#*henchman voice* on it boss

[skyward-floored]

*whispering* grilled cheese

GRILLED CHEESE

GRILLED CHEESE

GRILLED CHEESE

GRILLED CHEESE

GRILLED CHEESE

GRILLED CHEESE

GRILLED CHEESE

GRILLED CHEESE

GRILLED CHEESE

[hawnks]

heyyy it’s the anon who sent you an ask about pearl boy and the side story with the lieutenant and old boss like a month ago. so i was scrolling through your blog catching up (amazing xavier fic btw literally stood up and applauded with tears streaming down my face at how good it was, i love when people characterize xavier this way mwah mwah) and i saw your response to my ask. so i reread the ending of pearl boy and some of the side stories and ???? i fully thought the old boss’s heterosexual marriage was a joke, like i did not think they were serious wtf also thank you for saying the series went to an unforgivable place. i don’t have anyone to talk to about the series so i went to twitter after dooshik did what he did and everyone was defending him. and i was like holy shit yall think carceral punishment actually works WHAT.

In order to get through the final few chapters I literally pretended Dooshik didn't do any of that. Like it was so intensely evil that even the artist was like the only way out is to give Jooha amnesia and start completely from scratch shxjcjjcnc.

Narratively I understand what Inking was going for. In order for the arc to be complete, the people who did the fucked up thing to Jooha need to be punished, and in order for it to satisfy it has to be in the same way. I even kind of understand why they had Dooshik do it (showing us that what happened to Jooha broke him as a person).

But what I expected as a reader was for Pilwon and the brothers to take each other down in some sort of poetic justice moment (which I guess we did get, in the end.... kind of...), and for Dooshik and Jooha to separate themselves from all this, and move on.

Pearl boy is beautiful and the structure and flow of the story is something I could pick apart for days, but it has never been an easy read. When I was warned months ago that the final season goes dark places, I wasn't prepared for it to go that dark. I'm pretty forgiving in terms of letting characters do awful things, but it was genuinely a struggle to not drop the series when I realized the extent of what Dooshik did.

I do find it kind of fascinating that the story went there, and that it managed to be shocking in a story full of shocking things. I think I can see the skeleton of a narrative build up to this moment, little warning signs that Dooshik might go off the rails in a big way, but because he never really did anything in this particular vein of fucked up before, it feels like it comes out of left field.

If you're reading this and don't know anything about Pearl Boy and are taking this as a sign to investigate out of curiosity about the Bad Things That Happen, this is not a recommendation. There are extremely graphic depictions of rape and abuse in this series, so please tread carefully.

[a-hermit-pining]

LaDs Men in Book Tropes

AN: for fun because I love AUs

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader

Genre: fluff and crack

Ingredients: 100% fluff

My Fav: hmmm all ig (but Rafayel and Zayne were fun to imagine.

Xavier (mafia boss x student):

You look threatening.

Elegant. Composed. A dagger in one hand, the other resting lightly against your hip. But your slacks are tailored within an inch of their life, and your thighs?

Xavier refuses to blink. Partly out of defiance. Partly because pins and needles are currently climbing up his leg from where he’s been zip-tied to a steel chair for the last hour.

And that’s when your left-hand man mutters something low.

You still. Your gaze narrows. “What do you mean he’s not the right student?” you snap.

Xavier turns his head slowly. Trying very hard not to wince at the sudden cramp behind his knee.

“Tell me,” you say, your voice like a blade slipping under skin, “you did not just kidnap a random man off the street?” The silence answers for him.

Xavier blinks once. Deadpan. “I was literally eating ramen.”

Your henchman tries to defend himself. “He ran, boss. He ran when I asked for his name—”

“Yeah,” Xavier cuts in, shrugging as much as his bindings allow. “Because a man with a neck tattoo and three guns asked if I owed money.”

You sigh. Fold your arms. Lean against the table. “Joke’s on us, then.”

It gets worse.

Because not only is Xavier not the debt-ridden student you were trying to scare straight. He’s a detective. A bored, off-duty, highly observant one. And your organization just gifted him a front row seat to all your illegal operations.

He doesn’t look worried. At all. In fact, he smirks. “So,” he says, tilting his head at you, dark eyes gleaming, “this where you tell me I’m your fiancé now?”

You arch a brow. “Do you want it to be?”

Rafayel (Office Romance):

You’re the creative director. His boss.

And he’s your trusted, anxiety-inducing, dangerously talented graphic designer.

Every time he disappears from Slack for more than five minutes, you feel the phantom grays sprouting at your temples.

So when Rafayel lands in this world, his heart’s a mess.

Because why the hell are you in a three-piece suit on a Thursday? Why are you speaking in PowerPoint? (He doesn’t realize there’s a conference.)

He goes through the full rom-com shbang...blushing at close proximity, nearly yeeting his stylus when you lean down to adjust his brush settings. He would be outraged by your bossy interference... if this version of you didn’t look so competent doing it.

You bet he becomes the undisputed champion of in-office work. Remote who? He's commuting through a hurricane if it means lunch breaks with you.

He silently laments not being your assistant. The daily chaos? The tension? The dramatics? That’s the kind of messy office romance he lives for.

Zayne (Jock x Nerd):

Zayne has approximately 25 breakdowns the second he realizes he’s been transmigrated into a high school AU.

Why him? Why now? What ancient evil has he offended? This is worse than open surgery without gloves.

And then he sees you, leaning casually against his locker in a lacrosse jersey, with a dopey grin and the faint scent of Axe trailing after you like bad decisions. You’re radiating school spirit and main character energy. The golden retriever jock.

He looks down at himself: books clutched like a shield, glasses sliding down his nose, striped polo tucked into khakis.

Oh no. He’s the nerd.

He goes completely still when you reach out and push his glasses up with two fingers, like you've done it multiple times. He hasn't hit the growth spurt yet so you lean down while doing it. Dammit.

“Tutoring in period five?” you grin.

He blinks. Swallows. Soul exits body.

This is it. This is his villain origin story. Or worse, his slow-burn romance arc.

Sylus (match maker):

“You are my worst client,” you snap, slamming your planner shut so hard your pen jumps. “You’re going to die alone, General Sylus. Your sword might be your only lifelong companion.”

You’re trying so hard not to throw your teacup at him. But unfortunately, treason is still illegal.

Match #23. Another perfectly elegant, emotionally stable, high-ranking woman. Gone. Sent running by him.

You’re down to your last lead, your last shred of credibility, and you swear if one more noble family calls to "check in on your progress with the charming general,” you’re going to fake your own death.

This was supposed to be easy. He was supposed to be easy.

A war hero. Stoic. Loyal. Families should have lined up to offer their finest daughters and strongest family swords.

But no. Sylus defies every known law of socialization.

“Making her dig for a brooch?” you bark. “In the rain, Sylus?”

He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink. Just raises his teacup, and smirks. That slow, infuriating, battlefield-smirk that somehow makes you want to both kiss him and knock him out.

“If she can’t find a brooch,” he shrugs, “how will she find a way to my heart?”

You scream internally. Outwardly, you smile. Professionally. Barely.

One more match. And then you’re done. Or in prison. Possibly both.

Caleb (Idol x Bodyguard):

This is his dreamland.

You. All the time. Every damn second.

He’s not even ashamed of it.

Because this you. the idol version of you. is free. Untouched by the mess of the other lifetime. And Caleb? Caleb is thriving.

Your bodyguard. Your shadow. Your guard dog. The reincarnation of Cerberus himself.

He stands next to you on red carpets. He scans every crowd before you hit the stage. He has a black folder of “threatening letters” and a second one for “bad fanfiction.” He has read all of it. He will not talk about it.

And backstage? Oh. The jealousy he inspires.

He gets to see it all, barefaced you in pajamas, you blowing raspberries at the vocal coach, you dancing with one sock and a protein bar.

The fandom eats it up. They ship you both. Hard. They make memes. Fan cams. Slow motion edits of him holding an umbrella over your head.

Is he labeled a fandom traitor? Absolutely. Is he proud of it? Yes.

He zips up your jacket when you forget. Keeps track of your vitamins. Carries four backup chargers, three types of gum, and a taser.

And when you fall asleep on the van ride home, head resting on his shoulder, he doesn’t move. He barely breathes.

[comatosebunny09]

Dragging yourself back to the mansion after a grueling deal—an ambush. Twin assassins sent to take you out. Word travels fast in the underworld that you’re Sylus’ point man (woman?) and that you’ve been bumping off opposing faction heads in his stead.

They did a number on you. You’re a little worse for wear. A little rough around the edges. Nothing some antiseptic and a glass of something acrid can’t fix. The retina and fingerprint scanners grant you entry. It’s achingly bright inside. Serene, with classical music reverberating off the walls and the scent of polished floors assaulting your senses.

You’re clutching your side. Slightly limping. Squinting. Breathing through parted lips. You’re tired. You ache, but you’ve gotta brief bossman on how the “negotiation” went. You killed everyone there. One less group of baddies stalking around, challenging Onychinus’ name.

You near his study. Press your hand against the heavy oakwood door, preparing to shove inside. Two voices emerge from behind the wood’s barrier, one high and light, the other deep and abrasive. There’s humor there. Laughter. Fondness muffled by the door. You don’t have to do much guesswork—one voice belongs to Ms. Hunter, whilst the other is Sylus.

You lower your head, studying the floor with a half-hearted scowl. You don’t want to interrupt. Not when they sound all cozy inside. Something in your stomach pulls, chest tightening. You’ll update him later when he’s not preoccupied. In the meantime, you tow yourself back from whence you came. You can barely keep your eyes open, breaths labored.

One of the assassins nicked you good with a knife. It stings, your blood pasting your blouse to your split skin. You collapse onto a leather sofa in a dark room, your only light source pouring in from the hallway. You just want to rest up a bit. Maybe a little catnap to get your head back on straight before treating your injuries.

Darkness sweeps in like a vignette around the outskirts of your vision. You stare blankly at the marbled hallway floors before exhaustion takes over, robbing you of consciousness.

You awaken bleary-eyed sometime later. Colors and shapes bleed in, making way for coherency. You sit up on something silk-soft and pillowy. You’re no longer in the room you blacked out in. In fact, you’re in a bed, onyx sheets puddling around your waist.

Your head’s throbbing. Side’s smarting. You remember you were a little banged up when you returned home. You lift your shirt in alarm to observe your injury, but it’s been painstakingly dressed with gauze. You touch your temple—there’s a dressing there, too, covering the cut you acquired from head-butting some ornery henchman.

