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The Grand Solis Hotel

Julian had always been the loudest of the group, the one who kept everyone’s spirits high with his boundless energy and relentless optimism. The early summer wind was tingling their faces as they were standing in front of the rusted main entrance portal. After a night of drinking and deep talking about their future, Julian and his friends decided to go for a walk in the neighborhood. For Julian, his future was already planned. Golden boy of the high school, a girlfriend captain of the cheerleaders, already recruited in one of the best colleges, and his dad paid for all his expenses. Yes, Julian was promised for a perfect life already planned and paid for. But deep inside, Julian didn’t feel like that. He was sure he was not good enough. Not strong enough in the gym, not fast enough on the field, not smart enough for studies, not beautiful enough for modeling, never enough. In reality, Julian was just like every young adult, too afraid to be his true authentic self. So, he hides behind bad jokes, being loud, a cocky manly self-centered attitude and then if something went wrong, flashing his perfect smile and face to get away from problems. Yes, Julian knew he could have the world in his palm if he wanted to, but he didn’t know if that’s what he really needed to be truly happy.

The sun casted a warm glow above the hills. Julian and his friends were talking and laughing while walking in the empty streets when they found themselves in front of the imposing rusty portal. “What do you say guys? You feeling adventurous?” said Julian in a cocky tone as he already opened the door and walked in the abandoned garden full of statues, overgrown weeds and a broken fountain that must have known better days. One by one, all his friends followed him and soon were all in front of the closed entrance door of the Grand Solis Hotel. The once-grand establishment had been a jewel of the city in the 80s, a hotspot for luxury and glamour. Decades later, everybody forgot about it and it was left to rote after a weird disappearance in a suite on the last floor. No one saw that climbing actress ever again after that terrible night. And a couple of months later, the hotel was closed definitely. Now, it was nothing but peeling wallpaper, rotting carpets, and echoes of a golden past long gone and forgotten.

As they moved through the darkened hallways, their flashlights cutting through the dust, they marveled at the remnants of a forgotten era, faded signs, chandeliers hanging by a thread, and furniture covered in ghostly white sheets. “This place is sick bro!” exclaimed Julian as him and all his friends were gagged by the beauty of this place. Everything looked so old and dusty and left there to rote abandoned and untouched. No one entered this place in years and everything was in perfect condition, except for the ravage of years that took a lot on them. “Why did they abandon this place?” asked Brad in a clueless tone. “I heard there was this young promising actress in the 80s.I think she was called something like Mary, Morny...” “She was called Lutecia Marty you moron!” cut Jackson “In the 80s, the Grand Solis Hotel was the place to be. Everybody was coming here to be seen. And one night in 1984, this girl, Lutecia, she disappeared in her room. No one never saw her again after this night. No corpse was found, nothing, she just, POOF, vanished” continued Jackson miming an explosion with his hands. “After that, the hotel closed. It was rumored to reopen, but it never did. And no one ever came back in there.” Finished Jackson still looking at the grand staircase leading to the ballroom, not taking a look at his friends. But after a couple of seconds of silence, he finally realized all of them were looking at him gagged. “What?! I love history and Miss Crawly told us this story last year in class!” he answered. “Anyway…” cut Julian laughing a bit with the others after Jackson’s history monologue “What do you guys say about exploring this place a bit? I’ll go on the upper stairs, see if we can drink one last beer on the roof by the rising sun or something. See you in a bit!” finished Julian as he started walking the staircases trying not to destroy anything of value on his way. After a bit of exploration, Julian found himself in front of a big doubled doored entrance with a little sign above it reading “Grand Solis Presidential Suit”. The room was like a preserved time capsule. Deep brown and gold wallpaper, a velvet couch with a dusty glass table in front of it, a minibar with empty glass bottles, and a bulky, wooden-framed television sitting atop a polished cabinet. Even though those were old, Julian could see that those must have been the most expensive things available in the 80s.

“Damn, this place is stuck in time,” Julian chuckled, running his fingers over the dust-covered nightstand as he explored the room a bit. His eyes landed on an old remote waiting on the dusty coffee table, still there as if waiting for someone to pick it up and start the tv on. “This shit is so old and dated. Did they even have color back there? Funking cringe!” he said as he fell sitting on the couch and snap on the.

Julian grinned, pressing a few buttons not expecting anything to happen. But to his surprise, he heard a faint static noise and then the television screen flickered to life with a burst of static. At first, nothing but snowy white noise filled the screen, the crackling sound oddly loud in the silence. Then, something shifted as Julian saw a weird intricate pattern appearing in a glitched movement on the screen. Something looking like a red Nordic glyph appearing and disappearing from the screen in a glitched way before disappearing for good.

The static morphed, shapes appearing, colors bleeding through. A scene unfolded, warm golden lighting, extravagant décor, and dramatic music swelling as if from another world. A typical 80s telenovela, vibrant and alive, appeared on the screen before him. “Of course, it’s a fucking telenovela, why wouldn’t it be?!” he said laughing with himself. “Fucking cringe! The over acting, the attitude, the costumes, the scenes. Damn I’m sure I would be a better actor without even trying!” he continued as a young women appeared on the screen with a wave of dramatic music starting. “Yea no, I’m out of here!” he said as he jumped back up and started walking in the minibar direction to see if there were still some alcohols in there. But as he turned is back to the television still running in the background, he felt a weird sensation invading his lungs. The air on his forearms raised at attention as he felt like something just had shift in the room. Out of nowhere, the television sound stopped and the static came back stronger then ever, getting louder and louder as for the first time in a long time, Julian was scared. As he turned his head back to the television, he saw the screen glitching in a frozen frame as weird white and black glitching goo poured out of the screen. “The fuck?!” screamed Julian as he started to run out of here, but as he grabbed the handle of the door, he felt something grabbing his ankle and pulling him back in the room. Julian tried to hold on, to open the door, the scream for help, but the pull was way too strong as he felt his fingers getting sweatier and sweatier with every passing seconds. Then, in a last scream, he lost his grip and fell back on the carpeted ground as he was dragged back to the tv. His nails tried to hold on to anything, splinter started to enter his calloused hands but nothing was strong enough to hold him back and stop his abduction. The closer he was getting to the tv, the more the sounds were becoming louder and louder. The colors were getting more vivid, brighter. And as his converse touched the screen, it felt like gravity didn’t exist anymore, the whole room started to spin around him. Julian couldn’t understand where was the roof or the ground. Colors were flashing in front of his eyes and every time he tried to scream, no sounds were able to escape the vortex swallowing him. Then, in a last attempt to get free, Julian threw the torch lamp in the static tentacle that grabbed his ankle, only to scream even more when he realizes his ankle was no more, instead, all he saw were pixels of saturated color glitching away from his disappearing ankle like radio interreferences and climbing higher and higher on his legs “NOOO!! Please let go of me!! PLEASE!!!” He screamed once more as he saw his jeans turning into glitching static swallowed by the vortex, leaving his legs totally naked as the interferences climbed higher above his knees. Julian turned his head back in front of him to scream once more, but he gasped in terror when he saw a new static tentacle throwing itself at his head. Julian lost his vision and soon he stopped screaming as he fainted into darkness.

Darkness. Silence. Weightlessness. For a moment, there was peace and Julian felt like floating in the sky without a single worry in his head.

Then, sensation returned all at once. The cold air against his bare skin, a strange tightness around his limbs, the rough texture of something binding him and pressing against his wrists and ankles. His lungs burned as he sucked in a breath, but it tasted wrong, stale, artificial, tinged with an electric hum that settled deep into his core and made his whole skeleton vibrate in fear and static.

His eyes snapped open, and he realized he wasn’t in the hotel room anymore.

His head turned left and right as he started to scream for help, but his voice came back in his hears echoing into the empty void surrounding him. Julian was bonded, floating in an ocean of darkness glitching in black and white static noise.

Julian tried to move, but his body didn’t respond the way it should. His limbs were held fast, spread out like an eagle, restrained. He struggled, twisting against whatever was keeping him in place, but his body felt sluggish, uncooperative. His muscles flexed as he tried to free himself from this situation but nothing, he tried succeeded in freeing him. “HELP ME! IS THERE SOMEONE IN HERE?! HELP!!” Julian screamed one more time as he felt the atmosphere starting to shift around him, like if someone or something was lurking in the shadow and waiting to jump on him. For the first time in his life, Julian felt powerless and his jockey mask started to crack as his fears of not being strong enough came back to him. He was stuck and at the mercy of the situation, naked in this cold empty void and bonded in place by an invisible force.

Out of nowhere, a burst of distorted applause filled the void, stretching unnaturally long, warping and bending in on itself before fading into a low hiss. The sound came from nowhere, yet it surrounded everything.

Then, a voice cut through the static. Crisp, smooth, detached. A voice made for television, too perfect, too polished, too rehearsed.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, tonight, we bring you something truly special. A fresh contender. A bl… blblbl… BLANK slate, ready to be shaped. Some may call it an hoHOhOh…onor. Others, a privilege. But here on Prime Time Rebirth, we simply call it what it is, a new beginning.”

Julian was frozen in fear as he heard this voice coming out of nowhere saying that while glitching like a poorly coded radio frequency. A choked sob broke through the droning static as Julian felt the restraints bonding him reacting to the voice he was hearing.

“Our lucky candidate has already made it tHroUgh the prrrrrrrrre…liminary selection process. Impressive, considering how last participant was 41 seasons ago. But, oooOOoOoOf course, selection is only the beginning. The true test is yet to come.”

“WHAT THE FUCK! I’M NOT PLAYING THIS STUPID GAME! LET ME GO! WHERE AM I?!” screamed Julian in a ragged cry, raw with desperation. “S-SOMEONE! PLEASE! LET ME OUT!”

The voice continued, unaffected by Julian’s begging to be freed.

“As always, transSformatiOn is key. A star isn’t simply bOrn, they are made. And so, our cOntEstant will uNderGo the necessary… addDDdDdjustMents.”

Julian saw the void in front of him glitch and for a moment, he saw something, a place that shouldn’t exist. A stage, barely holding form, its edges dripping into static like melting film. Rows of audience members sat in perfect stillness, their faces hollow, clapping in sync. The host stood before them, but his form flickered, distorted, as though he was both there and not.

“And nOw, let the gAMe begins!! What dooOOoOoo… we have here…? Let’s se, se, se, see, a young man, an athlete I see. OH! The gold, gold golden boy… He hates being the center of attention even though he is everyone’s favorite player… And looks like he has a true self esteem problem but doesn’t show it… Well! What do you say friends? I think the choice is clear, right?...” continued the host waiting for the applause of his shadowy audience before glitching away once again, leaving Julian only with the echoes of the applause resonating around him with the forced laugh of this creepy host.

Julian thrashed, the unseen restraints holding firmly in place. “No, NO! What are you talking about?! Stop this! Please, I don’t…”

The stage appeared again from the darkness, appearing fractured and distorted before merging together into its original form. The audience was moving with broken movements as the host was walking smoothly around the scene, his old and dated microphone in hands.

The static swelled, stretching out into a crescendo of distorted applause. Then, with an abrupt glitch, the stage flared into overexposed colors, sickly yellows, piercing reds, neon blues, all too bright, too saturated. A massive game wheel was now in the center of the stage, towering above Julian. The wheel looked like it had been plucked straight from a garish 80s game show, covered in flashing lights and bold, cartoonish symbols instead of numbers. Each section pulsed and shimmered, shifting between words and icons as if the wheel itself couldn’t decide what it wanted to display.

With a burst of flickering interference, the host glitched out of frame, vanishing in a smear of pixels, only to reappear right next to the wheel in a single, jagged frame skip. His presence snapped into place with a harsh buzz, like an old VHS tape struggling to play.

Julian screamed again, thrashing against the invisible restraints. “NO! STOP IT! LET ME GO! I’M NOT PLAYING THIS��PLEASE!” His voice cracked, but the host gave no indication that he even heard him.

Instead, he placed one hand on the wheel, his too-perfect smile never wavering. “A classssss…ic spin for a classic gaAaAAaaAAame! Oh, it’s been so, so, so, so, so so… sooooooo long, hasn’t it, folks?” He gestured to the audience with a grandiose sweep, and they erupted into thunderous applause, cheering, whistling, clapping in perfect synchronization, their movements too uniform, too mechanical. Their enthusiasm was pure, unfiltered joy.

The host chuckled, his laugh warping into a chorus of overlapping echoes. “Now, now… what fate awaits our dear contestant?” He gripped the wheel and gave it a mighty spin.

The wheel whirred, its segments blurring together in a dizzying cascade of symbols, twisting arrows, theatrical masks, interrogations points, mirrored faces… Julian’s breathing quickened, his heart pounding as he watched the fate-deciding spin.

Click. Click. Click…

The wheel slowed.

One final click.

It landed on a space marked with two bold arrows, one pointing up, the other pointing down. The host turned back to the audience, and the crowd exploded with even greater excitement, their cheers reaching an unnatural, deafening volume.

“Oh-ho! Now this is something special! Ladies and geeeeEeEEeentlemen, we haven’t seen this result in quite some time!” The host’s voice crackled, his excitement amplifying with every word.

Julian struggled, shaking his head wildly. “NO! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN? STOP THIS! PLEASE, PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS!”

The stage around him flickered and distorted away. The audience pulsed, their forms breaking apart and reforming like a glitching program. The host raised his arms triumphantly, reveling in the moment and everything started to glitch in interferences as the stage, the wheel and everything vanished in black and white pixels. Julian gasped, his body shaking wondering if what he just saw was an invention of his mind or the product of some alcohol poisoning. But in the blink of an eye, the stage reappeared in front of him, this time the wheel was gone, the audience was clapping once again in a synchronized way while he could clearly hear screams of joy and laugh echoing around him even though they shadowy faces were neutrals. Julian suddenly realized the host was no where to be found, but lost in the cacophony of the audience screams, he could clearly hear his charismatic and deep alluring voice, getting closer and closer. And in a jolt, the host glitched back right in front of Julian, for the first time facing him directly in the eye as he opened his mouth once again to talk.

“Let’s the ga, ga, game begin!!” he concluded as he turned back from the audience to face Julian for the first time. It felt like he was looking directly into his soul and Julian felt like all of his deepest secrets were reading and exposed just as much as his exposed naked body. Julian felt a chill run down his spine as he realizes the host had no face, only a shadow figure with a creepy smile and a glowing red rune on top of his forehead, the same exact run as he saw glowing on the screen when he turned it on. Then the host and everything behind him started to disappear in an interference pattern, only the creep smile and the rune remained before disappearing them too, swallowed by the static engulfing his exposed body.

“WAIT, WAIT, NO! NO, PLEASE! DON’T LET ME HERE! HELP ME!!” he screamed once more in a last attempt to get someone’s or one of his friend’s attentions, and Julian was alone.

As he tried once more to wiggle out free from his static bonds, Julian felt a movement starting to happen around him. The bonds around his ankles and wrists spasmed a bit as he felt a pulling sensation in a rotative motion starting to take place. He saw his vision starting to rotate as he felt the blood coming to his head. Soon, Julian’s position was inverted as his head was now hanging down while his feet were above his head and bonded in the air.

Julian dangled in the void. His body hung upside down, his head tilted toward the abyss below, while his legs remained above, stretching upward as if gravity had flipped. He tried to move, to twist, to turn, but unseen forces held him in place, an invisible current pressing against his chest and limbs, keeping him locked in an unnatural position. His arms felt weightless, detached, like they weren’t his own, and yet the pain was real, every nerve alight with agony, like static electricity crackling through his bones.

“PLEASE!” Julian screamed, his voice echoing in the void one more time as he was slowly getting out of breath, the blood starting to get to his head. His body trembled with panic, but he couldn’t move. He could barely even breathe. Every inch of him burned with something unnatural, something wrong.

Then, out of nowhere, Julian started to feel a weird invading sensation starting to appear around his wrists where the static was holding him in place.

A sharp tug shot through his arms. His limbs contorting, stretching in ways they were never meant to. A deep, searing heat spread through his shoulders and hips as they twisted, morphing, rearranging into something they weren’t supposed to be. Julian screamed in pain and terror as he heard his bones snapping out of place and breaking before reforming into stronger ones. Tears poured down from his eyes and ran down his forehead before falling from his head into the void to disappear in the static as he saw in horror and pain that he couldn’t move his shoulders has freely as before. Worst, the restraints around his wrists had moved for the first time and he could see his hands starting to join in a neutral position under his head. As they moved, he felt his shoulders crack one more time as he felt the bones morph one last time into something denser and bigger before growing longer and longer, giving his biceps a disproportionate length. Julian looked down as he felt the sensation starting to invade his hands now. His fingers burned, the bones compressing, reshaping, until his knuckles cracked and popped grotesquely. The sensation was sickening, and when he tried to curl his hands into fists, he realized he couldn’t anymore. His fingers were thicker, shorter. The digits were fusing, reshaping into something rounder, stubbier. His palms stretched wider, the skin roughening, callouses forming along the edges as his thumbs receded, repositioning at an unnatural angle in a symphony of bones fracturing and merging back together. Julian choked back a scream as he realized what was happening, his hands were becoming feet.

“WHAT THE FUCK! NOOOOOO!”

His arms stretched, elongated even more into powerful limbs. The muscle shifting, thickening and swelling under his skin. The tendons tightened, pulling into a structure far too familiar yet entirely wrong, his arms were becoming legs. He could feel the shift of balance, the change in strength, the unnatural sensation of weight pressing down as his body forced him into this upside-down reversal of form. The agony was unbearable, his mind struggling to process the way his nerves rewired themselves, reconnecting joints in a way that should have been impossible. And for a moment, Julian felt like he was four footed. He tried to move his transformed fingers in front of him and his brain couldn’t understand the message as he felt and saw both of his right foots starting to react. He wanted to throw up from the alien sensation but he was too out of breath from the painful changes to even succeed in that.

Julian was still trying to understand what just happened when the sensation started once again, but this time around his ankles. His legs, his true legs, felt as if they were collapsing in on themselves. The bones cracking and snapping out of place before fracturing and merging back into a different form. Julian was screaming in pain as tears kept running down from his eyes only to fall on his newly transformed feet. The muscle mass shrank in his calves, condensing and reshaping into something leaner, something more flexible. His knees bent in the wrong direction and Julian could feel the pressure rising higher and higher before he felt a snap and then no pressure anymore. His knees had broken and reformed into his brand-new elbows. His calves tightened and restructured as his feet splat apart, toes elongating, stretching into something more dexterous. He could feel the air against them, feel the way his skin rippled as the transformation finalized. His whole body was spasming unwillingly from the new rerouting of his nervous system. Julian could feel his toes turned into finger brushing against each other in a new unnatural sensation. He couldn’t even find the words to describe what he was feeling. His feet had become hands.

