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Rosie’s Masterlist

Most of my works include dark and mature themes such as smut, non-consent, and violence, so consider this your warning!

MARVEL

🌹 Bucky Barnes 🌹

Set Myself on Fire

An unprecedented circumstance forces Bucky to realize he desires more than to just protect you.

🌹 Loki Laufeyson 🌹

Love & Hate

You’re a part of the Avengers, and you’ve finally captured the man you’ve been hunting down for weeks: the god of mischief himself.

🌹 Steve Rogers 🌹

hostage

Steve takes it upon himself to protect you after your family was taken in the blip, but he ends up going to extreme lengths to do so.

🌹 T’Challa 🌹

Best Friend’s Brother

You are Shuri’s best friend and have a crush on her older brother, the king of Wakanda, T’Challa.

Goodbye, Love

You leave a mission and return to Wakanda in order to attend T’Chaka’s funeral. You run into T’Challa, whom you broke up with shortly before going on your mission.

Imagine sitting on T’Challa’s lap when he sits on the throne

GOTHAM

🌹 Bruce Wayne 🌹

These Violent Delights have Violent Ends

Bruce Wayne is addicted to a lot of things to distract from his dark urges, but his addiction to you might only increase them. (Series)

Whatever He Wants

You’re an intern at Wayne Enterprises, and you mistakenly catch Bruce Wayne’s eye.

↳ Follow up drabble: What’s Yours is Mine

First Impressions

Request: Hi! My request is for non-con Bruce Wayne. Basically the reader is mean to him, like bullying him and he finds a way to take advantage of her or something thank you :) it’d be great if it was smut

🌹 Jeremiah Valeska 🌹

Mr. Valeska

You’re an architecture major studying from Jeremiah Valeska. He takes an interest in you, but it stems far beyond the typical teacher-student relationship.

🌹 Jerome Valeska 🌹

Oh No!

You unexpectedly catch the eye of a psychopath when you stand up for yourself.

🌹 The Valeska Twins 🌹

Special

You’re an aerial silk performer who is approached by the Valeska twins after a show to spend a night with them. Little do you know they have very peculiar preferences in the bedroom…

Sibling Rivalry

You get kidnapped by two strange-looking twins who are in the throes of a passionate competition.

Duality

Your life as Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend was pretty simple, actually. Well, as simple as things can get in Gotham. But it gets a lot more complicated when you meet Jeremiah Valeska, Jerome’s twin brother. (Series)

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

☂ Diego Hargreeves ☂

Fate

The Commission hires Diego to assassinate you, but he starts having second thoughts when he sees you for the first time.

Hungry Like the Wolf

Women who closely resemble you are being brutally stabbed, and a man has been watching you like a hawk. Could they somehow be related?

MISCELLANIOUS

Killer for Hire (Malcolm Bright - Prodigal Son)

A dead stockbroker leads Malcolm to a highly trained assassin known only as Siren. She’s unlike any other murderer he’s gone after before; she’s confusing, impossible to track down, and frustratingly irresistible. What starts out as an innocent attempt to investigate her quickly escalates into a dangerous infatuation, and the closer he gets to her, the more he puts himself and those he loves in harm’s way. (Series)

Suburbia (Albert Wesker - Resident Evil)

You have the seemingly perfect life, with the perfect house and the perfect husband. But the illusion threatens to be unraveled when you start to have strange but familiar nightmares. (Series)

In the Dark (Crowley - Good Omens)

You are a Satanic nun in the Chattering Order of St Beryl and are tasked to help switch the Dowlings’ baby with the antichrist. However, you’re not as keen to go along with it as the rest of the order.

bury a friend (The Beast - Split)

The beast takes a liking to you.

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Tenebrae (Lucifers daughter)

Chapter 7: I wonder will you dance with the devil forever?

Summary: Lucifer never loved anything, or at least that’s what people thought. It wasn’t Eve and long before Chloe- he had Tenebrae. His daughter. Warnings: Fluff Word count: 1689 (Baby daughter)

CHAPTER 6

"Ok, let's try this again. Pay attention." Lucifer muttered an order, watching the blonde as her attention was brought back to him. "Now remember it's left, right, left, right, like this." He explained, her bright blue eyes following his movements as he stepped through them. His arms were up as if he were holding an invisible partner.

His feet moved from one to the other so flawlessly. In this moment he seemed so at peace and weightless, as if he hadn't just jumped from Heaven and winded up being the king of Hell. Lucifer supposed it was better he be a King in Hell than meaningless in Heaven.

"This is going to be very popular on Earth, I promise you." He continued, sureness lacing his tone, a smirk gracing his lips as he stopped his little dance. "Now were you paying attention?" He quizzed with a raised brow.

Those bright blue eyes sparkled with delight gazing up at him. A full blown smile stretching her mouth, a giggle echoing out of her lips.

"You weren't listening to a thing I said, were you?" Lucifer questioned her, stepping closer to where she sat.

She couldn't hold back her laughter at the sight of his disappointed expression and his eyes simply rolled back. She was beautiful when she laughed. The way her head fell backwards and eyes shone with pure delight was simply magical to witness. How lucky he was to have such a light in his life of darkness, like her.

"Didn't hear a thing." The woman spoke, her smile never fading at the unimpressed look on his face, "I'm sorry, darling."

"Fine. But just so you know, my love, you are robbing yourself of what will be a great trend with humanity." The devil huffed in annoyance, collapsing on the bed beside her in frustration.

The woman with hair of gold leant back on her elbow, her licks tickling the devils cheek as she leaned over him. "You know I couldn't possibly keep up with you, my love, even if I tried," she spoke, honey leaving her tone as her fingers danced on the line of his jaw, "and we both know I'd most likely end up falling on my face." She continued with a whisper.

His dark eyes met her bright ones, "If you fell you wouldn't trust me to catch you?" He quizzed the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes upon.

Her eyes shone with delight at his words, "I trust you."

"Well then..." The dark haired devil began as he began getting up, grabbing her hands in his as he did. His mouth curved in a small smile, "you have nothing to worry about then."

A giggle left her lips once more, her head falling back again as he pulled her closer to him.

"Now, this hand goes on my shoulder," Lucifer explained, watching as she held his shoulder, "and then this hand goes in mine," their hands interlocked with one another, "then my hand goes here." With that said, his arm hooked around her small waist, making her stumble closer into his chest, "caught you."

"I don't think that quite counts, darling." She chuckled, resting her head against his muscled shoulder.

His feet moved so swiftly and agile, the led her to exactly where she needed to go next. He hummed softly, "left, right, left, right..." he began, pulling away slightly to look into her eyes, "see, you're perfect."

"Only with you, darling." The woman smiled softly. She stared up at his, her eyes hazed in a dream like state. The devils eyes mirrored hers perfectly, perhaps even deeper that dug deep into his soul.

"You know I wonder..." He began trailing off, softly speaking in her ear in a husky tone.

She purred, "wonder what, my love?"

His eyes sparked with a burst of red, not out of anger or annoyance, rather at the feeling of his heart speeding up at her words.

The devil whispered, "I wonder... will you dance with the devil forever?"

"Pay attention." Lucifer spoke, watching the blonde as her attention was brought back to him. "Now remember it's left, right, left, right, like this." Familiar bright blue eyes followed his movements as he stepped through them. His arms were up as his feet danced one at a time across the large room until finally he stopped, looking down at his audience who was sat on the floor. "A princess needs to know how to dance, Tenebrae." Lucifer chastised his little girl who simply smiled up with an a gapped grin.

"Da!" The infant voiced her agreement.

Lucifer tolled his eyes light heartedly at her word, "that doesn't excuse you for that heinous first word of yours." He spoke pointedly, remembering her words to be his brothers name rather than her own fathers. He strutted over to the child, picking her up from under her arms and lifting her over his head. "Such betrayal, little princess."

The tiny blonde giggled with glee, "Da! Da!"

"Hmmm yes, now let's see if you were really paying attention," Lucifer whispered with a strange sense of excitement. Every day with her, it seemed, was a gift. Every new thing she learnt was a joy to watch.

The devil plopped her down, holding her hands to help her stand up, watching her as he let go. For a few moments she wobbled on chubby legs before standing straight; all by herself. Lucifer leaned back slightly, cocking his head and pouting in surprise. Both their eyes lit up in shock and surprise for a moment... before her knees gave out and she fell back, her near featherless wings coming out and flailing about.

Lucifer snickered, picking her up once more and holding her little hands between his thumb and pointer. Her chubby legs made stumbling steps closer to him until they were toe to toe. Lifting the tot up in the air, her useless wings spread as if ready for take off, and only when her feet were put down on top of his own did they revert back.

"Now you can follow the steps easily, little princess." He chided with a chuckle, moving his feet slowly in short distances, rotating in tiny circles with his baby girl. He smiled softly at her focused expression staring down at their feet, "you're certainly doing better than my last student."

For a moment the pair just danced in their own little circle, neither making a sound as they danced in the halls of the kingdom of Hell.

"I thought the rumours weren't true." A voice called from the far end of the hall. Lucifer s head snapped to the side, his grip tightening on tiny hands. Tenebrae continued to watch their feet although they now remained still and instead her main focus was consistently stomping on her fathers feet.

Lucifers devil face came to surface.

"My Lord! I'm sorry to intrude! I just couldn't help myself once I had heard the news..." The voice uttered with a tone of disbelief.

"What news would that be, Dromos?"

His eyes lit up in delight, catching sight of her small body as he continued to creep closer. "That you have given us an heir to Hell."

An heir? Is that all she was? No, she wasn't. His brow raised in question, "Is there something else you needed?"

"No, my Lord. I simply wished to see your offspring, the one who I shall serve every day she may reign," He started as if it were simple. Before long Dromos was mere metres away, his decrepit and disfigured face held the toddlers attention.

"Right, well, you can stop staring at her like that." Lucifer commanded.

"It was so wise of you to bear offspring for the future of Hell, that is why it came to be, no?" Dromos continued to interrogate his Lord, eyes not moving from the infant. Tenebrae looked uncomfortable to be close to the demon, it seemed Maze was the only demon the little one even partially liked. Lucifer's minion cocked his head in confusion at the dark Lord, "you are keeping her for Hell my Lord? Not for any personal reasons..."

Lucifers face contorted in confusion. What was Dromos trying to tell him? The devil chocked out a fake and unamused laugh, holding the infant somewhat tighter in his grasp, "why would that be a concern, Dromos?" His tone sounded like a threat itself.

Dromos thought through his words for a moment, but there was no 'light' way to phrase it. "Well, we wouldn't want history to repeat itself, my Lord."

Dark eyes went stone cold, "leave, Dromos." Was all he could utter, his red face twitching to come to the surface. His eyes blazing with the colour of blood. The puny demon left faster than you could tell him to 'go to Hell', the doors shutting loudly behind him.

"What was all that about? Why was the gimp leaving so fast?" Mazikeen asked, strolling into the room the moment her sibling left. She wandered closer, "Lucifer?"

All he felt in his body was rage, confusion and... doubt.

He looked up his bright eyed daughter, who mirrored her mother, from her eyes, to her nose and even to her toes. History repeat itself?

The Devil wasn't going to let that happen.

His gaze strayed from his daughter, feeling repulsed now, his arms dropping her in the female demons, not watching as his daughter squirmed and continued to reach for him. Her mewls turning into cries shortly.

