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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years ago

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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

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dorayakichan · 1 year ago

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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.

#windbreaker x reader #windbreaker headcanon #windbreaker manhwa #windbreaker vinny hong #vinny hong x reader #windbreaker jay #jay jo x reader #windbreaker owen knight #owen knight x reader #windbreaker joker x reader

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thursdaygxrls · 1 year ago

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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.

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blue-sterling0357 · 1 year ago

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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!

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thesandsofelsweyr · 2 years ago

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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.

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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.

“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!”

“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!”

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.

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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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."

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kmgkmg · 2 years ago

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I’VE ALWAYS BEEN - KIM MINGYU

word count: 1.1k... (mix of sm au and written!)

pairing: mingyu x gn!reader

synopsis: a snapshot into daily life with your bf mingyu

genre/s: fluff, non-idol!au, barista!mingyu, bf!mingyu, established relationship

warnings: none!

rating: pg

a/n: my first post for mingyu and it’s my first sm au!! titled after the song i’ve always been by mac ayres, since gyu likes lany i feel like he would like this song since it has a similar vibe.

Mingyu turns off his phone, eagerly waiting for you to finish heading up the stairs so he could bombard you with kisses. Why is a barista so unprofessional at their workplace you ask? Having his boss be his friend Jihoon was always a plus, especially when days were slower.

You take your final step up the stairs and see Mingyu sitting next to Wonwoo with the biggest grin adorn on his face. You could spot his shiny canines anywhere. Proud of the food you brought, you quickly wave the bag in the air, to which he gives you a thumbs up.

“What would I do without you Y/N?” He exaggerates, being loud enough for Wonwoo to finally notice your presence.

Wonwoo’s face becomes more relaxed as he recognizes you and laughs, “That’s why you were suddenly smiling like the Joker.”

“My smile is charismatic and sexy, nothing like the Joker.” Mingyu huffs, making room for you to sit next to him. He smoothly slides your drink to the spot in front of you, producing more anticipation of how delicious the drink will taste.

“How do you date someone so conceited Y/N?” Wonwoo asks, entertained by how his friend instantly changed when you were around.

“I mean, he isn’t lying. His smile is charismatic and sexy.” You shrug, finally taking a sip of your boyfriend’s new creation.

Mingyu loved whenever you backed him up around other people. Sure, when you were alone you typically had more sarcastic banter, but you made certain to express your love for him to others. He was happy you told him to take the love language test when you first started dating because it allowed him to learn more about himself. He could always recall his results being words of affirmation and acts of service whenever he felt giddy at your ability in expressing your feelings towards him. The way you looked out for each other by helping and no words exchanged either, just with simple ways to lift each other’s moods was another way that proved acts of service was his other love language. He waited for your feedback on the drink, but your expression said all that was needed.

Your eyes widened as you continued to sip on the drink, tapping your feet against the floor in excitement. Letting yourself swallow the sips, you turned to your boyfriend who was clearly on the edge of his seat. “Mingyu, you’ve outdone yourself again! This is my favorite drink now!”

His elated energy could be felt a mile away and you admired your boyfriend’s radiant self. Returning his question from earlier, you link your arm with his before asking, “What would I do without you?”

Wonwoo rolls his eyes at the lovesick couple beside him while wordlessly picking up the speed to finish his drink. It was always a mystery to him how you could still be so in love with each other after nearly six years of dating. Glancing at the two of you in your own world, he decided to break up the mood.

“Our break is ending in three minutes.” He takes the final slurp from his cup, leaving nothing but ice.

Your eyes both throw daggers at Wonwoo for his unwelcome reminder, but nevertheless soon get over it. “Well, be sure to eat your lunch when you have time!” You order Mingyu, to which he nodded in compliance.

“I will! Are you going back to our place right away?” He asks, turning his classic puppy dog eyes on.

“No, don’t worry! I have to get some work done anyway so I thought I would be productive here and we can go home together.” You state, making your boyfriend’s puppy dog eyes disappear as he starts to attack you with kisses.

“That sounds perfect!” He manages to say in between kisses.

You were beyond flustered at his PDA but still adored him. A timer on his phone goes off, alerting that his break was over and he pulls away from you with a sad expression.

“Work hard, and try proposing your flan drink for next month’s special!” You encouraged him as he solemnly started walking back to behind the counter.

“No, that drink’s reserved just for you. I’ve always been in love with you and only you get the best.” Mingyu defends, shooting one last smile at you before putting his apron back on and attending to the customers waiting.

#caratwritersclub #k-vanity #kpopccc #mingyu fluff #mingyu text #kim mingyu #seventeen #mingyu #svt #svt fluff #svt oneshot #svt scenarios #seventeen x reader #mingyu scenarios #boyfriend mingyu #svt smau #seventeen smau #mingyu oneshot #kmgkmgoriginal

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blackbutlerfandomnerddomain · 2 years ago

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Can I get Joker and Dagger spending Christmas with their fem s/o? I’m considering sending poly stuff with Peter in the future.

Can do! Merry Christmas, Yule greetings and blessings, etc~!

