AN: istg I keep getting all these ideas while working out 💗
Pairing: Lads boys x gn reader
Genre: DRAMA
Summary: after eons of nurturing the world with fragments of your heart, you learn the truth. Every death, every rebirth, burns in your heart. And now you want to burn the world.
(I do not own these characters)
Rafayel:
He looks at the destruction around him, the fragments of a broken city, the wrath in your eyes.
You pace the room, your steps unyielding to the passage of time.
He has been awake with you for countless nights, his ears filled with the cries of his kin, burning, drowning in the boiling seas.
He tugs at your arm, pulling you into his embrace, his fingers threading through your hair.
"Why can I not be at peace?" you whisper, cupping his cheek. "All our enemies have fallen, but why is there no relief? Who else must I seek to bring us justice?"
"It is my fault... I should have prevented this," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I should have never allowed it to come to be."
To watch you fall was his fall. To witness beauty drain from you was his failure. He has you back, but at what cost?
"But I will make things right," he whispers, pulling you closer.
"No more pain."
A gasp tears from your lips as his dagger pierces your back.
Your fingers clutch at his shirt, your blood soaking into his hand. "How dare you…" you seethe, your rage flickering even as your strength wanes. "I should have—"
Blood gurgles in your throat as he pulls your head against his chest, his shoulders trembling.
He would rather bear your hatred than lose your soul.
The cries of the world fade as a new one begins to take shape.
But all he can hear now are his own ragged sobs as he holds your cooling body.
Xavier:
"You have lost your mind!" Xavier’s voice is sharp, his fury barely masking the horror in his eyes.
He looks down from the castle walls, your castle now. Below, corpses rot on pikes, writhing with maggots.
Philos will never come to be. The world has already shifted on its axis.
You pin him to the wall, leaning him over the edge. "You will not talk to me like that, Xavier." Your voice is quiet, but the weight behind it is absolute. "This is my world. I may do as I please. It would do you good to listen, to stay as my consort, not the crown prince of Philos."
His breath hitches as he stares at you, searching for something, hesitation, remorse, restraint.
But you are resolute.
Your eyes soften at his distraught expression. Gently, you pull him back from the edge and release your grip. "Do not let this drive a wedge between us. I do not wish to lose you...I’ve only just remembered you." You press a kiss to his lips, warm, fleeting, achingly tender.
"This is merely a necessary cleansing," you murmur, as if explaining the weather. "A precaution, so the world understands the new order. So all who bled me for ages finally know what it means to bleed."
And so, bound by love, Xavier became a puppet to your wishes.
He waited for the new world you promised, sought desperately for the salve to soothe the wounds your changing forms left in him.
With time, he learned to ignore the mangled bodies outside the capital. The sunken faces beyond the castle walls.
He learned to be happy.
Zayne:
He never stands idle.
Not even at the first signs of your fall. Not even when the shadows lengthen, and the world begins to crumble at your feet.
He does everything he can to undo the damage.
He is a doctor, ridding people of pain is his purpose.
He funds revolutions, smuggles food and medicine, seeks to turn your heart away from vengeance.
But he does not leave you.
Not when you’re hurting. Not when the weight of the world fractures your soul. He stays, doing all he can to hold the world together before it collapses entirely.
For the first time in years, he prays to Astra.
He begs his god to aid the world.
Until you find his secrets. Until you strip him of the power you once gave him.
You lock him away in a tower, bound to you. And then...then, true helplessness sets in.
He watches his betrayal fuel your madness. Watches as your fury, once directed at tyrants, turns upon the innocent.
In the frozen chamber, you loom over him, his knees pinned to the ground by the weight of your power.
"Do you wish to leave me, Zayne?" Your fingers tilt his chin upward, forcing him to meet your crazed gaze. "Tell me, do you wish to escape?"
He does not flinch. His neck is littered with the climbing scars of his evol, of his futile resistance. It is all a proof of the turmoil within you, that settles upon his skin. He knows it better than any.
"No." His voice is steady. Resolute. "I wish to stay next to you."
He means it. Earnestly.
Even if your presence comes at this cost, he is willing to pay.
He has never wished to abandon you.
Not even at the cost of himself.
Sylus:
You are his moral compass.
So when you fall, he falls with you.
There is nothing to stop you both.
His days are spent treasuring the reality of having you back, of having your love.
And if the cost is the world, then let it burn.
The core in his eye revels in the doom. It rejoices in the love that blooms within you, in the hunger that consumes you both.
It is fulfilled.
He is fulfilled.
He does not make you ruler of just the Earth, he crowns you sovereign of the universe.
After all, he has always been willing to kill and die for you.
Devoured by your bloodlust, he kneels.
Your consort. Your ruin.
He is content in this fall.
Caleb:
He is your sword.
The day you pledge destruction, he is the hand that pulls the trigger. No questions asked.
He is content, more than content, being the only one to receive your love.
The world had it coming. To condemn you to such pain was their undoing.
He bleeds millions to warm the world that once sought to devour you. He has no mercy for those who cower beneath your gaze.
He has your love.
But why, then, does his heart fall at the sound of your hollow laughter?
Why can he not bring himself to burn the memories of the past?
Why has he kept your hunter’s gear, carefully stored away in his rooms?
He so dearly wishes to keep you pleased. But he knows, this destruction is not born of greed. It is the consequence of centuries of pain.
And no matter how much blood he spills, it will never ease that pain.
No matter how many bodies pile beneath your feet, he cannot bring back your joy.
That was stolen, broken, snatched by those who now rot in unmarked graves.
cw; fantasy slavery, fantasy racism, fantasy master/slave, noncon, blood, murder, gore, evil reader, non con tattoos, magic, magical aphrodisiacs, trans character, elf character, orc reader, hentai nonsense, lactation, womb tattoos, forced pregnancy
nephite is a little elf and you are a big orc. things are bound to happen.
not for the faint of heart. also really long.
The world is cruel. One moment Nephite is making flower crowns for his sisters in his father's fields and the next he's watching orcs burning down his home while his family is rounded up and captured. Orcs take mercilessly from elves, they're savage and cruel as they slaughter villages without remorse. Nephite had heard the gruesome stories of the past but he never expected to be a victim of their senseless attacks. He never expected to be caged and dragged with a caravan to gods knows where. His mother attempted to comfort him and his sisters, to be the strong one while they were separated from his father and brother. Nephite himself tried to be strong too, to not let his younger sisters see him crying. But late at night in the faint light of campfire he'd catch his mother's tears glistening and he would feel his heart breaking.
It had been a week since this hellish journey had started and the physical toll was starting to affect his mother and youngest sister. He and his other sister could survive better on the scraps of food they were given than the other two. Nephite noticed one night his sister trying to decide how to ration out the stale slice of bread so she could still eat and the youngest could have more. He took his sister's hands and smiled at her as he gave up his ration to be split among the other three. She looked at him with worry but didn't argue about receiving more food. Nephite knew it wasn't sustainable but he feared their destination would bring worse.
A few days of giving up his ration later their captors stopped at a large spring of water. Nephite heard them laughing, almost certainly mocking the poor wood elves they'd captured. He listened, hungry and desperate for the impending meal time but instead he heard shouting. An elf from his village was shouting something he couldn't make out but was certainly defiant, then an orc tried to intimidate him, the sound of a scuffle, and finally the horrific sound of death. His mother covered the youngest's ears but it was too late, she began to cry and wail. She sobbed loudly about how they were going to kill her father and brother.
An orc came over to the cage and banged his sword against it. He said something, it might have been something like "quiet down" or maybe it was just an angry grunt. It did nothing to calm his sister. So of course the orc grew angrier. Nephite could hear similar grunting and banging from other cages in the caravan, almost all of them followed by the sounds and smells of pain or death. The orc in front of him now started to open the cage up, surely to beat or kill his sister for being unable to calm down. Nephite's heart sank as he watched the keys turn.
Suddenly he found himself throwing his entire body in front of the orc. "Please, no!"
The orc says something this time but Nephite has his eyes screwed so tight he can't predict the creature's next movement. Then the orc grabs a headful of his hair, pulling him behind as it lumbers out of the cage. He can hear his mother and sisters shuffling, small squeaks and whimpers as they try not to scream. And then soon he's too far to hear anything.
Nephite is dragged until he reaches the middle of the camp, other more injured elves are already kneeling in the mud. He has to force himself not to be sick when he also sees a few corpses littering the ground. The orc pulling his hair throws him into the mud with the others and even despite the pain and indignation he kneels. Above them the orcs are talking, laughing, presumably mocking this little rebellion. Then all at once they're silent.
"Lift your heads" A new gruff voice speaks.
Nephite lifts his head to see before him on a makeshift throne of pelts and logs, a large orc with scars littering its body and battle hardened eyes that seem to pierce through his smaller body. Immediately he feels a sense of superiority from this orc, as if its only a given he kneels before their feet. Its you.
You look down at the filthy and frankly disgusting elves before you. Every corpse is more gold lost but your crew have already told you about their attempt at rebellion, if you don't punish them they'll get bolder. Your eyes look over the frail bodies, their pretty skin now tainted with dirt and grime and bruises. You were going to force them to bathe today, now you're considering letting your men have at them in front of the cages. So annoying.
"Do you have anything to say for yourselves?" Your tone was commanding, Nephite almost believed you weren't mocking them if not for the jeering laughter from the others.
He looked at the others, their faces awash with indignation and anger, they weren't making a move. He swallowed his pride and crawled forward. "Please spare us."
Your eyes widened slightly as the blue haired elf knelt before you. You caught the other elves disgust at the sight of their fellow elf purposefully bowing before an orc. "Why should I? Your brethren certainly don't seem to want mercy."
"Please, spare my family." Nephite begged, bowing his head low enough that his hair caught in the mud.
