#(this is very messily worded but hey this time there's a paragraph break at least)

[lastofthe20thcenturygirls]

(ln8 spoilers) jinshi thinking except for my godly looks i am just average and then his smartass goes and kills around five birds with just one brand. someone whose status is so high that even his name can't be said by anyone except the emperor jinshi branded himself with the crest of the empress vowing loyalty to her assuring her he doesn't wants to take the place of her son. one-upping his "bro" with this who refuses to let him leave the line of succession wouldn't let him become a commoner doesn't wants to let him become a servant to the royal family. only slaves get branded and if this ever got out there will be chaos in the court. gyokuyou tho considers jinshi like a brother and he did swear loyalty to her but if she ever tried to cross his family her clan's brand on his body would be enough to prove her as an adultress which would be bad for her and her clan.

and jinshi did this in front of these two people and maomao so now she is the only one who can see him naked and the emperor cannot order him to marry anyone which was something that was definitely gonna happen had he not done what he did. as a bonus he gets to spend more time with maomao after a long time and he did all this while saying the exact words: empress gyokuyou, your enemy i shall never be in front of maomao reassuring her because she once muttered i don't want to be an enemy to empress gyokuyou and he had heard her but before he could tell her that he had no intention of doing that either he couldn't because of the lishu incident. one of the major reasons maomao hadn't accepted her own feelings for jinshi one of the obstacles he promised to remove for her. even though he doesn't even know that maomao's concerns about her becoming gyokuyou's enemy had to do with his birth secret his true status. that no matter what he is the rightful successor. something jinshi himself isn't even aware of and yet without knowing that he did this to deal with it all in a single way most preferable to him: masochism

[thingsanddreamsandstuff]

Ma'am I just discovered your fic, But in the end in Wonderland, we both went mad. I literally read the entire thing in one sitting and I am in desperate need of some therapy after that cliffhanger you have left the fic on. I would like to ask if you are still working on it. I must find out weather or not I must forcefully forget the last few paragraphs and let myself believe that its a happy ending, or if you have more of that absolutely golden plot worked out and in the works.

Hi there!! Thank you for this supersweet message! I’m so happy you liked this story! (But also slightly worried about you if you read all of that in one setting, it’s like a bazillion words at this point.) I promise you the next chapters are coming! And to prove that to you, I’ll include a snippet of the next chapter here ;)

Thank you for all the love!!! 

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Wonderland Chapter 15

“Alex?”

“Hmm?”

“I think one of our phones is ringing.”

“Let it ring.”

“Babe.”

“I’m serious, people can figure out their problems without me for once.”

“But what if it’s serious?”

“This is serious.”

Sam giggled and lifted the blanket up, revealing Alex, her head just above Sam’s hipbones, toying with the hem of Sam’s black panties.

“Alex.”

“What?” Alex whined. “They’ll call back!”

“I love you,” Sam said with a crooked smile, “but it could be Ruby. I’m picking up.”

Alex groaned, but rolled off Sam, lying on her back.

“Sure, just leave me here all by my lonesome,” she pouted. “I can take it.”

“You’ll survive, big, tough Director Danvers.”

She pushed the blanket over Alex, whose feet stuck out from under the duvet.

“You say that,” Alex’s muffled voice complained, “but I’m about to hit a real dry spell here.”

“Dry spell,” Sam shook her head, tiptoeing over to their pile of stuff messily pushed into a corner of the room. “There hasn’t been a dry moment in here since you came over three days ago!”

Sam checked her phone.

“Oh,” she hummed. “False alarm. Lena’s just postponed the meeting with some investors. Meaning, I don’t have a zoom call this afternoon.”

Alex threw the duvet off her head.

“So you can stay in bed all afternoon?” she asked hopefully.

Sam laughed.

“So I can stay in bed for a little longer.”

“Well hey!” Alex said enthusiastically, turning on her side. “If that isn’t the best news you’ve delivered all day!”

Sam looked over at Alex who was winking at her – badly – and throwing her a salacious smirk.

“You, Alexandra Danvers, are the absolute worst.”

Alex fell down on the bed and bit her lip, beaming.

“So I’ve heard,” she murmured.

“Now,” she slapped the duvet, “put down the phone and come back to bed! I’ve still got things to show you!”

