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[orriculum]

This is def the dumbest way to advertise my monster office romance novels and yet I will continue to do it

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[polarisbibliotheque]

Vergil with his s/o using Yamato in a fight

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: Vergil had been training you on the art of yielding the power of Yamato. When one of his jobs alongside Dante and Nero went wrong, it was up to you to save the Sparda's - even if you weren't totally ready for it.

Author's notes: I just marathoned The Matrix and watched the 4th movie and, well... How can I put it into words... All the feelings I have were summed up by Trinity in the 4th movie and I am SCREAMING at how amazing she is and how much the power of love™️ is the thing that saves these two in ALL the movies (and everyone seemed to have missed the point that yeah, the movies are about a bunch of phylosophical things, but also love. My kind of story). So, here we are with Vergil, his ass-kicking s/o and the power of love™️ :D

*TRIGGER WARNING*: Vergil has a panic attack during one paragraph. It describes the feeling and I'm gonna keep it in purple in case you want to jump that part!

Vergil couldn’t precisely say when things got out of control.

He was effortlessly slaughtering another powerful demon when, suddenly, Nero appeared. He got used to fighting alongside Dante – it was something Vergil didn’t think he could enjoy but, secretly, he found it was better than doing things alone. But Nero…?

He wanted him out of the way.

The boy thought it was because his father didn’t like him – but Vergil knew that wasn’t true. With Nero around, he had a disadvantage. He got worried. It threw him off his focus – and that, for Vergil, could be lethal.

Of course, he was too proud to explain that to his own son. It was better if Nero believed he didn’t like him – that way, the kid would have a good reason to stay away. It weighted in Vergil’s heart, but he was already used to dealing with that kind of weight.

“Nero! Get out of here!” He didn’t want to be the kind of father who would always scold his son, but there he was.

“Why, huh? You’re that annoyed to have me around, ol’ man?” Nero had one of his sarcastic smiles plastered on his lips, already fed up with all that avoidance from his own father whenever they were hunting. “Guess what? No way to get rid of me now!”

“Of course. As foolish as your uncle.” Vergil muttered while using one of Yamato’s attacks to sever through multiple enemies, sparing both him and Nero.

That only made Nero angrier.

“Ei! This is between you two!” Dante hit another demon as if he was using a baseball bat, sending the creature flying in the skies never to be seen again. “Don’t drag me into this; you’re the one who needs to learn to deal with people!”

“Both of you need it!” Nero exploded in rage, using his anger to sucker punch a demon right in the face before it could even think about attacking them. “You two have issues, ya know?!”

“Ei, kiddo, I’ve been around longer than ‘Mr. Power’ here.” Dante didn’t even look at the demons, resting his sword on his shoulder and just shooting at the ones who dared to approach too much.

“It didn’t do you too good.” Vergil rolled his eyes, keeping demons at bay with long distance cuts from Yamato.

Nero laughed, agreeing with his dad. Something inside him wanted to kick himself for being nice to Vergil – but, as soon as he saw a slight smile on his father’s lips, Nero thought maybe his reaction wasn’t that bad.

“See?! It’s so much easier if we get along, you ass!” Yes, he wanted to sucker punch Vergil. And Dante. And whatever approached him at the moment.

Nico mentioned he might have anger management issues – and honestly, Nero just disagreed because it was Nico. But she probably was right.

“You need to learn to listen…”

Vergil stopped everything he was doing to stare at Nero – and he would drag the kid out of there if he needed to, but it was too late. The demon who sent all his minions to do its bidding appeared – crowned in the helmet of an Angelo Commander. One of the creatures who used to hold the ones like Vergil on a leash back when he fell on Hell.

“A son…?” The demon’s voice reverberated through the ground, making Vergil’s blood boil. It was the first time Nero saw such rage in his father’s cold eyes. “He will make a good addition to my army.”

“You will only try.” It was the last thing Vergil muttered before disappearing in a blur right in front of Nero and Dante. They exchanged looks while searching for the blue demon – but Vergil was already unleashing all his rage on the Angelo.

Dante immediately triggered to fly into battle. He could see how emotional Vergil was – and that was never good. Vergil losing his temper could only mean two things: either he would bring the whole city down in his rage or he wouldn’t be focused enough, falling right after that big burst of energy.

Dante considered both a disaster – he had to do his best to bring Vergil back to his cold and calculating state.

Nero jumped into battle right after his uncle – he didn’t need to be protected; he could do it himself. They were very aware Nero was stronger than both of those fools together and now they treated him like a child? He didn’t want to admit it was an instinct from both of them to protect family – after all, what did Nero and Vergil know about paternal instincts? – so he settled with them being dumb and belittling Nero’s power.

It was the most logical explanation after all.

