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OH BOY! How about Office Eddie nsfw headcanons? I love that dweeb at the office with a dark streak and honestly just want anything about him đ
Dano!Riddler x Fem!Reader Headcanons oooooooooh yeah!! i've started writing a little outline for something like this but longer!! this is a good excuse to test some things out and see what works >:3c đđ request info âą prompt list âą send me a request âą kofi âą masterlist minors DNI!! đ cw: voyeurism, pervert eddie, peeping tom, spying, non-consensual stuff, masturbation, unintentional cum swallowing
listen, employment in a nice office isn't all that common in gotham, and you're lucky you're not behind a bar serving sleazy wannabe rogues or hustling for what little money you can get, so you're willing to put up with your shy and quiet and kinda dweeby co-worker
but that's only because you have no idea about all the weird stuff he's up to...
eddie is smitten immediately by you, but he doesn't speak to you at all for the first two weeks you're sharing an office with him
it makes you a little uncomfortable, but he slowly warms up and offers you a hello and a goodbye
when he starts talking to you a bit more, it's about quite dark and deep subjects
it's almost like he's trying to guage your response to decide if you're a good person
or one of the people he goes on about, the undeserving masses
he's nice enough though, and you find that he's very helpful and willing to guide you with the tasks
and you quickly notice that he's far smarter than you, and is willing to hold himself accountable for your training
this seemingly kind gesture isn't selfless, however, it's actually his way of getting closer to you
and to have you depending on him for your job
it's not something you notice at first, if at all, but edward always offers to look your work over before passing it on to the bosses
he's changing it without you knowing though, making sure there are little mistakes that have you reprimanded
eddie delivers that bad news of course, and offers to show you how to fix your errors
you're so grateful that you hug him, or compliment him, and so he can hardly stop doing it
besides, the stupider you feel, the more you'll have to rely on him, and the more you'll view him as smart and wonderful
and in order to keep you thinking that, he'll criticise you sometimes
nothing too mean, not too obvious
but enough that he can see your pupils widening and your skin flushing when he does compliment you
"don't worry, i won't tell the bosses"
gosh, you owe him so much... maybe he'll cash in the favours someday
eddie has the keys to the office and he unlocks it every morning, since he's always there a lot earlier than you
you never question why, but it's so he can set things up
you wouldn't believe how many cameras are hidden in the little space you share
under the desk, in the toilet, in the stationary cupboard
and the work laptop he offered to set up for you?
the webcam is hacked, so he can watch you at home
because at a certain point, he can't stand not to be around you or to know what you're up to when you clock out for the day
and that includes when you leave the room to go to the toilet
he had to drill a hole in the wall of the cupboard between the office and the bathroom, just so he can keep an eye on you
and he finds his behaviour escalating, like an experiment to see how far he can go
it starts with him touching himself under his desk, rubbing his hands over his erection and trying to keep quiet
rubbing against you in the elevator, placing his hands on your shoulders as he stands behind you, staring down your blouse
asking you to reach up high or down low to watch the way your clothes move to expose you
messing with the ac, watching you sweat when it's too hot, watching your nipples harden when it's too cold
then he starts messing with the cables under his desk a lot, something with the wiring you don't understand
but it's an excuse to stare at your legs, trying to get a peek up your skirt
and then before you know it, your sweet coworker is masturbating into your coffee creamer
waiting to see if you can taste the difference, to see if you recognise him on your tongue
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pairing: Edward Nashton x GN!Reader
part: 1, 2, 3
summary: Edward finds your hacked webcam feed and canât help but watch you.
contains: edward being a little creep, webcams, edward finding you absolutely fascinating, voyeurism
warnings: again eddie being a creep, stalking, getting watched through camera without consent, dub-con I think (if you think even an insinuation is too much, don't read it. ily), slight nsfw at the end but it doesnât go beyond his hand on his lap, poorly written work-arounds to explain hacking into said camera
word count: 544
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a.n: i wrote this months ago and reworked on it. i wanted to make it a series but idk.
Edward had a habit of watching people through their cameras when he felt stressed. And, fuck, was he stressed today. He liked to watch others go through their dayâoblivious to the vigilante who watched them. He typed out the familiar website and scrolled through the channels of unsuspecting people. Hacked front door cameras, baby cams, security cameras, and, of course, webcams.
His eyes found interest in someone whose face was rather close to their screen. Your hair splaying in different directions, your brows twitched as they furrowed, and your nose scrunching in concentration. Oh, werenât you cute?
For some reason, you had piqued Edward's interest. You seemed like you were typing away on your keyboard with a flurry, the only sources of light being a small lamp in the corner of the room and your bright screen. Every other detail in your room was hidden in harsh shadows.
He clicked on the channel almost immediately. Nobody else was in here, he noted as he saw the little person icon go from zero to one. He tilted his head and leaned back slightly and waited for the audio to load in. He jumped as your music blared through his speakers. He scrambled to mute the channel, regulating his breathing when he did.
With a deep inhalation, he cautiously raised the volume to one that wouldn't cause his ears to bleed. He listened closely to the lyrics and melody to find some familiarity. He couldn't recognize the jumpy, dark tune, but he noted how danceable it seemed to be for you. You seemed to sway deliciously to it as you wrote. Sometimes stopping to dance in your chair and mouth along to the words, just to go back to writing furiously.
His eyes were trained on your concentrated ones. It was as if he thought looking hard enough would allow him to see what you were writing. He huffed through his nostrils when he found his attempt was unsuccessful. Yet, he was too intrigued to let this go. Just as he was going to open up the proper tools to get to the screen your attention was on, he paused.
You had stopped writing and reached for something not in the camera's view. Your pretty little hand was holding the neck of a wine bottle. Throwing your head back as you took quick gulps. You put the bottle down and gasped for air, wiping your mouth with the palm of your hand. You smiled, the swaying of your shoulders becoming more expressive.
Edward watched on, perplexed, as you stood from your swivel chair and began to sway and mouth the words, wine bottle still in hand. Your hands raised upwards, only one of them stopping midway to press the bottle to your lips. Something about this made his lips twitch into a crooked smile. And itchy. Very itchy. Had he always been sweating?
He blinked rapidly and grunted, pressing down the commands on his keyboard to open the program that would allow access to your computer. He continued to type as more windows kept popping up, momentarily glancing up to watch you dance. The palm of his right hand pressing into the crotch area of his jeans had simply found itself there on its own.
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Donât Go (Away)
GN!Reader X Edward Nashton
TW: Piss kink, Smut
You straddle Edward on the couch. Kissing and grinding into each other. You donât remember how this impromptu make out session started. One moment you were considering pausing the aviation documentary to use the bathroom, the next you were rolling your hips against his and joining your tongues in a soft dance.
Itâs not everyday Eddie is relaxed enough to go slow like this. Running his hands over your body. No rushing just exploring. But the familiar feeling of a full bladder distracts you.
You pull back, the disconnect of lips making a soft wet sound.
âMm Eddie I uh gotta go.â You start to lift yourself off his lap but strong long fingered hands grip your hips in place.
âNo.â He says it firmly but without making eye contact.
You laugh softly, âEddie I really have to pee.â
âOkay.â His grip does not release.
You laugh again this time with a hint of annoyance, âNo, IâŠI have to go to the bath room!â
Finally his gaze meets yours. âYou donât have to go to the bathroom.â
His fingers squeeze your hips again, encouraging them to roll once again.
He wonât ask you outright. He canât. But you can see it in his eyes. Murky green pools shine with unexpressed desire.
And how can you deny him anything? His pleasures are so few and far between. You would give him anything.
So you dip your face back to his, soft lips connecting. He holds you firmly as he grinds back up into you.
You canât deny the arousal building. The feeling of fullness, embarrassment, and shame compounding your pleasure.
His kisses become more fervent and demanding. His tongue invading and dominating your mouth. Moans of pleasure rumble from deep within his chest as he bucks his hips up, grinding into you harder and harder.
You squirm and whine. You canât help yourself from holding back even as you are convinced you will break at any moment.
Edwardâs thumbs move inwards and dig insistently into your abdomen, pressing into your aching bladder.
You break the kiss with a gasp, âEddie are you sure? Itâs gonna make a big messâŠâ
He growls and his lips crash back into yours. Edward doesnât just want this. He needs this. Mess be damned.
