#roman sionis x child!reader

[moonlit-imagines]

You’ve Got the Wrong Guy!

Roman Sionis/Victor Zsasz x adoptive!reader

warnings: blood/gore. u know. BOP movie icky stuff

a/n: silly little gif

prompt: @jokekinsjoke505: “Hey I need a new adoptive father's Roman and victor because I think this will be a good idea where either they kidnapped the wrong kid and it ended up with Roman and victor adopted the reader or that one day that the reader walks in while victor is peeling off a face and Roman are eating popcorn watching it happened but they just says ' I'm to tired for this shit' before walking out again and then acted like it never happened.”

“Who does this child belong to?” Asked Roman to his mercenary and dear friend, Victor. In front of him was Victor holding you, a small child, calm in demeanor despite being taken from the comfort of your own home and family.

“Maroni.” Victor replied without a single doubt. “That’s who you told me to grab and I grabbed the kid. Just like you asked. One cool kid if you ask me.” Victor continued, noticing Roman getting visibly upset. “I don’t get it, what’s the problem?”

“That!” Roman shouted, startling you enough to start struggling from Victor’s grasp. He gently set you down as Roman tore him a new one. “That’s the problem, you don’t even see your failure!” You stood behind the bleach-blonde man, trying to understand what was happening, you were just waiting for the ice cream you were promised, you were so hungry. “That’s not Maroni’s kid. I don’t even know who that is? Did you take some random child off the street?”

“I, uh, I don’t know. I could’ve sworn this is the kid.” Zsasz answered.

“I’m hungry.” You quietly mumbled, just loud enough for them to hear you.

“Yeah, I’ll get you something in just a second.” Zsasz assured you, patting your head gently as Roman kneeled down to your height. You flinched and backed up a step, remembering his blind anger from just moments before. “It’s alright, he’s a good guy.”

“Who are you, dear?” Roman asked you in such a kind manner that you completely forgot how scary he was.

“Y/N.” You simply stated.

“Where are your parents, y/n?” Roman questioned further.

“I don’t know…” You sighed. “I didn’t see them for a few days.” Roman looked up to Victor with worry in his eyes, and was surprised to see a smile on his face.

“Can we keep them?” Victor giggled a bit, even more when you grabbed his leg. “Please?”

“Y/N, would you want to stay with us instead of your parents?” Roman had asked you a very heavy question for a young child, but you had no idea what he would really be asking of you. Of course, you didn’t come from a happy life and this already seemed better. You just wanted a sense of belonging.

“Can I get ice cream?” You innocently requested of them.

“Of course, dear! What kind?”

“Uhhh…chocolate!”

“Victor, go get y/n some chocolate ice cream!” He commanded and Victor ran to fulfill your wish. “So, you’ll stay here?” He asked you once more.

“Yeah!” You exclaimed and hugged him around the neck. He felt his heart melt at your embrace and hugged you back, lifting you up to take you with him to the kitchen. “So, who are you?” You asked him.

“I’m Roman. And my partner over there is Victor.” He smiled to himself. In a matter of moments, he’d created a family. One he’d kill for.

Once you were given your bowl of ice cream, you were sold on this new life. Truth be told, you didn’t have the greatest parents. They were absent and neglectful, which was the exact reason Victor found you all alone. It was still unknown why he mistook you for the child of a notorious mobster. Roman had his suspicions that Victor had planned this, but he laid them aside knowing this was good for them. For you all.

The two of them scrambled to make you a room, promising to buy you anything you would ever want when tomorrow rolled around. You were thrilled to be taken in by these two strange men, forgiving both of them in your young, impressionable mind. Roman, for his anger, and Victor, for kidnapping and misleading you.

“Victor.” Roman lowly said after you were tucked in. “I do apologize for raising my voice at you.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” Victor looked down at the table, then felt a hand wrap around his.

“No, I shouldn’t have done it. Especially when you’ve improved our lives so much.” Roman sat beside him. “I don’t even care about that Maroni kid anymore. This is what I care about now. You and y/n.”

“You mean that?” Victor smiled and relaxed his tense body, worried that his mistake would be unforgivable. But Roman always forgave Victor, that was what made them so special. Now they had a new challenge to tackle together: fatherhood.

—————

Years after you’d been adopted by the pair of criminals with high status in the underworld, you’d grown quite accustomed to their behavior. It wasn’t unusual to find Roman frantic or angry, or a bit violent at times. But never toward you, he wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you or raise his voice to you. You could do no wrong.

You could also find Victor coming home from a late night, covered in blood—be it his own from a mark or someone else’s from a job—and being very nonchalant about it. It was always, “y/n! I’m glad you’re up! Would you like some ice cream?” They never left the freezer understocked, even if ice cream wasn’t your favorite anymore.

But there was one “normal” you’d never really get used to, even if you were used to their brutality. Roman was a well-respected crime boss, and to keep that respect intact, he had to do some rather gruesome things.

Well, he didn’t have to. It was a personal choice for him, you could almost consider it a hobby at this point.

You’d been looking for your fathers for going on an hour now, needing some permission slip signed for school. You wandered all their possible routes hoping to catch them across one, asking around to any lackey you managed to catch. No one had an answer for you, so you continued on until you stumbled onto a horrible scene.

One father held a segment of his victim’s hanging skin from their face as they shrieked at the top of their lungs. The sound pierced your eardrums and you winced momentarily. Then you saw the other leaned back in his seat with a bag of popcorn in hand, yelling words of encouragement to Roman, as if he needed them.

“You guys are really something.” Your voice startled them both, so much that you nearly had a gun pulled on you.

“Y/N! You scared us, I’m sorry!” Victor jumped up and ran to give you a comforting hug. “I wouldn’t have shot you, I promise.” You patted him on the back.

“I believe you, Dad.” You mumbled into his shoulder. “Can you just sign this thing real quick? Make sure there isn’t any blood on your hands.” Victor pulled away and wiped his hands on his shirt.

“Of course, of course. Roman, are you almost done with that? We should take our dear y/n out for a nice dinner soon, they deserve it.” Victor explained as he grabbed the pen and paper from your hands.

“Sure, that sounds nice. I should be done in a few minutes. Don’t rush me.” Roman continued dragging the knife under his chained victim’s skin and you shook your head at the sight. By now, this didn’t even faze you, it was just another day in your life. Well, maybe the first few times you had nightmares, but you weren’t a little kid anymore. Now, you could care less what your fathers did for work. So long as they gave you the world and their love, life was good.

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[like-rain-or-confetti]

I’ve been mulling this around in my head 😅 sorry for the ramble, you don’t have to answer the request since it’s not an x-reader thing if you don’t want to but how would the Gotham villains react (scarecrow, riddler, blackskull, joker) if they found out their daughter from their deceased s/o (the love of their life) was a superhero. Like a few years prior there was an accident that only the daughter barely survived and they got powers but didn’t tell anybody and have been doing solo work but during the day in a full body suit.

The Gotham villains found out or figured out it was their daughter because Batman had foiled their plans once again but there was an explosion and the building was crumbling/sinking and the superhero/daughter saved them and left them in a safe place asking if they were okay then left.

Aloha! So I'm actually gonna pick this up on what happens afterwards because you just know they'll see each other again long before these rogues are over it. I will have to put a TW because Roman Sionis.

Where the Apple Fell...

The rogues never anticipated you following your mothers footprints and as the last thing left of her that they have. There's not a chance in hell you're getting out of this without a serious punishment. One that will make you think twice before stepping outside after sun down.

Scarecrow: The one thing that was constant with your father was his blank expression. Even when you were barely out the womb, your dad was stone-faced, and it was terrifying as a kid to grow up with a dad who simply didn't emote. You know what's terrifying? Doing something wrong, and your dad doesn't yell or look angry. He just stares into your very soul, asking way too hard, hitting questions.

Nowadays, you expected it and were used to it. You didn't see your father much anymore with how focused on his work he was. (Priorities, am I right?) So that made hero work easy peasy- the man didn't even notice! He thought you were off to college and probably partying at nights like any other. He wishes you were. He really wishes you were right about now because clearly you're not. He lost your mother from this very same compulsion, and he hated it then, and he hates it now.

So the last thing you expected was to be cornered by your father one night. His piercing gaze into your soul and asking you how long you've been doing this. After a while, you begin to think he's actually taking it well. That's until you hear a deadpan. "No." He doesn't expand further, but it was clear that he wasn't going to take this easily. Without warning, he sprayed fear toxin in your face. His henchmen come speeding around in a white van, and Jonathan carries you into the back. You're going to be staying with him for a while until you learn a lesson. One Jonathan never thought he'd have to teach his own daughter. Some might call it evil, but Jonathan considers it necessary. Parenting is just filled with things you have to do for the well-being of your child. His family just have a particular issue that other families didn't. A silly compulsion to save people who cannot be saved.

Black Mask: Roman is the kind of dad you just dont mess with because he's scary when he's mad. You saw what he was like around anyone that wasn't you or your mother, and the man has anger issues. That only escalated when your mother died. That's when the hero thing wasn't so funny and much more frowned upon. He was much more comfortable with the little kid routine than he was when you got older when you were more difficult to please and more of your own person. Paying for college was a relief because it seemed like maybe he could do something right by you. However, that pride in you quickly vanished after that night.

Your dad had a very particular way of telling you that he wanted to speak to you when he was angry. He was less inclined to open his mouth. He surprised you when he tore your mask off your face and proceeded to drag you into the car by your hair. He didn't speak a word after that until you were back home, glaring and staring you down the whole way there. After that, hell broke loose. "What the fuck am I paying for college for if you're trying to get yourself killed every night, you fucking dickhead! Do you not have a fucking brain!? Did you even get into college!? Are the standards that fucking low!?" He was far from done. "What you wanna put me in prison, huh!? What's your problem!?" There's no correct answer to that as it turns out. "Your mother DIED from doing this shit and now you want to do the same thing? For what!? You want me to lose my kid too!? The only thing I have left of her!?" What you didn't anticipate was a smack across the face before he grabbed your face. "Yeah, I fuckin' hit you. I hit you because apparently that's what you're after every night. Here's what's gonna happen. You're not gonna leave this house for a damn thing until I decide your head is on straight enough that I can trust you go back out there. If you ever pull this shit again, I'm not gonna come after you as your dad and you're gonna get so much worse than a fucking slap, you hear me?"

The Riddler: Okay, yes, he's dad, but he's one of the most absent present fathers ever known. One of the few people who could achieve both my being physically in his child's life but be completely unavailable in every sense of the word. It was to the extremes that he might as well not be around, and sometimes, as a child, you even forgot your dad isn't off on some business trip... He's running around Gotham committing crimes, and he's building and plotting. None involved his kid ever. A kid he often forgets. So there wasn't really a need to worry about consequences from him... because that would imply him paying attention. When your mother died, he did enough to ensure you were still alive on a regular basis, but he didn't know the first thing about you beyond that. So his chances of finding out his kid took up hero work after the love of his life dying was actually rather small. Or at least that's what you believed.

Turns out that was very wrong as the Riddler had eyes and ears everywhere. It just took him longer to figure out your identity, but when he noticed-oh, when he noticed you are going to be skinned by the Riddler, he's that furious. "YOU THINK I DONT KNOW MY CHILD'S MANNERISMS? IT'S SO OBVIOUS ITS YOU!" The Riddler seethed as he showed you CCTV footage. You looked at it. It was very much you, but the quality of CCTV is horrendous, and a potato might have given more video quality. This was the first time in your whole life your father had actually yelled at you, and it wasn't terrifying as one might think. It was...weird. like watching a deranged madman yelling. Was this really how your dad was? You didn't get much time because the Riddler began to rant about your betrayal, and clearly, you're just as stupid as everyone else to go against him like this.

Apparently, you lost your right to live freely at this point. He's literally getting an ankle bracelet right now to track you. You'll be staying home every night from now on. He'll watch you like you're a toddler because clearly you don't know what's good for you. At this point he's not even thinking about your mother. If you thought about it. This might actually be coming from a place of fear rather than betrayal.

Joker: He hasn't been an actual dad since you were five and hasn't tried either. That whole ship sailed for him well and truly after your mother died. That's when he was well and truly done. So he's the one dad who...actually couldn't care less. He finds it a joke. Absolutely hilarious because -of course- his own child would turn against him and try to lock him up, siding with the people of Gotham who don't even care about each other but that's all a part of the game right? So much for the apple not falling far from the tree, eh bats? There really isn't a connection there anyway. Joker is always in his own state of mind, never connecting with anyone well and truly. Unless it's the Batman of course. Maybe the Joker can understand the appeal in that regard. He can't exactly fault you for being interested in the Batman. So... I guess this counts as a pass? A do what you like in the least supportive way possible?

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[lacontroller1991]

Whumptober Day 5: Roman Sionis x F!Reader

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Day 5: Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at Gunpoint

Summary: With reader now being known as Roman Sionis’s girlfriend, she becomes an easy target.

WARNINGS: 18+ Graphic depiction of physical assault, graphic mention of blood/bruises/swelling, gang violence, mention of drugs, reader didn't know that Sions runs a mob, graphic depiction of murder, gun usage, slight PTSD

The room is cold and dark. You don’t know where you are but you definitely know that you’re not back at home. Home. A place where you were ripped away from without anyone knowing. A harsh hand slaps across your face, causing your head to whip to the side. “I’m going to ask you this one more time, where is Sionis keeping his supply.” You let out a whimper as the man you don’t know grips onto your face, squishing your already aching face in between his short, fat fingers. 

“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Another slap lands across your face as you spit out some blood. 

“So you’re meaning to tell me that Sionis’s little pet doesn’t know where he’s storing the drugs?” The man snarls as your eyes widen. Drugs? What on earth is he talking about? Sure, Roman is a bit… eccentric, but he wouldn’t be dealing drugs. Would he?

“What drugs?” You cry out, the rope binding your arms to the chair rubbing your skin raw as the man backs up, looking you over.

“Do you seriously not know that your lover is a crime boss?” He laughs as the others around you also laugh, confusion among other feelings predominating your emotions.

“He owns a club. That’s all he does.” You try to defend but something tells you that even you don’t believe it.

“Oh you sweet, sweet child. You really don’t have a clue. Roman Sionis owns a club, it’s true. But he is also one of the crime lords supplying Gotham with its drug problem.”

“No, you’re wrong.” Tears well in your eyes as your brain starts putting the pieces together. The random stains in some of his clothes. The faint smell of gunpowder. The random screams you hear. His off-putting behavior. It all makes sense now. Sensing your revelation, the man motions to two of the guys behind you. 

“Take her away.”

—-------

“Roman.” Zsasz walks in, a packet in his hands as Roman looks up from his desk, hair messy and still in his pajamas.

“What is it? Did you find her?” He walks around the desk towards his right hand man. The first few hours of your disappearance Roman has just thought that you finally decided to leave him and he threw a rage fit. He really only calmed down when Zsasz pointed out the fact that all of your stuff is still in the apartment and nothing was missing, only you. Which led to the conclusion that you have been taken. In which Roman quickly mobilized his men to try and hunt you down.

Handing Roman the file, Zsasz quickly steps away, knowing that Roman would likely throw another fit once he sees the contents. Opening the file, he pulls out the photos and he sees red. One photo is you in a chair, tied to the posts. Another photo is more of a close up where he sees the rope cutting into your skin. The last photo is another close up, but this time of your face. Bruises and swelling around your eyes, beaten cheeks, bruised, swollen, bloody lips and it makes his blood boil.

“What do you want to do boss?” Roman looks up and Zsasz’s eyes widen. Sure he’s seen Roman angry, but the calmness on Roman’s face even has Zsasz intimated. 

“Gather everyone.”

—-----

The sound of gunfire stirs you out of your unconsciousness and causes you to jump, only to be met with resistance. Men shouting orders and profanities barely contrast to the amount of gun fire being shed. You begin to cry, terrified of what’s going on. You try to get out of the binds but it’s only rubbing against your already broken skin. After a few minutes the gunfire stops, shoes clicking against the floor and you can hear a gun cock. 

