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— under the surface

pairing: keegan p. russ | male! reader

warnings: mdni, top reader, keegan's first time bottoming, going slow

The safehouse was quiet.

Too quiet for Keegan’s taste, though he would never admit it. The mission had gone smoothly — extraction completed, the intel secure, and no casualties. He should’ve been satisfied. But he wasn’t.

Because (y/n) was watching him again. Sitting on the opposite cot, skin lit faintly by the desk lamp’s low glow, eyes locked on him like a predator. Keegan didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. Just let the silence stretch between them like piano wire.

“You’re tense,” (y/n) said finally, voice low and calm, like always. Controlled.

Keegan grunted. “I’m always tense.”

(y/n) stood slowly. Not in a threatening way — but not gentle, either. It was deliberate. Keegan watched his every step, noting the way his lean frame moved under his black compression shirt. The way those eyes didn’t blink once.

“You don’t have to pretend with me,” (y/n) murmured once he was close enough to kneel beside Keegan’s cot. “You can let go.”

Keegan scoffed, even as something in his gut twisted. “You think I’m pretending?”

“I know you are.” (y/n)’s voice was all silk now, but it wasn’t weak. It had weight. “You’re always holding it together. Always in control. What would happen if you weren’t?”

Keegan’s jaw flexed. “I don’t let people see me weak.”

“Good,” (y/n) said, leaning in until his breath touched Keegan’s throat. “Because I don’t want you weak. I want you undone.”

That made Keegan freeze. (y/n)’s hand brushed his jaw, then his neck, fingers trailing with maddening patience. Slowly, (y/n) lifted the mask just enough to reveal his lips. Keegan didn’t stop him. Couldn’t. He hated that (y/n) could get under his skin so easily — the shy, quiet sniper with haunted eyes and soft hands. He wasn’t loud or cocky, wasn’t the type to push — but when (y/n) wanted, he made it known.

And Keegan realized, with growing heat, that (y/n) wanted him.

“You think you can handle me, (l/n)?” Keegan rasped, voice barely above a whisper.

(y/n) smiled — not cocky, not cruel. Just certain. “I already do.”

Then he kissed him.

Keegan didn’t react right away. Didn’t melt or groan or pull him closer. But his hands did grip the edge of the cot tighter. (y/n)’s lips moved slowly, taking his time, kissing like he was claiming territory. When Keegan parted his mouth, he felt (y/n) slide in — soft tongue, warm breath, one hand slipping to the back of his neck.

The control Keegan clung to every day — the ice, the steel, the walls — started to crack.

“You’re good at that,” he muttered when they broke apart.

(y/n)’s smile deepened. “I know.”

Keegan narrowed his eyes. “Cocky.”

“Not cocky,” (y/n) corrected, voice dropping. “Sure.”

Then he kissed down Keegan’s jawline. The soldier shuddered before he could stop himself, and (y/n) felt it — savored it.

“Take this off,” (y/n) whispered, tugging at the collar of Keegan’s shirt.

Keegan obeyed. Wordlessly. Stripping off his tactical shirt and peeling off the long-sleeve beneath, baring the solid muscle beneath. He still had his mask on — the signature Ghost skull — and (y/n) reached up to gently tug it down just enough to see his face. The scowl. The confusion. The heat.

“You want me to stop?” (y/n) asked softly, sincerely.

Keegan stared at him. His breathing was heavier now, chest rising and falling with restraint. “No.”

That was all (y/n) needed.

He pushed Keegan gently but firmly down onto the cot and straddled his hips. Keegan’s breath caught when (y/n) ground against him — not teasing, not light, but needy. And Keegan, despite himself, felt his cock twitch in his pants.

“You’re always giving orders,” (y/n) whispered, unbuckling Keegan’s belt with practiced ease. “Tonight, I’m in charge.”

Keegan didn’t argue. His cock was already hard by the time (y/n) slid his pants down, boxers following. The sniper bit his lip as he looked him over — thick, flushed, leaking already. God, he’d been holding back for too long.

“Spread your legs for me,” (y/n) murmured, pressing Keegan’s thighs open.

Keegan did — not hesitating, but not looking at (y/n) either. He was already flushed, his jaw tight, his knuckles clenched in the sheets. The vulnerability of the position clearly made him tense — but also made him harder.

“You’re beautiful like this,” (y/n) praised, voice genuine.

Keegan grunted, cheeks flushing. “Don’t—”

(y/n) leaned down and licked a hot stripe up the underside of his cock. Keegan’s entire body jerked.

“Sensitive,” (y/n) murmured, wrapping a hand around him and stroking slowly. “God, you’re so tense. Let me take care of you.”

He slid his lips down, taking the head into his mouth. Keegan hissed through clenched teeth, trying to stay quiet — but when (y/n) sucked deeper, hollowing his cheeks, his hips bucked upward with a choked groan.

“F-Fuck— (l/n)—”

(y/n) pulled back with a wet pop. “Say my name again.”

Keegan’s eyes were glazed, breath ragged. “(y/n).”

“That’s better.”