Julian’s breathing was ragged, his mind a mess of horror and disbelief. His entire body had been flipped, reversed, turned into something unrecognizable. Julian felt tears continuing to run down his cheeks only to meet pearls of sweat on his forehead and sliding through his damp hair hanging in the hair between his new calves. His brain kept on coming back and force between thinking this was a nightmare and then the realization that every time he tried to move his feet, his hands in front of him were now reacting.

A deep shudder ran through his core as an unbearable heat pooled in his lower abdomen. A sharp, pulling sensation spread from his scalp down to his now hanging dick, as if something was being forcefully rerouted. Julian’s stomach twisted as he felt his head starting to burn from a fever he couldn’t control. It felt like his brain was on fire as he felt pearls of sweat starting to agglomerate on his forehead. At first, Julian thought that his head had been hanged above his head for way too long and his brain was not supporting the blood pressure anymore. But then he felt a violent spasm around his neck as his collar bone shattered before reforming into a new bone where his new legs anchored themselves in perfectly. With a new violent crack, Julian screamed as his neck hanged even lower. He tried to move his neck but it felt like he didn’t have any bones anymore in his neck. His head balancing left and right as the sweat kept on falling. A huge tingling sensation then started to invade his scalp as Julian watched in gasp as his hair started to fall from his scalp and disappear in static when they reached his feet. His hairline was receding faster and faster, the strands thickening, curling, and moving, no, not moving, relocating. At the same moment, Julian started to feel an invading sensation at the base of his neck. The more his hair fell, the itchier the sensation became. His hair was drifting upward, dragging warmth and an unbearable, suffocating musk with them. The scent was overpowering, raw and potent, filling his senses with something primal and unfamiliar. His own hair, his old hair, was no longer atop his head. It had become something else entirely, something far worse. Pubes. Julian’s face burned with an unfamiliar sensation, his skin tingling as pressure built in. His cheeks, his nose, his mouth, everything starting to burn from this uncontrollable fever as Julian was still trying to comprehend what was happening to his face. He felt his skull snapping on itself, his nose cracking and snapping in and out of place. Then to his horror, as he tried to scream once more, he tastes a weird salty thig in his mouth as it was getting harder and harder to articulate sentences. The liquid was musky and salty, almost like… “No” gasped Julian as his nose snapped out of place one last time before disappearing into his retracting skull. His hands were now feet, his feet hands. And his head was baked into a musky manly scent. Julian realized that as his body was forced inverted, his face was now in the position of his cock. “NOOOOOOOO” he screamed one more time as his face finished changing into a thick 8 inches soft cock. A pearl of precum rolled down his new sensitive forehead turned cockhead as his head retracted back on itself to disappear behind a thick sleeve of protecting skin. Julian could still taste and smell everything, worst he could see his new feet perfectly as he was forced to hang from his new position. Watching as pearls of precum kept on coming out of his mouth without him being able to stop them. Something his old 4 inches cut cock never did before. Then, he felt a growing sensation at the base of his new neck as 2 giants nuts pushed themselves from his skin to hand low. His new head was resting against them as a pungent musk started to bake his soul into a nightmare.

Julian was stuck there, hanging from his new pelvis and forced to watch his new feet forever as he felt precum dripping down from his ever-opened mouth while he felt his new nuts working hard to always have sperm in them. He couldn’t think properly anymore, his brain, or what was left of it assaulted by the hormones. At the same time, his cock started to spasm too. Julian couldn’t even watch what was happening anymore but as the sensations kept on getting more and more present and alien, he kept on hearing snapping sounds. And soon he felt his cock starting to move into an unnatural way. His pubes started to burn as he felt a new invading burning sensation appear on top of his cock head. Then out of the blue, he heard something, a voice. Not the host’s one and not his either. With a new snap, he heard it again, this time accompanied with a sensation of pleasure invading his soul. It felt like he was cumming with every sound pronounced by this voice. Julian tried to move but he couldn’t anymore. He was forced to hang down leaking on his feet as the moves kept getting wider and more intricate. And soon, the sensation and the snapping sounds stopped. Once again, he was left totally bonded and restrained without a clue of what just happened to his cock. Julian felt the restraints around his wrists and ankles starting to let go. He tried to move but he realized he couldn’t anymore. He still had the sensations of his inverted body but he couldn’t move anymore. His soul was now bonded to this new way more muscular body. He tried to scream but only succeeded in releasing more precum around his foreskin. Then, a sensation invaded his body once again. This time it started around his new belly button. His skin darkened, the pale tones of his former self replaced with a deep, sun-kissed tan. The transformation surged through him, spreading warmth and an oppressive, earthy and spicy scent across his body. Thick, dark hair sprouted along his arms turned legs, coating his limbs in a layer of coarse, masculine growth. Julian saw his body hair starting to grow and his skin tan and didn’t understand what was happening to him. Worst, as the sensation invaded him, he felt his new prison starting to chub up. He felt his foreskin starting to roll down his face as for the first time, he clearly saw again the void around him. His sightline kept on getting higher and higher until he was rock hard and forced to look up where his cock used to be, but instead he faced something else. There in place of his cock was now a thick muscular neck topped by a manly perfectly sculpted face of a Latino men. His eyes deep brown, his nose wide and manly, his brows thick and perfectly shaped, his mouth thin, his smile was pearly white. On top of this head, a thick forest of dark wavy hair was shining naturally. Above his upper lip, a thick mustache of a dark hair was positioned and a goatee was finishing to sprout around his manly chin. Julian wanted to scream in terror as he realized his cock was now a face. The changes kept on assaulting his body as his armpits prickled with new density, his chest finished to expend and grew broad and sculpted, a fine dusting of dark curls forming over his pecs. The overwhelming heat mixed with an undeniable, musky presence, clinging to him, defining him.

Julian wanted to scream as the changed finalized around his new body but he had no control anymore, he was a passenger now as he felt the treasure trail of hair grow under his new shaft, tingling him just enough to send shivers of pleasure in his new body. And there without him being to control himself, he felt his new body start to spasm harder and harder. He tried to suppress this sensation invading his core but he couldn’t and out of nowhere, he felt like throwing up, except only thick white sperm came out of his mouth to run down his sensitive veiny dick body and dry out in what used to be his hair turned pubes. Julian was still spasming blank when he felt static swallowing his body once again. For a brief moment, he thought he was freed from this nightmare and he’ll be able to find a way to get help from someone. But his release was brief when instead of seeing the warm sunrise light, he felt fabric materialized against his skin, snug and shimmering, clinging in all the wrong ways. A sheer blue sequin shirt draped over his chest, barely concealing the definition beneath. The matching pants, equally tight and revealing, formed around his lower half, leaving nothing to the imagination. There was no underwear. Just a thin layer of material between him and the world. His feet, his new, foreign feet, slipped into polished leather shoes, shining under the invisible light of his prison. The bonds that had held him vanished, yet Julian remained frozen.

His body was no longer his to command. He tried to move once again, to twitch even a finger, no, a toe. But nothing responded. He was locked inside himself, a prisoner in this alien, unfamiliar body. “SILENCE. MOtoR, AC, AC, AC… AcTIoN!”

Julian heard echoing around him as he was trapped in darkness under the newly materialized pants around his cockhead. He recognized that voice, it was … the host!

Julian’s nightmare deepened into something far worse than he had ever imagined. His body moved, but not by his own will. Each motion was exaggerated, unnatural, as if he were a marionette in the hands of some unseen puppeteer. His arms, no, his legs, swung with a confidence that did not belong to him, his feet stomping onto the floor with purpose, each step sending a jarring shockwave through his stolen frame. But everything was wrong. Twisted. Inverted. His hands, now transformed into grotesque, unfamiliar manly and musky feet, twitched feebly, confined in their leather prison of shoes, squeezed uncomfortably into a shape they were never meant to take. They ached, every nerve firing off protests at their cruel new function, forced to support the entire weight of a body that no longer felt like his own. The unnatural sensation sent waves of nausea crashing through him, a torment that only grew worse with every movement.

For Julian, it felt like a perpetual handstand, a sickening reversal of everything he had ever known. His balance teetered on the edge of disaster, as though at any moment, the foreign frame he was trapped in would collapse under the unnatural shift of gravity. He felt his muscles adjust in sickening positions. Julian tried once again to assert back dominance of his body but he couldn’t control anything, forced to hang against his hairy shaft and leaking on what used to be his left biceps as his pubes were baking in manly Latino musk. For him, it was an endless torment, each forced motion pulling him further from his own identity, further from everything that made him who he was. His mind screamed against the horror, but there was no escape, no way to fight back against the sick joke reality had become.

Then, out of nowhere, Julian tried once again to find power to control his body and he realized that he was starting to gain back control in his right hand. A toe spasming, a finger moving. With some time, he could break free and he would…

“¡Ay, senorita! Looks like you are way too guapa to be alone, ¿verdad?” The deep, confident voice rolled out like a song with a thick Spanish accent. It was playful and filled with a swagger that made Julian’s very being convulse in horror. It felt like something was exploding inside him, unbearable jolts of sensation surging through his trapped consciousness. For Julian it was too much. With every word, it felt like he was having the best orgasm of his life. In the blink of an eye, he lost his will and felt himself leaking abundantly on his hairy calve. Julian couldn’t think anymore, and when he came back to himself, he realized he couldn’t feel his body anymore. He tried to move his hands but couldn’t feel them at all. I was like a connection had been lost. He screamed again mentally one more time, pleading and begging to wake up from this nightmare but instead, all he heard was the host’s voice talking directly to him. “Don’t, don’t, don… don’t worry Julian. You are taken care. No more massssssssks to wear. You can be your true se…lf and what everybody is expecting from yooooouuuuu…uuu!” As the voice died into static noise, Julian couldn’t focus anymore. Every time he heard the words coming out of this Latino lover mouth, it felt so good and he was leaking precum abundantly. “Please, I don’t want to… keep doing … this. So … good” So good? He realized what he just thought and was distressed as he realized he didn’t even try to move anymore. He was just standing there. His sensitive cock head scratching on the hairy thighs with every step and precumming with every word spoken. “Please, I can’t do this anymore. Please Mas…” Julian was cut by a new voice. This time something deep and sensual, something he already heard before. “Cono! You really are horny today, Junior!” as the sentence ended, he felt a feeling of proudness invade his body as he felt seen for the first time ever. But as the calloused hand grabbed him through the pant to adjust him, Julian came back to himself. “What the fuck?!” he suddenly realized that for a brief moment, he forgot everything. His struggles, his life, his friends. Everything. Worst, he didn’t even care. “No, no, no, no, no!!!” he pleaded mentally one more time as more precum leaked from his tip “You don’t understand, if I stay like that longer I will…” Once more, Julian was cut through his train of thoughts as Fernando talked to him directly in thoughts. “Listen Junior, we have one more scene to shoot and then I promise to take care of you all night long!” As he finished this sentence, Julian felt a pressure rising in him and felt ecstatic. Suddenly he couldn’t control himself anymore as he started to spasms as pictures of his new body flashed in his head. Pictures of him naked, his master’s hands gripping him, getting edged for hours, being sucked and plowing holes, any holes. With the pictures implanting in his head, the feelings came back flooding in him and suddenly he realized he didn’t want to fight his master, he was here to serve him, and he was his favorite toy to play with. Julian stopped fighting as a new pearl of precum licked from the tip of the uncut Latino cock, this time, it was a thicker one as it contained Julian’s humanity. It fell down the legs, following the already precum path well traced by Julian’s mental fight and ended on drying on Fernando’s hairy legs, forever assimilated by his new master.

Fernando felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders as he adjusted one last time, feeling his cock finally stopped spasming. He took a breath as he was called back for his scene. “¡Hermanita! ¡Déjame decirte algo! No hay mujer en el mundo que pueda resistir mi encanto, ¿me entiendes?” His voice was cocky, flirtatious, dripping with an exaggerated bravado that made Julian sick. He was performing. Acting. Playing a role in something he didn’t understand but couldn’t escape. The world around him felt alive, vibrant, but utterly fake. Julian, or rather Fernando Junior, stood there asleep in pleasure as he was waiting for Fernando’s manly and oh so smooth hands to finish his day and finally take care of him. Maybe if he was kind enough, he’ll be able to play with a wet toy until he can’t hold anymore.

At the Grand Solis Hotel, Julian’s friends were finally done exploring the place and decided to climb upstairs to join Julian on the roof for one last beer before the start of university. As they reached the last floor, Jackson saw the double doored entrance of the suit and called for Julian, but no one answered. When they were about to leave, he heard a static noise followed by someone talking. Him and the others started to walk only to see an old retro tv turned on and glitching between statics and an old prerecorded telenovela from the 80’s. A handsome young man, dressed in dazzling sequins, his dark curls framing a cocky smirk. He moved with confidence, his chest puffed out, his eyes twinkling with charm as he leaned against the salon’s counter, winking at a passing woman and adjusting his thick cock under his pants. As the men adjusted, Fernando Junior saw a window appear in front of him. He saw a weird looking dusty room. It vaguely remembered him something but he couldn’t truly understand where. Then he saw some men appear in the window too. For a moment Junior felt like it was something important, but just when he was about to remember the face of one of the young men, Fernando grabbed him adjusted himself before putting a hand through his hairy pubes and scratching it then smelling it with a cocky smile. The smell sent pheromones directly into his blood stream and Junior was once again assaulted by the hormones as he chubbed up a bit thinking about the night that was about to happen for him. “¡Hola guapa! ¿Te gustaría venir a divertirte aquí con Fernando Junior?,” Fernando declared, grinning wide as he kept on adjusting his leaking cock through his pants.

Jackson and the others busted in laugh as they took the remote to turn the tv off before walking back to the stairs.

Inside the screen, Julian was no more, only Fernando Junior remained, screamed in anticipation and pleasure. But no sound came out, only beads of precum licking permanently through his tip and soaking into his favorite blue sequin pants. Junior was so lucky to have such a hot master…

As the TV turned off, a new glyph appeared on the back of the tv, just above one of a star, this one looked like a football. Both of them glowed in red as the tv turned back on one last time before shutting off, waiting for his next participant.

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Hey guys!

Hope you're having an amazing day! Most of all, I hope you enjoy this brand-new story I brainstormed with @tf-vigilante.

As always, let me know what you think of it, and feel free to send me messages or DMs if you have any ideas. I read everything. If your idea sparks something in me, you might just see it turn into a full story! ;)

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bunji-enthusiast · 1 year ago

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Hope you're doing well!! Please take however long you need to get your creative juices flowing <333 may I order a Dogday recognizing Poppy's Angel is actually the former Playtime Co. employee he and many others came to love and cherish due to their kindness? The reader is THAT employee that others envy, many of the toys LOVES them and prefer to be taken care of by them.

Maybe the reader had found out the sinister nature of the company but is understandably afraid to speak up about it as they realized their old co-workers maybe weren't just fired or " quit " out of thin air after all... Perhaps something happened behind the scenes that made the reader " quits " ( Maybe they could be threatened but by a lot of pleading and bargaining, they're spared but has to keep their mouth shut and never come back, otherwise... )

The toys are devastated, angry and just lots of mixed emotions. The reader feeling more and more guilty as they venture through their once happy place and having to harm the ones they once swore to care for.

The rest is up to you! Please again, take care and take your time, all the best in everything <333

I'm So Sorry

Note || oh my hearttt the angstttt, lovely to write this as always. In the form of head canons if that is alright? ^^

WC || 1,035

Sypnosis || you knew otherwise, presumably what went on. You just didn’t mean to harm those around you.

Being aware of something most employees where not had dug you a thorough grave, you didn’t want to leave your beloved friends in the toy factory. A factory misconstrued on a basement of lies and futility you may as well be well over with, and bury it in the ground. Yet, bury in the ground they did.

Your superiors had learned of your knowledge of these things, and began sending letters. Bit by bit, they had only started off by threatening you; telling you to keep quiet. They didn’t want their precious reputation to be ruined by the likes of you. Still, you continued to stay, you didn’t want to leave your loved ones. All the friends you’ve come to love, eventually becoming like family for you.

You weren’t deaf nor blind to what the superiors at Playtime Co. do, quite literally you’d have to bandage your eyes or plug your ears to ignore all that was happening behind the scenes, you didn’t let it fall on deaf ears however. Eventually soon enough it was eating away at you to actually just quit, just straight up disappear from Playtime Co.’s eyes.

Among the many toys; Huggy, Kissy, Mommy, and Poppy, hell even CatNap began to wonder where you went. Why did you flat-out depart from working at the Factory so suddenly? One day you were visible and present, the next you had not shown up. Oddly enough they soon had gotten their answer when the Hour Of Joy had occurred, Huggy Wuggy had come across your paper of termination when he had taken upon himself in the act.

So long ago, that was a decade past you left that life behind. You really wished you would have granted them goodbyes before you had gone, yet it seemed you got that chance to do so when you received a paper in the mail that had appeared to be from your co-workers. Word for word you could remember reading, everyone thinks the staff disappeared ten years ago, we’re still here. Find the flower.

The only reason you even had to come back to the factory in the first place was because of the guilt easily overwhelming your logic, you needed answers. You needed to know what happened to your co-workers and all the toys you cared deeply for, yet you had an overwhelming suspicion you really knew what happened to all the staff in Playtime Co. you simply just weren’t present for it. Having technically already left.

Seeing Huggy Wuggy on the pedestal again brought back some memories for you, he was certainly a hoot. In a way, you really liked him along with the rest of the toys. He was certainly a unique one out of the few–especially along with Kissy Missy. You thought they were a cute pair together, Kissy always managed to calm his murderous tendencies and Huggy was always someone you can count on for a good hug if you ever had a bad day.

Killing is not something you would ever dare think of doing, it was simply not in your mind or blood to do so. So why did you have to resort to killing Huggy? You silently wept, having no time to grieve for him properly as you had to trudge on along to the flower.

Poppy was the last person (or toy, ahem) you expected to find in that case you came across. Now you find yourself in the game station, seeing her get pulled away like that right after she offered to give the code to you had you on the steels of your nerves, you were immediately very close to being in an angry mood.

Now you had to deal with Mommy’s antics, you felt for her, but you certainly wouldn’t want to go through the trouble of trying to get the code from Mommy. Least of all having to resort to killing her, as she would not listen to your words. Convincing her was impossible to do, trying to make her remember you was a whole different story.

Crap.