“No. Please. No. No.” A voice begs as the footsteps stop.

“Where is she?” The voice sounds vaguely familiar but it also sounds muffled, like there’s a mask covering the voice.

“She’s in there!” Your eyes widen as you realize that they’re talking about you. Full out crying, you’re trying to loosen the rope as much as possible but it doesn’t budge. 

“Thank you for your cooperation.” A single gunshot rings out and you let out a sob, shutting your eyes and silently praying that whoever just murdered that person is not here to murder you. “Open it.” The door creaks open as feet rush in, one coming directly towards you.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’m innocent. I didn’t do anything.” You beg, tears falling down your face as you turn away.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I’m here. Roman’s here.” Your eyes slowly open as much as they can as you turn your head towards the voice. 

“Roman? What are you doing here?” He shushes you as you feel your hands become free, the rope that was once holding you back now gone as you surge into Roman’s arms. “Oh Roman, it was so terrible. They said terrible things. They said that you run a gang and that you’re storing drugs?” His silence is deafening and you realize that the person who had you captured was right. “He was right, wasn’t he?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he dismisses your claim but you know. 

“I can’t believe you. Why would you do that?”

“Look baby, we can talk about this later, but we need to get you some medical care. Kay?” You begrudgingly decide to let it go, letting Roman help you out of the chair. He motions for Zsasz and another henchmen to help you but you jerk away from them and into Roman. “You guys go away,” Roman motions for them to leave and as they do, Roman sweeps you up into his arms, knowing that you probably won’t like the fact that the floors are littered with bodies. “Just focus on me, okay. I’m going to get you out of here and we’ll talk.”

“Promise?” You lay your head into his shoulder as he struggles not to gag at the fact that your blood is getting on his Gucci suit. 

“I promise.” 

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[littleoddwriter]

Fight or Flight | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

Short Vent Fic, sorry.

summary; Roman has an outburst, which triggers you into your usual trauma response upon being yelled at. He comforts you, then.

notes; Male!Reader; Daddy!Kink/Issues; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Dissociation; Past Trauma; Past Parental Abuse; Yelling.

“Fucking fuck! Fuck you! I’m so fucking tired of all this fucking shit! Fuck!” Roman yelled and threw a pillow on the floor, which created a dull thud once it had landed, but it was crushingly loud in your ears.

Flinching, you took a step back and cast your head down, forcing yourself to swallow back the urge to cry. Your heart beat so rapidly, you could feel it hammering against your ribcage, trying to escape.

Moments ago, everything had been fine. You had just been minding your business, when Roman had come back. You had asked him something trivial – you couldn’t remember what – and suddenly he had had an outburst.

In the background, and as though it was far away, you could hear him in- and exhale deeply.

“This wasn’t directed at you, baby,” he said softly, coming closer to you.  

Immediately, you flinched again, when you looked up and saw him stretching out his arms towards you. His face fell. Hurt was reflected in his eyes and you instantly hated yourself for your reaction.

“Baby? You don’t have to do that. I’m not going to hurt you, ‘kay? I promise. This has nothing to do with you, I was just mad already, because of some fucker downstairs in the club,” he tried to reason with you.

It didn’t really help at all. You knew he had uncontrollable outbursts, and you couldn’t hold them against him at all; it wasn’t his fault. Still, that didn’t change the fact that sometimes you were the target of his temper tantrums, which in turn always threw you back into a trauma response. And he was aware of that; hence, why he even bothered to speak to you so softly and didn’t push you or corner you, now.

You could only nod in return; your throat felt far too tight and was as though you couldn’t speak even if you tried.

“Would you like to come into Daddy’s arms, then?” he asked quietly, opening his arms for you and sporting a gentle smile when you dared to look up at him.

Hesitantly, you stepped forward and let him wrap your arms around you tightly, while you could only hold onto him lightly, just barely grasping the fabric of his blazer in your hands at all. Resting your head sideways against his chest, you could hear his heartbeat. It was so rhythmic and calm, which in turn helped to bring you back down from your high-strung state that your fight or flight response has put you in.

Soothingly, Roman rubbed your back and pressed soft little kisses to the top of your head and nuzzled your hair in the process. All the while, he was shushing you quietly, “It’s alright, my sweet boy. Daddy’s got you, ‘kay? Nothing bad can happen to you when I’m here, I assure you.”

Slowly, your grip on him tightened a little, becoming more alive as you returned to the real world – not the one long past, in which your parents have verbally abused you your entire life, until you’d finally moved out.

“I’m sorry I let it out on you. I shouldn’t have done that,” Roman murmured into your hair, “I’d never hurt you. You know that, right?”

It shocked you a little. Roman never apologised, no matter what. Yet there seemed to have been a first time for everything. In a way, it helped calm you down even more – this knowledge that you earned this privilege of a genuine apology from the Roman Beauvais Sionis.

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry, too. I love you, Daddy,” you mumbled against his chest with a strained, monotonous voice, since it was still very difficult for you to speak at all; but you just had to say it, lest guilt would have eaten you alive later on.

“I know. I adore you too, my little Prince,” he replied softly, “You’re so precious to me. Never forget that.”

#tw daddy kink #tw trauma #tw past trauma #tw past child abuse #tw dissociation #x male reader #male reader #male reader insert #roman sionis #roman sionis x male reader #roman sionis x you #roman sionis fanfiction #roman sionis imagine #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor x reader #ewan mcgregor fanfiction #vent fic #i can barely keep my eyes open lol #but i still needed to write it lest i wouldn't have been able to sleep in a bit #sorry about this

[theodorecanaryhood]

The Hood and The Hit

Jason Todd x Male! Reader

Reader is a hit man Jason has to take down, but the two end up falling for each other

Warnings: swearing, violence and mentions / threats of death

Your upbringing wasn’t always ‘average’ nor was it even a happy and healthy one. Most of the time you were locked away in your room, trying to escape the noise of your arguing parents.

The endless fights they had began as far back as you could remember, you were never used to it. You never tolerated it, but then it was out of your place to say anything.

You lived like that for 18 years, before you were finally awake to make something of yourself. Of course, you love your parents to death, but you couldn’t stand them when they were together. Hard to love someone when they are always angry.

…

Your job wasn’t something you loved doing but it was what gave you the excitement you missed, the anger you had built up was what was able to release every time you picked up that gun.

Hitman, assassin, murderer … you’d heard all of the names. They never hurt you, but they always stuck with you, like the faces.

You could remember each and everyone you had killed, the child abductor, the rapists, wife beater, kid beater… always a criminal, always a reason.

You had rules to your profession that you would never hurt a child, an animal, or a human that didn’t deserve it. Criminals only. No exceptions.

‘I have a target for you’ Black Mask said as he threw a folder down on the desk in front of you, you looking inside it.

‘Who is he?’ You ask, deadpanned as Black Mask chuckled.

‘They call him the Red Hood, he’s part of Batman’s gang’ Sionis replied, you have worked for Roman Sionis, aka Black Mask, a few times. Always a competitive game for him, this time seemed different.

‘What makes him so special?’ You looked through his folder on Red Hood.

‘Questions later, kill first’ Sionis growled, you were a little scared of Roman but would never admit it.

‘Fine, but I’ll need the money up front for this one. He seems to know his way around firearms, also if I run into Batman I’m bringing you down with me’ you spoke, not hesitating once as Roman gave you a stack of cash.

‘Half now, the other half later’

…

Red Hood was running through the alley as the thug ran, Hood was a force tonight and wasn’t taking shit or missing shots.

‘You’re mine now’ Red Hood roared as he got the man cornered, unbeknownst to him that you were watching from a nearby rooftop.

Your black face mask sit gently on your nose, breathing in heavy and quietly as you watched in secret. You watched as the men fought with dignity and strength, Hood winning and taking the man down. Knocking him out.

‘Damn’ you whispered to yourself, pricing this guy up more as he was not only bigger and taller than you, but also stronger and faster.

This Red Hood character could easily over power you if you even so much as hesitated, plus his quick reflexes.

‘Thanks Sionis’ you sarcastically muttered to yourself.

Shifting from the rooftop to see Red Hood drag the thug to the nearby police car, turning him in.

You stumbled onto the street with a hard thud as you lost your footing on some loose spots on the roof, Red Hood shooting his head in your direction. Curiously staring at you.

‘You ok?’ He asked you with his voice modulation, but hearing the sincerity in his voice.

‘I’m good’ you replied half smiling, your face mask covering everything but your eyes, eyes Red Hood was looking into a little too long.

‘Who are you?’ He asked you, you going as red as a tomato as you couldn’t find the appropriate answer.

‘Someone with a job to do’ was all you responded with, realising that wasn’t the best thing to say as Red Hood put his hand onto his gun in his holster, noticing your gun.

‘Really? And what job is that?’

You dared yourself to answer honestly, but what could you do? He would surely win this fight, then only a matter of time before Red Hood comes for you. Or worse, Batman.

‘Never mind that now, but just know that you have an enemy’ you said, cold expression in your eyes.

‘I do?’

‘Yes, he hired me. But let’s not fight just yet’ you said as Red Hood pulled out his gun.

‘Nah, let’s’ he laughed as he fired a shot at you, you dodging and running behind a pillar.

The two of you gave chase, firing shots at each other every so often. Course, Red Hood had a few more options than just guns. Thanks to Bat tech.

You held your ground though, determined to get the rest of your pay.

As Red Hood and you got into a fist fight you seemed impressed with his variety of fighting abilities, him seeming surprised by yours.

Then it changed, you were dangling off a roof as Red Hood grabbed ahold of your arm.

‘Don’t struggle, you’ll fall’ Red Hood said, you smiled under your mask as you thought it poetic the guy trying to take you down, was now trying to save you.

‘You’ll catch me I’m sure’ you winked, you pulled Red Hood’s grapple gun away and shot it at the next building. Saving yourself from a struggle or a fall.

…

Wayne Gala’s were always boring af, but rich people liked to celebrate with the finest of fine champagnes and wines.

Course you were there in a job but that didn’t mean you couldn’t have some fun while there, you had to blend in.

Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake they were all in front of you, flashing smiles to the cameras as they gave their speeches.

Then you noticed Bruce’s second Son, Jason Todd. The self described black sheep of the family.

His slicked back hair, tattoos and piercing blue eyes. Definitely the bad boy type, and the leather jacket. Luckily you were sitting down or that would have made you weak at the knees and fall.

‘I’m Jason Todd’ he smiled at you as he held out his hand, ‘would you care to have a drink?’.

‘Y/n y/l/n, and of course’ you smiled back as you shook his hand, the grip was tight.

The two of you walked to the open bar and spoke about the Gala, briefly mentioning that the best choice of drink at these places was either tequila or whiskey.

Jason again shook your hand as he was being called over, thinking it was all business and to make a good impression to the press.

‘Was great to chat y/n’ Jason smirked flirtatiously at you, you smiled.

‘You too, Mr Todd’

‘Ease on the grip I won’t fall’ Jason laughed as you gripped his hand.

‘You’ll catch me I’m sure’ you went wide eyed as you realised Jason had also done the same.

In that moment, the both of you stood frozen realising who the other person was. And how you’d met earlier a few nights prior.

‘Stay here’ Jason lowly spoke as his eyes went dark, you couldn’t move as Jason disappeared into a crowd.

You stood, hand shaking a little as you heard the ice in your whiskey glass hit the sides. You called your nerves by chugging the remainder of the drink down.

‘Can I get another please?’ You asked the Bartender, a slight weakness in your voice.

This is it, he’s figured it out and I’m toast…Sionis is gonna be pissed. That was all you could think. Along with if you should run out the door while Jason was gone, but then he knows your name now, he could easily find you.

A hand gripping your shoulder suddenly made you jump, you turned to see Jason staring you down. His eyes seemed dark, his face still and emotionless.

‘About the other night’ you began before Jason cut you off.

‘Who hired you?’ He asked, pulling you aside from the crowd so you could speak privately.

‘I can’t say, it’s confidential’

‘Don’t give me that, you were hired by someone’ Jason seemed angry now, angry you’d figured out who he was and angry you were there.

‘Black Mask’ you replied looking to the ground, not looking at Jason’s face but you could feel that he was raging inside.

‘You here to finish the job or what?’ Jason asked you, you looked up at him.

‘No, I didn’t even know who you were till just now I swear. Black Mask doesn’t know who you are either. I’m here for something else’ you replied, panic in your voice.

‘You need to leave’ Jason appeared angry with you, but you only shook your head.

‘Not till I get what I came for, I have a client waiting for me to get something’ you spoke with authority but also little information about anything as to not give you away.

‘Fine, make it quick’ Jason said as he walked out of the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

…

‘Where is the Hood?’ Black Mask asked you as you were sitting looking out at the water.

‘I’ll get him soon’ you continued looking out at the river, Sionis bringing you to the docks.

‘No one is late for anything for me, no one. Get the job done’ he shouted as he fired a shot next to you, into the river.

Sionis got in his car and drove off as you stood looking out at the water, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to jump in.

You were stuck and had no idea what to do as you didn’t want to kill Red Hood, Jason, nor did you even want to attempt it. But you also couldn’t just leave it as Sionis would either get someone who could do it, or kill you. Either way, he’d get what he wants in the end.

‘Hello?’ An older gentleman opened the door to Wayne manor, he gave a pleasant and welcoming smile, as you only smiled in return.

‘Hi, is Jason here?’ You asked, the old man stepped aside to let you in.

‘I’m Alfred, Master Todd is in the kitchen’ he said as he walked off.

‘Thank you’

Walking through the hall of the Manor you hadn’t noticed a strange feeling as you ventured on, sounds of a knife on a cutting board made you anxious to carry on.

‘Whoa’ you almost screamed as Jason appeared in the doorway with a knife in his hand.

‘Why the hell are you doing here?’ Jason asked you, flour on his face as a he donned an apron.

‘Looking for you, I need help’ you said with a hint of urgency, Jason rolled his eyes and allowed you into the kitchen.

‘Have a seat y/n’ Jason said as he put down his knife and took off his apron.

‘You cook?’

‘Yeah, I live alone when I’m not here so you know, guys gotta eat’ Jason smiled a little as he sat opposite you.

There was a few seconds of silence as Jason looked for your eyes, his breathing seeming to stay calm as yours was rushed.

‘You said you needed help?’

‘Right’ you began, clearing your throat as Jason looked at you curiously.

‘I don’t want to finish the job, I never really did if I’m honest. Black Mask has this thing for you and hired me, but I can’t do it’ Jason said nothing, only looked in your eyes.

‘Right’ he whispered as you carried on with your speech.

‘Sionis won’t leave it, he wants the job done and he’ll either get someone else or kill me and do it himself, and I don’t want that to happen’

Jason only looked to study your face as you said nothing else.

‘Which part?’

‘Any of it, I don’t want to die and I don’t want you too’ you smiled a little, Jason smiled back as he found himself looking at you for a little too long.

‘Well, it sounds like a pickle’ Jason joked as he got off his seat, distracting himself from looking at you further.

‘That’s it?’

‘What else can I say?’ Jason seemed short with you, his body turned away from you as he only side eyed you.

‘Jason I’m saying I’m not doing it, but someone else will and that puts both of us in danger’

‘So what? That’s not my problem’ Jason almost yelled as he turned fully towards you to face you.

‘It is, he will come after the both of us’ you argued, not letting go of the fact Jason seemed to not care about himself. Or you.

Jason rolled his eyes again as he seemed shut off and distant, not caring and seemingly blowing you off.

‘Fine, have it your way, don’t come haunting me when Sionis finally fucking kills you’ you spit angrily as you storm out of the kitchen and Manor soon after.

Jason stands in the kitchen, full of rage but also not understanding why you care so much to tell him. He already figured Sionis was after him.

…

You sat opposite Sionis as he approached your seat, seeming too calm considering your news.

‘Care to repeat that?’ He asked, you swallowed hard as you opened your mouth to speak.

