A Face Made For Daylight

Seven Years of Bad Luck

*gif removed because of prudes flagging sexy content* Hey guys sorry for another delay!!! What a week! But I made it really long.

This is a very smutty one!!! But it's Riddler Alistair!!!!

Enjoy and apologies for the horny smut.
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"Stella?" Alistair was down on one knee looking up at Stella as she held the sheet next to her chest. Her mind was racing yet completely silent. She did not anticipate this, was not ready for it.

"I--" She tucked her hair behind her ear. "I don't know what to say." She looked back into his eyes. Alistair knitted his brows, a crease formed between them.

"love--" He lifted his brows. "---may I recommend you say yes?" Alistair chuckled.

"When did you---how do you have a ring already?"

Alistair sighed. "So--it's a no then." He furrowed his brows and shifted to get back to his feet. Stella let go of the sheets and grabbed his hand.

"Alistair---it's not a no." He stayed on his knee and shut his eyes smiling, exhaling the tension away. Stella licked her lips continuing.

"It's an ---I need to think about it, because I love you, truly, and I don't want to mess this up---kind of answer. Can you sit beside me?"

Shifting back into the bed, Stella made room as Alistair sat down. She looked down at the shiny token of his love and affection.

"It's really too beautiful--but when did you get it?" Stella looked up searching his eyes and she couldn't put her finger on his expression. It was a mixture of sadness and guilt.

Alistair furrowed his brows and clenched his jaw, he knew he had to tell Stella why Tabitha cursed him, what he did to her.

"It was Tabby's ring."

Alistair looked at Stella searching her face for any warning signs that he shouldn't continue telling her the truth. Stella squinted, confused. Alistair inhaled and continued to be afraid of how Stella may view him after he comes clean. He knows the clean coming will hurt.

"Stella-- Tabby and I were engaged---" He looked at the ring furrowing his brows, his lips pursed in dark thoughts.

He continued. "The day of the wedding, Marie showed up."

Stella stayed calm. "She crashed your wedding?"

"No---she wanted me to call it off." Alistair turned his head to Stella. "And I did. I didn't even make it to the chapel. I left Tabby at the altar----alone."

Stella recalled their first conversation when she woke up in the mansion.

"I've---asked you how and why you were cursed so many times because I knew you weren't telling me the entire story----um----this is---" Stella searched the floor for words she couldn't put together.

Alistair nodded knowing he was wrong to hold back for so long. He looked away swallowing at the lump in his throat. Alistair waited for her reaction. He wasn't expecting what Stella said next.

Stella reached her arm forward and held his hand feeling the ring in his palm. He turned looking at her, she had her lips pressed into a soft smile.

"I met Marie. I know what she can do. Nathaniel, Darla, You, Kid. I know she used you." Stella spoke gently. Alistair locked his fingers around hers as he looked into her eyes confused at her calmness.

Stella continued. "I think we can agree this isn't your typical cold feet situation."

Alistair kitted his brows looking at her, waiting for the shoe to drop but she was calm. Stella squeezed his hand.