#robbery mention tw

[devilsmenu]

Here I'm doing a starter/plotting call for my muses for the mini event, currently capping at 5 per muse, also if you want a specific plotting hit me on Discord and we can discuss some plots!

Muses that probably won't be attending: Ally Liddell, Astoria Greengrass, Abby Sciuto, Alison Blaire, Buttercup Utonium, Francis Barton, Harriet Hook, Heiya Akane, Irene Adler, Jamie, Kono Kalakaua, Li Lonnie, Lorna Dane, Noah Foster, Peni Parker, Jeon Pildo, Romeo Montague, Sally, Satana Hellstrom, Kim Sun and Tony Wyzek.

Chad Charming | Aware | Date with Blossom Utonium (1/5) Blossom

Chad decided to be there with Blossom and have fun with her. Open to small chat and drinking buddies.

Outfit for the gala.

Chris Hartley | Aware | Blind date with Annie James (2/5) - Emily Davis, Jess, Annie

He would be the type to walk the museums just to see the dinos and the technology exhibition. Would love to dance, chat with friends or new friends and having fun in general.

Outfit for the gala.

Choi Junwoong | Aware | Blind date with Clara Oswald (2/5) - Clara Oswald, Sakura

He'll probably be strolling around the museum, taking some walk and drink and eating.

Outfit for the gala.

Daken | Aware | Blind date with Minako Aiko (4/5) - Logan, King, Adrien, Dawn

He'll be at the bar, not wanting to be too much social and maybe walking around the museum.

Outfit for the gala.

Felicia Hardy | Aware | Blind date with Jem Carstairs (4/5) - Peter Parker, Tadashi, Alani, Kagome

Probably would be drinking, eating and taking a look at the jewelry exhibition to see what fits her oops.

Outfit for the gala.

Jihyo Kim | Aware | Blind date with Scarlett Thomas (3/5) - Cho Chang, Robin Buckley, Wei Wuxian

Jihyo loves a good party so she'll be doing everything at once lol. Just having fun in general.

Outfit for the gala.

Lee Hongjo | Unaware | Blind date with Andrew Deluca (1/5) Ellie

Hongjo will definitely have fun, walking around the museum, dancing, drinking, eating, trying to make new friends.

Outfit for the gala.

Rafael Lightwood-Bane | Aware | Blind date with Adeline Witherdale (2/5) - Max Lightwood Bane, Victoria

Rafe is there to get some booze, free food and maybe dancing. He'll also take a look at the exhibitions.

Outfit for the gala.

Romeo Montague | Aware | Date with Juliet Capulet (1/5) Jester

Romeo would probably wander around Smithsonian because he loves everything related to history, he's a big fan of museums and want to have a nice ball with the love of his life. Open to a conversation, bar talk and dancing.

Outfit for the gala.

Sally Ragdoll | Aware | Date with Jack Skeleton (2/5) Parker, Jane

Sally would probably be tired, especially because she had a lotof work doing the dresses for the ball but she can't say no to Jack. She'll be on her own, probably just drinking, eating and resting outside or wandering around.

Outfit for the gala.

Urumi Akamaki | Aware | Blind date with Princess Aurora (1/5) Xiao Chiye

Urumi don't mind the exhibitions though so she would probably be filming some content at the event and also enjoying some booze and making small talk.

Outfit for the gala.

#hwminievent6 #hw: starter call #hw: plot call #alcohol mention tw #food mention tw #robbery mention tw

[papermccn]

closed starter for cass! @wvsteria

you, be cool. the statement kate usually said with a weapon aimed at the bank teller- never before did she think- that little preacher girl would ever have the guts- but after all she's seen- learning about how fucked the world really was- what did she have to lose? but usually the audience was a bunch of people - she didn't really care to know- the adrenaline usually enough of a rush to distract her from them- once they got the money- they were out.. but someone she spotted at her the last heist- stuck with her.. now here she was at a wine bar- not really her scene- but she oddly enough found herself wanting to get to know this person- she didn't appear scared- even when kate's own heart was racing- and blood pumping loudly in her ear.. it was intriguing- maybe she was stupid for engaging this, "it seems this is more your expertise- i dunno if I really call myself a wine drinker, would you have any suggestions?" she asked with a brow arched.

#robbery mention tw #crime tw #cursing tw #blood mention tw #( kate;replies) #( kate & cass) #sorry i rambled)

[fenrirswood-hq]

meet NOLAN KEENE.

Hey, isn’t that NOLAN KEENE. I thought they went away for the summer? Did you hear they might be a WEREWOLF, and have a connection to SLOUGH PACK? What I do know for certain is that they’re 37, and they’re DETERMINED and ABRASIVE. They’re originally from FENRIRSWOOD, and have been back to FENRIRSWOOD for FIVE YEARS living in FORK’S ROAD. I wonder if they still work at WIN GARAGE as a MECHANIC. Best if they stay safe for now.

Born and raised in Fenrirs Wood, Nolan was always a vicious kid. Hands full of blood and soil, and knees grazed in the dirt. An uncontrollable temper, the boy never quite knew how to keep just words to himself. Nolan’s father would teach him to hunt when he could hold a gun. While he would prefer fists and antagonised violence over a trophy at the end of the day, he’d still enjoy his time in the forests that backed onto their house. He’d start spending more and more of his free time out there, staring up to birds scattering in the trees, it became easy to pretend he’s in a grave when no one else was around.

It was the same year his father dies that Nolan got bitten, running around in the woods with his gun brandished as if he was chasing something. Really it was just fun to point and chase. Maybe the rumours made him wonder if there was something human beneath all of it. He knew he was never going to shoot, he was only ever good at antagonising. 

His father died due to a ‘hunting accident’, at least that’s what the authorities ended up labelling it as. But gossip would still stain the family name. Nolan Keene’s name.

Restless teen, got in with the wrong crowd. Maybe he was the wrong crowd. Hard to tell which way around that was. Young, dumb, reckless, the ripe age of twenty-one when Nolan was already a trouble to the pack. Fenrir pack might have turned him, they might have been the ones that took him in, but he was nothing more than sharp teeth and a hot head. They’d end up kicking him out after years of trouble, nothing engrained his resentment more than that betrayal of abandoning him. That was when he’d join Slough. When he found out his mother was being evicted from her home. He helps the only way he knows how- by putting himself on the line.

He travels a couple states, robs a few banks. The third one too many things went wrong in the lead up and well, he got caught. His mother moved from Fenrirs Wood anyway.

Nolan serves nine years in prison, the council of Fenrirs Wood is concerned what a werewolf being locked up might do to their secret. For the sake of the town, they do what they can to keep Nolan’s shifts at bay while he’s away. They put a curse on him the day he goes in, unable to shift into his werewolf form but it’s still there inside him. Every part of him only grew to ache and more restlessness. He has been back in Fenrirs Wood for the last five years. Got a job at the mechanics, and is only more restless than the day he left. 

Played by Chester. Portrayed by Ricky Whittle.

#robbery mention tw #prison mention tw #gun mention tw #hunting mention tw #death mention tw #all.char #sp.werewolf #st.local #nbh.forksroad #aff.sloughpack #lsrp #original rp #mystery rp

[milliumizoomi]

𝗜 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗 𝗛𝗘𝗟𝗣!

➣ SUMMARY. ; Asking TR boys to help you when you’re in danger

➣ FEATURED. ; Draken & Mitsuya

➣ FORMAT. ; Smau // Headcanon

➣ GENRE. ; Angst ⇶ Fluff

➣ WARNINGS. ; Slight Cursing, mentions of robbery, mention of gun, mention of fire,

➣ NOTES. ; IM BACKKKK !! Officially off the hiatus 🕺🏽. i just thought about this and decided to see where it goes,,, hope you enjoy !!

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

━━ 𝐃.𝐑.𝐀.𝐊.𝐄.𝐍

𖦹 after you texted draken you made sure to keep texting him little phrases and emojis so he knew you were ok and also did what he told you and sat there as silent as you could

𖦹 you could hear the heavy footsteps of the intruder in the hallways which is what freaked you out more

𖦹 you kept shuffling backwards trying not to make a sound

𖦹 you knew Ken would come so you did your best to not make a sound

𖦹 it was about 6 minutes later you heard the police sirens

𖦹 ‘Well that was fast..”

𖦹 you could tell they were already in your house because of the multiple footsteps

𖦹 soon enough, you heard your room door open then a police officer calling out to you

𖦹 you crawled out from your closet and when the officer saw you he guided you outside as he kept asking if you were doing fine

𖦹 when you got outside, you felt yourself getting picked up

𖦹 You looked up to see Draken

𖦹 “Tell your parents you’re staying with me.. I’m not leaving you alone like this” he said

𖦹 You could see tears threatening to spill from his eyes

𖦹 “Mkay I will.. love you and thank you”

𖦹 “You’re welcome baby and I love you too, won’t let anything hurt you ever.”

━━ 𝐌.𝐈.𝐓.𝐒.𝐔.𝐘.𝐀

𖦹 you told him that you understood and shut your phone off after that

𖦹 once you did not even a minute after that you’re phone dinged again

𖦹 you had already suspected who it was and when you looked out the window you’re eyes grew wide

𖦹 not only was it mitsuya and the boys of Toman outside,, but it was a bunch of other boys who look to be in different gangs too

𖦹 “BABE!” You heard mitsuya yell. You looked at him to let him know you heard him

𖦹 “JUMP! COME ON!” he yelled again.

