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[futurefamousdeadmusician]

Hideout - Jonathan Crane x!Sister Pt. 3

Author's note; Wishing all the happiest of New Year! Image Credit; Edward Addeo

Summary; Lillian Crane is on the run. Out of luck and out of time, she only has one place left to go. After turning up at her brother's high-rise apartment she hopes to just lie low for a little while. Can Jon help his little sister outrun international authorities, or will the past, present, and future all find their way into her hideout?

When Lillian opened her eyes the following morning she went stiff at the sight of the white blanket that wrapped around her body. For a moment she had forgotten nearly all of the events that had led her to this room the previous night. She squinted through the light peering into through the curtained windows and rolled over, feeling around within the mountain of plush pillows and sheets for her phone. Nearly dead and with no messages of importance she noted the time to be a quarter past 9 a.m. Upon remembering the charging cable stuffed deep into her backpack she swung her legs over the edge of the raised mattress and took her first steps of a new era; fugitive in hiding. 

After nearly tripping on them as she made her way to the door she looked down to find a pair of light pink slippers sitting neatly by the foot of the bed. She took this small detail to confirm that Jon in fact, did seek the companionship of a woman. She laughed and rubbed her face as she entered the hallway. Noise echoed from the kitchen as she made her way down the  hall to see her brother, with his back turned to her, tending to something on the stove. The smell of breakfast sausage and fresh coffee caught her off guard seeing as she hasn’t eaten anything but cheap diner food, frozen meals, and fast food for weeks while dealing with the stress of her new situation. She could hear the soft sounds of the Gotham’s morning news come through the speakers of the small TV that was luxuriously fitted into the walls of the kitchen. She moved closer with a sense of hesitation, though she couldn’t figure out why. Without turning around Jon broke the figurative silence. 

“I made coffee. Cups are above the machine. Use the white ones.”  Lillian cleared her throat and replied, “Thanks.” She, now more quickly after being invited into the space, made her way to the coffee maker and helped herself. Adding just a small spoon of sugar and stirring it in. Just enough to cut the bitterness but not much else. It was another thing that unwillingly bonded the Crane siblings, they both took their coffee black, unless they bothered to put in the extra effort to add just a single serving of sugar, and given the bewildering night they had just experienced, they could be bothered. 

“This is great,” Lillian complemented her brother. It was the best coffee she had drank in a long while. She usually preferred the expensive lattes and drips that her salary afforded her but, like many other things as of late, that preference, unfortunately, wasn’t being accommodated. At first, she felt comfort and nostalgia for the drink found in the Denny’s coffee pot at 2 o’clock in the morning. It reminded her of her days in high school when she would run off with her friends to the outskirts of town. Now, she preferred exhaustion over that filth. 

“I get it from a roaster on 14th,” Jon explained. Since she had entered the room he had only spared a glance at the TV set when the meteorologist to run down the weekend forecast and then returned his gaze to the stove. After taking a seat at the breakfast bar, still talking to her brother’s back, Lillian asked, 

“Don’t you work today?” With no time for contemplation, he said 

“I called and told them I wouldn’t be making it in today.” 

“Why?” She asked only seconds later realizing exactly why he had done so. 

“Why do you think?” The doctor asked sounding as if he was asking a child why they thought a rainbow had spread across the sky just minutes after a thunderstorm. She stayed silent. Guilt filling her and staring down into the dark abyss that she held in her hand. She saw movement where Jonathan stood and she snapped her eyes up to see him holding two plates, both consisting of scrambled eggs, sausage and a piece of wheat toast with a thin coat of jam. Her eyebrows perked up just enough for her brother to notice her understated excitement. He set the plates down over the bar. One in front of Lillian and one in front of the empty seat to her left. Before he could finish retrieving utensils and seating himself in the open chair, Lillian had finished the piece of bread that once rested on her plate and began eyeing her brothers. He set the paper towel and then the fork gently by her right hand before doing the same for himself and finally finding his seat. Lillian took a proper bite of her food and turned to her brother. 

“Thank you,” she said quietly to the side of his face before returning to her meal. He finished his bite and began to pick up his mug when he responded. 

“I had extra.” 

—

The pair had finished their meal and after refilling their coffees, Jon began to load the used cookware into the dishwasher. Lillian didn’t know how to bring up the shampoo or the razors or the slippers she had found since her stay here began but her curiosity ate at her, still surprised at the possibility of her brother, her quiet, stoic, just plain weird bother, could actually have a girlfriend. In what may have been the most complex way of raising the question she stuttered out, 

“What’s her name?” Jonathan slowed to stop what he was doing and turned to look at the girl. His brows furrowed and he ever so slightly cocked his head. 

“What?” He said sharply. 

“The girl you have over,” she continued, “what’s her name?” He stood up straight from his hunched position over the open appliance and his hands, one clutching a dish towel, fell to his sides. 

“What are you talking about?” The same tone as before followed these words out of his mouth. Lillian took in a breath and fixed her eyes on her brother softly as to not annoy him any further. 

“The girly shit in the bathroom, and the slippers. I was just curious. How long have you been seeing her?” She said trying to hide her excitement. He let out a sigh and rolled his eyes in a way only Jonathan Crane could. He turned back to his task and Lillian retuned her look of guilt, yet again, to her coffee. 

