#what year did you become a larrie

[twopoppies]

Poll idea: when did you become a larrie (from 2010-2024)

Oh, I’ve never made a poll, but that’s a fun idea. Except it won’t let me put that many choices, so I’ll have to combine the years a bit.

If you’d like, give us some specific details in the tags. What brought you in? Which year specifically?

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Also, don’t come for me. The highlights are just off the top of my head, not everything that happened each year)

[doodlenoodleboi]

Sally face head cannons

Authors note: If you don’t specify I’m gonna pick for you most of the time it’s gonna be headcanons, they tend to be easier and quicker to write.

TW: Not professional, might have misspellings and improper grammar, I just do this for fun. Nsfw, mentions of drugs, stoner Larry, Larry is 2 years older then Sal, some non accurate writing I haven’t watched or played Sally face in years but remember the general plot. Btw when this wrote Sal is 17-19

SFW

◦ Sal doesn’t have the best relationship with his father.

◦ Sal tends to get misgendered a lot to the point he doesn’t even correct people he couldn’t care less anyways and hates unnecessary confrontation.

◦ Sal keeps his glass eye on his bedside table and one nice he actually drunk out of the cup.

◦ Sal isn’t the best at saving money when it comes to video games. He doesn’t spend his money on much In high school besides games for his game boy and other systems.

◦ Sal loves rock music and listens to music whenever he can, he owns an old stereo along with a walk man and mp3 player. (Keep in mind his teen years are in the 90’s)

◦ Along with his hair Sal also ventured in make up in skincare.

◦ Because half of his face being disfigured he tried his best to at least look normal with make up and help it heal better with skincare.

◦ Sal has the worst split ends and uneven layers because he never actually had his hair cut properly he always has done it himself.

◦ Sal is rather geeky when it comes down to it, owning as much technology as he could by in the 90’s.

◦ Sal is most comfortable showing his face to Larry among anyone else almost like a big brother to him of sorts.

◦ Sal gets rather socially awkward when it comes to people liking him so you would have to be in his friend group to have a chance of a relationship or some established connection before hand.

◦ Once you and Sal become friends as he’s comfortable with you expect things like him painting your nails and rocking out to music

◦ If he does later show romantic interest in you before he shows you his face he will be anxious about what you’ll think about him after he shows you.

◦ He’ll even teach you how to play his guitar if you’re interested.

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◦ Sal Is obviously a virgin it’s hard to get close to him let alone take of his mask so you’ll have to have patience to get to this stage.

◦ For-play could be longer then the actual sex for the first time and he might back out from nervousness before you guys can even start.

◦ Sal is not a shy guy maybe introverted but not shy but moments like this make him extremely vulnerable so he’s flustered and embarrassed.

◦ If you find the courage to kiss him he has his mask on he’s whipped. He would be a flustered and embarrassed mess and he might even tell Larry about how exciting it was. You were probably his first kiss as well.

◦ Sal would be around 5 inches 5.5 hard (let’s be realistic here ain’t nobody taking much past that.) Just enough to reach the back of you’re and make you gag.

◦ Sal even if he’s isn’t pornhub but still likes to prep you, after all sex is a rather sacred thing so he tries his best to treat you with care even with his inexperience.

◦ He would probably be a nervous teenager at the back of Spencer’s trying to find lube (that doesn’t get used) and other things trying not to be seen. Covering up this purchases with a rock album or something of equal value.

◦ Sal is big on after care asking you how it was if it wasn’t obvious, he would be nervous after and still not realizing he actually did that.

◦ Sal isn’t big on giving hickeys but he doesn’t mind being especially on his jawline and neck. When talking to his friends he will just say it a bruise or injury just that’s always been there. But it’s almost obvious that it’s not.

◦ Once you’ve done it once he’s nervous to ask for you to do it again so he does enjoy make out session to keep him down.

◦ Sal didn’t heavily masturbate before hand honestly rarely doing it at all until he had sex once and now that’s all he thinks about ever since.

◦ He loves laying kisses against you when doing it but never hickeys as he’s a bit scared of hurting you.

◦ He holds your hands during sex for comfortability.

◦ His favorite positions would probably be missionary and cowgirl he’s a pretty vanilla switch.

◦ Mostly a service top and a shy bottom, it’s not like he’s generally shy he just gets embarrassed seeing you on top but overtime he gets used to it.

Sorry i accidentally deleted the request!

[blouisparadise]

Here are some amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of March. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Coursing Through My Veins | Not Rated | 1,549 words

Louis had a goal, he was so close, so very close to achieving it but somehow he'd fail miserably every single time. But this time, he wasn't failing, he wouldn't allow it. This time, he would call a professional to do the dirty work. Harry Styles was the man for the job at hand. Tall, charming, cold and reserved but one of the most notorious hitman in New York City. But what would happen if upon meeting the man who was supposed to kill him, Louis feels this impossible pull towards him. Would Louis still feel those urges? Would he let Harry in? in the process having to break free from this self-destructive loop. And would Harry still proceed with the plan? despite falling for the empty blue ocean blue eyes with no will to live.

2) Smells Like Heaven, Feels Like Luxury | General Audiences | 1,738 words

And that’s when Harry froze. So did Louis. The nest was obvious—there was no way to pretend it was anything else. Piles of soft fabric arranged just so, the careful layering of scents, the sheer amount of Harry’s clothes mixed in with Louis’s own. The way it had been perfectly nestled in the corner of the room, near the balcony door where he could smoke from the comfort of his delicately crafted nest. He was aware that Harry wasn’t dumb- Harry most definitely knew he was looking at a nest, and one that smelt of him too. Oh, Louis is so fucked.

3) Looking After Lou | Not Rated | 2,035 words

Louis is tired and sore, so Harry runs him a nice hot bath, hoping that it’ll soothe Louis’s aching bones as he’s carrying their child.

4) Surprisingly Hairy: A Cautionary Tale in Five Unfortunate Flashbacks | Explicit | 3,469 words

Harry and Louis have been together for years. They’re also completely incapable of keeping it in their pants. Over the years, every member of One Direction has accidentally walked in on something they can never unsee—and today, Niall’s about to become the final casualty. What starts with a green room incident ends in group-wide trauma, five flashbacks, and the sudden revelation that one of them might be surprisingly hairy.

5) Delta-8 Eclairs And French Homework | Explicit| 3,494 words

“Take those off, I want to try something.” He tells him. Louis moves a bit to take his bottoms off. He wasn’t sure if he wanted him completely naked but the high is setting in and he feels too good. Harry walked off to the kitchen. When he came back, the sight he walked in on nearly sent him to see God. Spread out, wet and needy, lay his beautiful boyfriend. His eyes are closed and his lips are parted slightly. He has one hand on his cunt dragging a slow middle finger through the folds and over the slick-dripping- pink hole. He drags his finger up and over the tip of his swollen and twitchy clit. He slowly rubs a circle over the tip and pulls away. Harry practically drools when he sees the shiny string of his crystal clear arousal fall from his finger. His other hand is sliding up and down his body causing goosebumps to litter his skin and his nipples to poke out as they get harder. “Ohhh fuck…baby boy your gonna kill me.”

6) Taste On Your Tongue | Explicit | 5,346 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. 

“You didn’t get a taste when you walked in,” Louis said, seductively and reached out his hand to the guy. His green eyes stared at the hand in front of him, while the other nine guys gasped. That taste was one everyone wanted and the new one would get to have it. Or the one where Louis works in a club where forks comes to taste cakes and Harry gets to taste him.

7) His Attention - Larry Version | Explicit | 5,411 words

Note: This fic has TL mentions. Please remember to check tags for any trigger warnings.

His buttons are loosened and it’s a really hot night. Harry turns his radio off and swipes his sweating forehead with a shaky hand. Harry works in a rough neighborhood that is common for sex workers and night clubs. Tonight the streets are busy with people making out and even giving blowjobs in the park, but Harry’s siren is off because he’s off duty. He really couldn’t care less about the crazy happenings right now. It’s not until he sees him, walking out of a club joint in hand, hanging on the waist of yet another bloke that Harry begins to fume. He may not be working, but he’s not going to let Louis get away with this.

8) Cops and Robbers | Mature | 7,684 words

Harry just got a promotion. His co-workers take home out drinking to celebrate, and bring the party to their lake house, not wanting the night to end. When they decide to order some strippers, Harry finds himself attracted to the sexy cop. The stripper notices Harry’s curiosity, and invites him to meet him in the bathroom. Will Harry allow Louis to help him tap into a part of himself that he didn’t know existed? Is Louis expecting anything in return?

9) The Devil in Disguise | Explicit | 8,276 words

There he was again. Their eyes met. Harry stiffened, mid-sip, as he caught the gaze lingering on him. A slow, sinking feeling settled in his stomach. The man in the navy mask wasn’t just looking at him—he was studying him, analyzing him, the way you do when something doesn’t quite make sense.

10) Look At Me | Explicit | 9,331 words

But Harry only laughed. A low, easy chuckle that made her toes curl. “I’m not creeped out by it, Lou. I really don’t mind at all.” Her mind instantly flashed back to the look in his eyes when he’d walked in. The way he had stared. The heat in his gaze. The way the sight of him watching had only made her orgasm more intense. Testing the waters, she feigned nonchalance, casually leaning against the kitchen table. “So… if it happened again, you wouldn’t mind?” Or, the one where Louis is in love with her roommate, Harry, but he’s gay. But when Harry walks in on her touching herself, she can’t help but get off on the idea of him watching her. Little does she know Harry might be not as gay as she thought.

11) The Scent of Destiny | Not Rated | 16,834 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users. 

At the age of 23, Louis is suddenly presented as an Omega 10 years too late. He has no idea why, but the doctor tells him that it can happen because of intimacy with an Alpha. He doesn't hear the rest of the explanation because he's furious. He just shared a stupid drunken kiss with his bandmate Harry. This is all his fault!

12) Zero Days | Explicit | 36,343 words

“We should have a counter,” Harry joked as he got up. “We can write it on the fridge. It’s zero days for me.” Harry took a pen, writing it on a whiteboard he had fastened on the fridge. “It’s zero here too,” Louis said, while he filled the kettle. Harry turned to look at him. “Just because you don’t feel it against your ass in the morning, doesn’t mean I don’t have it.” Or, Louis gets thrown out, Harry offers him a place, and Zayn is not happy…

13) He’s The Alpha | Explicit | 37,490 words

She’s the Man AU where Louis is an omega who pretends to be his alpha brother to prove omegas belong on the soccer field just as much as anyone else but his hot alpha roommate threatens to compromise everything.

14) Unravelled, Unbroken | Explicit | 48,677 words

Five years ago, Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles shattered expectations, defied the odds, and proved that a fated mate bond didn’t have to define them—it could be theirs to shape. Now, with their bond stronger than ever and a future they built together, life should be simple. But nothing about being bonded, in love, and in the public eye has ever been simple. When a scandal threatens everything they’ve worked for, Louis and Harry are forced to navigate a world that still doesn’t know how to handle an Omega who won’t back down and an Alpha who refuses to play by the rules. With their relationship under scrutiny and their future on uncertain ground, they must decide—how far will they go to protect what they’ve built? But just as the world tries to break them apart, fate delivers an unexpected twist—one that changes everything. A story of loyalty, defiance, and the undeniable pull of fate.

15) These Healing Hands of Mine | Explicit | 59,269 words

Note: Please remember to check tags for any trigger warnings.

Louis has a unique talent. He can heal people's injuries. But it comes with a price. He takes on the pain that the person he is healing is feeling. Most don't realise that though. Because of his gift Louis feels obligated to help as many people as he can often disregarding his own pain. The only person he can't heal is himself. His life is miserable. Until Harry comes and somehow makes his life much more tolerable.

16) Your Love Is Rain, My Heart The Flower | Explicit | 68,184 words

It had been six years. Six years since Harry had left a heavily pregnant Louis and never looked back. Six years of thinking he would never have to face the consequences of that decision. His best friend’s wedding was the last place he expected to be reunited with his ex and their pup.

17) Keep It Sweet In Your Memory (My Sunflower) | Not Rated | 105,402 words

Louis hasn’t been home in two years. Not since the night everything fell apart. Not since their break up. Not since he left Harry behind. But now, Anne is getting married, and there’s no avoiding it. No ignoring the way his chest tightens at the thought of seeing him again. Harry, with his green eyes that always knew too much. Harry, who never chased after him when he packed his bags. Harry, who once swore they’d have forever.

18) I Believe In Magic | Explicit | 115,265 words

Harry is the Crown Prince and the future king of Camelot. His sworn duty is to protect his kingdom from outside threats, especially from the dangers of magic. Louis is his best friend and, technically, his servant. And he has a secret.

19) High School Love | Mature | 135,381 words

Louis, the newest transfer student, hopes for a fresh start after facing bullying at his previous schools. On his first day, he's seated with Harry and his two best friends, Zayn and Liam. Louis and Harry quickly become close friends and start spending a lot of time together. Could feelings blossom between them? After all he's endured, Louis remains hesitant. Louis, a shy teen recently outed, finds love and appreciation in Harry, who is also navigating his own sexuality.

20) The Exceptionals | Explicit | 140,806 words

It's 1984. First impressions may be misleading, but that doesn’t stop Louis from wanting to know about the notorious boy with absent eyes and a mocking smile who is purposefully trying to ruin his life.

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[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile XXVI

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: I feel like I've been gone forever.... But well, writing Alastor's point of view are always the hardest. Once again, a little trip inside our favorite psychopath's mind. It's almost 16K long, enjoy it. Surprisingly, I don't think there is any warming...?

“ Don’t ever leave me.”

He whispered to your sleeping form, moving your locks from your face. It was still nighttime, maybe 3 am, it was normal for him to be awake at this time of the night. He was used to it and in a way he enjoyed being awake when you were sleeping. It was once more, a proof of how vulnerable you could be with him. How you trusted him. 

He stared at you until it was time for him to get up and prepare breakfast. He kissed your forehead before sitting on the edge of the bed, inhaling with a wicked smile. Killing, going to work, having you by his side… What a life.

“ No, don’t go yet…”

His smile turned soft when he felt you hug him from behind, kissing his cheek. You were adorable, did you know that? 

He was becoming more and more popular in town. He was narrating stories, making small talks and then he talked about the incident in the hotel, the fire. He couldn’t contain his smile when he talked about the people who got killed in the fire. Larry and his butler, the one two victims. 

The couple who was sleeping in the next room have been arrested, thanks to you putting Larry’s eye on their room. The police, mostly John, were very invested in this case. They said they found bloodied clothes in the closet, Larry’s eye and so on. He couldn’t help but laugh when he heard the news about the couple's arrest.  Everything was going smoothly, no one was suspecting you or him.

He even got to have dinner with Alyzée’s father, the mayor. He talked with him about John, saying you saw him trespassing on his property without a warrant, furthermore,  the bear trap he left. The mayor seemed very confused but he was drinking his words like water. It was so easy… He asked the mayor to stop his father’s disappearance’s case. He wanted to marry you as soon as possible. They could go back to the case after.

The mayor accepted easily, saying he was going to take John off the case because he didn’t follow the law but because of his family’s name, he couldn’t fire him from the police. Alastor didn’t mind, he just wanted John off the case and to marry you. You still weren’t aware of it, he wanted to surprise you.

“ I need to leave earlier, today.” He kissed your nose but he let you tug him back into bed. He stroked your naked back, loving the feeling of your skin against his hands. He chuckled when he heard you saying you couldn’t wait to be married to him. Oh, only if you knew…

He kissed you once more,  tickling you. Your voice was so smoothing he couldn’t help but wanting to hear more of it. But it wasn’t the right place.

He knew your father wouldn’t like to see him in your bedroom, you were supposed to be a virgin until the wedding. He almost scoffed each time your father said you both needed to wait until the wedding until you could sleep together. You have been together since childhood, your bond was more than just some sexual intercourse. He enjoyed your body, naked like today, because it was so pretty. Your hips would move sensually, the bones showing against the skin… You were beautiful. You were a piece of art. Sometimes, if you were feeling in the mood, you would play with him, building up tension but you never went further than that in your bedroom. Usually, he would just admire you while you were reading or sleeping on your bed.

You asked him if you could take a shower with him which he accepted. He was looking at you as you played with his hair, he didn’t know why you enjoyed his curls so much but if you were smiling, it was all that mattered. You were blushing, were you really finding him attractive?

He knew he was good looking, men or women would try to hit up on him, but they only saw his mask. You, you were seeing him as he was and yet, you find him pretty, attractive. How crazy of you.

“ Don’t we look amazing?” you laughed.

