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defectivefanboy · 1 year

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Hey there! I’ve read a few of your posts now and I truly enjoy your writing, you’re very good at it ^^

I was wondering if I could request an Alastor x gender neutral reader who is similar to Beetlejuice (personality and power wise). Like, how did he feel about them at first? And how did it progress into more of a relationship.

If not, that’s completely alright! I hope you have a great rest of your day <3

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yessir!! this is actually the first time (and second for good measure) that I watched Beetlejuice fully through.

Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and I don't mind female readers on my blog, I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer fuck off????????????????? ew.

C/W: Cursing, Mentions of Pervertedness, its Beetlejuice, You're canonical Jesus Christ /j, or am I?, Dark humor, Possessive Alastor, Mentions of Bite marks, Dirt ball reader, just reader being gross here and there, nothing too much, youre Beetlejuice, reader has universal rizz

Notes: If you read the C/W warnings it was real late leave me alone. you'll understand when you get there. writing this my mind kept straying and just wanted to write Alastor love because god holy fuck I love him. Im an actual slut for domestic alastor I could write him all day.

The Radio Show...

Oh he's truly interested in you. Not remotely romantic or even platonically, but he is interested (at least at first)

Lets be real quick, he knows hes in hell, but what IN the hell is he looking at.

And what was that outfit you were wearing??? Did you just get out of prison prom???

But your first meeting with him was... interesting to say the least

But then again I think all your interactions are interesting (always more, never less)

But damn. He just had to think the 'sinner' was new to hell and could easily get a quick bite

Poor Alastor really thought the 'sinner' that looked around hell like a lost child as he strolled up with his uncanny smile

Last thing he expected was a jumpy, sporadic, and unfortunately a bit more then a little bit of a pervert.

The record stopped more than a few time at your comments–- Sorry Alastor.

And it had only been a few minutes of meeting you (rip)

And to be honest with you. come here. little closer

He did not know what in all of hell you were trying to pitch to him

He couldn't even get a word in with how fast you talked

And how many voices you did, you basically had a conversation to yourself.

"Ghost can't even scare humans away anymore, pfft. Can't you believe that shit. The last jack offs wouldn't even call me, I had to get some human girl to do it. Is it weird it happened twice? Second time her mom was dead! Gets funnier each time."

Oh?

Humans?

Now you have his interest

And you were able to travel to the human world

"So you're a hell born demon then, correct?" Alastor asked quirking a brow at the questionable individual in front of him, who quickly stopped talking to, well, themselves and snapped their head to him. They seemed to had just gotten here... or gotten back, as their clothes were slightly tussled and their hair was flying everywhere

With a quick dusting of your clothes you straightened your posture. Clearing your throat you spoke in a flat monotone voice. "Well, no actually, uhm, I was born in a manger inside of a barn, my mother, was a virgin and my step father Jospeh was a real piece of work let me tell you that. Died for your sins, y'know, should be thanking me."

This is the first time the radio show had gone radio silent... before he walked away.

Alastor had met a lot of demons, probably killed even more.

Hell he has even put up with that horny spider, but this was the first time he had to take a breather from another sinner? demon? enigma?

But damn it all to hell, he was curious

He had been for so long and he had only interacted with lower hellborn demons.

The occasional Goetia or hell royal would make a public appearance, but that that was all.

Never had he interacted with someone who went from hell to the human world on the daily

The first few meetings he truly tried to keep his distance, keyword tried

But you can only keep a person who teleports around at a distance for some long

Though it to end in you being pushed back by his microphone when you got a bit too close on accident more often then not

But overall he enjoys each of your meetings, enjoy being used loosely

He was more interested in the ever changing world of humans

You only get as knowledgeable of the new world as it comes in, but you have to find them

So having a way to always keep updated he truly enjoyed.

He kinda saw you as, well, while he would say a mole, as you get him information

Not that you honestly realize, you kinda just talk about random shit

He sees you as well, as uh, ahem...

"Quite the squirrelly fellow you are, aren't you?" He quipped with a smile on his face. The both of you walking along one of the many roads of hell as you talked about your latest excursion to the human world. Giving him a confused look you gave him a side eye a you spoke. "Now, what do you mean by that, hm? I don't storage tree nuts in my cheeks, I storage metal nuts in them." Taking your hand you drug into your cheek and pulled out a rusted nut before offering it to him. In which he squatted away with his microphone.

"No."

Alastor in or out of a relationship now seems like the calm one out of the pair whenever you two are together

And he always has a tilt to his head whenever he's with you as if he's always curious about your next move (well bc he honestly is)

Getting into a relationship is simple to him, but not to you.

He had to explain a few times (many times) to you that you two were on a date while out. Thank the lord he has more patience then he let's on

Truly he's only patient with you after learning he'll get no where either way

He tried threatening at one point, but it didn't work when you tried getting him to work for you in the human world.

Spoiler alert: that also didn't work

Alastor did tried to ask you out in a traditional way. Taking you to dinner, albeit at a cannibal restaurant, he really didn't know what you ate

He was disgusted when he found out, almost gagged, had to take a moment for himself

But he tried asking you out in a nice, classy, quiet place.

Spoiler again: didnt work

His question when right over your head.

"Go out? Aren't we already out? What we doing then? How more out do you wanna be? Gotta say though, never been to a place this fancy, must got some walking cash, huh? You know we could start a business together I be the brains, face and you can be..." You droned on as your hand flared around as you spoke. Alastor stared at you as static rumbled from his chest, one eye twitching in annoyance. Sighing he shook his head as he stared with a smile. Maybe you didn't understand what he was asking, or maybe you did. To be honest he doesn't know how much you know, but maybe letting you go on about whatever it is you're planning and get a deal out of you.

Nothing big, just a small pact that you two are "partners."

Cheeky Bastard.

He did tell you eventually someday, he's not heartless

Don't mention that it was after he had convinced you to move in his home (or apartment?? he staying at the hotel?? like??)

But it's another story for getting you to take a shower or a bath.

While Alastor isn't a clean freak or anything he much rather keep his house clean and smell free.

Alastor had quite a few sleepiness nights when you decided to sneak into his bed without a shower.

He almost banned you from the house until you agreed to take a shower after 'work'

now onto the good part

While he doesnt enjoy physical touch from anyone, only part taking in it when he's making someone uncomfortable

He settled on the fact you were gonna keep making every effort to get into his personal space

You only found out he enjoyed having you near him when your items from the guest room you had been staying in were now in his room

Be it having a hand placed on the middle of your back or letting you fiddle with his fingers as you talk

He always finds a way to get a touch in on a daily basis

What can he say? he likes to have a hold on what's his

That's another thing

He's a possessive lover, or person in general but ignore that right now

He just doesn't understand

Why do you have so much rizz

Both sinners and hell born demons seem to love you

And he hates it

Loathes it

If we wanted to get Nsfw real quick

He likes to leave bites and marks on you so even humans know where you belong <3

Going back to sfw

On the outside, beyond the walls of his home. He's well, he's Alastor

Cunning, Cruel, and Evil

But inside? .......Hey Siri, can you domestic a deer?

We already know he enjoys cooking, his mothers recipes are always a hit. He does have to convince you to eat something if it's new.

But he's decently domestic within the comfort of his own walls. As domestic as he can be will a feral dog in his home now. At least you're potty trained, right? Right??

He always enjoyed being alone, especially when he needed a break.

But as weird as it was for the first few months

Going to bed alone in a quiet home, everything neat and orderly was always a treat for the

just to wake up to a god awful mess like a hurricane had hit only the inside of the house.

Thankfully he's unable to fully freak out when he feels the weight of a body laying on him.

Arms wrapped securely in place as he moved around trying to view the full scope of the mess.

The look of defeat only rested on his face for a moment before he was pulled down by striped arms.

"What are staring at, red?..." You said half asleep as you pulled on the back up his shirt collar. "it's still too early to worry about the mess. Come back to bed" He gently shook his head in disgust opening his mouth to speak before getting cut off by a strong pull of his shirt. "I was setting up... sandworm traps. Couldn't't let them get my dearest deer." Alastor gave you a questioning look wanting to ask, but knowing better not too.

Sighing he let himself relax back into the comforter and wrap his arms loosely around as you laid right back on top of him. One of his hands softly treaded through your messy hair causing you to sigh and melt into his body. It was a quiet few moments until he had a passing thought.

"Wait... deer with an A, correct? Correct??"

He wasn't getting an answer from you anytime soon...

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osaevsky · 3 months

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hello!! congratulations on 100~ followers, i love your works sm ^o^

so, i wanted to request something for the 100 milestone event thingy. what about tachihara with prompt 11 + maybe heavy angst? i feel like it'd work out well ngl, considering his situation and stuff. and if you arent doing angst, you can choose if it'll be sfw or nsfw, thank you so much!

may i be 🦀 anon?

niko's 100 followers event.

i spoil it all by saying something stupid ⠀⠀⚝ after being blinded, tachihara spends some time at the hospital to recover for his wounds, and you decide to pay him a visit. included: tachihara michizou.⠀; ♡

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀; word count: 1.8k + warnings: not really proof read. gender neutral reader, unestablished relationship, somewhat angsty, talks of wounds & tachihara's own ideals / thoughts he has after the event, feelings of lonliness and assimilation of trauma, one mention of slashing, and a somewhat fluffy ending.

🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀; author's note: hi!! and thank you so much ♡ firstly, of course you may be 🦀 anon, and secondly, you've picked one of my favorite prompts from the event lol. i did my best with this, i couldn't really bring myself to do heavy angst since i'm not really capable of doing so (i'm even more afraid of doing tachihara ooc-) but anyway! hope this is to your liking!

Losing is not in anyone's plans, of course.

The idea of losing was far away from him, and although he noticed it got closer in dangerous situations, he still wanted to imagine that failure would never be part of his result. The idea of losing something, losing someone, losing an ability; It was all so unknown that he relied on the feeling of victory.

The comfort and security that it gives a human being to fully trust the idea of winning and cling to it as he stood in front of the greatest uncertainty, the greatest possible danger that someone could face at some point in life.

Taking that a leap of faith to grant oneself a single vote of confidence that others would not have even given. It was all child's play, just nonsense. A “maybe” so poorly pronounced whenever doubts plagued his mind, wondering if it was worth it. As if ‘’maybe’’ was really the last word he could murmur before smiling, boldly facing the danger of each mission.

Although clearly, no actual game resembles the work one had to undergo as a hunting dog, or as a port mafia member at that: not even the pressure of having to carry out something alone, nor the pain, nor the loneliness, nor the loss.

Tachihara stopped being aware due to the adrenaline, leaving behind all the constant flurry of doubts, of the “what ifs”. He was driven by pride, justice and urgency to do the right thing and put an end to a common evil. In exchange for nothing. Precisely for that: nothing.

In exchange for helping others, perhaps. He liked to think that from time to time, to camouflage his true desire to find himself. Definitely, his greatest goal had always been to find himself.

Being able to overcome his own fears and achieve success with fervor. But now, did he have anything left? He doubted it, and the pain of doubt was greater than the physical pain, even after acknowledging that his wounds were permanent and would not be cured.

He had been in the hospital for days. Tedious days that did not leave him at any ease; not even in moments of absolute solitude, where he sought to get used to that feeling, and above all, assimilate the situation in which he found himself.

Alone, in the hospital, receiving care without being able to actually believe that everything he had fought for now had been left behind a slash to his eyes. Well, he was able to, but he did not want to; it was different.

He couldn't fool himself either: he wasn't alone... so to speak. It was not truly a deception, he had received visitors. His companions had given him the honor when speaking about what happened, saying he at least tried - he took on a particular hatred for the word after that - to fight on his behalf against a greater evil.

Tachihara received words, hugs, candid touches and some labored breaths, as if returning the favor of the visit, as was the case with Gin, one afternoon who decided to appear in his hospital room, subjected her to immense sadness.

Doctors had informed him that he was going to leave sooner than later by that point. One day less before he could set foot on land that was not enclosed between four hospital walls, get rid of the smell of medications, the feel of bandages, and the effect of imprisonment that was nauseating as the count of days of care increased.

Among the few moments of calm that he could find that afternoon, a sound made him move his head forward, unconsciously searching for the door, following the sound. Knock Knock knock.

He did not answer. He was waiting for confirmation, for the voice of any nurse or doctor asking for permission to enter, but none of that came. Knock Knock knock. He let out a simple “go ahead.”

The discomfort that was brought up during small moments of silence was something he was not used to, but now it was broken by the sound of footsteps that changed the aura that was being created in the room.

Almost hesitant steps, and a second sound, as if some hands were shuffling an object covered in plastic or made of such. It was frustrating not being able to know what that thing or person was that had just entered.

“Hello, Tachi.” A murmur full of inconsistency in the tone, which almost made him second guess if it was the same person he had associated that voice with. ''Sorry for being so late, I stopped to buy something before coming.''

The footsteps were heard again when little by little you approached Tachihara's bed, your presence becoming more and more noticed by the other. Tachihara scrunched up the bridge of his nose as the thing between your hands made a new sound, making his ears hurt. He assumed it was a plastic bag, with several objects inside it.

''Don't apologize, it's not necessary.'' His words came out weak, accompanying his state at that time.

Every second felt heavy, a pressure consuming him from inside every time he couldn't find a way to fill those moments of silence between the two of you.

A hand pulled him out of his thoughts. Noticing how you perched it on top of his, providing mere caresses on the back of his with your thumb. It was as if you had already noticed that something was preventing him from speaking, something was weighing him down among those thoughts that occupied his mind.

“You said you bought something, right?” He cocked his head to the side, guided by the feel of your hand. ''Tell me you bought something to eat. I’ve never liked hospital food and I am tired of always eating the same shit meals.''

He was caught off guard hearing your laugh. He didn't remember the last time he had heard it, but he could discern the feeling of yearning it gave him to hear it back once more.

''I have something, yes. It's really nothing but... I guess it will help. I have some fruit to leave you for later… and I hope you don't mind eating a sandwich and drinking soda for now.''

It was Tachihara's moment to laugh, making a small gesture with his free hand. He waited patiently for you to pick up the sandwiches from their containers, as well as listening to the metallic click of the tabs on the cans, before opening his hand and waiting for you to hand him something.

