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everlastlady · 7 months

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Hi. I’m delighted to hear requests are open again. Can I request general hcs for a Yandere Crimson? I may have some future ideas later.

Also, I noticed some of the asks I sent you went yeetus deletus. Did Tumblr pull a Kronos?

Sorry that this took a while to answer/post! But I probably accidentally deleted them or Tumblr did. I know I deleted some a long while back because people were spamming me with request even though my inbox said closed. So I apologize if you were one of the anon request I deleted, thank you for sending Crimson in because this is my first time writing for him, so I hope that you enjoy the story.

Yandere Crimson HCS

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✰- Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Welcome back to another story that is hcs of yandere Crimson aka Moxxie's father but some of know that Moxxie's father is Crimson lol. I'm doing my best to get through these request so that it doesn't feel like ignoring anyone; because seesh my writers block has been kicking my ass along with my physical health but I'll do my best to deliver to you guys. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink water, take your medicine, and that you are loved. If you love my Helluva Boss content along with this post and want more then please consider commenting, tap that heart button or click it, reblog post with tags, or even blaze if you can. Remember to always support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✰- Word Count: 1001.

✰- Story Contains: Gaslighting, Murder, Memory Loss, Gn reader, Yandere tendencies, Guns, Lying, & Death in the family.

✰- Posted: Sat, Oct 7 2023 at 9:05 pm

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Yandere Crimson who met you through one his workers you were the sibling of one of the demons that worked for him. Crimson thought you were beautiful and that he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Some of the demons in that room loved to stare at you. Crimson felt jealous because only he should be allowed to look at you so anyone who looked at you had their eyes removed and was thrown into the waters. Crimson planned to have to himself that he had your sibling convenience you to come by more often and you did.

Yandere Crimson who treats you like the rarest diamond in the world but also doesn’t want anyone stealing you away so he always has his best men watching you, no one knows that they are there even you. Anyone who has ever flirted with you or hurt you has vanished into thin air or ended up dead. Crimson watches you sometimes even when you are sleeping he is watching you, he thinks that you look so adorable when you sleep he just wants to snatch you away and give you a better life so he does.

Yandere Crimson who tries to calm you down when you wake up in a panic in his bedroom, even though he tells you that;s it 's alright and it’s just him. But that doesn’t help because he fucking kidnapped you, eventually one of his men have to knock you got and Crimson kills him for hitting you to hard over the head, He’s worried so he calls the black market doctor Rosemary who tends to you but when you wake up, Rosemary informs Crimson that you have memory loss. Crimson takes this as a win and pays the doctor; but he also pays your brother so that he could lie to you.

Yandere Crimson who lies about being your husband, he tells you that we were in a small accident and that he’s been taking care of you. And you believe but ask him about your wedding rings. “ I’m getting them cleaned, only the best for my jewel. “ Crimson would give you a sweet twisted smile. Something didn’t feel right but you believed him, he also told you the reason you both don’t have pictures together is because he wanted to protect you since he is the mob, Crimson had created a new life for you.

Yandere Crimson who keeps you trapped in the house telling you that it’s far too dangerous to go outside because his rivals would kill you. He even goes as far as telling you that your friends are working for his rivals so you cut them off. Crimson keeps you isolated from everyone but your brother who helps Crimson with his lies. Your brother tells you how the wedding was beautiful and that you quoted it was one of the happiest days in your life.

Yandere Crimson who tells you that Moxxie is your step son. You want to call him but Crimson tells you that Moxxie is too busy and has abandoned the family. You frown at his words.You wanted to meet your step son, but you listen to Crimson because he knows what’s best for you. He kills anyone that could refresh your memories or destroys anything that brings back your memories which is why he got you a new phone and made an email for you and watches your new social media accounts.

Yandere Crimson who gaslights you whenever you remember something he tries to brush it off or guilt trips you whenever you ask too many questions about the wedding and why can’t you meet any of your family or his family. But things don’t work out when your brother feels guilty and works behind Crimson’s back so when he helps you finally regain your memory you both try to escape but your brother meets his end with a bullet in the head.

Yandere Crimson who tells you to shut up and stop screaming when he tries to tie you up while his men are dumping your brother’s body in the river. Crimson tells you that you’ll continue your new life with him and that he’ll never let you go and if you try to escape that he’ll also kill you. You don’t want to die so you listen to Crimson and remain tied to the bed until Crimson feels like he can untie you.

Yandere Crimson who always has you by his side because he’s scared you’ll leave so you end up sometimes witnessing what he does in the mob. Sometimes as punishment for not listening to him or trying to run away he forces you to watch the torture that he puts demons through. If you end crying he’ll apologize and buy you whatever you want but it doesn’t make up for all the shit he puts you through.

Yandere Crimson who eventually breaks you down to where you now just listen to him and have grown numb to the things he does in front of you. Did he just cut open the throat of one of his men, you just sigh and go back to what you were doing. Did he give you a kiss, you give him a kiss back not wanting to fight. Does he want to cuddle, fine let’s cuddle if it will shut him up, and does he wants you to help get rid of a body, I’ll go get the chainsaw honey.

Finally Yandere Crimson who is finally happy to have you where he wants you trapped underneath his fingers he always reminds you that if you ever try to leave him, cheat on him, or challenge him that you’ll end up just like his ex wife and you don’t want that so it’s best to listen to him. He has eyes and ears all over Greed so it’s hard to know who you can trust that is until a certain cowboy imp wants to talk with Crimson.

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shadowbriar · 8 months

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Regulus Black - Supermassive Black Hole VI

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Selwyn!Reader Word Count : 4.9k Warning : Food. Mention of alcohol. Mention of blood. Mention of SA (lip biting). Synopsis : A simple arrangement turned into an everlasting one as two naïve children try to figure out their heart. Notes : I wrote this slightly drowsy and completely out of my head. I'll do some fixing if needed in the morning. If you'd like to be tagged for the next chapters, please comment or reblog so I can add you to the tag list. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Taglist: strikethrough means I could not tag you. @lostarc24 @hogwartshouse @milivanili99 @stelleduarte @40rimm @lilmaymayy @mischiefmanagers @happilyjollynacho @bl00dyr3gulus @lonelywitchv2 @burns-in-the-sun @lanaspepsicoke @rabluver

↞ Part V

The conversation they had last night haunts her. Each word Regulus uttered plays in her mind in a loop, buzzing as if there were bees stuck inside her brain. She thought that the condition they were in was complicated enough and that it couldn’t go any more worse than it already is yet once again, she was proven wrong.

The Greengrass girl was the textbook definition of perfection. She never knew her personally, never had any need to get to know her, but now it feels as if the universe is forcing her to know. Like a toddler being forced to eat a spoon of vegetables.

