#Danhausen fic

[daddyhausen]

NSFW hcs for Danhausen possibly? He doesn't get enough love

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 DANHAUSEN MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — nsfw headcannons w/ danhausen

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], mentions of voyerism, cnc, dubcon, somnophilia, breeding, cumplay, submissive!danhausen

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 336

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x danhausen

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 TAGLIST 」 — @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @bayleymania @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @legit9thlunaticwarrior @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @harmshake

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he’s a little freak. 

a fucking weirdo.

he’s a voyer 

enjoys watching you masturbate 

usually from inside the closet or listening in while you’re in the shower 

always when your unsuspecting of him and at your most vulnerable 

he can’t help but pleasure himself to the sounds of your whimpers and moans 

especially knowing that you have no idea he’s watching 

sex was awkward with him at first

trying to make sense of his little quirks and kinks 

poor thing had been so touched starved that he busts so quickly

you find it endearing 

he’s so embarrassed for the first few months that he results to fucking you while you sleep 

he’ll stand over your bed 

jerking himself off as he paints your pretty sleeping face with his cum 

he becomes increasingly more animalistic the more desperate he gets 

groping you in your sleep, starting at your breasts, moving down to your hips and ass

he’ll even stick his cock in you mouth, using your throat while your sleepily choke around his length.

always leaving your cunt full of cum so you have a little suprise to wake up to. 

he’s just so fucking weird

he steals your panties and jerks off into them regularly 

he’s just so obsessed with you

just thinking about you gets him so hard it’s quite pathetic 

he rather enjoys when you chastise him 

mocking him, dominating him 

he loves it especially when you bounce on his cock, pinning him under you, milking his cock while he just lays there and takes it

is incredibly submissive 

will bend and break to your every whim in the bedroom 

he’s so needy, something he’ll even start grinding against your ass or you thigh in public, just desperately trying gain some friction against his aching cock 

he’s rough and quick when he fucks 

only because he so desperate for you touch he can’t control himself. 

he cums so much from lack of proper touch,

he cums a lot more when you jerk him off 

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[cosmiicwh0re]

i drew this moment from hookhausentrash’s collection of hookhausen drabbles! (im not new to tumblr but i do not know how to link stuff please bear with me)

[marasamoon]

[stupidmarkzone]

he beats me

[morel-marcel]

I AM OBSESSED over @aerodaltonimperial and @perhapswhoknowsvamp fic "the price i'd pay for you" 😍😍😍

A small fanart for you darlings, thank you for this amazing food ❤

[sequentialprophet]

Smut prompt, hookhausen: “Shh, just a little more…” 

You can have a little Evilhausen, as a treat 😘

"Shh, just a little more," a voice croons in his ear.

It's dark, so hot, Hook can't untangle himself from the blankets, from the heat and the skin pressed against him, isn't really trying all that hard.

He pants, eyes trying to blink open but they keep slipping shut, a hot mouth on his neck, nipping, nipping, something frustratingly familiar.

There's a leg hooking over his hip, easing him onto his back, making his spine arch up into the skimming hands, not enough pressure, not enough of what he wants.

"Shhh," the voice croons again, against his cheekbone, feather light, against his closed eyelids.

Hook realises he's making noises, little begging gasps, needy in the quiet. He wants so badly that he can't contain them behind his teeth, swept tight under his skin where he keeps all his other desperate squirming longings.

A mouth brushes his, makes a sweet cooing noise onto his tongue when he parts his lips, begging and begging and still not receiving. He can't form words as fingertips trail his chest, the ridges of his ribs.

"Please," he manages, strangled, barely a word.

Please touch me, he pleads, in his mind where it's safe. Please see me. Please make me yours.

The mouth presses kisses to his face, sweet on the surface, but Hook is always paying attention and he can feel the bite behind them, the urgent sprawling desire. Dangerous. It makes him grip the body on top of him, legs clinging, keeping them close. He wants that voracious need.

Hips press into his, friction driving him almost out of his body, lightning flash arousal. Something laughs in the dark, lips press to the centre of his chest, fingertips trailing the inside of his thighs, higher, making his toes curl.

Hook can hear thunder, rhythmic, booming and that … isn't right? He shakes his head, fuzzy.

"Stay," something croons into his throat, so familiar, and Hook tips his chin, helpless, letting a tongue trace the skin and ….

The thunder distracts him. Too rhythmic to be thunder. It sounds like something he has to heed.

His eyes pop open, body rigid, aching with arousal and the faintest trace of touch. Hook lies still, chest heaving, something banging at the door.

The hotel door. Someone banging at his door.

He shakily pulls himself from the blankets and staggers to the noise, yanking the door open and immediately cringing at the light from the hallway, Danhausen framed like a shadow against the brightness.

Hook almost reaches for him.

"D?" he manages.

"Yes yes, it is Danhausen," Danhausen says, shoving past Hook and into the room like the last time they spoke was yesterday and not months ago.

Hook shudders at the touch, shoves down all the residual want and shuts the door.

When he turns, Danhausen is on his knees, peering under the hotel bed.

"D?"

"Sorry sorry," Danhausen says, getting up, not looking at Hook. "Danhausen… lost something."

Hook follows as Danhausen pulls open the closet and disappears inside, rummaging through Hook's scant clothing, before re-emerging.

For some reason, the thought of Danhausen touching Hook's things sends a hot shivering rush through his skin. He's still hard.

Danhausen appears from where he was inspecting Hook's bathroom and looks around, eyes darting. He still won't look at Hook, but Hook notices he won't look at the bed either.

"D," Hook says, low like a secret.

Danhausen startles, looks back at him, the streetlight coming in through a crack in the drapes making his eyes shine in a way that sends a shock up Hook's spine. He's the stillest Hook has ever seen him.

Hook takes a tiny step closer.

"What are you looking for?"

[homoeroticgrappling]

i need to re-watch rhps. I can see danhausen and lulu dressing up for a showing, it'd be amazing.

