#know she's done it before working for hatter sO

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Jervis Tetch A.K.A The MAD HATTER 🎩🫖

OK So someone sent me an ask on here and unfortunately I can't find where it disappeared to-SO I'M VERY SORRY!

This person asked if I could make a reference sheet of my Hatter and share some headcanons, if I had any. I've never really done this before, or even had many headcanons so please bare with me lol. I didn't go into too much detail, Im not really a writer so I just tried to get the main points through.

Down The Rabbit Hole:

Has paranoid schizophrenia, and often hallucinates, especially when stressed. He mostly sees characters from Alice in Wonderland, seeing the Cheshire cat or “Alice” the most.

When very stressed or feel like hes losing control of a situation, he begins to stutter horribly. His words get jumbled in his mind, and thats when he starts reciting quotes or poems from AIW relevant to the situation hes in. Before he became the Mad Hatter, and became a criminal he stuttered constantly while speaking to anyone. 

 Jervis controls people by drugging and hypnotizing them, But the strongest form of mind control he has are the masks he puts on his “Guests”. 

For goons or regular street thugs he manages to get, he mostly uses cards on them instead of wasting materials to make masks for them. Figuring It would be easier than having Batman break them and forcing him to constantly  remake the same ones over and over. 

Also its a chance to call his thugs the “Card Guards” which amuses him.

His goons don’t matter much to him, but if he assigns you a specific character, you are highly important to his “Tea Parties” and are at risk of being forced to attend indefinitely.

 For his “Tea Party” guest list, he has crafted actual masks for them to wear, in correlation to the Character he assigned to each guest. He does make sure the guests are drugged with his special tea before putting the masks on them. Wouldn’t want to risk having you manage to break free of his control during the party! Or ever.

March Hare=Scarecrow, Dormouse= Riddler, White Rabbit= Ventriloquist, Cheshire Cat= Catwoman, The Dodo= Penguin, Mock Turtle= Mr.Freeze, Queen of Hearts= Poison Ivy, The Walrus= Bane, The Jabberwocky= Batman  

He customizes the masks so they even resemble the actual people.

His closest friends are Jonathan Crane, and Edward Nygma, his March Scare and Dorrat.

Jonathan was a psychologist so he knows how to handle Jervis, and can tolerate him for the most part. Edward on the other hand may think Jervis is a useful ally, but he's not nearly as patient with him as Jonathan is. Neither of them like being called by their "nicknames" Jervis gave them.

Jervis fell in love with the woman he had been working with, before he became a criminal, that put everything into motion. Her actual name wasn't Alice, but they both bonded over their fondness for the story, and he started to call her Alice as a fun nickname or inside joke. Though his obsession with her had already begun.

After losing it, and becoming a criminal and kidnapping "Alice" he was defeated by Batman, (Much like how it happened in BTAS). "Alice" fled Gotham after this, but Jervis doesn't know that, and is too far gone to realize that she would leave him. SO he roams the streets of Gotham looking for his beloved "Alice".

OK THAT'S IT! At least these were all I could think of. Obviously my Jervis is heavily based off the Arkham series and BTAS. But I love this little crazy guy.

[swanimagines]

PRICE OF LOVE | JEFFERSON

Summary: Imagine being Jefferson's wife and working in a little tea shop in Storybrooke during the curse that Jefferson visits every day because he wants to see you.

There you were again. Smiling at customers, making small talk and looking as beautiful as ever. Jefferson swallowed, before forcing a small smile on his face and walked to the counter. You turned around to see him and your smile just grew wider.

"Hi Mr. Jefferson! Your usual?"

Jefferson nodded. "Yes please."

You turned around again to brew his tea, and just like yesterday, and the day before that, and that, and that, he felt a sting in his heart. You had been in love back in the Enchanted Forest, you were his wife, but now you didn't even remember him. The pain was unbearable. He wanted to say something, anything which could make you remember, but nothing came out of his mouth. Anything he would say would just push you away because you'd think he's gone bonkers. Mad as a hatter. So all he could do was stare into your beautiful eyes and think about how much he loved you, how trapped he was with all the memories of you, him and Grace, living happily in the Enchanted Forest. How you'd always come by his bed to serve him his morning tea and you'd always kiss him before he'd take the cup. Your smile made his day before he even got out of the bed, you had been so happy.

"Here's your tea," you snapped him out of his thoughts as you pushed a cup in front of him. "That makes-"

Jefferson nodded before you even finished, forcing a smile on his face again and handed you fifty dollars. "You don't have to say the price, I will always tip my favorite tea shop keeper who makes the best tea."

"You're always so kind, Mr. Jefferson," you said with another small smile and put the money into the counter. "I don't know what did I do to deserve such kindness."

He smiled at you a little wider. "You have done nothing in particular, really. Just being yourself."

You smiled at that, looking downwards, clearly flustered by his words. Then the bell rang as the door opened, and Jefferson glanced over his shoulder, seeing Regina and his smile immediately faltered. She came inside and stood beside him, smiling at you with feigned sweetness.

"I'd like some tea on the go," she said and you nodded.

"Of course, Madam Mayor. What kind of tea would you like?" you asked, gesturing towards the menu above you.

"A large chai latte," Regina told you without even looking at the menu. "And make sure it's extra hot."

"Of course," you said and made her drink, pushing it towards her. "That makes two fifty."

Regina dug her purse for a moment before giving you a few coins. Then she turned towards Jefferson. "You, with me."

Jefferson clenched his jaw, but complied, following Regina out. They walked for a little bit, before he scoffed.

"I didn't know you like chai latte, Mrs. Mayor. Pitch black tea fits more of your style."

"And I didn't know I gave you a permission to seduce her," Regina sighed. "She has a new life now, Jefferson. You have to stay out of it, or something bad might happen."

Jefferson didn't reply to that, knowing that arguing about it wouldn't change anything. He just kept quiet and followed Regina until he could turn towards his mansion. But despite Regina's warning, he knew that he'd be in your shop again tomorrow. He just had to see you, he had to see you smile, to know you're alright. He wanted to keep making you smile with his words - maybe you'd even fall in love with him again. 

He knew it all was wishful thinking, but he couldn't help but feel hopeful about it every time he saw you. Maybe it was stupid, but it kept him sane around this madness…

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[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

🧚‍♀️ Anon

More JJBA Batman AU 🦇

Risotto as Deathstroke? (He’s an assassin after all)

Ghiaccio is Mister Freeze (I honestly cry for Mister Freeze because he’s doing all his crimes out of love to cure his sick wife)

Either Prosciutto or Sports Maxx works as Solomon Grundy (And he just keeps coming back from the grave) to be honest I don’t really understand this villain too well except he pulls a Jason Voorhees and keeps coming back (Maybe Prosciutto since I’m more familiar with him that Sports Maxx)

Cioccolata honestly fits being Scarecrow because of his cruel experiments he puts on people and had a rivalry with Darling (Though it was one-sided as Darling thought something was very off about Cioccolata as she found his tests on the inmates too ‘cruel’ and was the one who reported and got him fired after she found out what he’s been really doing to the inmates)

You know what? Drama between Darling and Cioccolata would make it interesting as he put at hit on Darling and now she has to hide and gets in witness protection until Cioccolata is found and taken into custody (Darling only wanted to help the inmates get better while Cioccolata only saw the inmates as mere Guinea Pigs for his experiments) so the Joestars allow her to live in their manor to protect her until Cioccolata is put into custody (Meaning she can’t work or do her job until he’s caught which upsets her patients as they’re very angry not seeing their Therapist)

Kira is either the Riddler or Mad Hatter (He’s very delusional thinking he could have a ‘normal’ life since he’s a serial killer so maybe Mad Hatter works?) He’s trying to look for his ‘Alice’ and has been on a murder spree, with his latest victims almost being Shinobu and Hayato but the Joestars as Batman was able to stop him before it was too late as they’re blissfully unaware of the horror of Kira

Esidesi is Clayface (He could be a model/actor if you want because all the Pillarmen are stupid pretty) but could only score in B Horror Films and starting taking a special experimental cream from a shady company that promised him Stardom as it can allow him to reshape his face and appearance (They’re willing to give him the stuff but he has to pull a few crimes for them) only to become addicted to the stuff until an accident where his whole body was submerged and mutated from the stuff into a shapeshifting monstrosity known as ‘Clayface’ (He and Kars are friends)

Santana is Killer Croc (I thought Killer Croc would work with Santana because he appears more animalistic and primitive compared to his fellow Pillarmen in both speech and behavior) but he and Esidisi can switch if you want because Santana as Clayface sounds fine too

This list might be wrong (I haven’t seen Batman in a long time plus it’s kinda hard figuring out who fits where) so you can definitely change these if you want (I was having such a hard time figuring out for the other La Squadra characters)

Yep Risotto is definitely deathstroke. Perhaps darling gets caught up in a feud with the Joestars and he's called to kidnap and hold her for a ransom on behalf of someone else. Not his usual job but the pay is good and his schedule's light. They do have a brief talk and she tells him if he ends up in the asylum to put her down as his psych. He's a little weirded out, is she flirting or really wants to dig at him.

Jonathan is horrified by the ransom and is about to pay it before Joesph stops him and opens up another tab with a tracker he put in her purse. He knows she never goes anywhere without it and sure enough they know where it is.

Of course Jonathan asks why he'd done so in the first place.

"This was bound to happen eventually, no harm in preparing" he tells him.

Ghiaccio has been doing everything he can to save his loved ones life (could be a partner or a close relative) he's lost everything in his pursuit of finding a cure and has turned to crime to sustain his research.

Eventually he's caught and is extremely aggressive. He can't get locked up, not when he's so close to a cure.

He confrontational but when darling is able to figure out what's going on she tries to offer him help when she can. Gets that loved one visitation rights and eventually when they do die she's able to get him a livestream of the funeral.

It sucks but he understands that that was the best she could do, she didn't even need to do that at all but she did. She's helping him process all of this, seems to be the only one who really understands him now.

[Bitch (me) has not made a Cioccolata banner yet]

I don't really know much about Maxx so I'll probably but Prosciutto (or Prosciutto could be the Penguin so I'll cover that in the next ask. I just think it suits his sharp and sophisticated personality)

Scarecrow Cioccolata works to well, he was the asylums most valuable worker until the reforms under Jonathan's request. Then darling came along. His methods were a lot more experimental, he got the information he wanted but it was of haphazard quality compared to hers. He has the knowledge but lacks the compassion. Of course when she finds out all the horrible things he's done she reports him and he gets fired and investigated. He ends up going missing, everyone assumes he ran away before he could get charged with anything.

Then she gets a package at her door. It releases a gas and she begins to have horrible hallucinations. Eventually she comes back to in the police station. Turn out the package had a letter too from Cioccolata basically threatening her life. Joesph was actually the one to bring her in after he saw her it that state when he came over to visit, he's covered in bruises and scratches but assures her he knows she didn't mean too.

He offers to help her grab her stuff and let her stay at the mansion until he's caught. His brother's aren't going to mind and there's alot of space.

Melone would be the riddler or clue master... leaning towards riddler. He actually has some personal history with darling. When talking with Ceaser she spots a piece of evidence he was going over and recognizes the hand writing, she tells him to come to hers. When they arrive she grabs out a pretty box, it's her high-school time capsule. She wasn't meant to open it til the ten year reunion but she's opening it now. Grabs out her yearbook and a letter. Turns out Melone is her high school ex. He was kind of a weirdo in high school and she would never have dated him if she had the confidence she has now back then. She cringes at seeing their prom photos.

Melone assumed she'd left after university like she said she would back in high school. If she gets caught up in one of his operations he's definitely going to take the time to talk with her. After all, she's the one who got away.

Ok so I don't know a whole lot about mad hatter but I'm going to try my best. Kira has tried every thing he possibly could to keep his urges in check, including some alternative forms of therapy but nothing worked.

Eventually he deludes himself into believing he's the normal one, everyone else is crazy and he needs to fix that. He's learnt a lot about hypnosis from his past and intends to use that knowledge to fix things.

