#victorzsaszoneshot

[klbwriting]

This Is More Frustrating Than Murder

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Victor x Reader

Warnings: None

Request: Hello! Can I request a one shot for Victor from Gotham being stressed trying to find an anniversary gift for his wife? Can lead to sex.

Note: Did not lead to sex simply because I felt it went too fluffy to turn into smut!  I’m sorry if you want smut just let me know and I can rewrite (or do a whole other request) with all the smut you want :)

This was the most important mission Victor had ever had.  And the most complicated.  And annoying.  And all around terrible.  He had no idea what people go each other for an anniversary gift.  Not after the first year of marriage.  He had seen something about paper...or maybe gold...?  Who knew, he sure didn’t.  Either way, it was your first wedding anniversary together and he would be damned if you didn’t have something.  He would do anything to see that smile come to your face and nothing would stop him.  Except maybe for the brain block he was having on what to actually get. Victor was so clueless that after a month of fruitless searching he asked the only person who had ever been in a relationship that he knew. 

Jim Gordan would enter his apartment to see the hairless assassin sitting at his kitchen table eating a sandwich.  Jim quickly grabbed his gun but before he could even aim Victor had his own gun cocked and ready to fire if Jim tried to move.  Slowly the officer held up his hands in defeat and put the gun on the table.  Victor smile and slid it towards him while Jim opened a drawer hurriedly.

“You won’t find anything, not in the drawer and not under the table” Victor said as Jim sat down, hand feeling for the gun he normally had strapped there.  “They’re all out of the room and safe, you’ll get them back when we’re done and I’m gone.”  Jim’s eyes narrowed.

“Who did I piss off now?” he asked.  Victor shook his head, mouth full.

“No one, I’m here on personal business,” he said.  “I need help Jimbo, see, last year I got married...”

“ Mazel Tov ” Jim grunted, annoyed.  Victor smiled sarcastically and continued.

“...so I am needing a gift for my wife and well, I don’t know what to get for a first wedding anniversary and I figured you, a man who dates and grew up in a half decent home, might have an idea.”

“Why do I care?” the other man asked, bored.

“Because if you don’t tell me I’m going to handcuff you to that chair, eat all your food and then burn this whole building down around you,” Victor said, getting up from the table and getting a soda from the fridge before sitting down again.  Jim weighed his options, hating this entire thing but figuring the sooner he got the hitman out the better.

“Fine, well, I always go for jewelry, a nice stone, something small like earrings for the first anniversary, work your way up to rings and necklaces in a couple years,” he answered.  “My dad got my mom a plane ticket anywhere she wanted one year, another he got her a book she loved in first edition, nice message from the author.”  Victor nodded at all the suggestions. 

“Thanks Jimbo,” he said, standing up and heading out the door as if he didn’t just break into a detective’s house and hold him at gunpoint.

Several hours later and Victor was home and ready for you to see everything he had gotten you.  A whole set of emeralds, earrings, necklaces, bracelets, all from different owners, plane tickets to Paris for the spring, and a whole set of first editions.  Needless to say you were shocked and excited at your surprises.

“How many people did you rob to get these?” you asked, looking at him.  He smirked a little.

“2, but they were on my list anyway, so no harm no foul,” he said.  “You like?”

“I love all of it!” you said, running over and kissing him deeply.  He kissed you back, watching you pull away with that smile he loved plastered on your face.

[j-diamond]

I have you? (Zsasz x Reader)

This goes out to @miss-androgony  I am so sorry it took so long, but part 1 is done, and I’m already half way through with part 2.

   “Just this once.” You say following him. You were teens and as a teen you are supposed to try and figure out what you’re meant to do. That’s what you were doing, sort of…

  You lived in a family of three, your mother, your brother, and you. You were the most mature, and basically held the family together, even though you were but sixteen. Your mother didn’t really appreciate you and you would’ve left as soon as you could, were it not for your brother. You adored your brother, as did your mother- really the only thing you had in common. You wanted to give him a better life ever since his birth. He, having been bullied, grew up with a tough life. Seeing that made you hurt, because even though it didn’t look like it, you knew exactly how he felt. So you grew up fast, that way he never had to.

   “So what are we doing?” You ask him as you follow him through alleyways.    “You said you needed money. Right y/n/n?” He asks, stopping,    “Yes. But what of it V?” You ask him, confused.

   This was your friend Victor Zsasz. You had grown up together, and basically were inseparable. You met him in 4th grade, under the school stairs. He had been crying, he’d lost all his hair. ALL of it. No eyebrows, lashes, no hair anywhere. You’d been going there because that’s where you went when it all got a bit too much, ever since then you guys have been friends. Zsasz grew up to be daring, you well, you became a bit of a heart breaker. After puberty, you’d grew to be very beautiful. Boys fell for you just for your looks and that disgusted you because they didn’t like you, for you, the beautiful person inside. Zsasz constantly made fun of you because of it.

