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CHUBBY! READER X ALASTOR

I'm soooo sorry that I'm requesting something else this just came to me and I needed your storytelling expertise to bring it to life 😢

ALSO ALSO ALSO this one has a trigger warning so please read with the thought that YOURE PERFECT!!!😤(if you write it)

OTAY OTAY soooooooooooo reader has been apart of the hotel for awhile and has developed a crush on Alastor from afar and the small instances they do cross paths but hesitates to approach him on her own because well we're shy and HES THE RADIO DEMON anyway reader doesn't have to worry about distance between them because Alastor is AVOIDING HER ALL ON HIS OWN 😯 AND somehow reader gathers the courage to approach Alastor but sees his relationship with Rosie (they're besties, platonic soulmates definitely) and thinks 'wow, she's so beautiful and...thin' and proceeds to lock herself away from everyone (SOLITUDE) and skips meals (starving herself), Alastor is the first to notice shes missin and pulling away but doesn't know how to approach her without stumbling over his words (i like to think that hes a heartbreaker to other women like his fans but with someone that he likes with real feelings hes fumbling in the dark because he could get rejected instead, i will die on the hill) so so so he hesitates to ask reader whats wrong till he hears her throwing up or she says something awful about herself and Alastor gets angry on her behalf and reader goes silent, only for Alastor to take a breath and tell her that 'shes hurting herself, for a shallow reason such as looks', and reader goes 'i thought you liked to watch others downfalls' and then hes like 'not your downfall, never you' 😔 reader starts to cry and shouts "im not Rosie', confused Alastor finally starts putting the pieces together and grabs reader hands and sincerely says "good, i wouldn't rosie anyhow, or anyone else for that matter', reader continuing to cry tells him to stop lying that this joke isn't funny and Alastor kissies her hand as says "whos joking? I only want you, your perfect" then then then slowly Alastor starts to help reader look at themselves in a more positive light [[fit this in somewhere???????Alastor tells reader why hes so close to rosie (he's clueless about reciprocated love so he goes to Rosie because canon that she knows matters of the heart...right?)]]

A/N as always i am obsessed with your request. Also I 100% agree with the assessment of Alastor's ability to talk to people he actually likes. I am literally so obsessed with this request. Also I am assuming from your previous comments you wanted the same bunny demon character?? Please forgive me if I am wrong but I did it for her (because I love her dearly and she is based of meeeee and I'm egotisticalllllll). Kisses bestie <3 <3

Downfall (Alastor x Chubby!Bunny Demon!Reader)

Paring: Alastor x Reader

Word Count: 4,076 (I got a little carried away)

Warnings: BODY IMAGE ISSUES!!! EDS!!!! I think that's it but they're in all caps for a reason so if you have ED issues maybe don't read this one??? It is hurt//comfort tho so maybe do???? Idk. If you get triggered by ed descriptions, don't. If having a fictional character tell you you're perfect the way you are and beg you to stop destroying yourself because they can't bear to watch would help you, do.

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It had taken months. Months of wondering what he was like, of stolen glances, of furtive daydreams. Months of building up courage, of backing down, months of hoping and dreaming. It had taken endless encouragement from Angel, countless pages in her diary. It had taken a million deep breaths, ten thousand trembles of her hands. Months, it had taken months.

It wasn't like Y/n had never spoken to the man before. That wasn't really the issue. She wasn't scared of him, just scared. The simple idea of being alone with him was an intoxicating mixture of terror and utter bliss. Y/n didn't know how to handle it, she didn't know how to handle him.

Alastor was untouchable, nearly semi-divine in her eyes. Sure, he was fucked up, but they all were. At the end of the day, his facade was as easy to see through as a cheap paper crown from a Christmas cracker. Beneath the wide smile, the sharp teeth, the stories, Alastor was just a man. He cared deeply for the world around him, for the people around him and those in his life. No matter how hard he tried to disguise it, it always shone through to Y/n.

It wasn't like she had never spoken to Alastor before, she had just never spoken to him alone before. Every interaction they had ever had was as a part of the larger group of Hotel residents and staff. On the rare occasion they ran into one another in the hallway or happened to each be in the kitchen at the same time, Y/n froze up. Words turned to stones in her stomach and all she could ever seem to manage was a gentle nod, a shaky smile. It frustrated her to no end.

Finally, she had worked up the courage to talk to him. It was all Angel's idea really, she would never have had the thought to do such a thing on her own but his pushing had been relentless and at last, Y/n had agreed.

And it had taken months, months! This was her third attempt to go up to him. They had even lowered the stakes, Angel saying all she had to do was have a single normal conversation with the man and he would let her off the hook, stop his pestering and teasing. It was just her luck, really just her god damn luck.

Sir Pentious had informed Y/n that Alastor had left the hotel to see a friend, Charlie had given her the address of the cafe he had said he would be at should they need him. Everyone was all smiles, all encouragement. Y/n reminded herself to yell at Angel later for spilling her secret although, she guessed she shouldn't have expected anything else from the hotel's biggest gossip.

Putting on her favorite outfit, her hair all done up and makeup perfect, Y/n had slicked her ears flat against her head in determination and stepped out onto the streets of Pentagram City. It didn't take long for her to find the place, a sweet little cafe on the outskirts of Cannibal Town with white wrought iron chairs and a cheerful pink and purple sign. It hadn't taken her long to spot the bright red of Alastor's suit through the window either, standing out against all the muted purples and dark blacks of the other cannibals enjoying their meals within.

"It's fine. It's totally not weird that you're going up to him in a cafe he's having lunch in with a friend, that you.... oh my god Y/n!! He's gonna think you were stalking him! You should just go back and- no! You promised. Y/n, you can do this."

She took a deep breath, centering herself in that little core, that rod of who she was, that shot down the center of her being. Raising a closed fist to her chest, she shut her eyes.

"You can do this, Bunny." she reaffirmed, "You can do this."

Opening her eyes, she crossed the street. Her hand was inches away from the door's handle, her heart racing but set on what she was about to do, when Y/n noticed exactly who Alastor's 'friend' was.

Across the table from him, sipping delicately on a cup of tea, was the most beautiful demon Y/n thought she had ever laid eyes on. She had long, dainty fingers, thin and spidery, and the most perfectly proportioned body. She was tall, long legs sheltered by her skirt and a tiny waist that threw her hips and chest into contrast. The woman's hair was neat, tucked up beneath a wide brimmed hat. Her clothes were classy, her smile was bright and charming, the black holes of her eyes were... were... were everything. She was everything, everything Y/n wasn't.

Suddenly, the weight of her own body against her bones became all too real. She felt the urge to never be touched again, the same strange sickness of her youth sinking its teeth into the softness of her stomach, her thighs, her arms, all of her. Her hand lowered from the handle, Alastor laughing at something the woman had said to him. He seemed relaxed, more at peace than Y/n had ever seen the man before. If that wasn't love, she didn't know what was.

It took a second for the other residents of the Hazbin Hotel to realize the change. Y/n was good at this, she'd had practice. For years, she had worked to move past it all but the threat of a relapse had always hung over her head. It was her sword of Damocles, her fated demise.

Y/n retreated in to herself, she couldn't get the image of that woman out of her head. Poised, statuesque, thin. God, Y/n had never wanted anything more than she wanted to be thin. She wanted to rip fistfuls of flesh from her body, she wanted to wither away so only something beautiful remained.

Alastor was the first to notice. He had a soft spot for the rabbit demon who always seemed to be full of that soft, discrete joy and unending kindness. She was a more toned down version of Charlie. She was genuine and completely herself, no holds bared. She had such a hope, she had such a goodness, it made him wonder why she hadn't ended up in Heaven instead.

The truth was, behind the bravado and the grin, Alastor was scared of Y/n. He was scared he would touch her and she would rot away or worse, that she would run. She was just so good, so intrinsically wondrous, and he was the opposite. She was a fresh rose and he was the person coming haplessly along with a pair of gardening shears. She was radiant, she was carved fresh from marble, he was down bad.