If I think about Danhausen dressing up rocky horror style I will simply perish tbh (I have thought about it before but even the times he wrestled in fishnets make me feel like I'm fighting for my LIFE)

It's always a good time to get dressed up and rewatch rhps! Alone, with friends, in a group call, put on some fun sexy clothes and have a good time

[ur-fav-alien]

No one find out.

Orange Cassidy x Danhausen fic! mentions of hookhausen, cheating and kissing woah!! Danhausen finds himself alone with Orange, which is perhaps the worst thing he could've let happen, especially with Hook nowhere near.

The hotel door closed, Danhausen and Orange were now left alone. Chuck and Trent had left to go get their food from some Italian restaurant, and Kris was in the room over. 

They were alone. 

This shouldn’t have been as nerve-wracking as it was for Danhausen. They were on opposite beds, looking in every other direction, no words were even falling from their lips. There was nothing Danhausen had to be worried about. 

But of course he was. 

Danhausen felt awful for being nervous. He always knew that if he thought he was going to cheat on a partner; he shouldn’t have been with that partner. 

Hook wasn’t here, he never stayed with the Best Friends. Danhausen could’ve gone to stay with him in some luxury suite, have robes wrapped around his body, and get fed grapes, but Danhausen stuck with his friends. This was probably a terrible decision, especially since a gaze in Orange Cassidy’s eyes influenced it. 

Danhausen was sure that being in some hotel suite definitely gave you an advantage when you wanted to ignore the tension between you and your best friend. 

It’s not like he would ever know. It’s not like he did know. 

It was one time, when they were on a break, and Danhausen was feeling especially low on his luck. In his defense, Hook had done it too—with Jack Perry, of all people. And! At least Danhausen waited a while; the day that they started their break, Hook was off with Jack in some seedy club down the street. Danhausen only knew that because a friend of theirs had seen. 

Danhausen found out officially a couple of days later when he saw the two of them kissing in the locker room. He couldn’t get mad. They were on a break. 

Now they weren’t, and Hook could get mad if he wanted to. 

But god… it’s not like he would know, right? 

There was always something between him and Orange. The two of them had met years before at a wrestling event that surely every wrestling fan had forgotten about by now—neither of them had forgotten it, though. Danhausen had reunited back with Orange when he entered AEW. Since then, they had been inseparable. They slept in the same hotel beds, still did sometimes. They’d save each other from people who wanted to do them harm. Orange had been the one advocating for Danhausen to be in the best friends’ group. Orange was his wingman when he started crushing on Hook, and he was also the one to make him feel better when Hook had broken his heart. 

Had he been a little weird and Hook and him got back together? Yeah, but he was also dealing with every wrestler in every promotion, wanting his title. Danhausen was sure he was looking too deep into things. He shouldn’t have been worried about anything, considering Orange and Hook were teaming up on some matches.

Orange’s lips were then on his. 

Danhausen hadn’t even felt the man get onto the bed he was on, but his lips were on his and he could feel the soft press of his beard against Danhausen’s paint-less face. His body was immediately a million degrees. 

Danhausen pushed him back, both of them breathing hard for very different reasons. 

“What?” was all that Danhausen could let out. He wanted to curl into the back of his skull and never think about this again. 

Orange straddled him, with his legs pressing against Danhausen’s thighs, and his hands pressed against the headboard of the bed they were on. Their faces were so close together Danhausen couldn’t think straight—it wasn’t like he could ever think near Orange. 

“What?” Orange repeated for a different reason. 

Danhausen couldn’t get any of the words out. He could feel their outlines pressing against his throat. “We can’t.” He whimpered out as Orange’s hands caressed his face. 

“Why not?” 

His hands had found Orange’s thighs. It all felt so right—but it was all so wrong. Danhausen was aware of this. There were alarms ringing off in his brain—He could see Hook. 

He felt the air get pulled out of his lungs as his hands traced the outline of Orange’s body, moving up his torso. He couldn’t believe how this was happening—how Orange had chosen him before anyone else. His hands settled on the man’s forearms, squeezing ever so gently to feel the muscle around his fingertips. 

Orange’s face looked so gorgeous in this warm hotel lighting. The parted lips, red face—Danhausen couldn’t help but pull him in. 

Their kiss lasted forever. Danhausen kept wanting more—but he forced himself to stay put. If they did anything more, it would’ve crossed the line, not that they hadn’t already crossed the line months ago. 

Kissing was fine. It meant nothing really—people kiss all the time and nothing happens. That’s what was going on: nothing. 

Danhausen continued to press against Orange’s face, hoping that neither of them would need air because all they needed was each other. It was awful; it was evil; it was the worst thing that Danhausen had done and he just needed more. 

There were a million thoughts swimming through his mind, all of them convincing him that they really needed to do this more. Maybe Hook wouldn’t be so heartbroken if Danhausen left, he was sure he’d understand—especially if he never found out. 

The click of their door opening interrupted Danhausen’s thoughts, and his heartbeat began beating at a million miles per second. Hiding the fact that they were making out was no difficult feat, as Orange was sitting next to Danhausen on his phone in a second. 

Danhausen could only stare at the wall in front of him in shock, not understanding how quickly the man had moved to his side. He was sure that it was just some illusion and several minutes had passed to cope with the fact that the two of them had just gotten caught. 

That theory of his dismantled right before his eyes when Trent and Chuck walked through the door with a couple of brown bags of takeout food. Danhausen could not process what had happened. 

Trent smiled at the two as he put the food down. “Orange, you gonna sleep with him tonight?” 

The demon sat frozen in shock, unable to even imagine the dumbfounded expression on his face. He looked over at Orange, who appeared as unamused as usual. 

He shrugged his shoulders carelessly. “Sure.” he replied, as if it was the most mundane thing in the world. 

Danhausen’s heart was pounding in his head. 

God, he just hoped no one would find out.

[voldiebuns]

When the Adrenaline Fades by reeby10 Word Count: 179 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Donovan Danhausen Additional Tags: Serious Injuries, Canon Compliant, POV Donovan Danhausen, Angst, 3 Sentence Fiction Summary: Danhausen doesn't realize at first that he's actually injured.