Your fellow orcs started to laugh but you raised your hand to silence them. You walked to his thin frail frame in the filth and muck, crouching in front of him you lifted his head. He had a pretty face, his eyes were a beautiful golden color, his hair was silky even without being cleaned and cared for, and his lips were soft and pink. You moved his head upwards so you could get a better look at his body but it was hard to tell past all the dirt what was bruising and what would wash off. You noted he looked a little bit thinner than the others, like he hadn't been eating even the stale bread you'd been feeding them. You met his eyes again as you were about to stand and you saw the pitiful desperation, the need to protect the people he loves, pleading with you.
You dropped his chin. "Will your family be obedient?"
"Y-yes!" He shouted too quickly.
"We'll go get them then." You stood up again to motion for one of your men.
"W-wait please- M.. my sister is young and she's very scared. And my father and brother were separated from us." He grabbed your boot desperately.
You looked down and considered him for a moment. "You just said they would be obedient."
"They will be- Please.. please let me explain things to them." He begged.
"..Alright." You began speaking in orcish to your crew, giving your orders.
The orc responsible for taking care of Nephite and his family grabbed the blue elf by his muddy hair to start dragging him behind again. You smacked his hands out of the elf's hair and clearly scolded him, a bit harshly, before you were by Nephite's side again. You were gentle as your rough hands eased him up out of the mud. He wasn't grabbed or pulled and he wasn't even shackled with heavy chains. It was like you were testing his promise of obedience, if he tried to run now he would likely be slaughtered and if it wasn't for his family he might have even made the attempt. Instead he walked slowly between the orc who had grabbed his hair and you, who was following them for some reason. As soon as he could no longer see any of the other elves he heard the sickening sounds of slaughter.
Nephite practically threw himself into his family's arms when he was returned to their shared cage. His mother and sister fretted over him, over the scent of blood on him and the mud in his hair. It was hard to catch his breath through tears of relief but eventually he calmed himself down enough to explain to them the situation. They just all have to behave and do as the orcs say and they won't just live they might even be freed. Nephite could see his mother's hesitation, her pride but also her fear for what they might ask of her and her daughters, but his sister reassured her it was for the best. Nephite walked to the door of the cage with the rest of his family who bowed their heads in respect to the orcs.
"My brother and father are over with the other boys." Nephite pointed out their cage to you and the orc behind you grunted and snarled.
You looked down at him, your expression somewhere between pity and anger. "That's not for the men. That's where we sanctioned off the disorderly elves."
You went over to the cage, hand on your weapon, as you banged the cage. Upon seeing their family Nephite's father and brother ran over, a fight in the younger one's eyes as he looked between you and the small elves. You didn't want to make anything worse so you motioned for you and your fellow orc to fall back while the family reunited. Nephite wasn't anything special from the look of him, the same kind of elf bitch you were used to seeing used and thrown out on the streets but he was somehow different. He didn't have the same foolish pride that led elves like him to bloody deaths he was more worried about the other members of his family. You had planned to turn them all into expensive obedient toys the moment you got the chance but you couldn't help but respect Nephite's shamelessness. Even now you were watching him beg his family to just pretend to behave just to keep themselves alive. The self preservation and the desperation was absolutely beautiful on his face.
"Th-they agreed to behave..." Nephite came up to you, hands slightly trembling.
You motioned for the cage to be opened and the two male elves were dragged out. You could see apprehension on their faces as they waited for the other shoe to fall. You spoke to the other orc in orcish before you took one of Nephite's small delicate hands.
"There's a lake nearby, you and your kin can bathe there."
---
It was impossible to ignore the suspicious and angry eyes on you while you watched the elf family bathe. The riled up eldest child kept glaring at you with disgust and rage while his father kept staring at you like you were a wild animal. Its not unusual, the elves are told stories about how horrible and savage and cruel orcs are while orcs are told the reverse stories about elves and their cruelty. It's a wonder if you all would even be here without all those stories always flying around.
While you were sitting there watching and wondering Nephite walked up to you with his head bowed politely. You looked over his freshly cleaned body, the mud washed away revealing his thin frame that had a few bruises but was still beautiful like fine glass. He looked nervous, frightened, and still so much braver than any elf you'd ever met as he continued to show you respect.
"Speak."
"Have you taken a bath yet...? I... I've heard stories of elves being forc- I mean... Assisting in orc bath houses. I don't-" He shifted from side to side.
"Is your plan to seduce me and then when I'm undressed your brother steals my blade and kills me?" You laugh at the pathetic plan from stupid elves. "Do you realize how quickly my wolves would slaughter you? They'd rip your corpses apart and drag your entrails-"
"Stop-!" The blue haired elf's golden eyes were full of tears. You almost felt bad for being vulgar.
"Anyway... Your plan won't work, just know that." You looked away from his pathetic state and back to the other elves.
Nephite noticed he didn't have your attention any longer and he felt his stomach churn as you looked out at his sisters. He could feel his own desperation rising past the point of no return, he would throw away his entire life to protect his family. He moved closer to you until his hairless cunt rested on your knee and his arms wrapped around your neck.
"You're right I.. I have ulterior motives but it's not that I'm trying to kill you." He didn't know if it was intentional anymore that his voice sounded so small and weak.
You looked back at him, surprise quickly turning into amusement on your face. "Are you going to confess you're one of those dirty elf whores who always wanted to be an orc's slave?"
He had to fight the bile in the back of his throat. "No... I'm just.. scared. I.."
He swallowed again when he noticed your eyes were completely fixed on him now. "I don't like how you're looking at my sisters and I know we're all hungry... If.. If I could-"
You grabbed his hips and forced him to sit properly in your lap. "Are you really suggesting that you'll take the place of the females? For a bit of extra food?"
Nephite wrapped his arms completely around your neck, drawing your faces even closer. "I'm a virgin too.. It would be worth it..."
You had never personally taken an elf in any sense. The disgusting haughty personality where they look at you like you're trash even when they're covered in orc cum isn't something you particularly care to deal with. Sure they're pretty, it looks fun to break them, but that pride never seems to really break. Even the elf on your lap right now doesn't look broken, just desperate. You wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him still while another hand played with his freshly cleaned silky hair.
"You... Do you love your family so much? You would even die for them?" You ran your fingers through strands of his long soft hair.
"...If my death would be what secures their future."
"I have a proposition for you. I will guarantee their safety and comfort for the rest of their lives if you become my personal slave wife."
Nephite was taken off guard and his big desperate eyes lit up with excitement and joy. "Really? You would protect them from other orcs too?"
You couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes, yes the only thing that will kill them is the passage of time."
Nephite hugged you tightly. "Yes! Yes! I'll be your wife, your slave, I'd even drink mud if you wanted!!"
Your chuckling turned into full blown laughing at the reaction. "You're far too excited for what you've just agreed to."
---
You kept your promise. That night after all of his family had bathed you and your men had given them clean clothes and an actual meal. They had to be shackled but were given far more privilege than the rest of the elves who wasted away in their cages. And the entire time Nephite acted as a perfect little servant wife, pouring your drinks, massaging your shoulders, groveling at your feet if you asked him. While the elves certainly seemed jealous and bitter that they weren't receiving the same good treatment the moment you would bring Nephite over and make him humiliate himself for your amusement they all agreed that it wasn't worth it.
Eventually you and your men dropped the cages of elves at the black market and the caravan scattered and dispersed into different groups. You formed a significantly smaller group of the men who were all more eager to get home with their wealth and a mage you paid steeply for.
The next stop on your journey was an elf village in the middle of orc territory, a village that obeyed orc rule and paid for protection. Nephite was tearful when you dropped his family off there but he seemed very happy that it was just like a regular elf village and they could live peaceful lives. You even promised him that he would be allowed to visit if he was a well behaved little wife.
And finally you were home. There was a feast to celebrate you and your men's return. You weren't the village chief but you were pretty close being one of the strongest orcs in the village so your return came with a lot of work and news. Lots of frankly boring meetings that postponed what you actually wanted to do. But then that just gave Nephite time to stew.
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The process of making an elf your wife isn't as simple as saying it and then fucking him. It doesn't even involve the same ritual as marriages between orcs. The process begins by marking the elf in question with permanent ink. Elf slaves will be marked with several different kinds of markings to establish their owner, position, the time they were obtained, where to return them if they escape. Nephite's arms were marked as normal, your family crest and town along with anniversary and his importance to you all easily displayed on his arms. His stomach held a different sort of marking, a tattoo that would be the vessel for a powerful spell.
The second part of the process is imbuing the stomach mark with magic from the orc owner and a magic user. You spilled your blood over the marking to transfer your magic energy before the mage reinforced it with an intense amount of power. The spell would enable Nephite's small frail elf body to accommodate your cock and even carry your children. It also left him feeling incredibly horny and desperate, his pussy constantly dripping and he would grind against anything he found.
Finally to solidify the spell and the marriage you had to stabilize it by breeding the elf in question under a full moon. If you missed the full moon then the spell wouldn't be complete and you'd have to go through a lot of trouble to reinstall it. As that night grew near you and Nephite grew excited.
Under the white light of the full harvest moon your bed of furs looked ethereal, and the elf on top of the furs looked even more gorgeous. The way he was looking at you, you could even believe this was love. Your large body dwarfed him, almost like you swallowed all the light as you hovered over him. Your large rough hand ran up his incredibly thin and smooth leg, pushing the frail limb up until his knee was against his stomach and his ankle hooked on your shoulder. The drooling and needy cunt between his legs greeted you and your thick fingers. There was no reason to be gentle with a glorified sex toy but still you pressed your index finger slowly into the sopping slit. Nephite let out a soft moan like he was just finally getting comfortable.
You leaned down, your tusks rubbing against his neck before your lips began to softly nip at the fragile skin. "Such a good bitch." You praised against his skin.
His tight virgin pussy stretched to accommodate the size of your fingers but he did not cry out in pain. Moans fell from his lips like prayers as you started to spread him open. The tight walls squelched and contracted around your digits like the endless slick was trying to suck you in deeper. It was the filthiest sounds you'd ever heard between his sinful pussy and his heavenly moans.
You could feel your heavy cock straining against the thin cloth you wore under your pelts. Every sound and squeeze sent a shock through your entire body that made your cock twitch and jump. Heat spread through your entire body like a well of anticipation. You could feel conscious thought giving way to your instinctual need to breed. You removed your fingers with a wet pop which earned a heavy huff from the elf underneath you.