"Lucifer?" Maze asked shocked, looking at the devils most prized possession, "Lucifer! Where are you going? Come back! Lucifer!"

The doors shut behind him as he kept walking. History was repeating itself, but he wouldn't let that happen, so the devil just kept walking, away from his princess, his little shadow.

Away from it.

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Mrs Black- Victor Zsasz

FULL MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 3: THE SPY

Summary: Before there was Zsasz, there was Victor. Before there was a murderer, there was a businessman. Before his insanity, he had her, but under unforeseen events they were separated and that’s where his madness began. Will he find her once more? Will she be able to save him before he falls into lunacy? In a world under the thumb of a mysterious woman, can they escape her? Or will Mrs Black have the last laugh?

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 1348

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CHAPTER 2

The dark clouds loomed over the city, it was about night time now and at this moment sirens began to scream.

"No I won't be gone long darling, just the next three days at most," The young woman spoke into the phone as she walked to the door of the limo waiting for her, a hefty man opening the door for her immediately, "Yes I know. I promise," She continued, the other voice was so quiet that the man who opened her door and was now in the driver's seat, couldn't hear a peep from the other side, "I have to go my love, but I'll call you later today I promise. Alright, have a good day then. Bye," She finally finished, hanging up the call soon after and placing the device in her lap.

"Everything alright ma'am?" The driver questioned she looked up at him from the phone with a beaming smile.

"Yes, thank you. I apologize for my rudeness, Stolz,"

"Not at all," He spoke lightly, fixing his rear view mirror, looking into her deep, dark eyes through the reflection, "where to, Mrs Mávros?"

She smiled at his use of Mrs rather than Miss and as if on cue her phone buzzed in her lap, she flipped it over, seeing it was from Lorien; He's meeting Aubrey James at Giovanni's on 3rd Street in an hour. Her eyes narrowed at the text, she knew that restaurant, she had been there many times and it used to be a hotspot for her when she was a child. "Giovanni's. On 3rd street," She spoke aloud.

"No problem, Mrs Mávros," Mr Stolz spoke before starting the car and driving off the runway and pulling out onto the main road. Her phone buzzed once more; He's currently staying at 14 Ethridge Road.

She typed back a pleased reply, her eyes flickering from the screen to look out the window at the dark city of Gotham. It really hadn't changed much, the building were the same, the amount of homeless people was the same and the overall aura that clouded this city would never change. But did she really want it to change? The city was easy to control from the shadows and the Madame had done it for years, she had industries throughout the world and billions at her fingertips but the control of this city from the darkness was most important.

The car pulled up out the front of Giovanni's restaurant, its dark exterior lit by the red neon sign above the entry. It hadn't changed either. Stolz parked the car and walked speedily to her door, quickly opening it and extending a hand inside the car towards her. She uttered a thank you as she stood from out of the car, waiting for him to shut the door before walking in.

The bell at the door chimed as Brandt Stolz pushed in the door from behind the young woman. The brown-haired lady sashayed over to the reception desk and lightly tapped the silver bell, causing a waiter to snap their head towards her.

He quickly scampered over to the desk after noticing the gorgeous features of the woman behind it. His hands shook as he approached, getting lost in her eyes as he breathed a staggering breath, "Hey- hi how can I help you this fine night?"

She smirked but stayed quiet, icy orbs glaring into his and as if he was a fly in a spider's web, he couldn't tear them away from her. Her buff driver sauntered up beside her causing the man to tear his eyes from the small thing beside him, "Reservation. Mávros," He grunted.

The waiter was visibly sweating through his white shirt as he looked between the two in confusion but one look from the massive man and never had a person moved so quickly, "Mávros. Of course, sir!"

The two were soon directed to a table in the corner out the back of the restaurant, as they strutted past. To anyone who saw the pair, they would believe Stolz to be a man of power or possible mobster and the woman beside him to be some floozy or perhaps a gold digger, bystanders would never guess who was really calling the shots.

As a gentleman and good employee would, he pulled out her chair and tucked it in as she sat down before seating himself. "What now, Miss?" He questioned.

"We wait. Do you like wine, Stolz?" She enquired, smirking at her acquaintance.

His face lit up which looked foreign against his features, Stolz' eyes shinning as he spoke casually to the usually uptight Mrs Mávros, "Are we on first name basis tonight, Miss?"

"Why not? So red or white Brandt?"

He chuckled slightly, "red goes best with Italian food... Scarlett" he almost blushed.

"Good choice." She agreed, soon he ordered the wine and then they ordered food and to the outside world they might even look like a couple on a date, they blended in completely to the atmosphere; exactly what they wanted.

The bell on the door chimed as the penguin hobbled in through the door, a grin present on his red, pointed face as he scanned the room. His beady eyes soon landing on the chubby, balding man sitting in the centre of the restaurant chowing down on a plate of pasta.

The Penguin limped over to the previous mayor, supporting himself with his decorative cane, the smile not once leaving his face. He sat down opposite Aubrey James. "A public place. Smart." He remarked, but Aubrey James didn't pay him any attention.

"Knowing your flare for the dramatic, I felt it necessary." He pronounced looking unbothered and unfazed by the criminal in front of him.

Oswald scoffed, a slight chuckle escaping his throat, "How flattering. But why exert myself needlessly?" He questioned the unenthusiastic man, "the public sees me as a man of action, of change. You... You are yesterday's sad joke." Aubrey James looked up at the Penguin in annoyance, finally giving him the attention the bird craved. "While Galavan humiliated this city, where were you? In a warehouse with a box on your head,"

"You're an unstable lunatic, Penguin, and people are going to see right through you. I've got the judges, the unions, the GCPD, and a whole team of legal experts behind me. What do you got?" He challenged.

"I have me."

Aubrey James laughed loudly in his face, "You're psychotic!" he hollered, causing Oswald to stand in outrage. Immediately three guns from wait staff were pointed at his head, the restaurant went quiet, the only sounds heard were that of whimpers and slight shrieks of fear. Oswald looked around peeved, "Not this time, Penguin. My head will not be put in a box again,"

A smile broke out on his face, his lips curling in satisfaction, "Oh, you. So smart. Always one step ahead," He pointed directly at the previous mayor before the sounds of many more guns echoed around the room at the click of Oswald's fingers, soon all were pointed at Aubrey James and his associates heads, "never three. Relax. I do not want you dead. Besides, what kind of fun would an election be if I were the only candidate, huh?" He quizzed in delight, pulling out a badge and sticking it on Aubrey's suit jacket. "You're right about one thing, though. I do need a little help, and I have just the right person in mind." He grinned as the man looked up at him in fear and confusion. Oswald Cobblepot grinned widely and maliciously, a laugh echoing from his throat at the upstage of Aubrey James. Little did he know of the two sets of eyes watching every move he made from the corner of the restaurant, dark lips curved upwards.

Enticing.

CHAPTER 4

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Mrs Black- Victor Zsasz

FULL MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 2: THE PENGUIN

Summary: Before there was Zsasz, there was Victor. Before there was a murderer, there was a businessman. Before his insanity, he had her, but under unforeseen events they were separated and that’s where his madness began. Will he find her once more? Will she be able to save him before he falls into lunacy? In a world under the thumb of a mysterious woman, can they escape her? Or will Mrs Black have the last laugh?

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 1351

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CHAPTER 1

"I'm not being negative. I'm just saying, it's a big step," Gilzean spoke, walking behind the infamous Penguin into a room filled with mayoral banners and red, white and blue balloons, "holy crap." He exclaimed, seeing all the people happily at work on calls and running around with decorations.

"Gotham is rife with crime, Butch. Who better than a criminal to clean it up?" Oswald questioned rhetorically, hobbling over to a desk of working volunteers ahead of Butch. The King of Gotham even smiling down at a blonde worker warmly.

"Okay. Look, you know I've faced the worst Gotham has to offer, but politicians, they scare me," He spoke, eyes wide and brows raised at the dark-haired lunatic.

"The people of Gotham are with me. They are scared, which means angry. And who have they got to turn to? Aubrey James?" He scoffed, slightly maddened by the thought of the previous mayor, "Please. That man is a hack. This is my opportunity to create a legacy. One that my father would be proud of," he continued, walking into a small sitting area where a portrait of his late father hung above the fireplace. Butch wandered into the room and stood beside him, staring up at the man he had never met.

"Mr. Cobblepot?"

"Oh!" He exclaimed in delight pointing behind him, causing the bigger, muscly man to turn to the woman behind him, "What do you think?"

The woman held up a 'vote for Oswald Cobblepot' sign tightly in her grasp with a smile. Butch sighed, he could feel himself getting madder and madder just being around the penguin, "You got my vote,"

The brown haired woman spun around and left with a bounce in her step, Oswald smiling as she did before the woman at the desk spoke loudly, "Mr. Cobblepot, I have Aubrey James. He'd like to meet you, alone." Instead of frowning he smiled wider, grinning at the buff associate, a soft laugh falling from his closed lips. The woman slapped the phone down before it started ringing once again.

"Well, that ought to be fun," Oswald chuckled, Butch nodding slightly along with him.

The woman's eyes went wide at whatever was being said from the other side of the phone, she stared ahead in shock for a moment before her eyes turned to the mayor in running. Her breathing rushed, "S-sir! M-mr Cobblepot!" She stuttered, the phone shaking in her hands, "Y-you have a- a call on line 1!" She continued.

"Who is it?" Butch questioned.

"It's Miss Black, sir!" The woman seemed almost fearful at the name, she transferred the call to the phone at the centre table of the sitting room, it began ringing immediately. Butch Gilzean looked shocked at the woman's answer, even gulping much to the Penguins confusion .

Oswald Cobblepot raised his brow at the woman and his henchman then snapping his head to the ringing phone, eager to find what mystery was hidden behind it. Hobbling over, Oswald picked up the phone, "hello?"

"Mr Cobblepot?" A gruff voice questioned on the other side, confusing the bird-like man greatly, this was clearly not the infamous Miss Black.

"Yes, but I'm guessing you are not the famed, Miss Black,"

"Indeed I'm not. Mrs Black has requested you meet her for dinner tomorrow night, after seeing your announcement for Mayor, and she is, shall we say... intrigued,"

"Hmmm I suppose. Might I ask what has her so intrigued?"

"She grew up in Gotham, sir," he stated as if it were the only explanation necessary, "Mrs Black has heard you have gotten rid of the monsters in her city. If you have, the Madame would like to personally congratulate you,"

"Her city?" He chuckled, "You should inform your 'Madame' this is not her city,"

An deep, amused laugh echoed through the phone annoying the short and pale man slightly, "you clearly haven't heard of the Madame, Mr Cobblepot,"

"Am I meant to?" He quizzed, annoyed that he had never heard of this woman but was apparently expected to but although it slightly peeved him, it also made him that much more interested.

"It'd be dangerous not to, I'll send through the details of tomorrow evening, goodbye for now Mr Cobblepot," The unnamed man finished, hanging up the phone immediately before Oswald could utter another word. He ripped the phone from his ear, glaring at it with beady eyes.

Butch's eyes were wide as he stared at Penguin, "well? What did she say?" He exclaimed, leaning in as if that would help him know quicker about the infamous Miss Black. Of course there were rumours of her name she was called by the underworld but just like Gotham no one had ever learnt the truth. After so many rumours of the woman thrown around she became less of a person and more like a myth and a legend, even going as far as claiming she didn't exist. That was their first mistake.