You were the one who woke them up early for gifts and Christmas kisses

Joker is the type to want extra snuggles even in winter so he's dragging you both back and kissing shoulders as he cuddles

Dagger's making hot cocoa while Joker makes breakfast

They each got you something simple yet sweet from town shopping trips such as flowers and jewelry to candies and a book you eyed

They both give me the vibe to not want to be spoiled when they spoil you but will smile at gifts given

Lots of mistletoe smooches after both tied the plant to their kids

#black butler #polyamourus pride #polyamourous #polyamory #black butler joker #black butler dagger #dagger x reader #joker x reader #joker x reader x dagger #black butler christmas

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hotchlove · 8 months ago

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Risk - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

• i take requests! plsss dm me or leave them here if u have anything fun you'd like me to write. it can be angst, anytype of trope, smut, etc. • PLZ NOTE: i ONLY do oneshots/blurbs. they differ from long to short depending on the character and story. i do not write series! • risk - 1708 words (I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN.) • desc.: - based on 3x14 "damaged" - angst !!!! - y/n and hotch fighting - happy ending ofc

once again i'm fulfilling my job of breaking hearts!!!!!

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you and aaron have been dating for three years now. you're perfect for each other. it's like you were created for each other, yet you met so late in life - but that's never changed anything. you love him and he loves you, and most importantly, you are great with jack. that kid loves you more than his star wars saber collections - and that means something.

aaron and reid got back from the interview they had with the pre-execution serial killer "chester hardwick". chester is a joker, a mischevious and wilfull serial killer - he's always got something up his sleeve and he's quick with it. you didn't worry about the interview - why would you? they're only in there for half an hour, and can get out by one buzzzz of the door - except maybe it didn't go as planned, which you found out by accidentally eavesdropping on spencer's gloating in the kitchen.

"it was terrifying," spencer admits and stirs his coffee. derek and penelope listening intentively to his telling as i walk into the kitchen. reid doesn't notice, his back to the door, but pen and derek definitely do. they shoot spencer sharp looks that scream 'stop talking.' but despite his boy-genius being, he doesn't notice and continues rambling like some gears shifted in his mind that won't let him shut up. "hotch was ready to rumble," he exagerrates. "he took off his jacket and tie and everything, rolled up his sleeves and looked at chester like he was gonna eat him alive." spencer finally looks up and notices the looks derek and penelope shoot him, causing him to shut up immediate effectively. "wha-" he turns around and gulps, seeing me crossarmed right behind him.

"y/n! what a pleasant surpr-" "save it. aaron did what now?" penelopes lips are zip-shut and derek's struggling to hold back a cackle and probably some stupid comment like "oooh- boss man's in trouble."

"well-" spencer laughs awkwardly. "i overexageratted a little." i shake my head. "no, spencer, what did he do?" i ask, expression stern, angry if you squint.

"i don't- i really shouldn't be the one to tell you this." he looks down at his coffee, still stirring it. "fine. i'll ask him. is he in his office?" he gives a small nods. i make my way to aaron's office, quickly waving at emily and jj as i walk past. i can feel their wide eyes digging daggers into my back, but i don't take the time to explain my frantic attitude and just walk. i usually knock, but not this time. i just burst into his office, to which he looks up widely. he was about to scold whoever it was that just burst his doors like that, but smiles as he sees it's me.

usually i'd melt immediately. the hotch smile - a very rare emotion to others - to me, it's a everyday occurence. "honey," he gets up and walks towards me, his hands pressing onto my lower waist. "what's wrong? are you okay? did anything ha-" "you better have a dang good explanation, aaron." i cross my arms and look up at him, eyebrows scrunched. "explanation? for what?" he laughs, "for risking your life at the interview today." he sighs and his head drops. "i told reid not to tell you." "not the point. what's that all about?" i say, moving away from his grip.

"honey," he looks up with a soft expression. don't use your puppy eyes on me right now, hotchner. "i'm fine. not a scratch. see?" he raises his arms in a mock surrender. "yeah well, i'm not. you can't keep doing this - risking your life when it isn't necessary."

"it was hardly a risk," he interrupts. "again, not the point. hardwick killed people with his bare hands in five minutes. imagine what he can do in thirty."

aaron looks at me, confused. "okay, y/n, i'm sorry. you're right. but i'm fine, okay? reid's fine too. nothing happened."

"well it could have. you have people to come home to, aaron." "god, forget me!" i scoff. "think about jack. your son."

aaron sighs. he knows i'm right, but his stubbornness just won't let himself admit it right now. "i said i'm fine. can we just- stop talking about this? i've got paperwork to do." i scrunch my eyebrows. "no, no. we're talking about this. now." aaron leans on his table and his head drops. he places two fingers at the bridge of his nose and pinches it. "it's my job, y/n. you know that."

"i don't recall throwing punches for fun being apart of ur jobs description. i don't care if hardwick threatened you, me or whoever else. you do not engage in danger unless absolutely necessary. and it wasn't this time. you know it." aaron just nods, not wanting to engage in this conversation anymore.

i roll my eyes slighty and sigh again, my arms dropping. "fine. i'm going home - come home when you're ready to grow up, aaron. don't call me." i say and exit his office in a flash, not even looking back. he was gonna go after me, as he always does, but this time- this time we needed some time apart.

i unlock the door to mine and aaron's shared apartment as i see jessica sitting on the couch and jack doing some sort of activity on the coffee table. "hey guys," i smile and jessica looks up. "well look what the cat dragged in. aaron still at work?" i nod and take off my coat. "yeah. thanks for watching jack." i give her a smile of dismissal.

