#forsaken fanfic

[crazymanicherelmao]

Posting some art I made a while ago for @vauschen ‘s fic “Worlds Worst Swordsman”

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/163848202?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_895062454

[creamyleather]

It Was All Just A Bad Dream, Kidd0o

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62961445/chapters/163200649

My friend posted a couple of juicy chapters with more c00lkidd and 007n7 angst. Oh my gooooddddd I neeeded tisssues 😭😭😭😭🙏 please read this her writing is amazing and I’m not just glazing.

oh also here’s my art

[satori-runa]

—The flesh we own

Summary: 1x1x1x1 realizes that after all the hatred and the disgust, that there is still a reason to love you.

Tags: Slight mention of gore, blood, ooc, hunter and prey dynamic

Words: 0,4

Author note: I have never played forsaken and this is written for a friend. I apologise for any lore mistakes or mischaractering.

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

1x1x1x1 stood at the edge of the treeline, veiled in shadow where the bright green aspects of his form blended in perfectly with his surroundings.

His eyes, if they could be called that, narrowed in on the lone figure below. You.

You ran like a creature born for survival—fast, focused, your breath ragged but controlled. Every footfall landed in thick, clinging mud, yet you moved as though it were nothing but air. You leapt over roots, ducked under broken tree stumps, twisted through the warped terrain like you knew it. Like it was something that you did over and over again.

He hated that.

He hated how you adapted. How you endured. The rest of your team had already been consumed, torn apart by the hands of his creatures, bloody flesh scattered like confetti in the storm. But you—resilient, irritating, alive—you refused to break.

And oh, how that enraged him.

There was something primal about his obsession. Something raw and violent, barely caged beneath his shifting surface. He despised the way you breathed, the heat radiating off your living body, the pulse that beat so arrogantly beneath your skin. You were a disgusting little parasite that refused to yield under his power.

If there was one thing, a single thing, that could be loved about you, then it was your mortality.

A flame that could be snuffed with just enough pressure. Pressure that he owned.

And when the moment came—oh, and it would come—he would savor it. He would descend from the treeline like a specter, decay and rot following his steps like a second shadow. He would wrap his fingers around your throat, slowly, deliberately, just enough to silence the scream before it left your lips.

He would watch your eyes, wide and glistening with panic. Not because he wanted your fear, but because he wanted your awareness. He wanted you to know that you had lost. That your final, frantic resistance had been beautifully pointless.

And then his hand,cold, jagge, would press against your chest, sliding beneath your clothes with surgical precision. Not to explore, but to erase. To feel the warmth, the rhythm, the fragile humanity before it was extinguished forever. He caresses your flesh with his fingertips, savouring it as his mind runs wild. Oh how wonderful your deep red blood would look spilled between his fingers.

He made sure to love it all.

[slepptstudios]

Jump into it, I guess (Forsaken Reader Fanfic)

Days go by you all the time, you wake up, you work for a few hours, you go home. Rinse and repeat over and over, but you were never really too upset about that in fact you thrived in routine. You knew what was gonna happen and you had full control of the outcomes, day after day they go exactly the way they do because you set them in motion. Sure sometimes there are bumps in the way and they can mess up your flow but you’ve tried not letting these things get to you too badly. You wouldn’t consider yourself anywhere near as resilient as your beloved fictional characters from your favorite fandoms, but you knew some part of you no matter how small you believe that part of you to be... Deep, deep down there was a small flame that kept you going even if you were aimless, you kept moving either way.

That being said, today was just.. Off. It was just straight-up bad really, you were clumsier today making mistakes you normally wouldn’t have, and ended up annoying others in the process. It wouldn’t be so bad if you hadn’t made a mistake that ended with you going home humiliated, even when you tried to desperately think of anything else you just couldn’t get it out of your head all the things you could’ve done differently, all the ways you could’ve stopped all of today from ever happening, spiraling even as your feet drag against the floor of your home.

