yona049

[yona049]

【ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ】

✨Collection of short fic's with potentially continuing parts depending on feedback. ✨

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𝙰𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚐

Sherlock x Germaphobe Oc

Themes : Germaphobia, deduction, enemies to lovers, BBC Sherlock, grumpy Sherlock

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙹𝚎𝚍𝚒 𝙴𝚛𝚊

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Oc

Themes : The use of the force, old friends, the dark side, secret longing.

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𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚡 𝚐𝚗! 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Themes : Cosmophobia. Aliens, Space travel, fluff

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙽𝚎𝚠 𝙹𝚎𝚍𝚒 𝙴𝚛𝚊

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Oc

Part 1 /?

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Disclaimer!

°Mentions of fire injuries

°Burns Scarring

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"Keep up, Ben!"

The little girl laughs while they run though the grassy fields. Giggles filling the cool air of Ossus. A planet that Luke Skywalker Created his own jedi temple on, training other young and upcoming jedi like Ben and Liita.

She looks back at Ben who quickly overtakes her on their run. His head high and cocky as he now looks back at her.

She squints with a smirk and reaches out into the distance, focusing as she runs with careful eyes. With a instant tug of her hand, a rock hits Ben's foot, throwing him off balance.

He was sent tumbling into the grass with annoyed growl. But easily reaches out to her before he yanked Liita down with him using the force, both of them rolling into a laughing mingled mess.

Finally coming to a stop, she sends a punch into Ben's shoulder while they lay in the dirt.

"I'm going to kill you! You ruined by robes! Master Skywalker won't be happy!"

Ben snorts and pushes himself up to lay back on his arms.

"Well, you started it! Besides, you ruined mine first. I should scold you like the child you are!"

Lii rolls her eyes and rests her head on her arms, laying on her stomach.

"Just because you're 17 doesn't mean you can scold me!"

Ben chuckles and ruffles her hair with a cheeky grin.

"I'm still three years older than you, Ewok!"

She gasps the second the name came from his mouth. Yes, Ewok's are adorable, but surely he meant it as an insult.

She pouted angrily, only to get a boop on the forehead.

"See? You even pout like one!" he teases again.

His teasing makes her smack his hand away.

"You're mean, Ben Solo."

"And you're adorable, Liita Dameron."

Her pout fades into a little blush that she quickly hides in her arms. Ben only smiles, giving her head a little rub.

That's how it went, day after day. Training as a Padawan to soon became a Jedi of the new era.

Somehow, that all came to an end.

Six years later, Ben burned down the Ossus temple, almost killing master Luke, and finally, taking the lives of any trainee that wouldn't follow him to the darkness.

Liita Watched him from between the flames, her eyes watering from the smoke and her saber gripped tightly in her hand.

She looked to Ben for help. But Ben wasn't there anymore. Somone else was. Reaching out to her, eyes pleading for her to join him. Join him or else he'd have to do something he didn't want to.

She couldn't see the light in him anymore. So instead of taking his hand, she retreated deeper into the screaming flames. Trying to find a way out.

But Ben...

But Kylo wouldn't let her run. He pulled rubble down and onto her, leaving her buried. As a lover, and now a memory.

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Poe Dameron sat infront of a dark screen. His foot tapping eagerly and his eyes trained.

"C'mon, C'mon. Where are you!"

He mumbles eagerly while his teeth bit into his lip.

The resistance around him, rushing to fix ships and prepare any other weapons for battle.

D'Qar. The Resistance Base for the time being.

The screen he watched was balanced on some crates for a make shift table and a crate for a chair.

"She'll be there, Poe." A gentle voice and hand on his shoulder comforts him.

General Leia glanced at the screen then back to Poe.

"You know she has to be careful, if she gets caught talking to the resistance, she'll be killed instantly."

Poe grits his teeth and replies.

"Or tortured."

Leia sighs and pats his shoulder again.

"She's trained with the force, Poe. She wouldn't give in that easily. She can resist a trooper's torture."

"It's not a trooper I'm worried about. It's him." Poe says bluntly.

Before Leia could even try to form a reply, silence filled her vocals instead. She couldn't argue, because he was right to worry.

Just then, the screen zips to life! Poe almost leaps as he grabs the screen with both hands.

"Liita!"

The room was dark, and she wore a first order general's uniform to blend in.

_"Shh! "I'm Alright, Poe. Don't shout like an idiot, little brother!"_ she scolds, but smiles nonetheless.

Poe finally takes a breath, his hands relaxing back into his lap.

"You almost missed the check in time. I thought..."

_"Hey! Don't even start with that! I wouldn't have volunteered if I didn't know what I was doing."_

She smiles, lifting the hat off hurt head. Skin burnt, hidden beneath her uniform showing as she shifted.

"Yeah, about that. You ok?"

_"Well, I haven't gotten caught yet! Aslong as I stay to the lower ranks and avoid higher ups, I can easily charm my way into making everyone believe I've always been here."_

She sneakily lifts her hand, giving it a easy wave and teasing.

_" You don't need to see my identification. We've been friends for years."_ She mocks her recent use of the force.

Poe chuckles, knowing his sister was trained for many years by a master Jedi. But his smile fades as new worry fills his mind.

"Talk to me, Lii. Anything new?"

_"No. The Resistance base is safe for now. They suspect nothing."_

Poe smiles warmly, his body at ease before placing his hand on the side of the screen again. His eyes growing serious.

"And you? Are you ever gonna come home, where it's safe?"

Liita paused for a second, glancing back into the dark room she was hidden in.

_"I... I can't, Poe. There's so much I can do here. So much pain I can inflict under their imperial armor."_

"Pain?" Poe calls her out. The sudden drop in her stomach makes her realize what she sounded like.

She quickly looks back at him.

_"Not what I meant! Don't do that! Don't make me paranoid. I'll never turn to the dark side! You know that."_

Poe watches her for a moment. She was in their colors. She was now in their ranks. No back up. Noone to balance her out.

"Ok... Just please be careful. And don't forget who's waiting for ya ok? Don't forget me and BB8." he quips some humor into their call.

Liita laughs. For the first time in a while, but it's all ended when suddenly a red light beams though the room.

_"I have to go, Poe!"_

Poe feels his jaw clench again. He would never know if she's ok in these times. But he needed to trust in her.

"May the force be with you, Lii."

She gave him a little nod before switching off the screen.

She needed to be quick. Stashing her Resistance devices in a hidden compartment in the Storage closet she was in.

She grabs her hat, pushing it firmly onto her head, leaping into the shining black hallways.

She was a Resistance spy in the heart of a first order fighter. An untrained Padawan with the hope of a Rebel.

She watched as Storm troopers and generals alike lined up on either side of the hallway.

She joined them swiftly, standing at attention. Hands on her sides and head held high. She needed to play the part now.

Like the red sea, soldiers parted at the sound of oncoming boots.

She watched his mask appear around a corner. Black eyes and breathing mechanism. Rumored to be a copy of his grandfather's.

Kylo Ren.

That's what he called himself now.

She stood straight as he walked by, unmoving and blending in with the others. But she kept her eyes on him, trying to find any speck of the Ben she knew. She hadn't seen his face for six long years, her heart longed to hold him again.

Suddenly Ben stopped and Liita flinched herself out of her trance.

She took a slow breath, filling her head with a blank slate. Images of the storm troopers. The TIE fighters and paperwork. A blank slate with no sign of the resistance or the force.

Once again her eyes go numb and her smile fades.

Kylo remains still for just a moment more, before continuing his angry stride.

Liita couldn't let him notice her. Not her face, not her voice, not the force that flows though her.

But for General Leia, she promised to keep an eye on him. And maybe she promised herself that too.

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𝙰𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚐

Sherlock x Germaphobe Oc

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°Germaphobia trigger

°Teasing

°Sherlock's harshness

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221B. An unusually quiet apartment filled with the occasional creaking floor board. Until the creaks become hurried and suddenly long legs stride up the stairs.

The door flies open with Sherlock walking hastily though it.

"Watson! I need a three pronged fork and two, blue, rubber ducks!"

The apartment messy as usual. Watson among the messy papers, holding a teacup in his hand. His eyes filled with hopeless irritation, watching the floor as Sherlock chatters on.

"Sherlock." Watson tries his luck to get Sherlock's attention.

"Not yellow! Blue rubber ducks!" Sherlock ignores, simply striding towards the desk, over the mess with easy legs.

It's only when he hears an unfamiliar snort from the kitchen, that he looks up.

A woman standing beside the sink, drying her hands after having washed them.

"Who is that?" Sherlock questions plainly after the newcomer suddenly didn't hold his interest anymore.

Watson sets his cup down and stands up somewhat awkwardly.

"This is.. Ehem.. you're new room mate." he explains, using his usual stutter. Silently apologizing to the woman for Sherlock's manners.

"Dalicy." She steps closer, crossing her arms, watching Sherlock fidget with something on the desk.

Sherlock looks her over with a judgmental glare, then back at Watson, ignoring her introduction completely.

"MY new roommate?"

"Well Sherlock, you never showed up for interviews. So like the good friend I am, I did them for you." Watson pushes his hands into his pockets, giving a shrug.

Sherlock is now silent. Simply walking closer to this stranger, crossing her arms and mirroring her.

His much taller form stood frozen for a second, only studying her smirk. Was she taunting him? Or did she simply want him to think she knew something he didn't? Annoying.

"Germaphobe."

"Sherlock-" Watson scolds.

But Sherlock speaks too quickly.

"Your hands are dry and over washed. Not to mention the strong smell of hand sanitizer, as you use it often. Moments ago you were washing your hands when normally people wouldn't do that on a regular basis. Not to mention the bubble soap has been rubbed into foam with your harsh rubbing. "

Watson pinches his nose bridge, feeling very embarrassed, but he should've seen this coming. Sherlock was using his usual method to scare off new people.

Dalicy took a moment to keep her smirk, only to snort again.

"Well played, mister Holmes. But actually..." she pauses finding her words.

"I'm glad you've done my reading. Now I can clean the apartment without your permission."

Sherlock glares at her statement.

This... Woman!

She simply brushed off his deduction. No offended glare, or surprise in her eyes. Why was her lack of reaction so irritating?

"No. Leave everything as is." he spits, watching her wander to the front of the fire place.

Dalicy glances at him over her shoulder, making sure hes watching as her hand lifts a paper off the shelf and placing it on another stack. A minor shifting of an object.

Watson smiles at her little defiant action, but clears his throat when Sherlock gives him a Mom-she's-mean look.

Watson shrugs and sits back in his chair.

"She's paying for half of this apartment, Sherlock. She's like Mary. Can't get pushed around. That's why I chose her."

Sherlock gives his head an annoyed scratch, ruffling his curly locks.

"Fine! But if she touches my skull I'm-"

"This skull?" She giggled, catching Sherlock's quick head snap.

She smiles at the skull, giving it a gentle boop on where it's nose would be.

"He looks like a Bartholomew. Or maybe a Montgomery?"

Sherlock growls, pushing her hand away and cradling his skull quickly.

"Don't name my skull!"

Dalicy could only smile at his behavior, spinning on her heel to sit on Sherlock's chair. Her head lazily laying on her curled fingers.

"So easy to annoy. I think this will be a fun Chapter. Don't you agree?"

Sherlock scowled down at her the skull still clutched in his one hand.

"Fun.." He repeats the word, but his tone meant the exact opposite.

He walks off with an annoyed growl, making his way to Mother again to complain.

Dalicy keeps her smirk, until her phone vibrates in her pocket. Giving it a sideways glance, her eyes darken at the sight of the message.

ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴜɢ.

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[yona049]

𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Part 6

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Disclaimer!

>Relationship that some might find problematic.

>Face wound/cut

>Sword fighting

>Work of fiction!!! Not to be taken seriously.

>This has evolved into its own story, if its not something you're interested in, feel free to skip this one and check out some other fics on my page! °v°

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"UGH!" His voice rattles the windows, papers and books flung across the study.

Aloïs. Former lover to Y/n, Opera house costume designer, nobleman who was presumed dead. All titles he was ready to use to his will.

"Sir! We've searched the tavern, every room that isn't burnt in the theater-" the officer pleads.

"Then you didn't look HARD enough!" Aloïs scolds, taking a shaky breath while leaning over the desk.

Y/n's blue ballgown clutched in his hand.

Y/n.

His Y/n was taken like he feared so long ago.

His vest and tie ripped off with aggression. Hair that was once pulled back, now a rough state of frustration.

"Monsieur, we don't know where they are." the officer repeats calmly.

Aloïs's breaths heavy as he thinks, holding the dress to his temple as if it would help him think. His teeth grind together before he forces words though them.

"I know where they are! Just not how to get there!"

His fist hits the desk with heavy impact.

"The tunnels are intricate! Hard to follow! The only way to know how to get there is a we'd already been-" his voice stops when realization hits him.

"Already been there." he continues quietly.

It starts small, a maddening chuckle to some realization he had.

"Very well! I will play your game. You'll be certain to attend." Aloïs mutters, but his words weren't directed to the officer.

The officer somewhat follows Aloïs's insane ramblings before adding his own plans.

"We are certain the police is there, We are certain that they are armed."

"The curtain falls. His rain will end."

Aloïs gives the dress in his palm one final squeeze before swiftly tossing it to the side and walking toward the exit.

"Ready my carriage! To the De Chagny Estate. Hurry!"

Fury rising and his anger restless as he made his way. However, Across the city of Paris, warmth spread though the cave walls.

Her fingertips ran across the small stage, crafted with dolls, chairs and a fire pit at the center. A deliberate and detailed play by the name of 'Don Juan Triumphant'.

A trap set to capture the beautiful Opera singer Christine Daaé and bring her to the lair that Y/n now stood in.

"So... This is where... everything happened?" she asks more carefully than she'd admit.

Eyes darting between the dreaded Phantom and the model stage.

She wasn't afraid of him. Not anymore. But she was still getting used to it, the feeling of knowing it was him. The man she feared had snaked into her heart under the mask of Erik. Ironic.

His arms crossed, his back leaning against the wall and studying eyes following her every movement.

"Yes. When I wasn't hidden in the tunnels of the Theater. I was here. Planning, crafting, writing."

Y/n felt an estranged giggle bubble though her stomach.

He was a gentleman of many talents. She almost wondered how someone like him would get shunned by society, for what was only skin deep. Shunned for a distorted face.

Well...

Besides the murders.

"Is that all you did? Scheme and write?" she finally could tease him a bit. Tension leaving her with every glance.

"Opposed to sleeping and eating..." he starts his reply.

Pushing off the wall, he uncrosses his arms only to wrap them back around her waist. Her baggy trousers and shirt folding beneath his strong back hug.

"But I can't say that the years of boredom weren't worth it. As a result, I have you here, in my arms."

Her eyes roll from his cheesy words, glancing back at him with her hands on his.

"I'm still angry with you. I see though your cuddly tricks, Monsieur."

Erik looked like a pouty puppy, but just for a second before he effortlessly lifts her up, swinging her in a few circles.

"Perhaps this will persuade you!" he toys with her.

And again, the butterflies in her stomach forced a laugh to escape her, her eyes closed and she holds on for dear life.

"Erik! Stop! Stop! Your leg!" Her voice objects, laughs echoing though the cave.

A small, elegant, spin turned her back to face him and her feet back on the ground.

"My darling Y/n, My pain is easily snuffed out by your beautiful symphony of laughter." he confesses, adding a small kiss to sweeten his words.

Y/n melts only a little at the gentleness of his kiss. Her heart pounding and sending a small flush to her cheeks. He had a way of so easily normalizing their kisses after just recently having their first.

She was about to continue this little banter when something catches her eye.

A dark hallway behind a broken mirror, red curtains almost made it completely hidden.

"What... is that?" she hesitates to ask, again, but this time from curiosity.

Erik sighs quietly. Only stepping away from her for a moment to drop the red curtain completely. Hushing the doorway into the past. Where it belonged.

"It was my escape once."

Y/n could tell, it wasn't a subject he'd like to discuss, it was a day of pain for most residents of the theater. Her included.

She only cups his cheek, pulling his eyes back to hers and placing the smallest kiss on his eyelid.

"Well, we best not make a fuss about it then. After all! You promised me a meal, Monsieur."

His smile returns as soon as the words leave her mouth.

A foot crossing behind the other, a gentle bow of his head and a offered hand make Y/n smile all the more.

"Very well, Mademoiselle. Dinner is served."

She took his hand without hesitation, eyes soft as she watched his eyes.

He'd changed so much from the man he once was all those months ago.

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"Masquerade! Every face a different shade! Masquerade! Look around there's another mask behind you." the singers sung their part.

Y/n smiled, even tho it was behind the face of a weeping mask. Her dance moves following her fellow dancers at her side with elegance and joy.

The floors covered in golden confetti while elegant dancers filled the marble steps of the theater.

Christine was Secretly engaged at this point in time. The managers were giving higher pay and their moods had never been so brilliant. Even Aloïs seemed to be filled with joy for once.

The masquerade was going so well. Y/n had never been happier to dance on thw golden steps while others enjoyed a nightly drink.

Her unbreathable corset was the only problem then, until someone pushed past Y/n, and took its place.

A large man, wrapped in a red coat that burnt like fire among the plain white and black's of the dancers clothing. An elegant mask covered the most of his face. A skull design to frighten onlookers. Blade at his side and a cape following him like a trail of blood.

His steps quiet as he found his way to the center of the grand steps.

The Phantom had returned.

Y/n opened her mouth to call out! To warn someone! But suddenly, a hand wrapped around her mouth.

"Don't interfere, Y/n." Aloïs growled quietly behind her, his eyes narrow while watching the masked man.

He was shushing her? Why! Did he not want her to catch the attention of the Phantom?

"Why so Silent, good messieurs? Did you think that I have left you for good?" The phantom sings, his footsteps heavy on the stairs and upon each person's ears.

Y/n watched in simple silence as he suddenly threw his masterpiece, 'Don Juan Triumphant', onto the floor.

He approached each of the lead cast members. Charlotta, Piangi and even the managers got instructed by him.

With each of his demands, Aloïs's grip on Y/n's mouth grew stronger. Perhaps he could feel the adrenaline build in her blood. Her anger and want to cut this criminal down.

"As for our star, Christine Daaé..."

Y/n felt her eyes narrow as he approached their lead singer. Christine's body frozen in fear and curiosity.

"Let me go, Aloïs!" Y/n growls quietly, shoving and pushing at him.

"No! Let him have her!" Aloïs holds her waist with his arms, yanking her further and further back.

"... Or he might have you instead!"

His words suddenly stunned Y/n. 'Have her instead?' Whats that supposed to mean? Why would the Phantom at all try to take her instead of Christine.

Confusion takes her gaze back to the masked killer.

A red suit, and skull defining mask, purposefully made to show the angry monster he wanted everyone to see. But there was something beneath it. His eyes longed for her, for Christine.

When Christine stepped closer to him. All eyes were on her, all but Y/n's.

Y/n's eyes were lured towards The Phantom.

