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yellowjackets96 · 5 months

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i owe you a black eye and two kisses / angus tully x reader

summary / after defending your best friend’s honor in a scuffle with kountze, he decides to take first aid into his own hands.

warnings / mentions of blood, bruises, and general injuries

word count / 2K even!

heyyy, baby’s first x reader fanfiction! cannot believe i have been alive nearly twenty damn years and never once did this. who crode?

You cannot seem to remember when the blood started to pour from your mouth or the moment you realized Kountze’s nose should not be pointed in that direction, but both moments hit you like a freight train when Angus grabs your arm.

“Holy shit!” he exclaims, fingers prodding at the newborn black eye on your face. “You– you– my god.”

As cooly as possible, you pop your neck to the side and smirk. “Heh. All in a day’s work.”

“You could’ve killed him,” one of Kountze’s goons says, tending to his nose. The blonde bully is shell-shocked, a state of mind you previously believed to be inherently against his nasty nature.

You scoff, shrugging at the lackey. “I’m sure his daddy can help,” you remark, spinning around on your heel and striding out of the room, with a hyped Angus in tow. He’s so energized, he could probably shoot himself off the walls like a projectile and fly back to you like a boomerang.

“I can’t believe you had that in you,” he mutters, still quite bewildered by your sucker punch. “In all my years of knowing you…I don’t think he’ll ever bother me again, now.”

You turn slightly to grin at him. “Hey, I’m glad to hear it. Guy’s a real fuckface and a half. His reign of terror has gone on far too fucking long.”

Once you get to your modest dorm room towards the end of the hall, you feel Angus reach out and touch you once again, and he gazes at you sternly, his expression mirroring a way only your mom looks at you. You roll your eyes, hands not moving from turning the key in the door. “What’s the matter, Tully?”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he says, a deep grimace on his face. “He was shit-talking me, not you. And now you’ve got a black eye, your lip is busted, and you could’ve lost teeth, and–”

You swiftly cut him off. “So? You’re my best friend. I was simply defending your honor. Little shit shouldn’t be able to get away with mocking your familial situation. It’s not like you can control it.” Twisting the knob to the side, you gently push the door open and step into the room, eyeing him slightly. “You can come in, if you’re not planning on lecturing me.”

“Well,” Angus says, shutting the door behind him. “You can ignore my chastising to high heaven, but you’re still going to need some wound care for the black-and-blue knuckles, swollen eye, and split lip. Even if you don’t wanna ice the bruises and bumps, though, you need to keep the lip stuff from the point of possible infections.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him. “Everything that could possibly hurt is just…dully throbbing. And I’m sure all the bleeding was due to how shallow the cuts were. I need nothing more than an ibuprofen and a bandaid.”

For the third time, the boy takes a grip on your arm, lanky digits wrapping around your cold skin gently enough to leave no mark, but firmly enough to stop you definitively in your tracks. “Sit down,” he states, the edge of hoarseness in his voice causing it to be barely above a whisper. “Now.”

You find his forceful tone compelling enough to follow his commands, pushing your swivel chair around until it faces forward and reluctantly take a seat. “Fine. Have it your way.”

“Thank you,” Angus says, winking at you before immediately diving headfirst into rummaging through your cabinets and drawers. “You’re gonna need the whole nine yards of first aid care here. Just be patient, okay? I know from you doing it for me that the process tends to be lengthy.”

“Whatever you say,” you murmur. “As long as you don’t break anything valuable during your expedition into my belongings.”

He turns to you with a hearty smirk, arms filled with cotton pads, alcohol wipes, hydrogen peroxide bottles, bandages, and tweezers, among multiple other things. “Oh yeah?” he says, seemingly challenging you as he places the supplies on the desk behind you. “And what would you do about it if I did?”

“Probably cut up my end of our friendship bracelets,” you reply, not missing a beat. “You don’t even wear yours, anyway.”

Angus does not even need to speak to refute your claim as he pushes his sweater sleeve past his watch, revealing the braided object in question is still on display on the part of his arm that no one can see. Your jaw goes slightly askew at the revelation. “I stand corrected.”

He chuckles, sufficiently satisfied with the exchange as he flips the cap open on one of the peroxide bottles, pressing it against a cotton pad. Once he determines it to be prepared enough for your bloodied mouth, he looks over at you, eyebrows furrowed in thought. A moment of contemplation passes – he closely scans your face up and down, down and up, enough times to be able to sketch it perfectly from memory, as he nods to himself. With a steady step forward, he places the pad between his thumb and pointer finger and goes in, forcefully dabbing it against your bottom lip. All of the miniscule amounts of warmth escapes your body as you roughly suck air in through your teeth, grabbing a fistful of the cuff of his sweater.

“Does that hurt?” Angus asks, wide brown eyes filled with an entire galaxy’s worth of concern. “Be honest with me.”

You grind your teeth, putting as much effort as humanly possible into a brave face. “It stings, that’s for sure.”

He quickly withdraws the soggy gauze from your mouth. “Good news, then, ‘cause I’m already done with it.”

“Shit!” you exclaim, hands flying up to your bottom lip. “Really?”

Snickering at your shocked face, Angus tilts his head to the side, examining your injuries again. “Yup. I think you were right about it being shallow. I’m no med student, but I don’t think it’s at risk of developing any kind of infection.

Melting back into the chair, your face is overtaken by a relaxed smile, in spite of yourself. A few seconds pass before curiosity overtakes you and you peer over your shoulder to ogle at his activity. You’re met with the completely ridiculous sight of him attempting to maneuver a bandaid into a jar of petroleum jelly. “Jesus, Angus!”

He can’t help himself from laughing at your reaction. “What? You didn’t have any ointment!”

“You said my lip’s fine!” you respond. “Unless you were trying to soften the blow of my oncoming sepsis by lying to me.”

He shakes his head emphatically. “No. I just wanted to see if I could make it hurt less for you.”

“It doesn’t,” you insist, waving him off.

“Really?” he asks, folding his arms across his chest in judgment, once again harkening back to something an authority figure in your life would do. “Then why were you tugging at my shirt like a damn seven-year-old at a grocery store?”

You scowl at him, face overtaken by a shade of red that only appears when you’re trying not to laugh at him. “I hate you.”

Angus laughs a sharp ha!, face wrinkled up in a simper as he pulls himself back up to your level, an ice pack in either hand. “No, you don’t. You wouldn’t have kept me around for so long if you did.” He drops the ice packs in your lap and points at your cheek. “I can’t believe you were insisting on letting these wounds take care of themselves, dude. Your cheek’s swollen as hell.”

“How bad is it?” you curiously ask, brows quirked in thought.

“Well, the verdict’s already in that you’ll survive this,” he quips, earning a laugh from you. “So that’s out of the question, but if I didn’t already know you, I’d assume you either victoriously won or pitifully lost a professional boxing match.”

You playfully smack at his shoulder as he breaks into a laughing fit. “It was a compliment!” he defensively mutters, picking up one of the ice packs. “The thing’s a bona fide war wound, I swear. You look badass.”

“You should see the other guy,” you remark, watching him intently as Angus brings a hand up to your face, softly touching the ice pack to your bruise. “Also, I can’t believe you would call me badass. You must be buttering me up for the next time you have a bone to pick with Teddy.”

“Nah,” he denies, raising the pack slightly further up. “You’ve always been badass, ever since we were old enough to speak our minds. It’s a mindset in my eyes, since you never really looked like I imagined one being.”

Your face instantly softens as you gaze at him, studying the way he intently deals with something as uneventful as a bruised cheek. “You’re just being nice because I look like hell.”

Angus pulls his attention away from the ice pack to meet your lingering eyes. “I’m as serious as a car crash. You’ve always had this self-assured attitude, no matter who you were dealing with. The way that I don’t back down from a physical fight is exactly how you are in verbal sparring matches, but you’re, just, so much cooler in terms of that, ‘cause you refuse to relent on your beliefs. I could never be so firm when I speak to people, even if I try my very fuckin’ darndest.”

“I-I had-” you stammer heavily, effectively caught off-guard by his words. “No idea you thought so highly of me. That’s so incredibly sweet.”

“Well, you deserve to hear it,” he says, taking the ice pack off of your face. “You’ve been such a constant in my life, and I seriously don’t know who or where I would be without you. Hell, you even BEGGED your parents to let you transfer to every single school I ended up in post-expellings! I can’t help but idolize you. You were born with an insatiable fighting spirit. Nothing and nobody can get to you.”

Before you can form a single coherent thought, you blurt out four words you would never even dream of saying to Angus Tully. “Can I kiss you?”

Silence falls over the two of you like a curtain as Angus gazes up at you, eyes full of wonder, mouth hanging open. Before long, his lips turn upward in one of his signature smiles. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Lifting his hands up, he gingerly cups your cheeks with his hands and dives in, pressing your lips together in a delicate embrace. You close your eyes on impact, heart lighting up with an intensity you are not sure you have ever felt. Holy shit! Kountze must have killed you! This has to be heaven! The moments pass fleetingly before Angus finally pulls away, a genuine, natural, adorable little grin on his face as he sheepishly doesn’t face you, cheeks burning a soft, passionate pink. You must have been an idiot for never making a move all these years, but at least you finally got struck with the urge to do so.

“Y- your c-ch-” and now, like poetic justice, he is the one who’s been bitten by the stutter bug. “Your cheek looks better already. How about we get some ibuprofen in you and then we – okay, you have to step in if I embarrass myself here – step off of campus to go get some dinner?”

You’re smirking now, trying not to giggle at the unseen shy side he keeps so carefully locked away. “Angus Tully, are you asking me on a date?” He tries his very best not to avoid eye contact with you again as he nervously nods in confirmation. You reach out for his hand, interlocking your fingers together like puzzle pieces. “Well, then. I’d have to say what I’m sure you’ve been waiting to hear come out of my mouth all these years – yes.”

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theglassofmiddleearth · 7 months

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I'm Always Funny. You're Just Not Smart Enough To Keep Up. (Teaser!)

Max Verstappen X reader

Danny Ricciardo X reader platonic.

Not sure if anyone here is an F1 fan but I've recently gotten into F1 and I've started writing a small fanfiction of Max Verstappen Fake relationship Au! Please tell me if you like this and want the rest of it! Enjoy~

Max had just broken up with his long time girlfriend Kelly Piquet.

They had disagreed on their future plans and had decided it would be better to part ways. It was an amicable split and Max still visited Penelope. However, the media wasn’t kind to him, not that it usually was.

Fans were in a roar over the split calling him all sorts of names for the past seven months.

It wasn’t too bad until the sponsors started to look a bit concerned over the state of the media.

Y/N, being a small town girl from Perth Australia, knew Daniel Ricciardo from when she was younger. His sister Michelle would babysit Y/N from time to time and that's how she came to meet the ever enthusiastic personality that was Daniel.

Daniel, alongside Michelle, had been like an older sibling to Y/N. He would always visit her or text her to catch her up on his state of affairs.

After his ill-fated departure from Mclaren, to which Y/N was still fuming over. He had spent two months back in Australia, lounging around before Y/N and Michelle told him to get back into what he really loved.

Sure enough, Daniel returned to RedBull as a reserve driver alongside his old teammate Max Verstappeh and Sergio “Checo” Perez.

It was at this point Max had been receiving scalding comments and the Public Relations (PR) Manager had decided it would be a good idea for Max to date someone new with good media presence. Someone who the fans were bound to like.

That is exactly where Y/N came in. She had been featured on Daniel's social media before and made small cameo’s on RedBull and Mclaren videos, wishing Danny luck in his races or even supporting him in person.

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Max walked alongside Y/N at a brisk pace. They were wading through the crowd of press just before the paddock and after the car park. Y/N was slightly uncomfortable with the firm grip that Max had on her hand but refrained from speaking up. He, after all, was paying her salary, so to speak.

“Smile,” Max grunted out. Nodding at the press and giving half smiles in a seemingly out of character style.

Y/N, who was already smiling hissed through her teeth.

“The hell you think I'm doin’ mate?” She then turned slightly away to wave at the photographers,

“Morning! Hope you’re all well rested! Make sure to drink enough water too!” She called out to the mass of people. Y/N understood that these people had to make a living and if you were nicer to them, they were bound to return the favour, although that was easier said than done.

Verstappen kept a pleasant expression as he continued to walk past people, signing hats along the way.

“When can we stop this damn circus act?” He hissed into her ear, his voice sounding like the grind of gravel.

“Whenever your PR Manager lets us.” She replied, her smile unfaltering as she kept walking beside him.

“This is all a stupid waste of money and time.” He grumbled under his breath. “This whole relationship thing and the sponsors.” Y/N cocked her head knowingly and replied,

"You need those sponsors and so does RedBull. Anyways, don’t give me a hard time because of it, yeah? I’m just doing my job to the best of my ability.” It wasn't as if she didn't want the money, however she also did it to help out Danny. Apparently the situation had made Max a little crabby.

Max sighed, “You have no idea who many different people we have to play happy couple for to satisfy the sponsors.” to which Y/N smirked and retorted with.

“I dunno, maybe the whole world, Mr Formula 1 World Champion?” Max rolled his eyes dismissively, effectively losing his facade.

“Do you know how much the sponsors pay me to keep you around? Don’t smart mouth me man.” He spat out, scowling and crossing his arms defensively. He pointed at the camera’s who had now turned back to you at the suddenly escalating conversation as moths were drawn to light.

Luckily they hadn’t heard the conversation, only seen the wild gestures that Max had thrown out in exasperation.

Y/N, being the quick thinker she was, gently patted his shoulder and stepped closer to him,

“Calm down mate, they’re looking at us. Let’s just get inside the paddock yeah? Then we can argue when we get to the motor home.” She whispered slowly, hoping to ease his stress.

“Whatever, " Verstappen muttered, his voice ever harsh and monotonous.

