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hellishjoel · 1 year ago

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scream queen

6.6k / pairing: ghostface!joel miller x f!reader

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summary: A stalker outside your window at night forces you to beg for your life in more ways than one. You do what it takes because you're a survivor. And you kind of like the mask on. A/N: please heed these warnings, as they can be triggering for some individuals. No one is forcing you to read this, and if it sounds unappealing, please keep scrolling. This is far different from what I usually post, but I’m feeling spooky and have rewatched the entire Scream franchise in 72 hours. Indented chat means ghostface’s voice changer is on. Thank you to Emmie @hyzer34 for the FREAKING AMAZING ghostface!joel edits!

warnings/information: MA 18+ (minors DNI), horror, dark ghostface!joel, dubious consent (dubcon via manipulation/guilt/survival), reader has a boyfriend (what a drag) so I guess cheating/infidelity, swearing, taunting/stalker behavior, masked anonymous individual, strip show to save a life, male masturbation, threat of violence/death, begging for life, manhandling, spanking, rough oral (face fucking)(m!receiving), pet names, praise kink, degradation kink, clit smacking (?), life-threatening knifeplay, unprotected sex (p in v), the mask stays on ladies, plot twist ending? very barely edited heads-up

You gasp shakily as his hand carefully caresses your tit, thumb featherlight over your nipple, before he cups and lightly squeezes your juicy flesh. You swallow down a lump and cower before him. You’re afraid for when he goes lower what he might find, how your slick is dampening your thighs, and your clit is pulsating for him. You need him. It’s sick, gross, disgusting, but you need him. “Please, Mr.,” you trail off, unsure of what to call him. “Ghostface.” He aids, and you quickly nod as your lips part. Your worst fear is coming true as his calloused hand and rough fingertips guide themselves further down the soft skin of your stomach and to your panties. “Please, Mr. Ghostface, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” You can’t help but feel tears welling in your eyes once more. The masked man sighs and slowly shakes his head in shame. “I don’t think it’s about what I want to do to you. But what you want me to do to you.”

It was a quiet fall evening. You sat on your boyfriend’s couch, ankles crossed along the extent of the cushions as you leafed through what was available on different streaming services. You wanted something spooky for Halloween but not something that would over-excite your imagination while alone. You’re wearing the same thing he left you in, red panties and an oversized black tee you had snagged from his closet.

You figure your boyfriend should be home soon, so you start a bag of popcorn in the microwave. You sit up on the counter and kick your feet gently against the cabinets as you watch the time tick down, listening to each pop as it slowly rattles up its pace.

Your phone’s ring catches your attention back in the living room. You assume it’s your boyfriend as you hop off the counter and swipe it from the arm of the chair.

Unknown Caller

With a roll of your eyes, your tongue rutting out against your cheek, you deny the call. Probably a wrong number or an asshole troll since Halloween was nearing. You’re about to turn back to the kitchen, hearing the popcorn bag rattling with intensity when your phone goes off again.

Stopped in your tracks, you watch your phone buzz with uncertainty as the screen flashes with the Unknown Caller tag once more.

All of a sudden, the air is tight in your lungs, and your body is riddled with goosebumps. Now you were annoyed. You slid across the call button and pushed the phone to your ear.

“You have the wrong number. Stop fucking calling me.” You jam the blaring red end call button before huffing and returning to your popcorn.

The timer slowly counts down, but each pop from the bag makes you jump. 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Your body jolts as you hear something pound against the windows, throwing yourself back against the counter with wide eyes.

“What the fuck!” You gasp as you rotate your head, searching from open window to open window where the banging was coming from. But there was nothing. No one. Your heart rate is slowly increasing, you can feel it jumping in your wrist and your neck.

Your feet quickly skid across the room, locking the house’s back door before running back towards the front entrance, flicking the lock in place. Even if it was nothing, at least you were safe.

Standing still in the entryway, you observed the home to be dead quiet. Your fears were still nesting on your shoulders, that you weren’t alone.

Your phone rings again, causing you to jump from the silence you had grown used to. With a distasteful grimace, you glance around as you walk towards your phone. You accept the call with hesitancy.

“Who is this?” You ask, already maneuvering around the house and shutting all the curtains and blinds in your wake. “Whoever the hell you are, just stop fucking calling me.” You try not to let the panic that’s sitting in your throat be exposed over the phone. Whoever has called you hasn’t spoken yet.

“Hello?” You ask, pausing in the kitchen as you finish your rounds around the first floor.

“Now that is how you answer a phone call.” The voice isn’t familiar, it’s almost… animatronic? It didn’t sound like a person, but the languidness of their voice was all too human. It was low, primal.

Now, you’ve seen these movies before, you weren’t an idiot, and you weren’t going to be one tonight.

“What are you going to ask me? What’s my favorite scary movie?” You taunt, yanking the microwave door open and retrieving the piping hot bag of popcorn from inside, sucking in a harsh breath as your fingertips branded red from the heat.

The voice on the line laughs. It’s almost sinister, not at all comforting. You’re not even sure why you’re entertaining this jackass who’s calling you when all they’ve done so far is giggle at your expense.

“How did you even get this number, you fucking troll?” You probe, frowning as you squeeze your phone between your cheek and shoulder as you pry open the popcorn bag. Of course, it bursts, sending a few pieces scattered around the kitchen. You simply roll your eyes and sigh at the inconvenience.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and clean up the mess you made?”

You squat down to pick up the kernels you dropped, only realizing the extent of what the voice said a moment later. Your eyes widen, and your chest surges with panic. You look around, but all the windows are closed and covered. Was that just a lucky guess, or is someone watching you?

Out of instinct, you reach for the knife block on the kitchen counter and yank out the biggest one. The blade gleams silver in the light, and you realize how exposed you are.

You set down the knife on the counter and quickly move around the house, shutting off the lights and concealing you in a dim darkness.

“What happened to the show? Why did the curtain close?” The low, sinister voice asks, and you whimper quietly in your hand to conceal your fear. “I liked watching you walk around,” he pauses, and all you can hear is your heart pounding, “in those red little panties.”

You hate to admit that this flicks a nasty switch in you, chased and taunted, talked down to by an unknown figure. As much as you’re scared, a small churning begins low in your tummy, and you clench your thighs tighter together.

With a shaky breath, you nibble on your lower lip and slowly move towards the front windows. You slowly peek them open, seeing nothing but your reflection and darkness.

“Can you see me?” You ask nervously, licking at your lower lip.

“Ahhh, there she is.” The voice praises, forcing you to swallow a lump down your throat. “Push those curtains open all the way. Want to see all of you.” You shiver, and the pooling in your panties only becomes more urgent. Someone’s watching you, and they like what they see.

Following the anonymous caller’s instructions, you slowly push open the curtains, your body backlist by a dim light still on in the kitchen. The voice hums in appreciation.

You blame it on your state of panic for not thinking clearly or logically for that manner. This creep wanted you, you could hear the slight desperation clinging to their voice.

“Promise me you won’t fuckin’ harm me, and I-I’ll put on a show for you. Isn’t that what you want? You said you liked my panties.” You breathily point out, opting to put the phone on speakerphone and setting it down on the bench in front of the now curtain-drawn windows.

The voice on the other line hums, pondering your offer. A shiver rolls over your spine as you subconsciously cross your arms in front of your body, scared and nerve-wracked.

“You have a gorgeous body. Let me see it. All of it.” The voice echoes within the quiet home, and you blink back the fear that is resting heavily on your chest. You take in a shaky breath and do as you are told.

Your hands go to the hem of your top, about to lazily toss it off when you are tsk tsk-ed at. You frown and quickly pull the t-shirt back down.

“Not like that!” The voice barks, angry and condescending, making you whimper. The voice pauses and takes a breath. “Slower.”

“Slower..” you whisper back, hearing the voice hum. You still couldn’t see outside, merely darkness and your reflection. You were fucking terrified, but if this was what they wanted, just maybe they’d let you be.

You try again. Your hands slowly start at the sides of your neck, pretty and dainty fingers cascading down to your clavicle. You push one hand into the hair at the back of your neck, lightly ruffling the strands while the other skims lower to more dangerous territory.

The heel of your palm skirts down the front of your shirt until your fingers flitter over the hem of your panties.

It feels stupid what you’re doing, but it makes you feel alive. Your heart has never beat faster. You’ve never turned on a complete stranger, stalker, even. You were in control of the show here.

You’re not exactly sure what to look at in the window, so you admire the reflection. You hum sweetly as you hook your thumbs into the tops of your panties. You loop them around, from front to back, stopping at the sides and lightly pushing down to show glimpses of your hips.

The breathing on the other end shuffles. It almost makes you stop.

“This turn you on?” You ask. “Does this make you have your hand around your cock?” You ask into the phone, smiling lightly as you turn around, lifting up the shirt from covering your ass, giving them a peek-a-boo of you from the back.

The evil voice echoes a laugh. “How did you know?”

Being correct makes you all the more turned on. “How could you not?”

I mean, look at you. You looked gorgeous and confident, silhouetted by the light, awed by a strange man. You can hear them jerking it on the line, murmuring little grunts to try and not get ahead of themselves. The show had just begun.

With your back turned to the window still, you cross your arms over your threshold, retrieve your shirt, and lift it up and off of you. Your hair cascades and dances around your back and shoulders. You felt bare, cold. Part of you wished they would come inside and warm you up.

You peer over your shoulder, hearing the approving grunt on speakerphone. You bit on your thumbnail, looking through the glass with big doe eyes.

“You’re not so innocent, pretty girl. Let me see you.”

Now, with your body to show, you felt a bit more nervous. Your fingertips twitched, and you felt shaky on your legs. You did as the voice asked, turning to face the window. Your arms are crossed, covering your bare breasts meekly.

That’s when you see him. A masked man standing a fair distance away out your window. It quickens your pulse and surges you with adrenaline.

Yet you don’t run. You don’t hide.

Your eyes flitter down to their hand shuffling up and down the extent of their cock. The sight alone, even in the dark, being able to see his impressive length was enough to make you let out a needy whimper.

“I-I don’t know about this,” you whimper, your head falling a bit shamefully. It’s like your head caught up with your foolish actions.

“I’m warning you. Put down your fucking arms.”

You let out a shaky breath and wince at the voice, tears simmering on your waterline. You put yourself in this position, you can’t believe you thought this would work.

You slowly drop your hands to your sides, exposing your breasts. And how embarrassing they were, taut and at peaks. They were flush with color, begging for attention. You interlocked your fingers behind your back and chewed on your bottom lip, shyly looking down at the floor as you clamped your thighs tightly together.

“You’re a real beautiful girl,” the voice grunted, flattering you with attention. “Why don’t you let me in.”

The demand didn’t frighten you like maybe it should have. Frankly, you were turned on to the point where it nearly hurt. You didn’t know who this mystery person was or what their intentions were, but they were getting off to seeing you exposed, scared, and alone.

“Come on,” the voice continues. You hear shuffling, and when you look up, the masked man outside your window is gone. You move closer and peer outside, but it’s quiet. Empty.

“Let me take care of you, sweet girl.”

Breaths fans out hastily from your nostrils, panicked as you looked around slowly from the front entrance to the back.

The doorbell rings, and it makes you jump nonetheless.

You bite down on your bottom lip as you retrieve your phone and slowly cross to the door in just your socks and underwear. Your forearm covers your breasts. Your hand rests on the handle, but you have a hard time willing yourself to open it.

The doorbell rings again, another jump through your bones, but this time, it implores you to swing the door open. And there he was.

He was tall, you had to crane your neck to look up. Your lips part, doe eyes taking in how close he is, stepping back in shock at his appearance. Broad shoulders cloaked by a black hooded robe. It was tattered, lined with rips and tears at the seams that draped from his arms. He also wore large, black, combat boots. The scariest thing of all was the mask. It was white with black eyes and a sloped open black mouth.

Whoever was behind the mask was fit. Their toned body could be discovered even behind the robust black robe. He wore black gloves, too. You don’t realize that as you’re taking him in, the protective arm you had concealing your breasts has since lowered.

“Scary night to be alone, isn’t it?” The voice is still animatronic as the masked man’s head tilts and observes you through the black cloth eye holes.

You nod your head, its pace quick.

“Invite me in. Don’t want you to catch a chill.”

It was disturbing to admit how stupid you felt letting this freakshow stalker into your boyfriend’s home, but in a really weird and taboo way, you found the anonymity of the man attractive. You saw his cock while he stood outside, his large hand stroking over himself at the sight of your body. You figure he must have put the gloves back on once he wanted to come inside.

As if he could read your mind, the masked man stepped inside with his tall stature looming over yours. He slowly plucked off one of his gloves, and you see his flesh.

You watch him carefully as he brings his hand to cup your cheek. You flinch at first, but there is truly nothing to be frightened of. He strokes away a dry, panicked tear from earlier. You can’t help but let out a shaky, wavering whimper. He touches you with such delicacy but hides behind a mask that scares you to your core.

“Just as I thought,” His animatronic voice echoed, his hand dropping to your hair that fell around your face and sweeping it behind your shoulder. “You’re beautiful.”

Your hair was no longer concealing your breasts. You gasp shakily as his hand carefully caresses your tit, thumb featherlight over your nipple, before he cups and lightly squeezes your juicy flesh.

You swallow down a lump and cower before him. You’re afraid for when he goes lower what he might find, how your slick is dampening your thighs, and your clit is pulsating for him. You need him. It’s sick, gross, disgusting, but you need him.

“Please, Mr.,” you trail off, unsure of what to call him.

“Ghostface.” He aids, and you quickly nod as your lips part. Your worst fear is coming true as his calloused hand and rough fingertips guide themselves further down the soft skin of your stomach and to your panties.

“Please, Mr. Ghostface, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” You can’t help but feel tears welling in your eyes once more.

The masked man sighs and slowly shakes his head in shame.

“I don’t think it’s about what I want to do to you. But what you want me to do to you.” He aggressively cups your sex, feeling his fingers squish with the soaked material of your red panties. You whimper and clutch his arm, biting back whimpery moans that you’re so desperate to let out. You were secretly begging to be touched. Your thighs clamp around the man’s hand.

He deviously chuckles. “This is all for me, sweet girl?”

The man walks you backward until your back is flushed to the wall. You’re still holding his arm in place between your thighs. His fingers add pressure to your bundle of nerves. You lightly grind your hips down into his fingers and let out an embarrassed little moan.

“Y-Yes.” Admitting in defeat made your stomach churn. “But I want to hear your voice.” You whisper, unsure if you can even make demands in your position right now.

Ghostface sighs weakly but plucks something out from under his mask. It looks sort of like a smaller walkie-talkie. It was a voice changer. Your eyes flitter to the eyes of his mask. It was black, empty. Finally, you would hear his true voice, and you prayed it was as sexy as he looked.

“Is this what you wanted to hear, darlin’?”

You lightly gasp at the southern drawl, deep and guttural, musk-filled and leaving you in a tailspin. His voice was hot, causing a pool of your white-hot heat to leak once more into your panties. You finally nod to his question and let your hands skim across the man’s front. He was toned, like you imagined, with hardened plains and a toughened, thick torso under his black cloak.

“You’re comin’ with me.” The voice growls. He leans down and scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder as you gasp and whimper, feeling him trail you up the stairs. His black combat boots echo loudly through the stairwell. He’s so strong. How he knows the layout of the house scares you and implores you. It’s like he knows you, and you may know him.

He takes you to the master bedroom, the one you share with your boyfriend. Fuck, your boyfriend. A naughty sin to cheat, a naughty sin to like it. It’s hard to picture him right now with the man above you captivating your full attention.