Why’d she have to go in a rage? Now she’s dead too, and what in the seven circles of hell did she mean by “HE’LL MAKE ME PART OF HIM! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” You shudder when a mechanical hand comes to pull away Mommy’s corpse, you mentally make a note that is the Prototype. As you’ve come to learn the name after you had scavenged Elliot’s office.

Soon you learn what Mommy had meant, arguably enough you were angry that Poppy had derailed your only train to get out of Playtime Co. but your heart had ached too much to not finish what you started. Now CatNap was hunting you while you ran around in Playcare, you just never expected to see such an untimely sight that nobody should be put in.

DogDay was hurt, real bad. His legs were severed, he wasn’t long and limber like you remember him to be. His life seemed to be completely drained and sucked away from him, you wince when he moved, movement appeared to be harsh to even put energy into. Your heart bleeds for him, yet you are surprised when he actually recognizes you from before, all those years ago.

“Angel, you! Y-You're the one that cared for so many of us.” You nod, parental instinct already kicking in to free him from his belts from which he hung from. DogDay doesn’t deserve a fate like this, not then and especially not now. “You don’t need to, leave me here.”

“Oh hell no, you need to live.” You refute, shushing him before DogDay begins to protest. You sigh in relief once he finally is free, as selfish as it may be, he hadn’t ever attempted to kill you. You wanted someone with you that actually remembers you and doesn’t try to gun for you the moment you even step into the vicinity.

Gosh, you really hoped to get this over with. Guilt weighing heavily in mind as you had to kill so many toys, so many that you cared for.

At Least it meant to be in the name of self defense.

Right?

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime angst?#dogday poppy playtime #poppy playtime huggy #poppy playtime x reader #all the stuff

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cheemscakecat · 5 months ago

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Shapeshifter rant [angst and yappery]

The big scary looking form he takes is basically a threat pose. Threat poses are what animals use to fight or scare off danger.

Cats puff out their tails and arch their backs:

It’s something that even kittens can do.

Tarantulas lift up their front legs and bare their fangs:

Octopi make themselves look poisonous and can flash colors to scare predators:

youtube

It makes sense to me that a shapeshifter would have a bigger, distorted version of their base/“true” form as a threat pose. And that babies would instinctively be able to make that form even if they haven’t seen an adult before.

I think Shifty’s base form, the one he reverts into when he’s relaxing or sleeping, is like the form we see, but smaller and more friendly looking. And that it’s as tall as a grown human or just a little bit shorter.

The shapeshifter is afraid of humans; they lied to him, kept him as a test subject, froze him, and then disappeared. He didn’t know if they were going to come back to experiment on him more, or if they would want to “finish the job.”

He tried to dig his way out of the bunker but was stopped by the steel lining. This form is still fast and very durable, which he would want if the humans ever came back.

This form was made to try and break through the lining of the bunker, but that didn’t work. Instead, Shifty took to hitting the lining to make this form stronger and tougher skinned.

He can perfectly replicate Ford and Fiddleford’s voices, but doing so fills him with rage and makes him crash out. For a time, he would purposely get himself riled up to “train” for the scientists to return.

But as decades passed and nobody came to poke, prod, refreeze, or kill him, Shifty felt he’d been left to rot and gave up.

He still doesn’t trust humans, new or not, children or not. And Dipper quickly proved himself to be a fanboy of the scientist that kept the shapeshifter locked away from the sun and sky, froze him, and then never came back.

The second he realized they knew he was a shapeshifter, he went straight to treating them like a threat. For all he knows human children could be just as dangerous as the adults, and he doesn’t want to be destroyed or captured.

Shifty’s not an evil monster, he believes humans are out to get him and wants to do everything he can to stay safe from them.

The reason he lost his temper when he couldn’t find Dipper and the others is because he had no idea what they might be planning, and no idea what they might be capable of.

Being alone in a bunker for 30 years thinking this way would do a number on anybody. He’s not mentally stable or willing to believe that these new people have good intentions. In his mind revealing himself from the start would be opening himself up to get attacked. Better to pretend to be one of them and figure out what they want.

The reason Shifty wanted the journal all those years ago was to find out Stanford’s true intentions for him. Somehow he overheard Fiddleford muttering about freezing him, and he simply had to know if the scientists were really going to do that. Ford freezing him just confirmed all his worst fears.

So why does he still want the journal, anyway? He feels that Stanford saw him as a monster, and when pretending to be Ford, he talks about himself that way. If he “knows” how the scientists really view him, why would it matter if he has the book or not?

It should have the answers on how to get out of the bunker. He hasn’t been able to escape, he can’t access the room with 50 years worth of food, he knows the outside world exists and would surely like to go there.

It’ll give him some closure in the form of seeing how much Ford despised him and decided to leave him to starve to death in the bunker. Dipper says the author has been missing, but Shifty’s spent 30 years stewing over the scientists betraying him. He’s fully in denial about Stanford or Mcgucket potentially being dead, the idea was just presented that day. No, the book will prove he was right all along, the scientists hated him and locked him away.

There are other creatures in Gravity falls that he could mimic, letting him run free in nature without worrying about humans tracking him down. Heck, maybe the humans actually like these other beasts. Maybe the journal will even give him some sort of insight on why humans are so disgusted with him in particular.

Revenge. The humans refused to let him have the book when they pretended to be friendly. Clearly it holds some sort of value and significance to Stanford. Taking the book and keeping it for himself would surely infuriate Ford. And quite frankly, that’s enough in the way of revenge because humans are too dangerous to be attacked.

On a lighter note, I think that the way Shifty was talking was basically like.. when a kid makes their voice deeper and makes fun of how an adult speaks. He is an adult, but mockingly speaking like Ford in his own voice was a good way to trick Dipper without risking getting angry hearing Stanford’s voice.

This is probably the dumbest headcanon of mine; if you could just be a fly on the wall, on a day where there’s no humans in the bunker stressing Shifty out, I think he would sound pretty similar to Luke Skywalker.

Not the exact same, especially with his emotional state, but similar.

#They could never make me hate you Shifty #Free Him! He’s been in the bunker too long.#Headcanon #stupid headcanons #Gravity Falls #gravity falls theory #gravity falls shifty #Youtube #Ford Pines #Dipper Pines #I’m not hating on Ford btw. If anyone has a shot at making things right with Shifty its him.

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barefoot-joker · 1 year ago

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Highway Robbery Yandere!Striker X Reader

Hey, guys! Long time no read! Today I bring you Yandere!Striker from Helluva Boss! I really fell in love with his character and knew I had to write something for him. I hope I didn't make him to OOC and that you enjoy! Thanks for reading!

Warnings: Swearing, Kidnapping, being held gunpoint (Reader), being robbed, being tied up (Reader)

Words: 2,796

I sighed as I fluffed up my dark blue vest. I was feeling a bit tired today, but still ready for the day nonetheless. The sunlight from the morning strobed through the beautiful stained glass windows and the smell of eggs and bacon permeated the kitchen air. Today was going to be a long one with the Goetia family as Stolas would be in meetings and Stella was visiting her brother. Taking the breakfast from its pan, I plated them on intricate blue laced porcelain plates. Satisfied, I grabbed all three and headed to the main dining room. At the head of the table sat the Prince himself, a newspaper open in his hands. Stella sat across from him on the rotary phone, her conversation very loud. Octavia sat in between them, her earbuds in to tune out the world. Going around the table I sat each plate down and then stood off to the side. Pringles came up beside me and read off each royal’s schedule for the day. When he finished he turned to me. “Y/n, I need you to pick up some packages that are ready. I have a set list of where you need to go.”

“Of course, Pringles. I’ll get on it straight away.”

He nodded and the two of us stood by our masters in case we were needed. When breakfast was finally cleared, I went to my room and grabbed my coat. It was quite lovely: a nice heavy dark blue cotton that reached my ankles, gold embellishments detailing celestial bodies across the lapels and upper back. It was a gift from Stolas when I first arrived at the Goetia estate nearly a decade ago. I put it on and exited to the lobby, seeing the Prince and Pringles chatting. They stopped upon seeing me and my fellow servant nodded in my direction. “Your list, my lady.”

He handed me the small piece of parchment and upon skimming through it I noticed most things were for Stella. Stolas was next to hold his hand, a small lumpy brown bag in his talons. “Some money in case things were not paid for.”

He gently sat the bag in my impish hands. “Thank you, Sire.”

I bowed and placed the bag into the pocket of my coat. Bidding the two goodbye, I headed out the door.

Most of my morning and afternoon were spent going into various shops and picking up the desired packages for the Goetia family. I had acquired a large bag full by the time I headed home. However, as I was walking I felt something wrap around my waist. Looking down I saw a lasso and before I could do anything I was tugged into an alleyway. My head slammed against the brick building behind me and I felt the cold tip of a gun against my temple. Looking up in fright, I saw a light red cowboy imp snarling in my direction. His long tail kept flicking back and forth as he dug the weapon into my skin. “Well, well, well. Look what we have ‘ere. Yer far from home aren’t ya, little Goetia peasant.”

I trembled and the rope around my waist felt like it was going tighter. “W-what do you want?”

He smirked, his golden tooth glinting in the light. “I’ve been watchin’ ya all day, just waitin’ for the right moment to strike. Yer masters need their feathers ruffled so give me all ya got!”

Before I could question what he wanted, he attempted to tug the bag from my hands. I gripped tight and tried to hold it back. Within the struggle the bag ripped and everything dumped out. I gasped and the safety of the gun clicked off. “Pick. It. Up. Darlin’.”

The rope around my waist disappeared and I fell to my knees. My arms trembled as I picked everything up and handed it to him. He threw everything into a knapsack hanging off his shoulder before his yellow eyes stared back down at me. “Ya know, that jacket of yours would fetch a pretty price. Give it.”

I sighed but shakily took it off and handed it to the imp. His eyes scanned me once more before they stopped on the silver chain dangling from my neck. “Tryin’ to hide something valuable, princess? I don’t think so!”

He aimed the black gun at my neck and tapped my necklace with the tip. I gasped and clutched it in my hand. “I-I can’t! You can have everything but that! I-It was a gift from a friend!”

“Save the fuckin’ sob story. Hand it over.”

“No!”

He growled, slapped my hand away, and tugged. I gasped when I heard the chain snap and watched as he twirled the locket in his claws. He gave a chuckle as he opened the heart charm when suddenly his face fell. I could swear his face went paler than it already was. His eyes flicked back up to me and roamed my face, his Adam's apple bobbing from his gulp. Suddenly his gun came up and smacked my temple, throwing me to the ground in pain. I grunted and watched my perpetrator run off. Oh Lucifer, what was I going to tell Stolas?

I sighed in defeat and stood, dusting myself off. Silently I made my way back to the Goetia estate.

When I entered the foyer, I did my best to creep past Stolas’ office. However, he looked up and caught me. “Ah, Y/n! You’re back!”

He stood and made his way out the door to me. A smile graced his beak but it fell when he saw the state of me. My hair had become messed up from my fall and there was most likely a bruise forming from where the imp smacked my temple. “Y/n, oh my stars! Are you alright? What happened?!”

He knelt down and lightly brushed his talons across my forehead. “I’m sorry, Your Highness. On my way back I was robbed. An imp held me at gunpoint and took everything. I’m so sorry!”

I started to cry and held my hands up to my eyes. Stolas placed his hands on my shoulders to try and soothe me. “There, there. Everything will be fine.”

“But won’t Stella be mad? There was some expensive stuff he took.”

“No matter. All I care about is that you’re alright. Here, let’s get some ice to tend to that bruise.”

The Prince took me to the kitchen and had me sit as he went to the freezer. He placed some ice into a plastic bag and had me hold it to my temple. “I’m so sorry, Sire. I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

“It’s no problem at all, Y/n. I’m just glad all you got was a knock on the head. How about you take it easy and I’ll have Pringles get dinner ready.”

“I can help too, your Highness!”

“No please, I insist.”

I sighed. I never understood why Stolas was so nice to me. “Thank you, Sire.”

He nodded and left me to my devices.

A few mornings later, I got dressed in my white dress shirt, blue vest and black pants. As I was tying my black bowtie I couldn’t help rub the area where my necklace used to be. It really was sentimental. It was basically a promise ring that my friend could afford at the time. With it gone I felt naked. A knock on my door made me get out of my thoughts. “Come in.”

The door opened to reveal Pringles. “Y/n, are you almost ready? His Highness is ready for you to take him to the Harvest Moon Festival.”

“I’ll be done in just a minute, sir.”

He nodded and headed off. I quickly tied my bowtie and made my way to the lobby where my boss stood waiting. “Ah Y/n, how are we feeling today? That bruise is not bothering you too much is it?”

Over the next few days my temple had gotten a sick purple and blue bruise. I was sort of used to it due to Stella’s tantrums but this one stung more. “It’s alright. How are we doing today, Sire?”

“Nervous. I heard my dearest Blitzy will be at the ceremony today and I don’t want to mess up in front of him.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, your Highness. Shall we go?”

He nodded and he teleported us to the Wrath ring. As soon as we got there a crowd had already formed around the stage. I walked behind my master and he gave his little speech. As I scanned the crowd, I froze. Standing next to Blitz was the imp that robbed me, a smug look on his face. I couldn’t believe it. Why the hell was he here? The cowboy spotted me and gave me a tip of his hat. I backed up a bit and as soon as Stolas was done I quickly followed him to his private booth.

The festival went off without a hitch. Stolas was making heart eyes and swooning everytime Blitz was caught in action. As I watched I couldn’t help but notice the cowboy keep his eyes on me when he could. It almost seemed like he was trying to impress me. Soon it was time for Stolas to announce the winners. The two of us went to the stage and the owl cleared his throat. “As for the winners we have in first place, Striker! And in second place, my darling Blitzy!~”

The two came on stage and I could finally put a name to the face. I didn’t dare to look at him, the flashbacks of the gun on his hip attached to my forehead to vivid. The rest kind of went in a blur. I stood by my master’s side as he greeted each of the imps and chatted. It was only a few minutes into the meet and greet I noticed Blitz and his friends missing. I knew Stolas was wanting to talk to his secret lover so I went to look for him. My legs brought me to a house and I couldn’t help but hear the commotion upstairs. I forced myself up the steps and couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my throat. On the floor lay an unconscious male and female imp, Blitz leaning against the bed with his hand on his arm, and Striker holding a rifle out the window. My eyes widened when I realized that the gun was pointed at Stolas.

I rushed in and attempted to tackle the cowboy, but his tail threw me against the wall. “Well look who decided to join us. If it isn’t little Y/n.”

How did he know my name?

I growled and attempted to stand, but his tail trapped me. “Ya know, I wasn’t expectin’ to see yer face again, but hey, I won’t say no to seein’ yer pretty eyes.”

“Fuck you! If you think your flirting will make me forget your robbery and the fact that you were trying to kill my employer, you’re dead wrong!”

I thrashed against his hold but he just laughed. “Who knew ya could be so feisty! I love it.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Blitz stand before he side tackled Striker to the ground. The rifle went flying to the floor and as the two struggled, I grabbed it. I aimed it right at the nasty little cowboy. He threw Blitz off of him and stood, fluffing his jacket. “Now darlin’, how about ya just hand that gun on over.”

“Listen, fucker. I don’t know who you think you are but I never want to see you again. You come near his Highness and I swear to Lucifer I will kill you!”

He glanced from me to the rifle, his mind seemed to be made up. “Alrighty, sugar. Ya win. I’ll go, but don’t think this is the last time we see each other.”

With that he ran towards the window and hopped out. I dropped the rifle and helped Blitz pick up his friends, us returning to Stolas. We explained the situation and we thought it best to leave. The owl prince apologized to the crowd for leaving so soon and with that we were off.

The rest of the month went by as it usually would. Striker was nowhere to be seen which was good and life at the palace was steady. It was the start of the next month and nightfall had hit. Everyone was already asleep and I had just put on my baggy t-shirt and shorts. I was just about to crawl into bed when I felt a shiver run down my spine. Something felt off. I looked around my room when suddenly a hand wormed its way around my mouth. I tried to scream and fight my assailant but they held me tight and close. “Shh, shh, darlin’. Don’t fight. We’re goin’ somewhere safe, I promise ya. Just close those pretty eyes fer me.”

I couldn’t breathe, I could hardly move. Eventually I succumbed to the darkness.

When I woke up it was slow. I could feel I was lying on something and my arms were slightly lifted. I groaned and looked over to see Striker sitting in a chair nearby. “Yer finally awake! Took ya long enough.”

I tugged on my arms to sit up but they just stayed put. Looking up I saw they were tied to the bedposts. I kept tugging like the rope would give way and that just made Striker laugh. “Strugglin’ ain’t gonna help, sweetheart. I’m an expert at tying knots.”

He gave a wink and I scoffed. “Why am I even here? You got what you wanted when you robbed me blind. What more could I possibly give you?!”

“Do ya really not recognize me, Y/n?”

Striker stood and took off his hat, his white bangs flopping into his eyes. I shook my head. Suddenly something shiny was thrusted into my face and after staring at it for a few minutes I realized it was my necklace. The heart charm was open to reveal a picture of me and my childhood friend Benjamin from when we were kids. My eyes glanced between the photo and Striker and finally I understood.

Striker was Benjamin.

“B-Ben?”

“That’s right, babydoll. Yer best friend is back.”

“B-But I thought you were killed in the extermination! I, I-”

“I almost was but I escaped with an inch of my life. Holy bullets are helpful sometimes, ya know.”

I couldn’t believe it. It had been ten years since I had last seen my best friend. We had gotten separated when the extermination hit Hell and since then I believed him to be dead. “I wasn’t expecting to see ya that day. I probably would have killed ya but I recognized ya as soon as I saw yer necklace. I can’t believe ya kept it all these years.”

“How could I throw away the only piece of my best friend away? Dammit Benjamin, why didn’t you come find me?”

He growled and slammed his hands on either side of my head. “I did! I went to the orphanage in Wrath and they told me that the Goetias picked you up! The fuckin’ Goetias! Why would ya go with them after everything I told ya?!”

“Because I lost hope, that’s why! I thought I had lost my best friend and I knew it was only time before they killed me! I had no choice!”

He let out a rattlesnake hiss and backed away, his eyes full of venom. “How could ya lose hope? I promised I’d always come fer ya, didn’t I? That’s what the fuckin’ jewelry was for! To show my devotion and love fer ya!”

I paused. “L-love?”

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his snout. “Yes, pumpkin. Love. I was gonna confess but the damn extermination got in the way and the rest is history.”