On one hand, she knew that Rosier might just be exaggerating about the Greengrass girl’s personality and how she’s the perfect match for Regulus, but she couldn’t help but to overthink. How would life be if Regulus were to marry her? Would he be happier? Would he be more satisfied? Would he love her?

There have been moments lately where she found Regulus slowly opening up to her. How he’s more comfortable with her presence, how the bitter look on his face has subdued whenever they were ‘forced’ to display affection to each other, how the word love seems to roll off his tongue easier whenever he calls her now, yet she still couldn’t stop herself from thinking, if he was married to the Greengrass girl, would he find these troubles at all? Would being married to her be as easy as breathing air?

Now she finds herself cutting the stems of flowers from the garden. It’s been a while since she came here, the one sanctuary she has whenever her mind is clouded. Her orchids are in full bloom, ready to be cut to replace the flowers in her bedroom vases.

But even doing her most therapeutic task does little to no help for her heart. Her mind was too full that she didn’t realise the other soul now standing a few feet beside her. He was dressed. Handsome and collected as always. A sight for sore eyes indeed.

Regulus clears his throat, making his presence known.

She turns to face him, stunned for a brief moment. The last time she’s seen him this neat was on their wedding day and as much as she appreciates his beauty, the unknown occasion makes her raise her brows, “Going somewhere?”

“I’m going to the Greengrass house. They’ve invited my family for dinner tonight.”

“Oh.”

Oh, indeed. Of course the two families would see each other more frequently now, given the fact that Sirius and the Greengrass girls’ arrangement is in motion. With Sirius’ unsettling nature, it is only logical that the parents of these children would need to spare more effort to make sure that such arrangement be successful. He’s wiggled himself out of the many arrangements his parents have made so far. If the two families wanted to make this reunion happen, they must surely sweat and cry blood for it.

“Don’t wait up for me,” Regulus says again, noticing her lack of response.

“I won’t.”

With that, she turns herself back to her flowers. Her answer was too quick and too callous for Regulus to understand. Something was not right.

“Are you alright?” He asks.

“Grand,” She answers, still not facing him “Tell Sirius I said hi.”

Regulus huffs, jealousy for his brother bleeds slightly, “Anything else?”

“No, have fun.”

“Is something the matter?”

She finally turns to face him again, brows furrow and the most displeased expression plastered on her face. How should she tell him that she doesn’t want him to go? How should she tell him that she doesn’t want him to meet the Greengrass girl again? How should she tell him that it hurts to know that he didn’t even want to invite her, his lawfully wedded wife, to this dinner?

“I can’t read your mind,” Regulus says again “If something is bothering you then spill it.”

She huffs, her eyes glaring at him, “When did you know about this dinner?”

“This afternoon. I got an owl from Sirius begging me to come.” He answers nonchalantly, still lost over her cause of vexation “He asked me to bring you but I knew you wouldn’t want to come.”

“Why would you think I wouldn’t want to come?”

“Because it’s just a dull bleak dinner?” Regulus says as a matter of factly “Doubt you’d even consider if I ask.”

Regulus was right. Dinner with the Greengrass would never be something she agrees to come. She wishes to never see the Greengrass girl ever again, not when Regulus is within a kilometre radius. The Greengrass girl only proves as a reminder of someone who might be a better fit for Regulus, someone who might be a better wife for him, someone who might be better for him than her.

But the idea of him spending hours with the Greengrass girl, though not alone, peels her skin. What if he realises that she was the better pair for him tonight? What if he realises that refusing the betrothal to Aquila was wrong? What if he realises that their wedding was a mistake?

Jealousy is a bad sight, indeed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She asks, sounding offended.

“I just— I don’t know!” Regulus says in frustration, ruining his perfectly combed hair as he runs his hand through it “Do you want to come?”

“Do you want me to come?”

“Stop turning my questions back to me.”

She rolls her eyes, “That’s rich coming from you.”

“What is it with you?” He asks in despair this time, looking completely baffled at her demeanour “Do you want to come?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to come?” She asks again, still with that irritated tone “It’s your family dinner. You have the bigger call in this.”

Regulus bites his inner cheek, taking a few paces back and forth as if he was in a big dilemma. In his mind, he was doing her a favour to not invite her to what would be her death, seeing Sirius, the man he still believes is the one she’s having feelings for, being promised to another girl.

Perhaps her hostile remarks were caused by her jealousy. That she was hurt from his brother’s betrothal and had no other outlet to relieve it. A pain that he has to suffer in silence. His hair is even more messy now as he keeps on running his hand through it, completely frustrated over one silly question she asked him.

“Fine,” He says at last, surrendering to her cryptic meaning “Please, come.”

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“Stop fidgeting,” Regulus grumbles as they enter the Greengrass Manor.

“If someone was smart enough to tell me earlier that we’ll be going to a dinner then I would have more time to prepare myself, hence avoiding this state of a messy hairdo,” She spat back, glaring “I’m trying to be decent enough and not embarrass you.”

“I told you, I didn’t think you’d want to come,” Regulus reasoned “And you look beautiful. Now calm down and smile. You’d look even more beautiful then.”

She knew that her cheeks must have been as red as a tomato now. Granted that was the nicest compliment Regulus has ever given, even when he looks like he’s being tortured saying it with his angry expression still etched on his face. It was strange to see this side of Regulus. Though he still evidently has his rough edges and cold demeanour, it is obvious that he’s trying his best to warm up to her.

A cause to fuel her wide smile for the night.

“Oh, thank Merlin you’re here,” Sirius says as he scoops her into a hug “I thought I would have to spend this dreadful dinner alone.”

“Glad to have come to your rescue, Brother,” Regulus snorts, his eyes now eyes the small crowd of people “Is that—,”

“The Rosiers, yeah.” Sirius answers.

“Rosiers?” She asks, looking at the direction the brothers were staring at “What are they doing here?”

Sirius shrugs, “Maybe one of the Rosier kids is courting the Greengrass daughters.”

“Ah, a little competition for you then,” She jests.

“Please,” Sirius rolls his eyes “They can marry all the Greengrass daughters for all I care.”

She smiles at Sirius’ remarks. It was obvious that Sirius paid no mind in this arrangement, something that certainly isn’t out of his character. She turns her gaze to Regulus who still has his eyes locked on the Rosiers, looking as if his night has gone from bad to worse. The stiff state of his shoulders and how his eyes are now sending deathly daggers to the Rosier family was baffling.

“You alright?” She asks, giving Regulus a light squeeze on the arm “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Worse,” He mutters before turning to Sirius “Do you have any idea where Mother and Father are at? I think we’ll leave early tonight.”