"hey- he's my favorite nephew." "he's your only nephew." "exactly." she smiles and gets up, ruffling jacks hair before going to grab her coat and bag. "you guys have fun, see you tomorrow jack-o!" she says and we both wave her off as the apartment door clinks closed. "whatcha doing?" i ask jack and kneel next to him, peeking over his shoulder. "don't look! it's not done yet." he yells and i laugh, moving back in surrender. "alright, alright. i'll get started on dinner then."

i'm cooking noodles and frying some chicken as i feel a little tug on my shirt, "you can look now." jack says and brings up a piece of paper to my face.

it's a drawing of a little boy with golden hair, presumably him, a woman that looks like it could be me.. and a tall man with dark hair and a classic black suit and red tie- aaron.

i smile and kneel down to place a kiss on jacks cheek, "i love it, jack. are you sure you aren't some kind of secret underground artist? this is really good." he laughs with pride and shakes his head. "nope- i don't think so!" he giggles and runs off back to his paper and pens.

i place the drawing on the counter next to the vegetables i just cut up. "is daddy coming home?" "of course, you know he hates missing dinner time. i'm sure he'll be home soon." i think i'm telling myself that more than i am jack.

"alright buddy, dinner's ready." half an hour passes since jack asked about aaron, and still no sign of him. "but daddy isn't here yet." i sigh. "i know, buddy, but he's got a lot of work to do. let's eat and then bedtime, you'll see him tomorrow. promise." jack nods, although i can sense his sadness about not being able to share his chicken spaghetti with his daddy and tell him all about school. he eats fairly fast, faster than me and then rushes towards the bedroom to put on his jammies. by the time i get there he's sitting on the bed, holding his favorite plushy, waiting for me to tuck him in.

"well look at you," i grin. "eager to sleep, huh? long day at school?" he nods and gets under the covers i hold up for him. i tuck him in tightly and press a kiss to his forehead. "get some sleep, 'kay?" the lights switch off and the door locks as i leave his room, walking down the stairs when i notice a figure entering the front door.

"hey," aaron says and drops his bag, hanging his keys on the key holder. "hi. you missed dinner time." he sighs, "i kno-" "and bedtime." i look at my watch - 10:30 P.M. "can we talk?" he asks, making his way to the kitchen where i'm standing washing dishes, trying very hard to avoid his gaze in which i know i'll melt the second i see it. "are you ready to be rational?"

"y/n, i'm really sorry." he says and i sigh, turning off the sink and wiping my hands before turning to him and holding onto the counter behind my back. "i know what i did today wasn't necessary. i'm sorry. forgive me, please." he pleads, and god do i wish i could just run into his arms and kiss his sadness away.

i drop my head, "i hate when you do this, aaron. putting yourself in unnecessary danger. i know your job requires stuff like this- but this time.. this time it wasn't needed." i look up with teary eyes as my voice breaks and aaron's eyes widen. he walks up to me and places his hands on my hips again.

"y/n.. i'm sorry. i know you were scared. i'm sorry." "i was. but i was more scared of having to tell jack his daddy isn't coming home anymore." aaron's expression drops. i can't tell if it's sadness, disappointment or if the thought of that scared the hell out of him.

"jesus, y/n, i'm so sorry." he hugs me and digs his chin into my shoulder. "i'm sorry i put you through that." he shakes his head and i wipe away the tear falling on my cheek.

he pulls away from the hug to look at me and tucks some hair behind my ear, "it won't happen again. i promi- i swear." i nod and he smiles, placing a quick kiss on my lips. "i love you." "i love you too." "do you forgive me?"

"always."

#aaron hotchner #hotch #fanfic #fanfiction #thomas gibson #bau #criminal minds #angst #oneshot #blurb #fluff

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blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk · 1 year ago

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Could you write a joker x reader? Reader is an apprentice to the prosthetic guy but doesn’t know he’s using children, reader is just trying to learn from someone well versed and ends up seeing joker a lot and one thing leads to another ? Thank you very much

you're welcome!

fun fact I LOVE THIS OMG <3

When you first joined Noah’s Ark Circus, they all joyfully declared you a third-stringer.

You’re not a performer; far from it. You keep to the tents, mainly the medical tent wherein your mentor works. It’s a place of healing, quiet and out of the spotlight that many of the others seem drawn to.

It doesn’t bother you at all. Doc keeps you busy, even if there’s no one to treat at any given moment. There are other things for you to do, and things that he can teach you. Thank the Lord he took you in and is willing to let you study under him. Already you’ve learned so much.

Reviewing some of the texts he’s left you is one of the few ways you’re able to pass the time while Doc is away. You’re not sure where he is, exactly, but he told you he had to fetch some more supplies from town. What kind of shoppe he went to for such things is beyond you. Maybe he’ll show you someday.