[tache-noire]

normally i am fully against showing fanfic to the people in it but i think tony khan needs to see the fic where he has a little 2 inch cock and punk takes pics of it and sends it to everyone cause that man does NOT understand the meaning of the word sickos

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER 2023/2024」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — its not everyday you get kidnapped by a demon

「 WARNINGS 」 — smut, 18 +, [ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ],  kidnapping, restraints, sensory deprivation, gagging, blindfold, drugging, somnophilia, dubcon, rough sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, internal cumshot, vaginal creampie, male orgasm

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 980

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x danhausen

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 TAGLIST 」 — @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @mjfass @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @janetreader @bonehead-playz @legit9thlunaticwarrior @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @harmshake @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @selena-tyler-564 @alyyaanna @nightmare-freakin-viper @nev-danielgarciawife @teenagedramaqueenlisa @them4lice

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brisk cool air billows through shattered glass against your skin, all numb and frozen, naked and chapped. 

springs from a the thin mattress below you dig into your back, pricking and prodding the flesh

wrists bound with rope, or is it cord? you cannot tell, the ache, the material digging into your wrists hurts all the same.

and the taste, plastic. forcing your scared whimpers back down your throat.

even with your eyes obscured and mobility limited, your limbs flail and stretch in a desperate attempt for freedom

although you could not see, your vision grew foggy, not with tiredness, you’re body courses with too much adrenaline you could barely comprehend in this moment, it is more of a blur, dusty and hazy like a memory you could not quite put a finger on, even against the blackness of the eye mask. 

it is during your feeble attempt to escape you hear it, a shuffle followed by a soft groan. 

it is quiet, or at least attempting to be, hidden in the far reaches of whatever cramped shit hole you found yourself in. 

you froze, hoping that your lack of movement would deter whatever, whoever, was obscured behind the blindfold.

the soft grunt flutters though your ears, a moan follows, shaky and breathy as it attempts to stifle its noise. 

your blood runs cold at the thought of another being inhabiting the same space as you. 

a creak rings in your ears as deafening as church bells at morning mass, accompanied with another, than another henceforth and so on until you can feel the heat practically radiating off of the figure as it stand by your bedside

its breath laboured and weary, almost hesitant as it leans closer, soft exhales leave your skin tingling as its breath fans against your exposed nipples, all stiff and perky from the sudden waft of air. 

the figure does not speak, it had no need to, although you wish it did, maybe in your own twisted comprehension, it would somehow alleviate the fear.

it’s tongue lolls out of its mouth unbeknownst to you, teasing your nipple with thorough, meticulous licks, testing the waters to gain your attention. 

your body involuntarily leans into the sensation, your senses heightened by the lack of your two most dominant ones. 

as the sensation of its tongue falters, your body is met with another, one more sharp and sudden, at the side of your neck, a hiss leaving your lips, mind once again clouding with fog of a distant memory

one not to put you to sleep but more or less to envelop you in the sense of euphoria.

with shaky hands it lifts the blindfold from your eyes

your lack of reaction seems to please the figure, whose body now resides atop of you, a heavy compression straddling your hips. 

your eyes scan his figure languidly, taking him in for a moment, a mass of short, cropped hair lay dark like a tousled bird's nest on his head, body inked, face painted white, accompanying smears of black and red around his eyes. 

he made no attempt to speak, his body bare just as yours is, his cock stiffens at the predicament laid before him. 

he sits between your thighs, spreading them with his knee, your body far too heavy for you to react accordingly. 

by rights, if you were not bound by your wrists and forcibly inebriated you would have reacted. 

he offers you a sweet smile, once that seems more menacing that he’s willing to entail. 

two fingers dip between your folds, gathering slick that had managed to soak between your thighs. 

even you are surprised by that sentiment as he pulls two glistening fingers back up from between your thighs, wetness dripping from thick, inky digits in silky globs. 

he lets his tongue fall out of his mouth, gathering the slick on his tongue, sucking greedily at your taste, savouring it, silently begging for more. 

he shudders at your taste, his cock pulsing, half-hard against his thigh, he tugs at it, spreading precum up and down his shaft as a makeshift lubricant. 

he’s lucky you’re in the state that you are, half-conscious and imoblie. 

he so easily lifts your legs up onto his shoulders, your body compressed half on yourself as he manages to secure you into a mating press. 

his cock slips into you with little resistance, your cunt so pliable and warm. 

dripping around his length as he forces himself into. 

the intrusion was one you felt instantly, your walls clenching around him in an attempt of resistance, feeling him bully his cock head into you he met your cervix 

he stays in position for a while, pulling the blindfold back over your eyes with a sickening smirk. 

he began to move with violent thrust, punishing your petite cunt, not so used to a cock of his girth. 

spit pooled around the plastic he’d so haphazardly gadded you with, drool streaming down your cheeks 

the pain soon reached a limit where it dulled, spread through your body like a wildfire, and you enjoy it…very much so. 

you feel him in the caverns of your womb, about ready to empty himself into you with his potent seed.

your mind telling you to resist, relent against him, yet your body…it welcomes it…it welcomes him. 

he takes note of this, how your body becomes nothing more than putty in his palms, like sand of effortlessly slipping through his fingers 

he unloads a series of vicious thrusts, emptying his hot cum deep into your void, silently praying that it takes. 

he remains still for a moment, not wanting to waste any of his precious cum. 

after a few minutes he pulls out, you’re left empty and dripping with his seed, breathless and craving more. 

lucky you, the remainder of your days will be spent, barefoot, bound and full. 

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[underratedandoverit]

Immortal Fears (4/?)

The International title has the power to make you question so many things; yourself, your relationships, everything. It makes you believe the only thing worthy of it is you, and vice versa. It is believed that holding it will have… Maddening consequences. Is any of it true? Is this just mind games played by your opponents instead, to get under your skin, to make you think losing the title to them is worth it? But is the current champion Orange Cassidy willing to take such a risk…?

Tags: Kip Sabian/Orange Cassidy (future). Hurt/comfort (eventually). Title Belt Corruption Arc. Enemies to lovers. Slow burn.

