#birds of prey x you

[lunar-knight84]

LITTLE BIRDIE

Victor Zsasz (BOP) x (18+)Afab reader

Summary: your an informant for the gotham police and your mission was to catch the attention of Roman Sionis but instead it seems you have caught the attention of his right hand man

Warning/stuff inside: Smut, public sex (it's in a bathroom), P in v action, fingering F receiving, kind of rough/dark sex, a bit of knife play, pet name (dolly, birdie, ect), OOC ( i'm sorry i tired), reader is kind of weird (i wrote this around 1:30 in the morning after a long day im so so sorry y'all), Roman is mentioned in this, kind of noncon at first but the reader gets into it, nipple play,calling Victor daddy, orgasm denial , choking,unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), he cums inside you,no after care, some praise, and not proof read

N/A: This is my first time writing smut so please be nice! I know I'm a bit off my rocker for writing about Mr Zsasz but I watched Bird of prey while I was knitting and I swear I felt a tear go down my leg. I hope you enjoy thi story and feel free to write a comment! Also minors DNI this story is 18+ thank you!

You entered the black mask club wearing a very revealing outfit that you were sure would catch the attention of the very dangerous Roman Sionis. You walked around and surveyed the room seeing who were henchmen and who were here just to have fun. You finally made it to the bar and ordered a drink. Your eyes on the other hand had found Roman sitting in a booth with a few girls and his right hand man. You thought for a moment what romans right hand man name was but the thought slipped your mind as you saw Roman flicker his hand at the right hand man.. You watched as Roman continued to flirt with the girls at his booth while his right hand made his way to the bar. You immediately averted your eyes from Roman as you saw that the henchman stood next to you and ordered a few drinks. ¨here you go Mr Zsasz¨ the bartender says as he passes a few drinks to the henchman who you now know goes by Mr Zsasz. you stir your drinks hoping that Mr Zsasz would leave soon so that you could make your move on Roman but as you say him turn to leave he stops in his tracks but soon walks off to Roman. You couldn't help but let your eyes follow Mr Zsasz you saw he had a bunch of cuts and you definitely knew who he was now and fear creeped into you a bit along with a strange pleasurable fire lit in between your legs. You take a long sip of your drink, yeah of course you noticed that Mr Zsasz was attractive but now that your memory was kicking in of what some of your police pals have said about this man only made your feelings more conflicted. After nursing your drink a bit more you finally made your way towards Roman. You sat in the booth with Roman for a while flirting and chatting him up all while feeling the eyes of Mr Zsasz on you. After almost two hours of chatting and flirting Roman decided he had enough of you and took another poor girl to his penthouse. You breathe out a sigh of relief, happy that you werent gonna have to do the dirty with Roman to get the information you needed. This night wasn't as complete a loss though you did get some information that may be vital to the police so you were kind of glad. While you were heading on your way to the bathroom to make a call someone grabbed you by the waist and held a knife to your throat, pulling you into the mens bathroom. You tried to scream but your mouth was covered and soon you felt the coolness of the blade against your neck which immediately made you go still. You felt a breath by the shell of your right ear and soon words came ¨hi little birdie~ i saw you at the bar then with the boss~¨. You gulped as you felt the knife dig a bit deeper in your throat, you immediately knew who had you in their hold. ¨H-hi Mr Zsasz…¨ you let out a shallow whisper as you felt heat travel up to your cheeks. ¨don't be so formally doll , call me victor¨ he says as you feel his hand slowly move under your shirt. You let out a small whimper at his rough hand slowly touching your skin. You were confused, a warm fire ignited in your core when you felt his touch and yet the knife against your neck was only adding to the flame. Victor chuckles against your ear ¨such a pretty birdie~ such a shame the boss didn't take a liking to you…i sure did¨ victor says as he gently strokes the dull side of the knife against your collarbone and down to the top of your outfit. Without warning he immediately rips your outfit open to reveal your bra. You whimper as you go to cover yourself but Victor grabs your arm and pulls them back against his chest as he grinds his pelvis against your ass. ¨you see what you did to me little birdie?~don't move again or i'll cut you~¨ he says with a smirk as you gasp as you feel his drag the blade gently down to your breasts as he cuts your bra letting your chest become bare. ¨please victor…¨ you say flustered as heat travels again to your cheeks and ears in embarrassment and a strange excitement. Victor just smiles as he immediately puts down the knife as spins you around. You finally see Victor's face clearly as you see him give a toothy grin before smashing his lips against you greedily.

You let out a surprised gasp as your lips connect. The kiss is rough and greedy as he forces you to let his tongue in his mouth. You couldn’t help but let out a tiny moan when you felt his tongue dancing with yours. He still had your arms behind your back in a tight grip but soon he let them good and grabbed your hips, pressing himself into you more. With your now free hands you, you had a chance. You had a chance to escape and head to the police station or stay here with Victor and see where this night goes with him. In your head you said fuck it as you stopped kissing Victor and move to sit on the bathroom counter. “Please come play with me….” You say gently as you pull Victor towards you again. “Of course I’ll play with you with you little birdie~” victory grins as his hand immediately goes to your chest, squeezing and playing with your nipples. While his mouth attacks your throat leaving bite marks and hickeys which only added to your pleasurable heating in your tummy. You let out small moans as you move your hands into his hair. “Victor..” you say in a soft pleasurable whimper as he moves down to kiss your collarbone, leaving marks wherever his lips touch. “You have such pretty tits birdie~” Victor says, teasing you as he pinches both of your nipples. He leaves a few kisses on your chest and soon his teasing tone changes to something much colder. “Take the rest of your clothes off now” he says demandingly while beginning to take off his belt. You quickly take off the rest of your already tore up dress along with your panties. leaving you fully nude now. Victor let out a low growl seeing you completely nude as his hand down your curves. “Beautiful birdie~…” Victor says as his hand cups your sex. You let out a surprise gasp when he put a finger in you. “Moan for me little birdie~…” he says with an evil grin as he begins to rub your clit while adding another finger. “So tight and I only have two fingers in ... .your gonna be fun to play with little dolly~” you continue to moan his words only adding more to the immense pleasure you feel with his fingers. Victor kisses your lips while fingering you and rubbing your clit. Soon you feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm just by his two fingers. Victor feels you tighten around his fingers and he smirks. As he stops his movement and looks at you, lifting up your chin to meet his eyes. “Does the little birdie want to cum on daddy’s fingers?~” he says, teasing your clit by gently ghosting over it with his finger. You nod hurriedly “please!!” You say crying out as you feel your orgasm fading as you buck yourself impatiently against his finger hoping to get some friction. Victor frowns and tuts “good birdies only cum when they wait for it ....I guess the only way your cumming is on my cock…” he says his mischievous toothy grin. You cry out in frustration as Victor fiips you over and bends you over the counter. He takes his cock out and rubs it against your folds. You whine out “please…fuck me…” victor chuckles “please fuck me daddy?…” he says while slapping your ass. You shiver and let out a mewl as he slaps your ass and repeat his words “please fuck me daddy!” You Lean back against his cock trying to get some more friction. Victor chuckles holding your hips tightly they would for sure leave bruises on your hips. He whispers “don’t move little birdie~…” he says as you feel the coolness of the knife against your back. He slowly drags the dull side of the blade down your back. This only causes you to shiver a bit as you feel the blade against your bare back. “Good birdie…now time for a reward..” he says as he slowly starts to put his cock inside. You moan out feeling the delicious burn of the stretch his cock gives you. Victor lifts you up against his chest as you get adjusted to his cock. “Ready little birdie~” he coos, mocking you as he begins to thrust at a quick pace. You begin to moan out while he fucks you at this pace. One of his hands goes up to your breast and pinches and teases your nipples .

All you can hear is your babbling voice, the occasional grunt ,and growl from Victor,and skin slapping. Your head's so cloudy and full of pleasure you barely register the hand that made it to your throat currently cutting off some of your oxygen. You gasp out as Victor picks up his pace. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. Victor feels you clenching down on his cock and he smiles as he himself is close to finishing as well. He slows his pace which has to whining, not wanting this organism which is so so close to be taken away. before Victor can speak you cut him off with pleads “daddy! Please let me cum please please!” You say begging for your release. “Good little birdie..” victor says as he picks up his pace once moving and moving his hand away from your throat down to your puff clit. As soon as Victor starts doing messy circles on your clit you feel yourself cumming hard on his cock. Victor moans out as he cums deep inside you, pumping you full of his seed as your legs shake and your mouth is in a silent O. You pant as you feel your body come back down to earth. Victor is panting as well and he leans against you as his cock is still deep inside you. He slowly pulls out as he smirks and puts your panties back on. “Keep this pretty thing full of my cum for me little birdie~” he says as he taps your sex one last time before giving you his jacket and exiting the bathroom.you stand there with shaky legs as you feel his cum dripping out of you. Humiliation begins to flow through your veins as you realize you're still gonna have to report to the police. You sigh as you look at your chest and see the marks Victor left on you. You smile knowing you were gonna think of this night for a very long time<3

#x reader #victor zsasz x reader #dc x reader #Birds of prey x reader #Mr Zsasz x reader #chris messina x reader #x reader smut #Victor Zsasz x you #birds of prey x you

[kindasleepywriter]

Public Displays of Affection - Azriel x Reader

Chapter summary: This is a Christmas themed oneshot of a series I'm working on (Bird of Prey masterlist), but it can be read as a standalone! It's set a few years after the end of the series, but it doesn't spoil the main story.