‘Red Hood, he found out who I am and came after me’ you said, you were greeted with a fist to the face as your chair went from under you.

Your head hitting the floor hard as Sionis gripped your ankle, you tried to wiggle out of his grip but it was no use.

‘No one ever leaves a half assed job’ Sionis said, it seemed he was about to hit you again but last second he changed his mind. Giving you his hand instead.

He helped you up onto your feet as you cautiously stood in front of him, thinking what his next move would be.

‘Never mind y/n, I’ll do it myself’

‘Roman’ you whispered as Sionis escorted you out of his office, slamming the door behind him.

You had no choice by this point but to rush to Jason, he was in danger and you cared too much to leave him clueless.

The streets of Gotham seemed mad that night as traffic wouldn’t let up, you were growing impatient as time was not on your side.

‘Fuck it’ you muttered to yourself as you sped passed the traffic on your motorcycle and made it to a side street, hoping that would be quicker.

…

Red Hood was having an issue as Black Mask and Zsasz got to him first, Hood being cornered.

‘Finally’ Black Mask chuckled as he raised his gun to Hood’s face. Zsasz laughing evilly next to Sionis.

‘Hood’ you called out, distracting the two men long enough for Jason to knock the gun out of Sionis’ hand and for you to deliver a knock out blow to Zsasz.

‘What do you know, my guy y/n has feelings for a target’ Sionis said, Red Hood only looking at you with his head cocked to the side a little.

‘Makes sense now, why you didn’t have the balls’ Sionis continued, laughing as you pulled your gun out and shot Sionis in the knee, then again in the shoulder.

Stomping over to him with a face of thunder you then delivered a second knock out blow, Sionis went down like a sack of potatoes.

‘Let’s get these two out of here’ you said before Jason could say anything to you.

…

A few weeks later, you were walking out of a club with some friends, Dalton and Amber grabbed their shared Uber as Jess walked off to the subway.

You walked a little down the way alone as a familiar voice called out your name.

‘Y/n’ Jason was rushing over to you with a slight smile, you returned a smile to him.

‘I have been thinking about the last time we saw each other’ Jason began, you waved him off as you didn’t want the rejection tonight.

‘Forget it, Sionis is behind bars and your free of a hit. I quit the assassin life and am not going through all that again’ you said, Jason placed both his hands on your face as he looked deep in your eyes.

‘I feel the same way, I caught feelings too’ he said, ‘I was just too stubborn and scared to admit, the day you came to the manor I realised I liked you’.

You smiled a little as Jason never lost eye contact with you, holding onto your face for dear life and edging closer to your lips.

‘You do?’ You asked shy as Jason smiled a little and pulled you in.

The kiss was indescribable as he held into you, his tongue brushed your lips as permission to enter. Permission you granted, kissing him the same in return.

Tongues dancing together in each other’s mouths as you held onto his hips.

‘That was everything I have ever needed’ Jason panted as he pulled away, not a care in the world that there were people around.

The two of you smiled as you walked off down the street, hand in hand, gently pressing your lips together every now and then.

The best job you had ever taken, was the time you chose to not kill.

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Warnings: Language, I made Harvey too hot for words, NSFW smut, drinking, smoking, car sex, self sex, oral sex, sex sex,  Harvey is a gift giver, I don’t make the rules, fluff, raunchy jokes and humor, sexy drink names

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A/N: This is the official/unofficial part two to Baby Doll. You can find it in the link above! After writing the first one, I had so many ideas that I wanted to do so I made another and here we are folks. 5.6k words of complete self indulgence. Blame Elle, (who also made this fabulous banner for me, love you!)

Harvey had his arm draped over your shoulders, keeping you within reach. Sure, this was supposed to be a friendly poker game but that didn't mean he trusted these fuckers with being within ten feet of you. 

It really didn't help that you dressed the way you did. The short leather skirt alone was enough to kill him. But when he saw the white sleeveless crop top with a golden chain laced across exposing your breasts, he swore his heart stopped.

Pressed close to Harvey's side, you shivered feeling the chain brush against your skin. You could feel several pairs of eyes trail over your body, only making Harvey tighten his hold on you.

The game was supposed to be between Harvey, Roman Sionis, and Oswald Cobblepott. Once a month, the three men put aside their differences for a couple of games of poker. No business was allowed, except potential info against a common enemy usually centered around a particular bat-obsessed freak.

The door at the end of the hall had several men standing guard, looking down at you and Harvey.

“There was nothing about bringing a guest,” one said. 

“Didn’t want to leave her all alone, thought she could learn something tonight,” Harvey explained, tightening his grip on your waist. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, daring the guards to try and pry you away from him. 

The larger one huffed and crossed his arms, a grin on his face. “We’ll have to pat you down before letting you in.” 

Releasing his hold on you, Harvey stepped forward with his hands up as the guard patted down his chest and legs to make sure he isn’t hiding anything suspicious. Finding the gun in his coat, the guard gave Harvey a look before he raised a brow. 

“Gotta protect my girl somehow,” he said, looking at him. “You never know the kind of creeps are out there.” 

The guard shrugged and let him pass, putting a hand out to stop you from following him. 

“Hey! You did your inspection, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

The guard’s grin got wider, his eyes hiding something malicious in them. “I said I had to pat you down, both of you.” 

“That’s a load of fucking bullshit,” he growled, stepping back to protect you. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you kissed his cheek. 

“Relax baby, I’ll be alright,” you assured, stepping back and putting your hands in the air. You felt the guard’s hands start on your waist and make their way up your torso, moving to grab your breasts. Before he could, you lifted your foot and slammed the heel of your stiletto into his foot. 

“Don’t you fucking think about it,” you frowned, listening to the guard hiss at the pain before finishing up and letting you through. 

Harvey chuckled, watching you handle yourself before grabbing your hand and pulling you into his chest. Placing a kiss on your lips, he opened the door and led you in. 

The room was filled with smoke from cigars and cigarettes galore, and there was a bad smell in the air that reminded you of the gym locker rooms. It smelled of sweat, meat, and something else you didn’t want to linger on. 

Harvey’s eyes raked the room, eyeing Roman and Oswald already sitting in their chairs having what seemed to be a friendly chat. Walking further into the room, Harvey pulled out his chair and sat. 

“Sorry it took so long boys, had some personal matters to attend to,” he said, unbuttoning his coat and pulling out a cigarette. He looked at you, an expectant look on his face. 

Rolling your eyes, you leaned over his body the leather skirt riding up your ass. Reaching into his coat, you pulled out the lighter and lit the cig in his mouth. He knew you hated it when he smoked, but he couldn’t deny how unbelievably hot it was to watch you light them for him. 

Taking a drag, he blew out the smoke, his eyes not leaving you. “Thanks, baby doll,” he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. Glancing to the side, he didn’t miss the looks Roman and Oswald were giving you. Wanting to prove that you were untouchable, he reached forward toying with the golden chain of your top. 

“Why don’t you go get daddy a drink?” he asked, brushing the skin of your breasts with his finger ever so lightly. 

“Yes sir, Mr. Dent.” you winked, standing straight. As you turned to pour him a drink, Harvey grinned and slapped your ass, earning a light squeal from you. 

Roman’s eyes narrowed in on the sway of your ass as you walked, what he wouldn’t give for an hour alone with you. Leaning on the arm of his chair, his gaze raked over your body lingering on your exposed breasts. He swore Dent brought you along just to brag, not that he would complain. The sweet image of you bent over the arm of the chair was enough to satiate his wants for the time being. 

Harvey narrowed his eyes, “Something on your mind Sionis?” 

You walked back over, Harvey’s scotch in your hand not ignoring the looks all the men in the room were giving you. Taking a sip of it yourself, you handed it to him, your lipstick staining the glass. 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing with an ugly bastard like Harv?” Roman asked, a grin forming on his face. 

“More than you could ever imagine,” Harvey responded, glaring him down. 

Roman leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes watching you intently. Snapping his fingers to get your attention, he grinned. “How about a Kinky Blow Job, princess.” 

Harvey looked as if he was about to explode, gripping the arms of the chair he was in. Roman caught his gaze, not missing your flustered state at his bold request. “I mean the drink, Dent. Your girl should know how to do a Kinky Blow Job right? Or were those personal matters over a Juicy Pussy?”

Not wanting to be rude, you walked over and made the drink Roman requested. If you weren’t so well versed in various drink names this would have been a very awkward position. Mixing the pink drink, you put a straw in it before making your way over to Roman. 

His gaze alone was enough to give you shivers, Roman watched your movements like he was waiting for the right time to strike and make you his meal. 

“Here you go, Mr. Sionis.” 

Roman reached for the drink, his cold hand brushing yours ever so slightly sending shivers down your spine. “What’s the matter, princess, too cold? I know a way or two to warm my fingers up.” he winked. 

Pulling your hand back, you could feel Harvey burning holes into Roman’s chest as he continued to openly flirt with you not bothering to turn his gaze away from your exposed chest. 

“Will that be all, Mr. Sionis?” you asked, clasping your hands behind your back.

Deciding he had enough fun, he waved you away before looking at Harvey. “Such a polite little thing, how long did it take you to train her?” he asked, sipping his drink. 

The second you were close enough, Harvey grabbed your waist and pulled you down to rest on his knee. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he threatened, placing a kiss to the back of your throat. Your hand came to rest on his knee, squeezing gently as he bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder enough to leave a mark. 

“It’s a joke, Dent.” Roman chuckled, “Lighten up some,”

You felt his hand wrap around your middle, securing you against his chest resting his chin on your shoulder. 

“Both of ya, shut the ‘ell up and play the fuckin’ game!” Oswald snapped, dueling out the cards. “Buch o’ bloody wankers.” 

Picking up the cards dealt to him, Harvey kept you close. There was no way in hell he was letting anyone, especially Roman get their grubby hands on you. Looking at his cards, he reached into his coat and pulled out a wad of bills. 

“Put half of that on the table for me baby doll,” he said, eyeing you as your body arched over to toss half the wad on the table. Handing it back to him, he took the bills, grinning as he stuffed them into your top. “Why don’t you keep that safe for me?” 

“Yes, sir Mr. Dent.” you breathed, feeling his fingers lightly brush against your nipples through the top.

Content with your reaction, Harvey leaned back in his seat as you turned and draped your legs across his lap. Placing his hand on your knees, he pulled you close. Watching his hand, he glanced at the other two before setting his cards down. 

“What’s with that look Dent, confident or scared you’ll lose?” Roman called, glancing up from his cards. 

“What, worried you’ll lose to me?” 

“I thought you liked to leave things to chance or was that all an act?” 

Harvey didn’t like the fact Roman was trying to goad him into betting more money. Looking at his cards again, he still had a high chance to win. Turning to look at you, Harvey slid a finger into your top and pulled it back enough to pull out the bills and toss them onto the table. 

You weren’t happy he fell for Roman’s obvious ploy at trying to rile him up. These poker games were meant to be simple fun between crime lords, but you knew how dangerous they could be. One second they were betting money, and the second someone’s ego got fluffed they gambled away their firstborn child. 

Hours passed, and you watched as they played through three games already and dealt out the fourth and final round. Each man won a round each, and this one was to take home the cake to prove who was the best poker player. Roman had a dangerous glint in his eyes, and you didn’t like the results that could come of that.

Oswald was oddly the most generous of the three, offering you free champagne and even a platter of sandwiches that were prepared just for you. 

Harvey however, refused to let you off his lap. He worried the second he let go, you would disappear. It said a lot when he didn’t trust his own men with you, but he trusted Roman and Oswald’s men even less. 

“Final round boys, ‘ow ‘bout we up the stakes?” Oswald asked, tossing the final few cards. 

Roman grinned, his teeth a shocking white against the dark of the room. Reaching into his coat, he pulled out a folded piece of paper with his handwriting scrawled across it. “One free night with any girl of your choosing from my club.” Tossing the paper onto the table, his gaze turned to Oswald. 

“Up that, you old bird.” 

“Shut up!” Oswald thought long and hard, he didn’t have anything like that to bet. He didn’t dabble in sex clubs or prostitutes. He had more class than that, but he did have something a lot of people sought after. 

Pulling a piece of paper out, he wrote his offer illegible from your distance. True to form, Oswald Cobblepott had chicken scratch handwriting. 

“One free night, in the private secluded box in the Iceberg Lounge. Enough for you and two guests.” 

Nodding appreciatively, Roman smiled and turned his gaze to you and Harvey. His smile didn’t waver one bit, as if he knew what was about to happen next. “What are you going to bet, Dent? It seems money isn’t an option, fuck knows we have plenty of it.” 

“He could bet tha’ little ‘ore of ‘is?” 

Harvey’s grip tightened on your waist, holding you protectively against him. 

“What’s the matter Dent, I thought you were confident in your card skills?” Roman grinned, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. 

“No.” he growled. “She isn’t for sale.” 

“Oh come on Dent, why don’ you let the coin decide?” Oswald chuckled, knowing full well what Harvey would do. 

You watched as he reached into his pocket, toying with his coin between his fingers. 

“Harvey, you can’t be serious?” you asked, muttering into his ear. “I thought you said I wasn’t for sale, remember?” 

“Relax doll,” he said, turning his gaze to you. Harvey knew it was reckless, but he couldn’t refuse what the coin decides. “Have a little faith in me,” 

You watched with wide eyes as he set the standard. Heads, it was a no. Tails, you were to be placed on the betting table. The deal was one night, equal to that of the others and you had more than monetary value to Harvey. Or so you hoped. 

Flipping the coin, you held your breath watching as he caught it and flipped it onto the back of his hand to reveal the damaged side of his double-sided coin. 

Your voice died in your throat, looking at him with a concerned look. 

“You fucking asshole,” you snapped getting off his lap to stand behind him. There was no way you could watch this hand play out, not when your virtue was on the line. 

“Now that the bets have been placed, let’s play some cards, boys.” Roman grinned and began the round, his eyes not leaving your figure once. 

The next twenty minutes were some of the most agonizing twenty minutes of your life. You watched in worry as Harvey played the game. His hand was pretty good, but did that mean it was better than the others? At some point, you had to stop watching, the anxiety making it too much to bear knowing your fate rested in the cards. Biting your nail, you watched as they finally folded and waited for the results. 

Oswald flipped his card, showing that he had a full house. Not bad, but there were higher hands to play that could win.

Roman chuckled, flipping his cards over to reveal a four of a kind all in diamonds. That was a pretty damn good hand, if Harvey didn’t have a better hand it seemed you would be going home with Roman Sionis spending your night filled with Kinky Blow Jobs and Juicy Pussies. You couldn’t deny the man oozed sex appeal, but you wanted it on your terms and not from a fucking poker game. 

Clenching your fists, you watched as Harvey tsked and turned his cards to reveal a straight flush. “Sorry boys, but Y/N is going home with me tonight.” 

You watched Roman clench his jaw, irritated at the fact he lost a night with you all to himself. Getting from his seat, he put a hand in his pocket and adjusted his cigar. “Well played Dent, next time maybe you won’t be so lucky.” 

Both Oswald and Harvey got to their feet and shook hands. “Good game gentlemen, same time next month?” 

Harvey put all of his stuff into a bag before walking over to you. He didn’t miss the glare you were giving him, nor did he miss the way Roman sauntered up to you taking your hand and pulling you closer. 

“Such a shame to miss out on a night with you, princess. Maybe Dent will bring you along again next time and we’ll see what happens then.” He pulled your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss to your smooth skin. 

Giving him a hard glare, you bit your cheek. “You may be nice on the eyes Mr. Sionis, but you might want to remember you can’t buy the best things in life.” you snapped, pulling your hand away. “And I don’t come cheap.” 

Harvey bit his lip to hide his chuckle at the sight of Roman’s face. Walking over he wrapped an arm around your waist, planting a hand firmly on your ass. He knew you were pissed at him, it seemed he had a lot to make up for. 

“Later boys,” he called walking out with you on his side. As a silent promise, his large hand gripped your ass roughly while you walked, the skirt riding up to expose the underside of your cheek and black thong. 