  “Now here me out?” He says as he holds your hands.   “V…” you say wearily,   “We need you. You’re a straight shot.” He says slowly.   “You don’t mean killing…” You say suspiciously.   “I do. But only if you want to.”

  You said yes. Both of you basically grew up to be the most feared people in Gotham. Victor Zsasz, the city renowned hit man, and Y/n L/n, also known as The Siren, The Spider, The Charmer and The Seducer, a female who preyed on people, charming both men and women alike, right before she kills them. Even though all of Gotham knew you were the most dangerous people there, they still did not fear you as though they should. And instead of doing something about it, you did nothing. For that’s the way you loved it.

   “One of Maroni’s men?” You asked looking at Falcone, he shakes his head,    “Yes, he has stolen some of my stocks, and I believe Maroni knows but is doing nothing about it. So you’re going to have to kill him in the most obvious way so that it does not look like it was us. Okay?” You and Victor exchange glances,    “Yes boss.” He says slyly, this was going to be fun. You both turn and leave and as soon as you close the door you both are dashing. The sound of laughter and shoes continually pounding on the ground filled the hallways and anyone who heard the sound already knew; you had a new target. They all cleared the way, giving you a clean exit.

  “I should probably take this.” You say as you pull out your five, toothed blade, i’ve been dying to try this out.” He looks at you, smirking,   “I’d rather not.”   “And I’d rather not- no I am not going to be your zsaszette.”   “Fine.”   As you both walk the halls, of his diner, which also doubled as his lair, you heard a familiar voice. You motioned to Victor to go the other way, as if you wanted him to search the other rooms, but in reality you just didn’t want him to know what you were up to. You had a tenday of shooting and not caring, because you hated liars and traitors, so to you it didn’t matter who they were, they would most likely die.   “Falcone doesn’t know i’m here.”   “Good. Cause babe if-”   “Don’t call me babe.” A voice says roughly. It was females, but it was deep, meaning they were angry. Which could only mean one thing. You frowned looking at your knife,   “Looks like I won’t be able to use this,” you whisper looking at you blade, then smirking, “but I can use this.” you say looking at the machine gun outside the door. So you do what some consider to be your best, and you aim low just below the shins, and shoot. You continue to shoot until the bullets are gone. Once they are you dash, finding Zsasz having basically mauled the target you frowned.   “You weren’t here.” he said bluntly   “Doesn’t matter. We gotta run.”   “Y/N/N… What did you do?” He asks hesitantly, you look at him and but hear the sound of shuffling feet,   “Doesn’t matter. V, we gotta run.” You say grabbing his arm, pulling him as you ran.

  “Mooney’s place was shot up yesterday,” Falcone says interrupting you and Victor’s relaxation time. You stood up, only to be pulled back down onto his lap.   “So?” Victor asks as he starts playing with your hair. You frown, you didn’t like people playing ni your hair, or was it you didn’t like sitting on his lap?   “I need you to-”   “We don’t do body guards.” Victor says not looking up from your hair. You turn around and look at him,   “V.” He pauses, and sighs,   “Fine.” He says as you both get up, “Let’s go protect the damn fish.” You smile, holding back a laugh. You know he and fish weren’t on so great of terms, and hell, you hated her also, but you just had to see if you were right.

  “Why hello. What do we have here?” A female voice rings out as you and Victor are coming in from the skylight. He smiles, one of his ‘cut the bullshit’ smiles. She limps over to you two with open arms, and you reluctantly hug her. As you hug her you look around, examining it.    “So this place was shot up?” You ask as she lets go of you.    “Yes actually. Luckily Butch here was able to stop them.” She says motioning to the  beast of a man.    “Yeah, once I got out there, I beat them to a pulp.”    “Is that why you’re limping?” You ask Fish, and she looks at you briefly,    “You noticed. Yes indeed it is. I was on stage looking at the overview of the room when the shots started, I covered. Sadly not in time enough to not have been shot.” She says as she shows the bullet wound in her shin.    “Must’ve been using nylon 66’s.” you say lying.    “Yes I believe so.” She says and you smirk inwardly. You caught the lying bitch.    “Well Zsasz and I will figure out who, and kill them, by order of Falcone. Mind if we investigate. No? Good.” you say without letting her answer and motion for Victor to follow you. You lift things up and down, pulling out your gun stepping around to get a picture of things, all while pretending you care.    “You’re actually taking this seriously?” Victor asks,    “Of course not. I already know who shot her and the place.” You say continuing to pretend like you were investigating.    “Really?” he asks intrigued,    “Yep.” you say popping the p, “You remember yesterday?”    “Yea…”    “Well I shot up the Maroni’s office at shin level.” You say pointing at the stage, “then I left.”    “So you shot up his office without consulting me?”    “I had to catch the traitor.” you say turning around and looking at the floor, “And I did. I used a machine gun, and clearly that’s a bullet wound for a machine gun, but she’s saying it’s a 66. Which is false.” He looks at you in awe, he couldn’t help himself he lo-    “Sorry i’m late Fish. I had to make sure that the ride was prepared.” a voice says. You know that voice, but it couldn’t be… right?    “It’s okay Penguin. I have some people for you to meet. They’re well know, so you must remember them.” She beckons you two over and you follow lost in thought behind Victor, confused as to why you knew that voice, “This is Gotham’s most feared hitman.” He shoots a gun as always, “And this is Gotham’s very own Siren.” You smirk as you turn around to meet who she was interesting you to, but as soon as you saw him you froze. And the moment his eyes met yours he followed suit.

