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Put it on My Tab Part 12

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali @antiquecultist

Warning: Mild swearing, Jason is in trouble, Siblings will be siblings

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

I'll probably be out of commission for a couple weeks due to a surgery that's coming up soon. I'll try to have part 13 out before then though. Thanks for always reading!

Timothy “Tim” Jackson Drake was gifted with high intellect since birth. Coupled with the training he has received from Batman and Nightwing, he was a force to be reckoned with and proved worthy of the Robin title time and time again. Now as the Red Robin, he continued his work with his Batfamily. 

Tonight was supposed to be nothing more than routine work. Acquire the target (most likely by force), extract the necessary information (most likely through force), and use the data to get to their true goal. As expected, things were going down the track of ‘by force’. The target ordered his henchman to try to stop them and ran when it was evident they were unable to stop them. The chase was on, and the man went flying through a window. The location mattered little since it was vacant, or so Tim thought. He noticed the barista only after he turned to speak to the first Robin. From there, everything diverted.

He silently observed the young woman who wisely chose to turn a blind eye to their work, but he also kept an eye on his partner. Nightwing showed great interest in this young woman, more so than he would any other civilian that happened to be in the vicinity of their work. The amount of time he said her name and how he said it were also telling.

He’s not warning her, so why is he constantly saying her name? When she turned her back to them to make the drinks, he turned to his eldest brother to ask him what he was thinking but stopped himself at what he saw.

 So this is the famous young lady who’s got our Grumpy in such a fix. She’s certainly cute and pretty sharp, too. Is that why he’s not given her the money yet? Nightwing gently rubbed his chin as he contemplated on what to do. This was purely a stroke of luck on his end, since Red Robin had done the tracking and surveil on tonight’s target. We can’t just leave her with a broken window. She’s even managed to stay calm enough to take our order instead of becoming a mess. What ever shall I do? The right corner of his lip slowly tipped upwards into a smirk as an excellent idea came to mind. He pulled out something and a $100 bill. He folded the bill around the other piece just before she turned around with their drinks.

“Perfect,” he smiled in approval. “Thanks again, Y/N, and here, something for your troubles.” He winked, slipping it into the tip jar before grabbing the tied up man. “Until next time,” he flashed her a grin as Red Robin held the door open and the two walked out as if they had not just come crashing through one of the windows. Red Robin watched Y/N as she slowly looked around at her surroundings. He could not help but wonder why she was so interesting.

That fateful night, Tim had made it his goal to find out what he could about her. He knew asking the elder vigilante would not produce much information, but he asked anyway. The non-answer of ‘no reason’ and ‘it’s nothing’ were provided. Red flags that meant there was indeed something. With the spelling of her name and place of employ, he began to dig. He was a detective after all, a good mystery was always enticing, and there was nothing better to do while they waited for the next move of the organization they were monitoring.

Y/N stared at her phone for what felt like an eternity. Citlalli had been watching her for the last forty or so minutes since her loud and angry proclamation of ‘I’m going to text this ghosting hotshot pretty boy and demand he pay me the due money and leave me alone’. It was a sudden outburst in the middle of their takeout dinner that had been abnormally silent until then. It was then the young Latina had learned two things. One, he had not texted. Two, Y/N was going insane waiting for him to text, which was rare and quite entertaining.

Daaaaaamn, no text yet? It's been what, three weeks now? And she’s made no effort to reach out? There’s no way in hell she’d forget, she’s slavin’ away tryna get it cleared. But I thought he’d  have reached out by now. Poor mija, she’s really out of luck. She watched as Y/N picked up the device, angrily tapped away at the screen, read whatever she typed, paused, deleted the text, placed it back down, and slump. This is what, her sixth time? It was funny at first, but now it's just crazy. “Just text his ass already!” 

“Text him what exactly? He’s the one that texted ‘Hi’ from my phone to himself! Technically, he should be texting me!” Y/N threw her arms in the air before crossing them tightly, glaring at her phone. “Augh, forget it! I'll just text him whatever!” Grabbing it once more. 

<So, Wonder Boy, when you said you'll ‘send me the details’, was it code for ‘never gonna happen’ or are you saving some DID as the capeless crusader?> She proudly hit the send button, shoving any and all nausea and regret from anxiety down into the depths as best she could.

“That proud of your message, huh? What did you send?” Citlalli curiously asked, reaching for the phone in Y/N’s hands when it suddenly buzzed. Y/N jumped, sending it flying into the air. She juggled the little rectangle a bit as it buzzed a few more times, narrowly saving it from crashing onto the floor. “What the hell was that for?!”

“I didn’t expect it to vibrate all of a sudden,” Y/N scowled, waking the screen to see it was a text from the one and only ‘Your Hero’. She froze on the spot and Citlalli pushed her cheek into Y/N’s to see the screen and gasped.

“Holy shit, he texted back?! Are you sure he said he was going to text you first? Cause it looks like he was waiting on you.”

“I know what he said! I have no idea why he’s texting now. And some space, ya crazy!” She lightly nudged her friend to move and unlocked the thread.

<SHIT!>

<I did NOT mean to ghost you like this.>

<I swear I got busy with work. Also, what’s a DID? And didn’t I say to stop calling me that?> Y/N rolled her eyes at his texts, pulling up the keyboard.

<Didn’t you also say you’d text me details? And just so you know, it stands for Damsel In Distress.>

<Touche, lol. And noted, I’ll be sure to update the name of my file.>

<You should. It’s the official title. So says the famous kids cartoon movie. You’re still in trouble though.>

<Damn and here I thought I managed to get out of it. Should’ve known you wouldn’t let me go that easy. How about I make it up to you?>

<I’m reading.>

“What’s he saying?” Citlalli eagerly leaned in closer once more. “Don’t just sit there texting, that’s rude! I'm here, too! Don't make me get my chancla!”

“Ok, ok, relax! Sheesh, you don't always need to choose violence. He said he got tied up with work and has offered to make it up to me.”

“Oh, how so? By paying for the hotel and buying us a new apartment? What, don't give me that look! He could buy a neighborhood and still be fine!” Citlalli scoffed. “A girl can dream of a proper kitchen.” She grumbled, leaning back into the sofa. 

“I'm sure he could but I haven't gotten the chance to tell him about the bill because the last time we met, I was a little preoccupied trying to kick out trouble.” Citlalli colorfully cursed out her cousin in rapid Spanish for not only trying to trouble her best friend, but for trampling on Y/N’s chances with a Wayne.

“Cici, it’s fine! Really, I got his number at least. I'll figure out a way to bring it up in person. Deep breaths, ok?” She gently coaxed her fired up friend back into a more zen state before looking at her phone again. 

<How does lunch, you, and me sound? I’ll even recommend a few good books.>

<Consider me intrigued. Where and when?>

<TBD. I’m wrapping a few things on my end. I'll be able to give you all of my attention after that, sweetheart.>

So he did call me that last time. Is that just a thing he does, like how older waitresses and nurses tend to call people ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’? She eyed Citlalli from the corner of her eye and shifted over, feigning getting comfortable, to avoid any misunderstanding. <I look forward to seeing how different all your attention is to now.>

<Ouch, lol! But fair, I fucked up on this one. I deserve that. You can hold me to it, just give me some time.>

<Also, you can just text me if you’re bored or wanna talk.> His next text popped up onto the screen.

<What about work?> She rolled her eyes at his new promise, though a small smile began to tug at the corners of her lips. Citlalli watched her dear friend curl up just like she did when reading a good book.

<I’ll make time for you.> 

<Even when I’m not in trouble?>

<Even then.>

<Also, text me when you’re in trouble.>

<So demanding for someone who never texted like he promised. Do you always order around the people you save?>

<Just the sassy ones. 😏>

<Keep this up and I might start think I'm special..>

<Yeah, you are. Never met a gal who charged for questions and refused to ask for my mame.>

<What can I say, I’m one of a kind. 😉>

<That you are and sadly, I need to start focusing on my job or I'll get my ass kicked.>

<Don't let me distract you and potentially endanger your fine derriere. Night, Little Lordling.> Slipping her phone into her pocket, she sat there with a smug look of victory to which Citlalli laughed.

“What happened?”

“He said he's going to let me know the details as soon as he's got work wrapped up and I'm allowed to keep him to his word.”

“Oh? Well that's promising. Seems like the two of you are getting along quite well.”

“Oh no, don't even go there, Cici. I know that look! I don't need you trying to match make me like your grandmother does. This is purely business, Platonic if more, and it's going to end once he pays the bill.

“Mmmhmmmm, sure, whatever you say, mija. On that note, we need to head to bed. We have the morning shift.”

“Must you remind me?” Y/N groans, forcing herself out of the comfortable position and stretching. “I’m just grateful Mr. D didn't take the window outta my paycheck. Thank you, security cameras for proof.”

“I still can’t believe it happened! The café was said to be in a safer part of town! The cops are due to come in some time today or tomorrow from what I know. You'll have to give them your account on what happened to get a proper report filed for compensation from the city.”

Fiddlesticks, I forgot that’s supposed to happen! What do I even say? Her shoulders sagged, and her head dropped backwards. I say one thing they don't like, and Nightwing will definitely make my life a living hell. He doesn't kill, but he does know how to torture, I’m sure of it! She wondered how they intended to get the information they wanted and what methods they would use on her. The thought made her shudder.

“Y/N, hey, are you ok?” Citlalli waved her hand in front of her face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine. Just,” she paused for a moment. “Just tired, it’s crazy thinking that was just two nights ago. Never thought I’d serve one famous person, let alone two, and vigilantes at that. I should sleep, can't look like some dead zombie, or they might think we're pulling a fast one.” She forced a yawn and walked into her bedroom, wishing her friend a good night.

The precinct office was a buzz with its usual hustle and bustle. There was rarely a dull moment thanks to the nightly work of the vigilantes that ruled the night. Many of the officers hated them, feeling as if they were failures and their pride bruised by the ‘handouts’ left at their doorstep. The commissioner was not of that mindset, though, and the newer recruits even idolized the lawbreaking individuals.

“Detective, are you ready to head out? We’ve got a bunch of shops claiming they got damaged by those masked weirdos. I rather we get this shit don't and over with as soon as possible. Those freaks in tights are more trouble than they are help!” The older detective gruffly grumbled his complaints, waiting for his partner. He was a younger detective, a greenhorn that was better than most veterans, which rubbed all the seasoned personnel the wrong way, but they had to admit it.

“Come now, they aren’t all that bad. I’d say a few of them are a bit dashing in their own rights.” The young man stood from his seat, making sure his things were in place. “Plus, I just got back from my medical leave, can’t you keep your grumbling down to a minimum? These people didn’t ask for all this damage control.”

“I did not miss your attitude.” He sneered. “C’mon, get your ass in gear. We gotta go.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” He scoffed, walking out of the precinct as they headed towards the first location. It was the first on the list only because it promised dome good fuel for the day.

“Hello detectives, thank you for coming on such short notice.” The man greeted them at the door, letting them into the busy establishment. “Please, follow me to my office.” He quickly led them to the back, catching the eye of one of the employees. Signaling them to follow, he let them get comfortable before the employee arrived. “This is Y/N, she was the employee who was present at the time of the incident.”

“I’ll handle it from here. Nolan, why don’t you go with the owner and get the surveillance footage?” The younger detective offered. With a grunt of approval, the two men left. “Y/N, was it? Please, have a seat. It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Detective Richard Grayson, but you can just call me Detective Dick or Grayson.” He flashed her a charming smile.

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

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If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters or find chapter one here.