Women had never been a priority or a problem for Alastor. Living and dead, they flocked to him. He knew his reputation was to blame, not to mention his looks. They could be fun for a while. Alastor saw charming them as a game, a good way to pass the time. This was different, Y/n was different. Alastor didn't know what to do so, he did nothing. He avoided her like the plague and when he couldn't, he practically ignored her, barley spared her a word.

Alastor was untethered, completely in the dark and so, he did what everyone does when they feel like that: he went to talk to his best friend. When he had gotten back to the hotel after his rather illuminating little chat with Rosie, Charlie had asked him if he had seen Y/n. It felt like divine chance, a cruel joke of fate, that the demon Princess would bring up the very source of his problems so soon after having at last pushed past his pride to ask for help.

When he had revealed the truth to the gang, that no, he had not in fact seen Y/n, they seemed deflated. There had been some sighs, some shrugs, shared glances he didn't understand and then everything had gone back to normal except, it wasn't quite normal.

Where Y/n could normally be found causing trouble, making mischief with the people who had so quickly become her friends since she had started her stay at the hotel out in the open, there was now a distinct lack of her jovial presence. She began taking her plates to her room at meals, showing up to group activities less and less, claiming she was tired or had a stomach ache. Alastor noticed every time he did manage to catch a glimpse of the marvelous and strange creature who had captured his affections so, she seemed utterly exhausted. Y/n was always bundled up, even on the warmest of days.

He wanted to go talk to her, wanted to ask her if she was okay. Alastor was worried -- genuinely worried -- about her. The only thing that stopped him from knocking every time he passed her perpetually closed door, was that he knew himself too well. He knew that the minute he entered, he'd lose his courage, that the words would become mush in his mouth.

It was pure chance, right place wrong time, that he heard it. Alastor had been following his normal routine, heading up to his radio tower for a broadcast after a group activity. Today had been Operation Navigation! As Charlie had dubbed it. She and Vaggie had built an obstacle course and everyone had a partner who was blindfolded and had to be guided through. When they got to the other end, the pairs had switched. Miraculously, Y/n had shown up to this event.

Alastor had watched her carefully, noting her sluggish movements and the way it took her a second to fully register what anyone was saying in a given moment. It was out of the ordinary and his worry only grew. He knew he was going to have to do something about it eventually but just didn't know how. Maybe it would require another visit to Rosie.

As he walked past the lobby bathroom, Alastor was pulled from his thoughts. The door was slightly ajar, sending shards of light out into the darkened hallway.

"Why isn't it working!"

Came the hushed yell of defeat. It was Y/n's voice, he'd know it anywhere. Alastor stopped walking.

"Why do I have to be..."

There was a sniff, the sound of something hitting the wall. Alastor realized it had been Y/n at the sound of fabric against the wallpaper. He could see her in his minds eye as she slid down the wall, pulling her knees into her chest.

"Why can't I just be skinny."

Y/n's words were muffled, soft and shaky.

"Why can't I just be pretty. Why do I have to be... to be..." her words were briefly broken by a sob, "why can't I just be good. I can't even fucking starve myself right. I wish..."

Alastor's body reacted before his mind could catch up, he knocked gently on the door. There was a little yelp of surprise from within, a few sniffs and some rustling fabric.

"Yeah?"

Y/n's voice trembled as she tried to keep the tears at bay.

"May I come in?"

Alastor heard the sharp intake of breath. It was too late to back down now. The silence was thick between them, it felt eternal.

"Okay." Y/n agreed at last, her voice small, and Alastor stepped into the room.

It was exactly how he had imagined it. Y/n was huddled on the floor next to the door, her knees tucked up under her chin and her arms holding her shins tightly. Alastor noticed that the thick, woolen sweater she had been wearing earlier had been tossed to the side, laying haphazardly beside the sink. Y/n sniffed again, trying to smile.

"Everything okay?" she asked and Alastor fixed his eyes back on her.

Y/n's eyes were rimmed with red. Her ears lay limply around her face which was stained with tears. Her skin was covered in goosebumps, she shivered.

"No. It's not."

She seemed a bit taken aback by his answer, not having grasped the reality of the cracked door earlier.

"I don't... what's wrong?"

"You are starving yourself." Alastor replied in a matter-of-fact voice.

Y/n's eyes went wide.

"Fuck... I... fuck!" she buried her face in her knees, "You weren't supposed to hear that."

"Are you trying to die!?" Alastor asked,

He didn't mean to yell, he didn't mean to be this angry. Everything he said seemed to send shockwaves of regret through his body. No matter what he did, he couldn't seem to stop himself.

"Are you... I just... are you stupid?!"

Y/n looked up at him again, her eyes wet with fresh tears.

"I-"

"You what." Alastor scoffed, "You want to be pretty?"

"I..."

"You want to be pretty so you lock yourself away? You make your friends watch as you... as you what, as you get thin? As you destroy yourself?"

She was crying now, truly crying. Alastor looked away, a hand to his head. He took a deep breath, everything was going wrong. When he looked at her again, her cheeks were flushed from a mixture of shame and hurt.

"I just..." he took another deep breath, sinking to his knees before her, "Why would you hurt yourself so badly for something as.. as shallow as your looks?"

Y/n sniffled, frantically trying to wipe away her tears.

"What, I thought you liked to watch other people's downfalls." she tried to shoot back at him but her words came out stuttering and broken through the thickly falling tears.

Y/n refused to meet Alastor's gaze. Everything was going wrong. She was horribly embarrassed, she felt like a butterfly and Alastor was the terror who had opened her chrysalis too soon. He wasn't supposed to see her like this, he wasn't supposed to see her now. He was only supposed to get the after. It was all for him, after all, wasn't it?

Except, Y/n knew the truth of the matter. Alastor had been the trigger but, these behaviors were too well engrained. She might not have known it then, but she'd been looking for an excuse all along. It was all for her, every inch of agony.

His heart dropped at her words. Was that what Y/n truly thought of him? It would make sense, it was the face he presented to the world after all. He had just thought... he had hoped... Rosie had said....

Rosie. That was the answer. She had told him to be honest, to be vulnerable no matter how terrifying such a prospect could be. She had said it was the only way they ever had the slightest chance.

Alastor reached a hand out gently, turning Y/n to look at him. Her skin was soft to the touch, the beating of her blood thrumming against his fingertips. With the utmost care he could muster in his clawed and rotten hands, Alastor wiped her tears away. He couldn't meet Y/n's eyes but heard her sniffle, watched as the flow of sorrow slowed.

"Not your downfall." he said, his words like quiet feathers falling through the air, "Never your downfall."

At last he met her trembling gaze, fear coursing hotly through him, mingling with his blood. She took a few short, stuttering breaths before bursting into tears once again. Alastor flinched slightly as her head fell forward onto his shoulder.

"But I'm not that woman!"

"Woman... what woman?"

"The one you were with at the cafe!"

"The one... Rosie?"

Y/n nodded, sniffiling slightly as she tried to calm herself down.

"You saw me with Rosie? How?"

"I went... I'd been working up all this courage and... I just wanted to talk to you and Charlie and Pen said you'd be there and... and... and I'm not Rosie!"

Suddenly, everything clicked into place. He had been right all along, Rosie was the answer. With the air of someone who hadn't had much physical affection given to them in their life, or received any for that matter, Alastor slowly wrapped his hands around Y/n's shaking back.

"Good."

"What do you mean 'good'? She's so beautiful and she made you laugh and she's just... she's so beautiful and thin!"

"She is beautiful, and a lovely woman but, I don't want Rosie. Or anyone else for that matter."

Y/n's sobs redoubled, she began to struggle against his grip.

"Let me go! Stop lying, Alastor."