He led her by the small of her back past the photographers and past the gates and into the paddock. He kept you firmly by his side while remaining silent. It seemed like he wasn’t going to talk until they were both tucked into a private building. Or as private as it would get.

As they briskly walked by, they passed some children who were staring in awe at Max. Y/N smiled at the children and tugged on his short sleeve gently.

“Max, give them an autograph! Look, they're so cute. This one’s wearing a mini version of your race suit!” She exclaimed, clearly taken by the children who were bubbling with energy.

Max, as a result of Y/N’s excitement, stopped walking and looked over at you with his signature grim expression before seeing the children. His eyes shifted and his expression became light hearted and almost charming.

“Yeah, alright I’ll sign a few things for you guys.” He grinned at the kids that had gathered around began thanking him incredulously in adoration as their favourite Formula one driver signed their shirts and caps.

Max suddenly turned to you with a small smile,

“Here,” he said, handing her a sharpie, “You should sign one too. They’ll like it.” Y/N shook her head, shy from the sudden attention.

“But I’m not famous like you. They don’t know me.” She turned to the children, sheepish, waiting for them to collectively agree. Yet, to her surprise one of the younger girls reached out to hug her and exclaimed,

“I know you! You’re Max’s girlfriend! My older brother says you’re pretty!” The little girl beamed up at her and pointed at an older male of similar facial structure who was blushing.

Y/N laughed in surprise and smiled brightly at the young girl.

“Hey love! Would you like me to sign your shirt?” She kneeled down to face the girl and all the younger kids. The children that were now surrounding you went crazy, screaming “Yes!” and “Please!”

They held out their belongings for her to sign, clearly overjoyed. She laughed in delight while Max looked on, while chatting to other young fans.

Y/N gave each of them a hug before signing their shirts.

“Oh and here!” She took out a large ziplock bag that was filled to the brim with friendship bracelets she had made for the fans.

“Take these! There’s enough for all of you.” She ruffled the closest childs hair. Max watched in amusement as the children who were absolutely beside themselves, trying on their new bracelets.

“You’re good with the fans,” he said, actually sounding genuine and kind for once. Y/N shook her head, smiling and waving at the children still as they walked away.

“Nah, I just love the kids. I want them to have good memories that build into hope and motivation.” She looked at Max and gave him a small smile.

“That’s very kind of you.” Verstappen replied, sounding surprisingly sincere. They both walked towards the motorhouse and as they reached the entrance Max opened the door for Y/N and signalled for her to enter.

Y/N walked through, thanking him on the way and waved hello while passing all the staff and volunteers of the Red Bull team.

The pair made their way, through all the greetings and then into Max’s room where Max closed the door behind them both and then turned to face Y/N.

“Alright, no more fake smiles or pleasantries. He sighed, “Do you know how long we’re stuck with this whole fake relationship thing?” He asked while plopping down onto his bed, unceremoniously to which Y/N shook her head. She herself was unsure.

“Nope. I was hired for a year-long contract but it wasn’t definitive,” She sighed and sat down on his chair and spun to face him.

“I think it wouldn’t be too bad for us to be friends Max.” She sat forward with her elbows on her knees.

“It’s not like we’re attracted to each other. It would make life easier if we got along, no?" Max stared at her, inquisitive.

“Friends.” He said slowly, almost as if tasting the word before he tilted his head to say,

“Friends don't usually get paid to be with one another.” Max raised his eyebrows.

“But, I guess being friends wouldn't be too bad. It’s not like anything would happen between us anyways.” Y/N nodded and chuckled,

“I mean, I get paid to pretend to be your girlfriend. We could totally do it from afar y’know?” she shrugged, smiling.

“That sounds like a great idea.” Max said sarcastically.

“I’ll just yell ‘I love you’ through a megaphone at you from a distance and we’ll keep it going that way.” He smirked mischievously, crossing his arms to which Y/N burst into laughter in sheer surprise.

“Right! That would get all the fans roaring.” She chuckled loudly, enjoying his dry humour. She gave him a genuine smile before asking,

“You’re really funny when you want to be huh?”

Verstappen rolled his eyes with a subtle upturn in lips at your amusement. Y/N had an instinct that he was proud of the reaction he got out of her.

“I’m funny all the time.” He retorted, “You’re just not smart enough to pick up on it.” He said with a cocky smile.

AND THATS THE TEASER! please comment if you'd like the rest!? Thank You for reading!

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neo-my-geo · 7 months

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Hey gang, it’s your old pal Neo here. If you know me, it’s probably from one of the several very stupid TF2 comics I’ve posted to Tumblr.

However! I am also an English major (unfortunately). One who has read millions of words worth of fanfiction in their life. I have been part of the Sherlock, BNHA, Disco Elysium, and, of course, TF2 fandoms; I’ve been around the block.

The further I’ve progressed into my English education, the more I’ve noticed which mistakes are the most common in fanfiction. Many of them are easily fixable; writers just need to be pointed in the right direction.

“Neo! Does this mean you think people shouldn’t be allowed to post their works online without a background in formal English education?”

Of course not! I can explain why if you’d care to venture below the cut with me!

Yes, I will explain how to use commas.

It’s important to note that this is NOT a post about formal writing. You aren’t writing an essay. Please, for the love of god, do not write fiction like you’re writing an essay.

There are no stakes to writing fanfic. No one is going to get hurt if an author doesn’t know what a dangling participle is. One of my favourite things about fanfiction is that it’s one of the only art forms left that’s done exclusively for fun! You should write what you enjoy, and share what you make with like-minded people.

What I want to do is provide assistance as best I can to writers who want to improve their fundamentals without having to take the same university courses I did. Nobody is going to be getting a formal education to write fanfiction unless they’re ridiculously dedicated, and I’m not expecting that of anyone.

The point I need to stress is that knowing these grammar fundamentals can instantly improve the flow of your writing. Punctuation is a ridiculously important tool for writers, ESPECIALLY in fiction. Commas, semicolons, and full stops (including periods, exclamation points, and question marks) steer the pacing in the reader’s mind; did you notice how your brain stopped for a second after that semicolon? I can show you how to do that.

You may be wondering why I’m going through so much effort to teach all of this to strangers on the internet. The answer is that I enjoy sharing this knowledge with others and helping them grow. By seeing this, my goal is to help you become more proficient at self-editing. Showing this to people who actually want to learn will, hopefully, benefit the community as a whole, and I think that’s very worth it.

Also, while this post is obviously themed around TF2, the points I’m making can be applied to any fiction. Grammar is for everyone, and the church of the semicolon always has room for more initiates.

Also also, as an edit, I should clarify that this is meant to cover the more objective facets of self-editing, which is why I'm mostly covering punctuation. Maybe I'll do another post about using adjectives someday.

With that out of the way, let’s get going!

I’ve teamed up with several English teachers (real ones! One of which may or may not be my mom!) and an editor to gather a list of the most common problems we see in amateur fiction. This post is going to be split into three broad sections: apostrophes, commas/semicolons, and other common problems.

The apostrophe

This section is short, but it holds weight. Other than commas, apostrophes are the most typoed grammatical tool in any fanfiction I’ve edited. This is because, much like the rest of English, the rules surrounding them can be annoying and inconsistent.

Apostrophes have two main uses: possessives and conjunctions.

A possessive is a word that denotes the ownership of one thing over another. The vast majority of the time, this is done using an apostrophe and an S.

There is, however, one glaring exception to this rule, and it’s the bane of my existence.

When denoting possession of an object over something else while using the pronoun ‘it,’ you do NOT add an apostrophe before the S.

A conjunction, on the other hand, is when a writer uses an apostrophe to combine two words. The following are examples of common conjunctions:

What’s (what is)

They’re (they are)

It’s (it is)

Conjunctions are not often used in formal writing. Thankfully, we aren’t dealing in formal writing. Go crazy.

Time for a lightning round of the most commonly mistaken for each other possessives and conjunctions!

Your is possessive. You’re is a conjunction of ‘you’ and ‘are.’ When you can’t decide which one to use, imagine replacing it with ‘you are’ and seeing if it makes sense. If it doesn’t, use your.

Their is possessive. There indicates a location. They’re is a conjunction of ‘they’ and ‘are.’

The comma and the semicolon

You knew it was coming. I knew it was coming. It’s time to talk about commas.

Commas and semicolons are far and away the biggest grammatical hole in the toolset of fanfiction writers everywhere. They’re often treated like the rules surrounding them are complicated and difficult to understand, but the exact opposite is true!

The big issue I’ve heard time and time again is that the rules of commas are often explained through metaphor instead of example; this means that writers everywhere have slightly different ideas of how you’re supposed to use them. The fact of the matter is that, yes, there are correct and incorrect ways to use commas. Knowing when they’re appropriate and when they aren’t is easily the fastest way to bring your writing from looking amateurish to sounding professional and experienced.

In order to know how to use a comma, you must first understand the difference between a dependent and an independent clause.

An independent clause is a section of writing that functions perfectly well as its own sentence. It MUST have both a subject and an action/verb.

A sentence without an independent clause is known as a fragment, and they’re the bane of English teachers with highlighters everywhere.

A dependent clause is a section of writing that does not have both a subject and an action; it does not function as its own sentence.

Now, let’s say you want to combine the two. When joining a dependent clause to an independent clause, the order in which they are placed is crucial to whether you use a comma or not.

When joining a dependent to an independent with the independent clause first, you do not need to use a comma.

When joining a dependent to an independent with the dependent clause first, you MUST use a comma.

Keep in mind that, if one strives for total grammatical perfection, all narrative sentences MUST have an independent clause. This, however, does not apply to dialogue. Human beings do not think about whether what they’re saying is a dependent clause, and neither would the vast majority of fictional characters. Don’t be afraid to break the rules of grammar as long as it’s contained within quotation marks.

Alright, that’s the easy part. Time to learn about joining two independent clauses. It’s semicolon time, baby!

If you join two independent clauses without properly using a comma or a semicolon, it is a run-on sentence. You do not want these in your writing. They’re awkward to read and mess up the flow.

When joining two independent clauses, you can use EITHER a comma or a semicolon. You just need to follow these rules:

If you’re joining two independent clauses with a comma, you MUST use a joining word (and, but, so, etc.) AFTER the comma.

If you’re joining two independent clauses with a semicolon, you do NOT need to use a joining word.

Did you know that a sentence with a comma counts as its own independent clause? This means that you can make a sentence that includes a mix of both without it being a run-on! Just make sure that, no matter what, the semicolon is between two independent clauses.

Still, try not to write more than two clauses in a sentence too often. Sentences with a lot of punctuation are very attention-grabbing, but shouldn’t be overused. Full stops aren’t your enemy and variety is the spice of life.

It’s also important to remember that you should avoid using more than one comma in a clause (with the exception of the rule below). That part loops back to the 'avoiding run-ons' bit.

It’s really that easy!

Commas are also used in informal writing to inject a separate thought or descriptor mid-sentence without breaking the flow by adding a period. This is often used when describing the perspective of a character experiencing something in a story, but not (usually) when using omniscient perspectives.

The final issue I frequently see with commas in fanfiction is in regards to dialogue. Sometimes you end it with them, and sometimes you don’t. What gives?

Well, my friend, the answer is, thankfully, much simpler than the previous section.

When following dialogue with a dialogue tag, use a comma instead of a full stop. If you’re continuing the previous sentence after the tag, use a comma after it as well.

Note that a dialogue tag is a short phrase that identifies the speaker. It isn’t a complete sentence on its own.

When following dialogue with an action that does not serve as a dialogue tag, use a full stop instead of a comma.

Other common problems

This section is dedicated to putting specific grammatical errors into words, along with how to solve them.

Not sticking to the chosen point of view

Always choose your point of view before you start. Is it in the first, second, or third person? Is it omniscient or limited? Does the point of view switch during the story?

First person perspective is told as if the POV character is directly describing their experience to the reader. The character uses I and we to describe their own actions.

Second person perspective is told as if the reader is a character in the story and their actions are being described to them. This is the rarest, and the most difficult to write.

Third person perspective is the most common and the simplest to write. The events of the story are a separate entity from the reader altogether and the narrator uses they/he/she/it pronouns for characters.

Omniscient perspective means the narrator of the story knows all, including the thoughts and feelings of each character.

Limited perspective means the narrator of the story only knows what the POV character knows.

Past and present tense

When you decide between writing a story in past or present tense, it is crucial that you do not switch between them unless it is narratively intentional. Reading a past tense story that mistakenly switches to the present tense is like being pulled out of the room someone is telling a story in and suddenly taking part in it yourself. It’s disorienting and gives the reader unwanted pause.

Overly-long paragraphs

A common adage spread by English teachers is that most paragraphs should be at least eight sentences long. This is great advice for beginner essays. You’re writing fiction.

If you have a new thought, start a new paragraph! A concise and well-read single-sentence paragraph is infinitely better than one that drags a thought for too long. Aim to have a blend of paragraph lengths when you write, alternating between the descriptive and the punctual.

Dangling participles

A dangling participle is when a word is used to describe a noun that isn’t actually present in the sentence. Much like how a sentence without an action isn’t grammatically correct, neither is a sentence without a subject.

Malapropisms

A malapropism is when an author mistakenly uses one word or phrase instead of another similar-sounding one. I’m not about to list every single malapropism ever made, but these are the ones I notice most often:

To comprehend is to understand something, to apprehend is to arrest someone, and to be apprehensive is to be anxious or fearful of something bad happening.

Could care less means you do care. Couldn’t care less means you don’t.

A lot means a large amount of something. Alot isn’t a word and you shouldn’t use it.

The only real solution to using malapropisms is to make sure you fully understand any words you use in your writing. Never guess, and make sure you always google it. Having beta readers also helps.

If you made it this far, congratulations! You now know the most common errors in amateur fiction and how to solve them! Thank you for listening to me complain for two thousand words.

