Hey guys, first off I just want to say thank you for the support you guys have been showing me the last few weeks. I really appreciate every single one of you, truly. I still can’t believe my imagines got as much love as they did!
That being said, unfortunately, I think I’ll be leaving this blog for a long while. To be honest, it was only ever meant to be a side blog for imagines of any fandom. Currently, I’m not in the mood to write for anything that has my attention and... I’m just not as into Gotham as much as I was before (agh). And forcing myself to write for something I’m not passionate about is just??? Really hard and exhausting.
I’m really, really sorry guys. But! Maybe you’ll see me update again writing for other fandoms. Maybe not. At any rate, I’m not deleting this blog, so old imagines will still be up.
There are a lot of other gotham imagine blogs out there though! My favorites are aya-fay, multi-villain-imagines, oswald-cobblepot-is-my-addiction, and queencobblefreezestuff. Some of them are multifandom but all of them are amazing and incredibly sweet.
Summary: You and Oswald have been trying to get pregnant for a year without success. So, you`re playing a playful game of hide and seek to spice things up.
Requested by @house-of-penguin
A/N: Can be read as a one shot or as a sequel to Desolation of Hope
@multi-villain-imagines Someone walked into the room while I was reading this and I almost threw my phone at them because all that was going through my head was “hide this dirty sinning” and “go away I want to read this sinning” lol
"You're amazing," Victor continues, "But you could never — never — ruin New Years. Or anything for that matter.”
Warning: Implied mentions of parental abuse
(Tagging: @multi-villain-imagines @aya-fay)
Your hand shakes as you quickly end the call. You glower at your lock screen, a scowl on your face, as your grip tightens on your cellphone. Your fingers are red, but they're slowly turning whiter by the second from the pressure.
"Augh!" You shout, throwing your phone. You only do so because you're currently sitting on your bed, so the device just bounces lamely twice before clattering to the floor, undamaged.
With a sigh, you cover your eyes with your hands, biting your lip while you do so.
"Darling?" Victor calls out from downstairs.
He frowns to himself as he quickly makes his way toward you. He makes sure his footsteps are audible - instead of their usual silence due to his line of work — so he doesn't scare or surprise you while you're, he expects, upset.
His suspicions are confirmed when he opens the bedroom door to see you rubbing at your eyes, inhaling more rapidly than usual. You're trying to stop yourself from crying.
You don't make eye contact with him as he stands in the doorway. You won't. You can't, because you know if you do, you'll break down.
"V-victor." You say, giving your bed attempt at a steady voice.
He tilts his head patiently, waiting to see if you'll turn your gaze. After a few moments, realizing that you won't, he walks over to you slowly. He pauses only to pick up the phone that's fallen off of your bed and place it on your nightstand.
"Darling," He whispers, sitting down next to you.
He reaches out for you slowly, his fingers feather-light as they brush against your hand. He hesitates, giving you the opportunity to push him away, but when you don't, he grabs hold of your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Then, he extends his other hand and reaches around your back, pulling you into him.
Victor's embrace is so warm and so so comforting and, oh god, a part of you wonders how you were lucky enough to find him.
You lean into his touch, resting your forehead on his shoulder as your body starts to shake. Your breath gets more rapid and shallow. Then, tears start slowly trailing down your cheeks, dripping down onto your lap.
Victor doesn't even pry. He knows you'll talk to him if and when you can.
He proves right when, five minutes later, you lift your head slightly and wipe at your eyes with the heel of your palm.
"My dad c-called again," You say, your voice slightly hoarse. "Said he wanted me to come home. Said all I needed was family to be happy."
Here, you scoff before laughing wryly. Victor responds by rubbing soothing circles across your back.
"He still doesn't even realize that family is the reason I left home," You mutter blankly.
"Or maybe he doesn't want to acknowledge what a horrible parent he is," Victor adds, "Denial is an interesting thing."
"I've changed cellphones three times in the last few months and I blocked all the phones he's used before. How did he even get my number?" You hiss:
"We'll get you a new phone number and look into it," Victor says.
