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Monet Issues By Chase Petra

Summary: You are the daughter of Tony Stark but DNA is the only thing you have the proves he’s your father. You were raised by his assistants and nannies. When an interview comes out, you have a few choice words you want to say to the billionaire.

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Warning: implied sexual relationship, child abuse, child neglect, Tony is kind of a horrible father.

“Good morning, Diane,” you said, placing her coffee order on her desk. It was Monday morning and every Monday you brought coffee for everyone on your team. It was a tradition you started when your tech company was 4 people. Now you had about 15 employees, still small but you were in the bar with the likes of Stark Industries and Bishop Securities.

“You are in a good mood,” she said, taking a sip of her iced coffee. “Did you have a good weekend?” You smiled.

“I spent the weekend up north with no service and a beautiful woman,” Diane smiled, shaking her head.

“Good, you deserved it. Let me know if you need anything.” You gave her a salute and headed through the rest of the office. You gave your employees their coffee and asked about their weekends. Finally, you sat down at your desk with a sigh. Mondays were the busiest with long meetings and phone calls to start the week on the right foot. You opened your email and saw you had over 1000 unread emails.

“Morning boss,” Taylor said as she came into your office with her laptop. You rolled your eyes.

“Not your boss, Tay.” You said, not looking up from your laptop. Taylor was your business partner and best friend since grade school. She set a bag down on your desk, you knew it was snacks to help you both get through the long meetings. She shrugged.

“Yeah, but your name is on the building.” That was true. Fundamentally, it was Taylor’s idea to focus the company on advancing medical products for veterans due to losing her father at a young age. But you were a Stark, the company was under your mother’s name as that was when you went by. L/n Production, you wanted nothing to do with Tony.

“Can you tell me why every news station is requesting a comment from me?” You asked. “What the hell happened?”

“That is where I come in,” Emily said, entering your office. Her usual put-together bun that sat on her head was disheveled. She must have had a long weekend and an early morning since no reporters were standing outside your office. “So, I’m guessing you didn’t see it.” You glared at her. “Sorry, don’t look at me like that.” She picked up her coffee and plugged her computer into the TV that was mounted on the wall. It took a moment for it to load and you saw a clip of an interview with your father and Jimmy Fallon. You groaned, holding up your hand.

“Wait,” you said before she pressed play. “Is this going to piss me off?” It was a zoom style interview as Tony lived upstate at the Avenger’s compound.

“Probably,” Taylor mumbled, sipping on her coffee. You sighed and waved your hand for Emily to continue. She pressed the spacebar.

“And your daughter, Y/n L/n,” you could tell the clip was from the middle of the interview. Tony put a smile at the mention of your name. “She’s making quite a name for herself. She and her team were given the Presidential Medal of Freedom and nominated for a Nobel Prize for their work in prosthetics.” Jimmy held up a picture of you and Tony at the White House. You invited him to the event to avoid the press, not that you wanted him there. “You must be extremely proud.”

“I am,” your jaw clenched. “She has made this old man very proud.” Well, that was news to you.

“When she was younger did she always have an interest in falling in your footsteps in the tech world?” Tony laughed.

“Jimmy, I couldn’t keep her out of my lab.”

“Oh my god,” you mumbled, putting your hands over your face.

“Those times spent together are memories that are important to me,” your father continued. “And I like to think that those memories shaped her into the person she is today.” The video ended. Your office was silent. Throughout your entire career, you’ve tried to separate yourself from him. Tony Stark. Ironman. He had many names but father wasn’t something you would call him. You were raised by the nannies he hired. You paid your way through school by working waitress jobs, retail jobs on holidays, and babysitting gigs when you had the time. You wanted nothing to do with Tony Stark since he wanted nothing to do with you. When your mother died, he didn’t even show up to the funeral.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You said, standing up and throwing your work essentials in your bag. You were taking a trip to Upstate New York. You didn’t wait for Taylor and Emily to say anything as you headed to the door.

“Egghead,” you stopped at the nickname Taylor called out. “I can’t afford to bail you out so don’t kill the man.” You chuckled, waved your hand, and left.

“Miss. Stark,” FRIDAY as you walked into the compound. “It has been a long time.”

“And I told you to stop calling me that,” you told the AI. The AI was silent for a moment.

“My apologies, it appears the boss changed it.” You sighed. Of course, he did.

“Where is he?” You asked.

“He’s in the conference room with the rest of the team. Would you like me to alert you of your arrival?” You smirked.

“Let’s surprise him, that’s more fun.”

Steve was standing in front of the team with a blueprint of a factory. The words were in Russian. You leaned against the open team, the team was engrossed in what the super soldier was saying you went unnoticed. While one person saw you, a certain redhead. The Russian smirked at you. You set her a playful wink. “Y/n,” Steve said, interrupting Tony. The table looked away from your father and to you. You gave them a small wave.

“It’s my favorite Stark!” Clint said. Tony rolled his eyes.

“Don’t eat my leftovers like last time,” Clint called after you. You flipped him off over your shoulder.

“I’m hurt, Legolas,” he finally looked at you. “I didn’t know you were making a trip up here."

“Finish your meeting. I’ll be in the kitchen.”

That was the problem. You enjoyed the company of the other Avengers but being around Tony made your blood boil. It was frustrating. You opened the fridge and pulled out the ingredients to make a salad. You weren’t sure how long the meeting was going to be.

The answer was 45 minutes. In that time, you ate your salad, made coffee, and joined in on two meetings for work. You were sitting on the couch with your laptop open when the Avengers walked into the common floor. Clint made a beeline for the fridge, to make sure you didn’t eat his food. Steve went by the window with a sketchbook in his hands and Sam sat down next to you, turning on the TV. Finally, Tony walked in but he walked to the coffee pot instead of you. You sighed, standing up. “Do I smell or something?” Sam asked. You laughed.

“No, I have to go talk to the old man.”

“Good luck with that.” You smiled. Tony was pouring a cup of coffee into a mug.

“Hey, can we talk for a second?” You asked. He shook his head.

“Can’t right now. I have to do some modifications to the suit before the upcoming mission.” You bite back a sigh.

“Okay, how about when you are done?” He put the pot back on the machine.

“We’ll see if I’m not busy.” He began to walk towards his lab.

“So you’ll only talk about me in interviews, is that it?” Tony turned back to look at you. “Nice interview by the way. Jimmy knows how to bring out your good side.”

“You saw that.” He said, a hint of surprise in his voice.

“Half the world saw it, Tony, according to how many news stations were in my inbox looking for a statement.” You were becoming the center of attention with the other Avengers. You noticed a few more entering the space. Wanda and Vision were in the kitchen and Natasha were on the couch, her feet tucked underneath her as she watched the interaction between you and Tony.