He snapped his head to Butch, eyes narrowing at the large man, "Who is this, Miss Black?"

"You've never heard of Miss Black?" He questioned, brows raised in shock. Fumbling over to the door, Butch closed it from any prying ears, "come on, you've seriously never heard of her? The Widow? Bloody Mary? The Empress? Ghost queen of Gotham?"

"Ghost queen of Gotham? You can't be serious," he chuckled, before a frown quickly fell into place, "I've been King of Gotham for how long? And you say there apparently a 'ghost queen', what does that even mean!"

"Ya know, like, she's been a ghost for years, no one knows her and yet she's kinda had control over the Gotham for years, just in her own way,"

"That doesn't explain how I don't know about this woman, Butch!" Penguin exclaimed, raising his arms up in the air in frustration.

"Miss Black's a myth! No one's heard anything new about her in years. Personally I thought she died... she's old as hell by now,"

"Well clearly she's not!" He yelled, moving around to sit at the arm chair in front of an unused chess board. Oswald's fingers tapped against the circular wooden table, his other hand reaching up and stroking his chin in thought. "Miss Black wants to have dinner with me tomorrow night, something about congratulating me on getting rid of the monsters in her city,"

Butch sat down opposite the Penguin, "careful boss, after what I've heard... I wouldn't want an enemy like Miss Black,"

"Never thought I'd see you so fearful, Butch," he began, finally a grin falling on his face, "someone like her would be a great ally, but if she turns out to be an enemy... Something will have to be done about the ghost queen of Gotham,"

"Careful boss. After what I've heard about Miss Black I wouldn't even say that out loud," Butch spoke gravely, his gaze looking distant as he stared at the licking flames at the fireplace, the buff man reminiscing of the times he had met the Madame's associates through Fish.

One of them specifically who he had met many times and had worked for the Madame since she was just a child. She was a kind young woman who had nothing but love and loyalty for the Madame and Butch although he would never admit it found joy in her presence. Unlike most people of the underworld she was decent, the thug always wondered why a lovely woman like her stayed in the business of criminals and never tried to leave, maybe she just enjoyed it, although that was questionable.

With a man like Oswald running town he hoped she wouldn't turn up, it wasn't a place for someone like her.

Penguin had gotten rid of the ones who had been experimented on, but the monsters were all here.

The Madame would not be pleased.

CHAPTER 3

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Mrs Black- Victor Zsasz

FULL MASTERLIST

CHAPTER 1: THE MADAME

Summary: Before there was Zsasz, there was Victor. Before there was a murderer, there was a businessman. Before his insanity, he had her, but under unforeseen events they were separated and that’s where his madness began. Will he find her once more? Will she be able to save him before he falls into lunacy? In a world under the thumb of a mysterious woman, can they escape her? Or will Mrs Black have the last laugh?

Warnings: Violence

Word Count: 1357

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"Edith!" A loud yell echoed through the castle-like house, drifting through every room, crevice and corner of the large house. Her sleek, black Louis Vuitton heels clicked against the rich mahogany floors. Pouting her lips, she began applying the bright red shaded lipstick over them, only stopping to call out to her beloved housemaid, "have you seen my Cartier diamonds?"

There was no response from the short, bubbly maid, "Edith?" She hollered again, rounding the corner from her en-suit to her master bedroom where she found the greying woman sat on the automann at the end of the plush bed, staring at the television. "Edith-"

"They're on your bed side table, Madame," She brushed off the young woman, ushering to the table behind her as if they were scraps rather than priceless diamonds. The brunette raised an eyebrow at the feisty maid but nonetheless sauntered over to the table and snatching up the sparkly objects and adjusting them to her ears.

"Eedie-"

"Madame hush!" The elder woman snapped at her mistress before raising a pale finger towards the screen, "look!" Instead of focusing on the abrupt snappiness of her beloved maid, the woman's dark brown eyes shifted to the tv screen in front of her, just as Edith turned up the volume more.

A balding, chubby middle-aged man stood in front of a podium talking straight into the camera, "-This city desperately needs experienced, seasoned leadership. And so, in their wisdom, they have persuaded me much against my will, to resume the office of mayor-"

"What city is this, Edith?" She questioned, finishing putting her earrings on and sitting down on the beds silk sheets.

"Gotham, Madame." Edith declared, knowing exactly how the city once and still affected the blue-eyed woman. And that it did, her blood ran cold at the very name, heart beating faster and goose bumps forming across her skin.

"Stop! This proceeding is a sham!" A voice rand from the crowd.

Immediately the previous mayor hollered for back up, "Security, remove this criminal!"

"Criminal? I was jailed illegally by a corrupt system! A corrupt system that was put into place by this man, who has the audacity to put himself back into the position that he brought so much shame and dishonour to," The camera panned to the proclaimed criminal and the two women gazed at the scrawny, pale, dark-haired man, he wore a dark suit and clung to a cane as he stood in front of the previous mayor.

"How dare you!"

"No, how dare you," He spoke, walking closer to the stage, hobbling slightly, "waltz up there and announce yourself mayor? The people demand to have a say into who will represent them, who will protect them!" The crowd cheered back at what the small man proclaimed, "It was I, I alone who drove out the monsters that plagued our city."

"Oh, please..." The older man huffed, his hand grasping at the podium.

The pale man spun around quickly and accusingly spoke, "Where were you then, while I faced peril at the hands of those abominations?"

"Sir, are you challenging James's appointment to office?" A reporter clads in red asked.

"I most certainly am," The crowd continued to jeer him on as he wobbled up on the stage, "to govern this city, one should be legally elected, which is why I, Oswald Cobblepot, announce my candidacy for the office of mayor." He claimed, finally allowing the two women to put a name to a face.

"And I demand, and the people demand, that an emergency election be held forthwith!" Oswald ordered, a smirk gracing his face as he smiled deviently at his competition. The crowd continued yelling and applauding, even going as far as chanting his name, Oswald Cobblepot smiled in delight. The television paused on his grinning red face, for some reason dark eyes could not tear themselves away from the pale man.

"Seems the longer you're away Madame, the madder that place gets," The maid spoke, placing the remote down and turning to stand in front of the girl she had watched grow into the beautiful woman she was today. Edith reached out, brushing away the tear that had cascaded from her brown eyes and landed on her cheek, "I know you miss it."

"I won't lie to you, Eddie," she smiled slightly, eyes drooping, "It's still home. I miss it,"

"But you were there not too long ago, Miss-"

"Four years ago is quite long," She claimed, remembering the single day she visited Gotham. A funeral wasn't the ideal time to visit the city she once called home, especially when the deaths were practically family. It wasn't as if there was anything interesting or particularly spectacular in the city in fact it was actually a kind of terrible place at times, but nevertheless it was still home. "The man said something about monsters, do you know anything about that?"

"No Madame, but from what I've recently seen from that city it seems everything there is somewhat monstrous," The old lady answered sharply, walking over to the gigantic casement windows surrounding the master bedroom and pulling the curtains over them.

"Even me?" She questioned, smiling lightly.

The old woman smiled warmly at the woman of the house, shuffling over and moving her hands up to her hair, brushing her slightly curled long brown locks from her face and behind her ears, "especially you, Madame," She giggled in return, "I wouldn't judge you if you wished to return,"

"Are you sure about that?"

"Home is home, I'm not one to judge what a person defines as home. My idea of home has been here for the past thirty years, not a place but with your family, Madame," The old woman looked deeply into her eyes, the two different shades contrasting each other. "Is it a visit we are about to pack for or permanent residency?"

The brunette stood from the bed, "just a visit, Edith. Maybe a weekend. I want to meet the man ridding monsters from where most are born," The young heiress smiled slightly, her conflict of feelings present on her face as she stared down the mayor in running, the man who claimed to defeat all the monsters and she wondered, 'could he defeat hers?'

"And what of the master, Madame?"

Of course, she thought of him, what kind of person would she be if she hadn't? He was everything to her, but this was something it seemed she would have to do alone, it wouldn't be safe and God if anything happened to him, life would not be worth living, "I'll go on my own, Edith."

"Very well, Madame," She spoke without question, knowing full well that Gotham was not the place for someone like him. She quickly hurried into the massive walk-in closet and reached for the "you should hurry. Mr Falcone doesn't like to be kept waiting."

"Indeed, he doesn't," The woman chuckled in reminiscence, "Call Calvin, tell him to arrange a dinner, I'll leave tomorrow afternoon." She ordered as her maid put the dark fur coat around her shoulders.

"Of course, Madame." Edith's voice echoed as the clicking of heels receded down the halls leaving the help in the gigantic, white room. The woman clad in white sauntered down the hall only stopping once she reached the tall white door left slightly ajar, a small glow of light trailing from the room. Tempted, she peaked inside, her eyes finding her greatest treasure, glittering gold and sparkling diamond. But she did not enter, only smiled at the features which she had known for so long on something completely separate from what it once was.

Mrs Black continued walking, passing so many staff and a thousand rooms and doors, wondering what she would find at the place she once called home. But was she ready to go back to Gotham?

Was Gotham ready for her?

CHAPTER 2

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Mrs Black

Masterlist

Summary: Before there was Zsasz, there was Victor. Before there was a murderer, there was a businessman. Before his insanity, he had her, but under unforeseen events they were separated and that's where his madness began. Will he find her once more? Will she be able to save him before he falls into lunacy? In a world under the thumb of a mysterious woman, can they escape her?

Or will Mrs Black have the last laugh?

Warnings: Violence

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CHAPTER 1: THE MADAME

CHAPTER 2: THE PENGUIN

CHAPTER 3: THE SPY

CHAPTER 4: THE LIAR

CHAPTER 5: THE GHOST

CHAPTER 6: THE DON

CHAPTER 7: THE ROBBER

CHAPTER 8: THE FRIEND

CHAPTER 9: THE RIDDLER

CHAPTER 10: THE WINNER

CHAPTER 11: THE SUPPORTER

CHAPTER 12: THE UNTRUTHFUL

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Masterlist

Updated 13/07/19

Lucifer

SERIES

LUCIFER

Tenebrae (Lucifer’s daughter)

IMAGINES

Marvel

SERIES

LOKI

Slave 

IMAGINES

MYSTERIO

Confused (might become a series)

Hannibal

SERIES

HANNIBAL

Beauty and the Beast

IMAGINES

Gotham

SERIES

VICTOR ZSASZ

Mrs Black

VALESKA

Abandoned (Jeremiah/Jerome) one shot

Abandoned (Valeska)

IMAGINES

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Abandoned (Valeska)

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Chapter 1

Summary: Interest became adoration, a crush became mutual, a relationship began and their love flourished, a relationship ended and an obsession began. They said love would drive you crazy; they weren’t wrong.

Warnings: Manipulation, violence

Word Count: 3281

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The sleek maroon range rover pulled up in a visitor parking spot outside of Arkham Asylum. It was the only car there, it seemed no one else was in the mood for visiting today, or any day realistically. She shut the car off and for a moment just stared at the haunted looking building but honestly in the back of her mind it was in a way haunted.

Her outfit seemed to contrast her mood. As she felt so grey and yet she shone bright in an array of bright colours.

She wore a scale sequin yellow, pink and red dress with lace trimmings and had buttons running down the middle. The dress ended just above her knee and she complimented the outfit with a pair of brown solid heels covered in other colourful assortments. Her hair was done up in a messy bun secured with a colourful bandana with a few strands hanging forward. The only jewellery she wore were a pair of golden hoops, her make up was done simply with a golden smear on her lid.

