#the fucker got hit by an angelic weapon

[bawawawawaguitarsolofuckyeah]

Had this thought for a while

Do you guys think Alastor plays soft jazz whenever he sleeps? Or probably a (surprisingly) soft white noise?

Or maybe he would just play either of them every night, just for the vibes, without fail. It has become a habit of him, probably to pass time (because he hates sleep), and, well- the residents don't mind. A few actually find it nice, comforting. (Charlie, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious)

So when the residents of the hotel hit the sheets after the battle against the angels (ep.8), they were expecting the familiar, soft melody of some jazz or the familiar buzz of white noise.

But the first time in a long while, ever since the Radio Demon first arrived,

it was silent.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #who needs sleep #alastor the radio demon #radio #that man needs help #like really #the fucker got hit by an angelic weapon #then (had???) to come back immediately with a smile

[mr-bas00nist]

Can I get a Phillip Graves x NB AMAB reader smut? Phillip is interrogating reader but then it gets spicy and the reader blows phillips back out? And can you add the reader finding out his name is Phillip and saying "Phillip on these nuts" please? (I am so not mature 😂)

Learn To Take A Joke

Cw: Crude humor, degradation, humiliation, exhibitionism and violence

You coughed on your blood as one of Graves’s shadows landed a blow across your cheek. You spat out blood as you laughed. You were trained to endure torture and abuse. Them hitting you wasn’t even getting close to breaking you. You licked your busted lip.

“That all you got?” You questioned with a smirk and a raised eyebrow as the men clenched his hand tightly. “You mother-“ before the blow could land a brunette man gripped his hand. You raised an eyebrow as the man immediately put his hand down saluting. “Who’s this guardian angel?”

You spoke as your nose bled down your face. The shadow glared at you. “And why should I tell you fucker-“ The brunette gave the soldier a sharp look as he immediately shut up. “I’ll take it from here soldier.” He motioned to the door. His blue eyes traced your form up and down as he sat in the chair in front of you.

“The names Phillip, Phillip Graves.” He spoke putting his hand out like you could shake it tied up. You began snickering as you looked to him with a smirk. “Phillip on these nuts.” You spoke with a cackle as he gave you an annoyed look. “Do you know why your here?” He questioned observing his hands.

“Don’t know, don’t care.” You spoke with not much amusement as you felt around the knots that bound your wrists together, seeing if you could maybe find a weak one. Phillip hummed pursing his lips in thought before glancing into your eyes. “Are you sure-“ you cut him off.

“Pretty boy, what did I just say?” You spoke with a raised eyebrow as he smiled for a moment. You kept toying with the bounds on your wrist even more as you finally found a weak point. “Pretty boy huh?” He questioned as you shrugged with a nod. “What, can’t deny your attractive can I?” You questioned.

He shrugged as he adjusted on his chair a bit more. “You know, better circumstances and I’d take you to dinner.” He spoke with a teasing tone as you laughed trying to cover up the sound of you pulling rope. “Is that so Phillip?” You raised an eyebrow as he nodded.

“Your pretty too.” You rolled your eyes as you got the knots out of your bound loosening your hands. You clenched and unclenched your sore hands as you just waited for the perfect moment to strike. He raised an eyebrow as he hummed looking over the assortment of torture weapons. He stood up turning.

“Lets see-“ big mistake. You launched up gripping his wrists as you tied the same ropes around his wrists quick and efficiently. You gripped the ropes as you shoved his head down against the desk. He grunted. “The hell?!” He questioned.

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Your guys need to go back to the Boy Scouts apparently with the way they tie knots.” Phillip looked annoyed. Aggravated. But, aroused too. He tried to adjust only grinding further and further into your crotch. You visibly grunted.

“stop grinding into my dick dude.” You spoke as he paused in embarrassment. Blood rushing South. You noticed his blush as your raised an eyebrow. “Oh, I see.” You smirked with a cocky smile. Phillip didn’t know what to expect. He was certainly surprised when you shoved his face deep onto the desk as he heard a zipper come down.

Graves had no idea how long this had been going on for. Your abusive grip on his hips leaving already forming purple bruises. Your pace never faltering even as you came. He gripped the edge of the table crying out in pleasure and pain. You gave him a snack to his ass before confining your brutal pace as you panted and grunted.

“Taking it so good for me.” You groaned through gritted teeth. Phillip whimpered in response as he buried his head into his arms. He whined and whimpered as you held his head down thrusting faster. You hit his sweet spot head on every time as he began approaching his peak once more as usual. Tingles shot through his body as he let out a silent scream as blanks shot out his cock.

You soon came deep inside him as you finally had enough. You hummed as you slowed your thrust riding yourself and him through orgasm. You soon pulled out watching your seed drip down to his milky thighs. You hum as you pull your pants up pulling your zipper back up. You hum as you caress his hair.

“Good boy. I’ll have to take you out to dinner sometimes.”

#dom male reader #dom reader #phillip graves #phillip graves smut #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x male reader #cod x male reader #cod x reader #cod

[fanofstuff02]

PRISON AU IT IS!

AU by @rius-cave , although I added my own thoughts into it (For example, her idea was that Lute helping Adam but I wanted it to go more like the actual show, where I think Lute wouldn’t help Adam if he was a sinner.).

Tagging you @fightinsoda and @foreverpeachy2010 , hope you don’t mind.

Everyone’s roles:

People who’s in prison:

Lucifer: You’ll see

Husk/Hunter (I’m basic): Tax evasion/illegal gambling

Angel Dust/Anthony: That guy has a mafia family

Alastor: Spilling government secrets on radio (Still a serial killer)

Sir Pentious: Illegal weapon posession

Vox: Fraud

Valentino: Do I need to say something

Adam: Framed with murder

This is an all male prison yk

People out of prison:

Charlie: Law student

Emily: Also a law student

Vaggie: Fired cop

Lute: Cop

St Peter: Cop

Sera: Judge

Nifty: Canteen lady

Rosie: Prison nurse

Velvette: Crime partner of Vox, but managed to dodge going to prison

Do police officers can both patrol and do wardening? I have no idea. But this goes like that.

Also, sorry if this doesn’t has that much details. I tried not to copy @things-arent-what-they-seem66 ‘s fic. The next chapters will be better I swear.

ENJOYY!!!!

Also, I’ll post the new chapter of my favorite au a few hours later.

“Dad..?” A little kid came out from behind the desk where she was hiding and looked to his father. Why was his dad covered in red? And why wasn’t the person she didn’t knew moving? “Is he okay?”

“Don’t worry sweetie. It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine He can’t-“

“Stay away from her.” A slightly scared, but determined voice came from behind. “Charlie, come here.”

“Lily, you have to listen! He was going t-“

“I don’t care. Charlie, don’t go near him.” Lilith pulled her daughter to herself harshly and took her arm into her hands.

“I want to stay with daddy!” She fighted against her mother’s grip but she was too strong. Lilith gave Lucifer one more disgusted look and rushed to outside.

“LILITH!” Lucifer yelled as he wanted to go after them, but he froze when he heard someone shout.

“Stay where you are and raise your hands up in the air!” A police officer walked inside and pointed his gun to him.

Lucifer, who was still in shock, did what he said. He handcuffed him and guided him to a police car. He saw multiple polices around. Lilith was talking to one.

“I heard the intruder coming in. It was at my daughter’s room but instead of calling you, my husband decided to play the hero and end him himself. I’m hoping you will put an end to this.” Lilith’s eyes met with Lucifer’s, but she cut the eye contract. She couldn’t look him in the eye. All she saw was a murderer.

“I understand you ma’am. I hope you can get divorced easily.”

Lucifer then looked at his daughter. Oh, he could do anything to go near her, wipe her tears away, hug her and calm her down. Instead, he could just look at her. She teared her gaze from the stone floor and looked at her father. And at that moment, Charlie understood that her father wasn’t a monster like mommy said.

Lucifer only thought about how he failed as a dad while he was taken to prison.

— Today —

“Rise and cry you freaks!” Lucifer woke up with someone running their baton on the bars. It was loud.

“Mmmhm, that’s right! Get the fuck up before I make you.” He said.

Ah, of course. Officer Kadmon. A.k.a. the world’s biggest piece of shit. On his daily wisit.

“That mother fucker.” His cellmate groaned.

“Indeed.” He got up and grabbed one of his rubber ducks. Those always calmed him down.

“Whats the matter Morningstar? *random surname*? Uncomfortable?” Kadmon laughed at them, stopping at their cell.

“Nah, it’s more like a hotel to be honest.” He said calmly.

“Mocking me?” He hit their bars with his baton. “Too bad you’re not on the right position to do that right?”

“Don’t you have a better job to do?” The other guy spoke, annoyed.

“Aww, you don’t want me to break your other fingers? You want me to go the fuck away?” He said in a childish voice “Guess what! This is my fucking job you horse shit!” He laughed loudly, causing even more curse words. Shove that fucking stick up to your ass. Lucifer thought and stood up. Luckily the shithead didn’t realize.

“Goodbye bitches!” He kept walking but was immediately startled when the short prisoner squeaked the rubber duck on his hands near his ears. Nah, startled would be unfair. He literally jumped.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Morningstar!?” He tried to hit him behind bars but Lucifer was fast.

“Oops.” He chuckled and went back to his bed. It was worth it.

“Oh, do you wanna lose the privilege of your sissy hobbies?! I can make that happen!” He growled.

“Sure, sure.” He played with his duck, not caring about the screaming man.

“You’ll see, bitch.” He walked away to the other prisoners. “Back in your place huh, *Alastor’s surname*? I told them specifically to keep your cell empty!” He scoffed at the prisoner at the next cell, who hadn’t been around for a while because he escaped. Hunter said that it was Kadmon who caught and brought him back. Lucifer didn’t like Alastor, heck that prick thought he was being ‘creepy’ with his boring attitude. But at least he knew where he stood. Officer piglet didn’t.

“How nice of you, kind officer.” He could literally hear the smile on his voice. “I hope you had a wonderful week.”

“I did. Unlike you, pussy!”

— Awhile later —

Adam was on night patrol with Holly. He wished it was Lute, but that gal was nice too he guessed. She might be a gay, but she was still cool. He waited outside of a coffee shop as she got them some.

He was mumbling a song to himself when he heard a human voice coming from the woods. He was saying “You don’t own me.. You don’t own me…” repeatedly. He took his gun out just to be safe, he knew what kind of creeps there were at night. He walked off slowly there. There was an old man looking at him, and he was walking near him.

“Sir? Are you-“

“YOU DON’T OWN ME!” He screamed and made a dash to Adam, causing the officer to back down and pointing the gun at him.

And thats when he heard that. Someone shooting behind. Shooting the old man in the head right where he pointed his gun. He fell down, face all bloody.

Oh no.

“Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit!” Panic rose in Adam as he understood the crazy guy was dead.

“WHO’S THERE!” He shoot his gun at the woods. He heard someone else though.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” A guy, much saner than the old man came from behind. “YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM YOU CUNT! WHAT DID HE EVEN DO TO YOU!?” He pushed him away from the old man and looked at him. Adam couldn’t do anything as he saw the cries of the man.

Oh shit.

“Look, it was-!“

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!”

He got up angrily, ready to beat the shit out of the police but then stopped when he saw the person had a gun. Instead, he ran to their police car in order to find another officer.

“WAIT!” He tried to track him down as he ran there. But immediately stopped when-

He heard a high pitched scream coming near him. It came from a woman who was just out of the coffee shop. She looked scared. “Officer, help!”

“No, look, it wasn’t-“

“Sir..?” Holly came rushing, she must’ve heard the woman, and froze when she saw Adam.

“Holly, you don’t-“ He tried to came closer to them but the guy yelled again.

“HE KILLED HIM!”

“I DIDN’T! Holly you have to-“ He shutted his mouth in shock as she pointed her gun at him, hands shaking.

“Don’t come any closer!” She stated. “Place your weapons infront of you and raise your hands where I can see them or else!”

“Come on-“ What the fuck?!

“If you don’t, I’ll-“

“Fine.” He did what she told. “Hey, what are you-“ He panicked even more when she reached him with handcuffs.

(Is this how this works? I have no fucking idea)

— After —

Adam was thrown to a court the following days. He came up with a lawyer, but there were evidence. The guy who saw him -he learned that it was his son- testified that it was him, and the woman did the same. And before you know it, he was charged for murder and sent to prison in an orange jumpsuit. He didn’t understood what happened clearly until he was placed in the middle of the general population of prison.

“Wait! I didn’t do that shit! It was a fucking mistake!”

“It surely was, wasn’t it, officer?” He heard voices behind him and felt all the color on his face drain away. He was fucked. He turned around only to be met with a huge group of inmates. They were almost like predators, and in this case he was the prey.

“What are you dirtbags looking at?!” He yelled, trying to keep his threatening posture. Failing miserably.

“Ohoh, a punching bag I’m looking at.” One of them said, mimicking the ex officer’s ex attitude. The others took this as a starting point and threw him to the ground.

Lucifer watched the prisoners beating the shit out of former officer. His cries and pleas were harmonic. It’d be easy to let the prisoners end him to be honest, but he knew a better way to humiliate him. Physical beating was something, but psychological beating… Its harm could never be measured. He decided what to do and jumped up his seat.

“ENOUGH!” He shouted to his fellow inmates. Everyone backed away with disgusted looks on their faces, still not wanting to let go of that fucker.

Adam heard calm steps coming near him and holding his chin. He muttered something and looked up to the other man.

Morningstar. It was fucking over.

Lucifer eyed the pathetic guy. He was either gonna pass out or puke. His face was ruined. Aren’t mister handsome anymore, he thought, he still remembered how arrogant this prick was before. He chuckled, karma had a cruel but pretty good sense of humor.

“Do you hear me?” He asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Then listen carefully.” He whispered sharply. “Because I will only speak once.” He grinned to the scared man.

“I am offering you a deal. You will be protected from physical harm, no one here dares to cross me. In return you’d give me your full obedience. You’ll be mine. You will always do what I say. Deal?”

“I-“

“Okay, then I’m leaving y-“

“Deal.” He quickly said, hating the sound leaving his lips. He didn’t wanna do this, all of his cells hated this. But this was his only chance. He could still hear the wolves. Cops weren’t welcome inside bars.

“Excellent.” He cupped his cheek.“Now get up. You need treatment. Rosie will do.” He held his hand out. Adam barely stood up but that was it. He passed out to Lucifer’s arms. He groaned, this guy was fucking heavy. He just let him slip and left him on the floor. He could call the nurse later.

“This mean we could end him now?” One of the prisoners asked with hope.

“No. Everyone, listen!” He called out to the crowd at the last part. “You will not be hurting him from that moment. I agree,” He raised his hands as he heard objections. “He deserves it. But I am just saying you can’t physically hurt him.”

“And why would we feel the need to not do that?” One particular inmate spoke. One inmate with a personal hatred against the former guard.

“Think about it, Alastor.” He came closer to the smiling, taller man, still keeping an eye out for his newest toy. “Humiliating him like he did to most of us is much better than simply ending that bitch, right? You must know the damage the words can do much better than everyone.” He looked up.

“You might be right. But it is no guarantee that he won’t try to hurt us.”

“Oh if he does, you are more than free to fuck him up right there. But until that happens, nobody will lay a finger on him. Understood?”

The crowd muttered yeses and okays, although not all of them looked convinced. Alastor just walked away simply. Whatever, he made the announcement after all.

“Hunter, can you help me with getting the big baby to the nurse?”

End of the first chapter! This took a lot more time than I guessed, but it was worth it!

Have a good day/night!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin adam #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel alastor #Prison au #hazbin hotel au #adamsapple

[lesbianneopolitan]

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Solo: Pure Imagination (EN) •°*”˜.•°*”˜

TW: Violence; Torture.

The lights of the badly illuminated room flickered- the smell of dry blood apparent for anyone with a good sense of smell, and the Sinner was opening his eye -for his disgrace- in this seedy basement.

He was tied to a chair, with strong ropes and some simple yet efficient plastic handcuffs around his wrists, just in case.

"Shit...don't fuck with me!" He knew why he was here. A moment ago, (or perhaps hours ago) the assassin found the place he was living at, entered the apartment by force, and she didn't take long in putting him to sleep to bring him here.

This wasn't the first time she did this with someone else, but it also wasn't the first time this specific Sinner tried to avoid paying what him and the mute agreed upon.

