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the-andromeda-effect · 4 months

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Even trying to leaving can go smoothly...

The SUV was loaded, Lars was behind the wheel, and Marcin was waiting in the hall. Now all that remained was for Caliban to wake up Adira and go downstairs. Then they would be off to get away from the estate, the violence, and the memories of the whole area for a while. The fresh air and the cabin would do them both some good. Theron was set up to handle all matters from the city while Caliban would be working remotely as needed.

Thanks to the sedative provided by the medic, Adira had slept soundly. Caliban had checked on her repeatedly while packing, and also talking to Theron regarding arrangements, just to make sure she was still doing okay. Her complete stillness bothered him, but he couldn’t put a finger on exactly why. He knew with all that had happened since the previous morning that she had to be exhausted on top of the injury and medication, yet it still gnawed on him that she made no movement or sound for hours. His only hope was that the rest would help to calm her nerves and help her healing. What she had gone through, he couldn’t even imagine.

Once more Caliban perched on the edge of the couch next to Adira, this time to wake her at least enough to get her down to the SUV, so that they could leave for the cabin. Gently, he placed his hand on her shoulder to rouse her and jostled her gently. Unfortunately due to the sedative and the trauma of the preceding thirty-six hours, Adira’s vision was hazy when waking up, and she was disoriented. Caliban’s face was too blurry to see clearly, his voice distorted when he said her name, and her memory of recent events a bit disjointed; so, her brain told her she was back in Mircea’s mansion. Thankfully, Caliban was clear headed which kept him from getting punched hard in the jaw, having seen the unfocused eyes of Adira, and the look of terror on her face before she started to swing at him.

“Adira…ADIRA!!” Still holding her wrist of the arm she swung at him with, Caliban pinned her other arm to her side by leaning against her as she struggled against him and cried out. He was trying to keep from getting hit, while simultaneously keeping from hurting her, as she reacted in a blind panic. She had already been through enough, he did not want to cause her more pain or upset. The fact she had woken up in such a state already had him concerned.

Thrashing against him, Adira screamed for him to let her go and Mircea’s name more than once. It had Marcin coming in with his gun drawn, unsure of what could be happening in the room; although once he saw the situation, he relaxed. Adira cried, pleaded and begged to be let go, her voice breaking and tears streaming down her face as she begged not to be hurt or killed. Her eyes might be open, but Caliban, and even Marcin, were quite convinced that she was not really awake, but instead caught in a nightmare that she wasn’t waking up from for some reason.

“Shhh…shhh…you’re safe. Wake up. It’s me, it’s Caliban. You’re safe, sweetheart.” He kept his voice calm by some feat of will, as he continued to try to carefully restrain her. Finally she started to still and ceased fighting against him. “There we go, that’s my girl. Breathe deep. Calm down, you’re fine.” He let out a heavy sigh as her eyes seemed to finally focus and then confusion was awash over her face, her eyes darting back and forth between Caliban’s face and Marcin.

As Adira became fully coherent and focused, she also became afraid in a different way than she had been when she had thought she was once again in Mircea’s grasp, and about to face more pain at his hand. Looking up into Caliban’s face with him holding her arm, she was more concerned how bad she had just fucked up. Her breathing was still rapid, and she was having trouble coming up with words. She could hear Marcin saying something to Caliban but was still so confused that she wasn’t making sense of it.

“I’m not sure if it was the medication or a nightmare, but she’s fine. I think when I woke her up she was already having a bad dream, it was just confusion.” Caliban answered Marcin’s inquiry as to what had caused her reaction. It pleased him that the guard was concerned, even though it was clear that not only was Adira not in any danger, but that she was being taken care of. “I think I have learned a lesson about waking her up.” A wry chuckle left him as he turned his attention once more to her, letting go of her wrist now as he pulled her up to sitting and into his arms. “Are you more calm now, sweetheart?”

Adira nodded, not taking her eyes off of his face as her head came to rest on his shoulder. He looked calm, he sounded calm, he had let her wrist go, but she was still afraid she had seriously misstepped. “I’m sorry. Wha..what…whatever I..I did.. I..” her eyes closed as she took a deep breath to calm herself. “I was confused when I woke up,” she finally finished, her eyes still closed to help with her nerves.