The most important thing to remember is that it’s okay to make mistakes. First drafts are always gonna be a little bad. The real key to success is knowing what your end goal is, and how you plan on achieving it. Here’s hoping this was a helpful tool for that!

Shoutout to @salmonandsoup for helping me think of the list of issues to address! You're a real one. Also shoutout to my mom, who doesn't have Tumblr. Also the third person. You know who you are.

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moonlightazriel · 9 months

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Grown /// Aemond X F!Reader

Summary: You've been around the Targaryen family ever since you were a kid, as your father was their business partner, you were always fond of the second Targaryen son, but he was never nice to you, until he see you again years later.

Warnings: Smut and some cursing words.

Word Count: 2,3K

Notes: I love Grown by Little Mix and i love Aemond, why don't use both on a fanfiction?

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The Targaryens were charming people to be around, something about them was so enticing, that people would do anything to be near them, striking a deal with Viserys? That was the best thing that could happen to a company. So when her father walked through the double glass doors, saying they were partners with the Targaryens now, even at a young age, she knew it meant a good thing for them.

Alicent was immediately happy to have some company for Helaena, as her daughter has always been a little shy and people tend not to include her much. Y/N was also happy to make a new friend, Hel was just a year older than her, but that didn’t stop a friendship from blossoming between the two. Helaena grew even more fond of the other younger girl, when she appeared one day, gifting her a shirt with matching centipedes on it.

So Y/N has been around them ever since she can remember, and as she grew older, her feelings for a certain second-born son started to naturally grow too. She didn’t know what it meant at first but whenever Aemond was around her, she would get so shy, her cheeks flushed red and she would stumble on her words, he thought it was cute, but Y/N was and it would ever be his sister’s best friend.

Whenever she tried to do a nice thing for him, he would politely thank her and run away from her. This made her sad but she always dismissed it as being the way he was. Things took a drastic turn when an accident in school between him and another boy left him scarred for the rest of his life, she didn’t mind the scar on his face, nor the missing eye, she just wanted to be by his side, let him know that she was there for him, no matter what.

It was in one of these attempts to cheer him up, in the gardens of the Red Keep, the age-old estate belonging to House Targaryen, that he shattered her heart. She had excused herself from Helaena’s side and found him by a tree, reading in the sun. The sunlight made his silky white hair glow even brighter.

“Is this a nice book?” She shyly asked, fidgeting with her hands behind her back. His blue eye looked at her, and the bored expression he wore when he looked at her made her shiver, a hole in the pit of her stomach as he watched her, looking her up and down.

“Ahm.” It was the only answer he mumbled to her, if she could go back in time, she would’ve dragged her 15-year-old self away and never looked back.

“I don’t think I have read this one yet.” She cheerfully said, trying to make the conversation less awkward, Aemond sighed and had to hold back the urge to roll his eyes at her. His face contorted into a smirk, his pink tongue wetting his lips before he spoke the words that broke her heart.

"Can you stop following me around? I don’t want you around me, go get lost somewhere, this is never going to happen." The words stung deep within her, her heart splitting in half as Aemond Targaryen got up and turned his back to her, walking away, she didn't understand why he didn't like her when all she did was be nice to him.

Her chest hurt as he ripped her heart out and stomped on it, She only noticed the tears when her mother found her, standing still in the same place in the gardens, the sun making her tears shine the same way they made him glow moments before. Her mother looked at her worried, asking what was wrong, she just mumbled that she wanted to go home.

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The warm breeze of King’s Landing welcomed her. She took a deep breath, she had missed her city, her home, and everything about this place. 4 years ago she had left this place, not wanting to be around Aemond Targaryen anymore, at that time, her parents thought it was a great opportunity to send her to a prestigious private school in Winterfell, the north was a nice place, she made really good friends there, the only person of her old life she ever kept in touch was Hel, who would often visit her in Winterfell or meet her at her family’s vacation home in Dorne.

She spotted the silver hair in the distance, a sunglass hanging on the tip of her nose, and a summer dress filled with sunflowers, that was so Helaena that she almost cried at the sight, rushing to her best friend’s open arms.

“Can’t believe you’re here,” Hel whispered with her face buried in Y/N’s neck. “You’re here to stay, right?” Her eyes were glassy with tears.

“We made a promise that we would go to the same college one day, didn’t we?” She poked Helaena’s belly and she laughed. Hel was a year ahead in college, and as they made their way to Helaena’s convertible, they talked about how college has been for her, and how Y/n was feeling, the Targaryen knew that her brother had fucked up and that being back must’ve been hard for her, which Y/N just shook her head and reassured her that she was fine.

“Since you’re fine, Aeg is throwing a party in his frat house tonight, do you want to come?” Hel looked at her from the top of her glasses, her puppy dog eyes shining in expectancy. Y/N just nodded, turning the volume of the music and screaming the lyrics with the blonde.

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“You will come, now get up and get ready.” Aegon groaned, pulling his arm and making him stand. Aemond sighed.

“Why would I want to go to your stupid frat party?” Aegon had a glint of mischief in his eyes, something that told Aemond things would go really wild tonight.

“This time is special, I just know you wouldn't want to miss it. Now c’mon.” He ushered Aemond towards the bathroom.

15 minutes later Aemond finished spraying the cologne on his body, he was wearing black skinny jeans, some old Valyrian band t-shirt, and his jean jacket. His hair was in a half ponytail behind his back, and his signature eyepatch was in place as he waited for his Uber, if he was going to go out, why not drink a little? And unlike Aegon who loved to drive while he was drunk, and had crushed at least two cars, he enjoyed his safety and always ordered someone to pick him up whenever he was going to drink.

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The party was crowded, as they always were, Aegon was all about going big or going home. He was sipping on some cheap drink, his hands clutched on the red plastic cup, eyeing the crowd, when he spotted another silver head among them, Helaena was walking inside, looking around, she saw him, nodding her head in his direction, her eyes a little wide. She turned her head back, whispering to someone and walking away from him.

He scoffed in annoyance, Helaena would never ignore him, was she mad at him? He got up, sipping the rest of his drink as he followed after her, he found her in the kitchen, pouring some drink into two different cups.

“Are you avoiding me?” He asked and his sister turned her head to him, ready to give him some lame excuse and go away. She wanted to avoid being near him for the sake of her best friend, she didn’t even know he was going to be here. All her efforts were down the drain when she spotted Y/N walking towards them, she was fixing the hem of her dress, not paying attention when she stopped behind Aemond.

“If next time the line is that big, I’ll pee on the bushes outside.” Y/N looked up, smiling openly at Helaena, who looked even paler than she already was. Aemond went completely still, his head turned to the side, that voice was weirdly familiar. Her hair was a bit smaller than he remembered, and she had definitely grown up, her features didn’t have the softness of the early teen years, her features were a little bit sharper now. She was wearing a tight, mini black dress, with long sleeves and a slit on the left thigh, her soft skin exposed for him, lace adorned the edges of her dress, and she was wearing combat boots, making her look slightly taller than he remembered.

“You’re back.” He said, more to convince himself than anything else. She finally noticed him, her smile faltering as she took him in, just as handsome as he had ever been, Her breath got caught in her throat and she felt like a little girl again, stealing glances at him whenever she could and blushing when he caught her staring.

She didn’t say a thing before turning her back and swaying her hips away from him, Helaena following right after with the two cups in her hands. All those years ago, he had mistaken her affection for pure pity for what happened to him, as she saw the whole thing happen firsthand. He knew he was a dick to her back then, but ever since he learned that she was moving away and he wouldn’t have a chance to apologize, he regretted his actions, every fucking day.

He, however, wouldn’t miss the chance now, so he waited for his cue, keeping a close eye on her and Helaena all night, when they split, Y/N went upstairs, he followed after her, spotting her entering the bathroom, he rushed, putting his hand in between the door to keep her from closing it.

“What the fuck Aemond?” She angrily replied.

“I need to talk to you.” He pleaded and she sighed, annoyed.

“If you didn’t notice, it’s not a good time.” She gestured around, but he didn't move. “Alright, wait for me here and we’ll find somewhere to talk, just let me pee, please.” He smiled at her, noticing how her cheeks reddened and she closed the door.

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“So?” She said, standing close to the locked door, they had managed to find an empty room and he had dragged her straight in.

“I wanted to apologize.” He said, and she looked at him surprised. “I should’ve never treated you the way I did, I felt like an idiot for all those years.” She blinked, a couple of tears filling her eyes.

“I liked you, back then, but I never wanted anything more than to be your friend, but you didn’t even allow me that, did you?” He knew she had all the right to be angry at him, but he wasn’t going to give up.

“I know I wronged you, there isn’t a day that I wasn’t reminded of that, you tried to give me your heart and I was a fool to refuse.” He spoke honestly.

“You didn’t even know I existed, didn't even recognized me as a person, so cut the crap, cuz I know that you would do the same again if you had the chance.” He walked closer to her, so close that their chest was touching, and his hand cupped her cheek.

“If I could go back in time, I would punch myself for being an idiot and let you walk away from me.” He said, his head leaning so close to her, his smell so intoxicating that she closed the gap, capturing his soft lips in a searing kiss. His hand roamed around her frame, squeezing her ass.

Aemond gave her an impulse, making her jump on his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist as he walked backward, sitting on the bed while she straddled him. They made out until they were gasping for air. As she took a deep breath, his lips kissed the skin on her collarbone, leaving some purple marks as he went on.

She moved her hips on the growing bulge in his pants, breathing heavily when he pulled her dress down, springing her breasts free and taking one into his mouth while he palmed the other. As her body slightly got up and her hands found the buttons of his pants he stopped his ministrations, looking at her with a half-open eye.

“Are you sure?” He forced himself to ask, afraid he had forced her to do it.

“Positive, sir.” He liked how she spoke, her voice slow and impatient. He nodded and she kept opening his pants, freeing his cock and pushing her panties to the side before she sunk on top of him, taking him in her soaking cunt.

They both moaned with relief, one of his hands found her hips, guiding her movements while hers grabbed the band of his patch, pushing it up, revealing the beautiful sapphire placed there. Aemond held her still for a second.

“It was never pity, it was all out of love.” She whispered, looking at him in the eyes, before kissing the extension of his scar. He almost sobbed, pushing her hips to resume her movements. She bounced on his cock as he sucked her neck, hands clutched to his hair. He slid one hand in between them, playing with her bundle of nerves, nearing her orgasm, she moaned loudly, the music outside muffling her sound.

The knot in her belly grew until she couldn’t bear it anymore, coming with a cry of his name, feeling the bliss as he came right after, filling her to the brim until his seed was leaking from her and straight back to him.

“I’m on the pill.” She warned, her red face looking adorable, he took her in his hands, kissing her on the lips once again. “What do we do now?” Her big eyes met his.

“We clean up, go downstairs cuz Helaena must be freaking out, then we tell her that we’re together, how about that?” She looked at him.

“Sounds great to me.” She answered, kissing him again.

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chronic-escapixt · 5 months

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His Rose ~ Part 4

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, murder, abuse, trauma, dubcon, CNC, smut, daddy kink, dom!kai, p in v, degradation, humiliation, rough sex, age gap, unhealthy!dom/sub dynamics, dacryphilia, fingering, biting, choking, innocence kink, hair pulling, edging, overstimulation, safe word, aftercare, manipulation. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 1.7k

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Their hips rolled together, breathy moans and vocal praises tickling her ear as her nails scraped down his back. Kai would work her over for hours with unyielding stamina until the ecstasy of their cumulative passions mellowed her into post-sex bliss and utter exhaustion. She’d snore softly after drifting off to the sound of his heartbeat while he’d stay up and watch her breathing slow and her body snuggle into his chest for warmth. Completely vulnerable, too easy to wrap his arm around her little neck and squeeze the life out of her but Kai resisted those intrusive thoughts because for his plans, he needed her alive.

He had her trust by playing the “nice guy”. Sure, it was boringly cliché and there was only so much that vanilla sex would do to satisfy his darker urges but he’d be whatever she wanted if it got him out of this hell hole by the next eclipse.

Rose lost track of where she ended and Kai began, his possessive hands always on her body. Following her around like a lost puppy before pulling her close and resting his head on her shoulder, his unspoken way of telling her to hurry up so they could get back to spooning. If they were in the car, he drove with his left hand while his right slipped under the hem of her skirt, fingertips tapping rhythmically on her inner thigh until it drove her crazy. And he loved to grab her ass, enjoying the adorable squeals that escaped her when she was caught off guard.

All alone in the bathroom, she reclined back in the tub, steamy suds relaxing every aching muscle he gave her. She felt naked without him on her body, yet cherished the short periods of privacy she could carve out for herself.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

“Yes, Kai…” She rolled her eyes but couldn’t get too annoyed. He usually came knocking after 20 minutes but this time, at least half an hour passed before his impatience got the best of him.

“Rosyyy… are you almost done? You’ve been in there foreverrr…” he whined through the door.

“I’ll be out soon,” she sighed, sinking deeper into the water.

He groaned dramatically, hesitating before retreating to her room to wait. Plopping down on the bed, he immediately took notice of a dark leatherbound book peeking out from under her pillow. Did she have a secret grimoire, perhaps she was planning to cross him after all and wasn’t as clueless as she seemed? He flipped through the pages, but there weren’t any Latin incantations, just dates and little entries.

He read the first line that caught his eye:

The first time he fucked me, I knew he was holding back, so afraid he’d break me but I was too afraid to let him know I loved the pain.

“No fucking way...” This was too good to be true, just to be sure, he flipped to the end where he found her frilly signature. With confirmation, he eagerly read another passage.

I want him to ruin me. Split me on his cock until I cry and push him away then choke me and fuck into me harder, push my face down and suffocate my sobs in my pillow. I wanna be reminded exactly who I belong to.

Her confessions became more depraved with visceral descriptions of her needs, filthy fantasies contrasting with the adorable way she curled her letters and dotted her I’s with little hearts. He was so focused that he didn’t notice her come in.