Your breasts jiggle when he throws you back onto the mattress. You scramble further up it, putting a safe distance between you and Ghostface. He grips you at your ankles and pulls you to him in an eager yank. A cry escapes your throat, but it’s just because you’re nervous. You saw how big he was in his hand outside, and now, soon, you’d hope he would be inside of you.

“Please,” you whimper, and Ghostface tilts his head. “I-I..” you trail off and shake your head, embarrassment and shame pumping through your veins.

“You, what? Spit it out, pretty girl.” The voice says as he slowly takes off the hooded robe. He wears black pants and a black t-shirt under it but keeps the mask on. You like the mask on.

“I… I need you, Mr. Ghostface, please,” you whimper. Since he pulled you by your ankles back to the edge of the bed, your centers lightly graze one another. You make it a point to grind your hips eagerly into his, smearing the front of his pants with your slick.

The masked man hums in appreciation. You feel his hardened length concealed by his pants. Whimpers leave your mouth as you sit up and reach forward, unbuttoning the black pants with shaky hands. You unzip him and yank him free of his confines. You nearly freeze at his length, prominent veins lining up and down his cock from his pink tip to his swollen balls.

“You wanna live tonight, baby girl?” The low southern voice asks. You quickly nod, big, desperate eyes wanting to fill his every carnal need.

“Then get on your fucking knees, m’gonna fuck your throat.”

He’s aggressive as he pulls you down onto the floor by your hair. You scream out of instinct, but the heat on your scalp brings needy relief.

You quickly scramble properly to your knees and shuffle your hand over him. One hand isn’t enough, so you add your second. He’s so large and girthy. Fucking your mouth would hurt so good. You hope you’re a slobbering mess for him once he’s done with you.

“Did I say your hands?” You frown and slowly stop, shaking your head. “I said your throat, want your fucking throat, you little slut.”

You whimper and force yourself to put your hands behind your back, your breasts perking out more as you spit over him, watching it glide down his shaft and spill onto your shaking thighs. You lick your lips and wrap your mouth around his sensitive tip.

The masked man seethes through his teeth. He takes off both gloves and knots his fingers into your hair. You’re intimidated by his size, anyone would be, so you try to relax your throat and let him sink further and further in.

Your eyes go wide as he rams himself down your throat impatiently. Your hands instinctively fly up to his thighs, smacking at them and clutching desperately, trying to explain with a lack of words that you’re choking on him. You cry out, but his cock muffles you.

“M’not a patient man, I’m warning you now.”

You clench your teary eyes closed and sniffle, trying your best to swallow around him and breathe through your nose. Your black mascara tears turns him on, and he twitches in your mouth.

With a shaky breath, you try again. You have to start slow at first, but you remember how impatient he is. You slick his cock with your spit, trying to work up his shaft inch by inch.

“Open your mouth up, nice and wide for me.” The sight of his mask makes you twitch, but you do as he says and drop your jaw for him. You even go as far as to stick out your tongue for him.

“Wow,” he admires, as both of his hands wind up into your hair and carve out sections of your hair to create ponytails in his fists. “Such a good girl f’me.”

His praise makes you purr, bringing your hands up to your front as you massage over the squishy flesh of your tits.

You let out a low mewl as he stuffs your mouth again, stuffing your face with his cock. It takes a few moments, but you gradually learn how to accommodate him. He hits the back of your throat repeatedly, and he likes it when you choke around him. You try to see him through your teary eyes, whimpering around his cock.

The masked man’s grip on your hair tightens as he pulls you into his cock and holds you there, balls flushed to your mouth as they smack against your chin. He groans, long and low, holding you down as his cock suffocates your throat. You swallow around him, tasting drops of precum, whimpering around him as you struggle to breathe. Despite it causing you to choke even more around him, you stick out as much of your tongue as you can and teasingly lick at his balls.

He sucks in harshly through his teeth and moans, gripping the ponytails even tighter, making your scalp sear in pain. But it was all worth it because he was so goddamn big in your throat. You hoped he would split your pussy.

With a harsh yank, the masked man rips you from his cock. You instantly cough and gag, trying to swallow around the excessive puddles of saliva grouping in the back of your throat and now dripping out of your mouth. You looked like a disgusting mess.

You plant your hands on the floor and drop your head, looking like a dog as you shakily regain your breathing. You slowly look up, seeing his hardened cock slap up against his toned stomach, dripping with your slobber.

You meekly wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and stand up, your legs shaking beneath you. With as much courage as you can muster, you reach for Ghostface’s hand and slowly pull it to your center as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“Please,” you beg in a meek whisper, swallowing the messy amount of existing saliva and precum down your throat as you blink through black, mucky, mascara tears. Your eyes flutter as his long, meaty fingers slowly circle around your clit through your panties. It’s jaw-dropping, stomach-fluttering madness. It’s like he knows you like the back of your hand. “Please, fuck me.” You whisper desperately, pulling him slowly towards the direction of the bed. Towards you.

You don’t feel any more safe with him, but you like the excitement of feeling on the fence. Would he be rough or gentle with you? Call you his sweet girl or his little slut? The edging of unsureness and torrid manipulation has forced white hot heat to pool into your core, and you sure as hell spoiled these red panties enough.

The masked man drops his gaze to your mound. His hands reach up to the sides of your hips.

It’s slow and desperate at first, he almost fools you. Ghostface weakly chuckles before he begins to rip the measly material from your lower half. You yelp out as it causes your body to get tugged around. Your panties are now a mess of threads on the floor. You whimper desperately, clamping your thighs closed on instinct despite wanting the opposite.

Ghostface grabs your ankles and forcibly parts your legs, turning his head slowly as he watches your glistening core.

“Y-You could have a taste, y’know, if you take off the mask.” You offer, your heart pounding in your chest. You loosely hook your leg around his hip and pull him closer. Ghostface plants his hands on either side of your head, hovering over you as his heavy breath puffs through the mask.

Ghostface pulls one hand away to his side and shucks something off his belt. You gasp and flinch your eyes closed as a large knife glimmers in the moon’s light.

“You think I’m going to show you my face, you stupid bitch? Huh?” He taunts you, wielding the knife closer and closer to your throat as you cry out, but clamp your legs tighter around his waist and pull your centers together. You can feel his fat cock sliding up and down your exposed folds. You’re so needy, and it’s repulsive.

He sickeningly laughs, jutting the tip of his knife against the underside of your chin. It hurts, it stings, and you hope it leaves a mark from him so you can look at it later when you replay this night in your mind. You hope he spares you so you can think endlessly about him.

“I-I want you to keep the mask on.” You purr nervously, your hand drifting down your stomach towards your exposed mound.

Ghostface chuckles, low and demonic. “You want me to fuck you with the mask on?” He asks slowly, trilled with curiosity.

It fills you with a pit of guilt and shame in your stomach. But you slowly nod. You were willing to risk everything, your boyfriend, your safety, your life, just to ensure this man filled you to the brim like you know he could.

“Please do. Fuck me, Mr. Ghostface.” You beg. Though you can’t see, you imagine him smirking behind his mask, looking at you with a sense of intrigue and disgust. How could you be so twisted?

“My pleasure.” He says goadingly, ripping the hold you had on the sheets and yanking you closer to the edge of the bed. You cry out as he forcibly spreads your legs with his body and slaps his cock against your aching center. You’re so sensitive from waiting, you needed to have him this very second.

A smirk twitched on your lips, but you forced yourself to bite it down, shakily moaning as Ghostface tucks away his knife and wraps his large hand around his cock, lining up his tip to your dripping center. You flinch every time he purposely flicks your anxious bundle of nerves.

“Fuck,” you whisper, your hand clutching his bicep greedily. “Please, need to feel you inside of me.” You whimper.

Ghostface reaches up and smears his hand down your face, your cheeks smudged with your mucky tears as you whine like a little brat. For your insolence, he strikes you across the face before nastily grabbing you by your cheeks and forcing you to look at him.

“Bein’ a real fuckin’ brat for a stranger’s dick, such a fucking hungry cock slut, aren’t you?” He degraded you to your very core, soiling his cock in your gushing slick. You were pretty sure that if he even just breathed over your mound, you would come.

Ghostface enjoys your desperate whimpers for his dick. He’s more than happy to deliver. He angles his tip to your entrance and notches himself inside. Your gasp surges his adrenaline as he parts you egregiously.

You hook your hands on the underside of your legs, keeping yourself wide and spread for the masked man above you. Inch by inch, you feel your head lose focus, your mind floating as you see stars that consume your vision.

The moans you give him are heavenly, he thinks he’s never heard a more beautiful thing. He’s a sadist watching you take his cock, knowing it hurts, knowing you’re forcing yourself open for him, knowing how much you’re drunk off it. He just can’t help himself to wait.

Air is knocked from your lungs when Ghostface decides he’s, again, not a patient man. He fucks the last few inches into you and hard, pushing you to your limits and filling you to the brim.

Your head is thrown back as you scream in shock, never having been fucked by someone who feels so good. You sob as your walls flutter around him, attempting to accommodate the size in such a short amount of time.

“Yes! Jesus Christ- Fuck!” You moan out, to which Ghostface chuckles lowly.

“Take me so well,” he’s trying to breathe through being squeezed so tightly by your walls, even he finds it difficult. “Such a pretty girl, just needs to be fucked to keep her- shit - her goddamn mouth shut.” The man growls behind the mask and starts to fuck you at an earth-shattering pace.

You cry out in shock, gripping Ghostface at his biceps and whimpering at how strong he is. He pulls himself nearly all the way out of you before he flushes his hips right back to you, slapping your ass cheeks with his clothed thighs. That’s when he really begins to rail you.

You see stars, still adjusting to his size, your slick pooling around him with excitement. You hazily smile, fucked dumb by a stranger, filled to the brim as you stare at the ceiling. Your visions jumps up and down as Ghostface pounds you senselessly. The bedframe rattles and the legs skirt against the hardwood floors.

Impatient whines from you fill the room as he pulls himself from your pussy, moaning out for him needily. He manhandles you, grabbing your hips forcefully and flipping you over onto your stomach.

“Ass up, let’s go.” He commands.

You were still in a funk, head wiped empty of any palpable information. You whimpered as you tried to move but at the pace of a snail.

His impatient hands grip you tightly at your hips, forcing a broken yelp from your throat as he pulls you up to bend over, shoving your face into the mattress and angling your ass up for him to use.

“Yes, please use me,” you whimper desperately, reaching your hands back and parting your ass cheeks for him. “Finish inside me, use me as your cum dumpster.” Where was this language coming from?! This wasn’t you, you didn’t sound or look like you. He was turning you into someone new, someone satisfied by his anonymity. You’d never know who was fucking you senseless, and it might drive you mad until you find out, if you ever will, that is.

Your thoughts are squashed from your mind as a harsh slap followed by a greedy grip is splayed across your ass. A yelp is pulled from your throat, instincts telling you to flinch away and protect yourself.

“Ah-ah,” the man teases, his angry fingers creating bruises on your hips as he pulls you back to the edge of the bed to be his little sex servant. “Good girls take what they are given, so take it,” Ghostface says as he smacks your other cheek, reddening them both, jiggling the flesh much to his appeal.

His large palms seared his prints into your ass, gripping your ass and pulling you to his cock. He lines himself up, and you take him again.

You don’t understand unless it’s happening to you, how it feels like you’re floating in space, fucked numb but also feeling like you’re on pins and needles. It’s indescribable to enjoy being fucked by a stranger, but it’s happening, and it’s happening to you.

He penetrates you, parting your walls, making himself a home inside you. You squeeze around him, and he moans. It satisfies you so intensely.

“Beg for me,” he mutters through the mask, grunting with each thrust. He must be close.

“P-Please, keep fucking me so good, please Mr. Ghostface-”

“No!” He strikes your pretty ass again, hard, and your warm flesh singes with heat. You whimper, imagining how red, angry, and large his handprint looks stamped on your ass.

“Want you to beg... for your life.” His voice had turned as cold as stone, ridged with a sadist tone that left goosebumps bubbling on the surface of your skin. A scared feeling sunk into the pit of your stomach. You swallowed a lump down your throat and shyly peeked around your shoulder to take him in.

“P-Please… I want to live,” you whimper, your hands fisting the sheets as Ghostface slowly picks back up the paces of his thrusts. He’s turned on by this.

“Oh my- please, I know you d-don’t know me, but I’m good, l-look how good I’m being for you,” you begin to cry as he fucks you harder, your ass clapping aggressively against his thighs and the grip he has on your hips intensifies.

He loves fucking you until you cry. Such a sadist.

Ghostface gives a few last gut-twisting thrusts, and his tip kisses your cervix repeatedly. He’s so large you can feel him in your tummy. His hand reaches around your hip, and the other stays gripping your ass while he spanks your clit lightly with his fingers.

“Fuck!” You cry out, beginning to throw your ass back into him, creating your own unique rhythm together. You’re so sensitive, and you’re coming before you can even fully register it.

“Mr. Ghostface, please,” you whimper. “I-I’m coming so fu-ucking hard,” you mewl for him, your thighs twitching along with your walls that squeeze around him, begging to milk him for his seed.

Ghostface’s thick and angry cock twitches inside of you, desperate to fill your needy hole with his sperm. He grunts and pants into the mask, filling his own body with a heat that makes him sweat. He pounds himself into you until you’re flattened against the mattress, begging for release, begging to live.

There’s something about your obedience that he gives into, his cock twitching deep inside the warm comfort of your walls and between your beautiful ass cheeks. He pulls out and pants, handling his cock as he paints your ass white.

The warm droplets of come make you twitch, but it’s so hot to be painted white by the man who praised you and degraded you all night long.

You’re a heap of nothing strewn about the mattress. You can’t seem to calm your shaky breath. You lay there limp, unable to move, unable to think. All you can think about is the man behind the mask and how irate and perverted he is. And how much you fell into his trap.

Shame twisted your guts enough, forcing you to get up and turn around and face your stalker. But when you turned back, he was gone. How long were you not paying attention?

You quickly retrieved your robe, forcing yourself to walk despite your legs feeling like liquid gelatin. Checking room to room, you survey your boyfriend's home and are left empty-handed. It’s like he was never here.

From the top of the stairs, you hear the door open and close.

“Honey?” Your heart sinks, hearing your boyfriend kick off his shoes on the mat.

Rushing down the stairs, you collapse into his arms and cry out of guilt. You tell him everything. Everything besides the show in front of the windows and getting fucked by Ghostface in his own bed. There’s more to leave out than to leave in, but the short story is that you were taunted over the phone by a masked man, scared to death, and begged for your life.

His first reaction was to call the police, and despite how much you hesitated, you let him. Two nice offers responded to the call. They sat you two down separately and asked you what had happened. You were wrapped in a blanket and your robe, shaking in disappointment.

It was scary, lying to the cops, withholding all of the truth. Making sure not to overshare any details. You also didn’t want to give away that you liked it. To the bone, you liked it.

You were hunted like prey tonight, used, fucked hard until you couldn’t breathe. Left in the dark, feeling a little crazy if it even happened in the first place. But you could feel him still inside of you, stretched and still leaking between your thighs. You tugged your robe tighter, smiling weakly at the officer as he closed his notebook.

“We’ll figure out what we can ma’am. For now, keep everything locked up. I wouldn’t leave the house alone.” You wipe away the mucky mascara on your cheeks and sigh, nodding as you walk with the officer to the door.

His badge read J. Miller. He was older, stippled with grey hair within his dark curly locks. He had an aquiline nose and plumish-rose lips. His broad chest strikes something somewhat familiar to you. He glances behind you at the officer who is still asking your boyfriend a few questions.

