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MOTH TO A FLAME — DICK GRAYSON X JOURNALIST!READER

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summary: your relationship with dick grayson was history two years ago. as of yesterday, you were (not so) happily engaged to another man, and your relationship with him was swoon-worthy, but it seems like it could crumble like a house of cards. so when your perfect ex comes back into your life for help on a case, will you go back to him like a moth to a flame?

you’re just a moth to a flame.

you were engaged. you knew this, this wasn’t new fucking information, and you were supposed to feel elated, on top of the world, like you were on cloud nine or some other shit people in love said—wait, no. you were in love with your fiancé, or at least you tried to be. he was sweet, and he looked good, with his fluffy blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and lean figure. nerd hot. just your type, but why did it seem like as every day went on, you kept trying to convince yourself that this was what you wanted?

you stretched your arms before lugging yourself out of bed, grabbing your phone to check your messages, which you assumed were the reason that your phone was buzzing so much that it was about to fall off your dresser.

PHOTOS NOTIFICATION: november, 2021, AMUSEMENT MILE THEME PARK. do you want to share this memory with DICKIEBIRD 💙?

you pressed your mouth into a line, reminiscing. that was probably the best time you’d ever had in your entire life. you, dick, wally and artemis, eating cotton candy and popcorn at an amusement park.

“one more bite of food and you’re going into carnival crime territory, wally,” you sing, your voice carrying its signature teasing lilt. “then i’m going to win, and you’ll have to pay for everything.”

“just make your stupid boyfriend pay, he’s the billionaire!” wally's disgruntled groan came from a foot behind you, were he was still struggling on his second milkshake. sucker.

dick threw an arm around your shoulder, spreading a hint of warmth over your torso. he was, as you liked to call him, your personal space heater. “hey, it’s the son of a billionaire. and i’d much rather see my super sexy girlfriend beat my best friend’s ass.”

artemis grinned, her phone ready to snap a picture of when wally would undisputedly hurl like a toddler who had eaten too many gerber puffs. “me too, so hurry up, wally.”

the memory of dick throwing up because of the amount of sugar he had consumed in the short span of three hours almost had you laughing out loud, with your fiancé in the bed right next to you. god, you were so pathetic.

“something funny?” his low voice was next to your ear, and you could almost feel his breath on your neck, but for some reason, you wanted to push him away.

your breath hitched, and the guilt crept into your heart again. you were in bed with your fiancé, and you were daydreaming about your ex-boyfriend, who probably forgot your existence. dick was charming, but even you knew that he had a steady stream of people on call to fuck. one of the plus sides to being the hottest person in blüdhaven, you guessed.

“uh, just checking the group chat. girl stuff, matt, you can’t see it.” your mouth twisted into a mischievous smirk, and you quickly stood up and walked towards the shower, rapidly checking the group chat that you opened up your phone for. curse dick grayson and his beautiful blue eyes, which were obviously the only reason you stared that that picture for so long. not the lovesick look he had on his face when looking at you, and definitely not his flirty smile when you made eye contact with him. that would be crazy, right?

maybe you should finally open the group chat.

rue: so how’d your night go?? 😉

annie: i bet she’s so tired that she can’t even walkkk

charlie: ofc she can’t, it’s matt myers!! he’s so fine 😩😩

the conversation then devolved into a discussion of which of matt’s photoshoots was the ‘hottest’, which should’ve made any other, self respecting friend group shy away from the conversation, but never rue, annie and charlie. no, they said that matt was too ‘sexy’ to be quiet about, and it was like they were waiting for you to mess up just to take your place. the sad part was that you wouldn’t mind letting them.

you had met matt, ironically, at a wayne gala that you were covering post breakup with dick, which was the only way that you measured time nowadays. he was hot enough to be… a rebound, and you were okay with that, until he started hounding you for a date. one date, two dates, and suddenly, a year and a half later, you were engaged. the next step, obviously (in matt's words), was the whole white picket fence, 2.5 kids, and living the rest of your days in your dream house. if it was so obvious, why did it make your stomach curdle like you had a flu? why did the idea of kids with matt, being bonded to him for life, make you want to toss your stupid ring at his face, pack your bags, and run? did he even know why your favorite color was dark blue? did matt myers know that the reason that the sapphire stone on your ring was because of dick grayson?

you glanced at your fiancé before looking at your phone and sighing. “matt, i'm going out for some fresh air.” your heart panged. maybe you should give matt some slack, because after all, he picked up the pieces of you after dick so abruptly left. maybe he was better than what you gave him credit for. maybe the two of you would work long term, and you could go the white picket fence with him. it couldn’t hurt. “wanna come with?”

“nah. get me some seaweed chips though, from erewhon. we ran out.” matt shot you a badly timed wink, which made you grimace, and in that moment, you realized a very disturbing fact. nobody could make your blood pump like dick grayson, and no matter who you were with, there would only be one man on your mind.

sighing, you quickly changed into a ratty hoodie and leggings, making sure you weren’t in some sort of nightmare dream that you weren’t able to get out of. because that was your dream, right? being engaged to an incredibly attractive, talented and kind person, and spending the rest of your life with him? you gave yourself a short pep talk in the mirror—“you are hot! everyone wants you! you are engaged!”—before slipping on your shoes and calculating the distance to blüdhaven’s nearest erewhon, which was an easy twenty minute walk away. maybe you could thank matt for the exercise that he was always hounding you to do.

step. step. step. your walk turned into the same banal rotation of the past year and a half of your life, always the same thing over and over, and the thought of what your life might have been like if you had just stayed clung in your mind like cobwebs. unwanted, unnecessary, but it made your heart ache just a little bit to get rid of them.

erewhon came faster than you expected it to, and you stepped inside, the chilly air hitting your face like a wall of ice, and you grabbed a basket, picking up those chips matt loved. he was safe. safe and comfortable, but why did safe and comfortable suddenly feel like boring and predictable?

you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflective glass of the door, yearning to see the bright eyed, excitable girl that existed only a few years ago, but all you saw was… you. drained, unhappy, a permanent frown on your face. you attempted a smile, pulling your mouth from both sides, but the result was only a mix of a grimace and a clown’s toothy grin. you couldn’t smile right either.

your phone pinged, and a blue heart showed up on your screen. you hadn’t texted him in two years, but the icon still made your heart flutter with anticipation, before your squashed it like a bug under a boot.

DICKIEBIRD 💙: hey smartie pants! i need to talk to u about something important. let’s meet at 0900 at lux?

you bit your lip. the pros of this: you could finally get closure. dick grayson was hard to get ahold of, but maybe this was your chance to ask him—why did the two of you not work? was it you? was it him? or was it his true first love, nightwing?

you: hey. does 0930 work? i’m out running errands right now.

a beat.

DICKIEBIRD 💙: yeah! miss u lots, btw. see you then!

two hours later, after you had dropped off matt’s life-sustaining seaweed chips for a disgruntled “thanks, babe” in return, you walked into lux, your favorite sweater and skirt combo clinging onto you like a second skin. you’d worn a different, light blue dress on instinct, but you quickly realized that the dress you had picked out was dick’s favorite, so it immediately out of the question. shame, it was a damn hot dress.

“hey!” you heard a cheery voice from behind you. he said your name like it came off easy, like you hadn’t been each other’s confidants once upon a time. he said your name the way you wished that you could say his, with no meaning attached behind it. “it’s been so long, and you look great!” his eyes flicked to the stone on your left hand ring finger, and you could swear that his face fell the smallest amount, but if he felt anything, he didn’t tell you.

you didn’t have the same self control that he did. his name fluttered off of your tongue like a prayer, like he was a god and your only chance at salvation. “dick… um… hi. yeah, you look great too, but i guess enough people tell you that on a daily basis.”

“well, i hope you’re getting complemented just as much. what, your fiancé not doing it for you anymore, or is that just a pretty rock?” he grinned, his dimples highlighted by the dim light in the club. you suddenly kicked yourself for even showing up. how could he read you like a book by only looking at you for a minute or two, max?

your eyes widened, heart beating out of your chest. “uh, i mean… i’m engaged. matt. that’s his name. matt myers.”

as if reading your mind, dick’s smile fell, and he placed a comforting hand on your forearm. “hey, i didn’t mean anything by the pretty rock comment, okay? don’t stress, i’m not here to seduce you.” oh, dick. what you’d give for him to say the opposite. “i’m actually here about a case. not bruce related, by the way. my usual case partner on this one is having a little trouble, so i thought…” he shrugged, because telling you that you were a backup didn’t break his heart, not like being on the receiving end broke yours. it wasn’t a shatter, just a tiny crack to the ones that he’d been adding all this time.

“yeah, i can help you out. what’s up?” you tried to seem nonchalant, but maybe the pain seeped through your voice. you wouldn’t count it against your terrible emotional regulation skills, but a small part of you was itching to help—to get back into the routine that truly sparked fire in you, instead of the rabbit food conversations that had matt jumping around like it was Christmas.

dick pulled out a variety of manila folders, labeled with a variety of female names on them, and a type of flower. he pinched three different photos of the victims, you were assuming, who were mauled and then arranged into neat shapes, with their hands crossed over their chest like mummies, and a clean, crisp white flower placed on top of them. the flowers were all different species’, you noted, with some including a white rose, a white poppy, and a white petunia.

“what do you have so far?” your voice came off far too eager, far too fast and far too interested. no, this was a favor he was coming to you for, so why did it feel like you were a caged bird that could finally sing, stretch it’s wings and soar into the sky without inhibitions? dick pressed his lips together, running a hand though his tousled, raven hair. god, what you’d give to have the chance to do that one more time. maybe dick was right when he broke up with you, because if you couldn’t even control yourself when you had a fiancé, how did he know that you could handle being with him?

he hesitated—it was evident in the way that he froze before trying to say something again. perhaps he was also thinking about the other times that you helped him with his cases, spending late nights poring over pictures and elaborate pictures, only to end up watching the real housewives of beverly hills instead. or maybe he was rethinking, questioning, even, why he had even involved you in the first place. you wouldn’t hold it against him; you’d always been too interested for your own good.

“close to nothing. no prints, no dna, just these flowers, whatever they mean. i wanted to know if you could reach out to shy of your sources—see if they know anything. they’ve been helpful before.” his voice sounded tired, not the usual, cheery voice he pasted onto himself. it made you feel a bit better, if you could call it that, that he didn’t feel the need to pretend to be the golden wayne child in front of you. or maybe you were delusional in your belief that he’d even let his facade drop.

you bit your lip, and twisted the dark blue engagement ring on your finger absentmindedly. “is this a nightwing problem, or an officer grayson problem? because that makes a difference in which sources i use.”

dick grinned, and you were mostly sure that it was genuine, with a flash of teeth distracting you from the issue at hand (which was more like the issue on your left hand ring finger) but dick had always had that effect on you. “thinking about breaking the law, future mrs gr—future pulitzer prize winner? to answer your question, if you think about it,” he started, “it’s a both problem.” his face fell, and the wide smile that was there moments ago disappeared so fast that you almost thought that you imagined it. “they’ve started personally targeting people in my family. cass and damian both noticed a tail when they were walking out in the city, and i would be worried if they weren’t, you know, the deadliest people in gotham, but if anything happened to them, i don’t know if i'd be able to forgive myself. or worse, alfred…”

the look on his face is anguished, as if he’s imagining a lifetime of pain being inflicted on his family, and you know that he’s rather take it himself than let anything happen to them. “dick, don’t worry, okay? alfred is probably more dangerous than anyone in your family combined, and i say that after i've met cass and steph. nothing’s going to happen to them. we’re going to find this psycho, then we’re going to get justice for the victims and their families.” you reach out to touch his arm, but the moment your skin makes contact with his, you pull back like his forearm was on fire.

nodding, he looks back up at you, his eyes filled with an admiration you haven’t seen in quite a while. “yeah, i’m overreacting, right? and it’s not like they won’t be able to defend themselves. cass could probably kick my ass on one of her bad days.” he shudders. “she’s awesome and all, but scary as hell.”

you laugh, finally at ease, not on edge about what you’re saying or about to do. “yeah, well, clearly you’ve never seen her in the same room as a full english breakfast. i remember this one time that she came over to our apartment after patrol, and this was at three o’clock in the morning, okay? she walks in, starts getting the eggs out of our fridge…” your eyes catch a glimpse at dick’s face. he’s smiling, his face satiated and truly… happy. how long has it been since you looked like that? the earlier morning comes into your mind, and you stammer, recollecting how you looked in the glass of the fridge at the store. like a broken woman rather than the girl that you used to be.

now it’s dick’s turn to take your hand into his, and rub it gently, the way that he always used to do when you were nervous before taking one of your tests in university, or when you utterly messed up cooking dinner. it meant that he was here for you, that he would be there no matter what, but a small part of your brain wanted to question him nonetheless; if he had left you before, he would leave you again. that was the rule, the past precedent that he had kept for himself, and if he had wanted to stay, he would’ve.

his thumb brushes over your engagement ring, the one that you and forgotten even existed and now felt heavier on your finger than a ton of bricks, the one that your fiancé had given to you as a token of trust. you couldn’t break the one promise you had left, but clearly, dick must have been thinking the same thing. he pulled his hand away the moment he touched the ring, and looked at you with a guilty expression. “so… how long have you guys been…”

“last night.” you said, not an ounce of warmth in your voice. there never was, when it came to matt. it was more like a dry tone of obligation than anything else.

dick’s eyes widened, shame seeping into his expression. “i'm so sorry, sw—i mean, you shouldn’t be here on your engagement day. we can talk some other time, or i can send you—”

“if i didn’t want to be here, dick, i wouldn’t be.”

“good to know.” he smiled, before turning his attention back to the folder in his hands. “hey, i have to go. we’ll keep in touch, alright?” he stands up, about to lean in for a hug, but you stick your arm out, ready to shake his hand. cold and impersonal, but it wasn’t like you were doing a good job of that in the first place.

the two of you settle for a half hug-half handshake combination, somehow making the situation more awkward than it already was. he send you a crooked grin, and it cements itself in your brain, another blip of dick grayson in your grey life. maybe… maybe this isn’t a bad idea after all, and maybe you could rein in your emotions just to see a little more of him, his dark blue eyes haunting your dreams like an apparition. you could sacrifice that and so much more just to have his eyes in your life.

“see you later, right?” you smiled, the muscles in your face contracting in that direction for the first time in a few weeks, perhaps. oh, the things that he did to your poor heart. he waved, mouthing a quick bye to you before picking up a call on his phone, and you could hear a stern ‘jason’ before he vanished, out of earshot, out of sight, but not out of your mind.

you started on your path back home, deciding against taking a taxi when the fares would be the highest. maybe it was just an eerie coincidence on your part, but you swore that there was something behind you, a pair of eyes tracking your every move. you would have cast it aside as paranoia, but it was sending a creeping shiver up your spine, terrifying you to your very bones. perhaps that is what happens when one works on a murder case.

you brushed it off, but the feeling of eyes on your back did not dissipate.

ooh spooky right? does anyone fancy a part two for this one or nah?

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rzyraffek · 2 years

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Slashers with housewife s/o

(She/her)(swf) I was writing it for hour and it didnt save tnere is a lot of dialogue this color is slasher talking and this one is s/o. Its mostly written for fun Request open

Thomas Hewitt

P r o t e c t

He is triple cousious with his victims now! He would not forgive himself if one of them hurt her! And I dont thinl s/o likes gore so dont go near basement hon pls

*tommy vibing outside* "Uhhh Tommy? Theres some guy in livingroom" 🤨😨

Even tho she is hausewife he is hausehusband so yall Just vibe while cooking and cleaning

The Micheal Myers

"Micheal make sure to wear something under this jumpsuit, its cold outside!"

S/o getting him a phone and texting him every second he's out

Please Micheal stop killing people in our livingroom, this carpet costs more that my kidney

Once he gave her a knife he stole from some girl that tried to Defend herself

I can imagine s/o texting him stuff like "at 5pm u better be home, i made your favorite food" he will speedrun to home, he loves food

Collector

*phone rings at 3am* "Honey why you calling me, im at work?" "ASA THERE IS HUGE SPOODER IN BATHROOM HELP I CANT PEE" "omygod not again"

Due to s/o being often home alone (he is busy man) she will probably find some sort of hobby?(obviolusly) I can see her learning how to do crocheting. LIKE IMAGINE: "Asa i made you this cute sweater Look!" (There are to ways he will answer that) option1: "yeaah thanks that suuuper cute will wear it for sure"(never wears it) option 2: "what kind of abomination is that"(will wear it at work)

Bonus points if the oomgomgomg IF SHE MAKES SWEATER WITH MOTHS ON IT OR COCKROACHES (you know the funny gif with spining cockroach?yep this one) HE WILL LOVE IT(secretly) He would love to wear it to work but Hes afraid of destorying it (No, because imagine Arkin living in hell and the guy that tortures him for months just cames in cute sweater with cockroaches on it)

Yaujta

"??? Mate u mean u want to stay here and take care of nest while I go out??? I mean sure? Eem take care??" Confused af, like in his culutre both partners Hunt and tbh theres non long lasting relationships, only to make babis so it is weird.

He wants her to stay by his side 24/7 so he will be grumpy

But idea of her making amazing food while he is out just for him is too good to pass

Especally if its made of foods that he hunt, brings him pride

Imagine learning him how to use fork "nono honey u grab it like that and stab the food. Nono gently nonoo oh noo *break plate* "why use that when im litteraly apex predator hon imma-*eats whole plate of food with plate*

Billy lenz

F o o d

He loves food she makes

She hangs out in house so its win-win.

He will hug her alot and try to take her attencion from whatever she does to him!!

"Billy go help me chop carrorts for dinner!" *billy speedruning from upstairs* "🥺whar are carrots?"

Brahms Heelshie

"Mmm :) " "Brahms stop staring at me and help me clean kitchen' "yes honey :("

He does not rule in this relationship

He may act intimitading but He is just a shy bean

He does not know how to food, he will try to eat uncooked potato while shes not looking mmm forbiden apples

Hush man

Hes into that, prefers his wife to be like that

He loves picking her up and runinning arond hause

No matter how long yall are into relaionship he will be nervous before any dinner u eat together or be so happy everytime he sees her after he comesback home

Found it in my drafts!

