#dark! reader

[jnw1813]

I was reading a vampire thing and do you know how bitter and petty I'd be?

Cw: vampire turning as an allegory for rape (but no actual SA, just symbolism), and reader being horrible.

John Price could recall making many mistakes over his lifetime. The biggest was turning you.

He'd been in love with you, see, had planned to tell you, court you properly. But then he'd come across you whilst hunger itched at his fangs, while his eyes burned red and his senses were hyper, on edge. He could hear the blood rushing through your veins like thunderous waves in his ears.

He couldn't control himself. One moment he was staring at you, the next—

Blood. So much blood. Your throat had been wounded, deep, gaping holes leaking sluggishly; clothes ripped and torn, hair a mess, eyes glassy as they stared up at the dark sky, unseeing.

(You could still remember it. Back then the worst thing you thought could happen to a woman was rape, but this was so much worse.

He'd taken from you all the same, stripped you of your mortality and humanity, pricked you with sharp teeth and took, took, took; draining you dry.

In a way, he had, hadn't he? Reaped you of what made you you, stolen your freedom before disappearing into the night.)

John had turned you. He hadn't even been thinking when he did, regret guiding his motions.

He wishes he'd been of a clearer mind. Maybe then you'd be able to rest.

You were bitter. Bitter and horrid and vengeful, because what else was left to you? Taken and ruined and turned into something unnatural.

Food was ashes in your mouth, sunlight far away, unable to truly warm you, forced to be a murderer lest you starve and go mad.

What kind of life was this?

The worst part was that you couldn't even die.

Every vampire had an ability unique to them. Yours was that you were immune to everything. Garlic didn't make your throat swell up and burst into hives, sunlight shined on you normally, a stake through the heart bounced off your skin– hell, even other vampires couldn't kill you. You'd know. You'd begged them to.

You were the true immortal amongst immortals. Never able to die, never able to be killed.

You hated it. And in that hate, everything about you twisted and turned, bitterness all that remained.

When John returned to bring you to his coven, to teach you their ways, you'd fought them off and ran, refusing to be with any other leeches if you could help it.

It wasn't until the London Massacre of 1222 that John truly regretted turning you. He should've known when he'd seen that look of pure, seething hatred in your eyes that you wouldn't go quietly, wouldn't fade into the background like a woman scorned would.

No. That would be asking too much.

In late 1222, you forcefully turned over a hundred men into vampires and unleashed them onto the city. They hadn't been random, but criminals, freed from their cells and enjoying their newfound power and freedom.

John's coven had been the ones to end them, to clean up the mess. God, he could still remember all the bodies. The women, the children– how could you do this? The village girl he'd once been besotted with would've never done this!

But that girl died the night he drained her. All that was left was you.

They never found you. You weren't at the Massacre, and whenever you replicated this attack over the centuries, you weren't around then either. Always far, far away, evading capture.

The worst part is that even if they captured you, what could they do? You couldn't be killed. They knew that much.

As the centuries passed, you tried to fill the years.

You learned every language, current and dead; you learned every cuisine and recipe despite being unable to taste them; you read every book there was, an ever increasing number thank God; learned every subject there was...

The hobbies and skills piled up and up, unending, anything you could learn you did, anything to pass the time. The infinite, immeasurable time.

After all, you had eternity, you had to fill it up somehow.

During that time, your ire never died. It lived within you, a twisting, curdling creature. Any whisper of John's name would make it spit and hiss, and you'd find yourself back in that moment, teeth in your throat and failing to save yourself.

Oh, how you hated that man.

It was while you were sitting in the sun, enjoying it as much as you could, that one of your vampires came to you.

Vladimir had been born during the height of the Imperial Period in Russia, and ever since you turned him, had been a good comrade to you.

"They say he has a family." He tells you. "A daughter."

Your eyes snap open, rage beginning to stir.

A daughter? How? Vampires couldn't have children. You'd know, you'd spent centuries...

Unconsciously cupping your belly, you looked at him.

"How?"

"Half-human. A one in a hundred chance." He shrugs. "We're all still trying to figure it out ourselves."

"... huh." You said simply, head cocking as your mind began to race with all the different ways you could destroy John Price's newfound happiness.

