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Thin White Lies

🕸 AU: spiderman!mark, blackcat!mc

🕸 Word Count: 0.5k

🕸 Inspired by the Spiderman DLC The Heist and the song Thin White Lies by 5SOS

“Everything was a complete lie?”

“Lie,” a dry chuckle crawls from my stained lips, claws scraping against the vault lock. Muffled banging resonates within the wall, the reinforced steel vibrating with every hit he lands to break free. “Such a harsh word. I prefer intentional misdirection.”

“What happened to you going straight? Leaving the criminal life behind? We’ve come so far together!”

“Don’t act so disappointed. You should’ve seen this coming,” I croon. Black cats bring bad luck wherever they go. Wherever I go, the Maggia is quick to follow. I just wish he didn’t have to get involved. But Kingpin gave me a choice. And I’ll always put my wants above all else. “ You can’t save everyone, hero. No matter how hard you try. Sear that into your pretty little head, yeah?”

Silence overtakes the other side. Cold metal presses against my ear, my body digging into the safe door to catch any sort of sound. A puff of air releases from his mouth, barely perceptible. His cheeks and nose are probably scrunching in frustration like a lion cub. I’ll miss that cute habit of his.

“So, what?” Defeat festers in his tone, a duller, softer thud landing on the iron frame, “I was just a toy in your game of cat and mouse?”

Flashes of white hot shame spike up all along my chest. My hand constricts, nearly shattering the maneki neko cradled in my palm. Midnight black repainted pure white. Funny, how it’s wide friendly eyes resemble his.

The internal beacon of the figurine activates once it’s settled on the ground. This should camouflage him from Kingpin’s sensors should his men do a last minute sweep of the penthouse.

“If it makes you feel better, Spidey, you’ve always been my favorite.”

Slight tingling runs across my wrist, a tiny spider weaving in and out of my fingers. The arachnid draws a web, lowering itself onto the outstretched paw of the neko. Leftover wisps dangling from my hand dance in the night breeze like ghosts. Each thin white line so delicate, yet so strong; capable of mending collapsing buildings or flinging my spider in the air to take flight.

“Please, kitty,” Mark strains, voice watery, eyes a glossy nebula behind the mask.

God, why does he have to be so good? Dealing with men like Kingpin or Hammerhead should’ve made him the least bit bitter. He thinks I betrayed him. He should hate me with everything he’s got.

But he doesn’t. Mark Parker doesn’t have it in him. If I can’t make him hate, I can definitely make him hurt.

“....Did you ever love me?” He asks, broken.

To: Det. Yuta Watanabi NYPD

I have ur spider. 127 N. Central Ave. Tech District. Vault opens automatically in 2 hours, no need 4 theatrics.

“No.”

The device chirps in confirmation of the message being sent the same time a sob rips from behind the door. Blood dribbles from my gloves, claws digging into my palm to distract from my heart slicing into ribbons.

Yes, I love you dearly, spider.

That’s why I have to play the villain one last time.

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~•Ride•~

AU: outlaw!ateez | Pairing: character x reader | Warning: ahhhhhhhh we all going to hell, smut, bondage, dom/sub tones, dirty talk, language, unprotected sex (wrap that willy before you get silly), a sprinkle of knife play, slight choking, degradation if you squint, mind-rotting fluff shawty give me whip-whiplash | Rating: 18++++ | Word Count: 1.2k of pure filth

I imagined wonderland era mullet!san and like I surprised myself with this one I had to stop multiple times to take breaks because it was just too much and I even made myself blush ahhhh

Also the oc!reader for San’s storyline is a gunslinger named Armistice Adams, I’m still working on her introduction but I just wanted to release this already.

also uhhh please don’t read this in my voice ok enjoy :)

The gunslinger peered down at her crimson lover, hair mussed and already fucked out from their heavy petting, lips shining with gloss and begging to be bitten. She could hear him, serpentine tongue slithering into her ear and soft whispers of eat me, you know you want to invaded the recesses of her mind. His black jacket was already unbuttoned, chest heaving and abs tensing with every scrape of her nails against his skin.

“I liked seeing you tied up earlier.” He traced one of his prized knives up the threads that held her shirt together, teasingly weaving it among the strings and pulling it loose, cotton shroud coming undone. “When you were completely at my mercy and just begging to be fucked with those wide eyes of yours.”

“Oh you mean when I had to play damsel to lure out our prey? I dare say Mr. Chisholm I quite enjoyed it too, but right now it seems like you're cutting me loose,” she giggled, squeezing her things together that were wrapped around his slim waist. He just gave her a wolfish grin as he slipped the covering off her shoulders, fingertips ghosting down her shoulder.

“We made off with the score because the bastard couldn’t help himself but be drawn to our helpless little temptress. Don’t worry pretty, you’ll be bound again soon enough,” he simpered, sprinkling tiny pecks along the valley of her breasts, bodies leisurely undulating against each other like the tides.

The blade, not yet done, traveled south and cut through the fabric of her lacy bloomers like butter as she gasped. San used the tip of the knife to pull back the trim and he let out a groan at the sight of her glistening cunt; slick with want and waiting to be satiated. “Oh, look at you,” he pushed the cheek of the knife directly to her sex, “already so wet, you’re practically dripping.” He collected her honey before pulling away, hips lifting up to desperately chase after the little sting of rapture. Her apparent desperation made him chuckle as his tongue darted out to lap at the heady essence, moaning when he tasted heaven. Brown sugar whiskey and peaches.

“Taste yourself.” He brought the knife up to her mouth but she swiped it out of his hand, sending it to embed itself in the wall as she surged forward, shoving her wet muscle into his mouth. San’s dulcet murmurs were swallowed as she sucked up her nectar from his tongue, grinding her core against the rough material of his pants. He fumbled with his belt, shucking it off before binding the gunslinger’s hands behind her back; the scratchy leather nipping into her wrists with the most painful pleasure.

He teased the tip of his member against her engorged clit, drawing throaty moans as the woman nibbled on the freckles that adorned San’s neck; biting down hard when he slipped in. “So tight,” he hissed, voice trailing off in a breathy whine as he shallowly thrusted up inside her. “And you’re so big,” she purred back, nipping his jaw.

He planted a kiss before he pushed her up. “Ride me.” The order was hushed but firm, and the change of position nudged his cock even deeper inside her, sweet little mewls leaving her parted petal lips. Even as he started moving, impatience setting in and fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as he increased his pace, she remained still. Using all of her weight and pushing on his knees she pinned his lower half to the bed, interrupting his building melody to slowly rock back and forth, languid sensual bass in her movements.

“Come on, you can do better than that,” he goaded, the anguished way in which he bucked his hips betraying his haughty front.

The hidden plea fell on deaf ears as she smiled coyly, “I am the one on top, sir. And by the way you’re keening under me like a bitch in heat makes me wonder if I’m the one that should be called Snake Charmer.”

He grabbed her chin, command prickling off of him with the jest that pierced his ego. “I wanted to see what would happen if I let you take the reins. But it seems to me like you’re asking for a punishment. Is that what you want?” He taunted, taking the bait that trickled so delectable set on the trap.

“I want you to fuck me, claim me, tell everyone here in this godforsaken desert I’m yours,” she sneered through pouted lips, not hesitating to make know her ravenous desires.

She was suddenly flipped onto her stomach, a hand wrapped around her neck, the other around her chained wrists she was plastered to San’s chest. “Such a filthy slut asking to be used when she’s tied up. Show them you’re mine sweetness, say my name,” he growled in her ear, setting a bruising tempo as he pounded into her. Her mouth was open in a silent cry, too focused on the way his thick pulsing cock was hitting every sweet spot inside of her. “Say.my.name,” he gritted, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust that knocked the wind out of her lungs and tightened the coil around her tingling core.

The hand around her wrists snaked to her front messy circles being rubbed on her stinging bundle of nerves as white hot pleasure shot up her veins, wanton cries of San San San reverberating off the walls of the hotel. Feeling her velvety walls contracting on his length sent tremors throughout San’s body both of them murmuring love confessions and filthy praises as he quickly pulled out. He rutted against her in short staccato until he released on her back, pearly streaks of adour painting her backside.

Her trembling form was gently laid down on the sheets, the belt disappearing as a tender touch stroked her wrists. “You did so well,” he cooed, the saccharine utterances causing her heart to thrum pleasantly against the gilded cage of her chest. San got up from the bed to completely disrobe, changing into a fresh pair of cotton pants; and his lover watched, blearily eyed on the bed as he soaked a towel in the porcelain basin in the corner of the room and wrung it out.

“Mmh, it’s sensitive,” she slurred, jerking away from the icy chill of the cloth that ran along her core.

“Shh sh, I know,” he sultrily soothed, caressing her belly with his warm palm when he turned her over. ”I have to clean you up though, we made quite a mess.” Giggles bubbled from his throat, drunk in admiration and peach kisses. He dragged a clean pair of bloomers up her legs, pecking her soft and aching thighs as he ascended.

Flopping next to her on the bed, San hooked a leg over her hip and smooshed his lips to her cheek delivering little smacks without ever daring to part. The gunslinger hummed and caressed her fingers down his spine, the both of them clinging to each other, exchanging syrupy I love you’s until they both transcended the cusp of consciousness.

:’)

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—Masterlist—

Collection of all of my works sorted by au and series.

