sparkinglove

[sparkinglove]

INJURIES + AID.

a collection of prompts in which sender comes to receiver for help with an injury, focusing on trust, vulnerability, and a little bit of embarrassment! various situations included, cw for injuries, implied self harm, and nsfw content!

add +reverse as needed, or specify extra details! in no particular order:

[ 01 ] sender comes to receiver with a wound they have been keeping secret and has become infected.

[ 02 ] sender comes to receiver for help with a wound they swore they could take care of alone.

[ 03 ] sender comes to receiver with an unrelated injury but happens to be covered in marks from a recent sexual encounter.

[ 04 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury they got during sex.

[ 05 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury they got while doing something the receiver warned them not to attempt alone.

[ 06 ] sender comes to receiver with an self-inflicted injury from unwise sword/bow/weapons practice.

[ 07 ] sender comes to receiver with a self-inflicted injury from a silly domestic (cleaning/cooking etc) accident.

[ 08 ] sender comes to receiver with a self-inflicted injury for which they provide no excuse.

[ 09 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury in a location they cannot easily reach.

[ 10 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury they do not remember getting.

[ 11 ] sender comes to receiver with an aggravated old injury they knew they needed to be careful of.

[ 12 ] sender comes to receiver having re-opened a healing wound.

[ 13 ] sender comes to receiver having ruined the dressing of a recent wound.

[ 14 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury in a sensitive/intimate location.

[ 15 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury in a location that reveals an embarrassing/secret tattoo.

[ 16 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury in a location that reveals scars that are not usually seen.

[ 17 ] sender comes to receiver with a problem that reveals an old injury they need to explain.

[ 18 ] sender comes to receiver with a problem they have had before, but has been previously shoddily cared for.

[ 19 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury they're sure was a deliberate attack on them, though they have no evidence.

[ 20 ] sender comes to receiver needing care for a recent tattoo.

[ 21 ] sender comes to receiver needing care for a recent piercing.

[ 22 ] sender comes to receiver needing care for another recent body modification.

[ 23 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury that has been inflicted upon them as punishment.

[ 24 ] sender comes to receiver with a long-term injury they've finally decided to address.

[ 25 ] sender comes to receiver with an injury that reveals a long-kept secret.

[sparkinglove]

It took no time at all for Yusuke to respond. A thrill of excitement surged through her as his hands moved to grab her, forcing her back to hit the mattress with a show of strength from him that never failed to turn her on. Her body was already thrumming with warmth as she watched his hands move in a flurry to undo her jacket and undershirt to get at her bra underneath, and ripped it off of her with ease.

That was better. God, that was so much fucking better. She appreciated how quickly he moved to listen to her and stop wasting time between them.

Her back arched off the mattress to lean her chest into the ministrations of his mouth. "Fuck, Yusuke!" His name left her lips with a gasp. One of her hands fisted the bedsheets beneath her, enjoying the attention and the filthy words that left his mouth. Every little detail he thought about her, she wanted to hear. She wanted to know every way he thought about having her in, or doing to her, because there were plenty of filthy thoughts she had about him over this past few months.

It was too long since she last had someone like this and she wanted to bask in how good it felt already.

"You should have," she groaned, a slight edge of irritation in her voice that Yusuke didn't share his thoughts about her sooner. Now that the seams were coming undone between them, she wasn't willing to suppress a filter for how she thought about him, either. "Fucking do it then. I'm tired of going back to my room at night wondering what could've happened if I let you continue."

She curled one arm around his waist to yank his body down against hers, lifting her hips up to meet his in a welcomed thrust of desired friction. "You've been teasing me for too long."

Huh, but considering where his soul wound up maybe it shouldn’t be such a surprise that Charlie could be sinful..the way her and continues to rub against him, his girth now growing under her touch forming the bulge that eventually grew within his pants. THIS was all very new to him, the sensation of an erection? Not so much, this is a feeling he’s come to know PERSONALLY all too well, what makes it different this time around is the fact that it wasn’t his own hand doing the stroking, for some reason her doing this causes the blood to flow faster than it’s ever done as his left created a sort of imprint in his pants.

“ 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐧.. ” Yusuke was still shocked, still in a stupor but incredibly hot for her at the current moment. Though inexperience his mind merely thought on images he’s viewed before, scenes that he’s mentally absorbed from certain shows down here…and honestly even THAT was difficult because of how freaky hell is. But there were a few that gave him the insight he needed and now Yusuke was about to play them out as best as he could. He pins her back firmly against the mattress and quickly undoes her jacket, then hastily pulls away her bra and leans forward until his lips make contact with her bare breast. 