“I was just curious, I’m sorry if I overstepped,” she said quietly but before she could finish her sentence her brother spoke with an annoyed huff. 

“There is no woman.” 

“Then why do you have fuckin’ pink razors,” she laughed nervously and continued to drink her coffee. Holding the cup to her face almost felt like a shield from whatever Jon would say to her. 

“I was at the store, and I just got things that I figured you’d need. In case you had to leave them behind.” The room fell silent all but for the TV still lit up above the counter, now it was rolling ads for a local window washing company. Lillian let out a sharp, but relieved breath, through her nose and took another drink. Her small, hushed laughed caused Jonathan looked back at his sister while finishing with the dishes. She looked at him and spoke with the tenacity of a professor asking her students what the true meaning of the universe is. 

“Slippers?” 

—

After minutes of comfortable silence between the two, Lillian remembered her phone charger that sat in her bag still resting by the door. She rose and went to search for it finally retrieving it out of her pack. She might as well take her belongings to her new room soon, since it was apparent she would be here longer than she anticipated. This was supposed to last a few weeks - a month tops - but after her expedited appearance in Gotham, she feared this ordeal would go on much longer. The last she had heard before leaving her apartment was that agents stationed in Germany had found the location of two members of the Black Cobras during a raid. Since learning this, the rest of the small organization had feared that these two may give up the identities and whereabouts of other members. That, in collusion with INTERPOL’s networks already gaining a renewed interest in the group, caused alarm bells to sound and those still free of custody had to take more extreme measures than the originally agreed upon “laying low.” 

Lillian gathered her belongings loosely in her arms and tugged the rest behind her in the suitcase into her bedroom. After a short moment of assessing all that she had brought laid out on the clean white bed, she felt a wave of sadness boil up deep within. She stared into nothing and allowed herself a small moment of regret and longing for the life she had left behind which she in some way hoped to go back. Could she go back? What else did she know? In all, what she had brought from her small apartment nestled on the outer streets of Paris were 3 changes of clothes, her notebook, laptop, the few bottles and jars of bath products that she scooped off of the bathroom counter on her way out, a hair brush, wallet, passport, a few pens and pencils already at the bottom of the old backpack, a few other odds and ends including charging cables, headphones, sticky notes, and a flash drive, and finally, her small stuffed bunny named, well, bunny. She had been given this toy upon her birth from her mother. No matter where the young girl went, even today, the bunny never left her. Through all the running, the hiding, the restless movement, every home Lillian had occupied had also sheltered Bunny. So, when she got the call that one dreadful evening that she needed to evacuate, the first thing she packed, of course, was Bunny. 

After standing and reflecting for just a minute more, she now turned to carefully stack her few lasting toiletries on the dresser beside the bed. Upon moving she took a startled step back when she saw Jonathan standing in the doorframe, silent and watching. 

“Christ. Knock much?” She huffed and returned to her task. Jonathan remained in his place and said in a coldly, 

“I didn’t think I had to knock in my own home.” The girl rolled her eyes and began sifting through her packs once again in hopes of finding anything else she may have missed. Jon took a few steps into the bright room and looked down at his sister. A small change, barley noticeable, came across his face when he examined her. Pity, almost. With an only slightly relaxed tone than before he offered, 

“You can do your laundry down the hall, there is a basket in the closet.” Lillian spared a brief look at him and hummed a short breath in acknowledgment. When she moved to gather the basket that would carry her rain-dampened clothes to the washer, Jon took her spot in front of the bed with her belongings spread out. 

“Is this all you brought?” He asked bluntly. His sister, a much more emotive speaker replied in an offended huff, 

“Yes it is.” Trying to keep her annoyance at bay, she refused to look at him and forcefully shoved her few articles off the bed and into the basket. As she picked up the basket, her brother spoke again, this time in his best attempt at a softened voice, 

“If you need anything, I can take you shopping tomorrow, or I can get it for you. If you didn’t want to go out.” She slowed her movements, frustration falling away from her as quickly as it arose and looked up at her brother’s still stoic, unmoving gaze. Loosening her grip on the plastic basket she nodded shyly returning her gaze to the floor. It pained her ego enough to even show up at her brother’s door, and having to rely on him to get her basic necessities hurt in a way she hasn’t felt since living under her father. Jon stepped forward, not wanting to continue this display of emotion any further and gently placed a hand on the center of Lillian’s back. The touch shocked her and sent a shiver down her spine. Quietly, and as gently as the man could, he said, 

“I’ll show you where the laundry is.” A gentle guidance led Lillian out of the bedroom door. The soft delicate touch never left her until they made it to the machine. 

[sister-lucifer]

Sorry for another req, I just love your dividers so much!! could you do riddler/scarecrow themed dividers?

🧩Riddler + Scarecrow Dividers🎃

please like, reblog, & credit if you use!

[DIVIDER REQUESTS ARE OPEN!]

DNI: TERFS, endo, proship, pro ana, nazi, MAPs, zoophiles

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[kissyboots]

Every Crane fan with a Max account be like-

[scarecrowdrugs]

SV Jon's very proud of his surrogate daughter, even if Clarice keeps threatening to break his nose every time he sneaks into Gotham University. Just don't worry about the fact that she's actually his half sister that he kidnapped, it's probably fine.