“Maybe we should take this conversation somewhere else,” You laughed.

“Oh, now you have time for me because a few minutes ago you weren’t going to give me the time of day. But now since your image of yourself is being fucked with you have time,” you took a step forward. “Who are you to credit yourself with my accomplishments? How could you lack such common sense?” You asked. “You may have given me a name but blood doesn’t mean a thing 'cause I did it all on my own. So, disown me, you don’t owe me, I don’t want your money so feel free to leave me out of your will.” The man was silent in front of you. It was the first time you’d seen him speechless. “You don’t deserve the title of my father.” The slap caught you by surprise. You touched the spot he hit and stared at him. He seemed shocked. Your jaw clenched. The common floor was silent. It was a loud silence. “You are lucky I have any ounce of respect for Pepper or I would be suing your ass.” You grabbed your bag from the couch and walked towards the door. You heard footsteps behind you but you didn’t stop until you felt the sun on your face. You sat down on the bench, squeezing the metal. You looked at Natasha. She was frowning as she cupped the cheek Tony hit.

“Do you want me to kill me?” She asked. You shook your head.

“His death is not worth it to add to your ledger,” you said, kissing the palm of her head. She sat down next to you.

“He hit you,” she said. “He put his hands on his daughter.” You nodded.

“I know,” you whispered. “But it’s not your fight, okay?” She didn’t look convinced. She was angry and you knew if you allowed her to, she would march back in there and deal with him. “Just sit here with me.” You placed her head on her shoulder. She sighed and relaxed on the bench.

“Stay the night,” she said. That was the last thing you wanted to do. “This weekend wasn’t enough.” She kissed the top of your head. Her fingers skim underneath your shirt. “I’ll make it worth you're wild.” You smirked.

“Are you trying to bribe me into sleeping with you?” You asked. She smiled.

“You didn’t need much bribing this weekend,” you rolled your eyes. “Please malyshka (baby girl).” She whispered, kissing your cheek.

“Okay, since you are twisting my arm.” She laughed against your neck.

Knocking woke you up. You groaned and burrowed your head deeper into the pillow. But the knocking continued. You opened your eyes, blinking the sleep away. Natasha was slowly waking up. Her red hair fanned out over the pillow as she lay on her stomach facing you. “Who's at the door, FRIDAY?” She asked the AI.

“Mr. Stark is at your door,” the redhead sighed.

“I am going to kill him.” She mumbled. You kissed her shoulder.

“I’ll deal with him,” you stood up and found a shirt and shorts to throw on quickly. “Are you going with him knowing about us?” You asked. Natasha’s eyes were already closed.

“FRIDAY must have told him you were here,” she said, yawning. “I’ll deal with him later.” You smiled and headed to the door. You opened it. You could only imagine what you looked like. Your hair was probably a mess from Natasha running her fingers through it. You had hickeys on your skin. Since you were still half asleep you weren’t sure if you were wearing your clothes.

“Tony,” you said, leaning against the door frame. “Good morning. How are you?”

“What are you doing in Romanoff’s room?” He asked.

“Well Tony,” you noticed by saying his name was getting under his skin. “I’m sleeping with her.” You smiled. “I have been for a while,” you added.

“No, not happening,”

“Oh I missed the part where I asked you if it was okay,” you heard Natasha chuckle from inside her room.

“Your my kid I don’t-”

“I’m your kid?” You cut him off. “The last time I checked I disowned you and you slapped me across the face.” There was no bruise but the feeling was there. You flinched a few times when Natasha took you by surprise and touched your cheek.

“Look, I'm sorry.” You stared at him.

“Sorry about what exactly?” You asked. “Because you are the source of all my scarring. I spent too many years underneath rubble that I got myself out of. I put my heart back together. Do yourself a favor and leave me alone.” You closed the door on him. You took the clothes you were wearing off and climbed back into bed. Natasha rested her head on your chest and looked up at you. You loved staring into her green eyes.

“Are you okay, malysh (baby)?” She asked. You smiled.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

You made the trip back home that afternoon. It was nice being back in the city, in your apartment. You took a quick shower and changed into sweatpants and a white tank top. It was going to be a long night. You sat on your dining room table with a cup of coffee in your hands. You were watching a recorded zoom meeting that you missed. But you winced from a slight pinch on your neck. You touched your neck and felt a tranquilizer dart. The room around you began to spin. The coffee mug fell from your hands and shattered to the ground. You fell to the floor and the world went black.

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heart4reigns · 10 months

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CHANCES, roman reigns.

warnings: curse words, awkward moments, just FLUFF

tags: happy go lucky fic, (y/n) is having the time of her life getting the push she deserves!!!

summary: what happens when old exes ponder upon old memories?

“OPEN up, (y/n)!” sami’s voice was cheery as usual. “yeah, yeah! wait a bit!” you quickly threw on a black hoodie that you have never seen before from your suitcase. “were you sleeping with someone?” sami furrowed his brows when you opened the door. “now, why would you say that?” “because that’s not your hoodie, i’ve never seen this before.” he tugged your clothing. “you know i didn’t have time to pack so i threw in whatever was in my wardrobe.” the ginger man remembered your last minute packing that almost made you late for your flight.

the ride to the arena was filled with chatters since it was your actual first money in the bank. you were in the ladder match and you knew you were going to win it. although you knew the final for the match, you couldn't help but to feel nervous. it was finally time for a push in your career and you couldn't wait how it would play out.

you were scheduled an interview with your faction–sami and kevin. the three of you formed a faction because creatives thought it would be a good idea because of your 'break up' with the tribal chief. although it wasn't really a great idea for them to monetize your break up, it was a mutual idea as it was fitting for the story. you were drafted to raw and he was drafted to smackdown, which made the two of you go on your own ways.

truth be told, nothing dramatic happened–you just fell apart. despite what all the tabloids said about your relationship, it wasn't true. roman and you agreed that it was time to get away from each other. from college friends to lovers to friends again, you knew he was your soulmate, but you didn't know if it was romantic or platonic.

even though you separated brands, you still see him once in a while if the company held a ppv. it was just a small 'hi' and 'hello', nothing more. the break up happened months ago before the draft and safe to say that you moved on with your life, so you thought. "welcome back to wrestling nation, i'm your host stacy and today we're joined by the cool cats! please introduce yourself!"

"hello! i'm sami zayn!" "kevin owens." "the future ms. money in the bank, (y/n) here!" the three of you introduced yourself. the strong london wind blew your hair, it was a good thing that you wore the unknown black hoodie to protect you from the coldness. "how are you guys enjoying london?" stacy asked. "london has been good to us, i think i really like the weather here." sami chuckled, earning a groan from you.

