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𝔥i, i'm mads,,
she/her, 20, intp. Tom Riddle, Jason Todd, almost any character played by Rami Malek, Hayden Christensen and Cillian Murphy. detroit become human, silent hill, hogwarts legacy, until dawn, fnaf. jjk, vanitas, formula 1, the 100, the cruel prince, espresso martini, stranger things, classic literature, dc, fashion. metal, hardcore, mitski, 80s, type o negative.
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“Nothing is of equal value” and it’s just Jason losing fem!reader and begging Bruce to bring her back to life
Nothing is of equal value
Jason Todd, angst, wc: 1k. Not proofread. No use of Y/N. fem!reader.
In which you are dead.
Content warning: suicide.
Jason sat on the ground, or rather, had fallen to his knees in front of Bruce.
Your body hung in his arms. Cold, pale and dead. You were dead.
Jason wasn't crying, no, because he would bring you back to life. He just needed Bruce's help with the Lazarus Pit, because he, alone, could not do it.
He wouldn't risk it.
My heart aches for you
Jason Todd, angst with a happy ending, wc: 2k. No use of Y/N. fem!reader.
You yearn for each other.
Content warning: reader slaps Jason once.
There was a party at Wayne Manor. You were going, but only because your friend, Dick Grayson, forced you.
You walked up the stairs, slowly, because you didn't wear heels that often, and smiled faintly to the man that was taking the coats and jackets.
When you were finally inside, you immediately spotted Dick, and he was alone. Thank God.
He waved you over, and you walked up to him.
"You actually came!" He smiled brightly. His eyes roamed over your face and dress, but not in a disgusting, checking-you-out way.
Waiting and worrying
Jason Todd, fluff and a teeny tiny bit of angst, wc: 1.1k. No use of Y/N.
He's late. Again.
The fucker promised he'd be back home by 4. That was an hour ago.
It always goes like this: "Hey sweetheart, I'm going to patrol for a bit, I'll be back by 4", he'd kiss you goodbye and leave you while you blushed like a damn teenager thinking about their first actual crush, because that was the effect Jason Todd had, but he's never back by 4. You were always so worried, and yet every time he came back home unharmed. You would become mad at him, because he could have at least called, right? And then he would make it up to you the next morning by waking you with the smell of pancakes. Always the same story.
Shit happens
Jason Todd, slight fluff, wc: 825. No use of Y/N.
You didn't want your relationship to be a secret anymore.
You entered the Batcave stumbling, you even knocked something over. You heard a gasp before someone called your name. Tim came rushing over. "T-Tim..." You were bleeding from your left side and leg. The gash in your side wasn't very deep, you thought, but it still bled like a motherfucker.
Tim called for Alfred who was, luckily, in the cave too. Tim asked you what happened as he and Alfred helped you up the stairs. You were too embarrassed to admit that you had gotten into a fight with some junkies to blow off some steam, and because you had acted on emotions they had slashed your side and stabbed your leg, so you answered with an "It's nothing." Neither seemed to believe you, which was understandable with how you gasped in pain.
Jujutsu high's cleaner
Choso Kamo, fluff, wc: 569. No use of Y/N. Cleaner!Reader.
You were both exhausted.
Jujutsu Kaisen didn't clean itself. About a year ago, they hired you to keep the school clean. You were not alone, of course, but you were the only one who also lived there because housing was an absolute disaster. That is, obviously, also how you met Choso, your... whatever he was. You were not official, but you did like him a lot, and he liked you.
You had had a rough day, one of the other cleaners called in sick so you had double as much work to do today. You had quickly showered and put on some comfortable clothes before you plopped down on your bed. You had almost fallen asleep when someone knocked on your door. It was dark outside, all of a sudden. Perhaps you had fallen asleep for a little while.
It wasn't a mistake
Barrage, COD, fluff(?), wc: 743. No use of Y/N. Hacker!Reader.
You disobeyed team orders for good reason.
People were yelling at you. You barely even heard it. You knew you disobeyed a direct team order, so they didn't need to repeat it a thousand times, you knew. You had killed someone when you weren't supposed to and because you were a hacker, not an actual trained soldier, it was a problem. But if you hadn't shot that guy...
"Are you even listening?!" Barrage shouted.
Sleepy and comfortable
Josh Washington, fluff, wc: 659. No use of Y/N.
In which you are his best friend.
It had been a year since Josh's sisters had gone missing. It felt weird to be there, without Hannah and Beth. You had never been very close to them, you were Josh's friend, but it still felt really weird. Jess and Mike had gone off to the little cabin, a five minute walk from the house, Matt and Emily had gone back to get Emily's bag, but were taking suspiciously long, Ash and Chris were God knows where and Sam was taking a bath. That left you and Josh.
