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sewersaga · 17 days ago

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YOUR TEETH IN MY NECK- aventurine x foxian! reader

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9.6k words. sorry (not)

warnings: female bodied reader with she/her pronounce, v v suggestive, mentions of past abuse (aventurine), alcohol usage, sexual cotent BUT NO SMUT, miners dni

Now that you think about it, you can hardly remember the name of that planet.

You remember the rustic hotel bar, the foreign music thrumming in your veins as you savored your drink. The setting was far different from the last planet you’d been on, but the welcome change of scene and the alcohol settled in your veins, leaving you antsy to learn everything the place had to offer. The others were off who knows where, probably sticking their noses in business that didn’t concern them, although, wasn’t it the nature of the Trailblazers to always want to play the hero? And despite being one of them, and treasuring them like your own family, you preferred to get your kicks elsewhere. And who could blame a creature like you for craving a bit of chaos?

That night, chaos sidled up to you at the bar, ornately dressed and smooth as vermouth, gesturing for your drink to be put on his tab.

You don’t remember what you talked about initially, just that the conversation quickly devolved into one of barely veiled innuendo and mutual debauchery, although it was impossible to ignore the way he devoted his entire attention to you when you spoke. He fixed you with his stunning gaze beneath those rose tinted glasses, and you quickly began to wonder why he continued to wear them even inside the dimly lit room. The exchange felt like a masquerade of sorts, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him startlingly beautiful and even more intriguing.

Although, it could be said that those with the most gorgeously deceiving outward appearances are the most dangerous. Surely, he was no different. Everything about him screamed well-dressed danger, but luckily for the both of you, your body seemed to crave it.

After a few more drinks, you decided to take proceedings upstairs to your room to avoid drawing any curious eyes. After all, a pink haired foxian and an ostentatiously outfitted blond would surely not be overlooked in a situation like this, and considering his deeply refined appearance, the man likely had a status to uphold. Namely, one that didn’t involve getting overly familiar with a petite fox eared woman out in public. Although you fit right in with the other foxes on Xianzhou, your species was rather rare on other planets, quickly allowing their residents to recognize you as an outsider. The man that kissed you hungrily against the door to your hotel room was clearly not a local either, despite sharing some common features with the native people.

Now that you think about it, he mentioned his affiliation with the IPC quite early on in the discussion, and it piqued your interest because he decidedly did not reveal his awareness of your affiliation with the Astral Express. Of course, it was only your first encounter with the man, so he had no obligation to reveal anything to you. Hell, you hadn’t even exchanged names. Still, he didn’t seem like the type to not speak carefully, and every word exchanged between the two of you that night seemed to further the gamble you weren’t yet aware you had a hand in.

Until hours later when you had thoroughly reaped the rewards of your shared win, the heartbeat of this stranger insistent beneath your cheek. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret a thing.” You craned your neck up to look at him, the shell of your ear brushing his face. “But you don’t even know my name.”

You felt him hum, amused, his arm lazily draped over your body. “Do you know who I am?”

The pieces had long since arranged themselves in your mind. You’d done your due diligence as an Express crew member to research the top brass of the IPC, and only one person fit this description. “Of course, Aventurine.” Just your luck to end up in bed with one of the Stonehearts, although his position meant nothing in the end. Not unless he wanted something more from you, which they always seemed to do. But the man seemed different somehow from all the others who ended up as blocked numbers in your phone after one breathless night spent together. You decided to chalk it up to the fact that he was by far the most attractive man you’d slept with in a while.

He laughed, a hand trailing ghostlike up your spine and you shivered. “You could’ve said that earlier.” His fingers came to rest between your shoulder blades, and if you were a stupider woman, you’d almost think he was pulling you closer to him. “Now I feel like a fool for not asking your name.” Noticing your sudden fit of chills, he pulled the thin bed sheets to cover more of your bodies, seemingly not realizing your state had nothing to do with the room’s temperature.

“Maybe you don’t know my name, but you know who I am.” You were simply bluffing, but he seemed to take you seriously. His hand drifted back down your body, landing on your hip, the warmth bleeding through to the bone.

“Wouldn’t that defeat the point of being a Nameless?” He asked coyly, and you giggled, ultimately unsurprised, adjusting your position so that you were practically laying on top of him.

“You do know.” He squeezed the ample flesh of your hip beneath his hand as you shifted, and a breathy sound escaped you, one you quickly swallowed upon seeing his smug expression.

It was his turn to shrug as he smoothed the skin with his palm in an insincere apology. “I didn’t. It was a lucky guess.”

You snorted, somewhat incredulous. Still, you’d indeed heard stories of the unbelievable luck of Aventurine, and the various schemes in which he’d lay his life on the line and still come out on top. “Some luck you have.” How bold a person would have to be to bet the ultimate chip, knowing that if they lose, it’s all over. Such recklessness, such utter disregard. What went through his head in those moments? You looked deeper into his radiant eyes, but saw nothing behind them but flagrant amusement and mild enrapturement.

“It’s sort of my thing.” He blinked, offering you a self-assured smile, and you began to wonder how much of that pretty exterior was all for show.

“Sure.” You allowed your body to relax on top of him, unable to stop your own train of thought despite what they say about curiosity and the cat. Perhaps the fox will be the one to be eaten alive this time, although the idea didn’t sound at all unfavorable. Suddenly, struck by an unpleasant notion, you sat up, catching his attention. “Was this all a part of some scheme to wager for our compliance?” You pressed a palm to his bare chest teasingly, and he chuckled lowly, the sound rumbling beneath your hand. “You’ve already gotten everything you’re going to get from me.”

“If I wanted your compliance, I would already have it.” His wandering hand found its way to your chin, tipping your head down to meet his gaze as he looked at you with those dazzling eyes, the kaleidoscopic hue like that of a rare gemstone yet to be named. “And I don’t make wagers that I’ll lose.”

You wondered if he could ever be categorized like a mineral, easily decoded by his most notable traits and studied beneath your curious gaze. They’re usually so easy to read, those lucky souls who get to share your bed. But true to his occupation, this man didn’t get to where he is by being transparent, and his eyes were as showy and incomprehensible as diamonds.

Perhaps he was about to say more, but your little exchange was rudely interrupted by the bothersome ringing of his phone, which sat face down on the bedside table. He sighed, his annoyance palpable, as he allowed you to dismount him, untangling himself from your limbs to reach for the device. Now shamelessly bare and suddenly cold, you rose from the creaky bed to grab your robe from where it lay discarded upon the chair in the corner. Funnily enough, you hadn’t noticed how noisy the bed was earlier, although you were likely far too occupied with other things to pay it any mind. You made a silent apology to the neighbors as you crossed the room, praying your crewmates were still out trying to save the world.

You didn’t bother listening to his conversation as you draped the cheap pink fabric around yourself, securing it with the thin band around the middle before making your way back to the bed, the mattress dipping beneath your weight as he hung up the call. You weren’t here for more information about the IPC after all, and you’d both gotten what you came for, literally and figuratively. You’d be the last one to care about whatever pressing business he had to attend to at this hour, although you supposed corporations like his own never really slept. Such was the nature of business, and those boring topics were of little interest to you.

It was quite hard to ignore, however, the way he began to dress, recovering his clothes from where the two of you had carelessly discarded them at the bedside. “Already tired of me?” You stood on the bed, making your way over to drape your arms coquettishly around his neck. “And here I thought it would be more fun if we went again, this time using each other’s names.” You were only teasing, evidenced by the little sway of your tail behind you against the sheets, but if he agreed, that worn little robe of yours would be tossed back on the chair in an instant, and you’d be his for the rest of the night.

“It would be, wouldn’t it?” He laughed off your advances, but made no move to evade your loose hold on him. “But business calls, I’m afraid.” You figured this was likely routine for him, slipping out of strangers’ rooms in these ungodly hours to attend to whatever business he had to handle. Coming from any other man, it would almost certainly sound like an excuse, although you never let them stay long enough to brush you off. That wasn’t your style.

And thus, a desire to make him stay was ignited in you, an unfamiliar urge to be different from all the women he’d had before. “In the middle of the night?” Your voice was almost a purr, inching dangerously close to the shell of his ear. You were well versed in your craft, after all, and sure enough, you felt him tense momentarily beneath you, seemingly considering the idea before he relaxed, casting it away.

Unwilling to give up, your hand traveled across his chest, coming to rest in the spade shaped opening that revealed the bare skin of his chest. He sighed, seemingly reluctant to let you go, and you got the sense that this little victory was yours. “This job has its perks, but I’m on call at all hours.” He turned slightly to press a kiss to your jaw, and despite the hollowness of the gesture, you froze momentarily, coming to terms with the fact that you’d actually lost. “Where’s your phone?”

You removed your arms, sitting down on the edge of the bed, effectively defeated, and a little inexplicably shaken. “On the desk.”

He hummed in acknowledgment, picking it up and staring at the home screen for a moment. “Password?” You shot him a glance that hopefully conveyed how stupid the question was. He raised a hand in surrender, passing the device for you to unlock before pulling on his gloves with his now free hands. You handed it back to him, watching as he entered his phone number.

“Here’s my contact.” He pulled on that garish fur coat of his, throwing you a wink as he made for the door. “I look forward to our partnership.”

“Partnership?” You followed behind him, tail swishing with your movements as he lingered in the doorway. “Is that what this is?” How pathetic you probably looked then, a confused little vixen trying to convince a stranger to stay the night with her. This wasn’t how you usually operated, and the way he looked at you then made you realize that he could tell.

“It’s whatever you want it to be.” With that, he leaned down, kissing you chastely on the lips, lingering for a moment longer than a goodbye warranted. He pulled away, smiling almost fondly at your uncharacteristically stunned expression. “I’ll be in touch.” You didn’t have anything else witty to reply with, so you watched him go, suddenly dizzy and weak in the knees despite what you’d let him do to you just hours earlier.

Yes, dangerous was certainly the first word that came to mind as he threw you a wave halfway down the hallway. Perhaps you were unable to categorize him like the rare and beautiful stone he is, but that fact was certain. That, and if he didn’t call you up again, you would find him yourself and demand answers. And you’d never felt that way before. And ever persistent, fate had its own plan for the two of you, and his good luck might rub off on you soon enough.

Sure enough, fortune weaved its fickle design, and your clandestine, if not brief, meetings continued for some time, in various hotel rooms. Of course, there were a few instances over the phone as well, ones you would coyly and unconvincingly deny if brought up by a fellow crew member who heard something they’d rather they didn’t. But you were always known for being quite shameless, and you didn’t mind the reputation. People could think whatever they wanted to think about you, for you were the only one who truly knew who you were. It was always that way, you supposed. No one brought up your past, for it was never relevant to the various smaller disasters your crew handled on a daily basis.

And if anyone noticed your occasional disappearances while docked on a random planet, or the way you’d return smelling of expensive cologne, or even the time March 7th stumbled upon an untouched pristine gold watch in your room, they never said anything. Knowing you, they probably assumed you’d spill the dirty details if prompted. And they wouldn’t be entirely wrong, although these tokens ultimately meant nothing to you, and sometimes made you feel cheap. You couldn’t stop him from buying you things, though, and if you got rid of them, he’d just send you a replacement. You supposed it was a nice problem to have, but you were certainly the wrong person to have it.

And despite your experimentation on the various other planets you stopped on, no one else made you feel that sense of vertigo he provoked when he kissed you. So until you figured out what that was all about, he wasn’t going anywhere. And if his affections towards you were anything to go by, he didn’t want to. Rather risky, indeed, but you’d always loved playing with fire, or so a certain general told you a long, long time ago.

But the past didn’t matter, nor was your future set in stone, and luckily for you, that damned gambler had found his way back into your life. Seeing him among your crewmates in the hotel lobby as you checked in rather than in a dimly lit room was a bit jarring, considering the fact he hadn’t exactly made a favorable impression upon the group. “You know this guy, [Name]?” March had asked then, confusion knitting her brow.

“We’re old friends.” He had responded immediately and naturally, and who were you to deny him? Perhaps your future was indeed preordained, for you realized that rather than wanting nothing to do with him, you wanted to see him more and more.

The day Alisa went missing was one of the worst days of your life, and in a lifetime as long as yours, there were plenty to choose from. You were docked upon the Planet of Festivities, Penacony, a stop that you were particularly excited for because of the pure indulgence that awaited you upon it. When Alisa failed to join the rest of you in the lobby that day, alarm bells quickly rang, for that committed and devoted girl would never neglect her responsibilities, much less leave you all to worry in her absence.

Delicate, white ribboned, and naively beautiful, you couldn’t stop thinking about the possibilities of what Alisa was being subjected to. You couldn’t help but feel like the sweet dream of Penacony allowed for the most depraved minds to thrive undisturbed in the shadows, and an angel like her would be swallowed whole in the dark syrupy quicksand of immorality. A self-proclaimed sinner like yourself would know these things from personal experience, understanding how easily your past can lead you down the path of an unfavorable future.

The relentless worry wrought your mind to no end. The girl went through enough in her life, and the last thing she needed was to be taken by someone who didn’t have her best interests at heart. As much as you liked to tease the girl (really, she was so easy to get a rise out of) you’d grown very fond of her, and her disappearance weighed heavily upon you.

You confessed this to Aventurine at the hotel bar, the interaction a twisted mirror of the night you first met, although this time your unrelated unease was palpable. Your fear for your friend’s life made it impossible to keep the walls up that you typically reserved for your dalliances with strangers, although the man beside you could surely no longer be considered such considering the extent of your relationship. Nevertheless, you felt like the heart you typically kept so shielded was now stitched to your sleeve. He watched you while you spoke of your concerns, his expression unreadable as usual, brilliant eyes glimmering beneath his glasses. “I can help, if you like.”

“You can help?” You were unable to stop yourself from scoffing, for what reason did he have to offer his help? Any loyalty he had toward the Express was due to some sort of yet to be revealed shared interest, and his not so covert extracurriculars with you. “I appreciate your concern, Mr. Aventurine, but what sort of command do you have over the Dreamscape that would allow you to find my colleague?”

He raised an eyebrow, adjusting his sunglasses. “Mr. Aventurine? Your friends aren’t around, so you don’t have to address me as such.”

You tilted your head, almost mockingly. The stress had seeped far into your bones, and his inability to speak directly, although alluring in the bedroom, was presently getting on your last nerve. “Why? Does it bother you?” He simply smirked handsomely, and you plucked his glasses from where they rested on the bridge of his nose, momentarily stunning him. “Answer my question, Aventurine.” You placed them on your own face, praying they conceal your true emotions like they did for him.

He raised an eyebrow at you, amused, but making no move to take them back from you. “None.” He shrugged, sipping his drink. “But I have my suspicions, and you know even my guesses are seldom incorrect.” How dare he be so cavalier when your friend’s life is on the line? You didn’t know if his reckless betting was a part of his true nature or a symptom of a far more concerning ailment, but you lacked the patience to investigate any further at the moment being. “How odd for Miss Alisa’s disappearance to coincide with the death of that man’s sister.”

“You’re awfully confident with that assumption, aren’t you, gambler?” You returned his grin with one of your own, although not without a bit of fang and venom. You tipped the sunglasses down to look at him properly, hoping he wouldn’t call your bluff. “And if you help us, what’s in it for you? I seem to recall you saying you never make deals where you’re on the losing end.”

“Your memory doesn’t fail you, sweetheart.” He spoke with a laugh, his voice dripping with something that made you squeeze your thighs together in remembrance of all the prior times you heard that sultry twinge in his tone in a far different setting. You raised an eyebrow at his audacity, ignoring the urge to take him upstairs to vent your frustrations when there are far more pressing matters at hand. “But don’t worry, I know where I’m not wanted. I’ll leave you and your friends to your own investigation, but don’t say I didn’t offer.”

Your ears lowered with mild displeasure, exposing your feelings about his statement despite your eyes being hidden behind his rose tinted shades. “The others won’t be too pleased if they found out you came to me. They don’t fully trust you as is.” The worst part of your foxian nature by far is your body’s propensity towards revealing your true emotions when it’s in your best interest to conceal them. Surely it would make you a horrible gambler, although it’s only one of many reasons why you would never try your hand at a game.

He cocked his head at you, that stupid lazy grin still at home on his face. “And you do?”

You sighed, a sound laced with self-hatred, because the way he was looking at you almost had you reeling. How weak of a woman had you become that all a man need do is look at you to get you worked up? “I didn’t say I did. But I’m far more familiar with you than they are, and I’m telling you to stay out of it.” Perhaps you could attribute your current state to the alcohol you consumed? More research was certainly needed in order to find a way to become immune to this man, for that’s all he is. He’s just a man.

“Fine, fine.” You’ve known so many men before, but this one infuriated you when he waved you off, and despite trying to maintain a calm facade, your ears lowered even further. He fixed you with a mirthful look in response reaching out to run a gloved hand through your hair, his fingers lingering at the base of your ear. You tried to remain outwardly impassive, but your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch as your ear twitched pleasantly in response. “Don’t let this put a damper on your stay. I’m sure she’ll turn up soon enough.” He raised himself from the barstool, heading off to who knows where, and leaving you sufficiently flustered. “Later.”

Your phone went off a few moments later, and of course the asshole had sent you the price of your drinks and a couple ten thousand credits more. Tip the bartender as much as you like, but I sent more than enough for you to have some extra spending money. You stared at the screen in confused distaste for a moment before another message came through. Oh, and keep the glasses. They look better on you. You didn’t need his charity, and you sent him a message letting him know in no uncertain terms, but he only sent you more money. He was impossible to reason with, and that’s why you found yourself resenting him, despite how undeniably alluring you found him.