𖦹 you weren’t sure how he got here so fast or where they got the gigantic sheets they were holding for you all to jump in but there wasn’t time to think about that now

𖦹 without a second thought or listening to the screams of the people behind you, you threw your bag out the window then climb through and jumped

𖦹 you landed on the sheet and felt yourself bounce up on the impact

𖦹 “ARE YOU OKAY?!” “HOW DO YOU FEEL Y/N?!” “Are you in pain?!”

𖦹 these questions came flying at you and you just smiled and nodded

𖦹 Mitsuya dropped his part of the sheet and grabbed you and hugged you tightly

𖦹 you hugged him back just as tightly and you could feel a wetness on your back

𖦹 “babe please don’t cry I’m ok I’m fine ok I’m right here..”

𖦹 he stayed quiet

𖦹 “I’m fine I promise let’s help the other people get out ok”

“ok..”

𖦹 yeah.. you were ok now.. and that’s all that mattered to him

©2021 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED — MILLIUMIZOOMI. Do not modify, repost, plagiarize, translate or claim any work posted on this blog without my permission.

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[dmercix]

[aslihan malbora — twenty-nine — she/her ]  Introducing  EZEL DEMERCI . Word on the street is they are a FALCON  and member of THE SYNDICATE  for the past SIX YEARS. Though they are  TEMPERMENTAL  and  IMPULSIVE , they can also be  CONSIDERATE  and  BUBBLY . In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in. 

— BASICS

Name: Ezel Demerci Age / D.O.B.: 29 / October 24th Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cisfemale, she/her & bisexual, biromantic Hometown: Los Angeles, California Affiliation: Syndicate Job position: A professional thief/falcon Education: Bachelor’s degree in Fashion design/mixology Relationship status: Single Children: none Positive traits:  determined, confident, passionate, adventurous, loyal Negative traits: temperamental, impulsive, self-centered, impolite, perfectionist

— BIOGRAPHY

bio  - tw mentions of robbery, gambling, fighting.

Ezel was born as an only child to Asli Demerci her father wasn’t in the picture and she couldn’t remember anything about him. Her mother didn’t bother to mention any detail of who he was or if he cared to get to know his family. Her mother settled to live in Los Angeles, California. As a child, she was one to take initiative, she liked to be adventurous. Which often led her to do some daredevil things. She was one to be confident in everything she did. She was in control of herself, and no one else. Throughout her childhood, her mother really was the only example she had as a parental figure. The relationship was not the typical mother-daughter love that one would expect. It was more of a business, nothing personal. Ezel was taught and raised to be whatever her mother sought her to be. In this case, a treasure, a flower, or a prize to be placed on the highest pedestal. Her mother made sure that Ezel excelled in all subjects in high school, she made sure her name was known. Asli taught Ezel that you can get anything you want if you set your mind on it. Everything in life was handed, it was about taking without giving in return.

One could say her mother was a bit of a con artist or rather used her charm as a scammer and made her way up to the finer things in life. Thus providing Ezel with a way of living. This didn’t leave room for things such as love, comfort, and safety–all things a daughter had in connection with a mother, but unfortunately, it only made the hole in her heart black. The beautiful girl grew up to be distant, unempathetic, and unapologetic. Turning to the people surrounding her as she aged, to be examples of what one shouldn’t be. Had her play pretend and blend into society, after all, that is what her mother wanted.

In a way, this made her dangerous because she has a temper that one wouldn’t want to see on a bad day. At the age of twenty, Ezel had come to learn that life is what one made of it. She wasn’t really taught how to defend herself or fight, plus she didn’t grow up with any protection at all. She protected herself. So she would hang with the wrong crowd, often entering an underground club that dealt with gambling, money, and fighting. a gal had to make a profit right? here she was taught defense with extra flair. Her nights spent do activities as such, she then picked up a habit of pick pocketing.

 It wasn’t until a dark stormy night, that she had come home to ruins of her family home, broken glass. The sounds of someone breaking in. luckily, she caught them. now she could have easily turned them in, but she interrogated them.

Whether it was the right place or time, she somehow formed a friendship with the person who would have robbed her mother. That was how she was introduced into the world of thievery. Plus with her background in knowing how to charm others by fooling them, she could easily take things. She managed to form a friendship of sorts, knowing the right people which led her to New York. Under the disguise of a bartender of course, she gathers information that may be used in her favor.

— WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS

Frenemies - you get on each other nerves, may want to fight or do the complete opposite. Bartenders - Fellow people that she works with. Information - people she gathers intel from, and exchanges information with. Annoyance - someone she finds annoying and can't stand. crush - someone who may crush on her.

PERSONALITY

She has grown up all her life learning how to blend into society, and she never really showed her true self. It was always about the finer things, people always discussed names and titles, and she pretended for most of it all. She has a hard exterior and rarely shows a kind caring personality. However, she does like adding a bit of a flare in what she does because she’s dramatic. However, she won’t tolerate any disrespect, to herself or fellow bartenders. She is known for making things fun, parties, decorations, and events. She’ll be the first to go all out.

#wb.intro #intro #bio #ezel demerci #tw mentions of gambling #tw mentions of fighting #tw mentions of robbery

[csaventing]

My mom mentions that my dad got robbed recently. She says, that’s not uncommon for Oakland. I haven’t talked to him in four years. And it just messed me up I guess, knowing he is out there having a life. Like, I guess the fear is if he has the power to move and get a new job, he has the power to find me.

In the summers when I was a kid, we’d go pick blackberries and process them into jam. He taught me how to shoot, how to skin a rabbit. You kill it, you eat it, rattle snake battered and fried.

It just weighs on me so hard that my dad fucked me. My brother hates the man. Genuinely wishes death on him and tells him that. But I hate to imagine my dad in pain. I hate to imagine him lonely or tired or old, even.

I love my dad cause he took me fishing. I can’t look straight at the assault, I end up pretending it didn’t happen. Or it did happen, but it was my fault. Or he was possessed or something. The truth wiggles away from me. He took me fishing. I love my dad, but I know he’s not safe to be around. I love my dad in the same way someone would love arsenic, or radiation.

Being near my father is a slow death. I love my dad.

Thank you so much for this place to vent. This blog is such a comfort.

Thank you also.

#survivor #tw csa implied #tw csa #csa vent #trauma vent #actually traumatized #tw csa mention #tw csa vent #trauma #tw animal suffering #tw animal harm #tw animal death #tw animal abuse #tw animal cruelty #tw robbery

[fleetstreetpies]

What if I just screamed about the horrors of capitalism right here right now?

I work retail now right? And I’m constantly trying to pitch the store credit card and rewards and everything else all day till my voice gets hoarse. My coworkers are great honestly and that’s not my issue.

My issue is that I (and the sweet old ladies who do the same job as me pretty much) have to actively intercept would-be shoplifters sometimes and I really do feel like that’s dangerous. Like yeah there are eight of us, but this is the southeastern United States and what if the shoplifter actually has a gun or something? Like we have active threat preparedness and the like but damn not for that kind of turn of events.

I started really thinking about this after helping deter a thief yesterday and now I’m really actually paranoid about work. I want to come home and pet the neighborhood cats.

Being in America is scary for different reasons than it would be scary to be somewhere else but as a visibly queer and (less visibly but still obviously) disabled younger person working retail in a country with almost no gun restrictions, im really terrified for myself and the sweet little old ladies I work with. These are grandmothers and great grandmothers. They have big families in which they have a lot of impact.

Maybe I’m overreacting but I think it’s justifiable. The mundane horror of working retail in America is never knowing if you’ll make it home. It’s not just the low pay and high prices; it’s the dread that every single breath you’re taking is the last.

#no but seriously #ramblings of jareth #tw gun #tw robbery #tw gun mention #tw anxiety #retail jobs suck #i hate capitalism #i hate it i hate it i hate it #working in retail #working in America #working retail in America

[ask-the-celestial-family]

Moon… what bad things can you think of that happen specifically to pretty people in dark alleyways?

...Drug deals, kidnapping, robbery, drugging. That's all I can think of. -Moon💙

Oh, Star, I'm so sorry. -Sun💛

#kill lunar au #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #moon answers #sun answers #tw drugs mention #tw kidnapping mention #tw robbery mention #tw drugging mention

[its-shakespeare-baby]

Howdy friend 🤠! *Beats you to death with a stick*

#i've been watching cheek by jowl's production of the winter's tale #and this post is about autolocus #because that man is malicious #he's not like other clowns #cheek by jowl #tw death mention #tw beating mention #autolycus #i did not spell his name wrong the first time no sire #the winters tale #shakespeare #William Shakespeare #shakespeare plays #theatre #Theater #the classics #the fool #little clown man commits violent robberies

[redhoodedjaybird]

Danny Todd

Name: Daniel Willis Todd Nickname/Alias: Danny Occupation: Career Criminal Gender: Cis Male - He/Him Orientation: Undeclared Relationship Status: Single Age: 31 Birthday: 13th July Default Location: Gotham City RP Status: Open - Selective Mother: Catherine Todd (Step Mother) - Deceased Biological Father: Willis Todd - Deceased Biological Mother: Jenae Napier - Deceased Biological Siblings: Jason Todd - Younger half-brother - Believed Deceased Other Relatives: Jeannie Napier - Maternal Grandmother - Deceased

Personality: Superficially charming and friendly, though generally extremely guarded, keeps his wits about him at all times and is often looking for an angle to work to his advantage Talents/Special skills: Highly skilled thief, con artist and fighter Tattoos/Piercings/Scars/Distinguishing marks: Several stick/poke tattoos he got while in prison

Backstory:

Danny’s early life was turbulent at best. His biological mother committed suicide, leaving him in the custody of his father at just five years old.