Days like these always leave you so very tired. Exhaustion practically seeps through your entire body, chills running down your spine from the cold air of the night greeting you as you creak open the door to your room. The sight almost makes you feel much more at ease, the familiarity of your organized mess, your oh so comfy bed waiting to embrace you and sweep you away into rest, and the desk that held your computer proudly among the various trinkets piled onto it as well. ‘I need a break’ echoed in your head almost hypnotically with the way you mindlessly slipped out of your uniform and sat down to open your computer. ‘One game can’t hurt right?’ you asked to no one in particular, filling the silence of your room, god you were lonely.

You logged onto Roblox and play whatever games looked fun, anything to destress from the events of today. None of your friends had been online at this hour so you mostly stuck to solo games up until a certain game caught your attention. ‘Forsaken’ you’ve played the game before, but you never had time to invest yourself into it much as it could get a bit too competitive at times. Although the game was rather endless, looping the same mechanics with no real end, you could admit the fun was more so in the adrenaline. A sort of tag game you could kind of call it as despite its graphics leaning into a more violent setting.

That's all to say you yourself aren't familiar with the base stories, survivors trapped by an entity, past survivors and their strange ARG’s you never really looked into, mysteries and personal character connections. You were knowledgeable enough on it to say the least but the more you thought about it the more you realized that knowledge is barely anything relevant enough to understand the whole picture of the story behind this game. Nonetheless you found yourself clicking into the game, being met with a loading screen as music began to hum in the background. Starting a few rounds with some random players you find faces of characters come and go as you played on longer, exhaustion of the day weighing down on you like a building pressure waiting to burst despite how hard you tried to keep awake with the adrenaline of the game.

Playing as 007n7 a new round begins, the intro of 1x1x1x1 playing in the background as you feel your lidded eyes begin to drift as black spots begin to swirl in your vision but you persisted. Running around the map you pick up a medkit along the way hoping to give it off to the Elliot in your round, you find a few machines along your trek but then something strange happens. Your screen begins to glitch the longer the round went on, and while you could've turned on your mic and asked the other players for help, but you really didn't feel like talking to strangers online since it seemed to be just an issue on your end so you tried to fix it on your own. The map began to twist and contort around 007n7 but every time you began moving to these glitches the map would fix itself a new almost like it never happened in the first place, you take notice of the way your head droops during this too, you're ears feel like they’ve been stuffed with cotton and your body just feels so.. so… heavy. Just as you fell face down onto your keyboard accidentally activating and moving things that shouldn't have happened, you saw a glimpse of a message appear on your screen in wobbly text as the killer stuns you with their long ranged attack.

“Wₑₗcₒₘₑ ₕₒₘₑ, ₚₗayₑᵣ.”

Eyes finally shut, and peace finally finds you in the wake of the night, you give in to your exhaustion almost effortlessly with little to no resistance. You feel happy almost to find your mind drifting into a dream-like state. You feel very welcome. Your body feels so light now, drifting in the dark embrace. When was the last time you felt so relieved to dream?

Wₑₗcₒₘₑ ₕₒₘₑ, it's nice to be home. Rᵢgₕₜ wₕₑᵣₑ yₒᵤ bₑₗₒₙg, it's so quiet, Pₑacₑfᵤₗ, gᵢᵥₑ ᵢₙ.

Just as quickly as you fell asleep you were awoken. I'�� ₛₒ ₕaₚₚy yₒᵤ'ᵣₑ ₕₑᵣₑ. Back hitting the ground, you must've slipped off your chair…

Your eyes slowly open as they stare up into a starry sky, blocky figures drifting about as you feel the soft blades of grass between your fingers…

Wait, hang on.

‘No that can't be right’ You sat up, yanking yourself off the grass, your eyes darting around. ‘Wasn’t I just in my room? Where am I?’ Your hands are the first thing you notice, where there was once you're skin in flesh was now replaced with a grey hue as though someone had put a filter over you, you were in strange clothes that you swore you’ve never once owned before nor remember ever wearing, you were adorned with a belt of gear with the weight of a sword resting against your hips. Why did you look so strange?

