#ahahaa I love angst

[quicksilverdrabbles]

To embrace your blood, and give you your voice (2)

Morana: *panting, watching as the dragon finally falls while bits of its flesh begin burning and flaking into the air* What..?

Mirmulnir: Dovahkiin?!

Kaidan: Dovahkiin??

*the dragon falls dead, its eyes focused on Morana as its soul is ripped from its body in multicolored streaks and absorbed by the plague doctor. Streams of yellow light bind themselves around her neck before disappearing*

Morana: ...???

Whiterun Guard: Dragonborn..

Lucien: E-hexcuse me, what?

Whiterun Guard: Ancient dragonslayers.. They could kill a dragon by stealing their very souls.. That's what you just did, right?

Morana: I don't know. It's certainly never happened to me before.

Kaidan: Take a moment to calm yourself, your handwriting's shaking.

Whiterun Guard (2): Eh? Are you sure she of all people is the Dragonborn? Dragonborns are supposed to be able to Shout.

Whiterun Guard: Oh, you're right.. That would be a problem, wouldn't it. A Dragonborn that can absorb souls but not Shout. It's.. kind of funny, in an ironic way.

Inigo: I would recommend you do not speak about this situation being humorous unless you want to lose your tongue.

Whiterun Guard: Huh? And what are you gonna do about it, huh cat? You would really threaten the guard?

Inigo: I will make good on my threats to you and every other person in Skyrim if you continue to insult my friend like that.

Morana: Blu.. Please stop..

Ingio: ... Grr.. You are lucky this time.

Whiterun Guard (2): Can you really blame us, though? She can absorb souls, but without The Voice, is she really Dragonborn?

Kaidan: You shut your fucking mouth right now.

Morana: *tries to write in her journal. Her hands shake, and she drops her pencil. Kaidan won't understand if she signs* ... P-Please stop..

Whiterun Guard: If you people are so eager to defend her, then let her prove she's Dragonborn. Shout for us.

Taliesin: *glaring, dagger drawn* She doesn't have to do anything for you lowlives.

Morana: F-Fus.. *Her breath comes out like a gust of wind, noticeable, but quiet and ultimately powerless*

Whiterun Guard: Ha! Was that your attempt at a Shout?

Xelzaz: Morana-

Morana: F-F-Fus- *coughs, reaching a hand to her throat*

Lucien: Morana! *runs to catch her as she kneels to the ground* Don't force it, please. You don't have to prove anything to these people!

Morana: *trembling* I-I know the word. I can hear it in my mind.. I just- I can't-

Lucien: You're only going to hurt yourself, though!

Morana: Why the hell are people only ever concerned about me getting hurt?? Why am I unable to do things without having to worry about how much it would affect me? Why can't I do this?!

Lucien: Because we care about you-

Morana: You shouldn't! With the way things are going, I'll be dead before the year ends anyways!

Inigo: ... What?

Morana: You shouldn't put a dying woman's wellbeing over your own! You shouldn't have to make accomodations for my weakness! I- *sobs* I don't want that! I don't need it!

Dovahkiin..

Morana: *stands up, pulling away from Lucien* Just once, I want to be able to put my pains aside and do things without suffering! Just once, I don't want to be a liability!

I will lend you my voice, Thuri..

Morana: Just once, I want to be able to aid you all instead of forcing you to worry about someone who should have died years ago! Just this once- even if it's only once- I.. I don't want to be weak anymore!

Whiterun Guard (2): Hey, is she actually saying something right now?

Whiterun Guard: I dunno. Can't hear her, haha.

Morana: SHUT UP!

Whiterun Guard: ?! Shit, she actually spoke-

Lucien: She's been speaking this whole time, you idiots!

Kaidan: Morana..?

Morana: SHUT UP!! SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP- FUS! *the shout leaves her throat in a much deeper pitch, hoarse and growling, almost like an actual dragon's cry. It knocks the two guards off of their feet.*

Whiterun Guard (2): Gods above- let's get out of here!

Morana: *falls to her knees, coughing and spitting up blood*

Kaidan: Morana! *crouches down, trying to wipe at the blood soaking her mask*

Taliesin: *kneeling next to her* Gods- Hey, come on, let me see.

Morana: *shakes her head*

Taliesin: Don't be stubborn, they're already gone. I need to see how badly you're bleeding.

Morana: *shakes her head again. She tries to speak, but only wordless rasping comes from her throat*

Xelzaz: How much damage did that Shout do??

Mirmulnir: *a spectre of the dragon rises from its bones* It was not The Voice that injured her.

Kaidan: Oh for fuck's sake, not you again. We killed you.

Mirmulnir: And so I have recognized the power within the Dovahkiin. A dovah without a voice is, mm.. Aan dilon dovah. A dead one. And so, to counter her.. nahlot Thu'um, her voice which has been silenced. She absorbed my voice, as well as dii sil, my soul.

Lucien: How is that even possible?

Mirmulnir: Mm.. Many things about this one are.. folaas. Things that should not be. It is only right that they are.. righted.

Inigo: So.. You are a good dragon now?

Mirmulnir: My voice will remain in the Dovahkiin's possession. However, this form is quickly.. fading. It is possible this will be the last I will ever speak, of my own accord.

Xelzaz: Oh. Well, thank you? For giving her your Voice.

Mirmulnir: It was not my choice.

Xelzaz: ... Right.

Kaidan: Er, hello? Can we maybe focus on the fact that Morana's spouting blood from her throat?

Taliesin: *removed Morana's mask, wiping at the blood properly with a cloth* We need to get you to Danica. We'll have her meet us outside the Temple, don't worry.

Kaidan: Up we get. *lifts Morana with ease, ignoring her silent struggling* Need to cover her face for her before we go back to town. That mask won't do until it's clean.

Taliesin: Use this. It's a veil we got for her a while ago.

Kaidan: I don't even want to ask where you got that thing. Fine.

Xelzaz: Here, let me at least give her a potion to try and stop her bleeding-

Inigo and Lucien: *trailing behind the group*

Lucien: ... Do you think we should tell them?

Inigo: ... Perhaps not. I do not think anybody else heard what we did, not clearly.

Lucien: They have a right to know, I think. If what she said is true..

Inigo: If she told us, she will probably tell them sometime after. Still..

Lucien: Do you think there's anything we could do?

Inigo: ... I do not know.

~

Inside the Bannered Mare

Danica: *sitting next to Morana on a bed in the private room* Gods, you've really done it this time, Morana. What on earth did you do to injure your vocal chords like this??

Morana: ... I got angry. And yelled. Tried to.

Danica: *sighs* Well, you won't be able to speak at all for the next few weeks. Not even whisper.

Morana: Damn. Thank you for your help, anyway.

Danica: Don't mention it. Although I would like if you would come for a check-up every now and then. It seems like your health declines more and more every time I see you.

Morana: ... It's nothing to worry about. I would rather you don't waste your time. You still have so many patients.

Danica: Right. Well, I'll go let your friends know you've been healed the best you can be. They'll be in in a moment.

Morana: Thank you.

Danica: *stands and leaves, clicking the door shut behind her*

...

Morana: *raises a hand to her face, catching a tear that fell* (No matter how I tried... I was still weak.)

[sleepychenle]

now playing… consume by chase atlantic

victoria. she/her. 20. argentina. eng/esp. won’t shut up about chenle. mdni. main: @spacejip

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disclaimer / notice! ★ i do this purely to entertain myself whenever i have the time so i won't really be consistent. ★ i just write whatever pops up in my mind. requests are not closed, but i can't guarantee i'll write what you're asking for (still, send em and i'll see what i can do!!). ★ i write for the groups i like, but since the list is SO LONG, just ask!!! ★ i love to yap so please, share your thoughts about anything with me :3 ★ my first language is not english, so i apologize in advance for any mistake i could make. ★ be kind :)) im a sensitive person ahahaa

masterlist below!

✿ - fluff / comfort . ☁︎ - angst / hurt. ✶ - smut / suggestive. ☘︎ - crack / humor.

›› NCT DREAM

── .✦ lee jeno after party ☁︎

── .✦ lee donghyuck yellow cars ✿ ☘︎

── .✦ zhong chenle bad day ✿ bikini shopping ✿ ☘︎ getting to know each other ✿ hot when not grumpy ✿ playing dumb pt.1 ☁︎ playing dumb pt.2 ✿ (not) so subtle ✿

── .✦ park jisung comforting you ✿

›› RIIZE

── .✦ anton teasing ✶

[masterwords]

Hi it's your friendly complimentary anon again! I'm too shy to unmask but thank you so much for fulfilling my request. It was so wonderful and beautiful as so many of your stories are. I LOVE your longer stories and series so I almost squealed with delight when I saw the treat you presented me with! I enjoyed it thoroughly! I'm so glad you were able to be inspired again! The Hotchgan community really are wonderful, both writers and readers alike.

I have another request/idea for you for when you have the time. It's a very ambitious ask this time lol. I would love an epic sweeping romance, from first meet to strong friendship (with an undercurrent of undiscussed mutual attraction) to Hotch divorcing Haley but she stays alive this time (all 4 of them have a lovely friendship - Hotch, Haley, Jessica and Morgan). Hotch and Morgan slowly get together, get married and have a long happy life to retirement and beyond. I guess it is sort of incorporating all your series but into one hahaha. I like angst but I am also a massive fluff bunny.