Warnings: None! Just a lot of fluff

Word count: 850.

Sidenote: Accidentally posted this on my personal blog at first! this is the re-upload on the right account <3

Winter Solstice was rapidly approaching. If the bite of frost in the air didn’t remind you of the fact, the extravagant amount of decoration in the House of Wind did. They’d started appearing a few weeks ago and now covered most surfaces, admittedly bringing you more joy than you let on every time you went to the library to pick up a new book. Solstice felt bittersweet to you, but you let yourself enjoy the parts you could.

You watched Azriel as you leaned in the door frame of the sitting room as he helped Feyre and Nyx make what looked to be garlands, although the latter’s work might be considered an abstract representation of one. You smiled gently as the ease with which he laughed with the others. You were glad he’d become more confident alongside you.

He glanced up, as if reading your thoughts. Your heart skipped a beat at the wide smile he gave you, still so affected at the sight of him, despite the years. He always could manage to get your heart racing from the most innocent of gestures. When you thought back, you could see it clear as day: he was always the one you were meant to be with from the first day, despite what you felt then. No one had managed to break through the walls that had numbed you to the world except for him, even if it had initially been through confrontations of anger.  

Azriel whispered a few words to Nyx, the young boy giggling at his words and rushing to his mother’s side, before walking over to your side, circling around you so he held your back against his chest. He swayed slowly with you to the soft beat of the music surrounding you both.

“Penny for your thought?” he whispered, soft breath tickling the skin behind your ear.

“I don’t think you can afford all of them right now, Az,” you chuckled, turning your face to his and raising a hand to brush a wisp of hair straying on his forehead. “But I’ll give you one for free if you want.”

He hummed, eyes fixed on yours and his hands rubbing slow circles against your hips. “I’d empty Rhys’ entire vault for you, love, don’t tempt me to do so,” he said. You laughed, turning to put your hands around his neck, his hands finding their way around you and flattening against your shirt in the sensitive spot between your wings. You sighed in contentment, a shiver running down your spine. “But I’ll happily take what you’ll give me.” he continued quietly.

“I’m thinking that I never truly thanked you for sticking by me through it all.” You kissed him softly, pulling your head back with a chuckle as he tried to follow. “I couldn’t have hoped for someone more perfect than you.”

You felt his grin against your lips, smiling back at you. He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to yours. “And I’ve been the luckiest in Prythian to see you shine, my love.”

You went to speak again, but your words were interrupted by the sound of something whizzing through the air, but no sound of impact came, only a smacking sound across the room and an undignified squeak. Azriel did not move from his position, arms tightening, but rolled his eyes and raised his voice. “Cass, if you don’t put down that second wreath you’re holding, I won’t hesitate to tell Nesta what you got her for Solstice this instant.”

A feminine laugh rang across the room.

“You guys are no fun together.” Cassian muttered, more laughs ringing from the others around you. Your cheeks reddened and tension ran through you, not unnoticed by Azriel. “Want to get out of here?” he whispered.

“Please, before he decided to move on to more intimidating weapons.” you snickered.

“I’ll have you know that wreaths are perfectly acceptable projectiles when you two lovebirds are being-” You were grateful for Cassian’s indignant protest being cut off by darkness surrounding you, you and your lover disappearing to your shared bedroom.

Your wings spread on instinct when your feet caught solid ground, and you immediately caged Azriel against the wall, your hands resting on his defined pectorals. “I believe Cassian might need to learn to be grateful of our discretion in public, love.” he muttered playfully.

“We could always show him exactly how much we restrain ourselves in their presence,” you purred. You were always more playful when you two were alone. “I’m sure a little demonstration might remind him of the fact.”

You shuddered as his hands trailed down your back, over your rear and to your thighs, tapping them slightly, and you jumped with a single beat of your wings, obliging his silent demand. He caught you, spinning you around and leading you to the bed, softly laying you down.

Not a single word was uttered about your public displays of affection again.

If I'm being honest, I was planning on finishing up Bird of Prey before Christmas and was hoping to post this as a follow-up, but finals got the best of me. I should be posting more during the holidays!

Banner created by the amazing @saradika!

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[teaaagan]

Best person ever!

Cassandra: Where's Harley?

Pamela: Don't worry, I'll find she

Pamela, shouting: Y/N sucks!

Harley, distantly: Y/N is the best person ever!Fuck you!

Pamela: Found she

#incorrect quotes #dc #harley quinn #harley quinn x you #harley quinn x reader #harley quinn x male reader #harley quinn x fem reader #harley quinn x fem!reader #harley quinn x male!reader #harley quinn x gn!reader #harley quinn x gn reader #birds of prey #harleen quinzel #harleen quinzel x reader #harleen quinzel x fem reader #harleen quinzel x male reader #harleen quinzel x gn reader #harley quinn x female reader

[pandorascripts]

Maddening Love

summary: harley never meant to become what she was afraid of. it seems she did though.

pairing: harley quinn x gn!reader (can be read as fem)

warnings: murder, gun violence, making out.

note: this has been in my drafts for a while, and I fricking love harley. thought she deserved some love, so please send in requests for her!!! <333

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Harley turns on her heel, huffing a hot breath into the cold winter air. “You don’t love me no more.”

You rush up to Harley, reaching out, but retract your hand at the last moment. “Harls, no, no, I do.” Frowning, you timidly place a hand on her cold shoulder. 

With a fury you’ve never seen before in her eyes, Harley glares at you. “I don’t appreciate liars, cupcake.”

The venom in her words knocks you off guard, but you know Harley. You know she has her jealousies, when someone got too frisky with you, or when she herself was battling her own insecurities. You shake your head, knowing she needs comfort. It was something she’d always lacked in her relationship with him, so you were determined to give it to her. 

“I’m no liar. I love you, Harley. Only you.” You wrap your arms around her, burying your head into her neck. Even if the position is uncomfortable, considering Harley is taller than you, and you need to be on your tip-toes, you hold out for as long as you can. 

When your ankles are hurting, and your feet are aching, you lean away of her. You still keep yours arms wrapped around her neck, your left thumb brushing against her skin. Looking into her eyes, you see anger and hurt, but underneath there, there’s a look you’ve seen so many times. Insecurity. 

“What’s got you upset, Harley?”

She shakes her head, softly biting her lip as she looks away from you. “Nothin’, it’s stupid.”

“Harley,” you pause, gently guiding her head back to you, “your feelings aren’t stupid. Please.”

Your eyebrows ease up and you try to dump all your emotions into your eyes. You pour all your love for her, your own insecurities, everything you hold, but you know that it’s useless. You felt too much for her, there’s was no possible way you could measure it to size, much less show all of it. 

Harley caves, leaning down into you as her hands wrap around your sides. “You promise you love me?”

“Always.”

A small sniffle comes from Harley, and you feel your heart shatter. The shards from your heart pierce your lungs, making your breathing turn jagged. Tears of your own form and you don’t bother hiding them. “I will always love you, Harls.”

A minute of silence passes and you think you’ve reminded her, but her troubles overpower her, again. 

“Prove it.”

Desperately, you nod your head. 

“How?”

Harley’s head retreats from your neck and she meets your eyes. Her hand comes up to your face, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“I’d kill for you, Harls.”

She shakes her head, a beautifully crazed smile gracing her lips. “No, that’s too easy, sweetheart. The question is, would’ja love me if I killed?”

You nod your head hastily. “You cant scare me.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Harley takes your hand, the other one pulling out a handgun as she retreats back into the nightclub you’d just left. “What if I shot up this joint, huh? What ‘bout then?”

“I’d take the blame.”

You quicken your pace, longing to be at her side. 

“Would’ja?” she questions, back turned to the door. With a nod of your head, she kicks it open. 

The once muffled music cuts through the December night, loud lights blind you as you trail after her inwards. Harley’s grip on your hand only tightens as she walks forward, handgun pressed to her side.  Sweaty bodies collide against yours, and you’re reminded why you hate clubs. The bodies pushing and pulling at you make you sick, but when Harley’s hand is in yours, it drowns out anything else. 

When she reaches dead center, she pulls you close to her. Harley leans down to your ear, practically yelling over the music. 

“Would’ja be my New Years kiss?” she asks, giggling mischievously. 

The crowd counts down, and as they reach two, you pull Harley downwards by her collar. Her lips meet yours on the last number, and her gun fires. People run around you and Harley, all desperate to escape their deaths. Bodies bump into you; but her lips planted firmly on yours ground you against them. Harley’s free hand grips the back on your neck, the other causing chaos. Screams fill your ears as Harley empties her clip, bullets flying in all directions, and you bring her back down to you again. Softly, Harley bites your lip, releasing it with a pop as she backs away. 

You take a moment to look around. Bodies surround you two, and in a comical way, you make out a heart. Harley steps forward again, holding your chin back as you share air. 

“Still love me now, honey?”

You nod, not bothering to address the cold barrel pointed at your head. 

“What if I pulled the trigga?”

“Yes,” you husk out, not hesitating in the slightest. “You emptied your mag already, it wouldn’t do anything.”

“What if I had a bullet?”

You scan her eyes, her cold ones piercing through yours. It doesn’t bother you though, you have enough warmth and love to fill up hers. You’d gladly share it. 

“Same answer, Harls. You can’t scare me away.” 

Slowly, you bring her back down to you. Her warm lips greet yours, and you know you’ve smudged her lipstick. Harley pulls back, kissing the corner of your mouth and then your jaw. 

“You don’ care that imma killa?”