He glanced up at me before sitting by my side, his tail coming up to caress my cheek. “But now that I have ya, I’m never lettin’ go. Yer never goin’ back to those pompous asses. I won’t allow them to take away everything I cherish again.”

His hands were quick to grab my legs in a death grip. “B-Ben, you’re scaring me.”

“It’s not Ben anymore. It’s Striker.”

He held up my locket and I watched as it twirled in the moonlight of the motel room. “When I gave this to ya I made a promise. And now I’m comin’ to collect. I am a bounty hunter after all.”

With that he leaned forward, and our lips were intertwined.

#yandere #xreader #yandere x reader #x reader #yanderexreader #villain x reader #yandere helluva boss #helluva boss #striker #yandere striker #striker helluva boss #striker x reader

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rasolomonwrites · 4 months ago

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anon request: daniel being into armand's parisian wardrobe (that he still has for some reason)

THANK YOU THIS IS THE BEST ANON REQUEST ANYONE HAS EVER RECIEVED

Daniel knew that his lover had lived many lives before him. In fact, he appreciated it. His own past had been a contentious thing in many of his past mortal relationships, and knowing that for once he wasn't the only one whose past was too twisted and fucked up to comprehend was honestly a relief.

That being said, before he had become a vampire, he had spent decades as a journalist, and old habits die hard. He relished opportunities to peel back the layers of his strange eternal partner, finding little hints and clues as the nights spanned decades.

They had been clearing out one of Armand's old properties in Prague sometime around the year 2090 when they found an old black trunk. Armand had lit up like a house on fire, opening the locked trunk by ripping the lid off cleanly with his clawed hands.

"Holy shit!" Exclaimed Daniel. "What do you even have in there, kid?"

"My 20th century Paris wardrobe!" Armand's smile was sharp and his amber eyes luminescent in the dark.

"It was a fucking terrible decade, but you looked spectacular?" Daniel quipped and Armand sighed.

"You always think I look spectacular." He said, pulling a long grey wool coat and dark circular glasses out of the trunk. Daniel could not deny it. He reached into the trunk and started pulling out waist coat after waist coat in muted tones.

"Show me your favorite outfit from back in the day." Daniel said, perching himself on top of a pile of odds and ends as if it was his throne. He leaned back and crossed his legs, clearly in anticipation of a show.

Armand picked up the trunk with one hand and went out into the hall. He looked over his shoulder at Daniel, hips swaying in his tight-fitting skin-toned jumpsuit as disappeared from sight.

Daniel loved his casual displays of superhuman strength and a small part of him hoped that he came back naked.

In a matter of seconds Armand reappeared with his hair slicked back and curly lushly behind his ears, dark circular glasses, a black turtleneck, and a pair of tight fitting black trousers with a subtle grey pinstripe ending above a pair of sharp black leather shoes.

He looked absolutely deadly, his lean body endless dressed in black from head to toe.

"Spin for me." Commanded Daniel and Armand did so with a self-satisfied smirk, going slow so Daniel could take his time raking violet eyes over every curve of him, from his shoulders to hips to long muscular legs.

Daniel let out a long, low wolf whistle and Armand rolled his eyes, pretending to be put off.

"You're so vulgar, Daniel. Who raised you?" Asked Armand, walking toward the pile where he was perched with the grace of a dancer.

Daniel couldn't help but admire him, pointedly looking his muscular pecs where they filled out the thin material of the turtleneck. Daniel wanted to bite right between them.

"My eyes are up here." Called Armand from below, even as he obviously preened under the attention.

"Actually, all of you is down there." Called Daniel. "So, I'm technically right."

"Actually, you are technically to my left." Said Armand in the exact same tone. "So, if–"

He was completely derailed by Daniel launching himself at him with all the speed and strength of an ancient, his maker's blood boiling hot in his veins.

Daniel knocked them both to the floor as he sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, blood barely trickling down his lip before Daniel sucked it away.

Something priceless crashed and shattered. Armand's response was to moan into his only fledgling's mouth.

#interview with the vampire #iwtv #amc iwtv #the vampire armand #daniel molloy #devils minion #devil's minion #iwtv fanfiction #fanfic #rasolomonwrites #ask #anon ask

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whatswrongwithblue · 10 months ago

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The Fire in the Sin

Chapter 21 - Hello Abaddon

Word count: 5,350. Read on AO3. Series Masterlist. <- Previous Chapter.

Summary: While Charlie and Alastor go to Cannibal Town and Vaggie goes to Carmilla, Mina has her own recruiting to do.

Series summary

In the 1950's, Alastor met the woman he would eventually marry but unfortunately his Radio Demon persona went for her soul rather than her hand. He has to learn what it means to love, and cherish, without possessing and he does. Their relationship is beautiful, strong, unbreakable . . . but he carries a dark secret through their marriage for decades until eventually he has to face the consequences of that secret and leave her, without warning, for seven years. He returns, finding her at the Hazbin Hotel, and has to convince her to forgive him, while being literally bound to secrecy, unable to tell her any of things he now is desperate to explain to her.

(This is a duel timeline fic, timestamps will be a the top of every chapter.)

Chapter 21 - Hello Abaddon

Present Day

Alastor stood alone in his bayou, looking up at the soft green evening sky above.

His stance was casual, with his jacket undone and pulled behind him, and his hands resting in his pockets. His bowtie and monocle had been discarded; his cane placed against a dresser in the other half of the room. The tall ears that adorned his head tilted to the side, soft and relaxed, as he watched the fireflies dance through the tree leaves above.

This pocket dimension was decent. Wider at the entrance but shallower in depth than the one he had made for Mina in their old home. Still, the allusion was there, making it appear as if it was a deep, never-ending landscape of swamp and forest.

His heart clenched a little at the memory of the world he had created for Mina on their honeymoon. They had kept it there in their room for decades afterwards, their own little private oasis that could be altered on a whim, though it was always the ocean.

It must have been lost when he left. Alastor hadn’t had the guts to ask Mina about it directly, still uncomfortable with facing the pain and anguish he had caused her head on. But he imagined that without him there, the magic that held everything together in their old home would have slowly disappeared. Mina must have been forced to watch their old life rot away, helpless and alone, even as she was stuck processing the loss of him.

Alastor closed his eyes, inhaling deeply the scent of Cypress trees and Spanish moss, letting it overpower his senses and calm the dreadful thoughts that were fighting to surface.

Things were coming together quite nicely these days, he had to focus on that. He was back home; he had his status, his wife, his power, and now . . . he had a plan.

His shadow stretched out behind him and then pulled away, leaving the swamp and crossing the bedroom of its own accord. It slid up the wall by the door, hands raised with anticipation as it froze, waiting.

Voices came down the hallway. Alastor’s ears twitched and rotated, trying to pick out words, but could only make out identities.

Mina, Angel Dust, and Niffty. Laughing; drunken giggles and half-whispered words that resulted in more laughter.

Alastor’s smile turned up at one corner, enjoying the sound of it. These people, this place, it wasn’t half bad. It was nice, being around such genuine happiness for a change. There was a part of him that really hoped that when all was said and done, the lives of these people here would remain intact. If it could be helped.

The laughter died down and he made out the words of ‘good night’ and ‘see you in the morning.’ Bedroom doors opened and shut and a few moments later, his own opened.

He looked over his shoulder as Mina entered their room, appreciating the surprised smile on her face when she caught sight of him.

Her face was flushed from giddiness and probably a fair bit of alcohol but it lit up even further as she hurried across the room, practically throwing herself in his arms.

Mina kissed him, a hard but sweet press of her lips to his, and then pulled away, purring and nuzzling his neck with her face as he removed his hands from his pockets in order to return her embrace, holding her body close to his.

This reunion after being apart less than 24 hours was full of more kindness and open relief and love than the one they had shared months ago when he had first returned. It spoke of the healing power of time and how much being able to communicate with Mina, even a tiny bit, had made all the difference.

“We missed you tonight,” she said, her words muffled as she spoke them into the collar of his shirt. “What are you doing in here, all alone?”

“Thinking,” he replied with a lighthearted tone, covering up the severity of the subjects his mind had been focused on. “Charlie and Vaggie are back from their Heavenly trip.”

Mina’s eyebrows shot up, suddenly seeming a bit more sober.

“That soon? That can’t be good.”

“No, not good at all, at least not for Charlie. But we may find ourselves at a bit of an advantage now.”

There was so much trust in her eyes when she looked at him now. A stark contrast to before, when all he saw there was hurt and betrayal, and he had nearly let it drive them apart for good. She set his body on fire when she looked at him that way; the only person he had ever known who could set those chemicals alight in his mind and make him want, desire, need, the way he needed her. This love he felt for her had been nothing but a source of regret and shame for him the last seven years, something he had forced to the back of his thoughts, desperate to be away from the pain of it all. And it was time for that all to end. Now it was time for him to really show her, to prove to her, that he wanted her to be included in this and he was holding nothing back, except that which he was forced to.

“Tell me everything,” she said, repeating the phrase she had spoken to him the day he had arrived back in Hell.

He hadn’t been able to tell her a damn thing that day. But that night, he could not only inform her of his next step, he got to ask her to be a part of it.

___

Everyone, save Alastor, Charlie, and Vaggie, had a hangover the next morning. Mina was the only sufferer of the affliction lucky enough to have someone to look after her and she greatly appreciated the coffee, water, and aspirin Alastor brought her first thing after she woke.

She could feel the first hints of a fresh heat cycle beginning to burn her from inside out; the last one of the spring and late this year. It was coming on slowly though and the lovely, steamy shower she and Alastor took together improved the state of her body. There was too much to do that day to keep indulging herself, so she did her best to delay the rising tide within her and kept her problem to herself.

It wasn’t until mid-morning that the others finally began to stir and make their way down to the hotel lobby to learn about the events, and the consequences, of the meeting in Heaven. The delay gave Mina and Alastor more time to discuss their strategy . . . and enjoy some quality alone time.

Once down in the lobby and surrounded by others, Mina couldn’t help eyeing Vaggie. She knew that girl had been hiding something. Vaggie had been so closed off and secretive about her past and was just so set on being decent and good, far more offended by things that were just plain common in Hell than anyone else. Even Charlie, for all her peppiness and positivity, didn’t hardly blink an eye at some of the things Vaggie would get worked up about.

A fallen angel. It was just so obvious now that Mina was looking for it and she was disappointed in herself for not figuring it out on her own. Vaggie was a different breed of angel than the other fallen ones Mina knew, but still, if anyone could have seen it, it should have been her.

“It’s curious, Vaggie. You worked for Adam for how long? What did you do that got you kicked out?” she asked, genuinely interested.

Vaggie looked away and down, openly ashamed.

“I wouldn’t kill a child,” she said, crossing her arms.

It wasn’t shame for what she had done that was showing in her eyes. It was shame for having worked for the exterminators to begin with. Mina recognized self-disgust and hatred when she saw it, had known Vaggie struggled with those emotions, but now she knew the direct cause of it. It wasn’t being in Hell, it wasn’t even being an angel, it was what she had done to Sinners that hurt her the most.

That was good. Mina could work with that.

“Ah, yeah, those exterminators really don’t show prejudice when it comes to Sinners. The easier the target, the better.”

Vaggie shot her a look, defensiveness and indignation written across her features.

“I didn’t even know children got sent to Hell! My lieutenant wanted me to kill that kid and I couldn’t even process that Heaven would let him be in Hell in the first place. He was . . . so young.”

“Fucked up, isn’t it?” Mina said softly, meeting her gaze. “How blurry the lines for good and evil can get when you really try to separate the two.”

“Yeah,” Vaggie said, visibly relaxing a little as the two women shared a look.

“Tell me about it,” Angel said, slumping deeper into his spot on the sofa. “Like I did fucked up stuff while I was alive, sure. But it was either just to survive or protect my family. And then I get sent here for all that?! And here,” he said with a bitter laugh, “I just have to do even worse things. What’s the fucking point of it all?”

Mina glanced over at Alastor and their eyes met. She could see in that quick second that she was on the right track. He needed the people here riled up and feeling the unfairness of their situation more than ever. And they trusted her a fair amount more than they trusted him, so it was easier for her to fuel the flames of their tumultuous emotions.

“So, like, where are your wings?” Niffty asked, using the back of the couch as leverage to physically accost Vaggie.

Angel and Niffty teased her about both her lack of wings and tits until Husk chimed in, bringing the conversation back around to something more serious.

“How come every time Charlie talks to Heaven, we get in deeper and deeper shit?” he asked, leaning forward and raising a skeptical brow at her.

“It’s not her fault,” Vaggie defended, “Angel’s are just-“

“Liars?” Angel offered.

“Hypocrites?” Mina added, and the two continued.

“Phonies?”

“Deceptive?”

“Cheats?”

“Genocidal?”

“-with a fucking depressing fashion sense?”

“Difficult,” Vaggie deadpanned, cutting off their running joke. “But Charlie’s trying her best.”

Husk stood up, grumpy and still hung over.

“Yeah, well, her best is turning out real well so far,” he said sarcastically before he left for his bar across the room.

“And where is miss fearless leader anyway?” Angel asked. “Isn’t it about time for another ‘doomed-to-fail’ plan?”

“She’s upstairs,” Vaggie answered, “coming up with something, I’m sure . . . in our room . . . alone.”

Alastor glanced up at the ceiling and turned his mischievous smile on Mina, who nodded in understanding, before he evaporated into shadow.

Taking that as her signal, Mina waited until Vaggie looked over at her again, before she shook her head, putting on the most disappointed look she could muster, and walked away, acting like she was headed for the kitchen.

Vaggie bit her hook like the bait it was and followed her along like a fish on a line.

“Wait,” she said, putting a hand on Mina’s arm, “can I talk to you?”

Mina sighed and turned around, looking down at the shorter woman.

“Sure, I suppose.”

“It’s just that . . . I’ve fucked up. Big time. I hurt Charlie and I never meant to.”

“I don’t see what that has to do with me,” Mina answered, folding her arms.

Vaggie cast her eyes down, looking at her own feet, rather than up at Mina.

“How did you forgive Alastor? I mean, he’s kept this huge secret from you, all this time, and you still don’t seem to know why he left. What did he do to get you to forgive him? Because I’d do anything to get Charlie to talk to me right now.”

Mina softened her stance, uncrossing her arms and letting her shoulders sag.

“I came to realize that sometimes people don’t have a choice in the secrets they keep,” she answered honestly and the other woman looked up at her hopefully. “She’ll get that, too. Eventually. But it’ll take time.”

“I should have told her sooner,” Vaggie admitted.

“Well, yeah, I won’t defend your actions there. Charlie gets to be angry at you for that.”

Vaggie put her arms around herself as if to shield herself from the guilt.

“Are you still angry at Alastor?”

Mina frowned, considering her question.

“Sometimes,” she answered after a moment. “It still hurts. I don’t think it ever wont. He could have handled things differently, tried harder to talk to me or give me some kind of warning. But he’s done nothing but try and improve and make up for it since his return. Forgiveness doesn’t mean not being hurt anymore, but it does mean we still love each other.”

This was supposed to be a moment of manipulation on Mina’s part. Gain Vaggie’s trust and keep her preoccupied while Alastor was upstairs making his deal with Charlie. But, while that was still very much her intention, Mina found herself being uncharacteristically open and honest with Vaggie.

Mina actually cared about Charlie. She still found her annoying at times but more often than not, she found herself feeling a strange short of pride in the woman who was technically older than her but seemed much younger most of the time. And she could tell that in his own way, Alastor was starting to feel the same way. Redemption was a pipe dream. Heaven would never allow it. But they both were beginning to see Charlie’s potential for real leadership. He clearly had ulterior motives, even ones Mina still wasn’t sure about, but she could see it in him often these days . . . he liked Charlie and for honest reasons or not, wanted her to do well for herself.

Mina was finding it harder and harder to not feel for Charlie every time one of the girl’s plans blew up in her face. At times, Mina saw so much of her younger sister in Charlie; in her broken dreams, in her kindness, and determination to do the right thing. The biggest difference being Charlie knew a lot of the awful things Mina had done and didn’t push her away because of it.

If the princess was a key to helping Alastor find loopholes in his deal, that was all the more reason for the two of them to support Charlie as much as they could. And knowing she was upstairs, feeling defeated and broken hearted, made Mina genuinely ache for the girl. She knew those feelings all too well. But she also knew that what Charlie and Vaggie had was damn near unbreakable and that this little fissure between them would be mended soon.

“Just give her time,” Mina said, putting her hands on Vaggie’s shoulders. It wasn’t quite a hug, she didn’t think Vaggie would accept one from her yet, but the half embrace was still encouraging. “She loves you. And if anyone can forgive, it’s Charlie.”

Vaggie had begun to smile then, looking at Mina with a warmness that was almost akin to friendship, when the ceiling above them began to crackle with green and voodoo symbols lit up the entire building.

Alastor’s plan had worked and Charlie had accepted his deal. Now it was time for Mina to lie, right through her teeth, as she followed Vaggie up the stairs, having to run to keep up with her.

Vaggie opened the double doors and they flew open against the wind, nearly knocking into Mina as she pulled up to a stop behind her.

The force of the power being emitted from the room was shocking. She had seen Alastor make deals in the past but never seen this much magic released as a result. And this was just a simple deal; a favor for a favor, rather than for a soul. Charlie must truly be an impressive reservoir of strength; it was almost a shame for even a little bit of it to be bound up in a deal.

“Right on cue,” Alastor said, still holding onto Charlie’s hand, as he looked at the two women who had just barged in.

“What did you do?! Let her go!” Vaggie yelled, wielding her spear.

Mina didn’t have to get between them because Charlie beat her to it.

“Vaggie stop!” Charlie yelled and Vaggie dropped her spear in shock.

“No, Charlie, please tell me you didn’t-“

“I made a deal with Alastor,” Charlie admitted, as Alastor walked around her.

“No shit,” Mina said, forcing her face into a scowl and crossing her arms. “Why?” she pointed her question at Alastor, doing her best to look disapproving and skeptical.

“Oh, calm down, she still owns her soul,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand and made a show of directing Mina out of the room, giving Charlie and Vaggie a moment between the two of them.

They left the door open, so that they could overhear the heated debate happening inside, while also pretending to orchestrate one of their own.

“I can’t believe you!” Mina said angrily as they walked down the hallway, loud enough for the two women to be able to hear her. “Actually, you know what, I can. This is just like you. Are you going to tell me what this is all about or are you going to leave me in the dark again?!”

Alastor stopped them several feet down the hallway and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Quite the performance,” he said in a low tone, quiet enough that his words wouldn’t be overheard, except for possibly the irritated tone in his voice. “Very believable.”

