#Jerome Valeska pov

[warnersister]

“Gotham Masterlist”

Jerome Valeska🃏

Jerome with Gordan’s daughter - “Star Cross’d”

[mysecretwindowuniverse]

Jeromewald Text Meme 9/?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 |

[layla4567]

That's how the money works

Summary: Villain par excellence (much more efficient than other male villains) you are in a relationship with Jeremiah Valeska and you are his queen of Gotham: Lady Gotham

Warnings: maybe a lil suggestive, fighting, mention of injuries and blood, mention of harassment of women, bad words/coarse language

wc: 1.8k this is hort folks

A/N: inspired by Lady Gaga's song "money honey"

Clicking hard with your steps echoing on the cold wet sidewalk of Gotham City. The nauseating vapors came from the sewers and gave the city a mysterious and dangerous vibe, it was always like that. It was night and you were tired, the last robbery went perfectly, you always got what you wanted. This time you were dreaming about a pearl necklace that you saw in a shop window, you remember telling your boyfriend Jeremiah that you were going to get it no matter what it took. He looked at you with a knowing and mocking look because he knew it was true. And there the necklace was now, adorning your neck exposed to the cold temperatures of Gotham.

A luxurious life is what you always aspired to, and being a villain it was much easier to achieve. Although to be honest Jeremiah was a lot of help, you know, he's a millionaire and he can buy you anything, and he does, but it's much more fun to steal. You are an independent woman too. You knew that trying to be a hero in this putrid city would never lead to great things, Gotham had been lost for a while. And that stupid Bruce still believed there was hope, poor thing. With you at the helm as queen of Gotham City there was no place to hide. You continued walking, taking off your sunglasses to put them on your head, it was night but you didn't care, it made you look elegant. Your long black dress with a cut on the leg accentuated your best curves and caught eyes, but be careful of the slimy guy who whistles at you on the street and says dirty things to you.

To top it off, your beautiful white feather boa hugged your back and rested in your arms, serving as a shelter. Every step you took squared your hips. You passed near an alley where there were two tall guys who looked like thugs, when you passed they licked their lips and gave you lustful glances. You made a face of annoyance and disgust.

"Hey doll, what is a pretty girl doing alone at night?"

"What do you fucking care, idiot?"

The other jerk who hadn't said anything whistled in amusement as he continued to look at you up and down.

"Chill out pretty, don't get angry with us"

They were making you sick. You gritted your teeth and continued on your way in silence, or so you intended when one of them grabbed you by the arm tightly.

"ah, ah, ah where do you think you're going huh?"

If you were a different person you would be terrified and shaking, but all you felt was an angry anger building in your stomach and chest like a volcano about to erupt. They didn't know who they were messing with.

"If you don't want to lose your useless arm you better let me go NOW"

You struggled until you got away but the other asshole got in front of you and cornered you, you were in the middle of those two creeps who were now starting to get angry.

"You're not leaving here, bitch."

The one who was in front of you grabbed you by the wrists making you hurt and he clung closer to you. Now they were going to meet you. Baring your teeth, you kneed the person in front of you in the groin; he doubled over, uttering insults. The guy behind you grabbed you by the stomach trying to get you off the ground but you were faster and threw your head back, headbutting hard towards his face. He screamed and put his hand to his bloody nose. The other one who was lying on the floor started to get up but you kicked him in the stomach, leaving him immobilized.

"Damn whore!!"

Still holding his nose he tried to punch you but you stopped him just in time and hit him in the ribs. Before he fell to the ground in pain, you grabbed him by the face near the jaw with your cat claws digging into his flesh, scratching it and causing him to bleed slightly. You brought his face closer to yours so he could listen carefully.

"Listen to me, you stupid bastard, if you were looking for a defenseless woman to preach your disgusting things, you were in the wrong person. I feel sorry for the woman who had to give birth to such a useless being like you."

You spat the words like they were bullets piercing his skull, your eyes flashing with rage like burning flames. Your nails kept digging into his skin. They'll probably leave a nice mark tomorrow. With your face contorted with anger you slammed the man's head into the ground hard, it made a crunching sound when it hit the cement. But he had not died, no, he would simply suffer some bruise or fracture. Painful enough for him to remember who he had messed with.