You let out a soft cry when you simply cannot hold back any longer. The flood gates open. Piss rushes out to soak your sweatpants and his. Relief and shame battle for dominance.
Once he feels the warmth, Edward breaks the kiss and looks down. A manic giggle bursts from him. Joy and ecstasy written all over his face.
He looks back into your eyes. His breathing heavy and voice husky with arousal.
âHere, let me clean you up okay?â He licks his lips suggestively.
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A/N: I've missed writing for Eddie đ„č hope you enjoy reading! And happy 2nd anniversary to The Batman movie!! Can't believe I fell in love with the film and its characters two solid years ago, and super hyped for the sequel đ€ A Bruce Wayne/Battinson imagine will be coming soon, so stay tuned!!
Wordcount: 1.3k
Time period: Riddler Year One, Issue 6 (beginning of The Batman)
He hated it when you were gone this long.
It was okay if he knew where you were, if you were working or out with a couple of friends, someplace he could track you through your phone. Through windows. Through anything. As long as the sun was still out and he knew exactly where you were, could reach you whenever he wanted, he could keep his grip on his mentality, and at least half-focus on his plans and preparations.
But he couldn't do any of that right now. Which led to the inevitable.
Pacing his shabby little apartment that you somehow managed to make a little brighter, tidier, something close to home, closer than he'd ever got before. But now, it was cold and dark and empty, painfully quiet, apart from his uneven, staggering breaths that Edward tried in vain to swallow down.
'Breathe.'
It was a simple job. Too simple. Sneak into the Penguin's rooms at the Iceberg Lounge, plant the bug, slip out again, unnoticed. And you would either be very much unnoticed, blending in perfectly with. there's of the deceptively beautiful girls and boys who danced and flirted and drank at the bars and around round tables and tall, glossy silver poles stretching up into the high ceilings of the club. Or you would be pulled aside by some pervert that thought you were as pretty as Edward himself did, maybe by the Penguin, or that pig Falcone.
He shouldn't have set you. Too risky. Send a follower? No, too complicated; not enough of them yet, everything still growing and finalising, piecing together in a lovely puzzle crafted by his mind. You might well go unnoticed, but if he dared go himself, it would be a horror show.
This was a baadddd idea.
The smooth click and glide of the lock twisting and opening up the heavy front door made him flinch out of his thoughts, murky green eyes jumping to the short hallway with hope and fear in his gaze. The same hope a puppy gets when its owner comes back home, the same fear a madman harbours in a dizzying craze, living off the what-ifs and obsessions their mind feeds them in the darkness.
When he speaks, it's in a rush, words tripping over each other and his voice catching, stumbling forwards to grip onto your shoulders with his soft but firm, trembling grip.
"You were gone too long," Edward insists, his fingers digging into the fabric of your sweater, searching for your warmth and reassurance, his eyes trying to take in every part of your face at once. "Too long... and I was worrying, and I felt sick, and I- you can't do it again, please, please, because-"
"It's alright, Eddie," you cut him short gently in amusement and sympathy, your arms fitting snugly around his neck as you embrace him. You easily fill him shiver at the contact, starving, aching, as he hugs you back with enough force to make you breathless, digging his face in your neck needily with a soft whining sound.
It's almost funny, how desperate and childlike he can be, all big green eyes sparkling with joy and awe at how readily you give your affections to him, his skin bare of any sweet touch from another being in Gotham other than yours. But he doesn't want anyone else's now, anyway. The rest of Gotham can sink into its corruption, and his hope incarnate can dance above the waves.
He gazes up at you in a slight daze, speechless, and you smile at him the way you do, the way that makes him smile back in giddy wonder, his thoughts spinning around and around like a carousel, all bright, pure lights and ethereal tunes.
"I miss you," Edward mumbles, half to himself, his stare wandering to study your eyes, your nose, your lips. "Always."
"I missed you too," you reply earnestly, "but it was worth it. I did what you said."
He blinks at your words, his attention circling back as he looks up into your eyes in curiosity and a sweet, almost innocent light, one that doesn't at all match the moment.
"I bugged his office," you clarify, nodding, "in and out. No one saw my face, and if they did, they won't remember it."
Edward lets out a slow breath, his expression loosening from intrigue and thought to the depths bubbling to the surface, his eyes spiked with venom and his words hushed with a small smirk.
"Oh," he mumbles, before giggling slightly, blinking up at you in pride and unhinged malice. "I love you."
You beam at his words, your fingers stroking down the plump curve. of his cheek, an action that makes him shudder and his breath catch in his throat, his eyes round and adoring.
"I love you too, Ed."
"I- I'll give you everything," he promises, his words rolling into lovestruck rambles between repeating your name, "everything I have. Every... everything."
There's that strange but familiar feral hunger in his eyes, not violent, but full of untethered passion and obsession, of love and lust, of everything he's never experienced before. And now that he is, he wants it all, wants it now, to feel everything at once and lose himself in endless spirals of pleasure and ecstasy that rakes up his spine and makes his voice crack and break-
"I'll never," Edward continues in a whisper, tugging you deeper into his arms, walking back and down onto his couch and pulling you with him, "never let you go. Everything will happen as it should, and I'll be there to get you... again, and again, and again, and again, and-"
You let him keep rambling on, his cheek rubbing against yours and ducking into the hot curve of your neck like a cat, his damp lips skimming your skin mindlessly, hanging onto you with his surprisingly strong grip, even though there's nowhere else to go. Tonight, there's nothing but the Riddler, his arms trapping you inside all that he is.
Black and green screens of computers running code down their displays absently fills the night with an eerie but almost comforting glow, polaroid pictures of his targets, red ink scribbled harshly in question marks and accusations over the glossy print. For you, there's a separate case of shots, most taken with you knowing, across the room in his apartment, with Edward grinning and giggling when you glare at him weakly in amusement and protest at the constant flashes and printing of pictures and mugshots.
No escape. None at all. You're with him for life, because you let him in, and like a virus, he ran through everything that makes you, you, drinking it in and fantasizing up until this very moment. A moment where Edward forgot about the blood he shed and the streams up for his cult following, the big board pinned with pictures and news clippings and rage in the form of black and white. He just clung to you fiercely, inhaled you, to do it all again the next morning, still trembling with the warmth and tremors of raw desire and love.
I am there, but cannot be seen," he whispers in your ear, nuzzling impossibly closer to you, his fingers lacing with yours, "to have me costs you nothing. To be without me costs you everything. What am I?"
You've heard this one before. It was in one of the little notes he left you during your first few meetings with him, and every one of his riddles seemed to have something to do with you, with how he saw you, absolutely angelic with no flaws, no blemishes, gorgeously unharmed by the wicked world of Gotham.
"Hope?" you guess correctly, glancing up at him expectantly, and he giggles again, his fingers tracing over your lips boldly, caught up in the moment and his own wonderful world of puzzles and clues.
"Or," Edward smiles brightly at you, resting his forehead against yours... and answering with your name.
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Should I start writing fanfic/hcs? Give me ideas perhaps.. idkâŠ..
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I try to draw comfort art but IDK WHY I cant like it, maybe its Eddie Jacket, idk, mmmmmmmmmmmmm
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Good Enough - Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Fem!Reader
Summary: Edward has never felt good enough for anyone or anything. When the self-help resources fail to work and the feelings of inadequacy grow stronger by the day, he begins to doubt that he's even worthy of being loved, but you're there to comfort him and remind him of just how much he matters.
Contents/Possible Warnings: Minor spoilers for Riddler: Year One, a lot of angst, hurt with comfort, fluff, mentions of smut (but no actual smut)
Repulsive. Broken. Unwanted. Not good enough. The words he told himself had buried their way into his thoughts, repeating themselves like a twisted mantra that never ended, even with the constant use of every self-help tip and coping skill he had learned. That same mantra had been there so long that he couldn't remember when it had first started.
Maybe it was never something new at any point; maybe it was just the truth that he kept trying to deny with ledgers filled line to line with positive affirmations that he could never convince himself of. 'You are good enough.' No, he wasn't. He never would be. He was fighting a losing battle against himself.