Upon receiving one of the sandwiches, he put it in his mouth without much preamble, the rest of the rustling and movement indicating to him that you were placing the cans on the table closest to his bed.

''Are they treating you well in the hospital?''

It was a question that, in another context, would have been ironic. Perhaps at another time he would have given the doctors a story to tell to their colleagues, but after the incident, there was little left for him to be able to rebel against anyone. He had no reason left.

Tachihara shrugged, a sigh exhaled through his nose.

''Yes, you could say so. I've already told you that the food is absolute shit, but otherwise... it's good.'' He didn't recognize himself, speaking in a tone so solemn that it even caused him to feel weird. “I want to get out of here and not have to think about this again.”

The last sentence denoted a particular rage, punctuating each word as if he were spitting them out instead of talking it with you. He took advantage of the newly established silence to continue eating, opening his hand in a gesture of request once he finished, showing that he wanted the can.

He felt a caress against his fingers as you brought the drink to him, a chuckle coming from you as Tachihara raised his eyebrows curiously. A certain heat filled his cheeks, and a clearing of his throat made it clear that he was readying himself to speak, moving his head to the other side.

“Can I be honest with you?” Before you could answer, Tachihara continued speaking. ''I didn't want you to see me like that. I guess you didn't have anything better to do, right?''

The bitterness was predictable in his tone of voice, even if he hid it behind a lopsided smile. He was upset, anxious. He felt bad about himself and he was aware of his situation, now more than ever having you by his side, having you to see him like this, and taking care of him as if he were capable of nothing.

And he wasn't, at least not for certain things anymore. He had to hide a fright when you placed one of your hands on his thigh.

''Nothing of that. Since what happened I wanted to see how... how you were doing, you know what I mean.'' An inexplicable sound cut off your sentence before being able to continue properly. ''Well, that... It's not what you thought I was here for, I just wanted to see you.''

Tachihara took a deep breath, the hand holding the can shaking for a second before he tightened his grip, bringing it to his mouth so he could spare himself any more stupid comments. What was he supposed to say? “I missed you too”? ''I need your company.''? “Why haven't you come before?”

He couldn't allow it. He couldn't afford to question you about anything. After drinking, he noticed another shake to the plastic bag where you had brought the food, and a smell permeated the room: something sweet, well known for him and his senses.

''Apart from the food, I brought you something else.'' Your voice was now a whisper, returning to the insecurity that had taken over the situation as when you set foot in the room for the first time. ''I bought you flowers.''

Tachihara was no longer going to hide his doubts from him, at least not given the confusion that statement made him. ''For what?''

''There has to be a reason?''

Tachihara unconsciously wanted to cross his fingers, hoping he wasn't the only one who began to notice another wave of heat crossing his body, invading his face for the second time; although the laughter that was heard was enough to give you away, and make it clear to him that he, in fact, was blushing again. And what came next only accentuated his blush.

''I missed you, Tachi.''

He did too. And perhaps the act of missing you was not so unthinkable when he noticed for the first time how his free hand was feeling the surface of the bed towards one of the sides, looking for you, and offering a sigh of relief when he noticed that you received without offering a complaint and providing a slight tug to his fingers, as if you wanted to pull him closer.

It was a silent ‘’thank you’’, an ‘’I love you’’ without the need for more words exchanged.

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erenxfrieda · 2 years

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Hi <3 are you taking requests? If so, could i request some headcanon/senarios of yandere!five x yandere!reader? I love the manipulative reader series you did and imagine this version to be alittle similar with a dynamic sorta similar to joe and love from the netflix show 'you'.

When five first meets reader she comes across nieve but sweet and he falls for her innocence and kindness towards him. Shes always looking out for him and supporting him and he cant help but wanna protect her. Hes so preoccupied with spending time with her, scaring off any looks from other men and taking advantage of her kindness that he doesnt relise that the waitress at the cafe they went to together last weekend who had written her number on the inside of the napkin she gave to five when giving him and you your coffee has mysteriously gone missing..

He wonders if your just too innocent to really understand what hes saying when he vaguely admits hes done terrible things and you respond with a flippant 'me too' with a smile, little does he know you understand completely.

so i had some researchers about those two from 'you' series and now I'm interested in it!! anon, thank you ~

Five couldn't take his eyes off you.

For someone who is so good at controlling his emotions, he seems to have forgotten how he should behave in such situations.

Something about your pretty figure made him truly have an interest in you, forget about his job, about the obligation to be the hero in this story and spend another sleepless nights trying to save everyone.

And he definitely doesn't need to keep staring at you like that. Come on Number Five, you've got a lot to do and you're a very busy man, just turn away and start doing your work— Oh, fuck, now you noticed.

Five's heart beats faster when he sees your gaze directed right at him and his first reaction was to quickly look away and pretend that he was looking at the clock or just zoning out, while you, by a lucky chance, were just in front of him.

'Just a coincidence' , he justifies himself.

He grumbles, muttering something under his breath, until he finally turns away, trying to fully concentrate on his business and try to ignore that cute picture of your face in his head, your pleasant voice when you ask him to help you with something so simple, light touches on his shoulder when...

The sound of clicking pen is so loud that it's probably already getting on the nerves of his colleagues nearby, but he didn't care what they thought, when all he could think now was you.

You stand so close next to your work colleague that your hands can barely touch their body. You look happy, and Five genuinely enjoys the fact that you can stay in a good mood in any situation. That's why he works so hard for you. One of his main points is to keep watching the people he love are safe.

But could you step back for a couple of meters, please? The second, more jealous side of him is louder in his head and telling him not just to watch, but these are just simple work conversations during a break, right?

Five believes you, he is ready to trust you completely, but the people around you are not reliable and after all those years of his long, eventful life, he knows that every potential person that you meet can actually harm you.

Therefore, as your hero, he is obliged to intervene and protect you, the love of his heart, like a beautiful and not quite young prince, from a big and terrible villain.

You hear a noise behind you and a bright short flash of blue appears for a moment, which makes you smile slightly, already knowing what will happen.

You're holding a cup of coffee and you make an confused, surprised face as you turn around to look at Five, then give him your usual bright smile.

The person with who you just had conversation seems to be just as confused, but now for real, when they see Number Five in front of them, still as gloomy as usual.

Five comes closer to you, his hand resting on your interlocutor's shoulder and squeezing suspiciously tight, with a forced smile on his face that made the other person swallow nervously.

“Sorry friend, I hope you don’t mind if I steal them for a while?” 5 says, smugly grinning.

“Actually, we are—” the person starts, before Five interrupts them.

“Great,” he answers casually, focusing his attention at you instead, smile drops immediately as soon as he turns away from them.

Five is not even trying to listen to what they wanted to say, he quickly grabs your hand and blinks away, not bothered by what others will thought about this scene. Old man had enough of sharing you with everyone else today, now it's his time to be with you.

You almost stumble after this unexpected act of jealousy from Number Five, and his hand holds yours tighter, preventing you from falling.

A soft sighs comes from you when you notice that man's arms were held protectively around your waist.

“Please, warn me when you try something like that next time,” you lean closer to Five, trying to calm him down.

“I will,” he rolls his eyes. “If only you will promise me not to be all day around those idiots.”

You laugh at his words, appreciating his overprotective behavior towards you and only nod at him, which causes a soft satisfied purr from Five.

“Okay, okay,” you try to reassure him and give him a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. “ The same goes for you.”

Five just closes his eyes, resting his forehead against yours, enjoying the time he can spend with you and only you alone. He didn't think twice before giving his answer, just quietly mutters : “Deal”.

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You love this old man so much, but sometimes you wonder if he does it on purpose?

Does he have to smile like that at every waitress in the cafe?

Should he call every woman he meets as 'dear?'

Does he have to stare at every woman named Delores? I thought you two go through this line a long time ago.

This might be just his politeness or the ghosts of his past, but it makes you clench your teeth in anger, every time you sit on your goddamn place trying to pick an order in this stupid shit hole.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you try to ignore the conversation around you, concentrating, or at least trying to focus your attention on the clock, counting seconds before your order arrives.

“How much longer do we have to wait?” you ask impatiently.

“Are you in a hurry, hun?” Five turns his gaze to you and smiles slightly.

You smile back at him and shake your head, resting your cheek on your hand as you look at him.

“I'm just so tired...” you say sweetly, sighing, to make your words more sounds like truth. “Can't we just take our order and go home instead?”

Five is silent for a moment, as if trying to see whether your words are true. But after a few seconds, he leans closer to you and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“If you really tired then let's go home.” he gets up from his seat to come and pick up your order.

You just nod and silently follow his every action with your eyes, watching from afar. You wanted to find any reason to leave as soon as possible, trying to exclude any attempts by that annoying waitress who is trying to get close to your lover.

And it was so fucking difficult to control yourself from grabbing that terribly hot coffee from her hands and just splashing it all over her face when you notice those obvious attempts to flirt with your Number Five.

You blink once, then again, interrupting your disturbing thoughts. No, you shouldn't have to think like that, you convince yourself. What will Five think if he saw you like this?

Your slight smile slowly fades from your face and you look rather bored, tilting your head slightly, deciding not to disturb this sweet conversation between the two.

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You were glad to be able to spend a good night next to your lover. Every moment of peace and quiet with Five was very dear to you, especially if it meant that somehow you were able to put this poor guy to sleep.

His hands always holding tightly onto your body, as if afraid to let go and at one moment wake up without seeing you next to him. You were dozing, head pressed against Five's chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. You was so close to fall asleep again until you felt his hand slowly rubbing circles on your back as if trying to calm his nerves.

Slowly lifting your head up, you look at him with half-open eyes, silently asking what made him so worried in the middle of the night. This was not new to you, it's easy to predict that he might have possible problems with his sleep, knowing how lonely and abandoned most of Five's life was.

“I didn't mean to wake you up,” he mumbles softly, trying to avoid talking to you. “Just go back to sleep, don't worry about me”.

You pout playfully at his words, wrapping your arms around his waist and closing your eyes, “Five,” you whisper. “You don’t have to hide everything from me. Please, tell me what's on your mind and it will get better, I promise”.

Five sighs tiredly and it makes you sure that he will try to open up to you tonight. You never forced it on him, expecting that eventually, someday, he would feel comfortable enough to share with you the things that catches his mind. Your attention was focused on what he might said while your eyes were still resting from a hard, long day.

“Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve you after all the shit I've done,” he curses, frowning slightly. “I'm not sure you even understand me.”

“Many people have done bad things in their entire lives, besides, you had no other chance, Five,” you suddenly say, looking perfectly calm. “And me too, actually. We should just move on from that”.

Five pauses for a moment, his eyes concentrated on your relaxed figure next to him, enjoying the warmth between your bodies. It seems like you didn't really think about what you were saying because of how sleepy you were, Five thinks, so he don't have any idea about the significance of your words, deciding that you, as always, were just trying to support him.

Did you feel bad for what you did? Maybe, after all, you were the same living person, you tend to feel at least a drop of compassion. But right now, you don't care. The only thing that matters right now is to be with the person you care about. It seems that tomorrow morning you should remind Number Five not to go to your favorite cafe tomorrow.

“Yeah, of course,” he says, totally not taking your words seriously as he pulls you closer towards himself, finally closing his eyes and trying to rest, ending this conversation. “ Now let's get some sleep, love”.

#yandere tua #tua x reader #yandere x reader #five hargreaves x reader #yandere five hargreeves #yandere five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves #umbrella academy x reader #yandere umbrella academy #tua imagine #yandere number five #number five x reader

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G Witch 22 thoughts

Banger episode this week! I loved every single minute. My only gripe was that it felt far too short. A pox on these weekly waits. Future binge watchers don't know how good they have it

Very much enjoyed the doubling down on QZ's destructive power and complete supremacy. No matter how many weapons/ships you have it doesn't matter because Aerial can just override them. It's a good establisher of stakes.

Mio burrito spotted. She is looking so rough here. Completely unsurprising she won't acknowledge Guel though. He had no sway on her even on her best days. Sorry, my guy. You lack Suletta's magic touch. Only she can play the Mio whisperer now

DEMI BARDING!! Big fan of that chonky suit after Asticassia ep so glad it's getting more use. I don't even care that I'm being manipulated into buying another kit. Secilia is a real one, glad she sat her butt down so the world didn't implode

This was a nice moment and gave Suletta closure on 4lan. He was someone she cared for, no matter how brief. That revelation about her list being Prospera's idea was a bit of a shocker tbh. I just thought she constructed it from the media she watched/read. The truth is way worse lmao. I guess it was meant to acclimate her to the school and therefore the dueling games for Aerial? Little did Prospera know that Suletta's dork charm would snare the heart of Delling's daughter immediately.

This was sudden but a joy to watch. I suppose Guel was tired of being Mio's ineffective secretary lol. But in all seriousness, this was sweet of him to arrange a duel so the lovebirds could be reunited. You've become a solid bro, Guel. Hope nothing dire happens to you.

Btw, I fully expect some fanfic authors to leap on a fencing au now. Pretty please?

This entire scene was so Utena I couldn't believe it. Well, actually the entire episode was littered with Utena but still. The baring of their mistakes. The acceptance of their faults. GOD this was so amazing.

I love how far Suletta has come in her development. Such an excellent change of mindset from viewing her time at Asticassia as a mistake to fully believing meeting Miorine was a blessing. She's so confident in her feelings

THEY'RE SOMEDAY TOGETHERINGGGG I see you Okouchi, giving us rabid Utena fans the good shit. This show is such a great homage in so many ways but this episode takes the cake! (Bit concerned that Suletta didn't verbally promise anything, just smiled fondly. Perhaps wistfully?)

This gave me such an unpleasant jumpscare though. The deliberate framing with Mio's bare legs followed by catastrophic bedhead freaked me out. I could have done without the Anthy reminder, thank you. Made such a sweet moment feel a bit horrific. I envy those who are oblivious to what I'm talking about

But this was so very sweet. I was getting misty-eyed. These babies have been through so much yet the truest thing is their love for each other. Their relationship remains the emotional core. Side note: Mio why are you the size of a housecat? Just how small was Notrette even

I'm glad I was correct in my read that Earth House doesn't truly blame Mio for Earth, only her staunch refusal to seek help. This was a nice little moment as was her brief words to Delling. Sleeping beauty certainly took his sweet time. I do wonder what he makes of this chaos?

