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Mojo Jojo was having a terrible day. It seemed like everything was working against him. First, he lost his plans for his newest weapon of mass destruction, which led to him having to postpone the whole project.
Then, he realized that he had never grabbed anything to eat before leaving for his observatory that morning. He had been forced to leave to get something to eat, but every restaurant was either mysteriously closed or had the most disgusting food.
After finally finding some decent food to have for lunch, his day got worse. He received a phone call from his wife letting him know that their son Butch had received detention for a week for plagiarism.
Mojo felt the consequence for Butch’s plagiarism was a bit excessive. He had a feeling the school went harder on him because of who his parents were, which was completely unfair.
Boomer had told him once that Buttercup Utonium had been caught doing the same thing but was only given one day of detention. The fact that his child was being given a harsher punishment for the same crime was ludicrous to Mojo.
He decided to call the school and complain, which led to the next bad part of his day. The school was being extremely stubborn regarding Butch’s detentions and denied the whole claim about Buttercup getting let off the hook.
He spent half an hour on the phone debating with them. They finally caved when Mojo threatened to send his wife back over there to ‘set them straight’.
“Trust me, I do not lie when I say my wife is much more intimidating than myself. I assure you, dreadful things would certainly occur if you angered HIM.” He had said slyly.
He had hung up, feeling a little smug when he heard a huge crash somewhere in the observatory. He immediately rushed to the scene, and saw all three Powerpuff Girls waiting for him. Apparently the school had told them about their little phone call and asked the girls to help.
After receiving some blows and punches from Buttercup, they eventually left, realizing that they couldn’t do anything about the situation. Mojo hadn’t actually followed through with the threat so therefore, no crime was committed.
“Curses!” He grumbled to himself, getting up painfully. He was pretty sure he had some teeth knocked out and some bruises or broken bones. He would have to have his wife heal his injuries when he got home.
He treated his wounds the best he could and tried to continue working on the machine he was currently fixing when it suddenly blew up in his face.
“That is it! I have had it with this accursed string of bad luck! I quit, clearly the universe is not on my side, explaining all the unfortunate events that have occurred thus far. I am done, finished, completed, whatever else I can say to express just how exasperated I am with this current moment in time!” Mojo shouted, grabbing his jet pack. He was going home, end of story.
He fired up the jet pack, only to have its engine sputter and die. “CURSES!” The evil genius was at his breaking point. Now he had to take the long way home.
He painfully and slowly limped home, the injuries from before hurting even worse now. Luckily one of the many secret entrances to the Underworld was nearby, in the basement of the Otto Time Diner to be exact.
He picked the lock on the door and went inside, heading for the basement. Once he got there, he saw the telltale portal that he needed to get home. He went through eagerly, just wanting to see his wife and kids after this awful, inconvenient day.
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Down in the Underworld, HIM was currently putting the finishing touches on dinner, happily humming to himself. He had found a new cheesecake recipe for dessert that he was really excited for his family to try.
He wondered what was taking Mojo so long to get home. Normally, his jet pack would get him home in about 5 minutes but today was different. It had been 20 minutes past the time he usually chose to leave his observatory. He hoped his husband was alright. He’d sounded rather stressed when he called about Butch earlier.
He finally heard the huge front door open and heard his husband limp into the dining area.
“Hi honey! How was your day-“ He gasped when he laid eyes on Mojo. He looked dead on his feet. He had a black eye, was missing a few teeth, had bruises covering most of his body, and was bleeding from his nose.
Meanwhile, their three sons were at the table, looking dumbfounded. “Damn dad, what happened?” Brick questioned his father.
“Boys, you can eat in your rooms tonight, I need to heal your father.” HIM said, immediately jumping into action. He magically prepared three plates for the boys and sent them off.
He guided his husband to the living room to sit down. “What happened to you darling?” He knelt in front of his husband.
“Those accursed Powerpuffs happened my dear.” Mojo grimaced in pain. He felt HIM hold his hands in his claws and saw his wife begin muttering an incantation under his breath, his eyes glowing green.
Immediately the pain was relieved and he felt all his injuries mending themselves. In a few seconds, he was in perfect condition again. “Is that better honey?” HIM asked, a concerned look on his lovely face.