He's caught after his recent attempted murder, brought into the asylum and darling is asigned to him. He's labeled as a low threat and no one really knows about his hypnosis thing yet. The moment he sees her he knows she's the one and his "thoughts" become very evident to darling. She's immediately out and refuses to work with him, but unfortunately he's only cooperating with her.

Esidisi as clayface works, he can only keep a certain shape for a limited about of time before he melts back into his regular form. He's a real smooth talker. I think Kars would end up breaking him, Wammu and Saitana. Convinces them of his cause, after all they're all proof of man's willingness to mangle the natural order.

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

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I haven't really worked on any of the fics I dropped on tease bit tuesday, so I went into the vault of wips I have and pulled out the first buddie fic I ever started, buddie/911 in the Once Upon a Time verse. It was posted for a bit on ao3 but recently took it down because I wasn't all that happy with was posted and not having a sense of direction to take it in. But I'm looking back over it, and editing, adding. So I'm sharing a bit of it with ya'll today, test the waters really and see if its something I should keep working on. Hope you enjoy!

Once upon a time….

24 years ago, in the land of Misthaven, a cloud of dark magic thundered across the lands towards the Kingdom of Camelot. At the helm of a large round table sat Sir Robert, the kingdom’s noblest knight.  To his left was his beloved and soon to be wife, Queen Athena who cradled her two children to her chest. But no fear be felled her demure. No great evil could ever shake her resolve and it could be said for many of those that sat at the round table. Many who whose entire attention was on the enterically designed wardrobe that stood in the middle of the table. 

“Are we sure this is what needs to be done?” asked Howard the Hatter.

Sir Robert clenched his fist tight at the tables edge, “The dark curse is among us and there is nothing we can do to stop it.  All that is left is to secure the prince’s future.”

To his right, the great wizard Merlin nodded in agreement, “The magic of this wardrobe is powerful enough to send little Evan far away from his mother’s curse.  We must trust that the one with belief will return him home.”

“And what of the rest of us?” King Michael spoke what many were thinking.

Merlin looked to the man who held his very heart, “I’m sorry my love, but I do not have those answers.  I cannot see past the curse itself and the dark one won’t share his secrets.  We can only hope, and that in itself is powerful enough to see us through.”

The King of Camelot nodded and took the wizards hand, giving it a tight squeeze.

The rest of those around the table conceded with King Michael and Sir Robert took a deep breath, “Bring them in Henrietta.”

The warrior that stood at the opposite of the knight, dipped her head before turning and opening the large wooden doors.  “Princess Maddie, come along.”

A small girl no older than 10 with curling brown hair and wide brown eyes, slowly made her way into the room.  In her arms she carried a very small boy, just on the cusp of turning one.  Blonde curls sat atop his head and framed eyes as blue as the ocean.  But his most distinguishing feature was the pink mark along his left brow.  Many believed it was the mark of his prophesized power, that it told the world of the golden heart that rested within him.  The golden heart that would one day break any and all curses.

Maddie clutched her little brother tight to her chest, her lower lip trembling, “She’s coming for him again. The Evil Queen is coming for Evan.”

Sir Robert looked at the young girl he considered his own and tried to hold his tears, “We do not know why your mother has sent this curse, only that she intends to take the entire land with it and your brother is meant to save us all.”

“He’s just a baby!” the princess spits angrily, making the prince stir in her arms before Maddie quickly composed herself and soothed him with soft shushes.

Isabel, the eldest and wisest among the group rose to her feet, “No child should have the world on their shoulders and all we can hope is that you and Evan can be free of burden until the time comes.”

Tears streamed down Maddie’s face, “How do I do that when only I will know?”

Behind the little princess came a glowing blue light that grew brighter and larger before dwindling out to reveal a dark-skinned woman in a flowing blue dress and shimmery wings.  “Tell him our tales, instill the belief. But most important, love him.  Love Prince Evan as you do now.” The blue fairy answered before bending down and giving the two children a gentle hug.

Maddie returned the embrace with one arm then stepped and faced Sir Robert, “Will I ever see you again?”

The brave knight let one tear roll down his cheek as he gave the princess a sad smile, “We can only hope.”

The thunder of the curse rumbled in the silence and lower in the castle, the sound of battle rung out.  Their time was up.

Princess Maddie climbed atop the table and stepped towards the wardrobe.  Above the noise of battle and magic, the Blue Fairy’s soft lilt rang out, “The last child born to a queen of sorrow shall be given a heart of gold.  His heart alone can save those who are cursed.”

“And on the child’s 25th birthday, he shall return to those who have left, led by the one who has belief.” Merlin finished as the young girl sat within the wardrobe.

“Be safe and have hope.” Athena stated firmly then watched with the rest of those at the round table as the wardrobe was closed and the doors to the room burst open.

“It’s over.” The Evil Queen proclaimed stepping inside with the cloud of cursed magic behind her.

“What will happen to us?” Sir Roberts asked.

The Evil Queen cackled, “The worst imaginable.”

Then darkness.

Alright, I know its a lot, but this is basically the prelude to the whole story. If anyone wants an indication of who is who, just let me know I can drop a list of characters and their identities from the fairy tail world. Hope you enjoyed! (Also Captainswan stan! Its true love ya'll!)

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[lilacmingi]

ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU ♤ PART 4: TAEHYUNG

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Mad Hatter!Taehyung x fem reader

Word count: 2,432

Your journey led you to a small, broken gate that had an old sign hanging from it reading: Tea party this way! Both you and Yoongi came to a stop as you read the sign.

Yoongi kicked the gate open abruptly and walked through, all the while keeping an indifferent expression. Making your way down a small, sloping hill you were able to get a look at your new surroundings. The area looked abandoned, a rotting windmill being the only thing left standing.

There was a small, dirt path that you followed Yoongi down. From that point, you could see a huge table sitting out in the middle of nowhere, the windmill standing just beyond the setup. Tea cups, broken glass, and an assortment of small desserts littered the tabletop. Mismatched chairs were set around it, every single one unoccupied.

Seated at the head of the table was a man dressed in a fancy, vivid purple robe made of silk. Underneath was an equally as vibrant hot pink shirt which was unbuttoned to show off the many gold necklaces adorning his neck. Sitting atop his head was a crazy-looking top hat that was wider at the crown and slanted ever so slightly. Wrapped around the band of the hat was a silky ribbon of the same hot pink as his shirt, a slip of paper tucked into it with the number 10/6 on it. He was laughing joyously, clinking his teacup with what appeared to be a dormouse in a red coat.

This must be the Hatter. You mused.

He was handsome. So handsome, in fact, that he didn't seem real. Though everyone you had met so far was like that.

Yoongi cleared his throat to announce your presence, the man looking up from his spot at the table, his eyes widening in recognition.

"Y/n." He whispered to himself. He jumped up from his seat and hurried straight across the table, knocking everything over as he did so.

"Y/n! It's you!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

Leaping off the table, he eagerly approached, grabbing the sides of your face and planting a firm kiss to your lips, pulling away with a loud smooch sound.

His bizarre and very abrupt display of affection caught you off guard. The Hatter grinned widely, not phased at all by what he had just done. It seemed as if he wasn't even aware that his actions were anything but normal.

Your eyes were blown wide in shock. Being kissed right on the mouth was not what you expected when you envisioned your meeting with the Hatter.

"It is you, isn't it?" He asked squishing your cheeks between his lace glove-clad hands.

"Yes." You had said, but it came out as "Yesh."

"I knew it!" He grinned showing off a unique boxy smile before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

Just as you were about to ask him to loosen his grip (because he was squeezing the life out of you), he let go and moved to hug Yoongi.

"Oh, Yoongi!" He gushed enthusiastically. "Thank you so much for bringing her to me! Though I sent Jungkook to bring her so I must say I'm a little surprised." He murmured. "Oh well. Y/n is back and that's all that matters!"

"She doesn't remember." Yoongi spoke flatly, breaking the news right away.

The crazy man's cheerful attitude disappeared immediately, his face going somber.

"She doesn't?" He asked, his chipper tone now disheartened.

Yoongi shook his head.

"You don't remember who I am?" The man turned to you, his brown irises searching your face desperately.

"Jungkook said people call you Hatter, but that's all I know."

He frowned when you said that. You didn't know his name.

"I'm sorry." You apologized. "I wish I could remember."

Hatter's bottom lip jutted out in disappointment. "Well, never mind that. There's no time to be sad, we have a tea party to attend!" His cheerful attitude was back in the blink of an eye. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Taehyung." He took a bow, removing his hat.

You took notice of his uniquely-colored hair which sported a pale pink color that resembled cotton candy.

"Nice to meet you... again."

"Turn that frown upside down, dear Y/n! Your memories are sure to return at some point. In the meantime, why don't you rest your weary bones? I'm sure you're tired from your journey. Have a seat." He took hold of your hand and pulled you towards the table, guiding you to the chair situated to the left of his.

"Yoongi, my friend. Join us!" Taehyung waved him over.

"I don't know. I'm pretty tired."

"Don't be a party pooper. C'mon! We've got all kinds of tea. I also picked some mandarins earlier today." Taehyung gestured to a 3-tier cupcake stand which had the citrus fruit displayed on it instead of sweet treats.

Yoongi's ears perked up at the mention of mandarin oranges, his eyes brightening.

"I suppose it wouldn't kill me to stay for a little while."

"That's the spirit!" Taehyung clasped his hands together.

Yoongi flopped down in a nearby chair and kicked his legs up on the table. Taehyung was quick to pour him up a hot cup of tea and serve it along with an orange. Yoongi wasted no time snatching up the citrus and peeling it.

"Y/n, would you like some tea?" Taehyung offered.

"Sure. I'll have a cup."

Taehyung grabbed a chipped teacup off the table and poured some steaming tea into it, offering it to you with a smile. You thanked him, your eyes momentarily scanning the cluttered tabletop. The sound of something lightly scooting along the wood of the table grabbed your attention. The dormouse you saw earlier was pushing a glass container with sugar cubes inside towards you.

"Oh! Um. Thank you."

Lifting the lid, you plucked a couple cubes from the container and dropped them into your tea, stirring them around with a small spoon. The dormouse then scampered off, scrambling into an empty overturned teapot.

Lifting the cup to your lips, you took a sip. The tea was warm and tasted wonderful.

You hummed softly at the flavor, not bothering to question how it was brewed in the middle of nowhere. With everything you'd experienced this far, you wouldn't question anything about this place.

"Where is Jungkook?" Taehyung asked. "I sent him to bring you here."

"Oh." A frown etched into your features. "The bandersnatch attacked us. Jungkook and Jimin stayed behind to fight it."

"Jimin too? Are they alright?"

"I don't know."

"I told her they're strong and don't back down easily." Yoongi mentioned.

"That's true." Nodded Taehyung.

"If that's the case, then I hope I see them again." You murmured, going to take a sip of tea.

"Oh my!"

Taehyung's sudden exclamation had you lowering your cup. "What?"

"If the bandersnatch was after you, then that means..." His sentence went unfinished as a horrified look flashed across his features, his eyes glazed over and distant. "That means..."

Leaning forward, you waited for him to finish what he was saying, but he only stopped and reached into his pocket, pulling out a watch.

"It's time for tea!" He announced cheerily.

"What?"

He didn't even finish what he was saying.

"Here have some more!" Taehyung insisted, pouring more of the warm beverage into both yours and Yoongi's cups.

"He gets like this." Yoongi informed you from across the table, pointing to his head and doing a twisting gesture. "I told you he's off his rocker."

"Off my rocker?" Taehyung echoed Yoongi's words, seeming to tune into what was being said about him. "Are you saying I'm mad?"

"Of course you are."

"I'm just eccentric and have odd habits is all." Taehyung huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'll say." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"And what's so wrong about being eccentric? Hm? There's nothing wrong with it. Not at all."

"What were you saying, Taehyung?" You inquired, cutting his tangent short.

"Oh yes! If the bandersnatch was after you then that means the Red King wants you."

"Me?"

"That's what I just said, silly goose." Taehyung tittered, ruffling your hair.

Using your fingers to comb through your hair, you attempted to smooth out the strands wether they were messed up or not.