Guel's reservation about Suletta heading to QZ is understandable but as she says, it's her choice. And Mio won't let anyone else decide Suletta's fate as she did before. Her quick death glare at Guel was so funny. Mans can only slap himself into complaince. Even when not engaged to Mio, he still obeys like a loyal sidekick lmao

Didn't expect this quick Shaddiq convo. I like how he recognizes instantly that Mio is better because of Suletta. It's very in character for him to accept Suletta's importance in Mio's life without resentment. I am wondering at the deal Mio makes with him. What could he possibly do for her? Perhaps it's Earth-related

At first I thought this was the sweetest thing. I still think it's sweet, but I also find the phrasing incredibly... weird. Not 'I'll always love you?' 'Always be with you'? Instead 'I will always be attached to you'. Could be nothing but it still sounds vaguely ominous. And it's coded in the genetic sequence of her tomatoes all things. The hell were you doing Notrette? Nice nod to mythology here though. Anesidora is an epithet for Demeter, an agricultural goddess, and Pandora. And like Pandora, Notrette unwittingly released evil in the form of QZ and possibly collaborated with Prospera to upload Ericht's biometric signature.

Aww farmer wives on Earth please! Still don't like Suletta only smiles when Mio declares anything future related. I get the rudest feeling she's not making hard promises because she's too aware of the peril. They look so happy here, so imma ignore the danger signs and just bask in their affection.

Mio forcing aside her own fear to support Suletta was so good. She was so relieved when Suletta broke Permet 5 alive, bursting into tears afterward. It was rough for me to hear Suletta gasping in pain, so I can't imagine how Mio must've felt. I don't ever want to see people claim she doesn't love Suletta ever again

I have thoughts on Calibarn's design (Utena spoilers) and place in the plot, but for this review I'll just say it looks neat. I wish it was a bit more unique, but it makes sense they need it to resemble its sibling plus its obvious Vanadis roots. That boom broomstick is super cool though!

I enjoyed Prospera's muted reaction here. She's surprised by Calibarn but not intimidated or angry. I'm sure she has complete faith in Eri's ability to handle this hurdle and her daughter's commitment to the plan. She must know Eri loves Suletta, but assumes it ultimately won't change a thing. For now, at least.

You know, I expected Lauda to lose it but I didn't expect him to be this stupid lol. You can't even use the damn GUND format idiot, you really think you'll beat your brother? I can't believe I gave him even the slightest bit of credit. Easily the worst character in the show. I hope Guel crushes him (and he doesn't get Guel killed in the process)

Petra deserves better 2023!

Ah and Eri peeks her GUND ghost form out to say hello before clashing with Suletta. This is an incredible shot, love the visuals as always. If it goes full Utena as I suspect, we'll see Eri break/override Calibarn. The name of a holy sword bashing at the Gwitch Rose Gate doesn't bode well. What that means for Suletta is anyone's guess, but I have faith she'll live. I fully expect her to get assistance of some kind. After all, the show has been telling us all along that working together is far better than struggling alone!

#BLESSED DAY #THE GIRLS ARE BACK #g witch #g witch spoilers #suletta mercury #miorine rembran #gundam witch from mercury #sulemio #guel jeturk #lauda neill #earth house #calibarn #g witch episode 22

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As much as I know, Andragoras and Tahamine adopted Arslan because Tahamine gave birth to a baby girl, and after that she can't have baby anymore. But why Andragoras didn't try to have other babies with other women? Is there any explanation?

Okay, warning for novel spoilers.

First, the truth about the child born to Andragoras and Tahamenay. The baby was a son rather than a daughter, but unfortunately it was stillborn. This is revealed by Zahhak in Book 16:

'"If Tahamenay had given birth to the child without mishap, things would have turned out differently. Since the son born to that woman was stillborn, Andragoras panicked and staged a foolish charade. No only did he bring in someone else's son, but he also bought three baby girls, gave them the appropriate silver bracelets and sent them off to separate parts of the country. This was all for the sake of preventing the infertile Tahamenay from committing suicide."' (Book 16, Chapter Five, Part ii)

You're right that Tahamenay was left infertile after giving birth. I assume the birth itself must have been pretty traumatic for those who attended her to know this was the case right away, as if Andragoras had believed she was able to give him more children, I doubt he would have gone to all this effort.

As for why he didn't father children with anyone else, as far as I know there are no details about this, but we can make some guesses.

Andragoras doesn't seem to particularly care about the continuation of the royal line. He sees it for what it is, and in all honestly I think he gets a grim sense of satisfaction from hinting at the unpleasant truth while never revealing it in full, and was fully prepared to let the line die out after his death. I'm sure that in an ideal world he'd have liked to have his son inherit, but when that's not possible (specifically, when it's not possible for him to have another child with Tahamenay), from his point of view, a substitute will do.

He needed an heir in order to maintain stability in his rule, which is likely a big motivation for taking Arslan. By the time Arslan is named Crown Prince and officially designated as his heir, five years have passed. During that time, perhaps he held on to some hope that Tahamenay would somehow conceive again, but after five years it must have been apparent that it truly was impossible.

I do think, in the absence of a biological child with Tahamenay, he fully intended for Arslan to become Shah after his death, but was more interested in preserving his own power during his lifetime than he was in setting Arslan up for success.

For Andragoras, I think his biggest motivation was "having". The throne. The wealth and power that came with it. Pars itself. And Tahamenay as his queen. He wanted more than anything to possess her, and he did it by controlling her since he couldn't force her to love him and he knew that without believing she had a living child out there somewhere, she would find a way to escape by killing herself. Perhaps he was even so obsessed with her that no other woman would do. I believe all of this mattered more to him than thinking about what would happen to the country after his own death. He's a very selfish person, especially compared to Arslan.

Unlike Andragoras, Arslan has no personal desire for power and does not wish to be Shah for his own sake, but rather views it as his duty. He spends his whole life wondering what an ideal ruler is like and worries about not living up to that ideal. He is conscientious and puts the future of his people before all else. He doesn't care about riches or treasure. And he does not want to marry or have an heir of his own. They are total opposites in every way.

(That last bit was a digression; I just find it interesting. Hopefully this has answered your question!)

May as well edit to add here as well as in the comments: it is also mentioned in Book 7 that part of the reason for the baby-swap is that having a son preserves Tahamenay’s status. That must have been important to Andragoras (again, for selfish reasons, not for Tahamenay’s sake).

#arslan senki #the heroic legend of arslan #arslan senki novel spoilers #andragoras #tahamenay #arslan #zahhak

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Assumptions and Headcanons - Pre-Canon Timeline

Consider this the intro before I finish the actual timeline. This section focuses on clarifications and ideas that enrich the Persona Timeline, specifically the Pre-Canon one.

Who created the Sea of Souls? Who lives there?

It's unknown who created the Sea. It either created on its own, or the Great Will had something to do. Every timeline is connected by the Sea, so this is your only chance to realistically crossover with FeMC. There might or not be a whale that lives there, depending on how canon you consider Trinity Soul to be. Its in the deepest part of the Sea where the Seal locking Nyx is located. The guy in charge (or closest thing in charge) is Chronos.

It isn't all that impressive when a higher being claims to come from the Sea. Every soul came from it and will return one day. They're probably taking advantage of the fact that humans don't know of the Sea to sound more important than they are.

This is why I consider PQ to be semi-canon, since otherwise Chronos wouldn't have been okay with the Velvet Assistants holding a dancing competition in the Sea of Souls.

That's right SMT fans, the Sea is the same as the River Styx.

Why couldn't Erebus reach Nyx' psyche before P3?

As mentioned in the timeline, Nyx' psyche was still scattered across the Collective Unconscious. Erebus could try all he wanted, but he would never find enough of her to call her physical body down to Earth. During P3, enough of Nyx' psyche was finally gathered into one single being: the Nyx Avatar (aka Ryoji). This caused Ryoji to be the literal embodiment of Death, since that's their entire purpose. I wonder what would happen if they met Chronos...

So, P3 happens and the Nyx Avatar is sealed by Minato/Minako before they can finish calling down Nyx' physical body. Erebus now knows where to find Nyx' psyche. There's a specific place now. However, the Seal prevents him from ever reaching it. Elizabeth thus comes annually to kick his ass and the Fall never comes.

I like to believe that a part of Ryoji is still fully aware in the Nyx Avatar after everything that happened, so Minato/Minako is not alone while being the Seal.

Neither may speak (one is being a Seal and the other one is being sealed away), but there is an understanding that they will never be truly alone. Just like when Ryoji was Pharos.

Did the rumors that became true during Eternal Punishment stay true after Nyarly's defeat?

I don't think so. The power to rewrite reality using word-of-mouth is really potent, but was only being powered by Nyarly. I believe the moment he was weakened, all rumors that came true dissolved into simple rumors once again. So, Kiyotada Sumaru stayed a fictional figure.

That was a low blow, Nyarly.

Where did the first Velvet Room attendants come from?

We know Igor was a doll, but if you ask me, Nameless, Belladonna, and the Demon Painter used to be human. Their exceptional and otherwordly talents in the arts made them stand out to Philemon to make them the "Muses" of the Velvet Room. Nameless was probably a German pianist (as a reference to a certain composer who also lost one of his senses), Belladonna was an Italian opera singer, and the Demon Painter was a painter from Sumaru City. It seems only Belladonna kept her human name. It also seems like you can leave your post whenever you want. It was confirmed that Nameless and Belladonna were still in the Velvet Room by P5, but no such reference was made for the Demon Painter.

Igor is almost impossible to pin down since his name is really old and dolls have existed everywhere since almost forever. Since he is sometimes referenced as powering the Velvet Room, I just placed the creation of velvet itself as a possible start for the timeframe of his creation. Can't have the Velvet Room without velvet being a thing.

Now, is the Velvet Room the same as the Black Lodge? Nah. But for fun we can imagine that Mark Frost and David Lynch have been to the Velvet Room.

If Tsumi to Batsu isn't canon, what happened to the Red and Black Books?

I believe the fun part lies in their unknown whereabouts, which serves as fuel for fanfics and other stories. For all we know they're in the hands of an unknown Persona User and/or another mysterious organization. Who knows? I mostly included them to fully connect Jung to Philemon and explain why he seems like such an important human to the latter. Igor may have begun to interact with humans under his master's orders and in part to look for the potential owners of the Books, but he ended up growing fond of his guests and attendants.

On a side note, can you imagine Philemon's heart attack when "The Red Book: Liber Novus" was published and mass produced in 2009? Before realizing, "Ah, this is just Jung's diary, not the magic book". Then again, the publisher was called Philemon Foundation, so we might have a case of ghost company in our hands.

Why did Stephen upload the Demon Summoning Program to a single high school instead of sending mass e-mails like in SMT?

I have a few theories: The first one is that there wasn't an urgency to gather Demon Summoners for an upcoming apocalypse. According to semi-canon sources, Thorman and Gotou existed at some point in the Persona Universe, but either due to Kandori's capitalist machinations or as a consequence between Phil and Nyarly's bet, they were never able to truly gain power. Adding this to my second theory, that Stephen used to attend Karukozaka high school, would explain why he tentatively only uploaded it to his old school's servers. Less desperation and more indirect experimentation, one might say. This would also explain why he became more of an offscreen mentor to Tamaki once she gained the program, since Stephen would have more time to continue developing and experimenting with it. One successful user was enough for now.

Personally, I believe he ended up working for the Nanjo Group after P1, who sponsored this and any future projects he had until his death. Considering he is apparently a trascendent entity, this cushy existence would have been a nice break from the other universes.

Wouldn't it be fun if Stephen was the original creator of beta Evokers but set aside the project due to the lack of a "supernatural power source"? And this project ended up in hands of the Kirijo Group after they split from the Nanjo Group? And then Kouetsu Kirijo only had to finish it by adding the Plumes of Dusk?

What was Nyx doing at St. Hermelin, anyway?

This is something I struggled with. In the end, I settled for someone finding a large Plume of Dusk, thinking it was a pretty rock, and getting the Snow Queen Mask made out of it. A Plume of Dusk this big ended up attracting a lot of Nyx' psyche, which made a mess when combined with Drama Club teenage girls as seen in the number of victims. In the end, it evolved into the Snow Queen Curse. For all we know, the Mask was trying to use the girls as puppets to help bring the Fall, but Nyx' psyche always got to them and they committed suicide soon after.

Personally, I would have stopped producing the Snow Queen at my school after the first two deaths, but to each their own.

Which war did Masataka Amano die in?

This is a huge supposition on my part since even the dates are approximates. I have four contenders: the Falklands War, the 1982 Lebanon War, the Second Sudanese Civil War, or the Sri Lankan Civil War. Pick your poison.

The game says that Gekkoukan was founded after the Kirijo Group laboratory exploded around 1999. The school logo says that Gekkoukan was founded in 1982. What is the truth?

The way I made this work was by making the original founding of Gekkoukan in 1982, like in the logo. Maybe it started as an actual learning insitution, where the graduates would have a possible career in the Kirijo Group. After the entire Death ordeal, they decided to hide the old labs by building a better state-of-the-art school building on top and relocating Gekkoukan there.

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After what you just posted, I couldn't even form words for five minutes. That reaction image was the exact face I was making, lol. I'm not even mad because I am way too baffled by this reveal. Bro, I love this au an uncontrollable amount.

I kind of caught on a bit ago, but I didn't know that Draxum like truly truly cared about the turtles in this au. I knew he loved Spot, but I didn't know where he truly stood with the others...I'm not 100% sure he's the good guy yet. But I can tell that you've fully embraced Dad Draxum. He definitely would've been a wonderful father in the show. That's one of the main things about Rise that I so desperately wished we got to see more of. In a way, this au is healing a part that part of my soul :']

I guess the turtles really don't remember anything. I don't know if Splinter is actually dead or not because I still think there's more to the story. But I'm pretty confused since we haven't actually seen him yet. But if he is, then that really sucks :'( Leo did mention them already having a father figure, so I hope that's him mentioning Splinter.