Best Friends/Chuck & Trent and Penelope make frequent cameos. More to be added.

On AO3 here

Oh babes we are just getting started with this. Also swapped around few of the tags. We officially have a relationship promised in the later stages of the story, as well as the revealing tags of 'enemies to lovers' (thank you bugs i didnt even think about this one personally for some reason) as well as 'slow burn'. Gonna drive myself into early grave with this one I'm sure LOL (im also aware theres a lot of danhausen in this chapter but im not putting him on the character list since im not sure if/when he would return after this one so.. yeah)

Credits for the babe @ss-trashboat for the beta and my beloved @midnightpretenders0 for brainstorming this whole arc with me, it means so much to me 💜

@stormbornpirate as you wanted to be tagged for things!

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Kip smiled to himself, watching the events replay on the television screen in front of him. It brought him an unimaginable amount of joy to see everything unfold again and again as he kept rewinding and rewatching the clip. It was all just like he had hoped things would start to go down with the Zestest of Friends, and then some. After the last couple of weeks, this was inevitable; one of them was going to crack and start something, a chain of events, that in the end none of them were going to be able to stop.

He watched as Danhausen blind tagged himself into the match, just as Orange Cassidy was preparing the Orange Punch to put away their opponents. Cassidy backed into the corner as Danhausen ducked inside the ring through the ropes, even Kip being able to read the disappointment and disbelief on the stoic face of the champion. He was more than capable of taking this match home, he had set their opponent up perfectly for a single punch to take him down.

But no. No such easy victory was allowed. Danhausen was in the ring now, the legal competitor, ready to take the win and glory home with whatever trickery he had up his sleeve. The man radiating with confidence posed as he stepped inside the ring, ignoring the confused mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd as he turned to Cassidy, who had just now completely stopped to lean into the corner, starting to shoo him out of the ring, saying that he got this.

Cassidy just stared back at him, hand wiping through his hair, Kip mimicking the movement perfectly as he watched. He could act along this part beat by beat, bit by bit by now; he had watched the replay so many times, it brought him just as much joy with each rewatch. The way Cassidy refused to move, clearly getting under the skin of Danhausen who started to yell at him, telling Cassidy to go away, saying that he had this match won.

Only for Dante Martin to regain his composure while this was going on, and rolling up Danhausen with an easy school boy pin for a three count.

Kip’s eyes lit up, yet again, no matter how many times he had seen this part, as the camera panned from the shocked Danhausen being released from the pin to the unamused champion, still standing in his corner, staring down at him, having done absolutely nothing to even try to salvage the situation and save the match for them. Cassidy locked eyes with him, Danhausen getting up as Top Flight took their quick exit from the ring, continuing their victory celebration on the ringside.

“What have you done?!” Kip mimicked the words with his own mouth as Danhausen proceeded to yell at Cassidy, his higher pitched voice very clear over the noise the audience was making for the winners of the match. Cassidy barely shrugged, continuing to lean into the corner, clearly not in any hurry to leave the ring. Whether he was standing there to resolve the conflict was questionable though, as he clearly didn’t have anything to say back to the man covered in demon makeup and tattoos.

He just continued to silently stare, Danhausen giving him a push to the shoulder.

“We just lost! Are you proud of that?”

Cassidy continued to respond to him by not responding, the smirk growing on Kip’s lips as he remembered what was going to happen next. He had lost count on how many times he had watched this part already, but it tickled him in a particular way every single time. Something about Danhausen shoving the champion, this time directly on his face instead of the shoulder, Cassidy finally standing his ground against him as he pushed away from the corner, forcing Danhausen to back away from him, looking ever so slightly shocked by the sudden push back.

They stood toe to toe in the middle of the ring, Kip watching in gleeful anticipation as they stared each other down for a moment, finally Cassidy being the first one to avert eye contact. He was clearly already tired of this, not wanting to engage further, this being far from the first time Danhausen was causing havoc like this inside the ring while they had been tagging together recently. He was just done with it, exhausted from the match now that he could let his guard down as it was officially over. Cassidy didn’t want to have to deal with this right now.

Only for Danhausen to shove him away, taking advantage of his small moment of what seemed like weakness, throwing the hands up towards Cassidy, pointing, cursing him.

This time the crowd's boos were clear, people not liking the idea of this ghoul putting a curse on their beloved International champion. Soon their voices changed again, as the now fed up Cassidy slapped his cursing hands away from his face, being obviously not amused by such trickery. He wasn’t here to play these stupid, mindless games that Danhausen clearly wanted; he knew the “curse” was nothing but a made up threat to throw off their opponents for a surprise attack. It wasn’t actually going to work on him, and he was tired; he wanted this over with. Cassidy just wanted to get out of here already now that the official match was over.

What he did not expect or see coming though, much to the absolute glee of Kip, was the kick below the belt from Danhausen that he responded with to the physical contact from Cassidy.

Kip watched as Danhausen towered over the champion as Cassidy fell to the mat, his yells this time being covered by the loud booing of the crowd. They soon changed back to cheers as the remainder of the Best Friends came running down the ramp for the champion’s aid, Chuck taking to tending to Cassidy as Trent managed to chase the accursed ghoul out of the ring.

“Oh, Clementine,” Kip sighed, hand reaching towards his screen as it zoomed closer to Cassidy’s pained face as Chuck helped him sit up in the middle of the ring, Kip gently running a finger along the blond’s cheek. “If only you could choose your friends a bit better. You could be golden.”

He only pulled his hand away as there was a soft tap on his arm, making Kip turn to face Penelope as she smiled at him. “It’s time. We can go now.”

Kip nodded, pulling her closer for a brief peck on her lips, before allowing the woman to walk him out of the locker room after herself.

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“’Hoping dear Clementine learns something from this experience.’”

Chuck glanced up from his phone, only to be met with an unreadable expression and an annoyed look, from Cassidy and Trent respectively. The social media world was constantly pinging all three of them about what had occured tonight, and it was getting ridiculous at this point as it just kept going as the night progressed. Like his friends, Chuck had ignored most of it, until a very attention seeking notification from, once again, Kip had popped up on his phone.