He pulled away only long enough to grab lube from the small supply box near the cot, and when he returned, he coaxed Keegan’s knees higher, giving himself space. Keegan’s breath hitched when he felt slick fingers press between his cheeks.

“You ever been touched here?” (y/n) asked, voice lower now, heavier with arousal.

Keegan shook his head. “No one’s… ever.”

(y/n) kissed his knee. “Then I’ll go slow.”

He didn’t — not too slow. Just enough to get Keegan used to the intrusion, to the press of his fingers, the stretch, the sting. Keegan tried to stay quiet, but every time (y/n) curled just right, he gasped — short, helpless sounds that made (y/n)’s cock ache in his jeans.

“Fuck, Keegan,” he groaned, stroking himself. “You’re taking it so well.”

Keegan glared at him. “I’ll kill you if you tell anyone.”

(y/n) laughed breathlessly. “Not a chance. This is mine.”

He lined up, cock slicked and throbbing, and pushed in — slow, firm, steady. Keegan’s back arched, jaw clenched as he let out a strangled growl. He was tight — almost too tight — but (y/n) went carefully, adjusting until Keegan let out a guttural moan that betrayed everything he tried to hide.

“Good boy,” (y/n) whispered, thrusting all the way in.

Keegan gasped. “Fuck— fuck, don’t call me that—”

“But you are,” (y/n) said, voice darkening. “Letting me in. Taking it so well.”

His hips moved slowly at first, then harder, deeper. The cot creaked under them as Keegan’s legs locked around his waist, anchoring him in place. He wasn’t resisting anymore — he was moving with him, meeting every thrust with desperate need. His hands gripped (y/n)’s arms, his back, his hair.

“God—(y/n)—harder—”

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Keegan was flushed, wrecked, eyes half-lidded, lips parted and swollen from biting them. His cock was leaking between them, untouched, but he didn’t even reach for it. All he wanted — all he needed — was (y/n) pounding into him like he deserved it.

“Didn’t think you’d fall apart like this,” (y/n) growled against his ear. “All that control— gone.”

Keegan moaned, almost whimpered, and that did it. (y/n) grabbed his thighs, pulled him deeper, and fucked him harder — rough, claiming thrusts that shook the cot. The coil in his belly tightened, pressure mounting until he could barely hold back.

“You close?” he asked, breathless.

Keegan nodded, speechless. Just a raw sound in his throat as he arched his back and spilled between them, untouched, body trembling.

(y/n) came a second later, buried deep, moaning Keegan’s name into his neck.

They stayed like that for a long moment — tangled, sweaty, breathless. Keegan’s arms wrapped around (y/n) before he could stop himself. Protective. Possessive. Vulnerable.

(y/n) kissed his shoulder. “Still think you’re in control?”

Keegan snorted. “Fuck off.”

But he didn’t let go.

words: 1337

published: 19.may.2025

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TF141 LOVES CHUBBY MEN

Little drabble I thought of.

As a fellow chubby people lover, I’m going to project my taste onto these four.

This is inspired by someone who did this prompt but I can't find it anywhere to tag them T-T

Anyways…

No one can convince me that these men don't find chubbiness attractive, especially in a man. Like yes they like skinny twinks and muscly men (even though they see them everyday) but a bear or an otter, or just a chubby guy in general would make them go crazy.

Having that extra chubb to grip and love would be amazing, not having to worry about being too rough but also the other not being a hard mass of muscle but a soft pillow to go to at anytime… hard at the thought. And don't get me started on the love handles.

Like imagine them getting fucked by a chubby man and they're just touching and grabbing everything they can to ground themselves.

Or if they're fucking him, the way they would go crazy at the movement of the other’s body. The recoil on that ass…

And the tits?! Feral. Grabbing them whenever, sucking and titty fucking them would be their passion.

And if he's in 141 and has that muscular dad bod with strong arms and a nice belly? Nose bleeds immediately. Like yeah he goes to the gym and is in the military but he won't say no to pizza or beer.

Also the cuddle sessions with him would go crazy. They can all just lay besides (on top of) him and unwind from the mission they just had. Like imagine price has his head on his chest while Gaz and Soap are lying on his stomach and Simon is cozy on his thighs (you can't tell me Simon isn't a thigh guy). Also he for sure would be an amazing hugger.

Horny, just horny. They love it.

Raw raw raw or whatever Gaga said.

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Protesters block traffic. An ambulance is unable to get where it needs to be. Someone dies as a result.

Many people say that the protesters should be jailed or even shot.

The logic seems to be "if you cause someone to not get the medical care that they need and they die, you should suffer for it".

But that's exactly what CEOs do when they price gouge or deny claims. So why is the protester considered a criminal who it's justifiable to kill but the CEO isn't?

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Pride Month Angst Fest

Day 2: Woman's Purpose

Warnings: Warnings: Misogyny, compulsory heterosexuality, soulless marriage. I think that's all, let me know if I missed something

This Chapter is WLW

“He’s gonna ask you out”

“Yeah! I heard his friends talking about it in the hallway”

I didn't know how to respond, my friends had been all over me about some guy coming to ask me out today. They seem so excited about it, way more than they should be.