Further ingesting your surroundings, it’s with a frozen heart you realize you’re not in any of the guest rooms around the mansion. You’re in Sylus’ room. You’re in his bed, surrounded by his things. Did he find you when you’d slipped beneath the heavy veil of unconsciousness? Personally clean you up and dress your wounds? Change you?

You shake your head against the rush of questions, brain pounding in protest. You don’t want to think right now. He confuses you to no end. He’s kept you at what feels like arm’s length since the hunter emerged in his life. Still, there are days when he’s a reflection of his old self, fretting over your wellbeing, blurring the line between boss and subordinate.

Whatever.

You fall back into the sheets, taking in their comforting scent. You should leave, but you haven’t the strength to. He can bitch at you later. You turn away from the door and fall back asleep, unaware of it cautiously opening, a set of scarlet eyes warily observing you from behind the partition.

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

[I almost killed your boss with my grilled cheese sandwich]- Mafia!TF141*F!Reader

Summary: You sigh when it's the fifth time someone fights in your poor tea shop this month. You just open it two months ago, in an area ruled by mafia called '141'. Maybe you should find their boss and give them money or what to stop the bullshit keeps happening in your shop. (well, here they come)

Mafia!TF141*F!Reader

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

After the unexpected encounter with Soap and Ghost, your shop finally owns the vibes of peace.

The customers become so ‘normal’, almost feels like you aren’t in the same area as before – if you ignore the blood on their shirts or recall the memory of seeing them punching someone across the street. You assume the men must tell them to behave in your shop, but you must say the minions become a bit overreacting. They call you ma'am, chat as quietly as possible, and one of them even apologizes when he accidentally touches your finger as if you will chop off his pinky. You start doubting if they view you as a secret henchman of 141.

It’s morning now, the shop usually has more people at this time, but you haven’t had a single customer since you opened it 30 minutes ago, they just vanished without any hint, hence you start testing out new recipes for your bread.

Lilting the song that’s fully out of tune, you slice the bread you just baked into pieces, and throw one into your mouth. Perfectly crunchy outside, fluffy like clouds inside. Oh my, you’re such a genius.

You’re totally unaware of your visitor until he stirs the air with a cough and his voice.

“Pardon me?” He calls you again, but you’re left in a trance when you land your eyes on him.

Damn, he looks just like your imagination of the man in the Dilf next door fic you just read yesterday on co5. Your eyes travel from his well-trim beard, south to his belted waist. Why does a man with a toned body – which his khaki coat can’t even hide –  have such a tiny waist? Your mouth's agape at the sight as you’re about to respond.

“mmsadjsmm” The man raises his eyebrow in confusion, and you hear your voice not forming a proper sentence too. Ah, you forgot the bread’s still stuffed in your mouth.

“ehemm, Sorry Sir, I mean what would you like to have?” Quickly swallow the bread and try to pretend you didn’t just dumbfounded in front of him, you speak again.

“English breakfast, please.” He croons with an infatuating smile as he saunters to take a seat. 

His voice is quite soothing, you admit in your mind as you start brewing said man’s tea, just like you presumed the Dilf in the fic… okay, you really should clear those nasty brainrots during work.

The tea is nicely served in the tea cup and brought to the man shortly after.

You can’t help the smile crawling onto your face when you see him grin at you after a sip. You love watching your customer enjoy your tea, and he obviously relaxes with it have you bask in your achievements.

“Don’t finish your breakfast?”

“Just trying a new recipe. I want to add it to my menu.” you reply with a shake of your head, and after a brief halt, you add a question “ Have you eaten breakfast yet, Sir”

“Call me John, love.” The man – John sets his cup on the table before continuing “And no, I haven’t”

“Then… would you like to have a grilled cheese sandwich? I can’t finish the bread myself, it would be great if someone could help me with it... Of course, it isn’t a must!" You hurriedly complement when John widens his eyes slightly at your suggestion, but he meets your eyes with interest within.

”I would love to.”

You beam up as you get the affirmation, and walk behind your counter again.

Slices of bread are already prepared. The pro tip for a delicious grilled cheese sandwich is giving the bread some nice seasoning first, so you pick up your black pepper jar before inquiring about John’s preference.

“How much pepper would you like, John?”

“Would be great if it’s more.”

“Alright.”

You turn back to season the bread, but when you pick up the pepper jar and about to shake it, a question slips into your brain making you pause.

How much is “more”?

The man doesn't have time to sit here and wait for you to contemplate the philosophy of seasoning, so after biting your bottom lip and thinking for 30 seconds, you shake the jar. More is better, you recall what John told you as your hand keeps moving.

You shake it 10 times, since more is better.

Apart from the bread, you hold full confidence in your grilled cheese sandwich. Placing generous amounts of cheese in between, the coveted smell flooded your little shop as you plate the well-toasted sandwich.

“It surely smells great.” John praises before diving in.

You hang a big expecting grin until John takes a bite and starts coughing like you will put him into the ER with a sandwich.

“It’s– it’s okay…love…” He tries to comfort you when you apologize abundantly and rush back to your counter to fill him a cup of water. Holy, isn’t more pepper better? Now you're going to send the man to heaven with a grilled cheese sandwich.

“Here’s water!” You go back to John as fast as you can with the cold water in your hand, you’re busy checking out John, who stops coughing madly but cheeks pink with the spices, and you don’t see the leg of the chair sticking out of its usual place.

A pair of arms catch you from slamming onto the floor, but the cup isn’t that lucky as it flies with Newton’s help and clatters on the floor.

“Shit! I’m so sorry!” You stabilize yourself in John’s support. But wow,  now the man not only just recovered from a fatal attack to his throat, but also has a wet spot spreading along the chest part of his shirt.

“No worries, love. It’s just a shirt.”

Even though John attempts to calm you, you still can’t help the sheepishness creep to your cheeks and stain it with the same pink as John’s, or stop thinking about if the balance in your bank account is able to buy the man a new shirt. You remember you wanted to get some cash out of the cashpoint but it shoved an ‘insufficient funds :(‘ into your face.

You really don’t want any customers to come in right now, even if it means your little tea shop will close down because you only have one from the start of today, but fate always gifts you things you crave when you don’t need them.

“Sorry boss, I’m late.”

You look at the tan-skinned man standing like a model just escaped from his manager, staring at you shoving a towel on John’s chest and both of your cheeks smeared with suspicious red.

“What happened?”

I almost murdered your boss with my grilled cheese sandwich. Apparently, you can’t answer with this, so you face John for help.

and he’s looking at you too, with a sly smirk awaiting your explanation.

You wonder if you can just make two sandwiches to shut these men up, with one more for yourself to end this predicament now.

a/n: ty for reading :D have a nice day/night!

No John Price is harmed in this chapter.

tag list :D - @blackhawkfanatic @nexthyperfix @danielle143

[acey-wacey]

True Love's Kiss

Feat. Idia, Azul, Vil

Synopsis: You've fallen under a mysterious sleeping spell. Who can wake you up but your true love?

...

🎮 Idia Shroud 🎮

"ME?!"

Idia's shriek resounded through the infirmary before he was hushed by one of the nurses. He shrunk back in his embarrassment and turned back to the cheeky cat that was standing on the infirmary bed next to your sleeping form.

"Yes, you, shut-in. What have you got brimstone on your ears?" Grim scowled at the blue-haired boy who's hair was becoming quite pink with embarrassment. "Who else would kiss my henchman awake?"

"Literally anyone else, maybe?" Idia argued, hiding his face behind the collar of his jacket. "It's always Prince Charming in the stories. I'm about the farthest thing you could find."

"I think you're plenty charming, Idia!" Ortho chimed in with what would have been a smile if he didn't have his mask on. "Who's to say you won't break the spell?"

"I say," Idia groaned, his voice muffled by his jacket. "Aren't there any other cures? I thought Professor Crewel was working on an antidote."

Before Grim could open his mouth, Ortho interrupted.

"Nope! No other cure!" Ortho beamed with glee uncharacteristic for delivering grave news. "I already scanned and if my databases say there's no other cure than there's no other cure and you have to kiss them!"

Idia whined in mortification and buried himself further in his jacket, now almost entirely engulfed by the fabric, except for the tufts of flaming hair sticking out the top.

Grim tapped his paw impatiently, quite fed up with Idia's reservations. Every second you were asleep was a second that your poor, poor kitty boss went without tuna (he couldn't reach the cabinet where you put the cans).

"I could always go get Leona. He's a prince, so it's close enough, yeah?"

"No!" Idia shot up, his hair flared up in red, startling Grim so bad, Ortho had to catch him before he fell off the bed. Idia took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair until it returned to its regular electric blue.

"Don't even joke about that," Idia muttered through gritted teeth. "Makes my skin crawl to think of that grubby jock getting his slimy lips anywhere near Y/N."

"Fine, if you don't want anyone else to do it, then what's the issue?" Grim put his paws on his hips and shot Idia an impatient look. "You like them, they like you, they probably want to kiss you anyway so just hop to it! I'm starving over here!"

Idia snapped up in shock at Grim's words.

"Y/N... likes me?"

Grim scoffed in ridicule and rolled his eyes.

"Duh! What, have you been living under a rock? Oh, wait, you have, haven't you?"

Ortho immediately began protesting Grim's insult. Idia himself might've been offended if he wasn't preoccupied with his overheating brain.

Why in Wonderland would you like him? I mean that was just a ridiculous claim even though both Grim and Ortho seemed to believe it. Not many people even liked being around him much... but then again, you weren't other people.

You were the one who messaged him to go to sleep at midnight after gaming for too long. You brought him snacks and sat in comfortable silence in his dorm while he played video games. You never expected more from him and without realizing it, he has gotten used to having you next to him. It even happened sometimes that he would turn to say something to you while he was gaming, only to find you weren't there. It baffled him how you made your way into his daily routine almost without notice.

"Do they really?" Idia asked softly, catching the attention of both Grim and Ortho who had been exchanging some heated words of childlike manner. "Like me, I mean."

Ortho giggled at his brother's bashfulness.

"Of course they do! They never shut up about you!" Grim huffed, recalling the countless times he'd heard you practically gushing about the vitamin D deficient geek. "No clue why though. Guess Y/N likes 'em pale and sickly."

"I'm not- whatever," Idia didn't really have the fight in him to argue with Grim's impression of him. He took a deep breath and looked at Ortho. "Do you really think it would work?"

"Only one way to find out!" the little robot responded cheerily.

"What if..." Idia gulped. "What if it doesn't work and I just kiss them for nothing? What if..."