Unfortunately for Danny, that wasn’t the end to the tragedy, since his dad was a petty crook, a mean drunk, and known to be physically and emotionally abusive, of which Danny took the brunt of for several years before a brief lull in the storm when his father, Willis, met and began a relationship with a medical student named Sheila.

That didn’t last, despite Sheila giving Willis another child; Jason.

Soon after Sheila abandoned Jason into Willis’s care, Willis started drinking again, and with that came a return to form, Danny taking it upon himself to shield his baby brother from as much of the pain as he was able to, although he wasn’t always successful.

Then came Catherine. She was nice; a sweet, warm-natured woman with a big heart who showered the boys with love and all of the affection they could wish for. It didn’t matter that they weren’t biologically hers. Even when his dad was on the warpath and making it everyone else’s fault, Catherine tried. Oh did she try...

It broke Danny’s heart to watch his father drain the life out of her. Worse still when Catherine turned to drugs to medicate the pain away when the bruises couldn’t be hidden.

He came home from school one day to find his mom passed out in bed, a needle still in her arm, and his father standing over Jason, belt in hand as Jason screamed so terribly with each lash.

Danny couldn’t stand it. He snapped, first laying into his old man to stop him from hurting Jay any further, then grabbing his little brother and running, taking him far enough away from the house to be able to safely reach a payphone and call the cops, hoping that Willis would assume it was one of the neighbours that called it in.

After Willis was arrested and jailed on domestic battery and assault charges, Danny took over as the breadwinner in the Todd household, taking care of his mom and brother to the best of his ability, despite being just a kid himself, and he was forced to drop out of school and take up a life of crime himself just to see that Jay had food to eat on a semi-regular basis.

Of course, with Catherine’s addiction and Danny being too young to work a job that paid enough to support his family, they soon lost the roof over their head and ended up on the streets.

Within weeks, Catherine lost her battle with her demons, leaving Danny and Jason to fend for themselves.

Danny did his best to teach Jay everything he could so that his little brother could survive the hardships they faced on the streets, including showing him how to boost tires from cars, and how to defend himself. He never imagined that the time would soon come that, due to his own actions, his little brother would soon be completely alone.

After getting in with a gang in hopes of being able to better provide for Jason, Danny’s initiation was to act as lookout while the rest of the gang committed a robbery.

When the cops showed up, Danny attempted to flee via a fire escape. Unfortunately for him, it was in poor condition and gave way beneath him, sending Danny plummeting several floors to the ground, critically injuring him.

Danny awoke in hospital, handcuffed to a gurney and under armed guard, with no idea where Jason was or what had happened to him.

Shortly after, Danny found himself behind bars for his part in the robbery, serving a ten year stretch, and by the time he was released and able to pick up looking for his brother, his search led him to a grave bearing Jason’s name.

He was too late.

#test muse #danny:canon #jay:canon #suicide mention tw #child abuse tw #drug abuse tw #domestic violence tw #alcoholism tw #child abandonment tw #death tw #robbery tw

[devilsmenu]

@youllalwaysbemyporcelain - Kono & Soo Oh

"Excuse me, are you the one that report about a robbery?" Kono asked walking towards the other. "I came here to check it out".

#youllalwaysbemyporcelain #feat soo oh #ch: kono #robbery mention tw

[lildevyl]

Tommy Innit's Secret Clinic

Chapter 1:  Head Wound

Summary:   Tommy winds up meeting up with one of the most terrifying Super Villains of all time.  One of the Leaders of the Syndicate, “The Blood God” Erinyes with a major head injury outside of his work.  Now, Tommy has to make a decision, does he help the Super Villain and risk getting put in jail or does he high tail it out of there?

Read it on AO3 HERE

TW: Head Wound, Alternate Universe-Superhero/Super Powers, Healing Powers, Villain Techno, Mention of Violence, Implied Robbery gone Wrong, Mentions of Blood, Vomiting

Being born and raised in the East Side District of L’Manburg, you’ve seen, heard and experienced quite a lot.  From seeing giant flea infested rats that defy the very laws of Nature herself, to the multiple Hero-Villain Alerts that popup almost daily.  L’Manburg over the decades since it was founded has grown in size expanding beyond even the Founders Dreams.  And with it came the classic divide among the Working Class.

The Hero District as everyone now calls it, was where the infamous Hero Committee known as the Order and the Hero Tower reside.  Along with nearly every Hero as well as the Major Businesses and Hollywood Stars quality salaries living there and thriving there.  It’s also where most of the Heroes patrol (go figure).  Then there’s the West End District, where all the “Rich and Famous” people live.  High end designers, singers, business owners, business corporations, celebrities, you get the idea.  This is also the main place besides the Hero District that the Heroes patrol.  Then there’s the South Bay District, where you’re not the filthy rich but you’re still making a good living.  The Heroes do patrol this District once and while but not as often when compared to the other two Districts.

Then you have where our Protagonist of our story, Tommy Innit and his “family,” live, the East Side District.  Where the “Poor People” live and scrape by just to make enough for ends meet and pay their bills.  This is also the Highest Crime Rate in all of the Districts.  Why may you ask?  Well, dear readers it is simply because no Hero ever comes to patrol the East Side District.  Hell if you were even a Villain, just grab a cheap apartment here in the East Side to stay every now and then to keep a low profile and you’re guaranteed to never have someone call the hotline.  Spotting a Villain was one thing but unless they’re actively doing something?  Then no one would bother to call.  That’s the truce.

And it’s this truce that one particular teenager will be making a major decision on.

(Muffins and More Café)

Tommy began his usual routine of closing the Café, with his headphones in his ears, the Spotify App opened on his playlist that consisted mostly of Lovejoy and Able Sisters.  Tommy whipping down the tables, sweeping and mopping the floors, jamming out to the tunes, completely lost in own world.  Today hadn’t been that bad of a day, the customers weren’t that bad, Tommy only had to deal with one Karen this afternoon.  And to top off this amazing day, Tommy met the Baron!  One of L’Manburg’s most famous Vigilantes of all time!  And the one that helped inspired many others to follow in their footsteps after the Demon retired many years ago.  If it weren’t for the Vigilantes then the streets of East Side wouldn’t be safe enough for the parents to even let their children outside to play, let alone be able to walk home safely, without the fear of getting jumped or mugged.

Okay, so Tommy has a slight grudge against the Heroes, but can you blame him?  No Hero even patrols here in East Side. Well, okay Tommy will take that back, he has seen TimeKeeper and he has met Arachnid a couple of times but no other Hero would patrol here.  Hence the reason why the Crime Rate skyrocketed!  Which is why East Side is better known for having Vigilantes then Heroes to patrol at night.  They do what the Heroes are supposed to do, stop crime! Even the pettiest and smallest of crimes.

Beep!  Beep!  Beep!

Of course Tommy’s phone decides it’s about to die just when he’s about to end his shift.  Going to the back Tommy plugged in his phone to the Free Phone Charger, Bad gave all of his employees usage too.  Missing the Alter that popped up ten seconds after being plugged in.  Tommy grabbed the trash bags and headed out to the back alley to put them in the dumpster.  And that was when Tommy noticed that it started to rain, great, a crummy ending to a good day.

Shaking his head, Tommy grabbed the “One Size Fits All” Raincoat and hauled the trash bags out.  Dumping them into the dumpster and making sure the lid was closed so no animals got in.  They do not need a repeat of the “Pest Control Incident.”  Tommy started to head back inside when he stopped at the door.  Did he just hear something?

“Hello?  Anyone there?  Look if you need me to call someone I can bring the phone out!”  Nothing.  Must have been a racoon or something.  Shrugging his shoulders, Tommy headed back inside to finish getting ready to head home.

Grabbing his hoodie, his backpack, mini umbrella, keys and checking to make sure all the lights are off and all the doors are locked.  Tommy headed towards the back of the Café towards the back alley to start his journey on his way home.  Tommy got outside and was about to lock up for the day, when he noticed he forgot his phone.  Groaning, Tommy shoved the door open and went back inside, and grabbed his phone.  That’s when he noticed the Alert.

Erinyes spotted coming out of the Record House.  Be on the lookout.  If you spot Erinyes, call the HOTLINE.

Tommy had to do a double take on that, the Record House?  The Record House used to be where Town Hall was before they moved the location to the Hero District.  Then they converted the old building into the Record House.  The Record House was where all of the records of L'Manburg was stored and kept.  From public records you can easily do a quick Google Search on to the most Confidential Records that you need the Top Security Clearance for.  And with those kinds of records you must know what it was that you’re looking for, because they tend to have decoys just in case.