I don't want to go out with him, or any guy. I just wanna be left alone. If he does ask me out, I'll just say no, hopefully he takes it well.

“I don't know guys, I'm not really into him” I said, trying to ease my way out of this uncomfortable topic.

“What!? You're kidding! He's so sweet, it's so difficult to find men who are like that!” Sam had always liked him, that would explain her excitement. Maybe she wanted to live vicariously through me.

“We'll see, I'm not sure if I'll say yes though” I replied, trying to be nice about it, hoping she doesn't take me rejecting him as a personal attack.

“Well you ought to find a man someday, no woman's life is complete without one” Jess didn't mean it, but her words stung. Worse than any venom could have.

Of course, to her, that's normal. It's what everyone here is taught.

‘No woman's life is complete without a man’

It's not a matter of this guy, it's every guy. The idea of me living without a man seems abhorrent. That I am going against my own purpose of being a woman.

I don't know why, but I'd rather be alone all my life. I don't “love” anyone in that way. I never have.

My parents have already started looking for men for me to marry. They want me to go see a matchmaker. My mom is persistent even when I beg her not to send me. She says that it's a woman's duty to serve a man and it's her responsibility to birth and raise his children. That image alone makes me want to rip out my womb.

Why did it had to be this way? Why was I the only one stuck like this. All the girls around me dream of being married to a man. Were they not enough?

The guy asked me this Friday if I'd like to be his spouse. I didn't want to answer. I wanted to say that the very image disgusts me and makes me want to run away. But I had no other choice did I? My friend was right, who knows if the matchmaker will pair me with a guy who's actually kind. Maybe I should just cut my losses and say yes. That way, at least I'll survive.

A/N: Hi, So this was day 2, this was a bit rushed as I woke up late and was behind on a lot of stuff. Anyways, hope you enjoy!

P1 - P2

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Pride Month Angst Fest

Hi! This is something I wanted to do for pride month. I know it's a celebration and protest but, sometimes the negativity gets to you ok? And this is to help me cope and stay strong for my queer folk. Not all of it is going to be super angsty and depressing, but it also won't be happy. I also wanna write one of these a day for 30 days but we'll see how that goes. Warnings will be given with each chapter

Also on AO3

Chapter 1: Hanging Light

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️ Suicide, Suicidal thoughts, Refrenced Sexual Harrasment towards minors, implied Domestic Abuse, Internalized Homphobia, Generational Trauma (kinda?)

let me know if I missed something

This chapter is MLM

Word Count: 419

Everywhere I looked, I was surrounded by pain. From my parents to my friends, everything reminded me of how wrong I was. It hurt, more than anything ever had.

At first, I thought everyone felt like this. Broken. I don't think so anymore, it was obvious that everyone loved their lives.

My brother was talking about his girlfriend with my mom today. He talked about her as if it was so natural, so…. normal. I was envious. So envious that he got to experience something I could not, something I wish I had, the feeling of being an outcast and fear of being judged and humiliated all muddled together. It was too much.

Why couldn’t I have that? Why was it me that had to be this way. It feels like God already decided that I was a lost cause so, he made this way so I’ll be killed off quickly and not be a burden to those around me.

The only choice I did have was death. I can chose to live and try to survive this pitiful existence or kill myself and relieve everyone and myself from it.

I haven’t told my parents. How could I? They’d never look at me the same. They have sacrificed so much for me, I cannot repay them like that. It’s best to stay hidden. To save myself and my family from shame.

Its not like they’ll help me. No. That’s not possible. They’d kick me out immediately. That’s what Grandpa did to my Auntie, and my dad has always looked up to him. Pledging to follow in his footsteps of; chugging bear instead of water, golfing and touching my girl cousins after their 16th birthday.

I don’t have a better chance with my mom either, she does everything dad wants her to. She has never said no to him. She says it’s because she loved him. It my parent’s marriage is what love is like then I don’t want it. I want to forever remain allergic from it.

There’s no point though, I’m beyond help. Maybe the kid in the next generation will have an easier time, hopefully. There isn’t much you could do to help a fag hanging from a fan.

I wish I could say sorry to mom, she didn’t deserve this, but at least now, she won’t feel ashamed. Maybe we’ll meet after this, maybe….. I’ll get another chance after this. At the very least, I hope this lightness in my body doesn’t go away.

Parts: P1 - P2

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having a ponder about being aromantic and the kinds of friendships or qprs I might want to have

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just a heads up to my fellow writers out there that AO3 is currently fighting off bots commenting on people’s works to tell them that AO3 will delete their fics “due to the works being deprecated”, and the deletion will affect their accounts unless the authors delete the fics themselves first. IT IS A SCAM. AO3 will NOT delete your works. please do NOT fall for these bots!

