Proposal of Murder
Summary: Edward finally decides to pop the question after bringing Oswald on a trip down memory lane.
Rating: NC-17 (Graphic Depictions of Violence, Non-Consensual Grinding, Murder, Murder Smut, Sex In Blood, Unprotected Sex, Anal Sex, Rough Sex)
Word Count: 11038
Note: Finally finished the fic pass we did about a week ago! This version has far more to the story than the original. @endless-nygmobblepot and I couldn’t leave this fic without the smut and murder, so we worked together in adding it. Things get bloody and then they get sexy :D Happy reading!
Edward Nygma has mentally prepared himself for this day for weeks, battling back and forth with himself on whether or not it’s the perfect time to pull this off, but he believes he can finally overcome his fears. Today is the day he’ll take a huge step forward in his relationship with Oswald Cobblepot. Today is the day he proposes that the Penguin be his partner in life.
While it had taken weeks for Edward to prepare, he didn’t make plans to perform anything too elaborate. He didn’t get a live band or an orchestrator to sweep Oswald off his feet with a symphony of forbidden love. Instead, he wanted this to be all him and the solid white gold band he’s had hidden in his room for days. Edward wanted Oswald to just see him, only him, and know that his love for him was truly something to be astounded by. Though he had always been bad at communicating, today he wanted to try his best to make Oswald feel more wanted than he had ever felt before.
Edward stands in the bathroom, adjoined to his bedroom, and pushes his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose with a shaky right hand, then straightens his green tie in the mirror.
It was now or never.
He sighs nervously, his breath showing against the reflection in the glass. “Marry me, Oswald,” he thought to himself, running a hand anxiously through his hair. “I love you and I want to show you how much by spending the rest of my life with you,” he says under his breath, thinking that his words might read as desperation.
Maybe he shouldn’t practice what to say? Maybe he should let the moment flow naturally and say only what’s on his mind? Maybe he should back out and forget he ever thought of proposing?
“Ugh!,” he grunts, crashing a closed fist down upon the sink, shaking the doubtful thoughts out of his mind. “I’m going to do it,” he boldly convinces himself. There’s no way this day will end without him asking his lover one of the most important questions of their lives. He turns away from the mirror, takes another deep breath, and finally steps out of the bathroom.