Leaving her phone on the only table there was, the fallen angel would let a single song play in the background for them both, on loop, not too loud but not too low either.

◸Well, you're finally awake.◿

Her mind invaded the other's to be able to communicate with that voice that resonated with an echo, and for one reason or another, that only managed the poor bastard to let out a small yelp.

It didn't take long for this one to intensify once Neo walked closer, taking the cigarette that rested between her lips, and holding it between index and thumb to press the point against the exposed shoulder of the Sinner.

"AAAAUGH! Fuck!-" The voice of the demon broke a bit with something as simple as that, but the sadism in the ex-Exorcist's face only got fed, apparent in the form of a half-smile.

"Fuck...fuck fuck fuck...I'm sorry! I-I know I'm late with the payment-" The Sinner breathed heavily while trying to look for an excuse, but it was the third time, and that meant that the patience of the assassin reached its limit.

Walking in circles around the chair while the clicking of her heels resonated around the room, -like if she was some kind of predator- Neo only stopped once behind the chair, leaning a bit from behind while breathing calmly, and with the smile still being present before she picked the round chin of the demon from behind, with one of her gloved hands.

◸I gave you options to pay for making me wait, but I need the money. Now. It's nothing personal, only business. And you know well what were the conditions when you decided to hire me. Third time's the charm, love. I also need to survive.◿

Honestly, Neo wouldn't like to be in the place of these fuckers, without power, or talent, and at this point, with no family or friends.

◸You offered me the life of your only friends and the only family you had left. What a little bastard you are. Everything only to save your ass, but was it worth it?◿

Letting the chin go, the mute took a step back to have more room, and then kicked the chair so it could fall to the front, managing for the Sinner to hit his face against the hard and cold floor, and with him letting out another painful sob.

Before he could even try to move to fall on his side, the ex-Exorcist manifested her Angelic weapon in one hand, and then unsheathed the hidden blade of the parasol to make a fast and clean cut behind the knees of the demon.

"A-AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" From the pain itself, the Sinner tried to move however he could, well tied to the seat and finally moving enough to get on his side; tears apparent on his only eye.

The smell of fresh blood had Neo smiling a little more, to the point her teeth could be seen slightly, and inevitably, the fallen angel let her tongue pass over her lips.

◸Shhh...tsch, tsch, tsch...◿ Getting closer, the assassin got down on one knee, tightening her fist around the handle of her sword, and getting the bloodied blade closer to her mouth to clean it with her tongue.

After letting a soft chuckle escape her defective throat, the woman let the point of her sword rest mere centimeters away from the Sinner's face.

◸You can survive being crippled if you're witty, but it will be your choice. You either tell me where you hide the money in that shitty apartment of yours, or I will kill you here and now.◿ After making a small pause, Neo couldn't help but rejoice in the absolute terror that she could read on the face of the demon, who was having difficulty to answer, with how much he was crying.

◸Well?◿ Tilting her head to the side, the ex-Exorcist smiled with false kindness. It always helped to present herself to the Sinners with her more humanoid form. It helped to remind them she was closer to being an Exorcist than a demon, or that's what she thought, but it was efficient.

"The...the...the closet of my room has a double floor- please, I swear...I swear!...you can find all the money I have in there, take it all- but please...let me live...I beg of you!" Between sob and sob, the Sinner closed his eye and avoided looking directly to the other, whom let her own expression to soften a little.

◸See? It wasn't all that hard in the end!◿ While she communicated so, she let her free hand pat the poor bastard's cheek, and then, Neo got back up and got closer to the table where her phone was, taking it, and keeping it in one of her pockets.

"A-Aren't you going to free me? Please- I said I wasn't lying...p-please...don't leave me here-"

Biting her bottom lip, and laughing softly again, the assassin looked over her shoulder and then turned around, sheathing her sword back to the other piece of her parasol, and letting this one rest over her shoulder after.

◸You can figure out how to get out, but I don't want you to get too far in case you're lying to me. You can't even trust your own shadow in a place like this, eh?◿

She was half-smiling, confidently. She was disgusting, but it's not like the demon could do much in a situation like this.

Turning around again, the mute let the profound sounds of her throat hum the song that the phone has been playing, and then, she got on her way to get out by the main exit.

Instead of communicating anything via telepathy, she looked behind for a last time, and waved her goodbyes with the free hand before going out, closing the door behind her, and leaving the Sinner in complete silence. Alone in the dark.

#Exorcist AU #tw violence #tw torture #drabbles #ENGLISH TRANSLATION

[willowedhepatica]

WIP... Wednesday

Got tagged by @the-darkness-does-not-bargain so here's a snippet of a the last of us au that's probably never going to see the light of day. Thank you again, and I'll tag @desognthinking, @analogoose and @littledata if you guys are interested 😄

CW for blood and voilence!

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The chains around her wrists strained as she leaned forward. Ava wished she could rip them apart. She had tried. “Why not just get it over with? I'm going to turn anyway.”

The woman's smile slipped and she let out a sigh, like a disappointed mother reprimanding a child. “We're not going to kill you, Angel. But I have some men that would like to have a chat with you about those who died today." Her mask had slipped entirely now, perhaps she thought it was no use keeping it up when Ava could see right through it. "I suggest you drop the attitude. I promise you that will make the experience much more pleasant."

There it is.

They blamed her for their death. Which frankly, didn't surprise her at all.

Ava leaned back, seeing no use in arguing. "Like your faction hasn't killed thousands." She was tired of not being able to fight. Frustrated because she felt like an animal trapped in a cage.

The woman only ignored her and Ava watched as she walked out of the room and called two guards over. She gestured over to her and Ava made eye contact with one of them, a man with long tangled beard and unkempt hair she reckoned he had been cutting with his own dull knife. It was this glint in his eyes, one she'd seen before. That was the look of someone who found pleasure in fighting. Found satisfaction in seeing his knuckles stained with blood.

Shit.

With a final nod they closed the door, leaving the woman behind.

As they approached he tapped the wooden club against the flat of his hand – like some sadistic villain type of shit. Ava couldn't help but snort at the image. “Really? Are you too scared to speak with me alone so you need your little buddy to help you–” A hit to the abdomen cut her off. Made her fold in on herself as she sucked in air through clenched teeth. Ava was no stranger to pain, the sting in her lungs were familiar and she had learnt to endure the feeling of her muscles constricting in on itself.

"Say that again." His voice was like gravel. In a way it got stuck in your shoe and you couldn't shake it off no matter how hard you tried. Fucking annoying. A twisted smile pulled at his lips. Ava knew he enjoyed how she gritted her teeth though the pain. How she clenched her hands into fists and dug her nails into her palm in an attempt to settle it somewhere else where it was more manageable.

Idiot.

She looked up at him only to smile wider. Camila would have thought it was entirely too cocky. She was probably right, but that wasn't new. "Unlike you I don't attack innocent people. I don't follow bullshit propaganda just to feel some ounce of control as if that would make this world fucking better–" This time the strike came right between her eyes. They welled up involuntarily, white spots quickly invading her vision. She could taste the copper in her mouth and soon, blood dripped down onto the floor. Ava groaned as she tried to fight away the overwhelming feeling of nausea.

Any sane person would stop talking at this point. They would give in to whatever these fuckers wanted from them. But Ava wasn't like any sane person and she flexed her hand, balling them into fists. The chain rattled by the motion, reminded her of its existence, that she was trapped and the only thing she could do was look up and smile at them again – like it was her only choice of weapon. "Come on, don't you want to get a little closer? Unless you're too afraid to be hit by a firefly." Her voice slurred by the words but she knew it would inevitably tick them off. They were all so very predictable.

To her absolute pleasure the other guard janked the bat from the man's hand and stepped forward.

Typical.

He raised it over his head, scowling under his breath. "Such a big mouth for a little brat, just because you have a name–" SMACK!

Ava flinched away, her eyes squeezing shut. But the blow never came, the pain she was waiting for never happened. It took a moment for her brain to process and her body to relax from its tense posture – but when it finally did – when she finally opened her eyes, there was a woman standing in front of her. Different from before, facing the men and blocking the bat with her hand. "That's enough."

Her voice was sharp, tone demanding in a way that made the man back away with a scowl. “Do you have any idea what she's done? She has killed an entire regiment of guards! She's a fucking monster.”

Her lips twitched down, but other than that her expression was blank. “I'm well aware of what she's done.” She glanced back at her and they made eye contact. Ava couldn't help but stare. Her hair was pulled up in a tight bun, exposing a scar that went by her left ear and down to her cheekbone. Her eyes were a deep brown and she realised quickly that she was studying her, looking Ava over with a clenched jaw. She must look like shit. “Both of you are needed at the left wing, I'll take it from here.”

#warrior nun #this has been in my drafts for months #so might as well share it #firefly ava and fedra soldier beatrice #tw voilence

[kayleydreams]

Chapter 9: Explosive Alliances

Cherri Bomb squinted at the bright screen of her phone, her eye adjusting to the sudden intrusion of light. She let out a low groan, shifting under the warmth of her blanket as she begrudgingly reached for her phone. The constant beeping had managed to cut through the remnants of her peaceful slumber. As she unlocked her phone, a series of urgent messages from Angel Dust filled the screen. Cherri raised her eyebrow, half-expecting some wild tales of his escapades, especially considering his involvement with Husk the previous night.

Cherri Bomb hastily dialed Angel's number back, realizing that this was real. She gets out of bed and gets ready as she talked to Angie. "Angie dear. Spill it. What's the emergency?" Cherri Bomb inquired her tone a mix of concern and readiness. "Tomorrow, the extermination got moved up. Shit is goin' down, and guess who's the star of the show? Our beloved Hazbin Hotel." "Wait, why? The Extermination? Are you pullin' my leg?" Cherri questioned, a hint of disbelief in her voice. "I wish, babe. The Heaven fucker's got some big, bad plans, and we're on the hit list. Things are about to get messy, and I don't mean my kinda messy." Cherri Bomb's eye narrowed. "Alright, Angie. I'm in. You know I'm always down as long as I get to have you on my team." "It's the real deal. Pack your explosives. We're gonna show 'em a fireworks display they won't forget!" Angel Dust asserted confidently. Cherry hung up, a mix of concern and determination etched on her face. The Hazbin Hotel was in for a wild ride, and she was ready to bring the fire.

Cherry sighed, her plans for a swift departure thwarted by the ominous arrival of an all-too-familiar steampunk airship casting its shadow over her.

Bloody hell, not now. She quickly grabbed a nearby box already filled with explosives, slinging it over her shoulder. As she made her way outside, the airship descended, revealing Sir Pentious and his eccentric ensemble. "Ssssalutations, Cherry Bomb! I'm here to bring you and your handy explosives back to the hotel," Sir Pentious announced, attempting to sound confident but failing to hide the nervous excitement in his voice. Cherry Bomb rolled her eye at the over-the-top greeting. "Alright, edge lord." She shoved the box into him, causing him to double over momentarily before grasping the heavy box and regaining his composure. He huffed and set it into the airship. Cherri Bomb easily took three boxes at a time, stacked on top of each other, showing her formidable strength. The Egg Boiz tried to help, bumbling into each other. They filled the airship with weapons and bombs from Cherri's formidable arsenal. "Ssso Cherri! Have you happened to have had a bite to eat yet? I made a little serpent-inspired feast back at the hotel," he hissed, trying to sound confident but failing to hide the nervous excitement in his voice. "Let's just get back to the hotel, ya?" Cherri Bomb responded her tone a mix of amusement and impatience. As the airship lifted off the ground, the gears and pistons clanked and whirred, filling the air with mechanical noises. Sir Pentious, now in a more military-styled outfit, worked with the controls at the helm. The airship journey continued with Sir Pentious awkwardly attempting small talk, occasionally stumbling over his words. Cherri Bomb, on the other hand, focused on organizing the arsenal, occasionally glancing at him with a mix of amusement and curiosity. The airship touched down at the Hazbin Hotel, and Sir Pentious, still determined, led Cherri Bomb towards the dining room. The table, adorned with a variety of dishes inspired by serpent imagery, awaited them. Cherri had never really been this far into the hotel but it wasn't as shabby as she remembered. Already at the table were Husk, Angel Dust, and Niffty.

"Cherri Bomb, my savior, you just turned this chaos into a party. Get ready for a wild ride," Angel Dust exclaimed, smiling widely at seeing her. "Angie, did you send Snakey here to pick me up?" Cherri Bomb asked, her tone laced with playful skepticism. "Seriously, babe, what was the master plan here? Hauling all those boom-booms through the city solo? You gotta admit, my way adds a bit more glam," Angel Dust added, a mischievous glint in his eye. Cherry rolled her eye. "Sssit, sssit, Cherri! Allow me to prove my culinary prowess," Sir Pentious gestured towards the table with a theatrical flair, a wide smile on his face. Cherri Bomb couldn't help but smirk, amused by the effort he had put into this peculiar setup. She took a seat, eyeing the serpent-shaped pastries and peculiar concoctions on the table. "Alright, Pentious, impress me," she challenged, her tone daring. Sir Pentious practically beamed with pride. Cherri Bomb decided to try the most harmless-looking food on the table, a cinnamon roll made to resemble a cobra. It surprised her - it was actually good. "Not bad, Pentious," she admitted, giving him a smirk. "So what's the plan?" Cherri Bomb asked, her tone shifting to a more serious note as they shared breakfast.   As if ordained Vaggie and Charlie arrived with a hoard of angelic weapons and an army of canables.  "So Angelic weapons can hurt them Pentious can you work with this?" Vaggie speaks with intention and gestures toward a large number of weapons. "Of courssse" He responds a eager grin crossing his face. 

Cherri Bomb observed from a distance, her eyes narrowing with both skepticism and intrigue. The melding of demonic ingenuity and celestial might promised a formidable combination against the impending threat. The air hummed with anticipation as Sir Pentious set to work, fusing his building expertise with the divine steel of the angelic weapons. It was an unholy alliance, a dance between opposites, and the outcome would determine the fate of their infernal battleground.

Sir Pentious, with delicate precision, began disassembling some of the angelic weapons. Cherri Bomb, still skeptical but unable to resist the allure of potential power, approached him with a raised eyebrow. "What are you playing at?" Sir Pentious chuckled, a metallic glint in his eye. "Oh, you'll love thisss. I'm extracting the essence from these heavenly trinkets to create shrapnel for your bombs. A little touch of the divine to spice up your usual chaosss." Cherri Bomb's skepticism deepened, but a smirk played on her lips. "Divine shrapnel, huh? Well, color me intrigued. But make sure it doesn't mess with my explosions. I want more bang for my buck, not some celestial light show."

Sir Pentious nodded, his focus returning to the delicate work at hand. He carefully collected the refined shrapnel, each piece glimmering with a faint celestial glow. Cherri Bomb worked alongside him adding shrapnel into a few of her bombs for testing.  Cherri Bomb smirked, nodding in approval. "Snakey, I gotta admit, Making chaos together is almost as fun as causing it." Sir Pentious laughed, the sound echoing through the makeshift workshop. 

The unlikely duo shared a moment of camaraderie, bound by their shared love for chaos and the artistry of destruction. The day continued with Cherri sparing practicing fighting with Angie and testing her bombs. Before adding shrapnel to the rest of her bombs. Before long it was the night before their stand that would take place in the morning.  The unlikely residents of the hotel and Cherri gather for drinks at the bar. The clinking of glasses resonated with the underlying current of hope that permeated the room. There was a collective understanding that they were facing a common enemy, and for this brief moment, they set aside their individual differences. As the shots flowed, so did the tales of their past, and hopes. 