"Don't worry, pup. Gonna fuck you." You assured him as your slick soaked hand made short work pulling away the cloth and pelts that covered your groin.
Nephite shifted upwards enough to catch the glimpse of your enormous length. Your girth was easily the width of his arm and probably half the length of it. A size that otherwise would have killed him or severely damaged him but now his body had been made just to accommodate the massive length. His head that had been dizzy for the weeks leading up to this moment was now filled with surprising clarity.
"Fuck me."
You didn't need to hear it twice, your body was already screaming at you to oblige him. You lined your bulbous tip with his soaking cunt, the size of which practically dwarfed his entire pussy. You could hear Nephite's breath catch, either in anticipation or fear, and you realized that you weren't really breathing either. Part of you wanted to assure him, promise it would be good, but then again you both were aware his pleasure didn't really matter. You rocked your hips forward, the tip rubbing against his drippy folds and soaking your cock in his juices. Electricity shot through both of you and you moaned loudly.
"Please-"
Nephite's soft cry was followed by his arms wrapping tightly around your neck. It was a familiar position, it reminded you of the night he promised to be your wife. And now a few months later you were going to fulfill that promise. Your large hands rested on either side of his head as you looked down at the absolutely gorgeous elf. He was marked for you, he was wet to take you, he was born to be in this moment right now. Your thick tip pressed into his impossibly tight hole and you let out a loud snort as warning before you finally shoved in.
Nephite screamed as his virgin pussy stretched beyond what should be possible and his mind melted into nothing. His tight walls spasmed and squeezed as his sweet honey sprayed all over your body. You could barely see the gold of his eyes anymore with how hard they rolled back into his head. How he tempted you to follow him with your own building orgasm but you resisted. You waited for him to come down, his body twitching under you as his walls started to relax just a little bit. You rolled your hips forward and your length sunk down, down, down into his pussy, until you were a little over a third of the way inside. You felt his body's natural resistance but you knew it didn't matter, he would be stretched so full he might die.
You shifted your position, getting onto the balls of your feet and using your muscular thighs to press his knees against his chest. His entire body folded in half so his legs stretched out above his head and you had so much more access to his body. Between your bodies you could already see the tip of your cock bulging in his stomach inside the very mark you had stained him with. The mark itself had shifted form slightly to show something like an empty tank waiting for you to fill it. Nephite let out a small grunt quickly followed by a low whine.
"Cum inside-"
You didn't need to be told twice as you felt your sense of reason slip from your mind. You used your large size and heavy weight to slam yourself even deeper into his sopping pussy. Then you dragged your hips slowly out, it was like agonizing torture as his tight walls clung to you. Then your weight fell onto him again pushing your cock so deep you could see your length stretching his stomach fully now. Nephite made a choked sound as his cunt gushed again, squirting more of his love juices all over you. His filthy incontrollable squirting made the sounds from your bodies even lewder.
You lifted yourself until only your tip remained inside his cunt and then slammed into him with a wet schlap of skin meeting skin. You could feel the heat of lust coiling in your stomach like a heavy knot begging to be cut free. The pulsing, twitching pussy desperately trying to milk you and the lewd choked moans of the elf underneath you were enough to drive a man to madness. The only thing that kept you from tipping over the edge was the consuming desire to fill him completely. Ignore how his body was stretched out beyond reason to accommodate the massive size difference, you weren't completely inside him yet. He could still be fuller.
You let out a primal grunt as you slammed down into his fragile body again. A little bit more. You pushed your cock deeper and deeper into his small body. Finally Nephite, who was absolutely drunk on lust and succubus magic, let out a pathetic hoarse sob. Your tip rested against his cervix, nestled so deeply inside his body, and your heavy balls were flush against his ass. Your bodies were completely joined, it felt like every inch of your skin was touching him. You were both unsure where one of you began and the other ended, minds, bodies, souls intertwined in a filthy union. You couldn't think of anything anymore, words were lost on you as you grunted animalistically.
Cum erupted into his womb staining his formerly virgin walls white with thick ropes. The mark on his stomach glowed a deep pink as the tank filled a little bit. Pink smoke seemed to fill the room and encircle your bodies but you were both too far gone at this point. The smoke filled your lungs and like a man possessed you began a rough animalistic pace. You fucked into Nephite so hard you could have shattered his hips. But you and him were too far away from the physical reality of your violent mating. You were too busy devouring his soul and staining every bit of him in your colors and he was drowning in you.
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That night you impregnated him with two orc pups starting your happy family with a bang. After his chest had swollen heavy with milk you had forced him to get a new marking that acted as a seal forcing his chest to always be full. He looked very different from the thin pathetic little elf you had captured, now he was always swollen with pregnancy and his tits always leaked milk. He would come with you on expeditions to capture more elves, he was such a good example of the life waiting for them. He would bounce on your cock while his tits leaked milk and he rubbed his glowing pink marking. He was much happier this way.
pls pls expand on the warrior yan and breeding kink it was saur hot😝
Yandere Warrior x Demon Lord Reader
**warning: implied sex, trans character, yandere behavior, abandonment
Here he is! After the poll it was decided his name would be Rowan hope you enjoy him! I’ve been pretty busy lately but I’ll try and get to writing his info sheet soon.
As far as his breeding kink feel free to request it separately if you want one since I didn’t think it would fit in his introduction.
The door slams open as a face you're all too familiar with bursts in. “Surrender foul fiend and prepare to die for today I shall finally defeat you!”
Great here he goes again…
You still rember the first time he was sent by that annoying church to kill you. Rowan and his little party came charging into your throne room and proclaimed themselves chosen by god to slay you. But like all those before them that sought to cause harm to you crushed them easily. You weren't able to see how he looked when you defeated him but you can only imagine the look of hopelessness he must have shown. Normally it would have ended right there, they would leave and never return.
But unfortunately for you Rowan is not what you would call normal. He kept coming back even as his party members stopped appearing with him he never relented. Still you've noticed lately he has been appearing more frequently. Before it would be months until he showed up again. Lately it's almost every day you see him.
Today is no different as always he appeared at his usual time, sword glowing with holy light as he charged at you with it. But with a flick of your hand he is suddenly thrown across the room and slammed into the nearest wall.
Usually he would spring up quickly and attempt to attack you once more but this time it takes him far longer to recover. You notice how he begins to pant heavily while standing up weakly. He takes a few shaky steps on hs quivering legs before suddenly collapsing to the ground. For a moment you think it might be a ploy to lower your guard so he can attack you. Yet his flustered body shows zero signs of getting up.
Cautiously you walk towards him and a sweet smell hits your nose that only gets stronger as you get closer to his shivering form. “N-no you're not supposed to see me like this…” With a sniffle he reaches up and clutches the fabric of your cape as lets out sobs. “Go a-away!” He says despite being the one clinging to you. “Uh… Are you okay?” Well great job idiot he's obviously not, what do you even do to help sick humans?
Your eyes widen as he brings you down to the ground with an impressive amount of strength for his current state. With tears in his eyes he keeps his hold on your clothes, bunching the fabric up in his hands. “It hurts…” He whines out his sword now long forgotten in favor of clinging to you.
“Oh um sorry? You uh usually are fine after our fights... Where exactly did you get hurt?” You have to take a moment to check if you're dreaming or not as the boy brings your hand to his crotch. The fabric feels wet and you can only assume how soaked he must be for even his outer layer to be like this. “H-hurts here, i-it's my heat… ever since I got k-k-kicked out of the church I haven’t been able to take care of t-them properly so it’s built up…” He nuzzles into your neck as he attempts to hump your hand with a whimper.
“We really shouldn’t-“ “Hnngh!” Your words fall onto deaf ears as he continues to fruitlessly grind against your hand while chasing an organism you can tell he’ll never get like this. “So what exactly happens if you don't fulfill your desire?”
“M-my holy power will keep building up… and i-if it grows any further, it will kill m-me.”
With a sigh you take your hand away making him let out a long pathetic whine, his hips buckling to try and chase your retreating hand. Your attempts to take his pants off are made difficult though with how much he is squirming. The shadows around you rise up and materialize in the form of tentacles that hold the boy down. With him restrained you are able to free his poor aching pussy, which is drooling freely and begins to leak slick all over your lap. Your hand rips through his armor like butter as you shed it from his form, replacing it instead with your tentacles that wrap themselves all around his form.
The rest of the night goes in a blur and next thing you know you are being woken up by a servant. A small imp demon no bigger than your head peers over you and lets out a happy chirp at seeing your eyes begin to open. But before you can thank the little demon a ray of holy magic is shot past your head. Glancing over a hickey ridden Rowan stares at the spot with a glare.
Feeling your gaze on him his expression completely shifts to a happy content one as he cuddles back up to you. “Jeez you should be more careful letting others touch you!” A pout forms on his face as he looks up at you. “Don’t tell me after being so rough with me last night you’ll just abandon me for some no named demon. You won’t right?”