Lips gently suckles the mound as the tip of his tongue teasingly glides along her areola before stimulating her nipple. Then finally one last suck before pulling away to speak to her once again. “Oh Charlie, the fact that there were so many friggin’ days I just wanted t’ fuck ya in one of these vacant rooms. Hell there were days I wanted t’ eat ya out from under your desk while you’re dealing with tenants' positive evaluations..” His fingers gropes her breasts once more…now he felt rather greedy with them, holding them bare.. “I also dreamt of playin’ with these babies fer weeks..fuck that uniform doesn’t do ‘em justice.”

[sparkinglove]

There was skepticism in the narrow set of the radio demon's eyes and the slight twist to his smile that only someone close to him could tell the difference in. Alastor doubted the legitimacy of the cure Charlie brought back, which she fully expected to handle. But this cure came from someone they could trust. Someone she trusted who wouldn't lie to the face of the Princess of Hell.

"Of course I can! It's practically the same as sewing!" She waved her hand in dismissal, but the truth of the matter was that she barely understood anything about the craftsmanship of sewing. She only tried her hand at it once in order to fix an old toy of hers when she was young, and the results of it were... less than desirable, but Alastor didn't need to hear that story.

However, there wasn't time to question her ability to handle this or get anyone else involved. The less people who knew about Alastor's predicament, the better it was for him. "I can handle this, I promise," she said more convincingly, reassuring herself as much as him. She could do this for him! She could save him, no matter how bad the situation had to get until his state improved. She wasn't going to let him die on her watch!

She got off the bed in a flurry of movement, rushing to retrieve what she needed to complete the job, but also to tune out any more complaints by Alastor. She wasn't about to let him try and talk his way out of allowing her to do this. "It'll be fine, Alastor," she reassured him one last time as she collected each item; a needle strong enough to hold the thread, and everything she would need to sanitize and bandage his wound once they were finished.

With everything in easy access from the bed, she carefully kneeled down on the mattress and scooted closer to him. "This might be a little bit... awkward," she decided on the word after a brief pause, trying not to hold her breath as she lifted one leg over Alastor's lap in order to straddle him, "but try to deal with it for now." It was the best position she could think of to grant her easy access to his chest and have free movement of her hands to work.

It was perhaps the first time she found herself in such an intimate position with him, which wasn't as strange as she might've imagined, and not at all in a bad way. But she had a task to focus on and forced that thought away from her before it could run wild.

She threaded the needle with steady hands, instead focusing on what she needed to do to brace herself to handle this as well. It was going to hurt Alastor. Worse than the suffering he endured from the wound already. He might scream, or fight back, but she was prepared to deal with whatever was thrown at her so long as this worked.

Alastor had to be okay. She needed him.

She made quick work of disinfecting the area, trying not to let her eyes linger on his chest for too long, whether on the tear of his skin or how unusual it was to see so much of his skin bared in front of her.

With a heavy breath, she poised the tip of the needle against the top of the wound, but didn't dare sink it through yet. "Are you ready?" she asked, forcing any hesitation from her voice. She could do this!

As quickly as she let herself in, she was gone. He didn't understand why Charlie was so pressed to do this specific thing. Talking to other Overlords in the process could lead to her being dragged into another deal, and while he would like to have that deal himself, anyone else having her was not ideal for his goals.

Alas there wasn't anything he could do. All he could do was wait…

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It wasn't like he could very well refuse Charlie. Even if she returned empty handed, it wasn't going to stop her from finding a solution. Most likely her father would be the next individual he'd have to deal with knowing about this. The humiliations he'd prefer to not receive from it. Carmilla was bad enough. Charlie was not good at explaining anything without someone reading through her. Disaster…

He had done as she asked, sitting up enough to bed to rest, but finding a book to keep himself entertained. His mind occasionally wandered, even slightly worried about the Princess. It more caught him by surprise when she opened the door rather roughly, and proclaimed loudly that she had actually found a solution. He vaguely thought to himself if he should be skeptic of this. Healing an angelic wound was no easy feat.

And there it was. The way she said it, made his ear tuffs droop. Was this actually a cure or just some way to mock him? The fact that he wasn't going to like it only flared his anxiety over this whole ordeal. He would at least, for the moment, hear her out. That's about as much tolerance he had for her after all this.