You open your mouth, but you can't. Your grey colored fingertips reach over to where your mouth should be.

There was nothing to be found. No trace of your lips, nothing but a smooth surface as if you never had a mouth. The sensation did not feel as though you were sewn shut like some doll nor did it feel like someone had ripped such a vital part of you with their bare hands. It simply did not exist. It was mind-numbingly nothing. As if you were meant to exist without a mouth, without a way to yell, without a way to cry, simply without a voice.

You yell as hard as you can, there is nothing to be heard in the forest.

Tears stream down your face as you grasp at something, anything, to feel whether this was real or not, feeling your breath become labored and the way your heart beats so fast it might as well jump out of your chest. This must all just be some bad dream, a nightmare you’ll wake up from in the morning and forget what it was even about. You spiral in your own thoughts as you try and rationalize the uncanny way your body has been morphed into something you can’t even begin to comprehend. The world around you seems so blurry from all the tears and fear gripping at you, and you swear you could've just crumbled right then and there…

A scream of pain could be heard in the distance from you, sinister and garbled laughter, growling, and stomping ring loudly through the air as you find yourself finally able to breathe and think properly. Fear replaced with curiosity now leads you towards the noise, it's stupid really but what else are you gonna do in a random forest you don't know? Walking turned into running and soon you were sprinting across the grassy fields and the thick of the forest when you finally spot it.

‘Is that..?-’ the familiar figure of certain avatars from the game you were just playing not even a few moments ago become clearer than ever, the scene plays out right in front of you. 007n7 paralyzed by 1x1x1x1’s long ranged attack leaving him vulnerable as the myth begins taunting him almost not bothering to run but simply relishing in 007n7’s hopeless attempts to escape death as they walk leisurely towards him. The scene flashes back to you so vividly, this was exactly what you last saw happen before you fell asleep wasn't it?

‘Oh thank God it is a dream.’ You can feel yourself sighing in relief despite the ever present horror that you physically can't. Still you can't help but feel yourself lean forward up against the tree you’ve been hiding behind watching it all unfold, this is just a dream.. a really strange dream but you can't help the fact you felt pity for 007n7, if he was the last left alive and stayed out of view until now god knows how frustrating it is to be killed the last second when victory of the game was right there.

‘It’s just a dream right? It can't hurt.’

You feel yourself run before you realize it and the next thing you knew you were grabbing hold of 007n7 and blocking what was meant to be the final kill, taking everyone by surprise Including yourself, who knew you had that in you?. Despite the pain and the lingering emotions that run high in you, you feel a new sensation enter you alongside your new found determination to help.

Sheer Adrenaline.

You immediately pick 007n7 in your arms, accidentally cancelling the man’s ability to teleport away in the process and immediately book it. 1x1x1x1 was still recovering from the shock of a random survivor getting in their way that you almost get away with running across the now recognizable map of voss’ planet. Key word, almost. The chase begins and you run in instinctive euphoria and if you weren't so focused on running and avoiding the killer's attacks you wouldn't have missed the way 007n7 begins screaming at you to put him down already. You could only run for so long until you ended up tripping and dragging the haggard man down with you, but it didn't matter as the ticking from earlier stops and the round ends.

You black out from exhaustion once more now laying in a small pool of your blood from your earlier injuries, the last thing you see had been the face of the man you managed to save, satisfaction feeling very fulfilling as you think to yourself before going to bed.

‘Man, what a weird dream.’

Oh boy, hi there! So this is my first ever fanfic lmao- and since there's a big lack of reader fics on the forsaken fandom I thought i'd give my own content just for the other ppl out there also starving for food on reader fics of our favorite forsaken characters. Anyways this is just the prologue so I still have a lot planned but please don't expect fast updates as I can get really busy at times too. Hope you enjoyed!

-Sleppy

[vauschen-art]

The 8th chapter of my Phighting and Forsaken crossover fanfic is out on AO3!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63464632/chapters/164173816

Why not read? We got:

- Shuriken trying (and failing) to fight Jason!

