a corpse, when you spot something that knocks the breath from your lungs and stops your heart dead in its tracks. With a cold, trembling hand you push up the tail of his hoodie…

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” The operator asks by rote, voice booming through your phone’s speaker, but you barely hear it over the alarm bells clanging inside your head. You’re gaping at the gun tucked into the waistband of his pants, unable to form any sort of response around your heart lodged in your throat.

“Hello?” the operator asks irritably.

“Hi, uh,” you start with a squeak, eyes still fixed on the textured grip of that deadly weapon, but then smack your lips shut. What are the cops gonna think when they see that gun? And what if he’s wanted for a crime or something and you get him arrested? He said it wasn’t a heart attack, acted like this had happened to him before. You can always call back if he’s actually dead or dying…

Why the hell does it matter if he gets arrested?? Your brain shouts back at you. Why are you even here in the first place when there’s an unopened bottle of merlot waiting for you in the safety of your apartment only a few footsteps away, where there’s not an unresponsive armed man who’s built like a tank, who doesn’t even need the gun when he could snap your tiny neck with those massive hands of his? Could the universe give you any clearer signals that “you in danger, girl”? Have you learned absolutely nothing from hours upon hours of Karen and Georgia? “Stay sexy and don’t get murdered”—this guy isn’t even nice to you! Don’t you dare hang up that phone…

“Um, I’m so sorry. I thought my neighbor was having a heart attack but-but he’s fine actually. False alarm. Sorry to bother you!” Your words tumble out in a rush then you smash the “End Call” button before you can get questioned further or chewed out for wasting their time. In the back of your mind you hear the recording of this 9-1-1 call replaying on the My Favorite Murder episode starring you, before the hostess pair warns their listeners not to make the same foolish mistake you just made.

You sit back on your heels, clammy hands kneading your knees while that chunk of baleful metal glares back at you from his waistband, like a coiled rattlesnake peeking out from beneath a rock. Your mind is racing as fast as your heart through scenarios that all end with you getting shot. Then your hands are moving with minds of their own, fingers curling around the textured grip, getting your dainty fingerprints all over the murder weapon as you slip it free. It’s heavier than you expected, you note as you grip it tighter, careful not to get your finger anywhere near that trigger. Heavy, but not heavy enough for something that can end a life in an instant. The thought makes you shudder. You place the gun on the floor then give it a shove, eager to be rid of it, praying that the damn thing won’t go off automatically as it slides across the hardwood floor out of reach. You’ve never touched a gun before this moment and have zero interest in shooting yourself in the face.

Now your attention shifts back to the poor guy who's still out cold. You lay your hand on his back and feel its steady rise and fall. Still breathing, thank God. Then with a grunt of effort and a mighty heave you manage to flip him over on his back. Immediately your hand shoots back to cover your mouth and you suck in a horrified breath as his pale face, previously hidden beneath the shadow of his hat and hood, becomes visible in the lamplight. 

You were expecting the weals on his chin and forehead, the blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his bottom lip swelling from where it busted when he fell flat on his face. What you weren’t expecting to find was dried blood smeared across his cheek up to his ear, or the J-shaped scar beneath his eye that you’d noticed before (it’s unfortunately hard to miss, despite his best efforts to hide it) weeping beads of fresh blood from where someone traced over it with a knife you assume, carving deep into his skin. But it wasn’t the sight of the blood or the crimson J that pulled the gasp from your throat and made your stomach nosedive like you were on a rollercoaster. Nope, that was your reaction to the angry red furrows encircling his throat around his Adam's apple, deep indentations where someone wrapped rope or wire or cable around his neck so tight that it embedded in his skin; ligature marks from where someone fucking strangled him.

You grab your phone then pause, biting at your lip. Maybe you should call 9-1-1 again. What if his windpipe is crushed? What if that’s why he was breathing so hard, why he fainted? Those marks are so deep… he could be seriously injured. But if he was seriously injured, why had he returned to his apartment instead of going to the ER? It seems like he made the choice for you.

You open your phone’s browser and type: how to treat strangulation injuries, then quickly skim over the top result. Ice. That seems simple enough, you tell yourself, noting that you can clean his J cuts with soap and water, at least until he wakes up. And if he doesn’t wake up soon? Well, then you’ll call the cops. After all, he’s probably a law abiding citizen who’s licensed to carry that gun; a guy that you just pinned as another one of the nutjobs because you always get paranoid about every stranger you see after your true crime binges. In your defense, this is Gotham-fucking-City and you’re a young single lady who lives alone. You’d be a fool not to be paranoid.

[sleepdeprivedandoverthinking]

I'm in the mood to draw wedding rings idk why

[pricetagofficial]

How Far We Fall -D.G.

Warnings: Language, angst, mentions of death, child loss, therapy, trauma, attempted murder, poor Tim is caught in the middle of this

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: You guys voted for the angst, well you got the angst. I don't actually remember how I came up with this. All I remember is that I wanted to write pain, and well here I am!

I am not sorry, you guys wanted this.

Dick couldn’t believe what he was looking at, here you were in front of him with a dagger to his younger brother’s throat, Tim’s throat, and a murderous look in your eyes. 

He watched as Robin squirmed in your hold, desperate to get away but one wrong move and his throat would be slit and there would be no going back. 

Batman tensed beside him, ready for a fight to save his youngest. Somehow, you had gotten past their security and wormed your way into their lives. Somehow, you fit in so well they didn’t even think twice before accepting you. 

That was their mistake. 

“Y/N–” Dick held a hand out, the glove of his suit palm up as if he was trying to convince you to come back to him. “Let him go, and we can talk about this.” 