"Anyway, a while back the Red King sent some of his goons to spy on you and see how you grew up. He wanted to kidnap you and keep you for himself. Luckily, I caught wind of the plan and decided to send Jungkook to get you and bring you to me. That way you'd be safe." He puffed out his chest proudly.

"Yeah she'll be safe alright." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"She will! I'm totally capable of it! I'll keep my Y/n safe." He turned to you with a smile.

"Your Y/n?" Yoongi's questioned, sitting up.

"Yeah."

"She's not yours."

"She's not yours either."

"I kissed her." Yoongi grinned smugly.

"So did I."

"Mine was a real kiss. Go on, ask her."

Taehyung turned to you, raising his brows in silent question, waiting for you to respond.

Yoongi stared, prompting you to respond.

"It happened so suddenly and it was over before I knew what he had done."

That was a tiny lie. The kiss was sudden and short, but once your brain caught up with what had happened, you did let yourself enjoy the moment, albeit short-lived.

"But you liked it." Yoongi smirked resting his elbows on the table while leaning towards you.

Thankfully, you weren't given the opportunity to respond as Taehyung cut in.

"Well, I kissed you too."

"You bombarded her." Yoongi responded for you. "At least there was some buildup for mine. You just ran up and slammed your lips to hers. She didn't even know it was coming."

He was right. Though it wasn't totally unpleasant it was unorthodox.

"Oh." It's as if Taehyung realized for the first time that what he had done wasn't considered normal. "I guess I got ahead of myself."

"Well, it doesn't matter because I kissed her first."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means she's mine." Yoongi hissed.

"What if she doesn't want to be yours?"

"What if she doesn't want to be yours?" Yoongi turned the question on Taehyung.

"I want her though."

"Everyone wants her!" Yoongi raised his voice. "Why do you think The Red King is after her? He likes her! So does The White King! Jungkook, Jimin, Namjoon, you, me! We all want her!"

You sat frozen in shock as Yoongi and Taehyung bickered and shouted at each other, arguing over... you.

This is madness.

"Hey. Guys, please stop. I'm feeling really overwhelmed."

They didn't hear you, too engrossed in their own petty argument. Standing up from your chair, you cleared your throat.

"Guys." You raised your voice a little in hopes to gain their attention.

They continued to argue.

This has to be a dream because this? This is absolutely ridiculous. The way these two were fighting over you of all people was so not realistic. Forget what Jungkook and Jimin said. This isn't real. It can't be.

"Guys!" You exploded, yelling at the top of your lungs. "Cut it out already!"

They both froze right where they were. Taehyung had gotten up from his seat and was gripping the collar of Yoongi's shirt while the cat hybrid had one of his hands clenched in a fist, ready to strike the Hatter in the jaw.

"Please just stop." You begged through an exasperated sigh. "I'm overwhelmed by all of this already and the arguing isn't helping. So please quit fighting."

"Sorry Y/n." They mumbled collectively.

You dropped back down into your chair, reaching forward to take a sip of tea, letting the warm liquid calm you a bit.

Taehyung was the first to speak. "We shouldn't have gotten so heated, especially over you."

"He's right." Yoongi agreed.

"Thanks you two." Your finger traced absentmindedly over the swirls on the teacup in your hands.

Silence hung in the air for a few moments before you broke it by speaking.

"Tae?"

The Hatter's eyes widened, even Yoongi had a surprised expression on his face.

"You called me Tae."

"I... did." Your brows furrowed.

Where did that come from? How odd. The nickname slipped out like it was second nature, as if that was something you referred to him as all the time.

The expression on Taehyung's face melted into one of nostalgia. "That's what you called me when you came to Wonderland all those years ago."

"I did?"

"Yes." He nodded vigorously. "If you remember the nickname you gave me, then you must remember everything else, right?"

"That would make sense. Yes." You nodded.

"Maybe you'll get your memory back after all." Yoongi cracked a small smile.

For the first time since stepping foot in this place called Wonderland, you felt hope that your memories would return.

The sound of marching feet echoed in the distance, the disturbance causing you to scan the area for the source of the noise. Yoongi and Taehyung both looked alert.

"Oh no." Yoongi mumbled.

"What? Who is that?"

"It's The Red King's knights. I'd guess they somehow found out you're here in Wonderland." Taehyung's face paled. "Y/n, you need make yourself scarce right away."

"Where do I go?"

"I don't know. Away from here."

"What about you?"

"Someone's gotta distract them." He winked. "Don't you worry. Tae has got this all under control." He tipped his hat.

"I wish you luck. You too, Yoongi."

"Oh, I'll be fine. I can disappear whenever I want. It's him you should be worried about." He gestured to Taehyung.

"Go somewhere safe, Y/n. I'll look for you." Taehyung assured, ignoring Yoongi's slight jab at him.

With a single nod, you took off, darting away from the tea party set up in the middle of nowhere. As you ran, you heard faint voices behind you in the distance.

"So, Taehyung. It's been a while, hasn't it? We heard Y/n is back." A man's voice spoke, his tone obnoxiously arrogant.

"She is? Since when? I'm actually kind of offended no one thought to inform me." He sighed dramatically. "I'm always out of the loop."

You let out a light chuckle and shook shook your head as you fled. That Taehyung sure is something. Even in the face of danger he managed to put on a completely clueless demeanor. He may be mad, but he's clever.

➯ Part 5: Namjoon

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[riddle-me-ri]

Hi, I was reading some of your writings, and instantly fell in love, especially the btas penguin ones also Gotham, so I was wondering as a request, how would the BTAS Dork squad + Oswald and Harvey propose to their S/O+ What their wedding would be like (Bonus if there were some chaotic/ funny shenanigans happening.) if you don't mind. Love your work!!!!!

A/N: Aww thank you so much! I'm glad you love my writing! That means a whole lot! and omg…the timing of this is impeccable lol. I just got done with the third wedding in a row of a family member (literally only months apart from one another rip) so this will be fun! I won’t be doing Harvey, I know I’ve done him a couple times, but that was more for friends and to keep a certain writing pattern going for a request I did... I don’t mind Harvey, he’s a close favorite but I just…don’t feel comfortable writing for him? Also sorry there weren’t any choatic or funny shenanigans lmao I got way too wrapped up in the sentimentality and intimacy of it, I hope you don’t mind!

BTAS Dork Squad + Penguin - Wedding Headcanons

BTAS Riddler: 

Engagement: 

- Obviously, Eddie is going to make a game out of it. 

- Whether it’s a series of riddles he asks on a dinner date

- Or a small little intimate scavenger hunt

- Or a short and sweet video game on the computer. 

- Maybe even a trip in virtual reality where he takes you down an actual trip through memory lane…

- All options lead to him getting on one knee before you. 

- He makes it known that you’re the answer to the riddle of his own life, just when he thought he would never find one. 

- Edward won’t admit it, but he was extremely relieved when you said yes, always slightly worried it was too soon or too late to ask. 

Wedding: 

- It’s somehow simultaneously both grand yet intimate. 

- Only a few close friends or family of yours show up (if at all given his reputation)

- Edward ensures to only invite a few of his colleagues that won’t cause a total commotion. 

- He really only invited them to show you off anyway. 

- Of course the colors have to contain green in there somehow. 

- It’s fairly a traditional wedding, everything is serene and just perfect. 

- It’s rare to see Edward cry, but he definitely was shedding a couple tears or more

- When he first saw you, when you walked down, when you spoke your vows. 

- He can’t believe just how lucky he got. 

BTAS Scarecrow: 

Engagement: 

- As the Master of Fear, he knew better than anyone that he was absolutely mortified. 

- Jonathan knew it was only a matter of time, and after so many years…it was the proper order of things. 

- You two have even spoke in hypotheticals on marriage, and when your eyes glimmered at the prospect he knew what he had to do. 

- It did nothing to calm his nerves though, worried that just one slip up could utterly ruin the foundations you two have built. 

- He gulps down his fear and bravely gets down on one knee on the porch before you too head back into your home after a date night. 

- Jonathan is so relieved and overjoyed when you said yes. 

Wedding:

- Autumn colors, autumn colors, autumn colors. 

- No doubt takes place in either late October or early November. 

- It’s small and intimate, only a few close relatives or friends. 

- Jonathan didn’t even invite Harley, Edward, and others but they somehow found out and joined anyway.

- Harley self-appointed herself your maid of honor (if you didn’t have one already, so just roll with it, she’s so sweet) 

- Jonathan finds you breathtaking in your outfit. 

- He surprises himself as he finds himself getting choked up sometimes.

- Watching you smile, laugh, the ring on your finger almost seems to genuinely glow from your love for each other. 

- He looks back on this day fondly, a memory that would light up even his darkest of days. 

BTAS Mad Hatter: 

Engagement: 

(I lowkey actually did a scenario where he proposes to reader albeit it was in lieu of a friend but still works)

- This man’s love for you knows absolutely no bounds. 

- Never one to shy away from any extravagant displays of affection. 

- The engagement is no different. 

- Whether it be the conclusion to a small hedge maze you conquered together. 

- A sweet surprise at the bottom of your tea cup during a tea party. 

- It’s thoughtful, it’s clever, it’s adorable, and it’s 100% Jervis

- You couldn’t ever say no. 

- Jervis is just as excited as you are when you say yes. 

Wedding: 

- LOOKING GLASS THEMED DRESS/OUTFIT REVEAL

(Sorry, sorry, but that idea has never left my head. I sat through with my sister looking for themes for her reveal photoshoot and just had the biggest lightbulb moment)

- He’s confused at first of the two way mirror, yet when he slowly sees you appear on the other side you absolutely take his breath away. 

- Your overall wedding theme is Wonderland, because of course…

- It’s full of beautiful colors, every since of the décor is in reference to the Carroll novels

- White roses haphazardly painted table center pieces, stacks upon stacks of tea cups and saucers of different shapes and sizes, playing card themed napkins…

- Okay I’m making myself jealous of an actual fictional wedding hang on…

- Practically everyone that you two knew that adores you two is there. 

- Which means a handful of the Rogues gallery and any friends or family that support you.

- Jervis is overwhelmed with elation that you’re finally his in every since, to where there’s an actual physical representation of it in your rings. 

- Wonderland is no longer a fantasy, but a reality of waking up to your love each day. 

BTAS Penguin: 

Engagement:

- Oswald has thought about this moment…longer than he cared to admit. 

- He honestly had been thinking about it since the whole year you two had been a couple. 

- That was the longest anyone had been with him. 

- When a year, turned into more and more years well…much like Jonathan, he knew it was a matter of time to properly ask for your hand. 

- Doesn’t make him any less of a nervous wreck about it. 

- Oz takes you out on a date, he doesn’t want to make it too obvious but definitely pulls out all the stops. 

- Your favorite restaurant, your favorite place to stroll, your favorite activity…it’s all about you. 

- He does his best not to fumble as he gets down on one knee and finally asks the burning question. 

- He feels like the weight of the world is lifted off his shoulders and is relieved by pure joy when you say yes. 

Wedding: 

(I know technically BTAS Oz doesn’t own the Iceberg Lounge but his TNBA version does so we’re kinda overlapping canon here rip)

- The Iceberg Lounge serves as the perfect venue for your wedding. 

- Oswald takes some joy in not inviting or allowing any of Gotham’s social elitists into the venue. 

- Yes, yes, only a certain amount of people are allowed to see who is being betrothed to the Penguin. 

- Everything is pretty formal, a black-tie affair all around. 

- You don’t have flower girls, more flower birds as they swoop in and toss the petals along the aisle. 

- Oz is in awe of you as your presented.

- He’s worried he will wake up and you and all of this would be a dream, a fantasy. 

- Everything is real as you exchange vows, and he tries not to cry. 

- The evening continues without a hitch, well except for some of the birds accidentally making an oops on some Rogues, particularly a clown that wasn’t invited. 

- Oswald is thrilled to begin this new chapter with you. A chapter he thought he could never write in his life, but now thankfully he has you to help him write it.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Dark Dynasty: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Rowena and Charlie work tirelessly to decode Nadia's codex to get the cure for the Mark. Meanwhile, you've stopped looking for your kids because you have a new agenda. Sam and Dean can't decode the book without Charlie. Kill their nerd kills all chance of getting that cure.