John slammed open the door only to freeze at the sight before him.

The window was open, curtain swaying in the breeze. The rocking chair creaked, his daughter gurgling as you held her.

He whispered your name, pleading, urgent, but you just shushed him.

"Come now, Price. Surely you don't think I'd kill a child?" You ask coyly.

He eyed your nails digging into Leah's little throat, and felt only fear.

"Oh right, I would." Your expression turned cold. "So, tell me, why shouldn't I do it?"

His breath stuttered, and he tried inching forward, only to freeze when your grip ever-so-slightly tightened.

"From the kindness of your heart–"

"Nonexistent."

He swallows. "Because she's innocent–"

"Innocents die all the time." You say simply, staring at him, never blinking, just looking at the man who'd ruined you. "And wasn't I innocent before you forced yourself on me?"

He tries again, saying anything he thinks will appeal to whatever remains of your conscience.

Finally, your patience snaps.

"Why did you turn me all those years ago?" You ask, the question having always been on your mind. After all, just how cruel could he be to force this life on you?

"... because I loved you."

You stop.

"No."

"I did." He nods. "I didn't mean to attack, I lost control, and– and I couldn't lose you, so I turned you."

You stared. Your pupils were pinpricks.

"... all this time... my personal hell... was because you 'loved' me?" You tilt your head, Leah whining as your grip increases. "If you truly loved me, you would've let me died!"

You stood abruptly, holding his baby by the neck.

"Catch." 

John screamed as he jumped to catch Leah as you flung her, the baby's shrill screams shattering his heart as he cradled her close, whispering assurances. When he looked up, you were gone.

[bigtreefest]

Kill For Me Masterlist

A Future Lloyd Hansen x Dark! Reader, Former Steve Rogers x Dark! Reader Series

Main Masterlist

Series Summary: You and Steve are nothing alike. Do opposites really attract, or do birds of a feather flock together?

1. Well Begun…

[bloody-cupcakes]

Martha Jones x yandere/dark! Timelord! reader

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, brief mentioned nonconsensual hypnotism/memory wiping, (basically) stalking, mentioned threats of violence

Martha may have been a bright, intelligent woman (one of the many things you admired her for) but she was also such an easy target for you. She was desperate for the Doctor's approval, and when he seemed to pass her over again and again she started to feel hopeless, as if no one would ever appreciate her.

Until you showed up. You, a fellow Timelord who managed to escape the time war, one of the very last of their kind. As soon as you saw her, you were smitten. It was practically love at first sight.

You could tell the Doctor was a bit jealous by how her attention shifted over to you upon your arrival, but you simply ignored him. After all, it wasn't your fault he refused to give Martha the attention she deserved. If anything, your actions of flirtation were long overdue.

She was drawn to you like a moth to a light, although perhaps a moth to a flame might've been a better analogy. You had some destructive tendencies, sure, and maybe you tended to get a bit overprotective when it came to potential love interests, but you'd never do anything to hurt her.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, of course. Like that time she freaked out when she woke up and saw you watching her sleep, and you had to erase the memory from her mind (a neat little trick you'd learned from the Master back at the Academy).

Other than that, though, you'd never hurt her. Everything you did was for her. You only wanted to protect her, after all. Which is why you suggested the idea of her ditching the Doctor and traveling with you, instead.

You thought she'd be ecstatic, but much to your disbelief she refused, content on staying with him. "He wasn't that bad to travel with",  she insisted when you pointed out all the danger he'd gotten her into.

Thinking that maybe she just needed some time to come around, you dropped the subject. If she couldn't see how much you cared through words, actions would have to do.

From that point on, you decided to follow close behind the two of them on their journeys, often popping up just in the nick of time to save the day. The Doctor was suspicious, of course, but Martha was just grateful that someone was actually getting her out of trouble for once rather than just into it.

Each time you saw her, you lightheartedly reminded her of your offer to join you, and each time she said no, until the day she finally caved and told you that one little word you'd been desperate and dying to hear: "yes".

You were ecstatic to finally have her by your side, and unlike the Doctor you would never, ever take that for granted. Martha was yours, and you were quite confident that she always would be.