“There is no need to apologize. Marcin, please get her some water. Let Lars know we’ll be a couple of more minutes.” Caliban didn’t take his eyes off of her face, reaching up to softly stroke across her forehead and then down her cheek. “You’re fine, Adira. You have had two days that were traumatic and upsetting, plus the medication dulling your senses. I am not upset.” He could feel a slight tremble in her and knew that she was afraid, most likely of his reaction. That bothered him. Yes, he was a violent man, but he would never be towards her. He already knew this to be a fact and he would have to remember to be patient until she knew she was always safe with him; and remember that at times she would react from her past, not their present. After all, they had only known one another since the previous morning when he had quite literally shown up to kill her. He could hardly blame her for having some fear of him.

“Thank you.” Adira’s eyes opened to meet his, now a small smile forming on her lips as she fought the remnants of her fear. His calm voice and soft touch were doing more to calm her than his words. That he had sent Marcin to get water for her also meant something to her too. He was making sure she was taken care of without having to leave her alone, and for that she was grateful.

“No, there's nothing I've done that requires any kind of thank you.” Caliban looked at his wife again, and ran his fingers across the side of her face, his thumb brushing over that bruise that still angered him even though he's been looking at it for the past thirty-six hours. “Adira,” he started, “just remember you are always safe with me. We are going to figure out what happened with Kondrat, and make sure it never happens again. But for now, we are going to have our vacation and relax. Once you've had a little something to drink and your mind is clear, we can look at getting ready to go. The car is all loaded, and all the arrangements have been made.” His arm tightened around her and his other hand came to cradle her head gently to his shoulder. He was worried about her.

It was only a few minutes later that Marcin returned with the water for her to drink, and also with Lars following him. “Hey boss, we thought we'd just come up and wait and make sure everything was okay.” Marcin told him as he handed Adira the water bottle with the cap loosened for her. He was worried about her, just like Caliban and now Lars as well. Now he understood what Lars had told him earlier about her blind fear of her ex-husband. “You doing better, ma'am?”

“Yes,” she replied, “I'm sorry for any upset. I was confused when I woke up.” Adira's eyes darted quickly between Caliban and Marcin. A soft blush roast her cheeks as her eyes dropped, her hand reaching over and taking Caliban’s free one in her own. His thumb swept the back of hers softly as his fingers wrapped to hold her hand softly, and then he gave it a light squeeze. It was helping to calm her to be held so gently by him, each moment that they sat there adding to the calm that she was feeling. Never in her marriage with Mircea had there been a time like this, even in the beginning. He had never been one for quiet, calm, soft..anything. A few sips of water here, a few reassuring looks and touches, and occasionally some words from both Marcin and Lars, helped her to feel better.

Finally, when Adira felt that she had recovered her senses enough to be able to walk down to the car under her own power; so, Caliban decided that they should leave. Lars led the way, with Caliban following after Adira, and finally Marcin bringing up the rear. He was also to let Pietre and Svarog know that they were leaving, and that the house would be empty until they returned.

Earlier in the evening, while Caliban had still been packing, Theron had left to return to his own estate. The following day, he, Pietre, and Svarog would get together again, and begin to try to discern who it was that had betrayed Caliban and led to Kondrat dragging Adira across the yard. In truth, Marcin, Lars, and Caliban would all have liked to have helped in that endeavor. However, it was clear that getting Adira away from the estate was the best for everyone. She needed calm, quiet, tranquility, and also to get to know Caliban better. If they were to be a team and work together, everything had to settle into its place, and that meant getting to know one another without there being constant upset and possible violence.

If Caliban had discovered who it was while he was still there, there was no doubt that violence would erupted the mansion once more, which would only set her back with her settling in. That was not something that Caliban wanted, instead he did want to get to know the woman that he was now married to, at least on paper. He had found himself drawn to her with a possessive and protective nature since their first encounter in that basement, and he could not put his finger on why. He didn’t like unanswered questions. Another question he wanted to figure out the answer to was whether she was clinging to him because she saw him as a savior, or if she too had felt something the night before in the library when everything had seemed so relaxed.