You turned around threateningly and breathing hard towards where the other guy was ready to continue fighting if necessary. The idiot was still on the floor clutching his stomach, visibly terrified, you couldn't help a small grimace similar to a smile on your lips. You slowly crouched close to him who tried to crawl away from you without success, he was still very sore and you could see it in his expressions.

You tilted your head, considering your words. "You're lucky you're still alive or Jeremiah isn't here with me." Upon hearing that name, the guy's face turned pale as wax as he opened his eyes wide, a feeling of pride flooding your chest. Mr. Valeska as you used to call him was the most feared villain and you were proud to be able to stand by his side.

"Oh I see you know him, well in that case you know that his favorite prey are the perverts who harass women and of course, that he loves to test his new acid tanks on them" You stood up now smiling smugly. "So if I were you I would be careful next time, take that as advice." You shrugged your shoulders and left the alley with the same confidence and security that you felt before this attack.

As you approached the mansion you could notice that your nail had broken "fuck" you cursed under your breath. The truth is that after that fight you were no longer as presentable as before, your perfectly combed and stretched bun was now letting out rebellious strands and you were panting from the effort of the fight. He noticed that, and as quickly as you entered, somewhat disheveled, he looked up from his desk where he was arranging and cleaning his weapons on top of some plans and fixed it on the person who had entered.

"Darling, what the hell happened to you?"

His deep voice took on a serious but calm tone, when he spoke like that you knew he was trying to control his confusion and anger. He sometimes got upset when you went out alone or were reckless about who you messed with. But you were his Lady Gotham and he couldn't hate you for that, on the contrary, he knew perfectly well that you were capable of disarming an army of men with a look, and he was delighted to have a faithful and loyal companion like you.

You tried to make light of it by standing up straight, crossing one leg in front of the other, one hand on your hip and the other brushing a rebellious strand out of your face. Jeremiah snorted, feigning exasperation, but a glow dilated his pupils. You knew that when you posed like that he melted

"Come here"

He ordered, pushing the chair he was sitting in back with his feet to move away from the desk and make room for you, then he patted his thighs demandingly. There were countless times you had sat on his thighs, sometimes when he was working on a new plan. Sometimes you did it casually or when you wanted me to buy you something, and other times it ended up being something else. You bit your lower lip and approached him, sitting on his legs with yours between the space he had left. You placed your arms around his neck.

"Some thugs harassed me in an alley." You said with an anguished pout, trying to be sad.

Jeremiah's face tensed as he looked at you seriously. He knew very well that you were not just any defenseless girl, even so, having some miserable perverts hissing at his favorite woman was something that made his blood boil.

You noticed that his face was acquiring a slight reddish color, furious with anger. You placed a finger on the tip of his nose. "But don't worry, I taught them good manners." You ended up smiling mischievously and openly.

The villain's face relaxed and a seductive smile emerged. He loved a woman who knew how to defend herself, he loved you.

"That's my girl". He smiled wider looking at your lips.

Without waiting any longer, you succumbed to your desires and kissed him passionately, licking his lower lip. With each kiss he placed his hand on your thigh and slid it, caressing you up and down. Suddenly his gloved hand slowly came up and came dangerously close to your inner thighs. The fabric of his glove tickled you. You moaned into his mouth.

"Miah..!"

He flashed you his white-toothed smile in response. Your lips were running over his chin and jaw, barely resting on his pale skin, humming his name. Your warm full lips rested on his neck and you smiled against his skin while he caressed your back. You felt his breath and his fragrance near your ear.

At the best moment, Ecco came in abruptly, opening the door with a slam, making you jump and making Miah's muscles tense.

"Tell me one good reason not to blow your mind with a bullet now for interrupting my office like that."

Jeremiah's face was serious again, he didn't even bother to get up from the seat or push you off his lap. The clumsy Ecco swallowed and spoke with an erratic and fast voice like a nervous hummingbird.

"I'm sorry, but it's the weapons supplier. He says he does not accept the payment terms. In fact, he's here waiting at the front door".