That was why you couldn’t believe your eyes as you approached the fight. You were helping Trish and Lady with other demons, but, after finishing your job, you decided to check on them with the big guys. And that’s when you found Dante being held down by a bunch of demons, Vergil struggling against a good batch and the Angelo Commander trying to assimilate Nero as the boy fought viciously to survive.

It was when Nero heard his father being hit by a demon that his focus shifted. With that, the Angelo Commander managed to grab his opponent – Nero struggling as much as he could. Vergil screamed something no one could understand, because at that very moment, a swarm of demons launched themselves at him, knocking Yamato out of his hands.

That never happened before.

Nero watched in disbelief as his father was brought to his knees right in front of him – Vergil lost his beloved Yamato for trying to protect him. It downed on Nero that, after all, it was an instinct.

His dad was trying to save him.

“I waited long enough to have you in my ranks once more, son of Sparda.” The Angelo approached with big steps as Vergil kept being held on his knees, trying to make himself free. Dante screamed something, but with all the demons holding him face down on the ground, it was impossible to understand – he was trying, though, to reach his sword and save his brother and nephew.

Nero couldn’t understand what was going on. What did he mean by “once more”? No one ever told him what happened to Vergil. Did that mean his father was made into one of those mindless demons and managed to break himself free? Nero wasn’t aware of that but… Well. It was something to be respected. He couldn’t let Vergil fall again.

Specially not because of him.

“Hey, you ass, you already got me! Forgot it already?!” He tried to get the Angelo Commander’s attention, but it was to no use. The demon already summoned an Angelo helmet, ready to assimilate Vergil into his army.

Those silvery eyes were never as scared and angry as they were at that moment. Vergil had all his memories of his first “coronation” coming back like a punch on his stomach – he thought he would be sick. He couldn’t breathe. He wanted to break away, but his body was trembling, and he wasn’t able to fight. Vergil couldn’t feel his fingertips, nor his legs, and it looked like the world was slowly crumbling apart around him. His heart raced and it seemed like he would die – as if there wasn’t enough air in the world to help him fill his lungs. His eyes overflowed with anger and fear – and Nero was speechless.

He had never seen Vergil having a panic attack before. He thought Vergil wasn’t able to feel all that.

“Welcome back… Nelo Angelo.”

Dante and Nero struggled once more, screaming while trying to break themselves free. They had to save Vergil. They had to do something.

And, as the helmet was inches away from Vergil’s head, the Yamato stopped it from touching him.

“Round four, bitch.” You had a cocky smile on your lips, holding the blue and white hilt of the katana with pride, piercing through that hellish helmet, and breaking it in half.

“Y/n?!” Nero couldn’t believe his eyes. With a swift movement, you made the Angelo stumble back, the helmet breaking into a thousand little pieces. Vergil looked up at you with relief mixing with the despair in his rapid beating heart – if he didn’t know better, he would say you were an angel.

“You are not… The blood of Sparda.” The Angelo was honestly confused as you yielded Yamato to swiftly kill a bunch of demons in a matter of seconds, making his way towards him.

Focused. Powerful. Staring at your prey. Just like the Dark Slayer.

“No. But I do have the heart of one of them.” You raised your head with pride, getting into position with Yamato right by the side of your face. “And that is enough to yield his power.”

Running towards your enemy, the Angelo Commander did the same, finally letting Nero go. It wouldn’t be easy, of course: he was immediately surrounded by a swarm of bloodthirsty demons – Nero did his best to kill them as fast as he could to help you.

He thought you wouldn’t be able to tackle a demon that powerful – you were human, after all. You could get seriously hurt. And, even if Nero didn’t want to admit it, he couldn’t allow you to get hurt because of their foolishness.

You had been training, though. Night after night, you and Vergil got together so he could teach you how to use the Yamato. You weren’t ready to yield its whole power, but you knew a thing or two. And, if it meant saving Vergil from that doomed Angelo fate, you would do everything in your power.

The demon didn’t even know what happened. You hit it with a powerful combo, making it take a few steps back. You took your time to think and stare at the demon, figuring out your next move. It tried to hit you with its sword, but you managed to dodge every blow, not taking a single hit – if you did, you’d probably be dead, though. Sheathing the Yamato, you took it as an opportunity to block a few blows, using your own energy to help you.

Yielding the Yamato demanded a lot. You studied enough occultism to be powerful on arcane arts, but you had never seen anything like that before. You were always astounded by Vergil’s seemingly effortless use of his power – both his arcane and martial abilities at the same time – making it seem like it was the easiest thing in the world. You would be drained after that fight, but you wouldn’t allow any of them to fall.

“How…? How can a human…?” The Angelo was as astounded as Dante, Nero and Vergil watching you, the three of them trying to set themselves free from the ever-growing population of demons used to hold them down.