While their marriage was fake at the moment, there was already a hint of something that could develop. Caliban could not deny that she was a beautiful and intelligent woman, and from all he had heard of her, he would find her personality just as charming as he had the night before. Theron too had been taken by her, not an easy feat, so there was that fact that he needed to keep in mind. His best friend was a good judge of character, so it seemed to confirm his own thoughts on the woman. He would rush nothing with her, assume little, but that did not mean he was not intrigued to see how things would develop over the coming days.

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genderflu1dwh0r · 3 months

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Christian Slater and Kim Walker in Crime Story

REBLOG, DO NOT REPOST ⚠️

#crime story #christian slater #kim walker #mine #video #ref #jamie edits

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stephenlangdaily · 1 year

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Love love LOVE this photo of Steve with this Crime Story costars! Late 1980s

#stephen lang #slang #crime story #tv #photo #*#paul butler #bill smitrovich

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bendingthelaws · 6 months

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Abby had just come up behind Dimitri as he and Colt were discussing her pay. She really had thought Colt had docked her, but he’d never said he would except when he had every right to. She would have never complained if he had, and she now hoped that her mentioning it wasn’t going to be a problem with Colt and Dimitri. They were like a little family in the office, even if the two men barked at each other a lot. Professional hazard from working with lawyers from what she’d ascertained.

“I, uh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause a problem.” She stood slightly behind Dimitri since he was still blocking the door into Colt’s office.

Dimitri’s teeth ground, the glare he was shooting at Colt was murderous, and he wanted to beat some sense into Colt; but the fact the babe was in the office would keep Dimitri from it. In his old life, he wouldn’t have given two shits, but he’d left that life behind..mostly.

He trusted few, even fewer trusted him, and he damned well liked it that way. For those who he did trust and have his loyalty, he would rip the city apart for them. He had the connections still to do it, and those who hired Colt often knew that. It’s why they’d never had a problem with any clients; they knew better than to fuck with him.

If Dimitri ever figured out how to kill someone without touching them, Colt was sure that he would be the first victim. “You didn’t cause any problems, sweetheart. It’s just a discussion.” He looked over at Dimitri with a “happy now” look and gestured for him to get out of the doorway. They really needed to have this discussion because he needed both their help with what was going on.

After they’d both made it into the room, Colt leaned against the front of his desk, his hands grabbing the front edge on either side of his thighs. “My brother called earlier.” He caught Dimitri’s eye roll and glared. “We knew he was getting ready to indict Constantin Rakeovich. We’re still his attorney of record. Just after the intent to indict was filed, one of Colin’s interns disappeared.” Now he had Dimitri’s attention and Abby paled.

“Sweetheart, sit down, you look a little pale.” Colin motioned to the chairs in front of him or the couch off to the side, then waited for her to sit. “A few days ago they received a,” he considered how to phrase this. So far he’d been sucking at doing that well. “An indication that she was not being treated well.” He looked at Dimitri, it was clear that the Russian understood the meaning. “Another was received two days ago. This morning a package was sitting on his desk. It contained a human eye.”

Abby couldn’t contain it, she gasped and started to shake. One of their clients was doing this? Her stomach rolled and she felt light headed. She wasn’t sure whether she was going to pass out or throw up, or both. Constantin Rakeovich had been in their office. He’d leaned up against her side board and talked to her. He was charming and friendly. Now she knew he had cut out some poor woman’s eye. Her chest felt tight and she couldn’t think straight, panic was setting in.

One look at Abby and he knew that she should not have been part of this conversation. What the fuck had Colt been thinking including her. His starched white shirt had more color than Abby did at the moment. Colt was lucky he was out of arm’s reach.

“Darling, look at me.” Dimitri gently took Abby’s face in his hands as he knelt down in front of her. The girl was more like a little sister to him than an assistant and he was worried about her. “Abby.” He was fighting to keep his voice calm. Thankfully her name got her attention.

“You’re safe and we’re going to keep you that way. Understand?” Her head shook in his hands. “Good, now you’re going to lie down on Colt’s couch till you have more color in your face.” Again she nodded.