"Shut up and pucker up, dracula! I'm wasting away without my henchman!"

That earned Grim a pair of yellow-eyed glares.

Idia collected himself with a deep breath and leaned towards you.

"Nope, nope, nope, this is a bad idea, I can't do this," he panicked, standing up and waving his hands around in anxiety. Grim rolled his eyes and jumped onto Idia's shoulders, pushing him onto you with all the momentum the little creature could muster.

It was effective. Idia toppled forward onto the infirmary bed, catching himself just in time to not crush you, but not before his lips brushed yours.

Idia jumped back, crashing to the floor quite devoid of grace. He, Ortho, and Grim all held their breath, waiting for something to happen.

"Aw, man, our first kiss, and I wasn't even awake for it!"

Idia brightened at the sound of your voice. He jumped back to his feet to see your drowsy eyes locked on him.

"Hi, Charming," you lazily smiled at the blue-haired boy. "Thanks for rescuing me."

Idia's face went slack with shock and his face turned so red you were afraid he might explode.

"Perfect! Now that you're awake, get me tuna, human!"

...

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

"This is such a bad idea."

Deuce echoed for the nth time since Ace had come up with his little scheme.

"I know but just think," Ace smirked at your sleeping body, which the two were carrying through the Octavinelle dorm, Ace supporting your arms, Deuce carrying your legs, like they were carrying a dead body. "Imagine the look on the prefect's face when they wake up and see Azul They'll probably think they're dreaming."

"Yeah, I think they've had that dream before," Grim scowled from where he rode atop your belly. "Wouldn't be surprised with how down-bad they are for that slimy little junior mafia boss."

"It'll be fine, I'm sure," Ace dismissed, ignoring Deuce's concerned look. "And if anything bad happens, it'll probably be the prefect ending up with a contract, not us."

"That's kind of a terrible thing to say about a cursed person," Deuce pointed out matter-of-factly.

"Pssh, where'd your moral compass come from, huh?"

"From my mom," Deuce spat defensively. Ace was about to respond when they were both startled by a looming figure standing menacingly behind Deuce.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?"

Both first years gulped in fear at the sound of the eel's unison voices.

"Is our poor prefect injured?" Jade frowned though his eyes held a devious sparkle.

"Sort of..." Grim started but jumped back when Floyd grinned at him menacingly.

"We can't have Shrimpy being hurt, now can we?" he flashed his sharp teeth at the sleeping prefect. "We'll take 'em off your hands, fix 'em up real nice."

"Will we get them back?" Ace asked, fearing the answer. Jade responded with a squinty smile.

"That remains to be seen."

"Hey, wait a minute-!" Deuce tried to protest but was cut off when Floyd lifted your limp body with two hands and flung you over his shoulder.

"Careful, Floyd," Jade warned. "We can't have damaged goods."

The unfortunate trio was left to watch as you were hefted into the Mostro Lounge, wondering if they would ever see you again.

Meanwhile, in the Mostro Lounge, Azul was peacefully tallying profits in his office when his door was kicked down.

"What the-" he shrieked. Azul stared in horror as Floyd barged into the room with a body flung over his shoulder. "Did you... Did you actually kill someone this time?"

"Not this time," Floyd responded cheerfully. Azul managed to stand up from his chair right before Jade swept everything off of the polished mahogany desk in front of him.

"What are you doing?!" Azul yelled but was quickly silenced when Floyd set your limp body down on the now-empty desk. "Is that Y/N?"

"Yup!" Floyd said, popping the "p" with a sly smile.

"Are they...?" Azul asked hesitantly.

"Just sleeping, fortunately," Jade responded with a similar grin. "But I'm afraid it's the work of magic. They won't wake until..."

At this point Azul was very concerned. His crush was unconscious on his desk and his business associates were far too smug to have good intentions.

"Until what? Seven's sake, just tell me why you brought them here!"

"Very well," Jade bowed his head in respect that felt more mocking than anything. "The prefect will remain asleep until they are woken up by true love's kiss. It is the belief of myself as well as Y/N own friends that you may be able to fulfill this requirement."

It must have been at least a full minute before Azul spoke again.

Jade waited patiently with a smile as Azul stared in shock and confusion, the gears behind his eyes obviously turning at superhuman speeds.

Azul finally snapped back into his regular businessman persona.

"Well, of course, I am obviously the most qualified candidate to undertake his task," Azul said nonchalantly, though both eels could easily tell it was a front.

"We'll leave you two alone then!" Floyd winked suggestively at Azul, the octopus' calm facade cracking ever so slightly.

Jade and Floyd shut the door to Azul's office and he could hear their laughter through the wood.

Azul took a deep breath and looked at your sleeping form. You looked so peaceful, your forehead free from worried wrinkles and lips devoid of any kind of scowl. Azul was used to being on the receiving end of some of these scowls/ incredulous looks. He couldn't deny he might have deserved some of the scrutiny you gave him, given that he did attempt to trick your friends into contracts so you would have to come visit him to save them. Perhaps if you wanted him to stop, you should stop wearing that adorable pout when you confront him!

You took a breath and Azul stood up so fast it scared him.

"Sevens," Azul muttered, running a hand through his hair. "When did I get this jumpy?"

He looked at you once more, taking in every still detail about you.

"Might as well stare, since you'll never be this calm around me again," he whispered as if he was afraid you would hear him through your enchantment. He sighed contentedly as he stared at your sleeping face.

After only a few seconds, he snapped himself back out of it.

"Stop it, Azul, that's creepy," he scolded himself, taking to pacing around his room. "Though to be fair, kissing someone who is under an enchanted sleep is far more creepy than just looking at them."

He peered at you again. Though it was easy to admire your serene expression, it was uncanny to see your face motionless, without a laugh or groan or yell behind it. Azul took a deep breath and steeled his nerves.

"Even if they hate me forever, it's worth a shot," he quietly hyped himself up. "But isn't it just true love's kiss? There's no way I'm their true love, that would be impossible. They dislike me far too much. But I would never forgive myself if I could have saved them..."

Azul grappled with his inner thoughts for who knows how long, before landing on the conclusion that he should just go for it and kiss you.

"If they do wake up, I'll apologize profusely until they forgive me for kissing them and then possibly draft a marriage contract...?" Azul hit himself in the head to snap himself out of it. "Stop it. Now's not the time to be thinking about that."

Azul took a sharp inhale and turned back to you.

"Oh, screw it!"

He exclaimed and rushed back to his desk, pressing his lips to yours before he could rethink it. It was the slightest kiss, barely even a kiss. Azul wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he had truly taken advantage of you.

He turned away faster than even the brief kiss. He held his breath, trying to notice tiny details about his walls to distract himself from the tension.

"What is... Where am I?"

Azul spun around, eyes wide with genuine shock. Upon seeing you groggily looking around, he straightened and cleared his throat.

When you turned toward the noise, you saw Azul, the absolute picture of perfection he always was. You would never have known he was feeling anything akin to anxiety if it weren't for the nervous tapping of his custom-tailored leather shoes.

"Azul?" You narrowed your eyes, taking in your environment. You were laying on a table, alone in a small room with Azul. "What is this? Don't tell me you finally got the tweels to drug me."

Azul opened his mouth to protest, a bit concerned that you were so used to stuff like that that you just sounded tired instead of worried, but he remembered his gentlemanly guise and rethought his next words.

"Honestly, Y/N, do you really think me so cruel?" Azul smirked, praying to the Seven for an excuse you would buy so he wouldn't have to explain the real situation. "I was not the one who brought you here. You were merely... dumped on my doorstep, shall we say."

"I just remember Ace and Grim screwing around in alchemy and they dropped some dumb potion..." You put together vague pieces of your memory before it clicked. "Ooooh, sleeping potion. I was knocked out, wasn't I? Bit stupid of those idiots to bring me here, but isn't that how they always are."

You jumped off the table as if you hadn't just been passed out. Azul was honestly surprised by your chipperness. You sighed and turned to him.

"So what did you do? What do I owe you?" You looked at Azul expectantly. He blinked a couple times before he felt embarrassing heat rise on his neck.

"I didn't- well I- that is to say-" Azul stared, scrambling for words. Nobody but you could make him this inarticulate. He took a deep breath and collected himself. "You don't owe me. If anything, I should be paying you for recompense."

You furrowed your eyebrows, very skeptical of any supposed kindness coming from NRC's resident schemer.

"What do you mean recompense? What happened?"

"I may have-" Azul coughed, trying to brush off what was so clearly bothering him. "This particular enchantment required-" Another cough. "I believe the particular wording was a true love's kiss. I provided a kiss of such manner. Because of the impropriety of this particular cure, I feel a certain responsibility to compensate you for such lack of consent."

You stared for a long time. Azul imagined that must have been what he looked like when Jade first told him about your condition.

"True love's kiss..." You trailed off, subconsciously bringing your fingers to your lips.

"Yes and I will be happy to provide compensation for emotional or physical damages or- or other."

You looked at Azul incredulously.

"You just told me you're my true love and you think I want money?!"

Azul was quite confused now.

"Do you not want money?"

"Well, I could always use it but at the particular moment, what I really want is for this dumb octopus to come and give me a real kiss."

...

🪞 Vil Schoenheit 🪞

It had been a few hours since you had been unceremoniously dumped on Pomefiore's doorstep. Apparently, some alchemical accident had happened, leaving you magically asleep with no known cure. Crowley had dropped your limp body at Pomefiore and offered extra credit to anyone who could fix you. It only made sense. After all, the Fairest Queen was quite proficient at potions, and so Vil prided himself on the same.

No one else had dared touch you once he spotted your body and glared at them. He had Rook carry you to the makeshift potions lab next to Vil's room. Rook, ever the drama queen, took every step to ensure your comfort while in your enchanted sleep. He set you up on a table with plush pillows and a lacy blanket. Vil thought the flowers Rook had arranged in your hands were a bit excessive but he was more preoccupied with finding a cure.

Vil told himself he was doing it for the extra credit, but really, anyone who knew him knew he didn't need it. Some part of him didn't like seeing you cursed.

For the past two hours, Vil had been rifling through every potion book he had, trying multiple recipes and feeling a little more disheartened every time it didn't work. One of the elixirs he whipped up burned right through his potted fern. He elected not to test that one on you.

Eventually, Vil came upon a book about curse-breaking.

"Can't believe I didn't see this before," he muttered to himself, flipping open the table of contents.

There was only one page on sleep spells. Vil ran his finger over the passage as he read it.

"The only way a sleep spells can be reversed is thought true love's..." Vil interrupted himself with a scoff. "That's ridiculous, that can't be the only way."