Thanks for all you do and taking the time to read my ramblings 😂. You are forever my favourite writer

Oh...my gosh. I'm glad you enjoyed it! I got a lot carried away but I had fun doing it. It's totally okay that you're too shy, but please don't feel like you need to be shy around me. I'm super uncool. ahahaa

Well. Ambitious though that was...it definitely struck a chord. I have IDEAS. So, it's going to be a multi-chapter and I posted the first today. I'm not sure how fast it'll see updates but I'm FEELING IT.

Thank you for your kindness and your support and encouragement and just...all of it. Thank you thank you. I really hope the first chapter hits the spot. I'll read your ramblings anytime anon. <3

Restless Heart (Chapter 1 - 5.3k words)

Masterlist: Restless Heart

[youkissedareaderinthedark]

heeey! i'm the Coraline request!!

Loved your idea of the end, one driver finds her and search help with the other. but make sure that the reader suffers ahahaa, I love when it's super angst

hi again! dont even worry about it, I have sooo many angst ideas

and by the way, do you want one driver to find her or multiple drivers? either is good with me!

[call-sign-shark]

Now with your explanations about the character, I enjoy even more reading about her. To begin with, the moodboard is stunning. I am captivated by the middle picture with the two silhouettes and the one at the bottom right. This conveys a sense of warmth and wildness but also a bit of angst I don't know why. One thing is certain; you are a goddess at creating suspense and mystery.

As for the blurb, I must say that I'm in love with your description of how she physically reacts to Tommy's presence. You really have a knack for those small but significant details. Her interaction with old Mrs Smith was adorable, as someone whose OC is also a healer (yeah in the magical sense of the term sure, but also who creates natural medication) you really triggered an immediate soft spot in me. Jaseh is fascinating -- I'm obsessed by the softness she exudes. I just hope these two will have a nice story but I must confess that I'm a bit afraid that Tommy cling to her and become a tad toxic because he might see her as the only way to feel alive and get "cured" from his trauma. Sorry I'm just speculating ahahaa

Good job Ari, I'm already in love! <3

Tommy Shelby x Jaseh Jesus

The familiar scent of herbs, tonics, and flowers enveloped him the moment the bell above the door chimed, announcing his entry. It struck him like a memory made tangible—sharp, alive, and unrelenting. Since returning from the war, he had avoided this part of the city—Digbeth. Once, he had known it as intimately as his own heartbeat, every stone and shadowed alley etched into his mind. Back then, he could have navigated it blindfolded, when the world still felt certain.

In the haze of opium or the pit of his lowest moments, his feet had nearly carried him here more than once. Each time, some primal part of him would snap awake, dragging him back to Small Heath—the only place that felt safe, even if it wasn’t. Digbeth was a chapter he had sealed shut, or so he told himself. And yet, here he was, standing at its threshold, the air thick with a fragrance that felt like both a balm and a wound.

The woman behind the counter was busy tending to an older customer and didn’t spare him a glance. It was as though she sensed his presence and dismissed it, deeming him unworthy of her attention. She hadn’t changed—or perhaps she had, but not in any way that softened the sting or stopped his heart from skipping a beat.

Her unruly curls were shorter now, though still as wild as he remembered, only more carefully tamed. She wore one of her signature dungarees, pockets bulging with the odd collection of treasures she always carried: herbs picked on her way, spare coins for beggars, and he was sure there was also her trusty pocket knife he had taught her how to use.

“Twice a day, Mrs. Smith—once in the mornin’, just as you wake, and again at night afore you settle,” she said, her voice steady and clear.

That voice stopped him in his tracks, freezing him in place as though under a spell. It was both achingly familiar and strangely foreign, like an old tune he’d forgotten or the soothing touch of a balm he’d long needed but stubbornly avoided.

“Thank you, dear. God bless you,” the older woman said, her voice heavy with gratitude as she gathered the remedy and laid down a few coins. The payment was swept into the till with practised ease.

“Now don’t forget, Mrs. Smith,” she replied kindly, “come back in a few days, and we’ll see if that cough’s eased up. And take things slow—rest as much as you can.”

The older woman nodded, murmured her goodbyes, and shuffled out, deliberately avoiding his gaze. He wondered if she, too, sensed the tension in the air, the kind that clung to old wounds and refused to heal. She slipped past him as though unwilling to disturb the fragile moment, and in her absence, silence settled over the shop.

Still, he couldn’t draw her attention. It was as if she, too, wanted to delay this moment, the same moment he had evaded for years. Perhaps she couldn’t face him either, unwilling to touch a wound that had never truly scarred over.

He stepped to the counter, feeling the air grow heavier between them. She didn’t turn. Instead, she kept her back to him, busily tending to the shelves lined with jars of herbs, seeds, and strange things he still couldn’t name or understand.

Under his gaze, he saw her back stiffen, her shoulders tensing as though she felt the weight of his presence. Then, slowly, she let out a sigh—soft, resigned, inevitable. When she turned to face him at last, her expression was unreadable, but her voice carried the weight of years.

“Hello, Thomas.”

“Hello, Jasie.”

I wanted to share this little snippet from the first chapter with you all! It’s going to be a while before I publish anything since I plan to finish writing the entire first part first. But I’m already in love with this new OC and couldn’t wait to introduce her. Feel free to let me know what you think with a comment or a reblog!

[redbeanboi]

Okay but that alt. angst ending with dead Reader, Heartbroken Giorno and a Giuseppe who wants to know about his mother gives me the same vibes as Thranduil and Legolas. This is just my take but I really think it’s an interesting direction to go towards and it’s really cool that you considered it at one point :)

omg..... thranduil and legolas.... nice connection!! I love it. :0 I hadn’t even realized that until you brought it up.

and now that you’ve brought it up...... I now have to draw Giorno as Thranduil and Giuseppe as Legolas....... Giuseppe the precious prince™️, the one thing Giorno’s wife left behind for him........ ooooOoOoo

thank you for sending this in!!!

[dangermousie]

He really is terrified out of his wits. And he should be, as this show might as well be called “Ivan Whumporama” and things have been going a little too well for him for the last ep and a half.

Aaaaaaa I am a horrible person who is going to hell, but since this is a rewatch and I know that Sexy Job the Spanish Edition gets his happy ending after all, I am giggling (and swooning.) Because of course, of course, Ivan is like a lightning rod for freak bad luck. He must have been a serial killer in his past life or something. 

I am sorry, I...I...I...ahahaa I will always be in AWE of the makers of this show who went “one horrible deadly fantasy illness is not enough for Ivan, let’s give him TWO!” clearly operating on the ‘buy one get one free’ sales at the grocery store principle that I previously did not realize also applied to plagues. I mean, even the makers of 1 Litre of Tears and A Moment to Remember, would be in awe of these guys.

Welcome to Hobson’s Choice...and you didn’t even need a philosophy class!

AAAAA! I swear to God, they only ended the show because they ran out of stuff to do to Ivan.

Forget getting out a spoon, I am getting out a soup ladle!

But honestly, this is my favorite storyline and so angsty and delicious and MMMMMMMMMMMMMM I love bawling over fictional people at 3am which this show provides me with and the angst vampire that I am, this is the BEST!

[iceglade]

yo this tarot shit has me genuinely so irl-stressed out bro 😭😭 i gotta either indulging in my hyperfixation fueled absolute-worst-outcome pessimism or get completely out of astro/tarot unless it’s super 100% /pos cos this is a horrible combination eeee

🌻 flower for you! tarot can be brutal, blunt, and harsh, and just out-of-context enough to only make sense in hindsight. thats just like life ahaa. i swear i also get way to stressed out (i am also too invested, ahahaa), but for me divination helps calm my anxieties a lot. let us help you :D tl;dr. the genre is angst with a happy ending.

you've struggled with insecurities before, and are right now, yeah? not just about the future, or about other people, but about yourself, too. its human!! the clearest messages anyone's readings always have for us whenever ANYONE asks about this topic is: so is dream. hey, y'know, both you and him deserve comforting when anxious, especially if you're scared about the future. even if you make weird decisions because of that fear. dream has baggage, yeah, but he is a hardy dude. he's willing to put in the work. you KNOW he is. he's defied fate before. and hes not alone.

if anything: (imo) tarot is like a pocket-sized mirror. its a small divination tool that you can use to see How Things Are At The Moment. try to think of future predictions like a motion vector graph - if you keep keep driving forward, you may clip the side of that jollibee

i try to keep a healthy level of skepticism, but divination on this topic it means something very profound to me, when everybody, over and over again, is getting the same cards -

"what will the meeting feel like": the sun. the world. joyful, full-circleness - it may feel to them like finally being free, or finally coming home.

"what is gnf feeling on this topic": the lovers. two of cups. queen of cups. compassion, unconditional love (p or r), experience and understanding,

. all of the above is no matter what deeply personal issue someone's cards may call him out for. tarot doesnt roast dream because hes malicious, or because it hates him. it roasts him because sometimes you get scared of the truth - and tarot is about as blunt a truth-teller as you can get. for all george's unhingement, he has this grace that people overlook because he hides it. his home-work seperation is strong. that's very very admirable! but we're not his friend. dream is.

dream shouldn't be scared of gnf. in the most pure sense of the word: he loves you, dude. whatever the situation is. he loves you. unconditionally. you. oh god. oh god. hoooh

its not just negatives that people can't avoid. but if theres one thing i can GUARANTEE: its that regardless (romantic or platonic) it doesnt MATTER, as long as they're together, the story will have a happy ending. they work hard and play hard, and they've done this for years. they are stuck together. forever. its too late bro!! they're stuck!! sure this is backed by astro but you can see it clear as day in what they do every day even unconsciously (i.e. obsess. cling. mutually!! and with full awareness of the other!! that is part of the appeal!!!) and they both represent something so earth-shatteringly important to each other, it makes me wanna shatter something.