Turn off the Light AU Series

• In the Next Life •

Pairing: demonspawn!yangyang x reader

At the loss of your best friend, you pray for his return like the good Christian you are. But what do you do when he reappears with horns and a devilish smirk, demanding you give him your soul?

DC Universe AU Series

This series follows a loose timeline in a shared universe featuring a gallery of heroes and villains.

Series Trailer

What happens when Gotham’s villains decide to team up for the night? Chaos

Batfamily Introduction

Meets the bats and birds that help rid the city of crime.

[ Lady Luck ]

Pairing: twoface!baekhyun x reader

Baekhyun Hahm is Gotham’s White Knight, impassioned with the drive to clean up the city and stop crime from running rampant through the streets. However, it’s a hard time to be a decent man in an indecent world, and he’s gonna need more than luck if he wants to escape a certain clown’s grasp.

Visage One

Visage Two

[ Slim Shackled Wrists ]

Pairing: joker!kai x reader

The Joker’s reign of terror has come to an end and you find yourself face to face with the madman.

Teaser 1

Teaser 2

[ Catch Me ]

Pairing: batman! jaehyun x catwoman!taeyong

The Batman is playing hard to get but Tomcat is determined to pull off this heist no matter what, even at the expense of his own pride.

Preview

[—•—Sunset—•—]

Pairing: superman!johnny x loislane!reader (platonic)

John has spent his entire life alone, feeling like an outcast due to his alien origins and the need to protect those around him. But he wants to be something to you. A light. A sun. A friend.

Outlaw Ateez AU Series

Series Trailer

Howl’s Moving Castle AU

~*~Lather~*~

Pairing: howl!hyungwon x reader

Though he can be a bit of a brat, all that Hyungwon wants is for you to pamper him while he takes a bath.

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~*~ Lather ~*~

Au: howl!hyungwon | Pairing: character x reader | Warning: potential drowning, luvvvv | Rating: E for Everyone | Word Count: 1k

Implied sophie!reader, and takes place after the events of the movie.

“You better stop that or else I’ll dye your hair ginger again.”

The hollow promise was met with more droplets of water being flicked onto the woman’s face, her features tweaking into a scowl as she wiped them off.

“Or how about pink this time? I think some blush tones would look marvelous with the coming spring.” She pondered aloud, still not gaining a reaction from the man in the tub.

Hyungwon remained silent, half of his visage submerged in the bath as he blew bubbles at her, unperturbed. They examined each other for a second before the woman perked up, a wicked glint appearing in her orbs orbs.

“Gray hair?”

That seemed to tickle him as Hyungwon bolted upright, water sloshing out of the tub. “You wouldn’t! I can’t believe my lover would doom me to a fate of looking old and ugly,” he cried, utterly offended. A rapid pinch was delivered to the wizard’s shoulder and he cried out, face scrunched as he slid back down into the porcelain spa. A pewter gray tendril of hair fell into her eyes and she swiped it away to glare at him. Always one for melodrama.

“If you don’t want that to happen then sit still you vain cretin, and quit it with your vexes,” she huffed, resuming her stitching. Here she was, repairing the clothes of a man that was scratching for her attention like a spoilt housecat while he scandalized her. With all the trouble Hyungwon was causing: from bursting in the door unannounced, causing her to scald her hand on the bacon she was frying; to proclaiming he was going to take a bath and proceeding to strip in front of them as he went up the stairs only to yell out her name from the bathroom seconds later— Well, she started to fancy the idea of taking a pair of shears to his beloved enchanted suit in recompense.

“But you said you would join me,” Hyungwon lazed, swishing his hand through the enchanted bath water. Each leisurely sway of his arm in the caused tiny ripples, sapphires and amethysts dancing in the pool.

“I said I was going to stay in here to keep an eye on you so you don’t fall asleep and drown yourself,” she tutted.

“I’m not gonna fall asleep,” he denied, after which he yawned and rubbed a hand over his face.

She pointed him a look. “You are, so if you’re going to take a nap might as well get to it. The faster you go to sleep the faster I can get to the chores. Changkyun made a mess earlier when mixing potions that needed tidying.”

At the mention of his apprentice, Hyungwon’s eyebrows furrowed. “Just get the boy to clean it himself. It will be a good learning experience, teach him some discipline and how to follow directions as a good study should. How to heed his master’s wishes when he just wants to take a harmless bath with his dearest—“

“Alright, alright I get it,” she interrupted, dropping her needlework,“that’s not going to happen so stop being a brat and please hurry up because we both know he’ll just make more of a mess.”

“If you really feel that way, go clean and I’ll just stay in here. Alone. Where I will drown,” he sighed, lowering himself so that his shoulders were completely engulfed. He paused, only his face floating above the shimmering water. “And die,” he concluded, peeking in her direction to gauge her reaction.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.

There was a muttered Watch me that dissolved into gurgles as the wizard disappeared, inky black locks vanishing as his whole head was swallowed up.

She waited a little under a minute. Each modicum of time ticking away at a snail’s pace in her head, but after seeing a few pitiful bubbles rise up from the glittering depths she decided to end the theatrics.

“I can’t believe I’m indulging you,” she surrendered, setting her stitching aside.

He immediately resurfaced, simpering, slicking his hair back to blink at her once before he broke into a coughing fit. The hacking went ignored as the woman perused the assortment of bottles and elixirs that were crammed on the bathroom shelf. Grabbing the one that was closest to empty, she held it up to him to inspect and he grunted in affirmation once the fit had calmed down.

Setting the formula on the rim of the tub and stripping down to her undergarments; she gently coaxed her lover from his slumped position to sit up, slipping behind him and settling into the balmy tub. Working his silky locks into a lather, perfume filled the air, her nose graced with the sweet smells of caramel and peonies. Deft fingers caressed his hair, nails dipping into the tresses every so often to gently scrape against his scalp. He let out a satisfied hum, steam curling up from the bath and tickling his nose, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.

“You always raise up such a fuss over your hair,” she playfully tugged on a lock. “You have to confess though, even if by accident the black suits you brilliantly, and don’t think I haven’t noticed you’ve been spending less time getting ready in the morning,” she chuckled with mirth. He was undoubtedly enjoying the pampering and stroking of his ego, a soft exhale puffing from his full lips.

“I would like to see the pink though,” she admitted quietly, as she rinsed his dark tresses. The vision of a rosy-haired Hyungwon was enticing. No doubt he would gather the attention of all the lovelies parading around the Sunday market. A pale flower catching the sunlight, glowing in the midst of the rabble and ruckus of Ingary. They would buzz around him like bees. As if they didn’t already, she thought bitterly. Said rose was quiet.

“Would you ever consider it?” She asked.

“Hyungwon?”

She peered over his shoulder, and fondly chuckled at the sight of her love fast asleep. Despite his earlier protests he had fallen prey to the dreamscape’s honeyed beckoning. Placing a feather of a kiss to his temple she reclined back, tucking him into her. Baubles and ornaments on the ceiling blurred as she allowed her own vision to grow hazy, the gentle drip of the tap and the warmth of the doll against her chest lulling her to sleep too.

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—Masterlist—

Collection of all of my works sorted by au and series.

Turn off the Light AU Series

• In the Next Life •

Pairing: demonspawn!yangyang x reader

At the loss of your best friend, you kneel and pray for his return like the good Christian you are. But what do you do when he reappears with horns and a devilish smirk, demanding you give him your soul?

DC Universe AU Series

Series Trailer

What happens when Gotham’s villains decide to team up for the night? Chaos

Batfamily Introduction

Meets the bats and birds that help rid the city of crime.

[ Catch Me ]

Pairing: batman! jaehyun x catwoman!taeyong

The Batman is playing hard to get but Tomcat is determined to pull off this heist no matter what, even at the expense of his own pride.

Preview

[ Slim Shackled Wrists ]

Pairing: joker!kai x reader

The Joker’s reign of terror has come to an end and you find yourself face to face with the madman.

Teaser 1

Teaser 2

[ Lady Luck ]

Baekhyun Hahm is Gotham’s White Knight, impassioned with the drive to clean up the city and stop crime from running rampant through the streets. However, it’s a hard time to be a decent man in an indecent world, and he’s gonna need more than luck if he wants to escape a certain clown’s grasp.

Visage One

Visage Two

[—•—Sun—•—]

Pairing: superman!johnny x loislane!reader (platonic)

John has spent his entire life alone, feeling like an outcast due to his alien origins and the need to protect those around him. But he wants to be something to you. A light. A sun. A friend.

Outlaw Ateez AU Series

Series Trailer

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[ Lady Luck ]

Au: twoface!baekhyun | Pairing: character x reader | Warning: language, death, gore/body horror, sexual references | Rating: 16+ | Word Count: 1.6k

This is: Visage One | Visage Two

“Rough day?” A light voice questioned. Baekhyun could feel the pent up tension in his body ease, his shoulders slightly slumping as he turned around while loosening his tie. The last of his worries left him, like waves flowing from shore, ebbing away at the sight of her leaning against the hallway.

“The worst,” he mumbled, hands circling her waist, nuzzling against her neck to inhale her scent. “There’s enough as it is, trying to clean up the G.C.P.D with the corruption scandals pouring in and Moon isn’t complying. The Gazette is more interested in my dating life than my plans for the future and I just have to smile and wave like an idiot. Did you know that they started calling me Two Face down at the precinct?”