“But dinner hasn’t even started,” She protests.

“I’m sure we have food at home,” Regulus says with a forced smile.

“Mother will have your head if you leave before dessert is served, Reg.” Sirius says with a chuckle “You might be the favourite son but she’ll never let you out of this circus. You’re as trapped as I am.”

Regulus huffs, looking irritated beyond words.

“What’s wrong with you? Took a glance at your own bestfriend’s family and suddenly wanted to leave.” Sirius comments, an eyebrow raised as he studies his brother “If I see any of my friends here, James or Remus or Peter, I would consider staying, not leaving.”

Regulus didn’t answer.

It was a question she’s itching to ask too. Something tells her that the friendship Regulus and Rosier said to have been mended has actually been burned to ash, no turning back this time. Whatever it is Rosier thought Regulus stole must have been something so precious, so important that the two couldn’t look past it. Or rather, Regulus couldn’t look past it.

Perhaps he was offended at the accusation. Regulus certainly doesn’t seem to be someone who would steal anything from anyone. What could he possibly want to steal after all? With his family wealth and reputation, the power his name holds, what could he possibly ever desire that he could not gain on his own? What is it that Regulus desperately craves that he has to ruin his friendship with Rosier in the process?

“Whatever,” Regulus snorted at last, turning to his brother with that bitter expression still evident on his face “You owe us big time, Brother, and I will collect.”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, impressed yet appalled at the same time.

“I’ll go look for my parents,” Regulus announces, leaving the two on their post.

She watches as Regulus’ shoulder turns and slowly walks away, becoming a smaller silhouette before completely disappearing behind the pillars. Salazar knows just how many times she’s seen him walk away now. Each time scratches the surface of her already whimpering heart and leaves a mark that she doubts even time could heal.

It feels like some time in the near future, he will walk away for good.

“Well he’s always been a pleasant kid to be around,” Sirius comments, frowning still as he tries to understand his brother’s antics “I hope he treats you better than that.”

She shrugs, “I’m getting used to it.”

Sirius’s eyes lingered on her, studying her expression as if he wanted to look for an answer. As if he wanted to crack the riddle he’s been unable to decipher for weeks. It was one thing to be stared at by Sirius in the open when he was being himself but his obvious hidden meaning is bleeding out and it’s starting to make her quiver in uncertainty.

“Look, Love,” Sirius finally sighs, making her heart heavier “I really don’t know what to say about that dear brother of mine, but believe me when I say that his heart came from the right place whenever it comes to you. He cares for you, much more than he’s willing to admit. He’s just struggling to find the best way to convey his means.”

She remains quiet, trying to believe the older boy’s words.

Sirius bites his inner cheek as if he was debating to spill his gut, but Sirius was never one with a strong self-resistance as he questions, “I know it’s not my place to ask, Bug.. But why did you date Regulus?”

Her brows knit, taken aback at the sudden question. No one has ever asked her why she dated Regulus. In the early days of their pretend dating there were wonders and questions, sure, but such a curiosity only lasts for a day or two. Everyone simply accepted the fact that these two Slytherin royals are bound to be with each other, familial duty or not, but to be asked by Sirius, the one person that has always been so close to the two to see the connections others are making, is pushing bile up her throat.

The memory of Sirius’ bitter expression on that train ride back from Hogwarts replays in mind. She’s suddenly reminded by how Regulus seems to be on edge everytime Sirius was around at first, as if the brothers were fighting and Sirius was the one holding a gun to the younger brother’s head.

A sight that was never experienced before.

“What do you mean?” She asks, an unsure smile tugs on her lips “Was the idea of us dating so appalling?”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Sirius says fast, shaking his head “It’s just that— I never knew you two were close in that sense, you know? I mean perhaps it’s due to the fact that we’re sorted to different houses but I truly have never seen you two together. And I know how cold Regulus could act so I just—”

She bites her lower lip. Her bad habit comes out, making her lip bleed a little. She knew Regulus would scold her for this later but she couldn’t stop herself. If there is anyone that could crack their faulty agreement, it would be Sirius, there’s no question in that. He knows her too well, lived under the same roof with Regulus for too long to not notice all the peculiar details to their relationship.

“—thought that there would be no way that you would ever date him.” Sirius says with an awkward laughter.

“Who would you think I’d date, then?”

Sirius shrugs, “I don’t know. No one, I suppose.”

“Would it be disastrous if I actually like Regulus?”

There was a pause. She wanted to look away from Sirius’ gaze, to mentally hide and run from his studying eyes before she showed him too much of her truth but realisation hit the older boy too quickly. The look on Sirius’ face changes from confusion, to understanding, to anger and disappointment within seconds.

His reaction felt like salt to her wound. It twisted her stomach even worse now as Sirius stared at her with that pitiful look. It was as if he knew the full truth. How their dating, their marriage, everything about their relationship wasn’t based on love. How she is the only one trying to row their ship to the shore. How she is the pathetic party that is bound to have their heart crushed and stomped to the ground by the end of the day.

But there was a glimmer of anger in Sirius’ eyes that she couldn’t pinpoint why. It was certainly not out of jealousy, rather a secret knowledge Sirius possessed that brought embarrassment to her confession for all the wrong reasons. It was as if he knew something she didn't.

“Does Regulus know?” He asks.

“No,” She says quietly, feeling even more humiliated now “I don’t plan for him to ever know.”

“What do you mean you don’t plan for him to ever know? He’s your husband.”

“Yes, well— We’re not exactly the most traditional couple there is, are we?”

Sirius opens his mouth, only to close it before any word could escape. He looks frustrated for some reason, as if he’s a time bomb ready to explode any minute now. His eyes were busy scanning the crowd of people, no doubt trying to find Regulus. Perhaps he could provide the answer the two are looking for.

“I’m going to kill him.” Sirius mutters.

“Why? Because I’m crushing on him?” She jokes.

Sirius’ gaze softens, placing a hand to her shoulder as he kisses her temple gently, “I think I need to find my parents.”

She knew that it was a bad lie. Sirius would rather have his head than to ever look for his own parents which makes her feel even more embarrassed and confused now. What could be so bad about her actually liking Regulus? Shouldn’t he be happy for them, knowing that even though their relationship is as dysfunctional as one could possibly, there’s still seeds of innocent feelings planted underneath? What is it that he knew?

—-

Regulus was certain that, for once in his lifetime, he knew that she wouldn’t want to come to the Greengrass dinner. It would be hell to come and sit for hours on the same table where your real crush is about to be promised to another girl while you’re stuck married with someone who you don’t even love. Regulus was still convinced that if she indeed harbours feelings for anyone, it would be none other than Sirius and he has stripped her out of any possibility to unite with him.