"someone will stay by your side."

or maybe

"you are lovable as you are, with all your mess." or something else equally moving. but every possible is just as impactful as these ones. smth smth "yeah we plutonian. we leave deep lasting impacts on each other's lives that fundumentally change the other forever. keep scrolling." i know you're braced for the negative, but you cant escape the posi side of the wheel of fortune. you can try though. we can all try.

that's what brings ME comfort when doing readings, anyway. that plus this is a natural part of life. these lessons get learned by everyone. it just so happens that dream's is gonna be live and with FOOTAGE 😭 poor guy!!!!!/lh

. the genre is angst with a happy ending. watch how it plays out irl: someone will always surprise you. dream's too dedicated to positivity, and to george, for anything less than that. it'll be alright :O

[arahusk]

HELP I AM GOING NUTS FOR THIS FIC THE HUMAN!AL/MONSTER!HUSK SMUT OF MY DREAMS!!

(putting this under a read more because everyone should read the fic first!)

This is such a tasty build up to it all! The setting of Husk being a summoned demon that Alastor gets one night is such a fun premise. How even as a hellborn Husk is wary of this human who manages to sacrifice so much just to have him. I love that even before Alastor enacts the binding ritual on him, Husk is already being seduced. (And doing so in front of a grave omg so messed up it's beautiful) And just how Alastor finds his new pet so beautiful and irresistible. 🥰 It's the good stuff.

Aaa and the bet they have together that soon leads to Husk's downfall. I love the framing of that and how that leads into Alastor's scheme to bind Husk to him forever. Husk seeing the title of the book for a moment before being distracted by Alastor coming home was such a fun foreshadow for what's to come.

Also, I love that it's shown that Husk just lets Alastor hug him since he insists lolll.

Gosh and the way Husk is being tricked with Alastor giving him alcohol--and it was such a good thing with the story starting about how Husk is already becoming addicted to it early on. And Alastor would notice and use it to his advantage haha.

AND THEN THE SMUT. I AM DEAD. I am loving how needy Husk is for Alastor and also eager to please. And how the sex is intermingled with the violent ritual and Husk becomes intoxicated by the blood as well. Oh Alastor knows him too well, and he makes sure to give his pet what he wants. 👀 And then the moment when Husk realizes what's happened by seeing Alastor's demonic hands, how ecstatic Alastor is!! And the womb tattoo appearing, I am going crazy for that.

This was all excellent kinds of dark, manipulative radiohusk. Having it end on the imagery of a more demon-looking Alastor carry Husk is living in my brain. Poor Husk, I felt for him at having felt betrayed!! But the angst and everything is so good I will need to go back to read this for seconds and thirds.

Thank you for this tasty meal to go along with your art! It's so fantastic I'm going to be thinking about this for weeks ahahaa.

Full Moon

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: RadioHusk, in the context of human!Alastor x Demon!Husk, M/M.

Summary:

An unnamable force deep within Husk spills forth, completely alien to him in the hundred years of existence. He bites his tongue to keep the whimper from escaping, failing as he senses Alastor stepping closer. He can feel the heat rolling off the radio host in waves. The air around him turns hot and unbearable.

“You’ve lost the bet… “ 

Warnings: Dark Themes, mild Gore, womb tattoos, dubcon elements, alcohol use, body branding, alcohol abuse, domsub overtones, orgasms denial... sorry husk.

Accompanying Song: Full Moon - The Black Ghosts

“Not tonight either. You are to stay and rest.” 

Again? 

“For what?”

But the human only smiled before taking off into the yawning darkness of the night.

……………………………..

The feline creature peeked through the embroidered curtains.

He’s greeted by empty streets lined and lit by incandescent lamps. It’s 2:15 AM, the grandfather clock standing at the livingroom corner tells him.

He shouldn’t care.

Does not care for this human...

This human monster.

This devil.

Because there’s simply no other way to describe him.

The feline demon plops onto the armchair next to the window, grabs his moonshine jar - an offering from his master - gives it a long gulp, lets the liquid travel down his throat in its burning liquid path. He’s become dependent on inebriating indulgences, so much so that even this horrid contraband booze tastes far better than the poison from his native realm, freely facilitated to him by his accommodating host after commenting so one day.

His body relaxes after a few quiet moments, stares at nothing in particular in the room. A soothing evening breeze comes through the open window, glad the constricting humid heat of the day has finally been chased away, finding it unbearable under his fur.

The broadcast ended hours ago...

Golden eyes return to the half empty jar in the demon’s large clawed paw, then survey his surroundings for what feels like the hundredth time that night, looks on the house he's confined in—having quickly learned the limits of his freedom when the manacle, symbol of their agreement, was painfully pulled last Hallow’s Eve when he decided to took a stroll alone to partake in the festivities.

The fury in the human’s eyes had been indescribable.

There, on the wall above the fireplace hangs his mother’s portrait. A warm smile gives life to an elegant woman, her beauty unmarred by age at the time the picture was taken. She appears so different from her son, superficially charming as he was. A morbid curiosity innate to the demon wonders what she would think if she knew of the ghastly crimes her child enacts out in the wetlands at night. ‘Where had she gone wrong?!’ He pictures her wailing upon finding the truth. And if he were allowed to be there he would console her, rub her sobbing back, tell her that some souls are just born like that; cruelly wicked. Wrong. 

Or perhaps his master' nature originated from a different realm altogether. 

For you see, the blood sacrifice required to bring him forth was no small amount, thus the heathen creature fully expected to see a covenant of mortals prostrated before the Calling altar.

Yet what greeted him was a single young man.

With a single perfect smile.

Unperturbed by the eviscerated corpses around him.

-

A distant obnoxious cackle made his ear twitch to attention, looking outside once more only shows a young couple zig-zagging down the street, remarkably drunk to any onlooker. That could mean a whole lot of trouble in this territory and era. But they were safe with only him as witness.

How long had it been since the odious night of his Calling? He asks wordlessly at the taxidermized stag head staring from the other side of the room, the one fellow companion he's had since his arrival as a single night bled onto the other and then another, one week, two weeks, a month, two months… almost a year.

The macabre radio host’s sadism and terror only grew now with the powers of the supernatural aiding his hunts, much taken from the cat demon’s own reservoir.

It was bizarre.

Frightening, truly.

The way he killed, without hesitation nor remorse—delighted in the muted wet sound of flesh pierced by the blunt force of his hatchet. Laughter intermingled with his victim's screams as the feline looked on mesmerized hidden among the trees, entertaining the possibility that the universal order which ruled all might have made a grave mistake with this one; making him a man when he should have spawned into existence as a demonic lord...

And then there was the matter of his summoning.

“Why did you call for me?” 

He asked upon the first night, arms crossed allowing himself to be carried like a bride through marshes and overhanging branches. He was fully prepared to trick the human out of his soul right then and there depending on his answer, as permitted within the conditions of his contract, already thinking of the man as another addition to his repertoire of the damned.

“You must have want for something. Everybody does.”

But nothing could have prepared him for the answer provided.

“Why I seek company, of course!” A smile split his summoner’s face. “Somebody I can trust, somebody who revels in the perverse as much as I.”

The demon let out belting laughter in the murderer's arms still, head thrown back, causing the quaint top black hat previously belonging to a pile of flesh left behind falling to the mossy earth below.

“No mortal is more twisted than a hellborn, human.”

The human’s face froze in a close mouthed grin, standing under the moonlight, his eyes lit crimson lit by the remnants of the blasphemous conjuring from an hour prior.

“I can prove you wrong, mon chéri.” A scoff. “Do you fancy waging a bet?”

Isn’t that what he should be offering instead? “Of course. Isn’t that why you called? I’ll be considerate and give you a year to ‘prove me wrong.’” He answered confidently, examining the tips of his clawed paw. This was too easy. “Though I will require a tribute every other night if you wish to keep me until the day I take your soul.” He smirked, victorious, showing off two rows of sharp fanged teeth.

A pause. Hesitation perhaps? But the notion was snuffed out by mirthful laughter instead. “My, you’re quite self-assured, aren’t you, kitty cat? I can already tell, we’ll get along marvelously!”

And that had been the end of everything for the winged being, hadn’t even given a second thought to the first answer received…

……………………………..

It happened one night.

Clumsily bumping against trees, the radio host stumbled among the green shrubs in high spirit, the exhilaration of the night’s hunt still coursing through his veins under an overcast night sky. An empty bottle of gin hung loosely from his blood stained hand with the demon begrudging him for finishing the last sip as he finished burying another poor bastard in a makeshift grave. The second one that week.

His master responded by grabbing him.

A firm arm ensnared his waist, dropping the emptied bottle to the ground as he tangled his other hand with his, pulling the creature against his chest. The smell of alcohol intermingled with the man’s cologne alongside the coppery smell of blood.

Then he sang, drawled bits and pieces of the tune he played daily in his radio programme. 