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Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Sam and Dean still have a case to do which involves a killer who jumped three stories out a window, leaving behind a victim with the eyes cut out. The office manager allowed Sam and Dean to come in and look around once he saw their FBI badges.

"Police told me no one was allowed in. That didn't mean the FBI, right?"

"The janitor came in right after the killing?"

"Yeah, he heard screaming. The janitor saw a man jump out the window and run down the alley."

"Running? After falling three stories?

"That's what he said."

"Is there security footage?"

"Yeah, sure. Only one of them caught any action out in the alley. That's the guy who rented the office."

The manager shows Sam and Dean the footage of the man landing on his feet like fucking Superman.

"That's pretty slick for a three-story drop."

"Wait a second. Can you play it again?" Sam asks. The manager plays it again until Sam directs him to stop. "Zoom in on his wrist." He does. There is a tattoo that looks just like the one Jacob had. "It's the same ink as the Stynes."

"How long was he renting here?" Dean asks.

"Just a month. I only saw him for a day or so."

"Alright, if you remember anything else, give us a call."

Dean hands over his car before both of them leave. He thinks about Rowena and Charlie and hopes that either of them is getting something done. Charlie is working hard on her iPad while Rowena is sitting at her table tossing chicken bones onto it. Cas is out getting something to munch on so it's just the two women alone.

"Damn it," Charlie sighs.

"That miraculous machine of yours hasn't solved everything by now?" Rowena fake coughs. "Overrated, I'd say."

"I'm using the computer to find some pattern in the book's coding or any synchronicity with the symbols in Nadya's codex."

"I'm more old-school. I read the signs nature shows me, the forces that ruled before there was man."

"Wow. Why didn't I think of that?" Charlie says sarcastically.

Cas enters carrying a white plastic bag with snacks inside.

"Okay, it sounds like blood sugar is dipping in here. I got snacks. When I was human, I grew very fond of these pork rinds."

"What do you know about the chick who wrote The Book of the Damned?" Charlie asks Rowena.

"Agnes was a hermit nun and as mad as a hatter. She made it her business to undo curses like the one that caused the Mark of Cain. As in any struggle between good and evil, balance is required. To cure one curse, Agnes had to know how to inflict another. They live side-by-side in the magic world. One cannot be without the other."

"Sure, sure. Like, uh, a binary system. So, I got to think like a hermit nun," Charlie nods.

"Did I mention they burned her alive?"

"They?"

"A cornucopia of curses and satanic visions did not go unnoticed by the church hierarchy. These men would not abide a rogue nun."

"Poor Agnes. Ahead of her time."

"Much like you and I," Rowena shrugs.

Charlie is shocked Rowena would say something like that and Cas walks away to put the snacks somewhere.

"I actually don't see our similarities all that much."

"Because you're young and good and I'm ancient and evil? Is that it?" Rowena glares. "Let me tell you about you. You've had a difficult and lonely childhood--Tragedy. Absent parents. Always outside the mainstream. Sexually progressive. Living in your own head for solace and direction."

"Yeah, but still, we are pretty different."

"I read you the minute I saw you. I'm sure you're learning that the line between good and evil is quite flexible, but we part company when it comes to blind devotion. Case in point the Winchesters. You've made them the family you don't have. Foolish."

"Sam and Dean are like my brothers. I love them. Y/N... She saved me. She made me own up to my own fears and saved me. She's more than just a sister to me... I'm not giving up on her. On either of them."

"This is it, the boss battle. Come on, we gotta save the patients," Charlie says, getting her gun ready.

"Charlie, you have to stop. You said we're stuck in a loop, and that loop is only going to continue. However, you're dying out there in the real world, and I might be too. Dean is alone trying to bring us back so you need to break the loop."

"Okay. How?"

"You gotta stop playing."

"What?! No, no. We gotta save them. Nut up, Winchester." A vampire punches through the door, but you use your magic to kill him. "See? You can't stop either."

"Charlie, listen to me. This poison is designed to put your mind into an endless cycle while your insides turn to mush, okay? Its fuel is fear. Now call me crazy, but I think the only way to break the cycle is to let go of the fear and stop playing the game."

"You don't know that."

She shoots another vampire trying to get in, but you take her shoulders in your hands and make her face you.

"Your fear is not to stop playing the game. It's not of the vampire soldiers. It's not of this game. You're afraid of losing her, Charlie. She's already gone."

Charlie doesn't want to believe that her mother is gone, but you have to convince her to let go of her fear.

"I didn't want to believe my dad was gone, either. I know you don't want to live in a world where your mom is gone, but by keeping her in this hospital, you're only hurting her. It's time for her to move on. It's the only way she can start to heal because it's the only way for you to start to heal."

"I can't," she whispers as tears fall from her eyes.

"My dad should have never gotten shot. I was the one who killed Dick's friends, and then I used the last of my Borax on Dick. He killed my dad because of what I did. Sometimes I feel like it was my fault that he got shot, but you did not kill your mom."

"No, you don't understand. You don't understand!" she cries. "I was at a sleepover, and I got scared. I called my parents to come and get me. They should never have been driving that night."

"It wasn't your fault."

"I just wanna tell her that I'm sorry and that I love her," she sobs. "I just need her to hear it again. I just need her to hear that one more time, but she can't. She can't."

"She knows, Charlie. Parents always know," you say, letting your tears fall. You hope Robert knows how much you love him, whenever he may be. "You have to let her go."

You let your arms fall at your sides, and Charlie looks at the door. The vampires continue to get in, but the minute Charlie drops her shotgun, they disappear; the hallway is empty. Charlie walks over to the bed where her mom is, and when she slides the curtains open, her mom is gone. Even your son is gone, but you know you're not ready to let him go just yet.

This is not your nightmare, it's hers.

Charlie knows the kind of person you are and she will not stop until you're back to who you were before.

"I know, and that steadfast loyalty will be your undoing, my girl."

The tension between the two girls only goes up from there and before Cas knows it, both of them are yelling at each other. Nothing is getting done because they don't know how to work with each other. Cas takes out his phone and calls Sam who answers on the first ring. Sam picks up his phone as he watches Dean try and fails to turn the chair into a desk.

"Cas?"

"Yeah, listen, we have a problem here."

Charlie storms away from Rowena and approaches Cas with an angry look on her face.

"Okay, I am doing my best, but with her criticizing, breathing down my neck, and trying to sign me up for Team Witch, I am going crazy."

"I know," Cas sighs.

"No, she is evil."

"She is a wicked witch by definition--"

"No, I mean something bad is going to happen here. Please, give me two hours or even one hour in any place that's quiet. Y/N and Dean are counting on me to get this one and I can't screw it up."

"Do not let her go off, Cas. Do you hear me?"

Cas looks at his phone and sees his call to Sam is still connected.

"Let me talk to Sam real fast." Charlie huffs out and goes back to Rowena. The bickering continues louder if possible. "I don't think I'm making myself clear. I've got a situation here."

"There's no way Charlie can go off by herself. Cas, there are dangerous people looking for her."

"Fine, I'll go with her."

"No, you can't leave Rowena there alone, either."

"Nothing is getting done, Sam. What do I do?"

Sam looks at Dean who slams his hand against the table in frustration.

"Why don't we trade places? I'll go there and you come here. Dean really needs you right now. He's trying to use magic but it's not going right. Do you want to switch?"

"Yes. I'd like that."

"Good, I'll be there shortly." Sam hangs up. "Hey, man, I'm going to switch places with Cas. He's gonna come here. He might be able to help you get in touch with Y/N... the real Y/N."

"Yeah, please."

"Okay."

Cas enters the Bunker an hour later to see Dean sitting at one of the library tables with his head in his hands.

"Dean?"

"Cas?" He looks up at the angel with tears in his eyes. "You gotta help me. I need to talk to Y/N... the real Y/N. She's in my head. Please, help me talk to her. I can't do this without her. I wasn't meant to do something like this. Please."

"Of course," the angel nods.

Cas walks around to Dean and places both hands on his head. His eyes shine blue as his grace pours into Dean's head.

The room you're in is almost completely white. Except for a few dark spots, you can see everything. There is not a damn thing in this room to entertain you with, and Dean hasn't stopped pacing outside the room. You can't escape so what's there left to do but sit here and wait for something... anything to happen. You're sitting on the back wall with a ball of blue magic in your hands. You throw it to the other side of the room only to have it bounce back to you.

That's what you've been doing. Playing catch by yourself.

You catch the ball and let it mist away with a sigh. You lean your head against the wall and look at Dean who suddenly has stopped pacing. He turns to look at you with tears in his eyes.

"Y/N?"

"Dean!" You get up and run to the door but the invisible wall stops you. "I can't leave here." Dean steps into the room and you fling yourself at him, wrapping your legs and arms around his body. You shove your face in his neck and cry happily. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

Dean lets you go and he looks down at you while tears are streaming down his cheeks. The love you just showed him is overwhelming. The damage you have done to him is evident in the way a simple hug makes him burst into tears.

"Y/N, you're here," he cries.

"What is going on? I've been stuck in this room for weeks."

"Try almost a year."

You step back with a gasp. "What? What's going on?"

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"We were going to fight Metatron. We tried but he was too powerful. Did we beat him?"

"No. He killed me," tears well in your eyes, "and because of that, I sucked your soul out of your body. You're inside my head right now. Your body is out there right now walking around without a soul. You have red magic and it's all very, very bad."

"What about our kids?" you panic. You grip his shirt and cry softly. "Tell me our kids are safe."

"For now but she wants them. Y/N, the things she has done. She--"

"I don't want to know," you shake your head and wipe your tears. "Dean, what are you doing here?"

"Your soul is locked inside my body. I've been purifying it for you because I turned into a demon when Metatron killed me. The Mark made me into that. I turned your soul completely black, but because I have your soul, I have access to your magic. I need help harnessing all that power."

"It makes sense," you nod. "She's chaos magic and I'm order magic. We cancel each other out. The only way to beat her is with my magic."

"How? I'm at a crossroads, sweetheart. I don't know what to do. I don't know how you did this."

"I did it because I had you, Dean. My love for you made it so." You walk over to him and grab the sides of his face. He closes his eyes and lets two tears fall down from your gentle touch. "When I use my magic, I don't use this," you point to his head, "I use this," you point to his heart. "I think about our kids and the love I have for them. I think about you and how happy you make me. I use love to fuel my power. All you need to do is clear your mind and let your heart do the talking. Once you do that, you can do anything you desire, and that includes taking her down. You're the love of my life, Dean," you sniffle, "and I believe in you."

Dean breaks down crying right in front of you. He grips your shoulders so make sure you're real and right in front of him. You reach up and wipe his tears away, and he leans into your touch.

"She's hurt you, hasn't she?"

"Yeah, she has," his voice cracks. "It's bad, Y/N."

"I want you to know something, Dean." You grab his cheeks and make him look at you. "No matter what she says or what she does, just remember I love you so much. You are my best friend, my husband, the love of my life, and the father of my children. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you. I'd trade the whole world for a minute of your time. You are strong and brave and caring. I don't know what she said to you but just know my love for you is stronger than her magic. Please don't forget that."

You pull him down and kiss him with every bit of love you have for him. His tears mix in with the kiss but you don't care. He needs this. You need this. Now that you know what is going on out there, you're going to do whatever you can to help him.

"Do me a favor, Dean."

"Anything."

"Kick her ass and bring me home."

Dean is transported out of his mind and he rests his head on the table while he cries. Cas gets tears just seeing how broken Dean is right now. He puts a hand on his shoulder but Dean jumps up, eager to get this moving along.

"Dean, are you okay?"

"I will be." His face hardens and his eyes shine blue. "I can do this."

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Actually I’m curious with the Mama!Harley au how would she react to vol9 jaune?

"Hattah, Imma give ya one chance!"

"Tsk, tsk, Miss Quinn!" Said the strange man in a green hat.

Jervis Tetch, or The Mad Hatter for you few Gothamites reading, wagged his finger at Harley. Same gag as he always pulls; kidnap innocent girl, roleplay his obsession with her, snaps because she isn't a fan like him, then kills her to find the his next 'Alice'. Harley managed to get the girl out, but Tetch had to be taken care of. When she chased him, his trap caught her. Hey, we all have our off days.

