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oneirataxiahiraeth · 4 years ago

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Can I have a sub!kai fic where he annoyed the reader Thx

Uhmmmm yeth👹

Rules

pairing : vamp!reader x sub!kaiparker

Warning : language, smut, penetrative sex, oral (masc & fem), face riding, orgasm denial (m.), bondage, Kai stubble, dirty talk, 69ing,

Requested ;)

Word Count : a little over 3k

A/N :

I had wayyyy too much fun with this one. I’m not really used to writing sub!kai so I had this one was good enough for you<3 (also I’m sorry it literally took FOREVER) also, there’s is little to no plot, srry

He groaned as the ropes rubbed harshly against his skin. His wrist red and irritated as he pulled to feel the tiniest bit of relief that he wasn’t getting.

“It’s only going to hurt more with every pull, Malachi.” You hummed, a sadistic smirk finding its way to your lips as you watched him struggle.

That’s what you were.

A sadist.

You enjoyed watched him like this. Helpless, vulnerable, borderline pathetic. A shiny layer of sweat coating his forehead, and disgustingly dirty thoughts of you on top of him filling his mind. You were truly one evil bitch. How could you do this to him? Strip him of his dominance, just to prove a point. It was oh so fucking hot, but torture not being the one on the other side of these ropes.

“You do realize that once I’m out of these ropes the rest of the night is going to be absolute hell for you... right?” He cleared his throat. He was just itching to inflict some type of fear in you, but in his current state he was making much progress.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him. You’ve never done all this before, but you had a plan for exactly how you wanted it to go. Kai was a dick. He has been one all fucking week. Lately he’s been treating you like precious cargo. Not letting you do anything on your own, not even a shower without him sneaking in. At first it was somewhat sweet sentiments, like ordering your favorites at the grill, then driving you around town to handle errands. Slowly that sweetness faded into him making every decision for you. Not letting you speak for yourself, and finding ways to punish you for speaking out against him. Putting silencing spells on you if he didn’t feel like hearing you rebuttals, and just yesterday he put you into a deep sleep for a few hours so he could ‘have a few moments of peace’.

He was dictating your life.

“What makes you think you’re getting out of these ropes tonight?” You hum.

You watched as he swallowed down the air bubble caught in his throat.

You were set on proving a point. He wasn’t the boss of you in any way shape or form. Not in public, not in private, and he definitely did not have you wrapped around his finger like he was your pimp or some shit. In fact, the whole point of tonight was to make him see that it was quite the opposite.

“Because we both know I can satisfy you way more if I’m untied. Just untie me and I can make you feel good, y/n/n.” He smiled, thinking that you would give into his offer. Instead of actually untying him you just let out the most seductively cynical laugh ever, causing his body to tense under yours.

“We’ll see...” you smirked, lifting your hips from his crotch as you leaned down to place a soft kiss on his collar bone. “Now should we go over the rules or do you have more empty threats to make?”

"Rules?" He nearly laughed in your face.

“Tonight is all on my terms... you will do whatever I want you to do.” You relied, ignoring his failed attempts at taking you seriously. “First rule, not touching. But that shouldn’t be much of a problem, huh?” You smirked, watching his eyes roll. “Second rule, you will ask for everything...” suddenly his smile dropped, and he was so amused by the situation anymore. “You want me to touch you? You ask. You want a kiss? You ask. And if you want to cum... you better beg as if your life fucking depended on it.” You nearly giggled feeling the way he giggled under you.

“Y/n-”

“You will not cum unless I say that you can.” He took in a sharp breath. “Not too bad right? You can be a good boy for me, just for the night, right?” You pouted mockingly, looking deeply into his eyes dark with lust.

“Are the uhm... ropes necessary?” He asked, voice an octave higher than usual.

“No.” You sighed. “But you look so fucking hot all tied up like a doll.” You hummed, finger tracing the vein bulging from from his neck. “So pretty. So perfect.”

“T-that’s usually my line.”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” Your hips grinding down into his, earning a low groan from his throat.

He remained silent, putting a soft smirk on your lips. Your hands traced down his chest, oh so lightly, scooting down his body until you’re hands ghosted lightly over the bulge in his boxers. He felt the heat of your fingers over him. He decided to take advantage of the fact that his legs weren’t bound by anything to push his hips up into the air for some relief. Unfortunately for him, you could read him like a book. Your hand moved away from him before he could even move, resulting in a disappointing action that caused a tiny whine to leave his lips.

“Y/N!” He groaned, head falling back as he tugged at the ropes keeping his bound. You smiled at his frustration, he was in for a long night.

“You didn’t ask.” You shrugged as if you did nothing wrong. Hand placed on his lower stomach, fingers tracing through the outline of his abs.

“Touch me. Please.” He grumbled, not too happy with his position. He was usually the one having you bed for any sort of touch from him. This was all different kinds of unnatural.

"I am touching you, you're going to have to be more specific than that, Princess." You smiled, voice sweet, but the words coming from you mouth made him want to murder you.

“Aw, but I am touching you. You’re going to have to be more specific than that, Princess.” You teased, voice sweet and condescending. He lifted his head just to glare at you for the nickname. You lifted an eyebrow, challenging him to speak out of turn but he decided to play nicely.

"I want you to-" he wanted a lot of things.

“I want... I want you to-” he wanted a lot of things right now actually. He didn’t want to give into you no matter how badly he wanted you. His mind fighting against your sudden rebellion while his body ached to be under your control. There was a way to get what he wanted. He just had to show you that he still had control over you, even in restraints. “I want to taste you.” He blurted, a sharp breathing entering your lungs for a moment. You automatically knew what he was doing, and how he must’ve thought that this was so smart of him. “I-I want you to sit on my face...” he spoke, ideas running through his mind at 100 miles per hours. “And I want you to suck my dick too.” Your whole body tingled with excitement at the request.

“What’s the magic word?” You asked, eyebrow raising at the devilish smile beneath you.

“Please, oh please.” He played along. He knew it wouldn’t be too long before you were untying him, and begging for him to fuck you until it was difficult to function properly. He stuck out his bottom lip to ass to the effect.