“Hey, give me that!” He got up and blocked her attempts to reach her journal with one hand while he read on. “Kai, stop it. You’re invading my privacy!” She bleated. his eyes flashed to her with a stifled laugh.

“Relax, Rosy… you’re the one who left your diary open on the bed. I just came in here to wait for you and I almost sat on it. When I looked down, let’s just say some of the things you wrote were… enlightening.”

Shame broiled her face and tightened her throat but maybe she could lie her way out of this, “I-It’s not mine… I found it…” She squeaked. His brow raised, clearly not buying it. An exasperated sigh left her. "Just give it back, Kai… I need to get dressed because I have laundry to do and I have to start the marinade for the-"

He snapped the book shut, reached out and squished her hot cheeks in his hold, wrenching her face upwards to meet his burning gaze. “Look at me.” Instantly she obeyed, the sudden base in his voice sending a pulse directly to her needy cunt. “Guess what? I know all your little secrets, and you're not going anywhere until you tell me everything. Every kink, every need, I wanna hear it all from your pretty lips.”

In one motion, he released her, ripping the towel from her dripping body, her back hitting the mattress with little effort. His hand snaked up her thigh, fingers meeting her clit, drawing little moans as he rubbed out slow figure 8s.

“I-I didn’t-”

“Don’t deny it.” Two fingers slipped inside her while his eyes returned to the page, flipping through until he found what he was looking for. “... It says here, you want me to ruin you. What do you mean by that?”

“I don’t k-”

Kai grunted and bit down on her earlobe, hard enough to shock her and elicite a ragged whimper from the back of her throat. He released it and growled, “If you lie to me one more time, I’ll flip you over and make your pretty ass all red..” He loved the way that made her quiver, “But you’d like that wouldn’t you?” His warm minty breath fanned across her cheek.

She bit her lip and looked away, so he pinched her clit until she cried out her response, “YES, I’D LIKE THAT!”

“Mm, that’s my kinky girl. Now answer the first question."

“… I-I want you to be rough w-with me,” she stuttered in a small voice.

“Tell me how..”

Rose swallowed down her last bit of pride. “I- I want.. want you to use me… push me on my knees and f-fuck my throat… bend me over and rail me so hard I can’t think straight… want you to pull my hair and bite my shoulder when you.. c-cum inside me...” She continued until he gave a satisfied hum.

“Good girl, see how easy that was?” He cooed, moving to release her hair from its loose bun, allowing the caramel tendrils to messily fall around her face. The sudden tenderness made her dizzy.

He pumped in and out while rolling her clit between his fingers, drawing out one confession after another until her lips parted, eyes blown wide as he dangled her between pleasure and desperation, so tempted to grind her hips and take it, ride his hand to her heart’s content, yet too afraid of the punishment he’d inflict on her if she dared. Arousal soaked the sheets beneath her thighs, he had her right where he wanted her.

“There’s one more thing, isn’t there?” His lips formed a cocky smirk.

“huh…?” She uttered, too overwhelmed to understand.

“C'mon, you know what you want... to be overpowered, held down and punished when you try to struggle… I’d make you take it all at once and you couldn’t do anything to stop me,” he summarized smugly, licking his lips.

“Oh god, you read that part too..” The embarrassment made her want to recoil and disappear in the mattress, her hands raised to cover her face.

He yanked her wrists down. “No, none of that, no hiding. I honestly find it impressive you managed to convince me you’re a vanilla angel when you’re really just a perverted slut.”

Her jaw slackened, the shock of his degradating words biting into her. “Kai-”

“Nuh-uh, that’s not my name. What’s my name, Rosy?” Her melted brain buffered as he took to scissoring her walls apart, preparing her. “What’s my name, hmm?.. the name you wrote on every page…”

Just as she realized, he sped up. “..daADDY!” She yelped as her belly tightened violently.

He removed his digits when she clenched down, chuckling at her little whines and whimpers, cruelly denying her another orgasm.

“Damn right I’m your daddy… but if you insist on being treated like a brainless fucktoy, we should have a.. what do you call it?”

“… a s-safe word?” she uttered.

“Exactly that! How about… ‘eclipse’ ? If you want to stop for whatever reason, just say it and that's your way out, understood?”

She nodded her head slowly but he frowned, not satisfied with her lack of response.

He lifted her chin. “Use your words, princess.”

“Yes daddy,” she mewled sweetly, making his hard cock swell in his shorts.

“Now that we have that sorted out,” he stuffed his slick covered fingers down her throat, stroking her tongue as she keened at the flavor, “I should let you know I’ve been keeping my own secrets, but you wouldn’t have any idea because I’m not a silly girl who writes them down for anyone to read. I know that you hide this part of yourself because you're afraid people will judge you, but I don’t. I want to know everything so I can do all those things to you and more that you couldn’t even think up in your dirty little diary...”

He had her flipped on her stomach and raised her hips, her only warning the rattle of his belt before he slammed into her sensitive core, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. It hurt so good the pain tore a ragged cry from her throat as her tiny cunt struggled to take all of him but he didn’t have to pretend he cared anymore because he knew she loved it, evident by the way she leaked down his balls while holding onto the quilted comforter for dear life.

He yanked her up by the base of her hair. “Isn’t this what you wanted, babe?” He husked. Her response, an indiscernible whine. His tongue darted out to taste the tears that already streaked her pretty face. “Aw baby, did I ruin you already? What a shame, I’m just getting started.”

Holding her by the back of the neck granted him more leverage to pull her into each thrust reaching deeper, pounding her gummy cervix. "Fuckkk.." he groaned.

“Daddy, please,” she sobbed out, walls writhing around him, the intensity rendering her with barely enough strength to reach back and splay her fingers across his lower abdomen, arms turned to jelly just before she could try to push at him.

"Stop that. You practically begged for this," he growled, snatching her wrists in one bruising grip while landing two harsh slaps to her right cheek in a show of dominance. She screamed.

Her juices squelched between their bodies but she was too far gone to feel ashamed. “I know you're close... just let go, cum on my cock, baby... just like that," he whispered, breath hitching as she came on command, her little back arching into him by pure instinct as her brain had long gone gooey. He got off on the control just as much as the feeling of her spasming walls. Strong arms linked around her convulsing body as he fucked her through her release while warding off his own, wanting to prolong her torment a little longer.

He let her top half melt into the mattress, her face buried in the pillow while his powerful hands captured her pelvis, continuing the assault on her battered cunt. She pulled at the bedsheets with white knuckles.

“One more… I know you’ve got it in you.. just one more princess, c'mon, wanna’ feel you cum hard this time.” He groaned through clenched teeth, snapping his hips at just the right angle that had her keen with each thrust. Her cunt hugged him like a slippery glove made just for him. Sweat dripped down his brow and gravely moans escaped his lips as she tightened and creamed around him with a muffled cry.

Her glossy eyes fixated on the ceiling as she regulated her breathing, not blinking yet not at all focused. Kai carefully wiped her down with a damp rag. Her silence made him worry that he’d taken it too far. Hurt her. Scared her, so much she’d never let him touch her again- or at worst, refuse to help him leave. He was desperate to know what she was thinking or at the very least hear her voice to ease his mind.

“Hey Rosy..” he reached down and caressed her soft cheek, “Rosalina?” he whispered softly.

She nestled her face into his palm, the corners of her lips raising weakly as she breathed out.

“Thank you, daddy.”

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em-sars · 11 months

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My Top 10 (actually 9) Dramione Fic Reccemmendations:

I am not a terribly avid reader of angst-filled fics (sorry, Manacled fans). This list will be mostly romcom / fluffy, major slow burns, and Draco POV. I have included a few more serious fics, but they are just so well written / interesting, that they made my list. Without further ado, and in no particular order, my Top 9 Dramione Fics:

1. To one one's surprise, and not being overhyped at all (I'm completely serious), is Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love. This one needs no description due to its popularity, so I will only add to the hype. I have always been a fan of adventure-romance (e.g. Romancing the Stone, Princess Bride, Stardust, Love and Monsters, Shrek, A Knight's Tale, and, not to get repetitive, The Lost City), but this was the first fanfiction I read with such dedication to an interesting, funny, and, at times, suspenseful story. I also love seeing Draco fall first and his unreliable narration in Hermione's feelings for him. I adore the characterization of / relationships between characters (not just Draco and Hermione) as well as the way the author develops the existing magic system. It is definitely a slow burn with misunderstandings. I'm not a big fan of misunderstandings after they are together because I think it's lasy, and I will stop reading it. In this fic, however, the author makes sure that the 'will they won't they' isn't over done.

2. A Cosmology of Blacks, Malfoys, and Assorted Individuals. This one is in process, but updates are consistent, and I am hooked. Draco POV only. Not only does this fic have the best name, it also includes many anecdotes of Black history (particularly focused on Narcissa, Andromeda, and Bellatrix) while also tying in a romance plot. The story begins with Andromeda confronting Narcissa, and the Black family to be reunited. Draco meets Hermione again for the first time post-graduation, but something is wrong with Hermione's magic. They slowly become friends and Draco develops feelings. This one is on the angsty side, but it's nothing dark or war-based. It is decidedly cosy. I absolutely love any fic that casts a parallel between Andromeda and Ted and Draco and Hermione (I also love supportive Harry who compares them to his parents).

3. The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy. This is another popular one that deserves the hype. This one was outside my comfort zone as it is fairly heavy on the angst. BUT I think it is a really imaginative retelling of DH. If you are unfamiliar, the author rewrites the end of HBP wherein Draco accepts Dumbledore's offer of help. He is then forced to accept the protection of people who hate him and whom he hates. This is a true Enemies to Friends to Lovers story. It has a mixed POV. This story is full of mystery, suspense, plot twists, romance, and angst. This is another one that explores the magic system in an interesting way.

4. It Happened in Egypt is another romcom adventure fic. It is funny, mysterious, and action-packed. In this story, Hermione is in Egypt on a 'holiday' and runs into Draco who is drunk and has been robbed (no wallet or wand). As the author says, this fic is a love story to the Nile and Egyptian Mythology. Great for history lovers. And while this story is a relatively quick burn, there is still a major chunk of mutual pining.

5. Scary Partner Privilege is another in progress piece, but it is so creative. It is Draco POV. He and Hermione (a no-nonsense-to-the-point-of-rudeness cop) are paired as elite aurors. Each chapter is a different case like in Brooklyn 99 or other cop shows with the overall plot of their tumble into romance. This Hermione is a complete BAMF, and Draco is a darling.

6. Distance is a split POV fic. Hermione is a new Unspeakable and Draco is an auror who hasn't been given a real case. They end up teaming up to investigate a mysterious magical figurine. Another adventure fic set in the Indus Valley. Such a fun concept. Another one that is a good read for history lovers.

7. Lavender Scones and Second Chances is the final in progress story I have on this list. This story is mostly here for vibes (cosy) because the research that brought them together is more periphery than anything. But it is still a sweet story that I am excited to watch develop.

8. Love and Other Historical Accidents is Jane Austen meets Harry Potter. Hermione and Draco get sent back to the late Georgian / early Regency period in magical Wiltshire. Lots of classic Austen tropes and plot lines. It is an established dynamic between them, and Draco is already in love with Hermione.

9. Soft As It Began is a unique story wherein Harry vanished the day after the Battle of Hogwarts. Almost 5 years later, Hermione, with help from Draco (they are investigative journalists), travels around Europe looking for him. This story plays with the story of The Three Brothers and the Deathly Hallows. I just love all the characterizations in this fic.

#harry potter #fanfic #dramione #dmatmoobil #fic rec

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Get to know your fic writer!

I have emerged from my writing hiatus, but I'm horribly stuck, so this game might be refreshing. :) I am not the author, I stumbled across it and told myself why not.

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Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 7

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

Terrian was standing in a chair changing a light bulb when you reached the first upstairs bedroom. He was wearing jeans and a plaid button-up shirt that clung to his body. His feet were bare, and it was the first time you had ever seen him without his hair pulled back. With his glasses off, lying folded on the bed, and his hair falling across his shoulders, he almost looked like something from the cover of a romance novel. You were surprised that he could be so handsome.

When he noticed you, he jumped down from the chair and grinned, instantly shattering the previous image as he was missing a few front teeth, a result of the attack on the clinic, and suddenly looked very ridiculous. He pulled on his glasses and reached for a package on the bedside table. He reached it to you with a wide smile.

You opened it and reached your hand in, pulling out the pieces one at a time and laying them across the bed. Among them was a short black skirt with white ruffles underneath and a small black top with white lace trim. There were black stockings, white gloves, and a black choker-style necklace.

"Go ahead, try it on!" Terrian said brightly.

You gave him a dirty look. "It's disgusting."

"It's adorable! Didn't you see how cute Anna looked?"

"You're such a pervert,” you said, rolling your eyes at him.

"Oh, come on. Give an old man something pretty to look at while he bides his time."

You frowned. "You're twenty-nine."

Terrian laughed and exited the room, shutting the door behind him. You locked it, then changed into the costume. It really wasn't as bad as you and Anna made it seem. In fact it actually was cute. But complaining endlessly about the uniforms he picked out was just another way to joke around. Another way to keep your minds from thinking about the world around you.

You walked outside, where Terrian and Anna were waiting in the hall. Terrian practically squealed with delight when you emerged, hugging you tightly.

"So what do we have to do?" you asked, shoving Terrian away.

He handed you and Anna each a sheet of paper. "That's your list of chores. Do them together or split up, it's up to you. Just finish it by the end of the day!"

You groaned as you looked over the list. It was huge and full of lengthy tasks. The two of you decided to do the work together, and as you scrubbed down the bathroom walls, you told Anna about Vartan.

Anna dropped the rag she was holding. "So he's staying at your house? Sleeping on your couch?!"

"Yeah."

"And you're okay with that?"

You stopped working. "I don't have much choice, do I? You said it yourself, we owe him big time. He came to me for help. I couldn't just make him leave."