- John Doe angst hours

- Even MORE angst from 007n7!

[nachocheezos21]

[ top 10 c00lgui tricks in forsaken !!1! ]

Tags and Warnings: [MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH!], [Angst], [Murder], [Parental Guilt], [Child Death], [Father-Son Relationship] // Word Count: 1,180 // [Originally uploaded to AO3; inspired by @dinofur’s comic!—go check ‘em out!! ^_^]

As thunder loomed above and specks of rain dropped over their heads, a distraught 007n7 had his eyes and mouth agape in horror as the poor father witnessed the horrific scene before him. “Sh-Shedletsky...” 007n7 choked, as the lifeless body of his son cradled in his arms—a large slash on the back of the lifeless boy as his once gentle hands clung onto him in comfort.

“He’s dead, Seven,” Shedletsky remarked, casting his sword to the side. “Turn back to your senses, young man. We are in a great amount of danger, and you know well that he’ll—“

“He’s not like them!” the father rebutted, his teeth gritting from the sheer anger. “My boy is not like those..those killers! H-he’s just..he doesn’t know what he’s doing, alright, John?!”

“Oh for heaven’s sake, Seven! Your son had literally tried to kill the entire group!” the man shouted as he waved his hand around in grave annoyance. Their party, as they treated one another, could only watch as the scene unfolded before their eyes. “Both Chance and I had to fend it off every time its minions came out to follow everyone’s move,” he continued, “Elliot nearly died, and Two Time is already serving their second life, and you know damn well how that’s going for them!”

“I-I know that, John! I’m not stupid as you, or any of you, would like to think!” 007n7 shouted, though it didn’t seem like it was going through his head. His blocky hands continued to cradle his son, his mind reminiscing of when he was just a baby. Oh, sweet, innocent c00lkidd…

A tired, yet defeated, sigh escaped Shedletsky’s mouth as he sheathed his sword. “Look. I know you miss the poor kid, but you gotta let him go,” he addressed, “I mean look at him! He’s fleshy, and dangerous. At some point, you would’ve thought to just…you know? Gave up on trying to fix him.” Yet none of his words could pierce through the father’s stubborn mind. In fact, it seemed to have angered him a little.

“M-Mr. Shedletsky?” a nervous Elliot approached the swordsman, tapping his shoulder. “I think you’re being too harsh on him—”

“I’m not being too hard on him, Elliot. I’m just…” he hesitated to continue, only to sigh in defeat once more. “Fine. I’ll let him grief. It’s the least I could do to a father.”

Shedletsky turned to the rest, who were still watching the whole ordeal. “We might need to move out. c00lkidd might be…gone, but there are worse threats to come,” he exclaimed, before making his way to them as Builderman approached him for planning on their survival.

007n7 did not budge from his place. Elliot didn’t either, but he felt obligated to at least comfort him, despite their past encounters. “H-hey, Mister…I-I know things aren’t..fine as they are now, but…” the pizza boy choked out, as nervous fingers inched their way to touch the father’s shoulder. Unaware of the strange GUI that popped up in the father’s palm.

“Wh-what?” Elliot gulped as a bead of sweat dropped from his forehead. It was as if in the blink of an eye, 007n7 disappeared. Teleported to…well, somewhere.

Oh man, how will he explain this to the two?

It rained that night.

007n7 was merely entertaining himself from news of his exploits all throughout the plains. A notorious man with a notorious hobby, enjoying the chaos as it went. Was it annoying? Sure. Harmful? Depends on who you ask.

As he was scrolling from news story after news story, the doorbell rang in surprise, causing him to raise his head up. “Huh,” he mused, confused on who might be needing his attention at this time of night; not to mention, the heavy rain outside. Hesitantly, 007n7 sat his ass up from the couch and made his way over to the front door.

Upon opening the door, the man did his usual of looking left to right to left to right. He would’ve figured that it was nothing—a prank done by the kids of his unfortunate neighborhood—only to hear the sounds of a baby crying…underneath by his feet.