Alastor released Y/n from his grasp and she pushed herself back against the wall, utterly mortified and unable to stop. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking away.

"Stop joking, it's... it's not funny."

"Who is joking? I..." Alastor took a deep breath.

Rosie had been right, it was terrifying. He hope she was right on the second part too, that it would be worth it.

"Y/n, have you seen yourself?"

"Yes! Why the fuck do you think I want to be anything else?!"

Alastor got to his feet, holding a hand out to Y/n.

"Come with me."

"No." she mumbled, scooting further away from him if it was possible.

Under another circumstance, he would have chuckled lightly, he would have found her reaction adorable. This was neither the time nor the place and so, summoning his shadows, he transported them both into the darkness of his room.

Y/n looked around, pulling herself to her feet.

"Where... where are we?"

"My room." Alastor sat down on the edge of his bed, "Come here."

Hesitantly, Y/n took a few steps forwards. Once she was in reach, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his lap. The feeling sent sparks through his body, Alastor tried his best to ignore it. There were more important things than the pleasure of the moment. Y/n struggled against his grasp, the tips of her ears dragging slightly across his arms.

"Alastor! Let me go! I'm too heavy!"

"No, you're quite perfect actually."

"I don't want to be touched! I don't want you to... you're making me want to tear my skin off, please."

"No." his voice was firm.

"Please, just please let go of my waist at least."

To this, he relented, one of his arms falling loosely onto her lap as he held the other up, snapping his fingers. Shadow's flooded into the room, bringing with them a full length mirror. He felt Y/n tense in his grasp.

They came to a stop, setting the mirror on the ground before them. Y/n turned her head away, her eyes shut tight.

"Please stop, Alastor. This really isn't funny."

"Y/n."

"No."

"Y/n."

"No!"

Y/n, please."

She had never heard him say the word before. Slowly, she opened her eyes, craning her neck to look up at Alastor.

"I want you to see what I see when I look at you."

"You promise you wont be mean?" Y/n asked suspiciously after a moment.

"I pinky promise."

He had seen her do this before, with other residents of the hotel. A simple locking of pinky's was all it ever took to make a promise, to assuage her doubts, to show she cared. Y/n's eyes widened slightly. Slowly, she reached her hand out, locking her pinky with his. They shook their hands once, the way Alastor had seen her do it a thousand times before.

"Wait." Y/n said as he made to move his hand away, looking away bashfully, her cheeks a bright pink and her voice quiet, "Don't let go."

"Okay."

Taking a deep breath, she turned to the mirror. It was terrible, she felt bile rise in her throat.

"Y/n, you are so... every inch of you is perfect." Alastor took a deep breath, the way his voice trembled not escaping Y/n's notice, "You have... amazing legs. I know everyone's all obsessed with Angel's but, he has nothing on you walking around on those sticks. You're... you're all soft curves and lace. If you were made of anything, you would be satin. You are a nymph rising from the lakes, a wild maenad in the woods. Your eyes shine like true stars, not what we have here. Did you know rabbits were always my favorite animal?"

Y/n giggled slightly, her tearstained cheeks flushed pink.

"Well they were. They still are. Your ears are just to die for, dearest."

He felt her ears twitch slightly against his back at the comment and Y/n watched through the mirror as his smile softened at it's harsh edges.

"Your grace is what the Greeks wrote about. You... Y/n, the first time I set eyes on you, I felt like I was drowning." Alastor looked away, unable to meet her eyes even through the glass, "Like you were a siren and I was nothing more than a hapless sailor at your mercy."

"But you never talk to me."

"You never talk to me!"

Y/n laughed again, smiling a gummy smile.

"I don't have to talk to you to see who you are, Y/n." Alastor continued, his hand that was in her lap turning so his palm rested gently on her thigh, "You light up any room you're in. You are charming and clever and constantly on the look out for places you can instill your special breed of controlled chaos."

Trembling, he shifted his hand in Y/n's so he held hers, raising it to his mouth. The heat of his breath on her skin drove Y/n wild, her breath hitched.

"I am glad you're not Rosie, I don't want Rosie. I don't want anyone else except for you."

Alastor planted a soft kiss on the back of her hand and Y/n's smile only grew, her tears long forgotten now as she watched Alastor's reflection.

"You are perfect. Please, don't change yourself, don't hurt yourself, trying to be something else. I'd miss you."

Slowly, he let their still clasped hands fall into Y/n's lap.

"Do you see now?"

Y/n turned back to the mirror, her head tilted slightly to one side as she hummed in consideration.

"No." she admitted, "But I think I might be able to start."

"One step at a time." Alastor rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand in comforting circles, "I'll be with you the whole way, if you'll have me."

He held his breath, waiting for her reply. Y/n met his eyes through the mirror, her brow furrowed.

"That depends."

"On what?"

"Who is Rosie?"

Alastor could have laughed, he nearly did.

"She is a very old and dear friend. I was going to her for advice, that day."

"You? Needing advice?" Y/n paused before shaking her head, "Nah, I don't see it."

She laughed lightly at her own joke and Alastor smiled softly back at her.

"It was advice about you, actually."

Y/n turned herself in his lap, looking up at him with her legs on either side of his own.

"About me?"

"Y-yes."

He cursed himself internally. Alastor hadn't meant to stutter, she just looked too lovely sitting there and looking up at him with her pretty pink lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed.

"Well?" she asked expectantly.

"I..." Alastor felt the heat rising in his own cheeks and looked away, "well, I didn't know how to approach you."

"Wait, you were avoiding me this whole time?" Y/n laughed and Alastor nodded, "I thought I was avoiding you!"

"Wait, you were avoiding me?"

His gaze snapped back to hers and she laughed again.

"Yes! I was terrified to speak to you! You're so cool and hot and just... I'm not good at things like this!"

"You think I'm hot?"

"Is that all you got out of what I said?"

"Maybe."

They both laughed this time. Alastor's chest felt lighter than it hand in years.

"So," he began once they had both calmed down, "is that a yes?"

"To what?"

"To letting me... be... with you."

Y/n smiled, reaching a hand up to his cheek.

"That's a 'will you be with me?' I think actually."

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A/N Y'all, there were one or two times I almost wrote my name while doing this one. I've been writing x reader fics for eight years, this never happens to me anymore. I think I related a little too hard. I am x reader fic writing too close to the sun.

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Thank you so much @inthedayswhenlandswerefew for always being willing to take time out of your day and allow me the chance to fangirl over another brilliantly written story. I don't think I can even properly express how grateful I am to relive this literary trauma you have blessed our eyeballs with. Just... thank you. 🦀

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Name: inthedayswhenlandswerefew

Story: When The World Is Crashing Down

Paring: Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Warnings: Language, warfare, violence, serious injury, alcoholism/addiction, references to sexual content (18+), be mindful of chapter warnings!

Where did the idea for When The World Is Crashing Down come from?

For a long time (since last spring, at least), I’ve had kind of a vague inspiration for a story that would take place between Rook’s Rest and the end of the war, essentially chronicling all the destruction that the Greens endure and how Aegon would cope with it. I had a sense that there could be a deeply honorable, romantic story somewhere in the midst of all the large-scale horror.

Then—around the time I was finishing Comet Donati at the end of the summer—one day I had a vivid scene pop into my mind, and true to my usual writing modus operandi, it was at the end of the story: a woman who is just emotionally demolished, crossing a field as sparse snowflakes begin falling to meet her supposed rescuer, Cregan Stark. He thinks it’s this wonderful reunion, while she feels like it’s the end of the world. Once I saw that scene, I knew I’d have to write this series immediately. It just possessed me!

For the first month I was working on WTWICD, I listened almost exclusively to Fall Out Boy’s second album, From Under The Cork Tree. The songs are absolutely riddled with anxiety, self-loathing, violence, desolation, pride, lust, and defiance in the face of defeat. That album helped shape the general tone of the series and, of course, gave it its title as well.