“That fucker,” Roman growled, walking out himself. 

***

Harvey led you back to the car, where your driver and security detail waited. 

“You have a lot of groveling ahead of you Dent if you even think about sleeping in the same bed tonight.” 

Leaning to press soft kisses to your throat, Harvey wrapped both arms around you as he kissed your collar. “How about I start right now,” he muttered against your skin. “I know how much you love being fucked in the backseat.” 

Gripping his hair, you tipped your head back breathing heavily from his onslaught of kisses and public display. His hands wandered lower, toying with the bottom of your skirt as he pressed you against the car door. 

“You’re lucky you’re hot.”

Harvey grinned against your skin, before looking at the driver. “You go ahead with security, I have some business to attend to.” he grabbed the keys and unlocked the door, pulling away long enough to watch you slide in and spread your legs for him to see your dripping cunt on full display to him and anyone else around. Sucking in a harsh breath, he dove in after you and shut the door, locking it behind him. 

His lips were on yours in an instant, hips prying your legs further apart, the skirt bunched up to give him access. Harvey mumbled soft apologies against your skin as he left open-mouthed kisses across your collar. His hands danced across your thighs, as they made their way up to your pussy. 

Letting out a sigh, you arched your back feeling him swipe through your folds moaning at the sudden contact. His fingers entered into you, quickly stretching your hole to accommodate his cock to impatient to take his time with you. 

Gripping the leather of the seat, you moaned his name. “Harvey! Please!” 

Hearing your cries, his hand continued to thrust in and out of your pussy before pulling back and undoing his belt. Quick to pull out his cock, he fisted it several times watching you writhe and drip onto the leather beneath you. 

“Hold on baby doll,” he promised. “I’ll take care of you.” Gripping your hips, Harvey pushed your thong to the side and thrusted into you, bottoming out in two strokes. 

Your body spasmed, trying to take in all you were feeling. Sinful moans left your lips feeling him stretch you perfectly as he picked up the pace. All you could hear over your ragged breath was Harvey’s hushed apologies as his hips rutted into yours followed by the sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

You could feel the car rock back and forth from the force of his thrusts, Harvey desperate to make you cum. Reaching down, his thumb played with your clit making you tip your head back and kick against the door. 

“Oh fuck, Harvey!” you cried, gripping the back of his shirt. “I-I’m so close, baby. So close.” 

Hearing you gasp for air, Harvey thrusted harder into you knocking the air back out of your lungs watching as silent moans left your perfect lips. Your jaw was slack and your eyes rolled back at the feeling of Harvey driving into you. 

Swearing as your walls clench around him, Harvey moaned your name, continuing his pace. “You look so perfect,” he praised. “So fucking perfect as your pretty pussy takes my cock.” 

Feeling the build-up, your thighs tensed around his waist while you clawed at his shirt. 

“Fuck! Harvey, I’m gonna--” your words were cut off by a loud moan as you came on his cock, feeling it drip down your exposed ass. 

Thrusting into you twice more, Harvey buried his cock inside you as he came, marking you as his as your mixed juices pooled beneath you. The smell of sex filled the car, as he continued to place kisses all over your body. 

Panting heavily, you pulled his head up to kiss him. “Oh fuck…” you muttered, resting back against the car seats. Harvey looked down at you, pressing kisses to your cheek. 

“Let me take you home doll, really make it up to you.” 

Barely hearing his words, you nodded and closed your eyes. Feeling him pull out of you, you whined at the loss of contact before feeling his lips on your neck. Letting out a hiss, you tilted your head to the side feeling him suck the skin between his teeth really marking you as his this time. 

Tucking himself back into his pants, Harvey climbed into the front seat and started the car before driving off. Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw you splayed across the back seat recovering from the orgasm he just gave you. He saw your lipstick smeared across his lips, chuckling at the thought of how fucked out he must look. 

You could still feel the ache Harvey left between your legs, begging to be used again. Reaching down, you slipped two fingers into your pussy trying to convince yourself that it was Harvey. The ache resided some, but it wasn't enough. 

“Harvey…” you whined, bucking your hips into your hand. “Please!”

Glancing at you in the mirror, Harvey swallowed hard as he watched your toy with yourself while begging for him. “I’m going doll, wait until we get home.” his voice strained, trying to keep himself from driving into traffic. 

Sliding a hand up, you gripped your own breast and played with your nipple through the top, continuing to finger yourself. “I want to feel you, baby, please! It’s too much!” 

Going faster than the speed limit, Harvey palmed his growing bulge as he listened to the squelching of your fingers pumping your mixed juices back into you. With every whine and moan, his pants got tighter until it was so painful he couldn’t focus. 

Pulling into the garage, he all but jumped out of the car before walking over to the door and pulling it open to see you fucking yourself until you came. Loud moans left your lips, echoing across the garage as Harvey watched you pull your fingers out and lick them clean. 

“Holy fucking shit doll,” he muttered, pulling you out of the car. Kicking the door shut, he helped you balance on your feet before leading you up to the bedroom, his hands not leaving your body once. 

“When we get there, I’ll make it all up to you,” he promised, muttering against your shoulder. “I’ll worship every inch of you, give you a special gift and everything.” His hands roamed your body, reveling in the way you shivered under his touch. He’ll make you forget all about his stupid bet, and make you feel so good you won’t want to leave the bed.

Leaning into his touch, you walked with him as he opened the door. “You still have a lot of apologizing left to do, better get started.”

Harvey hummed into your shoulder, leading you towards the bedroom of your lavish apartment. Entering the room, he led you to the mirror and held you against his chest. You watched his hands as they traveled up your body before grabbing your breasts through your top and giving them a tight squeeze. 

“You’ve been teasing me all night with this fucking top,” he grumbled, listening to your airy breaths as he played with your breasts. “Who the fuck thought it was legal to sell you this shirt?” 

“The sales per-person,” you gasped, leaning into his touch. Feeling him pinch your nipples, you hissed pressing your ass into his crotch. 

Keeping a hand on your breasts, the other slid down your body sending little bolts of electricity everywhere he touched you. “And this fucking skirt, so fucking tight around your little ass everyone was looking at what belongs to me.” 

His lips trailed from your shoulder up to your cheek, not taking his eyes from your flustered form. You could see his eyes burning into yours as you turned your face to meet his lips in a passionate kiss.

You felt his hands slide the skirt off of you, the leather pooling at your feet. Trailing over the soft skin of your stomach, he pulled at the top trying to get it off you. You could tell Harvey was getting impatient, so you pulled away from the kiss and guided his hands into taking it off your body. 

Standing in front of the mirror in nothing but your black thong and heels, you couldn’t help but admire Harvey’s hands as they traced over every inch of you he could reach. Slowly, you stepped out of your heels as Harvey’s fingers dipped into the straps and began to pull the thong down your hips. 

Kneeling as he pulled it down, Harvey nipped lightly at your ass causing you to jump in surprise letting out a little squeal. Chuckling at your surprise, Harvey got back on his feet turning you to look at him. 

“How about a present for the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen?” he asked, holding you against him. 

Biting your lip, you gave him a nod as he led you over to the bed and made you sit. 

“Stay put,” then he walked off and disappeared to get whatever it was he was going to give you.

It took a few minutes for him to come back, holding three boxes all wrapped in deep red bows. What could Harvey have gotten you this time? The last time he decided to give you something, it was the deed to a whole island that he named after you. 

No one got to see this side of Harvey Dent, the side that truly loved you and strived to prove it with extravagant gifts, expensive trips, and more. 

Giving him a playful look, You watched as he knelt before you and placed the boxes at your feet. Pressing a kiss to your knee, he handed you the first box. “Go ahead, open it.” 

Taking the package from his hands, you lifted the top off and pushed back the tissue paper. Pulling the item out, you saw that it was a black and white lace lingerie set, complete with garter belts. Holding it up, you looked at Harvey to see his delight in you liking the first gift. 

“Oh Harvey, it’s beautiful.” you praised holding it against the expanse of your body. 

“I’d say try it on, but why don’t we save it for another night?” he chuckled, watching you move the box to the side only for him to place another on your lap. 

Giving him a look, you could tell this one was heavier than the last and that probably meant it cost more. Pulling off the lid and unwrapping it, you saw that it was a beautiful necklace with several strands of pearls strung across. 

You gasped, holding it up and looking at him. “Harvey, what did I say about expensive gifts?” 

“That cost nowhere as much as the island.” he smiled. “I thought I could get some pearls for my favorite girl.” Leaning up, he took it from you and clasped it around your neck watching as they cascaded down your chest and over your breasts. 

“Perfect,” he muttered, kissing your cheek. 

Turning your head to meet his lips, you pulled him into a kiss running your fingers through his hair. The cold pearls sent shivers across your body as Harvey pressed himself against you. “Baby doll-- fuck.” he chuckled, feeling your hands trail over his chest trying to unbutton his shirt. “I still have one more present for you,” 

“That can wait until you’re done apologizing,” you grinned, sliding his shirt off his shoulders. 

Harvey gripped your waist, lifting you higher onto the bed as he crawled over you. “I was hoping you’d use it as an apology,” he groaned against your lips as you continued to undress him. 

Your fingers danced along the waist of his pants as you unbuttoned them, sliding them down his legs. Raking your nails over his exposed skin, you helped him out of his pants and boxers moaning as you felt his mouth kiss everywhere he could reach. 

Moving down your body, he kissed every inch until he got to your hips. Nuzzling your skin, he bit into you leaving teeth marks on your hip. Harvey loved to see you all marked up, further proving that you belonged to him and no one else. 

Making his way further down, he propped your thighs over his shoulders and sucked on the supple skin enjoying the taste of your mixed juices and sweat. Leaving a trail of bruises up your thigh, Harvey licked between your folds holding your hips down as you cried out.

“Oh, Harvey!” Your hands flew to his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to lick you clean. Your hips continued to move against his face, as he brushed your clit with his nose. 

Harvey’s tongue sent jolts all through your body, overwhelmed by the feeling of his ministrations through your folds. Your toes curled, feeling him enter a finger into you slowly pumping it in and out of you. 

Moaning against your cunt, Harvey added a second finger pumping them in and out of you at a sensual pace wanting you to feel every bit of it. 

“Please!” you gasped, pulling at his hair. “Please don’t stop,” 

Hearing you beg made him chuckle, the vibrations against your clit sending you closer and closer to the edge. Between his warm tongue and cool fingers, Harvey had you dangling over the cliff as if he was daring you to let go. 

You let out a scream feeling him brush the bundle of nerves with the pad of his fingers, massaging it until your throat was raw from your screaming. Glancing up at you, Harvey grinned seeing you so lost in the pleasure he was giving you. 

“Fuck!” you tugged on his hair harshly, earning a soft moan from his lips sending more little shocks into you as he laid claim to your pussy. “Harvey! Baby-- oh! Don’t stop!” you pleaded, digging your heels into his back. 

Curing his fingers again, he felt your walls spasm around him as you came coating his hand and face in your juices. Your voice echoed around the room from crying out his name, relaxing back into the bed. 

Harvey’s face was still buried between your thighs, refusing to quit. 

“Come on doll, cum on my face again.” he groaned, peeking up at you. You looked to see your cum smeared across his lips and chin, continuing to finger you trying to coax your body into another orgasm. 

“You taste so fucking good,” he muttered, getting back to it. You couldn’t hear much over the ringing in your ears, but you swore you heard the words ‘favorite meal’ leave his lips as he licked you clean. 

“H-Harv-- oh fuck! I-I can’t..” you whined, feeling yourself being brought up again. 

“You can do it, I know you can baby doll.” he muttered against your body, “Give me another, and I’ll fuck you properly until you beg me to stop.” 

His words made your head swim, the thought of his cock buried within you while feeling like this was enough to make you cum again, screaming his name. 

Harvey lapped up every drop he could, making sure he licked your pussy clean only for him to defile it again. Unable to take anymore, you pulled his head up and over to kiss you. You could taste your arousal on his tongue as it mingled with yours in your mouth. 

His hands placed themselves on your breasts, kneading them as the pearls rolled around his hands and towards your cleavage. Harvey enjoyed seeing you wear nothing but the pearls, as they bounced around your breasts while you moved.

Not wanting to waste another second, Harvey lifted his hips before thrusting into you again. Your tight cunt was enough to make his hips stutter, feeling your velvet walls wrapped around his cock. 

“Fuck doll,” he muttered against your lips. “You feel so fuckin--” his breath caught in his throat feeling you pulse around his shaft, cutting off his words before picking up the pace. You were nothing more than a blissful fucked out mess as Harvey continued to drive his hips into yours. 

Feeling the ecstasy build up, you dug your nails into his back leaving marks that would last for days. 

“Harvey!”

Not able to get out anything but his name, your body succumbed to the intense feeling as another orgasm took over you leaving you gasping for air. 

Burying his face in your shoulder, Harvey continued to thrust into you before cumming deep within you. Unable to take anymore, he let his body collapse against yours, melting together covered in sweat and cum. 

Brushing your hair out of your eyes, he cupped your face and looked at you. You were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and Harvey would never understand what you saw in an asshole like him. Carefully, he lifted his hips and pulled out before lying next to you. 

Turning your head, you gave him a soft smile and kissed his lips. Wrapping his arms around you, Harvey pulled you close enjoying the warmth of your body. 

“Did I do good enough?” he asked, brushing his lips against yours. 

“Apology accepted,” 

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Dove

Pairing | Roman Sionis x reader

Summary | there is another little birdie that Roman spends his time with, one that coos away from the spotlight and remains hidden. She is his dove, the love that he refrains from sharing with anyone, a prisoner that does not realised that she is locked in a cage.

Warnings | mentions of violence, can be perceived as imprisonment of reader or not if you want, difficulty with getting pregnant, swearing

Requested ✖️

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Canary walked into the apartment of the boss, nervous to begin her first day at being Roman Sionis’ driver. Initially, the woman hadn’t been sure what to expect of the living space above the club, she suspected that it would be in a similar

She hadn’t asked for a promotion, the woman was content with bellowing her voice in stage, singing like a bird. But now, as a consequence for protecting the Harley Quinn, she was now a driver, a replacement for the one that no longer had the ability to move a vehicle from place to place.

Sionis’ home if it could be called that, was above the club, perched as a nest so that the man behind it all could see everything that occurred around. The windows, large and perfect for viewing out of, were great scopes out into the bustling city, to which the Black Mask brought some fear out into.

He was a killer, that was known. A torturer, a face that Gotham feared. It was merely circumstance for how Dinah ended up working for him in the first place. It was not at all what she had been aiming for, the singing gig was as far as she had assumed she would get, but now, she was starting a new and more personal job for the same scheming man.

But it appeared that she was not the only dame in Gotham that was given the request to walk into the home of Roman Sionis, for a lavished and well clothed woman stood, staring like a songbird out towards the outside world. Her eyes were cast down, surely watching the commotion that riled the streets on a daily basis.

“Ah, there you are.” The voice belonging to Roman Sionis abruptly made Dinah inwardly jump, though she didn’t allow the surprise to dictate to her body. Instead, she turned around to face the mobster, adjoined by Victor that followed after hun, an shrewd smile ragged on his face. “My new driver, are you ready for your first day.”

“Singing was kinda my thing but -“ she watched his expression fade to one folded with creases and instead plastered on a smile, quickly changing the direction of her sentence, “yes, I am. I’m not the worst driver, though, it was a shame of what happened to the last one, concerning the fault of Harley Quinn.”

Sionis rolled his eyes at the mention of the jester like woman, making a noise of disgust, before adding details to Canary’s perception. “He deserved it, that man was bound to get into trouble somewhen, the only difference is that he kept his face. He had a frequent thirst to make my dove uncomfortable, isn’t that right my lovely?”

The woman faced away from the window, glancing convincingly towards the man that had just spoken to her. Not saying a word, she nodded, feeling all the eyes except her own that were present within the premises of the room were on her. It wasn’t much different to normal, but it was a vow she had taken, she did not speak to anyone besides Roman.