And despite everything going on, you had half a mind to not text him back right now to meet you in your room in ten, if not just to return those stupid sunglasses. Although in all honesty, that would be the last thing on your mind were you to be alone with him.

But as sure as the prodigal son’s return, Alisa turned up, having been held gently as a dove in the bleeding palms of none other than Sunday himself. Despite her long absence, she showed no signs of physical or mental trauma, and on the contrary, she seemed just as gentle as before, draped in the finest silks Penacony had to offer. Something didn’t make sense, but of course, Aventurine’s suspicions regarding that man were entirely correct, leaving you to regret brushing off his help so readily. Perhaps if you hadn’t been so quick to cast him away, you would’ve found her quicker, although something told you she wouldn’t have been ready to leave. But despite the complicated logistics of the situation, one fact was certain in your mind: anything Sunday had been forced to let go of was left with claw marks from his controlling grip.

And perhaps control was a form of love? You wouldn’t know, but the notion was entirely ridiculous to you, that the thorns that bound Alisa to him could’ve been born of anything else but a desire to possess. Still, when you looked at Alisa, you saw no sign of claw marks, nor thorny brambles. She was just as unmarred as the day she left, and that confused you even further.

Before you left that hedonistic heaven of a planet, however, you found yourself knocking on Aventurine’s door for answers. After all that had happened, you’d learned far more about him than he was willing to tell you himself, and you became even more convinced that all of the smooth-talking and flaunting of wealth was overcompensation for a deep-seated sense of worthlessness. It upset you deeply, because as much as you told yourself you had no reason to care for this man, for this almost stranger who shared your bed, you still worried for him.

What made him different? Was it his dangerous beauty, his immense wealth, or his cavalier nature? Or perhaps, it was the way he touched you like you were worth every single treasure in the world? It didn’t matter, because that meddlesome little feeling in the pit of your chest wasn’t going away any time soon, not until you got the answers you sought.

Aventurine had really gone and done it now. Destroying a cornerstone was sure grounds to be demoted, if not fired completely, but a break wouldn’t necessarily be the worst thing to happen to him right now. Maybe he’d get lucky and they’d do away with him altogether. He could only hope as much.

Penacony was a disaster, sure, but the IPC had gotten what they wanted, and there were certain colleagues who would undeniably be on his side through this flaming pile of shit whether he wanted them to or not. And in all honesty, he hadn’t expected to be around long enough to see the aftermath. So how was he supposed to go about living when he never intended to continue in this twisted labyrinth in the first place? How was he to live in a world that took everyone he ever loved from him? If this was what it meant to be blessed, then he truly was given a shitty hand.

But then, there was you. He hadn’t seen much of you since your friend’s sudden disappearance, and he could tell the event had shaken you to your core. In fact, something told him you were even more torn up about it after her return. Of course, he made sure you were aware he’d be here to comfort you in any way you needed, but was that really what he wanted from you?

That was the tricky thing about being a gambler. You have to always know what you want out of the game, or else your efforts are pointless. And Aventurine could not remember a time that he ever knew what he truly desired. Even when he was younger, his focus was always on survival, on buying and selling, being bought and being sold.

Still, he could hardly consider whatever he exchanged with you pointless. In fact, some of the moments he spent with you were the only times he felt any semblance of meaning in a very long time. You made him feel like a person rather than a trading chip, and perhaps that was what he never knew he wanted.

He’d met up with you once more before the shit really hit the fan, sitting beside you on the couch in your hotel room as you apologized for being so harsh with him when you rejected his help. He wasn’t sure what happened to change your mind, but you seemed earnest, far more than someone like him deserved. He had certainly overstepped in your moment of vulnerability, but he really had wanted to help you for nothing in return, a fact that surprised him just as much as it did you.

Despite your shared proximity, his arm draped lazily around your waist, you hadn’t shared more than a few kisses. The situation felt far more intimate than the typical nature of your relationship, and before he left, you took his face in your palms tentatively. “Be safe, alright?”

The tender exchange was so unbefitting of the both of you that it took him off guard. There were always moments like these between the two of you— touches that lingered for a few moments too long, shared glances amongst a group. These instances threatened to thaw something within him that froze long ago, and it was scary. He had to disregard everything, to forget you, if he wanted to bring the grand mirage that was Penacony to its end by bargaining the most significant chip he had left.

In the Dreamscape, that twisted version of himself told him to die without regrets, and he thought he made his peace. He told himself that you would be better off without him, that you were simply two planets that orbited the same sun for a time, nothing more, nothing less. Of course he knew it was a fib, but in his world, lying was a form of survival, even if the one he was fooling in the end was himself.

Despite his fortunate foresight, however, he hadn’t expected you to seek him out before the Express left Penacony, considering the way things ended. However, as he sat contemplating what the future he never thought he’d see might bring, there was an insistent knock on the door of his room.

“Why do you do it?” You questioned him the moment he opened the door, his guard still somewhat down. He blinked, surprised, as you waltzed past him into the room, visibly agitated.

“Hm?” He quickly resumed that easygoing air of nonchalance that you were used to from him, watching as you approached the Dreampool, your gaze fixed upon its bubbling surface to avoid his gaze.

“Risk your life for the possibility of zero reward.” You hesitantly turned back to face him, the pool’s aquamarine glow lighting you in a way that made you look divine. “That’s not a very wise gamble.”

He chuckled softly, unable to conceal the fondness that crossed his face when he looked at you. “The phrase ‘wise gamble’ itself is an oxymoron, sweetheart. If we were wise, we wouldn’t be gambling.” He approached you, hoping his words would be enough to dispel the concern on your face. “In a game of chance, the one who comes out on top is the one who has the most to lose.” You really did have a horrible poker face, and as much as he would love to bring you along to a game or two, you’d probably accidentally reveal his entire game plan with a few poorly timed twitches of your ear.

And like clockwork, your ears lowered as your expression soured. He envied you for a fleeting moment, the way you couldn’t hide a single thing you felt. “That’s just stupid.” He wondered if he would ever be able to live like that, with his heart on his sleeve. But in his experience, being able to express one’s feelings was a death sentence. Better to swallow them down and gamble with his words, doing everything to hide that imperceptible twitch of his hand that threatened to betray his self doubt.

He shrugged, turning away from you so he wouldn’t have to see that expression of yours. “Maybe to you, but it’s my livelihood.” Any moment longer under your gaze and he’d ruin his game, he who never faltered. You were quiet for a moment and he took the opportunity to move to the couch, casually sitting down and patting the spot beside him for you to join him.

You did not move, remaining in front of the incandescent Dreampool like a goddess. “You have so much more to give. Information, money, power. Why resort to the ultimate sacrifice?”

“Those things are worth nothing to others. But my life?” He paused, and you raised an eyebrow. “Well, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” And despite the statement being disguised as a joke, it was probably the most honest he’d ever been with you.

He watched as you blinked at him in mild surprise, your fangs threatening to reveal themselves along with your mild annoyance. “You’re kidding me, right?” You moved purposefully towards the couch, before suddenly taking the opportunity to straddle his lap rather than sit beside him. “How can you look me in my eyes and tell me your life is worth nothing?” At his non-response, you leaned in so you were face to face, your noses almost touching. Your eyes were wide and watery, and he hesitated again, taken off guard by your sincerity. “Go on. Look at me and say it.”

And surely, it had to be you who was joking. There was no reason for you to care about him. There was no reason for him to hold any sort of value in your life, for if he did, he would have let you use him however you wanted long ago with zero question. He would do that for you, and perhaps he would even do anything for you. But he still could not, for the life of him, figure out why you were looking at him like your world would collapse if he disappeared.

He sighed, responding with a question of his own. “Why are you upset with me?”

You snarled, an expression he’d seen you direct so many times at others, but never him. “Why do you think?” You were visibly angry and hurt all at once, although he feared you hurt more for him than for yourself. And he felt it was so terribly unfair that you felt obligated to waste your time on a former slave with a raging inferiority complex despite having so much to offer yourself.

“I’m sorry, [Name].” He hadn’t expected those words to leave his mouth, and it seemed that you hadn’t either, for your eyes widened, and the tears that threatened to fall earlier began to spill down your cheeks.

Despite your tears, you scoffed bitterly. “Why are you apologizing to me? You’re only hurting yourself.”

He took your face in a gloved hand, wiping a stray tear with his thumb. “You’re the one crying.”

“I’m not—” You pulled back, looking at his finger, moistened with your teardrops. Your hand came up to touch your face, and you laughed bitterly, leaning back upon his thighs. “Maybe you’ll finally listen to me.”

“I want you to listen to me.” He spoke gently, afraid of upsetting you further, but still wanting to say his piece. If you continued to worry about him, you’d be the one ending up hurt, and didn’t he promise not to involve anyone else in his schemes, to keep them all concealed to protect the ones he loved? “What happens to me has nothing to do with you. I promise, everything will work out in the end. It always does.” He tried his best to sound jovial, reassuring, but you were a smart woman, and you weren’t buying this gamble. He sighed, thinking of the people who died because he failed to protect them, the lives he’d taken to prove his own worth. He couldn’t bear to add your name to the list.

“Is it so hard to believe that your life has value to someone?” The notion made him falter completely, and you had effectively called his bluff, beating him at his own game. Honestly, he would be kind of proud if the situation weren’t so grim. “Do you want to die, Aventurine? Do you?” You took it one step further, hitting terribly close to home.

When his future self confronted him in that dream, he essentially asked him the same question. Whenever he had to make a gamble, the thing that meant the most to others, and the least to himself, was his life. How was he supposed to think any differently when he’d always been seen as nothing more than something to buy or sell? He was free of those bloody shackles that enchained him, and he would never again be looked down upon like that. But he still wasn’t certain exactly what he planned to reap from life now that he was free.

So he told that man, the one who looked just like him, that he’d know the answer once he got to where he was going. And since that moment, he had been to death’s door and back, and you were still here waiting for him. You sat on his lap now, weeping for him. Perhaps it was a sign from the universe, an omen pointing him in the right direction. But Aventurine no longer believed in the power of the universe, the same one that had taken everything from him.

So what else was he supposed to do except leave you before he destroyed your life even further? His non-response was the only answer you needed, and your annoyed demeanor quickly deflated into one of sadness and defeat before you climbed off of him, smoothing your clothes. “Goodbye, Aventurine.”

Naturally, things didn’t end there when it came to the happenings on the Planet of Festivities. Everyone with skin in the game had their own agenda, and the Astral Express was not an exception. Luckily for you, though, the crew needed someone to stay back with Alisa as her impromptu jailkeeper to ensure she didn’t leave the Express. No one expected you to volunteer, for you had been the most excited to explore everything the planet had to offer. But you had admittedly less important matters on your mind that you had to think through.

And Alisa seemed to be taking her protective punishment quite well, for she still buzzed around the Express doing her daily tasks, and cooked all of your meals happily. She clearly sensed something was wrong, for you were unknowingly horrible at concealing your own sadness, and doted on you as a result, although you couldn’t help but think it should be the other way around. And despite her nature causing her to behave pleasantly, Alisa still wore her sadness upon her back like her own personal cross to bear.

Despite being such a typically talkative woman, you and Alisa often sat in silence those days while your crewmates wrapped up affairs on Penacony, curled into each other on the couch while she gently stroked your ears. It was the nature of a Foxian to enjoy a pet or two, and you lavished her attention, but not before explicitly warning her not to tell a soul.

And day after day, the jailbird still sang sadly, peering out between the bars of her cage with a melancholy look upon her delicate face. The girl was always prone to lovesick contemplation, but for you, this was all so very new, and every sensation was unfamiliar and raw. You found yourself deeply thankful, however, that you weren’t alone, and Alisa’s penchant toward pondering loves of the past and present began to wear off on you.

What made this situation different? You’d ended affairs before, both concisely and messily, but never had you cried over someone who you crossed paths with, and never had you walked alongside someone for so long that you’d grown to care for them. Never before had you tried to nullify someone else’s self destructive tendencies, because never before had you stuck around long enough to learn who they truly were. And despite what his actions had told you, there was still so much more you didn’t know about that man. As you sat beside Alisa, tears silently streaming down your face, you were embarrassed.

Every time you allowed your own heart to cloud your judgment, it led to your downfall. You forsook your own family back on the Yaoqing, and for what? A man who wouldn’t even look your way after he got what he wanted? And perhaps Aventurine had received what he desired from you, and was now willing to throw you to the wolves in favor of clawing his way down to hell, and that had nothing to do with you. Time heals all wounds, and soon enough, you’ll have forgotten all about him, and he will have ruined himself by his own hand. And if the notion made you sob a little harder in Alisa’s arms, it was entirely unrelated to him, nothing but a byproduct of your own stupidity.

As you let her brush through your tail with an antique jade comb, the soothing motion coaxing your deepest anxieties out into the open, a new fear came to mind. Before, maybe you were alone, but you never once felt lonely. But now that you were no longer in contact with the one person you thought you could connect with on a deeper level, you suddenly worried that you would never be able to feel that way about someone else. Once the words left your mouth, you regretted them, for Alisa’s ministrations with the comb halted. “Don’t speak as if he’s dead.”

You scoffed. “He wants to be.” You spoke bitterly through the thickness of tears lingering in your throat. Alisa hummed before continuing to brush your fur.

“He’ll be back.” She reached down to pat your head, and your ears twitched in a combination of annoyance and resigned enjoyment. You turned back to face her, your eyebrows furrowed in suspicion.

“What makes you so sure?” She offered you a small, knowing smile, the expression right at home on her face. You envied her ability to be so hopeful on your behalf despite being in a state of bereavement herself. Despite your own jealousy, it endeared her to you further.

“I know a lot about these things. He won’t stay away from you for long.” She ran a lithe hand through your now smoothed tail, passing you the jade comb. “He can’t.” You wished you agreed with her, but a small part of you prayed she was right, and that much like the quickly escalating situation on Penacony, things between you and Aventurine wouldn’t end here.

And after tensions boiled over, and the rest of the crew had sufficiently resolved the volatile situation, Alisa’s predictions came to fruition. The first thought that crossed your mind just three days later, when you opened the door to your cabin and saw Aventurine standing there, examining the antique fox statue on your nightstand, was that the Astral Express really does welcome all passengers. “What, do you have a work assignment on the Express or something?” Trespassing was certainly frowned upon, although the sight of him amongst the trinkets of your room wasn’t necessarily unpleasant. All of that to say that someone had to have invited him aboard, and it certainly wasn’t you. “Gonna gamble us out of every last credit we’ve got?” There was a hint of mirth to your tone, but it did little to mask the unease that you felt in the moment.

He’d told you that day through his actions that he wanted nothing to do with you, content to throw himself down a spiral of self-hatred and despair. If that was what he desired, it was fine by you, for you refused to stand by while he destroyed himself even further. And when you found yourself sobbing into your pillows for days on end afterwards, you told yourself you were only angry with yourself for feeling this way, not the fact that you mourned his absence or anything like that.

The man standing in your room like a ghost from the past turned to face you, his eyes murky as if snapping out of some sort of trance. He threw you a lazy smile, clearly unable to read your demeanor. “Something like that.”

You sighed as the door shut behind you, making no move to venture any further into the room lest this be another dream. “Why are you here?”

He shrugged, laughing almost nervously as he tentatively approached you. “Well, the IPC did want my head on a platter for a minute there, but everything’s resolved now.” He looked down at his shoes then, biting his lip momentarily before meeting your gaze again with those brilliant eyes of his. “I figured it was high time for me to make some personal calls.”

And how difficult it was for you not to crumble before him right then and there.

You steeled yourself, although you were subconsciously inching closer to him when you spoke. “And this is the first stop on your victory tour?” He swallowed, looking down at you as you stopped just centimeters away from him, so much so that you could smell his expensive cologne from where you stood. “Congratulations, you got your job back, what does that have to do with me?”

He smiled once more at you, although the expression was absent of the usual venomous honey that typically accompanied it. “Those friends of yours called me. They were really worried about you, you know.” He gently placed a gloved hand on the side of your face, and like clockwork, your body leaned into his touch. “I owe you quite a few explanations.” He kept it there for a moment, feeling the heat of your cheek against his clothed palm, before bringing it back to his side hesitantly.

Effectively placated, you blinked up at him. “You don’t owe me anything, Aventurine.” Your tone was missing its usual bite. How many times had you imagined this moment before cursing yourself for being so pathetically hopeful? Whatever happened between you was brief, ending because you cared far too much for a man who couldn’t care for himself. But maybe, just maybe, something within him had changed, with you as the catalyst.

“On the contrary, I think I owe you everything.” He responded sincerely, and his tone was unlike anything you’d ever heard from him before, except in those quiet moments the two of you shared when the rest of the universe was fast asleep. Those multi-colored eyes glimmered at you like a kaleidoscope, and the feel of his hand against your face lingered upon your skin like a phantom sensation.

“What are you saying?” Despite your nature, you had come to accept that you were weak before him, even though he had never asked you to be. And like himself, something beneath your exterior, far behind all the walls you put up to protect your own heart, made itself known whenever he touched you, and stirred a fire in your chest that you thought died out long ago. You decided to give him a chance, taking his hand gently in your own and leading him to sit beside you on the window seat. Once you were comfortable, he didn’t let go of it, instead resolving to intertwine his fingers with yours.

