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Mic Check: Miami Heat | The Trailer

hello all and welcome to the reality show au (within an au) for reverb! This is a little bonus mini series that I’ve had in the works alongside the upcoming chapters of the story. These are some of the excerpts from dialogue of the show. I’m really excited for this one, even though it’s been ages since I’ve worked on it! I hope y’all enjoy! as always, reblogs and comments are HEAVILY APPRECIATED! it’s very hard to keep motivation for long winded series and fics when we don’t feel like anyone is paying attention.

side note: blue = narration

pink = dialogue from the ‘show’

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When you think of Miami…you think palm trees, South Beach..the glitz..fame..

“This house is literally perfect. It’s my dream home..” “it better be for $5 mil..”

“AMG is hosting the very first music festival of its kind. No other record label has done anything like this. Last year, the talent agency reportedly earned $7.2 billion—“

“You grew up sailing on a yacht. That’s some next level shit, dude!” “Yeah, it was definitely crazy.”

“You know you’ve made it when you can ride back through your old hood in a McLaren.” “And that bitch paid for too.”

“People asking for pictures and autographs when I go out is ‘sum I don’t think I can ever get used to. It’s all still new to me.”

“You’re the it girl now, get used to it.”

..and the glamor. The home to some of the biggest names in the music industry and they’re showing everyone what they’re all about..

“This is our year..believe that.”

“We’re doing our first international tour, dawg. This shit crazy.”

“This next album has to be my best..I owe that to everybody who’s supported me for the past ten years.”

“I’m gonna prove to them why I deserve to be here. This is just as much my passion as everybody else’s.”

“We’re more than just stripping or dancing, this is our art and we wanna show the world what Pole Assassins is all about.”

“You ever thought about making a solo album while Atelier Kiss is on hiatus?” “I don’t even know what that would sound like.”

“Dead Boys for Life. We doing this shit till we in the dirt.”

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..Welcome to the Magic City, like you’ve never seen it before! Watch your favorite stars as they navigate careers..

“AHHHH! IT’S SO PRETTY!..” “That's all you, baby. You earned it.”

“EJ the Don is the motherfucking blueprint. Everybody in this game has tried to imitate your style.” “There’s only one though.”

“Thank y’all so much for getting me to one million! I’m so happy right now—“

“This could be a huge opportunity for you..I think you should go for it. You could become the next big name in the modeling world if you play your cards right.”

“They want me to model for Playboy—“

“I’ve never done anything like this before..”

“I get one song to show them why I belong here. I can’t fuck this up.”

“You’re really nervous, aren’t you?” “Yeah..” “..don’t be, you earned this for a reason.”

“Can I throw up now? Because I feel like I want to..”

..love

“I just really love spending time with you. I always have so much fun when you’re around.”

“When are you gonna let me make you mine?” “When you stop playing games and ask me to.”

“That man really got you smiling like this! It’s so cute.” “Maybe I’m feeling him a lil’ bit.”

“I get to spend the rest of my life with you and that’s all that matters.”

“You wouldn’t know what to do with me..” “I can think of a couple things actually..”

“I swear, he’s everything I could ever want. I’ve never felt like this, I don’t know what to do.”

“Can I kiss you right now?” “You didn’t even have to ask.”

“After 20 years of marriage, how do you keep the spark in your relationship?” “I don’t think I can answer that on the radio.”

“I think you’re falling in love.” “What if I said I already am?..”

“All eyes are on us now. Everybody knows we’re dating.” “So let’s give them something to see, baby.”

..and..their biggest challenges! They’ll be tested beyond their limits and some..may even break.

“You abandoned me! I didn’t even know who you was..now you want to be a fucking mom?!”

“You were never a fucking dad to me. I barely even saw you and you wanna tell me what I’ve done wrong with my life?!”

“It’s been seven years since she passed away. I can’t even bring myself to go because it’ll all come back to me.”

“They tryna give me life behind this shit, dawg.” “That’s the thing about making it out. Everybody else gets left behind. The only way you can ever visit them is behind glass or at their grave.”

“I never forgave him for what happened and I don’t think I ever will. It’s some things you don’t talk about as a man.”

“Nah, I’m done playing these fucking games with you! Leave me alone.”

“My dad is sick and he wants me to take over his company. I don’t know if I can handle that responsibility.”

“It’s okay to be angry or cry, that’s what healing is all about. You’re not perfect.”

“Are you sure you wanna quit making music?” “I don’t know what I want anymore.”

“I’m just tired of feeling like I'm not being taken seriously. I’m just forever going to be the guy in second place.”

“Could we see another Mika ASH album in the future?…” “I don’t know if Mikasa Ackerman can survive that. It might kill me..”

“I’ve been fighting this addiction alone and I just can’t do it anymore.”

“I can’t afford no shit like this to happen right now. I don’t wanna go through with it..”

confronting their biggest fears..and each other.

“I always felt like you had a problem with me.”

“You just fake as hell and I can’t fake like I’m with all that.”

“You’ve always been a pussy. I don’t expect much.”

“I ain’t switch up on nobody. I grew up and that’s some shit you don’t know nothing about.”

“All you’ve ever gave a fuck about is music, nothing or no one else..” “Music is the only thing that’s never let me down. More than I can ever say for your sorry ass.”

“You let that bitch disrespect me in your face and said nothing to check her. I could never be with a man like you.”

“You gon’ tell her you’ve been fucking her man or do I have to?”

“Everybody keeps saying you’re bad for me.” “Maybe you should listen to them.”

“Bitch, I’m from that other side. I don’t do no back and forth!

“Either we all in this or Pole Assassins is done. I’m not bringing any deadweight with me to the top.”

“It just feels like I’m working so hard for nothing. Like this shit never gets easier.”

“You’ve always had a nasty spirit on you and I see why you have no friends.”

“Do you really even want to marry me? Or do you feel like you have to because you couldn’t have who you really wanted?”

“I can’t do this..oh my godddd!”

“I wonder why I’m still here sometimes. I just feel like I don’t want to see another year.”

“He’s lost his fucking mind, truly..”

“It’s them..or me. Make your choice.”

“Everybody in this room can kiss my ass. Fuck every last one of y’all and I mean that from my soul.”

Welcome to Miami!

“This is going to be crazy.”

New episodes every week!

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|The FINE Art ~ Hwang Hyunjin|

Theme: Art Student! Hyunjin x Y/N

Warnings: mention of nudity, smut, 18+, unprotected sex, the age gap Y/N is 15 years older than Hyunjin.

Word Count: 5257

Summary: Life wasn’t easy for you. You lost your job, lost your husband who remarried and took everything away leaving you only with an old, sick cat. You desperately needed money. Thankfully, your friend is an art teacher and your body is quite tempting. Especially for the young, talented student.

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“I’m sorry ma’am, but the cat needs surgery if you want it to live longer. We cannot wait long.” The vet said his verdict. Your old cat, Lemon, was ill, and you knew that. The thing was that you didn’t have enough money and you were in a really bad situation.

“How much is for the surgery?” You asked.

“It will cost about $3000 in total with all the care.” The vet answered your question and you sighed heavily. Why on Earth does it cost so much?! And more importantly - how will you gather all the money needed?