He looked over at your sleeping form, clutching your bouquet of flowers. The color was drained from your face and even the shade of your clothes looked grayer. Vil felt a pang of emotion, like a hand squeezing his heart at the sight of you so lifeless.

You were usually so full of life, bringing joy to those close to you. You stayed just out of the limelight, content to support your friends in their shenanigans but having your own fun outside of the public eye. Oftentimes, you took Vil along with you, giving him a taste of what it's like to be treated like a normal person.

It disturbed him so see you devoid of a smile or eye-roll or any sort of emotion that you wore on your sleeve.

No matter what it took, he would find a cure.

"You've already found a cure," Vil imagined you saying to him. "You're just too scared to use it."

"What do you know?" Vil grumbled quietly. Had he really fallen so far he was talking to himself? He wished you were really talking to him, really showing signs of life, even if it was to scold him. "There must be another cure somewhere. I don't care how long it takes me to find it."

"You know true love's kiss is the most powerful thing in the world," Vil's imaginary you said. "There isn't another way. And besides, would you rather me be awake now instead of in the 6 months it takes you to find something else?"

Vil huffed, more annoyed by the fact that he really didn't want to wait than what you were saying.

"Then why don't you tell me how to find your true love, hm? That'll take me longer than 6 months."

His imaginary you just stared at him, blinking pointedly. He stared back, trying to decipher what his psyche was trying to tell him.

"You don't think..." His face fell when he realized what that look meant. "It's not me, believe me."

"Well, some part of you obviously thinks it could be, because I think it could be you and I'm just in your head," you shrugged.

"I refuse," he immediately declared, turning away from where your real self laid. "If you were real, you would not agree. And by the way, who am I to kiss you while you're asleep?"

Vil looked over at your peaceful face and he swore he could see incredulity in your motionless expression.

"Stop looking at me like that, potato. I refuse to kiss you without proper consent."

Imaginary you stared at Vil again, unsettling him more.

"Come now, I don't need this from both of you," he picked up a potion book, pretending to read it.

"You could save me," imaginary you offered, your voice solemn in a way he couldn't imagine perfectly. He'd never heard you that serious. Guilt suddenly hit him in the chest, drawing his attention back to you.

Vil stared at you longingly for much longer than he would have allowed himself if you were conscious. He groaned and walked towards you.

"I want to save you, Y/N," Vil declared wistfully as he stood over you. "I do know if I can be your true love, but Seven, I'm out of ideas."

Vil leaned closer to you and brushed a hair out of your face.

"Maybe I'll be able to do this right one day."

Vil brought his lips to yours gently, barely touching them before he pulled away. He watched your face for any signs of movement. When you stayed stationary, he turned away, trying to shut out his disappointment.

"Honestly, when did I get so delusional?" Vil scoffed, desperately trying to push down his feelings. "In what sort of foolish fantasy do I count as Y/N's true love?"

"Mine, probably."

Vil whirled around, his usual grace abandoned in his shock at hearing your voice in his ears in lieu of his head.

You groaned as you sat up, a bit confused as you examined the flowers you were holding.

"Sorry, that was probably a dumb thing to say," you laughed, shocking Vil with how easily you adjusted to your surroundings. "Though I guess you really are my true love. You can't try to deny it, I've got the receipts."

Vil's lip quirked up at your instant snap back to teasing.

"My word against yours, potato."

...

Buy me a Kofi! ☕

[snowflakeanrika]

A meeting 2

A meeting's continuance

WOAH MY FIRST POST WAS DAYS AGO AND 120+ NOTES??? BRO WAT ARE YALL STARVING THAT MUCH??? (I relate, I only started writing in Tumblr cuz there's not enough content of Mafioso and the gang here 🤑)

"Honey, I've made dinner! C'mon, everyone's waiting for you!" A familiar voice calls out. It sounds dim. Blurry. Like a dream.

That voice... Oh, how long you haven't heard that voice.

It feels like it's been ages.

Well, it has been ages.

"Coming, Mom!" A younger voice calls out. It sounds like...

You.

You when you were younger.

You when life was normal.

You when your life doesn't need to worry about taxes.

You when life was happy.

Where has life gone?

Everyone was around the dinner table.

Everyone was laughing. Joking. Happy.

You were happy, too.

Were.

Happiness doesn't come often in your adult years.

Only worry. Worried about the debts.

Worried about the Mafia on your ass.

Where has happiness gone?

"LEAVE! THIS FAMILY DOES NOT ACCEPT PEOPLE WHO WORK WITH THE MAFIA!" F̶a̴t̶h̵e̷r̸ says, pushing your body outside of the family gates.

"D̵A̶D̵, I DON'T WORK FOR THEM-!" You cried out, kneeling before them.

"My c̸h̷i̵l̵d̸... You've disappointed u̵s̶..." M̸o̸t̵h̵e̴r̸ says, crying on y̶o̵u̶r̴ ̴f̸a̶t̴h̷e̷r̸'̴s̸ shoulder. The man covered the woman's face, his eyes fully focused on the woman he had married.

"M̵̝̈Ỏ̶̘M̷̢̿! D̸̝̱͊A̸̞͕̾̋D̶̳̞̆!" Their child cried out as they closed the doors on them. Their shoulders dropped onto their sides, fat droplets of tears rolling down their face.

They don't want to hear their own child.

They don't care about their own child.

They don't admit that it's their child.

They don't want to recognise you as their child.

Now, why is that so?

What made them think you work for the Mafia?

WHY?

...

You know the reason. Don't you?

Rumours. Deciet. A cheap trick to the mind.

Or a stupid excuse to get you out of their sight.

Ah.

Now you understand...

This is where and when life and happiness flee.

WAKE UP.

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Your body shifts slightly, your eyebrows furrow, cold sweat crawls down your forehead and onto your brows. Your hands are clenched together tightly as your body tenses up with each passing second.

You bit your bottom lip unconsciously, and a tiny, salty sweat from your eyes travelled down to your cheek as someone grabbed a handkerchief and started to gently dab the cloth onto where the tear and sweat rolled onto.

"How's their condition, Boss Man?" A man's blurred voice reaches your ears. Are you in another dream again?

Wait.

MAFIOSO?

You feel your body getting picked up and settled down on something soft. Your head rests upon something warm, and you can feel beats coming from it.

Beats...

HEARTBEATS?

"They're fine; just some minor injuries," Mafioso's voice responded to the young man as vibrations eminate from the surface your head is rested on.

Hell nah.

You know well that the young man's voice belongs to one of his henchmen.

Loud chatters and laughter are heard as your head gets clearer. Is the time right to open your eyes?

"B-Boss Man, they're not waking up...! Did we hit too hard?" The young man's voice gets more timid and quiet. What the heck is that henchman worried about? Isn't it his job to end your life under Mafioso's command?

"____ might be sleeping, Contractee. They do not get their required daily sleep. Besides, their pulse would be gone, and your head shall be off your body if that happens." Mafioso responded. Oh, Contractee?

Right, they go by their titles inside their little gang. But if Mafioso's the boss, why is he called 'Mafioso'?

The Contractee nervously chuckled. Maybe it's time to open your eyes?

You pretended to grumble and slowly let light into your soul's windows. (Ever heard of the saying 'eyes are the windows to the soul'? HAHAHA- I need to stop.)

First thing you see?

Mafioso's chest.

Bro.

Out of all the places he can put you on, it's on his stupid lap?

You tried to jump out of his lap. Keyword: tried. He had his arms around your waist when he sensed you were waking up.

"You're up." He said calmly. HUHHHHH????

The Contractee gasped in happiness as the loud chattering and laughter all stopped in one milisecond. The Contractee called all of Mafioso's henchmen, and all ran into your view as they observed your every move.

You shook your head and rubbed your eyes to make sense of what was happening.

"Hello, Mx..." The Contractee said happily before getting a stern look from Mafioso, immediately getting the hint to shut up.

Mafioso signals him to give him medical supplies. The Contractee happily went off to grab it and hand it to Mafioso.

He starts to pack up your wounds. HE? MAFIOSO? THE MOST FEARED LEADER OF THE MAFIA? HELPING TO PACK UP YOUR WOUNDS?

While he takes care of your injuries, he said, "Tell 'em', one of you."

The Contractee looks around among his group members, and all were looking at him. Since he was present and was sent there under Mafioso's command, it's probably best if he said it himself.

"The woman you met two weeks ago is someone who owes us, The Mafia, debt. We promised to give her more time to deal with her debt before we come again to end her everything." The Contractee said.

"But what's this got to do with me?" You asked, your voice sore.

"Uh... Well, we can't tell you the reason yet... But that pendant is on you because it's our way to take our new members in! Look, I've got one too!" The Contractee said, about to show you his before a henchman, maybe the leader, stops him, saying that it's 'not the time'.

"You... ARE YOU ALL INSANE? JUST WHAT PURPOSE I SERVE INSIDE THIS PLACE THAT I NEED TO JOIN THE MAFIA?" You seethe in rage.

Mafioso just sighed and pressed the alcohol rub into one of your nasty wounds to shut you up. You hissed in pain as the henchmen looked around and acted like nothing happened. Wait, the Mafia only has 4 henchmen?

To make up for the deliberate attempt to cause pain to you, he gently pressed his lips onto your hand and continued to patch up your wounds.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang with a sweet chime.

"Oh! Pizza's here!" One of the henchmen says, 'Contractee' in cursive writing his hat wrote. Must be his title in the Mafia.

"You boys go and get it; I and ____ will catch up later." Mafioso says, gently wrapping up your wound with bandages.

"Ok!" The Contractee says, running downstairs along with the other boys.

"...uh..." You awkwardly look up to the man currently letting you sit on his lap. FORCED. NOT LET.

You can't see his eyes because of the stupid fedora casting a shadow on them. It's like if he isn't intimidating enough...

It's hot.

WAIT- WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

You can feel that his eyes are on your wounds, patching them up with great care. Why is he doing this?

"Does this bunny have a staring problem, or...?" He spoke. You can feel his eyes on you now.

"NO. No. It's not what you think it is." You hurriedly say.

"Oh? I wasn't thinking of anything else other than a staring problem... What are you thinking?" He whispers. HELL NAH, NOW HE KNOWS YOUR WEIRD ASS HAS A CRUSH ON HIM.

"NOTHING. Absolutely nothing." You said to him. Bro, at this point, you're just gambling your life in this moment. Your ass is cooked, fried, baked, grilled, roasted, toasted, steamed-

"If you insist." He answers CALMLY.