His body language, the look of surprise when Christine showed little fear, captivated Y/n. Her throat tightened when sadness filled her body.

He... He was terrified. Scared of Christine, not the other way around. Y/n could tell just by watching those darkened eyes. He loved her so much, even going to far as to fear her gentle eyes.

But just as suddenly as his vulnerability showed, so did it dissappear again. His hand aggressively plucking the ring, hanging from Christine's neck, off.

"You're chains are still mine! You belong to me!" he snapped at her and suddenly vanished into the hole ground.

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Y/n's body jerks awake, her eyes open wide for just a moment before she grumbles.

The cave echoing around her and the heavy structure creaking above.

She closes her eyes and touching her surroundings to find her bearings. Palm gently pressed onto a firm surface.

"A nightmare?" The gentlest voice reaches her ears. Heavy and deep.

She smiles before her eyes open again. Her firm little pillow ended up being his shoulder.

"No, just a memory."

Y/n reaches to cup his burnt cheek, giving it a soothing stroke.

His hand around her torso, keeping her close to his side.

"It was about you actually." She whispers, matching his soft tone.

Their meal had lead to a comfortable sleep in his shell shaped bed. And she'd been in his arms for hours since. Simply curling into each other's silent grasp.

"Oh? About me."

"Yes. The night of the masquerade. You scared Aloïs to death. He wouldn't let me get near you."

"Scared." the words leave his tongue like a dragging blade.

"He should've been. That day I was furious." Erik confesses, his fingers rubbing soothing circles onto her hip.

"And you? Were you scared, Ma chanson?"

The nickname caught her off guard. 'My Song' How he could make her smile so easily, she'd never know.

"No. At least, not completely scared."

Her arms push her body up. At least enough to meet his eyes at his level.

"I was curious. You seemed so angry. But I saw the sadness you tried to hide. It broke a bit of my heart."

She pouts only a bit, carefully nuzzling her nose against his before whispering her little Confession.

"I never want to see it again."

Her little pout made Erik chuckle, but her whisper was his tipping point. Compelling him to kiss her lips in the most gentle way.

"My Darling. If you'll allow me see those beautiful eyes every day, I will never have another reason to feel despair again."

Y/n watched him for a moment before giggling into his shirt, hiding the blush on her face.

Erik was fully prepared to tease her with loving words for the rest of the day. Until a sound in the distance echoed into the cave.

His eyes switch suddenly, narrow and agitated.

"What was that?"

Y/n asks, sitting up and watching him easily leap from the bed.

"Someone's here."

Y/n leaps from the bedding aswell, her bare feet against the stone floor as she follows behind him.

Erik is quick to take his mask and sword out of instinct, except this time, he's not fighting for his own safety. He's fighting for Y/n's aswell.

Y/n takes the candle stand she used before. Hands gripping onto the golden metal, eyes narrow as the footsteps approached.

Y/n felt her nerves build more and more, until finally, a black boot caught her attention from behind the open sewer gate.

Erik growls, leaping forward and though the water, his fist clenched around the gate lever, refusing to let Y/n be taken again.

Except a voice stops him. A sweet melodic song, echoing peacefully through the cave.

"Angel of music, Guide and Guardian."

Y/n's eyes widen as suddenly as her throat tightens. A voice that once made her dance so beautifully, now made her heart twist into fear. That voice could so easily take him from her.

"Christine..." Erik whispers, his hand drifting away from the lever, and his body turning towards the entrance.

There she was. Her gown exquisite as her beauty. Eyes innocent and glittering. The Viscount Raoul de Chagny, not far behind, simply there as Christine's guard.

Eric didn't look away. Not once. He craved her presence for months since the Opera house burnt down. She'd been his only strength, for aslong as he could remember.

The silence was thick in the cave, Y/n's pounding heart in her ears and her eyes glued to Erik.

It's true she trusted him. She knew he loved her, but deep down, Christine would always have a lingering place in his heart.

Y/n wanted to be selfish, to grab his hand and yank his attention back onto her, kiss him and never let him forget how she loved him.

But she couldn't do that. Not to him, he'd been forced to hide for long enough. He needed to see her. Atleast once more.

Aloïs took this opportunity to stalk around the center attraction. Making his way to his target. Y/n.

Erik was memorized, engulfed in the memories of Christine rushing through his mind. His eyes taut in her direction.

Christine delicately pushed Raoul's hand from her wrist, stepping closer and into the water.

"Don't do this, my angel. Don't take another innocent woman. She's not me." Christine tries to reason, only knowing what Aloïs had told her.

That the Phantom of the Opera had taken another innocent woman. And this made Christine feel responsible.

Erik seemingly comes back to is senses again. After hearing that last sentence, his eyes shift back to the water. Silent for a second.

Then his chuckle broke the silence. A chilling echo.

"You're right, Christine."

His sword is quick and precise, suddenly stopping Aloïs in his tracks with a blade to his chest. Aloïs who had stalked so close so fast, steps away from grabbing Y/n.

"She isn't you." Erik finishes his response.

Their blades strike with a echoing clang. Erik's cloak frantically fluttering though the air as he blocks Aloïs's from getting any closer.

Y/n smiled slowly, letting out a breathy laughter as her heart lowers back to a relived thump.

But it was short lived.

She watched the scene unfold, her thoughts quickly calculate everything at once.

Erik's leg was still weak, Aloïs was stuck in another one of his angry fits! How was she meant to fix this!

Aloïs roared in frustration. His hair flipping as he lunges to strike.

"You cannot take what was mine first!"

Erik blocks again, giving the frustrated man child a shove back, water splashing suddenly.

"You constantly insist that she is yours to take. Only a fool would so eagerly try to tame her."

Erik steps closer with a growing murderous glare beside a knowing smirk.

Aloïs snarls and combs his messy hair back from his face.

"You're a coward! Taking her when I'm not looking!"

He steps though the water, and their blades meet in constant swings. Never hesitating to strike at a vital spot.

"You're a fool for taking your eyes off her!"

Phantom retorts. Tho he's almost met with Another of Aloïs's strikes. His foot work weakened by an injured leg.

Y/n's body suddenly flinched itself awake at the next blade strike, this one almost reaching Erik's abdomen.

What was she doing! Just standing there and watching like a frightened little girl. She wouldn't be that woman. She never has been.

Erik cries in pain when he suddenly looses his footing in the water, his weakened leg unable to keep him up right.

"Die, Ghost!" Aloïs's spits.

Aloïs's blade lifts into the air, ready to give a fatal blow, but Y/n's feet are already gliding through the watery depths.

A small symphony playing in her head before she's overwhelmed with a painful strike and a shriek ripping though her vocals.

The blade cutting though her skin easily, and the air hangs with a sudden tension. For Erik, his body couldn't move fast enough to grab her. Nonetheless, she landed in his arms.

Maybe it was his pounding heart that muffled her pained cry, or the smell of copper mixing with cold cave water.

A view before his eyes he knew every time he looked in the mirror.

He cradles her swiftly in his cloak, his hand holding the back of her head. Her hands gripping the side of her face.

"Y/n! Y/n! Shh..."

He hushes her, while his glove and sword are quickly tossed to the side.

His fingertips sooth her cheek, blood seeping into the crevices of his fingers.

"Y-y/n.. I didn't mean to-" Aloïs stutters in shock. Christine and Raoul standing in shock behind him.

"Silence!" Erik almost screams out, tho he held himself back from ending Aloïs, for the sake of Y/n in his arms.

Y/n cried silently, every nerve in her face burning with warning and pain.

Erik knew he had to make a decision. Now more than ever while everyone was in shock. While he held Y/n in his arms. His protection.

He holds her tightly, the scaffolding creaking above their heads with a dreadful threat.

He leans closer, placing his forehead to hers and whispers in a gentle silk voice.

"Y/n, do you trust me?"

Her eyes shift from Aloïs's to Erik's. Her heart pounding so loudly that she almost missed Erik's gentle voice.

She did. She trusted him every night at the tavern. She trusted him though every hungry night. Though every tear they shared together.

"Always." her voice whimpers though the burning sensation.

Aloïs screamed in the background, watching the scaffolding loose it's final strength.

But so did Y/n. Loosing her final bits of resistance to conscious thought, and simply giving into the phantoms embrace.

Harsh dust and large boulders hit the ground with an earth rumbling crash. Flames and water scattered across the once secret lair of a bloody killer with a monstrous face.

The cave collapsed in on itself. Breaking the weakened pillars that stood for years before.

Aloïs's screams fill the cluttered cave, Christine and Raoul run from danger.

That was the last they were seen. The phantom and the dancer.

Only embracing in the candle light before a horrid fate. The whisper of a doorway hidden by a red curtain behind them.

~3 Years later~

He flicks the newspaper with the cigar fitting between his yellowed teeth.

"Mighty shame what happened to them French folk." he speaks in a heavy Texas accent.

A hat to fit his white suit and golden pocket watch.

His wife sitting beside him at the circle table, pats her cheeks with some foundation while looking into a small mirror in her palm.

"Yes, well. Can't say they didn't deserve it, darlin'. Them 2 were murderers, ya know!"

She closes the mirror and pushes it back into her purse.

"Tsk! Damn if I believe that! They were just another poor couple gettin' harassed by bunch a' rich basterds!"

He twists his large body in the silk chair, looking around at the darkened theater room. Hundreds of other well off Americans chatting at their own tables.

"Now, now hush you! The show is startin'." His wife waves him off again, glancing up at the stage.

The spotlight flicks on easily. Revealing a pianist with a familiar white mask on his face. His eyes like a snake, studying the crowd slowly to be sure of no danger.

As soon as his fingertips grace the piano keys, a dancer is revealed by a second spotlight.

A gown of pure white to match the mask covering her face. A mask hiding a deep skinned scar.

"The Masked Show, ey? Let's see what all the fuss is 'bout." The Man says in a harsh whisper.

The dancer smiles as her legs glide across the stage to the beautiful piano symphony. Her movements were ones never before seen by an American crowd. Almost like she was dancing in mid air.

A song composed with deep heartfelt notes and a story to tell in its sorrowful pages.

A bewildered crowd watches her enchanting movements closely. But another pair of eyes follow her figure.

A smile on his face while he watches his darling grace the dance floor.

Finally free to dance to the symphony he played.

His song.

His melody.

His Goddess of Dance.

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ᴛʜᴀᴛ ��ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟᴇ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴇɪɢʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ.

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ.

ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇꜱɪᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ! ɪ'ᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ! ✨

[yona049]

Do you make oneshots or headcannons? If so could you do some for the poto? I loved your fic it was so good and I just want more

Oh definitely! I think one shots could be alot of fun. So if you have any ideas, prompts or scenarios. Send them through and I'll try make some time for them. ✨😆

Tho these might only be after the final part of the 𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 series.

Last part coming soon! Hopefully. 🥺

[yona049]

𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Part 5

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

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Disclaimer!

>Mentions of abuse

>Trauma or some emotional duress

>Themes of entrapment

>mentions of violence

>Relationship that some might find problematic.

>Work of fiction!!! Not to be taken seriously.

>This has evolved into its own story, if its not something you're interested in, feel free to skip this one and check out some other fics on my page! °v°

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A gentle song played on the organ, loud enough to echo through the water-filled cave but soft enough to preserve the delicate nature of the song.

The cave was decorated with golden accents and hundreds of candles, tho only a select few candles were lit. Just enough to illuminate the shimmering lake below.

Y/n slept in a shell shaped bed with a bird at the foot of it. A black mesh curtain hung over her, obscuring ber view from what lay ahead.

Y/n's eyes opened slowly as her mind registered the events that transpired. After a second her body jolted upright and she's aware of her surroundings.

The organ still played slowly as her chest heaved rapidly. She's quick to jump out of the bed, keeping from making too much noise.

After untangling herself from the black curtain she looks around unsure of where she was.

To her side was a tall, golden, candle stand that came up to her shoulders. She blew out the candles on top and then took hold of the stand as if it were a baseball bat.

Not realizing its weight, she lifted it with too much ease. Wax from the still hot candles, splashed onto her bare shoulders and onto the costume she still wore after the Opera.

Her breathing hitched and she clenches her teeth, keeping a painful yelp from escaping.

After the wax droplets cooled on her skin, her thoughts returned to the problem at hand.

With delicate dancer's feet, she walks across the path towards the direction of the music.

Making her way up some stairs she peeked over to see the organ, more importantly the man playing it. His hair in perfect shape and the same clothing, without the cloak.

As she walked, she passed scattered fabrics and sewing equipment. Materials matching her costume. One red thread in particular, stood out, not matching the color of the material.

Y/n glances down at the seam of the costume going up her torso, to see a rushed seam, threaded into her dress with the same red thread.

"He tailored it to fit me..?" she whispers as her brain worked out what happened.

She continues towards the organ, only to see her target had vanished.

"It was an urgent fix." he replies to her muttered observation.

She jumps at his voice, startled by how close he'd gotten without her noticing. Her stance turns defensive with her head low and shoulders braced.

"I needed the costume to fit you perfectly."

He stood in front of her, eyes focused on her movements.

She swings the candle stand and keeps distance between them.

How did he know her measurements? Unless he had some piece of her clothing.

"Stay back! Or I swear I'll hurt you!"

Phantom didn't react. Only watched her defensive stance. He knew she'd have questions. What he didn't expect was her hateful gaze.

"Where are we? Why did you bring me here?" she yells as her eyes make quick glances for an exit.

She spots a large open gate on the other side of the water, but that observation took her attention off the Phantom.

He quickly grabs the candle stand making her gasp from fright.

"We're safe. That's all that matters." he says in a calm tone.

Not willing to tempt fate, she drops the candle stand and bolted.

Barefoot she runs down the stairs and straight into the knee deep water.

She trudged through the water as fast as she could, almost swimming. But Phantom was faster.

He pulled the lever down causing the drop gate to descend. Not fast, but fast enough for Y/n to miss her exit.

"NO!" She yells grabbing onto the iron bars that kept her from escape.

"Let me out!" she growls putting her back to the gate with one hand holding her dress up.

Phantom walked towards her, slow enough for her to know she could run if she needed to.

"If you go that way, all you'll find is rubble, and you'll get stuck in the Maze of hallways."

He makes it to right infront of her, before he stops looking down at her frightened face.

"Then I'll ask you again, Phantom!" her words hard and to the point.

"Where are we?" she barked.

Phantom calculated his response for a moment. Then he gave in and sighed in defeat. He knew what he had to do.

"I'll show you. On the condition, you listen to what I have to say, and at the very least, put on something warm."

His words caught Y/n off gaurd. Her face goes from pure anger, to softened confusion. He cared for her? Why?

She looked back at the long stretching hallway behind her, many different ways she could get lost and starve to death trying to find her way back out.

Without thinking, she bit onto her thumb nail. A stressed habit.

She looked back into his eyes. Those pleading eyes eyes that were begging for her to give him one chance.

This made a thought pop into her head. To 'Read the words that come from your partners eyes.' Something Erik said to do.

She looks directly at the man infront of her, finding the meaning behind his words. Her head slowly nods up and down, after a long pause of silence.

Phantom's gaze softened and his lips almost turned to a smile. He turned away from her and trudged through the water back to the stairs.

A little stumble made him suddenly stop and wince, grabbing his leg.

Y/n's subconscious reaction was to jump forward and help. But then she remembered who she was with and quickly retracted her hand.

Instead, she opted to only ask. "Are you alright?"

Phantom steadied himself with a deep breath, then continued walking.

"Just an old wound, my dear."

Another thought pops into Y/n's head. Or rather, a twinge of familiarity. But she couldn't place it. His worded mannerisms, movements. Simply the way he walked? It was so familiar.

Shaking the thought off, she walks back to solid ground where phantom gave her some clothes of his.

She wore a white shirt and black trousers along with a thick heavy coat to keep warm. A familiar smell came from them, mixed in with the dust accumulated over some time. But again, she couldn't place it.

After she was semi-fitted for the cold Paris air. Phantom lead her through many halls, twisted paths and up a large almost infinite staircase.

Slowly, the walls turned to greyed lime stone and extravagant statues came to view. Y/n's heart burned with denial watching the familiar red velvet seats come to view.

A fallen chandelier in the center of the large room, and ashes painted over any and all nearby objects. Heavy statues on the verge of giving way and debris risking a dangerous fall. They stood on the stage looking over a burnt Palais Garnier.

Her hands clasped over her mouth, and her heartache turned to long awaited tears. Her home, reduced to debris and ashes. Doomed never to shine with golden musical theater, again. Memories burnt to nothing.

She sobs into her hands and finally her knees buckle in on themselves.

Erik stood behind her. All he wanted was to hold her close, hold her until her tears ran dry and her sadness faded, never to return.

"W-why did you bring me here!? To see what your distraction caused! Does seeing me cry bring you joy?"

Her breathing rapid once again and she clenched onto the cloak. Panic, Stress, anxiety! All of the sudden, her trauma came flooding back.

Triggers all around her. The burnt beam's on the stage. The crushed glass pieces of the chandelier. Even the thought of going backstage to their rooms made her shudder.

This is where she spent days training with her father, where he spent years slamming her child body into walls if she danced incorrectly.

This is where she, Christine, Meg, as young girls, snuck out to watch the rich ladies in sparkling dresses come in, to see the adult performers.

All because one person couldn't wait! One person couldn't let go of a girl he loved and didn't love him in return. A deformed face, a beautiful singing voice, experienced in all things theater!

She stood up suddenly and spun around to look at him. Her glittering tears flying through the air.

Her thoughts crashed together and aimed to one person.

"Why ERIK! Why!"

Her words echoed powerfully through the Opera house. His name repeating over and over until they faded out.

At first, Y/n was taken aback at her own words. An undermined thought she'd never thought to explore or question. But it all lined up too perfectly.

Perhaps she knew from the start. When she pulled him from the fire. When he avoided the question of his past. Violent tendencies. His love for Christine. But in Y/n's love for all things, how could she just leave him.

Phantom only watched her, both of their hearts pounding in sync. His head drops down, not looking at her.

"Y/n.." he barely whispers.

"Don't! Don't say anything!" she hushed him immediately. Making everything silent so she could hear her own speeding thoughts.

She walks closer to him. A creaking from her footsteps on stage, and hesitation in her movements.

Suddenly she was face to face with him, the monster? The man she grew to love?

Her hands move to his and mask. A slowly lift from the bottom. Time moved slow, as the air shifted. Finally, Erik appears before her again.

"Look at me Erik." her voice cracks at her demand.

Erik is slowly to meet her eyes. His guilt burnt so bright. But his need for her forgiveness simmered in a sliver of tears.

Y/n was angry, so incredibly angry. The man infront of her was both a deceiver, and a liar! But he was also her roommate, her colleague, her love.

" 'Read the words that come from your partners eyes', that's what you told me, remember?" She repeats a bit of advice she got from none other than Erik.

She takes his jaw, nor harshly, but enough to emphasize her anger.

"So read my eyes now."