“Love. That’s how.” Those were the only words you would say, unsheathing the Yamato so quickly all the Angelo could see were the rapid slashes of a void cut engulfing it. Stepping as quickly as Vergil had taught you, the next combo used both the blade and the sheath to stun the demon – who fell to its knees.

“You… Cannot win.” The Angelo panted as you approached slowly, the same look of the Dark Slayer in your eyes. The demon could see it – and fear it. “You will all die.”

Taking a look around, you understood what it meant. His minions wouldn’t stop breaking down the Spardas and you, a mere human, could kill an Angelo Commander – but could you kill all those demons as well, before one of the Sparda’s fell?

Vergil could. But, in all your training sessions, you never managed to pull that off. He tried to train you, to teach you to hone your power, to focus and bring nothing but death to those pitiful demons around, but it was to no avail. You always ended up exhausted, never able to finish the attack.

You raised your head, taking a deep breath. Sheathing the Yamato, you tried to remember everything Vergil had ever taught you. It was time to calm down, to focus. Closing your eyes, you lowered in your legs, getting into the posture Vergil had corrected a thousand times.

Dante immediately realized what you wanted to do – and it could be your victory or your demise. You were human. Even if you had honed your skills up to that point, a judgement cut of that scale would probably kill you. Dante tried to reach to his sword in a desperate attempt to help you – his fingers brushing on the hilt, but never enough to grab it and break free from that mess.

Nero screamed your name, but you only ignored it. He tried to shoot his way to get to you, losing his Red Queen and Blue Rose in the process. Nero kept calling you, now trying to punch his way through those damn demons – but they were too much. He would never get to you in time.

Opening your eyes once more, the Angelo Commander could see in you the same determination he saw in Vergil himself before he fell on Hell. Holding tightly onto Yamato’s hilt, everyone felt as if a storm was approaching. Time seemed to bend, everything around being engulfed in a dark blue aura.

That was it. You always failed at that point. Risking a look to your lover by the Angelo’s side, you met Vergil’s silvery eyes – now filled with something so different than the motivation you were all so used to.

Vergil looked at you with a mix of hope, love and respect.

And that was all you needed – for the Dark Slayer only respected the power of a few beings in this world. And you were one of them.

“Yamato… Slay all.” You whispered to yourself, letting all that power be released.

You moved faster than the eyes could see. None of the Sparda’s, none of the demons and not even the Angelo Commander could watch your form as you killed every single damned soul that tried to take away your family. It was only when you appeared once more, your back facing the Angelo Commander as you kneeled on the floor and slowly sheathed the Yamato, that they understood what happened.

“How…?!” The Angelo Commander tried to ask again, but the blade was finally covered on its hilt. And, when it did, every demon gushed blood and fell on the floor – lifeless in their doomed existences.

You managed to get up and take a look around only to see Nero running towards you as Dante got himself away from the pile of demons it took to hold him down. As you tried to turn around to find your lover, you felt your world spinning violently while your legs simply couldn’t take your weight anymore, giving out as soon as you tried to move again.

Before you could hit the floor, though, Vergil managed to catch you. Your hands never left Yamato, holding tightly to their family heirloom.

On Vergil’s eyes, you could see nothing but pride.

“Y/n! Are you crazy, huh?! You could’ve died!” Nero quickly approached, almost breathless, as if he was competing with Dante who would arrive faster.

“Y/n might be dyin’ at this point. Verge?” Dante nudged his brother, who ran his fingers on your face, proudly watching you.

“Drained, not dying.” Vergil noted, raising your limp body from the ground on his arms. “It is normal after a perfect judgment cut.”

Dante and Nero just exchanged looks. Did it mean Vergil, when he first learnt it, spent his time trying to recover himself all alone, tossed on the ground until his body had enough strength to bring him to his feet again…?

They rather not think too much about that.

“We should see Kyrie. She’ll know what to do.” Nero concluded, a little less exasperated.

“Yeah. You call Nico to grab us here, kid?” And Dante decided to take the lead for a while. It seemed like Vergil’s attention would be all yours for a while.

“Well, we need to find a phone in this hellhole.” Nero sighed as they started walking towards what was left of civilization in that town, being slowly followed by Vergil’s silent steps.

As you were left alone, Vergil looked into your eyes – a faint, proud smile hidden in his lips.

“Love…?” It was the only thing he would ask, for he knew you would understand.

The Dark Slayer never thought love would be the source of your power – he could have never imagined it was what you needed to tap into to pull that off. But it was exactly what he saw in your eyes before you commanded Yamato to slay all.

“Love.” You agreed with a calm smile coloring your lips, as you closed your eyes to allow yourself to rest. “Sometimes… It’s more powerful than rage.”

No one was paying enough attention to see Vergil smiling at those words. You were right, indeed – love was more powerful than rage.

And now, he knew.