“I’ve thought a lot about our conversation that day. It seems there’s a lot more I need to come to terms with about myself.” He paused then, and you sensed that he was preparing to give you everything he had to offer, this particular gamble oddly innocent. “I’m sorry that I hurt you by involving you with me. It wasn’t my intention.” Your eyebrows furrowed at his apology, but he squeezed your hand just as you were opening your mouth to object. “But I want you by my side. Every day.” His gaze bored into your own, intense and earnest, as his characteristic smile dissolved, emphasizing his sincerity. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

You were silent for a moment, and he took the time to bring your hand to his lips, brushing them against the soft skin. You let out a breathy laugh, and he met your eye, smiling expectantly. “You’ve really got to stop apologizing to me for things that aren’t your fault”

“And your answer?” He lowered your hand, decidedly not unlacing his fingers from yours. He laughed in a self-deprecating manner. “You can say no. I won’t be offended.”

“Yes.” You answered with zero hesitation, for it was the response that resonated in your soul. He could’ve asked you anything in that moment, and you would’ve responded affirmatively because you knew you were too far gone. There was still a long way to go in terms of communication between the two of you, but you were willing to try for him, if only to preserve the way you felt when he looked at you like that. “I’ll stay by your side, if you stay by mine.”

“Of course.” He pulled you to him until you sat atop his lap. “I’d never dream of leaving you again.” A hand ran through your hair before he leaned in, his lips meeting yours sweetly. Despite how many times you’d been in this situation before, your entire body felt like jelly as you kissed in front of that window, his hands finding purchase at the base of your hips as yours wound around his neck.

You pulled away reluctantly, looking him in his eyes. “Do you promise?”

He leaned in, stealing one more kiss from you, ignoring your protests at his delayed response. “I promise.” He pressed his forehead to yours. “And when have I ever broken a promise?”

You giggled, a bit delirious from the way he kissed you. “You haven’t exactly made me many promises.”

“Then let this be the first. I’m not going anywhere.” He grabbed at the fat of your backside much like he did the night you first met, although this time there was a far more possessive undertone behind the action. “And neither are you.”

“I wouldn’t plan on it.” And perhaps you had a possessive nature of your own, for when you kissed him again, you had every intention of marking him as your own, of sinking your fangs into him until the only name he remembered was your own. Or, perhaps, you were getting a bit ahead of yourself, but the way he was moving beneath you told you he wasn’t at all opposed to the idea. “Shall we seal the deal?”

He nipped at your bottom lip as he reluctantly parted from you, that alluring grin of his cementing your intentions. “What did you have in mind?”

You threw him a teasing smile of your own, although the way your tail swayed behind you in anticipation betrayed your want far more than your words did. “I have some time to spare if you do.”

“You have my complete attention, darling,” He spoke smoothly, his honeyed words ghosting your lips. “What do you want from me?” You giggled. Was he really going to make you say it? Well, no matter. You told him in no uncertain terms exactly what you wanted him to do to you, and he did it, because he would happily do anything and everything for you. And afterwards, when his deft hand pressed against your spine amidst the formerly pristine sheets of your bed, you knew he wanted you even closer to him than was humanly possible, because you wanted the exact same thing.

And wasn’t that new? Knowing just what the other wanted, and doing everything to make that happen? Perhaps that was what love was all about. You weren’t sure, you thought it might be something like the way his fingers laced through yours as you pressed your forehead to his, your tail moving insistently and pleasantly against your bedsheets.

Aventurine could not decipher the looks on your crewmates faces as you sat beside him on the couch in the parlor car, fingers interlaced with his, as if you hadn’t just told them that he would be accompanying them to the next stop on their voyage. “So? Aren’t you guys going to say anything?” You smiled at them, although not without a hint of fang, as if daring them to object to your decision.

“Of course.” Himeko spoke, that blessed, caring woman. “The more the merrier.” Her response and the warm smile that came along with it seemed to placate you sufficiently, although Aventurine still felt horribly out of place. But he got the feeling that wherever you were, he’d fit in just fine. The others responded with varying degrees of welcoming affirmation, although it was very hard to ignore the way Stelle and Alisa were elbowing each other and giggling to themselves, and even harder to ignore the threatening looks you were sending them. He turned to you, smiling fondly, and as you looked back, squeezing his hand, he realized this was the most at home he’d felt in a long, long while.

“Well, where to, then?” You diverted your attention back to Himeko and the rest of the crew, subconsciously leaning further into Aventurine’s side.

The group all shared a look, and you raised an eyebrow as if to ask what the hell is that supposed to mean? Finally, Stelle, ever the menace, opened her mouth. “Well, while the two of you were occupied, General Jing Yuan invited us back to the Luofu to attend the Wardance Ceremony.”

A sharp, sudden laugh escaped you, presently ignoring Stelle’s pointed comment about what the two of you had been up to. You didn’t seem to care what the rest of the crew knew, so neither did Aventurine. It was a rather freeing mindset to have. “The Wardance Ceremony? Been a long time since I’ve heard about that. I suppose I’ve been traveling with you all for too long.”

Himeko chuckled good naturedly. “You don’t seem to have any complaints about that.”

You offered her that pretty grin of yours in return, fangs peeking out. “Oh, believe me, I have none. Are we going?” There was that shared look again, before March 7th nodded. “No way. You guys must be itching for a fight then. It’s mostly martial arts contests.”

Alisa smiled, coming to sit down beside you. The girl seemed to have recovered well from her stint with the Family, and Aventurine found it nice to see her up and about. So much so that he even let go of your hand to allow her to take it, although you settled further into him to compensate. “Have you ever competed?”

You snorted. “Nah. Do you think I’d stand a chance there? It should be fun though.” You shrugged, your tail beating with anticipation against his leg, and he exhaled mirthfully at the fact that you didn’t seem to notice.

“Mister Aventurine?” Alisa craned her neck to see around you, making eye contact with him. He hesitated, not expecting to be addressed so directly by any member of the crew. In fact, he’d been ready to be treated as just an extension of you for a while, something he really wouldn’t have minded much at all.

As such, he shrugged in a way he hoped came off as nonchalant. “Well, seeing as I’m the newest guest, my opinion shouldn’t mean too much in the grand scheme of things.” You scoffed, elbowing him. Right. Whenever he would say something that edged too close to the line of self deprecation, you would let him know in no uncertain terms.

“As long as you’re traveling with us, your input is important.” You turned back to him, taking both of his hands this time. You shot a pointed look at the rest of the group, a warning to comply hidden in your tone. “Right?”

The crew murmured in agreement, although they didn’t seem to harbor enough ill will towards him to ostracize him from the rest of the gang. He sighed inconspicuously, the sound edged with relief. “Well, it certainly sounds entertaining. I’m down.”

Stelle grinned deviously, and he prepared himself for the worst. “Good. Because we already decided to go while you guys were holed up in your room.” A slightly less direct reference to the hours he’d spent with you prior to making the decision to come along. He’ll take it.

You groaned, reaching out to swat at her legs, which she quickly avoided as if used to it. Knowing you, she probably was. “What was the point of asking us then?”

“Inclusivity.” She snickered, and Alisa jumped up off the couch to join her lest she too be within your radius of swatting.

Himeko smiled fondly at your antics, and Aventurine decided he could get used to being a part of this family, albeit an extended member. “Let’s set off then.” He’d made many gambles in his life, but staying by your side was by far the easiest and most advantageous decision he’d ever make.

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Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Two

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Two: Commercial Problems

Summary: While Charlie goes to speak to Heaven, the hotel tries to put together a proper TV advertisement (with many interruptions)

(Y/N) had decided they didn’t like the extermination. The screams, the explosions, the angels—it was frustrating. Luckily, in the Hotel, they were removed from the killing and could just sit and wait for things to finish. However, Alastor had gathered everyone together to “show them something” (which, as everyone had learned already, meant everyone was about to be made fun of).

Alastor switched on the old-timey TV he had permitted in the hotel, and it turned on to reveal an…ad?

“Well, hello there you wayward sinner!” said Alastor’s voice as it displayed him pointing at two fighting demons. “Do you like bloody, violence, and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do, that’s why you’re in Hell!” The camera zoomed out to reveal a destroyed quarter of Hell. “But what would you say if there was a place to stay that had none of that?” The camera switched to the hotel. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, a misguided path to redemption! Founded five days ago by Lucifer’s delusional daughter!”

The camera faced Charlie, and she waved hesitantly. “Charlotte Morningstar! Come place your fate in her inexperienced hands as she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you! Here, we offer fun things! Such as a somewhat functional staff, and twenty-four-hour pest control! Custom rooms, and just look at this tacky parlor! Enjoy riveting conversations with our only two guests!” The camera faced Angel and (Y/N). Angel gave the middle finger, and (Y/N) narrowed their eyes, knowing something was up. “Wow! All this and more at the Hazbin Hotel! Your last desperate attempt at salvation starts here!”

The video ended, and everyone stared while Alastor perked up, proud of himself.

“So, what’d ya think?” he said.

“I’m sorry, what the fuck was that?” said Vaggie angrily.

“Uh, yeah, one note…” said Charlie awkwardly. “Alastor, I mean—First off, thank you so much for making this, it’s seriously amazing—but, um, maybe the tone is a bit off?” Alastor’s grin just darkened. “We want people to want to come here. This makes it look, um…”

“Fucking depressing,” suggested (Y/N).

“Funny. I was going for hilarious!” said Alastor.

Vaggie narrowed her eyes. “It didn’t explain anything about how we’re trying to save demons from extermination, which is the whole fucking point.”

“Vaggie is right, Alastor,” said Charlie. “The commercial was to let Sinners know we are trying to help them!”

“Well, my dear, I haven’t been active in Hell for some time, and everyone remembers me from my radio show!” Alastor’s grin widened. “The proper medium to express oneself. But you insist on this: a noisy picture box advertisement. So I had a little fun with it.”

“Oh, fun. You had a little fun with it?” said Vaggie. She crossed her arms. “Well, this is not what we want to represent us. When you showed up here a week ago, you told us you would help run this hotel. Instead, you’re mocking us! Nobody’s going to want to come to a place that a powerful Overlord like you thinks is a waste of time.”

Angel raised his hand.

“What?” said Vaggie.

“If ya filmin’ a commercial, can I suggest you take better advantage of the talented celebrity you have right here?” said Angel, posing.

“Ew,” said (Y/N), and Angel stuck out his tongue at them. Neither took it to heart. (Y/N) liked being able to speak their mind in Hell, and Angel would just give an equally witty retort when they did, so they both thrived in conversation.

“Angel, you’re a porn star,” said Vaggie.

“A famous porn star,” said Angel. “I’ll have the horniest sinners knockin’ these walls down to get in.”

“I would really prefer not to have perverts in the hotel,” said (Y/N), making a face.

“Yeah, no!” said Vaggie. “Not only do we have a kid here, but filming porn as the commercial is completely out of the question!”

“Sex sells,” said Angel. “I swear, if you film me goin’ at it with Mr. Fancy-Talk-Creepy-Voice here, you’d be rollin’ in participants willin’ to stay at the tacky hotel.”

Alastor looked unimpressed. “Haha! Never going to happen. Besides, like Vagatha said, we couldn’t create such an environment for an impressionable child. What would Charlie think?”

“Yeah, it sounds like a bad idea…” said Charlie, looking at (Y/N).

“Is everyone choosing to ignore the fact I killed people?” said (Y/N).

“Angel, I appreciate you wanting to use your special skills to, um, attract folks to the hotel, but I really don’t want to exploit you in that way,” said Charlie, smiling.

“Oh, please, baby. This body was made to be exploited,” said Angel. “I got the arms, I got the stamina, I got the legs, I got the lung capacity, I got the legs, the gag reflex, the holes, the chest fluff everyone thinks are tits—”

“Should I just say ‘ew’ after everything you say to get you to stop?” said (Y/N).

“Won’t stop me!” declared Angel.

Charlie’s phone went off, and she hurriedly picked it up. “Uh, hold that thought. I’ll be right back!” She walked off to answer.

“Hey, I have a question,” said Angel. He looked at Alastor. “If freaky face over there is so powerful, then why can’t he just make people stay here?”

Alastor laughed. “Oh, trust me. I can.”

“Why do you think I’m here?” said Husk. “You actually think I’d be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn’t forcin’ me?”

“What, you don’t love being here with me, Whiskers?” teased Angel.

“Call me ‘Whiskers’ again, and I’ll jam that bottle down your throat,” threatened Husk.

“Kinky! Come on, keep talkin’ dirty!” said Angel.

“Until you let me have a drink, I’m not happy you’re here,” muttered (Y/N), glaring at Husk.

“Princess over there says no, so no,” said Husk.

“What the fuck is the point of being in Hell if I don’t get to do anything fun?” grumbled (Y/N).

“I agree! Why not let the child have a good time? That’s what the hotel is for,” said Alastor.

“See? He agrees,” said (Y/N), gesturing to Alastor.

“That is a terrible argument,” said Vaggie. “He just wants you to get into trouble!”

“I’m in Hell. What more could I do without making a deal with someone, which I’m not doing?” said (Y/N).

“Indeed,” said Alastor, nodding. “Why not enjoy some entertainment and enjoy oneself?”

“Stop it,” hissed Vaggie. “This is supposed to be about rehabilitation and redemption, people choosing to stay here.”

“I’m choosing to stay here, and I think it’s all stupid,” said Angel. “We’re in Hell, toots. That’s kind of the end of the road, ain’t it?”

“Well, maybe it doesn’t have to be,” said Vaggie. “Just because nobody has made it out before doesn’t mean it’s not possible.”

“Hey, whatever means I can keep crashin’ here rent-free,” said Angel. “Crack is expensive.”

“Haha! Yes!” cheered Charlie, bounding back into the room. “Vaggie! Holy shit!”

“What?” asked Vaggie.

Charlie gestured for her to come over, and Vaggie smiled fondly at her girlfriend before walking over. (Y/N) and Angel exchanged inquisitive looks. A moment later, Charlie slipped into song, which meant she was super excited.

(Charlie) “I can do this, Somehow, I know it, I’ll get Heaven behind my plan!”

So she’s meeting with Heaven? thought (Y/N).

“Charlie, hold on,” said Vaggie nervously.

(Charlie) “There’s just no way I could blow it! Not this once-in-a-lifetime chance.”

“It’s just a meeting,” said Vaggie.

(Charlie) “To change their minds, And touch their hearts, Or whatever angels have.”

“This could be bad,” said Vaggie.

(Charlie) “Cheer up, Vaggie! This could be swell! Something tells me that today will be a happy day, In Hell!”

“Okay, but just…don’t sing to them,” advised Vaggie.

“She’s gone,” said (Y/N).

“That bitch is halfway down the street,” laughed Angel as everyone looked out the door to watch Charlie go.

“Is she—”

“She’s dancing, yeah,” confirmed (Y/N).

Vaggie groaned. “Ugh, no.”

“Is this going to go badly?” asked (Y/N).

“It might go alright,” said Vaggie optimistically.

“It’s going to be an absolute travesty,” said Alastor brightly.

“In an entertaining way or in the way that we’re going to end up in trouble?” said (Y/N).

“Both, hopefully!” said Alastor, looking forward for his own amusement.

Vaggie groaned and put her head in her hands.

“Well, I’m gonna go out and find something actually fun to do!” chirped Angel.

“No, nope, nobody’s going anywhere!” said Vaggie. “We’re all sitting down and making a proper commercial that actually helps the hotel!”

“Uh-oh, does that mean you expect me to be involved?” said (Y/N).

“Yes,” said Vaggie.

“I hate being told what to do,” said (Y/N).

“Tough shit,” said Vaggie.

“Okay, so Charlie is dealing with something very important,” said Vaggie once she had cornered everyone in one room. “So while she’s gone, we are making a new commercial. One that represents her vision and what we’re doing here. So, we need a camera. Alastor?”

He snapped his finger, and an old-fashioned photographic camera appeared.

Vaggie deadpanned. “A video camera.”

“Hm.” Alastor was unimpressed with the idea, but he snapped his fingers nonetheless and let a video camera appear.

“Alright, let’s do this!” said Vaggie.

First up was a scene with Husk and Angel.

“And…action!” said Vaggie, pointing the camera at them.

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel,” said Husk, reading from the script. “Can I help you with anything?”

“I’ve been a bad boy,” said Angel. “And I need a big strong daddy to put me in my place! On the path to redemption!”

“Well, you’ve come—”

“Oh, yes!” Angel cut off Husk.

“To the right place,” finished Husk, rolling his eyes.

“Cut,” said Vaggie, sighing. “Okay, Angel, I need you to be less horny, if possible. And Husk, can you maybe not have a script in front of your face?”

“I ain’t no actor!” said Husk. “I can’t memorize this shit!”

“Well, we could always improv this shit, Baby cakes,” purred Angel.

Husk shoved him off the counter.

Vaggie sighed and looked back at (Y/N) and Alastor.

“This is going great,” said (Y/N) with a grin.

“Oh, yes, splendidly!” said Alastor.

Vaggie growled and was tempted to grab her spear as she was faced with shit-eating grins.

Next was Niffty’s scene, but she was more interested in stabbing insects than she was the camera.

“Stab, stab, stab!” said Niffty.

“Alright, Niffty! Niffty!” said Vaggie, catching her attention. “Your line is ‘We have the cleanest rooms.’ Okay?”

“Got it! I’m ready!” said Niffty.

“Action.” Vaggie turned on the camera.

Niffty’s smile fell, and she stared, wide-eyed, at the camera.

“Uh…cut,” said Vaggie, slightly unnerved.

“How was that?” said Niffty, smiling.

“Well, Niffty, you actually have to say the line. Let’s roll again,” said Vaggie.

“Okay!” said Niffty.

“Action,” said Vaggie.

Niffty once again just stared, empty-eyed.

“You’re doing great, Vagina,” whispered Angel.

“Cut!” shouted Vaggie. “Alright, um, maybe we can try to fix it in post.”