Cherri Bomb saw this as an opportunity to get closer to Angel's crush. "Well, well, if it ain't the grumpiest cat in Hell. Mind if I join you, Husky?" "Long as you don't start screechin' like a banshee." Cherri Bomb chuckled, her voice carrying the carefree energy of a troublemaker. "No promises. You know, you're not as scary as you try to be." Husk shot her a skeptical glance, his feline features expressing a mix of annoyance and curiosity. "And you're not as subtle as you think." Cherri Bomb leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So, about you and Angel, I like it." Husk scowled, clearly uncomfortable with the topic. "He's a pain in the ass, but... he's my pain in the ass." Cherri Bomb teased, her tone playful. "Oh, we're gettin' sentimental now, huh?" Husk sighed, unsure if he should continue. "You know, I don't appreciate how loud and obnoxious you are. Drugs, alcohol, and explosions everywhere." Cherri Bomb smirked, her expression unapologetic. "Guilty as charged." Husk grumbled, a reluctant smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "But I respect you. You were there for Angel when I couldn't be." Cherri Bomb leaned back against the bar, her posture exuding confidence. "What's that supposed to mean?" Husk sighed, choosing his words carefully. "He was in a dark place. You pulled him out, made him laugh, gave him a reason to keep goin'." Cherri Bomb raised an eyebrow, acknowledging the weight of his words. "Look, whiskers, we all got our strengths. You might not be the life of the party, but you're a damn good friend. Angel knows that, and so do I." Husk grumbled in response but couldn't hide a small smirk at the unexpected compliment. "Don't call me Whiskers." Cherri Bomb grinned, unbothered by his gruff demeanor. "Fair enough. But you can't deny I know how to make things interesting." She raised her glass, the clink echoing through the bar. "Here's to chaos, Husk. May it keep us entertained and Hell keep burnin'." Husk clinked his glass against hers, a begrudging nod accompanying the gesture. "To chaos."

As Cherri Bomb and Husk shared a moment at the bar, Angel Dust strolled in with his characteristic swagger. Cherri couldn't resist the opportunity to add a bit more chaos to the mix. Cherri Bomb Grins "Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their fabulous presence. Angel Dust, the man, the myth, the drama queen." Angel Dust smirks "Oh, come on, Cherri. You know you missed all this fabulousness." "Missed it like a toothache." She teases back.  Husk was bored already "You two done with the circus act?" Angel Dust Leans against the bar "Aw, come on, Husky. You love the circus. Just admit it."

The night wore on, and the camaraderie among the eclectic group deepened. Cherri Bomb, with her usual fiery spirit, found herself laughing alongside Angel Dust, trading witty remarks with Husk. The pulsating energy in the air was not just from the drinks but from the unity they discovered in the face of a common threat.

"Missss Bomb? Cherri?" The hiss in Sir Pentious's voice cut through the air, carrying a mix of nervousness and sincerity. "Yeah?" Cherri Bomb glanced over, a quizzical expression playing on her face as she continued sipping on her drink. "I want to tell you that I...I love...I'd love to wish you good luck in the battle ahead." Sir Pentious's words stumbled out, his usual bravado replaced by an awkward sincerity. "Okay." Cherri raised her eyebrow, unsure of how to respond to the unexpected sentiment. "You are...have always have been a worthy opponent. With the most...brilliant explosive contraptions I've ever seen." The words seemed to catch in Sir Pentious's throat, as if he were grappling with the unfamiliar territory of expressing genuine admiration. "Uh...thanks?" Cherri Bomb responded, a perplexed look on her face, as if she were trying to decipher the unusual behavior. "Anyway, I guess...please don't die tomorrow. Okay, bye!" Sir Pentious hastily retreated, his departure marked by a hurried ascent up the stairs to his room. In the aftermath of the peculiar encounter, Angel Dust sidled up to Cherri, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he handed her a shot. "You know, you could totally tap that." Cherri rolled her eyes, dismissing Angel's comment. "Tss, don't be gross." "Cuz, you know, I hear he's got 2 dicks." Angel smirked, fully aware that such a detail might catch Cherri's attention. "Huh." Cherri's gaze drifted towards the stairs where Sir Pentious had hastily fled, a mixture of confusion and intrigue on her face.

As they eventually dispersed to their respective quarters, a renewed sense of purpose lingered. Cherri took up residence in an empty room next to Angel's. As they retired for the night, each carrying the warmth of camaraderie and the hope that their combined efforts would withstand the angelic onslaught. In the quiet moments before sleep claimed them, Cherri Bomb found herself staring at the pouch of remaining celestial shrapnel. The air was thick with possibilities, a blend of chaos and hope that hung to the Hotel, promising excitement tomorrow.

#hazbin fanfic #hazbin angel dust #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin cherri bomb

[natsukitakama]

Headcanon : Control feat Floch Forster

"Well since some writers claim that Floch would be rough in bed then how about smut Floch with a fem soft s/o, she’s not exactly a tease person, she’s just incredibly shy, needy and sensitive who gets embarrassed easily. I’m really curious if Floch would be rough or gentle with her if his s/o is soft and shy but when she’s naked, she gets embarrassed and cover herself"

Author note : Gotta admit I’m a little bit curious too, I mean the big boi got a huge switch energy. Like I can’t totally picture him being a 100%DOM or a 100%SUB maybe it’s just me but I feel like he is a switch a big one. I wrote a headcanon + a tiny scenario.

As usual I apologize for taking so long I hope you’ll enjoy it ♡

Also I don’t know what to do with my life anymore lol was it nasty enough ? Was it good ? I need to write more caliente headcanon I’m still insecure about it lol

Warning : NSFW / SMUT / Mention of spoil from season 4

SMUT : mention of spanking, mention of spitting, mention of rough sex, a little bit of hair pulling nothing bad

Masterlist

Sex with Floch is difficult, there’s nothing wrong with neither of you.

Since his return with Shinganshima, he kinda lost a part of him. He was never the tender one but this event surely broke what was left of his kindness.

It doesn’t mean he would act violently toward you, but he became easily frustrated and not in the good way. Meaning sometimes he will get angry easily, he tends to be violent each time someone doesn’t agree with him. He became a monster but he hasn't known that yet.

Now, he was really in love with you and knowing your personality he couldn’t really be too rough on you.

A part of him really enjoy being rough on you, knowing he was corruption you a little bit more each time he was thrusting into you. It fascinated him the way you would bend at each of his command, opening your mouth when it told you so, screaming begging when he gave you an order. Instead of being rough for the thrill of it, he was rough on you because he loves seeing you getting all red from pleasure not being able to talk because he was fucking you dumb.

Since back in Shinganshima he couldn’t control anything, he would be in control now especially in his sex life and since you were just co compliant with him. He couldn’t just leave this opportunity.

The fact that you were so shy around him even though you’ve been naked in front of him a lot of times never felt to tease him to be a little more rougher on you. Your personality just triggers his « dark instinct »

Now, we must not forget that in the beginning Floch was and would remain a switch, which mean sometimes he needs to feel you taking care of him. To put it simple Shinganshima broke him, and since no one tries to bring him back, he works on his own to not just fall apart.

Some times he needs comfort, some times he needs to be in control. Especially for sex, during a period, when he felt especially « weak » or at least fragile, he would put extra roughness on you meaning he’ll tend to bend you over a desk or anything for that matter as long as he can bend you over, moving your ass up spreading your legs widely so he could get a nice view of your ass and leg.

He might even went as far as to took a bunch of your hair and pull it so you would scream at the pain, and while your mouth would be widely open he won’t hesitate and spit into your mouth.

He also tends to put extra slapping at your ass just because he feels like it

You’re lucky that he is hitting all the good spot, cause the man is too lost on his own pleasure to even notice that well he is particularly rough. But don’t worry, you two got safe word just in case he is too lost on his feeling.

Or, when he feels cocky or just because he is tired from his works. Floch would just lay down on his bed, hands behind his head as you’re looking at him expecting to be taken by him. Then he will just narrow one of his brown eye and say « what ? You’re expecting me to take care of you ? Naah it’s not how it’s work (scuse me sir aren’t you the one who broke me last night ???) you want me y/n then take that cock cause I won’t put a single finger for you ».

But when he feels lonely or sad, or just because you feel like you needed to put him at his place. Spank him, edge him, overstimulate him, make him beg for release and that fucker would even cum harder than usual (little bastard). There’s one thing he might be against, it’s pegging, like a finger or a two why not but a whole toy in his butt ? You’ll need to be a little more convincing for this one (read : fuck him dumbs until he can’t even remember his name and he won’t even whine)

But to do that you’ll need to be extra confident with that, cause even though he is a switch don’t forget that he is most and foremost a jerk, so basically he won’t let you have his way with you easily especially if you tend to be super shy.

If you think that fucker won’t tease the hell out of you for being cocky ? You don’t know Floch.

« Well well what do we have here ??? And here I thought you were innocent Y/N »

« S-Shut up Floch »

« Make me. »

Damn brat *cough cough*

Anyway, if during foreplay or even in the « it » of the moment you felt insecure or sad, use your safe word, Floch isn’t really good at reading people and he might think you were acting extra shy as usual while in fact you were feeling bad over something. Then proceed to explain to him what’s wrong.

He is the stupid worshipper. Always like « Huh ? You think you’re ugly ? Are you stupid ? Of course you’re hot look at you ? I thought you were smarter than y/n » damn buddy it hurts coming from you. Also the dirty worshipper.

« Such a nasty hole you are y/n look at it all clutching around nothing waiting for me to fill it entirely. Fuck you’re wonderful y/n »

« Mamama look at those legs they were made to be wrapped around my hips »

« Damn it y/n you sure know how to suck a cock »

« Look at you taking my cock so well, I swear your swallow me without a blink of an eye what a good slut you are y/n »

Yeah that’s his praise

I’m sorry

He’s doing his best

So yeah he might be a switch if you’re too shy to dom him, well all he has to do his to take the leas right ?

Now if we’re focusing about your first time not just with him, like if you’re a virgin that would be another story.

A part of him want to be extra rough on you like he will corrupt you, you know ? Not really a kink of him but the thought of it got his dick hard as rock so safe to say that he is not against the idea of fucking you dumb.

But as the thought was starting to drive him crazy he realized that for a first time, knowing your personality being quite shy and embarrassed easily he might not be the best idea to just jump into you. Maybe taking your time together would be for the best, so both of you would learn about each other’s body, sweet spot, what to do or not do.

He won’t be too vanilla because that’s not how he is especially now that he joined the yeagarist, in fact his return from Shinganshima changed him into a cold man, mentally instable but somehow strong when it came to follow his belief, but still as I stated before he always needed control but also need a way to get out of his nightmare. So being rough with you in bed sound like a perfect way to escape his reality, of course it’s not healthier way but it’s work so he won’t complain.

Now that being said, even if it won’t be your first time together I can’t see him forcing you into things that make you uncomfortable. He is a dick, but he cares about you. He might try to convince you to at least give it a shot, especially if he felt that the reason that you’re refusing it’s just you being shy (even if he told in his own way that there no need to be shy round him). But he felt that something scares you, he won’t force you and won’t even bring it again.

I don’t feel like he is into gun play/ arm play for that matter, not into blood play either. He is surrounded by blood and weapons all the time, sex with you is supposed to be a safe place where he can escape his old demons so no gun for the baby.

In conclusion, the fact that you are shy angel won’t stop him for being you so it’s up to you to tell him what’s good for you or not.

I know for a shy person it’s difficult to talk about the sensitive subject but remember that communication is a key, he might be a dick and sometimes you’d feel like you can’t talk to him like he is an ass (he is but hey you love him) like he didn’t care about your opinion but that’s not true, you are important and probably the only thing that matter to him (aside from saving paradise but you includes so) so don’t be afraid.

Tiny scenario because it took me forever to post it as a compensation :

« Fuck yeah you feel amazing y/n »

For some reason today Floch was particularly generous with you, not that usually he is not. But today he felt like spoiling you. At first it started with multiple hot make-out session everytime you two were alone. Pushing you against the near wall or holding you against his firm chest, it’s like his lips couldn’t leave yours for like one minute. One of his hand was behind your neck keeping your head firmly against him as the other left for your ass to grab it. Your body was caught between his body and the wall, so all you could do was putting your arm around his neck and just enjoy his warmth as he was greedily kissing you. After all, you hadn’t got the chance to see your boyfriend for a while, to be exact after your mission in Mahr and the capture of Eren you barely caught a moment together to share a kiss. He claimed that there was nothing against you and that he was just very busy since the situation between Mahr and Paradis was still tight.

So, his little greediness was welcomed, you couldn’t help but starting to feel touch starved. You were missing him to the point that you started to wear some of his coat just to be able to catch some of his warmth. Of course you didn’t say anything about it, knowing your boyfriend you wouldn’t see the end of it. After kissing you for like the tenth time, Floch finally moved a little to be able to see you from your entirety. Lips swollen slightly open as you were taking your breath since he barley left you time to take a breath, hair a little messy for the way he was grabbing it firmly, cheeks all pink (probably because you were both embarrassed and turned on by his action). It was definitely a view that was worth it. Since his return from Mahr, Floch hasn't had time much to his dismay to mange some quality time with you, hell he couldn’t even remember the last you two has gone on a date together. Knowing the situation, and what was about to happen with the yeagarist he won’t be able to take you on a date before a long time. So he felt like he needed to take every occasion to have his way with you, kissing you, stroking your body, feeling you against him cause who knows when he’ll be able to have you close to him again ? He was starting to feel angry and eager;

Alongside, let’s be honest the yeagarist didn’t do anything to help him. All the time, he could hear them whining about some soldier who apparently wasn’t on their side, or about the fact that yeah some of them have spent a couple of days in jail. They were starting to get on his nerve, most of them were just spoiled brat who never went into hell and here they have the guts to complain about their condition ? What a shame. He started to feel his shoulder getting heavy. His muscles too were sore, his patience was slowly disappearing worst, he started to have nightmares again. It all started because he wasn’t with you, because he barely spent time with you. He needed you. He needed you right now.

« Floch a-are you okay ? Y-You keep staring at me »

« Do I ? Sorry you just looked amazing all fucked up because of him »

« I-I’m not fucked up »

« Yet. »

A race and a couple of clothes on the floor later, here you were bending over his bed. Face down with a hand firmly against your neck, ass up all good for Floch as he was grinding against you as if it would be the last time that you two would have sex. You were used to Floch being rough against you and to be honest you didn’t mind it since he was hitting all the good spot, and the way he is grunting each time you were clutching against him was music to his hear. Also the dirty talk didn’t help. But today was different, for some reason the foreplay lasts longer than usual, you noticed that Floch took extra time kissing each inch of your body, stroking everything that he might forget. He also ate you out longer than usual putting extra time to make you cum multiple time before he could even put the head of his dick in you. You didn’t mind though, it was good to be spoiled by Floch without even begging for it.

« I could spend my life between your leg y/n but now it’s time for the real fun, come on I want you on four for me. Spread those gorgeous legs of yours for me cause I can’t spend any minute without being in you »

As he was thrusting into you senseless, you felt that he was slowing down but still keeping a firm rhythm against you. Then you felt your body moving, so you could be face to him, he moved his own body too bringing your ankle around his head as your legs were now on his shoulder. The light coming from the windows highlight his toned chest and his arm muscles, his hair were a mess from all the time he put them in place. Even after getting intimate with him multiple times, getting naked in front of him was still something that embarrassed you. He knew that. So it was no surprise for you that you hear him chuckled at your state before slowing down putting your knee at your chest, so he could kiss you again for like the hundred time.

« You felt like heaven babe I’m not kidding I can die now it would be perfect. So tight and warm for me »

And then as if nothing happened, he roughly starts to thrust into you. Floch’s head was now in the crook of your neck as he was breathing heavily, your hand were now on his hair grabbing it each time he was hiding your sweet spot. His movement were kinda slow though as he was taking time to thrust deeply into you reaching whenever spot he was looking for, you swore you could feel his head on your stomach or maybe it was just you losing your mind. It didn’t help that you suddenly felt his hand between your leg touching you, stroking you, teasing you so you would approach your climax quicker than him. No doubt that Floch planned to either edge you or overstimulate you, knowing how he spoils you before, he might overstimulate you until you would be nothing but a mess.

How long would you last before loosing your mind ? That’s what Floch was about to know.

#request #Shingeki no kyojin #snk #attack on titans #aot #floch forster #floch x reader #floch forster x reader #aot floch #snk floch #snk x reader #aot x reader #Floch Forster headcanon #eren yeager #eren jaeger

[g-on-ef]

Hey if you’re still doing that 50 cliches and prompts, perhaps we can get a crumb of #23 for Blitzo x Striker? 👉👈

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A\N: Nonnie you ask for crumbs and I'll give you the whole bread ^^ also if you guys want send me some Striker x Blitz prompts of your own or one from this list ^^

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#23: “Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!”

Striker was fighting to remain conscious, the past thirty minutes have not been kind to him...especially with the bitch Stella trying to get back at him for shooting her.

Earlier today Striker got a call from Stella to come to her as she had a new plan that she wanted Striker to carry out, a plan that could finally break Stolas.