“Oh my poor baby,” she dramatically sighed, laughing in admiration when he raised his head to reveal a pout. She thumbed at his bottom lip and his hand fell to her ass, giving it a light squeeze. Arcing her eyebrow at him he just hummed, taking her thumb into his mouth, wet tongue lapping at the digit. She grasped his tie and started pulling him towards their shared bedroom.

“Come on then, Mr. Hahm. Let me see what I can do to make it better.”

When he came to the world was blurry, the only clear sensation he could feel was a splitting pain on the left side of his head. His right hand crept up to pick at the bandages on his face, starting to peel the edges back.

“Uh uh uh, I wouldn’t do that if I were you boy-o.” Baekhyun’s neck snapped in the direction of the voice, neck straining to the far left in order to be able to look out of his right eye.

The Crown Prince of Crime sat in the cushy hospital chair in the corner of the room, dressed in a white nurse’s uniform. The reaction was immediate, a coarse yell for help escaping his throat as his body jerked back and forth, the burning of his limbs too great to actually get up.

“Scream all you want. I shot the doctor and the police are running around like headless chickens at the Court House. They’re not coming.” The clown’s voice was unemotional, the lackadaisical way in which he said his words even more terrifying.

He kept still even after five minutes of watching Baekhyun struggling to lift himself up, frustrated yells and curses leaving his lips, a cracked image of the sophisticated and put together DA candidate that graced Gotham News. He was thoroughly enjoying this. He knew the Bat wouldn’t, and that thought made him laugh.

The attorney finally quieted seeing as the clown had yet to do anything. He leaned back in the bed, his right eye still furrowed at the figure in the corner.

“Why are you here?” Baekhyun accused, his right nostril flaring. The burn tape that covered half of his face still didn’t stop the wince at the burn of his torn cheek tendon stretching.

“To see you of course. Now I’ve done a lot of bad things to a lot of good people, but I have to admit, I think I really outdid myself on this one.” A proud smile strained his visage, his eyes slightly glazing over.

Baekhyun scoffed. “So what, you’ve come here to mock me?” He could feel an angry tear forming in his waterline, turning his head at the last second so the clown wouldn’t see it, he couldn’t give the madman the satisfaction. But it didn’t go unnoticed as he’d hoped, snake tongue passing over red stained lips at the sight of the liquid pain. If only his Lady Luck were here. Baekhyun didn’t see what happened to her after the attack.

White hot fury engorged Baekhyun’s pupil as he scrutinized the Joker, body trembling. “Wait. Where is she? What did you do to her?.”

Joker abruptly rose from the chair, like a marionette brought to attention, and got up close to Baekhyun, leaning in as if telling him a secret. “Oh, you don’t know?” He chuckled, a humorless, caustic sound.

“She's dead.”

The air was knocked out of Baekhyun’s lungs, the unshed tears forming a hurricane as he wailed and twisted in the hospital bed. The desperation he felt was mutating into something else. It was growing claws and gnashing teeth. His psyche was cracking like concrete, straight down the middle, his heart shattering along with it. He wanted blood. His paralyzed state prevented him from seizing a hold of the clown who just raised his hands up and backed away in mock surrender, his own figure buckling under the crazed cackles that wracked his body. This was going so well.

“I get it you know ehehe, it must be difficult to lose your other half. Especially aha, when it was y-your ahaha,” he wheezed,” prettier one.” Baekhyun felt like he was in hell, the previous screams reduced to a mixture of helpless sobs and infuriated growls, as if his soul were being split in two. Rage, earth-quaking, blind vengeance overcame him.

The Joker wasn’t done though. He had to push him, make him his pawn, his raving mad dog.

“May I ask a question?” He took the severe glare and snarling he received as his sign to continue. “You were squirming in your sleep, like you were having a very pleasant dream.” The grin that appeared on his face was predatory. He came closer from the foot of the bed, fingers skipping along Baekhyun’s left leg.

”Though I wonder, with the acid dripping down your body can your little friend still…” His eyes trailed down the blanket, whistling like a bird while raising his pointer finger up. In a sudden show of strength, Baekhyun grabbed the jester by the collar, pulling him eye level, seething at him, foaming at the mouth.

“Ok ok, aha, touchy subject, though I’m sure nobody is going to touch that anytime soon,” he tittered. “Especially since, oh what’s her face—”

Baekhyun barked out her name, spittle flying from his mouth and onto the corner of the clown’s, who licked up the drop before he continued, “Yes right, especially since she kicked the bucket. But that’s not important. Look, I wanna help you, Hahm.”

“Help us?” He grunted, skeptical at how the madman’s switch. His right eye roved across the clown, voice suddenly hushed, eye wide and desperate, “You want to help me?”

“Yes, help you. Listen, Baek, I may have pulled the trigger, but Batman and the Commisioner loaded the gun,” he said in a comic lilt. “You put your trust in a corrupt order. Am I right? You put your trust in the Bat, of all vermin, and where did that get you? A dead girlfriend and a fucked up face?” The Joker’s hand ghosted over the bandage.

Traitors, a voice spat. We have to make them pay. Punish them.

But they promised. They deserve a fair trial.

Deserve? The pigs deserve a bullet in their heads after what happened. They promised to protect you. But they just screwed us over. They screwed her over. Now we’ve lost everything because of them.

But they really tried—

Tried? Tried?! Give the Bat a gold fucking star than, get on your knees and blow Moon to thank him for the brilliant job he did. After that you can go tell the love of our life to go fuck herself and spit on her grave.

Oh God, please stop, don’t mention her. She didn’t deserve to die. It’s not fair. Baekhyun hit the left side of his head as he sobbed, a wet squelch being released from under the surgical tape with each bout of pressure.

Joker just watched on, transfixed, as Gotham’s White Knight started cracking, one part of him maliciously attacking and the other cowering. Two identities forming, one a tiny show poodle, charming and gentile. The other a rabid rottweiler, eyes rolling and teeth gnashing. The madness was being let loose. That acid must’ve really done a number on him. And boy was he gonna run with it.

“Doesn’t it ever bother you that Batman is always the one that crosses the line but never seems to lose anything?” Baekhyun bristled.

Joker pulled a gun out of the waistband of his nurse uniform, placing it in Baehyun’s hand and wrapping his fingers around it. “With life so merciless, the only thing that will forever remain faithful is chaos. Ok? Chaos is clean. Pure. Chaos doesn’t play favorites. It just kills and spares. Life. Death. Balanced. It’s fair. ”

“Fair?” Baekhyun trembled, weighing the glock in his grip.

“Yes,” the devil falsely soothed, voice grating and sinister. He lightly stroked the bandage on Baekhyun’s head, “Now are you just gonna let them get away with it? After what happened to her?”

The monster was back, rearing its ugly head. “No,” he snarled, fingers grasping the metal hilt, thumbing at the hammer, “we’re not.” He used his other hand to rip off the bandage, hissing as some pieces of skin went with it, flinging specks of blood onto the pillow.

“I’m glad you see it my way. It’s time to turn over a new leaf in this city. After all, like your slogan says,” Joker grabbed a mirror from the bedside table, turning it towards the fallen attorney.

He saw gnarled oozing skin. Part of his cheekbone and mandible were uncovered from stringy red muscle, surrounded by crusted and flaking gray skin. Patches of hair were singed off and one side of his mouth was curled in, revealing pearly white teeth hidden behind cheek tendon. Something flashed in his dead eye, nearly hanging out from the socket, the Joker staring back at his twisted grin in the smoke and tar of his clouded orb. There was a hunger there. Cereberus waiting to be let off the leash with an appetite for anarchy— to watch cities burn and symbols to fall. The Dark Knight to fall.

“The new face of Gotham, is Baekhyun Hahm.”

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[ Lady Luck ]

Au: twoface!baekhyun | Pairing: character x reader | Warning: language, death, gore/body horror, mentions of smut and sexual references | Rating: 16+ | Word Count: 1.6k

This is: Visage 1 | Visage Two

“Can you promise me something?”

He felt you squeeze his arm that was intertwined with yours and you glanced at him. Both of you were done up for the election fundraiser, Baekhyun wearing a bespoke black suit, his butterscotch hair smoothed to the side; you wearing a long teal number and elegant jewelry. “What’s that?”

“That you’ll stay by my side?” There was a slight tremor to his voice as he spoke, feeling totally out of his element in a room full of chattering socialites. It was amazing to see the great Baekhyun Hahm, the man who has confronted mob bosses and criminals galore without so much as a stutter be reverted to a trembling puppy at having to rub shoulders with Gotham’s elite trust fund babies.

You blew air from your lips surveying the room, sharks in suits circling the premise, eyeing you two like you were the minnows. “In every other scenario, yes, but right now I’m afraid you’re on your own, future Mr. District Attorney. Go network, and play nice!” You gave him a pointed look, kissing his cheek before you went off to go mingle, leaving him to curse under his breath.

His outsider status didn’t long when a hand clapped his shoulder, Baekhyun looking up to see Jaehyun with two champagne glasses. The man was every bit as suave as he always was, black locks slicked back and clad in a designer suit. It probably cost more than the attorney’s car.