You have notoriously stated before that the vivid scene for inspires an entire story. What are your next steps? What were the pivotal moments that had to happen in WTWICD?

So once that first scene occurs to me, I know I have a week or two of really powerful momentum in terms of figuring out the major arc of the story, so I take advantage of that and get right to work making a chapter list and brief character notes. I knew that the series was a bit like a circle in that it would start the same way it ended: ashes would be falling instead of snow, Aemond would be taking her captive instead of Cregan, and Angel would be mistaken for a Green instead of being wrongly assumed to be a Black. I also knew that I wanted WTWICD to (generally) follow the same canon events as Fire & Blood, so I matched each chapter to the actual events from the war, and then had another bullet point beneath with a description of what would be happening with Angel, Aegon, and the other characters that are the heart of this story.

In those first few weeks, I’ll hear a lot of random snippets of dialogue that I swiftly jot down in my Word Doc under the heading of whichever chapter I feel it will likely end up in. One of the very first quotes for this series was Aegon’s greeting to Angel in Chapter 1: “Hello angel, welcome to the end of the world.” These quotes help flesh out the story and transform requisite general events, like Angel meeting Aegon when he is near death after Rook’s Rest, into specific scenes. And then for any necessary detail that I don’t have an instinctive answer for, I start researching.

For example, here’s how I determined that Angel was a Celtigar. I did some Fire & Blood research to see which Westerosi families were allied with the Blacks vs. the Greens. I knew I needed a family that started out on the Blacks’ side and stayed there, and also wasn’t already decimated by the time Rook’s Rest happened, so that narrowed it down somewhat. I had felt that the vibes of the fic were oceanic, yet bleak—grey mist, rocky cliffs, rough waves—so I was leaning towards Angel being from the Crownlands. I stumbled upon the Celtigar family (having never heard of them before to my recollection) and was so excited! Firstly, I loved that Angel would be Valyrian, though not in an obvious way; the Celtigars, after being shunned by the Targaryens and Velaryons, intermarried with non-Valyrian houses until their features weren’t so distinct. Secondly, the crab metaphor was perfect. I had already known that the theme of perpetual resurrection—rebirth/reinvention that is repeated, though not necessarily leaving the person better off—would be present in this story, and crabs molting was symbolic of that. (Also, I’m from Maryland originally, so I appreciate crabs more than your average person, haha.)

Then for Angel’s faux family (Thorne), I knew I needed a Crownlands house that was loyal to the Greens throughout the war, which narrowed the options down considerably. I wanted a Crownlands house because I thought Angel, as a very academically smart person, would be savvy enough to know that another Crownlands family would share her accent/appearance/general knowledge more than someone from the Reach or the Riverlands, thus making her lies less likely to be detected. I also loved that Thorne (as in rose thorns) could be a subtle nod to a previous series of mine that was a Wars of the Roses AU: Now I’m Covered In You.

Tell me about your Aegon interpretation. Why is he the way he is in When The World Is Crashing Down?

Aegon is someone who has already gone through a number of transformations before Angel ever meets him. He is an innocent child, an unloved and mistreated adolescent, a man who succumbs to his worst vices, and then an aspiring hero who is trying his absolute hardest to live up to being king after his coronation. When he is wounded so horrible and painfully at Rook's Rest, Aegon is at the point where he's just ready for his suffering to be over. He got a brief taste of greatness and then was knocked back down to being useless and in agony all over again; he's accepted that his story is over.

Angel saves Aegon’s life literally, but she also gives him an opportunity to be honorable in a way that he hasn’t fully been able to before. She never knew him before his maiming, so she has no memories of his drunkenness, whoring, or any other sins. She is kind and gentle, and she sees Aegon as someone desirable and brave, particularly when she gives him (unintentionally) the opportunity to be her rescuer: from the brothel, from Cregan Stark, and from the world itself. Once they’ve met, Aegon is motivated by Angel—and the future they hope to have together—to be the greatest version of himself yet: someone who can both give and accept love in its purest form.

It is Aegon's love for Angel that compels him to fight to stay alive even under the most dire circumstances and when hope seems irrational. He's not doing it for himself; he's doing it for her.

What about Aemond? How is his relationship with Aegon?

Oh Aemond. The duality of man. Throughout this series, we see evidence that Aemond has all sorts of negative feelings towards Aegon. He feels that Aegon is physically weak, intellectually unimpressive, morally corrupted, and just generally unworthy of being king. However, at the same time, Aemond loves Aegon and is entirely loyal to him. Aemond borrows the crown when Aegon is unable to rule, but he never tries to take it. Aemond will flirt with and proposition Angel, but he never tries to get her to actually leave Aegon. And each time Aegon is wounded, we see that Aemond not only cares for him physically, but tries to uplift his spirits and carry out his wishes. We see Aemond hunting for a healer and then helping to clean Aegon’s wounds at Rook’s Rest. We also see him comforting Angel and stopping her from treating Aegon’s bleeding, shattered legs on Dragonstone (which is what Aegon begs for him to do in High Valyrian). Finally, we see Aemond’s repeated denial that Aegon might not survive the war. Daeron, Larys, and Autumn are all pragmatic enough to discuss it, but Aemond isn’t. His love for Aegon is too great.

Aemond’s interest in Angel is 50% ego-driven. He knows that she prefers Aegon to him, but if he can win her affection, he scores a figurative victory over his elder brother and gets to feel worthy/superior. This impulse (which isn’t necessarily something Aemond is consciously aware of) only intensifies once he learns that Angel is a Celtigar and therefore of Valyrian ancestry. But that means that his obsession with her is also 50% inspired by her intellect, skill, courage, and dedication to Aegon, all things that Aemond highly values. Angel never has any romantic feelings for Aemond, although he does increasingly become a source of strength, guidance, and comfort for her as Aegon’s health deteriorates. But he is definitely a little in love with her, even if that emotion is in large part merely a manifestation of his own inferiority complex.

What characters in your story that you enjoy writing?

Aemond “There are other Targaryens” Targaryen was definitely my favorite character to write in this series. He is a menace!! But a menace who is also loyal, clever, vulnerable, capable, flawed, and—it must be said—very, very nice to look at.

I really enjoyed writing Daeron too, who I envision as similar to who Aegon would have grown up to be had he not been beaten down by so much emotional and physical trauma. Daeron’s a ray of sunshine who is also an unrepentant war criminal, energetic and arrogant and a diehard warrior for his family. He jokes around with Aegon, but strategizes (or at least attempts to) with Aemond, recognizing the role that each brother plays in the family.

Finally, I loved Autumn! She was essential to Angel’s survival—street smart instead of book smart, experienced instead of sheltered and naïve—and while Autumn’s arc is tragic in some ways, she gets one of the happiest endings in the series.

Was Angel ever relieved of her guilt of what she did for Aegon?

Oh no, Angel felt horribly guilty for betraying Aegon, and I don't think she gets over that in her lifetime.

Aegon is definitely aware of Aemond’s interest in Angel, but isn’t especially concerned about it. He’s used to Aemond coveting the things he’s been given and feels that the Aemond-Angel dynamic is just the latest iteration of that lifelong pattern. Aegon relies upon Aemond both emotionally and physically—all the Greens do, as he and Vhagar are the muscle behind their war effort—and ultimately trusts him to do the right thing. Aegon doesn’t suspect that Angel would ever consent to being more than tentative allies with Aemond; it’s not even on his radar.

She acted impulsively in a moment of great emotional turmoil and misdirected desperation to help the Greens win the war and, in my mind, Aemond bears the responsibility of manipulating her into making that decision. (Even ghost Aemond alludes to regretting how he handled that situation in Chapter 12!) But Angel personally feels that she was disloyal to the love of her life, and wasted time that she should rightfully have spent with Aegon doing something that would have hurt him instead.

And she never gets to confess to Aegon, so she never gets the absolution of his forgiveness (which he undoubtedly would have given, under the circumstances).