Man, the poor babies watched their Dad get killed right in front of them by someone they don't even know. I still have no clue as to why the Rat King is after their family! I don't know why he killed Lou. I don’t know why he took the others. They were literally just playing together, and then out of nowhere, the Rat King just dumped Yoshi's body on the ground. Draxum had to watch it, too. And all he could do was save Spot from that monster.

So I guess you could say Little Brother is a bit like a separation au with a mission. It's kind of like the Life Mission au, ngl. I'm still excited about that project.

Anyway, all the signs were there.

Draxum talking with them. It's a lot more gentle than he did in the show, too. Wanting them to meet Spot and telling them, "There's so much you still don't know." I just assumed he was talking about Spot. Nope, there was so much more meaning behind those words.

Spot drawing a picture of him saving his brothers from the "Rat King" because he quite literally watched them get taken and was defenseless to stop it. Either what happened is actually what happened. He just wants to save his brothers and be with them again. He also believes the Rat King still has him under their clutches. But what about Draxum? He's met them already, and he's met April. What's his side of the story? And if Splinter is still alive, then that opens room for Spot to question, "What? How?". And since his brothers don't remember him and don't remember being taken, then he's gonna think they got brainwashed. Then that's gonna be a whole ordeal that'll start conflicting Spot about everything. That's where I think he's gonna start turning against Drax. Only if Splints is alive. I just don't believe they've been taking care of themselves this whole time. Because then April's relationship with them would be a little more complicated.

And this part? Wow, it makes so much more sense now. His brothers, in fact, do not remember him for a reason. And Spot is, has, in fact, NOT grown. It's just, from the angle you put him at, he looks a lot taller than what he actually is. Because it had literally only been three weeks later from where we're at now. Anyway, I'm assuming that the reason he's chasing April is because Draxum saw them with her and assumed she's the enemy. So, where I think this is going is that this is Spots' first real try at getting his brothers back. And I now know that he most likely hasn't turned against Draxum, lmao 💀

I mean, it's still possible since I have a little inkling that Draxum may be lying about something. Or may have gone in Spots memory or whatever. It's just a hunch, I guess. It's not like I want it to be the truth, though. I would love to be wrong and for him to truly just be a wonderful Dad. And for him to want to save his babies and get revenge on the Rat King as much as Spot does. I'm just trying to piece together what could have happened to Yoshi.

And that nightmare he keeps having? It's just a replay of what happened that night, over and over. My boy is traumatized, and all I wanna do is wrap him up in a weighted blanket and give him his brothers back :'(((((((

Aaaah, Finn. I love this au so muuuuuuuch, it's killing me. And you're cute frickin adorable artstyle that I wanna gobble up isn't helping. Also, the new design for the Rat King is SO COOL. He is AWESOME, so here's a gold star for amazing character design ⭐️⭐️⭐️

GGGRRRRHGGRGRGRAAAAAAAAAGGRGHHHHHH!!!!!!! SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS

#little brother au #sharkfinnasks #rottmnt au

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As You Wish, Starlight 18+ Mdni

Characters : Gene Simmons, Paul Stanley.

Pairing : Stardemon

Setting: Early 90's

Au : Marvel Kind of.

Summary: Minutes of awkwardness pass till Gene spoke up.

''There's something i need to ask you and i was hoping you could help.''

''What is it? Paul asked, wondering what it was.

''Since everything has changed, and i mean everything. i was wondering if i can test my body on you. See how it functions, see if i still got it.'' Gene smirked. ''Also to get rid of some disturbance from it.''

Paul couldn't believe Gene was asking, After being Gone for a whole month and finally coming back to him in the dead of morning, scaring him then explaining everything to him. Gene asks that!?!

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⚠️Warnings: Monster fucking, Nudity, Spanking, oral sex, Anal sex, Belly bulge, Fluids, Heat, Gentle/Rough sex, Dirty Talk, Breeding kink, Cum Inflation etc. Ask to tag.

Positions that are used: 69, cowgirl and finally the mating press~

ALSOOnA03NOW!

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It was a dark and stormy rainy night in Los Angeles, Wind almost taking down Trees or cars at 100 miles per hour. Raining soo much that it was even difficult to see out thru windows, which there was a travel advisory.

People were advised to stay in, which some didn't take kindly too. Thundering loudly like there was a volcano erupting. Los Angeles was terrifying place to be in right now, Especially at night like this where things could happen without control.

Certain creatures of the night can come out to cause havoc or even do...dirty things.

Which leads us to Paul Stanley who's all Alone in his Apartment, In the kitchen making a snack. Having the radio on, to listen what was going on since the tv lost signal due to a lightning strike. The rain was almost strong enough you couldn't really hear the radio, so he turned it up.

The door and windows were locked and shut tightly, the only thing that was lighting the room up a little was a candle on the counter while the snack was being made.

Pieces of cheese, cantaloupe, lettuce, etc. Were being placed in the bowl neatly, it looked like a fancy platter of food made for more than one people if one was having a party but they were not. They just couldn't sleep and there stomach was growling.

So walking down the stairs with the candle while thundering was truly a experience for him. Nearly almost tripping down the stairs from a nail that was not fully in, if he had fallen the apartment would have caught fire.

It was quite scary but he was used to it. The only sounds that he was hearing were the hard rain against the window to his left, loud thundering and the radio beside him talking about what's going on out there.

He hummed a fine tune while cutting pieces of fruit and taking little sips from his drink to keep him hydrated. It was very late to eat, in fact it was 1 am almost to 2 am. Knowing he shouldn't eat at this time but his stomach told a different story.

''More news reports of a strange figure jumping from building to buildings skyrocketed tonight, People are speculating it's a monster or Alien some kind. Red, White, and Black they say. It was last seen nea-'' Paul turned the radio down, not wanting to hear it. He didn't want to hear anything creepy or strange tonight.

It was already bad enough being alone at night, where the only thing that gave him comfort and safety was a candle, locked windows and doors. He didn't want to think about some strange being going around. He doesn't want that in his thoughts.

Especially when he couldn't even get a hold of a certain someone for months now. And that certain someone was none other than, Holly wood biggest star. Gene Simmons.

Gene Simmons, or just Gene was frankly nowhere to be seen or heard. Paul thought he was on some business trip or filming a movie just for a few days but then it turned into months after. The last time he seen Gene was when he awakened from being in a coma after 2 or 1 weeks, Paul couldn't remember due to being so worried and scared for him. Thinking of the worst, was he dying? Paul wondered, if so then would the doctors tell him? would Gene even tell him?

When Gene awoke from the coma, Paul embraced him in the bed. sobbing and telling him things only meant for him. Gene acknowledged him for a little, Then started to act entirely different after. Paul wanted him to stay in the hospital for more tests and observations but Gene refused.

Once Gene got discharged, he left without a word. Paul ran after him. Finally, catching up to him by a Fountain while the sun was setting.

Paul can remember the conversation clear as day.

(Gene, just stop! You should be resting right now!)

(i'm fine Paul, no need to worry.)

(You were in a coma! You fainted in front of me! I have to be worry!)

Paul remembered Gene wouldn't turned around when he was talking. He didn't know if Gene was listening to him all he was doing just standing and saying cryptic things.

(Are you sick? Dying? Injured? Gene please tell me!)

(....I don't know...)

(You don't know? What do you mean?)

Paul sliced some fruit in half without watching, frowning. Gene wouldn't tell him what was wrong, he was dodging each time.

(is it about me?)

(No, Absolutely not.)

(Then what is it? He asked walking up to Gene, standing behind him)

(....)

(You can tell me anything.)

(I Know.)

(Then why? Why are being so...secretive all of a sudden?)

(I just--sighs--Have to figure some things out.)

(About What? Paul hand drifted to Gene's hand and then holding it, causing Gene to flinch his hand away)

Paul sliced the fruit again but this time he got his finger.

''shit!'' He swore, dropping the knife onto the cutting board, clutching his hand. Boy it burned and stung.

(Ge-)

Paul looked to see what the damage was, it was bleeding a little but it hurt. He looked around to see any medical supplies nearby, there wasn't. So he head to the bathroom, opening up the cabinet. Looking and...

''Ah! There you are!'' Paul said, Spotting the hydrogen peroxide along with band-aids and cotton balls.

He grabbed the bottle.

(Look, there's something I need to do....By Myself.)

(....)

(Without you...)

''Without you'', the words repeated in Paul's head like a mantra. When he heard those words, it hurt him. Wither, it wasn't supposed to or not it did. After that, Gene left Paul spiraling. Spiraling about everything.

He worried about his Relationship more with him since that happened, was Gene done with him and found someone else he can be with and bring everywhere. Did he become too needy without knowing or too busy with his band as of late.

Paul thought long and hard about it, maybe Gene needed some space. Maybe that's what they both needed, time away from....each other.

He wiped the wound, cleaning it. Grimacing.

During the days that passed, Paul focused on himself a little. Trying to come up a with a few songs in fact, visit friends and family plus see the new predator 2 movie.

He wasn't really into horror and sci-fi movies that much but something about a movie that's a about aliens interests him. He didn't know what it was, but sometimes he'll cheer silently when the alien comes on screen or his heart will race causing him to blush.

It was unnatural, to cheer for Aliens and not for the hero's. Yet, he couldn't help it.

He had dreams after, wet dreams. Of a alien or monster just coming to earth and taking him. Teasing or being downright dirty to him. When it was getting to the ultimate climax, he would awake. Becoming frustrated and annoyed.

That was another thing, his orgasms. Since Gene left, He had a hard time orgasming no matter what he did. He tried going out with people but he opted out each time, tried masturbating or using a toy it didn't work.

Nothing worked...

Without Him.

He bandaged the wound, closing the cabinet. He stared at himself in the mirror.

After the few days had passed, He decided to try and call up Gene on his landline. He called and nobody answered except the recording, Oh looks like he's busy, Paul thought at the time. Deciding he'll just call later or tomorrow.

so he waited and called the next, no answer. waited again, no answer. He repeated this again till he went to Gene's house looking for him, Gene maid showed up and told him he's not home.

He then asks her when he'll be Home and she didn't know. Leaving Paul even more worry and concern.

Didn't he go home after the hospital if not then were could he had gone? He started to asks people around and some from the Hollywood side thinking Gene was secretly filming a movie but they said the same thing, other's had said.

(Gene's not here)

(I haven't seen him since he was hanging out with tim curry)

(oh he's still with you)

and much more, Paul even went to Gene's ex. Who was still on good terms with them both but will give some snarky remarks on the side.

(I Haven't seen him, since the little deer took him and changed him)

He got pissed at that, it's not his fault they broke up.

Over all, Paul got exhausted from looking for Gene and went home, Deciding to just move on with his life and if Gene ever pops up ever again, Hopefully alive. He'll be Happy and Hugging him.

For Now, He'll focus on himself.

Paul sighed. leaving the bathroom, turning the light off. He entered the kitchen. Everything was normal, till he saw the tv was on.

Strange, he thought. When did the tv go back on? Paul looked for the remote, it was on the news from he could tell saying :

''There's been 40% increase of people going missing, statistics have shown it's mainly people in poor areas-''

Paul found the Remote and just before he could turn the tv off, it said : ''the people who have been missing since late last night are Mark st. John, Vinnie Vincent and E-'' He Turned the tv off.

''Vinnie's missing?'' Paul said quietly, just as he said that he heard a thud.

He looked and the cutting board was on the floor along with his food. What the?, He thought. Paul went and tried to clean it up till he noticed a slight breeze coming in to his right.

He turned, the windows was open letting rain coming, he ran to the window trying to close it getting wet in the process. It was tough to close but he managed to do it, he let out a breath. ''Creepy..'' He said, Then noticing puddles of water on his rug.

''Okay....'' Becoming a little uneasy right now. Paul went to go grabbed the rug till he felt something dripped. He looked up slowly, The celling was wet and he could scratch marks, that freaked him out completely.

Paul Looked around more as he heard strange sounds, even growling noises and some scratching. It smelled Funky too.

He backed up slowly near the kitchen counter, He turned around. Holding his head in his hands trying to calm down. is it robber? He thought. Or a serial killer?

He was not prepared for a situation like this but who knows in the times he was living in now. He could fight back but that would be a bad decision, he could hide but that would take ages to find a hiding spot. The killer would probably look more than they do in movies.

Paul Let out a deep breath, whatever it was. It's probably small and not dangerous, he thought. to help calm himself. He breathed in and out. A technique that always helped in times like these.

''That feels better.'' He whispered. Feeling a lot better.

He turned around and...bumped into someone.

Paul trembled, His hands touching something. He flicked his hand away and turned around quickly. Scared as shit now. It was directly close, hovering above him. Breathing.

It was pressing against him too close, Paul's eyes glanced behind. It looked horrifying! Were those spikes!?! his back became wet with water. That thing came into apartment through the window!!

Before Paul could do or say anything-

A large hand came out from the shadows covering Paul's mouth.

''Don't Scream.''

The shadowy figure spoke in deep voice, Paul could literally feel him directly behind him. Paul was scared out of his mind, Panicking. if he moved was it going to hurt him or kill him.

His heart was racing out of his chest.

''You don't know me but i do know you, Paul.'' it said.

How da fuck it knows my name!?!?, Paul thought. Now becoming more petrified than ever. Was this a prank? No it can't be! Was it someone he knew!?! A lot of things ran through Paul's head, trying to think of a sane thought. But no matter what they came out with negativity.

''Look at me, I won't hurt you.''

He didn't want to, god he didn't want to. Too afraid to move, what if it bites his head or something worse.

''Look at me.''

Just as the being was tilting Paul's chin to make him look, But in a blink of a eye. Paul grabbed a Nearby object, with all his might. Bashed the creature's face in making the creature lose his holding on Paul's mouth.

Lightening striked!

''HOW THE FUCK YOU KNOW MY NAME!?!?'' He yelled, Running and Getting onto the stairs. Hyperventilating, Putting up whatever up he had in his hands. Putting a little brave face on.

The Creature groaned in pain, holding it's head. Stumbling.