Doves mated for life, and within their relationship, she insisted that she treat him the same, which was where the nickname that she had so idly been called had originated from. She was loyal to this man, who was powerful and wealthy all on his own, and that proved alone that she needed nothing more than him to be the centre of the world.

“Hi, I’m Dinah.” She attempted to greet herself, but all that she earned from the spoilt woman was a blank stare, as though she were processing the woman. “Is she okay?” Her question was directed towards either or out of the men, and assumed, it was one of them whom responded instead of her.

“Y/n.” Her eyes snapped up to meet his own, and inside, her stomach crawled as she looked up into his stern gaze. To her relief, he turned back to Dinah, after dismissing her of the title of a white bird, and striking an induction of anxiety within her gut. “She doesn’t speak to anyone, it is difficult for her to trust anyone, let alone exchange worlds with them. Is that not right dove?”

Biting her lip, to reduce the sounds of whimpers that were threatening to spill from her mouth, she stiffly nodded her head, causing a grin to smother the man’s face. “Today, Canary, you will be taking me and y/n to the clinic, we have an important appointment to attend to, is that not right my lovely girl?”

Again she nodded, feeling a pit of happiness swell in the space of her womb. She could feel her dreams moving closer to the reality that she silently lived in, the things that she greatly wanted within her reach.

“I’ll go and start the car.” Dinah announced, wanting nothing more to leave the room. The atmosphere had not at all been uncomfortable in the slightest, but it was strange to see the extraordinary owner of the club that she had worked up appear so domesticated. Though, she thought y/n to be anything but, it was as though she were scared to allow any truths to mumble from her dormant tongue.

She was sure that no one in the entire city had seen the woman out in the open and free. It would not be a surprise if she were imprisoned in that apartment, though it was confusing, for it did not seem like she wanted to leave. Instead, it appeared as though she was scared of anyone else that was not Roman.

Usually, people usually feared him, knowing full well of what he was capable of. Though, instead, y/n was comfortable in his presence, which was one strange thing out of many. Dinah was extracted from her thoughts as the back doors suspended open, the happy couple entering the vehicle, and adjusting their seat belts. “Which clinic?” She asked, glancing back in the rear view mirror at the pair.

Roman had his gloved hands trailing up the thighs of his dove, as though they were sleek platforms of ice, and his fingers were dancing upon the frozen surface. “The one around south, a few miles before that place that sells the terrible artwork.” His taste in everything gave have her an initial and well acquainted idea with what place that he was on about, and thus she started the vehicle.

The strong woman remained in silence, copying y/n’s frequent behaviour as she drove, noticing her small gestures towards the elder man. Her nose rubbed around his collar, directly breathing in the fog of his aftershave, which Dinah could smell already from the distance of the front seat. Though, it appeared sweet as the pair brushed specks of stray hairs out of the others eyes, and padded down their blazers.

Finally, the driver stopped, watching as the pair abandoned the vehicle, and went inside of the small corporative building, hand in hand. Roman’s grip was much tougher than her own, squeezing all human feeling out of her palm, half dragging her inside. Both seemed to appear eager for what lay inside, though, Dinah did not share their enthusiasm.

She had no idea of how long they would be within the clinic, and thus, she had to wait for their return before she could steer and leave. Absentmindedly, she picked the skin around her nails as she waited for Roman and y/n to come back out to the car, the wait feeling like forever as she put on the radio, bobbing her head subtly the tune that she often heard on nights out.

The driver was fast to snap her head up as she heads footsteps, and they belonged to her cruising passengers, that seemed rather deflated. Their once relaxed and worry free mood was nowhere in sight, and instead, when opening the door for y/n and climbing in afterwards, he slammed the expensive door, crossing his arms in thought.

“Is everything okay boss?” She warily asked, feeling as his eyes sent daggers towards her once she used her voice. He released a prominent scoff, shaking his head disappointedly at her enquiry. Roman repeated her question to himself, arrogantly laughing at it.

“No it’s fucking not! I don’t ask for anything, I do what I am supposed to, and the world cannot even let my dove bare my child!” He sulked in his seat, pouting profusely out the window as he once again took in the truth behind his words.

Dinah knew better than to speak, and instead left Roman and his endless rant uninterrupted. Though, as she adjusted the rear view mirror, she caught a glimpse of y/n, smirking quite pleased with the state that her lover had gotten into. It slightly scared Canary, finding the situation that she was mulling over to be silent but deadly.

So far, it was all quite clear. She did not want to carry the child of the business man, and the results that she had received were anything but a curse. She liked to think of them more as a godsend and a blessing.

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📖Masterlist📖

                              Here, you can find all the imagines I wrote.

💌 = Request

🎁 = Gift

🔎Sherlock (BBC)

Save your tears... (Mycroft X Male!Reader) 🎁

🩸Hannibal (NBC)

I don’t want to wake up from you (Will X Fem!Reader) 💌

Maneater (Hannibal X Male!Reader) (TW: Mentions of smut and violence) 🎁

An hurricane in my kitchen (Will X Fem!Reader) 💌

Papa, don’t preach... (Hannibal & Fem!Reader X Will Graham) 💌

🐺Teen Wolf

Beware the alpha! (Derek Hale X Male!Reader) 💌

🦸‍♂️MCU (Avengers, X-Men, GOTG, Fantastic Four, Agents of SHIELD, Agent Carter...)

You’re my sunshine (Helmut Zemo & Male!Reader) 🎁

🔦Criminal Minds

I’ll be brave for you... (Spencer Reid X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🦸‍♀️DCEU (Justice League, BVS, Suicide Squad, Birds of Prey, Titans, The Flash, Arrow...)

Play me me like a violin (Bruce Wayne X Male!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Sweet but psycho (Roman Sionis X Male!Reader) (TW: Violence) 🎁

Sending my love to you... (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Miss Independent... (Victor Zsasz X Fem!Reader) 🎁

The only one I need (Roman Sionis X Fem!Reader) 💌

War of the fathers, peace of the sons (Zsasmask and Male!OC & Maxwell Lord and Male!OC) 🎁

Who’s laughing now? (Joker VS Fem!Reader & Harley Quinn) (TW: Swearing & Violence) 🎁

Primal fears... (Zsaszmask and Male!OC & Maxwell Lord and Male!OC) 🎁

💥Inglourious Basterds

Innocents don’t shed blood (Donny X Fem!Reader) 💌

Speaking her language (Wilhelm Wicki X Fem!Reader) 💌

Severed blood ties (Hans Landa & Male!Reader) 🎁

We’re in heaven (Hugo Stiglitz X Fem!Reader) 💌

The Apache and The Comedian (Aldo Raine X Male!Reader) 💌

Let her be mine and mine alone... (Hans Landa & Fem!Reader x Omar Ulmer) 💌

Amour à la française (Aldo Raine X Fem!Reader!) 💌

There’s no mountain high enough... (Wilhelm Wicki X Fem!Reader & Child!OC) 🎁

You better run... (FemaleOC! & The Basterds) 🎁🎃

Run to you... (Donny Donowitz X Fem!Reader) 💌

Birthday Girl (Aldo Raine X Fem!Reader) 💌🎁

All against odds (Wilhelm Wicki X Male!Reader) 🎁

🗼Pacific Rim/Kong: Skull Island/Godzilla

Written in the stars (Nate Lambert X Fem!Reader) 🎁

😈Lucifer

An unholy seduction (Lucifer X Male!Reader) 💌

My mama is the best man in the universe (Lucifer and Male!Spirit!OC) (Father-son relationship) 💌

😇Good Omens

My boyfriend is back (Crowley X Demon!Fem!Reader) 💌

🤵Kingsman: The Secret Service

Too old for her? (Harry Hart X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🔮Harry Potter

Love is like a tornado (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

It’s just the price I pay (Hermione Granger X Male!Reader) 🎁

Falling (in love)... (Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader) 💌

🔥The Witcher

The deepest soul (Geralt X Mermaid!Fem!Reader) 💌

Music is my way to say I love you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) (AU) 💌

Put your wings on me (Jaskier X Fae!Fem!Reader) 💌

Love song... (Jaskier X Bard!Fem!Reader) 💌

I will find you (Jaskier X Fem!Reader) 💌

💣James Bond Movies

Velvet Tango (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

You targeted my heart (James Bond X Fem!Reader) 💌

Sugar Boy... (James Bond X Male!Reader) 💌

Don’t worry child... (Gareth Mallory & Male!OC) 🎁

In my arms... (James Bond X Male!Reader) (TW: Smut) 💌

Like a porcelain doll... (Ernst Stavro Blofeld & Fem!OC) 🎁

Unconditionally... (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Come what may (Gareth Mallory X Male!OC) 🎁

No more secrets (00Q X Male!OC) 💌

I care for you (Gareth Mallory X Fem!Reader) 💌

🏹Shadowhunters

🪔Merlin (BBC)

For my king (Arthur X Fem!Reader) 🎁

Under your spell (Merlin X Fem!Reader) 💌

🎭Prodigal Son

Mystery Girl (Malcolm Bright X Fem!Reader) 🎁

🤴The Crown

I’d put a crown at your feet... (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part I) 💌

All Hail to my king (Philip X Male!Reader) (Part 2) 💌

Give us a chance (Charles X Male!OC) 💌

A royal affair (Margaret X Male!OC) 🎁

🦇Gotham

The art of seduction (Oswald Cobblepot X Fem!Reader) 💌

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[moonlit-imagines]

warnings: guns/violence

a/n:

requested by @jokekinsjoke505

The gunfire from outside the car was deafening. You really didn’t know what could have started it, but knowing your fathers it was probably deserved. You opened your car door and followed the sounds of bullets being fired before you stumbled upon two gangs and their leaders—Roman Sionis and the Joker. “Dad!” You shouted over the noise, which suddenly ceased. “You said five minutes! Why am I still waiting in the car.”

“Daddy’s almost finished with his meeting, love. Please just stay in the car.” Roman replied, nudging Victor to do the same.

“Yes, y/n, we’re sorry it’s taking so long.” Victor added. You looked over to the tattooed, green-haired Joker from the other end of the alley and glared.

“Oh, that one is trouble. You know, I could finish our little meeting a bit early with just one…shot.” Joker pointed his gold-plated gun towards you and you rolled your eyes, reaching for your own gun hidden under your shirt.

“So could I.” You pointed it back at him. “Maybe you guys could finish some other time.” You shot your gun off to the side of the Joker haphazardly, startling him and his backup. “Can we go now? We’re gonna be late!” Roman and Victor turned to each other, both slightly shocked and impressed, and decided to leave like you had ordered. The Joker stood idly by, equally stunned to see you calling the shots to the point where he didn’t dare get involved. You were right, this could be solved another time.

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[matth1w]

Always You

Pairing: Roman Sionis/Black Mask x Female Reader

Summary: After years of separation, you finally reunite with Roman.

Warnings: Vague descriptions of sex

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1,344 words

Note: Inspired by repeat listenings of Crystal Dolphin (I know). I imagined a camera circling around the two as their eyes meet, everything else fading into the background.

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D O  N O T  R E P O S T  M Y  W O R K

You and Roman had always loved each other. Before you knew what love was, back when love was sweet and innocent. The love you shared was simply that of best friends who smiled wider when they held each other’s hands than anyone else.

As you stepped forward, patient and thankful for the line that let you try to simmer the bubbling anxiety within you, you took in a shallow breath. 

Your name only barely loud enough for the guard to hear. After a few moments of attention directed at his lists, no doubt, his eyes met yours again, a bit of a frown beginning as he looked back down at his tablet. 

“I see.” He gruffed. 

Unsure if you were hoping he would turn you away or let you forward, you stayed silent. 

After one more long beat of staring at you, he jerked his thumb to the door. 

“Inside for weapons check.”

As you crossed the threshold, you heard the signature beep of an old school radio being pushed.

In the club, Victor’s ear buzzed. “Tell the boss she’s here.”

He strides over to Roman who is thankfully in the middle of a very unimportant conversation. 

Only a moment after he leans down to relay the message, Roman jumps up from his seat. 

Manic excitement lights his eyes that leaves as quickly as it came, replaced by pure nervousness. 

He runs his hands through his hair, taking in deep breaths as he shakes his body and removes his sunglasses, and much to everyone’s surprise, his gloves, mindlessly throwing them into Zsasz’s hands. 

He turns on Victor with a start, seemingly realizing his friend is more than an accessory rack. 

“Do I look good?” He resists the urge to grab onto his shoulders and shake him when his answer isn’t instant. 

A nervous, too high pitched laugh bursts out of Roman before Victor can even reply. 

“I mean, of course I do.” He flits his head with his typically fake big smile.

Zsasz just nods with an unaffected look, hiding the concern underneath. 

“Course.” He says as he places a reassuring hand onto his boss’s shoulder.

Roman had been waiting for this moment his entire adult life. But now that it was here, that you were here, he felt so nervous. So insecure. 

Would you like him? The club? His clothes? Was it too much? Not enough?

The cacophony of thoughts continued to race through his head. 

‘Everyone out. 

… No stay. 

No one look at her. She’s mine. 

… But she deserves a sea of people adoring her. 

What do I do? What should I do?

Oh it’s too late to do any—’

Time seems to slow as you walk through the curtain leading into the main room. Everything quiets, even the song seeming to slip underwater. 

You’re unsure if it’s truly the music or just the effect this man is having on you. The air vibrates with the deep bass, electrifying your skin and moving you forward despite the echoing worry in your mind. 

‘What if he doesn’t recognize me?

What if he doesn’t remember me?’

You gather all the courage in your body as you let your eyes scan the room for the only one you could truly see. 

Had you not been holding onto something you would have certainly faltered in your step.

The way he looked at you instantly quieted your fears and confirmed you had not once left his mind.

You were expecting his looks. Roman was always fawned over as a child and truth be told, you had always found him attractive. And recently, you searched him online and realized he had aged like fine wine.

You expected the lavish suit. Dressed to the nines in a glamorous, almost campish style that seemed to be perfectly made to shine amongst everyone and everything else.

You had even expected the eyes, though they were more intense than before. Piercing through your skin and soul.

But lord. You did not expect eyeliner. 

And Roman himself was stunned. He had kept tabs on you and had even gone to see you once from afar but nothing could compare to how you looked only feet away from him.

He felt like a young child again, the moment he realized he loved you and would make you his one day. The emotions came crashing and he was frozen in his place.

You faintly register the music beginning to rise as the world seems to spin around you two.

You wanted to bottle this moment. Play it over and over again. The music, the lights, the touch of the dress of your skin, the warmth filling you. 

But most importantly, the way Roman looked right here. 

Right now. 

And how this man, your oldest friend, first and truest love, was looking at you. 

The music coming back to its full force makes you blink out of the trance and finally move. Your steps matching his cautious, unbelieving steps. 

You’re standing in front of each other, just staring, eyes roaming over each other’s bodies, taking in everything that was hidden by distance before. Hands hovering in the air, still in their instinctual yearning for the other’s embrace.

Neither of you dare to break the silence, the fiercest spell that had come over you both. 

With one last journey of his face, so close allowing you to appreciate every inch, you realize one of you will have to say something. 

“Hi—”

His lips jolt onto yours, closing the electrified distance, breaking the spell and instead creating something stronger - stealing the words from your mouth, breath from your chest, and heart from your very soul.

His lips are strong and firm and desperate in their movement like returning home to a place you had only been to in your dreams.

But you feel them pull away. Too soon. 

So you follow him and grab them again, sealing them with smiles as you bring your hands up and around to the back of his neck. Fingers flirting with the ends of his hair.

In a singular moment of clarity, Roman has but one thought tearing his lips from yours.

“They don’t get to see what I’m going to do to you.”

The sound of his rough voice stuns you, so different yet so similar to that which filled your memories. Not even taking in the words, you nod. Your head just barely moving down for a moment, still lost in your state of bliss.

With that, he leans away as if nothing had ever pained him more and takes your hand in his, rushing steps moving you through a parting sea of bodies.