“Alastor, let go!” He was ignored. “You’re drunk!” He urged, as if he was faring any better.

“Drunk for you, drunk… on you~... You make a winner, a winner, my doll~!“ The radio host continued on, a warm cheek pressed against his fur. “My sweet, sweet Husker.”

“‘Told you to call me Husk. And my powers don’t make you invisible, dumbass, we need to hurr— !!” He tried shoving the other away, but the hold on him remained as one of their feet caught on a protruding root on the ground. The fall dragged both of them onto disturbed earth - a mess of limbs, feathers and fur - right above their latest victim’s final resting place. Laughter erupted from the human laying below him. The demon grumbled out a curse, moved to unmount his captor only to find a pair hands splayed at the base of his waist.

“Hey!“

The protest was cut short when he felt a warm hand slowly snake up his chest, parting the white fur there as Alastor beheld his inhuman form with uncanny intensity, eyes aglow behind round glasses. They spoke of hunger of an entirely different kind, immediately putting the demon on edge.

But there was also something else, something strange and not entirely unpleasant; lascivious and primal in essence. 

That's when Husk realized that he’d felt that same stare from the man before, but always assumed it to be mere curiosity and nothing more—only then did it dawn on him what the deviant stare meant, the desire held within.

“You're such a beautiful creature. I wish to have you tonight.” He stated in a hoarse whisper.

The firm warmth nestled between his legs suddenly obvious when the creature was dragged by the waist along the other's growing arousal. Gasping, his clawed paws came to rest against the human’s chest.

“Are you mad?! That’s not— !!“ Another deliberately slow motion. Another sharp intake of breath.

”Not what?” He mocked through a restrained grin. “You said anything I wanted... pleased as you were before with my offering today.”

He did indeed say as much, inebriated as he had been on the gin… still is. 

“Only the wicked wish to lay with our kind.” He tried as a last resort, as if appealing to the man’s already eroded sense of decency would deter him when heaps of bodies lay buried throughout the forest.

Alastor did not grace him with a verbal response, sat up with the unnerving grace only he seemed to possess and sealed their lips together in an open mouth kiss.

Many nights passed like that thereafter.

The grip on his torso, hips, legs, and wings became familiar, expected - desired even -  at almost every sundown. Sometimes right after a kill in the woods. Red smearing over his soft fur, heady pleasure coursing through him, coming undone in a way no one had quite made him do before.

And that very thought perturbed him whenever sense returned to him, stalkingly aware that control was slowly slipping away from the night creature as his own craving of not only the meals offered but of the man himself also grew in tandem. However, all caution was thrown to wind the moment his knees folded against his ears, at odd hours of the night and every room of the house - even the shed among dismembered remains. He reasoned to himself that it must have been the chase, it must have been the savagery, or the unscrupulous nature the other displayed during the hunts that got to him. Exhilarating but something the demon could easily do without once the human’s soul was his, or so he thiughr. It shouldn't be too long from now…

“Have you been with other humans?” 

The question came one night, in between unrestful sleep in his master’s bed, had not noticed the other wide awake as he laid unmoving.

“I’m no damn incubus. So no.” Was his grumbled answer, and then with a yawn, “But I might now that I got a taste for it, maybe on my next Calling.” 

Silence followed, sleep overtaking him.

He wasn’t taken on the next hunt after that, nor the one the week after, nor the week after that. Nor the months after.

Alastor had taken to shutting himself up in his study for most of the day and some nights too, foregoing even attending the speakeasies he so dearly loved, bringing new tomes to pour over on the regular. Alongside liquor for him too.

How and from where he got either of them, Husk never knew nor cared to ask.

……………………………..

He’s in his master’s study now looking through the books and notes splayed over his desk; All are concerning the dark arts… all obsessively studied as revealed by the moon’s light from outside.

But to what end now? Hadn’t he already succeeded in a summon?

Then again, he’d never directly met a human quite like the radio host in the hundreds of years the winged demon had come into existence. One so devoted to the arcane out of sheer boredom, causing chaos for mere entertainment with little gain other than unabated fear from the masses at the whisperings of his crimes. There was no drive for riches when he already had enough to live a comfortable life, nor need for social capital when the entirety of the community already knew him, adored him even. And perhaps that’s what makes him so unnerving, not knowing what motivation drove the wickedness in the man. There's a bottomless abyss where his heart should be, he thought, chilling to think what could such a man accomplish with such dark power, having no qualms of using the occult to fill the void of his obscure agenda.

Almost a pity he can’t get too far with an already compromised soul.

Husk smirks to himself, until his eyes land on a new addition to the collection of tomes on the table:

Sigils of Domination: Everlasting Binding Rites.

…

What—

The front door slams open.

Husk hurries, emerging from the study to see Alastor’s silhouette entering.

“Husker!” A radiant manic smile shoots his way after tossing a small sack of something onto the living room floor. Husk pays it no mind as annoyance quickly takes over the demon by all the racket being made. “You waited up for me! Aww, you shouldn’t have!” He divests off a thick trench coat, opening his long slender arms walking towards him. Crimson splatters cover his vest and leather clad hands, quiet evidence of the reason for his delay.

Husk permits the hug, has learned it is much easier to let him indulge.

“Oh please, you would have woken me up anyway, surprised it hasn't anyone else yet.”

The human tilts his head to the side pulling away from him, softly pinching one of his feline ears. “Whatever you say, dear.”

The demon swats the hand away, promptly goes to put logs in the chimney, starting a kindling fire. Figures they’ll need it to rid the sack’s contents, and does not register the pair of eyes following his every move.

Soon though, they shift to the jar of moonshine set next to him over the rug. Alastor takes it, leans back just as Husk’s paw attempts to swipe it back, sniffs it, makes a face and proceeds to dump the jar’s contents over the fire, causing the flames to roar anew.

“The fuck you doin’!” 

Husk struggles to form the words to cuss out the man when a hard object is shoved against his chest. It takes him a moment to examine the object.

It’s a bottle of whiskey.

“Canadian, and it cost me a premium too!” 

Oh... well.

He doesn’t know what to say, settles for grumbling a rare ‘thanks’ instead, standing up. He'd like to question the motive for the extravagant gift but the alluring liquid calls his name, so he uncaps the bottle to give it a sip. Strong woody, earthy tones wash over his tongue like sweet elixir. He licks his lips, giving it a second try, “ ...‘s good.” 

“Good to hear, my dear Husker. Do enjoy, this should be your last!” 

And that truly gives the demon a reason for pause. 

“What, you’re finally giving?" A nasty grin draws over his feline face, ignoring the strange unexpected emptiness forming inside his chest, deciding the moonshine ingested is to blame. “Done wasting my time?" Yet, can't help the words spilling forth. “Done treating me like your pet? Like I’m a big fucking joke you summoned one night on a whim because you were lonely and bored?!” And it must surely been the alcohol because the next part comes out of his mouth without a second thought. “What, that broad Helen finally got to pounce on you? The poor bitch… ” He laughs, voice laced with vitriol and disgust.

The bottle is then abruptly taken from his paw, moved up and away from him. “What’s eating you, dear?!” Alastor asks with no small amount of delight in his voice. “I had no idea my acquaintance with Helen had bothered as much!”

“Bother me?!” His wings bat one, two, three times, at this point more for show than anything. “Naw, I’m happy for you. Good fucking riddance!” He’s salutes when an encircleshis waist, his tormentor takes a long gulp of whiskey before leaning down to kiss him. 

Husk’s mouth opens to protest, but hot liquor floods inside, poured from the other’s own mouth.

Then does something that never fails to make the demon’s senses go haywire; purposely nicks his tongue against his sharp canines, hints of human blood mix with alcohol and saliva. A moan rises from the back of Husks’s thoat, as he drinks from the other readily, easily, letting the excess drip and dampen his fur. Warmth pools in his chest then down to his slowly building arousal. He tries to put some space in between but is stopped by the man’s gloved hand at the back of his head.

The demon’s pupils are now blown wide, eyes glazed over. “More… give me more.“ He begs, lips still touching.

“And there he is, my sweet Husker.” The gaze on his master’s handsome face softens, touches their forehead together. “I’ve neglected you haven’t I? And worry not, Helen will no longer be a concern to you.”

Uncaring of whatever the could have meant, Husk lets his demonic instincts take over, pushing Alastor over the recliner sofa behind him in an unceremonious thud. Follows his master’s descent on his knees. Soft purring rises up his chest as he nuzzles the man’s clothed member with his face.

A dark chuckle reverberates above the demon before a pair of still gloved hands move to unfasten his trousers after he sets the whiskey aside, Husks takes care of the rest, freeing the endowed length underneath, his chest moves up and down - flushed all over. He’s no incubus, he declared and been ceaselessly teased numerous times for his ‘rousing’ enthusiasm. But he cares not, hungrily kisses the member in appreciation, enjoying the way Alastor’s breath hitches before he swipes a soft plush tongue from the base to the tip, placing open mouthed kisses sideways of the shaft. A set of hands takes hold of the feline’s head, he knows what’s being asked of him. The warm cavern of his mouth engulfs his master’s length, lets the girth of it rest in his mouth - carefully covers his fangs with the skin of his muzzle, reveling in the man’s flesh. His head then begins to move up and down, slow at first… the taste of precum dazing his senses. 

