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hallowed-be-thy-username · 4 years

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For @nietopesh 💖💕💜 Thank you so much for your request, dear!! I focused mostly on the back story and progression of the relationship with a little fluff thrown in there. I hope its what you were looking for, let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to add or change!!

Self-insert, Ledger Joker x fem reader, romantic relationship

Word count: 1,688 (sooo, um, it got a little long 😂)

Warnings: a little angst, a bit of gore, reflections on a darker past, mentions of murder, enabling criminal activity

Jack

His name is Jack. No one else knows that but you.

Twelve years ago you met him at the bookstore where you worked during the summer before your senior year of high school. He used to watch you from the non-fiction section, his eyes shifting away when yours would wander in his direction. This went on for a couple of weeks. You even started stealing your own glances his way. His head of dark blonde hair always hung in his face, obscuring your view of his features but his eyes drew you in. He never spoke to anyone, keeping to himself at the table in the corner where he sat every afternoon. One night after he left, you saw that he’d been carving notches in the wood on the table’s edge. What the little tick marks meant, you could only guess.

You weren’t sure if he knew that you saw him until one day, you were stocking shelves and turned around to come nearly nose to nose with him. He asked you if you wanted go for a walk in the park nearby. His eyes were even more hypnotic up close. His deep brown irises held you in place, staring into them with your breath washing over his face. His face. He had high cheek bones and a sharp jawline, his prominent brow framing all of it perfectly. You squeaked out an answer. Yes, you’d love to.

Jack never smiled much. It took a long time for him to let you in but you learned about him in bits and pieces. He didn’t have much. No family, no friends, barely a home to live in, Gotham native from The Narrows. He fended for himself, no desire to do or be anything that anyone expected of him. But now he had you. He cared to know more about you than for you to know about him. He often confused you with his questions. Jack is smart.

Your relationship grew more intimate as time went on. He touched you, he let you touch him. He wasn’t used to that sort of contact. But with you, he loved it. His hands memorized your every curve, his fingers idly tracing the shape of you when you laid together on warm summer nights. You swallowed each other up, lost in one another’s skin beneath the stars.

Summer turned to fall and fall into winter, the heat between you to keep you warm. As spring and the promise of graduation approached, Jack started to become distant. You’d encouraged him to go back to school. He stopped going when he was left out on his own at the age of sixteen. Jack didn’t like school. He found it to be boring, he was better at teaching himself everything he needed to know. The prospect of college was on the horizon, the world open to you, and it seemed to eat away at him. Something was dragging him down to some impossible depth where you could barely see him. Those summer nights were too good to last. You were too good to last.

Then he disappeared. With no way of contacting him, you didn’t know what to do. You tried to find him but found only shadows. You willed yourself to forget about him, but you couldn’t. You wanted to be angry with him, but you couldn’t. There was something about Jack Napier that you couldn’t let go of. Ten years went by with you watching and waiting, hoping that he’d come back. You moved on with your life, got your degree from Gotham University, got the job you were hoping for, but that empty space was always there. Until one night when your life took a sharp turn.

You turned the keys in the lock on your apartment door, water dripping from your coat from the rain poring over the city. When you turned on the lights your heart nearly stopped at the sight of a blonde head of hair hanging low on a figure slumped against the kitchen counter. Your bag dropped to the floor and the blonde head rolled to the side to reveal a trail of bright red down the front of their shirt. Your instincts kicked in and you slammed the door shut to drop to your knees in front of them, calling out “are you alright?” and “how did you get here?”. You stopped when a pair of deep brown eyes opened and gazed back at you.

“Jack??”

His face. A freshly healed, jagged scar stretched from the corner of his mouth and into the soft flesh of his left cheek. The right was torn open, the flesh split into a smooth curve up toward his ear. It steadily dripped, clotted blood hanging from it’s edges as he clung to consciousness. Your thoughts ceased and everything was a blur after you helped him up, his arm over your shoulders, to rush him outside where you flagged down a taxi. You talked to him, carefully brushing his hair from of his forehead wet with cold sweat on the way to the hospital where he was taken away on a gurney.

Those were the longest few hours of your life. Spent pacing the waiting room at Gotham General, mind racing with thoughts of where he’d been, what had happened to him, how and why he found you. The blood loss was significant. Transfusion brought the color back to his skin, but the scars may as well have been etched in stone. Now he had two, tugging at the corners of his mouth to form a permanent smile.

You never talked about where they came from or who made them. He had no interest in telling you and you didn’t want to push him. His inside was changing with his outside, his smile wasn’t real and neither was what he showed people. He lied, he manipulated, he tricked. But things were different with you. With you he was eighteen again, stroking your thumb with his own while you held hands and watched the night sky. He was still Jack.