“Oh shit,” 007n7 remarked, picking up the crying toddler from the cardboard box that it settled in. And as if it was instinct, he immediately pulled on the box with his foot as he attempted to close the door. “What kind of guy would leave a kid in the middle of the night?” he scoffed, cradling the child in his arms as he attempted to calm it down.

To his surprise, however, it did eventually calm down. The warmth radiating off of the exploiter had managed to calm the baby down to a peaceful slumber—its mouth cooing from comfort as 007n7 looked at it in awe.

“Oh..” 007n7 mouthed. His hand gently brushed over its round cheek, only for the baby to react with a short, bubbly giggle. 007n7 could only giggle back, his heart flaring with affection as he continued to play with the child.

He was a hypocrite—making fun of the others for their parental decisions, only for him to be burdened with the responsibility. Besides, it wasn’t like him to be so…empathetic all of a sudden. The notorious exploiter in all of Robloxia, only for him to show affection to a child.

Pathetic.

007n7 could only shake his head from the thoughts of his contradiction. “I’ve been naive,” he mumbled, his brows creasing as he took another glance at the now-sleeping child before him. Gently, he placed the baby down onto his bed, sitting down beside him as he made a silent vow to himself. “I’ll do better. I-I’ll stop exploiting if it means protecting a thing like you,” 007n7 spoke, a smile—one that is genuine—made its way to his lips.

Memories flooded in 007n7’s mind as he clung to his son after teleporting out of the graveyard and into a cave. Thunder continued to grumble outside as rain poured heavily outside of the dark cavern. It didn’t matter to him how the others were doing after the whole mess with c00lkidd—what mattered was how they dealt with him.

Oh, sweet, innocent c00lkidd.

Tears continued to swell and pour from his tired eyes, his mind still stubborn from the unfortunate events prior as a series of memories of watching his son grow from the once abandoned child to an energetic and playful kid he’s always loved. He’s already lost his son from the malice that confused him, and he is not ready to lose him from the hands of his comrades.

“Oh, gods,” 007n7 sobbed, hugging his boy tight—his tears mixing with the blood from his lifeless body. “I-I’m so sorry. Oh gods, I’m so sorry. My poor boy…my poor baby…”

While the others knew that it was for the best, given their current situation, 007n7 could not accept such a thing. Yet he could not do anything to change the outcome; only grieve and wallow in his sorrows.

[Notes from the author//artist]: WELL HELLO UH . i’m so embarrassed to upload this just now bc the banner art took me so long i had to scratch it and redo it to the one we have now. and yes! i do recognise the original comic’s idea of trapping c00lkidd just so he DIES, but i wrote this before i could even begin to realise it so ehe whoopsie + wrote this before PLEAD became a thing so 007n7 may be a little I’M SORRY—.. also i’ve already mentioned this before but this was uploaded to ao3 first so if you’ve seen it there originally, haii i was the author of it (and c00l mirror) heaheahe

will be uploading the banner art separately as well here so !!!!

[ponikopuffy]

(TW: racism) If you are a POC forsaken fan or/and trying to forgive her, you need to see this.

Just mind soul she made a video response talking her side of her situation, the problem was revealed that she wrote something super racist in her search on YouTube

(this is a screenshot from her response livestream)

Some people find out about this, and their response? Well she's just making excuses without proof

And I understand that people will defend "BUT SHE IS INNOCENT, SHE HAD NO BAD INTENTIONS", i'm gonna be honest, is this a good respons to you? Becuese i'm gonna explaind why this is wrong.

This comment is literally "I'm not racist, I have black friends" and if this were true, she is still racist. Another problem is that she never says sorry, which is very ignorant.

It doesn't matter whether she was aware or not, she is not taking responsibility. And she should not be defended.

I don't hate her, and I believe she can change, but the fact that she is denying taking responsibility is very concerning.

By the way, if you like forsaken and you still like it, that's fine, just stop supporting it and playing fan games instead.

[jaycixii]

NEW CHAPTER OF GAMBLER'S HELL!!!!

Go read it now!!!!!!!!!