[tigressaofkanjis]

Transformers: Lost World - All 20 Mountain Transformers

67. Starscream (Infiltrator) - Can be found in Basic, Wide Single Striped, and Tribal Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Prime Sherbert (Red, Blue, and Yellow with Red Lights), Decadent Paradise (Burgundy, Slate Purple, and Silver with Red Lights) 

Regal Colors: Rhondochrosite (Magenta, Pink, and Pale Pink with Red Lights), Tropical Dusk (Burgundy, Amber, and Lavender with Red Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Grey, Red, Black and Blue with Red Lights; Peregrine Falcon), Shattered Glass (White, Red, Silver, and Dark Grey with Blue Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Nightscream (Black, Red, and Yellow with Red Lights), Golden Seeker (Gold, Copper, and Red with Red Lights) 

68. Thundercracker (Infiltrator) - Can be found in Basic, Narrow Double Striped, and Cheetah Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Futuristic (Blue, Grey, and Red with Red Lights), Dark Stone (Deep Blue, Black, and Slate with Red Lights) 

Regal Colors: Faded Dusk (Light Gray, Deep Blue and Orange with Orange Lights), 3D (Blue, Crimson, and Black with Red Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Dark Blue, White, Black, and Red with Red Lights; Cooper’s Hawk), Shattered Glass (Purple, Red, Green and Gold with Red Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Clear Blue (Light Blue, Blue, White, and Grey with Blue Lights), War Drone (Dark Yellow, Maroon, Dark Slate, and Silver with Red Lights) 

69. Skywarp (Scout) - Can be found in Basic, Ocelot, and Chevron Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Charoite (Purple, Black, and Deep Grey with Red Lights), Amethyst (Indigo, Gray, and Silver with Red Lights) 

Regal Colors: Imperial (Silver, Gold, and Purple with Purple Lights), Lavender Field (Lavender, Grey, and Green with Red Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Purple, White, Silver, and Lavender with Purple Lights; Harpy Eagle), Shattered Glass (Blue, Silver, Black, and Indigo with Blue Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Cowardly Clone (White, Purple, Black, and Pink with Red Lights), Battleworthy (Pink, Black, and Gold with Red Lights) 

70. Soundwave (Gatherer) - Can be found in Basic, Narrow Single Striped, and Triangular Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Showtime (Blue, Crimson, and Gold with Red Lights), Mosaic (Dark Blue, White, and Yellow with Red Lights) 

Regal Colors: Midnight (Dark Blue, Dark Purple, and Slate Purple with Purple Lights), Gothic Luxury (Black, Gold, and Crimson with Red Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Gold, White, Blue, and Crimson; Long-Eared Bat), Shattered Glass (White, Cerulean, and Green with Green Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Electromagnetic (Silver, Purple, Blue, and Teal with Red Lights), Talon Hunter (Slate, Blue, Brown, and Yellow with Yellow Lights) 

71. Brawn (Wrecker) - Can be found in Basic, Tobiano, and Tiger Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Prairie (Yellow, Camo Green, and Silver with Blue Lights), Zultanite (Camo Green, Windsor Tan, and Grey with Blue Lights) 

Regal Colors: Smoking Embers (Grey, Gold, and Orange with Orange Lights), Old Shed (Green, Dark Brown, and Black with Blue Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Brown, Tan, Green, and Grey with Green Lights; Musk Ox), Shattered Glass (Dark Green, Neon Green, Gold, and Silver with Orange Lights) 

Legendary Colors: X (Silver, Dark Green, Mint, and Red with Green Lights), Indestructible (Silver, Copper, Gold, and Green with Blue Lights) 

72. Yoketron (Healer) - Can be found in Basic, Tribal, and Saddled Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Hibiscus Trionum (White, Black, and Gold with Blue Lights), Monochrome (White, Black, and Grey with Blue Lights) 

Regal Colors: Howlite (White and Grey with Blue Lights), Lavish (Slate Gray, Burgundy, and Gold with Yellow Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Gold, White, Black, Yellow; Therizinosaurus), Shattered Glass (Black, Pale Gold, and Purple with Red Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Circuit-Su (White, Blue, Teal and Baby Blue with Blue Lights), Metallikato (Gold, Silver, and Orange with Yellow Lights) 

73. Warpath (Wrecker) - Can be found in Basic, Hexagonal, and Flames Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Harlequin (Red, Black, and White with White Lights), Ornament (Red, Silver, and Gold with Blue Lights) 

Regal Colors: Black Citrine (Black, Yellow, and Orange with Red Lights), Smelting Rock (Amber, Black, and Grey with Orange Lights)  

Rare Colors: Beast (Crimson, Deep Green, Black, and Yellow; Alligator), Shattered Glass (Blue, Dark Blue, and Black with Purple Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Battle Tank (Camo Green, Dark Grey, and Red with Blue Lights), Bunker Buster (Brown, Red, Orange, and Green with Green Lights) 

74. Hook (Healer) - Can be found in Basic, Mackerel, and Wide Single Striped Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Masquerade (Vivid Purple, Neon Green, and Dark Grey with Red Lights), Leather Coat (Windsor Tan, Neon Yellow, and Dark Grey with Yellow Lights) 

Regal Colors: Old Shed (Green, Dark Brown, and Black with Green Lights), Desert Bloom (Tan, Purple, and Yellow with Red Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Black, Green, Grey, and Purple with Green Lights), Shattered Glass (Red, White, Grey, and Silver with Blue Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Dark Servant (Black, Dark Purple, and Orange with Orange Lights), Construction (Yellow, Indigo, Orange and Black with Red Lights) 

75. Nightbird (Infiltrator) - Can be found in Basic, Tiger, and Tribal Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Poison Haze (Grey, Black, and Indigo with Yellow Lights), Dark Butterfly (Black, Indigo, Gold, and Light Grey with Purple Lights) 

Regal Colors: Raven Flock (Grey, Black, and Slate with Blue Lights), Azurite (Deep Blue, Copper and Black with Red Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Dark Grey, Silver, Purple, and Copper with Yellow Lights; Osprey), Shattered Glass (Red, Teal, and Copper with Blue Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Mercenary Motive (Purple, Lavender, Black, and Silver with White Lights), Metal Ninja (Copper, Gold, Black, and Purple with Red Lights) 

76. Jetfire (Gatherer) - Can be found in Basic, Flames, and Leopard Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Flag (White, Deep Blue, and Crimson with Blue Lights), Candlelight (Orange, Black, and Yellow with Yellow Lights) 

Regal Colors: Tiger’s Eye (Orange, Black, and Crimson with Red Lights), Shaded Canyon (Copper, Purple, and Black with Blue Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Light Orange, White, Brown, and Red with Red Lights; Atlas Moth), Shattered Glass (Black, Purple, Neon Green, and Silver with Green Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Sky Shadow (Tan, Black, Burgundy, and Yellow with Yellow Lights), Cross Faction (Black, Silver, Copper, and Gold with Red Lights) 

77. Jetstorm (Miner) - Can be found in Basic, Flames, and Mackerel Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Seaboard (White, Cool Black, and Navy Blue with Blue Lights), Dark Stone (Deep Blue, Black, and Slate with Blue Lights) 

Regal Colors: Smoking Embers (Grey, Gold, and Orange with Orange Lights), Royal Blue (Blue, Gold, and Teal with Blue Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Dark Blue, Teal, and Orange with Orange Lights; Dragonfly), Shattered Glass (Black, Green, Silver and Red with Red Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Baja Blaster (Black, Teal, and Orange with Blue Lights), Aquaspeeder (Teal, Red, Yellow, and Dark Blue with Pink Lights) 

78. Skyquake (Combatant) - Can be found in Basic, Narrow Double Striped, and Tiger Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Zultanite (Camo Green, Windsor Tan, and Grey with Red Lights), Komodo (Green, Orange, and Deep Grey with Red Lights) 

Regal Colors: Wire Jacket (White, Red, Green, and Black with Red Lights), Ammolite (Green, Yellow, and Red with Red Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Green, Dark Green, Red and Gold with Red Lights; Quetzalcoatlus), Shattered Glass (Orange, Gold, Dark Brown, and Silver with Blue Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Megavisor (Dark Teal, Orange, and Pink with Yellow Lights), Undead (Dark Brown, Grey, Dark Grey, and Brown with Purple Lights) 

79. Dreadwing (Combatant) - Can be found in Basic, Wide Single Striped, and Tiger Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Spatial Wonder (Blue, Gold, and Silver with Red Lights), Cobalt Aura (Dark Blue, Gold, and Purple with Red Lights) 

Regal Colors: 3D (Blue, Crimson, and Black with Red Lights), Purple Starling (Purple, Teal, and Silver with Red Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Light Blue, Dark Blue, Gold, and White with Orange Lights; Quetzalcoatlus), Shattered Glass (Red, Purple, Black and Orange with Blue Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Mirage’s Bane (Silver, Dark Grey, Pink, and Blue with Red Lights), Stealth Assault (Indigo, Teal, Black, and Orange with Red Lights) 

80. Ratchet (Healer) - Can be found in Basic, Tobiano, and Triangular Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Medic (Red and White with Blue Lights), Cards (White, Red, and Black with Blue Lights) 

Regal Colors: Crystal Spessartine (Orange, Burgundy, and White with Blue Lights), Vanadinite (White, Red, and Orange with Blue Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Orange, Black, White, and Red with White Lights; Red Panda), Shattered Glass (White, Purple, and Teal with Red Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Emergency (Neon Yellow, White, and Red with Blue Lights), Night Ops (Black, Neon Yellow, White, and Green with Green Lights) 

81. Lockdown (Infiltrator) - Can be found in Basic, Chevron, and Ocelot Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Night Vision (Black, Deep Green, and Neon Green with Red Lights), Raven Flock (Grey, Black, and Slate with Green Lights) 

Regal Colors: Moonlit Ocean (Dark Blue, Black and White with White Lights), Poltergeist (Black, Purple, and Grey with Purple Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Black, Green, Grey, and Red with Red Lights; Hybrid Baryonyx), Shattered Glass (Cerulean, Crimson, Black, and White with Blue Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Blazing Wheels (Black, Gold, Yellow, and Red with Red Lights), Bandit (Black, Blue, Teal, and Red with Red Lights) 

82. Fixit (Healer) - Can be found in Basic, Saddled, and Hexagonal Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Oriole (Orange, Amber, and Black with Blue Lights), Medic (Red and White with Blue Lights) 

Regal Colors: Bumblebee Jasper (Yellow, Black, and Blue with Blue Lights), Sunstone (Orange and White with Orange Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Tan, Orange, and Brown with Yellow Lights; Chinchilla), Shattered Glass (Light Blue, Grey, and Yellow with Red Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Cool Caretaker (Teal, Black, and Silver with Blue Lights), Rescue Patrol (White, Red, Black, and Cerulean with Blue Lights) 

83. Wheelie (Miner) - Can be found in Basic, Narrow Sports Striped, and Tobiano Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Inferno (Tangerine, Light Orange, and Black with Red Lights), Dragon’s Breath (Dark Brown, Orange, and Grey with Blue Lights) 

Regal Colors: Futuristic (Blue, Grey, and Red with Red Lights), Magical Betta (White, Blue, and Maroon with Red Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Orange, Grey, Maroon, and Burgundy with Green Lights; Ferret), Shattered Glass (Lavender, Slate, and Black with Red Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Wild Life (Yellow, Orange, and Teal, with Yellow Lights), Young Warrior (Red, Orange, Yellow, and Amber with Blue Lights) 

84. Thunderblast (Combatant) - Can be found in Basic, Tiger, and Cheetah Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Imperial (Silver, Gold, and Purple with Purple Lights), Decorum (Silver, Copper, and Indigo with Purple Lights) 

Regal Colors: Gabbro Merlinite (Indigo, Black, and Silver with Purple Lights), Morning Glory (Purple, Lavender, and Black with Purple Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Dark Purple, Indigo, and Grey with Red Lights; Whale Shark), Shattered Glass (White, Pink, and Lavender with Blue Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Another Life (Brown, Orange, and Silver with Red Lights), Cybertronian Leader (Gold, Black, Copper, and Lavender with Purple Lights) 

85. Optimus Prime (Leader) - Can be found in Basic, Flames, and Tribal Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Prime Sherbert (Red, Blue, and Yellow with Blue Lights), Crimson Rosella (Red, Blue, and Black with Blue Lights) 

Regal Colors: Wildfire (Amber, Red, and Dark Grey with Yellow Lights), Ornament (Red, Silver, and Gold with Blue Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Deep Grey, Red, Blue, and Silver; Silverback Gorilla), Shattered Glass (Purple, Dark Blue, Green and Black with Red Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Dark Guard (Black, Gold, Silver, and Blue with Blue Lights), Battle Core (White, Gold, and Silver with Blue Lights) 

86. Megatron (Leader) - Can be found in Basic, Tiger, and Chevron Patterns. 

Normal Colors: Warlord (Silver, Deep Grey, Black, and Crimson with Red Lights), Iris Diamond (Silver and Violet with Red Lights) 

Regal Colors: Treasure Ore (Silver, Gold, and Copper with Red Lights), Dragonborn (Red, Orange, and Yellow with Red Lights) 

Rare Colors: Beast (Purple, Camo Green, Copper, and Black with Red Lights; Tyrannosaurus), Shattered Glass (White, Black, Blue, and Red with Blue Lights) 

Legendary Colors: Shadow Blade (Black, Purple, and Lavender with Purple Lights), Sharkticon (Brown, Pink, Light Blue, and Purple with Green Lights) 

[silverstudios]

The Harlequin Harpy: Lord of the eternal twilight, Venice... ... @lethalcontracts made a dark souls Clay and I flippen LOVE souls games so of course I had to made Venice a darksoul boss too. I have NO idea where the harpy bird energy came form but it did and it just worked so I ran with it.