Erik Stood strong for a moment, looking at her. Reading her every emotion and thought with clear understanding. Wet eyes, opposing to the fire burning within them.

"You want an explanation." he says plainly, his large cloak waving heavily in the wind behind him, engulfing her.

"If I'd told you, the day of the fire. You'd have reacted worse than you are now. I was so very ready to leave the inn that night. Prepared to leave everything and go search for my angel of music."

He finally touches her cheek. A black leather glove brushing over her now frosted tears.

"Then my savior stood at the windowsill. Crying for a love who should've been in my place. And I couldn't leave."

He chuckles deeply as his other hand joins the one on her cheek.

"If you know how easily you can command me, just by looking at me with those tearful eyes, I'd be at your mercy. An eternal slave."

He held her face delicately, making sure her attention was on nothing but him. A little furious hamster in the palms of his hands.

"Christine was my angel of music. But you're the goddess of every beat from my heart."

A slow kiss onto her head as he beacons her ever closer with the smooth voice she'd become addicted to.

"You've captured my soul, my darling Y/n. And you've enslaved me to your every tear. I love you."

He confesses in a small ice covered whisper.

She knew, more than anything she couldn't forgive him so easily. She stood there, holding that haunting mask in her hand, knowing how much pain and desire such a mask bought.

His hands on her cheeks, carefully holding her like the most precious rose.

She felt her lip quiver before quickly biting down on it, trying to keep her heart contained for a little longer.

"And if I don't love you? If I still love Aloïs?" she lied though her teeth. Selfishly testing his answer. Searching for any reason to leave her yearning heart behind in the snow.

"Then I'll simply have to use every ounce of my power to convince you to spend an eternity of this, before your eyes. A haunted face that holds horror, and a soul where distortion lies."

All she needed to hear was that. That he'd fight for her and not simply let her go again. She clenched her teeth, there was one last thing she had to be sure of.

"And.. Christine?"

Erik paused for another second, carefully lifting his hands away to scuffle in his pocket. Two rings. Aloïs's and Christine's layed in his palm.

As if it was the easiest decision he made, he simply twisted his wrist diagonally. Dropping the two jewels into the dust and snow.

"She may have had my heart once. But you carry it now."

Y/n glanced down at the rings. Perhaps selfishly, she laughed, and quickly pushed her palm over her eyes, wiping the tears off her eyelashes.

"You're such a fool, such a horrid lier, quick to anger, quick to fight! Quick to capture my heart."

She took a small breath, not being able to stop the smile that forced itself onto her lips.

"I love you too."

[yona049]

Hi!

I'm not sure when you posted the 4th part of your Phantom of the Opera fic, but when will you be posting the next chapter? Will it be the last one?

Thanks! 🙂

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Hello beautiful Reader!

The 𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 series actually already has a new chapter that's been finished for a long while. (Just needs to be proof read!)

Thanks for the support and interest! ✨🥺

✨Part 5 will be coming soon!✨

[yona049]

Will you be continuing the phantom of the opera series? I love it!!

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Hiya! I've been getting this question alot. ✨

The 𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 series actually already has a new chapter that's been finished for a long while. (Just needs to be proof read!)

However I've not been satisfied with Part 5 and I've been working on an ending.

You all have been so patient and showing incredible support! 🥺

✨Part 5 will be coming soon!✨

[yona049]

𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚡 𝚐𝚗! 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Part 1? (maybe)

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Warning :

> lil blood

>cosmophobia

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His pace was strong and exact as he walked through the ships shining white hallway. Hair cut to a precise straight line with pointed ears, a shining example of his Valcan linage.

His uniform was nothing short of excellent, no wrinkle or crease would dare disturb it's perfection. The tablet in his hand had many names of crew members across the screen.

Behind him, hundreds of cadets, Ensign's and officers ran through the hallway. Some carrying baggage or equipment for the long journey that lay ahead.

The blue, red, and yellow uniforms looked like smudged lines to Spock. No one daring to crash into him or hinder his way, as his intense focus on the tablet demanded his presence to be known.

Behind him came a red uniform, short skirted Lieutenant Commander Uhura runs closer. Her pace quickened to a jog to catch up to him. She dodged one of the Cadets carrying heavy boxes until she finally caught up to Spock.

"Spock!" she called to him but his attention never faltered from the tablet screen.

One name of the many pops up and he selects it. The profile of Ensign Y/n L/n appeared.

"What is it, Uhura?"

"I just needed to enquire on the specific time of launch."

Spock scrolls down to the information on the profile.

"There's no question, we leave O' eight hundred hours, current planet time. We've given everyone sufficient time to prepare for a life long expedition of exploration."

Uhura growls and dodges another Cadet carrying some equipment and engineering tools.

"Yes I understand! But some Cadets have questioned the captains choice to bring inexperienced Ensign's on board for this mission."

Spock finally stops once they've reached the back of the hallway with a large door at the end. His hands are placed behind his back delicately and without hesitation he answers.

"Uhura, I can see the unease that this may have caused. However our Captain has never put us in harms way before and he certainly won't now. I trust Kirk's decisions whole heartedly."

Uhura sighs and nods slowly. Her arms fold into a somewhat comforting hug.

"I guess I should too. It's just a really big decision for everyone to make. There's a chance we may never come home."

She slowly glances through the large window beside them at the spinning blue and green planet below.

Spock looks at earth and then back at her.

"The U.S.S Enterprise is our home now. And like earth. We must protect it."

She laughs a little through her nose at Spock.

"Yeah, you're right."

With a small hand, she pats on his shoulder and then makes her way back down the hallway.

"Oh! And Good luck with the new Ensign!" she calls back to him before disappearing into the corridor.

Finally, the hallway seemed a little quieter. Spock looks back down at his tablet and scrolls through the profile. The first thing he noticed is no picture of the Ensign. Odd.

The second thing he notices is the lack of specified species. The Enterprise was a decorated vessel with many mixed species staff. A proud ship of the The United Federation of Planets.

The doors at the end of the hallway finally slide open.

"Ensign L/n! You're-"

He looks up at the new Ensign but stops when he sees a short bodied, light blue skinned species. Not a harsh blue, but a pale skin tone similar to the planet Andoria.

The blue uniform perfectly hugging their figure and snow-white hair covering their ears.

"...-Late."

He finishes looking at their profile then back at them.

"Sir, I'm sorry. They had some trouble confirming my authentication due to my incomplete file."

They look down shyly. Holding a suitcase and a box of glass tubes and bottles.

"Then let's make an effort to complete it."

Spock walks a circle around them them with a raised eyebrow as he studied their species.

"Tell me, Ensign, what's your species? Your skin and hair would suggest Andorian. However, I see no antennae."

Y/n slowly scratches the bottom of their ear and clears their throat.

"I am Andorian, sir. I lost my antennas in a chemical accident."

Again, Spock looks down at his tablet. His face showing no visible confusion, but he was, in fact, a little confused. Yet also mesmerized.

"It says here you're a Medical Ensign."

They quickly nod watching Spock.

"Yes! Chemistry is my main practice. I can't have the Medical Officer mixing the wrong, atorvastatin with fluticasone and causing someone to come down with some disease!"

They finish their explication but quickly step back after.

"Apologies! I didn't mean to sound so accusatory."

Spock nods before turning on his heel and starting his walk.

"Not at all, I am Vulcan. We try to keep our emotions-"

"-Controlled." Y/n says, catching up to him.

"Yes, I'm aware." they confess, looking down.

Spock squints for a second before looking back at the tablet for some information.

"Now, your room is on deck 37. This deck is reserved for medical and research personnel. Med Bay is also on deck 37."

He explains as they walk to the turbolift, taking them both up to Deck 37. The lift is filled with a few seconds of awkward silence. Spock takes this time to study his blue skinned Ensign.

Their existence is shrouded in mystery. The story of their antennas being chemically detached is questionable, Andorian's antenna grow back after time. Their short stature compared to many of the tall built andorians. An incomplete file made Spock's curiosity spark.

Finally arriving at their room. Spock hands them a key card. He turns his back to them without a goodbye.

"Spock!" Y/n calls.

Spock turns back to them. A darkened blue color covered their cheeks like blush would a human's face.

"Yes, Ensign?"

Y/n takes a breath of confidence and looks at Spock.

"Thank you for accompanying me. You have other duties to see to. But I appreciate your time."

Spock only bows his head.

"It's my duty, Ensign. Now hurry to your medical checkups. We launch in 5 hours."

Y/n gives a happy nod, then entering their room with a little excited skip.

Spock couldn't tell why, but his heart gave a pleased thump when he saw the excitement from Y/n. A young new Ensign is unaware of the vastness of space that lays ahead.

The crew started settling into their bunks and rooms with quick paced ease. A fast five hour jump to the launch and Spock was confident in his preparation.

He was sat at his launch pad watching all systems make necessary calculations. As Head Commanding Science Officer and First Officer. He had to be sure the Enterprise was ready for Captain Kirk's arrival.

A sudden hand placed on Spock's shoulder pulls him from his thought process. Jim Kirk stood behind him. His close friend and captain. Even though he was human, Kirk knew what to say to let Spock know everything was ok.

"Well, Spock! How's she lookin?"

Kirk questions.

Spock straightens himself out and with a proud, non emotional face, then says.

"She is, in human terms, Spick and span!"

Kirk smiles giving Spock a good smack on the shoulder.

"Good! Because I'm about ready to head on a life long adventure. To explore strange new worlds!"

Kirk monologs while he strides over to the Captains chair. His palm slides over the arm rest and guides him to his seat.

"Yes, Captain. We're about ready for launch!"

Kirk smirks and turns to a button on his seat. Once he presses it the button starts broadcasting his voice though the entire ship.

"This is your Captain speaking."

Y/n was in a room with a scanner in their hand when they quickly look up at the speaker.

"We are preparing for Launch now. So to start off our journey. Here's a little quote from the very first Starship Captain. Captain Johnathan Archer."

Y/n smiled hearing the name of a big Historical hero. looking back at the Cadet they were doing a Medical check on. Y/n delicately pushes the Cadets head to the side and presses the scanner against their neck.

"He started the voyage by saying and I quote: 'We're going to stumble, make mistakes - I'm sure more than a few, before we find our footing. But we're going to learn From those mistakes. That's what being explorers is all about.'"

Captain Kirk smiles to himself hearing a few Crew members cheer down the hallway.

"This Voyage will be long. But it's purpose is to bring species together united. To Explore and to forge alliances. With that being said! Everyone hold tight!"

Cadets suddenly run off and hold steady to a rail or to anything nailed down. A brand new ship, Y/n stumbles past everyone while packing up the equipment. They look down at the list of Cadets to check but sees one name still open.

Spock had yet to be checked. With seconds before lift off, Y/n decides that the Bridge Control room isn't too far, and they might be able to make it there on time for launch.

With a little stumble, they make their way past the cadets and run for the lift to the Bridge.

Captain Kirk on the bridge looked at his pilot and smirked.

"Hit it!"

The ship yanks a little at the sudden force blasting them into hyperspace at warpspeed.

Y/n still in the turbo lift gets yanked forward suddenly and their hand slips from the rail with a heavy thud.

Spock holds carefully and waits till they get to an even pace. He watches everyone applaud as the ship steadied and they comfortably sat at hyperspeed.

The Captain pats the pilots on the back and Uhura gives Spock a smiling nod.

The lively energy circled though the bridge, even when Y/n fell through the door holding their head people surrounded them with cheers.

They smiled, clapping along and laughing a little before silence once again fell and everyone returned to their posts.

Uhura walks up to Y/n and shakes their hand. Brief conversation that Spock couldn't hear but he could tell Y/n was anxious.

Their hands clutching onto the medical case and their shoulders tightened into a straight, tense, posture.

"Y/n!" he called.

Y/n runs over to him with a thankful smile.

"Ensign, may I enquire as to your purpose on the bridge?"

Y/n sets their equipment down and stands straight at ease.

"Sir, I was on my way to take your vitals and complete medical check up's. But I was interrupted by launch! And I took the lift-"

During Y/n's anxious ramble, Spock studied her movements and noticed a light trickle of dark blue blood coming from beneath the white hair.

"Ensign."

"Yes sir! I know it was foolish! But I wanted to finish soon to get to other duties-"

"Y/n!" Spock's sudden voice brings Y/n's attention back to look up at him.

The chatter of crewmen in the background started fading out as Y/n's heartbeat took its place.

Spock delicately moves his fingertips to the side of their head and wipes the blood away bringing Y/n's attention to it.

"I.. Fell in the lift." they confess with their hand looking for the point of injury.

Spock looks down at the medical box and lifts it back off the ground.

"Ensign. I will report to Med bay for my medical check up in two hours. For the moment, see to your own medical care. Please."

A soft plea from Spock brought Y/n's heart back to a calm beating. They inhale and exhale slowly, focusing back on the problem at hand.

"Yes sir! I will be ready once you arrive!" Y/n says with a determined smile.

They take the bag with new found bravery but once again shyly smile at Spock before walking to the lift.

Uhura watches Y/n walk off and the doors slide shut as Uhura arrives at Spock's side.

"You saw it too?" Uhura questions still watching the lift doors.

"Yes. No Antenna scaring or any signs of growth. Andorian's antenna usually grow back in a matter of weeks."

Spock turns to Uhura and they start their deduction.

Spock continues :

"I considered the fact that it was a Chemical accident into my theory. However even a chemical wound wouldn't stop antennae from growth."

Uhura taps her finger on her folded arms while nodding in agreement.

"Y/n's accent has no clear signs of being raised in an andorian environment. No matter how faint the accent is. As the Communications officer I can hear it."

Spock takes a tablet off his desk and opens Y/n's profile once more.

"Y/n is not Andorian."

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I had fun writing but I'm not sure If it'll become an ongoing series. 👀🖖If you enjoyed this and want a part two please let me know in the comments!

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 7

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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Part 7

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'�� 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

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Warning!!

>heights

>a very tiny bit of hopelessness

>fluff-a-roonie!

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Pacing up and down the room as she listened to the ringing phone. Continued, endless ringing is all she heard.

Her wall was gone, but the dark room and vague moonlight made for good cover from any onlookers.

"Reporter!" Batman growled causing her to jump.

She clenches her phone, looking at Batman and Superman who were hidden in the back of the room.

"Just! A few more minutes. Please! I have to know if he's ok!"

Batman walks up to her with clenched fists.

"We checked the entire building, he's safe!"

Y/n clenched her teeth before yelling.

"How could you know that?! What if he came in while I wasn't in control! What if he tried to get me to calm down and I threw him across the city!"

Superman watches Y/n break down into tears worried for him, but he couldn't say anything.

Y/n turned her back to Batman and hit the call button again listening to its endless ringing.

Superman sighs.

"Y/n, we have to leave! We need more information on-"

"I'm not leaving until I'm sure Clark is SAFE!"

Her voice echoed through the night air and everything fell silent.

Superman could hear her heavy breathing and worried heart. Until his ears picked up something else.

The door to the apartment suddenly swung open. Batman stood on guard with batarangs in hand.

"Y/n?"

In stumbled a panicked, Clark Kent? His body shape and expression matched perfectly.

Y/n gasps and drops her phone onto the wooden floor. She jump hugs Clark, who grabs her and pulls her tightly against his chest keeping her head hidden in it.

"I'm so glad you're ok, Clark! I thought I'd killed you!" Y/n sobs wrapping her arms around clark tightly.

This 'Clark' makes eye contact with Superman and Batman.

Batman didn't believe it, and Superman for sure wasn't having it.

They were both ready to jump this obvious fake, until a voice streamed into their heads. A familiar voice they knew all too well. The voice of J'onn J'onzz.

'Fear not friends. I'm here to help de-escalate the situation.' He speaks.

The red eyed, shape shifting alien, now disguised as Clark Kent. Nodded at the hero's saying it was ok and they both stood down.

Clark looks back down at Y/n and pats her head.

"I'm alright! I just ran into some things to do, when I saw the apartment from the street, I panicked!" he said very convincingly.

Y/n looks up at Clark with a whimper, then punching him on his shoulder.

"Asshole! You scared me so much, glasses."

Clark only smiles taking her hands in his then giving them a small squeeze.

"I'm sorry Y/n, But I'm more worried about what happened here!"

Batman takes this opportunity to chip in.

"Things got a little more complicated. I'm afraid we'll need to take Y/n to a more secure location."

Y/n bites her lip and kneels down to pick up her phone that had acquired alot more cracks because of Y/n's sudden throw.

She taps the phone against her hand thinking for a little.

She turns to Clark and slowly places the phone in his hand.

"I'm.. Gonna need a really big favor." her breathing shutters a little but she keeps her breathing steady.

"I need you to move my things into a storage.. At least until I can figure all this out."

She glances over at the broken wall then adds.

"And fix the wall!"

Her hands shaky but she pushes them into a comforting self hug.

Clark looks at her and slowly nods pushing the phone into his pocket.

"You can count on me! But... Will you be ok?"

Y/n forces a smile and nods.

"Sure! I mean, I have the actual Superman and Batman looking out for me!"

She glances over at the hero's. Superman smiles in turn and offers his hand to her.

Y/n felt her smile turn a bit more genuine, she turns to place a small kiss on Clark's cheek, then slips her hand onto Superman's.

"I'll be back, and maybe after that.. We can talk about that dinner?" she hesitated until Clark nodded.

Saying their vague goodbyes, they made their way out of the building leaving Clark behind.

Once on the street, Superman still held Y/n's shaky hand delicately rubbing it with his thumb.

Batman's Cape flutters in the wind as he makes a few arrangements on the keyboard on his cuff.

"Where are we going?" she asks.

Batman looks at Superman, contemplating, then at Y/n once he's content.

"Against my better judgment, we're taking you to a very secret place. But we need to stop at the cave first! Superman. I'll meet you there."

Not a second passes and he's suddenly zooming off in the bat mobile.

"Um.. How am I supposed to get there!?" She yells after him with hands firmly on her sides.

Superman clears his throat making her look back at him.

A dimlit S symbol, shimmering in the street light, floating a few feet above the ground.

Once again he offers his hand and Y/n felt her stomach drop.

"Oh shi-"

Suddenly she's whooshing straight up into the sky with her arms around Superman's neck and his arm secured around her waist. The other fist stretched out infront of him for trajectory.

Y/n, with closed eyes, bites down on her lip trying not to scream any more than she already had.

"You can't keep your eyes closed the whole time." Superman teases and stops to float silently in the air.

"Yes! I can! I will keep closing my eyes and imagining I am within reasonable distance from the ground!"

Superman's lighthearted chuckle makes her smile a little.

"Just a little peek? You'll see something surprising!"

Y/n grumbles a little before slowly open one eye then both as she looks down.

Her head spins and she suddenly inhales tensing back up. Superman stops her freak out, when he pushes her head to look at him.

"Not down! Look up." he whispers, pushing her head to look up.

Other than the dark cloud of Metropolis below, Y/n is faced with a glittering symphony of stars above her. Millions of suger grains scattered across a black abyss. A beautiful night sky that would've been missed underneath the gloom of the clouds.