“ Always.” he kissed your forehead with a soft smile.

He cleaned your body, being gentle with your skin. When you asked him if you could do the same, he stayed silent for a minute. You were looking at him with those shining eyes, with so much trust… He nodded.

You cleaned him, being so mindful of your touch. You sometimes kissed his scars, making him smile. You were so cute. 

You both left the bathtub, and he let you do your hair. He closed one eye as you let one curl on his forehead, smiling brightly. He used to slicked his hair back when he was working but if you wanted this hairstyle on him, who was he to say no?

He smirked when you looked for his watch and used your powers to throw it at him. His shadow took it, making you pout and of course it went toward you, poking you until you gave it attention.

“ I shall come back tonight with a surprise. Be nice.” He kissed the top of your head before leaving to work.

He entered into his workplace, Victor sprinting toward him with a big smile, telling him about the new records his podcast did last time. He smirked, of course, he was Alastor Sanglar,  he was the best. He went into his office, closed his door and began his usual podcast. He played jazz and blues, talking about what was going on in New Orleans.

But then, he heard loud footsteps coming toward his door. He squinted his eyes, looking toward the noise, still talking into his microphone. He smirked when John bashed his door open. Just as planned.

“ Alastor, you bastard!” shouted John as he walked toward him, Victor behind him, trying to stop him from coming closer to him. He held his hand in front of him, telling Victor to back off with his hand.

“ Well, ladies and gentlemen, please, welcome John Felleur, an officer from the police of New Orleans. Let the lad take place.”  He said, amused. John’s face was red from anger, he already knew why the man had come to him: the mayor should have told him the big news! “ Well, what can I do for you, officier?” 

“ I have been taken away from the case because of you! You knew I would find dirt on you.” Alastor almost laughed out loud, what a poor fool… He pushed a button which made an “ Oouh” sounds, like a crowd was here, watching the spectacle. He was going to have so much fun, John was already digging his own grave.

 “ Oh yes. You must have heard it, folks, but my father has gone missing. The one on the case was no one but the successful John Felleur. The man has been on my back since then, slavery is abolished you know?” He chuckled, leaning back against his chair.

“ Because I know you have something to do with it. Just like last week’s fire, I’m sure I saw you there. You, fucker, have been manipulating everyone around you and now you wished to get married? You even took her away while I could be–”

Ah, he shouldn't talk about you.

“ Ooh.. Is John insecure, pursuing allure? Fitting between my father’s case and the hotel’s one, is nothing working?”

“ You–!”

“ Every day, he’s got a new failure!”

“ You’re looking at justice! He is the one behind all of it!”

“ Is John as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He’d be powerless without his family’s name. And here’s the sugar on the cream. He asked my fiancée to be his wife.”

“ Hold on!”

“ She said no, and now he’s pissy, that’s the tea!” Alastor’s laughter echoed into the room. How fun it was! 

“ Alastor !” you heard John shout. “ I’m not weak. You can’t kill me!”

“ I’ll make you wish I would, my dear friend.” Alastor laughed.

“ I don’t bend to no one.” he spat.

“ Be careful, what doesn’t bend usually breaks.” Alastor hummed. “ Well, folks. I shall leave you, as you can see, I’ll need to have a little chat with our rude friend.  It will be fun.” he chuckled before standing up, letting Victor handle his broadcast.

He left his office, and stood before John, with two policemen by his side. Was John trying to intimidate him? He almost scoffed. He let the men speak in front of him, crossing his arms against his torso. He listened to John, who was warning him to stop getting closer to the mayor or other high positioned people.

He turned his eyes to his side, he felt like something warm was touching his hand. He looked at his hand and then looked back at the men speaking to him. He asked the men to leave before going back to his office. He sat on his chair and sighed.

“ Those fuckers…” He passed his hands on his face before looking back at his note. Now, he needed to make some changes. He wrote in his notebook before jerking up when his paper sheet went into the air. He looked around him, his eyes becoming red. He could see some kind of form in front of him… 

He watched as your name appeared as the paper folded itself. He blinked. For a second, he felt his heart stop. You couldn’t be dead right?  You wouldn’t do this to him. You were to be alive next to him even after death. You couldn’t be dead. You couldn’t. You couldn’t. You couldn’t.

“ Darling?”

He could see the paper folded itself with a yes. His body relaxed, he couldn’t feel a bad energy as the paper moved around happily. You weren’t dead. You just..project your spirit away from your body. How amazing…

“ This is really impressive.” He smirked, looking at the direction he knew you would be. You always were moving around when you were in an excited mood, always bouncing around him, it was cute. 

He felt a warm sensation against his cheek and looked at his side.“ Your hand is next to my face right? Your energy has always been warm…” he sighed with a soft smile. “ Why are you here, dearest? Have you heard our dear John coming to my show? What a performance, right?” he laughed , imaginating you grinning next to you.

He watched as the paper flew enthusiastically around him. He crossed his arms on his torso with a smirk on his face. He knew you were at Alice, she must have told you his surprise. He already knew the mayor talked to Alyzée, who gossiped with Alice who couldn’t keep her mouth shut. She couldn’t keep a secret, huh? Was it karma because he used her secret against her ? Was that karma because he took a picture of Alyzée and Alice kissing and sended to Larry?

…. Maybe he didn’t care.

“ Darling, you should go back. As soon as I’m finished, I’ll come to you so we can talk about the wedding ceremony…” he took the paper from your invisible hand with a soft smile. He felt a warmth sensation on his lips before it was tugged away from him.

He went back on his chair, chuckling before laughing out loud. 

You were amazing, a strength that needed to be veneered. You were his, his wife, his, his, his hishishishishis.

He stopped laughing, his smile dropping. He should write notes for his next broadcast, he would have to go to your house so he could tell the good news to your father and mother about your wedding. 

He started writing, but jerked up his head when he heard commotion outside of his office. He stood up and opened his door and smiled when he saw the mayor walking toward him with a huge smile of his face.

“ Alastor! I have big news for you, young man!”

He tried so hard to contain his satisfied smile when the mayor told him he could marry you in two weeks. In two weeks, you will be his in front of your friends and your family. In human terms, you were about to be bound together forever.

He shook the mayor’s hand after having a little chat and then took his stuff before going toward your parent’s home. Oh, so many good news was to be shared today. He smirked as his shadow moved around his feet, as happy as he felt.

He almost bought flowers on his way, but was too eager to share the big news with you. He knocked on your parent’s home’s door and smiled at your father when he let him enter. He shook his hand as he heard you walk down the stairs. He could recognize your footsteps in the middle of a dance party.

He smiled when you hugged him, nuzzling against his chest. He knew your father didn’t like when you both were too close, but he couldn’t refuse a hug from his soon-to-be wife, right?

“ Well, I came here to give you some happy news. I talked with the mayor, he is ready to hold our wedding in two weeks.”

He smirked when he saw his mother hug you but his attention quickly turned to your father. He seemed confused, after all, your wedding was supposed to be held after his father’s disappearance’s case was solved. Which would never be.

After half-lying to your father, he flinched when your dad slapped his shoulder. Well, manipulating someone was getting easier and easier, it was almost boring. But, oh, well you were there, happy, smiling at him, seeming as eager as him to finally prove your affection for each other.

He bantered with Alice and finally she went home. You were always saying Alice and him liked each other but he couldn’t care less about Alice. She was just a tool, he didn’t feel anything else, she was like a pen he needed to write a letter. He would be annoyed if the pen broke, but he could just take another.

“ Where should our honeymoon be?” you turned toward Alastor.

“ Mhn… Somewhere near the ocean maybe? I’ve never been there.” he smiled at you. He knew you didn’t know how to swim, and he needed to take care of that. It was dangerous for you to have such weakness.

“ If you are afraid of drowning, do not be afraid my dear, I’ll be by your side.” He kissed the back of your hand. You smiled softly at him.

“ I did want to go somewhere warm.” 

He looked at you, warmer than here? He looked at you, imagining you in your wedding dress, staring at him and only him.

“ Who should we invite ?” 

“ Well, Alice will be the maid of honor,” you smiled as he rolled his eyes. He was amused, it was cute how you were friends with Alice. ” My family will come, so I shall invite Alyzée and some other friends but not too many.”

“ Mhn.. I guess I need to bring some people too. Well, I guess Mimzy could come, maybe Victor, if he isn’t too noisy about it.” He thought out loud. “ I don’t have any family left but my mother, which is enough.”

“ On our honeymoon, I think I will be able to do the spell.” he looked at you with a fond smile. He read everything he could find on this spell; he talked with Kalfu, everything was going to be perfect. “ I can’t wait.”

You grasped his face and kissed him fiercely. You took a step back before he could kiss back, jumping on the grass with a big grin.

He couldn’t contain his smile. That was what he wanted. You were smiling thanks to him. Being happy to be caged with him forever and ever. He looked as you laid down on the grass, you were so beautiful… You always seemed so out of reach and yet, here you were, giving yourself to him without being afraid of what he was.

“ What do we need for.. the ritual?”

“ Well, we need another powerful spirit.” He sat next to you, taking away the leaves from your hair. “ I will try to invoke him this weekend.”

“ Can I be there?” You looked at him.

“ Well, I can’t say no to you.” He kissed your forehead with a smirk. “ We’ll need enough offerings…”

“ Now that you mention it, I need to give him an offering..”

“ Yes, what happened back then?”

“ My soul left my body,” you said proudly, “ so I could come see you.”

“ It was really impressive,” he said, looking at you with pride. He was really impressed, he didn’t even know such things were possible. You would always surprise him, how fun. You chuckled as you explained to Alastor how you managed to do that and that his shadow was being able to see you when you were in that state. “ I see… Don’t do it somewhere when you aren’t safe. I don’t know what could happen if you were to be forced out of your trance.”

You nodded, placing your head against his shoulder. Soon, you would be wed, chained to hil without any ways of escaping.

—----

He was confident.

He was handling everything well, the preparation for the wedding, for the honeymoon and with the rituals. Everything needed to be perfect, it was something that needed to be perfect. What was irritating was that he couldn't see you as often as he wished he would. He would always try to come at night, like a shadow, never being seen. 

Alastor placed a cup of black coffee on a table with a cigar and wrote symbols with chalk on the walls. He was excited to meet this spirit, the spirit who rules over death: Baron Samedi. This spirit was invoked to contact and communicate with the dead, he determines whether they could come visit or not. He may be asked to remove bothersome ghosts and invoked to ward off death. He is a powerful healer. Baron Samedi rules the cemetery: no one can die until he gives permission for their grave to be dug.

He looked at you, you seemed to be nervous but he reassured you easily. You didn't have to be here if you didn't want to. He would get the work done. Furthermore, he wasn’t really enjoying the fact that you were in a situation where he didn’t have full control. But when did a situation escape him? He would control anyone to achieve his goals. Spirits, Gods, Humans or Demons.

He kissed you deeply before walking in front of the table and began his incantation. He closed his eyes, feeling coldness seeping into his bones, into his blood faster than usual. He held his head as a freezing pain smashed into his head. 

What was going on?

“ Alastor…”

“ Are you okay, dearest?” He grabbed your hand when he saw you stumbling toward him. Did he mess up his incantation?

“ Aren’t you adorable?”

He turned his head toward the voice and squinted his eyes. There was a man smoking the cigar he had put on the table, a moment ago, staring at you with an amused smile. The gentleman looked like an older, dark-skinned man in formal attire, dressed completely in black. He was wearing a black top hat, black suit and impenetrable black sunglasses which were missing a lens. He had read that the missing lens was showing the eyes that could see  in the underworld.

“ You asked for me?” he smirked before sitting on a chair, taking the cup of coffee. “ Well, I already know why. It’s not everyday I see Papa Legba and Kalfu in the same room. How are you doing, my good fellows?”

He turned his head toward a presence he wasn’t used to feeling. And for the first time, he saw him. The spirit he first tried to approach, the spirit which worked his mother to protect him.

Papa Legba.

He looked like a tall old black man, with a strangely warm expression. He was smoking a long pipe while staring at you, his back against the door. He looked oddly human if not for the wisdom in his eyes that seemed so deep, an entire life wouldn’t be enough to hear all about his knowledge.

“ Must be nice to finally meet me, right,  little missy?” 

You turned your eyes toward the voice and yelped when you saw a man crouching next to you, his red eyes staring at you with a mocking smile. He almost rolled his eyes as Kalfu enjoyed your scared expression.

“ Well, it’s nice to finally meet all of you, gentlemen.” Alastor spoke with his usual confidence. Those three spirits weren’t as impressive as he thought. “ I didn’t expect to have all of you with us today, but it might be for the best.” He beamed at the spirits as he took a chair to sit down.

“ You truly have beautiful eyes.” you turned around as you felt your hair being touched. You looked at The Baron Samedi who was looking at you, still seeming amused. Alastor could feel his blood boiling. How dared he touch you?  You took a step back before being tugged on Alastor’s laps. You looked down and smiled softly at his shadow which was frowning, keeping its hand around your waist.

“ You really didn’t change, Alastor !” Baron Samedi laughed before sitting on the table, smoking his cigar. “ I used to heal you when you were unconscious after your father was done punishing you, your Mother was always asking for my help, what a caring woman.” 

He tensed as he remembered his father’s assault. He always wondered how he never died under his father’s fists, how his body always was he aling quickly and easily.  You stroked his hand while staring at the three spirits in front of you. “ Well, it’s not for being healed that I called you.”

“ ‘I’ ? Boy, you didn't call me all alone. Your darling is also in it.”

“ Nonsense. She didn’t prepare anything to summon you.” Said Alastor, his smile twitching. He was sure of it. Not a single drop of your blood or any other things coming from you was used to summon them. You weren’t bound with this summoning. He made sure of it.

“ Why? Am I connected to Alastor in some way?” 

“ Well, little lady, of course. If not, why would you be able to see me, summon me or even work with spirits?” Papa Legba asked you with his calming voice.

“ Alastor already created some kind of bond between the two of you, but you already saw it, right little missy?” Kalfu smirked at you, making Alastor grimaced. Seemed like Kalfu enjoyed scaring you. 

“ What are you talking about?” You asked, squeezing Alastor’s hand.

“ When you asked for your soul to leave your body to see Alastor. Didn’t you see a red thread linking you to him?”

Alastor looked at you, stroking your thigh in a soothing manner. He was curious, did you really see something like that?

“ But… It was so.. weak?”

“ Of course!” Laughed Baron Samedi. “ Alastor bound you the first time he tried to summon our dear Papa Legba, he had a tissue with your blood on it. Blood is really important here. That’s why when Alastor summoned Legba, he went toward you because the first thing he felt was your blood.”

“ And then, I came in, because I wanted to work with Alastor. This boy has a lot of potential.” Kalfu smirked. “ It’s in his blood.”

Alastor was conflicted. The air he felt when he first tried to summon Papa Legba was the spirit itself…? He had managed to summon two powerful spirits in less than one hour. They were saying he had potential. Well, he wasn’t surprised, but he wanted more. But for now, he needed to understand before acting.

“ Then, how did the bound apparead when I didn’t do anything to make it happen?” Asked Alastor, looking at the spirits. 

“ Well, like Kalfu told you, you have huge potential. You could have created the bond, you already had summoned me and him. You made the first step but stopped when you made a deal with Kalfu for power. That is why, right now, your bond is half-made.” Legba said, inhaling smoke from his pipe. “ But now, your other half is working with me, which makes you, in a twisted way, work with me.”

“ But you told me you would cut our deal if I were to work with..Kalfu?” you asked. “ Alastor is working with him, and yet..?”

“ Of course, little lady. Even if your control on your spirit is impressive, it’s not in your blood. You can do all that because Alastor ‘tainted’ it. If he were at his most powerful, and your bond were created, you would have maybe half of his abilities. Your body wouldn’t be able to take more.” He said to you with a sad smile. “ You would lose yourself to the spirits and end up mad.”

“ Or dead with me!” said Baron Samedi with a laugh which echoed in the basement. “ I’m joking, Alastor.” he smirked when he saw Alastor’s hand clenching on your waist. He didn’t like any of those outcomes, if he had to stop you from using spirits, he would stop you, no matter how.

“When you will be powerful enough, trust me, Legba’s protégée won’t be able to do anything against you. You could just use the shadow to bring her to you.” Kalfu smirked, staring at Legba with a competitive glint in his eyes. 