You shake your head slightly, still wanting her lips on your skin. “No.”

“No?” she asks, planting another kiss below your ear. 

A shiver runs down your spine, one of your hands holds Harley’s head as the other holds her lower back. “Not at all.”

Sirens blare around you, but you don’t mind. Harley whispers something incoherent, her hands on your hips having your full attention. You nod, mumbling yes, and her warm body is pulled out of yours. Your eyes snap open, desperately searching for pink and blue, but you can’t find it. As the doors bust open, and swarms of yells surround you, you drop to your knees. Cold metal clicks around your wrist as rough hands pull you up. 

The shocking realization that Harley had left you hits like a brick, and you blink several times, with each one wishing this wasn’t true. 

“Harls!” you yell, trashing against the cops. 

A sob racks through your body as a hard object slams against your stomach. You gasp, heart shattered once again, the evidence burrowing itself deep in your lungs. You cry and plead, but when they toss you in a room, you don’t say a thing. Harley may have betrayed you, but you’d never fathom of doing the same. If she needed her reassurance for your love, this had to be it, right? The more you suffer, the more it shows you care. Harley would see you suffering, and she know you’d truly care for her. She’d get you out, she had to. The thought brought a smile to your lips, a giggle cracking them apart. 

“You killed nine people, this isn’t a laughing matter.”

You look up to the detective, seeing his disappointed face. “I think it is.”

Another crazed smile paints itself on your lips. 

“Who was with you?” he demands, hands slamming against the steel table. 

You don’t flinch, not even moving a muscle as you stare at him. “Just me…”

“Those red lips on your neck say otherwise.”

“Can you blame a girl for having fun? Saw this cute blonde girl, made out with her for New Years, and then,” you pause, trying to build up dramatic suspense, “then I pumped her full of lead, ‘long with those eight other people.”

He nods his head. “Thanks for the confession. With that, you won’t be getting a trial,” he walks away, mumbling the last part of his sentence,”not like you crazies deserve one.”

You mock a salute to him on his way out. 

Harley’d get you, she’d kill all these mediocre officers. A laugh surges through your broken lungs, wheezing out and shattering the silence. 

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[kindasleepycryptid]

Public Displays of Affection - Azriel x Reader

I posted this to the wrong account! You can find the re-upload on my writing blog right here: @kindasleepywriter

Chapter summary: This is a Christmas themed oneshot of a series I'm working on (Bird of Prey masterlist), but it can be read as a standalone! It's set a few years after the end of the series, but it doesn't spoil the main story.

Warnings: None! Just a lot of fluff

Word count: 850.

#azriel x reader #azriel #acotar #acotar x reader #acotar fanfic #azriel fanfic #azriel POV #azriel x you #azriel x y/n #acotar winter solstice #bird of prey

[alienguts]

Fan Club (Harley Quinn x f!Reader)

Summary: Harley introduces her amazing girlfriend to the Birds of Prey

Warnings: Fluff, Harley squeeing over Y/N, PDA, mentions of food

Request?: Requested on AO3

A/N: I'm still trying to get the hang of writing F/F stuff 😕

Harley was unusually cheery as she sat in the diner with Dinah and Helena. She was normally quite peppy and cheerful on a regular day, but this time she was almost bouncing in her seat.

“Harley, what did you invite us here for?” Dinah asked while Helena looked out the window.

“I wanted to introduce you all to someone important,” Harley said excitedly.

“Important?” Helena asked, turning her attention back to the table. “How ‘important’ are we talking?”

“Well, the most important person to me,” Harley said, her pale skin flushing as she turned her eyes down to the table.

Dinah and Helena exchanged a knowing glance just as the bell over the diner door rang.

“Hey, you can’t bring that in here!” one of the waitresses yelled as a hyena on a leash bounded through the room, followed by a girl trying to hold it back.

“She’s here!” Harley squealed in delight and leapt to her feet. The hyena made a beeline for her, pulling the girl along with it and knocking a few diners into the tables.

“He had to come in as soon as he knew his mommy was here,” the girl said breathlessly.

“Because he’s a good boy!” Harley said as she ruffled the hyena’s furry head. “Aren’t you, Brucie?”

Bruce licked Harley’s face and tried to jump onto her but was held back by his leash.

“Um, are you going to introduce us, Harley?” Dinah said from their table.

“Oh! Yeah, I was,” Harley said as she linked arms with the girl and led her and Bruce over to sit down. “This is Dinah and Helena, Renee couldn’t be here because of cop shit. Ladies, this is Y/N, my amazing, beautiful, super hot girlfriend.”

Y/N waved awkwardly, or as much as she could with Harley clinging onto her.

“Nice to meet you,” she said shyly.

Dinah knew that Harley had started seeing someone, but she didn’t expect them to be like Y/N. Harley was so lively and colourful while Y/N seemed to be more subdued and quiet. Opposites attract, she figured.

“So, Y/N,” Dinah started. “How did you and Harley meet?”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but Harley jumped in for her immediately.

“Oh my god it’s so cute, we met at the library!” Harley said, pronouncing it as ‘lie-berry’.

“Library, sweetie,” Y/N corrected. “It’s where I work. I thought she was coming in to borrow movies but it turned out it was to talk to me.”

“Aw, that's sweet,” Dinah said as she and Helena watched Harley rest her head on Y/N’s shoulder.

“Guys, she’s so smart, she knows so much about so many things!”

“Babe, you have a PhD,” Y/N said. 

“Oh that old thing doesn’t matter,” Harley said with a handwave. She must really like this girl if she’s willing to say that, Helena thought, knowing how proud Harley was of her qualifications.

After a lunch that mostly consisted of Harley gushing about Y/N through mouthfuls of food, the four ladies went outside to say their goodbyes for the day.

Or at least, that’s what Dinah and Helena were about to do when they turned around to Harley lip-locked with Y/N as she tried to keep Bruce by her side. The two of them seemed to be oblivious to the fact that they were out on the street and were contained in their own little bubble of love. Helena cleared her throat to get their attention but was ignored.

“Harley?” Dinah piped up.

“What?” Harley said, her lips loudly smacking against Y/N’s as she broke away. Her mouth was smeared with red lipstick but she clearly didn’t care about her makeup at the moment.

“We’re gonna head off,” Dinah said. 

“It looks like the two of you could do with some privacy,” Helena added.

“Oh, we’re fine,” Harley said as she nuzzled her cheek against Y/N’s.

Y/N, however, looked like she was about to hide, obviously not used to Harley’s public displays of affection.

“It was nice meeting you two,” she said to Dinah and Helena and smiled warmly. “Hopefully Reneé can meet with us next time.”

They all said goodbye and went their separate ways, Harley and Y/N hanging back a little longer before heading off home themselves.

“Thank you for meeting my friends, baby,” Harley said as she tightly hugged Y/N.

“No problem, I had fun,” she said as she returned the hug and kissed her on the cheek.

Harley took her chance to capture Y/N’s lips again, tasting leftover maple syrup on her mouth and stroking her head gently.

“I hope they end up loving you as much as I do,” she said, her lips not moving away from hers, desperate to continue kissing her.

“We’ll see,” Y/N said. “But can we go home now? People are starting to stare.”

“Let ‘em stare!” Harley said. “I want people to know that I swept the hottest girl in town off her feet.”

Bruce whined from next to them and nudged Y/N’s leg.

“I don’t think I’m the only one who wants to go home here.”

“Alright, fine, we’ll go. But not because this big baby said so.”

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Stephanie: So Cass, how's it going with your mom?

Cassandra: Amazing, actually. Just last week she took me shopping. It was really fun!

Stephanie: I meant your bio-mom, Cass. Not Dinah's mom.

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[pintsizemama]

Candy Canes

Day 6

Summary: Harley introduces you to the wonderful world of candy canes…

Pairings: Harley Quinn x Female Reader, Harley Quinn x You

Fandom: Suicide Squad (DCEU)

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 648

Warnings: language, SMUT, oral (f receiving), fingering, w/w sex…let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: This is girl on girl action…if it’s not your thing, scroll on please!

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You walked into your shared apartment to the sound of Jingle Bell Rock blasting throughout the rooms. Harley was spread out on the sofa, lazily eating a candy cane. In fact, there was a mountain of candy canes on the coffee table in front of her. She shut the music off as soon as she saw you.

“Jesus, Harls, you got enough candy canes?” You laughed. You knew she loved candy, but this seemed excessive.

“What?” She questioned, pulling of the candy cane with a loud pop. “Candy canes are my favorite part of Christmas.”

“Do you have something against presents?” You asked. She cocked an eyebrow.

“Do you have something against mind-blowing orgasms?” She countered.

“Huh?” Your brow furrowed in confusion. “What the fuck do candy canes have to do with orgasms?” Harley smirked, put the candy cane down, stood up, and walked over to you.

“Let me show ya,” she purred. She cupped your face and brought her lips down to yours. She wasted no time gently sliding her tongue into your mouth. You moaned at the taste of peppermint. Harley led you over to the couch and lay you down gently. She placed one sweet kiss to your neck before lifting up to slide your pants and underwear down your legs. She tossed them over her shoulder and spread your thighs. She knelt on the couch between them and reached over to grab a candy cane off the coffee table.

You heard the crinkle of the wrapper and the sound of her licking and sucking the sweet treat. You were getting wet from the anticipation. Harley was amazing at eating you out. After a few moments you felt her minty cool breath blow over your slick cunt. You shivered at the feeling.