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redr0sewrites · 2 months

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So bc u requested Adam and/or Lute stuff I'd like to request Adam x male!reader? Like literally anything that comes to your mind, idc if it's sfw or nsfw I just crave it °^° (also if you're not comfy with writing male reader that's totally cool too, in that case just ignore this)

I HAVW NO QUALMS AB WRITING MALE READER NONNIE DW!!!! ♥️

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, male!reader, overall adam's usual shenanigans

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

sfw:

you can NOT look me in the eyes and tell me adam does not have some form of internalized homophobia, and the minute he starts catching feelings for you i genuinely think he'd have a mini crisis

because of his major fuckboy personality he has a LOT of experience with flirting with women, but literally no experience with flirting with men

adam is still pretty confident however, and would probably approach you first.

i think he'd have to be friends with you to catch feelings for you in the first place, so he's probably around you pretty often

adam is very subconsciously flirty with you, but in a much more genuine way without his usual bravado. he doesn't even realize how soft he acts around you, but others can tell by the way his eyes always follow you and how he seems to orbit around you, or the way he'll purposefully stand as close as possible when he's talking to you. theres also the fact that he's literally always touching you, whether it be an arm around your shoulders or a hand resting on your back, he just needs to be close to you. you attract him like a moth to a flame, even when he's in a crowded room all adam is focused on is getting your attention. even his casual hookups stop as he literally focuses all his time on winning you over, even he doesn't realize how much he likes you (everyone else can tell. theres a betting pool in heaven on when you both will get together and who will confess first, etc)

adam definitely acts like a BUFFOON around you, deep down he doesn't think someone like you would want to be with him and overcompensates by bragging constantly about all the woman he's liked in a slightly pathetic attempt to flirt with you and literally CONSTANTLY trying to get your attention. think of his usual flaunting attitude and then turn up the dial by 100%. he wants to be on your mind 24/7 the same way your on his mind all the time

meanwhile ur lowkey heartbroken, bc you think adam is straight and yet you can't get rid of your stupid ass crush on his stupid face!!!! it's honestly especially irritating because he'll flirt with you and call you so many petnames and nicknames and will always be touching you, so you think you have a chance, then all of a sudden he's talking about some girl he banged and you just feel a bit led on

its very amusing for lute to watch the both of you dance around eachother and your feelings, when you both so clearly like eachother but are too scared to do anything about it

honestly i think you'd both end up confessing to eachother in the middle of an argument, maybe your pissed at adam for bragging about the "super hot girl he banged last night" (she isn't real and he spent the entire night thinking about you) and he's pissed off that your getting mad at him instead of being impressed or falling in love with him

definitely one of those dramatic "because i LOVE you, okay?!" confessions i am cringe but i am free and adam just kinda stares at you for a hot minute

adam would literally be like "wait... YOU like ME???? i thought you HATED me????? IM the one who likes YOU!" in usual adam fashion, and you would literally be like -_-"YOU LIKED ME THIS WHOLE TIME??? WHY DIDNT U SAY ANYTHING????" his dumbass would literally be like "I WAS TRYING TO??????" and all of this useless dialogue would literally just end in the two of you admitting your true feelings (much to lute's amusement who was recording the entire thing bc she NEEDS to win that bet)

once you both are officially together? prepare for adam to be the clingiest mf alive (in a cute way tho). he waited so long to be with you and literally became solely devoted to you for a WHILE before winning you over and it's probably been a hot minute since he's genuinely dated someone. sure, he's had hookups, but real, soulful relationships aren't common with him.

adam is ridiculously loyal to you, definitely one of those people who will be like "i have a bf 🙄" when someone random texts them, even if that person wasn't even interested in them romantically

LOVESSS flaunting you!! adam will bring you to every event he attends, he loves bragging about you and showing you off to all of heaven

if anyone ever gave you any shit about your relationship adam would literally drop kick them, he's very defensive about your guys' relationship and wants everyone to know that he loves you.

adam doesn't know shit about labels or sexuality so you probably have to teach him some things, i honestly think he'd be pansexual or just queer/unlabeled (i am totallyyy nooot projecting)

nsfw:

adam has been alive a long time and thought he tried everything sex related under the sun, but being with a guy opened a whole new world of possibilities

adam had explored with anal a bit before, but never with a partner. only in the late hours of the night when jerking off just wasn't enough, and he found himself with a strange temptation, his hands creeping lower and lower until he finally began to thrust his fingers in and out of his aching hole, tears welling in his eyes from a mix of humiliation and pure pleasure. yet, when he admitted to having tried fingering himself before, he also admitted something else- he had never managed to make himself cum, and had always gotten too embarrassed to push himself over the edge

he is a switch FIGHT ME. the first time your both intimate, adam absolutely talks so much shit about topping yet starts whining the second he begins fucking your tight cavern. this leads to you taking control and fucking him senseless, and adam is shocked at how much he enjoys it

he takes dick like a champ, he's a bratty sub at first but once you praise or degrade him, he's melting like putty in your hands

adam is sooo loud, he's a shameless moaner and everyone within a mile radius can hear his screams

you have to teach him how to give head, and he is surprisingly a very fast learner. adam lowkey gets off on how humbling it is to be below you, and he's also the type to get off on his partner's pleasure.

adam definitely has some sort of breeding kink, and when he's fucked dumb and so, so needy, he'll beg you to cum inside, whining about fucking a baby into him and babbling pure nonsense

even though it is quite literally impossible for either of you to get pregnant, he loves that kind of dirty talk. adam will pretend to be embarrassed about it but the thought of you breeding him or him breeding you is genuinely such a turn on for him

yall literally never use a condom im sorry 💀

adam would enjoy topping as well, i def think he enjoys fucking you and he loves fucking you senseless with pleasure

the first time he tops adam goes slow, he wants to learn more than anything and becomes incredibly skilled at reaching that sweet spot inside of you

adam is the first man, the original dick, and he definitely knows how to use it. he's such a fast learner when it comes to sex-related things, and memorizes everything about you and your body. he wants to know what makes you tick, and everything that pleases you or turns you on

adam is a pretty big guy and he can easily maneuver you into any position you want, he really likes hitting it from the back and loves fucking you from behind. he'd definitely pull your hair, forcing your head back so he could whisper absolute filth in your ear

i really really enjoyed writing this urgrhrgregregeh i love me some adam- im an afab person but im genderqueer/unlabeled and sometimes feel more masculine or more feminine, snd this was very fun to write bc i usually don't get requests for male reader or more masculine reader so yea i really really enjoyed this!!! also happy easter to anyone else who celebrates lmao i can't believe yall r getting smut from me on easter 💀

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wildandsmile · 8 months

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27 with itoshi rin please :D honestly i can see rin filling their partner up with his cum and put a vibrator them so that his cum doesn't leak out + plus he uses the remote to tease them throughout the day <3

｡☆✼★━ Challenge ━★✼☆｡

Summary: You stumbled upon a challenge on Twitter and shared it with your boyfriend, who seemed open to the idea. However, with the upcoming party on the horizon, you suspected he might have forgotten all about it. But as it turns out, you couldn't have been more wrong.

Tw : Creep Guy, Creep Group of guys, Annoying girls and Drinking.

Kinks : F receiving, Cream-pie, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), Rough sex, vibrators, impact play and spitting

Word count : 3.3k

An: Sorry if the smut isn’t the best it’s like 4 in the morning I’ll probably redo it later

Enjoy!

As you lounged comfortably on the plush couch, the soft glow of your phone screen illuminating your face, time seemed to slip away. Your Twitter feed was a never-ending stream of mundane updates and viral memes, until, out of nowhere, a tweet appeared that changing the mood of everything.

The interesting challenges caught your attention, luring you in with their mysterious allure. You had lots of free time and not much else to do, so you couldn't help but get curious about these intriguing suggestions. Some were harmless and innocent, while others were more daring, making you want to give them a try.

As you scrolled further, your heart started pounding when you found some really explicit challenges, things that you would on see one PornHub or something. Though as you read each suggestion it felt like it was drawing you into a world of intense passion and desire.

Then, like fate had a hand in it, a certain suggestion stood out among all the online noise. It caught your eye, making you curious like a moth drawn to a light. This challenge promised a night of excitement and closeness, but it also made you feel a bit nervous. The words on the screen gave you a shiver: "You or your partner has to wear a vibrator all day or night, while the other controls it."

You thought about it more and couldn't help yourself. You went to your bedroom where Rin was already there. When you sat next to him, he looked at you with curious eyes.You gave a little smile and got closer, gently touching his cheek, and asked, "Rin, should we give this a shot?" Just then, you showed him the tweet on your phone and point to the one that caught your attention.

With a sly smile, he said, "So, if I get this right, you want one of us to wear a vibrator all day?" You nodded, and he chuckled, saying, "Okay, we'll do it, but on my terms." You asked, "What are the terms?" He then grinned wickedly and said, "First, I choose when and where you put the vibrator on. Second, if you get handsy or try to finish early, I increase the intensity. Lastly, no holding back moans, even in public."

You were about to say "yes," but then what he said registers in your head , causing you playfully hit him in the arm. You then say, "I can't touch you or myself when I'm feeling needy, and I have to talk in moanish gibberish that not far."

With that, Rin gracefully rises, positioning himself shoulder to shoulder with you. He places his hand beneath his chin, tilting his head to the right, a clear sign that he's deep in thought. Eventually, he arrives at some sort of conclusion, declaring, "Alright, I’ll let you win – just this once. So, here's the deal: when you get all needy, you can handle it yourself, or even use my body to help , but I'm strictly off-limits when it comes to helping you so no begging for me to fuck you or touch you sound far."

His face lights up with a mischievous grin, and you find yourself equally enthralled by the idea, offering a nod of agreement. The two of you settle with that, and both of you return to looking at the TV screen, immersing yourselves in the world of sappy old romance movies. It's been an absolute blast. Everything was going well, but suddenly, Rin’s loud alarm goes off. He turns over and turns it off before getting out of bed, and saying, "It's time for us to get ready."

You raise an eyebrow, confused by your boyfriend's sudden excitement. You didn't remember any important plans, so you just stayed in bed, not doing much. It was only when Rin spoke excitedly that you stopped rolling around."We need to get ready for the party tonight," he reminds you, trying to jogging your memory. "Remember the one I mentioned last week? It's like a get-together for me and the guys from Blue Lock."

You stop fidgeting and think hard. After a moment, you remember what he talked about. You look at him again and say, "I thought that was in October."

He quickly takes off the covers, picks you up, and carries you to the bathroom. He hands you your toothbrush from the matching set you got together. Then, with a teasing look, he says, "It's October, sweetheart."

You shoot him a disbelieving look, your expression clearly conveying a "no way" sentiment. Your incredulous gaze causes him to pause mid-toothbrushing, and he points over to the bathroom calendar and speaker.

Turning your attention to these, you're met with the surprising revelation that the date indeed reads October 12. You offer a nonchalant shrug, not wanting to admit that you'd completely lost track of time.

Now, as you both stand side by side, brushing your teeth together while nodding along to your shared playlist, you can't help but smile. It's a simple, endearing routine that only the two of you share. It's one of those cute, intimate moments that usually belong in movies, but somehow, it's a part of your everyday life.

Though you couldn’t bathe in the moment, for too long knowing how particular Rin can be about punctuality, you hasten your tooth-brushing, not wanting to keep him waiting. You quickly grab something comfortable to wear, fully aware that your boyfriend has a penchant for making you try on countless outfits, even when you're only looking for one.

Finally, the two of you venture out into the bustling world of stores and outlets. While strolling and casually peering into shop windows, your gaze locks onto a stunning drape collar dress in a mesmerizing champagne hue. Captivated by its beauty, you can't resist tugging on Rin's arm, impulsively leading him into the store. Without wasting a moment, you head straight to the racks, where you luckily find the dress in your size.

Hastening to the dressing room, you slip into the dress. It fits you like a glove, accentuating your curves in all the right places. It strikes the perfect balance between revealing enough to be alluring but modest enough to make you feel comfortable. Now, it's time for the tricky part – showing it off to Rin.

You have a habit of enthusiastically displaying your fashion finds to him, but he has an equally strong tendency to, well, get handsy and maybe a little too eager. Despite this, you gather your courage and exit the dressing room. With a playful twirl, you put on a show for Rin, hoping he'll appreciate your choice without, well, ripping it off you prematurely.

"So, what do you think?" you ask, a radiant smile gracing your lips, eager for Rin's response. Surprisingly, Rin remains silent for a moment, and a pang of disappointment begins to well up within you. Feeling a bit disheartened, you start to turn away, but just as you pivot, he seizes you and pulls you close. In a passionate kiss that lingers along your neck, he murmurs, "God, why are you so fuckin sexy?"

His hands start to explore your body, igniting a desire within you that's difficult to ignore. You wouldn't mind indulging in a little action, but you both know time isn't on your side. You summon the willpower to gently slap his wandering hand away and retreat back to the dressing room. However, before you disappear, you blow him a quick, teasing kiss.

Now that you've secured your evening outfit, the two of you head back home. Once you're there, you hurry to the bathroom, eager to don your chosen ensemble and craft your makeup look.

After about a 1 hour and half you finish your look and step out side where you see Rin dressed all nice in I wonderful blue suit that match him perfectly lucky your dress fits well with his outfit. Walking up to him you pull him down to you height and places a soft kiss on his lips before saying “Ready to go” giving you a quick the nodded the two of you walk out the house and making your way to the party

Once your their you look around your eyes widening as you saw the building it look more like a hotel or a well renowned businesses agency then it did a party spot . Not giving you much time to take it all in Rin comes over and opens the door for you while offering his arm, the two of you walk in and are immediately greeted by Isagi and Bachira this were about the only two people Rin keep up with after blue lock.

Waiting to give your boyfriend some time and space to catch up with his friends you head over to a little booth we’re you see a large group of girl who look be either girlfriends or sisters of the former blue lock boys. You sit yourself down and listen in on what’s they we’re talking about, it was most just the normal conversation of how hot their boyfriends were how they brothers could beat anyone. You decided not to join in knowing that someone comment might set you off completely.

Finally you spot Isagi and Bachira girlfriends the three got to know each other pretty well since your boyfriend and pretty much inseparable on the field . Getting up from your sit you make you way over to the girls who were at the bar taking a couple shots once their you say with a exited tone “Hey girls” they both turn to you and they eye immediately widened. Getting up form their sit they run over to you and give you a warm hug before saying “Damn girl you look good as fuck, surprise Rin let you out the house looking like this” You let a little chuckle before replying “Same goes to the two of you, I know it was hard to get out the house” the girls then look at each other then back at you before giving a nod.

Not long after that the three of you head back over to the bar and throw a couple shot back everything was going good you guys would hit the dance floor and not and then come back and sit down because someone feet were hurting or they were thirsty. Finally you guys had enough of the dance for a hit up a empty booth once their the three of you caught up of what’s new in each others life while spilling tea about what’s going on in the soccer world. It was then that a blonde haired and a couple of his friends came up to you guys and began hitting on you.

“You girls look lonely why don’t y’all come with us” one of the guys says he places his hand y’all table while licking lips. You just look up from your phone and roll eyes thinking that they would take the hint and leave but of course they didn’t so they take a seats beside you guys trying to start up conversation but you guys weren’t having it so you say “ Can you see get the hell away from use, we’re not interested in hanging out with you” but it’s like everything you said went in one hear and out the other as he wraps his arms your neck.

Lucky for you Rin, Isagi and Bachira had finished up their conversation and had come longing for you guys. Rin’s face when he saw some other guys that wasn’t him touching you was something to be remembered, he stormed over to you and pull the guy up from the chair. “What the hell do you think your doing with my girl” Rin said his eyes full with a murderous attempt but apparently the guy must have been a masochist cause he continued to push Rin’s buttons “I was just showing her what’s it’s like to have a real man by her side” he guy said before get the wind punched out of his lungs.

Rin started to beat the shit out of the guy until his hands had blood on them finally after Isagi and Bachira pulled him off the guy did Rin quit beat the man not wasting any more time he went over to you and grab you by the wrist pulling out side of the building. Soon enough the to of you make it to Rin’s car we’re you both sit in silence until you look around looking for something to clean the blood of with

Finding some napkins you grab Rin’s hands and start cleaning them off while giving him a could talking to. “Rin what the hell were you thinking beating that guy like that what about your soccer career” you say with a upset tone you were happy he fought but he can’t just go out beating people up. Rin the mumbles something that you can’t hearing pissing you off even more “Fine if your going be a jerk then you can wipe the blood off your own hand” you say as you throw the napkin at him.

He doesn’t say anything he just takes the napkin and begins to wipe his own hands while you seat and pout. A couple more minutes go by and Rin finally says something “I’m sorry, you were right I shouldn’t have beaten that guy that badly even though he deserved it” you look over at him before grabbing his cheek and pulling to kiss “You know that’s not why I’m mad I’m mad because you but your dreams on the line for one dick head even if you looked sexy while doing” you say as you kiss him again this time making it last longer then before.

“You know you could give me a treat for being such a god boyfriend” Rin says licking his lips you look at him and roll your eyes before saying Fine, but just a quickie we don’t want be get worried”

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You laid in the back seat of the car naked while your boyfriend was on top of you fully dressed, his knee spreading your legs out and rubbing right against your wetting cunt causing you to throw back your head in frustration. But Rin doesn’t let you think before he crashes his lips into your swirling his hot tongue around yours back hard for the both of you to breathe.

You both pull away and watch as the string of saliva connecting your snaps with that Rin starts to trail hot kisses down your body not stopping until he reached you wet cunt not wanting anymore time Rin started to places kiss across you puffy lips finally using his rough clauses thumb he spread your cute cunt apart before spitting on it, using his other hand he slides his spit up and down your cunt mixing it slowly with your juices once he thought you were good and wet he began to lick long hot laps across your folds.

“Fuvk Rin right there ” you moaned out as you gripped on to his raven hair and pushed him farther into your cunt.

Yet Rin didn’t mind. He loved when gripped his hair and tried to ride his face and normally he would let you put tonight was a little different. Wasting no time Rin used his hand to bring down a hard slap to your ass causing you to grip on to his hair tighter. “Did I tell you, you could ride my face sweetheart” Rin says as his tongue teases at your hole causing you to try to close your legs which only made Rin more angry “I didn’t tell you to close your legs either” Rin says this time slapping your ass harder than before.

"M'mm sorry Rin, just please keep going, I'm so close," you squirm, trying to get any be of frustration you can, deciding to give what you want Rin grabs you by the hips and pulls you in to him closer so you can't squirm why he laps up all your juices and pushes his tongue deep into your hole causing your eyes to roll back into your head. "Rin right there, don't stop," you try to add, but your words come out as a moanisg slur.

"I'm cumming," you chant as you rock your hips into Rin's tongue, but Rin abruptly stops. causing you to look at him with a wtf face expression, to which he quickly answered "The only thing you’re allowed to cum on is my cock" Rin says as he pulls down his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to jump free. His tip was glowing red and oozing with percum, and he wasted no time in aligning his cock with your wet openings and shoving his throbbing cock within, without allowing you to adjust to his size before ramming into your sloppy, wet cunt. You began crying because you felt him within you.

“God you feel so fuckin good sweetheart, so so fuckin good” Rin growls out as as he pushes your hips up and down slowly your warm cunt tighting harder around his thick cock as his hips thrust up to meet you half way. Rin could feel his cock harden his balls tighten but the only thing he could really focus on was your gummy wall and how they felt around him.

“I can’t wait to use this cunt that was just made for me, can’t wait to fill it up with my kids, can’t wait to breed it over and over again” He muttered between clenched teeth, trying his best not cum inside you just yet. His thrust became slow and deep making sure you were feeling just as good as him hit all your shots right stops with his hard cock. His eyes narrowing slightly as his grip on your hips got tighter, pushing you faster up and down his dick as your tight walls gripped him, a mix of your cream and his cum coating his length, making a ring on the base of it.

"Fuck- sweetheart , I’m going cum in you." He groans.”Want to fill you up so good and make you have my babies.”

Rin’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you give him a nod because you were to fucked out to speak , groaning and grunting as he begins to thrust harder and deeper into you, his gloved hands pulling your hips all the way down so his cock is completely inside you as his thick, warm cum fills your womb up.

"Fuck yes," you scream as your nails dig into Rin's clothed back, bringing down both of your highs. You two kissed one another that time, and before cuddling, you collected your air. Soon after, you two get ready to go back in, but just as you're about to put your pants on, Rin stops you and inserts a cute egg vibrator inside you, causing your gummy overstim cunt to clamp down around the toy. "Rin what the hell," you yell, grabbing on to run as the vibration of the toy weakens your leg. Rin simply looks at you before responding, "We don't want any of my cum to leak out now, do we?"

And with that, you two walk back inside, clamping your legs together and trying not to make any strange noises while the girls ask you if you're okay. "Hey, what's wrong with your girlfriend Rin, she's walking funny," Isagi says, with Bachira following right behind. "Yeah, it looks like something got into her or something," Rin replies, with a devilish grin painted across his face, before walking away and playing with his new favorite toy.

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cardansriddle · 11 months

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Your girl (part 2) - (tom riddle x fem!reader)

part 1

warnings: none. the reader is just down bad for tom.

A/N: this part is dedicated to the anon who somehow inspired me to write a part 2. hope you enjoy <3

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The noise and commotion around you blended into a hazy blur as you let the alcohol dull your senses. The Slytherins had thrown yet another gathering in celebration of winning the Quidditch match, and your dorm mates had been relentless in getting you to join the festivities. You found yourself amidst your housemates, clutching a half-empty cup of Firewhisky in your hand.

The last time you were somewhere like this, Tom Riddle had kissed you.

The problem was, he had not talked to you ever since. He would catch your eyes from across whatever room you were in, and a sly smirk would play on his lips, a silent acknowledgement of the effect he had on you. That arrogant, cruel bastard.

But you had your pride. You would not approach him. You wanted—desperately— for him to come to you first.