“Talk? You want to talk?” you scoffed. “Fine then. Why don’t we talk about the reason why we’re here.” 

After years of planning, this was your moment to get back at the Batman. Back at him for everything you’ve lost because of him and his senseless no-killing rule. If he didn’t have that rule, you wouldn’t be holding his youngest at knifepoint threatening to take his son from him, like he took your daughter. 

How could he have been so blind? So smitten with you, the idea of who you were, Dick gave you everything including his secret identity without so much as batting an eye. 

“Y/N, please–” he pleaded, trying to keep his voice from breaking, “He’s just a kid–” 

“So was my daughter!” you screamed, voice echoing off the walls around you. “She was barely a year old and it’s your fucking fault!” 

Dick stopped in his tracks at your words, what were you talking about? After living with you for the last six months, he would have noticed if you had a kid. 

“What are you talking about?” Dick asked, his eyes not leaving you or Tim. 

Your jaw tensed as your eyes flitted past Dick and stared at the man responsible. “Two years ago, October 31st.” 

Halloween, two years ago? Dick looked behind him towards Bruce; he was in Bludhaven at the time, but he heard how bad it was. The Joker and Mad Hatter decided that blowing up a city block or two and dosing them with gas was a good trick-or-treat gift. Bruce struggled hard and kept Robin inside that night. He was about to open his mouth when Bruce spoke up. 

“You were there,” his voice rumbled through the air making your nerves stand on end. 

“Of course I was there.” you hissed. “I was trapped in the rubble for 4 hours, another 3 before they found her.” 

Dick didn’t miss the way your voice wavered, nor the way your grip loosened on the knife. Tim didn’t seem to either, before steadying himself on his feet. 

“I lost the most important person in my life because you can’t keep your fucking city in check.” Your grip on Tim’s cape tightened, pulling him back into you. “And now I’ll take someone important to you.” 

Batman let out an audible growl before Dick jumped between him and yourself. 

“Y/N stop! Think this through!” 

“I have thought it through,” you spoke, voice unnaturally calm despite the circumstances. “You were my original target, Dick.” 

Dick’s blood ran cold at your words, you were planning to kill him? 

 You laughed. “But somehow you wriggled your way into my heart and I couldn’t kill you, so I had to improvise.” 

“So you kidnap a child to prove a point?” 

“I’m fourteen,” 

“Not now, Tim.”

You hardened your gaze, “There’s no going back for me, Dick. This is where it ends.” 

Daring to take a step towards you, Dick pulled the mask off his eyes. 

“Nightwing–” 

“Bruce now is not the time.” Turning his attention back on you, Dick kept a calm look on his face despite the terror coursing through him. He failed one brother, he couldn’t fail another. 

“Come back with me. Let Tim go and we can go home and forget this ever happened.” 

You scoffed. “Do you think I’m stupid? I know how this works. The second I let the kid go, he’s going to go running to you while Batman leaves me a bloody pulp for the police to find.” 

Dick sighed, dropping his head before he looked at you once more. “You’re right, we can’t just forget this. But we can get you help, get you to the right people.” 

Pressing the knife to Tim’s throat, you felt him tense under your hold. “I’m not going to that hellhole you call Arkham.” 

Taking another step, Dick shook his head. “No, not Arkham. But the second you hurt Tim, I can’t stop them from sending you there.” 

Swallowing hard, you took a look around. What were you doing? Dick had a point, Tim was a child no matter how many times he pointed out to you how old he was. Were you really going to kill him because Batman was responsible for the death of your baby?

Meeting Dick’s eyes again, you could see why he removed the mask. It was so you could see the expression in them, the longing, the hope that you would let his brother go and take his hand. 

The blue in his eyes stood out in the darkness around you, almost matching the blue of his suit. After all this, did he really think the two of you could go back to what you were before? He really trusted you enough not to try something like this again?

“Trust me, Y/N. Please?” 

Hearing those words, you dropped the knife. 

Immediately, Tim darted forward past Dick to Bruce. Dick was on his knees, catching you as your weight gave in and you collapsed into his arms. 

Unable to stop the tears, you cried into Dick’s chest. “It’s not fair!” 

Running a hand through your hair, Dick held you as you cried. Placing a kiss on the crown of your head, he closed his eyes. 

“I know baby, I know it’s not.” 

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Months passed and true to his word, Dick got you the help you needed without going to Arkham. Your relationship was strained but on the mend. No matter how much he promised it would all be okay, you knew they wouldn’t forget let alone forgive the fact that you tried to kill Tim out of revenge. 

You lost count of how many times you apologized to him and Bruce, knowing it wouldn’t change a thing. Not for a while at least. 

Keeping your part of the promise, you sought help professionally at least once a week. Your session that afternoon wasn’t bad, but it was exhausting. Recounting the events of that Halloween to someone again drained all the energy you had left within you.

You were currently standing on the balcony of your apartment when you heard a soft thud behind you. Hearing the sound of light footsteps behind you, you felt a pair of hands rest on your shoulders. 

“Hey, what are you doing up this late?” 

Dick’s voice was tired but laced with worry, worry for you and your sleeping habits. He must have just finished his patrol for the night. 

Placing a hand on his, you smiled softly. It meant a lot that Dick stuck around when anyone else would have left you by this point. You felt a pair of lips brush your cheek before you were pulled back into his hold, warm and safe. 

“I’m okay, Dickie.” you hummed. “Just thinking I guess,” 

You didn’t have to see the look on Dick’s face to know that he was frowning. 

“You should be asleep,” he started. 

“I tried,” 

Dick sighed and rested his head on your shoulder. “I know it’s hard when I’m not there, but you have to try.” 