“All right… If that’ll help him, please do everything you can. I can’t lose him too.” You said tiredly.

“We’ll do everything we can to save this little boy.” The vet smiled at you honestly.

You nodded and left your cat at the vet’s clinic. It wasn’t a good timing for such expenses, but you had to do everything you could to just save your animal. You sighed heavily once again. The previous week was hard and now this. Your life was a mess. You lost the job, since your boss decided to hire “some younger girls” and you were simply too old in his eyes.

The divorce process was finally over. But unfortunately your ex-husband took everything he could, including your apartment. Because of this, you had to move in with your friend, at least until you get back on your feet again. Fortunately, Lina was happy to help you.

You returned home wasted and without your cat, which you left at the veterinary clinic. You wanted to cry. Earning $3,000 in a short time seemed unrealistic. Well, because how to do it?

"Oh Y/N are you back already?" Asked Lina peering at you from above another artwork she was working on. "Everything ok baby?"

"No, nothing is ok. Lemon needs surgery and I don't have that much money to pay for it. And I still can't find a job. Everything is falling apart for me." You sat down heavily on the couch. "And I also need to find an apartment and..."

"Woah, slow down honey. I don't mind your company. You and Lemon can stay with me as long as you need, after all, you know that.... And as for work, I think I have an idea." She smiled slightly at you. You knew that kind of smile from Lina's genre of brilliant ideas.

"Oh no, why do I feel like I'm going to regret this?" You asked, looking at your friend.

"Don't exaggerate, it's nothing like that.... Besides, we'll both benefit from it."

"Fine, what's the idea?" You asked, slightly curious.

"Great... you'll love it!" She clapped her hands.

After an hour of talking to your friend and her persuading you, you finally agreed to help her with her little project. Lina was a drawing teacher in the art department, and her students were just starting to learn how to sketch real people. They needed a model for this, since the topic was THE FEMALE BODY.

At first you had a lot of concerns. Lina wanted you to pose nude in front of a group of some of her top students. You had huge objections to this. You didn't feel like showing your body to strangers in their twenties. But you had no choice. The deal was simple, 10 sessions at $300 each, for a maximum of five hours per class. That is, two weeks of work. You were able to do it, right?

"I don't know Lina, I have to think about it..." You said, glancing at her.

"Just don't make me wait too long for your answer.... Besides, you have a beautiful body for our age, so what's the problem?" She asked lightly.

"What do you mean what's the problem? I'm supposed to show off to a group of 20-year-olds? After all, they are children!"

"Honey, these are young adults. Besides, they are just a few people. I'd rather pay you than some strangers. Think of Lemon. He needs this operation.... And if you prove yourself, who knows? Maybe I'll hire you permanently?" She persuaded you further.

" Oh, hell no... I'll find a job, eventually." You replied quickly. "But fine. I'll take part in it..." You agreed, sighing heavily. "Just so I don't regret it..."

"Believe me, you won't and you'll even like it!" She replied excitedly. "We'll start first thing tomorrow morning! Prepare yourself properly, you know, shave and.... "

"Okay, I'll prepare properly.... Anything else?" You asked in a tired voice, interrupting her sentence.

"Hm... take some clothes to change into.... And well, put on some nice underwear. Tomorrow we start with the upper body. The students will sketch your torso and breasts above all. Well, and tie your hair in a ponytail, it will be easier to see your collarbones.... But that's at ease, I'll tell you everything exactly tomorrow." She grinned. "Go rest, I still have to finish here."

You sighed heavily and went straight to the bathroom, following your friend's directions. You still weren't convinced about the idea, but the situation forced you to do so. You felt stress above all. You may have had a nice, fit body, but you certainly weren't used to showing it to strangers.

After a long and warm shower, you headed to your bedroom, where you fell asleep rather quickly. The next day would be a very long one...

The next day you got up early, got dressed and did light makeup. You left your hair loose, for now at least. Later you'll tie it up in a ponytail. Your friend had already been bustling around in the kitchen since morning.

"Good morning! Ready for today's challenges?" Asked a delighted Lina.

"Mhm, I won't be any more than I am." You muttered uneasily.

"Oh grumpy... Come on, or we'll be late." Lina didn't seem to mind your dissatisfaction.

"And breakfast?" You asked.

"We don't have time... you'll get something on the spot." Your friend waved her hand and pulled you with her to the exit. You left her apartment and headed for the car. The trip to the university didn't take long, but you were getting more and more stressed with each passing moment. No wonder, after all, you will be posing naked....

You entered the university and headed straight to the room where the classes would be held. Lina showed you everything inside and once again reminded you what to do and how to do it. Your task was quite simple. All you had to do was show some breasts and sit still on a stool for a good couple of hours.

The students began to fill the room, and you heard Lina greeting them cheerfully. You sighed quietly. It's going to be a long couple of hours.

"Dear students, I have a little surprise for you today." You heard your friend's words. "A good friend of mine has agreed to get herself acquainted with us. As I said, you will learn sketching on a living organism.... Y/N come join us and show yourself to our students."

You took a deeper breath and stepped out from behind the screen. You stressed all over. You stood in the middle, right next to your friend, trying not to catch eye contact with any of the students in the room.

You quickly swept your eyes around the room. There were eight students in the classroom, three girls and five boys. They looked rather uninterested. You glanced out of the corner of your eye at Lina, who continued her argument.

"Y/N will be our model today. Please be nice to her, she has never done this before. Today we'll take care of the upper body. Your task is to reproduce Y/N's torso and breasts. We sketch from the neck until we reach this point." Lina showed them exactly how much to sketch. "Y/N honey, take off your top and bra and sit on the stool. Do any of you have any questions?"

The students did not answer Lina's question. You, on the other hand, with slightly trembling hands, undressed from the waist up and sat on the stool. Your friend even gave you a pillow to make you more comfortable.

"Great, push your breasts out a little more and..." Lina began to correct your positioning. "Perfect! Okay darlings, you can begin."

The group of students got down to sketching. You swept your eyes around the room. Everyone was focused to make the best possible representation of your body. Lina walked among the students and glanced at their progress.

Time passed quickly. The students worked in silence. None of them had spoken a word since they entered the room. They were focused on the task at hand.

One of the men present in the room caught your attention. You had never seen such a handsome man before. He had noble features, his hair was slightly longer and black. He had an earring under his eyebrow, and a black leather jacket perfectly framed his body.

You swallowed your saliva. The man looked like a prince, and there was plenty of finesse and elegance in his movements. You honestly couldn't take your eyes off him. There was something about him that attracted you to him, something magnetic that you could not describe in words.

The man in question noticed your gaze. It was as if he sensed that you were looking at him. He raised his gaze slightly, looking deeply into your eyes, and gently raised his eyebrow. You felt a blush appear on your face and your throat suddenly became dry. A strange feeling welled up in your lower abdomen as he smiled slightly and winked at you.

"All right my dears. Let's take a break for a while." Lina suddenly announced, breaking the silence that had prevailed. "Let's let Y/N stretch her legs.... Come back here in 15 minutes and we'll continue."