For now, there are no illnesses or injuries, thank goodness, and you’re alone in the medical tent. So you read. You sit and commit things to memory and test yourself.

That’s how you stay, fairly idle, until the tent’s ‘door’ is parted and you hear footsteps in the grass and dirt. Upon looking up, you’re faced with the circus ringleader, JOKER.

To say you’ve had feelings for him since shortly after you met him would be fairly accurate. He’s a handsome man, with sunset-orange hair that reaches past his shoulders and the brightest eyes you’ve ever seen. His smile… it makes your heart melt.

He’s been here in the medical tent pretty frequently ― making visits every couple of days, per Doc’s orders, since he’s got a prosthetic arm. It needs checking up on often, to make sure things are going alright. (Though, if Doc is to be believed, he’s chuckled about having to chase Joker down before, with the man sometimes going a week without having Doc check up. You wonder what’s changed that he’s doing better about that now.)

You won’t complain. You like getting to see him. He always has a new joke for you, and despite that he seems quite shy about letting you examine his prosthetic, you find the technology fascinating. It probably isn’t nearly as much to him… he’s expressed before that he doesn’t like that he’s ‘missing pieces’. You can imagine he’s suffered a lot at the hands of other people’s cruelty because he’s different.

All these people are different. No one is exactly the same. You wish you could find the words to say something like that. You just… don’t know how to go about it without making it sound like you’re dismissing his struggles. Ah, well.

“Afternoon, Joker,” you call as you set your book to the side for now. “How are rehearsals going?”

He uses his prosthetic hand to tip an imaginary hat to you, smile ever present. However, there’s also the distinct look of discomfort on his features. “Afternoon, m’ lovely! Aren’t ye a sight f’r sore eyes. Rehearsals are goin’. Eh, well…”

His other hand is held up so that you can plainly see why he looks to be in pain. A cut across his palm, not especially deep but definitely dripping some blood. “Had a li’l accident. Comes wit’ the territory, I s’pose. Doc ain’t round?”

“Oh, dear! I’d say you had an accident.” Your romantic feelings for him get gently pushed to the side in favor of concern over his wound, and you wave him over toward you. “Doc had to go into town to pick up some things, he said… I offered to go so he wouldn’t have trouble getting around, but he says he likes getting out once in a while. Come here, though, have a seat. I think I can patch you up. What happened?”

He offers a mirthless chuckle, sitting down on the cot next to where you’re studying. “Ah, well, let’s jus’ say I ain’t gonna be takin’ Dagger’s job anytime soon, aye? ‘Parently I don’t know the right end ‘f a knife from the wrong one! Found a point, though, hehe.”

You shake your head. “Still making jokes even when you’re hurt? Tsk, if that doesn’t sound like a man married to his job.”

“Awh, no. I jus’ don’t want ye tae worry, ye knoo?” As soon as you turn toward him with a roll of bandages and a bucket of water, he holds out his hand. “I ‘ad worse than this, so don’t fret, alrigh’?”

You dip a rag in the water, and wring it a bit before reaching to start cleaning the cut on his hand. “No promises. Try not to flinch, okay? Grit your teeth if you have to; this might be a little uncomfortable.”

He does his best, you think. You can practically feel his whole body tense up as you make long, careful strokes down the injury to make sure it gets rinsed as well as you can manage. A hiss of pain even gets sucked through his teeth and you can tell from the look on his face that it isn’t pleasant.

“There we are,” you murmur once you finish that part, resting the rag on the edge of the bucket. “The worst part’s done. It looks like it’s stopped bleeding, since there wasn’t too much that came off while I was cleaning it. I’ll bandage it and let you get back to work. Although,” you add in a teasing tone, “if you wanted an excuse to take a little rest, I’d say you’ve got one.”

He laughs, and thankfully it sounds a little stronger than he seemed while you were cleaning the cut. “By God, I got s’me bad luck, aye? Ain’t enough I’m missin’ a ‘and, I gotta ‘urt the other one. Be useless before long. Bloke wit’out either of his ‘ands ain’t good for much, is he?”

You fall quiet for a minute as you unroll the bandage. You begin to wrap it around his hand, making sure that it’s secure but not overly tight. At the risk of your silence making him think you agree with him, you gingerly run your fingers over his palm after you’ve tied off the bandage with a small knot to keep in place.

“I think you’re good for plenty, Joker.” Even though he goes wide-eyed when you do it, you bring his hand up to your face and press a feather-light kiss to his palm. “That prosthetic Doc gave you allows you to have another hand. And this cut isn’t so bad, even though you should rest it a bit. Honestly, even if you couldn’t use both of your hands, I think you’d still find a way to be amazing.”

His face turns pink, then he lets out a breath of a laugh through his nose. “Maybe y’re the one who needs some medical attention. Got a fever ‘r somethin’? Scramblin’ y’r brains?”

“Oh, please.” You sit down on the cot next to him. “Don’t try to make me laugh. I’m trying to tell you that I have feelings for you.” If only your heart would stop pounding like it’s about to jump out of your chest. “You wouldn’t… happen to have anything to tell me, would you?”

“Ah. Well… no. Nothin’ tae say.” In stark contrast, however, he lets his injured hand curl lightly around your fingers. “… Migh’ ‘ave somethin’ tae do, though.”