''ANSWER ME!!''

''Pau-'' It's voice was shaking in two voices. the creature started walking to him, stumbling around still.

''STAY BACK!!! OR I'LL-'' Paul looks down at the object. ''HIT YOU WITH THIS FRYING PAN AGAIN!!!'' He yelled.

''It's me!'' The creature got in front of Paul now, Paul raises the frying pan and gets ready to hit it.

''I DON'T KNOW YOU!!!''

''STARLIGHT, IT'S ME GENE!!!''

Just as he swings, lightening struck loudly causing lights to flash all over the room, glass breaking. The Creature shows bits of himself Revealing who they are finally and it's....

Gene.

''Gene!?!''

The Frying pan flies out of Paul's hands, Nearly missing Gene's forehead by a inch and instead hits the wall behind. Lodging itself in, the wall cracked.

''Gene?''

The lights stay on, Paul fully seeing Gene now. Gene was rubbing his head and panting. He looked the same but different this time, he was wearing a orange turtleneck, Blue jeans and Black boots. His hair had grown longer than last time and he was sporting a beard too. He looked taller as well.

Paul stood there, frozen.

''my head...'' Gene groaned, never expecting to be hit like that in his life. Not from Paul too in fact, He thought he was going to faint or be concussed.

To be Honest, he deserved it. He thought it would be funny to scare him but it wasn't. It was raining and thundering, also....he was different now, he should of tried a different approach.

Either way, He's very Happy to see Paul again.

''I gotta say..'' Gene goes, laughing a little to distract him from the pain and the situation. ''You should tried out for baseball Paulie, cause that was a outstanding hit~!'' He Laughed.

Paul sniffled.

''Who knows may-ooof!''

Paul launches at him, embracing him making him lose his footing landing on the hard floor. Paul was rambling hysterically to him, hugging him tight.

Asking him questions so fast, Gene couldn't follow.

''wherehaveyoubeen!areyouokay?!?!?icalledyoumanytimes!?!?noonewouldanswerme!'' and so on.

Gene tried to answer each of them but couldn't, cause Paul ask right after the other. It was getting tiring and annoying.

''didyou-'' Gene muffled him.

''if i answered your questions and tell you everything from the day i left the hospital and before I enter, would that help you? Would that make you feel better? Just nod or shake your head.''

Paul stares at him, then nods.

''Ok.'' He takes his hand off Paul's mouth, Paul hugs tighter. Hearing Gene's heartbeat.

''I Missed you.''

Gene eyes light up, he hugs Paul back.

''I Missed you too.''

Gene sat him down and explained everything to him over a course of a hour, answering his questions. Telling him what happened, His journey he went on, the things he encountered while on it. Experiencing things that were abnormal and even revealing he ate things no human should even eat.

He didn't know Paul actually believed him or not, but he hoped he was cause if not he was going to scream. It's was a tough trip to get here from wherever he was to Los Angeles.

He told him how his body changed, how he was stronger and how much energy he has. Paul covered his nose, from the smell.

''Is that what i smell earlier?'' Paul said. shifting a little

Gene nodded and Continued on with his story, Finally revealing that there was a alien inside of him and ending the story with how the creature and him are now one.

''So in conclusion, this thing inside me is staying and that's all.''

Gene saw the Worry and Panic look on Paul's face.

''It's not hurting me, it's just let's me know when it's hungry or speak it's mind.''

''IT CAN TALK1?!?''

''Paul, lower your voice. it can hear you. And see you.''

''Lower my voice?!?'' Paul stammered all over the place, trying to comparand everything gene has told him. A alien inhabited Gene and is using him when needed, when he needs to eat or something. Plus he couldn't believe that monster was Gene earlier. It looked nothing liked him.

Also, he went to outer space!?! Hung out with some other aliens and saved a planet from certain doom!?! Da fuck!?! He met a guy, named silver surfer.

''Please tell me your actually joking...is this your new acting style?'' Paul groaned, sliding his fingers through his hair.

''Unfortunately no, This is actual real.''

Paul flopped backwards onto the couch.

''This is too much, even for me.''

''It was too much for me at first but i got use to it.'' Gene said, Leaning back against the couch.

Silenced fill the Room, the rain hit against the window more. Paul watched the ceiling fan as Gene looked down at the table.

''is it hurting you?'' Paul asked.

''It was at first then when it and i bonded, it stopped. we were now one. The only thing that bother me was i had to change my diet, i was happy that i grew taller.''

''Yeah, you were hovering above me.'' Paul chuckled, then going wide eyed. ''When you say, your diet has changed. What do you mean by that?''

''...''

''Ge-.''

''You don't want to know, you definitely don't want to know.''

''i-ok then.''

Minutes of awkwardness pass till Gene spoke up.

''There's something i need to ask you and i was hoping you could help.''

''What is it? Paul asked, wondering what it was.

Paul couldn't believe Gene was asking, After being Gone for a whole month and finally coming back to him in the dead of morning, scaring him then explaining everything to him. Gene asks that!?!

He expected it but not like this. Not after the whole debacle, Paul crossed his arms. Thinking about it.

''I can literally smell the stress on you, have you been taking care of your self?''

''Yeah.''

''Taking a shower?''

''Yeah.''

''Eating?''

Paul nods.

It was silent after, just them both staring at the ceiling.

''If your not up for it, then i-''

''How badly do you want me?'' Paul asked, smiling a little.

''W-''

''I said, how bad you want me?''

Gene looked at him.

''Answer me, My Demon~''

Gene heart raced.

''Badly enough that i've been humping pillows, imagining it was you. Screaming my name. Ejaculating into some objects, sweating at just the thought of wearing one my shirts only and fucking you on the kitchen counter.''

''And~'' Paul touches Gene crotch.

''Fucking your mouth till you can't swallow, Tearing all of your clothes off till you are bare.''

Paul shivered.

''An-''

''Making out with you while i fuck you into the bedframe till it breaks.''

Paul moans, rubbing his hand on Gene's crotch.

''Now?'' Gene asks.

''Now!''

Gene picks up Paul bridal style.

''Upstairs?''

''Upstairs.''

And Upstairs they go, stairs creaking each time Gene went up. Paul was going to finally have Gene and Maybe...

One but two surprises as well.

XxXxXx

Paul was thrown on the bed, While Gene Marched towards him transforming into the Monstrous being that Paul saw moments ago in the kitchen. It was Horrifying but Infatuating at the same time, seeing Gene just transformed with no problem at all just did something to Paul. The little black tendril like veins forming on skin changing it's structure.

Eyes going white with red and black forming around it resembling makeup they used when preforming, Teeth that was once normal now it look like it could bite someone's head off. Hands that were small now enlarged with long claws that can destroy anything or anyone. Body was a mixture of mostly black it seems.

The tongue. Ohhh that tongue, was longer than before making Paul face red as Raunchy thoughts began to seep in. How long is that tongue now? Would it be able to farther than before? What about those fingers, those nails would surely make him bleed. As the thoughts were going rampant in his head, Paul then noticed a new detail.

''Like what's you see~?'' Gene smirks, His voice was now different. Deep and Husky sounding. Gene now stood before Paul hovering over him snapping him out of his dirty mind. He now see's that the transformation is complete.

Gene looked like a actual demon now.

''U-um...'' Paul stammers, he looks down and see's not one but two big fat cocks. He didn't know what to say too distracted by what he see's.

It Freaked him out honestly, it did. But he was willing to help gene out with this since he agreed. Paul hadn't had sex or masturbated in months due to a grueling schedule and he needed a stress relief session badly, so this would probably help him a lot.

''It's eh...Nice..I guess.''

''Nice, what do yo-''

''I mean uh....wow.''

''Paul....''

''What?''

''Wow....really?''

''I'm not fucking use to seeing someone with two dicks and looking like the Alien!'' Paul exclaims. ''This is new to me!''

''This is new to me too! Asking someone to help me, it's embarrassing. Your the only one I can trust with this!''

Paul eyes widen.

''You...trust me?''

''Of course, why wouldn't I?''

Paul didn't know what to say or think at that. Gene was the only one who always helped when things were bad, he was there when the band broken up only leaving the both of them to pick up the pieces and start over. He was there when Paul got surgery for his ear, He payed it out of pocket for him.

When they started a new band, Starting to get famous and all. Gene stuck around for a while till he had to go work on movies Leaving Paul all alone. Paul Hated it, but was happy for his friend when the movies made him successful like him and they could finally hang out without problems hanging over them.

Gene trusted Paul and Paul trusted Gene, Making there Relationship blossom through the years. Strengthening there bond with each other through the toughest of times.

Paul showed Gene his most vulnerable self, then why can't Gene do the same?

Paul looked at Gene who was still standing before him, embarrassed and looking away from Him.

Paul sighs.

''I'm sorry, Gene.''

Gene looks back at him.

''It's just this is very different from what we usually do and I'm not sure how to process it.''

''if you don't want to do it, that's tot-''

''No. I agreed to this. the only way you and me can do this, is to process it together. No matter how-.'' He looks up and down. ''-freaky it is.''

''No matter how freaky it is, huh?'' Gene repeated.

''Yeah...''

''.....''

''How do you want to do this then?''

''I don't know, but let's start out slowly. See where it takes us.'' Paul puts his hand on Gene's thigh, it felt weird to feel the skin being so smooth and a little scaly. He looks into Gene's Eyes. ''Ok?''

Gene looks at Paul for a small amount time then puts his hand on Paul's as well.

''Ok.''

Clothing was taken off, piece by piece. Leaving Paul Naked as Gene left light touches as he go not wanting to hurt Nor scratch him. He felt Paul up as he went. Touching his sides lightly, Putting his hand between his thighs hearing Paul gasp when a nail touched his groin.

Gliding across his back, giving him a cold chill. All the way down, Towards Paul plump ass. He gave it a gentle squeeze, his nails going into the soft skin. Paul moaned, Feeling both odd and new sensations.

''You good?'' Gene asked, squeezing Paul's ass more. Paul wraps his arms around Gene's neck, Hiding his face.

''Y-Yeah..It feels different...'' Paul muttered, Face going red.

''How different?'' He asked, pulling Paul's cheeks apart. Seeing his hole, he slides his hand between them. His fingers were near the entrance, without a thought his finger entered Paul.

Paul breath hitches, getting a shock from the finger that had entered him. Feeling the Long nail against his fleshy walls, Gene's finger is bigger than before. Gene doesn't move his finger, letting it stay still so Paul can get use to it.

''How different is it?'' Gene asks again, feeling Paul shiver against him and hearing the small breaths he's doing.

''Very different...'' Paul answered, brushing his hand over his face. Sniffling. ''So fucking different, My god.'' He whimpered. ''I feel so sensitive now...'' Voice becoming shaky.

''is it because...I'm This?''

Paul tears his face away from Gene's neck, Facing him directly now. He's sweating profusely and face completely red like a tomato, he's breathing heavily.

''Yeah...and Your smell. Fuck your smell...

I Shouldn't have sniffed you.''

''Do i smell bad?''

''Not all all...''

''Then wh-''

''It's so strong now, Stronger than before.'' Paul cuts him off, The pheromones that were once small now was Radiating off from Gene like Some exotic perfume that's rare. Surprisingly, Gene didn't even notice anything off about the smell due to being use to it for a couple months. But, now he see's the full effect of it and how it's making Paul act.

Paul was rubbing his cock against him, it was more like humping. Very desperate, like. Paul was leaving small kisses on his neck and shoulders. Whining a little, precum was coming out already.

Gene only touched him lightly and put only one finger inside of him, he expected Paul to be a little undone but not like this. Completely shivering and whining like a bitch in heat.

Now he knows what his scent do to people now.

''G-G-Gene!'' Paul yelled, snapping Gene out of his thoughts.

''Hmm?''

''I Need You! He cried, Pushing Gene down onto the bed. The bed creaked a little, but he didn't care. Sweat was dripping off him. ''Badly! PLEASE!!!!'' He howled, humping Gene more now.

''How badly~?'' Gene cooed, Enjoying the way Paul was becoming already before him. It entertained him, seeing the singer who's considered to be Shy to everyone now being not so shy now about anything. He loved it.

''FUCKING BAD! PLEASE!'' Paul Yelled, loud enough for his upstairs neighbors to hear. His eyes getting all glossy.

''Till you can't walk? Or can't even think about anyone but me?'' Gene Taunted, Growling. His hand grabbing Paul's hair wrapping it around his fist tightly.

''Till you are full of my cum letting it leak down your legs showing everyone who claimed and ruined you?!?!'' He yanked Paul's hair.

''YES!''

''How about Covering you in it, like the filthy slut you are!'' He yanks it again but harder.

''YES!!!''

''USING YOU LIKE A FLESHLIGHT TILL I FUCKING BREAK YOU!?!?'' He growled ferociously.

''ANYTHING! PLEASE JUST FUCK ME!!!!

Gene chuckles, Yanking Paul towards him by his hair. Opening his mouth, letting that long tongue out. Licking Paul's face all over, wet with saliva. Almost letting it go into his mouth by kissing and nibbling on his lips.

They Make out, deepening there kiss. He pushes bits of his tongue in Paul's Mouth teasing him for what's to come later. Paul pushes back but Gene pushes harder.

In the end, they pulled away for air.

''As You Wish, Starlight.''

Minutes what feels like hours pass, Gene lays on his back using his arms as a pillow. Grunting and Moaning, from the pleasure that Paul is attempting to give him. He watches Paul go down on him, trying to deep throat but couldn't due to how big the cocks were.

He watch his mouth half way down almost to the middle each down than back up again. Slurping noises were heard each time he sucked the tip, Rubbing the other one, as he goes. Lips swollen already from how hard he was sucking. He was even rubbing his face on it, from time to time relishing in it's musky scent.

He knew Paul didn't have a gag reflex from experiences but this was different.

For Paul and Even For Him.

He didn't want to push Paul hard down on it, he didn't want to hurt or possibly injured him. He wouldn't forgive himself if he ever did.

He sighs. Placing his hand on Paul's hair, gently stroking and petting him. Encouraging him to suck more. Paul starts to suck more on the other leaving small kisses on it, Gene see's that Paul is wearing lipstick plus mascara. That turns him on more.