"That's true. But be careful, he's still dangerous."

"He, uh, promised not to do anything to me,” you said.

Anna's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," you replied, "and he explained why half-breeds are such hormonal monsters. Turns out they're not allowed to mate with each other, and they were raised to believe that all humans want is sex."

"Wow. That does explain a lot."

You picked up Anna's rag and reached it to her, then picked your own up and returned to scrubbing the wall. "Anyway, I guess he'll be staying with me for a while."

Anna was still watching you. "Are you falling in love with him?"

You faced her. "Of course not! He's a half-breed!"

"But he's different. Haven't you noticed? He acts almost human."

"Yeah, maybe," you answered, focusing on the wall again. You had noticed, but you were trying not to think too much about it. He could turn on you at any moment, and you’d only be hurt if you’d started to think of him as human.

The day carried on and the two of you worked hard, cleaning and scrubbing and dusting. In the afternoon Terrian called you to the kitchen where he gave you and Anna lunch. You explained the situation with Vartan, and all he had told you, to Terrian.

"You don't seem very surprised," you said when Terrian had little reaction to your story.

He laughed nervously. "Oh, it's very surprising. I just didn't know what to say."

You and Anna looked at each other suspiciously, but then shrugged and returned to your work. You made your way through the upstairs bedrooms, and at the end of the hall came to a set of stairs leading to the third story of Terrian's house. Anna looked over the sheet of paper. "The third floor isn't on the list. I don't think we have to clean it."

"Maybe he just forgot to write it down," you said.

"Or maybe he doesn't want us up there."

You looked at Anna. "Why not? You think he has secrets?"

Both you and Anna stared at each other for a moment before grinning. "Okay, we have to go up there now!" Anna said, starting up the stairs. You glanced back down the hall to make sure Terrian wasn't around, then followed Anna.

The third floor was dark and dusty, and all the doors were shut. They looked as if they'd been closed off for years. You felt a tiny bit guilty for exploring an area he hadn't told you to enter, but then again, he hadn't specifically told you not to go up there either. Suddenly Anna nudged you.

"Look, there's light coming from under that door."

The very last door on the right side of the hall was closed, but indeed there was light visible beneath it. The two of you crept up to the door quietly and pressed your ears against it. You listened for a moment, hearing nothing.

Before another second passed, a feminine voice from the other side of the door said, "Terrian?"

You jumped back, looking at Anna in shock. She wore a similar expression. You nodded to her, and Anna slowly twisted the doorknob. She then flung the door open and both of you peered inside. You gasped, your hands over your mouth.

In a bed in the center of the room laid an incredibly beautiful half-breed. Her hair was auburn, hanging long in soft waves that dangled from the sides of the bed. One eye was aqua blue and the other was so dark brown it seemed black. She was dressed in a pink frilly night gown, something Terrian had obviously chosen. But the horrifying part was that from the knees down, she had no legs. There was an iv hooked up to her right wrist, and she looked frighteningly weak.

Her eyes grew large when she saw you and Anna. She reached a hand toward you, and the two of you shrieked as you dashed out of the room, slamming the door shut behind you. As you ran back to the second floor, you faintly heard a small voice calling for you to wait.

You and Anna stood on the second floor, panting. "Who was that?!" you asked, still unable to get over the shock.

"It was a half-breed, but she looked so weak! Do you think Terrian is holding her prisoner here?"

You shook your head. "No, he's not like that! He always makes excuses for half-breeds. He wouldn't hurt a flea!"

Anna had flopped down into a sitting position on the stairs leading to the first floor. "We think that, but what if we're wrong? What if she's the half-breed who killed his father or something? What if he captured her and he's performing experiments on her to learn about half-breeds and ultimately take revenge?"

Your hands were on the sides of your head, clutching your hair. "And what if, now that we've seen her, he'll kill us to make sure we never tell?!"

Terrian stepped into view at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at them. "What are you girls talking about?"

Anna jumped up and eyed him nervously. "Nothing," she said, "we're not talking about anything."

"Oh? But I thought I heard-"

You took a deep breath. "Anna, we should tell him. She'll tell him anyway if we don't."

Terrian's eyes widened. "She?"

"We saw her," Anna said, looking down.

"Her?" Terrian asked, sweat beads forming on his brow.

"The half-breed," you answered. "The one you keep on the third floor."

Terrian paled and gripped the railing on the stairs. "Oh... God... you really saw her?"

"I'm sorry!" Anna said. "We shouldn't have gone to the third floor without asking you! We promise we won't tell anyone!"

"Yeah, we'll never breathe a word of it to another soul!" you cried.

Terrian suddenly seemed to regain his composure, and he began walking up the stairs, his eyes downcast. "Well, it's too late now. You've seen her."

You and Anna looked at each other in horror, then watched as he approached. You flinched when he reached you, but he simply walked on by, toward the stairs leading to the third floor. He turned to look at you over his shoulder. "Come on up, we'll explain everything."

"We?" you asked.

"Nariah and I.”

You glanced at Anna again before the two of you slowly, cautiously followed him back up the stairs. You ended up back in the room you had found the half-breed in, and she looked up brightly when you entered the room. "Oh, Terrian, so you know they found me," she said.

He nodded, smiling to her. "It's alright. They won't tell anyone about us."

He looked back to you. "This is Nariah," he said, gesturing toward the half-breed. "And Nariah, these are my nurses. Well, maids now."

Nariah smiled. "I'm glad to finally meet you. Terrian has told me so much about you two."

You were stunned. Anna was speechless.

You struggled to find words, finally asking, “Terrian, what is she doing here?"

He sat down on the edge of the bed and took Nariah's hand. The casualness of it all made you feel dizzy. "I found her in an alley two years ago," he began. "A group of half-breeds had torn off her legs and left her there to die. My first instinct was to walk away and pretend I hadn't seen her. One less half-breed to worry about, right? Back then, I was still bitter. But something told me to help her. I secretly brought her to my home and bandaged her wounds. She was unconscious for three days, but when she awoke, she explained her situation."

Nariah took over from there. "I got into an argument with several of my kind, and they called me a traitor. They intended for me to die in the alley, and I feared that if they ever found me alive, they'd immediately kill me. That's why, when Terrian offered to let me stay here with him, I accepted."

"Nariah isn't like other half-breeds," Terrian told you, "Well, she was at first, but over the past two years she's become so much more human than Pagoda. I hardly think of her as a half-breed anymore. To me, she's just a lady who needs caring for."

Nariah smiled up at him, and to you they resembled a couple who had been married for years.

Anna's hands were shaking. "That's why you always defend their behavior," she said accusingly. "That's why you feel more comfortable around them. You've been living with one all this time."

"Anna," Terrian started, but Nariah placed a hand on his arm to stop him.

"Terrian has told me much about you, Anna. He told me you're a strong, courageous girl who has survived many horrors. I don't know the details, but I know you were hurt by my kind. I'm sorry for what you've been through. But Terrian has been hurt by those like me as well. At first, he didn't trust me. I didn't trust him. He only tended to me when it was necessary to keep me alive. But the more we talked, the more we came to understand each other. He has taught me much about humans, and I understand now how wrong I was in the past. Please forgive me. Please forgive Terrian for keeping such a secret."

Anna stared at her, her frown melting slowly away. "No, I'm sorry. It's none of my business anyway."

She turned and left the room. You glanced back at Terrian and Nariah, who looked worried. "I'll talk to her," you told them, heading for the door, "And it was nice to meet you, Nariah."

You made your way through the hallway and down the stairs to the second floor. Sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall was Anna, her face buried in her knees and her body shaking with sobs.

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03/19/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Cryptid Factor; World Exclusive; Rosie; Kristian; Vico; SaveOFMDCrew billboard results; Watch Parties; Newark Newark; Wrecked; Adopt Our Crew Rhys Radness; Fan Spotlight; Podcasts; Radio; Cast Cards; Trends; Articles; Uproar; Love Notes + 1; Daily Darby Tonight's Taika

= Rhys Darby =

Cryptid factor - World Exclusive

So Rhys, Dan, and Buttons revealed never before seen footage by Tchie Kellys from back in 2018 of the Lochness Cryptid!

You can see footage on their Patreon (the full 2hr+ episode)

Edited version of the podcast on Spotify

Short version on Youtube

And of course Rosie's gotta pop in with some snark, I love that woman.

= Kristian Nairn =

Episode 065 of Kristian's music show Spektrum is up on Mixcloud! Mixcloud Link

= Vico Ortiz =

Lots of footage of Vico posted today! I couldnt get the videos to download for some reason-- find them here on their instagram.

Source: Vico Ortiz Instagram

== Stretch Goal Billboard Survey Results ==

The Final Stretch Goal Survey is in...

Hey, crew! The results from the survey on the final stage of our London Ads campaign are in. 🗳️ Almost 94% voted to split the remaining funds between the three billboard fundraiser charities: Mermaids UK, RainbowYOUTH (AoNZ), and Point Foundation (US). 🧜‍♂️🌈

Read the rest here

== Watch Parties ==

= Newark, Newark =

When: Saturday 23rd March @ 7 pm GMT / 3pm EST / 12 pm PST Where: BBC iPlayer, Now TV

Hosted by @lamentus1

Extra Note: The Rhys Darby Faction Discord will be streaming it as well at 5pm GMT / 1 pm EST / 12 pm PST

Watch Party Hashtags:

#NewarkThePlank

#OurFlagMeansDeath

== Wrecked ==

Season 3 watch from March 18th to March 22nd.

Times will be 10pm GMT / 5pm EST / 4pm CST / 2pm PST. Watch two episodes per day. Episodes are 21-22 minutes each. Use the following Saturday for the tags/watch if interested but not able to make this time.

Hashtags:

#WreckedPirates

#SaveOFMD

#RhysDarbyFaction

== Adopt Our Crew Rhys Radness ==

Another day of the Rhys Radness brackets by @adoptourcrew on twitter! Some tough decisions to be made.

Yesterday Jemaine decided to share the Steve vs Murray vote! Sorry Jemaine! Steve won out.

Today Luke Higginson (Writer, Director, and Editor of 'Relax I'm From The Future' ) also tried to campaign for Casper!!

Then even @bluefox_enterainment (the distributor of Relax I'm From The Future and Uproar!) also campaigned for Casper! We'll see what happens tonight!

== Fan Spotlight ==

Never Left - Podcast

Another episode of Never Left - an Our Flag Means Death Podcast is out! -- featuring one of our lovely #RhysDarbyFaction members, @TazManiaZania! Part 2 to Beautiful Princess Disorder.

Our Flag Means Fanfiction - Podcast

Our lovely friends over at @OurFlagMeansFanficion have another episode out! 'For this week’s episode, LoopyDangerFrog, also known as Katie, has granted us permission to share her narration of The Thoroughly and Entirely (Im)Proper Cuddling of Edward Teach by queenbee42. Katie’s narration is just SO GOOD. The emotion. The feeling… This is why she’s one of the best narrators out there.' - @OurFlagMeansFanfiction

= Amanda Beezer =

Tomorrow, our crewmate Amanda (Beezer Bee) will be chatting about #OurFlagMeansDeath on a local radio station 88.9 FM WMCX (March 20) at 2:30pm EST/6pm GMT! Check out Her Twitter for more info! You can listen here: https://www.radio.net/s/wmcx

= Cast Cards =

Our crewmate @melvisik is really hitting all the cast members! Today is Tim Heidecker aka Doug!

== Trends ==

Thank you @indarltonitrust on twitter for catching this!

== Articles ==

Really wonderful article that actually talks a bit about being on set with OFMD. Please give it a read!

= Uproar =

Your requests are working (maybe? Idk if they were gonna do this anyway, but I'm claiming it as us, whatever)! Sounds like there are some additional locations coming soon 👀

== YouWear50Well ==

Early reminder! The 21st is Rhys' Birthday! Since it'll be the 21st for some crew members earlier than others, @yronnia was kind enough to give us information early regarding the 50th birthday news!Please be sure to Post your birthday wishes to Rhys and show him your appreciation! Send your fanart and other creations using #YouWear50Well. Please Note: Please do not tag Rhys repeatedly! He's going to be getting a lot of notifications. Even just having notifications under #YouWear50Well will help keep everything visible :)

== Kudoboards closing soon =

Last chance! Thank you to @sharpenyersword on Twitter for setting up ALL THE KUDOBOARDS! Rhys' birthday kudoboard will close on the 20th, the rest will close on the 22nd.

Go send the cast and crew some love folks!

Rhys Darby's Birthday

David Jenkins

Nathan Foad

Con O'Neill

Ruibo Qian

Leslie F*cking Jones!

Matthew Maher

Vico Ortiz

Samson Kayo

Alex "Ass Tonight" Sherman!

David Fane

Kristian "Wee John Wednesdays" Nairn!

Samba "BTS and Baking King" Schutte!

Fellow OFMD Fan Crew!

= Love Notes =

Hey Lovelies. Been a lot of excitement today, certainly a lot going on! Rhys' birthday week, actual footage of something in Lochness, podcasts, billboards and movies, oh my! I know some of us are struggling a bit with some personal stuff, it's a hard time out there. It hits harder too when you get all this fun dopamine from the internet, then you turn around and look back at normal life and things are tough. Remember to be kind to yourself lovelies. Things aren't always going to go the way you plan or want. It's okay if you can't get out of bed today. It's okay if you scroll on your phone and get your dopamine from goofy ass pictures of celebrities. It's okay if you get up and you brush your teeth, but just can't make your breakfast. Eat something simple. Drink some water, lay down for a while. Little things build to big things. If you can't do laundry today because you don't have the spoons/motivation, then don't do laundry today. Just remember to change your underwear if you have some clean ones cause you don't wanna get a UTI. If all you can do today is exist, you're doing great. You're doing better than great, you're fantastic. Tomorrow you can do a little bit more, or a little less, depending on what you need. Just be kind to yourself and give yourself grace; the world is hard enough as it is, you don't need to beat yourself up for struggling with very real issues. Thank you all for making the past few weeks tolerable, I appreciate that so much. It's keeping my brain chemistry in a spot that's healthier than is used to be. I hope you all know just how wonderful you truly are, and that me and the rest of the crew are rooting for you every day. We're here, we love you <3 Stay well.