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Harry Potter,,
01 Tom Riddle, angst.
01 Abraxas Malfoy, angst.
Games,,
01 Josh Washington, fluff
01 Barrage, COD, fluff(?), hacker!reader
Anime,,
01 Choso Kamo, fluff, cleaner!reader
DC,,
01 Jason Todd, slight fluff.
02 Jason Todd, fluff.
03 Jason Todd, angst.
04 Jason Todd, angst.
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@/honeyluvsw for the divider!
Dirty little secret
Abraxas Malfoy, angst, wc: 1.1k. No use of y/n.
You would never last.
Oh, how had he gone and fallen in love with a mudblood, for fuck's sake!
The first time he had a conversation with you had been in your third year. The both of you had stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas and New Years, neither of you wanting to go home. He thought you were a half blood, which was already bad enough, but not a mudblood! When the holiday ended and everyone came back to school, Nott had asked him why he had sat next to a mudblood at potions. He had looked at him weirdly, then felt disgusted with himself, because he should have known. You weren't even a Slytherin, after all. When you had tried to start a conversation with him again the next day, he simply walked away. He didn't talk to you for the rest of the school year, though he did watch you without anyone noticing.
Fourth year he first bumped into you in the Hogwarts Express. Both still in year normal clothes. Well, you were in muggle clothes, but that wasn't all that important, was it? What was important, was the way you had looked up at him. Like a dog waiting to be hit, even though it had done nothing wrong. He felt so bad for you. His friends would have laughed at him if they saw the way he stared at you, for sure. His mind couldn't form words and you had quickly walked away through the crowd. A few months later you were paired for a project for astronomy. It had been very awkward at first. You thought he hated you, and he thought you hated him. Neither of you did. After you finished the project, you were still somewhat friendly with each other. He held open doors for you when he saw you approach, and you flashed him little smiles when you passed him.
Fifth year, the both of you had been at a secret party at the Hufflepuff common room. Parties like that were rare in 1943, so most students, from fourth year and up, went to it. It had been fun until he had found you crying when he left the common room. You were all alone in a cold, dark corridor. Apparently, a girlfriend of you had kissed the guy you liked. He did not think the situation to be worth your tears but he could smell the alcohol on you. Oh, you looked so very lovely when you cried. He had carefully wrapped an arm around you and sat with you. You began talking after you had calmed down. He had missed talking to you, he really did. And like that, you were friends again. You had agreed to keep the friendship a secret. If his friends ever found out he was friends with a mudb- muggle born, he would be in deep shit. It was the same for you. If your friends ever found out you were friends with that blonde, arrogant, rich prick, it probably wouldn't look good for you either.
In his sixth year he became even closer to you. You would finish your homework together and steal food from the kitchens, when the students and kitchen elves were sleeping. And if you were ever caught it wouldn't matter, he was a prefect after all. Sometimes you would go to the astronomy tower, stargazing or just talking, like you did most of the time. He loved the way your cheeks would redden when he flashed his charming smile. Or when you laughed so hard you had tears running down your cheeks. He loved the way you huddled closer to him when it was cold at the astronomy tower and he could smell your nice muggle perfume. Late nights turned into sneaking around in the day, sharing a quick kiss in an empty classroom or just holding you for a minute between class changes. Even in the summer holiday you wrote each other letters.
Seventh year he had confessed to you. Oh, he loved you so dearly. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him, he thought. That was until he had to return in the winter holiday. His parents had arranged a marriage for him. It was with a girl he knew from when he was younger, when their parents were working and they had to play together to entertain themselves. He had no interest in her, none at all! You were the only person on his mind, forever! When the both of you returned to school after the holidays, you had held him when he cried in your arms in the Room of Requirement. He was so happy you had found that room. Finally somewhere where you could be yourselves without being afraid of being caught. You had no idea why he cried and you hadn't asked him either. He'd tell you when he wanted, and that was true. A few weeks later, he told you. He had to get married to someone. A woman he didn't want. He was yours already. He had cried again, and so had you. Of course, the both of you knew it would never last. He was a Malfoy and you were a muggle born.