She laughs in bewilderment not looking away. Suddenly her fear evaporated and bravery took its place.

"Hold onto my legs! Don't let go or I swear I will tell everyone about your red underwear faze!"

With a playful threat she places her hands onto Superman's shoulders and pushes herself up for a better view.

Superman's arms are around her thighs, holding them tight enough to try and tame their shaking.

Knowing she wouldn't fall, he watched her eyes and heared every happy belly laugh she had.

She hesitates for a second lifting and quickly pulling her arms back.

"Go for it, Y/n!" Superman encouraged.

She clenches her teeth, building up courage then slowly lifts her arms into the air.

"This is so much better than the Gotham Observatory! It's like a never ending bath bomb!"

She chanted loudly with giggles streaming behind.

Kal-el had never seen this much excitement for something he'd seen a million times. Y/n's laughter echoed in his ears like jingle bells.

Y/n looked down at Superman, placing her hands back on his shoulders for support.

"You've probably heard this a million times before, but Thank you, Superman." she said genuinely, feeling Superman slip her back down to eye level.

She places a small kiss on his cheek then quickly looks back at the stars.

Superman's heart beats faster and he gives her a small squeeze.

"Your welcome, Y/n."

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A few weeks later, in the Luthor building, in a not so conspicuous basement. Lex is busy typing on a keyboard. Joker spinning on a chair with a gun waving in his hand.

"Why are we still waiting! "Joker yells obnoxiously.

"Because Luthor lost our toy." a Scarecrow hisses in the background, tinkering with his mask.

Lex slams his fist onto the table and growls.

"I didn't LOSE her! She's just out of range! My Nano-bots can't get a signal!"

He yells in frustration and sweeps all his mechanics off the table. His breathing heavy with an angry snarl on his face.

"Atleast with Batman, he would've been in Gotham half the time! We could've just used it on him!" Joker growls.

Lex clenches his teeth thinking for a second.

"No, no! She was a stroke of luck! I just need to think!"

Once an idea hits his brain he stands straight and flicks his suit back into shape.

"Gentlemen, we might need to recruit somone of a different nature. Somone suited to find our weapon."

He pulls a phone from his pocket then types in a few numbers. Joker and Scarecrow make their way to the table surrounding the phone that has now been placed in the center of it.

A single light illuminating the three villains faces and a humming ring. The phone clicks, and a voice answers.

"Lex Luthor, my favorite cash cow~"

"Floyd Lawton. You were quick to pick up!"

Lex smirks listening to the Mercenary.

"What can I say! I'm always looking out for good paying jobs. Who can I kill for ya?" the sound of a spinning gun in the background of the call.

Lex folds his arms and stands straight.

"I need you to find somone. And if possible. Bring them to me."

He leans forward, typing then sending a file through to Deadshot.

Once the file is recived, there's a second of awkward silence from Deadshot. Lex shared a glance with Scarecrow before he asks.

"Know her?"

Deadshot stays quiet for a second.

"I know her old man. He used to be an Arkam Prison guard."

"Know?" Joker quickly chips in.

Another long silence makes it obvious that Floyd answered all the questions he wanted to. Lex shakes off the question.

"Will you take the job?"

"Yeah, I'll take it. Don't worry about payment. This one is a personal favor." Just like that, the call ends.

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Y/n was sitting at the big circular window, watching the globe spin below.

The Justice League Space station. Watch tower. She'd been living among supers who were eager to help.

A room dedicated to her, and a few small things like plants, picture frames, a tv. And of course the note book Batman returned to her.

The doors slide open and pull Y/n out of her trance. Martin Manhunter walks in. A beautifully made meal in his hands, courtesy of a chef-bot.

"Ms, L/n?" He asks

"C'mon J'onn it's been a while! My name is Y/n." she smiles taking the meal from his hands.

She sighs a little then places it down on the bed then sitting beside it. Her access to the mass Hall was prohibited, for superhero's privacy reasons.

"Alright! Hit me with the needles!" she exclaims holding out her arms.

J'onn smiles and pushes her arms down as he walks by to sit beside her.

"I think the Batman has enough blood samples. Any more and he might be mistaken for a Vampire!" he chuckles with Y/n.

"I can see the headlines now! 'Darkness! Vengeance! And... A lust for blood?'"

Another bit of light snickering fills the room until it fades back into silence.

"I sense some sadness in your optimism."

Y/n pulls her knees to her chest and sighs.

"Sorry J'onn, just feeling a little.. Hopeless?"

A delicate hand pats her back, her new found friend comforts her.

"Perhaps, we should continue with the next episode of 'Dancing Damsel'. I cannot wait any longer to see if Derek will purpose to Lilly."

He teases.

Y/n gasps and shakes her head rapidly.

"In your dreams! She deserves Jared! Not Derek." she's quickly to crawl over the bed to grab the remote to the tv.

Just as she hits the button a voice captures her attention.

"I personally think she should've stayed with Abigail in season 1." Superman stood in the doorway with a happy smirk.

"Sorry to interrupt Y/n. But Batman needs you."

He requests, his eyes looking over at her full plate still on the bed.

Y/n stands up and crosses her arms. Her body tense once again ready for more tests.

Superman sees her panic. He takes her hand and unfolds her arms.

"No more tests. He thinks he found a way to take the nanotechnology out of your head."

Y/n's heart picks up just a little and she's quick to hug Superman. The hugs lasts long enough for Superman to smile down at her.

An excited skip in her step, she runs back to her shoes and slips them on. She runs past Superman and grabs his hand dragging him along.

"Don't watch the next episode without me J'onn!" she yells back.

J'onn only chuckles at her sudden hope as the doors slide shut.

[yona049]

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ♤

Joker x fem!Reader x Jason Todd

Part 3

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Disclaimer!

>ptsd

>nightmares

>very chill part of the story.

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The night was quiet, with the excuse of some crickets and some very far off city parties. Y/n was asleep in bed with her head buried in Jason's bare chest.

The curtains blew gently in the wind letting the cool night air circulate though the room.

For once she looked normal. No clown makeup or wildly tied hair. Just a big T-shirt from Jay keeping her comfortable.

Y/n had a few days to calmly sleep where no villain would touch her to get to the Joker or late night bank robberies she had to wake up for.

But somehow this peace of mind didn't last long. Her body suddenly tenses up and her body lashes into a cold sweat.

Jason is first wake up when Y/n's nails scratch into his stomach.

"Ugh! Shit." he swears under his breath.

He delicately blinks before wiggling his body down to her level. Using his hand to cup her cheek.

"Hey, baby it's ok. Shh. Wake up."

His voice so smooth that even flower petals would be jealous. Knowing exactly what Y/n is feeling and having experience with traumatic Villain's, he tried to handle Y/n's nightmare with care.

Y/n's tense body suddenly jumps awake and her eyes were wet with tears. She looks up at Jason with glossy eyes, and in return he only smiles.

"Hey there beautiful, you're safe."

Y/n looks down at her hands before clenching her firsts seeing the scratch marks on Jay's stomach.

"Jason, I'm-" she couldn't manage another word before her face pulls into a sudden sobbing cry.

Jason pulls her back into his chest keeping her tightly in his grasp. Protected from all else lurking beyond the walls of the manner.

His fingertips comb though her hair and his arm tightens around her torso. A comforting pressure he knew she loved to feel.

"It's ok baby, I'm fine. Promise!"

He places butterfly kisses onto her head, reminding her that he's there to help her in any way possible.

Y/n sobbed for a few minutes after, with Jason not once telling her to stop and letting her feel for the first time in months.

Once she finally manage to catch her breath she rubs her nose with the back of her hand.

Jason smiles warmly again and places a small kiss on her tear stricken cheek.

"Let's go get some fresh air, Yeah? I'll show you my new favorite hiding spot."

He offers, combing Y/n's hair from her face. She nods in return and slowly gets up with Jason holding her hand.

They ran down the hallway barefoot like little children again making Y/n smile as they did, until Jason finally stopped at the window.

He pushes it open and moves his head outside for a peak.

"Jason.." Y/n says with a suspicious tone.

In return she only receives a mischievous smirk from Jason who was leaning against the windowsill.

With no effort at all, he falls back and out of the two story window. Y/n's eyes widen suddenly and she runs to try and grab him.

"JASON!" She yells worried pushing her upper body out of the window looking down.

Only for a sneaky kiss to hit her lips as Jason zips up with a grappling hook.

"Shh, you're gonna wake everyone up!" he teases watching Y/n pout.

He reaches around her waist and delicately pulls her out of the window for them both to be left hanging outside.

Y/n hurriedly grabs onto Jason's neck pulling herself against him while he held her around her waist.

With a zip their pulled up the side of the building until finally they reach the rooftop.

Slightly slanted with tiles threatening to slip out, and a buzzing city up ahead. Police sirens were faint but definitely audible, making Y/n wonder who's on patrol tonight.

She and Jason cuddled on the roof with her sat between his legs while he leaned back on his arms.

"So, are you gonna tell me what that nightmare was about?" he asked making Y/n flinch.

He pushed himself up resting his chin on her shoulder.

Y/n smiled and gave the side of his head a kiss. He moved his one arm around her waist trying to comfort her.

"It's a dream I haven't had since the first night in Jokers base."

"Hmm?"

Jason questioned, listening patiently.

"It's about you, what Joker did to you.."

Y/n tensed up.

"Joker talks about it alot. It's hard to bare sometimes. But in the dream, I was there. Watching you bleed out, tied to a chair with a smile painted onto your mouth with you own blood!"

Her breathing becomes shaky again and she starts picking it her fingernails.

"I'm hitting you, over and over! And I can't stop laughing!"

She clenches her jaw.

"Joker told me once, that you'd been beaten so badly that you started laughing-"

Jason quickly pushes his hand over her mouth feeling his body shiver a little from the memories.

"Y/n, please.. Don't."

Y/n finally turns back to look at Jason. His head down and his breathing rapid.

Y/n cups his face delicately pushing it to look up at her.

"Jason, I'm sorry." she tries to comfort him by rubbing his cheek with her thumb. She pushed his hair from his forehead and placed a kiss on it.

"No, it's ok. I asked." he trembled and took her hands in his.

"He's destroyed us both. Yet you've had to stay with him. Love him?" he growls with his fear turning to anger.

"This has to stop Y/n!"

His firsts clench with an angry growl.

Y/n Quickly shakes her head looking down.

"I can't Jason, I promised Bruce I'd get enough info to cut Joker off from inside. Hurt him till he can't recover!"

"HE'S ALREDY DONE THAT!" Jason yells.

"To you! To me! And to most of Gotham!"

Angry adrenaline rushed to his body causing him to stand up and walk a little further from Y/n.

Y/n knew this would happen. Jason got so angry at times that he needed to step back. His muscles tense and he becomes a little aggressive. That's why he made an effort to distance himself from her, to not hurt her.

"He's ruining my life without knowing it! He's keeping you to himself! Kissing you! Touching you! Torturing you. I can't even look at him without seeing his disgusting mouth on you!"

Jason suddenly swings and hits one of the chimney walls with full force. He may not be a Meta human or super, but all his life's training made him stronger than normal.

A very small crack formed in the bricks of the chimney. His body heaving with pent up anger.

Y/n waited a second, watching his tense back, before walking behind him and wrapping her arms around his torso.

She stood still, only holding him until he made another move. Like a elephant trying not to crush a dandelion.

Eventually his muscles relax and he turns around to look at Y/n pulling her into a hug.

A quiet sunrise sneaks up on them while they both bask in each other's comfortable embrace.

"Soon Jason, I'll get myself out. And I'll be here with you. I just need to take Joker down."

He nods, understanding her decision and pushing her head up, he kisses her gently with a mixture of bitter sadness in between.

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"Alfred!" yelled from the kitchen, by a flour covered Tim Drake.

A mixing bowl in his arms, as sizzling pancakes burnt on the pan.

A well dressed butler enters the kitchen and casually lifts the pan off the stove.

"Yes, master Drake?" he questions as he flips the pan upside down letting the burnt pancakes fall into the bin.

"You have to help! Y/n is gonna wake up soon and I want to make her favorite!" Tim panics trying to page through the recipe book with dough covered hands.

Alfred smiles and softly takes the bowl from Tim's arms. He takes the milk and adds a little more to the mixture.

"Please cut the stems off the strawberries, Master Drake."

He nods and runs off to the cutting board. Suddenly the door is kicked open with a thud.

"I've got the oranges!!" Dick pants as he carries two large bags of oranges into the kitchen.

"Don't tell Bruce I grabbed them from his tree! He'll be pissed!"

"Too late!" warns Bruce with crossed arms in the doorway. He chuckled a little at Dicks panicked expression.

Damian runs by Bruce and immediately takes a seat next to Tim, sneakily grabbing a strawberry.

Tim growls and grabs the strawberry back.

"Hey! That's for Y/n! Wait."

Damian sends him a death glare and snatches another one, this time running from Tim's reach.

It's chaos in the kitchen when everyone tries to cook breakfast and make fresh orange juice.

Around the corner Y/n stood listening to the chaos. She was dressed in some jeans and one of Jason's sweaters.

She takes small steps towards Tim who was hyper focused on cutting the strawberries.

With a sudden swing of her arms, she swoops Tim off the seat and spins him around. Damian grabbing the chair before it hit the floor.

"Whoa! Y/N!" He laughs.

Everyone's eyes light up seeing her back in the manner. She giggles setting Tim back down, who spins around in his excitement.

Not realizing he still had a knife from the strawberries still in his hand.

He runs up to Y/n, but instead of an excited smile, Y/n's instincts kick in. She grabs hold of Tim's wrist and twists it until he drops the knife.

Tim whines at her tight grip. And Bruce quickly steps in.

"Y/n!"

Y/n's head snaps back and she gently drops Tim's wrist. She takes a deep breath and smiles again.

"Sorry, Tim. You caught me off guard!"

Tim shakes his head and smiles back at Y/n.

"I know better. I'm sorry!"

Completely wiping the sour moment from the sweet memory, he drags her into the kitchen and shows her his pancakes.

Dick makes quick work of the orange and pours her a glass.

"Milady!" he smoothly slides the glass across the table.

Y/n smiles grabbing it before it hit the floor.

"Good to see you, Mistress L/n."

"Thank you Alfred!" she laughs taking in the deep smell of her favorite breakfast.

Their chatter dims out as Bruce picks up the knife off the ground. He looks at Jason who'd been standing in the hallway watching the entire thing.

They share a mutual worried look before Jason walks into the kitchen beside Y/n.

A few hours after breakfast Y/n was infront of the bat computer, in the echoing bat cave.

Her fingertips flew over the keypad as she brought up multiple villainous faces onto the screen.

Bruce stood close behind with Jason slanted over the chair. Eyes closely watching the screen.

"These are the jokers informants in the GCPD. Commissioner Gordon should know how to handle them quietly."

She squeezes her eyes shut and slants her head down.

"Um... Hold on. I'm trying to remember."

She bites her bottom lip and clenches her fists. Her memories slipping away from the amount of names and information she had to remember.

Bruce delicately places his hand on her back and pats it a little.

"That's good Y/n, don't strain yourself. We have over one hundred and fifty names here. That's enough for now."

Y/n sighs and looks back at Jason who wore a proud smile.

She smiled back and walked over to him taking a seat on his lap and flopping onto his chest with a hefty sigh.

He chuckled at her and started to delicately twist his fingers through her hair.

"I don't see why she's so important!" a voice echos from one of the platforms.

Damian sat cross-legged on one of the tables with a cloth cleaning one of his katanas.

His expression wasn't impressed as he slipped down from his seat and walked up them.

"It's simple enough to be under cover! But how hard can it be to remember a few names?"

Jason quickly growls and was about to yell at the disrespectful little boy, until Y/n put her hand over his mouth and she smirked.

"Alright then!" she says slipping off Jason's lap and walking up to Damian, squaring him up.

"I propose a duel! One of memory and skill!"

Damian makes eye contact and tilts his head, his interest peaked.

Y/n smiles on the inside and explains:

"The computer will simulate random "Karate Kata's" of.. Lets say 200 moves. We will each be told each move beforehand. Then need to preform them right after. Last one to forget a move wins. "

(Definition of Karate Kata : A choreographed series of Karate moves preformed in a certain order to create a full kata. Each kata generally has 20-70 moves.)

Damian takes a second to think placing his hand on his chin.

"We will each be given different Kata's to avoid cheating from the opposing side."

"Agreed!" Y/n says.

Damian sticks his hand out and Y/n shakes it with confidence.

"Now this might be interesting." Bruce mutters in the background.

Sneakily he leans over the desk and holds down a button on the bat computer.

"Hey boys, you might wanna come down and see this~"

He hums, calling the rest of the bat family from upstairs.

Ten minutes later, the smell of popcorn and competition filled the air. Y/n and Damian were situated beside each other on a dojo mat.

Jason, Dick, Tim, Bruce and the one and only Alfred came to watch the spectacle.

With a comm in each of their ears, Y/n and Damian give a bow before taking starting positions. Firsts by their hips and feet apart.

"Computer, send the kata's to their comm's." Bruce gives the starting command.

Y/n closes her eyes to listen while Damian stares into the abyss, both absorbing the info being fed to them.

Moments later they both yell "Ready!"

Bruce drops his arm like the flag at a race track, and watch them both start moving.

Starting with a forward Punch and a sudden back kick, Damian had to dodge quickly.

"Oops! Better stay focused!"

She teases and Damian growls not missing a step in his own Kata.

Every so often they both would have near misses. Almost tripping, punching or kicking each other. This kept their onlookers on their toes.

Nearing the end, Damian starts to slow down, hesitating before every move. Y/ also hesitated once or twice.

Y/n takes a peak back at Damian who was nearing the end of what he could remember. Y/n felt a twinge of guilt in her heart and immediately threw her hands in the air.

"Damn! I really don't remember that well!"

Damian looks back at her somewhat relived but quickly switches back to his serious exterior.

Standing straight, and walking over to Y/n. He shared a hand shake with her.

Even tho everyone knew Y/n threw the game, it was important that Damian wasn't embarrassed infront of his brothers, who's respect he treasured.

"Still, getting this far is a impressive feat. Good game!" Damian smiles a little at Y/n.

Y/n couldn't help the adorable smile, from Damian, becoming her to hug him! Damian's eyes widen and he tries pushing her off.

"Jason!! She has me in her grip!" he calls out for help but Jason chuckles.

"Yeah! I'd say you've got about three seconds before she cuts off your oxygen."

The entire family quickly breaks out in a laugh fest! Watching Y/n share her affection to, what is basically a blushing brick wall.

Damian continues his struggle for a moment until red lights start flaring up.

Everyone's attention now looking at the bat computer waiting for a status report. From laughing family to distributers of justice.

"Oncoming call from Comissioner Gordon." the computer states. Bruce lifts a phone to his ear and nods.

Quickly, Jim's voice beams through the speaker.