When he came to her palace Stella told him her plan.

“Why kill the cheater when you can break his spirit,”

“Don’t you already do that every time he’s reminded that he’s marry to you?”

Stella glared at the imp, the one thing she hated about him is his mouth and his constant snide remarks.

“I will ignore what you just said, now onto the plan, the best way to get back at Stolas is to kill the most important person to him in all of Hell,”

“Octavia?”

“Touch her and I will kill you myself,”

“Well you did said you don’t care who I have to go through to kill him so technically-”

Her hand slammed on the desk she was sitting behind.

“Touch my daughter and I will put you through such agony that’ll make Lucifer himself coward in fear,”

Striker bit his tongue, he knew when he had pushed his luck and he could see he was pushing the last of Stella’s buttons.

“No the one I want you to kill is the piece of shit that ruined everything, the thing that Stolas continues to see, I want you to kill Blitzo,”

The minute that name slipped out of her mouth Striker did not hesitate to take his blessed tip revolver and shoot her with it.

Her guard was down so she didn’t have the time to move until it was to late, the gun hit her right in the torso going right through her, paralyzing her.

“Ahh!” she shouted, Striker was getting ready to shot her again when the door open and someone grabbed him or try to.

Striker was able to handle the bodyguards that came in, being a wrath imp mixed with Lilith’s bloodline gave him enough strength to beat the shit outta the guards...but not enough to defend himself from Stella who had her own gun and shot him, her aim wasn’t good so all she was able to do was shoot his shoulder.

Striker screamed as he felt the pain, before he could do anything, one Stella’s guards pulled out an angel weapon and stabbed him with it.

The pain was the unbearable, falling to his knees his attacker began to stab his back making the assassin scream.

“Stop!”

The attacker turned to his queen.

“Taking him to the dungeon, I will deal with him there,”

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Striker held Blitz closer to his body, he’s never been this gentle with someone before. Never took his time with someone and enjoyed their body.

Never appreciated every sound his partner made or the expressions they made whenever he was pleasuring them.

Normally he would fuck them as fast as he could and leave, with Blitz he couldn’t do that.

The past three nights have been amazing, ordinarily Striker didn’t do this he didn’t try to get to know people, hell he tried to keep them as far away from him as possible, especially if he was gonna go through with his plans he couldn’t afford to have any weaknesses, nothing the overlords or royals can use against him.

And yet here he was, pleasuring Blitz, slowly moving in and out of him.

The feeling of his walls around his cock made Striker groan in pleasure, he took in every moan, whimper, whatever sound came out of Blitz he listen to it and tried to engraved it into his memory, knowing this will be the last time they ever get to be like this.

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He opened his eyes and watched as Stella glared at him, her servants pushed her around in her wheelchair as she stared at him with such hatred that Striker was surprised that the bitch didn’t have the ability to turn him to stone or kill him with her glare.

“Why the fuck are you protecting him?! He chose my good for nothing piece of shit of a husband and you still protect him?! He doesn’t care about you!”

Striker stared at her, he knew what she was trying to do, his sperm donor always told him people would say anything to hurt you so if they aim low than you aim lower.

“It pisses you off doesn’t,”

Stella glared at him before Striker continued,

“That one lowly imp managed to capture not one but two powerful beings attention, your husband and me, Lilith’s bastard. One tiny lowly imp has two of your puppets wrapped around his finger. Someone who’s supposed to be superior than imps, and yet every dick that you want to be fucked by is either getting fucked or fucking the imp that you hate,”

Stella’s cool facade fell as she lifted her fist and punched his stomach, the punch shouldn’t have hurt but because Stella’s rings were made of angel weapons it definitely was going to leave a mark.

“Kill him, make sure he doesn’t make it out of this alive!”

Striker closed his eyes ready to accept death and Her embrace, the last memory he had was the last night he and Blitz made love to one another, the night were Blitz and he curled around each other silently promising each other a piece of their heart to one another.

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When he opened his eyes he was met with a bright light he blinked trying to clear the bluriness of his vision.

“Am I dead?”

“No but you’re gonna wish you were when I am done with you,”

Striker turned his head to the voice that sound awfully like Blitz’s.

Oh, it is Blitz and he was angry.

“Uhh...hi?”

“Hi! HI?! You’re ass has been lying in this bed for the past 22 hours we almost lost you and all you have to say is HI? YOU FUCKING DICK!”

Striker lifted himself up and watched as Blitz continued to glare at him.

“Do you have any fucking idea how scared I was! Fuck if it weren’t for the mating bite and Lady Lilith helping us we wouldn’t have saved you!”

Oh...right...he forgot that he gave Blitz a mating bite.

“Blitz-”

“Do you have any idea what was going through my mind when I felt your pain? What I was feeling when I heard your screams?!”

The city imp got up from the chair he was sitting on,

“I almost lost you! I almost lost the first person to show me respect, to remind me what it was like to be loved and all you have to fucking say is hi!”

Striker looked at Blitz who was crying now,

Striker grabbed Blitz and pulled him on his lap as the city imp cried into his chest.

“Lady Lilith told me, told me that bitch tortured you because she wanted me dead! Why didn’t you tell her about me?! Why didn’t you just tell her where I was at so that she could’ve let you go?!”

Hearing that made Striker growled.

“You fucker you really think I would let her hurt you?!” he pulled back and grabbed the imp by his shoulders.

“I’ll die before I’ll let anyone touch you!”

“Don’t fucking say that! You almost die because of me!”

“And I’ll do it again if I have to!”

Blitz was getting mad, he didn’t want Striker to die because of him hell he didn’t want Striker to waste his time with someone like him, he deserved better and yet Striker nearly died because of him, and here he was telling him he would do it again without hesitations.

“FUCK! Why?! Just tell me why the fuck would you do that?! Why would you sacrifice yourself for me?!”

“Because I’m in love with you!”

Striker’s eyes widen as did Blitz’s. Fuck that was not supposed to come out of his mouth, hell he was never supposed to tell Blitz that he loved him, that was a secret he was going to take to his grave and yet...and yet he didn’t regret saying, he didn’t regret telling Blitz the truth, his city imp deserved to hear those words.

“You...you dickwad no you don’t! You don’t love me! You can’t!”

Blitz curled in on himself not sure if he could believe what Striker was saying. He couldn’t be in love with him...right?

Striker wasn’t surprised that Blitz didn’t believed him, from the time they spent together Striker knew that Blitz had low self esteem and when Striker listened to him he thought he was playing with him but was surprised to learn that Striker genuinely cared for what he had to say, that he paid attention and wanted to learn more about him.

He had to tell him he meant it when he wanted to know more about Blitz even when he didn’t believe him.

“I’m in love with you,” he took Blitz’s face in his hands and place a kiss on his forehead, cheeks, the scars on his face.

“I love you Blitz, I’ve been in love with you since I heard about you,”

Blitz looked at him, before wrapped his arms around Striker’s neck and kissed him. the cowboy and the city imp kissed as if it would’ve been their last day in hell.

In a way it almost was, Striker thanked  La Santa Muerte , for watching over him and making sure he returned to the one he loved.

Blitz was thankful towards Satan that Striker was alive and that he was here with him, the two pulled back for some much needed air, Blitz rested his head on Striker’s chest wanting to listen to his favorite sound in Hell. Striker’s heart beat.

“Promise me, promise me that you’ll stay by my side forever,”

“I promise you forever Blitz, when time wants to tear us apart I’ll stay by you, I promise you always; never will I wander from you never will I leave you; I promise you eternity, that even when our time comes and we are reincarnated into the next life I will always find you. I promise to love you Blitz my heart, soul, and body is yours forever and always and way pass eternity,”

“Wow...” Blitz pulled back and looked into Striker’s eyes.

“That was some fancy words you just used,”

Striker just smiled as he pulled Blitz closer to his body.

“For you and only you,”

#striker x blitzo #BlitzStrike #answers asked #anonymous #anon #Helluva Boss #helluva blitzo #helluva boss striker #helluva striker #helluva boss blitzo

[nothingidputbeforeyou]

Unity- a Chuckish POV on Sam and Dean and how annoying those two fuckers are

Imagine you’re a fic writer. If you actually are one, imagine you’re hackier and only have one arrow in your fictional quiver: an obsession with sibling stories. Particularly fics where brothers kill brothers. You start out with Michael vs. Lucifer and Cain vs. Abel but soon you find your true brother muses: Sam and Dean Winchester. You write story after story, creating infinite universes where they kill each other. But no matter what you do, there’s one set of Winchesters that Just. Won’t. Budge.

They refuse to do what you tell them. They are the Rage Against the Machine of SamAndDeans yelling FUCK YOU I WON’T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME at you. 

You carefully craft a retelling of the Michael and Lucifer story hoping they’ll meet on the field of battle and destroy each other and their world. Dean refuses to play along. Sam plays but in the end, his love for Dean thwarts the very satisfying world-destroying ending you planned.

You write a beautiful fic where one of the brothers can cure all the angel/demon problems just by sacrificing himself. Not as good as outright killing each other but it gets the job done. And Sam almost does it! So close. But Dean will NOT follow your script and stops him. 

You try again. What if Dean gets turned into a demon and kills Sam? Huh?? Fun, right? But no. It doesn’t work. Brotherly love again. At least you still have the Mark of Cain on Dean. You just have to get the new improved super ragey MoC Dean to kill Sam for the good of the world... damn it. He killed Death instead. 

And unleashed your sister. That’s who all these sibling stories are really about after all so maybe this can be useful. She’s certainly not going to do what you say- that’s what fuels your sibling obsession- but what if you unwittingly use her? Get Dean to blow himself up to kill her? Good plan. Until you actually talk to her and realize you can’t do it. 

Things look great for awhile and you’re happy. Maybe you can get over this preoccupation with the Winchesters now that you have your sister by your side. Until she blows you off. Then it all comes rushing back in worse than ever. Why do the Winchesters get to be so close? So happily codependent when your sister can’t stand to be around you? 

It’s time to kill them all. All the Winchesters in every universe. But you know from experience that one set is going to be a real issue. Then you hit on the perfect thing. They know all about you. They know you set it all up. They’re pissed about your manipulations. Especially Dean. So why not use it? You gave them a kid to fight for and about, right?. Act like he’s the weapon that can take you out, setting up a conflict between them that will end in blood. Make them think this is the only way they can ever get their precious free will back for good. Let Sam do his thing and find out that it’s a set up so he can fight for Jack. Watch Dean yell about how he can’t be a puppet anymore all the while knowing his strings are being pulled and pulled HARD right now. Everything’s perfect. He pulled his gun and they’re fighting. It’s going to happen...

Wtf puppy dog eyes? Tears? “WOULD YOU TRADE ME?” YOU DIDN’T WRITE THAT SHIT. NOW THEY’RE BOTH CRYING?? YOUDAMN IT. Probably should have seen that one coming since you literally just gave your sister a whole speech about how you are the only two beings who matter to each other. Stupid unintentional parallels. Hey, at least you got her to *ahem* MERGE with you. That’s something. She loves you, right? I mean, it’s not super strong Winchester-brother-bond love but...yeah. You can’t see any way this could come back to bite you in the ass. :)

#unity #spoilers #i unfollowed a couple people last night bc they didn't understand that Chuck was manipulating Dean #they seemed to think he was just being a dick? or something? #and that this wasn't a good brother moment? #if i unfollowed you and it upset you #let me know and i'll fix it now that my emotions have settled down #sorry

[elphiej]

Be My Light - Chapter 2: Her Devil, His Angel

*Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

*Genre: Mafia, angst, eventual smut, slow burn

*Warnings: Language, violence, reference to physical / emotional abuse, blood 

Author’s note: Hi everyone. Thank you for sticking with me. I am also uploading Be My Light up on AO3 under the same username. I’ll link below. Please feel free to comment and let me know what you think or what you liked about it. I get really excited when I see what you guys like. I hope you like it. 

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                                  Chapter 2: Her Devil, His Angel

               Almost there, you thought as you quickened your pace to your bus stop. Nothing had passed you on the road, so you were sure there was plenty of time before the bus arrived just beyond the construction. But with the morning you were having, you wouldn’t stop worrying until you were seated at the bench. You felt yourself smile a bit as you drew closer and closer to the shopping center; it was so large, and you were sure there were so many surprises lurking inside. You hoped it wouldn’t be too long before you could go in and find something special. 

               A black car went racing past you as breakneck speed, from seemingly nowhere, leaving you shivering from the blast wind that trailed behind. I must not be the only one having a crazy morning, you thought as your eyes followed the SUV’s taillights. As you passed in front of the construction zone, you saw the gate of the fence that surrounded it had been opened, leading to the paved entrance. Could the car have come from here? You stopped walking long enough to look around; nothing looked out of place, at least to you, and there didn’t seem to be any vandalism. Did they go inside? The chain on one of the doors had been unlatched and left hanging from the handle of the propped open doors. Or it would have been one of the workers checking on things and needed to leave quickly? You supposed there could be a lot of conclusions; instantly thinking something bad had happened just because of the gang activity wasn’t the best thing to ease your anxiety. It was best just to keep going. The bus stop was in sight at the edge of the fence.

               Before you could sit on the bench, you heard a loud ‘popping’ sound from the building behind you. You wanted to say it was a car backfiring or a firecracker, but it was too rapid to be anything else. Ever since you had lived in Central, you learned how to tell the difference. You could hear some loud yells that sounded like it was coming from the other side of the building. But the shots were coming from inside the building. You should run away and hide somewhere safe; you know you should. And you started to back away, reaching for your phone to call the police. You heard more yells and footsteps heading your direction. There was nothing close by to duck into, so you hid yourself behind a trashcan on the other side of the bench. Peering around, you see two large men, both dressed in black suits, holding semi-automatic handguns. They were looking, wildly, up and down the street. You prayed they wouldn’t find you, not knowing what would happen.

               “They’re not here! I don’t see a car anywhere! They must have got away,” one of the men said, out of breath.

               “What did you expect after that fucking chase? Everywhere they ducked into was rigged with one of Vante’s traps! I can’t believe that fucker got in there and did all that with no one noticing him. My eyes are still burning from that pepper spray.”

               “Tell me about it,” the first one replied, “On the third floor, he set off another smoke bomb and had trip wires all over the place. I almost busted my ass! He had every floor rigged with some kind of stupid trap. Yao went into an empty shop on the third floor and the security door came rolling down and locked him inside; they’re still trying to get him out.”

               “Well, Vante and the blond are gone. And Choi’s going to have our heads. No matter how many traps we suffered through.”

               “Maybe, but there are still the other two. I heard them chasing someone above us when we were pepper sprayed. Chen had said one of them was shot twice; there’s no way he’s making it out alive. Fairly sure it’s the youngest that’s still running around. Choi would be pleased if he could lay one of them out and get that secretive maknae they’re always protecting.  If we can corner him and capture him, that teaches them not to mess with the Royals. Let’s go check around back and help corner the fucking brat. Bet he’s hiding in some stairwell.”

               “As long as there’s no more damn traps…,” the other man trailed off in a low grumble.

               The two men turned and ran back towards the side of the building. So, the speeding car must have been who they were looking for. No wonder they were driving like their lives depended on it, you thought. Whoever they were looking for must have wandered into a gang meeting? And there were more still in the building, hurt, being hunted down. You needed to leave, call the police, protect yourself. But you found yourself looking back at the building, and a thought emerged that really affected you. For much of the life you remembered, you had been bullied. You wished, back then, someone had stood up to protect you. Now, after all the therapies and hard work, you were trying to stand up for others like you. These gangs were nothing but bullies and the city was you, looking for someone to take a stand and help. You knew you were nothing compared to the men with guns and weapons, but there were people who needed help. The police would take too long, and you couldn’t stand the idea of letting someone die. Sometimes people need to do scary things to help people. Your father had always helped people; as a police officer he had ran into danger. You were a nurse; you could help them until the authorities came. All you needed to do was stay out of sight. Suddenly, the person Amber wanted you to be took over and that scared girl hiding behind the trash can disappeared, as you stood up and eased over to the open fence, peering around to see if anyone was there.

               You pulled your phone out and called 911, quickly telling the operator what was going on; you were a nurse at Central Mercy, there was an active gang shooting with possible multiple injuries, and that you needed an ambulance to Central Mercy along with police. You hung up after the operator confirmed that they were on the way and to stay away from the scene. There was no talking you out of it. Someone needed to help before someone lost their life unnecessarily. The area around the open fence was clear of people, but from inside you could hear people were running around and yelling. You ran to the door, and slipped in once you saw the coast was clear.