“What? Was it too much?” she asked in a hushed voice.

“No, no, not at all,” he replied, “just hit a bit close to home, I suppose.”

“This was your idea,” she huffed, still whispering. “If you gave me inspiration to work with beforehand, that’s your own fault.”

“So, it’s fortuitous that I’ve been a secretive bastard to you lately?” he teased.

“Don’t get any ideas,” she replied.

“Now why would I do that?” he asked with an impish grin and leaned over her to press a kiss between her ears.

The voices from the bedroom were less raised now, though they still sounded tense.

Alastor sighed against her before standing up straighter and looking towards the open doorway.

“The show must go on,” he said and whisked them via shadow back into the room.

Mina did her best to look subdued but still irritated as the conversation between the four of them continued.

“Are you with us?” Charlie asked Vaggie, who slumped her shoulders, defeated, and reluctantly followed them out of the room.

Mina made a point of hanging back and walking with Vaggie as they followed Charlie and Alastor’s lead.

The shorter woman looked at her skeptically, almost angry, as if she blamed Mina as much as she blamed Alastor.

“You know, I used to wonder how you had been married to him for so long, but now I get it. He’s a master manipulator and I feel like I’m the only one who sees it.”

Mina folded her arms, not having to pretend to be defensive.

“Well I never accepted a deal from him. It’s not like he forced Charlie, you know.”

“So you’re not mad at him?” Vaggie retorted, “because you seemed pretty pissed at him just now.”

Mina threw up her hands in exasperation.

“He told me everything, he just did it after the fact. That’s what I’m angry about. The deal with Charlie though, it’s not a bad thing.”

“Wait, hold on,” Vaggie said, stopping her and letting Charlie and Alastor head even further down the hallway and leave them behind. “You’re the one who told me to be careful making another deal with him. You’re the one who said there’s always more to them than he lets on. And you just said you had never made a deal with him yourself and you’re his wife. If you don’t trust him enough to make a deal with him then why should Charlie have?”

“You know what, I take it back,” Mina said. “I did make a deal with him once.” She raised up her ring finger in a similar display as one did when flipping someone off, showing off her wedding band. “I married him. You think that wasn’t a binding deal? I may not like the way he operates sometimes, I’m not going to pretend otherwise just for the sake of this argument, but I still trust him to have my best interest at heart. And yes, he might use Charlie to gain some advantage for himself later on, but he won’t hurt her. He’s not a monster, Vaggie.”

“He’s a demon!”

“Well so am I!” she spat and Vaggie stepped back as if slapped. Mina took a breath and lowered her voice, but she was still upset when she continued. “And so is everyone else here besides you. Even Charlie. Who is an adult and can make her own decisions. If you want her forgiveness, why don’t you try supporting those decisions instead of judging her for them?”

Mina marched away from her then, satisfied the conversation had its intended effect, before she left the hotel.

Alastor was taking Charlie to Cannibal Town and the plan was for Vaggie to go find Carmilla.

But Mina had her own destination in mind, a place where she was certain she could find her own recruits for the battle ahead.

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Mina stepped out of the cab, looking down at her old home.

She had lived in The Pit for so long before she had moved in with Alastor and had continued to work there well into the 21st Century. It had been less than 20 years since she had quit her job as a Torturer, so when she had moved back in 7 years ago, it had almost been like coming back to a childhood home.

When she had returned to being under Abaddon’s wings, she had been grateful for the comfort of the place. After what had happened to the radio tower after Alastor left, she couldn’t bear to be there anymore. Feeling discarded, lost, forgotten . . . angry; she had needed this place to help her bring back some semblance of sanity to her life.

As she walked down the steps that were carved into the outer walls, Mina heard the familiar sounds of distant screams. Some from the Torture wracks and some from the lake of fire. The wailing was a constant here, there was always someone being made to pay their debt. It was part of the ambience of the place; there was a sense of power to those who could be there to witness the torment and yet be untouched by it.

Mina thought about going straight to Abaddon’s house, a large black mansion that sat near the opposite end of the lake from her apartment, with its own private dock that led right into the eternal flames of the black water.

Instead, she found herself on the sandy beach. Abaddon likely wouldn’t be home yet and she had the rest of the day to kill.

She missed this place; not having returned since her dismal a few months back. Kicking off her shoes, she sat down, getting comfortable as she stretched her legs out and dug her bare feet into the warm black sand. She put her arms out behind her, supporting her weight on her palms, as she let her head lull back and closed her eyes. Thousands of evenings had been spent right where she sat, drinking and laughing with this strange found family of hers, but on that day, she was alone.

It took over an hour for Abaddon to appear and when they did, their shadow fell over Mina and she knew it was them without having to look up.

“If you’ve come to ask me for my help during the battle, my answer is unfortunately no.”

Their voice was soft and quiet but firm as they stood over her.

“Why did you send me to the hotel?” she asked, ignoring their statement.

Abaddon took their seat in the sand next to her, mirroring her body language, with their legs stretched out and crossed in front of them.

“For Charlie,” they said, still looking out at the lake rather than at her.

“Charlie?” Mina said, surprised.

“I knew you wouldn’t agree to go just to help her out, so I put the thought in your head of somehow getting closer to Alastor. But Charlie needed someone to look after her, protect her, someone I could trust to at the very least not hurt her. She won’t listen to her family when it comes to her plans. But I knew she’d grow on you and hoped you would eventually be able to talk some sense into her.”

“There was never any hope of me finding Alastor, then, was there?” she prodded further.

“No, I don’t think there was,” Abaddon admitted. “At least not until he was able to return . . . or allowed to return.”

Mina turned to them, folding her legs under her so she could better face them.

“What do you know about his deal?”

Abaddon sighed and ran a hand down their face, looking sad. Tired.

“Probably less than you do at this point. Enough to know it’s no good.”

“Lucifer knows about it; it even sounds like he’s a part of it. So how come you don’t know more?” she challenged.

“I am not involved because I choose not to be and I wish you would do the same.”

“Not a chance. Not when there’s still so much I don’t know and so much worth fighting for.”

“Alastor is not worth fighting for.”

“Yes, he is,” she shot back, “and so is Charlie.”

She surprised even herself when she said that last bit. Abaddon looked at her for a moment, clearly as shocked at her statement as she was, but then their expression settled on something almost akin to pride.

“Those two are very different people,” they said with a small smile.

“Yeah, well,” Mina said, struggling to find the words. “I don’t care about a lot of people and most people don’t care for me in return. They do.”

“You have all that and more here. And you would be safe.”

“And what about Charlie?”

“She will learn the hard way what I sent you there to teach her the easy way. You can’t win a fight against Heaven. They won't touch her, but she’ll have to watch everyone around her be killed. That’s what awaits you if you stay there. Is this fight, and Alastor, and your new friends there really worth losing everything else over?”

“I won’t die if you fight alongside us.”

Abaddon stood up, dusting the sand off their trousers as they did so, and sighed loudly.

“I know you love Alastor, and I do see that he cares for you in return, in his own limited way. I also love my brother and his family. I really do, and frankly it’s a far greater and deeper love than you have ever experienced. That is why I fought by his side and that is why I fell with him. But I can tell you, it wasn’t worth it. And I’m tired of watching my family die around me, unable to learn from my mistakes. So don’t ask that of me again. I won’t join a losing battle and I won’t participate in something that is just going to get more people I love killed.”

Mina stood as well, coming as face to face with Abaddon as their height difference would allow. They had a slighter frame than their brother, but they were much taller than Lucifer.

“I want my job back.”

“Kind of an odd time to be asking for that, don’t you think?”

“If I can wield angelic fire, I’ll stand a chance. I don’t know if we can really win the fight, and I know that even if we do, it won’t be the last stand against Heaven and the exterminations, but I know I can at least survive and protect the people I care about better if I have that power. And . . .” she sighed, feeling like she was admitting some kind of defeat, and then pushed herself forward to finish her plea. “I just want my job back. I was good at it. I liked it. And if I don’t have to hide it from the hotel then I won’t be as distracted this time around.”

“I think Charlie will understand your job more than you initially thought. She is my niece after all, she knows what I do here. But Alastor? Will he approve?”

“I already talked to him about it last night,” she said, and Abaddon rose their eyebrows in surprise. “He doesn’t approve but he’s not going to stand in my way, either.”

“If you say so,” Abaddon said with a shrug and a huff, then crossed their arms. “Fine. I guess I did miss you.”

They gave her a lopsided smile and when she returned it with her own, their smile grew into a full blown toothy grin and they pulled her in for a hug.

Mina melted into the embrace, having missed the comforting safety and familial adoration from her guardian all these months. She’d had Alastor, but she needed this as well; this parental/daughter bond they’d formed over the last century.

“Would it be pushing it if I asked you to give Alastor a break?” she said, still held tightly in the angel’s arms. “He’s hurting too, you know.”

“And it’s a pain of his own creation,” Abaddon replied, and gently pulled away from the hug but didn’t take their hands from her arms, keeping her just at elbows’ length. “I know you think I hate him. I know he thinks I hate him. But I really don’t. I just do not think he’s good for you. He loves you, sure, but he’s a walking parade of red flags.”

Mina rolled her eyes, having heard all this before.

“You’re wrong about him. He’s had a lot of his choices made for him lately but one thing he did choose was me.”

Abaddon looked at her sadly. “I hope for your sake that you’re right but you know I’ll be here either way.”

They leaned over her and pressed their lips to her forehead, letting it linger there as a tingly warmth filled her body. She felt the pulsing glow come alive beneath her skin, beating within her veins in time with her heart, and recognized the feeling of power returning to her cells.

Fire.

Forget steel weapons, she could burn any exterminators alive now. Though she looked forward to wielding both.

“Thank you,” she whispered as Abaddon pulled away.

“Just . . . don’t get killed, okay?” they said.

Mina nodded. Behind Abaddon, a portal opened and they turned and started walking towards it.

“Oh, one more thing,” they paused, their index finger pressed thoughtfully to their lips. “Do me a favor and just ask Alastor . . . if he regrets his deal.”

“He can’t even tell me what it is or when he made it. For all I know, he could have made it while he was still alive,” Mina defended but Abaddon shook their head.

“Yeah, but I bet he can tell you how he feels about it. Ask him, I dare you.”

They winked at her and then stepped through the portal, ending their conversation.

Next Chapter ->

@inuhalfdemon @saccharine-nectarine @whoknowswhoiamtoday @redvexillum

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor fanfiction #alastor the radio demon #alastor x oc #alastor #the radio demon #radio demon #alastor x reader #the fire in the sin

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kaykaystayforu · 5 months ago

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𝗥𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗼 (𝟭𝟴+)

"𝙁𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙥𝙤𝙥?"

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IT HAS BEEN a decade since I was relocated to C-block and finally now it was back to just me and Carol I started to realize how much older I was getting time flies by pretty quickly you're 17 years old and then before you know it you're 34 years old but at least my attractiveness wasn't going to fade thank God for that.

Carol still hangs out in some little hideaway where I suppose she and Frieda used to sell before she betrayed her; that's actually where we were right now.

Me just sitting on the mattress and listening to the radio while Carol was reading a men's magazine. I wasn't really paying attention to any of the songs that played on the radio.

Until Michael Jackson came on I was up in a flash over the years. My small infatuation with the pop singer never faded; he was just everything but Carol hated Micheal Jackson.

She was into more rugged men like Burt Reynolds or something which is kind of strange to me "ugh change the channel" she groaned still looking at the magazine.

I rolled my eyes and ignored her, still enjoying the song. She must have noticed that the song didn't change because she put down the magazine and glared at me.

"Helloooo are you deaf?" I sat up from my position and smirked at her.

"No I heard you, I just don't care" I joked.

Over time Carol started to become more mature and she looked even more stunning than she did before her demeanor even matured. she wasn't easy to anger anymore but that didn't mean that she wasn't dangerous she just learned a lot more as she got older.

She got up and turned off the radio which made me angry.

I was going to miss the rest of the song. She looked at me and smirked but it quickly disappeared when I went over to her Burt Reynolds poster that hung on the wall and grabbed the edges as if I was going to tear it in half.

"Turn it back on or else the only thing you'll see of Burt is in multiple pieces scattered around the entire block" I sneered.

She looked at me in horror. "You wouldn't dare" she challenged. I raised an eyebrow and ripped the poster but just slightly it was barely noticeable she screamed out in protest as she jumped on me.

"Penn stop, don't ruin Burt!!" She ended up falling with me onto the mattress making me burst out laughing.

"So turn my song back on," I responded as she gave me an angry look and resumed playing the radio. To my disappointment, the song had ended, and I sulked in frustration as I reclined on the bed.

Carol climbed onto me and hit my shoulder, saying, "You shouldn't be concerned about music when you have me." I simply folded my arms and glared at her.

She simply grinned at me and leaned down, capturing my lips with hers. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer to me.

My hand firmly grasped her hips as we indulged in our passionate reunion. We made love like we couldn't get enough of each other, fulfilling each other's desires.

I emitted a low growl and flipped us over so that I was on top. I began to unbutton her jumper while placing gentle kisses on her neck.

After undoing the last button, I slid it down her shoulders, removing her white shirt and delicately cupping her breasts through her bra.

A wide smirk spread across my face at her reaction.

"You look stunning, my love," I complimented as she gazed at me with flushed cheeks. She bit her lip and breathed heavily, knowing that her intense stare affected me deeply.

I pressed my hand against her warmth, causing her back to arch and a whimper to escape her lips.

"Damn," I smirked at her and held her neck, making her gaze directly into my eyes.

"I shouldn't give you anything since you turned my song off, darling," I sneered. She looked away, remaining silent, so I rubbed her sensitive spot, eliciting a small squeak from her.

"Stay still and don't move, understand?" She whined and nodded in response. I smiled and leaned down, planting a rough kiss on her pink lips.

Impatiently, she gripped my hair, trying to create some friction since I hadn't moved my hand.

I quickly pulled away from the kiss, removing my hand from her jumpsuit, and tightly gripped her hips.

"Didn't I say not to move? You know I despise disobedience, right?" I asked, my voice growing deeper. She dug her hands into the mattress beneath her.

"Why do you have to tease me like this?" she pouted.

I simply chuckled at her.

"Well, you know how much I enjoy taking my time. That's how I express my love, sweetheart. Can you be patient for me?" She frowned and stared at me, saying nothing.

"That's what I thought," I said, and with that, I began to shower her neck with gentle kisses, leaving behind marks of affection. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra.

I tore the fabric off of her, exposing my favorite part of her body.

I slipped my hand back into her jumpsuit and into her underwear, beginning to rub my hand against her entrance forcefully, causing her to release a loud moan and grip my arm tightly, her nails digging into my skin.

I let out a sharp breath, allowing her to continue.

"Do you want it, baby?" My other hand returned to grip her hips. She nodded her head, prompting me to click my tongue.

"I need to hear it from you, baby doll," I hinted, wanting her to verbalize her desires. She must have understood because she leaned her head back, whining in sexual frustration.

"Come on, Penn, please."

I raised an eyebrow and started to withdraw my hand, but she quickly stopped me.

"Okay, okay, wait!" I began circling my thumb at her entrance as she let out a moan.

"Go on, beautiful."

She averted her gaze from me, taking a few breaths.

"Please," she begged, a moan escaping from the back of her throat. I let out a growl.

"One more time for me, baby," I purred, feeling myself becoming aroused by my girlfriend.

"Please, make love to me, Penn!" She pouted, and I felt my chest flutter when she said those words it was more powerful than when she just begs me to fuck her.

"That's what I love to hear," I muttered as I inserted two fingers into her, causing her to dig her nails into my jumpsuit and slightly spread her legs.

I didn't give her any time to adjust as I began moving my fingers forcefully inside of her, eliciting a series of moans from her.

I curled my fingers, hitting that spot immediately, and covered her mouth after she let out a scream. Her nose twitched like a small bunny, her hormones getting the best of her.

I planted kisses on her neck, biting at the skin, which caused a whimper to escape from her lips.

I uncovered her mouth and continued to thrust my fingers roughly into her, but she let out another scream, causing me to quickly cover her mouth again. She pressed her head against the pillow, pulling me down with her and breathing heavily in my ear.

"Oh my god, baby, yes!" I knew she was close because her walls were clenching around my fingers, but I wanted to do something else.

I withdrew my fingers from her, a whimper escaping her lips as I directed them toward her mouth.

"Suck," I commanded, and she immediately complied, taking my fingers into her mouth and swirling her tongue around them, never breaking eye contact.

I admired her stunning appearance, my mind consumed with thoughts of what I wanted to do to her. I swiftly removed my fingers from her mouth and pressed a passionate kiss to her lips, gripping her thighs tightly, knowing it would likely leave a mark.

I made a mental note to tend to it later, then proceeded to remove the rest of her jumpsuit, watching as she kicked off the blue fabric.

I forcefully removed her panties and spread her legs, exposing her to the cool air. Without uttering a word, I eagerly planted kisses on her thighs, relishing in the soft sounds that escaped her lips as she tangled her hands in my hair.

I traced a long lick against her warmth, causing her to throw her head back against the pillow in pleasure.

"Oh my god, Penn, please don't stop," she pleaded, gazing up at me with desire as I smirked and tightened my grip on her thighs.

"I might just keep you here for hours. Would you enjoy that, Care?" I asked, my tone sickly sweet. She nodded frantically, gripping my hair tighter in an attempt to bring me closer and create some friction.

Her actions made me chuckle, and I decided I had teased her enough. I dove in, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her as she fought to keep her legs open. I moaned, sending vibrations through her body.

"Oh yeah," she moaned, clutching onto my hair desperately as I savored the taste of her.

Pleasuring her has always been a source of enjoyment for me over the years. I decided to insert my fingers into her once more, intensifying her pleasure and amplifying the volume of her sounds.

"Fuck!" I swirled my tongue around her, simultaneously thrusting my fingers, causing her petite frame to buck against my movements.

I glanced up to see her looking at the ceiling, her eyes squeezed shut and her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Fuck, Penn, keep going," she attempted to demand, but I forcefully pulled her hips down and gave her a dark look.

"Don't move," I commanded. She let out a small whimper, her cheeks flushed and her hair disheveled. In my eyes she looked absolutely gorgeous.

I sensed her body trembling and I knew she was on the verge of climax. I moved my mouth away and sat up, using my fingers to move swiftly while maintaining eye contact. Her breathing grew faster as her eyes rolled back, and my hand became slick with her arousal.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she exclaimed.

I removed my fingers from her and licked them with a smirk.

"You taste incredible, sweetheart," I remarked. She smiled and gave me a small kiss on the lips.