"We have a problem. Joker has planted a toxin bomb into Gotham mall. He's holding hostages and is demanding to see Red hood annd Batman."

Bruce squints at the phone before turning his gaze to Y/n.

"On our way." he says finally ending the call.

Y/n felt her breathing catch in her throat and her fists clench.

"He's throwing a tantrum. He's looking for her!" Jason growls standing stiff and ready to fight.

Bruce nods and walks quickly towards the bat suits delicately displayed on mannequins.

"She's set to transport to Arkam tomorrow. But my geuss is that Joker can't wait that long. Dick, Jason, with me!"

Jason growls loudly again and stomps off after Bruce.

Quickly getting dressed. Y/n watches Jason pull two guns from the shelf and shove it into his holsters.

His brown jacket in Y/n's arms leaving him in a black, sleeveless, turtle neck shirt. His movements angry and frustrated.

"Jason.." Y/n whispers.

"What!" he quips.

Y/n flinches gripping the leather in her hands.

Jason's gaze softens with a soft exhale.

"I'm sorry, doll." he walks up to her and places his hands on her arms rubbing them up and down.

She looks down at his brown leather jacket and whispers.

"I know, you're not excited to see the 'other boyfriend' right now. But you can't hurt Joker. He has to break me out of the transport van tomorrow! I... Can't go back to Arkam."

Her grip tightens on the jacket, memories of her parents threatening to flood back.

Jason sighs and pulls her into a small kiss.

"I can't promise that I won't punch him. And I won't allow you to go back there. Not until you're ready."

He whispers to her, giving her arms a gentle squeeze of comfort.

Y/n pushes the jacket onto Jason's chest.

"You need to go."

Jason takes his jacket and swings it over his shoulders leaving Y/n behind with a final whisper.

"I'll be back soon, Love."

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 6

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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Warning!!

>Mind control

>blood

>acid on flesh

>bones snapping

>stalker?

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

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The rain was soft, soft enough to keep a window open for Y/n to breath in the fresh rain smell.

She pulled her heavy, tierd, body off the bed. Rubbing her eyes, she leaned onto the windowsill and listen to the extra angry drivers on the road below.

Y/n's apartment was on the third floor of a 5 story apartment building. Beautifully snuggled in the middle with just enough hight to see a sunset or two when their there.

She takes a deep breath filling her lungs with a well deserved breather, until a very unexpected headache hit her.

A familiar one she'd had before along with a harsh beeping in her head. Loud enough to tone out the rain and hone in on the loud noise.

She grits her teeth and pinches her temple hard feeling her whole body rumble though the piercing headache.

"Y/n?"

Clark's voice comes from behind her and the headache suddenly stops.

She turns back to see him hesitantly push the door open with his arm. He held two cups of coffee in his hands and wore only some light blue pajama pants.

Without his shirt, Y/n could see his built torso and broad shoulders. She'd never realized how incredibly buff he was underneath that button up shirt and jacket he wore most of the time.

She smiled seeing the glasses he wore slip off his nose only for him to push it back up with the back of his wrist.

"I made some coffee. Can I come in?"

His polite voice instantly evaporated the headache Y/n had brewing in her skull.

"Yeah! Come in."

She bit her lip trying to avoid stareing at his chest and biceps before delicately taking the cup.

Clark had stayed with her the night before to keep an eye on her, aswell as give her some piece of mind.

"Was the couch ok?" Y/n asked leaning onto the windowsill.

Clark nodded before sitting on the foot of the bed. For some people it would be strange having a friend join them for a morning coffee in their bedroom. But for Y/n and Clark they were comfortable enough in each other's presence to share a rainy morning together.

"How are you feeling? Did your hand start bleeding again?"

Y/n lifted her palm to look at the fading scar.

"No? Honestly, I'm surprised it healed up so fast? It's almost Super!"

Clark suddenly chokes on his sip of coffee before regaining composure.

Y/n starts laughing a little before squinting.

"What? Did I say something funny?"

"No! No! Just hot coffee!" he quickly makes up an excuse.

Clark looked at Y/n's worried face for a second before sending a comforting smile her way.

She blushes a little and looks away.

"So! I was thinking about this whole story. The acidic blood? Hallucinations? There's gotta be something big! If Joker is behind this, why not just use Joker venom again? Then two other villains toxins! So I've been looking into other Gotham villains with toxic traits? Then there was.. "

Clark listens to every word Y/n says, absorbing every thought her brain has. But at the same time he couldn't help looking at her figure, a beautiful figure that expressed itself with every passionate movement as Y/n explained.

This moment is unfortunately ruined when Clark's ears pick up a scream across the city. A car crash that lead to a pile up.

He knew as superman he had the responsibility to run off and save the rainy day.

He puts the coffee down and stands up suddenly.

"Clark?" Y/n questions.

He walks over to her and pushes hairs from her forehead. With a warm smile he leans down to her level and places a kiss on her head.

"Hold that thought, I'll go grab us some things from the store and we'll talk over pancakes."

He rushes out the door closing it behind him, leaving Y/n flattered but a little confused at the sudden rush.

"Geuss he was hungry?" she said tracing over the spot on her head where Clark had kissed.

She chuckled and finished her coffee quick.

"I think a shower would be good while he's at the store!"

Taking a towel from the cupboard she walks to the bathroom. Opening the tap, the warm water rushes through the pipes to make a comfortable hissing shower.

Y/n growls still feeling the headache threatening to rush into her brain again.

"Damn! I really need to ask Bats about this. It's getting really loud!"

She blinks a little and steps into a warm shower feeling the water fall over her face.

The warmth of the shower was calming in the cold rainy weather. Her thoughts were finally quiet.

Until her lips twist into a smile and she could feel the water turn heavy.

With an uncontrolled chuckle surprising her, she quickly holds her mouth shut.

"Not again!"

She opens her eyes slowly to see black liquid coming from the shower head. A black liquid filling up the shower floor and holding her feet stead fast.

"Ok! Ok! Breath!" she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes again.

"It's not real! It's not-" she repeated only for a laugh to once again force it's way out of her throat.

She clenches her teeth but the laughing keeps coming until she's finally on her knees holding her head. A spiral of laughter and a ear piercing ringing in her head.

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Superman carried two small boys in his arms and flew over the heap of cars to a crying mother.

"Here! Now go to the paramedics to get checked out!" he ushers them on.

The mother pushes the boys into a stiff hug and thanks superman for his help.

He quickly flew back to the cars and lifted the top one off the pile, placing it right side up on the side of the road.

One by one he lifted before reaching a man hiding in the back seat of a cab. Finally seeing Superman, he is yanked out of the cars and set down on safe ground for paramedics to carry him off on a stretcher.

Using X-ray vision he scans for any other survivers before nodding to the police officers.

"That's everyone! Any other accidents that the paramedics can't get to?"

One of the older officers pushes a button on the walkie talkie buttoned onto his shoulder. He listens for a few seconds before confirmed.

"The rain is picking up! We have another accident on Main street! People forget how to drive when it rains!"

Superman nods.

"On it!"

A sudden sonic boom as he flys off reaching the next accident. A car ran into a fire hydrant and another flipped onto its back.

It's been hours. And Superman was flying through heavy rain to get to all the accidents with car crashes and people slipping from high un-railed rooftops.

Once he could catch a breath the sun had set, but the thick clouds covered the city in a gray darkness.

"Superman!" a dark voice appears on Superman's comm.

He was floating above the city looking over it for anything else he could get to.

"I'm here."

"Good! Are you with the Reporter?"

Superman clenches his teeth and immediately he's flying towards Y/n's apartment.

"No, why?"

Batman's voice is stern.

"The notes she made, gave me some insight to what she was feeling. The ringing she could hear made me do a MRI, scan of the blood sample and I found something worrying."

Superman's speed increases as he does stiff turns around buildings causing the rain to part out of his way and windows to shake. He listened intently as Batman explained.

"A nano-bot. Small robots in the blood stream, from its shape it's built to latch onto a specific type of skin tissue. Brain tissue."

Superman finally lands on the apartment fire escape and rushes through the open window.

"The beeping she described was the nano-bot's getting a signal from somewhere, someone. There's only one person who could develop this kind of intelligent technology, Lex Luthor."

Superman looks through the apartment rushing into Y/n's room seeing her in the corner facing the wall.

Heavy breathing, soft chucking as she hits her head with her palm. She was dressed in a sweater and sweatpants, but shampoo still in her hair and no shoes.

Superman is quick with super speed grabbing her hand stopping her from hitting herself.

"Y/n! Stop, look at me!"

In a string of crescendoing laughter she turns her head to look at superman.

Her eyes were no longer their normal color, instead it was a foggy green with the pupil barely visible.

"Hello Superman." she says with a horrific smile grabbing onto superman's arm.

With a sudden strength she swings superman over her shoulder and he crashes through the brick wall.

Superman is caught off guard just long enough for Y/n to stand straight and drag her nails across the palm of her own hand.

Just before the cement dust could settle Y/n jumps right at superman still three stories high latching onto his body.

With a terrifying smile she pushes her bloody palm down on Superman's cheek causing him to pull away.

"Y/N!" He yells at her watching her fall with a crash into the street below.

Superman grunts in pain feeling a sizzling pain on his face. Pealing away layer by layer superman's cheek turns bloody. Y/n's blood, burns Superman's skin? The man of steel! The superman!

He flies down and lands on the street, to see what had become of Y/n, only to watch her lift her broken body to a stand.

Her bones snapping back into place and wounds healing back up. Clothes ripped but she stood strong enough to laugh a little more.

The blood that remained from her devastating fall had burned through the concrete road until it hit the dirt deep beneath it.

Superman was dumbfounded, but at his sizzling face healed he sped his way towards Y/n giving her a bear hug.

"Y/n! Listen to me! Snap out of it!"

Y/n struggled in his grip kicking and pushing her bloody palm against superman's torso but he didn't budge.

"Ugh! Batman! She's not responding!"

With a second to think. Y/n bites down on her bottom lip suddenly before spitting the blood right into superman's face.

Superman, not used to any pain let's go of her and pulls back. He holds his eye feeling it sizzle and burn.

Y/n runs towards him and kicks superman's side with added inhumane strength. Superman blocks with his forearms and grabs her leg.

"I'm not gonna hurt you, Y/n!"

Not responding Y/n twists her body enough to get out of Superman's grip, just in time for superman's eye to heal back up.

Y/n smirks with fists clenched and her body pushes off the ground going full speed towards superman who bases himself for a another blow.

"That's enough." a voice in Y/n's head says and suddenly her eyes gloss over back to their original color.

She hits Superman's chest with full force then stumbles back.

Her hand quickly covers her nose and she yells in pain.

"Ugh! Holy cheese crackers!"

She slowly looks up at Superman still standing sted fast infront of her causing her to panic.

"What the hell! What happened!" she panics in a muffled voice.

Superman is still cautious but delicately helps her to her feet.

"Your name?"

"Huh?"

"Whats your name?" Superman asks eagerly.

Y/n lifts an eyebrow and pulls her hand away from her nose.

"Y/n L/n."

Still confused she looks around. The road beneath her bare feet broken into bits. Like a wrecking ball was dropped by accident.

A hole in her apartment walll with loose bricks still dropping and loose bits of debris.

There was blood dripping from her nose, knuckles, hands and from cuts on her body.

Her hand delicately moves to her throat and again new claw marks shocked her.

She looks superman dead in the eyes and tries to hold back the lump in her throat that wanted to cause a breakdown.

"Call Batman."

Superman watches her movements, listens to her heartbeat picking up and smelling the salt in her tears.

Not far down the street, a small drone hovers with silent propellers.

Watching Y/n and Superman through the drone camera, in a dark room was Lex Luthor.

His fingers braided together as he watched the screen intently. His office high up in the Lex corp building seemed like the least conspicuous place.

His suit neat and tidy, only for a laughing Joker to stumble his way beside Lex.

"Oh~ why'd you stop! It was just starting to get fun!"

Lex pushes Joker off him and growls.

"This was only a test. We know the Multi-Serum works. And along with the Nano-bots, we can trigger a weapon any time we'd like."

Joker clenches his teeth.

"You said we'd pit Batsy and Superman against each other! Not this pathetic girl!"

Lex walks over to a pin board in the room with many pictures of Y/n and files dedicated to her history pinned onto it.

"Perhaps we got a stroke of luck. Superman would be much less willing to fight an innocent. In the process of trying to save her, she could kill him when his guard is down."

He smirks tracing photo of Y/n with the back of his curled finger.

"This... Y/n, is perfect. She's my best creation-"

"Ehem! Our creation." The voice of Scarecrow objects.

Looking to the side, Lex looked at Scarecrow on the couch with a horrific mask on.

He chuckles and corrects himself.

"Yes, our creation."

[yona049]

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ♤

Joker x fem!Reader x Jason Todd

Part 2

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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Disclaimer!

>Head crushing.

>Parent death

>ptsd

>mental patients (Arkam Asylum)

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Y/n just captured by Batman and Red Hood. Only for them to come face to face with her in Wayne mannor. Y/n took the first opportunity she got to dive Jason.

"I'm gonna KILL you, Jason!"

She yelled looking down at the blue eyed boy, dark fluffy hair with a white streak through the front. Jason Todd. The one and only Vigilante Red Hood.

He slowly smirks and moves his hand onto Y/n's cheek giving it a gentle rub with his thumb.

"I missed you too, babe."

He whispers watching Y/n smile for a second before growling again.

"You could've been a little more gentle with the dart! Fake blood is hard to clean out of a clown costume!"

She stands up slowly wobbling a bit, but Jason quickly slips his arm around her waist.

"Gotcha!" he mocks while holding her steady.

"Can't be that bad? Atleast the bullet looked real? Might leave a bruise."

He boops Y/n on her nose making her look back up at him. She sighs and pushes herself onto her toes giving Jason a delicate kiss.

"Thanks for getting me out of there." she whispers against his lips until a certain bat clears his throat.

Y/n smiles and turns to the batman before jump-hugging him.

"Hey, Bruce!"

Batman was much bigger in size, so a hug from him lifted her off the ground until he sat her back down.

He pulls the cowl off his face and gives Y/n a pat on the head.

"Sorry about the wait, Y/n. We weren't sure when you'd be out again. Jason went out on every patrol."

"Awww! Jason!" she teases tossing the Red Hood helmet onto the bed.

She follows shortly after and sits on the fluffy duvet before pulling off the polkadot socks she wore.

"Joker had a long business period! I couldn't get him out of base for anything! It was constant paperwork and gun shipping."

She pulls a small piece of paper out of her sock and hands it to Batman.

"All recent shipments and crate numbers are there. You should be able to find some other interesting numbers."

She falls back onto the bed with another big sigh.

"We eventually went out, but it took a bit of teasing to get him to draw attention to us. I thew a grenade into an empty shop. I hope it helped you find us."

She glances over at Jason who had an annoyed look on his face. Y/n figured it was probably the kiss he walked in on, between her and the Joker.

Batman quickly pulls her from her thoughts.

"I'll look at this. In the mean time I'll have an armored truck take you to Arkam in two days. Best you take a shower and sleep before then. Joker is sure to take you back."

He places his hand on Jason's shoulder heading for the door.

"Y/n. Good job."

Y/n smiles getting some well deserved praise from Bruce Wayne. He finally walks out closing the door, leaving Jason and Y/n alone.

Outside the room Damian Wayne was leaning against the wall with crossed arms. The newest Robin to the family, dressed in a black turtleneck looking mature for his age. Once Bruce walks out he follows him to, presumably the Bat-cave.

"Father! Why have I never heard of this Y/n?"

Bruce unfolds the paper Y/n gave him and starts reading.

"Well, Damian. She's been undercover for a long time, and Jason talks about her alot."

Damian stops dead in his tracks in shock.

"That is his girlfriend! I thought he was making her up since we've never seen her!?"

He runs down the hallway catching up with Bruce who walks up to the piano in the middle of the study. He hits a few keys until the platform underneath their feet starts going down.

"She was before your time. I can give you her file."

Damian nods walking off the platform and into the Bat-cave.

A large caved out space with drip stone covering the walls along with Platforms holding all sorts of other bat related things. The Batmobile, Batman's suits, and finally the large screen, the bat computer.

Damian lifts himself onto the counter watching Bruce pull Y/n's file onto the screen.

A picture of a young Y/n pops up, with short hair and dyed streaks in her hair. She looked like a typical rebellious teen with an angry expression.

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Y/n L/n. (Alias : Y/n Caster.)

Age : 20

Gotham resident.

Occupation : Criminal.

Parents : James Caster (Deceased)

Abigail Caster (Deceased)

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Damian lifts an eyebrow and glares at Batman.

"How can her parents have the same last name as Y/n's alias?"

Bruce smirks and hits a few more buttons before another profile pops up on screen. This time a picture of Y/n with a bright smile and longer hair.

"This is her real file, albeit a little out dated."

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Y/n L/n.

Age : 17

Gotham resident.

Occupation : Student.

Parents : Marideth L/n (Deceased)

Harrion L/n(Deceased)

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Damian looks settled with his thoughts then asks another question.

"How did This Y/n come to work for Joker? Surely he wouldn't trust some mentally challenged girl!"

Bruce quickly snaps.

"Hey! That's rude Damian."

"Sorry. But I'm still curious!"

With a sigh Batman sits down on the chair.

"It's a long story."

Damian wiggles himself into a comfortable position and hits a button on the bat computer.

"Please bring some popcorn down to the Bat-cave, Pennyworth."

A small confirmation from Alfred and Damian eagerness to listen made Bruce chuckle.

"Very well, If you're so willing. Here's the story of my secret adopted child."

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"Y/n was young at the time. Maybe just 8? Her parents worked at psych Wards all over the world, but eventually they settled at the toughest one of them all."

"Arkam Asylum." Damian answers.

"That's right!" Bruce congratulates.

A large medieval castle with a looming darkness over it. It held the laughter and cries of all their patients.

A young couple rushed into the building holding their coats over their heads. One older man is the first to shake off the droplets with his wife following behind.

"Well! Wasn't expecting your first introduction to our work to start out like that, huh, Y/n?" Her father pats her on the head as she hid underneath his coat.

Mother takes her hand and walks with her down the hallway.

"Now, honey. Remember our deal."

Y/n nods looking around curiously.

"Stay close! Only go where mom and dad says. Don't talk to patients."

Mom giggles and kisses Y/n's forehead.

"Good! Now let's get to the office before we get to the really scary patients!"

Once the family was in the cozy office, Y/n immediately took to the bookshelf covered in different old books.

Dad walks up behind her and points to one specific red colored book. 'The Phycology of a Disheveled Mind.'

He hands it to Y/n who smiles and takes a seat at the big desk with a spinning chair.

A small chuckle from dad as he kneels down beside her.

"We'll be back soon to give you a better tour, first we need to go check on some patients. Read up so I can discuss with you after ok!"

Y/n nods excitedly watching mom place a packet of gummy candies on the table.

"A surgery snack for a buzzing mind." she uses her finger to imitate a bee and makes a buzzing noise before landing her finger on Y/n's nose.