               Inside was dimly lit, and every noise echoed in the open concrete building. You couldn’t see anyone on the ground level; the noises seemed to be coming from the upper floors, where you could hear people yelling commands, breaking glass, and throwing things around. Whoever they were looking for must be hiding. You moved, quietly, into the open food court area, looking for some sign. This is stupid, you are so stupid, you kept chanting as you kept moving. On a box next to you, there was a crowbar and you snatched it up, holding it as if it was a bat. It may not do anything against a gun, but it made you feel a little secure as more shots were fired above you. There was a bunch of yelling; from the sounds of it, they hadn’t caught the young man the ones outside had mentioned. And you hoped they wouldn’t. But then, you heard someone yell, ‘He’s running towards the fire escape! Take him down’. It was quickly followed by more shouting, more shots fired, a scream, and the sound of glass breaking.  As you made it to the fountain in the middle of the space, really wishing you would get out of there, you heard someone running. It was closer than the ones that echoed above you, and you could hear heavy breathing getting closer and closer. You crouched down against the wall of the fountain, gripping the metal bar tighter and trying to keep your breathing as quiet as you could. The footfalls got closer and closer, and they were not even steps like the two suited men from outside, and the breathing sounded labored and strained.

               Around a corner, the owner of the steps came into your view. It was not a suited man, but a younger looking man with sweaty, blond hair, and a pale face. He was alone and swaying on his feet as he moved, with difficulty, towards the fountain. His breathing came in harsh gasps. He stumbled and hit the ground hard, hissing and struggled to get back up. From your hiding spot, you saw there was a massive blood stain on the red coat he wore from a bullet wound in his shoulder, with blood dripping from his limp hand. His other arm was wrapped around his waist and his black shirt seemed like it was wet, as well. As he tried to push himself up, you saw blood on his other hand, too. This had to be the one the two gang members were talking about, the one who was hurt. Instantly, you felt your heart break seeing someone so hurt. As he struggled to push up on his shaky arm, he tilted his head up.

               Then, he finally noticed you.

               Your eyes locked with his dark brown eyes. At first, he just stared at you, as if he couldn’t figure out if you were real or not. His eyes – you couldn’t help but think that they were so captivating and beautiful- kept searching yours for some kind of sign, like he was expecting you to turn into something else. But then, he realized that you were not a figment of his pain-induced imagination and that you were really sitting there. His eyes got bigger as he pushed himself to get to his unsteady feet, but his arm gave out and he dropped back to the ground. Some of the strands of his blond hair were stained red from an open cut at his hairline.

               Before you could move to him, you heard someone coming. The young man heard them too and tried again to stand up, only to fall again. He turned his eyes back to you. His lips moved but you were so focused on the steps that you didn’t hear him. A man in a black suit, like the ones from outside, came around the corner. He looked around before his eyes fell upon the bleeding blond. The smile that cracked his face made your pulse race in your ears. It reminded you of the smile Daniel had shown you when you said you were leaving. The suited man let out a chuckle as he stalked over to the young man.

               “There you are, you son of a bitch. Who would have thought you would have made it this far in your condition. Choi’s going to be so happy that he’s gonna get to finish you off.” He kneeled down next to his prey and fisted his blond hair, pulling him up to his knees. “And I’ll get such a reward for capturing you. And it’s only a matter of time before they catch your little friend. Last I heard, they cornered him on the second floor. He almost made it to the fire escape. I can’t wait to see your face when I smash his skull against the floor. After Choi has his own fun, that is.”

               You couldn’t stop the gasp from escaping your lips as the mental image filled your mind. Two sets of eyes slid over to you. The suited man seemed startled at your presence and it took him a moment to fully process you. Slowly, that predator look he wore slipped back into place. He, roughly, released the youth and rose to his feet. His steps towards you were slow and heavy. And with each step, his well-tailored suit changed to a pair of worn jeans and a whiskey-soaked jacket. With each step, he became your ex as he stalked you against the wall of your apartment. Then back to the suited gang member with a gun in his belt. The edges of your vision started to darken and get fuzzy from panic. You pushed away from the fountain, trembling fingers releasing the only weapon you could protect yourself with, and tried to crawl away from his gaze. But he grabbed you by the ankle and dragged you back to his grasp. He grabbed you by the collar of your coat and crouched on top of you.

               Just like Daniel had done after he backhanded you for asking why you couldn’t leave.

               “Well, what do we have here? A little bitch who wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time, maybe? Do you belong to him? Or were you trying to play hero? What a fucking joke! You should have minded your own business! Now, I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

               You just couldn’t be the happy little bitch I asked you to be. You had to go sticking your nose where it didn’t belong. Guess I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson, Daniel’s voice echoed behind the suited man’s words.

               “No,” you gasp, not sure who you were responding to, “please stop. I’m sorry!”

               He pulled you up to your feet, fingers biting into your arms. “Sorry isn’t gonna help you. You’ve seen too much. I doubt the boss will want to keep you around for a quick fuck either; you’re not pretty enough for that.”

               You should be thankful someone like me even wants to be around you. You’re nothing but useless. You’re not even good looking. Not even pretty enough to call a girlfriend.

               Your heart was racing; all the emotions were flooding your mind. Suddenly, you were back in your old apartment wanting to leave to make everyone happier. Daniel was screaming at you, breaking down every shred of courage you had mustered to tell him you were leaving. His hands were bruising your arms as he was about to throw you against the coffee table when you moved towards the door. There was a crack echoing in your mind as your head contacted with the wood then the wall as he slammed you against it. No, this wasn’t happening again! But the suited man kept changing forms, both faces sharing that venomous smirk. You were gonna be a victim again, forever trapped by his words and actions.

You were useless.

               “No!” You squeezed your eyes shut and brought your knee up as hard as you could, hitting him right in the stomach. The man stumbled back and it gave you enough time to reach down for the crowbar and swing it up. It connected with Daniel’s face as he moved towards you again. You swung it again, and it hit the suited man in the back as he doubled over. With a surge of rage that had been hidden within all the fear and anxiety, you swung again and again.

               When the red in your vision faded, the suited man was on the ground, unmoving. You stared down at him, breathing hard. For a moment, you weren’t sure what had happened. Was he dead? How did that happen? The weight of the crowbar in your hand brought it back to you. You were protecting yourself the way you wished you had before. The suited man had triggered your memory so strongly that all that pent of anger Amber had always said needed to be addressed came surging out. You stared at the crowbar in utter shock. How did you do that? You glanced down at the unconscious suited man before you; you nudged him with your foot and let out a sigh of relief when he let out a moan. He may have been trying to attack you, but you really didn’t want to kill anyone. It went against your whole purpose of running into this hell hole.

Your eyes darted back to the bleeding man leaning heavily against the edge of the fountain. You dropped the crowbar, making a loud ‘bang’, and ran over to him, wrapping your arm around him and steading him. He, unknowingly, leaned his weight against you and his head pressed against your shoulder. You got a better look at his wounds; the cut on his forehead was long but not deep, and the gun shot wound in his shoulder was bleeding quite a bit. There was no exit wound, so the bullet was still lodged somewhere in his flesh. You reached down and moved his shirt from his side to see another gunshot wound, deep and heavily bleeding. He tried to push you away.

               “What are you doing here,” he hissed at you through clenched teeth. “Get out of here! They’ll kill you.”

               “I handled that one,” you said, nodding your head in the direction of the suited man, “didn’t I?”

               “Barely. I could have handled him.” Was he seriously dismissing your effort? “A few lucky swings aren’t gonna save you from a gunshot. You need to get out of here. Just leave me here. They’re coming.”

               You eased his limp arm over your shoulder, wrapped your arm around his back to his uninjured side, and pulled him to his shaky feet. “I’m not leaving you here. You’ll either bleed out or whoever is looking for you will finish you off. Come on, I’m gonna get you out.”

               “You shouldn’t be in here. What were you thinking?”

               “Are you really berating me right now? I am trying to save you, you know. From where I’m standing, my lack of skills would have fared better than you. Why are you here, anyways?

               Despite his weakened state, the man struggled in your grasp, trying to push you away. “Are you crazy?”

               “No,” you said as you lead the way towards the door, “I’m a nurse at Central Mercy. And I don’t like bullies. Just focus on staying awake, alright? I promise I’ll get us out of here alive. And when we do, I want the full explanation of who I just knocked out and what I got myself into saving you. Deal?”

               “Whatever-“

               “Look down there,” you heard someone yell from behind you, “I heard something! He couldn’t have gotten far.”

               You felt the man flinch in your grip at the sound of the harsh voice. The sounds of heavy steps sounded like a rolling thunder in the wide space. There was no way you were going to make it out the door before someone noticed you, especially with the way the blond man was stumbling with each step. He was losing too much blood, and whatever headwound he had sustained had him straining to keep conscious. You looked around for something to hide behind. There were some boxes and crates but that wouldn’t be good enough. With the steps and voices getting closer, you made your way to one of the food service counters, and crouched down behind it. The thunder of footsteps seemed to patter off into different directions, but one could still be heard walking into the space. There was the sound of something scraping behind them. You braved to glance around the edge of the counter to see. At the fountain, right where you had hidden yourself a few moments ago, was a tall, well dressed man in a light blue suit. While he seemed the type to take care of his appearance, he looked crazed and disheveled. In one gloved hand, he held a gun while the other was a silver, ornate cane. His eyes were locked on the fallen man; This had to be the big boss based on his attire, you assumed. He made a noise of disappointment before turning his attention to a small pool of blood from where the blond had fallen. He dipped the edge of the cane in the crimson liquid, and brought it up to his eyes. At first, you worried he was going to taste it, like some modern vampire. But he smiled and started to walk forward, dragging the cane behind him, leaving a red trail. The way he stalked through the space you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread. Your heart was beating so fast; this was beyond terrifying, but you needed to focus. You felt a shaky hand reach over and grab hold of yours. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. The young man, despite chiding you earlier, was trying to keep you from falling too far into your fear.  

               “I know you’re here, Agust,” the chilling voice called out into the space. “Come out, come out, wherever you are. Still have some fight in you? You did a number on my man. I should return the favor.”

               The voice made a loud yell and a sudden crash exploded in the space. You brought your hand to your mouth to keep your gasp of surprise from alerting the walking embodiment of death. The man had brought his cane down upon the boxes you thought to hide behind, and smashed them. He kicked the shatter pieces out of his path and moved on, dragging the cane again. The steps were closer, and you figured he had come to one of the other food counters. You prayed he wouldn’t find you because you weren’t sure what would happen if he did. Suddenly, the blond let go of your hand and reached behind him. He pulled out a black, studded gun. You couldn’t begin to wonder what you had actually gotten yourself into. His hand was shaky too much and he pressed it into your hand before placing his over yours; was he intending to have you shoot him? Could you? Or was he using you as a steady when you were shaking just as bad as him? You stared at him with wide eyes, but he shushed you and moved your hands where he needed them.

               “Hiding like a scared child? I thought you were better than that. But we have the same problem as before; you still have a heart. You should have let your boy die, Agust. Then, you could have gotten away to face another day. But now, you’re bleeding out. You’re gonna die. Unless I find you.” The cane hit against one of the counters and scraped across it. The sound made you shiver. The blond held you hand tighter, his finger against yours near the trigger. His eyes were feverish, and he was getting paler than before. The voice continued to move closer. “I’m gonna take my time with you. I’ll make sure you don’t die yet. It’s a matter of time before we find your boy. I want you to watch while I unmask him and break him. And I’ll remind you how it’s all your fault as I make him scream. Only after I break him so no one can ever fix him, then I’ll take my time with you. I’ll make sure to take pictures to send to your friends. I’ll make sure they know who they’re dealing with.”

               The voice was so close now, you were sure he was only a few steps away. The footsteps stopped and you could hear the man taking a deep breath. Then, he was quiet. You were holding your breath, your lungs burning. The menacing man, then, took an audible sniff of the air. He did it again and again, as if he was a bloodhound. What was he smelling? Or was this just another tactic to try and scare them out of hiding. Another few steps and you were sure he was in front of your counter. The blond’s hand started to move, ready to use your hand to help him get a steady shot. The man beyond the counter started to lean over when-

               “Sir!”

               The man stopped and turned his attention away from the counter. “Chen, what did you find? Did you track them down?”

               The man, Chen, came up to him.  “No sir, the two escaped in a vehicle. They lost our men running through different levels and shops. They set up a bunch of snares and traps. I had men ready to chase them but Vante did a number on the cars. They’re long gone.”

               “What about the boy?”

               “We couldn’t catch him.” You felt the blond let out a sigh of relief. “He jumped through a window on the second floor.” That explained the broken glass sound you heard. “By time the men got out there, he had dashed into the alleyways and we lost his trail.” A cell phone rang, and for a moment, you feared it was yours, but Chen answered it. “Sir, we need to go. Police are on the way here. The men can hear the sirens. Someone tipped them off.”

               “Damn it,” the man snapped. He slammed the cane against the counter. “Did anyone find Agust?”

               “No, sir. He must have gotten out. The front door and gate are opened. He must have escaped. Maybe the two in the car swung back around and got him.”

               “No, he’s still here somewhere. I can feel it. He’s too hurt to have gotten away from me. There’s too much blood splattered. He has to be close by.” The man took another deep breath. “Do you smell that?”

               “Sir, I can’t smell anything. But we really need to leave. The police are close. Please, if he’s that hurt, he won’t make it until the police get here. You’ve won the battle, sir.”

               “Unless there’s a body, there is no victory.” You heard as he started to move away from the counter. “Grab that idiot over there. Tell the men to get us out of here.”

               You waited until the steps disappeared and the space was all quiet. In the background, you could hear the sounds of police and ambulance sirens coming closer and closer, and the fear you had started to ebb away. You glanced around the counter to make sure they were truly gone before dropping your hand and taking a deep breath. It was going to be ok. The young man’s hand slipped from yours and dropped to his side. Suddenly, your panic started to return. You dropped the gun and moved in front of him, tapping his cheek to keep him awake and checking his pulse. His eyes were glossy and unfocused, his skin so pale and cold. The blood soaked his clothes and wasn’t slowing. You shrugged off your backpack and stripped your jacket off, ignoring the chill of the space, and pressed the material against the wound to stop the bleeding. The man jerked and hissed but his body was too weak to fight it. The sirens got closer still, but it felt like an eternity for you to hear the rush of police calling out. You yelled out for a medic, alerting the police where you were and who you were. Then, you leaned close to the blond stranger.

               “Hey, you got to stay with me, alright? I’m gonna get you out of here, remember? We’re gonna get you to the hospital and patch you up. But I need you to stay awake. Remember, you promised to tell me what I got myself into.” His eyes couldn’t seem to focus on yours and kept slipping closed. You patted his check again, leaving bloody prints. You reached for his hand instead. You squeezed it as he had done not so long ago, trying to bring his focus on you. “Come on, stay with me. Can you squeeze my hand? Talk to me? Tell me your name. Tell me how dumb I am for running into an active shooting scene. Tell me I’m a hot mess. Anything, just stay with me.”

               His hooded eyes caught yours and he tilted his head to the side. He slipped his hand from yours and laid it against your cheek. “Angel,” he whispered, before his hand dropped and his body went limp.

#bts fic #bts imagines #bts mafia au #bts mafia fic #yoongi x reader #bangtan boys #ot7 x reader #min yoongi #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimim #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #bangtan fanfic #Bemylight #elphiej

[mafia-nct]

GOT7 Mafia AU: Their S/O Getting Insulted

Genre: mafia au!, angst.

Warning: swearing, violence, mentions of blood.

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Jaebum:

They’ve been in the meeting room for hours, planning their next mission. Everything needed to be executed perfectly and knowing your boyfriend; no one was getting out of that room until they memorised every detail of the plan.

You knocked on the door and opened it.

“I bare gifts!” You said motioning to the bags of snack you carried in your hands.

A small smile appeared on Jaebum’s face. You placed the bags on the table and made your way to your boyfriend.

He hugged you, hiding his face in your neck. “Thank you,” he whispered, “we needed a little break!”

“Welcome Jae!” You whispered back

“Yo boss,” screamed one of the new recruits, “where did you get a bitch like that? These snacks are dope!”