“Hahm, enjoying the party?” The billionaire asked. Baekhyun thanked him, sipping from the flute, hoping for a little liquid courage as he fidgeted with his tie.

“You didn’t tell me there was going to be so many people.” There had to have been one-hundred people packed into the space, waiters bustling to and from the kitchens as stuffed shirts talked politics, their mistresses hanging off their arms. Everyone was another check waiting to be cashed in for the DA’s election campaign. While such a mercenary outlook was unbecoming of him, he had to come to terms with the fact that he would have to suck up to a few of Gotham’s elites if he wanted the ‘Our Hope in Hahm’ posters hanging from the bannisters to be something more than just frivolous decoration.

“Oh please, this is just a few business associates. By the time we’re done, we’re gonna have every man, woman, and child in Gotham wearing a ‘Hahm for DA’ button,” Jaehyun emphasized with a charming smile. Baekhyun had to give it to him, he was certainly a charmer, the statement causing his stress to slowly ebb away.

“While we’re on the topic Jaehyun, I wanted to say thank you for opening up your home to host the fundraiser, your support for my campaign means a lot to me.” Having Gotham’s favorite son backing him was a great advantage, his policies to end crime mostly came at the expense of the wealthy’s pockets. That’s why he was surprised when Jaehyun approached him offering to publicly pledge his support, and offering a copious amount of funds and connections to get him into office.

The billionaire passively shrugged. “I do it because I believe in you Hahm. You’re trying to do good for this city and I haven’t seen someone try to do that since my parents. You’re not afraid to fight for what you believe in, even if it makes you the target of a certain deranged clown. They don’t call you Apollo for nothing, you’re the face of justice and order being restored to Gotham’s streets. Our own White Knight.”

Baekhyun took in his words, catching sight of his love in the process. She was speaking to Jaehyun’s ward, Martin or Mark, something like that. Both were situated near the hors-d'oeuvre table, the preteen bouncing on the balls of his feet, talking her ears off but she was hanging onto every word, totally engrossed as he explained acrobatic stunts and technique.

“I just want to do what’s right for her—“ he caught himself, clearing his throat, “ everyone.” Jaehyun looked to where Baekhyun’s attention was diverted and chuckled. He saw the admiration he had for his ‘Lady Luck’ as the media portrayed her.

“I’m going to ask her to marry me after the debate,” he admitted to the playboy, stars in his eyes.

Jaehyun laughed and grabbed him by the shoulders, pushing him to the center of the foyer. “She will definitely say yes if that’s all that you’re worried about. This deserves a toast.” Jaehyun set his champagne flute on a passing waiter’s saucer and clapped his hands, gathering everyone’s attention. “Hey, let’s hear it for Baekhyun Hahm, the new face of Gotham City!”

“The Joker is laying down clues for his next attack, we have no time to waste. Look, he’s already killed Judge Merillo, and the calling card found on the body had my girlfriend’s name on it. We need to act now before somebody else pays the price for our inaction. ” The whole city was on the fritz when city politicians and public figures started dropping dead. Crawling up from Gotham’s underbelly, the newest Clown Prince of Crime was shaking up the established control over the city. More recently, he publicly broadcasted the previous Commissioner being stabbed, prompting Moon as his Lieutenant to be sworn in.

“Yes I’m aware. Which is why I’m telling you, Hahm, that we will do whatever we can to make sure that nothing will happen to either of you,” he reassured, nursing a cup of coffee. In the reflected lights of the city Moon looked older, the stress and strain he was under making him appear older, eye bags darker. Even Baekhyun was run ragged, hair slightly askew and his dress shirt rumpled under all the stress and running himself thin trying to protect his lover.

“What, you and your corrupt cops? Your reassurance means nothing to me, Moon. I know you have spies on the force, so I need you to promise me that you’ll handle this. Personally. Or else I will.”

“Is that a threat?” The Commissioner gruffed.

“It’s not a threat, this is my promise.” It was resolute, not to be trifled with. “ You need to be there when I need you most, Moon. That includes you,” he addressed the Bat, who was waiting in the shadows of the building’s scaffolding.

“I need to make sure that everyone close to me is safe until I’m elected. After that, I will bring this city the justice it deserves and put the clown away myself. And that starts with me cleaning up the police force.” The district attorney left it at that, throwing open the door to the police precinct and exiting, both man and bat watching him go.

“Do you think he can do it?” Moon inquired. The Dark Knight came out from the darkness and appeared behind him, steps silent.

His deep timber rang in the night, words hanging heavy in the air before disappearing in puffs of fog. “He has to. He’s what this city needs. If I can be what criminals run from, he can be what the helpless reach for. A ray of light and hope for people to cling to. A symbol. Gotham’s Apollo.”

“Hahm, you’re on in fifteen seconds,” a technician cued, Baekhyun nodded half-mindedly, too focused on the ways your lips were moving as you fussed over his hair.

“Baek I don’t see what you’re worrying about, the public loves you, you’re gonna do amazing,” she rattled on, and he cut her off with a peck on the lips. He stepped back chuckling as he straightened his tie, as she was stuck in a daze.

“Ten seconds, Mr. Hahm.”

He grasped her hands in his. “Well, wish me luck.”

“I thought you made your own luck,” she coyly retorted.

“I did. I used it to decide if I should go to Gotham University, and whether I should run for the DA position. But my favorite was when I flipped it to see whether I should approach the pretty girl hunched over her textbooks in the library,” he flirted, referencing the day the hot-shot law major showed up in front of her during a study session, a smirk and a coffee in his hand.

His gaze turned tender. ”But now I don’t need to. Not when I have you.” He soothed his palm over hers, the coin clasped between. He walked backwards toward the curtain adjusting his suit jacket, “I bet on heads for all of them by the way,” he called, sending you one last wink before Gotham’s Apollo took the stage.

The weight of his most prized possession was comforting in her hand, flipping the disc over she saw the Greek goddess, Nemesis, her weighing scales poised and balanced. Both sides depicted heads.

“Ma’am? This way please,” her escort directed. His eyes were shifting from left to right, cold sweat on his forehead like he was nervous but she didn’t pay any attention to it. Probably his first day.

She didn’t make it five feet before she was knocked out cold.

The debate was getting heated, Baekhyun’s impassioned speech about police reform underway, as a broadcast assistant skittered on the stage, placing a single flower on the podium.

Odd. The daisy was a fake, plastic with a hollow center. He picked it up in his left hand and studied it, finding a card wrapped around the stem. He heard a small pneumatic hiss release from out of the center and he tilted his head in confusion. Unfolding the playing card, the district attorney paled.

‘All work and no play makes Hahm a dull boy.’

A gunshot went off, the sound reverberating through the crowd of reporters and attendees who scattered searching for shelter. Baekhyun looked up, just as acid sprayed from the fake flower onto his face. He collapsed to the ground, writhing as his skin was eaten off of his face, flesh bubbling and burning.

“Mr. Hahm! Can you hear me Mr. Ha—”

“Christ, look at his face—”

“—he’s not coming back from that.”

“It’s the Bat!”

“Poor son of a bitc—“

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—Masterlist—

Collection of all of my works sorted by au and series.

Turn off the Light AU Series

• In the Next Life •

Pairing: demonspawn!yangyang x reader

At the loss of your best friend, you kneel and pray for his return like the good Christian you are. But what do you do when he reappears with horns and a devilish smirk, demanding you give him your soul?

DC Universe AU Series

Series Trailer

What happens when Gotham’s villains decide to team up for the night? Chaos

Batfamily Introduction

Meets the bats and birds that help rid the city of crime.

[ Catch Me ]

Pairing: batman! jaehyun x catwoman!taeyong

The Batman is playing hard to get but Tomcat is determined to pull off this heist no matter what, even at the expense of his own pride.

Preview

[ Slim Shackled Wrists ]

Pairing: joker!kai x reader

The Joker’s reign of terror has come to an end and you find yourself face to face with the madman.

Teaser 1

Teaser 2

[—•—Sun—•—]

Pairing: superman!johnny x loislane!reader (platonic)

John has spent his entire life alone, feeling like an outcast due to his alien origins and the need to protect those around him. But he wants to be something to you. A light. A sun. A friend.

Outlaw Ateez AU Series

Series Trailer

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—•—Sunset—•—

Au: superman!johnny Pairing: superman!johnny x loislane!reader | Warning: angst, loneliness, you get thrown off a building, poorly paced and poorly written fluff | Rating: E for Everyone | Word Count: 2k

Listen to Exo’s Universe album while reading for max effect.

Johnny I hope that one day you find more friends that adore you, and that you’re happier than you’ve ever been before.

John’s reflection stared back at him, hair slicked back and button-up on, a far cry from the white t-shirt and flannel he usually wore. His flight to Metropolis was set to leave in three hours, but since the nearest airport was over an hour away away from the farm he’d have to leave early to get there on time. Of course he could’ve flown the distance in three minutes but he didn’t want to miss the truck ride with his parents. “John, let’s get a move on,” his mom called. He put his new glasses on to finish the transformation into yet another facade of himself in order to hide his true identity.

It got overwhelming to be so many things at once. Different personas he had to keep in check from melding together so that the others wouldn’t be put in danger. He was Yun - Seo, the last son of Krypton sent careening to Earth when both his planet, and his people exploded. He was John Lang, the farmer boy bound for bigger and better things in Metropolis. And he was Superman, the man of steel that worked to help others, and maybe even save the world every so often. What did all of these personas have in common though? They were all very very lonely.