Now… that was interesting. Frist of all, Kalfu was referring to you as Legba’s protégée. It was a heavy title he didn’t necessarily want you to hold.  Being the protégée of a spirit, even more for the powerful one, was honorable. Kalfu had chosen Alastor as his protégé, that was what the spirit told him.  It meant some kind of protection… 

Second of all, he was going to be so powerful he was going to be able to bend you at his will.  He smirked when he saw your face, you seemed to enjoy the thought of being at his mercy.  You were just like him… 

But you surprised him once more, asking Baron Samedi for his healing power. You were insane, wanting to protect him at all cost. You were insane, mad,crazy, just like him. It was oddly comforting.

“ So, you would want to work with me, for my healing capacity? You know, it’s different from working with Legba? You are asking a skill of mine. Papa Legba just gives access to a spirit to work with you, the spirit chooses when to go back, if Legba allows it,  unless you ask him to leave. You’re asking for a power that belongs to no small spirits, the price will hurt.”

“ Then, she doesn’t need it.” said Alastor, forcing you to look at him. “ I won’t need this power, who could hurt me?” He asked you with his usual charming and confident smile. A healing power could be very useful, indeed, but if it meant you would get hurt, he didn’t need this power. His priority was you. You, you, you, you.

But, you managed to hold this power, making a deal with Baron Samedi. You would be able to heal him and yourself, what a power… You were beautiful, your red eyes having a purples hues. You fell asleep quickly after that, letting him and the spirits talk about the real deal they were supposed to make. 

He would have to take Eamon to create a material bound, the spirits would then possess the both of you before doing their things. He almost winced when Kalfu said that it was going to hurt you. He didn’t care if it would hurt him, he could take it. You… You, he didn’t want you to feel anything pain that wasn’t created by him.

After some time, he knew all he needed to know about this ritual. Once the spirits vanished, he walked toward you and smiled fondly when he saw your sleeping expression. How could you be so vulnerable? Since you’ve been children you have always been vulnerable with him even if you were now just like him. A  cold blooded killer.

“ Darling, open your eyes.”

“ Did I fall asleep?”

“ I’m afraid you did, dearest.” He kissed your forehead with a soft gaze. “ We should sleep.”

You looked at his face, he knew you could see the fatigue on his face. You nodded and stood up, walking out of the basement, walking toward his bedroom. You took Eamon in your arms, signing in bliss. After all those years,  this plushie was here.  

“ Undress, dear.”

You whined but undressed quickly, throwing your dress on his chair with the rest of your clothes. You bury yourself under the cover, trying to stay awake. He undressed himself, putting his pajama on before sliding behind you, wrapping his arms around you.

“ Is everything ready for the ritual..?” you asked, yawning. 

“ Yes, you don’t have to do anything.” He kissed your naked shoulder. “ You just have to think about the wedding.”

—--------

“ Oh my baby, you look so handsome.”

Alastor turned his gaze toward his mother with a soft smile. Marie was already having tears in her eyes just because she was seeing him in his suit. 

Today was the day he was to be wed to you. 

He let his mother kiss his forehead, bending toward her. She took his face between her hands, staring at him with a proud smile. He tilted his head, it was strange. He thought he would have seen this expression on his mother’s face when he had killed his father with your help. And yet, it was on his wedding day that she was beaming the most. How strange…

She was kissing his cheeks while walking around him, praising him again and again.

He looked at himself in the mirror with his mother by his side.

“ I’m so happy, I’ve always wished for your happiness.” She whispered, leaning her hand against his shoulder. His mother was getting older, she seemed smaller than she used to be. He looked down at her, as she grinned at him. 

He turned his head toward the door when he heard someone knocking. His mother went to open the door and greeted your father who stepped in. Alastor shook his hand, smiling at the man who seemed… nervous?

“ Well, Alastor, you look splendid.” he said as he held his hand between his. Alastor nodded, staring at his soon to be father-in-law. He could already see that the man wanted to talk with him. His mother must have sensed it because she left the two men together.

“ You wanted to talk to me, sir ?” Alastor asked, his usual smile. Your father seemed surprised but he couldn't help but laugh.

“ As observant as always, Alastor.”

He almost rolled his eyes. No need to be observant, most of the time, when someone knocked on someone else's door, it was usually to talk. Furthermore, your father was a policeman, he wouldn’t be surprised if the man wanted to talk with him about you, or his father’s death.

“ I’m here… I wanted to talk about my daughter.”

Bingo.

“ I just… You have nothing to do with your father’s disappearance, right?”

All of them were so easy to read. Now, he just needed to give your father some kind  of informations that would make him less… threatening.

“ I won’t lie to you. My main goal right now is to marry your daughter. My father is still haunting my thoughts but I need to be strong for your daughter, right? What I’m asking of you, if you ever find him, please do tell me before he goes home.”

“ Of course, Alastor. I’ll find him, you’ll meet him again, I promised.” Your father frowned.

He wanted to laugh out loud. If you were next to him right now, would you bite your lips to contain your laughter or would you giggle behind your hand.

“ But… Please, do take care of my daughter.” 

“ I’ll protect her with my life.”

Alastor looked at your father, his gaze was set on him. Your father was giving you away to him. A monster, disguised as a human being. How funny.  But you loved him, the human being and the monster. Was he half-human? Half-monster? A monster? A Human? What was the difference?

He watched as your father relaxed. He tapped his shoulder two times before leaving him alone. He looked in the mirror and he laughed out loud, almost crying from laughing.They were all stupid people, dear, you would have laughed with him so hard if you were here.  

He beamed at his reflection, arranging his tie once more. It was time for him to wait for you at the aisle. He looked as his mother entered the room once more, telling him it was time to go. He watched his reflection once more, smiling widely before going into the ceremony’s room with his mother.

He waited at the aisle, listening to Victor and Mimzy. He couldn’t wait to see you in your wedding dress. 

After a while, everyone went to sit down and the mayor invited Alastor to place himself. He asked him if he was nervous but he shook his head. He wasn’t nervous,he was… excited? He turned his head toward the big door once the music started and he freezed.

You were breathtaking, walking toward him, holding on to your father’s arm. Your face was covered by a white veil, which almost made him grin. This shield you put against others was going to be taken down by him,  and him alone. 

He held his hand toward you, wanting to smooth the itch that was bothering him. He needed to feel you. He took off your veil, and relaxed when he saw your face. How beautiful.  You truly looked like an angel. 

“ Who blessed me with you, I wonder…”

And he wondered who cursed you with him.

 In a twisted way, he was so elated to be the one to ruin you. Since you first met, you always choose him until, even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able to run away. You were all pure and you accepted to be tainted by him, from your morals, to your blood and soon your soul. He couldn’t tear his eyes off from you but he still listened to Alyzée’s father talking. You were watching the mayor but he could see all your attention was on his fingers stroking your hands.

He turned completely toward you once it was time to say your vows. You were adorable, you were already ready to cry. How cute you could be, from crying because you were emotional to you tearing an eye off. How lucky he was! 

“ I shall begin. We all know she is the most emotional between the two of us.” he smirked when the crowd laughed fondly. “ Dearest…”

You sniffed. Well, let’s share what he felt for you in front of everyone.

“  I don’t think I can recall a day where you weren’t at my side. Your voice is the best melody I can remember, your touch healed much more than any doctors could have achieved.  You are the first who showed me genuine emotions, you never hide yourself from me and the most important… I never felt the need to hide myself from you.”

He wondered if you knew how comfortable he felt with you. How every time your eyes would lock, he would feel shiver in his whole body?

“ You waited, dearest, you waited for me to open myself to you, which is admirable in a lot of ways. But what was more important for me is that you didn't run away. You accepted me.” he kissed the back of your hand, keeping his eyes on yours. “ You decided to put your trust in me even though what we share isn’t what you used to believe in, right?” he chucked as you nodded with a shaky laugh. 

All those romance books you read while he couldn’t grasp the meaning behind those fancy words. He remembered how you would gush about the prince charming who was saving the princess while the prince didn’t even know the princess. 

Was your meeting like a fairytale? No. If it was a fairytale he would be the dragon keeping you inside a tall tower, killing every person that would approach you. But he couldn’t help but think you wouldn’t not enjoy that. 

“ What I’m willing to give you is much more than what you have ever read, ever seen, ever experimented with. Death itself couldn’t tear us apart, I swear it , my love.”

Your relationship through all those years was like evidence. In his mind, he couldn’t see himself without you.  He still did not know if his affection was like the love you wished for when you were younger, but from your tears, maybe you would still accept it. He looked as Alice came to you to give you a tissue to wipe your eyes.

You looked at Alastor who stared at you, caressing your cheek.

“ I shall love you in the way you accepted. In sickness, in health, poor, rich, I do not care. As long as you are by my side, this life is worth living.”

Your smile and your eyes  were beautiful. It was the first thing that caught his attention since the beginning. Your eyes would always shine bright, with any emotions you would feel. As you grew older, you stopped showing your emotions to anyone which made it even more special when you would just show your bare feelings to him.

He didn’t expect to feel so much during your speech.  You were confirming everything he questioned in his mind. You were as obsessed as him, you both would die in your madness bound to each other.

He smiled during your speech but couldn’t hold himself when you said your last sentence.

“ I love you so much, it might cost me my sanity, my love.”

He tugged you against his torso, caging you in his arms. You would lose your sanity for him, he almost chuckled. He felt like he never had sanity from the beginning and you were the one being his moral compass, sometimes.. 

He stepped back and waited for the ring before putting the jewel on your finger. He could feel a shiver running through his whole body. He could almost see a chain around your neck where his necklace was. Finally, in front of the law, you were his, completely his.

“ I declare you husband and wife, you may now kiss the bride.”

Who was he to say those words? 

You smiled as Alastor tugged you toward him, kissing you like tomorrow wouldn’t exist.

Finally. 

You broke the kiss, staying near him as the crowd was shouting and clapping.

“ I love you, Alastor.. I love you, I love you..” you whispered against his lips. He almost melted at your words. He didn't know those kind of words, which he couldn’t truly understand, was making him feel so weak and strong at the same time.

“ I love you, dearest, in a way that no human would dare to love.” he whispered back, making you kiss him one more time. Even the devil would be afraid to love you like he was doing right now.

You walked out of the town hall, holding on to your husband’s arms. You stayed on the stairs as journalists took pictures of you and Alastor. He would already hear Victor’s yapping about how great you both looked. 

You laughed when the women were asking you to throw the bouquet. You turned your back to the crowd, closed your eyes and threw it. He kind of wished Mimzy would catch it, she didn’t want to get married, that would be fun to watch her face if she happened to catch the bouquet.

“ Oh my gosh!”

Even better.

You turned around and screamed in glee when you saw Alice with the bouquet. She walked toward you and hugged you, sniffing. He turned his eyes toward the mayor who said that the car was ready for you to use. He smirked before thanking him, shaking his hand once more. Alastor took your hand and guided you toward the vehicle before opening the door for you. 

“ Is it our car..?”

“ A gift from Alyzée’s father.” he winked at you before you entered the car, Alastor closing the door behind you. He settled behind the steering wheel and began to drive until his destination.

“ I feel like I’m dreaming…” you sighed in bliss. 

“ I don’t think I ever felt this… happy.” you looked at Alastor who almost seemed confused. He wasn’t very surprised to feel this much emotion when you were by his side, but it was still surprising when he knew killing was the second next thing that could grant him so much euphoria. “ Even killing my father didn’t bring me this much joy. You really are something, my love.” he smirked as he parked in the hotel’s parking lot.

Once everyone has arrived you all went into the banquet hall. You looked at all the tables and the band that was on stage, preparing themselves. You sat next to Alastor as Alice walked toward you with a piece of paper. She did a speech, an emotional sarcastic speech which brought you and her to tears. 

He laughed when Mimzy did her speech. She would make inside jokes that would make him smirk but she didn’t tell too much which he appreciated. Victor was next, he told everyone about how Alastor was the definition of dedicated and so on. Victor was a good fella, he kept him at his side to feed his ego when needed.

His back straightened  up when his mother walked with the microphone. He knew she was going to make a speech, but he didn’t know if he was ready to hear it.

She didn’t talk about the bad thing, but through her eyes he was telling everything he needed to know. She, who looked so small in his dressing room before the wedding, was looking so tall right now. He almost felt like a little boy. The little boy who just wanted his mother to tell him they were safe now. 

He always wondered how his mother perceived him. When he was torturing animals when he was younger, when he went hunting, being captivated by death, when his soul began to rot. What did she think about it? 

Was his soul already rotten when she gave birth to him?

Well, he didn’t really care now, he was satisfied with himself.

“Mon bébé… Not everything has been easy, I’m well aware. You always asked me what you could do to make me smile, to make me happy. Well, mon coeur, by being happy, you make me the happiest mother on earth. Je t’aime, quoi qu’il puisse arriver, tu seras toujours mon fils que j’aime.” 

He wondered why his eyes got teary. Maybe his inner child was waiting for this moment? He stood up, letting your hand go before hugging his mother, harder than he expected. Everyone was clapping around them but he didn’t care. She whispered in his ears that she loved him, no matter what could happen. His face was hidden in his mother’s shoulder, hiding the boyish smile that was on his lips. He stepped back, kissing his mother on the cheek, wiping one tear from her cheek before walking back toward you. 

Was his mother letting him go? Was she telling him that she did her job, protecting you as she could, until he could leave living his life with you? He hoped she knew, he would always go back to her, she was his mother. 

You looked as Alice’s father walked toward you. Well, he didn’t expect a speech from her dad, but he did see you grow up.

“ Well, I do not know Alastor, but I know a woman, who has always been by my daughter's side. No matter what was going on, she would take my daughter’s side. As a thank you, for being yourself, Mr and Mrs Sanglar, please accept as a wedding gift the house we wanted to sell.”

His eyebrows shoot up. Well, he wanted to buy the property but he did not expect it to be given to you like this. 

“ Well, now, we shall see the married one dance! Band, some music, please!”

Alastor guided you toward the dancefloor as a soft song began to be played. You danced with Alastor, never breaking eye contact with him.  He was moving you against him until he made a gesture to the band who began to change the music, they were now playing jazz.

You smiled widely at Alastor as you both began to dance, twirling, being lifted in the air, under everyone’s eyes. No one could detach their gaze from you. 

After a while, everyone danced with everybody. He danced with her mother, being careful as she laughed, seeming the happiest she ever was. He even danced with Alice to make you happy. 

He walked toward a balcony to breathe some fresh air and he smirked when he saw you outside. You were outside the hotel, being beautiful. He sended his shadow to you, you never know what could happen.

He frowned a little but kept his smile when he saw John approached you. He looked at the scene, drinking from his glass as Mimzy chatted next to him about the good looking men that were present on the dance floor. He told her to go back dancing, keeping his eyes on you.

When John left you, he came back inside and took another glass of whiskey, talking with the guests, listening to the drunk confessions. Everything could be used, and the mayor was really talkative with Alice’s father.

After a while, he saw you and Alice drunkenly walked toward the balcony. He excused himself before following you. He wanted to be with his wife now.

“ So~ Can’t wait for the honeymoon~?” he heard Alice ask.

“ I don’t even know how I managed to not jump on him.” you giggled drunkenly with Alice. How cute you were…

“ Who are we talking about?”

You smiled as you turned around and saw a smiling Alastor.

“ We are talking about my husband.”

God, he loved hearing those words coming from your mouth.

“ What a lucky fella! May I know what he looks like?” he smiled as Alice winked at you before leaving.

“ He looks… like sin.” you whispered as you stared at him. “ You shouldn’t be this close to me, you don’t want to meet his wrath.”

“ I’ll try my luck.” He kissed you, making you grab his shoulder as you moaned his name. “ You’re finally my wife.” He looked at your ring.

“ You’re finally my husband.” you kissed his lips one more time as you both stared at each other with so much passion, tenderness, obsession, lust and love, it would almost make you faint.

“ I love you.”

—-------

You were singing in the car with the biggest smile you had on your face. Alastor was behind the wheel, smiling, humming the same tune as your voice. He always was satisfied when you were singing. 

He has been driving for almost two hours, enjoying the salty air and your voice. Sometimes you would hold your hand toward his mouth so he would sing, which he gladly did. When his voice was mixed with yours, you both were singing the most beautiful songs.

You fell asleep in the car, waking up when Alastor kissed your lips. You blinked slowly before smiling at him. He stroked your cheeks before going to take the luggages. He knew Paulette was near the house. He easily carried the luggages, greeted Paulette before entering the house. It wasn’t his type of decoration but well… As long as it didn’t bother you.

“ What do you want to do first?” He crossed his arms on his chest, looking patiently at you as you thought out loud about all the possibilities. You moved your hands toward the luggages and telekinesied them toward the bedroom. Seeing you using your power always made him feel something dark inside him.

