Summary - Y/N is a Mother of two. She’s a proud Mother to a ten-year-old son named Andrew and her eight-year-old Daughter Jessica. Ever since the World broke down and the death of her fiancé Y/N has been on her own struggling to keep the remainder of her family alive. As the three travel a deserted road, a brave determined Sargent and his team step in and save her and her children from danger. What happens when Y/N and Abraham get close and experience the ups and downs of the broken world?
Pairings - Abraham Ford X Y/N Dixon + Reader’s children
WordCount - 3,192
Warnings - Strong Language, Violence, Death
The sun blistered down on the three lonely despite people. Y/N and her two young children took step after agonising step. Y/N would do anything if it meant they could stop. Her back ached with each step as it reminded her of the amount of weight she carried on her back. The rucksack carried things like clothes, scraps of food they still had and medicine. Whenever Y/N could she stopped to see if she could find anything that might be useful to her family. Two assault rifles were slung over her shoulder as well two pistols on her hip and two knives slipped into the belt she had made personally. Safety was her priority, she refused to lose any more members of her family.
Y/N watched her ten-year-old son Andrew observe the road ahead his pistol held up at all times. They had many disagreements about him carrying a gun. To her she was still her baby, she was meant to be the only one who carried such a dangerous weapon. Before the apocalypse started, she would have never let her son even touch a gun before he was the age of eighteen. Yet she had no choice. The world was more dangerous than it had ever been. If people weren’t attempting to kill other people in desperation than it was almost guaranteed that a walker was lurking in the shadows waiting to pounce. So she let Andrew carry a pistol as well as a knife. They weren’t just any normal knife or pistol they once belonged to his Father so he knew that he had to treat them with the utmost respect. He was the man now. But no matter what he always had to listen to Y/N.
Y/N’s eight-year-old Daughter, Jessica twisted and turned her head in many directions terrified of the woods. Jessica knew that walkers often roamed around in the woods searching for their next meal or something to kill. Jessica never used to be terrified of the woods but ever since the apocalypse started, the woods suddenly became more terrifying. So she stuck to her Mother like superglue just waiting for the inevitable.
“Momma, can we stop for some water?” Jessica pleaded as Y/N turned her head to look down at her momentarily.
“We can’t stop right now honey. But you can have some water. Turn round and I’ll get it out for ya, okay?” Jessica halted as Y/N unzipped her Disney Princess Rucksack. While she slipped the bottle out of rucksack her eyes were fixed on Andrew making sure he didn’t leave her sight. The moment the rucksack was zipped back up they were walking again.
“Mum! There’s a car!” Andrew’s alert began Y/N’s search for what her son had discovered and he was right. Not too far up ahead was a white four-door family car. Everyone seemed more alert as they picked up their feet beginning to get closer and closer to their location.
“It looks trashed!” Y/N’s hand gripped hold of Jessica’s as they began a slow jog towards the car. Y/N dropped her rucksack onto the ground as she began to check out the car to see what kind of condition it was in. For the world they lived in, the car was actually clean minus some rubbish. But rubbish had become like gold to them. Rubbish meant the possibility of supplies.
“At least this one has no dead bodies in it.” Andrew commentated as he pulled open the passenger door.
“The question is why was it left? Jessica, honey, how about ya check through those bags in the back. Andrew pop the trunk and check in their while I look over the hood and see what we’re dealin’ with.” Y/N had known very little about cars before and she was no expert now but she knew the basics to get a car running.
The car looked in pretty decent shape there was just one tiny problem. It had no gas and the chances of finding a gas station around with any gas were little to impossible. They had once again been screwed. Kicking the tire of the car she pushed the hood down wondering what she was going to do now. Jax would have known what to do, he always did and now she was stuck here in a world that was fucked with no idea how she was going to find them a safe place to stay or food.
“Mum look out!” Andrew’s voice broke her through train as she grabbed hold of her knife out of her belt and swung it around stabbing the walker straight in the head.
“Am I not allowed five fuckin’ minutes to think? Before one of ya dead fuckers come along and attempt to kill ma family.” Glancing up she noticed there were at least six more.
“Andy get in the car close the doors and let me handle this.” Andrew hesitated but he knew that look in his Mother’s eyes. As quick as he could, he closed the trunk, swiftly running around to close every other possible door and grabbing hold of the rucksack before locking himself and his sister in the car. All the while Y/N stood there waiting for the Walkers to approach as they did Y/N sprung into action almost as if it were a dance she knew all too well. One by one she took down the walkers stabbing them or throwing punches causing a bloody mess all over her and the road but in that moment she didn’t care. She was angry at the world for bringing her into a predicament without her family to help her. Instead, her son carried a gun and would gladly die to protect herself and her sister. It was not right.
