Laughter in the Tombs .xX Villain Lloyd X Reader Xx.

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The sound of a spoon clicking against a cup as coffee filled the morning air. He looked at the Tv as news about the man he murdered last night was being reported on. He smirked and took a sip of his coffee. He always drank coffee, never tea. His uncle loves tea and hated coffee. And he hated his uncle. His father did like tea though, but he also liked coffee. A good mix.

He looked at the coffee table where the cupcake still sat from last night. It was weird a lady was going around so late at night selling baked goods. It was almost 10 when she came around. She seemed tired but so cute. He wondered if her blood tasted good. Why was she in his mind? Why did she stick. He placed down his mug and picked up the cupcake. He unwrapped it and took a bite.

The cupcake was, sweet and so good. The best cupcake he ever had. The cupcake was gone in 5 seconds after the first bite. He licked the remaining frosting from his fingertips. He wondered if the frosting would taste good off her lips. This girl was stuck in his mind like a virus. But why? She was just a girl, dress in nice clothes, and selling baked goods at 10 pm. Was it because she said his name? Was it the way she looked? Is it because she was out so late? Was it just fate? Destiny even?

No. He didn't want to believe it's destiny, he hated destiny. She just caught his interest. Poor, poor girl. He wanted her to come back. Not only because he wanted her. But he loved those fucking cupcakes. He picked his cup again and drank from it. He looked at the Tv and saw, her.

(Y/n) (L/n).

Fuck. That was such a pretty name. He liked her name. A name to the virus. She was being questioned by reporters about what she saw. She was questioned why she was stealing out so late at night. " Some people don't get home till late. I also was making the treats all day so I started late. I regret it though. Lloyd was out that night killed his latest victim. I'm relieved it wasn't me, but I feel so bad for that man and his family. May he rest in peace."

Her voice was so angelic to me. The way she said Lloyd made his heart skip a beat. It was the same others have, but she said it. She did. And he wanted to hear more of her voice. He made her so scared. She didn't want to be his victim, but she already was. But she wasn't a victim like for blood. She was a victim for lust.

He put his fake hair clips in and his mask, a black skull shirt on, and grabbed his wallet. He walked outside his home and locked the door. He wanted to find her. He didn't know why he wanted her so bad. He only met her once. But it seemed like fate he fell for her. He needed a queen anyways. What's better than her? Trick question. Nobody.

And as luck has it, he did bump into her again. She was wearing a tank top with a sweatshirt falling off her shoulders. Dark blue jeans covered her legs and sneakers were tied around her feet. A bag rested over her shoulder and against her hip. She was still selling cookies and cupcakes with the addition of macaroons.

" Oh! Hello again sir." She smiled. " Hello. Are you alright? Saw you on the news this morning." " Oh, I'm alright. I bit shaken but, I have to keep going. And I have to sell more treats to protect people against Lloyd Garmadon haha..."

" How does selling baked goods do anything?" "Oh um, it's just to donate it to fund protection services and the police. Would you like to buy something else?" She asked so innocently. She didn't know who he really was. He smirked under his mask. " Yes I would actually. I would like to actually by all your cupcakes, they were so good." Her face brightened up with happiness.

" Oh thank you sir! Oh please, hold this," She gave him the box, " I'll get you a box." She pulled out a box from her bag. She put each cupcake into the box and closed it, taping the lid down. She changed boxes with him and he gave her the money. " Thank you sir!" " No problem. Say, how much have you sold?" He wanted to keep talking to her.

" Yesterday I stole 26 dollars worth. Today, 12 from you." She started to walk and he walked with her. " So that makes 38 dollars. Pretty good for starting at night and it now being the afternoon the next day." He added. She nodded, " Yup."

The two walked together and talked. She learned his name, his fake name. He said his name was Li and she said she was (Y/n). He complimented her and said her name was very beautiful. She giggled and thanked him, saying his name was pretty too. His want for her increased to a need. He needed her. But he couldn't scare her away. One mistake and he would be arrested. Or worse have to kill her.

It was around 20 minutes they have been talking and she gave him his number. " Text me, you're pretty cool. I got to go sell now. I'll see you later Li." She gave him a big smile and walked away. Her number. Number. They can text and talk. He can trace where she is. He can find her. He smirked and walked home. He placed the box on the kitchen counter and put her number into his phone.

He couldn't wait to get her. He texted her saying that it was him. It was a few minutes before she texted back a simple hello. He started the tracking process. He talked to her and she replied a few minutes after each text. He smiled wickedly as he talked to her. The lady who completely made his mind go wild. He knew he had to wait. But he was needy. Needy, lustful. He wanted her. He will have her soon.