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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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tapestry 👑 XXV

Warnings: dark elements, dubcon (oral)

This is dark!(king)Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Summary: King Steven had a wandering eye but you never thought it would fall upon you.

This Chapter: The wedding day arrives.

Note: Okay, okay. It’s the wedding and I know y’all are thirsty wenches. I’m gonna keep writing however I want in this series because you know what, it’s fun and whatever happens happens. This is an adventure and we’re taking it. So without further ado.

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The two weeks spent at Heron's Ford were both the longest and shortest of your life. You were reluctant to leave behind the crystal lake and the wading birds for which the castle was named. With your mother as your only companion, you whiled away the days and nights in a tenuous state of anxiety. The days ticked off until your inevitable doom.

Two nights before your return to the capital, a physician arrived to examine you. The ritual was sterile and awkward. He knelt between your legs and scribbled upon a parchment thereafter. Your mother saw him off and returned to comfort you. It was over and better that it was.

You arrived at the royal abode the night before the wedding. You were spirited into the Fort where every queen had spent the eve of the marriage. Both Sarah and Eleanor had done so, though your mind lingered on the latter. She had returned the Fort in a vicious twist and she left it without her head.

Your mother asked if you should like to walk the grounds but you remained in your chamber for fear of stumbling upon the green. You could think of nothing but the blood dripping into the grass; the queen’s head upon the frozen ground. The memory kept you awake. You expected many brides spent the night restless but likely upon much different woes.

You rose before the sun. Your mother had little trouble sleeping upon your shared mattress and you did not disturb her as you stood and crossed to the vanity. You sat and looked into the square mirror. The darkness cast shadows across your face, an eerie line along your throat that had your hand reaching for it.

“Dear,” Your mother’s voice was thick with sleep. You saw her sit up behind your reflection and shimmy across the bed. “Is it time already?”

“The sun will be upon us soon,” You answered as you turned away from the mirror. “We should send for water.”

“And food.” Your mother suggested.

“I have little appetite,” You said as you touched your stomach.

“Even so, you should eat. It will be a long day.” She advised as she rose and searched for her robe along the far wall. “My dear, do not trouble yourself so. It will go to plan.”

You hung your head and didn’t tell her how little you cared of whether it went to plan. Of the real troubles that stirred within. You nodded and stood to fetch your own robe and wrapped yourself up in it as you neared the window. The tower faced the castle and you looked down upon the spring dew through the fog. The sun would clear the mist though the light could offer little guidance.

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You were taken to the See at the centre of the city in a covered carriage. The streets were full of people enraptured by the festivities. A year before, none had expected to witness a royal wedding so soon; if at all in their lives. You glanced out the slit of the window shade as your leg shook uncontrollably beneath your skirts.

You were alone. Your mother had left you as you were led into the carriage. She would reach the See before you and join those gathered for the occasion. The voices without were raucous and filled your chest with sparks. The common folk cared little for courtly drama but were most agreed to the tables provided by the king in tents along the streets. Platters and cups would be sated on the royal coppers.

When at last the wheels ground to a halt, you waited in the vehicle and pulled the thin veil over your face. The thin coronet held it in place as you listened for the signal to emerge. A gentle tape came and the door opened. You stood and bent through the low door as a step was set out for you. You were offered a hand from a servant and took it as your vision was shrouded by your headdress.

The cobbled walkway that led to the holy edifice was lined with onlookers. Guards held them back as they reached to touch your silken skirts and grab at your veil. You carried on if only to avoid their grasp. The tall doors were open atop the wide stairs and you ascended with the help of the servant, several others tended to your skirts and kept them from snagging.

At the top of the steps, the crowd within added to the buzz of voices. A sudden burst of horns echoed along the tall ceilings and were mimicked by those without, announcing the arrival of the bride. The guests quieted and the high vaults were deathly and still. You peered down the aisle between the rows of people and your eyes found the distant figure at the front of the hall.

The king stood in beside the bishop. His golden brocade contrasted the dark smock of the minister sharply. You gulped as the servant wrestled his hand from yours. You were left to stand upon your own and it felt as if time had stopped. The horns were joined by the plucking of harps. For a moment, you didn’t move as you forgot to breathe.

At last, you took your first step forward. The second one was heavier, and the third. And then it became habit. On foot in front of the other as you waded through the sea of skirts and doubt. You kept your head forward, afraid that if you saw a familiar face you might turn back to hide.