The moment it came down to the last walker, she smiled up at what used to a man.
“I’m really sorry about this. But ya picked the wrong day to cross ma path.” Punching the Walker in the face, she began the onslaught of punches before she grabbed one of the assault rifles slamming the walker in the head over and over again gradually turning the Walkers face into a bloody mess before destroying it completely. She wouldn’t have stopped but she heard something. Something that made her blood run cold yet sparked her with hope.
A truck heading in their direction.
A piercing scream broke Y/N’s concentration. Y/N’s head turned swiftly to the right. Another two Walkers had appeared and were now attempting to break into the car. Y/N quickly moved around the car stabbing them in the head. She heard the truck come to an abrupt stop. Standing in front of the trunk of the car, she braced herself. She had no idea what was coming out of the Army truck. But she knew her mission. To protect her children at all costs.
“Enjoy the show assholes” Suddenly both of the doors open as three people exited the truck. Two men and one woman. The women appeared to be fairly lean, her hair tied up in pigtails. The man with the darker hair appeared to be absolutely terrified. Yet the ginger-haired man, tall bulky build, military haircut dressed in a grey vest and camouflage trousers oozed confidence and authority.
“You’ve got a pretty big mouth on ya.” The tall ginger man spoke deeply trying to make Y/N submit. Y/N had never submitted to a man and she was not about to start now.
“Well can ya blame me. Ya just watched me kill two walkers.” Y/N retorted quickly.
“So other than your big mouth, what else you got?” Y/N up at the man trying to get her bearings with the man. There was certainly something about him but she didn’t know what.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.” The women stepped towards the car and Y/N quickly met her step.
“Ya go near this car again and I’ll stick a bullet in ya.” The women raised an eyebrow at her before she attempting to get past her but Y/N was ready for her. Her pistol was out aiming at the women.
“I warned ya. Ya stay away from that car or I’ll blow your brains out.” The dark haired man pointed towards the car and Y/N watched him intently. following his finger towards the car window. He knows. He can see Jessica and Andrew. The man whispered to the tall ginger haired man.
“Rosita back off. She ain’t playin’ she’ll kill ya” The ginger-haired man sighed running his hand over his moustache. Y/N watched as the women who she now knew was named Rosita backed off and slowly Y/N felt as if she was a safe enough distance to lower her pistol.
“Why do we have to back off? She might have things we need”
“You wanna go against a Momma bear protecting her cubs? That’s for someone who has a death wish. Which we do not. I apologise for the hostilities Honey we don’t mean you or your cubs any harm. My names Abraham, this here’s Eugene and that’s Rosita.” Y/N wasn’t happy still. For all she knew this could have been a trap yet there was a feeling buried deep in her conscious that believed that perhaps these people might be good people.
“Y/N.” Abraham took a step forward, his eyes fluctuated between Y/N‘s body looking for her reaction. He knew exactly what she was going through her head. By the looks of it she had been on her own for a while. There were patches of dirt all over her face. Her plaid shirt was covered in blood as well as her trousers. She looked pretty beat up.
“Eugene go grab a rag so she can clean up a little. Ya got any spare clothes?” Y/N nodded, signalling to the car.
“Alright. I understand your concern for your children’s lives and your own. You have every right. But you have my word, none of us are going to hurt you and if you would like we’d be more than happy to let you tag along with us? Does the car work?” Y/N examined Abraham before running her hand through her hair. She knew she could trust him. She didn’t know why but she just felt it.
“No gas. I placed my kids in the car when a small heard came through. Once I got rid of them, your truck was coming through and I was debating whether or not to shoot you. Of course two more thought they’d try and attack ma kids and then here we are.”
“Looks like we’ve got a badass on our hands. I like that. Here’s what we‘re going to do, we’re going to get your supplies and the little ones safely onto the truck and then you can get those clothes off and into something less revolting and then we will have a chat” Y/N walked around towards the passenger door, opening it up. Andrew was clearly on edge with everything that was happening. Jessica was petrified.
“Momma are they good people?” Jessica asked as you smiled softly.
“Abraham seems nice enough. So what’s going to happen is, I’m going to get you and your brother loaded up into the truck, while I change and then I’ll be right with ya.“
“I’m not giving up my gun.” Andrew nearly yelled. Y/N sent him a stern look.
“Nobody is asking ya too. Have I ever told ya how much ya remind me of ya Uncle Merle when you say stuff like that.” Andrew smiled sheepishly before he slowly opened up the door stepping out of the car. Y/N followed suit, helping Jessica get out of the car before grabbing the rucksack and opening it up rummaging through it to find a clean set of clothes. Buried deep inside the rucksack Y/N discovered her spare clothes, throwing them onto the trunk. She tore off a piece of her shirt before moving it to wrap it around a nearby tree before carving a small message.