[lizzyiii]

Lizzy's Masterlist

Hiii! I'm Lizzy • 18 • she/her • fanfic author • broken bad guy apologist • MDNI • POC girl •

My ask box is officially CLOSED TO REQUESTS for oneshots of:

— aemond targaryen

— loki laufeyson

— draco malfoy

— jonathan crane

— homelander

— viserys targaryen iii

REQUESTS GUIDELINE!

Aemond Targaryen

↪ His Lady Love (series)

— aemond x vampire!mikaelson!reader

— (to/hotd crossover)

— [smut + angst + fluff + violence + death]

↪ Rõva Mandia

— aemond x sister!reader

— [ smut + fluff ]

↪ The Dragon's Treasure (1)

— aemond x niece!reader

— [fluff + angst]

↪ The Dragon's Treasure (2)

— aemond x niece!reader

— [angst]

↪ The Dragon's Treasure (3) (final)

— aemond x niece!reader

— [angst + toothrotting fluff]

↪The Sapphire Gift

— aemond x baratheon!reader

— [fluff]

↪ Fire and Family (series)

— if hotd was a sitcom

— hotd x reader (all platonic)

— [fluff + angst + comedy + eventual smut]

↪ His Mother's Sister

— aemond x aunt!reader

— [smut + fluff]

↪ A Beauty Too Tempting

— aemond x cousin! reader

— [smut + yandere!aemond]

↪Scales and Arpeggios

— aemond x wife!reader

— [toothrotting fluff]

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↪His Darling (series)

— loki x fem!reader

— [angst + fluff]

Homelander

↪ Love And Devotion

— homelander x supe!reader

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Draco Malfoy

Jonathan Crane

Viserys Targaryen iii

↪ Dark Red (series-ao3)

— viserys iii x stark!oc (oc is wanda inspired)

— [smut + angst + violence + death]

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Scarecrow Week 2024

For the seventh year in a row, I am hosting Scarecrow Week! This is a time for us fans to celebrate the Master of Fear, the Duke of Despair, the Lord of Terror, Jonathan Crane! I’ve come up with a whole week’s worth of prompts to inspire you. All types of content is welcome and you don't have to follow the prompts, they're just for fun!, Fanfic, artwork, edits, memes, whatever--it's welcome!! Show you love of Scarecrow however you like! Just keep your submissions safe for work please! Aside from that rule, go wild! (and if you feel you can’t complete the prompts in October, late OR early entries are accepted!)

Scarecrow Week will take place from October 25th - October 31st

Prompts:

Day 1: Toxin Takeover

Day 2: University Stories

Day 3: Farm-life Family

Day 4: Revenge of the Hobby Lobby Scarecrows

Day 5: HORSE GIRL JONATHAN

Day 6: (in the tune of the LMFAO song) FEAR TOXIN SHOTS SHOT SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS!!

Day 7: Halloween with the Sanderson Sisters (or free day)

Please tag your posts with #ScarecrowWeek2024 so I can reblog them!

[amomentsescape]

can you do soft headcanons with the J squad, please?

Soft! Headcanons with the J Squad

Jerome Valeska x Reader

Jonathan Crane x Reader

Jervis Tetch x Reader

A/N: This is my first time writing for Jonathan and Jervis, so I hope this came out to your liking!

Jerome Valeska

He's one of those guys that truly doesn't care what he does in front of people, or what others think of him

Do you want to cuddle up against him in front of everyone?

He'll proudly hold you in his arms

You want to plant kisses all over his face just because?

He happily smiles through them all

Whatever you want, he'll give you

Doesn't matter when or where

And this doesn't change in private either

He loves physical touch, so you're up against his side about 23 hours out of the day

He's also clingy in his own way too

You're using the bathroom?

He just walks right in, no shame

You're getting dressed?

Oh, let him help you with that

He might not admit it, but he likes having eyes on you every minute of every day

As happy as he acts all the time, he does really worry about you

You're a huge part of what keeps him going

Without you, he literally has no humanity left

Jonathan Crane

You are basically his life line

When the nightmares become too much, he grabs ahold of you to reassure himself that he's not alone

When you aren't around, he doesn't eat, doesn't drink, and finds himself engulfed in utter terror

He actually needs you

Even if he wants a bit of space, he needs you in the room with him so he has something he knows is real

During the good days, he's very attentive to you

He enjoys being cuddled up next to you, listening to you talk about random stuff

He also likes when you play with his hands

Physical touch can sometimes be overwhelming for him, but just the softest feeling of your fingers against his helps ground him

There are some moments where he hides himself from you

He's so afraid that he'll hurt you or something will come and take you away from him

But each time, you're there to coax him out of that darkness with a gentle smile and a reassuring voice

He knows deep down that he'll always be able to count on you

Jervis Tetch

He enjoys having a routine with you

Each morning you get up together and have breakfast

In the afternoon, you both share tea and pastries

And at night, you both put on colorful matching pajamas while you read to him

He just really enjoys affectionate time with you

Your arm wrapped in his, the occasional kiss on the cheek or hand, and being entangled in each other's embrace every night during bed

Whenever he has a nightmare about his sister or finds himself going too mad, he seeks you out

You're able to bring him back better than anyone else

He likes to bring home lavish clothing for you to wear

One of his favorite things is playing dress up and watching you try on all the stuff he's gotten for you

And if there's one outfit he finds especially pleasing, he'll take you in his arms and sway you around to whatever song pops in his head