You glanced over the nameless student's shoulder that was caught in telling a story to you and your mates, your eyes travelled over the dancing figures, their movements synchronized to the pulsating rhythm.

But amidst the sea of faces, one image remained etched in your mind.

A flicker of resentment resurfaced as you spotted him across the room, surrounded by a group of admirers conversing with each other and attempting vainly to impress Riddle with their words. He was barely paying attention, you could tell by the indifferent expression on his face. And yet his magnetic presence drew people like moths to a flame, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness. You took another sip of the Firewhisky, hoping it would dull the ache.

A shout jolted you out of your staring and you glanced towards the commotion to see the Seeker being held up in the air by his fellow players. You rolled your eyes, and when you looked back towards Riddle once again, he was already looking at you. His mouth curled into that fucking smirk you had grown resent.

Taking a sip from your drink, you allowed the liquid courage to embolden you and with a newfound fury igniting your being, you broke the eye contact only to push past your friends. It was time to confront the enigma that was Tom Riddle

You attempted to manoeuvre through the crowd, only for someone to bump into you and cause your drink to spill all over your shirt. The person grabbed your arms to steady you. "Sorry, love." The masculine voice slurred, but when you looked up to meet the guy's gaze, his eyes were glued to the wet fabric clinging to your chest uncomfortably. "Let me—"

His words were caught in his throat by the shadow looming over your shoulder, and the guy swallowed a lump in his throat before hurrying away. You would have been confused by his sudden departure, but you had grown to feel and remember the way the atmosphere would still anytime he would be in your proximity.

"You should change before everyone gets an eyeful of you."

You tensed. Your heart screamed in delight, but your hazy mind was glazed with anger. "How charming of you." You snarked, turning to face him.

He stood tall, towering above you with a dangerous glint in his dark eyes. The traitorous organ lurched in your chest at the sight of him, with his chiselled features illuminated by the dim lighting in the room. A strand had escaped his perfectly styled hair, falling on his forehead as a loose curl. You resisted the urge to reach and put it back in its place.

"Excuse me?" He arched a brow.

"What? Is this seriously the first thing you say to me after—" You cut yourself off, unable to utter the words.

"After what?" He taunted.

You shot him a glare. "You know perfectly well what."

He hummed, unbothered, and his predatory gaze roved over your form. "You are annoyingly wilful."

You scoffed and it seemed to set something off in him because the next second he grabbed you and began dragging you away. You made a move to protest, causing him to tighten his grip on your wrist and you cursed at the way his skin on yours made you feel.

Before you knew it, he had dragged you up to an empty dorm, pressing you up against the closed door. "Change." He demanded.

You glared up at him. "Am I supposed to produce a shirt out of thin air?"

His nostrils flared as he tried to suppress his growing anger, before turning around and walking to pull open a drawer. It was only when he pulled a shirt out did you realise that he had dragged you not to just an empty room—but his dorm.

"Are you planning to waste your whole life trying to drown your thoughts with Firewhisky?" He asked, taking slow deliberate steps towards you.

You faltered, eyes dropping from his to avoid his piercing and too-observant stare.

"Your escape won't be found in the bottom of a bottle." He continued.

"How do you know I am not just drinking to have fun?"

You felt him come to a halt in front of you, hand raising to grab your chin and lift it up so you would meet his gaze. "Observation is a skill I possess. That, and last time you told me you were trying to forget." Your breath hitched at the close proximity, lungs stuttering as his breath fanned your mouth. "My only question is, what are you trying to forget?" When you did not give a reply, he cocked his head, dark eyes locked on yours. "Hm?"

You tried to look away, but his grip tightened. "Eyes on me."

You knew you would not be leaving this situation without giving him a satisfactory answer, so throwing all caution to the wind, you decided to answer him. "You."

Something told you he already knew the answer before you had even told him. "Why would you want to banish me from your thoughts?"

"You are toying with me. Stop it."

He arched a brow, amused. "We both know you like it. Don't you?"

Your heart lurched uncomfortably because it was true. You did not mind him playing you— as long as he gave his attention to you, you would let him do anything. It was pathetic, yes, but the heart wanted what it wanted, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were irrevocably infatuated with him. Your whole body and soul were his. He only had to claim it.

"I do."

The corner of his lip curled slightly into a pleased smirk. "Good girl. See, that was not hard to admit."

"Tom—" you began, but he shushed you with a finger on your lips.

"And what is it that you desire the most?" He asked, but once again, you could tell by the sinister glint in his eyes that he knew the answer. He just wanted you to admit it out loud. To him.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, knowing there was no going back from this pivotal moment. "To be your girl." Your whispered admittance hung in the tense air between you for a moment, and then his lips were on yours.

There was hunger in the way he kissed you, a hunger that matched your own. His hand found its way to your waist, gripping you firmly, pulling you closer. The pressure of his touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you.

You attempted to tangle your hands in his hair, but in a sudden move, he had your wrists pressed above your head to the door behind you, making it impossible to move.

He broke the kiss, and his lips began to explore the curve of your neck, leaving a trail of lingering warmth as he bit and sucked harshly on the skin. When he finally pulled away, you could see the twisted satisfaction on his expression as he gazed down at the bruise he had left behind on your skin.

"You want to be mine? To use and please as I see fit?" He rasped. "Make no mistake— once you say yes, there will be no going back." There was a dangerous undertone to his words, but you did not care. It was all you had ever wanted, ever desired, and you knew you could never refuse him.

"Yes. I'm all yours."

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purriteen · 2 months

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Control - Coriolanus Snow, act i.

“Dulce puella malum est” / “Woman is a sweet poison" -Ovid

synopsis: A handsome young congressman catches your eye. After your one-night stand, your paths soon cross once more and it turns out he holds more power over your future than you thought.

warnings: smut, relatively vanilla, reader has mommy issues, somewhat ooc Coriolanus cause canon Snow has 0 rizz, a little misogyny if you squint (?), more to come in act ii. no use of y/n.

this can be read as a standalone.

author’s note: hopefully you guys don’t mind the difference in format compared to AdVS, I tried to make this less rushed and bare-bones 🫶🏻

I can’t believe I just used the word rizz. I’m so sorry.

(side note: I've no idea if there's any such thing as congress in Panem, but fuck it, I say he's gotta put in a little work before he becomes president)

red text - Snow's thoughts, pink text - reader's thoughts

act ii

He’d met you at some dull fundraiser gala. In your little pale pink dress, you’d immediately stood out from the crowd. There was something so innocent about your appearance, with your glossy pink lips and subtle eyeliner, the modest but luscious braid your hair had been done into. You looked ethereal - nothing like the other women of the Capitol, in their over-the-top vibrant coloured hair and their tacky avant-garde dresses.

Avantgarde - what a pretentious word. Trashy and conceited would be more accurate, although such taunts were better left to the districts.

Oh, and those striking eyes which he soon realised were looking right at him.

You weren’t ashamed to be caught staring, that much he could tell by the look on your face. He found himself intrigued by the contrast - your girlishly charming getup paired with the almost flirtatious hint in your eyes as you smiled at him. No, coquettish was more fitting a choice to describe the way you carried yourself - you were just demure enough to give off the impression that you simply didn’t realise the effect your presence must’ve had on most men you encountered.

You were delighted as you watched him make his way over to you, stretching out his hand and introducing himself. Like a moth to a flame. You eagerly accepted, your perfectly manicured hand so very soft and light in his. No ring on your finger - he counted that as a win.

He quickly recognised your last name. You were no one important, that much he knew, but there was something so enticing about you. Something so intoxicating about your presence.

You on the other hand instantly recognised him from your days back at the Academy. Coriolanus Snow, professor Click’s star pupil. He was two years older than you, but rumours of his academic prowess, and of course, what happened to him after graduation, still circulated around the school by the time you yourself had been a senior. He was quite the enigma - he’d disappeared for an entire summer and returned a changed man, one cold and hungring for power that, as the heir to the Plinth fortune and the protege of the terrifying doctor Gaul herself, was well within his reach. He’d already begun climbing the social ladder too - last year he’d been appointed a seat in congress.

Many of your friends had harboured a crush on him, but he’d never allowed anyone to get close enough to take the plunge. Not even girls his own age, as far as you knew.

Even after graduating, and his brief disappearance from high society, you would’ve recognised that head of majestic blonde hair anywhere. He was tall and lean, of which the former was rare among those who’d grown up during the dark days. In his perfectly fitted black suit, crisp white button-down and burgundy tie, he practically embodied power; the fresh ideals and ambitions of this generation personified.

After a few dances and drinks shared, you had ended up in the back of his car, making surprisingly casual conversation about a new policy he’d put forth the other week. You could care less, but the effect it could have on your taxes gave you reason enough to feign interest. Besides - he could be a good friend to have in the future, if he continued down his path towards becoming a prominent politician like he always wanted. It wouldn’t hurt for him to think you were actually interested in his line of work.

“Tell me, your last name - I don’t recognise it. What does your family do exactly?” He inquires.

You’re somewhat caught off guard by the question.

Was it that obvious that you didn’t care for or know anything beyond the basics about this topic? Was he trying to spare you the humiliation of continuing the conversation by changing the subject?

Trying to pull yourself back together, you swallow the lump in your throat and look up at him. No man or boy had affected you in this way since you were in middle school, and it both frightened and intrigued you.

Pull yourself together.

“Oh, my parents own one of the biggest shares in district 4’s fishing industry. But where we make the real money from is the pearls gathered from the clam digging. Naturally they’re shipped off to district 1 for jewellery production and the likes, but we earn a decent cut from it.” You explain, a smooth and nonchalant tone to your voice, despite the nervous wreck that you were under his scrutiny. It was a good thing you’d learned to conceal your emotions early on - but clearly, so had he. You could tell he wasn’t quite buying your indifferent-heiress act.

“My parents keep trying to groom my incompetent little brother to become the heir, though. Shame.” You sigh, wanting to take his mind off of your possible faux pas.

He gives an understanding nod, his hand caressing the skin just above your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry, I must be boring you with all this talk of politics. Let’s not talk about that now.” His voice drops just the slightest bit lower, and the look on his face sends a jolt of excitement straight down your spine, before landing right between your legs.

“I may not be as knowledgeable as you, but don’t you think I’ve an interest in politics too, hm? It does concern my life and future as well. Especially all those bills and reforms being put forth as of late that’ll impact the family business.” You retort, although keeping your tone playful, which earns you a bemused glint in his icy blue eyes. He takes a couple seconds to consider his answer before he opens his mouth to speak again.

“Well I’m sure you do. But really, a sweet girl like you shouldn’t have to worry about that. At least, tonight you won’t have to, if you’ll let me.. take your mind off things.” He suggests, leaning closer as his gaze falls on your lips, thumb caressing your chin.

His playfully dismissive tone, the way he sabotages any attempt at proving yourself, everything about him is so very demeaning and arrogant. You want to hate it, you do hate it, the way he makes you feel like you’re no longer in control, but something about his attitude has you weak in the knees. Perhaps it’s the posca, or the way his slender thumb drags across your bottom lip that’s keeping you from thinking straight.

“I do, I do need to worry about that, I’ve a stake in our earnings too,” You say softly, close to a whisper, followed by a few moments of silence as the two of you gaze at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. You certainly don’t plan on blinking first. “But maybe, just for tonight..” You whisper almost inaudibly, allowing your voice to trail off.

Against your better judgement you find yourself leaning in, inviting him to kiss you. And so he does. His warm lips crash onto yours, smearing the remainders of your pink gloss even more, his knee nestling its way in between your thighs within a manner of minutes.

You gasp softly as he makes contact with your clothed mound, gently pushing him away. You flash him a kittenish grin, hand lingering on his chest.

“Shouldn’t we wait until we get to your apartment? It would be quite the scandal if you were caught getting it on with a stranger in the backseat of your vehicle..” You allow your hand to glide lower, keeping eye contact as it dips all the way down to his belt. You hear his breath hitch in his throat, and some of your usual confidence returns at the confirmation that he wants you just as bad.

“Well you’re not making it easy for me, dove.” He breathes out as he rests his forehead against yours, looking about as eager to rip your clothes off as you were his. “I’m very sorry then, congressman Snow. But surely a man of your standing ought to have some more self-control?” You tease, managing to elicit a breathy chuckle from him.

He soon pulls away, much to your disappointment. “I suppose so. We’re almost at my apartment, fortunately.” He wipes some smudged lipgloss from your chin with his thumb, before he presses a button on the inside of the car door right next to you to roll up the thick opaque partition previously separating the back from his driver, sat in the front seat.

After giving the man the rest of the night off, he quickly ushers you out of the car and towards the entrance of one of those flashy new apartment buildings in the city circle. Your flat on Scholars road, which you’d intended to sell ever since you graduated university last year, paled in comparison.

Even the foyer reeked of opulence and excess-everything. The marble stairs were lined with gilded railings, as was the elevator he so swiftly escorted you into. You obliged, and it didn’t take long for him to have you pressed against the wall whilst he trailed hot kisses down your neck.

You were only brought out of your daze when the elevator dinged, doors sliding open to reveal a lavish penthouse, somewhat resembling the apartment your parents had recently purchased in one of the remodelled Corso buildings.

You've only barely taken your coat off when he swoops you up, which causes you to let out a surprised squeal as he begins to carry you towards what you can only assume is the master bedroom. He courteously places you down on the ground again, starting to undo his waistcoat as you unzip your gown and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud.

He looks up at you through hazy eyes, blown wide with lust, stopping his efforts to unbutton his shirt when he sees your naked form.

Closing the gap between you, his hand delicately encircles your waist as the other caresses your cheek. "I wasn't expecting such an indecent choice of underwear paired with a pretty dress like that.." He murmurs onto your lips, ensnaring you in a cloud of lust and the nearly overwhelming scent of roses as his tongue slips past your lips, hands working behind your back to unclasp your lacy black and pink bra.

It doesn't take long until you're both on his bed, your back pressed against his chest and his hand down your flimsy panties. His mouth trails hickeys and love bites down your exposed neck as one of his long, slender fingers pumps in and out of your sopping wet cunt. "Dirty little thing aren't you? Spreading your legs so easily for me.." He rasps against the shell of your ear, relishing the way your walls clamp down on his lone digit. "Needy too, I see," He chuckles, easily adding a second finger although receiving only a whimper in response.

You whine at the stretch, thighs tremoring underneath him. With his fervent attacks on all the things that have you weak in the knees, you’re unable to focus on anything other than the pleasure. Just this once, you allow him to indulge you. Heat starts to build in your stomach as his pace quickens.

“Quite shameful of you to sleep with a man you just met, isn’t it?” He whispers in your ear, his voice husky and roguish. Your cheeks flush bright red at the thought, knowing your family would hardly approve, and neither would the public.

The last few months your father had been trying to set you up with the heir to a family who made their money manufacturing luxury furniture out of all things; truly second-rate. You’d always been ambitious, even if you’d never been particularly keen on pursuing a career - you knew you could do better, that you could truly marry up and attain the life of luxury and leisure your mother wanted for you, but he wouldn’t listen to either of you. If this got out though, he’d be both furious and humiliated, no matter how many times you’d already told him that you intended to do better for yourself.

Wasn’t that what you were doing anyways? This was a matter of securing a match, a potential betrothal to a man who could easily give you everything you wanted. Yes, that was it. This wasn’t just some shameful rendezvous - if Coriolanus himself saw it that way, you’d make sure he came around one way or another.

“Please, stop teasing,” you manage to mewl out, though it seems to have no effect other than to amuse him.

“What makes you think I’m teasing? Just be good for me and let me work this pretty pussy open.. Wouldn't want it to hurt for you later on, yeah?” He almost grunts in your ear when you clamp down tighter in response, his fingers coated in your slick as he pumps them in and out.

“Look at that sopping wet pussy, hmm? Must’ve been a long time since a man last made you feel this good.” He curses lowly under his breath, carefully sliding a third finger inside, hushing you as you whine at the intrusion.

(He was right- it had, but he didn’t need to know that. You already felt powerless enough as is.)

“Doing so good for me.” He tilts your head back to give you a gentle kiss, in stark contrast to his unrelenting ministrations, although his soft lips manage to soak up most of your muffled cries.

Finally he seems to decide it’s enough, just as you’re nearing your orgasm, making his sudden retreat particularly frustrating. Nevertheless you eagerly oblige him as he manoeuvres you onto your back, only pulling back to give himself space to fully undress.

You watch with anticipation as he undoes the rest of his shirt buttons, discarding the garment at the foot end of the bed before moving onto his pants. He gestures towards your pushed-aside panties as he undoes his trousers.

“You gonna take those off, dove? Or do I have to do everything myself?” He gibes, and your cheeks flush red as you hurry to lift your hips up and pull down your undies.

When you look back up your words get caught in your throat, eyes widening ever so slightly at the sight of him palming his cock, already having discarded his dress pants and boxers on the ground. He’s bigger than you thought. The shaft is fairly girthy and just a little darker than the pale complexion on the rest of his body, the tip a reddish pink and beaded with precum. There’s a tidy patch of blonde hair at his base, just a shade or two darker than his platinum locks. You didn’t realise that was his natural hair colour.

“That’s better.” He groans softly at the sight of your now bare slit, still slick with your own juices and practically begging to be touched. “C’mon, spread your legs a little wider for me.” He taps at your thigh, and you swallow thickly as you do so. You’re certainly no virgin, but so far he’s the biggest you’ve seen. At least he didn’t ask me to suck it, you think to yourself.

His smug grin grows even wider when you wordlessly obey him, positioning himself on top of you and starting to rub the head of his cock slowly, teasingly up and down your puffy folds. One hand on his shaft, the other next to your head.

You let out a low moan as his tip catches on your swollen clit, which causes him to glance up at your flustered face. “Oh, I won’t tease you any more. I’m sorry baby.” He coos at you, voice dripping with faux empathy. You don’t get much time to think about it though, as he soon places his tip at your soaked entrance, giving a firm thrust that already manages to nestle his cock about half as deep as your body would allow. He groans at the feeling, followed by a nearly inaudible gasp as he feels the ring of muscle squeezing his cock.

He lets out a soft chuckle, leaning down to press his forehead against yours as he grabs your ankles and lifts your legs up to wrap around his waist. You humour him, heels digging into his back as you cling onto his muscled torso. His dominant hand reclaims its place beside your head whilst the other glides down lower to grasp at your hip, holding you in place so that he can continue without interruptions.

Already knowing it’ll be a tight fit, he goes slow in sliding himself all the way in, which you’re much grateful for. The stretch is already enough to make your eyes water. Finally he bottoms out, the two of you releasing a moan in unison when his tip collides with your cervix. Yours of relief, his of frustration.

There’s still another inch or two to go, but he’ll have to work on that over time.

Seeing that pitifully doe-eyed look on your face, your glassy eyes and wobbly bottom lip, he leans in to give you a gentle kiss, his hand leaving your waist to instead caress your rosy cheek, soothing you as best as he could. “Taking it so well for me, mkay? Just stay still and let me do the work, pretty girl.” He mumbles onto your lips, his mouth soaking up your moans as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in, staying true to his word and thoroughly working your pussy open.

Your hands relent their position clutching the bedsheets beneath you, instead taking their place at the back of his neck in a surprisingly intimate moment, which he in turn welcomes with initiating a more enthusiastic kiss. After a couple more thrusts he starts to grow impatient, and so he experimentally tries to coax himself deeper, but you only whine and press your hands to his pelvis in response, so he backs off.

You pull away slightly, giving yourself enough room to speak. “Too much, ‘s too deep,” you sniffle, internally scolding yourself for already allowing him to get you in such a sordid, outright pitiful state.

Coriolanus on the other hand seems pleased with himself, swiping at your tear-stained cheeks with his thumb. “I’m sorry, dove. I’ll go easy on you,” He lies, giving you a reassuring kiss on the forehead. Even in your fuzzy-headed, wrecked state, you think you can make out a sliver of empathy in his eyes. Perhaps even affection.