At least at the end of the day, he had someone to come back home to, someone who told him every day how much she loved him. Before he had met you his only form of salvation was his puzzles, like it had always been since he was a young child. With you here, though, he had more than just riddles and crosswords online and in the local paper to look forward to after a long workday. You were the only good thing that Gotham City had to offer. You were an angel, his angel.
He unlocked the door to his apartment and closed it behind him, a smile making its way onto his face at the sound of your shoes against the wooden floor as you made your way from the bedroom and toward him. You grinned widely as you saw him, your arms outstretched and wide open before you wrapped him in a tight hug.
"Hi," He murmured in greeting, hugging you back as he nuzzled his face into your soft, beautiful hair. You smiled even wider, looking up at him with eyes that always made him melt with just a single look into his own. "How was work, Eddie?" You questioned, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"It wasâ" He paused, trying to find the right words. Shit. It was shit. His boss was a condescending, passive-aggressive, arrogant prick who slacked off more than he worked and still managed to be more successful in his career than Edward had ever been. As much as he wanted to vent, he didn't want to burden you with more than he already was by being with you.
"Fine." He finally decided, putting on a fake smile. "Same old calculations and whatnot. Nothing interesting." He lied. It was another day of statements from Zach that were insulting enough to strike a nerve, but not obvious enough to report to HR. Not like it'd matter, it would probably get swept under the rug and forgotten about. Some days Edward wondered if his superior was actually the pompous dick he thought him to be or just an idiot with confidence.
"Oh." You could see right that smile on his face. Something was bothering him like it had been for days now and you could tell. It broke your heart knowing he was struggling and that same struggle left him unable to feel okay confiding in anyone. "Are you sure...?" You questioned, a hand moving upwards to cup his cheek gently, the man leaning into your comforting touch.
He had lied to you. How could you lie to her? You manipulative, disgusting freak. As the thoughts filled his head, guilt washed over him. God, he didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve your affection, and most certainly not your love. Did he deserve any love at all? Was there anything to love aboutâ
"Eddie?" Came your soft voice, the sound like that of an angel. He broke himself out of his thoughts, smiling at you again. "I think I'm gonna go pick us up some takeout for dinner. What do you want?" He changed the subject, moving away from you and back towards the door.
"No." You said a bit sternly, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the nearby couch, sitting down with him. "You're not getting out of this that easily. Tell me what's wrong, Eddie."
"It's not you, I promise that it's not." He insisted quickly, afraid he had upset you with his earlier lie. She's going to leave you. She never should've been yours to begin with. You ruin every good thing you get. He grew tense as the fears filled him and threatened to consume him whole. You were so perfect, so deserving of every amazing thing the world had to offer and more, and he was just... Edward Nashton.
"Woahwoahwoah!" Your hands shot forward at the sight of tears beginning to well up in his eyes, your thumbs wiping them away as they fell. "I'm not mad, honey. I justâ" You stopped, unsure how to phrase things. "I'm worried about you. You can tell me anything, as cliche as that sounds. You're not a burden to me; you never have been, and you never will be."
He buried his head into your shoulder, sobbing into it as your arms came to hold him close to you. "Why? Why do you love me? IâI don't understand..." He cried softly against you. "All of these years you've spent with me and I can't comprehend why. Is it out of pity?" He asked. While to anyone else it would've sounded like a bold accusatory remark, you knew that the question was genuine. He needed to know.
"Look at me, Edward." You commanded gently, him moving so he could face you and meet your eyes with his own. The sight of tears running down his face and wettening his glasses broke your heart. "Three years we've been together. In those three years, I've fallen more in love with you than I have anyone else. We've made love more times than I can count. I even wait for the day you'll put a ring on my finger, no matter which one it is. It could be made out of scrap metal for all I care, as long as it's from you.
You're smart, Eddie. Tell me, does everything I just listed sound like I only pity you? Or does it sound like I'm head-over-heels in love with the man in front of me? You are good enough. I love you, Edward Nashton."
That made him cry even harder, but you were there to hold him, just as you had been since you stumbled into his life. If he wasn't good enough for himself, then at least he was good enough for his angel. You wanted a ring on your finger? He'd get you one in due time. Anything for the one who showed him that he could be loved, that he wasn't some type of vermin in the cesspool that was Gotham City. You are good enough. For once, he believed it.
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â€ïž Glad youâre back! â€ïž
I canât remember your request guidelines rn so Iâm gonna play it safe. Coddling and complimenting Eddie? đ
RRRAHHHH THAT WAS QUICK!!!!!!! ALR, YES. Eddie needs to be spoiled and just. so much attention. I am very much willing to give that to him. that being said
cw: Eddie being traumatized (duh), a bit of angst, a dash of relationship issues, dw they fix it, happy ending, fluff
Never Too Much
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okay so bc of Eddie's past, we know he most probably has a lot of trouble getting into relationships, let alone romantic ones.
so when he met you, and obsessed over you, of course, he felt so lucky he could even breathe the same air as you
but nothing good ever lasts for him, everything is ripped away from him by this god forsaken city. he tries not to get too attached (and fails miserably) so he's shy for longer than he should be.
he's just trying to be prepared for when you'll leave him.
he's absolutely surprised when you don't
he doesn't say anything, of course, but he's just utterly confused
how? how didn't you leave him? all this city had taught him was how he wasn't good enough, how he was different, and how different people, people like him, don't get anything nice. don't deserve anything nice.
you notice this. you always do. it's not hard to tell when he's overthinking. he'll stop and take deep breaths or immerse himself in puzzles, but you're working on communication
you decide to start coddling Edward. to spoil him a little bit.
it doesn't even have to be something big, he'll be grateful for whatever you give him, although he doesn't quite know how to tell you or thank you properly
Eddie hadn't been your Eddie for the last two weeks or so, consumed with work and his plans to cleanse the city. He hadn't had the energy to be quite romantic or intimate lately, so things had been a little colder than usual. It hurt. Did he not love you?
One day you realized your mistake. Eddie? Your Eddie worshipped you. Sure, he could have his bad moments and want some time to himself, but after all the neglect and abuse he'd lived, he probably wanted to be coddled. He just was too embarrassed to ask you to do it. No wonder things had been like this. It was your turn to take the lead.
Now you knew, and you decided to take matters into your own hands. For the last couple of weeks you had been thinking of little ways to make him feel better, and today would finally be the day when you unleashed them all onto little unsuspecting Edward.
You hear the creak and slam of the door to your apartment. In comes Edward's tumbling silhouette, shuffling around to plop down on the couch next to you. Your sweet boy, all tired from work, all tired from this city. He always was.
"Eddie! Oh honey I missed you so much...", you coo, and his heart melts, because although he knows you adore him, he's used to having his absence not quite matter.
He's silent as he shuffles a little closer to you, and you immediately receive him with open arms and an inviting hug.
"Tough day?", you ask, and he nods. You do as well, and hold his shoulders.
"I got a little surprise for you, c'mon, follow me", you tell him. He looks at you, eyebrows knitted in confusion. You help him get up and slowly peel off his jacket, take his hand, and lead him to your bathroom.
He doesn't even get to see what it is before a sweet aroma invades his nostrils. Your tiny bathroom, adorned with scented candles, bubbles and rose petals floating on your tiny tub (if you could call it that).
What?
He looks at you, confused. Why would you do this? Why you, such an angelic being, the antithesis of this dirty city, do this for him, a broken man?
"I- you didn't-", he starts.
"I didn't have to, I know. But you've been so stressed lately and I wanted to help you relax...", you explain kindly. You start shredding your clothes, ready to enter the tub with him. You extend your hand to him, and he feels as if he's being dragged to the pearly gates of heaven.
"Besides, I've been missing you so much... I wanted you all to myself a lil' bit...", you say, and ignore the sting in your eyes. You really did miss him so so much...
"You can have me all to yourself whenever you want (Y/n)...", he stutters out, feeling guilty.
"Oh...", you let out. There he was, so kind, so sweet to you, so unapologetically yours.
"Well, in that case...", you say, almost seductively, but cover up a little once again when you remember your appearance. You were so busy planning this whole thing for today, you hadn't even shaved, you hadn't taken care of yourself. It felt overwhelming. What if your appearance ruined this whole things for him?