Every head turned to him, the atmosphere in the room dropped and Jaebum let go of you. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and narrowed his eyes at his new recruit.

“I’m sorry, what did you just call my girlfriend?” Barked Jaebum

The recruit turned white realizing his mistake.

“He called her a bitch Jae!” Answered BamBam.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Your boyfriend turned towards two of his closest crewmembers. “Jackson, Mark I believe you know what to do!”

The two men nodded. Jackson grabbed the recruit by the collar dragging him out of the room as he pleaded mercy.

Mark:

He threw one knife after the other. He didn’t understand why Jaebum wanted him to learn how, but he had to follow orders. He’d been in the practice room for what felt hours. He’d only hit his target once every 20 knifes thrown and even then, he didn’t hit exactly where he wanted. He was getting frustrated.

A group of recruits entered the room, never seeing him due to the fact that he was at the far end. They were loud, he hated that, but it made his job easier. He could eavesdrop on them without paying attention.

“Victoria’s Secret angels are the hottest women on this planet hands down!”

“I agree!”

“Nah bro.”

“Alright then, who do you think is hot?”

“Honestly, Mark’s girl is pretty tight.”

Mark’s head snapped towards the recruit as he continued.

“She’s sexy as hell and I’m sure she can take it. If you know what I mean!”

Mark’s grip on the knife in his hand tightened; his knuckles turning white. He didn’t even think as he aimed and threw the knife hitting the recruit in the shoulder. Exactly where he wanted.

The recruit screamed in pain as his friends looked in the direction of where the knife was thrown.

Mark got out of the shadows. “Next time, I’ll aim for your head. Now, go tell Youngjae how you got injured.”

Jackson:

“Where the hell is Yugyeom?” He wondered out loud.

Jaebum just assigned him a new mission and he needed the youngest to be his getaway driver. He looked everywhere but he couldn’t find Yugyeom anywhere. He decided to go to the headquarters’ recruits’ training center. Maybe Yugyeom was teaching something to the recruits.

“Yo,” he heard somebody say on the other side of the door, “Jackson’s girl is so fine. I’d do her anytime any day, if you know what I mean!”

He recognized that voice immediately. It was that stupid new recruit who thought he was better than everybody else.

Jackson didn’t waste anytime after hearing that comment. He threw the door opened and spotted the recruit. He marched towards him and grabbed him, with one hand, by the neck only to slam him in a wall.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Spat Jackson

The recruit couldn’t answer; Jackson was, after all, strangling him. The recruit was turning red. He grabbed Jackson’s arm but Jackson’s grip only tightened.

“Jackson let him go.” Said Jinyoung who was only in the room because he heard the commotion.

Jackson leaned towards the recruit’s ear. “I’m going to make your life a living hell.” He whispered before dropping the recruit on the ground.

Jinyoung:

“So, apparently, my wife looks like a nice fuck toy.” Said Jinyoung sitting in his chair behind his desk.

“No, no, no that’s not what I meant!” Panicked the recruit on the other side of the desk.

Jinyoung raised his hand stopping him. “No need to explain yourself buddy. Mark heard everything. And not to be that guy, but I trust Mark way more than I trust your dumbass.”

The recruit’s head dropped.

“Here’s what’s going to happened.” Started Jinyoung. “You and I are going to take a trip to the station and I’m going to put you behind the bars.”

“What for? I didn’t do anything!”

Jinyoung raised a file in the air. “That’s not what this file says. It says that you were spotted selling drugs and weapons on the streets. What an amateur! Not only do I have evidence that you did, I, also, have witnesses.”

“But I never did!” Screamed the recruit.

Jinyoung got up and grabbed the recruit pulling him up. He put the recruit’s hands behind his back and handcuffed them.

“Between you and me, who do you think they’re going to believe pal? The sergeant of the organized crime division or some random crook who’s already been arrested once for drug possession?”

A silence felt the room.

Jinyoung leaned towards the recruit. “Check mate bitch.”

Youngjae:

He was removing a bullet in a recruit’s leg. You were by his side, helping him. He needed the extra set of hands when it came to those situations; the last time he needed someone he asked Jackson, but he almost fainted.

“Could you pass me the stitching needle love?” Asked Youngjae

You grabbed it and handed it to him.

“It must be nice to have her around here Laughter!” Said the recruit

“What do you mean?” Replied your boyfriend

“Well, she does whatever you say and doesn’t say a word. She’s like your slave, your own little bitch.”

You mouth hanged open; you couldn’t believe the audacity of that guy.

Youngjae stopped what he was doing. He looked at the recruit for a good minute before he stuck his index finger in his wound. The recruit screamed in agony.

“Listen to me you fucktard,” spat Youngjae, “If I catch you calling my girl a bitch one more time, I’ll make sure you end up dying in pure agony. I might even let you bleed on the floor for all I care about. Am I clear?”

The recruit nodded biting his lip.

“Good, now leave. I don’t even want to stitch you up anymore!”

BamBam:

He was used to it really. He should probably stop feeling like this every time it happened. It should roll off his back, but he just couldn’t. You were his girl. He thought that was obvious when you entered the club with him.

He watched you, politely turn down another random dude, from the second floor of the club. He rolled his eyes, but when he stared back at you. The situation was worrying. The guy was being very aggressive towards you, grabbing your arm and trying to pull you in his direction.

BamBam ran down the stairs, almost breaking his leg in the process. This was not happening, especially not under his watch.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed out when he was finally next to you, “I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want to go with you buddy.”

BamBam placed his hand on your back reassuring you.

“Mind your own fucking business skinny and let my girl and I settle this!” Barked the guy

BamBam made a disapproving sound. “Oh man, you just said something that was super incorrect!”

In choc, the guy let go of your arm. BamBam slowly raised your left hand in front of the guy and did the same with his. “See dumbass, we have matching rings. She’s my wife. And this,” he raised his hands in the air, “is my club.”

Your husband looked at two of his bodyguards and with one look they understood. They dragged the guy outside, this guy wasn’t leaving without a few bruises. 

Yugyeom:

He loved to bring you to his races; you brought him some peace on those hectic nights.

He held your hand tightly; he didn’t want to lose you in the crowd, as you two walked to where his car was parked.

“I just want to check something real quick baby.” He said unlocking the car. “Then we’ll go see the other races.”

“Alright.” You replied.

He opened the driver’s door and sat in the seat. He wanted to make sure that their mechanic team did what he asked. He could not afford to lose because some idiot didn’t do their job.

As he was checking his dashboard, he heard someone talk to you.

“Hey pretty ass, what is a beautiful girl like you doing here?”

“Ew,” Yugyeom heard you reply. A small smile appeared on his lips, he loved how straight forward you were, “leave asshole. I don’t want anything to do with you!”

Every thing seemed fine in his dashboard, so he popped the hood of the car to go check if everything was fine there too.

“Listen up you bitch!” The stranger barked. “You’re not going to tell me what to do or I’ll have my guys take care of you!”

That struck a cord in Yugyeom. Who was this guy threatening you with no actual reason? He grabbed his gun from the inside of his jacket and got out of the car.

He pointed his gun at the stranger. “Say that again fucker!”

You slammed your hand on Yugyeom’s chest. “I’ll take care of it”

He looked at you questionably.

“Alright sweetheart!” You yelled. “Bring your guys, I’m so scared of them I’m shaking in my pants. Anyway what do…”

As Yugyeom watched you tell the guy off, he lowered his gun and smiled. He couldn’t believe he was in love with a badass.

#got7 mafia au #got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #got7 drabbles #got7 imagines #got7 group reaction #jackson wang #im jaebum #mark tuan #park jinyoung #choi youngjae #bambam #kim yugyeom

[c-h-pictures]

Strays Vines 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8, Part 9

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Jay: Do you have any shaving cream?

Dazai: No, I don’t like the way that it tastes.

Jay: You eat shaving cream?

Dazai: No, why would I eat it if I don’t like tha way that it tastes?

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Kyza, to Fukuzawa: You are my dad. You’re my dad! Boogie-woogie-woogie.

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Akari, dancing: *removes paper bag revealing another papaer back that flies off to reveal another paper bag*

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Francis: This is how I enter my house.

Francis: What’s up, fuckers?

Luciel: Why are you on my phone?

Francis: Fuck you! That’s why!

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Airi: I wanna be a yo-yo man, I cried. But the yo-yo man did not answer. He jsut kept on yo-ing.

Chuuya: *yo-ing*

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Kamui: *falls*

Chuuya, on the drums: du-dum tshh

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Dazai: *pouring water on Chuuya*

Chuuya, waking up: Hello?

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Michizo: Hey bro, can I get a sip of that water?

Tackhi: It’s not water.

Michizo: Vodka, I like your style.

Tackhi: It’s vinegar.

Michizo: What?

Tackhi: It’s vinegar, pussy.

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TAP Leader: Play it; you get a £100 million, but a 100 million people would die.

Aleksei: *instantly plays the harmonica*

TAP Leader: Aleksei, no!

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Chuuya, to Ace: Lets tell a secret about ourselves. I’ll go first. I hate you.

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Roman: I started the day the way I normally do, wearing three hats. But when I got home, I had one. Who took my hats?

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Aimed at Julian Edwards

Woods, singing while Jasmine plays the keyboard: Go suck a dick, suck a dick, suck a motherfucking dick.

Mizuki: Suck a dick. Suck a huge or small dick.

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Kenji (to an older Kaori): He doesn’t deserve you. If he doesn’t treat you right by now, you’re gone.

Kaori: I’m gone.

Sakura: Now, go chop his dick off.

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Mizuki: Jasmine, this is a crime scene.

Jasmine, with ice cream: Well, is this a murder weapon?

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Edgar: So, Annie, are you okay? Are you okay, Annie? Annie, are you okay? Will you tell us that you’re okay?

Sky: *hitting the drum*

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Kaori: Do we got the eggs?

Lucifer: Yeah, we got the eggs.

Kaori: Do we got the milk?

Lucifer: Yeah, we got the milk.

*fridge shelf falls off*

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Edgar, filming:

Cthulhu: I am the sand guardian. Guardian of the sand.

John: Poseidon quivers before them!

Cthulhu, to the wave: Fuck off!

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Rin: I brought you frankincense.

Jamie: Thank you.

Elijah: And I brought you myrrh.

Jamie: Thank you.

Elijah: Murder.

Jamie: Elijah!

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Noah’s Ark Circus crew: *pulling a rope*

Ashlee, attached at the other end: *flies up and into the to top of the tent*

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John: Welcome to physics.

Chuuya and Dazai: *[what happens in the fight]*

John, Cthluhu, and Samir: *screaming*

John: HOLY MOTHER-

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Aleksei, about The PADA, The PM, and The Clockwork Order: Look at all those chickens.

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Aleksei: You remember one time I liked you?

Quilin: No.

Aleksei: Good, ‘cause, never happened.

Quilin: Aw.

Aleksei: Hoe!

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Ace: i feel I do my best, but they don’t.

Aleksei: Let me ask you a very fair question. What do you do, successfully?

Ace:

Aleksei: Quickly.

Ace:

Karma:

Aleksei:

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The House of Death: *driving into The Angel’s Posse*

Aleksei, Oskar, Sigma, Ivan, Natalie, Zoja, Nikolai, Ajaz, Klara, Kristinn, and Karma, at the top of their lungs: LIVE AND LET DIE!!

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Woods (Hayes): Why aren’t the dishes in alphabetical order?

Dr. Hayes: What does that even mean?

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When Killian isn’t home:

Jay: *playing the trombone*

Dazai: *on the oven*

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Phoenix, to her raven: You’ve got this Travis, make them wait for it. Boom.

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Ania, from the train to Azmarin: Look at that fucking cornfield, bud. That is a nice cornfield.

Ania, in the corn: This is a nice cornfield.

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Dazai: Bagel bois. Dum-du-du-dum.

Dazai and Killian: Bagel bois. Dum-du-du-dum.

Dazai, Killian and Jay: Bagel bois. Dum-du-du-dum. With cream cheese.

#incorrect oc quotes #own characters #long post

[breanime]

Can you imagine someone actually trying to get to Letty 👀? Coco gets a call at 1 am from Liyah telling him she knocked out an intruder with a baseball bat

(I’ve been holding onto this one for like a week, so... I hope you like it; thank you for this idea!)

It had been a long few days for Coco. They’d just finished a job yesterday, and they still had a lot to take care of, but Coco was dead on his feet. They all were. So when they finally got home, they all retreated to their rooms and slept.

Coco passed out immediately, drifting effortlessly into a dreamless sleep...

...until his phone rang.

Groaning, he rolled onto his side, reaching out into the darkness for his phone. He hissed at the brightness of his phone, noting it was past 1 in the morning, and it was Liyah.

“Bueno?” He croaked, running a hand through his messy hair. 

“Coco...” Liyah’s voice came out in a whisper, and Coco sprang up, his heart jumping into his throat.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, instinctively reaching for the gun he kept by his bedside.

He heard Liyah take in a shaky breath, a sure sign that she was crying. “Coco... Please come.”

He was already on his feet. “What’s going on? Where are you--you at home?”

“Somebody broke in,” she answered, “He’s on the living room floor right now, I-I hit him with a bat, and I think he’s knocked out, I can’t be sure--it’s okay, baby,” she was clearly talking to Letty now, “Mommy’s got you.”

Coco’s heart clenched in his chest. His mind flashed with visions of Liyah and Letty hurt, in fear, and he felt a white cold panic grip him, followed by a burning inferno of rage. “I’m on my way, baby, just--just keep Letty close to you, I’m on my way.”

He stormed out of his room, meeting Rio in the hallway. “Dude, what’s--”

“--Somebody broke into Liyah’s place,” Coco said, not faltering in his step. 

Rio was right behind him. They collected Angel on the way out, and the three of them sped over to Liyah’s house. 

When they got there, Coco’s heart stopped again when he saw the front door was wide open. He hopped off of his bike and ran through the door, “Liyah!”

“Coco!” She cried back. She and Letty were standing against the wall, Letty behind her, and the steel bat in Liyah’s hands. 

A few feet ahead of them, there was a guy--nearly the size of Angel--laid out on his stomach on the floor, a black bag by his side. 

Coco glared down at him, his trigger finger itching, but then he heard a small, watery voice cry out--

“Daddy!”

And then suddenly, nothing else mattered. Coco crossed the room and grabbed onto his girls, the three of them falling onto the ground, still embracing. “It’s okay,” he whispered as they cried in his arms, “it’s okay, you’re okay...” Letty was sobbing so hard, he was afraid she might pass out, and Liyah was shaking, her hands knotted into his shirt. It made Coco sick to his stomach, knowing that their lives had been put in danger. “I got you,” he whispered, “I got you...”

Angel and Rio were by the man, turning him over and checking his pulse. “Fucker’s still breathing,” Angel reported.

“Good,” Rio said, checking the guy for weapons. He scoffed, pulling out a knife from the guy’s pocket, “Miguel’s gonna want him on his pew ASAP,” Rio gestured to the bag with his chin, “What’s in the bag?”

Angel reached over, dumping the bag out on the carpet. “Jesus....” 

Coco looked up and saw zip ties, duct tape, rope, and a camera. He felt his blood run cold. He kissed the top of Letty’s head and pulled Liyah closer to him. 

“Let’s get him in the trunk,” Rio said, nodding over at Coco, “Take your time.” Together, Rio and Angel dragged the man out of the house, and Coco felt Letty’s little body relax in his arms now that the threat had been removed. 

He pulled back, looking at his daughter, her watery, wide eyes and her little mouth drawn down in a frown. He cupped her face, her little, precious, perfect face, in his hands. “You’re safe now, mami,” he promised her, “Okay? Nobody’s gonna hurt you, baby.” 

She nodded, and he pulled her into his arms again, where he kept her until Miguel pulled up an hour later.

“Aaliyah,” Miguel said, “Are you two okay?”

Liyah nodded; she had moved to the dining room table, the bat resting between her legs. Coco sat across from her, Letty on his lap. “Yeah,” she answered softly.

“Papa Miguel,” Letty’s voice croaked from all of the crying, she was eating an ice cream cone and much calmer now, “Mommy said I don’t have to go to school tomorrow.”

“Yeah?” Miguel asked, glancing at Coco--he’d never seen his nephew so enraged. He was quiet, and a quiet Coco was a scary Coco. “Hey, you think you could get me an ice cream cone, too?”