As you reached the altar, another servant stepped forward and helped you up onto the low platform. You braced yourself before you proceed to the men stood patiently at the centre. The bishop was a thin man with thick black hair and a crooked nose. His long fingers were woven together across his front. The king looked younger and for a moment, unfamiliar. He had shaved his thick beard and resembled the old portrait that had formerly hung over your hearth. You gasped quietly.

You turned to face your betrothed as the bishop nodded to both of you. The music faded and the paralyzing silence returned. You folded one hand over the other and held your head up as best you could. The coronet felt heavier than before. The veil seemed thinner and you felt entirely bare.

The bishop cleared his throat and began.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered together here in the sight of the lord to join together this Man and this Woman in sacred matrimony; which is an honourable estate, instituted of our creator, and into which holy estate these two persons present come now to be joined. Therefore if any man can shew any just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his peace.”

The bishop paused and looked around the room. Skirts ruffled and benches creaked but no voice rose. No protest was spoken.

“I require and charge you both that if either of you know any impediment, why you may not be lawfully joined together that you confess it. For those who shall be coupled together otherwise than by the lord’s word are not joined together by Him; neither is their union lawful.”

The bishop paused again, this time for effect. He peered between you again before he focused on the king.

“Will you have this woman to be thy wedded wife, to live together after the lord’s ordinance in the holy estate of marriage? Will you love her, comfort her, honour, and keep her, in sickness and in health; and forsaking all other, keep thee only unto her, so long as you shall live?”

Steven stood straighter as your eyes widened. You were thankful for the shield of your headdress. He spoke loudly and his voice bounced from the rafters. “I will. With all my being, I swear it.”

The bishop turned then to you.

“Will you have this man to be thy wedded husband, to live together after the lord’s ordinance in the holy estate of marriage? Will you obey him, and serve him, love, honour, and keep him in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all other, keep thee only unto him, so long as you shall live?”

Your legs wobbled but you kept yourself upright. You inhaled deeply and forced your voice from the depth of your stomach. You dug your nails into your other hand and declared, “I will.”

“And do you,” The bishop looked to Steven, “Present your ring to this woman as a symbol of your devotion; of your loyalty; of your love?”

“I do,” Steven replied as he reached into his jacket and pulled forth a golden band with a sapphire upon its face. He held out his hand as you tore yours apart and forced your palm against his. You wondered if he could feel you quaking as he slipped the ring onto your finger.

“And do you,” The bishop turned again. “Present your ring to this man as a symbol of your devotion; of your loyalty; of your love?”

“I…” You fumbled in the pocket sewn along your belt and fished the thick golden band from within. Along the inside was inscribed the words, my king. “Do.” Steven turned his hand so that you could place the ring on his thick finger. When you finished, he grabbed your hand and held it firmly as the bishop proceeded.

“We call upon the blessing of the creator, that this marriage shall be fruitful, peaceful, and loving. We thank the lord for this union and that it should come to be. We do ordain this marriage as holy and binding before his eye and upon his word. I do declare, by his decree, this marriage to be true and legal. To be sacred and unbreakable. Praise.”

“Praise,” The crowd returned in unison and your lips barely moved as you stood with your hand in the king’s vice-like fingers.

“King Steven, I do call upon you to present this woman as your new wife.” The bishop said. “To unveil her to these witnesses and the world as your one and consecrated only.”

“Thank you, your holiness,” The king released you and turned to you.

He smiled as he reached to the hem of your veil and lifted it slowly but determinedly. As he uncovered your face, you forced a smile of your own. You felt as if you would choke. He let the thin fabric fall back over your hair and took your hand once more. He pulled you to face the crowd with him.

“I do declare you to be husband and wife,” The bishop called as the king raised your hand in his. “May your lives together be most blessed.”

The crowd erupted in cheers as you stood in shock. You could barely believe it had happened so swiftly. Your eyes searched the room but with the king’s hand upon yours, there was no escape to be had. Your mother dabbed away tears as she clung to your father and the dowager watched with her implacable gaze. Lord Barnes didn’t look and examined the ceiling instead.

Steven lowered your hand and leaned down to speak in your ear. You could barely hear him above the din. “My wife,” He preened. “All mine.”