"yeah but this wind? i'm practically gonna fly away soon!" you complained. "speaking of flying," stacy looked at you before asking the question. "will you fly back to the states with the briefcase, future ms. money in the bank?" before you could answer, kevin cut you off like usual. "of course she is, we're the undisputed tag-team champions and we will have a ms. money in the bank with us. right, (y/n)?" "okay, i think i can answer on my own, kevin. and he's right by the way, i'll kick anyone's ass if they tried getting in my way, i'll even kick their asses." you pointed at your teammates.

without your knowledge, a certain black-haired man was watching your interview. he kept tabs on you even after the break up. roman immediately recognized the hoodie you were wearing. it was his hoodie that he lost months ago. "oh, you're watching the interview too?" jimmy entered the room, carrying a cup of coffee and his phone on the other hand. "yeah." roman replied, trying to focus on your voice.

"damn, i miss her. i think she's doing just fine without us, uce." the four of them were watching your interview in the locker room. "is that a soft way of saying that she's better off without me?" roman joked, earning a nod from jey. "just joking, i meant like i've never seen her all smiley and shit." and jey was right. as cliche as it sounded, you were the right person at the wrong time. the two of you had so much going on in your hands and being in a relationship wasn't your top priority. "when was the last time you saw her?" solo shot a question at him. "i think it was night of champions? that was months ago." "well, we're probably gonna see her today. don't start crying." jimmy patted his back.

after the interview, the three of you immediately went to the arena. you brought your gear because you were going to cut a promo after sami and kevin's match. you hopped off the car and parted ways with the duo. you still had a lot of free time to chill and talk to your coworkers, so you took the time to go to the pantry, grabbing a cup of coffee to fulfil your caffeine craving.

"hey, ms. money in the bank." bayley nudged you with her elbow. "shush, you're gonna spill the beans." you joked. "how you feeling today?" she asked, pouring a cup of coffee for herself. "honestly, i feel like i should get some rest and not come here, but pearce wants me to cut a promo, so like... i'm dying to get out of here." bayley chuckled in response. "welcome to the big leagues, kid." she laughed once again. "on that note, i think i should leave you alone." you furrowed your eyebrows. "what?" before you could hear an answer, she skipped her way out of catering.

what you didn't know was, someone was standing behind you. “i’ve been looking for that hoodie everywhere.” a familiar voice startled you. it was none other than your ex boyfriend, roman. “oh, this is yours?” you asked. “sorry, i didn’t know. i’ll give it back to you later, if you don’t mind.” roman shook his head. “no, no. keep it. i always said it looks better on you.” you smiled at his sentence. “thank you, it is comfortable.” you added.

there was an awkward silence in the air and you were okay with that. “so, how are you?” you asked. “been great, honestly. still the same, what about you?” “i’m good, you know with the push and all that, tiring though. i finally know how you feel.” roman chuckled at your sentence, remembering the conversation he heard that you were finally getting a push. “you deserve it though. finally.” you chuckled.

"no, but for real... if you want this hoodie back, i'll give it to you right now." you unzipped the clothing, to only have him shake his head. "no, no. keep it, (y/n)." he waved his hands in front of you. "really? i feel bad now. what if people noticed and they started talking about us again?" you teased him, causing the roman reigns to be flustered. "joking, joking. you look great though, loving the long hair." you said.

it had been a while since you last saw him. "thank you, you look great too. new hair?" you immediately nodded. "yeah, cut it short. blame kevin, he got gum stuck in my hair." you rolled your eyes in annoyance, remembering the incident. "i like it, it suits you." his intention was totally pure–roman reigns wasn't a flirt. "yeah, nothing changed since we last broke up. oh, i adopted a new dog!" "really? she has a friend then... that's good."

you were happy that you and roman were comfortable enough to talk about the break up. it wasn't really a big deal for the two of you, you knew that was the right thing to do. you were both grown adults and had no bad blood in between each other. "been seeing anyone?" roman suddenly asked. "yeah," you paused for a second to look at his face. roman had a confused expression plastered on his face. "oh, that's good for you." you burst out laughing. "the only person i'm seeing is my manager all of the time, i'm still single."

a wave of relief hit him when he heard that you were still single. "what about you?" you were walking together in the hallways, earning looks from the crew. everyone knew that the two of you were the it couple of the industry and your break up shocked everyone, so seeing him laughing and walking with you was a weird sight.

"i think we both know that we're practically still attached to each other, so no... i'm not seeing anyone." roman was always a truthful person, he wouldn't lie saying that he was no longer in love with you. "damn, you really love me that much, huh?" you elbowed him. "shut up, we've been with each other since we were broke college students, i know you better than anyone else." "and that's why i love you too!" you giggled.

time moved fast, sami and kevin retained their titles. you ran from the gorilla position to the main stage, hugging the two of them, like the script played out. the crowd went wild as they saw you. turning babyface made your job easier, your kind nature really helped shaped your current character. sami and kevin lifted you up and you pointed at the briefcase hanging on top of your head. "ms. money in the bank soon." you mouthed to the crowd, earning yet another pop. "the cool cats celebrating their win... will (y/n) become ms. money in the bank tomorrow? this faction is going to be dripped with gold, if she wins!" michael cole narrated the situation.

as you were out of sight of the cameras and the crowd, you hugged sami and kevin again. "good match, it was amazing!" you were practically jumping with adrenaline. "alright, who gave you coffee?" "she got coffee with me earlier." the same voice from before popped up behind the three of you. "great performance guys." roman patted their backs. he was already dressed with his promo gear and he looked damn good to be walking alone.

kevin furrowed his brows. "you? with her? god, it must be my lucky day!" he grinned, clearly ecstatic to see you and roman interacting again. "hey, it's not like we're not talking anymore. we only broke up." "yeah, she's still my (y/n)." roman added, playfully taking you in his arms. "tell him, roman!" the four of you laughed in unison. "i swear to god, if you two ended up dating again, i won't be shocked."

the thought of going back to his embrace did cross your mind once, but you brushed it off. you were still in love with him and yet it was complicated (in a way). you didn't stay for his performance because he was the closing act. of course, you tuned in from your phone. you had to admit that roman was on your mind today. being with him backstage sent a wave of nostalgia.

his segment ended and as a talent yourself, you were curious to know the ending for tomorrow's money in the bank. his facade from the big dog to the tribal chief improved so much, you thought. he was truly the face of the company. you gritted your teeth before finally pressing his contact to message him.

(y/n): acting so good, it got me shaking to my core!

a few minutes later, he replied.

roman: you were watching me?