This is not an april fools joke... im being fr...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63850747

okay now im taking a nap i got 2 hours of sleep

[enbyaster]

Elliot and Chance drabble fanfic of them playing Trash bc I need closure💔

:3

Posted on Wattpad and Ao3 as well

3rd person:

Chance's fingers pressed against the thick paper cards in his hands, spudding them in between each other as he shuffled. Elliot watched in wonder of how he had such precision with paper. Chance had always been good at things like this, it came naturally, but being Chance, he liked to show off as well.

He saw the glint of wonder in his partner's eyes and smirked as he put the cards in front of his face and spread them out in the air, before swiftly catching them. Elliot rolled his eyes and laughed at his antics.

Chance smiled and laughed back as he grabbed 10 cards for the each of them, dealing them out face down and in 2 rows of 5. This was a childhood game that Chance still loved to play, he'd challenge kids in school and win every time. He had amazing luck from the start.

He placed the deck of cards in the middle of the 2 sides of dealt ones and sat down in front of Elliot, hands under his chin as he awaited the other's first move.

"Go on, Ell Bell, you get first move" ~

Elliot chuckled, looking down at the 10 cards placed in front of him and drew a card from the deck. It was a 7, so Elliot swiftly switched out the 7th card in front of him for it. The next one was a 6, he put it before the other one. When he looked at the card he pulled from the 6th spot, it was another 7, so he put it in the discard pile and sighed.

"Your turn, Chance"!

Elliot exclaimed, as he tried to get the other's attention. He looked down on Chances side and smiled. Chance smiled back and pulled a card from the deck. His card was a 9, he switched it with the card in place 9. His next card pulled was a queen, he groaned and put it in the discard pile.

The groan signaled that it was Elliot's turn again, so he reached for another card. The card was placed on the third place on his side of the table. The card pulled from the third spot was a jack, so a wild card. He put it on the first place and pulled a 5, then another jack. He decided to put the jack on the 8th place, which was a king. Another damn wild card.

Elliot looked up and smirked in a cocky way at Chance, Putting the king on the ninth, and getting yet another king. Elliot just burst out laughing at this point as Chance lightly bonked him on the head.

"Why do you have better luck than me!?"

He cried out dramatically, which made Elliot laugh harder, wiping the tears from his eyes. 

"I guess I'm just better"

He smirked and placed the king on the forth place, which was a 2, and the other card pulled from that spot was a 10. Elliot legit scooped up the cards and set them in front of Chance. The gambler sighed, and slumped on the table.

"This is the 5th card game we've played and you've won"

Chance groaned into the table and shuffled the cards solemnly, setting them back inside their container. He looked at Elliot with a salty expression, with a tad bit of pink reaching his cheeks as his eyes locked with the pizza worker.

Elliot's eyes were bright, then softened when they met Chance's. He felt bad for winning so much today, but he knew Chance didn't hold any actual resentment towards him. Elliot softly grabbed his hand and spoke with a smooth tone.

"How about we take a break and lay in your room, I doubt you have the motivation to play anymore"

Elliot stood and helped Chance up from his chair. Chance held the other's hand a tad tighter as they started to walk off. The cards getting snatched into the gambler's pocket.

"I think... I'd like that"

----

(Pulled from an actual round of Trash with my bf)

04/03/25- 21:12pm

[cicada-4324]

I finally wrote something again,,, I know it's been like three years since I've touched my ao3 account but I was filled with rage as a Builderman user and needed to vent my frustrations, and apparently that's enough to make me write and post something so.. hooray!!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Forsaken (Roblox) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Builderman & Shedletsky (Forsaken - Roblox), Builderman & Elliot (Forsaken - Roblox), Builderman/Elliot (Forsaken - Roblox), if you squint Characters: Builderman (Forsaken - Roblox), Elliot (Forsaken - Roblox), Shedletsky (Forsaken - Roblox), Two Time (Forsaken - Roblox), Guest 1337 (Forsaken - Roblox), c00lkidd (Forsaken - Roblox) Additional Tags: Angst, But it's just Builderman's fucking rage, Chance mentioned, 007n7 mentioned, trans Builderman, Wrote this at 3 AM, teen rating for a lot of swearing, no beta we die like shedletsky Summary:

Builderman is fucking seething.