Alastor's hips follow the rhythm set for now, watches his precious pet lick and suck his cock, cute head bobbing up and down in wet slurping motions, eyes closed completely absorbed in him. He was so good, so eager to please when it came to this. He pushes himself to the back of the cat demon’s throat - causing his golden eyes to roll back up his skull. A soft curse is uttered through grit teeth at the sight—and that does it. He pulls Husk off. A slender hand grasps the demon’s jaw keeping it open as Alastor’s legs spread further encasing the kneeling creature below. The vision is intoxicating, having this much power over such a wonderfully dark being.

“Come closer.” The radio host commands and the feline obliges.

He strokes his member sleek with saliva and precum a few more times, spits inside the demon’s mouth just before he reaches climax. Warm bursts of white land largely inside the pink open mouth, the rest stains the perfectly white fur of his face. Alastor watches in rapt attention as the creature hungrily swallows everything given to him, then obediently opens its mouth again to show it emptied. Hot puffs of breath almost visible in the darkness of the room.

It makes the man burn anew.

Husk feels himself being lifted, straddles slender thighs letting his arousal rub against the other. Lets himself be kissed with fierce candor. The aftertaste of cum intermingles with saliva, the scent permeating his furred body. He searches for his own release palming at his erection when Alastor’s hand stops him. 

“No, not yet.” He says.

“Are you— “

“On all fours, now.” His words are soft but the orders clear, his gaze intense with the flickering flames behind reflecting off his glasses. 

Husk’s own body reacts, moves to accommodate the command, ignoring the heated flush that rushes through his body, unused to the revealing position but eager when his throbbing member has been promised release. There’s a moment of silence where Husk’s wonders what appealing aspect his master sees in him until feels the leather of his gloved hands move up the back of his thighs.

“You have no idea what you do to a man, Husk… This sinful body of yours.”

The words send a wave of exhilarating arousal through him, but he’d rather bite off his tongue before he admits that to the human. “Then get on with it, I need to… “ The words die in his throat when his ass is spread and a hot wet mouth touches his innermost being. “Fuuu-ck!” His hands give away from under him, his upper body comes to rest over bent elbows, back arched in submission. Alastor’s devilish tongue swipes over his entrance while his thumbs spread him further, his hips push back chasing more the sensation as the ring of muscles relaxes, allowing the other entrance. Obscene wet sounds rise above the warm room, as he bites his lips to keep his barely contained moans and expletives quiet.

Alastor spits at his entrance, another hoarse intake of breath from Husk’s end… How can this man be so…? A blunt tip of his finger breaches him, interrupting his cursed train of thought. 

“Relax for me.” The man demands, his voice sounds just as worked as Husk feels. His ears lay back as if to keep the voice and embarrassment away.

But he does so, giving room for a second digit to join the first. In and out in unhurried tortuous unison they go, their length perfectly reaches his pleasure’s core. “I need to… “ Is all he mutters, a second time seeking his release, one of his hands goes to touch his neglected throbbing cock. Until he’s made to move once again. It doesn't escape Husk how similar he is to serial murderer's victims; limp limbs, hips and torso - all easily manipulated, rearranged -  to his liking.

Suddenly he’s face up, his ankles held by two strong slender hands, the fur between his legs wet with precum and saliva from the stimulation. His wings spread out below him as if to take flight. The barely there golden rings of his eyes focus on the man above, the white of the fur over chest slowly rises with every shaky intake of breath.

“Look at you… Only I could have gotten so lucky to have you, strange alluring creature... ” He comments, breathless with a smile from ear to ear - so wide his gums show above the perfect row of teeth, his heated gaze burning through the demon below.

“Shut up and hurry up already.” Husk mutters, covering his face with a forearm, a small refuge from the sadistic monster whose grasp he can’t seem to free himself from just yet. 

“Eager aren’t we?” He laughs, only this time it comes more subdued. His hands shift to the back of Husks’s knees. Husk lifts his arm, observes in strange fascination as human aligns his already erect member to his entrance - and pushes past slick entrance. 

A moan escapes his throat, his head tilts back against the cushioned surface below, feeling the other’s length invading his insides, reaching that place only this vile man can reach. “Yes, yes— Mmmng!” Alastor nuzzles his cheek until he’s fully sheathed inside.

“ ...Alastor, please!!” He begs, arms wrapping him in an embrace. "Give it to me!"

And it’s like he summons something dark and beastly inside the human as he sets on a brutal pace. Husk holds onto him, is all he can do - his insides rearranging for the thick girth inside. “Fuck… !” He curses again, warm breath is shared between the two with their proximity as the couch creaks in protest with Alastor’s trusts.

The human’s dark nature unfolds with every animalistic motion. Husk can feel every ripple of slender taut muscle through his clothes, uselessly claws at them wishing them off, gasps under the other’s merciless onslaught. His mind going momentarily hazy with the need for release with every thrust before the accursed thing somehow manages to play a nasty trick on him; apprehension creeps inside him.

A bout of sudden clarity provides him with the realization of how little in control he is of anything at any given moment of his current situation with the man, having surrendered so much of himself already and without noticing. Uneasiness and an unwelcome sense of shame settles over him, and in that brief instant he truly hates Alastor with all his being…

As if sensing his innermost thoughts, Alastor pauses all movement to meet his gaze. “Oh Husker… I’m not keen on the way those eyes behold me.” 

His master relinquishes the hold on him only for the shine of a ceremonial dagger to appear. Sudden panic overwhelms the demon, caught in trangression - disloyalty.

Shit.

Though the suspense soon turns into bewilderment when Alastor also procures the contents of the sack laid forgotten until now against the couch, and initiates a series of incantations in an arcane language unknown even to him.

Husks eyes widen when a human heart is revealed.

A sudden pang of visceral appetite overwhelms him, salivating at the prospect of a meal. The need to consume becomes tenfold when Alastor stabs the engorged muscle with the blade, then guides the sharp edge to the inward plane of his own forearm. Blood flows from both sources, they intermixe together in a decadent feast. Both are offered to the demon who wastes no time in taking the offered heart from Alastor’s hand. 

The heart is gone in one, two, three bites before Husks sets his sights on the man’s arm. 

He lets him feed from the wound, serrated fangs push against olive skin to let more blood onto the heathen creature’s mouth.

All the while the chants never stop, they resonate in dim warm light of the room.

His voice seems to come from all corners of the house, from every shadow, filtering through the radio. The words wrap around him, invading his ears and inner being. Husk listens as he drinks, drinks, and drinks—taking his fill of his Master’s essence, quenching a long forgotten thirst born from hellfire and sin. 

It’s all Husk hears until deafening silence falls over him again.

“My sweet Husker… “ Alastor says at last. “You should not deny yourself… the pleasures of earth when all can be yours.”

A strong grip scruffs him from the back of his neck as the source of blood moves away.

“All that you could ever want I can give to you!” A malicious hiss rises above crackling flames. “if you agree to be mine and mine alone.” 

The taste of leather and copper seeps into Husk’s when a pair of long gingers invades his mouth. Another hand hooks over one of his wings pulling him downward over Alastor’s throbbing length, he’s unable to form a single thought beyond this, greedily takes whatever this dark mortal soul has to give him. His hips rut against the other seeking to prolong more of this maddeni pleasure.

“Answer… ” His baritone lowers, none of the usual showmanship present, removing his fingers from Husk’s mouth. The demon’s eyes crack open.

He stops the canting of his hips once more. This time Husk keens in desperation, he can feel himself nearing limit, climax just over the edge. So he ascents - nods, anything for his own release.

“Yes… yes, yes!” He repeats like a mantra. “Only you… !”

A triumphant smile adorns Alastor’s face before maniacal laughter bursts through the magus. His eyes turn sharp in a way Husk has never seen on a human, they loom over him before they descend for a kiss, slotting their bodies back together a sinewy movement, repositioning himself inside Husk who can do little more than sob out a moan.

Alastor’s thrusts pick up again, hips snapping against Husk’s with renewed purpose - entering in and out of him with merciless vigor, enjoying the perfect way Husk’s warm plush walls welcome him again and again, relishes in the way the demonic creature bounces up and down below him; his beautiful feathers made a mess, ruined - yet he still grabs onto him for dear life. The enthralling vision reaffirms his belief that this one being was destined to be solely his while Husk can do little more than call his name.

A pair of arms wrap around his torso, lifting the winged demon off the couch. He yelps as gravity brings his body down and over Alastor’s lap, his demonic physiognomy readily welcomes more the harden memeber, both groan in the new position. However, Husk doesn’t expect the other’s hands to wrap around the base of his wings to lift him up to then bring him severely down over his jutting cock. Husk's vision goes white for a blinding moment, a half-moan half-cry tears through him, nearly comes but then the savage motion is repeated again and again.

Until he finally bites his master’s shoulder as a retaliation. Alastor allows it, feels him snigger through a hiss of pain. ‘Good,’ Husk thinks through the fog of pleasure as his hips move to heet him half way, greedily taking from the human again… 'Greedy', he was always so greedy, hears Alastor say as much. Up and down he goes, realizing that he's finally free to touch his poor swollen cock as his hole is stretched full— his poor bundle of nerves taking the abuse over and over again. He lets of go of the bleeding shoulder, finally fisting his own erection while bouncing on Alastor's cock.

“Mngh— yeah, right there, so good, so good, rightthere!” A dull ache quickly builds at the base of Husk’s core, until he can bear no more. "OHhh-hh, ha Ah-Ahh!!"