What inspired Angel?

I love writing “readers” from all sorts of backgrounds and perspectives; we’re all unique people, and “readers” should be too!

Angel is the archetypal poor little rich girl. She has material comforts, but is ultimately ill-suited and dissatisfied with life as a noblewoman. She floats around aimlessly with nothing to look forward to (except her eventual marriage to a stranger, of course) until her brother Everett is nearly killed in a fire when she’s fifteen years old. Healing gives Angel a hobby, a purpose, and a sense of agency (indeed, the power to save or end lives) in a world where she has vanishingly little control over her own fate.

At the beginning of the series, Angel has a profound fear of sexual intimacy. I think this is something that would have been very real to women in a situation like hers, but isn’t often spoken or written about. She doesn’t have much knowledge of how sex works, and what she does know is pretty discouraging: women who are resigned, at best, or tortured at worst, with blood stains on sheets, death or disfigurement in childbirth, and being physically completely at the mercy of an older, larger man who you didn’t choose for yourself. It’s the stuff of nightmares! I once stumbled upon a Reddit threat of people sharing stories of their 90-year-old grandmas not knowing what an orgasm is, and it just completely broke my heart. I wanted to give voice to all the girls and women throughout history who have been robbed of agency over their own bodies and pleasure in sex.

Angel’s journey is a circle: she begins fearful, then becomes intrigued as her feelings for Aegon grow and she realizes she trusts him. (I think it’s significant that the two men Angel loves most, Aegon and Everett, are both disabled and therefore physically not as threatening to her.) She gets to experience informed, enthusiastic consent and pleasure, and then that joy is slowly taken from her as Aegon grows weaker.

And at the end of the story, Angel is back to where she started: forced to give herself to a man she didn’t choose—and he can have her whenever, however, and wherever he wants her—and without expectations of pleasure, only pain and resignation.

Do you feel Angel and Aegon complement one another?

Angel compliments Aegon because she is both clever and resilient enough to heal his body, but also provides him with opportunities to be a hero and prove his worth, not to her but to himself. She needs him to save her from danger, she looks to him for reassurance when she is fearful, and she relies upon him to be king when the war is over and therefore ensure their happy future together. She is, to Aegon, the perfect balance of strength and weakness.

What Angel gains from the relationship is someone who she actually admires and desires, but also someone who values her for who she really is. Aegon likes Angel regardless of who her family is and what her political affiliations might once have been; he does not care about heirs, bloodlines, prestige, obedience, or power. With Aegon, Angel knows that her own desires and feelings will always be first and foremost. That’s a rare thing to find in a Westerosi marriage.

Was there any contentment with her marriage to Cregan Stark?

I don’t feel that Angel ever found anything like happiness in the North. Several readers commented that they believed she was only existing with Cregan for the rest of her earthly days, not truly living, and I think that’s accurate. Cregan Stark never questions the narrative that he saved her from the immoral, violent, rapist Usurper, and in Winterfell Angel would have had to hear—from servants, from guards, from her husband, from her children once they were old enough to know the story—comments about how horrible Aegon was an how honorable Cregan was for ensuring his defeat and “rescuing” Angel. So her loss (and the fact that it’s this indescribably heavy secret she has to carry around with her) is a wound that is ripped open again and again and again. She can never develop a sense of fondness for Cregan, because she can never forget his hatred for and his role in killing the man she loved. She can never truly get joy from her children because they are just like Cregan: large, loud, rugged, dark-haired wolf pups who repeat the fictions they’ve always been told were truths. It’s a very hollow, soulless existence for Angel.

But of course the bright side is that because she remains alive and has some influence over Cregan’s political decisions: Angel is able to protect Jaehaera, Autumn, and other Greens after their faction’s defeat. She is also able to share the true legacy of the Greens with Jaehaera once Aegon’s daughter is older. Jaehaera otherwise wouldn’t really understand their true motivations, personalities, or gifts, nor the love they shared for each other; she was a child when most of the Greens died, and Autumn would not have felt comfortable sharing what little she knew at risk of endangering her ability to stay at court with Jaehaera. We can assume that Angel was eventually reunited with Aegon (and her other lost loved ones) in the afterlife, and so there is some happiness in the long run.

Angel definitely showed some magic in her Valyrian blood: we saw her dreams with Aemond, Helaena, and Daeron, but when Aegon told her, “If there’s anything interesting on the other side, I’ll find a way to let you know," was this what you were referring to at the end with, "…dreams that you never want to wake up from."

Yes! That is exactly what I was referencing, and I was thrilled that so many readers picked up on it. 🥰 It’s the closest we get to a “happily ever after” in this fic.

Celtigars are the black sheep of the Westerosi Valyrians. They’re glorified pirates as opposed to royalty or well-regarded merchants, and they aren’t nearly as magical at Targaryens or Velaryons. In the ASOIAF canon, there are no references to a Celtigar ever riding a dragon or joining the Targaryen bloodline. Angel was never going to be a dragonrider (she hates them!). But Angel does have some very subtle magical abilities that show up occasionally, and the dreams are one of them. After the events of WTWICD, for the rest of Angel’s life she is really only a shell of herself (not me making crab puns!), but dreams of Aegon give her comfort and remind her of the promise that she will see the people she loves again one day.

In Angel’s dreams, the ghosts appear in settings that they were attached to in life. Helaena was in the gardens with her insects, Aemond was in the rookery hard at work writing his letters, and Daeron (the closest thing this family has to a sunshine personality) was on a warm summer beach with Tessarion, exactly like he was the first day he ever met Angel. I feel that when Aegon appeared to Angel in her dreams, he was probably on Dragonstone, invoking memories of those idyllic first few months they got to spend alone together before Aemond started showing up (uninvited) and the battle with Baela and Moondancer.

In addition to the dreams, I think that Angel has some very slight clairvoyance. Even in the early chapters—and even as his burns are healing—she was always filled with this heavy dread regarding Aegon’s long-term health, and the threat of organ failure after repeated trauma is something that crosses her mind over and over again. She even mentions it to her brother Everett in Chapter 6. Part of her, I believe, always knew on some level that he wasn’t going to live to see a peaceful world.

Out of all your "Readers" so far, which one do you feel you relate to the most?

Out of all my readers, I think I personally relate the most to Appletini from North to the Future.

Our situations are different in a lot of ways (sadly, scruffy Juneau fisherman/rockstar Aegon is not real nor in love with me), but I think we share a) an innate fixation on responsibility and aversion to risk, and b) a sense that there is something more out there that we are always wrestling with. Do we take the leap, or do we stay where we are? Are we worthy of more? Are we doomed to relive the curses of prior generations? That sounds a little dark, probably, but I don’t mean for it to. Appletini gets a happy ending, after all!

Do you wish to share any possible new story that might be coming up?

At this point I have no comment whatsoever and nothing to announce. But I hope everyone has a wonderful Christmas! 🎅🎄🎁😏

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𓍢𓄹 ׅ۬ ˖ ࣪𖣠 VIGILANTE & MAN-EATER PRESENT: ROAD TRIP TO MURDERVILLE.

⛓🪩 ࣭⸰ 𓂋 ⁺ ⭒ ݁ . chapter four: disco tits

( i. skin | ii. pocketful of sunshine | iii. two of hearts )

— paring: adrian chase/vigilante x mercenary!reader

— summary: you and adrian go to collect your payment. dancing (and violence) ensures.

— warnings: smut, rough sex, biting, teasing, dirty dancing, semi dom!adrian, fingering, hand jobs, piv sex, unprotected sex, these two are whores, nasty ass dirty talk, mentions of murder, canon typical violence, jealous!adrian & jealous!reader, women on women violence, alcohol consumption, & cigarette usage. 18+ minors dni.