Letting go of her head, Dimitri helped her to lay down and draping his suit jacket over her, before he stood up and walked over to Colt. His voice dropped and his expression became hard. “You ever pull that shit in front of her again, I will hurt you in ways you cannot imagine, Masterson. Learn some damned tact and manners. You seem to have forgotten both of those lately.”

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spookcataloger · 7 months

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OP greets his neighbors (2013)

#/x/ 4chan #prosetext #discussion thread #story with pictures #story with proof #guns #crazy people #dangerous people #home intruder #late at night #crime story #situational horror #probably true story #urban exp #squatting #creepy #nope

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thevoyageurmoteplass-edits · 1 month

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Random Dialogue Prompt: Crime Story

#ocappreciation #Crime Story #Dialogue Edits #Made By Me #Ria D'Lana #Kelsey Stewart

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heythereimashley · 1 year

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Why so pretty

#alfred molina #crime story #why

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tavern-cat · 2 months

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"You got a safety pin? I busted my zipper."

#Ted Levine #Crime story #Frank Holman #I figured out how to make gifs and never revisited this show until today lol #He's such an idiot #Lol

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strawberrylemonadesoda · 1 year

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Stephen on the left vs his son Noah on the right.

#stephen lang #Slang #miles quaritch #father and son #crime story #Noah lang #Holy shit they're like 2 drops of water #Stephen you have some strong genes sir #He certainly made beautiful babies #Damn i should not say that

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midnightcowboy1969 · 1 year

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MICHAEL: How come you and I have never talked about your father? About his murder, I mean.

DAVID: My father told Phil Bartoli: "If my son the prosecutor goes after you, you're finished. So bye bye, Phil, because you've had it. You're going to take a fall". See, my old man, he made jokes about the fact that he was an outfit guy, and he had a law abiding son. But I think that he was proud of what I do. He wanted me to improve on his life, not imitate it. If I speculate on who, I'd be provoked to pick up a gun and kill. And that would be betraying exactly what my dad was so proud of.

Crime Story s1ep21: Top Of The World

#attempts were made #crime story #dennis farina #stephen lang

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the-andromeda-effect · 5 months

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While Caliban was at the incident scene, Theron tried to handle things with Adira. But it's Caliban's return that calms things again.

“Adira, please drink the tea.” Theron was about to lose his mind, but was trying to keep his voice calm. The last thing he wanted to do was upset her again. If she started crying again, he would feel like a complete asshole and Caliban would probably put a bullet in him. The medic had visited once they had gotten up to the room due to Theron messaging him that Adira’s hands were shaking and she kept hyperventilating whenever there was the slightest sudden sound. He had given Adira a few pills to help calm her over the next few days since she would be leaving the estate, yet she would not eat or drink since he left, which was required to take the medication. Theron didn’t want to have to call the medic back and ask for him to come and give her an injection. With Caliban’s mood, someone WOULD get shot by their boss then, since the mere suggestion of that earlier had almost had her running for the bathroom to hide. To say she was skittish was an understatement and Theron couldn’t say he blamed her. She had been through hell in the last thirty-six to forty-eight hours.

“My stomach doesn’t feel good. I feel queasy and dizzy.” Adira’s voice was shaky as she looked up at Theron; her expression plaintive. She was lying on the couch in Caliban’s room, where she’d been since Caliban had left to head back down to the scene of the earlier incident. One guard was stationed outside the door in the hallway, another just on the other side of the door in the room that Adira had been given the day before. With the three guarding her, she knew she was safe, yet her stomach was still upset from earlier in the day. “I promise I’m not trying to be difficult. I’m sorry.”

“Would ginger ale or lemon-lime soda help? Those are known to settle stomachs.” Theron was ready to try anything if it got her to take the damn meds so her hands stopped having tremors, and she stopped squeaking and jumping whenever there was the slightest sound. He knew that she was not being stubborn or trying to make things hard, which was the only reason that Theron’s voice remained calm and soft. She didn’t have to tell him that, it was clear in everything about her. Even from observing her and interacting the night prior, he would have known that. “And I know you are not trying to make things hard, sweetheart. Just relax. I’m trying to help, I just don’t know what to do.”.