   “I’m sorry V.” You say over the phone, “I can’t stay anymore.”    “But isn’t this a good thing?” He says stammering, “I mean now you don’t have to hide.”    “You don’t understand,” you zipping up the suitcase, “I did this so that he wouldn’t have to, but now that he’s tied up in it I’ve no reason to continue.”    “Yes you do.” he says quietly, You pick up your suitcase and open the door to your room.    “What? Why would I possibly continue to do this?”   “Me.” he says almost inaudible. You briefly stare at the phone in shock   “What? V… I mean?”   “Y/N/N. I-” But before he could finish you found yourself ending the call. Oswald was back. You had to leave now. Closing the door, you looked at the fire escape. You leave your phone on the bed and before you jump out the door opens, with Oswald tumbling in. The look on his face pains you so much, that you almost stay, but you wouldn’t, you couldn’t.

   “I’m sorry Ozzy.” you say, jumping out the window.

[klbwriting]

Well This is Unexpected...

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Zsasz x Reader

Warnings:  none, just fluffy

Summary: somehow, someway, love at first sight snuck up on Victor Zsasz

Victor Zsasz had spent years kidnapping and ransoming and killing anyone he was paid.  He enjoyed the work, enjoyed everything from beginning to end.  Until he met you.  Then he suddenly didn’t want to do the ransoming or the killing but he was sure happy to do the kidnapping.  

              You were just some judge’s daughter, sitting on a bench in the park that was scarcely populated at 7AM on a Saturday, giving him the perfect opportunity to sneak up on you.  He headed towards you, sitting next to her on the bench and holding the gun to your side.  You immediately froze, giving him a good look at you in profile.  Gorgeous hair and eyes, full of fear at the moment but he was pretty sure they would light up with happiness when you smiled.  In that instant Victor thought he felt his cold, dead heart skip a beat.  It was instantaneous and he knew you were coming with him but you were not going to be ransomed.  He would keep you safe.

              “Now I don’t want to hurt you so please, make this easy, there are some people after your father.  They paid me to come here and kidnap you but I seem to have had a change of heart.  You need to come with me or else someone will come along and do whatever they want to you,” he said, watching you from the corner of his eye.  You slowly nodded, only vaguely seeing the pale, bald man in your periphery.  He stood and you did as well, letting him lead you towards a parked car on the outskirts of the park.  You got in quietly and waited until he started driving before speaking.

              “Where are you taking me?  What’s your name?  Who wants me dead?” you rattled off, unsure of what you really wanted to know more.  Victor threw a sidelong glance at you as he drove, mulling over the questions in his head.

              “I’m taking you to my apartment.  My name is Victor Zsasz and some lowlife wants you dead, I’m not honestly sure which one, I was paid in advance,” he said as he pulled up at an apartment building in a seedy part of Gotham. He tossed a grungy jacket at you.  “Put that on, in this area someone will know you’re out of place here.”  You nodded and put on the jacket, letting him take you inside.  He locked up the apartment and made a call, telling whoever was on the other line that you had run off before he got to the park.  There had to be a mole, you were long gone by now.

              “Why did you lie?” you asked him, sitting on his couch while he got you a glass of water.  He thought over his answer, not sure how something like love at first sight could strike a killer like him but it appeared it had.

              “Because I don’t want anyone to hurt you.  I seem to have a soft spot for you face,” he said, sitting down across from you.  “You ever hear of love at first sight?”  You smiled a little and he had been right, even that little grin brought a new light to your eyes.  

              “I have heard of it and if you have fallen in love with me like that, I feel lucky since if not I’d be dead right now.  Plus you’re cute, I could enjoy being here with you,” you said.  Victor smiled some, figuring you were lying just to keep him happy.  He stood up.

              “I’m going to take a shower,” he said.  He figured when he came out you would be gone but to his surprise you were still there, sipping your water and looking over his books.   He watched you for a moment before you looked over, your eyebrows going up at him in a towel.