“Do you even know what that means?” teased Angel.

“I’ll figure it out!” snapped Vaggie. “(Y/N), Alastor, you’re up.”

“No, I don’t get on camera,” said Alastor, dismissing the word “camera” distastefully.

“I don’t want any attention,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms. They really weren’t a fan of having people stare at them, and a commercial would do that, especially for something as crazy as this.

Vaggie glared. “This is for Charlie.”

Alastor and (Y/N) remained unmoved and crossed their arms.

Vaggie cursed under her breath.

(Y/N) knocked on the door of the room Vaggie was using to rewatch the footage she’d managed to get.

“What?” snapped Vaggie.

“Listen, I don’t want to be on camera,” said (Y/N), holding up their hands. “I really don’t. But if I can help in some other way, I’ll do it.”

Vaggie groaned and put her head on her hands. “I don’t know how you can help. It all sucks.”

“Yes, seems like you’re having a bit of trouble there, hm?” said Alastor, popping out of the shadows.

“Why are you even here?” snapped Vaggie.

“For the entertainment!” said Alastor, shrugging. “I came here because I love seeing wasteful souls struggle to accomplish something meaningful and fail spectacularly!” He beamed at Vaggie. “Like you are doing now! Good job!”

Vaggie narrowed her eyes and pointed the video camera at Alastor. “And here’s Alastor, the egocentric piece of shit that—” the camera buzzed with electricity, and Vaggie was forced to drop it as it sparked.

“I wouldn’t try that, my dear,” said Alastor. “This face was made for radio.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they were struck with Alastor’s intimidating presence once again. Holy hell, they wanted strength like that.

“I don’t care who or what you are!” said Vaggie ferociously. “If you are staying here, you are going to make this work! Because it won’t be so ‘entertaining’ to watch over an empty hotel, will it, shitass?!”

“Fair enough! I’ll tell you what,” said Alastor. “Let’s make a deal.”

Vaggie scoffed. “Do you think I’m that stupid? Making a deal with a demon like you.”

“Not for your soul,” scoffed Alastor. “Just a simple deal. I do this for you, and you never ask me to engage with this frivolous television technology ever again.”

“You really hate tv,” said (Y/N).

“It’s the worst medium for expressing oneself,” said Alastor distastefully. “So petty and uninspired.”

“That’s all you want?” said Vaggie, furrowing her brow.

“That, or Charlie can come back to absolutely nothing,” said Alastor brightly. “Your choice.”

Vaggie sighed. “Fine.” She put the broken camera in Alastor’s hand, and it disappeared.

Green light surrounded him, and he snapped his fingers. “Now, then!”

Everyone appeared in the room and got 1920s themed outfits, and a camera crew of shadows appeared ready to serve.

Vaggie smiled. “Alright, everyone! Let’s make a fucking commercial!”

(Y/N) took a careful step back while Vaggie grabbed the others to film.

“Still not interested?” said Alastor, amused.

“I don’t want to be on camera,” said (Y/N), making a face and shaking their head.

“What do you think of radio?” said Alastor.

(Y/N) shrugged. “Better than podcasts.”

Alastor’s grin widened, and he nodded in satisfaction. That was the correct answer.

“Charlie!” Vaggie hugged her girlfriend as she finally returned to the hotel. “How’d it go? Did they listen?”

“Oh, uh, they sure did hear it! But, uh…” Charlie trailed off nervously.

“Oh, come here! We have something exciting to show you!” said Vaggie. “Alastor pulled some strings, and it’s about to air!”

“I pulled a few limbs, too!” laughed Alastor. (Y/N) snickered.

“Wait? The commercial?” said Charlie, eyes widening. “You all made a new one?”

“Yeah, one of my better performances, if I do say so myself,” said Angel proudly.

“That’s…that’s amazing!” Charlie’s eyes shone with emotion.

“Shush, it’s starting!” said Angel.

The TV showed them in their outfits. ((Y/N) had contributed by filming). “Welcome to the Hazbin Ho—”

Vaggie’s lines were cut off as the TV switched to a “Breaking News” sign, and the residents and staff of Hazbin Hotel grumbled.

“Breaking news in Hell today!” said Katie Killjoy as she came onscreen. “We have just received word from the Heaven Embassy that the next extermination is happening sooner than ever before. Do you know what that means, Tom?”

“No, what does it mean, Katie?” asked Tom Trench.

“It means we are all royally fucked,” cursed Katie.

The camera switched to the countdown clock as it cut in half to 176 days.

“Wait…what?! Why?!” cried Angel.

“Holy shit,” said (Y/N), eyes widening. Their situation had just gotten worse. They were in more danger.

And they still had no way to defend themself.

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whiskersz · 9 months ago

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Husk/Angel/Reader, reader coming out as gender-fluid but is mostly masc aligned but has to put up with misgendering bc of liking fem fashion and how they support reader

Yay, poly relationship! I hope you enjoy the little fic and the format, decided to mix up hcs and ficlet :)

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When you come out as Genderfluid, both Angel and Husk are very supportive; you guys have been dating for a while at this point, and they were already aware of your struggles with gender, but they never minded one bit, just wishing for you to be happy and healthy, and to eventually find out what fits you best, whether that meant discovering a label you’re comfortable with or deciding not to label yourself at all.

Husk is, let’s say it, not the most well versed in these kind of things, but he does identify as Pansexual so he knows a thing or two about the community. He gathers his own information though, don’t worry, he doesn’t really need you to explain everything to him; unless it’s something deeply personal that only you can explain, in that case he’ll take you aside and ask you in the kindest and most non-judgemental way possible.

Angel is very excited for your discovery! He immediately asks if there’s anything he and Husk can do to make you feel more comfortable, maybe if there’s any pet names you prefer on some particular days or if you need to go shopping for new clothes that are gender affirming. Husk considers the latter a wonderful idea and offers to pay for anything that you might buy, if that is the case.

All in all, both of your boyfriends reveal to be your biggest support system within the Hotel, and probably in the entirety of Hell.

So it’s only natural that, when you three encounter a form of misgendering for the first time, they’re very protective of you over it;

It’s not often that you venture out of the Hotel with both of your partners, but today you three decided to go shopping for a couple new garments; your outfit could be described as fairly neutral, you’ve settled on wearing the most comfortable things in your closet to make it easier for you in case you’ll need to change and try anything on.

The chitter-chatter between Angel and Husk fills your ears and filters out the various cursing and screaming that’s, as usual, coming from every corner of the street – you’re used to it though, this is Hell after all.

You reach your destination fairly quickly, a small shop in an alley situated not much far away from the Hotel; Husk keeps the door open for both you and Angel, holding his pouch tight as it contains the money he’s brought with him in case you decide to buy anything.

The shop is cute, walls wine colored with white rose patterns scattered across them; you comment on it before an employee makes their way towards your little group:

“Welcome, what do you need?” she asks, voice flat, her tail swaying in an almost irritated manner.

You pay no mind to it and answer her question:

“Uhm, I’d like to look at the dresses section please.”

“Sure, follow me.” She gestures at you three before leading you to a different room a bit in the back, which is surely brimming with dresses of any kind.

You glance at the ones more on the chic side, already daydreaming about all the dates you could wear them on; Angel wiggles his eyebrows and nudges you when your eyes are caught by a black mini dress worn by a mannequin.

On the right side are the cuter dresses, the ones that are mostly meant to be worn during summer. They’re pretty, but most of them are of a color that you don’t particularly enjoy.

Right in front of you are exposed a couple of more dapper ones, you notice Husk eyeing those himself and you already know he’s imagining you wearing them, which makes your heart beat slightly faster.

“I’ll be nearby miss, if you need further assistance.”

And with that, the employee leaves. But oh, she used a word that she shouldn’t have.

Before leaving the Hotel, while having a light breakfast with your boyfriends, you had told them about how you specifically wished to be called masculine terms today and that you prayed nobody was going to misgender you. So it’s only natural that Husk’s ears shot up and Angel immediately turned towards her once they realized too.

“Leave it guys, she doesn’t know.” You stopped them before they could say something overly mean.

“Nothin’ wrong with correcting people, sweetheart.” Husk argued;

“Right! Hey toots-“ Angel calls her over once more, explaining the misunderstanding and communicating to her your preferred terms today since she is going to be helping and working with you for a while. He does so with such authority that she profoundly apologizes by the end of it, which is rare for anybody in Hell.

“Stand up for yourself when we’re not around too, alright?” Husk reminds you once the exchange between Angel and the employee is over.

“The old man’s right,” Angel teases, “We don’t want you feeling uncomfortable. But am I glad you didn’t have to interact with that woman because man, she was an ass at first!”

You shush him rather quickly, scared she might still be in hearing distance. Husk doesn’t help you at all, way too busy nodding at Angel’s statement.

Once they make sure one last time that everything is alright, you guys resume looking for the perfect dress.

Husk guides you towards the cheapest but still classy options, lots of dark shades and perhaps even accessories, while Angel proposes various things that are the complete opposite of that.

You know very well that they’re just suggesting though, and you can calmly look for a dress that you like while they check the options they enjoy the most.

You end up finding one that’s of your liking with the help of the employee, who this times seems to be acting in a way nicer manner than earlier; it’s in your favorite color, perfect for any occasion just like you like it, and both your boyfriends thrillingly approve!

At the end of your little shopping spree – Angel ended up finding something for himself, too – you’re mostly glad that your boyfriends were there to make the whole experience a little less uncomfortable than it would’ve been had you gone alone.

You’re also delighted to see that both of them are ready to stand up for you in any situation, no matter how insignificant you might think of it as.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #husk x reader #angel dust x reader #husk x reader x angel dust #husk x angel dust #x reader #genderfluid reader #masc aligned reader #poly relationship

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animeshotsh · 5 months ago

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Let me show you Crazy - Various x Jinx!Reader

Warnings: Jinx is a complex character herself. Im only using a small part of her personality to write this small piece. There is not connection to the events of arcane.

HH Violence - Cursing - Various!xReader - Platonic - Mentions of mental breakdown - Hallucinations - Past Abuse - Vaggie seems bad but she wishes the best -

The normal red sky of hell was tainted in blues and purples as laugh filled up the streeets.

Sinner who knew better took a step aside as bullet flew past them.

The target?

No one in particular.

You were just bored, and the voices kept whispering to you, if you closed your eyes silouhets of now nameless faces would appear.

Thats why you needed this.

Cherri will for sure be pissed at you for have not inviting her to your little outbrust, but hell was alywas up for another bombing so you were not so worried over it.

Just as the last bombs exploted and your gun was hot from shooting you decided to stop and find a place for the night, your hideout was too far away now to go back.

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You entered Angel Dust aparment without a problem, all his pink colors made you want to puke but you hold back, soon his little pet came to welcome you, seeing you as a parent figure of sorts.

Even if you have joked that you could made some good meat with it.

"Hey, who is the bitch that-" Angel stopped his cursing and lowered his guns seeing you.

"Oh, hey Spidy" You joked seeing his pet go back to him.

"(Y/N), I thought these were your bombs"

"Hell yeah they were" you responded, passing by him and getting onto his bed. "Had a sweet time shooting these fuckers off"

"Yeah...thanks for the invitation" Angel joked back getting on the side of the bed. He knew how unestable you could be, but he could figure when you were out having fun and when you just needed to be out.

Maybe his way to cope with trauma was sex, yours was violence, this was hell, everyone did what they could.

"I thought you were being re made Spidy, the Princess got a nice place? I might just crash there next time"

Angel had to sight to himself imagining the chaos you would make, not only that, you would for sure make Alastor lose his cool the second you set foot into the hotel.

"Yeah well, you get a room, food, all free, i think you should try it" Angel said seeing you play with your hair. Now he did think you should try it, maybe it could help you, maybe you could get better.

"Uh, it seems too good to be true" You responded looking past Angel to nameless figures now behind him, one of them biting Angels neck and the other one just staring at the roof.

"N-no, i dont need help. Hey! shut up, who said that i was considering it? NO!! IM NOT WEAK" Angel stood aside as you passed by his aparment, your hands on your hair pulling pieces of it, talking to things that were not there. "SHUT UP, YOU KNOW NOTHING".

"(Y/N)...." Angel tried when he saw you fall to your knees, memories of a terrible past revealing itself to you.

"I SAID, SHUT UP" Angel found himself with a gun to his face. Your gun, with trembling hands, you were not looking at him but at someone else, someone who had hurt you at some point.

Angel had to thank whatever was above him by his agility, because not a second later you shoot to now an empy space. He quickly moved to take the gun from you and get you in a hold.

"Shh, its me, Angel Dust, remember? Its me, your friend, you little blue flare, you got nothing to be scared of" Angel told you half screaming, and having just enough emotion in his voice to break you from your episode.

"Angel?"

"Yes Y/N?"

"Are you real?" You asked not knowing what was going on anymore, Angel felt his eyes tear up as he let go of you to hug you properly.

"Of course Im you idiot, why do you want to be alone so much?"

You did not respond, these were the few times your mind was quiet. No voices, no images, just the present, you still did not know if he was real, if he was talking to you, or if he was other one of your friends.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Angel asked easily picking you up and taking you to his bed.

"I- I dont want to be alone" was all you said as he pulled the blankets up to you and took your hand in his.

"You wont"

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"Do you know who that is?" Vaggie asked pointing at you and Angel. You were looking at everything in the loby of the hotel with Angel trying to keep you in check.

"Yes, they are a sinner who needs help" Charlie responded her girlfriend also looking at your somehow childish behaviour.

"Thats Jinx, is one of the most unestable and unpredictable sinners from the circle, and thats is something to say with how many we got"

"Vaggie, I offer salvation to anyone, I dont care who they are as long as they want to be saved"

"And you think they want to be saved?" Vaggie asked somehow exasperated by now.

Before Charlie could respond you appear besides her, giving her a crushing hug.

"I must say Princess, Spidy said this place was neat but he did not mention it was this good, where is my room? oh! can i decor it? I love blue you see, and I paint, you wanna see some of them? SHH, WHO SAID SHE WONT LIKE IT?"

"Jinx!!" Charlie said not noticing you almost having another episode but pulling you right back into the hug. "Yes! of course you can decorate, and i would love to see your art"

This made you smile, taking her hand and pulling her towards a near table where your stuff was.

"Can my room be besides Spidy?"

Charlie just nodded already exploring your odd draws.

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"I need to talk with you" Vaggie said, not happy to have come to this but seeing it as necesary.

"Oh? and what will you need from me?" Alstor asked smirking at her.

"Jinx, if she does something to hurt Charlie or the hotel purpose..."

"What?" Alastor knew what Vaggie wanted, and knew who you were. True to be told, he did not like you being in the hotel, you could ruin everything, but he also liked a good show, and that needed good characters, and you were for sure one hell of one. So he could let you stay and watch you and your actions.

"...Stop them, however you need to do it" Was all Vaggie said. Now wanting to listen to Alastor moral speech she went back to her and Charlies room.

Now, Alastor would not let himself be ordered like that ny anyone, but he knew Vaggie wishes and his own reasons did aline this time. He will let it pass, and maybe use it for the future.

If Charlie knew Vaggie was going behind her back, telling Alastor to dispose of troublemaker sinners....well she would be heartbroken.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x reader #charlie x reader #angel dust x reader

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melefim · 5 months ago

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Dead Boy Detectives full soundtrack!

(Or at least all the ones I could find)

I’ve seen several soundtrack playlists floating around, but unfortunately a lot have other songs added or are missing some that were used in the show, so I went ahead and made my own!

Below the cut is a full listing of when each song was used during the show, timestamped as accurately as I could manage.

Please let me know if there are any songs I missed, and I’ll add them ASAP! Score will be added if/when it’s released. If anyone would be interested in separate posts for each episode, let me know and I’ll get right on it!

Enjoy!