You scanned the mischief on his face before do anything. Slowly you moved off of him until you were standing on your bedroom floor, his eyes following you closely. In the position he was now he just seemed so vulnerable, and perfect. Just like you had mentioned before. You could see how rock hard he was through his boxers, and how his abs tightened even when you weren’t on him just proved how badly he wanted to be touched by you. You didn’t think he realized but his hips were slightly bucking into the air, trying to find something, anything, but it wasn’t working out too well for him.

You slid your panties down your legs, letting them rest on the bedroom floor. You stepped out of the fabric, walked back over to the bed. Kai watching intently as your fingers traced down his chest, your beautiful being so close yet far at the same time.

“Can you kiss me? Please?” He spoke, a genuine request. Your eyes slowly trailed up to his, not detecting any hidden intentions besides just wanting you lips on his. You were fine giving him what he wanted, but that wouldn’t be fun if you gave into ever request. He’s be a total dick to you all week, so you denying him just one simple pleasure was totally fine with you.

You brought you’re face to hover over his, hand moving up to the soft skin of his cheek. The soft yet prickly hairs of the beard he was growing out tickling your aura. You’re lips barely grazing against his, allowing him to relish in the closeness for a moment before pulling away.

“There are much more productive things you could be doing with that pretty little mouth of yours right now.” You grinned, watching his jaw fall in amazement as you climb back onto the bed. You maneuvered yourself carefully, making sure both of your legs were positioned on either side of his head.

His view of your face was gone, nothing but you glistening pussy waiting for him to give into you. You could feel the warmth of his breath hitting on your already heated core. You lowered you’re body down slowly, just until you felt his warmth barely touching you. You leaned over, hands tracing slowly down his abdomen, slowly reaching under his boxer band, listening to his breathing change as your fingers wrapped around him.

He pulled against the ropes, hoping to gain even just a little bit of leeway. His eyes rolled at the light laugh you gave under your breath, realizing you really weren’t going to let him free. He just had his plan to hope will work. He didn’t have to move too much before his tongue was flattening against your folds, licking a single bold stripe against you. A soft moan escaping your lips as his mouth began to move against you, you’re hand slowly pumping him as he took over you mind for a brief moment in time. For some reason, though he hadn’t to admit it, being bound right now felt surprisingly good. The idea of being at your mercy as his tongue worked against you... just did something to him that he couldn’t explain. His eyes closed as he focused on solely pleasuring you before he became a bit distracted. You soft lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, collecting his precum on your tongue. His jaw fell open at the relief, letting out a soft moan.

His tongue worked into you, lapping up and sucking down all of your sweet juices. His facial hairs tickling the insides of your thighs as he ate you out. You made sure to make the most of this moment. You wanted to drive him crazy, by giving him everything and nothing at the same time. Your tongue flattening against his shaft as you took him in your mouth. In his mind he was debating on just siphoning some of your magic to get out of the ropes so he could handle you... properly. Though he quite enjoyed the way your hips were rocking against his mouth as you tried your best to contain yourself.

“Faster,” he groaned, tearing his mouth away from you. “Please- god, I need faster.” He begged, in a voice that sounded way too needy for his own liking. Which basically meant he sounded perfect for you. You hummed, sending vibrations through him before taking your mouth from around him with a pop. You pumped him in your hand a few times before sitting up above him. His lips connecting to you once again earning a gasp and moan that you weren’t prepared to release. Kai always knew how to work wonders one you. He was most proud of how submissive you would be for him in the late hours of the night. He knew how to work you up, and push all the right buttons and he always made sure that no matter what happens he made you cum.

Just another joy you got to swipe away.

You lifted you hips too far for him to reach, listening to him whine form the loss of your taste. You maneuvered yourself around his body again until you were straddling his lap. His stubble covered chin glistening with you juices, watching his chest rise and fall with heavy breathing. You bent down, placing a soft kiss on his lips, being sure to make sure he knew you just were getting a taste of yourself.

“You should grow out the beard, it would be so fucking hot.” You smiled, his throat let out a needy whimper as he tugged again at the ropes keeping him bound.

“y/n- please, m’gonna explode.” He groaned, causing your wicked smile to widen.

“sorry, what? I didn’t hear that.” You hummed, turning your head so he would speak right into your ear.

“y/n.” He whined loudly, hips bucking into yours harshly. You hands moved down to his hips, holding them down before he could try again. He was right where you wanted him. Needy, pathetic, and easy to break. “I need you, so so bad, please.” He groaned, tugging at the ropes again, pure frustration and sexual tension taking over him.

“You need me?” You asked, trying to sound confused, hands moving further down his body until your fingers were tracing the base of his cock. “Like... right here?” You cocked your head to the side, watching as his jaw clenched. His eyes locked on your face, watching you find him amusing enough to smile. He would never in his life admit this out loud, but he definitely enjoyed this. He was aching right your your hand, just like how you wanted him.

“I w-wanna feel you.” He breathed.

“You want me to fuck myself on your dick?” You dipped your head down, placing you lips right below his jawline, pressing a series of light pecks along his neck.

“Please- fuck, please baby.” He whined again.

Your hand wrapped around his shaft once again, pumping him slowly in your hand. His mouth fell open at the friction again. Your hand sped up in its action as you watched his eyes close for a brief moment in pleasure. If this is what having total control felt like... being able to see the person you love most revel in the feeling of just you and only you... you could understand why it was so addicting to him.

Doesn’t mean you weren’t still annoyed with him.

In his mind flashed pornographic pictures of you echoes of your moans on repeat in his mind, along with the sensations of your fingers coursing along his skin. You always held the power to make him fall apart at your finger tips, he just never let you see that.

“Aw, you like this don’t you?” You hummed, poking out lips at the soft moans you were earning as you jerked him off.

“Please let me feel you.” He asked again, aching to feel your heated walls wrapped around him.

“You think you deserve to feel me?” You sigh, handing tightening around him as your pace quickened earning an audible reaction. “You make such pretty noises, you know.” You hummed, leaning over him a bit. His tip barely brushing against you stomach as you watching him glide closely to the edge. “Are you close baby?”

“Y-yes, god, I’m so close.” He groaned out, hands turning to grip the comforter to relieve some pressure.

You watched his eyes squeeze tighter together, and his muscles everywhere tense. A light layer of sweat forming over his chest as he body produce a heat that was lethal. Throaty moans escaped him, and your body heat so close to him was only bringing him closer to his euphoric release.

Or what would’ve been if you hadn’t stopped.