Officer Miller sighed, looking over the door frame curiously.

“Said you locked the doors?”

You hesitate but nod compliantly.

His pointer finger shapes over the lock, then the entry metal hinge. “No forced entry.” He notes, looking at you curiously.

You evade his eye contact and conceal yourself tighter in your blanket and robe. “I.. I don’t know how he got in.” Your eyes find the floor, planting themselves there as you stare at Officer Miller’s familiar black police boots.

He hums curiously, looking over you slowly.

“You’re tellin’ me everythin’ that happen to you tonight?”

Your doe eyes go wide, your head snapping up to Officer Miller’s. “I-I promise, please, Officer Miller-”

He holds up a hand to cut you off, and you weakly stand there with your lips parted. Then he starts to nod and slowly smile. “That’s a good girl.”

It strikes you like a bolt of lightning, fear and curiosity consume you. You hear footsteps behind you, the other officer, and your boyfriend, who collects his arm around your shoulders.

Officer Miller watches you with a glint of intrigue but nothing more. His eyes shift to your boyfriend’s arm protectively wrapped around you. It makes him twitch up a stomach-twisting smile before he turns to his fellow officer.

“Got everything you need?” Officer Miller asks, tucking his thumbs into the front of his belt while he observes the other officer’s notepad. The officer nods and places his small notebook and pen in his breast pocket.

“Got everything we need. You two stay safe.”

The other officer ducks out first and nods curtly, Officer J. Miller stands there a moment longer.

“Happy Halloween.” He said with a sickening smile. “Be sure to lock the door behind me.”

You gulp as you look over Officer Miller meekly before he disappears outside and into the night. Where he belonged.

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golden girl

wagner moura x reader

✨️ smut

- se eu ganhar eu transo com você no saguão do hotel. - você disse pegando o homem de surpresa, wagner te olhou com os olhos arregalados se preparando pra te perguntar quando você bebeu se passou a noite inteira ao lado dele, só pra te encarar bem e perceber que estava mais sóbria do que nunca.

estava bêbada e extasiada de alegria, afinal não era todo dia que uma série brasileira era indicada a um emmy, A Cidade da Fúria era uma série de humor negro, que ironizava tudo e todos, o projeto começou com um curta que contava com o orçamento de uma coxinha e um guaravita, feito pelas mãos e mentes audaciosas e ansiosas de estudantes recém formados em audiovisual, apesar dos recursos escassos contavam com um trunfo, um certo ator ouviu falar do projeto e quis fazer parte, se tornando um guia e mentor, wagner também usou seus contatos para empurrar um contrato em vocês, transformando o curta em uma minissérie em uma plataforma de streaming, e assim, 1 ano e meio depois você estava em um vestido preto que pagaria seu aluguel por alguns meses e brincos de diamante emprestados por alguma joalheria famosa sentada ao lado do seu produtor e agora amigo, indicada a melhor atriz em série de comédia.

a noite parecia um sonho selvagem, rostos famosos te reconheciam, pessoas que você admirava te abordavam e elogiavam seu trabalho, era facilmente o melhor dia da sua vida.

wagner estava acostumado a ter seu trabalho conhecido, mas sua diversão da noite era te observar, com os olhinhos brilhantes, parecendo que bebia cada momento como se fosse a última bebida que consumiria na vida, seu cheiro, seu vestido, seu sorriso, o troféu era uma sucata perto do que você valia.

wagner já tinha certa experiência com premiações mas sempre sentia um frio na barriga com a possibilidade de vencer e ter que ir até o palco discursar, ainda mais em um idioma que não o materno, essa era a mesma ansiedade que você sentia, queria ganhar, queria perder, queria subir e fazer um discurso engraçado, queria subir e fazer as pessoas chorarem, queria não tropeçar no vestido. seus pensamentos te consumiram a ponto de te deixarem quase inerte durante a cerimônia, até ouvir as palavras “melhor atriz de comédia”. o telão mostrava seu nome e algumas cenas que tinha participado, não era hora de ser modesta, você era boa, seus amigos eram bons, a obra de vocês era excelente, você queria e merecia ganhar.

seu nome foi chamado e você sentiu um formigamento por todo o corpo, se levantou em choque ouvindo os gritos e aplausos de seus amigos, tamanho choque a impediu de perceber que segurava a mão do baiano ao seu lado como se fosse uma âncora, também não percebeu quando se levantou e o levou consigo.

wagner não queria arrancar sua mão da dele, era quentinha e se encaixava bem, mas também não tinha certeza se você queria que ele fosse com você ao palco ou se só estava sendo levada pela emoção, de qualquer jeito se levantou e seguiu atrás de você, quando subiram no palco ele se manteve a uma distância respeitosa para não te distrair ou chamar atenção.

- eu quero agradecer minha família, que sempre apoiou meus sonhos e cultivou meu amor pela arte, meus amigos e equipe, que agora também são parte da minha família, e meu produtor wagner, que eu acabei arrastando comigo pro palco sem querer, você é o fio vermelho dessa operação, sem você nada aconteceria, eu te amo, muito obrigada. - enquanto saia do palco, wagner te conduzia com uma mão nas costas, as três palavras martelando na cabeça, “eu te amo”.

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- eu tô com uma dorzinha de cabeça chata acho que não vou pra essa after party não, vocês se divirtam jovens. - wagner dizia enquanto conferia a placa do uber que já havia chamado na pressa de ir embora, desde seu discurso o homem estava distante, pensando e analisando seu ‘eu te amo’, será que foi uma frase dita no calor do momento?

- ai eu vou com você, senão vou ter que lidar com esses meninos bêbados no fim da noite. - você disse, estava segurando uma caixa dada pela academia para os atores levarem o troféu pra casa, o homem engoliu em seco, não ia conseguir segurar a língua, ia falar do episódio do ‘eu te amo’ não queria estragar a amizade, mas também queria saber se tinha uma chance real com você, o mais velho seguiu na frente em um silêncio pouco característico que você não percebeu por ainda estar extasiada com sua vitória. vocês se manteram em silêncio a viagem toda, você em sua alegria, wagner em suas dúvidas, desceram do uber e seguiram, estavam no mesmo hotel, entraram no elevador juntos onde finalmente você quebrou o gelo do mais velho.

- tá quietinho, tá se sentindo tão mal assim? - você perguntou carinhosa colocando uma mão no ombro do homem.

- aquele eu te amo no palco foi eu te amo de amigo ou eu te amo… você sabe. - o mais velho cuspiu de repente te pegando desprevenida.

- wagner… - você estava tímida, mas ao mesmo tempo se sentiu ousada, você era uma emmy winner porra. - o meu eu te amo pode ser o que você quiser que seja.

o mais velho colocou uma das mãos na sua cintura e te puxou para um beijo forte e desesperado, dentes e línguas se batendo um querendo dominar o outro, o elevador de repente se abriu e vocês perceberam que estavam no seu andar, um abaixo do de wagner, você pegou a mão do mais velho, como fez quando o conduziu pro palco da premiação e o levou até seu quarto, abrindo, a porta com o cartão, praticamente jogou a caixa com o troféu no chão e empurrou wagner na cama, apoiando seu joelho na mesma, estava inebriada de alegria, rindo à toa, o mais velho pensou que era a mulher mais linda do mundo, vocês tinham troféus agora, mas pra ele estar na sua presença era o maior troféu, era como se você fosse uma deusa que desceu à terra pra se divertir e o escolheu como brinquedo, um mero humano fascinado pela sua presença, encheu o rosto do mais velho de beijos, só parando para rir dele coberto de batom vermelho, o homem sorriu e trocou as posições, ficando por cima de ti

- você merece o mundo hoje. - os dentes do moreno foram direto pro seu pescoço, puxando levemente a carne fina, você tentou passar suas mãos pelo cabelo dele, mas o mais velho as prendeu em cima da sua cabeça.

- guinho… - gemeu manhosa, queria senti-lo também, wagner negou com a cabeça sorrindo.

- hoje você só vai receber amor, princesa, esse é seu prêmio. - agora prendendo seus braços com uma mão, desceu a boca até seus seios, mordiscando e chupando levemente, sorria ao te ouvir arfar, pensar que aqueles sons eram graças a ele só aumentavam o volume em sua calça, o mais velho desceu mais chegando até seu meio.

wagner se sentia um homem morrendo de sede vendo um oasis, por uns milésimos considerou se não estava sonhando ou se não tinha bebido demais, não, aquilo era real, você era real, e era divina, sentiu seu cheiro por cima da calcinha fina, estava inebriado, se não estava bêbado antes agora estava, não se segurou e deu um beijo molhado como se estivesse beijando uma amante que não via há muito tempo e que agora voltava aos seus braços, sua respiração ficou presa na garganta e se segurava para não soltar um grito, sentia lágrimas nos olhos e não conseguia mantê-los abertos, apesar de não querer perder um minuto do espetáculo que era moura entre suas pernas.

- wagner, vai direto ao ponto, por favor. - pediu com a voz embargada, o mais velho pareceu acordar de um transe, sua calcinha já encharcada e o pano fino parecendo extremamente frágil, o moreno rasgou a peça e a jogou pro lado, não seria necessária por muito tempo.

a timidez não teve vez nessa hora, moura beijava, lambia e mordiscava, parecia ter esperado por esse momento por toda sua vida, te bebia. em certo momento começou a te foder com a língua, enquanto massageava seu clitóris, você não conseguia mais se manter de olhos abertos e inconscientemente fechava as pernas prendendo o uruguaio entre suas pernas, ele não ligava, a partir daquele dia o meio das suas coxas era o lugar favorito dele.

não demorou até que você alcançasse seu orgasmo, um gritinho saindo da sua boca, suas mãos saíram rapidamente dos cabelos do mais velho até sua boca, não queria que os grandes figurões de hollywood soubessem que você estava fodendo seu produtor, parecia clichê demais, além disso, não sabia exatamente o que seria com wagner, o que seria de vocês depois dessa noite, mas sabia que não conseguiria mais viver sem a boca e as mãos do homem, qualquer futuro amante viveria na sombra do que o baiano fazia com você, ele era o único.

- agora eu também preciso de alívio, você vai me ajudar gatinha? não precisa fazer muito esforço. - wagner disse enquanto se posicionava atrás de você e levantava sua perna, de repente, o mais velho parou.

- o que houve? - você perguntou, por 1 segundo se questionando se ele tinha se arrependido da pequena aventura de vocês.

- você tá muito quente, meu amor, deixa eu te esfriar. - o homem foi até a caixa que você deixou perto das suas malas, a abriu, e tirou algo de dentro, seu troféu de melhor atriz, a mistura de cobre, níquel, prata e ouro que marcava seu sucesso, seu ápice até então.

wagner levou o troféu até a cama e voltou à posição anterior, como se estivessem de conchinha, levantou sua perna e te penetrou lentamente, tinha consciência de seu tamanho, parceiras antiga faziam comentários, tinha uma certa fama na universidade.

- perfeito pra você minha linda, se encaixa tão bem. - você não conseguia responder, se sentia cheia, completa, não era o tipo de pessoa que dizia ‘eu te amo’ no calor do sexo, mas teve vontade de repetir as 3 palavras pro mais velho.

de repente você sente um frio na sua barriga, um frio literal, queimando sua pele quente e suada, era o troféu que tinha ganhado, moura passou a parte de cima do troféu pelo seu corpo, passando no vão entre os seios até o pescoço, enquanto estocava, finalmente levou-o até seu ponto, usou seu troféu para massagear seu clitóris, os detalhes em relevo auxiliavam na tarefa de te dar prazer, sendo fodida pelo homem mais belo do mundo, após ganhar um prêmio, sendo fodida COM este prêmio, se sentiu no topo do mundo, sentiu que poderia fazer o que quisesse.

- minha garota de ouro, sempre que você olhar pra esse troféu vai se lembrar de mim. - o mais velho dizia enquanto metia em você e seguia os movimentos com o troféu

de repente, o homem ficou mais rápido, e os movimentos no seu ponto mais fortes, era claro que estava caçando seu orgasmo e o dele também, queria que chegassem lá juntos, não demorou, wagner gemeu alto e abafou o seu mini grito, você se sentiu leve, seus braços e pernas formigavam, sua mente estava enevoada.

ele se retirou de dentro de você e te ajeitou na cama, você respirava fundo de olhos semi abertos, conseguia ver a silhueta do rapaz se ajustando e repousando sua cabeça no peito dele

- você é uma estrela, a minha estrela - foi tudo que ouviu por cima das batidas do seu próprio coração.

#wagner moura x reader #wagner moura #wagner moura x you #Spotify

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blackiron11 · 3 months ago

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Death's Lover - Chapter 1

A longer look on the emmy nominee series "Agnes of Westview"

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Prologue

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2026

No episódio de hoje de "Agnes de Westview":

Oh cidadezinha mais ou menos. Argh, as coisas que ela tinha que fazer por causa do seu trabalho... E ela nem recebia por isso!

Rio suspirou, enquanto passava pela placa de entrada de Westview. Wanda fez um estrago e tanto na cidade, Rio teve que parabenizá-la algum dia, ela era uma força a ser reconhecida; Três anos depois e esse lugar ainda precisava de bons reparos. O pessoal daqui também tinha espírito, basicamente todas as casas da rua principal tinham algo como "Wanda fede" ou "Morra, Maximoff".

A mulher encarou o papel em sua mão, conferindo o endereço de Agatha mais uma vez, antes de vê-la no final da rua brincando de detetive, ao que tudo indicava. Já que ela estava de pijama e um colar com um distintivo falso. Rio a observou enquanto ela analisava o que parecia ser o jardim do seu vizinho. O homem ao seu lado participava da fantasia junto com ela. Patético.

Rio revirou os olhos, se perguntando mais uma vez se isso era mesmo necessário. Ela estava aqui apenas por ordens superiores, mas a que interessava seus chefes que Agatha Harkness recuperasse seus poderes? Não é como se a bruxa fosse ser aceita nos Vingadores ou algo assim.

Bem, ordens são ordens. E quanto mais cedo ela se livrasse de Agnes, mais cedo poderia procurar por S/N. Depois que o blip de Thanos foi desfeito, as coisas se acalmaram, então a Morte finalmente podia relaxar seu lado. E ela sentia tanto sua falta que o coração dela doía.

Rio viu que Agatha ia em direção a uma cafeteria e aproveitou para falar com o vizinho.

"Por que vocês estão ajudando-a? Não sabem tudo que ela fez?" Rio perguntou arqueando as sobrancelhas.

"Ah, você sabe. Agn-- Agatha era uma boa vizinha. Prestativa" Herb falou sem se importar de nunca ter visto Rio antes. As pessoas gostam de fofocar. "O que Wanda fez foi errado, estamos apenas cuidando dela até que a SWORD consiga reverter o feitiço"

"Prestativa", certo. Vidal riu internamente, ela quase tem pena dessas pessoas. Agatha veio para Westview logo depois de Wanda. Tudo que ela fez aqui era somente a persona de Agnes O'connor em ação. E deve ter sido uma atuação muito boa para todos gostarem dela. Além disso, a SWORD não estava nem um pouco preocupada em tirar Agatha dessa ilusão. Por tudo que a bruxa fez, ela estava basicamente em prisão domiciliar.

Escolhendo não falar sobre isso, a mulher apenas concordou

"Certo, certo. Que seja" ela assentiu "E o que ela está fazendo ultimamente?"

"Ah, acho que agora ela é detetive. Acredito que está investigando a morte de Wanda. Nem sempre entendo o que ela quer dizer" o homem respondeu incerto.