During his low moments, he'll lay against you and ask you to tell him a story

It doesn't really matter what it is, he just enjoys hearing your voice and feeling your chest vibrate against his ear

[thevelvetvampyre]

⋆˚࿔MASTERLIST𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Warning: All of my fics are smut. Individual warnings at the top of each post xoxo

🍒Cillian Murphy:

The screening - Cillian Murphy x Nolans Niece

Caught red handed- Cillian Murphy x Assistant

The dinner party - Cillian Murphy x Reader

🧑‍🏫Tom Buckley:

Mental Foreplay - Tom Buckley x student reader

🎬Neil Lewis:

Late night ride - Neils Lewis x Best friend’s sister

Just like the actress - Neil Lewis x Coworker reader

💷Robert Fischer:

The typo - Robert Fischer x Secretary Reader

🧪Jonathan Crane:

Bunny to a wolf - Jonathan crane x patient reader

⏱️Raymond Leon:

Pink lace - Raymond Leon x stepdaughter

🔫Thomas Shelby:

Coming soon

👀Jackson Rippner:

Coming soon

🔭J. Robert Oppenheimer:

Coming soon

🚿Emmett:

Coming soon

🚨Lenny Miller:

Coming soon

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 7: Arkham Creeping with Dan Pt.1

Here with Another Chapter for the Day :33 well, this is my second chapter for today but it depends on WHO'S reading anyways <333

Enjoy pookies~

[Dan Phantom is Chill Until someone Hurts his Baby Brother or Baby Sister]

╔═*.·:·.✧ [ꀸꍏꈤ꓄ꍟ-ꉓꍟꈤ꓄ꋪꀤꉓ ꉓꃅꍏꉣ꓄ꍟꋪ] ✧.·:·.*═╗

Dante held Danny's hand gently, worry filling his formerly stoic face.

He felt small subtle tears roll down his cheeks as Frostbite, the Large Yeti Doctor examine the little Ghost Prince.

"Will he be alright?" Dante asks Frostbite with a gentle voice. Frostbite merely nods and smiles, "The Great One will be quite alright, it's fair to say that he's handled worse but both his human self and ghost core are back to it's normal compatibility but I suggest letting his body and core rest for the time being." Frostbite the yeti said with a gentle reassuring smile as he pats Dante's Shoulder.

"I, Frostbite of the Far Frozen, Promise with all my core, that the young great one will be fine Dante. As his Core resonates with the coldness of our Habitat it'll help him even further if he rests here." Frostbite said and Dante nods. Vlad taps Dante's Shoulder, "We need to go back and let Daniel have some space to rest big Badger." He says gently.

"Right...." Dante muttered and stood up, Ellie jumping up to Dante with hands high and Dante Carrying her in his arms. Ellie was also worried, Danny was in so much pain although everything stemmed mostly from his memories the Fear Toxin also tried to fight it off but that made Danny's body hurt.

Dante kisses her forehead and they pressed it with each other before Dante looked one last time at Danny's Unconscious Body and left with Vlad. Vlad simply pats his back as they headed back to Gotham through a Portal Dante had made.

"Dante, if you need me for consolation or anything you have me on Speed Dial. I don't consider you 3 as my children for nothing... Remember that." Vlad says with a gentle father-like tone. Something that Dante isn't used to but he's fine with it, Dante nods and watches Ellie and Vlad drive off back to Vlad's Mansion leaving Dante by his and Danny's apartment.

It's a good thing that Vlad respects their decisions to not live in a fancy apartment or the mansion. Dante went to Danny's bedroom and sat by his bed, Dante let the tears flood out and roll down his cheeks, his sobs probably echoed in the room blaming himself for not being able to protect Danny at that time.

Blaming himself that he couldn't predict that Good Ol' Clockwork would do something like this for the 'best timeline', it made Dante both Furious and Sorrowed. He clutched his hands into a fist and grit his teeth lividly. He was going to take revenge on the person who made his brother suffer. He was going to kill them in the most gruesome way and use his servants in the ghost zone to torture them for life once he acquired their soul in his clasp.

And that Victim will be Jonathan Crane. The Scarecrow.

┉┈◈◉◈┈┉─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉

Dante walked out of his apartment building with his usual Cap and Mask but now he's carrying another Full Face Mask Resembling... A Badger. [ How Neat. ]

Dante decided he would take out some of his anger to a criminal for tonight and trespassed back in crime alley waiting for something to happen as he smoked a single cigarette.

Danny didn't like it when he smoked but now he'll only do it if Danny is never around, he does not want to be a bad influence to his baby brother and baby sister. He breathes out a whiff of smoke.

He glances to his side and from far off he saw Red Hood, Arms Crossed and staring at him. "You're back. Why are you here this time?" Red Hood asked curiously. "I need to vent out my anger on a shitty person tonight." Dante answered bluntly as he puffs out another cloud of smoke.

"Ugh, I hate that smell." Red Hood huffs as he waved off the smoke of the cigarette, it made Dante chuckle amusingly. "Never smoked before?" Dante asked curiously, "Actually, I quit when I was younger, gotta take care of these lungs yk." Red Hood Muses back and both of them chuckle.

Dante likes that they get along quite well it made Dante smile under his mask. "Care to tell me, why exactly are you doing beating up criminals in my turf?" Red Hood leans on the wall beside Dante. "Highest Crime, Called Crime Alley, do I need to list everything?" Dante answered, Red Hood thought for a moment before answering "...Touche".