With that, he leans forward… and hesitates. He’s so close, you can feel his anxious breath, warm against your lips. He wants it. He’s just too afraid to go for it. You can imagine that other people has beaten him down so thoroughly, the thought that no one who isn’t like him could love him has been engraved onto his heart.

He wants it. He doesn’t think you do. This despite the fact that you’ve just told him you like him. What has the world done to this poor, sweet man?

Well. That’s fine. You’ll just have to engrave something else over his heart, something much kinder.

So you lean forward to meet him halfway, taking his lips against yours. Once you’re there, he’s eager to reciprocate, pressing in against you like he’s been craving for it his whole life.

God, if there were only some way to lock a tent the way you’d lock a bedroom. All you can pray is that Doc doesn’t pick this moment to return.

You feel like perhaps you’ve convinced Joker to take that rest after all, because it’s not long before you’re lying on the cot with him. You’re content to kiss him like this until he feels relaxed enough to go back to the practice tent.

But then you twine your fingers into the bony fingers of his prosthetic, and he shudders like he thinks you’re going to pull away from him. “A-ah, hey…” he mumbles against your lips. “Ye shouldn’t… I mean… ye oughta focus on my good ‘and, darlin’…”

“Hm… but I don’t see a bad hand that you have.” You smile, and kiss him again. Twice as hard this time.

“You’ll have to keep up with your visits here, sweetheart. So I can examine your hand. I’ll need an excuse to hold it, after all.”

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Joker #reader insert #romantic #fluff #hurt/comfort #me sobbing in the background like #one hell of a queue

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animeprincessforever · 5 months ago

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Joker X Neko Reader

My Prince

Warning Slight Jealousy Sebastian involved

YOUR POV:

I’ve been with my love Joker since day one of us being in the streets. What made me be abandoned? Well I’m a Neko. I was abandoned by my mother cause according to her I was a freak. I then met Joker and he will often carry me on his shoulder it was my favorite spot. When we met father he took us in. All of us. Beast, Dagger, Doll, Jumbo, Peter, Wendy, myself, and my beloved Joker. Everything was great till father decided he wanted us to start a circus. To me it didn’t make since. But. Joker. He slowly changed. Why? What happened to my beloved prince? The man that would carry me on his shoulder. The man that will let me curl up on his lap or chest. It was like he just disappeared. But things changed when I met Black and Smile. Smile was an odd child but sweet. Then Black something drew me to him. I was in my cat form roaming and exploring and Black picked me up. “My oh my aren’t you a beautiful thing. Those paws so pink. The smooth fur. That little belly. Looks like you need some for food huh?” The attention he was giving me was nice. The attention Joker used to give me. But the way Black treated me was different. I felt loved. I purred against Blacks chest. I felt loved. As Black gave me attention I heard Joker. “Oh! It appears you found our sweet kitten! (Y/n) why don’t you introduce yourself!” I jumped down and turned into my human form. My cat ears and tail still there. I bowed “a pleasure to meet you face to face Black!” I smiled and Black pulled me to his chest “so beautiful and elegant!” He said has he caressed my cheek and I purred more and my tail uncontrollably curled excitedly. Joker grabbed me and said “I’m sorry but we gotta go! See ya later!” Joker tugged me away and took me to my room.

(Your room https://www.pinterest.com/pin/122230577367245124/)

As he pushed me on my bed he said “now my dear what was all that?” I looked at him and smirked “my oh my is my Prince jealous?~” joker chuckled and said “well maybe a little. I’m sorry I’ve been busy. Perhaps we should have more time together.” I smiled “I would love that!” We kissed and cuddled the rest of night.

the end tysm for reading sorry cringe

#anime #black butler circus #black #black butler #noahs arc circus #book of circus #joker #joker black butler #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years ago

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Sweet Seduction Filler Chapters so far — 37/40 total chapters claimed:

Dom!Beast x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Hannah x NB!AFAB!Reader

Dagger x Wife!Reader

Undertaker x Grelle’s Brother!Reader

Vincent x Trans Masc!Reader (Breeding/Size Kink)

Claude x Trans Male!Reader

Retired!Joker x Dom!Trans Male!Reader

Grelle x Plus Size!Fem!Reader x Madam Red

William x Demoness!Reader

Switch!Agni x Switch!Fem!Reader x Switch!Soma

Dagger x Fem!Reader x Joker

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Sub!Agni x Dom!GN!AFAB!Reader

Drossel x Fem!Reader

Sub!Soma x Dom!AMAB!Reader

Dom!Ran Mao x Sub!Fem!Reader

Ronald x Sub!Fem!Reaper!Reader

Finny x Sebastian x Fem!Reader

Ciel x Fem!Reader x Ronald

Soma x Fem!Reader

Ash x Fem!Reader

Baldroy x Male!Reader

Lau x Fem!Reader

Soma x NB!Reader

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Pluto x Fem!Reader

Agni x Male!Reader

Triplets x Fem!Reader

Angela x Noblewoman!Reader

Joker x Fem!Reader

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William x Jealous!Male!Reader

Ash x Stubborn!Fem!Reader

Agni x Princess!Reader x Sebastian

Undertaker x Wife!Reader

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One Hell of a Love (Book 2) Chapter Two

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Two: One Hell of a Prosthesis

Summary: (Y/N) and Sebastian learn more about the circus and audition with Ciel.