🎥Promotional🎥:

“Psychobilly Bandits” by Alibi Music: Teaser trailer

“Welcome to the Black Parade” by My Chemical Romance: Full trailer

“Young and in Love” by Fast Forward Romance: Meet the Characters teaser

🔮The Case of Crystal Palace🔮:

“Doorman” by slowthai, Mura Masa: Hotel hallway chase scene. (2:33-2:47)

“Hang on to Yourself” by David Bowie: Prep for Crystal’s case. (11:59-12:30)

“Bad Feeling” by Cobra Man: What Crystal is listening to on her headphones in the subway before the David the Demon fight. (12:36-13:04)

“I’m Telling Your Mum” by Danny Farrant, Paul Rawson: Jenny’s introduction. (21:46-22:44)

“It’s Not Unusual” by Tom Jones: In the Malt shop after they find Esther’s house and after Crystal sees David the Demon. (26:42-27:38, 29:24-29:47)

“Bones of Rock” by The Boneless Ones: In the background during Crystal and Jenny’s talk in the alley. (34:03-35:07)

“Take the Rest of Me” by Brocklesby Crooke: Dandelion sprites- Crystal meeting Niko. (36:39-36:51)

“Deal Wiv It” by Mura Masa, slowthai (instrumental): Meeting David the Demon flashback. (38:36-39:10)

“So What?” by NOISY (instrumental): Planning Becky’s rescue in the butcher shop. (41:34-42:19)

“White Teeth” by The Screaming Gypsy Bandits: Record playing inside Esther’s house. (43:33-44:30)

“Surfing in the Sky” by The Vaccines: Fight in Esther’s front yard. (49:08-49:50)

“Missing” by slowthai (instrumental): Sending Becky home, heading back to the butcher shop. (51:23-52:34)

🌼The Case of the Dandelion Shrine🌼:

“Take the Rest of Me” by Brocklesby Crooke: Dandelion sprites- Niko faints outside the bathroom and attracts attention in the butcher shop. (12:48-12:52, 28:29-28:57)

“Natural Successor” by Pictish Trail: Turning Monty human. (47:22-49:16)

🪓The Case of the Devlin House🪓:

“Free Tonight” by Skymachine: Charles & Crystal walk into butcher shop, just a few bars on radio before anchor talks about the storm. (8:13-8:15)

“Oceans” by The Yada Yada Yadas: on radio after anchor talks about the storm while Charles and Crystal are asking Jenny about the Devlin murders. (8:21-8:50)

“Owner of a Lonely Heart” by Yes: Devlin house time loop, repeated multiple times. (First full loop 19:06-21:09. Loop repeats: 21:31-23:05, 23:36-24:38, 25:02-25:35, 26:52-27:17, 29:04-29:55, 30:22-31:24, 33:17-34:30, 34:34-35:35, 35:48-37:01, 37:18-38:55, 39:28-40:50. Final loop: 42:23-42:36)

🌊The Case of the Lighthouse Leapers🌊:

“RoMaNcE” by ShitKid: Jenny reading letter from her secret admirer, gets rent from the girls. (1:16-2:40)

“Fire Escape” by Nine One One: Jenny reading letter before finding the Night Nurse upstairs. (29:06-29:32)

“The Wellerman” (original music box version): Charles winds up music box, hits Night Nurse with it, kicks her into Angie. (43:07-43:49)

“Young Blood- White Sea Remix” by The Naked and Famous, White Sea: End of episode- Niko starts to read letters from mother, Charles and Crystal kiss, end credits. (48:22-50:59)

🐉The Case of the Two Dead Dragons 🐉:

“Thunder” by ZEE MACHINE: Interviewing students about Brad & Hunter. (14:24-15:11)

“Apocalypse” by Cigarettes After Sex: Jenny and Maxine mid-date. (26:54-28:04)

“Melting” by Kali Uchis: Jenny and Maxine late date until stalker reveal. (36:25-38:10)

“Disorder” by Joy Division: End credits. (49:49-50:41)

🍄The Case of the Creeping Forest🍄:

“Who’s Ur Girl?” By The Mysterines: Niko redecorates her room. (1:15-1:29)

“The Wellerman” (original Music box version): Sea calming music box, playing inside Angie. (13:45-14:07, 15:35-15:49)

“A.T.T.A.C.K” by Arre! Arre!: Niko tries to get Jenny to forgive her in the butcher shop. (20:49-21:57)

“Shakedown” by Infamous Stiffs: End credits. (51:17-52:11)

🕷️The Case of the Very Long Stairway🕷️:

“Under the Milky Way” by The Church: Charles’ memories of his death. (11:06-13:15)

“Dinner Jazz” by Tony Kinsey: Limbo/Hotel lobby in Hell. (17:27-18:27, 44:13-44:30)

“Revolution Action” by Atari Teenage Riot: David turns on lights and music in abandoned bowling alley. (30:20-30:48)

“Window Shopping” by Robert Foster: Gluttony/Café when exiting Hell. (43:13-43:35)

“Circle In The Sand” by Belinda Carlisle: Jenny singing in Crystal’s head while possessed. (31:43-33:50)

“Burning” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Monty flies away from rooftop, Esther works on her machine, Jenny sleeps while Niko looks at Cursed Magic 8 ball, Night Nurse knocks on supervisor’ door, Crystal eats first memory marble, end credits. (52:37-55:16)

🐍The Case of the Hungry Snake🐍 :

“Standing In The Way of Control” by Gossip: Crystal’s first memory marble. (1:18-2:04)

“I’m What You Want” by Walt Disco: Crystal Club fight memory. (8:35-8:48)

“When I’m Gone” by Ging: Crystal says goodbye and leaves the butcher shop. (16:18-18:13)

“Sleeping On Grassy Ground” by The Heavy Heavy: Charles and Edwin wake up in Esther’s house. (25:55-27:43)

“Who’s Sorry Now” by Connie Francis: Niko and Crystal break into Esther’s house. (30:35-31:17)

“Loss & Relax” by Black Belt Eagle Scout: Talking in Niko’s room. (40:44-42:59)

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And if you like lists of things like I do, you can check out my other Dead Boy Detective ones here!

When Charles’ shirt color changes

George Rextrew’s Edwin comic inspo board

Moves, Incidents, and Cases masterlist

Swearing Stats Masterlist

First pass at finding where the songs in the score are used- full post with timestamps in progress.

#dead boy detectives #dbda #dead boy detective agency #dead boy detectives Netflix #dead boy detectives soundtrack #edwin payne #charles rowland #crystal palace #niko sasaki #music #soundtrack #Spotify #netflix #renew dead boy detectives #dbda playlist #compiled by me #Dbdshow

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rosielovesspence · 2 years ago

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Heart-Shaped Sunglasses

Summary: The one where you’re a TikToker and he’s an actor, no one knows you’re dating until it is accidentally revealed by a show host.

“And we have an amazing guest of Jack Champion!” Drew Barrymore welcomed Jack onto the show. Talking about his TikToks before Drew brought up his coffee order, a small Spider-Man on the cup. “Oooh, you like Spider-Man?” Before Jack could think up an excuse for liking Spider-Man he just spoke. “Oh yeah, but it’s on there because my girlfriend loves Spider-Man, like with a passion. Her favorite to date!” He had rambled on about his girlfriend before even noticing. “Awww cute! You seem lovestruck, who is this girl??” Jack flushed and dismissed the question so she went on to talking about favorite TikToks. “Oh, I really like this one, tell me if you’ve heard of her Jack, Y_n.luvs.dilfs.” Jack flushed, it was very visible on the camera. “She and her boyfriend post such cute videos, oooh she posted a new one!”

Drew pulled the TikTok up with the display behind them. Y/n dancing around with a boy, his face covered by a Spider-Man sweater, she had made Jack buy that. She then pulled up the newest one, being Y/n leaning over her camera, holding a coffee cup caption being, “When your bf gets your barista to draw Spider-Man and Hello Kitty on your cups :)” As she turned around walking toward the boy in the Spider-Man sweater, a Spider-Man backpack on her back and a Hello Kitty one on his. Drew turned to Jack, “Hmm, that’s funny.” Jack laughed awkwardly, looking down at his coffee cup. Drew did the same.

“Well, we were talking about blind dates and Tinder before the show so I wanted to ask your opinion on dates of such. “Oh I feel they’re quite weird, like reading a resume out loud.” Drew nodded, “How did you meet your girlfriend? Was it a blind date?” Jack shook his head, “No we just met out in public, I accidentally spilled coffee on her.”

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Y_n.luvs.dilfs is live! You sat in your hotel room, live on your phone, talking and chatting while you wrote on your laptop. Mason Gooding had joined your live a while ago, joking around with you about the way you guys had met. “Ughhh...stop reminding me of the bruise I left.” You remembered being on the Scream set with Jack, just walking around outside the sets, when you accidentally bumped into Mason, bruising his arm from the impact. “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to hit you!” Mason just laughed, “It’s fine.” Jack came up behind you, “I signed you up for a role!” Mason laughed, “So this is the girlfriend Jack doesn’t shut up about got it.” Jack had a cardboard outfit on. “What??” Jack laughed, “It’s a small role, you’re just a girl at a party. So technically you were in Scream for about 10 minutes. “S-she’s gorgeous.” “Go ask her out then dude! Do it! Do it Do it!!” You laughed at the memory. It was especially funny since no one else knew you were even her.

“What’s so funny, Y/n?” You smiled, “Just saw a funny post.” You continued to talk to Mason when you picked up your coffee, grimacing at the bitter taste. “Gross.” you looked at the cup to realize it had Hello Kitty on it. “Aww man, he has my coffee!” Mason laughed, “He’s gonna complain about the sweetness for sure.” “Yeah he sure does like his shit bitter.

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“Jack, you haven’t touched your coffee at all.” He scrunched his nose at the thought of the coffee. “It’s too sweet for me.” Drew tilted her head, sipping her own coffee, “Then why get it?” Jack laughed, “It’s actually my girlfriend’s, she has mine.” He ended up drinking some of it anyway, not really the way he liked his coffe, but the sweetness reminded him of you. “Wait, when we met last night you had a Hello Kitty bag.” Drew re-called, laughing slightly. “Oh yeah, me and my girlfriend have that Spider-Man boyfriend, Hello Kitty girlfriend dynamic, but she’s the Spider-Man nerd.” Drew laughed, “Your mom told me about that. That’s cute!”

“Okay onto our next interview activity, you may know this from the Ellen show but today we are going to do a phone swap.” Jack raised his eyebrow, confusion gracing his features. “Okay so we swap phones and make one call on each other’s phones.” Jack, when handed Drew’s phone, called Matthew Lillard who didn’t pick up. Drew looked through his contacts for a moment, deciding who her victim would be, when she stumbled upon the perfect contact name. “Babygirl<3?” Drew asked aloud, looking at Jack, who’s face flushed. “My girlfriend.” Drew pressed ring and put the phone on speaker and rang her up, since she was on a live the phone went to voicemail, “This is Y/n! Sorry I couldn’t make it to the phone, I’ll call you back.” Jack flushed as Drew’s face lit up in excitement, “Y/n?!”

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Jack’s contact name lit up on your screen and then disappeared. “Oh, so i’m going to end my live now because my boyfriend called me and I need to call him back, byeeee Mason!” You smiled, and ended your live, calling Jack “What’s up baby boy?” You had no idea your voice was on speaker, “Hi, this is Drew Barrymore!!” You let out a squeak, “Drew Barrymore??” You could hear Jack’s small chuckle from the other side of the phone. “So it’s been confirmed, Y_n.luvs.dilfs. is dating Jack Champion! So you bought him the Hello Kitty backpack?” “Yeah.” You turned on your television quietly. There Jack was, right on screen next to Drew who had his phone in her hand as he had his head down on her table. When he looked up, he stared straight at his phone. “How long are you gonna embarrass me?” You giggled quietly which Jack heard through the phone, “Hey, don’t make fun of me!” You both laughed as Drew cut into the conversation. “So, did you drive Jack here? If so, you should come pick him up early so I can talk to you.” You were silently fangirling about the idea of meeting Drew Barrymore as you got into your car. “That sounds good.”

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“Well guys, while Y/n drives over to get Jack and meet with us we’ll be talking to our next celebrity guest!” Jack sat behind set, watching some of your TikToks, his favorite on being you dancing around your room with your heart-shaped sunglasses on, lip-syncing Lana Del Ray as he layed on the bed behind you, smiling. He knew his smile wasn’t visible on the camera but he remembered watching you record. You then walked up to him, a visitor badge lanyarded around your neck. “Hey baby!” He smiled up at you, leaning in for a kiss. “Hello princess!” He kissed you softly before you were both called back up to Drew’s set.

“And now we have back Jack Champion! With another guest his lovely girlfriend Y/n! Whose TikToks we spoke about earlier!”

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You’ve had a public relationship since a couple weeks ago when you met with Drew. You had all but taken control of Jack’s TikTok, recording everything for him. You had even posted a TikTok together, in your gym clothes with the caption “Forcing your homebody gf to go to the gym with you<3″ Jack said that was the funniest caption he had come up with. You thought your comment was better “Yk I’m just here to watch you workout, right?” You had taken a picture with his hair pulled back, making his forehead look huge. He posted it, “Idk where you guys got the idea Spider had a big forehead.” You had commented on that one as well, “Forehead looks average dw boo” and reposted it. Your relationship was just a cute public thing now, and you liked it that way.

#jack champion #jack champion fanfic #jack champion fluff #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n

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local-redhead-bookworm · 5 months ago

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One of the few solid critiques I’ve seen of Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel is that the shows pick and choose which moral failings to depict as bad or as just funny.

Essay-length rant under the cut, also Hellaverse-typical TWs for abuse, SA, and general lack of morals

Disclaimers:

I’m not hating on these shows. I love both of these shows, but I’m an English major so I think it’s important for me to be able to analyze what exactly I think is not working. I’m interested in a discussion, but if all you��re here to do is spew hate with no good-faith criticisms, I will block you.

These shows do not need to teach morals. These pieces of media are both intended for adult audiences, and adults should be able to understand that a depiction does not equal support. My criticism is that this moral inconsistency is sometimes to the overall tone’s detriment.

These two shows are both set in hell. Following the usual rules of hell, you wind up there regardless of what you did, so all sins should be considered equal in that regard. Of course, we as people tend to think of some sins as less forgivable than others—namely abuse, SA, and murder. I’m making broad generalizations here, but please roll with me.

The biggest problem with Hellaverse writing is that the writers aren’t consistent on what is considered morally bad in the show. These shows both center around complex, deeply flawed people, and I find that really enjoyable from a storytelling perspective because I love nuanced, flawed characters.

There are a few notable instances where this moral ambiguity works in the storytelling’s favor. Stella screaming and throwing things at Stolas (Loo Loo Land) is something the audience is primed to see as a joke, but it is used to set up the later reveal that she is in fact highly abusive (The Circus) and attempted to have him killed (Harvest Moon, Western Energy). Stolas being casually condescending to Moxxie and Millie (Loo Loo Land) and his imp servants (Seeing Stars, Full Moon) is not heavily remarked upon, but it is later used to set up his classism being a point of contention between him and Blitzø.

However, the protagonists often exhibit similar behaviors to the villains and this isn’t treated as morally wrong, or sometimes an incident is treated as minor. This problem is most glaring in cases of sexual harassment or SA. Blitzø’s repeated stalking of Moxxie and Millie, including watching them have sex without their knowledge or consent, is treated as a joke. Moxxie being kissed by the incubi and succubi (Spring Broken) is treated as a joke. Likewise Sir Pentious being dragged into the sex room in Welcome to Heaven is also treated as a joke, in spite of the episode’s b-plot being Angel Dust confronting Valentino, who is primarily shown to be bad through his sexual abuse of Angel Dust. Angel Dust harasses Husk at the bar from episodes 1-4, and while this is connected to Angel’s porn star persona and I do seem to recall it stopping after “Loser, Baby”, it’s still not treated as a problem, just as Angel Dust being Angel Dust. Other incidents of note are the running so-called joke of Loona fat-shaming Moxxie not being a problem, whereas when Mammon fat-shames Fizzarolli it is used to signify Mammon as a bad person.

I would also like to highlight the nature of Blitzø’s and Stolas’ full moon deal. In my opinion it is a running problem of dubious consent and poor kink negotiation. Let’s cover this in chronological order for sake of ease. In The Circus, Stolas starts out describing a sexual fantasy of Blitzø, his former childhood friend and first love, sneaking into his house to “ravish” Stolas. However, when Blitzø reciprocates and feeds into the fantasy, Stolas becomes hesitant. I believe this is intended to read as him being flustered, but he is extremely hesitant until Blitzø bites him. Stolas later forges the Full Moon deal with Blitzø while Blitzø is, to keep things to the point, under duress (Murder Family). Neither of these circumstances show both parties giving full consent. Hence, dub-con. Furthermore, as per The Circus and “we don’t do words, we do sex” (Apology Tour), Stolas and Blitzø have a strong precedent for poorly negotiated BDSM and lack of proper kink safety. However, the show’s inconsistency with how it handles sexual harassment and power imbalances weakens the impact of the Full Moon deal’s transactional nature on the relationship.

I greatly enjoy Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel, as I enjoy flawed and complex characters. I do not expect the show to address every issue raised here with the care that should be used in real life, as this is a fictional story set in hell. However, the writers’ inconsistency, particularly when it comes to depicting power imbalances and sexual harassment/SA, leads to a muddled tone which confuses the audience to a point where it is not beneficial to telling the story.

Because I’m a nerd but can’t be bothered to format 100%, here’s my works cited:

Danny Motta. “I Was WRONG About Blitz | Blitz Vs Stolas Debate.” YouTube.

Sarcastic Chorus. “STOLAS DID EVERYTHING WRONG - Stolitz Analysis.” YouTube.

Vivziepop’s Helluva Boss playlist. YouTube.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #vivziepop #hellaverse #helluva boss critical #hazbin hotel critical #I don’t really want to tag this as critical because I’m not bashing the shows #I’m interested in a genuine discussion on this #I still love these shows #this is just something that bothers me #and I think it’s a valid critique #also I switched into essay writing mode for a bit please don’t think I’m being condescending #tw sa #tw rape #tw abuse #tw sa mention #tw rape mention

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muddy-water-1997 · 6 months ago

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𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌

��𝖶: 𝖡𝗎𝗌𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝖻𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁. 𝖭𝗈 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌' 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌

Chapter 8 - Time Check

Pacing the room with your iPad in one hand, a document in the other, and your once cutely messy hair now in the worst state it has ever been, you repeat the key phrases in your head.

No cameras on Minho and Han together for more than three seconds. Hyunjin and Felix must always have one of their brands on display. Chris must always be stood on one end of the group. Translators must always be on hand to help translate. Felix and Chris cannot act as translators in real-time.

Time check. 2 hours until wardrobe and makeup arrive. Fuck.

A welcome knocking comes to the door, giving you a second to pause as it slowly creeps open. “Coffee?” Chris’ quiet voice fills the space once filled with your footsteps. The takeaway cup in his hand looked like it had been gifted to you by the gods.

“Please.” You smile softly, turning your head back to the task at hand. Chris lingered. You looked up again in his direction with a concerned look. “Is something wrong? Do I need to amend something?” You quickly place your iPad on top of the documents in your other hand and grab the pen from behind your ear,

“No, no. Nothing like that.” He clarified, allowing you a sigh of relief. “I’m just sorry, I guess? All the quiet suspicion must have been concerning, and then you’re thrown into this room with a lot of work.” His gaze fell over to the pile of documents on the hotel room desk.