“Y/N-” he whined, tugging at the ropes a little extra hard with frustration.

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” You responded to his childish whine.

Your lips curved up into a devilish smile that has him weak in the knees. You hand squeezing the base of his cock once again before you lifted yourself on your knees above him. His tip gliding along your folds slick with his saliva and your own arousal. His mouth feel open, eyebrows furrowing at the sight of your dragging him along your heat.

“Wanna be in you, babe.” He groaned, “please, lemme feel you.”

You hum, moving you hand away from him breaking the intimate contact between the two of you. Both of your hands reached the his, grabbing the ropes keeping him bound before breaking each one. His hands immediately try to go to you, but you catch them before they can manage to.

“No touching rule is still in effect, Malachi.” You grin.

“Then why untie me?” He pouted.

“I love to see you squirm.” You commented with a light shrugged, leaning over as you placed his hands over his head. Your nose barely brushing past each other. “If you touch me and without permission we’ll stop, got it?”

“You’re so evil.” He whined, head lifting up to bring your lips closer together.

“Wonder who I get it from.” You smiled, finally pressing your lips together bringing sinking down on his cock that’s been waiting for you all night. He let out a breathy moan into the kiss, your hips lifting back up before falling again. Air slowly leaving your lungs as you let out a breathy moan into his lips. Kai’s hands gripping onto the comforter once again for dear life.

You kept up a steady place, bouncing on top of him, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Your lips tore away from each other’s as you tried picking up pace, watching Kai’s face twist as he watched you use him for you’re own satisfaction. You noticed the tired euphoric look on his face on how he was already beginning to twitch inside of you. Your walls clenching around him, making him go ballistic as you fuck your self on him.

“I-I’m go-nna-” he moaned, trying to make coherent sentences through the ecstasy. “Can I please-”

“No, not yet.” You spoke clearly, pace not altering. “Look at me.” You demanded notices how his eyes fluttered shut every few seconds. He tried to keep his eyes open for you, staring you dead in your pretty face wondering how in love he had to be to end up in this position. “So good for me.” You smiled, nearly making him break one of your rules... possibly all of them.

“P-please let me t-touch you” he pouted.

“So needy.”

“Please.”

You nodded allowing him to move his hands. They went straight towards your hips, gripping your skin tightly, causing you to realize how close you were to the edge. Your walls clenching around him with every move, making it harder to keep himself contained. You’re eyes locked on each other, watching each other as you both fell completely apart. You noticed how heavy his breathing was and how he was trying his best not lose his shit. It was mesmerizing, noises flowing from the both of you so disgusting erotic that you wished everyone in this house was listening to the best sex they were never going to get to have. That’s when you realized you were beginning you’re ethereal trip on ecstasy.

“Y/N-”

“Cum for me, baby.” You moaned as your legs began to shake around him, body jolting with pleasure as you tried milking out your orgasms by slowly rocking you hips on his but the sensations became too much.

You leaned over placing your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. You felt his hot seed spilt into you coating your walls, as you listened to the rapid pace of his heart beating.

“Can we uhm... can we do that again?” He breathed, voice vibrated through your sensitive body.

“Fuck yea.”

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headoverjojo · 5 years ago

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can I ask for a request, (headcanon or scenario, whichever you like!) of la squadra meeting each other in the after life, and just happiness and fluff ensues? like one by one they each get another member and they are all together as a happy family uwu I found some fanart of la squadra meeting each other in the afterlife, (courtesy of yamsgarden on Tumblr, they are absolutely amazing) and it made me cry oof

Hello! A H, my heart ç.ç And yeah, that fanart is so good… it added ten years to my lifespan and at the same time it completely crushed my heart. A H ç.ç Anyway, here we go! I uhmmmm well, I may have gone a bit crazy and like wrote something like 8 google doc pages buuut I hope it’s not boring and you could like it!! :3

(Also please forgive me if there are some mistakes, it’s 2.30 am and I’m smelling sounds, I’ll review in the morning)

La Squadra di Esecuzione meeting each other in the afterlife

(Under the cut for length!)

When Sorbetto and Gelato opened their eyes, they weren’t anymore in their home, in the place where their life met its end. Sorbetto was the first of the two to come to that strange and bright place. Looking down at himself, he saw, with immense stupor, no wounds. Not even a small scratch, not even a drop of blood. It was like nothing of what the mad doctor did to him was ever happened. Looking around, then, he noticed he was alone. So… Gelato was still alive, then? That place was the afterlife, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Cioccolata literally cut him in pieces, there was no chance to survive. But Gelato… Sorbetto shivered, thinking about his lover. What was happening to him? Was Cioccolata torturing him too? He couldn’t even stand the thought of his Gelato tortured by that crazy man. He wanted to do something… but what? He didn’t even know how much time was passed since he first opened his eyes. It could be just seconds as even days. Time had no meaning, in that dimension.

“Amore?” Sorbetto’s eyes filled with tears when he heard Gelato’s voice. So, he wasn’t spared, in the end…

Sorbetto turned around, smiling between the tears, immediately welcoming his lover in his arms, hugging him tightly, kissing repeatedly his sand blond hair, his forehead and lips. Now they were far from mortal lands and time: in fact, they had all the time of the world.

Gelato sighed, after checking Sorbetto and seeing he had, indeed, no wounds. His lover was perfect, as always. Seeing him being cut in pieces was… too much. He was angry at Sorbetto, who made a deal with Cioccolata, offering his own life to save Gelato, leaving to the mad doctor the freedom to do everything he wanted with him; Gelato couldn’t bear the thought of an existence without the love of his life and he knew very well that Cioccolata wouldn’t have respected their deal. So he choked himself with the gag, to steal from him the satisfaction of killing him. He died at his own conditions.

“Do you think they’ll make it?” the blond asked, resting his cheek on Sorbetto’s shoulder. The man hummed, gently rubbing Gelato’s back and nodding.

“I think yes. And if not, at least we’ll all be together here.” he replied, quiet. He was right: they had just to wait and nothing more, since they couldn’t peak beyond the brightness that was surrounding them and that was slowly taking the knowing shape of their HQ. A cleaner, better organized and, for now, emptier HQ, but without doubt it was their base. The place the whole squad called home.

After who knows how much time and after they explored a couple of time the new HQ, the entrance door opened.