"You should know better than to chase the White Rabbit, don't you?"

"I wasn't chasin' a rabbit." Harley snapped. "Only thing I'm chasin' is a creep who got way too into his story books."

"How rude!" Hatter balked. "Clearly, a readjustment must be made, post-haste! Wouldn't you agree, my March Hare?"

The poor goon behind him simply drooled and nodded behind in his brown rabbit mask. Hatter turned to him and snapped his fingers but was only met with the same drooling face as before. From his pocket, he produced a small sitch. With a point and click, he electrocuted the henchman who was gratefully too numb to scream as he was shocked to death.

"Now, what will you be?" Jervis took a mask from a box at random. He clapped his hands with glee at the face that stared back at him. In his hand, he held a mask shaped like a cat. "Oh, my dearest Cheshire! It's been too long!"

"Keep the hell away from me, you creep!" Harley thrashed against her restraints.

"Oh, Harley, I wish you could see things my way." He shook his head. "If you only could see things as I do..." His voice became faded and distant. "Through... the... look... ing... glaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

---------------------------------------------------

"Ugh, what the hell?" Harley looked around and found herself in a strange location, even by Hatter's standards. Was she about to meet the Walrus and the Carpenter, because that was the only place she could think of that had a beach like this. Still, the colors were way off. "Okay, just gotta find a way out."

As Harley walked, she noticed the scenery was wildly different. Floral gardens had been replaced with lush jungles. She saw a tribe of mice work together to water a bush of thorned vines. As she passed through the village, she noticed all of the characters were pieces from different board games.

"Jaune used tah love board games." She sighed. It felt like forever since she last saw her baby boy.

One day, all of a sudden with no warning, the transdimensional gate between Remnant and Gotham broke and couldn't connect. It was like the gate on the other side was broken somehow, both at Beacon AND in Atlas! Without another portal, mother and son couldn't reunite, no matter how much she wanted to.

Until then, she had to wai-

"M-Mom?"

Harley froze. The voice was different, but she'd recognize it anywhere, anyway, anyhow. It's a real power. Just ask your mother. Jaune could.

"Jaune?" Harley turned and tears flowed on sight. Her son, her baby boy, her little cupcake. He was right in front of her.

But he was so old. His hair, once bright like spun gold had now dulled and filled with white streaks. He'd grown an inch or two, too, and was wearing armor so covered in rust, she felt like she need a tetanus shot just looking at it. And she would after she was done crushing Jaune in her hug.

"M-Ma!" Jaune whined. "You're crushin' me!"

"I don't care!" She laughed and sobbed. "You're my baby boy, and I'm nevah letting you go!"

"What are you doing here?" Jaune asked as he hugged her. "How are you here?"

"It's a long story, sweetie, but I can tell you later." She pulled away. "Right now, I need to find a creep in a green hat. If I don't find him, I'll... I'll..."

"Mom?" Jaune asked.

Harley was conflicted. On the one hand, Gotham needed her to come back. Hatter was still loose, which meant a lot of innocent people were in danger. Batman could handle it, but he wouldn't be around forever.

But neither would Jaune. After so long, she finally meets him again and it's in a fantasy world. She would never get this chance again would she?

"Jaune, I... I don't know what to do." Harley shook her head. "I need to go back, but I... I'm not sure if I can leave this time. Not when I have you in my arms."

"I know, Mom, but... you'll have to let me go some day, right?"

"If I had it my way, you'd be my baby forevah."

"I always will be, Mom."

Harley was crying with a smile. This would be the most painful she'd done since she gave birth and brought him into her world. Not a close second, but a second regardless. She stepped away.

"Jaune, I'll nevah fuhgive you fuh breaking yuh mothah's heart..."

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"...but I'll always... love... you?" Harley looked around and saw the Dark Knight standing over a beaten Jervis. Panic filled her mind as she found the cat mask in pieces against the wall. "NOOOOO!"

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Jaune stood there. He stayed where he was, unmoving as the world continued to move silently around him. Some who passed stared as they went about their lives. Children. Parents. Sons. Mothers.

Harley's last words to him rang on a loop in his mind.

'Jaune, I'll never forgive you for breaking your mother's heart.'

[lesbianneopolitan]

Hey, any other Neo AUs you've drawn or been meaning to draw but fleshed out in your head? Like you have vampy Neo, and Hazbin Neo now, and the P3 Reload Neo you drew. Any other neato Neo'd you got cooking?

I don't even think I would count with P3 Neo because it was just one drawing, like, I would say I didn't flesh that out at all in my head aside of getting some basic questions about her arcana choice, it was more of a 'I like the style! I'll try to draw a Neo in it' for the small challenge than anything xD

Nevertheless, I may as well make a list of the Neos I've drawn in the style of other series, that were done for fun, rather than to flesh an AU

When it comes to the fleshed out AUs inside my head we have:

THE VAMPIRE AU

It was the first, I know a lot of people know of its existence, but I had to mention it anyway because I'll forever be fond of it. Like, vampires are one of my main hyperfixations, so I almost always gotta have a vampire AU if the character in question isn't one already.

Even if the main timeline is up to happen in a modern setting, I've actually written some of Neo's past in RP format to develop her life with her parents, when she was still a recently sired vampire and stuff.

CYBERPUNK 2077 AU

I think the doodles speak very well by themselves, but the main idea with this was that Neo was an ex-Corpo that used to work for Salem (Grimm Corp.), which treated to experiment on Cyberpsychos in order to turn them into mechanical aberrations (like the Hound, but more Cyberpunk).

I was partially inspired by the run I played in my own Cyberpunk 2077 game lol

Nevermore AU

My bestie and I watched the Wednesday show and ended brainstorming an AU for the academy that the protag stays at. I actually wrote a bit of Neo in the setting as well with my bestie, for the fun of it.

POKEMON AU

I actually learnt a few things while doing this one and brainstorming ideas, because I had no idea they use Ditto in the mangas to shapeshift people, as in, Ditto can cover a person and use the shifting powers so the person has a disguise like, WHAT?

Anyway, a Pokemon AU of my Neo. Mimikyu was her starter as a kid when still known as Trivia. The Espeon actually helps with transmitting Neo's thoughts if she needs to communicate real bad, Ditto is for her own shapeshifting...

She also has a Vanilluxe and a Zoroark (her biggest ace in the sleeve) for proper battle and help with her crimes due to illusions. Vanillite and Ditto are the ones swapped for them in that case.

ROCK AU

THE FUCKING ROCK AU HAS ONE OF MY FAVE NEO DESIGNS! Like I love her, I loved designing this one. It was fun. I should draw her more, honestly.

In this one, Neo ACTUALLY had a voice at first, she was actually a vocalist and keyboard player before an accident that left her vocal cords fucked up- had to go through an operation, but she never recovered her voice.

She's a musician that actually uses old records of her voice to develop a system that will replicate her voice for new songs, think like, Vocaloid, sort of.

She eventually meets Cinder and joins her band as a guitarist to honor Roman.

...eventually also falls out with her and ends with Ruby's band, initially to spite Cinder for kicking her out.

MAFIA AU

Bruh, I even went ahead and designed all the members of the Ever After Mafia in this one. Neo wasn't initially part of them and had her own thing -Roman's Mafia- which she inherited after Roman died.

Cinder is like a double agent in this one and eventually betrays Neo and leaves her to die (following Salem's orders), but Neo survives and ends in the Ever After, desperate to have revenge against Salem's Mafia for what they did.

The Curious Cat is the big boss initially, but he was a motherfucking manipulator that took advantage of the other members when they were in their lowest, even Neo.

So Neo eventually has enough and kills him, becoming the boss instead, even if she honestly hates the responsibility. It's when Neo becomes the Mad Hatter for the group.

EXORCIST AU

The recent one- I'm sure people don't need that much info of this one because it's pretty recent.

Other AUs: Rusted Knight but it's Neo suffering the time trap ; Werecat AU ; Serial Killer AU ; Jennifer's Body AU

And now for other crossovers:

Among Us, TCOAAL, Hellborn Neo (Succubi + Demon Cat mix)(HH, Helluva Boss), Homestuck, Helltaker, Adventure Time, Sinner Neo (HH), Persona 3, Disney Cat

[maggyme13]

Moving above the Underworld (2/?)

Ellie just moved into a new flat. Introducing herself to her downstairs neighbor with a cake she did not realize what the future held for her and him. And what had an asshole coworker to do with it?

AN: Part 2 :)

Don´t like-> Don´t Read Minors DNI

Warning:

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Part 1

„You look bored! Everything good?“, Jacky, the birthday girl and friend from her high school days shouted over the loud music currently playing at the „Wonderland“. „Yes, just tired. The last weeks were exhausting. Go dance with the others. I am going to watch the drinks.“, Ellie answered half true. She was tired, yes, but not only because of work but because her social batteries had run out earlier that evening. But being the friend she is, she does not want to ruin her friend's day by leaving. Especially not after she had reserved them a table at THE club. “The Wonderland” opened two years ago and was held in the scheme of ´Alice in Wonderland´ with crazy drinks, like the Mad-Hatter, and crazy light shows. Rumors had circled that it had been opened to be used for money laundering purposes by the local underworld. Nothing had come of it. Well, nothing else than a rise in popularity by the younger audiences and those that went thrill-seeking. Ellie did not care. The door was solid and fair, and as much as she knew had there been not one drug-induced incident since it opened. “Really? We will just be over there!”, Jacky inquired again, she also did not want to ruin her friend's evening. “Yes. Go have fun.”, she smiled, laughing when her friend tackled her into a hug before dragging the other three girls off onto the dance floor.

Sipping on her “Futterwack”- cocktail ( a fruity one with twists in its taste like the dance from the movie), Ellie let her eyes roam the crowd once in a while, watching the others dance and laugh a bit away, and keeping their drinks from being tampered with. She had almost finished her drink when an all-knowing feeling of being watched caught her attention. Only this time she found the one who caused it: A group of eight men around her age, definitely drunk as hell, were staring at her with unnerving looks on their faces. That turned wicked when they noticed her noticing them, and it did not take long for them to gather up their drinks and make their way towards where she was seated. As a female woodworker, she had muscles and against one or two drunkards she believed she might be able to defend herself (she could put her shyness away if being forced)but against eight drunkards that were all at least one head taller than her, she would never be able to stand a chance. And so she grabbed all the stirrups of the other girl's handbags and looked for a way to reach them. Safety in numbers, and the middle of the dance floor there was a possibility the men would lose interest. But it would not get that far: just when the time for her to flee came, three giants of men stepped in the path of the men, stopping them in their tracks. Security had arrived, but why? “You lot are too drunk. Grab your stuff and leave. You are done for tonight!”, one of them shouted loud enough over the music Ellie was able to hear it as well. One of the men looked like he considered arguing with the officials, but reconsidered when the two that were not speaking rolled their shoulders and tensed their muscles. The men did not even glance in her direction when they left, followed by the bouncers. “You good?”, Jacky suddenly shouted in her ear and Ellie jerked together and squeaked in surprise, “Sorry.” “Yeah, some drunks wanted to come over, but security escorted them out.”, Ellie nodded. “Well, let´s do one more round of drinks, and then off we go. I am getting tired of my old days.” “I am two years older than you.”, Ellie stated only to receive a stick-out tongue in return, “Wait until you are my age!” “Whatever Grandma!” An hour later they left for the exit, passing the entrance to the VIP area where Ellie imagined to see her neighbor. But when she looked again, he was not to be seen.