Adira’s eyes closed as her stomach rolled again, trying to keep the nausea at bay some. “I’m willing to try it. I’m sorry, I really am, Theron. This is all my fault. Everything that has happened is my fault.” She sighed, her hand coming up over her mouth as another wave of nausea hit, and also to try to keep from crying. Whether it was nerves or the injection she’d been given earlier when she got the stitches to help with pain, she wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t remember ever feeling this queasy outside of when Mircea used to threaten her with death, her own or someone else’s, or when he’d hit her so hard in the head she would pass out.

Theron looked over at Caliban who had just entered the room soundlessly, his expression saying it all. “Adira, I’ll get you some cold soda from the kitchen and be right back. You need to take the meds he gave you though, they’ll help with the nausea and nerves. You are not to blame for any of this, no one thinks that, so please stop thinking it yourself.” Theron’s brows rose as he looked over to Caliban, trying to make it clear this was the circle they’d been going in for a little bit. Maybe now that Cal was back he could do something to ease her nerves and her thinking that anyone would blame her.

Caliban crossed the room and sat next to Adria on the edge of the couch. She didn’t even move or open her eyes as he did. He doubted that she knew it was him, so that meant she trusted Theron enough not to need to look if he was getting close to her. “Sweetheart,” now her eyes flew open to look up at him, “he is right, No one blames you.” His fingers ghosted across her forehead to sweep loose hairs off to the side as he gazed down at her with affection. “Whatever the doc has given you, please take. Whatever we need to get you in order to do that, we will.” He leaned forward and kissed the middle of her forehead, offering silent thanks to whatever gods were listening that she had not been hurt more than a cut hand.

Adira nodded, her emotions still so jumbled and a mess. She didn’t even know how or where to start to explain them all to Caliban. She had thought she knew fear in that basement and her previous life with Mircea, but that had been nothing compared to that insane man dragging her across the yard. Why he had scared her more than Mircea, she wasn’t quite sure; except that if she had been handed back over to her ex-husband, she knew that the previous violence she had experienced at his hands would pale in comparison to what she would endure in the future. The sense of security that had somehow settled into her in the last twenty-four hours had been ripped from her, and it somehow left her feeling more vulnerable than she ever had before.

She felt Caliban take her hand gently between both of his and her fingers curled around his tightly as she gazed up into his eyes that shone back at her with understanding and affection. “I’m sorry for being so emotional and not knowing what to say.” Her breath stuttered, her voice coming out soft and quiet. She could feel his hands gently tighten as they encased her hand and warmed it. “It all just happened so fast…and I was so scared Mircea was going to show up…” Her breath started to hitch again and she fought another wave of terror and panic that were threatening to rise from the depths of her soul. Her eyes scrunched shut, trying to chase the memories from her mind and ground herself in the present once more there in the room with him.

“Shhhh…we will find everyone that helped Kondrat and they will be eliminated from the staff. Those three who helped you will be added to your security detail. They are all highly worried about you and from now on will be helping to make sure that you are always safe and that there can never again be even the slightest hint of a repeat of today.” Caliban could not miss the slightly confused look in Adira’s eyes when she opened them to look up at him. Did she really think that his staff would dislike her or not want to protect her? What was life on Mircea’s estate? Maybe it was better he didn’t know, what he already knew of her previous life was more than enough to make him want to eliminate the other man. “The second man who shot Kondrat will be joining Lars as security when we leave tonight to go to my mountain cabin for a while. The other two are going to stay here with Theron to help handle Mircea and any other fallout from today. A call did go through,” he saw the rise in panic on her face and quickly continued, “and we’re going to make sure he firmly believes Riona Kalavati is dead. Since they both saw you and Theron is going to be adding your name to company documents, they can all confirm that you are Adira Andros, and there is absolutely no resemblance between you and the former Mrs. Kalavati.” A soft smile formed on his lips as he saw her relax and the logic behind his actions began to sink in. He had no doubt that while they were gone that Theron and the other two would vet all of the staff and guards to ensure nothing even close to this could ever happen again.

“They won’t doubt me because they know who I really am? Even Theron? I mean, he wasn’t wrong about that, just that I was spying on you and betraying you. Does Lars know now?” She felt so nervous, like she was going to vibrate off of the couch if Caliban wasn’t sitting next to her. Why was he even trusting her and being so nice? She was trying to remember why he said he was being so kind? Waking up that morning in his arms seemed like almost a lifetime ago and all he had said before was hazy, let alone the night before.