But what made it worse was the fact that it wasn’t just any member of the Syndicate, it was one of the three co-leaders of the Syndicate!  The Syndicate was one of the top Crime Boss Supervillain Organizations well known in all of L’Manburg.  Tommy has his suspicions; it’s actually well known in all of Egopocalypse if he’s going to be honest with himself.  Tommy shudders at that thought.  As if Orcus, Erinyes and Siren weren’t bad enough, having to deal with DiePie, Darkiplier, AntiSepticeye, and BlankGamePlays would be a nightmare in itself.  Looking back at the Alert, Tommy noticed that the Warden and Arachnid were on scene along with several police cars.

Tommy wasn’t sure that would be enough though.  Many people have dubbed Erinyes as the Blood God, a Piglin Hybrid that seemed to be Invincible and there have been several theories, speculations and even a few reports stating that the Erinyes has what they call, “Blood Magic.”

Then Tommy remembered something, the Record House was only a half an hour to forty five minutes away from Bad’s Café.  Half that if you use the back alleys.  No, stop that!  There’s no way a bunch of Villains, especially one of the Leaders of the Syndicate would be caught dead here in East Side!  Stop scaring yourself over nothing!  Just grab your phone, Tommy and lock up and head home.  Maybe you can bribe Ranboo into giving you some leftovers so you don’t have to do anything when you get home.  He and Tubbo would be staying up and Tubbo would have no problem in informing you of the fight.

Tommy took a deep breath to help calm himself down, grabbing his phone, it was at fifty percent good enough until he got home.  Tommy went out the back and was about to lock up when he noticed someone passed out in the back alley.  Tommy took out his phone and activated the flashlight part of the phone.

He cautiously walked to the person laying face down, and froze when Tommy spotted who it was.  There lying face down was none other than Erinyes.  Rose pink hair tied back in a braid, trademark red cape, Boar Skull mask and Golden Crown laying askew probably from passing out.  Black dress pants and what Tommy could only assume would be his trademark white puffy pirate like shirt.  Tommy cautiously stepped towards Erinyes like he was stepping towards an injured wild animal.  He grabbed Erinyes arm and with a lot of difficulty in trying to make sure the Boar Skull didn’t fall off, leaned the Erinyes against the wall.

Now, up close Tommy can see what had happened.  Head wound, the blood coming down it looks bad.  From what Tommy can see it looks like it was a gunshot wound.  Erinyes were Invincible but not when it came to fatal wounds.  The Erinyes being a Piglin Hybrid can easily regenerate and heal themselves but with fatal wounds?  There was no way that they would be able to heal themselves.  And here Tommy was, standing in front of unconscious Erinyes with a fatal head wound if not treated.

Tommy took a few steps back and started to head back to the Café.  Call the cops Tommy!  Call the cops and then leave!  That’s all you have to do.  You can turn right around now and go the long way home taking the main street route and no one would ever know!  Or the hotline!  Yeah that’s what he will do, Tommy will call the Hotline, make an anonymous report and come back tomorrow to hear the full gossip from his boss!

When Tommy reached the back of the Café, phone in hand, unlocked, he stopped in his tracks.  There on his phone as his background screen was him, Tubbo, Ranboo, Ms. Pinkett and her son Michael.  Ms. Pinkett and her son Michael were like Erinyes, both of them Piglin Hybrids.  Even in a world with eighty percent of the population either being a Hybrid or being born with powers.  Many people still fear and discriminate against certain Hybrids.  The Nether and the End Hybrids more specifically.

Now, Tommy would be the first to admit that he wasn’t what you called a good person.  He lied, cheated, stole, scammed, pickpocketed and has been lock picking since he was five.  Tommy, with this phone still in hand, turned back to look at Erinyes.  Erinyes was a Piglin Hybrid just like Michael, a kid that he sometimes watches, for Ms. Pinkett.  Tommy doesn’t know Erinyes, he’s a Villain to Tommy, but he’s also a person.  A person that Tommy doesn’t know the backstory to or the reason why Erinyes joined the Syndicate, but he’s still a person.

Sighing to himself, Tommy started back towards the Erinyes.  Tommy crouched down and with a lot of effort and difficulty, Erinyes was a super tall guy and probably has like a hundred or so pounds on Tommy.  Tommy lifted Erinyes, put an arm over his shoulder and carried - dragged Erinyes to the back of the Café.  Tommy with his foot and the one hand not supporting Erinyes, kicked the backdoor open.  Tommy brought Erinyes in and nearly dropped the guy, putting him on the floor.  Quickly looking around Tommy spotted the camera on the one shelf and he moved everything he could in front of it to block the camera.  Then he went over near the sink where Bad kept the first aid kit.

Bringing it over to the unconscious Erinyes, Tommy opened up the first aid kit.  He immediately found a disposable mask, perfect!  Tommy took the mask put on the Erinyes doing his absolute best to cover the bottom part of the man’s face without seeing who he is.  Then Tommy took the Golden Crown and the Boar Skull Mask off.  He quickly brushed the hair outta the way and took a look at the head wound.  Tommy grabbed some rubbing alcohol, tweezers and cotton balls and began to dab at the wound cleaning it.  Then he grabbed some of the gauze and cleaned the rest of the blood.  Tommy then took out the mini vial of the Health Pot that Bad and Skeppy always kept for emergencies.  Just in case.

Tommy then put his hands to the head and closed his eyes and concentrated on healing the wound.  For the longest time, Tommy never knew that he had powers.  He actually thought he was one of the twenty percent of the population that was born “Human,” a person that was not a Hybrid or had any powers.  It wasn’t until he was about twelve or thirteen when he met Ranboo at one of the Foster Homes they were put in.  Ranboo was just starting to learn how to cook when there was a bad accident with the stove.  Tommy came over with Ranboo screaming bloody murder with his arms burned.  Tommy grabbed his arms and was about to yank him to the sink when he felt the surge of energy flow through him.  When both Tommy and Ranboo looked down, Tommy’s hands were glowing then the burns were healed with minor scabs and light scaring.  That was when they found out Tommy had the rare power of Healing.

Tommy’s never healed a head wound before so he’s going to keep that Health Pot just in case he absolutely needs it!  The warm feeling of the energy coursing through him hummed and his hands began to glow that bright neon orange.  Tommy could feel the wound beginning to knit, and stitch itself back together.  Tommy’s head began to pound behind his eyes and went all the way to the back of his head.  He was going to have an awful migraine in the morning.  Tommy quickly pulled back and gasped for breath before it became too much.

The room began to spin and Tommy felt like his lunch was about to come up as nausea settled in.  With ginger legs and nearly falling flat on face, Tommy ran over to the sink and emptied his stomach.  He didn’t notice Erinyes taking a deep breath and evening it out, he didn’t notice Erinyes's hand twitching, he didn’t notice Erinyes's eyes shot open and scanned the entire backroom before he landed on Tommy.

Tommy did however notice Erinyes quietly standing right next to him.  Not even having a chance to react before being pinned to the wall and facing a very pissed off Supervillain.  God damn, Erinyes was a lot stronger than he originally thought!

“Where the hell am I?!”  Erinyes demanded.

“In the back of the Café that I work at!”  Tommy quickly responded.  Normally Tommy would have some type of smartass comeback but right now, with the exhaustion, the nausea and being up close and personal with one of the most terrifying Supervillains of all time.  For once Tommy decided to use his head.

“Yeah, I kinda figured that part out Einstein,” Erinyes shot back.  “What part of the City am I in?”

“East Side.  Quite lovely this time of night save for the rats and trash,” Tommy deadpanned.  While his logical side of his brain screamed at him.

“East Side?  East Side.  That  .   .   .   sounds about right.”  Erinyes said more to himself.  “Wait, how did I end up here?”

“Beats me Big Man.  I was just about to lock up when I saw face down in the back alley, bleeding from the head.”  Tommy said, desperately trying to loosen Erinyes’s grip on him.

“Bleeding?”  Erinyes took his other hand and touched his forehead where the wound should be and winced.  Yeah, it’s still sore and tender there but there was no wound, as a matter of fact it felt healed?  “Why am I not bleeding anymore?  How did that wound heal?”

“That would be thanks to me.  I dragged you back here so I could heal you.”

“You, have healing powers?”  Erinyes loosened his grip a bit and Tommy sagged with relief.   Okay, so Tommy might be able to get outta here alive after all.

Then the Erinyes caught a glance at himself in the mirror that was above the sink, noticing the mask that covered the bottom part of his face.  Turning around, Erinyes saw his Boar Skull Mask on the floor.

“Did you look under the mask?  Did you see my face?!  Who do you work for?!”  Erinyes tightened his grip on Tommy and Tommy was surprised that Erinyes could easily hold him with just one hand after being healed while Tommy struggled.

“I don’t work for anybody!  Honestly, Erinyes!  I put the mask on while you still had your Boar Skull Mask on so that I wouldn’t see your identity.  And yes, I have Healing Powers.  Never healed a head wound before, so you're welcome.”  Tommy answered as best as he could.  Tommy was now reminded of who he just healed and why it was such a gamble on healing him.  Erinyes were one of the three Leaders of the Syndicate for a reason!

“You clearly know who I am and yet you healed me?  What do you want?  Nobody goes around healing someone like me unless they want something in return.”  Erinyes demand.

“Yes, I healed you.  Look you may be a Supervillain and I don’t know your reasons nor do I agree with your actions. But you're still a person, right?  Even in a world where eighty percent of the population is either Hybrid or born with powers.  You still have some bigots, especially against certain Hybrids.”  Tommy answered honestly.