Eyes watched carefully, looking at the thread, and again, being skeptic if this would actually work. The angelic thread slightly made sense. This is something Carmilla would have experimented with, and quite honestly, it may be the only thing she was able to try that was somewhat successful. The exterminations were brutal, both from being involved with them, but also just onlooking at the damage they created. Being an angelic arms dealer, saving a few of her contracts would be more beneficial to her.

"Charlie, are you capable of suturing a wound?" His head tilted slightly being completely serious but curious at the same time. Not to mention, handling him if things should go wrong. "I appreciate your attempts to help, but I do not believe this is going to go well for either of us." He also couldn't risk hurting Charlie. He had endured this pain for how long now, it wasn't like he couldn't take it longer. Worse, he may just have to get someone higher involved if sewing the wound shut is really the only way.

[sparkinglove]

// I know I haven't been active around here in months, and I can't promise how much that activity will return. While I enjoy writing here and meeting others who share the same passion as me, my lifestyle simply doesn't allow me much free time to build my blog the way I would like to or connect with others.

While I want to return and continue writing for these characters I've grown to love, I've come to the realization that it'll only happen with meeting certain conditions.

My interactions with others will be severely limited. I kept a couple of other posts saved in my drafts that I would like to respond to, but for the most part, I'm limiting my interactions to my mains and close friends.

Which in part is also why my partner and I decided to close off our two main ships together.

Radiostatic (Alastor x Vox) and Radiobelle (Alastor x Charlie) are now exclusive ships I have with shiningxfates's Alastor.

This doesn't mean I won't interact my Vox or Charlie with any other Alastors. If I can find the time, I'm more than happy to build friendships between them, but neither will be in a romantic or intimate way.

I hope no one I've previously plotted or interacted with will take offense to this decision. It's being done to help me deal with the anxiety I have of being here, the time I'm able to spend here, and also simply to protect my relationship with them.

[sparkinglove]

@shiningxfates

"Ahem."

The media demon cleared his throat while summoning a contract in front of him. With a flick of his wrist, it unraveled with a shock of static, revealing its written words to the radio demon before him.

"Read over it carefully and tell me if this is... agreeable with you." There was an edge of annoyance to his voice that their relationship devolved to this, but he supposed he should be grateful to have Alastor in any capacity. If a written contract was what it took to convince the radio demon to stay by his side, then Vox was willing to offer his soul in exchange, so to speak.

Really, it was more his heart on the line than his soul, but that wasn't something he wasn't willing to admit out loud.

The contract in his hands detailed the terms of their newest agreement with each other. How they belonged to only each other, more or less in certain terms, and didn't allow them to stray off the path for another who operated in the same field as them. Alastor could still have his silly little princess and that ridiculous hotel that would never succeed, and whatever angel he was able to sink his claws into.

What it meant was no other radio host. No other television or media sensation. There was only one of their kind for each other.

It was a win to him, so long as he could convince Alastor to sign on the dotted lines.

He extended a hand out to shake as a wry smile lit his screen. "Do we have a deal, my dear old friend?"

[sparkinglove]

@shiningxfates

"Um, I was wondering if you're not busy today... since it's a holiday some people celebrate-

Oh, not that we're like, a couple couple," she paused to laugh nervously, her hands fidgeting in front of herself.

"But if you're not doing anything else today, if you'd like to spend it... with me?" Her cheeks brightened as the question finally got out to the radio demon in front of her.

[sparkinglove]

@shiningxfates | continued from x

He was close.

Vox was on the edge of coming as the name of the only being in all of Hell that he truly wanted left his lips, followed by quickening the movement of his wrist. He chased after the relief of pleasure, barely registering the sound of his office door opening as the one sinner on his mind walked in.

It was to the static call of his name that made Vox finish. "Oh, fuck!" His head tilted back as his screen visibly glitched.

There wasn't time for him to enjoy the afterglow of release. The embarrassment came in full force then. The screen of his cheeks tinged a bright shade of pink and glitched in place twice more before Vox cleared his throat in an attempt to smooth out his appearance before Alastor looked back his way. Even if it was for his own comfort, Vox was grateful that Alastor gave him a shred of privacy to adjust himself before having to face him after such a display.