              “Is it my birthday?” you asked, smirking.  Victor found himself smirking back and shaking his head.   “You keep walking around like that I’m going to definitely like it here.”

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Notice Me (Nygma x Reader x Zsasz)

  “Yes, she loves you.” He says rolling his eyes.   “Well she likes me more than you.” He says smirking, “I mean look at you. You’re an assassin.”   “And you’re a riddling freak.”   “No one can love the loveless.”   “And no one wants to love somebody who killed their last lover.” He shows a quick grin then continues to straight face him.   “Well I, unlike you, know how to find my way into a girl's’ heart.” Nygma says smirking. Zsasz raises his eyebrow,   “You? I highly doubt that.” He says, almost laughing, “Yes, of course. Nygma the love expert.”   “Are you guys still fighting over my cousin?” A female voice says. They turn around, finding Tabitha in the doorway, “You realize she doesn’t like, let alone, know either one of you. I highly even doubt that she even knows you exist.”   “Ha. Ha. Ha.” Edward says, “Very funny Tabitha.”   “How about we place a wager then?” She says, smirking., “Who ever she notices first this week wins. And if she notices neither one of you at all. I win.”   “This should be easy.” Edward says, “If all we have to do is get her to notice us. How-”   “What’s on the line?” Zsasz asks, “What are we betting here.”   “Simple.” Tabitha says as she pulls out a folder.

Monday

   “So,” Tabitha says walking over to her desk,    “What do you want?” Y/n asks looking through files, “I’m a bit busy here. If you hadn’t noticed.”    “Don’t you have time for your dearest cousin?” Tabitha asks, sprawling herself over y/n’s desk. Y/n stops her work and looks at Tabitha.    “Fine.” She says as she kisses her cheek, “What do you want?”    “I want you to come to The Sirens. You should really meet Barbara. You’d love her. I just know it.” She says smiling at you.    “Sounds fun, you know, going to a club owned by psychos.” You say, making her frown    “Barbara and I are not-”    “Psychos? Yes, you are. So am I, and so was Theo. Oh well.”    “Don’t-”    “I’ll be there. I just have to finish-” you say when you’re cut off by the knocking on the door, “You need to go. You’re not supposed to be here.” She smirks and runs to the door, and before you can stop her, she sticks her head out,   “Y/n’s not here currently. I was waiting on her also.” She says lying.   “Well, give these to her.” a voice, you don’t recognize, says.   “Okay. Better luck next time Nygma.” She says, smirking.   “Who was that?” you ask walking up to her,   “No one. He wanted to give you these.” She says handing you papers. She sees something on top and snatches it.   “Tabby. Give me the paper.” You say holding your hand out,   “No.” she says, “If you come to the club you can get it.” She then jumps out the window. You sigh, there was no way you were getting it back.

Tuesday

  “Eeeeeeeee!”A voice screams, “You actually came!” You look at Tabitha and roll your eyes,   “Yes. Yes I did. Now don’t make me regret it.”   “B-but-”   “Wow. I’ve never seen this side of her before. I would know, I have seen All of her.” A voice says from behind you. Turning around, you see a woman, about your height.   “You must be the infamous Barbara Kean.” You say smiling   “Indeed.”   “Y/n L/n.” you say as you shake her hand. You turn around to see Tabitha, having completely changed her attitude. Going from her usually childish self to her now dominatrix like self. You smirk, “I’m little Tabby's older cousin.” You hug her as if she was a little kid, embarrassing her. Barbara smiles, and you smile back. You were gonna be great friends.

   “That was actually quite fun.” You say smiling with your cousin. As you’re walking you run into Gordon, who is-as usual, running.    “Y/n. Just the person I need. I need you to hold off Zsasz, so I can make it back to GCPD.” He says and hands you his gun.    “Who?” you ask taking off your heels.    “The person shooting.” He says as he limps behind a truck. You turn to Tabitha,    “Go back to the club. You don’t need to be in this crossfire.”    “And neither do you. You’re not GCPD.”    “Gordon’s my friend.”    “You’re my cousin.”    “Fine. You know where you need be.” you say as she runs to a roof. Gun shots start, and you cover Gordon as he runs to GCPD and Tabitha covers you. You don’t see the person shooting, but you knew you shot him, because you heard him curse, right before he ceased fire. Wednesday   “You’re messing with it. That’s not fair.” Edward says as he approaches the two.   “Life’s not fair.” Tabitha says, unamused.   “And Gordon almost had me shoot her.” Zsasz says, angrily.   “Not my fault. You play your way and I’ll play mine.” Tabitha says, as she smirks and begins to leave, “Remember; Sunday’s the last day.”

