#hoa fanfiction

[ambersgiantpanda]

It's two am I drank four cups of coffee and one energy drink and Im trying my best to finish one very stubborn chapter but what the fuck did i just write???

And when I tried to fix it, i did this...

I'm so done.

[ironicsopsychotic]

the hard part

if sneaking around behind the whole house’s backs was hard, it’s nothing compared to navigating where that leaves them now. under normal circumstances, kissing someone, cuddling with someone, having sex with someone, thinking about that person all the fucking time would constitute a romantic relationship. but normal circumstances have never applied to the chosen one and her osirian.

hoa | nina/eddie | rated t | 17.8k | 03. in "the more you think of me the more i'll manifest" series | pov alternating

link in the reblog!¡ 

[iguana8llama]

I'll Take You Home - by Iguana8llama

Fandom: The Dark Pictures: House of Ashes (Video Game)

Relationship: Jason Kolchek & Zain Othman

Characters: Salim Othman, Jason Kolchek, Zain Othman

Tags: Alternate Universe, Zain is a toddler, Sexual Abuse, Drug Use, Found Family, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: In effort to protect his child from the brewing war, Salim moves to America. Better to find safety behind enemy lines than risk death. Unfortunately this foreign country has its own risks.

[sibunaranks]

Hey it’s been a while! Sorry I’ve been slacking!! Have an idea for a one shot/maybe two shot! Will be working on and posting soon!

[sadistic-kiss]

🐺House of Alphas🐺

Jujutsu Kaisen Omegaverse )

Summary: Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake.

Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain’t Gege

Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sukuna x Alpha!Gojo x Alpha!Toji x Alpha!Nanami x Alpha!Getou

~Chapter 37~

…

Nanami stifled his laugh while waving his hand, “I’m sorry I’m sorry, please forgive me, sweetheart, you were so tense when you asked me such a question. You couldn’t even look at me.”

Gah- you still can’t. You dropped your gaze again but this time Nanami shifted so he could reach his hand in your view, palm faced upward. What was he doing? Did he want your hand? You were about to give it to him before he slowly lifted his hand, your chin guided within its path until you were looking at his hazel orbs.

“Besides I had to get you back for teasing me first.”

“Fine fine, we are even~.”

“Good… now…You asked what I like…” His gaze rests upon you for a while, like the gears in his head were turning in the opposite direction, until finally, he says, “I suppose it’s you…I like you. Whatever you like.”

You slowly shook your head, no that’s his cookie-cutter answer. His vanilla answer. You accept it in the game, you had to…but you want to push further than that. Deeper. “No… not that…I want to know what…. Kento likes… the Kento that has no control….” You poke at his chest lightly. “What do you really like? You, said… you were much like me… afraid of losing control…well,” you pop your lips feeling quite brave while throwing his hypocrisy back at him, “I want you to let go…I don’t want you to think, I want you to be greedy.”

Nanami stared at you with something dark swirling behind his eyes. “…You… want…my sinful desires? My greed?” He was locked in just as much as you were yet he seemed hesitant. Like he wanted to pull away and shut himself off.

Woah- what just happened…his tone had shifted and his eyes grew into that crazed glow that your alphas get when they are deep in lust. But…Why did he look… almost… wilder? Dare you say- scarier- this was a look you had never seen upon him. Ever-

Are you in danger?

He looked so sweet like an Angel but within the same breath dangerous like the devil.

-but then it was corrected into your alpha's normal expression. “You couldn’t possibly-“

“Yes…” you pushed on, too deep to go back now. Or maybe you don’t want to go back. “…Tell me… what my alpha Kento likes…”

A light smile touched the blonde’s lips, “What I like…”

“Don’t hold back, tell me everything. I’m a big girl I can handle it.” You joked lightly seeing his face relax a bit.

He clicked his tongue, gaze flowing over your form before coming back to your eyes, “…One thing I like…no…” His eyebrows furrowed as if he just did you a great disservice, “-love… I love when you look at me…” Your breath is taken away as he speaks, an electric current connects your eyes with his own. Pulsing through his touch and his words as he caresses you with them. “I love… when you say my name… Kento…it sounds so beautiful coming from your lips…”

It was all so sweet.

He then sweeps his arm down to grab your hand that was wringing your dress dry. “But I suppose…” Using your hand he shifts your dress out of the way so that you are touching your very drenched panties.

“Ah-“ you gasped, your fingers forced (not really) to rub your cunt.

And then he shifted into something else-

“…You want to know what makes my cock hard…hm?” You let out a whine. He had you stroke yourself slow… and teasingly, you were already so close to the edge without a clue as to how you got there and when. You were so caught up in his design… seeing him in a different light. Piece by piece being chipped away to reveal something else. You don’t know who this man is, yet you did at the same time. “…What I truly want to do to you. I never…think about it…My sick thoughts I keep locked away… I would be afraid to scare you.”