This is NOT Mafioso.

WHO IS THIS CLONE?

You're supposed to be dead.

Limbs ripped apart, headless, heartless, brainless...

And yet, you're still here.

Everything is intact, and even SITTING ON HIS LAP.

He's not the person described like others did...

But... The police's findings and news can't be fake...

"Baby has something on their mind... Mind spilling the details?" Mafioso whispers into your ears. God, you can smell his cologne and a tinge of alcohol...

"Nothing for you to know... I... have a habit of... daydreaming?" You said, wait, no, it's more like a question you're asking yourself.

He merely chuckles at your weak attempt at lying. "I'm fully convinced."

At this point, you couldn't get any words out, to be honest. He gently lifts you up, carrying you in bridal style-

"NOnonono- Uh, I can walk myself! I don't want to trouble you." You said, trying to get the man to set you down.

"Bunny, you've twisted your ankle. Everyone knows this." He sighs, adjusting your pose to be more comfortable.

"What-? Why would you guys care?" You question.

"We care and mind a lot about you, ____." Mafioso calmly says. But...

"Why?" You asked with your eyebrows furrowed.

"Shush. Don't ask too much." He ordered. You immediately shut up; you're not losing your life today.

He held you downstairs to where everyone is. Surprisingly, all the henchmen were so happy to see you both. Is this not an embarrassing moment?!

"____, Boss Man!" The Contractee jumped up on his spot before rushing to get a wheelchair in no time.

"This... is Contractee, as you know. Get used to all the henchmen." Mafioso spoke while setting you down onto the wheelchair.

"Nice to meet you, ____!" He happily greets you.

You wave and say a quiet hello to him before he pushes your wheelchair to meet the other henchmen.

"This is Consigliere, the one with his sword next to him and with a top hat on! He's our advisor to Boss Man!" The Contractee said, his smile brimming with joy. "He's the most logical person in our little group of henchmen."

Dang. Wait, WHY do you have to get used to this?

"That's Soldier. The one with a ushanka! He's the one that usually kills the debters, I'm sure you know!"

"The one that has sunglasses and is bald, he's our leader in this group. He leads us to do what Boss Man wants us to do!"

"And then there's me, Contractee! I basically just collect information on the people who have debt from us and also change some stuff or news articles online to lead suspicion away from us!"

"I... Why are you telling me this?" You asked, worried. "Aren't you afraid of me getting all of your information out to the public?"

The Contractee just giggles before everyone pulls out their weapons.

You can feel Mafioso's footsteps get closer to you while you can hear a gun getting loaded.

Mafioso aims it at your head, smiling sweetly.

"I'm afraid that bunny just has to deal with the consequences."

Yeah, never say anything about betrayal, you stupid moron...

"I WASN'T PLANNING TO-" You held your hands up in surrender.

After you said that, there was a brief moment of silence. Then, Mafioso started chuckling slowly, putting the gun away. Everyone now started to laugh. It wasn't even forced. THEY ARE LAUGHING.

"Silly bunny..." Mafioso laughs. Apparently, your claim and supposed vow are amusing to them. "Loosen up, baby."

"Here, pizza slice! Which one, pepperoni or just mozerella as toppings?" The Contractee asked you, giving you two plates holding the pizza slices.

"Uh... I..." You looked at both pizza slices. "I'm not hungry right now-"

"Mx. ____ hasn't eaten since last night! Here, just take both!" The Contractee smiles, sliding the mozzarella pizza onto the pepperoni pizza's plate and gives it to you.

Mafioso takes a seat on the couch nearest to you. Which is at the end of the couch.

"Eat up, darling. You're not going to starve here." He lifts the plate closer to your mouth.

...maybe it might not be bad to engage in the Mafia-?

[za-vandal]

So I'm back from the dead, yippee! Now here's a word dump of how I wanna bang a big bad evil guy.

Sub! Villain X Hero Reader (male aligned, but no gendered terms used)

Not grammar checked, Smut at the end<3

Mean Villain, who was a monster of the hero's own creation. Perhaps the hero was a friend he fought with, an ex lover, or just rivals that went too far. But they both know there's no turning back when they meet again at a battle field.

Mean Villain who enjoys annoying and pissing off the hero. A habit that carried over the years from whatever past they had. He just loved seeing the hero so riled up, so mean and angry and how the hero's muscles would tense from the taunts.

Mean Villain, who tried to get the upper hand every time he fought the hero by doing surprise attacks, usually ending up getting thrown and pushed against the wall because the hero literally just swings them to the nearest surface they can and pins them down.

Mean Villain who enjoyed it a little too much, having to bite the hero so he could squirm away, hoping to whatever god that exists the hero didn't see how red his face was. He spent an embarrassing amount of time to spend that energy on his hard-on and accidentally moaned the Hero's name, accidentally moaning it too much.

Mean Villain not noticing that the hero had bugged him, a voice recorder was on his villain outfit just laying on the floor

Mean Villain, hiding his emotions as best as he could, wondering why the hero looked so flustered when they met again.

Confused villain who doesn't understand why this is happening. He has never had thoughts this horrendous about the hero. How the hero's hand could slide against his pecs so nicely, and squeeze his chest while the hero's fingers plunged deep inside.

Confused villain who wakes up hard like a freaking teen and gets so embarrassed that whatever evil plan of the day gets cancelled. His lackeys were so confused why their boss was throwing darts at a picture of the hero while mumbling how about how hot he was.

"Think boss lost it." "No shit Sherlock, but at least we have an off day".

*cues to unholy screeching and shouting, where the villain complains about the hero's body being too big and stuttering once he thinks about what else would be big*

Confused villain who found the hero ending patrol one day, and the hero looked so pissed while getting ready to fight. The villain accidentally complements the hero, leaving the two of them absolutely mortified. The villain ran with the hero chasing after him, trying to get answers.

Confused villain, who accidentally entered a rival villain's territory. Taken by surprise and captured, locked in a warehouse without his suit, wearing whatever rags were prepared by the henchman. Terrified about the fact that the territory he was in was of a hostile competitor, someone who would kill the villain if given the chance.

Confused villain who blacked out. Tied to a chair and beaten all over, they might be strong but this was on another level... He could hear a loud crash as his vision faded and his mind went numb, he pleads to whatever higher power that existed that we would be saved.

Recovering Villain, sleeping so prettily on the hero's bed.. he woke himself up when he fell onto the floor, the hero was quick to check on him, leaning down so close that their lips were almost touching.

Recovering villain who said "fuck it, we ball" and kisses the hero first, while the hero deepens the kiss to the surprise of the villain, who whimpered as the hero started squeezing his body like how he would in his dreams.

Pretty villain thrown back onto the bed, wearing an oversized sweater of the hero and looking so cute~ He writhes his body as the hero touches him so delicately, kissing all the little places where his healed injuries were, worshipping this tattered, broken body so softly.

Pretty villain who cries as the hero picked up the pace, he could feel the hero's fingers so deep inside him, cute little huffs coming from his mouth as he tries to hide his place with the hero's pillow.

Pretty villain, whose body gets folded into a mating press as the hero slipped into him. His pretty little hole was squeezing down so nicely, his face with tears streaming down was just angelic. The hero's constant murmurs of encouragement makes the villain cry even more. It was so gentle, so deep, so good~

Pretty villain who moans so loud, moving his hips just so the hero could reach deeper, getting off to the fact that he likes being pampered and praised. His eyes rolling up as he could feel the hero's hand on his dick, preventing him from coming over and over.

Pretty villain who lost count how many times he's come, how many positions they were in, just laying on the bed with his thighs on the hero's shoulder. The villain couldn't mumble out a single coherent sentence, but he fills the air with short breaths and pleads. Blurting out about how big and deep the hero was, how he wanted to get filled up so nicely.

Pretty villain who wakes up next to the hero cuddling him, as he starts to annoy the hero again, asking to be pampered. Something's just never change.

[archangeldyke-all]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdY1U9Cu/

This is so Sevika coded I had to show you

LMAOOOO

men and minors dni

your phone rings just as you're getting out of work. you smile down at your girlfriend's photo on your screen and answer the phone, smiling when she appears on the screen. "hey, baby."

"i'm about to give myself a stroke trying to figure out the fucking feng shui of my living room." sevika huffs, running a hand through her hair. you blink in confusion.

"the feng shui?"

"the flow, babe! the energy flow! look at this shit." sevika flips her camera around and flails a hand out to gesture at her furniture. she's changed the position of her couch and television stand, a pile of pillows and books in the middle of the room. "it looks horrible!"

you snort.

a few weeks ago, you'd asked sevika if she ever considered decorating her barren apartment. "y'know? some pillows? maybe some art on the walls? you could even buy yourself an actual bed-frame instead of just laying your mattress on the ground..." at the time she laughed and shook her head, but she clearly took your question to heart. for the past few weeks, sevika's been watching interior decorating shows and videos, buying frames for some of the drawings isha and jinx have given her over the years, rearranging her furniture and buying plants to liven up her space.

and now here she is, ranting about the feng shui of her home. "...but if i put it under the fucking window i worry that the plants won't get enough light--" sevika cuts herself off and flips the camera back around to face herself, glaring at you as you giggle. "what's so fuckin' funny?" she demands.

"nothing, i just can't believe this."

"baby, this is serious! there's something seriously energetically off about this fuckin' room and i can't figure out-- quit laughing!" sevika feigns winding up to punch the camera. you cackle and pretend to dodge her hit.

"i'm sorry i'm laughing, sevi-bear. you just crack me up. last time you called me so worked up it was because you needed me to talk you out of killing a guy; three months later you're callin' asking for decorating advice. you're adorable."

"i'm stressed out!" sevika whines. "and you're laughing at me!"

"why don't you ask silco, baby? he's way better with this stuff than i am."

"i'm already here." silco answers as sevika pans her camera over to her best friend, a studious look on his face and his chin between his fingers as he contemplates the room. you burst into fresh laughter as you watch the mob boss give his best henchman decorating advice. "i suggested a nice area rug to pull the space together. but it's much harder to get blood out of carpet than hardwood..."

you wipe your tears up from your cheeks, snorting as you try to catch your breath. "okay, alright, i'll come help you. give me twenty minutes to drive over." you giggle.

sevika smiles. "thank you baby. can you bring food?" she asks. you roll your eyes.

"whaddya want?"

"burgers?" she asks.

"ooh and a strawberry milkshake?" silco's voice chimes in. you cackle and shake your head, your fondness for sevika and her strange friends only growing.