Mojo sighed in relief. “Much better, my love. Thank you.” HIM beamed and kissed his husband on the cheek. “Are you hungry? I have dinner ready for you.”
“Dinner would be delightful, as I am quite famished.” They both stood and walked back into the dining area. The demon began preparing a plate for his husband, wanting him to just sit and relax. He then made one for himself and sat down. The two of them ate in mostly silence, exchanging a few words here and there.
Once they finished, HIM cleared their plates and cleaned them. “I’m assuming you had a rough day darling. Do you want to talk about it?” He gave Mojo a sweet smile.
“Where do I even begin? This day has been truly exhausting, infuriating, and inconvenient!” And with that, the villainous primate launched into a tirade.
“Why don’t we take this to our room honey? I’m sure you’d love to lay down and relax.” HIM suggested, grabbing his husband’s hand and leading him to their bedroom.
“Once again, you know just what I need my ruby.” Mojo praised his spouse. Once they made it to their room and settled on their bed, the chimpanzee continued his rant.
“Where was I? Oh, yes, I was lamenting about how dreadful, how horrid this forsaken day has been! My plans for my newest weapon of mass destruction are missing, so now my clever, brilliant project is on hold indefinitely. That is to say I cannot do any further work on said project until my beautiful plans have been located, which will extend the deadline placed on the project…”
HIM got into a more comfortable position on the bed. He had a feeling he would be here for a while. His husband was using his lengthy method of talking which meant that he was really annoyed about the day’s events.
As Mojo rambled on in a frustrated tone, the Ruler of the Underworld listened quietly, only reacting or commenting when he felt it was needed. His husband seemed to enjoy this attention, because he would periodically pause and look expectantly at the demon. HIM would then dramatically gasp or make a sympathetic comment about the situation.
“And you will not believe this next part my love. I was not aware that it was so difficult to find a decent meal in this city! I searched for an exorbitant amount of time trying to obtain food worthy of eating. This is why I prefer your cooking my dear. You would never serve me inedible rubbish!”
HIM frowned at Mojo, holding one of his hands. “Oh you poor dear! I’ll start making you lunch to take with you from now on. How does that sound, hmm?” He batted his lashes prettily.
“That is a most splendid idea my nymph. Your culinary ability surpasses anyone in this city.” His husband cupped HIM’s face lovingly.
Mojo vented for another hour, during which HIM completed his lengthy skincare regimen, had his luxurious evening bath, chose a new nightgown, and started working on his latest creation (he had recently started knitting), all while listening and reacting to his husband.
Finally, Mojo concluded his story by saying, “And that is why this has been decidedly the most accursed day of my entire existence!”
HIM gave Mojo a sweet look. “Oh honey. I’m sorry this day has been so awful. At least you’re home now, right?” He stopped his knitting to snuggle up with his husband.
The evil genius looked affectionately at the demon. He still had no idea what he had done to deserve such a wonderful spouse. HIM was beautiful, nurturing, devoted, and so good for him.
He cooked amazing meals, kept the household running, and somehow always knew what to do in any situation his family got themselves into. HIM did everything in his power to make life as easy as possible for his husband and children.
“What did I do to have the honor of being married to you my love?” Mojo kissed the top of his wife’s head with a tenderness that not many others got to experience.
HIM laughed, a melodic sound. “Darling, you didn’t have to do anything to deserve me, I would’ve chosen you regardless! You’re everything I want in a partner. Strong, handsome, intelligent, persistent, dominating… need I go on?” He sensually purred in Mojo’s ear, a claw gently squeezing one of his biceps.
“And I know a strong, handsome, intelligent villain like you wouldn’t let one bad day stop him, hmm?” He crooned seductively, moving himself so that he was now straddling his husband.
“But if that doesn’t make you feel better, I know what will.” HIM slowly pushed the straps of his nightgown down his shoulders, inviting Mojo to finish taking it off.
“Have I told you how good you are for me my beloved? How much I love you?” Mojo said to his wife fondly, sliding the nightgown down his body and running his hands up and down HIM’s smooth skin.
“You tell me every day.” HIM leaned forward and pressed their lips together softly.
Mojo smiled contently once they parted. It was truly his wife that made stressful days easier to handle.