#you're going with your OC The Rat King who is like YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT YOUR CHAINS COMRADES

[wahbegan]

It's a bit creepy the way they keep making Batman villains anti-authoritarian cult leaders whipping the disenfranchised up into violent mobs these days innit

[darkbluekies]

In the dungeon

yandere!king oc x fem!reader

Summary: after disrespecting him, you've found yourself in his dungeon. Edmund comes to visit you because he has heard that you haven't eaten in three days

Warnings: self starvation, punishment, toxic relationship,

Word count: 1.1k

He doesn't like it, but what choice does he have? If people found out that he doesn't punish his own wife, what would they think of him? That he's not a well respected leader because he can't even punish his own wife? No, he can't have that. He has to do it. But by doing it, he also feels pain, so it's a punishment for both of you. That's how he explained it.

You had disrespected him, belittled him and his masculinity. And now you're here. Easier said than done. Saying the words to him was easier than doing the time for them.

Your head hangs low as footsteps echo down the spiral stone stairs. You don't look up to see who it is, don't care who it is. Another guard to switch swift.

“Oh, my love …”

You look up. Edmund is standing on the other side of the metallic bars, wearing his clean, colorful clothes made out of the finest satin. He places a plate with a silver cloche on the bench beside him. You pull yourself up from the floor slowly, back sore from resting against the stone wall for eternity and stomach empty. Edmund's ice blue eyes follow your every step. It's not often that they contain any type of emotion, but seeing you like this brings out a deep worry that seems to make his eyes glow.

You drag yourself over to the door, which is nothing more than metallic bars. You hold onto one of the cold metal rods. Edmund places his hand over yours.

“The guards have told me that you haven't eaten in three days”, he says softly, as if you could break if he raised his voice even a decibel louder. “You can't do that, Y/N. You can't worry me like this.”

As if he would have eaten that stale bread and drink that moldy water, you think.

“Can I come up now?” you whisper. “I want to get out of here”, you cry weakly. “Edmund, please …”

Edmund shakes his head carefully.

“No, not yet”, he answers with a heavy sigh. “It's going to be okay, darling”, he reassures you softly, kissing the hand he's holding. “Soon, you'll be back with me, okay? Believe me, I want nothing more than to let you back upstairs and have you in my arms, but they would think I was incompetent in my role.”

He wipes one of your tears apologetically.

“Do you care more about your power than you do me?” you whisper.

He looks taken aback, unable to know what to answer.

“Don't be like that”, he says. “You know I love you more than anything else.”

But not enough, apparently, you think and sniffle.

He looks behind you, around the cell.

“I brought some food from the kitchen”, he says. “I want to see you eat it before I leave.”

He gestures for the guard to unlock the door as he bends down to pick up the plate. You back away from the door, finding your safe spot on the floor by the opposite wall. Edmund walks over, checking the floor before hesitantly sitting down.

“Do you have to sit on the dirty floor?” he mumbles dislikingly.

“I like it”, you reply.

“Alright, alright.”

Despite grimacing and dusting of his satin clothes, he makes himself comfortable on the hard, dirty floor and opens the cloche. The smell of boiled potatoes and marinated meat meets your nose, and the sight is even more exquisite. He takes out a silver fork from his pocket, stabs one of the potatoes and holds it to your lips. You open your mouth, letting him feed you. It tastes better than you remember it to. It has only been a week since you got locked down in the dungeon, but without anything to do, without necessities and comfort, the hours creep by. For all you could care, a month could have gone by. The only form of company you've had have been the rats crawling around on the floor, just big enough to squeeze through the metal bars. They bite.

“Tasty?” Edmund asks.

You nod. Anything that the kitchen prepares is delicious — or at least a thousand times better than the rock hard bread and dusty water.

“Good”, the young king says, pleased, feeding you another fork full of meat. “It makes me feel better to see you eat.”

Eating the food he has brought for you reminds you of how badly you want to vet out of here … and how much your comfort relies on Edmund.

Edmund wipes away a sauce smudge on the corner of your lips and sticks it between his lips to lick it off. You doubt he would do that to anyone else. Ever. He has certain liberties with you which he has with no one else. He can hug you, touch you, smile at you, joke with you. You give him life in a way no one can.