And yet it wasn't long before he was thrusting in and out of you again at a slowly but surely accelerating pace, just barely grazing your cervix with each thrust, enough to keep you on edge without explicitly breaking his promise. With the few brain cells left that aren't entirely consumed by him - his scent, the feeling of his hands on you, his dick pumping in and out so expertly, his arched brows furrowed in concentration, everything about him - you manage to preserve some semblance of dignity, biting back all the pleas you wanted to make. This small action is enough to give you the - albeit not very convincing - illusion of control.

You watch as his lips purse in dissatisfaction, immediately turning inwards to try and figure out what you've done wrong. But before you can dig any deeper, he's pulling back and straightening his back, his knees planted firmly on the mattress beneath you. His arms make quick work of untangling your legs from around his waist, instead pressing your knees to your chest and holding you in place with his large, pale hands.

The new position leaves you feeling so exposed and vulnerable in a way you'd never allowed yourself to before. Your mother's warnings not to let any man, especially no stranger, take control of you were always at the back of your head during your previous trysts, eating away at your already barren arousal. But with him, with this near stranger, everything was different. The foreignness of it all scared you, but not enough to fight off the nearly overwhelming pleasure that each of his unrelenting thrusts brought you. Each time the head of his cock brushes against that spongy spot deep inside of you, it sends a jolt of pleasure through you, more often than not accompanied by a raspy moan or a sharp inhale.

With this new angle, everything he does feels so much filthier, with that smug smile on his face as he stares down at you, observing your flustered, contorted form. All at his hands. You were entirely his to do with as he pleased, his in every sense of the word, even if just for tonight. You knew you'd regret this moment of treacherous pleasure and intimacy by sunrise, but in this very moment, you couldn't help but enjoy it. Being completely at his mercy.

Before you knew it you could feel your orgasm approaching. As if able to read your mind, Coriolanus repositioned his left forearm to stretch across the back of your knees, allowing him to use his free hand to fervently rub at your previously neglected clit. A gasp that quickly morphed into a throaty moan escaped your lips, although his mouth soon latched onto yours again, muffling the lewd sounds coming from your mouth.

Your hips buck up against his touch, walls clenching him tighter as you rapidly approach your climax. Your hands claw at his shoulder blades as he keeps pistoning in and out of you, groaning frequently into your mouth. You can tell he's getting closer too by the sudden lack of precision in his movements, which you take great delight in.

Thank god it's a safe day today.

Just a couple moments later you go over the edge, your cunt spasming and gripping at his member like a vice as you cum hard. In this moment you're grateful for his aggressive kiss, as it manages to stifle the guttural moan ripped from your throat somewhat.

He soon follows suit. Releasing an animalistic groan into your mouth he shoves himself in all the way to the hilt, where his spend spills from his throbbing tip, revelling in the way you squeeze him even tighter in response to the deep penetration.

Finally, as you're both slowly coming down from your highs, he breaks the kiss and retreats, his eyes fixed on your groin as he slowly pulls out, watching as your lips cling onto his shaft.

It's like you're trying to suck him back in.

He slumps back next to you on the bed, and you both lay there for a few minutes catching your breaths in awkward silence.

You're nothing short of exhausted. That was likely the most intense sex you've ever had, and consequently, one of the strongest orgasms you've ever had.

Then, finally, he informs you that he's gonna take a shower and gets up, quickly heading towards the en-suite bathroom. The last thing on your mind before you drift off to sleep is his pale, sculpted back and the fresh scratch marks you just left on it.

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There was no Chloé Bourgeois Redemption Arc

It’s time to for me to write about the so-called “Redemption Arc“ for Chloé Bourgeois, of Miraculous Ladybug infamy. Many people claim that such a thing existed. These people are wrong. While Miraculous Ladybug may provide the illusion of such an arc, that’s all it is - an illusion. And like all illusions, it falls apart once you touch it.

There’s also some questionable takes in regards to exactly how responsible Marinette is meant to be for Chloé’s “redemption”, which need to be tackled since they help feed into the illusion. And also because I find them deeply offensive. To me, personally.

A neccesary preface here is that I’m not saying Chloé is incapable of redemption. What I am saying, however, is that during seasons two and three of Miraculous Ladybug, the redemption arc people claim existed clearly did not.

Redemption 101

In the most basic sense, a redemption arc is a type of character arc where a bad character decides to stop being bad and start being good. Along the way, it’s generally accepted that they need to atone for their bad actions, and perhaps do something to reverse the damage such actions have caused. A critical component required for this to work is that the character both understands that their actions are harmful, and so decides to act in a better way.

Probably the most famous redemption arc in western animation is Zuko’s, from Avatar: The Last Airbender. Zuko begins the show as an antagonist, directly attempting to capture Aang, the Avatar and Last Airbender. Doing so will allow the Fire Nation to win the war, and also complete their genocide of the Air Nomad people. However, Zuko realises that supporting the Fire Nation’s bid for world domination is harmful to others, and himself. By the end of the series, he has rejected the worldview of his father, grandfather and great grandfather, and indeed helps Aang defeat the Firelord. Along the way, Zuko find a way to help not just Aang, but also Katara and Sokka, who are also victims of Fire Nation Imperialism. Zuko earns redemption not through the decision to be good, but by performing good, and in many cases, reparative actions.

Honestly, from this basic definition, I think it’s pretty obvious that Chloé hadn’t even started the first step of a redemption arc by the time she betrays Ladybug in Miracle Queen. She never accepts her actions are wrong, makes no attempt to change them without an ulterior motive, and generally continues to do bad things for bad reasons. But in spite of this, the claims of this mythical redemption arc don’t just exist, they are considered generally accepted. Why? It’s complicated, yet simple.

Chloé Who?

On a basic level, Chloé Bourgeois is fairly generic character - the “mean girl“ school bully, who torments the protagonist, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. In keeping with Miraculous’ superhero genre, Chloé admires Ladybug, Marinette’s superhero alter-ego. How ironic! Generally, Chloé acts as a minor, civilian-level antagonist to Marinette, who gets in the way, while being clearly much less of a deal than Hawk Moth. However, due to the mechanics of akumatization, Chloé’s actions often spiral into larger, supervillain-shaped consequences. Because while she may fit into the bully archetype, there is one thing that makes her somewhat atypical: a reach that extends far beyond the school setting.

André Bourgeois is his daughter’s primary enabler. As a rich person and Mayor of Paris, he has a significant amount of influence. Influence he makes freely available to Chloé for basically any purpose. No grudge is too petty, no problem too small when it comes to indulging her whims, and no bridge is too big burn. Nobody who theoretically has the authority to say no to Chloé actually can, because her father is implicitly approving her every action. It’s hardly a shock that Chloé is consistently terrible when she faces no consequences for her actions.

But there’s one last piece in the Chloé puzzle - Audrey Bourgeois. Chloé really wants her mother’s approval, but her mother lives in another country. Audrey is also a terrible person, a character who is literally defined by her vileness. She has Chloé’s attitude, and André’s level of influence, and like her daughter, immediately throws a tantrum when she can’t get her way. The attention Audrey gives towards her daughters is primarily negative, and that’s when she actually pays attention to them. Thus, Audrey provides Chloé with a Tragic Backstory, and some much needed Sympathy Points. This, of course, forms the foundation of the Redemption Illusion.

The thing about Chloé’s relationship (or lack thereof) with her mother is while it explains her behavior, it doesn’t excuse it. The harm she inflicts is no less because of it, and many of her actions cannot be ignored due to it. I think there’s a pretty obviously piece of bad logic here. Many characters who undergo redemption arcs are often sympathetic villains. Chloé is a sympathetic villain. But that doesn’t mean that Despair Bear, the episode that introduces this sympathetic side is the start of, nor the foundation of a redemption arc. If anything, Despair Bear shows the primary reason why Chloé isn’t on the path to redemption - her attempts to be “nice“ are motivated entirely to maintain her friendship with Adrien, and once she has what she wants, she immediately reverts to her normal behaviour. This theme of apparently good acts being done for selfish reasons will be repeated later.

Marinette: Victim, Not Victimizer

An important part of the Redemption Illusion is how it ultimately revolves around not just Chloé, but Marinette. Chloé is nothing but negative towards Marinette, but at the same time admires Ladybug... who is Marinette. This isn’t Alya style “wow look how cool and heroic she is“ style admiration, however. No, Chloé, in a sense, wants to be Ladybug. First by pretending to be her, and later via the Bee Miraculous, which would seem to put her on the same level as Ladybug. But since Ladybug is Marinette, this can only lead to conflict.

While Chloé has perpetrated many on-screen acts that are selfish, obnoxious and downright cruel, something that manages to slip under the radar is her pre-Origins treatment of Marinette. Sabine’s comment about how long Marinette and Chloé have been in the same class indicates that the latter has been bullying the former for at least three years. This has evidently damaged Marinette’s self-confidence, since even after being Ladybug in part one of Origins, she still thinks she can’t do it, and tries to give it up. She also doesn’t dispute Alya’s rather hasty assessment of Chloé as evil, and immediately assumes that Adrian is a bad person because he’s friends with Chloé.

Marinette’s relationship with Chloé is already poisoned at the start of the show. And it’s entirely Chloé’s fault. She didn’t have to bully Marinette. Being cruel to Marinette wouldn’t earn Chloé her mother’s approval. All it achieves is making Chloé feel better, by making Marinette suffer. Three years of bullying isn’t something you can ignore. It’s not something Marinette can simply “get over”, even as Ladybug. She probably hates Chloé, and every drop of enmity is earned. But how can I know this all from the limited picture painted by Origins, and the glimpses into Marinette’s pre-Ladybug life? I don’t. This isn’t something I needed to find from the text or subtext of the show. So then, how do I know?

I know because I lived it. When I was Marinette’s age, I was bullied. A lot. It hurt. But what people don’t want to acknowledge is that being a victim of bullying doesn’t just make you sad. It’s deeper than that. It made me angry. At the perpetrators, and the staff who let it happen, no matter how many times it was brought to their attention. It’s took me years to realise just how much it affected me, how my aggressive behaviour in certain online spaces might be connected to it. In Marinette, I see a part of myself. So when I see people claim that Marinette is somehow to blame for Chloé’s actions, that “Marinette should have given Chloé a chance“, it makes me a little angry. If someone told me I should be responsible for making my bullies better people, I’d tell them to fuck off.

Attempting to shift the responsibility for repairing Chloé’s bad behaviour on to Marinette is simply victim blaming with extra steps. Yes, Marinette is Ladybug, hero of Paris. But Marinette is also Marinette, a long-term victim of Chloé, and someone who Chloé continues to try to abuse, even if the efficacy is no longer there. It’s also not really fair to Chloé, either, when you think about it. Marinette is positioned to think the worst of Chloé, meaning she’s likely to see any regression on Chloé’s part as proof that the whole endevour is pointless. For Chloé to escape her toxic behaviour, she needs help from someone she hasn’t caused significant damage to.

And as with the rest of the Redemption Illusion, you have to ignore a lot of the text to make the idea that Marinette is somehow to blame seem reasonable. Marinette shows more compassion to Chloé than Chloé does to anyone in her entirety. It simply doesn’t help, because Chloé doesn’t want Ladybug to be nice to her, she wants Ladybug to accept her as an equal. And when that isn’t given, Chloé isn’t above trying to take it, with disasterous results.

Bad Bee-haviour

A key point in Zuko’s redemption arc is when he joins Team Avatar. This is when he truly abandons the ideals of Fire Nation Imperialism, and chooses to work directly against them. It’s not the end, but a midpoint. And it’s not a reward - it’s a duty, a commitment to help Aang defeat Ozai. I think it’s worth noting that Zuko actually gets weaker due to this, as he can no longer draw on his negative emotions to firebend. Only by helping Aang discover the pre-imperialism version of Firebending does he regain the ability himself. Rejecting the negative brings Zuko so far, but to be complete he must embrace a positive alternative.

Chloé’s transformation into Queen Bee is her anti-Zuko moment. She doesn’t work to attain it - the Bee Miraculous is literally dropped into her path. It gives her power, yes, which she immediately abuses. Queen Bee doesn’t exist to do good, like the other four heroes at the time. No, Queen Bee exists to exalt Chloé. Becoming a hero doesn’t move her to toward redemption. If anything, it moves her away from it.

It all comes back to Chloé’s first act as Queen Bee. In an attempt to prove that she’s “exceptional“, she transforms and tries to find a problem to solve. But when she can’t find one, she chooses to create one. By paralysing a train conductor, which ends up creating a problem she can’t solve. If it weren’t for Ladybug and Chat Noir’s timely intervention, a lot of people would have been injured, or even killed. All because Chloé wanted to seem like a “hero”. It’s an act so callous that it should have marked the end of her career as Queen Bee. It’s instant, irrevocable proof that she can’t be trusted with a Miraculous, because she nearly murdered a bunch of people with it.

But even if you ignore the train incident, being Queen Bee clearly doesn’t make Chloé better. In both Stormy Weather 2 and Miracular, her cruelty is what triggers an akumatization. In Animaestro, she forms a truce with Marinette entirely for the purpose of harassing Kagami. These are not the actions of someone trying to be a better person. Indeed, they look very much like the actions of a person who doesn’t think they need to change, and is thus continuing as usual.

Yet in spite of the lack of actual progress, Queen Bee is perhaps the keystone of the Redemption Illusion. She wants to be a hero. So it is assumed that if she wants to be a hero, she must be good. I suppose this line of argument sounds convincing, if you only consider it on the surface level. The problem is that it falls apart when you actually examine Chloé’s actual behaviour after becoming Queen Bee. Which is mostly the same as her behaviour before, except sometimes she tries leveraging being Queen Bee for status or bullying. This is because her motivation for being a hero isn’t heroic - it’s selfish.

Malicious Queen

Of course, the Redemption Illusion eventually collided with reality in the form of Miracle Queen. When Hawk Moth offers her the Bee Miraculous, Chloé doesn’t hesitate to take it, and is then willingly akumatized. While I do think this could have had a little more setup, it’s an action that’s entirely in-character for Chloé. She’s selfish, she’s cruel, and she’s unwilling to change. But Ladybug couldn’t be bullied or blackmailed via Chloé’s normal methods. So when Hawk Moth offers her a way around Ladybug’s No, of course she takes it. She accepts akumatization because she believes that the best way to prove her superiority to Ladybug is by harming her. The same way she harmed many other characters up to this point. (Including Marinette, who is Ladybug.)

Some people attempt, in the usual poor manner, to deflect Chloé’s responsibility for her actions onto Ladybug. Gotta keep that victim blame train going, I guess. The logic is that because Ladybug chose Kagami to help fight Heart Hunter for selfish reasons, Chloé is magically absolved of her guilt. I can’t disagree that picking Kagami in order to break up her date with Adrien was a bad thing, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s not that bad. The fact of the matter is that Ladybug probably wasn’t going to bring back Queen Bee, no matter the situation. It’s not her job to make Chloé a better person, and it’s not her responsibility to stop Chloé from making bad decisions.

Marinette made a dodgy decision because of a teenage crush and suffered massively disproportionate consequences. Chloé decided to help a terrorist because she felt entitled to the Bee Miraculous, and could still go back to her incredibly privileged life afterwards. It’s Marinette who had to live with the consequences of both their actions, becoming Guardian far earlier than she should have. A consequence that only occured because Chloé decided to help Hawk Moth. Once again, Marinette is not the problem; Chloé is the problem.

Ultimately, Miracle Queen is entirely in-character for Chloé, because Chloé has never been a good person. The Redemption Illusion persists, however, because people seem to have blended her few sympathetic traits with her occational (and temporary) good actions to create a version of Chloé who doesn’t exist within the show. Along with one last act, that really isn’t as heroic as it might seem on the surface.

The One Where She Isn’t Akumatized

In Miracular, Hawk Moth tries to akumatize Chloé and fails. Up to that point, akumatization had been presented as 100% effective, with no attempts to resist being successful. This is occationally used to suggest that Chloé is becoming good, which ignores basically all information the show provides about akumatization.

Throughout Miraculous Ladybug, succumbing to akumatization is never considered to be an immoral act. Indeed, the reasons for akumatization vary, from completely unjustified selfish reasons, to justified selfish reasons and more community-minded reasons. But no matter what a victim’s starting intentions are, Hawk Moth twists them around until he can make them into a supervillain. People are even akumatized over stuff like “kids don’t respect panthers“ and “ice cream was wrong“, which aren’t really things you can appy a moral judgement to.

Since being akumatized is not a moral failure, it follows that resisting is not a moral success. While breaking the akumatization is impressive, with very few people achieving it, that doesn’t mean Chloé gets merit points for it. Indeed, Chloé resists akumatization on the basis that she believes she can still be Queen Bee. She rejects Hawk Moth’s offer not because it’s the right thing to do, but because she thinks she doesn’t need it. Which is why once it becomes clear that Ladybug won’t be giving her the Bee Miraculous, she willing accepts akumatization.

But the real killer problem is that Sabrina is able to be akumatized into Miracular because of Chloé’s actions. When Lila’s fake Ladybug dance fails, Chloé takes it out on Sabrina, in a way that’s just, look, here’s the exact quote:

PLAY? With you!? Who are YOU anyway? You don't have any powers! You're a nobody! I'm a superheroine, okay? I'm Queen Bee! You and I have NOTHING in common! Go away!

That’s a horrible thing to say to someone, especially a friend! She explicitly ties Sabrina’s worth (or lack thereof) to having powers. And the real kicker? This is the last thing she does before the failed akumatization. Out of context, Chloé resisting akumatization might seem heroic. With this context? It’s anything but.

The Overdue Conclusion

Ultimately, a Redemption Arc is a narrative process for developing a character. It’s a trope, a storytelling pattern. The key element of such an arc is change. A static character cannot undergo a redemption arc (or indeed any arc), because the arc is the process of transformation, of becoming a better person. Not just on the surface, but in a fundamental way. A post redemption character is, in some ways, a different person to who they were before.

During seasons two and three of Miraculous Ladybug, Chloé does not change in such a way. She’s just as cruel and spiteful after becoming Queen Bee as she is before. She does bad things for bad reasons. Her motivation for being Queen Bee is entirely selfish. Indeed, while there is some feeling of a divide between Marinette and Ladybug, Queen Bee is simply Chloé with superpowers. And while she may be a victim of abuse from Audrey, that doesn’t mean she is excused from abusing others herself.

Chloé’s tragic flaw is her desire to be exceptional, in a way that places her above other people. This is why she fails to change. In the narrative of Miraculous Ladybug, the exceptional that matters is to be exceptionally kind, exceptionally couragous, exceptionally selfless. Character traits which Chloé displays sparingly and insufficently, because she believes she is above them. But without humility, there can be no change. Without change, there can no redemption. And while others might provide a catalyst for such a change, ultimately it must come from within.

The concluding point is that I still don’t think there was a Chloé Bourgeois Redemption Arc, but I can sort of see how you’d fall into thinking one existed. But when you actually examine the character’s behaviour, the illusion quickly crumbles. At this point, the whole thing has clearly taken on a life of its own beyond the source material, and is perhaps unstoppable. Will my long, somewhat rambly Tumblr post make much of a difference? Perhaps not.

But there are harmful ideas attached to it. As long as people try to make Marinette responsible for Chloé’s actions, it adds, however slightly, to the notion that the abused are responsible for the actions of their abusers. In many respects, I don’t care that strongly about these particular fictional characters. Yet other people do, and in doing so I see how they distort the role of victim and victimizer, and I care about that. I understand that it’s not a big serious issue, but it matters to me. So I’ll say my piece, and move on to other thoughts.

#miraculous ladybug #ml meta #ml fandom salt

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sugarandspiceandeverythingelse · 6 months

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Ryu Si-Oh/Kang Nam-Soon one-shot

Background: I'm working on a sort-of alternate universe series for Strong Girl Nam-Soon; where the main couple is Ryu Si-Oh and Kang Nam-Soon, and it revolves around Nam-Soon's life and Si-Oh's redemption. For some reason, it's harder for me to start at the beginning and write chronologically so until I figure out how I want things to begin in this AU, I'll just post the cute/fluffy one-shots that pop into my head.

Prompt: Nam-Soon wins a bet.