"One more round?" I raised an eyebrow but couldn't help but smirk.

"Anything you desire, darling," I responded. She got up and bent down, retrieving something hidden between the shelves.

She tossed it beside me on the bed, and I glanced down to see that it was a strap-on. I licked my lips with a smirk and looked up to see Carol positioning herself against the wall, beckoning me with her finger.

"How did you manage to bring this in here?" She rolled her eyes.

"We have these guards wrapped around our fingers. I have my ways. Now, come on, I'm waiting," she cooed.

I picked it up and secured it in place, ensuring it was stable. Once I was certain, I walked over to Carol and lifted her by the waist, her legs wrapping around me. I placed one hand against the wall and the other on her waist, thrusting the strap-on into her.

I covered her mouth, muffling the loud moan that escaped her lips. I thrust into her, causing her body to bounce from the force. She gripped my hair, which was tied messily in a bun, tightly and buried her face in my neck, attempting to stifle her whimpers.

"Shhh, try to be quiet. We wouldn't want anyone to walk in and interrupt us while I'm making love to you, my dear," I whispered. She nodded, resting her head against the wall. I increased the intensity of my thrusts, causing her breathing to quicken.

"Fuck," she whimpered, squeezing her legs around me even tighter.

I buried my head in her neck, inhaling her sweet aroma. It was intoxicating and aroused me immensely. I gripped onto her thighs with more strength and increased the speed of my movements.

She let out a high-pitched squeal, biting her lip.

"Oh my god, yes!" She smiled blissfully. I could feel her legs trembling, so I decided to transfer her to the bed for more comfort. I gently laid her down and flipped her onto her stomach, lifting her hips slightly and parting her legs.

I pushed back inside her, and she let out a loud groan, slapping her hand against the wall. I caressed her waist, relishing the sensation of our bodies pressed together. I continued my rhythm, grunting softly with each stroke. She whimpered loudly, her mouth hanging open.

I took hold of her jaw, making her gaze up at me. She smirked at me with a face filled with desire. Leaning down, I kissed her passionately and pushed her upper body down onto the rough surface. I thrust into her, targeting her sweet spot.

She moaned loudly, muffling her sounds by burying her face in her arms. She tried to remain as quiet as possible but failed miserably. Her nails dug into her skin, leaving red marks. I smirked and changed my quick thrusts to slow but forceful strokes, hitting her sweet spot and intensifying her pleasure.

Her eyes rolled back as she arched her back against me, attempting to match my movements.

I turned her over and maintained my vigorous rhythm. She fondled her breasts and gazed into my eyes with a playful grin, aware of the effect it had on me. I snarled and seized her hands, holding them firmly above her head.

She whimpered as I penetrated her more deeply and raised her legs slightly as I thrust into her once more. She emitted a loud cry of pleasure, indicating that I had found her sensitive area, and continued with forceful movements in that precise location.

"Feels good, sweetheart?" She laid her head to the side, completely dazed.

"So damn good," she whimpered into the material. I felt her tighten around me and increased my speed, wanting her to experience a mind-blowing orgasm.

I covered her mouth as a loud scream escaped her throat. Her climax washed over her intensely. After helping her ride out her high, I withdrew from her, and she instantly collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily.

I extracted one from the group, placed it in my mouth, returned the box and grabbed a lighter and ignited it taking a long drag releasing smoke. I wasn't much of a smoker, only indulging when I deemed it necessary.

I reclined beside my girlfriend, drawing her body close to mine, allowing her to rest her head on my chest.

"You're correct, who needs a radio," I remarked with a smirk. She laughed breathlessly against my chest and gazed up at me with an infatuated smile.

"Absolutely," she said, cupping my chin and pulling me into a kiss, slipping her tongue into my mouth. I hummed, allowing her to take control of the kiss.

After several minutes of passionate kissing, we separated for a breath of air.

"I'm incredibly fortunate to have you," she murmured, nestling her body against mine. I smiled and embraced her, taking a drag from the cigarette. "I feel the same way, sweet tart."

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#angst #fluff #lesbian #lgbtq #carol denning #carol denning x reader #carol smut #young carol #hennyrussell #ashley jordyn #oitnb #carol denning imagine #older carol denning #younger carol denning

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bridgetlynn · 2 months ago

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So since Friday I've basically been working on two things - 1) plotting a (potentially) long(ish) fic that isn't remotely ready for public consumption (if ever) and 2) writing something that has slowly formed into essentially the fic equivalent of ripping open an anxiety attack and dropping a pretty blue eyed tangled ball of mental health issues into it right after The Fight (capitals being necessary).

It's also been about six years since I've written anything for any fandom. And that was a random one-shot that I got prodded into doing by a friend. Before that we're edging into a decade (and in no way shape or form will those see the light of day here) of not writing anything that isn't original or technical for work. So, as a bit of a tester - I'm gonna throw a few blurbs from the "anxiety attack" fic - this is still untitled, unedited and not even close to done. These little blurbs may disappear or change order or any sorts of things. But this way I can see at least see if I've even got the voice in the same vicinity as being correct. And not totally off-putting.

I'll be sure to share my AO3 once I'm ready to actually post anything in full.

Do keep in mind, for those of you who can't seem to understand how this disease works, that this is the brain of someone who just watched his entire life implode around him - no matter whose fault it may actually be in the long run.

/// It wouldn’t be the first time someone had questioned Robby’s mental health since Langdon had met him. Friends included.

A quick pat down of his pockets reassured Frank that he hadn’t dropped his phone or keys during the insanity of the last few hours; he had left everything else in his car when he came back after receiving the text that went out to all staff. He walked a few feet back to where the triage staging hadn’t been cleaned up yet and dropped his ID badge on a table with the left over equipment.

It felt disconcertingly like he had simultaneously dropped a thousand pound weight off his shoulders and put his head in a guillotine.

This job will fսck you up if you let it. You let it.

“Probably,” he agreed, sarcasm heavily lacing the words, still feeling like those words were lingering in the air around him and turned, walking away from the hospital without another glance back leaving unsaid that Robby had done so first. He knew he was running - from accusations, accountability and consequences. He just couldn’t really care at the moment. \\\ /// Because no matter what he had shouted at Robby. No matter how much he tried a Hail Mary style bargain at that moment. Tried to get him to change his mind, push it aside, even just simply forgive him.

Frank knew it. He was fucked.

He had always been a terrible liar so he tried not to do it; especially to himself. Instead, uncomfortable, bordering on rude, blunt truth had always been his defense weapon of choice.

No matter what the truth actually was - Robby believed Frank Langdon to be an addict.

So yes, he was fucked.

He thought he’d have been able to keep all his balls in the air for a little while longer. He just needed a few more months and he’d be back to normal. A few more months and he’d be done. \\\

/// But, despite that, despite Frank keeping everything in his life to appear exactly as it should be on the outside, there had to be a reason Robby believed an intern on her first day. An intern who had already fucked up more times then Frank can remember someone doing on their first shift - at least not since his own.

Because for Robby to believe her; he had to have been considering something already... ...And if that was true; if Robby had been suspicious from the start, then what he said in the ambulance bay was bullshit too.

“You could have come to me” played through his head against “But what am I?…You’re my best resident. Big difference.”

“Big difference,” Frank whispered, still staring out the windshield into the dark September night. “Guess he was right this morning; we are definitely not friends.” \\\

#the pitt #fanfiction #frank langdon

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obitez · 4 months ago

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High Noon, Chapter 1

So I started another BuckTommy fic. Instead of the fast burn we got in 7x04, I'm making this a long and slow burn between our two favorite men.

Full Chapter on AO3

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As nearly all adult friendships went, some friendships were just people you knew in passing. Some friendships were people you might go get a beer with on a Friday night every couple weeks, maybe invite them over to your house if you were the kind of person that liked hosting. And some were the ones you constantly hung out with and spoke to everyday.

If he was honest with himself, Tommy didn’t have too many friends in that third category. Most of his friends fell in that second category.

Friends like Chimney.

Back when he still worked at the 118, Tommy would say that Chimney fell into that third category of friends. But with his move to another station, it was hard to keep that close connection up when they weren’t spending 24 hours together every three days, blame it on the different schedules, him moving a bit further away to be closer to his new station, Chimney getting into a relationship and having a kid, him being called out of the city to go fight wild fires a couple weeks each year, their lives just got busy.

They still kept in touch though. Texting, sending each other funny memes, Tommy sent him a couple onesies when his daughter was born, with a note that he was sorry he couldn’t make it to the baby shower - he was working that day, the occasional phone call (normally when Chimney needed a favor), and the very occasional meet up for drinks.

And then Chimney called him one night for another favor, a favor involving stealing a helicopter and flying far off the western coast of the United States to find a cruise ship that disappeared in the middle of a hurricane. And a week later, asked, no insisted, no demanded that Tommy joined him and the rest of the 118 for drinks.

And at that meetup for drinks, Chimney reintroduced him to the two guys that basically replaced him at the 118 - Evan Buckley and Eddie Diaz.

Look, Tommy might be a gay man, something he had come to accept a lot later in life than most gay men, but he wasn’t one of those gay men that stopped and admired, or even acknowledged really, hot looking men whenever he laid eyes on them. Somewhat because over a decade of internalized homophobia popped into his mind sometimes, mostly because he was just oblivious to it half the time.

So the first time he had met Evan, he didn’t really take any special notice of him other than he was one of the firefighters Chimney brought along to go save Bobby and Athena. He cracked a lot of jokes as they flew out to find the cruise ship, was obviously close to and cared deeply for everyone on his team, and was kind of good looking, not that he really had all that opportunity to look at him while he was flying the helicopter.

This time however, Tommy had a lot of opportunities to look at Evan.

A lot of opportunities to look at Evan’s endearing smile, his sweet lips, his big shoulders and his large arms. Did Tommy mention the man’s birthmark really brought out the color in those two cute eyes? Tommy quickly came to the conclusion that this Evan guy was hot and… exactly Tommy’s type.

#bucktommy #bucktommy fic #evan buckley #tommy kinard #chimney han #911 fanfic #my bucktommy slowburn fic

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echo-goes-mmm · 1 year ago

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Ambrose and Elliot #25

Masterpost

Warnings: torture, murder

He sent Elliot to sleep in his bedroom. The poor thing was exhausted, and he needed a nap somewhere safe.

After a bit of prodding, Elliot had told him he couldn’t remember anything prior to ‘his old master’ and Horneswood might have some information.

Ambrose couldn’t imagine just… forgetting everything. They had to have done something to his mind. He wracked his brain as he prepped, but he couldn’t think of any natural substance that could erase twenty-odd years of memories.

Surely Elliot had a life before his captors. There was no way he would have run if there wasn’t something in his mind that knew the abuse wasn’t normal. Even if it was subconscious.

They’d find out soon enough. Elliot wanted to ask the bastard questions, and Ambrose would make sure he got truthful answers. He fished around in his jewelry box for the proper amulet.

He didn’t like using magic much; it felt like cheating. And after so many decades of shortcuts, it was nice to slow down and do things the long way.

This was not the time to do things the long way. Thank goodness he had kept all the magic trinkets and jewelry his husband had given him.

The amulet was buried under some rings, and it took him a moment to untangle the gold chain from the gemstones. It was an inconspicuous thing, a simple teardrop ruby framed in gold, but the unnatural weight gave it away.

The cold metal immediately warmed in his palm; it recognized him. He clasped the chain around his neck, slipping it under his shirt.

He couldn't remember what the enchantment was called, but it would let him know when someone was lying or not. A useful thing in an interrogation.

The rest of the preparations were easy. Ambrose rolled up his rugs and put them in the closet. He grabbed some rags and put them down before placing a worn chair in the middle of the room. He took old sheets and draped them over the furniture in case there was any blood spray.

He kept Elliot close by after his nap, occupying him with chores they could do side-by-side.

Until nightfall came.

He sent Elliot up to his room, and chatted nonchalantly with Mr. Horneswood- first name Sebastian (ew). He gently maneuvered the conversation, and found out that Horneswood was far from home, headed back after visiting relatives.

His disappearance wouldn’t be noticed for months, and like most missing persons, would be assumed dead by exposure or bandits.

Good.

He went ‘to bed’ after filing the information away in his mind.

Elliot had left the door unlocked for him, as planned, and he slipped inside.

“It’s just me,” he whispered to Elliot in the dark. He took his place by the door, hidden in the shadows. He unsheathed Janus’s dagger and waited.

It wasn’t long before he heard Sebastian whistling, the cocky shitbag.

The handle turned, and Ambrose kept still.

Horneswood entered the room, and in the dim light he saw him grin. Just a step further-

Ambrose lunged, clapping his hand over Sebastian’s mouth, the dagger to his neck.

“We need to have a chat.”

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Ambrose pulled off his jacket and tossed it aside. He didn’t want any blood on it.

“I- What are you going to do to me?” whimpered Sebastian. He was tied down on the chair, rope securing his wrists to the armrests and his ankles to the wooden legs. Elliot sat on the sheet-covered couch, watching.

“I’m going to kill you, of course.” Ambrose traced the edge of his dagger.

“Please- please don’t- I haven’t done any-”

“Bullshit you haven’t,” he snarled. He swung the blade forward, stopping a scant half inch before his throat.

“Elliot has told me enough to know you deserve to die. How that happens depends on you.”

“Wha-”

“You’re going to answer Elliot’s questions. If you tell him the truth, I’ll be nice and make it quick,” he lied.

“And if you don’t… well. I’m sure you can guess.”

Sebastian’s eyes went wide, and he glanced at Elliot. Ambrose savored his ashen face, the shake in his hands, the quiver of his lip.

How Poetic.

“Look at me,” he commanded. Horneswood’s eyes snapped to his, and they were filled with terror.

“Go ahead, Ellie.”

Elliot looked unsure, but Ambrose gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s alright, love, he can’t hurt you.”

“You- you said Elliot was my new name. What was it before?” He asked quietly.

“I don’t- what do you mean?” Horneswood looked between them, tears in his eyes.

“Did- I mean. I had a name, didn’t I? Like real people.” Elliot wrung his hands, staring at the floor.

“Answer the question.” He pressed the blade to one of Sebastian’s thumbs, threatening it.

“I don’t remember- I’m sorry!” sobbed Sebastian. “Don’t!”

The amulet tingled and the air tasted sweet. It was the truth- he didn’t know.

“See?” teased Ambrose. “Not so hard.” He let up on the finger.

“How long was I with my old master?” asked Elliot, bolder than before.

“I- um- four years.”

Ambrose inhaled, tasting the air. Bitter. A lie. Too bad.

He dug the tip of the blade into Sebastian's forearm. The man screamed, and Ambrose twisted the dagger. He waited a moment.

“Try again.”

“Six!” he cried. “Please, stop!” Ambrose flicked the pommel, and Hornesood squealed like a stuck pig.

Six years. Elliot couldn’t have been more than sixteen, maybe eighteen. Sebastian was only covering his ass because sixteen was barely legal. Not that it mattered anymore; there were worse crimes afoot.

But even six years of torture surely couldn’t reduce his memory to ash.

No one forgot their own name in six years without help.

He looked over to Elliot, and clearly he hadn’t expected that.

“Is he lying?” he whispered, and Ambrose shook his head. Elliot looked away.

“I’m sorry,” whimpered Horneswood.

“Shut up,” snapped Ambrose. He grabbed Sebastian’s hair, yanking his head backwards. “What did you do to make him forget? What did you do?”

“Nothing!” protested Sebastian. Lie.

“You did more than nothing.” He pried a finger loose from Horneswood’s clenched fist, and severed it from his hand in one clean cut.

Sebastian screamed again, high and piercing.

“What did you do?”

Horneswood panted. “It wasn’t me! A mage- owed Richard a favor- some spell- so he’d obey-” he gasped, “Just stop! Please!”

Ambrose glanced at Elliot, who had tears running down his face.

Memory erasure. Elliot’s whole identity, his past, gone in a flash. Irreversible.

Fuck.

“I- I really was a person-” Elliot looked down at his hands. He covered his face, weeping.

Ambrose put down the knife.

“Ellie,” he wrapped his arms around him, “you’re still a person.”

Elliot tucked his head under his chin, pressing his face into his chest, clutching his shirt.

“I’m not,” he sobbed, “Not anymore.” Tears soaked his shirt, but he paid them no heed. “I just th-thought I was a-always this way. Meant to be- to serve. I- I didn’t know- he lied to me-”

Ambrose had already decided earlier that Horneswood wasn’t going to die easily, but now the idea of prolonging even further-

He couldn’t pass that up.

He rubbed Elliot’s back. “Do you want to ask him anything more, sweetheart?” Elliot shook his head. “Alright.”

“Can I sleep in your room?”

“Of course, love.” Ambrose looked over to see Sebastian. “But there might be some noise.” Horneswood’s head snapped up, and Ambrose grinned at him.

“I don’t mind, sir.”

Ambrose kissed Ellie’s forehead. “I’ll be there in a couple hours.”

Ambrose watched him go, the door clicking behind him.

“So,” he turned to Horneswood, “where do you want to start?”

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“How do you feel about castration?”

“Fu’ you,” moaned Horneswood. It had become difficult for him to talk since Ambrose had pulled out a few of his teeth.

“Unlikely. But I suppose you make a point. Once I cauterize it, you won’t feel the pain anyway.”

Blood dripped from the wounds on Sebastian's chest, and Ambrose considered the scars he’d seen on Elliot. He didn’t have a whip, but there were other ways. He grabbed the iron poker from the stand. Might as well finish him off. It was getting late.

He untied Horneswood’s writs and shoved him forward onto the floor. He straddled his back, forcing his hands behind him. Once he was secured and tied, he cut away the ankle bindings.

Sebastian didn’t have the strength to move away, the blood loss weakening him.

Ambrose put the chair aside. He tapped the ground with the poker, right by his head, and Horneswood flinched.

“I’m going to beat you to death,” he announced. “Sound fair?”

“ ‘illing is a th’in.” panted Sebastian. “Your ‘od will ha’e you.”

A spark of anger flared in Ambrose’s chest. How dare he? “You know, I don’t think he’ll mind.” He clutched the poker, his knuckles turning white.

He brought the poker down on his ankles. Horneswood howled, his bones likely shattering.

Good.

The cracking of bones was sharp and loud, but it was nothing compared to the sounds of Sebastian’s wailing and piercing shrieks.

Ambrose made his way up Hornewood’s body, his feet, shins, thighs, pelvis (that got special attention), until finally his ribs.

He wheezed when Ambrose struck his lower chest, and he began to cough blood. It splattered on the floor, tiny droplets of scarlet.