“Dick please, don’t start this tonight,” you begged, turning to bury your face in his chest. “I don’t have the energy for it.” 

Wrapping his arms around you fully, Dick held you close. The nightmares must have been bad this time if you were refusing to try again without him near you. Placing a kiss on the top of your head, Dick led you inside. 

“Alright, let me just get changed and we can catch some z’s together okay?” 

Nodding slowly, you let go of him but kept a grip on his fingers. The only time you let go of his hand was when he had to pull off his suit. Once he had sweats on, Dick pulled you along to the couch and rested you on top of his chest. 

Slowly you melted into his warmth as he turned on the T.V. letting the old reruns play as you listened to the sound of his heartbeat. 

Now that Dick knew the full story, he could see all the symptoms and signs you gave him from the very beginning. It was surprising how he missed them in the first place, with the way you left things around the place it was almost as if you wanted to be caught before it was too late. 

After a while, he heard the soft sounds of your breath against his bare chest and smiled softly. This was the only way you could sleep, with him next to you. Dick promised he was going to help you, and help is what you were going to get. 

Of course, Dick got the biggest lecture from Bruce, for the millionth time about why we don’t flaunt secret identities around. But Dick knew he could trust you. What he wanted to know was if you could trust him. 

Dick knew that death and loss made people do crazy things, he had been down that path before when his parents died, and again when Jason died. It was a hard one to come back from, but Dick planned on being there for you every step of the way, for as long as you would let him.

@bluejay-the-geek @niggxrette @offendedfishnoises @restwellsoon @littleredwing89

[anonymousewrites]

One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Four

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Four: One Hell of a Hallmark

Summary: (Y/N) and Sebastian investigate the circus in two very different ways.

Mouse Note: I blush rereading my own writing.

            The following night, after a long day of cooking and cleaning and looking after Ciel after the shower incident, (Y/N) and Sebastian assisted the official cast members of the Noah’s Ark Circus as they prepared for their performance.

            “Have you seen my hair ornament?” said Wendy, the sister trapeze artist.

            “Here it is,” said Sebastian helpfully.

            “Everyone, the show’s starting soon, so get cracking now!” reminded Joker.

            “I don’t have enough knives! Where are my spares?!” cried Dagger.

            “Right here,” said (Y/N), handing them to him. Finally, things began to calm down as the first-string members walked out to begin the performance.

            Ciel stood up from where he had tiredly sat down, unused to all the physical labor he’d been put through. “I lost Freckle Face!” His roommate was no longer stuck to his side. “Who knows when we’ll get another chance! Let’s look into the tents now and be done with it! We’ll settle all this in ten minutes!” After his mark from the cult had nearly been exposed in the shower, he had been eager to leave the damned circus and go back to the comforting surroundings of his manor.

            “Yes, my Lord,” said Sebastain, standing.

            “Black! Cat!” said Joker, running into the room with Wendy riding piggyback with tears in her eyes. “Big Sis Wendy here sprained her ankle and can’t perform. So, Black, Cat, you’ll go instead. You two oughta be find out there, so please! You’re going to be up any minute now, so be ready!”

            “Young Master, it is a shame, but let us investigate at another time,” said Sebastian. Ciel wasn’t listening.

            “Smile?” prompted (Y/N).

            “I can’t dawdle here forever. And this may be the only time Freckle Face isn’t around,” said Ciel. “I have time. The poisonous snakes are the only problem. According to the timetable, you finish performing at 7:50. The encore is at 8:00. You have five minutes to capture all the snakes and then proceed to the performance, Sebastian. At 7:50, you’ll return backstage momentarily, free all the snakes, and appear in the encore. I’ll take care of the rest. Let’s go!”

            “As you wish,” said Sebastian. He and (Y/N) slipped out after Ciel. With two pairs of hands instead of one, it was quick work to tie all the snakes together to keep them trapped.”

            “Good,” said Ciel. “You go to the big top. They’ll be suspicious if you’re late.”

            “Yes, sir,” said (Y/N).

            Sebastian and they walked into the performance tent. (Y/N) glanced at Sebastian.

            “How much should we show off?” they said.

            Sebastian smirked. “We should give these humans the show of a lifetime.”

            (Y/N) nodded to him and grinned before heading to the other trapeze platform. Sebastian and they stood across from each other, looking like a true performance couple in their all-black outfits.

            “And now, taking to the trapeze above up, we have the fantastic Black and Cat!” called Joker.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian waved to the audience before leaping from the platforms with the bars in hand. In one fluid motion, (Y/N) let go and flipped through the air. They caught themself on Sebastian’s legs like another bar, and the audience gasped. Sebastian let the backwards moment of the bar swing them back, and he let go. The crowd watched in fear as both performers flew through the air. (Y/N) used their momentum to flip up onto the bar Sebastian had been holding, and Sebastian used his own momentum to backflip back to the platform. The audience applauded the trick.

            Below, Beast cursed. “Ah, my lace.” It had caught on a nail and broken, meaning her costume could come undone at any time.

            “Ah! Look away, guys!” said Dagger, trying to save her “modesty.” “Beast, there’s still time till the encore, so please change!”

            “Oh, fine,” said Beast, turning to walk away.

            (Y/N) and Sebastian heard the exchange and shifted. If Ciel were caught snooping around, the whole investigation would be ruined. They glanced at each other. It was time to end the performance, soon, and get to Ciel before Beast did.

            (Y/N) made a feint at falling from the bar, and the crowd cried out. At the last moment, (Y/N) caught the other trapeze as it swung back towards them and spun around it, eliciting cheers and applause from below. Kicking once more, (Y/N) spun a second time and then let go, allowing themself to fly into the air with nothing below them. They were a demon, so they could handle themself if they happened to fall, but as part of a human performance, they were trusting Sebastian.