A harrowing orgasm shakes his entire being, bursts of cum stain his fur and Alastor’s clothes as Alastor holds him place, and a hoarse groan drags out his chest as he grinds into Husk’s heat.

"Fuuu-ck!!"

Spurts of hot cum overfill Husk’s guts, unseeing golden eyes face the ceiling above, his lower body ruts against the other’s grip to ride out the rest of his climax. His baser nature roars in extacy - satisfied at last, accepting the human’s potent seed which continues to pump into him.

The moment seems to last a lifetime, as both come down exhausted from the afterglow.

The crackling fire is the only sound heard for some time. 

Alastor kisses him once more, tasting his blood in the feline’s tongue, lazily traces Husk’s entrance where they're joined together. He lets himself enjoy the moment, Alastor’s hand goes up and down at his as their tongues push against one another.

Husk is the first to move, dislodging himself from Alastor’s lap, does not miss the way the crimson-brown eyes watch cum drip from his swollen hole. An embarrassing keening sound escapes past his lips as his entrance struggles to readjust from the loss.

Alastor exhales a light chuckle, self satisfaction evident on his face. 

Husk is about to hurl an insult at him but is made to lay sideways over the lounge sofa instead with Alastor facing him, head resting against the palm of his hand.

Alastor, whose burning stare does not leave him. Husk’s determined frown folds under the pressure, spent as he was, settles over the radio host’s chest, over the bowtie and vest which somehow managed to remain on throughout the entire ordeal. The white linen shirt now rendered useless with his owner’s blood and tears made by his own unforgiving teeth and claws.

“Since the first night that I saw you, I knew I wanted you forever.” Alastor is the first to speak.

“Oh please, don’t ruin the moment… ” Husk grumbles, attempting to face away from the man, unwilling to learn whatever else lays beyond his gaze. The same apprehension from before returning.

He’s stopped, though, a hand at his hip. 

That's when Husk finally notices the leather gloves gone, bearing darkened sooty skin. Moving upward, Alastor’s fingers fade to crimson red, lastly crowned by sharp inhuman claws much like his own.

Whatever other smartass retort he had dies in his throat.

The wrongness of it all comes to light with horrid understanding settling over him. Husk fights to sit up.

The room suddenly spinning as the same mask of pleasant indifference is back on Alastor’s face. Husk recognizes that expression, it’s the very same one he wears when his victims have been lured far into the woods, too far to ever return. 

“What the fuck did you do, you unhinged maniac?” The sentence falls from Husk’s mouth, fear surging forth at all possible answers.

“Hm, can’t a man pursue a hobby, my sweet Husker?” 

“Your hobby is dismembering people, what other ungodly thing could you ever— “ 

Husk’s knees threaten to fail him, his bicolored wings flutter for balance sending feathers everywhere.

Sigils of Domination… 

The heart, the blade, his blood, the incantations still echoing in his ears. 

Everlasting Binding Rites.

“You… !” He accuses, slack-jawed. “What did you do… ?!” 

Alastor follows after him, already put together. “What needed to be done… ” He states plainly, slowly standing at full height. 

“You have truly lost it.” Husk’s fur stands on end, searching for a quick exit. 

“ …To tie you to me.”

An unnamable force deep within Husk answers, completely alien to him in his hundred years of existence. He bites his tongue to keep the whimper from escaping, failing as he senses Alastor stepping closer. Can feel the heat rolling off the radio host in waves. The air around him turns hot and unbearable.

“You’ve lost the bet, my dear Husker.“ 

A pair of long red tipped crimson talons takes hold of Husk’s lower abdomen, guiding him toward the hearth’s scorching conspiratory light. 

He witnesses a curious phantom glow appear just above his sex, where a woman’s womb would be. 

From it, melting arousal is born anew - a pool of warmth bubbles up from the pit of his core, the ripples of its effect thrum through every reach of his body. Husk watches in rapt attention as intricate lines curve and intertwine with one another forming a symmetrical pattern which in turn form a figure, a rune, and finally: 

A sigil.

“And now you’re mine.” The radio magus finalizes with possessive joy. 

Husk’s chest moves up and down at the blasphemous sight, eyes glazed over not quite believing what has been done onto him. Tears well at the corner of his eyes, his pride and dignity as a heathen being stripped from him, leaving him vulnerable to the will of this sadistic conniving monster born from the void…

“What’s wrong, Husker!” His new owner coos, a theatrical concern as he cups the demon’s face, bewitched at the sight of his misery. “Are you not content?’

He pushes off him, wipes the tears with his forearm before speaking again, “Like fuck I am! Undo this right fucking now or I swear to Lucifer, I will— “ 

A rough yank of a suddenly physical manacle appears around his neck as his entire body is pulled against the no longer smiling man.

“You’ll what?” Alastor hisses through grit teeth. “There is not a single thing you can do. I won the bet fair and square. You would have done the same had your mind not always been so alcohol addled.” And then mocking laughter, “You have no one to blame but yourself!” 

“You're damn right I would have - I’m a fucking demon! But not… not like this!” He shouts, voice breaking, pushing against the solid chest before him, but the grip remains unyielding.

He hates himself for feeling hurt..

Betrayed.

“Oh-hoho! I didn’t know you possessed principles, Husker, how adorable! But truly, does it not make more sense you stay by my side when I’m the one who taught you all about the pleasures of human carnal desire? Why letting a miserable waste of space have you just wouldn’t do!!” The manacle is finally released. 

His body gives in - only to be hoisted up to be carried the same way he was back on the night of his Summoning, Alastor goes so far as to spin in a playful dance with a cheerful hum. Every part he touches runs Husk’s skin ablaze. The thrill from it is far worse than liquor. Twice as addictive.

"I’ll rip your throat out as soon as I get the chance.”

Alastor merely laughs, laughs and laughs. 

His perfect set of teeth turn sharp and angled with every step toward the darkness of his room, where dark secrets are forever kept. His form, a contrast of shadows and sharp angles silhouetted by the dim light of the moon entering from outside.

“You're welcome to try!” Comes an unsettling radio static voice.

The winged demon shudders in his captor's arms, beholding the black sun of his persona.

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General Notes: Concocted because of one very cute request over on twitter when I posted fanart of this very concept. I was going for an eldritch vibe but unsure how successful that is when the horror element comes from the human instead of the heathen being. Also thank you for suspending your disbelief as Husk's ability to give sloppy top without hurting Al lmao

Also sorry for any types I am my own beta reader. And comments are very appreciated ❤️

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I can't wait for you to see the whole scene and hear your thoughts. It's so damn heartbreaking. Like Rin seems honestly excited to tell Haru about his decision (and happy to meet him randomly in general) and then what unfolds is just... Oh man it's like watching a happy puppy get kicked. And since up until that point in the movie Rin hasn't seen Haru's angst much cuz he genuinely seems happier with Rin around so no wonder he doesn't see it coming. THEY NEED A CATHARTIC CRYING SESSION I SWEAR

I recently also saw the middle part too (soon, soon, I'll see it all xD). From the moment Rin says "you think making these decisions is easy for me". It's not okay... but dang, I really loved the moment, when Haru starts shaking, then breathes out and evil smile appears on his face. I'm... 👀.

And I get that Rin's always happy to see him, but I don't know how after thinking about it so much, he decided to go about it like this lmao. I'm just facepalming so hard. I've read the transcript of the before that too and I really do not get why he said what he said in that particular moment and once again who even does this like that, I mean.. that was such a weird idea seriously. Like ok, you already decided whatever you decided and it apparently doesn't concern us and his problems also don't concern us, but he could've at least start like "it was a hard decision to make, but in order to swim in the future with you I decided... lalala", he instead just dropped the bomb after Haru said "that's why together we..." and Rin went "yeah, about that, I won't be there". He was practicing this all that time? Oh god, this is just... I have no words for these two tbh. ComMUnICaTiON.

I bet this time Rin was like "okay, I've prepared this whole speech, and we're gonna have a moment.. and oh, under our tree too". I like how he after dropping the bomb and making him split, backed himself up with the whole "Ikuya thinks so too. We both decided it." ARE YOU PLANING A FUTURE WITH IKUYA, RIN? IS HE YOUR SPECIAL SOMEONE? YOUR SHINING? YOUR BABY? I DO NOT GET. "I want to swim with you next year and in the future"... ehmm thanks on that at least haha. Haru just went "ok, you zip it" lmao

Tbh if I were Haru I'd smack him on the head back in s3 already, when he jumped from behind this wall with "Yo, Haru"xD. But he's always so happy when he's back or when they spend time together, that he always decides not to darken any of them with conflicts about "why are you like this", but now it finally overflowed... a bit lmao. Like same was in s2, too, when everything seemed fine and and he was like "here's your sakura pool, baby" and Rin was flirting with him by the bus, and meanwhile we were literally dying inside watching him from afar all that time. And then several months later Haru was like "gtfo with your future, you moron" and Rin is like "😭 baby, I don't get what I did". ahahaa its a bit funny. I esp love when he doesn't talk with us for months and then casually comes in like they were drinking tea together an hour ago lol. It maybe was funny like in s1 when he pretended to be cool about stuff with his "yo, Haru, still hanging out with these losers?" but like now can we stop with trying to be casual about stuff already. I mean, I in 5 minutes could've come up with at least 3 ways of saying it in a way it wouldn't hurt nobody.