“ I want to see the city ! No, the beach!” you clapped your hands as your eyes returned to their usual color. He smiled before stretching his hand toward you which you immediately took before leaving the house.

You let Alastor guide you and you smiled even more when you saw the beach. It really was close to the house Alastor rented, he knew you always wanted to go to the beach. You took off your shoes, Alastor already holding them for you. He looked as you innocently walked barefoot on the warm sand.

“ Come with me!”

As if he could do anything else.

He watched as you walked toward the water, stopping in front of the tide. Alastor knew you still were afraid of water, since the lake accident. He needed to teach you how to swim, he didn’t want something bad to happen to you.

He hugged you from behind, teasing you as always, his body relaxing at your usual banters. He took your attention from the water by giving you a seashell that looked like he had been painted by all the colors. You quickly decided to find others so you could give them to him.

He looked at the waves and the sun. It was a strange emotion to feel at peace. He felt like the world stopped to make you savor this moment.

“ Dear husband ?”

“ Dear wife?” He asked, still looking at the water, trying to find a way for you to not be afraid of it anymore. He heard you walk closer to him and he felt his shadow move but it didn't say anything to him. When he decided to look down at it, you threw sand at him.

“ Oh, are we already playing?” he said as he slowly lifted his head, looking at you.

“ Don’t we always?” you grinned before taking off. You laughed as you heard him running after you. It was a little difficult as you weren’t used to running on sand but a few seconds after you screamed as Alastor tackled you on the floor. You laughed as he tickled you with a mocking smile. “ It’s because you forget rule number one!” you shouted as you trashed underneath him.

He smirked, you still remembered these three rules he had teached you when he was younger. It was almost touching. 

You then decided it was time to go home. He said he was going to prepare something to eat and you should take a shower which you gladly did. He was cutting the meat with a smirk, looking at the blade while it disappeared inside the meat. 

He knew you were behind him but he didn’t expect you to use your power to make the knife fly out of his hand. Alastor turned toward you, with an annoyed smirk when he saw you.

“ I’m trying to cook, dear.”

“ I don’t see what is stopping you.” you smiled sweetly at him. He walked toward you, sliding his hand on your shoulder until he touched your hand where you were holding the knife.

“ We both know we like it more when I’m the one with the knife, right?” he smirked when he leaned toward you, taking the knife from your hand. “ right?”

“ Right.”

“ Good.” he purred before going back to cooking with a satisfied smile. He asked you to dress up the table when you told him you wanted to help him. But you played with him, with the knife, so he was going to have his fun too.

You easily opened the cupboard with your telekinesis but frowned when you saw Alastor’s shadow trying to keep the plates inside the cupboard.

“ Come on now, bad boy, let go !” you said as you force on your power, the shadow mocking you as he kept the plates in its grapes. You heard Alastor chuckling which made you even more agitated to have those damn plates.

“ Having some trouble, darling?” he sneered at you.

“ No!” You could feel power getting stronger in your eyes but then the shadow smirked at you before letting the plate go. You gasped before crouching, avoiding the plate that flew toward you. You bit your lips as you heard the crash against the wall behind you. You lifted your head toward Alastor who was trying to suppress his laughter. He didn’t expect you to use so much strength but it was funnier than he anticipated.

“ Well?”

You turned around and winced when you saw the plates in pieces on the floor. You pouted as Alastor took the pieces in his hands, laughing. He winced when a sharp piece of plate cut his finger. He already knew it was a deeper cut that it was letting on.

“ Do we have bandages ?” you asked as you took his finger to see the blood pouring out the cut.

“ No need, darling. It’s going to stop soon.” he smiled at you, ready to move on.

But you grabbed his hand and licked his wound. Your tongue was moving around his finger, licking his blood like it was the best thing you ever had. He could feel his eyes flash red, staring at you. He tugged you against him when you realized what you were doing, already ready to panic.

“, I’m sorry ! I didn’t–!”

“ Well done, my love, you healed me.”

You looked at his finger and freezed when you saw his hand was as good as new. You winced when you felt a little pain on your finger and looked at your hand. Alastor and you looked as you saw your finger being cut, just like Alastor a moment before, without any weapon around. 

“ I see… You can heal me because you took the injury yourself.” he mumbled, not happy with the news. He wasn’t the kind to get injured often. But he knew that you would want to heal him, even if it was a scratch.

You stared at the cut and a few seconds after, the cut disappeared. You looked at Alastor with a smile.

“ I think the injury stayed on me the same time it has stayed on you. Which means, if you ever have a serious injury, I need to heal you as quickly as possible, if I don’t want to keep the injury for too long.” 

That was even more problematic. If he was injured, he needed to make a choice if it was better to be treated by you or a hospital and the choice has to be quick because you would keep the injury as long as he himself had kept it. He needed to get stronger so he could get a hold of this power and you wouldn't have to get hurt.

“ I see… Well, I just have to not get injured, right?” he smirked at you as he kissed the place where the cut moment before. “ You are pretty in purple, but I like them better in red.”

You tried to find a mirror and once you did you find that your eyes had a purple hue.

“ Well, darling, would you please set the table?” you rolled your eyes at Alastor's cunning voice.

You both ate and then you talked about John. You came back with an envelope which held 1,000 dollars. He didn’t expect the Felleur’s family to give so much money to the man who insulted their son on the radio. He smirked as he imagined John’s face when his parents had told him to give you this from them.

“ Let’s take a walk.” he chuckled at your words.

“ Going outside, at night, in an unknown town? Are you looking for trouble?”

“ Aren’t we the trouble?” you smirked at him.

He groaned as he tugged you toward him and kissed you feverishly, how he adored you. You smiled as you put your shoes on after clearing the table. You went out with Alastor, holding upon his arm. You decided to follow a trail that seemed to go away from the city, feeling adventurous, you begged Alastor to follow it. He sighed but accepted your supplications. Once you reached the top you looked down the hills and saw the ocean, you weren’t too high but you still gulped. 

Well, it seemed like you needed a little push to move out from your fear. Mostly when he was next to you, you did not need to fear anything.

Alastor jumped off the hill, falling into the water. It felt good to be underneath water, the water was cool against his warm skin. He swam back to the surface, throwing his head back so his hair wouldn’t get in his eyes.

“ Stay here, I’m going to take the trail to–”

“ Jump!” he shouted.

He saw you freeze but he needed you to do this. Were you remembering your first meeting when he had asked you to jump off the swing? That day, you listened to him, you went out of your comfort zone for him. He needed you to do the same today, he wanted to see your trust in him.

He wanted to see the little girl that changed his life so much.

“ I’ll catch you” Always.

He grinned when he saw you jumping off the cliff.  It was the same as that day, you looked like an angel, your hair moving into the air, your dress making it seem like you had wings. You were an angel, turning your back on anyone, to be with him. You chose to fall in hell with him, for him. 

You felt Alastor’s arms as you hitted the water. You wrapped your arms around his body before he swam the both of you toward the surface. You gasped for air and looked around before laughing as you stared at your husband with a wide laugh.

“Wow! Did you see that Alastor ! I did it ! Haha ! That was super amazing !” You looked at him with a wide smile.

You looked as Alastor hand cupped your face before kissing you. You closed your eyes as you kissed him back. He was proud of you, he would never let you be alone in those moments, he would be your protector if you needed to. But he knew he needed to be sure you could hold yourself, you were partners, husband and wife, child friends and so on..

—----

The next day, you both went into town. You watched what kind of furniture you would buy for your future home. He was looking at some desk that he would be able to put into his office… Your new house was big, bigger than he was used to but he knew you would fill every room with warmth.

You kept walking, looking for things for your new home or for yourself. You find new clothes, a new hat for Alastor and some souvenirs for your family and friends. You ate lunch in a small restaurant that you found delicious. Alastor didn’t like it much but he couldn’t help but smile when you said you could help him finish.

You walked back home, still full of energy. You looked at the full moon as Alastor was taking a shower. He came back to you, cleaning his glasses with a tissue.

“ Are you ready, my love?”

“ Mhn?”

“ Well, to bond yourself to me.” 

You moved so quickly he feared you would lose your balance. You both went into the bedroom where he had written symbols on papers with ink.

“ I have everything we need.” He said with a confident smile. He walked back toward you with a blade. “ First, I need a place to mark you, if you don’t mind, dearest, I’ll choose your heart. I already carved an ‘A’ here, but you know I’m greedy. I’ll place my runes here…”

“ You have a rune for yourself ?” you asked him, curiously.

“ I created one, yes.” He tilted his head as you took off your dress, baring yourself at him. He walked toward you and cut you between your breasts. The ‘ A’ he once had carved wasn’t there anymore but it didn’t matter, something much more meaningful was going to be here.

“ Every time your heart beats, it is for me. This life is mine… “ He whispered against your skin. “Now,dear, unfortunately, you can’t carve  rune but you still have energy. Where do you want to place yourself on me.” he smiled at you with a teasing expression, watching you as you put your night dress on. “ My heart already belongs to you–”

“ Your forehead.”

“ Pardon?”

“ Well, we both know you always stay inside your mind for hours sometimes. I want to be the one who owns every single one of your thoughts.” You said confidently. You advanced toward him, feeling power inside you. You kissed his forehead, closing your eyes. “ This twisted brain of yours will never work if my heart isn’t beating for you.”

Well, he knew for a fact that if you were no longer by his side, which would never happen, he would lose the rest of his sanity.

“ This is really cute, I don’t remember the last time I performed this curse!” you looked at Baron Samedi who was smoking his cigar.

“ Let’s finish this.” you heard Papa Legba. “ You need something that would be the material bond in the human world. “

You looked as Alastor took something of his luggages.

“ Eamon!” you shouted in surprise. 

“ Of course, dear. What is better to represent our bond than our fawn?”

“ He is a deer!”

“ Fawn. Now! Let’s begin.” he placed Eamon on the floor between the two of you.  He felt Kalfu entering his body, taking it as his own vessel. He could feel his lips moving into a smile so big he almost felt like the corner of his lips were bleeding. 

He watched as Kalfu cut his wrist, making the blood drip onto Eamon. He stared at the fawn which seemed to be infused with energy. The symbols on the paper were detaching themselves from it. 

He then felt a horrible pain in his head. It felt like his brain had been shot, he wanted to tear his hair off so it may lessen the pain he was feeling. The pain was moving from his head to any parts of his body, it was like his blood was poisonous and was contaminating all his being.

Baron Samedi wrote something in front of him, he couldn’t understand anything nor the voice that was chanting around him. He fell on his knees, holding his head as Kalfu left his body. He didn’t really listen to the spirits talking, his head was pounding, like someone was using a hammer and kept punching his head with it.

You were talking to him, he always loved your voice but now he needed to lessen the pain. Maybe if he took a cold shower it would help… He groaned when you forced him to lift his head to watch you. “ What? Are you not okay?”

He freezed when he heard your voice, but inside his mind. You having been talking, you were speaking inside his mind and from the look of it you could also hear his thoughts.

His smile widened before he rushed toward you and hugged you. He spun you around, laughing happily. You stared at him, lost but happy. He put you down and took Eamon with a smirk.

“ I don’t believe it. There aren’t a lot of archives about this spell but I sure didn’t know we could share our thoughts that way.” He put Eamon with care on the bed. “ My love, now Eamon is the material bound between us, nothing must happen to him, it could weaken what is linking us.” 

He laughed like a mad man, that should scare you but you just smiled softly, looking fondly at your husband.

“ Oh my love, curse of my sanity, I can’t wait to kill while hearing all of your thoughts!” he laughed, bending his body backwards, his hand hiding his eyes. “ I have a list of new victims, it only needs us to erase them from earth!” He laughed as you giggled next to him.

What a good day ! 

You walked toward him as he lifted you up in the air. You laughed as you both danced in the small bedroom while laughing. You stopped when you saw something.

“ Alastor…”

“ Yes?”

“ My shadow…”

He looked as your shadow was now similar to his. It held the same hideous smile while it played with his shadow. It seemed like the ritual had more secrets than he initially thought. He couldn’t wait to discover it with you.

“ Oh, this will be fun.”

—------- 

“ Once again, the police have found a body, the right eye missing and a smile carved into the victim’s flesh. This had been going on for years, yet, the police, led by John Felleur, still haven't found a single clue about the serial killer that haunts New Orleans’s streets. The killer seems to attack men only, so my dear fellow gentlemen, you should stay vigilant!” He spoke into his microphone with a big smile.

It’s been three years since his wedding and what a journey it has been. He was the most popular radio host of all Louisiana, he was well respected, having connections with people he never would have thought to meet. And thanks to that, he could easily find new targets.

The police were trying to find a serial killer, which was of course, him and his darling wife. You didn’t give up your little hobbit, always going with him when it was time to slay. He always finds a new way of torturing his victims, sometimes wondering if he was affraying you, but when he would turn around, you would just look at him fondly.

How lucky he was.

His powers were becoming more stable and he had more stamina now. He didn’t necessarily use his power when he was killing someone, he didn’t think they were worth it. He would use it during the track, finding information about how vile the pig was. And he was getting better and better, never injuring himself.

Which created an argument between the both of you. He didn’t want you to use your healing capacity but you always have been a brat, so you would injure yourself so you could train. The first day he saw you doing that, he thought he lost any sanity left in his body. He had you pinned on the floor, asking many times what you were doing. 

After hearing your pleas, he agreed to hurt himself so you would learn from him. He didn’t want you to heal serious injuries, he didn’t know if you could die from an injury you healed before it killed him.

Alice was the one who would help him find filthy pigs that he didn’t know they existed. She could still be of use after all those years, who would have thought?

He said his goodbye to his audience before leaving his workplace and took his car to drive back home. He was sure Alice was at your home, he didn’t really care.

He entered the front door and smiled when he saw you, your head already turned toward him.

“ How do you always know when he is coming home! Each time, it’s a different hour!” asked Alice, always shocked when you could tell when Alastor was coming home.

“ Good evening, Alice. What an unhappy expecting surprise to you here.” said Alastor with a mocking smile. 

“ Even after all those years, you are still not a gentleman.” 

Only with my wife, right, my love?

It was a new power you both acquired when you bond your souls togethers. You could talk in each other’s mind which created funny and interesting moments. He looked as you went into the kitchen to cook dinner. He wanted to keep painting the room but well, he couldn’t let your guest unattended. 

“ Unfortunately, I think I can’t stay with you for dinner.”

“ What? But I was going to make your favorite dish!” you shouted, going back into the living room with a pan in your hand. “ Did Alastor say something?”

“ Honey…” he sighed with a smirk.

“ Do you think he could make me change my opinion?” she raised an eyebrow.

“ Right, so why? Are you still feeling unwell?” 

“No… It’s just…” She sat on the sofa, sighing. You sat next to her, taking her hands while Alastor was looking at her with his usual smile. “ I am pregnant.”

….

“ What?” you said in unison with Alastor.

Alastor watched as you asked Alice for precision, your eyes flashing red. Alice never asked you anything about it even though he was sure she saw your eyes changing colors. Was she lying to herself or was she trying not to be noisy?

Alice was pregnant even though she told you her husband never forced himself on her. Alastor was surprised, Alice never really talked about wanting to be pregnant so if he needed to kill the husband, you would have to be very careful. 

“ Do you need us to kill him?” asked Alastor calmly. He didn’t really feel anything but maybe anger about not controlling the situation. Trey Felleur was a  catholic man he thought was boring, just a tasteless man that was doing his job, talking about politics… Nothing worth his time. 

“ Calm down, the both of you. He didn’t force himself on me. I wanted a child, so this has to happen. He asked me multiple times if this is what I wanted, I said yes. He didn’t do anything bad.” she stood up, taking your hands in hers. “ But there is something worrying me. I think Alyzée is being stalked by someone… She says she feels like she is being watched.”

Well, well, well… Another stalker’s story? Last time was when you were teenagers, and you never found him. It was mostly not a stalker, he kept watching when you both were out and he never felt eyes on him. But someone following Alyzée, now that was interesting and possible.

He stood up when you took Alice to the front door. He listened as he leaned against the door.

“ Nothing will hurt your family.” you said to her. Alice looked at you, taking your hand in yours.

“ You know, you are part of my family as well.” she whispered to you. “ Even Alastor, but never let him know that.”

“ I heard you.”

“ Fuck off!” she shouted before looking at you. “ Please, be careful. If you need anything, ask me.”

He watched as she took a cab and went back to town.

You both went into the kitchen, preparing your dinner. If someone were to see the both of you, they would mostly think they were dreaming. You were moving everything you needed in the air with your power, the plates placing themselves on the tables, the vegetables being cut while Alastor was boiling the water.