Even if she later found out it was you who told some of the Doctor's enemies where they were just so you could be the one to save them, and even if you turned out to be much more dangerous than she could've ever anticipated, it wouldn't matter, because she was yours.

Besides, it's not like she could just leave. There was nowhere in time or space she could go that would be far enough away from you, nowhere she could run that you wouldn't find her. She was yours, forever, and you intended on keeping it that way, even if you did have to threaten the occasional broken bone to get her to stay in line.

[barryallenhotpants]

Rafe and yN

OBX AU in which Y/N and Rafe are serial killers. Y/N loves to lead the boys on and Rafe loves to finish them off for touching what’s his.

UNEDITED IDEA

“Okay…” he trailed off, hand framing his jaw as he paced the floor of the study.

“Okay, let’s try again.” He offered, shrugging, running his hand over his shaved head nervously.

My eyes watered as I stared off into the distance.

“Rafe… he’s dead. There’s nothing left for us here.” Rafe’s nostrils flared as he nodded vigorously.

“Yeah… okay. And whose fault is that? Why is he dead Y/N?” I glanced up quickly to find Rafe’s piercing gaze flitting across my face. My brow crinkled in frustration as I stood up from the floor.

“Certainly not mine! He touched me- he fucking touched my arm, and you went ballistic Rafe. Like always. You did this.” Before I had finished my sentence Rafe was already charging towards me, his hand whipping out to wrap around my throat.

He backed me up against the study’s bookshelf, not easing the pressure he was applying.

Our foreheads touched, “Remind me,” he asked. “Why do you always go for the dumb blondes?” I inhaled deeply as Rafe’s fingers began to slide across my cheekbone. With what little mobility I had, I tilted my head to the left to guide one of Rafe’s fingers into my mouth. He groaned and pressed further I to me.

“Because blonde’s just want to have fun,” I responded, fluttering my eyelashes up towards him. Rafe’s blue eyes darkened, the hand that had been latched around my neck found its home in my hair. Rafe’s free hand pinning my other arm behind my back.

Our lips crashed together like a storm. I felt as is Rafe was consuming my soul- and, as I pushed against him until he was laying on the pool table, I claimed his.

[esmeray-greenleaf]

His pretty little assassin (Aemond x darkish! Reader)

WARNINGS: darkish!reader, nothing too serious, mutilation but nothing graphic

Summary: Aemond has always been in love with you, ever since you came to Kings Landing as a child. You committed the worst crime ever for him. It’s more than worth it.

“You are infuriating,” Aemond said standing in front of you with crossed arms. “Ok? And?” You said with a ‘what am I supposed to do’ look on your face. Aemond was your cousin. Your aunt, Alicent Hightowers son. Ever since your mother was widowed you stayed with your aunt and her children. Aegon was annoying but not as much as his younger brother. Heleana wasn’t as bad but still you don’t have anything to say to her. Aemond would never leave you alone. It was so irritating. He would say all sorts of mean things but you never cared. You didn’t understand why he was rude yet he never left your side. Although, you had also grown a liking to him even though he annoyed you, the two of you still protected each other and got along somehow. Alicent adored you as if you were her own child and you basked in the attention. “Come with me right now!” Aemond demanded. You grounded yourself as he pulled at your arm aggressively. “No Aemond! I want to stay here and read!” you protested. “Your always reading! Can’t we do something else?” He shouted as you finally gave up. “Fine, where are we going?” you asked. “Your going to watch me train sweet cousin,” Aemond said dragging you along as you groaned in annoyance. “Fifth time this week,” you grumbled your yourself.