Not only he already decided, but he discussed it with a random person before him and he's already found a sponsor and.. omg. Too bad for Haru he misunderstood everything about who they are for each other, I guess.

But fuck, evil!Nanase just fully executed him there. It's just from reviews and summaries I thought he went just around the Rin leaving part so it could be connected to what started the conlict, but he just simply did everything to hurt him as bad as possible. Like damn, he fucking started by giving him flashbacks about his 2x09 "what dream? what future? I'm not you" with his "I can't live like you" and Rin just looked so lost, having all the memories he brought on and he didn't even get what brought this on. It all happened too fast tbh. And then Haru just finished him. Like all the hits were too precise, but the fact that Rin fully lost it only on the moment, when he has s1 flashbacks of hurting Haru says it all tbh.

My point is the whole fight had just... another nature that I thought it originally would be. Bc Haru intentionally made him remember worst moments that are related to him. That's why it changes my point of view on the situation and backs up my previous post about Rin.

Evil!Haru might be evil, but if you combine it, he just basically told him what I said yesterday "if you're planning to make decisions on your own and I'm not a part of your life, then I can't live like that and we don't see the same future for us. you keep coming into my life, bringing this sureness about our future and act like you're a part of it, but then you always leave." He just roasted him, but it's like truth tho lol

Like watching Haru screaming and dying inside while saying that was very heartbreaking, but it doesn't change the fact that it is what it is. Even when Haru is angry in a like "normal" way, he when he says something ugly, he tbh never exactly says what he doesn't mean like many, he mostly not at all far off from the truth, he just tries to slice Rin back, but this time, he just fully dissected him. Like holy fuck, dude.

But he was waiting for so long for him, then thought "I finally have him", but he mostly not there again, except when it's job related, if I heard his "oh btw I've decided this", I'd cry for sure. But murdering him is also an option, I guess lol.

One already has a crying session, it aint cathartic tho, it's painful. But at least Rin now agrees with us about the fact, that he's an idiot haha.

I in no way say that he deserved this, bc the way Haru worded everything is just hell on earth, but at least we all know now that evil!Haru is well aware of what is the most painful way to kill Rin... play on the fact that he loves Haruka Nanase too much. LMAO you gotta admit that it's a bit funny. I've only seen couples do stuff like this before. So it's like... very harsh angst, but it's a mega win too.

One is already having a crying session, but in horrible pain T_T

I bet Rin will for sure cry after Haru comes back and says that he loves him. But I agree, I also want Haru to cry in relief with hugs from Rin and all. I need lots of happiness at the end... like LOTSSSS. We also all need a theraputic fluff after this.

[hannah-schooler]

Fic writer interview!!!

Thanks so much for the tag @stormwarnings sorry it took me so long to do this!!! <33

how many works do you have on ao3?

9!!

what’s your total ao3 word count?

39,086. huh somehow I expected it to be higher than that

how many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

Just Star Wars! pretty much entirely The Clone Wars with all of my current fics and most of my WIPs focused on Anakin and Ahsoka

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

don’t just stand there staring, honey— a silly little fic about the Jedi and their troopers (Everybody Lives!AU) going undercover and they don’t understand that they’re all incredibly attractive. A sequel is coming....one day...

long after you’re gone (gone, gone)— 5+1; Five times Ahsoka left and the one time she came home. Happy ending, mostly

as if you don’t remember, as if you can forget—some post-Zygerria angst and healing. Aayla Secura and Ahsoka Tano centric. Lots of feels, angst, and hurt/comfort. Inspired by @webtrinsic1122 ‘s “Show Me Your Teeth”

once the last drop of rain has dried off the pavement— some MORE post-Zygerria recovery. This one is a little bit more pointed with what happened to Ahsoka and features a very distressed Anakin trying to figure out how to help his traumatized little sis. 

said you’d always be my white blood (i need you right here with me)—post Trandoshans/Padawan Lost arc. I LOVE this arc and there’s not nearly enough content about it. Wrote this to fill a tumblr prompt not long ago so I’m actually surprised it’s in my top 5!! Hurt/comfort, recovery, scary!Anakin and Ahsoka bringing him back from the edge

do you respond to comments? why, or why not?

Yes!! people take the time to write them and they make me so so indescribably happy! I literally end up gushing about readers leaving comments as much as they do about my work!

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Never Let Me Go, but that was also my first ever work, and not my best. Pretty much all of my works have at least hopeful endings, if not happy, but my angstiest fic is you drew stars around my scars (but now i’m bleeding) so I’m gonna say that one

do you write crossovers? if so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

no, never have. I don’t think I could do it well and there’s not really any fandoms that I want to see mixed together

have you ever recieved hate on a fic?

thankfully, no. I think I would cry ahahaa. My readers are literally some of the kindest people in the world I love you guys so much!!!

do you write smut? if so, what kind?

no. never say never, but it’s unlikely. again, I don’t think I would do it well

have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of!

have you ever had a fic translated?

nope!

have you ever co-written a fic before?

no but i’d probably be down!

what’s your all-time favorite ship?

like....ever?? idk if i can pick! Star Wars though is hard bc i’m not the hugest anidala fan but also don’t really ship Anakin with anyone else. I like Ahsoka ships, just cause she’s my favorite character, but not all of them work. My guilty pleasure ship is probably fives/ahsoka, but there’s not a lot of content for them. i’ll pretty much read anything that’s well written except for the ones that i really don’t like (not going to list, no hate here!)

what’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

ugh right now it feels like i will never finish the don’t just stand there sequel, but i will one day! I have several multi chap fics that I want to write including one about Rex and Ahsoka saving the 332nd, and one in an Anakin doesn’t fall-verse where he and Ahsoka free the slaves on Tatooine, but long fics are not my strong suit. (looks guiltily at my original novel i haven’t touched in 3 months)

what are your writing strengths?

i’d probably say the emotional aspects of the characters?? that’s what i most enjoy writing. I’ve also been told that my prose itself is good so maybe that too?

what are your writing weaknesses?

plotting lmao. and action sequences. 

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i mean my only other language i use is some sparse mando’a. I don’t speak any other languages so it’s probably not something i would think about. but i definitely enjoy fics and books that incorporate it because it adds such a cultural depth to the characters!! (i’m also such a sucker for the trope where Character A says something cute to their love interest in their native language, and when asked what they said they say something bland)

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

i have NO idea. I’ve been writing since I was really young, but maybe percy jackson? I remember writing for maze runner when i was like 12 but....

what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

definitely you drew stars around my stars (but now i’m bleeding). I worked on it for so long and am really proud of it and the response it’s gotten

this was so fun!!! thanks again, @stormwarnings

Tagging: @ashgryff @lynnpaper @webtrinsic1122 and anyone else who wants to participate!! <333

[awanderingtortoise]

no wait also. 🧑‍🏭 🍰🖊️ (just answer all those in this ask itself sorry I didn't read the entire ask prompt fbdndks)

ahahaa np ok letsgo 👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why? - its definitely that one where i decided 'no plot; only mcd' then wrote like 1k words of pure pain. even id arrest myself for that tbh (fic is here on the off chance you want to read it) if you want an honest answer as to why i wrote that; its probably because i feel putting characters in extreme situations allows me to get a better grip on them? When its something like literally DYING the exteriors are stripped and youre left with just their core so its easier to figure them out? at least i think so lol (the best part was it was my first fic so the idea of someone reading that fic then never reading anything else i ever wrote again is always in the back of my mind )

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave).

one???? ONE???? shame on question im doing at least 3 (these are all zoyalai lmao im sorry)

in no particular order:

the map of my heart by koiis dude this. this. its just brilliantly written and clever and so gentle and perfect and agghhhh its one of the first fics i read and is in my thoughts 24/7. the language flows so well and so prettily its like reading art

marvel and destruction at its finest by nabrizoya

soft zoyalai, as i always always say, is something this world lacks, but this fic exists so short and sweet, i love going back to it whenever i miss those two and want to feel all the fluffy feels again. i love the banter so much and the writing style is so so gorgeous. read. read it. right now.

if i loved you less/ i could talk about it more by hyperspecificplaylists Kaz being a matchmaker, all the best grishaverse couples getting together, kanej pining weaving underneath? everyone written in character even in a modern au? literally HILARIOUS lines everywhere? this is such a great fic, left me smiling the whole time. long and 2000% worth it

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

oh crap SLFJS ive literally run out of banter to post so- angst? less confident in that but seeing as i dont know what else to put here yall have to take it lol

" Nikolai’s eyes stray towards the city spread below them, rows of houses and darkened streets where his people lay sleeping. The sight is one that should be tranquil; but all he feels is the weight of the crown on his head, a responsibility to which others whisper he has no claim. The rumors are hardly new. He’s grown up hearing them, grown up blocking them out before learning to embrace them. If he is the bastard king, then so be it. He has told himself he cares not, that he isn’t so shallow as to let any of it dissuade him. And yet today there remains the smallest, most stubborn part of him that twists at the talk; whispers to him of his bold-faced lies. Fraud. Pretender. You have no right.

Zoya’s lips press into a thin line. “They are fools, Lantsov; if they believe bloodline is what makes a great king,” she says. His smile very nearly falters, because- well, she’s practically read his mind. He had been silent for no more than the space of a breath, but considering he is Nikolai Lantsov, lord of endless chatter, it must have been enough to tip his general off.