The pale man uttered insults in a low voice with his eyes still on Ecco but he did not seem to see her, his mind was beyond this earthly plane, devising a plan. Suddenly you had an idea.

"Oh but who does he think he is!" You said out loud dramatically as if you were in a theater. Jeremiah looked at you surprised but he caught your intentions at once, you had that Machiavellian glow on your face and he knew what it meant.

"I think we should teach him good manners, don't you think dear?". He said smiling and looking at you knowingly.

Oh yes, Team Valeska was back in action, it was so romantic to destroy annoying people together as a team. Who wanted one threat when the world could have two?

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first time writing for this fandom of which I'm not a part and I have no idea what the series is about or most of its characters, but tumblr insists on showing me fics about the valeska twins in my feed, so here I am.. *sighs*

[jeremiahslaugh]

Jerome: I want my brother and-

Me, dreamly: I want him toooo~

Jerome: What?

Me: What?

Jeremiah: What?

[jervis-tetch-my-beloved]

Jonathan : You have to apologize to Jervis!

Jerome: Fine!

Jerome: Unfuck you, or whatever!

[tristansarchive]

And it feels like I've been rescued I've been set free I'm hypnotized By your destiny Love You Like A Love Song

[teeramoonlover]

Am I the only one that everytime I read fanfic, I'll imagine the female reader to be a certain person (actress) based on my preference and pov, so here's

𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐯 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 '𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬', 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬

SCREAM 1996

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Y/N: Krysten Ritter

HOUSE OF WAX

Bo Sinclair

Y/N: Alexis Bledel

HEMLOCK GROVE

Roman Godfrey

Y/N: Kristine Froseth

GOTHAM

Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska

Y/N: Anya Taylor-Joy and Taissa Farmiga

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

You are too well tangled in my soul

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aIh8xTq by concerningindividual Deleted scenes from 3x14 Words: 1512, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Gotham (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Underage Categories: M/M Characters: Jerome Valeska, Bruce Wayne Relationships: Jerome Valeska/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Victim Blaming, Trans Male Character, Vaginal Sex, Blood As Lube, Masochism, Episode: s03e14 The Gentle Art of Making Enemies (Gotham TV), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, POV Jerome Valeska, Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/aIh8xTq

[sweetlimeharvest]

POV IMAGINE: going band for band with Jerome Valeska

You win because he is poor and he cries and leaves

[wordborne]

All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. CHAPTER: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 /8 A/N: This one is in Jerome's POV! Hope you like it <3

Jerome hated this whole thing. The lone key with a J keychain on it. The mismatched tiles on the stairs. The quick push and pull he had to give the door if he wanted to open it in the first try.

But, most of all, he hated that your apartment felt like home now. 

There was nothing special about it. Maybe it was the tobacco and honey candle in the living room whose scent somehow filled even the darkest corners of the apartment. The worn leather couch that now had a dent on his spot. The old TV he’d kicked over and over again when it decided to show nothing but fuzzy static. Or, maybe, it was the fact he’d claimed this place as his, and he’d skin alive anyone who dared to touch a single hair on that pretty little head of yours. He didn’t do love, no. Because that was a weakness. Something to be dangled above his head when he went a little too far. Cue the kidnapping and the phone pressed to his ear with nothing but sobs coming from the other end of the line along with his name and ‘please’ peppered in there, somewhere. And him, the hero, coming to rescue the damsel in distress. Nah. That wasn’t his style. But, somehow, this whole thing was. The domesticity of it all had a certain allure he couldn’t find at the hideout. There was no shouting. No graffiti on the walls. No laughter echoing through the place. There was… stillness. Peace. The sort he detested but strangely craved. Or at least he craved this version of it. Maybe it was something in the water. In the way the city looked out your window. In how your pillows sunk under the weight of his head as he laid down, not bothering to get the hair out of his face because he knew you’d do it once you straddled his hips. All he had to do was close his eyes and let you do your thing until it lulled him to sleep. Jerome still didn’t understand why you did it. Hell, you’d even added a repairing night cream to the million things you put on his face, as if it would magically make it smooth again. It was a meticulous process. One that required a certain order for it to ‘work’. Everything was labeled with a little number on the lid because you were sure that, if it wasn’t, he’d do it all wrong -if he even bothered doing it himself, that was. Which he wouldn’t. Your hands were softer. 