[random-blog-for-randomness]

So this is my new side blog, it will be the home of characters who don’t need their own blog.

Please if you want to rp with any of these characters, just send an ask : )

Characters

Rotor Evens

Grellok Nongrin

Snuffles Butterscotch

Brian

Scann

Forsaken

Crunch

Dyson Gearbreaker

Opp T. Mystic

01-IV-3 (Olive)

[johnconstantinejld]

Gotham Tales-Penguin

Tritsch-Tratsch Polka, Strauss. I felt tonight needed something comical. One of my personal favourites. Would you stay for the Radzetsky March? That insipid harlequin and her cloth-brained clown were out on the town but last week. His death from having his kidneys eaten out by the acid he fell in came tonight. He was found with a mouthful of blood. She slipped out of town to Doctor Isley’s garden. But, my dear flying rodent, remember that he trained her to be able to turn off her sane exterior when it suits her. She may be calm as a Cygnus olor mated for life, but she could be her successor. I would make sure you keep a seat at your little league for her.

Oh, don’t look at me like I didn’t know. I DO know. Allow me to remind you of the following. One of my favourite chefs was heard to laugh in my direction. The building his restaurant was in suddenly had a new owner who fired all the tenants. Then his girlfriend was deported. Then his best friend was arrested on charges of child pornography, despite claiming he was framed. Then a new tenant moved in next door to him and practiced electric guitar all hours of the day and night. His landlord refused to take his calls.

Then his church, of which he was an active member, suddenly developed an infestation of killer bees. Then, a park he relaxed in was rezoned and redeveloped. It was concrete last time I checked. And then the chef, who was a recovering alcoholic, saw a 24 hour liquor store had opened up across the street from his apartment. Within two months of losing his restaurant, he was found hanging in a public lavatory.

All. Because. He. Laughed.

Was it directed at me? Who can tell?

Consider that a very big deal, good sir. I don’t snitch on fellow rogues easily. But my territory is clearly defined. An emperor penguin will guard his egg, and even if he cannot find an egg, he will stand over a rock, just so he can fake to other penguins that he is doing work. Likewise, penguins are known to push other penguins into water to check if orcas or leopard seals are present.

You might say that’s me. I’ll push you, I’ll rob you of your egg, but you can be assured that you’ll be treated by the best.

What else is on? This Scarface is thankfully dead. I understand the little ventriloquist is actually cured of his obsession and is working for Mr Wayne. How about that? Now, that Mr Wayne could afford Batman’s equipment, and he has a motive if I remember well, but from the idle, vapid and slightly bumbling manner of his public persona, I don’t believe he could be the rodent.

Two Face is still inside. I lent him some books. See he returns them. Don’t want him kidnapped from his cell, do we?

Ah yes, that fascinating feline Catwoman is out and about, ensnaring men and tangling with the female rodent, the Batgirl, myotis lucifugus. Wrapping her little whip around the body. Of course, I have a problem with her. Cat and bird, you know. She stole a little jade statuette of a harpy eagle from my office. Its history was nothing of not, and it had carried no trap, but as I said, ‘One doesn’t steal from another rogue. It’s simply not on’. She’s probably going to pawn it for far less than it’s worth and get pittance. Make sure you get it back.

Remember, I don’t kill. It’s below me. But I can ruin lives.

Oh, and kindly let Commissioner Gordon know that his daughter can visit the Iceberg Lounge as she pleases. Any client who refers to her as freeloader will soon be met by my security detail.

Bon soir, chauve-soiris

Until we meet again.

[divinitea-cafe]

scooping this up, bc I LOVE tag games & getting to know folks :D There is no escape (unless you don't want to do it, or already have!! no pressure, lol) @soupdweller @luckyyyduckyyy @sinister-sincerely @midnight-mourning @r0b0-wannabe

@chickenchirps27 @craykaycee @wyervan @lurking-loaf @juukai

& @ YOU! (aka anyone who wants to!!)

What is your favorite color? I am being held hostage to say green, but between you and me, I really love burgundy, cornflower blue, and sunflower yellow :)

Describe the aesthetic of your favorite kind of jester. If you cannot vividly imagine a jester dancing in your head, describe any silly little guy that so strikes your interest. My favorite aesthetic has always been the ones with the classic two-tailed cap and bells & harlequin color splits! Cicero from Skyrim, Jinx from (the og) Teen Titans, even the protag & villain from Nights: Journey of Dreams-- tho I couldn't beat that game to save my life!

Tell me an animal fun fact you think is particularly neat did you know hamsters blink one eye at a time? o _ o u _ o

What is/was your favorite toy, either from childhood or now? as a kid, I always played with Littlest Pet Shops! I loved collecting them and making up storylines with friends :3 endless joy. Now, they are all displayed on a shelf! (for the cats to keep knocking off... Yayyy...)

What is your favorite word? You are entirely allowed to list multiple if too many are just so good, let's hear all your best words. hitt'em with the "yippie"

What is a line, section, or snippet you've written that you're particularly pleased with/proud of? Ohh, that's a tough one! I'm proud of the description of "Eclipse" reawakening in chapter 7 of playing along. weird guy :) " A phoenix in the dark, lifeless gray bursts into neon bright. Awash with crimson, sharp edges and whirling panels. The solar rays glow with molten intensity that leaves afterimages in your vision, as if staring directly at the sun. "

Favorite non-real creature? (Includes cryptids, fantasy creatures, mythical beasts, yokai, original species, monster, any creature that isn't real but still makes you go "Oh, this one is neat") I love the design aesthetic of kitsunes (Okami beloved), but beyond that--I adore seafolk, fairies, feathery angels/harpies... the list goes on and on!

Making my own silly tag game

Normal tag games don't have the questions I think are really important, so here are exactly seven questions I actually care about.

What is your favorite color?

Describe the aesthetic of your favorite kind of jester. If you cannot vividly imagine a jester dancing in your head, describe any silly little guy that so strikes your interest.

Tell me an animal fun fact you think is particularly neat

What is/was your favorite toy, either from childhood or now?

What is your favorite word? You are entirely allowed to list multiple if too many are just so good, let's hear all your best words.

What is a line, section, or snippet you've written that you're particularly pleased with/proud of?

Favorite non-real creature? (Includes cryptids, fantasy creatures, mythical beasts, yokai, original species, monster, any creature that isn't real but still makes you go "Oh, this one is neat")

@ your pals to politely request they tell you these fun things about themselves via reblog. @ as many people as you want. @ no one. @ yourself. @ an image of a funny horse. There are no rules here.

I will tag some of my pals here :) @venomous-qwille @eyndr-stories @writing-forever @aviul @ohno-the-sun @pillowspace @kc-wilson-art

[necromancy-inc]

he’s just a lil guy in need of hugs 🥺 ❣️

[forgwater]

Welcome All!

Wanna be mutuals?

-OC(s)-

Profile

-Fan Art-

Reverse Mermaid Style: Floyd Jade Azul Riddle Trey Cater(chibi/cartoonish style) Malleus Vil

Lucky Cat Grim

Chimera Grim

Possible Tattoos: Heartslabyul

Medusa Cater

Heartslabyul but they're birbs

Lilia, but he's only a bat's head(?)

5 of the Great 7 as the Muses from Hercules (+ Scar and Jafar)

Jade(in Snufkin partially inspired clothes + mushrooms)

Floyd + long tsum Floyd

punk Jade

biblically accurate LIlia tsum

Malleus

:D Jobs Devil (Obey Me!)

Porcelain Harlequin/Clown Diasomnia

Jade (The Mushroom Lad)

Malleus (he's just a little creechur.....)

Mermay Octavinelle

Rook <3

Jade (as Norman Bates)

-Fics-

Fics I wrote for other people's AU's(@/jackplushie)

My Fics:

Of Humans and Fae (general)Lilia Vanrouge x Reader: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader: Confession

Rook Hunt x Reader: C'est que du bonheur

Trying to stop Rook from terrorizing the NRC students, inspired by Steven the seagull (both romantic and platonic versions): part 1  part 2  part 3 part 4 part 5 Valentine's Day (but it's August) Valentine’s Day (and it is Valentine’s Day!)

Dire Crowley x Reader: The Flyer(1) Part 2 (harpy Dire)

Silver x Reader: A knight's duty

Welcome to Floyd's Nightmare: Revenge of the Shrimp (summary: mc is an actual shrimp and the only one that thinks it's weird is Floyd): the first post the fic itself

Cater Diamond x Reader: Bad Habit (club card inspired)

Cater Diamondx Reader: JK... unless? [request in which Cater teaches the reader how to play blackjack (...kinda)]

Vil Schoenheit x Reader: Soft Late Night Visit To The Kitchen

"Ah, yes. Me, my beloved Prefect and my lookalike tsum from another dimension." - headcanons - part 1 part 2 part 3

Possible AU

Off the Deep End and into the Abyss beginning

Bleeding Hearts Masterlist (yandere twst valentines special)

Cursed Emoji Pillow crackfic: part 1 part 2

The Victorian AU

The Night Raven Collective Homeowner Association

The Ramshackle Flat

The Heartslabyul Apartments

The Savanaclaw Villa

The Octavinelle Townhouses

The Scarabia Estate

The Pomefiore Manor

The Ignihyde Terrace Houses

The Diasomnia Castle

-Headcanons-

Lilia's name

Vil's tendency to call people potato

Rook's perfume

Floyd's nicknames: part 1 part 2 part 3

Jade and mushrooms

About fae aging and inviting them in

Is there an older and a younger twin?

This weird theory that I have

Explanation/Index Add On

The Ramshackle Prefect Heartslabyul Savanaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Ignihyde Diasomnia

Old Masterlist

[xjumbled-up-brainx]

This is a project I’ve been crafting for a while through my re-run of everything english dubbed Octonauts. A brand new A-Z list of EVERY SINGLE CREATURE THE OCTONAUTS HAVE EVER MET:

*Vegimalese*

What’s that Tunip, you and the Vegimals want to learn about even more creatures?

*Vegimalese*

Well, let’s go again!

The Octocomputer will show you all the creatures the Octonauts, and Octo Agents, have met, on both land and sea!

Cheepa Cheepa!

Anaconda 1

Albatross 2

Anemones 3

Angler Fish 4

Arapaima 5

Adele Penguins 6

Alligator 7

Amano Shrimp 8

Anteater 9

Arabian Camels 10

Armadillo 11

Bowhead Whale 12

Barracudas 13

Beluga Whales 14

Black Caiman 15

Blobfish 16

Blue Whale 17

Blue-head Wrasse… 18

Bottle Nose Dolphins 19

Bat 20

Baboons 21

Barnacle Goose 22

Bear 23

Black Giant Squirrel 24

Black Winged Stilt Bird 25

Blind Shrimp 26

Burmese Python 27

Brittle Stars 27

Bombardier Beetle 28 and

Bomber Worms 29

Capybara 30

Carrier Crab 31

Catfish 32

Conocono Crab 33

Conocono Crab?