“You ready, doll face?” She murmured. You nodded and she began nibbling along your puffy lips. You squirmed, trying desperately to get her to go where you needed her. She held your hips down and tutted at you gently.

“Stay still, baby cakes,” she chided. After a few more moments of sweet torture, she finally focused on your neglected clit. She used the flat of her tongue to slowly, methodically push you to insanity.

“Harley,” you groaned. The combination of her wicked tongue and the tingling of the peppermint was driving you wild. You grasped her hair and tilted your hips up, desperate for a climax. She pulled away just slightly and you whimpered at the loss. Suddenly you felt the cool, blunt edge of the candy cane swirling around your clit.

“How ya doin, doll face?” Harley asked.

“I need to come,” you begged. Harley chuckled and moved the candy cane to your opening. She gently nudged it in and thrust in and out, in and out. It wasn’t thick enough to do much, but the peppermint sent all sorts of shivers through you. Harley pulled it out of your weeping pussy and sucked on it loudly.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “That’s a good combination of flavors. You’ve been such a good girl…I think it’s time to reward you.” She tossed the candy cane aside and dove back in. She immediately latched onto your clit and suckled gently. She pushed two fingers inside your cunt and curled them up. She found your g-spot instantly—she always did. A few taps and one hard suck on your clit had you roaring into an orgasm.

After several long moments you came down from your high. Harley was laying her head on your inner thigh, watching you with a dopey little smile on her face. You smiled back. You were still tingling from the peppermint. That had been incredible.

“So, whaddya think?” Harley asked. You glanced at the candy canes on the coffee table then back at Harley.

“Give me one of those so I can return the favor,” you replied.

“Yes, ma’am,” Harley sniggered.

Day 7

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Whumptober Day 5: Roman Sionis x F!Reader

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Day 5: Hostage/Kidnapping/Held at Gunpoint

Summary: With reader now being known as Roman Sionis’s girlfriend, she becomes an easy target.

WARNINGS: 18+ Graphic depiction of physical assault, graphic mention of blood/bruises/swelling, gang violence, mention of drugs, reader didn't know that Sions runs a mob, graphic depiction of murder, gun usage, slight PTSD

The room is cold and dark. You don’t know where you are but you definitely know that you’re not back at home. Home. A place where you were ripped away from without anyone knowing. A harsh hand slaps across your face, causing your head to whip to the side. “I’m going to ask you this one more time, where is Sionis keeping his supply.” You let out a whimper as the man you don’t know grips onto your face, squishing your already aching face in between his short, fat fingers. 

“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Another slap lands across your face as you spit out some blood. 

“So you’re meaning to tell me that Sionis’s little pet doesn’t know where he’s storing the drugs?” The man snarls as your eyes widen. Drugs? What on earth is he talking about? Sure, Roman is a bit… eccentric, but he wouldn’t be dealing drugs. Would he?

“What drugs?” You cry out, the rope binding your arms to the chair rubbing your skin raw as the man backs up, looking you over.

“Do you seriously not know that your lover is a crime boss?” He laughs as the others around you also laugh, confusion among other feelings predominating your emotions.

“He owns a club. That’s all he does.” You try to defend but something tells you that even you don’t believe it.

“Oh you sweet, sweet child. You really don’t have a clue. Roman Sionis owns a club, it’s true. But he is also one of the crime lords supplying Gotham with its drug problem.”

“No, you’re wrong.” Tears well in your eyes as your brain starts putting the pieces together. The random stains in some of his clothes. The faint smell of gunpowder. The random screams you hear. His off-putting behavior. It all makes sense now. Sensing your revelation, the man motions to two of the guys behind you. 

“Take her away.”

—-------

“Roman.” Zsasz walks in, a packet in his hands as Roman looks up from his desk, hair messy and still in his pajamas.

“What is it? Did you find her?” He walks around the desk towards his right hand man. The first few hours of your disappearance Roman has just thought that you finally decided to leave him and he threw a rage fit. He really only calmed down when Zsasz pointed out the fact that all of your stuff is still in the apartment and nothing was missing, only you. Which led to the conclusion that you have been taken. In which Roman quickly mobilized his men to try and hunt you down.

Handing Roman the file, Zsasz quickly steps away, knowing that Roman would likely throw another fit once he sees the contents. Opening the file, he pulls out the photos and he sees red. One photo is you in a chair, tied to the posts. Another photo is more of a close up where he sees the rope cutting into your skin. The last photo is another close up, but this time of your face. Bruises and swelling around your eyes, beaten cheeks, bruised, swollen, bloody lips and it makes his blood boil.

“What do you want to do boss?” Roman looks up and Zsasz’s eyes widen. Sure he’s seen Roman angry, but the calmness on Roman’s face even has Zsasz intimated. 

“Gather everyone.”

—-----

The sound of gunfire stirs you out of your unconsciousness and causes you to jump, only to be met with resistance. Men shouting orders and profanities barely contrast to the amount of gun fire being shed. You begin to cry, terrified of what’s going on. You try to get out of the binds but it’s only rubbing against your already broken skin. After a few minutes the gunfire stops, shoes clicking against the floor and you can hear a gun cock. 

“No. Please. No. No.” A voice begs as the footsteps stop.

“Where is she?” The voice sounds vaguely familiar but it also sounds muffled, like there’s a mask covering the voice.

“She’s in there!” Your eyes widen as you realize that they’re talking about you. Full out crying, you’re trying to loosen the rope as much as possible but it doesn’t budge. 

“Thank you for your cooperation.” A single gunshot rings out and you let out a sob, shutting your eyes and silently praying that whoever just murdered that person is not here to murder you. “Open it.” The door creaks open as feet rush in, one coming directly towards you.

“Please don’t hurt me. I’m innocent. I didn’t do anything.” You beg, tears falling down your face as you turn away.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I’m here. Roman’s here.” Your eyes slowly open as much as they can as you turn your head towards the voice. 

“Roman? What are you doing here?” He shushes you as you feel your hands become free, the rope that was once holding you back now gone as you surge into Roman’s arms. “Oh Roman, it was so terrible. They said terrible things. They said that you run a gang and that you’re storing drugs?” His silence is deafening and you realize that the person who had you captured was right. “He was right, wasn’t he?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he dismisses your claim but you know. 

“I can’t believe you. Why would you do that?”

“Look baby, we can talk about this later, but we need to get you some medical care. Kay?” You begrudgingly decide to let it go, letting Roman help you out of the chair. He motions for Zsasz and another henchmen to help you but you jerk away from them and into Roman. “You guys go away,” Roman motions for them to leave and as they do, Roman sweeps you up into his arms, knowing that you probably won’t like the fact that the floors are littered with bodies. “Just focus on me, okay. I’m going to get you out of here and we’ll talk.”

“Promise?” You lay your head into his shoulder as he struggles not to gag at the fact that your blood is getting on his Gucci suit. 

“I promise.” 

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“Stay with me just a little bit longer.” with Roy?

this one got pretty spicy but it’s still relatively fluffy!

“You’re staring.”

“Hard not to when you look so damn good.” Roy hums a reply as his thick, calloused hands grip both of your hips. he doesn’t seem to mind that you were zipping up your boot, because he carelessly pulls your buttocks back to hold you against him.

“Roy.” you warn, trying to sound as stern as possible as you look over your shoulder up at him, but the way he held you made it hard to keep your walls up.

he clearly decides to ignore your warning and toys with the silver batons strapped to your hips, sliding them up and down in their sheaths like a child occupying himself. “I’ve been thinking.” he says finally, looking at you through the mirror.

you quirk a brow, meeting his gaze in the glass. his olive eyes are twinkling. “Oh yeah? Don’t hurt yourself.” you tease, and you practically melt at the smirk that etches his lips up. he loved your attitude.

“Ha ha. You’re hilarious, babe.” he mutters, hands gliding up over the flare of your waist to urge you to straighten back against him. when you do, his powerful, inked arms coil around you to hug your smaller frame tight against his hardened chest. “You ever thought about ditching the Birds of Prey and doing stand up, instead?”

you giggle, holding your gloved hands over his forearms and nod playfully, “Thought you’d like that.”

Roy rolls his eyes, before leaning in to kiss that delicate, sweet spot on your throat that he always took advantage of. “Mm, but seriously…” your breath catches in your throat as you tilt your head, looking at him in the mirror— you can only see the crown of his head doused in wild, auburn curtains as he leaves a trail of saccharine pecks over your pulse point. “How pissed would Oracle be if you were just a little bit late?”

“Pissed.” you assure him, squeezing his forearms. “Considering this would be the second time this week.” you sigh, softly, “You know I have to go.”

“Right now?” he asks, experimentally sealing his open mouth over your pulse point. his tongue circles the rim his teeth creates.

collecting your lower tier with your teeth, you pull it into your mouth with an wavering breath. “Right now.” you reply. you wished he would just let it go, let you win for once. but this was Roy fucking Harper, and he was one competitive bastard.

“C’mon, babe,” he whispers, lips releasing your neck in favor of teasing your earlobe whilst he encourages the worst type of hooky to play imaginable, “Stay with me.” you’re so close to breaking, and he can tell by the way you melt into his embrace. his palms splay out over your abdomen, fingertips pressing in to massage you through your skin tight suit.