"Sei..." continuou "e isso seria o corpo de Wanda?" Eles olharam para o jardim que Agnes parecia tão submersa antes. Herb apenas deu à mulher um sorriso sem graça.

"Se importa?" Rio tirou o celular do bolso antes mesmo de Herb concordar. Se Agnes achava que essas flores eram o corpo de Wanda, talvez essas fotos fossem importantes.

Passados alguns minutos, houve uma gritaria na cafeteria. Com certeza era Agnes causando confusão. Rio se dirigiu para lá a passos largos - Herb esquecido e ignorado - e entrou no estabelecimento a tempo de ouvir Agatha gritar para a atendente, perguntando onde ela estava ontem à noite; depois olhou para a parte dos cardápios e foi embora correndo.

Rio se dirigiu até o balcão, uma ideia em mente.

"Você pode imprimir essas fotos para mim?" Dottie a olhou desconfiada, pronta para dizer que ali não era uma gráfica "É para Agatha" Rio mascarou um sorriso doce.

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Vidal estava parada na frente da casa de Agnes, tomando coragem para entrar. Passou pelo quintal com algum custo. Estava uma bagunça, lixo por todo lado e grama alta. Aparentemente Agnes não tinha deveres domésticos.

A Morte entrou sem bater, encontrando Agatha sentada na sala falando com a parede e decidiu falar alguma coisa antes que começasse a gargalhar.

"Cheguei!" - Rio decidiu uma abordagem mais amigável

"Sujeita chique sempre atrai atenção dos federais" - Agnes falou ainda sem olhar para sua ex

Era assim que ela a via? Mesmo na ilusão, ela via sua ex como alguém mais poderosa, isso é interessante.

"Vai te ferrar, Chefe" - Rio não aguentou e dessa vez soltou uma risadinha. Tinha que entrar no jogo para saber até onde ia esse feitiço.

"Quanto tempo, né?" - ainda doía pensar que essa frase era verdadeira. Fazia séculos que não via Agatha. Desde que...

"O que faz aqui?" - retrucou Agnes, cruzando os braços

"Meu trabalho?"

"Você quer controlar minha investigação?"

"Não, você pode estar no controle, se é isso o que quer" Rio tentou dar opções, mas não pôde deixar de encará-la por um instante.

Agatha tinha olheiras fundas, cabelo despenteado. Claramente não estava bem. Wanda deixava as pessoas viverem no Hex. Isso foi bem mais... pessoal.

"�� assim que você se vê?" A mulher mais velha perguntou, um tanto preocupada. Infelizmente, mesmo depois de tudo, Vidal ainda se preocupava com essa bruxa.

Agnes parecia perdida com a pergunta, e franziu a testa.

"Certo, vamos falar do caso" ela não queria forçar muito. Pegou as fotos que imprimiu e jogou na mesa. "Não tem rastros do corpo, pode ter aparecido lá por magia" talvez essas palavras despertassem alguma coisa em sua ex

"Vamos focar na realidade, aqui" revirou os olhos "é tudo sobre a história do corpo, quem ela era, onde morava, os segredos que escondia"

"E quem melhor que uma cria de Eastview para desvendar isso?" Rio trocou o nome de propósito "você morou aqui sua vida toda, não é verdade, Agnes?" Talvez ela estivesse indo rápido demais.

Agnes olhou no fundo dos olhos da mulher à sua frente. "Eu não quero você aqui" se levantou e abriu a porta da frente de casa - ou a que deveria ser do escritório, Rio supôs.

Ficou claro que não conseguiria mais nada agora, então ela foi embora, mas antes: "Te veo"

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Rio não foi embora de verdade. Um pouco depois, Agatha saiu de casa e Rio entrou pela janela. Ela queria saber se ainda tinha alguma magia do darkhold aqui, talvez tivesse algo para reverter o feitiço. A bruxa verde saiu abrindo cada porta da casa à procura de algo importante - por que Wanda fez uma casa enorme dessas para só duas pessoas estava além da compreensão de Rio - e... Ah.

Ah...

Vidal se arrependeu de ter aberto a porta instantaneamente. Era o quarto dele... Nicky. Ela prendeu a respiração por um momento e as lembranças a invadiram em cheio. O único dia que ela não queria ser a Morte, foi quando teve que levá-lo. Ela não queria fazer isso, ele era somente uma criança. Infelizmente era sua hora.

Nicky é seu único arrependimento. O motivo pelo qual Agatha e ela terminaram. Claro que a mulher teria recriado seu quarto. Mesmo nesse lugar.

Agatha foi a primeira mulher que ela amou, mas depois de tudo que a bruxa disse para ela, depois de tudo que a mais nova fez... Rio tentou explicar à época, Agatha não entendeu. Rio não a culpava, sabia que deveria ser difícil ver um filho partir; porém não deixou de doer, ainda doía.

Harkness a culpou e provavelmente a culpa até hoje pela morte de seu filho. Mesmo sabendo que Rio não era responsável por tirar a vida de alguém. Nesse dia, o coração de Rio se quebrou e passou décadas pensando que a Morte nunca seria digna de amar e ser amada, até conhecer sua doce S/N.

Ela se sentou na beira da cama, com os olhos lacrimejando e segurou um desenho que ele havia feito todos aqueles séculos atrás, agora conservado por magia. Um desenho dos três juntos, "Nicky, Tia Rio e Mamãe" era o que estava escrito.

"Eu sinto muito", ela sussurrou, como se ele ainda pudesse ouvir. Como se ela não tivesse dito isso o caminho todo, enquanto recolhia sua alma. Foi ele quem a consolou no final.

Nicholas Scratch era o mais próximo do que ela jamais teria de um filho. Ela conheceu e se apaixonou por Agatha pouco tempo depois que ele nasceu. Rio ajudou a cuidar dele tanto quanto conseguiu, seu trabalho sempre foi muito puxado, mas pelo menos uma vez por semana conseguia ver seu menino. Eles foram felizes por bons cinco anos.

Ver esse quarto agora mexeu com a Morte. Ela quase esqueceu seu propósito aqui. Se não fosse o barulho de Agatha voltando para casa, Rio ainda ficaria ali um bom tempo.

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Vidal pegou uma caixa de pizza vazia do quintal e tocou a campainha de Agnes dessa vez. Ela não precisava se alimentar. E tinha certeza que Agatha estava com a cabeça tão fértil que veria pizza nessa caixa.

Agnes abriu a porta e tinha a mesma roupa que estava de manhã. Ninguém toma banho no Hex?

Rio sorriu. "Sabia que é uma verdade universal que uma policial não pode ser boa no trabalho e ter uma vida pessoal saudável ao mesmo tempo?"

Ela estava quase sem aguentar estar na frente de quem a fez tanto mal, mas quanto mais rápido ela tirasse Agatha do feitiço, mais rápido esse pesadelo acabava.

"Ótimo, eu estou com fome" Agnes deixou-a entrar e sentaram na sala. Dessa vez, Rio percebeu que realmente estavam na casa dela, segundo sua ilusão.

Agatha falou alguma coisa de tiktok e a mulher apenas riu sem graça. Ela não entendeu nada do que Agnes queria dizer com isso.

"Enfim, eu tenho uma teoria sobre o caso"

"Por isso que eu vim aqui" Rio jogou verde, enquanto fingia tomar qualquer coisa que fosse, no copo vazio que Agatha lhe deu. "Mas pode falar"

"Teve um acidente a uma hora daqui. Tinha sangue no carro"

"Onde?"

"Eastview"

"Eastview?" Rio repetiu "Pensei que você virava abóbora fora de casa" instigou

"Eu já viajei para vários lugares" Agnes retrucou

"Quais?" Agnes abriu a boca para responder, mas não saiu nada. Por que ela não conseguia se lembrar?

"Posso te fazer uma pergunta?" Agatha assentiu, atordoada. "Você se lembra por que me odeia?"

Rio viu ela tentar pensar "Não..."

"Está apenas mentindo para si mesma" Rio tentou.

Agnes ia responder, mas foi interrompida por um barulho e correu. A morte revirou os olhos. Estava tão perto.

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Agnes voltou com um garoto, colocou ele na sala e veio conversar com Rio na cozinha. Rio sentiu a energia dele. Ora, ora... Se não é Billy Maximoff voltando dos mortos. Rio deu a ele um sorriso predador.

Interessante que Agatha não conseguia ouvir o nome dele mesmo dentro do feitiço do Hex.

"Por "condecorada", você quer dizer em "suspensão não remunerada?" Perguntou Billy.

Rio sorriu, ele também tinha feito sua pesquisa. Garoto esperto.

"O que tava procurando na minha casa?"

"O respeito dos seus colegas e uma vida sexual satisfatória, mas você não tem nenhum dos dois"

Rio não esperava isso, então ela riu antes de impedir Agnes de machucar Billy ainda mais. Ela fez um sinal de negativo da cozinha, mas o que raios Agatha olhava tanto para o quadro da sala?

"Vou repetir mais uma vez, o que você está procurando?"

"O caminho"

Isso surpreendeu a Morte. O garoto tinha acabado de se esquivar dela e já queria correr novamente para seu domínio? Essa é nova.

"Que caminho?" Ela ouviu Agnes perguntar

"Eu não sei, você quem mais deve saber"

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"Do que você está falando? São só flores"

Rio decidiu pegar uma cerveja de verdade e apreciar o show. Ficou claro que ela não precisaria fazer nada para ajudar Agnes, a cria Maximoff tinha tudo sob controle

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"Caso encerrado, então?" Rio perguntou mais tarde naquela noite, vendo Agnes no "necrotério" - apenas um dos quartos da casa, cheios de flores do jardim de Herb.

"Como ela morreu?"

"Pergunta errada. Aquela bruxa se foi, levando todas as cópias do darkhold e deixando você num feitiço distorcido. Mas não precisa ficar aqui"

"Tá calor aqui" Agnes estava se abafando e tirando roupas metafóricas

"Isso! Usa as garras e sai. Havia duas desconhecidas nesse caso, e você sabe o nome dela. Qual é o seu?" Rio soltou sua última cartada.

Demorou um pouco para perceber que Agnes estava se aceitando Agatha Harkness e realmente estava tirando toda sua roupa.

Rio fechou os olhos em respeito, correu do quarto e fechou a porta. "S/N, S/N, S/N, S/N, S/N" Ela repetia seu nome como um mantra na mente. Você não poderia culpa-la por estar nervosa, se soubesse. Agatha é uma visão e tanto. E mesmo a Morte tem olhos.

Vidal não ouviu mais barulho do outro lado, então presumiu que Agatha desmaiou de cansaço. Ela passou pelo armário, ouvindo o garoto tentar pedir ajuda, mas nada fez. Sabia que Agatha precisaria dele para recuperar os poderes. Ela voltaria amanhã.

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Como Rio não perderia uma boa entrada, ela explodiu a porta da Ex Agnes e entrou. Ela também agradeceu por Agatha já estar vestida. Sai para lá, tentação.

Rio pressionou Agatha contra a parede, a faca perto de seu pescoço.

"Sentiu saudade?" Perguntou jocosa

"Eu te amo" A bruxa respondeu

O quê? Rio quase perdeu o foco. O feitiço tinha algum dano colateral?

Não importa, ela tinha um trabalho a fazer.

"Quanto tempo faz, Agatha? Desde que você adquiriu o darkhold e me deixou? Mas agora você o perdeu e está vulnerável"

Rio tinha lágrimas nos olhos, mas mesmo assim forçou a faca até tirar um filete de sangue de sua ex.

"Só fisicamente" a bruxa reagiu e bateu sua cabeça parede

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"Você adora isso... A expectativa" Agatha disse, se aproximando dela.

Rio deu um passo para trás, tentando colocar alguma distância entre elas. Qual era o joguinho dela? Fazer Rio se apaixonar novamente? Isso não iria acontecer. Agora e para todo o sempre, a Morte só queria você.

"Ok, Agatha, mas eu vou contar a elas onde você está"

Presentinho dos superiores.

"Quem, especificamente?" Agatha se aproximou mais para tirar o cabelo do rosto de Rio, mas ela se esquivou.

"As Sete de Salém. Finalmente Agatha Harkness vai encontrar seu fim, chega a aquecer o meu coração".

Ela disse isso da boca para fora. A morte de Agatha não lhe traria felicidade ou Nicholas de volta, mas pelo menos mãe e filho estariam reunidos.

"Você não tem coração"

"Sim, eu tenho, mas ele não bate mais por você." Somente por você, S/N. Vidal pensou, saudosa.

Rio pegou a mão da bruxa e apertou seu corte, lembrando a Agatha que ela também sabe causar dor.

A morte empurrou sua ex pro lado e saiu da casa com apenas um "Te veo".

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Chapter 2

Só a título de curiosidade, Westview ainda está assim, porque Pepper parou de ser idiota e de dar dinheiro para o controle de danos dos vingadores.

Também não entendi para onde eu fui com esse capítulo. Era para ser só a perspectiva de Rio das coisas, mas acabou se juntando ao meu prompt 8.

Ah, fico muito feliz em saber que algumas pessoas leram a história e gostaram. Obrigada, gente 😊

Acredito que vou fazer 9 capítulos. Tentarei postar 1 ou 2 por semana.

O que eu não descrever durante os capítulos, significa que é igual ao Canon.

Agora tô achando que usei espaçamento de menos, ai que ódio

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #rio vidal x reader #rio x reader #agathario #agatha harkness x rio vidal

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Piper comes home a few minutes later, and Emily jumps up to hug her. “Hey Emmy,” Piper says, hugging her baby cousin while shooting Cam a ‘what’s going on?’ look. Cam bites her lip and gestures to Emily. “Hey Pipes, you look pretty,” Emily says, eyeing the artsy button-up shirt her cousin is wearing. “Thanks. It’s nice of you to visit, Ems. Did Aunties Megs and Tess come with you?” She asks. Emily’s face falls and she bites her lip. “Um, no. I came here by myself to see you and Cam, and cause I wanted to talk to you.” Emily says in a rush and Piper nods, her eyes widening a bit. “Sure Emmy, let’s sit down,” she says, gently leading Emily to the table.

Emily takes a deep breath before looking at Piper. “My moms are acting so weird since we came back from Mt. Komorebi. They’re arguing, and Ma is cold to Mom and I caught Mom crying in her room but she wouldn’t tell me why. I just don’t know what’s going on and I’m worried that maybe-” Emily gulps. “Maybe they're going to divorce.” She says out loud, feeling a sense of relief to say it. “Oh Emmy,” Piper says gently, reaching over to put her hand on Emily’s. “Arguing doesn’t always mean a divorce. Maybe they’re just going through a tough time and working through their issues. I think if it’s bothering you this much, you should sit down with both of them and talk it out.” She adds, and Emily nods slowly, her shoulder relaxing slightly.

There’s a slight silence as Emily thinks, and she gives Piper and Cam a sheepish smile. “I feel silly now that I came here over this,” she admits and Cam shakes her head. “No, it’s completely fine, Ems. Pipes and I have arguments sometimes too, but the main thing is we work through the issues together and I’m sure your moms are doing the same thing,” She says, and Emily nods. “Tell you what, I’m going to see my auntie Iseul and I’ll ask her what’s going on, she’s best friends with your mom so maybe she knows,” Cam says and Emily smiles. “That’d be great, thanks Cam, and thanks Pie,” she says, using the nickname she’d given Piper as a toddler. “Of course, Emmy, and you’re always welcome here,” Piper says and Cam nods.