Coconut Octopus! 34

Colossal Squid 35

Comb Tooth Blenny 36

Cone Snail 37

Cookie Cutter Shark 38

Cuttlefish 39

Convict Fish 40

Caiman 41

Caterpillar 42

Cave Fish 43

Cave Shrimp 44

Chameleon 45

Clam 45

Chinstrap Penguins 46

Chinese Mitten Crab 47

Christmas Tree Worms 48

Coelacanth 49

Coral Polyp 50

Coral Snake 51

Crawfish 52

Crocodile 53

Crow 54

Crown of Thorns Starfish 55

Dormice 56

Deer 57

Damselfish 58

Dogfish 59

Decorator Crab 60

Duck-Bill Platypus 61

Dwarf Lantern Shark 62

Eel 63

Electric Eel 64

Elephant 65 and Elephant Seal66

Elk 67

Egyptian Vulture 68

Emperor Penguin 69

Fiddler Crab 70

Frogfish 71

Fire Ants 72

Flamingoes 73

Flying Fish 74

Flying Fox 75

Fruit Bats 76

Giant Clam 77

Giant Comb Jelly 78

Giant Isopod 79

Giant Spider Crab 80

Giant Squid 81

Giant Grass Carp 82

Giant Pacific Octopus 83

Giant Panda 84

Giant Weta 85

Golden Coral 86

Golden Mole 87

Giraffe 88

Garden Eel 88

Gray Whale 89

Grey Reef Shark 90

Grouper 91

Guard Crab 92

Gull 93

Great White Shark 94

Gulper Eel 95

Hammerhead Shark 96

And Harbor Seal 97

(Inhale hoo inhale hoo)

Harlequin Duck 98

Harpy Eagle 99

Hippos 100

Hoatzin 101

Honey Badger 102

Hornbill 103

Hourglass Dolphins 104

Howler Monkeys 105

Hyenas 106

Hermit Crab 107

Humpback Whale 108

Humphead Parrotfish 109

(Slower) Humu-humu-nuku-nuku-a-pua-a! Haha! 110

Ice worms 111

Iguanas 112

Indochinese Tiger 113

Immortal Jellyfish, 114

Jellyfish 115

Jaguar 116

Jawfish, 117

Kangaroos 118

Kea Parrots 119

Kelp, Fish 120

Leatherback Sea-Turtle 121

Loggerhead Sea-Turtle 122

Lemon Shark 123

Longfin Eels 124

Leopard 125

Lions 126

Lion Fish 127

Lions Mane Jellyfish 128

Long Arm Squid… 129

Leafy Sea Dragon 130

Mangrove crabs 131

Mantis Shrimp 132

Martens 133

Microbe 134

Monarch Butterfly 135

Mound coral 136

Mountain Goats 137

Mud Skipper 138

Moray Eel 139

Mimic Octo-Pus! 140

Marine Iguanas 141

Manta Ray 142

Mana (Mana?) Mana (Mana?) pause. Manatee…! (Clears throat)3

Narwhal 144

Needlefish 145

Nile crocodile 146

Nile monitor lizards 147

Nine banded armadillo 148

Nutria 149

Okapis 150

Omuras whale 151

Orca 152

Oarfish 153

Octopus 154

Prowfish 155

Pelicans 156

Polar Bear 157

Pilot Fish 158

Parrotfish 159

Piranhas 160

Porcupine Puffer 161

Porcupine 162

Puffin 163

Pangolin 164

Pikas 165

Pin-tailed whydahs 166

Poison dart frog 167

Pygmy 3 toed sloths 168

Quino checkerspot butterflies 169

Queens-land-Lung-fish 170

RedRock Crabs 171

Reef Lobsters 172

Remipedes 173

Remora Fish 174

Rainbow blanket octopus 175

Rats 176

Raven 177

Red deer 178

Red eye tree frogs 179

Red fox 180

River Dolphin 181

Rock climbing gobies 182

Ruffed grouse 183

Sand grouse 184

Sand viper 185

Screaming piha 186

Seals 187

Sehuencas water frogs 188

Squid 188

Skinks 189

Skua bird 190

Skull Spiders 191

Snail 192

Spinner dolphins 193

Suckermouth catfish 194

Sun bear 195

Sunflower Star 195

Sunfish 196

Surfing Snail 197

Sailfish 198

Sardines 199

Salt-water croc-o-dile 200

Sea gulls 201

Sea squirts 202

Sea tulips 203

Sea Otter 204

Sea Pig 205

Sea Skater 206

Sea Snail 207

Sea Snake 208

Sea Sponge 209

Sea Urchin 210

Sea Horses 211

Siphonophore 212

Slime Eel 213

Snapping Shrimp 214

Sperm Whale 215

Spook Fish 216

Sea Star 217

Surgeon Fish 218

Swordfish 219

Shovel Nosed-Guitar Fish 220

Swell (sigh) Shark (sigh) 221

Snot Sea (panicked) Cucumber! 222

Tiger shark 223

Tokay Geko 224

Toucan 225

Tree frogs 226

Tree lobsters 227

Tree snails 228

Trout 229

Turtles 230

Tulum cave remipede 231

Tube Worms 232

Triggerfish 233

Tor-pedo Ray…! 234

U: You? Me? Me? You? V!

Vampire Squid 235

Vent Shrimp 236

Vole 237

Watchman goby 238

Water dikkops 239

Weasel 240

Wisent 241

Wolves 242

Wood louse 243

Wolf Eel 244

Whale Shark 245

Walrus 246

Water Bears 247

Weddell Seal 248

Whale Louse 249

White-Tip-Shark 250

X: Xylophone solo!

Yellow bellied sea snakes 251

Yeti Crab 252

Zebra 253

Zebra fish! 259

Dadadada!

[thatonewannabedragon]

OSMP!Tommy is a Harlequin Macaw looking raptor harpy just saying-

(I know its not perfect but I'm tired of working on it and I'm still getting used to coloring on digital again.)

Anyways my brain spawned this cause Tommy said he didn't have wings like Phil and liked membraine wings like flying squirrels, so this was my brains compromise. It also makes sense for him to be a raptor lookin thing cause thats where chickens came from (i think), and his new boosts to his origins.

Heres a bonus feral doodle I did while trying to work out the face:

I'm gonna do my Phil next cause I have a stupid mini comic I wanna do with them.

[stevienix]

First time doing Timelapse:D

[siconetribal]

Put it on My Tab 11

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning: Frustration, Celebration, and Coffee Inhalation

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

Please comment, like, share, and reblog! If you'd like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

If you’re new to the story, please check out the master post for the rest of the chapters or find chapter one here.

The apartment was silent, broken only by the occasional shouting, shooting, and sirens. For anyone living in Gotham City, especially the rougher parts, this was all white noise. A day of actual  silence was a blessing that no one dared to question. Today was not one of those nights. In fact, it was noisier than most, which usually meant trouble was closer than usual. None of that mattered to Y/N as she sat cross armed and cross-legged on the worn out sofa, staring down at her phone that lay on the coffee table before her.

Seconds had turned to minutes which quickly became an hour which was now nearing two as she sat there stone still. Since coming home from her shift, she had perched herself on the couch as if to judge the cellular device that was placed on the stand. There was now a new number on her phone. Nine new digits under the contact name: Your Hero and a message thread that held one text saying ‘hi’ from her phone to this person. 

The same person with the mesmerising blue eyes that looked like they held the secrets of life itself, tinged with sadness and pain. Tall, muscular but not overly bulky but certainly much bigger than her, with black hair that had a high contrast streak of white in the front. The same interrogative gentleman who saved her from the drink and Matias. The very person who had her drowning in 4k worth of debt to the hotel for room damage. Thrice he appeared out of nowhere and twice were to save her from serious trouble. The one and only silver tongued Wonder Boy who was into books and video games.

“Who just shows up to save someone on time like that? Is he really some sort of self-proclaimed hero?” She muttered to herself, unfolding her arms to rest her chin in one of her palms.  “What do I do now? Do I text him? Should I ask about the room? How do I even bring that up without him claiming I’m some liar trying to squeeze money out of him? It’s not like I knew he was a Wayne! I didn’t sit there and memorise all their faces, and just hoped to the high heavens one had a decent enough personality to save me. I didn’t even want to go to the reunion! Do I just wait for him to text me? He did say he was going to text me, but do I just believe that? When is that going to happen? What did I even say yes to?!” She threw her arms up in frustration and ruffled her hair. “What the hell am I supposed to do?!” She let out a heavy sigh of frustration, staring up at the dated popcorn ceiling as she slumped back into her seat, laying her head on the top of the cushion. Today is going to be a long day. She blinked a few times, fatigue getting the best of her. Forcing herself to stand up, she grabbed her phone and made her way to her bedroom. Sleep was the only answer after such a hectic night shift.

“Tonight, we celebrate, Magnus ol’ buddy!” Jason grinned, snapping the elastic band of the party hat under the stone chin. “Yours truly has managed to not only find her,” he walked away and paused for suspense, turning with ease to face his rock friend once more. “But also get her number and her name! Sure, I got it off her name tag, but I plan on getting it from her directly!” He grinned from ear to ear as he walked back, waving the lit up phone screen in its face as he leaned against Magnus. “Sorry I haven’t been around to update ya on things, I had to help with shit on the other side of the city for the last couple of weeks. At least it wasn’t boring. But that’s beside the point, I finally got something on her before she got on me! Man, you should’ve seen the look on her face! I left her speechless!” He puffed his chest with pride as he plopped down onto his usual seat by Magnus, opening up the rolled up paper bag.

He pulled out a large order of fries, setting it sideways in Magnus’ mouth for easy access before grabbing the burger beneath it, his drink set between them and his helmet just within reach. Batburgers were the perfect on-the-go late night celebratory food. He was not scheduled to be on patrol today, but no one told him what to do. He just merely agreed with decisions for the most part, today was just one of difference of opinion. Let the Batman rant and rave, Jason would not let anyone take away his victory.

“So, what was the last thing we talked about? Ah, right! Some mobsters were causing shit thinking I wasn't around to crack skulls. Fucking dumbasses,” he rolled his eyes and took a hearty bite of his burger. “The look of shock on their faces, you’d think they saw a ghost! I know I’ve died a few times, depending on what stories you follow, but I’m still flesh and blood. Of course, they tried to fix that, thinking they had a chance. They never learn, and that's why they always fucking lose. When I ran shit, I was smart about it. Throwing muscle mindlessly is a waste. You can't educate the brainless though. I had to make sure to do a proper job, and couldn't leave just anyone to send the message. Things should be quiet over there for a bit which gives me the chance to actually reach out to Y/N.”

“Y/N, huh? That’s a pretty name.” A familiar voice held an annoying lilt to it. Jason’s eyebrow twitched as he took a sip of his soda.

“Whaddya want, Dickwing?” He grumbled.

“What, can’t an older brother come check in on his AWOL younger brother?” Nightwing placed a hand over his heart and hung his head. “You wound me, little brother.” He frowned, noticing the party hat on the gargoyle. “And to have a party without inviting me? I am doubly hurt! Maggie has a hat and fries!”

“Magnus is important. He doesn’t say stupid shit like you are now.” Jason scoffed, taking one of the crispy golden potato sticks.

“Margrave can’t say anything. I still think you should see someone about this unhealthy relationship you have with this heap of concrete.” Nightwing knocked two knuckles against it before taking a seat beside Jason. “So, who is Y/N, and why are you texting her? Where did you meet? Should I be worried, and for whom between the two of you?”

“Shut up,” the younger former Robin grumbled. “You better not fucking do anything or I’ll kill you.” He warned Nightwing quickly raising his hands up in surrender. “She's the girl I was trying to find about the whole hotel fiasco.”

“The one where you broke the simple coffee machine and ruined the room, leaving her with a huge bill to clear?” He smirked as Jason scowled.

“Yes, that one. Keep it up, see what happens.” He grumbled.

“Alright, alright! So, you finally found her, hm? That's good, you can give her the money and move on finally. You won't have some rando holding that over you anymore. Did you get the money sent to her already?”

Jason knew that was what he needed to do and that was the whole purpose of trying to find her. Give her the money and move on. There was no use or reason to delay. The sooner he paid, the sooner she was free to move on as well. Being involved any more than necessary was a danger to her and a burden on him. And yet, the thought alone left a bitter taste in the back of his mouth. 

Y/N was witty and funny, easy to approach and talk to even if it was just nonsense. He wanted to keep talking to her, and not just through a computer screen. He wanted to know more about her day, the crazy customers, and the shenanigans of her and Citlalli. He wanted to sit and drink coffee or tea or whatever she drank and discuss books, plan little gaming raids, or just talk about life. He knew nothing about her. 