“You’re not being fair.” you whine, tilting your head back against his clavicle and closing your eyes. “I should really…”

“Stay with me just a little bit longer.” he blows warm breath into your ear, before he nips at the lobe. “Then I’ll let you go save the city.”

you exhale, defeated, closing your eyes. “Fuck it.” Oracle would be livid, but you would worry about that later. cross that bridge, as they say. “One more hour.” you unbuckle the utility belt and your batons slide free of their sheaths, clattering muffled against the carpeted floor before you careen in his arms. he’s grinning, victoriously, down at you with emerald gems sparkling. “Wipe that look off your face, Speedy.” you tease, grabbing both sides of his neck to pull him in for a passionate kiss, “And take me back to bed.”

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[kindasleepywriter]

Bird of Prey ~ Chapter 8: Forging a Warrior

Bird of Prey masterlist. Azriel x Reader.

Chapter summary: Azriel helps you open up about your past.

Story rating: Mature - Minors DNI

Warnings: Child abuse, neglectful/absent parents, torture (yes again i'm sorry she's been through a lot)

Word count: 2.6k

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“My parents,” you started, “were mates. I know that’s not exciting for the Inner Circle, with your abnormal amount of mating bonds. It’s almost statistically impossible, really.”

Azriel laughed and shook his head softly at the comment.

“For the common people who don’t take baths in mythical objects, you know that’s rare. Very rare. My mother was a respected officer in the Dawn legions, and so was my father in the Illyrian army. They both were powerful enough to gain recognition at the time. When their bond snapped, everyone was uneasy at the thought of a child born of the two courts, but the idea of fated offspring from two powerful magic wielders was enough for them to tolerate their offspring. They kept it all very hush-hush, until they were certain where I’d end up.”

“I say they’re mates but it certainly wasn’t the romantic dream people portray.” you continued. “The hate between Peregryns and the Illyrian… well, I’m sure you’re aware of how deeply entrenched it is. When I was born, I was just a piece of property to be used as a bargaining chip. Dawn and Night battled over me like children, claiming they had the right to claim me. In the end, it was settled that I’d get education in both courts, that negotiations would take place when I’d have my first bleed, and that I’d be married off to someone in whichever court ended up not owning me.” You shuddered slightly at the memory. You’d been made aware of the potential suitors during your teenage years, and you knew a future with the men that each high lord put forward would be misery.

Azriel’s face darkened. He seemed not to be a fan of the arranged marriages that run rampant in Illyria, you thought.

“I’d have expected such a trade from the Illyrians,” he said through gritted teeth, “but for the Dawn court to be involved in such dealings… They must’ve expected a lot from you.”

You let out a snort. That wasn’t even the beginning of it.

“This was Thesan’s doing?” he added, and you could practically see the spymaster master gears start running in his head.

“No, I think Thesan would’ve done things differently.” You had never truly met him, but you’d heard enough from the people through your travels. He was a much kinder man or, at the very least, not someone who’d encourage the treatment you’d received as a mere child. Azriel appeared relieved at your words.

You hadn’t known the Shadowsinger that long, but you’d seen enough to understand he was willing to go to great lengths for the people he… cared about. There was no other way to put it. He’d begun caring for you as you had for him and, even if it scared you to death, it brought you much comfort.

“They expected me to move mountains,” you said, “and stop a thousand-man army without breaking a sweat by the time I was twelve. I was trained in every type of combat they could think of from the moment I could stand and hold a stick. Imagine a 6-year-old being treated like any grown soldier in the camps... I could deal with the physical training, but it was the hate and mockery of both courts that dealt the most damage. I hadn’t even grown my first flight feathers before I had heard every sort of insult possible and faced beatings from soldiers of all ages.”

“My parents…” you added hesitantly as you felt your voice wavering, “They didn’t care. If anything, they encouraged the others, because what worth could I have if I couldn’t protect myself? They berated me whenever I told them, they’d answer that it didn’t matter that the ones dealing the blows were twice my age, as I’d have to face much worse ‘out there in the real world’.

It deteriorated as I got older, without any magic to show for myself. The courts were growing restless, demanding things I couldn’t give them and, when I wasn’t able to do as they asked, they took any means possible to verify I wasn’t lying. During those years, they put me through pain… pain I hadn’t even imagined was possible.”

You blinked and looked up at the light blue morning light, trying and failing to keep your tears from falling. You felt the phantom slice of the blades, the coals, the spears they had used, every time you fell asleep. They’d keep you from unconsciousness each time and healers healed your wound, but you didn’t need the scars they’d erased as a reminder. You still carried your past with you every day.

You felt the subtle touch of Azriel’s shadows, still roaming hesitantly where you were perched on the railing. They slid over your shoulders, a weight to keep you anchored in the present. Azriel approached you silently, conscious of your distress. He looked murderous, but you knew it wasn’t aimed at you. He raised a hand towards you but seemed to think better of it and retreated. You gripped him before he had the chance, uncertainty in his eyes at the contact of your skin against his. You silently ran your thumb over his rigid knuckles, trying to match the rhythm of his respiration as to calm yourself and focusing on the texture beneath the pads of your fingers.

You knew of the burns on his hand, you’d noticed them almost immediately upon meeting him, but they were anything but repulsive, despite what he seemed to think. They were a part of his history, what had made him into the man he is now, and you found that there was a pride to be found in them. It showed he’d survived, that he was stronger than what had happened to him.

He relaxed after a moment and stepped closer to you, hesitantly wiping your tears away with his free hand.

You were too deep in your own mind to think about the intimacy of the situation.

“When they finally realized that I was as good as powerless” you said, “No one wanted me. From that moment, I was just a disgusting half-breed on which they’d wasted their time. It didn’t matter that I could take on their best soldiers from adolescence, my blood was too tainted for them to bother with me. My father turned his back on me and stopped contact entirely. My mother decided to keep me in the end, and I still don’t know if it was a moment of weakness at the thought of leaving her child at the mercy of the world, or if it was just in hopes of me eventually discovering some hidden powers. I never asked her; I was too afraid of the answer. She sent me to some second residence she owned, hidden away from anyone else, where I kept training on my own and worked myself into the ground, still desperately hoping I could be what they all wanted.”

Azriel frowned. “I understand you would be easily recognizable in Illyria, but how could people even tell you weren’t fully Peregryn in Dawn? Surely, they couldn’t notice it at first glance.”

“The knowledge of my existence had traveled too far. Dawn had paraded me like cattle, hoping to lay claim. There’s also… There’s one obvious thing. It’s something I’ve kept hidden for a while now. I think the Vanseras might be the only ones outside of Dawn who even know about it. It’s very visible and it puts a target on my back. I didn’t want my presence tracked across Prythian that easily after I left Autumn.”

It was time for someone to know, you thought. If only to be able to stretch your wings, to finally get rid of the fears that you held for them. You steeled yourself for what you were about to do and looked around towards the house, peering into the balcony doors and to the roof, making sure you weren’t watched. The last thing you wanted was for this to reach Rhysand’s knowledge. His father had done enough damage to you as is, you didn’t need him to try and do the same.

At your hesitance, some of Azriel’s roaming shadows slithered in all surrounding areas, sweeping over windows and doors. “There’s no one here to see.” he reassured you softly after a moment, from where he now stood between your parted legs, your hands still joined together. You felt your anxiety fade a little; you didn’t find any dishonesty in his words.

You hesitated, still. He pointed his chin at his own membranous wings, and they stretched, slightly curved inward towards you, and brushed along each of your shoulders. He was inviting you to follow his movements, you realized.

Slowly, you straightened your spine and used the rarely used muscles that crossed your back to slowly unfold your wings. You kept them at a certain distance from Azriel’s, you weren’t quite ready for that type of contact. You winced at your wings’ stiffness, but shook them out to fully extend them, exposing the inky black dawn feathers that lined their interior surface.

Azriel’s mouth opened slightly in shock as he studied the expanse of plumage, razor focused. You knew they were unusual, the harsh contrast of white and black and sharp corners of them drawing the eye, and you couldn’t help but feel self-conscious at his reaction. While you held no hate towards your own wings, you’d never let someone fully examine them since you were a child and had only ever received insults from others about their appearance.

“They’re beautiful, Dove.” he breathed, following every feather. The tension you held didn’t leave you.

“You might be the first one to say that.” you laughed half-heartedly.

His eyes cut to yours sharply. “They must’ve all been idiots, because those are the most magnificent wings I’ve ever seen.”

You flushed at the praise, barely holding his gaze as you shied at the attention. His hands twitched between yours, no doubt itching to study the feathers closer, and you guided one of his towards the closest ones. You instinctively felt the need to fold your wings away from the touch of another person, but you held a tight lid on your feelings and stayed as still as possible when his fingers brushed against one of the longest flight feathers.

You only twitched at the contact, keeping your focus on Azriel’s expression. He looked mesmerized as he explored the surface under his touch. You had no trouble believing he hadn’t lied about liking them, his childlike wonder blowing away any doubts you may have had earlier.

“You have a bigger wingspan than I do.” he said unexpectedly with narrowed eyes, as if the thought had slipped from him unwillingly. You couldn’t stop the startled laugh that escaped you, amusement flaring through you.  He’d just added an onslaught of teasing to his future.

Your fidgeting hands found his wings too as you giggled. You waited for a moment before touching them, and he made no comment on your intentions despite you knowing he was fully aware of your movements. He never missed anything. You barely touched the membrane, but then softly ran your fingers along the base of his talons and you felt him shudder under your hands.

“Don’t- Don’t start something you won’t finish, Dove.” he said hoarsely, lightly gripping the feather he was examining. You laughed again as you remembered the sensitivity of the Illyrian wings. You’d never had the opportunity to study these reactions up close, having never laid with an Illyrian, but you’d heard about the anatomy all the same in the camps.