(y/n): oh don't be flattered, i was watching paul

roman: haha so funny

(y/n): you know me i'm funny like that

(y/n): but you also did great!

roman: kinda miss you being here, the boys said hi

[roman attached a picture]

(y/n): miss you all! let's catch up soon!

the night went on and you spent all night texting him. it was a big day for you today. you were anxious and excited at the same time. after exiting your hotel room, you waited in front of the elevator. “good morning.” a voice greeted you, cutting off your thoughts. “oh! hi! wanna get breakfast together?” he nodded. “couldn’t get enough of me, huh?” “shut up, (y/n). you’re the one who asked me to eat with you.” he chuckled. roman and you were walking down the breakfast area, still earning glances from your coworkers. “morning!” you greeted them. “morning, (y/n) and roman.” they replied, clearly confused. as you walked by, they started to whisper. “are they back together?” “i hope so.”

“we can do this.” you nodded at trish’s sentence. the girls were gathering around at the locker room before showtime. “(y/n), it’s your big moment. we’re all proud of you.” you couldn’t help but to grin widely at them. “and thank you for giving me this. i love you all.” the girls hugged you as they left one by one. you couldn’t stop bouncing your leg in nervousness, trying to distract yourself from the thought of fucking up. “(y/n), you’re up in 5!”

you were the only one left in the gorilla position, waiting for your entrance. “good luck tonight, little sister.” sami and kevin bombarded you with a group hug. “thank you, i’m so fucking terrified.” you breathed out. “you shouldn’t be, we know you’re gonna kill it.” kevin added, ruffling your hair. you groaned at him, earning a chuckle as a response. “you’re gonna ruin my hair.” you complained. “that’s why we’re here.” the man said.

“(y/n), in 2!” you felt your heart beat faster than before. “you can do this, (y/n).” you were hyping yourself up. “good luck, i’ll be rooting for you.” roman’s voice rang in your ears. you turned your head around and spotted him with his gear. “thank you, i need that.” you smiled. “i brought this for you, for good luck.” roman slung his lei on your neck, causing you to blush. “thank you, roman!” he kissed your forehead, going back to your old traditions before going on stage. “now show them who you are, (y/n).”

as you walked down the ramp, you could hear the crowd chanting your name. “the warrior, (y/n) (l/n) walking down the ramp… with a lei, does this mean she is back with the bloodline? or is it just a sign if respect from the tribal chief?” “i don’t know about that cole, but i know that she is so much more than the bloodline!”

the match went on perfectly. sure there were a few bumps that you took, but as soon as everyone was down–you ran as fast as you could, climbing up the ladder. “is (y/n) going to be ms. money in the bank? she is climbing up the ladder… the warrior, (y/n) (l/n) is ms. money in the bank! she did it! she did it!” you breathed out the air, feeling the sore pain in your entire body. you lifted the briefcase and everyone cheered for you. “i did it!” you yelled on top of your lungs.

“MS. MONEY IN THE BANK, CONGRATULATIONS!” jimmy and jey yelled when you walked backstage. “oh my god! i haven’t seen you two in a while!” you grinned widely. “right? can you come back with us? solo is so boring.” “i’ll kick your ass, uce.” the younger sibling threatened. “see!” jimmy pouted. “i miss you all, i saw your segment yesterday. it was amazing!” you complimented them. “we were amazing or was it big uce?” jey teased you. “damn, soon as i saw your lei, i knew something was going on.” jimmy added.

“alright, that’s enough. give her some space.” roman joined in the conversation. “congratulations, (y/n).” he hugged you and you returned the favor. “think you gave me a lucky charm because all my bumps were not as bad as the royal rumble one.” he remembered you coming home with a dislocated shoulder. “thank god.” roman muttered. “i’ll be staying for your match too, i’ll be watching with sami and kev upstairs, so… better give a good performance!” you waved at them, walking to the locker room to change your fit.

everyone congratulated you and you thanked them. it was going to be a long night and you were still high on energy. “wait up!” once again, you recognized that voice. “still can’t get enough of me?” roman shook his head. “you mind if you accompany me getting ready?” you mimicked his gesture. “not at all, i need to get off this gear first though.”

“you going somewhere after this?” he asked. “nah, i think i’ll just crash.” you answered, not looking up from your phone. “do you wanna… do you wanna go around town with me?” that caught your attention. “are you asking me on a date mr. reigns?” “well if you look at it that way, then sure. but i just need to get away from all of this… you know how the match will end.” roman fixed his gloves, trying his best not to make eye-contact with you. “sure, like old times?” “like old times.”

the bloodline closed the show with a banger, even you were shocked by the aftermath of the match. every single one of them gave an outstanding performance, you never felt so proud. these past 2 days made you miss being in the ring with them. but there was nothing you could do about it. the chapter was done and little did you know, another chapter was going to start.

(y/n): what’s the plan for tonightttttt

roman: 1 am should be fine right?

(y/n): yup

roman: we’re just gonna walk around like usual

(y/n): okay, see you soon!

you freshened up after getting back to the hotel, putting on a new set of clothes. you stared at the briefcase on your bed, giggling like a kid. the night was just getting started for you. it was a tradition that you and roman had after every big event. the two of you would walk around town at night, no security, no fans, just the two of you. you didn’t know what possessed you to say yes to him, but after a long time not seeing each other–you felt like you needed this.

“now this is a sight.” you were walking side to side, with him standing right next to you. “yeah.” roman shortly replied. “you hungry?” he asked. “starving.” that was how the two of you ended up in a local restaurant, eating fish and chips. “finally, some proper food. i’m getting tired of eating catering.” you complained. “cheat day for us, i guess.” he took a bite of his food. “remember when you used to put fake money in jey’s lunch? he was over the moon, acting like he won the lottery.” you paused for a second, tracing back your own memories. “oh, yeah! and the vending machine broke because of that fake money.” the two of you laughed in unison.

just talking to him made you realized that you missed him. being friends with your ex was definitely a weird thing for some people. but for you? you knew you couldn’t get rid of this big samoan dude in front of you. “you were such a prankster, do you still do that a lot in your locker room now?” “of course, i haven’t changed at all.”

that was true. despite everything that happened, you didn’t change at all. so did roman. the two of you were still the same easygoing people that you were. the only thing that changed was your relationship status. “i do miss messing around with all of you.” you admitted, taking a sip of your water. “yeah, sometimes it feels empty without you.” roman sighed. “well, hey… i guess that was needed at that time.”

"no, no. but you remember that time where you got paul as your secret santa? you gave him a pink tie and he wore it with pride the next friday." you couldn't help but to burst out laughing at his sentence. "fuck! that was so funny, i bought it as a joke but he actually wore it!" the night was pretty cold and you regretted not wearing anything that covered your skin. "alright, alright. i'll give you my jacket again. you can keep it." he saw how cold you were and gave his jacket to you.