The students put down their sketches and began to leave the room for the break, and Lina handed you a sweatshirt to cover yourself. She smiled warmly at you in the process.

"Well? Not so bad, huh?" She asked.

"It's fine... Although I was stressed." You replied and took a sip of water. "Your students aren't very talkative, are they?"

"As artists are."

"I thought there would be more students in the room." You said, sipping water again.

"Nah, I have a small group. But they are the best of the best.... You could say it's such a VIP class." Lina laughed. "You know, it's an extra class for the more ambitious ones."

"Oh, now I understand..." You nodded, and your thoughts fled to the mysterious boy with an earring under his eyebrow.

"Would you like to take a peek at the sketches? The students really sketched your body very well..." Lina took one sketchbook in her hand, belonging to the boy you were looking at. "Oh look, Hyunjin did it the best. That boy can perfectly render every detail.... He's my top-of-the-class student." She smiled proudly. So the boy's name was Hyunjin.

"Wow... This is amazing." You said, sincerely impressed by the way Hyunjin rendered all the details. He even sketched the delicate birthmark you had under your breast.

"Right?" Lina asked. "If you ask Hyunjin nicely, he might give you his sketch..." She winked. "He has a real talent, and by the way he looks like Aphrodite herself conceived him. He could be a model, but there's a rule at the university that students can't pose, which is a shame..." She sighed quietly. "I myself sometimes wish I could see..."

"Lina! This is your student..." reprimanded your friend.

"I know, that's why I leave some things only in dreams." She laughed quietly. "Hungry? I'll get you something to eat." As she said, so she did, quickly leaving the room.

You sighed softly and your stomach growled. Not eating breakfast before leaving was a mistake. You glanced at your watch. The break was slowly coming to an end and your friend had not yet returned with the promised food. In turn, students slowly began to return to the room.

"Hungry?" You suddenly heard a voice behind you. You turned to look at the owner. In front of you stood Hyunjin, who was a head taller than you. He smiled slightly and handed you a banana. "Eat... you've got another 2.5 hours of sitting ahead of you."

“T-Thank you…” You said, taking the banana from him and peeling it right away.

"You welcome... I wanted to say that you have really beautiful breasts." He said, looking you straight in the eye. "I can't wait for the next few days to see the rest."

"Oh thank you?" You replied slightly confused and blushed slightly.

"Nothing." Hyunjin winked at you.

"Okay, guys! We can get back to work!" Lina called as she entered the room. "Y/N, please sit down the same way you sat before. Perfect! Remember, there are 2.5 hours left until the end of time. At the end of the day, you should have at least five sketches."

Everyone went back to work. The banana Hyunjin gave you, calmed your stomach for a while. You sighed quietly, sitting half-naked on the stool. Honestly, you were counting down the minutes until the end.

Every now and then you found yourself staring at Hyunjin, who was working intently on the sketches of your body. You couldn't take your eyes off him. He was too handsome to resist. You didn't even feel that time had passed quickly.

Lina announced the end of class and let you get dressed. Students slowly began to file out of the room. You watched them leave, saying a quiet 'goodbye'. Your friend approached you after everyone else had left the room."You were great today." She grinned.

"I'm taking you to dinner, come on! And mentally prepare for tomorrow. We'll show them a little more... Can you handle it?"

"Yes, I think I can... Although I don't know if I want to show them everything." You started.

"Well, tomorrow's plan is legs... you can have a thong, we'll move on to the private parts at the end of the week, and next week we'll have poses... Well, I think you should be able to handle everything easily." Lina continued.

“Mhm, if you say so…” You muttered. The prospect of showing your private parts to students didn't make you feel optimistic, but when you thought about Hyunjin, it didn't sound so bad either...

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The week flew by very quickly. The students tried to accurately portray all the details of your body on paper. On Friday, the last day of the first week, there was a class on sketching 'private body parts', as Lina called it. And that meant you had to show your vagina.

The thought of this did not fill you with any optimism at all. You didn't want to expose yourself so much in front of the students, but Lina forced it on you. To be fair, she did suggest that she would pay you more for the day, so with a slight hesitation you agreed.

You sat in the room wrapped only in a silk dressing gown and waited for the class to start. Your friend went to talk to the dean, leaving you alone. You sighed quietly and stuck your gaze into your phone, trying to calm your thoughts.

Hyunjin entered the room, but you were so busy with your social media that you didn't notice his presence. The boy walked over to his stand and unpacked all the necessary items before turning towards you.

"Hi pretty." He said in a velvety voice, snapping you out of your activity. "What are you going to show us today?" He asked and winked slightly.

"Ekhm... Private parts." You replied feeling a little intimidated, looking up at him.

"And you're convinced about that?" He asked. "You look confused and scared."

"Well, it's certainly quite a step out of my comfort zone.... But I can't back down now." You answered honestly.

"I understand... If it's any comfort to you, I'll try to replicate everything very accurately." He smiled.

"Thanks I guess..." She grunted. "I've seen your work before. You have great talent," he said.

"Thank you, beautiful." He smiled warmly at you. "But the credit goes to the model I sketch." He winked, and a blush appeared on your cheeks. "It suits you this colour, you know? I wish I could paint a picture of you. In a red see-through nightgown.... What do you think?"

"A painting?" You blinked, not expecting such a proposal. "I don't know..."

"I have to create a portfolio for the final exam.... I've already painted three paintings of my friends, but I still have one left. And you are beautiful. I'll pay." He replied, watching your reaction.

"I have to think about it..." You replied, but didn't finish the sentence because he walked in on you in mid-word.

"I understand." He replied and wrote something down on a piece of paper. " Here, this is my phone number, if you make a decision, just text me..." He handed you a small piece of paper with the number on it. "Just don't make me wait too long for an answer, lovely."

"R-right." You replied and hid his number in a safe place.

The rest of the students entered the room, along with your friend, who smiled broadly at you. She welcomed the students and gave them the guidelines for the assignment.

"Well Y/N. Sit with your hands behind your back and push your chest forward a little too. And spread your legs..." She said to you and helped you adjust your position. "My dears, you may begin. "

Sitting apart in front of a group of people has not been one of the most comfortable activities in your life. However, you didn't pay much attention to it yourself. Your thoughts were consumed with Hyunjin's proposal. Should you accept it? He said he would pay, and so far there was no indication that you would find a job....

You decided to give it a chance and agree to his proposal. After all, it's just another day's work as a "model." You survived a whole week in front of students, you'll survive being alone with Hyunjin too.

Before you knew it, the class was over and the students had left the room, and you were free to get dressed. Lina was still talking to individuals while you typed Hyunjin's number into your phone. You made up your mind and as soon as he left the room, you texted him.

[Y/N]

Ok. I agree.... When do you want to do it? ~ Y/N

[Hyunjin]

Wonderful news sweetheart! Let's meet tomorrow evening at my place. Remember, red nightgown 😘

He wrote back almost immediately. You swallowed your saliva. What are you actually doing?

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The next day you went to the address Hyunjin sent you in a text message. You were stressed. You didn't know what it should look like or how long it would take. Your body trembled and your mind wandered into dangerous territory. You felt both apprehension and excitement about the whole situation.