“What are you doing?” Eugune questioned.
“She’s leaving signs for Uncle Daryl and Uncle Merle.” Andrew stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Why?”
“Because she knows that if anyone will find us it’s them, best trackers in the world they are.” Andrew gleamed the thought of his Uncle’s. To him they were the coolest people in the world. He knew that his Uncle Merle had his flaws but to him he was deep down one of the greatest people he would ever know.
“Alright let’s get you two settled up in the truck.” Abraham lead the way, however. Jessica was reluctant.
“Go ahead honey, I am right here, ya need anything all ya have to do is call okay?” Jessica reluctantly nodded before getting into the truck.
“I am warning ya if ya harm my kids I’ll kill ya.” Abraham held his arms up in defence.
“You’re just gonna have to learn to trust us.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N slipped back into the car so she could change. She slipped on her vest top and camouflage shirt, she felt comfortable as she changed her socks giving her feet a fresh feel before lacing her boots back up and stepping out of the car throwing her now torn shirt to the side. She kept the jeans, if she could find a creak or something she might be able to get them clean. Rolling them up, she brought them out with her.
Abraham passed her a rag giving her the time to clean over her face and her hands. She felt like herself.
“Your carriage awaits” Y/N followed them into the truck still unsure of what meeting these people would bring her and her children.
A couple of days passed, driving towards New York. Eugene, Rosita and Abraham appeared to be good people. Eugene was shy and incredibly intelligent, he was a scientist who had the cure. Rosita was the toughest woman Y/N had ever seen, she was strong, an excellent fighter. She could stand on her own two feet against anyone. Abraham was arguably the most difficult to read out of the entire group. He was head-strong, argumentative, arrogant and volatile. But every time she watched him she had this feeling that there was more to him than what he put on the table.
One night, Abraham was driving and he asked you to sit in the passenger seat while he drove. Jessica and Andrew were fast asleep alongside Eugene and Rosita. Y/N sat up at the front her boots off resting her head on the back of her chair.
“You’ve been pretty impressive the past couple of days. Got me wonderin’ where ya learnt those skills.” Y/N glanced up towards Abraham pulling the necklace off of her neck opening up the small trinket.
“There’s me thinking ya were gonna ask what my favourite colour was. I learnt my hunting and tracking from ma brother Daryl. My shootin’ was thanks to ma brother Merle. My ability to think quickly came from my fiancé Jax. He was a military man like yourself.”
“You don’t have to talk about it but where is your fiancé?” Y/N looked down at the picture that laid in her hands within the small trinket.
“I have no idea. One day he went out to see if he could grab some supplies. He’d been a little longer than usual but I didn’t worry bout it. He came back a little later. Covered in blood. I thought it was nothin’ perhaps he’d killed a few walkers but when I pulled off his shirt a chunk had been taken out of his arm. I knew what that meant and so did he. Do ya know what that crazy son of a bitch did? He wrapped his arm up in a bandage so the kids didn’t see and he began loading up the car with food and supplies. He told the kids they were gonna see my brothers for a while. He made sure they had everythin‘ Jessica’s teddy bear, Andrew’s comic books. He made sure they were okay and then lead me to the gun cabinet and gave me every weapon we had in the house. Every last bullet. Everything he thought we would need? I knew he was getting weaker. He got us all in the car, kissed the kids and myself and went back into the house, just like I was going to my brothers on a regular day. I know I should have killed him. But I couldn’t. Not him.” Y/N felt a gentle hands on hers, looking up her eyes met Abraham’s.
“You did the right thing. You got your pups out of there and because of you, they are here still alive. Don’t blame yourself for doing what needed to be done.” Abraham kept his hand on the young woman's hand Never had he met a woman so dominate before? She knew what she had to do and how to do it. She could handle herself and manage to keep an eye on her pups at the same time. Abraham never used to believe that Wonder Woman existed but he was beginning to think perhaps he was wrong.
“Perhaps your right, it still doesn’t make me feel any less guilty. So what about you?” Abraham sighed that was one thing he never spoke about it. Heck, he’d been with Rosita and Eugene for months and he hadn’t said a word. Yet this woman walks into his world and he feels like he can open up to her. What the fuck was going on? It didn’t settle right with him. Yet at the same time, it did. Abraham had finally lost it.
“We’ve got similar stories, except the world, decided to fuck me up real hard. I lost my wife and my children. I’ve got nothin’ let to lose.” Y/N took hold of Abraham’s hand tightly.