"It's my office. I can do whatever the fuck I please," he rationed as he hastily stuffed himself back in his pants. He wiped one clawed hand off on his pants in a hurry before standing up. Part of him was hung up on the embarrassment of being caught, let alone of him stupidly crying out Alastor's name like he always did during intimate moments, but another part of him found it hot being caught by the object of his fantasies. "Learn to fucking knock, or at least announce yourself, prick." He bent forward to casually brush off dust from his pants and button them up as if nothing out of the ordinary occurred. Of course to him, jerking off to the thought of Alastor was a natural occurence, and one that happened often.

He turned his head to survey the current time on one of his many monitors and found that Alastor was right. It was in fact a few minutes past the scheduled time of their appointment, the very one Vox promised to help Alastor set up for the Hazbin Hotel. "Shit, well..." He cleared his throat one last time, too embarrassed to admit that Alastor was right, and instead waved the demon in. "You might as well come in so we can get this shit started."

[sparkinglove]

@shiningxfates | continued from x

She let out a quiet hum in response as her lips continued their ministrations, trailing to another spot over his collarbone to suck a new mark into his skin. Once she was finished, her tongue lapped over the blooming bruise as a satisfied smile spread across her. "I'll leave them wherever I please." Despite the air of authority in her voice and the underlying attempt at it coming off as sexy, she made sure to appease the request. She knew the rules here. Alastor's one request was to keep their relationship a secret for now, and she had no problem obliging as long as she got to have him like this in private.

The sharp intake of breath he took made her blood pulse faster, sending heat coursing through her. It made her teeth sink harder against him, threatening to break skin. "You're mine to do what I want with." She pulled back to meet his eyes, her own focused solely on him, as if challenging him to argue against her. No one else got to see the radio demon like this, his neck and skin bared before them, littered in marks only the Princess of Hell dared to leave on him.

"And I want to do everything to you." Her head swooped down, blond hair falling over her shoulders, as her lips captured his this time in a kiss that soon led her to nipping at his bottom lip in desperation.

[sparkinglove]

There was nothing Vox loved more than hearing himself talk. It was one of the many reasons he enjoyed hosting broadcasts. It provided him with long stretches of time where he was able to talk out of his ass and fill the audience with everything he wanted them to hear. With a little help from his unique talent of hypnotism, the denizens of Hell believed every word of it.

Now was one of those scheduled periods. He had the audience captivated by talks of new technology that was soon to arrive at their doorstep and be found throughout all of Hell. If they wanted to be the first to get their hands on it, then they would have to line up soon. Of course, it was all talk. There was nothing new or improved about the technology being sold, but because it was him, they listened, which only further fueled his ego.

He was transfixed by the lengthy talk, focused on answering questions with bullshit answers he made up on the spot. He took another contented sip from the cup of coffee in his hand, playing a part by pretending to be exhausted by working around the clock to provide this much needed technology, when his eyes strayed from the blinking camera in front of him and took notice of the red figure standing nearby.

Immediately he lost his cool, spitting out the black liquid from his mouth in surprise. It sprayed all over his table, including over several paper files that were for show, and barely missed the lens of the camera itself. It was proceeded by a hacking cough. Blue claws gripped around the sides of his table in fury, tightening until they dug into the very material of it.

What was he doing here?! And of all places, in Vox's office during one of his broadcasts?! Why wouldn't one of his useless employees keep him from barging in here?! Granted, against the radio demon, they were powerless. None of them would stand a chance standing in the way of something Alastor was trying to do.

One eye on his screen twitched in irritation as any pretense of calm and collected while live on his broadcast was gone. "It looks like we'll be wrapping up this q&a session sooner than expected. Remember, trust VokTek with your safety!" His eye swirled, but the hypnotism wasn't in full effect any more. He was too distracted, abruptly ending the broadcast with a click inside his head.

He was out of his seat immediately, his claws leaving the new groove in his table, as he abandoned the mess and strode across the room to where Alastor stood. "What are you doing here? Who the fuck let you in here?" Anger colored his voice, not only by the presence of him, but knowing that Alastor made him look like a fool on live television. Hopefully this was a broadcast Velvette and Val missed so he wouldn't have to hear about it from them later.

His mind was reeling as he waited for an answer, his angry expression refusing to betray any sign of what his mind was really conjuring up.

Oh fuck; shit! Was the radio demon here to see him?

@sparkinglove ❤️

Being here made him cringe, but he was here on official hotel business. He swore Charlie just liked to send him off on these adventures to mess with him. Being in the entertainment district was not one of those he preferred to visit, if he could avoid it.