— authors note: lmaooo who even saw this coming???? i had no inspiration for this story for the longest time and suddenly it just… came to me. who knows when chapter five will come out. i’ll probably start writing it soon but don’t expect it soon. also, i changed the pov from third person to second person. i’m also going to go back and edit my other chapters to create a new format + edit the pov’s. so stay tuned for that!

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Normally, when collecting payment for your bounties, you would have to pick up the money from a seedy bar or beneath an overpass. Today, however, you had to go to some club that her contractor owned in Boise — which was another two hour drive. You were driving the Sebring this time, with another menthol cigarette dangling from your cherry red lips.

Adrian always clutched the door handle when you were driving. You drove fast and recklessly, which technically means Adrian should kill you for breaking the law — but he doesn't want to. He would never hurt you.

You shoved the cigarette in his general direction, eyes still directed onto the road, "Do you want a drag?"

You swerved a little and Adrian bumped into the passenger side door. He didn't want to have a drag of your menthol cigarette, but it had your red lipstick smeared around the base and he was dying to taste you again. He punched the cigarette between his fingers and hesitantly brought it up to his lips. He inhaled quickly, not wanting too much smoke to travel to his lungs, and quickly exhausted the excess smoke.

You peel your eyes from the road, which swerved the car a little, and giggled at Adrian's scrunched up nose. He was trying not to cough, but you could hear him quietly try to suppress his coughs. You grabbed the cigarette back out of Adrian's hand.

"You know, you don't have to smoke if you don't want to. I was only offering, t-to be nice" You whispered out the part about being nice, hoping Adrian's eager ears didn't latch on to it.

If he did, he didn't show it, "I-I just want you to think I'm cool."

Your lips turn into a pouty at Adrian's response. A deep need to feel included and loved, got that. Adrian just wished your lips would stop pouting, because you looked so fucking kissable and he will pull this car over and —

"I think you're cool, Adrian. I think you are— I wouldn't hang out with you if you weren't cool," You stopped yourself before you confessed you thought Adrian was the coolest person you've met. He was funny, quick with the trigger, and fucked you like you've never been fucked before.

Adrian's shoulders lifted at your statement and you slowly saw joy filling him again, "I... also think you are cool, too."

You giggled at Adrian's verbal vomit. Fuck, he loved you laugh. It was like hearing the stars twinkle in his ears, "You are also a dork."

"How can I be a dork and be cool?" Adrian questioned as he gripped the door handle tighter. You swerved again.

"I think you figured out a way, pretty boy."

In order to convince Adrian that they should rent out a nice hotel room in the city, you agreed to give him a blow job later that night. (He only agreed if he also got to eat your pussy. You gleefully accepted that deal).

You were changing into your club dress in the bathroom. Adrian saw a glimpse of your naked body in the mirror as he changed into his — nicer — clothes in the main room. There was no way he was making it through this fucking night.

The dress you wore wasn't much. Just a simple, skin tight black dress. (However, this dress costed you seven hundred dollars). You were coating another layer of lipstick on your lips as you waltzed out of the bathroom. Adrian was wearing a skin tight black shirt and some denim jeans, but you wanted to jump his bones the second you saw him. Black was his color.

"Y-You look good, Bee," Adrian gulped at the sight of you. He had to suppress his growing desire to throw you onto the mattress — and his growing erection.

"Bee? That's a new one," You said, tossing your Ruby Woo lipstick into your clutch and slipping on your red bottom shoes.

"You remind me more of a bee than a bunny," Adrian said, shoving his old clothes back into his duffel bag.

"Why's that?"

Adrian walked over to you and towered over you in front of the mattress. You could unzip his pants and just blow him — no. You were going to be good, and not fuck Adrian every moment you could. You're stronger than that.

"You are cute but also have a little stinger," Adrian said as his thumb grazed your jawline, anchoring up to your lips.

You giggle out and Adrian's thumb finds you lips, "That's a good one. I like it."

Adrian was about to slip his thumb in between your plump lips when a notification rang through your phone. You jumped at the sudden noise and reached down to grab your phone off the bed. Adrian's thumb retracted and he stepped back from in between your knees.

"It's the contractor. He's ready to meet us. Let's go," You said, pulling your thigh sheath up your leg.

Adrian Chase had only been to four night clubs in his life, and two of them were the same club. The only times he had the urge to enter a night club was with Peacemaker — or to murder men. The loud thumping bass rattled in his ears, and there were people, everywhere. If there was a time to feel claustrophobic, it was now. Your hand hadn't left Adrian's since arriving to the club. You clutched it as you weaved in and out of people to get to the roped off section of the club.

You had forced Adrian to not wear his costume. (It's a night club, for fucks sake. You have to blend in!) Adrian felt exposed, eyes darting around the room at any sudden attacks. All he had to protect himself was the pistol tucked inside of his waistband. (He prayed he didn't shoot himself in the asshole).

You whispered to the bouncer guarding the VIP section of the club and he slowly lifted the velvet rope up to let you through. He gave Adrian a hesitant eye, but ultimately let him through.

Tucked inside a little corner of the VIP section was the contractor, Isaac Skinner. There were a couple of pretty girls scattered along the near by sofas, along with a couple of men dressed in all black. (You counted four men possibly armed. No, definitely armed).

"Hello, doll," Isaac greeted you as you centered in on his location. You cringed at the pet name and dropped Adrian's hand.

"Hello, Isaac. How's your mother?" You spat back, taking a seat on the couch opposite of him. Adrian quickly followed suit.

Isaac gritted his teeth, "For the last time, please stop trying to fuck my mother."

You grabbed a shot that was sitting on the center of the table and poured it down your throat, "I can't help it, man. She's hot. You really gotta let me have her number."

Isaac finally took his eyes of your chest to notice Adrian squeezed next to you on the couch. Adrian was scowling at Isaac after noticing Isaac speak directly to your boobs the entire time.

"Who's this, doll?" Isaac asked, nodding to Adrian and taking a sip from his crystal tumbler.

You looked over at Adrian. You couldn't really tell Isaac the truth without exposing Adrian's identity. So, you decided to lie. You giggled and ran a hand down his chest, "He's my new boy toy. You like?"

Adrian looked at you funny, as you slowly began to sit in his lap. Your ran your fingers through his curly hair.

"Well, I'll let you have your fun in the club with — him in a second. Let's talk business," Isaac said as he set his crystal tumbler back into the glass table.

You reached up to take another tempting shot, "I figured you and your men took what was needed from the warehouse after I took care of your dirty work."

Isaac held his tumbler up as to raise a toast, "You are the best at taking care of my dirty work, doll."

"Tell that your mother, please," You mumbled out as you downed another shot.

Isaac rolled his eyes, "I swear — I will have the money transferred over to your account in a few minutes. Now, go enjoy the club with your boy toy."

You got up from your seat, pulling on Adrian's hands to follow. You walked over to Isaac and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "Thanks, Isaac. See you next time you need me to kill some people for you."

"Always, doll."

You led Adrian back into the main section of the club. He was still clutching your hand tightly. He was being uncharacteristically quiet, so you dragged him to the bar, which you could hear a bit more clearly at.

"You want anything, pretty boy?" You asked, batting your eyelashes as you leaned your back against the dimly lit bar.

"Something fruity," Adrian responded, shouting a little too loud over the blaring EDM music. You squeezed Adrian's hand in confirmation and flagged down the bartender.

Adrian immediately wrapped his arms around your waist to assert his claim over you. All the men in this fucking club were looking at you like you were the tastiest meal they had ever seen. He saw the desire in their eyes and watched as the bartender, yet again, spoke directly to your perky breasts. Adrian squeezed your hips harder, causing you to jolt back into him. You pressed your ass, deep, into Adrian's crotch. He gripped your hips again at the pressure on his growing erection.

"You gotta wait for the dance floor, pretty boy, if you want me to grind on you," You turned around and smiled at Adrian. He looked so pretty like this. You had only ever seen him in sweatpants or in his Vigilante uniform. You brushed a few loose strands out of Adrian's face and smiled.