Yeah you definitely have your work cut out for you, but at least he’s cute…
i wrote this with my dick. i didn't even mean to update this so soon after i wrote it but i was struck with divine inspiration and i had to.
this is literally just filth.
cw;; waterboarding, necrophilia, snuff, bruising, abuse, violence towards character, murder, assault, noncon, drugging, mind breaking, slight emetophobia, lots of strangling, blood, whipping, caning, slurs, nsfl,
i cannot stress enough that this is dead dove do not eat
the next time anyone saw your favorite streamer was on a shady porn site on the dark web. among videos of the worst humanity had to offer there was a video with his body in the thumbnail, the head obscured by something and his hands holding up a weak attempt at a peace sign. it was titled "bratty femboy is dying for cock". it was uploaded just a week after he vanished from the convention center.
the video opened with him in a tight little tube top, the tiniest skirt, and pretty thigh high socks. it was easy to mistake him for a girl at first glance, comments below would laugh about how there's no way he was ever a man. he was chained so his arms were above his head but not pulled too high. somehow he had the audacity to hurl insults at his captor.
the first slur had barely slipped past his lips when your disguised and obscured figure swung into view. a solid and painful punch landed right into his stomach knocking the air out of him. he coughed and heaved, barely getting his breath back to call his captor a fucking bastard. another punch to his stomach. this time he coughed up his own saliva. his face was getting wet from the hot tears of pain and fear streaming down his cheek and his drool dripping down his chin. the punching didn't stop.
after sometime of him being beaten the video cut.
when the camera came back to him again he was on a concrete floor. his stomach was clearly bruised and his eyes were red, cheeks still stained with tears. when you stepped closer to him he flinched, trying in vain to make himself so small you wouldn't see. it was useless with the camera pointed right at him.
your cock slapped against his face and he jumped with a pathetic whine. your distorted voice ordered him to suck and he began to cry please no. he stopped when he saw you raise your hand. his kitten licks were pathetic, his mouth was small and the way his teeth kept knocking into you hurt. it was a wonder you ever came at all. he coughed and spat it out all over the floor.
the video cut again.
this time he was tied down to a table with a cloth over his face. the camera was angled between his legs so it got a good shot of his small cock that now stood at attention. there was a syringe of something, one could only assume aphrodisiacs, nearby.
you came into view holding a slightly trickling water hose. a sound was heard and the hose began to rush, his small body jerked at the sound. your other hand came into view and you held the cloth in place for a few seconds. before you held the hose over his face. immediately he began to squirm and fight and writhe as he stopped being able to breathe. his cock was obviously leaking precum. you removed the hose and the cloth letting him desperately try to catch his breath. once his body stopped violently shaking you reapplied the cloth. then came the hose. the cycle repeating until his red and aching cock came violently while being waterboarded.
as the cloth was taken away for the last time you could hear him sob. "please, i don wanna die."
the video cut.
now he was in a clean new set of girly clothes. he still looked frightened but under his skirt you could clearly see his bulge.
your distorted voice spoke from behind the camera. "say it."
he nervously fiddled with his skirt before taking a deep breath and talking with a shakey voice. "hi everyone.... i know you all wonder where ive been.. uh actually ive been- ive... ive been j-jacking off with my pathetic little shri-shrimp dick. i really... i really like sn-snuff porn now.. haha... wouldn't it be....no.. no i-"
the camera cut again.
this time the scene was clearly just a little bit after the last. he had a new bruise on his face and he was sitting in front of a big screen. on the screen there was some of the violent and disturbing snuff films you could find on the website this was hosted on. amidst the sounds of death there was the loud buzz of a vibrator. he was sitting there holding a vibrator wand right against his sensitive little dick. his legs were shaking from pleasure but he was sobbing like he was in pain. you pointed to a pretty femboy just like him lying dead as his killer used his body. "this one always makes me think of you."
the video cut after he came.
the next scene his appearance had changed a bit more significantly. his cock was now locked in a small cage that made it look like it wasn't even there. he was shaking and trembling but not like he was afraid but more like a drug addict jonesing for their next hit. he had more bruises on his body and there were bags under his eyes. he begged in a pathetic voice for his captor to give him something.
he dropped to his knees obediently as you walked towards him. you stepped behind him and wrapped a belt around his neck. then your cock slapped his face. there were practically hearts in his eyes as he took your thick cock into his mouth with much more skill. you didn't give much of a chance to show off his improvement though as you slammed into the back of his throat. you gripped the ends of the belt and began to pull tight. he audibly started to gag as his breathing was restricted. you used the belt as leverage to fuck his throat. his face was turning red. you didn't stop until you came.
to your visible disappointment he coughed and wretched up your cum as his lungs fought for air.
the video cut.
once again he was chained up, this time his hands were held high above his head. there were small cuts all across his body and the source soon became obvious as a whipping cane slapped across his body. he let out a pathetic sob as a new cut appeared where the cane had hit. again. he sobbed louder as the cane hit a different cut.
"pleashe im shorry im shorry im shoo-" his annoying crying was cut off by another smack.
"say it." you ordered.
you paused only to give him a chance to do whatever it was you wanted but instead he kept crying. comments around this part laughed about how he was such a little bitch.
more cuts, more whippings, more screams, more sobbing. despite how much he looked like he hated it his still caged cock was making a wet mess of precum all over his thighs like a girl. something about his body, his mind, was changing significantly. it was obvious that against his will he was becoming a masochist who got off on his own pain.
the video cut without him fulfilling his order.
the next scene he was in a new place in new clothes, if you didn't know better you might also believe he had escaped. he sat on a soft plush bed, daintily closing his legs and acting like an innocent girl. he smiled sheepishly at the camera, a small blush across his cheeks.
"go on" your distorted voice was softer than it had been previously.
"I'm nervous..." he replied, hands fiddling in his lap.
"you asked for this." you replied.
"yeah.. im... mm..." he took a deep breath to gather himself.
"hi everyone... it's hard to believe its only been 6 days since ive been here. ive been working really hard. ive heard you're all super worried about me... thats why he asked me to make you this before... well... the truth is..."
the look in his eyes changed from one of innocence to something more deranged. whatever last bit of him that had been fighting had broken. "im actually a gross filthy faggot! im a disgusting snuffbait fag who dreams of being assaulted and killed by any disgusting freak who wants me!!"
he started to do a demented crawl closer to the camera. it followed him until he was almost pressed against it. "hey hey... you guys.... you'll watch right? you're all going to watch me lose my virginity and die brutally right?"
the camera cut.
it seemed like a different camera, one now attached to the camera man. he was laying in bed, his pretty hair around his head like a halo. you could also see the captor, your body, in a point of view shot. you were pressed against him, his ass nestled right against your cock, with his legs around your waist. now you could see him doing the peace sign from the thumbnail, though his hands were holding perfect peace signs still. that would change soon.
you rubbed your cock against his tight virgin ass, a clear layer of lube coated your cock. the excitement in his smaller body was palpable. his eyes had hearts in them. you lined your tip with his entrance as he began to babble.
you slapped him hard across the face, so hard you could see him get dizzy. "stop getting ahead of yourself."
"ssssorrryyyy~" he moaned, his still caged cock was once again making a sticky mess like a girl.
"please fuck my sissy ass💖 please take my virginity and make me a real snuff fag💖"
it didn't take any more than that as your thick cock pressed into the firm ring of muscle. he moaned in delight as his eyes rolled back. he tried to cry out yes but you slapped a hand over his mouth.
it was clear that you were just as overwhelmed as he was by the feeling. it looked like you fought with yourself for a minute, deciding between being gentle and fucking him the way your body demanded. the later won.
you flipped him onto his stomach and slid your cock right back into that velvety tightness. you kept one hand clasped over his mouth, using his head as a leverage as you began an absolutely brutal pace. the bed creaked and shook with every powerful thrust. underneath of you his eyes were rolling back and if he could cum or scream he'd be doing both. you were fucking him like a wild animal. pounding him so violent and relentless. your muscles were sore and aching from use.
and then like a single drop of animalistic clarity in this chaotic mess your original fantasy, your goal, clicked in your mind. you need to kill him. you need to feel him die on your cock. you let go of his mouth to wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a tight headlock. immediately you could feel it, feel his body be receptive to the purpose you gave it. he tightened up. his mind became empty. his body was growing limp as his face got redder and redder.
the video cut.
the next shot, the final shot, was a shot of his limp lifeless body, cum still leaking out of his used hole.
the video ended.
you chose not to show that he was still breathing, that you kept him alive. he was your personal little snuffdoll now.
and the person who "killed" him? well obviously it was the troll you'd met before. a little bit of forged evidence and a lot of anonymous tips and statements from your fellow groupies and it was easy to make it all look like him.
SOLD TO THE WAYNE FAMILY
⤿ oneshot preview ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
The soft pitter patter of rain against the windows of Wayne Manor takes your mother out of her daze. She shakes her head and blinks slowly, intoxication heavy on her breath. Her mouth is plagued with the one to many drinks she consumed the night prior.
Her legs wobble as she stands. The cheap heels she’s wearing don’t help the balance issues either.
She hobbles over to a nearby table where her phone is sitting. Next to it is a small note written on high quality white paper embellished with gold. She gently picks up the slip, narrowing her eyes onto the text.
“Dear ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
here is a down payment for my purchase last night.”
She cocks her eyebrow, her focus taken from the note straight to the possibility of money, “Purchase, what purchase?” Your mother’s voice is pained with a grovel, making the smoke caked into her lungs obvious. She continues to look around until finding a small stack of money. All Benjamins, totalling to roughly $5,000.
She moves back to the card, skimming the rest of the words.
“The rest of your payment will be coming soon. If the contract needs to be edited further please contact me with the information on the back of this card.
The legal adoption papers are coming. As per our agreement you will sign them and then cut off contact with your child permanently. I promise they will be safe with me.
Sincerely,
Bruce Wayne"
Bruce Wayne? What happened last night for her to have sold something to a billionaire. Your mother couldn’t possibly have anything valuable enough for someone with as much wealth as Bruce Wayne would want to buy it.
Right?
Just a teensy tiny treat for you guys...(cause i have no idea for what to do for chapter two of the main story...DIES) this oneshot is essentially gonna be a prologue (its how your mom sold you to Bruce lmao)
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Hear me out . Invincible variants with a powerfull (scarlet watch powers maybe ?) reader that's just pure chaotic evil like am talking world destroying unhinged .
She doesn't care about anything other than getting pure entertainment from the suffering of others . She doesn't care about conquering world or managing the viltrumite empire . Just wanna be out there causing as much chaos as physically and mentally possible for her .
I just know some of the variants would love to have a woman like her on their side .Well some of the others would try and do anything possible to try and tame her .
Inside a dingy little cell in an abandoned asylum, Samantha Eve Wilkins was forced to stand by the chains on her wrists, digging into the flesh of her arms as they kept her upright. This room was empty except for her and the pulley contraption keeping her in place. There were no guards, no special machine or cameras to monitor her. The door wasn’t even locked. It was her captors’ unique way of reminding her that she was no threat. She wasn’t worth jack shit.