The two turned their head, surprised and with heavy heart. This could mean just one thing… and, as they thought, one of their teammates made his entrance.

“What the hell happened? Where am I? Eyo? Is there anyone here?” Formaggio called, his Roman accent more evident than ever. It made the couple smile. They missed it…

“Guess the afterlife doesn’t suck as you always said, eh, Formaggio?” Gelato said, turning the corner and grinning at his teammate. Formaggio blinked, incredulous. What… what?! A second after, Sorbetto joined Gelato, enveloping his shoulders in a half hug and smiling at Formaggio, huffing a laugh at his expression.

“Don’t you want to come to say hello?” at those words, Formaggio finally lost his composure and ran to his friends, crashing on them. They laughed, wheezing in his crushing grip, as Formaggio cried, cried as he never did before. Seeing them all fine and well in front of him, hearing their voices again… it was too much. He knew that seeing them meant that he was dead as well, but he didn’t care. He had nothing left in the mortal world and he had done what he could to leave to his comrades a traced path to follow to reach for the Boss. And if not even his team could take down that bastard, well… at least they all would have died trying.

“We all missed you, you fuckers, two years…” Formaggio sobbed, hugging the couple. The two exchanged a surprised look. Two years… and what was happening now? They asked Formaggio and the man told them everything. About the “deliver”, the Boss’ warning, the punishment, then the long, long waiting… and finally the moment to strike, when the, apparently, daughter of the Boss himself popped into existence. The chase and then the fight with that boy, Narancia… his death. Formaggio didn’t remember exactly the moment when his body stopped its functions and his life ended. He just remembered he closed his eyes and, when he opened them again, he was outside what seemed their HQ.

But now it was all over. It was to their teammates to continue on the path. Formaggio was just starting to recover from the sobs, now laughing with his friends that were friendly mocking him for his puffy red eyes, when the HQ door opened again. Illuso made his entrance, stumbling and tasting all his body, incredulous and almost panicked. Formaggio frowned, as a deep sadness descended in his heart. So Illuso too didn’t make it…

“Eyo, Illuso?” he called, finally catching his teammate’s attention. Illuso teared his eyes away from his now perfectly recomposed body -just a second ago it was an organic pulp, he felt it melting, oh god, the memory of it would have never left him- and his head snapped on the trio that was now standing in front of the couch. Illuso’s violet eyes widened, as his breath stopped for some seconds. How… how…

“Am I… am I dreaming? Is this real?” Sorbetto smiled sadly, nodding and taking a step forward. Illuso wavered, as his eyes filled with tears. It couldn’t be true… or could it? He died, oh, he was absolutely sure he died. And… and so was there an afterlife? People like him and his teammates could really have peace in the afterlife?

“It is. C’mon, come here.” Sorbetto encouraged him, as the other two smiled at him from behind him. Illuso watched closely his long deceased teammate, seeing not even a scratch or a scar that could signal the horrible wounds he had to suffer. And Gelato too… they all were healthy and fine as nothing happened. He too was completely healed.

Finally, he walked forward, hugging first Sorbetto, then Gelato and Formaggio. Formaggio patted his shoulders, as Illuso lightly trembled, his face hidden between the men’s shoulders, as tears rolled down his cheeks. All the pain, the fear, the loss… it all was washed by the sea of tears he cried down. Now he could finally let go. Now he could cry for his friends, for the moment he had lost them and now, for the moment he had found them again, as he could never do before.

When he finished, sniffling and drying his cheeks and eyes with his sleeve, Gelato gently patted his back, to give him time to recover a bit. Illuso watched them all with glossy eyes, a resigned, sad, faint smile on his lips.

“What will we do, now?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Formaggio sighed, sitting back on the couch, stretching his legs in front of him.

“Now we wait. And hope that the squad don’t come here too soon.” he replied, closing his eyes. Illuso couldn’t do anything but to nod at his friend’s words: from that place, they couldn’t do anything else. It was a place out of time and space, just for them. A place that would have been their last home, forever.

The peace and silence, broken just from few occasional sniffles from Illuso and some friendly joke from Formaggio that managed to make Illuso chuckle a little and recover faster, didn’t last long. After who knew how much time, the door opened again, revealing the astonished faces of Prosciutto and Pesci.

The two group stared at each other for a time that seemed long, but that, maybe, it was just a second. In the end, Prosciutto sighed, almost resigned.

“So here is where it all ends.” he murmured, barely audible. Then, to everyone’s utter surprise, warm tears rolled down his cheeks. No one had ever seen Prosciutto crying, not even once.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered, not even trying to stop the tears. For what? They were dead. There was no reason to hide everything behind a tough face as he always did, mostly to show Pesci how to act like a real gangster. All useless, all vain. Pesci was dead. He had failed.

“I should have protect you, I’m sorry…” Pesci’s eyes widened. His big brother was apologizing to him? Why? He had no reasons to do so. Prosciutto always did his best to teach and protect him. In the end, it was right thanks to Prosciutto’s example and last words if he could too show a real gangster side that was really worth of his place in the Squadra Esecuzioni.

“Big brother… but you did it. You always protected me. And now there will be no more the need to do so. Don’t you see it, big brother? We’re all together, like old times.” Pesci replied, with more tranquillity than what he himself expected. Prosciutto watched him, incredulous, then watched again the quartet. He hadn’t seen the others’ corpses, aside Sorbetto: he didn’t know how they died. But… they were all fine, as nothing happened. As they were just waiting for the team to come back, like old times. Like old, golden times.

Prosciutto took few steps forward, silent and with serious eyes, despite the tears still pooled in them, and roughly hugged every single one of them. A tight and almost crushing grip, as to never let them go, as to finally unite the family in the afterlife, where they could finally be so without fear. His eyes were now dry, even if still glossy, and Formaggio huffed a little, amused, poking him on his “hidden crybaby attitude”, just to be poked back when Prosciutto made him notice that also his eyes were glossy again.