“Just put it away,” Cassidy sighed, clearly not in the mood to be dealing with the Brit’s shit tonight either. While Kip had not been at ringside for tonight’s disaster, Cassidy was sure he could still find a way to somehow blame him for what went down out there. Enough weeks had passed by now where Kip had been cryptic and hinting at something; he wouldn’t have been surprised in the slightest if it had been Kip who had gotten into Danhausen’s head about the desire of victory.

“So what do we do now?” Trent asked, looking between Cassidy and Chuck, both who responded with a directionless shrug. “We are a man down. Stat isn’t coming back until who knows when. Tonight was, shortly put, an absolute disaster. This ain’t a good look for us.”

“Yeah you don’t say,” Chuck snorted, pacing around the locker room trying to compose his thoughts. Him pacing around was making Cassidy even more annoyed honestly, but he remained quiet, just sitting on the couch observing the other man. Moving wasn’t still exactly comfortable; the assault from Danhausen had honestly been much more aggressive and painful than it looked like, the ghoul packing actually quite the kick in those skinny legs of his. Even with the help he got from Chuck and Trent, getting back to the locker room had been an absolute chore, and if it just could be helped, Cassidy wasn’t really going to be moving much tonight unless he absolutely had to.

Honestly, everything seemed to be kind of a chore recently. Cassidy wasn’t sure if it was the task of being a champion and having those responsibilities that above all pushed him closer to the edge every single day, but there was definitely something else going on alongside with the constant losing and infighting between his friends that was slowly grinding him to the ground. Cassidy wasn’t going to admit it though, after tonight it was the last thing they needed to hear. And who knew, maybe now that Danhausen was most definitely out of the picture at least for some time, they could catch a much needed breather.

Unfortunately, as Trent pointed out, this also put them in a disadvantage now that they were a man down. Cassidy already felt like a target in the locker room with one of the singles titles in the backpack on his shoulder, and if something, he was appreciative of having friends around to have his back at times. And a lot of people seemed to be avoiding Danhausen in general; he was unpredictable, and most described him kind of absurd and scary, so having him around as part of the group definitely had its benefits.

Now though, Cassidy wasn’t so sure how this was going to affect the image of Best Friends in the eyes of everyone else.

The sudden knock on the door immediately froze the air inside the locker room. The three friends shared quick looks, as if to try to count if they were all in the room to make sure nobody was missing, in an attempt to deduce who could be trying to get their attention so badly. Many people would try to avoid them after what tonight had been, knowing how much of a bad mood the three of them were in.

And yet, there was someone out there trying to get their attention desperately enough that they were knocking on the door multiple times in steady intervals.

Chuck cursed quietly under his breath as he approached the door, it being almost forcefully pushed open as soon as he flicked the lock off. Stumbling back a little, Chuck soon got face to face with Danhausen as the man burst into the room, almost immediately starting to hurl insults at Chuck, the first person in his sight.

From the corner of his eye, Cassidy saw Trent get up to defend his best friend from the assault of words, but the champion himself did nothing. The sudden yelling taking over the locker room felt almost paralyzing to him, freezing him on his spot on the couch, not being able to move, to get involved. Thankfully neither Chuck or Trent seemed to notice this, both of them being too busy trying to yell over Danhausen and the insults he was shouting, Cassidy barely being able to tell any of their words apart for the most part, but a few things Danhausen's almost piercing voice definitely managed to slip through to him.

Unworthy champion.

Filthy cheater.

Not a team player.

Selfish liar.

False friend.

With each statement he registered, Cassidy’s hand grabbed a tighter and tighter hold of his slacks; it almost felt like he could dig his fingers and nails through the thick canvas right into his skin if he kept going. His knuckles turning white as the yelling around him persisted, both Chuck and Trent joining in to defend him while the champion sat still, silent, eyes slowly falling down from the altercation happening to the floor.

Cassidy couldn’t lie to himself, he had heard so many of these same insults before. People didn’t think he was worthy of holding a title as big as the International one had turned out to be; they said he wasn’t fit for the Best Friends anymore due to being a singles champion. That his style didn't work, that he took this whole thing as a joke. That he wasn’t fit to be a champion; he was a farce, a mockery to the sport and the title he barely even carried around.

People had told him before that he was a bad friend for putting his friends through all of this: his selfish actions and thirst for gold, especially with how things had evolved recently; how he was putting them all under pressure, making them fight, how much happier everyone would have been if he wasn’t being such an awful friend to them and made them watch from the sidelines while he took all the gold and glory that the rest of them were not permitted to achieve, apparently due to some fault of his.

All these accusations, all these words, he had heard them before. And yet, it still stung the most coming from someone Cassidy had actually considered a friend.

As the fighting didn’t die down around him, Cassidy’s head snapped back up, in a clearly frightening manner as as soon as he locked eyes with Danhausen, the little ghoul perked up, taking a step back, actually falling silent. Chuck and Trent followed shortly after, both men slowly turning towards Cassidy as the champ just continued to sit on the couch, eyes staring daggers at Danhausen.

“Get out.”

His voice wasn’t very loud, but it was very obvious that he actually meant business. Cassidy was serious; this sudden turn in character leaving the trio looking at him in almost stunned silence for a while. Danhausen was the first one to speak up again, but he barely got more than a word out before Cassidy ordered again.

“Get out!”

Both Best Friends also stepped back slightly at the blond raising his voice, sharing a quick, rather confused look. Of course a little outburst would have been expected from the man after what had gone down tonight, but it was still so odd for them to actually see Cassidy like this. He didn't usually lose his temper quite like this, he never raised his voice. Even when he was seethingly mad, Cassidy was always just quiet, silent in his anger, letting it show only in the ring, if even then. He kept his emotions extremely in check at almost all times, unless they were positive emotions, so this kind of outburst really was… Something. To say the least.

As nobody responded to his demands, Cassidy pushed himself up from the couch, his voice only growing louder and stronger from the shot of adrenaline that crashed through his body as the pain took over after such a sudden movement.