Fortunately, most the lesser being working for the three Overlords knew better than to stop him. He walked right into the tower, requested the floor that the Media Overlord would be on, and walked right to the elevator. The bright blue lights were already an eyesore that he was trying to ignore.

Once he arrived at his floor, he noticed Vox was doing some sort of broadcast. Well, a little chaos wouldn't hurt right? Walking in as if the owned the place, he casually moved to where he wouldn't be in the way, but just enough in the way that if Vox decided to glance over from his screen he'd see a familiar deer.

[sparkinglove]

There was something satisfying about the surprise that colored Yusuke's cheeks. It was rare to catch him off guard, but clearly, the last thing he expected was for someone to grope him back. It wasn't the first time Charlie felt a member, but it was a couple of years since she last did. It was almost memorizing now feeling the stiffness almost instantly take hold of him. It barely took any pressure at all for Yusuke's arousal to grow, and she planned to chase that. Finally let them explore this side of their bond too.

"If you're going to touch me, fucking do it right." She forced her voice to be steady and commanding, but her blush came back in full force. Touching him like this was new to her, which threw her off her game, but she was sure in what she wanted. She was ready to see where this led between them and damn the consequences.

"You're always teasing me. I'm sick of wanting more." She laid in bed thinking about him too many times to count. In her head, this wasn't the first time they were doing something like this. "So, tell me, Yusuke..." Her wrist twisted, angling her hand better to knead her fingers along the hardening length she could feel trapped inside his pants with growing pressure as her desire to feel more grew. "...what have you always imagined doing to me?" She wanted to hear all of it and make it a reality.

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐊 | @sparkinglove | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

It became a common theme between them. Part of becoming Yusuke's friend meant being okay with the occasional grope to her breasts or her ass, always accompanied by a perverted comment. It was something Charlie grew to accept and over recent weeks, began to anticipate with something akin to excitement. It became a part of the day she looked forward to; feeling his hands on her, allowing them a brief moment to feel closer to one another in a way she didn't have anyone else for months. Of course, she wouldn't admit that to Yusukee, even when his perverted behavior began to happen with more frequency. She learned to better control her surprise to avoid continuously burning him, but kept pushing him away with continuing reluctance until it was all she could think about for the rest of the day, until she was even laying in bed alone for the night and still thinking about him, wondering what would happen if she just let it go. Let him do what he wanted; what they both wanted. Yusuke probably didn't intend to instill the idea in her, but the closer they became over the months they spent together in Hell, battling against enemies and working towards a shared goal of the hotel becoming a success, the more impossible it became to ignore the bond or the desire she had to deepen it between them. Until, finally, Charlie couldn't stand it any longer and snapped. It was a normal day spent in the hotel, without the thrill of a battle or a new resident taking up room in the hotel. All it took was one of Yusuke's routine perverted comments and a reach towards her chest. His hand cupped around it like usual, groping her from over her normal attire, her red jacket cushioning the feeling of his hand too much. It was enough to make her decide she needed more. There wasn't any warning, not even over the last couple of days, when she leaned into the touch. It made her chest press closer in his grip, even if she couldn't feel as much as she wanted to of his touch. Without thinking twice about it, her own hand reached down to return the grope to him, blindly reaching between his legs to get a palm full of his crotch. Her fingers squeezed delicately around the enclosed length of it, for once getting a good feeling of his size in return. Unlike him, no perverted comment filled the space. Her eyes lifted to meet his with determination in them, a clear sign that she knew what she wanted from him. Her cheeks were tinged a slightly brighter shade of pink, unable to completely hold back the embarrassment that came from the bold movement.

“Hey KID, think you can fire us somethin’ good on the grill?” Spoke Husk the moment he saw Yusuke strolling along.

❝   𝐁𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 '𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞.   ❞  The cook replied with a smirk on his face, it was a good trade, food for drinks and so Yusuke went to work on that special order ASAP, all the while handling the other special meals the staff usually required. The hotel had its share of tenants and of course they needed feeding as well. There wasn’t a lot to work with but luckily enough this WAS hell so it wasn’t like they had Tipton Hotel to go to.

The hours rolled by and Yusuke continues to cook and cook until his duties were done. Now, fortunately enough there was time to visit the BIG BOSS WOMAN herself. Yusuke couldn’t count the days where he’d pretty much rely on Charlie’s sunny attitude to get him through the day, it was infectious and something he’s come to cherish. After all, sugar and rainbows were an IMPOSSIBILITY in Hell. 