“Ya know ya don’t have to be tough around me right? Ma brothers attempted to be tough asses all their lives. Thinkin’ if they went around the place pretendin’ that shit didn’t go down then I wouldn’t see any of it. I saw every last thing. Albeit Merle was better at hiding things than Daryl. Then again Merle had plenty of shit he needed to hide. What I was meanin was I can see through these tough ass personas.” Abraham laughed and so did Y/N, attempting to keep it down so they didn’t wake anyone up.
“Your really somethin’ Darlin’ you know that?
“Been told that a few times. Does that mean we get to stay travellin’ with ya?” Abraham raised an eyebrow at her. Even when she was threatening them several days ago, he knew that he wouldn’t get rid of her and the pups. No way in hell.
“I haven’t got much of a choice now do I?”
“No way in hell.” Abraham focused back on the road with a smug smile on his face. He was about to be in for one hell of a ride and for once in this dicked earth he was looking forward to it.
I have fallen in love with this piece I’ve been writing for you guys. I think I’m finally getting my mojo back.
In-case you’re wondering I wanted to write something before I went in to write either Betrayal Part 4 or Ward Part 2 (I’ve been thinking about writing the Ward Next and possibly giving you Betrayal Part 4 in November/December time. If people want it done the other way around let me know.
If you’re wondering about this new fic. It’s about a character and a fandom I’ve never written about before. It’s also making really think about dialogue. Also It is highly likely that it will be a multi part fic. If you’re curious I’ll leave a clue below. If anyone guesses' it I’ll reveal the character
Hey lovelies! This is a heads up that I am going to be coming out with a new Fic really soon. It’s for a fandom I’ve never written for as well as a character I’ve never written before. I really hope you guys enjoy it because it might be a New Series that will run along side The Ward and Betrayal.
1: “ Give me a chance. ”
2: “ Not you again.. ”
3: “ Leave me alone. ”
4: “ I don’t love you anymore. ”
5: “ Why do you hate me? ”
6: “ I lost the baby. ”
7: “ I thought you loved me. ”
8: “ I don’t need you anymore. ”
9:“ I can’t believe you! ”
10: “ We cant keep this up forever. ”
11: “ You’re a monster. ”
12: “ I hate you. ”
13: “ Don’t leave me… ”
14: “ You’re a disappointment. ”
15: “ Don’t die on me– Please. ”
16: “ I never meant to hurt you. ”
17: “ Are you upset with me? ”
18: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
19: “ I’m going to kill you! ”
20: “ Please don’t hurt me like this. ”
21: “ Thanks for nothing. ”
22: “ Dont call this number again. “
23: “ Why did you spare me? ”
24: “ You need to leave. ”
25: “ I’m sick. ”
26: “ I’m dying. ”
27: “ I wish i’d never met you. ”
28: “ I thought we were family!”
29: “ There was never an us. ”
30: “ So that’s it? It’s over? ”
31: “ I fucked up. ”
32: “ I came to say goodbye. ”
33:“ He’s dead because of you. ”
34: “ I don’t deserve to be loved. ”
35: “ About the baby… Its yours. ”
Love:
36: “ I’m so in love with you. ”
37: “ Dance with me! ”
38: “ Isn’t this amazing? ”
39: “ I wish we could stay like this forever. ”
40: “ Will you marry me? ”
41: “ I’m pregnant. ”
42: “ I need a hug. ”
43: “ You’re special to me. ”
44: “ I’m going to keep you safe. ”
45: “ Do you trust me? ”
46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”
47: “ You’re cute when you’re angry. ”
48: “ I’ve liked you for awhile now. ”
49: “ Lets have a baby. ”
50: “ We’d make such a cute couple. ”
51: “ I want to take care of you. ”
52: “ Can we cuddle? ”
53: “ It’s lonely here without you. ”
54: “ I can’t stand the thought of loosing you. ”
55: “ Shut up and kiss me already. ”
56: “ Are you flirting with me? ”
57: “ Is that my shirt? ”
58: “ How did we get here? ”
59: “ You own my heart. ”
60: “ You’d be a great dad. ”
61: “ You’d be a great mom. ”
62: “ I want to protect you. ”
63: “ Whats the matter? ”
64: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
65: “ Did you do something different with your hair? ”
66: “ Is that a new perfume? ”
67: “ Stop being so cute. ”
68: “ You’re making me blush! ”
69: “ You’re teasing me again… ”
70: “ This is why I fell in love with you. ”
71: “ You’re the best! ”
72: “ They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”
73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”
74: “ Of course I remembered! ”
75: “ You’re one hell of a girl. ”
76: “ You’re one hell of a guy. ”
77: “ Are you jealous? ”
78: “ Hold me and never let me go. ”
79: “ Stop hogging all the blankets! ”
80: “ Lets run away together. ”
General:
90: “ Catch me if you can! ”
91: “ I’m fine. ”
92: “ Are you drunk? ”
93: “ Are you high? ”
94: “ We cant go in there… ”
95: “ Give it back! ”
96: “ Well this is just great. ”
97: “ Don’t touch me. ”
98: “ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”
99: “ This was fun— Lets do it again sometime!”