“‘Ere we go,” said Joker as he led (Y/N) and Sebastian to the doctor’s tent behind the circus proper. “Right this way. Beg your pardon, the place is rather a mess.” Various performers from the circus watched Joker led the strangers through what was essentially their home. “Oh! Snake.” Joker waved to the snake man. Snake looked up. “Is the Doctor in the first-aid tent?”

Snake was silent, but one of the snakes curling around him pointed to the side.

“Oh, dear. Bad timing,” sighed Joker. “Seems he’s out on business. Come on, we’ll find him.” He continued on.

“Oh, isn’t that the lad who was bitten by the tiger?” said one of the acrobats, the sister.

“You’re right! What a lob of a lad,” said the brother.

“There he is!” said Joker, ducking into another tent where the knife-thrower sat on a chair.

(Y/N)’s nose twitched. Another prosthetic limb, this time on the knife-thrower’s leg.

“Doc!” greeted Joker, and the Doctor turned around in his wheelchair.

“Heya, Joker. I was just working on Dagger,” said the Doctor. “Your arm giving you trouble again?”

“No, I’m not ‘ere for me today,” said Joker.

“Ah…” Dagger looked at Sebastian. “If I think back, yer that feller that got ‘is ‘ead bit by Betty!”

“Betty bit you?!” cried the Doctor. He pulled Sebastian down to his level to look at him properly. “That’s awful! Come, to the medical tent with you!”

He wheeled the group back to the medical tent and looked over Sebastian’s head while (Y/N) watched in amusement as the Doctor’s brow furrowed in surprise since Sebastian had no bite marks.

“Were you really bitten by the tiger?” he asked. “There’s nary a scratch on you.”

Sebastian smiled happily. “It was but a play-bite!”

Play-bite? Dagger and Joker stared at him.

He really does love cats, thought (Y/N), smiling fondly.

“Well, if nothing’s wrong with you, that’s just as well,” said the Doctor.

Joker sighed in relief. “I’m so glad you’re fine. If a member of the audience had been hurt, our troupe leader would’ve had our heads!”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. “You’re not the troupe leader?”

“Nope!” said Joker jovially. “I’m just the Ring Master! The leader is someone else entirely and quite scary to boot.”

“Don’tcha come cryin’ to me when ye get chewed out for sayin’ that,” said Dagger.

“Doctor. I was hoping you could take a look at me leg…?” The animal tamer ducked into the tent.

“Beast!” cried Dagger joyfully.

“You!” cried Beast, glaring at Sebastian.

“I’m ‘aving problems with my leg, too! Gossssh, this’s gotta be more that we’re tied by the red string of f—!”

Beast brushed past Dagger and his words. She pointed at Sebastian and spoke angrily, “You’re the eccentric gentleman from before! What are you doing here?! Thanks to you, the act was completely ruined!”

“Beast!” admonished the Doctor. “How could you talk to a member of the audience like that? You have only your own carelessness in being unable to control Betty to blame!”

I doubt he’d be saying that if he’d seen Sebastian praising Betty, thought (Y/N), amused.

“B-But he approached on his own—!” argued Beast.

“No buts! You’re a professional, right?” said the Doctor.

“Now, now, Doctor. You mustn’t raise your voice in front of a spectator,” said Joker brightly.

“Yeah, yeah! Please examine Beast’s leg first!” said Dagger eagerly.

“Haaah,” the Doctor breathed tiredly. “Beast, retrain Betty again after this.”

“…Yeah,” said Beast.

“Good, now let’s see the prosthesis,” said the Doctor.

(Y/N) and Sebastian exchanged a glance. Another prosthesis? Quite the pattern was emerging.

“Prosthesis?” remarked (Y/N). “Like your hand?” They leaned towards Joker slightly, looking like an innocent, curious cat.

“Yeah,” said Joker, smiling. “Ye might say there’s a little reason behind this circus.” He nodded to where Beast rolled down her stocking to show her prosthetic leg to the Doctor. “One way or another, we’re a collection of folks with problems. I was missing an arm myself, but thanks to the Doctor, look at me now. Pretty fine, eh?”

“And it’s always going bad because you insist on having a prosthetic limb in that shape,” huffed the Doctor, glancing at the skeletal hand. “I wish you’d give some consideration to the person who has to maintain it.”

“Do you make artificial limbs for all of the troupe members?” asked (Y/N).

“Yes, that’s right—It’s a lot of work, I tell you,” said the Doctor. “From carving the parts to installation, I do it all.”

“Carving? Are they made of wood, then?” said Sebastian. He leaned over the Doctor as he worked on Beast’s leg, a completely artificial limb.

“Nope, ceramic,” said the Doctor.

“Ceramic?” said Sebastian.

“I say ceramic, but I use special materials to make it light and durable,” said the Doctor.

Special materials? (Y/N) raised an eyebrow but didn’t voice the question.