"Shit- I didn't- I forgot to- Sorry-"
He stares at you, but his eyes sparkle and his round face is flushed as if this was the first time he's ever seen you (which you both know is not the case).
"You know I don't care about those things. I want to see you...", he says, taking your hand. He looks at you, eyes full of adoration. His hands make their way to your waist and caress it gently, bringing you closer. He leaves a chaste kiss on your lips.
A few happy tears escape your eyes. There he was, the Eddie you've been missing. You help him undress, hands sliding lovingly over every inch of skin you know he's not fond of. Eddie. Your Eddie, so soft and round and most of all, so gentle.
You both get in the tub, cuddled up together. You don't even need to say a word. You both occasionally ask each other questions regarding doubts or insecurities, and reassure each other. When you're both satisfied with each other's answers you share the silence, snuggled up.
"You're so pretty, Eddie... my baby..."
He shivers, and you keep going.
"I love you, Eddie. You're kind and so so sweet. You deserve this, Eddie"
You notice by the way he shakes that now it's his turn to cry, happy cry, of course.
"My baby, you're so strong... You're safe here, you're okay. I love you Eddie, I'll never leave you". You coo.
He sobs, feeling free to break down in your presence. You kiss his tears away.
"Th-Thank you... you're too good to me... you do too much...", he hiccups.
"Oh, but don't you get it, Eddie? It's never too much", you reply, and for the first time, he begins to believe it.
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THE RIDDLERS LOVER - CHAPTER 1
THE NYMPH IN THE LABYRINTH
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Batman (Movie 2022), The Riddler: Year One Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Edward Nygma/Original Female Character(s), Edward Nashton/Original Female Character, The Riddler/Original Female Character(s), The riddler/Paul Dano Characters: Edward Nygma, The Riddler, Edward Nashton, Original Female Character(s), Officer Martinez (The Batman Movie 2022), Jim Gordon (DCU), Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Graphic descriptions of violence, Dark romance (Im not shitting about this one), Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape/Non-con Elements, Catholic Guilt, Past Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Stalking, Toxic Relationship, Childhood Friends, Trigger warning: Priests and nuns, The female lead is a serial killer, Virgin Edward, Touch starved Edward, Breeding Kink, Urophilia (Just a little...), Masochism, Sadism, Graphic Depictions of Illness, Loss of Virginity, depictions of torture, Heavy BDSM, male penetration, Yes he gets pegged :), The female lead is a femme fatal, Edward is a bisexual and i would die on that hill, Its so fun writting about trauma, Obsessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, autistic Edward, Eventually there would be romance but first smut and trauma, OC its A VILLAIN, Fluff and Angst, tons of angst, Both love to hurt each other its their kink, Rope Bondage, They despise the other, But they literally cannot live without the other, Schizophrenia, I hope i write about it... in a decent way?, Stockholm Syndrome, they are both switch, Humiliation, Praise Kink, Maybe im missing some other tags, But this fic has intense BDSM and a lot of kinks...
 Summary:
Against everybody would think, Edward Naston had only one friend in his entire life, and the same one that owns his soul. Emiliana Guzman grew up with him in the Gotham orphanage since the tragic accident that made her lose everything. Foster and foreign, Edward gives it a shot on his curiosity and offers to teach her english.
After ten years without contact, Edward finds her again, changed and beautifully lethal. Emiliana is a serial killer, and she is behind the same target Edward wants. âWhat would you do if your best friend became better than you at everything? Would you let her have what is your life purpose or destroy her?â
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Hi! I dont know how this really works, and everytime i see others peoples works with all those gifs and flashing lights scare the shit out of me xd. Im an old victorian lady by heart, so im doing my best trying to publish this shit xd. I would love to see your comments and your thoughts <3 (im sorry my drawings sucks, i just started drawing in digital this july).Â
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HI FAMILY I'M BACK AND NEEDING SAD, HEARTBREAKING AND TEETH SHAKING FANFICS
pls recommend me sad fics, the most sadly and horrified fics that you have/know. can be of wherever you want, if I know the fandom I would read it (but I don't read canonxcanon/shipp things bcs it's not my style)
Edit: I need something that leaves me like this
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Dano!Riddler x Fem!Reader, word count: 1k giveaway commission: thank you @cml-san for an excuse to get back to this loser boy!! eddie is released from arkham on advise of his psychologist and is transferred into the care of a stranger from his past who has been inspired by him in their own life as an aspiring actress/singerđđ request info âą prompt list âą send me a request âą kofi âą masterlist minors DNI!! đ cw: it's kind of unhealthy attachment fluff i guess!!
He'd been granted parole, much to his own surprise. Edward was smart though. He'd studied psychology, books upon books in his apartment, trying to figure out what he might say in order to convince them he was sane, that he was safe to be returned back to society. And he'd tricked the psychologists, his doctors, the warden. The one hurdle, however, that he wasn't sure how he had navigated it, was the supervisory element of his freedom.
There had to be someone on the outside who was willing to take responsibility for his wellbeing, to facilitate his reacclimating to the world, and Ed had no one.
But someone out there had agreed to take him on. A gesture he'd never known. No one had offered to take him from the orphanage. No one had offered to take him out of the low level position he'd slaved at for years. So why would someone offer now?
Long gone were his hopes that it might have been Batman, looking to help Eddie find redemption, to have him as his assistant, finally understanding what it was that Eddie was doing for him.
As he was ushered out through the last of the doors that kept him prisoner, Eddie looked out towards the wrought iron gates. The last threshold. And just beyond them, a woman standing by a car. Someone vaguely familiar.
He had managed to place you by the time he was walking out of the Arkham grounds. You had gone to college with him. His quiet, unspoken crush. There you were, reaching your arms out to hold him, pulling him into a warm embrace.
"Eddie! I'm so glad to see you. I don't know if you remember me, but-"
"Of course I remember you."
You blushed at his words, a warm smile spreading into your cheeks. For a brief moment, Eddie wondered if he was actually dreaming. Freedom, reconnecting with a cute girl he'd been madly in love with? It didn't feel real. Even when you had driven back into the city, settling in at a booth at the back of a diner, he was certain he was going to wake up at any moment. But he kept himself invested in the conversation.
"So... you know what I've been doing lately..."
The topic was a difficult one, but he had to at least reference it, quickly, before changing the subject.
"... What have you been doing since school?"
As awkward as the topic might have been for him, it was just as uncomfortable for you.
"Well... truthfully, not much. There was a lot that I wanted to do. I wanted to act, but I never made it past any local commercials. And then I thought I could sing, but I'm kind of stuck at the lounge right now, doing late nights... only on week days."
You twiddled your thumbs, trying to turn things around, not wanting to sound so down on life now that Eddie had his back.
"I have a radio show too! In fact, I was inspired by you... by your words. Your streams."
Eddie choked on his sip of coffee, completely surprised by not only his effect on you, but the fact you were so casually bringing it up.
"R-really?"
"Yeah! I uh... I usually just talk, play some music, break some stories where I can. When I came across your streams, though... I knew there was more I could be doing. Like you. You're kind of my muse, Eddie."
You reached over the table, taking his hand in yours. It was warm and clammy, and you could see the nerves on his face, in his eyes.
"You know, I haven't done what I wanted to in life either. And anything I have done, it's been because of your inspiration. When I'm singing, it's like I'm serenading you, making a promise to you. And I owe you for all of this."
Eddie's eyes were wider now, dark pupils almost covering the iris as he watched your lips move with your words, not quite believing what he was hearing. Deciding that the silence couldn't get any more awkward, you made the choice to confess a long held secret to him.
"You know... I had a huge crush on you in college. I think we only shared two classes together, but those were my favourites. You never reciprocated though, which is fine of course, I just-"
"I thought it was a joke."
Your hand was still on his, but you let your grip loosen just a little, surprised by his statement.
"Eddie... I would never..."
Making up for the slight lack of contact, Eddie found it in him to squeeze your hand back.
"I know that. Now."
Another prolonged silence, one that felt a little more comfortable this time. You both finished your coffee, picking at the food on your plates as you both tried to figure out what to say next. Eddie was still wondering why you had offered your time up for him, and you were wondering how to tell him why. It was you that broke first, realising that he was vulnerable, confused, and deserved to know the truth.
"Eddie, you and I have a lot of work to do."