You make a noise of agreement at the back of your throat. Then, you pull away from his hug.
"Agh, I'm sorry. We were going to go out and have fun and I totally ruined New Years now." You say with a grimace.
"You give yourself too much credit," Victor teases, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger. As he expects, you pull away and giggle slightly, your mood lightened by the joke - if only a little.
"You're amazing," He continues, "But you could never — never — ruin New Years. Or anything for that matter.”
You smile softly. "Oh really?"
"Really. I'm not sure if you noticed, but I like you. As in," He leans in and looks around before whispering, "Like like you."
"Like like me?" You gasp mockingly. "That's the highest form of like there is!"
"Exactly," Victor grins. "So regardless of whether we go out or stay in, I'm still going to have a good time."
"As long as you get your New Years kiss, huh?" You say, raising an eyebrow.
"Shhh, don't let the cute person know. I want it to be a surprise."
You lean back in the bed, body shaking again. But this time it's not from crying, it's from laughter. Victor always knows how to cheer you up.
While laughing, though, your head turns to your night stand and your gaze lands on your phone. You pull a face.
"My New Years resolution is to never speak to him again."
Victor nods, "Sounds good."
You two sit in silence then. The only thing that moves or can be heard are the hands of the clock. The mood has grown serious again.
You don't like that.
You kick up the sheets of the bed, knocking Victor over. You tilt your head back and laugh as he catches himself before he hits the floor with a surprised yelp.
"Get out," You giggle, "Come out, get out. I've got to make myself look presentable before we go."
Victor, after taking in what you said, laughs too.
"Alright, alright, I'm going," He says with a smile, pushing himself off the floor and making his way toward the door.
"I like like you too!" You call after him.
He shuts the door with a roll of his eyes, smile still on his face.
Then, when he's in the hallway, he reaches into his pocket. It doesn't take long for his fingers to reach around a small, black, velvet box. He takes it out, snapping it open to look at the simple engagement ring he bought a few months ago.
He's a bold man, Victor, but he still hasn't worked up the courage to ask you for your hand in marriage. Something always comes up or its never the right time or he even gets nervous.
With a shake of his head, he closes the box softly and tosses it in the air. He then catches it and places it back in his pocket, patting it once.
Temptation (Victor Zsasz x Reader) - One Shot Smut
@fallinginside-theblack94 asked: Can I request a story about how Victor knows his object of desire and how does he try to approach her? And what will she think about him?
I kind of turned the prompt around a bit, hope you will like it regardless of that.
Say You Won't Let Go (Oswald Cobblepot x Reader) - Fluff/Smut One Shot
@oswald-cobblepot-is-my-addiction asked for something sweet with Oswald. I hope you’ll like it, sweetheart. Always remember, you’re worth every happiness and love in the world, my dear friend.
Summary: You and Oswald have feelings for each other, but never know how the other feels. One day, Oswald comforts you, and those feelings are revealed.
@multi-villain-imagines This was so amazing to read! I loved the second to last line, especially with the kisses on the eyelids. Affection like that is my weak point <3
Dear anon who asked for a comforting story with Zsasz. It isn`t much, but I hope this little drabble can help you in some way. I hope you feel better soon, lovely
Oh wow how did I miss this? A very bitter sweet ending @umbrellas-and-tallymarks! But reading your comforting Victor is like sitting in front of a warm fire on a cold night (:
Merry Christmas my dear “Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them” AND “Gotham” fandoms.
People, i wish you Merry Christmas.
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FBAWTFT Calendar could be found HERE & wallpapers could be found HERE
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You pause in the doorway of the sweet shop, the half-eaten candy cane in your mouth threatening to drop out as you openly gape. In front of you stands Victor Zsasz, a fellow assassin and your boyfriend, dressed in a warm leather jacket. He drops his gaze down from the ceiling to you, a smirk on his face. He then leans one arm against the doorway and puts another in his pocket.