Letty hopped off of Coco’s lap and skipped over to Miguel, taking his offered hand in hers, “You want a chocolate one or a strawberry one, Papa Miguel?” She asked, leading him into the kitchen. 

Coco stood up then, needing to pace. Liyah watched him quietly, the bat clenched between her knees. “You know him?” Coco bit out.

She shook her head. “I’ve never seen him before tonight. You?”

“Nah,” Coco turned, and when he did, he saw the mother of his child, the woman he loved, his soulmate--

his best friend.

He stomped over to her and took her face in his hands, pulling her to him and kissing her fiercely. She kissed him back, letting him help her out of her chair as she held him tight, keeping him close to her--as if he’d ever go anywhere else. 

“I fucking love you,” he whispered, pulling back slightly so that she could look him in the eyes, see how much he meant what he said, “If something would have happened to you and Letty...”

“I know,” she silenced him before he could speak the words, “I know,” she took a breath, “when I heard the door open, I knew... I knew it wasn’t you. I got up, and I heard him breathing, and I just... I didn’t think. Letty was in her room, and he was here, and I just grabbed the bat, and I--”

“You protected her,” Coco said, looking into her teary eyes, “I should have been here. I never should have left. This is where I belong, this is my home--my family--”

“--Coco stop,” Liyah sighed, reaching out to place her hand on his face, “You didn’t leave us. This is still your home, and we’re still your family. When I needed you, you came.”

He nodded, leaning closer to her, “You know we’re gonna kill that bastard, right?”

She nodded back, “Oh, I know. Just... Make sure you make him suffer, yeah?”

Coco grinned. 

“Yeah, mi amor, I can do that.” 

#crime family au #coco x liyah #coco #liyah #little letty #ciliyah

[yet-another-fan-girl9]

Inhuman (4)

Summary: All beings in the universe have a soulmate except for Midgardians. People can hear their soulmate in their heads. For almost five hundred and fifty years, Loki believed that he had no soulmate until 1513 when a Midgardian princess was born. Will fate be kind to them or will the universe tear them apart?

Warnings: violence, language, hella historical inaccuracies (I tried to do research but then got lazy), maybe some AOS season 3 spoilers(?)

Word Count: ~4000

“Captain.” Loki strode up to him. “I need to speak to you. Alone,” he added when he spotted his brother linger by the doorway. “It’s about (Y/N).”

The blond supersoldier turned to look at Loki. “How did you know her name?”

“I know everything about her. Or, I knew everything. She is— was my soulmate.”

“S-soulmate? Those things are real?”

“Midgardians are the only ones in the nine realms that don’t have soulmates. For a long time, I believed that I did not have a soulmate. It wasn’t until 1513 I felt the connection.”

“1513?” Steve stared at him. “So she’s even older than I thought.”

“Yes, she was the queen for a time. I thought she had died even before the date in the history books.”

“This is a lot of information,  Loki.” He sat down. “A queen? Queen… (Y/N)? You expect me to believe that Queen (Y/N), one of the infamous Tudors, Queen of England is still alive and became a hitman?”

“It’s hard for me to believe it as well. Trust me, when I came to the conclusion that it was her, that she was alive…” he drifted off.

“Thank you for telling me. This information will be important in trying to track this organization down. Maybe you should tell this to everyone else?”

“No, I would rather not participate in one of your little presentations.” Loki turned and strode out of the room, leaving Steve to process everything.

[New York, New York, May 2024]

It had been a couple of months since you had been to the Avengers compound and there had been no sign of the superheroes. You were getting bored, though it wasn’t the longest you had been on hitwoman hiatus. Surprisingly, Max wasn’t in the same mood as you. He and Liam were having a jolly good time galavanting around the city or whatever young couples did these days.

You sat at your kitchen counter reading your emails. There were plenty of job offers you could take. Should you resume taking them? What if one was a trap set by the Avengers? It wasn’t like you were going to run out of resources any time soon but you were bored goddamn it.

Alright, just a simple, quiet job. One that you could do on your own. This one seemed inconspicuous. Fifteen thousand for making a woman’s unfaithful, abusive husband look like he committed suicide. You always would help someone in a bad situation and she even offered a down payment of five thousand. Just in case of a worst-case situation, you sent Max your plan.

I’m going out on a small job. If I’m not back by tomorrow at noon, you know what to do.

After you had the little excursion at the Avenger’s compound, you had sent out a step by step list of what to do if someone was compromised by the heroes. You appreciated what they did, as long as they stayed away from you and your employees. You couldn’t let them dismantle your small empire after over a hundred years. Yes, you killed for a living, but sometimes it’s for good.

Like right now, you sat in your black Lambo by Mrs. Davis’ apartment, preparing to kill her husband. You got out and smoothed down your white blouse that was paired with some ripped jeans. Your boots sent soft echoes down the empty street. You made your way to the front door and rang the unpleasant sounding doorbell.

“Hello, are you Mr. Davis?” you asked when the door opened to reveal a tall, blond man. You leaned against the doorframe and looked up at him through your eyelashes.

“Yes, who’s asking?” Although the question was defensive, his tone was suggestive.

“Oh, I heard about you from my friend.” You twirled your hair around your finger. “I was wondering if your wife was home?”

“Fortunately, she is not. Come in, come in.”

You followed the man into the apartment, disgusted by how quickly he had let you in. You walked past a framed photo of the Davises at their wedding. Does the fucker make all of his mistresses walk past the photo? While you strode down the hallway, you slipped on a pair of leather gloves. He led you directly to the bedroom.

Well, no use in waiting. You pulled a gun out of your jeans and when the man turned around, you pressed it to his temple. A breath hitched in his throat and he raised his arms.

“I need you to write something for me,” you sneered. He nodded and grabbed a notepad from the bedside table. You stayed behind him, the threat of the gun always in the back of his mind. “You’re going to confess to everything. Hurting your wife. Cheating. Everything bad.” He complied and fortunately, his hand didn’t shake much. He was left handed, you noticed as you read the note from over his shoulder. “Tell them you feel guilty. So fucking guilty you couldn’t live with yourself.”

When he signed the note, you tore it off and put it somewhere blood wouldn’t stain it. Mr. Davis was shaking like a leaf while you stood to his left and raised your gun to his head again. At least he wasn’t pleading for his life. He wasn’t on his knees, groveling. Without warning, you pulled the trigger.

The man’s blood and brains coated the bedroom wall as he crumpled to the ground. The loud bang of the gun rang in your ears. More blood spilled from the bullet holes in his skull and you watched it seep into the carpet. You placed the gun in Mr. Davis’ left hand and wrapped his fingers around the handle. Then you placed the note on the bed.

No white rose today, you were certain the Avengers were keeping an eye out for them, but you still took a picture to send to the newly widowed Mrs. Davis. You quickly left the apartment, people would have heard the gun go off, and made your way to your car. You could hear the sirens in the distance as you drove away.

🌹

“Something’s happening!”

Everyone rushed into the room to see all of the screens flashing. A typical radar screen with a large blinking dot. Stark had mimicked the technology from the ship Loki had stolen from the Grandmaster and combined it with his own. What resulted was a powerful, as well as specific, radar system.

“What the?” Thor mumbled and looked at the numbers on another screen. “I recognize these signatures but I just can’t place them.”

Brunnhilde and Loki pushed their way to the front.

“I suppose they do look a little familiar.” Loki shrugged and Brunnhilde nodded her agreement.

“Hey, for the idiots back here,” Barton said from the back, “you guys want to tell us what the fuck’s going on?”

“The radar is picking up a surge of energy,” Stark pointed at the dot. “A big surge of energy based on the numbers.”

“Shouldn’t we be doing something about them?” Steve asked.

“Here’s the thing.” Stark pushed his way through the small crowd and stopped at another screen. “This one is scanning up and it keeps picking up something. Never long enough to get a good reading. Most likely it’s a ship using a cloaking mechanism. Woah, what the fuck? Something’s coming down.”

“I remember now,” Thor cut in and everyone turned to him expectantly.

“Well, get on with it,” Steve prompted.

“Yeah, do we need to suit up?” Nat added.

“Yes.” Thor looked at Loki. “The Kree are here.”

🌹

You were about thirty minutes away from your penthouse, taking unpopulated back roads, when you noticed something in the night sky. It looked like a large meteor and it looked like it was headed right toward you. Fast.

“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself and stepped on the gas. Your head hit the head rest as your car was propelled forward.

Moments later, the meteor hit the spot your car had just vacated. The resounding explosion caused you to lose control of your car that was going very fast. Fortunately, it stopped quickly. Unfortunately, it was stopped by a brick wall.

“Motherfucker.”

Your head ached and when you gingerly felt around, your hand came away stained with red. More blood dripped from your nose onto the airbag and it felt like your upper arm was broken. You could already feel the small cuts from broken glass heal, and it wouldn’t take long for your bone to snap back in place, but definitely not fast enough.

You had heard that you shouldn’t get out of a crashed car unless it was going to blow but that advice was for normal people. You didn’t want to stay stuck in your car. Unbuckling your seatbelt was hardest, especially with your arm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit. Motherfucker!”

Of fucking course the fucking door couldn’t fucking open all the way. You were able to do some maneuvering to pull yourself out of the hole in the wall but it included a lot more swearing. The fires from the meteor had settled and you realized that it wasn’t a meteor at all. It was some kind of pod that had fallen to Earth.

Two large figures emerged from the burning ship. In the light of the fires, you saw their metal staffs and blue skin. They wore gold on their dark cloaks and around their jaws. You were curious but you also knew that their intentions weren’t going to be good. The Avengers had probably been notified as well and you really couldn’t deal with them right now.

“INHUMAN!” one of them roared and they both pointed their weapons at you.

Then it all clicked. Blue angels that fell from the heavens to Earth. Called the Kree.

“Kree,” you responded much to their shock. “What do you want?”

“You. The Inhumans. We are here for our projects. Only the best will be brought back to Hala. The rest will be terminated.”

“Thanks for the warning.” You back up as inconspicuous as you could, cradling your arm. “How do you choose who lives and who dies?”

To answer your question, one of the Kree activated something on his metal vambrace. A holographic screen popped up and a bright yellow light scanned you.

“Species: Inhuman,” a male voice reached your ears. “Abilities: enhanced human body, strength, healing—”

“Yeah the list goes on and on,” you said. There should be an alley you could escape through somewhere.

“—combat, memory, and speed. Threat: high.”

“You’re coming with us.”

“Yeah, I got that.”

You reached the alley and ran down it as fast as you could. Everytime your arm moved strangely, you winced. You had no plan. No idea where to go once you got to the end of the alley.

But you didn’t have to worry about that because you never made it out. Your legs were swept out from under you and your back hit the pavement. While you struggled to get breath back into your lungs, one of the Kree appeared and loomed above you. He didn’t smile but his eyes held victory. Then he grabbed your leg and pulled you back towards the crash.

“W-where’s your pal?” you said once you could speak. He didn’t respond but he did drop your leg when you reached the pod.

Taking the chance, you struggled to your feet. Run or fight? You had already tried to run and he had reached you before you got far. Fighting was going to hurt but it was the only option you had left. You needed a plan. The glint of the Kree’s weapon caught your eye. It was a terrible plan, but it was a plan. Fuck it.

Your knife came out of your boot right as the Kree turned to face you. With your injured arm, you swung your knife at his face. It barely scratched his face and he tried to raise his own weapon but he discovered that your other arm held it down. You tried to stab the hand holding the weapon, which looked more like an axe than you realized, but he grabbed your broken arm.

You suppressed a scream, but dropped your knife. He pushed you hard and you stumbled backwards a few steps. The Kree swung his axe at you and the pointed tip cut through your blouse and grazed your chest. You moved forward, dodging the next swing with your eyes on your knife. When you got close enough, he grabbed your wrist and began to squeeze. You could feel the bones start to groan under his grasp.

He went to sweep your legs with his own leg again but this time you jumped forward and used his own momentum against him. He fell on his back with you over him. You grabbed your knife off of the ground and he growled when you brought it down on his wrist. The weapon clattered to the pavement.

The Kree flipped around and wrapped his thick hands around your neck. He lifted you off the ground a few inches before slamming your head back onto the hard ground. Combined with the head injury from the car crash and the lack of oxygen, black spots began to cloud your vision.

You brought your knee up to his crotch and his grip lessened but only slightly. You moved the knife around in his wrist and reached for the axe with the other. Your fingers wrapped around the cold metal and before the Kree could realize you were armed, you plunged the weapon into his side. You pushed him over and pulled out the axe. Its blade was stained blue instead of red.

“Inhuman scum,” he spat.

Movement in the sky caught your attention and you saw more pods falling in the distance.

“How many of you are there?” you asked and pointed the axe at his face.

“You will lose.”

Something pulled your attention away from the Kree. Sirens and shouts came from the next street over. You were able to feel Loki through your pain. You were able to pick out Steve Roger’s commanding voice in the noise. The Avengers have arrived to save the day. You raised the axe over your head and cleanly separated the Kree’s body from his head. You felt the now familiar tugging grow stronger.

You escaped away from the heroes and Loki with the axe grasped firmly in your hand. It took some pain to fish the burner phone out of your back pocket and despite it almost falling apart in your hand, you were able to call Max.

“Hello?”

“Max, thank God—”

“Hey, girl. Liam, it’s (Y/N).”

“Hi (Y/N).” Liam’s voice came through the phone.

“Hi. We have a problem. A really big fucking problem. I bet it’s on the news, but the fucking Kree are here.”

“Kree? Like from the stories? Blue angels and shit?”

“Yes, I need you to come pick me up at the Battery. Now, please. A couple of ‘em caused me to crash my car—”

“Not the black Lambo?” he whined.

“Yeah, the black Lambo. Anyways, have Liam spread the word to really get underground. Also if they stick to groups, it’ll be easier to take down the Kree.”

“Wait, what do they want?” You heard the couple moving around and keys jingling.

“To bring the strongest Inhumans back to their planet and kill the rest.”

“Damn, okay, we’ll be there soon.” The line went dead.

You stood on the sidewalk, watching the pods fall. The gash in your forehead from the crash was healed and the pain in your arm was definitely less intense than before. You looked at the cut on your chest and realized that it was still bleeding lightly. It was a thin cut, just a graze but it hadn’t healed yet.

Goddamn it, the Kree’s weapons were made from fucking vibranium.

🌹

He had felt her, but she was nowhere to be found. Loki surveyed the scene before him. The first thing he noticed was the Kree pod that had created a small crater in the middle of the street. Then there was the car halfway through a brick wall. A decapitated Kree lay on the ground. Oh, and it seemed like every fucking thing was on fire. At least there were no crowds.

“It looks like more pods are coming,” Steve looked at the sky. “We should cut them off before they get too far.”

“These are Kree Reapers.” Loki examined the armor. “Stronger than regular Kree. They’re savages. Hunters.” Which makes the fact that she was able to kill one that much more impressive.

“Alright.” Thor nodded and glared at the corpse. “Let’s get these guys out of the sky.” He and the others that could fly took off towards the pods.

“She was here,” Loki said to Steve, not letting the others hear. “But she was gone by the time we arrived.”

“You could… sense her?” Steve responded.

“Yes. We used to have another connection, a telepathic connection. All soulmates have them, but for some reason ours broke a long time ago.”

“Hey boys,” Romanoff called. “Doesn’t this knife look familiar?” She removed a knife that had been lodged into the Kree’s wrist.

“It looks like the one we found in the Senator’s bodyguard which means that she was here,” Barnes concluded.

“Where’s his weapon?” Brunnhilde looked around. “It was probably used to decapitate him.”

“Are there any cameras on this street?” Steve asked and checked the buildings.

“Nope,” Romanoff shrugged. “But Bucky and I can probably figure out what happened. We’ve been to a lot of scenes like this.”

“I’m guessing the crash of the pod caused her to crash her car into the wall,” Barnes guessed and walked over to the wrecked car. “There’s some blood on the airbag but I can’t tell the extent of the injuries.”

“The most common car accident injuries are broken bones in the legs and arms as well as whiplash and other head injuries,” Romanoff supplied.

“She was able to defeat a Kree Reaper even with the injuries she had sustained,” Loki pointed out. “And based on the fact that she disappeared before we arrived, her legs are uninjured.”