You were close…you were so close. Your eyes now glossy and blurry.

Nanami chuckled deviously going faster, “You’re doing it again… Holding your breath. I always wonder if you’d pass out…if I were to relinquish all control like you would have me do, I would fuck you until you woke back up and pass out again. Would you dream of me fucking you? Would you whisper my name in your sleep my little bird ?”

“Ah-“ your eyes rolled and just as you felt your undoing Nanami snatched your hand away causing you to gasp life into your lungs followed by a deep moan of disappointment. “N-Nanami-!”

You blinked fresh tears as you looked up to find your handsome sweet alpha giving you the most insane smile you had ever seen, eyes blown behind blonde hair. His appearance akin to lunatic Gojo.

He spoke quickly as his eyes lit up like he had just discovered something, “Sorry little bird but I believe I want you cumming on my tongue- ah yes… I’ve been salivating over it this whole time haha~ -if you would have left me I would have been happy with the fragrace you’ve graced me. I probably would have spent all my cum into my hand until it went away- wondering how delightfully you would have tasted-yes- yes I want it- I want as much as you can give me, whatever you have to offer- not a drop of it should go to waste- would you be such a dear?”

You could barely keep up- what the Satoru 2.0. “Is-is that what you-Ai!”

“Yes!” Nanami yanked you by your wrist as he fell onto his back, “-more than anything!”

..

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Feral Nanami anyone?

~Read More~

[juicedbug]

Semper Fucking Fi - Part One

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At the time, the choice to have air support felt like a great one. But that was before they all simultaneously fell through the earth and landed themselves into endless caverns of hell.

It was certainly before he had stumbled upon Salim, and the concern for his safety that came with their meeting.

Even with the daylight finally being bestowed upon them, Jason still couldn't believe all that had happened.

He couldn't possibly process the events, the grief, the 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴.

And just when he thinks it might settle, even uncomfortably so, the ripping sound of helicopter blades makes itself known just outside the hut they've all collapsed in; exhausted and bloodied.

"There's our backup," Eric announces as if it isn't obvious.

Jason watches him momentarily, pushing himself from his lean on the chipped at wall. He debated sitting upon the floor, at least just for a second, to rest his legs. Instead, something within him was eager to still be at the ready, to not allow his defenses to fall quite yet.

The others don't seem to share that feeling with him, or maybe they just handle the whole hoard of alien vampires thing a bit better than he.

"Jason," Salim calls out the moment they're alone, reaching to grasp Jason's arm before he has the chance to join the rest of the survivors.

"I do not know how this is going to play out. . ."

Jason looks down at the hand on his arm before lifting his gaze to the man that owns it. He wears a reassuring smile. "Salim, you ain't an enemy no more. And if they don't see that, then I can be very convincin'."

Salim chuckles. Jason seems as charming as ever. Despite everything. "I have no doubts," he responds fondly, the smile upon his lips flickering downwards shortly there after.

Jason notices, his brows twitching together in an ill-concealed worry. He steps closer, unarmed hands lowered to his sides. The movement feels foreign. He isn't sure how long they all spent down there, gripping an assortment of weapons at all times. His fingertips buzz with the newfound emptiness.

"What is it? Ya worried 'bout your boy? Cause we can work somethin' out, I'll make sure of it -"

"Jason," Salim chimes through his rambles, releasing a sigh through his nose. "This is not about Zain."

Jason blinks, staring at salim from the brim of his hat. ". .Then what's this about?"

Salim hovers. Jason can practically see the hesitancy on the other man's dirt covered features, and it matches the way his voice sounded down there when he was certain that he would die alone.

Jason doesn't push him, however. Even if they're running out of time to talk like this. His gaze falls from Salim's face at the sound of him ruffling with his uniform, eyeing the way he begins to undo the front of it.

"Uh. . .Salim. . ." Jason trails, quick to tear his focus away. He feels a heat rise in his cheeks, but he's hoping the hut is just dark enough to not bring attention to it.

"It is only getting worse," Salim says, drawing Jason's gaze right back to where it started. Beyond what salim could undo of his uniform is the three slashes he received during that ambush with Dar, only the ripped flesh isn't just coated in crimson, it's slicked down with a thick, grey substance, as well. It's spreading, like it's embedded within the skin.

Jason swallows, shaking his head. "It's - you're fine, Salim. It's probably just irritated from the dirt and dust and shit. Once we get you cleaned up, it'll heal better."

Salim stares at him. He doesn't seem too convinced. He parts his lips to politely disagree, but it isn't his voice that sounds through hole covered walls.

"Jason, Salim," Rachel chimes in, peering at them from where she stands in the doorway. Her brow raises as Salim buttons his uniform back up, but she doesn't utter a word of it.