Sam laughed and put down her phone next to Alex’s.

“Hey, babe.”

She frowned, picking up Alex’s phone.

“You’ve got two missed calls.”

“Work?” Alex piped up.

“No, your mom.”

“Ugh,” Alex groaned, throwing the blanket back over her head.

“She misses you,” Sam said, walking back over to the bed.

“Uhu,” Alex deadpanned from under her fortress of blankets.

“Babe,” Sam said, throwing her legs over Alex’s form.

She settled down and slowly tugged the blanket away from Alex’s flushed face.

“You should call your mom.”

“Don’t wanna,” Alex pouted.

“You know,” Sam said, raising an eyebrow. “If Ruby ever left this house and refused to call me – ”

“If ever?”

Sam hit her head with a pillow.

“Awtch!”

“Then I would hunt her down with the FBI, CIA, and D.E.O. in tow to make sure she wasn’t missing or murdered!”

“And your point being?” Alex asked grumpily, rubbing her head.

“Call your mom!” Sam said.

Alex sighed.

“Fine, in a minute! But first – ”

Sam shrieked when Alex turned them over, and her back bounced on the mattress.

“I wasn’t quite finished yet.”

Sam threw her head back in laughter when Alex attacked her face and neck with a million kisses, wondering how she’d ever gotten so lucky.

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“Have you heard from Kara lately?”

Alex sighed and shook her head, sipping her coffee.

They’d finally managed to get out of bed. Alex was sitting on a chair by the counter wearing nothing but a white sport’s bra and some joggings, while Sam walked around in her underwear and Alex’s open button-up.

The sunlight brought a golden tint to Sam’s hair, and Alex had to look at her own mug to concentrate again.

“No,” she said, putting her mug down on Sam’s counter. “I’ve tried to call her a couple of times, but it just goes to voicemail. She doesn’t want to talk.”

Sam kissed Alex’s neck, warm from the sunlight shining through the window.

“She’ll be okay,” Sam whispered.

“I know,” Alex said, letting Sam envelop her in a hug. “It’s just… we always work through our break-ups together. We might need some time… but we always talk about things? And now…”

Alex sighed.

“Now she won’t even send me a text to tell me she’s okay.”

Sam hummed. Her hands came together to rest on Alex’s abdomen, caressing her softly.

“Maybe she doesn’t want to talk,” Sam murmured in Alex’s hair. “You could call Eliza? Just to ask how Kara’s doing? That way Kara doesn’t have to explain herself, but you at least take some doubts away, no?”

Alex’s hands joined Sam’s.

“Yeah,” she whispered, turning her head. “Maybe.”

“Good,” Sam smiled.

They kissed, and Alex felt herself relax just a little.

“She’ll be okay,” Sam murmured against Alex’s lips. “How could she not be when she’s got you looking out for her like that?”

Alex grinned, her teeth bumping against Sam’s.

“Thank you.”

“For the sex? Oh, anytime, babe. Literally, no problem,” Sam teased.

Alex rolled her eyes.

“For what?” Sam asked kissing the spot behind Alex’s ear.

Alex sighed softly, basking in Sam around her.

“For keeping me sane,” she breathed.

Sam chuckled and pressed a kiss behind Alex’s ear.

“Anytime,” she murmured.

They both groaned when they heard another phone ring.

“Go talk to your mother,” Sam said with a kiss, before walking to the fridge.

“It could be Ruby,” Alex tried half-heartedly.

Sam glared at her over her shoulder and Alex sighed in defeat.

“Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled, “I’m going.”

“There’s a good girl,” Sam said with a smirk.

Alex threw her a look before going into the bedroom, followed by Sam’s laughter.

“Christ,” Alex mumbled, walking back out with her phone in her hand. “She’s called five times now! The woman needs a hobby.”

Sam rolled her eyes as Alex called her mother back. She picked up at the first ring.

“Mom? Yeah, you called?”

She rolled her eyes over-exaggeratedly at Sam for just a moment.

“Can’t you just ask Kara herself? Maybe she went for a walk.”

Alex smiled at Sam for one last second – before she suddenly stilled. Her next words were eerily cold. Scared, Sam would later think.

“What do you mean you can’t reach her? Did she go outside?”