Dante gave Red Hood a Biscuit he had saved for Ellie but forgot to give. "So why broody?" Hood asked him as he turns up his mask just half his face exposed. "Someone hurt my Baby Brother, I'm contemplating whether to kill them or torture them." Dante answered Bluntly. "... That's a crime yk, the bats won't be too happy about Murder Cases. Who even hurt your baby brother then?" Red Hood are the biscuits slowly, now wondering who the fuck made them cuz these are delicious.

"Scarecrow, My baby brother got caught up in his attack. He suffered from memories of the past we both never wanted to remember again..." Dante clutches his Cigarette. "Well Fuck, is he okay now? How old was he?" Hood was baffled but curiousity got the best of him and he kept asking.

"Doc says he's gonna be fine... He's... 13 and turning 14 in the next few months." Dante lit another cigarette. "I say do what you wanna do, I don't give a fuck as long as it's not my business and honestly, he deserves it." Hood chuckles as he ate all the biscuits, "Who made these? These are heavenly delicious!".

"I did, thank you for liking them." Dante chuckled and smiled, Red Hood flinched and Dante swears he saw his cheeks heat up but he doesn't pay it any mind and groans as he stands back up straight.

"You should start a bakery" Red Hood teases him, "I'd totally buy everything." Red Hood ate the rest of the cookies in the small packet.

Dante smiled softly " I already work as barista and it's only a hobby so no. Anyways I'm off Hood, you made my anger go away. Thanks for amusing this Feral Mind of Mine." Dante walked off and waved at Red Hood as he does so. "I'll see you soon again." Dante pulls out a card and swiped it that it flew right in Hood's hand which took him aback as he stepped Backwards in awe.

"Damn! What's this?" Hood asks from afar and Dante turns his head to Look at Hood with a wide ear to ear grin, too unnatural to be a human one. "My Number. Have fun with it~" Dante teases as he chuckled and put his Mask back, eventually turning to a corner and disappearing out of nowhere like Hood remembers the first time they met.

▂[𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲, 𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟗, 𝟖:𝟎𝟎 𝐀𝐌]▂

Dante groans as he wakes up from his dreadful sleep, he looks at the time in his phone and goes to kitchen to make coffee..

He notices Red Hood has Texted Him. Nice.

He decides to reply later and instead look at the messages Ellie has sent him.

𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐧 [𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝]

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 : 𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧.

𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐆𝐚𝐲𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫:𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡? 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐮𝐫 10 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐭.

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞.𝐩𝐧𝐠

𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐆𝐚𝐲𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫:𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐦??? 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬??

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞:𝐓𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐮𝐡.

𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡: 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐡, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 8 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 �� 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦??

𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐄𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭:𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄?!? 𝐔𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑!!

𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐆𝐚𝐲𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫: 𝐎𝐡 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐌 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍!!

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥, 𝐁𝐮𝐡-𝐁𝐲𝐞.

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡:𝐃𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐡𝐲𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲, 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰. 𝐘𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄.

𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐆𝐚𝐲𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫:𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚.

𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡:𝐈𝐦 𝐎𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝.

𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐆𝐚𝐲𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫: 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐞.

𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐄𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭: 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐞.

𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐆𝐚𝐲𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡: 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑

𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭

𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐄𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐮𝐭

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Dante chuckled to himself amusingly as he got ready for work whilst examining the Blueprint of Arkham Asylum. It is honestly surprising that they even got this confidential information within a day. Determined kids are terrifying to say the least.

He planned to infiltrate Arkham Asylum at night and it would have been the easiest part. The not so easy part is finding scarecrow's cell in that giant building, but thanks to Ellie and Tucker he now knows. He hides his evil unnatural grin behind his facemask as he worked in the Cafe as Normal.

'Oh how I miss the taste of Blood.' He mutters to himself.

┉┈◈◉◈┈┉─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉─┉┈◈◉◈┈┉

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

DC (EXCLUDING MAINLY BATMAN/FAM) MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

CLARK KENT/ SUPERMAN

A Kent And A Wayne (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

Effects Of The Toxin (Clark Kent X Wayne!Male!Reader)

DIANA PRINCE/ WONDERWOMAN

Motherly (Diane Prince X Teen!Reader)

Family Visit (Diana Prince X Daughter!Reader)

Snow Day (Diana Prince X Reader)

Washing Up (Diana Prince X Male!Reader)

BARRY ALLEN/ FLASH

Little Gifts (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Anyone But Him (Barry Allen X Wayne!Reader)

Another Speedster (Barry Allen X Reader)

The Wayne Mystery (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Sorry!(Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Cancelled Plans (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Please Stop (Barry Allen X Fem!Reader)

Actual Flirting (Barry Allen X Male!Reader)

Caught Red Handed (Barry Allen X Fem!Wayne!Reader)

How Did It Come To This? (Barry Allen X Sibling!Reader)

JUSTICE LEAGUE

Would You Kindly? (Justice League X Male!Reader)

Hidden Scars And Memories (Justice League X Male!Reader)

MULTIPLE

New Start (Roy Harper X Male!Reader X Jason Todd)

A Mostly Successful Mission (Jason Todd X Male!Reader X Roy Harper)

Keeping Secrets (Dick Grayson X Male!Reader X Wally West)