"Love you, Bee!"

Y/n laughs.

"Love you, Mom! Love you, Dad!"

They make a swift exit with clip boards in hand. Soon their both in the ward with patients all around them in cells. Bane, Scarecrow, and a few empty ones awaiting their escaped patients. Like Penguin and Dr Freeze.

"As you can see, Mr Wayne. Your sponsorship is greatly improving our necessary medicines and holding cells." Mom shows.

A young Bruce wearing a tucks and neatly combed hair looks around intently.

"I see, and The patients are treated well?" Bruce asks.

"As well as they can be treated, the staff almost treat them too nicely unfortunately. We had a Doctor try sneaking a machine gun in, a few weeks ago."

Bruce sucks air though his teethad they reached the end of the hallway.

"Well! Keep up the good work you two. I'm glad to see my funds are helping better the mental health of patients."

Saying their goodbyes, Mom and Dad make their way back down the long hallway.

Mom smiled scribbling down some notes.

"Let's get back to Y/n, I'm sure she's pretty sick of that book by now."

Dad laughs and shakes his head disagreeing.

"Our little girl is brilliant! She's probably studying that book cover to cover."

He walks up to a cell and smiles making notes. He looks up at a man wearing a top hat and a grin on his face.

"Good evening, Jervis. How are you feeling tonight."

The man only smiles with a glare towards dad. Dad sighs but keeps his smile.

"You're doing better than yesterday. Don't tell the others. But I brought you a snack!"

He places a round cookie in a tray and pushes it into the cell. With a warm smile the patient grabs the cookie and takes a small bite of it.

"Thanks, Doc!" he grumbles and continues eating the cookie.

Dad smiles happily and nods.

"Your welcome-"

A sudden explosion sends a Shockwave through the hallway causing mom and had hit the wall hard.

The entire building shakes causing Y/n to Scream. She hides under the table as the heavy bookshelf falls straight down onto the ground.

Y/n calls for Mom and Dad but the open office door beckons her to run out to find them.

Back in the Cell block. Scattered debris welcome a Crown Prince of crime, like a red carpet.

Joker was still a very young and very new Criminal in Gotham, so no one expected him to break into Arkam for reinforcements.

He laughs at the chaos he caused with alarms going off and a few Criminals running wild.

He snaps his fingers and points some of his Joker Goons towards Bane's cell.

They make use of another explosive to blast the cell door off its hinges.

Y/n runs in just in time to see her dad hunched over her mom. Mom was trapped under the heavy wall that had been blasted off.

She runs closer already starting to feel the tears run down her face.

"M-mom!"

Dad was bleeding from his head when he looked up at Y/n running towards them. A dark shadow followed behind her.

Bane was about to grab her until dad pulls Y/n behind him and out of the way, just in time for Bane to grab him instead of her.

Dad yells and struggles as Bane holds him off the ground by his head.

"Stop this Bane! We can help! We can Change what happened to- Ugh!"

Y/n stares at her dad in horror, her mom's body unmoving and bent in so many unnatural ways.

"Dad! No! Leave my dad alone!"

Y/n watches in horror before charging towards this huge man. Bane, now only using one hand to hold the entirety of Dads head, smacks Y/n into the wall with great force. A small child getting hit into a hard wall.

She blinks a few times, dizzy from impact but crawls towards her dad. A laughter fuzzy in the background, until a horrible sound fills her ears.

The cracking of bone and a mush before a final thud, as her dads head is crushed.

She froze looking at both of her parents infront of her. But only for a second until a big black cape crosses her eyesight.

"Don't look!" a growled voice. Batman came to save the day, but just too late.

He pulls her into his arms, squeezing her broken terrified body. Once he knew she was in his arms safe, he uses a grappling hook to pull them out of the chaos.

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"After that, we brought her back to Wayne Manor. Even after revealing my identity, she didn't react. She was like a ragdoll for months. Dick tried everything to help her grieve."

Bruce taps his foot thinking back, feeling her little traumatized body.

"It was only after that, when we found Jason again. Jason was so battered and bruised once Joker brainwashed and tortured him. After what Joker did to him, and Joker did to her. They bonded over it."

Damian looks down at the empty popcorn bowl in his lap with a growl.

"How did she manage an under cover mission around the man who killed her parents! I would've taken the first opportunity to cut him with my katana!"

He slips off the table with an angry growl. Before he could storm off Bruce lightly pats his head getting him to calm down.

"Y/n took alot of time to train and work though her anger."

Batman quickly looks to the side when his attention is pulled by a Zooming engine.

A motorcycle echoes though the bat cave and with a screeching holt it stops on one of the platforms.

A blue bird on his chest and incredibly strong build, Dick Grayson also known as Nightwing steps off the bike and lifts his helmet off his head.

"Hey Bruce! Hey Damian!" he walks up to them lifting his mask off his face with a satisfying sigh.

He looks up at the Bat computer and his eyes light up seeing Y/n's picture.

"Y/n's back? It's been forever!"

Batman smiles and nods.

"7 months to be exact."

Damian gasps and growls annoyed.

"You knew about Y/n too?"

"Yes! I helped train her." Dick assured grabbing the empty popcorn bucket Damian was holding.

"I wanna go say Hi before she goes back undercover."

He takes a few kernels, chewing on them a little before patting Damian on the head. Bruce shakes his head and presses a few more buttons.

"Not yet! She's catching up with Jason right now. She needs rest."

Dick stops chewing for a second then places the popcorn bowl down. He looks straight at Bruce with a serious face.

"How long is this gonna go on, Bruce? How long does he have to stay near that phyco?"

Batman stops typing for a second and turns to look at his two boys waiting anxiously for an answer.

"She doesn't want to leave, I've asked her. She's determined to stay." he looks down a little worried.

"Y/n has been undercover for a long time. I'm worried that before long. She'll become Ace instead of Y/n."

[yona049]

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ♤

Joker x fem!Reader x Jason Todd

Part 1

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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Disclaimer!

>This story uses Jared Leto's Joker and the batfam from another universe.

>Grenade's and Gun violence.

>Toxic Joker relationship that could be triggering to some.

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A shining knife spins through the air towards a target finally hitting the wall beside it. A complete miss!

Y/n snarls before fixing her hair back into its wild style. A girl that wore clown themed makeup with ecstatic colors. Two bright red lines diagonally crossing her eyes and black lipstick reaching her cheekbones to emphasize her smile.

Y/n, more known as The Ace an accomplice of the crown prince of crime. Along side him in many crimes!

"This is impossible Harley!" she whines picking up another knife off a table.

The warehouse was covered in bright spray paint with alot of clown faces and aggressive 'Hahaha' fonts on the walls.

Harley Quinn, ex to the crown prince of crime, Joker. She sat in the corner of the room away from the targets set up, wiping some blood off her iconic hammer.

"Nah, you're just a little out of rhythm!" she stands up and walks over to Y/n ready to throw another dagger.

"Ace, daggers were never my strong suit, but Ya gotta keep your wrist straight! Aim before ya throw!" she scolds and lifts Ace's wrist a little.

Ace bites her lip and aims directly at the bullseye, her hand pulls back and throws it with an incredible speed.

It flies and hits, only for it to bounce off the target and hit the ground.

She sighs heavily as Harley snickers behind her then remarks.

"You could almost take it as a sign! Not being able to hit the mark and missing every time!"

Ace lifts an eyebrow looking at the insane girl.

"What are you on about?"

"I'm just saying girl! That's how your future with that toxic asshole is looken!"

Harley skips back to her seat and goes back to cleaning her hammer.

Ace rolls her eyes and takes a third dagger flipping it around her hand like a fidget toy.

"Harls, you're not gonna get me to break up with the Joker, even if he is a Toxic asshole!"

She smirks thinking about him. Joker. His pale skin and many tattoos across his body and face. His iconic smile tattoo on his hand being his most prized and favorite of the bunch.

Harley rolls her eyes and leans back into the wall behind her.

"Well! You're 'boyfriend' hasn't done alot of crime lately! Must be getting lazy!"

Just as she finished her insult a slow growl comes from the doorway.

"Lazy huh? I don't see you doing anything!"

Ace looks up with an immediate smile seeing Joker leaning on the door frame. His purple coat and sleek hair.

He watches the two girls before he spots Ace and pats on his chest. She immediately walks closer to him and puts her hands on his tattooed chest.

Jokers hand moves around her waist and pulls her against him suddenly.

"Hey, baby."

Joker smirks with his eyes only on her, then planting a slow kiss onto her lips.

Harley audibly gags in the background with a heavy eye roll.

Joker pulls back with a purr and traces Ace's jaw before his eyes land on a small bruise she had on her cheekbone.

His face turns from an amused smirk to an intense dissatisfied glare. He grabs her cheeks and pushes her head to the side to get a better look.

"Their name, Give me their name."

He uses his thumb to rub away the makeup trying desperately to cover up the bruise. Ace slowly moves her hand over his and pulls it from her face.

"It was no one! Really." Ace looks at him with pleading eyes knowing what he'd do if he knew someone hit her.

Joker grabs her face again and yanks it close to his. An angry whisper forces Ace's eyes to look up at him.

"Who hurt you?"

Harley sees Ace's panicked expression and quickly interjects.

"It really was nothing, J! I just took her out for some fun, is all! Some asshole at the bar turned it into a fight!"

Joker looks back at Ace and from an aggressive grab his hand smooths over the side of her head.

"Did you kill him?"

Ace smirks again and runs her finger tips over Jokers lips seductively.

"Ripped all his pretty little teeth out."

She giggles a little in turn joker laughs with her. Getting the confirmation he needed, that Ace was ok he turned to Harley.

"You took her out?" he questioned walking closer to Harley.

Without looking up from her hammer she nodded.

"Yeah, She wasn't gonna go against you're rules! Might aswell take her out because you weren't gonna!"

Joker slams his fist into the wall right above Harley's head.

"I'm not gonna let her out of my sight! She stays for a reason."

He takes his gun from the holster and spins it around his finger, then pushing it against Harley's forehead.

Ace gasps and growls.

"J-!"

"This DOESN'T concern you!"

He yells back at Ace without looking away from Harley.

Ace felt her heart shrink for a second but her fear turned to anger quickly when teeth clenched.

"You've been breaking too many rules, Quinn. I think it's time you go." he states with a raspy voice.

Harley chuckles a little before pushing him back and off her.

"With pleasure!" she gives a final bow with her hands stretched out wide before flipping Joker off as she walks away.

Ace gives joker an angry glare but runs past him catching up with Harley.

She finds Harley in her room, throwing clothes into a bag aswell as some very powerful hand guns.

Her room looked similar to the warehouse with spray painted walls, with the exception of a broken window and bullet holes in the walls.

She had an old vintage closet with dark brown wooden walls but once again, spray painted and plastered with stickers.

"Harley! Don't go! We really need you around here!" she pleads closing the door behind her.

Harley pulls three beautiful wooden bat's out of the corner of the closet and holds them to her chest.

"No Ace! You need me. It's been a long time coming and I should've just left after I broke things off with Joker!"

She throws the bat's onto her bed with heavy clanking.

Ace pouts for a second and sits on the bed.

"But where will you go? What if you get hurt!"

Harley spots Ace's sad expression and gives in. She sits next to Ace with a sigh and takes her hand.

She talks in a very quiet whisper, just enough so only they could hear.

"Y/n. You know I'll be ok. Me and Ivy have been wanting to get a place of our own anyway."

Ace bites her lip hearing her real name for a second and tears weld up.

"We were enemies when I got here because you still loved Joker, now you're leaving, as my best friend!" she sniffs and rubs her eyes.

Harley smiles before delicately rubbing Y/n's head.

"Now I gotta leave ya to handle J's bullshit by yourself. But listen! If you ever feel like leaving that silver teethed cry baby! You know where to find me."

Ace smiles and the girls share a tight hug. Their friendship growing even stronger in a moment of sadness.

"Thanks, Harley."

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The car zoom's though the streets with a roaring engine. It's red blur as it drives past the windows and glass doors. The night air cold making the hot car engine hiss.

Ace looked over at Joker driving the car, his silver teethed grin made her growl with anger before looking back out the window.

"You shouldn't have done that!"

She growls.

"Done What..?" the Joker said slowly like poison filling a wound.

"Chased Harley away because she was pissing me off?" he said with a teasing voice answering his own question.

"Yes! Now she's run off with her plant obsessed girlfriend and left me to deal with you." Ace sneered glaring daggers at Joker.

Joker takes a sudden turn making Ace fall to the side and right into the jokers grip. He held her tightly by the shoulders against him now driving with only one hand.

"I ain't that bad, doll. Besides, Harley was getting out of place, breaking all the wrong the rules. She had to go." he chuckles and it slowly morphs into a slow laugh.

Ace breaks from his grip and looks back out the window.

"At least Harl's knew how to have some fun, you're all business these days." she rests her head in her palm and looks at all the different colored city lights.

Joker turns to her and looks a little offended before his signature grin takes hold.

"Well then, geuss we have no choice then. Lets have some fun."

He lifts his sharply shined gun from the holster on his side and sticks it out of the car window.

Ace felt excitement bubble up inside her before she grabs her own weapon of choice. Grenades with faces painted on them, smiles and angry faces.

Joker shoots a few rounds into the sky and suddenly all the pedestrians skater like rats. Ace takes a grenade and pulls the pin. She moves to stick her upper body out of the window laughing maniacally.

"Now that's more like it!" she yells as she tosses the grenade into a small shop that looked quite empty. The grenade went off and people screamed in terror.

She hold's onto the edge of the window swinging her body back and forth as she laughed. The car radio blasting with loud music and gun fire echoing through the night sky.

The car suddenly hits a bump and Ace almost falls straight forward and out of the car.

Just before her face could get shaved off, a hand grabs the back of her shirt before yanking her back into the car.

She lands onto the jokers lap with a second of silence and staring. She hears him start laughing arrogantly before she joins him in their psychotic harmonious laughter.

"I got ya, baby." he laughed as she nuzzles her way into his neck.

Their drive came to a sudden holt when joker spotted a fancy looking store with fancy clothes and shiny jewelry. "Allow me to spoil you, doll."

He opens the car door and doesn't bother closing it as he carries Ace bridal style towards the store. Ace giggles with a grin before taking jokers gun from his holster.

Not daring to break eye contact she shoots bullets into the air sensing the employee's in the boutique.

When they finally enter the room Ace is dropped to the ground and with a skip in her step she grabs the first glittered dress off the hanger.

Joker smirks and takes his second gun from the holster.

"Excuse me! You can't-" a brave employee steps forward but stops in his tracks when Joker puts a bullet in his chest.

He walks closer to Ace and uses the gun to lift her chin making her laugh in excitement.

"Ya like that one?" he breaths out with a teasing tone.

He bites his lip with a seductive growl. "All pretty and dazzled for me?"

Y/n pushes her arm though the sleeve of the dress before placing her hand on the back of Jokers head.

"I could wear it for you all night." she moves onto her toes and kissed Joker slowly pushing his head forward.

Joker closes his eyes enjoying the deep kiss.

"I'll get ya every sparkling dress you want!" he grabs hold of her waist and they both start laughing in harmony.

"Not tonight, asshole!" A strong voice interrupts the laughter.

Ace's head turns to look at the Batman and Red Hood standing at the entrance. Red Hood is the first to jump forward and pull out two guns.

Ace growls and throws the dress off her arm and over Red Hood's mask.

"We were just starting to have FUN!" She yells in frustration and grabs another grenade off her belt.

She takes a step forward blocking Joker with her body, only for Red Hood to send a bullet into her thigh.

She yells in pain and falls forward throwing the grenade as she does.

A sudden explosion shakes the ground but red Hood took cover behind the front desk of the shop.

Joker growls loudly and charges toward Ace.

"Baby! Ace!"

Just as he was about to reach her Batman sends him flying back with a kick.

He laughs a little lifting his body up before sending bullets flying towards Batman.

"Hitting my girl first Batman? How bold!" his purple coat flutters through the air as he runs.

He shoots a few more bullets towards batman's face, Batman used his arm cuffs to block oncoming fire. But with his eyes covered he didn't see joker push a shelf with expensive handbags onto the Batman.

The shelf collapses with a thud and purses fly every which way.

"Suits you!" he laughs once again running right past Batman to Ace who was crawling on her stomach and tossing grenades at Red Hood who was still huddled behind the desk.

"I'm coming, baby!" Joker calls out to her.

She looks back at joker for only a second, Red Hood takes her distraction as an oppertunity. He jumps out from behind the desk, using his grappling gun he catches Ace's wrist then dragging her through the rubble and into his grip.

Swift and quick he's got her in a choke hold, stareing Joker down.

"Don't move or I twist just hard enough to break her neck and rip her jugular!" Red Hood threatens.

Y/n struggles punching at Red Hood's arms trying to grab his head.

"Joker-" She chokes out.

Joker lifts his gun again and points it right at Ace.

"Hold still, Ace."

His eyes glisten as she stares down the barrel over his arm. His focus so intense and aims towards Red Hoods arm holding Ace down.

He cocks the gun back ready to fire but Batman is first to kick him down.

Within moments Ace's eyes close and her body falls limp.

Red Hood throws her over his shoulder and runs to the Batmobile that was waiting outside. Batman follows shortly after and they zoom off in the black sleek car into the dead of night.

Joker recovers with gritting teeth running into the street. He shoots the batmobile with all the ammo loaded into his gun screaming after it.

"You can't take her! She's MINE!"

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Y/n Shoots up from her bed with a sudden gasp.

Thick wooden walls around her with mesmerizing carved architecture. The bed she layed in was a double with a thick goose feather blanket.

She was comfortably sat down with a bandage around her throat which she delicately traced. A glass of water was on the bed side table along with her grenade belt and gun she kept on her person.

She looked up at the mirror in the corner of the room. Smudged clown make up and still in costume, only difference was her hair was down and a small bandage over her nose from her harsh fall.

She growls when the door opens and her body tenses ready to move.

In walks a familiar black suit along with a shiny red helmet with creepy white eyes.

As soon as they came into view Y/n pounces onto Red Hood tackling him to the ground her hands grab hold of the helmet and she yanks it off his head.

"I'm gonna KILL you, Jason!"

She yelled looking down at the blue eyed boy, dark fluffy hair with a white streak through the front. Jason Todd. The one and only Vigilante Red Hood.

He slowly smirks and moves his hand onto Y/n's cheek giving it a gentle rub with his thumb.

"I missed you too, babe."

[yona049]

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✨All the Fics I've written in the last year✨

𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 ♤

Joker x fem!Reader x Jason Todd

Status : Ongoing

>Kidnapping, Batfam, Toxic Joker Relationship, Crime

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𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Parts : 6

Status : Finished!

>Kidnapping, fire, seduction, dancing, stalking, Sword fights and wounds.

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𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Status : Ongoing

>Poisoning, fainting, batman, blood, thriller

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𝕄𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕝 𝕆'𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Status : Ongoing

>Adventure, romance, Smidge of gore, Death

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More stories in the future but for now here's somethings to read up on! Any requests or suggestions are welcome!