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Two days later she saw him again at their house, she was just about to leave for a nearby bakery for some fresh bread when he entered. He had a slight bruise on his jaw and the knuckles of his hands seemed cut. “Are you alright?”, she asked worried before she could think. He grunted in response. “S-sorry didn´t mean to pry. I-I am on my way to the bakery. Do you need anything?” “Wow. What a beautiful sight to see. So much better than your ugly muck. Alejandro Martinez. Nice to have a face to the one leaving those delicious goods in the hallway.” “E-Ellie Miller. I am glad you like what I made. I- I have to go. Have a nice day.”, she blushed before hurrying out of the door as fast as possible. Though she could still hear the `You lucky bastard.´ In the following weeks, she met Alejandro a handful of times in the hallway, and always he would be flirting with her. It made Ellie uncomfortable at first but with time she got used to it. She was exhausted more than ever. Work was hell, her boss had accepted more jobs than the workshop could handle, and so everyone was in mandatory overtime. Everyone but the boss and his friend. So it did not come as a surprise that after three weeks of thirteen-hour days seven days a week, her body went on strike due to the stress and she came down with a serious case of stomach flu. Not able to keep anything down (luckily the diarrhea was almost non existent), Ellie was unable to take care of herself much less cook. Knowing she needed something warm and salty for her well-being, she ordered some hot soup with breadsticks for delivery. She must have fallen asleep not long after the call because the next thing she knew she was awoken by a loud knocking on her door. Revealing her neighbor with a takeout bag in his hands. He took in her disheveled look: Face puffy and pale, her hair in a messy bun, and her clothes baggy and crumpled. “Your delivery. The Guy was pissed no one opened when I came back from work. I paid him before he could dump it on the front steps.”, her neighbor exclaimed, handing over the bag and leaving before she could say thank you or give him back the money she owed. Not in the state to do anything, she accepted the fact he left and went on to eat the warm soup. It had calmed her stomach enough for her to be able to take a hot shower and move some stuff to her living room to build a small nest of pillows and covers (like her mother did when she was ill as a child) where she would spend the rest of the day, reading, sleeping, and throwing up. That same evening she was once again awoken from a nap by a loud knock on her door. Again it was her neighbor who stood there with a bag in his hand. However this time she did not order any delivery she could have missed. He only nodded in greeting and walked past her into the kitchen. Dumbfounded she followed him through her apartment and watched him unpack half a supermarket produce aisle. Carrots, Potatoes, Bread, Canned soup, and everything else she might need to stay alive until healthy again. “Thank you.”, Ellie croaked, hugging her hot water bottle against her chest. After one last glance to make sure she had everything she might need, he left without saying anything.

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“Th- Thank you again for last month. You did not need to do that.”, Ellie smiled, fidgeting with the hem of her costume. She was dressed as Little Red Riding Hood (not in a slutty, but more modern way) for the Halloween party at the Wonderland Jacky had coaxed her to attend. “I am going to a Halloween party at the Wonderland with a friend.”, she told him, noticing the look he gave her. “Have a Happy Halloween!”, she wished him before leaving to meet up with her friend. “You are a lot happier than last time.”, Jacky laughed dancing in her slightly bondage-themed witch costume. “Yeah. Work is alright at the moment. And I just love Halloween.”, she smiled back dancing in her way, “Should we get another round?” “Sure thing! Let´s get a round of Jabberwocky and Red Queens.”, Jacky cheered and ran to the bar to order. “Here you go, Ladies. Your Drinks are taken care of for tonight.”, the Bartender, a card guard, stated when he placed the order in front of them. “What do you mean?”, Ellie asked suspiciously. “Your drinks are being paid for the rest of your stay with us.” “By whom?”, she continued. As a woman, accepting free drinks could send the wrong message to whoever paid them. And she really did not want the wrong person to think they owe him or her something. She got her answer when she followed the outstretched hand of the bartender with her eyes to the VIP area and was greeted by a flirty toasting Pirate. Alejandro. Relieved she knew the person who paid for them, she smiled back and toasted back with her Red Queen. “Thank you, Sir.”, she thanked the Bartender and cheered to her friend. “Sooooooooooooooooooo. Who is that? A friend. A customer? A Lover?”, Jacky immediately began peppering her with questions. “My Neighbor´s friend. Guess he says thank you for all the cake and muffins he got when I made too much and left some for my neighbor and him whenever he visits. You know I like to share what I make. And NO, I do not intend to date him. He could be my dad.” “No Kink-shaming! Well, guess I will just accept the free drinks you got us and enjoy the party with you.”, Jacky sang in a voice that clearly sounded like the debate was not over yet, “So, what about your Neighbor? Why not get him?” Not answering her friend's nagging, Ellie drank her Cocktail, one of the last she was able to remember. The next morning she woke up in her bed, with a hangover from hell and no recollection of how she got there. And despite the hangover, she did not regret the evening and fun she had with her friend. Alejandro would definitely get a whole cake just for himself one day as a thank-you. But that would have to wait until she did not feel the need to vomit by only opening her eyes.

Part 3

[finniestoncrane]

Hii! Idk if you’ve done this one before but I have a horrible cold rn so my request is: how would the rogues take care of a sick reader? I love your work and I’ve been dying to request something for a bit now

Sick Reader

Rogues Headcanons ok i love offering a lil bit of goodness and comfort for people when they're feeling shitty so i have tried to get this out as soon as possible for you! i hope you're better now though!! 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff, some sexual stuff i mean it's me

scarecrow

he's actually very calm about it, very structured and prepared

sickness is something he dislikes, so he's sympathetic

and knowledgeable in prevention as well as curing

so you'll be sent to bed with a hot water bottle and a tea

and nursed softly back to health by him until he decides you're well

which he monitors efficiently and obsessively until you call him off

mr freeze

there's a slight panic to him when someone close to him is sick

he wouldn't want it to get too serious, or life-threatening

so he's on it immediately, offering you medicines and comfort

trying his best to make sure you're seen by medical professionals

and ensuring he does his best to get you better as soon as possible

but he'll sit by you, holding your hand, until you're feeling good

bane

he's not sure about how to fix it, which he finds infuriating

but his main focus is making sure you're at least not suffering

so he'll be fumbling, distressed, waiting on you hand and foot

literally giving you everything you could possibly want

it's so sweet it heals you quicker, maybe a placebo

or maybe it was the four blankets and ten soft toys he piled on you

zsasz

groggy people kind of annoy him, but for you he'll tolerate it

his sympathy is somewhat limited though, it's just a bit gross

he'll still pass you a tissue, at arm's length, and with gloves

and he'll remind you that he's excited for you to get better

not just because you are literally a walking germ right now

but because he misses you at your best, and misses kissing you

poison ivy

natural and herbal remedies are something she's clued up on

so get ready to feel even better than before you got sick

she's going to heal everything in you, from top to bottom

inside and out even, because what couldn't a warm hug heal?

so quick, sip up that weird green tea with leaves in it

and let her just hold this soup in a vine so she can stroke your head

riddler

what sickness can't you talk about until it's cured? laryngitis!

ok it's probably not that, less serious... but who knows!

not helpful... hm... what about a hot drink and a hug?

but what about just one more riddle? it would help distract him

of course, you are the sick one... but if you must know!!

he's very worried about you, don't mention that again though

penguin

he's a busy guy, but he's calling every meeting off to sit by your bed

whatever you need, whatever you want, he'll get it for you

or rather, he'll have some poor henchman rush out for it

you want soup? something sweet? a new blanket? a new bed?

you want new pyjamas? something softer or warmer?

spoiling you won't cure you, but it will make it easier to cope!

harley quinn

it's chicken noodle soup time, and she'll be hand-feeding you

don't argue, you lie completely still and she'll do everything for you

ok, listen, she's a doctor, but maybe she could be nurse harley

just for you. get a little cute outfit and tend to your every need?

whatever makes it easier for her to force you to just lay back

let sweet nurse quinn take your temperature huh?

mad hatter

every morning he's just glad you haven't died

very dramatic of course, it's just a common cold, but still

you're precious to him, and he'll make sure you get better

how much tea can you stomach? because... get ready for a lot

something hot to soothe your throat, to heat you up

and a kiss on the head to soothe your heart and comfort you

two face

harvey is all about playing nurse and keeping you comfortable

harv on the other hand thinks you should power through it

a combination of both actually works very well it turns out!

being filled up with cough syrup and pain meds is great

but being forced to go for a drive with the window down

while you get hickies at red lights? perfect cure for what ails ya

[thezombieprostitute]

Magic

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty​ this is my third entry for the Bingo card, combining Fairytale AU and Writer’s Choice. Reader is implied fem (”godmother”) but no other descriptors. Warnings: I don’t think this has any, but please let me know if I missed them.

You walk into Alice’s Tea Shop and are greeted with a delightful medley of scents. So many of the newer shops try to downplay or cover up the smells so as not to bother the patrons, but you always felt like it was such a loss to the atmosphere. Maybe it was just your nostalgia for the olden times. Looking around you spot Jefferson in the corner with his daughter, Grace, likely working on some of her homework. Walking to the counter you order a tea with autumnal flavors and then head over to a table to wait for it to arrive. 

“Okay Grace,” you hear Jefferson sigh, “I think it’s time we took a break. We’ve been stuck on this one for a while so maybe walking away from it for a bit will help us out.” Grace eagerly agrees to this and gets up to walk around, heading for the bathroom. When the door closes, Jefferson gets up and makes his way to you.

“Thank you for coming,” he whispers as he sits next to you. “I wasn’t sure there were any of your kind left.”

“There’ll always be at least one Fairy Godmother in the world. It’s in our nature to make sure someone takes care of the children. Now, why did you call for me, Hatter?”

“Don’t call me that,” he pleads, looking around to see if anyone’s heard. “I’m looking for some help for my daughter. I think she’s showing signs of having the magic and I can’t…I don’t want her to.”

“This sounds a bit out of my league, Jefferson. We can control magic, but goodness knows we can’t control who accesses it. Otherwise a lot of things would’ve changed a much longer time ago. Besides, what makes you think she even has magic?”

“Little things,” he began. “Little things that add up to her being like the princesses in the stories.”

You chuckle a bit, “and you’re sure that isn’t a bit of bias from being her father?”

“Spend some time with her, and we’ll go from there.”

Grace comes out of the bathroom and spots the two of you talking. “Papa,” she asks, “who are you talking to? Can I join?” You smile your approval to Jefferson to let her come over.

“Grace, this is a very old friend of mine, Y/N. Y/N, this is my daughter, Grace.”

“How old of a friend,” Grace asks. “I’ve never heard you talk about her before.”

Jefferson smiles, “last time she and I talked I hadn’t even met your mother yet.” Grace gasps as she contemplates how long ago this must’ve been and your smile gets a little bigger.

“It’s true,” you confirm. “But sometimes that’s just how life works, or doesn’t work. As the case may be.”

“So why are you here, now?”

“Work. I tend to travel a lot for my job. I help children around the world,” you tell her. “Once upon a time, your father helped me out. Then he met your mother, fell in love, and you know the rest.”

Grace smiled and giggled, “yeah. Papa tells me about Mama quite a bit.” 

The barista brings over your tea and three cups along with it. You look at Grace and ask, “would you and your Papa be willing to join me?” 

“Yes, please! Let me go get my homework and we can sit over here.” Before Jefferson can argue she’s off to the other side of the shop, gathering up their belongings and running back over. You chuckle at her eagerness and begin pouring tea for everyone.

“You definitely raised her well, Jefferson. She’s confident, lively. She feels safe and she knows she’s loved. Well done.”

“Very high praise coming from a Godmother. Thank you.”

You spend the afternoon at the shop enjoying your conversation with Grace, even helping her with her homework, all the while watching for the telltale signs of magic. You find yourself agreeing with most of Jefferson’s assessment: there is magic, but it isn’t Princess magic. The next time she goes to the bathroom, you put on a serious face.

“She’s not a Princess, in the Fairy Tale sense.”

“But you did sense magic, yes?”

“It’s faint, but it’s there. She’s got Jumper magic.” 

Jefferson turns pale, eyes wide, he shakes his head repeating, “no, no, no.”

In your calmest voice you tell him, “she’ll never be a full Jumper, I can promise you that. If she gets together with someone who also has access to magic, your grandchild might be a Jumper. But Grace doesn’t have that much..”

“But it’s still magic and it has to be used or…” 

“I know, and she’s been unintentionally using the little magic she has. The Princess abilities you thought you were seeing were actually Jumper abilities. Harmful insects get jumped to other realms. Candies and goodies get jumped into this one. Right now it’s very uncontrolled, but it’s not too dangerous since it’s being used.”