"What are you two waiting for? Let's get the hell out of here, shall we?"

Jason loiters where he stands, his eyes remaining on Salim as if he didn't quite catch what Rachel had said.

"Kolchek--" she persists.

Jason bristles. "Heard ya loud and clear, ma'am," he mutters over his shoulder. Seeing as she's clearly not leaving without the two of them, Jason decides it's best not to keep her waiting.

The process with Centcom is long and perhaps even more painful than the whole ordeal that got them there in the first place. They ask their questions, and then they keep them from doing much of anything outside of repeating their answers over and over again. Jason has a distant yet repulsive feeling that they plan to sweep the entire situation under the rug and deal with it in the shadows.

"This is such bullshit," Nick voices aloud. It seems the silence has become far too restricting for his liking. They've all been shoved into a single room for so-called quarantine.

All of them expect Salim.

"I just wanted a shower," he adds in bubbling annoyance.

Rachel scoffs out a humorless laugh from across the room. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 wanted a shower?"

Normally, jason would join in on the banter, if only because it would keep him from losing what's left of his sanity. But he's got much bigger things to brood over than being cleaned.

"Why isn't Salim in here with us?" he asks suddenly and with haste, turning towards the three of them as if they'd have some sort of answer for him.

". . .He's an Iraqi soldier," Eric offers suggestively. Judging by the look Jason wears, it isn't the answer he was looking for.

"Don't gimme that shit. He's more than that. If they want us to fuckin' quarantine, why ain't we 𝘢𝘭𝘭 in here?"

Eric goes to speak again, but the sound of approaching footsteps interrupts him. Jason is almost grateful if it weren't for him immediately turning to find yet another clown in an atrociously yellow colored hazmat suit.

"Where's Salim?" He demands.

The slightly taller man says nothing at first, peering down at the clipboard within his left hand. ". . .The Iraqi is being held elsewhere while we run some tests. It appears he has an infection from the wound on his chest."

The room finds that silence from before, and Jason doesn't have to face the others to know they've all just exchanged a look. Clearly, they weren't made aware of how bad of shape Salim was in. He trusted Jason of all people with the information, albeit doing so very last minute.

The situation doesn't at all call for it, yet something about that trust being placed on him makes his heart do a double backflip in his chest.

"So, what does that mean exactly?" Rachel takes the initiative to step up, seeing as Jason seems momentarily frozen in place.

The man within the suit breathes out a sigh, "it means we will be keeping him for as long as necessary until we can figure out everything there is to know about this infection."

Briefly, it's as if the world just simply stops. Jason can't figure out as to why he can abruptly care so much for a man he met only a handful of hours ago. But he supposes nearly dying together must have something to do with it.

Regardless of his questions and wonders, he can't bear the thought of them poking and prodding at Salim like some lab rat. As if he's one of those 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴. He's a person, for Christ's sake. Possibly the most beautiful person that Jason has ever met.

This is it. That saying his father used to yap about right before he sent him off to military school. He's been left stuck between a rock and a hard place. If Salim is infected like they've seen before, it's only a matter of time until that parasite slowly takes over.

But if Jason, or any of them, were to mention the use of a uv light, Centcom will surely continue to ask their questions. Whose to say they won't poke and prod at Rachel, too.

He looks to her. By the time he's done so, he's found a knowing frown upon her lips. He can't help but mirror it.

"What about us, then?" Eric asks. Jason finds it within himself not to completely lose his shit. Nevertheless, all he can hear is the words Eric dared to utter back within that hive of monsters.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴."

"You will be held here for tonight, as well. Until we can find a solution behind what you have described to us."

The suspicious conversation officially falls on deaf ears.

Jason can just barely make out the argument. The protests of Nick, Eric, and Rachel blend, and the vacant answers the yellow scientist offers feel unimportant.

The only thing that matters to Jason is the fact that he's officially been granted more time. At least, one more night.

Decidedly, he'll make it out of his plastic prison.

𝘏𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘮.

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

What made you keep Eddie as the Osirian as oppose to Kira?

Because there’s honestly nothing I personally dislike more than when I’m reading a fanfiction that includes an original character that basically takes the place/role of an important character.

Part of what was fun about developing Kira as an original character was seeing how I could fit her into pre-established dynamics and roles. I wasn’t going to be doing anything new or particularly compelling by making my OC the Osirian. She was never meant to be special, which also made the fraught dynamic between her and Eddie more fun to play with. The golden child growing up is an ordinary person, while the troubled teen has an important destiny to fulfill. Resentment builds, drama happens, etc..

Plus, I really didn’t want to write a “Mary Sue” type character. The closest thing Kira gets to being “extraordinary” is when Sweet agrees to not perform the ceremony, but Victor and Denby make Kira do it instead, since she’s technically the oldest and the Seeker is a legacy role. But there’s no magic or anything involved in that.