He supposed the sour response she gave him earlier was because he tried to keep this away from her. That he tries to save her from another heartbreak of watching Sirius play courting with the Greengrass girl. She must have been heartbroken to know that the arrangement was in motion hence all the snappy gestures towards him.

But then again, Regulus was proven wrong.

She can’t understand me, she said, Regulus thought as he dawned yet another flute of champagne, does she think she's the easiest person to read?

“Regulus!” A voice called as they snatched the empty glass away from his hand “What in the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?!”

“Oh, don’t be the moral police now, Sirius,” Regulus scoffs “As if you don’t get yourself hammered on every function we ever attended.”

Sirius’ eyes were still piercing, clearly disapproving of the younger’s action, “Is that really what you plan to do? Get yourself hammered?”

Regulus rolls his eyes, not answering.

“Who’s going to take care of her if you’re drunk?” Sirius asks.

“You,” Regulus answers flatly “And I won’t be drunk from champagne.”

“I am going to murder you, Brother.”

Now Regulus raised his brows. He looks up to Sirius, studying his expression closer to notice the underlying anger on the calmness of his brother’s gaze. Identical pair of eyes staring back at him, silently scolding him in ways that it surprises Regulus. Whatever fault he’s done now must have upset Sirius so much that he couldn’t even let his mouth run its course.

“For drinking champagne?” Regulus asks, taunting.

Sirius rolls his eyes, sighing, “Why don’t you go and find your wife. You’ve left her alone long enough.”

“Why did you leave her? I’m sure she appreciates your presence much more than mine.”

“Oh, you couldn’t be more wrong about that.” Sirius chuckles this time.

“Trust me, I’m not wrong,” Regulus snorts, stubborn “She likes you, do you know that? If only you’d say yes to my request and date her, we wouldn’t be stuck in this depressing dinner.”

“She doesn’t like me.”

“Oh, you couldn’t be more wrong about that.” Regulus mocks, returning his words.

“Why are you so persistent that she likes me?” Sirius asks instead, folding his arms to his chest to challenge Regulus “What makes you think that she likes me? Has she ever told you that?”

“No, but you make her laugh,” Regulus argues “No one could make her laugh as loud as you do.”

“Well, have you ever tried to make her laugh? Maybe you could make her laugh even louder.”

Regulus was stunned. He blinks, brows furrowing as he tries to digest Sirius’ words, “Don’t jest with me.”

“I’m just saying,” Sirius shrugs “You always say that she likes me because I make her laugh, have you tried to make her laugh? And even if she doesn’t laugh louder with you, do you really think that all she needs in life is laughter? That what she seeks in a partner is just some giggles?”

“She looks the prettiest when she laughs.”

Sirius narrows his eyes. Regulus’ comment would never escape his lips without the help of Merlin knows how many flutes of champagne he has drunk tonight. There was a hint of delicacy in the eyes of the younger boy now. As if he was remembering the moments where she was smiling and laughing in his head.

“She doesn’t like me, Regulus.” Sirius says again, this time with a softer yet fixed tone “I know because she told me.”

“She told you she doesn’t like you?” Regulus raised an eyebrow “How? Did you ask if she likes you? Did you ever have feelings for her? Have you ever confessed?”

“Yes and no to the rest of your questions.” Sirius answers, placing a hand to his brother’s shoulder in a reassuring manner now “All you need to know is that she doesn’t like me. Not in any way you think she does.”

Regulus frowns, unimpressed.

“If you don’t believe me, why don’t you ask her yourself?”

“I’d rather face the cruciatus curse.”

Sirius bites his smile, “Why are you always skittish whenever we talk about this?”

“Talk about what?”

“Her,” Sirius responds, still with that amused smile lingering on his lips “And you.”

“And me?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not skittish.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are, Regulus.”

“I most certainly am not.”

“Do you fancy her?”

Regulus was silenced. He could feel his cheeks heating up with the growing smile on his brother’s face. The cat is finally out of the bag and it just has to be Sirius to be the first one to know. How brilliant.

Without a word, Regulus reaches for another flute of champagne and gulps it in one go. He places the empty glass to the table, fixing his hair and dress robe. He could feel Sriius and his teasing smile staring at him, studying all the little bashful gestures he makes now that his secret is compromised.

“This conversation never happened.” Regulus says to Sirius, his eyes glaring in all seriousness.

Sirius, still smiling from his recent knowledge, raises his arms in surrender. He steps out of Regulus’ way, not saying a word. Just how fantastic this dinner has become.

—-

Spending time with Rosier, smiling and laughing over the banter he throws shouldn’t bring any form of pleasantness in her heart yet here she is, standing in front of the boy with a gleeful grin plastered on her face.

“Tell me more about Aquila,” She says once their laughter has died down, hiding her bitterness behind a feigned smile “She seems to be a lovely girl.”

“She is, I suppose.” Rosier says, shrugging “Like I said before, I don’t know much about her. She’s the reserved one of the other Greengrass kids. I think I could count the limited time we’ve interacted throughout the years with my hands.”

She smiles curtly.

“Why do you ask?”

She bites her lips once again, feeling the foul taste of iron bleeding once more. It was an ever ending debate for her to tell Rosier about the supposed betrothal of Regulus and the Greengrass girl. On one hand, she needed to know more about the girl and she couldn’t do it without telling Rosier the truth. He wouldn’t give her the information she needed otherwise. But she was still wary about the state of friendship he has with Regulus. She wasn’t sure if the boys had actually put their past behind them.

“Just because,” She says instead, shrugging and smiling “She’s about to be part of the family. I just feel like I should get to know her better.”

“Well, good luck with that.” Rosier says with a mocking chuckle “As private as Regulus, she is also as callous and uninterested. It should be a real treat to see her actually marrying Sirius.”

Once again, she only replies with a smile.

“I have not seen Regulus,” Rosier said, taking a sip of the champagne in his hand “Where is he?”

“Not sure,” She says now, eyes looking around “I—”

“Right here,” A voice answers, followed by a hand encircling their way around her waist. Regulus smiles at her, planting a soft kiss to her temple as if he’s missed her “I wandered around and lost track of time. I’m sorry, Love.”

She smiles at him, unable to form any words from his sudden gentle gesture.

“Regulus,” Rosier greets, a bitter smile evident on his face.

“Evan,” Regulus nods at him before turning to face her “Can I steal you for a minute, Love?”

Confusion was clear in her eyes but she bobbed her head, “Of course.”

