#paperbackpieces makemewhole

[the-graves-family]

Most interesting stories start with Ace wandering off while Aaron is distracted.

Usually, he has a crew of carers that follow him around when Aaron doesn't need him. It's how he's kept clean and fed. And out of police custody. But he evaded them without meaning to, having seen something interesting and going off to inspect it. He can be very stealthy when he wants to.

This is how he finds himself navigating poorly lit streets, alone, looking around for anything familiar. Hard when he's got the memory of a goldfish.

And that's probably underselling the goldfish.

He's smiling, as he always is, but he is distantly aware that Aaron will be very angry with him when he does manage to get back. Angry enough to send him to The Room, maybe. Ace won't like that.

Movement out of the corner of his eye makes him turn his head, grin widening, exposing sharpened teeth. A new friend? "Hello?"

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

[the-graves-family]

Ace hums happily, not really willing to leave Enzo's lap for the time being. He's satisfied for now, although that could change, and his friend holds him in a way he likes.

Aaron's facial expression twitches briefly into something empty and dark when Enzo talks back, but he quickly smooths it over and and shrugs. "Waste of time. Go get him cleaned up then, if you want to check in so badly." He'd take care of himself, which was the usual for him.

Enzo smiles at Ace and kisses his forehead. "Good."

Glancing at Aaron over Ace's shoulder, Enzo's expression changes to a faux pout. "Am I not allowed to check in? You never let me do it with you but Ace seems to enjoy it. But yes, we're done."

[carnivalofchaos]

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@paperbackpieces-makemewhole it's been a while

One thing about Wilford: He could be quite the tease. He didn't do it often (He had a habit of crumbling under his partner if they gave him so much as puppy eyes), but when he did, he went all in.

Like right now, he was sitting on Enzo's desk. A challenge in itself, as he had to make room. Wearing the shortest shorts he could find, a pink shirt that left almost nothing to the imagination, and a strawberry sucker in his mouth.

Looking at the other man, a smile crosses over his face.

"Hello, my honeypot." He says, giving him a slow look over.

[murdersinthemaking]

It's been a rough week for Enzo.

He's barely had a chance to sit down, let alone relax, due to a rather difficult hands-on case with a deadline for the end of the week.

However, he'd managed to finish it early, with a distinct lack of sleep and a desperate need for at least a night without any thoughts.

Which is why he's invited Murdock over, answering the door in barely anything and dragging the taller man to his bedroom, where there are a few toys laid out.

Dropping to his knees in front of Murdock, Enzo stares up at him with hazy, pleading eyes and utters two simple words.

"Ruin me."

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

An invite to Enzo’s always meant something fun, either a cozy night in or a little bit of stress relief. They’d only spoken once this week, some long winded case that had captured his lovers attention. Murdock had two victims ready to make public, but he kept them on ice until Enzo had time off. There wasn’t a need for such a hassle.

Not a single hello is out of his mouth as he walks in, quickly following into the bedroom and watching the detective fall to his knees. How could he deny that? “Aww, poor little thing. Have you been waiting for me all week? Don’t worry your pretty little head anymore. Can you show me what toys you want me to use?”

[mariasymphony]

Maria has been much more anxious than usual.

At first, Enzo thought he had done something to have made feel uncomfortable around him but, as time went on and she opened up to him more about certain things, he found that that wasn't the case.

However, the true reason for her increased anxiety makes him angry. Not at Maria, of course, but at the person responsible for it — her ex.

So, on a day where Maria said she'd be busy with rehearsals, Enzo takes a day off to personally deal with her ex. In a way he hasn't had to in a long while.

So there he is, on a rooftop, with his old M39, watching the man through the scope, ready to shoot once there are less people around him.

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole, SD!Enzo

Maria hated this.

It has been almost two years since she's broken up with her ex-boyfriend, about a year and a half since she's even seen him (he violated the restraining order and got arrested). Things have been amazing. She met Enzo and his sweet daughter Abbey. He's always so kind and understanding of her issues, and she enjoys spending time with him. So why did she feel a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach.

Tomorrow would have been their two year anniversary. It's a date she wishes she could scrub from her brain, but... she can't. It has to be why she feels this way, right?

Even Enzo had noticed her anxiety spiking, and while it had been difficult to open up about her past, it also made her feel a little better confiding in him. And now, the day before her big performance (why did it have to be the 9th), she's finishing up the final rehearsal.

