Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome x Reader - Split Part 2

Warning - Slight smut (nothing bad just heavy making out)

Y/N and Jerome were sat in his trailer, she couldn't stand to go back to her own trailer, not after what she did. Jerome had told her that he hid the bodies. He had also told her that he had killed his mother. She didn't want to hear about it, she knew he was psychotic but she didn't want to be witness to it. Whilst yes, she had a psychotic side, she also had a innocent side who hated the idea of death. Jerome knew this, that's why he was always so soft around her, that's why he tried not to show his psychopathic tendencies around her.

Knock knock knock.

Their heads lifted simultaneously, glancing curiously at the door. Usually nobody bothered them. Lifting her head of his lap, Jerome walked to the door and answered it as Y/N watched from behind him.

"GCPD. We need to speak with Lila." Y/N froze as the name came from the detectives mouth, Jerome glancing at her and giving her a reassuring look, promising that he would deal with it.

"She's not here. Why? What's happened?" Jerome spoke, grabbing his coat and wrapping it around Y/N as they stepped out and he closed the door behind him. She smiled appreciating the gesture, snuggling into the warm fabric as the freezing wind blew through the circus grounds.

"Where is she?" The man spoke again, glancing questionably to the trailer. A beautiful woman stood behind him, the cruel ring leader stood next to him.

"Uh... I don't know. She was supposed to be home ages ago." Jerome spoke in a timid voice, impressing Y/N with his acting skills as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him to keep her warm.

"You a relative? You?" He questioned, looking between the couple.

"I'm her son, Jerome. This is my girlfriend, Y/N." Jerome continued in the timid voice, hunching in on himself to seem afraid of the detective. Her cheeks flamed as he called her his girlfriend.

"Jerome, when did you last see her?" The detective spoke, suspicious.

"This morning. She was here when we left for the library." Y/N stayed silent, knowing she wouldn't be able to lie, this version of her was terrible at lying.

"Relax Jerome, Y/N. This gentlemen is just here because Owen and Al had a disagreement. Jerome, your mother is fine. Gone on a spree no doubt. You know how she is." The soft voice of the ring leader gave the illusion he cared, he didn't. Y/N could remember countless times he had left them to their parents beatings, done nothing to help.

"A spree? Without her hat? Her coat? Her purse?" Jerome glared at the ring leader, trying not to give away his innocent act.

Realising it would be suspicious if she stayed silent, Y/N spoke, "Look at Sheba. She's distraught."

"She knows something is wrong!" Jerome spoke, inspecting the large snake with Y/N, gently touching the cage in mock worry.

"The snake does seem to be agitated." The detective nodded, a fake grin on his face as he glanced at the ring leader.

"Sir, she's what you call a party girl. Back in the morning with her knickers in a handbag. Sure as eggs." Jerome glared at his words, the glare unseen by everyone but Y/N who tightly squeezed his hand.

"But she didn't take her handbag, did she?" The man asked sarcastically before glancing back at the snake.

"How fast does an animal like that move?" Jerome frowned at his words, confused as to why he was asking.

"Uh...fast walking pace. They rely on surprise mainly." Jerome glanced at the snake as he spoke.

"Let her out." Y/N tensed up at his words, she always had a fear of that snake, she hated it.