[katnissdoesnotfollowback]

Pajama Day

A bit of frivolous Tuesday morning fun on this dreary day for my darling friend and editor, buttercupbadass. Hehehe. Rated T for shenanigans and innuendo. And also for Finnick and Johanna.

***

With a quiet curse, Peeta stuffs his clothes back in the drawer and slams it shut. It’s pajama day at work. This is meant to be fun, and he’s about ready to tear out his hair because he forgot. Finnick’s text this morning, the rather cryptic and vaguely ominous Gird your loins! I’m rockin’ my jammies! 😁 reminded Peeta.

Followed by a final round of heckling: Don’t you dare wimp out on me.

Maybe that was Finnick begging. Either way, Peeta reluctantly dug up his favorite sleep pants — a soft blue flannel with fat, fluffy sheep numbered and jumping over croissants set up like fences. Why? Who cares. He thought they were funny and bought them right before graduating college. But now he can’t find the top.

He didn’t sleep well last night. He hasn’t slept well in several nights. With a sigh, he grabs a stray long sleeve tee that might work with the colors and drags his tired and stressed out ass into the bathroom to brush his teeth and change.

Once he’s ready, he checks his phone to see if he’s missed any calls or texts, his face heating with humiliation when there are none. Still.

He needs to stop obsessively checking. He wishes she’d at least tell him what he did wrong. Why they flipped from searingly hot to silently frigid so damn fast. He wishes it didn’t feel like someone shoved broken shards of glass into his chest and left them to fester. But he’d thought… it doesn’t matter anymore what he thought.

“It’s only been a few days, Mellark,” he grumbles at himself, grabs his keys, his coffee in his bright orange tumbler, tucks his phone in his bag, and leaves his apartment.

***

The office is abuzz with laughter and cheerful chatter, and Katniss is grateful for the calming presence of Annie, their HR rep, standing beside her by the coffee station as they sip their morning fortifying brew. Of course, Annie somehow manages to look stunning, even in sleep wear while Katniss absently tugs at the hem of the cozy shirt she’s wearing, surreptitiously glancing down to make sure the t-shirt she’s wearing under the overlay large sleep shirt adequately covers her. No cleavage still, thankfully. It’s still long enough to cover her butt and make the leggings she’s wearing somewhat professional looking, but she keeps freaking out, thinking it must’ve shrunk in the past five minutes since she last checked.

“Ugh, this is a nightmare,” Annie mutters and Katniss peels a stray hair from where it sticks to the flannel of her shirt and tosses it in the trash can. “I’m going to be handling so many sexual harassment claims later.”

“Then why’d you agree to it?”

“Paylor made a convincing case,” Annie whines slightly. “And besides, I wanted an excuse to wear my slippers rather than heels.”

Katniss snorts and they toast to that with their coffees. “It’d help if Johanna hadn’t shown up like…” Katniss trails off, blushing and unable to finish her sentence.

“In nothing but a robe tied loose enough she can accurately claim ‘Tits out work day?’” Annie snarks and shakes her head. “I think her goal was to get me to send her home for the day.”

Katniss laughs slightly. Little did Johanna know, Annie came prepared with a bag stuffed full of accouterments to turn any highly inappropriate ensembles into something more conducive to fostering the fun atmosphere their bosses intended to create with this shenanigan.

A commotion near the xerox grabs their attention and Katniss scowls as, through the glass wall enclosing the break room, she spots the unmistakable copper hair of Finnick Odair floating along between a sudden swarm of people greeting him.

“Now what did Finnick do?” Katniss asks and Annie sighs.

“I’m almost afraid to find out.”

They don’t have to wait long. The sea of raging humanity parts, allowing Finnick into the break room and he grins at the pair. Annie chokes on her coffee and Katniss feels her jaw hitting the floor.

“Ladies,” Finnick drawls with the smirk of someone who knows he’s caused a ruckus. He struts into the room, wedging himself between them to get to the coffee. Katniss tears her eyes away from the sight of him, his Caribbean blue, satin pajama pants that cling to his body in an indecent manner and his chest…

“Finnick, shouldn’t you be wearing a shirt, maybe?” Katniss manages to strangle out because Annie still hasn’t said a word. 

“Why? Do you find this…. Distracting?”

Finnick strikes a provocative pose and Katniss tries not to die of laughter on the spot. 

“I’m only human, Odair.” 

He grins at her and Katniss bites the inside of her cheek, feeling lighter than she has in days. Joking around with Finnick has that effect on her, and Katniss is grateful for it after how rough the past few days have been. Ever since… well.

But Annie still hasn’t said a word. Darting her eyes over, Katniss finds her friend seething, gripping her coffee cup with murder in her eyes.

“Is this because I made you sit through that meeting about the issue?”

“Are you suggesting that I would flaunt this physique as revenge?”

“Yes, I am. And if you are, it’s highly unprofessional and just goes to prove I was right.” Annie fumbles in her bag then shoves a shirt into his hands. “Put on a damn shirt, Finnick.”

