#*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

[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.

[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.

[ohburgee]

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭

mafioso x player!reader

tw: yandere themes, violence, murder an: the reader is gender neutral :) this story is from a game in Roblox, Forsaken, i get down by the killers they are so looking fine and cool and this Mafioso (c00lkid's skins) damn. Also the last sentence gets spicy. Here is the part 2 Bunny Suit. summary: you are a player who got into a deal to play to survive in exchange for freedom... Money. so you got into debt and wanted to pay it by joining this game but when the game started when you got separated from your friend from the two henchman chasing you and when you try to survive you saw this man in a fedora hat chasing after you, you try to get away from that killer when it catches you and know that it was the man you having debt with, how is he going to deal with your debt.

The round had just begun. You and your teammates scattered across the map, each moving with cautious steps. You never expected to be chosen for this twisted game truthfully, you didn’t care for it. The only reason you kept coming back was the money.

Your friend, Bobby, had recommended it to you, insisting it was easy cash. Now, as you walked beside him, he nudged your side.

"Don't get separated like last time," he warned, pouting slightly.

You merely shrugged, keeping your focus on the environment. The game's objective was simple: hide, run, play, and most importantly survive. This was only your second time participating, but the generous payment kept luring you back. You needed it, especially with the debt you still hadn't paid off. The black-suited men who frequently visited your apartment were a constant reminder of that.

Your stomach twisted at the thought. This was the last time. One final payout and you’d be free from debt forever.

When both of you heard footsteps. Both you and Bobby froze before pressing yourselves against a nearby wall. Two men in black suits passed by, scanning the area carefully.

“What the hell…” Bobby muttered, his face paling. “What is it?” you whispered, confused by his reaction. Bobby swallowed hard. “That’s Mafioso’s henchmen” The name alone sent a chill down your spine.

“Who’s Mafioso?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “He’s one of the killers-no, scratch that. He’s the killer. He owns part of this game,” Bobby said gravely. “And he’s rich. He forces people who owe him money to play. If they don’t pay back their debt…” Bobby trailed off, his lips pressed into a firm line.

Your stomach sank as Bobby grabbed your wrist, pulling you both further away from the henchmen.

"What's something about him?" you asked as he watched the two guys carefully "He is dangerous" "How dangerous?" You ask and he sighs and looks at you "He hunts those people like an animal, he is like a predator hunting its prey" Bobby replied and that made you even more nervous and scared.

You think if this is your boss the one you have debt you probably die right now...

The two guys stopped looking as one of them picked up a phone and any second they nodded their heads and proceeded to look, "What are they looking for?" Bobby asked when one of them found you both and immediately ran towards you. Bobby drags you along. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, as the bullet went through the middle of both of you, your grip slipped from Bobby’s hand.

“Go! Stay alive for me!” he shouted as he veered off.

But something was wrong. The henchmen weren’t chasing Bobby. They were after you.

You zigzagged through corridors, ducking behind walls, desperately trying to break their line of sight. One of them nearly caught your arm, but you twisted your body, using their momentum against them, sending them tumbling to the ground. The second one lunged, but you delivered a sharp punch to his face, buying yourself time to flee.

Gasping, you hid behind a small barricade, pressing a hand to your racing heart as you watched them search for you in vain.

Why only you? And why didn’t they shoot immediately like other killers in this game?

..

"We lose them, boss," one of the henchmen said as Mafioso gripped his hand, he was standing through the window.

"Why is it so hard for you two to catch them," Mafioso said as he did facepalm "They quickly got away from us we even tried to get them but they fought back" the other henchmen replied.

Mafioso looked out the window as he sighed took his long coat and drank his last champagne.

You little Rabbit.

He was the boss you borrowed money from and now become your debt, he was asking you to pay it off but you keep telling him that you pay any soon.

When he starts to stalk you, every day when you go out of your house and buy some groceries and when you go to work in a diner.

He was fascinated by you, why? Because out of Mafioso's who borrow him are coward. But you. you intrigued him. Unlike the others who cowered in fear, you were different. Brave. Reckless. Stubborn. And completely unaware of the danger you were in.