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You barely recalled your walk back down the aisle. You felt detached; as if the person you were when you arrived remained at the altar. If it hadn’t been for the king dragging you from the See, you suspected you would have stayed there for as long as you could. The streets were lively yet and the guards struggled to keep your path clear. The carriage door shielded you from the droves.

Steven fell against the seat and pulled you down beside him. He removed his crown and set it aside with a sigh. You exhaled and let your shoulders droop as you leaned your head back. His hand clung to yours as your skin stung with shock. This couldn’t be. It was a dream. A nightmare.

His fingers moved as he loosened his grip. He caressed the back of your hand and touched your pale skirts. He played with the fabric as you lifted your head to look at him. He turned and leaned in as he bent to kiss you. The carriage jolted and the horses hooves set off down the road.

“My wife,” He drew away. “My wife, my wife…” He repeated over and over. “And I am your husband,” He cradled your face with his hand. “Say it.”

“My husband,” You uttered as he dragged his thumb below your lips.

“Our union has been blessed and we are ordained.” His hand fell and glossed over your chest. You went rigid as he continued his path and bunched you skirts in his hand. “It is our duty as husband and wife to consummate our marriage.”

“My king, should we not...wait?” You gulped.

“We’ve waited a very long time already,” He purred as he rubbed his nose against your temple and continued to tug your skirts upward. “A very.” His hand pushed beneath the silk and struggled with your shift. “Very,” He slipped past the bottom layer and tickled your thigh, “Long,” He crawled along your skin and you closed your legs around his hand. “Time.”

“We have the feast,” You squeezed his hand between your thighs as he wiggled it. “We are not far from the castle.”

“The people can wait upon us,” He insisted as he dug his nails into your flesh and you were forced to part your legs. “A taste…” He sat back and slid off the seat onto his knees. “That’s all.” He moved in front of you and his fingers grazed your most sensitive part as his other hand gripped your knee. “Did you not vow to be obedient?”

“I did, I did,” You flinched as he pressed deeper and his fingertip sent a spark through you. He repeated the motion as he flicked the bud nestled there. You squeaked as he held his finger firm and toyed with you.

“And I did vow to comfort you.” He grinned as he pushed between your legs. “And so I shall.”

His eyes drifted down and watched his hand. You couldn’t bear to follow his gaze as the warmth seeped from his touch. He bent his head and you watched his golden hair as he leaned in. You were mortified as you felt his warm breath along your vee and his finger grazed along your folds.

His tongue met your clit as it resumed the work of his finger. He spread his hand over his thigh as his other went over your dress and held your hip. Your breath hitched as he worked his tongue and his lips circled your bud as he suckled at it. He varied between the two; lapping and sucking as the tendrils coiled around you.

You planted your hands on the seat as you tried to withhold the moans that filled your chest. You’d never felt anything so peculiar. Anything so tingly. So wonderful. It chased away the dread that clouded your mind and you forgot that the man between your thighs was the same who created the storm.

Your legs bent as you pointed your toes in your slippers. You didn’t think as you arched your back. You could not censor the mewls that rose from you and interrupted the sloppy sound of his tongue. You gulped at the air that whisked from your lungs faster and faster and your voice could not be stifled.

He reached up and took your hand from the seat. He pulled it blindly to the back of his head and pressed it there. He hummed as he buried himself deeper and pushed his tongue down along your folds before flitting it back up. You closed your eyes as you felt every muscle tense in longing; for more, for him.

You didn’t know what he was doing but he must’ve been doing it right. You couldn’t deny that you liked it. You couldn’t say you wanted him to stop. You wanted him to carry on forever. Your fingers molded to the shape of his crown as you urged him on. You murmured hazily as your head lolled back and forth.

You were panting madly. Like an animal. You knew, beneath the fog, that you should be ashamed but it felt too good to be ashamed. He brought your legs up over his shoulders as he tilted your pelvis against him. You held him between your knees as your other hand found his head and you kneaded his golden hair.

You babbled as your blood boiled over and your body seized in sheer pleasure. His tongue swirled around and around. All restraint was lost. Every bond, every rule, every little barrier fell away and you were free. Your voice piqued as your body did too and you writhed against the king.

You’d never felt anything so delightful. So raw. So delicious. If this was sin, it was worth the eternal cost. He did not stop until you were breathless. Until the strength left you entirely and your hands slipped away from his head and your legs hung limply over him.