#ts4 #ts4oc #Cameron Kang #Piper Feldman-Chen #Emily Liao-Feldman

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sciatu · 12 days ago

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PREPARAZIONE TIRAMISU'

Prontu o prontu …. Anciulina jo sugnu …. Ti scuddati di canciari i batterii a l’apparecchiu pi sentiri. Mi senti? ANCIULINAAAA studduta chi non si otru , cancili si batterie E si chi sugnu jo , avi menzura che ti parru Comu avivi u cellulari a ruvessa … Oh ma ni fai chiossa i Giufà. Senti a mia, mio nipote Massimo, … si, si chiddu i Milano … si si … sta facennu u Masterri .. e chi ni sacciu jo quannu finisci … su cosi longhi … oh ma mi fai parrari o no? … Mi ghiamoi Massimo … comu Massimu cu …. Me niputi i Milanu , ma ta pigghiasti a pillula pu ciriveddu stamatina ? Scutami … Massimu, me niputi i Milanu , mi desi a ricetta du Tiramisu … u Tiramisu Anciulina, a totta chi pavesini … si, si chidda cu mascapponi. Allura ti dicu a ricetta … a pinna ? e chi ni sacciu jo unn’ è a pinna … a truvasti ? … prontu oh prontu … Anciulina … ma unni si … nenti a chista du critinu i so maritu ci fici sventari u ciriveddu … ma quannè cu signuri ni fa a grazia e su ricogghi? … prontu ma scinnisti sutta ma catti? Allura scrivi … Un chilu i mascarponi Otto o deci tazzine di cafè … eh cafè Na tazzina di Rhum … si Rhum … ma picchì c’ha mettere a Sambuca ? quannu mai a Sambuca si metti nte dolci … non è che si fanno i babà alla Sambuca, si fanno i Babà al Rhum … u sapia che a to maritu ci piaci a Sambuca ma u Tiramisu si fa cu Rhum … e ci dici mi nun rumpi chiddi chi nun avemu ci volu u Rhum e basta. Du bustini i vanillina … dui Anciulina …. E picchì ni vò mettiri una? … si dici dui su dui … nun fari a pricchia comi da cosa pessa i to maritu Pavisini …. Du scatuli … Cacau amaru in puvviri Allura ti dicu comi si fa: Pigghia u mascapponi ci metti l’ova, u zuccuru e a vaniglia e cu sbattituri giri fino a chi non fai na crema solida… si, voi poi sbattiri prima l’ova e zucchiru, sbattiri, e poi mettiri u mascapponi e a vaniglia, ma a cosa nun cancia :sempri na crema a fini tà truvari pigghia na tegghia rettangulari … e chi ni sacciu si chidda tunna vali u stissu? Va bhe pigghia a tegghia chi boi Ci dugni na spuvvirata di cacau amaru Bagni i pavesini viloci viloci nto cafè unni mittisti u Rhum … No non aviamu dittu Sambuca … Anciulina ma chi hai a Zaihmer galuppanti … dissi RHUM: …. Erre acca u emmi I bagni viloci viloci s’hannu appena appena bagnari e i metti in fila , unu arreti all’otru … comi un metti … nta teglia Anciulina unni i vo mettiri. Quannu inchi a teglia ci metti i supra u mascapponi e poi rincuminci: cacau spuvviratu, pavesini bagnati, crema e vai avanti finu a quannu nun ti finisci u mascapponi. A du puntu ci fai l’uttima spuvvirata e finisti. … si cettu chi l’ha mettiri nto frigu … sempri na crema è … Si, si va bene si c’è bisognu mi chiami … va beni daccoddu … ciau , ciau …. Matritta bedda , ma chiù tempu passa chiù Anciulina è studduta … tutta coppa i du strunzu i so maritu … ma Santa Matri di Diu, chi ci vurria a facci veniri nu coppu plopetticu a du critinu ? na paralisi ? n’anticchia di Ictus? … va bhe va, fammi fari stu Tiramisù

Pronto, pronto … Angelina sono io … ti sei dimenticata di cambiare le batterie dell’apparecchio acustico. Mi senti? , ANCIULINAAA , stordita che non sei altro, cambiale quelle batterie E si che sono io. È mezzora che ti parlo Come avevi il cellulare alla rovescia … Ma ne fai di più di Giufà. Ascolta, mio nipote Massimo … si, si quello di Milano … si, si … sta facendo il Master … e che ne so quando finisce ,, e che ne so quando finisce … sono cose lunghe … ma mi fai parlare o no? … Mi ha chiamato Massimo … come Massimo chi … mio nipote di Milano, ma l’hai presa la pillola per il cervello questa mattina? Ascoltami … Massimo, mio nipote di Milano, mi ha dato la ricetta del Tiramisù … il Tiramisù Angelina, la torta con i Pavesini … si, quella con il mascarpone Allora, ti dico la ricetta … la penna? Che ne so io dov’è la penna … l’hai trovata? … pronto, pronto … Angelina … ma dove sei … niente, a questa quel cretino di suo marito a fatto svaporare il cervello … ma quando Dio ci fa la grazia di prenderselo ? … pronto, ma sei scesa a comprarla questa penna ? Allora scrivi … Un chilo di mascarpone Otto o dieci tazzine di caffè .. si cafè Una tazzina di Rhum … si Rhum … ma perché devi metterci la sambuca) quando mai la sambuca si mette nei dolci … non è che si fanno i babà con la sambuca, si fanno i Babà al Rhum … lo sapevo che a tuo marito piace la sambuca, ma il tiramisù si fa con il Rhum … gli dici di non romperci quelle che non abbiamo, ci vuole il Rhum e basta. Due bustine di vaniglia .. due Angelina … e perché ne vuoi mettere una? … se dice due devono essere due … non fare l’avara come quella cosa persa di tuo marito. Pavesini … due scatole Cacao amaro in polvere Allora, ti dico come si fa: Prendi il mascarpone e metti le uova, lo zucchero e la vaniglia e con lo sbattitore e giri finché non ottieni una crema solida … se vuoi puoi mettere prima le uova e lo zucchero, sbattere e poi mettere il mascarpone e la vaniglia, ma la cosa non cambia: alla fine ti devi trovare sempre una crema. Prendi una teglia rettangolare … e che ne so se quella tonda va bene lo stesso? Va bene, prendi la teglia che vuoi. Gli dai una spolverata di cacao amaro Bagni i Pavesini molto velocemente nel caffè dove hai messo il Rhum … no non avevamo detto la Sambuca … Ma Angelina che hai l’Alzheimer galoppante? … ho detto RHUM. erre acca u emme. Li bagni molto velocemente che si devono appena bagnare e li metti in fila, uno dietro l’altro … come dove li metti … nella teglia Angelina dove li vuoi mettere? … Quando riempi la teglia li copri con la crema di mascarpone e rincominci: cacao spolverato, Pavesini bagnati, crema e vai avanti fino a quando non finisci il mascarpone. A questo punto fai un ultima spolverata di e hai finito. … Si certo che la devi mettere nel frigo … è sempre una crema … SI, va bene, se c’è bisogno ti chiamo … va bene d’accordo … caio … ciao Mamma mia, ma più passa il tempo, più Angelina è stordita … tutta colpa di quel suo marito … ma Santa Madre di Dio, che ci vuole a fargli venire un colpo apoplettico a quel cretino? Una paralisi? Un poco di Ictus? Va bhe fammi fare questo Tiramisù.

Hello, hello… Angelina, it’s me… you forgot to change the batteries in your hearing aid. Can you hear me? , ANCIULINAAA, you dazed girl, change those batteries Yes, it’s me. I’ve been talking to you for half an hour Like you had your cell phone upside down… But you do more than Giufà. Listen, my nephew Massimo… yes, yes, the one from Milan… yes, yes… he’s doing his Master’s degree… and who knows when it’ll end,, and who knows when it’ll end… these are long things… but are you going to let me talk or not?… He called me Massimo… like Massimo who… my nephew from Milan, did you take the brain pill this morning? Listen to me… Massimo, my nephew from Milan, gave me the recipe for Tiramisu… the Tiramisu Angelina, the cake with Pavesini… yes, the one with mascarpone So, I’ll tell you the recipe… the pen? How do I know where the pen is… did you find it? … hello, hello … Angelina … but where are you … nothing, that idiot husband of hers has made her brain evaporate … but when will God grant us the grace of taking it? … hello, but did you go down to buy this pen? Then write … A kilo of mascarpone Eight or ten cups of coffee .. yes coffee A cup of rum … yes rum … but why do you have to put sambuca in it) when do you ever put sambuca in desserts … you don't make babas with sambuca, you make rum babas … I knew your husband likes sambuca, but tiramisu is made with rum … you tell him not to waste the ones we don't have, you just need rum. Two sachets of vanilla .. two Angelina … and why do you want to put one? … if he says two it must be two … don't be stingy like that lost thing of your husband. Pavesini … two boxes Bitter cocoa powder So, I'll tell you how to do it: Take the mascarpone and add the eggs, sugar and vanilla and with the mixer and mix until you get a solid cream … if you want you can add the eggs and sugar first, beat and then add the mascarpone and vanilla, but it doesn't change anything: in the end you always have to find a cream. Take a rectangular pan … and how do I know if the round one is also good? Okay, take the pan you want. You sprinkle them with bitter cocoa You dip the Pavesini very quickly in the coffee where you put the Rum … no we didn't say Sambuca … But Angelina, do you have galloping Alzheimer's? … I said RUM. r acca u em. You dip them very quickly that they should just be wet and you put them in a row, one behind the other … like where do you put them … in the pan Angelina, where do you want to put them? … When you fill the pan, cover them with the mascarpone cream and start again: dusted cocoa, soaked Pavesini, cream and continue until you finish the mascarpone. At this point, do a final dusting of and you're done. … Yes, of course you have to put it in the fridge … it's still a cream … YES, okay, if I need to I'll call you … okay, agreed … ciao … bye Mamma mia, but the more time passes, the more dazed Angelina is … it's all her husband's fault … but Holy Mother of God, what does it take to give that idiot an apoplectic attack? A paralysis? A little stroke? Okay, let me make this Tiramisu.

#sicilia #sweet #sicilian culture #sciatu

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jesterday00 · 1 month ago

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Layton AU where I’m definitely not the first person to think of this, not by a long shot. Spoilers for like, the whole Layton series.

Ma and Pa Layton are able to adopt both boys and they don’t get separated, so we have Hershel (Desmond) and Theodore (Hershel) Layton.

Descole still exists, though he’s not a “haha Layton I am foiling your plans because I’m weird and evil”, he’s much more “I am specifically trying to foil Targent’s plans and trying my best to avoid as much damage and casualties as possible.”

The past events from Miracle Mask play out pretty similarly, however Hershel, who is 21 at the time, is visiting Ma and Pa when Theo and Randall go to the Akbadain ruins. Wanting Theo and Randall Bo be safe, he follows them from a small distance, just keeping watch.

He loses track of them when the fall happens, then catches back up as Theo comes out of the treasure room. Theo has a breakdown about Randall in the ruins, and they head back home together. Hershel was studying Archaeology but swiftly changes to a multi-track to Criminology and such. He ends up becoming Detective Layton, and heads the search for Randall and other Missing Person’s cases.

Theo still becomes an Archaeology major in Randall’s honor, believing him to have died like before. He becomes Professor Layton again, the whole Claire situation is the same, but this time Detective Layton begins a down-low internal investigation after Theo is assaulted. Once Theo comes out of his coma, he tells Hershel it’s fine, he’s going to give up his investigation into the explosion. Hershel, however, is enraged, and Descole starts to cause problems with Bill Hawks, leading to Detective Layton needing to investigate his own crimes.

Anyway Miracle Mask, it’s very similar except it’s specifically Targent leading Randall along, trying to use any of his knowledge of the ruins and the mask of chaos to their benefit. Detective Layton arrives shortly after Theo, Luke, and Emmy, claiming to have found a lead on Randall’s whereabouts. Technically he has, but he also knows Targent is involved with this Masked Gentleman.

So Monte d’Or has this Masked Gentleman causing problems, and then this other masked guy (Descole) interrupting the miracles and trying to show off the trick as quickly as possible. The whole spectacle is still pulling in tourists, because many of them think it’s just a fun thing Monte d’Or does.

Maybe it would be Miracle Mask where Theo finds out about Hershel’s second identity, but I’m not quite there yet. Anyway this is really fun to imagine lol

#professor layton #hershel layton #Desmond sycamore #Layton brothers AU #alternate universe #professor Layton AU #Layton series #Layton au #jean Descole #descole #Layton series spoilers #miracle mask spoilers #azran legacy spoilers #unwound future spoilers

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holy-puckslibrary · 10 months ago

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sid to a furry friend's rescue!

florist!reader gets flustered during sid's calendar shoot

parents mentors for the day

chief crosby's got a date... and its not with florist!reader

... was in a bit of a silly goofy mood, forgive me (and be sure to read the endnotes!)

gif from @littlemessyjessi

This is the last thing Sidney Crosby imagined he'd come home to: another man settled in his chair.

His cat is curled in the intruder's lap, and said intruder's hand is curled over your knee. And Sidney's soup—homemade and hand-delivered—split in bowls between you.

"Thought you didn't need a babysitter?"

Sidney watches the gleeful expression wilt on your pretty face—color drained like his bank account succeeding the egregious bid he matched to make bail—with equal measures of self-satisfaction and self-contempt.

"I-I didn't, I just—"

"Settle down, Chief," the ranger laughs. "I knew our little lady here was feeling under the weather, so I thought I'd stop by after my patrol shift and keep her company while you were indisposed."

Sidney glares into the bright cerulean eyes of one Anthony Beauvillier, a park ranger in the Atlantic Coast Uplands region.

If memory serves, he was recently transferred from Waverley to Blue Mountain but resides in Peggy's Cove. This is a 50-minute detour.

In the opposite direction.

The Fire Chief's jaw is painfully tight, his blood scalding. If it were't for his, albeit dwindling, sense of self preservation, Sidney would've marched up those two steps—recently refurbished at his hand, might he add—to forcefully remove the park narc's grubby paw from your body.

Mercifully—for all involved parties, you do so shortly and of your own volition before joining Sid in your driveway.

Guilt smeared over your sickly features, your mouth parts, an explanation hot on your tongue, but all that comes is a grizzly cough that stings Sid's chest just hearing it. Despite his vexation, he's patient with you; he owes it to you both to wait it out. He hopes this is just one big misunderstanding somehow.

But, before you're able, the absolute last person Sidney wants to hear from pipes up.

"Resting, ma biche. You're meant to be resting," Tito attempts to coax you back onto the porch—back to his side—with an outstretched, up-turned hand.

(my doe / my darling — reminder: see end for important notes!)

Not as quick with his French as he'd like to be, he growls at the perceived insult. However, rather than running his fist through the opposition's teeth in your honor, Sidney defiles it.

The park ranger, and everyone else who happens to be out and about tonight, are treated to an unexpected eyeful of their Fire Chief's innermost feelings rushing to the surface. They pour into your mouth with reckless abandon, unconcerned with his public image or the utter lack of privacy; this kiss could be broadcast on the Nightly News for all he cares.

All that matters to Sidney Crosby is making his intentions known, and crystal fucking clear. Staking his claim is just a bonus.

"Well, it looks like my work here is done."

At your dazed expression and Sid's bewilderment, Tito stands from the rocking chair with a genuine smile fixed on his face. As he deposits evergreen Stetson atop his wind-swept hair, he pauses.

"Y'all have a nice night," he winks with a tip of the brim, bidding you farewell before slipping into his government-issued Ram.

As gravel crunches under the vehicle's wheels, gears click into place behind Sidney's burnt umber eyes, now gleaming with clarity.

"Nate and Emmy." — Statement, not a question.