The scars were a part of him now and you made sure that he knew you loved him for him, scars and all. Your relationship took time to grow again but it did. You remember the first time he kissed you with his new face. It brought something out of you that you didn’t know existed, a desire to become a part of the darkness that surrounded him, to hold a special place in the heart of the man with the scars. With his new face came a new name. The Joker.

The wild card. Extremely beneficial or extremely harmful. The persona completed him. He was happier. It gave him something, an added charisma, an invincibility. A coating of ghostly white paint with hollow black rimmed eyes and blood red to highlight his scars ensured no one forgot his face. He used his mind, his intellect, to show them all what he was capable of. He was relentless, garnering a reputation that grew with the body count he left behind over the past year. It didn’t take long for the Gotham underground to know his name and you were with him through it all. His hands had become stained with blood, blood of anyone that stood in his way. But your blood, he’d never spill.

You were his constant, the secret anchor that kept him grounded, the only soul alive that he could come home to. You even had the suit made for him. He’d melded mind and body with his new name and you couldn’t help but adore him for it. Had you enabled him throughout it all? Yes. Did he pull you down into the darkness with him? He did. But you wanted him to. You’d seen the unstoppable force he was to become from the beginning but found yourself wanting nothing more than for your Jack to show the world it’s own ugly reflection.

“D’you remember that day, doll? At the bookstore down on 12th?”

J stayed with you most of the time. You chose a cozy little apartment in the back of the building by the fire escape for a good reason. The Joker couldn’t exactly sign the lease. You kept up your life and your job outside of his criminal dealings but in your time alone together, nothing else mattered. He was yours and you were his.

You looked up from the needle and thread you were using to sew a button back on his coat and answered, “The first time you talked to me? Of course I do.”

“How’s a-bout we take a, uh, little trip down memory lane?” he asked.

Your cheeks stretched into a smile to match his.

The moon was full and high in the sky that night, the bright white light casing soft shadows onto the pavement. You walked with J down the quiet street toward the boarded up bookstore, long since out of business. He lifted you by your waist to grip the ladder on the side of the building and followed you up to the roof, not without a cheeky comment about how nice the view of your ass was while you rolled your eyes, of course.

When you reached the top, you saw a plush pile of blankets laid out in the center of the rooftop with a bottle of wine and two glasses waiting for you. You turned to J with a look of surprise on your face and a deep chuckle came from his chest.

“Didn’t think I’d forget our anniversary, did ya?”

Before you could answer he picked you up to toss you onto his shoulder to carry you to the blankets where he flopped down with you. The sounds of your giggles drowned out his sarcastic questions of “what’s so funny, hm?” and “why are you laughing?” while tickled your sides until you could barely get air in.

You stayed on that rooftop together all night, gazing at the stars just like you used to. To everyone else, he’s the Joker but to you, he’s also Jack.

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triangularjuice · 3 years

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Remember? -A Pokémon Story-

Chapter 12: Memories

The hallways feel endless.

You pass door after door, your heart racing. Your lungs start burning; you won't be able to run for much longer. Your head pounds with every step, and you can feel tears brimming in your eyes. You glance up at the labels on the doors you're passing by.

Lounge.

Office 31.

Lab 28.

Infirmary.

Storage.

All the doors have keycard locks on them, so you don't bother to stop and try to open any. Instead, you just push yourself forward. There's no one around. The only sound is the squeak of your shoes against the tile floor. You turn one last corner and quickly come to a stop. You've reached a dead end. Too fatigued to turn back, you slump against the wall. You pull your legs up and wrap your arms around them, burying your head in your knees. You breathe heavily, body aching, while your thoughts race in your head.

'If only I could remember,' you think, frustrated. You screw your eyes shut, once again digging to remember anything. You focus on the things you have remembered, but still nothing new comes to mind. You groan loudly and lean your head back against the wall, growing angrier and angrier at your failed attempts to find your hidden memories. You know you can find them. You can feel it. It's like they're tucked away in a box, locked up.

And all you need is the key.

You furrow your eyebrows, recalling what you learned about Xurkitree. More specifically, you think of how Xurkitree held you captive for nearly two years, trying to "fuse" with you, or whatever. Its attempts overloaded your body with electricity. That's where your memories were cut off.

'If electricity was a factor in my memories being lost, then maybe it can help me find them,' you think to yourself, a plan hatching in your mind. You look down at your hands, focusing on the pulse of electricity in your body. It's faint, but you can still feel it. You clench your fists, straining to bring the electric power up to your fingers. You can feel the tingling sensation in your veins. It gets to be too much, and you groan as you open your fists, muscles loosening.