Those were the happy days, the days when Aegon and the bastard boys would keep away from bullying Aemond. When they did, it angered you above all else. “Aegon tell your nephews to shut up!” You shouted at them. Often children your age thought of you as a savage for your temper. Yes, you were a pretty girl but you hated when people said stupid things. The whole kingdom knew Rhaenyras children were bastards, why could they just shut up and see it for themselves. Rhaenyra did not like you at all. Did you bother to care? No. Just like everything else you couldn’t care less. When Aemond lost his eye you were absolutely fuming. Injustice made your skin crawl. Your mother held you back as the scene unfolded. You hated Rhaenyra with passion, she could’ve ruled, if she didn’t give birth to bastards. She could’ve started a new dynasty but no she did not. That was what you hated about her. Most of all she coddled her sons and taught them that they could do whatever they wanted without consequences. You were the one who gave Lucearys his consequences but no one ever knew it was you. The innocent little Hightower girl, never. That night you covered your head and wore a mask. You somehow sneaked into the princes chambers and muffled his screams as you carved out his eye. After that you gave him something strong so that he wouldn’t remember any of what transpired that night. Victory. Aemond instantly suspected it was you who avenged him. While Rhaenyra was absolutely furious demanding answers, Aemond fell madly in love with you as if he wasn’t already. His pretty little assassin. “It was you wasn’t it?” he said as you both stared out at the beautiful night sky. You stared at him with a cold expression. He cupped your face before you could look away. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Tis my duty, your grace,” you said bowing your head slightly, with a smile. He kissed you gently but passionately. “I would marry you right now if I could.”

A/N- Part 2? This is when they are children btw.

[pacifymebby]

omll i was wondering if u could write about the peaky boys w a makima!reader from chainsaw man, absolutely batshit crazy 💗

Yo okay so i had to check that i knew who this was because i havent watched chainsaw man however, i think i get it. Feel free to tell me if i do not in fact get it haha ❤️

Tommy

🌿 You seem sweet at first, non confrontational, almost mousy? You're always smiling and he only really knows who you are because you're always being mentioned by the mothers on watery lane, the local old men and women, because you're so helpful, always helping people

🌿But Tommy isn't so optimistic as to believe that a person could be so kind without wanting something in return

🌿 he’s not surprised to see your dark side, but he is surprised to see how completely ruthless you are... at first he thinks you’re just passionate about your cause... then he starts to realise its more than that

🌿 you’re heartless, completely murderous... anyone who stands in your way ends up dead and, to make it worse, you fear nothing. Not even Tommy Shelby

🌿 when he realises that all this time you’ve been using him to get to where you want to go, he wants to play the long game, to get revenge... but he isn’t so sure he’s got time to play the long game anymore

🌿 him going 0 to 100 with you, angry, threatening, hand on his gun only to be met with you going 100 - 100000000 on him, a whole new level of insane.

🌿 Tommy has that thing he tells people, that he’s already died once, that he’s already dead... that thats why he doesn’t fear anything or anyone, but you genuinely terrify him precisely because you’re the opposite of that

🌿you know you’re alive and you’re foaming at the mouth with that insane survival instinct, when it comes to kill or be killed you basically invented the term. 

🌿 You’d go from lovers to enemies, but painfully, he’d still be in love with the idea of who you once were, who he thought you were, he’d be desperate to believe that he could see you that way again some day, that you’ll go back to being that sweet, seemingly innocent girl...

🌿 but you won’t and the pinnacle of your relationship would be the two of you struggling, guns raised to one another’s head, either you’re going to end up killing each other or fucking each other.

Alfie

🐻 Alfie already has one unhinged-stop at nothing-bloody minded friend, and fuck does he need another

🐻 Like a hole in the head does he need another..

🐻 When he first meets you he senses something off but he can’t quite work it out... the reason for that is that you are too much like him, too much like Tommy, and yet you don’t behave that way at all

🐻 You behave like a good, kind, down to earth, ordinary girl. You behave like a girl who shouldn't be wandering around Camden Town on your own. Which is why he offers his help to you.. why he takes you under his wing. 

🐻 Of course, you’d come to Camden Town with the sole purpose of attracting his attention, knowing that the feared old man was known to be a little soft when it came to young women.. a charitable man

🐻 So you’d planned that he would take you in, take you under his wing, help you along in life... thats why you’d gone to Camden, why you’d wandered around on your own, helpless and doe eyed... you’d been hoping to manipulate your way into gaining Alfies trust

🐻 And you succeed, once you’re in you get close to him, you keep up the innocent act, when he talks about bread you make sure he believes that you really think he’s talking about a loaf of bread... you have him take pity on your softness, completely endear him to you

🐻 You probably get into a position where you can play him and Tommy off against one another to destroy them both and take everything they have

🐻 When Alfie finally realises it’s because you lose your temper. You’d asked him for something he couldn’t give you, asked him to do something that wasn’t just “unreasonable but fucking insane sweetheart, thats what that is...” 