You stood in front of the door of his apartment. You took a few deep breaths and knocked gently. You waited, listening for the sound of footsteps. After a while, the young man opened the door for you and let you in with a smile.

"I'm glad you agreed." He said, taking over your coat from you. "Make yourself comfortable... Would you like something to drink before we start? Coffee? Tea? Water? Maybe wine?"

"Water is enough... Although I won't actually despise wine either." You replied and timidly entered his living room.

The room was large, definitely bigger than your friend's entire apartment. Not surprising, after all, Hyunjin lived in one of the more expensive neighbourhoods in your city. The white leather furniture, laced with gold accessories, perfectly matched the aura that this man was producing. Everything seemed truly royal.

"Wow." You gasped in awe.

"Do you like it? My parents made sure I was comfortable in the city.... Would you like a tour of the apartment?" He asked, handing you a glass of red wine.

"I'd love to... If I can, of course." You accepted the drink from him and took a sip.

The boy showed you his entire apartment. He had three bedrooms, but he had transformed one into a studio, and the other was used as a dressing room.

"Okay, ready for us to start?" He asked as you walked through the apartment.

"I think so." You replied hesitantly.

"Great!" He smiled broadly. "Come on, I'll paint you in the studio... I'll get everything ready and you can go and change in the bathroom. Leave when you're ready. It'll take me a while to paint though... It'll take all weekend, actually. But like I said, I'll pay. $1000 is enough?"

"H-how much?" You were stunned when you heard the amount he gave.

“If it's not enough, just tell me…” He replied, watching you.

"Not enough? I didn't expect it to be so much..." You started. "It's too much…"

"Hmm... I don't think so." He shrugged. "We'll talk about it later... You can go change in the bathroom now and I'll set everything ready here." He said, unimpressed.

“Sure…” You replied and headed to the bathroom. $1000 to pose? You were shocked. How much money does this young man actually have?

After a few minutes you were ready. You looked at your reflection in the mirror. You were wearing a slightly see-through red nightgown that hugged your body perfectly and highlighted all your curves. You decided to leave your hair down, but you put a small decoration in it. You fixed your delicate makeup and went out to Hyunjin.

"Wow, you look amazing." He said as soon as he noticed you. "Like I said, this colour suits you very well."

"Thank you." You replied, slightly embarrassed.

"Okay, you can lie down." He pointed to a small sofa in the center of the room. "I would like you to lie down comfortably, and if you want to sleep, just close your eyes. The only thing that matters is that you stay in the position I put you in."

“Sure, I can do it…” You replied and followed his directions. You settled into a comfortable position on the sofa and Hyunjin stood over you. He leaned down gently and positioned your body. His touch was pleasant. You felt the nice warmth radiating from his body.

"Perfect." He said and smiled contentedly. "Okay, let's get started. If you want a break then say so."

Hyunjin began to paint. You lay there without moving, watching his every move. You began to wonder how it was that your life had brought you to the point where you were.

Hyunjin painted in concentration, and there was silence between the two of you. You didn't seem to mind. You felt your eyelids become heavy and you didn't even know when you fell asleep.

You woke up after some time and stretched slightly. It was already twilight outside. You looked around the room you were in. Hyunjin was nowhere to be found. You stood up and stretched your stagnant body again. You were curious to see how Hyunjin's progress was going, but before you could get closer to the painting, the door of the room opened.

"Oh, you're awake already." Hyunjin smiled slightly. "Hungry? Come, I've prepared dinner."

Only when the boy mentioned food did you feel that you were actually hungry. You followed him into the kitchen, where delicious smells were coming from.

"You are handsome, you paint and you cook. Is there anything you can't do?" You asked, sitting down at the table. Hyunjin glanced at you laughing.

"Thank you for the compliment, beautiful." He winked, at which you blushed. He served you dinner and you began to eat.

"Enough with the painting for today, it's late." Hyunjin said. "If you want, you can stay the night.... We'll start again first thing tomorrow morning anyway."

"I don't want to get..." You started.

"But that's not up for discussion." He interrupted you in mid-sentence. "It's late, I don't want you to go home when it's dark outside.... I'll prepare a bed for you."

"Hyunjin, but really..." You started again but his one look left you unsure what to say next. "Okay. I'll stay the night."

"Great." He smiled at you. "Come on, I'll give you something to sleep on..."

" You know, after all, I can sleep in what I'm wearing." You replied while watching him.

"Believe me, if you stay in this red nightgown, I won't hold back." He replied with full seriousness.

"Oh..." You made a sound. " All right..."

You followed him to his dressing room, which occupied the other room. Hyunjin walked over to a cabinet and pulled out an oversized hoodie and handed it to you. "It should fit." He smiled slightly.

"Thank you." You replied with a slight smile. "I'll take a shower."

Hyunjin nodded and you parted the rooms. You went to the bathroom to take a quick shower, and a pleasant feeling once again settled in your lower abdomen. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was in the bedroom preparing a place for you to sleep.

After some time, you came out of the bathroom in his hoodie. You could smell his perfume lingering on his clothes. You smiled slightly, to yourself. His scent was so soothing.

"Do you like the smell?" You suddenly heard his voice behind you, at which you jumped slightly.

"Y-yes." You stuttered, at which the boy smiled.

"I have to say, no matter what you're wearing, you're every bit as beautiful." He said, walking closer to you. "I like you Y/N."

"Thank you, I guess..." You took a gentle step back unsure of where this conversation was leading.

"When I say I like you, I really mean it." Hyunjin leaned slightly over you and brushed lightly against your waist. You swallowed your saliva as you looked straight into his eyes, your back resting against the wall. Hyunjin was leaning with his hand right next to your head and his body was leaning against yours. You bit your lip slightly and gently moved your legs, feeling yourself slowly getting wet. The situation you found yourself in was definitely not on your bingo card.

"Hyunjin, we don't..." You began, trying to keep up any semblance of a smile yet. However, his closeness and magnetic scent were too tempting to resist.

"Shhhsh." The boy moved his thumb over your swollen lips. "You don't even realise how sexy you look right now." He whispered in your ear while biting your earlobe, which was met with a quiet sigh that left your lips. You felt his gentle smile as he moved closer to your neck and gently moved his velvety lips across it. "You like it." He stated, observing your reaction to his touch. "I wonder if you'll like this too." He added and moved his hands a little lower, slipping them under the hoodie.

"Hyunjin, it's not..." You started, but feeling his long fingers glide across your skin, leaving goosebumps on it, you were unable to control your senses. Hyunjin's lips attacked your neck more boldly, and you tilted your head further back so he could have better access.

Hyunjin glided his lips along your neck looking for weak spots, and once he found them, he immediately started leaving red hickeys in those spots, which was met with your moans of approval.

You rested your hands on his torso, and the young man delicately lifted you up, grabbing your buttocks. You put your legs around his waist as his lips found their way right to yours.

"I want you." He whispered, brushing his lips lightly against yours. "And I know you want me too. Say it."

"Please." You said quietly.

"You're asking? For what?" He asked backing away slightly which was met with your disapproval.