I could just look it up now that I know her name and place of employment. I could find out everything about her and clear up the mystery that is her, feed the curiosity and be done with it…but I don't want to. Not only that, but I want to hear it from her, organically. Even if I did read all there is, I'd want to hear it from her. 

“Earth to Jason, are you there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. I’m just thinking.”

“You, thinking? Oh man, that isn’t good. Should I be expecting a second duffle bag incident?”

“Duffle bag what? No, that was one time, you guys need to learn to let it go!” He rolled his eyes.

“It’s pretty hard to just let go of the fact that your younger brother was carrying eight heads stuffed in a gym bag.” Nightwing scoffed. “Excuse me for being a little concerned.”

“It was one time!” He let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m not some psycho serial killer or something. If you’re here to rain on my parade, you can fuck off! This is why I didn't invite you, Magnus knows how to read a balcony. It’s clearly a party.” He motioned to the shiny pointy hat on said gargoyle’s head. “Also, aren’t you on patrol? Quit slacking off and go.”

“Alright, alright, I’ll leave! I can tell when I’m not wanted!” Nightwing let out a heavy sigh as he stood up. “Unloved and thrown away like last week’s newspaper.” He sniffled loudly. “I see how it is!” He threw his head back with the back of his hand to his forehead.

“If you get it, then leave.” Jason grumbled, opening up the wrapper of his second burger. “Thanks, for the assist.” He mumbled before taking a bite. Nightwing had just barely heard the words, but smiled nonetheless.

“Anytime, Little Red,” he chuckled before vanishing into the night. 

Over the course of the next two weeks, Y/N picked up every and all shifts that she could possibly find to help clear the money owed. Citlalli was great in helping her find work, while away and on her return. The return of the boisterous and flamboyant Citlalli was like sunshine after weeks of doom and gloom rain, refreshing and much needed. Y/N had been keeping herself too busy to even think, and Citlalli’s return was a great distraction, but also a great sounding board on what to do. She had told her dear friend all about her encounter with her troublesome cousin and the return of her expensive hero. Citlalli was not thrilled to hear about her cousin’s antics, and had quickly informed their boss of what transpired. She also insisted that Y/N should wait for him to text, since that is what he said he would do. The task was simple enough, validating the decision she had been leaning towards as is. 

However, that was then. Two weeks and some days had gone by, and nothing. Utter radio silence from him. No sudden appearances, even though Matias did come by some times to try to get her attention. And her online gaming partner was also MIA. Arkham_Knight said it would be about a week, but there was no movement or notice from him either. It was driving her crazy to just sit and wait for both of them.

The next time I see him, I’m going smack him! How do you tell someone you’re going to message them and just don’t?! Especially after you made sure to get my number to send details, what details?! She wanted to scream, but she was on the clock. It was another graveyard shift and the café was dead. Everything had been cleaned spotless and anything that needed to be restocked was done. She even went through the inventory to make a list of what needed to be reordered soon. With nothing left, she took a seat on the stool and pulled out her book since there was nothing else to do.

As soon as she cracked it open, there was the sound of glass shattering. She reflexively ducked for cover as the window shards went flying everywhere. She could hear the sounds of a struggle at the crunch and scratch of the pieces, a muffled frantic voice followed by a calmer, more exasperated one.

“I told you we could do this the easy way or the hard way, you chose the hard way.” The young male voice flippantly spoke. “Now, tell me what I need to know. I can keep this up all night if I have to, I’ve got nowhere else to be.” 

And I just cleaned the whole place! Y/N scowled at her turn of luck, carefully closing her book and placing it aside. What am I supposed to do in this situation?! I can’t exactly greet them and ask what they would like to order, who knows what they’ll do to me. Wasn’t his place supposed to be ‘crime free’? So much for that promise, thanks for nothing Gotham politicians! She grumbled to herself, slowly lifting her head to just above the counter to see who was responsible for destroying the cafe. She was surprised to see it was one of the famous caped crusaders of Gotham City. Red Robin, here? With who? She tried to get a look of the captured person but her attention was caught by the sound of crunching glass and she ducked quickly for brief moment.

“Did we get it?”

Nightwing? Well damn, I know I said I wanted something to happen, but this was not what I had in mind. She slowly stood up from her hiding spot after shifting over to right so that the machines would help hide her for a little longer.

“Not yet, but looks like he’s just about ready.” Red Robin answered, looking over his shoulder at Nightwing, catching sight of Y/N’s hat in the process. “Looks like we have an audience.”

What do I do? What do I do? Y/N’s eyes darted from side to side trying to find a place to run, but she was boxed in and there was no way she would outrun one of them. With no options of escape, she slowly walked towards the register so she was more visible with both her hands up. “I’m unarmed, I’m just an employee here.” She forced herself to speak calmly and clearly.

“An employee here, where are we?” Nightwing quickly surveyed the location and realized they had come crashing through an actual business and not one of the under construction buildings. “So he ran here hoping to be seen by someone.” He muttered.

“See what? I don’t see anything, except for two potential customers debating if they want to order.”

“Smart girl,” Red Robin answered, turning to face her after tying up the guy on the floor. The two vigilantes walked up to the counter and looked up past Y/N to see what was available. While Red Robin realized where they were, Nightwing realized something else. She noticed and looked down to see it was at her name tag.

“Y/N, that’s a pretty name.” He grinned. “I think we will order something, Y/N. What do you say?”

“Red Eye with two shots of espresso and some steamed milk, large.” The order came out quick, a slight eagerness in the tone. Y/N could not help but stare at the younger of the two masked males.

“I’m guessing you like coffee, and strong at that.”

“It helps when working the night.” He stood a little straighter.

“Riiiight, I’m not judging. I work in a café.” She shrugged, dropping her arms since she needed to make the order. “And you, Mr. Nightwing?”

“Mead Raf for me, medium is fine.”

“To go, or did you plan on staying to chat? We’re a 24-hour café, though I suppose I need to have you leave, since I need to clean up all the glass.” She motioned to the floor.

“Ah yes, sorry about that, Y/N. We’ll have it to go so you can get to cleaning.” Nightwing chuckled, amused by how she was handling the situation. The two watched her as she carefully made the drinks, making sure no glass managed to find its way behind the counter or into the coffee. 

“One large Red Eye with two shots of espresso and steamed milk and one medium Mead Raf. Is that all?” The vigilantes looked between one another and nodded their heads. “Alright, here you go. Consider it a small thanks for doing your best to keep us safe. You sure you don’t want anything to eat? Or are you not allowed to eat on the job?”

“There are no rules about that, we just gotta keep our hands free as much as possible. Thank you, Y/N.” He smiled at her name. He noticed the corners of her lips tug downwards. “Is something wrong?"

“Hm? No, nothing.” I’m overthinking it. He’s probably saying my name to make sure I know that he knows my name now and if I say anything, it’ll be easy to find me. “I’m a snacker, so I guess not having something on hand seems a bit cruel.”

“It’s annoying, but we need to be able to react quickly.” Red Robin agreed, taking his cup and taking a rather big drink from it. She tried to stop him, but could only watch. He was not the first to drink burning hot coffee in front of her, but it was always strange to see. Nightwing was not as crazy, he waited for a bit before sipping his drink.

“Perfect,” he smiled in approval. “Thanks again, Y/N, and here, something for your troubles.” He winked, slipping something into the tip jar before grabbing the tied up man. “Until next time,” he flashed her a grin as Red Robin held the door open and the two walked out as if they had not just come crashing through one of the windows.

She looked down at the tip jar to see what looked to be a $100 bill and something else. Do they get paid to do this job, or is this from a day job? Where the hell did he even keep this money? I don’t see any room for pockets in his suit, but then again, it’s all black. Red Robin did have a belt, maybe he holds the change? Her focus then shifted her attention to the glass littering the floor and sighed, there was no way she was going to be able to run the rest of the shift like this. Locking the doors, she grabbed the cleaning supplies and called her boss, letting him know of the situation at hand. “Well, at least it wasn’t dull.” She muttered as she got to cleaning until her boss got there to have the window temporarily patched up.

[ambrial-blog]

The Corpse Undeath the Hanging Tree

Years ago Striker, a ruthless outlaw takes the seven rings of hell by storm. In a tragic twist of fate the gunslinger was struck down by a Goetic commander and nobleman. As the commander and chief stood over the dying cowboy, the imp spits up into his face: a look of defiance shines in his eyes.

A gruff voice rumbles: like a thunderstorm through the stagnant air. "you may have everyone fooled beast, but you will never fool me" hisses the Serpent Cowboy. As The Goeita Prince stomps on his chest causing the snake imp's body to bounce as he wheezes in pain.

Blood blooms spreading across the wrangler's chest, as Striker coughs up blood on his hands and knees.

His mouth stained red with blood he snarls up at his killer. Striker could feel his consciousness slowly slipping away.

The taste of hot copper curdles at the back of his throat. With shaking arms he levels his guns at the large Goeita.

A look of meaningless pity flashes in the prince's eyes. Hard ruby eyes pierce the cowboy with their chilling gaze. He couldn't have the resistance kindling again: sparks of a revolution. The cowboy needed to be made into an example.

The commander couldn't risk having word get out to the main house. Stolas sneers down at the pale skinned imp watching as light fades from the gunslinger's eyes before smirking coldly down upon him raising up his sword he buries it into the Outlaw's chest. The Owl Prince drags the imp down into the gully, and into the dead woods leaving a trail of blood in his wake. Gripping the cowboy's shoulder he snaps it back until he could hear a sickening pop. Stolas grips Striker by his jaw lifting him up in the air: as a long talon traces his eyes. Striker let's out a blood-curdling scream as the commander digs his long talons into his eyes, ripping them out he places them into a velvet bag. The Owl prince smiles licking the blood from the imps face before dropping the corpse into a shallow grave underneath a hangman's noose. He buries the legendary Cowboy face down in the dirt. Leaving the Cowboy's body to rot.

As the years passed, and the revolution was forgotten, a family of grifters were trotting along in an old gothic style coach. Imps were sold into slavery and Blitzo was set to marry Stolas against his will. Bequeathed to an Overlord of greed upon his mother's deathbed. The crimson imp was at the mercy of the king of greed and his zany son Fizzorolli.

Masters of mind bending illusions this crooked family had the audacity to hoodwink one of the most credible families within the lust Ring.

Strongly believing that they could bleed out the Goeita bloodline by weaseling in one of their own.

The wedding arrangements were going to be settled on, upon their arrival to the Goeita estate. Who better to marry the ditsy blueblood than their very own loveless Harlequin.

Blitzo stares gloomily out through the painted glass panes of the carriage. Watching as the rain poured down from the skies wearing a dour expression on his face: like he was going to a funeral rather than attending his own wedding.

The plan was a simple one, get the feathered bird brained to fall for his whimsical charms. Then upon the night of their honeymoon, while Stolas was distracted, he'd poison him with untraceable toxins, the plan was flawless.

Fizzorolli would help Blitzo rehearse for months on end: he'd crawl between Blitzo's legs acting drunk, sqeezing Blitzo's thigh. Fizz grips Blitzo's head. Sucking on his tongue. Fizz runs his hands down the harlequin's thighs. As Blitzo hums into the kiss.

"Let's take it from the top" Fizz says taking off his clothes.

-

Lady Estella Everclaw, was the pivotal Lady in waiting. She was Stolas's childhood sweetheart. She let her jealousy rule her turning her into a cantankerous, vexing harpy.

A blight on the dreary town of Evermore. Estella was smart as a whip and devious too. As her obsession with the young nobleman grew.

Her love for the grim prince would turn fatal.

-

Fortunately for both Fizzorolli and Blitzo, Lord Mammon had the Goeita King and his lascivious Queen wrapped around his little pinky. King Atlas and Queen Avery wanted to get their greedy claws onto Lord Mammon's vast fortunes. The King of Greed, the Jester of Lewdness: wasn't as poor as he acclaimed to be. He was a greedy man seizing opportunities where he saw fit.      