Nam-Soon didn't even try to conceal the teasing grin that stretched across her face as she approached Si-Oh. She began to dance, moving her body joyfully and shimmy-ing her shoulders as she lightly sang the tune of Gangnam Style.

Si-Oh watched her approach with an indulgent curl of his lips, tipping his head back to stare at the blue sky above as she drew closer. Only looking back down when she hopped with both feet to stand at attention in front of him, staring up at him triumphantly.

"Shall we?" He gestured for her to walk in front of him towards the company car, but she stayed stubbornly planted before him.

"Not until I hear you say it." She slyly replied.

Si-Oh sighed, experiencing an odd mixture of both annoyance and affection towards his pint-sized assistant. Normally such insolence would have lit a fire in his gullet, triggering a defensive response that demanded he crush whoever had the arrogance to challenge him. But coming from her, with her sparkling eyes and infectious smile ... he found himself basking in the warmth of her camaraderie.

"Ah, yes. You were correct, I concede defeat."

Her chin lifted proudly, as she reached up with one hand to flip her long hair over her shoulder. "Thank you, thank you. Naturally, I deserve a prize for this display of business prowess. What are you willing to give me as a reward?" Her tone was light and unserious, her face open and happy.

The question from anyone else would have had him tensing in preparation for conflict. From her, he only felt what most people must mean when they refer to getting butterflies. The answer left his lips before he consciously made the decision to reply ...

"Anything."

Nam-Soon's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Anything?" She repeated in question.

Si-Oh nodded definitively, before voicing his confirmation. "Anything."

"Hmm..." She pondered aloud, raising a delicate finger to tap at her chin, and squinting her eyes dramatically. "That is quite the invitation. I'll have to think on it carefully. An opportunity like this shouldn't be wasted, you know." She chirped pertly, before turning on her heel and beginning to stride towards the car. He followed at a more leisurely pace, keeping his strides shorter to match her shorter legs.

"Should I be worried?" He volleyed back, fully knowing he needn't worry at all.

"Oh yes," she said sunnily as the driver opened the side door for her to climb in. She peeked back at Si-Oh from over her shoulder, taunting him in a comedic timbre "Be afraid, be very afraaaiidd..." her voice pealing off into silly laughter as she climbed into the dark vehicle.

Si-Oh found himself smiling once again as he seated himself next to her. It seemed to be happening more often the more time he spent with Nam-Soon. He was both curious and intrigued by the development. He didn't know necessarily what it was about her that drew him, like a moth to a flame. All he knew was that the more time he spent in her presence, the more the cold, dark spaces inside of him seemed to shrink. He wanted more. No. He *craved* more, more than any drug he'd ever used. Being near her was like being injected with pure light, concentrated sunshine. And for a man like him, who had been denied every affection and comfort since he was a child ... he was helpless to resist her.

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“Bring ya' baby down, down, go cheerleader” & “it’s enough to make you feel crazy crazy crazy” with basketball! abby x fem! cheerleader! reader where they have been eyeing eachother for months and after abby wins a game, the cheerleaders and the basketball players go out for dinner and they officially meet and hit it off and exchange numbers and abby shyly asks her out on a date after a few weeks of texting and r agrees and abby takes her out to dinner and she’s all nervous!! tysm!

𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲

𝐩𝐭. 𝟏, 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐

basketball player! abby anderson x fem! cheerleader! reader

hello, thank you for requesting! I haven’t written for basketball! abby before, but i think that the creator of the bb! abby au was @elsweetheart , so credits to her♡ (i also don’t know much about basketball..or cheerleading..) and since i didn’t wanna make this too long i’ve decided to make it two parts! sorry:(. not proof read!

tags - fluff, nervous! abby, shy! abby, sweet! reader, nervous! reader, mentions of GoT, shows, kinda j nervous teens idk lol remind me if i forgot any! (readers nickname nickname for dina is “D” and her nickname for Yara is “yaryar”)

abby would be a liar if she claimed she hadn’t noticed you since the beginning of her freshman year of collage.

you were always at her practice games as well as her final ones— not because you were there to see her, but because you were a cheerleader cheering her team on.

something about you was alluring, pulling in and attracting her like a moth to a flame, an itching in her skin to try and speak with you.

although she was big and strong, she had a soft interior— and was a nervous girl at heart. that’s the main reason why she couldn’t find the strength to speak with you, let alone ask you out. she’d watch you laugh with the other girls apart of your squad, smile tracing every beautiful feature on your face. the way you moved your body to the song and how you never seemed to mess up put abby in a mesmerized set of mind— not to mention when you do a flip and she catches sight of under your little blue and white skirt.

abby always found herself looking for you in crowds, hoping to steal a glance before a class assembly, before a game or even before school ends. You stick out like a sore thumb to her, your beauty unmatched.

you also kept an eye out for the muscular blonde, but she didn’t know that. Abby Anderson, a big name at your school— one of the best, if not the best, basketball players at your school. She was tall and blonde, her smile was wide and welcoming. she peaked your curiosity, wondering who this big blonde girl really was.

you haven’t ever really spoken to abby— you’ve never spoken to her, period. Only seeing her at her practices, or during class assemblies, or maybe as school is ending, but rarely any other time.

something inside you twisted in an unfamiliar way when you catch her looking at you, her piercing light ocean blue eyes staring straight at you from either the basketball court or from across a crowd, her eyes were on you more often than you’d admit to. The first few times you noticed, you’d blamed it on your silly imagination.

the best player eyeing you down, please. that’s what you’d told yourself— but now, after catching her shamelessly staring more times than you can count to even the point where your friends had noticed— you believe you aren’t imagining it.

but, who knows. maybe she thinks your skirt is too short, your hair isn’t tied up enough, you weren’t thin enough to cheer for her team— maybe abby didn’t like you. You didn’t know, and you were too afraid to find out.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you huffed, jumping up and down on your heels lightly. Your friends and squad chattered around the locker room, fixing their makeup and readjusting their uniforms for the upcoming match.

Your schools basketball team was going up against a known enemy school, it was a big match they’ve been training for. You yourself had also been mentally preparing, making sure all the stunts were properly coordinated to the music and the reasonable timing of the matches.

“calm down, Y/n. its gonna be okay!” your friend, Dina, comforted, taking a sip of her gatorade. “i know, i know but.. what if we mess up? i mean, we hate wyoming high. they’re so.. mean.” you worried, face losing color upon the thought of falling.

dina scoffed, bumping her shoulder against yours. “really? mess up? you? n/n, when have you ever messed up? you are the reason we’re all so good at doing this thing. you’re a natural.” Her words comforted you to a limit, easing the discomfort in your shoulders.

“thanks, D, but.. i dunno.” you whispered, sweat dripping down your back. The buzzer for your cheers squad to enter the court rang loudly, causing everyone in the room to speed up their actions and quickly run out of the room.

You followed after, walking beside your two chatting friends. You knew, deep down, at you weren’t scared of failing. fuck, even you’d admit you were good, but something about abby being on the court (maybe) watching you.. it made you nervous. your squad walked out of the building, smiling wildly and holding their arms up to the crowd. You did the same, momentarily forgetting about the certain blonde and remembering how much you loved cheer.

“okay girls, ready?” your captain asked, hee smile wide. You all agreed, rushing onto the field and beginning your first work.

abby bounced her knee nervously, fiddling with the hem of her shorts. She’d usually be hyped for a game— but with this team, she was beyond nervous. they were, to her defeat, great. Your school hated Wyoming high because they are a bunch of two-faced suck ups, bratty sorority girls and stupid frat boys lacing the schools halls with their expensive cologne and perfume— the worst part was, with their reputation, they had the reason to be so stuck up.

and that’s why abby wanted to crush them.

yet, the swarming of nervous butterflies were being caused by a certain someone. You. what if she lost and you thought she was lame? that she couldn’t do anything? what if you, like, leave the schools cheer team because the basketball team is so lame?

her unreasonable thoughts were drown out by the bell, the second ring meant it was time for her team to flood into the court.

Abby stood up. quickly flexing her fingers nervously before smiling at her teammates, earning light punches on the shoulder accompanied by reassuring words. she bounced on her heels, shaking her arms and her head, turning to the door and proceeding outwards.

the song that she’d seen you rehearse to many times was playing on the loud speaker, cheers from the crowd encouraging you and your squad to keep it up.

Even though abby’s team wasn’t heading in your direction, couldn’t help but want to steal a glance at you for good luck before the game.

you were being held up by the other girls, a nervous yet confident look on your face as they prepared to throw you up— abby watched in awe as she saw you do a twist in the air before being caught by your teen and quickly moving to the next positions.

she was amazed by how you could do stuff mid air, how you could carry your body weight and others body weight so effortlessly.

“anderson!” her coach shouted, snapping her from her daze and soothing her back to the reality. She jogged over, braid swinging with her movements.

“You ready?” abby nodded at the question, cracking her neck side to side. The other players were huddled up on the other side of the court, narcissistic smirks playing on their lips while they talked to eachother, occasionally glancing up towards abby’s team.

the way they wore those smirks made her want to crush them even more than she already wanted to, clenching her jaw harshly.

her teammates began to flood her vison as the huddled up as well, two of her friends hands on either of her shoulders to form a circle.

she had hoped the bitter sweet taste of victory on her tongue was foreshadowing.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you sat at the edge of your seat, your lip being gnawed on viciously.

the game was 20 to 19. your schools team had 20, and wyoming high had 19. you needed 21 points to win a game which meant it was so close to the end you could crap your underwear. if they missed the shot two times and the second game got them… it’s over.

dina had her eyes dead focused on the players, and you could see her phone exploding with notifications from her girlfriend, ellie, about what the fuck she was doing and why she wasn’t sitting with her somewhere in the crowd, which dina was deliberately ignoring.

your heart did an unfamiliar flip when abby caught the ball, dodging players from Wyoming High and dribbling it down. You and dina quickly shared a glance, hands coming together to tightly hold each other for the suspense of the game.

she squeezed your hand, both your eyes locked to the buff blonde when she did her familiar big footed leap— large hands launching the ball.

it was almost as if it was in slow motion— dina’s gasp, abby’s arms throwing themselves up, the ball circling the hoop for an excruciating five seconds— before falling directly through. Abby’s feet slammed down to the court, the buzzer ringing loudly signifying the winning team.

it was silent for a moment before the crown went wild. you and dina jumped up and threw each other around, screaming and smiling at the much overdue victory.

Abby was smiling, too. her teammates surrounded her with wide grins, hugs and excited pats on the back.

your squad members were also freaking out, calling loudly to abby— catching her attention. they were congratulating her, and when you looked over to her you were surprised to see her eyes locked on you.

You smiled wildly, excitement obvious on your face. She sent a big grin back, a small cloud of pink flush dusting her cheeks before she turned back to the people crowding her.

“dinners on me!” you heard her coach yell, “and you girls join us!” she looked to your squad, earning the girls to only get louder with excitement.

“holy shit, y/n! we beat wyoming highs team and we get free dinner with the basketball girls? it’s heaven!!” Dina exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down with your hands intertwined with hers.

You nodded vigorously, smiling so widely you could barley speak words.

you looked back over to abby, the smile on her face wider than you’ve ever seen it, eyes looking between all the people surrounding her before fighting their way through the crowd to once again find you.

you were surprised she continued to look at you after victory, but, no matter such, it sent your heart into a fit of childish feelings; tummy doing flips.

she sent you a nervous smile at being caught, quickly looking away with the same blush. you smiled softly, turning back to dina.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

“is this okay?” you asked, standing in front of your rooms big mirror, smoothing out the top of your burgundy dress.

Dina and Your other close friend, Yara, we’re currently sitting beside eachother on your bed, waiting for you to finish getting ready so you three could head out to the planned dinner from coach Marlene.

“y/n, for the tenth time, it looks stunning. why are you freaking out, anyways? its just—” dina cut herself off, eyes widening for a split moment before the biggest smirk you’ve ever seen placed itself on her lips.

“ahh.. I get it.” Dina said smugly. Yara turned to her, a confused look on her face. “get what?”

dina sent you a squinted eye look, leaning over to yara’s ear to whisper. You saw her eyes widen, a small smile playing on her own lips. “what is it, guys? do i look like a grandma? what?” you asked, frowning worriedly.

Dina rolled her eyes. “No, Y/n, you don’t look like a grandma. we’re talking about your..” she dragged out the sentence, going silent and looking to yara before deciding to slickly continue.

“absolutely massive crush on abby anderson.” you gaped, face shooting into the red shade of a tomato.

“what?! I dont like her. she’s just.. shes not my.. type.”

“oh, please! she is exactly your type. we aren’t stupid, y/n. right, yara?”

“yeah. we see the way you two look at eachother.”

your eyes shot to yara, widening. “huh?”

“abby is always looking at you. like, so often i’m surprised she isn’t cross eyed from it.” she says softly, smiling up at you. Dina nodded with her eyes closed; humming.

“mhm. truth on that.”

you were silent, looking into the mirror. no way.

“whatver, guys, haha. just shut up and let’s go.” you huffed, rolling your eyes as dina groaned out a “ugh, finally!” before jumping off your bed alongside yara.

Dina was wearing a cute but simple orange dress, her hair up in a nicely done ponytail. Yara went with a nice shirt and some jeans, her hair in its usual pinned up braids. you had, grudgingly, decided on a simple but sweet burgundy dress. deciding to leave your hair down, with the exception of the two small braids Yara had insisted on doing for you.

“i’ll drive.” you said, pulling out your keys before dina snatched them suddenly. “nuh-uh. no love fools behind the wheel tonight.” she announced, sending yara a proud smile.

“ugh! dina, i’m not— whatever.”

you three took the elevator down, going to the parking lot and standing outside of your car. “hurry up.” dina demanded, opening the car door and preparing to sit down in the drivers seat before you interjected. “wait! yaryar should drive.”

“why?” yara spoke up. “because you, my dear, are the only not “love fool” in the car today.” you hit back, knowing she intact was having an underline, silent argument currently going on with her girlfriend.

dina glared at you, handing yara the keys. You all got in the car, smoothly (and much more safely) driving off.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

the restaurant was packed, you and your friends tried to squeeze through the line to get to your already reserved seating.

“why the fuck is everybody here on a wednesday night?” dina complained, furrowing her brows as you three pushed through people. “Because it’s a nicer restaurant and rich old people don’t usually have jobs.” yara replied casually, looking between you and dina.

“let’s just focus on trying to get through the rich people,” you sigh, finally seeing the table with familiar faces.

Coach Marlene was sitting down, glasses on her face as she swiped on her phone. Abby and Nora, along with other basketball team members, sat down at the table chatting.

a sudden drop in your tummy caused your throat to dry up. If you weren’t nervous before, you sure are now. “gosh, are we late?” yara whispered, eyes widening. “nah, we aren’t. The invitation said 5:30, and its 5:35 so we’re on time. everyone else is early.” she replied, cocking her head.

“fuck. i wanted to be early. why does everyone on the basketball team have such good time management?” you grumbled, tucking your hair behind your ears and glancing back to your friends. “ready?”

you three made the final push through the crowd and revealed yourself, catching the eye of the players at the table.

Coach marlene snapped her head up, eyes landing you instantly.

“ah! Y/n, dina, yara. no surprise it’s you three who came separately.” She teased, smiling. Your face flushed, trying to ignore the eyes of abby and her friends on you.

“yeah. nice to see people already here.” you glanced down, catching abby’s lurking eyes before she snapped them away and moved her head.

“Yeah. these girls all arrived at exactly 5:30. surprised me.” marlene replied, motioning her hands to the seats. “come sit down.”

you obeyed, dina and yara close behind as you three took the open chairs. the two snagged the ones closest by the end of the table, leaving you to claim the one directly beside Abby Anderson.

you sat down, sliding your hand from your lower back to under your knees to keep your dress down.

you felt abby’s eyes lingering on you as you did so, swallowing so loudly you could hear it.

you shuffled a little uncomfortably, glancing to Yara and Dina who were snacking viciously on the bread on the table. you inhaled, slowly turing towards the large blonde beside you.

“Hi, I’m y/n. I dunno if you know who i am but— uh, i know you.” fuck. what was that? you internally beat yourself up, watching nervously as abby stiffened, sweat building rapidly on her forehead as she turned to look at you.

she nodded quickly, “i- erm— know who you are. You’re.. really talented at cheerleading.” she complimented, her voice cracking up. Your cheeks flushed dramatically, darting your eyes away.

“pfft— says you. you are like, the god at basketball. i’ve never seen someone play better than you.” she bashfully looked away, her own cheeks blossoming with the cherry shade of blush.

“thanks.” you pursed your lips nervously, turning towards your friends.

dina had a while breadstick down her throat as yara watched, eye wide.

“what the hell.” you whispered, embarrassed.

dina turned to you, a smug look on her face beside the bread halfway down her throat, she spoke. “hittin’ it up over there, hm?” your face blew into thousands of shades of red, catching onto her teasing and praying Abby hadn’t hurt her.

“dina!” yara gasped, hiding her laugh. you rolled your eyes, trying to play it off and shifting away to stare ahead of you.

abby kept moving beside you, seemingly not quite knowing where to place her hands; her things, her knees, the table— you kept glancing in her direction each time she’d uncomfortably shift. your eyes eventually trailed up to her shirt— it was a silly one. a massive star wars meme on the black background.

“i like your shirt. I love star wars.” you said, catching her attention when she whipped her head to you. “you do?”

“yeah. I like the clone wars, so your shirt is funny.”

it was meme of darth maul and obi wan, how he came back and obi wan was sloppy. You could feel her eyes on you, staring into your skull as if processing your words. “really?”

“yup.” silence followed, awkwardness flooding the air. “uh.. what other shoes do you watch?”

“er-- i like arcane and uh.. i dunno just, animated shows, mostly. But shameless and game of thrones are good..”

you instantly turned to her. “game of thrones and shameless? I love those two.” you exclaimed, smiling. Abby’s eyes widened as you shifted in your chair to fully face her.

“have you finished both of them.”

“y-yeah.”

“who’s your favorite character in game of thrones?” you asked urgently, watching closely at the sweat that fell from her head.

“i like Daenerys and jon mostly—”

“no shit! me too.” you interrupted, quickly covering your mouth. “oh! i’m sorry for interrupting. i just.. i’m a big fan.” you sheepishly said. you missed the way her blue eyes softened.

“That’s okay! I- I really like game of thrones too. if you wanna talk about it..” your eyes practically glistened at her words.

“are you sure? i don’t wanna, like, geek out on you and kinda.. chase you away.” you said, eyebrow raising. Abby shook her head, “no! i would like to talk about it. none of my friends have seen it so.. it’d be a nice conversation.”

“i agree! Dina and Yara haven’t seen it, either. they say it’s too dark, and how i have a weird taste in shows but i keep telling them it’s really not that bad.”

abby smiled down at you, cheeks creasing. “right? they think it’s way worse than it actually is. I think maybe because it’s been on the internet and people label it more dark of a show then it is.”

“yes! gosh, you get it.”

you and abby had conversed over the whole dinner about shows and books you both like; she said she was a big fan of “they both die at the end.” which, to her surprise, you’ve also read.

you two ended up sharing food off each others plates while you and the others around you ate, dina and yara continuously sending you mischievous glances and smug looks— of to which you ignored.

time flew by so fast you hadn’t realized it was 8 on until your nighttime alarm went off, catching your attention.

“its already 8? it feels like it’s still 5.” you laughed, causing abby to smile.

“Yeah, it does.” You hadn’t realized that a few of your squad members and Abby’s team members had left until you looked across the table.

“well, i should, um, probably start to head out. I have to get up at like 5 tomorrow.” you frowned, folding up your napkin and showing dina and yara your phone— which urged them to rapidly wipe their messy faces and stand up.

“thanks for talking with me, abigail, i really appreciate it. i had a total blast.” you admitted, cheeks rosy. “you’re really fun to talk to.”

“thanks, you too..” her face was red, eyes much more blue than you recall as she stare into yours. “a-and you can call me abby. Just abby is fine.” She said suddenly, earning a grin from you.

“okay, Abby. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked, she nodded.

you bid farewell to the coach and the others girls at the table, rushing off when dina and yara grabbed each side of your arms to pull you away.