“I said get out!”

Before Danhausen could argue with him again, Chuck turned towards him, grabbing the ghoul by the neck of his jacket, pushing him towards the door. Trent followed after them shortly, not being entirely sure if the command from Cassidy applied to all of them or only the now clearly former member of the Best Friends, but in his mind it was best to comply either way. 

The anger he could see in Cassidy’s eyes was more than enough to push him out of the room, very much willingly.

As the locker room door slammed shut after the three of them, it took Cassidy a moment to dial back his emotions, finally the man sinking back on the couch with both an annoyed and agonized groan. Tonight had already been a lot, this wasn’t what he had planned for it at all. Taking in a deep breath, then another, he ran a hand through his hair, leaning his head against the back of the couch. The cold canvas felt good against his hot neck, helping him refocus himself back into the time and space where he belonged.

Was he wrong for that outburst? Cassidy really wanted to believe not. He had been done wrong tonight, and after having such insults thrown at him, he honestly could have said and done much more, much worse than he ended up doing. He just wanted it to end, to sit around in silence for a while, to not ponder over how much his friends were breaking apart and hating each other.

And most importantly, how much they were probably hating him in the process as well.

Closing his eyes, Cassidy tried to calm his breathing, slowly feeling the pain returning to the parts that had been assaulted earlier. It was actually a welcomed reminder of reality to him, telling him that he was shutting back down, going back towards the normal.

He ignored the locker room door opening and closing, assuming it was just Chuck and Trent coming back in. Cassidy would have liked to have more time alone to calm himself down, but he also couldn’t really blame the two for coming back so fast to make sure everything was under control, as the situation at hand was very much unusual to even their little misfit group.

Cassidy slowly opened his eyes, staring at the blank ceiling above him, listening to the silence lingering in the room. Something about it felt off, like it was almost overstaying its welcome. He had known both Chuck and Trent for long enough to realize how uncharacteristic being this quiet was.

Lifting his head up from the back of the couch, he soon got his answer though, as Cassidy got face to face with Kip instead of his friends.

Immediately Cassidy’s breathing tightened again, him shifting in a clearly more alert position on the couch; even if the change was very minor, they were both very well aware that it was happening. Kip just observed him from a few feet away, the deer-in-the-headlights look on the blond’s face being almost amusing to him. Kip was aware he was distressed, it was very obvious, but at the same time he found this turn of events rather hilarious. Here was the usually cool, calm and collected International champion Orange Cassidy, who was almost suddenly spooked out of his skin by the mere sight of the silver haired Brit.

“I’m not here to hurt you, Clementine.”

His words weren’t very comforting, even if Kip was sounding rather genuine behind the ominous smile playing on his lips. Maybe the biggest giveaway for Cassidy about it was the fact that the smile didn’t reach up to his eyes; it was purely for show, merely a facade, lulling him into a false sense of security. This, of course, only made him more tense over Kip’s existence in the locker room as the man glanced around himself for a while as if he was looking for something, before pulling a chair out for himself.

“Relax.”

Cassidy wanted to laugh at him, but no sounds were coming out of him as he watched Kip take a seat on the chair he found, sitting down across from him. As he settled on his seat, Cassidy could breathe a bit easier, knowing it was more difficult for Kip to suddenly jump him if he so wished if he was not up on his feet. The suited man carefully unbuttoned his jacket, leaning his arms against his knees as he leaned slightly forwards, never breaking eye contact with Cassidy.

“I saw what happened out there tonight. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

This time Cassidy let out a quiet snort, getting a raised brow with a confused head tilt back as a response. He already knew Kip was playing games with him, this very obvious false statement just bringing that fact home even harder. At least his threatening, sudden presence was slowly fading away, leaving only the lying fool behind that Cassidy thankfully knew how to deal with. It was making him relax considerably, he was just hoping Kip wasn’t picking up on the fact too, giving him a chance to take advantage of it.

“Yeah. Right.”

Kip broke eye contact with him for the first time since sitting down, looking around the room quietly. “So you’re saying that you being here all by yourself, left alone by your friends…” Kip glanced towards Cassidy, watching the unease grow in him again as he was unsure where Kip was planning on taking this conversation. “This is normal?”

Cassidy didn’t answer. He knew the answer to this question, he knew Kip knew the answer to it too. He didn't have to say it out loud. 

“You’re saying that this is you being okay?”

“…Why are you here?”

Kip turned back fully towards him, snorting. “I already told you--”

“No.”

His brows furrowed, Kip clearly not enjoying being interrupted like this. He leaned a bit closer to Cassidy, almost as a threat, but the man in denim barely budged; he had set his mind on this and he was tired of these games. He had been through enough tonight already to want to deal with this on top of everything else.

“Why are you really here, Kip?”

He sounded tired, clearly not being amused by the situation at hand. Cassidy wanted, demanded answers, and Kip playing with him and beating around the bush was becoming a worn out gimmick real fast. The Brit was caught slightly off guard by this, especially over the fact that Cassidy was addressing him directly by name, which really wasn’t a usual feat for him.

“You… You really don’t think I’m worried about you?”

His words were hesitant, but Cassidy could feel some sort of… Odd sense of genuinity coming from him at the same time. Kip’s previous smile had turned more into a confused frown, but again not in the sense Cassidy usually saw him when Kip was being put on the spot and questioned about his odd behavior.

No, this time actually seemed like there could almost be something real behind this one.

“You know, I’ve seen everything that’s been going down recently. We all have. I’ve seen how you and your friends crumble, bit by bit, and I’m worried where this is going, especially after tonight.”

Kip looked away, Cassidy being able to see almost a sorrowful look in his eyes as the man sighed, inhaling deeply before his next words.

“And I, too, know what it’s like to… To be betrayed by a friend.”

The silence fell back into the room, Cassidy just observing as Kip seemingly struggled a little to keep himself calm and collected, hands rubbing together almost nervously as he was trying to regain his composure. It was almost endearing to watch in a way; Cassidy was so used to seeing Kip keeping up the overly confident and arrogant exterior that seeing him almost look vulnerable for the time being was definitely something different.