  A loud thump in your living room, stirs you in your sleep. The sound of glass breaking, wakes you up. The sound of a gunshot jolts you out of bed. There was an intruder, you knew it. Slowly opening your drawer, you pull out your pistol. Checking for people, you slowly walk out of your room and into the hallway. As you walk down the stairs, you hear the sound of shuffling. You peer over the corner and see a tall man. He wore all black and had no hair on his head, or at least the back of his head. Which is all you saw.   “You’ll make sure not to upset the boss again.” One of them say. The one limping on the floor nods his head. You watch quietly, trying to understand what was going on. As the tall one points the gun at the limping one, your eyes lock, sending a chill down your bones. You quickly hide behind the wall, trying not to be seen. “Who’s there?” a voice calls, “Is there another one?” you hear the sound of loud shoes hitting the ground. You could only guess it was the tall one, considering the stride of his steps were normal. Calculating how far you were from the nearest exit, you realize you had to do what you used to do. So you did the only thing you knew how to do well; without looking, you shoot randomly, and run to the nearest window and jump.

  “So, you’re gonna stay with me now?” Tabitha asks   “Sure.” you say thinking, “Or I could stay with Gordon.”   “You’re staying with me.” She says as she leaves the room, “I’m making some cocoa. You want some?”   “Yea.” you say as you sit there, recent events playing in your mind, “Where’s the phone this time?”   “In the garden.” you shake your head. Tabitha had a habit of carrying the phone around in every conversation, so it had never stayed in the same place. You get up and walk to the garden and call your boss,   “Hello?” a voice asks, you stare into the phone, trying to identify this voice, “HELLO?” You blink rapidly, the voice having pulled you out of your thoughts,   “Sorry, hectic night.”   “.... I’m sorry, who is this?”   “This is Y/n. Where’s Mayor Cobblepot?”   “In a  meeting, why?”   “I was just calling to let him know I won’t be going to work for about a week.”   “Okay. I’ll let him know.”   “Kay. Thanks.” You almost hang up when you hear him call your name, “Yes?”   “Y/n I was wondering if” he says as then pauses, “Did you want to go out for dinner?”   “I’m sorry, but who is this?”   “Oh silly me. I’m N-” his sentence is cut short by the shouting of your name,   “I’m sorry, but I gotta go.” you hang up, never getting his name. Walking into the living room, you smile, having noticed Barbara, “Well… This outta be fun.” You sit down on the couch and grab a glass of wine.   “CHEERS!”

Thursday

  “So Y/n.” He says smiling,   “What?” you ask smiling also.   “I know you hate it, but just think about it. We could be together.”   “You already know how I feel about that.”   “Yeah, but you’re just so good.”   “But i’m not a good person.”   “That means nothing. All the best people are crazy.”   “Who said I was crazy?”   “The way you were last night.”   “Wow. Playing that card are we?”   “I’m just saying. We’d be the best. No one could stop us.”   “Except for the fact that most people don’t like me.”   “Screw most people.”   “No thank-you. I’m not that kind of girl.” You say, almost laughing. He looks at you, and smiles,   “Fine. But as your best friend, I am asking you to do it for me.” he says making a heart with his hands. You push him off the couch.   “Fine.” he looks at you, eyes wide with shock,   “Really?”   “Yes.” you say rolling your eyes at him. He smiles largely,   “I’ll go down to the station-”   “So help me Gordon. If anything happens…” you say grabbing his arm, letting him know.   “It’ll be fine. You’ll make a great addition. Detective Y/n, it has a nice ring to it.” He says as he puts on his shoes and opens the door, “Oh and thanks for last night. The amusement park was a blast.”   “Glad you liked it. Because I’m banned from it.”   “Not surprised. Ms. “I’m a rage gamer”. So much rage.” He says emphasizing, i'm a rage gamer. You roll your eyes yet again,   “Bye Gordon.”   “Bye Y/n.” he says as he leaves. You sigh. Now you were a detective. Great…

Friday

   “Hey Y/n.” Harvey says as he passes you.

  “Hey partner.” you say as he double takes.   “Gordon. I think she’s trying to steal your job.” he says in a low voice, but loud enough for you to hear.   “No Harvey. She’s actually a detective now.”   “Did you lose a bet or something. Cause I remember when we went out for drinks and you said you’d never become a cop in any way, shape, or form.”   “No Harvey. I just decided to, under the influence of Jimmy of course.”   “I knew it. What are you using to blackmail her?”   “The, “I’m your best friend” shtick.”   “Shame on you Jim. Shame.”   “It seems like you’re always hunting this guy.” You say as you run with them.   “Well he is The hit man owned by the biggest crime boss of Gotham.”   “And you guys have not managed to kill him yet?”   “Considering, we’re always trying to save our assess? No.”   “I see why.” You say as you evade an almost fatal bullet. You run across shooting and motion for them to to do the same. They follow suit and you three move your way closer to the target.   “Y/n! WATCH OUT!” Gordon yells, and you turn around to find darkness. You loose consciousness.