"What... what work?"
"I know what you want from life, Eddie. You want to complete your goal. Your mission. And I want... well, I want you.
He was staring intently, unblinking, a slight smile crossing his lips as the understanding sank in.
"You don't get many second chances in life. At love. At fate. At revenge. But I think if we work together, we can make it work for us. Don't you?"
Eddie nodded, his hand squeezing yours tighter than ever now. A giddy feeling pulsing through his chest. He'd been offered a second chance at everything, and he wasn't going to fail twice.
"I think we can. Just you and I. Real partners. Together."
Grinning, you sipped the last bit of coffee from your mug and held his hand as you left the booth, pulling him after you.
"Let's go get started then."
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cam 3
pairing: Edward Nashton x GN!Reader
part: 1, 2, 3
summary: Edward finally gets the courage to return the books he doesnât need. Or maybe he just finally gets the courage to see you again.
contains: reader works at a bookstore, obsessed edward
warnings: dub-con, stalking
word count: 3.5k
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a.n: i uploaded this first on ao3 under the name "cam" - deerrat
Edward had forced himself to stop watching you every night, and it was agony.
He sits hunched over his cluttered desk, pushing aside the left-over container of takeout from last night. Or is it from the day before then? He canât remember. His brain felt more jumbled than usual, much like his apartment. Papers were strewn in an organized chaos, books he had bought stacked in front of him, and a desk lamp casting a pale halo over the whole mess. He stares at the black void of his monitor, fingers steepled under his chin as though in prayer. But the object of is devotion wasnât something traditionally divine. It was you.
He closes his eyes, letting the memory wash over him, just as it had for days now. It still haunted him, wracking him with humiliation â how he hadnât reacted more to your joke. He had been too worried about his financial situation to notice the way your voice had risen in soft amusement as you made that small joke â âYou sure this is all?â You werenât making fun of him. You were too kind to do that. You wanted to engage in a lighthearted exchange. At least he hoped this was the case. He shouldâve said something clever â wittier. Banter â thatâs what people liked, right? Instead, he giggled pathetically, like a nervous schoolgirl. How mortifying.
How did I not find out that you worked there? he thinks. It wasnât a coincidence, no. Coincidence was too random, too cold for something as perfect as this. This was fate. It was a deliberate act of providence pulling him into your orbit. How could he have been so blind? All these weeks of watching, observing, and protecting you, but he never thought fate would intervene so directly. You, his angel, his penance and salvation, worked in the very bookstore he had visited for his plans without any prior knowledge of this.
Edward shifts in his chair, picking up one of the books from the pile on his desk. He thumbs through its pages, inhaling deeply to pick up any remnant of the bookstore. The words swam meaninglessly in his head â he wasnât even sure he needed this book for his research. Only a few that he bought were helpful, the restâŠhad been props that gave him more time with you and not between monitors. The guilt began to claw at him, then, sharper than it had been in days.
That thought burned in him, a smoldering ember of shame. He wasnât supposed to be monitoring you. He wasnât supposed to follow your life like this. It was wrong for him to do this â he knew that. Edward swallowed hard and lowered his head. I am more than unworthy. He watched you in secret, through the forbidden lens of your webcam. He worshipped you like a sinner who itched to dare touch the divine. It was maddening torture. He was holding back as much as he could.
He glances at your crumpled photograph on his desk, a grainy printout heâd taken from a frozen frame of the feed. Your eyes were wide â unaware â staring back at him. And, for a moment, he hated himself. He hates how much he grew to need you, how much he craves the heat of your gaze to leave scorch marks all over his body. He wanted you to see him â to see him for who he truly was. He knew you could since you had such a kind soul. Edward presses his palms against his eyes, the edges of his vision turning red.
âForgive me,â he whispers. He wasnât sure if he was speaking to you, to God, or to the hollow space inside himself.
But Edward had always struggled with the line between right and wrong, hadnât he? Especially when it was down to something as overwhelming and consuming as you. He clenches his fists, shaking his head violently as if it would get rid of the thought.
But, as he often does, he found a way to justify it. You had come into his life for a reason. He didnât seek out your hacked webcam â it just happened to be there. He didnât seek out where you worked â he was only there for his research. He stumbled into the store, nothing more than another nameless customer to you. But he knew there was something more. Surely, there was a purpose behind this. His breath hitches as he remembers your face, the way the overhead lights and fell across your features. Divine. Just⊠divine. He was, honest to God, grateful that he had bought so many books; his plan for just a few seconds more with you worked somewhat. He only wishes he paid more attention to what he picked up. Some of these were of no use to him whatsoever.
The receipt.
Edward, suddenly frantic, begins digging through the piles of trash on his desk. The thin slip of paper was slightly crumpled, the ink faintly legible. He smooths it carefully over a clean spot on his desk.
He couldnât go back to that bookstore, right? Could he? What if you realized what he was this time. What if you looked right through him and witnessed the depravity in the recesses of his mind? But what if he couldnât bring himself to ever go back? The that of letting this chance â this miracle - slip away made his chest tighten almost painfully.
His thin lips twist into a nervous, trembling smile. The books he didnât need anymore â they were his excuse. The reason he gave himself to go back. How had he forgotten? But it wasnât just an excuse â it was an offering. He would place himself before you again, risking rejection, risking everything, because that is what you deserved.
With unsteady hands, Edward begins to sort through the books on his desk. He would stand before you, hoping you would see him as him. Not as a stranger, but as someone meant to be there.
Because he was meant to be there.
Fate had made that so.
The soft humming coming from the computer was the only sound in the room, steady and swallowing the silence. Edward sits before the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard in hesitancy. He doesnât know if he should proceed. He swore to himself â swore â that he wouldnât do this anymore. No, not after seeing you. Not after speaking to you. That encounter should have been enough to quench any thirst of watching you without your knowledge. It should have been sacred.
But he was weak. Weak and pathetic.
âItâs not wrong,â he murmurs, his voice cracking under the weight of his lie. âItâs not⊠Iâm just making sure youâre okay.â
The mouse moves under his trembling hand, navigating through various folders and encrypted paths until a hacked feed blinks to life. It flickers for a moment before stabilizing, revealing the small, intimate view of your world. The camera is angled to show just enough of this corner of your apartment â your couch, a bookshelf, and part of your kitchen.
God, there you were.
Edwardâs breath catches in his throat as he leans closer to the screen, glasses slipping just slightly down the bridge of his nose. You are in the kitchen, back turned to the camera as you reach for something in a cupboard. The nature of the mundane scene was supposed to have reassured him. It should have been proof that you are safe, and that you didnât need him hovering over you like this. But he canât look away.
You move with an unconscious grace that he finds absolutely mesmerizing. Every gesture of yours was imbued with meaning. The way you tilt your head as you pour water into a mug, the soft sigh that escapes your lips are you settle on the couch with your tea. You look so cozy; he almost wants to get up and make himself a cup of tea.
âIâm not doing anything bad. This isnât wrong,â he whispers, brows pinching together. He presses a hand to his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater to quiet the rapid pounding of his heart. âItâs not. I missed you. I just wanted to see you.â
The guilt was there, he could feel it, but he pushes it aside. He canât stop now. You were just too precious, sitting there in the comfort of your apartment. The world was filled with many dangers you couldnât possibly anticipate. Edward wanted to shield you from them.
His chair creaks as he leans back, tearing his gaze from the screen for only a moment. He taps his fingers on the desk with a relentless rhythm. Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. Heâs not strong enough to let you go â not yet. A soft sound from the feed draws his attention back to the screen. You had pulled out a book and were now reading, tucking your legs under you. His mouth went dry. This was almost too much for him. His lips part in a quiet gasp as he tries to keep himself from letting his eyes stare greedily at your bare legs.
In a sort of distraction, Edward reaches for the black notebook on his desk. He flips to the page where he had written your name. He adds another line beneath the things he already scrawled:
Reads in the evening. Looks peaceful. Like a saint in quiet contemplation.
The words blur as his eyes fill with unshed tears. He quickly closes the notebook with shaking hands. He didnât dare look back at the screen.