With a short nod and half-hearted smile to Rosier, Regulus led her out of the room. His hand was holding onto her wrist, a firm yet gentle grasp that made the butterflies in her stomach go frantic. He was walking at a fast pace, eager to leave the room as if he couldn’t get any oxygen inside.

Once they were out at the garden, Regulus let her hand go and paced away, creating space between them as he ran his hand through his hair.

“What in the bloody hell were you doing?!” Regulus yells, clearly angry now “Talking and laughing with Evan? Have you lost your Goddamn mind?!”

She blinks in confusion at his sudden outburst. Her eyes were glued on him, watching as the boy had his meltdown with zero comprehension as to what might cause it. Was talking and laughing with Rosier really that big of a mistake? Didn’t he say that they’ve rekindled their friendship? What exactly is the problem now?

“I left you for a few minutes and you’re flirting with my ex-best friend.”

“Alright, hold on, now.” She says at last, feeling anger to boil up at the accusation “I was not flirting with him, alright? We were just talking. You left me for more than half an hour, you can’t possibly expect me to not try to talk to some familiar faces.”

“Oh so Evan is familiar now?”

“I— What is wrong with you?” She asks this time, taking closer steps to him “Are you drunk?”

“There’s literally other people you can talk to. You could’ve talked to my parents or the Greengrass, not Evan.”

“Are you hearing yourself right now? I don’t know any of the Greengrass and I couldn’t find your parents. Even if I did find them, what exactly can I talk to them about? The weather?”

“Better still than talking to Evan!”

She was speechless now. Regulus was never one to let his anger out this way, never to be this emotional. Whatever fueled this meltdown must have been some other bigger problem that he’s not telling her about. That and the fact that his breath smells like alcohol.

“You’re drunk,” She says, trying to be the sane one out of the two “Let’s just go home. Wait here. I’ll find your parents and tell them we’re leaving early.”

“No, you’re not going back inside.”

Regulus pulls her, his hand clutching to her wrist once again but with apparent despair this time. His eyes were still filled with fury but the way his brows furrowed and the way his lips quiver as if he was fighting back tears makes her stunned. Regulus was fighting a battle she doesn’t understand about.

“Don’t go back inside,” He says again, this time with a much softer tone. Begging.

“What’s going on, Regulus?” She asks “What’s wrong?”

Regulus remains quiet. His anger subdues as he stares back at her. His eyes travel from her eyes, her nose, down to her lips. Another frown forming on his face as he notices the trace of dried blood on her lips.

“You bit your lip again,” Regulus whispers “How many times should I tell you not to do it?”

She remains quiet.

“You’re driving me crazy.” He says again, his hand reaching to cup her cheeks “Fuck this.”

With that, he pulls her for a kiss. A hungry, desperate kiss that would surely leave the both of them out of breath once they part. She couldn’t fight the urge to not kiss him back once his left hand pulls her closer by the waist. She couldn’t fight the urge to not kiss him back once he moaned as her hands found their way to play with his hair. She couldn’t fight the urge to not kiss him back once the only thing filling her senses were his body heat and the smell of alcohol from his breath. She couldn’t stop.

“Be mine,” Regulus says between their kisses “Please, be mine.”

“I’m already yours.”

As if she’s said something so appalling for him to hear, Regulus pulls away and stares at her. His eyes were half open, hair completely in a mess now from all the tugging and pulling she’s done. He looks beautiful.

“I’m sorry.”

Then everything turns black. Regulus passed out.

↠ Part VII

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writers-potion · 22 days

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I'm writing a novel in a fantasy place where there is a magical side (main inhabitants being elves) and a human side. They both hate each other, and lots of lore. So, fast forward and there is this elf girl-who can talk to animals and has healing powers-falls for the human prince after being love bombed. Then her care giver/best friend/he's in love with her but she's not(don't worry he's 20 and she's 18), is poisoned and killed by the prince. Fast forward again about 6 months and the two are getting married, the elf doesn't know about how her friend died. So there was this whole thing of her identity being hidden from everyone, including the human king, but is suddenly revealed when these pixies pop out of her bouquet of roses, snatch her veil revealing her ears, and show her pictures of the whole killing thing. She screaming at him "you monster" and all the guests are like what the hell is happening and screaming to. Prince is trying to be like "I did it for us" but elf is having none of that. I want the pixies to somehow kill the prince, but I don't know how I want them to kill him. Any suggestions?

Ps, the pixies are associated with flowers and I think that might be something to incorporate

I probably went for wayyy to long but I appreciate the time it took to read this.

Flower-Pixie Kill Order

This is honestly a fun question to answer <3

Let's assume that:

The pixies are the Tinkerbell-type winged humanoid creatures

They have elven magic over natural elements (specifically related to flora, but also some basic/general magic)

Based on this, here are some suggested murder methods:

1. Pixies morph a monster made of thorns, poison ivy, dried leaves, etc, and orders it to kill the prince.

2. Each pixie comes forth to place one deadly curse after another until the prince is practically dead. The fey (broader category of magical creatures that pixies belong to) are known for their cleverness with words and, yes, their everlasting ill-wishes.

3. The pixies magic the guards/knights at the wedding to murder their own master.

4. The pixies reduce themselves in size, enter the prince's body through the orifices (mouth, nostril, ears) then pulverize him from the inside. Human bomb, blood and gore everywhere...yeah not pretty.

5. The pixies pretend to like/help the prince, offering him a fruit from the pixie world. The fruit places a terrible curse on the prince...

6. These pixies are all related to deadly, poisonous flowers...and they shower the poisons down on the prince until he turns into a puddle of goo.

7. Despite the havoc, the wedding ceremony proceeds. The elf girl is still indignant, but the prince is now forcing her to marry him. When he kisses her, the magic on her lips turn him into a heap of flower petals.

8. The pixies make it rain flowers at the wedding. Each time a petal hits his skin, the patch of skin melts away, making him...porous.

Hope this helps! :)

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everlastlady · 7 months

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How would Striker react if fem s/o is bisexual as he catches them looking at dirty magazines or looking at a female passing by? This is an antihero Striker au.

Thank you for submitting a request! I hope that you enjoy this story as someone who is bisexual, I had fun writing this story so I hope that any fellow bisexual enjoys this story.

I Love You Either Way.

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✰- Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, and powerful overlords. Welcome back to another story of fem reader who is bisexual with Striker. Since I have trouble writing due to adhd and especially a little bit of writers block. I tried a fun experiment today while writing this. I love to play Stardew Valley on my phone so while I was writing the story from my laptop I decided that. Every time I finish a day in Stardew Valley or for every fish I catch or tree I chop, I write a sentence on my laptop and it really helped and was fun, so if you wanna try something to reward yourself to write while having fun I recommend doing something while you write but remember don't force yourself to write if you can't. Also remember to eat a meal or snack, drink water, take your medicine, and that you are loved. If you enjoy this story then please like, comment, reblog, or even blaze if you can. Remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

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✰- Story Contains: Anti Hero Striker, Bisexual Fem Reader, Sexual Magazines, Fluffy Stuff, Supportive Striker, & Guess Striker's Friend.