Unknown to her, the man in question is parked outside of the music hall several yards away, scribbling something in his notebook. People make their way down the sidewalks, going about their day, not knowing what could be in store for them.

Maria leaves the building with Wolfgang, always feeling better with him at her side. Stepping off to the small patch of grass, she kneels down to pet him and offer a small treat. "Good boy, Wolfie..." She murmurs to him.

The man in the car watches but makes no other moves.

[ghostsandexams]

Tagged by @paperbackpieces-makemewhole to do this quiz

Notable characters from Clay's list

Levi Ackerman (91%) (Highest percentage)

Doctor Strange (90%)

Raymond Holt (88%)

Egon Spengler (87%)

Nick Fury (86%)

Jet Black (85%)

Ron Swanson (83%)

I don't got anyone to tag, so if you want an excuse to do it, go right ahead. This is your sign.

[wilfywarfy]

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@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

(i've been thinking abt it for a while and like... what if?)

AHHH CORRUPTION ARC

Wilford does his thing, only he's a bit more batshit than usual. He's killing people left and right, all because he thinks it's funny.

And Enzo is in charge of finding him. Despite how sloppy Wilford is, he still has yet to be found. And Enzo is the only one that can do the job...

Or at least, that's the case, until Wilford finds him first. And turns Enzo into his second hand. All the while he slowly draws him into his pit of insanity.

Is Enzo just playing along, or will Wilfords killer charms win him this hot detective?

I see it as a enemies to lovers, with Wilford falling first. Definitely has a darker element. On the rating scale, violent PG-13.

[beloved-little-coffee-shop]

You walked into a little coffee shop to see a dark haired man behind the counter. You walked to one of the booths and took a seat, waiting for someone to serve you. The man came over and you read his name tag.

*Cirius*

"How may I help you today?"

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Rules:

No nsfw(or regular roleplays too I guess-) without DMing me first so we can go over the character relationship and our boundaries

I don't tolerate TERFs, pedos, antitherians, antifurries, homophobes, transphobes, racists or sexists! I also don't tolerate bullying or harassment! If you do any of this, get the hell out of here.

Please, please let me know if I do anything wrong- Chances are I didn't mean to because either I skimmed through your rules and boundaries and I will just need a small reminder, or I forgot and I will need a reminder though DMs!!

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Name: Cirius

Age: 29

Height: 5'7

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Bisexual(with a heavy male lean)

Hair: Dark brown

Eye color: Pale green

Skin: (somewhat) Tan...

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Tags:

Care for a coffee? - (Ooc posts)

Oh! Thanks for the tip! - (Asks)

Why don't you stick around for another cup? - (Rp threads)

Oops! Just a minor spill! - (Rp prompts)

Hot HOT hot coffee - (Sinday/Suggestive posts)

gah- i forgot to make the coffee! - (Ooc and silly mode posts)

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Rosemary hostess club x Étincelle coffeehouse crossover(posts mentioning @whydontyajoin-thehostess)

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About Cosy(and Cirius' appearance)

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Check out @distorted-sound

(my side blog for my oc who has no impact on my main 3)

[the-merrick-archives]

🎶🚀

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

🎶Do they have a type?

"A type...hmm. Physical attributes, not really. I like dark hair, and I guess I prefer them to be taller than me, but they're not 'deal breakers'. I just want someone who treats me with respect...recognizes my boundaries. Kind, compassionate..."

🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love?

"I recognize who I am...what I'm capable of. If someone I love is in trouble, I will not hesitate to do what is necessary to save them. Even if that means taking lives."

[darkmanor]

“you said you wouldn’t do this anymore.”

-@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

[dark looks back at enzo, no trace of guilt]

“No, darling,” [said dark, softly and carefully] “You said I wouldn’t do this again. I told you I would.”

[the-graves-family]

[care] + “Is that…. somebody’s hand?” + “Will you tell me how it happened?” with Mafia!Aaron

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

It's not just his neck.

Aaron has bruises everywhere. His lip's split and bleeding, the skin over his nose broken. His shirt's off and he'd been in the middle of cleaning up. Handprints on his throat and waist.

Shame on him for keeping his door unlocked.

He glares up at Enzo, a sneer twisting his lips. It hurts. "Why do you care?"

Some play with a few ill-advised people had turned sour when he'd been recognized. It had turned some fun into a brawl. Ruined his night out.

"I don't pay you to care about shit like this."

