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When are you gonna do the "he just left" challenge for His Angel?? I'm really excited about that

Prank | His Angel

Pairing: College!Yn x CrimeBossl!Harry

WC: 2K

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The night had been perfect: takeout from Y/N's favorite Thai restaurant, a documentary about ancient civilizations that had fascinated them both, and hours of comfortable conversation interspersed with heated touches. As midnight approached, Harry's phone buzzed with the reminder that he couldn't stay wrapped in this bubble of normalcy forever.

Y/N watched the subtle shift in his demeanor, the way his shoulders straightened almost imperceptibly, his jaw setting into that hard line she recognized all too well. The mob boss was resurfacing, responsibilities calling him back to his other life.

"You have to go," she said, not a question but a statement of understanding. After a year together, she could read the signs.

Harry nodded, checking his watch, an understated but exquisitely crafted timepiece worth more than most people's cars. "Meeting at the docks. Can't be avoided."

Y/N sighed, but didn't argue. Instead, she rose from her position curled against his side and smoothly transitioned to straddling his lap, her hair falling in a curtain around them as she leaned in to press soft kisses along his jawline.

"You sure I can't convince you to stay?" she murmurs against his skin, her voice taking on that sultry tone that usually gets her whatever she wants. "The operation can wait a hour, can't it?"

Harry's hands tighten on her hips, his resolve wavering as she trails kisses down his neck. "Angel," he warns, though his voice lacks any real authority. "You know I have to go. This shipment is worth more than most people see in a lifetime."

Y/N pulls back to look at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. "Ugh," she sighs dramatically, sliding off his lap. "Fine. Go be terrifying elsewhere. I'll just be here... all alone... probably taking a bubble bath..."

Harry growled softly, clearly imagining the scene she was painting. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."

"That's the point," she replied with a mischievous grin, deliberately misinterpreting his words as she shifted her weight against the growing hardness beneath her.

Harry closed his eyes briefly, summoning his legendary self-control. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow," he promised, his voice rough with desire.

"You better," Y/N agreed, finally relenting and sliding off his lap to allow him to stand.

Harry stands, adjusting his jacket and running a hand through his hair to restore some semblance of order. "Stay in tonight," he commands, cupping her face to give her one last, lingering kiss. "Watch those terrible reality shows you love."

Y/N rolls her eyes but smiles. "They're not terrible, they're masterpieces of human drama."

Harry shakes his head with fond exasperation, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Lock the door behind me. I'll text you when I'm done."

Y/N smiled and blew him a kiss. "Be safe."

After he leaves, Y/N finds herself restless, the apartment feeling too quiet without Harry's commanding presence. She's channel surfing when a deliciously wicked idea strikes her. A grin spreads across her face as she picks up her phone, its been long enough for Harry to be in his car but not yet at the docks.

With barely contained giggles, she types out a message that she knows will send him into an absolute tailspin:

Hey, he just left. You can come over now ;)

She hits send and immediately dissolves into laughter, imagining his face when he reads it. Then she tosses her phone onto the couch and heads to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. The prank was harmless enough, Harry would think she was texting another man, get a little jealous, maybe call to confront her. She'd laugh it off, tell him it was a joke, and they'd move on.

Simple.

Her phone buzzes on the couch, but she's too far to notice.

WHO THE FUCK IS 'HE'?

Followed immediately by:

DON'T MOVE. I'M COMING BACK.

What she didn't anticipate was the sound of screeching tires outside her apartment building, barely fifteen minutes later, or the thundering footsteps in the hallway that could only belong to one person.

Her door burst open before she could process what was happening, the solid deadbolt splintering from the frame as if it were made of balsa wood rather than steel. Harry stood in the doorway, looking absolutely murderous. His usually perfectly styled hair is disheveled from running his hands through it, his green eyes wild with a combination of rage and something that might be fear. His chest is heaving like he's run a marathon instead of just up one flight of stairs.

"Harry!" she gasped, nearly dropping her wineglass in shock. "What the–"

But he wasn't looking at her. His eyes scanned the apartment with lethal precision, moving methodically from corner to corner as if hunting for prey.