"Kiss me, please." You moaned pleadingly. Hyunjin smiled at you and pressed his lips into yours. His kiss was firm and forceful, but that's what you liked best. You moaned blissfully into his mouth as he grabbed your buttocks tighter. Hyunjin took this as a sign of approval and carried you to his bedroom.

Hyunjin put you on the bed immediately, finding himself above you. His knee came between your legs pressing lightly on your spot. He leaned over a little more and cupped your hoodie with his hands.

"You are phenomenal." He said, watching you. His hands moved over every bare patch of your body, exploring every inch of it. Following his hands, Hyunjin placed you on the bed immediately finding himself over you. His knee came between your legs pressing lightly on your spot. He leaned over a little more and cupped your hoodie with his hands. His hands moved over every bare patch of your body, exploring every inch of it. His hands were followed by his lips, which also explored your body. He left wet footprints in his path, interspersed with huge hickeys.

You moaned blissfully when his lips found their way to your lower abdomen. You felt his smile against your skin. Hyunjin gently spread your legs and moved his hand over your core. Your reaction encouraged him to continue.

He bit lightly on the inside of your thighs, which was met with your slight jump. His strong hands, however, held your body as his mouth took up your pussy, embracing it completely.

You moaned loudly and slid your hand into his hair. You pulled his hair gently as his tongue penetrated your insides, melting with pleasure.

Hyunjin drove you to pleasure, and your body arched in an accompaniment of moans. The young man licked and returned his lips to your mouth, kissing you. You immediately responded to his kiss, hungry for his velvety lips.

Your hands moved over his body. You wanted to get rid of his clothes as quickly as possible. Hyunjin laughed quietly.

"So eager, huh? Patience darling, be good and you'll get what you deserve." He said amused and helped you undress himself. Once he was standing naked, you moved your hands over his penis, which was already ready for use. "I don't have condoms..." The boy began.

" Doesn't matter, I want to feel you, now, right now, please!" You moaned needily.

"I like the way you are asking." He snarled quietly and slid his full length into you.

"Oh yes!" You whined loudly and moved your hands down his back as he began to move.

His movements became faster and less precise. He went deep, perfectly attacking your g-spot. Your and his moans filled the entire room.

"Hyunjin! I…" You started digging your nails into his soft skin.

"Come on baby, cum for me." He groaned loudly. "Fuck!"

"I'm cumming!" You moaned loudly, clenching around him.

A few seconds later, you felt warmth spreading through your insides. Hyunjin collapsed on top of you after a moment, his head resting between your full breasts. You were both breathing heavily.

“You are my muse." He murmured after a while. "Be my muse forever?"

"With pure pleasure." You replied quietly, gently stroking his back, making him smile.

"You know what? You are the FINE art." He said. "My muse."

And After an eventful night, you both fell asleep cuddling together.

-> Masterlist

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narcissosbythepool · 3 days

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More Rosie AU!

Nikolai meets baby Rosie for the first time, meanwhile Price and Gaz have a mushy post-mission reunion. Companion fic to @imrowanartist's art, which you can find here!

Tags: established pricegaz, fluff, humor

“How long, Nik?”

“Sit still, old friend,” Nikolai says with a tight smile, “or I will toss you out of the helicopter. Understood?”

John grumbles something rude under his breath. Lucky for him, the engine’s noise is too loud for Nikolai to hear his words. Ghost’s snarky laughter filters through either way.

They’re almost at Credenhill, so close in fact, that Nik can see the tarmac in the distance, but he’s not going to tell this tidbit of information to John yet.

It’s been a long mission.

Once he begins landing, Nikolai notices something.

“Captain,” he laughs, “you have a guest.”

“Is that so?” John sounds pleased.

“Yes— oh, two guests.”

In the distance, Nikolai can barely make out Gaz and the little bundle in his arms that must be a baby. Nikolai hopes Gaz brought some hearing protectors, and looking again, it does seem like Rosie is sporting familiar yellow earmuffs.

The second they land, John strips out of his gear, divesting himself of his helmet and the tac vest as fast as possible so that he’s just in his fatigues. He basically rips the door open, ducking to avoid the blades as he exits the vehicle in a rushed jog. Nikolai hears Ghost mutter something he can’t quite care to make out, but it makes Soap laugh.

Nikolai glances at the tarmac just to see that John’s light jog has turned into a run and Gaz bursts into laughter as well – so that’s what gets you running, Nik thinks and chuckles at the sight. Baby Rosanna looks slightly lopsided in Gaz’s arms, perhaps still asleep – an impressive feat considering how loud the tarmac is and how hard Gaz is laughing at her Da. When John finally slows down to a walk so he doesn’t barrel into his partner and child and knock them over, Nikolai stops paying attention. He lets the engine cool down before disengaging the clutch, the rotors slowly winding down before he finally shuts down the engine. He does the last checks, checks the instrument panel, and when everything seems to be in order he joins the rest of the team on the tarmac. Ghost and Soap have already reached John and Gaz, Soap saying hello to Rosie, who’s now blinking herself awake as Gaz transfers her for John to hold. Ghost ruffles Kyle’s hair as he passes, dodging a revenge swat at his hand.

Soap finally leaves with a comment that Nikolai cannot hear but which makes John roll his eyes, and then he gets the front row seat to the nauseating display of John reuniting with his family. Rosie blinks at her Da and John speaks to her softly, raising her in his arms to press a kiss on her forehead. The baby goes cross-eyed staring at him and Gaz laughs at her confused expression as John swipes his daughter’s nose with the tip of his finger, looking every bit the part of a devoted father. Then he turns his attention to his beau and they stare at each other with matching giddy grins. Gaz’s arm lands on John’s, and then John dips in and they fall into a deep but gentle kiss.

Nikolai shakes his head. John was whiny the entire mission, staring at his phone and sighing like a forlorn maiden, and it was only through the last dredges of goodwill and empathy that Nikolai didn’t just leave him behind. But, he has to admit, it is cute to finally see them like this, as a happy little family – all out in the open this time. John was so miserable, before. Years he pined away without realising, and when he finally did realise his feelings for the Sergeant, he punished himself for it like a repentant monk. Even after they got together, it seemed like John operated under the notion that they were constantly on borrowed time and it could run out at any time.

Nikolai doesn’t blame him. Time does run out sometimes, and they are both familiar with the kind of loss and heartbreak that comes with fate deciding that time is up, going home empty-handed. Nikolai had watched heartbreak and grief etch itself into John’s features, afraid that the stain of betrayal would forever be imprinted on his bruised heart. It was an ugly thing, cultivated through good intentions and the staunch belief that it was somehow deserved, that it was atonement for whatever crime John had committed. But even then, fate was not done with him.

Sometimes, solar material hovering in the sun's atmosphere erupts into space – a whip-like lash of magnetic energy, travelling at frightening speeds in the cold of space. To Earth, it shows up as colourful flashes of aurora borealis.

Gaz came into their lives like one such cosmic event.