You had finished your last school year. On the Express back to London, you had held each other the whole ride. You were together in a compartment and neither of you cared who saw. When the Express was close to London, he kissed you. It was a distraction. He slipped the ring his mother had given him into your small bag. You would never take it from him, he knew that, but he wanted- no, needed you to have it. As a reminder of him. Of his love for you. You left the Hogwarts Express together, hand in hand, both carrying your luggage. He saw the blonde hair of his father through the crowd, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He let go of his stuff and wrapped his arms around you one last time. He kissed you so he could not see your tears, only feel the wetness they left behind. You had wrapped your arms around him. You could hear your parents calling your name but you couldn't let go of Abraxas. He kissed you, one last time. Someone gasped behind him, probably a student from their year. Or ex-student, really. Because they wouldn't go back. They would never go back. You would never see each other again. He kissed you one last time, whispered your name so you'd look up at him as he told you he loved you. He turned and walked over to his father, not ready to go back to his home and plan his wedding next month. He took a deep breath and prayed for the tears to sink away again as he reached his father. He didn't look back at you. And neither did you.
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@/honeyluvsw for the divider!
Not a good bedtime story
Tom Riddle, angst, wc: 890. No use of y/n.
You are better than him.
You were always quiet. Quiet in a way he knew you were listening, but only he knew. You were smart and intelligent, and you picked things up quicker than most. That is why after school, he married you. And yes, perhaps it was very convenient that you were from a pure blood, rich family. You knew about the Knights of Walpurgis. You were there when they turned into the Death Eaters and when more people joined him. You had no idea about the people he had murdered, especially not in school. You had known, but he erased your memories because sometimes, just sometimes, you were too smart for your own good.
About a year after you were married, Tom began to behave differently. Sure, he still wanted to have sex with you, but he didn't touch you like he used to. He wasn't overly affectioned, not at all, but sometimes his fingers used to run over your arm, so light you didn't always notice.
A few years later, you began to disagree with your not so dear husband. He was the heir of Slytherin, of course, but was all this murder… Was it really necessary? But a day after you had an argument with him, you completely understood. You even started to work for him a little. You had even murdered for him, just twice, but still. And you did it all so nicely, you loved working for your dear husband. Tom even seemed to touch you more. It made you so very happy.
One night, you had been drinking wine in the garden room of your mansion. It was beautiful outside, white from the harsh winter. You were already in your pretty nightgown. Tom hadn't come home yet, which wasn't a surprise, and you didn't mind all that much either, though you did miss him a little. You heard something- no, someone behind you. Wind still in your hand, you looked over your shoulder. You shrieked. Behind you wasn't your husband, but multiple people you vaguely recognized. Your wine had fallen as you had jumped up from the couch, and you had reached for the wand in your pocket. You didn't have pockets in your nightgown. You didn't have your wand with you. How terribly stupid of you, Tom would have scolded you for sure. You couldn't jump away when one of the people in your garden room cast a spell on you, you had been thinking too hard about what Tom would have said to you. Suddenly, you didn't feel so happy anymore. Your husband wasn't so very dear anymore, oh no, you hated him. You had killed people for him. Innocent people.
The people in your garden room were people from Hogwarts, people who had known you before you were married to Tom Riddle. When word got out you had killed, not once, but twice, they had known something was wrong. Tom had you under his control for years after that one argument you had. The Imperius Curse. You hadn't known. You couldn't have. You quickly grabbed some stuff and ran away as far as you could. You never saw him again. You hadn't even missed him, even though sometimes his fingers still ran over your arm in your sleep.
That was until tonight. You were back at Hogwarts after more than fifty years. There had been a great battle, a war. Tom stood in the Courtyard with his army, his Death Eaters. The half-giant man carried the boy's body. No! He wasn't supposed to die. But the prophecy… You still believed in it. You were hidden in the crowd as Tom gave a whole speech about a whole lot of nonsense. You barely listened to it. You were too focused on Harry Potter's lifeless body. You heard a gasp when another boy, who you didn't know, held a sword. The good side hadn't given up, but you knew no one would be strong enough to face Tom himself. You hated him, but you could not lie and tell yourself he wasn't powerful. You would face him, you would kill him, just like you should have done all those years ago.
You could see the surprise in his snake like features when you called his name, and pointed your wand at him. It took him a moment too long to point the Elderwand at you, but not too slow. You had a battle. He knew you were smart, but clearly he had underestimated you. Before you were under the Imperius Curse you had found a book of his with all sorts of Dark Magic. There were even spells he had made himself. Could he win from someone who had almost the same knowledge as he had? Could he win from the woman he once looked up to? Even though she was physically older than he was, the answer was no. He couldn't. And so he died when you fired the last spell, the killing curse.
"Avada Kedavra!" Had echoed through the whole Courtyard. He was your third victim, and your last. Apparently, your older body couldn't handle this. Your husband's body disintegrating into dust, blowing away in the wind, is the last thing you see before you join him in death. There, you will be so much more powerful than he ever was, alive and in death.
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god forbid a woman is boring and a low achiever and likes to drink