His origins as an alien refugee meant he was different. He was other. Once he learned of his powers he actively avoided interaction with other kids, worried he would do something to hurt them, even when he was the gentlest little boy anyone could ever meet. Now that he was venturing into Metropolis the only people he was leaving behind were his parents and his dog.

The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting shadows and spirits over the little farmhouse and whisps of corn. He hated it when the sun set, and not just because the ball of fire was where his powers originated from, but because it was just another reminder that deep down he was on his own, not even the sun sticking around for company. Maybe he’d find someone in Metropolis. For now he couldn’t dwell on that dream though, he was starting a new job in a new city, away from the small town he was used to.

“Kibum Paek,” a hand stuck out from behind a newspaper ,” your new boss here at the Daily Planet. Let’s get down to business, this way.” He abruptly stood up from his desk and led him through the maze of cubicles, stopping at one where a few people were gathered. Paek rapped his finger on the divider to get their attention, and that’s when he met you. ”Everyone, this is John Lang, our newest reporter joining the team. Let's all do our best to welcome him and show him the ropes.”

You stood up first, introducing yourself before shaking his hand, your palm warm in his. “Welcome to The Planet,“ you beamed and he was instantly put at ease, but still feeling a little shy. He gave you a polite close-lipped smile, briefly meeting your eyes as he clutched the strap of his saddle bag and was ushered to his desk that was right across the aisle from yours.

“So John, where are you from,” you asked later that day in the break room, popping in to make a fresh brew, staying to chat while you added cream and sugar.

From that point on, catching up over coffee was a tradition, you always appearing at his desk with a steaming mug at the end of work, made just the way he liked it. Over a period of months the conversations drifted from more facile, like shared complaints about Paek’s “don’t apologize just be better mantra” to more personal and intimate topics. The things that made you both laugh, upbringing and childhoods, you obviously sharing more about the latter than him. But he appreciated the effort you made to befriend him, even if he didn’t always return the sentiment. In his mind it was for a good, if not a lonesome reason.

“Uh, Smallville, Kansas,” he told you.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you laughed. “Well, you’re a long way from home.”

He chuckled and pushed up his glasses. You had no idea.

Months had passed and John could safely say he had been hit with a dilemma. He enjoyed your company, he truly did, often reliving your encounters in his mind when he went back to his cold, quiet apartment. But he also knew that you would eventually find out about his “side job” as a hero, there being only so many excuses he could make as to why he would come back from a bathroom break with soot stains in his hair. That knowledge though, ran the risk of you being in danger, something he absolutely wanted to avoid. But it's hard to steer someone when they’re headed straight into a moving train at the speed of light. Much to his dismay you were headed straight towards conflict with none other than the biggest thorn in John’s side.

The greedy sociopathic megalomaniac (your words, not his) that was Kyungsoo Kim was planning something BIG, and you were intent on breaking the story. He always admired your tenacity, however he worried for your safety, even if it was technically required of the job to be put in sticky situations for the sake of the report.

Kim was notorious for shutting down news outlets and investigators that were digging too much into his business. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t listen in on your interviews you conducted with your sources. Sometimes becoming so engrossed in what you were saying halfway across the city he would zone out while staring at his computer screen for minutes on end. He received a few nasty glares from Paek as a result, but it was worth it if it meant he knew you were safe.

It all came to a head though when you discovered Kim was planning on creating a gene splicing therapy marketed towards the public. An anonymous tip sent to you revealed that Kim planned on using the DNA editing software to give regular human beings superpowers, thereby morphing them into metahumans. With the corrupt types the business magnate attracted, there was the possibility that things would go awry for the citizens of Metropolis, possibly even the whole world if criminals were given the powers of Gods. The powers of Superman.

While you were keeping tabs on Kyungsoo Kim, he was most certainly doing the same for you. He knew you were poking around where you shouldn't have been. After numerous attempts at trying to buy your silence and intimidate you, finally Kim finally decided that if he couldn’t gag you, he’d just throttle you instead.

One day you left work early to get a testimonial, promising to be back in time for coffee. Hours passed, it was nearing nine o’clock and he had already warmed your coffee with his heat vision ten times. No call, no text, no update. He got desperate though when he realized he couldn’t hear your heartbeat. The comforting little thunk that he always heard in the back of his mind noticeably absent. It was then that he heard it. Your strangled shouts of distress coming from the other end of the city.

Thank heavens he was in an alley, headed towards your apartment, the speed at which he ripped off his clothes to reveal his suit must’ve been a new record before he sprung into the air. The force broke the sound barrier, causing a ripple effect that rattled the surrounding buildings.

And there you were, falling from the top of KimCorp. Tower. Everything slowed for him as he pushed his body to go faster, your figure drifting mid air, fear palpable on your face. He caught you with ease, your panicked shouts diffusing in a little gasp at feeling the pressure of him against you when seconds before you were free falling. He didn’t bother to deal with Kim, more focused on getting you somewhere safe. He deposited you on top of the Daily Planet building, raising himself up some ten feet, the dimming light of the evening obscuring his face from view.

“Are you alright ma’am,” he asked, putting on his “professional” voice. Your hair was wind whipped, pupils dilated from the adrenaline rush, and your heart was thudding faster than a horse.

“John, you can come down. I know it’s you.” Smart as a whip, as always.

Following the earlier debacle you both decided to unwind. You explained to him that the meeting was a trap, having arrived at the location you were chloroformed and thrown into the back of a van before waking up to Kim's bald head staring at you before promptly being thrown off the building. He unfolded his entire backstory to you, the ups and downs, discovering his genetic line, the people he’s saved. All of this was said over coffee and a bag of chips after John flew down to a little bodega, Superman get-up and all to retrieve snacks and drinks from a very shocked cashier.

“So you’re one of the last Kryptonians alive and your parents adopted you after you crash landed here,“ you recounted to which he nodded,” you discovered a ship in the Arctic that contained your people’s history and the suit where you learned of your origins. You came here to lead a lowbrow-ear to the ground kind of life and you have a cousin named Tiffany, a.k.a Superwoman who lives in National City?”

“Bingo.”

“Wow.”

“Yep,’ he popped his lips, sipping on his coffee. It was silent for a moment, both of you breathing in the moment. A slight chill flowed through the air and you shivered, John immediately taking notice and wrapping his cape around you.

“How’d you know it was me,” he asked, swirling the contents of his little paper cup.

“Johnny I may not have x-ray vision but I could recognize my best friend anywhere,” you replied with a laugh, pulling him closer to you and laying your head on his shoulder. At that moment he felt like he was weightless, suspended in the clouds as warm rays of sunlight bathed his form. He felt like he could fly a few laps around the globe without getting tired; or lift the whole planet he was that…that... happy. He was happy. He finally could say he had a best friend.

“Johnny?” He questioned, unable to hide his joy.

“Yeah, a nickname.”

“I’ve never had anybody call me Johnny before.”

“Wait, you’re telling me no one ever gave you a nickname, your parents? Friends?” He shook his head no, the movement causing your hair to tickle his chin.

“I like it though,” he admitted, closing his eyes, floating in serenity.

And he did. He liked it alot. This was the first time in a long time Johnny had felt comfortable opening up to someone about himself. Being vulnerable without the fear of doing harm and being harmed. He realized that he could use his alter ego as a source of protection. To be your light, be your hero. But call it silly— ludicrous even, that the man of steel, impervious to bullets, crack a mountain with a single punch, invincible Superman felt safe and at peace wrapped up from the cold with a simple human.

“I’ve never had one before,” he said offhandedly.

“Mm,” you hummed in question, peering up at him.

“A friend,” he clarified,” I’ve never had a friend.”

Your arm tightened around him on instinct at his heart wrenching confession. You were pretty sure you were crushing him against you but he made no sign of discomfort. Probably the alien genes. You knew Johnny was shy and took a while to open up, but the sacrifices he made in his personal life to try to appear normal finally dawned on you. A bittersweet smile appeared on your face as you peered at the horizon, hoping Johnny would never have to be pulled from the safe haven you two were in. “Well, you’ve got one now. And I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

The sun was just setting, blushing pigments of pink and orange kissing their eyes as they sat with each other. He nuzzled into you further, and you took his hand, your palm warm in his. Maybe sunsets weren’t so bad afterall.

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—•RED DESERT•—

Ateez is a band of people just trying to do a little good in a savage land, even if it means being branded as outlaws in the process. They travel through the basins and plains of Arizona, tracking bounties of men worse than them and relieve the greedy of their riches to give to the poor in the name of justice. With targets on their backs and enemies hiding in every burrow, all they have is each other to rely on in this godforsaken Red Desert. Now....

Will you join them?

Outlaw!Ateez AU Starring

Seonghwa “Sunrise” Hatfield

Hongjoong “Red Horizon” McKinney

Mingi “Mercy” Edwards

Yunho “Hellrider” Holloway

Yeosang “Dandy Boy” Knox

San “Snake Charmer” Chisholm

Wooyoung “Diamondback” Wayne

Jongho “Wild Bison” Drake

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—Masterlist—

Collection of all of my works sorted by au and series.