“Adira, they all know about the past and no one is judging or doubting you in the least. Theron may care for you just as much as I do, darling.” Caliban’s fingers gently caressed the side of her face. She looked so small and fragile at the moment, like she’d shatter from even the slightest blow. He knew in that moment that from then on, he would kill in an instant to protect her without question or hesitation.

“I knew who you were before I ever walked into that house yesterday, and they know that as well, and saw my reaction to you being harmed. Now, you are my wife, and THAT is not going to change. PERIOD.” He brought her hand bearing the ring up to his lips and kissed right below the ring on her finger. “So, do not argue or worry. Hear me?” There was a soft and affectionate smile on his face as he looked down at her. It wasn’t that he did not understand her concern, he was just trying to comfort her the best he knew how. It was not his strong suit; he’d never had to do it.

Regardless of anything else, she trusted Caliban implicitly. She knew the three men he was referring to, and she would trust them as well. They had saved her from whatever fate Kondrat had held for her as well. When he had refused to let her go, they hadn't let him hurt her. “Cal,” she used the shortened version of his name that she'd heard Theron use, “I..” she faltered unsure and saw his brows come together slightly, “are you sure that you still want…” His finger cut her off.

“My beautiful wife to rest and take her medicine when Theron gets back up here, absolutely positive. I’ll take care of packing for you. Do you trust me to do that for you?” Adira nodded. He figured she would, but after all that had happened, he did not want to assume if packing for herself was something that would help her to feel more secure. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and then finally upon her petal soft lips.

“Now, whatever worries or doubts are in your mind, let them go. Just let me handle everything and I will take care of you.” One last forehead kiss, then he rose to take care of the details of preparing for the trip to the cabin. Some time away would do them both some good.

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papimolina · 1 year

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Mmmmm...yeah, open that jacket!!

#girl i would've done the same thing #lemme SEE that chest #ian spiro #crime story #alfred molina

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lavendulachronicler · 7 months

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Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Web Series) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Angel Dust/Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel)/Original Male Character(s), Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)/Original Male Character(s), Original Male Character(s)/Angel Dust/Valentino, Valentino/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino/Vox (Hazbin Hotel)/Original Character(s), Lucifer Magne/Original Character(s), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)/Original Male Character(s) Characters: Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Original Hazbin Hotel Character(s), Cherri Bomb (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne, Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel) Additional Tags: Corruption, Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Physical Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Rape/Non-con Elements, Recreational Drug Use, Coercion, Sexual Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Victim Blaming, Hurt/Comfort, Protectiveness, Smoking, Toxic Protectiveness, Oral Sex, Dubious Consent, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Snowballing, Clothing Control, Abusive Relationships, Voyeurism, Humiliation, Public Humiliation, Training, Financial Domination, Control, Sugar Daddy, verbal control, Furry, Demon, Gaslighting, Drugged Sex, Drugplay, Choking, Objectification, Fear, Threats of Violence, Praise Kink, Crying, Threats, Prostitution, Forced Prostitution, Plot, Angst, Exploitation, It started off as dark kink fic but then I spilled plot everywhere, I only watched ADDICTED once I swear, Romance, Happy Ending, Slapping, Torture, Pet Names Summary:

Another fresh sinner falls to Hell. Lost, alone, and scared. He's quickly found by Angel Dust and then by Valentino soon after. His strangely-innocent demeanor only has him quickly pulled into the pimp's influences. Can this green sinner keep his head above water in the face of Valentino's exploitation? Does he even want to when Angel shows him how much fun it is when he dives?

And in the distance, stalking through the proverbial treeline, Alastor watches this fresh sinner. He knows, he spots it at a glance, he can tell from experience, that this skittish, mousey sinner...

Is as green as blood.

Follow a sinner new to Hell as he tries to make a home in the Inferno without a hint of a rainbow to offer something as far-fetched as hope, leaving him nowhere to go... but down.

#hazbin hotel #fanfic #text #valentino hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #wip #love story #kinda #crime story

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