I’ve been told the reason why these bots are doing this is due to copyright infringement issue where they’re trying to steal your works (possibly to train AI but this is just a guess) ‼️‼️‼️and once you deleted your fics, it will be either very difficult or impossible for you to claim ownership of your own fics when they were already deleted.‼️‼️‼️

a reminder that AO3 will never contact you through your comments section (in case they claim to be one of the moderators). AO3 will only contact you through your email address which you use to register your account, and it will be from AO3’s official handle. not some sketchy ass @

so if you get a comment telling you you should “delete your works to protect your account because AO3 is doing blah blah blah” report that comment. don’t delete your works.

PLEASE DO NOT FALL FOR THESE SCAM.

AO3 IS NOT DELETING WORKS.

DO NOT DELETE YOUR WORKS JUST BECAUSE SOMEONE CLAIMS THEY KNOW SOMETHING.

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Heeeeey all!!

At Ellipsus, we don’t just celebrate Pride in June—we live it every day. 🌈

As a queer-founded company building a space for our very, very gay (🙌) creative community, we know how much this month matters.

Words and books are being banned. Rights are under attack. Pride Month is erased from calendars by our arch-nemesis (and yours). Big tech grovels for power in a race to the bottom (oof, their knees must be raw).

But Pride persists, and queer stories won’t be erased.

We’re here to stand by our community, protect freedom of expression, and keep queer voices writing loud—not just for a month; for as long as it takes.

So, here’s our first little offering: a fancy schmancy Pride theme! ✨

There’s much more to come, so stay tuned all month long! - the Ellipsus Team xo

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It feels like hurting someone and hating on someone has become so much of a hobby because of the Pandemic

Sure, it was a problem then too, but not to this extent. Everyone just wants to hate on someone else existing. I feel like a lot of people were miserable in 2020 (understandably so) and making someone else feel bad on a screen made them feel better. Now it feels like they have latched on to this "hobby" and it's become so fucking common and I hate fucking it

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Adam x third spouse part 3 I’m begging pookie ❤️

like a time skip to when Charlie appeared and proposed the idea

Benifit of the doubt Pt.4

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Warnings: General Adam TW’s, a little bit sad for a moment but it’s ok. Gn! Reader! honestly that’s about it I think?? Wow this is the first time it’s been this short in this series.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Request Box: Open

Word Count: 4617~

A/n: So… it’s been almost 2 months… whoops. In all seriousness though I’m sorry it’s been so long. I’ve just not been in the mood to write and a lot of stuff has been happening (which is finally over) and I’m glad I could finally post this. I was also, if I’m honest, nervous to post this, cause I’m not sure if everyone’s ready for the direction of the story. But I have made it clear that I wanted to do a time skip to the show at somepoint and decided to do it now! If you enjoy this, please let me know cause I’m really nervous about (Not my words of affirmation love language coming out-) ALSO to the requester, I know you said part 3, but I used it for part 4. I got your request as I was making part 3 soooo my bad. Hope you don’t mind tho <3 this will be the last part before the angsty finale (and maybe an epilogue)

Reblogs are always appreciated!

Anyways this was NOT beta read unfortunately, I tried to get as many errors out during the writing process so hopefully it’s fine. Also, there’s probably some words I might have wanted to italicize or make bold that aren’t, but I’m too tired to care honestly.

Tags: @tired-of-life-86 @nervoussystemss @qopia @lovelyemily @hcneyiced @v3r41ynn @ghostdoodlen @nxptvne-13 @ximenavc-che @edgyfluff @ericityyy @diffidentphantom @faimmm @slasher-whore69 @1-randomized @ozzersauce @fanlovedlt @alientee (if I forgot someone or you want to be added just tell me !!)

Days turned to weeks, to months, to years. Until eventually an eon had passed. An entirety filled to the brim with an indescribable happiness and love, threatening to spill over at any given moment. You loved Adam and Adam loved you.

To say it was all happiness would be a lie, there were some moments of sadness and pain, but all relationships were like that, even ones that lasted for eternity. You both always bounced back, apologize and moved on with a stronger bond than before. And you loved every second of it.

A lot has changed in these last few eons. Adam formed a band and is now the most popular guitarist in all of heaven. You both made new friends, some got into heaven while others were made there. Emily was one of these people to you, she looked up to you for being older than her. You’ve existed for almost all of human existence so, of course she’d look up to you.

Adam had also made new friends, his band members, some officials in heaven, but someone he’s grown close to recently was Lute. You're really happy about his friendship with Lute. She seems like a strong and loyal friend, someone that can keep him grounded while still encouraging him to be more himself. Overall, you really liked her.

How they became friends though is something… less tasteful for you. All the way back when Heaven and Hell had their first meeting on what to do with the surplus of sinners in hell causing an uprising. Neither side came to an agreement in the end, you do feel partially to blame for that, but you still stand by what you did.

You never returned to any of the follow up meetings

But Adam did, surprisingly to you. In the end, you were called to talk with Sera and Adam. You were told of the agreement between Heaven and Hell, about the yearly “cleanse” that Adam and his “Exorcists” would have to commit. At first you were shocked, sure, you didn’t have the best experience with sinners and especially with the rulers of hell, but was death really necessary? You didn’t know what to say, and Adam clearly saw this.

“Babe, you alright?” He puts his hand on your shoulder rubbing his thumb in circles. You place your hand on his.