[april-doodles]

My pal @frogtimefool have been going insane over House of Ashes so naturally we got hooked on a silly little fanfic by @katzenprinz and @thunderwhenhepurrs and we went SO insane over the characters they made for this story that we had to draw them. I’m not sure they’re described in full-detail in the fic? So we have our own little headcanons about what they look like :)

(And then bonus silly doodles under the cut)

[non-cannon]

Me coming up with new ways to say something has an ancient Egyptian aesthetic, but isn't necessarily authentic ancient Egyptian (in less words) for fic reasons: Egyptian looking, Egyptianized, Egyptian style, Egyptian version, Egyptiany...

Egypt no longer looks like a word.

[bloodyblow-blog]

Long time no see!

Illustrations for Hooked (my Jalim Fantasy AU)! Please, read it if you didn’t <3

Art by talented @hehearse   🌹  

[ambersgiantpanda]

My problem rn because I'm writing the underworld shenanigans of the Anubis gang but how the fuck Duat is supposed to look???

P.S. yes, I'm reading the Egyptian Book of the Dead again for this

[ironicsopsychotic]

chapter three FINALLY up (and it’s finished!)

like some kind of vision

on the worst day of nina martin’s life, she’s faced with another death in the family, a funeral that’s planning has fallen on her shoulders, and the crushing realization that she’s all alone. until she’s not.

[nina&eddie, 3.8k, found family, hurt/comfort, 1/3chapters]

~copy/paste this link pls, it won’t show up in the tag otherwise: archiveofourown.org/works/26779468/chapters/65327029

[iguana8llama]

R&R by iguana8llama

Rating: Mature

Category: Gen

Fandom: The Dark Pictures: House of Ashes (Video Game)

Characters: Jason Kolchek, Salim Othman, Zain Othman, Nick Kay, Nathan Merwin, Joey Gomez, Dar Basri

Summary:

The boys got an idea to cheer Nick up. Silliness ensues.

[sadistic-kiss]

Sneak peak of chapter 35? 👀✨

👀 here ya go ~

…

“D-daddy wait…” you gave Toji sad eyes making him wince a bit.

You thought you had him until Sukuna waved in front of your face, “Cover her eyes, I don't want none of that puppy dog shit.”

“Ah-no-no-”

"And she shouldn't be able to talk. " Sukuna added making everyone agree.

"What-"

"Not another word little bird. Not without our permission." Nanami slipped another silk sash around your eyes and just as he did you could see the dirty smirk Sukuna held.

He liked to punish you. He likes being mean to you. Seeing you cry gets him off. But Toji and Nanami always stop him from going too far. They babied you. Now he had them on his side... and you knew he was just loving this shit.

You could no longer see but you could feel them all around you. It was suffocating. Just take it… take the punishment... you just hoped it wasn't anything crazy. You let out a soft whimper.

“Shh… none of that.” Getou hushed you, while he helped Nanami slide your dress off.

You let out a gasp once hands touched upon you...hot... cold...warm...soft...rough... Groping and searching for something out of the ordinary. You were immersed in the familiar overstimulation of being touched by so many hands. Your thighs clenched tightly, knees pressing into the blanket as you knelt before them like a fine piece of meat.

"No cuts..."

"...or bruising..."

Someone pulled your bra up so it sat on top, squishing your breast lewdly.

"Ah-" You quivered as two different fingers massaged your chest. Your left nipple was pinched and pulled greedily while the other was treated with a little more care. A thumb rubbed it in slow circles until it pebbled.

"No teeth marks here..."

"Or here."

Gojo and Getou spoke, clarifying that they were the ones playing with your tits.

"Don't see anything on her scent glands..." Nanami expressed as he glided his hand over your neck.

See? There was nothing for them to worry about!

"I-"

Someone smacked your breast making you squeak, "Thought we said no talking." It was Sukuna. Of course, it was. "Check her pussy." claws nicked your skin in the process of him snatching your last barrier of protection.

"You let another cock fuck our pussy?" Toji questioned as he ran his fingers over your puffy lips. He gave you a quick slap upon your cunt making you squeal, "Talk to daddy."

“No-Daddy!" Now's your chance- "I would never I’m s-“

You felt fingers thrust into your mouth, they were thick and heavy, pressing on your tongue, forcing you to gag on them. “That's enough.” Sukuna snapped with a firmness in his tone. “Hand me something to shove in her mouth.”

…

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[juicedbug]

ive been sick as a dog AND i got my piercing ripped out this week, but so help me god ill do part three of this jalim fanfic AAAGGGHHH

[scamguy]

its funny that we never get to see edgeworth's house in game. i think he's like bus drivers who live at the bus station, he actually lives in his office. you see this actually makes sense because thats the predicament phoenix wright himself is in