Turn off the Light AU Series

• In the Next Life •

Pairing: demonspawn!yangyang x reader

At the loss of your best friend, you pray for his return like the good Christian you are. But what do you do when he reappears with horns and a devilish smirk, demanding you give him your soul?

DC Universe AU Series

This series follows a loose timeline in a shared universe featuring a gallery of heroes and villains.

What happens when Gotham’s villains decide to team up for the night? Chaos

Batfamily Introduction

Meets the bats and birds that help rid the city of crime.

[ Catch Me ]

Pairing: batman! jaehyun x catwoman!reader

The Batman is playing hard to get but Catwoman is determined to pull off this heist no matter what, even at the expense of her own pride.

Preview

[ Lady Luck ]

Pairing: twoface!baekhyun x reader

Baekhyun Hahm is Gotham’s White Knight, impassioned with the drive to clean up the city and stop crime from running rampant through the streets. However, it’s a hard time to be a decent man in an indecent world, and he’s gonna need more than luck if he wants to escape a certain clown’s grasp.

Visage One

Visage Two

[ Slim Shackled Wrists ]

Pairing: joker!kai x reader

The Joker’s reign of terror has come to an end and you find yourself face to face with the madman.

Teaser 1

Teaser 2

[So Heavy I Fell]

Pairing: redhood!jeno x batgirl!reader

Tensions are running high between the Batfamily as old ghosts are being resurrected. The underbelly of Gotham is experiencing turf wars as a power struggle breaks out amongst crime’s elite. And it’s all thanks to some asshole in a red hood.

Fic Trailer

Fic Trailer 2 + Teaser

Batcomputer Files

Chapter List

Are You a Friend of His?

[—•—Sunset—•—]

John has spent his entire life alone, feeling like an outcast due to his alien origins and the need to protect those around him. But he wants to be something to you. A light. A sun. A friend.

Pairing: superman!johnny x loislane!reader (platonic)

Outlaw Ateez AU Series

Series Trailer

~•Ride•~

Pairing: outlaw!san x armistice!reader

Ateez have just made off with a score but it looks like Armistice finds herself getting another reward.

Howl’s Moving Castle AU

~*~Lather~*~

Pairing: howl!hyungwon x reader

Though he can be a bit of a brat, all that Hyungwon wants is for you to pamper him while he takes a bath.

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•In the Next Life•

Au: demonspawn!Yangyang | Pairing: character x reader | Rating: 17 | Warnings: sacrilegious themes, like one curse word, implied smut, hornyness ;) | Word Count: 1.4k

Deine Zeit ist abgelaufen / Ich bin dein Alptraum, ich bin dein Omen / Wenn du mich siehst, fängst du besser an zu laufen / Kannst du glauben! / Sag jetzt deine letzten Worte / Ich krieg' immer was ich wollte / Ich bin das Ende deiner Tage / Ich bin die Krankheit, ich bin die Plage

After he seemingly disappeared off the face of the Earth the day after his 18th birthday, you spent most of your time kneeling, lips spouting off hymns and prayers relentlessly.

Six weeks of continuous longing, praying that your Yangyang would come back, knees bruised and cut up from splintered pews.

And then he did come back. But he was different.

Changed.

His behavior was erratic, temper shorter, going off on tangents about how many ways he knew how to dismember a man, after which he beamed proudly as if he were a child that successfully recited their ABCs. You had originally chalked it up to PTSD from whatever event that caused his disappearance to explain his odd behavior but when his voice dropped several octaves and started speaking in tongues you could never dream to comprehend you knew something else entirely was wrong.

I am your omen. I am sickness. I am the Plague.

The Yangyang you knew wouldn’t hurt a fly much less instigate the suffering and carnage he proclaimed he was destined for.

That’s when you knew that evil had snatched your friend and dragged him into the dark night, blackened his heart, stained his soul and spit him back out of its cavernous depths. Despite the obvious warning signs, the temptation to give into his wild fantasies was there, according to him your soul was his birthright and most cherished possession and you were to take your place his side as his future queen, but this was wrong. More importantly this was sinful. Depraved. Why would God let this happen when he was gracious enough to finally answer your prayers and give him back to you?

A scoff ripped you from your thoughts. “God? Do you really believe he would let me back up here after my father claimed me? I would’ve been burnt to a crisp by him the minute I touched Earthly soil. So no, you have my Daddy Dearest to thank for bringing me back to you.” Snickers reverberated from behind your front door, the carmine painted oak serving as a shield protecting you from the demon outside. After a few days of avoiding him, he had decided to stop playing cat and mouse and come straight to you. To take what was his.

“Are you mad at what I said about ending humanity? Cause I was only joking about that!Well only partly— I’ll probably unleash a plague to pick off the weak ones and work my way up to psychological torture for those that manage to survive. I learned a few things from the incubi that live in Hell, you can’t even imagine half of the shit they do to people!” he trailed off with a sigh of content, like he was recalling a fond memory.

”But nothing instantaneous, you know? I want to draw this out, cause a little chaos, a little suffering—but hey, we’ll be together right? With you as my Queen we’ll be unstoppable! I could spare your family and a couple of your friends too. Even that goody-goody church boy Mark who you know I hate! Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Silence.

From your lack of reaction a huff escaped his cherry lips and you could picture the pout that was resting on his cherub features.

“Come ooooon, open the door. You know you want too~” he singsonged. Did you? Yes, you desperately did. You wanted to be with your best friend again but you knew you couldn’t give in so you remained rooted to the ground, hands clasped together to restrain yourself.

He called out your name.

Nothing.

He tried again, sounding more desperate this time.

Still nothing.

“Please....baby.” He exhaled in a soft whimper.

A shudder rolled through you. Sinful dreams instantly plagued your mind. That was how he always sounded when your thoughts would drift while lying alone in your bed in the stillness of night.

You imagined your limbs interlaced together, sweet nothings being whispered as wanton sighs escaped bitten lips. Chest heaving as he nipped down your neck before soothing over the love bites with his wet muscle. His flushed skin feeling oh so warm, God playing witness to your wicked indiscretions, as your hands trail down his lean body before grasping him where he needed your touch the most, eliciting a desperate whine for you to please stop teasing baby. Needing, wanting, begging for more more more more—

“Oh I can see you enjoyed that,” the smile on his face evident from his airy giggle that rang out.

Shame flooded your body, face heating up. Hellfire licked up your insides causing a searing pain as you suddenly felt an intense urge to open the door. Like Babylon, your walls were crumbling piece by piece till it completely dissolved. You thought of Yangyang on the other side. You wanted to be with him. With shaking hands you reached toward the door knob and unfastened the lock.

“Yes, sweetheart, just like that,” he cooed.

Hell’s gate finally opened and there he was, leaning on the frame, nails tapping against the wood. Lips rosy and cheeks pink like the apple Eve took a taste of. Donning a black suit with ruby embellishments and a boyish grin on his face, he looked like your worst nightmare. He chuckled, clearly amused by your complete awe of his appearance.

Taking a step forward, he suddenly stopped, scrutinizing the white grain scattered on the ground that acted as yet another barrier between him and his prize.

“Come on, you know I can’t enter when you have a salt ring blocking the door. Sweep it away and then we can have some real fun.” Something flashed across his face. Observing him fully you saw a predatory gleam in his eye. Shaking off whatever spell you were under earlier, it was then you remembered that this hellion before you wasn’t your Yangyang. Nerves steeling you grit your teeth and looked at the demon’s orbs.

“No.”

His eyes hardened and you’d swear you saw a flicker of flaming horns protruding from his head.

“I have to say I’m feeling a little betrayed, I was so sure you were going to welcome me with open arms. For such a weak resolve you put up quite the fight against my compulsion. I really wanted this to be something you wholeheartedly craved just as much as I do. Ah well, no matter.”

He waltzed past the threshold with ease, stalking toward you as you stumbled, back hitting the wall.

“You should know that salt doesn’t work against even the lowest class of demons, much less the Prince of Hell himself.”

One hand was braced on the wall behind you next to your head while the other went to grasp the cross necklace hanging limply from your neck, your last line of defense.

“A crucifix, how cute,” he deadpanned before snatching it back, the broken clasp leaving behind a small laceration at which you hissed, droplets of blood beginning to pool at the slit.

“Tsk tsk look at the mess you’ve made.” You gasped when he started kitten licking the cut, tongue lapping up the mix of metallic rivulets and salty tears running down your neck as you prayed to God to come and save you.

He let out a satisfied hum and smacked his lips before grabbing your face and peering into your eyes.

“You can’t be saved, sweetness. From now on I am your life and I am the end of your days, you will never escape me.” You watched, terrified, as the black void of his blown out pupils started to ooze into his irises, eventually overtaking his sclera. Flaming horns and a magnificent golden crown appeared above his head in a wisp of smoke.

“You’ve shown yourself to be quite the fighter, so intent on staying loyal to your God like a pup,” he sneered,” but I know you can devote yourself to me like you did him.

I want this to be pleasurable for the both of us, I mean we are spending forever together. Here’s your first lesson, when it comes to our eternal happiness obedience is key here, ok? So be a good little pet,” he lifted your chin, a simper marring his angelic face,

“and kneel.”