“I won’t torment you today.” you teased softly, your hands retreating to rest at the nape of his neck.

He tried to imitate the gesture you’d attempted earlier, receiving nothing but another light twitch in response. “Do you not feel that?” he questioned, indignant at your lack of reaction.

“I do and it feels nice, we just have different… different erogenous zones.”

“Of course, you’d be the one person to actually call it an ‘erogenous zone’.” he muttered under his breath as you continued giggling at his display of irritation. You couldn’t help but think that he might get to figure how to make you shiver too… but only if you stayed. The last thought dampened your mood. You shouldn’t be thinking about that now. Trust him, you reminded yourself, Stop thinking about fleeing.

You curled your fingers into his hair and sighed as he continued his ministrations. Despite your thoughts, you were far more relaxed than you’d been in a long time. You didn’t remember ever letting someone touch your wings without you being forced or pressured into it, and the care he put into caressing the soft dawn feathers felt heavenly. You leaned forward and sighed, face dropping to Azriel’s neck and finger still raking through his curls.

“I didn’t tell you everything yet.” you murmured.

Azriel hummed in response, the decision to continue or not remaining yours. You didn’t want to break the moment, but you couldn’t stop halfway through. You didn’t move away from him as you spoke softly against his skin.

“When my mother died, I didn’t inherit anything.” You started.  “I don’t know who got her things instead. Some officer from the legion just showed up one day, broke the news, and promptly kicked me out. I barely had time to pack a bag. I didn’t feel like I could stay in Dawn, but I didn’t have anywhere to go either. I tried to send a letter to my father and never got a reply, so I naively assumed he didn’t receive it. I knew he had no interest in me previously, but I thought he’d show some mercy to a child he’d had with his mate. I traveled there and- well, you know the rest.”

Azriel stayed silent for a moment. “Your parents were some right shitheads.”, he finally said, and you didn’t have to see him to guess the frown that adorned his face.

“You’re telling me.” you muttered. “I take special comfort in knowing they both died painfully. Those two assholes both ended up rotting away alone in their courts from infections, not gloriously on the battlefield like they must’ve dreamt.” Fate had gotten that right, at least.

He chuckled and let go of your wings, instead wrapping his arms loosely around you, completely undeterred by the cruelness of your words. You basked in his closeness.

The moment was too short for your liking before his grip on you tightened. A few of his shadows emerged from the balcony doors, and he groaned deeply.

“We have approximately 2 minutes before Rhys and Amren come here to try and convince you to start training your magic.” he said.

You muttered a few choice words that conveyed exactly what you thought of the idea.

“That’s what I thought you’d say, Dove.” You pulled back and glanced at him. He had a mischievous look in his eyes. “You know, there’s a lot to do in the city.”

“I feel like an escape plan might be brewing,” you said with an arched brow. He smiled in response. “Won’t they be mad at you for leaving with me?”

“Not if they don’t catch us.” he laughed.

Rhysand and Amren found nothing but the remnants of your scents, flowing through the breeze.

Finally another soft moment 🙏 be prepared for a LOT of (requited) pining y'all

I've got a couple chapters already written that I'll just need to edit over the next few weeks, so the update will continue like they have so far!

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[teaaagan]

Starbucks

Harley, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. 

Y/N, in line behind her: My God, just do cocaine

#incorrect quotes #dc #harley quinn #harley quinn x you #harley quinn x reader #harley quinn x male reader #harley quinn x fem reader #harley quinn x fem!reader #harley quinn x male!reader #harley quinn x gn!reader #harley quinn x gn reader #birds of prey #harleen quinzel #harleen quinzel x reader #harleen quinzel x fem reader #harleen quinzel x male reader #harleen quinzel x gn reader #harley quinn x female reader

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Purple Rain - Roman Sionis X GN Reader

Title: Purple Rain

Roman Sionis X GN Reader

Part 2 (Could be read alone)

Additional Characters: F/N (Friend's Name), (OC) Fergus, (OC), Bethany, (OC) Claire, (OC) Charles, (OC) Sosha, Victor Zsasz (Mentioned), Dinah Lance (Mentioned), Club goers (Mentioned)

WC: 4,530

Warnings: Alcohol, mentions of bars, clubs, flirty Roman, self-deprecating thoughts, and mentions of sadism

You weren't a party person, never had the urge to go to a bar or anything. It just wasn't what you would call a good time. You would rather curl up in your bed with a good book, not get blackout drunk, and have a killer headache in the morning. That was why you were surprised when your friends invited you to a club at the end of the week. You really didn't want to go. And they knew that. You've had a very busy few days at work, and you just wanted to relax on your weekend. But, when your friend, F/N, promised to take you to one of your favorite author's book signings that following month.

Now, you couldn't really say 'no' to that. You've been saving up to go to that book signing ever since you saw it in the Gotham newspaper. So, reluctantly, you said you would go. I mean, you were going to be with some of your friends, so that was nice. You didn't have to go alone and possibly have to deal with some creepo creeping up on you.

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"Come on! We're going to this club tonight!" F/N exclaimed as they threw their arms around you. "I know it'll be fun, I heard about it from a friend of mine who works there."

You sighed, feeling a little bit uncomfortable about the whole situation. "I said I would go, but I am not drinking, someone has to drive everyone home." You replied and F/N, rolled their eyes.

"You don't need to drink to have fun, trust me." They stated, pulling you along.

It took you a while to figure out where they were taking you, and you started to get worried. Why were you going to a clothing store?

"F/N, why are we going to a clothing store?" You asked, worriedly looking at the store and back to your friend.

They shrugged. "Just come on, I promise you won't regret it."

"But, why a clothing store?" You asked again, confused.

"Because, I'm getting you something for our night out," F/N smiled, and you rolled your eyes again.

"Why isn't what I'm already wearing not good enough?" You asked and F/N paused, turning you in their arms, holding you by your shoulders, giving you a stoic expression.

"Hun, no offense but your clothing choices are pretty boring." They chuckled. "And besides, this place is amazing. Trust me."

You gave them a doubtful look, but then shrugged. What did you have to lose? Maybe it'd be fun. You were hoping it wouldn't be too expensive because you had already spent quite a bit of money paying your last rent check.

When you got inside the store, you were overwhelmed with all the different things to choose from. There were clothes hanging everywhere, and you felt like you were walking into a rainbow. You found yourself being pulled towards the front of the store, where there was a large rack of different types of clothes.

F/N watched in excitement as you hesitantly picked up a white pant suit off the rack. You ran your hand down the material, it was soft, but thick too. It looked like it would fit well, and you thought it would be comfortable to wear.

"That looks nice," F/N whispered to you. "You should definitely try it on."

You nodded, and grabbed the hanger off the rack, carrying it over to the dressing room. But before you could enter the dressing room, F/N stopped you.

They shoved a black, off-the-shoulder satin top in your arms, before pushing you into the dressing room. Blinking, you let out a sigh, looking at the clothes in your arms, you decided to just get it over with. Hanging the suit and top up on a wall hanger, you changed into the outfit. Looking in the mirror, you smoothed the suit jacket down, turning side to side to make sure everything was in place. The pants were a perfect fit, and the jacket sleeves weren't too short. The black, off-the-shoulder top was nice, soft, and smooth against your skin.

You had to admit to yourself that you looked good. Not that you were a vain person, but you always felt better about yourself when you put effort into your appearance. You normally never really dressed up in any way, unless it was for a special occasion, like a wedding. You normally would stick to jeans, T-shirts, and sweaters. And, you were never seen without your black converse.

"You look hot! Don't worry!" F/N called from outside the door, as if they could hear the gears in your head turning. "Come on, let me see!"

You stepped out of the dressing room, letting F/N take a look. They smiled at you, nodding their head.

"Yes! You look great!" F/N exclaimed, looking you up and down, a hand on their waist.

But, they frowned when they saw your shoes.

"We're going to have to get you some shoes, though." They spoke, you looked down at your converse, nervously digging your heel into the floor.

"What type?" You asked and your friend shrugged, a finger on their chin, thinking.

"Either a plain black Greats or maybe a pair of heeled Chelsea boots," F/N answered, before grabbing your arm and leading you back to the side of the store where the shoes were.

You sort of forgot that F/N was a shoe enthusiast.

"I'm not used to heels," You admitted, looking at all the shoes in front of you, feeling slightly overwhelmed.

"I know, but we're going to have to get you some, and don't worry, they aren't that high," F/N spoke, grabbing a pair of black, heeled Chelsea boots and passing them into your arms.

"Besides, with these, your outfit will go from a ten out of ten, to a hundred out of a hundred." F/N smiled.

You smiled nervously and toed off your shoes. Sliding on the heels, holding onto F/N's shoulder for stability, you wobbled a bit but regained your balance quickly. They were a little bit higher than you thought they would be, but after walking around in them for a few minutes, you were warming up to them pretty quickly.

"Okay, let's go!" F/N smiled, grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the store, but not before paying, you tried to intervene with your card, but your friend shook their head.

"So, where are we going now?" You asked, looking over at F/N as they walked down the streets of Gotham.

"My place, the rest of our group is already there, hopefully, they haven't raided my fridge!" F/N laughed, squeezing your arm.

"Oh, yeah?" You asked, trying to keep up with them.

"Yeah, I just got more frap mix for my coffee maker, I don't want them wasting it all." F/N giggled.

"You think they'll drink it?" You asked, F/N chuckled.

"Of course, you know Claire, she loves her coffee." F/N shook their head. "Plus, I made some cookies earlier today, so they'll probably eat all those too!"

