So we’ve all seen the dcxdp fics where Danny accidentally kills the joker with a punch
But I want to see team phantom kill the joker on purpose.
Or at the very least help the bats catch him
I can image Tucker hacking into the batcave/clock tower and leave Oracle or Red Robin a tip about Jokers latest kidnapping plot.
I want to see Dani and Danny stalking observing the joker and accidentally ruin his plot and broadcast his location to Nightwing.
Imagine a team up between Jazz and Jason working together to interrogate any joker goons and Jason passes the information along to Batman and Robin
Ivy teaming up with Sam to get revenge because of all the abusing he did to Harley.
Even better all the ghost of the people that joker have killed being asked by High King Phantom if they want justice and the ghost completely storming his warehouses
Just a thought, but if anyone wants to use this, just tag me :)))
I don't know if you accept application but please yandare lover x reader where reader is married and yandere is "the other".
This is bit of a short one, I’m so sorry! I’ve been playing this new game called WutheringWaves and I’ve been grinding for six hours already. 😭
Yandere Lover x you
Rated 18 + — mature short content !
Synopsis: You’re already married— well stuck in one. Your relationship turns for the worst, but thankfully there is a more-than-nice neighbor across the street.
He’s had his eye on you when he moved into the quiet neighborhood, and unbeknownst to him, he never thought it would lead him to having blood on his hands.
He went door to door, being gracious and polite while he introduced himself to his neighbors. He’s been wanting to live in a tight-knit community, and his last residence was quite… horrible? The loud music, constant partying, and it was his fault for living near a college. He sighed as he walked up the white steps, his hand forming a fist and he knocked on your door.
When he first saw you, you took his breath away. You reached out to shake his hand, and he had to hold himself back from kissing it right there and then. He was hoping you would be single, but then he saw your partner come down the stairs.
Your partner isn’t a good person. He would know that. He could see how to tense up around him, how easily you got annoyed, and he could tell that your relationship was on the rocks. There was no love between you as you two wished him farewell, and he walked back to his house with the cookies you handed him. He took a bite of the treat—his tongue tasting the icing on top.
He came over often. Especially when you and your spouse had an argument, and he watched from his house when your partner got into their car and drove away. Every step to your house felt right, it was like he was on the pathway to your heart, and also to your legs. He’s not gonna call you “easy.” But a couple flirtatious words and banter, and you were already pressing him against the wall to kiss him. He kissed you back with eagerness, his hand gripping your hair, and the other one trailed down to grope your ass.
You led him to the bedroom, your hand already have pulled down his pants so he followed you with his cock out. It stood straight up for you, and you pushed him down onto the bed. He watched you straddle him and the rest was history.
He jumped out of the bed after cuddling with you, his hair sticking to his face because of the sweat, and he quickly put his clothes on as he heard the front door slam. He gave you one last kiss before he had to crawl out of your window, and now he was on your roof. He stood still, not wanting to get caught by your significant other as they busted through your bedroom. He could hear you two bickering and he tiptoed off your roof before he hopped down onto the ground. He trips because of his damn pants falling down, and he groaned as he scraped his knee.
He tells himself that will be the last time he fucks around with a married person.
So, he’ll try to convince you to divorce your partner.
You were in his car that was parked at an empty lot, and his hand was already caressing your thigh. He knew you were the one for him. While he loves and cherish every fleeting moment, and quick hookups, he wants to be with you for life.
“You don’t even like them anymore? Right?” Your lover asked, his voice was strained, and he was so upset that you didn’t look at him.
“What’s wrong with me? I’m actually here for you every night, and when they scream and break your heart— I’m there!”
“I’m always there! I’m here for you.”
He leaned in closer, his lips quickly kissing yours as if he was scared that you’ll slip through his fingers. “What’s with the change of heart?”
“All of a sudden you’re gonna toss me to the side??”
You never said anything that night. You decided to just sleep with him one last time before you try to fix your marriage. He saw how you were out of it, not because he fucked you so well, but because you were thinking. And he didn’t like that you had other people on your mind.
He grew tense as he saw you hold hands with your partner. You two were working on your relationship, actually meeting with a counselor, and he sat in his car to see if it was successful or not. And to his surprise…you two started to kiss and when you pulled back— your “lover” saw the shimmer in your eyes. That’s how you used to look at him, you used to look at him like that whenever you came, and you looked at him like that when you tried to convince him to sleep with you again and again and again. Those cute pouty lips, and the fluttering of the eyelashes— are reserved for just him and him only.
He started to devise a plan. He wrote down the times your partner left for work, when they came back, where they frequently went too, and who is in their immediate circle. So far they are a total dud that does next to nothing. Great.
He huffed as he’s been following your partner for hours. All they have been doing is texting on their phone and walking around aimlessly.
Fuck they are boring. What did you even see in them to lock them down?