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Ever since you were at a young age, you knew that you were bisexual but you never really told anyone, why? Well because you thought it wasn’t really important unless someone asked. And no one in your life really asked so no one knew that you were bisexual especially your boyfriend Striker. You met Striker when the hybrid imp passed out in front of your house. It seemed like he had escaped from a sort of horrible accident because had horrible burn marks on his back and looked beat up. So you helped him up into your home and patched him up. When he had awoken he would freak out but you eventually calmed him down despite him calling you names and threatening you but he ended up seeing that you meant no harm and had patched him up better than those shady doctors he goes to or himself. When Striker had left he returned the next day and bought you roses that were pink, purple, and blue. You accepted the flowers and thanked him. After that you and Striker began to hangout more and more with each other. The two of you would have all sorts of fun from camping, teaching Striker how to actually patch himself up, and he taught you how to use a gun. The two slowly fell in love with each other and eventually started to date each other. Striker loved you to pieces and reminded you everyday how much he loved you and that he wouldn’t want you to change anything about yourself. But you never really told Striker that you were bisexual and you weren’t sure how to tell him, or how he would react; so you decided to keep your sexuality to yourself until you felt like telling him would be the right time. Now Striker he already knew that you like women and men. Even though you two don’t live together yet. Whenever Striker was over and you would be out shopping or in the kitchen Striker being a nosey bastard would mess around in your room either with your computer seeing what games you have, going through your closet seeing what outfits you have and trying to get his shirts back, or he would just see what books you own.

He eventually came across a magazine but not just your normal type of magazine like a cooking, fashion, or gossip one. No this was a dirty magazine filled with pictures of different types of nude demon women. Striker sat down on the floor and flipped through as he was wondering why you had this. And then it hit him. The other day he asked if he was a woman would you sleep with him of course you said yes quickly without thinking; then he remembered how you would glance at other female demons whenever you two walked down the street at first he thought those glances were you just admiring those womens clothes or he thought you were just seeing if they were looking at him. “ Hey, Striker, I’m back from shopping. “ As you stepped into the room, Striker looked at you while holding the magazine and you stared at him then the magazine then back at Striker, as you felt your heart about to pop out. “ You wanna tell me something darlin? “ Striker asked and closed the magazine; he stood up and walked over to you and handed you the magazine. You sighed and set your bags down. “ I’m bisexual…. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, I thought if I did that you would be disgusted and leave me. I didn’t know what your reaction would be, I just know that I was nervous to tell you, I still love you. “ You looked at Striker who said nothing and only walked to you with a serious expression; you closed your eyes preparing for the worst but all you felt was a small flick on your forehead but it still hurt. “ Ow! “ You rub your forehead and open your eyes as Striker glared and had his hands on his hips. “ Ow, is right, darlin’, I don’t care that you are bisexual, I still love you no matter what. Your sexuality doesn't stop me from loving you, it doesn't change anything between us. You are still my dumpling. “ Striker pulled you close into a hug. “ Does anyone else know you are bisexual? “ He asked while rubbing small circles on your back.

“ No, I haven’t told anyone since I discovered I was bisexual. “ You sighed feeling relief that Striker didn’t leave or yell at you for coming out. You actually feel proud knowing that you told him and happy that he didn’t see you any different and still saw you as you. “ Well if you tell anyone and they try saying anything nasty to ya or try hurting you pumpkin, just come tell me and I’ll make sure they don’t wake up to see another day. “ Striker planted a kiss on your lips. “ Also you need to find a better hiding place for those magazines because just having them in an open box on your closet floor isn't smart. “ Striker smirk. You playfully roll your eyes. “ Strike, who else is gonna snoop through my room besides your cute nosey ass. “ You deliver a flick to Striker’s floor head as he felt a dramatic pain sound and fell back on the bed holding you. “ That hurt darlin~ “ Striker nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. The next day comes and you are sitting on the couch watching a horror movie. Striker had come home from hunting down his target but he had a small box in his hand and sat down on the couch tossing the box into your lap. You raised an eyebrow at Striker who’s yellow eyes stayed on whatever horror movie you were watching. You opened the box and smiled seeing that Striker had got you bisexual rings but there were two. “ I’m bisexual darlin. “ Striker stretched and yawned.

“ Why didn’t you tell me yesterday? “ You asked and slipped one of the rings on your fingers. “ I wanted you to have your moment, I also thought it wasn’t really important to tell you so I thought since you came out yesterday, that I might as well come out while doing some cheesy ass gestures. A friend of mine; she recommended that I do it and even helped pick the rings. “ Striker slipped the other ring on his finger. “ Now we have matching rings, anyway give me the remote your taste in horror movies is shit. “ Striker said. You chuckled and handed Striker the remote who put on a zombie movie and rested his head in your lap as you ran your fingers through his white hair; who would have known that Striker was bisexual. That night you were brushing your teeth as Striker sat on the bed cleaning his weapons polishing his guns and knives. He kept a couple of weapons at your house either for training you or protecting you or yourself if anyone broke in and tried to rob or hurt you. “ Hey darlin’, I was thinking about finally moving in with ya, if you're okay with taking that next step in our relationship. “ Striker heard you jet out of the bathroom still having white foam around your mouth from brushing your teeth. “ I would love that! “ You wiped your mouth and walked over to him, sitting down in his lap. “ You moving in would be nice and I get to help you take care of our son Bombproof. “ You grinned, ever since you met Bombproof you declared that the horse is your son and Bombproof did love you. Striker chuckled and kissed you. “ Then I’ll make sure to get all my shit over here. “I love you darlin. “ Striker gave you another kiss. The two of you stayed there in the bed kissing each other and couldn't wait to see how living together would be like.

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everlastlady · 5 months

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Mammon done F’ed up now! Why.. Why you break my heart like this?! Anyway. Keep up the awesome writing! You’re a bloody legend! ;)

Mammon definitely fucked up lol.

Anyway I'm a heart breaker in writing and roleplay, a dash of angst makes things enjoyable. I also wanted to start writing characters that are supposed to be portrayed as bad, as bad characters before giving them a chance to change. It's interesting to see if Mammon will give up his greedy toxic ways for the reader.

I also had to do a lot of research on what greed could do to you so not only is Mammon's greed affecting his emotions but it's also affecting the reader's physical health and mental health.