The walk to F/N's apartment wasn't far away, but you were still mentally exhausted, knowing you'd have to go to a loud and crazy club tonight. Wait, what club were you even going to?

Opening their door, a burst of 'hellos,' and 'heys,' broke out, all of your friends coming over to greet you. Fergus has a degree in philosophy, politics, and economics. He is allergic to hazelnuts, which he absolutely hates talking about. On the side, he loves sewing, making his own clothes, and gifting original outfits and pieces to his friends.

Sosha was the 'Mom' of the group. She always made sure people were doing okay. If you were sick, she's at your door with her homemade chicken soup and medicine. If your car broke down, she's there to pick you up. Sosha was going to college to become a perinatal nurse, which you knew she would be great at.

Bethany, also known as Beth, was fairly new to the friend group. F/N had introduced her to you a few meet-ups ago. Beth was a barista at Gotham Coffee, and in her free time, she was an avid gamer.

Charles was the bad boy, he was either partying or at home with a hangover. But, overall he was a good guy at heart, with a soft spot for his girlfriend, Emma, and his puppies; Ester and Chester.

Then there was Claire, she was the friend who worked at the club they were going to go to that night. She works as a cocktail waitress, and on the side, babysat for people in her neighborhood and volunteered at a homeless shelter when she was free.

Last, but not least, was F/N, they had been your friend since high school. They were with you through thick and thin. And you, them. They were with you after terrible breakups, stupid school tests, and was your partner to every Homecoming. F/N worked as a cosmetologist, working with hair, nails, and skincare. On the side, they were obsessed with shoe brands. If you asked what year the Jordan Airs came out, they knew the exact date.

And, you. You were an artist. You got most of your money from doing art commissions. You've even had a few of your work featured at a few art galleries over the years. Outside of work, you loved to read. You had probably hundreds of books in your apartment, which varied from romance to comedy, to brilliant horror and mystery. Currently, you are reading The Return Of Sherlock Holmes.

Fergus rushed over bringing you into a hug.

"Oh, I haven't seen you in ages! You are looking incredible!" He spoke, before pulling back and seeing the shopping bag in your hand.

Clapping his hands on his cheeks, his eyes basically sparkled as he stared down at the bag. "What did you get? Perhaps a new cute outfit?" He teased you.

"Yep, F/N insisted that I get a new outfit for tonight." You spoke and Fergus basically jumped for joy.

"What did you get, darling? I have to know! Actually, no, go get ready! I want to see the full look!" He spoke, pulling you further into the apartment and down to F/N's bathroom.

Once the door was shut, you sighed. Your friends were a bit much at times, but that didn't stop you from loving them dearly. Even though they could be a bit nosy or extroverted, they were always there for you whenever you needed someone to talk to.

Getting dressed in the full outfit, you brushed your hair from your face, before looking at yourself in the mirror. F/N was right, you looked pretty darn good in the outfit. You knew that you could definitely pull off the look. Looking down at your feet, you noticed that the boots you were wearing weren't exactly the most comfortable thing in the world. Then again, you weren't used to wearing shoes like this.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you anxiously walk back into F/N's living room where the rest of your friends were waiting. You walked over, gaining all of their attention.

"So, what do you all think?" You asked, trying to figure out what most of them were thinking.

"You look great," Claire spoke up, sitting on the couch next to Charles. "You can definitely pull it off."

"I agree," Bethany spoke up, crossing her legs on the couch next to Claire.

"I mean, come on guys! Y/N looks hot, right!?" F/N asked, raising their voice to show their excitement.

Everyone nodded their heads, agreeing with F/N.

"Yeah, you look really good, Y/N. You should wear stuff like that more often. You’re like a B.A. Businesswoman." Sosha spoke, and Fergus nodded fervently.

"Yes, darling! Give us a twirl!" He spoke and you chuckled, feeling a bit better, you did a small twirl, Fergus whistling as you did.

"If I wasn't gay, I'd date you." Fergus joked, and you couldn't help but laugh.

F/N then clapped, walking over to you and taking a strand of your hair in her hand, "Now, I think it's time to get your hair done! Look at those split ends!" F/N smiled, excited to do your hair.

You sat in the chair, while F/N did your hair. You had never gotten your hair done professionally before, so you were a bit nervous. But, F/N was really good at what they did. They had been cutting and styling hair for years now. You honestly felt like you were in a weird rom-com, turning the nerd into some hot wonder, which made you internally laugh.

F/N did the last and final touches, before standing back and looking at their work. "Alright, hun. You're all done. And, might I say, looking hotter than Hell." F/N smiled, giving you a thumbs up.

You chuckled, smiling at them. "Thank you, F/N." You said, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

"Come on, let's go! We don't want to be late." Beth spoke, getting up from the couch and heading towards the door.

You followed behind her, gathering the rest of your friends, before heading out to the club.

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To say you weren't nervous would be a lie. You were almost terrified. As said before, you weren't a party kind of person. You were really out of your comfort zone on this one. But, you had your friends, and you knew that with them nothing bad would happen. And, no matter what, you would have some sort of fun. Even if it was just watching your friends have fun.

The club was packed with people dancing to the music that was playing, lights flashing across the dance floor. Cocktail waitresses walked around, carrying plates of drinks. Fergus and F/N were already at the dance floor, and already three drinks in, partying like rock stars.

Claire was dancing with Charles, Bethany was flirting with a woman at the bar, and Sosha was sitting down, watching everyone else dance, with you. The place was nice, it was very modern, with a lot of chrome and black accents. The walls were painted a deep red color, which gave it an elegant look. There were tables scattered throughout the room, along with leather booths against the walls, and a large bar in the back.

Supposedly, the club was The Black Mask Club, which you've never heard of. So, you didn't know what to expect. But, as you took in the sights and sounds, you found yourself liking the place. It wasn't as loud as you thought it would be, which was surprising. Don't get me wrong, it was still loud, but not as loud as other bars and clubs you've regrettably been to in your life.

A few songs later, a young woman went on the stage, and when she began to sing, you listened. She sounded like a siren, her voice just drew you in. It was incredible. She wore a black fishnet dress, with a yellow bodysuit underneath it. Her hair was pulled to the side with braids and dreads. As the song continued, you could feel your foot tapping to the soft and slow beat.

Though, you noticed, somewhat near the stage was a man wearing a blue velvet suit. He was quite handsome from where you sat. His eyes were locked on the singer, and you watched him. Sosha nudged your side, gaining your attention.

"That's Roman Sionis, the owner of the club." She spoke, and you nodded. Intrigued.

Turning back, you continued to look at the man in interest. He was tall, with brown hair, green eyes, and a well-built body. Cute glasses. He looked like he could be a model, but you knew that he was more than that.

"Roman is rumored to be quite wealthy, he's a businessman of sorts," Sosha spoke, and you nodded.

"Why does he look familiar?" You asked, looking at Sosha.

She shrugged, before taking a sip of her drink. "I don't know, hun."

The rest of the night went on, and you were becoming quite bored. You were about to excuse yourself from your group and go out for some fresh air when Fergus and F/N came giggling over. They were both obviously drunk, both of them holding some alcoholic drink of some kind.

"Y/N, babes, just have one drink!" F/N laughed, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bar.

They ordered you a drink, which you tried to escape from, but they wouldn't let you off easy.

"I have to be sober, F/N. I'm the driver." You spoke, and F/N rolled their eyes.

"Sosha had a drink, and she is the other driver. And she is just fine. Just have one drink." F/N spoke, and you sighed.

"F/N, I really shouldn't." You tried again, but F/N shook their head, waving over a waiter.

"Just one drink, live a little, hun!" F/N spoke, and the waiter came back with your drink. You took it in hand, eyeing it curiously. It was a purple liquid, with a black umbrella sticking out of the top.

"Here, try this!" F/N spoke excitedly, eyeing you expectedly.

"What is it?" You asked, glaring warily at the drink in your hand.

"It's called Purple Rain. It has vodka, blue curacao, grenadine, and lemon-lime soda. It's fruity, you'll like it!" F/N grinned, and you took a sip.

It tasted sweet and the burn was minimal, and you couldn't help but smile. "This is good." You spoke, taking another sip.

"See? I told you!" They spoke, and you nodded, taking another sip.

"Now, come on, let's head back to our table," F/N spoke, grabbing another drink and linking their arm with yours.

As they led you to the table, you couldn't help but notice the gorgeous man once again. This time he was sitting at another table with a group of people, smiling and expressing his words with his hands.

"He's gorgeous." You whispered to F/N, who nodded in agreement.

"Yes, he is. But, I wouldn't give him any more thought." F/N spoke and you frowned, confused.

"Why?" You asked and F/N sobered up a bit.

Leaning in close, they whispered in your ear, "I heard that he's a bit sadistic."

You gulped down, shocked by the news. "Really?" You asked.

F/N shrugged, pulling away, finishing their walk to their table. "I don't know really, just rumors."

You nodded, before getting back in your seat.

"Hey, babes!" F/N shouted out over the music, making you jump slightly.

"Oh, yeah?" You asked, tilting your head.

"We're gonna go dance! Wanna join?" They asked and you immediately shook your head.

"I'm good, you go have fun. You know I'm not that much of a dancer." You spoke and F/N just laughed, grabbing Fergus's arm and pulling him back to the dance floor, joining Claire and Charles.