“H’alright now that’s done I can have this sent t’ Husk.” Thus giving himself freedom to visit Charlie within one of the hallways. The moment of course were filled with conversation, he had recent memories of what his life was like..ironically he was..rather confused as to WHY he even remembers in the first place. His first guess was probably because he’s practically a resident of hell on a molecular level. Mazoku is practically welcomed here. Though, through their little conversation came the time for Yusuke to be HANDS ON once again, a hand reaches from behind her to touch her breast through her uniform.

THAT very moment he’s more than prepared to be pushed off as he’s never given a good grope..but curiously enough today he does..his fingers had actually been given enough time to press into her mound. But Damn, he knew she was soft..pretty busy despite what the uniform would suggest..however, THIS?! The feeling was beyond anything he’s felt before when he was alive, or anything he’s felt whenever his hands invaded her body on the regular. However, then something happened..something Yusuke HIMSELF was not prepared for. Charlie felt back, turning to face him and had her hand between his legs cupping his crotch and felt his member hardening under her touch through his trousers. He was SOO surprised that his face turns a shade of red as he gazes up at her with wide eyes. “S-Sweetcheeks?”

[sparkinglove]

The smile Charlie wore was radiant, along with the bright red night gown she wore. It was different than the usual pajamas she wore to bed, designed specifically for this event, with little hearts patterned along the fabric. Everyone had a cute design at her request. Once Alastor entered the foyer wearing his, it only made her eyes light up with more excitement. This was really happening! Even Alastor came to her sleepover!

"YES!" She all but shouted the word, bouncing on the balls of her feet in joy. "You look a-maz-ing in them! I did a perfect job in picking them out for you!" And by picking them out, she meant designing the vision for them and asking her dad to create them, who was also scheduled to show up at their sleepover sometime during the night, assuming the big boss of Hell had some free time.

Squealing, she bounded over to Alastor and flung her arms around his waist in a hug. "Thank you for coming! It means so much to me that you did!" He was the one she was the most concerned about showing up, and the one she wanted to the most. She beamed up at him with a bright smile and couldn't resist standing up on the tips of her toes to reach one hand above his head and lightly patted one of his ear tuffs. "They look cute on you, really! I promise this will be fun!"

@sparkinglove ❤

This was absolutely ridiculous. There's no reason that he should have to wear these, and yet, here he was, dressed in a pair of pajamas with little deer on them. Charlie just had to have the bright idea to turn the whole foyer into a sleepover for some bonding exercise.

With as much enthusiasm that he could muster, he turned to Charlie. "Are you positive all this is necessary?" His ear tuffs not quite as perky. It wasn't like he slept much anyway, but dealing with this lot for the whole evening didn't sound like an enjoyable experience.

[sparkinglove]

@aroyaltailor

'I can do this'.

It wasn't the first time Charlie Morningstar repeated the mantra to herself. Over the past several months, it seemed like she said it a lot as the need for her to lead kept raising. Now wasn't any different, except this time, she was attempting to rally royalty to support her cause.

The sound of the party was only a couple of feet away, ongoing outside of the room she was currently hiding in. She wasn't alone in attendance -- her father was among the crowd, along with one of her closest confidents from the hotel -- but instead of comforting her, they were out there doing their own job they were instructed with, which was to mingle and spread word of their accomplishments at the hotel.

Soon, Charlie would be doing the same. In a couple of minutes, she had an entire speech planned for the entirety of the party. She planned to speak in front of all of them, thanks to an arrangement from her father. There was so much for them to inform the denizens of Hell about what happened during the latest Extermination Day less than a week ago; what the hotel survived through and her plans to continue working towards the goal of it, and how they might confront Heaven from here on out...

So many eyes would be on her, and it was up to her yet again to rally people behind her cause. Except these people were different from the cannibals of Cannibal Town. They wouldn't be as easy to convince to support her, but she had to try.

She could feel the pressure on her shoulders. Her breaths quickened as her heart pounded in her chest, struggling to not think about all the ways this speech could go wrong. "They'll listen to me. They have to." She spoke out loud in an attempt to quell her own anxiety, not noticing as her pace quickened around the room. She made small circular laps, clasping and unclasping her hands in front of her.

Nothing seemed to be easing her fears, but she kept trying. "I can do this..."