“You should see how restless my hours without you are”, he sighs and rolls his eyes. “I'm a walking bomb without you. I almost feel bad for my secretary.”

“Then let me back up …”, you whisper, a last attempt to try to plead with him. “Please.”

“I can't. Not yet. I've already given you special treatment and advantages no one else has gotten. If I let you back upstairs before an appropriate time my authority will be questioned.”

“I'm sorry, Edmund.”

Your voice is barely audible. His hand stops dead in its track on its way to your mouth. A drop of sauce falls down on the floor. You can see that it hit him right in his heart, shattering it.

“Oh, I know”, he reassures you and feeds you the piece of meat. “I know, darling. I believe you.”

You chew slowly, swallow slowly. The food seems to get stuck in your throat.

“Good girl”, Edmund praises. “You can hold out a little while longer, can't you? Just a few more days?”

You nod in defeat. What other choice do you have now that your pleading didn't work?

Edmund stands up. You follow him panicked, quickly reaching out and grabbing his hand.

“No!” you shriek. “Dont leave me. I don't want to be alone!”

“It's getting late”, Edmund answers. “I thought that I would let you get some rest.”

“No … not alone … please. Please stay. Just a little while longer.”

He thinks for a second. “Okay.”

You breathe out in relief. He sits down with his back against the wall, letting you fall asleep against him, wrapped in his warm, strong arms. Leaving him alone with his thoughts — his conflicting, torturing thoughts.

When you wake up the following morning by the sun shining through the little window pane you're alone, lying on the floor, covered by a colorful cape made out of the finest satin.

[thebisexualdogdad]

Trials and tribulations chapter 1

Based off of my OC's

Kane, are you satisfied with your life? 

What if I told you there's a home for people like you? 

A school where you'd be surrounded by your peers to master the deadly arts. 

Welcome to King's Dominion. 

Nearly a year now Kane Saito had been at King's and six months since he and Billy Bennett had begun dating. 

Everything seemed to be going fine until Billy found out Kane had been keeping a secret from him. 

"When were you going to tell me that not only are you apart of the Kuroki Syndicate but also Saya's brother!" Billy shouted storming into Kane's dorm room, slamming the door shut behind him.  

"Half brother Billy. Same dad, different mom," Kane said calmly, turning around in his desk chair where he was doing his homework. 

"She's still your sister Kane! You've been here a year and neither of you bothered to mention this to anyone," he said crossing his arms. 

"Saya was raised to be apart of the Kuroki I'm only here because I have no other choice," he retorted. 

"What are you talking about?"

"I had a normal life Billy, I was supposed to go to Juliard and instead I'm here... as if Juliard is going to accept an application from a school for assassins that doesn't exist to the public. I want nothing to do with this place or the Kuroki's," Kane stated.  

"But if you never came here we wouldn't have met," Billy replied. 

"You are the only good thing about this damn school Billy, even if I am counting down the days till graduation." 

Billy was beginning to calm down, taking a seat on Kane's bed. 

"So do you and Saya like… hate each other or something?" Billy asked. 

"I mean Saya's okay, but we haven't exactly tried to have an actual relationship," Kane shrugged. 

"Did you know about Saya before?" He questioned on. 

"I didn't find out about Saya until my mother told me on her death bed that my father cheated on his wife with her and had a bastard child who was well, me. She told me all about the Kuroki which was his family lineage and now that i was 16 i had to come here and bare my birthright in the group or they would consider me a traitor and kill me," Kane explained. 

"Why didn't you ever tell me," Billy said softly. 

"Because I'm still trying to process it all myself… and it feels like my mom betrayed me and i hate her for it."

"Oh."

"While Saya and I are related, I'm a bastard legacy and I consider myself a Rat," Kane shrugged. 

"So this is why Yukio hates you so much," Billy sighed. 

"He thinks I want to take Saya's place as head of the Kuroki and if anyone were to replace Saya he wants it to be him." 

"Well it is your birthright," Billy stated, "and wouldn't it be kinda cool to be in charge? No one would fuck with us then."

"It's not what i want Billy," Kane said sternly noticing his boyfriend getting hyped over the idea, "so please..  Just drop it." 