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[ Slim Shackled Wrists ]

Au: joker!kai x reader | Pairing: character x reader | Warning: manipulation, mention of crime/violence, joker!kai being a sexy mf | Rating: 16+ | Word Count: 1.4k

Her newest patient was unceremoniously dumped in his seat, the guard quick to shackle him to the table. Despite the fact that the cuffs provided ample protection from physical interaction on his part; the guard stood directly behind the newest inmate, hawk eyes daring him to move out of line. “Thank you sir, I can take it over from here, you may leave.”

“You sure, lady? It’s not safe to be alone with this guy. I saw what this psycho did on the news, he’s like a mad dog with rabies,” he warned. A high pitched cackle escaped the clown’s maws, the guard’s face quickly morphing into anger, burning red as he raised his hand in retaliation. “Shut up freak,” the order was punctuated with a firm push to the back of his head, resulting in it nearly smacking the table.

She stood up from your chair at the aggravated abuse. “That’s enough! Do not refer to my patient as a freak, he is here to receive professional help. Unless you want me to write a formal complaint against you, I suggest you go.” The guard scoffed but nonetheless turned towards the exit, the jokester snickering and waving as best he could in his restraints, sing songing bye bye.

“Stuck up bitch, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” he muttered, shaking his head. With one last glance to the duo he shut the door, the resounding clang echoing in the sterile room and she turned to see the eyes of Gotham’s Most Wanted surveying her. The news had only ever managed to get shots of the back of his head when he was on his rampages, and even then they were always blurry from being captured at night.

Sitting across from him, she felt a weird sense of pride being able to be so up close and personal with the man who had the city on the edge of their seats for the past two months. Still despite his misdeeds there was something undeniably alluring about him. With all her years as a shrink, she felt like she was the one needing help this time with the very unprofessional thoughts poisoning her mind. There was a pull in her gut, something that made you want to stick her hand in the fire just to feel the sweet pain of it licking at her fingertips.

His garish orange jumpsuit seemed to devour him, a far cry from the stocky brutes that frequented Arkham, but she could see the faint outline of lean muscle from underneath the fabric. Emerald green hair and tiny flecks of white face paint around his hairline added to his mysterious and twisted persona. Red rimmed eyes, some fresh purple bruising near his jaw, probably from his scuffle with Batman, that brute. Refined nose. Porcelain cheek bones. Two shallow scars extended outward from his plump lips, giving him the appearance of a smile, how cute—

She cleared your throat. “I apologize for the mistreatment, that was uncalled for. Welcome to Arkham Asylum, we’ll just be doing a quick psychiatric evaluation,” she scanned through her notes, noticing a lot of his general information was blank. “It seems you have no name on file, and I hardly think it’s appropriate to refer to you as Joker. May I call you Mr. J?”

“Fine by me darling, call me whatever you like.”

She nodded, failing to ignore his husky tone and the charming way the pet name fell off his lips. Most patients when they arrived at Arkham were frantic, body trembling and eyes shifting, complaining of hearing voices. But he seemed cool and composed. Normal, even. The clinking of his handcuffs ricocheted off the tiled walls.

“Alright Mr. J. Now, why don’t you tell me what you remember about the incident.”

“Remember? Very dangerous proposition, doctor… Yes, very dangerous ahehe. What, do you want my whole life story? My deepest secrets, my darkest desires? Oh I know I have some that will make your toes curl,” he teased.

She brushed off the insinuation despite how much it made her ache and clicked your pen. “Perhaps the reason that landed you in here? Your childhood? Anything you’re willing to discuss,” she said with a reassuring smile.

He stirred, a switch flipped and he started laughing, half crazed at a joke known only to him. “Childhood? Memory? Yes, I suppose memories are a bit like children. Vile little things. A funny thing though, to reminisce. My father owned a gag shop in the East End. Whoopee cushions, hand buzzers, the whole shebang. A real comic that one, he loved to put smiles on people’s faces.”

“He sounds lovely.”

“He was.”

Her face turned into one of concern, giving into the honey trap. “D-Did something happen?”

He shrugged. “It was a rough part of town. With the murder of those billionaires everybody started getting…desperate. Started stealing stuff, murdering people. As if they were going crazy,” his voice took on a fevered lilt at the last word, hurried and frantic. She remembered what it was like back then, the murder of the Kwons seemed to lure out all the from the monsters from Gotham’s underbelly.

“One night somebody broke in. Daddy went downstairs to investigate and got a knife in the back. Mommy dearest was next, she screamed when she saw the body and he held a knife to her neck while she cried for help.”

He was feral, eyes unhinged as if he were being possessed by the killer. “You know what he said to her? As he held the knife to her? Why the frown, doll? You’d be so much prettier with a smile.” He flopped back into the chair like a marionette with its strings cut, wrath replaced by nonchalance.“ He carved a grin into her face while I watched. Then,” he positioned his thumb underneath his throat and pretended to slice it, making a croaking sound.

A wet gasp came from her. She’d heard her fair share of gruesome backstories but there was something about the image of his younger self; an innocent cherub with rosy cheeks and wide eyes having to be a victim to such violence that she absolutely couldn’t bear. She was horrified with the scenario her imagination painted, unaware to how engrossed he was in watching as a single tear cut its path down her cheek. He licked his lips.

Leaning forward, his eyes rounded, angelic innocence adorning his features. “You know you’re very pretty. Like a doll. Hmmm… My little harlequin.” he giggled. ”May I call you Harley?”

Her head hurt from the whiplash but her stomach, attuned to his remarks, fluttered. “I—

He blew a raspberry through his lips, gaze skipping to and fro across the room. “I can’t remember anything after that. But I was alone.”

“Alone?” A feeling she knew all too well. Her father having kicked her out at a young age, suffering constant neglect from the nuns at the orphanage. Even in college she spent your Friday nights hunched over her studies to earn her Masters rather than hanging out with friends, not that she really had any. He recognized the mourning in her cadence and became resigned.

“Not just physically. It was the sort of loneliness where you have no other option than to throw a ball back and forth against the walls of your own mind. Where every thud reverberates in your empty skull,” he wheezed. “I was spiralling, searching for someone to grasp my hand and show me my purpose in this cesspool of a world. But I finally found someone.” He was gazing directly at her now.

“You have?” She questioned, voice soft. Caring. Hopeful.

“Believe me never did I think I would find this person in such a situation. Where once I was a sole performer I finally found my partner to dance with through the chaos. Take the plunge and share my madness. Though… I’m sure you don’t know what I’m talking about, doc,” he wistfully sighed, interested in the view outside the barred window while still watching her in his periphery.

“Actually,” she shuffled in her seat,” I think I do.” She leaned forward, a movement he caught in the corner of his eye, a smile so wide stretching across his face threatening to split it in two. Mask relaxing into a coy expression, he drummed his fingers on the table.

“You feel a special connection with this person. Like they know you for who you truly are. Almost like it’s fate that brought you together.” He snapped his fingers. “Exactly!”

“Almost like… almost like you’d do anything for them.”

He surged forward, face one of predatory anticipation. “Anything?” She nodded, fingers traipsing over his wrists.

He peered down at his hands and howled with laughter, her own giggles matching his. “I think we’re going to have lots of fun, don’t you,” he pushed her glasses up and twiddled her hair, ”Harley?”

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[ Slim Shackled Wrists ]

Au: joker!kai x reader | Pairing: character x reader | Warning: manipulation, mention of crime/violence, joker!kai being a sexy mf | Rating: 16+ | Word Count: 1.4k

-Teaser-

Leaning forward, his eyes rounded, a puppy-like grin adorning his features. “You know you’re very pretty. Like a doll. Hmmm… My little harlequin,” he giggled. ”May I call you Harley?”

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[ Catch Me ]

AU: batman!jaehyun, tomcat!taeyong | Pairing: character x reader | Warnings: some language, shoddy characterization, minor dom/sub themes, references to smut | Rating: 17+ | Word Count: 2.2k

Based off of the dynamic Batman and Catwoman have both in Arkhamverse and the New 52, kinda botched and this took a direction that I wasn’t planning but whatevs.

“You could’ve used the door you know.”

The intruder bolted upright, his foot catching on the window ledge, tripping before catching himself.

“Sorry Cat, old habit.” He ruffled his hair, unable to meet the man’s eyes who was leaned up against the door frame, arms crossed over his Kiss the Chef apron.

He let him off with a shake of his head. “Oh no I’m flattered. It’s not every day someone gets to see Gotham’s Prince climbing through their window. You remind me of the bad boy parents warn their kids about,” he said. His smile faltered as his gaze fell behind Jaehyun to the alarm system, wires shot and lifeless, swaying from the window sill.

The billionaire at least had the decency to look ashamed when his eyes trailed to see what he was focused on. “I’ll buy you another one,” he promised. He let out a noise of affirmation as he pivoted, leading the guilty party into his dining room, where an assortment of dishes laid on a table set for two.

“You cooked.”

“Well, last time when we were at yours you nearly burned down the whole manor attempting to make carbonara. I decided to save you from Alfred’s wrath and take care of the cuisine this time. Plus I wanted to.” He paused while filling up their wine glasses, overcome with a fondness and sincerity that nearly suffocated him with its implications. ”You’re welcome.”

Their eyes met and suddenly it was still. The usual chatter of car horns and wailing sirens that blasted through all hours of the day quieted to soft whispers. Acid bubbled and ate away at their flesh to reveal their bare bones but they loved the burn of it as they were able to see each other’s hearts and underlying scars. Both extremely fucked up inside.