Finally they came to a stop, probably flying off a quick email again, and all is a sudden he heard creaking. It sounded like it came from above. He slowly looked up to see an AC unit that was installed in the window, and his eyes widened as he saw it be pushed out. He managed to dodge the attack, and the machine breaks apart as it landed on your partners head. Their skull cracked right open, and the body laid flat onto the ground.
He panicked, looking around to see if anyone saw what happened, and he took a couple steps back. He saw the blood seep out, and shit he didn’t want to be seen with a dead body of all things!
He turned around and ran.
And guess who was comforting you at the funeral? He was. He had to hide his smug smile as you cried on his shoulder, he said some comforting words in your ear, and he rubbed your back soothingly. He felt a sense of triumph as he passed the casket.
It’s not like he could’ve saved your significant other. It’s not like he had time to push them away. It wasn’t like he was the one that threw it at them.
Right?
Allure: Lol im gonna go back to playing games and suffering while studying! see yall later!
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Hey everyone! Happy Wednesday and happy Let's Hug Day. My latest fic is out! It is the tenth part of my "Aphra's Sapphic Escapade Through the Stars." Here's the fic summary to pique your interest:
Chelli and Apta continue their journey across the universe, traveling to Earth Mach II so they can check on Rouge Redstar. They unexpectedly come across two fierce women, Kei and Yuri. At first, they battle one another, whether in space, or on the ground. As time goes on, the women decide that fighting is not worth it, and they decide to be more friendly instead. The accidental murder that they are all party to, however, will have ramifications none of them could ever expect...
This post overrides my previously pinned post. This fic brings together characters from Star Wars (Doctor Aphra), She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (Entrapta and Emily), Dirty Pair (Kei, Yuri, Nanmo, and Mughi), and some minor characters, in a wild crossover. This can be read fandom-blind. Certainly, if you know some of these fandoms, or characters, that would make reading it more enjoyable.
Otherwise, this teen and up fic has crack-fic and space opera elements, space flight, original characters, crash landings, mentions of androids and team RWBY, accidental murder, girls with guns/blasters/pistols/railguns, tanks, minor character death, set in 1970s (June 1971), robots, robosexuality, female friendship, developing friendships, queer themes and characters, lgbtq+ themes and characters, and canon lesbian character.
This fic is about 4.3k words, complete with references to Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, disaster lesbians, and much more.
Like always, comments and concrit are fully, and completely, welcome. I hope you all enjoy this fic.
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Summary: It was a matter of time before Jaskier had to kill. He's not taking it well.
Warnings: Accidental murder, blood & injury
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Jaskier felt the moment the knife sunk into flesh. Knew the moment the blood coated his hand, thick and uncomfortably warm and absolutely ruining his coat in the process, that he'd done something irreversible.
It hadn't been a conscious decision. The damned soldier took advantage of the chaos to corner Jaskier, it was all he could do to scramble for the nearest hitt-y, stabb-y thing and swing it wildly. How was he to know it'd be the knife a fallen body was holding?
So now here he was, with the weight of a struggling, gasping corpse-to-be atop him. With a great shove he managed to roll away, scrambling to his feet and staring back at the mess he'd made like a great tragedy he could scarcely tear his gaze from. The man— the man he'd just killed — choked for a moment longer, blood bubbling from his lips, then fell still.
Jaskier met his eyes just as the soul drained from them. Glassy, empty shock staring right through him.
"Jaskier!" Geralt's voice reached his ears through some distant haze, unbelievably strong arm around his waist before he even knew he'd buckled. His body felt heavy; neck-deep in sludge. He still couldn't tear his gaze away.
"I… d-didn't-.." He couldn't get the words out. What was he even thinking? Even his thoughts felt coated in sludge. Or perhaps coated in blood. This wasn't him— it wasn't what he was built for. He was just a bard, this… this wasn't meant to happen.
"Jaskier." Yennefer's voice, this time. Unbelievably soft hands cupping his face, forcing him to look at her, putting herself between him and the body— no, the man he had killed. The person. "You did what you had to. It will mean nothing if we don't get out of here."
Her gaze was equally stern and concerned, parting the blood from his face just enough that his eyes could water. Jaskier's mouth was dry, but he nodded blankly, letting them guide him stumbling away from the battlefield. It seemed his fellows had cleared this wave — though he could hear horses in the distance, drawing ever-closer.
They found an isolated copse of trees by a river, sat him down on a fallen log. Jaskier could hear them scurrying about, making sure they were secure and offloading what little gear they had. No fire yet: not until they were sure they were clear. Jaskier could hear his mind registering it all like ticking off a list. Automatic. Detached.