"Please, don't be angry. They just wanted to help because... because I didn't believe that... y'know." You gesture to the sliver of space that still separates you, a bashful little smile pushing up your feverish cheeks.

He couldn't find it in himself to be ticked off about your best friends' not-so-harebrained scheme—which, honestly, deserved more credit than he would ever be willing to give it—if he wanted to. Not while standing so close he can smell the PEI tulips you've been elbow-deep in all month, and definitely not having tasted the whisper of herbal tea lingering on your tongue.

Smirking, he closes the gap with a gentle tug.

"Oh, I know." Voice dropping to a thick hush, his lips hovering a lick above your skin, "D'you believe it now?"

The pinkish skin crinkles around his warm eyes as you pretend to think.

"I could do with a little more... convincing," you ultimately quip. "But, only if you're up for the t—"

The remainder of your cajoling is overtaken by a fit of giggles as he corrals you up and across the porch. The front door slams shut with a satisfying air of finality. Though, not before little Ember slips in with you.

Chief Crosby was thorough by nature, and he'd be damned if he didn't dedicate the evening to dispelling any and all doubts threatening to take root. Feigned, or not.

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gotcha! teehee 😋 sid really said sick germs?? no match for my LOVE!!! ALSO! tito anon, this ones for you bbyyyyy 💓💓💓💓

***** 'ma biche' was chosen because its typically humorous and rarely intended seriously, + can be considered majorly outdated (even by 60s sitcom standards)—and its not always romantic! ... it also sounds a lot like an english insult, hence sid's reaction lol (at least, according to my french-canadian grandmother who remains very confused by my random call for a french lesson on infrequently used terms of endearment lol) *****

as always, i would really appreciate if you reblogged my work, left a comment or dropped by my inbox w some feedback :) fandom runs on engagement, and so do writers!! thx a mil in advance!

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multifariousqueer · 2 years ago

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Hi can I request yandere miles(earth 1610) babytrapping his S/O?

Ahhh yeah babes!! This has been requested for so long so now here it is!! This is gonna get done headannon style bc it my acct and I can do what I want 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: babytrapping, toxicity, manipulation, fluff, messing with condoms(quick mention of smut but nothing more than one bullet point), YANDERE THEMES/BEHAVIORS(NOT COOL IRL), lmk if I missed one

Babytrapping with Miles(1610)

This man would do it because he doesn’t wanna lose you. Like especially if you’re moving or going to college, he would do it 10000%

Def slipped the condom off bc you looked so beautiful under him and how couldn’t he??

He gives me, he will go to the cervix and finish there

Will suggest you to take a pregnancy test and he’ll buy it for you

“Just to be safe, mami"

When he sees that its positive, he acts so shocked. Like someone needs to give this ngga an Emmy fr

“darn ma. I’m just as shocked as you"

You swear you did everything right and hes just sitting there quietly smirking to himself and thinking “thats my girl, fr now"

This man is the best future father fr

He will not let you go anywhere alone(or period towards the vey beginning and end of your pregnancy)

The reality of having a spider baby sets in and its a bit daunting but you help him get over it

You had no idea this was planned

Honestly, as much as I love Rio, she probably planted the idea in his head

“what? I want grandkids and Y/n seems nice."

Def does a TON of research on what to do for you and the baby

Will throw out your favorite foods if they aren’t “good for the baby"

“Mami, it’s not good for him/her."

Makes sure you’re comfortable and insists on eliminating all distractions and issues in your pregnancy

This man is so crazy about you oml

Will get defensive if people try to touch your stomach(even family members)

“we’re not letting people touch the bump yet, verdad nena?” “si"

You are sobbing and freaking out and hes there to calm you down

“calmate, mami. You’ll be a wonderful mami, I can feel it” “thank you so much, I don’t know what I would do without you"

If you have suspicions that Miles baby trapped you, he would get offended

“Why would I do that, y/n? Seriously, It honestly hurts my feelings that you would accuse me of that"

You apologize and he accepts

Y’all move out and move into a bigger apartment so that the baby has room.

If you drive, he insists you get a bigger car(and not drive during your pregnancy)

Has you under a spell basically

Keeps you safe

Will start isolating you after birth and making sure you’re all his ;)

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missezramay · 2 years ago

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ted lasso, post-finale thoughts.

I went into the finale thinking yeah, if the writing serves, I can accept any outcome even if it's not exactly what I want. Instead, I was hit with a plethora of mixed emotions I didn't expect to have. Confusion, anger, hurt, annoyance, small bursts of joy in between, and just deep sadness. Almost 20 hours later and I'm still incredibly dissatisfied and processing. For the most part, finales should provide a feeling of celebration and relief. I... don't feel any of that.

I'm just really trying to pinpoint why I'm so sad.

Of course everything inevitably has to come to an end. Of course Ted was always going to reunite with his kid. Of course it's not about winning or losing. Of course Tedbecca can remain platonic if that was always the plan. Of course that's the way life goes, but...

For a show (and this season particularly) that constantly encouraged us to 'believe' and 'hope' in the idea that 'everything will work out', all those 75 minutes did was take me on an unsettling, emotional journey for no concrete reason other than to mess with the audience (the opening scene was just adding salt in the Tedbecca wound I've had since S2). Because everything in a macro sense, "worked out". But the WAY it "worked out" does not sit well with me?? And it's supposed to? For a lot of people (on Reddit/Facebook, lol), it was enough?? Richmond not technically winning and Ted leaving like that without so much as a tear? What am I missing??

When I tell you I'm trying to embrace the good parts, I'm really trying. Yes to KBPR & the women's team, Yes to Colin kissing his fella, Yes to Rebecca & Mae & the guys owning the club, Yes to Roy becoming Manager.

So... why am I still so upset? Hmm, let's see.

The boys' musical number? The cutest. Ted didn't think so.

Nate's apology? Heartbreaking. Ted didn't bat an eyelash.

Rebecca begging twice for Ted to stay? Ted, absolute silence.

Beard staying/getting married in London to his toxic gf? Comic relief, haha, fine. Except Ted wasn't there as Best Man.

Don't even get me started on the huge disservice to the Roy/Keeley/Jamie triangle.

Now listen, I get that he misses Henry & Henry misses his dad. I'm not that cold. A father/son's love is important. It was always the catalyst for this show; for him to work on himself so he can be a better father unlike the one he grew up with. That's fine.

But on this particular week. His last week with his Richmond family. There was NO sense of him being sad to leave them. He can be sad about missing Henry but he can ALSO be sad about leaving. No, he just completely checked out. He let everyone pour out their hearts (Hannah's getting her third Emmy, mark my words) to him, and he just stone-faced the entire time.

THIS DOES NOT MAKE ANY SENSE TO ME.

The argument is that he was internally processing, he was overwhelmed, he was trying to distance himself so it would hurt less. Fair points, okay. But this is a television show, moreover, A FINALE. TV characters, while relatable, are heightened versions of ourselves, there so we can better process our emotions and learn to handle things better in our real lives. Ted deserved MORE dialogue and displaying MORE emotion than whatever this was.

We're never going to see him again. We're over here crying along with Rebecca, Nate & Beard, but he didn't sob once. Even though he spent three years building a family with them. I even thought, hey at least he left his legacy with Trent's book but newsflash, he wanted his name taken off that too! Complete erasure.

I just feel so robbed of better moments. Like there were nice moments here and there. But they could've been BETTER. Honestly, Nate & Rebecca's breakdowns were close to perfection, so much love there. But the lack of dialogue and Ted not reciprocating? Broke ME.

I just cannot. understand. this. choice.

Massive sigh. I'm just truly baffled by the way everything wrapped up and not getting the satisfied feeling that one half of the viewership got. Maybe I'm in the minority, but that means something. It carries weight. Also, for a "three-season arc" that was planned well in advance, why all the rewrites and parallels and fakeouts... it's just cruel. But as the theme says (and maybe this was a warning all along), yeah, I guess this might well be it.

This show has given us so much and the last season flailed for the most part. I don't want to disrespect the show by being negative and cynical (looks like I failed!!) or cast blame on anyone in particular. The cast/crew are amazing people and I'll be grateful for being a part of the journey but I'm just so sad and this feeling sucks and I will never get over it.

Going to miss them. x

#ted lasso #spoilers #thoughts #finale #text post #tedbecca #roykeeley #jason sudeikis #hannah waddingham

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zeroz2ro · 7 months ago

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"Ha nincs ősbizalom Novák Katalin és Balog Zoltán között, illetve nem cselekszik irracionálisan mindkét fél a kegyelmi ügyben, akkor ma nem lenne sehol a Tisza Párt, a Fidesz pedig alighanem 50-60 százalék között diadalmaskodott volna az EP-választáson. Ez persze a politikai következmények világa. Egy református értelmiségi csapat – Mogyorósi András korábbi Károli-dékán vezetésével – viszont a gyökerek felől közelített: közérdekűadat-igénylések segítségével próbálta megragadni a volt államfő és a püspök kapcsolatának intenzitását, a K. Endre-történet alapvető okát. A Balog Zoltán miniszteri kiküldetéseiről szóló adatokat velük együtt elemeztük végig, és kiderült: a volt tárcavezető 2012 és 2014 között időarányosan 2,5-szer annyit utazott külföldre Novák Katalinnal – akár kettesben –, mint a következő kabinetfőnökével. 2014 és 2018 között a már államtitkár Novákkal pedig többször ruccant el, mint az összes többi Emmi-államtitkárral együttvéve a hatéves miniszteri időszakában. " A Válasz nem írhatja le, ezért megteszem én: kivitte magával a szeretőjét külföldre.

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silvergolddraco28 · 18 days ago

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Hazbin Hotel RP- Ruthlessness- CH 1- Archangel’s Wrath

PS Remember i got more stars and prompts if anyone is interested in wanting to join in or do their own version of a story on discord with me!

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Idea- what if Charlie didn't survive the fall from the roof of the hotel?

Story Start

“…black...”- Talking

“…black…”- Flashbacks/visions/dreams

‘…Black…’- Private thoughts

{black}/[black]- shared mental thoughts

“..Black..” - Radio Cane/Songs/Recorded Voices

“…Black...”- speaking through all magic/speaking in a higher form/giving out an Absolute Law/Order

“…Black…”- yelling/highly emotional

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“Wah!” a young woman shouted as the roof she stood on gave way.

“Charlie!” another woman with angel wings shouted while wrestling with a one armed opponent.

“Charlie!” a male voice called from the six winged being flying above making a move to dive after the falling blond.

“No you don't fucker!” his golden winged opponent shouted and sent bursts of energy at the being keeping him in place.

Wide red and gold eyes looked at the figure of the six winged angel before the force of the air made her twist about and saw the ground quickly coming and there in her path was a familiar radio cane in stick in the top of the rubble sparking like a broken live wire.

A vision crossed her eyes. Her dad looking content and happy leaning against a familiar deer sinner the usual grin instead replaced with a soft content smile while looking down at her.

”Come on… you can do it… come to Mama…” her dad softly cooed holding his arms out to her. She shook her head giggling behind her little hands.

”No! Papa!” she giggled reaching to the deer sinner with a glinting crown weaving about his antlers.

The deer sinner's smile widened and he gaze a laugh, "told you she loves me more~" he said teasingly to her dad as he held out his arms "come on ma petite faon~ you can do it." He encouraged.

”says the one that had to birth her.” her dad shot back in equal amusement as she stood on wobbly legs and slowly walked towards the deer sinner making happy little bleats as she got closer.

The deer chuckled more and once she was close enough scooped her up in his arms. He rubbed their noses together. "good job, ma faon!" he praised.

”I wish Charlie could have met her…” her dad softly spoke with a sad expression on his face.

”Me Char!” she huffed pouting at her dad before her eyes looked out at the scene around her. They were at the hill of the hotel but a larger grander one had been built in its place and at the entrance was a golden statue of herself in her battle dress holding her shield and trident with Dazzle curled around her in full dragon form. Her eyes trailed up to the place Heaven took and her eyes widened at the way it looked to have been split into four chunks dimly glowing.

"she would have adored her." the sinner murmured softly his ears lowering a bit as he cradled the fawn close. He looked down at her as she huffed. He watched as she looked around before staring up at the shattered remains of Heaven.

”Emmy.” she reached for the shattered realm. She heard something shatter behind her before the vision faded from her eyes.

She grit her teeth and steeled her resolve as she pooled all her energy and her very soul into her chest. ‘Alastor… you better make my dad happy or i will personally make this your worst pregnancy in all of Hell.’ Charlie thought closing her eyes as her chest came in contact with the broken radio staff causing it to peirce right through her chest while shocking her with electricity and wild magic.

“CHARLIE!” she heard her dad’s heartbreaking scream as she felt the radio cane soaking up her raw magic taking her willing soul from her dying body to store in its magical eye for the time being.

‘Its alright dad… I'm just… gonna take a nap…’ Charlie thought as her consciousness faded away to a dreamless sleep while something she forgot seemed to break.

Hidden deep in the shadows Alastor's eyes snapped open as he felt the frayed connection to his staff flare up as a soul was absorbed into it, despite it having been broken. He jolted and pulled from shadows that desperately were clinging to him trying to keep him in the safety of them. They clingy to him dragging him down as he fought them. He knew they were trying to keep him safe, give him a safe place to heal enough. But he knew that soul. Charlie. He felt it as they're small deal shattered. Felt it as his staff latched on and dragged her soul in. The burst of power that came with it. He tore from the shadows throwing himself into the rubber eyes searching frantically until they landed on her. Slumped. Impaled on his broken staff. He was at her side in an instant pulling her to him "No no no-" he murmured "Charlie??"

Her eyes were closed like he was sleeping but the hole in her chest and the red and gold blood flowing from the massive wound. Her skin was cold as ice as she lay limp in his arms. His staff cracked to life.

”Your in charge till i get back Alastor, Princess’ Orders!”

Alastor looked at his bloodline staff. His eyes widening as he listened to the message. "Oh, ma faon... Im so sorry." He murmued softly holding her closer. Damn it. This wasn't how this damned fight was supposed to go. He reached out grabbing the half of his staff she'd fallen on. The staff he hadn't managed to grab before his shadow had pulled him out of danger. He felt a rage boil up inside him. Regret and guilt fueling it. He gripped his staff tightly and shrugged off the shadows as they clawed at him trying urge him back into the safety they provided. "Enough! Take her. Keep her body from being more harmed!" He ordered snarling at them they retreated at the snarl before carefully wrapping around charlie and taking her to safety. Alastor forced himself to his feet as three angels landed in front of him.

"I'll slaughter each and every one of you!" he hissed through his static form twisting and shifting as it took on his more eldritch form. The angels stepped back as he roared at them before lunging, jaws snatching one of them up and flinging her before he clamped down on the next ripping her apart. He tore into the angels clawing his way out of the debris. he spotted Vaggie pinned down by a one armed angel. He growled and lunged snatching her up and away from Vaggie, tearing her apart.

The broken staff in his hand warping and changing until it had a thick shaft with a trio of wickedly sharp silver and gold blades with a needle like spike on the end of the staff. Elritch green and warm gold came off the now trident-shaped staff with a long radio mic at its very heart.

”Hello and step on in

To the strange abyss

Your time's run out and just your luck you’re our new denizen

The devil's got your number

And it’s 666

So settle in, you can’t check out now that you’ve checked right in

You can try run from your damnation you beg and plead and swear your heart is pure you‘ll be redeemed

Oh it’s a sweet pipe dream

But hell will freeze

Before one of you escapes your new eternity

So settle in

To your new place

You’re here forever so you better get your act together as you keep me entertained

Still you take a stand

When will you understand

Salvation is unachievable

Why be something you're not

Embrace your given lot

You’ll always be irredeemable

Irredeemable

It's inconceivable

You're irredeemable

So irredeemable

I-R-R-E-D-E-E-M-A-B-L-E IRREDEEMABLE (x2)

I wonder why resist?