            As the crowd’s eyes widened, Sebastian swung through the air on the trapeze and let go. As precise as ever, he flew across the tent at the perfect angle. Sebastian caught (Y/N) midair, and the pair landed on the trapeze platform, perfectly unharmed. Even though it had been planned, the audience went wild at the knight in shining armor performance and the ease with which (Y/N) and Sebastian had moved through the air.

            Continuing the “part,” Sebastian kept his hand on (Y/N)’s waist and drew them close as they both waved to the crowd, and (Y/N) lay their head on his shoulder affectionately, as if they really had been saved by him.

            A moment later, though, when Joker announced the next performance, (Y/N) and Sebastian had disappeared inhumanely fast.

            (Y/N) hid outside of Beast’s tent while Sebastian ran in and pushed Ciel into the clothes chest while she changed. Once the coast was clear, (Y/N) walked in and knocked on the chest so Sebastian would open it. Ciel glared at his butler indignantly from where he lay buried in corsets and brassieres.

            “So, Young Master, did you find anything?” asked Sebastian, smiling at Ciel as if he wasn’t glaring, and he helped the Earl out of the chest.

            Ciel held up a photograph he’d found in Beast’s tent. “All of the first-string troupe members have a photo with this man.” He pointed to where the old man’s hand rested on young Beast’s shoulder. “And I believe his signet ring could be used to identify him.”

            Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Yes, I can see it well enough.” Demonic eyes could see the precise lines, even in such a crude photograph. “In fact, I recently happened to see the device on this signet ring as a hallmark.”

            “A hallmark?” said Ciel.

            “Yes. The symbol on this signet ring is the same one that was at the base of Miss Beast’s prosthetic leg,” said Sebastian.

            “The hallmark on the prosthetic limb…A workhouse—this man interest me,” said Ciel.

            “It’s nearly time,” warned (Y/N), glancing at their pocket watch.

            Ciel was silent.

            “Young Master?” said Sebastian.

            “I still need to investigate Joker’s tent. Time is short, but I still have eight minutes left,” said Ciel. “So we don’t arouse any suspicions, you go back first. I’ll finish everything today. After the encore, beat the first string back here and release the snakes. Got it?” Ciel ran off.

            “He’s certainly working you hard today,” said (Y/N).

            “That is my Young Master,” said Sebastian, smiling. He looked at (Y/N). “Now, shall we perform for the encore?”

            “Why not? It was fun,” said (Y/N). They grinned. “And it’s not often I get to really show off with someone who’s equal to me in skill.”

            “I doubt many could be, even amongst our kind,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) straightened at the praise. Damn they were whipped.

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            “Young Master,” greeted Sebastian once Ciel made it back to his tent.

            Ciel glared at him. “You cur…” He coughed and panted. “You set the venomous snakes free even though you knew I was still there, didn’t you?”

            Sebastian blinked. “Yes. Your order was to return in advance of the first-string and set the snakes free. Did I not but carry out your orders to the letter? Whyever are you bestowing me with such a hateful glare?” Ciel’s panting got worse. “Please be at ease. I shall protect your life as long as our covenant holds—However, you were well aware that if you made a mistake in your plans, you could have suffered bodily harm to the point of death, no? Every game must have its thrills, after all.” For a moment, his eyes flashed fuchsia. “As Young Master is insatiable when it comes to games, I assumed you felt the same way.”

            “Haha. Your idea of sport is in such bad taste, it makes me wretch, you demon,” huffed Ciel.

            “I’m flattered!” said Sebastian brightly.

            It was true. Demons had different ideas of fun than humans. For example, (Y/N)’s fun was watching the light drain from men’s eyes when they realized the people they used now had the power over them, the very same power they’d used to abuse and hurt others.

            “Forget it.” Ciel coughed. “After we parted, I found a letter that had me name written on it in that clow Joker’s tent. From what I could gather, it also contained my peerage, the location of the manor, and even a brief personal history.”

            “Could you do this somewhere else?” said William in irritation. “I hardly want to hear a demon at work.”

            Ciel gritted his teeth. “Let’s take this outside.” He coughed. His cheeks were starting to look quite red. “So, the name of the sender is ‘Tom, the Piper’s Son.’ ”

            “Tom, the Piper’s Son?” repeated (Y/N).

            “It’s a character from the nursery rhymes of Mother Goose. I can’t say I know what ie means—” Ciel was interrupted by a cough “—and the wax seal had a device with a horse and the initial ‘K’ on it.”

            “Then it is the same as the hallmark I saw,” said Sebastian. “A signet ring is usually engraved with a motif and initials representing the bearer or his crest.”

            “Yes,” said Ciel.

            “Thus…‘Tom, the Piper’s Son’ is someone whose family coat of arms contains a horse. A crest with such a design would typically belong to those upon whom knighthood has been conferred or military personnel,” said Sebastian.

            Ciel coughed. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that’s the rule, but it’s impossible to be a philanthropist without a certain social status. All the heraldic devices are recorded at the college of arms.” He coughed again, shaking slightly. “With all these clues in hand, I can trust you to find the crest we seek, however great the number of records may be.” He stumbled where he stood. “The missing children. The circus. Tome, the Piper’s Son. And I. What is it that connects these disparate piece—” A rough cough cut him off.

            “Young Master?” said Sebastian, furrowing his brow.

            “My Lord?” The demons could tell something was off.

            “In any case, we’ll go back to the town house once—” Ciel’s coughs turned into continuous hacks.

            “Young Master? Is something wrong?” asked Sebastian.