Nikolai remembers how he used to watch the two, their heads pressed together over plans and shared stories. How the waning light would colour Gaz’ brown skin golden. Nikolai gets it – if he was blessed by the presence of such a sun god in his life, he would certainly fall too. Who could blame anyone for wanting a closer glimpse, even if it burned? And John had looked at Gaz like he was spun from that golden hour.

It was very embarrassing to watch, at the time.

Not much less embarrassing than it is now.

“Make way,” Nikolai announces himself and the two startle, separating like teenagers caught making out. “The reason your baby exists is here and I demand to see her.”

Gaz chokes on a laugh, wiping his mouth, but he makes way for Nikolai and John turns so that Rosie is better visible for him.

She is a cute one, Nikolai will admit. She’s a couple of months old now, Nikolai can’t really tell the exact age with babies this small, and she’s blinking up at him with her huge, brown eyes. He can see the resemblance to her parents immediately, as if there was ever any doubt, and he takes a moment to be privately satisfied with himself. John may not admit it (and they’ve argued over this), but Nikolai is the reason this little miracle is here. Had he not talked to John, they might still be stupid and miserable about this whole thing.

“Can I?” he asks, and ignores how his throat feels a little thick. John gives him an amused look but is wise and keeps his damn mouth shut, then hands Rosanna over to Nikolai. He takes her in his arms, supporting her head before John can even say a word, and then a smile breaks on his face, unbridled.

“Hello, Rosichka,” he tells her in Russian. He vaguely notes John glancing at Gaz, who just grins. “You’re lucky you got your looks from Gaz.”

The grin drops a smidge.

“That was my name.”

“It was,” Nikolai refuses to translate. Rosie simply blinks at him.

Yeah, damn cute. Nikolai can excuse the running.

“Are you going to give her back?” John asks. Rosie slowly stretches her hand out and grabs the edge of Nikolai’s flight suit, squeezing the zipper for dear life.

“No,” Nikolai says. “You can be disgusting with Gaz now, I’ve got her.”

“Disgusting—” John sputters. Gaz laughs again, cupping John’s cheeks and pulling him into another kiss, this time noisy and theatrical. Nikolai manoeuvres past them with Rosie in his arms and walks towards the base where Soap and Ghost disappeared ages ago.

It’s about time he finally gets to know little Rosichka.

END

#pricegaz #rosie au #gazprice #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #narcissosbythepool #cod fanfic #implied trans pregnancy #cod #this was a fun one to write #also the companion art is to DIE for

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sleepnowmychild · 1 day

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From no belief in particular to Helpol

Just because I find it interesting that so many helpol people and pagans in general seem to be ex-biblical religions, here’s a slightly different story for you.

I never grew up religious. My dad is actually very anti-religion because of the sheer amount of people who use religion as a weapon to discriminate, and the way many churches can become almost like a tiny cult. But my mums side of the family is Italian Christians (don’t ask me how my parents were even together at one point because I have no clue). So on one side I had my dad telling me to never trust a pastor and that he’d never let me set foot in a church and my Italian grandparents going all in on Christmas family reunions with the nativity scene set up and crosses on all their cards and church Christmas morning.

It made me very neutral. I didn’t care what existed, I was just a kid who was exited to pick grapes on our vineyard (which looking back, the fact I lived in a vineyard and made wine is very,,, hello Dionysus) and get days off school for Christmas holidays etc. I didn’t believe in the Christian god, but as a kid I did believe in an afterlife. I think because it’s easier to process that as a kid than death being just nothingness.

In primary school, we did a whole term in Greek mythology. My first ever myth was echo and narcissus and I still have the painted tea towel I made with echo on it for the art potion of that class. I got very obsessed, very quick, as undiagnosed autistic kids do. I loved mermaids and sirens, nymphs and the sailing part of all the war myths. I’ve always had this deep link to the water, not just the sea but rivers and lakes, any water you can swim in. You’d think I’d end up a Poseidon or Aphrodite devotee because of that huh? Point is I heard the Greek myths young, and because those myths also have Roman equivalents, when my Italian family heard I was obsessed I’d get the Roman version of the stories from them.

For years I was just mythology obsessed with no particular beliefs. I didn’t like how hardcore my Italian family was in their ‘everything is a sin’ mentality and I also felt it was a bit mean of my dad to say every single religious person is a monster. As I came to realise I was trans and bi at around 15, suddenly I was privy to the sheer amount of queerphobia in religion. Turned me away from most of them hardcore. But by the time I was 17, I’d stumbled on the reason those shops with the crystals and little mythology statues exist. Because the old gods of mythology were still worshipped.

I don’t actually remember when I got claimed by Hypnos, but he definitely claimed me. I’d always liked him as a concept because he’s much more chill than some of the more intense gods, but he slowly started creeping into my life when I’d see something and go ‘Hypnos would like that’ or I’d jokingly be like ‘I’m so tired, knock me out Hypnos’ and I WOULD fall asleep easier that night. I can’t exactly explain why, but I’ve got this deep connection to the river Lethe as well. Although not in the sense Lethe is a god, in the sense of its connections to Hypnos. Like there’s a siren of the Lethe inside me screaming to go back home.

In all honesty, there was never a solid moment I was like “I’m helpol now” it just kind of happened. The gods, especially Hypnos snuck into my life back in primary school and slowly made their presence more and more known over the years. And I was fine with that, because this is what my Roman ancestors would have been doing, and this is a religion that doesn’t hate me for being queer.

This got long, I’ll cut it short here. But that’s a perspective from someone who never grew up religious for you.

#hellenic polytheism #hellenic deities #hellenic pagan #hellenic worship #hellenism #hypnos devotee #hypnos god #greek mythology #hypnos deity #cthonic gods #hellenic polythiest #hellenic polytheistic #hellenic gods #hellenic community #helpol

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made4radio · 1 day

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Ready or Not [Ch.3]

Explicit | Multi-Chapter | Alastor Art by @lustylita

Pairing: Human!Alastor x OFC

Content Warning(s): Alcohol, Mentions of past abuse and family issues - if I missed anything please let me know!

Word Count: 2.4K

[Previous]

The golden lights overhead illuminated Alastor's caramel-colored skin, adding a warm glow to his features as he meticulously polished a glass behind the bar. The speakeasy was alive with the low murmur of conversations and the occasional clink of ice against glass, creating a lively atmosphere that filled the room. Alice sat alone on her stool, her friends still nowhere in sight.

"Is this where you work?" she asked, leaning her elbows on the smooth dark wood of the bar, her emerald eyes fixed curiously on him.

With a toothy grin, Alastor placed the sparkling glass on its shelf and replied, "Heavens, no! Mine is the voice that serenades the city at night; I host a rather popular radio show, if you recall."

Alice felt her cheeks flush with warmth as she tucked a coppery lock behind her ear. "Oh yes, I think I remember you mentioning that," she admitted sheepishly.

"Nothing to be embarrassed about, my dear," He reassured her, his deep amber eyes twinkling with amusement above his thin glasses. "But if you ever find yourself awake at those late hours, you should tune in. My broadcasts are quite a treat, if I do say so myself."

A blush crept onto Alice's freckled skin as she bit her bottom lip lightly. "I'd love to," she confessed. "But unfortunately, I don't own a radio."