-

They soon arrived: and was greeted by the King and Queen: Blitzo stood stock still as the King and Queen silently passed judgement upon him. This was the day the Harlequin had dreaded the most, and subsequently it was also the day that Lord Mammon and his son were pushing for, and grooming Blitzo for years.

The scarlet imp groans dragging his feet through the threshold leading into a massive den: A burning hearth: sat ablaze nestled in the corner: the melodic sound of the grand piano filled the room.

The imp was stalling hoping that one, if not both would change their minds. Blitzo couldn't ignore the unsettling feeling: the unbridled dread washing over him: screaming at him to run.

But with one critical eye and a pointed look from his "Father" the young harlequin enters the family den. Coming to stand behind Stolas who had his back poised and turned to the little devil. The owl prince sat at a grand Piano his eyes shut immersed in the music his nimble fingers were flying over the keys. He was appalled at his parents for even considering going through with an arranged marriage.

There was no need, they weren't dirt poor this wasn't the stone-age. But then again try telling that to King Atlas and his Queen who were money hungry aristocrats.

Were they skirting the barrel again? was King Atlas double-dipping he knew his father had a gambling problem and his mother loved the lavished life: full of dictum and poise.

Prince Stolas: was a cold blooded killer, his hands were stain with the blood of a filthy imp and here he was expected to marry one-.

The tiny imp was small 6'5 with crimson flesh: with tiny scars marring his body, his eyes were made of kindling fires: he had a bombastic personatly that threatened to consume the cold hearted prince.

It didn't take long for Blitzo to wheedle his way into the prince's icy heart using his impish charms and wit. -

In his own opinion, it worked a little too well, if you were to ask Blitzo. Infatuation caved way into dark temptation: lust melted away into obsession. Unfortunately for the commanding prince it was all one-sided. Blitzo knew if he didn't partake in the absurdness of this situation than Lord Mammon and Fizzorolli would make his life a living hell. The Harlequin was creeped out but found that he had no choice in the matter between the late night booty calls, the inane baby-talk: he was made to suffer through and the obnoxious random phone calls late at night when everyone else got to sleep: was enough! he'd kill that squawking bird and make it look like an accident if he got one more booty call.

On one cold and blustery night as the frost was creeping in, getting ready to settle for the long season. The fireplace crackled and popped; the floorboards creaked and moaned. Blitzo had spent months cooped up in the Goeita estate under the scrutiny of the King and queen and other unnamed nobles. Between their hushed voices that burns through his ears and the looming wedding that was a catastrophe waiting to happen. Blitzo was getting cold feet. He paced the den, listening to Stolas. As the aristocrat played the piano, ignoring his distraught fiancé.

The scarlet imp couldn't stand it. His thoughts were running rampant. Stolas paused in his playing to give the imp a scathing look. The Harlequin was thinking about running away, abandoning his family. "If you're leaving, I expect you home by five tonight. Don't be late Blitzy," Blitzo pauses, looking at the prince. It was as if Stolas could read his mind. "They all run eventually. Why should you be any different, and once were married little imp, your wings will be the first thing I clip,"

With that, Blitzo darted out of the room: he fled into the Dead Woods But, a pair of insidious eyes leers out from the shadows, watching the imp flee into the woods. Blitzo heard manic footfalls. He peers back in time to see Fizzorolli barreling into him.

Fizz slams into him hard with enough force to knock the wind from his lungs, Slamming Blitzo into the rough bark of a dying tree. He snarls in his face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Screams Fizzorolli before throwing him onto the ground, littered with fallen leaves. Fizz crawls on top of him, punching Blitzo across the face. Blood splatters across the dead leaves as he captures Blitzo's hands, holding them above his head. He leers menacingly down as Blitzo tries to block against his brother's destructive tirade. His eyes widen: fearful of what his brother was about to do. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? He growls into Blitzo's face. "Were so close, BlitzO stick to the plan," Fizz snarls, nipping his nose, before leaning down to capture Blitzo's mouth in a sinful kiss. "A few more weeks, my little Harlequin, and will leave with a handsome dowry," Blitzo hums into the kiss. His tongue slides into fizz's mouth as the clown coaches him along. Blitzo breaks away, turning his head.

"I can't Fizz," he says. "Don't make me marry him. He's vile, crude and the way he talks to me" Blitzo shudders beneath his brother. Fizzorolli takes Blitzo's thumb into his mouth and suckles. "Enough BlitzO!" Fizz growls, pressing his mouth to Blitzo's, ensnaring Blitzo's tongue with his teeth. "Remember dear brother, he is just a quick cash grab: whatever hideous habits he has you'll have to put up with and don't go falling in love with anyone but me" "Your mine, bequeathed to my father upon your mother's deathbed," Fizz growls. His hot breath coasting along Blitzo's neck. The Harlequin's body shudders as he squirms beneath the jester.

Fizzorolli wedges his knee between Blitzo's legs, resting his kneecap on the Harlequin's abdomen. Trapping the loveless clown beneath him. "Think of the money BlitzO, we'd be set for life, you, me and Mammon and if I wanted to, I could send you away upstate to that college you've been drooling over," Fizz purrs into his ears trying to sweeten the deal.

Fizz licks the shell of his ear before ripping open his jacket. Blitzo watches as his brass buttons fly in every direction. "Mammon would never allow you to do such a thing," Blitzo counters, his eyes hardening on Fizz as he tries to sit up. The dubious clown pushes him back down on a bed of leaves. Tearing open his shirt, watching as Blitzo's nipples hardened from the cold. His hot breath washed over Blitzo's chest, causing the imp to shudder and writhe beneath him.

Fizz captures Blitzo's neck: nipping and gnawing, teasing and taunting. Knowing exact ally what do to cause a reaction. He kisses his neck, leaving little love bites that would turn into welts by the morning. His hand scrapes down the slope of Blitzo's chest. He could feel the imp purring. "You leave daddy dearest to me and don't forget your place. You belong to me, my little Harlequin. It would be a shame if you ended up like your sister. The jester sneers into his ear. Blitzo grits his teeth. "Barbie-Wire," he whispers, his heart plummeting. He had found her splayed out and naked: her thighs were coated in seamen, her chest was littered with Knicks and bite marks. Her womb was evisorated, her face mangled.

Fizzorolli grips Blitzo's by the jaw, bringing him up, so that he was staring into his eyes which flickered with animosity. "Never lose sight of your goals, little brother," Fizz warns, licks the tears from his face. "Get your ass back there before those overgrown vultures start to congress around. "You blow our cover, little brother. A late night booty call will be the least of your worries, Fizz orders, running his fingers down Blitzo's chest. "Now I have to go fuck a Goeita's brains out. She's snooping around and getting a little too close for my comfort." "

"Don't blow this for me little one, or you'll end up in the hospital again" Fizz warns, his steeling green eyes raking over Blitzo's lithe form. He unbuckles his belt reaching out he grips Blitzo by the shirt and drags him along the hollow ground: deeper and deeper he takes the Harlequin, who is kicking and screaming into the forest. Shredding his brother's clothing and strewing it through the forest. As Blitzo scrambles, He lays him underneath the Hangman's noose, spreading his legs. Blitzo peers up at the swinging noose as Fizz's arm wraps around him. He could feel the tip of Fizz's member penetrate him. The imp cries out in pain, twisting in his brother's mechanical arms. Faster and faster, Fizz drives into him, unrelenting. His stomach curdles as Blitzo tries to get away. Fizzorolli pulls out only to thrust back in: Blitzo screams, his cries muffled by dead leaves. It felt like hours beneath the hangman's tree where his brother continuous violented him. There was greed and poeession in every thrust. Splitting pain erupts, causing the Harlequin to curl up into himself.

Fizz bit savagely into the crevice of his neck, feeling the warm blood pool in his mouth as he rode out his omasum. Leaving Blitzo cold and wet, his hands tied with a chord of rope behind his back. Hanging from the noose of the Hangman's tree. Poised on his toes, he was left to think by the malicious clown.

_

Blitzo works his hands feverishly, while trying to maintain his balance. His could feel his hands growing numb as blood trickles down his neck. His heart was pulsating in his chest. He stood previously on a rotting log, the same log he was fucked over. Blitzo closes his eyes, feeling an icy chill go through his naked body. "Come back when you're ready to apologize to the prince," Fizzorolli's voice echoes in his head.

Working his wrists, Blitzo wipes the blood dribbling out from his mouth on his arm. "Oh God, that was close," he thought as the rope fell to the ground, pulling his head from the noose before the rotting log collapsed into itself, sending them flailing into the dead leaves. Blitzo's eyes darken as he went about retrieving his clothes. The imp winces in pain, pulling on his pants. Bending down, he picks up a little black box: Tilla's wedding rings, gleams brightly in the grim forest. Blitzo took a shuddering breath. He didn't want to face anyone right now. Not is his current condition, he doubted Stolas would care; he knew Mammon would just narrow his eyes at him and make him run a gauntlet of aerials when they got back to Loo-Loo-land.

Blitzo hisses as he looks around for a ravine to wash himself in. Since he was left to his own devices, he made the best of it by rehearsing his vows. Hollow, meaningless vows.

He pictures Stolas, standing in the window peering out into the dead woods: a haughty expression on his face. "nothing warm and fuzzy there" Blitzo mutters to himself. As he fumbles across his lines.

The thought of his sister left a sour taste in his mouth. She didn't deserve that. But Mammon just brushed her away. He didn't care about the siblings. Just what they could provide for him. And, when he realized which twin had talent: it was all downhill for Blitzo. Luckily, Mammon saw Barbie-Wire as a lady of the night.

He was quick to pair his son up with the remaining twin. "now if he wanted to go to college to get away from the psycho circus of a family, he'd have to play by their rules. He envisioned the university lead by Charlie Morningstar. His freedom was days away, so with determination he tosses the ring up and catches it. Moonlight shone above him, and he could see the King and Queen reflected in the stumps, ahead of him: a gnarled root sticking up out of the dirt, near the old  gully.

"With this hand, I shall lift your sorrows." "Your cup will never empty, for I shall be your wine." "With this candle I shall light your way in darkness," "And, with this ring, I ask you to be mine.

[cursed-saphire-hart]

Here's the Ew Hazbins!!

FINALLY DONE WITH THE W.I.P good lord. Tom and Susan were the hardest to do XD, BUT I LUV HAVING AN AU WHERE ANYA IS BIGGER THAN TORD.

Just like the other vid, I'll be explaining the creative process and I'll squeeze in how the characters are in this au, all of them are from different eras n I took this chance to push the proportions past what I usually do, not a huge difference tho OwQ

BUT with this, I DONT GOTTA WORRY ABOUT MAKING SURE THEIR ALL PORPITIONAL IN SIZE TO ONE ANOTHER!!!

Species:

Edd - Manticore (FORGOT HIS WINGS)

Roxxi - Sphinx

Matt - Bat Demon (SHUT UP)

Amanda - Fallen Angel(?)

Tom - Moth demon

Susan - Harpy (song bird XD)

Tord - Imp/Deal Maker

Anya - Ram Demon (Harlequin Ram?)

[onthevirgeofdestruction]

Plea for My New Self

Sanders sides Vampire College AU - it’s gay - it’s full of fun fluffy tropes - a bit o’ hurt/comfort - mostly fluff

Words: 4,613 Warnings:  Extreme sass, Arguing, Alcohol, Drinking said Alcohol, Drinking Blood, Kissing Characters: Virgil, Roman, Deceit  Ships: Prinxiety, Anxceit, Prinxietceit, Eventual LAMPD/CALMD Universe: Plea for my New Self Rating: T Genre: Spicy Extra Vampire Nonsense

Chapter 29: Violence

Chapter 1 for New Readers - ffn mirror

   “Thank you for the lovely idea, Roman dear. This was exactly what I needed,” Deceit cooed and clinked his plastic glass Virgil picked up at the liquor store with Roman’s, who cheered and happily tapped his cup to Deceit’s. They both took a long drink. Deceit held up his cup to Virgil and Virgil rolled his eyes and took a drink as Deceit leaned it back.

   “When exactly did I become a chair?” Virgil asked, somewhere between disbelief and annoyance.

   “When you dropped your shield. Hush with that tone, love,” Deceit kissed him on the cheek, and Roman giggled, kissing the other side.