100: “ I didn’t do it! ”
101: “ I did it… ”
102: “ I don’t remember that! ”
103: “ Well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”
104: “ Get that thing away from me! ”
105: “ You owe me. ”
106: “ Do you believe in aliens? ”
107: “ Do you believe in ghosts? ”
108: “ Are you hitting on me? ”
109: “ Why are you naked? ”
110: “ You did what?! ”
111: “ You have… Superpowers? ”
112: “ Why are you bleeding? ”
113: “ Where did all these puppies come from?”
114: “ Don’t make me come over there myself! ”
115: “ That wasn’t funny. ”
116: “ This tastes horrible. ”
117: “ This is delicious! ”
118: “ Are you mad at me? ”
119: “ Stop ignoring me… ”
120: “ I love that show too! ”
121: “ Can I borrow that book of yours?”
122: “ Lets blow this joint. ”
123: “ Let me help you with that. ”
124: “ Take that back! ”
125: “ Wanna go see a movie with me? ”
126: “ No way, that’s so lame. ”
127: “ What are you listening to? ”
128: “ I brought you your coffee. ”
129: “ Don’t fuck this up. ”
130: “ Run! ”
131: “ Lets run away together. ”
132: “ I haven’t slept in four days… ”
133: “ Your turn to do the dishes. ”
134: “ Was I really that drunk? ”
135: “ Was I really that stoned? ”
136: “Give me back my phone! ”
137: “ You’re an asshole. ”
138: “ Are you cold? ”
139: “ This place gives me the creeps. ”
140: “ I swear my house is haunted. ”
141: “ Did you hear that? ”
142: “ It’s just your imagination. ”
143: “ Just how stupid do you think I am? ”
144: “ Stop being such a baby. ”
145: “ Go back to bed. ”
146: “ Are you okay? ”
147: “ I can take care of myself just fine.”
148: “ Thanks for helping me back there. ”
149: “ Since when have we ever been friends? ”
150: “ What on earth are you wearing? ”
151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”
152: “ Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”
153: “ Put me down! ”
154: “ There’s only one bed… ”
155: “ It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”
156: “ How did I loose it? ”
157: “ I read your diary. ”
158: “ This is awkward. ”
159: “ Didn’t you read the sign? ”
160: “ Do you think you can teach me that? ”
Below is NSFW prompts.
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Sexual:
161: “ Bite me. ”
162: “ Make me. ”
163: “ Fuck me. ”
164: “ Stop teasing me so much… ”
165: “ Do you like it when I touch you like that?”
166: “ Okay.. This is new. ”
167: “ Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”
168: “ You’re in trouble now. ”
169: “ What a pretty sight. ”
170: “ Bend over. ”
171: “ On your knees. ”
172: “ The food looks great but.. There’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”
173: “ Lay back. ”
174: “ Take off your clothes. ”
175: “ Well, fine; just this once. ”
176: “ I’m waiting. ”
177: “ You’re so beautiful. ”
178:“ As you wish. ”
179: “ First one to make a noise looses.”
180: “ You have no idea what you do to me. ”
181: “ If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”
182: “ Ive wanted this for so long. ”
183: “ Car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”
184: “ Can I touch you? ”
185: “ Open up. ”
186: “ No strings attached. ”
187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”
188: “ Mine. ”
189: “ The nights still young. ”
190: “ We cant do that here! ”
191: “ Behave. ”
192:“ What did you just say? ”
193: “ Good girl. ”
194: “ Good boy. ”
195: “ Come here. ”
Hey everyone I am taking Drabble requests from all sections of this prompt list! Hopefully I’ll be able to post these Daily so please send me some drabble requests!
Hey everyone, it’s been a really long time since I’ve been on this account. I was just wondering if anyone was still interested in me posting fics on here.
Warning: Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff Smut, Oral Sex (You receiving), Self-Doubts (You and Ed), Slight Angst/Comfort, “Words in italics” - Ed’s darker half is speaking
I started following this girl and her whole dash ended up these. And her last post. I can’t even say words. Anons took her life. If that okay with you, then carry on with your day. If you agree this is unacceptable and okay, then reblog and spread the word. What you say can actually change a persons life! So help out
I don’t care if this makes your dash look ‘ugly’, no matter what type of blog you have you should reblog it.
Summary - So an imagine about Jerome Valeska or the penguin about them not feeling good enough for the reader after seeing the reader with someone traditionally attractive and getting kinda emotional about it in the second person pov, please?