But what if she couldn't?

[sparkinglove]

The cooling sensation of the ointment as it met her inflamed skin felt wonderful. It helped provide immediate relief from the pain of the burn. However, the blush in her cheeks remained as the sensation of his hands massaging her chest was brought to the forefront of her mind. "Ahaha... Yeah, I know that now... And always pay attention when I'm using the stove," she answered sheepishly. That had been her downfall. It was embarrassing now to think about how many things she did wrong in the situation which only made the potential fire and her injury worse. It all could've easily been avoided.

But... She wasn't upset with this outcome. There was something nice about having Yusuke this close to her. It was a struggle to focus her attention on what he was saying rather than where his hands were on her, which was also a pleasant feeling.

She forced a small laugh, albeit still nervously, at the words of comfort he provided. "It's hard to imagine there ever being a time you couldn't cook. You're incredible at it." Her smile turned more sincere at his offer. "I'd... really like that. I'm willing to give it another chance if you'll be there to guide me." If it meant the two of them could spend more time together, then she was more than happy to return to the kitchen.

The message barely finished before Yusuke's hand moved elsewhere. Her face heated up and for a moment, she was struck speechless. She could only stare helplessly as Yusuke groped her before remembering that she should do something to stop it. "Yusuke!" Her hands reached out to push against his chest, forcing him back away from her, as an accidental flash of flames ignited from her hands with a sudden slip of control of her powers. She reeled it back a moment later as her hands snapped back towards her chest, both in case fire accidentally ignited again to avoid hurting him, but also as a means to cover her chest.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to do that... But you should probably go." She wasn't sure which was more horrifying. The fact that her powers slipped and could have hurt him, or the fact that in truth, she didn't mind his hand on her and enjoyed the knowledge that he thought about her chest before. She wouldn't have minded letting him explore more, but they weren't together so it felt wrong.

Shit; why did she have to be thinking of him this way too?

━━   ❝   𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.   ❞  Yusuke rushes through the hall. (‘okay you’re just gonna heal that nasty burn..don’t think about her breasts..don’t think about touchin’ ‘em’) He told himself at the back of his mind as he arrived within his own room and grabbed the ointment needed before he cursed under his breath. “SHIT!!” He’s already thinking about her, about THEM and his mind continues to fall into the gutters. Yusuke had displayed interest in her lately yeah, but agh his mind struggled to think of a scenario where an Amazonian princess would settle for a friggin’ grunt demon.

Yusuke then quickly tried exiting his own mind as he made the trip back towards her room. “Either way..what’d we learn today?? Never use fabric t’ take out a grease fire.” Yusuke spoke opening the flat jar and applied some against his finger and then against her chest until finally, he began rubbing it into her flesh in the form of a gentle massage.

“Hopefully this little mishap doesn’t keep ya out of the kitchen. My memories of my life are hazy..but I can VAGUELY REMEMBER a time I couldn’t even boil rice.” Moral of the story: practice makes perfect. “Hell if ya want maybe you can show up when I’m cooking and I’ll..ya know show ya a few pointers.” That’s what he needed to do, just keep talking, keep himself busy. But it was all for naught, after the massage his hand reaches forward to grope her breast though even THAT was a gentle approach. “You’re..alot bigger than I thought.”

[sparkinglove]

I'm attempting to return to my blog! I want to update my rules and do a little bit more to organize my space and make it more comfortable for me, but while I slowly get around to it, I'll hopefully be able to work on some replies I've owed for a while. Please continue being patient with me. I may be slow, but I promise that I adore my partners and want to continue with all the wonderful plots I have planned with them. ❤

[sparkinglove]

'I can do this' was the mantra repeating through his head.

Vox forced a practiced smile on his lips, despite feeling no reason to smile over the past several weeks. His previous life was dead. It was left in ruins along with his media tower. Whatever remains were left of it now belonged to Velvette and Val to rebuild together, their previous group with him dissolved. They were no longer the three Vees.

Which was what brought him here, to the very hotel he previously loathed, and knocking on their door. He could ask them for help, or at least, ask for help from the sentimental daughter of Lucifer Morningstar. She was his last hope in all of Hell.

He brushed off invisible dirt from the front of his shirt, repeating the mantra one last time, 'I can do this. She'll take me in. She can help', to steel his nerves. He wasn't used to having to ask for help and it unnerved him more than he cared to admit.