= Love Notes Cont'd =

= Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika =

Tonight's theme is these two being goofy MFs.

Darby Courtesy of @kiwistede

Taika Courtesy of I don't actually know I'm sorry (I found it in my taika folder and normally I name them but this didnt have one)! Please claim it!

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zein-satsuki · 2 years

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Anthony (Angel Dust) X Top Male Reader

Hazbin hotel FanFiction contains Hella lot of smut and violence. Little small fluff to dear little Antsy (Anthony).

Not my art

"Remember little pumpkin pie, whenever I'm not by your side and you need a little company, just call out to me and I'll be there in split seconds."

"Really?"

"Yes my little baby I'll always be by your side."

3rd pov

M/N is always a weird kid. Oddly too quiet unlike the other children, far too obedient and thoughtful for the adults' taste. But when he get thrown the job to take care of the other children while his family is on vacation or some business dinner, he never complained about anything. In fact, he did it perfectly so with the convenience, his parents never thought of anything abnormal.

His younger sisters and brothers are just like any normal kid, annoying and noisy, but when M/N's around with them, they are strangely more quiet. His words has always worked better than his parents.

Well this eventually spiked their interest since it's Italian's most prized possession, their family relationship. So they relieve some of their time off the busy schedule of work and eventually started hanging around the house more. However they never get to be close with M/N since it's already too late and pass his childhood. His attitude's already shaped, peculiarities thrown to the back of his parents mind due to the other children to take care of.

Even with the burden of his schoolwork and family young 'uns he's still happy and optimistic with everything because of a friend he had in school Lorenzo. Lorenzo was a positive influence on him always being hyperactive and kind. However his curiosity always gets the best of him and that's how M/N get to befriend him. He was curious of the quiet boy sitting in the corner and went up to talk to him and get to know him more. Lorenzo always fight against the injustice treatment M/N gets at his household but M/N never blamed his parents for anything so he always dismiss such with some jokes or other things he in-store that's sure to attract the said male's attention.

They would go out and have parties together and have sleepovers at each others, talk on the phone till sleep and talk about love interest. They even tried watching porn together and that's how M/N found out he's more attracted to boys. It's like finding out a whole another world for Lorenzo asking M/N many stupid questions like did M/N secretly has feelings for him or things like does he want to be a girl only to get thrown pillows to the face to shut him up.

But when M/N's alone he thought about all those things and note to himself he definitely has no feelings for his weird ass bestie and doesn't wish to become a girl. Guess he's just attracted to guys more. And because of the low on EQ he told his parents about it. They were totally disgusted and ignored M/N like he doesn't exist secretly contacting mental doctors for him.

When they found one, let's just say it wasn't a good time. A terrifying one that's run by illegal association. M/N's parents just left him there for years only visiting when it's time for the so called medical fees. It was just pure torture having all the needles and pain of testing new stuff on him getting him sick and always strapped onto the bed to avoid him escaping. M/N endured it all, slowly getting a bit crazy in the inside. But he kept himself in, just for the slimmest chance of escaping. Then, he found one, one of the boss's kid, Anthony.

Remember that the first time they look eye to eye, M/N immediately knowing he's the one and just turn his gaze away afraid of scaring the youngster. While Anthony is just having a fit with his father's homophobic ass and tears hanging a little by his eyes with curses spilling out of his mouth. He is just looking for another sicko to yell at till he saw M/N, the tied up handsome in the cell that's spacing out. He's the type he likes the most, the reverse triangle shaped body and that face, especially that manly ass face definitely his type.

Anthony: Hey, what's a cutie like you doing here~

Then he noticed where he's at.

Anthony: Oh I'm gonna kill those fuckers for messing with ya...

M/N: Don't, you don't want to mess with them. I...I don't want them to hurt you.

The voice and the caring he had for him absolutely nailed Anthony in as he squeezed happily in his heart and just got more determined to save this one outta hell.

Anthony: Don't worry belloissimo, it's no biggie. Besides, I'd rather have you by my side than knowing that fucker (his father) doing something to ya and doing nothing!

M/N: It's fine, really. I don't blame you.

Anthony: No it's not! Okay? End of discussion!

M/N: Listen um...

Anthony: The name's Anthony. What about yours bell'uomo?

M/N: Hehehe... I'm M/N but you're free to call me anything you want.

Anthony: Then I'll keep with the nicknames then muscoli.

M/N: Heh, I'm not that fit.

Anthony: Ya kiddin'? Ya da buffest I seen around!

M/N: You flatter me. I'm not that good.

Anthony: But that you are, I just need to get you out here to look for yourself!

M/N: Yeah about that. I still wish that you don't do something, please.

Anthony: But...

M/N: Believe me, I have a plan...

He got disturbed by the far away yell upstairs as it frightened both of them.

Arackniss: Hurry the fuck up gay bitch! You're getting us late again with your crap!

Anthony: Oh shut the crap up will ya! I'm coming! (In yell) I'll come back to ya when I can sugar (in normal).

With that Anthony left in a hurry not without looking back a few times with worry present on his face. M/N just smiled and mouth to him a "I'll wait for you" as he watch till he completely descend through the door. Thinking back to his plan, he decided to postpone it a little to reconstruct it better so that he can take Anthony with him, since he clearly isn't enjoying it here too. He didn't miss the tears Anthony had when he was coming in.

It is his first objective to keep Anthony safe from every parts of his escapist. He waited patiently and acted numb to all the experiments like a lifeless being for the guards to loosen up. Day by day and finally he had all the things needed. Anthony came by as promised by the 15th of every month and this is the fifth time they're meeting.

M/N broke the straps off with the knife Anthony slipped him and used the identity card he stole from a guard to unlock the bomb he had on his neck. Then he got out the keys from the guards slowly unlocking the doors and closing it. It's night time so no one's really awake on the watch. He walked cautiously to the exit and met up with Anthony by the walls. When he saw him he immediately rush up to hug the guy. Anthony being as emotional too hugged back and they stayed for a few seconds before finally using the rope to climb out. Looking back at the prison one last time before getting called by Anthony.

Anthony: What's keepin ya hun? We gotta roll.

M/N: Coming Antsy!

He proceeded to hop off and opened his arms to catch his falling sweetheart Antsy. Anthony fall straight into his arms with an excited squeal and is starting to be touchy of his other parts too, like the packed chest he dreamt at night and craved to touch for so long.

Anthony: I've always wondered how these pieces of meat feels~

M/N: Well, is it to your expectations?

Anthony: Yup, absolutely muscoli, last time I checked. Hehehe... Come on let's get going mmf...

M/N closed in for a kiss with his tongues reaching in. Angel gone real red after and is just holding onto his burning face and sitting in silence at the back with his eyes seeming to be in a daze. M/N just chuckled and helped him buckle his seatbelt up. He him with his 'prisoner' coat while changing into regular ones himself. Then, he drove all the way to another country which isn't under the influence of Anthony's dad. By the time he reach there he's already tired the hell out, but looking back at Anthony that is chirping happily made him feel all the burden are lift off in a second.

They crash at a hotel nearby. By the time they're done, both are tired from the long journey across country and snuggle up in bed together. This is the first time they've been together without the bars between and yet they are already treating each other like the candy in their eyes. Nicknames is a natural thing along the drive to get here too. So...

M/N: Goodnight my dear Antsy.

Anthony: Good night N/N, (cute yawn)

Anthony's cute yawn just made the H/C haired male chuckle as he go in for another kiss causing another tomato faced blond. Snuggled in each other's arms, they sleep the night away with smiles on their faces.

In a flash it's already the morning. Anthony grunted from the rays of the sun and his hand searching for a certain warmth out of instinct. When he didn't find anything, he shot up straight looking around the room. No sign of M/N and this unfamiliar hotel. He panicked a little think the great escape is just all dream of his. His old habit of hair pulling from distressed started showing before a certain someone came in with a tray of breakfast.

M/N: Good morning sunshine! I brought you breakfast in bed.

Before he had the time to place it down the table side he was jumped and hugged by the blonde but the breakfast is still safely secured by his other hand. Proceeding to place the tray down he hoisted the male up earning a cute yelp from the boy and walk towards the bed. Caressing him gently and whispering sweet things in his ear to calm him down.

M/N: Remember little pumpkin pie, whenever I'm not by your side and you need a little company, just call out to me and I'll be there in split seconds.

Anthony: Really?

M/N: Yes my little baby I'll always be by your side.

Then the cuddly group move to the bed. M/N place the tray in Anthony's knee. He kiss the male on the cheeks again making him chuckle and return the kiss to his lips. It was just a really cute moment both of them enjoy really much.

Anthony: So, what's the plan?

M/N: Well, don't worry your pretty little head about it. Just know that I'll always have enough to support you for anything you want.

Anthony: But N/N, I want to help too! Please please please~

The puppy eyes specialty shone and struck M/N down immediately as he gave in. He never wanted Anthony to come out since gay is something that is still not accepted for this century and Anthony is just not that good at hiding it meaning he'll hurt himself if M/N's not careful enough.

M/N: Hm... How about the dance career you liked so much? And maybe being a model for fashion shows in the mean time?

Anthony: How's that gonna even help?

M/N: Well, there's a lot. You can boost my career ratings and help me advertise my things with your future popularity.

Then M/N just got pounce on again by the clearly excited and happy blonde loving the idea of it. Then just as M/N promised he spent the first bucket of money he got, all on Anthony's career with the dance instructor and the media sosial managing account to prevent any sort of toxic people from the future.

Despite the great development in both their work, they still had some troubles to deal with in certain times. Anthony with the pain and soreness from the practices and M/N from the high pressure of his large amount of work. M/N always helps him apply cream through his sore spots and Anthony offering his warm cuddles and funny jokes to lift M/N's spirit.

Sometimes these soft sessions ended up in steamy and smexy ones even though none of them had experience in this, they both went through some embarrassment of asking someone in the club and Anthony almost getting harassed if it weren't for M/N nearby. So the first sex session went on with a little bit of pain but enjoyable none the less and the other session just get better and better.

Anthony is addicted to the pleasure M/N brought him, the feeling of his hubby's cock snuggled up deeply in his prostate and his bigger and warm hands fisting Anthony's cock just made him feel so blessed to have him as his boyfriend. The cute and erotic face Anthony makes every time they had their little make out session together always makes M/N crazy for him and it'll ended up as a full sex session. Sometimes when both are too tired but still like the warmth of each other close up, cockwarming comes in handy. M/N stuffing his cock in gently to prevent hurting him as they nestle in the big comfy bed together. Or when M/N is busy working on his computer, Angel will be sitting between his feet sucking him off many many times.

Sometimes little harmless pranks played by Anthony with his work outfit gone missing or his breakfast booby trapped by spider candies. Sometimes it'll gone to teasing in bed or work (like dancing on the pole and a lap dance or purposely bending down to show his curves) ending up in an overstimulated Anthony later that requires a break day and a whole lot of aftercare containing cuddles and kisses. M/N never minded his jokes, unless it's cheating with others but knowing Anthony he'll never do something like that. After all, no one is able to overtake M/N in his heart.

Ten years passed and Anthony became the biggest hits of all knowing almost every dance in the world, you name it and he'll show it. M/N got affiliated by the gangs stuff because of Anthony's father finding their presence from the big hit of Anthony. He managed to crash the mafia family and climb to the top of the ring. M/N proposed to Anthony with cute animals around totally drowning him in tears as he squealed yes and yes over and over. The marriage was arranged and they got married with Anthony wearing a pink gown and M/N wearing a pink tuxedo just to suit Anthony's liking.

They became the happiest couple among their friends and almost every single one of them are envious of them. But do they care, nope!

World war II breaks out and everyone is in panic mode. M/N had to go into hide with Anthony always having armed men around them to prevent any sort of danger. But just as Anthony was having a drink off with his dear husband a gun was aimed at him and terror and agony happened in split second. Let's just say furious M/N is a living demon and no one would wanna mess with him.

M/N: You'll be okay, Antsy. I know you will.

Mumbling it over and over while waiting outside the emergency room. When the news about Anthony needing a heart to survive M/N offered his in instance just hoping he'll be in time to save his sweetheart without thinking if he himself is gonna survive through this. He disbanded his gang and left a large sum of money in Anthony's possession leaving all to his trusted secretary and moving onto the operating table not before leaving a message for his dear baby.

By the time all things have been done, Anthony woke up three days later to find himself unable to get up due to the numbness of the paralysis. Then he realised M/N wasn't beside him and look around to see his secretary standing beside.

Anthony: Tell me, where's my cuddly big bear?

Anthony was sure he could get an answer put of him quick but when he sees the man looking away a pang of insecurity rush up to him as he struggled to get up immediately aided by the secretary and he pulled the collar of the man once again with menace in his eyes.

Anthony: Tell me where the fuck is he!!!!

Secretary: sigh* Was gonna wait till you're better but... Guess boss was right after all.

He gave Anthony the recorder and left the room to give him some privacy. Anthony wanting to know about his husband whereabouts played it and a pang of relief wash over him.

(Recorder)

M/N: Test, test one two three. Hehe, never think I'll get to use this. Hello my precious, I'm sorry not being by your side. I just got a little bit of trouble in hand right now. Sorry for not bringing you along, but I promise with the monthly recordings to you alright? Just remember to stay happy like the little ball of sunshine you are. I promise I'll get back to you the second I'm free. And remember, I'll always be by your side physically or mentally. Goodbye my love.