He wanted someone like you fearless, it made him feel entertained, he started to imagine you on his hunting ground as he chased and hunted you, as you tried to fight him back and that kind of behavior is his favorite, a fighter one. He is a masochist.

He wanted you, to be his entertainment, his prey in his hunting, like a play toy to hunt but he is not just making his entrainment but also something in his other interest...

Most people who owed him money feared him like a god, trembling at the mere mention of his name. But you? You were the only one who still acted like he was just some man you could escape from.

How thrilling.

"Hunt and kill the other players, their mine to hunt" Mafioso ordered as the two henchmen followed Mafioso got inside the map and started looking for you.

He walked every corner of the wall as he kept his eyes looking at his surroundings, when he spotted someone running he started to run and followed the person.

When he got to see who's and saw you running, his face turn into a smile.

As you running you notice a man followed you, a man wearing a black fedora hat as you run inside the circle walls and saw player hiding as you quickly went to them.

When you both the player saw the man in the fedora hat looking at you both, his face looking serious and the stranger immediately grabbed your arm which made Mafioso angry, jealous and took out his sword and fastly slashed the stranger as they fell into the ground.

When you tried to find a way out Mafioso grabbed the player in the neck and broke it you looked scared and tried to run but Mafioso immediately threw you something a bunny thing and that made you fall on the ground.

Mafioso looked at your fragile self as you tried to get up but a foot stamp on your arm not harshly, you looked up and saw the man.

"Look this is a bit faster, the round is still long can you give me a chance?" you asked as Mafioso looked at you seriously.

"Chance? When I gave you twice chances to pay your debt" he kneeled down to you "Are you going to pay me now Little Rabbit?" Mafioso asks you and you look shocked as you realize this man is the boss you borrow money.

"Look I promised myself to pay you, that's why I'm here risking my life to pay you," you said and he looked bit amused and grabbed your arm, when you tried to get off a pair of shadow smoke tied your wrist.

"Mister Mafioso, what are you doing?" A voice came out from the walkie-talkie as Mafioso answered "How much money you invested in this game?" "Uhm in about $50,000" That's a lot of money, you mind speak.

"Let them get their price... In half"

WHAT!? WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?, what is he talking about? Why I'm getting prices suddenly the game still going. :0

"I'm taking this rabbit with me," Mafioso said as he put the walkie back in his coat pocket when he walked close to you, you immediately ran away but you stopped by a wall and you turned around as Mafioso slowly walked towards you.

"This is a mistake I was going to pay you but the money was used for emergency purposes," you said as you walked backward but you stopped when you reached the end.

Mafioso is now close to you, you start to feel scared as he notices your expression he smirks and chuckles.

He quickly grabbed you and carried you onto his back you looked confused and tried to kick him but he didn't mind, he was strong it could be seen in his body.

"You don't mind paying the other half.. Because you are the half of it," Mafioso said as he start walking through the exit of the map as his henchmen appeared.

"I can now imagine you in a bunny costume as you ran away from me," Mafioso said as he chuckled and you looked widened, scared as you screamed for Bobby.. ;)

credits to the fanart, here is the link to it if you want to check it :)

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[thescribblednovel]

Overstimulated Villain

Please give me credit if reposted! Thanks! 🙂

Villain’s POV

Everything was too much. Their heart pounded in their chest as a panicky feeling washed over them. Dodging the Hero’s fists swinging at them they made quick work and hit the Hero in the stomach. The Hero wheezed doubling over from the impact.

Their henchmen approached them from the sidelines “Sir, are you alright? Do you need to take a break? I have extra clothes if your uniform is too uncomfortable. I have your headphones. Do you need anything?”Henchmen was always looking out for Villain and they appreciated that, but sometimes henchmen gave Villain too many options and asked too many questions. “No! I’m fine! Leave me alone!” Villain snapped and turned their attention back towards Hero, who had pulled themself together and was looking at Villain like they were a puzzle. Villain didn’t know what to make of the look Hero was giving them, so they ignored it.

“Are we fighting or what Hero? Let's get this over with!” Their voice sounded sharp like the knives they used to take care of the people who were not to their liking.