"Well, that is a shame," Alastor responded, his lips curling into a half-smile. "We'll just have to fix that now, won't we?"

The girl laughed, a sound that seemed to dance through the air like a delicate melody. "Perhaps one day. For now, I’ve gotta save every penny I can. I want to find my own place instead of relying on Miss Anjanae's kindness."

There was a momentary silence as Alastor's expression softened into something contemplative. He poured himself a ginger ale, the fizz of the carbonation breaking the tension. As he brought the glass to his lips, his gaze never left Alice.

"Saving is a wise choice," he murmured after taking a sip. "Independence is a precious thing. Precious and rare." His voice held a hint of darkness, a shadow that flickered just beneath the surface, as fleeting as the smile that graced his well-defined lips.

Alice's nod was slow, thoughtful. She found a truth in his words that resonated deeply within her. For a heartbeat or two, the barroom's cacophony seemed to recede into a hush, leaving the two of them adrift in their own island of quiet understanding.

"Independence is precious," she finally said, her voice low and steady.

"Indeed it is," Alastor agreed, his gaze lingering on her with an intensity that made her feel as if he could see right through her. His silence was probing, expectant, until it wasn't—until he shattered it with a question that sounded too casual to be innocent. "So tell me, how does a dame like you end up living with my dearest mother? Surely there's a beau out there just dying to make you his pretty little wife."

The words, delivered with a teasing lilt, had Alice's freckles flaring to life against her porcelain skin. The indignation sparked within her, and yet she couldn't help but laugh—a light, airy sound that belied the tightness in her chest.

"Mr. Alastor, I think I might need something stronger to drink if we're going to venture down that particular path," she retorted.

"Is that so?" His smile was a sly curve of lips as he leaned back against the polished wood of the bar. "What's your poison, then, sweetheart?"

"I- I've never actually..." Her admission was a whisper, suddenly shy beneath his penetrating gaze.

"Never?" His eyebrow arched in genuine surprise. "Well then, let me fix you up something nice." Alastor set about his task with the grace of a maestro, the clink of ice against glass punctuating each deliberate movement. He presented her with an Old Fashioned, the amber liquid swirling seductively as he slid it across the bar to her.

"Go on," he urged. "Just take it slow."

Alice brought the glass to her lips, the rich scent of whiskey wrapping around her senses before she took a tentative sip. The burn was immediate, fierce, searing a path down her throat and eliciting a cough from her unaccustomed palate. But as the heat subsided, it left behind a complex warmth that was somehow... comforting.

"Small sips," Alastor advised softly.

She nodded, following his counsel, finding her rhythm with the drink. Emboldened by the Old Fashioned's fiery embrace, Alice began to unravel the thread he'd tugged at.

"My father," she started, the words coming easier now, "he made arrangements with one of his buddies for me to marry his eldest son."

"Ah," The man murmured, leaning forward, his interest peaking as he rested his elbows on the bar, glasses glinting in the low light.

"Yes, 'ah,'" The girl echoed, rolling her eyes. "They're rather well-off, you see. My father... he believes this will secure my future, ensure I'm taken care of." A bitter note crept into her voice, belying the sweetness of her demeanor. "But the man... I can't stand him."

"Rebellious little thing, aren't you?" The edge in his voice wasn't unkind; rather it held a note of respect.

"Perhaps," she conceded, taking another careful sip of her drink. "So, I rejected the proposal. My father—he didn't take it well and I couldn't bear the thought of living under the same roof as him anymore. He’d always been a wrathful man, but I fear I really pushed him over the edge…So, I packed a bag and left."

"My, where did you go?" His curiosity was palpable, his lean frame coiled like a spring, ready to absorb every detail she offered.

"Anywhere. Everywhere. Slept in the park for a few nights," she confessed, her voice a mere murmur over the rim of her glass. "Until I met Miss Anjanae."

"Mother has always had a soft spot for strays," He sighed, his smile tinged with fondness for a moment before it sharpened again. "And she took you in?"

"Like an angel," Alice said, her gratitude clear in her shining eyes. "Fed me, let me wash up, and in return, I helped around the house. And then we came to an agreement that I could stay."

"That is quite the tale, my dear," Alastor mused, his voice a low purr that seemed to vibrate through the smoky air between them. "You've got spunk. Can't say I'm not impressed."

"Well, thank you," Alice replied, her gaze unwavering even as the edges of her world softened with the whiskey's embrace. "I do believe I'll need all the spunk I can muster."

The man leaned forward, his eyes locked onto Alice's as he asked the question that had been burning in the back of his mind. "So, I simply have to know - what is it about this man that you find so disagreeable?"

Her lip caught between her teeth, Alice's gaze flickered away, a tumult of thoughts wrestling within her. He noted the hesitation, the vulnerability in the clench of her jaw. "You don't have to share anything you're not comfortable with, cher," he said softly, his voice a soothing balm that seemed to seep into her very soul.

A warmth spread through her chest, a sensation she hadn't felt in ages. It was as if the man’s words wrapped around her like a protective cloak. How strange it was that this man, whom she half expected to judge or dismiss her, offered solace instead. A prickle of tears threatened her control, and she blinked rapidly in a futile effort to keep them at bay.

"Please, don't apologize," she murmured when she saw his expression fall. "It's not your fault. Not at all."

But the tears betrayed her, one escaping to trace a path down her cheek. Before she could react, Alastor's hand was there, his touch surprisingly gentle against her skin. His thumb swept away the moisture, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "We can't have you ruining your lovely face over such trifles," he quipped, trying to lift the somber mood.

The laugh that bubbled from her lips was unexpected, a sound that seemed foreign to her own ears. His hand lingered, warm and reassuring, before finally retreating, much to her silent dismay.

Drawing in a steadying breath, Alice found the courage to reveal the truth. "Louis... he's a brute, a child in a man's body who throws tantrums when he doesn't get his way." The words poured out of her, a dam broken. "He has no regard for anyone else's feelings, only his own entitlement. And—" Her voice dropped to a whisper, "he's violent. He's…put hands on me before."

The atmosphere shifted, charged with an invisible current as Alastor's demeanor changed, a shadow falling over his features. "I see," he stated, the two simple words hanging heavily between them.

The weight of her confession hung in the air, a thick fog of vulnerability that she had never intended to wade into. The silence stretched between them, taut as a violin string, until his voice cut through, soft yet steady. "In that case," he said, "you can feel free to stay as long as you need." A smile danced on Alice's lips, fragile and hopeful. This night was blossoming into something unexpectedly pleasant.

She once more glanced around the dimly lit speakeasy, realizing her friends were still nowhere to be found. Yet, with Alastor's presence, their absence became an afterthought. He was the last person she expected to find comfort in, but there they stood, two kindred spirits adrift in the same stormy sea.

The band struck up a new melody, slow and beckoning, stirring the smoky air with its sultry notes. Alastor leaned toward her, the scent of sandalwood teasing her senses. "Ever danced before?" he queried, a playful lilt in his transatlantic accent.

"Of course I've danced before," She chuckled, her voice barely above a whisper, betraying her rising excitement.