She stalks out of the room and Finnick sighs, but he quickly pulls on the shirt. Then he gives Katniss a weak grin and heads towards his own desk.

“What was that about?” Katniss asks the room, bewildered.

“She made him sit down with a neutral party HR rep from a sister branch,” Peeta says beside her and Katniss jumps, her cheeks heating as he apologizes and she moves slightly so he can get to the creamer he prefers after refilling his travel mug.

“Why?” Katniss manages to ask around the sudden lump in her throat.

Peeta gives her an odd look before saying quietly, “Because it’s company policy to have a conference with an HR rep if you engage in an interoffice relationship.”

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

Katniss slides further away from the coffee machine as Wiress wanders in, humming to herself as she fills her mug. Peeta moves aside with her, still screwing the lid onto his mug.

“Thought you were gonna wear that onesie Prim gave you for your birthday.”

“The duck tail thing… made my ass look big,” she mutters and swishes her coffee in her mug, watching the tiny whirlpool settle when she stops.

“Ah,” Peeta says quietly. It annoys her, his nonchalance. Shouldn’t he… say something? After Friday she thought he’d be breaking down her door for answers or something.

Her eyes wander over the floor towards him and widen as she sees the pants he’s wearing. Her gaze jumps up to his face and she finds him staring at her already, only unlike the first few months they worked together, he doesn’t look away.

“I thought you weren’t gonna dress up at all? Didn’t feel like it, you said.”

Peeta shrugs. “Finnick begged.”

“Oh. Right.”

“And then I wasn’t going to because all I had clean were these and I remembered we… well, I couldn’t find the top,” he says. Then he reaches towards her and her breath catches in her throat as he plucks at the collar of the shirt she’s wearing. “Found it.”

Katniss bites her lip, all the words welling up inside her as she can’t look away and all her fears suddenly seem sillier than his goofy pajama top she stole the first night she stayed over at his place and they… well. She swallows and grips tight to her mug.

“We should go talk to Annie today,” she finally says.

“You think?” Annie says from the doorway. Katniss and Peeta jump apart, like school children caught being naughty. Behind her, Finnick is gleefully dancing in his pajamas, the top Annie forced on him unbuttoned and flapping as he moves.

[britcision]

Some day someone’s gonna call me out on some random bit of DC lore and I’m gonna tell them I never watched Danny Phantom either to see their head explode

I am here purely for Vibes and these vibes are Delicious Quality Content

[rulerofsilence]

My favorite thing in the iron!dad & spidy!son fandom is that we all agree Pepper Potts is the scariest avenger and should never be messed with

[iwasbored777]

Everybody who says ML is cringy is gangsta until they have to watch every TAWOG scene that includes Gumball and Hot Dog Guy especially this one remember when they-

[liones-s]

view from the reading nook, Hart House, University of Toronto

[generallyconfusedbyshinythings]

Holy FUCKING ARMS!! 🥵🥵

[salome-c]

Oscar Isaac in Scenes from a Marriage (2021) (x)

Taglist: @fisforfulcrum

[paintedkinzy-88]

Okay but dragon noot stealing ccino Mayne a bit after somewhat figuring our how to shift forms.... and noot recently got a coffee.... and got the Urge to take. Like 5 minutes after serving nightmare coffee, there's a long ass dragon in the store and it picked ccino up by the back of his shirt. Now he's in between a lot of forelegs and he thinks that's a purr???

Dream checks up since no one can find nightmare and he's not answering his phone.... only to find nightmare in Cafe covered in cats. And ccino terrified in his paws.

I wonder if since the twins have artificial bodies ..... that messed with how likely it was to shift to dragon? And now that they will have shifted, would it be more common for them to not have good control and flip flop between forms.... could be amusing to make any large flare of instinct push them to dragon.... like you can see dream looking more and more draconic while staring at some blankets or pillows. Or Nightmare getting worried about suspicious sounds of furniture breaking (Probably killer) and looking close to half form

Ccino’s sitting there in his arms absolutely convinced he’s going to be a post nap snack, and all his cats are just gonna sit there and cuddle and do nothing about it. Meanwhile Nightmare’s basically loafing and just thriving with new hoard (and kitties), soaking up Ccino’s panic like a sponge.

Ooooooo that’s a really good point! They’re definitely gonna be a little all over the place for a while when it comes to controlling their shifts. I can definitely see it being way too easy for them to go back and forth once they’ve shifted a few times themselves.

Though quite honestly, they have been showing draconic characteristics all their lives, it’s just that no one noticed it. Mostly just sudden appearance of fangs or claws with some flare of emotion, or any time they’ve growled or Dream rolling around and stretching out in his blankets. Little stuff they just kinda thought was normal, or didn’t notice all together.