You smiled when you saw Alastor’s shadow begin, once more, to tease yours. They were fighting each other, you could see them on the wall. Sometimes he wondered if both of your shadows had your childhood’s personality…

“ Alastor, should we finish painting the last bedroom?”  you asked, taking off your apron. “ I’m not hungry yet.”

He nodded before following you. You both painted and of course you decided you wanted to play. He smirked when you threw paint at him, your laughter echoing in the room. You yelped when you felt the shadow held you while Alastor was painting your cheeks, smirking at you. You laughed, trying to escape from the shadow. Yours was jumping on Alastor’s, taking it away from you. He looked as both shadows were happily fighting each other. You quickly took paint and threw it at Alastor as he shielded himself with his arms. 

After winning the war, you both went to take a shower and then went back to the kitchen before sitting on the table and eating.

“ How should we find Alyzée’s stalker ? Should we send our shadow?” you asked as Alastor made you eat from his fork.

“ Oh, my love, no.  Do we really need to waste our power for this?” he laughed, waving his hand in the air. “ We need to kill John, remember?” 

John was becoming a pressing matter. He was still in the police and he was setting on finding the serial killer that was terrorizing New Orleans. He was far too blinded by you to think you were the one behind the killing with him, but he knew John was still thinking he was the one being the cause of his father’s disappearance. But he needed to find the right moment…

“ How could I forget? But right now, he isn’t a threat. The stalker could be, what if he found out about Alice’s relationship?” you asked as he wiped the sauce from your lips. 

“ If this is what you wish for, we shall take care of Alyzée’s stalker. It shouldn’t take long, nor be difficult.” he said as he leaned against his chair. You smiled at him, making him raise an eyebrow at you. “ What?”

“ You are so sure of yourself, I admire that.”

“ Because no one could make me doubt my abilities,” he said before kissing your forehead. “ You should stay with Alyzée, try to see if you feel something when you are with her.”

You both agreed  before going to bed. The next morning, he felt a little off but after a quick breakfast he felt better and he drove you to town, kissing you before going to work. Victor came 5 minutes after him, already telling him the news about his last broadcast.

He was writing on a paper when he felt something. He lifted up his head. He finished his emission 10 minutes ago, which let him write for his next broadcast… But right now, he didn’t like what he was feeling… He stood up quickly, asking Victor to handle the rest before leaving his workplace.

He could feel your bound, so he just had to follow it then he would find you. He freezed when he saw you walking alongside John, bruised.

He wondered how John would scream if he were to open the policeman’s chest and eat his heart right in front of him. He was sure it would be less painful than seeing you bruised in front of him.

Did he do that? Tell me, I’ll kill him right now.

You stopped walking when you lifted up your head, Alastor was in front of you, it seemed like he had just finished working. 

“ Mr. Felleur, please tell me why my wife is injured, next to you?” he said as he smiled like usual even if you could see anger swirling in his eyes. “ Please, answer me quickly.”

“ Mr.Sanglar, your wife has been attacked by a man, I happened to be there to save her life.” John said as you ran into Alastor’s side. 

“ Well, Officier Felleur, thank you for bringing my wife to me. I shall take it from here.”

“ I need her to write if she happens to see his face. It could be the serial killer I’m after.”

You tried to hide your smile while Alastor laughed out loud.  This poor fool wouldn’t be able to catch him red-handed as long as the sun kept rising up.

“ Oh right, but I think she would have told you if she saw something, right? But this is not the case. So, if you allow us, we shall go.” He wrapped one arm around your waist before walking away from John who just stared at you.

Alastor walked you back to your car, opened the door for you before settling behind the steering wheel. You waited for him to drive but he stayed silent. He was trying to keep the anger inside of him which was difficult because he could felt his body being warmer because of the fury inside him.

“ Alastor, my love ?”

You flinched when you saw him punch the steering wheel, grinding his teeth. 

“ I’m okay, darling. I just… didn’t expect to see you hurt.” He said before driving toward your home.

“ Alastor no! Alice and Alyzée are maybe in danger!”

“ Does it look like I care, my love? You are hurt.” he said, his eyes never leaving the road. If you think he cared about anyone but you right now? You were injured, your body had marks that haven’t been made by him, someone dared touch you.

“ Alastor, stop the car!” you shouted.

Alastor stopped the car on a deserted road, the one you always used to go home. He looked at you, his smile twitching, could you be a good girl right now and let him drive you home? Your eyes were red and so was his.

“ Alastor, Alice is pregnant, Alyzée doesn’t know how to fight, they need us! What if the man is already there?”

“ Love of my life, curse of my sanity, Alice's family is the RicheMont. They have maids, butlers, their houses are on the richest quartier of New Orleans. Do you really think a mere human could walk in like that?” he asked you, his grip tightening on the wheel. “ They are safe there, my shadow is watching.”

He saw your body relaxed but then you explained you used your power against the man. He didn’t like it, he hoped the man hadn't seen you use your telekinesis, he always told you: If you were to use your power, make sure the person was dead right after. 

His smile came back when he saw how upset because you let your prey run away. How cute, he felt like he was watching a small animal trying to hunt on a bigger animal. But well, he knew you were a professional killer now… Well, it didn't mean he couldn’t be protective of you.

Alastor started back the car, driving you home. He went to prepare dinner but then he stopped when he felt you use your healing abilities. The atmosphere was always colder when you were using it…

You saw Alastor watching you through the mirror, his arms crossed on his chest. You tilted your head as he walked toward you. He kissed your bare back, kissing each place a bruise has been made before you healed yourself.

He kissed your face, his eyes looking at you.

“ Don’t let others injure you my dear. This is my privilege, isn’t it?” he tilted his head, his eyes never leaving your face.

That night, he played with your body, cutting you with his teeth, his nails and his blade. You were like a sacrifice made for him. An angel offered as a sacrifice to calm the wrath of the vengeful spirit that was haunting New Orleans.

Hearing you moaning his name although he was sliding the blade against your skin was making him ligheaded. You both were crazy and you both enjoyed that. Your blood was dripping so pretty on the table, the red so mermazing. 

He kissed every single one of his cuts and smiled when you told him you didn't want to heal them yet. You wanted to feel them.

When you went to bed, he watched you sleeping before going into the living room. He needed to write his next podcast, maybe he could talk about his sixth murder? No…  He coughed a little, hiding his mouth behind his fist. What could be tomorrow's next topic?

He stood up and went into the kitchen to make some coffee, still thinking. Maybe he could tell the story of your first murders, his father’s death.. Mh, it could be interesting. What name should he choose… Maybe he could ask the audience what the name of the character could be.

He walked back into the living room and felt a sudden dizziness that made him drop his mug on the floor. He almost swore but he just sighed. 

“ Alastor, are you hurt ?” you watched as he lifted his head up to you with a warm smile. He stood up and walked toward you before kissing your forehead. 

“ I’m okay, love. It seems like I was still upset about what happened to you with the stalker, my hand was shaking.” he sighed, whispering his words softly against the skin of your forehead. 

“ Why don’t you come back to bed..? It’s three in the morning…” you whined against him. 

Alastor looked at you for a minute before nodding. He cleaned his mess before going back to the bedroom with you, turning off the light. You slid into the covers, opening your arms for him. He smiled softly at you before going into bed, placing his head on your chest, above your beating heart.

“ Do you want to talk about it, my love?” you asked softly as your fingers were running through his curly hair. He hummed but didn’t say anything. He didn’t know why, he was so tired… Well, he was use to sleep three hours or more if he was lucky, if he were listening to your beating heart… 

When he opened his eyes the next day, he almost freaked out for a minute. He was alone in the bed. He sat up, feeling you downstairs. He sighed, placing his head against the palm of his hand. He was still sleepy, what an odd and unusual feeling… He walked toward the kitchen and looked at you.

“ I made your coffee.” You said before kissing his cheeks. He wrapped his arms against you, kissing your forehead, thanking you in his deep sleepy voice. You smiled at him, placing the pastries in front of him. “ Did you sleep well?”

“ Mhn… I slept deeply, this doesn’t happen occasionally.”  he held his chin with his left hand, looking at the ceiling, perplexed. You tilted your head as he winked at you. “ Don’t get used to it.”

You went to wash up after Alastor then you went into the living room, sitting on the sofa.  You tied up his tie for him, you always liked doing that so, he would let you do it, always watching you with a fond smile. You stared at him, stroking his cheeks.

“ You don’t have to meet with Alyzée today, my shadow keeps watch.” he said.

“ Nu-uh, I’m going. Take back your shadow, I don’t want you to be tired.” You kissed his nose with a fond smile.

“ It’s not taking an ounce of my energy and with what happened with the stalker, I’m not taking any chances.” he cupped your head in his hands, staring at you. 

You nodded and then he took you to town. When he went into his office, he let himself fall on his chair, massaging his head, running his finger into his hair. Why was he so tired and why was he feeling so hot? This summer was really warmer than last year? Dear god…

Victor came to him seeming worried. Alastor told him to just do his work as his program was going to begin. He would go through it, just like he always did. He focused his thoughts in his notes, never losing his flow, his humor and his answer with the audience. Today seemed like it wasn’t going to end. 

He, sometimes, was holding his head while a listener was talking. There was so much noise… and it was god damn too hot !

Thank God, he managed until the end. He took a bottle of water and drank all of it, closing his eyes as the cold liquid ran inside his throat. He lifted up his head when he heard a knock and told the person to enter. He could already feel your presence behind the door.

He stood up from his seat. He walked toward you as Victor left his office. You smiled at him, kissing him softly as he hummed against your lips. “ What is my darling wife doing here?”

“ I wanted to see my husband.” you chuckled when you felt his lips kissing your neck before sitting back on his chair. “ This is the first time I come here… With my body.”

“ Last time, it was your soul, you’re right.” He leaned on his chair, crossing his arms against his torso. You seemed to be observing him, he almost laughed. He always enjoyed when you were “copying” him.

You took a tissue from your bag and wiped his forehead as he closed his eyes. You touched his forehead with your hand and frowned a little.

“ You’re warmer than usual.”

“ Well, it is summer and my office gets hot with all my materials.”

You pouted, trying to fan him with a piece of paper which made him laugh. He stood up, kissed your forehead and  said it was time to go home. He took some paper with him and you both left his workplace, and drove to your home. He needed to finish this and maybe he would be able to breathe a little.

But before he could enter your home, you took his hand and brought him to the lake. He looked at you as you took off your shoes and lifted up your dress before taking a step into the water. You turned around to look at him. holding your hand toward him with a soft smile. He stared at you before taking off his shoes and socks and walked in the water, toward you.

“ You aren’t scared?”

“ I’m with you, so, no, I’m not.”

He smiled, his body relaxing with your answer. Even if his body was doing nothing it was told, you would still put your life in his hands, like right now.

Alastor dived into the water with his clothes on. You smiled when you saw him emerge out of the water, his hair sticking in on his forehead. He closed his eyes as he swam, never going too far from you. In case you wanted to go into the water.

He looked as you went back home before closing his eyes, floating on the surface. The water was cool enough for him to feel his body get colder… But it was still not enough. He took off his shirt, before going back into the water.

He swam toward the edge of the lake when he felt you come back. He looked at you and smirked when he saw you staring at him, your mouth wide open.You gulped as he left the water and walked toward you. 

“ You’re red, darling.”  He touched your chin, making you close your mouth you didn’t even realize was open. You shoved the sandwiches in his hands, looking away as he laughed. You laid down on the grass, looking at him. He leaned toward you, kissing your lips with a soft smile.

“ Did you know Alice wanted me to be her child’s godmother?” you whispered against his lips.

“ I guessed it.” He whispered before kissing you once more.

You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You pushed your lips against his as he tried to get away, wrapping your legs around his waist. You tried to suppress your laugh as he was groaning when you didn’t move your lips away from his.

He stood up easily even if you were still clinging to him. He walked toward the lake, before entering the water, speaking , his voice muffled against your lips.

“ Darling… Let go…”

You shook your head, keeping your lips against him. You chuckled as he sighed before swimming in the water. You nipped at his lips, looking at him playfully. He went into the water with you, kissing you properly before diving into the water.

You closed your eyes, he could feel your hair moving against his skin, Alastor kissing you fondly. You felt him poking your cheek with his finger. You opened your eyes slowly, and Alastor looked as he saw your eyes. You both stared at each other before he swam to the surface. 

You broke the kiss, smiling sweetly at him. He felt more relaxed than when you saw him at work. He swam to the lake’s edge, and you both ate what was left of sandwiches, looking as the sun was setting down. You played with Alastor’s curls until it was time to go home.

You fell asleep easily which made it easy for him to go downstairs to work once more. He needed to find that stalker, to find another pig to kill, put John out of the picture. He pulled on his hair, biting his lips.

This headache didn’t want to stop!

He wrote down on his notes, trying to ignore it but it was getting harder and harder to think about anything else but the pain in his head. He turned his head toward the door when he felt your presence, surprised. 

“ Darling?”

You squinted your eyes at him and walked toward him, observing him. You touched his forehead and gasped when you felt how hot he was.

“ Alastor, I think you might be sick.” you said, already ready to go take the medicine you kept in your drawers.

“ Darling, I’m not. It’s hot, remember ?” He tilted his head, looking at you, amused.

You shook your head, crossing your arms on your chest. When you saw him going back to his notes, you took his hands, begging him with your eyes. How cruel of you…

“ Then, please, at least, go to bed.”

He looked at you before sighing and nodding. He couldn’t refuse anything and he was sick of this headache. Maybe laying down would help him in any way? He laid on your chest and before he knew it, he was asleep. 

He woke up, and he almost swore when he saw the time. He was going to be late, what was going on? He stood up, took a rapid shower which didn’t stop the warmth in his body to stop getting hotter. He hitted the living room’s table with his hips, making him wince, as he was taking his notes.

“ Damn it…!”

“ Alastor, stay here, I’m calling Victor to tell him you won’t go to work.”

Alastor turned his head toward you, surprised to see you. Did he not feel your presence ? What was going on with his body? He didn't remember even getting sick since he had killed his father. You walked toward the telephone but Alastor stopped you with his usual charming smile.

“ My love… I’m going to work, there is no need to worry. It’s just a little fever, nothing more.”

But he knew you would be a brat. You threatened him to use your healing capacity on him if he wanted to go to bed. You were diabolic. He loved it. He felt like he was going to throw up… 

You dialed Alastor’s workplace and sighed in relief when you heard Victor’s voice. You told him Alastor couldn’t go to work because he was sick.

“ Alastor? Sick?”

“ My wife is holding me hostage, Victor.”

You shushed your husband before telling Victor you would call him later. You looked at Alastor who was trying to keep his smile but, even if this was against you, he hated losing. 

You pushed him into the bedroom, forcing him to change before going into the kitchen, preparing a meal for him. He felt like he was burning, the ceiling was moving even though he was laying down. He couldn’t see well, his senses were confused.

Where were you..?

He flinched when he felt a hand touch his forehead, smacking it immediately. Damn it, he was vulnerable and someone was there to witness it.

“ Don’t touch me..” he whispered. He wanted to have his usual smile but he couldn’t. Moving was exhausting, even smiling was asking too much of him.

“ I’m sorry, I just wanted to cool down the fever.” he heard someone say. The fever? He was sweating so much it was horrible. Was he in hell? If he was in hell, where were you?

“ Do you want to drink something ?” 

“ Hot chocolate….” he whispered, closing his eyes. If you still weren’t in hell, he would have to wait for you.

“ But you don’t like it…Why?”

“It tastes…like my wife…” he said, opening his eyes slightly, looking at you. “ She…is sweet…” He slowly blinked and then he was given a hot chocolate.  He sat up with difficulties, his head spinning. He drank a bit of the drink and couldn’t help but cringe. How could you drink that…?

He then was given a glass of water he drank completely. He laid down once again and then felt a soft weight on his chest. He looked and smirked a little when he saw the plushie.

“ Eamon…” He took the plushie with a small smirk. He stroked the fur of the plushie before looking at you. “ You shouldn’t touch it, lady…” You asked him why, tilting your head. “ I cursed… my wife with it. We are bound… forever..” he gave you a boyish smile before falling asleep, Eamon in his hand.

He didn’t know how long he was out cold, but when he woke up he saw your hands moving toward him with your eyes and their purples hues, showing him you wanted to heal him.

“ Darling, don’t…”

You freezed when you saw Alastor’s gaze on you. His eyes were focused, conscious and he had his usual smile on his lips. He sat up slowly and you quickly helped him.

“ Alastor, do you recognize me ..?” 