[the-graves-family]

Aaron huffs again and rolls his eyes. Nothing he's saying or doing is riling Enzo up. Fucking boring. Anger and boredom war in his mind and he groans, pressing his palms into his eyes.

"Shut up. I don't care." It's not the truth, but Aaron rarely speaks in anything but lies and half-truths. He's starting to feel overwhelmed while coming off his high.

"Just... do whatever. I don't care."

It is not fair that Aaron decides to stretch right before an argument, not because it makes Enzo reconsider, but because Aaron's trying to make him reconsider.

"Aaron. Aaron I have a conscience. It may not work for murder but that's different." Enzo has been killing people since he was 10; it's second nature, and 96% of the time, the people he kills deserve it. "It's not ethics, it's basic human decency."

He blinks at Aaron. "Oh, I just forgot the word in English. Anyway, do you want or not?"

[carnivalofchaos]

🥪 ( SANDWICH ) - receiver was just trying to drop sender off some lunch at work but after seeing them in a particularly arousing position, receiver pulls sender into their office for a quickie

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole (for the og wil)

Wilford carried a large container of papoutsakia in his hands, headed right towards Enzo's office. He knew how he could get all caught up in his work, forgetting to eat and such. But he couldn't have his love going hungry. Everything feels worse on an empty stomach.

He doesn't bother knocking on the door, not expecting anything too out of the ordinary. "My love~"

[murdersinthemaking]

A Courtly Affair

Enzo belongs to @paperbackpieces-makemewhole

Merrick belongs to @merrick-of-violet

Yes I��m reposting so it can all be in one

Happy early Sinday (there is not a lot of smut I’m sorry. I’ll make up for it with the chair)

Head of the Royal Guard. Murdock wants to think of him as a pushover, as someone he can have reason to be abrasive towards. Validation of the scraping sensation laced with the rearranging of his internal organs when he thinks of Enzo. Filled with the bitter taste of his wards favour falling towards him rather than the guard at her side each day. Blackthornes only heir seemed to reserve the more meaningful and intimate words for him.

Yet.

A single word put enough distance between the idea of enemy and companion. One too many drinks; sparring matches where he’s pinned to the floor and face shoved down into the dirt by the blunt end of Enzos hilt, eyes blurry as a voice teasingly reminds him to “Try again”. Allured by the steel cap of the boot pressing into his own chest, Murdock would try again. Again. Again until his body was covered in the purple bruising like a madman’s attempt of embroidering a grape. Each put under the pressure of his chest plate everyday, the short stings becoming something to revel in as he went to rest and find reconciliation. Laid to rest in the room only steps away from her highness, Princess Merrick.

So devoted to her, not only was her name forever in his skin, Murdocks eternal allegiance was branded into his back. Now he follows her, three steps away at all times and armed. Every second spent at her side, quietly hoping and waiting that his devotion would be rewarded. Tiny steps in and out around her, a circling dance between the vault of intimate and casual moments they could have. A few seconds where their hands may brush against each other, her gaze meeting his and softening like the light of a dying sun, even the polite conversation between them was worth it. Forever devoted for a few minutes of her time.

Tonight, both of them circle around the princess. While he never considered the bureaucracy and politics parties brought, Enzo kept on trying to explain it to him. “…Now, you can’t let her highness ever dance with the nobles dressed in green. Trade disputes between the two regions make it uncomfortable enough for interactions, seeing her highness dance with them could be seen as a proposition for better trade. Steer her away and try getting her to talk with one of our own.” Staring off at Merricks elegant dance through people to her intended conversation, he gets to dream of a dance with her. Pulled away from nobles and the like, dancing with her fair hand.

“No dreaming will bring you what you want, so focus up and start getting closer to her. Keep it together, I do it with my own desires.” Glancing back at his captain, he finds Enzos hand pressing down on his shoulder. Holding him back and pushing down, the pressure of the decorative plates on his armour across the most common bruise from their sparring matches. When he’s shoved into the courtyard wall, his own sword disregarded for his opponents elbow jabbing into Murdocks shoulder. His mouth is forced open, silently ajar as he’s pushed forward into the sea of dancers to watch for Merrick.

A slow waltz plays out, delicately tuned and echoing through the expanse of the ballroom. Weaving through the out of touch, elderly nobles still balancing powdered wigs on their heads and taking down the rest of the kitchens cheap sherry. Murdock finally reaches her again, watching her highness start up conversation with another noble. And green gloved hands reach to touch Merricks shoulders.

“Your highness, I think a dance is in order?”