"Where is he?" Harry demanded, his voice so low and dangerous it barely seemed human.

It took Y/N a moment to understand what was happening, and when realization dawned, a bubble of inappropriate laughter escaped her lips before she could stop it.

"Harry, there's no one here," she managed, setting down her wine as another laugh threatened to overtake her. "It was a joke. A prank text."

Harry's gaze snapped to her, his eyes darkened to a shade she'd never seen before, possessive, jealous, and absolutely furious. "A joke," he repeated, the word dropping like ice between them. "You think this is funny? You think sending me a text that suggests you're fucking someone else in the apartment I just left is amusing??"

Y/N's laughter died in her throat as she registered the genuine rage in his expression. This wasn't the mild annoyance she'd anticipated, this was something primal and dangerous.

"I–yes?" she offered weakly, suddenly realizing the magnitude of her miscalculation. "I thought you'd get a little jealous and call me, not break down my door!"

Without a word, he pushes past her into the apartment, his eyes scanning every corner like a predator searching for threats. He stalks toward the bedroom, throwing open the closet doors, checking under the bed, behind the curtains. His movements are sharp, efficient, deadly serious.

"Harry," Y/N calls softly, but he's already moved on to checking the bathroom, yanking back the shower curtain with enough force to nearly tear it from the rod.

He emerges from the bathroom, his jaw clenched tight, and heads for the kitchen. He opens every cabinet, checks behind the refrigerator, even crouches down to look under the small dining table.

"Harry, there's no one here," Y/N tries again, but he's not listening. He's moved on to testing the locks on her windows, examining them for signs of tampering.

Only when he's satisfied that every inch of her small apartment is secure does he turn to face her, and the expression on his face makes her remaining laughter die in her throat. His eyes are blazing with fury, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

"Where is he?" Harry demands, his voice low and deadly calm, the tone that makes grown men confess to crimes they didn't commit. "Where is the man you texted?"

Y/N bites her lip, suddenly realizing that her little prank might have gone too far. "Harry, it was just a joke, "

"A joke?" He steps closer, his presence filling the small space between them. "You thought it would be funny to make me think you were inviting another man into your bed the moment I left?"

His British accent is thicker now, the way it gets when he's truly angry, each word precisely enunciated and dripping with menace.

"I thought, I mean, I just wanted to see your reaction," Y/N stammers, backing up until she hits the wall. "It was supposed to be harmless."

"Harmless?" Harry braces his hands on either side of her head, caging her in. "I left an operation worth three million pounds to race back here because I thought someone was in your apartment. I was ready to kill whoever I found here with my bare hands."

Y/N's amusement evaporated entirely, replaced by a creeping sense of guilt as she took in the genuine hurt behind his anger. This wasn't just jealousy, she'd inadvertently struck at one of his deepest insecurities.

"I'm sorry," she said softly, taking a step toward him. "I didn't think you'd react like this. It was just supposed to be a silly prank."

Harry ran a hand through his hair, his jaw working as he visibly struggled to control his temper. "A prank," he repeated flatly. "Do you have any idea what went through my mind when I saw that text?"

Y/N winced. "I'm really sorry, Harry. I wasn't thinking."

"No, you weren't," he agreed, his voice still hard but some of the dangerous edge receding. "Do you know how many men I've had to warn off from even looking at you? How many have disappeared for daring to approach what's mine?"

The possessive declaration would have bothered her at any other time, but right now Y/N was more concerned with the hurt she'd caused than with challenging his choice of words.

"I know you can be...territorial," she said carefully. "I just didn't think you'd take it so seriously. I thought you'd know I was joking."

Harry's laugh was harsh and without humor. "Know you were joking? When it comes to you? I don't take chances, angel. Not with you."

He moved closer, until he was looming over her, his presence filling the room. "Let me make something perfectly clear. There is no universe where I would find the idea of another man touching you amusing. There is no scenario where I would laugh at the thought of someone else in your bed. That is not a line you cross with me. Ever."