Hero responded by shoving them into the brick wall of a building. The Hero held them there with their hands on the Villain’s shoulders, eyes studying them carefully. “Is something bothering you?” The Hero asked gently “I'm fine,” Villian whispered avoiding Hero’s eyes as they blinked back tears. Hero asked again “Is there something bothering you?” Hero took a minute and let Villan think about the question something they wished henchmen would do. “I can tell when you're lying.” Hero added, “Everything is too much.” They answered not enjoying how much emotion was in their voice. On the outside, they always made sure to seem controlled, but it was exhausting, and embarrassingly their mask always slipped.

“It's okay Villain you're overstimulated.” Hero soothed “The fight is over it's a tie!” Hero announced “What? Boss they are right there arrest them!” Sidekick argued, “I got this sidekick. Take the rest of the day off.” Hero said quickly dismissing Sidekick. “Can I have that supply bag henchman?” Hero asked their henchmen. Henchmen, the obedient little thing, did as they were asked. “Thanks, can henchmen be dismissed, Villain?” “Yes,” Villain said unsure. Henchmen scurried off and Hero began digging through Villain’s supply bag. Villain stared at Hero as they searched through the bag and retrieved their noise-canceling headphones. “Would these help?” Villain nodded in response. “Would you like to come to my place and cuddle like you did with me when I was overwhelmed?” The suggestion calmed the Villain slightly knowing how much they enjoyed cuddling Hero. “Yes, I want to cuddle,” Villain stated as Hero gave them their headphones with a grin.

Would you like Hero’s POV also? Should I do a part 2 of them cuddling? Or of the Villain helping Hero while they are overstimulated? Let me know! Thanks, for reading! 🙂

[bunbun-mochi]

Reyna - Queen of Onychinus

Sylus x MC (Fluff)

Warning: swearing, mentions of torture, use of weapons, non important character deaths

Word count: 1190, no proofreading

Preview: Sylus' bad luck always tends to follow him. This time it has caught up to him. He is now handcuffed and questioned by someone who thinks they deserve the crown for the N109 zone. His wife isn't his wife for just a title. When you hear he got into some trouble, you decide to save him this time.

A badass MC? Anyone?

Sylus never thought he would be in this situation.

He is tied up. On a chair. And the guy, who called himself Wayne, was pacing around the room and was babbling nonsense.

"Can you believe this?" He laughed. "I caught the leader of Onychinus!"

Sylus glared at him.

"You trying to scare me with your look? Look, other people might be scared of you, but I'm not." Wayne waved his fingers and several armed people surrounded Sylus.

Sylus knew he could get out of this situation. He might get hurt, but that's about it. However, the reason he hasn't done anything is because of her.

His wife hated when he comes home with wounds. She would have tears pricked on the side of her eyes as she bandaged her up. Sylus rather die than see his beloved wife cry for his sake. Everytime she's sad, he felt his heart breaks little by little.

"What? Don't have anything to say?" Wayne laughed. "Oh, how the tables had turned!"

Wayne once again, continues to pace around the room. "What should we do with you?" He pulled out a knife and walked closer to Sylus. "Should I cut off your tongue?" Wayne swings his knife around Sylus' face. "Or should I cut one of your ears off?"

Then Wayne's face lit up. "I heard your right eye is special. Should I gouge them out?" Wayne laughed.

"I suggest to you," Sylus finally started to speak. "To leave me unscathed."

Wayne blinked at Sylus and laughed again. "Is that your way to beg me to leave you alone?"

Sylus smirked, "No. But I am trying to save your ass from someone else."

Wayne scorned, "What? There's someone even you're scared of?"

"Yes."

Wayne immediately stopped smiling. "What."

"Have you seen the numbers on my henchman's hoods?"

"Yes. Those two bastards have 06 and 07 on their hood. How is this relevant to this." Wayne asked impatiently.

"It's their rank." Sylus sat straighter, wearing his signature smirk. "Want to guess what's mine?"

Wayne scoffed, "One."

"Wrong."

Wayne narrowed his eyes, waiting for Sylus to correct him.

"I'm two."

"What does that mean?"

"That means I'm only second in terms of leaderboard. Want me to explain in simpler terms?"