âEnough,â he mutters pathetically. âThatâs enough.â
He minimizes the feed but doesnât close it, the tiny icon blinks at the bottom of the screen like a beacon. His resolve wavers for only a brief moment before he turns his attention to another task. Pulling up the bookstoreâs system, he had found this to be quite easy. He hacked the website shortly after learning you worked there. He navigates through the interface with a practiced ease, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he looks for a schedule. When he sees your name appear, his heart skips a beat.
âTomorrow?â he whispers, lips curling into a smile. âYouâll be there tomorrow.â
He sits back in his chair, the tension in his shoulders easing. What he was doing wasnât wrong. He was just preparing â it was part of his mission. He had to know and make sure that you would be there when he returned the books. Edward glances at the icon where your feed was, hand over the mouse. Just one more look - just to make sure you were still safe.
Instead, and with all the strength he could muster, he closes it and stands up, the wheels of his chair scraping against the floor. He turns away from the computer, closing his eyes and clenching his fists at his sides.
âForgive me,â he murmurs. âForgive me for what I am.â
The words hang heavy and low in the air as he moves to his bed. The screen behind him glows on, casting long shadows across the room.
Tomorrow. He just had to wait for tomorrow, and then he would see you again. Patience was a virtue.
Edward stands in front of the glass door of the bookstore, the strap of his canvas bag digging into his shoulder as he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. His pulse is erratic, the beats thundering in his ears like a drum signaling an impending reckoning. Edward had timed his arrival perfectly. He couldnât be too early because returning books wouldnât take too long, and he wanted to see you. He couldnât arrive the second you got there because you wouldnât have settled in immediately. He came just in time, assuming youâd be behind the counter or doing some other tasks around the store.
He adjusts his glasses with shaky hands and pauses momentarily to mumble a small prayer. He lets his arm fall back to his side and grips the door handle. Stepping inside, the small bell above the entrance chimes. The sound reverberates through him like a church bell, calling the faithful to worship. The bookstore was warm and inviting, the scent of paper and wood polish attacking his senses. He stores every detail â the layout of the shelves, awkwardly placed stacks of books, the other customers browsing the aisles, and the distant singing of a playlist drifting through the air.
You are crouched near one of the lower shelves next to the counter, sliding a book into place with careful precision. Edwardâs breath falters, body tensing as though struck by a divine force. Youâre entirely unaware of him as you focus on your task. But, to Edward, you are the center of the universe and the axis upon which everything turns. He clutches the strap of the bag tighter, knuckles whitening as a thousand thoughts race through his mind. Should I approach you now? Would that seem strange? What if he says something wrong, something that shatters the fragile connection he believes you share?
For a moment, he considers turning around and leaving â never to return. But the thought of wasting this chance â this gift â was unbearable. He forces his legs to move before the instinct to run away fully takes over. The sounds of his shoes against the wooden floor must have caught your attention because you stand and turn toward him. When your eyes meet his, Edwardâs stomach twists violently, a heady mix of elation and terror floods his senses.
âHi there,â you say sweetly and softly. Recognition lights up your expression, and you offer him a small smile. âBack so soon?â
Edward freezes, his tongue suddenly feeling too large for his mouth. The logical part of his mind screams at him to say something - anything â but the words are tangled in his throat.
âI⊠uhâŠâ He shifts the bag on his shoulder and awkwardly fumbles with the strap. âI⊠bought too many. I mean-I donât need all of them. I thought, thought I did, butâŠâ
His voice trails off and he averts his gaze, rounded cheeks flushing a deep red. You tilt your head slightly, your smile growing a fraction wider. Edward swears he could see some type of glow in your eyes â like a little switch went off. Was it kindness? Patience?
âHey, it happens,â you shrug and gesture toward the counter. âGo ahead and set them down. I can take care of the return for you.â
Edward moves closer to the counter; his movements were stiff and mechanical as though he were a puppet on strings. He pulls the books from his bag and stacks them as neatly as he can, careful not to let them tumble. You glance at the titles as you begin processing the return, fingers moving deftly over the register.
âGuess you had an ambitious reading list, huh?â Your eyes flick up to his, a playful smile on your lips.
Edward blinks, stunned by the sound of your voice addressing him directly. He nods â too quickly â and clutches the edge of the counter to ground himself.
âYeah,â he mutters, his voice barely above a whistle.
You chuckle softly, the sound light and airy and perfect. Edwardâs chest tightens. That noise had just carved itself into his memory. He watches as you start the return process, using the receipt and credit card he fumbled to place on the counter.
âWell,â you say, sliding the receipt closer to him. âIf you decide you need them after all, you know where to find us.â
Edward stares at the receipt for a moment, willing himself to respond, to say something witty or memorable. Instead, all he manages is a mumbled âThank you.â
As he tucks the receipt into his bag, you give him one last smile. A simple, fleeting thing that leaves him both ecstatic and hollow.
âHave a great day.â You give a small wave before turning your attention back to the register.
Edward lingers for a moment longer, feet rooted to the spot. He wants to say more and extend the moment, but the heavy weight of his nerves presses him back. He turns and walks to the door, each step feeling heavier than the last.
After stepping outside, the cold hair hits him like a slap, shocking him out of his haze. He seizes the strap of his bag tightly, heart still pounding. You spoke to him more than he thought you would. You even smiled at him. And though the interaction was short-lived, it felt monumental.
This wasnât the end, he tells himself. It canât be. This was only the beginning.
The walk home was a blur for Edward. The world had reduced itself to muted colors and distant sounds as his mind churns in relentless turmoil. His hand clutches the receipt in his pocket, the thin paper crumpling from the force of his grip. He replays the encounter over in his mind, each iteration punctured by a fresh wave of self-recrimination.
âIdiot,â he mutters under his breath as he climbs the stairs to his apartment. âWhy didnât I say something normal? Anything?â
He fumbles with his keys, the jangling sound sharp against the oppressive silence of the hallway. He finally manages to shove the door open, and slam it shut behind him. He turns around and leans against it, chest heaving as though he ran a marathon. His eyes flutter closed and he presses his forehead against the cool wood. Your face lingers in his mind like an afterimage burning into his vision.
Edwardâs heart clenches painfully, the memory of it both calming and tormenting. You smiled at himâfour times. Not only out of obligation or politeness, but with a genuine warmth. The kind of warmth that someone like him doesnât deserve. He pulls the receipt from his pocket, uncrumpling it. This â it wasnât just a piece of paper anymore; it was proof. Proof that you saw him, spoke to him, shared the smallest moment with him. This was sacred, a tangible fragment of your interaction. He crosses the room with hurried movements. He pulls open a drawer, retrieving a small, unassuming box. He stares at the pictures he has of you in there before gingerly and reverently placing the receipt inside. He stares at everything in the box again, his breathing shallow. It was all wrong, all of it. And, he knew that. But even as shame courses through him, so does something else. Something thatâs deeper, darker, and more powerful.
âI canât help it,â he whispers, his voice breaking. âYouâre⊠youâre my everything.â
He shuts the box quickly and pushes it aside, making his way to his desk. The computer was waiting for him â as if expecting what he was going to do. He hesitates even letting his hands go near the keyboard.
âI just want to make sure you got home safe,â he murmurs as he searches for your webcam.
The soft flow of a nearby lamp shines a light on your figure. You are seated at a table, a pen in hand, scribbling something in a notebook. You bite your bottom lip in concentration, briefly glancing up at your laptop to see whatever you were writing notes for. Edward pretends that heâs sitting across from you â admiring you. He rests his chin on his hands, eyes fixing on you.
 But beneath all that adoration, a storm rages. His thoughts spiral into darker places, every moment of calm shattering by the fresh surge of self-loathing. What was he doing? Watching you like this â hoarding every moment like you were lovers. Pretending to be in the same room as you. How could he claim to care for you when his actions were so disgustingly invasive, so wrong?
âIâm protecting you. Iâm doing this for you.â But the words sound hollow in his own ears.
The lie is becoming harder to sustain. He knows that. He can feel it in the way his chest aches. His fingers itch to reach out through the screen and finally bridge the impossible distance between you.
Edward pushes back from the desk and stands abruptly. He begins to pace in the claustrophobic confines of his apartment, his hands gripping his hair as he struggles to contain the chaos within him. And yet, he knows he canât stop.