Ambrose paused. He’d perforated his lung, a deadly wound, but if he stopped now it would be hours before Horneswood died. Hours of excruciating pain.

He wiped the poker down with a spare rag. He put it back on its stand.

He cleaned his dagger as Sebastian choked and coughed.

He put another log on the fire.

Ambrose went into the bathroom to wash up. He scrubbed his hands, washed his face, brushed his teeth as Horneswood sputtered on the floor.

He wasn’t going anywhere, and would be dead by morning.

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Master Ambrose slipped into bed beside him, smelling faintly of blood. Elliot rolled over, burrowing into him. Ambrose was warm, and protective, and Elliot could finally relax.

“Is he dead?”

Ambrose wrapped an arm around him, a hand coming to pet his hair.

“Dying,” he said. “He won’t hurt you anymore.”

“’Kay. Thank you.” Ambrose pulled him close, humming, and the comfortable sound lulled him into a deep sleep.

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its-in-the-woods · 1 year ago

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Chapter six (Final for now), Life's Too Short

Chapter one , two, three, four, five, <- if you missed it.

Cooper howard/The Ghoul x Lucy Maclean

Post end of season 1

No beta.. I tried to edit ��

Leaving it here from now.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

This is fluffy and a lot of smut. Biting, riding, finger fucking, leaving marks, screaming.. it goes on. V and P. Deviates from canon clearly.

🚨+18 only - MDN🚨

Slow burn is over!

Please be nice this is my first fic in almost a decade 🫣

Will eventually post on AO3 once I can get access... or where suggested 🤷🏻‍♂️ Like please tell me I am old and don't know things anymore.

Getting out of the Deathclaw’s territory proved to be tricky. Particularly with a Brahma, the beast was not really happy about being dragged along. There was also the Deathclaw’s head strapped to it. Making sure it got water and something sort of like food was difficult. It made the traveling slow. By the time they got to the next outpost, Lucy was out of water and Cooper was dangerously low on chems. They had gotten a lot of looks as they walked through the big pieced-together gates. Most went back to whatever they were doing. But some stared. Lucy made sure to keep herself close to the Ghoul. They hadn’t really discussed anything since the warehouse, much too busy trying not to die. But something had changed, the leather-cladded man didn’t scoff when she ran into him. Didn’t mind when she snuggled up to keep warm overnight. The idea of a bed and not being hunted by giant damn monsters sounded amazing.

The head of the Deathclaw that Lucy had blown up hit the front desk of the outpost hotel. Well if you could call the two-story pieced together building that. The small man looked at the head for a moment, then back at the two of them.

“I am guessing you want a room?” He raised his eyebrows at the two, his glasses perched on the end of his nose.

Cooper also grabbed a paper from beside the hotel manager's head and slammed it down beside the head. “Also take the caps for its bounty, and where we could offload a Brahma.”

“Well,” The man looked up over his glasses at Cooper. “The bounty is for the full body of the Deathclaw, and the beast can go to the farm east of the town.”

Cooper leaned closer to the little man. “Want me to ‘ive yah directions to the thing? Or should I walk yah over to the corpse ‘yself?”

The man had tried to lean away from the Ghoul but he had followed him. Making sure his face was within the inches of the man. Lucy bit her lip, something about watching him take charge did-. Well, it made things get hotter in the room.

The man stammered, “Let me get my manager and we will sort your caps.”

Cooper stood up and gestured dismissively at the small man, as he scuttled away. Coop leaned against the desk as Lucy watched the door hand on her pistol. The man came back looking flustered and plopped the bag of caps onto the desk along with the room key. Cooper snatched it up, tipping his hat at the man.

They walked back into the town, Lucy bartered some of her bits and bobs with a merchant getting herself some radaway and a few stimpaks. As well as some better-fitting clothes, and a new poncho. Then she and the Ghoul walked a little ways outside the camp to trade the Brahma. The farm had looked a little flustered but offered to give them a good supply of dried foods and moonshine. They didn’t want to owe Ghoul but a Brahma was something sorely needed. Cooper had accepted the offer as he was not interested in hauling the animal around.

Then they were back in town with all the eyes on them. Cooper had disappeared into a particularly shady spot. Dogmeat standing guard in the dingy alley. She made sure to keep her wits about her. The place wasn’t bustling but it wasn’t quiet either. Women sneered at her muttering about Ghoulfuckers. It made her stomach flip again. Was it that obvious? After being on the road for weeks, being beaten to shit by various creatures. She figured she’d had to have started to blend in a little. She looked around again. A couple more men had walked out to look at her. She moved closer to the alleyway entrance, her finger on the pistol.

“Come on Coop, get the chems.” She muttered her hands mindlessly running over Dogmeats soft fur.

The longer she stood out there the more people she saw looking at her. She licked her lips, they had become permanently chapped at this point. Maybe they'd be callous over time, like the rest of her. The wounds in her back and thigh still ached. The mark on her shoulder had healed, for the most part, but it still aches if she overused it. A hand touched her hip. She jumped hands on her pistol as she turned Cooper’s crooked grin greeting her. Her shoulders sagged as she leaned against him.

“Come on Vualtie, let's go see what accommodations we got.” He guided her back toward the hotel.

***

Coop locked the door behind them as they got into the room. It was more of a closet with a somewhat functional toilet and standing shower. But at least they weren’t hiding from any deathclaws tonight. Maybe some pissed-off townsfolk but they’d take that as they came. Right now his eyes were on her. He had gotten a nice stash of Chems from the backdoor pharmacy, they had water and some decent food. As far as wastelanding went they were better off than most. Dogmeat had already settled into the bathroom closest to the door.

Lucy had placed all their weapons within reach and laid out some food. She had even drunk a good slurp of water, and they could get more too.

“What do you feel like? They said this was mole jerky, but I don’t know how reputable the vendor was. Plus I haven’t seen a mole that wasn’t glowing in a long time.” Lucy rambled, waving the offending jerky in the air.

“Not really feeling like eatin’ food,” Cooper stated licking his lips.

Lucy turned her brows furrowed, she looked up at him. “Oh. Well.” She looked back down at the food and then back up at him. He could see her piecing it together.

“Oh. Oh. Do you mean?” Lucy blushed and looked down at her feet.

“Don’t get bashful on me, killer. You nearly blew me up with a grenade and dragged me across the desert barefoot. Stripped me down to my unmentionable and pulled out a damn piece of bone out of my chest. You don’t get to play coy with me anymore.” He stated plainly as he walked towards her, his hand tilting her chin up so he could look at those big doe eyes.

Lucy licked her lips looking up at him. He didn’t know what she saw in him but whatever it was had her melting in his leathery hands.

He couldn’t fuckin take it anymore his free hand grabbed at her hips pulling her into him. His mouth clashed against hers as he kissed her. Not gentle like the first time, or even the second time. No, this was hungry. The months of being together, watching her move and change. Her lying on the floor of that fuckin warehouse. No, not anymore. He wanted her and he wanted her now. He wanted her more than he had wanted anyone in two centuries.

She started pulling at his duster fingers, shaking as she pushed the leather off of him. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and dragged it up off of her. She untucked his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Hat falling onto the ground behind them. Lucy giggled and snatched the hat placing it onto her head, before leaning back into kissing him. She pushed him down onto the mattress sliding herself onto his lap. He groaned as she ground her hips down onto his crotch. He grabbed her hips rocking up against her, eyes rolling back in her head as she felt him press.

He grabbed one of her breasts in his hand rubbing against the smooth flesh there, fingertips rolling nipples that had Lucy biting her hand trying not to cry out. Cooper batted her hand away.

“No, no, I want everyone to hear you.” He hissed, pulling her down so he could bite at the top of her breast.

A small cry squeaked out as he left an indent on her skin. She ran her hands over his head holding it against her skin. He rolled her so he was on top, leaving a trail of fresh bite marks that had the Vaultie rolling underneath him.

His hands trailing along the edge of her pants, she tried to wiggle free of her pants but he held her firm. Licking and kissing along the top edge. Tomorrow if her shirt rode up everyone would see the marks. He wanted them to see the marks. To know that her screams came from him. He bit hard right below her navel and she bucked

“Oh, Oh, dang it that hurt.” Lucy groaned and pushed his head down.

“Come on darlin’ tell me whatcha want.” Ghoul grabbed at the edge of her pants pulling them slowly down.

“Just-” Her voice cracked.

“Come on. Say it.” He growled, pulling them a little further down. Her hips moving and wiggling trying to get him to take them off.

“I want you to lick me.” She swallowed looking down at him eyes so dark

The man grinned, yanking her pants down. Leaving her underwear on, he pushes his shoulder in between her knees pressing his face against her. Breathing her in, she smells so good.

Lucy lets out gasp her knees pushing against the side of his head as her ankles lock behind his head. His tongue flicked out to go over the thin fabric.

“Come on, tell me. Tell me what you want me to do.”

Lucy let out a few strangled sounds as her hands grasped for purchase. He sucked at the wetness coming out through the underwear.

“Say it.”

“Ohmy, if you-” She choked again as he kept sucking. “Please- ughn- I want to feel your tongue in me please.”

“Good girl,” He grinned using a finger to push the thin fabric aside he leaned in and ran his tongue along her. She tasted so good, he groaned and sucked on her lips. Before sliding his tongue down using his fingers to separate her folds, she was dripping as licked in there. Her fingers gripped the sides of his head, as her back arched up pushing him forward. He moved his hands under her ass, lifting her hips towards his face.

“Oh, don’t stop.” She trembled her body, vibrating as he licked inside of her.

He pulled his head away licking at his tattered lips and sitting back to admire her. Lucy’s legs trembled as he pulled her underwear off, leaning in to nip at her thighs. She cried out as he left a line of marks up where her thigh and hips met.

Lucy pushed herself up, staring at him, her eyes lidded, lips red and swollen. “If you don’t-”

“Don’t what?” Cooper hummed, taking his fingers to run up and down between her lips.

Her eyes rolled and she shuttered,” Torturing me,” Her words were stuttered and hardy formed as a finger sunk into the wetness.

“Not torturing you,” He hushed, “No gulper bait here.”

She gasped as he pushed back and up, hitting a soft spongy spot that made her toes clench.

“Motherfucker,” Lucy gasped as her hips started to push down onto his finger.

The Ghoul leaned forward sucking at her clit as he pushed another finger in slowly. Purposefully dragging it out, making her keen and grabbed at the bed as he scissored and edged her. He watched her for a moment more before he began to a steady pace the wet sounds filling the tiny room. Her hips rolling with him, insides sucking him further in and squeezing tightly.

“That’s it, let it go.” He murmured licking and sucking against her clit.

Her legs began to shake as her fluids gushed forward as his fingers kept going until she was trying to push him away.

—

Lucy was a puddle, and there was actually a puddle under her ass at the moment. The damn man between her legs was going to kill her. Nothing in her very small sexual history had felt like that.

Cooper rested his bald head against her thigh as he lazily made circles around the bruises. Then he was moving before she had time to recuperate, his pants clattering to the floor as he snatched that hat off her head.

“Think this belongs to me, little lady.” He grinned down at her, gold eyes almost black as he pushed his hips forward against her.

Reaching up she pulled him down on top of her, she was so overstimulated but the hard line of his cock against her was making her want more. Damnit if she didn’t want it right now. She rolled her hips up and kissed along his jaw. She could taste herself on him, they tasted so good together.

“Fuck me,” She whispered into his ear taking the lob into her mouth, her hand found away between them fingers running over his hard length.

“Come again,” He grinned and sucked at a new mark along her neck.

Her toes curled as she stroked him, fingers pushing at the slit on top making his hips stuttered forward.

“Fuck me, Cooper,” She said into his ear as her hand tried to get him where she wanted him to be.

He leaned back looking down at her like he had never seen her before, as if he was trying to memorize her features. Then he pushed his way in, and both their mouths opened slightly. The girth made her inside ache as he seated himself as deep as he could go. They stretched a hot fire that made her inside shiver.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful.” He groaned and began to pull out, Lucy immediately wrapped her legs around his hips trying to get him pushed back in.

“Nuh-uh,” He grinned as he grabbed her legs and bent her in half. He slid back out and then slammed himself back in making Lucy see stars as he bottomed out. “I am in control here.”

Each word was punctuated with a snap of his hips, Lucy felt like her brain had gone foggy, her mouth hanging open as she pushed back against him. His pace started to increase as he held onto her hips bouncing off of her hips, her breast bouncing. She let her fingers grab at her nipples pulling at them, how was she so close already? Heat spills into her stomach as another orgasm builds up again.

“I am gonna-”

He pulled himself out, making her scrambled to try and get him back. The Ghoul placed one large hand on her stomach holding Lucy in place. Cooper grinned from under his hat the tip of his penis sitting right at the entrance.

“Told you, Princess. I am in control.”

Lucy growled fighting herself up from under him rolling so that she was on top of him. She grabbed his cock without a second thought and pushed it back in.

“Oh, oh yes,” Lucy groaned, tipping her head back as she started to move her hips in circles. His hands grabbing at her breast, squeezing, started to move his hips up against her. She tucked her legs a little, hands on his scared stomach pushing herself up and ridding him as he fucked her.

The heat built as the man’s fingers rubbed at her clit. There was no stopping it now heat uncoiling as her hips moved wet making his dick slip in and out with slick wet sounds. Lucy’s voice came in as she called out his name, her second orgasm making her tremble and bite her lip hard enough that she felt blood.

Cooper took the opportunity to roll them again, one hand grabbing both of hers and pinning her to the bed. He bit onto her collarbone hard enough to make her wonder if he was going to take a chunk out of her. His hips snapped so quickly as his other hand held her hips close, his eyes rolling close as his own pleasure slipped deep into her. Hips stuttered from overstimulation in jerky motions till he stilled. The Ghoul let go of his bite, a deep mark blooming, his head resting over her pounding heart. His tongue licked out over his lips.

Then he was up, Lucy groaned. Trying to get him to come back, she watched as he walked over to his saddle bag. Muscled body moving swiftly as it dug around for something. She sighed staring up at the ceiling. Her body hurt in many different ways. The marks would be visible for days. Lucy’s fingers came up and felt at the one on her collarbone, clear indents where his teeth had sunk in. Her face flushed realizing that everyone would be able to see that.

The bed dipped and Cooper handed her a bottle, the label was barely readable ‘Rad-x’. Reaching across he also grabbed the flask with water.

“Take two,” He said firmly before getting up again despite her small whines of annoyance.

She looked the bottle over and uncapped it, taking out two of the pills. They smelled awful, not nearly as awful as some of the bugs she’d eaten. She popped both in and swallowed, they burnt a little but it could have been worse. Sighing she stared at the ceiling, it was stained. Lucy rubbed her face as Cooper came back in with a towel.

His hand grabbed her ankle and he dragged her to the edge of the bed. She squeaked as he spread her legs and started to clean her. Biting her lip she watched as he carefully wiped her down. Leaning in to kiss the bruises before he tossed the rag into a corner.

“Thank you,” She giggled, reaching for him, he climbed in dragging her to his chest.

“Anything for you. Life's too short."

I may come back to this, I haven't decided yet. But I like it where it is fo now.

Let me know! Thanks for reading. More to come <3

#cooper howard x lucy maclean #cooper x lucy #fallout #fanfic #the ghoul #ghoulcy #fallout tv #vaultghoul

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stardeer-valley · 5 months ago

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Winter 18, Year 1

When Beep disappeared for two days, the Adventurer's Guild member keeping Robin company reported it to Marlon. When Marlon heard, and that this happened after townsfolk entered the peryton's den and replaced it's nest, he became increasingly worried. This was an abnormal creature amongst an already rare monster species. The sudden disappearance of an anomaly was concerning. Despite being informed the new nest had been slept in, he wasn't entirely sure that meant Beep had been the one to use it. When he arrived, there was no indication Beep had noticed. Previous times, the peryton had met him near the farm house, or was clearly visible walking towards him. (He'd seen the peryton stalking prey before, and he was only able to due to decades as a monster hunter.) When he pushed open the farmhouse door and saw Beep sleeping in the nest, he backed out instantly for fear of disturbing him, but instinct had him on alert. The fire was out and Beep hadn't moved. Keeping an arm out just in case this went poorly, Marlon entered the beasts den, and gently kicked the side of the nest. No movement. He snapped his finger near the peryton's ear. It twitched on the third snap. Something was wrong. Beep only began to rouse when Marlon began to roll Beep from his side onto his belly, head trembling as he lifted it. When next Beep opened his eyes, he was laying on a bed in a bright room. This had been beyond Marlon's ability, and Harvey had medical training. While Beep would be fine after some rest and rehydration, having a doctor look him over brought attention to something Beep had hoped would be overlooked with his antler glamour. When Marlon and Harvey came back to check on him, Harvey started using the wrong words to describe him. Each time, Beep's hackles raised just a bit higher, despite being exhausted. Of course since he had been asleep when he was brought here, he didn't have his antlers with him, which didn't help his feeling of wrongness. It was when Harvey called him a 'doe', that Beep actually lunged (half-heartedly) and bared his teeth. Harvey backed away fully, but Marlon held his hand out towards the peryton. Beep sniffed his hand, then licked his lips much like a stressed wolf, settling back down. When Harvey referred to Beep incorrectly again and got a repeated reaction, Marlon had to explain that despite his lack of natural antlers (and other things), Beep was a buck. He was no threat to the townsfolk as far as the Adventurer Guild had determined. So long as Marlon stayed, Harvey would treat Beep's dehydration and make sure he recovered quickly. Also having a wild animal that he learned was actually a monster (and sworn to secrecy for the town's peace of mind) in his office wasn't something he wanted to have long-term, so the sooner Beep left, the sooner Harvey could clean up all the deer fur. While waiting for the saline drip to do it's thing, Beep laid on the clinic bed. Perhaps trying to cast a complicated spell on barely any sleep, and after forgetting to eat and drink for a couple days, wasn't the best idea. He would've been fine on his own, but Marlon helping him (and standing up for him) helped speed things along. Beep would have to be more careful in the future before doing any big spells again. ———

#stardew valley #stardew valley expanded #stardew valley au #stardeer valley #yamcha pose #peryton

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emily-mooon · 1 year ago

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Imagine if Stacey and Neil actually met in high school except they didn’t go to the same school: they met through Kid Chameleon.

One night, Scott brings Stacey to one of their shows and it just so happens that Stephanie (or Steph) brought Neil with her.

Since they were both the youngest people there (Neil’s 17, Stacey’s 16 till December), they decided to talk to each other and they hit it off.