Erinyes took a moment before releasing Tommy from his hold and casually walking back over to where his stuff laid.  Picking up his cape, and securing his Boar Skull Mask, Erinyes went to the backdoor and wrenched it open.  Then he paused for a moment and turned back to Tommy.

“By the way, I appreciate what you did for me.  I owe one, and the Syndicate owes you a favor.  Even if you never cash it in, we do owe you one.  I’ll be in touch so we can discuss how to contact me if you ever want to cash that favor in.”  And with that Erinyes dashed out of the Café and blended in with the shadows of the night.

Tommy just sank to the floor and tried to figure out what did he just get himself into?!

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Characters:

Villains:

Erinyes - Techno

Orcus - Philza (Mention)

Siren - Wilbur (Mention)

Darkiplier - Dark Alter Ego of Markiplier (Mention)

AntiSepticeye - Dark Alter Ego of JackSepticeye (Mention)

DiePie - Dark Alter Ego of PewDiePie (Mention)

BlankGamePlays - Dark Alter Ego of CrankGamePlays (Mention)

Heroes:

Warden - Awesamdude (Mention)

Arachnid - Spyder (OC) (Mention_

TimeKeeper - Karl Jacobs (Mention)

Vigilantes:

Baron - Eret (Mention)

The Demon - BadBoyHalo (Mention)

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Tagging: @weirdmixofweirdness, @ashedflower, @tracobuttons, @isa-ghost, @septic-dr-schneep, @nastiiuu, @iamliteraltrash1, @a-humble-narcissus, @d-structiveive, @m4delin, @juju-on-that-yeet, @10th-no-name-personon

#dsmp superhero au #dsmp #mcyt #superher au #tommyinnit #ranboo #tubbo #technoblade #tommy innit's secret clinic #tw head wound #tw mention of blood #tw vomiting #villain!techno #villain techno #tw mention of violence #tw implied robbery gone wrong #healing powers #healer tommy

[twistedlittlenightmare]

So I've put off making this post because my brain is still vibrating but as is so fucking typical my bad luck is never ending

Our flat was broken into on Friday while we were all out and they've taken my laptop that I currently can't afford to replace (amongst alot other electronics belonging to my flatmates) and I'm just.. at the point of being totally hopeless honestly

After my dad dying, my house going on fire and my mental health being at absolute rock bottom this was the last thing I needed and I feel so bad for my friends as well because they don't deserve any of this bad luck either

My car is sitting unable to move because I can't afford to take it to a garage to get fixed and now I need a new laptop for work and studies, I'm having to request more student support on top of already asking for accommodations for my mental health and I'm scared they're going to think I'm bullshitting at this point and I'm not. Also alreadybhad to apply for hardship funding to even pay my rent so like wtf am I supposed to do at this point?????

#personal #death mention tw #mental health tw #robbery tw

[mollymaehague]

LETS TALK...

#*video #*youtube #tw: robbery mention #//this happened about a year and a half ish ago.. but I've just been posting her old videos in the queue and this is obviously a big part of #//who she is/affected her tremendously <3 #//but her and tommy were broken up/just living together at this time in the rp <3 #*queue

[flowersandbigteeth]

Looking for a saucy medieval tradition to weave into your historical romances? Have no fear, foot-of-the-gallows marriage is here! Basically, if a man was about to be hanged and a woman stepped forward and said “I will marry this man!” he was spared because it was was seen as like “oh, she’ll rehabilitate him so we don’t have to kill him.” Now, I heard this from tiktok, so I could be wrong, and it could just be a folk tale or something that rarely happened in actuality. Either way, it’s a cool troupe I think more people should use (and I myself will be using). I think it would work really well with Orcs and Elves!

This is such an intriguing idea! I had to try it. If you end up writing it, tag me, if you are comfortable! I'd love to see what you do with it ^_^

I keep getting Orc ideas, and I can't resist them *feral invasive Orc thoughts* （￣ ｗ￣）Ψ

Orc (Saber) x GN elf reader

Word Count: 6K

TW: discussion of hanging, bad mother, sfw Orc fluff, a bit of melancholy with a happy ending, nonsexual mention of private body parts in the context of bathing

“Goodness, what’s this all about?” you grumbled, clutching your basket closer to you as you made your way through the crowd. 

The stench of rotten vegetables and too many people lingered in the air. 

“It’s a hanging,” a helpful imp beamed, hopping on his tiptoes to see over the crowd. Why people gathered all around to watch someone die, you had no idea, but more importantly, the crowd was blocking your path home. Industrious vendors selling ale and popcorn wove through the throng to collect what coins they could from the event. In the capital, everyone had a hustle, and few left the chance to make some money at the table. 

“Out of the way!” You shouted, shouldering whoever was unlucky enough to be in your way. 

The voice of the city guardsman who was reading off a list of offenses to the crowd drowned yours out, but with a few well-placed shoves, you managed to make it to the front. You were looking around, trying to figure out how to get across the plaza, when you glanced up to see a familiar face. 

“It’s you!” you blurted as your eyes locked with the brilliant chartreuse irises of the Orc standing on the gallows. 

He gave you a wan smile, lifting his tied hands to wave at you. His straight nose was up in the air as if all the rabble around him should be fortunate to have the privilege of watching him die. The thick olive locs you remembered being long had been roughly chopped short around his ears. Still, even dressed in an ill-fitting prison jumpsuit, he had a regal air about him. His barrel chest was puffed, strong muscles peaking between the frayed fabric. 

“Fifty counts of robbery…25 counts of counterfeiting gold coins…seven counts of horse theft…”

The Orc you’d met before’s name was Saber. He’d helped you get your broken cart into town one rainy afternoon…, and then he’d also stolen your necklace, which you’d realized after he’d disappeared. 

“As per the King’s edict, If any citizen pledges to save this soul from the gallows by way of marriage, please step forth.” 

Though he was handsome, no one raised their hands to save him. Instead, they all booed. Judging by the rotten vegetables hurled at him, he seemed to have robbed almost everyone in the capital. 

“Aye!” you shouted, hiking up your pants to pull yourself onto the stage. 

The guardsmen’s eyebrows shot up when you’d straightened yourself.

“I’ll marry the sorry bastard.” 

“Are you sure? He’ll most likely rob you and run off. He’s better off dead.” 

“I have business with this one,” you informed him, snapping your fingers. “Come on then. Let’s get this over with.” 

The guardsman shrugged and jerked the noose off of his neck, a little disappointed. The crowd wasn’t happy either, hurling insults along with their vegetables. 

“Quiet! Quiet!” the guardsman shouted after shoving Saber forward for the “ceremony.”

He took a deep breath, jerking a notebook out of his pocket.

“Alright,” he began, snorting. “State your name for the record.” 

“(Y/N).”

“Lovely elven name,” he murmured as he jotted it down. “Now then, do you (Y/N) take this here, criminal, Saber Wintermaple to be your lawfully wedded husband?” 

You gave him a sharp nod. 

“I do.” 

He swung a lazy eye at Saber. 

“Do you Saber Wintermaple, take this kind elf to be your betrothed?” 

He gave you a bright smile. 

“I do.” 

The guardsman snapped the book closed, shoving Saber towards you. 

“I hereby declare you two duly betrothed under the King’s law. This Orc is your problem now, citizen. You’d better keep him out of trouble, or you’ll be up here next to him!”

He handed you the thick rope looped around the binding, keeping Saber’s hands tied, and waved you two off. The audience, bored without bloodshed, had already started dispersing, making it easy for you to tug Saber towards the road leading to the forest. 

“I didn’t know I made such a pleasant impression,” Saber said cheerfully, following you out of town.

You whirled around and jammed a finger in his face. 

“I wouldn’t describe it as pleasant. You owe me a gold necklace! Give it back, or you can work off the coin you owe me!” 

He chuckled.

“I’m fresh out of coins, little elf.” 

He scratched his chin and looked up, thinking. 

“I’m pretty sure I lost that necklace in a game of dice.” 

He shrugged. 

“You lost my only possession of any value in a game of dice?” 

You scrubbed your hand over your face, counting back from ten so you didn’t explode.  

“Maybe I should have let you die.”

Frowning, you looked over him from toe to head. 

“At least you look strong enough. I’m sure I can find something useful for you to do!” 

You stopped where the two of you stood in the middle of the trail and pulled a small charm from your basket. 

“I was going to use this on my coin purse since there was a thief on the loose, but it’s probably better applied to you!” 

You looped the charm around his neck, closing your eyes to whisper the spell. A gust of spirit wind, fluffed your hair as the magic twirled around Saber. When you opened your eyes again, there was a blue thread linking the two of you that only you could see. 

“What was that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on you. 

“It’s a binding spell, so you can’t run off with my stuff again,” you explained.

His eyebrows jumped, and he tugged at the little talisman around his neck. 

“It won’t come off.” 

You nodded proudly. 

“Exactly.”

He took a moment to examine you carefully, tapping his chin again. 

“Interesting,” he murmured.  

“What? What does that mean?” 

He smiled and shrugged.

“Lead the way, spouse.” 

You sighed, turning and pulling him through the bumpy trail in the woods to your little home. When you’d fled your homeland to the Capital, you’d been lucky to find an abandoned cottage outside the city walls. It wasn’t massive, with only the basic living quarters, but it must have at some point belonged to someone’s Saber’s size, as the door and counters were much too high. You’d spent much of the money you earned selling charms and ointments, buying stools and ladders to reach things. 