Pesci was embraced by everyone, all together. The young man laughed, happy, letting Sorbetto and Illuso ruffle his green hair, basking in his friends’ affection. How much he missed it… when he arrived in the team, the atmosphere was really different from how it had been in the last two years. They were all proud, their heads were high and, generally speaking, they all were happier. Yes, a bit unsatisfied due to the Boss’ treatment, but, all in all, content with what they had. Then came Sorbetto and Gelato’s death and with it the fear and the suspicion. Their head lowered, in front of the Boss’ total control; it was the end of the times as Pesci had known ‘till that moment. No one laughed as before, no one was carefree and confident as before. They were hiding, like scum, like roaches. But now… now it was ended. They were dead, yes, but maybe just in death they could have purchased that freedom that, even with the Boss’ death, was, by now, lost forever. No one could hurt them, here, no more.

“Did it hurt?” Prosciutto quietly asked, watching his comrades and friends. The same bittersweet smile bent all their lips, as Gelato spoke for them all.

“It did. But now nothing will ever hurt again.” he simply said, taking Prosciutto’s sleeve and leading him on the couch, where the others were waiting. Then, he went to nestle on Sorbetto’s lap and, for a moment, it really seemed that they were on a meeting, one of the many they had, and that they were just waiting for the others to finally start. Just that, this time, no one was eager to see them enter the room.

Their hopes were vain: as soon as everyone had finally settled down, the door cracked open again. A lavender head peeked from it, two mismatched eyes looked around, suspicious, widening when they met the group sitting in the living room. Slowly, hesitantly, Melone entered, closing the door behind him. No one was talking.

“I… I’ve seen your bodies. I’ve collected your corpse, how… how…?” he was at a loss of words as tears dazed his vision. Like before dying, he did nothing to stop his cry, almost expecting Prosciutto to scold him. But, instead of it, he felt his friend’s arms around his thin body, in a strong embrace that, finally, made him loudly sob and weep. Melone tightly hugged him and then Pesci, and then also Formaggio, Illuso, Gelato and Sorbetto, washing everyone’s shirts with his tears. He murmured how much he was sorry, how much he tried, oh god he tried so much, he didn’t want to die, he wanted to stay back to help Ghiaccio and Risotto, who now were alone, he wanted to… to be useful…

“Ohi ohi, Melone, drop the shit.” Prosciutto harshly interrupted the man, making him almost shrink in guilt and shame. Then, the blonde sighed, rubbing his hair as he always did with Pesci.

“You’ve never been useless, Melone. We all had just been unfortunate, but our death will not be vain. In a way or another, we will have our revenge on the Boss. Ghiaccio and Risotto are already out and you can bet that they’ll fight with all their might, now. Our mission is ended, Melone. Now we can rest.” he said, in a gentler tone, watching Melone in the eyes. His mismatched eyes widened a bit, as new tears seemed ready to fall again, but this time he managed to keep them back. He just gave a wobbly smile and, following Prosciutto, sat down with the others, finally starting to relax when Formaggio cracked some joke, followed by Illuso. He even laughed a bit, feeling, well… at home. Prosciutto was relaxing, his eyes closed and his back reclined on the couch; Pesci was listening to Formaggio and Illuso’s jokes and Gelato and Sorbetto were watching from their usual armchair, their limbs all tangled together. It was like nothing changed at all…

Soon, too soon, that familiar peace, however, was broken again, when the door was slammed open and a furious Ghiaccio made his appearance. Everyone fell silent, as seven pairs of eyes snapped on the azure curled man.

“I don’t fucking accept this! That’s now how it should have done! I can’t really be dead! Not by two fucking kids’ hands! My White Album cannot be defeated!” he screamed, in a very Ghiaccio-ish way. Sorbetto, the only one, with Risotto, who Ghiaccio always respected, watched him, calm. His gaze was enough to calm him down a little.

“Still, you’re here, Ghiaccio. It’s all ok, for real. No one’s angry at you.” he spoke slowly and calmly, hitting the right sore spots. He knew Ghiaccio, he knew that was bothering him was the fear to have disappointed his teammates, that they were angry at him, who always bragged about how powerful his White Album was… and now here he was. Defeated, dead.

He lowered his head, for once at a loss of words. They… weren’t angry at him? Not even a bit? They weren’t disappointed, disgusted, they didn’t want to yell at him for his failure, like his father always did? He never failed, before. Every murder had been a success. He had the highest score behind Risotto and, before his death, Gelato. He just wanted to keep high standards, not to disappoint anyone. Not anymore.

“I’ve failed.” he murmured, ashamed. The others watched him, with a collective sigh. Melone was the one who got up first. All in all, he was the last one who heard Ghiaccio, before dying.

“As we all did. It’s all over, Ghiaccio. Don’t let it all be a burden on your heart. We died doing what we thought it was right, trying to avenge our family. No one here has any regret. So… come here? It’s all ok.” he said, looking at his friend. Ghiaccio stared at him, incredulous, as he was noticing just now he was surrounded by all his dead teammates. His eyes snapped back to Melone, as his breath grew broken and sharp.

“I… I heard you dying on the phone.” he managed to say, swallowing down a lump. Melone weakly smiled, as his tongue pulsed for a moment, before taking a step forward and hugging his friend, thing that he never managed to do, when they were alive.

“I’m sorry for this. But I’m glad that the last thing I’ve heard was a friend’s voice.” those words completely undone Ghiaccio. No one ever saw him hugging someone, but here he was, tightly hugging Melone, murmuring that he was sorry, for everything bad he did to him when they were alive. Melone just laughed it all off, saying him that it was all fine, for real, it was all ok. Everything had been forgiven and filed, it didn’t matter, now. And how could it? They were dead, with an eternity displayed in front of them. Holding grudges would have been silly and stupid. And, also, they were a family. In a family quarrels happen, of course… but, in the end, forgiveness won over everything. And they were all stuck together despite everything.

“Just Capo is left.” Ghiaccio said, while sitting between Melone and Illuso. Everyone’s eyes snapped on the still empty armchair, perfectly opposite to Gelato and Sorbetto’s one, the only sitting place still empty. It was waiting its owner.

“Yeah… but he’ll make it. He’s stronger than all of us together. And if it doesn’t have to go like this… at least the Squadra Esecuzioni will be together in the afterlife. And when the Boss will die -because he will die, soon or later- we’ll be here waiting for him. We just have to be patient.” Prosciutto said, a ferocious and confident sparkle in his eyes. Ghiaccio could only nod, recognizing the truth in the blond’s words. Dead people had all the time of the world, all in all.

An eternity passed, or maybe it was just few minutes, before the door opened again. Everyone’s eyes ran to the door, perfectly silent. They all knew that the door could be opened just by one person. His time too had come, in the end.