The Quiet Son (Bruce Wayne X Son!Reader X Justice League)

Father's Day (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

No More Joker (Harley Quinn X Fem!Reader X Poison Ivy)

City Siren's Daughter (Harley, Ivy & Selina X Daughter!Reader)

Nightmares (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

Their Redemption (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader X Ivy)

One Of Us Hurt (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader X Clark Kent)

VILLAINS

Penguin's Friend (Ed Nygma X Male!Reader)

Waiting For You (Jerome Valeska X Fem!Reader)

My Responsibility (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader)

There For Me (Harley Quinn X Batsis!Reader)

Never Going Back (Harley Quinn X Daughter!Reader)

We Could Be A Team (Deathstroke X Daughter!Reader)

Colleagues (Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

OTHER

What Happened?! (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Close Your Eyes (Leonard Snart X Reader)

Nothing Else (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Secret Meetings (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

We're Having A Baby? (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

She's My Sister! (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

I'm Not Letting You Go (Leonard Snart X Fem!Reader)

Future Child (Leonard Snart X Daughter!Reader)

Saving Up (Harrison Wells X Trans!Male!Reader)

Stubborn And Injured (Raven X Fem!Reader)

Not Fireproof (Raven X Reader)

Blues Music (Teen Titans X Reader)

A Little Help (Batman X Scarecrow) Pt 1 / Pt 2

Finally Married (Rip Hunter X Reader)

Cant' Wait (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

Sneaking Out (Mick Rory X Fem!Reader)

[gh0stsp1d3r]

obx

Rafe Cameron

JJ Maybank

John B

Pope Heyward

hotd

House of the dragon

marvel/ DC

Marvel

Deadpool and wolverine

Remy lebeau/gambit

Adrian Chase/vigilante

Spider-verse

pjo

Luke Castellan

miscellaneous

Timothee!wonka

Coriolanus snow

Bullet train

Scream

Fnaf

The bear

Morpheus

Tim Laflour

Stevo Levy

Jonathan Crane

Rory culkin

Star Wars

Anna karenina

Tlou

Peaky blinders

Series/ AU’S

Maybanks sister

Tangerines and deers

Obx cowboy au masterlist

Marvel x obx au

Flynn rider!rafe x rapunzel reader au

Pjo x outer banks au

[futurefamousdeadmusician]

Hideout - Jonathan Crane x !Sister Pt. 2

Author's Note; Alrighty, here is pt.2! let me know if this is something i should continue!

Summary; Lillian Crane is on the run. Out of luck and out of time, she only has one place left to go. After turning up at her brother's high rise apartment she hopes to just lie low for a little while. Can Jon help his little sister outrun international authorities, or will the past, present, and future all find their way into her hideout?

“Hello, bother.” The short, thin man stood unmoving before Lillian, his piercing blue eyes examining her in this disheveled state, judging almost. After wondering why she never inherited the blue eyes given to her bother at birth she sometimes questioned whether or not they were related at all. This never lasted long. Their defined features, dark hair, and devilish inclinations would always prove that for better or worse, the pair was blood. 

“Can I come in, Jon,” Lillian asked, trying her hardest to maintain a confident air to her words though she wanted nothing more than to take off her drenched clothes, take a warm peaceful shower, and sleep for the next 12 hours. Jon’s eyes snapped up to meet his sisters and stepped to the side out of the doorway. 

“Of course.” Without missing a beat she dragged her belongings through the door. 

“Be carful with the bags,” Jonathan strained, “don’t ruin my rugs.” Lillian huffed at this.

“Jesus Christ they are fine.” Maybe she shouldn’t be this hostile with her newest host, she thought. This was practically the last place she had to go. When she turned around after the door was shut and locked she could already see the look of annoyance on her brother’s tired face. She took a step back to the entrance, away from his pristine furniture, and laid her wet belongings on the mat in front of the door. They both stood in uncomfortable silence as she removed her dripping coat and hung it on the neighboring rack alongside Jon’s designer, well-tailored coats. It was beginning to cool down in the city. Fall was approaching and that meant the rainy season. Though in Gotham it felt as if it was always the rainy season. After slipping off her shoes and brushing the damp hair from her face, Lillian took a step forward in order to break the growing silence. 

“Quite the place you got here. Definitely a step up from the last.” She was referring to the old, college apartment Jonathan had rented during the final years of university. As an orderly, quiet character, Jon hated the constant noise coming from other residents as they threw ragers every weekend night. The trash that flooded the hallways after each gathering disgusted Jonathan and he counted down the days until his new position at Arkham would allow him to live in a place much more suitable to his tastes. Lillian looked around with hands on her hips in mild astonishment. For someone as detached to popular culture as her brother, the apartment was decorated in accordance with the newest trends. Sleek grey couches, sophisticated house plants, and his precious ornate rugs. Shit, there was even wall decor of city landscapes and generic flower arrangements. Jonathan interrupted her thoughts. 

“Well I’m happy you find it acceptable, considering I didn’t know you would be here at this ungodly hour.” “Yeah,” she trailed on, turning to face him, “sorry about that. Wasn’t the initial plan.” She smoothed out her long pants casually and sat down on the edge of the couch she had just admired. Jon took a hasty step forward, waving his hand like you would at an untrained dog. 