Sam waited. She waited and could feel the onset of something she couldn’t quite pinpoint – but something undisputedly bad taking shape in her apartment. She could only stand there, frozen, as Alex suddenly became very, very pale.

“Because she’s with you,” Alex said slowly. “Right? I mean… she’s… home.”

The voice on the other end of the line became louder, and Sam watched with growing fear as Alex’s eyes widened and her entire body froze.

“Because she left for Midvale three days ago,” Alex said louder. “She said so herself! She left me a message – I… what are you saying?”

Alex paused while Eliza continued talking.

“Well if she’s not with you, then where is she?”

[ajokeformur-ray]

Baby, you’re fucking gorgeous// Joker x Reader//

Okay, so this one wasn’t requested but I have to get it out of my system. Every time I look at Joker, I blush like crazy and I just know that smug bastard would enjoy the attention. And so, this little imagine was born. Hopefully it’s as good as the Arthur Fleck ones I’ve written, because I haven’t written for Joker before. Let me know what you think!

Summary: You’re still unused to Joker… his mannerisms, his physical appearance, and you. Can’t. Stop. STARING. He notices, of course he does, but he subtly teases you until finally, oh, finally, you just can’t take it anymore. Are you in for a long night? Oh, most definitely.

TW; swearing, smoking (Joker), err… soft smut, teasing Joker. Mentions of Arthur’s malnutrition in real terms; if it upsets you or may potentially trigger you, then please skip the asterisked (*) paragraph. The asterisks are placed immediately before and after the paragraph. No critical plot info. is in that paragraph! I will signal its finish with another asterisk at the end. 

word count: 1,560

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Oh, help you. 

Arthur Fleck, your beloved significant other, had only just recently, in the last few days, completed his gradual but inevitable transition into Joker. You had come home one night expecting to see a bare faced, very weary and tired Arthur greet you at the door, but instead you had opened the door and before you had even shut it behind you, hands had grabbed your face and pulled you into a huge messy kiss; traces of greasepaint all over your face. 

You had stepped back to see an exuberant Arthur. “Hey, Arthur!” 

 Arthur had smiled softly at you, his eyes so kind and gentle, but he had shaken his head patiently. He had known that you wouldn’t know who he was, and that it would take time before you could tell his personas apart. “When I’m like this, call me Joker, darling.” Then he had burst into laughter, the sound loud and bouncing off the walls; it was freer and more genuine than you had ever heard him before. You had accepted this new persona without question, only wanting him to be happy, and that was that. Some days you didn’t know who would greet you at the door. It didn’t matter, though, so long as you saw your enigmatic love at each day’s end. 

Despite your bravado in front of Joker, you still weren’t acclimatised to him. You had seen glimpses of him over the months, flashes of his confidence had shone through Arthur and you had found yourself malfunctioning, blushing too badly to be able to look Arthur in the eye. It had excited you, though a deeper and easier to hide part of you had worried for the future of Arthur Fleck… would you still be a part of it? Would he still love you as this new person came into light? 

As such, you had a problem. Only days before had you met Joker, and now with you sat on the sofa watching Joker dancing without music, his own eerie but liberating rhythm playing on a seeming loop in his complex and twisted mind, you were mesmerised. You were caught like a fly in a web. You hadn’t been able to look away from him all day. Arthur was devastatingly beautiful but Joker… oh, Joker was ethereal. You loved him. To love Arthur was to love Joker, he was the same man, and you had been conflicted about loving Joker initially but, like all other potentially bad decisions in your life, you had chucked yourself down the rabbit hole head first. You could only hope that Joker would catch you, just as Arthur had.

As Joker turned with stilted movements, he spotted you staring. He raised an eyebrow, winked at you and then carried on dancing like nothing had happened. You quickly grabbed the nearest cushion, burying your face in it to muffle the strange noise that left your throat, but also the blush that spread like wild fire across your face. He was fucking gorgeous.

You squeezed the pillow just a bit harder on your face, biting your lip to further muffle the second squeak that left you. Arthur had been able to make you blush with just a straight face but Joker… Joker knew what he did to you without even trying, and it seemed as though he had already figured out that this new persona, his truest and freest self, was your greatest weakness.