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You were bored out of your mind, and the only thing keeping you entertained was watching Roman Sionis and the Purple Rain drink you were nursing. He seemed to be enjoying himself, laughing at whatever he was saying to his club members. Looking back towards your table, you grabbed your bag from beside you, glad you remembered to sneak in your book.

Letting out a deep sigh, crossing your legs, trying to get comfortable, and opening your book on your marked page, drowning out the music of the club. You were almost done with your chapter when someone tapped your shoulder.

"F/N, I already told you, I don't want to dance-" You looked up, eyes widening.

It was not F/N who tapped you on the shoulder, no, you were terribly wrong.

There, Roman Sionis smirked down at you.

"Hello there." He spoke, and you felt yourself blush.

His voice was exactly what you thought it would sound like. Deep, with the slight hint of an accent.

"Uh... Hi..." You stuttered, closing your book.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked, bringing his hand out for you to grab, looking you up and down.

Looking from his face to his hand, and back, you bit your lip.

"I don't really know how." You spoke, shaking your head.

"I'll teach you." He spoke and you turned to Sosha, who just gestured for you to go.

Looking up at the man, you nodded hesitantly, taking his gloved hand into yours. Helping you up, he led you over to the dance floor, snapping his fingers towards a man with short, buzzed white hair and a beard, who left the room.

Soon the bopping music turned into a soft jazzy tune. Taking your hand in his, he held them out and up at just above shoulder height, never breaking eye contact as he did so. Taking your other hand, he rested it on his shoulder, before wrapping his around you, his hand landing on your waist. Slowly, he led you in a soft waltz.

You were surprised by how good he was at dancing. He moved smoothly, his hips swaying in perfect rhythm to the beat. You tried to keep up and were surprised at yourself for not stepping on his toes.

"So, do you always bring books with you when you go to clubs?" He asked, and you nodded, unable to look away from him.

"Yes, I'm not really one for going out and partying." You spoke softly, blushing.

Roman hummed deeply, his eyes wandering over your features. "Well, I'm sure we can change that tonight." He spoke, moving closer to you.

You felt your heart speed up as you took in his scent. It was musky, masculine, and intoxicating.

"What's your name?" He asked, bringing his lips near your ear, resting his cheek against yours.

"Y/N." You spoke, feeling the butterflies flutter within you.

He chuckled, "That's a beautiful name." He spoke, pulling back to look at you.

"Thank you." You spoke, and he smirked before continuing.

"My name is Roman Sionis." He spoke, his voice low and smooth.

Swallowing, you nod, "I know."

"You've heard of me?" He asked smugly, raising an eyebrow.

"My friends told me who you were." You answered, nodding in understanding.

"What did they say?" He asked his hand that was around your waist tightening ever so slightly.

"Just that this was your club." You said matter in factly, and he nodded, his hand on your waist, pulling you in closer.

Soon the slow song came to an end, and Roman gave you his charming grin. Bringing the hand that was already in his, he brought your hand to his lips, staring into your eyes with his green one. Laying a kiss on your knuckles, you couldn't help but notice how close the two of you were to each other. There was hardly any space. You felt so warm and breathless, that you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"Let me bring you back to your table." He spoke in hardly a whisper, you could feel your heart beating loudly in your chest.

Licking your lips, you noticed how he watched your actions, mimicking them, licking his bottom lip. Slowly pulling away, Roman led you back to your table, a hand on the small of your back. Bringing back his smug grin, he acknowledged the group before turning back to you.

"I hope to see you back here soon, my dear." He spoke only to you, pressing another kiss to the back of your hand, his striking green eyes staring into yours.

Turning back to your table, the man waved his hand in the air excessively, "Drinks are on the house! Have a good rest of your night." Roman exclaimed, before giving you a wink and going back into the madness of the club, the music going back to what it was originally.

Breathless, speechless even, you fell into your seat in the booth, shocked and bewildered out of your mind. And, your friends were definitely in the same situation.

"O.M.G." F/N blurt out, smiling widely.

"Wow," Claire remarked, herself speechless.

"HOLY SH-." Charles was cut off by Beth, "I don't know what happened, but I'm not complaining!"

"I think I just saw a god," Fergus muttered, sitting back in his seat.

Claire and F/N burst out laughing at Fergus, while Charles was still trying to figure out what just happened.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Sosha asked, and you nodded, your cheeks heating up.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just, I don't know." You spoke, and F/N smiled, grabbing your hand, and rubbing it between theirs.

"You, my friend, just danced with Roman Sionis," Sosha spoke, utterly proud.

"You have to come back here with us." F/N declared, and you bit your lip.

"I... I don't know you guys..." You spoke, raking a hand through your hair.

You were honestly very overstimulated by all that had happened, taking a sip of the rest of your Purple Rain drink.

F/N's jaw dropped and you raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"Hun, are you serious? He was so into you! He even gave us drinks in the house!" F/N spoke excitedly, and you blinked, frowning.

"I mean, I doubt he was. I mean, maybe he's like that with all the new people in the club." You tried to reason, but Claire shook her head.

"Y/N, I work here, Mr. Sionis is not like that to anyone. By my knowledge, you're the first." She spoke and your mind went wild.

Did he really like you? You asked yourself.

"If you say so, Claire." You spoke, shaking your head.

"Come on, Y/N, you're gorgeous, don't be so hard on yourself, babe!" F/N spoke, wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you in for a side-hug.

"Alright. I'll try." You spoke, smiling up at F/N, who nodded in agreement.

Soon your group of friends started talking about something you weren't that interested in. Biting your lip, you thought to yourself. You could still feel his hand around your waist, the soft and yet warm feeling of his gloves. His charming, yet alluring smile. The way he was looking at you as if he was staring deep into your soul. The smell of his cologne, a warm scent almost like sandalwood or vanilla. You could feel your face flush at the mere thought of him.

Looking up from the table, worrying your bottom lip, your eyes found Roman’s. He was already looking at you. He was sitting at another table, a little ways away. He smirked, giving you a subtle wink before turning back to the occupants of the table. Face warm, you turned back to your friends, a small smile gracing your face. Now, if your friends asked if you wanted to go out to the club again, you wouldn't say 'no.'

#roman sionis #roman sionis x you #roman sionis x reader #gn reader #cute #fluff #birds of prey #drinking #partying #clubbing #dinah #oc friends #gay #lgbtq+ #zsasz #roman is so into you #dc universe #gotham #dc comics

[urlocallesbiab]

sometimes i feel my story nagging at the back of my mind, gnawing, clawing, breathing down my neck, demanding "i need to exist", "i want to exist"; its desire and will powerful and overwhelming.

when it will be written, it won't be the most beautiful or smart or sophisticated story ever, i know that even now, it may even come to be overall unremarkable; and yet towards it i feel sheer, unfiltered awe, simply for the fact that it is a story and posseses a will to exist, a great and awesome will, and i am the sole witness of it, the sole prophet and worshipper to this decisive power. a story, it feels to me, is a separate mode of being, something vaguely and imcomprehensibly conciousness-like, but abstract and untethered, while human conciousness is unseparable from the intimacy and realness of us being animals. a story needs us, our animal bodies and lives and minds, our hands and mouths and neurons, to help it become real, to take it and bring it onto earth: something halfway between a symbiotic relationship and a religious experience. i find myself subservient to it, to art as universal divinity and to my story as my personal deity that embodies the former.

this loyalty to sublime makes me feel more at peace and in tune with the mundane than anything ever before it. i realize, in a sudden grace of acceptance, that in order to serve my story, to write my god i need to be alive, a blessed animal, and to be alive i need to take care of myself, which means i have to do the dishes and find a job and various et cetera; everything shifts and makes perfect sense. i no longer feel confused or burdened as to "why should i bother", and my body moves lighter and easier.

but the thing about unwritten stories is that they don't yet exist in any physical sense, not as electronic signals or pigment on paper or air vibrations or projected light or anything else; my story in its full form resides only in my head, and thus my awe and loyalty and service towards it are directed, ultimatey, unto myself, in the most sefless and selfish fashion simultaneously — self-love through division and synthesis. to serve art is to love yourself, and to love yourself is to make sure you're alive; to want your story to exist is to want yourself to exist. it's a complex system, but beautiful. with that thought, i'll go finish the dishes, and maybe cook something.

#vikarambles #writing #ive read the washington post article on The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations Millenium General Assembly #and it did something to my brain #when i say that out of all arts my relationship to literature is the most special sacred intimate and fucknut bonkers this is what i mean #literature owns me like an animal (like christian god's lambs) and like a prophet and i own it like the universe and like my guts #also the fact that ive watched cj the x's video essay ''the kronk effect'' (aka you are to live in the service of art) is really showing #watch that essay it's really good it has the power to change you as a person if the circumstances are right #btw the story that haunts me like a golden bird of prey is. dghda android dirk au #but this post isnt about the merits of projecting my health issues onto dirk gently and making lydia transgender and #giving everyone heebie jeebies and really Really fucking up the s1 plot structure #its about the general power and wonder and magic of literature and self-love #but yeah it is also about that au. for some reason over the past few months ive developed an Attachment towards it #i hope ill be able to write it... it Really wants to exist im not kidding

[dinahscrossbow]

Anytime Dinah puts on a record and starts singing along to it, Helena just stops whatever she's doing and stares at her.

Completely enthralled and mesmerized by how carefree and happy she looks while she's singing.

#dinah x helena #dinah lance #helena bertinelli #crossbow canary #helena x dinah #can you believe I still don't know what their ship name is exactly? #birds of prey #BoP #huntress #black canary #hc