[reigncorps]

what if…… chief kya

[a-mongooose]

this silly little show and its fandom broke into my house and beat me with a 2 by 4 till i drew these oops  so uh yeah shoutout to the series that got me to meet my bf 3 years ago ~to the month finally getting it’s well deserved second season that had literally no reason to be absolutely fantastic and amazing but was anyways~~ hyperfixation is truly going brrr rn so expect a lot more of these 3 silly little guys and friends

[becca-e-barnes]

stucky would rail you like owen gray and small hands change my mind

I’m not even gonna try to change your mind bc that’s literally what I imagine stucky are like, particularly ps!stucky 🤤

And I was watching an Owen Grey and Small Hands video during my selfcare Sunday and it gave me such a thought

Like you’re laid on your back with Bucky gripping your hips and railing you. It feels so good you’re finding it hard to surrender control because he’s just not giving you enough and you want to wrap your legs around his waist and pull him deeper

So he pushes your legs up, forcing you to hold still and Steve grabs them by the ankles, giving bucky a chance to fuck you how he wants to without you struggling against him. Bucky’s mumbling “shit, that’s it baby, just fucking take it. Take what I give you and thank me for it.”

But as soon as you open your mouth to thank him, Steve’s found a way to fill it, his balls right by your mouth as he jerks himself off. He’s grunting and moaning and it only gets louder when you gently suck on his balls, giving them plenty of attention.

“Got a slutty fuckin’ mouth on you, don’t ya? Just made to be stuffed full of dick. Take it so well.” Bucky can only smirk at the filth pouring from Steve’s plump lips, fucking you faster because it’s even hotter when your moans are muffled like that

[world-of-fire-and-flight]

Visitation Rights

A/N: I saw this prompt and my mind instantly… well you’ll see😆Anyway, thank you to @nuttynutcycle for this prompt — this probably went in an entirely different direction than any one of us thought it would (if y’all are looking for something amazing and kinda dark for the same prompt, check out @yourheartonfire's prompt fill), but that's why I love writing prompts - you never know what you'll get!

Prompt is in blue font! | Warnings: minor violence, (verbal) fighting, Villain’s heart melting/wholesome fluff, language, about 2.5k words…. I didn’t mean for it to be this long….

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Villain straightened and took a half step back to admire his work. The sunlight glistened over the lake outside, his own little slice of paradise, and warmly streamed in through the unobstructed window, pooling right on the fluffy white cushion. It was utterly perfect.

Crouching down he packed up his tools, sliding the drill bit back into its place amongst the others in the hard case. Pencil, measuring tape, level, and —

Villain reeled back, jumping to his feet. Adrenaline coursed through his blood as his eyes landed on the source of movement he’d scene in his peripheral vision. Spotting the jet-black cat circling around the top of the newly mounted window seat, Villain’s muscles loosened.

Tsking, Villain wagged his finger at the unblinking creature. “Vengeance, what have I told you about sneaking up on me like that?”

Purring slightly, the cat answered with a wide-eyed, affectionate tilt of her head, pausing in her ritual of settling into her seat as Villain had previously seen her do. Who knew he’d be a cat person? Who knew that ruthless, destructive, utterly evil Villain would take pity on a sopping wet cat with fear in her eyes, roaming the city streets just miles away from here?

Certainly not Villain.

Sighing, Villain gestured to the window seat, though more specifically the view outside the window as Vengeance turned her back to the room and laid down in the patch of sunlight streaming in through the window. Villain’s heart melted at the sight.

So small. So precious.

It was utterly devious — not to mention embarrassing — how such a tiny creature had managed to waltz her way right into his heart. And it’d only been a few hours! Not days, not weeks, but hours! And already he’d been convinced to install a permanent fixture in the middle of his picturesque living room all for one little black cat with a sob story.

Pathetic.

There was no other word for what had happened to him and his villainous integrity in the last few hours once he’d managed to get the poor thing washed and dried…

And then he’d had to bandage himself up. Big cats might like water, other cats might like water, but this cat certainly did not.

But once Vengeance was dry and had began to calm down…

She’d started to mewl. And then she’d started to weave between his legs, pawing at his ankles as she looked up at him, staring straight into his soul.

And that’s how he’d sent six henchmen out to find cat treats and toys and this window seat before dismissing everyone for the day and retreating to his lake house for… well he didn’t have to figure everything out this afternoon. He could make adjustments to his schedule to accommodate Ven as soon as he knew how much work a cat could be.

Leaving his tools to be put away later, he bent over so his face was level with Ven’s and scratched behind her ears as they watched out the window together. She immediately began purring and leaning into the touch, and Villain swore, nothing could ever make him happier. People, even other animals, tended to flinch away from him. Though he supposed the mask and cape and his reputation did that. Even his own henchmen, people he’d known for years, had grown weary and antsy around him. But Vengeance didn’t seem to mind him one bit.