"do i get to keep this?" you teased him. "no. actually, yeah. keep anything you want, take my shoes too." roman joked, his laughter filling the cold air of london. "i don't want no damn ronald mcdonald shoes!" you pouted. the two of you continued walking until you found an empty bench near the park. "you wanna sit down for a bit? my legs are kinda sore." roman immediately nodded and took a seat next to you.

the two of you sat down and you huffed out the cold air of london once again. “i missed this… just us, the stars, and nothing else.” he couldn’t agree more. “like that night where you confessed to me, right? we had stars showering us too.” you traced back to the night. “yeah! it changed my life, like i couldn’t ask for more to be honest.” roman raised a brow. “really? it changed your life?” you nodded. “my first ever boyfriend being my best friend? that was probably the happiest memory i had from college.” it was the first time roman heard your confession. “i didn’t know that.” your cheeks flared up. “i- i thought you knew.” he shook his head. “i’m glad it was me, i couldn’t imagine you with someone else, (y/n).”

the view tonight was beautiful, he thought. he wasn't looking at the bright stars scattered in the sky, he was looking at you. you kept him up all night, the memories slowly coming back to him. he tried pushing it all away at first, but you kept coming back. the way you scrunch up your nose every time you tried holding back a laugh, the way you always tried to make the room brighter with your jokes, and the way that you were irreplaceable in his life–roman was still madly in love with you.

roman sighed. “why did we ever break up at the first place?” the question caught you off guard. “i think we just had enough of each other at some point.” you shrugged your shoulders. “i mean, i still love you and all… you know that right?” you nodded. “i still love you too, looking back… actually, i don’t know why we broke up. there was nothing wrong with us, right?” this time, roman nodded back.

“honestly, do you mind if i say this?" you nodded at his question. "it's literally 3 am and we're taking a walk in the park talking about our past memories, just say whatever you want, roman." he smiled, bracing himself for the possible outcomes of his sentence. "i don’t know but… i’m willing to try again, like these past 2 or 3 days made me realize that i miss you so much. i know the break up was needed because we had a lot going on in our lives. does that thought ever crossed your mind? us getting back together?” he suddenly blurted out.

“of course, it’s you... like you said, i can’t really imagine myself with someone else but you.” “we’re in a different position now, i think i don't mind starting all over again, if it's with you.” you looked at him, trying your best not to tear up at his sentence. "i'd love that, roman." and that night, you were ready to start all over again with the same person.

this time, it was the right person at the right time.

a/n: right person right time tropes ugh when @ god ? anywaysss i hope y’all enjoyed this fluff (i need to stay away from my angsty shit tbh), likes and replies/reblogs are highly appreciated!! andddd requests are back open!!

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olderthannetfic · 5 months

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Ok at this point other than art dumps on ao3 and a personal Patreon where the heck are smut artists supposed to post their work? Not even just porn art just about anything that would rustle someone’s jimmies is targeted. There are no more sites with Twitter finally collapsing. Twitter just lost all ad support and quite frankly everyone had already stopped posting. The internet feels so different now because of app stores.

Do you guys figure there will be some counter culture led movement that sees major online social circles moving away from app based websites? Because of the censorship? At this point social media platforms are just mainstream media platforms and the artists that made them big have been shoved out.

No, there will not be a counter-cultural movement by artists overall because many of them are trying to monetize. For that, you need to be in a mainstream place full of randos.

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earthtoharlow · 1 year

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Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x SingerOC

Series Masterlist

02) Second Chances

Jack walked into his apartment, and placed his keys on the kitchen counter before walking towards the fridge for a bottle of water. The last couple weeks have been jammed packed, between making multiple appearances and long nights at the studio he barely had time to catch his breath.

Tossing his phone on the coffee table and kicking his shoes off, Jack melted into the comfort of the couch with a soft sigh. Happy to be sitting down after a long day. He reached over to grab the remote, deciding to flip through the channels to find a movie. After not finding anything good to watch, he figured he would watch The Tonight Show since that was the only thing on.

Jack didn’t know if it was his lack of sleep or what but Jimmy Fallon’s jokes were actually hitting tonight. He did always enjoy the thank you notes segments. Jack sat up a little straighter when he heard Jimmy announce the first guest of the night. “I’ve been wanting to meet this talented individual for awhile now, and she’s finally here. Please welcome, first time Grammy winner, Maryse Monet!”

Jack watched as the curtains opened and Maryse’s beautiful smile spread across his TV screen. He couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked with her half up half down hairstyle with her curls bouncing as she walked across the stage to Jimmy. Maryse wore a simple black mini dress paired with boots but she looked as beautiful as ever. Jack leaned in closer to the screen with his elbows on his knees, ready to learn more about her.

“Welcome to the show, I’m so happy you’re here! This is your first talk show!” Jimmy says as he leans against his desk.

“Yeah! Kinda crazy when you think about it, so thank you for having me on!” Maryse replies with another smile, and waves to the audience in front of her as they cheer.

“Of course, of course! I can’t have you on here and not congratulate you on your first ever Grammy!” Jimmy tells her and claps along with the crowd. Maryse covers her face shyly, trying to hide her blushing.

“Seriously, thank you guys so much. It still feels like a dream that I hope I never wake up from.”

“And who would I be if I didn’t bring up what happened as you were going on stage to accept your award.”

“Oh what? Me, almost embarrassing myself!” Maryse said with a laugh.

Jimmy tries to hold in his laughter, and nods “Well, yes! Here’s the clip!”

Jack relaxes into the couch again as they play the clip. He watched as he could be seen quickly walking towards the stage to help Maryse before she fell. He was glad he was able to reach her in time. The video turns back to showing Maryse with her head down in her lap, and Jimmy laughing. “I think my favorite part was your facial expression as you were about to fall.”

“Yeah, I think the only thing that was running through my head was “oh my god I’m about to eat shit in front of Beyoncé!””

Jimmy's head falls back in laughter before he reaches over and peeks over his desk. “I see you’re still wearing heels so it couldn’t have been that bad!”

Jack goans a little as he watches Maryse raise her leg up to show off her heeled boots.

“To be fair, these heels are a lot thicker than the shoes I was wearing to the Grammys!”

Jimmy nods before telling Maryse she had a point.

“This clip has gone viral on the internet! They’re literally going crazy over Jack Harlow rushing over to save you. He’s so great, I love that guy!”

“Yeah, I honestly should send him a fruit basket or something to thank him.”

Jimmy nodded in agreement. “You definitely should! One of the biggest rappers in the world right now saving the day!”

Maryse leans against the chair. “My friends made sure to tease me before congratulating me that night.” She says with a shake of the head.