“Yeah it’s just a lot to take in. Are we sure it has to be done… that way?”

Sera looked down in pain “they’re… uprising and are becoming to much of a threat to heaven.”

You sighed as Adam took you in his arms. Adam was fully aware that you don’t share the same sentiment towards sinners as he does. His hatred towards the unholy souls down in hell was brought about by events that you simply cannot understand. Which he is thankful for, he never would want you to experience what he did.

“If there isn’t anything else we can do then… I guess we have no choice. But I don’t want to… kill anyone, even if they are sinners.”

Adam holds you closer “You won’t have to,” you smile at him, the now familiar flickering of his LED mask meeting your gaze before softly frown “you ok?”

You nod, “yeah, just…I wish there was another way.”

-

That was it. Adam would take his exorcists down to hell to kill as many sinners as they could each year. Adam knew you didn’t want him to talk about it , he kept it as separate as he could from your life. You did have to attend meetings regarding it, as one of the very few people to know about it, that was your duty.

You were fine with having that part of the job. You weren't sure if you could kill someone, sinner or not. So, for the countless years to follow, you played your part with every new extermination, attending meetings to deal with the repercussions of each cleanse.

Adam would also have to attend the occasional meeting. Which is exactly what today was. Sera had called you both in to talk.

“Thank you both for coming. I have to inform you that you will be attending a meeting tomorrow.”

Adam groaned “What! Again? This is like the 4th fuckin’ one this week! Ugh fine! Where is it this time? halo city? Cherub towne” Adam’s voice mocked the locations you’ve both been sent to countless times with a high pitched voice. Even you have to admit that the meetings could drag a bit.

Sera's face turned into a slight grimace as she looks away from you both, she sighs and continues “The meeting will be in… hell.”

“What!” Both your voices raise in shock

“Sera, you know I don’t want to go down there again!”

“Why can’t you just send the other fucking dipshits who know about-“ Adam crossed his arms defiantly

“Stop,” Sera raises her hand toward you both “no one wants to go there, and I know you both especially don’t.” She pauses “But you both are the only available angels who know of the cleanse that aren't busy. Please… I understand your disdain but heaven’s business comes first.”

“Who are we even gonna be talking to -Wait a damn minute- Don’t fucking tell me we have to talk to him.”

“I'm sorry…” You all sat in silence for a moment before Sera begins to speak again, “But you both won’t have to worry about physically being there, we have prepared holograms for you, so neither of you would be in any danger.”

“I'll have an Angel escort you to the ‘meeting’ room tomorrow, please, get some rest. I’m sure you both have had a long day.”

With that, you and Adam went home, you were definitely not feeling well about the meeting, but the fact you wouldn’t actually be there calms your nerves a bit. You had to be a little honest with yourself, hell wasn’t really the issue for you, it was more so the people. Lucifer for one, that made you feel uneasy.

The next morning, you and Adam got ready, you had to motivate him a little. He was clearly not excited for this meeting like you. The entire way there he held you close, even though nothing could have hurt you it made him feel better knowing how close you were.

On the way there, you also got Adam some ribs, his favorite. You thought it would help his nerves a bit. Turns out, Lute was the one Sera assigned to escort you both there. That also made you both a little calmer knowing a mutual friend would be there.

The three of you waited in the ‘meeting’ room for a while, about an hour. At first you thought the meeting might had been canceled or moved and you just weren't told. But then, Lute walked up to you both.

“Sir! The Seraphim has told me to inform you that there’s been a change in plans!”

“What? The fucks that mean?” Adam said stuffing a rib into his LED mouth

“Lucifer won’t be attending the meeting, instead… his Daughter will be here in his stead.” Lute’s mask showed a continuous frown and stern expression as she spoke.

“Daughter?” Your voice shook a little. This was news to you, as long as you’ve existed you had never heard he had a daughter while in hell. You look over to Adam to see His LED eyes were wide in shock but his mask turned into a smile as he sighed.

“Phew boy, we sure dodged a big ass bullet, huh Sweetcheeks?” He laughed as his arm pulled you closer. The whole thing caused you to join in. Suddenly your nerves felt a lot better than before.

“When should she be arriving, Lute?”

“Within the hour.”

-

Adam scarfed down another plate of ribs as you all wait for the “princess of hell” to arrive. The entire time you just had to wonder what kind of person she’d be. The daughter of Lucifer and Lilith. The more you thought about it, the more bizarre it seemed.

But suddenly your thoughts were interrupted by the sliding doors opening to the meeting room and a girl steps in, asking if anyone is there.

“She can’t see us?”

“Yeah, Sera gave me a long ass lector on how this stuff works before we got here. Let’s see here…” Adam pushes a button causing a click to sound out as he says “Sup!”

The girl jumps back and falls to the floor, shocked by Adam’s sudden appearance in the room. She introduces herself as Charlie. Adam offers her to shake his hand, only for it to go through.

“Ha! I fuckin’ got you! Did you fucking see that? Good shit.”

You let out a slight laugh, as you sit and watch the meeting happen. Well, you say “meeting” but nothing about it seemed very professional. Adam for the last hour (you honestly wasn’t sure at this point) had been talking about the most random of things.