Still, it didn’t stop the scratch marks she’d given him while trying to clean her up sting any less.

“Isn't it beautiful?” The villain gestured to the view below. “Your own window. See, when you're good you get treats.”

Not that he’d actually denied her a treat when the henchmen had come back to their warehouse lair loaded down with bags from the pet store. It was the only way she’d get in the cat carrier.

The cat only purred louder, resting her head against the cushion and turning onto her back, exposing her stomach. The ultimate symbol of trust.

“I think we’ll get along just fine, don’t you, Ven?” Villain smiled, indulging her.

They both flinched, coming into full alertness when the door bell rang throughout the entry way and down into the sunken living room. Villain stood and glanced at the cat, asking if she knew who it might be. Vengeance didn’t provide an answer.

Cautiously, he made his way to the door. Staring through the frosted glass, he could only make out the figure of a woman with wild hair and an average stature.

So much for the remote location and lack of neighbors.

The bell rang again.

Pursing his lips, Villain reached for the doorknob, summoning his power to easily infiltrate the intruder’s mind and wipe the memory of this place — and him — from their mind, all before they could get a word out.

As soon as the door opened partway and he got a glance at the person standing on his front porch, Villain cursed.

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who stooped so low as take someone else’s cat!”

“Your cat?” Villain started incredulously. “I would’ve never thought the city’s darling hero would let their cat run amok through the city, scared and alone!”

“I didn’t!” Hero stepped closer, gesturing frantically as she didn’t even leave Villain time enough to get another word in. “Shadow got out and I couldn’t find her and I’ve been looking everywhere for her! I finally just got access to her chip and why shouldn’t I be surprised to find out that you took her!”

Hero’s voice turned from distressed to angry in a matter of seconds, and as the city’s only other telepath, there was nothing Villain could do to make her go away or see if she were lying about Ven—Shadow being her cat without having to talk it through.

Holding a hand up, Villain forced her to pause her barrage of words and to keep her from pressing any closer and storming inside his sanctuary.

“First off, I would never stoop so low,” Villain chastised her, “and secondly, we may both know things about the other’s civilian identities we wished the other didn’t, but I would’ve never cared about a cat, and lastly,” he paused, taking in the irritation marring her face and how her hands had clenched into fists at her sides, “you chipped your cat?”

Rage sparked in Hero’s eyes. Shoving him back, Villain stumbled at the unexpected force, but Hero didn’t yield. Each word was punctuated with another shove until he’d knocked into the wall beside the door. “Where. Is. My. Cat?”

Meow.

Hero blinked.

“As you can hear, Vengeance is fine, thank you for asking.”

“Ven—” Hero’s lips twisted into a frown as she screwed her eyes shut. The grip on his shoulders didn’t ease as she kept him firmly pinned to the wall. The padding of paws over the hardwood floors filled the otherwise silent entryway. He watched as Vengeance leapt up the steps and fixed her gaze on their current situation. The cat’s eyes seemed to glisten with recognition.

“You did not rename my cat ‘Vengeance,’” Hero said through gritted teeth.

Villain smirked as her eyes flew open when Vengeance bounded over to them and started to weave her way between Hero’s legs and then between Villain’s until the cat was basically going around them, stepping over their shoes in a figure eight to encompass both of their stances.

“Well,” Villain said, glancing down at the black furball purring and still weaving her way between their feet, “I’ll admit, I was going to make you prove Vengeance was your cat, but I guess this is all the proof I need.”

Hero watched her cat for another second longer before she eased away from him, allowing Villain to peel himself away from the wall. He heard her grumble under her breath, “Of course you’d like him, you traitor.”

Chuckling more to the cat than Hero, Villain stooped to pick Vengeance up, meeting the pained eyes of Hero as he straightened. “What can I say, I’m a very likeable person.”

“No,” Hero argued, “you’re a manipulator who stole my cat!”

Villain groaned, which caused the contented cat to squirm in his grasp. Letting her jump down, he reached passed Hero and shut his front door. “For the last time, I didn’t steal your cat. I found her and took her home. Big difference!”

“You didn’t even check to see if she had a tag or had been reported missing?”

“She looked like she’d been out on the street for days! How was I supposed to know she wasn’t a street cat?”

“I don’t know, Villain, maybe you should’ve read her mind!” Hero snapped.

“Hey, there’s no need to bring work into this!” Villain snapped back. “Besides, I can’t. Animals aren’t my thing. Different skill set entirely.”

Hero rolled her eyes. “Look,” she started, looking away and toward where the destroyer of everything peaceful had padded off to. She rolled her shoulders and tried to ease the fight from her stance into something more… casual. “I didn’t come here to argue, I just came to get my cat back and go home. That’s all.”