“Yeah, we actually have your Instagram post that you posted after the Grammys.” Jimmy reached behind his desk to pull out the cardboard with your instagram post on it.

“There’s Doja Cat reminding you about you tripping…”

Maryse leaned over the armchair to point at her comment. “Can I just add that she replied to this while sitting right next to me!”

Jimmy laughed again. “But my favorite part of this post was Jack Harlow himself commenting that he'd be your hero anyday!”

Jimmy and the live audience dramatically awed at Jack’s comment. Maryse couldn't help but smile.

“Did you guys speak after the fact?” Jimmy asked.

“No! I’m so upset about it! After I left the stage, I was dragged around doing interviews so I never saw him again to thank him. Not a lot of people know this but I recently got into his music and it’s amazing. I’m a huge fan!”

“Oh man! We gotta get you guys to meet! It’s only right!”

Maryse looked towards the camera. “Jack Harlow, if you’re ever in town please contact me! I’ll treat you to lunch.”

Jack's breath hitched in his throat. Maryse was starting so intensely into the camera he felt like she was actually standing in front of him.

“If you get any closer to the screen, you’ll be kissing it.”

Jack jumped and dropped the remote at the sound of Urban’s voice behind him.

“Fuck! Man what are you doing here?!” Jack rubbed a hand over his face, before placing it over his chest to rest his fast beating heart.

Urban jumped over behind the couch and plopped down before giving him a weird look. “I live here.” He said with a shrug.

“not for much longer, if I got anything to do about it.” Jack mumbled.

Jack watched as Jimmy went to the commercial. Annoyed that Urban interrupted him watching the rest of the interview.

“I don’t understand why you’re still sitting here and not immediately calling her.” Urban questioned him.

Jack rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Now why would I do that?”

“Dude, I know I’m high, but I’m not that damn high. She just got on national television and asked you out. She’s bold as hell. Besides, now’s the best time to do it. There wouldn’t be any awkwardness since she got that out the way when she tripped.” Urban shrugged once more before handing Jack his phone off the table in front of them.

“I don’t even know her number.” Jack told him. “My brother, it is not the 90s you can slide in her dms and get it from her. Plus, is it not half of Neelam’s job to get important peoples numbers for you. She’s not doing her job correctly!”

Jack ignored him as he pulled up to Maryse’s Instagram dms and typed out a message.

“Wait, it’s bootycall hours. I’ll send the dm in the morning.” Jack said.

Urban snatched the phone from Jack before pressing send on the DM before Jack could stop him. “Oh man, you got it BAD. When have you ever cared about any of that!”

Jack huffed before taking his phone back. Jack isn’t scared to admit that Maryse was taking up real estate in his mind since that night at the Grammys. He played that moment over and over in his head. Maryse was beautiful, with an even more beautiful voice. Now after hearing that she was a huge fan, he was dying to meet her properly.

“I just don’t want to mess things up before we even meet.” Jack said running a hand through his messy curls

“You dming late is not going to ruin anything, she probably won’t even see till morning anyway.” Urban said as he stood up from the couch and patted Jack lightly on the shoulder.

“Now, you just reminded me. It is demon hours, and I’ve got some ladies to call.”

“Sick freak!” Jack yelled over his shoulder at Urban

“Yeah yeah, call me whatever you want.”

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Maryse groaned out loud at the name that just popped up in her phone. Her ex boyfriend Nate was calling her again. Ever since he found out she moved back to New York after leaving to live with Saweetie in California for a year after the break up he’s been calling her multiple times a day.

Nate knew Maryse like the back of her hand. He knew she would always have a weak spot for him. No matter what. That’s the main reason why Maryse stayed in the relationship for so long. She was sick of giving him second chnaces. It hurt having to break up with the guy she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life with. She refused to keep setting herself on fire to keep him warm.

When her phone rung again for the fifth time in a span of 15 minutes, she decided to answer.

“What do you want, Nate.” Maryse was sick of this. It was one o’clock in the morning. She could hear the shuffling of the phone in the background and loud music playing.

“Damn girl, I can’t even get a hello” Maryse could hear the slur of his voice. Letting her know he was drinking.

“No, you can’t, where are you? I can hardly hear with the loud music playing.” Maryse had to pull the phone away from her ear before it busted her eardrums.

“Come pick me up baby! The boys and I just went out for a few drinks before hitting a few clubs.” Nate says into the phone, she could hear him a little better now. She assumed he walked outside.

“I can’t come and pick you up, and you know that.” Maryse sighed with regret. Wishing she never picked up the phone.

“Damn, a bitch wins a Grammy and she start acting real Hollywood.” Nate cursed into the phone.

“Don’t call me again, Nate. You can go to hell with gasoline draws on.” Maryse hung up the phone, not giving him a chance to reply back.

“Stupid muthafucka.” She mumbled before throwing her phone down.

Maryse grabbed her extra pillow before placing it on her head and let out a muffled scream. Talking to Nate always puts her in a bad mood. Nate brought out the worst in her.

Maryse felt her phone chime, informing her that she had an incoming message.

“I swear to god, if that’s his bitch ass again…” Maryse says under her breath as she sat up in her bed to see who the message was from. Her eyes widened when she saw it was a DM from Jack Harlow himself.

Maryse flipped over on stomach and kicked her feet up in the air. Her stomach was doing front flips reading his message to accept her offer for lunch. She wasn’t expecting Jack to respond so fast, or even at all. Maryse immediately messaged him back. “Thank god, I’d have been super embarrassed if you turned me down!” It was 2am, so she wasn’t expecting a response until morning the earliest so Maryse was shocked when Jack replied back so quickly.

“I mean, I’d be an idiot if I turned down free lunch.” Maryse laughed at his response, as she was typing a response, another one came in. “I’m back in my hometown right now recording my second album, but I’ll be in New York next week for a couple meetings, will you still be in town?”

Maryse was starting to get giddy at the idea of hanging out with Jack. Quickly texting him back that she would still be in town. “Send me your number and we can talk details later this week!”

"hopefully, not during bootycall hours" Maryse laughed when all Jack sent back was the facepalm emoji.

As soon as Maryse got his number she immediately texted him how she couldn’t wait to meet him properly and wished him a good night. Maryse went to bed that night with a smile on her face.

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Maryse was in the studio sitting behind a piano with her songbook beside and microphone in front of her. She slowly starts pressing her fingers against the keys and starts singing.

“No more second chances, chances, Always tryna take advantage, 'vantage. I can't give him no more chances, chances So I'd rather walk away. It'd be wrong for me to stay, 'Cause that means you got your way.”

“That sounded great Maryse, that should be perfect for the chorus. Let’s take lunch and come back with you hopefully having at least verse one done.” Howard, her producer said from the control room, giving her a knowing look and leaving the studio.