A cold, steel hand quickly beats the nobles, resting on Merricks shoulder. Rarely was he allowed to touch her, only to defend her and pay his respects. He can pretend it’s both now, with fingers resting on violet lace and purple silks. Murdock watches the nobles face sour and the princess’s falter, offering his other hand to continue the dance.

Devotion is reciprocated.

“I do apologize, Lord Arden. Perhaps we’ll have the next?” Merricks words were always chosen perfectly, carefully curated for civil conversation and the keeping of the peace. A princess wasn’t a figurehead; she was an ambassador, low level deity, scholar, artist, socialite and whatever else she would choose to be next. And perfectly chosen, as the noble smiles and departs back into the watching crowds. Gliding steps across the ballroom flower, the decorative armour clinking together each time his shoulders sway while Merricks steps are soft and unheard. But no matter how loud his movements be, no one looks at his half of the dance.

Dizzy isn’t enough to describe it. Relief could be it, when she decides to take his hand and dance. Months of his watch and conversation, guard and care, has him hopefully listed trustworthy. Affections that might’ve been matched to Enzos. Murdocks jealousy is extinguished for the night, as they both circle across the marble floor. Merricks hand carefully grasping his, the faint smile on her face as the last notes play out. It was too quick, but every second will have to be replayed over and over for the rest of his life.

“Thank you, your highness, for the dance. It was an honour.”

As the night closes, he knows what comes after this. When the princess makes her final conversations and comments, she retires for the night. A quiet goodbye to Murdock at her door, then she retires. A well practiced routine. Stationed outside her door, until Enzo arrives one hour and three minutes later. One word. Dismissed. The captain takes his place beside her door, the guard walks all of twenty seven steps to his chambers.

Somehow stone walls are so awfully thin.

Tonight, sixty three minutes have been cut out.

Both her knights a half step from her heels, the decorative plates rattling on their chests in time with their footsteps. Murdock can’t look at the captain once they get to this hallway. It’s inevitable.

“Oh Enzo, don’t stop. Serve me, my loyal knight.”

Taunting. That elegant voice crying out for him, only him. Not for her loyal guard, trained his entire life to serve her. Enzo had the Royal name on his skin, but he had Merricks full title inked into his body. The oath of dedication to her and her alone. Almost six months where he’d finally met his life’s entire purpose, yet he got everything. The attention, the conversation, the smiles and blushing laughter.

Twenty seven steps away from their torture.

There’s a look he misses, Merricks quiet smile and Enzos shoulders pulling back. “Sir Murdock? Will you be joining us tonight?”

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He’s almost certain he blacks out. From standing outside the door to kneeling between the princess thighs. Salivating as he’s trapped between them, Merricks hands softly tugging at his hair to keep him there. A heavy hand presses into his spine, still gloved as his fingers scratch down Murdocks keening back. The last layer of clothing Enzo is wearing is only the gloves. “Good boy. Keep moving.” Urging him on, pressing the guard into her highness’s leaking cunt. Even as he eats her out, Murdocks consumed by her.

The aching of his jaw doesn’t matter, lapping at Merricks arousal like a starved dog. Nose bumping against her clit while his tongue probes her entrance. Hands itching to pull apart her thighs and delve in further, but they stay behind his back. Only ever touch royal skin to protect them. Enzos eyes crinkle with a grin to see him so stupidly obedient. A trait to practice and exploit for another day…

[mariasymphony]

Abbey is on a mission.

The rather small 4 year old walks through the park quietly, short blonde hair flowing in the wind as she makes her way towards a lady with two dogs that are nearly the same size as herself.

When she gets to her, Abbey looks up at the lady, bright blue eyes wide and filled with wonder.

"Hi, Miss. You're very pretty, please may I pet your dogs?"

Meanwhile, Enzo is growing increasingly more panicked as he searches for his daughter — how did she manage to disappear so quickly, he'd only looked away for a second.

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

Maria is sitting on a bench, having just finished a jog around the park and enjoying a water break with the boys. It's a beautiful day for it, brisk but not too cold that her nose or fingers feel numb.

Her gaze moves from watching the dogs lap at their water to the sweet voice addressing her. Smiling sweetly, she lets out a soft chuckle. "That's very sweet... thank you. And of course you can. Just hold out your hand and let them sniff it first."

While this is happening, she looks up and around... frowning a little when she doesn't see a parent or guardian nearby. This child was awfully small to be unsupervised. "Is someone here with you, dear?"

[draftsandchains]

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