The intensity of his declaration sent a shiver down Y/N's spine, part fear, part something else entirely. She'd known Harry was possessive, but seeing it manifested so viscerally was both terrifying and, shamefully, a little thrilling.

"I understand," she said quietly, meeting his gaze steadily. "And I really am sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to upset you like this."

Harry studied her face for a long moment, searching for something, sincerity, perhaps, or any sign of deception. Whatever he saw seemed to satisfy him, as some of the tension visibly drained from his shoulders.

"Right," he said finally, glancing at the shattered doorframe. "I'll have someone come fix that."

The reality of what she's done starts to sink in. This isn't just about jealousy, though she can see that burning in his eyes too. This is about the fact that she made him believe she was in danger, that someone had invaded the sanctuary he works so hard to keep safe for her.

"Harry, I'm sorry," she says quietly, reaching up to touch his face. "I didn't think–"

"No, you didn't think," he agrees harshly, not moving away from her touch but not softening either. "You didn't think about what that text would do to me. You didn't think about the fact that I have real enemies who would love nothing more than to hurt you to get to me."

Y/N can see the genuine distress beneath his anger now, the way his hands are trembling slightly against the wall, the rapid pulse beating in his throat.

"Baby," she whispers, using the endearment she reserves for when he's at his most vulnerable. "I'm so sorry. You're right, I should have thought it through."

Harry closes his eyes, taking a shuddering breath as he tries to regain his composure. "Do you have any idea what went through my mind when I read that text?" The things I imagined doing to whoever I thought was here?"

Y/N swallows hard, beginning to understand the true scope of her mistake. "I was just being playful. I wanted to tease you."

"There's a difference between teasing and making me believe you're betraying me," Harry says, opening his eyes to look at her directly. "There's a difference between a harmless prank and making me think someone was here who shouldn't be."

The weight of his words settles between them. In Harry's world, betrayal isn't just heartbreak, it's often a death sentence. And the idea of strange men in her apartment isn't just jealousy-inducing, it's genuinely dangerous.

"I fucked up," Y/N admits quietly. "I really, really fucked up. I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry stares at her for a long moment, then suddenly pulls her into his arms, holding her so tightly she can barely breathe.

"Don't ever do that again," he says fiercely against her hair. "Promise me you'll never do anything like that again."

Y/N nods against his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart gradually beginning to slow. "I promise. I swear to you, I will never do anything like that again."

They stand there for a long time, Harry holding her like she might disappear if he lets go, Y/N breathing in his familiar scent and feeling terrible about the fear she's caused him.

Finally, Harry pulls back enough to look at her. "My operation," he says suddenly, remembering. "Fuck, I need to get back to the docks."

Y/N nods, understanding. "Go. I'll be here when you get back, and I promise, no more texts unless they're actually from me about real things."

Harry studies her face for a moment, then nods. "We're going to talk about this more when I get back," he warns. "About boundaries, about what's funny and what's not in my world."

"Okay," Y/N agrees readily. "Whatever you need to feel better about this."

Harry kisses her once, hard and possessively, then heads for the door. "Close this behind me. And Y/N?" He pauses in the doorway. "The next time you want to tease me, maybe just send me a photo instead. Something that doesn't make me think I need to commit murder."

Despite everything, Y/N can't help but crack a small smile. "Noted."

After he leaves, Y/N closes the door around much as she can before she leans against it, finally understanding just how dangerous her little prank could have been, not just for some imaginary other man, but for Harry's peace of mind and their relationship. She makes a mental note to be much more careful with her humor in the future, especially when it involves the complex realities of loving a man whose world operates by rules she's still learning to understand.

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[karta-ri]

more twitter doodles of the study buddies

[mad-as-a-box-of-frogs]

If we're going to war, I need to be ready.

[mischievous-thunder]

Logie Bear's nesting btw

[bertolts]

“ You have everything. So hold on to it. Use two hands and never let go. You got it? ”

[ Posted here & Bluesky @ MadQueenMaddie ]

[celestialalpacaron]

To the twenty people asking me in my dms and in my ask box:

Yes you may draw fanart, make a cosplay, write a fanfic, make fan music of my Overlord Husk AU!