Maryse sighed before pulling her headset off. She had verses written, she just felt like the song was missing something. Walking out the booth she grabbed her phone deciding to catch up on the outside world before she got back to work.

Turning her phone back on, she noticed 2 missed calls from Jack. Maryse immediately started to panic. She was supposed to meet him for lunch 15 minutes ago. Maryse cursed out loud before quickly calling him back.

Jack answered on the first ring thankfully, she spoke before he could even say hello. “Jack, oh my god I’m so so sorry. I’ve been stuck at the studio all morning trying to finish this song and I completely lost track of time! I understand if you never wanna speak—“

“MARYSE!” Maryse got silent as Jack cut her off.

She could hear him laughing lightly chuckling in the background. “It’s fine, I promise. I get it, I’m also in album mode.”

Maryse sighed in relief. She still felt like the biggest asshole. She opened her mouth to apologize again before Jack cut her off once again.

“Don’t apologize again!”

“You didn’t even let me get it out!” Maryse exclaimed.

“Are you still at the studio?” Jack suddenly asked her.

Biting her lip Maryse replied that she was indeed still at the studio and would probably be for the rest of the day.

“Well, I cleared my whole day out to hang out with you, so how about you send me your location and I’ll pick us up some lunch and I’ll head over there to you?” Jack suggested.

“You’d really still want to hang out with me?” Maryse questioned. She couldn’t believe that she basically stood him up and he was still willing to meet her, even if it’s at the studio.

“Yeah why wouldn’t I? Now, drop me the pin!” Jack hung up the phone before Maryse could even reply back.

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Jack couldn’t wipe the smile off his face watching Maryse laugh at his story. “Wait wait, so let me get this straight! You walked into the school's auditorium, got up on stage and performed Fergalicious?!”

Jack nodded, covering his mouth as he chewed his food. “Yeah, I was grabbing my crotch and everything! Honestly, looking back I’m shocked I didn’t get in more trouble.”

He watched as Maryse started to calm down from her laughter. Wiping the tears that had fell from her eyes from laughing so hard. “God, that’s freaking hilarious! The only thing to do now, is to make that principle eat their words and make a song with Fergie.”

“That would be a dream come true.”

“Manifest that shit, it’s gonna happen one day and I’ll be in the audience cheering my ass off when y’all perform it! I won’t even say “I told you so” Maryse said, giving Jack a smile.

Jack returned the smile and reached over and grabbed her notebook on the table in front of them. “Now, your manager CoCo said I could only stay to hang out if I helped with this track so let’s see what you got.”

“It’s a rough draft so sorry for all the scribbling on the pages.”

Jack responded without even looking at her while still reading the lyrics. “You don’t have to explain anything to me.”

“This is really good, but I see what you’re saying about something being missing.”

Jack watched as Maryse groaned in frustration next to him. “I think I’m just going to take a break and work on another song.”

Jack started shaking his head at her. “Absolutely, not. I think the song just needs a male perspective.” He reached in his pocket to grab a pen about to start writing in her notebook, before his pen hit the paper he stopped himself. “My bad, I’m just taking over. Is it okay if I write something?”

He watched as Maryse sat up and excitedly nodded her head. “YES! Go ahead!”

Jack was surprised at how fast it took him to write his verse. After 15 minutes he was pretty much done. He got Maryse’s attention, who was playing around with some chords on her guitar.

“You’re done already? That was quick!” Maryse questioned

Jack simply just shrugged. “I really like the song and relate to it, so it came easy to me.” Jack walked into the booth and placed the headphones on and signaled for her to play the song. He loved hearing her raw vocals, so many artists these days used much autotune, it was a nice change. Jack started rapping as her chrous stopped.

Yeah

Second chances they don't come, so I be real

Walking out on me is just a hard-to-swallow pill

Told her I would speak my mind and always keep it trill

But still I can't pull short, no, that was not part of the deal

I know how to be accountable for everything I've done

Do you wanna walk with me? Just say the word and you can run

Away from everything we built, oh yeah, I know I fucked up once

And it's bad, so I can't front

Guess I'll just smoke this blunt, yeah

Jack took the headset off and nervously ran his hands through his curls. Maryse had gone quiet and was just staring at him.

“Was it that bad?” Jack joked. He watched as she shook her head, seemingly coming out her trace.

“Are you kidding me? That was insane!” She made the mind blown motion with her hands. Jack could tell she was getting excited because she was bouncing on the tips of her toes and couldn’t stop talking with her hands. He wished he could take a picture of the expression on her face without her knowing. It was the perfect mix of wonder, admiration and astonishment.

Jack was happy he decided to visit her at the studio today. When she didn’t show up at the restaurant he was disappointed and a little embarrassed so he was glad that she called and explained what happened. Jack had a feeling Maryse Monet was going to become a huge part of his life.

“Hello, Jack! Are you listening to me?” Maryse questioned him with her hands on her hips.

Jack couldn’t help but think she looked adorable.

“Yes, now I have an idea…what if at the end of the track we ended it with me leaving a voicemail?”

“Shit, that’s fire! And you were definitely not listening to me.”

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nocapesdahling · 2 years

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Under the Cover of Darkness

Helmut Zemo x GN! Reader

My Masterlist

Summary: Baron Zemo has amassed quite an art collection over the years and it’s enough to draw your attention. After much surveillance, you don’t know which work you’re going to steal, but know you’ll have plenty of options to choose from. Little do you know that he’s been watching you too.

Rating: M (18+, Minors DNI please)

Warnings/Tags: Soft! Dark Zemo; Degradation; Art Collector! Zemo; Thief! Reader; Dirty talk; Power imbalance; Referenced masturbation; Arrogant! Zemo; Referenced voyeurism; Implied future dubious consent; Brief mention of cockwarming; Hints of Dom! Zemo; Possessive behavior

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I originally had a very different fic planned, and this ended up going in an unexpected direction. I know this is a bit outside the realm of my usual fics, so I’d love to hear what you think.

You’d been casing his place for way too long. Baron Zemo, who was one of the wealthiest people in Sokovia and rumored to be one of the most prolific art collectors in the world, hadn’t been the easiest man to find. The scope of his collection had only been a rumor to you, one you’d heard in passing and paid no mind to. Until you’d heard it again from one of your closest friends and fellow thief in Madripoor, who’d been at an auction to see who was buying what for future reference and saw a man, who everyone knew was Zemo’s representative, buy a Raphael like it was nothing. Based on that, your friend thought there might actually be credence to the rumors and that was enough for you to check it out.