   “Fine, it’s lovely to have my two handsome boyfriends pinning me to the couch,” Virgil said sarcastically and Deceit put his cup back in Virgil’s face, having him take another drink.

   “That’s more like it,” Deceit smirked and played with Virgil’s braid. “Thank you for keeping this, love,” He smiled softly. “So, we’ve drank, now tell me more about this bitch, Anton,” Deceit looked to Roman and prodded him.

   “You already know about that bitch Anton,” Virgil chuckled, shaking his head and rolling his eyes.

   “Hush, that’s not how this works,” Deceit tapped a finger over Virgil’s lips. Virgil huffed dramatically and glowered at him.

   “He wears too much black! Virgil looks great in all black, and I think you look quite dashing in it as well, but he’s not a vampire! It’s the vampire look! He’s stealing it! And he can’t even pull it off! And what’s with the dumb goatee? He looks like a freakin’ Disney villain! He looks like he’d cackle on some bank roof somewhere with a sack that has a giant dollar sign on it,” Roman ranted and Deceit smiled, nodding along.

   “Dreadful, absolutely horrific,” Deceit said and kissed Roman’s hand that was wrapped around Virgil’s shoulder. “How dare he get the role just because he’s older? Do the people running the show have no sense? You’re clearly the superior actor. And what gentleman doesn’t know how to waltz?” Deceit purred, stroking Roman’s ego.

   “Exactly!” Roman shot, pointing at Deceit in agreement and took another drink. He leaned against Virgil and looked up to him affectionately. “Hey. I like your dumb face,” Roman grinned coquettishly.

   “Well, your dumb face pisses me off,” Virgil groaned and made a face at them.

   “You’re right, he does have a very punchable face. But it’s not charitable to punch someone with no ability to dodge or fight back, even though it’s hard to hurt him,” Deceit kissed Virgil’s temple and kept playing with and tugging at Virgil’s braid with the hand around his back. Roman smirked and flicked Virgil in the nose.

   “I regret humoring you with alcohol,” Virgil grunted, leaning back further and resigning himself to the fate of being lovingly harassed by his boyfriends.

   “He says he loves you,” Deceit purred, running his hand up through the back of Virgil’s scalp and loosening the braid a bit.

   “I know he’s a surly drunk, and I think it’s cute,” Roman chuckled and played with one of Virgil’s hairs that popped loose from Deceit messing with his hair.

   “You’re cute,” Virgil hissed an insult back at him. “Wait,” Virgil paused and glowered at Roman when he realized. Oh, son of a bitch.

   “Ha! Fooled you!” Roman shot, settling in closer in Virgil’s lap. Damn, he was dumb.

   “You walked right into that one, love,” Deceit kissed Virgil again. “You should call them,”

   “What?” Virgil grimaced in confusion at Deceit, looking him up and down.

   “Not you, beloved. Roman. You should call them, what’s stopping you?” Deceit sipped his drink again, looking pointedly at Roman.

   “You’re not seriously-” Virgil was cut off quickly by a dramatic declaration from Roman.

   “I’m calling them!” Roman shouted, putting down his drink and wrestling for his phone out of his pants pocket.

   “You’re a fucking idiot and you chugged a lot of dumb bitch juice tonight, are you sure you should be calling anybody?” Virgil pushed down Roman’s shoulder so he’d struggle to pull the phone out and flopped his head back.

   “I would love to shut you up, darling,” Deceit cooed and stroked his cheek.

   “Shut him up!” Roman demanded, standing up off of Virgil’s lap and finally succeeding to fish his phone out of his pocket now that it wasn’t tight against his bent leg.

   “Ro, this can’t be a-” Virgil interrupted again, but this time it was by Deceit kissing him, and he forgot whatever it was he was worried about. Virgil wrapped both his arms around Deceit, who shifted to the center of his lap.

   “No fucking while I’m on the phone,” Roman said pointedly and put his phone up to his ear. Virgil would have loved to say ‘no promises’, but Deceit’s kiss didn’t relent and he quickly lost interest in sassing Roman.

   “Hello, mom? Is dad with you? Yeah, I know it’s late. It’s important. Please get him,” Roman talked on the phone. Wait, what was he doing? Deceit yanked at his braid and intensified the kiss, and Virgil was distracted again.

   “You’re a dirty enabler, you know that?” Virgil hissed when he pulled away.

   “If I can’t corrupt the youth, then what are we even doing here,” Deceit whispered against his lips.

   “I have a few choice ideas,” Virgil muttered back. Roman covered the receiver.

   “Hey, I said no fucking while I’m on the phone,” Roman grunted and shot them an angry face.

   “So get off the phone,” Virgil laughed airily.

   “Am I on speaker now? Cool. Yeah, mom? Dad? I’m like, so gay. So very gay. So very incredibly gay. So very incredibly and fantastically gay. And I thought you should know. And I’m in a play and I’ll see if I can get Virgil to record it and send it to you, since you always came to my plays in high school. Thanks for that, by the way. Also, I’m thinking about changing my major. I’ll let you know what I pick. Have a marvelous night!” Roman hung up on them with a giant grin before they could respond.

   “Go Princey!” Virgil cheered.

   “Splendid job, darling,” Deceit purred and pulled up Roman’s hand to kiss his knuckles again. “Did you know that something that Patton asked me to pick up the other day in the group chat? I just couldn’t resist getting it,” Deceit said temptingly and shifted back to one side of Virgil’s lap. Oh Hecate, they had a group chat without Virgil. This won’t end well.

   “They did?” Roman beamed with delight. “Damnit, we should have brought the good camera!” He snapped his fingers and looked annoyed.

   “What are you two demons conspiring about now?” Virgil groaned, rubbing his face in exasperation.

   “I bought you a dress for the paso doble. It’s burgundy and silk and I desperately want you to put it on, let your hair down, and dance with me,” Deceit held his drink back up to Virgil’s lip and Virgil took a long drink.

   “Fine, you harpies will never let me live it down, will you?” Virgil whined bitterly and flipped his hand aggressively at them.

   “Virgil has a DSLR in his room that I think will record if we hook it up to my laptop,” Deceit suggested in lieu of Roman’s 4K camera.

   “You can’t be serious,” Virgil furrowed his eyebrows and looked to Deceit in concern.

   “What? Patton wanted to see. Who am I to deny them the pleasure of you in a long flowy gown?” Deceit said airily, looking away.

   “What is it with dressing me in flowy clothes tonight?” Virgil rolled his eyes, putting Deceit down on the couch to get up.

   “It’s the vampire aesthetic, Virge. Read a harlequin novel,” Roman huffed, taking a sip of his drink quickly before heading into Virgil’s Room with him.

   “You dressed me up like lonely housewife smut?” Virgil asked incredulously, pulling the DSLR out of one of his boxes of storage for Roman.

   “Thank you!” Roman chimed and happily took the camera, turning it on and checking the modes right away. “It does record! Go put on the pretty dress,” Roman demanded brightly while he clicked around on the camera.

   “Don’t think I won’t find some way to pay you back for this,” Virgil muttered and put a hand on Roman’s shoulder as he passed.

   “Oh no, asking you to dance with your boyfriend so we can record it and make your other boyfriends and Pat happy. Truly something only a scoundrel would do,” Roman said sardonically and headed back into the living room with a huff.

   “And they’re not going to question-” Virgil tried to dissent with the fact that they were here because Roman wanted to get drunk.

   “Bup-bup-bup!” Roman interjected. “Less talky, more walky,” Roman said, making a walking figure with his fingers. Virgil hissed and glowered at him.

   “It’s in my suit closet, love. I’ll help you zip in,” Deceit said. Virgil huffed and followed Deceit into the main bedroom.

   “You two are incorrigible together,” Virgil pouted and crossed his arms.

   “You love us,” Deceit smirked, pulling down the bag with the dress and unzipping it. It really was a beautiful dress. The quality of the fabric was impressive. “Come on, get in the dress and become my cape, darling,” Deceit pulled the gown out of the bag and draped it over his arm.

   “You wanted this from the start, didn’t you?” Virgil squinted his eyes suspiciously at Deceit before throwing off his shirt and kicking out of his shoes and pants.

   “I told you I was feeling nostalgic,” Deceit said plaintively, checking his nails. The dirty schemer. He passed over the gown and Virgil slipped in, and Deceit zipped him up as soon as it was in place.

   “Where in the world did you even get a custom silk gown?” Virgil asked, noting how well it fit.

   “I have my connections. Some of my suits are custom and my tailor was willing,” Deceit smirked and pulled off the hair tie, slipping a finger into the braid and pulling it apart effortlessly. “The waves from the braid will look particularly fetching with this dress,”

   “And they didn’t question the completely different measurements from your own?” Virgil shot Deceit a look.

   “Money talks, love. And If I send her a picture of how it fits, she’d likely agree to more. Lovely lady, honestly. Just the biggest bitch I’ve ever met. I couldn’t ask for a better tailor. She never compromises,” Deceit kissed Virgil’s neck as he lazily undid the braid.

   “Are you two done yet? I need Deceit to log in to his dumb laptop!” Roman called. Deceit nibbled Virgil’s neck lightly and yanked the last of the braid out quickly.

   “I’d love it if you put on sparkly glamor to go with the look, dear,” Deceit motioned to the mirror and spun as he left the walk-in closet with a brief wave. Virgil sighed, realizing he wasn’t drunk enough for this. “Yes, I’ll pour you another drink,” Deceit commented after a pause. Virgil switched his makeup to a dramatic cat eye and a bright red shiny lip for Deceit. He may as well look good. He stepped out into the living room and Deceit pushed a plastic highball of whiskey into Virgil’s hands as soon as he crossed the threshold. Virgil threw it back and smirked at Deceit. He was excited to dance with him again, even if snark kept coming out of his mouth. He was glad Deceit knew that, too.

   “Wow, Virge… holy shit,” Roman said reverently, looking stunned as soon as he looked up from the laptop.

   “Go kiss your boyfriend,” Deceit shoved him forward, looking very smug. “I told you a bright lip would look good. I need to put on the matching vest,” Deceit turned back into the bedroom. Matching vest? Virgil nearly turned around to see, but Roman’s face was too precious and he stepped forward to him and Roman went in for the kiss quickly. Virgil picked Roman up and spun him around once while they kissed.

   Deceit returned a few minutes later, much longer than he certainly needed, and posed with his hands while clicking his heel. Virgil pulled away from Roman and turned to look. Deceit absolutely did order a matching suit to the dress. He really was the most extra being in existence. If it was possible to love him more, Virgil would.

   “Let’s move the couch. Do adjust the exposure on the camera, darling, it’s not the best lit in here,” Deceit requested and picked up the coffee table to move out against the wall. Virgil picked up the couch and moved it into the front hall. “Is the camera ready to go, Roman?”

   “Camera is ready and I await with bated breath!” Roman held his thumb up, sitting behind the laptop. Deceit and Virgil met in the center of the living room and Deceit shot Virgil a quick kiss before stepping back. “A little to the left. More towards me. There’s the center,” Roman said, leaning forward on his fists to watch.

   “I hate you both,” Virgil sang sourly, turning around and grabbing the sides of the skirt. Deceit turned around with a click of his heel.

   “I know darling, you’re just fabulous at expressing your ire,” Deceit cooed. “Take hold of the camera, Roman, because I will be tossing Virgil in the air and Pat won’t want to miss it,” Deceit said plaintively. A song clicked on after a moment, and they backed into each other and spun back to back while Virgil held out his skirt dramatically. Then they pivoted into each other and started dancing.

   Deceit picked a very fast-paced song as usual, and they were shifting across the living room quickly to the beat, Virgil dancing on his toes and taking every chance to flip about his dress. The music intensified and Deceit flung Virgil about gracefully, flipping him in the air to a cymbal crash. Virgil kept his intense expression as he landed and swung Deceit back, then shot his leg between Deceit’s and danced against him before Deceit spun Virgil out and the dress fluttered wildly. He had a blast dancing with Deceit, and Roman’s wildly positive and excited moods just made it all the better. Virgil was mostly focused on dancing, but he caught Roman trying to keep up with the motion and follow them with the camera, arching the lens up when Virgil was flipped over Deceit’s shoulder and Virgil splayed his legs.