“I don’t think this is something we can just leave alone, though.”

“It isn’t. Left alone it could easily cause something bad to be jumped into this world. Not to mention we don’t know how many invasive species of insect she’s accidentally let loose into other worlds.”

“Is there something, anything I can do?” 

“You, not so much. Me, yes, and I’ll get right on it. I’m gonna make her a Luck Charm. It’ll direct her magic and keep it in-world.”

Jefferson appears relieved and when Grace returns you make sure to turn the conversation towards her favorite colors, animals, dreams, all the things that you can incorporate into the charm to make sure she wears it and it attunes to her. It isn’t until Grace starts yawning that you and Jefferson check the time.

“Well,” Jefferson exclaims, “it looks like you got to stay up way past your bedtime! We should get you home.”

Grace nods in agreement but looks at you and asks, “can I see you again? You’re fun to talk with.”

You smile and assure her you’ll see her tomorrow or the day after at the latest as you still have work to do. She gives you a big hug before you all leave the tea shop. True to your word, the next day you visit the pair and you give Grace a necklace with many jewels set to direct her magic and keep her safe. And the amulet, that converted her magic to Luck, was a gold bunny, looking into the night sky. 

You said your goodbyes, gave your hugs, and went on to the next child in need.

[mizusswordtip]

Down The Rabbit Hole ⚝ Killian Jones x Reader (4)

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summary: Alice's plan to overthrow the Queen of Hearts is thwarted by a dashing pirate with a hook. Years later, after the curse is broken, they reunite once again.

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I see Jefferson looking at me with an unimpressed raised brow. I look around at my surroundings, unsettled. “I told you, you’re not dreaming Alice. This is real I’m real.” He speaks passionately, grasping my shoulders once more.

I know I’m being difficult but I can’t help it. How can any of this be real? Just hours ago I was being proposed to and that was the craziest thing that had happened to me since my father’s death. The Queen taking my memories just seems too… convenient. Or maybe I just don’t want to believe. I swallow hard.

“Do you know why a raven is like a writing desk?” He asks nonsensically with an expectant expression, as if I’m supposed to know the answer. I shake my head with furrowed brows and he looks cresfallen. I give him an apologetic look.

“I do.” A different voice rings out, smooth and silky. I tear my eyes away from Jefferson and see a cat that seemingly materialized out of nowhere. Defiantly a dream.

“Who are you?” I ask curiously, happy for the distraction from Jefferson’s intense gaze.

“An old friend.” He says mysteriously before appearing behind Jefferson. “Do not worry Hatter, she will be Alice again, just give her time.” He tells Jefferson. I’m filled with indignation at his words. Not Alice? How can I not be Alice when I am Alice?

“What do you mean by that?” I ask with furrowed brows, tired of everyone acting like they know me better than I do.

Just as the strange cat is about to answer, there’s a loud howl from outside which causes him to disappear once more. The hair on the back of my neck stands up at the chilling sound. All the occupants at the table stand, looking like they are prepared for a fight. I stand up, going to see what’s outside when Jefferson grabs my arm to stop me.

I swiftly pull my arm away, tired of being dragged around. I go towards the door, the fear now gone and replaced by exasperation at the feeling of having no control over my own dream. Coming towards me is a large white beast with white spots. I ponder over whether or not it whether it’s a mix of a bear or a dalmation.

“Bandersnatch!” I hear McTwisp shout from somewhere behind me.

I feel my palms turn clammy but I refuse to move, entrusting that this dream will finally end. I close my eyes just as the banderthingy raises it’s large back to strike me but Jefferson pushes me out of the way, the beast only managing to scratch my arm. I lay on my back in shock, holding my wounded arm as I realize I still haven’t woke up. Pinching myself usually works so why wouldn’t this? My arm really hurts. Bad.

I watch, unable to do anything as the bandersack, or whatever it’s called, takes Jefferson’s foot in its mouth and drags him off to who knows where. Before I lose sight of him he shouts one last thing at me. “Don’t follow me!” And with that, he’s gone.

I get up, breathing heavily as a feeling of dread comes over me. Why would he do something like that for me? Does he truly believe that I’m capable of defeating the Queen? So much so that he’d be willing to sacrifice himself so I can? I steel myself, knowing what I have to do.

“Cat!” I shout at the air. In a moment the cat from before materializes in front of me, paying close attention to the three gashes on my arm.

“I can heal that for you, it needs purified so it doesn’t putrefy.” He says with his usual grin. I move away, sensing a strange, malicious energy radiating from him. I hold my arm protectively. “At least let me bind it for you.” He says, materializing a bandage. I nod my head hesitantly in consent and wince as he binds my arm gently.

When he’s done I take a step back and look at him with determination. “What’s your name?” I ask firmly.

“The Cheshire Cat. But you used to call me Chesh.” He says with a…well, you know what kind of grin.

“Where did that thing take Jefferson?” I then ask. The chesh-Chesh appears behind me.

“To the Queens palace of course.” He says, tilting his head to the side.

“We’re going to rescue him.” I state, leaving no room for argument.

“If I recall, did he not tell you to to not do exactly that?” He asks knowingly, appearing back in front of me and rolling to his back.

I let out a frustrated breath of air. “I don’t care what he said! He wouldn’t be there if it weren’t for me.” I say and then pause. “This may be a dream… but if it’s not.” I hesitate. “If it’s not then I must save him.” I finish.

“You must prepare-”

I feel a rush of anger run through me and I interrupt before he can finish. “From the moment I fell down that rabbit hole I’ve been told what I must do and who I must be. I’ve been told I know all of you and I’ve been scratched by a wild beast but this is my dream! I’ll decide where it goes from here.” I finish, feeling more self assured than I have my entire life.

“If you diverge from the right path-”

“I decide what the right path is! I make the path! So either help me… or stay the hell out of my way.”

His smile becomes even bigger somehow.

“Now you are Alice.”

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

So for Jervis (BTAS, Gotham) and Riddler (BTAS, Arkham)

He didn't have a good relationship with Reader but she helped him once. Now he helped her out and is kinda cocky about it, saying that now they're even. She just rolls her eyes and says "Thank you my hero." And kisses him on the cheek before casually walking away "See ya."

"Oh, my hero." Mad Hatter x f!reader, Riddler x f!reader

We do love flustering these men sometimes, don't we? They deserve it.

Tw: surveillance mention

BTAS Mad Hatter

- You'd rubbed him the wrong way once by calling him ridiculous. Or was it his costume you called ridiculous? Either way, he'd genuinely written you off.

- ...Until several of the Rogues Gallery were working together and you pulled him to safety from a smoke bomb. It was kind.

- When he finally gets to help you, he's sing-song telling you you're even and that he got to save the damsel.

- When you kiss him, he's genuinely shocked. He wasn't trying to be cocky, although he supposes it could have come off that way. But... your hero?

- It makes him feel fluttery in his chest, the thought. And... oh, you've already left. That whole time he was just staring at the floor blushing. How embarrassing.

- He's going to be hanging around a lot more asking if you need anything- no? You're certain? He's more than happy to- well, alright. But he'll be around if you need anything. Anything at all!

- He's got all the affection and loyalty of a puppy. You'll notice he starts using pet names like Dearest all of sudden. Treat him well.

Gotham Mad Hatter

- He felt neutral about you at first. Not really a dislike as much as not caring very much. But then there was a plan gone bad and you, being in the area, gave him shelter.

- He'd left the moment he could, especially after you teased about owing him. Not long after, he happened upon an instance where a guard was pointing a gun at your face. That won't do at all.

- After hypnotizing the guard, he teases "what would you have done without me?" With a coy smile. He doesn't expect you to kiss him and look at him that way.

- He almost considers following you, to seeing if you really meant that kiss. If you... perhaps wanted go continue it further.

- He'll settle for the tense but playful flirting you'll do when you meet at random intervals in the city of Gotham. Lingering touches and offers to teach you about hypnotism.

- And, even if it doesn't go anywhere serious, there's always the chance of a steamy and lengthy affair... and someone to watch your back as long as you watch his.

BTAS Riddler

- He got the impression you thought of yourself as on his level. Whether or not this is true is up for debate. Either way, he was rather shocked when you opened a path of escape for him from Batman rather than just saving your own skin.

- Hm. There's a chance he needs to re-evaluate this. After all, he's not so egotistical to think he's above a partnership of sorts, no matter what anyone else thinks. This is why the next time you're in a bind about to be caught, it's one of his robots that scoops you up to take you to safety.

- Of course, being Edward Nygma, he needs to gloat just a tad. Brilliant, wasn't it? Could you, in your average mind, have ever thought of such an escape? It was impressive, he knows.

- All that hot air quickly escapes him when you call him your hero and kiss his cheek. He's a blushing mess immediately falling over himself. Him? "W-Wait, sweet, dear lady, I think we need to talk about this-"

- He doesn't actually have anything to add, he's just still computing all that. Eventually, he's going to stumble on about dinner, he can make it- or go out! To discuss... plans! How to foil Batman! Yes!

- He's going to wear one of his nicest suits and bring flowers, the huge dork.

Arkham Riddler

- let's be honest, he likely thought you were a moron incapable of anything than being pretty and sometimes useful. It does not take much for him to have an opinion like this about people, particularly if he finds them attractive.

- When you do help him, he insists he didn't need your help in the first place! Don't think he needed you. He had the situation completely under his control. (He didn't.)

- While his instinct is to chalk it up to you being in awe of him, he does feel a slight nagging feeling like he might owe you. Perhaps.

- Strangely when you're in distress, outnumbered by thugs in Gotham- He makes a surprise arrival with several devices that bring them to their knees begging for mercy.

- If you ask him how get got there so quickly, he'll point his cane to a nearby cctv, "I have eyes everywhere. You should remember that. Oh, and you're welcome, of course. It's not every day the Riddler deigns to enter a fray with the idiotic incompetents in the streets." Preening and patting himself on the back in a smug tone.

- What he doesn't expect is your sarcastic comment and a kiss. He's stunned to speechlessness. If for around... 30 seconds, at least.

- "And just what was the meaning of that?" He's following you, being a pest, "Some misguided attempt to curry favor with the greatest genius of Gotham? Well... it won't work, I'm far too clever to fall for such base instincts."

- He's incredibly flustered and still shouting even as you round the corner out of sight. This is definitely not the end of this.

[riddle-me-ri]

Hi… so I adore your writing and was wondering if you could do Gotham! Jervis celebrating his and his S/O’s anniversary? Like, she ends up getting him these beautiful gifts, and later that night they do some smutty stuff 😳

Idk you don’t have to, it’s just a request, don’t do this if you don’t want to or don’t have time 💕

A/N: Aww I can absolutely do that for you! Sorry in advance if Jervis, atleast this particular version is kinda of ooc I just imagine he’d be less unhinged and a tad more lucid when he as someone. Enjoy!

Trigger Warning: explicit sexual content (cunnilingus)

Word Count: 2.2 k (asdfg idk what's going on with me, sorry everything's long rip) ((don't take that out of context))

Gotham Mad Hatter x F!Reader - A Very Important Date

The whole day had been a dream.

You two walked around the city, your arm wrapped in his. You two talked and reminisced about the years you two have spent together. It was your anniversary after all...

The ups and downs, the trials and tribulations. All leading to another whole year and you had no intention of stopping the years coming and going anytime soon. As long as you were with him that was all that mattered. 

You two swung by the house and got ready for dinner. Apparently Jervis had made reservations to one of the newer restaurants in town. You've heard good things, but felt like you could never afford to even breathe in there much less eat there. However, Jervis assured you that it wouldn’t be that suffocating for the two of you.

You got yourself ready in one of your (and more importantly so, Jervis’) favorite dresses. An evening gown with off-shoulder sleeves and a slit up to your mid-thigh of your left leg. You always felt gorgeous in it. You remembered when you first got the dress…as a means to…seduce Jervis after a few dates. 

You recalled how effective it was…your plan worked better than you had thought possible. It felt like yesterday, when it was in fact years ago. Each and every time onward it was always amazing, being with him was and still is amazing-

“Are you ready yet, darling?” You heard Jervis call through the door as he opened it to retrieve you. 