From your research and surveillance, you’d learned that Zemo lived mostly alone with only Oeznik, his butler and also his representative at auctions, for company. Well, he also had the company of his art collection. And that was no small thing. You’d been able to discover after almost a month that his collection was everything they said it was and more. You’d caught a glimpse of a Rembrandt, a Monet, the aforementioned Raphael, a Van Gogh, and a Basquiat with who knows what else displayed in other parts of the house.

After searching for what felt like ages, you’d finally found what looked to be a small hole in his security. A place where the cameras had a blindspot, where the hallway was dark, and where the window could be jimmied. That meant that you were done casing and it was time to do what you did best, stealing. Tonight was the night. Finally.

You got the window open without the telltale sound of breaking glass and pulled yourself through, landing lightly on the balls of your feet. At a crouch you moved forward, towards the Monet you’d glimpsed during your surveillance. Up close it looked like “Meules'' from 1890, a painting that had been held in private collections almost since its creation. You shined your flashlight on it and were mesmerized by the brushstrokes, even in the dark — so much so that you forgot where you were for more than a moment. That was until a lamp turned on in the corner of the room, startling you into dropping your flashlight. No one was supposed to be in here. Oeznik’s room was on the other end of the house and Zemo kept the same bedtime every night. You’d watched his robed form lounge on his bed before he turned the lights out exactly at 10 pm each night enough to know.

Speak of the aristocrat and he shall appear. You turned, eyes wide, to behold Baron Helmut Zemo lounging in one of the leather chairs with a glass of scotch in his hand. The lamp cast his face half in shadow and he looked sinister for a moment. His lips were twisted into a cruel smirk you’d never seen on his face before during your scrutiny of him and his eyes looked triumphant before his face smoothed and became still again – as inscrutable as the depths of the ocean. It was so quick that you may have imagined it.

“It was nice of you to join me, my rogue. I thought that I’d be waiting forever for the pleasure of your company.”

You knew what that meant. He’d known you were coming. How had he known? You’d been so careful.

“Ah, I see it in your face. That moment of realization. You were careful, little thief. But not careful enough. For while you’ve been watching me, I’ve also been watching you.” He paused for a moment in contemplation and tapped his thumb against his lips. “And I have liked what I have seen.”

This had never happened to you before. You chose a mark, you cased their house, and you stole what you planned to steal. Each time was a success, allowing you to make something of a fortune and to even keep your favorite pieces for your own collection. You were a damn good thief if you did say so yourself. No one had ever made you. Not like this.

“You are speechless. That’s fine. I often have that effect. Let me ask you. You saw me swimming in my pool. Didn’t you, my thief? Nod if you can’t summon the words.”

You bit your lip, thoughts meandering back to that day. His surprising muscles with the water dripping off of them and the way his bathing suit had flattered his assets – yes, you’d like what you’d seen even knowing that those muscles were remnants of his recent time in EKO Scorpion. Even so, you were tempted to shake your head no. He had the upper hand here already and you wanted to gain something of your own back.

“Before you respond, I will know if you’re lying. And you will not like the consequences.”

You shivered slightly at his tone and how his voice had deepened before hesitantly nodding yes.

“I knew you did. I knew you were watching that day you see and wanted to put on a little bit of a show. I knew my collection already had your attention, but I wanted it for myself.”

You cleared your throat, summoning words for the first time in his presence. “And you had it.”

He leaned forward, his scrutiny of your face intensifying. “I know I did.” He sipped his scotch, his mien assured as though he already knew the answer to his next question. “Tell me, my rogue, did you touch yourself afterwards to thoughts of me? If you don’t want to admit it, that’s fine but I will tell you that I did. I imagined what you would look like — below me, riding me, in my sheets, against the wall, and covered in paint in my studio with my cock inside you as I worked. I can detail all the ways I’ve imagined you if you’d like. It’s rather a long list.”

You looked away, unable to hold eye contact. You had in fact got yourself off to thoughts of him as soon as you’d found a secluded place and had a few times since then, but you were never going to admit that to him. Before they’d been harmless fantasies of a mark, which once you liberated one of his paintings, you’d never see again. But now faced with Baron Zemo watching you from the shadows, his eyes intense and burning, they felt anything but harmless — they felt dangerous, like you were about to jump into an abyss without knowing its depth, and it made you shift in discomfort. It was too bad you’d always liked danger more than you should. You shook your head no and began moving towards the window as subtly as you could, which in your current agitated and aroused state was nowhere near subtle.

“Oh, you didn’t? See my thief, I don’t believe that. I think you made it to my hedge maze and no further before bringing yourself pleasure. I think you got lucky that the cameras there were off that day otherwise I would have had that memory preserved forever. But don’t worry, we’ll make new ones.”

You’d almost made it to the window, which with its age had unfortunately slid closed. You only needed to get it open and you would be free. You wouldn’t be around to “make new memories” with him, and hoped to never see Zemo again.

He was still serenely watching you and sipping his scotch as you went for the window.

“It looks like I’ll be leaving now, Baron. I’ll leave you be. I promise your collection is safe from me, and you can forget you ever saw me.” Your voice sounded as nervous as you felt.

“Leave me be?” He stood, placing his scotch on the table, and prowled closer like a predator approaching its prey. “Now, when did I give you the impression that I wanted that? You see, my rogue, the window won’t open. I closed it and locked it while you were entranced by the Monet. You do have good taste, though I thought thieves of your caliber were supposed to have better senses.”

At this point you’d backed up into the wall next to the window, dropping the tools of your trade to the ground. Zemo’s face was fully illuminated in the moonlight as he loomed over you and he was just as handsome as ever, even more so now that you knew he was a worthier opponent than you’d ever expected.

His voice when he spoke again seemed to linger over the words as he smirked at you. “Oh no, my little thief in the night.” He tsked, “You will not be leaving for a very long time. This is your home now. Isn’t that wonderful?”

You shook your head and a tear escaped from your eye. He wouldn’t be able to keep you here. Your friends would look for you. Your buyers would miss you.

“Look on the bright side, you will be well taken care of here and my art collection will be within your reach at all times. You’ve seen how well I treat my art, yes? I take good care of what’s mine.”

You continued to shake your head. “What about me? What about my life?”

Zemo reached out and caressed your cheek, his thumb catching a tear and his hands shocking in their warmth. “Ah, yes. An important question. As for you – well, you will be within my reach at all times. Mine to do with as I please. Doesn’t that sound lovely?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing, “I think we’ll be very happy together, don’t you? You’ll be the crown jewel of my collection.”

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A/N: I will confess that I rather like the last line. Hope you all liked this, and please let me know if you did!

I do have a Halloween fic in the works for Zemo and a fluffy Laszlo Kreizler drabble I can’t wait to post. I have quite a few fics for Zemo on my masterlist too if you’d like to check them out!

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