🐻 Alfie comes in one morning, into his office, switches the lamp on and you’re sitting there in his chair with your fingers wrapped around his gun. You tell him to sit down and this time it’s you thats offering the deal or death...

🐻 He doesn’t know how to respond at first, he can tell by the look in your eyes you’re not the girl he thought you were, that something has snapped in your head. He’s sad! He’s losing a friend, bad blood all over again...but he knows he has to be smart to get out of this one. 

🐻 It’ll end up a triangle, you trying to play Alfie and Tommy off against eachother, each of them trying to play you off against the other. Unless Alfie and Tommy work together then they’ve already lost to you...

Arthur

🍂  Poor Arthur would be completely taken in by you, he’d fall in love with you so fast, he’d think you were so good for him

🍂 and maybe you would be... at first. You’d help him with his sickness, with his ptsd, you’d provide him with the support he needed to begin to face his demons and get better

🍂 you’d help him get sober and the Shelby family would be torn. Ada and the younger siblings would probably think you were doing a good thing, that you were a good woman, but Polly would be suspicious and Tommy again, would be asking what you wanted in return. 

🍂 he’d even try to trick you, offering you large sums of money to abandon his brother in the dead of night... but you wouldn’t fall for it. You’d be so much smarter than he was accounting for. 

🍂 And then one day when the time was right, you’d snap, you’d flick the switch in your brain and rip everything Arthur had worked on, everything he’d managed to take back from himself... you’d rip it away from him....

🍂 and you’d do it for your own selfish but stubborn reasons... you want him to be your own personal fighting dog... you want to break him completely.. if he snaps and relapses he’ll be out of control and so, so, so much worse than he ever was before, 

🍂 thats what happens when you show someone the door, give them a light, give them hope and then tear it from them... when the wounds almost healed it hurts more to rip it open, it scars deeper

🍂 he’d be so broken that you’d have complete power over him and you would be able to use him to terrorise Tommy and take over the family.. 

🍂 the fights between the two of you when he begins to realise what you’ve done to him... the violence, the threats... and of course that deadly combination of love and hatred again

🍂 Because Arthur loves you with the whole of his soul... and now he’s realising that you never loved him at all... he’s wounded and confused but mostly he’s angry

🍂 and maybe you’ve underestimated the monster in him... I can see this ending one of two ways... him strangling you to death in a bitter, coked up rage, then being devastated by what he’s done... Tommy having to reassure him, bring him down, stop him from harming himself. Or you manipulating Arthur into nearly killing Tommy... it would be dark, Tommy having to kill you not knowing whether or not if he does, Arthur won’t kill him. 

John

🌼 I think John would be less taken in by you than Arthur, but I do think he’d fall for your sweet, kind girl charms. 

🌼 The reason he’d be less taken in would be because he knows how good girls react to the work he does, to the things that happen in his family... and you don’t react like you should at all

🌼 He knows something is off when Tommy comes into the office blood streaming from his chest, you don’t even pale. You smile and offer to help him get cleaned up. You don’t ask any questions

🌼 So John is suspicious, but he wants to see the good in you, so he sticks by you, makes little excuses in his head for why you are the way you are. He manages well, deciding that perhaps you’ve seen lots of blood before, you have brothers who fight maybe... 

🌼 Of course you’re not bothered by the sight of blood because it’s usually you drawing it from other people. You’ve stabbed people, strangled people... you’re murderous, lethal and merciless... and the only reason you’re with John is because you have one goal...

🌼 To take everything his family can give you, then get rid of them and, any evidence they ever existed. You’re going to drain them like a parasite. 

🌼 You probably fuck your way through the whole family... you’re not even careful... you kind of let John know that you’re fucking his brother Tommy.. there's nothing he can do about it, and it does enough to hurt him that you can control him

🌼 Its when you’re fucking them that you put ideas in their head. You convince Ada to leave Birmingham again, convince Polly that she misses the nomadic lifestyle, the travelling from place to place... You slowly isolate the men from any women in the family who might still see sense... and then you pit the men against each other...