It means there is someone higher than Sylus. Someone that Sylus is serving. Wayne felt slightly paranoid. But he straightened his back and put on a brave face, "So what? I bet he isn't anything."

"She is a lot stronger than me. You better be careful."

"'She'," Wayne use air quotation marks with his fingers. "Won't know you're going to die tonight."

"Well, about that," Sylus playfully winced. "I'm supposed to be home about half an hour ago. She is expecting me."

As if answering Sylus, gunshot were fired and screams were heard.

"What is that?" Wayne whipped his head around, panicked.

"Oh," Sylus smiled. "She's here."

More screams were heared and severl more gunshot were fired. Then complete silence.

"Go! Find out what's going on!" Wayne pushed one of the armed man toward the door.

Before he could even reach the door, the door was knocked down.

Several man, including Wayne, screamed.

Sylus chuckled, "Sweetie, I was waiting for you."

A shadow emerged, a woman's voice echoed into the room, "I'm disappointed. How would you feel waking up with a cold bed?"

"I'm sorry, sweetie. As you can see, work did not work the way I wanted."

The shadow walked closer to the light, revealing a... woman. A woman who is a lot shorter than Sylus.

Wayne blinked in confusion. A woman is the boss... of Sylus? She looks so weak. A single flick could knock her dead.

The woman clicked her tongue, "You better snuggle me once we get home."

"Yes, dear."

Sweetie? Dear? Snuggle? What are they? Married?

Wayne felt anger swelling and shouted, "Is this a type of joke? Who the fuck are you?"

The woman glared down at Wayne, making Wayne shiver, "I'm talking to my husband. Shut the fuck up."

She's just a woman. A single punch and she'll die. Wayne thought, building courage. He held the knife in his hand tightly and ran toward the woman.

Then in a blink of an eye, Wayne saw a blur and then absolute blackness.

I paced around our shared bedroom. Walked back and forth. Watching out the window trying to catch a single glimpse of Sylus' motorcycle.

It had been nearly 30 minutes. He should've been home by now. Anxiety had gotten the better of me.

Is he in trouble? Could he be hurt?

I quickly grabbed my phone. Sylus has a tracker on him that tells me where he is at all times. I checked his location, grabbed my jacket and motorcycle keys, and ran out the front door.

Where he is at wasn't far. I parked at the side, and walked toward the front door.

And that's when I realized.

I should've come with weapons.

Too late.

I opened the front door and I heard yelling.

Yea, I should've come with weapons.

Too late now. I immediately went into action. I didn't work in the Hunters Association for nothing!

Those men are so much weaker than wanders. I grabbed the nearest person, disarmed him and grabbed his weapon and I started firing.

Yelling, screaming, and gunshot ringed in my ears. As soon as I run out of bullet in one gun, I just grabbed another one from fallen bodies.

I checked my phone again to see where Sylus located in this specific building. He's higher up. I jumped from railing to railing as gunshot were firing at me.

I jumped from another railing, and in midair I fired a few more shots and the building became quiet.

Phew, that was close.

Then i heared a muffled yell, "Go, find out what's going on."

Sylus must be in there. I thought as I kicked as hard as I can, knocking the door down. Screams were heard in the room.

The room was a lot lighter than the stairway. And my poor husband is tied to a chair at the center of the room.

When Wayne came at you with the knife, I just side kicked against his head, completely knocking him out cold.

Sylus looked over at me, slightly shocked. The armed people around Sylus slowly backed away as they saw their leader knocked out cold by a woman.

I walked over to Sylus and unbound the cuff around his wrists. "You should call Luke and Kieran over with a car. I'm very tired."

Sylus chuckled, "Yes, dear. I will do that immediately. But first," Sylus massaged his sore wrists. "We should deal with them."

I clicked your tongue.

Shot guns and screams were heard from the room. Then complete silence. A pair of shadow jumped out the window and landed onto the ground. Then in a few seconds, the building blew up.

"I'm going back to sleep," I yawned.

Sylus was carrying me in his arms, "Go sleep. I'll tuck you in bed once we get home."

"Mmhmm, and?"

"I will cuddle and snuggle with you."

I smiled and hummed in satisfaction.