✨(Psst!! Here's some short stories on a ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜱᴛ you might like!) ✨

Happy reading ^_^

[yona049]

𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Part 4

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(Phantom finally returns!)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

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Disclaimer!

>Many time skips

>Rushed chapter! (pls let me know if you spot a mistake)

>This has evolved into its own story, if its not something you're interested in, feel free to skip this one and check out some other fics on my page! °v°

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A horrible taste sat in Y/n's mouth as she stared out the window at the setting sun while sitting on the bed. She'd been in thought all day, trying to figure out what to do. She'd loved Aloïs, but this Aloïs was new to her, new personality, new possessions, new life.

She's pulled from her thoughts when a gentle hand rubs her head.

"You haven't touched your dinner, mon chéri."

Erik's adorable nickname flew right over her head.

"Oh! Yes of course."

She takes the plate and spoon from Erik only to fall back into thought after the first bite. Tapping on the plate slowly with the spoon.

Erik chuckles a little before taking her hand holding the spoon.

"Shall I feed you?" he pushes the spoon onto her lip.

Y/n takes the bite delicately with butterflies dancing in her stomach. Finally her thoughts were concentrated on Erik again and she starts eating.

Erik walks back to his bed and sat facing her. With a small wetstone he rhythmically scraped the edges of his dagger.

"I think, I should give Aloïs a chance."

Erik glances up at Y/n with a pause before resuming his sharpening.

"Oh? You didn't look so compliant this morning."

"I know, but if there's any chance My Aloïs is still there, perhaps I should take it. The riches that come after, is simply insurance for us."

"Us?"

Erik questions. Y/n realizes her words and suddenly their situation becomes clearer.

"Of course, I could never dream of abandoning you. You've saved me so many times-.."

"Then why not stay with me!" his interruption seems almost threatening this time. Eyes drilling into Y/n's.

Y/n sets down the plate and walks to Erik. She kneels down infront of him and takes his hands in hers, watching the words in his eyes.

"Erik, If I were to marry Aloïs. We'd be upper class. You could finally have a chance to see her again."

Erik quickly looks away and shakes his head.

"Who are you enquiring about?"

She delicately squeezes his hands, then also looks away, down at his hands.

"You don't have to deny it. I've seen you sing with her. Even if she is far from here, you always look out the windows as if you could see her. The sparkling in your eyes Erik. I... Could never hope to compete."

Erik didn't look back but his heart ached knowing Y/n's words were true to some extent. He still loved Christine even just a little. How could he not? He'd taught her how to find her voice, listened to her prayers night after night.

Y/n stood up and planted a kiss on Erik's head, then pulling him into a hug. His arms curled around her upper legs with his head on her stomach.

Patting his head delicately she smiled at his genuine, loving hug.

"Tomorrow, when Aloïs returns, I'll give him a chance. After that, we will decide what lays ahead."

She walks out of his grasp without another word and pulls the curtains shut. Once she couldn't see Erik anymore, he looked back at her.

A thin curtain keeping their bodies and souls apart, but so did a man and a woman who they both once loved.

Y/n lifts the ring that Aloïs gave her off the bed side table to look at it, quite coincidentally, so too did Erik lift Christine's ring.

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No sooner did morning come and Y/n found herself face to face with Aloïs outside the tavern.

Him dressed in a new fancy coat while she stood in the same dress she wore yesterday. Erik up in their room but with a keen ear listening to each word.

Y/n lifts her index finger up to Aloïs and stands confidently, chest out and feet steadfast in the ground.

"One outing. One chance to show me you're still the Aloïs I knew and loved."

Aloïs's eyes light up and he is quick to take Y/n's hand and kiss it catching her off gaurd. Not a good start.

"Thank you, chéri! We could go anywhere! Anywhere you'd like!"

Y/n shakes her head and pulls her hand back rubbing it.

"I think it's best if you decide."

"Alright then! Tonight we make for the new Opera house!"

The new Opera house! Where Christine sings? It wouldn't be right towards Erik. In many ways she'd feel like she was betraying him.

Y/n shakes her head trying to quickly object but once again Aloïs's excitement gets the best of him.

"Aloïs! Hold on, we can't! Um... Because, I-I have nothing to wear! "

Aloïs grabs onto the carriage as it starts moving.

"Don't worry! I shall have a dress and other essentials sent here! I will arrive shortly before 6 to pick you up."

Using his feathered hat he waves goodbye to Y/n who is already chewing on her nail with a stiff body.

Erik peaks out the window and watches Y/n rush up the stairs.

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"For the 100th time, Y/n. It's fine!"

Erik stated once again watching Y/n pull the biggest fancy blue dress out of the box it was delivered in.

"Still it doesn't feel right! After what we talked about last night. I should've stopped him sooner!"

With his hands on his hips he watches Y/n struggle with all the fancy things Aloïs sent to her for their date.

"Even if I did object, darling. We can't change it now."

Y/n, trying to pull the large frilly dress off the floor and into her arms, sighs heavily. She peaks through the bundle of a dress in her arms at Erik.

"I am sorry you have to be here alone tonight. Boris was nice enough to give us the night off. Will you be ok?"

She almost stumbles into the closed curtains to get dressed. Small sparkling bits of jewelry were spread out on the bed aswell as make up and fresh shoes.

"I'll be quite fine. I'm no stranger to one night alone. Besides, you should try to enjoy tonight."

Once again Erik watches Y/n's silhouette. She drops the dress she wore onto the floor before crawling her way in though the bottom of the hooped skirt and pushing herself through the arm and head holes.

"I won't be too long hopefully. Still, it will be nice to be back in an Opera house, all be it a completely different one."

She pulls a little and straightens out the dress and puts the shoes on the ground slipping them on. She takes the corset off the bed and pulls it around her torso then pulling the strings as much she could.

"Erik! I might need some help with the corset."

She steps out of the curtains looking down while trying to clip a necklace around the back of her neck.

"Of course I'll-..."

His words drift off once Y/n comes into full view. Her dress a beautiful dark blue with small decorated flakes of gold. A beautiful off shoulder medium length sleeve top with little white frills.

"... Help."

Finishing his sentence with a paced heart and eyes glued to Y/n. She looked so beautiful, it reminded him of all the gowns he'd seen rich woman wear going to see the Opera. A warming nostalgic feeling, mixed with astonished glances to Y/n's clean completion.

He takes a few steps to behind Y/n where he took the strings of the corset and pulled them tight.

Y/n gasped softly once the corset pushed her torso into shape. Erik's hand guide itself over her aside and onto her stomach.

A roaming hand on her stomach going up, Y/n felt the same longing for Erik's touch she'd felt many times before.

"How does it feel? Can you breath?"

Erik whispered to her sending shivers up the back of her neck.

Although she really couldn't breath because of how close Erik was, she nodded.

"Let me help with your hair."

Y/n didn't know how, but Erik seemed to know exactly how to put hair up neat and tidy. This once again brought Erik's past into question. What did he do in the Opera?

Even tho he'd answered the question before, Y/n doubted he helped only moving things around and doing maintenance.

Y/n's hair was freshly washed and dried. She hasn't worn her hair up in a while, she'd always danced with loose hair and gone her days without putting it up.

This means it was the first Erik had seen her like this. Open shoulders and beautiful neckline. He was very unsure why he felt this way for someone other than Christine.

He places a delicate kiss on Y/n's neck, again causing Y/n to gasp at the unexpected moment.

She looks back at Erik connecting with his gaze. A powerful moment from both of them. Y/n wanted to kiss Erik, he wanted exactly the same.

"You're beautiful, Y/n."

He whispers to her.

She smiles a little hearing his little praise and delicately she places her hand on the side of his head.

Nervous but entranced by her, not because she wore a fancy dress or makeup, but because of her smile, because of her lasting laughs and love to all things.

Now more than ever, he needed to decide. Loose one Dimond, or continue chasing another he'd lost sight of long ago.

Within an instant Erik's lips meet hers. Suddenly fireworks spark and all moments they've shared before mix into one. Erik's hand on her stomach push her closer towards him and Y/n grips the back of his hair lightly.

Y/n felt the warmth in his lips, soft hands holding her like he'd never let go. Body language threatening to keep her captured and protected. His forever. She'd felt his embrace so many times before, but this felt warmer than sunshine on her face.

A lasting kiss mixed with uncertainty when the sound of horses come down the street.

Y/n Quickly pulls away putting her hand over her mouth and Erik grits his teeth at the interrupted kiss.

"Erik, I'm sorry, I had no right." Y/n felt the need to apologize.

"Nonsense! This was my decision."

His hands were now shaking, his decision now greatly turned to one side. To Y/n. He wanted to tell her not to go. He wanted to hold her and run to where Aloïs couldn't touch her or even look at her again.

"Y/n-..."

"Stop!" Y/n demanded pulling Erik's hand off her stomach.

"Please don't make this harder than it is! I've tried to ignore it. I'm trying not to be selfish."

She takes a deep shaky breath and rubs her eyes keeping the tears from rushing out.

"I'm trying not to love you, because I know you love her."

With a crumpled bit of her dress squeezed in her fists she clears her throat.

"I'll be back soon, then we can talk!"

She looks up at Erik with glossed eyes then lifts her dress off the ground and running out of the room.

Erik stood frozen, his thoughts rushing with uncertain desire. A longing for another.

Y/n ran downstairs with heavy breathing and tears falling onto the floor but she shook her head and plastered on a smile.

She waved goodbye to Boris who called her pretty girl before she left, giving her a little more reason to smile.

Finally coming out of the tavern. Aloïs is stunned and offers his hand.

"My lady, beautiful as always." Aloïs complimented and placed a small kiss on her hand.

A bouquet of flowers is pulled out of the carriage and given to Y/n. She looked down at the brightly colored flowers and smelled them.

"Their beautiful, Aloïs. Thank you."

Aloïs smiled but stopped for a moment.

"You're not wearing the ring?"

Y/n shakes her head and looks back at the tavern to their room.

"I must have forgotten it."

"Well then! Let's be off, mon amour. The Opera awaits! And perhaps more good news! Christine is preforming tonight. One of the Opera performances you danced for, I think."

Helping Y/n into the carriage, their off into the night air and to the Opera. The Opera house was shining bright in the dimly lit Paris night and was visible even from the tavern.

Erik was still caught in the room, his fists clenched and his jaw locked.

A sudden swing into the wall breaking the wooden plank instantly. Heavy breathing and hair hanging over his eye.

"She is not your mon amour."

His body fuming with anger, feeling once again he was too late! Once again he'd lost to a pretty rich boy. The sunshine when he was the darkness.

He pulled his bloody splintered hand out of the wooden wall still not satisfied. He wanted to bash Aloïs's skull in. He wanted to take Y/n and tell her he loved her, how it took him this long to realize was his own wrong doing.

Her teary and frightened eyes popping into his head. How could someone so beautiful look so sad. Erik felt all the signs flood back from hidden memories.

Y/n's gentle voice helping him stay awake while she carried him after the fire. Her soft hand washing his wound. Her smile not fearing his face. Never once did she shutter away from his touch. All he wanted was to see her smile so happily after a long night's dance.

He made a decision. He wasn't going to let the fool take her, he would take her first.

He once again pushed out the false bottom out of the closet floor to reveal a white mask and black cape along with clothing he wore once before.

He chuckles deeply and pulls the mask onto his face.

"I'll need you once again, old friend. Beware, the Phantom of the Opera."

With a maniacal laughter he swings his cloak on and dissappears into darkness.

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The Opera house burned bright with people and chatter! Golden statues of beautiful men and woman, and a miraculous staircase upon entering.

Y/n felt so out of place when walking on the red carpet. Not even a speck of dust on the polished floors.

Her eyes dazzled with excitement and she'd never felt so far from home.

"Erik! Look at the chandelier!" she pointed with a gloved hand.

Aloïs turns away from his conversation with another older looking noble couple and runs up to her.

"Darling! It's quite beautiful isn't it!"

He quickly puts his arm around her waist and pulls her to his side.

"Don't mind her silly little mind. She gets confused who she's with sometimes."

He explains to the couple. Y/n's mind quickly corrects itself remembering Erik isn't here and her cheeks flush.

Aloïs takes her hand and kisses it before pulling it to his heart.

"My darling Y/n and I are celebrating our engagement! Aren't we?"

Y/n looks at Aloïs confused for a second before the nobel woman claps her hands together happily.

"That's wonderful! I'm happy that the daughter of the famous dancer, will marry my nephew, soon."

Aloïs smiles proudly.

"Yes! Quite a spectacle! Now if you'll excuse us. We have many people to meet."

Aloïs bows his head gently and pulls Y/n towards another couple giving Y/n a chance to plant her feet in the ground and stop.

Her eyes move to Aloïs's with a stern glare.

"Aloïs. We didn't agree to this! We agreed that after I'd make my decision."

Aloïs sighs then nods with a guilty sigh.

"I know, mon amor. But I'm very confident in your answer. As I've said. This is a better life. Besides, I don't want you to rot in that tavern any longer."

His fingertips delicately brush over her cheek and he smiles.

"You're my darling, Y/n. I will keep you safe, till the end of your days until you die comfortably in a silk bed with as many fur children you'd like."

Y/n looks away for a second before thinking of Erik's face, the expression he made every night listening to Christine sing in their cramped little room. She could help him as much as she could help herself.

She looks back up at Aloïs with his glittering outfit and fine polished shoes. Her hand reaches for his bicep and she smiles.

"W-who else do we need to meet? Um.. Darling?"

Aloïs once again smiles with joy and pulls her off to another noble man where she smiles carefully and nods politely.

By the time they arrived in box 5 high above the stage, Y/n was exhausted. She sunk into her seat like a tierd dad after work. She took a breath and quickly straightens herself out to sit straight.

She looks around the box because she'd always wondered why rich nobles found these seats so desirable. She could see the entire stage, tho it was a little far to make out the details.

Aloïs still with heaps of energy flips though the thin paper pamphlet and leans over to Y/n.

"Ah! This opera is the same one that Christine debuted in. I remember her white dress, it took incredibly long to sew all those little white pearls into the dress!"

Y/n smiles and nods.

"I remember, your hands had so many bandaids on for weeks, I was worried about you."

Aloïs puts the pamphlet onto his lap and lifts Y/n's hand to place a small kiss on her knuckles.

"I remember the small cuts, but I remember how you kissed each finger and held me so gently when we fell asleep. "

His thumb traces over her fingers as he stares at them thinking.

"One day, I will create a white dress for you too, mi amor."

For a very small moment, Y/n felt her heart spark. Her Aloïs was starting to shine though again.

Aloïs pulls his hand back and the light dims.

Suddenly a spotlight on stage and the play begins. Dancers fill the stage and Y/n couldn't help her excitement. She clapped watching a dance she knew off by heart. Her feet started bouncing with her urge to dance.

Aloïs smiled and placed a small kiss on her cheek then whispered into her ear.

"Your passion burns bright and beautiful, Y/n."

Another spark made Y/n giggle genuinely before she looks back at the stage.

The orchestra starts with a sudden blast of music filling the large Opera house. Up close and personal she could hear a voice start off with a strong note.

The spotlight shifts, and there she was. The famous and beautiful, Christine Daaé. Y/n's friend and inspiration to dance.

Her toes point on instinct in the very uncomfortable shoes which reminded her not to act like a child.

She presses her lips together and dims down her excitement to a gentle foot tap.

She watches the opening Opera sequence and soon the play has begun. Actors singing out their lines and an occasional cheers from the crowd.

Y/n took full advantage of moments of cheers to yell her support, knowing all the effort that goes into each play. The preparation and weeks of rehearsals.

Nearing the end of the play Y/n is fully distracted by the singing beauty, she didn't notice the quietly approaching figure behind her. A hand slowly reaching for her shoulder and suddenly grabbing it.

Y/n jumps suddenly and turns to look. An old noblmen with wine in his hand and quite drunk.

The noblmen slurs as he asks.

"Has the play started yet, Aloïs?"

Aloïs takes the mans hand off her shoulder quickly and pulls him towards him.

"Monsieur Du Beu, you're in the wrong box I'm afraid."

Y/n shakes her head and tries to focus on the Opera. After some time, Aloïs and the noblmen were still talking about business? Or something. Y/n tried to ignore it, but the chatter was too loud.

She bit her lip before deciding to slip out and closer to the stage.

"I'm going to get some fresh air." she whispers and Aloïs nods back acknowledging.

She lifts her big dress and hurries down the corridor towards the stage. The rooms were dark and very dimly lit until she saw a bright little room, calling her towards it.

She smiles once entering seeing a dressing room with many little bits of dresses and costumes.

She spots one in particular hung over a chair in the middle of the room, from the play being performed right now and smiles to herself.

She lifts the dancing dress and presses it against her body measuring.

"Perhaps they wouldn't mind if I borrowed this? Only for this dance number. No one will see me! "

She convinced herself in her excitement to dance formally again.

She quickly dresses in the dress and pulls on some dancing shoes she found with the dress. Wierd how it fit so perfectly?

She taps her toes on the ground to nuzzle her feet into each cranny comfortably.

Sneaking back out into the corridor she looks for an open space where she could preform the next dance number coming up.

It was a dance that required a partner and usually, it was only one duo dancing on center stage. No background dancers. Only the singer in the front corner.

Finally in the darkness she sees a large open room, incredibly dark but she could dance the routine there.

She smiled taking her place in the middle of the room lifting her arms and waiting for the music to echo from the stage. Something felt too perfect about this. And it turns out, she was quite right.

Suddenly, the lights go on and the curtains whoosh open to reveal the entire audience infront of her. Somehow she'd wandered right onto stage, into some kind of trap? Now she needed to preform the dance for real.

Y/n stood frozen in place, both from shock and terror from how she'd gotten herself into this mess.

The dance partner walks behind bed and moves his hand around her waist ready to start the choreography. A dance partner she had no practice time with whatsoever.

She looked up at Aloïs who looked back. He was confused, he couldn't tell if Y/n stood on stage because it was too far. So he kept watching.

The music starts and Christine is stood in the front corner, singing her musical number. Each step Y/n takes is on fire, with fear that someone would realize she's not the right dancer.

As she and this stranger dances together, she hears a deep chuckle.

"So stiff? Wondering how you possibly wandered onto stage?"

Y/n's head turns to look at the partner she'd gotten and once again she's shot with another surprise.

A white mask she'd never seen up close. But everyone knows of after the fire. The man who kidnapped Christine and set the flames ablaze.

The Phantom of the Opera was now lifting her into the air and following each step of the dance precisely.

His mask was so well blended with the costumes actors wore. No audience member would feel the need to be alert.

White mask and black sleek back hair, a thick coat and formal wear only a nobleman would wear. Y/n couldn't be sure, but she knew to some extent, it must be the Phantom.

"Phantom.."

She questioned in a whisper.

"So you do recognize me."

He confirms her suspicious and spins her round.