That brought them some semblance of peace. They were able to understand why the other had scars marring their skin; why the other would wake up in a cold sweat, hands twisting the sheets; why they both had to become something that made their innocence cower and tremble in fear, all in the name of survival. With each other they could breathe a little easier even with Gotham’s vices smothering them.

“Cat?”

“Yes, Bat?”

“I—.”

“I know. I love you too”

Batman grabbed the goon’s neck and slammed him to the ground, the move providing leeway for Tomcat to catapult off his back and scissor kick another.

With the last of the thugs down and Two Face knocked out and handcuffed they were able to finally catch their breath. The thief languidly stretched out his already sore muscles but the Bat remained tensed, primed for a fight.

“What’s got you brooding, B-man? Get your spandex in a twist?”

“What are you doing here, Taeyong?” he asked.

The man’s peach lips pouted, “You know Bat for such a big dark secretive vigilante you sure do drop the aliases quick. I thought you liked to keep things professional dur—”

“Why are you here?” The words were made more malicious by the voice scrambler, warped and demonic, he was using the same voice he did to intimidate criminals. The feline hissed.

“Easy now. So maybe I popped in for a quick steal. I didn’t know Two Face and his lackeys would show up, but I could’ve handled it on my own.“ The vigilante didn’t like that answer.

“I know you can handle yourself, but this is about you being here, causing trouble. All the thefts!The fights! Your idiotic risk taking!” The demonic barking escalated into a frightening crescendo but the cat kept coy.

“How long do you think we can keep this up before I actually have to do something about your proclivity for burglary and not just stand by like an idiot?”

“Honestly I thought the sex would buy me some leniency,” the feline fatale admitted. “But fine you win! Take my prize that I worked so hard to steal,” he pouted, pulling out the satchel of jewels.

“It’s not that simple, Cat. If I make exceptions for you where does it end? I’m supposed to fight injustice, not share a bed with it.”

Cat narrowed his eyes. “I’m not gonna quit if that’s what you’re implying. And I’ve known you long enough now that you’re not just gonna drop me either. You care about me too much to let me fall.”

A beat.

“That’s why this has to end.”

Oh. He was serious.

“No! You don’t get to do that! If you think I’m gonna let you—“

An explosion set off, Tomcat being blinded by shutters of light, a ringing in his sensitive ears.

He hacked, waving away the plumes of fog, vision hazy. “Fucking smoke bombs. That angsty bastard. He’ll be back.”

He wasn’t.

Even with Cat’s weekly break-ins having dwindled down to zero and after being off the G.C.P.D’s radar for some time now, his good behavior still didn’t earn him any gold stars. Pictures he had in his head of Batman crawling back to him in that delicious little black number were far from the reality.

If he wanted the Bat’s attention he had to quit playing and do something big. Grab his attention. Stealing the city’s single most prized diamonds seemed like the logical thing to do.

It was truly laughable just how easy it was to slip into Gotham Jewelers undetected. After multiple robberies from his truly over the years, Taeyong couldn’t help but wonder why they never bothered to up the security. His lithe body easily sailed through the wires, not even a single scratch on him; claws cutting a perfect circle into the glass case like ribbon and snatching the necklace before she was slinking away. Right before he grappled up the ceiling grate he made sure to trip the alarm. The Bat would be there in minutes.

Opening the panel that led to the rooftop, the cat burglar easily jumped out before he actually took some time to inspect his steal. Wrapped around his neck, neon lights bounced off the glimmering diamonds as he admired himself in a puddle that had formed earlier in the day’s gloomy showers. The choker, which consisted of hundreds of intricately beaded diamonds, cost a pretty penny, but he couldn’t have given less of a shit about the price tag when her person of interest would be arriving in 3….2…..

“Thieving again, Tomcat?”

Like clockwork.

He couldn’t help the scoff that fell from his lips at his professional persona bullshit. He turned around, seeing Jaehyun’s form for the first time in awhile, some part of him wanting to run and cling to him, the other wanting to rip him to shreds. He decided on the latter. Consider it payback. “Breakups tend to make people fall back into old habits. You should know why I’m doing this more than anyone, Jaehyun.”

“I’m not here to play around, Cat. Hand over the necklace before I turn you in.” All he got in response was a raise of the burglar’s eyebrows.

“Turn me in? Oh no, you can’t do that. If I’m locked up then who's gonna play our little game of chase,” he questioned.

Let’s see,” Taeyong listed on his fingers,” Joker is in Arkham, probably running himself up the walls, Riddler is doing…Well, whatever it is Doyoungie does with his puzzles. Your little “Super Friends” are off saving the day somewhere, so sad for you, you’re out of a playmate. But put me in a cage, if that’s what you truly want. My bet is you’re just trying to get me in handcuffs again...” he trailed off, twirling his whip like a tail.

Batman visibly stiffened at the insinuation, and Tomcat purred. He’d be lying if he said a small part of him wasn’t thoroughly enjoying making this little birdy squirm. Riled up Jaehyun was always better in bed.

“Aw what’s the matter, has the reminder of our previous moonlight trysts got you hot under the cowl. We could have fun just like we used to, all you have to do is say yes.” He was a breath away from him now, daringly scraping his claws up the proud insignia splayed across the Bat’s chest.

Before he could react, a gloved hand wrapped around Cat’s neck and his back met the brick wall with a dull thud.

“What I want is the diamonds. I’m not going to ask again, kitten.”

A gasp escaped from Tomcat’s throat, roses blooming on the his cheeks at their position. God, his stubbornness was pretty fucking annoying when it was being used against him.

Cattish eyes slanted at the challenge, a growl rumbling deep within him. His razored claws didn’t penetrate the titanium tri-weave breastplate, but they still provided enough grip for him to swat Jaehyun away and glide out from under his grip. This was taking too long.

“You’ve held out longer than I thought you would. Newsflash world’s greatest detective! You’re too hard headed to see what‘s going on. I know you Jaehyun.“ Knees bent, him body coiled.

I know there’s something you want more.”

The cat pounced, paws ripping off the dark knight’s cowl and capturing his midnight lover’s lips. Provoked, Jaehyun pulled him closer by the scruff of his neck, their passionate dance of swiping tongues and nipping teeth accompanied by a symphony of pleasured groans and breathy sighs.

Slowed down to a tender waltz, the tensed crime fighter’s form went lax at the change of pace, Cat pampering him with soft pecks and kitten licks. Each note that left his mouth struck another chord within Jaehyun’s heart.

“You make it so hard to resist you,” the billionaire acquiesced.

Biting Jaehyun’s bottom lip to cause a little more mischief, the reformed thief stepped back to readjust his knight’s mask. “That’s why you love me,” he purred, smoothing his claws over Jaehyun’s cheek bones before backtracking to the edge of the roof.

“Hey pretty boy—“ Cat turned, arms spread above his head, a performer taking center stage lit up by neon lights.

“Catch me!”

Then he swandived.

Tomcat’s life had slowed down a lot since he quit the burglar business. His old schedule of dropping into banks and vaults was now exclusive to plundering criminal elite’s hideouts, which was allowed as long as she donated most of it. It earned him a reputation for being a backstabber and a traitor to his kind in the underground but every half-brain thug knew thieves were loyal to no one.

Except maybe this one to the Knight.

After a long day teaching step combinations to a bunch of chaotic and rowdy kids in his newly opened dance studio (with money earned from a cash grab from Penguin’s vault) she just wanted to curl up on the couch and watch cartoons— but nothing in his life was ever that fucking simple.

Some stupid idiot decided to break in. How ironic.

He had yet to take off his fur coat when an object in his periphery caught his gaze, the hairs on the back of his neck called to attention, eyes forming into slits. Laid poised on his four poster bed was a satin box that looked extremely out of place.

The last “gift” that was left for Tomcat on his bed sprayed chloroform in his face and she woke up dangling over a vat of acid in Ace Chemicals as bait. Not his proudest moment, but he still got a good view of the Bat’s muscles flexing when he was knocking out the Joker’s goons. If curiosity killed the cat he was sure Jaehyun would find it amusing that it was his spandex covered ass on his mind before he went out.

With caution, he raised the box up to his ear, not hearing any ticking sounds he gave it a tiny whiff and a lick, noting the absence of any chemical substance. Just to be safe, he angled his face away from the lid as he slid it off to avoid any undesirable repeat occurrences.

Nestled in the crushed velvet interior was a very familiar diamond choker, under it a receipt of purchase which he gaped at the price before crumpling it and carelessly tossing somewhere. There was a small card attached, immediately recognizing the elegant penmanship the faintest kiss of his fingertips running over the writing.

Dinner, same time as last. I look forward to seeing you in this. -J

Clasping the adornment around his neck, Cat fell back onto the sheets with a bubbly laugh, holding the card to his thrumming heart. More champagne giggles tumbled from his lips at the acknowledgement that snagging Jaehyun was her grandest heist he’d ever pulled off, his pièce de résistance complete with dimples and a savior complex. Just then he noticed his curtains fluttering, swaying from the wind entering through the cracked open window. The high-tech alarm system that must’ve cost a mini fortune sitting deactivated. He huffed, a fond grin on her porcelain features.

“Rich bastard, he owes me another one.”

Looks like the cat got the cream and gets to eat it too.