“You think this is a lot?” You chuckled. “That is a lot!” You nod toward the bed full of bags waiting for you at your entrance before returning to the iPad. “While I have you here…” your questioning tone pipes Chris’ interest. “Is there a reason I can’t allow…” You read directly from the document to ensure you get it right: “... A camera near waist level around Minho at any time?” Chris's laugh made you realise this was probably a lower-level rule to follow.

“Lee Know has a habit of touching asses. It's best to ensure we keep it off-camera in professional settings.” Chris places the coffee on your desk before retreating to the door. “Thank you for this, y/n. It’s a lot to take on in such a short time.” You smiled softly in his direction as he left the room. One of the staff followed him in soon after with another stack of paper, and you roll your eyes. Loud pinging from your phone indicated another call- Hair and makeup are getting here earlier. You’ve never been more thrilled. Before the member of staff in the room leaves, you ask them to round up the boys to be ready for hair and makeup to arrive in half an hour before turning back to your documents.

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“No, you’re not hearing me…” your voice grew louder on the phone to the production team at the radio station. “... I’m telling you we need side door access. I’m not having them walk through the front door. Are you mad!?” The room door slowly opened, revealing Changbin at the door with a woman standing behind him. Oh god. You still can’t tell if this man even likes you. “Listen to me when I tell you, if we end up coming through that front door, I will be making it my professional mission to destroy your name in the industry. Do you hear me? No, you started raising your voice at me first. Make it happen.” You slam your phone down onto the desk before sighing out a muffled scream into your hands before turning around to greet Changbin properly.

“Hi, Changbin, sorry about that. Some production crews just don’t like to listen.” You give a shy smile, and you could have sworn you saw a glint of pride flash across his face. He led the quiet lady into the room.

“Y/N, this is your hair and makeup artist. She’ll be sorting you out for tonight.” You looked at him, confused and down at the tracksuit you were wearing.

“Hair and makeup? Why? I’m not going on the radio appearance,” You ask while looking at your watch. You don’t have time for hair and makeup.

“No, but you’ll be walking with staff, and photographers will be everywhere.” He explains, “Just let us do this for you?” He pushes, and you nod reluctantly. A smile finally graces his face, and he points at the wardrobe. “One of our wardrobe staff picked you out something to wear; it's in there. We’ll see you in an hour or so.” He exchanged some words in Korean with the lady who was setting up her makeup station, and the conversation ended with a light laugh before he left. You grab your iPad and go to her chair to work while you get your hair and makeup done for the evening.

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Really? This is what they chose for you to wear? It’s not quite to your work taste, but the idea of a little black dress with a blazer was still appealing. You pull it out of the grand wardrobe and lay it out on the space that's cleared on the bed before shutting the wardrobe and turning to the mirror. The hair and makeup artist was excellent at what she did. Your makeup looked flawless, and she noticed the red lip you had on previously and reapplied a deeper red for you, which looked much better than the one you had on. You’ll have to make a mental note to ask her about that brand at some point.

You get changed into the dress, purposely removing the tag and not looking at it, knowing the price would make you uncomfortable if you saw it. Turning to the mirror to smooth yourself and put the blazer on, you hardly recognised yourself. Working in PR for Stray Kids was on your inspiration board, but you never believed it could be an option. Breathing through the shock, you spot a little Gucci bag from earlier on the bed. Opening it up, you see your perfume. Chris remembered. Your mind wonders back to that confrontation; it seemed a little intimate. The heat in your body started to rise before a knock on the door quickly snapped you out of it.

“Ms Y/N, we need you at the cars in 10.” A staff member's voice called through the door, and you called back a confirmation. Quickly spritzing yourself in perfume, you grabbed your bag your iPad, and slipped your heels on before hurrying to the door. It swung open to three staff members waiting for you. One gentleman had a bag of documents, one was much taller and more prominent, and the third was a younger woman with a pen and paper.

“Ms Y/N, we’ll be your staff today” The younger lady smiled, although you were pretty taken aback. “I’m Billie; I’ll be your assistant” Her smile stayed wide before pointing at the more prominent man. “This is Theo; he’ll be your bodyguard for the trip,” Theo held a hand out for you to shake, which, through your dazed confusion, you gladly accepted. “And this is William. He’s like a mini-me; he has anything additional we may need for the trip.” William gave a gentle nod, which you reciprocated.

“You're going to be riding with the rest of management…” Billie explained as you all started making your way down the hallway. You nodded as she pulled a document out to show you. “This is the journey mapped out for the trip to the station” You looked at the paper as you found yourself at the top of the stairs to go down to the cars. Looking up from the document for a moment to find your footing on the stairs, you lock eyes with the eight men standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting. The looks in their eyes could be mistaken for awe if it wasn’t for the fact that they were international superstars and you were merely a temporary PR service for them.

Making your way to the bottom of the grand steps of the Hilton, the eight men made their way over to greet you.

“Y/N… wow”, Felix muttered, signalling you to do a little spin on the spot, which you obliged too happily. Praise came from all angles, and you thanked and greeted them before looking at your watch.

“Cars!” You instructed, “We’re going to be late otherwise… let's go!” you clapped a few times, signalling them to get a move on. Chris held back with you slightly, leaning in like he had mere hours before.

“You’re right… Gucci smells good on you.” With a wink, he made his way out to the cars. You felt the familiar heat rush to your cheeks as he walked away.

“Ms Y/N?” Billie's voice snapped you out of the blissful void you found yourself in. “We need to go too…” You fanned your face and nodded as you headed out to the cars.

NEXT CHAPTER

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌!

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

#bang chan #fanfic #kpop #stray kids #ot8 x you #ot8 #skz ot8 #stray kids ot8 #ot8 x reader #han jisung

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whocaresimnothere · 9 months ago

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Melody of the Radio Demon

Alastor x Reader

The descent into Hell was not marked by fire and brimstone as one might expect, but by an eerie silence that settled like a suffocating blanket over the landscape. As you crossed the threshold from the mortal realm into the infernal abyss, a chill crept into your bones, a sensation that seemed to seep from the very ground beneath your feet.

The transition was gradual, almost imperceptible at first. The world around you blurred and shifted, colours bleeding into one another until all that remained was a monochromatic haze. The air grew thick with a heavy, cloying scent, like the musk of decay mingled with the acrid tang of sulphur.

And then, with a jolt that sent shivers down your spine, you found yourself standing on the banks of a river of molten lava, its fiery currents snaking their way through the barren wasteland like serpents in search of prey. The ground beneath your feet trembled with each step, a constant reminder of the tumultuous nature of the realm you now found yourself in.

As you surveyed your surroundings, a sense of dread washed over you like a tidal wave. The landscape was desolate and inhospitable, a twisted mockery of the world you once knew. Jagged rocks jutted from the ground like the shattered remnants of some ancient civilization, their sharp edges gleaming in the dim light of the crimson sky.

The gates of Hell rose like colossal sentinels, their twisted spires scraping the blood-red sky, while the sulfurous stench thickened the air, a tangible reminder of the realm's infernal nature. As you crossed the threshold, the ground beneath your feet felt unnervingly solid yet volatile, as if the very earth were writhing in torment. The cacophony of wails and screams echoed in the distance, a haunting symphony that reverberated through your bones.

Each step forward felt like a descent into madness, the landscape unfolding before you in all its grotesque grandeur. Jagged rocks jutted from the ground like the shattered remnants of some ancient civilization, while rivers of molten lava snaked their way through the barren wasteland, casting an eerie glow upon the desolate terrain.

Amidst the chaos, the Hazbin Hotel stood as a beacon of defiance, its grand façade a stark contrast to the surrounding gloom. Its ornate architecture spoke of a bygone era, a time when elegance and opulence reigned supreme. But here, in the heart of Hell, it stood as a refuge for lost souls, a sanctuary where sinners sought redemption.

As you approached the hotel, a towering figure emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he purred, his voice dripping with honeyed venom. "A lost soul seeking refuge in my humble abode?"

You swallowed hard, the weight of his gaze bearing down on you like a leaden shroud. "I... I suppose so," you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

The demon's grin widened, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. "No need to be shy, my dear," he chuckled. "Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where every sinner has a second chance at redemption... or so they say."

With a flourish of his hand, the demon gestured for you to follow him inside, the doors creaking open to reveal the bustling interior of the hotel. As you stepped across the threshold, you were greeted by a whirlwind of activity – demons of all shapes and sizes going about their business with reckless abandon.

The lobby was a symphony of chaos, the air filled with the sounds of laughter, music, and the occasional scuffle. Demons lounged on plush couches, sipping cocktails and engaging in animated conversation, while others darted to and fro, their eyes alight with mischief and mayhem.

You couldn't help but marvel at the sight, the vibrant energy of the hotel filling you with a sense of hope you hadn't felt in ages. Perhaps, just perhaps, this place could offer you the fresh start you so desperately craved.

Lost in thought, you barely noticed the demon leading you through the crowded lobby, his voice fading into the background as you took in your surroundings. It wasn't until he spoke again that you snapped back to reality, his words pulling you from your reverie.

"Well, my dear, it seems you've arrived just in time for the show," he chuckled, his grin widening as he gestured towards the stage at the center of the room. "Care to join me for a little entertainment?"

You hesitated for a moment, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of your mind. But as you glanced around the bustling lobby, the infectious energy of the hotel washing over you like a tidal wave, you knew that this was where you belonged.

With a nod and a smile, you followed the demon towards the stage, eager to see what other surprises awaited you in this strange new world called Hell.

The demon led you through the maze of tables and chairs, his every movement graceful yet predatory. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of unease in his presence, a primal instinct warning you of the danger that lurked beneath his charming facade.

As you approached the stage, the sounds of laughter and conversation faded into the background, replaced by the soft strains of a melancholy melody. The spotlight illuminated the figure standing at the center of the stage, a lone demon with a violin cradled against his chest.

He was unlike any demon you had ever seen – tall and slender, with a shock of fiery red hair and eyes that burned with an otherworldly intensity. His features were sharp and angular, his every movement exuding a sense of power and authority.

But it was the music that truly captivated you, its haunting melody weaving its way through the air like a siren's song. It spoke of pain and longing, of a world lost to darkness and despair. And yet, beneath the melancholy notes, there was a glimmer of hope, a flicker of light in the midst of the abyss.

You found yourself drawn to the stage, unable to tear your eyes away from the enigmatic figure before you. It was as if he were speaking directly to your soul, reaching out across the vast expanse of eternity to touch something deep within you.

As the final notes of the melody faded into silence, the demon lowered his violin, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he mused, his voice smooth as silk. "A new face in the crowd, perhaps?"

You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. "I... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I was just..."

The demon waved away your apology with a dismissive gesture. "Nonsense, my dear. You're more than welcome here," he said, his smile sending a shiver down your spine. "In fact, I daresay you might just be the most interesting thing to happen to this place in quite some time."

You blinked in surprise, unsure of how to respond to his cryptic words. But before you could say anything, a commotion erupted from the back of the room, drawing your attention away from the demon on stage.

A group of demons had gathered around a table, their voices raised in heated argument as they gestured wildly at each other. You couldn't make out what they were saying, but the tension in the air was palpable, a storm brewing on the horizon.

Without thinking, you found yourself edging closer to the fray, a sense of curiosity overriding your better judgment. But before you could get too close, a firm hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back from the edge of danger.

You turned to see the demon from the stage standing beside you, his eyes narrowed in concern. "Best not to get involved in that particular... altercation," he said, his tone laced with amusement. "Things tend to get rather... messy around here."

You nodded, grateful for his intervention. "Thank you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

The demon smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Think nothing of it, my dear. After all, what are friends for?"

And with that enigmatic remark, he turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving you standing alone in the midst of the chaos.

As you watched him go, a sense of unease settled over you, a nagging feeling that there was more to this demon than met the eye. But try as you might, you couldn't shake the feeling that your fates were somehow intertwined, bound together by the invisible threads of destiny.

With a sigh, you turned and made your way back to the safety of the sidelines, eager to put the events of the evening behind you. But deep down, you knew that this was only the beginning of your journey into the heart of darkness, a journey that would test your courage, your strength, and your very soul.

And as you gazed out into the sea of faces, each one a testament to the sins of humanity, you couldn't help but wonder what other secrets this strange new world called Hell held in store.

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #fanfic #radio demon #x reader

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kittyhuii · 1 year ago

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𝙇𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙖𝙯𝙚

"I just wanna stay, in that lavender haze"

inspired by Taylor Swift's 'Lavender Haze'

genre: smut

pairings: celebrity!jun x gn!reader (Jun calls reader Angel)

word count: 1,056 words (barely proofread)

synopsis: Being in a relationship with such an a-list celebrity was definitely one of your wildest dreams. Of course, such a dream come true has its drawbacks, but both you and Jun are determined to stay in that lavender haze.

a/n: hey yall ik i haven't been active in a while, its just that school is actually school-ing rn and i been busy with it, but here's a draft that i've been working on before school even started, enjoy!

A white limousine came to a halt just in front of the red carpet that was welcoming only the most known celebrities in the industry. The car door was opened by a man in a suit, probably a butler of some sort. And as the door opens, the flashes of the cameras beside you intensified, taking pictures of the fine man who immediately graced the red carpet as he stepped out of his car. You look through the camera lens, admiring the purple–coated celebrity who was causing flashes of light and screams all around the venue – Wen Junhui.

It’s rare to hear from someone who has not at least heard about Wen Junhui, he’s always the talk of the town – considering his phenomenal acting skills ever since he was just a child he himself earned such a reputation – getting nominated for ‘Best Actor’ in any award show and winning the said nominations, going home carrying gold on his arms and a smug smile on his face.

“I’m going to be a famous actor one day!” the child with spiky bangs next to you exclaimed. You giggled playfully at his adorable antics. “Yah, you mustn't forget about me then” you joked half-heartedly, what you weren’t expecting was how much your friend looked offended. “Of course, I won’t! We should be actors together!” the boy suggested, like he always does. Sure, you loved the idea every time he brought it up but you were just not cut out for that. Noticing your silence, the self-proclaimed future actor continued nagging you. “The only closest I will be to a celebrity is probably being part of a paparazzi or something…” you replied, hoping it will shut him up for now, but soon that idea was scratched out when he only kept nagging you the entire day.

“How can you keep admiring that photo when I’m right in front of you?” Jun inquired, snapping you out of your thoughts. He went closer to where you were seated and peeked at the photo that was displayed on your camera, seemingly mimicking the pose that he had on the said photo, earning a giggle from you. “So,” Jun started, “... date tonight?” he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, especially since people know that you’re staying in this part of the city”. As tempting as it was, you knew you had to reject it. Having such a large fan base as an artist can be a bit of a burden sometimes, especially during times like these – where it seems like a fan could pop up at any moment, busting you two.

Rejecting Jun’s idea of going on a date surely didn’t atone to the fact that you were in front of him, sprawled on the bed of your shared hotel room.

You lifted your head up and gazed at the man in front of you, the bright light from the ceiling seemingly hitting the back of his purple sweater, emitting a lavender aura around him. In one swift motion, the black necktie wrapped around the collar of his sweater was undone and thrown across whatever corner of the room. The thick and plush purple fabric of his sweater was soon lifted off of him, revealing the toned muscles covering his lean body. “Like what you see?” He asked, a smug look evident on his beautiful face – God, you hate him, you hate how he’s the only one who can you have wrapped around his finger. A nod was all you could respond before he leisurely walked to the side of the bed. As he makes his way to you, his smoldering gaze never left you – who is growing tenser and flustered with each passing second.

“Strip.” was all he had to say before you went down your knees on the bed, unbuttoning your clothes and taking off the thin fabric of a cloth that wasn’t really hiding the lust that has long been pent up deep inside you. “So pretty for me…” Jun whispered, brushing his cold and slender fingers on your heat–covered cheek, admiring your petite and delicate features. As he was doing so, you were down to the last piece of clothing that was covering your entirety. However, you felt hesitant – your fingers stopping on the waistband of your underwear, fidgeting with it. Jun, who was growing impatient, now had both his hands on your waist. “Don’t be shy now, Angel” he teased, as he started to pull on the waistband of your underwear himself though he soon stops. “May I?” he asked, making sure he wasn’t crossing any boundaries, and so, you nodded in response.

“Jun…,” you cry out as you felt your high quickly approaching. “Yes, Angel?” he grunts, all the while he was filling you up with length, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. “…I’m close” your voice, almost as inaudible as a whisper, but Jun knew just from the way your cheeks flush red and you clenching around the girth of his cock. “Fuck…” he grunts again, “…if you keep doing that I’m gonna cum”. Jun’s words flipped a switch inside you, one that had you arching your back as you blissed out. Meanwhile, the sounds of Jun’s thrusting only grew more lewd, now with your arousal acting as lube. Your climax had you dizzy, unable to fathom the fact that Jun was practically pounding into you as he rode himself to ecstasy. Jun thrusts into you one last time as he felt shockwaves sent through his entire body by his climax before he pulls out of you in one quick motion, jerking his cock before strings of white liquid erupts from the tip of his cock, the white liquid pooling on your stomach as you two lay on the bed, side–by–side, completely disheveled.

You look to your left and you see Jun with a smile on his face. “What’re you smiling about?” you ask, amused. “Nothing really, you just look beautiful”. “Oh please” you cringe at his cheesy remark as you smacked his shoulder as a joke, earning a hearty laugh from him and you doing the same. That’s when you realized that you would do anything in your place to stay, to stay with him in this lavender haze.

a/n: this has been in my drafts for more than a month now istg, but now it finally sees light hehe, hope yall liked it and ill try to be more active despite of school.