He nodded, kissing the back of the hand. He didn’t want you to be ill just because he kissed you.

“ I’m feeling better… Just tired and cold, but you don’t need to heal me…”

He smiled at you, reassuring you until your whole body relaxed. You kept taking care of Alastor until the next day, he was feeling way better.

The next morning, he smiled at you before going to work while you decided to stay at home to clean out the sheet and every tissue. He went to work, avoiding Victor’s questions and sat in his office. He looked around before concentrating on his shadow who was still guarding Alyzée. He looked around but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

He freezed when he felt your presence not too far from the two women. He forced his shadow to look around, he knew soul was somewhere near. His shadow’s eyes fell toward a warm feeling, Alastor knew your soul was here. He wondered why you were here… His shadow then looked at a man who seemed to be looking at no one, but his stare was focused. 

He was focused where he could feel your soul.

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[indiaalphawhiskey]

Can I ask you what makes you think harry and Louis are still together? I haven’t been in the fandom for years, I really don’t know what’s going on with any of the boys.

I’m going to take this question in good faith, but I’m going to close the discussion after I answer it because I’m really not in the business of convincing people about Larry and I don’t want to go back and forth. I’m also not a discourse blog, and don’t want to engage in discourse any further than this.

Honestly, I don’t think my answer is what you’re looking for, but again, I’m not here to convince anyone.

The plain answer is: I think Larry are together because I believe in long-term love. I know for a lot of you, that’s not a satisfactory answer, because it’s not rooted in consistent physical proof, but it’s a realistic answer, and in my case, it’s the truth.

I’m at the age now where my friends have been married for about three to five years on average, and I’m starting to see firsthand the way love evolves with lifetime commitment. It does evolve. It becomes quieter - not something you constantly post on social media or talk about at every girls’ night. It’s less focused on romance - your energy goes into building your life together, instead of basking in the valentine of it all. It comes with challenges and compromises - navigating extended families, aging parents and siblings, careers, dreams and goals that are constantly changing. And that makes you busy.

Too busy to fly back and forth, to spend every single holiday together, to share clothes and jewelry, to constantly signal, because instead, your energy goes into making sure you two are on the same page. Long term love - lifetime love - is not about other people and it’s not about what it looks like on the outside.

So, does it bother me that we hardly have any solid receipts? No. I think their love has evolved with their age and with their level of commitment, just like my own friends and their marriages. I think it’s imperfect, I think it has challenges, I think their relationship looks a lot different to them internally than it did in 2011 and so it makes sense to me that it looks different externally, also. If you add the fact that they’re both closeted public figures to that mix you have like seven other layers of complexity onto an already complex relationship.

I know it’s not tidy. I know it’s not a straightforward answer like the Umbro shirt or the complementary tattoos or Sweet Creature. I know it’s not the kind of proof we’d gotten used to depending on. But when you have very real examples in your life of people who love each other enough to say “it’s us forever, no matter what anyone says or how unconventional our relationship has to be to make it work”, it’s really easy to believe and to have faith, physical proof or no physical proof.

In the end, they really are just two humans who fell in love, so their relationship has its ebbs and flows like any other.

[watermelonlicker]

ok so i have a half-assed half-high barely coherent theory formulating in my brain and i’m gonna shoot my shot and not make sense but maybe y’all can articulate what i’m saying better than i can so HERE IT IS!

i finally watched aotv in full (i couldn’t finish it after babygate started to rear its nightmarish head bcos i have so much trauma from that time period) but if louis is the observer… then the reupload of aotv is interesting bcos in the intro he says some very key things:

in the first minutes he reflects on “the memories, the relationship” and says relationship SINGULAR as if there was one relationship that defined the band (sure he could’ve meant the relationship of the band but i don’t think so bcos he didn’t show an image of all the members) in fact he showed this image 👇🏻

of him with his arm around harry and zayn standing next to them (i feel zayn is so important to the shit that’s coming somehow beyond the fact he chose to leave the band like are we getting a collab or something bcos again why tf did the observer post zouis???)

ANYWAYS, so imo he wasn’t talking about his relationship with the band and if he was talking about eleanor he would’ve showed her. he didn’t.

WE KNOW thee relationship ™ that defined him is his relationship with harry. larry is probably the biggest fandom ship of all time and is a ship that’s still being talked about today. larry is the relationship that lead to his closeting and the terrible shit they had to endure.

after that he said when zayn left the band it obviously felt like the beginning of the end but he chose to show this shot of him looking at harry when talking about it??

like zayn leaving the band was the end yes but maybe in his mind zayn leaving was the beginning of his path to freedom with harry? (we know how that turned out)

AFTER THAT he chose to show this shot of harry 👇🏻

when reflecting on how maybe this (in reference to the band) isn’t gonna last forever and he follows that reflection up with another shot of harry 👇🏻

when he asks “have we become the band we didn’t want to be?” he says with that how they were starting to feel a disconnect so like with the zouis pic from the observer, and how louis is setting up the narrative in the beginning of aotv, you can answer the question: yes. they became the band they didn’t want to be. they were heavily manufactured, heavily pr’d/closeted, and were literally being drained of their souls.

zayn leaving the band freed the boys AND it also got the fandom on board with the reality that not everything was roses and management was a problem. i remember at the time before the fandom split into larries/antis/solos, it was mainly larries (not all but mainly) who were vocal about management. after zayn it became clear not all was what it seemed and it became clear we were being lied to for 5 years.

we know after the hiatus, the syco closet followed them so if louis is the observer maybe he wants us to rewatch this doc bcos it’s a watered down version of his story and he wants us to observe it again and connect the dots when we get the real story? (idk)

he also chose these shots of him and harry 👇🏻 (so many shots of harry when he’s talking about the band and yet harry makes no actual appearance in this doc? we know why zayn didn’t they weren’t speaking but what reason did harry have not to appear? exactly. and don’t give me that shit about love on tour….)

SO louis said the hiatus hit him like a ton of bricks and how he was not prepared for the change. i feel this is a nod to how they had to process and navigate their lives, but he still wouldn’t be free for 5 more years. also note how he glossed over WHY it was such a struggle for him to release his first album. all the blacklisting, media execs literally wanting his head on a pitchfork, none of it was mentioned and if i wasn’t deep in fandom lore i would be confused as hell why it was such a journey. and like i’ve said before— so much of what we’ve seen of harry has been the guise of freedom so long as it put money in the azoffs pockets it was never true freedom.

not yet.

now if the observer is ushering in the lt3 era what if true freedom is about to happen and that’s the point of this refresher? fitf is over. louis broke his 4 year cycle + he didn’t tweet anything on the 28th. so why would he re-release something from an old era? it’s not like everyone was clamoring to watch the doc again?

i feel with liam’s death, it being 15 years since 1d formed, 10 years since they went on hiatus, so many old fans returning, so many new fans joining, something is different, almost cosmic, and something feels like it’s finally about to bring a revelation….

(side note—can i just say i think the bit where he’s talking about being promised to be on the 2nd verse of whatever song and harry was given the verse instead—i dont think that was him shading harry at all. i think that was lou painting a subtle, but clear picture of how they tried to pit him against harry and break them up. we know from the olly murs receipt that harry refused to end things with louis so the next objective would be to get louis to be the one to end it. manipulation tatic 101. do i think louis felt resentment towards harry? nope! i feel like what he was expressing were his feelings of worthlessness designed in him by syco. again it’s all between the lines, they talked about how arrogant and fun louis was in school prior to the band but when he’s in the band he feels irrelevant and doesn’t know himself? syco wanted to break him down at every turn but they couldn’t completely. louis found a way to turn the negatives they threw at him into positive. he had the least singing lines? ok well he’s gonna have the most writing credits instead. everything they threw at him they could not defeat him again queer resilience)

now, speaking on the throw away babygate portion of the doc, watching it kind of put into perspective to me what MIGHT be coming. the bits where he was crying was ironic as hell. he wasn’t crying bcos he felt like a father, he’s not. he was crying bcos of how goddamn insidious it is that he’s still putting this kid through this. if you watch that kids body language my gf literally said the kid acts like he doesn’t fucking know him? (he doesn’t. who is this man??? was all over his face.) like i will always believe louis is a good person and i believe he takes NO JOY out of babygate. it’s horrible.

but how does lou get out of babygate? well i see only one narrative: the one he presented in the doc. it was like an over arching theme that bad shit just keeps happening to louis and louis was asking when tf will he have a moment without stress? the bad shit was equated with all the loss in his life. i’m WONDERING if how babygate will finally end is it will be revealed that briana’s lied all this time (the fact she’s being papp’d for the first time in 5 years someone said?! is random like why is she fulfilling obligations after 5 years of silence?) like there has to be a reason why we’re feeling so much weird shit. people have to be reminded of her when it finally blows up and if the narrative to the public is louis finds out he was never really a father, that briana lied to him for money, louis will have another loss on his hands. it’s murky and i feel how solos will react to that could go either way but like… there is no way of babygate ending cleanly, but it’s the only way louis can get out of it and not be hated by the general public and look like the victim to the world (when that’s the irony of the truths in these lies like he was a victim in the first place) does this shit even make sense ??

idk but we’ll fucking see. i’m so seated.

[aviradasa]

You’re writing for two of my babies so I’m gonna request two time and feel free to do only one of them or both 🥹

Can we have some headcanon for Larry Johnson x reader ? How do they met, how do they fell for each others and confessions ? Things like that…

Thanks you 🥹

I got you! This was fun to write. Hope you enjoy!

Larry johnson x reader hcs:how yall meet + confessions

Ok, so you met Larry At school in your art class. It was your first day, and you arrived around halfway through your guy's freshman year. You were seated next to him and it did not take long for yall to start up a conversation about the work yall were doing, then I progressed into chatting about music, hobbies, jobs, games..etc Only a couple of months in, you guys were practically inseparable. Something about you just clicked in place with him, and on the plus side, you and Sal also became friends during this time frame. You three kinda become a little trio for a while (cause the others weren't really close with them yet), and it was going really well until you started developing feelings for Larry. You told Sal about it pretty quick, and he was honestly just like, “Yeah, I already know. What do you wanna do about it?” Mr. Fuckin problem solver over here. Jk, but anyway, Sal is the single friend who everyone goes to for relationship help (same), so he tells you to basically just go for it cause he has a hunch that Larry might feel the same. (He knows for a fact cause Larry doesn't shut the fuck up about you, and as much as Sal loves you guys he can't stand it anymore lmfao) Now, while you are just starting to figure out your feelings, Larry's just settled in his by now and has been scoping you out to see if you feel the same before he makes a move. The dude does not like rejection, so he will not say shit until he's at least 85% sure he has a chance. Sal does hint to Larry that you have a thing for him just so that y'all will get this over with, but don't worry, he doesn't fully give you away. But with his hint, Larry was able to piece it together, and then it was on. You guys had already had a plan to meet at the park the next day and Larry decided that he was gonna tell you then. Funny Enough you had the same idea. The next day you both met up at the park. You All did normal stuff, Like messing around on The playground equipment like children, eating food you got from the gas station, smoking a blunt inside the tunnel, and basically just having an amazing time together Once the streetlights came on, you had to go home though. So Larry offered to walk you as it wasn't very far. You guys confessed to each other in front of your house. It was nothing fancy, and it was quite funny in both of you guys' opinions, But to make a long story short, you were honestly gonna pussy out and just go inside until he stopped you. He explained how he felt, and he didn't seem very nervous at all (he was scared as fuck inside). He just spoke calmly to you with a light smile on his face, and when he was done, you honestly didn't know how to react, almost thinking it was a joke or something. But you know that Larry wouldn't do you like that, After the initial shock, you finally managed to say something and admitted to him how you felt. You were a little awkward but he didnt mind. Thats just one of the reasons he loves you. The next day, when y'all came strolling into school together,nobody Was surprised,to be honest. They all saw this coming. Oh and Sal was very proud

[fosterworks-art]

Thought WAY too hard about undergrad Phoenix, and now Amazon thinks I'm a lawyer.

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Just in case you can't read my handwriting, please look below for the notes. The below notes are a tad differently written + there may be some extra info I couldn't put in the sketches.

Page 1 - 18 y/o Phoenix

He majors in Criminology and Studio Art. So his main courses are Criminal Justice & Criminology, and Drawing.

He disappeared sometime after DL-6 and showed up with short hair, living in a duplex.

Studying to be a prosecutor - or cartoonist. His reasoning to becoming a prosecutor is unclear, he gives different answers (He can't do math, money and respect, it's a good job), he does genuinely want to help people through prosecuting, though.

Larry and Phoenix haven't seen each other for eight years, but did exchange letters.

For Larry, I wrote a couple notes for him: Going from job to job (and girl to girl) - Pretty good with tech and mechanics. That's a reference to the Thinker clocks, because it's impressive that he made them.

Page 2 - 19 y/o

Poker Hobbyist

Draws and sells card decks (and doujinshis)

People say he has a great poker face.

Also super friendly, just a doormat.

Friends don't know much about him and he doesn't talk about himself much.

He didn't remember Miles or the class trial until he saw the newspaper

That's when he decides to switch from being a prosecutor to being a defense attorney.

It doesn't change much about school.

Page 3 - 20 y/o

He's been taking summer classes this entire time. So he's a senior by 20.

He's a hard worker, and very tired. But he needs to meet Edgeworth asap.

Starts shrimping

People generally know him as a sweetheart and a softie, and a doormat. His classmates also realize that he could be a bit mean.

Heard about the Armando poisoning, but believed it was a different Dahlia Hawthorne. The one he was dating wouldn't harm a soul.

He trusted his girlfriend more than anyone, but never showed his true face until their last date. (He wore makeup and colored contacts throughout high school and college, only Larry knows what he really looks like.)

Couldn't see each other much, because they were both so busy.

Page 4- Born April 11th, 1993

This is what he looked like before the Doug Swallow trial. I just wanted to draw him when he wasn't sick, because the mask would cover the makeup.

(Just pretend I know what I'm doing with the hospital drawing)

Phoenix's 21st Birthday Presents

Not Guilty verdict

Hospital Bill

Botched Surgery (awake, aware, remembered)

Aversion to chips, pills, and romantic relationships

Friend (Mia Fey)

He didn't stay in the hospital for long and refused medication.

Yes he was in excruciating pain. Yes he finished his exams.

He ate glass, he can take it.

[dottieisdotting]

Le Freak - Omar Marmoush

requested?: yes (by anonymous)

Pairing(s):AFAB!reader and Omar Marmoush

Genre: Smut (MDNI), fluff

warning(s): Blow job, oral sex (m!rec), slight gagging, hair holding, throat fucking (barely) kissing, hickies, cum swallowing, mention of a sex toy (fleshlight) like once, mentions of nudes (obviously)

Summary: Omar scored the hat trick against newcastle so you give him a celebratory blow job

word count: 1.1k 

A/N: another request done (sorry for the wait) but I'm quite proud of this considering I have no clue how to write blowjobs but it's finally here. the poll results were in and the people want more footballers so I will see with requests and my own thoughts. now, make sure you are all looking after yourselves and have a lovely time of day xoxo - Eva (border from @enchanthings)

You knew Omar would come back with so much energy, you watched the game at home and saw his 3 goals all in the first half.

You felt rather excited to see him smiling and as happy as Larry but you had to wait patiently for him as he celebrated with the team and did his media and things like that.

It took him nearly an hour and a half to finally get home. He opens the door with a smile on his face and finds you immediately sitting on the couch watching tv.

He walks over to you, sitting down and brings you into a kiss. It started slowly at first but as time went on, he lifted you to his lap and they became heavier, tongues fighting with one another to win. His hands feel all around your body, touching your collarbone to your chest to your hips where they stayed.

You loved his lips and he loved yours. You'd often find yourselves in little makeouts no matter where you were in the house and it made you feel light with butterflies in your stomach.

You grind down on him, dry humping him to show him what you wanted from him. Omar pulls away from the kiss and begins to kiss your neck, hands rubbing your hips whilst you move them on his. You allow him to kiss your neck, marking it with love bites.

Your hands travel down his torso, then under his shirt to feel around his torso, he shivers slightly at your touch, which he had become accustomed to over the couple of years he'd been with you and he loved it. 

You move from his lap and onto the floor in front of him and now he knew what he was in for but he didn't want you getting bruised knees so he grabs a pillow and moves it under your knees and strokes your cheek. 

He stands up in front of you so your face was in front of his clothed cock which would change quickly as your hands moved up and and reached his waistband, slowly, teasingly pulling down his pants, removing them completely making him bare but with his boxers on. Your hand slides down his torso once again and you palm him.