WordCount - 1,934
Warnings - Angst, Insecure Jerome, self-conscious Jerome, scar hatred, murder, blood, mentions of a mental breakdown, swearing, implied sex.
A/N - After seeing images of a disfigured Jerome, I felt like this would be the perfect time to do this request. I’m considering doing this request with the other members of Gotham or maybe some other fandom’s if you’re interesting please let me know…
Jerome followed the familiar route towards your house. Some of his new entourage tried to argue with him. “You have more priorities than your partner. They probably moved on! You’ve been dead far too long!” One had voiced, they ended up with a bullet in their skull. The other’s followed behind silently after that. Why he needed to have groupies follow him when he was going to a perfectly safe location confused him. They were already leeching to every word he spoke.
Arriving towards the steps of your house, Jerome turned around swiftly, annoyance in his eyes.
“I do not want an audience while I reunite with my beloved. So leave!” Jerome snapped, before jogging up the stairs, he knocked on the door, wrapping the thin cloth he was wearing around himself tightly. Hearing the faint sounds of the door being unlocked, as the door swung open. He watched your beautiful mouth drop open.He was very intent on reuniting his lips with your perfectly soft ones any moment now.
“Not again! Please, J, leave I know you’re not real! Stop! I can’t cope with seeing you when I know you’re not coming back! It’s driving me insane!” You screamed, gripping your hair tightly. Huh, not the reaction Jerome was hoping for. Then again Jerome didn’t know what exactly to believe, he had been dead for months and now suddenly he was alive once more. Jerome stood back before debating for a few moments, he certainly wasn’t expecting a negative reaction. He wanted a positive one full of laughter, and happy tears, kissing…maybe a little more than kissing.
“Dollface you were already insane when you agreed to go on that date with me, but I am really alive. Touch me.” You were a crying mess, you couldn’t take seeing him standing there anymore, every time you tried to learn out to feel Jerome’s natural glowing warmth he disappeared, like smoke. You just couldn’t cope. Not without him, he was everything you had and without him, you had nothing, no friends or family. Reluctantly, your shaky hand leant out to touch Jerome, knowing he would just disappear, yet when your hand laid flat onto his chest, he didn’t disappear or vanish, he just stood there. Jerome observed as you very carefully began to walk closer towards him. Your hand gently sliding up from his chest to his neck, your fingertips brushing his jawline causing Jerome to shiver. He had missed your touches, he craved your touches.
“J” You whispered, as your whole hand moved slowly up his face, admiring how his face felt against your hand so familiar yet so different.
“Dollface.” Tears were streaming down your face, before you finally gave into your thoughts, closing the gap between you two. Jerome wrapped his arm around you tightly, while never had never cared about anything. You were the only exception. Jerome buried his head into your neck, inhaling as much of your sweet scent as he could.
“You’re alive.” Jerome listened to your sweet whisper, he knew you weren’t going to believe that he was very much standing in your doorway. How could he convince you? A light bulb popped above Jerome’s head as he thought about the perfect way to convince you he was alive.
“I am doll, now I’m going to show just how alive I am.” Jerome swept you into his arms and lead you towards the bedroom. If this didn’t convince you he was alive then he didn’t know what would…
Jerome lay out of breath, while he tried to regain himself, he stroked your hand softly as you kissed his chest. He had to make sure you were convinced that he was alive and he truly believed he had stopped you from thinking his was an illusion.
“I am never going to stop touching you now, you do realise this? I don’t want you to suddenly disappear.” You mumbled as Jerome pulled you closer towards him. Jerome lived a crazy lifestyle, with what happened with Maniax and the Theo Galavan, yet when he was laying with you in moments like this everything was calm.
“I’m going to suddenly disappear, but you can touch me as much as you like. Everyone needs to know exactly who you belong too. Speaking of my possessions, I have several people waiting outside, ready to bow down to my every will. Because I am about to take what’s rightfully mine. I am going to cause chaos and destruction and nobody is going to know what to do. Gotham will be grumbling. I will get the last laugh! My point is, doll I want you to come with me and rule by my side.” You looked up at Jerome as he looked down at you, a smile on your face.
“I’m not leaving your side ever again. Beside’s it’s time Gotham get’s a new King” Jerome pulled the covers back, displaying his naked glory, your eyes wondered admiring how beautiful Jerome really was.
“You don’t happen to have any of my clothes still because there was no way I am putting that thing back on” You got up, not ashamed to show your naked body to Jerome as you rummaged through your drawers, you managed to find some of Jerome’s old clothes before handing to him. He smiled.
Summary - Can you write a Joker imagine where he kidnaps Y/N cause he loves her and keeps her locked up waiting for her to start loving him and he makes y/n kiss him a lot but y/n tells him she won’t and he’s actually really sad? You can choose the ending to this.