Reyna may have looked well put together but in all honestly, she was falling a part inside.

It was a good day for the people she loved, yet for some reason one of the most painful for her. Reyna often wondered if because of her outlook on today, did it affect the happiness and joy the day brought?

Checking her face in the mirror and feeling satisfied with her poker face, Reyna grabbed her purple snake skin bag and the square package, and jumped out of the car then heading towards the asylum.

The colourful woman didn't have to walk far before she reached the door which led her straight to reception. She pulled out her visitor card as she walked up to the brown haired bobbed woman with circular glasses behind the desk. The woman, Reyna knew as Pamela, didn't look up from the screen in front of her for a moment, her face was down and looked annoyed until she looked up and saw the young woman.

Pamela's pale skin seemed to gain colour at the sight of her and her face lit up with a smile. Reyna smiled down at her, "hey, Pammy."

"S.A! Oh, dear child!" She exclaimed, reaching over the desk and enveloping the colourful girl in her arms almost knocking the parcel out of her hands, "I thought I'd never see you again!" The greying woman squeezed her tighter.

"I'm quite overdue for a visit, aren't I?" Reyna laughed, hugging her back just as tight before they separated from the embrace.

Still holding each others hands, Pamela's smile never faded as she spoke, "Well, I'd rather you stay away from this mad house but selfishly I wish you'd visit more."

She smiled sadly, "I'm so sorry Pammy, things have been hectic at home and work, but we finished the house recently and I'd love for you to visit."

"That sounds lovely," Pamela beamed before finally letting go of the darker skinned woman and sitting down, looking through the visitors log, "now, who would you be here to see today? Or is it just a family visit?"

"Not a family visit today, unfortunately, but I'll come back and see them all soon," Reyna replied, "I'm here to see Jerome Valeska."

Her crystal blue eyes looked up at her in disbelief, her mouth opening like a goldfish and then shutting again before she finally spoke, "are you sure?"

Reyna's laughed awkwardly, "yes, I'm sure."

"Dear, I must warn you... he's not someone you ought to be near,"

"I can handle myself, Pammy," She continued, "I know him, don't worry I know what I'm doing."

Pamela looked up at her sceptically, "Very well, dear..." She trailed, reaching her hand out or Reyna's visitor pass and then scanning it before handing it back to her. Her eyes looked up from the rims of her circular glasses, "you be careful S.A,  this ones not exactly like the others."

"I will, thanks Pam," She spoke before walking over to security who took her handbag and kept it on the outside of where the patients were and then once checking her parcel let her through.

These minimal security precautions were exclusive for the brunette as over the years she had visited so much and gained trust from the company and especially from Hugo Strange himself. But truth be told out of everyone in the asylum, Reyna was the safest and not just because the staff trusted her, but the patients too.

Her heels made a sharp sound that echoed through the halls of the mental institution summoning the interest of patients behind the metal fence. Many faces turned to look at her, some with familiarity and others with interest because of some inmates reactions.

A guard smiled at the known woman, automatically opening the door for her to step through into the hoard of perceived crazies. Immediately three walked up to her, Nigel, Carl and Daedolous all of which stared at her with a smile and waved at her before Aaron Helzinger ran up and threw his arms around her, almost knocking her over and forcing her to place the square brown package on the table next to her. For any normal person this would be considered a death sentence to be in the arms of the gigantic man, as he had murdered his entire family with those hands but in her mind there was no need to worry about the friendly giant. Aaron just wished for love and above all acceptance, one of her specialties.

He pulled away, a grin still lit up his face bearing his teeth at her. Her hand reached up to his cheek, smiling up at his brightly, "Aaron, its so nice to see you! How are you?"

"Good.." he grunted, still seeming in a daze at the young woman and practically day dreaming in front of her or perhaps reminiscing the last time he saw her.

"That's lovely, are you getting along with everyone?" Reyna questioned.

He looked up at the roof in thought before nodding almost comically at her and muttering an ecstatic, "yup!"

Her smile never faltered, "Thats good Aaron. Now I have an appointment and I must be punctual but I promise we'll talk more before I leave, ok?"

His face seemed to drop and an upset and almost depressed expression overtook it, that was until Reyna reached up on her tip toes and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. His face lit up again and hand immediately held the cheek she touched in shock, "ok...." he murmured lightly, watching as she picked up the package, sauntering further into the sea of madness.

Reyna knew exactly where she was headed, at the back of the common room was the entrance to another small caged off area that held a single table and two chair, not the most private area but better than nothing she supposed.

At the last table before the gated room three particular inmates noticed her walking by. Barbara Kean sat up from leaning against Richard Sionis, her eyes narrowing in on the bright beauty, interest dancing in her bright blue orbs. Greenwood sat on the other side of the table watching her every mood with a deep hunger in his eyes, what type of hunger was the question regarding the cannibal.

Richard's bright blue eyes widened and he instantly jumped up off the seat making Barbara fall backwards slightly and bracing herself with her arms as to not fall on the ground.

His eyes were wide and somewhat terrifying as he approached the shorter woman, his arms wide as if expecting her to run into them. "Reyna!" he called.

Reyna repressed the urge to roll her eyes at the sight of him, over the past years she had visited the Asylum she noticed every change that would occur even if she didn't visit for months and so she obviously noticed the control the disgraced CEO held over Arkham. Meaning Reyna had to play nice or who knows what he would do.

"Mr Sionis," She spoke through gritted teeth.

His arms wrapped around her covered shoulders, taking her slightly off her heels to bring her closer, "how many times do I have to say it? Please, call me Richard." She swore she heard him smell her as she struggled to pull away from him.

"Of course, my bad," Her jaw clenched yet still she kept up the facade with bright eyes, "Richard."

"That's better. I haven't seen you in months, why haven't you been visiting? Where have you been?" He interrogated, his face turning serious in a second. Richard still held her tightly by her forearms, the parcel was the only thing separating them and she thanked whatever God that she had brought it.

"I've been meaning to visit but life's so busy outside the walls, I'll visit more now that it's all calmed down though, promise."

"I will hold you to that promise, Reyna." His hands seemed to shake as he gawked at the brunette, "I've missed you so much... Your weekly visits used to mean so much to me."

A sigh escaped her lips, "I'm sorry, Rich, I will make sure to visit next week and we can have as much of a chat as you want."

"That sounds lovely, Reyna." he agreed, his grip on her loosening. Reyna thought she deserved an Oscar for her performance in dealing with Richard Sionis. Out of all the 'freaks' in here, she somehow felt most uncomfortable around the manipulator. Richard was a forty-five year old disgraced CEO who found joy in controlling others and even greater joy in having possession of the nineteen year old. Disgusting, he could practically be her father.

Her lips dragged upwards and a fake look of sadness graced her face, "now I have an appointment I can't miss but I will see you soon, Richard."

"You better," he chuckled, although obviously there was a hidden meaning behind his words, "I can't wait."

Richard brought her into another too tight and too long hug before she merrily pushed him away and trotted off faster than before.

"Hi, honey!" Greenwood waved, earning him a small wave in return.

Richard walked back around the table, his eyes not once leaving the woman's retreating form. Barbara glared back and forth at the two men, annoyed that their attention was so easily taken from her and given to the stranger. She pulled Richard's arm down harshly, keeping him at eye level so he could not look away to the other woman. "Who was that?" Barbara demanded.

Reyna seemed to walk slower the closer she got to the room, she could see his flaming hair through the gates, he was facing away from her, and that somehow terrified her. His hands were moving around in the air erratically as he spoke to the guard standing in the corner.

"So, uh, who's visit me, huh? Is it dear ol' uncle Zach? Wait, am I in trouble? Oh, goodie!" he cackled, "no but seriously... I wanna know! What's goin' on? Oh God, its not my dear old dad, is it?" He ranted, his voice and actions shifting at every word, she could already tell his eyes were being directed everywhere he could see.

"Oh god, I don't look like Cicero, do I?" Reyna questioned, the door shutting behind her as the guard in the room left. At the sound of her voice Jerome's movements halted all together, like a statue, as if he were a victim of Medusa herself.

Summoning all the courage she had left, the brightly dressed woman walked around the table, examining the face she knew so well. Placing the package to the left of the table, she sat down in front of him, but neither uttered a single syllable. It seemed an unrealistic reaction from the usual joyous red head.

"I was shocked to hear he was your father," She began, not getting a response from him, "Lila really had no standards did she?" Reyna chuckled, still not getting a single response from him.

Her fingers tapped against the table and suddenly she felt uncomfortable under his gaze. "So.. who gets custody of the snake?"

"Sheba." He corrected immediately, teeth grinding and jaw clenching.

"Right, I forgot,"

"Hmm, happens when you disappear for five years, or I imagine it would, I don't know I can't speak from experience like you,"

"Romey-"

"Don't you Romey me!" He hollered, voice raising and his eyes wide with anger, "Ya run away? Fine. Doesn't mean I'm gonna want ya when ya come crawlin' back!"

Reyna looked down at her hands, she hummed, "I didn't run, and you know exactly why I left Jerome,"

"Oh yeah!" He scoffed, "someone got a little jealous and split! And I thought jealousy was my specialty..." He continued, both of them thinking about the many times he had shown his ridiculous possessive side and it got the worst of him.

"Jealousy is a common trait, sharing is caring Romey," She chided, knowing the fruitless times she had said those very words and how much it haunted the man in front of him. His frown deepened even greater as she spoke, who would've thought that this joker could be made to frown by such few words?

"I told you not to call me that!" Jerome yelled, his fist hitting the table making a loud bang echo around the room. Reyna jumped in her seat at the sound, causing it to skid back an inch, her lips falling into a pout. His green eyes stared into hers and she gulped, breathing shakily as a grin spread across his face, a laugh echoing from his throat, "oh, no, no, no, no, no, that look. I know that look! What? You think you can control me with that look like before?"

"I never-"

"Oh but ya did, I'd a done anything for ya, don't ya remember?" He interrogated, standing up in his seat and glaring down at her, "I woulda done anything for ya and I did everything for ya, but I made one mistake! One teeny tiny mistake and ya ran, didn't even say goodbye..." It seemed Jerome hadn't let go of the past and he still clung to it in hatred and disgust, when it only brought him sadness and misery.

Reyna sighed, easing her body to seem less agitated and tense, "we were kids, I was thirteen! Let the past rest Jerome."

"I told you before..." he began, stalking slowly from his seat to hers, standing in front of her like a lion ready for the kill. Jerome's form bent down to her, arms resting on her chair and the table, his head hovering over her shoulder and lips beside her ear. She still face where he was once seated as he prowled around her, she could feel his breath on her throat, "You. Don't. Control. Me. Anymore."

His breath bought shivers down her spine but not as much as when he immediately started cackling after seeing her shocked face, Jerome bent forwards walking some steps away clutching his stomach in laughter. His head swung back and he pretended to wipe a tear from his eye before looking back at her.

"So what made ya visit huh? Did he send ya?"

Reyna gathered herself as much as she could, clearing her throat before speaking, "no he didn't send me. I came on my own accord and I'd rather he knew nothing about it,"

His brow rose, "hmmm going behind his back... not wise. Control freak he is, he'd lose his mind over you running off to the looney bin,"

"He's not a control freak."