Slowly, he raised his head and looked up at you. His lips shone as he smirked and ran his finger along your delicate bud. You were delirious. It had been but a lapse in your sanity as the glow faded. You looked down at your stockinged legs; exposed and trembling.

The king climbed up next to you and pulled your skirts down to cover you. To replace the modesty you’d so easily forgotten. You closed your eyes and turned away from him. He caught your chin and pulled you back to face him. He pushed his lips to yours and shoved his tongue in your mouth. He tasted sweeter than before.

“Oh, we will wait,” He pulled away and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. “Though I do not think I will be the one so impatient.”

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a-collection-of-villainous-aus · 5 years

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Coffee Shop au

Why.... Because I can XD

I mean I could do a whole this guy was working at Hat Manor instead of Flug , Demencia isn't there either and other people are in their place to have this au, but our good doctor and Hit woman are both in this and of course our dastardly Hat man we all love lol, it would not work without the entire crew right...manages to forget 505 for this one pffft maybe he’s Flugs stuffed bear from childhood?

For now let's just focus on Amadeus Black Hat.

(yes named after Mozart and I personally like the name.)

Also focusing on how this all began with him wanting a regular but decent cup of coffee without concerning ourselves on the other details of who would be in place of our favourite characters in his home.

So let's begin.

Early morning, shall we say six, despite being up since five, curtains still closed, our good (not so good) demon was curled up in bed eye closed, grumbling, his pyjamas kept riding up and irritating him and one of his bed socks had come off in the night.

That was another thing that was bothering him, half assedly trying to find it only to discover the damn thing had somehow managed to get on the floor, he glared at said object, how dare it be so far away.

Light peeked around heavy black drapes making him groan again, pulling the covers up over his shoulder trying to settle back and snuggle in pillows that were supposed to be the softest money could buy but today his bed just seemed so ARGH!

"Fine! You win you stupid contraption!"

He snapped at the inanimate object, kicking off the covers in frustration.

(We all know this feeling I'm sure!)

Stretching, bones popping, his yawn much like a cats, small and then stretching to reveal rows of fangs with a curling tongue.

Another glance at his bed sock as he pulled the other off simply to throw it at the offending one while pouting

"Traitor."

So now let's move on to him stripping down to shower as the instrumental of careless whisper plays in our minds and Hat washes himself, soap bubbles and steam miraculously censoring out all the spicy bits, long sweeping shots of legs, hands cleaning his neck and suggestively over two smallish horns protruding just above his brow, looking like he's enjoying his shower way more than any actual person would be.

Waves hand hello, yes hello you there, you can stop drooling now he's out of the shower, in a bathrobe and towel on head despite being lack there of in the hair department.

Toe claws tapping on kitchen tiles, of course he could have someone make his coffee, but he was not ready in the slightest to socialise with the idiots who worked here.

Cupboard doors open, fingers curled around handles, standing there in silence looking over the contents, a clock ticking somewhere in his sterile kitchen.

That's it! He was going out, who in the nine circles could enjoy coffee here!

His bed was uncomfortable, his socks had committed mutiny and now even his kitchen was unwelcoming.

Clapping his hands his suit appearing on him the towels going who knows where, even he did not care!

There was that new coffee shop, it had recently opened, of course he was going to know everything that went on in his town, no one could slip anything past him.

Yes that would be the perfect place to go, being new probably meant the place was not yet popular...hopefully, so then it would not be over crowded, just please don't let it be one of those copy and paste places that held absolutely no charm.

While he was a monster that did not mean he could not appreciate a good atmosphere while enjoying certain beverages.

Heels clicking against marble flooring, cane tucked under his arm, perhaps walking would also lighten his mood, was his lobby always so big?

Hmm perhaps a change was in order.

Upon opening the doors to his home he looked up at the sky, there was a chance of snow or so the weather forecast had predicted, obviously it wouldn’t when he was out.

Black Hat squinted at the clouds, they wouldn't dare.

Of course controlling the weather was not something our miserable fellow here could have charge over and here now we introduce Demencia and Flug, also because I am writing this I've named the doctor /barista Acylius Flug...so... Blep on you.

Now Acylius was in the kitchen, working on making the first batch of muffins, they did not open until at least seven, if they were popular enough they would certainly change it to six to make sure everything was ready on time.