'I can do this,' you tell yourself as you shift and hold your hands out once more. Closing your eyes, you reach out for that buzzing in your veins. You can feel it growing in your body, and you focus on sending the currents to your hands. You open your eyes and see your trembling hands glowing slightly. You push harder, forcing more electricity to your fingers, and with one last hard breath, your hands shine brightly with sharp sparks, illuminating the darkened corner you're occupying.

Your eyes widen at the sight. Electricity is bouncing between your fingertips, jumping through your skin and into the air, and then back to your hand. You refocus your attention on your plan and swallow thickly. Your heart races as you nervously bring your hands up to your head.

'It's only going to be a small shock,' you remind yourself, 'that's it. Nothing dangerous.'

You poke your pointer fingers out and bring them closer to your temples. You can feel the sparks jump around in your closed palm, making their way up to your extended finger and out into the air.

You take one last deep breath, feeling the heat coming off your hands, and bring your fingers to your temples. A sharp jolt of pain passes through your head and down through your body. You feel all your muscles tense up, locking in place. A sudden darkness swims up from the back of your mind, taking over your senses. You unwillingly let it take over, and unconsciousness takes you from the physical world.

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You feel dizzy, and your body slightly aches. Opening your eyes, you see that there's nothing around you, and you can't move, almost like your body is paralyzed. It stays like that for a few moments until everything around you suddenly comes alive. The darkness turns into a blinding white, like someone flipped on a light switch. You squint as your eyes adjust, and the area around you begins to change. A sharp pain jolts through your skull. You want to bring your hand up to clutch your aching head, but you still can't move.

You watch as your surroundings transform, colors swirling and objects materializing. A desk appears, along with a bookcase, a dresser, and a bed. The details of the room start forming, and you realize this isn't just any bedroom.

It's your bedroom.

This is your bedroom from back home. Back home in Kalos. In Lumiose City. Your heart skips a beat as it comes flooding back to you. You don't feel pain anymore. You feel as if your body changed, like it got smaller. You start walking around, picking up random toys, but you're not the one controlling your body. You can feel and see yourself moving, but you're not the one doing it. It's almost as if...

...

...as if you're watching your own memory.

You watch from your younger self's perspective as you go around your room, doing random things. You guess you were around 7 here, and after a few more moments, it melts away to reveal another memory.

Swirls of green and blue materialize into a little backyard. There are trees surrounding you, creating a little sanctuary away from the big city. It's raining hard, but you find yourself outside playing with a Luxio. You feel yourself throw a ball, and you watch as young Cato chases after it, landing in a pile of mud. Your younger self laughs as the rain picks up, thunder rolling in the distance. A warm sensation blossoms in your heart, and you smile. This was only a year or two before you were taken.

"(Y/N) Sycamore! You better get out of that rain right now or your father will be angrier than a Gyarados!" an assistant yells, poking her head out the door. You feel yourself groan and head back towards the door.

"Look at you two! You're soaked and covered in mud!" she complains. "Go get washed up, and try not to let your dad see you like this." Your hearts hurts, but before you can dwell on it for too long, the memory changes once again.

Colors of gray and black come together to form a dark hallway, and your tiny body is making its way down it. You must've been really little in this memory, because you don't really recognize it. You stop before a tall door and watch your chubby arm quietly push it open. Tiptoeing in, your eyes land upon a very tall frame facing away from you. The man is wearing a dark shirt and dark pants, and has black, curly hair. He's face down in a book, and is mumbling quietly to himself. Your breath hitches in your throat, but your old self keeps moving forward. When you get close enough, you feel your small self lunge forward and latch onto the man's leg.

"Gotcha!" you hear your child voice say, trying to scare him. You can feel the man tense up and lift his leg, but then he relaxes when he realizes that it's you.

"You scared me, ma chérie!" he says. Your heart drops when you hear his voice.

"I've been practicing, Daddy," your little self says as your dad picks you up, and you finally look to his face. He has a bright smile, and his gray eyes gaze at you with a look of pure adoration.

"Well, you're as sneaky as a Purrloin, mon coeur," he says as he brings your tiny body tight against his. Your little arms wrap around his neck, latching onto some of his black curls. You notice your surroundings start to fade, ready to change to another memory, and you panic.

'No! Don't go! Please don't go!' you scream internally at no one in particular, frantically trying to keep reliving this memory. It doesn't work. A new memory takes its place, but they start speeding up. Your memories start going faster and faster, until it gets to the point where it's all just a blur in front of you, yet you can still feel all the emotion coming from each one.

You're speechless as you watch your memories playing before you.