"Uhm—" You take the candy cane out of your mouth and inhale, the cold air being made only colder by the cool peppermint on the roof of your mouth. "I'm not — you're not — is there a target here?"
"Depends on what you mean by target," He says, amused. You're used to seeing that look on him — Victor tends to joke around on the job. His eyes crinkle slightly and the corners of his lips curl upward. That look is a good look.
"I wasn't going to beat you to it," You blurt, "Not that I'm implying that I could beat you to it." Here, you wince. "Not that I'm saying that I couldn't beat you to it if I wanted to. I mean, there's a reason I'm hired, you know? And, hm, I..."
He tilts his head.
"You know what? I'm just going to," You sigh, gesturing vaguely with your bag of sweets. "Leave you to it. While you have fun with the murder, I have a bag of recently bought confections with my name on them."
You move to leave, but Victor grabs you by the arm suddenly. There's no malice behind the action, but you still move on instinct, years of training kicking in as you twist your arm out of his grip and move to strike with your elbow.
Victor blocks you and holds your elbow in place. He then points upwards, his eyes focusing on a nearby object.
You follow his line of sight slowly. Then, you see it.
Mistletoe.
Mistletoe, dangling from the top of the doorway. It is attached in place with a sleek, red ribbon, which contrasts sharply against the soft green leaves. There are also small hints of red and white — the berries of the plant peeking out slightly.
"Well, would you look at that?" Victor repeats, quieter this time.
And oh.
"Did you plan this?" You snort, rolling your eyes. "You totally planned this, didn't you?"
Victor fakes a pout. He then crosses his arms and shifts his weight from foot to foot for a few seconds. "Way to break the mood."
"I'm the worst and you love me for it," You nod with a laugh.
Victor sees the way you're peeking up at him from under your eyelashes and damn. He really does love you for it.
"I tolerate you," He says out loud instead. He holds back a laugh as you gasp dramatically and smack him in the arm.
"And I'm the one who ruined the mood?" You ask, biting off a piece of your candy cane.
"Um, let me refer to my notes," Victor holds out his palm and pretends to read from it, "Yes. All evidence points to that exactly. In fact—"
You cut him off, pulling on his jacket collar so that you're leaning against him. You then kiss him deeply, the cool and sweet taste of candy cane lingering on your tongue. Victor wraps his arms around your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck.
The kiss only ends when an 'a-hem!' is heard.
An elderly lady raises an eyebrow at you two, a little boy who is probably her grandson in tow. He covers his eyes and makes a few sounds of disgust.
Victor smiles sheepishly as he moves you both out of the doorway. When the two are finally out of sight, you giggle a bit and bury your face in his shoulder.
"So did I convince the jury that the evidence was fabricated?" You mumble, a smile on your face.
Victor taps his fingers against your back.
"The jury was convinced, but the judge may need a little more..."
He kisses you.
"Persuasion."
Cold Snow and Hot Showers (Victor Zsasz x Reader) - Smut/Fluff One Shot
@amandajuly81 asked: Zsasz and reader walking the park. Reader starts a playful snowball fight. Now all cold and wet and feeling a bit frisky, they head home for a nice hotel shower which of course leads to….;)
Warnings: Vulgar Language, Sexual Content, (nothing to explicit), Shower Sex.
I was tagged by @umbrellas-and-tallymarks to show my lock screen, home screen, and the latest song I listened to!
My lock and home screen are pretty generic, I know, but I used to have celebrities/fictional characters and it was awkward whenever someone saw and asked for an explanation (I get embarrassed easily pfft). I really like their color palettes, too, and I’m not blinded by the brightness of my home/lock screens whenever I stay up at night ha.
I like Regina Spektor’s singing and I absolutely adored Kubo and the Two Strings. The animation was sooo breathtaking, especially with the origami. Check out the movie if you can!
I tag... whoever wants to do it! (´･o･) (Please tag me if you do!)
“Damn, I need to work on my skillsets” psshh Victor please. I had to roll my eyes and laugh a bit at that one because he would totally say that. A funny and charming work @umbrellas-and-tallymarks!