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[maybeitsalivescribbles]

“Pockets,” spitted Designer, shaking their head, sipping their tea. “They want pockets now.”

Villain nodded encouragingly. Around them, the guards were trying really hard not to be confused. Not that they would have been remarked in any way by the Villain’s distinguished host. The price tag on their clothes didn’t quite cut it.

“In my time,” complained the guest, “Heroes knew about style. About boldness. About audacity. They wore colors, not this dark edgy subpar armor material. They wore tights, exposing proudly to the world their-”

“Yes yes, thank you-”

“- their self-confidence and desire to save the world!”

“Oh.”

“Now, what have they become? A pathetic hunch yelling after “Kevlar” and “camouflage” and "oh Designer, I just want to be protected by my suit”. Now, you Villains have still elegance. You may wear black, but at least you still have the cape and the spikes and the gadgets.”

“That’s true. Sometimes I like a bit of purple thrown in, mind you.”

“Exactly! The color of the royalty.”

“And your offer is ?”

“I can work for you. I know all about the heroes suit, their size, their powers, their-”

“Their real names?”

“Oh, I don’t remember that,” huffed the Designer, in a tone of voice suggesting that they never registered that kind of data before.

Villain shrugged:

“Well, you have the right state of mid in any case. Welcome at board. Someone shows them their quarters.”

Designer bowed their head politely and followed the guard who waited for them. Villain finished their tea when a henchman whispered:

“Boss…”

“Yes?”

“Do we really have to have them?”

“Yes.”

“I mean...are we really going to dress like they do?”

Villain sighed and drank their tea in a gulp, shuddering.

“Great causes require sacrifices.”

*

Back to the Hero x Villain Masterlist

[lilhiroo]

Expanded on my Oppy design cause he is (unfortunately) my favorite voice

Design notes and general (spoilery) rambles about him below

x points his face downward, maybe even hunch at times, as he's trying to appear small and non-theatening to whoever is in charge. 

x always smiling, eyes closed, to seem as relaxed and approacheable as possible.

x upper back wings never open. They shield the majority of his back, and hide scars of previous betrayal. Lower back wings however he uses as he pleases 

x tail tuft for parallels with Witch

Complete henchman vibes

I've only been in this fandom for like a month or so but I can already see the general fanon of his is like some sadistic backstabber who is methodically planning everyone's downfall which I like... Heavily disagree with. All the voices aren't inherently good or bad, all can help or harm. With Oppy though, since a lot of themes with him involve betrayal and power, it's easy to paint him in more black and white views. In reality though he is extremely in the gray. 

He operates like this- side with whoever has the most power, take any advantages presented, (it's in his name, Opportunist) even if it means betraying someone whom you never even planned to betray. You have learned it's Everyman for himself, because you have been taken advantaged of yourself. You'll build and/or burn any bridge if it means you are safe and in control. It's a fear and survival based system which has some interesting parallels with Paranoid. Paranoid however is irrational and tries to predict situations while Oppy makes decisions/predictions in the midst of what he already knows about a situation. Both can be right or wrong!

Honestly I think he's like one of those experienced but mischievous henchman who's constantly trying to advise their lord on what advantage to take. But in situations like PatD, where the seat of power is suddenly vacant, they just fuck around and experiment with the power available, being an absolute shithead cause, hey! The opportunity presented itself! He doesnt care if it's "right" or "wrong" to take it. Once your back tho it's like "oh hey boss!! I wasn't doing anything :3". Guilty wet dog /affectionate

One last interesting thing is how the chapter 2 he spawns in is mainly one that is achieved by the narrator forcing your hand (and shifty if you already did damsel route). By that point you have committed to rescuing the princess, only then for the narrator to turn on you and force his will. Whether or not you wanted to betray the princess, she perceives your own lack of will in resisting as a betrayal, and thus she turns on you as well so she can survive. Oppy will suck up to the narrator at times cause even if he betrayed you, both you and him are now aware of the power narrator holds. and Oppy knows what the witch will do because he feels and thinks the same as she does. 

Anyway autism ramble over aUagahaehah I have so many damn thoughts and feelings about Oppy. He's not evil, just a pathetic ass henchman. I need to hit him with a rolled up newspaper /silly