   “I didn’t know what to do…”    “So you kidnapped her!?”    “Yea…”    “Does Penguin even know?”    “No…”    “You have failed. Get out, before I tell Penguin.” you knew those voices. Images and sounds play in your mind.    “Phone, and house break.” you whisper quietly, grabbing their attention. You hear footsteps, and immediately became quiet.    “We should go…” The phone guy says in a hushed tone. Their footsteps grow softer and you can hear a creak of a door.    “Y/n should never know that we were the ones who did it…” The house break guy says as he shuts the door. You frown, beginning to think of a way to escape.    The sound of gunshots wakes you yet again. You look around only to realize, you were still tied up. Fatigue catches you again, and you unwillingly fall asleep.

Saturday

   “Y/N!!” Someone yells. Your head perks up. You listen closely to wear it had come from; Outside. You stand up, and fiddle your way around the room. You had woken up blind. Well temporarily blind at least. You had drunken some kind of drug given to last night and woke up blind.    “Hello?” You ask out into the darkness.    “Y/N!” the voice yells, “I’M OVER HERE!” you walk towards the voice, and hit a wall. You just sit there, waiting. Waiting to be found, waiting to see. Just waiting. Hands grab your shoulders ripping you from your thoughts and you scream.    “No no no no. Shhhhhhh!” the voice says, “I’m here to get you out.”    “Who are you?” you ask frantically, “Did Tabitha or James send you?”    “No. I’m just a good samaritan, you could say.”    “That’s good to know. I’m Y/n.”    “I’m Edward, but people call me Ed.”    “Ed, where are we going?” you ask as you hold his hand, carefully following him.    “Wherever you want. At least once we get out of here.”    “There you are Ed!” a voice calls. You turn towards the voice, but of course, see nothing.    “Victor. I thought you left,” Ed says, in an almost hostile tone.    “Ed. You know we stick together. We’re a team.”    “But Vic-”    “Who’s this lovely lady?” Victor asks, cutting Ed off.    “This is Y/n. I’m helping her escape.”    “Ah. Ah. Ah. Ed, I told you about teamwork. We are helping her escape.” he says, and you hear a faint grumble.    “Here, drink this. This should help with your blindness.” He gives you a drink and you blink a couple times. Nothing happening.    “Ed, i’m still blind.” you say giving him back the cup.    “Yea, you’ll get your sight back in the next few minutes.” he says, then you hear shuffling.    “Do you know who kidnapped you?” Victor asks    “Yea. It was a hit man named Zsasz. He’s bald, and that’s all I know.”    “That sucks.” he says, in an almost sad tone,    “But at least we rescued you. Who would’ve known what he could’ve done. He could’ve raped you. Who knows?” Ed says in an almost playful tone. You hear the sound of a punch and you could only assume they were fighting.

    “So where are we going next?” You ask as you look up to find that neither one of your saviors were there. You had just gotten your eyesight back and right after you had told them you could see some stuff they had taken you to the amusement park. Now that you could see fully, you could see that they were gone.   “Sorry.” a voice says after having ran into someone. You look up to see a tall man with nice black hair, brown eyes, and black glasses. He looks at you, eyes wide, and starts coughing. He shakes his head as he walks away coughing. You shrug and start walking home to Tabitha. She’d be very interested in knowing how you day went.

Sunday

  “I don’t like this.” Y/n says as they rig her up.

  “Well considering you’re the closest thing we have to getting information from him.”    “And why is that Jim?” Harvey asks joining the conversation,    “Well didn’t you hear about it?”    “No. What?”    “She went on a date with a hitman and a cop killer.”    “Wow. She must feel really mortified by that.”    “Oh shut up!” you say, and both of them laugh, “I was blind.”    “No excuse.” Jim says as he reloads his gun, “Now get stepping. You have a date to go on.” You roll your eyes and leave the GCPD with Jim and Harvey.