Stacey also develops a bit of a crush on Neil and would always ask Scott if Steph was going to bring her brother with her again, as she wanted to see him and didn’t know if there was another way.

Then one morning, she discovers that they take the same TTC bus and from then on they talk before and after school and become sorta friends. At this point, Neil also starts developing a crush on her.

Things stayed like that for about two months until Neil and his mom moved places (as I agree with the headcanon that the Nordegraf siblings have divorced parents) so they would no longer take the same bus in the morning or after school. They still have Kid Chameleon shows to meet up and talk at right? Ha ha wrong cause at New Years, the famous break up between Scott and Envy happens which in turn, also breaks up the band.

That whole break up was the nail in the coffin that strained Neil and Stacey’s kinda friendship. They didn’t have the others phone number cause they were both too shy to ask and also cause they both kept forgetting.

There also wasn’t a whole ton of opportunities to ask either of their siblings for their phone numbers so they just gave up and went on with their lives.

But then why didn’t they recognize the other in the like three times there were in the same room together? Easy answer: Stacey was distracted by everything around her to even notice Neil, who in turn, was slowly disappearing into the crowd and fully did by the time it was Lisa’s going away dinner.

So when they see each other again properly at the Chaos Theater, something clicks and they fall back into where they once were two years ago. To them it felt like a decade, but no it was just two years. They catch up on what they missed in the others lives on the walk home.

After that these dorks start dating cause the feelings were still there, just buried deep, left dormant, and forgotten. They came back but slightly different as people change.

#and that’s it!#this idea has been cooking for a little bit btw #i am an au fiend and this gets added to my long list #I have another idea where neil lives on the east coast with his mom but spent Christmas with his dad and Stephanie #he also says he’ll come visit Stacey during March break but since kid chameleon broke up after Scott and envy broke up #he didn’t get to (also cause he went on a trip with his mom instead)#the drama is there but I think I’m the only person who headcanons that Neil has family on the east coast sooooo #or hey how about he moves there with his mom since she wanted to be closer to her family #that’s another alternative #anyways try to pry this au headcanon from my cold dead hands #i love it sm #apologies if some things sound cliche deep down I’m a romantic at heart and I’m such a sucker for ppl meeting again after not seeing the #other for awhile #also sorry for any spelling mistakes it’s late at night and I should go to bed now so gn!#scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim comic #young neil #neil nordegraf #stacey pilgrim #nordegrim #emilys headcanons #emilys long list of aus #i guess this counts as canon divergent too #long post #cause it is kinda long ngl

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oumaheroes · 1 year ago

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Congrats for the 1000 followers! :D You and your fics are such a blessing to this fandom

If I'm not mistaken, one of your answers said about the brit bros getting drunk and ends up in Wales' garden but Wales himself nowhere to be seen? O.o My mind went to that news about a drunk Welshman swimming across the hoover dam (I know it happened in the U.S but still) and your answer makes me very curious. Where he disappeared to? To the comfort of his own room or is he outside doing God-knows-what? I need some answers, please.

Thank you so much, @notnobleone! And I did say that, you're right! They go out drinking, Ireland ends up passed out in Wales' garden bushes, England's missing his shoes or something sat stupid on the doorstep, and Scotland's been trying to drunkenly unpick the door all night long. And Wales, the homeowner?

Wales is nowhere to be seen

And you know what? I spent hours looking for that post to link this to and I CANNOT find it; your memory is incredible! I don't even know how far back I wrote that!

Here are the answers you seek, just for you and your lovely brain ❤️

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Jail Break

Wales emerged into the Police Station waiting room behind a very stern looking young constable, overdressed for the weather in a long-sleeve t-shirt and jeans. The constable looked away when Wales tried to smile at him in thanks, his mouth a disapproving hard line before he began to read him his exit procedure.

Wales was mostly presentable looking from his brief stay in the cells, despite wearing only last night’s clothes, and the only real sign that anything was amiss was that he was alarmingly more rumpled that Belgium had had reason to see him in years- hair all angles, dark circles under his eyes, and a curious amount mud around his hems.

He smiled at her once he caught her eye, giving her a small nod, ‘Hello, Marie.’

‘Rhys.’ Belgium smiled to the constable as Wales came closer and motioned with her arm towards the door, ‘After you.’

‘No forms to fill out?’

‘Already done.’

‘You’re a treasure.’

Belgium smiled, ‘I know.’

Outside, Wales blinking gritty eyes in the bright midday sunshine, Belgium took the arm he offered her and began to lead him forwards through to the centre of Brussels.

‘I’m so sorry about this.’

‘Don’t be.’ She squeezed his arm, ‘Was exciting. I’ve not been woken up by a call from the police in a good few decades.’

‘Francis?’

‘Lars.’

Wales raised his eyebrows but didn’t enquire further, ‘Were you asleep?’

‘Most people are at six in the morning.’

‘Six.' Wales rubbed his eyes, ‘Lord. I don’t even remember twelve in the morning. I'm surprised I remembered your land-line number.'

'You didn't. The police picked you up stumbling about outside the train station. You told them my name and I'm known enough by a few authority figures for them to make the connection.'

Wales held a hand over his eyes and sighed something in Welsh that sounded offensive. 'I won't ask you to keep that between us; it's too good not to share.'

Belgium watched him run his tongue across his lips, looking sheepish and uncomfortable, for long enough to make the early wake up worth it, and then took pity on him. She dug about in her handbag and handed him a fresh bottle of water. ‘Here.’

‘Ta.’ He took a long drink. 'You'd think I'd learn by now not to mix hops and grapes.'

‘I wanted to come and get you earlier,' Belgium told him, 'but there was some hassle with border control. They were a bit concerned that you’d managed to get through border control without a passport and it took a while to get them to drop it.’

Wales capped the bottle and shook his head helplessly. ‘I can’t tell you how. Didn't even have one when out.’

‘Yes, I thought that. Why would you ever carry a one at all.'

They fell silent as they came to a crowded crossing. The press of human bodies that close was a bit too warm even for Belgium in her summer dress and sunhat. She could only imagine how Wales felt, dressed for a presumably Welsh summer evening and legs stuck in thick denim.

‘Where are we going?’ Wales asked as they began moving again, across the road and then down a cobbled side street further into the heart of the historical part of town.

‘Home.’

‘Oh no,’ Wales looked horrified, ‘No love, you don’t have to do that. I’ll take myself home; get out of your hair.’

‘No offense, but you do need a bath-‘ Wales winced, ‘and I’d rather you leave my lands in decent condition, at least. Despite the inelegant arrival.’

Wales laughed awkwardly, ‘That’s fair enough.’

‘So, come on then.’ Belgium tugged his arm again, ‘Tell me. Consider it payment,’ she said as Wales made a face, ‘For breaking you out of jail.’

‘Like a hoodlum.’

Wales let out a breath of air, ‘I do wish I could tell you. I’m not sure what happened, honestly. We were-‘

‘-out in Cardiff?’

‘Bristol.’

‘Oh.’

‘We all took trains there; none of us could have driven home again, of course. I remember being in a pub and then-‘ Wales waved a hand, ‘bit and pieces in between. I remember the train seats, oddly enough, because they looked like the material of one of Alisdair’s shirts, you know those really ugly ones that he has-‘

‘Oh I love those. The terrible retro 80’s ones.’

‘Hideous things, absolute disgrace. But anyway, I remember the chairs, and I remember being at a station. I think Patrick was there, or maybe all of them were...’

He trailed off, thoughtful, ‘Actually, now that I think about it, I think Patrick put me on the train. He told me the platform and was there when I went through the gate, at least. How the fuck I didn’t realise I was going to London, I’ll never know. Then the Eurostar? Maybe night ferry? I would have had to have got the Tube to get that line, somehow, and I couldn’t have been in any fit state to-‘

He stopped, cheeks pinking.

‘Why were you in Bristol?’ Belgium asked, taking pity on him.

‘Arthur’s turn to pick the place we went. Bastard chose the nearest city to my house though, presumably knowing that I’d host rather than us needing to get a hotel or travel far back again.’

‘I’m surprised you let him.’

‘He said London’s too expensive.’

‘Still.’

Wales shrugged, ‘It is too expensive.’

Down another street, the smell of chocolate shops with their wide open doors and windows making the heavy air sickly. Wales took another sip of water. ‘So, Bristol it was.'

'And they just left you alone.'

'I'm starting to think it was more a planned abandonment.'

It took Belgium a considerable amount determination not to show her amusement openly. 'I'm sure they didn't know you'd end up in Brussels.'

'No,' Wales acknowledged gracefully with a rueful smile, 'That little mess is all my own.'

'I'd say safely making your way through several different transport methods and customs to illegally slip into the European Union is a decent achievement. I really hope you remember how you did it, the government won't like that gap sitting about.'

'I'm very sure I couldn't have done it any way other than by being far too drunk for sense. And maybe with a dash of fraternal vendetta.'

Belgium laughed, 'Well. Lucky you because now you can spend your day here with me instead of waking up with them.'

'Lucky me too,' Wales patted his pocket with a grin, 'Because I've still got my house keys with me.'

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AN: This fic was written in honour of the many Brits who get drunk and end up wandering about in Europe with no memory of how they got there, like Switzerland, Spain, the Netherlands, France... it's common

#aph wales #hws wales #aph belgium #hws belgium #hetalia #hws #aph #heroes writes #heroes treasures

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Day 31- midnight, jegulus... I went a bit overboard with this one... 2051 words. IN MY DEFENCE IT'S THE FINAL ONE AND IF YOU READ MY AO3 NOTE YOU'LL SEE WHY

Regulus wasn’t a very social person, he didn’t like interacting with others, he didn’t like the overwhelming chaos that came with trying to follow 15 people talking and he especially despises trying his hardest to fit in with the people around him and still feeling like a total outcast.

Despite this, he had foolishly allowed himself to be dragged to James Potter’s New Year's Eve party by his friends. This had been an awful, awful decision and he had regretted it the second he walked through the door.

The music was too loud, pounding around his head like it was beating his brain from the inside, the smell of alcohol was overwhelming and the crowds of people pushing on him from every side made him feel violently ill, he had wanted to turn around and walk right back out the front door, but Barty and Dorcas had taken an arm each and dragged him to a table overflowing with all sorts of drinks and handed him a concoction he wasn’t sure was safe to drink.

This was fine, okay, he could manage a couple hours here as long as his friends stuck by him, the dull numbness of the alcohol making it bearable to be in this room. He was promptly abandoned by said friends and he was trying desperately hard not to be mad at them about it.

Dorcas was across the room talking animatedly to her girlfriend and a few mutual friends that Regulus could’ve gone over to but didn’t want to intrude, he would’ve felt out of place and he didn’t want to ruin their night. Pandora was dancing peculiarly with her boyfriend in the middle of an open area that had been turned into a makeshift dancefloor and Evan and Barty were making out on a sofa so intimately that Regulus wished they would just find a room already.

Regulus stood on his own, nursing the cup of a disgusting amount of mixed drinks and trying his hardest not to scream and punch the next person who stumbled into him in the face.

He spoke to a few people here and there, catching up with someone he hadn’t seen in a while, exchanging pleasantries and laughing about something from their time at school, it had only been a year and a half since they left Hogwarts but it felt like a decade had passed already.

This hadn’t even been a possibility for the past hour? 3 hours? Regulus had lost track of time, everything seemed to be dragging out, torturing him. He was beginning to wonder if he had died and if this was his personal hell. Anyway, the point is he hadn’t even had anyone to talk to because everyone had become so intoxicated it was a slurring, mumbling mess that Regulus couldn’t even try to have a conversation with because they were so out of it.

He had finally managed to escape, hiding in an annexe in the spacious library of Potter Manor. The room was Regulus’ favourite, he had come in here for the first time when he was 16 years old and first ran away from home, trying to find a place where he wouldn’t be bothered by his brother or James.

The library had been his safe haven. Tall shelves lined the walls and created aisles across the room, what must have been thousands of books towering over his head. The ceiling was a mural, delicate drawings that must have taken months to paint, angels stretching out above him reaching for the stars. There were large windows that went from the floor to the ceiling, looking out over the extensive grounds, a fountain with a statue in its centre lining up in the middle of the gravel directly outside

Inside there were several annexes, like the one Regulus was holed up in now, hidden in the shelves, a comfortable curved seat and a string of warm lights creating a little space to curl up with a book and disappear for a while. Regulus had used it to hide then and used it to hide now.

He had, however, never been very good at hiding from James Potter. James had a unique knack of finding Regulus no matter where he went or how hidden he seemed to be, it didn’t matter if he was in the darkest, most remote corner of the world, James would be able to find him.

So it wasn’t exactly a surprise to Regulus when he heard the heavy wooden doors to the library creak open and a set of footsteps start walking immediately to the annexe he was hidden in.

“Found you,” James whispered teasingly, ducking into the annexe, sitting on the other end of the deep green sofa, his body turned to face Regulus with his feet on the seat between them, knees pulled up to his chest and his head resting on top.

“I don’t think the host is supposed to disappear from the party,” Regulus looks up from his book momentarily, raising an eyebrow as he looks at James, trying to work out why he’s up here with him instead of down enjoying the night with people that are more fun. James shrugs and Regulus can see the cogs turning in his head as he tries to think of an excuse.

“It’s the host’s job to make sure everybody is having a good time,” Regulus closes his eyes at James’ response, ignoring the twinge in his chest as the words settle around his heart.

“I’m not your responsibility, go back to the party,” he doesn’t want to ruin this for James. Regulus doesn’t want to be a burden causing James to abandon his own party to come and sit with him in a quiet corner of the house when he hosted this party to enjoy himself.

“No, you’re not, but I prefer hanging out with you anyway,” James responds without a second thought, looking at Regulus with that stupid grin on his face.

“Yeah sure,” Regulus scoffs, turning the page on his book but trying to sneak a glance at James’ expression out of the corner of his eye. James frowns slightly, not liking the fact that Regulus doesn’t believe him and shuffles forward slightly.

“I do, why would I not?” James asks like it isn’t obvious, and it’s so oblivious and innocent that it makes Regulus laugh.

“You hosted this busy, loud party that I got dragged to and then ran away from to hide in your library and read a book, there’s a big difference in how we like to spend our time,”

“Well, yeah, the party’s fun and all and I like making it so people can have fun but I still prefer you over all of them,” James says like his words have no effect on those around him like he can say these things and people won’t be affected by the meaning behind his words.

“You don’t have to come up here and try to make me feel better, it only makes me feel worse.” Regulus really just wants James to go, he’s probably drunk and doesn’t really know what he’s saying and this is only going to hurt.

“Why won’t you believe me?” James exclaims, waving his arms out to the side in frustration and Regulus gulps harshly, he’s managed to piss James off already and it’s only been a few minutes. He doesn’t know why he’s like this, he can’t help it, there is just something fundamentally wrong with him that causes him to always say and do the wrong thing.

“Sorry,” James whispers into the now awkward silence between them, his arms tucked into his chest tightly as if he’s keeping them as far away as possible. “I’m not mad at you I just don’t understand,”

“It’s okay,” Regulus closes his book, feeling like the moment calls for it and places it on the side table. “I don’t understand either,”

“I want you to believe me, Reg, but I don’t know how to make that happen,” Regulus turns to face James, mirroring his position on the sofa, shrugging at James as he tries to find the words.

“I don’t think you can,” Regulus wonders if James can hear his heart shattering as he utters the words into the quiet, the noise seeming to echo in the open room, taunting him as it repeats back to him over and over.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” James smiles, trying to lighten the mood, but his smile isn’t as bright as it usually is and Regulus is hit with another wave of guilt.

“You don’t have to do that,” Regulus goes to protest more but James cuts him off,

“I want to, and I’ll keep telling you I want to until you believe me, and even then I’ll still repeat it to make sure you never doubt it,” And the worst part is, Regulus wants to believe him, he really does but theres something that makes it impossible,

“You don’t know me, If you did you wouldn’t be saying any of this,” James scoffs and shoots Regulus an incredulous look,

“Reg, I know you,”

“You don’t-” Regulus is cut off again and he would be offended if the words coming out of James’ mouth weren’t so eye-opening

“Yes, I do,” James starts rambling, looking Regulus right in the eye, barely even blinking to try and show Regulus that he’s telling the truth. “I know you Regulus. I know you always read the last page of a book before you start it, I know you secretly love it when your friends throw their arms over your shoulders, I know your favourite chocolates are the same as Dorcas' so you pretend not to like them, so, she has them. I know you let Pandora think she's gotten away with stealing your jumpers without you noticing, I know you secretly want people to call you baby black because it makes you feel closer to Sirius. I know you love it when your book group wants to gossip instead of talk about the book. I know you Regulus, from how you take your coffee in the morning to your biggest hopes for the future, and I love you”

James takes a deep breath, letting his words hang between them, giving Regulus the chance to process and really take in what he said. Regulus blinks back the tears in his eyes and tries to keep his voice steady as he responds.

“Okay,” He breaths out shakily, failing to hide his tears from James, who leans forward and wipes them away by brushing his thumb gently over Regulus’ cheek, “Okay, I believe you,”

James beams and it's back to the bright, blinding smile Regulus is used to, the one that lights up a room and really shows just how happy James is. Regulus can’t help but smile back softly despite the tears still escaping his eyes.

“You believe me?” James checks and he laughs in a way that feels like liquid joy pouring over the two of them when Regulus nods to confirm.

“You love me?” Regulus questions, wanting to clarify if James meant it the way Regulus took it, being prepared to smile through the agony of James saying he loves him the same way he loves everyone he’s close to,

“I do,” James answers like they’re getting married like he’s telling the world he wants Regulus to be his forever. To James, he is telling his world that he wants to be with him forever. “Do you believe me?”

“I do,” Regulus responds, trying to express the same emotion but unable to force the words out, they stick in his throat like sickening syrup, clogging his airway and choking him. He loves James, but he can’t tell him that, he doesn’t know how to.

“Can I kiss you?” James asks, his gaze darting from Regulus’ eyes to his lips, his gaze lingering as he watches Regulus’ mouth move to respond,

“Please,” James kisses him the second he’s sure of the confirmation that that's what Regulus wants too, crashing their lips together as the windows light up in an array of colourful explosions.

Regulus has never really liked the saying ‘new year, new me’ but as the clock hits midnight, and the fireworks explode in an array of sparkling light, James Potter kisses him, and he finally understands what they mean and how much a person can change in the span on one kiss.

#christmas #marauders era #christmas writing challenge #regulus black #jegulus #james x regulus #dorcas meadowes #marauders #james potter #james is a simp #regulus and james #new years #happy new year #new years eve #new year new me #regulus is me i am him

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