And what does? He very nearly asks. What does, and might you see it in me? "

[hongism]

Do you have any good ateez X reader fanfics Recs? I’m in need of a good long fanfic If not long Then a really really good one lol I just have a hard time finding some lol

BOY HOWDY IM FINALLY HERE okay but fr tho i’m sorry this took me Lightyears to do im so bad at remembering what fics i read and how i tag them so i lost my mind while trying to find them all and i’m sure i missed a lot of favs so i Apologize in advance asiodjfosijdf some are kinda popular so you might have seen them before but some do not get the credit they deserve and i could sit here and sing the praises of these fics and their authors for years but i won’t put y’all through that ._.

You can’t even reach my neck - @kpopscenario - seonghwa

summary: They’re best friends and have feelings for each other but they both don’t know about the others crush, Seonghwa comforts her after another bad date. (Basically friends to lovers college!au)

yes i am a Sucker for a damn f2l college au on occasion and this is one of those Incredible and Well Written occasions i love this fic and the length is perfect and long in the best way 10/10 would recommend and it’s great

such a good girl for me - @starrychannies - mingi

summary: no summary but the warnings should tell you Everything you need to know wink wonk skljdlkdfj

warnings: harddom!mingi, sub!reader, size kink (its mingi duh), choking, sir kink, pet names, mix of praise and degradation, oral (receiving), unprotected sex, slight overstim, slight humiliation (?), a lot of fluffy aftercare.

i find it Uber hard to write smut that is well written in all honesty like i can’t read my own smut bc i can’t Stand It i just think it’s awful but there are so so many authors out there who can write smut and write it well and i admire starrychannies so much for such incredible writing talent with smut yesyes

Alone - @actuallythatwaspromise - san

summary: again n/a but good lord royalty au prince san, princess reader, smack me over the head because i really adore this 2.2k fic and good lord this fic gets me emo and i dont even know why??? the angst is soft and barely there but i’m still over here sobbing for no reason oisdfoaijdiof

detention - @/starrychannies - wooyoung

warnings: badboy!wooyoung, goodgirl!reader, smut, voice kink, corruption kink, fingering, dirty talk, public sex, exhibitionism kink, wooyoung has piercings and reader is a Big Fan, mention of gags, light degradation.

this, this shit right here, this is so good WHEW i dont really have the words but hot damn, i just love this fic and i love love love the way the author wrote the the fic and it’s Hot:tm:

violet roses - @/starrychannies - yunho

warnings: F L U F F, college!au, s2l, first meeting, yunho is a soft babie, yunhos pov!!, love at first sight, pining, bit of slow burn, yunho is Whipped, suggestive teasing, hyunjin is mentioned briefly in the beginning, protective yunho, mingi makes an appearance, mentioned that mingi’s gay, san is mentioned, smut, softdom!yunho, sub!reader, praise, car sex, SIZE KINK!!!!, vaginal penetration, fingering, finger riding, penetrative sex, daddy kink, yunho lowkey has a corruption kink, multiple orgasms.

did i die? yes but only a lot. ahhhh i LOVE me some damn s2l slow burn and pining that shit hits the spot and this fic has it wrapped up in a nice and lovely package pls read pls pls pls read

lover boys - @/starrychannies - seonghwa + hyunjin

warnings: smut, wet dreams, poly relationship, boy x boy, non idol verse, ateez x skz crossover (yay!), harddom!seonghwa, softdom!hyunjin, sub!reader, threesome, reader is Needy, hyunjin is Sleepy, seonghwa is Amused, pwp, light somniphilia, dirty talk, petnames, some degradation, early morning sex, oral (giving), throat fucking, reader has no gag reflex and hyunjin is In Love with it, fingering (receiving), spanking (like twice), unprotected sex, light cum play, cum swallowing, little bit of praise, cuddles!

i really just need a minute whenever i think about this fic bc i highkey die every time i think about it??? two of my ults??? i can’t??? i really can’t handle this honestly like woW osdijfoijdfoi the way i melted we love to see it 🤩

entanglement - @sanduction - wooyoung

summary: when the boy who had explicitly spelled out his implausible hatred towards you on every possible occasion tells you that he’s a dog, who would’ve guessed that you possessed the other half of his soul? not you, at least. life sure had a shit-load of guts to pull a twilight on you like that.

okay so deadass if you know me you know that i really am not the type to read werewolf/hybrid fics. i just typically don’t go for them or read them but this fic. this fic. oh my god. the way it’s so seamless and works so perfectly, i’ll never recover like W O W i love this fic that is all honestly i have mad respect for all writers who do werewolf/hybrid fics bc i can’t write them at all, so sanduction huge major props to you i love your work!!!

who catches the alpha? - @teeztheflag - hongjoong

summary:  „You don’t want to break the rules, am I right?“

aka another phenomenal werewolf fic with alpha hongjoong that made me fall over in a totally great way. the angst the fluff the little suggestive bits it all flowed and fit together perfectly and i am still in love with this fic no matter how much time passes

bite me - @atinyidea - yunho

summary: vampire!au, vampire!yunho, vampire!reader, female!reader established!relationship / warnings! angry s*x?, biting, blood, sir k*nk, consensual s*x, teasing, begging, rough play, overstimulation

this fic is ~spicy~ and whew it is good wow just the idea of yunho and reader being immortal together was like awww then it got spicy and i went to o_o real quick but it is such a good fic and wow i love it i dont even have words bc im Dumb but wow

You Got It Like That? - @kimnamshiks - wooyoung

summary: You just needed to get through this week at the resort at the hands of 20 coworkers and Wooyoung; the Sales Department Supervisor who got some raunchy photos of you the day prior.

honestly wow sodifjoisdjf i love this fic so much i just wow honestly the reader is a whole mood when wooyoung texts about the pictures and i was reading like ‘ahahaa me.’ oisjdfoij god the back and forth between wooyoung and the reader just had me rolling legit i got flustered like pls wooyoung just HAAHHAHA WOOYOUNG IN THIS FIC GETS ME FLUSTERED AS FUCK it is all because tay is a Stellar Writer and makes those emotions come to life in amazing ways and i’ll never ever get over it just whew banter in fics is legit one of my favorite things ever and tay does it with such beautiful ease that i am Enamored but i am also Rambling just pls read this fic oh my god it’s so good

be my neighbor - @jeonginks - seonghwa

summary: seonghwa moved into the apartment next to yours, and he stumbled into a situation he didn’t expect to face.

wow i l o v e this fic it’s just a perfect blend of angst and fluff and it sends me to space every time i read it soidfjoidjf don’t ask why space but it just does i kinda ascend okay? anyway wow this fic is such a gem and it is sO underrated in my opinion. the dialogue is written so beautifully and with an ease that i think is often times hard to capture?? wow just amazing

Cheat Codes - @serendipityunho - seonghwa

summary: “This party’s boring, wanna get out of here?”, may have perhaps led you to make the biggest mistake of your life by sleeping with your best friend’s other best friend, your best friend who happens to be in love with you.

me: wow i never read college aus hahhaa

also me: reads a shit ton of college aus sodifjodijf

honestly this fic is 100% fantastic from start to finish, it’s 5.3k of pure greatness and i just really love this fic altho my heart broke at the end it still fit perfectly and was amazingly written ;-;

that is all i have for today slkdfljdlk however i will be shameless and say that if you would like some Long Bois for ateez i have a few but i’ll link the fics i loved writing the most and am v proud of :3

storge - mingi

liquorice and ivories - hongjoong

[everybodyelsesgirl]

fellow angst gremlin!! I love that moniker for us (Also please direct me to that piece of phupha-angst writing)

ahahaa that is in a secret word document on my pc which I am not sure will ever see the light of day~~

(I have literally never shared anything I've ever written in my life but for my fellow angst gremlin I might just consider it... 🤔🤔)

[chikarikotranslations]

What's your opinion on ChikaRikoYou OT3? Considering it's the setup being pushed by the last few episodes and official art during the first half of 2018, do you like it as an option or is ChikaRiko the only path?

(Ahahaa sorry this is long, but I felt like it needed to be, to really say what my “opinion” is!)

There’s only one ship I don’t like, but for every other ship, I love them all! But still, even if I love all ships, I don’t think I’m a multishipper, at least, not for Love Live. I think there’s a difference between saying that I like a ship and saying I actually ship it. Just liking a ship is just to enjoy the concept of a ship and seeing its appeal, and maybe you can talk about it with friends who do ship it and have a good time. 

But actually shipping a pair is when you think about them doing shippy things together and you daydream about them, and make headcanons and AU’s, and you look for art/fics/other content for them, maybe draw/write some yourself, and you initiate conversations about them with others, and you’d want to recommend that pair to others, etc. 

(This is just how I view things!)

So for ChikaRikoYou, I do love the ship! I love that they’re all supportive of each other, and are always there for each other in dark times. And of course, as with any ot3, there’s the fact that it avoids the angst of leaving any one of them out in ships with just two of them.

But still, I don’t really ship it all that much, and I have reasons for that that I won’t get into here. So it’s just an “option” as you put it. For Love Live, I only really ship ChikaRiko!But I wouldn’t say that ChikaRiko is the only path though, because everyone is free to ship whoever they want, they’re all valid! But ChikaRiko is the only path that I’m on ^^;;