Within moments, the sound and staring eyes disappear and his hands are roaming all over you, overwhelming your body so much that it can only respond in kind.

In the privacy of his darkened bedroom, you make slow, deep love. Staring into each other’s eyes as you give all of yourselves to the other. 

Deep kisses capture your moans - breathing them into each other’s mouths when you can hold them no longer. 

His touch always on you, never leaving your skin. 

Unsure where he ends and you begin. Both shaking, tensing, pulsing, releasing together. 

Finally laying together side by side, you’re both unable to stop looking and touching one another. The spell thicker than ever. 

You want to say something, anything, other than a cut off greeting and euphoric chanting of his name. But you continue to appreciate the moment in silence.

Roman kept his body closed off from the world. But not you. He wanted to feel everything you had to offer. With yet another thought pushing out to be voiced, he opens his mouth.

“Marry me.”

It was quick, sudden, and for a flicker of a moment, you thought impulsive.

Until you realized this was always where you two were meant to be. 

You had no other words than the one he repeated to you as a boy when you asked with innocent giggles if he would marry you.

“Always.”

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[snootsnoot-fiction]

The Past Hurts

Pairing: Roman Sionis x reader 

Word count: 2.1k

Warning: Mentions of child abuse and sex, hints of torture, death, and fluff fluff fluff.

A/n: Soooo I had a general fluff idea for Roman after watching Birds of Prey again, and I felt creative so decided to write it sooner rather than later, and just made the rest up as I went along. I had fun writing Roman, he is a dangerous manchild xD

Summary: You give one of Roman's men the slip and meet someone from your troubled past...

You and Roman had been together for almost a year now. Officially.

Back when you first met, he was immediately smitten, but you insisted on simply dating and getting to know one another first. You hated the idea of rushing into things, but with each date and day, you fell harder for this man. This criminal.

You had had a rough childhood. Foster home to foster home. All you knew is the woman who gave birth to you didn't want to have to raise a child. It made you bitter most the time. You understood there might have been reasons, but none were provided while you bounced from one family to the next. Each too busy with their own blood relations for you.

A few months before you turned 16, you were put in what would turn out to be your last foster home. It was a childless couple. The woman was mostly quiet, but also caring. While her husband, you soon discovered, was drunk most the time. The wife sometimes told you he wasn't like this before, and he was usually a very loving husband.

She was a dim light in an otherwise completely dark hole that was your life. She looked after you. Talked to you. Even helped you bathe on particularly nasty days when it hurt to move a single limb.

Of course, you still had to go to school, and that was your only real escape from the man. You ended up confiding in the odd kid that everyone else seemed to avoid. As a 16th birthday present, she gifted you a knife and a wink with a smirk, but no words. You knew exactly what was on her mind though.

The first thing you felt when you got home that day was a hot sting on your cheek as you fell to the floor. Your school bag had fallen off your shoulder and you could see the faint glint of the knife.

Your body seemed to take on a life of its own, and before you knew it, the man you hated was on the floor, and in your own hate-fueled rage, you found yourself continuously bringing the knife up and down in heavy blows until a loud scream tore you away from it.

You whipped around, knife in hand, to see the only person who had shown you any compassion. Her husband was demanding, but he had never laid a hand on her. You thought you saw something break inside her the moment her eyes connected with yours. 

You didn't give yourself time to dwell on it; you were out the front door quicker than a Flash. You eventually met up with the same girl that gave you the knife. While you did initially panic about what might happen to you, you couldn't deny you were grateful for the present. 

With her help, you made a suitable enough living for yourself within Gotham. The police never came for you. She was the only real friend you had, and one night she decided to invite you to the Black Mask Club.

That's where you met him. 

Since leaving your old life behind, you learned to defend yourself. You were by yourself at the bar just finishing your fourth drink, when a guy sidled up right next to you. His hand almost immediately on the curve of your backside. You raised a brow and looked at him to see the most creepy smile you had ever seen.

Of course, you gave him one chance to accept rejection, but he didn't want to. The man merely grabbed your wrist. Acting on instinct, you flipped him and he suddenly found himself lying over the bar.

Everyone looked at you, but you ignored them as you gestured to the bartender for another drink while a voice called for the party to continue.

"I don't believe I've seen you around here before, uhh..?" You turned around to see a man in a dark, velvet suit with black gloves. You instantly found him attractive, especially in your semi-drunken state.

"Y/N." You replied with a small smile. "This is my first time.. and you are?" In response, the man merely chuckled in disbelief. Sure, you were new, but you seemed to genuinely have no idea who he was, making his face drop.

"I'm Roman. Sionis. I own this place." He gestured around him with a hand, and your cheeks started reddening thinking he might throw you out.

"He wouldn't take no for an answer, I wasn't about to leave here with him!" You defend yourself. This only made Roman chuckle again.

"Relax! I saw what happened and I am very impressed Y/N." You relaxed, but still felt cautious. "Care to join me? Drinks on me."

"But you own the place?" 

"Exactly!" Roman grinned as he stepped aside to show the way to his table. You looked him up and down for a moment. You could tell he was dangerous, but that only made him more attractive, and so were you.

You barely remember the rest of the night. The next thing you knew, you were waking up in an unfamiliar bedroom. You had slept with the man who you later found out to be one of the biggest criminals in the city. 

Roman was sad to see you leave that morning, and insisted on you coming back to the club. You almost didn't. When you eventually told him you wanted to take your time with things like this, he whined a little, but ultimately accepted. Anything was worth getting his hands on more than just your body.

Now here you were. You were Roman's, and everyone damn well knew it. 

Your man usually insisted on having someone with you most the time, to ensure you were safe despite knowing you could handle yourself. Earlier today you had managed to give them the slip when you met none other than the wife of the man you murdered so long ago now. You hadn't seen her since then, but she was always kind to you, and that's what got you.

The next thing you knew, she was hurling all kinds of abuse at you, making it evident something really did break in her when she walked in on you then. You didn't want to hurt her. She was the only person growing up that treated you like a human being, so you took all the verbal abuse and the surprisingly strong hits. You let her get it all out of her system, but you weren't about to let her be your end, so when she finally seemed about ready to move on, you left. 

You slowly made your way home. To Roman. 

Her words weighing much heavier than anticipated as you trudged through the streets. You felt numb as your childhood shattered behind you. 

It was late now. The club was empty, but it was still dark. You sometimes stay out, but you would always tell him so he knew you were perfectly fine. Now Roman was worried. Where on Earth could you be?

Zsasz was holding his shoulders in an attempt to calm him down, but Roman merely pushed him away. At that moment he spotted you. A loud gasp escaped him as he rushed over to you.

"Where have you been?!" He looked you up and down with a face full of worry, hands gripping your shoulders tight. Something was clearly wrong. "Darling?" His voice soft now. The man felt a mix of sadness and worry for you, and anger and rage at whoever could have caused this. 

"Come on, let's get you sat down 'kay?" Protectively wrapping an arm over your shoulder, Roman led you to the bedroom, sitting you in his comfy chair before kneeling down in front of you. "What happened? You can tell me." You looked into his bright, sad, and angry eyes. You knew exactly what he would do if you mentioned who did this to you. At this point, you didn't really care, but you didn't want to be the cause of it. 

Roman put on his stern face. "Now darling, if you won't tell me, you know I will find whoever did this anyway." You knew this was true, but you still couldn't say anything.

After a few more moments, he looked up to his right hand man who disappeared, before he focused his attention on you. 

"Let's get you cleaned up baby.." 

You were sitting in the bath, just about to get out, when there was a knock on the bathroom door. Roman opened it only enough to talk with whoever was on the other side. Whispered words too quiet for you to hear. 

You had gotten out the bath and was leaning down for a towel when he looked back and noticed. He rushed to grab the towel for you, wrapping it around your shoulders. He was about to leave to get you clothing when you grabbed his wrist.

"Don't leave me…" your voice was almost too quiet, making Roman frown.

"Zsasz, fetch some of my night wear!" He called over his shoulder before giving you a gentle kiss on the head. "I'm here." Only letting go to retrieve the clothes Zsasz had gotten and helped you dress in them. They were big on you, but extremely comforting. The towel was left on the floor for now as he led you out of the room, images of your battered body full of old and new scars flashing through his mind. You meant more to him than anything and all he wanted was to see you safe and happy. 

Roman knew you had killed the last foster dad you had, but Zsasz had just informed him who it was they were currently holding downstairs, and he understood why you seemed so… heavy on the heart. Zsasz was waiting as his boss escorted you to bed, helping you settle gently and wrapping the covers snug around you.

"Roman.." you called as he made to exit the room.

"I won't be a minute darling, I swear. I'll make it up to you." Before he did leave, however, he rushed back to give your head another kiss.

*****

Roman Sionis, now he was not in your presence, was more visibly pissed than he had been in a long time. Not even Zsasz could do anything to calm him.  

The moment he laid eyes on the woman, Roman was immediately upon her with an almighty smack that managed to knock an old tooth out.

"Ew." He grimaced distastefully before looking back at her with such fury it was a wonder she didn't burst into flames right there and then. "Y/N didn't tell me it was you, but you can be fucking well sure I am going to make you suffer for what you did to them!" His voice rose to a shout, and he backhanded the woman again, ignoring all the cursing coming from her.

"Make it nice and slow Zsasz, give her the full treatment…" Roman stepped back, watching as his right hand man began his work on her, then left.

***** 

It really had only been a minute, but even that felt too long. You were hugging a pillow when Roman suddenly appeared in the entryway of the bedroom.

You couldn't help the gasp. Jumping out of bed with a wince, you rushed over to give your man a hug so hard he let out a surprise groan before wrapping his arms around you, careful to not hurt you. Roman wasn't about to stop a hug you needed, so it was a while before you reluctantly pulled away to look at him.

That's when you noticed it. Grabbing the handkerchief in his suit pocket, you gently wiped at the speck of blood on his cheek. You knew full well what was going on downstairs, and while prior to today you might've been upset by it, right now all you cared about was the man in front of you who was currently looking down at you with a quizzical look.

"Blood." You stated simply, throwing the handkerchief to the floor, and offering him a small smile, making him smile tenfold as he held your face for a while.

"No harm will ever come to you again, 'kay?" Tired, you simply nodded. "Now I'm going to get dressed for bed, so you.." he pulled you over to sit on the bed, "wait right here." You watched as he shed himself of his white suit and pulled on a pair of silk pyjamas.

Pulling back the covers, Roman shuffled underneath them before pulling you onto him. You settled comfortably with your head on his chest and arms wrapped around him, and he pulled the covers back over the both of you before simply holding you in his arms. Fingers tracing shapes absent-mindedly on your arm and back as you slowly but surely drifted into sleep.

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[bi-bard]

You’re Better Than This- Roman Sionis Imagine (Birds of Prey)

Title: You’re Better Than This

Pairing: Roman Sionis X Reader

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 2,025 words

Warning(s): Depictions of violence, manipulation

Summary: Everything was in order and relatively logical... until a drunk Harley Quinn stumbled into the picture. After that, everything was a mess and (Y/n) started asking a lot of questions that had never really been raised before.

Author’s Note: Hey! I’m just letting you, I may be posting a little bit less. I’m trying to apply to college and scholarships, so everything is a little hectic. Thank you for understanding.

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I jumped when I heard a loud scream over the music of the club. I had been in this scene for a while but there wasn’t usually a lot of violence in the club. Roman tended to keep a close eye on that. 

I looked up to see Roman already walking over to where the scream came from. There were men helping Roman’s driver out and Harley Quinn was casually lounging on the sofa in his place. I walked over quickly, wanting to know everything I could.

“Where is that little partner of yours,” was the first thing I heard out of Harley’s mouth when I walked over. “Oh, hiya, (Y/n).”

“Hey Harley,” I grinned. Roman stood up straight and looked at me. “So, what’s going on here?”

“Nothing, dear, driver’s mistake,” he shrugged. I raised an eyebrow.

“He called me a slut,” Harley added, waving a hand at me. I nodded.

“Well, our apologies then,” I said. Roman had turned around and told Victor to find him a new driver. “Enjoy your evening, Ms. Quinn. I’m sorry again.”

“Aww, it’s alright, sweetheart,” she promised. 

Roman nodded his head before placing a hand on my back and gently leading me towards the bar. He stopped for a moment and turned to the still silent crowd. 

“What’s a party without a little drama,” he shouted happily. “Play the music!”

The party was immediately back on track. I waited until Roman and I were both at the bar before I held a hand over my mouth and laughed quietly. 

“She really is something else,” I said. Roman tilted his head at me. “Your driver was an ass, Roman, I told you that. I had my money on this happening eventually.”

“I should’ve trusted your intuition,” he replied before kissing the side of my head. “I have a brief meeting to go to. Are you going to be alright on your own?”

“Of course I am,” I nodded. 

“Okay,” he said. “Don’t leave the bar without Victor and keep an eye open. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I won’t get hurt,” I promised. “Now go do your business thing so I can have an evening with you.”

He nodded before walking off. I turned to the bartender and asked for a water. The drinks here were fine but I was already tired tonight. Roman insisted that I went. I was quietly giggling at the people dancing when I saw Dinah walked over to the bar. She sat down next to me.

“Hey, you sounded amazing tonight,” I complimented. “If I had your voice, I’d never stop singing.”

“Thanks,” she replied awkwardly. 

“You want some food,” I asked. “I can get us something really fancy... or just junk food. Whichever you prefer.”

She chuckled at me. I think Dinah knew that I meant well. I wasn’t trying to manipulate her. I just wanted her to be happy... or as happy as possible.

“I’m alright but we should try-”

Dinah was cut off by Harley running into her shoulder. I sighed and looked down.

“Singer-lady-woman,” Harley shouted. I chuckled at her, sending Dinah an apologetic look.

Dinah traded a few half-hearted responses with Harley before just kind of ignoring her. Harley slid even closer to her. 

“Do you know what a harlequin is,” Harley slurred. 

“A janky ass clown with bad eye make-up,” Dinah asked sarcastically. I covered my mouth to hold in the embarrassingly loud laugh that I almost let out. 

“Ooo, ouch,” Harley said. “A harlequin’s role is to serve. An audience. Her master. A harlequin is nothing without her master. And no one gives two fucks who we are beyond that.”

I was gonna roll my eyes and ignore her when I spotted Roman. He was chatting with a couple of women at one of the tables. I bit my lip and turned around. 

“I don’t know who you think I am, lady, but I’m not her,” Dinah replied.

I stood up and waved at Victor, who was standing off to the side of Roman. I pointed towards the penthouse and he nodded, understanding what I meant. The last thing I heard before I was out of earshot was Harley saying that she and the Joker broke up. 

--Time Skip--

“Roman,” I called as I quickly walked into the room. 

“What is it,” he snapped at me. My shoulders tensed and I tilted my head at him. 

“I had something interesting for you,” I explained.

“One moment, we’re discussing the crossbow killer,” he held a hand up to me. I sighed, rolling my eyes at him. 

“Roman,” I said after another minute of his senseless rambling. “Roman... Roman!”

“What,” he yelled back. He grabbed my upper arms. “What’s so important?”

“Harley and the Joker are done,” I replied. “I heard it from her.”

“Really,” he asked softly. His grip loosened on my arms and I nodded. “Oh, this is brilliant.”

“It’s open season on Harley and she called it on herself,” I chuckled. 

Roman’s hands moved to the side of my face, squeezing a little bit harder than I was okay with but I didn’t question it, “I love you, you know that, right?”

“Of course I do,” I mumbled. He kissed me gently before turning to Victor. 

“Go get her, would you?”

“Yes boss,” Victor nodded his head before leaving the room.

“God, I owe you a ring,” Roman said, throwing his arms out to the sides.

“I’ve been saying that for months,” I shrugged. “You’ve bought me enough gifts for a lifetime, Romie.”

“Don’t call me that,” he snapped quickly before shaking his head and smiling again. “I’ll continue giving you presents for as long as I can... and I promise the next one will be a ring.”