“You poor thing,” Saber sighed as you passed through the magic barrier you’d cast to keep your home hidden from bandits.

“You don’t need to patronize me,” you huffed. “You’re the one almost hanged and run out of town.” 

He ignored you, looking around. 

“I feel kind of bad for stealing your necklace now that I’ve seen where you live. This place is a mess.” 

You examined your home, trying to see it through his eyes. Every available surface was covered in books, alchemy equipment, or ingredients. Even the chairs were covered in cast-off scrolls, books, or charms. 

“It’d be nice to have a workshop,” you admitted. “But that’s much too expensive.”

You straightened your slumping shoulders and lifted your chin. 

“No matter, you won’t be spending much time sitting down. I’ve got loads of things that need doing.” 

He gave you a sharp nod and held out his hands. 

“You’ll have to untie me if you want me to work.” 

Pulling a small blade from your basket, you sawed through the thick binding. Free to move as he pleased, he wrung his stiff wrists as he perused your living room. Occasionally he would pick something up, then put it down again, finally crouching to examine a bucket filled with water. 

“What are you doing?” 

He peered up at the leak in the roof that was letting rainwater drip through. 

“This needs fixing, or the roof will rot out.”

Pushing off of his knees, he turned to you. 

“How long have you been living alone?” 

You blushed, embarrassed. 

“I dunno, my whole life, I guess. The elven town where I came from didn’t have an orphanage or anything, so when I was old enough, I took off toward the capital. It took a while to get here…but here I am. I thought there would be more…I don’t know…opportunity here.” 

“How has that worked out for you? Living in a house clearly not meant for you and marrying a man on the gallows.” 

You gave him an indignant snuff. 

“At least I’m not a thief!” 

He chuckled, leaning against a bookshelf, rolling a gold coin on his knuckles. Your eyes narrowed on it, and you reached in your pocket to find you’d been relieved of your day’s earnings. 

“Hey! You stole that!” 

He laughed, revealing straight white teeth, and jingled the other coins in his pocket. 

“Don’t worry, I can’t get away with it, right?” 

You sucked in a deep annoyed breath. 

“I have things to do. Make yourself useful and chop some wood. It’s going to be cold when the sun sets.” 

“Whatever you say, spouse,” he replied, giving you a sarcastic salute as you dropped your basket and hurried to the kitchen to get started on dinner. 

What had you been thinking marrying a criminal? You paused for a moment, eyes growing misty. You didn’t really think he still had your necklace, did you? You let out a sigh just short of a sob. Were you really that lonely? Maybe it hurt that he’d been so kind to you, just to trick you. You should have been happy to see him hanged, yet the lingering magic that followed all elves had whispered that you ought to save him. 

But why? You weren’t in any position to support a husband. Though you’d instructed yourself on the knowledge of various potions and charms, you weren’t the only one. The city was teaming with Academy-bred alchemists who far surpassed your skill. They had access to rare ingredients and an army of assistants. You had to scrape out a living selling your wares far cheaper than the competition even to get noticed at the market. Hustling day to day, you certainly didn’t have the time or money to pretty yourself up to find a partner. 

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you grumbled, returning to chopping tubers for soup. 

A thick THWACK, drew your eyes out the kitchen window to Saber splitting logs across the lawn. He’d divested himself of his ratty shirt, and every thick muscle was on display as he lifted the ax over his head and dropped it down again. The logs felt apart like they were nothing more than twigs under his might. 

Your eye focused on the dark, wet slashes across his shoulder blades where his jailors had beaten him. He must have felt your eyes on him because he glanced up and waved. Blushing, you hurriedly pulled the curtains, returning to your task. 

Unable to get his injuries out of your mind, you felt bad for making him chop wood while he was hurt. When you’d plopped the tubers into your cooking pot, you gathered up some healing and numbing salves, making your way out the door. 

“Need something?” he asked, looking up from his task. 

“Sit down,” you barked. 

A thick eyebrow rose, and he tipped his head. 

“Why? Planning on lobbing my head off?” 

You wrinkled your nose at him. 

“No, of course not! You’re massive. How would I even go about burying your body? I can’t have a rotting corpse stinking up the place. Just sit!” 

He leaned his axe against the stump he was using to brace the wood and sat down on it. You dug in your basket, pulling out some cleanser to clean the wounds. Beside the big ugly gashes, Saber’s skin was a smooth, pretty green, the planes of his muscles sharp and defined. The first brush of your hand on his back made him jump. 

“S-sorry,” you muttered.

“‘Ts fine. Just not used to people touching me. Go on.” 

You spread the thick gel you used carefully over each angry line. 

“What do you mean? You’ve never had a partner before me?” 

He paused for a moment before he jerked his head. 

“I had a girlfriend once, but she left me.” 

“Why?” 

“Some noble offered her his hand and well…I couldn’t compete.”

He sighed. 

“She was happy to keep me on as her side piece, but I’ve got too much of an ego to be someone’s toy.” 

Your eyebrows jumped at his candor, but you just hummed, plastering clean wraps to his skin so the wounds could heal. His skin was warm under your fingers, making the tips tingle. When you were done, you found yourself tipping forward on your toes to peck the back of his neck. When you’d realized what you’d done, your ears burned, and you coughed loudly. 

“Sorry, ah…sorry,” you muttered, unsure what to say. “You’re…ah…going to have to sleep on your stomach, so you don’t make these worse.” 

He swiveled around to look at you, smiling. 

“Thanks, doc!”

“I’m not a doctor.” 

He shrugged. 

“What’s the difference?” 

“Ten years of special-”

You shook your head, realizing he was teasing you.

“I think that’s enough wood for tonight. Come inside. Dinner’s almost ready.” 

He grinned at you, his stomach grumbling, as he scooped up some of the wood he’d cut and tucked it under one arm. You wondered how much they let him eat in prison, worried he was starving. 

“What’d my sweet little spouse cook for me?” he asked. 

“Just some sweet potato soup. It’s not gourmet.” 

He frowned. 

“No meat?” 

You blinked at him. 

“You have all the money I made today in your pocket. How can I afford meat with those few coins?” 

He nodded, appearing to be thinking through the problem thoroughly. 

When you returned inside, you dipped the two of you bowls of soup, filling his twice as much as yours. You assured yourself it was because he couldn’t work without proper nutrition, not because you liked him. 

“So how far does this magic thingie let me go?” he asked as you sat down at the table. 

“Why, trying to run off?” 

He smirked. 

“No, why would I want to run away from you?” 

He chewed on a big spoonful of sweet potatoes before he continued. 

“I’ve got a cute little spouse who makes me dinner and kisses my cuts.” 

Your cheeks blew up in flames, and you choked on a mouthful of soup. You tried to retain your composure by quickly wiping your mouth with a napkin. 

“A couple of miles in any direction.” 

“Wow, didn’t think you’d give me such a long leash.” 

You shrugged. 

“I can’t be right at your side every minute.” 

He gave you the biggest puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. 

“You don’t want me by your side every minute of the day?” 

Unsure if he was joking or not, you jerked your spoon at his soup. 

“Let’s…stop talking for a while. Eat up. You’ll need your strength.” 

While the two of you ate quietly, you did your best to keep your eyes on your bowl. Every time you happened to glance up, he was watching you with an odd smile on his face. Almost like satisfaction. 

You were relieved when you finally finished and could turn your back on him to rinse the dishes. 

“You can take the bed if you want,” you called over your shoulder as you stood on your tip toes to return the bowls to the cabinet. As your arm stretched, Saber appeared behind you, plucking the dishes out of your hand and easily placing them where they were supposed to go. 

“Where are you going to sleep?” he asked, extending a hand to help you off of the little ladder you were perched on. 

“There’s a couch in the living room.” 

He wrinkled his nose. 

“It’s covered in stuff.” 

You shrugged, trying to hurry past him. 

“I’ll clean it up.”

You found your feet swinging in the air as he picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder. 

“Wh-what are you doing?” 

“My spouse is not sleeping on the sofa. I never thought I’d have a spouse, so I’ve got to take proper care of you.” 

He patted your butt for emphasis. 

“Are you crazy?” you snapped, only not banging on his back with your fists because he was injured. “We can’t sleep together! We just met!” 

Your body bounced on his shoulder as he chuckled. 

“You weren’t concerned with that when you insisted on marrying me!” 

“They were going to kill you!” 

He flopped you down on your bed, caging you in with his big arms. His head dipped to drag the tip of his nose along the length of your neck. 

“So you do like me!” he whispered into your skin. 

“I do not,” you huffed, pushing his chest.

Though your muscles did nothing to move him, he rose so you could scoot out across the bed. You quickly scrambled into the bathroom to change into your pajamas. 

When you came back out, Saber was slipping off his pants. 

“What are you doing now?” You gasped, cheeks heating at the sight of the thick shaft hanging between his legs.  

He glanced up, a slight smirk on his face as he folded his clothes. 

“I can't sleep in these prison clothes. I'll get the sheets all dirty!” 

You sighed, rubbing your eyes. He was right. He was filthy from sleeping on dirty straw in prison. 

“Come on,” you said, flicking two fingers at him. “You need a bath. You’re probably covered in fleas! 