Abby’s eyes trailed after you, only looking away when Nora punched her shoulder.

“ow! what was that for?”

“you idiot! go get her number!” Nora exclaimed, jerking her head in your direction. “what?”

“Go get her number! she was literally geeking out to you all dinner. You two were so annoying and clicked perfectly. if you don’t chase after her, I’m going to purposely start losing games.” Nora’s words made abby’s heart beat fast, besides the losing part.

“no! we just were taking about an underrated show.”

“yeah, for three hours! Go! go!” nora pushed abby off her chair, the girl gripping the table before subconsciously obeying her bossy friend and tracking you down through the restaurant.

you’d just walked through the doors— abby close on your trail.

“shut up, D. i swear, i’m gonna—”

“Y/n!” abby’s voice caught you and your friends by surprise, all three of your whipping your heads to the flushed blonde.

she timidly approached you, her eyes shooting nervously between Yara and dina who hung on your left and right arms.

“let’s scram, yara.” dina quickly said, letting you go and taking yaras hand before running to your car, leaving you to glare after her before turning back to abby.

“yeah?” you smiled shyly, eyes watching as she fiddled with her ohoen.

“um— i was wondering if i could get your.. uh.. your number? its okay if not, i just thought since—”

“sure!” you chirped, quickly stretching out your hand to retrieve her phone. She looked at your for a few moment before her un familiar phone case landed in your palm.

You went to messages and put in your number, editing the contact to ‘y/n 🐉’ and handing it back to her.

You heard dina yell dramatically, making you aware she was ready to go. “sorry about her— uh— text me!” you quickly said, patting her bicep and speed walking back to the whining dina.

“get your fingers off my windshield!” abby heard you shout, watching as you pushed dina off the car, Yara laughing.

heat flooded her face upon realizing she had your number.

After three years of her admiration, your contact was in her phone.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

3:49pm. thursday, September 6.

(1)-206-3449

hey. this is abby from the basketball team.

you smiled upon reading the text. You’d been waiting like a silly highschool girl for Abby to text you, turing on your ringer full volume and constantly checking your phone for messages from an unknown number.

when you didn’t receive one within the first three hours after the dinner, you’d though you’d accidentally miss typed it— but, now you know you didn’t.

you

heyy. hru?

after you sent the message you went to her new contact, placing her name as “abby!:)”

abby!:)

good thanks. wbu?

you

same! ty. r u at practice?

abby!:)

nah, todays no practice because coach marlene slept in because she’s in a massive food coma from last night.

you laughed, covering your mouth and placing some hair behind your ear.

you

haha! really? i mean she did gobble all that food down.

abby!:)

yeah. i’ve never seen her eat so much lol

you

i mean, the food was REALLY good so she has a good reason 🤷‍♀️

abby!:)

ur totally right

you

your spaghettini and meatballs were so good

abby!:)

pff ur steak was the best

she was typing before the bubbles went away and came back, you rose a brow.

abby!:)

shit, sorry i gotta go. My dads here and we’re heading to bowling. talk to u later?

you

of course, have fun:)

abby!:)

thanks

you basically threw your phone across the room and huffed into your pillow.

were you too expressive? too excited? did you seem desperate??? You snapped your eyes shut. Heart racing a thousand miles per hour.

maybe dina was right, maybe you did like abby anderson. fuck.

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littleoanh · 1 year

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i strongly believe that ran is not the playboy type. he may be in a gang but he is the type of guy that is stick to one and only loved his childhood sweetheart. not all knows about this and girls still keep on throwing themselves to him but he just woosh them away! can u write something about this please please albie 🥹

A/N: Oh I fully and wholeheartedly agree with you! Ran is definitely not a playboy (but I still read fics when he is) in my opinion.

He’s a pretty boy who cares about his beauty sleep, hates staying out late, and it’s too much effort to hide infidelity. Ran is the type of guy who sticks to one person once his heart is captured. Fortunately for him, the one who captured his heart is you, his childhood sweetheart. You have always been by his side since he took over Roppongi with Rin. He always accepts your scolding (more like he doesn’t feel like arguing or thinks if you let it out you’ll feel better) when he gets reckless in his fights. Also, you have the special privilege to play with his hair.

Ran attracts all genders no matter where he goes, eyes are always drawn to him and he’s used to it. His whimsical and charming personality cause a misconception about his dating life. People always assume he goes through relationships like changing clothes. He finds this quite amusing and brushes it off because he doesn’t care what other people think. However, if they dare say or do something about you it’s a completely different story. You are one of the most important people in his life.

“You want your usual order?” Ran asks you, he has a free day and wants to take you out on a date at your favorite cafe. You smile and nod, he tells you to find a seat and he’ll order for the both of you. On the way to the cash register, everyone is flocking towards him like a moth to a flame. They completely ignored your existence and did anything to win his affection. This sometimes happens on your dates with him but it doesn’t exactly make you feel good.

However it instantly changes when you hear a loud smack, Ran slap a girl’s hand away from him. His lilac eyes narrow and an unusual scowl appears on his lips, “Don’t touch me.” He coldly warns all of them and they step aside. Once he paid for your orders and brought the tray to your table. You can practically feel the intimidating stares stabbing your back, Ran picks up on your uncomfortableness. “What are you staring at?” He glares at those who dare make you feel this way and discreetly shows his baton and they stop.

On the way to your next date spot, a girl rudely stands in your way with an upset expression. “Is this your significant other?” She looks at Ran as though she is the victim. Ran holds your hand firmly while disinterestedly staring at her.

“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” He doesn’t care how apathetically he sounded as she runs off. Ran focuses his attention on you, taking your hand and placing warm and tender kisses on your knuckles. “They got nothing on you, baby.” Reassuring his love for you is genuine and there is no one else he needs besides you.

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rzyraffek · 2 years

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Everyday life with slashers!!!(part 2)

(Swf) Request open

The Collector

Can somone explain why people call him Asa Emory, i never seen this name in movies

Has No clue how to cook, you leave this man alone in kitchen for 3minutes, your house is going to be in fire

He will give you Moths from his collection

He let you name his dogs, but dont get attached they might die

If he knows that you are sensitive to gore stuff he will ban you from going to his hideout(maybe you are allowed but only with him constantly next to you)

Hes not fan of physical touch, if you hug him because you are scared or need support, hes alright with that but dont expect him to hug you every time he gets a chance

Thomas Hewitt

Great at cookin, and suprisingly, cooks not only meat. But please buy him a new pan

Will pick you up, no matter how much you weight, have you seen this man? He stronk

Loves cuddles, but only in privite places, but He holds your hands very often

Somedays theres a lot of victims to deal with and he is so tired and stressed afterwards

He never dated anyone, so basicly anything 'sexy' you do will make him blush and giggle like teenage girll😳😳

He is definitly into tights, will hug them and lay on them

Billy Lenz

I know this silly possum men was in part 1 BUT I Just love him too much okay

He will steal all your blankets and make cocoon

due to horrible traumatic past and never diagnosed mental illnes he has weird relationship with girls. So you better be a man or the most Saint and patent girll ever (or another nonbinary possum person)

He talks to your plushies and figurines(if you have any).

Billy has 2moods: 1 😳please hug me😩hell yeah huggies😈I may not commit crimes today🤯 AND 2 hissss👽stay away🤨u smeel?😒(stink), Billy no like you anymor🙄

He is huge simp, one complement and you got this man doing backflips just for you babe

The man from Hush

Probably knows how to fish, buy him one of this hats that say "fish fear me, women love me"

Wants to tattoo your name on his arm😨

Probably plays COD

Loves kisses on cheeks

If you find masks atractive, and he will find out, he will wear mask around you wayyy more often

Hugs from behind>

Loves watching boring movies with you so you can Fall asleep on him(he wont move a muscle)

Yautja

Loves when you try to kiss his face( hihih human shmol can reach him)

Loves to pick you up and just walk around with you

When you fall asleep on him he wont move till you wake up. He is patent dont worry he enjoys it

Gives you Skulls, claws, theeth, ect as sign of undyjng love to you

If you are an artist he secretly wants you to paint his nails and armor. Will wear it with pride

He is like cat, when you scrach him in good places he will just instantly lay down and sleep. Will hug you, so prepare for heavy arm resting on you for about a hour

When you try to tickle him he will be like🤨🤨"mate if you trying to attack me, try using fists, not fingers?".After that you explain to him what tickling is, he probably will pretend that he has some just to see you try your best in tickle fight😈😈😈he may let you win. "Oh nooooo*totaly dramatic gasp* my human mate wooon aaaah those tickles aaaa myy weakness nuuuu *explodes* " (the lack of commas and big leters was on purpose, he did not change his voice even once)

#the collector #asa emory #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz #yautja x reader #yautja #hush 2016 #hush x reader

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tomkaulitzz02 · 4 months

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he def took her back to his hotel room.

Stella, a standout among Hugh Hefner's mansion of models, was held at the highest ranking- causing her to not be easily swayed by the glitz and glamour that surrounded her. One night at one of Hugh's infamous parties, she meets a tall guitarist with a thick German accent and a wandering eye.. He was the center of attention, a magnet for the girls that fluttered around him like moths to a flame. But amidst the sea of faces, his gaze was fixated on one person, and one person only- Stella. Her stubbornness becomes clear to him quite quickly, but he's confident he can win her over- she isn't so easily convinced. Being that having a boyfriend was frowned upon in the mansion, Stella decides to let him chase her- finding his efforts quite entertaining. What started out as a playful game of cat and mouse, quickly escalates. The stakes grow higher, the bets become risker. It was an intoxicating dance, one that was all fun and games until one particular night. The game took a grim turn. Tom, the man she thought she could see straight through- reveals a secret that would alter the way she saw him forever. The silly little dance was now a destiny for madness.

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mygoldtears · 2 months

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🌕 Part 1 🌑

(It’s here!)

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♫At the end of the rainbow, there's happiness♫

A soft voice can be heard. Her voice was full of pain and heartache.

A human silhouette of a human falling from the sky as a rainbow bursts upwards through the clouds.

♫And to find it, how often I've tried♫

A silhouette of a young princess is seen with two other silhouettes before her, one small one tall turning around as they disappear, another shadow towering over her, appearing again from earlier but it was the tall one with long horns, both pointing at something behind her.

♫But my life is a race, just a wild goose chase♫

Where the figures were pointing, which shows Hell being circled by Angels.

♫And my dreams have all been denied/Why have I always been a failure?♫

the shadow looms over the sad princess being disappointed in her as demonic arms and tentacles cover them.

♫What can the reason be?♫

♫I wonder if the world's to blame♫

As the Earth rotates many eyes begin to surround it.

♫I wonder if it could be me♫

Silhouettes of Angles are seen smiling deviously “X’ over their right eyes as they look down upon the souls they have exterminated. The one at the center of the bodies of demons their faces begins to flicker. appears the same devilish grin and “X” over her right eye.

As the world around them fade appears a new place with nothing but bloodshed all around, graffiti, and signs that say "Fuck You, Heaven", "Punishment" and "Your Days Are Numbered" can be seen throughout

This place is HELL.

♫I'm always chasing rainbows Watching clouds drifting by♫

On top of all this, we see a hotel, where we see the Princess of Hell Charlotte Morningstar, or Charlie as she likes to be called. to walk towards the balcony doors with a saddened look.

♫My schemes are just like all my dreams

Ending in the sky♫

Charlie heads towards the hotel's balcony as she releases fireworks that signal to the rest of Hell that the Extermination has ended.

♫ Some fellows look and find the sunshine. ♫

The remaining demons who survived the extermination are seen checking the area to see if the coast is clear.

♫ I always look and find the rain. ♫

a tall and slender, light gray-skinned demon. She sports white ankle-length hair with bangs and black streaks, usually formed in large horns by black thin ribbons. white ballerina shoes open the blinds to the room, revealing the fireworks display. She is now alone and we see three more demons, one of them being the King of Hell himself hiding in the shadows sitting on a chair, present in the same room with her.

♫ Some fellows make a winning sometime. ♫

We next see a Porn Studios with flashing lights, owned by the V’s. Velvette a trendsetter takes a selfie with Vox who is annoyed, and then Valentino a moth demon who smiles quickly leaves his face when he sees that he got a text from one of his employees.

♫ I never even make a gain. / Believe me. ♫ Charlie sings looking at her home.

Two girl demons are seen pulling out an angelic spear from a corpse and leaving as the cannibals waiting nearby pounce on her dead body. A woman is seen crossing out Franklin's name from the sign above their business with black paint, With a smile.

♫ I'm always chasing rainbows. ♫

A demon is seen cleaning up what's been left of the Extermination as other demons begin to walk freely about in the open as if nothing happened.

Charlie is in tears as her song comes to an end.

♫ Waiting to find a little bluebird... in vain. ♫

Charlie looks back at the Clock Tower with tears. as it resets the timer for the next yearly cleanse.

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A new sinner is seen screaming, fallen into Hell, and transformed into a demon. He falls face-first onto the road, surprised and hand pats himself with all four of his arms. to see if he is still “alive”.

Four-armed Demon “I'm alive! I'm alive-“

He gets run over by a car driven at full speed and stops the front door open. A pink spider demon is seen getting out of the car fixing his clothes and hair.

The driver snickers “Heh. Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff!”

The spider demon pushes his hands through his hair “Yeah, yeah, listen. while” *Fixes his hair more* Keep this discreet, you hear me? I can't let it get out. I'm offering my services to randos on the street! It was a quick cash grab *he makes a cash-like gesture with his fingers and snaps his fingers at him, smiling*. Ya got it?”

“Pfft! Whatever you say, slut!” the demon laughed

The spider demon pretends to be offended “Ouch! Ooh!” turns back to face him with a smile “Such an insult! Let me know when you've come up with something creative to call me” looms over demon and points at him with all his index fingers, “you sack of poorly packaged horse shit!” He gets close to the demon's face who was a bit dumbfounded at the pornstar “Tell the missus I said "hi"” kisses him, and waving goodbye “Shnookums!”

The demon embarrassed and a bit grumpy mumbling under his breath “Pack a - puh…” angrily drives off, the spider demon is unamused before looking behind him to see a vending machine full of drugs instead of drunks.

He goes for the one called Angel Dust just as he is about to open it, a random feathered demon runs by snatching the drugs out of his hands..

“Hey!” Yelled the spider demon. “Up yours drag sh-“

Splat!

A boulder falls out of the sky, crushing the feathered demon instantly. the pink spider gasped.

“Oh, my GOD!”

He leans in to pick up his pack of drugs from the demon's hand as it twitches. with a devastated look on the pink spider's face “MY DRUGS!” he yelled before clenching the bag angrily “Damn it!”

He looks up to see where the boulder comes from. He found what looked like a warship passing by, destroying everything in its path.

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inside a warship, revealing a demon snake and his egg henchmen who are marked by numbers on their backs, running around while their boss is laughing maniacally.

operating the controls to the ship “Those other cowardly sinners dare not hinder my territorial take over! A wise decision! The power of my machines are unmatched!” pushing two levers, his hood(or hair?) flares open like a cobra. “No other demon can compare to the likes of I!”

Egg Boi #23: Gee! That was pretty swell, boss!

Egg Boi #666: Yeah!

Another chipped in “You showed them what for! I liked when you” the egg mimicked the action of a shooting ray gun with its finger and thumb “shot them with your ray gun!” Annoyed, the snake demon slapped the poor thing.

Egg Boi #23: I wish he'd shoot me with his ray gun...

Their boss rolled his eyes before continuing what he was doing and the hood flared open. “At this rate, I will seize control of the entire west side of The Pentagram by day's end” pushes a few buttons “And nothing!” he pulls down levers towards him “Not a single beast in this inferno of suffering will be able to take back this empire from” grabbing an Egg Boi with his tail squeeze them “my constrictive grasp!”

Suddenly an Egg Boi pops out of nowhere, pops open a bottle of whiskey onto Serpent's face who proceeds to swat said Egg Boi aside before throwing the squeezed Egg Boi aside as well.

Random Egg Boi: Oh, boy!

“Hell will be mine! And everybody will know the name of Sir Penti-“

“EDGELORD!”

Sir Pentious is interrupted by a scream. Sir Pent and Egg Boiz become surprised.

“Pardon!?” offended by this he looks around angrily before his gaze on the two Egg Boiz behind him “Who said that?! What did you just say to me, you fried chicken fetuses?! He said with a hiss “Speak up!”

The Two Egg Boiz petrified. “That wasn't us, Mr. Bossman.”

Something breaks through the glass of Sir Pent's ship. A small bomb with a print of a skull on it then lands right between Sir Pent and the two Egg Boiz. realizing what it was, The bomb proceeded to blow up, leaving red smoke behind.

Sir Pent coughs and hacks

The smoke begins to clear up, revealing a slender yet curvy-figured, tattooed sleeve, white-skinned cyclops-like demon as she prepares another bomb in hand to throw.

“You lookin' for a fight, old man?!”

She yelled as she began to juggle around her cherry bomb ”Why don't you get that tinker toy bullshit off my turf before smash it?!” throwing it up and catching the bomb.

A large pipe falls on top of an Egg Boi, crushing him as Sir Pent and Cherri momentarily look at the carnage. Before returning to their interaction the Cyclops demon grins sadistically and continues her sentence “More..”

“Oh!” the sir pent hood flares open as his smile comes back on his face. “You wanna go, missy?! Well, I'm happy to oblige! Ahahah!”

He is then backed up by his henchmen of Egg Boiz. with weapons in hand

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The logo for 666 News is shown on a black background, which is followed by the day's newscast. Showing us two anchors, a male and a female, About to introduce themselves

“Good afternoon, I'm Katie Killjoy.”

She is a tall, slim, pale-skinned demon. She has short, light blonde hair that flares into an almost fan-like shape, swept to the side bangs. She has rose-red eyes with small, white pupils. Her neck is long, mirroring her thin torso. Wearing a concise red dress.

“And I'm Tom Trench”

Tom's head is composed of a gas mask, which is his entire face to his neck, and has a sweep of ashy blonde hair and is wearing a gray suit.

An image of the snake demon trying to look cool, followed by a drawing of the Cyclops demon who is flipping off the camera.

“Chaos out at Pentagram City today as a turf war is raging on the west side!”

Tom said before continuing.

“Between notable kingpin, Sir Pentious, and self-proclaimed spunky powerhouse, Cherri Bomb!”

Katie Killjoy backs him up “That's right, Tom! After the recent Extermination, many areas are now up for grabs!” making a grabbing hand motion.

A live clip of Cherri and Sir Pentious's clash is shown.

“Demons all over Hell are already duking it out to gain new territory!” she said

“Those two seem to be really going at it, huh?” said Tom

“Looks like they're fighting tooth and nail,” she said while fishing out a tooth and a nail respectively from her mug of coffee “For that hot spot!” she proceeded to swallow said tooth and nail.

Tom who is looking over at the live broadcast focusing more on Cherri “And I'd sure like to nail her hot spot!” wiggles his eyebrows “Hoohoo!”

Katie Killjoy laughs “You are a limp-dick jackass, Tom! Or should I say” pouring scalding hot coffee onto his crotch “No dick?”

Tom curls in pain saying not again.

The screen shows a picture of Charlie as Tom can still be heard whimpering in pain in the background. And Katie Killjoy smiling like nothing happened while continuing the new cast

“Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the daughter of Hell's head honcho who's here to discuss her brand new passion project! All that and more, after the break!” crushes her mug in her hand and turns to Tom who's still in pain, poor guy “ Suck it up, you little bi-!”

The newscast goes on a commercial break.

Out from a nearby screen, focusing on Charlie and her girlfriend as she fixes Charlie's bow. Her girlfriend exhaled “Okay! You remember what to say?” she said Charlie inhaled “Yes! Let's do this!

“Just, look at me and I'll mouth it to you.”