Your life is literally flashing before your eyes.

Then, in the blink of an eye, everything disappears. A few moments pass before your head swims, feeling as if the world was just pulled out from under you. Everything spins and your entire body aches, but you're finally thrown back into consciousness.

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You can feel someone's hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you. Your eyes fly open and you jolt upright, breathing heavily.

"Hey, hey, calm down. It's okay," a voice says. You focus your attention and see Professor Kukui in front of you, along with Pikachu sitting on Cato's back to your left. Ash and Burnet stand behind Kukui, looking down at you with worried faces.

"What happened?" Kukui asks, and you look up at him with wide eyes. Trying to think of the best way to explain what just happened, you swallow thickly.

You open your mouth and just let the words fall out:

"I remember."

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Chapter 13: Lumiose

#pokemon #pokemon x reader #professor sycamore #professor kukui #professor burnet #ash ketchum #professor sycamore x daughter!reader #dad!sycamore

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spidey-d00d · 5 years

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I've Got You [Peter Parker x Reader] One Shot

“I got you. It’s going to be okay, I promise. Please you’re going to be fine”

Warnings; Near death, pain, fighting, kinda sad not gonna lie

A/N; This took me 10 years to write but I hope its ok! I have another come either sometime during this week or end of this week. Anyways, let me know what you think!

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“This is going to be dangerous. We all know it, but it needs to be done for the safety of the people in Queens. This is the home of one of our own too, so we make sure we help them and get the job done as soon as possible.” Steve blabbled on the same thing he had been all week. Everyone was prepared and knew what was about to take place, you all knew something bad was going to happen during this mission. You could just feel it, and that is why Steve keeps repeating his same speech over and over again.

You stared off into space, but your eyes focusing on the glass wall behind Steve who was in front of the conference room. Thinking about all of the things that could go wrong, the people you could possibly lose. You were still young, just 20 years old. That is barely anything, you have barley lived, but this is what you signed up for when joining the team. You knew what was to come. You understood the risks you would have to face on a daily basis.

You didn’t want to think about losing the one person who was important to you. He was everything that kept you, well you. He was your rock in everything. Losing your parents and not having family, helping you from your mental stability, to training, to any paperwork that you struggled on. He was there no matter what.

Snapping back to reality, the group was dismissed with 20 minutes to collect your things and meet back together to start the mission. No one said a thing to each other, knowing everyone was considering the factors to this mission. Going to your designated room, you started getting clothes, both mission and everyday clothes just in case. You never know what is going to happen even if everything is planned out to the minute. It could all change in an instant. You took one last glance at the picture that resides on your nightstand.

It was of you and Peter, on one of the biggest nights of your lives, the day you were announced as Avengers. After, well everything on Titan, and the rest of the planet, when Tony half-assed put you two on the team, and five years later after everything was better in the world and you and Peter came back from being dusted and stuck in a world with Strange and Shuri, they had a real press conference to reveal the team in a whole, new and original.

You debated on if you would take the picture, before catching yourself. ‘I will be back to see this picture. No doubt about it, because I am me, and these are the Avengers. Everyone is going to be okay and come out of this fine.’ Deciding not to add the wooden frame to the bag, it was zipped up and thrown by the entrance to your room, before you did one last sweep to make sure nothing would be left behind.

You were trying not to psych yourself out because that would just lead to issues, but you couldn’t help it, something was bound to happen. Everyone knew it, but they tried to ignore it.

Life was about to get a lot more complicated, a lot more than anyone thought.

Coming back into the view of others, you knocked the last person out in your block.

The team had split up onto different blocks to get done with the agents of the other side faster. It was tough, but without them knowing where you were, it was a little less pressure.

Over the intercoms, you could hear many people struggling. You didn’t realize how many people Hydra had under their belt but you did now.

Running to the nearest person, who happened to be Natasha, you turned yourself invisible at will so they wouldn’t see you coming. Someone had Nat pinned down on the ground, so you ran up, wrapping your arms around his neck, choking him and pulling the body off of hers.

She was confused at first, before remembering your powers. You two fought side by side before clearing her block in a matter of minutes.

You were getting tired and weak, and so was everyone else. This is a fight like no other. They never stop coming, from every direction, they just started multiplying.

Soon, all of the Avengers were in one area, backs pressed against each other, staring at the impenetrable circle of enemies forming around everyone. Somehow, like a magnet, your hand found his. The ones that hold you tight when you needed someone there, and the ones that always ran themselves through your hair. They were covered by a thin material of red and baclk stripes, but you could still feel the warmth. It comforted you just a little, knowing he was there.