Just tag me when you finish because I’m nosy LOL So sorry that I can’t get to replying to everyone but I hope this answers that question LOL

Anyways here’s a Overlord Husk AU crumb sketch from my pocket sketchbook while I make you all wait for the main comic. The one and only Husk the Casino King, with his beloved King/Queen Angel, and their darling little prince FatNuggets 🥰

[jesuistrestriste]

bunny art… please… i need him so bad… 🤍

bunny!art who always needs to be close to you, burying his face in your neck or your chest or your thighs to maintain that precious skin-to-skin contact.

bunny!art who goes red in the face when embarrassed.. the bridge of his nose flushes the darkest, like the shade of a ripe strawberry, and it spreads out across his soft cheeks.

bunny!art who's always ready to touch and be touched. constantly grabbing at your hips and whimpering. he gets hard just from the sight of you, so it's to be expected that he regularly begs for your hand down his pants or his mouth on your arousal.

bunny!art who fucks you hard and fast as soon as he's able get himself buried inside you. hunching over you from behind and pummeling your aching core as his hips go a mile a minute. the rapid slapping of skin-on-skin mixing with his broken moans and his pleas for you to let him keep going. "can't slow down, ohh, please let me stay like this.. i cant hold it much longer, i just n-need you, just like that, please keep taking me, yes yes yes-!"

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎

[pilkypills]

I think Ori was a colicky baby

[allastoredeer]

Concept that Alastor’s cane was a conduit for his power and without it he can’t control his magic properly.

Trying has disastrous results.

[acid-ixx]

I’m new, I just read your fic about neglect reader. I haven’t read through your blog yet but I am so excited after reading this fic. I am an emotional wreck right now and my curiosity is eating me alive with this question “Does reader know about Jason? Will they ever met? Ever have a platonic relationship together? Will Jason be more of a brother to reader?”

I’m sorry I speed through the fic and tears are in my eyes I couldn’t think straight BUT I notice that Jason is hardly there so I’m curious. Please this is such a brain rot, it’s way past midnight after I read this cause I keep stopping to cry.

major (?) spoilers below.

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

hello anon !! im so happy ppl are getting more exposed to the content i have written so far. anyways, i can't believe i also got others to cry bec i did too when i was writing 😭

anyways, to answer ur question: yes! the reader will meet jason and he would actually be the first sibling you would meet after you have left the manor. the way he would turn yandere for you is a different approach to how the others would be because in the prequel, it has been stated that you had your fair share of encounters with him.

"will they ever have a platonic relationship with him/see him as a brother?" maybe, maybe not. because your meeting with him would all be a blur to you, and jason's obsession would stem from the trauma he had experienced, causing him to be more protective of you.

you're not in your best mindset and you're vulnerable walking through the streets of gotham and all alone? oh god, only a dumbass would do that— but once the red hood recognizes your face and the way you carry yourself so pitiably, he immediately tries to take you in his arms just as he should.

but the moment you push him away? tell him to fuck off despite your drunken state? the moment you cry and tell him you could deal with everything yourself without his help or anybody else's? you just remind him of himself and that triggers his first spiral into yandere-ism.

it's the way you share trauma, the way you both feel immense anger. he should've noticed sooner because you two would've been as close as peas in a pod. and yet he failed you by being a hypocrite. you were literally taken into the manor right after his death and discarded like you were mere trash. he should've taken you away when he had the opportunity to but he was too caught up in his feat of revenge.

yet the worst part was that he had taken notice of tim before he did you, and jason had momentarily hated you too because he thought bruce had replaced him. if he had looked through that veil of contempt that he had for you, and saw just how neglected and in need of attention you are, then he would've taken you under his wing.

but he didn't, and he had done the same thing to you as most did.

so take it as you will when i say you're more or less going to be closer (albeit unwillingly) to jason than anybody else because unlike his other siblings who are bound by their vigilante duties, your big brother jason wouldn't mind shooting any creeps who think they could touch his precious angel.