He couldn't get that man's face from his mind. He had to have a name. A family. Home to go back to. Just like anyone else. Did he send letters home to a lover or child; just detailed enough that they knew the horrors he was seeing, just vague enough they'd not know the worst of it? Did they wait for word night after night that he was alive? Now that word would never come. This man, no matter his crimes, had a name and a life and a story Jaskier had just snuffed out without even thinking.
He only registered his hands were held when cool water began to soothe them. Jaskier blinked down at Yennefer, watching her methodically clean the blood from his skin. He almost wanted to stop her. The evidence needed to stay. He needed to see what he'd done. Everybody did.
"I know what you're thinking," Geralt's voice came from beside him, "Don't torture yourself. He made his choices and you had none."
"I had every choice." Jaskier's voice didn't sound like his own, thick and dull.
"Fight back, or die," Yennefer muttered, "That's the choice you had. As insufferable as you can be, I think a lot of people will be pleased to hear what you chose."
"At the end of it all, he will be found and honoured," Geralt added gruffly, "Do you think they would offer you the same treatment?"
Jaskier could scarcely scrape a thought together to counter that, much as he wanted to. He fell silent again, watching the blood disappear from his hands even as the feeling of it remained.
"Hey," she hummed once she was done, her hand lifting to brush a tear from his cheek, "Try to put it out of your mind, bard. Easier said than done, I know, but… the load becomes lighter over time."
Jaskier didn't respond. He didn't think it should get lighter. If this was the weight they had to live with as fighters he was more certain than ever that he wanted no part of it.
He scarcely slept, that night. Even when Geralt and Yennefer no doubt heard him sob and moved closer to wrap themselves around him like a child having nightmares. There was no song on his tongue that could soothe this ache. No consolation prize. Just glassy eyes behind his own, and the heavy silence thick with blood.
Silence filled the room, broken only by the crackling fire and labored breaths.
“Merlin…This isn’t good..” Ron whispered, “This-this is really bad. Harry!” He grabbed a hold of Harry’s arm and shook it, as if he was oblivious to the fact of the situation.
“Really?” the boy replied sarcastically. “What gave it away, the fire or the corpse?” Ron slapped Harry’s arm, but still his eyes never left Tom Riddle’s body.
Catatonic Hermoine sat beside the boys. Before the encounter, she had tried to keep track of every worse-case scenario and plan to back it up. Somehow, it had never even crossed her mind that this would happen.
“I don’t have a plan…” Her voice sounded steady, but the boys could tell from her face that she was anything but. “I… I can’t think of anything worse than this. Getting expelled seems like child’s play right now…” At the last part, Harry let out an inappropriate laugh, earning a sharp glare from Hermoine.
“Don’t mean to ruin the current tranquility…” This time both Hermoine and Harry sent a glare towards Ron. “But…” He gulped audibly. “The fires spreading..” And true to his word, it was. Harry’s heart skipped a beat as Malfoy’s hair care potions went up in flames. If the dorm fire didn’t kill them, surely Abraxas would finish the job.
“Oh, my god…We’re all going to Azkaban.” It only hit him now. If they were locked up, Malfoy wouldn’t have time to get to him. “Why would you think confronting Riddle during break was a good idea?”
“What!” Hermoine screeched. “It was Ron’s idea! Why are you blaming me?!” They pushed out of the common room portrait with haste. Thankful that the halls were empty.
You should have stopped us!” Harry knew now wasn’t the time to fight. But he had to get rid of his left over adrenaline somehow. It was just as much his fault as it was hers…actually it was probably more his fault.
“Oh, I’m sorry if my thinking was affected after being sent back in time!She pulled boys’ empty classroom dungeons.
“What if we pin the blame on someone else? Get away Scott free!” Ron suggested, but the mania in his voice was too high for them to take it with any seriousness.
“Don’t be stupid Ronald! Only Riddle, Harry and I stayed over during Christmas break. We’d be first suspects!” It then became apparent to both Hermoine and Ron that Harry looked like he was gonna puke.
“I can’t believe it, a cutting curse took Voldemort down…” Hermoine put her hand on his shoulder in concern, but he shrugged it off and instead grabbed her by the shoulders. “A cutting curse Hermoine! Snapes stupid fucking cutting curse! I killed someone!” He fell to his knees, bringing Hermoine with him. She froze for a second before gathering him into her arms.
There were no tears in his eyes, but still his body shook, grabbing the girl’s robes with strength, eyes squeezed shut. Ron kneeled down next to them, putting his hand on Harry’s back.
“It’s not your fault.” He whispered, even though from every perspective, it kind of was. “And we all contributed, if I didn’t push him, or if Hermoine didn’t use Incendio to get him off you. You’re not alone in this.” Harry didn’t respond, but after a minute, his shoulders stopped shaking, so Ron took it as a win.
“We’ll figure this out, even if we have to go back to camping out in the woods, moving from place to place.” Hermoine pulled Ron into their hug. “We’re all in this together.”