“Oh, I’m so going to hold you to that,” I laughed before hugging him tightly.

--Time Skip--

I scooted as close to the opposite door as I could as Roman shoved the kid into the backseat. I saw something fall out of her pocket. A grenade. I leaned down and stashed it in my pocket as Roman was getting the door shut. 

“Where are we going,” I asked as Roman told the driver to go. 

“An old dock,” he replied. “It’s close and it’ll be easy to dispose of the kid.”

“Roman, she’s a child,” I said through gritted teeth. “Why would you-”

“She swallowed the diamond.”

“That doesn’t-”

“One more word and I will shove you out of the car.”

I bit my tongue and looked through the back window just in time to see the car behind us crash. I placed a hand over my mouth.

“Harley and the Crossbow Killer,” I said simply. “Gaining!”

“Drive faster,” Roman snapped at the driver.

I watched Harley fling herself onto the trunk of the car. 

“Shoot her,” Roman told the man in the front passenger seat. The man leaned out the window and started shooting as we got closer to the docks.

I looked at the kid, who just looked back at me in fear. She was just a small pickpocket. I was too... years ago. She didn’t mean to get wrapped up in this. She stumbled into it by mistake. I gave her an apologetic look before turning back towards the front of the car.

I quickly covered my head, bending over as Cassandra grabbed Roman’s gun, trying to save Harley. There was a reason I told Roman to give me a gun and he always refused. What an idiot.

The door next to me opened and Harley went over me to punch Roman. Why exactly did she not grab me? 

“Uh-oh,” she mumbled, diving away from the door. 

I looked forward and panicked. As if it was an instinct, I pulled Cassandra over, hoping to protect her from the inevitable car crash. Roman leaned into the front of the car, steering us away. We still hit a statue at the entrance of the pier but it was better than death.

“Let’s go,” Roman snapped, pulling Cassandra from my arms and onto the pier. 

I followed quickly, now confused and scared and secretly hoping that Harley would get here. I didn’t want this young girl’s blood on my hands.

Roman dragged the girl over to the edge of the pier between two of the statues. I hide around the one next to him. I heard Roman’s speech echoing from all ends of the pier. Something about Harley not being able to stand on her own two feet. I could hear Harley’s monologue, jumping when a gunshot hit a statue. 

“Hey,” I shouted when I heard the gun cock again. “Harley, just put the gun down.”

“Out of bullets anyway,” Harley admitted quietly. 

“That was super embarrassing,” Roman said through a laugh.

“Sure was,” she shrugged. 

“You think you can beat me,” he asked. “You’re a fucking moron.”

“I’m sorry kid,” she looked at Cassandra. “I’m sorry that I tried to sell you. That was a dick move. For what it’s worth, you made me want to be a less terrible person.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Roman shrugged off her little speech.

“(Y/n),” Roman stopped when Harley said my name. “Are you really okay with this? You and I both know that you’ve never liked the killing. You just accepted it because you thought Roman was what you wanted. Can’t you see? You’re Roman’s harlequin! You don’t want this girl’s blood on your hands. You just wanted love and acceptance and Roman made you think he was the only one who was going to give you that. Well, it’s bullshit! Stop him now and you’re your own person. You’re better than this.”

“I don’t have time for this crap-”

“Roman, wait,” I snapped. His eyes widened at me.

I walked over and I cupped the side of his face. He grinned at me, moving the blade from Cassandra’s throat so he could carefully touch my arm. I smiled back, tears building in my eyes.

“Roman,” I mumbled. He raised his eyebrows and hummed as a sign that he was listening. I slowly and carefully moved my other arm, making sure his attention was still on my face. “You forgot the ring.”

“I get the ring as soon as we’re done here,” he promised.

“You don’t have to,” I shook my head, stepping back a little before holding up the ring of the grenade. “I already got one.”

In Roman’s moment of panic, I pulled Cassandra back with me. I hugged her tightly, mumbling “I’m sorry” more times than I could count. Harley obviously noticed what happened back her next move was to basically chuck Roman over the edge of the pier. I closed my eyes as I heard the grenade go off behind me before stepping back from hugging Cassandra. 

“Thank you,” Harley said as the other women helping her walked over to us. 

“Thank you,” I replied. “I guess I just needed someone to say what I’d been thinking.”

“So, what’s next for you,” Dinah asked as we all started walking away. 

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I have a criminal empire that thinks I watched the love of my life die. Roman gave the order that I was in charge if something ever happened. They’re probably waiting for my call. Or...,” I looked over at the cop that was with us, “I could turn in the entire operation and get a hefty reward.”

“I’d wait,” the cop advised. “Your life may end up on the line if you turn everyone in.”

“We’ll be here to help you,” Dinah promised. “I’ll even sing at the club.”

“Oh, I’ve gotta redesign that,” I chuckled. “You guys want to redo a bar?”

“Do we get free drinks,” Harley asked.

“I’ll give you two free drinks,” I said. She giggled and hugged me tightly. “Thank you so much, Harley.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied. “You’re better than him. You’re the boss now.”

I smiled and nodded. I glanced back at the pier for a moment. I was in control now. Everything was my call... and I was going to do a far better job than the man before me. 

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Asking for Help | Roman Sionis x Male!Reader

Another vent fic, yay. One I didn’t expect to write and fought with myself if I even should. Did it anyway, obviously. It kinda helped, I guess. This is extremely personal and very specific, of course. I doubt anyone will truly read it, but still putting that out there, lol. 

summary; A flashback of past trauma pops up and Roman later asks you why you never ask for help. 

notes; TW // Past Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma; Abuse; Trauma; Flashbacks; Being yelled at by father in the past; Mentions of self-harm and intrusive thoughts. Male!Reader; hint of Daddy!Kink, but Roman doesn’t get called “Daddy” for once, it’s just the usual pet names he uses fror reader in my fics; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Cuddling; Crying; Talk about past trauma;

You sat at your desk, studying and doing homework for university, like usual. It was absolutely set in your routine and Roman knew not to disturb you, while you were trying to focus and just get everything done. So, like during your zoom calls, he was either in the living area of the loft, downstairs at the club or completely gone, doing business somewhere. That day, he was relaxing at the loft. You couldn't decide if you were happy about it or not, when you were suddenly hit by a flashback. One that hasn't haunted you in a little while. It was startling. You stopped writing, setting your pen down; and tried to calm your breathing that had picked up due to the flashback. Faintly, you noticed tears burning your eyes. You quickly blinked them away and swallowed thickly. Think of something else. Think of something else. Think of something else. You repeated these words in your head, over and over again. This was long past. It happened. It was over. It's almost been a decade since it had happened. Taking a deep breath, you balled your hands into fists, clenching and unclenching them repeatedly. Thinking of anything else didn't help, the flashback fought its way through to the forefront. You could practically hear him yell. Your father. You cried so much that one evening when it had happened. The way he was yelling at you so familiar and yet so shocking. The words he was shouting cut deeply, leaving scars that just wouldn't heal. Deep down, you had known it would happen. You had known he would yell at you. Yet, your sister insisted to talk to your parents. You wished you hadn't. It would have been one scar less. Your father had left so many emotional wounds on you, none of them healed properly, if at all. Often times, you found yourself conflicted in regards to your feelings towards him. You loved him. You knew he loved you. But all the yelling, the rough handling when you were a little kid, the nasty words he would throw at you; it all made you stop and question everything so often. The mixed signals he had sent you all your life made it a blurry line, a conflict within yourself. Knowing that you wouldn't be able to focus on your work for a little while anyway, you got up from your desk and thought about going to Roman. You hesitated. You didn't want to bother him. You didn't want to let him see you struggling. You didn't want him to leave you, realising how broken you were. Eventually, you went to your bedroom, taking your smartphone from the bedside table instead. You sat down on the edge of the bed and opened various social media apps, trying to focus on that instead. Funny posts, things about your favourite characters and films, anything that would make you smile and feel better. It worked temporarily. Then it all came back. Frustrated, you threw your phone beside you on the bed and buried your face in your hands. Your ears twitched, when you heard Roman walk around the loft. You lifted your head and put your hands down. All too suddenly, he was standing just a few feet away from you, tiltling his head with a concerned face. "Are you just taking a break or is something wrong?" He asked after a few beats of silence in which you just looked each other. You bit the inside of your cheek, fighting with yourself. "Just taking a break," you rasped eventually. Roman hummed thoughtfully, obviously not believing you, but didn't push you into talking. He came closer, sitting down beside you. "Do you want some tea?" You shook your head. He sighed, kissing your forehead before getting back up. "You know where to find me if you change your mind," he said before leaving you alone again. If he was talking about the tea or opening up to him was up to you to decide. You felt awful. Guilty. He shouldn't have to put up with you like that. You knew how frustrating it was to not get any answers to the many questions that would form, when someone you loved was suffering and not opening up. After a short while, you got back up and went back to your desk to continue doing your work for university. It would be rather pointless as you wouldn't be able to recount much of it the next day, but you didn't care anymore. You just wanted to get it done and you wanted to stop the flashback from popping up over and over again. At night, when you finally went to bed, Roman was lying on his back and you were cuddled into his side, your head resting on his chest. It was your favourite position. Hearing his heart beat was calming. He was stroking your hair with one hand and rubbing a thumb over the arm you laid over his stomach with his other. "Why do you never ask for help?" He whispered. You tensed up. "It's a mean question, isn't it? I don't mean to hurt you, baby. I just want to know why. Do you not trust me?" "That's not it," you replied softly, tightly gripping onto his silk pajama shirt. "What is it then?" The flashback came back to you all over again, your breathing picking up, tears welling up in your eyes. Ironically, it had to do with just that. That was one of the reasons why you never dared to ask for help. That was why you never dared to let the people around you know when you suffered. That was why you hesitated to answer when you were directly asked about it. "It's not easy for me," you settled on. "Could you stop being so fucking vague for once?" He sounded frustrated. Angry. "Fuck. I didn't mean it like that. I want to know what's going on with you, baby. That's all," he sighed. A tear escaped your eyes, travelling over the bridge of your nose and dropping on Roman's shirt. "I'm sorry, Roman, I'm sorry. I just- it's hard, okay? It's really fucking hard! I- I want to ask for help. I do. So often. But I just can't. I'm fucking scared every fucking time. So scared-" It all shot right out of you and you had to catch yourself in the end, a broken sob tearing itself from your throat. Roman shushed you softly, squeezing your arm on top of his stomach rhythmically, reassuringly. "Ssh, it's okay, sweetheart," he cooed. "Why are you scared? What are you scared of?" He seemed to latch onto the opening he'd found. "I'm scared you'll leave me. I'm scared you'll be angry. I'm scared you'll yell at me, like- like- Fuck!" You were full on crying by now, tears flowed, sobs escaped you and your entire body was quaking with the force of it all. "I wouldn't do any of those things, sweet boy, I promise. I know I get angry quickly, but never at you, right? Right, baby?" "I know. I'm sorry. I know." Neither of you spoke for a moment. Your sobs died down, silent tears falling and soaking the silk shirt some more. "It's just that my dad would get so angry with me for these things. He- he would always yell at me for things I had no control over. When I was a little kid. When I got older. When I was almost twenty even. One time, in my early teens, I struggled with self-destructive intrusive thoughts. The urge to harm myself was so fucking big. I didn't want to do it. I didn't! M-my sister found out and sat me down with my parents to tell them and then- then my dad just exploded. He was shouting at me, telling me I was crazy, telling me I was stupid, telling me I was sick. I was so shocked. I knew he would be angry with me, but I didn't expect him to explode like that. I just don't want people to be mad at me anymore for these things. I'm sorry. I know you're not him." After you had explained yourself, your heart was racing, anxiety digging its claws into you. "Oh, baby, no... No. He was so wrong for doing that. Aw, my sweet boy," Roman cooed, shifting so he could look at you and be face to face with you. He brushed the tears from your cheeks and kissed them both, shushing you all the while. "My mom tried to justify him by saying that he was just worried and didn't know how to react. I guess she was right. I know he loves me, but it hurt, Roman, it hurt so much. It still does," you continued after a couple of minutes in which you tried to gather yourself. "It doesn't excuse what he's done and you know it," Roman replied gently. You nodded. You knew that. But you felt so guilty for practically badmouthing your father. One of his hands travelled down the expanse of your chest and stomach, crawling under your soft cotton shirt and stroking over your happy trail. It wasn't meant to be seductive or anything likewise. It was reassuring. Soft. Gentle. Conveying things he had a hard time saying out loud. Roman kissed your cheeks again, then your forehead and then he finally pressed his lips against yours. With the kiss, he was thanking you. You knew he was. You knew he wouldn't say it. "Thank you," you said when you broke the kiss. He smiled at you, brushing your hair back with the hand that wasn't busy stroking over your abdomen. "I've got you, baby boy. I promise," he whispered to you, making your lips stretch into a soft, small smile. You nodded. Words weren't needed. He knew you were grateful. He knew you loved him. The two of you settled into more comfortable positions again, ready to go to sleep after the emotional turn the night had taken. "Fuck family," Roman murmured before you fell asleep. 

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[theodorecanaryhood]

Love headcanon

Similar to a previous one, wanted to do another!

Jason Todd x male reader

Jason was smitten the first time he met you

He wasn't out yet, so it was hard for him

Even harder cause you're the Commissioners Son

Barbara's little brother

Batgirl and Crow

You kept teaming up with Red Hood, which confused everyone at first

Barbara knew, but she never said anyhthing

Then one day, on a hard patrol where they nearly lost you

Batgirl was the first to run over to you, but Jason wasn't far behind

When you woke up, you asked to see Jason

Giving him a kiss

Jason smiled and kissed you back

Then on, the two of you were inseparable

Always patrolling together

Of course Barbara always watched out

Gordon wasn't thrilled by the idea, but he saw how Jason was with you

Eventually, everyone couldn't remember when the two of you weren't together

Love finds a way

To say forbidden love was an understatement

Your Dad, Roman Sionis, would have NOT approved at all

You didn't see eye to eye with the Sionis family, the mob or the criminals in general

You met Red Hood when he interrogated you to get to your Dad

When he saw how much you wanted out of the life, he offered you help

You took it of course

Roman never cut you off, you're his son, his heir, his only child

He loves you to death, but he hates your choice in men

Ironically, you always had a thing for dangerous men

Jason Todd, not too far off that title

Roman met him, when he wasn't Red Hood, he played like he had no idea who he was

One night unfortunately, Roman finds out your boyfriend is Red Hood

He instantly forbids the relationship

You, go against your Father, cause love

You also love your Dad

So you're stuck

When you witness some gruesome crimes and torture your Dad commits, you make a decision

Jason, he's the love you pick

Against your Fathers wishes, you go with Red Hood, and help to take him down

Of course, you hesitate

Eventually your Father promises to let you have what you want, so long as he is never approached by Red Hood again

You agree

Jason isn't happy about that, but understands

Roman is still your Father after all

Friday night dinner are tense though, with your boyfriend sitting across from your Dad

You always found Robin to be an arrogant SOB

The first one wasn't that bad, he was funny

But this one 🙄

After Jason fell, you saw how broken Bruce was

Then Red Hood came around

Jason revealed himself as Red Hood

Blah blah blah

You were teaming up with him again after he worked your trust back

Jason Todd and y/n Pennyworth / Red Hood and BlackBat

Alfred was happy his Nephew had his friend back

Bruce was happy to have his son, the boys were happy to have their brother

Then things really messed up

You realised why Jason got on your nerves so much

You like him...a lot

Then he started to realise he felt the same, but never said anything

Alfred started to get annoyed because he could see the two of you liked each other, but never said anything

It was a summers day, rare enough you were all home, it was sunny and hot

No patrol that night either for you and Jason

You and Jason were left alone in the pool

Things steamed up a bit, temperature wise

Next thing you knew, Jason was pressed up against you in the pool

Then you were teasing him

Then, you're kissing

You blacked out on when that happened

Alfred stood smiling when he saw you pull away

'Finally Master Todd' he said as he approached with towels and cold drinks fir you both

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☼ BIRDS OF PREY ☼

roman sionis

Roman’s Girl┆first chapter of multiple┆Roman Sionis gets what he wants. And when he sets his eyes on you, a girl ten or more years his junior, he’ll get you. Lucky for him, despite your shy and flustered nature, you want him just as much as he wants you.

married life┆short┆the two were always at it—now, the reader was in the middle of it. harley doesn’t care for roman, but she wouldn’t dare hurt you. hell, she would kidnap you—and that’s how you ended up here.

hormones and clubs┆one-shot┆the reader is pregnant and begs roman for a chance to go to his club before she goes into labor.  it doesn’t exactly go how she’d like it to go.  