   “Tabby!” you yell up the stairs. You walk up the stairs hearing her voice, but then you walk slowly hearing more than just her voice,    “She actually did notice me,” a voice you identify as Ed says.    “More than just the ‘rescue’? Because I don’t believe that counts. She won’t be able to identify you on the streets or even when she sees you. Besides I should count this as invalid. Being that you blinded her and all.”    “But it wasn’t just me. Zsasz is the idiot that kidnapped her.”    “You kidnapped my cousin!!” Tabitha whisper shouts    “An accident.” A voice, you identify as Victor says, “She happened to be with Gordon. The one I actually meant to kidnap.”    “That’s no excuse. Once you realized it was her you should’ve returned her.” Tabitha says    “It was Nygma’s idea to keep her.”    “Was not.”    “Was to.”    “Was not.”    “Was to.”    “Was-”    “I DON’T FUCKING CARE WHOSE IDEA IT WAS. YOU KIDNAPPED MY COUSIN AND EXPECT TO ME TO SHOW SYMPATHY!?” she says yelling, “That’s it.” her voice dripping with venom, “That deal we had; is off. ANd as for you two-”    “You’re under arrest.” You say swinging open the door. And before the three can react you shoot all three of them. Shocked by what you had done Tabitha looks at you, plead in her eyes, before collapsing. One by one, they all fall to the ground and Gordon walks in.    “Y/n…” he says wearily.    “Don’t worry,” you say pulling out your ammo, “Sleeping darts.”

[klbwriting]

Costume Party with Victor

There stood Victor, dressed in his normal all black attire, being the antithesis of your all white garb.  You were the symbol of good and purity and he was the symbol of evil and sin.  It was very much your actual relationship and you liked the dynamic the two of you had.  Plus, he didn't really own anything else but black and you honestly couldn't imagine him wearing any other color.  He wouldn't be Victor without the black hit man attire and you wanted him to feel comfortable.  He nodded to you, flashing a barley there smile. "You look wonderful Y/N, very angelic," he said.  He offered you his arm and you smiled.  "We are going to a nice costume party."  You perked up, happy to be going somewhere nice.  You had been worried he would be taking you somewhere seedy or maybe to Penguin's place.  You always went to those types of places and wanted something different.   "Thank you for the compliment and I'm excited!" you said, bright smile gracing your face and causing his eyes to become soft.  You could always tell how he was doing by his eyes.  He could hide the emotion sometimes, but they normally held all his feelings and gave you the ability to read him like a book.  He turned away from you, leading you out of your building and to a waiting taxi.  Once inside he produced a mask you, white with sequins, and one for himself, black and velvety.  You chatted as you were driven to the party, barely registering how quiet Victor had gotten.   You arrived at the party and you could see the change immediately and you groaned.  He ignored it, helping you out of the taxi and headed into the fancy hotel banquet room.  He told you he would be right back and you glared.  He was here for a job.  That was why you were somewhere nice, he was only here to do his job.  You went to the refreshment table and got a drink, downing it quick before getting another one.  You walked around the outside of the crowd, watching people, wondering when he would be done.  After half an hour you gave up and went back outside, about to get into another taxi when you felt him by your side. "I'm going home Victor," you said.  He looked down at you puzzled.   "No Y/N, please come back to the party," he said, almost sounding desperate.  It was a new sound from him, never had his voice sounded nervous before.  You were more intrigued by this than anything so you agreed to stay, letting him lead you back inside.  Once inside you could hear your favorite song playing from the speakers, making you look at Victor curiously.  He led you to the side of the dance floor, pulling you close into a sweet slow waltz, creating a small world all your own. "Where were you? Doing a job?" you asked, trying to sound angry even though that original bitterness was melting away as you danced.  The song ended and another of your favorites came on, Victor continuing to dance. "Of sorts, no death, just retrieving a package," he said.  You frowned. "Victor, you know this is my favorite day of the year, how could you be doing a job today?  You said this would be about me only," you said.  You know it sounded selfish but he had promised you a special evening and you had hoped he would keep that promise.  He smiled softly at you and pulled back. "The job was about you.  I was retrieving something very special for you," he said.  He looked to you intently, sliding down to one knee, producing a small black box from the holster.  You stared, mouth starting to fall open as you realize what it is.   "Victor..." you whisper, voice catching in your throat.  He opens the box showing a white gold band with a black onyx heart shaped stone.   "You are the lover of a very broken and disturbed man yet you never waver from me and who I am.  I want you to carry what you already have, my very black heart.  Please Y/N, my person, marry me," he said, watching your face.  You took a couple deep breaths before nodding. "Yes Victor, of course," you said, smiling wide.  He smiled up at you, standing and sliding the ring onto your finger.  He pulled you close, kissing you deeply before starting to dance with you again, no one else at the party noticing your moment, it was just for you and your memories.