"Yeah, he is," Jerome spoke bluntly, finding it unnecessary to be anything but frank with the girl he used to know, his eyes looked her up and down but what one would think would be a desirable look it was not, he looked at her body in disgust. His nose scrunched up as if a bad smell was lingering, "he took you. He took your you,"

"Jerome that doesn't make any sense-" she began, only to be cut off immediately by the crazed ginger.

"Ya not my Andi anymore! Ya don't speak the same, ya don't dress the same, ya don't act the same. Everything that made you you, he took."

"He didn't take anything. It's called growing up. I just did it without you." Reyna spoke, finally standing from her chair and facing him.

"Hmmm, ya know what I think? I think he took plenty. I think he took it all! Was he not enough? That why you're here? To get your fix off me?" He chuckled, knowing she knew exactly what he was so vulgarly talking about. Her feet led her backwards a step each time he took one towards her, this caused him to smile, "must say ya definitely got a type..." he continued speaking watching her as he prowled around the to the desk opposite her.

"Stop. I came here to see you, not for any of that, I just..." she looked down at the ground in front of her.

"Just what?" Jerome harassed almost reaching tipping point but whether tipping point was him getting mad at her or him kissing her was unclear.

"I didn't want you to be alone, not today," Reyna sighed, going against her better judgement and walking stepping towards the table and package. Suddenly it looked as if the tables had turned and Reyna held the upper hand in the conversation.

Jerome's brow rose and his shoulders arched, leaning towards her, his weight against the table, "hmm... what exactly does that mean?"

Her fingers reached around the package, ripping the brown paper open and opening the plastic box to grab out the circular object before turning to face the ginger. "Happy birthday, Jerome." She smiled, "I got candles but I'm not allowed to light them, so we can just pretend your blowing them out," Reyna gestured to the two and zero candles set at the centre.

Jerome's head fell and stared at the table, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the table. His eyes shot, eyes clenched shut in annoyance, "figures..." he pouted, pushing off the table and strutting up in front of her. Yet again she felt his breath fall on her cheek at the close proximity. Jerome's hands reached from his sides up to the sides of her face, not letting the brunette tear her eyes from his for even a second, "you just have to make it difficult."

"Make what difficult?" Her lip twitched into a slight frown, hers looked far more innocent than his, who looked slightly maddened.

His face looked uncharacteristically sympathetic, he got as close as he possibly could to her before he spoke. "Hating you." He stated, taking his right hand off her cheek and lowering it to the side of the cake, peeling off some frosting and taking it to his lips. His stare didn't break as his tongue escaped his mouth to lick the frosting on his finger. Jerome hummed in delight, his mouth curving upwards.

"Yummy."

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Chapter 1: Peaceful

Summary: Quentin Beck’s life was over the moment he was fired from STARK industries. He was unstable. To be frank, he felt like his life had no meaning. He was on a downward spiral in every way, but it was the best thing to ever happen to him. Because he had her.

Too bad it wasn’t the same for her.

Warnings: Mental abuse, manipulation, swearing, violence

Word Count: 1580

Prologue

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2012

The Central Cafe stood in the close to the centre of New York, it was about a two minute walk from Times Square and from the outside of it you could see the Stark Tower. Sometimes you could see Ironman himself fly up and down from his metallic palace. It was a secret little hotspot for the residents of New York, a place to wind down and relax, to take some time for yourself even if it was a short lunch break or perhaps your day off.

It was peaceful.

Well except for today.

When the twenty year old had moved here she had never expected for her new country to be as dangerous as the one she had left. At least there were no family disputes in this one.

But there were aliens apparently.

Everyone had crowded into the small café to get away from the wreckage that faced the city. Aliens were flying around the city, destroying, killing and creating chaos. Building had crumbled into nothing, people had died and were injured, New York city its self was a battle ground and all the residents were soon going to perish along with it. However, unexpectedly it seemed New York wasn't going down without a fight. Heroes. Heroes had emerged from the wreckage and were fighting them. It sounded like something out of a comic book.

'Figures,' the young woman thought. Bad things always seemed to follow her everywhere she went.

The people in the Café drifted closer to the giant window, their faces practically squished against the glass, staring out of it as all they had known seemed to crumble before them. Their eyes held fear and that's probably exactly what the creatures wanted.

The woman even in all this chaos looked as if she didn't belong. Her long and dark loose hair was constantly fluffy and unmanageable, her clothing was all she could afford from thrift shops and anything from a sales rack, as always no make-up so she was constantly looking completely washed out. The woman wasn't the friendliest of faces either, in all honestly she looked like a diseased rat and the fact that she didn't speak the language didn't exactly help.

She had no one to turn to in this country but that wasn't exactly different from where she came from either and money was better spent in other places than on her appearance. It's why she came to the café, so she didn't have to pay for Wi-Fi in her shitty one room apartment.

Her ratty hair fell in front of her face as she reached into her small over the shoulder bag, grasping the packet and pulling out a single cigarette and her lighter. The lighter was silver and engraved in it were three letters, two for her siblings and one for her father. She was going to die today. At least in one way or another, she had her family with her.

Sitting far from the windows and everyone else, she lit her cigarette, breathing in as much as she could and as deeply as possible before exhaling completely. It was a habit for a stressful time and it was- a stressful time.

Aliens flew past the window, her eyes widened. She took another puff.

Very stressful.

The engineer had stumbled into the café on his lunch break and the last thing he expected to happen would've been an alien invasion. He had tried to escape at some point about half an hour ago but that didn't necessarily go well so he ran right back. The aliens had snipers killing any human it saw running past, luckily it had shot the person in front of him, leaving him plenty of time to run straight back to the café. New York city had become no man's land.

So there he sat, at a table far from the window, watching his world be blown up but he looked up destruction as if it were just another day. Today it was particularly stressful day and the idiots at the window wouldn't understand- but the woman sitting in the back of the shop could. Dark hair, white dress, a cigarette at her lips. He couldn't see her face, she was a mystery.

What he wouldn't give for a smoke right now. He was trying to quit, but that probably didn't matter if he was gonna die today. Might as well, one last time.

Without so much as a care for the pandemonium outside, he strutted over to the woman in white, plopping down beside her. Her eyes saw his feet, head lulling to the side and tilting up to look at the stranger. Her dark eyes scanned his face with confusion. Yet still the stranger could not see her properly.

He looked expectantly at her small curled up form, "you sharing?" he quizzed. What did that mean? He wasn't suggesting they... in a café, surrounded by aliens attacking the city? Her eyes widened even more if that were possible. The man's eyes rolled back in his head. 'Foreigner...' he thought. His finger pointed to her mouth, "you're not the only one who needs a smoke."

Finally, it seemed the woman understood as she reached into her small bag. The stranger sat down beside her, leaning against the wall with her. She pulled out a cigarette, giving it to the man who immediately pushed it between his lips, the taste was as familiar as ever. The ratty looking woman took a moment longer to give it over to him, her eyes not once leaving its metallic exterior as the man flicked it to light. Once his cigarette began smoking, her hands reached out for the lighter, but the stranger just stared at them with a raised brow, his eyes then travelling to the engravings on metal.

"Initials?" He quizzed, tapping the cool exterior in front of the woman's eyes.

She smiled down at it, "family's," her fingers reached out, pointing at them letter by letter and explaining who each one was for, "my siblings, mama and papa."

The stranger watched her fingers intently, listening to her deep European accent. He smiled at her words, looking up at her as he leaned back and only then did he see her face. The breath in his throat halted at the sight of those deep brown eyes, full pink lips and her high cheekbones, even the litter of freckles over her nose allured him.

It shocked him for a moment, under all those tattered clothes and dirt; she was truly beautiful.

Feeling the strangers intense gaze on her, she quickly turned her head as soon as her beloved lighter was in her grasp, blowing smoke out from her lips as she did. Snapping out of his trance, he went back to his now lit cigarette, blowing out a huff of smoke just as another alien craft hit the ground in front of the café. The ground rumbled and more people began screaming and crying inside the small store.

The two on the floor didn't seem to react, only seeming to take another quick, shaky drawl of nicotine at the same time.

The young woman looked up at the man, he was tall even when he wasn't standing. Her voice was soft and quiet as she spoke, "you have a family?"

He smiled lightly, still facing forward, "nah, I'm not a 'family' person," the man replied, "you're lucky, you know? Got people to miss you if we don't make it out of here."

"Think there's a chance we could make it?" She questioned, her face once again in his line of sight. For a moment he once again took in her appearance and she did as well, noticing his big bright eyes sparkle even during all the chaos.

"Nope." The man snickered, his head falling backwards and letting out a cackle as she did the same. Maybe they were crazy, talking about how they were going to die today, rather than being positive about the situation. "Well Ironman's out there though, so maybe..." He supposed, trying to say something more positive about the situation, biting his lip before he spoke again, "I work for him actually. I'm an engineer."

"Impressive..." she mumbled, noting how he continued to watch her as if silently questioning what she did for work, "data-base analyst." She answered looking out the window, smoke once more slipping from her lips. He watched as it did, almost jealous of the drug.

"So you're not just a pretty face," he muttered, watching in his peripherals as the gorgeous stranger looked back to him. His face turned to hers as another explosion echoed outside, raising his burning cigarette to her eye level, "these aren't gonna help you with keep it though."

Her brow raised with a smirk, "well, if we live I'll quit, how 'bout that?"

"I'll hold you to that." The stranger promised, "I'm Quentin, by the way."

His free hand reached out in front of her and she took it in her own happily, "nice to meet you, I'm-"

BAM!

And then the windows shattered, glass raining down on the duo. Holding each other tightly as if it would make it all stop, make the world stop.

Chapter 2: Penitence

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Confused? (Mysterio)

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Chapter 2: Penitence

Summary: Quentin Beck's life was over the moment he was fired from STARK industries. He was unstable. To be frank, he felt like his life had no meaning. He was on a downward spiral in every way, but it was the best thing to ever happen to him. Because he had her.

Too bad it wasn’t the same for her.

Warnings: Mental abuse, manipulation, swearing, violence

Word Count: 1477

Chapter 1

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Year: 2024

The mysterious man who had been broadcast all over the world recently stood looking upon the hologram in front of him. Its bright, warm, yellow glow illuminated his face. Small images of the beasts he had faced were present in the hologram, turning for his bright blue eyes to see.

They had been calling him the man of mystery, no one knew anything about him, to the world he was alien, which to be honest after everything that had happened, was not that crazy. He may not have been an alien, he may have not been a man of Earth, all anyone could trust were whatever he said.

His cape billowed as he faced the brown haired teenager who was clad in his Spider-Man outfit. The illuminating blue lights of his costume shone bright in the teens face. Peter had been dozing out of the conversation completely, something else having grasp on his mind.

"Parker? Parker!" Fury yelled, an annoyed look present on his face.

"Yes, sir." He answered, turning to face the one eyed man.

"That thing is going to be here in a few hours. Are we boring you?" Fury questioned, completely done with dealing with teenagers. His fingers clasped in front of him, leaning forward and glaring.

Quentin forced himself not to roll his eyes at the agents words, "He's not bored. He's just thinking about how you kidnapped him."

Fury's attention switched to the armoured alien, "He had obstacles. I removed them."

"They still won't evacuate the city." Maria stated, walking from the desk over to Fury, looking just as exhausted as him.

"Idiots." He muttered in reply, "so what's the plan, Parker?"