The bartender returned the drinks to you, one shot of Vodka and a Cosmo. It was on the house, he told your breasts. Adrian quickly downed the Cosmo and you mimicked his movement with your shot.

"Y-You wanna dance?" Adrian asked as his fingers brushed the bruises he left on your hip.

"Let's go, pretty boy. Show me your moves," You responded, before dragging him to the dance floor.

A pop song you hadn't heard in a few years started thumping through the speakers. You found a good spot on the dance floor, not too crowded and enough space for Adrian not to feel claustrophobic. You quickly pressed your back against Adrian's chest and began to grind your body to the rhythm of the song. Adrian's hands found your waist and swayed to the best of the song with you. His hands were traveling up your body. Your hips, your thighs, your stomach, your breasts. He was leaving a burning trail in the wake of his fingers. Your ass dig deeper into Adrian's crotch. Adrian's head dipped to find space between your neck and shoulders. You could hear him whimper in your ear as you grind yourself against his body. Your breath hitches as Adrian's teeth scrap against your ear. A chill shot down your spine, feeling his hot breath in your ear.

You pressed yourself harder into his cock and slowly started to roll your hips. Adrian's teeth immediately bit down on your cartilage. Your back arched against the pain and Adrian took this opportunity to grab your throat with his free hand.

"I want to fuck you so bad right now, Bee," Adrian growled into your ear. You let out the softest moan. No one could hear it over the music blasting out of the speakers. But Adrian did.

"Yeah, Vig. You wanna fuck me in the middle of this club? Oh, I beat you want to slide your cock right in between my —,"

Adrian's grip around your throat tightened and you cut your teasing short, "Finish that sentence, Man-Eater. I dare you."

The song's bass slowly started to fade into another unfamiliar song and you took that as an opportunity to tease Adrian a bit more. You slowly lifted yourself from his grip and turned around to face him.

"Going to get something to drink. You want anything, Adri?" You asked, an innocent circle drawing circles on his pec. Adrian quickly shook his head and you placed a quick kiss on the cheek.

You ran to the bar to grab another shot, desperate for another. You left Adrian out on the dance floor. You looked back from your spot at the bar and saw him awkwardly standing on the outskirts of the dance floor. You couldn't help but giggle at his awkwardness. The bartender gave you two more shots, paid for by a man down at the end of the bar. You gave the man at the end of the bar a small smile and quickly downed the shots before waltzing back out to the dance floor.

When you returned, there was a blonde girl wrapping herself over Adrian. Her hands on his biceps and had a spray tanned finger drawing circles on his chest. You

"Hey, baby. Who's this?" You said, walking back up to Adrian. You gave Adrian a minor glance before shooting your attention to the fake blonde.

"Amber, I think. That's your name right?" Adrian asked the blonde girl. She was clearly annoyed at your presence and you saw her shoulders slump in defeat.

"Well, Amber, he's taken. You can leave now," You said, leaning closer into Adrian. Your eyes narrowed at Amber, filled with jealousy and fury.

"I was actually just talk—," Amber began to speak, but you did not have the patience to deal with this.

"Look, Ashley. I don't have the patience for this. Just walk away and go find another man to flirt with before I take you outside and beat your ass."

"It's Amber."

"Amber, you have three seconds to walk away before I drag you outside by your hair extensions," You said, your arm slowly leaving Adrian's and began walking closer to the blonde.

Amber, unfortunately, decided to take a swing at you. Rookie mistake for her. You quickly blocked the punch with your right hand, and with your left, you grabbed her blonde hair. Amber quickly dropped to floor as you began to drag her on the emergency exit in the corner of the club. Adrian was hot on your tail, following you and Amber out of the club.

You threw Amber to the cold concrete outside of the club. Adrian let the metal door slam behind him as he watched you pick up Amber again by her hair. Amber kicked you in the face with her stiletto. You felt the sharp crack of your nose and felt the blood start gushing immediately. You screamed out in pain, and promptly brought your fist down to her face.

After a while of wailing on the blonde girl, Adrian finally stepped in. He wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up from your spot on top of Amber. Amber quickly grabbed her stilettos that were next to her on the concrete and ran off down the alleyway.

Adrian set you back down on the concrete and you fished out your cigarettes from your bra, "You know, you didn't have to beat her up because she was flirting with me."

You lit your menthol cigarette and exhausted a cloud of smoke, "I know. It's just — when I saw her dangling all over you on the dance floor, I couldn't help it. I was so angry."

Adrian pinched your cheeks, "Aw, you were jealous."

"You were also jealous. I felt you grabbing me every time a guy even dared look in my direction," You retorted back. You spit some blood out onto the concrete that was pooling inside your mouth.

"Yeah, I was. Now, let's get your nose fixed, so I can fuck your brains out," Adrian responded as his hand found it's home on your waist. His hand fit so perfectly there. Like your body was made for him. Like you were made — No. You won't allow yourself to continue that thought. This was purely physical, whatever was happening between you. You wouldn't let it grow into more.

"I'm down for that," You replied as Adrian started to drag you down the alleyway.

Back at the hotel room, you found yourself on the edge of the bathroom counter. Adrian was pressing a cloth soaked in alcohol to your nose. You couldn't let him see that you were in pain, so you were clutching the countertop. You thought one of your acrylic nails were going to pop of with how tightly you grabbed the countertop.

The cloth brushed past your lips, picking up any of the blood that trickled down to your lips, "You don't have to pretend that this doesn't hurt. I-I can see you gripping the counter for dear life."

Your eyes met Adrian's green. He noticed so many things about you. He was always picking up on something you didn't want him to know. It infuriated you, "I'm just wishing you would hurry up, because my pussy is soaking wet."

Adrian's eyebrow cocked at your retort. He knew that this hurt you, but he would let you hold onto your ego for the night. One of your hands left the edge of the counter and ghosted above Adrian's denim jeans. He continued to clean your injuries, like your hand wasn't slowly pumping his cock. His hips would jerk on occasion, causing his steady fingers to slip. He was trying so hard not to focus on your hand jerking him off. You smirked as you saw him bite his lip and saw his eyes roll slightly back into his head as you rolled your hand down his cock.

"I-I have t-to put the butterfly bandage on your nose — oh fuck — now. So, please don't squeeze my dick that hard if it hurts," Adrian said as you spit into your hand to add more lubrication to his cock.

"I'll be a good girl," You responded, batting your eyelashes at the pretty boy standing in front you. Adrian slowly lifted the bandage to your nose.

"Good girl my fucking ass. You've been bad all night." Adrian mumbled under his breath as you braced yourself for the tension around your nose. You inhaled quickly as Adrian placed the bandage around. You hissed out at the stinging coming from your clearly broken nose.

"Are you going to punish me? For being a bad girl?" You asked as you cupped his balls into your small hands. Adrians hips jerked into your thick thighs once again.

"Oh, you are getting the punishment of your life tonight," Adrian mumbled out as he shoved the first aid off the counters and onto the floor. You smiled as you saw the lust spark in his green eyes and you started to pump his cock faster.

"Go on then, show me how bad I've been tonight, Vigilante."

Adrian immediately reached down to your damp thong and tugged at the last — shredding the underwear right off of your body. His teeth were in your neck as he slowly began to pump his fingers inside of you. Adrian’s other hand was gripping your thigh, pulling you closer to him. You were screaming. You were totally going to get a noise complaint, but you didn’t care. You felt your eyes watering as Adrian dragged his fingers down your g-stop.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you?,” Adrian’s grabbed your chin to tilt your head back, “Answer.. me.”

“Yes! Oh, yes Adrian! Pl-Please fuck me. Please, I need your cock,” You screamed out, your hands clawing at Adrian’s bare neck.