The pleading tone had returned, and something else had crept into Hero’s voice too. Villain easily identified as resignation. He might not be able to burrow into Hero’s mind, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use this situation to his advantage. Same tricks, different method of manipulation.

“I don’t know,” he started coyly, stepping closer to her. “You don’t sound as though you love Ven as much as you should. How do I know you’ll treat her properly, I mean she’s already gotten out once, hasn’t she?”

Hero swallowed, matching his step forward with a small step in retreat. “Villain, just give me Shadow back, and let us leave in peace.”

“Still doesn’t sound like you’re as desperate to get her back as you claim to be,” he sang, taking another step forward. This time, Hero didn’t back down. His eyebrow arched questioningly.

“What do you want from me?” She asked quietly, never once breaking eye contact with him. But it seemed her faded anger had made her smaller, more vulnerable. Vulnerability wasn’t something Villain would’ve ever associated with his nemesis.

It was certainly something new. Villain relished it, the brokenness in her tone, but also his nemesis’ final stand. Who knew it would only take a cat to get Hero in the palm of his hand.

Villain smirked, contemplatively glancing over Hero one last time before saying, “I was going for ‘please’, but—”

“Villain, please!” She interrupted desperately.

He tsked. “Too late, you’ve already asked me what I wanted from you, and now I get to decide what that is.”

Teardrops blossomed in the corner of Hero’s eyes. Quickly, they darted away from him and he followed her gaze toward the cat resting peacefully once more on the new window seat. Satisfied that Hero was exactly that desperate, he waited for her to meet his eyes again, ready to put on a show when she did.

Slowly, her attention slid back to him.

He tilted his head, eyes boring into her as if he could see her at a molecular level. Maybe this was the cruelest form of torture he’d ever enacted on someone, and surely it was the worst thing he’d done to someone who was, admittedly, undeserving of such cruelty. Sure, Hero had made it her life’s mission to stop him, but he was criminal mastermind after all. A criminal mastermind, with a cruel reputation that preceded him in every way.

At last, just when he knew Hero couldn’t take the suspension any more, when the tremble of her lip turned into an unsteady wobble, he grinned. He saw the moment she sucked in a final breath and held it, waiting for his answer.

“I want,” he said slowly, forcing a glower to his face, “visitation rights. No questions, no limit, and not a single word about any of this to anyone.”

Hero let the breath she’d held out in a shuddering burst of air, completely sagging in relief.

“V-visitation rights?” she sniffled.

“Yes.”

Meekly, she tried to wipe away the tears that had threatened to spill as if he couldn’t see her movements at all. “No questions, no limit—”

“As in, for an undetermined amount of time. You can set time limits for each visit, of course, but they can’t be revoked,” he clarified at her hesitancy in her eyes.

“Ever?” she questioned.

“Exactly. Not in two weeks, not in two months, not in two years,” he reaffirmed. “I get to visit Shadow whenever, for as long as you’ll allow me to per visit, for the rest of eternity.”

Hero sighed. “And not a word to anyone.”

“Correct.”

Hero fidgeted under his unwavering gaze. Shifting her weight from foot to foot, he could see the thought process taking place written plainly on her face with each minute twitch, twist, furrow, or purse that shifted in her features. “Fine. You can have secret, limitless, visitation rights with Shadow.”

Villain grinned again. “That’s all I ask.”

They both glanced over at the cat in question, finding her blissfully asleep on her sun-warmed window seat.

“Well… I guess there’s no sense disturbing her now,” Villain said in a quiet tone he hadn’t thought himself capable of. He’d just held a woman in suspense to within an inch of her composure, but now he was shy?

“You get until she wakes up, and then we’re going home.”

“Fine,” Villain agreed, “might as well make yourself comfortable too. I hear cats can sleep for a long time. Besides, it sounds like you had a rather trying day, losing your cat and all, finding them at your nemesis’ house. Must’ve been truly awful.”

Hero grabbed his shoulder harshly, stopping him in his tracks when he’d meant to join Shadow in the living room to watch the sun set over the lake. Turning back, he saw the hero’s face had sharpened seriously, a look he knew and hated bitterly from her day job as the savior of the city.

“Look,” she started dangerously, “just because you have visitation rights for my cat, doesn’t mean we have to be friendly. I’m not falling for one of those bullshit can’t-stand-each-other-to-confessing-their-love-for-each-other stories you only see in books or movies, so aside from Shadow and fighting each other while masked up, just stay out of my life.”

“Oh, Hero,” he frowned sarcastically, “you wound me.”

“I mean it, Villain,” she hissed, poking him in the chest, “just leave me alone!”

“Sure, now if you’ll excuse me,” he said, once again starting for the comfy couch positioned right in front of the floor to ceiling windows. “I’ve had a long day too and would like to enjoy my quiet visitation rights.”

Behind him, he heard Hero sigh heavily and couldn’t help the smirk that pulled at his lips. “Whatever.”

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