I don't want to give away too much but there is definitely more to come especially wanting in bring in more characters especially the big man himself Lucifer.

And thank you for the support you are also a bloody legend too~

#helluva boss #helluva mammon #bloody legend #everlast answers☕#everlast asks 🍵

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everlastlady · 5 months

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NUUUUUUUUU I HAVE A CRUSH ON BOTH MAMMON AND ALASTOR OMG AND THIS NEW CHAPTER MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE TO CHOOSE, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME MS. LADY EVERLASTING?!!!?!?!? 😭😭😭

Haha! If it helps Alastor doesn't romantically love the reader, he just has a deep friendship with the reader and cares about them since they were best friends since childhood. Mammon on the other hand loves the reader but is letting his greed get in the way since he loves to put money and business first especially if he has to use people for it. But Alastor won't let his dear friend be used as a puppet, so Mammon will learn his lesson soon~

But if y'all want me to start writing Alastor content then I'll definitely do that because I do want to bring back an old series I deleted about human Alastor x zombie reader. Where it was Alastor, Husk, Nifty, and Angel stuck in a zombie apocalypse and Alastor who still kills people ends up killing a couple for their supplies and comes across the undead reader who was watching him and he eventually takes them in because he wants to use them to attack other survivors and protect him, but also have a bit of romance between.

#everlast answers☕#everlast asks 🍵#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #helluva bloody legend #bloody legend #helluva mammon #hazbin alastor

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everlastlady · 5 months

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Love bloody legend so far, how many chapters do you think you'll have?

Probably 20 chapters 🤍🤍🤍

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #helluva bloody legend #helluva mammon #everlast answers☕#everlast asks 🍵

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everlastlady · 5 months

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Please tell me this, will lucifer be antagonist or a good character in your story bloody legend?

Lucifer will be a good guy, he and Lilith will be by Mammon's side but not on his side basically they are a mirror of what Mammon and Reader could be if Mammon stops being a dick.

Lucifer at Mammon:

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everlastlady · 6 months

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Hi! I heard you have a Mammon C.Ai bot, may I have a link please?

Mammon Bot

There ya go! I'm still working on him but he definitely does give massive dickhead and controlling energy. I'm still experimenting with scripts with him <3

#helluva boss #hazbin hotel #helluva mammon #everlast answers☕#everlast asks 🍵

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everlastlady · 7 months

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What would happen if someone were to cheat on Striker? He's an antihero in this one.

Sorry that this took so long to answer was taking a break from HB because burn out but I'm back I hope that you enjoy the story.

Mr. Loverman

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✰ Author's Note: Hello! My little imps, demonic sinners, & powerful overlords. Welcome back to another Helluva Boss story with Striker x Cheating reader. I hope that you guys enjoy this story because I wrote this while watching Corpse Bride and Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Makes me wonder if I should write something with a corpse bride reader. Don't forget to like, comment, or give reblog if you love this story. Remember to always support your local community writers or writers in general. Also don't forget to eat, drink water, take your medicine, and that you are loved.

✰ Word Count: 2302

✰ Story Contains: Angst, Cheater Reader, Distant Striker, Sexual Implementations, Gender Neutral Reader, & Best Friend Verosika Mayday.

You and Striker had been dating for a year, the two of you had always had a strong love for each other. Striker admired everything about you from the way you would sass him and that adorable laughter you had whenever you laughed at one of his jokes. You thought you had the perfect relationship until Striker got more involved with his work; he got more obsessed with killing some demon prince and a group of imps. Whenever you tried to hug Striker he would push you away or tell you to go away. Sometimes he would come home and yell at you for no reason whatever happened at work he would take it out on you. That now you would just sleep in the other room to avoid dealing with Striker. Currently laying in bed now the house was quiet and there was nothing really to do until your friend texted you about going to a club in the Lust ring. It’s been a while since you had any fun so you decided to go. You slipped into a lovely outfit that would go with the Lust ring and freshened yourself up. You grabbed your keys and left not bothering to tell Striker where you would be heading. It's not like he would care. You could hear him in the bedroom that you guys used to share cleaning his weapons while on the phone with a client. You arrived at the club in the Lust ring where your friend Verosika was already waiting for you. “ (Name)! There you are, get your ass over here and let’s head inside, before someone takes the good tables. “ She said, placing her hand on her hip. Thanks to Verosika being a famous popstar the bouncer had let the two of you and Verosika took you two towards her favorite table in the vip section. Six drinks later and Verosika rolled her eyes. “ You need to dump that cowboy imp if he’s just going to treat you like shit and not even try in the relationship. Take it from me honey, I was with an imp that left me shitty and dry emotionally and sexually, you deserve better. “ Versoika took a sip of her drink, as you sighed softly.

“ I don’t know I feel like me and him could still have something, maybe I should change my clothes or hair. “ You said while tapping your finger against the glass. “ Honey, you shouldn’t have to change yourself for anyone, just forget about him and have fun tonight. “ Versoika stood up to go and dance with a female spider demon she had spotted; you sighed and decided to go and get another drink. From the bar as you stood at the bar you heard the sound of someone clearing their throat. You turned around to see an incubus demon with white hair and yellow eyes with black pupils, he had golden piercings on his eyebrow and was wearing a black leather jacket and matching pants. “ Hey, do you wanna dance? “ The incubus demon with the pink skin stared at you with a nervous expression. You grabbed your drink and looked at him. You won’t lie he was actually kind of cute and it’s been a while since you had fun so you decided to take Verosika advice and say fuck you smiled. “ I’d love to dance. “ The incubus demon smiled at your request and took your hand as the two of you head to the dance floor. “ My name is Jesse by the way what’s your name cutie? “ Jesse danced with you as the music played loud but you could perfectly hear him.

“ My name is (Name) “ You said while dancing with Jesse what a cute name you thought Jesse it rolls off the tongue like a sweet treat. “ Do you have a boyfriend, (Name)? “ He asked while holding your hand and placed his other hand on your hip, the two of you dancing close together. You wanted to say yes because you loved Striker but another part of you wanted to say no because did Striker even deserve the title boyfriend? besides you were having fun with Jesse. “ No, I don’t have a boyfriend. “ You giggled but felt bad about lying but decided to push that feeling aside. “ Wow, I’m surprised that a pretty thing like yourself doesn’t have a partner, sorry if this seems forward but do you wanna come back to my place tonight maybe watch a movie? I make a really good strawberry cheesecake. “ Jesse grinned while holding you close. You did want to get out of this nightclub since your feet were hunting, the music was starting to her overwhelming, and you wanted to spend more time with Jesse. “ Sure, I would like that very much. “ You flashed Jesse a sweet smile that made his heart almost melt. “ I rode my bike here so I hope you aren’t scared to hop on~ “ Jesse smirked but you only laughed. “ I was riding bikes when I was teenager. It was the first thing I bought with my own money but had to scrap to keep affording my apartment. “ You said walking out of the club with Verosika who saw the two of you. “ That’s right honey get some dick tonight and don’t think about him! “ You stopped in your tracks as Jesse turned around and looked at you. “ What did she mean by him? Also I didn’t know you knew Verosika “ Jesse raised an eyebrow.