You or Lute occasionally shakening your head yes or no while listening to him, while Charlie seemed quite tired already. Not that you could blame her, people who weren’t used to Adam’s banter definitely weren’t cut out for it. But You love every word that comes out of his mouth.

Eventually Adam decides that it’s time to get into what you all came here for. Pulling out a bunch of papers, Charlie begins explaining her solution to hell’s overpopulation. You were only really half listening at first, at least before she mentioned that her solution could stop the extermination which peaked your interest.

She explains her “Hazbin Hotel” and its purpose to rehabilitate sinners, you wanted to hear more of it but Adam cut her off.

The meeting didn’t really go that well, At least for Charlie. But the whole thing left quite the impression on you. The idea of ending the extermination was stuck in your head for so long, and now you had someone who had an alternative.

“Adam, are you sure that it couldn’t have worked?”

Adam looks at you in surprise “What? Do you think that shitshow could have actually worked?” He laughed as he placed a hand on your back. “Don’t even pay it any mind, alright Babe?”

“I know, it’s just… you know I don't like the extermination. So another way to lessen the population of hell should at least be looked into.” Your voice was soft enough to barely hear.

Adam’s gaze softened but he didn’t say another word, only wrapping his wing around you pulling you closer. You lean towards him, snuggling into his soft robe. No matter how much you wanted to ignore it, you couldn’t. You needed to do something, anything.

So that night, after Adam fell asleep, you asked to talk with Sera. Leaving a note for Adam saying you went to buy something just in case he woke up.

“What is troubling you?” Sera’s voice was clear and concise.

You looked toward the ground, your nerves feeling tighter than ever, as you struggled with how to put your words together. “You're aware of all that happened in the meeting with Lucifer’s Daughter, right?”

Sera nods her head “of course, all meetings are documented about as they happen.” She tilts her head slightly “What about it?”

“Well!” You steel yourself before continuing “I would like permission to observe Charlie Morningstar’s ‘Hazbin Hotel’”

Sera’s eyes widen, breaking her calm demeanor before giving a firm “No”

“But-“

“It’s too dangerous for you to be there, Adam wouldn’t want that anyways”

“He would listen if it was an order from you!” Your eyes felt watery but you continued “Please Sera… I know you don’t want the extermination to continue. Just let me do this!”

Sera looked away from you, her feelings evident on her face, any mask now down. ‘Just a little more’ you thought

“Sera, I promise you, I’ll be careful! We don’t even have to fully support them yet, just let me observe them. It would be devastating if so many souls parish if we failed to seek all options!” You beg

Sera sighed, shakingly “…I’ll see what I can do.”

Your eyes gleamed up at the tall woman “Sera, thank you, thank you!” You wanted to hug her but out of courtesy, you advised against it.

Sera tells you that she can’t guarantee anything but she will try as she sends you home to rest.

-

A few days past after that and you haven’t heard anything from Sera. It was a little worrying and felt like a bad sign to you. That was, until you were informed by Sera that your request was accepted!

“But.” Sera stops you before you can celebrate “You're only there to keep track of the progress and to make sure nothing is happening under our noses” You nod your head in understanding

“Also…” she pauses “If anything involving this hotel happens, you will have to take full responsibility, understood?”

You nod again “yes I understand. Have you… told Adam yet?”

She shakes her head

“Ok… can you… not tell him it was my idea, please. I don’t think he’d agree if he knew.”

Sera sighs before nodding her head “Very well, I’ll tell him after you leave”

“Thank you.”

-

You return home, when you got back Adam was already gone, Sera must have already called him to the office. You dreaded when he got back. You didn’t want to see him upset, it hurt you to know how worried he was for you.

A few hours later, Adam comes through the door in a panic. He stomps up to you and pulls you into a warm and intense embrace.

“Don’t go down there. I need you here with me” his voice hitches as his wings wrap around you both, curling you both into a warm and feathery ball.

“Adam…” you paused, was this really the best thing to do? No, It had to be. If this goes well, not only will the extermination stop but Adam wouldn’t have to go down to hell ever again.

“Adam, you know I can’t go against Sera’s orders.” You kiss his cheek “and I won’t be gone forever, I’m only supposed to be there till the next cleanse. Not to mention, I’ll always come back to see you.”

Adam grumbled a little “I know, I just… don’t like you being in the same place that bastard is, and in his brat’s stupid hotel! ”

You laugh softly “Adam…” grabbing his hand, you put yours in it, showing off the gold ring on your finger “I’ll never forget my promise. You know that, right?”

Adam looks at the ring, the gold wrapped around your finger with a perfectly snug fit. Everytime he looked at it was just a reminder of your love for him. That promise was something he could never forget. He slowly raises your hand to his LED mask, kissing the back of it. “Of course not.”

“Good. I promise I’ll be fine, ok?”

He nods. Hand in hand, you slowly lead you both to the bed. The both of you lay next to each other, your bodies linked together like knots. You slwoly remove his helmet from his head, laying it on the nightstand.