Their café was indeed an inviting place, with deep red walls, high back comfy chairs, circular tables made of dark oak, four books between book ends on each one so someone could read something if they so wished, footstools tucked under chairs and blankets folded on the seats.

Children were not allowed.

Charging ports were optional, though phones had to be on silent.

Wooden beams giving off the impression this place was much older than it was and what art lined the walls which were an assortment of landscapes and portraits Flug would never admit to being their artist.

Demencia was using this job to hopefully pay off outstanding college debts from some years back, there was a two bedroom apartment above the Café where they lived, she got to live here rent free and was still going to be paid.

Apparently her boss and friend was not exactly short handed and sometimes she questioned where the money came from...

Pffft of course she knew about the sedated man down stairs.

"Hey stop panicking gigantor, business is gonna be slow, we just gotta get word out there or listen to customer suggestions, they always like to feel important."

Oh yes did I mention he is also six ft seven and when not torturing keeps his hologuise device off, so you would never compare him to his shorter self with the paper bag and goggles or slight nasally voice...come on now a lot of us have our own design and thoughts on Flug under the bag don't we.

His hologuise has of course been worked so that no one can see his real tall self unless he has it switched off.

"You do not think I am over doing it with the Victorian decor?"

Flug asked awkwardly, while working the white chocolate and raspberry muffin batter.

Nothing was going to come in a premixed cardboard box in his kitchen.

"With that roaring fireplace keeping the place nice n toasty absolutely not, people are gonna love that."

She had a shoulder resting against the door frame and arms folded, watching as Acylius evenly spread the batter into each muffin case.

"Though if no one shows up I am going back to bed, you know you can always join me if you want, help keep it nice and hot."

"Demencia!"

Flug returned, clearly getting flustered a blush forming on his pale skin, placing the tray in the oven, the door clanging shut.

"Now is not the time and anyway would you not prefer someone who does not have a smile permanently carved into their face, I look like I should be quoting Batman Dark Knight lines."

"Awww why so serious!"

The lizard girl teased and only laughed more at his deadpan look only then to be hit in the face by a flying tea towel .

Demencia couldn't help but laugh even more as it was sarcastically followed by

"Oops my hand slipped."

They both paused though when the chiming of the little bell went off, it was their first customer of the day, their first one to arrive at this time...mainly because they actually weren't open yet, not at least for another hour.

Black Hat stood there in the door way, snow thick on his Hat and shoulders, his frown so set in as he shook the cold powder off it could have hit the bloody floor.

The weather had dared to defy him.

Blasted cold wet frozen rain urgh...well this place...it reminded him of a home he’d once known...its styling far too similar it felt like an old parlour , comfortably furnished, a form of nostalgic peace.

The old demon wanted nothing more than to shrug off his coat, put on his fuzzy slippers with bat wings...which of course he'd never in a million years would admit were his and sit by that roaring fire.

(Heh even Mr grumpy pants can be adorable sometimes ;3)

He could hear people around here somewhere, no doubt the kitchen, cane over his arm he walked up to the counter, noticing the empty displays besides a few things in factory sealed plastics.

Sniffing he let out a sigh, a dessert treat was baking, its sweet aroma filling the air, usually our cranky demon here did not care for such things but he would be lying if he said that scent of raspberry and white chocolate with jussst a hint of vanilla did not seem appealing, he could already imagine the tart taste of raspberries on his tongue, wondering how long until those would be ready.

Like kisses from a lover he'd lost so long ago...but that was his story to keep.

Tapping the bell on the desk Demencia came running out paused and went running back, Black Hat rolled his eye and nearly left what awful customer service...when the other one came through, wearing animal oven mitts, he couldn't help but let a small smile form at the corner of his mouth, they were amusing to see on such a tall man...

Time slowed as he turned to face him, like when you see in movies, hair blowing, lighting perfect looking ridiculously gorgeous as the one staring is entranced while the chorus of take my breath away plays out of no where.

He knew that face, pale skin, ebony hair, how did he have the same scars...this man was a duplicate of...

"Sir are you alright?"

Flug asked, shifting as Black Hat had been staring, damn it he knew he should have covered his face up.

Pulling up his white Doctors mask and sighing

"Apologies, I forgot myself, I usually cover them up, did you have an order to make?"