Pairing - Joker X Female Reader
WordCount - 2,007
Requested by - Anon
Warnings - Kidnapping and Death.
Coughing, Y/N eyes fluttered open the coldness of the concrete floor becoming apparent as she sat up her eyes analysing the room, four concrete walls completely bare minus the one barricaded window. How did I get here? What happened? Why don’t I remember anything? I was off to go to dinner with some old school friends and then nothing? All of the thoughts fluttered around like a collection of birds. Y/N struggled to get up, her head spun like she had been sitting on a chair that been spun a few hundred times.
“Ha. Ha. Ha looks like my sleeping beauty is finally awake, it’s alright my sweet. Nothing is going to hurt you anymore” Y/N eyes darted to the man in the door, the long purple coat and trousers, the green of his waistcoat and the lilac on his shirt, the white face paint, the blackened eyes and the red lipstick that covered way past the boundaries of his lips…. The Joker. One of Gotham’s most notorious criminals. Y/N backed up against the wall as she slid down it, quivering in fear.
“W-What…do…you…want…from…me?” Y/N quivered, Joker wasn’t shocked by her reaction but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt. The Joker had been watching Y/N for nearly a year and a half, over the course of that time Joker had fallen for the young woman, her beauty, her charismatic personality, she also had a wonderful sense of humour. Y/N was everything that the Joker wasn’t and that fascinated him.
“Want from you? Oh, I don’t want anything from you. Have you ever got yourself into one of those crazy situations where you don’t quite know what to do? Well, I guess there is something you could do. Why don’t you give your knight in shining armour a kiss?
“N-No” Joker crouched down just a few feet from her.
“Well, I guess then sweetheart, you’re not going to be able to leave this room until you change your mind. I’ll come in and check on you soon.” With that Joker left the room, he didn’t want to do but if Y/N insisted on playing this the hard way then so it had to be. Y/N would fall in love wth him eventually it was only a matter of time.
Days passed. Weeks passed. Months passed. Every few hours the Joker could come in with the exact request.for Y/N to kiss him. She refused each and every time, at first he would come back at her with a smart comment, then leave but eventually, he said nothing.
Y/N sat day in and day out surrounded by nothing but her thoughts. The Joker confused you, you expected him to lash out, to hit you. Yet, he did nothing. He just came in asked for a kiss and then left. Perhaps he wasn’t so bad, Y/H thought Sure he was a mastermind criminal and one of Batman’s arch nemeses but he had never done anything bad to me. There was always a certain look in the Joker’s eyes that she could never work out. Almost like sadness. Y/N looked at the mark she had made on the wall. Any moment now the Joker would be walking into the room. Y/N looked around the room, she can’t remember the last time she’s had a bath or changed her clothes or been remotely warm. Y/N had enough. Y/N raised from her spot on the floor, beginning to pace back and fourth, stretching out her aching and weak legs, acknowledging that the Joker would be coming to visit her soon.
The Joker had been busy, he had tried locking his beloved up for months and nothing was working. The Joker had never met a woman so strong willed before. So the Joker had sit back and think about his neck move. He had spent the last couple of days preparing a little surprise for Y/N, this was the most he had ever done for someone in his entire life. One of his goons who had purposely instructed to go and get Y/N’s favourite shampoo, conditioner, soap, even down to the moisturiser that Y/N wore. The Joker had written him at list down to the specifics and yet the bag contained nothing that he asked for. The Joker was furious.
“How hard was it to follow a list!? Are you trying to mess with my beloved, my girl? Step out of the room.” As soon as the man was out of the room, Joker lifted his gun, pulling the trigger, the man dropped dead instantly.
“Now will someone go and get these for me! Get rid of him, I’m going to see my beauty and this all better be done by the time I bring her here!” Joker stormed away, was it so difficult to find decent men these days who knew how to follow instructions.
Joker stopped when he came to to the room he was keeping Y/N in, he could hear footsteps going back and fourth, at least he knew she was awake. He unlocked the door, pulling the door open, Y/N stopped.
“Hello beautiful, it’s nice to see you up and about today.” Joker began to take steps towards Y/N, normally she backed away cowered in fear, she flinched but she didn’t back away.
“Today beauty we’re going to be doing things a little differently because I have a little surprise for you, would you like a hint?” Joker closed the remainder of the gap, taking hold of her soft face in his rough callused hands. Y/N nodded,.still saying a word.
“You’re finally leaving this room.” Joker noticed the light in Y/N’s eyes appear, it reminded him of the woman he had fallen in love with. Joker gave the men the time he believed it would take, walking behind Y/N, he stepped forward his chest resting against your back.