"I will be in the cathedral tower, keeping watch for the fire monster. When that shows up, I will radio you guys... And then, uh, Mr. Beck and I..."

The mysterious man interrupted with a completely blank face, void of any emotion, "my name is Mysterio." His head cocked to the side, thinking back to when the teen had called him that the first time they had officially met.

Peter grinned knowingly, "That's when Mysterio and I will move in." He continued, his hands moving about as he spoke.

"Peter, listen to me." Mysterio spoke, "The best hope you have, the only hope... is to stop it here, now. No matter what the cost. Maneuver it away from civilians if you can. But most importantly, Keep it away from metal. If it gets too big, it'll be able to draw power from the earth's core. After that, there's no way to stop it." He explained, Maria and Nick sharing questionable glances to one another at his claims.

Peter gulped, knowing what he was about to say would displease certain people in the room. "Hey, man. My friends are here. And I can't help but think that we're putting them in danger."

"You're worried about us hurting your friends?" Nick stood from his seat, lurking to the young man. "You? Who called a drone strike on your own school tour bus? Stark gave you a multi-billion dollar A.R tactical intelligence system. And the first thing you do with it, is try to blow up your friends. It's clear to me that you were not ready for this." Peter looked down at his feet, not knowing what to say to the obviously enraged man's speech.

Mysterio watched the teen sigh in defeat, looking ready to leave the room at any moment. Fury gave one last glance, not at all expecting him to retaliate, before sauntering off to another room, having had enough of teenagers today.

The spider-man watched him leave, eyes training on the floor for a second before he walked out and up, no doubt walking to the roof.

Quentin watched the supposed superhero silk off. He was just a kid. A kid with powers sure but still... to expect so much from some kid was almost insanity. The mysterious man let the spiderling sulk for awhile before ultimately leaving the awkwardly quiet room full of spies in order to find him.

It wasn't hard to miss his bright coloured suit sitting on the edge of the roof. His floating figure was soon in the teen's eye line. "Look, Fury asked me to come up here and see how you were doing. He just, he felt bad about snapping at you."

"Really?" He quizzed, looking dumbfounded.

"You guys do have sarcasm on this earth, right? How you feelin'?"

"I didn't think I was gonna have to save the world this summer. I know that makes me sound like such a jerk. I just...I had this plan with this girl that I really like, and... Now it's all ruined." the hero muttered, huffing slightly at the end of his sentence.

"You're not a jerk for wanting a normal life, kid. It's a hard path. You see things, you do things... Make choices. People look up to you... Even if you win a battle sometimes, they die. I like you, Peter. You're a good kid. There's a part of me that wants me to tell you, just... turn around, runaway from all this. And then, there's another part of me that knows what we're about to fight. What's at stake. And I'm glad you're here," Quentin spoke before breathing deeply and speaking once more, "If I had someone like you on my Earth, maybe my family would still be alive."

"What happened?" Peter question, worried he may have hit a nerve with the older man.

"I was married. For a long time actually, almost a decade. My wife was the greatest thing to ever happen to me. We were happy. But then the elementals attacked. Those monsters, the fire elemental... We weren't prepared. She tried to fight it but she wasn't strong enough. Unlike me, my wife had no powers. I watched her die, Peter." Quentin finished, sadness hidden deep in his eyes rather than shown on his face. He began sniffling, his eyes losing a series of tears and expression sombre. "I get you're worried about your friends." the man  spoke, his legs swinging off the side of the building, not paying any attention to what lurked below.

"Yeah. I just always feel like I'm putting them in danger." Spider-man explained, rambling like he usually did.

"Look, I felt the exact same way on my Earth," he began, his brows furrowing as he spoke, "just...Get them inside and keep them in a safe place, for just a few hours. It'll be all right. No one has to lose anyone."

Peter looked out at the city in front of him, watching the lights as they danced over the buildings and reflected in the murky waters, "It's really nice... To have somebody to talk to about, superhero stuff, you know?" he quizzed.

Mysterio's head snapped to the side, smiling at him, "Anytime. And hey...We survive this, you'll have all summer to kill Brad."

"Hey, uh, since you're from a different Earth, does that mean a version of your wife could be on this one?" Peter asked, fingers tapping the concrete ledge.

Quentin gave a small, brief smile, "I hope so. I know it wouldn't be her, but... I'd still like to see her, just one last time." He trailed off, thinking back to the memory of her face, her personality, her everything practically. "Every time I think about her all I see was her face when she... died. I just wanna remember her as she was, not- suffering."

"You really loved her, huh? Do you wonder if maybe she's with the 'you' from this dimension?" The teen continued quizzing the man from another dimension, feeling oddly comfortable around the stranger to continue questioning about his previous life on his previous Earth.

"I loved her more than anything kid. I honestly doubt she'd find anyone else even in this world. Her and me, what we had was, it was this Earth, and the next." He explained, eyes twinkling as he thought back to what they would always say to each other, even in the toughest of times. It was calming and beautiful and sometimes all that needed to be said, all that needed to be heard.

Peter fumbled with his thumbs, inwardly questioning whether he should be asking his new found friend what was on the tip of his tongue. He gulped, "What was her name?"

His tongue slipped from his lips, licking them slightly before yet again a distant smile paired with hazed lips were present. The mysterious man whispering her name as if it would cast a spell by being said.

Chapter 3: Prelude

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Confused? (Mysterio) Masterlist

Masterlist

Summary: Quentin Beck’s life was over the moment he was fired from STARK industries. He was unstable. To be frank, he felt like his life had no meaning. He was on a downward spiral in every way, but it was the best thing to ever happen to him. Because he had her.

Too bad it wasn’t the same for her.

Warnings: Mental abuse, manipulation, swearing, violence

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PROLOGUE

CHAPTER 1: Peaceful 

CHAPTER 2: Penitence

CHAPTER 3: Prelude 

CHAPTER 4: Prague

CHAPTER 5: Powerful 

CHAPTER 6: Precedented

CHAPTER 7: Passion 

CHAPTER 8: Pretence

CHAPTER 9: Possession

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Y'all. This is a fucking global emergency.

Some quick facts:

The Amazon rainforest is responsible for 20% of the world's oxygen. (**edit below)

It's home to numerous species of wildlife.

It is referred to as the lungs of the Earth.

And it's been burning for weeks, and no one is talking about it.

What is happening right now is an emergency that should be concerning all of us. The air we breath is at stake. This isn't exaggerating. Our lungs are destroyed as we speak and we are only just finding out.

This is our future. Are you upset about Spiderman? Same. Were you sad over Notre Dame? Same. But this is so much more important.

SPEAK UP. GET THIS KNOWN. Even if you can't do anything else, at least raise awareness to put some pressure out there on those who can do something. OUR HOME IS AT STAKE. The skies in São Paulo turned black. We are losing our most valued rainforest. WE CANNOT JUST SIT BACK.

**Edit: Many of you pointed out how the 20% oxygen phrase can be misleading (and many thanks, don't want to misinform). So, to clarify, it means that the rainforest provides us with an amount of oxygen that is then used by living organisms to survive. It is not a surplus, however; its carbon footprint is neutral because all this oxygen is used up. However, it remains essential, because, without it, we are left with less oxygen to sustain the organisms living now, which means some organisms will die. Also, without the forest, we will have fewer sources that absorb carbon dioxide, so greenhouse effects will be more pronounced. Many thanks for pointing this out.

If you want to help, I have reblogged a list of links with ways to help. Will keep it on the top of my dash for the next days.

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male comic book writers coming up with a female character’s backstory:

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Abandoned (Valeska x oc)

Prologue: An angel living in the garden of evil 

Summary: Interest became adoration, a crush became mutual, a relationship began and their love flourished, a relationship ended and an obsession began. How could she ever abandon them?

Warnings: Abuse, manipulation, violence

Word Count: 2448

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"Reyna! Come out, come out wherever you are!" He called, strutting down the dark never ending hallway. His wide eyes scanned over each and every crack and crevice. Soon enough he reached the grey coloured steps leading up to the bedroom, his head tilted up as he once again scanned every inch of area he could see. He sauntered up the steps, his fingers clicking together in anticipation of finding his treasure.

His knuckles grazed against the steel as he ascended the large staircase. Still not a sound echoed in the house but his footsteps were loud and clear. To the left of him would be the lounge room and two extra rooms and to the right of him was his own room and hers...

She would not be daft enough to hide in her own room. He turned left, "I'll find you, doll." he went into the first room. Checking underneath the bed, in the closet, bathrooms and anywhere else her 5' 9 stature could fit. His eyes furrowed when he couldn't find her, so he went to the next room and the next. Still no sight of the curly haired queen. He straightened up, stopping all movement for a moment in an attempt to hear her.

However, his frustrations soon grew out of his logical side, "Reyna! Come to me now... it'll hurt less if you do..." He yelled her name before speaking somewhat quieter about his threat.

Reyna had been in the wardrobe for what felt like hours, although it probably could have been minutes. Why? Because he being so deluded was obsessed with checking in on her every ten minutes, so this time she took yet another attempt at escape when he left her. Attempt. So here she was, snuggled up in a ball of anxiety behind shirts that probably costed more than four months rent. At least he couldn't see her, not that he would look here as it was the most obvious place and therefore he would overthink it like always.

But he would come in here to look eventually..

She had to run. Carefully, Reyna stuck her head out of the wardrobe checking the coast was clear. Then as silently as she could muster, she pulled herself out from behind all the clothes and stood up. Scampering up to the door of the over-sized walk in wardrobe and past his bed. The door to the room was wide open and if he came down this hall now, he would see her and she'd probably be dead.

This was it. As careful as she could, she placed light quick steps on the ground and began moving towards the stairs. Her eyes never wavering from the moving shadows she could see at the end of the hall. He was looking for her, desperately. "Where do you think you can run to?" His shadow straightened up, a shiver ran down her spine, she felt as if he had seen her and it was all over. But that was impossible and she had to keep going, she'd already made it part way down the stairs when his yells echoed through the house and a series of crashes sounded down the hall, "you can't leave me! You have no one else but me!"

She kept tip toeing down the stairs until she reached halfway. One foot in front of the other, it wasn't so hard, but the raging psychopath metres from her made it quite a terrifying exercise. She suddenly heard a smash from one of the spare bedrooms, he was getting angry. She didn't have much time left. "Reyna! I swear when I find you-" his yells made her jump a bit in fright, her hand hitting the cement wall causing a sharp 'slap' to echo through the house.

He heard it. His head snapping violently to the direction of the sound. His dark haired treasure... A sadistic smirk formed on his lips and soon a full blown smile, teeth and all, were present. She was his now.

She knew he heard her. Reyna gave up on being quiet and ran as fast as she could, missing some steps in the process of getting to the lower floor faster. But Reyna couldn't hear his steps following her, which made her believe she had made even a greater mistake. As the brunette reached the bottom, she quickly ran past the dining room and kitchen, running down a hall that lead her down further and connected to another hall and then another until finally it reached a huge metal door.

Reyna pushed in the code she had watched him put in everyday the but the only sound were the two beeps symbolising it was the incorrect code, she huffed, reentering the code, but the same beeps sounded again. Her hands hit the metal door, attempting to push it open or even breaking it if she could, which was beyond impossible. "C'mon, c'mon!" She went back to the pad code, instead putting in the old code she used a thousand times back when she loved coming here, but that only triggered an alarm to begin blaring.