🌼 I can imagine Tommy threatening to kill you, he has you up against the wall with a gun pushed to your throat, choking you with it. You have a gun digging into his stomach, both of you thinking you could fire at any second, Arthur practically foaming at the mouth screaming for Tommy to just fucking do it, and John, coming up behind Tommy, telling him no, “you fucking touch my wife and I’ll see that you die fucking slowly...” you thinking you are winning, that Tommy will put you down, that you will be able to play out your twisted little plan to its end

🌼 but the second Tommy lets you go John shoots you, he’s cold and heartless in the moment, starring into you with empty eyes as you try to beg and manipulate, but you’re so far gone crazy you can’t hide your contempt for him anymore. 

🌼 “Know you don’t love me now don’t I, know you never fucking did!” John bitter and spitting as he gets up in your face. 

🌼 You daring him to do it, trying to goad him into it, you even put your lips around the barrel of the gun, lick it and suck it trying to outdo him

🌼 But he does do it, he does kill you. I think he’d be so hurt by the way he’d poured his heart and soul into loving you, that it would be the love for you, the you that once was which made him kill you. 

Bonnie

🍀 Bonnie is a bright enough lad, but he wears his heart on his sleeve so he’s easy to read, easy to know, easy to manipulate. 

🍀 You wouldn’t struggle to tug on his heart strings, you’d be shy with him at first, pretend to be innocent, you'd pretend you were a blushing virginal young girl who’s no evil in her heart at all

🍀 And Bonnie would believe you because he always wants to believe the best in people, always so optimistic. 

🍀 Aberama won’t trust you entirely, he’ll be suspicious but not enough to stop you getting close to his son, and he’ll be pacified by the way you do make his son so happy. 

🍀 You’re Bonnies number one fan, you cheer for him at every fight, you visit him in the changing rooms before and after... and you place bets on him all the time. 

🍀 But you’re only doing this to get close to the Peaky Blinders... Bonnie says he’ll be the most successful boxer in the world one day and he tells you Tommy Shelby is the one who is going to make it happen... so what can Tommy do for you, you wonder?

🍀 Behind the scenes you start tying your strings, manipulating them, devising plans and slowly, slowly getting closer to the Shelby's. 

🍀 By playing exactly the same innocent game, you manage to get yourself into Tommy’s bed too, and once you’re fucking the most powerful man in the city, the city may as well be yours. 

🍀 You start using Tommy, having him kill your enemies one by one by lying about them, powerful men... you make things up, say they raped you, threatened you, tell him they hurt you... and one by one Tommy makes them disappear.

🍀 The tragedy here is that its Tommy giving the orders, more often than not Bonnie is the one carrying out the orders with his father... risking his life and his soul in the eyes of god, to kill your enemies, whilst you fuck around and humiliate him

🍀 You probably let him know in the most cruel way once you’re done with him... you’d let him walk in on your fucking Tommy in the changing rooms or something, right before a fight he’s supposed to be throwing for the peakys. 

🍀 And Bonnie would be angry and humiliated and upset, so he’d throw the fight the wrong way... he’d lose instead of win or win too soon, in the first round, it would be reckless and Tommy would threaten him... you’d watch them fighting and be so amused and entertained. 

🍀 Bonnie would be devastated but he wouldn’t be able to take revenge, he’d be heartbroken but, no matter how terribly you’d wronged him, no matter how much it hurt... he wouldn’t want to see harm come to you, wouldn’t be able to kill you. He’d end up chewed up and spat out... and the Shelby's would be threatening to forget him too if he didn’t just accept things the way they were and carry on the same as before, 

🍀 He’d try to warn Tommy but Tommy wouldn’t listen, would be too wrapped up in your web of lies... and when it all comes falling down, when you turn on Tommy too.. will Bonnie still be there to help Tommy? I’m not so sure. 

Isaiah

🐀 It wouldn’t take much to manipulate him, you’d only have to flirt with him, only have to respond to his charm with charm of your own. You could probably have him in your bed on the first night, addicted and coming back for more within a day...