“I forgot to get a blindfold so were going to have to do this old school.” Joker covered Y/N’s eyes as he very slowly and cautiously began walking out of the room, he held her in. Joker was aware that Y/N’s legs would be weak, he kept her steady when finally he arrived at the location. He sent the men who were waiting away with a menacing glare if they dared to disobey him now, he would make them pay later and the consequences would be terrifying for them. Once they were out of sight, Joker let his hand fall from Y/N’s face.
“Ta da, do you like?” Y/N was perplexed as she stepped deeper into the room, there was a massive double bed in the middle of the room, with bedside tables and a lamp, Y/N jumped back in shock as she felt the warmth, fluffy rug underneath her feet. There was a wardrobe against the wall, Y/N slowly pulled back the doors to see it filled with fresh clothing that appeared to be in her size on one side and there were a few purple jackets, pants and shirts on the other. A surge of excitement filled her as she moved towards the chest of drawers, there were underwear and socks for her too.
“Why don’t you open up the door on the other side?” Y/N walked to the other side, pushing open the door, there was a bathroom a bath, sink, cupboards and a toilet, Y/N had never been excited by indoor plumbing before, she turned her body to notice Joker standing in the doorway, he had been watching her every move, he hadn’t expected her to launch herself at him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. It took a moment for Joker to register what was going on, once he did he wrapped his arms around her tightly.
When she pulled away, Joker didn’t want to leave her but he still had some errands to run for today.
“You are aware that you will not be sharing this alone.” Y/N nodded, the brightness in her eyes saying it all.
“Unfortunately, I’ve got some stuff to do, why don’t you relax, have a bath, change your clothes, explore this room a little more. I’ll be back later,” Joker turned to leave when he felt someone grab his hand.
“Thank you.” Y/N voiced and he smiled.
“Anything for you beauty.” With that Joker turned and headed out of the door.
That was how the Joker’s and Y/N relationship went, little by little Y/N grew closer towards him despite this every time Joker tried to kiss him she would back away, refusing to kiss him. Joker was bewildered, what more did he have to do? Did his scars terrify her, maybe that was it? Maybe Y/N was horrified to feel his scar-ridden face against her?
Joker was out, able to rob another rich crime lord, he wanted to get Y/N yet another present. Joker was upset that Y/N didn’t want to kiss him after everything he had done. Why had he fallen in love with her in the first place?
Something had gone wrong, Joker had gotten injured, shot twice. He ordered the men to take him back to the warehouse he was staying, take him back to Y/N, who he knew would have been sleeping by now and she previously had been until the commotion woke her up.
At first, Y/N believed that Joker had come back from whatever he had been doing, celebrating the success of another perfect hit, but something felt off even to her. Pulling back to covers, Y/N got out of bed, wrapping a dressing gown around her waist before slowly exiting the room and descending the stairs following the noise. She stopped short when you noticed the Joker lying on the table. The man gathered around him, not doing or saying anything. She ran towards the table, gasping when she noticed two bullet holes in Joker’s chest. Why was nobody doing anything?
“J…can you hear me?…Don’t just stand there! Someone go get a first aid box and some alcohol….Now!” The men were shocked never had a woman spoken to them like that before, yet the knew better than to disagree with her. Y/N put both of hands either side of Joker’s face.
“J, can you hear me…you’ve gotta wake up.” The men returned with the first aid box and the alcohol, Y/N began to analyse Joker’s bullet holes, undoing his shirt tearing it off, the bullet’s had gone straight through lucky enough, so Y/N began to clean his words.
“I knew you were destined to take off my clothes.” Joker’s voice broke Y/N’s concentration as she looked into his brown eyes.
“J,” Joker observed Y/N’s eyes welled up Joker sat up ignoring her demands to lay down so she could finish. Joker got down from the table before he pulled Y/N into an embrace, she cupped his face gently, there were no words for her to say, she used to hate him for keeping her trapped and then she realised that he had never hurt her and gone out of the way to make her feel comfortable. Y/N slid her hand towards the back of his neck pulling him towards her, their lips finally met, soft and delicate at first, Joker’s arms closed around her as the kiss deepened Y/N’s hands moving to Joker’s hair, tugging gently, it wasn’t until Joker winced in pain did the two have to pull away.
“You finally kissed me, that’s what I’ve got to do get shot.” Y/N looked at Joker with a raised eyebrow.
“No, not anymore.” She replied as she kissed Joker once again before pulling away.
“Let’s get you patched up and then upstairs because I want to kiss you more.” After all of his hard work, it had finally worked. Joker displayed a human side to him that nobody else got to see. Joker wasn’t cruel or mean to Y/N, he was kind and loving and while everywhere in Gotham City people would never believe it, it was true.
There would always be the untold passionate and corrupt story of the Joker found his beauty and that tale would be known as Beauty and the Clown…
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