Seeing the lipsticks marks and mascara smears on the other that Paul was sucking on before he went to the other more clearly now. ''Goddamn...'' Gene whispered, Tightening his grip on Paul's hair.

He started to wonder about Paul, How was he doing during all these months. When he was all alone, did he get into any relationship or fuck anyone? They were exclusive, but yet he thinks Paul wanted to be in a relationship strictly with him. Both of them didn't get jealous when they slept with other people or dated them, it's just that Paul acted weirdly about it sometimes. Gene acted fine with it but he had to admit he did get territorial when Paul was with the strangest people that Gene thought were shady.

He couldn't forget it when Donna or couple of other women and men broke Paul's heart. it was such a awful to sight see him depressed and even worse when he stopped eating at some points when he was soo down. Gene comforted Paul everyday, taking breaks from filming movies to go see and hang out with to help him feel better. Bringing him some stuff from movie sets that he totally didn't steal to sleeping together.

When Paul was getting better and more stable, Gene took him out on some occasions taking him to places he could afford like his favorite restaurant and even shopping too. When he saw Paul smiled for the first time in a while, he swore his heart skipped a beat. The pure joy on his face, it made that day special.

''Sooo...good.'' Paul muttered.

Gene twitched, he glanced down. Paul took two of his cocks and started to lick the tips of it. He was licking them like it was ice cream, like he was a already a pro at it. Paul rubbed them both together as he licked more, unhinging his jaw a bit. Fuck, Gene thought. Isn't that bothering him? Would it be sore tomorrow? Would he be able to even fuck Paul? That worried him.

''Be careful.''

''I Will, don't worry.'' Paul said, reassuring gene. Flipping his hair around so it wouldn't be in the way when he licked. Gene moved some strands behind Paul's ear.

Paul went back to working on him, stroking the base of the cocks whilst continuing to lick the tips.

Gene also wondered about the symbiote inside him, Gene was in control most of the time but when he was hungry it was a completely different story. When the hunger came, the Alien being came to life. It's quiet most of the time, but when it awakens and it talks to him inside his head or comes out of him it's frightening. He truly doesn't want to kill anyone but if he doesn't his organs will shut down causing the symbiote possibly even him to die, he didn't want to die. He didn't want to leave thousands of fans and Paul. Mostly Paul. Paul was Mainly on his mind.

How could one simple thing change everything he knows and function after like everything was normal?

One day everything was normal then the next everything was hell. He went to go film some scenes, see's his mother, do some business to stopping his car at night in front of what he thought was a wounded person turned to be a whole other being that instantly went inside and changed him into what he is now.

It was hell days after, Night sweats. Couldn't breath sometimes, Pain shooting out suddenly, weird cravings, Coughing violently and so much more that he almost went to the hospital but decided against it multiple times till he fainted one day in front of Paul. Paul took him to the hospital quickly when that happened, not wanting to wait on 911. 911 would have taken too long.

When he was taken to a emergency room due to dehydration and high fever, Eventually going to a coma. When being in the coma, it was total darkness. Gene felt like he was floating or sometimes walking in the dark, He also felt strange like there was someone else in there with him. Just waiting on the right moment to appeared.

Then it Happened.

His body felt different, it changed. His heart and everything else stopped. It was like dying but he felt alive at the same time, he didn't see any anything all he did see was a shadowy figure standing before him then touching his forehead and boom.

He Awoke.

Awakening to his heart beating on the monitor, the doctors talking between each other loudly he could so called remembered and a totally distraught ridden Paul sobbing and hugging him. Holding him tightly as Gene looked around, examining his surroundings as if something was off and it turned out there was.

He was Reborn.

He felt Energized, Smarter, Healthier than he had in years. It was unbelievable, He felt like he could take on everything now and Maybe...just maybe the who-

''gene....'' Paul croaked, snapping Gene out of his thoughts completely. Paul laid his head between the cocks, Lips were big and swollen. smudges of lipstick and Mascara were all over his face, his hair messy. Eyes hazy, lips frowning. ''I can't keep doing this...My mouth...I can only do so much with it.''

''Want me to fuck you now?''

''mhmh...'' He nods.

''I Still Gotta prep you, Paulie.''

Paul whined, letting his face fall completely and started silently screaming plus complaining which Gene found funny, Laughing.

''It's not funny...''

''It Kinda is.''

....

After that Transition, Gene gently grabbed Paul by the legs and change there positions bending Him a little bit. Almost like 69. Holding Paul by the thighs, Paul grabbed onto Gene legs as hard as he could.

''Are you going to finger me?''

''Nope, even better.'' Gene smirked, ''I'm going to use my tongue on you.'' Flicking out his long tongue at Paul who was having a hard time seeing it making Gene chuckle. ''It might feel different than before, So be ready.''

''I'm always, ready.''

''Not everyone always ready, starlight. Not everyone.''

Getting comfortable in the position they were in now, Paul gave him the thumbs up and Gene went to town. Paul immediately jolted from the tongue, licking his insides. The Tongue wiggled inside, Touching his walls. Holding his breath each time, he felt sharp teeth graze his skin.

Gene swirl his tongue around, almost pushing Paul's hole directly closer to his mouth. Paul Moaned, Shaking from the intense pleasure that was happening to him. His muscles tightened. Paul tasted amazing, so fucking delicious! It's been so long since Gene ate him out. He doesn't know if it because of the change or they haven't fucked in months, otherwise he doesn't care.

It Drove him insane, hearing Paul scream and cry out. Asking for more. His screaming was like heaven to his ears. The tongue flicked against Paul's prostate quickly enough sending jolts throughout his body. Gene lifted him up more, completely off the bed.

''Ge-OOHHHH!'' Paul cried.

Gene wrapped Paul's leg around his head, diving in more into him. Paul couldn't hold onto anything, all he could do is dangle in the air and Moan loudly.

Tongue went deeper and deeper enough to cause Paul's belly to peak out a bit, thrusting in and out more harshly. Paul swore and babble to the point he didn't even know what he was saying.

Violent heat spread all over his withering body, Fingers and toes tingle, Head trashing around into nothingness. It's coming, oh it's coming. Arousal rising and rising. Paul can feel his climax coming closer. It's been months, Paul thought. Finally he can cum, finally he doesn't have to use his fingers or some object to satisfy him. Finally, Gene's here to fuck him, hold him and love him. He missed him soo much, it was awful!

Finally Gene can give him a Orgasm, Paul desperately deserves and craves. The orgasm only Gene can give him and nobody els-

Gene stopped.

Fully putting Paul's climax to a screeching halt, dropping him onto the bed like he was a rag doll.

''What the-!?!'' Lifting himself up, Paul turns around. Couldn't believe that Gene stopped of all sudden, denying him his sweet release he craved so much. ''Why did you stop!?!?'' He angrily asked.

Licking his lips across his teeth sensually, Gene laughs deviously. Which scared Paul a little.

''You were becoming too good, Baby. Soo fucking good, I Almost bit you.''

''But why did yo-.''

''I didn't want to hurt you~.''

''But i was almost there!'' Paul whined.

''I don't want you to lose a ass cheek, Paul. We can't have that now can't we? Just imagine going to the hospital, the doctors asking you what happened and what do you say?'' He chuckled. ''Plus your wet enough for me to slide into you.''

''I-'' Paul was about to say something but decided against it. He honestly didn't know what he'll say to the doctors if that happen, what was he's going to say anyway? That a 7 or 8ft alien who was actually a human bit his ass off while getting eaten out, they'll look at him like he was crazy plus it would be fucking embarrassing.

''I don't know...But still you should of let me cum. It's been hard these past months trying to make myself...without you y'know.'' Paul Pouted, mumbling the last part hoping Gene didn't hear him, but he did. Gene looked at him, It confirmed what he had wondered earlier.

Paul actually needed him, needed this. Badly it seems.

''Hey...'' He goes, Paul looks up at him. ''At least I'm here now.'' lifting Paul's chin up, Looking into his eyes. ''To help satisfy you, Starlight. And...''

He Grabs Paul's Ass, feeling him up. Paul blushed.

''Give you the Best the pounding of your life~'' He said, Spanking Paul's ass making him yelp. Then giving him a forehead kiss. ''How does that sound?''

Paul leans into him, Smiling a little.

''Enlightening~.''

Gene fixed his position, Laying against the headboard this time. He heard the bed creak again clearly this time. ''You know, you should really think about getting a new bed. It sounds lik-OH!'' He grunted, Looking down at Paul who was now sliding down onto the first cock carefully as he could. He was halfway down.

He watched the little breathy moans and the slight shivers Paul gave, Paul fell onto Gene's stomach whimpering. ''F-Fuck...'' digging his nails into Him.

''Yo-''

''Don't...'' Paul muttered, Trying to focus. The cock was stretching him, due to how much Gene prepped him. it sent little bits of pain through to him. ''I c-can do this....'' He looks up to Gene, shaking. ''You've done enough for me so far...''

Gene doesn't say a word, nothing. Letting Paul continue on.

Paul slide completely down, taking the whole cock in. He wailed, sagging backwards a little. Gene stared at him In shock, Paul took the whole cock in. Sweat running down his body, his hair all over the place, little whines and also....his stomach. Gene became heated, seeing Paul's stomach. It looked like Paul was pre-.

''Gene do it now!''

''Huh?''

''Fuck me! Move or do something! Please Just fuck me! Paul cried, his voice wavering, shaking more.

And On cue, lightening struck as Gene started to bounce Paul on his dick. Paul rode him as much as he could, feeling the cock hit his prostate.

''You feel so gooood!'' Paul moaned, bouncing more and more. Sobbing. His chest started to bounce along with him, so was some belly fat too.

Gene drooled at the sight of it, Never in his life expecting to see a man with a chest like that do that. He even watched the belly flap too, it was odd to get aroused at that but he didn't care.

His hand reached out on it's own before he can think, it was like it had a mind of it's own. His hand grabbed Paul's chest and started it to squeeze it.

''G-G-Gene!! What're yo-Ah!

The hand squeezed and pinch Paul's nipples, digging into them violently. He panted.

''What big tits you have, Starlight.'' Gene teased, pushing the chest together. Pushing his face into them, licking and sucking them. He pushed his hips up, thrusting up into Paul. ''I swear with tits like these, you could make milk. Sweet and salty Milk, I could drink from you like a god~.''

Paul too distracted from getting fucked, blushed hard and went wide eyed. Not ever hearing Gene say something like that before. Sure, they dirty talk before but this was new.

''Gene, what are yo-'' he cuts him off, ramming up into him. Going closer and bringing his hand to his stomach.

''Just Imagine, Your stomach swelling up my seed till you can't take it. Fucking you until you are baring my child. Your tits would swell till you are leaking with such substance, That I only would drink from you.''

Paul couldn't believe what he was hearing, He knew couldn't get pregnant but this was a whole new level. Milk, His tits, Pregnancy!?!? What was he going about? And why was it working?

He wanted to ask questions right then and there, but decided against it. He'll just ask Gene about it later.

Paul rocked himself back and forth now, Slamming his ass down more onto the cock. Gene growled and grunted, squeezing Paul's chest and Spanking his ass more till it was raw.

It was getting more hot, intense, sweaty.

Paul gripped onto gene, slamming and smashing more. He Knew for sure he wouldn't be able to walk tomorro- probably a week. The Climax was coming into him, he can feel it. The more he slammed it down in him, against his prostate. It was coming, he was holding back his moans. His throat was hurting, his face making expressions that people would think are funny or horrendous.

Wasn't even listening to Gene anymore, Ignoring the filthy things he was saying. He could still feel him pinching and now twisting his nipples. Paul only focused was on his climax now.

''yes...yes...fuck...Almost there...'' He chanted. Nearly at his peak, just one more and he ca-

Gene pulled out, Fixing Paul's position. Before Paul could utter anything. Gene plunged his other cock into him, penetratingly him deeply and jackhammering so fast.

''OOOOOOH-!!!'''

Gene slammed down into him, going completely in and out. Holding Paul's legs tight. He growled.

''Such a Needy whore!'' Gene grunted.

Paul screamed each time the cock went down. His mind was breaking. Thrashing his head around, Legs flailing almost kicking Gene's side.

''GENE!!!'' He cried, sobbing relentlessly. This was the best he ever had and doesn't want it to end. Gene went closer to his face and started sloppily making out with him. Pushing his long tongue into him down his throat, Paul wailed into his mouth feeling the violent thrusts.

Paul's dick was rubbing against Gene's other cock that was previously in him.

''Paul...'' Gene uttered, Paul side eyes him. ''Can...i-erh-Come inside?'' He groaned, his nails digging into Paul making him bleed.

Paul Nods frantically.

''Thank you.....''

Just like that, Gene went faster than ever before. Paul gripped onto him, closing his eyes tightly, Feeling his prostate be hit over and over. And then...

It hit them both like a white flash of light, Gene's Roaring, The Lightening strike, The bed broke all at the same time!

Gene flooded Paul with his heavy load of cum, Stomach becoming bigger cause of it, Paul choked on his scream. Cum gushing out from his hole as Gene completely for the last and final time ram into him. Paul eyes rolled into the back of his head as he spasm. His tongue out, His mouth wide open. His whole body twitched from the aftershocks, and some pain when Gene just bites into his neck right now, letting some bits of blood squirts out.

Cum went everywhere, and so did blood as well. Trailing down Paul's neck while Gene was lapping it up with his tongue. Blood filling his nostrils, Making Gene crave it more. Doing small thrusts into Paul as he licked his neck clean. Hearing small moans and cries from him.

''Shhh..your ok.'' He gently whispered.

Paul couldn't keep his eyes open, too overwhelmed with his release, the side of his neck a little swollen and Gene filling him. He couldn't even move or think. too tired and satisfied now. He felt like he was in space, The orgasm was mind-blowing. Gene pulled out, letting a stream of cum leaked out all over the place.

Gene rolled over, Panting. Transforming back to normal, Paul was laying on him. That was too intense, Gene thought feeling extremely better now. Breathing slowly now, he looked down at Paul. His eyes were hazy, Muttering some unintelligible words he couldn't understand but he understood the next ones he said.