Risotto Nero entered the room, cautious, but, in his heart, he knew that he was in the afterlife. How could it be different? He literally felt the life leaving him with every drop of blood that spurted out the many, too many, holes in his body. But… was that for real the afterlife? The old HQ? Nothing… more? It was like home.

“Capo?” his red eyes followed the known voice, falling on the group all gathered around the small coffee table, as he had seen them, oh, so many times before every meeting. Prosciutto always sat near his little brother and Formaggio at Pesci’s other side; Illuso all sprawled on the couch, Ghiaccio in his corner and Melone happily nestled between them and… his eyes widened, when he saw his mentors nestled on their usual armchair. No one ever used that armchair again, after their death. It was like they were still here, in a certain sense, and sitting on it would have been a profanation. But now… they were here, they were so real that Risotto had the impression he could touch them. And, with a blaze of joy and surprise that almost made him tremble with its intensity, also regret and shame came to him. His mentors… the people he wanted to avenge. The first of his team to have fallen.

His eyes stared for a second at every face in the room, as guilt built in his heart. Every single one of them died for him. It was his fault. If only… if only he had been more resolute, if only he hadn’t wanted more respect, his revenge, if only… if only he had left his pride aside and just lowered his head, all his team would still be alive. Almost as they were intercepting his thoughts, all his teammates got up, nearing him.

“Risotto, don’t you dare to blame yourself. It’s not your fault.” Gelato said, looking at him from below. Among his mentors, he always was the mom-like one and this memory made Risotto smile a little, even if it was a sad smile.

“Yeah, indeed, Capo! It’s not like you pointed a gun at our heads. We chose to follow you and to avenge the oldies here. We were born as a team and we would have died as a team, it was our motto, remember?” Formaggio said, closely followed by Illuso.

“You really think we would have let you do everything alone?” then Pesci closely spoke.

“You always said that the mission was important, but that our team was more. And, well… we all chose the team and to act like a squad, following a common goal.”

“Plus, even if you ordered us to stay back, do you really think we would have listened to you and let you go alone, Capo?” Prosciutto asked, with a sly smile. Risotto was starting to feel his eyes stinging.

“You never treated us like Boss treated his subordinates, with fear and terror. You always gave us the chance to choose. Is it so bad that we’ve chosen to follow our Capo on this mission?” Ghiaccio added and now Risotto was sighing, feeling a heavy weight on his heart.

“My choices led you all to death. We could have survived, if I… I just followed the orders and nothing more. You all paid the price for my choices and actions, you traced a path to the Boss and when I could finally avenge you all… I failed. I failed you all. I’m sorry for this. I’ve disappointed you all.” his always stern and neutral voice was starting to break, as his fists were so tightly close that his knuckles were becoming white. Then, Sorbetto came forward. The only one not to have spoken yet, the one whom Risotto respected the most. The man who more than anyone else was like a father figure to him.

“You did your best, Risotto. No one is blaming you. We all know that you have fought with all your might… it’s not a shame to have lost to the Boss. Now he is someone else’s burden. Someone else will pick the strands we’ve left down and will keep following them, ‘till reaching the Boss and finally killing him. But, Risotto, is not our mission anymore. We did our part: now it’s time for who will come. For us, now, it’s time to rest.” he said, with the low and calm tone that, when Metallica was first developing, always managed to calm the young man down, to the point that he could effectively control his still unruly stand. His words and voice soothed the pain in his heart, making him feel better, lighter. He was right… it was all over. But it wasn’t a bad ending, all in all. They were all together.

And, when he slightly opened his arms, all his team took it as the so waited signal and jumped on him, hugging their Capo for the first time, shamelessly. Why being ashamed of an affectionate gesture? Being dead freed them from many boundaries.

For the first time in a long, long time, Risotto laughed. A sincere, joyful and carefree laugh, as his strong arms enveloped as many of his men as he could, stumbling back from their onrush. It was like a piece of his heart was finally back where it belong, after too much time it was missed.

Finally, in that corner of the afterlife, surrounded by his teammates, his friends, his family, Risotto felt in peace.

They were at home.

#jjba #vento aureo #la squadra di esecuzione #risotto nero #prosciutto #pesci #formaggio #melone #illuso #ghiaccio #sorbetto #gelato #afterlife #squadra meeting each other in the afterlife #scenario #sfw #anon ask