🐀but Isaiah would be the first rung on your ladder to the top of the Shelby family and you wouldn’t be satisfied until you’d married Tommy and killed him off, taking over the business and family... 

🐀 But for now, Isaiah... you’d control him with sex and it would be so easy.... his friends would joke that he’s whipped... they'd have NO IDEA

🐀 you’d use him for your own entertainment too, getting him into trouble, having him start fights purely to satisfy your own bloodlust

🐀 he’s see that you were insane before the others but he wouldn’t do anything about it, partially out of pride, partially out of not wanting to lose you, but mostly because he’s attracted to your unhinged side... he thinks its hot that he’s never sure when you’re going to flip the switch and kill a man

🐀you don’t scare him but its because he’s naive, he doesn’t realise the extent of your madness, doesn’t understand that you’re using him... he just thinks you’re a little wild

🐀he’s always having to talk you down from killing men who piss you off at bars. he’s dragged you away from a  bleeding, broken man you’d launched yourself at because “he's in a bar but he ain’t fuckin drinking.. what kind of man...” 

🐀and you’ve caused trouble between him and Finn and Michael before... you can’t help yourself, you like to play them off against one another just to see what will happen... 

🐀its only when one night you pull your gun on Finn, that Isaiah realises there's a problem, that you're mental... the fact you’d pull a gun on one of your closest friends... and over something as trivial as saying he doesn’t think you’ll convince Tommy to let you do a job for him with the lads. 

🐀 its then, when he’s trying to talk you down, that he realises you really are cold, heartless, that you don’t care for anyone but yourself... not even him... when he asks you to put the gun down and you don’t even hear him

🐀he has to pull a gun on you himself... when you relent and smile this wide and sweet smile, you laugh and pass the whole thing off as a joke, but he knows deep down that it wasn’t a joke, you weren’t just messing around...

🐀from then on he’s terrified of you, he doesn’t know how to warn the rest of the family... they’ll think he’s being stupid, scared of a girl...

Michael

☘️he probably thinks he’s using you... you’re this Machiavellian power couple but you’re both using each other, manipulating one another...

☘️for awhile it would work... the two of you managing to fix things within the family, climbing higher as a couple, taking power slowly...

☘️but you’re only using Michael and he thinks he’s using you... so the closer you get to the top the deeper the betrayals of one another cut... you would happily serve Michael’s head on a silver plate to Tommy Shelby in exchange for a little more of the company...

☘️You also want revenge... Tommy has never taken you seriously, what with you being Michaels wife, you’re hardly an important member of the family and you’re married to a traitor...

☘️but you’re determined to prove Tommy wrong about that, you’re worth so much more than he thinks and you’re going to show him that underestimating you is a mistake...

☘️it’s you that lets Tommy know Michael is a traitor, you leave him enough clues that he thinks he’s working it out for himself... and of course, you cover your own tracks too, setting Michael up for your crimes as well as his, and letting other peaky boys take the fall for you too

☘️its a combination of brains, sexual charm and the occasional sudden snap of violence that people begin to fear you

☘️the house staff work it out first, they talk, they know you’re not so pretty and sweet, that you’re villainous...

☘️you let Michael take the fall, he gets killed and suddenly you’re a widow, but Tommy looks upon you kindly for the way you lead him to Michael, he begins to trust you, give you more power... when you begin to slowly try and poison Tommy, against the rest of his family and also literally try to poison him - slowly, adding an untraceable amount of arsenic to his tea everyday - its Frances who realises the evil in you

☘️ you get so close to power but Frances kills you, she uses Tommys shut gun to kill you because you’ve worked out that she knows about you... you try to kill her but she gets to you first, shoots you in the back when you’re adding the arsenic to a vacant Tommy’s tea. And thats that, maybe you can outsmart the gangsters, but you can’t manipulate or outsmart Frances, soz. 

[n1ghtlux]

After that ending of You S4 p2 I'm considering writing an x reader

reader completely fucks over Joe and either

reader kills Joe Goldberg

reader outsmarts Joe...

Voting ended onMar 18, 2023

..., gets him imprisoned and he has to forever sit with the knowledge that this person who he had never suspected of anything is ultimately... better than him.