“I see. It also feels nice to the touch,” said Sebastian, running a gloved hand over the carved calve of the limb.

“Right? To ensure its smoothness, I also use ball-shaped parts in the joints,” said the Doctor.

“Oh?” Sebastian hand didn’t leave Beast’s leg.

(Y/N)’s nose twitched. They didn’t like Sebastian touching Beast so intimately. It irritated them. They loved him. He was a powerful demon. No human was worthy of his touch. (Y/N) shook the thoughts from their head. Now was not the time to be distracted by their feelings. Besides, Sebastian had made it clear humans were of no consequence to him. Could a demon be?

“This is indeed delicate workmanship,” said Sebastian. He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? What is this hallmark?” He had caught sight of a mark carved into Beast’s limb. It could give clues, so he raised her leg and leaned it. The entire sight was far from innocent.

“What are you playing at you, you letch?!” said Beast, attempting to kick Sebastian in the head, but he leaned back to evade

He smirked as he stood. “Aah, excuse me. You did not strike me as one so chaste as to be bashful at something of this sort, so—”

“Why, you!” Beast cracked her whip towards him.

Sebastian stepped to the side casually, still grinning impishly.

“Hey! Beast! Stop that! He’s a spectator!” cried the Doctor. He looked back at Joker and dagger worriedly. “You two stop her qui—!”

“You barmy bastard!” shouted Dagger. “How dare ye lay a hand on Beast’s pale, silken skin! How dare ye! How dare ye! And when I haven’t even laid a hand on it yet!” He threw several knives at Sebastian, who flipped to avoid them.

“Though I did not touch her skin directly, I do seem to have touched your anger,” observed Sebastian, landing on a rope spanning the tent as it held drying clothes.

“Dagger, stop it, or the tent will—!”

Dagger ignored the Doctor. “Forget the tent! Beast’s chastity is more important!” He launched more knives.

(Y/N) intervened. They leapt into the air, catching the knives between their fingers as they landed beside Sebastian.

“No way?!” Dagger blinked in shock, and Joker whistled, impressed.

“Don’t push your luck!” Beast’s whip cracked up at the pair.

Joker blocked her with his baton. A solemn look was exchanged before Joker grinned, and his baton popped open to reveal a bouquet of flowers. “Here!” He grinned at everyone in the tent. “Alright, alright, that will do for today!”

“But Joker!” Dagger wanted to fight for Beast’s honor.

“Why didn’t you stop them sooner?!” cried the Doctor helplessly.

“But he—!” Beast was still angry.

“Come, come.” Joker hugged Beast and patted her leg. “Ye have such lovely legs, after all. I can understand why he would want to have a touch. I’m going to give you these flowers, so let’s see a smile!” Beast blushed and looked away as she attempted to remain upset in the face of Joker’s flattery.

(Y/N) and Sebastian landed on the floor of the tent, and (Y/N) grinned at Dagger’s annoyed and astounded face when they handed back his knives.

“But I saaay,” continued Joker. “Leaving all that aside, you ‘ave some terrific reflexes. So much I’ve half a mind to scout ye for our troupe here.”

(Y/N) and Sebastian glanced at each other. Now that was an idea to gather information.

“Are you sure?” said Sebastian. He sighed and pretended to look forlorn. “To tell the truth, our current master is so willful that I have quite had enough of him.”

(Y/N) nodded, playing along. “Truly troublesome.”

“Master, ye say…Are ye a servant at some grand house?” Joker blinked. “You’re dressed well, I figure ye two for some nobles.”

“No, we’re not nobles,” said (Y/N).

“We are merely a butler and maid,” said Sebastian. “So, were you serious about scouting us for your troupe? If so, I would like to join at once.”

“Are ye really serious?” said Joker.

“Of course,” said (Y/N).

“Haha! You two are amusing! I like ye,” said Joker. “If ye wanna join up, ye can come by anytime.”

“Hey! Joker! How could you decide just like that?” cried Beast indignantly.

“Now, now, they’re quite the talents,” said Joker.

“If you please,” said Sebastian. “There is one other I would like to introduce to you.”

“Certainly! If I can get a third like you two, I’d just love it! But I would like to run him through our tryout,” said Joker.

“Understood,” said Sebastian. “Well, then, the three of us shall impose upon you tomorrow. Thank you so much for today.”

(Y/N) smiled as they left the tent with Sebastian. “You do not need to show us the way out.”

“Now, then,” said Sebastian. “The larger tents.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I haven’t sensed children, but there’s something else here. Farther in.”

“Yes, I noticed the same,” agreed Sebastian.

They took a few steps in, but a sudden hiss caught their attention. Snake stood beside them, one of his snakes extending out towards them.

“Entry beyond this point is forbidden -says Wilde,” said Snake. “The exit is over there -says Goethe.”

Sebastian smiled. “Thank you for your kindness.” They would have to investigate once part of the troupe.

“Goodbye -says Goethe,” said Snake as Sebastian and (Y/N) walked away.

“Huuh?!” Ciel glared at Sebastian when the butler explained the situation with the undercover work. “Why did things turn out that way?”

“Why, you ask? Like we said—”

“Ciel!” Sebastian’s second explanation was interrupted by Soma running into the room. “You were late! Are you done for the day?!”