You smiled sweetly at him. “Yes, sorry I…was lost in thought for a moment.” You quickly moved to grab your purse which held Jervis’ gift. 

Meanwhile, Jervis hadn’t moved or said a word. He stood there frozen in place in front of your shared bedroom door. You nearly bump into him expecting him to move when he saw you walking towards the door. 

“Jervis?” You put your hand on his shoulder and gently shook him. 

Jervis shook his head. Somehow your words snapped him out of his reverie. “Hm? Oh, right, sorry. Come now, we should get going..”

You probably should have suspected he would do something like this. To most it may have bothered them, but to you it was incredibly endearing, made you feel all the more special. Jervis had the entire staff under his hypnosis and the restaurant was reserved for just the two of you. Whatever haughty pompous atmosphere you were anxious about before was entirely snuffed out. 

You reveled in the inclusivity, talking and laughing loudly and freely with Jervis. When you weren’t eating your dish, you were fiddling with your purse and the box inside. You really ought to give it to him, but somehow, it felt insignificant to everything he’s done for you up to this point. 

“Is everything all right, dear?” 

Your head flew back up to see Jervis staring perplexed at you. 

“Yes, yes! Everything is…amazing…I was just…thinking.” As you spoke you went ahead and got the small gift box out of your purse. 

Before he could inquire for more clarification, you stood up from your seat and walked over to him on the opposite side of the table. Silently, you handed him the small box. 

“Happy Anniversary, Jervis…I know it’s not much but-”

“Oh, darling, you, you didn’t have to get me anything. You spoil me so, daily even, just by your sure love and devotion…”

“I know, as do you, and you still got me a gift. It’s only fair.” You insisted. 

Seeing no way to return the gift, Jervis pulled at the bow to lift the lid. 

Inside was a golden pocket watch with rich intricate weaving designs on the front. 

“I…I know you don’t really rely on watches and ticking anymore…but I knew you were still really fond of your old watch…before it finally broke.” You were rubbing your arms that were crossed behind your back. 

“It’s…it’s gorgeous, darling. I-I I don’t know what to say..” Jervis pushed down on the small button along the crown of the watch. The cover opened promptly, and he was taken by surprise. On the inside cover “Tetch” was chisled in calligraphy. 

You noticed his eyes widened when he saw his surname. “There’s also writing on the back,” you added. 

Jervis quickly flipped the watch around and saw the words “given with love on this date,” and today’s date was engraved. 

Jervis continued to be speechless. No one had ever given him such a profound gift, he was sure you wouldn’t be able to top your gift from last year. It was one thing to recall an item he held dear from his past…but it was entirely another to go the lengths to customize it. To add his name and a date to solidify the moment it was given. 

The only thing he could think of to do was slowly rise from his own seat and embrace you tightly. He leaned his head so his lips were next to your ear. 

“I absolutely love it, darling. I-I will cherish this always, as I do you…” His hug tightened a little when he spoke the last word. 

You gladly returned the embrace, whatever worries you had of it being an inadequate gift washed away. There was nothing left now but happiness, pure adoration for the one you were with. 

After a moment of sweet silence of you two enjoying each other’s proximity. Jervis let you go and looked back down at the watch. 

You were confused when he handed it back to you.

He smiled at the confused expression on your face. 

“Could you be a dear and help put it in my pocket, here..” His index finger tapped at the chest pocket of his suit jacket. 

You smiled softly, silently accepting your task as your fingers deftly went to work. Your left hand held the fabric flap of his pocket up and opened it to make room for the watch. Your other hand gently placed it safely there. Once the watch was nestled safely in the pocket, you gave it a satisfactory pat. 

Jervis quickly, but gently grabbed the hand that was on the chest pocket. He caressed your palm with his thumb. 

“Now it’ll be in a safe place, as we take the journey back home…”

Your heart began beating faster and deeper at the prospect of what’s to come once you two got home. 

You sat on the side of the bed, happily taking off your shoes. You began rubbing and pushing along your feet trying to relax the strained pins and needles in your feet. Jervis watched you from the doorway. His suit jacket and shoes put away. A few buttons of his button up white dress shirt undone.

“Here…” He offered as he saw you cringle slightly from a certain point you tried to massage. 

Before you could protest, he was already on his knees in front of you, with your foot resting the in palm of his hand. Your emotions were conflicted between being embarrassed he held your probably dirty foot and the hot pulsing arousal that coursed through you at the sight of him on his knees before you. 

“Jervis, y-you don’t-ah!” 

He shushed you softly. “It’s all right, love. I don’t mind.” 

His fingers continued to knead and rub along your foot. Jervis already made much faster and sufficient headway as your sore nerves began to go away. Once he was done, he made sure to quickly make work of your other foot. 

You rested your back slightly, only being propped by your elbows. You didn’t try to protest when he moved his attentions to your other foot. You almost felt yourself nodding off until you felt something…odd along your ankle. 

There it was again on your shin. It tickled slightly too.

You straightened up a little to see and it almost took your breath away. 

Jervis was gently caressing your leg, slowly rolling up the dress to show more of your legs. He began pressing sweet adoring kisses along your shin to your knees. His head making a zig-zag motion as he kissed up both legs. Occasionally, teasingly, he would kiss the insides of your legs. 

Your breathing was choked and heavy at the devoting attention. Your hands clenching the comforter of the bed every time your breath hitched. 

“J-Jervis..” you sighed. 

You stood up briefly to pull up the rest of your dress. The fabric all balled up in your hands as Jervis continued his path up your legs. He kissed both of your knees before favoring your left leg as he began leaving deeper messier kisses along the inside of your thigh.

Jervis slowly lifted his head up to look at you. His face was tinted a soft red shade and he sported a devious grin. His hands soon rose over your legs, relighting all the spots where he kissed your skin. While still watching your reaction, he instinctively grabbed both sides of your underwear and carefully removed them. 

You sat up straighter than you did before. Your hands let go of your dress in favor of holding his face. A small silent gesture of gratitude for his affectionate efforts. He turned his head and kissed the palm of your hand, as if to respond with ‘my pleasure.’

Jervis lifted your legs over his shoulders, where your knees were on both sides of his face and yoru ankles were crossed on his back. He didn’t take nearly as long as he did before to get to where you both wanted him to be. 

You gasped when you felt Jervis leave a couple bites along your inner thighs, it didn’t pain you nearly as much as it excited you. Soon you felt his warm breath hit your swollen and slightly damp lower lips. 

Your legs slightly jerk when he finally makes contact. He gently nibbled and sucked on your folds before sticking his tongue in between them. He lightly began lapping his tongue in between your folds. The tip of his tongue collecting small ounces of pre-cum there eagerly. 

Meanwhile one of his hands that was holding your legs up along his shoulders, slowly crept up your leg. His thumb and first two fingers hovered just above were else you desperately needed him. 

You tried your best to keep your composure or what remained of it. In order to see him, to keep your dress pulled up. However, you knew your efforts would be for nothing. If he kept going at the pace he was going…you would be lying flat on your black and seeing stars. 

Your began whimpering, as his tongue ventured deeper, still licking and suckling the heated core of your arousal. The wet noises he produced from his activities caused your face to flush red. One of your hands gave up holding you up as it favored diving into his dark curls in search for the back of his head.

You let out another breathy moan as you felt his hand finally reach down to roll and stir your clit. The nails of your fingers dug deeper into his head which resulted in him groaning. His sounds vibrated against you resulting in more moans of your own. 

As his tongue began licking in and out of you faster than before, with his fingers soon following his speedy rhythm. It finally caused you to fall back on your back as the pleasure began building up inside you. 

"J-J-Jervis…ohhh…mmm."

You tried to control your legs so they wouldn't suffocate him or make dark bruises along his back, but to no avail. Your heels dug into his lower back and if he was somehow struggling to breathe he didn't show it. 

You're a panting mess at this point. Just on the verge of euphoric bliss, chasing it and yearning for it with every flick of his tongue and the friction of his fingers. 

Finally, the knot in your gut came unwound and sent sparks of pleasurable electrifying tingles all throughout your body. Your legs finally let up their weight as they began shaking. 

Jervis slowed down but didn't stop licking and tasting every last bit of your cum. He tried his best not to over stimulate you or cause you any discomfort, but your taste was always so addicting. 

You were still panting and trying to catch your breath when he finally resurfaced from between your legs and under your dress. 

You were amused that he looked just as much of a mess as you probably did. His hair was all askew even with his curls, some were flattened and some stood up longer than others. His face was fully red now and his lips were glistening from your cum. 

Like before, you reached your hands out again to cradle his face. This time you dragged his face closer to yours as you went in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. 

Jervis deepened the kiss by teasingly nipping at your bottom lip, asking for entrance. Your tongues swirled around each other. You moaned into his lips as you tasted more of you. 

Reluctantly, you pulled your lips away from his. You looked up into his dark blown out eyes. 

"I love you…" You softly said, like it was a delicate secret. 

Jervis smiled as he got up on the bed with you. "I love you too, my beloved." He leaned in and gave a kiss on your jaw. "Happy Anniversary."

[auditionsuggestions]

Unique Audition Songs for Mezzos and Sopranos

Hey friends, I've been down the rabbit hole coming up with songs I haven't really heard done much in auditions (at least not in my market) and I though I'd list them here (I'll do a Tenor/Baritone list in a bit). It's a mix of belt and legit stuff.

Keep in mind the risk of this is some of these may not have readily available sheet music, others may be a bit more obscure and so your accompanist may struggle a little if they're one who relies on having at least a cursory knowledge of a piece.

Also, there is no organization to this list beyond the order I added them to my spotify playlist.

Life! from The Ballad of Little Jo

Why Can't I from Scandalous

I'm Your Man from Meet John Doe

He Threw Me from Meet John Doe

Who is this Man from Death Takes a Holiday

When the World Was Mine from The Count of Monte Cristo

A Story Of My Own from The Clock Maker's Daughter

A Whole New Story from Between the Lines

How Will I Know from Death Takes a Holiday

When the Music Played from Doctor Zhivago

This is All Very New to Me from Plain and Fancy

Children of the Wind from Rags

Is it Really Me from 110 in the Shade

I Want to Go To Hollywood from Grand Hotel

I'll Show Him from Plain and Fancy

A Quiet Thing from Flora the Red Menace

Patterns from Baby

The Finer Things from Jane Eyre

I Couldn't Know Someone Less from Daddy Long Legs

When Did I Fall in Love from Fiorello!

Love, Don't Turn Away from 110 in the Shade

Will He Like Me from She Loves Me

Dear Friend from She Loves Me

Old Maid from 110 in the Shade

Humiliation from Emma

The Epiphany from Emma

I'm Done from Rocky

Simple Little Things from 110 in the Shade

I Still Believe from Amazing Grace

When I Look at You from The Scarlet Pimpernel

Forgiveness from Jane Eyre

Sweet Liberty from Jane Eyre

Painting Her Portrait from Jane Eyre

Rain from Jane Eyre

Lay Down Your Head from Violet

How Can I Wait from Paint Your Wagon

The Story Goes On from Baby

Never Again from King David

It's a Helluva Way to Run a Love Affair from Plain and Fancy

Everything That Touched Her from The Ballad of Little Jo (A bit of a warning on this one, it is an emotionally rough song and could possibly be triggering--I'd recommend reading the synopsis of the show before you work on this one)

Troubled Heart from The Ballad of Little Jo

Unbuttoning the Buttons from The Ballad of Little Jo

Here Alone from Little Women

Days of Plenty from Little Women

And Eve Was Weak from Carrie

I Will Prevail from Wonderland

The Mad Hatter from Wonderland

Snuff Out the Light cut from The Emperor's New Groove

Everything Happens from Bandstand

Who I Was from Bandstand

Welcome Home (Reprise) from Bandstand

I Wish I Could Forget You from Passion

I Read from Passion

How Did We Come to This from The Wild Party (Lippa)

Maybe I Like it This Way from The Wild Party (Lippa)

I Resolve from She Loves Me

There's A World Out There from Little Women (Oler and Hubbard version)

I'll probably add more to this as I think of them.