“Ugh! Come on, Vaggie!” Charlie bends backward “Know what to say! I just feel like we need to...I don't know,” grabs a donut before gasping “Make things sound more exciting! Hooo! What if I sin-”

“Sing a song about it?” Vaggie said cutting her girlfriend off. Charlie boops her nose “You knew I was gonna say that” Vaggie smiles fixing Charlie's bow again before saying “Because I know you, But please don't sing. This is serious”

“Well, you know, I'm better at expressing myself and my goals through song!” said Charlie as she stood on the table where Razzle and Dazzle were happily munching on doughnuts, watching her.

Vaggie places hands on hips “But, life isn't a musical, hon.”

Charlie sighs “Fine. But, I have these other ideas of what to say!” she starts bouncing a bit as she shows Vaggie a piece of paper “The highlighted bits are the best part!”

“Uh, it's all highlighted”. Vaggie squints realizing something “Is this a drawing?” looking back at Charlie.

“Yes! That's the happy ending, see?!” Charile begins to fantasize about it “Everyone smiling and happy in Heaven!”

Vaggie pinches the bridge of her nose “I don't think it's that simple. Just please follow the talking points we went over. And” she grabs Charlie by her cheeks to face her “Do not sing!”

Charlie sadly agrees “Okay, fine. I'll just have to resort to my impeccable improv skills! She said in a British voice before saluting at Vaggie as she walked over to Katie Killjoy.

Charlie nervously introduced herself “Hi! I'm Charlie.” with her hand out going for a handshake

Katie Killjoy unamused “Katie Killjoy.” she said exhaling the smoke of her cigarette before crushing it. “I'd say it's a pleasure to meet you, but that would be a lie.” she throws away her cigarette “You can put that away.” gestures to Charlie's hand “I don't touch the gays. I have standards!” she says with disgust.

“Yeah? How's uh... how's that working out for ya?” Charlie says turning to look around her nervously.

“Look, my time is money. So, I'll keep this short.” Katie says proceeds to poke Charlie “You're not here because we wanted you here. You're here because Jeffrey couldn't make it for his cannibal cooking segment.” A billboard of Jeffrey's cannibalism cooking show titled "It's Dahm Good!" can be seen behind Katie.

Katie Killjoy fluffs her hair “You might be some royal big shot, but that doesn't mean shit to me. I'm too rich and too influential” Tom can be seen shaking his head in disapproval as Katie boasts about her wealth and influence to Charlie “to give a flying fuck about some tux-wearing demon. "Princess" wants to advertise.” she does air quotes with her fingers

‘But, I-” Katie Killjoy get close to Charlie's face cutting her “So, don't get cute with me, honey, or I will fucking bury you!”

News Staff: And we're live!

in the blink of an eye, Katie Killjoy is back in her seat at the desk, holding papers while snapping her neck. “Welcome back! So, Charlotte!” Charlie smiles nervously as a spotlight flashes her way. “It's... Charlie.”

“Whatever. Tell us about this new passion project you've been insistently pestering our news station about!” she said as she tried to hold in her outburst by clenching her pen

Charlie looked around and saw Vaggie motion her to go on she cleared her throat “Well, as most of you know, I was born here in Hell, and growing up, I always tried to see the good in everyone around me.”

Killjoy was rolling her eyes in boredom before she spotted a slug and stabs it with her pen, the slug's blood bursts all over. Some got on Charlie. “Hell is my home and we just went through another Extermination.” Charlie then wipes off the blood on her cheek “You are my people.’

“We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year. No one is even given a chance!” she slams her fist on the table, waking up Katie Killjoy mediately, and walks away from the desk “I can't stand by while the place I live is subjected to such violence!”So, I've been thinking”

putting her finger under her chin as she walks around the audience “Isn't there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell?” looking at everyone in the room. “Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through... redemption?” throws her arm around one of the News Cast's staff members with a smile forming on her face.” Well, I think yes! So, that's what this project aims to achieve!” walking back to the desk “Ladies and gentlemen, I'm opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates sinners!”

Silence in the room you can hear a pin drop.

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Outside of the broadcast, we see The Radio Shack, which many other demons are seen watching by the streets and everywhere else in Hell who don't look amused in the slightest

Charlie's confidence begins to fall slowly on TV “Y'know? 'Cause hotels are for people passin' through... temporarily…”

A Lizard Demon laughs at this “Is this girl for real?! She thinks-” he tries to hold in his laugh but fails “You hear what she thinks?! She thinks- HAHA! Ah, she's nuts,” he walks out of The Kaiju Klub with his friends while you can hear charlie speaking in the background “I think it'll serve a purpose... a place to work toward redemption... yay...!”

Back to the demons watching her broadcast from The Radio Shack. A mysterious red figure walks up to see her broadcast alongside a bunch of other demons watching.

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Cameraman snickers at this calling Charlie a Stupid bitch. Vaggie who happens to be beside the Cameraman, punches the cameraman square in the face for calling her girlfriend that. Charlie looks around, saddened because no one seems interested in such a thing. “Look, every single one of you has something good, deep down inside. I know you do!” Charlie thinks for a moment before finally coming up with a solution “...Maybe I'm not getting through to you.” she said sitting on the table

Razzle and Dazzle alerted that Charlie was about to do

Vaggie facepalms

Charlie snaps her fingers as the room turns dark then a spotlight is shown over a piano out of nowhere that Charlie, Razzle, and Dazzle made appear

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Top Hat Demon: Wow! ...That was shit!

Everyone in the audience including Killjoy and Trench begins to laugh at Charlie. Charlie looked crushed and devastated and slumped back down to her seat. There was a boo section in the news and the demons look uninterested

“Boo..”

Katie Killjoy began to speak while laughing. “What in the Nine Circles makes you think a single denizen of Hell would give two shits about becoming a better person?! You have no proof that this little experiment even works! Do you want people to be good?! Just... because?!” She burst out laughing.

Charlie glares at her, “Well, we have a patron already, who believes in our cause and he's shown incredible progress!”

Katie Killjoy in feigns shock glances at her “Oh? And who might that be?”

Charlie tries to look smug and confident while looking at her nails “Oh, just someone named... Angel Dust!”

This grabbed Tom Trench's attention “ The porn star?”

Katie Killjoy turns to him menacingly her nails scratching the table “You fucking would, Tom!” She turned back to Charlie “In any case, that's not even an accomplishment. I'm sure you could get that hooker to do anything with enough booger sugar and lube” she said, making motions of a handjob.

“Oh, I beg to differ! She gets close to Katie Killjoy's face “He's been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for two weeks now.”

News Staff offscreen: Breaking News!

Katie Killjoy grins and shoves Charlie off her desk. while smiling “We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let's go to the live feed.

The live feed shows Angel Dust stepping on an Egg Boi and throwing a grenade over at Sir Pentious with visible laughter in the background as Charlie stares at the screen in shock.

“Oh…shit.”

Angel Dust is in the background saying “I'm a bad person!”

Katie Killjoy beings to smile even wider "Oh, shit" indeed! It looks like the one who just joined the battle is none other than” she feigns a gasp a hand in front of her mouth “porn actor, Angel Dust! What a juicy coincidence! You must feel really stupid, right now.” turns to Charlie as she shakes her fist, Killjoy and Trench proceed to laugh at Charlie.”Ratings!” They said in sync doing Jazz hands

Charlie stares at the live feed in distress and attempts to block it from the audience's view.“Don't look at this!”

Katie Killjoy looms over her Well, it sure looks like your little project is dead on arrival. Charlie slowly turns around “Tell us, how does it feel to be a total failure?” everyone except Vaggie starts bursting into laughter

Charlie tries to think of a comeback “Yeah, well…” looks around and spots a pen “How does it feel that I got your pen, huh?!” grabs Killjoy's ballpen “Bitch!”

Everybody instantly stops laughing while Katie Killjoy's death stare, Charlie realized she fucked up and nervously laughed “Oops” and puts the pen back down.

Tom Trench runs off-set.

Killjoy's demonic form reveals itself as she looms over Charlie, Growling.

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Purplish red smoke transitions into Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb fighting Egg Boiz.

“Hey!, thanks for the backup, Angie!”

Angel Dust laughs, Cherri Bomb fires a rocket launcher.

“You kiddin'? This is the best action I've seen in ages!” puts his hands behind his head all the other extra limbs hold his gun.

Cherri launched another cherry bomb “Where've you been, anyway? I thought you up and died or some shit!”

Angel Dust lit a bomb and handed it to her rolling his eyes “Oh, I wish! I've been staying at this crappy hotel on the other side of town. Some broads are lettin' me stay rent-free if I play nice.”

They both cover their heads as the explosion sets off behind them, then grin at each other as they jump into the field. Angel Dust Continues to shoot down Egg Boiz with what seems to be a drum mag M1928 Thompson “Y'know, no fights, no pranks, no "problematic language"... Her words, not mine.”, launching an Egg Boi airborne and shooting him from behind a bit of yoke splattered on him, he sighs again “These crazy bitches are no fun! I've been clean for two weeks!”

Cherri Bomb was in disbelief “Holy shit”

Looks at the leftover smudge on his finger while giving a smug look “Well, sorta clean.” destroys an incoming Egg Boi “Just clean as you can get from a shitload of Bolivian marching powder!” Sir Pentious shows up behind Angle, throws the end of a chain, wraps around the angle swiftly, and gets thrown aside by Sir Pentious.

throws his head “Ohh~ Harder, daddy!”

Sir Pentious, taking it seriously, gasps. ”Son?!”

Angle raises a brow at this, and Cherri kicks Sir Pentious to the side. And lands beside Angle.

Sir Pentious annoyed and angry, his hood (hair?) flares open “You whores have no classes! In war, The side remembered is the side with the most style!” He hissed while adjusting his tie.

“Or the side that ain't dead” Cherri Bomb replied while decapitating an Egg Boi with her bare hands

Angel Dust stood up and removed the chains restricting him before saying “Speaking of style, is your hat like, alive or something?” Makes a magical gesture with his four limbs.

“Oh! Well, that's none of your GODDAMN BUSINESS! Now, is it?” Sir Pentious hissed.

“Hah!, would that make your hat the top and you the bottom?”

An Egg Boi: Oooooh!

gets a pebble thrown at him by Sir Pentious

Sir Pentious now enraged hissed. “I'm going to blow you to bits!”

Angel Dust eyes him up and down like what he heard “Hm, kinky”

Sir Pentious: Oh, not like that Pervert!” knocks over an Egg Boi, hood flares open again.

Angel notices an Egg Boi with a tentacle launcher which causes him to push Cherri to the side. While taking the hit and getting tangled up in all the tentacles.

“Not so cocky now, are we?!

unamused by this “Y'know, you really gotta watch what comes outta ya mouth. I've been making these sex jokes the whole” limbs get pulled on as Sir Pentious reveals a drill which jump starts “TIME!” reveals his third pair of arms carrying a gun “And it's obvious ya ain't catchin' on. I mean, it's just sad!” pulls out M1928 and shoots it at Sir Pentious*

Cherri Bomb appears at his side “So, think you're gonna get in a lotta trouble for this?” Angel Dust retracts his third set of arms “Eh, what's one little brawl gonna cause?”

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We then see Charlie and Killjoy trying to duke it out on each other like it's some sort of WWE match while a fire alarm goes off in the background with Trench running around, engulfed in flames, yelling “ WHY WON'T ANYONE HELP ME?!”

Back at the turf war

Cherri Bomb slugs him on the arm “Glad you haven't changed!”

“You know you're my favorite guy to party with!”

Angel Dust grins “You know it, sugar tits!”

Cherri Bomb takes out one of her bombs facing him “You ready to finish this?”

Angel Dust grins while taking out his Thompson gun “Born ready, baby!”

Angel and Cherri pounce on Sir Pentious and his army as they prepare to clash, Charlie and Killjoy are still at each other's throats screaming, and Trench is still on fire, screaming in agony. The camera shows all the characters present, screaming as the scene turns silent.

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The royal family limousine can be seen driving back to the hotel. Charlie is hugging her knees and looking out the window. Her jacket is ruined after Katie Killjoy and her fight, while Vaggie sits next to her, glaring furiously at Angel Dust. Who is at the end of the limo Charlie sighs and glances at her girlfriend Vaggie, whose eye twitches at Angel Dust, who can be seen amusing himself by playing with the car window roller repeatedly.

Vaggie scrunches up her face, Angel Dust stops what he is doing glancing up and making eye contact “What?”

Vaggie in disbelief at his response "What?, WHAT?!, What were you DOING?! rips off a fist full of her hair of

“I owed my girl buddy a solid! Isn't that a "redeeming quality? Helping friends with stuff?” he said, rolling his eyes.

“Not with turf wars that result in territorial genocide!”

Angel Dust shrugs “Eh, you win some, you lose a few hundred.” He laughs then proceeds to play with the car window button “It wasn't that bad, anyway.” Vaggie throws a knife at the window button missing his finger by a few inches, startling him.

“Aw, come on! I had to, My credibility was on the line! I mean, what kind of reputation would I have if people found out I was tryna go clean? It just throws out my entire persona!”

brushes his hair, and suggestively pushes up his chest floof.

Vaggie did not like his response “Your credibility? What about the hotel's?!” She made a gesture “Your little stunt made us look like a fucking joke!”

Angel Dust scoffs “No, no, no, babe. The jokes are funny! I made you look... uh, sad! He lays on his stomach while kicking his legs a bit. “And pathetic! Like an orphan... with no arms... or legs... Oh! With progeria”

Charlie covers herself with her long blonde hair as Angel tries to make this situation better but fails miserably “Great! Now I'm bummed thinkin' about it!” Throws his arms in the air before starting to look around the limousine “This thing has any liquor?”

“Can you please just try to take this seriously?” Vaggie said almost in a begging tone

Angel Dust is still trying to find liquor but only found a dust bunny. He flicks it off his finger “Fine, I'll try. Just don't get your taco in a twist, baby!” snaps his finger at her while smiling” Vaggie glares at him.

“Was that you trying to be sexist or racist?”

Angel Dust groans “Whatever pisses you off more. Is there seriously no liquor in here!”

Vaggie returns to sit next to Charlie, and crosses her arms her eyes never living Angel Dust “I'm gonna kill 'im”

“Too late, toots. Wait! Would that make me double-dead? Hah, and where exactly do I go? To Double Hell? Hahahahahahahaha! Sorry, you're stuck with me, bitch - get used to it” he folds all his arms confidently.

angrily Vaggie grits her teeth ``¡Con una mierda, malparido hijo de-!” (For fuck's sake, you bastard son of-!)

“Listen, who cares if some jack-offs got hurt? Most of 'em are ugly freaks. Look around!” He looks out the limousine window, smirking “You got a bunch a fuckin' Harlequin babies down here!” He laughed at his insult.

Vaggie mumbled under her breath “You're one to talk.”

Feeling attacked by that Angel Dust looks back at her. Making her smile smugly “Hey!” Angel Dust motions to his body “This body is flawless! Everyone wants summa me,” pushes up chest fluff and takes out a letter. “and I've got the creepy fan letters to prove it!”

Takes a letter from in between his floof and reveals it to Vaggie It features a small picture of a dirty naked old man, who ironically has a "No Angel Dust'' tattoo, smothering his mouth on an Angel Dust body pillow and a message at the bottom saying "Show me your feet!! -Brynin, #1 Fan/Critic".

Vaggie growls, Charlie being silent for a while decided to speak up about his behavior “That was uncool, y'know, Angel.”

Vaggie looks at her with a surprised expression "Uncool?!, After that train wreck, there is no way anyone is gonna wanna stay at the hotel!” looks toward Angel Dust and points at him “All thanks to you and your selfish bullshit!”

“Does that mean I don't have a free room anymore?” Vaggie motions to him What do you think?"

Angel Dust snaps his fingers “Ah...well, shucks”

” Hey, come on.” Charlie removes the ruined jacket “We don't know if things are over yet! Try to relax, Vaggie.” she puts a hand on Vaggie's left shoulder “I-it'll be okay!”

Vaggie smiled softly at Charlie; her words made her feel a bit better.

They finally arrive at the Happy Hotel, Charlie opens the hotel door, revealing a very old and dirty establishment. The first thing that Vaggie does, is throw herself on the couch, facing the wall “ Ugh, Angel Dust rummages through the fridge leaning by the wall and grabbing a box of Popsies that was the only thing in there, he grabs one and puts in his mouth, and closing the fridge. “Eh, it's probably a good idea to get some actual food in this place. Y'know, to feed all the wayward souls you got in here” he laughs a bit trying to lighten up the mood, but it doesn't work he tries to comfort Charlie reaching out his hand but decides to back off.

Charlie exits the hotel and tries to contact her mother. It goes to voice mail. “Hey, Mom. I know I keep calling and you must be busy... Busy... But, um, the interview didn't go well,” she shrinks to her knees, her back against the front door “and... I don't know if I'm ever going to make a difference” tearing up as she wipes it off her face. “I don't know what I'm doing. I could use some advice, Mom. I... I think Dad was right about me... Ahah, oof. Eh, anyway…” wipes her face once more “I'll stop talking before this gets long.” before standing back up “Love you, bye…”

Charlie walks back in and leans by the door in defeat as a sudden knock can be heard from the other side of the door, surprising Charlie, she turns around to face the double doors. she contemplates whether or not to open the door but decides to open it anyway. Behind the door was the mysterious figure watching her performance from before, standing before her, and Charlie, knowing who he was, reacted with extreme shock.

“Hel-”

gets the door slammed in front of him, Charlie looks to the side for a brief moment before opening the door again, making sure she was not imagining.

“-lo!”

She slams the door in front of his face once more calling out her girlfriend's name “Hey, Vaggie?”

Vaggie, tired and annoyed about today, replied “What?”

Charlie mimicked the Deer demon's smile “The Radio Demon is at the door!”

Vaggie sits up instantly, eyes wide immediately. “What?!”

Angel Dust, who heard the commotion takes out the popsicle from his mouth “Uh... who?”

“What should I do?!” said Charlie putting both hands on her face

“Uh, well- Don't let him in!”

Charlie decides for a moment on Vaggie's advice, she decides to once more and opens the door for The Radio Demon

“May I speak now?”

Charlie puts on a brave face “You may…”

The Radio Demon reaches his hand out “Alastor! A pleasure to be meeting you, sweetheart!” he exclaimed pulling Charlie towards him “Quite a pleasure!” lets himself in (wow ok) “Excuse my sudden visit, but I saw your fiasco on a picture show, and I just couldn't resist! What a performance! Why, I haven't been that entertained since the stock market crash of 1929! Hahahahaha,” plays with his mic staff and turns his dead to face charlie “ sooo many orphans”

Vaggie holds a harpoon towards his chest making him stop walking for a moment. “Stop right there, cabrón hijo de perra (bastard son of a bitch)! I know your game and I'm not gonna let you hurt anyone here-” Angel's head pops in, unamused “-you pompous cheesy talk show shitlord!”

Alastor not scared in the slightest moves the harpoon away “ Dear, if I wanted to hurt anyone here-” his pupils turned to dials and his smiled turned wicked “-I would've done so already.”

Charlie and Vaggie gaze at him a bit perturbed as the distortion ends.

“No! I'm here because I want to help!” Alastor said making Charlie and Vaggie raise a brow

“Say what, now?”

Alastor repeats himself “Help! Hahaha, hello? Is this thing on?” taps on his mic “Testing, testing!

Alastor's Mic opens its eye “Well, I heard you loud and clear!”

Charlie was slightly confused as to why he of all wanted to help “Um, you want to help? With...?” she trails off, Alastor teleports behind the two with his shadow “This ridiculous thing you're trying to do! This hotel! I want to help you run it.”

Charlie was confused and curious “But... why?” she questioned.

Alastor laughed, “Why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute boredom! I've lacked inspiration for decades. My work became mundane, lacking focus,” shoves Vaggie away from him “Aimless! I've come to crave a new form of entertainment! Hahaha!”

“Does getting into a fistfight with a reporter count as entertainment...?”

“Hahaha! It's the purest kind, my dear: Reality! True passion! After all, the world's a stage, and the stage is a world of entertainment.” he said tilting his head to the side while smiling. (creep)

“So, does this mean you think it's possible to rehabilitate a demon?” Charlie said, smiling a bit that maybe someone finally believed in her.