"alright. any other requests, princess?"

"hey, don't make fun of me!" sevika protests. "i'm tryin' to be a real adult, with decor and shit!"

"you're adorable."

"i'm the scariest bitch in zaun!"

"yeah, and you're fuckin' adorable." you giggle as you walk toward your car. "you want bacon on your burger?"

"...yeah." sevika mumbles grumpily. you laugh and make a kissy face at your camera. sevika rolls her eyes, a shy, sweet smile taking over her features. "drive safe." she demands.

"alright. i'll see you soon." you giggle.

"we'll be outside when you get here. i need a fuckin' cigarette, this shit's stressin' me out."

kofi

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[demonic0angel]

For the mp3 trap au

Danny reluctantly agrees to help Lady Gotham with some of her curses. He's not happy about being trapped and bound, but he understands that she's desperate and has been in pain for a long time. He dawns a mask and some dark clothes and gets to work, helping people under Lady Gotham's direction. Maybe eventually, Lady Gotham lets him meet some of the more death touched Bats and Birds

(Tbh, if I was to make this an actual story, I don’t think what I’m gonna write will be canon, but it’s def fun to think about.)

Danny traveled through Gotham as a ghost at first, but eventually, he traveled on foot. It allowed him to mingle with the Gothamites in Lady Gotham’s city and it also allowed her to follow him.

At times, she would trail behind him, a permanent cold spot by his side as she gently guided him to areas that needed his help most.

Danny allowed it, because he too, was lonely enough to want company, even by the person trapping him within the city.

Sam and Tucker would’ve said something like, ‘It’s Stockholm syndrome.’

Dani would’ve suggested something like, ‘Trauma bonding.’

Jazz would’ve said, ‘It’s codependency.’

Danny didn’t know what it was. He had gone through all of the stages of grief before he eventually decided to just make a deal with Lady Gotham. He didn’t necessarily agree with Gotham’s methods, but no matter what, he was a hero.

He didn’t have to like Lady Gotham to be able to save her and her city.

Danny tied up another random henchman and then began looting through the boss’ paperwork and computer at his desk. Lady Gotham stood over his shoulder, uncharacteristically fidgety as they stood inside of the secret base, right in the big boss’ office.

“What is it?” Danny asked aloud, glancing at her.

She stared at him, silent over the brim of her wide hat. Her gloved hands tapped together before she eventually just sighed and shook her head. She did not speak often, but her demeanor was definitely out of the ordinary.

“Nothing to say, huh?” Danny muttered, frowning before he looked back at the papers. He tried finding any method of corruption or crime within the papers, but most of everything was oddly legal and correct.

Danny narrowed his eyes in confusion. This guy was a crime lord. Was he seriously meticulous enough to be able to hide his tracks so well? Even in his accounting books?

Lady Gotham suddenly drifted closer to him. Danny blinked as she approached, before she silently gave him a hug. He froze, feeling the oddly cold and comforting touch wrap around him in a gentle embrace. She then bent down to kiss him on the head, just like his mother used to do for him.

“My gift to you,” Gotham murmured. “You’ll have to stay longer, I’m sorry.”

Before Danny could say a word, the door suddenly slammed open and two figures stood in the sudden light of the hallway outside, pointing guns at him. Lady Gotham was now gone, leaving him alone in a room with the beaten henchmen.

“Alright, you little rat! We’ve got you now!” A mechanical voice shouted. The two people wore helmets and were pointing their muzzles at him, ready to shoot.

Danny turned, wide eyed as he stared at them both. And suddenly, he could feel it. A thread connecting him to one of the figures standing there, a thread that told them that…

The person paused and then held up a hand, stopping the man next to her from shooting.

Without any hesitation, she took off the helmet on her head and then stepped forward.

“Danny! Is it really you…?”

Danny teared up and then suddenly sobbed. He reached for her, his Core shuddering as one of his people had finally found him.

“Jazz!”

[thealtoduck]

Howl - Being adopted by Jason Todd…

Jason Todd x Adopted!Son Reader

Batfamily x Male Reader

Warnings: Death, you become an orphan, kidnapping (you), the Mad Hatter being his usual very creepy self, child mental torture (also you) , Jason struggling to be a dad…

Summary: After a being rescued from the hands of Mad Hatter, you have no one to turn to except a stranger in a red hood…

(A/n: The ultimate ”guy/girl who’s going to be okay” song, I have no idea what the lyrics actually say but I’m right…)

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Growing up in the East End your family had always struggled to get by. And after your mom passed away from illness things just got worse.

Because of your financial struggles your dad ended up in the hands of the Mad Hatter, working as a henchman. He knew it was wrong but wanted to do the best for you to be able to go to school and not go hungry and cold.

But after a while he couldn’t take the guilt of working for someone as evil as the Hatter and planned to quit… but someone wasn’t gonna let that happen.

The Mad Hatter was going to make an example of him, to those planning on leaving him. So he targeted you… On your way home from school he sent his henchmen to take you. Giving you a shot of one of his hypnotic serums to put you to sleep…

Once you woke up you were in a dark cold room, the room was filthy and painted to look like a wonderland. You then noticed you had been stripped and dressed in a onesie that looked like a mouse. You had been chained around the waist to the wall.

You tried to call for help but nothing…

Hours later the door opened and a unsetling voice could be heard ”Wakey wakey, little Dormouse”. Through the door came a creepy looking man in a top hat. You backed against the wall cold brick wall, praying that you could just fall back through it. ”Who are you?” you said trying to not let your voice tremble.

”Why I’m your dad’s boss… although he has been looking for a career change” the man turned back towards the door and waved his hand saying ”Bring him in”. Two men came in dragging your dad who was severly beaten up.

”Dad!” you screamed and try to run to your father but the chain around your waist wouldn’t let you. ”Y/n” your dad said weakly. The creepy man then said joyfully to your father ”See what happens when you leave wonderland, you ruin everybody else’s fun”.

You the realised who was standing in front of you… The Mad Hatter. You felt tears sting in your eyes. ”Please let us go” you begged. But the Mad Hatter only smiled at you and said ”But we’ll have so much fun you and I, we’ll have a tea party”.

He then turned his smile to a frown and said ”But as for your father… he’s not invited”. Then he smiled wickedly at you and said ”Off… with… his… head!”. The henchmen immediately started beating your dad mercilessly as you begged them to stop. Meanwhile the Mad Hatter just cackled loudly.

Soon your dad’s lifeless body layed on the floor infront of you. The Mad Hatter and his henchmen left without a word… not even sparing you a glance. You cried for hours, begging the Hatter wouldn’t comeback.

When what you could only assume was a day later had passed, you heard something outside the room. Loud noises. Voices. You shrunk into the corner as if to hide yourself, even though there was nothing to hide behind.

Maybe the Mad Hatter was coming to kill you now…

Then the door creaked open slowly making you cover your mouth to not make a noise. The door opened fully revealing a man, not the Mad Hatter… someone else.

He wore a Red Helmet but he seemed to have spotted you… And you could just hear him say quietly ”That fucking sicko”. He then spotted your dad’s body and walked slowly towards you. You raised a fist at him but he said in a calm tone ”Don’t worry, you’re safe now”.

He set you free from the chains and you ran over to your dad, his body was cold as ice, you knew there was no way to save him. You started weeping and the hooded figure knelt beside you putting a hand on your shoulder.

After letting you cry for as long as you needed, the man said ”We should go” and he guided you out of the room. You were shaking as he walked you out of the Hatter’s lair. You were met with Batman surrounded by all of his sidekicks who had captured the Hatter. You only now realized you had been saved by THE Red Hood.

”Red Hood, what took you so lo-” Batman started cutting himself off as he noticed you. Everyone was silent for a moment. Red Hood then said ”I’ll explain later but we need to get him to hospital to see he’s alright”. ”Right” Batman answered understandingly.

They took you to a hospital, where you were first checked over by doctors and then spent the night there. When you woke up you found that a ”Get well soon” balloon had been tied to the end of your bed.

Shortly after you were taken into foster care for a while, until a foster care worker asked you to come to her office. Inside was the foster care worker and a relatively young man, probably only in his mid-twenties. ”Y/n, please come in” the worker said.

You did as told and she said ”This is Mr Jason Todd”. The young man held out a hand for you to shake, which you did politely and confused. ”Mr Todd, would like to speak with you in private, If that’s alright?” she asked. You looked the man up and down suspiously but said ”Okay”. ”Good, I’ll be right outside if you need me” the worker said leaving the two of you alone.

”How are you doing, after everything?” Mr Todd asked. ”I’m… managing” you said a bit unsure. ”I wanted to come check on you, since… since I was the one who found you there” he explained.

”You’re the Red Hood?” you asked.

”Yeah” he answered softly. You didn’t ask any further questions about it.

”The world feels so empty now” you stated. Jason felt his heart break knowing what you meant ”I understand”. The two of you talked for a while before Jason said ”I would like to offer you something”.

You became quiet. ”Would you like to come live with me?” he said. You were caught off-guard first and only said ”… what”. He then proceeded to explain again, that he’d like to adopt you. You were unsure at first but looked him in the eyes, they had a kind warm depth to them. You trusted him.

”Yes. I would” you said.

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It was weird living together at first. Jason didn’t want to cross any boundaries as if he was a ”replacement dad” and you were unsure how to act around your adopted father. You were both just not sure how you fit in to the others life.

But Jason would still do his best to spend time with you in different ways, helped you decorate your room, help you with your homework, cook together, take you to the arcade, etc…

Jason’s family was also very welcoming with you when you first visted the Wayne manor to meet them, obviously they’d have to tell you about being the bat-family.

There was also the slightly awkward yet funny moment of realising Damian was technically your uncle despite being around the same age as you.

But Damian would 100% pick up the cool protective uncle role for you and if ANYONE messes with you, there’s now a target on their back. He also now owns a t-shirt that says ”Favorite Uncle”.

They would start giving you some light combat training, mainly for self-defence but also incase you’d like to join the Bat-Family when you’re older.

You and Jason would also start your own family tradition of getting take out and watching movies together on friday nights. Sometimes inviting his family or his or your friends to join.

During one of those nights when the two of you had been up to 2 in morning watching a bunch of movies, Jason noticed you had gotten sleepy and said ”You should probably get to bed”. ”Yeah” you said yawning.

As you stood up and walked to your room you turned to Jason and said in a sleepy tone ”Goodnight Dad”. Jason froze on spot. He didn’t know if it was just because you were so tired but you had called him dad.

And he felt a warmness in his heart and said quietly ”Goodnight Son”.