"Okay, okay," Billy said playfully raising his hands in the air and stepping in front of Kane, "you want to fool around until potions class?" 

Kane grinned and pulled Billy into his lap, "why don't we just skip class today?"

"I like the way you think," Billy said before kissing him hard. 

-

"What's up with that new kid, Marcus?" Kane asked looking at him down the hallway of lockers. 

"Rumor says he burned down an entire orphanage," Lex told him. 

"He looks like a little prick, no way he has the balls to do that kind of shit," Kane huffed.

"I don't know, he looks like he has an edge to him. What do you think Billy?" Petra added. 

"I think he looks like a fun time," Billy said innocently. 

"I think he looks like he's been tweaked out and there's more to the story," Kane said under his breath not liking the way Marcus was looking at Saya. 

Kane and Saya might not have the best relationship but there was no lying he cared about his sister, even if she didn't want him to. 

"Looks like the new kid wants to shag your sister mate," Lex laughed. 

"Shut it Miller," he grunted, "just because you all know Saya's my sister now doesn't change anything." 

Saya noticed Kane staring at her and Marcus so she rolled her eyes and walked away leaving Marcus confused in the middle of his sentence. 

Kane had a bad feeling about Marcus, he couldn't put his finger on it but there was something off about him. 

-

"So the new kid," Luca said with a gravelly voice. 

"You really want to talk about Marcus now?" Maria said lifting her head from where it had been between Luca's legs. 

"I'm just saying, he was checking you out when you guys brought him in," Luca muttered as Maria gripped him particularly hard with her hand. 

"Well it's not his dick in my mouth now is it?" Maria retorted. 

"Forget i said anything," Luca replied throwing his head back in pleasure. 

Maria was about to return to her previous activities but there was a knocking on her dorm room door. 

"Shit," they both grunted, Luca scrambling to get his pants back up and hide in the closet. 

"Maria, it's lunch and you stood me up," Chico said entering the room with two of his boys. 

"I'm sorry Chico I'm not feeling so well," Maria lied. 

"Oh baby what's wrong?" Chico said faux worried. 

"It's just that time of the month, cramps are killing me," Maria told him. 

"Say no more," Chico replied, Maria could always get him to stop asking questions when she used that one, "you rest, I'll have Alvaro bring lunch to you." 

"Thank you baby," Maria said kissing his cheek. 

"You know I always take care of my girl," Chico said smugly. 

Luca however rolled his eyes from inside the closet. 

"I will see you later mi amor," Chico said exiting Maria's room. 

When they were gone Maria opened the closet door for Luca. 

"He's so full of shit," Luca grumbled. 

"He's Chico, he owns me and there's nothing I can do," Maria sighed sitting on her bed. 

"I promise you Maria Salazar," Luca said taking her head in his hands, "one day you and I will be together, far far away from this place and Chico, nobody owns you." 

"I can't wait for that day," Maria smiled before kissing him.

-

"So you're fooling around with Luca Giordano," Saya said approaching Maria at the sink in the girl's bathroom. 

"Shh," Maria said looking around making sure no one else was in there with them. 

"Don't worry I already checked, no one's here," Saya assured her. 

"How did you figure it out?" Maria questioned. 

"I saw him leaving your room earlier," Saya told her. 

"You're not gonna tell Chico are you?" 

"Of course not Maria, Chico is a flaming piece of shit," Saya said shaking her head, "just tell me Luca treats you right." 

"Luca is incredible… I love him," Maria says leaning against the sink. 

"Then you're secrets safe with me," Saya smiles. 

"So are things getting any better with your brother?" 

"I don't know, Kane was practically giving Marcus the death glare when he saw me talking to him," Saya sighs. 

"You and Marcus huh?" Maria teases. 

"I mean he's kind of cute," she said blushing. 

"Kane's just being the typical overprotective brother," Maria assures her.

"We've only known each other for a year he hasn't earned that right yet." 

"Maybe you should give him the benefit of the doubt." 

"Maybe he should try harder if he wants to be my family," Saya retorts. 

"It's a two way street Saya, you're not gonna get anywhere if both if you don't try harder." 

"Are you going to Siobhan's party Friday night?" Saya said effectively changing the subject.