Anthony kissed the recorder and hugged it tightly playing it over and over again already missing his dearie. He went to sleep everyday bathed in the sound of his dear husband and the feeling of missing him grew stronger and stronger every passing time. He got well and left the hospital eventually. Sending a lot of selfies and erotic pics to his husband through his secretary seducing the man and expecting to receive the recordings every month pass by.

But after a year of this, he got tired of just getting to hear his voice, he wanted his husband to be by his side so he started nagging the secretary about his whereabouts only to get avoided and excuses like M/N is still very busy and such. Then he got suspicious so he demanded for his husband and threatened him with a gun. He got his question answered and a box full of recordings. He couldn't believe it breaking down and shaking the man in front of him begging for him to tell him it's a joke only to have the man look away from him.

After that, he locked himself in his room for days without food or water crying himself to sleep and listening to all the recordings over and over again. And he noticed the love and care in the voice and the sorrow hidden so deep that made him into a tear filled mess again. Even though he's dragged out of his room by Molly his sister being fed and watered by her, things are still different from before. His eyes are always empty and sorrow filled getting glum and more glum suddenly falling sick. Then he was introduced to drugs by his dear comrades. It felt like heaven and hallucinations of M/N still by his side made him well again, but after the effects all was gone and he hated it, so his room was always filled with drugs.

In the year of 1945, the famous artist loved by everyone dead by the overdose of angel dust and donated all his money to the charity of animals. People mourned for his death since he is the star of many by heart and they made the death of his day another holiday just out of respect. His sister was devastated the most, blaming herself for Anthony's death. She left the sorrowful mansion after her brother's funeral for a tour around the world to help other depressed ones like Anthony. The secretary buried the married couple together and left the miserable mansion too.

Winding back to when M/N died...

Opening his eyes to feel the radiating heat and red coloured everywhere place and whole lot of scary creatures. Feeling like it was a dream he attempt to close his eyes back up before getting pushed by the one behind him to usher him forwards the line of reception into hell.

From his many experiences, he decided to obey first and look around to absorb more details as possible. When it's finally his turn he got his sins reported to him and a manual about how things go in hell. He was led to a big palace afterwards by an imp that bowed respectfully.

Then he met the fallen angel Lucifer and his respectful wife Lilith. Demonic and wonderful couple may M/N say. Seeing as they are the higher ups, M/N bowed to them and introduce himself.

M/N: Honoured to meet you, your majesty.

Lucifer: Hoho, no need for the formalities M/N, I'm Lucifer and this is my wife Lilith. I've had my eyes on you ever since you've nailed that world war. Just absolutely fascinating!!!

M/N: ...

Still thinking this was a sort of dream, M/N just got shocked by the straightforwardness of the king in his imagination his mind just went blank.

Lilith: Darling, I think you traumatised him a bit too much.

Lucifer: Oh, sorry. Just haven't met someone so strong from the human world for so long after that radio demon.

M/N: 'Hm? Demon world huh? Guess I'm still dreaming. ' What's the purpose of your call, my majesty.

Lucifer: Like I said quit with the formalities, I'm hiring you to be my guard. In exchange for a wish, anything you want dear, you could have it.

M/N: Is there a contract?

Lucifer: Ooh, just as I imagined cautious and charming.

Lilith: Darling~

Lucifer: On it deary.

A snap of a finger a demon fire appeared in the palm of Lucifer's hand as it smile evilly before presenting the piece of parchment with a pen and bottle of ink.

M/N read through the details and found it exactly respecting his boundaries and just a special condition of appearing whenever Lucifer calls. He nods agreeing to the deal not before scanning through it one last time at the back to prevent scam and signed the contract. Just as he was about to sign one certain blonde came up to his mind and he stopped, causing a frustrated sigh from Lucifer.

Lucifer: What seems to be the problem dear? Is the contract not suiting your taste?

M/N: No, not with the contract, just for the wish. Is the wish not restricted to anything at all?

Lucifer: Not if you wanted a raid to the heavens even if I want to do myself.

M/N: So restricted within hell huh?

Lucifer: Like your words yes darling.

M/N: Since you overlooked my life so much could you just help me lookout for my lover. just if he's in hell. 'I'm sure he will go to heaven, but just in case, I don't want this dirt hole to taint his soul anymore.'

Lucifer: Oh, that ravishing lover of yours! His whole family's down here like a spider colony you know. They'll probably want to recruit him too.

M/N: Then I'll just send them to double hell.

Lucifer: Hahaha, I like your thinking, you're indeed the one I'm looking for. But a certain overlord wants this soul too and he promised me a lot of goodies. You think you can manage enough in time?

M/N: I could help you fend off others that are uncontrollable and you can add in one more condition free as you please.

Lucifer: And that's what I'm looking for. Just another one...hm...done.

Lilith: Are you serious Luci dear? Help out with your paperwork?

Lucifer: Those overlords are too damn stupid giving me lots to sign and it's ruining our date too much!

Lilith: I literally can't with you.

Lucifer: Oh, you know you love me~ Could you sign and get out now, we'll be busy with you know? Time's ticking dear.

M/N signed the contract and and left with a bow while the parchment descend into the flames again sealing the deal off. He exits the palace and already received the large amount of cash by the king of hell.

He settled down and acted innocent from the gazes of the other forces just because he want to concentrate fully on his wrath project against the spider family. About the work with Lucifer, even though he helped with the paperwork (examined by the king a few times before completely leaving him his work) there are still a lot of work needed to be completed by the king himself. Lucifer having a fit with the small amount of work while Lilith eyeing for the H/C haired demon to go.

After enough info about the family he started his 2nd hell project destroying the whole family with his pet spider putting them into another loop. Seeing Stacy gobbled them up I gave her a pat on the head and a tint of my power as a treat for her great work before sending her back to my pocket space. I left before getting noticed by anyone since I made sure to place a sound containing barrier all over the mansion before I started my plan. Some demons caught on to the sudden missing family and decided it's a good chance to raid the empty mansion.

Well, M/N's not the kind of guy to leave goodies behind. He gathered his old followers that died from the world war and recruited them into his new opened company about star business. Yes he's picking up his old career of nourishing stars and dancer groups. M/N only accepted certain amount of people leaving the others for Valentino and Vox for their career too. Getting treated like normal in this hell hole sure isn't easy, but working under M/N, he ensures everything is under his control and none of his workers are harassed by other demons. This leaves some space for the demons to relax and act like how they're when they're alive.

M/N didn't have hell aboriginals working for him since humans know more about human cultures. His movies were a blast and nearly every demon waited in front of the TV just to wait for his show to air. Even the head of the goetia family Paimon pays him a visit to urge for another episode of R/N (random name) movie, with an exchange of a book of enormous knowledge for one day. Which he forgot was even in M/N's possession afterwards so M/N still has it.

M/N's workers are protected with the seal of the contract so whenever it's extermination day, they could still wander about freely without worrying about the exterminators. He made deals with the angels too, airing his movies in heaven only showcasing kids friendly content of course. Then finally come the day the radio demon got bored of his killing, he paid a visit to M/N's wanting to stir up some fun just to get restricted by the black panther demon almost taming him since he is an animal himself.

He got extremely furious and went all out with the shadows and tentacles just to fail miserably since all those are related to living beings and tamed under the power of M/N. Never having such a failure before, made the demon feel agony and fear making him hide into his shadow. M/N calmed him down and promised to make a deal with him only if he will never stir disturbance in his industry. Alastor agreed of course, he doesn't really have a choice to begin with. They started hanging out, M/N even introduced him to Husk the cat demon thinking they'll be great friends.

M/N waited for a very long time, not gaining any trace of Anthony. He's been numbing himself with work and alcohol just to get the hallucinations of having Anthony by his side again. Alastor and Husk were worried about him, but still had no power to do anything about the living world. They could only accompany the guy getting drunk together and having guys' nights out together. Mostly Husk having fun since Alastor is asexual and M/N is only interested in his hubby.

Even though Alastor was handling himself perfectly on the outside, M/N still sees through his mask and proceed to comfort him slowly relieving off his pain and grudge on his dark history.

This enables the scars to finally heal bit by bit enlightening both M/N and Alastor greatly while Alastor give his first ever body contact opportunity to M/N hugging him tightly and thanking him for all the things he did for him. M/N just lets out a relief sigh and rub his back gently as he cared for the demon even more in the future. M/N's care for the demons around him spiked his popularity to the top and this got into the princess's ear stimulating a thought of a certain hotel to pass through her mind.

Even though M/N wishes for the blonde to be my his side, he still wish he could be in heaven. He already made a deal with the angels to let his darling visit him once a month if he did ever went up there.

And finally the year of 1947, the death of the one he cared so much for. However the receptionist didn't get to inform M/N due to the name Anthony used for signing in, Angel Dust. Angel is craving drugs more than ever but he didn't have the money, then Valentino saw his body and the potential of the spider demon becoming a porn star. He baited him into selling his soul to him as he pay all his drug money. Angel still craving the hallucinations of his husband provided by the drug agreed to the contract.

Immediately regretting afterwards with the rough treatment of Valentino at his porn studio but the fame showering him again reminding him about M/N just left him dunked deeper into it until Valentino attempt to rape him. Sure he dances at the studio and gains fame, but he hadn't had sex with anyone other than his husband as he is only cock craved for M/N and M/N only and now this random demon wanting to rape him? No way. He punched Valentino in the face and move to get to the car door just to get slam back by Valentino that's furious by Angel defying his order. He ripped off Angel's stripper outfit and strap him down to the seats, cock placing at the entrance of the virgin hole attempting to go in raw.

Angel filled with despair remembering back to the words of his love and decided to give it a try.

Angel: M/N!!!!!!!!!!!!

He screamed in fear tears streaking his face as Valentino got surprised and frightened by the name of the powerful demon being called upon. He immediately covered Angel's mouth to stop him from summoning the demon. Then he realised something. Taking the picture out from his pocket and aiming at Angel a few times before horror filled his face absolutely. But it was already too late, the moment M/N heard the familiar as hell voice he miss oh so much he immediately apparated to the location to see Val's car? Oh hell no!

The car door torn down as it frightened both the demon in the car. Taking in the familiar scent and hearing the sobs as well as seeing the tears drained face are just as enough to put the man on edge. M/N put on his smile for his dear as he proceed to carry him with his coat wrapped all around his baby putting a small barrier to prevent the violence being seen or heard by the fluffy spider.

M/N: It's okay, deary. Your big bad muscoli is here for you now. Get some sleep my dear baby spider.

Gently ruffling the small fluff to sleep he turned his attention back to the tied up and gagged moth demon with special kind of materials preventing any use of power. Muffled pleases and begging could be heard as cold shine from M/N's eyes while his smile turning into a sinister yet dangerous one.

M/N: Oh dear little Val, hope you have it in you to endure the heat season of my dear pets. Hahahahhahahaha

Ignoring the pleads and looks from the demon he just threw him straight into the space and activated the strong drug stimulating every one of his pet's sexual desires while placing an undying charm on the moth demon.

Then, he teleported both of them back to his room straight away. He wanted to deal with all the photos and destroy every single demon that ever layed eyes upon his sweetheart before but the the fluff hugging him made him decide against it. He changed Angel into some comfy clothes and spoon him with his long tail wrapping around Angel's legs. Healing all the wounds and sore spots of his pink spider, he leaves a kiss on his forehead finally drifting off to Dreamland with his beloved.

After so many years of not having his beloved by his side, sleep didn't seem to be important unless he's drunk, knocked out by Al or get too exhausted to continue work. Finally getting the usual warmth and scent he craved so fucking much, he was knocked out immediately in deep rest consumed by the warmth Angel provides for him.

Angel must be really stressed from the work he had and he woke up late again. And M/N carried him all the way to the sofa facing the kitchen so he wouldn't panic when he wake up. He'll see M/N straight away. When M/N was done with the Italian breakfast, he felt three sets of fluffy arms wrap around his body engulfing him into more fluff. Taking in a deep breath of his lover's scent, M/N turn around to hug his beloved and clean his eyes off the new formed tears.

M/N: I'm sorry for not finding you earlier. I'm sorry for leaving you so soon. But my angel, I'll always love you forever and ever, even if it means not being beside you.

Angel: You stupid dumb dumb! Leaving me alone on the living world like that! Why can't you just take me... with you....

Sobs broke down as Angel feel the helplessness again but this time getting his hubby to embrace him and shower him with loving kisses.

M/N: I'm sorry, guess I shouldn't assume what's best for you.

Angel: You asshole!

M/N: I'll never do it again, I promise.

Angel: Hmph!

M/N: Aw, Angel! Please baby I said I'm really sorry. Please?

Angel: kiss on forehead* Only for this time, I forgive you, but no next time.

M/N: Yes my little wifey.

Feeding and brushing the spider, he tickles him softly through the same sensitive spot making the latter laugh and snuck his arms up to M/N's body wanting to tickle him back. Then M/N took this opportunity to check him up fully to find his soul... contracted... He was gonna release Valentino after a day but he just proved to him one day wasn't enough.

He didn't mention anything to his lover though having him cuddle with him as they speak on and on about their day without each other and how they miss each other very much embracing each other tightly yet again at the aforementioned. M/N finally took some day off from work to take Angel out on dates and introduce him to his friends.

If it wasn't for Vox paying M/N a visit crying and begging him to return Valentino, he'd forgotten about the moth demon completely. Returning the broke demon back to the TV demon, M/N hinted to take care of him in his vulnerable state and make him unable to leave his side. Vox is furious with the state of the weakened demon but can't help to like the idea of M/N.

Angel: Oh baby~ can you help me with my zipper?

M/N: You can get going now Vox. Oh, wait a second.

M/N walked closer to them making Vox take a step back, M/N just sighed and with a wave of his finger the contract of Angel's soul flew into his hands. A whiff of flame burnt it down to dust and he swipe the dust off his hands. Along with the charm breaking and healing off all the wounds.