and he gets it, too, angel— you hate him, you hate them all and that's valid. but you can't just walk out in the streets alone and expect to be home in one piece; so leave it to him to scout your apartment alright? leave it to your big brother jason to intimidate the goons who try to stalk you when you're not looking. even if you don't want him near you, you'll always find warm food by your table and a note reminding you to take care of yourself more often.

it hurts when you rip the paper to shreds but it breaks his heart even more if you refuse to touch the meal he would leave for you, because that probably means you saw him as danger more than anything else. and he doesn't know it, but you're already planning to make a run for it now that you're under red hood's radar.

it's obvious that you have no experience when it comes to living by yourself, so please don't fucking push him away and let him protect you from any harm. your self destructive habits only causes him to become more protective of you and it only lets him stalk you more often to ensure nobody would touch his precious angel.

just like dick, you'll be treated more like a child than that of a young adult, but at least jason has the concept of personal space compared to your eldest brother. but still, jason wishes to hold you in his arms.

heaven forbid if the joker ever got his crummy fingers on you. jason would go berserk.

little does he know, little does your family know just how much they had lost the opportunity to keep you in wraps inside the manor.

they should've never let you out in the first place.

[thisantithesis]

thinking of professor lupin teaching a bunch of middle schoolers. he’s the kind of odd teacher that everyone knows about, but every year without fail his students end up loving him because of how fun he makes class. he has a picture of him with another man on his desk, and it’s kind of blurry, not really showing more than a young, smiling Remus holding a person with long, black curly hair, which he never talks about, but one day one of the more outspoken students asks him about it and all he says is “oh, just me and an old friend” and then promptly moves on. of course no one believes him, because although they might be children they still have keen eyes, so they see the small, fond smile on his face when he glances at the picture from time to time. word gets around school, not in a malicious way, just children curious about who odd professor lupin could be so fond about. eventually weeks pass by, to the point that the picture on remus’ desk is almost forgotten, until one day in the middle of class, a strange man knocks on the door. the class erupts into whispers when they see the long curly hair, all holding their breaths to see who exactly this person is, and they’re not disappointed when the man walks up to professor lupin, gives him a kiss on the cheek, and hands him a lunchbox with a small whisper before turning around and leaving. everyone is dead silent as remus puts his lunch away, gaping at the professor over what just happened. eventually one of the kids speak up, asking the question everyone is wondering: “was that the same man from the picture on your desk?” remus seems unfazed by the looks he’s getting from his students, replying with a simple “yes” as a smile slowly shapes his lips. “why did he kiss you on the cheek?” another student asks, to which remus replies “because he’s my husband.” his answer sets off an avalanche of questions, a chorus of “HE’S YOUR HUSBAND!?” echoing through the classroom. the shock of the discovery makes it a highly discussed subject for many weeks to follow, students across the school still in disbelief over it because they can’t believe that the man, remus’ husband, is real. they all talk about how he must be an angel, because no one can be that beautiful. with his curly hair, bright blue eyes and sharp gaze, and it’s all remus can do to relay every single word he hears to sirius when he makes it home in the evening, knowing how much his husband enjoyed flabbergasting the minds of those young children.

[ghstyles]

Harry and angel being at his club but he’s in some sort of business conversation but he’s being really dismissive to y/n so she starts being a brat and messes around during the conversation like pretending to stretch herself and showing the men her cleavag.

Long story short he takes her home and edges her until she’s basically crying, and says she’s sorry

Omg I love this. TO THE LIST!

[yuwuta]

you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel

[lilpatison]

“…𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰.”

“𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝙢𝙚, 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭.”

[triona-tribblescore]

Love your art I wanna eat it

Consume it faster than pasta

You ate, devoured, left no crumbs

Also Heathers x Hazbin is so great but also freeze your brain with Husk as JD is really fucking funny bc he would so just pour vodka into the slushies

NFNFSN FN PLEASEEEE-

everything would be a sex joke

[the-artist-grimm]

Okay but what if we just

Fair warning I think he mayyyyyy try to bite

(edit forgot the crown rip lol)

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