''i love you.....i love you...i love you...'' He repeated endlessly. Gene wrapped his arms around him, petting his head gently.

''I love you too, Starlight.'' Gene nuzzled him, purring deeply.

''D-don't ever...Leave me again...''

''I Promise, Starlight. I Promise.''

Paul trembled as he moved his head to give Gene a kiss, it was a weak one but Gene took it and strive with it, murmuring sweet things to each other till Paul pulled away, letting his head rest against him.

''gee-eene.....you owe me...a new bed....'' He uttered just before he fell asleep in Gene's arms.

Gene chuckled, pecking him on his head.

''I will get you a new bed too~.''

Hours passed as Gene and Paul slept peacefully, the rain stopped and so did the thundering. Everything was all quiet till....

''Is that your Mate, human?''

A voice was heard.

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This was kind of inspired by certain venom animations, i'm a sucker for some monster/Alien fucking!

Comments and Reblogs are greatly Appreciated~

Anyway, I hoped you guys enjoyed this!

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It's a little disheartening to see people disrespecting Molly's decision to sacrifice what she had with Scratch in order for him to have his life back. I’m not sure if detractors of the series finale truly understand Molly as a character.

Literally the thoughts in my head! I'd seen a couple of those posts and thought to reply to them somehow but couldn't figure out a way to get to all of them, so this ask should do it...

The message has been there the whole time. In Libby's exposition, she mentions the quote from maya angelou: "What is a fear of living? It's being preeminently afraid of dying. It is not doing what you came here to do, out of timidity and spinelessness. The antidote is to take full responsibility for yourself - for the time you take up and the space you occupy. If you don't know what you're here to do, then just do some good." I believe this sums up scratch's arc and molly's (i will get into it later) to a T. He shut himself off from the world for years before molly met him, and was very afraid to take risks or do anything new (this is seen in episodes like All Systems No, where the whole point is scratch literally saying no to things and molly always saying yes to things). And probably other s1 and s2 episodes but none are actively on my mind rn. Him leaving to take risks was practically necessary, living out his life IS necessary because he couldn't bring himself to do so before but now he can.

Scratch needed to do something. We find out he's a wraith and then what? He can't just live outside his body knowing full well that he has a body and knows of its existence! I guess the main point argued was that he didn't have to be scrubbed of memory... I'd like to bring up a tweet that involves Bill's reasoning for choosing this path https://twitter.com/InevitablyBill/status/1746595852138008750 (it's a thread btw, take a read, i love it so much!). At the end of the day, imagine this: he goes into his human body, stays with the mcgees... maybe he meets adia... but isn't the whole point that he knew adia for years, even as a child, and wanted to come with her, but his anxiety/depression always got the better of him? Isn't the whole point that he needs to leave, he can't stay forever! You could argue "he fit so perfectly fine with the mcgees! it makes their friendship pointless like this!" but the real question of the day is: why do you think he isn't a mcgee anymore? just because he forgot them (define forgot since he subconsciously remembers stuff)? family is forever. It's in your soul! I've met some wonderful people (adults and kids alike) that have semi-made me into the person I am today. Chosen family comes and goes, sometimes it stays a while and then leaves. I still feel sad for losing touch with people I thought would stay forever...But that DOES NOT make it any less worthwhile. It's what molly said: "If you don't remember me, at least you'll remember that." The things he learnt weren't erased. He didn't "forget them", not really. Because if he did he'd be right back at square one, being all "I don't need friends!" and "Being good's for suckers!" and now that would make everything pointless.

Molly has trauma. Valid point, but I raise you this: She chose to let go. She fully understood the risks even as scratch pointed them out, and despite everything. Just as easily she could've said that it was ok and he didn't have to go back, but she didn't.

This show is heavily grounded in reality for something based on silly ghosty adventures. Why can't someone leave? Because of plot? Shit happens anyways, trauma or no trauma, and if anything, molly isn't alone. Molly originally clung to scratch as a forever friend because she didn't want to be alone. She isn't alone now though! She's got Libby! She's got Ollie and June! She's got Geoff as well (technically), so she's not completely done for!

#posts #asks #tgamm #i kinda procrastinated posting this lollll #if i forgot a point i'll edit the OG post but anyways i cant let this mf sit in the drafts for like 5 days

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blorbobird · 1 year

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Lucemond × Hogwarts AU

( in which luke is hospitalized for the damage aemond's caused, aemonds gone into an unexpected spiral, and haelena calls him on his bullshit )

Not even death could grant Lucerys the peace of absolute silence.

There he laid in the hospital wing, unconscious and sore, unable to open a single eye or be too aware of pretty much anything. It all had been in an out. Murmurs, dazy pictures and blurred vision in the brief moments he could gather the strength to open up his eyes. None of it mattered and none of it made sense anyway.

The only thing that notified him that he was infact alive had been the voices. His brother's, his mums, other indistinct ones that merged into Charlie-Brown background chatter. It had started to get more frequent and clear with time. Merlin only knows how long he's been out for.

"You think he'll be okay?" His mother, Rhaenyra's, sweet voice asked a disembodied person on the other side of his hosptial bed.

Deep, humored, masculine. "Maybe just a nasty headache for a few days," Daemon, possibly. "If he was in any real serious danger Id make sure Aemond's stupid little head was hanging above my fire place right now."

Yes. Definitely Daemon.

"The boy should be expelled." Rhaenyra says in an upset, low voice. Over protective as always and playing with the image of Aemond's head on a pike even now.

"Lucerys apparently provoked him," Daemon says with all but an eye roll. It isnt that hard to believe, the boy is mouthy, but he is also lively aware how quickly that damned group of people twist things. " Hightower convinced detention until the end of term. Its obvious however that a number of people don't want Aemond's name withdrawaled from the tournament before they even get the chance to see whom is entered."

The two brief meeting they had on this topic hadnt gone well. Lannister, Cole, Hightower and even Baratheon such all voting in favor. Rhaenys had settled no expulsion until the boy woke up. It probably helped also that Aemond himself made no argument towards any of this. He had also been the one to carry Lucerys to the infirmary seconds later, wasting no time, but such a small useless detail meant nothing.

Especially to Rhaenyra. Who saw his subtle regret when no one else was looking, but also knew damn well that reckless male was the reason her precious boy was harmed at all.

Lucerys feels something warm squeeze his hand and he groans in response. Trying to squeeze it back but he doesn't have the energy. He wants to comfort his mother, tell her that he's okay and wrap her in a silly big hug so her voice stops sounding so broken. So concerned.

More murmurs and a kiss on the forehead before he truly dozes off again.

☛

His next memory feels like eons later but in actuality, all it had been was a day. He lays unconcious, trying to get feeling in his finger tips, wiggling them at his sides.

It had been under Jace's watch during the night. His older brother hadnt left his side since he heard about the incident and frankly Jacerys blamed himself for it.

Had it been all that damaging? No. A few first-degree burn marks on his arms that were currently being healed away with potion and herbs. The fiendfyre hadnt gotten close enough to wound by the time Rhaenys said the cancellation spell.

A pair of singed off bodyhair had been the remaining crux of it. His eyebrows had grew back in within a few hours thanks to the Maester's knowledge of hair replacement charms.

"He's quite pretty," Haelena said so quietly to the point where if Lucerys had been fully conscious, he would've jumped out of his skin. Not even aware of her presence. "Like sleeping beauty."

She hums a tune and Jace smiles for the first time in several hours. "His hair is a bit longer with all these healing and hexes happening. He'll be livid." A gentle muse that has Lucerys gently sighing.

Wondering how fucked up he look, a piece of bacon with a glam-rock wig perhaps? He could only imagine the worst whilst he couldn't view the damage personally yet.

"I wanna play with it, its so curly," He feels finger tips gently stroke at the locks by his base of his neck. "But I dont wanna braid it until he allows me. Some people get grumpy with that." She thinks of Aemond. How he use to let her braid his hair but doesnt let anyone go near it anymore. A prank with Aegon got wrong, another story for another time. "Maybe some flowers though?"

Jace's smile remains. "Perhaps," Humored at the thought. "We can put them in before mom arrives in the morning. It think she'll like it too. Get those yellow ones he likes—"

Foot steps enter then a humored voice. "There you two are!," It sounds petty, somewhat accusatory, like the male doesnt like Haelena and Jace had been where he thought they were. Like he caught them doing something wrong instead of tending to a unconious family member. "Searching half the castle for my sweet little sister. Funny to find you here-"

"Aegon," Jace's voice no longer hints at kindness. "Not now. Go away," He'd been avoiding him since this happened yesterday. Nothing good can come from such a secret affair. Exhibit A was lying in the bed to prove as such.

The foot steps stop. "Oh, how you wound me," A hand over the heart with a dramatic sigh. "I just wanna talk,"

"Im busy-"

"Just five minutes," He prompts and its quickly declined with a shake of the head from Jace. Haelena helps however persuading sides once she stares at her brother long enough to relaize motive.

"I can watch him," Her voice sweet and quiet. Like shes afraid to speak. "You havent even had a bathroom break or food in a while. A few mintues wont harm? Stretch out your legs."

Jacerys wants to comment that he has stretched out his legs with the eariler constant pacing enough, thank you and goodbye. But the way Aegon is looking at him, fists clasped at his sides, and sleepless. Along with the idea of food does hesitate the string of swear words all alluding to 'Fuck Off' and 'Begone, Slut' when Haelena looks at him like that. His dear precious aunt, who he respects and trusts so much more than the rest of the Hightower Clan.

A single glance back at Luke before he gives in. "Two mintued and two mintues only," Voice firm as he stands. Dismissed away with Aegon down the hall who looks both relieved and amused.

The hospital wing becomes silent once more as the doors close behind the pair. Haelena waits until the footsteps are out of sound and the boys are out of sight completely until she stands. Brushing a few strands of hair away from Luke's face.

"You are quite pretty," he looked like Rhayenra to her in a way that Jace hadnt. The way he spoke maybe, youthful sass and determination. Whilst Jacerys always carried her leader ship qualities, Luke held more of her fire. Less bravery and more so reckless ness.

Not to mention his flushed, cute little cheeks that she pinched mindlessly. Watching a tinge of pink spread across his face and nose when she hears a creak. Something others would dismiss, its such an old castle anyway, but it was all she needed for confirmation.

"I know you're there, brother." Although thought genuinely, mostly by Aegon, to be a complete dumbass the girl was rather wise. In a way her family didnt really expect. She was a ravenclaw after all, why did her relatives question it so much? All besides this one. "No ones here. You'll have a few minutes-"

Aemond stepped out of the shadows as if he'd been there for a while. Face tight but half startled he was revealed so easily. His and Aegon's timing to dismiss Jace had been rather clear, and Haelena caught on rather quickly. He wondered how many seconds into his younger sister walking into the room eariler, had she realized he was watching?

"For someone who wants him dead you do spend an awful amount of time checking up on him?" She quips looking up to meet her brothers gaze finally.

He finally speaks. "I dont-" He sighs through the nose. Voice quieter. Not wanting to admit his error.

She reads no signs of such and gladly calls him out on it. "You lost control of your wand,"

Aemond's lips press into a thin line but he doesnt object at all. The best fiendfyre caster at Durmstrang, and he lost control? How demeaning.

She continues. "Why'd you go after him in the first place-"

"His mouth-" That girl was touching his hair, too. But he doesn't say that. It had added to the fire of singing him again. How perfect and untouched his life had been.

"You taunted him with a dark curse?! Infront of everyone!"

Thats not true. None of the adults were there. None of the ones that mattered, at least. Just useless students clogging up tables and continuing on with their lives as he sat there. Time had changed, everyone had, but he hadnt.

"I just wanted to see how good at dueling he's got." He hasnt moved from his first step. Eyeing the open space at the foot-end of Luke's bed. Guilt racked at his insides and he despised every moment of it. Something Aegon and him use to joke at celebrating, hurting one of those boys, that house, but when he was handed a wine glass after all he tasted was bitter fruit and the means to upchuck it all. "... He's still horrible."

Had Lucerys had known water was useless, enchanted and not, against Fiendfyre? No. His knowledge remained some what dismal to dark magic. Common sense was irrlevenent there. Only one spell can undo it and it had been a spell he hadnt none.

"He hasnt had to face hardships at this school. In his life to the same degree even, as we have!" Haelena raises her voice just so at the thought and it quickly lowers back down.

The thought of it twists Aemond's insides differently. That lucky bastard had no hardships. No calpsuses on his finger tips or scars on his perfect flesh, wounds in his soul.

"And you know that … you wanted him to fail." And fail publicly at that. Embarrassment had been the goal. Harassing fear into the small thing, striking some feverant emotion as Lucerys had done so blindly into him. "You wanted to hurt him and make a show out of it."

He didnt need to be told what he wanted. He knew what he wanted, and it didnt need to be mixed up by anyone else. Aemonds thoughts and actions were his and his alone to act upon. Misconstrued opinions be damned.

Even if she was someone correct.

"I didnt want to kill him," He repeats like prayer. The mantra he's been saying over and over again to any countless person who asked.

"You tried to burn him alive?" Haelena retorts standing and moving away from the bed. Her voice curious now, gentle. "Why?"

A flesh wound marred enough to be permanent. 'You made your mark on me, I wanted to return the favor.' A physical reminder of Aemond to match. His initial goal amongst returning was of course the eye. It had always been the goal.

Upon meeting his gaze at the Triward Tournament entry ceremony, however, his goal changed. He couldnt bring himself to take out either eye once seeing them. Aemond hadnt known why and decided not to think too deep into it.

"I wanted to burn him as he burns me." He says finally. "Nothing fatal."

"But he didnt-" Haelena becomes silent. Sighing through her nose once more. Not understanding, yet seeing more than anyone else had. Lucerys hadnt burned Aemond, not physically.

Looking back at Luke in the bed she stares. "Just try to make peace with them. Both of them, Lucerys especially. The little one, too but I doubt he'll cause any drama." She says hearing footsteps come back. Distant bickering between Aegon and Jace about probably something dumb and dull. Lovers quarrels, yes. She knew of that too.