Adrian nodded and began to sink myself inside of you. The stretch of his cock stung, but didn’t matter when it felt that good. You cry out again and you feel more tears dripping down your cheeks. Small black tears dropped onto Adrian’s shirt as he plowed into your tight cunt. It was animalistic. Raw aggression being served to your wet pussy. You felt your ass jerk with every deep thrust of his hips. You were yelling every name in the book. God, Jesus, Adrian, Vig, Adri. All being shouted from the top of your lungs in the large bathroom.

Adrian was whimpering into your ear. Whispering nasty little things. (“I want to rip you in fucking half”, “I am going to eat my cum out of your fucking pussy when I’m done abusing it”, “You’re mine. This cunt is mine”). Every filthy thing he growled into your ear made your cunt squeeze tighter and tighter around Adrian’s cock. You felt him start spasming a little inside your cunt and you swiftly bit down hard on Adrian’s neck. It sent him over the edge, and you both screamed each other’s names in ecstasy.

Adrian rested your head on your shoulder as he tried to catch his breath from his rough climax. You stroked his damp curls as you exhaled sharply. He still had yet to pull himself out of you and your cunt still lightly tightened around his soft member.

“Give me another five minutes and I’ll be able to go again,” Adrian mumbled out into your bare breasts. You chuckled softly as it tickled the sensitive skin.

“But, I thought you said you were going to eat me out now, daddy,” You frowned at Adrian, pouting your lips ever so softly and batting your eyelashes.

Adrian was defenseless when it came to that pout. His hands reached around to grab your bare ass and picked you up into his arms, slowly carrying you back to bed. You giggled as he tossed you onto the king sized mattress and crawled onto the bed over you.

“You have to stop pouting. It’s my kryptonite,” Adrian mumbled as he kissed marks down your stomach.

You cupped his cheek and brushed your thumb over his cheekbone, “Make me.”

Adrian quickly pounced up to your lips and began attacking yours. You were laughing and pushing him away, trying to fight the kisses when he finally planted one on your lips. Your thumb brushed his cheekbone again and you felt yourself feeling like you could get used to this. You shoved that feeling deep down and pushed Adrian’s head down to your cunt.

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{{ Okay, as a fellow aficionado of playlists, I HAVE. TO ASK. About those songs you've chosen! Throw 5k at me, I DON'T MIND! But I'm dead-serious and deadly curious about what soundtrack I should be imagining for Magic Fam scenes. ;P (Maybe pick your Top 10, because Attention Spans are a thing. but if you want to make it into a full-blown lyrical analysis project, I'm totally down for reading that, too.)

I tried to pare this down as much as possible (kept around 1k so theres that!) w/out being too rambly, & still including a bit over that 10 bc i can’t PICK THINGS, but without any further ado & in no particular order~

Have Some Magic Fam’s Greatest Hits/Must Hears (under the cut):

- I’d say p much All of Fleetwood Mac/Stevie Nick’s is worth listening to, but some highlights i wanna point out real quick are gonna be “Hold Me”, “Little Lies”, and Nick’s “Whole Lotta Trouble”.While most of these will have the greatest frame of reference with an Idealized Version of John & Zee’s relationship, the purely mystical sounds that they bring into their music also lends itself to something that I can only describe as nostalgic for myself. My dad played a lot of Fleetwood/Nicks when i was younger & its the kind of sound that you can put on as bg, just allowing yourself to get lost in the music or let it drift softly w/out taking too much attention. It’s the kind of music that i absolutely see Constantine & Zatanna reaching as a middle ground (what w/ John being very punk rock, and Zee i see as being an absolute sucker for pop) Its just a very happy middle & represents an idyllic childhood I’d want for Raven.

-Moving up to Angsty Teen Years, and doing a lot of projection in the mean time: i’d push/encourage listening to Linkin Park and Flyleaf. But not their heavier stuff, no. Start with something like “Shadow of the Day” & “Leave Out All the Rest” (LPs) and “There for You” (flyleaf). I absolutely headcanon Raven (in any canon) being introduced to Flyleaf thru Aunt Alice (as a way to try to Connect through a musical middle ground for reasons that would be Obvious for anyone who knows the band’s history/focus a bit more on the lyrics for certain songs…). By the time Raven meets Rose (who would introduce her to LP) she’d absolutely start edging into a Goth/Emo/Scene phase. #LetRavenHaveACringyTeenPhase2kwhatever like, just imagine her screaming her head off to “One Step Closer” while Constantine’s in the next room like ‘not my style, but good for u kid’ while he slowly turns up The Clash

-Honorable Mentions bc they have more to do w/ general relationship dynamics include:“(They Long To Be) Close to You” by The Carpenters, this is v self-indulgent, bc Simpsons fans might remember this is Homer & Marge’s song. it absolutely falls in line w/ Fleetwood as being a Love Anthem during Rae’s childhood before John n Zee move slowly into their Little Lies phase if you will“Sins of My Youth” by Neon Trees, where you start to see some breakdown btwn the two. bc the reality is that they’re BOTH weighed down by things in their past, and unless they really WORK at those things (which 9/10 john usually ISN’T) then they WILL start to break apart. helps that theres an extra layer/theme of addiction which i think adds to the tone of the song as well as hits the nail a little on the head (which brings me to the next song…)“Demons” by Imagine Dragons, (gonna show my 2010s scene phase a bit here) bc this one is HELLA on the nose/cliche for all of them, BUT YA NEED TO BE A BIT CLICHE SOMETIMES OK? this song just WORKS so well for them all and its… not quite a bop, but like? its Good. it’s Been Good and I’m so sad that it got so overplayed when first released to the point of oversaturation, its a Shame“You Learn” by Alanis Morissette, funnily enough, i was listening to this one while driving, and like? so many little Zatanna & Raven ideas kept popping into my head. it really helped to help form ideas and tone of how i want their relationship to be, and provided a great stepping stone like getting into the zone for writing that most recent chapter of Retrieval (& @squiddybeifong i actually rlly wanna rec this one esp & feel free to give the rest of these, in case where you were wondering how trash my music taste is for this AU lmao)

TBH i think ima break my music library overall like this for this AU:

70s rock/pop absolutely encompasses Raven’s childhood, so ages 5-10/11. Anything 90s Punk/early Aughts Alt Rock is Raven’s Teen Angst Phase in SPADES. On the opposite end of that, Zatanna & Raven’s relationship could probably be encompassed by the feelings I get from listening to 90s pop/rock, and Constantine & Rae’s would be more U2/80s-ish, think “Sunday Bloody Sunday” or maybe “With or Without You” vibes would be better? NO WAIT “Stay (Faraway, So Close!)” THAT ONES DEF A GOOD ONE FOR THEM BOTH UGHHHH- everything else gets sorted into Particular Circumstances & Feelings/Events… and there’s couple of those so-

Last but not least, while I don’t see Raven being quite the romantic thats presented in this song, “The Only Exception” by Paramore also includes a lot of that great relationship angst that anyone who’s seen their parents go through bad breaks & have it negatively affect how they enter their own relationships… yeah, i’ve said a lot there, that probably didn’t rlly need explaining for such a simple song but like… it Works for this dynamic, esp since John & Zee aren’t MEANT to completely last in this. not without a lot of work that I’m still… trying to be sure that they want to work out, if that makes sense? (bc i know what *I* want but that might not necessarily be where they take me lmao)

tl;dr- i have shit music taste bc my own parents raised me on a lot of shit that they loved

#asked and answered #beyondthetemples #randywrites #au: magic foster family #TBH top three would probably be Only Exception. Stay. and Demons #like. for all of their dynamics and how they affect each other. those three would be like. Main Themes probably #but i just HAD to include EVERY LITTLE THING LFKD:JA:KFDKSJ #someone stop me plz and introduce me to more music #moms been playing a lot of clannad which has been.... an experience in our house rn #its not bad but like...... she Never Played it Before and i kinda understand why my dad stopped her lmao #anyways...... yeah *jazz hands*

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