It took Black Hat a moment to come back to reality, clearing his throat and nodding

"Uhhh Black coffee, goats milk-"

"And a dash of Hazelnut!"

Acylius blurted out and froze a moment, crap what if Black Hat didn't like that and he'd just assumed he would and the demon would get mad.

Demencia raised a brow at her friends suggestion, did he just try and finish THEE BLACK HAT'S ORDER!

"Please forgive me sir, I have no idea where that came from."

It was clear while it seemed this man did not remember him, there were old memories lost within that mind, still lingering even in this new life...a part of him still remembered perhaps...he hoped.

"Well there is no need to apologise Acylius, though perhaps I should find out where you are getting your information from."

He teased, leaning in a little.

That made Flug nervous, knocking over the thankfully empty cup, setting it up right again he was about to ask how he knew his name...of course then realising he was wearing his name tag, must've seen it and after all this was Black Hat.

No doubt he knew about the sedated man in the basement.

What our dear six foot seven Barista was really worried about was the demons presence in his newly opened coffee shop.

If the King of darkness hated it no one else would come, then there was a matter of no one else would come unless it was to see Black Hat if he was here all the time.

No that was ridiculous Black Hat would not be here everyday.

So perhaps if this went well, word of mouth would spread that if this place was good enough for Black Hat it was good enough for them and bring in business....oh my god stop thinking and make his drink!

"Please find yourself a seat, I will bring it over, Demencia please turn off the oven, no doubt the muffins are ready now."

"I would like to order one of those to."

"Yes sir, one devil's brew and muffin coming right up!"

Black Hat lingered a moment longer.

Acylius, his Acylius could not have been reborn...no this had to be some peculiar...cruel act of nature.

Karma was finally catching up with him... Yes that was it.

Taking a chair in front of the fire, crimson with a high back, he pulled out the footstool tucked underneath, of course it was facing the counter, he could barely stop looking at him.

Awww our little demon's heart is going boom boom da boom...yes I know cannon wise Hat doesn't have one but that's what Au's are for, free the imagination, anything is possible!

Acylius could still feel his eyes on him, he shivered subtlety, honestly being watched like prey was somewhat thrilling.

All the while though he was concerned he was taking too long to make his coffee as he brewed it and refused to use that instant crap.

(That most of us drink XD)

Turning back , Demencia returned with the display plate now full of muffins, one on a saucer with napkins and small fork.

Placing it on a tray she went on to put the rest where they belonged and noticed the demon watching Flug and grinned

"You like what you see, he's single you know!"

She of course held back nothing with hands on hips adding

"I'm single to but I'm not really looking for anything but come on you've been staring at him like you want him to serve himself on your lap as if he were the most tasty treat on the planet! Long legs, keeps fit-"

"Demencia PLEASE STOP!"

Acylius snapped, blushing bright red, oh god he wanted hell to swallow him up whole, could he just fucking die now please.

" I am so sorry for my co workers behaviour I-"

Flug was so embarrassed that he was completely missing the fact that Black Hat was trying not to laugh.

In any other case he would have simply just left and found it all inane but it was endearing if not bittersweet to see features resembling a lost one look so flustered, he'd always found it cute when his Acylius blushed.

Legs out on his footstool, ankles crossed, he laced his fingers and looked as serious as this entire scenario would possibly allow.

The fire crackling as both co workers stood there in silence, Demencia still grinning, oh ho the legendary master of all evil was actually considering Acylius as a snack!

Of course if her ridiculously tall friend didn't want any of that, she would be more than happy to mount the beast to her wall...bed...any available surface.

Black Hat waved a hand and spoke evenly

"I will let it slide on one condition."

Acylius gripped the tray, where was this going.

"What is it sir?"

"Call me Jefecito."

"But I, you are not..."

He sighed and gave a momentary glare at Demencia, bringing over the coffee and cake.

"Coffee is served, Jefecito, is there anything else you would like?"

"Yes, when I am here, only you are to serve me."

Hat replied, holding his coffee, the bottom of the cup making a clinking sound on the saucer, drinking he felt a comforting familiar warmth spilling down his throat.

"Kinky."

Demencia chirped out.

In which Acylius hid his face behind the tray wishing for death and Hat near choked on his coffee.

#Coffee au #Paperhat #Villainous #villainous au #Black hat #Flug #Acylius

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