   Virgil and his dress was out in a large arch and Deceit lifted him off the ground as the song swelled into the finale, and Virgil had to fight to keep his face serious and impassive as Roman fought back a cheer with an odd expression. Deceit flipped Virgil over his back one more time before they landed into a pose, Virgil grasping his skirts and spreading them in a bow, and Deceit poising with his arms in the air. Roman cheered so loud he had to slam his hand over his own mouth.

   “Don’t get the cops called on us, love,” Deceit laughed and walked over to Roman. “Thank me later, Patton,” Deceit smirked into the camera before pressing a button on the laptop, probably ending the recording.

   “I want photos of you two dancing on the ceiling,” Roman whined, pushing out his bottom lip and pouting at Deceit.

   “I’m not getting scuff marks on my ceiling for you,” Deceit rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

   “Virgil’s dancing barefoot,” Roman huffed, motioning with his arm to Virgil.

   “Clicking the heels is part of the style, love, and I don’t do things halfway,” Deceit said, clacking his dress shoe heel for emphasis.

   “Then waltz! I would just fall to the floor, I can’t do it with him,” Roman pouted. “Please?” Roman drew it out with a rising inflection, worrying his bottom lip. “It barely affected you when Virgil flipped up with you last time, I saw!” Roman said pointedly, begging Deceit. Virgil wasn’t surprised Roman wasn’t pleading with him as well. Roman probably knew Virgil would give in. That theory about baby steps of escalation to get Virgil to give in was probably right. He may as well get this over with.

   “He did a great job as a cameraman and you know he’ll get what he wants eventually,” Virgil chuckled breezily, walking up to Deceit and kissing his head.

   “Because you’re so wonderful at resisting his charms,” Deceit rolled his eyes. “I can’t lead up there,” Deceit grumped and oh Hecate, he’s so cute with that pouty face. Virgil couldn’t resist kissing him again.

   “It’s just the once, love,” Virgil smiled and held out his hand.

   “Your dress will be in our faces in a hot second,” Deceit protested again, pulling at Virgil’s skirt which fluttered back down.

   “I’ll extend it to a hot few seconds. Record it with a high frame rate so we can slow it down, Roman,” Virgil said, flipping his fingers towards him.

   “You are a massive pushover,” Deceit glowered at Virgil, but softly smiled back after a moment of exasperation. Virgil and took his hand despite his multiple objections.

   “Whenever you’re ready, Ro,” Virgil smirked and leaned down for a kiss. Roman trained the camera on the ceiling right above them.

   “Ready!” Roman clicked the button and Virgil flipped to the ceiling, focusing hard on keeping his skirt up and twisting around in 5 seconds of waltz before they inevitably began to drop in his face, and Virgil flipped to the floor before he completely skirted himself on camera.

   “Do you have telepathy or something? How did you do that?” Roman asked quickly as Virgil leaned in to kiss Deceit again on the ground.

   “It’s arguably better, but less functional,” Deceit shrugged. “Come on, Roman. Let’s head to sit down in the bedroom. I think we can get another thing you want, if you’d like to join me,” Deceit said, pulling Virgil into the bedroom with him. Virgil groaned loudly in disapproval. Deceit shoved Virgil down to sit on the bed and took his place back in his lap like on the couch in the living room.

   “Oh, let’s,” Roman smirked and sat back into Virgil’s lap as well.

   “Do it,” Deceit hissed. “You know you’re just being stubborn,”

   “Do it,” Roman echoed into his other ear.

   “How in the actual fuck did I get two shoulder devils? You guys will be the end of me,” Virgil moaned, feeling in peril from these bastards. 

   “Come on, Virgil, you know you want to,” Roman smirked and held his wrist up to Virgil’s face.

   “Oh, it’s more fun from the neck,” Deceit purred, pushing Roman’s arm down and pulling back Roman’s shirt.

   “I can’t believe you two!” Virgil hissed angrily and tried to get up, but Deceit pushed back down on him, hard.

   “You won’t care for long. AB-negative and whiskey? It’ll be amazing,” Deceit tempted him further, and Virgil froze. Damn it, he was right. “I know I am. If you won’t do it, I will. I have absolutely no qualms about drinking from Roman. He does smell delightful,” Deceit whispered. Hallowed fucking Hecate, somebody save him. Deceit just raised his eyebrow and kept his impish grin.

   “I’ll need a huge breakfast, but I don’t mind if you want to try it,” Roman shrugged, unbuttoning the top buttons of his dress shirt.

   “I will get you so many pancakes you’ll hate yourself,” Deceit smiled widely, flashing his fangs.

   “This is happening whether or not I want it to, isn’t it?” Virgil sighed.

   “Most definitely, quit being such a bitch and bite me. I want a gift, too,” Roman said proudly.

   “Being drunk isn’t consent,” Virgil hissed.

   “He wanted to before he was drunk, don’t be so stubborn,” Deceit kissed his ear and ran his hand through Virgil’s hair.

   “Oh, just go for it D. He’ll give in if you do,” Roman shifted more of his neck to be available from his dress shirt and angled his head towards Virgil.

   “Hey!” Virgil shot and tried to separate them, because Roman was so desperately and extremely right. Deceit ducked around his arm and bit Roman right in front of his face before he could stop them. Virgil winced and closed his eyes, but he could smell the blood and he already knew Roman had won. Deceit ran his nails across Virgil’s head and drank appreciatively, looking significantly drunker when he pulled back.

   “Holy shit,” Roman muttered, looking dazed.

   “Whoo!” Deceit shook his head. “That is potent,” Deceit pulled back and smirked, shifting out of Virgil’s lap, and wrapping Virgil’s arm around Roman, moving behind Virgil and laying his head on Virgil’s shoulder. “Go ahead, love,” He whispered softly, pushing Virgil’s head down lazily.

   “Go on, Virge, D knows when to stop,” Roman goaded him forward again.

   “Did you plan all this to get me to give in?” Virgil groaned, leaning in. Why all the schemes tonight, honestly? 

   “You would have given in eventually, you admitted it yourself. You just needed a little push,” Roman smiled and Virgil bit him. Roman let out a soft gasp and held on to Virgil tighter. It was extremely potent. It punched Virgil in the face with the first sip. It tasted so good it was unfair to his next twenty meals.

   “You’re probably right about that,” Deceit smiled against his neck and kissed it. “Stop, darling,” Deceit whispered sweetly after a moment. Virgil stopped drinking and let a little more venom flow before pulling back.

   “Hecate, I think I remember some Spanish,” Virgil shook his head in surprise after closing the puncture marks.

   “Mm, I should have drunk after you. I’m slowly forgetting Danish,” Deceit cooed.

   “I’m not a language remembering machine,” Roman rolled his eyes and lolled slightly against Virgil.

   “Lay back, love,” Deceit cooed to Roman.

   “’Kay,” Roman rolled off of Virgil’s lap and on to the bed.

   “Go get him his food from the fridge. You’ll have to put it in a mug to nuke it. I still don’t have plates,” Deceit smiled against Virgil’s neck and planted another kiss there before pushing Virgil off the bed. Virgil shook his head and blinked again, heading to the kitchen to go throw Roman’s noodles in a mug to heat them up for him.

   “Bring me water, too,” Roman grumbled and shifted into Deceit who laid back after Virgil got up.

   When Virgil got back with a mug of hot penne and a mug of cold water, he rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorway. He was so done and too drunk for this. Roman and Deceit were kissing gently as they laid back on the bed.

   “If you two hate each other again tomorrow, I’m not helping pick up the bloody aftermath,” Virgil groaned and shook his head slowly and bitterly.

   “You think I’d kiss someone who didn’t like me back? You wound me. Roman would have kissed me sober, if I would have stopped snarking at him long enough to let him,” Deceit said, after pulling away stroking Roman’s face.

   “Pat’s gonna be so jealous,” Roman chuckled, looking absolutely dazed and nearly glowing with joy.

   “Virgil’s still extremely oblivious, don’t bother,” Deceit rolled his eyes. Virgil sat on the bed and held out the mugs for when Roman was ready to take them. Deceit helped Roman sit up and Roman reached for the mug of water first.

   “Does Pat like D or something?” Virgil asked. Roman spit out his water laughing, and Deceit cackled wildly.

   “That’s an understatement, love. You should hear the ideas they have,” Deceit cooed, wrapping his arms around Virgil’s neck and kissing him softly. “They’re just very shy as far as I can tell. I haven’t spent enough time with them to know how I feel, but I can’t say I’m not tempted by some of the scenarios,” Deceit pressed another few kisses into Virgil’s neck.

   “Well, are you seeing D now?” Virgil asked, passing Roman the mug of penne.

   “Were we not already seeing each other?” Roman laughed. Virgil shook his head and rolled his eyes.

   “Quit being a bastard and enjoy being drunk on Roman. Come cuddle me,” Deceit held his arms open and Virgil huffed and laid back into Deceit’s arms. Deceit laid down on the bed and enveloped him tightly, pressing kisses into his hair. Roman leaned against him while he ate his noodles, looking a little disheveled and extremely satisfied with himself. He was definitely blissed-out, missing every third giant bite of food.

   “You got everything you wanted, didn’t you, you sneaky mother fucker,” Virgil looked up to Roman while Deceit affectionately nibbled his ear.

   “Almost,” Roman smiled lackadaisically and tilted a bit. “I’m still owed enough pancakes that I hate myself,” Roman said offhandedly.

   “And it will all be yours, my shimmering star,” Virgil hummed in satisfaction and rolled to kiss Deceit back.

   “You know… Roman’s not on the phone anymore,” Deceit whispered softly after a few kisses.

   “You two need a cold shower,” Roman chuckled, finishing his penne and laying back with them.

   “We’re already cold, what would that accomplish?” Virgil looked at Roman with amusement.

   “I wouldn’t mind taking a shower with you, Virgil,” Deceit raised his eyebrow salaciously.

   “That’s it, I’m laying between you two,” Roman laughed and rolled over Virgil, sliding in between them. Virgil and Deceit smiled to each other and hugged Roman, planting kisses on either side of his cheeks.

   “You think that’s going to stop us, Princey?” Virgil whispered into Roman’s ear and Roman shivered slightly.

   “Be nice,” Roman huffed.

   “We can be very nice, thank you very much,” Deceit smirked. “How nice would you like us to be?” Deceit slid a hand in Roman’s unbuttoned shirt.

   “He really is an affectionate drunk,” Roman muttered, leaning in for the kiss Deceit offered.

   “And I’m a bastard, what’s new?” Virgil chuckled. “It’s just kissing,” Virgil shrugged.

   “It is? Skip your classes tomorrow, Virgil,” Deceit pouted, looking over Roman to Virgil like a sad puppy.

   “I’m not sending Ro alone, that’s so rude. He’s drunk and blissed out, it’s not safe,” Virgil rolled his eyes.

   “So is not spending more time with me,” Deceit pulled Roman closer, tugging Virgil with him.

   “That is a conundrum,” Virgil mused, tapping on Roman while he thought. “Don’t you have clients tomorrow?”

   “Fuck them,” Deceit reached over for Virgil’s hand and caressed it with his thumb.

   “Gentleman, we’re all drunk, let’s not make plans for the next day,” Roman rolled his eyes, but he looked extremely pleased. Virgil could relate.

   “It’s not that far until the next day, technically,” Virgil mused, glancing at the clock on the wall. 

   “Shit, then we need to get me to a waffle house, stat,” Roman said resolutely.

   “I suppose I will need a serious amount of black coffee to get you home soon,” Virgil mused, nestling slightly into Roman’s neck.

   “That’s not getting me to waffle house, Virgil,” Roman laughed. Deceit nestled into his neck, too.

   “Shh, you smell good,” Virgil muttered.

   “You’ll wrinkle that silk gown if you lay on it too long,” Roman said off-handedly and smirked at Virgil.

   “Shit!” Virgil shot up and retreated to the walk-in closet right away.

   “You really are a crafty one,” Deceit cooed, and it sounded like they were kissing again while Virgil carefully hung the dress back up in its protective bag.

   “That vest is silk, too, D,” Virgil reminded him as he slid his earlier clothes back on.

   “Shh,” Deceit hissed and Roman giggled gaily from the bedroom.

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