            Ciel coughed up fluid and fell to his knees. Sebastian and (Y/N)’s eyes widened. Sebastian had no idea what was wrong with Ciel and no idea how to help him as the coughs worsened. The demons dropped to their knees, supporting Ciel as he tried to stand but just kept falling as the coughs continued

            “Smile! What is it? Oi!” Freckle Face ran up as he heard the commotion and gasped as he saw Ciel. “We need to get him to the Doctor!”

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            “He’s got asthma,” said the Doctor.

            “Asthma, you say?” said Sebastian. “In the years I have been with him, this is my first time seeing him in this state.”

            “If he hadn’t had an attack in three years, I’d think the asthma was just about cured, but…that said, being exposed to sudden cold or stress…or catching a cold could trigger a recurrence,” explained the Doctor.

            “He has caught a cold once or twice, but he has never had an attack like this,” said Sebastian in concern.

            “I would say a buildup of many factors must’ve caused this,” said the Doctor. “First off, I heard he bathed in the open air with our resident meatheads? Of course he’d catch a cold.”

            “Ah…” Ciel’s eyes opened,

            “Wonderful! You’ve come back to us,” said the Doctor.

            “Water…” groaned Ciel.

            “Here you are,” said Sebastian, pouring some water into Ciel’s mouth.

            “Smile, didn’t you have horrible asthma when you were little? It can be fatal, so you must be careful, even if you think you’ve recovered from it,” said the Doctor. “You stay in bed until your fever and cough are gone, got it?! Now, as for the rest of you, out! Back to your tents!”

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            In the dead of night, (Y/N) waited outside of tent eight as Sebastian emerged. Ciel had called for him. Finally, they would have something to do instead of being stuck in the bed another long, boring night.

            Sebastian moved into the light and was immediately forced to escape the attack of William’s Death Scythe.

            “And where do you think you’re going?” demanded William. “I told you not to wander around with your owner.”

            “Unfortunately, my Master’s confined to his bed, so (Y/N) and I are running an errand in his stead,” said Sebastian.

            “I will not allow any exceptions,” said William stiffly. “Return to the tent at once. I cannot have you acting independently until my judgement is complete.” He extended the Death Scythe again, this time at (Y/N). “The most seemingly insignificant error can lead to length overtime!”

            Sebastian stepped between (Y/N) and William and caught the Death Scythe. It cut into his gloves to his hand. Blood dripped to the floor below. “I beg your pardon,” he said. “However, I too have my duties as a butler to see to. I cannot allow you to disturb my Master’s sleep. And you do not really wish to make a scene here. How about we make a deal?” Sebastian stepped forward. “You leave me to roam the circus free for tonight, and ‘Cat’ will stay in the tent.” He glanced at (Y/N), but they didn’t argue. They’d let him do his job. “I will find another way to get the information I need, and you will know that the demon without a master is out snacking on souls.”

            “Tch.” William glared at (Y/N) and Sebastian. “You demons and your sweet words, dragging your prey into the darkness.” However, he didn’t refuse and just walked back into their tent.

            Sebastian turned to (Y/N). “I apologize for relegating you to the tent, but I must complete the Young Master’s orders.” He tugged his bloody glove off his hand.

            “I understand,” said (Y/N). “I would wish you luck, but I know you’ll find the information somehow.” They smiled at him before entering the tent once more.

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            Beast’s held Joker’s scarf tight to her neck as she cried silently while he left the circus to return to father. Once again, her attempt to care for him had been rejected. She just wanted to help him run away from all the pain he was going through, but he pushed her away. Tears fell from Beast’s eyes as her heart ached.

            “Dear, oh dear.”

            Beast had become the perfect prey for a demon.

            “Are those tears I spy?” said Sebastian, stepping out of the shadows.

            “You…!” Beast turned her face away. “This’s naught to do with you! You better get lost quick if you know what’s good for you!”

            Sebastian was behind her in a moment. “You do not have even a passing change there, if you ask me.” She didn’t have a chance with Joker.

            “Wha—!” Beast gasped.

            “It is useless to have your heart set on someone like him and no other…” said Sebastian, words like honey. “Someone who is kind to you although he cannot return your affections, even though he knows that doing so will make you suffer more. How cruel. Just how long have you been carrying on like this?” His ungloved hand stroked the scarf Joker had given Beast. “With these unhappy tears and a relationship that only gives rise to maudlin sentiment.”

            “What the bloody hell d’you understand?!” demanded Beast, throwing a hand at Sebastian.

            He smirked and dodged it. “Not a jot as of yet. But there is something I do know.” He caught her wrist and pulled her to his body, winding his other arm around Beast’s waist. “A way to release you from that pain, if only for a moment.”

            “Enough of your joking! Let me go!” said Beast.

            “I am not joking,” said Sebastian. “The weight of those emotions keeps you from moving either forward or back. Regardless of how desperately you shout, he will never look back.” He spoke into her ear, dark seduction swirling in his words. “You poor thing. It hurst, yes? You want to push it all from your mind, do you not?”

            He sways his prey…

            “Everything about that cruel and kind man,” whispered Sebastian, hands pulling Beast closer.

            …with sweet words, all the while dragging them into darkness.

            “I-I!” stammered Beast.

            Sebastian’s gloved hand intertwined with Beast’s, and the one around her waist went to her neck, tipping her chin towards him as the shadows crept closer as the demon lured his prey in.

            So the quarry does not notice the face of the beast that lurks behind it…he proceeds cleverly…sweetly…quietly…

            “Then why not forget just for tonight? Drown in pleasure and breath sweet poison deep into your lungs,” purred Sebastian, words pure sin, inviting the human further into his hold.