“Welcome home,” said Agni politely, and (Y/N) smiled and nodded to him in greeting.

“Teach me chess today!” said Soma.

“When did I order you to do such a thing?” said Ciel to Sebastian, ignoring Soma.

“Is there any harm in it?” said Sebastian.

“Hey! Ciel! What a sour face you’ve got there. I came out to greet you, so you could at lease smile!” cried Soma.

“Shut up! I’m busying right now! Keep your mouth shut,” said Ciel, an irk mark appearing.

Soma pouted as Ciel walked to his room. “Luck will run away if you’re not smiling, you know.”

“Like I was saying,” said Ciel once they were in his room. “How did it turn into me having to join the circus as well?”

“No one is having you do anything,” said Sebastian. “You will try out for the troupe and be asked to join.”

“You two are the only ones that need to infiltrate the place. Living in a tent is no laughing matter!” said Ciel.

“Are you sure you wish for us to act of our own free will within the circus? Sebastian would have no commands from you,” said (Y/N), smirking. “He could do anything.”

“…Point taken,” said Ciel. “But the ability to do tricks is essential to being a circus performer, right? I can’t do anything like that.”

“Indeed,” said Sebastian. “Please, do your best with the tryout tomorrow. As your butler, I shall be cheering you on from the bottom of my heart.”

Ciel huffed. “There’s nothing for it. I’ll have to join the circus, too.”

“As you wish,” said Sebastian, bowing as he and (Y/N) left the room.

“How much are you going to enjoy manipulating Ciel into getting into the circus?” said (Y/N).

“Manipulation? You wound me. I would hardly call steering my Master in the right direction manipulation,” said Sebastian. He paused. “But if you were to call it such, I would say it is simply a bit of innocent fun on my part.” He smirked. “He said he had to join, and it is my duty to ensure he does.”

(Y/N) smirked. “And enjoying yourself while doing it?”

“That is a fortunate byproduct,” said Sebastian impishly.

(Y/N) chuckled, and Sebastian’s eyes gleamed in victory at having drawn out such a sound. Just as he loved (Y/N), he loved knowing he made them feel good. It was a matter of pride to him, to know (Y/N) enjoyed his company. He would win (Y/N)’s affections, slowly but steadily. And then he would draw a myriad of other sounds out of them.

Of course, he had no idea they had been won long ago.

“Goodness me! Ye sure brought along an incredible adorable child, eh? Are you a boy?” said Joker as he gazed at Ciel, dress in plain clothes and ready for his tryout.

“Yes,” said Ciel. “I was a pageboy at the manor. I’m Finnian…”

“What a grand-sounding name ye ‘ave!” said Joker cheerfully. “We’ll give ye a stage name if ye make it into our troupe. But being cute isn’t enough to work in a circus. Ye gotta know how to do tricks. So little fellow, what are ye good at?”

“…Darts?” said Ciel.

“Knife throwing it is! Dagger, lend him your knives,” said Joker.

“Here ye go,” said Dagger, handing a few daggers over.

“Hit that target over there from here,” said Joker, nodding to the target. It was quite far away from Ciel.

“Aww man. What a bully y’are, ol’timer. With them scrawny arms, ‘e’ll never ‘it the target.”

“I’m not being mean. Ye couldn’t call it an act if it ‘twere any closer,” said Joker.

Ciel threw the knife, and it pitifully began to fall short of the target. Before it hit the ground, though, Sebastian flicked a pebble into the hilt and sent it flying up into the center of the target. No one but (Y/N) could see the pebble, though, so the humans gaped in amazement.

“No way?!” cried Joker and Dagger.

Over and over, the same thing happened—Ciel threw the knife, and Sebastian saved it at the last second.

“Will that do?” said Ciel, turning to Joker.

“Ye seem to have good control,” said Joker. “Then next up is this! Tightrope walking!” he dragged Ciel into the tall tent, and Doll, the tightrope walker, guided Ciel up onto the platform. “Doll! Tie the lifeline nice ‘n tight now! He’s yet a novice, so he’ll hurt himself if he falls!”

“Won’t you test me with something else?” said Ciel.

“Ooh? Retiring already, hmm, little fellow?” teased Joker.

“N-No, but something other than this—” Ciel swallowed and looked down.

“Then get a move on, would ye?” encouraged Joker.

Ciel took a step out and swayed dangerously. Sebastian flicked a pebble and hit him in the side, straightening him. Ciel gritted his teeth at the pain, and (Y/N) glanced at Sebastian, who was smirking impishly. The raven demon was having a little fun (just a little). Ciel rubbed his back as he descended on the other side of the tightrope and glared at Sebastian.

“Amazing! I never thought ye would actually walk the tightrope!” said Joker.

“Thank you,” said Ciel, staring down his butler who had a smirk on his face.

“Then this cutie-pie passes right, ol’ chap?!” said Dagger, patting Ciel on the head.

“Not yet,” said Joker. “The little fellow’s missing something important. A first class…smile!”

Sebastian and (Y/N) snickered together at Ciel’s aghast face.

Ciel clenched his fist. “…” And then he forced himself to give Joker a big smile.

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