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silvers-smuttery · 7 months ago

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Commission: Bruce's Blondes

“I must say, Mister Wayne, this evening has been simply delightful”, Karen Starr complimented the gentleman sitting opposite of her in his limousine. The two had arranged a meeting to discuss a joint business venture of Starrware Industries and the Wayne Foundation. Needless to say negotiations went off without a hitch as both business partners shared the same goal behind it. The rest of the evening was mostly a pleasant dinner between Karen Starr and Bruce Wayne, filled with laughter and mild flirting, which eventually turned into quite overt flirting as the alcohol kept flowing. Or at least, that’s the excuse either of them would present, should the gentleman’s hand creeping down her back, or the lady’s leg rubbing against his be met with controversy. Not that it was.

“I’m certainly glad you enjoyed it. Just one moment, I’ll have Alfred drive you to your hotel”, Bruce took the compliment, holding his champagne out to clink their glasses together. Bruce knew Karen’s real identity, and she knew his. It was that spark of trust that has even led to this business venture to begin with. Seeing his teammate in the stunning, white shoulderless gown, her gaze smoldering as she looked at him with bedroom eyes, did get Bruce a little hot under his collar. Maybe the two could see just how hot things would get in her hote-

“Actually, I never booked one. I was hoping the great Bruce Wayne would be hospitable enough to let me stay the night~”, Power Girl smirked, sipping on her Champagne. She knew from the beginning how this date was going to go. No need to book a room when you know you only need one. And if things hadn’t worked out, she could have simply flown home, followed by an awkward day at the Watch Tower.

The proposition actually managed to startle Bruce. Seeing the stoic Batman’s alter ego choke and cough up his sparkling wine only served to broaden Power Girl’s scarlet red smile, drawing out a small fit of giggles. Though Bruce had an idea that it wasn’t meant as a joke. “My place? Uhm, sure, I’d love to”, The fact that Bruce was THIS startled however did peak the blonde’s curiosity, as well as raising her eyebrow as Bruce caught his composure. Was Bruce keeping secrets from the team again? This twist was certainly unexpected, though really only made the blonde that much more excited to go.

Finally stopping at the front entrance of the large mansion, Bruce was ever the gentleman, extending a hand to help his guest step out of his car. Arm in arm, the two kept advancing towards the door. “A word of warning. My new employee is a little… eccentric”, he explained plainly as he opened the door. Before Karen could even soak that information in, she was greeted by a high-pitched scream, followed by her face getting engulfed by something soft and squishy.

“Welcome home, Mister B. And here I was thinkin’ ya might stay the night out with that blonde bombshell!”

“No Harley, in fact, you are currently smothering that blonde bombshell”

“Oops, sorry. Miss Starr!”

Karen heard that right, didn’t she? That was Harley Quinn. And when her wide eyes were freed of what had to be Double-Ds of cleavage, her suspicions were confirmed. Before her stood Harley Quinn, not in her bodysuit, but in a ridiculously small and revealing Maid Uniform, apparently with nothing else beneath her black apron decorated with red frills. The blonde business woman’s mouth hung agape at the display, a small smile slowly creeping onto her face. Finally tearing herself away from the scandalous sight, Karen shot an excited side eye at Bruce. “That is quite the uniform you have for Miss Quinn, there Bruce”, Power Girl teased, trying hard to hold in her laughter.

“Ya got that wrong, Missy”, Harley interjected, pointing her finger right on her guest’s nose. “I made this one all by myself, so Mister B can have some eye candy while I work”, Harley almost moaned as she let her hands drift over her almost naked form. "Mister B was so kind in takin me in, and makin me his, I say he deserves it.” Harley twirled around, striking poses that barely left anything to their imagination. Her enormous butt was only covered in a tiny thong threatening to tear, while her front was only somewhat obscured by that uniform, barely able to contain her tits. “And I see you very much agree, Madame Starr!”, Harley chuckled. Before Bruce or Karen could intervene, Harley had already closed the distance between her and the other blonde, hands clammering at Power Girl’s big tits. “Gosh, these are firm. Are they really real?”

“Harley, please!”, Bruce interjected, hoping to get his maid to stop groping his guest, but it didn’t seem like she minded much. Power Girl only shot him a salacious look that told him. “You better make this fun, or I’m going to tell the League!”

“Yes, Miss Quinn. 100% real, as your boss is going to learn in a few minutes.”

Bruce was lost. It had become very apparent that he had lost control of this situation, and could only try to get it back. “How about we head up to bed then. Good night, Har-”

“Not so fast, ya blonde bimbo. Don’t think you can pull this on my watch!”, the blonde maid exclaimed, drawing attention back to her. “Don’t think I don’t know whatcha been doin’ all night. Flaunting your body all around to make Master B’s cock hard as a rock and give him balls as blue as a smurf!” Harley kept her hands clammering Karen’s tits, nails digging into her skin as much as they could given her Kryptinian physique. With her frustrations expressed, sorta, Harley moved down to her knees in front of her boss. Before they knew, Bruce’s pants were down at his ankles, his thick dick standing tall as Harley moved to cradle it. “In this house, this musky hunk of cock is my responsibility, ya better get back in line”, the blonde scowled, sticking her tongue out at Karen, before using it on that musky tip.

“Harley-”

“Oh, you don’t think this delicious gentleman is enough man to share? How greedy, Miss Quinn!”, Power Girl chuckled teasingly as she let her dress fall completely in front of Bruce, who took note of her distinct lack of underwear as she settled down right next to Harley. This situation was spiraling more and more out of control. As good as two twirling tongues from busty blondes felt around his burly dick, he had to take charge.

“ENOUGH!” Bruce’s yell echoed through the halls of Wayne Manor. Any moans and slurping sounds halted as the two women looked up in shock and surprise, at the stern growling voice the two had heard so often before. Albeit from different sides. “Bedroom! NOW!” Bruce didn’t wait for either of them to move on their own. He simply grabbed Power Girl and Harley’s blonde hair and dragged the two women along as he walked. Pained grunts were accompanied by hearty, growling moans as they followed his command, biting their lips while their soaked pussies left a trail behind them as they crawled on the floor..

Arriving at the master bedroom, Bruce practically threw the ladies onto the bed. Almost instinctively, the blonde ladies raised their asses at the patriarch of the house, huffing and panting out moans as they shook their cheeks and folds to entice him, drooling in excitement onto the soft sheets below. Their eyes met, giggling like school girls making a silent bet with each other, though their chuckles were cut short by a harsh smack against each of their cheeks, turning into shrill shrieks. “Go on, beg for it. What do you want?”, Bruce demanded them to speak, shoving two fingers into each of their soaking pussies and making them inhale sharply.

“Please, Master B. I am your maid- No! Your pet. I’m yours to use and dump your fat load into any of my holes and everywhere on my body. Slap me, beat me, dump all of your delicious spunk on me that this bitch tried to keep for herself!”, Harley panted like a dog, grinding her pussy on his fingers before biting down into the blanket she laid on.

“Yeah, let me be your loyal bitch dog. I need a big, strong, muscly stud to handle and breed me. You’re one of the few men who could handle me. I teased you all night so you could put a baby in your breeding bitch! I want my belly full and round with your baby batter for the rest of my life! *bark bark bark*!”, Power Girl continued with voicing their desires, eyes rolled up to the back of her head as she started fucking herself on his hand.

“Good girls”, Bruce praised them as he let his dick smack each of their asses, giving the illusion of making a choice when he had already decided which bitch to breed first. Karen’s tongue rolled out of her mouth when he pumped his cock into her waiting core in one go. The pressure inside the cunt from Krypton was almost overwhelming and it would have been for anybody who wasn’t the Batman. Bruce kept his composure while his hips rocked into the blonde’s wide womanly hips. Perfect to bear his seed when he was ready to unleash his load.

Harley couldn’t help but pout when he saw her Master breed the new skank first. “Well, ya got lucky you're the fancy new toy here”, the former jestress chuckled as she crawled over to her master’s new girl to suck up her lazy tongue and force hers into her gaping mouth, as Bruce grabbed Karen’s hips to pound her firm ass harder. It was her duty to support her Master and make sure he spread his seed as best as he could.

Bruce was focused on pounding Power Girl, so he was too preoccupied to pay attention to Harley crawling off the bed, until she turned up behind him. He had to take a pause when he felt Harley spread his ass cheeks, before her hot, wet tongue found its way to his rim. His balls churned and twitched when he felt her tongue his asshole. “I knew you were worth it Harley, good girl!”, Bruce praised his pig-tailed maid, which made her dig in deeper and more voraciously. Power Girl used the slight pause in the action to adjust her position, rolling over onto her back as she pulled Bruce in with all her body, arms and legs completely wrapped around the human stud and making him kiss her passionately.

With all the attention from two busty bombshell blondes, Bruce’s dam eventually broke. His balls exploded with a flood of cum pumped right into the Kryptonian’s baby chamber, which slurped up every little drip until it couldn’t possibly drink more.

“Oh, god..." Oh fuckk… I think I can feel my eggs getting fertilized. If you didn’t get me pregnant right now, nothing will, he”, Karen laughed, as much as exhaustion allowed her. Even she worked up a little sweat, though by far not as much as the stallion hunched over her, dripping the musky liquid over her. Once she noticed Harley at his backdoor, still lapping away, Power Girl whispered into his ear, “I think it’s time you gave her a treat too.”

Moments later, Harley was also on her back, back on the bed as Bruce thrust his dick into her waiting pussy. If anything, Power Girl's encouraging words made him rock her world even harder than he did hers, caressing his muscles as she watched her twintails bounce as the happy maid got pounded. "You want to see her get the same treatment?", Bruce asked the woman by his side.

"You know me so well. Not like we're going to give her a choice, but I don't think she'll mind", Karen Starr whispered in Bruce’s ear, her hands gently wandering down from his pecs to his abs, over his crotch towards Harley womb, caressing and pressing down on her baby chamber. She playfully bit his earlobe as she felt Bruce shoot another load into his maid, knocking her up too.

"You know there is no doubt our project will make me come to Gotham more often. What would you say if I just stayed? Y’know, so you can watch both of us progress~”, Power Girl offered herself to Gotham's Billionaire Playboy, sealing it with a deep kiss while Harley drooled her scrambled brain out of her mouth, basking in the warmth of her boss's seed flooding her ovaries.

#writing commissions #commissioned work #commission #writing commission #dc smut #bruce wayne smut #power girl smut #karen starr smut #harley quinn smut #maid harley

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unnoticed-poison · 8 months ago

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ᴅᴀʀᴋ! ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ! ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴛᴜᴅɪᴏꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏 】

【 𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖑𝖊𝖗 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟏 】

【 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝟐 】

Sorry for the long wait I was busy with life and other fics, plus I didn't know whenever to start with this movie or choose another one so I was stuck.

Oh yeah you need to read the trailer chap before this one if you haven't.

Oh yeah this fic is posted on AO3, Wattpad and quotev :3

"What do you mean this woman just fell from the sky?"

"She just did ok?!"

"I saw it too!"

"Oh she's moving she's waking up!"

"Step back everyone!"

As you felt yourself waking up, you slowly opened your eyes, your vision blurry as you pressed your hand on your temple, the pounding in your head was almost unbearable.

Releasing a soft groan, you struggled to set up while trying to recall what happened.

"Whoa easy now Signorina, let me help you!" Suddenly, you felt a pair of hands gently grasping your elbows, as they helped you stand on your feet.

You groaned again and turned your head to give the person you were leaning against a quick thanks.

Wait...

You thought once the blur cleared, you felt your heart drop when locked eyes with a shirtless tan-skinned man who sported long, dark hair and a full moustache, the wide grin on his face revealing the gap between his front teeth.

Who is this?

"Who the hell are you?!" You exclaimed, shoving the man off as you stepped back.

"Forgive me, Signorina, but we're the ones who should be asking the questions here, seeing as you suddenly appeared on our ship out of nowhere."

Huh?

You quickly backed up from the man and scanned your surroundings, the men surrounding you displayed a mixture of confusion and curiosity on their faces.

You frantically looked around for an escape, but saw nothing but the open ocean with no land in sight, your heart pounded loudly in your chest when you realized the situation you were in.

You were on a ship, in the middle of the fucking ocean, with what looked like to be pirates...

.......

....

You screamed.

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The men covered their ears in response to your screaming, their faces displaying the discomfort and shock at the volume of your shriek.

After a few moments, your scream died out, you looked around in confusion and panic.

Just where the hell were you?

"Stay back, don't come any closer!" You shouted, your body tense and voice shaking.

"Calm down, we're not going to hurt you." The buff man said in a gentle and reassuring tone, a contrast to her frantic demeanor.

Just as you were about to respond, you got interrupted.

"Well well well, look what we got here." A deep voice shouted from above, making you look up at the man who was standing above in the crow's nest, you squinted your eyes, trying to see the person talking.

Your eyes widened in recognition upon seeing the familiar face.

Was that..

Sinbad?!!

Oh my god

Oh my god..

OH MY FUCKING GOD!!

The man grabbed a rope and swung himself down, before letting go of the rope and performing a flip in the air. After he landed gracefully on the ship's floor, he stood up and dusted himself off before making his way over to you, who was too stunned and speechless to do anything.

"Looks like the gods have blessed us with this beautiful gift today, Welcome to my humble ship, princess." He smirked, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close, until your lips were mere inches apart. "You and I are gonna have so much fun."

............

What in the actual-

Annnd you fainted.

Hope you guys liked the chap, sorry it's super short ❣️

When she screamed imagine that screaming chicken from Moana, I put the gif down there.

Also alsooo I have a Yandere Hazbin hotel and Manhua/Manhwa fic so check them out if you're interested!

Hope you all have a wonderful day!

#yandere dreamworks #sinbad legend of the seven seas #yandere animation studios #Dark DreamWorks

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soraviie · 2 years ago

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being your secretary.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader ━ masterlist

━ about: fluff and crack, emphasis on the last one

━ pictures taken from Pinterest ━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

king of business casual attires

he hates wearing full suits, those are for exclusive meetings only as he finds them too stuffy

essentially somehow gets away with wearing a t-shirt by tossing a suit jacket over it

has a ton of nonprescription glasses that he wears fully for the right look of it, in reality, he wears his contact lenses and then glasses on top

would die of embarrassment if anyone found out about this

Also, definitely does not wear them just because you mentioned liking them on him once

arrives 10 minutes before you and prepares the morning briefing

power walks when he's irritated

if anyone hears those familiar dun dun dun steps, they scramble as fast as humanly possible

has been banned from the office kitchen after a very unfortunate coffee-making incident

gets cosmically stressed every other Wednesday and lets out this frustration by briefly screaming at the top of his lungs

does he know people can hear him? Does he care?

always knocks on your door before leaning through the gap and asking: "may I come in?"

nothing gets past him about you: which hotel are you staying at, when's your mother's birthday, what was the colour of the pen that you used to sign the documents with, it's all noted in his expansive calendar and notes

he knows it all

but about himself?

boy, oh boy, he makes you stressed

if you're on an overseas business trip, he can list the entirety of the ingredients in the foods you'll have on the plane and then you can point out:

"Didn't you have your passport hung around your neck?"

he freezes and in his eyes, you can spot, by now familiar, 404 error code

loses his work ID every other week

is available 24/7 'cause he's a workaholic

gets mistyped as the boss 99% of the time

if it's by someone whose particularly annoying he's all condescending and smug

"Actually..."

a big fan of saying "actually" when he's petty; anyone who hears it, knows that they're about to be deep-fried by an unlimited amount of sarcasm

during the first stage after being hired, he definitely stayed to work overtime to avert any conceivable flaws

you found him, hunched over the desk with a dim desk lamp as his only companion

"Why are you still here?" you question curiously and he nearly jolts out of the chair

"Just...just going over these fact sheets," he stammers. "Don't want to get anything wrong."

you had to wrestle him to leave

once he becomes more comfortable with you, begins to joke but more often than not follows it up with coughing "ignore that" as he lives in almost a perpetual state of embarrassment

does extra work at home over dinner

if you show up at his doorstep, emotionally distraught, he welcomes you warmly despite hardly being able to see through his sleep-laced eyes

And if he may or may not notice your stare lingering on the muscles of his arms revealed, he may or may not weaponise that knowledge when meeting outside of the office by wearing tight shirts and lifting his arms behind his head to flex said muscles

outside the office prefers to meet at the park

Because he definitely does not imagine it as a date

workers at the canteen hate him as he habitually harasses them for snacks when stressed

always has a book or two on his table, he doesn't even have the time to read them but he keeps them around as an emotional support

if you have something ultra-specific that calms you down be it a stim toy, a plush, or a candy he has that in his pockets always carrying it around

makes a show of making a thirst trap filled Instagram and then "casually" mentions it in passing so you'd give it a follow

why exactly does he need seven consecutive grey sweatpant workout selfies there?

it's for the uh....aesthetic, he answers, face as bright as a ripened tomato

goes on hilarious tirades after the events, complaining about how this and that was stupid

you let him, enjoying the chatter with a soft smile

is of tremendous help when writing any speech or anything that needs a literary nuance

always very proud of you

in a way, holds himself to a higher standard after meeting you

has a special encouraging smile for when you give speeches to motivate you on

and while glimpsing across the crowd you know you can never truly fail in his eyes