Her head snapped behind her. He wasn't behind her. He'd be there by now, unless he was casually strolling, there was no way he wouldn't of caught her by now. The only other door nearby was the front door, which was back past the stairs down the aimless hallway. Oh well, she was bound to die anyway...

She quickly ran as fast as she could back down the other connecting halls praying that within this maze he wouldn't pop up. Passing the stairs, her head turning to the side. His smirking face stared back at her from the stairs. He was enjoying this, watching her scamper for freedom. It was a game. His head turning as she ran past him, eyebrows turning upwards in amusement. Pushing herself to go faster, she reached the door and threw herself at it, unlike the other door this one was normal and should've opened by the single button to the right, that was not the case. It did nothing.

Another wave of tears fell from her red eyes and onto her reddened cheeks. It was locked. His smile proved it all. She hit the button over and over again, it gave nothing. Her legs gave way and she sat on the ground with her legs to her chest and head in hands. Her body shook rigid with sobs emitting from her thin figure.

He came down the last step, pivoting until he looked straight at the front door and straight at her. His light, terrifying eyes scanned the crouched over figure, an urgency to make her feel better overcame him. But she ran away from him. What she needed was to be taught a lesson.

"Reyna!" He yelled viciously at her. She jumped slightly, her head snapped up immediately, his light eyes graced with her dark ones. Reyna let out a slight whimper at the sight of his angry expression. He was fuming. "Come here, doll." He ordered.

She sucked in a breath, "why?"

"Just come here."

"No," she sniffled, "you're gonna hit me."

His eyes narrowed in on hers. Her red, teary eyes watched his every move with fear. He stared almost longingly at her, "you don't want me to walk over there, do you?" His voice sinister.

"N-no-"

"Come here." Her legs grew tired from running, but slowly she pulled herself up from her position and onto her feet. Her eyes not once leaving his demeaning gaze, "I'm waiting, doll." She walked towards him slowly, feet dragging behind her. Only a metre and a half away, she stood from him. His glare deepened. "Closer,"

She whimpered aloud again, not bothering to cover her sniffles with her hand but instead shuffled closer to him with tears as her trail. He now stood two feet from her but she didn't look up at him. Her long curled locks shielded her face from his gaze.

"Look at me," he ordered once again, she complied almost immediately. He smiled sadistically, "Closer." Her breathing grew heavy as she moved to be standing right in front of him. His face cracked a smirk immediately at her fearful face, he began laughing. But his face soon turned back to her with a wide toothed grin.

His pointer finger and thumb dug slightly into her cheeks as he pulled her even closer and made her look right at him. Reyna's body shook more violently as she stared up at him, her chin hurting in attempt to look down.

His smirking stopped suddenly. "God you're beautiful," he breathed, leaning down until his forehead touched hers, cupping her cheeks in his large hands, "I could never hurt a face like that now could I?" He asked seriously, hand moving to grip her neck, "what was it you used to always say? Broken is beautiful? You did say that didn't you?"

She nodded slowly. He felt her pulse quicken underneath his finger tips.

"Well then your just too goddamn beautiful for me!" He hollered, stepping a few steps away from her and throwing his arms up in exclamation. She visibly relaxed. A chuckle left his lips as neared her once again, his hands reaching up to her cheeks once again, "but it's ok doll...we can fix that." With that said he nudged the bridge of his nose with hers and smiled. Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her towards the kitchen and trapped her body between the island bench and himself.

"J- Jer wait..."

"No, no, not now," He said, placing a pointer finger to his lips, "you're not getting out of this one with that pretty little face," he spoke, stroking her cheek once again, "and that innocent tone of voice," smirking he continued, "from those perfect lips." He traced her lips lightly.

"Please-" his hand hit the marble bench top behind her.

"I said not now!" The red head growled.

His hands went down from her lips, to her throat and then her forearm, picking her up and sitting her on top of the kitchen bench before pressing her thighs apart. Now positioned between her legs, a smirk resisting to form on his face, he moved to the second draw beside her calf. Moving back in front of her before she could notice what he was holding.

Reyna's fear rose. His unoccupied hand trailed up her thigh until it reached her hip bone and held her with slight force. His other hand slowly came up to her other thigh as well, the sharp and shiny piece in his hand glinting in the lamps light. She squirmed immediately, trying to get her legs from his sides. Not even trying to use her arms as some defence, that never worked well.

"Ah, ah, ah," He tutted, pressing the blade slightly into her leg, not enough to puncture the skin but enough to send a message. Which was received clearly as Reyna immediately stopped squirming. "It's not for you. You're already beautiful enough," he smiled, "no need to be so vain Rey Rey,"

Picking up the razor, he took it to his temple right next to his left eye. Reyna began squirming in discomfort at his actions, "look at me," he smiled sadistically at her, before dragging the razor down half an inch. A slight shriek emitted from her the same time a laugh came from him. The blood began dripping from his wound and down his cheek. Her eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to witness the bloodied scene in front of her any longer.

A clang rang out as he dropped the razor onto the bench. Hands soon gripping the thighs he was between. "Look at me." He commanded, nails digging into her skin, leaving tiny half-moon punctures. Reddened eyes stared at him in fear or more specifically, the blood trailing down his chin.

His long fingers trailed up to her face for the third time this night, then moving to his chin where he felt the liquid oozing down. With his thumb he swiped the blood down his cheek, coating his fingers in the thick liquid. His eyes flickered up to hers maliciously, his bloodied thumb reaching out for her. In a desperate attempt to get away from his advances, she leaned back, ignoring the aching feeling of his other hand reaching at her curled hair and tugging it to pull her closer.

But Reyna being the stubborn woman she was didn't back down, her hands beat his chest pushing him away from her. Growing annoyed by her childish antics, he growled, his features darkening as he yanked her off the bench by her thighs. She almost lost her balance as her feet hit the cold floor, her mind spinning in confusion and fear, suddenly she was caged and like a lioness she wanted out. Her neck was caged by his long fingers and forced backwards, practically on the table, as he hovered above her, and there was nowhere left to run to, nowhere left to hide and nothing to do.

A choked sob rang from her throat. blood, "J, please, don't-" she began, ultimately stopping when his thumb reached her mouth and he drew it up her cheek and down and then up to the other cheek, a bloody smile left in his wake on her deep complexion.

His fingers danced on her face, her tears mixing with his blood. The man stepped back slightly, admiring his art and giving her some much needed space for the tiniest second before once again imposing on it.

"That's all I wanted," he spoke, bringing her closer to him so that almost every inch of their bodies were touching, her hands at his firm chest trying to push him away still. He smiled lightly and the most terrifying part about it was that it was a real smile. A genuine smile. A smile he once gave her all the time that would make her want to be in his arms. The arms that now she just wanted to run from."I just wanted to see you smile. You never smile anymore doll. I needed it!"

Reyna could tell he was at tipping point so she did the wisest thing she's done all day and kept her mouth shut.

"Ya know, I think you've had enough time wasting away in that room, you've had enough time to yourself to get over... things. Baby, we're gonna have some fun," he spoke lovingly, "And I mean obviously, you love me right?"

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Confused? (Mysterio)

FULL MASTERLIST

Prologue

Summary: Quentin Beck's life was over the moment he was fired from STARK industries. He was unstable. To be frank, he felt like his life had no meaning. He was on a downward spiral in every way, but it was the best thing to ever happen to him. Because he had her. 

Too bad it wasn’t the same for her.

Warnings: Mental abuse, manipulation, swearing, violence

Word Count: 1504

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2016

The dark-haired woman jolted from her sleep, her dark eyes were wide and eyebrows raised in fear. The noise echoed throughout the apartment, hitting every wall harshly and then it happened again, and again, and again. Brows furrowed at the sound of something heavy hitting walls downstairs, her mouth went dry at the thought of what could be lurking in the apartment.

CRASH! That was probably a chair, the wooden piece of furniture crashing and breaking against the wall. A shiver ran down her spine, urging her out of the bed and towards the door, locking it quickly and sitting against it. She only hoped the noise was actually real and not another figment of her imagination, but in all honestly and as ashamed as she was, the dark-haired woman wouldn't be able to tell. They hadn't happened in a long time, but she'd rather believe whatever was downstairs was real rather than fake.

It happened again, and then a yell sounded. A scream. It was the sound of a deep screech of complete anger and fury. "Fuck!" The voice shouted before another crash sounded, probably another article of furniture. Mutterings continued through the house, bouncing off the walls and drifting closer and closer to where she was situated on the floor.

Their steps were heavy as they climbed the stairs, each stair creaking under the weight of the person stumbling up them. It sounded as if every step, they seemed to hit the wall at the same time. It made her cringe outwardly, hugging her knees to her chest and rocking back and forth as if to soothe herself. A shadow was soon seen at her feet, the only thing keeping it from reaching her was the dark wooden door.

Suddenly it was quiet. Deep breathing was heard almost as if it was right at her ear. The knob on the door turned before stopping, rattling, until finally knocking lightly. "Princess..." the voice groaned, it was a voice she knew well, a voice she heard every day. Slowly she stood, trembling hands reaching for the lock until it shook again from him hitting it. "Rora!" he continued, beating harsher on the door once more causing her to jump and step further away from the door. Her hands shook at her sides, the patterns starting to emerge, swirling shapes on the doors usually bland exterior. "Princess, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you... Please open the door."

The man on the other side could hear the woman give out three shaky deep breaths before hearing the latch click. Slowly the door creaked open, exposing her beautifully defined features to him. She was shaking, no doubt seeing something that wasn't there, maybe it was him. She couldn't possibly know in her condition. The tall man quickly sauntered into the room, his hands gently cradling the sides of her face in an instant. His large eyes widened as he watched her every expression.

The constant gaze of his light blue eyes both calmed her and made her heart beat erratically. "What, uh, what happened?" She whispered, almost as if she didn't want him to hear her. His jaw clenched, eyes glazed, thinking back to what has . "Q?" She quizzed, hands grasping his own, feeling them shake under her own somewhat shaky grasp.

"He called it barf." He stated shakily, eyes casting down to the ground rather than straight at her.

Her brow raised, "who? Wha-"

His arms dropped quickly, cutting her off, "Tony Stark!" Her loves eyes were wide once more in anger, causing her to lean back from him slightly.

"Your boss?" She mumbled, eyes trained on his. Out of the both of them, it seemed the one who didn't have mental problems was acting mental.

Upon seeing her panicked state, the tall man's hands fell, instead holding her hands and walking her over to the bed, sitting her down. His feet walked away, pacing side to side in front of her, the way his fingers scrapped down his scalp made it look as if he was to rip his hair out, the vein above his brow already protruding. "The holographic technology I was designing, I perfected it, and he stole it! My life's work! He used it for his own therapy and said he designed it!" His hands fell from his hair, coming in front of his body and moving down as if the product was right in front of him. His screeching voice echoed off the wall, hurting her eardrums.

The pain in his voice struck her heart, causing her to lift from the bed and step towards him, dragging him to her previous spot. Their fingers were intertwined with one another's, his eyes staring straight ahead into nothingness. "It's okay, I'm sure if you asked him he'd be more than happy to credit you, and change the systems name, of course."

What she thought would have been words to reassure him only seemed to distress him more. His head fell into his hands harshly, body still shaking as if he were about to break down sobbing, "I can't," he uttered miserably.

She kneeled down in front of him, reaching her hands to his slight stubble and lifting his face to be almost level with hers, "Q? What happened?"