She couldn’t remember how long they’ve been keeping her here. There was no clock or window, and she found herself fading in and out of consciousness far too often to rely on her circadian rhythm to tell the time. Her meals weren’t regular either, sometimes a random person would walk in and force a disgusting broth down her throat, leave for what, thirty, maybe forty minutes, then come back; other times she was left without anything to eat for so long she passed out standing.
She thought back to where it all started, or better yet, back to who started it all–
You weren’t like anything Earth has seen before. You arrived one day and just started destroying everything. Immortal and the other veteran heroes came to stop you, but it was embarrassing how they couldn’t even land a single blow. When Immortal sought diplomacy in an act of desperation, you snapped your fingers and he was just…gone. The GDA threw everything they could, but you made quick work of them too, throwing their quantum bombs back at them and smiling faintly the entire time.
Eve and the Resistance she formed spent a year formulating a plan to defeat you. But one day, one hot and humid day, while her team stood around their makeshift war room, you appeared out of nowhere. She remembered how stiff her bones became at the mere sight of you. You were smiling at them like a child who poured water on ant hills to see “what would happen.”
“I’m not here to kill you,” you kindly reassured them, tracing a finger on one of their blueprints. “But here’s a tip: my real bedroom is on the fifth floor, not the third.”
When it was time to finally attack, you gave them a look of disappointment. “Is this it?”
Eve gave everything she had until the day you killed her. When her powers brought her back to life she woke up here.
“It’s truly disappointing,” your voice interrupted her train of thoughts. She didn’t even notice you coming in.
And you were here with him. Your alleged “bodyguard.” You didn’t actually need anyone protecting you, but this man followed you around and slaughtered anyone that even glanced at you the wrong way.
His eyes weren’t on her but on you. He was always looking at you. It disgusted Eve how much affection his gaze carried, like you hung the moon and stars.
You clicked your tongue. “You had the ability to manipulate matter on a sub-atomic scale and you used it for what, flying? Making pink shields? I thought I found someone who could entertain me for a while longer, but I haven’t even done much and you’re already this hopeless.” You sighed dramatically. “I guess I’m cursed to be alone.”
The man put a hand over your shoulder and you gave him a smile–a true smile–and patted his cheek. “I’m joking, sweetie.”
Eve found her voice and snidely remarked, “You really are a match made in Hell.”
Like two meerkats, you and your lover glanced at her at the same time. He seemed displeased. But you just laughed and walked over to her. “I do like the sound of that.” You waved your hand and her head exploded. Her blood stopped before it could touch you, they remained suspended in the air like deep red marbles.
“What if she comes back?” He asked. “You killed her over a thousand times before and she recovered every time.”
“Your analytical skills require work, Mark.” The blood marbles lost their shape as they finally fell with gravity. “Think back to all those times I tortured her, I always left her with a partially intact skull at least.”
You raised your knee and then stomped down hard on the gray and white matter scattered in the blood. “But even she can’t come back without a brain.”
The truest definition of a match made in Hell. If there is such a thing as soulmates then you two are proof of that. Designing a species-specific zombie virus? Leave the spreading to him! Death games that force superheroes to kill each other? He’ll be the best enforcer ever! Stealing someone else’s dog? He has your back! He has ripped children out of their mothers’ bellies for your “experiments,” made millions kneel to your name, ravaged planets by your side–there are few lines he will not cross for you.
NO GOGGLES, head cap, mohawk, shiesty, sinister
He doesn’t understand your obsession. He wished he could get it, that he could let go of his humanity and allow you to fill the void it leaves, but it’s not that easy to change. Even with everything he’s suffered, he still finds himself hoping, yearning for a better and peaceful world where you two can be happy. But he hides that hope, snuffing it almost as much as you do. If being a monster is what it takes to have you in his life then he will throw away everything.
FULL MASK, maskless, prisoner
He’s much more stringent than the others. There are limits to how many cities you can level and who you are allowed to hurt. The people who get sucked into your madness beg him for help thinking he’s a hero, but the truth is that he simply does not derive pleasure from torture. He doesn’t join in on your “fun,” usually he’s just there, watching over you. He keeps a loose leash, not because he cares about the lives of mere ants, but because even he knows the folly in being a king without a kingdom.
FLAXAN, omni-mark, viltrumite, target
a/n: I kept humming the chorus to Evil Love while I wrote this lololol
Some say that evil isn’t birthed but made, there is always an exception to the rule and it was you.
Your father always knew you would be like him, special but misunderstood. He could see it in your eyes, that glint, always in need of violence and not a simple fight but blood, suffering and death.
It started with some insects you found in the garden, a cricket ? You removed a leg and looked with wide eyes as it frantically tried to escape, the panicked movement of it’s legs were hypnotizing. Then came the ants, so many possibilities ! Crushing them, microwaving a few or feeding some to a spider.
It’s almost like you could taste it, the impending doom. The final moments of life and it was intoxicating.
Death was fascinating to you, people feared it but you always loved the morbid, what did people felt during their last moments ? What does death feel like ? You would give so much to see the life leaving their eyes, hearing their last heartbeat or their final breath.
You soon discovered that prolonging the suffering was another source of anguish, instead of ending it quickly, why not torture these poor insects more ? You were flooding ants hill, burning a moth’s wings and tore legs from centipedes and you could only wonder how the pain felt like, such monstrous curiosity !
Your father noticed and he couldn’t be more proud of you, you were an Afton ! More than that, you were both alike, cruel and merciless but he always told you it was normal.
It truly started during middle school, you brought a bird you captured and showed your classmates the funny noise it made when you snapped some of it’s bones.
They didn’t understand, how silly of them. “you are hurting it !” they said, “it’s cruel !” they exclaimed.
You showed them how to play the game.
You broke the boy’s arm and he screamed, such a beautiful noise. You snapped the girl’s wrist and she cried out in pain, music to your ears. Only one of them understood, a pale girl calling herself Jane and you were glad to finally have a normal friend.
The teachers came running only to find you and Jane peacefully talking while two children were on the ground crying, safe to say you were almost expelled but your father was quite charismatic, he assured them that you were only defending yourself after these mean children dared to hurt your bird, and it was true ! Even Jane defended you and you were eternally thankful for that.
Your father was happy about this development, even at such a young age you already fought someone and won. In public he scolded you harshly but at home ? He hugged you and told you how great you did.
“Reader, you will be even better than me one day, you will show them what it means to be an Afton and I cannot ask for anything better from my son.” he told you warmly as he showed you the workshop he was spending most of his time in.
It was full of blueprint and metallic suits resembling animals. You were to young to understand most of it but you liked the yellow rabbit suit, you excitedly jumped around asking him to have it. “Grow a bit son, and I’ll gladly give it to you.” He smiled as you looked at the suit.
Other children at school were terrified of you and Jane, she told you that it was because of the two children you brutalized earlier in the year but you didn’t care, you had a friend and it was all that mattered.
She introduced you to her family and they were wary of you, much to her chagrin as her parents always pressed her to find a friend, although you did hear some joke that she finally found a boyfriend.
“Boyfriend, what is that ?” you asked confused, you were a boy and her friend so why was she blushing ?
“it’s nothing” she tried to play it off but she was obviously embarrassed, luckily for her you didn’t understand that word yet.
The darkness grows :
Middle school went without much incident as your father insisted on you not getting into trouble, he wouldn’t always be there to get you out of trouble and you needed to lay a low profile. “I know son, you want violence, you crave it but for now. Stay quiet and calm alright ?”
High school was a playground for you, your father taught you to control yourself more and Jane was with you in class, you two often fought during sport class and you both loved it. She was fast and moved with such class, it was hypnotizing, like watching a ballet dancer.
You still got into some trouble but it was easier to get away with it, just teenagers messing with each other right ? How wrong they were, the school staff never knew. How could they ?
It started with another guy, he was getting close with Jane and you didn’t understand that feeling in your chest, a weight on your heart while your feelings were confused. Why were you feeling like this ? They were just talking but you didn’t like that so you got rid of him.
It was pathetically easy, he ran fast but you were faster. You had to do it quickly since you were supposed to be at Jane’s house for a sleepover and she was covering for your absence, she didn’t like him either and unfortunately for him, You both had the same idea: killing him.
the poor boy never got a chance to scream, you covered his mouth and slowly sank the blade in his chest. The haunted look in his eyes was intoxicating. It was an exhilarating experience, one that you wanted to try again.
The walk back to her home was quiet but unique, you had just killed someone. You climbed back to her room and changed into some pajamas instead of the clothes you used during the chase and Jane simply asked “how was it ?”.
She knew how the first time felt when killing someone and she was eager to know how you felt. “I can’t say, excited, scared and asking for more I would say” you replied as you sat on the bed, she could practically feel the excitement rolling off of you in waves.
She smiled as she looked at her nails, “I figured you would be, it was similar for me.” you smiled at her “you always know what to say, who was your first victim ?” you asked her with interest, this was the first time you truly spoke openly about killing.
“A girl who made fun of me during the summer, I did it the night before we left the camping. Poor girl fought and thrashed but I managed to cut into her guts, she was bleeding too much and begged for me to call someone, I waited until she died and even when she was looking at me in her final moments I did nothing to help her. Seeing the light leave her eyes was something words cannot describe.”
Jane explained it to you while reading a book and it was the moment you two realized something. you weren’t just the same, you were meant for each other. It wouldn’t be long until you would both act on these feelings.
The two of you didn’t know it yet but killing this boy would set a terrible chain of events written in blood and vengeance. Events whose consequences will forever haunt Gotham.
Then came the prom, you were nervous and you didn’t know how to ask Jane out. Your father was an absolute tease about it but he gave you some solid advice (and an outfit that rocked, thanks dad) on how to resolve the situation. Listening to him and your heart you asked her and she jumped in your arm, it was rare for her to be this expressive but she kissed you and told you that she’d be more than happy to accompany you to the prom.