YOONGI:

no matter how impossible always gets things done

despite bemoaning and bitching about it, is actually great at handling inner office relationships

always manages to make everyone stay on the track

keeps various assortments of snacks on his table

loathes the entire HR team though there is no special reason behind it

where Namjoon goes in front of you to announce your presence, Yoongi is a silent shadow constantly on the lookout

has listened in on so many conversations, he's at this point a human spyware

most people dismiss him as a quiet, reserved, grinding sort of secretary but in actuality, he's playing the same game as you with just as much vigil

if someone slights you, so much as breathes a snide comment he'll let you know and then help you to deal with it

and if someone disrespects you, there's murder in his eyes

wears proper attire but hates the jacket so mostly walks around with a button-up shirt

that may or may be damning when he decides to roll up the sleeves

if the AC is not working as it should, he will dRAG the maintenance by the ear to have it fixed

has knowledge of things you never thought possible

for example, on a random drive to the office he may mutter, off-hand:

"Give your friend a call, today is their birthday"

could recite your dietary preferences while in a coma

tussles with any cook to keep them in mind whether on a lunch run or in a five-star hotel

when it's a late work day, often teases you with a nonchalant tone

something about a softer atmosphere, the dark outside the window and the dim light of your office makes him relaxed and feel closer to you

when you praise him and he's feeling cute, pulls this exact face whilst turned away from you

beCAUSE it's embarASSING

has laughed at you once when you walked into a door

doesn't wear glasses often but when he does you know he means business

you know he's aware of the power he holds and wields it with no regret or regard for the poor souls suffering at the end of these good looks

has three to five people in love with him at all times but rejects them very gently always making it seem he's a horrible catch

and not because he's attached to a certain boss

has made you food on his free days but doesn't know how to give it to you for months

so in the end he just brushes it off with an "I made too much so if you want here it is" and it just so happens to be your favourite meal

softly scolds you sometimes

if you wear eccentric clothes playfully teases you about it as well

has established weekly "trash talk sessions" with you and the janitor for the sake of his mental health

if anyone rags on him (rightfully) for lazing around he gets so offended lmao

"I'm bUsY!"

boogies when he succeeds after a particularly hard project

never acts cute on purpose but is so cute

has drunk dialled you once and deep down remains mortified despite pretending it's not a big deal

doesn't stay a single second after office hours are over, he's not about that capitalist life nah

and yet if you ask for help works the entire night and the next one and the next one

he's not about the capitalism but he is about you

at a company event, you can find him in the corner asleep

love or hate it, he knows the entire roster of the people you've dated before even if it was just a middle school crush, he has that information

if there's an important event, is there since the morning overseeing everything to the tiniest detail

if you appear in a televised interview watches it with sweaty palms

and if you're in a newspaper or a magazine he buys them and keeps them on his coffee table at home

if you drag someone through the absolute filth you know he's in the corner trying not to beam like a sunshine

sometimes on business trips after hours really lets his hair loose so to speak and you see another side of him

the bubbly giggly side and it's so adorable you want to eat him

(for the nasty people out there...you perverts)

and while we're at it he gets kind of flirty

if someone gets too handsy with you, death glares at them

is always working the angle on getting a raise, and while Yoongi is not about these capitalist schemes, he does love getting the coin

can often be found muttering underneath his nose that he's not paid enough to do this even if "this" in question is talking to someone whose a bit more annoying

big fan of wine drinking after work in the comfort of his home

often picks up his phone to text you an invitation but discourages himself from doing it every time

JIN:

always looks his absolute best

another king of business casual

but unlike Namjoon doesn't just throw on a suit jacket and call it a day

actually invests in good quality jumpers and shirts so he always looks expensive

and it may or may not be a deep gaping wound in the egos of many at the office

everyone talks to him but he rarely talks to them back

y'know

like he's popular because people decided he is not due to his own effort

with a face like that, he was bound to be, right

is by far and I do mean by far one of the most unorthodox secretaries ever to exist

you can swear that one second he has you thinking he'll never be able to do this and the next you're ready to worship him as he caught onto a mistake that could ruin the entire company

Jin gets things done but no one knows how exactly ???

though everyone has agreed that he looks superb in suits even if it simultaneously damaged everyone's ego

hates talking to clients, investors etc. etc.

but!

dude's an actor

so by being the fakest little bitch in the room, he manages to charm even the most heinous of competitors

has an adequate business brain

even if he says things that are undoubtedly questionable

like that one time he pitched the idea of selling Shooky's cookie fam for profit T-T

has the healthiest work vs free time balance

is not available 24/7

in fact, he's only available for the time that he's governed to be at

it's 5 o'clock? Bye, bye, watch the fumes from his back as he speeds away

a huge enthusiast of reading webtoons and watching dramas during work

so you see how people might be confused about just how exactly he gets everything done

but at the end of the day, he does

and that's what matters

also, his plot recaps are actually quite funny so you may allow the dastardly attitude for the sheer amusement of it all

makes snacks for you and himself

brings a warm cup of tea when you're stressed

if you praise him...

(♡⸃ ◡ ⸂♡) makes this face

and melts

he might act that he's above people's opinions but actually deeply craves them

an expert at defusing the tension

both when people quarrel and when you feel too stressed

he reminds you that this is not the end of the world and even if it is, it doesn't end until it does

attaches post-it notes with ridiculous questions to your various folders

for example,

"Ten mini giraffes vs one giant rat who would win?"

is either excellent at fashion advice or the absolute worst, there is no middle

blushes a lot if you show him special care and attention

Don't do that

But also not not do that

is almost never at his desk

sometimes he might have just locked himself into the office pantry to get away from people

participates at all social events despite his own great agony

does it because you asked and if you say please he will begrudgingly move mountains should it be needed

has been mistaken numerous times for your partner

and he doesn't bother correcting that ;)

once upon a blue moon someone actually manages to piss him off

but unfortunately the general population, you included, simply find that hot

it's about the furrowed eyebrows

on an unrelated note, does anyone else find angry rj uncannily resembling angry Jin I know it's logical but all the same

HOSEOK:

hello and welcome the social CPU of the office

does he want to?

no, not really

but it's beneficial

and it makes the workflow much smoother

he's a perfectionist so it's all about the workflow

keeps everyone in great spirits

so when he comes in depressed and moping to work everyone's in great distress and trying to improve his mood

the most efficient is you

as you simply make him a drink, put it on his desk and gently say that you're grateful for all that he's done

it's like a shining beacon of light breaking through the stormy night

rarely if ever wears office-appropriate clothing

but he always looks great so no one complains

and it's easy to find him

the pop of colour stands against the grey office in an almost comical fashion

doesn't usually stay after hours but absolutely takes the work home

sometimes calls you after work to make sure of something

doesn't make a note of the private things concerning your family or friends

but keeps detailed vigil for anything you related

doctors appointments, holiday plans, your birthday, he has it all marked down

sometimes spruces up your interior by hanging balloons and leaving behind cheesy encouraging cards

especially if you've gone through a hard time

occasionally drinks or dines with you after hours

these talks always escalate from work into conversations about life, hobbies, passions etc.

sometimes chooses to not pick up calls from the office when he's free

but

if you call him from a private number can and will answer in the middle of the night, on the beach, on the toilet

those are reserved for emergencies

gets shy when you praise him and constantly downplays his achievements

refuses to be promoted saying he couldn't handle the pressure, he's not equipped etc.

but it's just because he wants to stay longer close like this with you

he's reasonably ambitious so wrestles with it but he enjoys doing this so he always refuses

has a very, very secret folder of photos taken by him on official gatherings and outings

some make him proud, some make him giggle

like the one where you're holding an entire sushi roll whilst frowning at the opening speech for the business conference

definitely is caught up in like 10 people's business because they ask for his help and he's too polite to reject them outright

hates coming to work in deep winter

that's the most dishevelled he'll ever look

contributes a great deal to the improvement of internal workings

makes sure to greet every single person coming his way, be it a janitor or manager

hence why everyone likes him so much

it's actually impossible not to like him

hence why he's designated as the one to break hard news around the office

because he somehow makes sure no one feels too bad

rarely takes breaks during working hours as he's busy tending to the needs of his favourites

first and foremost - you

has every minute of every day planned and scheduled

colour coordinates events

and also sticker coordinates

sometimes sticks a cute sticker on top of a folder to cheer you up

and yes that does include your lunch breaks

has a frightening capability of faking a pleasant smile

he could be planning a murder to the most minuscule detail and no one would be the wiser

JIMIN:

so first of all he bungled the interview

bad

he got into his head, was late, wound himself in such an ulcer-ridden stress ball he could only mumble incoherently underneath his nose

so he's almost in tears

but then you say yes

cause you see something sincere about him unlike the manufactured cutouts giving perfectly polite, impersonal, well-readied replies

and because of that Jimin overworks himself to bone

he's so anxious over any conceivable mistake that for the first three months he practically lives in the office

going everything over and over again with sleep-deprived eyes

when it inevitably begins to show on his face you sternly sit him down and explain either he's going to adhere to the office hours or you're going to fire him anyways, in order that proper authorities are not on your ass for exploitation

moping away like a kicked puppy, he obliges

is practically mute for the first months in your presence

he's terrified of disappointing you

but slowly the fear ebbs away

and after a few out-of-office meetings

in front of you might as well sit a different person entirely

despite taking the longest to get used to it, he's the best at the job

is at this point a walking calendar

everything from your dentist appointment to whether or not you've worn this outfit before sits in his mind

has a different notebook/calendar for the types of things he needs to remember all colour coordinated

pink is for you, red for emergencies and previous mishaps, blue for finance meetings, grey - to be ignored

leaves behind himself cute reminders

is especially fond of cute, stylized post-it notes that often have quite little to do with work

mainly he uses it as a means to fluster you

perhaps succeeds

when he's really comfortable

he feels free to be mad at you

the King of Petty when he's mad

but unlike your competitors, all you have to do is flutter your eyelashes and he's a molten goo of floating hearts

you two are honestly a terrifying duo

cause if your secretary is this intimidating, glaring down something heavy upon the unfavourable guests while looking like he just descended from heaven...

what are you like then? o_0

master of passive-aggressive comments

the longer he works there, the better his fashion becomes

to the point where he has a distinct silhouette that reminds people more of a runway model than an office worker

expensive

you get what I mean, he looks affluent and posh 'cause by now he's as much as the face of the company as you are

the "click clack" of his heeled shoes as he walks around T-T

spends 75% of his mornings at your home

your alarm clock fairy really

if you're on overseas trips also lingers in your hotel room

feels quite lonely at home due to the lack of people

has beef with certain people in the office

also gossip central

but if any of it branches to insult you, snitches but not before making the person feel so bad they want to crawl out of their skin

frequently brings you snacks, foods and drinks :')

types in a concerningly aggressive manner, very loud and decisive like he's writing a national announcement

also another enjoyer of a wine glass (or a bottle) after work

after some time he simply reeks of professionalism

and as you sit and smile at him knowingly, having envisioned this happening

he gives a shameless smile in turn, rolls his eyes and collects the empty tea cups:

"Don't get excited, I might think you like me too much"

TAEHYUNG:

cardigans

wears an excessive amount of cardigans and soft jumpers

appears more like a funded art student than a secretary

but don't be fooled :)

he's absolutely cutthroat :)

there are a lot of people in the company that don't like you

and Taehyung is determined to show them exactly where their place is

all while grinning like an innocent angel

gets side-tracked a lot

invests early on into specific aesthetic notebooks, pens and folders

and then forgets it halfway

so now his table is mismatched with something that looks like the reading space of a retired elderly historian and normal office space

can't be found at the said desk for anything

prefers to work in your office

especially if that involves laying down on the couch and complaining

tends to forget small events and dates

"Hello, we would like to confirm the meeting on today's afternoon?"

he's sitting there on the phone with a ???? on his face

hurries all over the place to correct his mistakes

so seeing him rush suddenly out the door as though his ass is on fire is not exactly surprising

does not talk until 11:02

he's awake but at what cost

another enjoyer of knocking your ass awake in the morning

but unlike Jimin doesn't roll up glammed out and with pancakes in hand

but with hair a mess and dry spit on the corner of his mouth

gazing at you with sleep-swollen eyes

"let's go," says he and then promptly passes out in the car

knows the canteen workers on a first-name basis

at any given time, has 10 to 15 people madly in love with him

he's aware of this and is awkward about it

tries to cutesy his way out of your wrath

and does so gloriously

though when things get serious, he goes into hyperfocus mode

doesn't even recognize or grasp that someone's speaking to him when he does

is an excellent "light in the dark" person

meaning he offers unexpected solutions just when you think the situation couldn't get too dire

is a pro at throwing dust into people's eyes

he can confuse anyone and or anything in mere seconds

which is great for stalling or befuddling a competitor

if you try to call him and he doesn't pick up he then replies with a selfie and a text: "what's up?"

has made his own network of secretaries

which makes him practically the mastermind of the information

wherever he goes he picks up a new person to befriend

and as such singlehandedly has made the largest impact on the company's social list than any other department in its history

you try to promote him multiple times but he constantly whines about how he "likes to be under your wing"

often kicks back in the chair and thinks about how he wants to go somewhere else and not sit in this stuffy office

but all he needs is a single glimpse towards you that he reconsiders

it's not that bad, he supposes

his writing down technique is an absolute nightmare

it's a pandemonium

but he insists there's an order to this chaos

is a professional because he ultimately gets things done

but doesn't act like it at all

is still his silly, goofy self

is fond of green spaces or walking through the building than just sitting by his desk

it makes his soul drain out of his ears

where other guys establish dominance over glasses

he has closets full of bags

coordinates his bags to the events or days of work

a whole plethora of colours, designs and sizes

all have a distinct size

has tried to sneak Yeontan into the office in one of the upper mentioned bags

you're working away in your office when suddenly a wet nose presses against your calf

you peak underneath the table and find two soppy brown eyes staring back at you

tried his hardest to convince you to allow people to bring their pets to work

frequently compliments you

buys flowers for your office which he sneaks in when you're not looking

never says it's from him but from who else

may or may not contemplate leaving you secret handwritten letters

but he knows you'd figure it out from the scrawling handwriting alone

JUNGKOOK:

is mistaken for your bodyguard

because he keeps acting like one T-T

has a permanent 🤨🤨🤨 when outside of the office

at first, you think what an angel, so nice, so polite, so quiet, does everything you ask

and then the mask ebbs away

and now you have to be with this annoying demon

teases you a lot

does so at least in private

so from the outside, it's laughable - the act he pulls

the sheer fake innocence he radiates, he should be awarded all the nominations

but as annoying as he is

which is a lot

is great at grinding through a shitload of work

seriously, when he enters the concentration zone it's like nothing can rouse him

and to be fair he's still a perfectionist

so if he feels like this somehow reflects his own persona he will work until it is nothing but the top tier

also great at brainstorming

makes a habit of cleaning your desk space

and hiding his own snacks in your drawers

you reach one time to get a pen and find there a kit kat bar

searches and inspires his office outfits from Pinterest

so make it somewhat office friendly edgy

would rather die than hang out with any of his coworkers outside of the office

you're not a coworker you're a you in his mind

if he meets you accidentally outside of work, freaks out and probably tries to act like he's Jungkook's long-lost twin brother or smth

and if you tease him about it, he can't take it all

drunk dials you on the reg

it's not a Friday evening if you don't receive a very weird, and dragged-out call from your whatever-coloured hair secretary

as much as he's bad with remembering professional boundaries within work, if he somehow finds himself in your living place, is absolutely mortified

stands there like a plank, not daring to breathe or t o u c h anything

frequently forgets a lot of things, like meetings or where he's supposed to be

so it's not unusual to see him dishevelled with his big ass eyes looking around confused as all hell

but at the end of the day, he does what is needed because the thought of you being disappointed in him, carves a hole within his weird but warm heart

after some time he knows how to act professional so people who don't know better think "wow, what a young upcoming genius"

only for that genius to play with matches in your office later on

so while he's not exactly good at handling his own tasks on his own

due to him becoming distracted

he's superb at helping you to get things done

so the main prerequisite is to work with him side by side

and it's not at all just a ploy to spend more time with you

doesn't want to but somehow gets entangled with your family

has babysat/dog sat/catsat (??) for your friends and or relatives

they probably hound the shit out of you where's the nice young man

yeah, probably has a secret account that he uses to stalk you on social media

hates your most recent ex even if there's no reason to

only ever dresses office appropriate if there's a massive event going on

other than that he's walking around in sweaters, doesn't care

often rambles about weird, off-the-tangent things

when he's supposed to be doing paperwork

but you know he'll get it done anyhow

(cause he brings it home)

so you let him

has gone on a drunken rant about how great you are

he's probably adored by most of the office

who are simultaneously wondering why exactly you hired this funky muscular little dude

has probably injured himself trying to exercise and work at the same time

also can be often seen hauling his ass somewhere at top speeds

where? no one knows

when on an overseas trip, locks himself into a hotel room

and also takes any freebies possible

probably has half the office in his home, paper towels, tea packets, you name it

when there's a big project coming up, rushes up to you all frazzled, informing you what's going on

you may ask him how many energy drinks has he consumed

and he'll give an ungodly number

absolutely the type to pour an energy drink into coffee when at his lowest point

you don't know how it happened, but by now it's a habit that he carries your clothes and bags

it's just his thing

and don't you dare to give your stuff to anyone else, he'll throw a hissy fit

protects you a lot hence why everyone thinks he's your bodyguard

it's because he admires you a lot

and despite it not appearing as such, he really learns a lot from you

eventually, you see that he learns to focus better, and manage his time better all without losing his own distinct personality

when you give speeches, he has literal stars in his eyes :(

so while he's not the world's greatest secretary, he's your greatest fan

you'll never even get to feel down because he'll be constantly reminding you of how you can do absolutely anything

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