Maybe he was actually being more genuine than Cassidy thought. Maybe.

Kip slowly looked back at him, cracking a smile that could only be categorized as melancholic. It was extremely brief though; Kip quickly pushed it away, letting out a dramatic sigh as he ran a hand through his hair, relaxing a little bit on his seat as he leaned back, arms crossing over his chest.

“You may not think it… But I do know how you feel. And unlike for me at that time, I want there to be someone for you when that happens. Because, and let's be honest here, let’s face it… It will happen.”

There it was again, he was back. The smirk grew on his lips slowly, Cassidy watching as right in front of him Kip slid right back into his confident character, as if the small moment of weakness he had shown didn’t happen at all just mere seconds ago. The Brit pulled himself together in record speed, anyone not having witnessed the change just now would have missed it all. To be honest, Cassidy wasn’t entirely sure anymore if he had seen it correctly either, but as Kip continued to talk in much of the same vein as before, he knew that something had definitely happened. Maybe it hadn’t been a moment of weakness, but something had definitely been odd, and it wasn’t Cassidy’s tired, overworked mind playing tricks on him this time.

“I just need you to know that you won't be alone. I will be there for you when you need me.”

He wanted to say something so badly, but Cassidy remained silent. Kip looked at him for a moment, taking in the expression that, for once, he wasn’t fully able to read on the blond’s face. Was Cassidy confused about this? Was Kip finally getting under his skin enough that he was stunned in silence by how sincere he was actually being? Did Cassidy believe him in the first place? Kip wasn’t so sure. Usually he was good at this, but right there and then, something about the International champion just made him… Unreadable, even to him. As much as that infuriated Kip, he let it slide. Maybe it was a sign enough that he had gotten through to the one Best Friend he cared about.

Kip pushed the chair back slightly, finally getting a response from Cassidy as he did so. As Kip stood up, Cassidy leaned back on the couch, eyes never leaving the other man as he did, but his exterior for the first time in a while clearly relaxed. Kip wasn’t sure if he was just happy that he seemed to be finally leaving, but he made sure to stop for a moment to button up his suit jacket again as he stood there, staring back at Cassidy, trying to hide his pondering behind a smile tucking at the corners of his lips.

“Why do you think I believe you?”

Kip looked at him for a while, but didn't react. Try as hard as he might to be as genuine as possible, it seemed he still had to work hard to actually get through to Cassidy about what he was after.

“Because you need me. Because you need a friend.”

“No, I don’t. I have friends.”

Kip smiled at him, shaking his head at the blond who fell silent again, just watching him.

“See… That’s the difference between you and me, Clementine; you are just living in a lie.”

Without saying any more or giving Cassidy a chance to respond, Kip turned on his heels, making his way out of the locker room, leaving the International champion sitting there alone in a rather stunned silence.

[anamelessfool]

I love when I lure people in with the promise of smut but then they get attacked by my compelling plots

And then they got to read it all

Very nice, very evil

Me and my plot hooks like

[tatsueigo]

Chip thievery gets you everywhere

Pairing: HookHausen Prompt: Smut - Hook leaves his mark on Danhausen. Several marks, actually, and he wants them to be seen.

@bambihausen @moxleys-darlin ♥

Hook doesn't like that Danhausen is hanging out with Best Friends. For sure he had been given to that stable by Tony Khan, but Hook still doesn't like the idea. The omega is his, he had sealed that possession over him some time ago, with a bite on the gland in his neck. Everyone knows Danhausen is taken, but Hook deep down is jealous and he needs to do more to underline that fact. He is in the locker room, searching for a bag of chips in his backpack and is already grumpy: he was sure he had packed two, he had just finished the first one, but the second had seemed to have vanished.

"Hey Hook, what's with that face? Something wrong? Are you searching for something?"

Ricky has the guts to go near him, stopping just in front, with a raised eyebrow.

"Chips…"

Hook surely isn't keen to speak, even less now that he doesn't have his chips, but at least he can get something out with his teammate.

"Ya finished them?"

Ricky asks: it makes sense that he is so grumpy about that, it has always been like that.

"Where is Danhausen?"

Hook wants only two things: his chips and his omega. He isn't in the mood for chatting or anything else.

"I guess either Best Friends' locker room or catering? Not sure."

Ricky is confused about why he should even know something like that, but before he could add anything else, Hook just stands up and walks past him, leaving his stablemate there looking at him in disbelief. Taz's son has a faint idea as to why he was missing a bag of chips and he doesn't really like it. Danhausen should know by now that he shouldn't steal his bags of chips, just to get his attention. Hook just roams towards the locker room, ignoring whoever he passes by, I but he finds it completely empty. An angry growl slowly escapes his lips, he grows impatient, as he marches towards catering. As soon as he is at the door of that room, he quickly notices his omega, speaking quietly with Orange Cassidy. It's impossible to not notice him among many people, plus his scent was already tingling his nose.

"With me. Right now."

He growls slightly at Danhausen's ear as soon as he reaches him. It doesn't matter to him that his omega was speaking with Chuck, his thing was a bigger problem.

"Mate Hook is being rude, not even acknowledging the others here. Danhausen will gladly come though."

Danhausen stands up before Hook can become even more angry, but is pleased as he hears the alpha murmuring a hello to Chuck, but nothing more. He grabs his omega's right hand, tugging it slightly, to make Danhausen follow him, without hurting him though. Even though they are going away from Chuck, Hook's nostrils are still full with Trent's scent and that makes him even more angry. He doesn't stop until he finds a completely empty locker room, where he goes in and locks the door behind Danhausen…

"Danhausen doesn't understand what the problem is, mate Hook."

Since he is an omega, he couldn't understand how strong the smell kept staying on his whole body, but they were just stablemates.

"First: stole my chips. Second: you smell too much like Trent."

With the free hand he locks the door, making sure that no one can come in, while groaning. Damn, that scent was making him go insane… He could clearly remember what Trent had tried to do with Wheeler Yuta, who was a taken omega too and he couldn't let Danhausen too much near him.