“It looks like the pods have room for two of these large shitheads,” Brunnhilde reported. “There’s only one dead bastard, so where’s the other one?”

“Are you guys done there?” Stark’s voice crackled in everyone’s ears. “We need some back up. Now!”

“On our way.”

🌹

“You look like shit,” Max said when you collapsed in his backseat.

“Yeah, fuck you too,” you groaned. Your back was bruised from the multiple times you were slammed to the ground and your head was throbbing.

“Need help patching yourself up?” Liam handed you a first aid kit from the front.

“I’ve got it.” You needed to get all of this blood off of you. “Thanks, though. Maybe I should replace Max with you.”

“You wouldn’t,” your right hand man gasped. “What’s with the… spear? Axe?”

“Both, kinda. It belonged to the Kree before I cut off its head.”

“So they want to kill us all?”

“Only the weak ones. The ones they find useful I guess they’ll turn us into warriors back on their home planet.”

“I wonder what I’d be classified as,” Max hummed.

“Trust me, you don’t want to be close enough where they can scan you because you’ll be close enough for them to kill you. Easily.”

When you finally pulled into the lot under your penthouse it felt like you released a breath you were holding. Your head injuries were gone and your arm should be back to normal in fifteen minutes. Even though you were physically healed, you were exhausted.

You made it through a soothing shower before you pulled on your favorite silk pajamas and collapsed into bed.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.” It had been twenty days since your father had died and today he was going to be put to rest. “Are you sure?”

“You are my friend. I would do anything for you.” Agnes secured the jewels around your neck. “You are also my Queen. I have to do what you tell me.”

“Even if it means your death?”

Sunlight streamed through the curtains and you rubbed your eyes. Your phone told you that it was almost eleven thirty in the morning. You sat up in bed and stretched your arms over your head. Everything felt normal and you didn’t feel sore at all. You examined the thin cut on your chest. It had scabbed over and probably wouldn’t leave a scar.

The weight of last night’s events crashed down on you. The Kree were going to be a huge problem. You needed to keep your people safe. When Afterlife fell, your organization became the largest group of Inhumans. When you reached the kitchen it took you a moment to register the two men sitting at your counter.

“You’re still here.”

“Of course,” Max said and handed you a cup of coffee. “You were looking pretty rough last night.”

“We have a lot of work ahead of us.” You looked back and forth between Max and Liam to ensure they were willing to join you.

“You’ll need all the help you can get,” Liam confirmed.

“Yeah, we’ll need all the help we can get.”

“What are you hinting at, Max?” You raised an eyebrow.

“The Avengers!”

“No.”

“Come on. Just think about it.”

“So do you think we should gather everyone and fight or disperse and hide?” You ignored Max and looked at Liam.

“Maybe gather and hide like you said last night? We shouldn’t go looking for a fight. Especially with these guys.”

“(Y/N), the Avengers might be able to help.”

“You got the word out right? I want to hear from everyone periodically.”

“Yeah, the word’s out. I hope you don’t mind, but Izzy’s coming here to bunker down with us.”

“It’s fine I have plenty of space.”

Izzy arrived at two and settled into one of your guest rooms.

“So Max texted me and tried to make me make you go to the Avengers.”

“Of fucking course he did. You can just ignore him.”

The four of you ate Chinese takeout for dinner. The whole day, you had been contacting other Inhumans warning them of the Kree threat. According to the few contacts you had in Europe and Asia, only one pod landed in Russia. They had quickly taken care of that. None landed in Australia or Africa. You didn’t know how fast the Kree would move south, though.

“I think,” Max began. “That you and the Avengers can exchange information.”

“Max when will you drop this?”

“Never.”

“I think they can help too.”

“Izzy, not you.”

“Just hear me out.” She held up her hands. “I don’t know your history with them, but they did manage to eliminate a few of them last night. And a few of them know more about the Kree than we do.”

Max nodded and raised his eyebrows. You looked at Liam for backup but he just shrugged and then fed his boyfriend some orange chicken.

“It’s three against one,” Liam smirked.

“No.”

🌹

There was something in the room. The AI had called everyone to the living room for a meeting. Loki had thought it was a strange place to meet but at least the seating was more comfortable there. Something was close. He settled down on the chair that was distanced from the rest.

 Only two members of the team had gotten seriously injured during the fight with the Kree. Wilson had been knocked out of the sky which resulted in multiple broken bones. The Maximoff girl had been knocked unconscious after she had been hit by seemingly hundreds of lasers. She still hasn’t woken up.

Everyone was certainly still in rough condition, even twenty-four hours later. Morale wasn’t very high either. The majority of the Kree Reapers had escaped.

“Why the fuck are we meeting here?” Stark asked when he spread out on a couch.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Steve said. “I thought you called us here.”

“I thought you called us here.”

“You may be wondering why I summoned you all here.” Four figures emerged from the shadows.

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Drabble: Blindspot

Anon Request: I’m on a Utah kick so could u do something with Utah where the reader and him have a fight like maybe Like when Tyler finds out and she runs away and Utah chases after her ? God I love one very special FBI agent Utah 🥰

Pairing: Johnny x reader

Wordcount: 638

Warnings: brief mentions of mild violence

You were pretty sure you had never been this furious in your entire life. Three months of surveillance work, another six of undercover trying to build a solid case on the Czech gang smuggling automatic weapons into the country, and Utah ruined every fucking thing by jumping the gun and storming the warehouse before you gave it the go.

Part of you knew he did it because he was worried about your safety, but it still didn’t alleviate his major fuck-up and the last thing you wanted was to look at his stupid pretty face, but of course, you couldn’t even have that because as you stormed out of the interrogation room, after another round of hinting a wall of silence from your suspect, Johnny was just fucking there, waiting for you.

“Leave me alone, Utah,” you gritted through your teeth, making a beeline to the elevators. You needed a break from the case, from this building and everything.

Unsurprisingly, Utah didn’t listen, because he followed you into the elevator, waiting for the doors to slid closed before he slammed the emergency stop button and turned to face you.

“What’s the matter with you? We caught the guy!”

“Did we?” you snorted, trying to reach over him to hit the button again, but Johnny just held your wrist and you yanked it out of his grip. “We have nothing on him, Johnny! Nothing! Because so far, forensics have yet to come up with any evidence of they ever storing guns in that place and since you jumped the gun, I didn’t actually get him on tape trying to sell weapons to me, so unless that fucker decides to confess in the next 12 hours, I got nothing and he walks!”

You were shouting in his face by the end of your little tirade and this time, when you reached for the emergency button, Johnny let you and the elevator started moving again.

“He’ll confess,” he assured, but the uncertainty was clear in his voice. You just snorted, stalking out as soon as the doors slid open at the garage level. “He will.”

And why the hell was Johnny still chasing after you, you didn’t know, but all you wanted was to punch him, so you didn’t reply, just kept on walking towards your car, ignoring Johnny calling your name.

“He’ll…”

“He won’t!” You cut him off, finally stilling and turning around. “He won’t talk because he knows we have shit and that all he has to do is wait it out. You fucked up this case, Johnny and for what? Because you wanted to be the big fucking hero? To reclaim your reputation of big badass in the bureau, what?”

“To save you!” he shouted, his patience snapping.

“Newsflash, hotshot! I didn’t need saving! I had it under control.” Johnny’s hand snatched out, grabbing your jaw and you flinched when his thumb connected with the bruised, purpled skin.

“This tells me otherwise,” he pointed out, gentling his touch, his thumb rubbing almost soothingly against your cheek. “I could hear him hurting you and I couldn’t…”

“Why?” your words were soft, hesitant, and could barely breathe as you gazed into his deep brown eyes.

Johnny paused, looking away for a moment, before he grabbed your hand and tugged you along, deeper into the parking lot, tucked behind a column.

“Blindspot,” he explained, gesturing at the camera just out of view before his focus turned back to you and you realized that for both of you to stay out of sight, you had to stand in his personal space, breathe in his scent of salt and ocean and donuts.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“It doesn’t need answering,” Johnny declared, his hands framing your face before his lips landed on yours as gently as he could considering your bruised jaw.

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PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE [ PART FOUR ] Victor Zsasz x fem!Reader Warning: language, violence, blood and BOP spoilers Word Count: 1687 Tag: @itsknife2meetu @yourlocalghoul​ @im-just-one-of-the-avengers​ @fillechatoyante​ A/N: im sososoosossososos sorry this took so damn long I promise u guys my reasoning wasn’t too bad, i just got busy with school and then right after became really unmotivated w/ the blm movement. as a black woman, it has always affected me a lot and i really couldn’t stop stressing over it for weeks. of course im still stressed over the protests and stuff, but i did want to get back to writing. if it makes you guys feel any better, you guys are getting your guts rearranged in the next part.

“Holy shit!” You yell the minute the quarrel crashes into he window. It lands only inches away from your face, too short to reach it. And whoever shot the arrow knows that. They aren’t trying to kill you. They only want your attention.

 “Since when did Hyunwoo have shooters?” You ask. For the most part, you know Hyunwoo was a very independent person when it came to the shady business he dabbled in. He was never the type to have any guard dogs.

 Victor shakes his head, forcing his car door open at a frantic speed. “They’re not with him.” 

 You narrow your eyes, searching for anything in the distance. There’s a flash of purple within the trees next to Hyunwoo’s house and you look over to Zsasz. He’s standing in the open, a grim look on his face.

 “Zsasz, get back in the fucking car before you get shot in the forehead!” You bark your order. 

 “Don’t tell me what to do,” he replies and you sigh in annoyance, slamming your head back into your seat’s headrest. Dealing with him was like dealing with a four year old. You reach into your pocket for the Blood Pendant. If he won’t do what you say voluntarily, you’ll just have to force him. But, when you dig through the fabric, you realize it’s gone.

 You glance toward him and see the silver chain hanging out of the back pocket of his cargo pants. That sneaky asshole.  You didn’t even notice when he managed to snag it off you.

 “Victor Zsasz!” A feminine voice calls out. It echoes around you and you have no clue where to look. You slip out of the car, mentally readying yourself for any of the spells you can conjure. 

 Zsasz looks even angrier now, his face is painted red with fury. 

“Get back in the car!” You try to advise him. You have no clue why you’re so concerned with his safety.

 “No, I want to kill these bitches by myself.” He pulls his token knife from his pocket, the one you’ve seen referenced all over the news with his murders.

 As he toys with the sharp edge of the blade, you sigh. “No offense, but I don’t think your tiny ass knife stands a chance against a bitch with a crossbow.”

 Behind you two, there is a soft crunch of leaves as someone takes a step closer. Like partners in a waltz, you and Victor whirl around. His grip on the knife’s handle grows tighter and you can feel your power tingling at your fingertips.

 “Hi, Zsasz.” The two of you face a young black woman, her blonde hair styled in loose locs. You can’t help but notice how pretty she is, despite the cocky grin on her face indicating she wouldn’t hesitate knocking the both of you out cold. “Since when did you start working with the Night Hex?”

 “We’re not working together,” You shoot back. “Which is why I think it’s in our best interest that I leave, and let you two hash it out.” You begin to take a step back, ready to bolt out of sigh, when you feel a cold metal against your neck. It’s something sharp, and you hiss as it slightly stabs into your skin.

 “Yeah I don’t think so,” A feminine voice behind you says. You look over your shoulder and see her standing there with a crossbow in her hand. She nudges the crossbow closer to your face and you flinch back. “Consider yourself guilty by association.”

 Another woman approaches you and you roll your eyes. “God, there’s more of you?” 

 “Yes. And it looks like you guys are outnumbered.”   She mocks you, her inner-city accent evident.

 Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fucking fuck. These are those Birds of Prey chicks aren’t they? And you remember hearing somebody say they had something to do with Roman Sionis’s death. That’s why Victor looks so pissed. 

 This isn’t fair. You came to Gotham to relax, and stir away from any of those fuckers in spandex that swear they’re vigilanties. But of course the second you decide to make some hard-earned money, you suddenly have these little birds on your ass. 

 The one with the crossbow sidewalks to stand in front of the pair of you and turns slightly to aim the weapon at Zsasz. “You’re supposed to be dead,” she tells him flatly. The other two birds step back, seemingly to let her at him. Your mind flashes back to the ugly scar on Victor’s neck. It’s shaped perfectly for a crossbow. Whatever Victor had with these women, it seems to be about more than just his dead boyfriend. “You’re supposed to be dead, like the rest of those sons of bitches,” she insists. Her voice cracks as she says this, and her eyes grow wet.

 “And yet, I’m not.” Zsasz practically growls. The words came from deep within his chest. His rough hands twirl the knife between his fingers, anticipating what is to come.

 The air is thick with tension, and you are standing in the midst of it all. Times like this are when you especially become grateful for your witchcraft. 

 A beat passes before Zsasz lashes. He raises the knife, aiming for her face. It’s almost like time slows down for you as you notice the woman’s finger reach for the trigger. You rush to latch onto Victor’s empty hand and close your eyes, picturing your small apartment in as vivid detail as possible. You whisper in Hebrew a teleportation spell you learned in Israel that translates to “Bring me there.” 

 It hardly ever works. Time after time you’ve tried to disappear mid-fight with Wonder Woman, only for you to remain where you are and get her fist in your face. The fact that you’re trying to do it with two people is insane, and you would’ve called yourself an idiot for even considering it any other time. However, for some odd reason, you can’t fathom this encounter ending with a bow down Victor’s throat.

 You’re not sure if you managed it or not until you hear Victor mutter “What the fuck?” and you hear the hum from your studio’s A/C kicking on. You let out an audible sigh of relief and let go of Zsasz’s hand. Your moment of relaxation is cut short when he shoves his hard hands against your shoulders, causing you to stumble back. Out of instinct, you step forward and swing your fist at him, but he ducks back.

 “What the fuck did you do!?” He yells so loud that you’re sure the entire floor hears him. “I was going to fucking kill her! Are you stupid?” 

 It takes you a minute to process his words. You just saved his life and he has the nerve to be mad at you? “Are you stupid?” You echo, your voice even louder than his. “She was holding a fucking crossbow, dumbass! She would have killed you long before you could even lay a hand on her! You should be thanking me, you piece of shit!” 

 He brings his knife to your neck and you clench your teeth, expecting him to bark some new insults your way. Instead, he swallows down and digs his hand into your pocket to take out the keys. “I’m taking these to Hernando myself. Do whatever the fuck you want.” And with that, he turns to the door to leave.

 But you’re not going to let this argument go down so easily. With his back now turned to you, you push him, and he stumbles a bit. “And when you’re done with that, leave me the fuck alone! Stay as far away from me as possible, and deal with the bounty the Birds of Prey have on you by yourself!”

 He stares at you from over his shoulder as you wait for an answer. Adrenaline rushes through your veins as you hype yourself up for a fight with him, but Zsasz already looks like he’s calmed down. “Go drink some water, you look like you’re gonna pop a vein.” And then he turns and leaves. 

 Your face twists as your door slams shuts, the million words you wanted to throw at him still tingling at your tongue.

~~~

 Hot water hits your back and you yawn. It took you an hour to finally calm down, but when you did you ordered some pizza and watched TV for the rest of the day. You aren’t too sure how long Hernando wants you to work on this expedition with him, but when it’s all over you’ve decided you're ditching Gotham. 

 The first few months here have been peaceful, sure, but too many dangerous people know that you’re here. Your little vacation spot has been ruined. So, you’ll probably head somewhere else, like Orlando or Los Angeles. Maybe you’d move to a small town without any crime-fighting heroes, and live out your Hallmark-movie romantic fantasy after all.  

 Whichever it’ll be, you’re sure it’s not anywhere near this city. Or Boston, either. 

 You scrub your body with a soapy loofah to make sure all the dirt is off your body. After a few more minutes you finally turn the water off and pull a towel over your body. Something about Victor Zsasz drains the energy out of you. After all your encounters with him, you remember always feeling beyond tired by the end of it. 

 Whatever it is, it’ll be gone once you leave Gotham.

 You lotion yourself and apply your facial creams, pulling on your panties and an oversized shirt you sleep in in the process, all before slipping into your bedroom. 

 Your room is oddly quiet, the hum of the TV you normally keep on muted and your fan turned off. You flip on the light switch and freeze at the sight before you.

 Victor Zsasz waits for you at the end of your bed. The sheets are stained with blood and you can practically smell the reek of death coming from him. He looks at you with those fake innocent eyes as he says a soft, “Hey.”

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