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PREPARE FOR THE LONGEST COMMENT I HAVE EVER WRITTEN FOR A SHOW

How is gotham the only show I have ever seen that acknowledges mothers can be abusive too lol UHHHHM WTF what the fuck is going on with Pyg's face Seriously, every single villain on this show is trying to out-extra each other. Some wear glittery suits, others get hair so high it doesn't fit into the frame anymore, and some dramatically murder some random dude to the tune of ave maria. And you know what?? It doesn't even shock me anymore. I love this show. Harper is alive!! :DD And her name sounds so much like Harvey's holy shit MY WIFE IS WEARING HER RED COAT AGAIN Ajsjdkcksjah I love how she's acting around everyone she's manipulating??? Pretending to be in love with Jim (I will continue to see it like that no matter what happens) to prevent him from parting from her is such a badass move I love her so much LEEEEEEE!!!! She's running the Narrows like a boss and Grundy and Ed are her sidekicks!!! I sorta expected her to be Ed's but it works so much better this way?? Uhmmmm Ed made a smart suggestion!! That boy isn't dumb and we all know it. Oh also, letting her kill the guy is exactly what Oswald would probably have done which means!!.... I'm not sure what it means exactly but it's definitely good for my ship Lee is so caring and nice and badass and I want to cry ;-; first she settles a dispute that would have ended in death without her and a second later she asks about a kids health. I just love her so much, being away from Jim is helping her so much Aand can we please talk about how Ed and Oswald literally changed hairstyles?? Ed does it over his forehead for some reason and Oswald slicks it back/up. Bitch wtf that is some soulmate level shit right there Supportive Ed giving Lee really smart advice about ruling is giving me feels about the Lee/Ed brotp and early season 3 as well. Fuck me up Look at Lee being a better person than Jimmyboy ever was! Contrary to him, she's not a hypocrite ❤️ Oswald looks so sad :( He knows Sofia has been tricking him and even has proof, but he still seems to hope the one friend he still has isn't betraying him (I'm not counting Martin because he's clearly his son guys) Yoooooo this "perfect explanation against suspicion" is exactly what happened with Maroni and Oswald in season 1. With the difference that Oswald actually cares about Sofia while Maroni only liked Oswald for the profits he brought him Sofia is beautiful and adorable and I wish I had a girlfriend like her, pretty and adorable instead of no girlfriend at all She keeps lying and Oswald looks so damn heartbroken :( This is what happens when you take every single person someone cares about away, they become terrified of betrayal He cared about her so much, let her in on his business etc and it was all fake. His heart is probably actually breaking right now (in a platonic way) And in the middle of this actually heartbreaking scene that has me on the verge of tears (partially because I'm super gay for Sofia, partially because I feel so bad for Oswald), Zsasz makes me laugh by reciting a fucking meme. This fucking show. It hurts so much to see Oswald trying to hold back his tears and smile gleefully while it's obvious his whole world just shattered. AND YET it gets even more painful once Sofia admits she lied. He doesn't even have the energy anymore to pretend to be happy Oh my fucking god Zsasz's face at "foot rub" Sofia is so done and I love her Yo what the shit the Dentist is the creepiest fucking character on the show so far If there is one thing Gotham truly adapted from the comics, it's the idea of villains constantly making puns about their theme I just love how the three characters Jim calls first class villains are Jerome, Fish and Oswald. Mention Fish more often please!!!! What do all the villains of the show have in common? Correct! They all want to be remembered in one way or another That was the funniest southern accent I've ever heard. It's so southern, even me, a german teenager who has never been to america, realises it's southern Lee and Ed, the two Badass Bros, on their way to fuck her rival up. Hell Yeah. I had to play that scene three times because I never understood what the guy said until I finally turned on subtitles and I could have sworn he said husband instead of has-been. Ed would make a great husband for a certain flightless bird I can promise you that Ed is being super smart?? Oh godddd if I wasn't gay for Sofia before, when she acted all sweet and adorable, I am definitely HELLA gay for this badass, openly manipulative, top of the game Sofia. Holy FUCK SHE FUCKING MEMORISED EVERY SINGLE DETAIL ABOUT OSWALD AND HIS EMPLOYEES SHE'S SMART AS FUCK Sofia making fun of the guy who's about to torture her, laughing into his face and threatening his family while somehow still remaining adorable and sweet as hell is my sexuality You know what really gets me about this scene?? The way she coldly threatens a whole family, isn't even a bit scared of a horror-dentist but can't watch some random dude getting his brain drilled. She's so badass and incredible and yet she still has compassion YESSSSSSS THE CRIME GIRLS ALL TEAMED UP well they're enemies but they share a scene!! Selina is wearing leather gloves just like Michelle Pfeiffer did oh my fucking godddd this is amazing I'm so fucking gay for mastermind!Sofia MARTIN IS SITTING ON OSWALD'S THRONE AND OSWALD WANTS HIM TO INHERIT HIS CLUB WHICH MEANS OSWALD IS ALREADY PLANNING TO RAISE HIM AS HIS OWN SON AND BE A DAD WHICH HE ALREADY IS AAAAAAAAAAAH Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I mean we all realised there was something fishy about the scene where Sofia catches Martin spying and suddenly the scene cuts off but I kinda hoped it was just weirdly shot BUT HEY at least it wasn't his decision!!! I feel so terrible for Martin :( He looks terrified to tell Oswald the truth, probably felt guilty as hell lying to him in the first place but ignored it to prove himself to Oswald, and he knows how angry Oswald can get. And he STILL tells him!! That's some father-son trust right there guys I love how Oswald collects himself before answering the phone. Martin really is helping him with his temper huh I don't know if I ever said it before, but I really love the new Barbara?? Probably my favourite version of the character yet. Calm, calculating, but still emotional and crazy. Love her Martin looks so fucking scared :(( Protect him please MORE SCENES FOR FOXY PLEASE Selina is literally the youngest in the room but she's the only one that notices they're about to die. Really makes you think And Sofia keeps playing Jim and Oswald against each other! She knows she'll probably die if she doesn't do something fast, so she pushes her plan along and asks Jim to finally take Oswald down. Even though this is about her victory, she makes it look like it's what Jim wants too (which it kind of is?) I'm almost amazed at how Jim is finally thinking with his brain instead of his dick or ego. Almost because that should be the logical thing to do I can't watch Martin cry :( He feels so terrible for Sofia using him, which isn't even his fault, and he apologises and cries and I just want to protect him forever :( I get why Oswald is pissed but you can't just threaten a kid with basically kicking him out of the family But still, I love that even when Oswald is pissed at Martin he is patient enough to let him finish writing his answer without interrupting. that's better parenting than most parents do when they're pissed at their kids AND even though Oswald calls Martin a "little spy" he still cares enough to keep him away from the actual violence. Oswald?? More like Dadwald. Sassy Oswald is still the best. Lol as if he needed to be there to have someone killed The way Jim's and Sofia's scene was cut off it seemed like he considers her plan and will probably follow it but??? I'm pleasantly surprised?? I love how done Oswald is with Jim when Zsasz leaves I mean same This!!! Is the only kind of Gobblepot I am happy to accept. They're still enemies and they threaten each other etc but they have a common enemy and they work together to defeat