Today has just been.. the worst.

AKA Builderman reflects over his day and all the dumb shit mistakes his team made.

[creamyleather]

I love you son

Made art of c00lkidd and 007n7 for my friends fanfic. She posted two new chapters get your tissues ready 😭.

It Was All Just A Bad Dream, Kidd0o https://archiveofourown.org/works/62961445/chapters/162183835

[you-are-an-idiot-hah]

Forsaken fics rn, give me Elliot or chance themed things please

Angst or fluff idrc , uhm if we could avoid smut please since this is for school

And uh maybbbeeee avoid paycheck but idrc if it's them

Not interested in romance really

[slepptstudios]

Small peek at chapter one bcus I'm planning to hit 10k words and then I'll post it👍

Mb for taking a bit- I'll be honest the author curse hit a lot harder than I thought it would💀💀💀

Edit:This is a small part of the draft so some parts may or may not be included in the final post(don't worry two time's still gonna get a spotlight as the loveable little freak they are)

-Sleppy

[vauschen-art]

“World’s Worst Swordsman” my Forsaken SI fanfic, has updated! Chapter 5 is out!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63718846/chapters/165009289#workskin

A new player has possessed 007n7, and worked up the courage to confront c00lkidd. c00lkidd mistakes him as his actual father.

But it’s not really him, is it?

[r0manceplanet]

Could we perhaps maybe have any mafioso x reader headcanons? Anything with him really

Oh yes, OF COURSE you can have them!!! Oh my god and your also my first request too, I was so happy to get this

And this is just an excuse to write for my pookie mafioso right now :3 enjoy!!!

MAFIOSO 🐇

• Well I must say, congratulations for winning over this gentleman! It’s pretty tough to date him but as long as y’all are on good terms it won’t be too hard.

• He would treat you so well, seriously! Once you start dating him expect to get the royal treatment right away… Like, do you need someone killed? Don’t worry that’s already taken care of! Or do you perhaps need something from the store? It’s just a few minutes away he wouldn’t mind.

• I also don’t really think that he was very comfortable with PDA, at least before he met you that is… when y’all are dating he started to get more comfortable with physical touch and got better at initiating it after some time.

• I also headcanon that whenever he’s out with his gang, I feel like they would always go get pizza after a good killing spree, and he would always bring own your own pizza for you when he arrives at home.

• I also feel like he would get jealous whenever he sees someone flirting with you? It’s probably silly, but not to him. He will show them that your his and off limits, or he could maybe just kill them off, but he doesn’t wanna do that to you anyways.

• He will always make sure your protected no matter what, even if he’s not there, he’ll have his soldiers watch over you whenever your out somewhere and mafioso is no where to be found for now, so if anyone seems like a threat to you, they’ll disappear and you’ll know why.

• He would totally let you wear his clothes, especially his coat!! And if your small and his coat is really big on you he will just be in awe and hug you just because of how adorable you look!

• Back to some of the other headcanons, other than him bringing you pizza home, he would always come home with a small gift for you, I feel like he shows his love through gift-giving, and they’re always thoughtful everytime.

• For dates, he would take you out to more quiet and less crowded areas like the coffee shop in the early mornings or even at a bookstore, dates will rarely happen because he has to remain unknown to a lot of people, I think y’all would get this lol.

• He’s very boyfriend material, probably and most likely everyone’s dream man if we’re being honest here. He deserves a solid 10/10 for being the best lover.

A/N: if anyone wants to send me any mafioso or any of the characters for requests PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE do so if you can !!!! especially if it’s more mafioso I’d be happy to upload some content for forsaken :3

[jaycixii]

CHAPTER 1 OF GAMBLERS HELL IS NOW OUT!!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63850747/chapters/163740319

Kudos and comments are much appreciated!