He canât walk away. He canât let you go. The though to removing himself from your life â even in this unseen way â was too painful. You were a light in his darkness and the only thing that made the endless nights worth enduring. He sinks to his knees, hands clasped together, pressing his chest against his thighs as though in full supplication.
âI swear,â he whispers, tears slipping down his cheeks. âI swear Iâll protect you. From everything. Frome everyone.â
He whines as the final vow slips from his lips:
âEven from myself.â
But, deep down, Edward knows that it was a promise he was too weak to keep.
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Can I ask for a Dano Riddler imagine? where him and Yn grew up together (she was in the girls wing of the orphanage and they talked through the walls, like him and the joker on the film) and she goes to see him in Arkham, and she's really sad that he's there, because they promissed each other that they'd never leave one another, and it's tearful and all, but he promisses her that he'll leave soon and never be apart ever againđâ€
A/N: I've just gotten round to reading the fourth issue of Riddler Year One so yessss I've totally got plenty of inspo for this imagine đ enjoy!!
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"She doesn't say much. And when she does, it's hard to make it out. Shy little thing. Still, she'll get used to it. She'll have to."
You were only four or five when you were dumped in Gotham's orphanage, clutching onto your soft toy as an only source of comfort and some kind of stability in a terrifying world, and an even worse city. You were quiet, barely spoke, and when you did, it was in whispers, all wide, innocent eyes and secretive, the hood up on your little hoodie as you tried your best to hide yourself from everything and everyone. Just a toddler, with a sweet life twisted by death and misfortune that you barely understood as a toddler. You had shuffled meekly behind a carer who led you into the orphanage, a cold and cruel building that they expected you to call home.
The other kids there seemed so much bigger, loud and dominating and aggressive, half of them on drops, only around twelve years old. Others were plain bullies with filthy mouths and hateful glares, children's eyes glancing at you, assessing your small, shy form, before they carried on with what they were doing in disinterest.
You had buried your face in your toy and pulled the fabric of your hood up past your hair and head, over your forehead, shadowing your face, trying to disappear in it. You pulled your legs up to your chest and watched everything happen behind your toy, its fur pressed up against your face. A group of kids watched TV and fought over the remote, others played nearby outside, but from your spot hunched in a corner, opposite you, sat a boy almost as quiet as you. You gazed at him in silence for a few long minutes, absorbed in his puzzle book, and only when he looked up to get a fresh pencil did he notice your young, curious eyes fixed on him.
He was a few years older than you, with glasses pushed up his nose, making his murky green eyes twinkle as they looked back at you nervously. He gave you a small smile, the first genuine smile you'd received in maybe your whole life, awkward and hesitant. You blinked back at him timidly, hugging your toy closer with little hands, returning his smile bashfully. The boy seemed taken aback by the action, and beamed at you, a beat of hesitance passing before he offered you a pen. You stared at it, then at him, and wandered over, sitting beside him and accepting his offer. You barely knew how to read or write, and so you watched him instead, the quiet boy with a nice smile and lots of books, day after day.
And as the days went by, both of you becoming closer and more comfortable together, Edward would start talking to you in his small, sweet voice, writing answers to riddles with a hand over yours, pulling your littler form into his lap after a couple of weeks and reading to you, then helping you read, helping you speak up a little. He'd even speak for you with others, managing to push past his own shyness every so often to help you, to repeat your whispered, lispy voice to those who couldn't catch it. You'd trail after him throughout the day when you could, before you were taken back to the girls' dorm, and you'd linger in the separating corridor, afraid of the idea of you two parting and him never coming back out of his long, shared boys' room.
"I'll see you in the morning," He'd always say soothingly, giving you a warm hug, bending down slightly so you could return it properly. "I'll never leave you. You know that."
And you'd nod, because you knew Edward was telling the truth by the way he said it and looked at you with earnest, young eyes, letting you borrow a book to amuse yourself with if the nights got too long,
But then foster families and adoptees started popping up. And you, being a young, sweet-looking child, albeit a little shy, are swept up into the grips of a random 'family,' and the quickness of how your name's signed away to people you don't even know and have no say over makes your head spin. The orphanage was overcrowded anyway, and one less mouth to feed in exchange for money made all the difference.
Edward, on the other hand, was beside himself.
Newspapers and library books on adoption and rules and any ways to prevent what was happening piled up beside his bed, to the dorm he'd been disciplined to stay in for his shocking outbursts of frustration and hatred and upset. Thomas Wayne's renewal plan could help him, he thought. He'd already assured him that he could get to a special school to study and learn and have a brighter future.
So on the last night you could spend together, sneaking out of the corridor of a room you slept in with the other girls, Edward filled out the form in his shaky, uneven writing, stating on one line that he wanted to go to the school he'd talked about, and on the other, 'I want to stay with my best friend and stop them from being taken away by bad people.'
REJECTED.
The word stamped in bold, horrid red print was the response he got, the word that bled into his mind as you were made to pack a bag and wave goodbye and go, handing your young life over to strangers, and Edward couldn't do a thing about it. You were carted off out of Gotham to go to school and expected to become a whole new person.
But you couldn't.
The years went by agonisingly slowly, and with every one that passed, you thought about him, your friend, Edward. Did he get adopted too? Did he manage to find some source of happiness and hope afterwards? Would he even remember you if you went back?
Eventually, you save up enough money and have enough time to go back to where it all started, in the unfeeling streets of Gotham City. You had no idea where to look, and after hearing from someone that the orphanage had been burned down ages ago, your last resort was to ask at the GCPD.
"Sorry to bother you," you say with an awkward smile, as a detective greets you and asks if he can be any help; 'Lieutenant James Gordon,' his name tag reads, "I'm looking for someone who I think still lives here? We were friends a while ago, and... I'm sorry, you look busy."
"We are quite busy, Miss," Gordon tells you, looking a little overwhelmed. "We've just managed to catch some crazy psycho who's been letting hell loose recently."
Your eyes widen in confusion and interest. "Wow... that's... yeah, I'm sorry, it's okay."
"No, go on," Gordon nods, letting you into his office, "have you got a name, address or anything?"
"I don't know his address," you say in uncertainty. "We were friends as kids. His name's Edward. Edward Nashton?"
Jams Gordon stops abruptly, whirling around to face you with demanding, bewildered eyes.
"Excuse me?"
You frown. "What?"
"Are you trying to be funny?" Gordon says in shock. "Edward Nashton? That's who you're looking for?"
You nod slowly, and Gordon sighs, taking off his glasses and hiding his face in a hand.
"Look, Miss, I don't know how new you are to Gotham, but Edward Nashton has just been arrested and sent to Arkham Asylum for the crimes committed under the name of The Riddler. He was only just apprehended a few hours ago."
Your breath catches in your throat in disbelief, as Gordon's eyes narrow suspiciously, looking you up and down.
"And you really knew nothing about this? You aren't an accessory?"
"I- no," you shake your head, "I only just made it to Gotham this evening."
Gordon nods slowly, though he still doesn't seem convinced. He suddenly grabs his jacket and opens the office door, glancing back at you.
"Come with me."
You follow him meekly, as he leads you out of the building and into a police car. Are you going to be arrested? Could your Eddie really have done this? Why?
Gordon stops outside Arkham, opening the car door for you to step out, and leads you inside, showing his badge to the guards, who let you proceed. The walls are strong and metallic and thick, and the cells are sealed with heavy iron doors with a small, barred rectangular window at their tops. You try not to let your attention wander, sticking close to Gordon, until he reaches an interrogation room. A mad dressed in a jet-black bat suit already stands there with a frustrated look in his dark eyes, and Gordon signals for you to wait as he goes over to the Batman and whispers something you can't quite make out in his ear. The Batman looks over at you quickly, his expression unreadable, and then he approaches you.
"You know Nashton?" his deep, whispery voice states more than asks, and you nod.
Batman stares at you for another moment before marching back into the interrogation room, nodding at you impatiently to come in. You do, blinking at the hard lights and the security cameras glaring at you from the corners of the room. And, behind the strong, glass partition and metal desk, a young man sits staring at you in disbelief.
Clear, dorky glasses. Murky green eyes. Soft, sandy brown hair. It's definitely him.
"Edward?" you say breathlessly, going to step closer, but the Batman gives you a wary look. "Ed, is that really you?"