            Joker’s scarf fell to the ground. “You’re like the devil talking in whispers…” murmured Beast. But she was tempted, drawn in by the sweet promise of pleasure in the midst of her pain.

            “I only want to know,” said Sebastian, smirking as he leaned in. “To know that secret place deep within you.”

            Beast fell into the darkness.

            It took Sebastian just a few moments to guide her to her tent, and she sunk onto her bed, discarding her coat. Sebastian smoothly pulled her stockings down her legs.

            Beast shivered as she watched him. “It’s been this way for as long as I can remember…” she murmured. “He just never says the words I long to hear. He got even more distant when Father put him in charge of the Noah’s Ark Troupe.”

            “Father?” said Sebastian as his hand ran up Beast’s prosthetic leg.

            “Our patron,” said Beast. “He aided in the development of our artificial limbs and granted us new bodies.”

            Sebastian’s hand reached the symbol engraved on Beast’s leg. “Then this hallmark belongs to ‘Father?’ ” He moved farther, ridding Beast of the other clothes in his way.

            “That’s right. We all belong to Father,” murmured Beast, turning onto her hands while Sebastian loomed over her from behind.

            “What is his name?” asked Sebastian.

            “Why do you want to kno—A-ah!” Beast gasped as Sebastian’s one ungloved hand finally made contact with her. All her thoughts flew from her mind as pleasure rose to replace her pain.

            “I cannot greet him properly if I do not even know his name,” said Sebastian. He smirked. “You and I are no longer mere acquaintances, after all…So you can tell me, can’t you?” He purred into her ear.

            Beast’s eyes were lidded and her face flushed with pleasure as she looked back over her shoulder at Sebastain. “Father is—” And she gave in and let the words fall from her once more as the darkness stole away her pain for a night. Beast keened and cried out, clutching the sheets below her.     

            Sebastian could feel Beast keening against him. He felt nothing as he moved with practiced precision against the woman beneath him. But then a different view flashed before his eyes. For a moment, it was not Beast below him. For a moment, it was not Beast looking over her shoulder at him. For a moment, it was not Beast whose body Sebastian caressed.

            For a moment, it was (Y/N). It was (Y/N) whose body pressed against him. It was (Y/N) he touched. It was (Y/N) he heard crying out for him.

            And as that fantasy passed through him, so did a thrum of unadulterated pleasure.

            Beast’s body and presence did nothing for Sebastian, but the idea of pleasing (Y/N) did. He could make them moan, make them cry out his name, tremble with pleasure no human had ever or could ever give them. He would get on his knees for them and then pin them beneath him. Sebastian would make them remember no one but him and then let them teach him the same because there was no one Sebastian wanted but them.

            They were his; he was theirs.

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[thatanimewriter]

Can I request Finny, Baldroy, Joker, Snake, and maybe Dagger with a multilingual fem s/o? I speak English, Spanish, and French irl. Bonus points if you incorporate pet names in either of those. I’m thinking along the lines of some nice headcanons.

what a cool thing to be able to do!

have your requesttt

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Hi! Can I get an any of the Noah’s Ark Circus boys with a fem s/o who’s on the autism spectrum please? I’m on the autism spectrum irl and I’m sensitive to sound, particularly high-pitched, high-frequency sounds. Like, even fire alarms are physically painful for me. I don’t stim tho.

YES

I am also autistic so hello!

I tend to headcanon that Dagger and Snake and Doll are in the autistic spectrum and tend to have special stims if needed

None of them judge I'll say it now

I too am sensitive to loud sudden sounds like when someone pops a bag right near me, I also shut down at textures that are not fun for me like uncooked bacon or cottage cheese so I'm gonna do a headcanon off that

Joker knows the signs of a shut down through Doll and Dagger so he knows to cover your ears and calm you

Jumbo is more someone who'd pick you up if you want to and comfort you

If you're someone who stims then Snake and Dagger have you covered. Shockingly, Peter does too!

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𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ♤

Joker x fem!Reader x Jason Todd

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Disclaimer!

>This story uses Jared Leto's Joker and the batfam from another universe.

>Grenade's and Gun violence.

>Toxic Joker relationship that could be triggering to some.

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A shining knife spins through the air towards a target finally hitting the wall beside it. A complete miss!

Y/n snarls before fixing her hair back into its wild style. A girl that wore clown themed makeup with ecstatic colors. Two bright red lines diagonally crossing her eyes and black lipstick reaching her cheekbones to emphasize her smile.

Y/n, more known as The Ace an accomplice of the crown prince of crime. Along side him in many crimes!

"This is impossible Harley!" she whines picking up another knife off a table.

The warehouse was covered in bright spray paint with alot of clown faces and aggressive 'Hahaha' fonts on the walls.

Harley Quinn, ex to the crown prince of crime, Joker. She sat in the corner of the room away from the targets set up, wiping some blood off her iconic hammer.

"Nah, you're just a little out of rhythm!" she stands up and walks over to Y/n ready to throw another dagger.

"Ace, daggers were never my strong suit, but Ya gotta keep your wrist straight! Aim before ya throw!" she scolds and lifts Ace's wrist a little.

Ace bites her lip and aims directly at the bullseye, her hand pulls back and throws it with an incredible speed.

It flies and hits, only for it to bounce off the target and hit the ground.

She sighs heavily as Harley snickers behind her then remarks.

"You could almost take it as a sign! Not being able to hit the mark and missing every time!"

Ace lifts an eyebrow looking at the insane girl.

"What are you on about?"

"I'm just saying girl! That's how your future with that toxic asshole is looken!"

Harley skips back to her seat and goes back to cleaning her hammer.