She stops spinning and only takes small steps on her toes. Her shock turns to anger.

"You criminal! Monster! Murderer!"

She growls and felt the need to pull away and run! But the Phantom grabs her hands and pulls her back into his chest as the dance routine commanded.

"Now, now my dear. You wouldn't want to alert anyone that you're not where you're supposed to be."

She looks at the audience and then at Aloïs before pressing her lips together into a smile.

"Are you trying to get to Christine again! Well there she is! Go get her!"

Y/n taunts with an angry glare.

She steps back throwing her body back into a dip, trusting the Phantoms arm around her wist to catch and pull her back to her feet. Following each dance step to a T.

"I'm not here for Christine."

On beat he takes her chin and moves it to look at him.

"I'm here for you."

His words deep and mysterious, but somehow Y/n believed every part of it.

She felt her body shake in fear. Her mind spun back to the fire that burnt her lover. Almost killed her, and had killed so many others that she loved. Her home burnt to ashes, causing so much pain for her to start over.

She took this oppertunity to push herself out of phantoms arms and run to the front of the stage.

"Aloïs-.."

She screamed, but she's quickly pulled back into Phantom's arms. His black gloved hand covering her mouth and nose restricting her breathing. He pulled her to the back of the stage.

Aloïs finally caught on and jumped to his feet.

"It's the Phantom of the Opera!"

His voice loud enough to echo through the quiet opera house. The music brought to a sudden halt and Christine stopped singing. Everyone starts to panic and rush to the exit.

Y/n still kicking and trying to pull Phantom's hand off her mouth, felt her vision blur and her body slowly goes limp. Knowing Y/n couldn't run, Phantom pulls Y/n against him holding her securely.

He smirks suddenly wrapping Y/n in his cloak and grabbing hold of a roap that hung at the back of the stage. Precisely placed and planned.

With a zip of a mechanism, Y/n and Phantom are pulled through the air and out of sight.

"NO! Y/N!"

Aloïs yells and suddenly runs out of the box throwing off his coat.

He rushes towards the stage with some guards following closely behind. With a slide and a turn he enters the costume room where he spotted the, big puffy blue dress Y/n wore, on the ground.

Ontop of her dress was a note and a white rose with a black bow tied around the stem.

Aloïs takes the note that read 'I remembered her. Now she is here with me, I've decided.'

Aloïs growls and crumpled the note in his hand. He turns to the soldiers and yells.

"Search the Opera house basement! Search the tavern! FIND HER! Find Y/N!"

[yona049]

𝕻𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

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Disclaimer!

This is a story following the events after the Phantom of the Opera (2004) and only follows the movie and not any other adaptations!

This has evolved into its own story, if its not something you're interested in, feel free to skip this one and check out some other fics on my page! °v°

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Christine Daaé, first a dancer, then Opera singer, beautiful slender shoulders and Radiant eyes to stun even the toughest man.

No wonder the Opera ghost fell for her, it's easy to forget they knew each other for years before Christine's debut. He was her teacher, and she was his muse.

"Isn't she beautiful!" Meg says excitedly, watching Christine in her white dress on stage.

Meg Giry, daughter of Madam Giry and best friend to Christine. She was so supportive and a good friend to Y/n aswell.

Y/n looked back at the stage with a bright smile feeling Christine's voice vibrate the floorboards beneath her feet.

Just as the chorus started Y/n could hear arguing from back stage. A very loud conversation beneath Christine's voice. No one seemed to mind since they were all bewildered by the Opera singer, except Y/n.

"Aloïs?" she questioned holding her puffy tutu up and past all the onlookers until she was back stage.

She could hear her Lover Aloïs arguing with someone, quite aggressively, any louder and they'd match Christine's Volume.

Finally she spotted him at the back of back stage near the curtain ropes. The man he was talking to was hidden behind the curtains, so hidden that Y/n entirely missed him.

"You can't take Christine! Then Carlotta will certainly take her place again!" Aloïs Yelled.

"She will be returned soon. I've been planning this for years, she won't be harmed." the voice said defensively.

"You set small accidents for Carlotta now you want to resort to kidnapping! End it! Or I will!" Aloïs suddenly grabs the man's face and yanks a white mask off it.

Y/n gasps loudly causing Aloïs to turn suddenly.

"Darling? You should be near the stage! It's almost time for your dance number!" he quickly hides the mask behind his back.

"I heard arguing?"

Y/n explains looking at what Aloïs hid behind his back. She smirks and moves against Aloïs placing a small kiss on his lips. This caught Aloïs off guard.

With swift turns in her ballet shoes, she spins around Aloïs and grabs the mask from his hands.

"What's this?" she questions holding it up to look at it.

"Hey! Y/n! Give that back!" Aloïs reaches to take the mask again but Y/n, still on her toes, En Pointe, spins away and holds the mask to her face.

"Why? I'm assuming it's just a prop?" she tilts her head sightly with the wide mask not fitting her face at all.

"Y/n!" Aloïs says with an angry tone.

With a giggle she stops teasing and hands Aloïs back the mask. Aloïs gives a sigh of relief and looks back at Y/n before placing a delicate kiss on her head.

"Thank you, darling. And yes, this is a very important prop."

Y/n smiles back at Aloïs's before her ears perk.

"Oh no!"

Putting her feet back flat on the ground, she shrinks to her natural height that's much shorter than Aloïs.

She blows a kiss to Aloïs before running off to the stage, right on cue to her dance number.

Aloïs turns back to a deep chuckle behind the curtains. Phantom had been watching Y/n's playful spectacle.

"Quite the witted beauty. Perhaps I'll take her instead?"

Aloïs growls and shoves the mask against Phantoms chest.

"Take whoever you want! Just leave Y/n out of it!"

"Y/n?" The Phantom taunted with a venomous rumbling voice. He places the mask back onto his face and swings his cape dramatically.

"I shall remember her." His last words before disappearing into the inter mechanisms of the Opera house.

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Months passed since Y/n and Erik were hired in the Tavern. Things were going well. Their room had been upgraded to one with a proper washroom and two beds.

Even tho two beds still in the same room, Y/n made a point of it to put up a curtain between her and Erik's bed for a little privacy.

After the first few days of working Erik noticed the knot in Y/n's dress was starting to ruin the dress completely.

He saved up and bought her a band new dress the next day. One with frills and extra light material to emphasize the dance moves.

Slowly they started building a living! First properly cleaning the room best they could, adding curtains and a carpet. Then clothes and accessories to match their taste.

Erik's first time in a market was a wonder to behold, like a child scattered in all directions. Spices from India, silk from Asia. All exported goods Erik never really considered beyond the walls of the Opera house.

Y/n had to hold his hand to keep him from wandering off. This ended up turning into a tugging to every stall that caught Erik's eye.

At nights when it was time to work, Y/n took the time to properly warm up then dance for hours on end.

Erik usually leaned against the wall or sat at the edge of the bar. Watching every step and every beautiful lock of hair glide through the air as Y/n danced.

Tho his face was dark and intense, he always felt the magic of the theater when watching Y/n dance. A twinge of nostalgia.

Unfortunately there were times when he had to twist a mans arm or almost break his hand for even almost touching Y/n.

Y/n always lost track of time. Erik took this oppertunity to pull her to a corner and probably hydrate and give her a needed break.

After the day was said and done they'd go up to their room for the night, still buzzing from the energetic bar.

"Ha! Come now my dear, if I danced I'd surely look like waddling pigeon!" Erik laughed while delicately massaging Y/n's legs.

Back in the room after a long night of dancing for drunken men. A small candle was flickering against the wooden walls of the room.

Y/n had finally taken Erik up on his nonsense that she 'wasn't doing the proper cool down stretches', and told him to show her how he thinks it's done.

"C'mon! I'm sure you can do a perfect walts! You should've learned something from never leaving the Opera house!"

She watched Erik at the foot of her bed struggling with the basic massaging methods. She was finishing her dinner that Boris had brought up for them.

"Well of course! Walts and many other partner dances. But I wouldn't dare dance alone!" Erik mumbles.

"Mmh! Ow!" Y/n wines yanking her leg back.

"That's enough of your 'help'. " she lightly smacks Erik's hand with the back of her spoon.

She is quick to get back on her feet before pulling Erik to his.

"Now show me this waltz!" she excitedly puts her hands on either of his shoulders with a little bounce.

"Alright, alright! Let's start with this." He mentioned with a little chuckle before pushing Y/n down by her shoulders to stop her bouncing.

He takes one of Y/n's hands off his shoulder and holds it to the side. His hand traces down her side until it's firmly placed on her hip.

"Follow my feet, when I step forward, you step back." he looks down at their feet and starts humming a small tune.

Ta, ta tum! He steps forward and Y/n is quick to match, then another step forward and Y/n steps back.

"Good. Now there's a very important thing to remember about the Waltz." He smiles looking at Y/n's intense focus on his feet movements.

"What's that?" she questions.

Erik smirks and uses his finger to delicately lift Y/n's chin until she looks at him.

"Read the words that come from your partners eyes."

Y/n feels the blood rush to her cheeks and she nods still following Erik's steps and his hummed tune.

"Very Good." he complimented, his voice barely above a whisper now.

Their dance slow to a few small steps and Erik watches Y/n's gaze, hypnotized by his voice and the flickering of a candle in his eyes.

Erik felt his chest start beating faster. Their bodies close enough to feel Y/n's steady breathing. A delicate hand on her hip controlling her movements and keeping her tightly in his grasp.

Y/n's eyes never waver from Erik's gaze. He moves down slowly feeling an immense need to kiss her delicate lips. Their lips graze only for a moment, the want for the sweet taste of each other rushing through both their bodies before :

Knock Knock. "Y/n! A letter for ya!"

A sudden knocking pull both of them from their thoughts and Y/n is first to turn into a red tomato.

"Coming!" she yells, feeling the cold air away from Erik's embrace.

Finally opening the door she looks at Boris still holding his cigar firmly in his mouth with an abnormally white envelope in his hands.

Y/n thanks Boris and whispers a small goodnight before closing the door.

She turns back to Erik with her eyes plastered on the wax seal on the letter. Very formal one compared to any common folks letter.

She traces her fingertips over the oddly familiar crest on the seal.

With a satisfying snap she breaks the wax quickly unfolds the letter.

"What is it?" Erik questions after recovering.

Y/n reads intently which quickly turns to worry. She brings her thumb to her mouth and starts chewing on the nail.

"Floquet..." she talks with a mumble because of the nail she chewed on.

Erik delicately takes her hand from her mouth and holds it to his chest like you would a book.

Y/n looks at him then takes a deep breath.

"Aloïs Floquet. That was his family's name. I recognized the crest from back in the Opera, when he received multiple letters from his mother and father." she explains.

"The letter says they'll be coming here within the next few days. But it doesn't explain why?the letter was sent a week ago! They could arrive tomorrow!"

Y/n's hand clenches out of reflex. Erik delicately traces circles on the back of her hand before questioning.

"Why would they come here?"

"I don't know! Aloïs must've told his family about me! And they heard of me dancing here! Now someone from the family is coming here to yell? Ask me where he is? Arrest me?!"

Y/n starts breathing quicker but Erik swiftly pulls her into a hug.

"Calm your breathing, my dear. It's surely nothing of the sort, and if it is? You did nothing illegal. They will have me to deal with."

He places a kiss on the top of Y/n's head trying to calm her spinning thoughts.

Y/n nods slowly in agreement still feeling fear in her soul. She squeezed Erik tightly and sniffed her tears back.

"Thank you Erik."

She whispered so quietly Erik almost missed it.

Not long after Y/n fell asleep in hed bed. Another mental blow adding to stress that never quite left her after the Opera house burnt down.

Erik peaked through the curtain at Y/n peacefully sleeping on the bed before closing the curtain again.

He walks to the closet then kneels down to the very bottom of the wooden cupboard.

He pushes the false bottom out to reveal a small dagger he'd retrieved from the Opera house. Tho he'd like to use his Rapier sword, being the excellent swordsman he is, it would be far to obvious. Keeping a large sword visible would give him away to his opponent.

This was how Erik planned his encounters with any hint of a threat.

Christine's voice drifted through the open window and into the room. It filled Erik with a breath of fresh air once again. Christine still preforming in an opera nearby giving Erik all the more reason to think about her.

He pushed the dagger back into its sheath and set it down then pulling the ring from his shirt tied to a necklace.

Sitting on his bed he watched Y/n's silhouette through the curtain, her body tense while she slept, then back at the ring. While in thought he starts humming.

"No more talk of darkness,

Forget these wide-eyed fears,

I'm here, nothing can harm you,

My words will warm and calm you." his thoughts turned into a comforting melody.

Y/n's shoulders relax by hearing Erik sing like she's gotten so use to. He smiles seeing her figure calm down.

"Christine, you'll have to wait. I must protect My Y/n first."

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Loud cheers from two or three men early in the morning. Their obnoxious voices make Y/n jump out of her dreams and right into the bright morning.

She groans rubbing her eyes with her palm, her wild, lioness hair never breaking the morning routine it kept.

She sighed and stood up from the bed, quickly pulling back the curtain. Erik was still fast asleep with his newly made black mask on the bedside table.

Y/n smiled warmly walking over to him and placing a very quiet kiss on his cheek. A small groan from Erik still fast asleep, then Y/n prepared for the day ahead.

She sighed pulling her shoes on and quietly closing the door behind her. Breakfast was served downstairs as a way of welcoming her and Erik to work in the mornings.

She skipped downstairs with a smile before sliding down the hand rail skipping the last few steps.

"Bonjour Boris!"

She smiled and spun around to the back of the bar where she grabbed a fork.

"Bonjour, girl. Hope you're hungry!" he said tossing a cloth over his shoulder and pushing two plates onto the counter."

Y/n takes a deep breath inhaling the fresh smell of warm bread. She swiftly grabs the bread and took a seat on one of the bar stools.

"Mm~ You spoil us, boy!" she teases Boris while chewing happily, only to receive a smack over the head with the cloth Boris had.

"Ow-!"

Boris smirks with a little chuckle before looking at the door that creaked open.

"Welcome! What can I get for you?"

"I'm looking for a girl."

Once again Y/n stops chewing and drops the bread into the plate causing the fork to fall out and onto the floor. Her heart pounding in her throat at the familiar voice she heard behind her.

Her body slowly turns to see a young gentleman in the doorway. A coat hung over his shoulder and a neat vest over a white V-neck shirt.

His eyes bright blue and his curly blond hair pulled into a formal ponytail with a few stray strands.

"A-Aloïs...?"

Y/n stands straight only for the shock to hit her fast. She falls back onto the bar holding herself up with her elbows.

Slowly Aloïs walks closer and kneels down to match her hight. Delicately he lifts her chin to look at him.

"Y/n, My darling. I've been looking for you for so long." a smooth whisper before he plants a kiss on her lips.

Y/n is taken by surprise and pushes Aloïs back with her hand on his chest.

"Hold on!" she objects but Aloïs scoops her into his arms and lifts her bridal style.

"Aloïs! Please wait! I-I need to-!" her heart now in her throat she couldn't get the words out fast enough as Aloïs carries her to the door.

"Don't worry! You're safe now!" Aloïs boasted with his head held high, feeling like a knight in shining armor rescuing the damsel.

Aloïs was inches from the door when he's slammed to the side and Y/n is dropped to her feet. With one hand she's pulled into Erik's chest, holding her body tightly against it. So tight that she could hear his heart pounding aswell.

Erik holds his dagger out to Aloïs and glares even more daggers towards him.

The villain come to claim back the damsel, he held Y/n's shoulders then growls out his objection.

"She said, Wait."

Aloïs stands up from where he was pushed and looks at the masked man confused.

"You?" he proclaimed.

Y/n squeezes her eyes shut and listens to Erik's heart for just a moment. He was terrified of her leaving. Tho he doesn't talk much about his past, Y/n knows for a fact he's terrified of ending up alone again.

"That's enough!"

She shakes herself out of her panic, at least enough to talk then looks straight back at Aloïs.

"Let's talk outside."

After getting Erik to lower the dagger, they meet outside of the tavern to talk. Erik right beside Y/n leaning against the wall and listening to every word.

Y/n is the first to talk with her hands fidgeting with her dress.

"How is this possible Aloïs? I saw you get crushed by the falling beams! I heard you scream as you got burnt."

She looks at Aloïs though her hanging locks of hair.

"I did, but I was found. And thanks to my parents, I got the right treatment." his hand moves to his collar only to pull it down low enough to reveal some scarring peaking out of his shirt and crawling up his neck.

"After that I made it a priority to find you. I asked the Managers but those cowards didn't even bother to check how many people survived!"

He takes a step towards Y/n but stops the second Erik growls.

Clearing his throat he looks back at Y/n.

"I hired a private investigator to find you. In the end, they told me of a girl dancing in a tavern matching your description. I knew it had to be you! Now I've come to take you to a safer place."

Y/n shakes her head with her body still tense.

"Leave with you? Aloïs? I barely recognize you! It's been months since, I saw you die. Now you have fancy clothes and an expensive carriage!"

"Yes! To live the life we always talked about! Y/n, I have the money now."

He reaches for Y/n's hand but she pulls away.

"Aloïs... I've mourned for you, I've finally gotten myself to stop crying and move on, you want me to come right back?"

She clenches her teeth and pushes her index finger against Aloïs's chest.

"You may have been in the Opera for a few years, but I've had to learn to create an entire new life for myself and Erik!"

Y/n feels angry tears fill her eyes.

"We can't just start loving each other again!"

Y/n proclaims.

"We still could! I'm still the same Aloïs, Y/n. All you have to do..."

Aloïs pulls a sparkling ring from his pocket and holds it out to Y/n making her gasp.

"... Is give me a chance to show you."

Y/n looks at the glittering jewel as he places it in her palm and folds her fingertips over it.

"Think about it, my love."

He places a kiss on her hand. That was the final straw, Y/n couldn't take everything anymore, she took off back into the tavern leaving Erik and Aloïs.

Aloïs gives a long sigh before straightening his coat and popping the collar.

"That didn't go as planned, I'm afraid."

As much as he didn't want to, Erik chuckled at Aloïs's failed proposal allowing Aloïs to glare him down.

"You! You said you would leave her out of it."

"No, I said I'd remember her." he teased Aloïs.

Aloïs retorts.

"Don't forget, I know exactly what you are. What would Y/n think if she knew she was living with a murderer. The Phantom."

Erik's eyes go red and he shoves Aloïs against the wall and was about to plunge the dagger into the fancy vest Aloïs wore, but Aloïs grabbed Erik's mask almost yanking it off.

"Careful now! You kill me, Y/n will know instantly by my screams." Aloïs warns.

Phantom looks at Aloïs with his one eye that's not covered by Aloïs's palm. Taking a careful step backwards, he let's Aloïs go.

Aloïs straightens his coat and smirks walking to his carriage.

"Tell Y/n I will return for her answer, and you better not be here."

A final threat from Aloïs before the whip echoes and the horses gallop down the street.