The day of the prom was magical for the both of you, you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw her in her dress, a beautiful black dress with silver lines all over it while her hair was a flowing river of black strands. She wasn’t one for jewelry but she wore a magnificent golden necklace that compliment her dark dress.
It felt like the rest of the room didn’t matter when you saw her enter the Prom, you made your way toward her and you suddenly felt nervous with your purple costume but she found it to be exquisite on you. You didn’t know what to do or say until a stupid idea came to mind.
“Want to dance ? Jonah is the DJ and I know he has some good tunes to play.” it sounded better in your head but to hell with caution, now was the time to spend some quality time with her and show the school was the two of you were made of !
She took your hand and you headed toward the dance floor, it started with a few energetic song and the two of you were killing it ! The synergy was perfect between you two, laughing and dancing like there was no tomorrow.
You were having fun until Jonah decided to play something slower and romantic, you sheepishly told Jane you didn’t know how to dance on these type of songs and she gave you a small smile.
“Don’t worry and follow my lead.” you tried and you stepped on her feet a few time with her joking that you wanted to kill her shoes, you joked back and told her that dancing like you were was punishment enough.
Quickly enough you two were leading the dance, you saw some jealous glances from other students you snickered and Jane followed your gaze. “let them watch, it’s the two of us today” she told you quietly and she was right, it felt like all the light were on you and the room didn’t exist.
It was honestly a magical dance for the two of you, you were lost in her eyes, her beautiful black orbs. You could look at her eyes for hours and in that single instant no one else mattered in the world as you finished the dance with a spin.
People clapped and you decided to take the lead, you looked at Jane and… the two of you kissed there. It was honestly special, you never knew such a simple action was so good, so meaningful. People didn’t believe it, the outcast with Jane ? The mysterious Jane chose the creepy kid ?
You wanted to shut them up the hard way but Jane stilled your hand, “ignore them, let them be jealous and let’s grab something to drink” she told you as she gave a glare to some of the boys.
The Prom ended on a good note, a few more dance with friends and some drink that teenagers definitely shouldn’t drink. You decided to walk back home with her and you stopped at a park, she held your hand the whole time and you just took the time to talk about anything and everything.
It was refreshing to be honest, in that moment you both got to be who you truly were. “I had fun today, you were mesmerizing.” you told her, sitting on a bench and tilting your head on her shoulder.
She tilted back, her hair tickling your skin “I had fun too, who knew you were such a good dancer ? You should dance with my uncle, he loves disco and rock.”
“sounds like fun, count me in” you squeezed her hand and looked at the night sky, all the stars were looking down on you two. “I love you Jane, from the day we met.”
she squeezed back and answered in a soft and melodious voice “I do too, I never want to live without you now.” you put an arm around her “I don’t plan on leaving, not now, not ever”.
A soul for a soul :
It started shortly before the end of summer and Jane’s departure for college, you would work with your father at his pizzeria while she would leave for college so as a gift before she left you gifted her a guitar, your guitar.
She smiled and promised to treasure it, you offered to teach her whenever she got time and she jumped in your arm, “do you plan to embarrass me like I embarrassed you at the Prom ?” she teased you, a malicious grin plastered on her face.
“Keep laughing Jane but I know something I excel at and you don’t”. Your smirk should’ve been a red flag but she made the fatal mistake of indulging her curiosity.
“ho ? Pray tell what are you an expert of ?” she never saw it coming, you ruffled her hair and ruined her haircut, a look of horror and anger on her face while yours was all smile and smugness.
“Pranking you ! Bye Jane ! I have something urgent to do !” you ran off before she flew in a terrible rage, yelling all sort of terrible curses on your name while her family laughed and teased the poor girl.
The last few weeks before she left were peaceful, your father taught you how to repair the suits, wear them and even entertain the customer with your guitar, you were quite popular in that bunny suit ! This job wasn’t the best but you had enough free time to not think about the boredom too much.
That peace was merely the calm before the storm, the terrible harsh storm that threw both of your lives upside down.
It happened the weekend before she was supposed to leave, her house was broken into and someone poured gasoline inside the house then lit it on fire, the firefighters present that day have no idea how she survived but if the broken leg was any indication she jumped from her room even as she was burning, the fall broke her legs and they arrived just in time to extinguish her.
The GCPD was quick to dispatch a unit on the site to start an investigation, among them was a cop named Jim Gordon. He didn’t know it yet but this case would haunt him for the rest of his days. Meanwhile you learned of it in the morning on the radio and you didn’t believe it, you must’ve heard wrong.
You skipped work much to your father’s confusion and you were greeted with a crime scene and a team of cops surrounding the place but worst of all were the bodies, was Jane one of them ?
Gordon looked at the crime scene for what felt hours until he saw you arrive, panicking and visibly shaken by the bodies around or maybe you hoped someone wasn’t among these victims ? He approached you and lead you away from the house.
“Kid, I… are you from the family or do you know them ?” he asked as gently as he could but you quickly answered.
“No I… I’m… look I’m the boyfriend of a girl who lives here, Jane is her name. Is she here ? Or maybe she’s safe and- I can’t lose her now !” he could tell you where scared but he did have one good news for you.
“She is safe, a tall girl with pale skin and black hair ? She was taken to the hospital not too long ago, someone can take you there.” You felt immense relief at this, you thanked him and left with another officer.
The ride to the hospital was the longest and most atrocious ride of your life, how did this happen ? WHO did this and why ? You didn’t know but they would pay, you swore as your sadness turned to anger.
Walking to her room was even worse, what were you going to see ? You tried to hope for the best, maybe she escaped the fire in time ? Maybe her injuries weren’t too bad ? You soon realized it was foolish when you entered her room and saw Jane with an older man inside, it was her uncle but the most glaring issue was the state Jane was in.
Her skin was burned a lot, her hair suffered the same treatment and she was a shell of herself as she was quietly sobbing into her hands and couldn’t meet anyone’s face, much less your own.
“no…” she muttered when you entered, “don’t look at me please…”. She tried to hide herself more but whined because of the pain.
You rushed to her side, barely acknowledging her uncle who gave you two some space. “Jane… I… how are you feeling ?” you took her hands in your and they were oddly warm despite the cracked skin she now possessed.
You both held each other for a while until she whispered in your ears, her voice no longer as charming and confident like it once was but a fragile and scared whimper “Who do you think did it ?”
You thought hard about her question but didn’t really have an answer, you don’t remember offending someone this much. The only thing you remembered was an investigation about someone killed a few month ago, nothing was found but the family swore revenge.
“Jane, do you remember that investigation that was on the news maybe 6 or 7 month ago ? People looking after a murderer or looking for revenge ?” you saw her face then, burned and cracked but angry, the type of anger that you still feel to this day.
“yes…” she trembled in pain, “I believe so, I don’t remember the figure in the house clearly but I saw them when jumping from the window. Someone did it on purpose”
A bit after that a police officer came in to ask her some question, one of them was if she saw the assailant or could point out anything about them.
“It was a tall figure, I didn’t see much after jumping and burning but I am sure it was a very dark hair, black or dark brown. They were also tall and broad, someone who is doing a lot of training at the gym I would say”
“Miss Jane, you have a… reputation around town, many students wanted to be with you during school. Did one of them try to flirt with you or didn’t take a rejection kindly ?”
You both knew, you killed a guy during a sleepover and now his family burned Jane’s house and family as revenge. You both knew, they wanted her dead.
“Gary…” you started “it’s fucking Gary ! Jealous asshole that he is ! I remember someone from his family hitting on her a while back, must be a brother or cousin. He was killed soon after if I recall” you were lying, you recalled it very well. After all it was you who killed him.
The cop noted everything “Are you accusing him of the fire ?” he asked.
“I… I don’t know but his haircut, hair color and hell even his stature matches what Jane said.” you deflected, you couldn’t attract attention too much now that the murder was on the table.
After a few more questions he left and you soon had to leave as well, work was worse then it has ever been. You had to deal with customers complaining about the show and had to work more in the bunny suit. Not that you complained but summer wasn’t a good time to wear a suit made of metal.
During your next few visits you also noticed how down Jane was, you took some metal scrap from the workshop and made her a mask resembling her old face, it was an ivory white with eyes as black and deep as obsidian.
You gave it to her and she was visibly surprised “You did this… for me ? I don’t know what to say.”
“Say nothing, I want to see you smile despite everything that happened, to see the Jane I know come back. It will take time to heal but I will be there with you.” She started tearing up and decided to put it on, she finally felt like herself once again.
She touched the mask and it felt like a second face to her, she hugged you despite the pain and thanked you, she couldn’t stop the teasing comment however “you give me back my face but I still lost your guitar in that fire”
you chuckled, it was a good sign that she managed to make jokes even now. “I'll never forgive you for the loss of my beloved guitar, how am I going to live without it ?” you dramatically fell on the ground after that much to her amusement.
Bloody retribution :
A year came by and Jane finally healed, although her skin would never truly recover and she would carry the pain from the fire forever, she was finally outside the hospital and lived with her uncle for now. You were still saddened to see her flinch from time to time.
Both of you wanted answer from the GCPD, did they know you killed that boy ? Was the family behind bars or in the process to be put there ?
You both raged when they told you that the trail had gone cold, with no cameras to support the evidence and a meager description wasn’t enough. In short they got off Scott-free but it wouldn’t stand, you both refused to let it be.
You both wanted blood, you both wanted to make them pay.
The plan was simple : go to their house, make them suffer, kill them and dispose of any evidence.
Jane would wait at your house while you secured a vehicle to go there along with tools necessary to break in the house if needed. On the day of the murder your father was proud of you, “show them who the Afton are, son and make them pay”.
You were determined and told him you’d do it, you prepared your bunnie suit and put it in the truck you stole from someone after killing them. Afterward you drove to your house and picked Jane up.
On the way she asked why you wanted to take the suit and you told her “I feel like myself when I put it on, almost as if I’m meant to wear it, I can’t explain it well but I just want to use it.” she nodded quietly, the ride was silent but full of anticipation and revenge.