[lookahotman]

Tied Up!

Sylus x Female reader

My contribution to the sub Sylus trope. I am so done with reading stuff where he would dominate the MC like come on y'all, have you not seen his cards, he would be the perfect Malewife.

tags: NSFW (It's not full on sex but whatever), Dom!reader, sub!character, sylus is handcuffed (from the bond moment),use of swear words(oh no!),dry humping, clothed sex

Also, this is the first time I have written anything, even smut, I promise I write better than this but you can also see this as me tweaking out cus there is not even sub love and deepspace content out there. Oh and this is also in first person POV cus I don't see that either.

One of these days I will surely kill Sylus.

The guy has made me run around for the past day just to find some stupid brooch I will need to attend the auction for protocores. He could have just put it in my hand and saved us both the trouble but no, everything seems to be a fucking game for him.

I have searched every nook and cranny, being caught by Sylus four times in the process, and yet that brooch seems to be nowhere. I am so exhausted, Time is a luxury right now, and I am running out of ideas for all the possible hiding spots

Does this brooch even exist or is he just fucking with me?

After Sylus throws me out of his room, claiming that he is 'going to bed', I just sit down and start doodling shit.

"Bastard! Now I get it. He never intended to make a deal with me in the first place!" I scream as I scratch the demonic sylus doodle I drew when suddenly Luke and Kieran start speaking from a distance, making me turn towards them.

"you're pulling your hair out over this, huh? If you want to do something, maybe we can help you." Oh please enlighten me, what could this guy possibly do? Steal the brooch from Sylus? He is literally his henchman. "what do you mean?" I ask, biting back my insults.

"if you want to conquer our boss's heart, you'll have to use a different approach. Luke then picks up a book and starts reading something "For some people, they get bored once they have everything. So only those who dare to challenge their authority can catch their interest."

Oh? Would Sylus really like that? Now I get curious as I walk over to the twins and take the book called 'Humanity and Conquer' from his hands.

"When you're dealing with such a person, you bow down and submit or take them out in one go. In other words…"

I raise an eyebrow at both of them. "Go on." the twins gave each other a glance and scream, startling me. "YOU STRIKE WHEN THEY ARE OFF GUARD!"

"Boss is the least guarded when he's sleeping, you only have one shot so don't waste this chance, just do it." Luke says, tossing me some evol sealing handcuffs and a Tranquilizer gun. He is right, My time limit is close to its end, I have to act now.

And that's how I end at up in Sylus's bedroom at midnight. Currently I am starting to have a lot of thoughts as I sit next to him and watch him sleep. "Man's gonna kill me the moment I pull this shit" "COME ON Y/N you are already here you can absolutely NOT back out now" "That's a very uncomfortable position to sleep in is he stupid he is going to get neck cramps when he wakes up" "He looks very hot while sleeping." Fuck. Denying it is probably of no use at this point. Something about Sylus makes me fucking weak in the knees. Is it his voice? His ridiculously handsome face? His body? Or the way he tests my damn patience. I am not sure. Seeing him like this though, how calmly he is breathing. How his exposed chest keeps expanding as he inhales, how those pecs flex while he is doing that, how vulnerable he is looking right now, It's stirring something within me. I want to devour him.

sylus…sylus? I slowly call him, ensuring he is asleep. This is not the time to be thinking about bull shit like that. get your head back in the game y/n. The aforementioned doesn't make any noise, completely oblivious of my presence as he keeps on sleeping, I take this chance and cuff his hand to the bed. "This is exactly what you get for all the terrible things you do." There. I cuffed his hand. Now what? Before my hand could even touch his body, he grabs my wrist and brings me closer to his face. Shocking me. I probably look like a deer caught in the headlights right now.

"Showing up uninvited at this hour… want me to tell you a bedtime story?" Wow. What a cocky bastard. well, not for long. "Don't talk to me in that tone mister, if anything you should be the one to figure out what's going on here, these handcuffs nullify a person's evol for an hour, so no matter how powerful you are, you are helpless as of right now." I say as I pin him down on the bed, his hand still cuffed to the nightstand. From here I can see how Sylus's chest starts falling and rising a bit faster than usual. Maybe I should tease him a bit.

"Really? what do you plan to do then since I have become your prey?" Did he actually just ask me that? Is he trying to provoke me, test the level of self control I practice? Oh well. I never had much self restraint to begin with.

"Hmm.. Let me think… How about.. This." I hear Sylus audibly flinch as I wrap my left arm around his torso and squish my left cheek on his left pecs. Comical. I had no idea I would enjoy riling him up this much. "What? A thorough body search is necessary don't you think? Or do you want me to stop? I ask, already aware of what his answer is going to be. After taking two long breaths, he chuckles, pretending to still be in control of the situation. "H-help yourself."

"Don't mind if I do." With that I use my free hand that's not trapping his body to grab his face. He immediately starts melting in my palm. I use my fingertips to give light touches to his cheek, chin and slowly rub his ear. His breathing seems to be getting heavier by the minute. I move closer to the side of his face. "Panting already? I have barely even touched you yet." I whisper, and then lick a long stripe across his earlobe, he is blushing so hard and even starts trembling a little bit as I proceed to give kisses down his neck. He is so cute. "Y/n…" He moans out softly unable to look into eyes and hold my gaze, to embarrassed to do so I guess. "What is it 'sweetie'?" He whimpers a bit at the word that he usually calls me. "P-Please…." "Please what honey? Use your words." "please!… please Kiss me." He says in such a meek voice, body hot to touch with all the flushing and blushing. And who am I to refuse such a polite request? I lean down and smash my lips to his. It was a hot makeout with our tongues rolling against each other, his mouth opening to give my tongue more access as I bite his bottom lip and yank his hair in the kiss, making him moan, again. God, He is driving me crazy. I can feel his hand tugging the handcuffs, he wants to break from it so bad. Although I doubt he won't be able to free himself. I release our mouths harshly, figuring that he must be out of breath by hearing his pants. His eyes are all hazy, blush creeping to his neck and chest, my god he looks so fucked out already. I slowly trace his chest with my fingertips and then all of sudden I feel something hard beneath his robe. "Would you look at that? You kept the brooch with you all along. It's as if you wanted me to touch you." Sylus starts chuckling at that. "I did." He replies, smirking, leaving me dumbfounded and speechless. "What?" "I did keep it with me. It was to see how far you were you willing to go to find this brooch, But mostly I wanted to do this just for you to touch me. Which is exactly what you're doing right now." Hearing that I put the brooch on the bedside stand, and then use my body to pin him down again. "So you did all this… just to grab my attention? My, my Sylus I didn't know you were such a slut." His breath hitches again, it seems to do that whenever I insult him. "What are you going to do to me y/n, will you punish me?" he says, while being all smiley. If a punishment is what he wants, Then it's a punishment he shall get. "Stop talking." I sit on him, cunt pressed to that raging boner he has gained, than I bit down his collarbone while grinding on his dick. "h-haah… Y/N! oh my god…a-ah~" If his breathing could get any heavier, then it just did, his eyes are starting to get watery, he starts thrashing around the bed but I don't let him go until I have made a nice reddish- blue mark on his collarbone. "Don't hA~Ah.. Don't tease please.." He exclaims shakily making me sit straight which probably added more pressure on his cock as I see his eyes roll back and back arch a bit. "Darling, can't you see I am punishing you? you cannot make demands here." Sylus tries to thrust up to get more friction but I block him, I am not going to let him finish him so early. What would be the fun in that? "lay still." Sylus infact does not lay still. He keeps moving, thrusts shooting jolts of pleasure through my body as well. I steady my breath, I am still the one in control. "LAY STILL SYLUS!" I slap harshly across his nipple, which seems to shock him. His eyes widen a bit as he lets out a loud whine and tears start falling from his eyes. And that's when something snaps within me.

"I-I am sorry, y/n… plEASE- aaagh~" His voice now a tad bit higher as I start twisting and rolling his nipples in my fingertips. "Oh my.. I didn't know you were this sensitive here." I then bend down and take one in my mouth, softly sucking on it and flicking the other one. I can feel his body turning into mush as I look up at him, Sylus is unable to hold my gaze, soft gasps and groans escaping his swollen lips, he looks so cute like this. I then release his nipple with a lewd pop and give the other one the same treatment, and while massaging the other pec, I grind on down him again. "T-tOo much. this is TOO MUCH! please let me hahh! pleaSE LEt me mOvE." I can literally see the hearts forming in his eyes beneath the puddle of tears. Maybe I should go easy on my poor baby. I place a gentle kiss on his cheeks and wipe his tears that were rolling down . And then I start riding him, or you could say humping, Sylus throws his head back on the bed, adam's apple bobbing and fists clenched. "Haa~! thankyou so much a-ah~ I'm.. yeah please use me just like that! thank you y/n THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUUU~" He starts to ramble incoherent words, a series of broken 'please' and 'thankyou's' and random chants of my name, it's all adding to the pleasure as the heat pools in my stomach, ready to be released any second. I feel like he is close to his release too. "I-I am ugh.. I am close y/n Please! please let me haaH~ Please let me…" "Go ahead baby. Cum for me." That's all it takes for him to cum in his robe, making it completely dirty below. I ride him throughout his orgasm and then lie on top of him again, head resting on his shoulder. We lay like that for quite some time when sylus starts speaking "Are you satisfied now? Please uncuff me Miss. Or I will do it myself." "I know you can. But you wouldn't dare." "oh yeah? why so?" "Because I haven't cum yet Sylus. You will only leave when I tell you to." I can feel Sylus twitching beneath me again.

This is going to be a very long night.

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AU: kill me

[melloollem]

Trash ll|| Bruce Wayne× Child!reader

Summary: In a city where survival is your main objective, you do whatever it takes, including getting involved in Gotham's criminal world.

Warnings: Common comic book violence, weapons, corruption of minors (minors involved in crimes), anguish, guilt, conflicts.

(Chapter l, Chapter ll, Chapter lll, Chapter lV)

(Dc masterlist)

You were dizzy enough not to care how you got here, you couldn't feel your whole body and your mind seemed to be covered in a fog. You were looking around with no real competence when someone opened the door to your room, then a man who had been sitting next to you got up and they started a conversation. Despite your best efforts to listen to them, a loud buzzing sound settled in your brain and soon you gave up, agreeing to just observe the interaction between the two men in front of you.

One of them, the one who had been with you since you woke up, had a white lock in his hair, he seemed a little off when he spoke, he certainly wasn't happy, while the other man, a little taller and older, had a firm face, he wasn't happy either, but he seemed calmer, he had a familiar face, but not familiar enough for you to remember who it was.