You inhaled the scent of cigarettes and your love as you released the cushion and stood, intent on going to the kitchen to get some food for yourself and Joker. Even now, he took very poor care of himself, but he lavished you with everything. It was frustrating, but you supposed that you could take care of the two of you. Joker already worked so hard to support you as a small family, so the least you could do was to do your share.

*

You turned to the barely stocked fridge, thinking of what kind of meal you could make with what was in there. You had the ingredients for a basic pasta bake, so that was what you set your mind to. Arthur couldn’t eat much of anything at all, his body so used to starvation and malnourished from such a young age that even slightly rich foods could make him sick; his body unable to digest it, and you had quickly had to adapt to his body’s needs.

*

You turned to the oven, your mind still fixated on the haunting images of Joker dancing to music that was in his very soul, and began to make dinner. A soft, low humming had replaced the silence in the apartment, and you found your body reaction to Joker’s music. Your hips wanted to sway, your head wanted to tilt up towards the ceiling so you could listen better, and as you set the pan down for the pasta bake, large hands seized your shoulders; spinning you around into a dance.

You were too preoccupied with the way that Joker’s eyes stared into your own to notice what he was doing with your body; turning it this way and that, spinning you, and dancing with you like Fred and Ginger. 

“Like what you see?”

You blushed as Joker winked, and he laughed. There was a tinge of hysteria to his laughter, but you didn’t mind. Laughter was better than sorrow, and you had long since learned the different emotions behind every laugh that Arthur had.

Two could play at the confidence game… Arthur and now Joker were able to read your body language with a single glance in your direction, so intuitive was he. If he could tease you, knowing exactly what he was doing but being less suppressible than Arthur so he could enjoy what he did to you, then you could use a little bravado of your own. You made yourself, with the low stirrings of lust mixing with love and affection in your gut, look Joker full in the face. You allowed the blush to rise, resisted the urge to cover your face with your hands, and let Joker see.

 You even squeaked again, much to your mortification and Joker’s amusement. You cleared your throat, drew some more strength from that familiar touch you swore you could feel even in your dreams, and said, “Baby, you’re fucking gorgeous!” 

“Have you started dinner yet, kitten?“ 

You shook your head. "No. Just about to st -" 

"Save it. I know what I’m hungry for and it’s not pasta.” Joker gave you that look and you made a mental note to clear tomorrow’s schedule. You’d be walking and sitting funny for the rest of the week, if memory served you well. Last time he had looked at you in that way, with such blatant want and fire in his eyes, you had had sex multiple times in one night… every time you had started to drift off, he had woken you up with a demanding kiss and praises whispered in your ear.

“Hey, uh, J-joker?” You stuttered over his name, your eyes still on his, and he winked at you, his smirk widening. The cocky bastard was not helping you at all and he fucking knew it. 

“Yes, dearest?”

“Do you even know how beautiful you are?”

Joker’s smirk widened to almost ear to ear (though his makeup made that illusion even stronger) and one arm slipped around your waist, pulling you tightly into him. His other arm gracefully came up and over his head, his fingers dangling loosely in the air. and he slowly lowered you into a dip. Where had this strength came from? Hovering above you, Joker’s eyes softened and he almost looked like Arthur again. It was a close enough resemblance that it made you want to cry. Where was your sweet man? Where had he gone? Did he still love you? You would never stop loving Arthur, no matter who he turned into, but you couldn’t confidently say the same about Joker. 

You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him badly. Joker must have read it on your face, for his eyes flickered down to your lips and his smirk faded as he just stared at you. 

“Joker?” He was starting to make you nervous, and you got up to move, to leave, but his fingers dug almost painfully into your hips and his lips descended upon yours messily. His kiss was greedy, his tongue pushing its way past your lips. He kissed you like it was the last time he’d ever get to kiss you, and it was with a surprising show of strength that he murmured, “Jump”, against your lips, and lifted you so that your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. 

Without breaking the kiss, Joker somehow managed to carry you seamlessly through the flat, unfaltering in his step despite how your body obscured his vision. It was with great faith in his muscle memory that he navigated the two of you to the bedroom. He roughly shoved you off him and you landed on the bed. Your body didn’t cease bouncing before he was on you like a lion pouncing on his prey, and his lips seized yours again, his face paint smearing all over yours.

You were in for a long night.