Once there, you observed the house and everything was quiet. The truck stopped and you put on the suit, Jane had to admit it suited you, no pun intended. You felt like you could take on the world and with an axe in hand ? This family didn’t stand a chance.
“I want Gary, you do what you want with the rest but they all need to die, is this clear ?” she asked you, determination and anger radiated from her in waves.
“Loud and clear, I’ll get the parent while you get the big guy, you can do this despite the pain ?” you asked with a flicker of concern, she was technically still in recovery but she assured you she could do it.
With that she lock-picked the door and you quietly made your way inside despite wearing a cumbersome suit. The stairs creaked under your weight and she cursed you out for making too much noises which was followed by you giving her the middle finger.
You went deeper in the corridor, the darkness clinging to you like a shroud. Meanwhile Jane checked a room and found her target, unfortunately he woke up due to the creaking and threw himself at her thus starting the fight.
While she could handle herself with her knowledge on fighting she was still outmatched by Gary’s raw strength and a punch to her ribs sent her flying backward, she let him approach and sank her knife in his stomach.
Impossibly, he powered through the pain and threw her down the stairs, she feigned being taken down and waited for the occasion. It came when he grabbed her to turn her around and she drove her knife into his leg.
He screamed and she kicked the knife in his leg, driving it even deeper before she started choking him, despite all the hits she was still taking, the pain all over her body and Gary trying to free himself she told him “you almost got me and now you pay the price”.
With Gary dead it left his parents and anyone unfortunate enough to be in this house, you checked a few room but found nothing until you heard a door open “Gary is that you ? Why are you making so much noise ? Are you okay ?” a gentle voice asked.
It was his mother, she woke up because of the scream and decided to check it out, not wanting to wake up her husband she picked up a flashlight and then she saw it.
A monster, a rabbit towering over her armed with an axe, it’s mouth bloodied and glowing cold eyes instantly locked on her, it’s voice was the sounds of tombstone grinding together.
“I’m the fun one ! Come here and play !” It bellowed and ran at her, she screamed but before she could close the door the monster kicked it down and lodged his axe in her back. Her husband screamed in terror as this scene and tried to run for the rifle mounted on the wall.
He had little success as he felt two strong hand painfully gripping his shoulders as he was thrown against the wall with such force that he felt some of his bones crack, in between the hits he could see his wife with an axe in her back, she tried to move in vain, to escape that monster.
“Guess you’re much weaker than that piece of shit you call a son !” you screamed at him, he looked confused for a second before you opened the mouth of the suit, “fear not, you’ll join him soon” with that you crushed his head using the sheer pressure of the mouth and it’s system.
It showered you in blood inside the suit and you cringed at this but you wanted to try it, you turned your focus on his wife who was somehow still alive, she weakly begged for help before you harshly removed the axe from her back and violently shoved it again and again on her head and back.
When you stopped you looked at the room and it was a massacre, both of them looked like piles of meat while Gary was probably in a better shape, Jane was always more meticulous than you.
You came down to see her open another door and search around in panic, “someone is gone !” she tells you in anger, “we missed someone ! The window’s open and- there he is !” She pointed to the street.
You hurriedly look at the window to see a small boy run away from the house in total panic, “I'll get him ! You get rid of the truck and go home on foot okay ? I’ll deal with him” you told her and she nodded.
“Happy hunting” She winked at you and you left with a chuckle.
The boy was running for dear life, he heard his brother scream earlier and a monster walked past his room then he heard some noise in his parent’s room. He dared to run after a few minutes but the monster and a pale woman saw him.
Your footsteps were deliberately heavy, you wanted to startle him while chasing him, he was faster than you since you were wearing the suit but it didn’t matter, he would die tonight.
The poor boy didn’t know where to go as he ran down the street, his heart pounding in his ears as he heard the monster follow somewhere behind him, he spotted a building not too far away and decided to enter. Maybe he could hide until the monster left ?
On your end you were laughing, that kid didn’t have much time left and it spurned you on, almost enjoying this twisted hunt and excited for the moment when you’ll catch him.
The boy climbed in an open window and searched for a place to hide, this was an office building which offered plenty of cover and hiding spot, opening another door he stumbled inside a room with a desk and some closet, he closed the door behind him and hid in a random closet.
He was as quiet as a mouse but flinched when he heard a door being kicked and a cheery, haunting voice calling to him.
“I’m the fun one kid, come out and play ! I have so many fun games to do but I need a partner.” It was too cheery and it took everything in him to not cry, the event of the night catching up to him. He had to put his hand on his mouth to cover his sobs and whines of fear.
He heard the monster roam for a while, opening a door and sometime hearing a crash or something being thrown.
You kicked down the door to yet another office and angrily opened the cabinet, you readied your axe and- nothing, he wasn’t there. You angrily smashed your weapon on a desk and wondered where he could be, you missed the restroom and a cleaning room, he must be in one of them.
Checking the restroom yielded the same result and you sighed in frustration, if he wasn’t in that last room you were pretty sure that Jane would skin you alive for letting him escape. Your heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer to the boy’s hiding spot and he was terrified.
The door to the room opened and for a terrifying second, everything was quiet as he desperately tried to keep quiet but a sob left his mouth, it was all that you needed to find him. To his horror a yellow hand opened the closet and the monster looked at him, his grin too wide and his eyes glowed with malice.
The kid huddled closer to the corner and asked weakly “where are my parents” he looked down and didn’t dare meet your eyes. “Not far don’t worry, you’ll meet them soon enough” the monster said as he placed his hand on his shoulder, his grip was far from friendly.
Before the boy could react he was thrown out of the closet, he tried to get up but the foot of your suit pinned him in place, almost crushing his ribs.
“Sorry kid, wrong place and wrong family. Tell Gary that none of this would’ve happened if he didn’t burn Jane’s home and her family.” You swung your axe in a pendulum arc and decapitated him swiftly, his head rolling away from the body and leaving a blood trail behind it.
You stood still in the room for a moment, the events of the night catching up to you. It was exhilarating and you almost wanted to do it all again, seeing the light leave theirs eyes as you brutally kill them all.
With one last glance to the body, you leave the building. Walking back to your house after getting rid of the suit took long enough, you just wanted to sleep, unaware of the looming chaos…
Mortuus est monstrum. Surrexit aliud :
You should’ve known, Jane should’ve known but now the GCPD was focused on you because you didn’t know there were cameras in that building and didn’t even consider it. They didn’t see your face but the suit was a dead giveaway, they were only found in one place in the entire town : your father’s pizzeria.
For a while you managed to direct their attention elsewhere but you knew they got you, few had access to the maintenance room and even fewer knew how to use the suits without harming themselves and it left few suspects, among them you, your father and a handful of employees.
Jane felt terrible during this period, they questioned her since it was suspicious that the family suspected of burning down her home was dead even a year after the incident but she held strong, she played the card of the victim still recovering from the fire and it worked, medical employees agreed that even if she drove there, killing an entire family would be impossible for her so she was left out of the suspect pool.
She didn’t regret killing them but she regretted seeing you take the blame for it but you assured her it was better this way, her tears broke your heart and you knew you didn’t have long left. The media was going crazy over the case, going so far as to even give you a name “The Attraction”.
It happened sooner than you would’ve liked, the pizzeria was empty and you took this opportunity to work on the suit but you didn’t expect a team of cop to show up at the pizzeria, it was time for a fight and you wouldn’t go down easily.
You locked the fire escape and turned down the camera in the building, no need to add more charges to your already impressive case file.
You wore the suit and stood still in the maintenance room, hoping that one of them would enter and you could kill him there.
The three cops entered already nervous and shouted “Reader ! We are from the GCPD and in possession of a warrant for your arrest on the killings of the [NAME] family ! Come out with your hands up and slowly !”. Of course you weren’t there, it would’ve been too easy.
“Alright then we search the entire building, Fred you take this corridor and Jim you take the other one, I’ll go this way.”. Rookie mistake, they separated and Jeremy as he was called searched the dining room but nothing, his attention soon turned to the maintenance room, he felt nervous in this building, something wasn’t right.
He drew his gun and slowly walked to the maintenance door, he opens it and it’s full of various animatronics, he walked past a yellow rabbit suit and inspected some of the suits lining the walls. The door locked from behind him and he turned around only to see you standing there.
“Sta- Stay back ! Hands where I can see them !” He tried to reach for his firearm but he was trembling too much, this was all you needed to shove your axe in his head, splitting it in half and killing him instantly.
One down, you left the maintenance room and left in search of Fred, it led you to the arcade room. Sneaking in such a suit was difficult but you had experience, you entered the room but he suddenly tackled you from behind.
“I GOT HIM ! JIM, COME HELP ME.” he shouted, there goes the element of surprise. You got up and slapped him away from you, the weight of the suit and the slap to the face disoriented him and by when he recovered he tried to shoot you only for you to slam into him with full force.
You had to act quickly, you kicked his legs hoping to break them. He screamed in pain as you broke his wrist, grinning you readied your axe and slammed it in his abdomen just as the door of the arcade opened.
Jim Gordon thought he was ready for anything, it comes with youth some would say. But this ? This was new, you weren’t a normal criminal and he figured as such when he saw you standing over Fred’s body, he ran as soon as he heard him yell for help.
Police officer and killer stood face to face, you removed your axe and he cringed at the noise it made once pulled from his colleagues body. The grin of your suit unsettled him and it showed, he was trembling and he couldn’t keep a steady aim with his gun.
“It’s over now ! You are caught and cannot- cannot escape ! Remove this… suit you’re wearing and show me your hands !” Sweat ran down his forehead, you killed Jeremy and Fred, it was clear you wanted to fight and he couldn’t afford any mistakes.
“Scared, Gordon ? Who would’ve known it would end like this ? I honestly liked you, you’re a good cop but it’s a shame they sent you, I’ll enjoy it all the same however.” He didn’t know if your voice was somehow changed by the suit but it felt like sandpaper on his ears.
He nervously shifted and the room felt like it was closing in on him, “why ? Why did you kill this family, they were suspect and-”
“And you did nothing !” you pointed your axe at him in anger “I knew it was Gary and that his family paid the GCPD ! Corrupt pieces of shit they all were !”