Omar groans and shivers, he loved it, everything, every single little tingle he felt 10 times more because you made them. You lean forward and kiss his cock, letting his pre-cum stain through his boxers. It makes you giggle, knowing you had a grown man begging silently and wrapped around your pinky finger.

You couldn't let him suffer any longer so you rid him of his boxers letting his cock out before you take it in your hand giving languid strokes as you focus on his tip with your lips, sucking and licking on it before dribbling on it with your spit to take him deeper.

His hand gathers your hair and pushes it out of your face into a ponytail. You look up to him as Omar looks down at you and moves his hips closer. His leaking tip brushing against your lips before you lick them and open your mouth. 

You take a deep breath and take him down your throat to the hilt, you stay there for a second so your nose was almost touching his body. You breathe through your nose and close your watering eyes. Omar lets you get used to the feeling again because it had been quite some time since you deepthroated him.

You silently thank him and the gods above as he shallowly thrusts his hips back and forth, he didn’t want to go fast and harm you, he never wanted to harm you through sexual acts, it would make him feel guilty so he stuck with his thrusts as you bobbed your head in rhythm to match him.

His noises didn't go unnoticed as they bounced around the open plan of the house and it spurred you on even more, despite the wetness collecting in your underwear you continued to please your boyfriend, moving your head to just the tip as his movements slowed to a gradual halt.

You flicked your tongue over the tip multiple times, Omar’s toes were curling but you did not notice because you could tell he was pathetically close to cumming already. You wrap your hand around him once again moving with such vigor you could have sworn you heard him whimper your name and you loved being in control. 

You look up to him and remove your mouth to make him suffer with just your hand but he really couldn't care one single bit because it was still you bringing him to an orgasm and not a memory, picture or video of you and his hand or fleshight when he was away from you.

Omar opens his eyes and locks them in a heavy, hazy stare with your eyes making him look absolutely fuckable. ”I'm going to cum, beautiful,” he says out of breath, his chest heaving and begging for more oxygen intake than he was already receiving. You were grateful for the warning because you took him back down your throat again catching him by surprise as he splutters and his hips jump. 

You hold him sort of steady as you go at it again bringing him right to the edge bobbing your head at a fixed pace making him go crazy minded. You feel his cum go down your throat and you welcome it with no complaints because you have reached your goal. 

Omar tugged at your hair and moved his hips once more, riding out his orgasm. He looked a mess, his hair out of place, eyes closed and perspiration gathering on his forehead. His toned chest was heaving so you helped him by removing your hands from his hips and you rubbed it gently and took his now semi-hard cock from your mouth. 

”You okay my love? Was that okay for you? You ask and pull his boxers and pants back up. Omar’s grip loosens completely from your hair as he sits back down on the couch, he takes your hands and pulls you to sit on his lap. Omar brings you into a loving kiss,mumbling into it - ”It was amazing, you get better every time. Thank you” 

You pull back and rest your hands on his shoulders subconsciously rubbing them with your thumbs as you look at him with loving eyes. His post-orgasmic-bliss look was something you’d never get over and Omar was thankful you were there by his side forever.

[author-main]

Welcome back to Author Takes the Romance out of Wrightworth just to Put It Back Later. The reason why I do this is because, I'm a relatively newer fan, haven't been here for super long. And I wanna share my thoughts and opinions as a fan who got into the games because of nrmt/mtnr. I (personally) think a lot of the meaning in the characters' dialog gets kinda lost in fanon. So today, I will discuss how:

Phoenix becoming a lawyer for Miles isn't THAT extreme when you learn how easy it was to "change his life" to do it.

By that, I mean... it wasn't THAT big of a change.

Point One: Phoenix did not change his entire college course for Miles, nor did he need to.

I should start with: becoming a lawyer is no joke, no matter where you live. But since I'm American, we'll follow the localization.

In the U.S. you're required to obtain your Juris Doctor (J.D.) to take the bar exam. What you need to start working towards a J.D. is any bachelor's degree. Phoenix was 21 and still an art major (April 2014), even after knowing for up to over a year (February 2013) that Miles was a prosecutor. He is said to have taken law classes, that could mean three things

Law electives

Law minor

double major

Note: The double major is the least likely in canon, because if that was the case, his character profile in 3-1 would've mentioned it.

Given the timeline of events, I believe that Phoenix was already a graduating senior at by the time of 3-1. Not a super important thought, just a "he's pretty much ready to get into a grad program anyway" thing.

Point Two: Larry Butz is his other reason in becoming a lawyer.

And not so many people ship them now do they? Most people either see Larry as just a friend to Phoenix, or they outright forget him (which is why I have to point him out NOW). Phoenix knew Larry for his entire life, longer than he knew Edgeworth. And he's the reason they all became friends in the first place. But he's even more important than just being the reason he and Miles became friends.

Phoenix wanted to show his gratitude to Miles and Larry in the exact same way, by defending them in court. This isn't romantic, this is wholly platonic. This is his way of showing how much they actually meant to him, how much their friendship meant to them. He's trying to show them what exactly they've done for him. They changed him as a person. Showed him that he should follow his convictions and intuition, to believe in people and defend them especially when the rest of the world is against them.

Point Three: "I'm the only one who knows the real Edgeworth": You NEED to pay attention to the entire conversation to understand why he said this. (though I obviously can't share it all here, but here are the most important parts for this post)

Probably the most seemingly obsessive part this of is: "He's in pain… And no one's on his side. I'm the only one who knows the real Edgeworth. I'm the only one who can help him." But you really need to actually consider what he's saying here. Phoenix knows that the world is cruel and that mob mentality can form no matter the demographic. He knows that whether it's a class of elementary school kids, or full-grown adults in suits and ties; if the world thinks you did it, you're discouraged from defending yourself. If the world thinks you did it, you'll start believing it too. If the world tells you to apologize and take responsibility, you're going to do it, even if what they accuse you of isn't true. And Phoenix knows what it's like to not be able to defend himself. He knows that he needs to defend the seemingly indefensible. That's why he became a defense attorney. That's what the class trial taught him, what Miles and Larry taught him.

"I'm the only one who knows the real Edgeworth." -> "I'm the only one who knows what it's like to be in Edgeworth's shoes and I know for a fact that he's innocent. I know that no matter what happened in the past, that he doesn't deserve this."

Extra: The other reason why I decided to write this is because of Xitter lurking

This was all part of a conversation but I'm only sharing my own opinions

[marsphobic11]

Distorted Daydreams.

Chapter 1: House Warming

•Summary: After leaving behind the fame and chaos of her grunge band “Dirtspine” a recent college graduate moves back to her quiet hometown, Nockfell, seeking solitude. Settling into her new two-story house, she expects a peaceful, uneventful life-until she meets her peculiar next-door neighbors. Among them is Larry Johnson, an old childhood friend she never expected to see again, along with his unique roommates.. Todd Morrison, Neil Douglas, Ashley who was a fan from her training days, and the mysterious, masked, Sal Fisher. A story of drugs, new beginnings, and the unexpected bonds that form in an instant, but why?

•Warnings: None, No established relationship.

•Word Count: 877

•A/N: I hope this is a good intro. First three chapters are slow, but I have to introduce everyone so please bare with me!

I am a recent college graduate and used to be a part of a band called Dirtspine. Although I rose to fame in a grunge band, and touched the hearts of many people who felt just like me. The happiness faded and so did our spark, still I never would've thought we'd become disbanded, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't affect me positively. Due to the fame of the band and my newfound salary, I had no desire to stay in the spotlight, so I moved back to my hometown.

I now own a two-story, two-bedroom house in Nockfell, which I bought as soon as I had enough money for a down payment. From what I had seen so far, the neighbors seemed rather nice. In the house, next door lived three college boys—one with curly orange hair and glasses, another tall with a bit of a caffeine addiction, and a guy with long brown hair. Pretty peculiar neighbors, but so is everyone—so who am I to judge? However, the blue-haired guy that came to visit them stood out the most because there were so many unanswered questions. Was his hair naturally blue? Where was he from? Because he didn't seem to be local. And why did he wear that mask?

As I stared out the window, surrounded by brown cardboard boxes, I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts by a loud knock on the door and a faint voice complaining, "Why did you have to knock that loud?" Instantly, I ran to the door and opened it. Unfortunately, I was unaware of my horrible state—wearing black leggings, an oversized knit sweater that almost engulfed my figure, and horrible dark circles from staying up late setting up my drumset in my room.

The long-haired boy at the door held out his hand for a handshake, which I returned with my best fake smile.

"Hey, I'm Lar—"

He suddenly looked shocked, and so did I. As I gazed at him, recognition hit me like a wave. My childhood friend from years ago—the one I had grown up with when my parents could only afford the shitty apartments near my grandparents' house. It was Larry Johnson.

My eyes gleamed with happiness as I shook his hand again. "Larry! How have you been after all this time?"

His reaction mirrored mine as he grinned and said, "I've been awesome, dude! These are my roommates. I guess we're your new neighbors now." He then pointed to the house directly across the street.

I instantly responded, "Damn, what a coincidence that is..."

The blue-haired guy next to him seemed a bit concerned and asked, "Did we wake you up? You look tired."

Quickly, I replied, "Oh no! Just a late night with moving."

They weren't trying to invade my space, but the boxes stacked behind me looked as if they were ready to collapse. Noticing this, the ever-blunt Larry offered a hand to an old friend in obvious need.

"Man, that seems like a lot of boxes for one person..." He turned to his orange-haired friend, then looked back at me. "There are three strong men and a very smart, calculated fella who could help."

The blue-haired guy stepped in. "I'm sorry to butt into the conversation, but we wouldn't mind helping if you need it," he said, his eyes squinting in a way that indicated a smile.

"We can get to know each other better as well," the orange-haired man added with a friendly grin, while Larry nodded in agreement.

I hesitated for a moment, but it was a small town. If anything went wrong, I could run and get help pretty quickly. So, what was the harm?

"Sure thing, I'm (Y/N)."

They all smiled and introduced themselves as they stepped into the house. Their names were Todd Morrison, Neil Douglas, and Sal Fisher—all seniors in college, except for Larry, who "went wherever the wind took him," which currently meant working at a local guitar shop.

The time we spent unpacking was surprisingly enjoyable. It made me feel closer to them already. They seemed more like a family than just friends—more than I could say for myself.

By the time we finished, it was already dinner, and I still hadn't gone grocery shopping. But by some grace of fate, Todd suddenly spoke while placing a book on a shelf.

"I noticed you don't have any groceries, and it's getting dark. Would you like to eat at our house? We usually order pizza, but tonight I was planning on making some casserole."

I stood there blinking at the question. I had never really been invited somewhere just because someone genuinely wanted me there. Normally, it would be my sister's friends being forced to invite the sweet girl their parents felt sorry for.

Snapping back to reality, I quickly answered, "Yes, I'd love to come!"

And just like that, I found myself being led to the next-door house by four guys I had only just started speaking to.

[twopoppies]

I'd like to share my opinion in refrence to this ask and see what you think: I think the first thing to acknowledge is that Louis knows he played a role in creating this. He knows that in the past, he rebelled against his closet in the only ways he could—through coding, lyrics, even the bears. But he’s not that young, reckless version of himself anymore and he’s now trying to rein it in. Because while those signals may have been acts of defiance back then, they also helped create a situation that he now has to manage all the time for his own privacy.

And that’s where these more recent denials come in. If you actually look at what he’s saying, he’s not saying what people think he is. He’s not denying anything about Harry. He’s not saying he’s straight. He’s saying that this conversation has become too big, too invasive, too damaging at times.

"And occasionally, [these theories] end up addressing things that are a little unfair. This is what we have now. There’s nothing I can do about it."

This is what actually bothers him. Not people believing in Larry. Not people thinking he’s in love with Harry. But the way people go after his family, invade his privacy, and refuse to respect the reality he’s living in. Because whatever the truth of the situation may be, Freddie has been in his life for eight years. This is his reality for now. At this point, what else can he do but accept the situation and try to make the best of it? I think that’s really what it comes down to—boundaries. Not just for himself, but for the people around him who never asked to be part of this narrative. Because while there are plenty of fans who support him quietly and respectfully (like us staying over here on our little corner of Tumblr), there are also people who take it way too far—who harass his friends and family, invade privacy, and trample over boundaries in pursuit of proof.

And I think that’s who he’s really calling out when he speaks on this. Not the people who love and support him. Not even the ones who believe in Larry. But the ones who won’t accept that some things aren’t theirs to dig into. The ones who make his closet harder to live in. The ones who take what was once about love and turn it into a demand for answers he can’t give.

So, I think he uses these denials more to set boundaries. At the end of the day, I think his priority isn’t proving or disproving anything—it’s making life as livable as possible for himself and the people he loves (including Harry).

Hi, darling. I agree with all of this, with one small bit of nuance added.

The last denial was very different from all the others. With that, plus the documentary, I agree very much that he’s trying to set boundaries. And there are definitely larries who overstep, just as much as there are solos etc. who do.

The problem is that every denial he’s done previously has felt so targeted toward larries and “conspiracies,” that the immediate reaction from everyone is to attack us (and for us to feel defensive).

I think this new vibe is certainly a better approach. And, as I’ve been saying for a while (and in the post you link), I think he’d prefer fans who focus on his music, his fashion brand, and whatever other work he does, and stop focusing so much on his personal life.

They don’t need the same sort of support they once did. I do wish he’d just say that instead of leaving it up to everyone to read between the lines because most people are going to read it in a way that suits their own narrative.

I recognize it’s a very tricky thing to do. But fans could help if they’d pull back a bit. I know I’ve been trying to do that (it’s hard).

[sharkboywrites]

please, a sal fisher x autistic male reader

ur writing is so good and I wish I could write like you. lots of love! <3

Sal Fisher With an Autistic Male S/O

A/N: Yayyy writing for Sally Face I love this game sm, I'm considering replaying it (I need to but it on my switch tho). I just love this game and all of the characters, it holds my heart, so exited to write for it, Sorry it got a lil angsty at the end, but I guess we all know how the game ends :(

Male Reader, Autistic Reader

The two of you probably met through school

You were the 'weird" quiet kid, didn't talk a lot, needed some help in class, and all around didn't have many friends

It was the average school day, the average torture of high school, when Sal showed up

A new kid from New Jersey is what you overheard from all the other kids, but you figured with your luck a new student wouldn't take any type of interest in you

That was until you saw him

A shorter boy with blue hair and a prosthetic mask

He was in your geometry class, and since the rest of the desks and tables were filled up, except for yours because you wanted to sit by yourself and nobody else wanted to sit with you, he sat right next to you

Normally the popular groups of kids would beg the new student to sit with them, find some way to open up a seat, but not this time

But not with Sal, his prosthetic mask and rather cold and blunt demeanor putting everybody else off

Not you though, you knew what it was like to be different

You didn't mind his mask, or his personality, in fact you could relate to him, not that you started talking to him at first, you were still too scared

As the year went on, the two of you did start talking a little bit, chats about the lessons, how much you despised the teacher, and even giving each other the homework answers when you forgot to do it

You saw him in the hallways and on the way to lunch, hanging out with his friends like Larry and Ash, but you never joined them

You would probably sit with them at lunch, that is if you went to lunch

The cafeteria was way to loud, so you were able to sit in the counselors office for lunch instead

It was after Sal defended you from Travis that you actually started to become closer

The two of you talked more often, found you both have similar interests, and bonded on what made the both of you different from everybody else

You even started to get closer with his friend group and finally felt like you belonged there

It was in your junior year when the two of you got together, although you kept it under the radar for obvious reasons (Travis)

You'd spend days going over to the apartment, meeting his dad, listening to him play the guitar, petting Gizmo, playing video games, and doing the usual spooky apartment activities

You never really got into their shenanigans, sometimes Sal would tell you all about them and sometimes he would be more hesitant

But the whole bologna incident was hard to hide, good thing you never ate those sandwiches

It took a while before he took his mask off in front of you, but when he did he was a bit worried you'd leave him completely

It took a lot of reassuring and comforting that day, but he was more assured and felt a lot better, more comfortable around you

After high school you didn't live together, but you were still close

You'd come over to the boy's place as often as you could, to the point they joked that you lived there

Larry and Todd would poke fun of you and Sal about your relationship, but you would do the same to Todd and Neil

When Ash showed back up, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy with the time they were spending together, although you trust the both of them and would probably never admit it

Of course, with Sal doing his best to keep you out of the paranormal activity, you didn't know when things started to go down hill

When it came out about the murders, you were terrified

You testified up and down that Sal would never do such a thing, but the evidence was all there

Before he was gone, he told you that he had to do it, although you couldn't really understand what he was trying to say

And just like that, you were alone again, people constantly bugging you, trying to get information for whatever true crime podcast they were running, even though you tried to ignore it

Once again you were alone, constantly pointed and poked at, and now Sal wasn't here to comfort you

Uggh I hurt my own feelings at the end. I heard there's supposed to be a second game at some point, which I'm super exited for, ty for reading and have a nice day

[maras-mischief]

Untamable & Undeniable

*Inspired by Evie Hyde’s- Wild

I looked into her eyes and knew that I had created something untamable and undeniable. Already I’d witnessed her curb stomp Steph St. Pierre into the ground. The last anyone heard about her, she was still in Intensive Care. After that vicious assault, we went back to my place and had the most intense sex in the world. She blew me, sat on my face, sucked me hard again, and rode/edged me until I went insane. I woke up to find a cop in my apartment. He had come to arrest her for assault, but instead was letting her snort cocaine off of his hard cock. She ordered us to fuck her simultaneously. We left in his squad car while he was cuffed to the refrigerator with his baton stuck in his ass.