Fortunately, your house came equipped with one large enough to fit Saber’s big body. With a flick of your fingers, the tub was filled, and with a few whispers of a spell, the water was hot. 

“Get in,” you said. 

Making himself comfortable, he looked back at you over his shoulder, an eyebrow raised. 

“You tryin’ to watch? Naughty little elf!” 

You let out a long sigh. 

“No, I’m just going to ensure you don’t get your bandages wet, or it will all have been a waste. Supplies are expensive,” you huffed, picking up the sponge. “Now, sit still!”

Saber smirked but let you lift each of his arms as you scrubbed him. 

“So how did your old girlfriend take it when you decided you wouldn’t be your affair partner?”

He glanced at you, eyes ever thoughtful. His long look brought heat to your cheeks. 

“Sorry, you don’t have to answer that.” 

He shrugged, his jaw tightening. 

“She was rather smug. She spent her whole life wishing to elevate herself.” 

A long sigh slipped past his lips. 

“I could never make her happy. I lied, cheated, stole; whatever I could do…but she looked down her nose at all of it.”

Your mouth fell open. 

“I’m…I’m sorry. You don’t have to…”

He waved a thick hand, his warm palm gently landing on your head and lightly ruffling your hair. 

“Think nothing of it. It’s kind of nice to get it off my chest.” 

“So that’s why you're a crook? To make her happy?”

He smirked. 

“I was a crook. Now I’m a married man. I can’t get into trouble. I have a spouse who relies on me.” 

He pinched your chin. 

“Prison was difficult enough without knowing I was missing out on such a cute little face. Now, it would crush me.” 

Your cheeks burned even hotter, and you jerked your head away, grabbing the nearest towel and tossing it to him. 

“Careful, don’t jostle your bandages,” you wheezed before making your escape. “Whoever lived here before left some clothes in the chest by the door. They ought to fit.” 

You were so busy slowing your beating heart that you blew out the lantern and slid into your bed without thinking Saber would soon follow. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to feign sleep, when you heard his heavy footsteps approach. He paused for a moment, doing Goddess knows what, before he carefully laid down next to you. 

The mattress dipped under his weight, and your body slid into his. You heard him draw in a sharp breath as your warm forms pressed together. 

“Mind your wounds. Make sure you sleep on your side,” you whispered into the darkness. 

You felt him adjust slightly, and then a heavy arm draped over your waist. Despite yourself, it was warm and the weight felt nice. Comforting. Now that he’d used your soap, he smelled like home. His breath brushed the hairs on your neck and another arm slid underneath you to use as a pillow. You would have pulled away, but you’d never slept so close to someone before. 

Living on the street for most of your life, left you with scars. You didn’t realize how deep they’d cut you until Saber’s large body curled around yours. You felt safe. 

When you woke the next morning, the bed next to you was empty. Your heart thumped heavily in your chest, wondering where he’d gone. Had it all been a dream? 

The pile of dirty prison clothes folded and placed on top of a chest proved that it had not. 

Breathing slowly, in the meditation you’d taught yourself, you stretched your awareness out, reaching for the blue thread. Saber was half a mile from you. You wondered what he could possibly be doing. 

“Orc things, probably,” you muttered, making your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up. 

It wasn’t like he could run off; there was nothing in that direction but trees. Through the window, you could see the sun up over the tree line, telling you that you’d slept much later than usual. 

Usually, you’d have left at sunrise to sell your wares in the Capital market, but it was far too late now. Instead, you grabbed an apple from the kitchen and started fussing with your alchemy materials. Now that Saber was living with you, you were sure you needed to straighten up so he didn’t break something. 

Walking across the room, you automatically skipped around the bucket on the floor; only the bucket was gone. You frowned, but looking at the ceiling, someone had replaced one of the boards with a fresh one. Had Saber done that while you were sleeping? 

You huffed, returning to straightening your books. At least he’s putting himself to work. 

You were trying to remember the order in which a pair of books written in ancient elven were arranged alphabetically when the bell above your door jingled. 

Since your home was hidden with magic, the bell told you someone was nearby. It was a charm you rarely used. No one had any reason to look for you. The most it had rung was when you ordered a special cauldron or tomb and happened to have the cash to have it delivered. 

Curious if a traveler was lost, you put your books down and wandered outside. 

“Morning, spouse!” 

Saber’s voice made you jump when he appeared hauling a deer on his shoulders. 

“What’s that?” 

He shrugged the creature off of his shoulders. 

“Meat!” he announced proudly. 

You nodded at him, your eyes catching on his bare chest, glazed with a sheen of sweat. 

“Where are you off to?” he asked. 

“Someone is here,” you murmured, forcing your gaze from the sharp planes of his muscles to continue down the path. 

A shadow draped over you, and you glanced up to see him looming. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m going with you. It could be someone dangerous.” 

You shook your head but continued on your way with him in tow. 

“Helloooo? Helllloooo?” 

A female voice was screaming through the trees. When you rounded the bend, your eyes landed on an expensive carriage and a beautiful fairy shouting at the top of her lungs.  Her pink hair fell in glittering curls around her shoulders, and matching wings emerged from her back.

“Damn it! Saber! Where the fuck are you?” 

“Can I help you?” you asked as you stepped through your magic barrier. 

Her eyes narrowed, but not on you. She looked directly behind you. 

“Saber! There you are!” 

She grinned, fluttering her winds and flying past you. Irritation immediately pricked your heart as the woman threw her arms around him. Turning around, you found him looking at her with wide eyes. 

“Melody…what are you doing here? How did you find me?” 

“I’m here to see you, of course. I heard you were going to be hung, but an elf saved you! I asked around the market and was told you’d been taken here. I was so worried!” 

When she cupped his chin with her delicate hand, you crossed your arms, eyes narrowing. 

“Not someone. Me.” you interjected. 

You marched towards Saber and grabbed him by the arm. 

“Saber is my husband. Who are you?” 

She wrinkled her nose at you, ignoring your question. Her hand slid down Saber’s chest despite you. 

“Is there someplace we can talk? Privately?” 

Saber’s shocked face tightened. 

“I don’t think that’s an appropriate ask in front of my spouse, Melody.” 

She scoffed. 

“You’ve been married…what? 8 hours? Saber, I think I more than deserve a little of your time. Especially as the mother of your child.” 

Your jaw dropped, and your hand pulled away from Saber. It was true, you’d only known him for a few hours, but a child was something he ought to have mentioned. 

His brow drew, looking between you and her. 

“What child?” 

She huffed, frowning at you. 

“Fine…If you must do this, this way.” 

She turned to the carriage and yelled. 

“Nora, bring the baby!” 

A maid climbed out of the carriage holding a small whimpering bundle. You gasped as the woman presented Saber with a little green newborn. 

Saber’s eyes popped, his mouth opening and closing as the maid pressed the child into his hands. 

“This…he…is mine?” 

Melody nodded. 

“Yes, and it’s time for you to take responsibility.” 

He glanced up at her. 

“You want to get back together?” 

She let out a cruel but trilling laugh. 

“Oh heavens no. I need you to take him. Dante hasn’t seen him yet. He thinks I’ve delivered his child. I had the maids tell him I was recovering for the past month so I could sneak him out. If he finds out I’ve been carrying your baby this whole time, he’ll throw me out on the street!” 

Anger roiled under your skin. 

“So what baby are you going to present to him?” you demanded. 

She snorted as if that were a foolish question. 

“I’ll get a baby from the slums. Plenty of mothers would happily give their child the life of a Lord’s son without question.”

She fluttered her iridescent wings. 

“It only need be a fairy child.” 

You could see the pain and confusion settle on Saber’s face. Stepping between the two of them, you gently pried the bundle out of Saber’s hands, looking at his cute little button nose and glossy baby curls. 

“Of course, we will take him, but on one condition.” 

She glanced at you. 

“What do you want? Money?”

You let out a tight chuff. 

“No. We never want to see you again. If he is our baby, he is ours. Don’t think you can change your mind and come running back here looking for him or Saber. The second you step foot in your carriage, this child and my husband are dead to you.” 

Her eyes jerked to Saber. 

“Saber. You can’t mean that. Of course, I want to see you…Dante, however, can’t know. You understand, don't you? This is everything we've dreamed about! You ought to support me!"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"I grew up in the gutter, too," you hissed. "But I'd never treat someone the way you have treated my husband. He is too good for you and I won't tolerate you buzzing around us like a nasty fly."

She glared at you.

"He's my child! You're just jealous Saber and I have history!"

Saber's jaw locked, and he put his arm around you, giving her a disgusted grimace. 

“Have you named him?” he asked. 

She looked contrite but lifted her chin. 

“I…ah…it didn’t occur to me...” 

He nodded and glanced down at you, holding his child. 

“Then…I agree with (Y/N). You’ll never know his name. You’ll never see him grow. You’ll never return to ruin our peace.” 

“But Saber-” 

“Don’t say my husband’s name, either.” you snapped. “You thought you’d come here and drop all of your responsibilities in his lap and then keep stringing him along as a toy? It’s not going to work like that. You have your family, and we have ours.” 

You jerked your chin at her. 

“Make your choice. Either leave the child or be prepared to explain to your husband who he belongs to. Those are the only options.”

Her pretty face contorted into an ugly, wrinkled mask, and she lifted her skirt to turn on her heels. 

“Fine! It’s not like I want the child of a thief anyway!”  