Ace rolls her eyes and takes a third dagger flipping it around her hand like a fidget toy.

"Harls, you're not gonna get me to break up with the Joker, even if he is a Toxic asshole!"

She smirks thinking about him. Joker. His pale skin and many tattoos across his body and face. His iconic smile tattoo on his hand being his most prized and favorite of the bunch.

Harley rolls her eyes and leans back into the wall behind her.

"Well! You're 'boyfriend' hasn't done alot of crime lately! Must be getting lazy!"

Just as she finished her insult a slow growl comes from the doorway.

"Lazy huh? I don't see you doing anything!"

Ace looks up with an immediate smile seeing Joker leaning on the door frame. His purple coat and sleek hair.

He watches the two girls before he spots Ace and pats on his chest. She immediately walks closer to him and puts her hands on his tattooed chest.

Jokers hand moves around her waist and pulls her against him suddenly.

"Hey, baby."

Joker smirks with his eyes only on her, then planting a slow kiss onto her lips.

Harley audibly gags in the background with a heavy eye roll.

Joker pulls back with a purr and traces Ace's jaw before his eyes land on a small bruise she had on her cheekbone.

His face turns from an amused smirk to an intense dissatisfied glare. He grabs her cheeks and pushes her head to the side to get a better look.

"Their name, Give me their name."

He uses his thumb to rub away the makeup trying desperately to cover up the bruise. Ace slowly moves her hand over his and pulls it from her face.

"It was no one! Really." Ace looks at him with pleading eyes knowing what he'd do if he knew someone hit her.

Joker grabs her face again and yanks it close to his. An angry whisper forces Ace's eyes to look up at him.

"Who hurt you?"

Harley sees Ace's panicked expression and quickly interjects.

"It really was nothing, J! I just took her out for some fun, is all! Some asshole at the bar turned it into a fight!"

Joker looks back at Ace and from an aggressive grab his hand smooths over the side of her head.

"Did you kill him?"

Ace smirks again and runs her finger tips over Jokers lips seductively.

"Ripped all his pretty little teeth out."

She giggles a little in turn joker laughs with her. Getting the confirmation he needed, that Ace was ok he turned to Harley.

"You took her out?" he questioned walking closer to Harley.

Without looking up from her hammer she nodded.

"Yeah, She wasn't gonna go against you're rules! Might aswell take her out because you weren't gonna!"

Joker slams his fist into the wall right above Harley's head.

"I'm not gonna let her out of my sight! She stays for a reason."

He takes his gun from the holster and spins it around his finger, then pushing it against Harley's forehead.

Ace gasps and growls.

"J-!"

"This DOESN'T concern you!"

He yells back at Ace without looking away from Harley.

Ace felt her heart shrink for a second but her fear turned to anger quickly when teeth clenched.

"You've been breaking too many rules, Quinn. I think it's time you go." he states with a raspy voice.

Harley chuckles a little before pushing him back and off her.

"With pleasure!" she gives a final bow with her hands stretched out wide before flipping Joker off as she walks away.

Ace gives joker an angry glare but runs past him catching up with Harley.

She finds Harley in her room, throwing clothes into a bag aswell as some very powerful hand guns.

Her room looked similar to the warehouse with spray painted walls, with the exception of a broken window and bullet holes in the walls.

She had an old vintage closet with dark brown wooden walls but once again, spray painted and plastered with stickers.

"Harley! Don't go! We really need you around here!" she pleads closing the door behind her.

Harley pulls three beautiful wooden bat's out of the corner of the closet and holds them to her chest.

"No Ace! You need me. It's been a long time coming and I should've just left after I broke things off with Joker!"

She throws the bat's onto her bed with heavy clanking.

Ace pouts for a second and sits on the bed.

"But where will you go? What if you get hurt!"

Harley spots Ace's sad expression and gives in. She sits next to Ace with a sigh and takes her hand.

She talks in a very quiet whisper, just enough so only they could hear.

"Y/n. You know I'll be ok. Me and Ivy have been wanting to get a place of our own anyway."

Ace bites her lip hearing her real name for a second and tears weld up.

"We were enemies when I got here because you still loved Joker, now you're leaving, as my best friend!" she sniffs and rubs her eyes.

Harley smiles before delicately rubbing Y/n's head.

"Now I gotta leave ya to handle J's bullshit by yourself. But listen! If you ever feel like leaving that silver teethed cry baby! You know where to find me."

Ace smiles and the girls share a tight hug. Their friendship growing even stronger in a moment of sadness.

"Thanks, Harley."

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The car zoom's though the streets with a roaring engine. It's red blur as it drives past the windows and glass doors. The night air cold making the hot car engine hiss.

Ace looked over at Joker driving the car, his silver teethed grin made her growl with anger before looking back out the window.

"You shouldn't have done that!"

She growls.

"Done What..?" the Joker said slowly like poison filling a wound.

"Chased Harley away because she was pissing me off?" he said with a teasing voice answering his own question.

"Yes! Now she's run off with her plant obsessed girlfriend and left me to deal with you." Ace sneered glaring daggers at Joker.

Joker takes a sudden turn making Ace fall to the side and right into the jokers grip. He held her tightly by the shoulders against him now driving with only one hand.

"I ain't that bad, doll. Besides, Harley was getting out of place, breaking all the wrong the rules. She had to go." he chuckles and it slowly morphs into a slow laugh.

Ace breaks from his grip and looks back out the window.

"At least Harl's knew how to have some fun, you're all business these days." she rests her head in her palm and looks at all the different colored city lights.

Joker turns to her and looks a little offended before his signature grin takes hold.

"Well then, geuss we have no choice then. Lets have some fun."