The door opened, revealing the one face the media Overlord wanted to avoid. His smile fell, along with his heart, as the door was abruptly slammed shut in his face. This probably wasn't how most of the guests who arrived here were welcomed, but because it was him and because it was Alastor... There was too much shared history between them for him to overlook, or for Alastor to consider inviting him inside.

'Now what?' was the only question he could ask himself. His last attempt at regaining any semblance of a life was ruined, and it left him hopeless to find another place to rebuild -- himself or his ambitions. He was going to be left homeless now and worse, alone.

He was about to turn around and admit defeat, step off the front steps of the hotel and find someplace else to go to live out the remainder of his days, when the door opened again. It was to the same jaded face as before, no less pleased to see him than before. He wasn't any happier to see Alastor, if they were being honest, but he had to be prepared to face him if he was planning to stay in the hotel for any prolonged length of time.

"I'm not here to apologize." The words were snapped more harshly than he meant to, mixing with the anxiety gradually building inside of him. Alastor could still turn him away. Perhaps never tell Charlie of his visit, and know it was as good as wiping his hands clean of him for good. He might already know what happened to Vox during the last extermination day and know how far Vox had fallen. Alastor probably wanted to see him as good as dead because if their situations were reversed...

Would Vox have wanted that? To see him actually die as Alastor almost had during that day as well? He might have answered yes before based on principle alone, but that was never what he really wanted.

He breathed out a heavy sigh, forgoing the thought and attempting to reign in his anxiety. He wouldn't know what might happen until he tried.

"Sorry, I mean... I'm here to talk to the Princess Morningstar. I have a, uh... matter to discuss with her." Seeming to read that Alastor was still less than willing to let him enter, and knowing it was only a matter of time until he learned of Vox's plan, it seemed best to let his real intentions out the bag sooner rather than later. "I'm... looking to see if she'll permit me a place to stay here."

For once, his goal was entirely self-indulgent with the underlying goal of gaining Alastor. His intent to stay at the hotel was entirely for himself, to better himself in the way the hotel truly intended for their guests.

  Things could be worse.

Alastor is apt to remind himself of this more than ever, the shame of his chest and ribs split open nearly too much to bear; ah, but with a few less hairs on his head, the world swirls clearer! Though the hotel (HIS HOTEL) may be rebuilt entirely, his pawns are not tugging at their strings and control looms on the horizon, drawing back from his fingers but not yet gone forever. There's rewards to be reaped! There's reasoning for his staying in their mockery of a radio tower. It has a bed, as if anything but the grass of the bayou would be suitable to sleep in.

  Curling up in the duvets does help with the lingering ache.

If Alastor bore any great presence in their daily activities before, his contribution sits as a single gravestone now, surrounded by none in a failed cemetery. It's considerably risky to sit on the same couch as Charlie, who has a nose for potential pity like a bloodhound, inherited from her brat father. Each morning is a mirror reflecting back to him the kind of wretch she'd love to fawn over. No, there is no place for that. And yet Hell itself is fearsome, though he would hesitate to call it anything other than dignity, in the way that he avoids his outings like they would stall him too long.

  He had once loved to visit a local butcher and carry home a bag of dripping meat. Now, like a starving winter animal, he gnaws on bones to sate his desires.

The door knocks. A potential guest.

  At last, a chance for return to form.

Alastor opens the door.

  Alastor closes the door.

(That fucking picture box and his imbecilic fucking face).

  Drawing a breath that singes its way through the mark on his chest, Alastor points his ears tall and forwards and keeps the edges of his eyes from twitching more than once, opening the door again to greet their esteemed potential guest or, perhaps, an esteemed potential meal after many weeks of scraps and awful homemade cooking.

〝My old, dear friend,〞 he drawls. 〝If you've come here to make your apology: I'm afraid I don't accept.〞

  And as the words leave him, he realises his wishes weren't so far-fetched. He looks forwards to Vox's retaliation; something he can expect.

[sparkinglove]

I should have posted this a while ago, but I'm officially putting my blog on a semi-hiatus. There may be a little activity (namely with one partner), but it will probably be slow. Too many personal issues have been coming up lately, coupled with a severe lack of time from me constantly working two jobs, that I need to take a step away from here. I'll reach out to anyone I can when inspiration to continue writing here returns, so please be patient with me. I promise I love all the plots I've worked on developing with everyone and the friends I've started to make. Mental health just sucks right now.

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