For a second the buzzing in your head stopped and you could hear a single word "Jason", this was before a tingling sensation consumed your entire body, as if all your senses came back at once, this made you let out a low squeak, loud enough for the two men's attention to turn to you.

Their conversation was once again out of your reach and a nurse entered the room. An icy sensation consumed your body and mind and, in the next instant, darkness consumed your thoughts.

"He'll be fine, the anesthesia will wear off soon." The nurse's confirmation helped calm Bruce's noticeable apprehension, but had no effect on Jason's obvious tension. "I think you'd better talk outside." Jason didn't take a second to turn his back and head for the hospital corridor, soon to be followed by Bruce.

All the time he was avoiding looking directly into the face of the man next to him, he was sure that Bruce was condemning him for what he had done. How could Jason let that happen? He had almost taken your life.

"The child, he is a henchman, he has no definite boss, he is 11 years old, his mother is deceased and he has no record of his father" Jason listened attentively to Bruce's little report about you, he had already assumed that you were an orphan thanks to the situation in which he had met you.

"How long has he been at it?" The information wasn't really relevant to Jason, but he didn't know what to ask either, he had shot an 11-year-old. "Operating in the criminal world for 1 and 5 months, working as a henchman for 4 months" Bruce was really surprised at how long you'd managed to do this without getting into trouble.

Jason's mind was consumed by all the questions that followed. You were an orphan child entirely involved in the criminal world, he couldn't leave you on welfare and he couldn't let you back on the streets. Jason knew how bad both circumstances were.

"Jason" Bruce's voice pulled him back to the present moment "I know you're blaming yourself for what's happened, but he'll be fine, his current situation is already stable and we'll soon be seeing a home for him" Jason wished Bruce's current words were enough to comfort his soul, but they weren't. Knowing that Bruce had noticed how guilty he looked only affirmed his guilt.

At that moment Jason felt like confessing his sins to Bruce, assuming out loud that the scene of a child's pale face collapsed in his arms with bloodstained clothes was the only thing he'd had on his mind all the days he'd been sitting in that hospital room waiting for you to get better, but he didn't, he was afraid of his father's reaction, he was afraid that for even a single second he would see a look of disappointment on his face.

"Are you honestly thinking of adopting him?" Jason asked, returning to the subject of the conversation before you woke up with the intention of changing the conversation. Jason didn't want to let you go on welfare, but he wasn't in favor of adopting Bruce either. Bruce preferred to leave this conversation for another time, he was more focused on calming his son down from his growing guilt, but Jason clearly didn't want to talk about it now.

"I think it would be a good option to offer him a temporary home, at least until everything settles down" Bruce was skirting around his real intention, he really wanted to adopt him, but he felt it wasn't necessary for Jason to know that. "He'd have a safe place and rehabilitation" The term "rehabilitation" caught Jason's attention, who now had a confused expression. "What do you mean?" He asked.

"He, the child, has a string of violent crimes, has been involved in the planning of many crimes and a suspected murderer, he needs the proper treatment for that" The revelation didn't exactly shock Jason, but it did intrigue him. He knew you couldn't be left with just anyone, your old habits would be a problem, you had to stay with someone who could deal with all the violence you had inside you, someone who could understand your past.

"I know you're against adoption, Jason, but it's the best thing for him and this way you could continue to follow his improvement, I know how much you care about that" Bruce tried to convince Jason that it was the right decision, but Jason knew that regardless of his approval, Bruce would put you in his care "I agree that he needs rehabilitation, but I don't know if you're the right person for that, Bruce".

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Unfortunately I've specified the gender of the reader in this chapter, but if you want, I can change that.

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[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #1373

“I assure you, boss. Hero is no more,” Henchman said with a tight, nervous voice. He could feel sweat trailing down the back of his neck.

“Do you have any proof?” Villain drawled, almost bored. They’ve been disappointed many times in the past, after all. Magic flickered at their fingers, waiting to strike.

The henchman steeled himself and pulled Hero’s decapitated head from the duffle bag he was carrying.

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Catch and release

“You’ve taken Hero hostage,” repeated Henchwoman slowly, her eyebrows up to her hairline.

Villain nodded, waiting for her reaction. She repressed a sigh. It was a little early for this kind of joke, but she’d learned to roll with it. She risked an amused smile:

“ Sure boss, one day we will. One day.”

She met eyes with Henchman, frozen over his cup of coffee. They both agreed, what was wonderful about the boss was their morale. They always had their hopes up, no matter how unlikely they were to succeed. Villain hit their fist against the table:

“I just did, you insolent idiot. I’m telling you they’re here. In the basement. Tied up. Helpless. They’ve surrendered to me.”

This time, the look the others exchanged was frankly alarmed. It didn’t seem like a joke. In fact, Villain had a shaking voice, their gaze hazed, as if in a light state of shock. Henchwoman got up on her feet and clasped her fingers together, asking hesitatingly:

“Boss, are you sure it’s them?”

“Do you think I’d mistake them for another?”

Henchman came to her rescue and coughed politely before saying, with the softness usually reserved for hospitalized patients:

“Boss, do you remember last time we did meet Hero?”

“Yes, I remember last time! And the time before, and the time before that.”

“And the Exploding Bank incident?”

“Yes.”

“And the Bubble-Gum Death Wrap?”

“Do not remind me of the Bubble-Gum Death Wrap! That was- Everyone has bad days. But now, I have Hero finally in my grasp!”

“What are we doing to do with them?”

Villain’s fist stayed still in the air. Apparently, they’ve never planned that far. Their mouth opened for a couple of seconds before stammering:

“Something very cruel, of course. Something so diabolical the town will remember it for years to come.”

They turned around majestically, making their cape swirl behind them, not even tripping on it like they used to.

Henchwoman examined her nails. Henchman stared at his coffee like he wished he’d drown on it.

“This is so gonna turn like one month ago,” he mumbled.

The Bubble-Gum Death Wrap incident. With the suffocating menthol aroma. And the pink slime. So much slime. Henchwoman shook her head to erase the memory. Something had to be done. She drew in a deep sigh.

“Well,” she said in a light tone, “I’m craving for a coke. I’m gonna get one downstairs.”

Henchman looked briefly up, and made a crooked smile.

“I have to ask Villain something,” he answered, rising up, adding quickly in a low voice: “I don’t know what, but I’ll find out. Don’t get yourself killed.”

She gave him a quick thumbs up in answer. Her heart beating fast, she went down the stairs and pushed the basement door with a shaking hand.

Hero was here. Incredibly, they were tied up to a chair. She didn’t know they could do that. She’d always figured they’d snap out of it by shrugging their huge shoulders, or even breathing a little too loud. They didn’t move an inch under her gaze, staring ahead, sitting straight. Despite their bonds, they dominated the room just by being there. The rope clinging to their limbs might have well been cobwebs. The whole scene looked deeply unreal.

On top of that, Hero had a huge carmine ribbon around them, with a no less huge bow and the inscription “prisoner” sewn in large golden letters. Villain had really tried their hardest. They usually did. With a fond thought for her boss, Henchwoman steeled herself and crossed the threshold. Bracing herself, she crossed her arms.

“Let me say it, this is just cruel.”

Hero’s brow raised by one quarter of an inch in answer, so she explained:

“You don’t need to give Villain false hope. You could- you could probably destroy our lair without breaking a sweat, so why trick them? That’s not right.”

The expression on the prisoner’s face didn’t change. The more she talked, the more she was certain something was off. Hero was simply not the kind to play games. They used to toss Villain and their trusty team aside like a tiger putting away some rude kittens. They’d never needed or wanted to pull out tricks. Still, she kept on talking, because there was nothing else to do.

“Sure, they might not be the smartest…or the bravest…or the strongest, but they never give up, all right? Who could fall over a building twice and keep standing up? Who could escape from a prison for the thirtieth time and began all over again? They’re tough.”

A dry smile stretched Hero’s thin lips:

“I happen to agree with you.”

Surprised at the sound of their voice, she stepped back before the words registered.

“You…agree?”

They nodded. She whimpered:

“What is happening?”

“I want out.”

After a moment, they clarified:

“I want to retire for good.”

“But...you can’t do that! You’re famous. You’re good! You’re very, very good! So why?”

They looked aside, their mouth curled. At least their words resonated in the cold, lonely and desolated room:

“Yes, I’m famous. My name is on everybody’s lips. Every cat stuck, every petty robbery, every global threat, any Supervillain, any small fries like you, this is all on me. All the time. People die and my phone never stops buzzing. It probably does right now. This city is built on my shoulders. It’s never a good thing when a lot of people depend on one person. I want out.”

Henchwoman blinked, flabbergasted. This was the longest they’d ever heard them talk.

“Why are you here, then?”

“I need you to kill me.”

“Wait-”

They sighed and reformulated:

“To fake my death. Now, if you could get Villain here?”

*

“This is an outrage,” declared Villain, crossing their arms.

Hero, unimpressed as always, looked at the ceiling for a moment before answering:

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“No, I wanted a real glorious demise. This is stupid.”

“Exactly. I’ve come to the right place.”

Henchman, who saw Villain changing colors, leaped into the conversation:

“We can make it look like a dramatic demise, boss. No one will see the difference.”

“I will know it!”

“It’s better than nothing. We’re unable to kill them, boss. You have to accept that.”

“Of course we could,” scoffed Villain, looking at their feet. “Why not? With luck…”

Henchman patted their back:

“Let it go, boss.”

“That’s a symbolic killing, if you ask me,” declared Henchwoman. “They won’t be a hero anymore, who cares if they’re alive?”

“No one does,” assured Hero grimly.

Villain stayed silent at that. After a while, they pointed dramatically at Hero:

“All right. I agree to your request. But I run the show. I will make your fall spectacular and as humiliating as possible. With rockets. And horns. And you crying like a baby at my feet.”

“I just want it done. Hopefully that will make them think twice about hiring another like me.”

“Done. Now let’s get you out of that chair and-”

The end of the sentence ended in an unintelligible mutter as Hero stood up. Bits of rope fell all over the chair.

“I’d like to begin the soonest possible,” they said.

They crossed their arms behind their back. The inscription “Prisoner” glittered in the dimly lit room. Henchwoman coughed:

“Um, Hero...you have a little something on your chest.”

Hero lowered their eyes on the carmine ribbon and raised them again, undisturbed:

“That? I like the color.”

Villain puffed out their chest.

“Some things I do right”, they smugly declared.

*

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