And, maybe, his skin felt better. Was a little less puffy. The scars under his eyes were a little less visible. His lips were smoother. But he didn’t care about those things. Jeremiah would, probably. But Jerome? Never.  He didn’t have the time to follow a whole beauty routine. A shower and a change of clothes had always been enough. Had to be enough because he needed to be glued to his brother’s side when things got ugly. And they always did. Jerome was the one who screamed back. The one who pushed and shoved. The one who took the closed-fist punches and scratches his whore of a mother gave him from the neck down to hide the evidence. He’d tire her out. Laugh at her until his lip got busted and his skin was red, black, and blue so that all ‘Miah would get was a backhanded slap followed by hollow praises of him being a good boy. Jerome was the black sheep. The problem child who stole food from the kitchen and rightfully got his hand dunk in boiling soup. The unruly son who kept getting detained until midnight by worn-out mall cops for stealing brainy books for ‘Miah- they always got the hardcovers in his hands, but never the slim paper covers he shoved down his pants. The twin that should’ve been eaten in the womb because he dared to yell at their mother for leaving a used fucking condom on his bed. Oh, the things he’d seen. The things he’d heard. It was a miracle he had a libido after all that shit.  Anyways. He liked being taken care of. He knew that much. And this felt like finally dropping a load inside someone after a dry spell. Pure. Bliss. But this one didn’t last a few seconds, and he didn’t have to zip his pants up in a hurry or tell them to fuck off right after. It was a soft wave coursing through his body with no end in sight. It was warm. It was tender. It filled him just so. Scratched an itch he didn’t know he had and made him crawl back there, back home, more than he should have. Yeah, yeah, it was a problem, and it was reckless, and blah blah blah. But he could handle it. He wasn’t a ten-year-old who didn’t know what the fuck he was doing anymore. He was Jerome fucking Valeska. And he was in love. …Or obsessed. The line between those things was very blurry.

He didn’t know what love felt like. Didn’t know if whatever he felt when he was a child was love or simply a sense of fondness for certain people. A lack of irritation. A need. A want. Someone who could fill the void.  And you were doing that just fine. But, oh, he knew that look on your face. The one you’d been showing him more and more as time went by. That was love. Pure and raw. Love directed at him, and him only. He could pull it, break it, and staple it back together just like he did to his face. But he wasn’t going to, no. You were a tricky one. A thorn in his side. And people weren’t supposed to take out whatever they’d impaled themselves with, now, were they? So he’d let you there. Digging in bit by bit, inch by inch, until you were stuck inside of him.  Why? Cause he needed you just as much as you needed him. Wanted you just as bad. Something was there. Calling him. Haunting him. He wanted you to feel him every walking second, just like he felt you in that little annoying thorn stuck between his ribs.  You were meant for each other. Bound together by an invisible force he couldn’t quite understand. And he’d never let you go. 

[cannibalgh0st]

Pencil doodle of Jerome :'•/

*it's just a doodle but click for better quality!*

[gotham-swag]

When I am him but am also destined to end up with him 🙄

[mysecretwindowuniverse]

Jeromewald Text Meme 8/?

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 9

[ants-personal]

Can we appreciate all the manic laughter from everyone in that new trailer cause i fucking love it (especially the mixing of jerome and oswalds laugh cause boy let me tell ya its 👌)

[jeremiahslaugh]

POV: You always make the weirdest noises when Jeremiah or Jerome Valeska shows up on screen while watching Gotham

[nibbles7192]

My Chaotic Soulmate【Part 1】

Pairing(s): Yandere!Jerome Valeska x (Female)Reader

Warning(s): Foul language/Swearing, abuse                                           (Nothing that you haven’t already seen on Gotham!)

Jerome was pushed back by a powerful punch to the gut, anyone else would have the wind knocked out of them; but for him this was a regular occurrence. After years of abuse the pain started to fade, he developed a tolerance. It also helped that he had something to live for, someone to live for. Jerome rolled up the sleeve of his sweater to look at the name on his arm,

                                                      (Y/n) (L/n).