☼ CRIMINAL MINDS ☼

emily prentiss

i love you┆short┆based on the quote “do you still love me?”

my everything┆requested┆by @millipop18​: Hi! I love what you write! Could I request a emily prentiss x reader where she comforts the reader who’s struggling with depression? Have a nice day, much love xxx

spencer reid

not alone, never alone┆requested┆ by @amy-de-l-abc​.  The request was quite long, but the jist of it was having a suicidal reader, but one who isn’t quite able to do anything.  She and Reid start out as friends but the ending will have them getting together.  Fluff on Reid’s part, as he comforts her when she is feeling down.  Reader also feels like she can’t depend on her therapist or her family, and unfortunately, not even a suicide hotline will help (in a very negative way, which is purely for this story’s purpose).  

empty hearts┆short┆in which the reader tries to get spencer to talk to them, but he’s just not listening. 

useless goodbye┆short┆the reader dies right in front of spencer. 

moon and back┆requested┆by @petrichor-ds.  “i loved you to the moon and back, you know.” for spencer when he’s comforting his SO who has been ~going through it~ w depression ??

jack-o’-lantern┆short┆where you carve pumpkins with spencer and he tells you how carving pumpkins became a thing.

derek morgan

something extra┆one-shot┆where you’ve been married to morgan and now you’re expecting your second child (with a little extra surprise).  the team decides to throw you a baby shower.

baby kicks┆requested┆by anon.  hiii, don’t know if ur taking requests rn. but if you are, i would love if you could do an imagine with derek morgan, where the reader is in her 7 or 8th month of pregnancy. and the team is out on the field and the baby kicks and everyone gets so excited, but especially morgan because that’s literally his baby? 

☼ GOTHAM ☼

victor zsasz

forever until the end┆first chapter of multiple┆the reader is falcone’s long lost daughter whose mother fled to washington after an argument got out of hand. she was raised in an abused home where if she even mentioned her unknown father, she would be hurt. a couple of months after turning twenty-one, she’s beaten to the point she packs her things in the middle of the night and leaves. she does everything she can to get to gotham, even going as far as stealing a car. in gotham, she, fortunately, meets her father, along with a man named victor zsasz who was given the assignment of keeping the reader safe while she gets used to the city. zsasz has never dreaded a job more, but he ends up surprising even himself when he begins to like the reader.

imagines:

you being done with victor’s shit.

☼ HAIKYUU!! ☼

sugawara koshi

grey┆one-shot┆you had always wondered why the stripe of color on your wrist was grey. moving to a new school in the miyagi prefecture, you find out exactly why.

rest of my life┆short┆what sugawara would say if you ever asked him if you could spend the rest of your life with him.

tsukishima kei

it’s you┆one-shot┆after watching Avengers: Endgame, you meet your soulmate for the first time.

ukai keishin

Unanticipated┆one-shot┆the reader is an English teacher at Karasuno, who lived in the United States for much of her life. Never did she think she would meet her soulmate; at the age of twenty-four, she had yet to find them. Yet, one day, after a day of teaching, her friend Takeda asked her if she would come to the boy’s volleyball club meeting. She did. To her surprise, she remembered how much she loved volleyball and actually found her soulmate in that very gym.

aone takanobu

jackets┆short┆where aone points out that you have something on your shirt and he gives you his jacket.  

preferences 

how you meet includes hinata, kuroo, oikawa, tsukishima, sugawara, and ukai

☼ HARRY POTTER ☼

draco malfoy

sick┆one-shot┆where draco comes to join you in the common room, coughing his head off. 

☼ HETALIA ☼

russia

birthday surprise┆one-shot┆no one seemed to like Ivan.  except for you and the children where you worked.  with his birthday going unnoticed by your coworkers, you decided to call Natalia up and make it possible for them to celebrate, only asking for friendship in return. 

2p! nyo! america

pissy proposal┆one-shot┆Emily’s worried that you’re going to leave her.  You make sure she knows that she’s the only one for you.  

2p! russia

scared┆short┆our dear reader is pregnant.  and she’s really nervous about telling viktor.

america

cute neighbor┆short┆alfred ran out in just his underwear after the fire alarm went off.  you luckily had a blanket to spare.  

☼ LUCIFER ☼

lucifer morningstar

willpower┆one-shot┆lucifer really doesn’t understand your motives.  he tries to figure it out.  platonic lucifer x reader. 

necessary goodbye┆one-shot┆where the reader loves lucifer, but he’s in love with detective decker.

necessary realization┆requested┆pt. two of necessary goodbye, where the reader is engaged and she brings lucifer her wedding invitation.  after she leaves to return to her hotel room for that weekend, he comes after her. 

imagines:

lucifer preparing to show you his true face.

marcus pierce/cain

poisoned words┆one-shot┆where the reader is in love with pierce and they go undercover together.  reader is poisoned and she goes to the hospital.  after coming back, she tries to talk to pierce about how she feels.  he shoots her down.  i promise, there is a somewhat fluffy end to this.

uncanny resemblance┆requested┆you like the lieutenant.  you cannot figure him out.  it leads to a home invasion and your uncanny resemblance to a string of victims for anything to happen between the two of you.

amenadiel

lost and found┆one-shot┆the reader’s child, leo, gets lost and goes to the police department.  amenadiel and lucifer are there and leo goes straight to amenadiel.  

ella lopez

nerd basket┆requested┆being ella’s significant other is always filled with geeky questions and gifts.  for your anniversary, she has more questions than you anticipated for your early anniversary gift.  

☼ SUPERNATURAL ☼

crowley

fading┆one-shot┆The reader doesn’t know what to do with their self after Crowley dies, right in front of them.  There’s nothing that they can do except grieve.  

sam winchester

imagines

you hate when Sam says, “All Hallow’s Eve.”

☼ THE AVENGERS ☼

steve rogers

101┆first chapter of three┆steve finally meets his soulmate at the ripe age of 101.  his soulmate is 24 and good friends with peter parker. 

tony stark

shut up, stark.┆short┆tony stark is arguably the reader’s best friend, despite the constant jokes.  he would give anything to help the reader with their constant anxiety. 

stephen strange

birthday plans┆short┆It’s Stephen’s birthday.  Tony called and said he was having a cookout.  But you need to make sure Stephen and your little girl, Rosa, are ready for the event itself.

peter parker

liability┆one-shot┆somehow, the reader is in a predicament that only Spider-man can save them from.  But just a couple seconds of Peter not paying attention literally cost them their life.  

stalker┆short┆where the reader is being followed and peter comes to the rescue.  

imagines

peter loves halloween and among us, a little too much.

natasha romanov

cute┆short┆about natasha calling you cute.

loki laufeyson

a little crush┆short┆in where loki is suuuper vulnerable.  fluffy. 

imagines

loki doesn’t like midgard holidays. 

bucky barnes

cynophobia┆short┆where you’re afraid of dogs and it takes bucky to save you from one trapped in your apartment.  

☼ THE LORD OF THE RINGS ☼

samwise gamgee

conceal, don’t feel┆short┆in which samwise doesn’t return your feelings.

☼ THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY ☼

diego hargreeves

replaceable┆one-shot┆in which diego loves lila, you love diego, and you witness the death of your best friend, elliot.  

klaus hargreeves

back to the future┆short┆in which you are in love with klaus.  he returns the feelings, but unfortunately for you, he does not want you coming to 2019 with him and his siblings.  

allison hargreeves

imagines

cuddling with allison.

☼ THE VAMPIRE DIARIES ☼

series:

for the love of you┆the reader is summoned by bonnie, on accident, to the world of the mikaelsons.  as confused as she is, she comes to realize that not only has she found her soulmate, she’s found four soulmates.  PART ONE PART TWO┆more coming soon

elijah mikaelson

The Soulmate Principle┆one-shot┆Dear Prince Elijah should have just left you alone. But with the Soulmate Principle, he just couldn’t help himself. And it just so happened to cost you your life.

hugs and kisses┆requested┆Hello! Can I request an Elijah x reader one shot; just fluff with lots of kisses and cuddles? Btw, love your blog ^^ — Anon

could you be?┆one-shot┆It’s been on Elijah’s mind for some time.  Would you feel the same way?  Would you want him for the rest of your life? ��

ocean’s beauty┆one-shot┆Klaus, of course, the traveller he is, decides to take everyone along with him.  You’re a human and you’re married to Elijah.  Oh, and your ship’s hit an iceberg in the middle of the Atlantic—and it’s sinking quickly. 

kiss of life┆one-shot┆polyamorous reader in a relationship with elijah, klaus, and kol has died.  however, she comes back in a revenge plot by a witch who lost her wife due to klaus.  

injury┆short┆where you are injured and elijah takes care of you.  

glitter┆short┆based off of the song glitter, by patrick droney.  the reader is dead, but not entirely gone.  elijah doesn’t know this.

choose me┆one-shot┆elijah has been a bad boyfriend, in the sense that he’s always gone and never takes into consideration how that makes you feel.   

surprise parties┆requested┆Hii! If the bingo requests are still open can you do a one shot of elijah x reader with the birthday prompt it can be like rebekah throwing a birthday party for the reader or just like elijah fluff, up to you <33 — anon

she will be loved┆requested┆Hi! Can I please request an (platonic) Elijah x 3-4 year old fem!child oneshot where when Elijah went to Mystic Falls (when he needed Elena) and when he’s walking, he hears crying and finds her alone on the streets. I’m sure his heart would absolutely break at the sight and he would do anything he can to help calm her down. He obviously wouldn’t leave her on the streets, deciding right then and there that he wants to adopt her, so he brings her home with him. Omggg he would be such a soft (and veryyy protective) dad and all of the Mikaelsons (once they were undaggered) would love her so much 🤧  (Also Elijah would absolutely lose it if the Mystic Falls gang ever brought Y/n into any of the drama) — @kpopgirlbtssvt

a welcome arrangement┆requested┆Hi! If requests are open, could I request an Elijah x Reader where the reader is a vampire and long time friend to the Mikaelson's, and Rebekah and the others try to set her up with Elijah because they know they both like each other? I love your writing!! 💕 — anon

imagines

you adopt a child with Elijah.

klaus mikaelson 

you’re safe now┆one-shot┆the reader leaves the mystic grill with the intent of going home. instead, something distracts her and she’s attacked. her soulmate is the one who saves her life. crazily enough, it’s the same guy who she was staring at just moments earlier.

pretend boyfriend┆short┆ reader is being watched by some creepy guy at the mystic grill. she asks dear klaus to pretend to be her boyfriend.

which disney princess are you?┆short┆Klaus walks in on you taking a Which Disney Princess Are You? quiz on Buzzfeed.  Color him intrigued.  

heather┆short┆in where the reader is in love with klaus, but he loves heather.

endearment┆short┆klaus is in love with you.  but he doesn’t know if you return the feelings. 

kiss of life┆one-shot┆polyamorous reader in a relationship with klaus, elijah, and kol has died.  however, she comes back in a revenge plot by a witch who lost her wife due to klaus.  

forgotten lifetimes┆one-shot┆reader has dementia and has forgotten her children on multiple occasions.  now, she’s forgetting klaus.  

writer’s block┆short┆where the reader is suffering from writer’s block and klaus comforts the reader so they don’t get upset because of it.

silent treatment┆requested┆hi, can you please write an imagine with klaus mikaelson? his gf calls him by one of her close friend’s name (that he don’t like bc he’s possessive like that) and he gives her the silent treatment — anon

one night stands, and then some┆requested┆hi! i just wanted to say that i love your blog! i have a request, for a klaus mikaelson drabble/imagine. where the reade had a one night stand with him (instead of hayley) and now she’s pregnant. whatever else you want to do with that! thank you! ❤️  — @mikaelson-emma

a bolt from the blue┆one-shot┆the reader has recently moved from colorado and finds one of her first cases on the job to be a dead doctor, invited to a ball held by the mikaelsons.  she goes, expecting to find the killer, but instead, she finds that two of the mikaelsons have fallen for her—klaus and rebekah.  

kol mikaelson

take a hint┆requested┆can you do a kol mikaelson one where Caroline is distracting Klaus and she brought the reader with her so she could distract kol? maybe it can be based on the song take a hint from victorious? i’ve listened to it and thought it would be funny and cute! thank you! — @mikaelson-emma

family game night┆one-shot┆where you play Monopoly with the Mikaelson’s and the youngest finds out he’s developed a little crush.

kiss of life┆one-shot┆polyamorous reader in a relationship with kol, klaus, and elijah has died.  however, she comes back in a revenge plot by a witch who lost her wife due to klaus.  

tell me a lie┆short┆loosely based off the quote, “my favorite lie was, ‘i love you.’”  definitely not happy.  reader was cheated on. 

forsaken hearts┆short┆kol doesn’t love you.  what’s his reason?

talks of mortality┆one-shot┆about you trying to talk kol into taking the cure, but he doesn’t want to listen to what you have to say.  

truth or dare┆one-shot┆after a game of truth or dare, you reveal to your friends and siblings that you’re dating kol mikaelson.  

times of change┆short┆an argument between kol and the reader.

imagines

kol pisses you off

rebekah mikaelson

pesky┆short┆using the sentence prompt, “can someone kill him again?”

a bolt from the blue┆one-shot┆the reader has recently moved from colorado and finds one of her first cases on the job to be a dead doctor, invited to a ball held by the mikaelsons.  she goes, expecting to find the killer, but instead, she finds that two of the mikaelsons have fallen for her—rebekah and klaus.  

imagines

rebekah reveals how she truly feels.

damon salvatore

Closure┆one-shot┆a year has passed since Damon and the reader broke up. Damon was with Angie, the reader was a depressed shell of herself. A drunken three AM phone call is exactly what it takes for the reader to get some closure.

by your side┆requested┆Can I get a fluff fic of either Elijah Mikaelson or Damon Salvatore where the reader is going through a rough time (depressive episode) and they comfort reader through it? 😔  — anon

stefan salvatore

only time will tell┆requested┆a stefan soulmate au — @123cvcz 

lovelorn hearts┆requested┆heyyy, can i request a angst fic where reader is damon’s best friend and stefan has a huge crush on her, she overhears damon teasing him about it which leads to his confession, but she’s unsure if she feels the same way and he gets his heart broken all over again? (after elena) thanks, your writing is lovely. — @xoxosinister

miscellaneous 

imagines:

hope hearing stories about you.

☼ X-MEN ☼

charles xavier

happiest year┆one-shot┆although the reader loves charles—although she makes sure he knows that she would do anything for him, he throws it all away. the reader leaves and moves on with her life.

erik lehnsherr

embarrassing moments┆requested┆BROOOOOOO i didn’t know you wrote for the x men … could i please request smth w erik?? smth with mutual pining ~~~ maybe reader is an awkward mutant who’s insecure and can’t talk to erik ……. bro the erik thirst has been REAL recently — @petrichor-ds

sparks fly┆requested┆reader is a cheerful mutant w some sort of electricity ability, and she’s bright until erik comes around.  then she’s removed, quiet, and reserved.  charles has had enough and pairs them up to do training demos tgt (electricity overlaps w magnetism a bit) and then ~romantic tension~ and then reader finally confesses to him after he’s like “why r u so nervous????” — @petrichor-ds

☼ THE 100 ☼

bellamy blake

imagines:

you’re left behind at mount weather, instead of gina.  

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