Snapping at her maid, she hovered back to her carriage, and they disappeared down the road in a cloud of dust. You smiled down at the little baby, who’d managed to sleep through the drama. 

“Saber, I know I shouldn’t have spoken for you…I just- He deserves better than to grow up with the knowledge his mother believes him to be less than. Can you imagine him living as her secret? Sneaking around to hide him? If she passed him in the street, she’d ignore him to preserve her status. He’d be heartbroken. I won’t let that happen. I hope I didn’t overstep, but I’m not sorry for it.” 

He dropped to his knees, eyes wet, and pushed his head into your shoulder. His big arms wrapped around your waist, squeezing you tight.

“You said just the right thing,” he murmured, then turned his head to look at his son. “What should we name him?” 

You smiled at him. 

“Let’s talk it over over lunch.” 

The two of you walked back down the path together, both having a hard time keeping your gaze off the baby. He wriggled in his sleep, making you both see hearts.

“Maybe we should move,” you murmured. “Just to be sure…and to give him a fresh start.” 

He looked down at you. 

“You won’t miss this place?” 

You sighed. 

“No…this is just a house. We have a family now. He should grow up in a happy little town, not the capital…we’ll have to save for a few months, but I think we can do it.” 

“We don’t have to save. I have plenty of money.” 

You froze in your tracks, looking up at him.

“What? I thought you said you were broke?” 

He smiled down at you. 

“I meant I didn't have any coin on me. I didn’t just piss all of my ill-gotten gains away. I hid them. Follow me.” 

He tugged the two of you into the forest, walking quite a ways until you reached an oddly placed rock. Saber crouched down and uprooted a bush with a stiff jerk. Then he cleared the soil away, revealing a wooden chest. He turned the little dial a few ways until it clicked, and the chest opened with a creak. Your eyes widened at the hundreds of gold coins piled inside. He casually tugged the gold he’d lifted from you out of his pocket and tossed it inside with a metallic clink. 

“I think we can buy a nice place with this.” 

You were still completely confused. He rummaged around in the coins, producing the gold necklace he’d stolen. Standing, he fastened it around your neck with the nimble fingers of a thief.

“I thought you lost it gambling?” 

He shrugged. 

“I lied.” 

“Why did you keep it?” 

He gave you a long look.

“I’m not sure, to be honest. Something told me not to sell it.” 

“But…what about the rest? I thought you gave it all to Melody?” 

“I tried to…we grew up in the capital, in the same slums she wants to buy a baby from. It wasn’t ever about what I could provide her. She wanted to erase her past. She wanted a title…to be a lady, to be able to lift her nose at the very people she grew up with.

I started saving after she failed at her first attempt at seducing some highborn. At the time, I had this romantic dream that I could surprise her with a big house, start a business, and be the Lord she wanted so badly…but… as time passed, I realized I was already tainted in her eyes. She wanted the right blood attached to her money. It took me too long to be ready to pull away. Dante was the nail in the coffin, so to speak.” 

He tugged the chest from the ground, hauling it onto his shoulder before leading you back through the forest.  

“Even though I knew I wasn’t enough…I foolishly still loved her. I was a mess when he proposed. That’s why I got caught. I went on a bender that lasted most of a year…Fortunately, I never touched this. Maybe I held out hope since Melody still entertained my attention…but I got sloppy and ended up in jail.” 

His gaze dropped to the baby. 

“If it weren’t for you, I wouldn't have ever known about him. Anything could have happened to him if you hadn’t-”

He choked a bit, a couple of tears slipping down his cheek. You didn’t push him to finish his sentence. You knew what he was trying to say. 

“What about Arel?” you asked. 

“Arel? That sounds like an Elvin name.” 

You smiled at the little baby’s chubby cheeks. 

“It is…it means ‘treasure’.” 

He stopped, bending down to examine his son more closely. The baby’s eyes opened, and you saw that they were the same pretty chartreuse as his father’s. The two of them looked at one another in awe. 

“I like Arel,” he said, brushing a thick finger over his cheek. 

Arel’s big eyes grew wet, and he started to croon. 

Shock and worry bloomed on Saber’s face. 

“Is he okay?” 

“I think he’s hungry. I have some goat milk at home.” 

Saber straightened, and you had to almost jog to keep up with him, the two of you hurrying home to start your life as a family.

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A never ending cycle

A/n: this is completely based on a fic of a friend of mine. If you're a portuguese speaker, you should really check her works, they're amazing! Her user's @esposa_do_shidou on tiktok!

~ Tw: This is kinda angsty and has some cuss words (use of the f word 2 times) and violence. If you're sensible about any of these topics, I suggest you don't read this

He didn't deserve this, she was sure of it. Even though he could be a little annoying sometimes and really liked to mess with her, Kaiser was a nice guy. He was familiar with suffering and didn't want anyone to go through what he went through as a child, and a person who lived what he did didn't deserve to suffer even more. But, as the wise writer Luís de Camões once wrote, sometimes good people go through bad times. And that was exactly what happened to Michael Kaiser.

-Sit still! If you keep moving I won't be able to completely clean the wound - (Name) said while firmly holding his chin and rotating his face, looking for more bruises - I still want to know what happens everytime you come here looking for me. I brushed it off for a long time, but now I'm curious. You always come here with a black eye and at least one new scar. Keep it up and you'll show up without a tooth by next week - she sighed, putting her arms on her lap - I just don't get it. Why won't you tell me? Don't you trust me?

(Name) and Kaiser had been friends for almost 5 years, and lately they've started to follow a routine: every week, at least 2 or 3 times, Kaiser shows up at her door, with more bruises than the last time he went there, so she can take care of him. She rubs alcohol on his wounds and gives him food. He then says goodbye, leaves and returns the same way (if not worse) the next day.

She never asked what happened to him, even though she was dying to know, because she didn't want him to feel pressured to tell her. The girl was sure he'd tell her eventually, but even after 6 months of following this same routine, he never once mentioned anything about what happened when he was out.

-Hm - Kaiser hummed, a bit uncomfortable with the conversation. He knew it wasn't the first time she thought about it. If someone came up to him all bruised, he'd want to at least know what happened to the person, but she never asked him about it. And he was grateful for it. He was grateful for her.

The truth is he wanted to tell her. He wanted to tell her about his father abusing him ever since he was born. He wanted to tell her about his need to steal to survive and tell her that her food was actually the first homemade thing he ever ate, and he felt like crying everytime she cared for him, because no one showed him that much care before. But he was scared. He was afraid that when she found out about the robberies, she would be scared of him and wouldn't want to see him anymore. He'd lose her. And it's not like he didn't know the feeling of losing something (besides his soccer ball, he never had anything to lose anyway), but he knew she was the only good thing in his life, and he couldn't even contemplate the thought of losing her without his stomach turning all over and his eyes suddenly became wet.

-Really Kaiser, you can't keep coming here if it's going to be like this - she started, getting up from the chair she was sitting on - I'm saying this because I care about you, and I want to help you through the hard times.

-You can't help me - he said, looking at the floor.

-Maybe I can! If you just tell me what is going on, I can help you!

-My life is none of your business - he said, also getting up from his chair and facing her - I already told you you can't do anything to help, so maybe just shut your fucking mouth and stop being so nosy. - he didn't know why he got so mad at her at that moment, but it was too late to take his words back.

-Mihya, I like you. I don't want to force you to tell me about what happens when you leave my house, but I want to help you. Please, tell me.

-Shut up.

-Michael, it would make this whole situation easier for the both of us.

-Shut up.

-Please Kaiser, I just want you to trus-

-I SAID SHUT UP!

A loud noise echoed across the room, and (Name) slowly brought her hand to her now red and swolen cheek. Meanwhile, Kaiser looked at his hand that was in the air and had just hit the person he cared about most. He was still processing the whole situation, but he was sure of one thing: he regretted what he did.

-I-I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I-I… - he started, stepping closer to (Name) so he could hug her. But she took a step back and gosh, should a single action hurt one's heart so much? Because Kaiser was sure he heard his heart breaking when he looked at her form: she was cowering with fear, flinching everytime he tried to get closer to her so he could apologize for what he did. The thing he feared the most came true: she was scared of him. Terrified, even.

-Get out of my house - she muttered, still holding her cheek.

-W-what? - he asked. He heard what she said, but didn't want to believe it: she couldn't really be kicking him out of her house, could she?

-I told you to GET OUT! - she shouted at him with tears in her eyes, and Kaiser felt his own tears starting to form and travel his cheeks and chin before wetting the floor underneath him.

He really wanted to stay. Hell, he wanted to get on his knees and beg her not to leave him. Tell her that he meant nothing he said or did. Tell her that she was the best thing that had happened to him, cause she showed him what love was. But he felt like he wasn't worthy of it. He wasn't worthy of her.

So, with one last look inside the house he grew accostumed with, he left.

It was probably for the best anyway: you know what people say, the abused becomes the abuser, right? If he got too close to her, he would hurt her more than he already did. He was dangerous. He was just like his father.

Hugging his sides, Kaiser started to walk "home". The only thing that could be heard were his sobs and hiccups. There wasn't anyone around, but even if there were people around him, he was too sad and broken to care. He just knew one thing: he fucked up. But he was stubborn, and he was going to fix this no matter what it took. He cared too much for (Name) to just give her up like that, so he wouldn't back down without fighting.

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