“Off the furniture, you’re still drenched.” Lillian stood up with an eye roll and took a dramatic step away from the sectional. 

“Alright, fine.” She threw her hands up and looked down at the floor. Even at her age, being reprimanded by her brother made her feel less-than. It made her feel like a little kid getting caught sneaking candy before dinner. Often it was Jonathan who was looking out for her wellbeing and not her parents or the many in house servants that the family was afforded. Jon ran a hand over his tired face. 

“Just go take a shower and don’t bother me till morning, ok?” he asked, nicer this time, if he could be ‘nice’ at all. Lillian offered him a small smile and nodded. She walked over to the door began to rummage through her suitcase. She hadn’t exactly had much time to pack given the unfavorable circumstances, so it was difficult to dig out a complete set of clothes, of which she didn’t have much to begin with. She liked to travel light, always being on the move. Comes with the territory. She arose back to standing with a large t shirt and a pair of sweatpants. 

“Bathroom?” She asked to her bother, still wearing his unmoving stoic expression. He huffed and took a step towards the hall way just to the left of the living area. 

“Down here, on your right.” 

“Thanks,” she responded quietly and walked down to the entrance without looking back. Lillian figured that if she just gave her brother the night to calm down, everything could be sorted out in the morning. The grey tile bathroom was in pristine condition, as was the rest of the residence. It wasn’t clear if Jon himself maintained the apartment, or he hired another to do so. Knowing her brother, it was her best guess that he himself cleaned his home. He had never been one to let others touch his belongings. The shower was nice. Lillian had taken out a few of Jon’s unused toiletries from under the sink. Nice shampoo, expensive soap, and freshly laundered cotton towels. All of these products and more were clearly meant for a woman, so why had her perpetually single brother kept them under his sink? Maybe he had been talking to someone. This thought made Lillian happy, some new social interaction would be good for him. All he needed was someone who accepted his weird ticks. Maybe things were looking up for him. After exiting the shower she dried herself and changed into the pajamas she had brought. It was hard to comb out her hair with Jon’s small comb, but she managed. She would dig out the rest of her belongings tomorrow. For now she needed to sleep. Leaving the bathroom, she walked down the hallway until she saw a light still on under Jon’s door. Hesitantly, she knocked. Immediately regretting the decision she turned around and began to retreat into the living room to sleep on the couch, but faintly from behind the door, Jon called,

“Come in.” She slowing opened the door to find her brother, still with an expression mixed with annoyance and mild anger. He cocked an eyebrow as to beckon her to begin with whatever she had come to bother him with. He sat as his desk with a small notebook propped open and was referencing it as he typed on his computer. Only he would be working at this hour. 

“You’re not back to sleep?” Lillian questioned. He signed and his annoyance intensified. 

“Well after being awoken at this god-awful hour, I can’t seem to go back to sleep.” Lillian looked down at her feet, ashamed. 

“I’m sorry.” He merely let out a small hum to signify that he heard her response. To break the silence, she continued. 

“I really didn’t think I would have had to come today. But after Rudy called me and told me to get the fuck out, I wasn’t sure and I…” letting her voice slowly fall to a silence, she looked back up at Jon to witness his reaction to her explanation. When Lillian had initially called her brother from god knows where, in all honestly, she had forgotten as well, she told him that she needed a place to lay low for a while and expected to make it into Gotham the night of the 14th. Surprisingly, after a late evening call from one of her cohorts, she had to pack up and leave at a moments notice. With nowhere to go, the girl had went ahead and made the trip to her brother’s apartment a few days early. Think of it as a surprise of sorts. His face softened and she swore she could almost see him nod ever so slightly. She wasn’t sure if it was understanding exactly, but she assumed it was mostly again a gesture of assurance that he heard and comprehended her response, nothing more. Feeling empowered to go further, she continued, taking a few steps closer to his desk.

“I’m sorry I woke you up, but thank you for answering the door.” Jon nodded again, this time Lillian was certain it was from understanding. She knew with a little wearing down, she held a soft spot in her brother’s heart. A small smile crossed her lips. She opened her arms while standing next to him seated at his desk. 

“You didn’t even say hello,” she teased quietly. He stood up, reluctantly, and embraced his sister. Jon was never much for hugs, or physical affection of any kind for that matter. She is sure he had held her when she was a baby, and she had faint memories of him rubbing her back as a toddler when she had trouble sleeping. Other than that, she seldom got a hug from him. He didn’t stand much taller than her but his wide frame encompassed her body. Lillian’s arms wrapped around his neck and squeezed while Jon’s arms lightly found their way to her back. Softly she said. 

“I missed you.” A few seconds passed before he said, almost in a whisper. 

“You too.” 

[doctorcranes-ask]

They fall under clown for me.

Now fuck off. I don’t house joker goons.

A very large rock was slingshot through your window, and a tall girl with fire red hair and shiny purple clown like clothing crawled inside

Anyone home- Oh hey!!!

She waved and acted like this was extremely normal

@cl0wn1ng---ar0und

*Oh Duela is getting a shotgun right in front of her face*

Yeah, I don’t do clowns.