"Danhausen wanted mate Hook, so Danhausen stole his chips to get his attention." Getting pushed against the door makes the omega squeal for some seconds. "Danhausen got some more bags of chips for mate Hook though! Plus… Danhausen is only a stablemate with Trent, mate Hook shouldn't worry about that."

Danhausen tried in vain to calm his alpha, Hook instead jerked his head to the side, his eyes were a thin line.

"You can always ask me."

The alpha didn't want to speak anymore, he needed to get that scent off his omega and leave many marks on him, marks everywhere, especially on the neck and shoulder area. First he nipped at the lobe of his ear, before stripping him off the jacket. His first thought had been to only mark him, but Danhausen so blatantly saying he had wanted him… had gotten his suddenly aroused. The jacket fell somewhere on the floor next to Danhausen's feet and Hook got down to his omega's neck, biting him a bit hard, until the flesh was red and had his bite mark. While backing a little away to be able to see how much the bite was visible, the alpha sighed with satisfaction.

"What is mate Hook doing?"

The omega managed to ask, before Hook sunk his teeth another time in the flesh of his neck, marking another spot on the other side.

"Marking. You are mine."

Two marks, one on each side, it was simply perfect. He left some light kisses on the neck, wandering down to his Adam's apple, closing the lips on a portion of the skin, sucking lightly on it for about thirty seconds: that would leave a delicious hickey and waiting those five minutes to see it, made him more aroused. Danhausen lets out a moan at that hickey: he likes when Hooks claims him as his like that. More hickeys follow the first one, some on his collarbone, Hook doesn't stop, leaves trails of kisses which reach his nipples, which he nibbles lightly, until they are hard. The moans from Danhausen become more frequent, he can already feel his pants tight at the crotch and the situation gets even worse when Hook sucks on it.

"Danhausen loves this."

He manages to say through the moans, his hands roaming through his hair, to find something to hold into. Hook smirks as Danhausen moves his hips towards him, in search of some kind of friction or some attention there too. Attention which Hook doesn't give him, as he just doesn't give in to his movements. He still plays with Danhausen's hard nipples with his tongue, lapping at them until they are completely red. More hickeys get spread over his belly, near his navel, he finally brings his hands to his omega's pants, taking them slowly down, leaving Danhaunsen only in his underwear. He could clearly see the form of his shaft under the boxers and he licks his lips, as he finally take those off too. A louder moan escapes Danhaunsen's lips as his dick is finally free from any constriction: Hook still hasn't started doing anything down there, but it already looked promising. Since Hook is pressing lightly against his legs, the omega spreads them enough for him to stay in between them. The alpha situates himself there and with a hand he wanders from the knee all the way up to his twitching cock.

"I'm gonna take care of you."

He says in a soothing tone, sinking into the flesh of his thigh. He leaves more kisses there and it's such a sensitive spot for him, that Danhausen has to do his best not to be too loud. That is the last thing he would want to happen. Hook teases the tip of his dick with one finger, starting to move his hand up and down, while he leaves bites or hickeys on both inner thighs. He leaves a last hickey, before giving full attention to his cock. While he pumps more on the shaft, Hook carefully takes Danhausen's testicles on his tongue, laps them and starts sucking lightly on them, making sure that he doesn't hurt him. He can feel the omega's shaft become harder and he finally gets to it with his tongue only when it begins to twitch in his hands.

"... Hook…"

The way Danhausen moans his name is simply so cute and Hook finds himself wishing he could hear more of that. They don't have much more time though, so they have to be quick. The alpha licks his entire shaft, savoring the precum already dripping from the tip. When he finally wraps his mouth around it, Danhausen feels it so warm and cozy while Hook's tongue still plays around it. Danhausen moves his hips involuntarily against Hook's mouth, to which the alpha looked up at him, but let him do it, following his movements to avoid choking.

"Danhausen is about to cum."

Hook ticked with a finger on his right thigh to let him know that it was okay, he could do it without a problem. Danhausen brought his head against the door, a hand goes to cover his mouth as he can't help but release his hot seed in his boyfriend's mouth, while Hook leaves some scratches on his inner thighs. He gets off it only when he stops cumming, swallowing completely.

"Next time ask me for some time together, don't steal my chips."

Danhausen smirks at him, cupping his face and kisses him gently, nipping at his bottom lips.

"Danhausen has not only one, but three bags of chips for mate Hook."

[whysamwhy123]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Donovan Danhausen/Hook Characters: Hook (Professional Wrestling), Donovan Danhausen, Evilhausen - Character Additional Tags: Hookhausen Anniversary, Tumblr Prompt, Vague Demon Lore, Sleeptalking, Evilhausen, Sexual Frustration, Mentions of Sex, Mentions of Blood, Implied Sexual Content, It gets a little weird folks Series: Part 2 of Voice in the Dark Summary:

In need of answers, Hook seeks out another conversation with the other side of Danhausen. He ends up getting more than he bargained for.

Well, I guess this is a thing that happened? I started working on this continuation not long after I posted the first, promptly abandoned it, but then came back to it recently due to a certain match. This started out as a vague idea for one scene (probably not the one you’d think) and then everything before and after just sort of ballooned from there. And somehow, it ended up becoming the second longest fic I’ve posted here? Safe to say, this one really got away from me and ended up going in a very different direction than I thought it would. Whoops. And it, uh…well, it certainly goes Places.

If you’re seeing this, thanks to the mystery person who sent the original prompt into the Hookhausen Anniversary Swap, and a huge thank you to everyone who read and commented on that first fic; it really motivated me to keep going and finish this damn thing.

I’m not sure if I’ll write more after this, but then again, that’s exactly what I said last time, so who knows? For now though, enjoy (if you can…) this second installment of some sort! Now with 30% more Actual Danhausen!

[sequentialprophet]

Okay, it took a year (and then a bit more than that too) but I'm finally on the Hookhausen board 🎉🎉🎉🎉 Here is part one of the magician au. Shout out to the groupchat for listening to me bitch about this fic for as long as the groupchat has existed. Hope yall like it.