them. This is some good shit right there This is also the first time this season I actually like Jim. He should threaten people like that more often. Ed and Lee fucking turn to each other in the exact same second this is the best friendship on this show Ed is sassy and witty and Lee is just like "!! this is my best friend and we're sassing this dude together" I love their friendship so much Remember how I said how gay I am for Sofia?? Add Lee too please she's so amazing and have you seen how she looks in this episode?? This whole season?? fuck i'm so gay No matter how genuine Sofia looks just before she kisses Jim, I will keep in mind that she looked just as genuine in her friendship with Oswald and no matter what happens, I will keep holding on to my hope that she does not love him. She's too good for him anyways More female-female scenes!! Oh god I hope this doesn't mean Harper will die I don't want that OH FUCK MARTIN BETTER BE OKAY The scene with the sirens and Martin in the car perfectly show their most important character traits this season?? Selina is the one that observers and notices, Tabitha is the brute that doesn't really bothers with people unless she likes them and Barbara, even though she's calmer now, is still the emotional one. Did I meantion how much I love their team-up?? For one terrible second I thought Zsasz had been working for Sofia the whole time and came to rescue her. I'm SO glad I was wrong Oh Jimmy you should have known Sofia won't let herself be "put on a train" just like that. I'm so damn happy Zsasz didn't kill Harper I cannot believe Oswald was willing to let Sofia live even though she betrayed him etc but as soon as Martin is in danger, he flips and is prepared for a full on war against her Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck Oswald is so worried for Martin :( I am dying and I hope Martin isn't OH FUCK SAVAGE that was the sickest burn holy shit Aaaand I also just remembered how sweet Gertrud and Elijah were and I miss them so much OSWALD GIVES UP HIS POWER FOR THE THIRD TIME NOW FOR SOMEONE HE LOVES AAAAAH Dadwald ;-; he loves Martin so much and Martin knows it and I just want to cry Let himself say these things to Ed next please The melody is the same one that played when Ed threw away the pills in 3x15. Oswald better not do what I fear he'll do BITCH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MARTIN BETTER NOT BE DEAD OR I'LL LITERALLY SUE Eddie, honey, sweetie pie, you have always been at your best mental heights when you were a sidekick. Sorry to tell you buddy but you are literally the best at being a sidekick, even though you are an amazing villain when you're alone as well Ed's brain damage is psychological!!! It's psychosomatic!!!! It's just him not being able to cope with losing against Oswald!!!!!!! Boiiii this implies some amazing things for the future I KNEW Ed's suggestions were smart!!! And Lee knows it too!!! The fact that it's more important to Ed that Lee lied than the fact that he's still brilliant is so telling tbh. It perfectly mirrors the way he reacted when Isabella got killed: He didn't really care about her death in and of itself, but the fact that Oswald lied to him for weeks. Here it's the exact same thing, just with less death and suffering. Even Lee's response mirrors Oswald's motivation! She was afraid of him becoming the Riddler again, aka leaving her, and Oswald was afraid of Ed choosing Isabella, aka leaving him!! It probably won't happen, but I really hope this will lead to Ed reflecting on what really broke him and Oswald apart. This may be the first time in all four seasons someone tells Ed they like him the way he is now. Kristen wanted him to be more “manly” first and less murdery later. Oswald wanted him to be who he was with the added factor of being in love with him (which he was, come on) and maybe more murdery. Lee is the first person that likes Ed the way he is without wanting to change him in any way and even says so. This is what true friendship looks like guys. SHE CALLS HIM HER FRIEND AND HE LOOKS LIKE HE'S ABOUT TO CRY How long has it been since Ed had any friends?? A whole season for sure, right? Before Oswald, there was no one at all who was an actual friend for him. And now Lee comes along, supports him and lets him do what he does best and their friendship is so pure I want to cry. The "you didn't get told no a lot as a kid" thing from Barbara kinda fucks me up a bit tbh. Firstly, because Sofia probably got told no too much, since approval is literally the reason she does all this. Secondly, because I remember how terrible Barbara's parents were and how they called her a pig and all that. The both got told no way too often which is why theyre doing what theyre doing now This is the first time I could sorta analyse Barbara nice MARTIN IS ALIVE!!!! I'm so fucking glad holy shit HOLY FUCK WAIT A SECOND does this mean The Penguin's reputation as a gross soulless bastard comes from everyone thinking he murdered his own adopted kid??? BOIIII that means the thing everyone knows him for is actually fake and what really went down is Oswald saving the kid's life and giving up his dream of raising him just to protect him!! LOVE IS ABOUT SACRIFICE SUCKERS OSWALD CALLS MARTIN "MY BOY" OH MY GODDDDDDDD HE MIGHT AS WELL SIGN THE ADOPTION PAPERS NOW Oswald is about to cry and Martin is already crying and neither of them wants to be parted but Oswald cares too much about Martin to risk his death like he did with his mother by keeping him at his side. This shit is beautiful and I'm sobbing what the fuck FINALLY OSWALD GETS THE HUG HE DESERVES THEY BOTH LOOK LIKE THEY'RE LOSING WHAT THEY LOVE MOST IN THE WORLD So let me get this ‘straight’: Oswald is willing to give up the life he dreams of to make sure Martin is safe? He's willing to let someone he loves go to protect them?? BOY Oswald has grown so much over the course of this whole show HOWS THAT FOR "and you won't change" ED???? All the pieces for a renewed friendship between them are there! Ed is less obsessive, has found friends who can keep him from doing something rash like, I don't know, murdering his best and only friend and understood why Lee lied the same way Oswald did. Oswald learned to love even more selflessly than he did in 3x14 when he was already willing to sacrifice his life for Ed's by sending Martin away, thus proving Ed's theory about Oswald never being able to love that way wrong once and for all. NOW GET THEM TOGETHER INTO THE SAME SPOT PLEASE AND MAKE THEM TALK THEIR SHIT OUT My favourite plottwist is "we're raising the ratings with straightbaiting so we won't get cancelled and say someone will come into Oswald's life and change his view on love just before introducing Sofia, but actually Oswald will just adopt an adorable mute kid" Okay but where are my 20k word fanfics about Martin coming back to Gotham as an adult/teen to be a family again Zsasz is sceptical of sending Martin away but as soon as Oswald calls him is top man he agrees lol There was a guy called Laszlo/Lazlo at the beginning of the first season btw I'd literally die if Pyg was him You idiot, have you never seen Megamind???? If you don't see someone when you look into a cell, you don't open it and check wtf that's literally the easiest way to escape guys OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK ED'S HALLUCINATIONS OF HIS DARK SELF ARE BACK!!! I wonder if Lee accidentally triggered them by saying Ed is who he was before he went crazy fuck You know you spend too much time in school when you're too distracted by the missing comma in Pyg's blood message to find it scary

TL;DR: Sofia is hot as fuck Lee is hot as fuck and the best friend ever Lee and Ed are brotp forever and I'm so damn glad he finally found friends after all the shit he went through Oswald is heartbroken over losing Sofia's friendship and then over losing his son and so am I This season's women are sooo damn badass please let me marry them all Martin HAS TO come back!!!

#theere you go #i wrote this while i was watching the episode yesterday #so a lot of this is also just me freaking out over #...#certain parts #gotham meta #kinda

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