Why the coup d’etat?

But my warning and my woeing you deny, dismiss

Make a desperate wish

On the Morningstar

And it’ll talk right back and tell you that you’re full of shit

You had one chance to get your life right and babe you screwed it up and ended up with us all here

So save me your cries

And your petty lies

The devil's scary but it’s really me that you should fear

So settle in

To your new place

You’re here forever so you better get your act together as you keep me entertained

Still you take a stand

When will you understand

Salvation is unachievable

Why be something you're not

Embrace your given lot

You’ll always be irredeemable

Irredeemable

It's inconceivable

You're irredeemable

So irredeemable

I-R-R-E-D-E-E-M-A-B-L-E IRREDEEMABLE (x2)

What is it you don’t understand when I say eternal damnation? (x4)

I-R-R-E-D-E-E-M-A-B-L-E (Irredeemable) IRREDEEMABLE (Irredeemable) (x4)”

Tendrils shot up from the ground striking out as the now panicking and scattering exorcists. Alastor spun the trident in his clawed using it to slice apart the angels that escaped his jaws. One group that had Husker and ANgel surrounded where all impaled by one tendril and flung away. The music and static filling the area. Finally Alastor's gaze found the one he was looking for. Adam who was frantically dodging a nearly fully transformed King of hell until Lucifer managed to finally strike him send him crashing into the ground. Alastor growled and stalked towards him, eyes fully black no hint of dials as the eldritch ichor dripped from them. the jagged cut across his chest was still bleeding heavily and not had the black ichor dripping from it as well as the abyss magic held it closed. one of remaining exorcists dove at the eldritch horror only for Alastor to snap his head towards her snap her up out of the air.

Lucifer’s full demon form looked to be cracking and giving off a burning light as he slammed his fist into Adam’s stomach. ”MY LITTLE GIRL IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU ASSHOLE! YOU WANTED THE FUCKING APOCALYPSE?! WELL CONGRATULATIONS YOU PACK OF SHIT! YOU JUST INVOKED IT BY KILLING MY BABY GIRL!” Lucifer’s voice cracked and screamed while tears of pure starlight dripped from Lucifer’s face.

Alastor stayed were he was tilting his head. he wanted to be able to rip Adam apart. make him pay for forcing him into a retreat that left Charlie unprotected. But he wasn't about to interrupt the King. Adam tried to fight Lucifer off but was clearly taking a beating. The remaining few angels that were left alive dived at Lucifer with raised weapons and Alastor lunged snarling at them as he impaled them all on the trident in his hands before flinging their limp bodies aside and faced the ones that had retreated back to avoid getting slaughtered with their sisters. Their hesitation made them easy targets. one of them being impaled with several cards as the other two were filled with angelic bullets sending them plummeting to the ground limp.

The sound of shattering pottery came from Lucifer’s direction as the fallen angel seemed to have shed his physical body for a higher one. The form was humanoid in shape but looked to be a swath of the very galaxy cut from the earth’s night sky with a pulsing and raging star on the center of his chest. Six massive ‘wings’ were spread out glittering pure reflective light in each individual feather made from comet and meteorite tails while long flowing ‘hair’ crafted from the blending of the Aurora Borealis and pure sunlight. ”HEAVEN’S DAYS ARE NUMBERED NOW THAT MY CHAINS ARE BROKEN. YOU FEARED ME WHEN I HAD MY DAUGHTER TO PROTECT, NOW YOU’LL LEARN WHY IT WAS A BAD CALL TO TAKE AWAY MY BABY.” Lucifer growled shoving his hands into Adam’s chest and tearing him clean in half like a folded paper doll before he grabbed the halo of the now dead general and swallowed it. ”You wanted me to be Roo’s Son so badly?! Well bitches, your looking at the Heir of Roo!” Lucifer snarled at the few remaining angels in his line of sight.

The angels stared in pure fear backing up only to jump and scrambled to avoid a tendril that shot up and swiped at them. The rest of the hotel residents had gathered all with looks of grief and fury as they stared down at the remaining angels. Alastor bared his teeth is a blood thirsty mad grin. "no where to fly, little birds." he hissed out.

”I want every single halo that's not from a fallen ripped from their heads.” Lucifer coldly stated as he floated up gravity no longer applying to him.

"With pleasure, sire." Alastor chuckled. Niffty and Husk were the first to lunge darting with surprise speed at the group of angels Husk tackled one out of the air, claws gripping on to her halor and ripping it off. Niffty stabbed the angel she'd attacked as if they were a pin cushion before ripping the halo off. alastor's tendrils wrapped around the rest that had shot up high. dragging them down and sending them crashing into the ground to be swarmed by the remaining cannibals who tore off the halos before tearing viciously into the exorcists and they screamed.

He stretched out a hand sending out a pulse that pulled all the halos toward him in a swirling orbit. His chest slowly opened up revealing a neck to Heathers long mouth of glowing golden teeth as he funneled the halos into the teeth like a machine while above his head slowly glowing with cold white light and flames as blue as glacier ice was a crown like halo with slowly healing cracks taking form with each halo Lucifer consumed.

With the last of the exorcists dead, Alastor scanned the area. He could tell several cannibals were gone. And out of the residents they were missing Dazzle and the snake. His eyes turned up towards the portal still open miles high above Hell. The portal leading to Heaven.

”Alastor. Husk. You both have enough power to survive a divine portal crossing. We have a Declaration of War to deliver to Heaven’s Gates.” Lucifer stated to the two whole grabbing Adam’s torn body in his hands.

Husk and Alastor looked at the king and nodded. Husk flared out his wings and looked to Alastor who shook his head, black dripping eldritch wings sprouting from his back. With one flap he launched into the sky towards the portal following after Lucifer. He heard Husk take off flying after him.

"....Boss....You holdin' up?" Husk asked flying up next to him.

"Just fine, Husker. The madness isn't taking me just yet." he answered. well. Not too much. enough that the corruption was seeping through. the wings were evident of that. but he was a child of the Abyss. He could handle it. He would handle it until Charlie was completely avenged. Once every angel responsible for this was slaughtered.

Lucifer floated a few inches above a solid golden path gazing at a large set of gold gates now decorated with Adam’s split corpse with a small male angel shaking at the podium near the gates. ”Exiled Prince Samuel of the Morningstar. King of Hell Lucifer Morningstar. The Eighth Son of the Divine. The Forced Chosen Heir of Destruction. Embodiment of Free Will, Creation, Ingenuity, Creativity, Wonderment, Space, Stars, and Invention. I will pass wither my name is in that flimsy book or not Saint Peter.” Lucifer spoke his voice reverberating through the very air and ground as he floated through the gate with nothing preventing him from doing so.

Alastor and Husk landed behind the king. The eldritch deer locking his gaze on the trembling angel trying to hide from them. He swallowed.

"I-I.... I cant...." he stuttered. Before whimpering and waving his hand frantically to open the gates. "y-yes si-sir." he ducked lower behind the podium cowering at the sight of the three demons. Clearly he wanted to refuse but fear was winning out as the angel curled into a ball, hiding in his wings as they passed. Alastor glanced at the trembling angel eyeing him up before deciding he wasn't the best angel for a snack. far to scrawny.

”He is just the welcoming angel that checks to make sure the souls coming here are permitted and not flukes.” Lucifer stated with a slightly turning of his head on Alastor’s direction. ”Reduce your size, Saair. You’ll just make your wound worse.” Lucifer stated while tossing a spare halo to the deer. ”Eat that and it will help you assimilate the holy energy into your body and have it heal your body instead of attack it.”

Alastor's ears twitched and he looked at the king tilting his head. He huffed but did as ordered, forcing himself to shrink down though he kept the monstrous appearance. The abyssal magic was still flowing strongly through him. He caught the halo and eyed it, before biting into it teeth sinking through the halo easily as he broke off a piece and chewed it up. He felt a surge of energy, the burning pain he'd been ignoring in his chest starting to fade and he quickly finished eating the halo.

Lucifer gave a small nod before focusing back on the street as the winners looked towards him in both awe and curiosity. ‘Have they never seen a True Angelic form?’ Lucifer mildly thought but pushed it away simply to focus on his task of fulfilling that self-made prophesy Sera always thought would happen.

Husk eyed the winners, tail flicking as he took in all of the faces. Alastor scanned the winners curiously, folding his hands and trident behind his back as he tilted his head. He spotted a familiar looking pink spider winner that sort of reminded him of Angel. Husk seemed to notice her tooa nd blinked. "...That's Molly. Angel told me about her. she's his twin." he said. Alastor hummed softly.

"Perhaps we can bring her down with us." Alastor said quietly. it wouldn't due for her to suffer for Heaven's wrong doings. he'd wager all the winners were innocent of the crimes that Heaven Committed.

”Where are the High Princes and High Princesses of Heaven?” Lucifer questioned the growing crowd after stopping in what looked like city junction with several open shops and businesses. The crown like halo above his head grew even colder as he gazed at all the happy and oblivious faces seeing ghosts of his daughter in each winner.

A few of the angels blinked and shared looks of confusion. "Who?" one asked. "There's only the High Seraphim and the angelic council." they said.

"There are no princes or princesses." another added. "They've been gone for a long while according to the myths."

”Michael, Cadael, Jophael, Azrael, Raphael, and Gabriel are not in Heaven?” Lucifer spoke with a tilt of his head, like a confused black cat.

"No, sir. The stories say that they left Heaven long ago on an important mission." the winner said.

"We don't know much aside from that. many of the records aren't accessible to us winners." another added.

"Left on a Mission?" Husk stated crossing his arms. "...So this High Seraphim and council are the ones in charge? not like... God?" he asked.

"Hmmm no wonder Sera seems to have lost her mind. she thinks her self as God's replacement." Alastor said. "and sinners say I have a god complex." he added.

"Nah, your just fuckin' insane." Husk stated with a huff.

”Who here has the most following on their stream service? Including Heavenborn and any in the Exorcist Army.” Lucifer questioned aloud as the idea rolled in his head. It was fast an easy and would bring Sera right to him along with and reserves of the exorcist army.

"Oh! That'll be Miss Molly or Mama Sherri!" a winner said. Alastor's ear twitched at the second name. The pink spider who'd been watching flew over.

"Oh! I'm here! Mama Sherri's busy with her cafe. I can help with what ever you need!" she chirped with a grin

”Molly Rossaria?” Lucifer asked clarifying with a last name.

The winner nodded, 'Yep! That's me!" she said. "You know me sir?" she asked curiously.

”I know of you from an Anthony Rossaria currently residing in my kingdom down below. As for why I'm here… i’m here to get retribution for my only daughter being killed by Adam the First Man and General of the Exorcist Army that came down six months in advance to slaughter Sinner souls to contend with the current overpopulation problem in Pride Ring.” Lucifer bluntly stated while his eyes seemed to slowly be losing that human-like spark for a cold calculating being exacting their will on those that had done him wrong. There was a reason Lucifer brought Husk and Alastor along. To ground his angelic mind as he stayed in his true form without the limitations his shell brings out.

The gathered winners all stilled, staring in shock and horror at the words as they left the angel's mouth. Several over them sharing looks and murmurs of horror, all clearly unaware of what had been happening. Molly's eyes had gone wide, with horror and fear.

"Anthony is safe... But as his majesty stated... Our Princess was murdered." Husk said.

"Of course, Adam and the angels that came down with him have been dealt with... But we're here for more." Alastor said stepping forwards, letting himself brush slightly against the king. Instincts telling him to stay close to him to try and ground the other. Likely something from Charlie. urging him to ground the king.

”I know my daughter had said the angel council and the younger seraphim hadn't been aware when she came up a month prior to a sham trial on her idea of redemption. I was curtain the sham trial would have been shared to the populis of heaven by now with propaganda on why sinners had to be slaughtered to prevent an Uprising and the End of Days.” Lucifer spoke even as his cosmic wings stretched out to lay across Alastor’s shoulders like a blanket that gave no heat nor cold. Just a weight and the muted emotions of rage and mourning.

"with so many sinners in hell, it goes with out saying winners would have many family members down there. Any propaganda and excuse would likely not be taken well." Alastor hummed shift a bit as he settled under the wings. He could see the horror turning into anger, fear, grief and worry. No doubt the winners were now wondering how many of their lost loved ones were gone.

”I wish to send out a warning. Instead of Heaven coming down to Hell in six months time. Hell is fulfilling Sera’s self made prophecy she was so paranoid would happen when the Heavenly population only gets ten percent a year compared to the eighty five percent coming down to hell.” Lucifer spoke. ”Are you still willing to help the Devil himself seek out the ones responsible despite what is told about me?”

The winners looked at him. They looked conflicted and scared.

"...What... what happens if... if we don't?" one asked quietly.

"We are not here for you. but the ones that are the reason the exterminations existed. You all did not know until now what was happening, so you are innocent. you've no need to fear our ire." Alastor stated.

"That being said We can't guarantee your safety or you having a home after this war." Husk added, tail flicking. "You help us.... if your loved ones are still around, then You at least have the chance to see them again." he added.

”Never Question and Obey in Ignorant bliss or Question and bring out truths that will leave you Fallen and Exiled. Be as it may with which path you choose… my doors at Palace Pandemonium and the doors to my daughter’s legacy the Hazbin Hotel will always be open to those that seek shelter from Heaven’s Wrath and Supression of you individuality.” Lucifer stated. He tilted his head towards Alastor, a slight crinckling in his brow. ”Hold still Bambi you got a leech on your neck.” Lucifer grumbled as he reached out and pressed two claws against ethereal metal causing it to instantly decay at his light touch.

The winners stared at them before beginning to murmur to them selves. Alastor looked up at Lucifer curiously as he was addressed befroe tensign as the king reached towards his neck. He blinked feeling the deal he was in break. He reached up, shocked at how easily the deal crumbled. not even having the chance to activate at being noticed. "....thank you, Sire... It is... much appreciated." he said.

"....I... I wanna help!" Molly said, a look of determination in her eyes. "I... If Tony's down there... then Nis is too! I... I'll be damned if i let those angels up top get away with threatenin' my family!" she hissed.

”Then lets set up the stream. How familiar are you with musicals? I have a particular one in mind to use.” Lucifer questioned the female spider winner.

"Oh! I looove Musicals!" Molly said with a grin.

"They are quite nice." Alastor agreed. "I think i may know the one your thinking off. Shall I provide the music?" he asked with a wicked grin holding the trident out to the King.

”Let me fix it for you first Saair.” Lucifer stated gently taking the trident. ”Husk. What type of firearm are you most comfortable with?” Lucifer asked the ex-overlord as he reached his right side and ripped his smallest wing clean off his celestial body to use the materials on the soul tool. The wing turned into a blue tinted silvery metal with flecks of hell red as he pressed it against the trident staff giving it far greater ability to conduct magic and transmit radio waves in both heaven and hell entirely now that it had greedily bonded with the freely given material while it captive souls stored inside of it were completely absorbed from failing their ends of their deals with Alastor.

Husk blinked, "...Hand guns? Not much of a rifle man like Al is." he answered as he and Alastor watched him repair the broken staff. Alastor's wings shifted and his antlers creaked slightly as the souls were fully absorbed. He shook himself a bit and rolled his neck with a hum as he felt his power boosted from it.