It was quiet from the group of Avengers, all assessing everything going on in surrounding areas. Knowing what was about to go down, Peter turned to you, slowly.

“I-I love you, and I need you to stay safe, okay? I can’t lose you, not today, not ever. So you stay safe and you don’t get hurt alright?” He said as fast as possible. You knew he was nervous because he was rambling, but this was not the time.

“I will be safe Parker, if you promise me you will come out of this without a scratch or Aunt May will have Cap’s ass. I love you too.” You tried to make light of the situation, and held up your pinky.

He held up his pinky, intertwining the red fabriced pinky to your bare one, both of you leaning in to kiss your thumbs, something you two had been doing for a while to seal the promise.

Not long after, the circle was closing in, and you started getting more worried each step the otherside took.

Soon, you had no choice but to fight. All you did was throw punches and try and not get hit. Punch after punch, and kick after kick, it seemed to never end. You were far past exhausted but there was no room for error because it wasn’t only your life on the line, but also the citizens of Queens.

You were one push away from being knocked onto the ground, but you couldn't let that happen. You were going to finish this fight even if it was the last thing you do.

All of a sudden, a new feeling in your body was occurring. You had never felt this before, but it felt like a wave of energy was flowing through your body and it was building up so fast you didn’t have enough time to process anything before it was released.

It felt like fire in your veins, burning every inch of your body as you screamed in agony. You don’t know what the wave of energy did, because after it left your body, you fell onto the ground. Barely breathing, you were starting to fall in and out of consciousness. You could see blobs of color but other than that, you weren’t seeing much.

In a matter of seconds, there were many heads above your face. You couldn’t make out who it was, but you felt someone lifting your head onto their lap. As they kept brushing your hair away from your face, you knew it was Peter, you could just tell. There was a lot of people talking but you focused in on his voice and only his voice.

“I got you. It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay. You promised Y/N. You’re going to fine!” He started getting louder, something that happens when he is starting to get worked up. “I know it hurts, but you need to stay awake. Keep your eyes open for me okay? Keep looking at me!” He continued, trying anything he can to keep you awake.

Everything hurt, it hurt so bad and you knew that closing your eyes and going to sleep would take the pain away but Peter kept keeping you awake. It was quite annoying, but you knew it was for the better. Fighting sleep, you focused on the blob of red above you. He hasn’t taken his mask off yet. Odd.

Suddenly, you were being picked up and someone started moving you. Groaning in pain, they started picking up the pace.

You could remember much after that, but the next thing you knew, you were in a comfy bed. Your eyes were closed, so there was probably some sort of time difference from the last thing you remember.

Slowly opening your sensitive eyes to see the bright room, you winced because it burned. You could hear rustling coming closer to you, but you focused on opening your eyes still.

Soon enough, you fully opened the,, and were met with Bruce, Tony, Cap, and Nat standing over you.

“Wh-what happened?” You cleared your hurting throat.

“You released some sort of burst of energy, that wiped everything out for blocks and blocks. How did you do it?” Bruce was fascinated in your random outburst.

“I don’t know, honestly all I remember was being tired from fighting, and then the next thing I know, its like a fire in my veins, and then pain, a lot of pain.” You tried focusing on the past events but not a lot was coming to mind.

“Why don’t we give her a little bit to wake up some more before we bombard her with a thousand questions okay?” Natasha tried to push the three boys out of the room. “Feel better Y/N/N [Your Nickname] “Thanks” You let out quietly, slightly smiling her way.

They left the room and you started to look around, turning to see a very broken looking Peter in the seat next to you. His eyes were red and swollen from crying, nose red and stains from where his tears repeatedly trailed down his face. You had never seen him like this since… well ever.

“Pete..” You let out quietly.

“I thought I lost you. You promised, you promised that you were going to be safe and not get hurt.” He let out very quickly, all in one breath.

“I didn’t know that I could do that, I swear, and I'm here now, I’m okay now.” You tried showing him you were okay by sitting up, but it sent an excruciating pain up your spine. You groaned and fell back onto the bed, and Peter was up in an instant.

“Are you okay?” He let out frantically, but you just nodded, squeezing your eyes shut for a moment until the pain passed.

“Im fine” You let out with a breath after the pain passed.

“Now come here please.” You moved, to your best ability without hurting so he could lay on the bed with you.

Climbing in next you, he put one arm behind your neck and pulled you close to him. Laying your head on his chest, you smiled, knowing he was real and really there. You weren’t dead and everyone was now okay, the mission was over and you weren’t, so all was good at the moment.

“ I love you Parker.” You grinned.

“Even though you scare the shit out of me most of the time, I love you too.” You could hear him smiling.

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