Your hands move up his body before landing on his face, cupping his cheeks before pulling him to a kiss before snuggling into his chest.

-

Finally it was Time for you to leave. Sera allowed you to create portals back to heaven in case anything happened and you were in need of assistance. Adam walked you to the front gate.

“Ok, do you have everything? You didn’t forget that fucking angelic dagger I had Lute get for you right-“

You shush him “Adam, I told you I’ll be fine!”

He’s sighs “Damn it- I know that but just make sure to text me while your there ok-

You kiss him deeply “Adam. I know, you’ve told me a hundred times.” You smile as you cup his face “I love you”

He sighs “Love you too Sweetcheeks”

With one final kiss, you give Adam a tight hug before waving goodbye as you went through the flaming portal. As you went through, you take a second to look at your surroundings. In front of you was a tall building. You take a few steps back to see LED lights of a sign flashing the words ‘Hazbin Hotel’

You let out a sigh of relief. You had been a tad bit worried you’d spawn somewhere random and you’d have to find the building yourself. But it seems heaven at least spared you of that.

The red skies of hell were quite different from the pristine blue ones of heaven. Even though you just got here, you could already hear the sounds of screams and explosions in the distance. How welcoming.

You steel yourself and with three hard knocks to the door, you wait for someone to open it. Muffled Scurrying sounds of footsteps approach the door before it creaks open revealing the young blond woman in the doorframe, Charlie Morningstar.

“Hi! I’m-“

The door is slammed shut, Before opening again

“Be not afraid-“

It shuts again…

Well, this may be a bit harder than you initially anticipated. You go to knock again only for it to open once more. This time, the door doesn’t close again, instead the girl mutters a quick “Hi” before going quiet.

“Hello! I didn’t mean to scare you!” You give a small laugh before continuing “I believe we met a couple days ago?” You bring your hand towards her for a shake, to which she reciprocates.

“During the meeting with.. Adam? Right?” She grimaced when she mentioned Adam, which you decided to ignore, you simply smiled and nodded. ”but I don’t believe I caught your name?”

You tell her about yourself, about how your there to stay and monitor any progress the hotel may have. You made sure to pronounce ‘may.’ While you were hoping for this idea to show some kind of positive results, even you weren’t sure if it’d would work.

“Charlie? who’s at the door- WhatHolyShit-“ a woman with a red X over her eye suddenly shouts in surprise. You look over at her, She looked very familiar…

“Wait, you are-“

“Vaggie! Charlie’s sinner girlfriend! And you are?!” The woman known as Vaggie, highlighted the word sinner while performing a “be quiet” gesture with her hand. Your eyes widen a little at the ex-Angel in front of you but you simply smile a nod “I’m Y/n, I don’t believe we’ve met, yes?”

Look, lying is the last thing you’d want to do as a citizen of heaven but you figured that it would be fine if it was to protect someone. Vaggie nodded, her face scrunched up in a tense look.

“You feeling ok Vaggie? You’re looking a little… red?”

“I’m fine! *ahem*, Hun, how about you give them a tour of the hotel.”

Charlie gasped “Yes that's perfect, you may as well get acquainted with everyone if you’re going to be here more often!”

Charlie ran off, telling you “this way! This way!” Over and over. Before you went to follow her, you leaned toward Vaggie and said a quick “Relax, I won’t tell anyone.”

She lets out a sigh before muttering “Thank you”

You both follow Charlie as she shows you the various rooms in the hotel before leading you back to the hotel’s lobby and lounge area.

“Hey! Hello everyone!” Charlie’s voice picked up a little “I’d like to introduce you to our uh… new staff member?” You nod in agreement with the title. The room in front of you was shrouded in looks of both horror and amazement.

“What the hell’s an angel doin’ here?” A lanky spider demon spoke up first

“It’sss an ambush! seek Cover!!” The Snake demon shouted, seemingly grabbing an army helmet from thin air before taking a deep dive behind the couch.

“No Pentious-” She sighs “they’re here to monitor the hotel! Heaven sent them to scout any potential progress the hotel will have”

“It’s nice to meet you all” you look at the people in front of you, to say it was a colorful cast would be an understatement.

“These two are our current tenants of the hotel! Angel dust and Sir Pentious!”

The snake slithered slowly from behind the couch up to you, while the Spider demon remained rested on the couch

“Oh… *ahem* Excuse me dear! I am Sir. Pentious! Formally known as ‘the Architect of destruction’!” He laughs, a slight hiss sounding in his voice.

He offers a handshake which you accept. To which you immediately regret. ‘ Slimey’ you thought, before wiping your, now wet hand on your clothes.

The spider demon, who you now know as Angel Dust, just gives a wave with one of his 4 arms.

“And-“ Charlie extends the word as she quickly walk to a bar by the entrance “this is the recreational area, run by our Bartender, Husk!”

The winged bartender seemed entirely uninterested in your presence or even Charlie’s. The most you got was a small glance before he takes a swig of his alcohol and walks off.

“He’s not the most… social guy in hell” she awkwardly laughs before moving on to the next person. “And this is Nifty, our one and only maid at the hotel! Nifty say hi.”