”Western style revolver alright?” Lucifer asked while reaching for his top right wing and ripping it off once he handed Alastor his trident back. ”Ruthlessness.” Lucifer stated more towards Molly and Alastor as silver blood trailed down Lucifer’s back and right leg to drip from his ‘foot’ to the Golden Road creating a thin six-foot circle of dark blue ice. Lucifer was encoding the littoral icy wrath of a parent that had their child ripped away from them far too soon.

"works for me." Husk said with a nod, wincing a bit as Lucifer ripped off another wing. Alastor took the trident back and twirled it before slamming the end onto the golden road, green and red magic flaring to life around him, the speakers that were scattered about sparked before music began to play through them, echoing the song through out Heaven and even down below in hell as the radios there flared to life to broadcast the King's message. Molly fluttered her wings as she backed up making sure to get the three in clear shot of the stream.

Lucifer liquified the wing easily creating the material into a silver revolver with a black and white handle engraved with card suits and cat paw prints. ”Trick Shot… as long as you have dice and cards it will never run out of lucky shots.” Lucifer stated cryptically floating the soul tool over to Husk. Lucifer then focused his attention on Molly.

Husk accepted the gun, looking it over in wonder. He holstered it on his waist, "thank you, sire." He said. As Lucifer turned away he and Alastor settled behind Lucifer off to the right and left sides respectfully standing tall. Making it clear that Lucifer wasn't making this threat alone and had the full support of his demons from Hell.

”This… is a Warning to all involved in the early extermination that began one hour ago in the Pride Ring of Hell. As of fifteen minutes ago my daughter the Princess of hell Charlie Morningstar was killed by Adam the First’s Holy Light destabilizing the roof my daughter was standing on and falling to her death. All my daughter wished to do? Was to end the yearly Exterminations of Sinner Souls and make a peaceful way of dealing with Hell’s overpopulation. But her plan to rehabilitate and redeem sinners was denied to keep the slaughter and entertainment of hunting and killing sinners going. Coming to my realm six months early was grounds to break the contract. Killing my daughter’s Hellborn dragon? Retribution. Killing my daughter? War is coming and only the innocent will get away from this alive but with a broken home and a shattered leadership.” Lucifer spoke with promise in his voice. ”I have nothing left to lose. Six months. The exact date of the extermination wont be taking place in hell this time. It will be brought right here to the heavens themselves.” Lucifer waited to see if Sera would be teleporting to his location while unconsciously tucking himself under Alastor’s chin his wings closed while loose energy coiled around Alastor’s waist in a mock feeling of his tail.

Alastor blinked feeling the king tuck up against him and under his chin as they waited for the response. He hummed softly and purred wrapping his arms around the angel to hold him close, claws lightly brushing along the king's true form, nothing how solid it felt. His ichor dripping wings folded forwards loosely. It didn't take too long until the exorcists that were remaining ing in heaven flew down with Sera leading them. She looked panicked. Especially when she noticed the winners that had gathered around Lucifer and his two demons.

”You wanted War, Sera. You’ve finally pushed me to fulfill it.” Lucifer stated from where he was lazily resting against Alastor.

Alastor stared at the new arrival, narrowing his eyes. So she was the one whod let this happen. She was the cause of the exterminations and the early one that had taken their fawn from them.

"Don't be ridiculous. There's no need-" Sera started.

"No need? Charlie is DEAD." Alastor snarled cutting her off.

"The fuck did you think was going to happen when you allowed those damned angels to come down yearly?! That poor kid just wanted to help us rotten sinners!" Husk added fur bristling as he bared his teeth.

The seraphim looked at them before looking back at Lucifer, the fear being replaced with anger as she straightened up. "She should have stayed out of it. She was warned, and didn't heed it. She breached the contract by decided to fight back-"

”the hotel she stayed at and ran was part of the Morningstar property with my seal right on the front lawn Sera.” Lucifer cut her off. ”The contract was for an annual day each year. The deal broke when Adam came down six months early. I am unable to fight or gather sinners in retaliation during the annual extermination. There was nothing that said my daughter couldn't defend her own home and those that used it as a place to live or a recreational center.” Lucifer countered his voice level, almost unfeeling from the lack of emotion in it.

The seraphim glared as she was interrupted once more. "She chose to fight, and she died. Hell's population is far to out of control-"

"Oh please. Like we could even care about what your all doing up here." Alastor sneered. "We live our after lives just as your winners live theirs. What ever rebellion you think was brewing wasn't happening. Half of hell is too busy waring with one another most the time to care about what the angels do out side the one day they come down to slaughter us with out real reason. You and who ever believed that Hell wanted to fight you before now are complete imbeciles." he said. The angel's wings flared out as she glared at the corrupted deer.

"You will watch your tongue you retched-"

"Or what?" Alastor challenged with a wide grin, his body cracking and popping as his size increased again, towering over the king and seraphim as he lowered his half skull head down towards Sera making her take a step back. the exorcists raised their weapons.

“Listen to Saair, Sera. Heaven is now fully aware of how you act to those that don't fit your perfect mold of a blissful sheep.” Lucifer spoke dropping to the common tongue now that he had gotten his warning and most of his point across but staying in his Aspect Angel Form.

Sera's eyes widened and she looked from the eldritch horror to Lucifer. "....S-Saair...? No That's... That's not possible." she said paling. She shook her head before steeling her self. "E-enough of this! I will not let you threaten Heaven! I will not let you corrupt-"

"How could you do it?" one of the winners cut in. "We have family down there. What if they'd been harmed or killed because of what you allowed?" they added. The winners who'd fallen into shock and had been watching the scene in horror were finally getting their bearings.

"Why would deny them a chance to be redeemed and come back to us?" another demanded.

"Siblings... children... friends. All the people we've been missing and now we may never even reunite with! You took them from us with out our knowledge!"

"You killed his daughter just for daring to want to allow it!"

Sera looked around at the now grieving and angry mob of winners glaring at her and yelling.

“Dont you remember Sera…? I'm completely shit at telling lies. Most i can get away with is obmitting to having depression in my shell, constantly denying i have nightmares that leave me paralyzed with the pain of my wings and limbs being ripped from my body combined with the meteor hear of falling from the edge of heaven into the crater known as Pentagram city and skipping meals.” Lucifer bluntly spilled. “I don't even know who came up with that title. Father of Lies. Ha!”

Alastor wrapped one hand loosely around Lucifer keeping the angel close to his towering form. Sera looked at them before he attention went back to the winners as she desperately tried to calm them. The exorcists looked to the winners before turning on the three demons with snarls. Alastor growled and Husk put a hand on Trick Shot ready to draw it the moment the angels showed signs of attacking.

”Sleep.” Lucifer spoke out the command and the exorcists collapsed snoring.

As they dropped, Sera looked at them in shock before facingthe three and staring at them the anger and false bravado she had slipping to show the panic again.

"....We... We can work something out-" she started.

"The time to do that was a month ago when Charlie came up for that meeting. where you humiliated her and allowed Adam to threaten her." Alastor told her. "If you wanted to truely avoid this war you would havwe accepted the peaceful option of allowing redeemption."

“Six months Sera. Time is ticking.” Lucifer stated. “And since I'm the Devil you love to paint me as I give an offer to the Winners and Heavenborn. Call my Angelic Name and Title if you wish to leave for a place that's far more upfront then controlled by a mastermind from the shadows and lets you enjoy your freedom and independence then makes you live in premade molds.” Lucifer stated as he opened a burning red portal off to the side. “Ive said my piece.” He stated and motioned for Husk to pass through first.

The gathered winners looked at him, then at one another. As the portal opened they shifted and murmured amongst them selves. Husk moved towards the Portal ready to jump through as Sera stepped forward.

"you can't just-" she started to object before getting cut off.

"S-samael... of the Morningstar?" Molly spoke up seeming unsure of the title as if she were struggling to remember it as she fluttered over. "I... I wish to come back with you!" she said.

Lucifer gave a small smile gently tapping her halo and waiting as it changed from a typical gold to a swirling ring of red and orange. “Pride in yourself and the Wrath to protect your family fits you well Young One.”

Molly closed her eyes as her halo was touched. She blinked them open and looked at him and returned the smile. Husk smiled some before leaping through the portal. Alastor looked among the winners. he could see several seemed to want to follow but were still hesitant. He had no doubt that during the next 6 months they would have angels calling out to join them. His wings twitched, gaze looking beyond the gathered crowd as he searched.

Far in the back covered in a pale grey cloak stood a tall angel beside a older Doe winner who was quickly making her way through the crowd. Lucifer tilted his head slightly. “That your mother?” Lucifer asked.

Alastor spotted her quick enough and his ears lowered slightly. He'd much rather her not see him in such a state. But he was sure it was far too late for that. At Lucifer's question he nodded, shrinking back down to his normal height again as his mother got closer. he gripped his staff tightly feeling a nervous worry gnaw at him. He was sure she'd have figured it out at some point as the years passed and he never joined her in Heaven. No matter how much he'd hidden from her from his actions. She got through the crowd her eyes meeting his own and his ears flattened as he lowered his gaze.

"...Mama." he greeted, the distortion that had been coating his voice breaking and fading along with his radio voice. she always hated when he used the accent outside of work.

“Dont Mama me mister, come over here and give me a long over due hug before i start telling baby stories.” The Doe winner ‘threatened’ with a familiar smirk on her lips.

‘Ah that's where Alastor gets it from.’ Lucifer thought.

"I don't want to get the ichor on you..." he grumbled quietly, but listened easily enough. He pulled from Lucifer hug his mother, practically melting against her as soon as he felt her arms around him. He felt the black inky tears flow a bit more as a few tears escaped. He had missed her, terribly so. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into her shoulder, the corrupted form shifting and retreated ever so slightly as he soaked up her warmth. "Sorry i didn't make here." he murmured.

“Bah! You would have been bored to a second death in three months once the novelty wore off.” the Doe grinned as she pulled away and looked Alastor over. “Though it looks like i gotta start making more of my older recipients to get you filled out. You skin and bones more so then you were alive!”

He chuckled, "...Most likely." he agreed. He let her pulled away and look him over and rolled his eyes t her comment. "....I have missed your cookin', I can't get some of the old recipes quite right." he said softly. "Its the curse i got landed with. keeps me thin and in a constant state of hunger." he said. "I have it under control. I've been eatin' promise." he said catching her look.

“Dont think i didn't notice those knives for teeth you got Mon Cerf. You got the same ones your cousin does.” she huffed while nodding her head to the tall cloaked angel over her shoulder.

Alastor winced at her comment, "...yes well. part of the wendigo curse." he said with a chuckle. He then glanced at the cloaked angel behind her curiously. "...Cousin?" he asked.

“Cousin in all but blood.” she grinned as the cloaked angel pulled down his hood while chuckling.

“Honestly i’d fall more under the lines of a several-times great grand uncle, Sherri.” the angel snarked at the doe looking like a mirror image of Alastor but with a much healthier build, rich tanned skin where there wasn't much fur, silver branch like antlers shaped like a halo with long ‘willow branches’ embedded with emeralds shaped like leaves, his hair was a much paler red almost pink with golden tips tighly braided and falling past his shoulders under the cloak.

Alastor blinked looking the angel over, taking note that the other did in fact have the same type of sharp teeth that he himself did. It looked odd on an angel that wasn't fallen.

A small galaxy instantly pulled the other angel down, bending him to be level with Lucifer’s eyes. “…Saair…” Lucifer’s voice croaked while underscored by a keening bird sound.

The angel's eyes softened and he smiled, "starling." He said greeted softly.

“I have a sun… and moon…” Lucifer stated looking between Saair and Alastor. He turned his gaze to Sherri. “I wish to Court your Blood Son. May i have your blessing, Priestess of the Abyss?” Lucifer asked

Alastor tilted his head at the comment before his static gave a startled screech at Lucifer's question. Sherri grinned and chuckled. Saair looked highly amused at the clearly impulsive question.

"You do, Star of Morning." She said.

Lucifer nodded before he grabbed the two deer and pulled them through the portal.

Alastor blinkedas he was pulled through the portal still in shock at what had just happened. "What..... What was that?!" He demanded.

"That was our darling star acting before thinking." Saair laughed.

Lucifer’s left wing stretched out to playfully swat at Saair as the small humanoid galaxy gazed about the ruined sight and the remaining bodies the canibles hadn't gotten yet. ”Angel, Nifty, Vaggie, Husk, please gather anything you don't wish to lose and any of Charlie’s things that might have survived the Holy Light Beam.” Lucifer requested as Sherri came through the portal before it closed up with a branch-like snap.

The guardian chuckled at the swat unphased by it. Alastor rubbed his face winning as doing so results in smearing the black only substance on his face. He flicked his hands shaking the ich or off onto the ground as the others who were gathered together waiting their nodded.

"We... We got some stuff already..." Angel said hugging his piglet close with one pair of arms as one hand motioned to a growing pile of collected things.

Vaggie sniffed. "We... We can't-" she started.

"She's in the shadows." Alastor cut in. "I... I had them take her in.... To prevent further damage." He added.

Lucifer nodded. “I’ll deal with the bodies. Anthony why don't you and Alastor see about getting Molly and Sherri some thinner clothing? Hell is much hotter then Heaven given that Pride Ring at least is much more similar to the surface of Venus or Mars.” Lucifer suggested.

"We can bring them to Rosie's Emporium. She'll have plenty of clothes for them to choose from." Alastor said. It would be nice to see Rosie as well. He had to apologize for her losses and thank her again for offering her cannibals up to help.

"...you... You think shed be willing?" Angel asked.

"Of course she would. Besides, she's likely reeling from her own loss... I'd rather see her sooner rather then later." Alastor answered.

“Go and see her and have some time with your mother Alastor. Angel, you need some comfort from your sister.” Lucifer stated while waving his hand as a crystal coffin with etching of golden apples and feathers appeared at his feat lined with the softest silk as he tore off the rest of his wings to place within the crystal. “Can you release her body before you go?” Lucifer softly asked.

Alastor nodded calling on his shadows. They flared up instantly wrapping around him and Sherri pressing close to him with worried whispers and chitters. "Easy. Im fine." He soothed them. He looked over as Lucifer conjured the coffin and nodded. "Place her in the coffin dears." He told the shadows. They chittered before doing as told, several gathered in the coffin and dispersed leaving Charlie laying in it. She'd been cleaned up, the wound on her chest stitched shut and bandged. Alastor looked at her, ears lowering as he felt the guilt for failing her well up again. 'Im so sorry, ma faon.' He thought.

Lucifer leaned down pressing a soft kiss to her forehead while folding two of the wings over her shoulders as his power washed over her clothing making it pristine once more while he raised a hand summoning a familiar shield Charlie had been carrying along with a replica of her Trident as he lovingly placed the shield on her chest and tucked the replica trident beside her followed by taking her princess crown and replacing it with the black iron crown of the Queen. He reached above his own head and pulled his halo like crown from its floating place and with a sharp grist snapped it in two as he placed one half beside Charlie’s head and let the other return to its orbit above his own as he stood. “I've given my tributes… i’ll keep her coffin open for the next seven days for more tributes.” Lucifer spoke as he rose from the ground, silver blood dripping from where a nose would be on his face.

Alastor watched as Lucifer gave his tributes before summoning up a lifeless black and white puppet. using his voodoo and the abyssal magics, he molded it into two black and white dolls of Razzle and Dazzle with small radios on their chests. he stepped up and settled the two on either side of her. He tapped them and a instrumental melody of Inside Every Demon is a Rainbow, started to play. The song she'd been singing during the interview so long ago that had grabbed his attention. He leaned down resting his forehead against hers, a few tears dripping down on to her cold. "Rest well, ma faon.... I hope we meet again one day." he murmured weakly before he pulled back and stepped back over to his mother and the gathered shadows.

TBC…

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