Gordon retorted “and killing the entire family was necessary ? Slaughtering his parents and brutally executing his little brother was needed ? Your girlfriend was in pain and-”
Your eyes zeroed in on him with such anger “I did it for her, I killed them for her ! They died because they burned her and now… you are next Jim Gordon.”
He panicked when you tried to run at him with your axed raised and he didn't think twice, he shot you. The bullet staggered you as it hit your stomach, not a fatal wound but you still felt it.
You chuckled and raised your axe to throw it at him, “Nice shot Gordon, I’ll feel this one for a-” you stopped as a huge pain made itself know in your stomach. A loud SNAP was heard and you started screaming, the suit was folding back on you.
Every movement only worsened the pain, your belly was getting torn while your shoulder were pierced by the suit’s lock, the skin and muscle of your legs torn off as the parts dug into them to get back into position. Every organs unfortunate enough to be in the way was broken or torn up.
Gordon watched, horrified by the display and rooted to the spot but the macabre spectacle didn’t stop there. He watched as each movement you made only worsened your predicament and each scream more garbled and inhuman than the last.
With your legs torn apart you fell on the ground and the cavity of the suit pressed against your own chest, digging into your ribs and tearing the skin and bones as it went. Your back wasn’t luckier, your spine and hips were brutally skewered by the support of the suit as they folded inside you, forming a twisted spine.
Last came your arm and head, your arms were held in a death tight grip by the suit’s inner skeleton until it snapped your bones and violently dug into what remained of your arms while your head was partially turned to mush by the gears of the head allowing it to turn in various direction as they now lodged themselves in your cranium.
Throughout it all Gordon never made a move to help you, fear or relief at killing you ? You didn’t know but as the rest of your head was partially crushed you stared at him in your bloodshot eyes, was it desperation, anger or some twisted respect for getting killed by the cop who genuinely tried to help you and Jane in the beginning ?
It was an eternity for Gordon but the screams finally stopped, he left the room and was leaning against a wall, crying to himself. He was a failure, his colleagues died because of him and people died because he couldn’t recognize you as the threat you were when he first met you.
The next team of police officer found him crying against the wall, just pointing at the room when they asked him what happened and it didn’t take much for them to understand. It was a carnage, officer Fred stood dead with his chest open while you were on the ground with meat and blood leaking from your suit.
Gordon was escorted out while the medical staff did a quick autopsy on you, you were quickly pronounced dead as they determined the cause of your death : Spring-lock failure. A deadly phenomenon common to these types of suit.
Gordon’s shot to your stomach damaged the internal workings of the suit and caused a chain reaction further worsened by the excessive bleeding and panicked movement creating a deathtrap. Your remains were taken to the morgue for a more profound autopsy on what remained of you.
The news blew up when they learned of what happened, your father was interviewed and he claimed he didn’t know what you were planning, he never thought of you as a killer ! How could his own son do something like this ? His sadness at loosing you was clear as day.
Pictures of the aftermath where showed on television and journals alike, “The Attraction dead, it’s reign of terror finally over after a brutal fight at Freddy’s dinner and pizzeria. Officer Jim Gordon lauded as a hero for stopping the Attraction.”
Jane was swarmed by police officers and journalists, pressing and asking questions she frankly didn’t want to answer, you were dead and they were making a spectacle of your death. Just like your father she claimed she didn’t know you were a killer. She depicted you as a caring boyfriend, not the unhinged monster they claimed you were.
Jane screamed and cried when she first saw the news, hurling anything in her reach toward the nearest wall. Her uncle couldn’t stop her and her friends couldn’t cheer her up nor extinguish the burning hatred growing in her heart.
How dare they kill you ? Making a show of who you were and tarnishing your memories ? This wouldn’t stand and killing Gordon was the next step, he killed you and he was going to suffer for it.
It came as a surprise to her but your father decided to leave Gotham, the pizzeria would be closed and he couldn’t bear to stay in the city that took his son.
“Be strong for him Jane, he loved you dearly and I see why. He planned to marry you, you know ? He was panicking about it but the two of you could’ve spent the rest of your days together” he told her with a solemn face, he looked at her one last time and waved at her as he left in his car.
She watched him leave and cried, now she was truly alone. Her uncle couldn’t help her and she wanted blood, Gordon’s blood.
She could’ve done anything else, poisoning him, shooting him in public or even slicing his throat in his sleep but burning down his home felt poetic. She lost everything in a fire and now she was willing to die in a literal blaze of glory to find you again.
She left in secret one night as her uncle kept a tight watch on her since your death, not trusting her to leave due to her mental state. One jerrycan of fuel in one hand and a kitchen knife in another she set off for Gordon’s home.
The walk there had an air of finality for Jane, she knew this was the end of the road and savored everything on the way there. The cool air caressing her burnt skin, the moonlight reminding her of her own pale skin and finally the mask you made her. She wore it ever since, hating her skin once again and wanting to honor your memory by wearing it.
Once there she lock-picked the door and started to pour the fuel everywhere, her face was grim as she did so but strangely enough she was excited. Who said that vengeance was a dish served cold ?
Done with the ground floor she walked to the first floor and poured as much fuel as she could although she didn’t account on Gordon being woken up by the smell. “Who are you ? Hands in the air !” he demanded as he pointed his gun at her.
“Lucky I smelled this fuel you are pouring, I will repeat it again, who are you ?” he demanded again and Jane could see him trembling, maybe he had a nightmare or is scared to find someone in is home ? It doesn’t matter.
Her voice was the most melodious sound he ever heard, as if an angel was speaking to him. “I have no name, officer. Only a purpose and it is to punish you, to get revenge” Gordon was confused, revenge ? It took him a second to recognize her even with her mask but her voice was unmistakable.
“Miss Jane ?” he asked in disbelief, her masked face staring at him intently “Are you here for him ? He was dangerous !” he couldn’t see her face but her posture shifted, she was angry.
“I LOVED HIM AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME ! HE MEANT THE WORLD TO ME AND YOU GUNNED HIM DOWN AND WATCHED HIM DIE LIKE A DOG !” Jane screamed and she had trouble calming herself down.
Gordon couldn’t help but feel pity, he could’ve done something, anything but he chose to watch. “Miss Jane i-” he was distracted and she took the opportunity. She kicked the gun away from his hand and it landed on the ground floor, Gordon could barely react before another kick landed on his cheek and was thrown down the stairs.
“I will not give you any mercy, I’ll kill you Jim Gordon ! I’ll gut you like the pig you are !” she screamed at him while unleashing a flurry of punch on his body, Gordon had the advantage of endurance but he needed to act fast, they were both covered in fuel and it didn’t take a genius to guess what she was going to do with all of this.
He kicked her away and landed a nasty right hook to her jaw, slightly breaking her mask in the process, she looked shocked for a second before she recovered and twisted his hand when the next hook came.
He groaned but grabbed her arm to bring her towards him and used the momentum to knee her in the stomach, as she curled up from the blow he slammed both of his hand upon her spine, sending her crashing to the ground.
She rolled away from him and got up, visibly hurt by this combo, Gordon was making progress but Jane was clearly a trained fighter. She ran at him and send a kick to his shoulder, briefly disorienting him and she used his brief confusion to use her knife and slash his ribs.
He winced and now he was outmatched, he looked behind her and saw the gun near the couch, a plan formed in his mind and he ran at her to tackle her, it worked and before she could use her knife he kept a strong grip on her hand and punch her throat, forcing her to let go of her weapon.
He ran to the gun and quickly pointed it at her, she was on her knees and struggling to breath after the hit, she made no further move to get up. “I do not regret anything Jim Gordon, Gary's family took everything from me ! We both got revenge and I would kill them again if I had to.”
Gordon was confused, they did it together ? This explained why Gary’s wound were so different from the rest of family, they thought it was a quiet kill until Reader was spotted, forcing him to brutally execute them.
“You… you did it ? Both of you ? I don’t know what path in life forced you to become what you both became but if you turn yourself-” he was interrupted by her laugh.
“I want to die ! I don’t want to stay in this shitty world if he’s not by my side ! We were both the same, killers and we loved it ! This is our life, him and I, and you took him from me” she collapsed to the ground crying and laughing at the same time. A far cry from the composed and serious woman she usually is.
Gordon felt pity, he shouldn’t but he did anyway. “I am sorry, truly but it had to be done, he was dangerous and-”
“I don’t want to hear it, you are no better. You just have a badge to justify it while we are called insane and dangerous. It won’t matter soon.”
She removed her mask and he saw her burnt face, she was still beautiful despite the atrocities she went through. He saw her reach into her pocket and he reacted just in time. He shot her in the shoulder and she collapsed on the ground, not dead but she would need help.
“You need help ! You are just as insane as him !” He kept his gun on her and reached for the phone, he tried to call the GCPD but he gave her just enough time to reach the lighter. With a smile she started a flame and she laughed at the horrified look on his face.
“Die with me Gordon, there is a spot in hell for the three of us !” with that the lighter hit the ground and he barely had the time to jump through a window, even as she burned Jane was smiling, the flame engulfed her and Gordon didn’t know if what he was hearing were screams or laughter.
She smiled as she would be reunited with you and her family. She smiled as even if she failed to kill Gordon she knew this cursed city would eventually, and when that day come ? You and her would be waiting for him in Hell. With one last breath she died and headed for her final destination, the flame providing ample warmth for her soul to pass on.
Outside Gordon sighed, this case was finally over and closed. This was probably the worst case he had to deal with so far but even now, he still felt pity for her. Just another victim of Gotham’s cruelty, someone dealt a bad hand in life.
Speaking of bad hand and Gotham’s cruelty, he needed to look for a new home.
Death is not the end, far from it. For some it’s the beginning and the show must go on in Gotham. The dead still haunt the living from beyond the grave and these two dead will leave their mark on Gotham forever.
If I could, I would make a hot female character that’s just so evil, powerful and devious and then insert her into the JJK universe just so she can terrorize Sukuna. :)