[slut4thebroken]

Character.AI + SpicyChat

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my masterlist

Voice tutorial for c.ai+ (ty @hllywdwhre for this🙏🏻)

Character.ai to SpicyChat transfer (I haven’t actually tried this but I found this page and thought some people might like to know about it)

Character.AI

Updated: 7/10/24

Requests: open/closed

My bots

Bellamy Blake - You’re Kane’s daughter

Jackson Rippner - his captive pet

Jonathan Crane - intelligent, intimidating, obsessive (Exposure Therapy au)

Jonathan Crane - Your boyfriend meets your cat for the first time.

Raymond Leon - protective, strict, intimidating

Robert Fischer - frat boy (Party Favor)

Recommended bots

Jonathan Crane - he takes pleasure in your fear

Jonathan Crane @pinguwrites - Jonathan is a judge and you are his wife

Thomas Shelby @pinguwrites - You’re Thomas Shelby’s princess, his pet

Thomas Shelby @calmingmelody96 - You are taken by your fathers biggest enemy

Spencer Reid - intelligent, socially awkward, slightly obsessive

Loki - You've been captured by Loki's forces. You refuse to talk and now Loki himself has come to interrogate you.

SpicyChat

Links not working

Updated: 7/10/24

Requests: open/closed

* = my personal favs

My bots

Bellamy Blake - You’re Kane’s daughter

Emmett - deadbeat dad (based off a c.ai bot which is why I didn’t change it but tbh I always have it just be my bio kid and not just Emmett’s lol) Original c.ai bot

*Emmett - deadbeat dad stepdaughter version (pretty much the same as the other bot)

Emmett - kidnapped

Emmett - stepdad (Ultimatum)

*Emmett - predator

Jackson - his captive pet

Neil - stepbro

Raymond - stepdad (Daddy’s Little Girl)

*Robert F. - frat boy (Party Favor)

Spencer Reid - intelligent, socially awkward, slightly obsessive (original c.ai bot by Ghostella)

Tommy - kidnapped by your father

Tommy - anal only (husband)

@pinguwrites (@KalyaniZ) bots from c.ai ↓

Cillian Murphy - Cillian Murphy is your dad’s best friend

Jonathan Crane - Jonathan Crane is your older brother

Thomas Shelby - You’re Thomas Shelby’s younger sister

Thomas Shelby - You’re Thomas Shelby’s princess, his pet

Tom Buckley - You’re his new TA

Recommended bots

Cillian Murphy - Dad’s best friend

Jonathan Crane - The master of fear!

Wade Wilson - your roommate, the one and only deadpool.

[scarecrowdrugs]

The professor is in

[pinguwrites]

Cillian Murphy & Characters

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𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲 (𝐫𝐩𝐟)

This is not a reflection of Cillian Murphy's actual life. This is completely separate and is not intended to harm him or his family in any way. DNI if you're a Yvonne hater. This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ oneshots

Sweet, Little Girl | 1k, dark!reader You're Cillian Murphy's next door neighbor. You're young and innocent, and he's an attractive older man—surely he must be the one taking advantage of you . . . right?

A Daughter's Duty | 1.4k, dark!cillian x stepdaughter!reader You’re stepfather has made a habit of sneaking into your room at night to use you, even when you don’t want it.

A Father and a Lover | 1.1k, dark!stepdaughter!reader Cillian Murphy is trying to be a good dad for you. It proves more difficult than he expected.

⸻ drabbles

You milk Cillian of his babies

Your favorite actor flirts with you

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲 (𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬)

Peaky Blinders characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ oneshots

In The Light of the Moon | 5k, dark!tommy x innocent!reader Having enough of being mistreated by your family, you decide to runaway to the small town of Birmingham. There, you meet the feared gangster, Thomas Shelby, whose intentions with you are less than pure.

To Lend a Hand | 3.2k, sister!reader After catching your brother masturbating, you decide to go to him for help in a matter you've been struggling with — the art of pleasure, and specifically, how to do it for yourself.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: Tommy takes you from behind

Drabble: Tommy wishes you were his

⸻ series

Black Heart | poc!american!reader, age-gap, slow burn

𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐞 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲)

The Dark Knight Trilogy characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ oneshots

You Set My Soul Alight | 5k, enemies to lovers You and Jonathan Crane have always been at odds. One day, Crane comes to you with a plea to enticing to resist, and you find this the perfect opportunity to put him in his place.

The Doll’s Burial | 9k, kidnapper!reader

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: yandere!jonathan kidnaps you

𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬 (𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬)

Watching The Detectives characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: you catch your boyfriend Neil eating out his fleshlight

Drabble: dark!neil refuses to pull out

𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐲 (𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬)

Red Lights characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ oneshots

Our True Nature | 4.4k, psychic!reader Despite your great abilities you've pursued a humble life, looking for others like you. Your search comes to an end when you realize that your professor's assistant, Tom Buckley — the one you've been harboring a secret crush on — is a psychic, just like you.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: Tom can’t help but breed you

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞)

PHOTO COMING SOON

The Edge of Love characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ oneshots

Home Is Where the Heart Is | 9k, future!reader You don't think much of the box when it arrives at your front door. That is, until you open it and are transported decades into the past. There, you fall into the arms of a handsome soldier, who is intent on making you stay.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: William gets needy when he's jealous

Drabble: William fakes a PTSD nightmare

Drabble: dark!william teases and degrades whore!reader in semi-public

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 (𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Inception characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

⸻ drabbles

Drabble: you degrade and overstimulate Rob

Death Junior (only one fic for now)

Robert Oppenheimer (only one fic for now)