He nods wordlessly, his eyes wide and stunned. But beneath that familiar, comforting look he's always had, there's a layer you can only just make out, like a hidden spark of insanity, one that's made the whole city go into a frenzy and even The Batman apprehensive. Edward whispers your name like a prayer, his hands pressed up against the protective glass.
"You came back," he says in wonder, as Gordon and Batman glance between the two of you in uncertainty, but you're not focused on them at all, like the whole world is disappearing around you. "I- I knew you would..."
"What happened?" you say, overwhelmed by the whole scenario, staring in wonder at the now grown-up orphan labelled a criminal in front of you. "What did you do?"
"What I had to do," he smiles brightly, adoringly at you, that glimmer of insanity coming to the surface. "What they made me do. And I did it for you, too."
"Me?"
"Who else?" Edward giggles, standing up and moving closer to the glass, his hands cuffed and chained. "They tried to break us apart. But you came back. I've been waiting for so long..."
"What does she know about this?" The Batman slices through the moment, and Edward glances at him distractedly. "Have you been doing this together?"
"Of course not," Edward breathes, turning his attention back to you with a sweet smile. "She's too pure for that. Too shy, and lovely... it was me. But you inspired me," he insists, looking straight at you, "to make a clean slate, and clean it all up, so that it'd be perfect for us. And it will be, angel. You coming back was the last piece of the puzzle." Edward suddenly gives you that all-too familiar soft, loving look you'd seen back in the orphanage, and you have to fight to compose yourself, wanting so badly to run to him like you did so many times before. "You look so beautiful. You haven't changed a bit..."
You feel like crying, stunned by the casualness of what he's saying and admitting to. "I... oh Edward..." you shake your head, giving him a desperate look. "You're in Arkham."
"That's right," Batman interjects again, "you can't be together. You're a psychopath, Nashton. You're not getting out. I'm sending her back home."
"No, wait," you cut in desperately, still feeling just as drawn to the genius madman even after the dark truths, "please, I don't want to leave him, I can help..."
A guard interrupts, bursting into the interrogation room, and you all turn to him.
"There's been explosions," the guard announces, "the city walls have collapsed and the main road's flooded."
As he speaks, Edward giggles to himself, giving the masked vigilante a dark, unhinged look that makes your heart jump in your chest.
"She's not going anywhere," he says excitedly, grinning at you. "You're right where you need to be. We can watch the whole thing together."
The Batman dithers between leaving and staying, eventually rushing out of the room, along with Gordon, to deal with the flooding crisis, and a guard hustles you out of the room as Edward's voice calls out your name from behind you.
"You'll never leave me again! We were meant to be! You know it's true, darling! You know!"
You manage to glance back at him as you leave, studying his crazed, ecstatic look, that same softness in his eyes as the day you had to leave, but tainted with madness. But as you look, you can't help but smile back at him slightly, because you know it's true.
As the waters invade the city and the building erupts into panic along with the rest of Gotham, you know it's true. And maybe that'll make this all worth it.
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àš first date with Edward Nashton à§
(gn reader)
- he is DRIPPING in sweat, this man is so nervous. partially because he's never actually went on a date before, dating and meeting someone is very new to him. and of course if it's going on a date with you its even more nerve racking for him, since he wants to make it one of the best dates ever ofc!
- For first times u both settled on the idea of eating at a restaurant, it was just a tiny diner in one of the streets of Gotham. You told Edward you would be done around 6 pm. He usually visited u with the subway and did so this time as well. He was there knocking at ur door precisely at 5:59 pm.
- He stood there awkwardly fiddling with his hands, pacing back and forth a bit on his heels as well. His heart was almost beating out of his chest. You then opened the door, smiling brightly at him n telling him he can come in for a little.
- You finish off by putting on your shoes and getting your belongings. Once again Edward stood there pacing back and forth a little. You could obviously tell he was nervous, but as to not make him uncomfortable u pretended to ignore it. "You all set Ed?" He flinches a bit, lost in thought. "Y-Yea! sorry-" you smile at him and make a walk for the door.
- After taking the subway together talking abt recent Batman sightings, since u both have that interest in common. A bit of walking and more talking, you arrive at the restaurant. Edward quickly opened the door for you making you chuckle at him. "Thank you sir~" you say and he chuckles a little as well.
- A woman got u two seated and u ordered some drinks. She hands u a menu n smiles. "Have u been here before Ed?" You ask looking over at him from above the menu card. "Hmm...no I havent, but I've seen this place while walking over to work, thought it looked good" he smiles. "Well I'm excited to see if it indeed is good" you smile back. After a while u guys ordered and chatted for a bit again. Edward looked at u with admiration in his eyes. It was obvious he had been interested in u for a while, the guy snuck around at work always trying to find a way to be around you. Thinking nothing weird of it u asked if u could eat lunch with him someday and found out how amazing he actually is and how many things u have in common together!
- You both ate ur food, while chatting and laughing. The evening sky quickly settled down into night sky, time had flown by. Edward decides to take u back to ur home to make sure ur safe. At the door you smile at him and thank him for the lovely evening. He smiles and gets a bit of a red tint on his cheeks. You give him a little kiss on the cheek and wish him goodnight, closing the door in front of him.
- He stood there for a little, trying to collect himself. You had kissed him on the cheek??!! He thought to himself how he got so lucky. That cheek is now not being washed lolol.
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thank you so much for reading !
riddler and paul dano have been my hyper fixation since last year april n if sadly never wrote something publicly for the riddle man but expect me to do so more often now âĄ
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DAY 47! Eddie as a worker of Farmacia guadalajara
Its a way of manifesting working there⊠tomorrow is my interview and im nervous as FUUUUCCCCC
It sell⊠pharmacy things :p
So itâs comfortable so drunk people dont came to buy in there, u know? If I dont get accepted im gonna try in 7/11âŠ. O.O IM SCARED OF OLD MAN LOOOOL or maybe an oxxo⊠is the same but at least oxxo is literally in my neighborhood and Im not gonna need the stinky bus >:3
MINI FANFIC!
Edward, ese era el nombre que se encontraba en su gafete de trabajo, siempre estaba ocupado, realmente, aunque fuera seguido a comprar mi medicamento para la gastritis, nunca me atendĂa, siempre estaba acomodando cajas y productos, incluso llegamos a toparnos accidentalmente en mas de dos ocasiones, despuĂ©s de todo⊠siempre iba ahĂ a comprar mi medicina y productos para el cabelloâŠ
Ese dĂa, entrĂ© como de costumbre, dirigiĂ©ndome, como de costumbre, hacĂa el pasillo de productos de cabello, mientras veĂa y comparaba precios de tintes, pude ver de reojo como Edward, aquel hombre blanco, alto, con brazos de tamalero y mejillas rosadas se paraba en la caja registradora, jugueteando con una caja de dulces que claramente estaba comiendo, pasaba de una mano a otra la pequeña caja, hipnotizada, tomĂ© cualquier color de tinte y me dispuse a pagar, solo con una estĂșpida esperanza de oĂr su voz e interactuar con elâŠ
Cuando lleguĂ©, dejĂ© la caja de tinte en el mostrador, sin apartar la mirada de sus hermosos ojos color esmeralda. âSeñoritaâŠâ dijo con su amielada y dulce voz, âes todo lo que va a llevar?â Su mirada era confusa, cosa que me sacĂł de onda, voltee hacia abajo y lo vi, era un tinte de color rubio cenizo caoba! âQ-quĂ©?â Me dije a mi misma, el color de mi cabello era demasiado alejado al rubio, mas como mole quemado, tomĂ© la caja y corrĂ al pasillo, cambiĂĄndola por un color azulado, regresĂ© con el, solo para ver una sonrisa burlona de su parte, mis mejillas se pusieron coloradas de la vergĂŒenza âLo siento, soy muy distraĂdaâ le dije con vergĂŒenza, âestĂĄ bien, me pasa avecesâ, sonrĂo y procediĂł a hacer e cheque, paguĂ© y me fui, con una sonrisa de pendeja enamorada, algĂșn dĂaâŠ. AlgĂșn dĂa tendrĂ© su nĂșmeroâŠ. Y lo invitare a comer chilaquiles en el puesto de Doña CholeâŠ
El FinâŠ
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