The short woman scurried moved around you, her eye quickly looking at every every nook and cranny of you as she moved. She made numerous attempts to touch and grab various things on you, your clothes, wings, and eventually she tried to climb up you to get to your halo. That’s when you finally grabbed her in place “you're a… fast one, huh? Nice to meet you!”

“And last but not least! This is Alastor, the hotel’s executive producer and our first -and only- overlord sponsor!”

Immediately, you could tell there was something off about Alastor. The entire aura he gave off was as if he was restraining something completely and utterly ungodly. The static that surrounded him was just one of many whispers you could hear from his soul.

“Hello! It’s quite a pleasure to meet someone of your… holy status!” He offers a hand to which you, hesitantly, shake. “And what do we owe the pleasure for your service?”

“They’re going to be here to keep track of the progress of the hotel…” Charlie paused “you know I’m starting to sound like a broken record- here, it’s late, how about we all get some sleep and we can talk about it in the morning!”

“Fine by me, I am waaay too sober to be having social interaction this late” Angel picks himself up and stretches “I’m gonna hit the hay”

“Here I’ll show you to your room!” Charlie smiles “We -obviously- didn’t have time to make your own so I hope you don’t mind using one of the guest rooms” she laughs

She and Vaggie walks you to your new room before leaving you be, The room was nothing more than just your average hotel room. Of course it did have its differences, a multitude of… eyes seem to be on the wall, staring at you. Well, that’s not the least alarming.

You place your stuff down and begin unpacking, you mostly just brought the basics. Clothes, hygiene stuff, your phone, and, most importantly, a framed photo of Adam.

You sat the photo on your nightstand, angling it just right so that it would always be visible to you. As you do so, you think about the memory the photo brings, you took it on one of the first dates you went on with Adam. It was a relatively tame date, you and Adam, having a picnic by a lake at night. You brought candles so you both weren’t completely in the dark, and you just loved the way he looked, his golden eyes watching the water. The dim candle light illuminating his face with a warm golden shade. Adam hates photos of him with his mask off but… You just had to keep that moment in time forever.

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

Speak of the- well, you know the rest. The bright light from the phone comes with the notification sound displaying Adam in bold letters. You smile as you read his messages.

Dixkmaster69

Heyy Sweetcheeks, it’s been a bit since you left

You there??

Fucking answer

You let out a small laugh at Adam’s barrage of messages. He’s not used to you being away from him for more than a day, huh? Not that you could blame him, this is honestly nothing compared to how you feel each year he has to do the extermination.

Sweetcheeks

Hey love

Everything’s fine, I’m ok.

Aside from not having you with me :’(

Dixkmaster69

Fucking finally

You know you don’t have to do this

If I bitch enough to Sera I can get you back by tomorrow

Sweetcheeks

Please don’t, Sera already has enough on her plate.

I promise I’m going to be fine

I’ll be back before you know it.

Dixkmaster69

I know

This shit just worries me

Gonna miss hearing your sexy ass voice at night too ;)

You blush at the message before sighing. Whenever you or Adam approached a topic that made him uncomfortable, he would always try to change the subject to something that made him feel better. You knew why, Adam’s someone who rarely talked about his feelings, even after all these eons together that was something he hadn’t changed. You knew exactly what he needed, even if he didn’t explicitly tell you.

Sweetcheeks

I already miss yours too <3

Do you want to help me fall asleep with that heavenly voice of yours on the phone?

Dixkmaster69

Whatever you want Sweetcheeks <3

You smile when, almost immediately, Adam begins calling your phone. You click the lights off before You make your way in your new bed, not even bothering to change out of the clothes you’ve been wearing. You grab the cover and pull it over you and tapping the answer button.

“Sup”

You yawn “Hey handsome, I missed your voice”

You hear his voice hitch before he caused on “Of course you did, no one has a better voice than the dick master. But uh, yours is a close second”

You’re let out a tired giggle, “such a charmer, you. How’s your day been huh?”

“Oh! don’t even get me started on that- Lute took me to get some ribs to ‘calm my nerves’ or some shit and they had me, ME, wait in line for like 15 minutes! The fucking audacity!”

You smile to yourself as Adam tells you about his day, the sound of his voice was like a sweet lullaby to your ears and you couldn’t get enough of it. But eventually…

“And then when I got home, I couldn’t find my damn charger and it took me like 40 fuckin’ minutes to realize it was under our bed, do you have any idea of how it keeps getting there?” He waits for you to respond only to be met with silence. “Uh bitch, I’m talking to you.”

More silence… well no, actually if Adam focused on listening, he could hear the faint sound of your snoring from the phone. Adam sighs,”Long day, huh?”

Adam lays back in your shared bed, getting comfortable. He sets the phone beside him, plugging it in while keeping it on speaker. He yawns, “Goodnight Sweetheart, can’t wait to see you again”

Slowly, the soft sounds of both yours and Adam’s snores filled each others rooms, a distant, but intimate connection. Even in slumber, you couldn’t stop thinking of your handsome and caring soulmate.

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