He lifts his sharply shined gun from the holster on his side and sticks it out of the car window.

Ace felt excitement bubble up inside her before she grabs her own weapon of choice. Grenades with faces painted on them, smiles and angry faces.

Joker shoots a few rounds into the sky and suddenly all the pedestrians skater like rats. Ace takes a grenade and pulls the pin. She moves to stick her upper body out of the window laughing maniacally.

"Now that's more like it!" she yells as she tosses the grenade into a small shop that looked quite empty. The grenade went off and people screamed in terror.

She hold's onto the edge of the window swinging her body back and forth as she laughed. The car radio blasting with loud music and gun fire echoing through the night sky.

The car suddenly hits a bump and Ace almost falls straight forward and out of the car.

Just before her face could get shaved off, a hand grabs the back of her shirt before yanking her back into the car.

She lands onto the jokers lap with a second of silence and staring. She hears him start laughing arrogantly before she joins him in their psychotic harmonious laughter.

"I got ya, baby." he laughed as she nuzzles her way into his neck.

Their drive came to a sudden holt when joker spotted a fancy looking store with fancy clothes and shiny jewelry. "Allow me to spoil you, doll."

He opens the car door and doesn't bother closing it as he carries Ace bridal style towards the store. Ace giggles with a grin before taking jokers gun from his holster.

Not daring to break eye contact she shoots bullets into the air sensing the employee's in the boutique.

When they finally enter the room Ace is dropped to the ground and with a skip in her step she grabs the first glittered dress off the hanger.

Joker smirks and takes his second gun from the holster.

"Excuse me! You can't-" a brave employee steps forward but stops in his tracks when Joker puts a bullet in his chest.

He walks closer to Ace and uses the gun to lift her chin making her laugh in excitement.

"Ya like that one?" he breaths out with a teasing tone.

He bites his lip with a seductive growl. "All pretty and dazzled for me?"

Y/n pushes her arm though the sleeve of the dress before placing her hand on the back of Jokers head.

"I could wear it for you all night." she moves onto her toes and kissed Joker slowly pushing his head forward.

Joker closes his eyes enjoying the deep kiss.

"I'll get ya every sparkling dress you want!" he grabs hold of her waist and they both start laughing in harmony.

"Not tonight, asshole!" A strong voice interrupts the laughter.

Ace's head turns to look at the Batman and Red Hood standing at the entrance. Red Hood is the first to jump forward and pull out two guns.

Ace growls and throws the dress off her arm and over Red Hood's mask.

"We were just starting to have FUN!" She yells in frustration and grabs another grenade off her belt.

She takes a step forward blocking Joker with her body, only for Red Hood to send a bullet into her thigh.

She yells in pain and falls forward throwing the grenade as she does.

A sudden explosion shakes the ground but red Hood took cover behind the front desk of the shop.

Joker growls loudly and charges toward Ace.

"Baby! Ace!"

Just as he was about to reach her Batman sends him flying back with a kick.

He laughs a little lifting his body up before sending bullets flying towards Batman.

"Hitting my girl first Batman? How bold!" his purple coat flutters through the air as he runs.

He shoots a few more bullets towards batman's face, Batman used his arm cuffs to block oncoming fire. But with his eyes covered he didn't see joker push a shelf with expensive handbags onto the Batman.

The shelf collapses with a thud and purses fly every which way.

"Suits you!" he laughs once again running right past Batman to Ace who was crawling on her stomach and tossing grenades at Red Hood who was still huddled behind the desk.

"I'm coming, baby!" Joker calls out to her.

She looks back at joker for only a second, Red Hood takes her distraction as an oppertunity. He jumps out from behind the desk, using his grappling gun he catches Ace's wrist then dragging her through the rubble and into his grip.

Swift and quick he's got her in a choke hold, stareing Joker down.

"Don't move or I twist just hard enough to break her neck and rip her jugular!" Red Hood threatens.

Y/n struggles punching at Red Hood's arms trying to grab his head.

"Joker-" She chokes out.

Joker lifts his gun again and points it right at Ace.

"Hold still, Ace."

His eyes glisten as she stares down the barrel over his arm. His focus so intense and aims towards Red Hoods arm holding Ace down.

He cocks the gun back ready to fire but Batman is first to kick him down.

Within moments Ace's eyes close and her body falls limp.

Red Hood throws her over his shoulder and runs to the Batmobile that was waiting outside. Batman follows shortly after and they zoom off in the black sleek car into the dead of night.

Joker recovers with gritting teeth running into the street. He shoots the batmobile with all the ammo loaded into his gun screaming after it.

"You can't take her! She's MINE!"

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Y/n Shoots up from her bed with a sudden gasp.

Thick wooden walls around her with mesmerizing carved architecture. The bed she layed in was a double with a thick goose feather blanket.

She was comfortably sat down with a bandage around her throat which she delicately traced. A glass of water was on the bed side table along with her grenade belt and gun she kept on her person.

She looked up at the mirror in the corner of the room. Smudged clown make up and still in costume, only difference was her hair was down and a small bandage over her nose from her harsh fall.

She growls when the door opens and her body tenses ready to move.

In walks a familiar black suit along with a shiny red helmet with creepy white eyes.

As soon as they came into view Y/n pounces onto Red Hood tackling him to the ground her hands grab hold of the helmet and she yanks it off his head.

"I'm gonna KILL you, Jason!"

She yelled looking down at the blue eyed boy, dark fluffy hair with a white streak through the front. Jason Todd. The one and only Vigilante Red Hood.

He slowly smirks and moves his hand onto Y/n's cheek giving it a gentle rub with his thumb.

"I missed you too, babe."