His bright eyes looked at her with complete and utter defeat, "I lost my job."

"What?" The black haired, woman questioned in complete shock.

"I got fired." Quentin sighed, the entire weight of his head practically supported by her. He watched her face drop and eyes grow hazed over at his words, waiting for her to yell or cry or do something, anything. But she didn't. In all honesty that was probably worse, she looked completely numb to what he had said and frankly disappointed, "I'm sorry. I got angry, I yelled and I just-"

For a moment they sat in complete silence, as if struggling to make sense of the words he had spoken. He didn't know what else to say, and what could he say? That he was called unstable? That in a matter of months they wouldn't be able to make rent, afford food? He had promised to take care of her, give her everything she could ever want and this is what he had done. Quentin's ego had gone and messed it all up like it always seemed to do.

Her eyes looked rimmed with tears ready to fall, her voice shook like the rest of her, "baby, it's okay, its fine," she interrupted, "I got you."

He just continued muttering his apologies, leaning into her until her arms and holding her tightly. Her fingers comb through his hair, feeling his breath and tears hit her collar bone.

"We can sort this out, you can get a new job and I can go out and find one-" She began again, only for her beloved to cut her off with a panicked expression.

"No, no, no you can't." he exclaimed with a sigh, "princess, you know you can't."

She smiled, eyes full of hope and confidence- something of which she had lacked for quite a while. "I could, baby, I'm so much better now."

His eyes didn't blink once, tongue licking over his teeth. He looked deep in thought about his next few words, "Rora..."

Her name, that was all he spoke, the look on her face distracting him from what he was going to say. Her eyes pleaded with his own, all she had wanted was to get out of the house and have her own... anything. Quentin and her shared everything, that was how relationships worked after all. Ever since her diagnosis that caused her to quit her job, distance herself from people and mainly stay in the apartment, the troubled woman had since struggled to do things that most people found easy. But after two years sine the diagnosis, she had never felt better, ready to go back to work and have some form of a lie outside of the world.

Quentin gulped back, "I don't think thats a good idea," he spoke, shutting her down and watching her expression drop completely. He didn't like that. "But, uh, how about we see if anything changes in a few months?"

Her beautiful white teeth peaked through her lips, eyes almost glittering with happiness. "Deal!" She shrieked with joy. The love her life seemed hesitant but he only wanted what was best for her, even if she didn't realise it sometimes. Even if she didn't want him to.

"I'm gonna make this up to you," He promised, lifting his face and placing his lips to her cheek beside her ear, "this Earth and the next."

"This Earth and the next," The dark-skinned woman agreed with a whisper.

Chapter 1: Peaceful

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Tenebrae (Lucifers daughter)

Chapter 6: Heaven vs Hell? Sounds fun

Summary: Lucifer never loved anything, or at least that’s what people thought. It wasn’t Eve and long before Chloe- he had Tenebrae. His daughter.

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 1746

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CHAPTER 5

"This kid has some serious issues." Maze stated, staring down at the baby rolling back and forth on the floor in front of her fathers feet. For what seemed like hours she had been doing this and somehow still had energy to continue. The tufts of fluff on her back helped her roll side to side, each one extending one by one to help her sway.

At least she was smart.

"I have no idea what you're referring to." The devil spoke, his head moving, gaze following his daughter back and forth. She was having the time of her short life, so there was no way he was gonna stop her.

"You don't see anything wrong with this?"The demon quizzed him, pointing at the crazed infant on the floor, giggling her heart out.

"She's a baby. What would you rather her do? Turn in to a bat?" He joked, finally to Maze and raising a brow towards her. The demon's eyes were wide and complete and utter confusion. Lucifer sighed, holding the part between his brows with his pointer and thumb, "she can't actually do that."

"Thank Hell." she breathed, her thoughts surrounding how difficult babysitting would be if the child of the devil could turn in to a bat, though sooner or later the demon was sure the child would be flying. But not being a bat was good enough she supposed.

Lucifer's eyes rolled back, continuing to look back at the creature that was apparently growing tired at her repetitive movements as she started to slow down.

"Hey Lucifer," Maze began, "you know how I said she looked like a chicken?" The dark-haired woman's head tilted on Tenebrae, eyes narrowing, "she looks much more like a turtle stuck on her back like that." She spoke, raising both her arms and pretending to scratch the air as if stuck on her back like a turtle.

Lucifer's gaze turned into an annoyed glare at his closest demon, he was completely over his daughter being compared to animals but then again Maze had never even seen a baby before Tenebrae.

The devil huffed, bending down and scooping up the baby in his arms, her fluffy grey wings flapping wildly as if trying to take off from his arms before ultimately slumping on him like the rest of her small form. Her head rested on his forearm, a light sigh escaping her lips and although he couldn't see, he knew her kids were beginning to shut. His arms moved up and down, bouncing her slightly and helping lull her to sleep softly.

He had never reacted to anything so soft and gently in his life, never cared for anything so deeply, nor held something so tightly in his arms and in his heart. It was a feeling he never wanted to stop, a thing he never wished to leave his grasp.

"Don't you have souls to torture? You know, your job?" Lucifer questioned sarcastically. Right now Maze was torturing him, which was nothing out of the ordinary to be honest, but the devil just wasn't in the mood for it. Right now Lucifer was in the mood to put his daughter down to sleep and then have sometime alone. Alone.

He hadn't had five seconds to himself recently, he hadn't really allowed himself to have it anyway after what had happened the other week. Lucifer had moved all of Tenebrae's things to the room next door to his own straight after the incident, even though for a few days after she had slept in his room on his chest. Basically Lucifer had been a 24/7 father recently, leaving no time to be the literal devil.

The poor sinners were missing out, obviously.

A small sigh fell from her parted lips symbolising her beginning beginning to pass out into a deep sleep, hopefully. Her 'wings' or flab's of useless flesh and fluff had gone back to her back instead of uselessly flapping around. They had become lighter every day and soon Lucifer could see them turning identical to his, a pristine white. It was overwhelmingly exciting for him to watch them come to be, to watch her come to be.

Stepping into her room, he careful placed his bundle of joy in the cot, lifting a blanket up to her chin and placing a plush toy under her arm. He watched as she quickly snuggled into it tightly, a smile unconsciously forming.

Almost as if tip-toeing, he exited the room, looking over his shoulder as he closed the door softly behind him, half-heartedly expecting her to mewl after him. She didn't. Honestly it hurt a bit.

Lucifer wandered in to his room, keeping the door slightly ajar in case  she woke up at some stage. Anything for his little girl, obviously. He threw himself on the bed in the centre of the room, covering his eyes with his hands and breathing forcefully in the quiet room.

He had found himself doing this a lot recently. Being exhausted. Who would've thought you could get exhausted from being exhausted.

A sharp stream of light filtered in from the open door and hitting his eyes, it was a soft light produced from torches held on the walls of the castle and flickered from moment to moment- which was fine. What wasn't fine was when it went dark for a lengthy period of time as if someone was passing by before the stream of light continued to travel into the room.

The devil was paranoid, that was it.

But looking couldn't hurt.

He inwardly groaned, getting up from his comfortable position and shuffling to the room beside his own. His feet dragged behind him as he walked in, pushing the door open and watching the light filter in.

It was quiet. Not a mewl. Not a breath. Nothing, and he didn't like that.

"Tenny..." He whispered, looking over the crib, a shiver running down his spine at the sight of the empty crib. He had left her alone for less than a second. Spinning on his heel, he practically sprinted out of the room and into the hall, "Mazikeen!" he screeched.

"Maze!" he continued yelling as he ran past the throne room. The devil running faster and faster, the only thing driving him was sheer panic, "Tenebrae!"

His voice held complete and utter desperation, his thoughts could only occupy one thing; whoever had his daughter. Maze would never do such a thing and neither would Amenadiel, they wouldn't dare. It could've just as easily been her mother, but why would she want her back after abandoning her in Hell? Maybe his siblings?

But why would any of them dare do such a thing to an innocent child?

Lucifer stopped at a fork in his path, utter dread consuming him. Then he heard it, a quiet, tired and fearful cry. "Bababa!" She was left.

So he turned right, a shortcut, it was better to be in front than try to catch up, he didn't know how fast the assailant could possibly be. Never had the devil been more focused on a single goal.

Soon he saw her. Or rather- them. Her long, straight hair was unmistakable, the look of pure determination and anger present and he had always seen her have. She was a hunter, his child was the hunted. In this moment as he stood in front of his annoying sister, old family ties meant nothing. There was only Tenebrae.

The deep, dark-haired woman glared and stopped in her tracks, "brother."

"Give me my turtle." Lucifer spoke threateningly, his eyes narrowing on one of his least favourite siblings.

Remiel rolled her eyes, "You named it turtle?" In all honesty it sounded like the dumb crap Lucifer would do, even to his own offspring.

"No, no, I..." he huffed, beginning to get frustrated and flustered all at once. "Remiel, if you don't put her down..."

"You made a crime against nature, a new celestial shouldn't exist!" She yelled, just by her eyes you could see how furious the angel was, but he wasn't paying any attention to that, the only thing that stole his attention were the wobbling lips of the bright blue eyed babe in her arms. Also he was a little peeved at how she was holding her, it wasn't the best and it was obvious Tenebrae wasn't comfortable in her grasp. In her other hand she grasped her spear, inching closer to the small babe. That wasn't ok. Remiel sneered, "especially an offspring of the devil."

"That's not for you to decide," He stated with a shaky voice, not of fear, but utter aggression. Lucifer just didn't know what to do, he couldn't physically attack her, his sister could possibly hurt her, drop her, maybe even stab her. All of it was too much of a risk, "Little sister, you should know I wont let you leave with her. Tenebrae will never leave Hell."

"An angel does not belong in Hell, brother." She called him brother as if it disgusted her. Remiel's words held secret meaning to them, just like she didn't consider him her brother, neither did she consider him an angel. Not anymore.

"Bababa!" Tenebrae babbled almost in disapproval of her 'aunts' words, her eyes spilling tears.

"Look in to her eyes, Remiel, she's no angel," he spoke slower, eyes training from the infant to what was behind his deranged sister. He held back a smirk, "God's watching, how 'bout we give him a show, sister?"

Without a word her spear was raised- perfect. Lucifer finally smirked, his hands falling to his hips with a certain level of sass before slowly strutting over to them. Remiel watched him in confusion as he came closer, what game was he playing at?

Suddenly the spear was no longer in her hands, and Lucifer leaped. The devil took Tenebrae back into his arms. Remiel watched as the spear was soon pointed at her throat and at the end of it was none other than the devils most trusted demon.

"The hunter becomes the hunted, eh, angel?" Maze questioned as the angel only sneered at her. Maze glanced at Lucifer, "protecting Tenny's my job too, Lucifer."

Lucifer nodded, looking over his child's small body, not a hair out of place or a knick on her skin luckily. She was perfect as always. Tenebrae snuggled into his chest, rubbing her eyes and snotting nose on his shoulder.

"You know what she is! She will bring nothing but chaos!" Remiel yelled, glaring at the spear.

He glanced at the demon and angel, "get rid of her." He demanded Maze, watching as the demon pulled the angel up before turning on his heel and facing away from his sister, uttering one last threat, "bummer Heaven vs Hell sounded fun." He turned his head to look over his shoulder, "come here again and I'll break father's commandments,"

"I'll kill you."

CHAPTER 7