Jerome Valeska was 11-years-old when he overheard the word “soulmate” by a passerby at the circus he was raised in. The word confused him, so he asked his mother about it. Lila Valeska scoffed at the question, “Basically the universe decides to tie you down to one person that’s supposed to be your ‘true love,’ and that person is your soulmate. It’s bullshit, really.” Lila lit a cigarette and took a drag, disinterested in the topic. Jerome was the opposite, his eyes shone with childish delight, “How do you know who your soulmate is?” Lila sighed, “When you turn 16 the name of your soulmate appears on your body like a goddamn tattoo. Now scram, I need to get ready for my show.” Jerome nodded and obediently left, beaming for the first time since his twin brother left and turned everyone against him.

                                                           ~~~~

(Y/n) (L/n) loved the circus, so it was just her luck that Haly’s Circus came to Gotham the week of her birthday. Of course her parents took her to the circus to celebrate her big day. As of today (Y/n) is 16, which means she will finally know the name of her soulmate - how exciting! 

(Y/n)’s POV

As soon as I got to the carnival I took a deep breath, the smell is so unique; just like the people at the carnival are unique. I bounced around as my parents laughed at my energy, “The show is going to start soon, c’mon, lets get popcorn!” I held my parents hands and practically dragged them to the popcorn stand. My parents ended up getting two large popcorns, one for them to share and one all for me (score)! I held my popcorn and started walking toward the main tent when my dad told me to stop for a quick picture. I did a little pose for the camera, but that was all it got because I resumed my trek right after. 

I swiftly made it into the tent, my parents right behind me. I took a quick look around and noticed three empty seats in a row, “There!” I pointed as I made my way over. As soon as the show started I was captivated, and just as soon it was over. I stayed in my seat until everyone else had left aside from me and my parents. “The show’s over (Y/n), so how about we go get some cotton candy?” My mom suggested, which definitely got my attention. I bounced up and was about to leave the tent with them when I felt a force stop me. “Actually, I’ll catch up, I’m gonna stay in here a little longer to gather my thoughts.” The words came so naturally to me, though my parents hesitated they did go ahead.

Now alone I sat where I did during the show to question what the hell compelled me to stay. That’s when I heard whistling and the sound of sweeping, the sounds came from the area of the stage. I looked over and I saw the most attractive guy I had ever seen, from where I stood I could only make out that he has pale white skin and ginger hair. That’s when I noticed he was using a broom to clear the floor. ‘Is he the janitor? But he looks so young…’ I thought, and I must have started walking while in thought because before I knew it I was staring into green eyes. Oh my heck, we were face to face, I’m such a creep. I blushed, “S-sorry, I don’t know what came over me - I usually don’t stutter by the way - I don’t know why I sAID THAT!” The boy laughed, not in a cruel way but rather in amusement. I took pride in this, being funny is one of my best qualities after all. “Easy there doll, if you talk any faster you’ll have all the wannabe rappers within a ten mile radius weeping!” The ginger laughed at his own joke and so did I.

“Perhaps that was my intention all along!” I said, finding conversation with him to be incredibly easy. The male rolled his eyes, “Sure was sweet cheeks, definitely wasn’t because you got flustered by my good looks.” He said with a bit of suave. “You got me there, circus boy!” I smiled and so did he. “The name’s Jerome, Jerome Valeska.” I giggled as Jerome introduced himself with a comical bow. I could tell he was quite the showman, so I gave an air curtsy for my introduction, “I’m (Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n).” Jerome froze, which confused me, did he really not like my name that much? That’s when a humongous smile spread across his face, I’ve honestly never seen one quite as wide. 

“It’s you, of course it’s you - my soulmate!” Jerome was giddy with excitement. It was my turn to freeze, ‘Did he just say…’ I wasn’t given any time for comprehension as I was engulfed in a desperate hug. I hugged back immediately, feeling whole now that I’ve found my other half. I felt a tingling sensation on my arm, keeping the other wrapped around Jerome I lifted it up to see a name form where the sensation was. There on my arm was the name,

                                                    Jerome Valeska.

- Kayla 🃏(Originally posted to Tumblr on March 25th, 2020 via my sideblog "YandereGotham")

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