“ She’s talking about my ex, he’s a real jerk who never paid any attention to me and would just take his anger out on me. So Verosika invited me out to the club tonight to forget about him, we had been apart for three weeks. “ You bite the inside of your cheek. Keeping up with this lie was something you tried to stomach. “ I met Verosika at a party, how do you know her? “ You asked while finally leaving the nightclub with Jesse. “ She is my cousin, before she was famous she would sing into her hairbrush in front of me when we were teenagers while wanting me to rate her singing, heh, also your ex sounds like a dick if I was dating you I would treat you right. “ Jesse’s tail is wrapped around your waist. “ It’s good that my cousin invited you out tonight to forget about him, maybe I could help with that too? “ Jesse placed his finger underneath your chin so you could look at him. “ Let’s get out of here. “ Jesse grabbed his helmet and handed it to you. You smiled and placed it on your head and got on the back of Jesse’s bike and wrapped your arms around his waist. Driving into the night, you had arrived at Jesse’s place. You got off the bike and handed him back his helmet. “ Heh, maybe I should get a custom helmet made for you. That;s if you enjoyed the drive? “ He smirked. “ I did and I wouldn’t mind getting a custom helmet. “ You walk with Jesse into his house; as Jesse flips on the lights. His place was quite nice and looked comfortable. You heard small meows and looked down to see a blue icy looking skull cat. “ Aw. “ You kneel down to pet the cat as Jesse hangs up his jacket and turns around. “ Oh, that’s snow she is my cat, got her from the shelter that I was working at before I became a bouncer at Ozzie “ He looked over at you, as you stood. “ Can I use your bathroom? “ You asked, all that drinking at the club had hit you. Jesse nodded and told you it’s down the hall on the right.

“ Thanks. “ You walked down the hallway and headed into the bathroom and looked in a mirror. Feeling disgusted at what you were doing you decided to splash some water on your face. You felt your phone buzz and pulled it out seeing it was a message from Striker who was asking you where you were at. You sighed and said that you were at the club with Verosika. You were surprised that Striker had texted you the last text that was shared between the two of you was three weeks ago. You waited for Striker to text you back as you could see the three dots of the bubble chat loading showing that he was texting but then it stopped and all he said was okay. You sighed and shook your head putting your phone back into your bag; you jumped when hearing a knock on the door. “ Are you okay in there? Hope you didn’t fall in “ Jesse chuckled. You opened the door and gave a weary smile. “ Just feeling weird from all that drinking at the club. '' You said. “ Then let’s get some water and food into your system, maybe you’ll feel better right after if not I’ll get you some medicine. '' Jesse guided you to the bathroom. He was kind enough to make an oven pizza for you both and handed you a water bottle with some medicine. You sat on the couch eating the pizza with Jesse and drinking some water; he was right you were already feeling better.

After eating, you had your head rested on Jesse’s chest while curled up next to him with his hand on your hip as the two of you watched a horror movie together; you remembered how you and Striker would sit on the couch like this and watch movies this almost brought tears to your eyes but you were snapped out of your thoughts when Jesse turned your face towards him and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered close as you kissed him back, he pressed his lips ,pressed against you and parted your lips with his fingers as he slipped his tongue into your mouth; and you leaned into the kissed and wrapped your arms around Jesse who sat up and pulled you into his lap, the kissing between you two got heated and intimate that Jesse pulled away for a second. “ Are you sure that you wanna do this? “ Jesse asked. You knew this was wrong even if you and Striker’s relationship was on the rocks cheating didn’t feel right but the moments you were having with Jesse was something that you desperately craved to have with Striker again. “ Yes, I wanna do this. “ You said. Jesse smiled and picked you up as he took you to his bedroom.

After that night of what happened between you and Jesse, you continued to see him behind Striker’s back, always texting him or hanging out with him. That sadness, anger, and loneliness Striker gave you, Jesse eventually found out that you were dating Striker when Versoika told him the truth thinking it will help you pull away from Striker. Jesse of course wasn’t mad he even tried to encourage you to leave Striker so that you and him could live together and date. You told him you needed some time to think about it to which he told you. “ Take all the time you need. “ You sat on the couch watching a movie when Striker walked in the room; and stood in front of the TV. “ Yes? “ You asked, annoyed. Striker didn’t say anything; he tossed your phone into your lap and glared. You looked down seeing that your screen was on the text messages between you and Jesse. Your heart dropped to your feet. “ So you're cheating on me, so when were you going to tell me dumpling? “ Striker glared letting out a hiss. “ Or were you going to tell me when you leave. Is this Jesse person better than me, do you love him? “ Striker stared down at you. You bite your lip and sigh; you might as well tell the truth/ “ I’m sorry for cheating on you, I know it wasn’t right and I should have broken up with you. Yes, I love Jesse because he’s giving me something you haven’t in a long while. “ You stood up and looked at him. “ You let your work and hatred for those imps get in between our relationship that we just feel like roommates more than lovers. So I’m sorry for cheating you so to end this we need to break up; I'm going with Jesse. “ Before you could turn away Striker grabbed your wrist. “ You’re upset because I’m not giving you any attention to you so you decided to cheat and now you wanna leave me for some demon in the Lust ring who could be fucking half the people in that ring. Darlin’ listen to yourself. “ Striker tried to reach out and touch you but you shook your head and stepped back. “ I’m going… “ You turned away and went to your bedroom.

Striker followed behind you telling you that you’ll regret leaving him, that Jesse is just using you for sex that if you come back to him that you’ll have to be begging on your knees. You ignored him and packed your things. With two suitcases back you looked at Striker. “ Goodbye Striker, I hope you accomplish your goals and don’t let them destroy you. “ You walked out the front door and left Striker standing in the doorway until you disappeared down the road in your car. Striker tried to stay calm but eventually broke down crying he felt like it was his fault that you left. He wanted this to all be a bad dream; he was mad at himself for not putting effort into the relationship, he was mad at you for cheating, he was mad at Jesse for stealing you from him, and he was mad at his work for getting in the way of your guys' relationship. He missed you and he wanted you back, he would get you back.

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