Alastor laughed while shaking his hand in front of her “ Of course not! That's wacky nonsense!” shakes head back and forth “-Redemption, oh the non-existent humanity! No, no, no, no. I don't think there's anything left that could save such loathsome sinners!” looks over to Vaggie who is offended and Angel who just shrugs “The chance given was the life they lived before, the punishment is this!” puts his arms out, gesturing the entirety of Hell “There is no undoing what is done!”

“So, then. Why do you wanna help me if you don't believe in my cause?” she asked

“Consider it an investment in ongoing entertainment for myself!” Alastor said, pulling Charlie close to him while twirling her “I want to watch the scum of the world struggle to climb up the hill of betterment only to repeatedly trip and tumble down to the fiery pit of failure!” His voice slowly gets darker as he describes, His way of entertainment.

“Right.” Charlie removes his hand from her back.

“Yes, indeedy!” grabs her by the waist and drags her “I see big things coming your way, and who better to help you than I?” he said while trailing off. Leaving behind two other demons who are still in the main room.

Angel Dust leans closer to Vaggie “Uh, so... uh, what's the deal with Smiles over there?” surprised by this Vaggie responds ’Wait, you've never heard of him before? You've been here longer than me!” She did gesturing him and her, he shrugs cluelessly.

“The Radio Demon. One of the most powerful beings Hell has ever seen?” she said seeing if that would make him remember.

Angel Dust shrugs a second time, crossing his arms “Eh, not big on politics.”

Veggie rolls her eye “Ugh!, Decades ago, Alastor manifested in Hell,” leans in on Angel Dust as she begins her story

a visual presentation of Vaggie's story regarding Alastor.

“seemingly overnight. He began to topple Overlords who have been dominant for centuries. That kind of raw power had never been harnessed by a mortal soul before. Then, he broadcast his carnage all throughout Hell just so everyone could witness his ability. Sinners started calling him "The Radio Demon" (as lazy as that is). Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him to rival our world's most ancient and destructive evils. But one thing's for sure: He's an unpredictable source of danger, a wicked spirit of mystery, and a violent monster of chaos, the likes of which we can't risk getting involved with unless we want to end up erased!”

Angel Dust interrupts her thinking “Ya done?-” Laughs dryly and points at the Radio Demon, “He looks like a strawberry pimp.” Alastor made his cane appear out of a small poof of his power. Vaggie crosses her arms “Well, I don't trust him!”

‘To be fair, do you trust any man? Any men? Men?” he asked her

Vaggie ignores that. She gets up from the couch, walks up to Charlie, and grabs her by the shoulders “Charlie, listen to me. You can't believe this creep! He isn't just a happy face! He's a deal-maker! Pure evil! He can't be redeemed! ...And is most likely looking for a way to destroy everything we're trying to do!” looks over Charlie's shoulder analyzing Alastor who is checking his nails(or claws?).

“ I... we don't know that! Look, I know he's bad,” she glares at Alastor who is inspecting the royal family portrait of Lilith, Lucifer, her between them “I know he probably doesn't wanna change, but the whole point of this is to give people a chance!”

“Looks back at her girlfriend “To have faith things will be better! How can I turn someone away? I can't. It goes against everything I'm trying to do. Everything I believe in.” She gently touches Vaggie's shoulders “Just... trust me. I can take care of myself!”

Vaggie looks at her with a worried expression “Charlie, whatever you do, do not make a deal with him!”

Alastor might have heard this makes a gesture with his hand, seemingly focusing on Vaggie.

Charlie reassures her “Don't worry, I picked up one thing from my dad!” Walking backward a bit "You don't take shit from other demons!" imitating her dad's voice walks off to where Alastor was standing.

She clears her throat “Okay, so, Al. You're sketchy as fuck and you clearly see what I'm trying to do here as a joke.” As Charlie turns away, glowing red symbols start to appear beside Alastor which quickly disappear after Charlie turns back to Alastor.

“But, I don't. I think everyone deserves a chance to prove they can be better. So, I'm taking your offer to help. On the condition that there be no…” makes gestures with hands “tricks or voodoo strings attached” Alastor rolls his eyes at that last statement. Twirling his staff

“So, it's a deal, then?”

presents his hand for a handshake as green energy bursts throughout the hotel.

Charlie stares at his hand for a moment refusing his handshake “Nope! No shaking! No deals! I... hmm... As princess of Hell and heir to the throne, I, uh, hereby order that you help with this hotel. For as long as you desire.”

A howling wolf can be heard in the background as Charlie looks over to Vaggie for approval.

‘Sound fair?” Alastor thinks for a moment, rubbing his chin “Hmm... Fair enough!” retracts his mic staff*

Charlie Sighs in relief giving him two thumbs up, “Cool beans.”

Alastor walks away from her and continues to hum while looking around as he stops, he glances at Vaggie who looks away from him. “Smile, my dear!” tickles the underside of her chin this makes her mad “You know you're never fully dressed without one!” Walks away as he continues humming “So where is your hotel staff?”

Charlie glances at Vaggie who is staring at Alastor dead in the eyes “Uh, well-”

Alastor adjusts monocle “Ohohoho, you're going to need more than that.” he walks towards Angel Dust fist who is sitting leaning “And what can you do, my effeminate fellow?”

Angel Dust looks at him up and down “I can suck your dick”

Mic feedback can be heard as Alastor tries to process what he was just offered. He laughed “HAH!, No.”

Angel shrugs “Your loss.”

“Well, this just won't do!” Alastor takes out his mic staff “I suppose I can cash in a few favors to liven things up.”

At the snap of his finger, a new fireplace has replaced the hotel's worn-down one he approaches it and picks up the mysterious figure covered in soot back of its neck, which then opens its eyes and stares at the trio in front of them.

Poof!

the soot came from her tiny figure.

“This little darling is Niffty!” Alastor introduce her

Niffty drops to the floor, unaffected “Hi, I'm Niffty! It's nice to meet you! It's been a while since “I've made new friends!

“Why're you all women, Are there any men here?!” she analyzed everyone in the room before lifting Charlie with no effort she put Charlie down, and looked around the room

“I'm sorry, that's rude, Oooh, man! This place is filthy! It really needs a lady's touch!” grabs a spider and crushes it. “Which is weird because you're all ladies, no offense.”

She stares offscreen as she takes out a feather duster “Oh, my gosh! This is awful!” She yelled in shock, she quickly cleans throughout the hotel like the flash “Nope! Nope! Nope! Nope!” spots a cockroach and stabs it with a sewing pin.

The four stare at Niffty as a voice coming from an unknown cat demon can be heard nearby.lays his cards down the table

“Hah! Read 'em and weep, boys! Full Ho- “ demonic illusions and voices distort the surroundings temporarily making the cat demon look at his new surroundings “-tel? What the fuck is this?” looks around and spots Alastor, eliciting an angry purr as he points at him “You!”

“Ah, Husker, my good friend! Glad you could make it!” Alastor says with enthusiasm

“Don't you "Husker" me, you son of a bitch! I was about to win the whole damn pot!” Husk gestured to the jackpot that was on the table, as it disappeared into nothingness.

Alastor ignored all that “Good to see you too!” Walks a bit closer to husk, who's facepalms “What the hell do you want with me this time...?” Questioned Husk who gives up at this point.

“My friend, I am doing some charity work so I took it upon myself to volunteer your services! I hope that's okay!” Wrapping his arm around husk

“Are you shittin' me?!”

Alastor thinks for a moment “Hmm... No, I don't think so!”

Husk shoves Alastor off “ You thought it'd be some kind of big fucking riot just to pull me out of nowhere?!” he points at Alastor who is dusting himself off, “ You think I'm some kind of fucking clown?!”

Alastor with a grin thinks for a second “Maybe!”

“I ain't doing no fucking charity job.” Husk said arms crossed glaring at him

Alastor teleports behind him through his shadow “Well, I figured you would be the perfect face to man the front desk of this fine establishment! With your charming smile” gestures towards the bar he made out of his magic, pulls Husks's lips into a forced grin “and welcoming energy, this job was made for you! Don't worry my friend,” walks over to the bar, revealing the soles of his shoes to have deer prints for a second “I can make this more welcoming! ...If you wish.” He makes a bottle of Cheap Booze appear on top of the bar table.

Husk stares at the booze for a second “What? You think you can buy me with a wink and some cheap booze?!” Gave a wink before grabbing the booze and looking at it “ ..Well, you can!” As he chugged down the booze

Vaggie did not like this idea “Hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! No! No bar, no alcohol! This is supposed to be a place that discourages sin! Not some kind of mouth…brothel…man cave!”

Angel Dust Launches himself at Vaggie from somewhere “SHUT UP! SHUT! UP! We are keeping” This points to the bar with all his fingers. He walks up to the bar and begins to flirt at the poor cat man

“Hey~”

“ Go fuck yourself.” Said Husk Turning away from the pornstar, only for Angle Dust to cup his face.”Only if you watch me!”

Charlie rushed over there and got close to Husk's personal space “Oh, my gosh! Welcome to The Happy Hotel! You are going to love it here!” She tries to go for a handshake.

Husk reaches for his booze, ignoring her hand “I lost the ability to love years ago.” He said dryly and continued chugging down his booze.

“So, Whaddaya think?” Alastor said, Charlie replied “This is amazing!” she rubbed her cheeks excitedly.

Vaggie who is now standing up because of angle tackling her, stands their arms crossed “It's... okay.”

Alastor reels the two towards him. "Hahaha! This is going to be very entertaining!" Vaggie wiggles out of his grasp and Alastor fixes his monocle. A flame appears in his other hand and he throws it up, pushing Vaggie out of the way. His clothes changed and he bagan dancing with Charlie.

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♫ You have a dream! You wish to tell!

twirls Charlie and dresses her up turns to Vaggie who's now on the floor and look angry

♫And it's just laughable. But, hey, kid, what the hell? ♫

turns back to Charlie and tosses her mid-air. The background behind Charlie changes to neon-colored lights featuring two apples and a skull.

Alastor catches Charlie's hands and they both tap dance.

♫ 'Cause you're one-of-a-kind! A charming demon belle! ♫

The stairs flatten and they both slide down.

♫ Now, let's give these burning fools a place to dwell! ♫

dresses up the rest of the hotel staff with a snap of his fingers Shadow demons appear from the floorboards and begin playing their instruments as Vaggie tries to talk to Charlie who is having too much fun. Alastor pulls her in with him and the others as his shadow demons surround them.

Shadow Demons: Boo!

♫ Haha! Inside of every demon is a lost cause! ♫

puts a fedora on Angel's head as he snaps his fingers back at Alastor

♫ But we'll dress 'em up for now, with just a smile! ♫

He puts a hat and fur on Vaggie and slaps her butt. She throws the accessories to the floor, now enraged

Shadow Demons: ♫ With a smile! ♫

♫ And we'll chlorinate this cesspool with some old redemption flair! ♫

kicks off skull which Niffty rushes in and cleans off

♫ And show these simpletons some proper class and style! ♫

summons a shadow clone of himself

Shadow Demons: ♫ Class and style! ♫

Alastor snaps away his shadow twirls Charlie and pinches her cheeks

♫ Oh! Here below the ground, I'm sure your plan is sound! ♫

holds hands with Charlie as they both twirl, and he lets her go.

♫They'll spend a little time, down at this Hazbin Ho-♫

The hotel door explodes, ending the music and Niffty is instantly hit with it making everyone but alastor look. Charlie, Alastor, Angel Dust, and Vaggie look outside.

Sir Pentious' warship has made an appearance outside the hotel.

“Hah! Well, well, well. Look who it is harboring the striped freak! We meet yet again, Alastor!” He said looking down at the crew mostly Alastor

“Do I know you?” Replied Alastor With a Smile on his face rising a brow at this low snake demon talking to him.

Sir Pentious ego deflates at the Radio Demons reply “Oh, yes you do!, And this time, I have the element of-“ pulls a lever “SURPRISE! Ahaha! I'm so evil!”

With a snap of a finger, an otherworldly dimensional portal opens with tentacles and shadow demons emerging from it, destroying Sir Pentious' ship while he is inside. Alastor then finishes it off as he clenches his fist a few drops of blood dripping off his hand. grinning menacingly in satisfaction for a moment as the gang looked at him in shock and horror.

Alastor breaking the tension “...Well, I'm starved! Who wants some Jambalaya? My mother once showed me a wonderful recipe for Jambalaya. In fact, it nearly killed her! Hahaha! You could say the kick was right out of Hell! Ohoho, I'm on a roll! Yes, sir! This is the start of some real changes down here! The game is set! Now…”

Alastor uses his magic changing the sign atop the hotel from "Happy Hotel" to "Hazbin Hotel".

“...Stay tuned. Hahaha…” He said sinisterly

Sir Pentious is revealed to have surprisingly survived the beating served by the Radio Demon along with Egg Boi #23 (yay he's alive)

Egg Boi #23: Now will you shoot me with your ray gun?

Sir Pentious collapses from exhaustion.

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Back at the hotel

Timeskip

Charlie had fallen asleep at her work desk, she was getting everything ready for tomorrow. She was excited but also nervous about the Radio Demon helping her and the hotel. But hey you gotta start somewhere, right?

She woke and looked And saw Keekee, her cat, and the key to the hotel in front of the door. “Hey Keekee,” she said while yawning.

“Meow”

Keekee walks toward Charlie and jumps on the table in front of her

Charlie pets her with a small smile “Did Vaggie send you here or did you want anything?” Keekee purrs when Charlie scratches her head.

Keekee then hops off the desk and walks towards the door and turns around to see if Charlie would follow her. Charlie gets up from her chair and follows her furry friend.

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Left again

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“Where are you taking me, Keekee?” Charlie asked the cat, Keekee only meows in response they have been walking for a while now. Then Keekee stopped in front of a door that Charlie was for sure was never there before

It had a spade in the center and carvings of sorts

“Is this what you wanted to show me?” Charlie said looking back down at Keekee who nodded her head “I wonder what’s inside…” At first, Charlie hesitated. I mean should you open a door that appeared out of nowhere? but with a bit of determination, she reaches the door knob and opens the door.

A bright light shone through blinding Charlie, she put her hand in front of her eyes to shield them from the light. Just as it fades away she is somehow inside.

She looks at her surroundings and notices she is in a garden. But it doesn’t look like it’s from Hell it’s almost on the “Earth” She gasped in shock. She turns around and sees the door is no longer behind her “Ooh this can’t be good!” She said in full panic mode! And looks for Keekee who is no longer beside her.

“Keekee!, where are you!”

She takes off running through the garden and trying to find her beloved cat, Yelling out her name. Finally after who knows how long she was searching for KeeKee. She finally found her, Charlie sighed in relief before walking towards her, Keekee was sitting on a bench purring..

But she was not alone……

Charlie stops right behind a tree and realizes that she isn’t alone in the garden...

It was a woman sitting on the bench surrounded by purple and red rose bushes, petting KeeKee who happily purred at her delicate touch, “You are a very beautiful feline aren’t you?” Said the mysterious woman “It’s good to see you again KeeKee so much different than you were before.”

“E-excuse me, umm madam o-or ma’am..” Charlie stutters a bit trying to make herself known, she hopes to ask this lady to give her KeeKee back and see if she can help her find her way home.

“And you also brought a friend with you,” said the woman in a whisper, turning around to face Charlie “You are not from here are you, sweetheart.”

Charlie got a good look at her, she was pretty. pale skin, poofy teal hair, mauve eyes, and hibiscus red spade-shaped marks on her cheeks. She wears a long, dark purple Gothic-themed dress with a brown ring at the waist, a large black sun hat with gray and white feathers and a thorny branch, a white cravat with a light purple crescent moon on it, long mauve gloves, and black flats with pale purple socks, maroon-colored lipstick and black mascara and purple eyeshadow

“If you stare for long someone might get the wrong impression”. The lady teased Charlie, realizing her actions, and started repeatedly apologizing, historically making the women laugh “Oh, I’m just teasing you don’t take it seriously.”

“It has been trapped here for who knows how long,” she said, setting Keekee off lap, standing up and brushing off some cat fur off her dress and fixing it. “Since I met another who isn’t a statue.”

That caught Charlie off guard. “Trapped?”

“Oh!, Where are my manners, forgot to introduce myself” The lady reached out her gloved hand. “my name is Eclipsa” Charlie shook her hand “Charlie”

“Now then, now we know each other. mind telling me how you got in my mind…” she said looking at Charlie, her smile fading away from her face “because only I know and a few know about this spell, a spell that you can enter while that person is asleep or unconscious..”

Charlie doesn’t know what to say because she doesn’t know how she got here. “Well u-Um you see I don’t know how I just got here..” she said trying to answer Eclipsa's question as best as she could. This made Eclipsa look at with wide eyes her lips parted slightly. “I see…” clearing her throat “Well then that means you don’t know how to get out then..if I'm correct about this”. Putting one of her gloved hands on her chin thinking for a moment.

“Well then, we better make the most of it then it will take awhile for you to wake up” That caught Charlie’s attention in the last part. “Wake..up?” Looking around “You mean I’m stuck here..” she said in a slightly panicking tone Eclipsa noticed Charlie having a small panic attack. “Oh no!, if you said you “woke up” but you didn’t wake up you are dreaming,” Eclipsa said trying to calm down Charlie by holding her hand and making her sit at the bench she was sitting with KeeKee.

“Take a deep breath dear, can you do that for me ok?”

Charlie takes a deep breather in

“Now let it out and do it all over again, until you feel better.”

She exhales and smiles at her “thanks, I needed that.” That made Eclipsa smile.” You’re welcome. Now then how about you tell me a little bit about yourself and I will tell you a little bit about myself. To distract you from all this.”

This made Charlie feel warm inside someone who wanted to listen to her for once. She talked all about her Hotel and her friends, her amazing beautiful girlfriend, and how she wants to help her people from the extermination. And Eclipsa listens to her never once looking at her with a look of boredom or ignoring her, telling her that it’s all in her head and she needs to get her head out of the clouds. Instead, she smiles at her “Wow what an interesting idea, You will make a great ruler one day dear,” looking away for a moment before facing her “Don’t ever listen to those who bring you down, they will try to destroy what little hope you have left.”

Charlie felt something inside her, she felt appreciated. She almost cried but pushed it down as much as she could and looked at Eclipse with a look of determination.

“I promise.”

Ring

“Well it looks like our time with each other has come to an end”

“What?” replied Charlie

“You are about to wake up dear” Eclipse said pointing at Charlie's hands that were fading, and so was Keekee her tail was fading

“Wait! I am not ready to leave!. I have so much to talk about!” replied Chatiel trying to stop it from fading “Don't fight it dearly, but don't worry I'm not going anywhere. I don't have a choice in that matter,”

Eclipse replied petting KeeKee who was almost gone. “promise we will see each other again soon.” she hugged Charlie who hugged her back they both slowly sank to the ground, both sitting in comfortably while she hums before singing leaning her back against a tree.

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♫ Over, under, around, and through Grab the little Mewni rabbit and pull him through. ♫

eclipse plays with Charles's hair, KeeKee has finished fading leaving them both alone but sooner just one will remain. She cradles her like a mother comforting her child from a nightmare.

♫ Pinch it and fold it and tie it in a bow ♫

She grabs a few roses beside her, summoning a purple ribbon, and places them in Charlie’s hair making a bow with the ribbon.

♫ Like two little bunny ears made out of dough. ♫

Charlie glances up at her, she begins to sing with her. it was quite catchy and it kinda made her feel like a kid again when her parents were together and happy.

♫ Over and under, wherever you roam Sweet little Mewni rabbit, hop back home. ♫

Her eyes felt heavy and she began to drift away…

“See you soon, Morningstar…”

She watched as Charlie fades away all that was left was her presence. She blinks a few times wiping away tears.

“Lucifer you have a lovely daughter she is just like you and Lilith.”

She sighs softly, her eyes trailed off to a statue that was at the center of the garden of her prison.

“Please hold on a little longer. I will be with you both. My time here will end soon enough in this prison. Because

She looks up at the sky the sun begins to fall and the moons begins to rise.

“I have made a deal”

“And it won’t be long before that deal comes to an end…”

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