Angel: N/N?

M/N: Coming!

He waved for them to get going as he went back inside his room to find Angel in one of the dress gown and a wig he collected for him. Fully pink and showing the curves of his body. Admiring his lover's beauty a little before walking up to him to pull up the zippers carefully not entangling with any of Angel's fur.

Angel: Well, like what you see big guy?

M/N: Yes absolutely. You're always enticing and ravishing my love.

He wanted to kiss Angel but got stopped by the spider hands holding him back.

Angel: Nuh uh babe, I just had my make up on not having you ruining it again.

M/N: But Angel~

Angel: Nope, not happening. We can smooch and cuddle all we want when we get back.

M/N: Fine then mmf...

Angel: Well a little peck should cool you off a little.

Angel sashayed away leaving the stunned male behind. Their life so far had been amazing, M/N didn't let him go to work anymore since they are already wealthy enough, just taking the spider to all sorts of dancing studios to dance together or going out to have a fun of shooting and destroying things with her bestie Cherry Bomb. But today is a special day. M/N brought him to a fancy restaurant, having all their friends at the back, they ate and flirted for a while before M/N made a toilet break excuse to go to the back. Then all of them started singing happy birthday surprising the male playing with his utensils out of boredom. M/N came from the back of the group of people positioning himself in front of Angel and he got down to one knee taking out an beautifully decorated pink box from his pocket. Opening it and say,

M/N: Will you make me the happiest demon alive by marrying me once again my dear Angel?

Angel still surprised and all from the big group totally broke down in tears nodding over and over again reaching out one of his arm for the panther demon to take his hand. Three rings are slip into the hands of Angel since he has three sets of arms. Patiently waiting for M/N to be done before totally losing his composure and leap into the male's embrace. Their friends and colleagues clapping as the couple engulfed each other in a deep heartfelt kiss.

When they got home, Angel is pushed on to the bed by the panther. M/N undressing teasingly as Angel slip off his dress too. They gone into another heated make out session again as M/N's hands went to the back of Angel to take his bra off. Exchanging kisses while their hands roam around each other hands intertwined as M/N started making hickies all over Angel not enough to hurt him though. The body's quite sensitive to stimulations so a beautiful moan got out and he's dripping pre cum with M/N's hand making it messier.

Getting limp from all the pleasure, Angel attempt weakly to wrap his hands around his lover. M/N getting the emotions he's feeling, helped him wrapped around and pull him in for another make out session tongues swirling around each others'. This time with more experience, M/N brought out lube for Angel inserting slowly when Angel's distracted with the kiss and the hand stroking his shaft.

Getting intruded suddenly made Angel feel slightly discomfort, but the hand teasingly stroking his cock's sensitive head just brought back the pleasure twice.

Angel: Cumming...ugh...cumming...N/N, can I?

M/N: You may do as you like Angel, no need to ask.

Angel: Ugh ah...ah...hah...Ah!

With a panting moan, Angel came thick ropes all over M/N's hand, getting some onto M/N's face too. Noticing Angel's gaze, M/N smirked and lick the cum off showing his long tongue and teasing gaze immediately getting Angel up for him again.

Angel: Please, stop teasing me N/N. Ah, I want you please~ ah-AHHHH no not so suddenly...agh...

M/N poked the prostate that seemed to be at the same angle as before and rubbing it gently making the spider squirm and thrust into his hands moaning out loud. The veins already popping out of M/N's forehead showing that he himself is controlling himself hard to not pound straight into his lover right away. Angel was too drown in pleasure to notice and wanting to be hugged and embrace he pulled M/N down yet again to kiss him hard and passionately. It got too much so M/N started inserting bit by bit.

Angel: Ah! no...too big...no...

M/N: Relax my dear, I promise you'll feel really...ngh... good.

Sucking the sensitive spot of his neck and caressing over his spider thighs distracting him from the pain before moving bit by bit to go in entirely. Relived and satisfied sigh of being filled to the brim make Angel want to hug M/N even more as M/N whispered praises and complements to him, pampered him till he's ready for M/N to move.

The hot cavern clamping down hard on M/N's sensitive organ makes him want to pound straight in but just for his lover, he waited patiently and thrusted in slow pace and gradually picking up the speed when Angel tells him to. He buries himself in Angel's chest fluff and lick the nipple covered underneath making the spider moan even louder as hands were felt pushing his head deeper into the fluff. Servicing and pleasuring his lover is another whole ecstacy for the H/C haired demon. Especially getting to see the lewd face and feeling his legs and hands wrap around him moaning cutely fishing for compliments. How could anyone resist anything like that?

Unfortunately this is the first time they had sex as demons so after one round, Angel needs to rest. One last thrust bringing out the pleasured moan of his lover which soon turned into a surprised and terrified scream when Angel felt spiky things engraving into his walls overstimulating him hard as hot splashes of cum pooled into him made him unconscious being too intensive. M/N feeling his cock growing the spikes too as he shoot buckets of cum into Angel but unable to pull out due to the spikes.

Never meant to exhaust his lover, M/N kiss the sweaty spider lovingly before concentrating hard to make his cock normal again. When it swell down, he pulled out gently as cum ooze out of Angel's abused hole making the latter whimper with tears hanging by his eyes. Kissing them away, he cleaned the cum and cleaned his body with a wet cloth. He checked for any injuries, found none but still used his power to heal him up a little not wanting him to feel any sort of discomfort. Then, helping Angel into one of his T-Shirts knowing it will be gone since Angel will be hogging them later. Hugging him tight, covering both of them in the huge blankets and casting a barrier unless some brain-dead wandering in to disturb them.

The next day, Angel wake up early free from pain and soreness. He immediately knew it was his hubby's doing and snuggle deeper into his embrace looking at his husband's handsome face, thinking they are made for each other after all, with him the beautiful flower and M/N the big powerful man protecting him from everything. Oh he adored the ring so much too! The love shaped diamond ring totally complementing his long slender fingers. The sudden movement around his waist shook him out of his deep thoughts.

M/N: Good morning hubby, sweet dreams?

Angel: Yeah, dreamt of the day of our wedding.

Exchanging a lovely little kiss M/N pull him in closer ears fluffing and tail wagging at the thoughts too.

M/N: I'm looking forward to that day too my love.

Angel: By the way, what's with the spikes at the end of our session last night?

M/N: Oh! I guess animal instincts followed and it ensures the probability of fertilization. I'm sorry I didn't research it through. Sorry for making you unconscious last night.

Angel: Nah, no biggie, I had a lotta fun too.

Angel rub his nose with M/N's showing a cute smile that melt M/N's heart straight away as he hug the spider demon squealing manly on how can his treasure be so cute and another ton of compliments making Angel flush fully getting embarrassed.

He pushed M/N away shooing him to go prepare breakfast as he got ready for the day. M/N did a simple a bacon and eggs and went to search for his lover. Angel seemed to be having a problem with his tangled fur pain evident as he pulled the brush. M/N rush to his aid lowering Angel's hands that are hurting himself before gently and carefully untangling the mess and smoothing it all out. Trained by professionals he set up Angel's hair perfectly. Gentle purrs heard from the spider as the brush went through his hair again and again.

After the hair, M/N had a bath himself while Angel enjoys the breakfast soon joined by M/N after the bath. Shared kiss before holding hands and going to their work at the same place of course, M/N wouldn't imagine letting Angel leave his sight in this dangerous place.

Just as M/N was about to start with his work, the phone rang attracting the couple's attention. Angel was closer so he answered the phone call.

Angel: Hello, Ant company how can I help you?

Angel: The boss, alright hang on a little.

Angel handed the phone over to M/N and turns out it was Lucifer's butler. He brought a message about Charlotte Lucifer's daughter wanting to start a rehabilitation hotel being encouraged by M/N.

M/N: So, what's the need for this call?

Butler: Assist her.

M/N: I'm...

Butler: Busy as hell with work, you can have someone replacing but the one helping her must be from you.

M/N: Well that's fine by me. I'll send Alastor and Husk over. Is that all?

Butler: That's all, have a good day sir.

Angel: What's all that about?

M/N: Just a soon to be built hotel for rehabilitation.

Angel: Well, that sounds like fun!

M/N: But baby it's dangerous.

Angel: I don't care, you'll be by my side if I call to you, will you not?

M/N: Of course I will baby.

Angel: Hey, I could even bring Cherri along to the hotel, haven't had entertainment for so long in this red filled place!

And that's how Angel join in the gang of the Happy hotel or Hazbin Hotel by Alastor. Being the prankster and the tease, meeting Alastor and his asexual personality spiked Angel's interest to the fullest with constant teasing but nothing too overboard even though Alastor would never harm him because of his bond with M/N. And with Husk the cat demon, that's even more fun with the cat grass, drunken honest talk and laser beam play. However with the princess there are only so much he can do, being prank calling and dildo stash somewhere. And Vagatha that easily angered women, fun just absolute fun.

Some of M/N's workers also volunteered themselves as test subject for the rehabilitation project since they've been wanting to leave this hell hole for ages now, otherwise they won't hide in M/N's company.

After several years, rehabilitation worked with the first purified soul accepted to heaven. Charlie got really emotional laughing and crying in Vaggie's arm. Angel got the rehabilitate opportunity too but he declined because he wanted to stay with M/N. This broke M/N's heart completely and firmed his thoughts about rehabilitating himself and transfer all his work to his trusted second hand with Lucifer's agreement.

The pink door of the room opens to reveal a marriage photo of Angel in tears holding a pink piggy named Nuggets. It was a wedding gift by the animals of M/N.

He treated Fat Nuggets like his child and spoiled him with all sorts of things. He also likes playing pretend with the piggy as the child him as a wife and M/N as the husband. It was fun for M/N too seeing his Angel squealing cute and taking pictures here and there for Voxgram while unknown that the spider himself is acting really cute too.

There was one time when the hotel members got too annoyed by the harmless but endless prank everyday, this made Alastor planned on a revenge prank with Angel. They snuck Nuggets out from his pink furnished room when M/N took him out on a date. When they arrived back, Husk got assigned to distract M/N away from Angel when the terrible scene happened.

Angel: Fat Nuggets! I'm home!

Getting no reply by the pink piglet made Angel slightly worried as he started panicking while searching around the hotel for his pet.

Angel: Nuggs? Sweetie? Come out to Daddy, Papa is here too, oh please be okay. Please...

Then he turned a corner to see the lights on in the kitchen with sounds of silverware. Door opening to show Alastor eating a midnight snack of unknown animal. At first, Angel didn't think of nothing and was about to ask Alastor about his piglet when he saw the plate of steak in front of him.

Angel: Um, Al?

Alastor: Yes my dear?

Angel: Whatcha eating there.

Alastor: Well you see I was craving meat especially right now and the butcher had already closed up, so I had to help myself to the stock available in this hotel!

Angel: You...you...you must be joking.

Alastor: Well, little warrior put up quite a fight might I say, squealing such music...

Angel: Ahhhhhh!

Angel pounced onto the radio demon making him fall as well tearfully while glaring at the man below him ferociously.

Angel: How dare you! You sick freak, all this for some harmless jokes!!!!!!!

Alastor: Get off of me this instance or I'll make you regret it!

M/N: Angel?

Nuggets: Oink Oink.

Angel: Nuggs? NUGGS!

He ran up to his pet jumping onto his husband again while taking the piglet off of M/N's head.

Angel: You're okay, you're okay, never leave daddy's and Papa's side again ever.

M/N being utmost confused by the situation just saw Angel's tears and Alastor dumfounded face to the plate on the table, then it all got to him split seconds.

M/N: Not cool of you, Al. Are you guys in on this too?

He questioned calmly as he caressed his fluffy husband's back in circles calming him down while Angel buried into him. The sobbing that are still visible pained M/N really much making him really close to snapping if Alastor don't speak up quick enough.

Alastor: I'm sorry M/N. Just wanted him of his own taste.

M/N: You should've get me to do it instead of planning all of these things to hurt my dear Angel.

Alastor: ...

M/N: I'll leave Angel to decide what to deal with you guys tomorrow you sickos. Especially you Al, I know it's your idea. Can't believe I trusted you. You guys better think of an apology tomorrow or I'll wreck you guys apart instead!

Then the angry demon stomped away with his crying husband in his arms. The crew feeling guilty especially Alastor feeling like shit after M/N shattered his heart completely with those words. He never wanted to loose his friend. He just acted what he thinks is best and... maybe... no, he'll have to apologize later.

Angel won't let Nuggs go for the whole night. He didn't even let M/N leave the bed wanting to just cuddle and sleep like that. M/N sighed and helped themselves into PJ's with his power and big spooning his husband along with the piglet.

Angel: You'll never disappear on me right?

M/N: Yes, I promise. If I ever my soul will be obliterated completely my the thunders and I wil...

Angel put his hand on his man's mouth preventing any other courses from coming out.

Angel: No. That's enough for me, I love you so much M/N.

M/N: I love you too, my Angel.

They shared a passionate good night kiss before turning in for the night succumbing in each others' warmth. The next day Charlie offering a cruise trip bring Alastor green to his face as he puked once the cruise started. Brought Angel a lot of laughs as M/N just watched lovingly from the sides. Alastor made up with Angel by the end of the trip as M/N gave the radio demon a temporary charm of preventing sea sickness obeying his darling's wish. Alastor apologized to M/N too, tears evident as the H/C haired demon sighs and forgave him. He engulfed him into another hug before getting pushed away by the furious pink spider saying "This one's mine, get another one you dumb ass strawberry pimp!" Alastor just rolled his eyes to this while M/N chuckled a lot hugging his deary.

Years later, Angel woke up in his man's arms to see the halo on his head too. He squealed happily and shook M/N awake pointing to the top of his head. M/N just woke up a bit confused but notice the glow and he grabbed onto Angel's hands too.

Finally descending to heaven, the couple having a happy smile knowing they will always be by each other, no matter what.

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