[klbwriting]

I’ll Get You Back

Fandom: Gotham

Pairing: Victor Zsasz x Reader

Word Count: 1,185

Warnings: smut smut smut, violence, Victor being creepy

Request: smut with Victor saving reader

You sat bound to the chair, the room around you dark, smelling dank and vaguely like death.  You swallowed hard, willing yourself to keep calm.  You needed to stay calm.  That's what Victor said was the first rule when dealing with people like this, stay calm and keep your head clear.  You slowed your breath, measuring the seconds between inhale and exhale, counting, in through your nose and out through your mouth.  After a few minutes of doing this you had calmed your heart and your mind was clear.  Your eyes had adjusted to the dimness of the room, making out vaguely that you were alone and that the chair was the only object in the room.  There was a door to your right, about twelve feet away, and light was coming from underneath it.  You started scooting the chair towards the door when you heard commotion around you.   You froze as the door opened and a man walked in, holding a machine gun towards the door, walking backwards in front of you.  You saw an outline in the door and breathed a sigh of relief, Victor.  The man in front of you hadn't realized you moved and tripped right over you, falling on his back and knocking the chair over.  You were now on the ground, still tied but facing the man.  He looked terrified.  There was a shot and then he lay lifeless next to you.  You took more deep breaths, trying to calm down again.  You looked towards Victor, his eyes dead at the moment, completely in the zone.  He didn't acknowledge you as he cut away your bonds and lifted you into his arms.  He was silent carrying you to the car he had in front of the old house and remained silent on the way home, hand gripping the gun close to his body, ready to fire should anyone get in his way.   You had seen many sides to Victor since you had met him but this side, the killer side, had always stayed hidden from you.  You could see why now.  He was terrifying.  The eyes that barely blinked and were normally full of smiles and happiness were blank, looking dead and the face you had gotten used to seeing with a smile or a laugh was stoic and held still with barely contained rage.  You wanted to say something, to break the spell that had fallen over your lover but you were scared of him.  Scared speechless in the face of what was surly an agent of death and destruction, so you remained silent as he pulled into your home.  Finally when you got upstairs and to your room he broke the silence. "Are you alright?  Did they hurt you my person?" he asked, his face melting into concern and worry.  Your fear of him faded and you sagged, letting out a sigh.  Tears started streaming down your face as the fear you hadn't allowed yourself to feel while caught flooded your body.  The tears quickened and you were wracked with sobs.  Victor's arms encircled you, hugging you close to him.  "It is alright now."  You nodded, still crying into him.  He held you as long as you needed. It took some time but the tears slowed and you looked up at him before leaning in and kissing him.  He kissed you back, lips gentle against yours.  When you parted you smiled weakly at him. "Thank you Victor, for coming for me," you whispered.  He smiled back at you, forehead leaning to yours.   "Of course, you are my person, I would go to the ends of the earth to get you back," he said.  You nodded and kissed him again.  The kiss started sweet and slow before it deepened and became heated.  His hands slid up your shirt, peeling it off your body before unclasping your bra, backing you towards the bed.  You felt your knees hit and let yourself fall backwards, laying down and smiling at him.  He smirked, kneeling down and sliding your shoes off.  He moved on to your pants and panties before kissing slowly up one leg and down the other.  You moaned softly, wanting so bad to feel his lips on your sex.   "Please Victor," you whispered, running your fingers over his head as he kissed at your thighs.  He smirked and nuzzled your thigh before his tongue licked a stripe up your slit.  You groaned out in pleasure, hips bucking involuntarily at the pressure.  He put a hand up, holding you down as his tongue once again lapped at you.  You moaned out loudly again and full on cried out when he sucked gently on your clit.  He continued this sweet torture until you were so close to release, then he would pull back, making you whine.  He did this two more times before standing.   Before he could take his own pants off you sat up, hands working on his pants as fast as you could.  Once his member was free you slid your mouth over him, taking him deep inside before pulling off with a pop.  You looked up to see him staring down at you, eyes filled with lust.  His hand tangled into your hair and he guided your mouth back to his cock and you gladly took it in again, moving up and down slowly before moving faster.  He growled a little at the sensation.  He pulled you off and pushed you to lay back again.  You slid to the head of bed and watched him climb on, kissing up your body slowly, taking a breast into his mouth, rolling the nipple slowly.  He moved from one to the other, giving the other breast the same treatment, your voice getting louder as you called his name.  He smirked.  He liked hearing you say his name.   "Say it louder..." he whispered, bringing his fingers up to play with your clit.  You screamed his name again, louder this time.  "Scream it baby..." he said as he pinched.  That did you in and you screamed out his name, back arching.  While you were in the middle of your orgasm he pushed inside you, holding still until you came down.  Once you were panting and relaxed he started to move to at a quick pace.  You felt yourself starting to get built up again, voice getting hoards with all the moaning and your mind was clouded with lust.  Victor kissed your lips and face, whispering words of love to you.  You were soon almost at that high again and Victor was close behind.   "I love you," you whispered to him before crying out his name as you climaxed around him.  The feeling of your walls clenching around him caused his release and he let out a cry of your name.  You held onto each other as you worked through your orgasms, just kissing sweetly and panting.  He moved to lay next to you, pulling you close and burying his face in your neck. "No one will ever take you from me again" he whispered.  You smiled, knowing that he would keep that promise.