"You dont have to love him. You dont even have to like him," She laughs. "Just stop trying to kill and or maim him."

No longer pulling for thread with Aemond, a beat passes between them. The eighteen year old neither agreeing nor disagreeing until finally somethings made of as they both stare at him.

Aemond takes a step forward. "He's been trying to move his fingers," He says finally. Seeing those small twitches become ignored over and over again. "Stimulate his blood cells and nerve endings in his wrists and he should be fine." He's seen enough dueling injuries to know better.

"He'll be awake in no time." It was the last time Aemond dared to visit Lucerys.

☛

The last time Luke remembers waking up doesnt feel that much later. The nurse gives him something that tastes rancid and slides down his throat like slime.

The taste alone has him up at retching.

"Oh, Heavens!" She scurries back over with a summoned bucket before he can spill his sick on anything important. Sheets and floor remaing clean. "If he keeps throwing this up he won't get any better," She scolds as he's propped up with pillows.

The long haired Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher stands at the foot of the bed. Head tilted, hardly any expression shown. A slight smirk on the edge of his lips though, somewhat satisfied. Like he knew that would wake the youngling up.

"I gather no one likes the taste, Maester. Its more rotten than a hangover," Nose scrunched in slight disgust at the stench of Luke regurgitating his insides but waves it off. "Your mother will be glad you're awake."

Luke blinks enough to let things come into focus. Everything was a bit off.

"You dont have your contacts in." Daemon says then adds. "Your vision might be blurred for a bit because you smacked your head off the ground-"

Luke goes to say something but wheezes a bit.

"Your breathing, too." Daemon continues. "Got alot of smoke in your lungs so try dont not to do any strenuous activity that requires too much breathing." He hadnt been an athletic boy, on the Quittich team like his brother, so he should be fine. "The burns are mostly all healed up too." Such explains the soreness in his arms and the gauze bandages wrapped up the right one.

One of the healers hand Luke a pair of glasses, gross old things he didnt like to use if he could help it, and managed them onto his face. The world a bit more clear but still dizzy.

He wanted nothing more than to be out of this damned bed. The room that smells sterile and infected at the same time. He's handed a handful of chewing pills, to get rid of the nausea and metallic taste in his mouth. Chasing those down with a cup of water a short time later when Rhaenyra busts through the door like theyre made of paper.

"LUCE!" She runs to his aid and he winces. That fucken nickname. Only she had been allowed to do it, even Jace or Joffery didnt dare to. "Oh, you're awake just as Daemon said, even more so." She grabs his face gently to inspect.

His brown eyes enlarged from the spectacles, a bit glazed over from vomiting. Hair even more unruly than unsual from the pillows and his skin pale with nausea.

"Hi mum," He smiles as she resists the urge to tackle him in a huge. Making the mental decision that she never wants to worry this much again. She'll make them pay for the pain they've caused. But right now she wouldnt focus on that. She'd focus on her baby, awake and alive as ever.

"Hi, my little dragon—"

Theres a snap then a swish. Someone teleported into the hospital wing.

A servant of the hightowers walking over. A petite female house elf. Seeing Lucerys is alive before staring timidly. "Madame Alicent requests your presence." She says.

Anger bubbles in Rhaenyra's chest. "He just woke up." She seethes.

Luke feels himself becoming sick again.

"His presence is requested by the Hightowers." The servant requests again. More clear this time. More afraid of her masters than then the trio before her, but not entirely.

Daemon takes a step foreward. The house-elf cowers so he doesnt approach farther. "Does your master know we're both with him?"

She shakes her head. "Master said only the boy when requesting. When Boy wakes up, master says." Looking to Luke with her large eyes as if to make sure he was infact awake.

"Well," Daemon smirks and looks to Rhaenyra. Steadying her with a single glance of eye contact. "Lets not keep them waiting."

#aemond fanfiction #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #lucerys strong #hotd #harry potter au #house of the dragon #aemond vs lucerys #aemond x rhaena #aemond/lucerys #haelena targaryen

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cyb3rscoups · 1 year

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Slower (18+)

A/N: An overly innocent Attuma gets a taste of the things he had been missing out on. Explicit Content Ahead Minors DNI

Slower on Ao3

It was embarrassing to say the very least. Attuma, nearing 30 years old and still hadn't been able to take things further than a sloppy hand job when it came to his sexual activities.

He wasn't incompetent, far from it actually. He knew what it was. He knew how to use what he was given. He just had no desire to. The only reason he ever made use of what was in his pants was to stop his jeering friends who seemed to never be satisfied with making fun of his 'situation'.

Once that very incomparable experience was over, he vomited in the nearest bathroom and drove home to wash himself of the filth.

Sex was never something he truly desired. Attuma saw it as a chore almost. A chore that would simply never get done.

That was until he met Okoye, his therapist. He started seeing her as an outlet for the many things that took up the space in his head. She would always sit pretty in that yellow rocking chair, a form fitting dress, and a pair of glasses on the tip of her nose.

She smelled of vanilla and her voice was like silk, drawing him in with all sorts of articulate words. Her nails always done in rhinestones and glitter and he wanted her to drag the tips along his skin, leaving him scarred and pleading for more.

Ever since Attuma started seeing Okoye, he wanted sex more than ever.

She had to be good at it, he was sure. She was a woman who knew what she needed and wanted, Attuma doubted that her sexuality was any different.

"Attuma, how's your sex life?"

The question made his ears ring as his head whipped up in a swift manner, his eyes blown wide as his mouth stammered for words. "I- I don't-"

Now how was he supposed to tell the woman he desired so deeply that a sex life was non existent. That it was just an idea for him.

"It's not- um..Why do you ask?"

Okoye's brows furrowed as she rolled her shoulders back. "We were just talking about your overall health, yes? Do you remember?"

Attuma gasped, nodded his head with much eagerness as he recalled the mess of words she spoke while he got lost in how pretty her lips looked with the sheen and glimmer of gloss over them.

"Yes..I do."

"Well, having a good sex life is part of your overall health. Everyone needs some sort of release once in a while, right?" It was like she was fully doing it on purpose, making him crave her. "So how's your sex life? Active?"

"Hardly." Attuma's pout was unmissed. Just a little pucker in his lips and a scowl in his eyes. It made him look...cute.

"So it's been a while?" Okoye tilted her head as she thought of how to write some notes for the next session.

"No..I've just never..done..it. Sex..It hasn't happened for me yet."

"Oh." Frankly, she didn't believe such a thing. That a man with such charisma and looks as Attuma was a virgin. "Well, that's not a bad thing at all."

"...Thanks."

"Do you desire it? Sex?" Okoye couldn't help but cross her legs, clenching her thighs together as she wondered just how innocent was he when it came to sex. The things she could teach him were endless.

"Not until recently." He shrugged those broad shoulders of his, lowering his head in some shame at the topic as his face flushed pink. "Haven't really been looking forward to it until maybe a few months ago."

Suddenly, her throat ran dry. No way was he talking about her. Okoye didn't think the idea was too far fetched, as delusional as she seemed to be. They had started meeting about three months ago and since, he seemed to be in some sort of state she couldn't quite get him to open up about.

That was until now, as he spoke of his desire for this person, it became clear that he was most resembling a man with needs very unmet.

"....I can't seem to control it..It's all I think about. But I can't do it."

"Why not?" Okoye pressed, breaking Attuma from his rant.

"It's...weird. The woman I want, I don't think she feels the same. I don't want to embarrass myself by asking her to fuck me-" His words were cut by the abrupt slam of her clipboard to the floor and the clatter of her pen to the table.

“Attuma?”

“Yes..” He whispered as her eyes bore into his soul.

“Who is this woman?”

“I- I just-“

“Tell me who she is, Attuma. I can’t help you if I do not know.” Okoye rose from her seat, taking her glasses off and letting them sit at the table.

“It’s embarrassing!” He shuddered, watching as she sauntered to him.

“You are embarrassed of me?”

“Never! Never..I want you so bad. I just don’t know how.”

Okoye’s lips turned up in a smile, soft and sweet, very contrasting to the force at which she kicked her heels off. “Do you want me now?”

“Always.”

She wasted no time in mounting his lap, tugging up her dress so her damp panties could rub against his growing erection.

His hands trembled as he braced them against the cushions of the couch.

“‘m sorry.” He mumbled, his chest heaving as she raked her fingers through his hair, fixing it so it draped and framed his face perfectly.

“Don’t be sorry, honey. Mama’s gonna teach you some things. You just have to be willing to learn.”

Attuma nodded, wildly, eagerly as his hips thrusted shallowly for some friction against her cunt. “I want to learn.”

“Good. Now keep your hips still.”

“It hurts..”

“You will get relief soon enough. For now, kiss me.”

Okoye cupped his cheeks in her cold hands, lightly scratching at his stubble with her nails as she pressed her lips to his.

It took him a moment to react, when he did he was rough, rushed and her grip on his chin had to draw him back before she lost her mind.

“No rushing.” She slapped his cheek lightly. “You’ll get nothing from rushing. Take your time. Enjoy it, Attuma. I’m not going anywhere.”

He let out a small whimper as his lips parted again, her grip on his face too strong and her gaze too intimidating to go against her wishes.

Carefully, she kissed him again, his parted lips giving way for her tongue to delve into his mouth with a moan.

His own tongue chased hers, tangling and trembling as he followed her movements, indulging in the sensuality as his dick began to throb against the rough fabric confining it.

His knuckles flashed white as he gripped hard on the couch, Okoye tasting all the whines and moans that left his mouth.

Her gloss smudged against his lips in a sloppy trace as she pulled away. He chased her with a groan and a thrust of his hips.

“Slow…Attuma. Your patience runs thin. You must enjoy it.”

“I’m trying. It hurts..I need it!”

“Mm what do you need, honey? Talk to me.” Okoye rut her hips against the bulge in his crotch causing his mouth to fall open and a strained moan to leave his throat.

“I-I need you so bad. Please? I’ll slow down..be good.”

“Gonna be good? Huh?” Okoye chuckled as his desperation grew. “Alright.” She climbed off of his lap, plopping her self on the couch next to him. “Take your clothes off. All of them.”

Attuma tripped over his own feet trying to stand and fumble with the buttons of his shirt. His frustration eventually got the best of him and he ripped the damn thing apart, buttons went flying and clattered to the floor as he shrugged the shirt off.

His belt was next as he unbuckled it and pulled it free with a grunt.

“Slower..” Okoye demanded from the couch once she pulled her dress over her head and folded it to the arm of the chair.

With a huff, Attuma used his shaky hands to undo his pants, shoving them down to his ankles and stepping out of them.

His cock sprung free, bobbing against his abdomen firm and hard. He resisted the urge to put an end to his ache, clenching his fists at his side as Okoye stared.

“Is it..” Attuma started to feel self conscious under her stare. The last time someone besides himself had even gotten a glimpse at it was in college with the half satisfactory hand job and that was under the darkness of the night with the cover of his car.

So he wasn’t quite sure if he was truly good enough.

“Okoye? Say something please.”

“You are more than enough Attuma.” She chuckled. “Why I think I’m looking forward to being your first time. Come sit.”

Hesitantly, he sunk into the couch again as Okoye stripped of her bra and panties, folding them up on her dress before she straddled his waist again.

“Are you ready?”

“Hm…I think so.” He murmured. “Are you?”

“More than I ever have been.”

One hand went to his base and the other to his cheek as she latched to his lips and lined him to her entrance, sinking down on the intrusion with a moan.

Attuma flinched hard, tossing his head back and gripping her hips with a force that could snap her bones.

“Okay..okay. Shhh.” She stroked his cheek as she continued to impale herself until she was flush against his pelvis. “It’s okay.”

“Mmm! No! I can’t! Okoye!” His eyes screwed shut as he continued to squeeze her hips with bruising strength.

Both of her hands cupped his cheeks, bring his forehead to meet her own to ground him. “You’re okay Attuma. I’m just gonna sit for a minute okay? You tell me when you’re ready.”

“Fuuuck! I think I’m gonna cum!” He felt the pressure build in his belly at an alarming pace, the clench of her pussy not helping at all.

“No. You won’t. You’ll be good remember?” Okoye brushed his hair back, stroking his cheek with the lightest touch as small gasps escaped his lips

“Mhmm. Oh!”

“Shhh. It’s alright. Mama’s taking care of you, right?”

“Mhm.” Attuma grunted as his chest heaved, his orgasm slowly retreating. “Oh my…fuck, you feel amazing.”

“Yeah?” She chuckled. “Still gonna cum?”

“N-no. It’s gone.”

“Good. Good boy. Now, I’m gonna take my time and I want you to do the same. No rushing, understand?”

“Yes. No rushing.”

“Quick learner.” Okoye lifted her hips, dragging her walls against his cock before sinking back down to meet his pelvis.

She repeated his slowly until Attuma started to meet the slow pace, thrusting his hips in tandem with when she sunk down. “Good Attuma.”

She muttered praises against his skin as his shallow thrusts hit her spot effortlessly.

“There it is.” She groaned, dropped her head to his neck.

“What is?!” Attuma’s hips stuttered as she had stopped lifting her hips. “Okoye?”

“It’s my spot! Attuma don’t stop!”

“Fuck! What does…that mean?” He began to drill into her, a soft clapping sound filling the office as he continued to hit that spongy spot inside of her walls.

“Means I’m gonna cum..Ooh! Faster! Now you can go faster.”

“O-okay..” Attuma repositioned his hands, gripping up the globes of her ass cheeks and holding them up so he could have some room to thrust.

“Oh!” He growled, setting his pace quick and precise. “Shit! Okoye! Fuck, it’s back!”

“Let it go!” She gasped as she hit her peak with a whine and her nails dragging down his arms. “Attuma!” She shivered as she came only supplying him with more slick to reach his own state of ecstasy.

“Ooh! K-ko! Okoye, fuck!” He growled, throwing his head back with a booming thud against the wall as he filled her up to the brim with cum, so much it started to leak.

Chests heaving against each other, sweat mixing between their skin. Okoye couldn’t find much strength to dismount him and Attuma was sure worn out.

“Next time..” Okoye started. “We will try your hand at oral..your mouth I should say.”

“Huh?”

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