4 days ago…

The guys had Aaron pinned to the table in the quad. I laughed manically as I unstoppered the vial of noxious pink liquid.

“Sorry, Aaron, Sigma Tau is out of spots this year. Besides, why would we take a loser simp like you anyway? I do have a spot for an Alpha Bitch to be by my side. Open his mouth,” I ordered my frat brothers as I upended the Elixir into Aaron’s mouth.

“Tony, please,” was all Aaron could sputter out before the transformative Elixir filled his mouth.

“Plug his nose and close his mouth. I want him to drink all of it,” the guys obeyed and chuckled.

“Remember the last nerd we did this to, Man,” Kyle snickered.

“Yeah, Little Larry. Isn’t he an Elixir junkie now,” Barry replied.

“Yeah, he’s the homeless guy downtown that will suck your dick for a vial of Elixir,” Kyle laughed.

“How much Elixir have you supplied him with,” Barry joked.

“Fuck you, Man,” Kyle shoved Barry, “I ain’t no faggot.”

“Will the two of you goons shut the fuck up,” I yelled, “hold him down. The change is about to start.”

The guys and I watched in awe as the Elixir started working its magic on the helpless loser pinned to the table. It always made us hard to watch the transformation. She’ll probably beg us for a gangbang the moment she comes to. The hair is always the first to change. Aaron’s thin and prematurely balding head erupted in wave a luscious brunette locks. It fell around and framed his face as it to changed. The only sickening part of watching the change is the sounds. Hearing bones break and joints pop out of socket was a sickening sight and sound. Aaron’s face softened into a more feminine shape. His thin lips plumped up and took on a natural pink tint. We could see his body shrinking under his clothes. I wish we’d done this at the house then we could’ve stripped him down to see the real changes.

It was over in about 5 minutes. I muffled Aaron’s mouth as he began to moan orgasmically. The changes looked like they should hurt like hell, but it always seemed like the best orgasm ever. The changes were over and she stopped writhing on the table.

“Let her go,” I told the guys.

We all watched as she slowly came out of her Elixir induced euphoria. The most mesmerizing hazel eyes opened up and looked at each one of us. Weren’t Aaron’s eyes an ugly muddy brown? There was something about her, an air that clouded my mind as she looked at me. She sat up, her too baggy clothes draped on her delicate frame comically. She stood up on shaky legs for a minute then looked us all up and down. There was a predatory way she surveyed us. It gave me a chill as I felt her gaze focus on me. This wasn’t like Little Larry who sucked dick to become slutty Lacey.

Two things happened at once. One hand shot out, grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me into a vicious and devouring kiss. Her other hand shot out and grabbed Kyle by the balls. Her long manicured nails dug into his crotch like a taloned vice. Kyle let out a scream that frightened Barry so bad he tripped over his own feet and pissed himself. The entire time, she was kissing me so fiercely I felt my cock get so hard it hurt.

“Your place,” she broke the kiss and let go of Kyle’s balls.

“What,” I muttered, my head still swirling from the kiss.

“Your place and we fuck, or,” her hand darted to my balls and gave them a squeeze.

I looked at Kyle on the ground sobbing. I could see red stains circling his groin. She’d squeezed so hard, she punctured through his shorts and underwear. She reached into my pocket, which made me flinch, and pulled out the keys to my car.

“Let’s go,” she started walking to the campus parking lot and I followed.

That afternoon while she fucked me so hard my bed broke, Barry took Kyle to the ER for stitches. The sex was pure insanity and I dare not deny her anything. Not only from the threat of testicular violence, but she was absolutely hypnotizing. Anything she wanted, I did.

“How long does this shit last,” she asked after she’d made herself cum and squirt all over my face.

“About 48 hours,” I answered as I licked her off my lips.

“Where’s more,” she asked as she started to ransack my room.

“I don’t have anymore,” I said as I sat up in my broken bed, “I got it from Brian. He’s our drug hookup.”

“Is he a frat brother,” she asked as she pulled a pair of handcuffs out of my kink drawer.

“Yeah, he’s two rooms over,” I was about to get off the bed when she shoved me back down and handcuffed me to the headboard.

“No, I want you right here,” she smiled like a cat who ate the canary.

“I…who the fuck are you,” I blurted out as she started to leave the room.

“I’m Ana,” she blew me a kiss as she left me chained to my own bed.

I heard her tear through Brian’s room. I also heard Brian shout, “what the fuck!” Then there was silence for about 5 minutes. At least she wasn’t making him scream like Kyle. What I heard next was worse. I could hear Brian grunting like a bear in heat and I heard Ana moaning like a total slut being pile-driven against a wall. For 30 minutes I listened to the two of them fuck like animals. I was so hard and so jealous. When I heard Brian roar and Ana scream, I knew they were both cumming.

The whole thing has become a blur. At some point, she unlocked me and we fucked again. I woke up the next day to find an empty Elixir bottle on the floor and Ana tearing into what I called my trophy case. It was a collection of garments from all the girls I’d fucked. She put together a trashy ensemble, did a line of coke off my dresser (fucking Brian!), took a swig of tequila, and tossed my car keys at me.

“Get dressed. You’re taking me out,” Ana declared as she picked up my wallet off the floor, “this won’t cover it. Oh, well.”

She took the $500 out of my wallet and stuffed it in her bra. Won’t cover what? I was too terrified to ask. Ana was on enough Elixir to keep Aaron gone for probably 72 hours. What the hell was this crazy bitch capable of? She picked up my backpack as I got dressed as quickly as possible. I didn’t want to keep her waiting. She ordered me to drive her downtown. She harassed me for driving too slow, but said it gave her more time to suck my cock while I drove. I’ve never tried to drive while getting head from the sexiest and most psychotic woman in the world. I crashed almost four times and I side-swiped a parked car before I came in her mouth.

“Good, let’s have some real fun now,” she grinned at me as she wiped a dollop of cum off her lips.

Ana’s idea of real fun involves theft, burglary, high speed driving, fucking in public, getting into a bar fight at a biker bar, and stealing a motorcycle after driving my car into a lake. By the end three days, I was an accessory to multiple crimes and hopelessly addicted to Ana. I watched as others fell under her spell, too. It was like the Elixir gave Ana a power or aura that made her undeniable. She was fucking psychotic but she was undeniable.

Now…

“Ana, where the fuck are we going,” I hollered over the sound of the squad car siren as we barreled down the freeway.

“Mexico,” she laughed as she darted around a truck that hadn’t moved out of the way quick enough.

“Mexico, what the fuck is in Mexico,” I yelped as we barely missed a minivan at 130 mph.

“Brian said his guy gets the Elixir from a manufacturer in Mexico,” she let out a purr as she cupped my balls and took her eyes off the road, “you don’t want Aaron to come back, do you?”

“No, I…can you look at the road please,” I pleaded.

Ana laughed at swerved to avoid a school bus, “then it’s Mexico. You know how to use that?”

She nodded to the cop’s assault rifle in its harness on the dash.

“Yeah, why,” I looked at her beyond scared and aroused.

“Who says we’re paying for it,” Ana leaned out the window and howled with untamable glee.

This woman is going to be the death of me. So, it looks like we’re robbing a drug manufacturer in Mexico. God, help me.

[antiporn-activist]

Sometimes I write angry letters. Maybe once a year. They are usually pretty good. This one is from 2021 but I maybe forgot to post it here. I post it now to prove I can actually write something longer than a paragraph when I put my mind to it.

In reference to this podcast: https://www.thisamericanlife.org/740/transcript

I wrote this:

As a loyal listener of your podcast going back at least six years, I’ve never felt a need to email you, but then again, I’ve never heard such a crappy segment as you aired recently. In it, Lina Misitzis reports on Kara, a "sex worker" unhappy with the FOSTA-SESTA law passed by Congress.

Where to begin?

Firstly, your reporter uses the term "sex worker" throughout her piece without acknowledging the people in and out of the sex industry who refuse to use that term. Ireland's Rachel Moran, author of Paid For, uses the term "prostituted" to describe herself: "I wasn't a prostitute, I was prostituted...there's a very big, significant difference." England's Rebecca Mott agrees, submitting this testimony to Nordic Model Now:"I hate the term sex work. It is a lie. It is mental violence to those of us who have the reality of being prostituted inside every cell of our bodies. It is a language that erases male violence, erases how organized the sex trade is, and erases any access to human rights for the prostituted." Sarah Ditum, writing in the New Statesman, quotes Daisy, recruited into prostitution as a teenage runaway: “I would not use that phrase. No woman is a ‘sex worker’. It's not work, it's abuse." Does your reporter state her reasons for choosing the trendy term sex work over prostitution? She does not.

So we are introduced to Kara at age 17, "a runaway in Orlando working at a pizza place. She decided to try becoming a stripper, figuring it would be better money, but she really didn't know anything about it. She had no idea what she was doing." What were the realistic options for a teenage girl out on her own to support herself financially? What were the obstacles and barriers to her success? Why did she choose stripping over say, community college? What were the safety risks of being a runaway? Why did she run away in the first place? Your reporter doesn't say. Also, how does a 17-year-old get a job as a stripper? Isn’t that…illegal? It is, and this makes Kara a sex trafficking victim from the day she begins stripping. But your reporter doesn't mention that either.

Next, we hear about Kara being coerced into seven years of prostitution, coordinated by her violent pimp, Larry. Calling it “being raped all day,” Kara sees 3 to 6 clients daily for seven years. If you add it all up, that’s somewhere between 7,000 and 15,000 rapes by the time she’s 25. Seven years of complex, accumulated sexual trauma, added to the child sexual abuse that’s mentioned very briefly. Does Kara get any professional help with processing that, or is her trauma left unresolved? Your reporter doesn’t say, but Kara does, referring to “my lack of healing.”

When we pick up Kara’s story again, we learn she’s having trouble finding a “regular” job after escaping her traffickers, as potential employers doing background checks are finding her arrest records. She concludes, “So my next option was to do what I knew how to do.” Here’s an opportunity for your reporter to identify the true barrier to Kara being able to move on with her life - not that anti-trafficking bill she hates, but a shocking lack of services for a victim of sex trafficking, such as transitional housing, vocational counseling, trauma-focused counseling, or legal assistance to have her records expunged. Were any of these services ever offered to Kara? Why or why not? We don’t know, because your reporter doesn’t tell us.

But the very worst part of the segment is yet to come. When Kara does return to prostitution, it is framed as a choice: “At this point in her life, what Kara was doing was sex work, which means performing any sex act in exchange for money. Lots of things make it different from being trafficked, but the biggest one is Kara chose to do it. She wasn't being forced or coerced.”

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?

You want us to believe that a former teenage runaway, with no family support, no high school diploma, zero “real” job skills, an arrest record, years upon years of sexual trauma, who urgently needs to feed herself and cannot find a job…is exercising any kind of free will? Where is your critical analysis? Where is your compassion? Where is your common sense?

Something is a choice only when there is at least one other option to be had. What was her other option, starvation or starvation? Do you honestly believe a desperate young woman like Kara would freely choose continuing in prostitution if given a better option? We know she wouldn’t, given that she was TRYING TO FIND ANOTHER JOB.

Framing it as a free choice is irresponsible and makes your reporter seem dangerously naïve, or possibly desperate for woke points from the Portland camgirl contingent. Either way, it's pretty shameful.

In conclusion, this piece was a mess from start to finish, and I can’t believe it passed through your editing process.

Do better, Ira.

Love, Me

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

I’m an OG fan. I ship L/H but how ships are meant to be - your fave pairing, fun, fantasy, fandom activity, not something to discuss publicly much less with the celebs - but I never interacted much in fandom bc I disliked the bizarre obsession with ships being “real”. The “truth” of their sex/love lives is none of our business & was never their value to me. (i’d be much more interested in the truth about their friendships/coworker dynamics but we’ll never get it.) I drifted from the fandom when they went solo bc I saw how Harry was “Timberlake’ing”. No one seemed to see how calculated & ruthlessly ambitious he is, vapid, & fame obsessed. how he only befriends/dates rich, well-connected people. It’s refreshing to learn that blogs like yours exist - that people see him & see what he did to the other guys. Zayn, Louis, Liam - were all at times villainized and scapegoated while he’s treated like a naive princess who can do no wrong. His interviews are so pointless bc he never answers anything honestly. he’d never admit to being a cokehead who purposely deceived & fucked over the others to make sure he could launch his solo career without competition. Zayn tried to outmaneuver him but didn’t have the powerful team behind him & has too much integrity to ever be the kind of “star” Harry is. tbh I enjoy how much it irks harry that Zayn sees through him. It’s wild how sincere the others stayed, how they matured, how they have bigger priorities than money or fame. Harry mimicked Louis’ personality when they were younger, pretending he couldn’t wait to have kids & marry - when really he just wanted to be as rich, promiscuous, and famous as humanly possible. He bootlicks anyone in showbiz, so he has a glowing reputation in the industry - it’s laughable. “TPWK” unless it’s your bandmates who you can’t deign to acknowledge unless it benefits you - hosting SNL or winning an award? ok, mention the band so you get headlines. But like one of their promo posts or even follow them back on IG? heaven forbid, bc that won’t benefit him more than them. It shows his true character that he’s SO successful but still won’t be openly supportive or even seen with them. I don’t think he’s evil but I do think he’s lost to the industry… which is sad, bc there’s once a lot of sweetness there. His eyes have lost their sparkle; he traded it for “success”.

Hi anon,

I was reading this ask and nodding my head right along each sentence. A lot to unpack here, but mostly you’ve said everything I’ve tried to say. I’m not sure if anyone is listening, to be honest! Like you wrote, blogs who don’t worship Harry never become popular. So here I am talking to the air lol. Insanity.

I don’t think Harry is evil either. I think he realizes the trade-offs now, watching his ex-bandmates’ careers slowly build with intentions very different from his, their old ties fading to nothing except when tragedy yokes them back together. He has gazillions in wealth, industry kissing his feet, a lot of women (+ a few men) fantasizing about him, but nothing inside, the lights gone from his eyes years ago. It must feel awkward to stand next to his bandmates again?

Here’s the thing. I’m sure in every circumstance, forever for the foreseeable future, Louis is always going to be the bigger man and speak well of Harry. No matter how many times Louis refutes the idea of Larry, Louis has always said he’s proud of Harry, and I am sure he means it. 100%. No matter what Harry says or does, Louis considers him part of One Direction, his band, and that concept is sacrosanct to him. “We move as one.”

What Louis has in his heart is worth a million Manchester Co-ops. It is priceless. No one can take it away— no Kardashian money, no Rolling Stone cover, no Anna Wintour, no A-list actress or acting role. Nothing. What Louis has is the feeling of loyalty and unity that is the epitome of the song he wrote, Strong. “I don’t care, I’m not scared of love.” It’s not romantic love, at least not anymore, but what Louis describes in Only The Brave— the love that comes from the deepest pain, from uncomfortable truths, alienation, grief— broken beaks and dead birds— the love that requires moral courage. “Because love is only for the brave.” Louis earned it by going through fire, the love that endures because he chose to respect it, intentionally, over all the other things.

Last, Zayn’s intentionality is also transparent for those who open their eyes and see. I’m glad to see that Zayn is touring, and choosing to play the same smaller venues as Louis when he first started his tour. I’m also glad to see Louis communicating via social media. It’s not actual friendship, but a step! It means so much.

Louis and Zayn aren’t perfect people— far from it— but they chose to stay grounded and chose to preserve some part of their humanity. I know they haven’t always been their best selves. But who they are, especially who Louis is, is so endearing, and so inspiring.