"Not like this, you haven't," He countered, his hand finding hers with confident ease. He led her onto the dance floor, where shadows played across the faces of the other dancers, all lost in their own worlds.

Close to him now, she felt the solid strength of his body as he pulled her nearer than any gentleman ought. Towering over her by nearly a foot, Alastor was the embodiment of masculine elegance—his broad shoulders tapering down to a trim waist that contrasted sharply with her petite frame. She was porcelain to his caramel, a delicate doll encircled by his protective embrace.

They moved together, bodies swaying to the rhythm, two souls momentarily entwined. After a few heartbeats, curiosity bubbled up within Alice, compelling her to ask, "So, what's your story? Surely you’ve got a wife at home?"

His giggle vibrated through her. "If I had a wife, I certainly wouldn't be here, dancing with a pretty, young thing like you," He replied.

A flush warmed her cheeks, the heat of it reaching the tips of her ears. "So why have you never married? Surely there are plenty of ladies eager to take you off the market."

"Ah, relationships," he mused, his gaze never leaving hers as they spun slowly. "I've had a couple, but none substantial enough to capture my interest for long. I simply moved on."

As they glided across the dance floor, she sensed the layers of Alastor's enigma wrapping tighter around her curiosity. "So, you're content being a bachelor then?" she pressed, searching his face.

"Perfectly content," he affirmed, his voice soft as velvet. "Some things aren’t meant to be sought-out, my dear - they simply come to you when they do, regardless of whether or not you are ready for them."

And in that moment, with the music enveloping them and Alastor's arm possessively around her waist, Alice couldn't help but wonder if she'd unwittingly stumbled upon one of those unexpected instances herself.

The warmth of his hand on her waist seeped through the fabric of her dress, igniting a fire that flickered beneath her skin. Their shared smiles, once carefree, now held a weighted tension as the heat between them thickened.

Alastor's gaze ensnared hers, his amber eyes smoldering with an intensity that made her heart race. He swallowed hard, the movement of his Adam's apple stark against the low lighting, drawing her attention to the sharp line of his throat. As he leaned in, the space between them dwindled until only a breath remained, his face so close she could count the dark lashes that framed his piercing gaze.

Alice's eyes fluttered shut, the world falling away until there was only the anticipation of his lips pressing against hers. Instead, his breath danced across her skin, a teasing caress that traced the curve of her cheek before coming to rest at the shell of her ear. His voice, low and rough, sent shivers down her spine. "I think it's time I get you back home."

Eyes snapping open, Alice's cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and longing. She'd been spellbound by his charm, the gentle strength of his grip, and how effortlessly he led her across the floor. With a nod, she accepted his subtle cue to depart, her body still thrumming with unfulfilled desire.

"Let's," she agreed, her voice a whisper lost amidst the fading music.

Alastor offered his arm, and together they stepped out of the haze of the speakeasy, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth they left behind. The city was hushed, save for the distant echo of a streetcar and the soft click of Alice's heels on the pavement. Midnight had long since passed, the moon hanging heavy in the ink-black sky.

"Get some rest," Alastor said as they approached her front door. "I will be joining you and mother for dinner this evening."

"Thank you," She answered with a smile, "I’ll look forward to seeing you, then."

As she reached for the door handle, his voice halted her movements. "Alice," he called out, a note of urgency in his tone. She turned to find him staring intently, his silhouette etched against the streetlights. "Please don't mention tonight's activities to my mother. She'd be beside herself to know I set foot in a place like that."

A giggle escaped her, light and airy. "Your secret is safe with me," she promised, her green eyes glinting with mischief.

"Goodnight, Alice," Alastor said, his smile returning as he tipped his head in a gesture of farewell.

"Goodnight," she echoed, and with one last glance, she slipped inside the house.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbinhotel #alastor x reader #alastor x oc #human!alastor #human alastor

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mxlissaliss · 3 days

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Happy Mother's Day ft. Hades, Poseidon and Adam (RoR)

Notes: Just some headcanons of your sweet self choosing thoughtful gifts for your momma with the company of your dad, yippee. A bit too long, perhaps.

• That's it, and Happy Mother's Day y'all!

☠️ Hades

-These kinds of events were considerably insignificant for the Gods. They were immortal beings that have existed for eons, entire lifetimes of knowledge and infinite experience.

- Not for Hades, though, because both he and Persephone were so in love with you the moment you were born that, all of a sudden, counting the days started to make sense.

- Every year for Mother's Day, both you and Hades would work together to get Persephone a ton of presents that you knew she'd love.

- However, this year things went a little differently.

- There you were, walking through your private garden, meticulously picking different flowers for a beautiful bouquet you wanted to make for her, going through each one to examine it carefully. Your fingers inspected the petals, their texture, their color, how they smelled… Oh, and that was just a little detail. A servant behind you was carrying at least six bags filled with jewelry, perfumes, sweets and even more flowery gifts for you angel of a mother!

- And guess what, out of all those presents, your father had only chosen two. The rest of the contents inside those bags remained a mystery to him because an emergency meeting delayed his arrival to the shopping spree, and you already had those bags when he made an appearance.

- Speaking of your father, he was standing a few meters away from you, observing from afar. To say that he was shocked would have been an understatement.

- He was FLABBERGASTED because how in all of Helheim did you manage to outthink him when it came to choosing gifts? And for his beloved wife, no less?! Nonsense! He married Persephone eons ago and knew her better than anyone else, he was absolutely sure! So, uh…

- How the hell did you think of all those other gifts?

- Alright, you were as witty and thoughtful as him, that much he knew. His chest would swell with a warm feeling of pride whenever you managed to beat him at a chess game, or hold a discussion about usually difficult-to-talk-about subjects without stuttering at all.

- He also knew that you guys had similar taste for an awful lot of things, such as music, art, colors, decoration, literature, history, and so on. But even so, how could you possibly think so quickly about this huge amount of things for your mother when he couldn't?

- Wait, no, he was not going to act like a competitive idiot with his daughter. After all, he had promised Persephone last night to take her out for a fancy dinner, then an intimate walk through Helheim and, lastly, some fun time alone in their bedchambers.

- Still! Did you get the advantage because he was too focused on his endless workload that he somehow neglected a part of this special day for his beloved? Or was he finally getting old and doomed to be beat from now on by his own youngling?

- Oh, the sheer horror…

“Papaaa, is someone home?” You waved your hand before his eyes with a raised eyebrow, not knowing why your father seemed so out of it for a moment there. That was uncharacteristic of him.

Hades blinked a couple of times and sighed heavily, before cracking his serious expression with a proud smirk that made you smile, “It seems that you have surpassed your old man this year with the presents. Good to see, my child.”

You stared at him for a minute or two, before waving a dismissive hand with slightly colored cheeks, “Oh, no, none of that. You just wrote down the list of gifts for this year and left it unattended on your desk. Cerberus brought it to me last night thinking that it was a list of chores, and I came to realize after reading it that most of your ideas were the same as my own. Crazy, isn't it?”

- Oh, so that was it. He had to laugh loudly at that because it was so simple it became a joke.

- By the time you made it home, Persephone barely had a chance to speak before you jumped straight into her arms, grinning widely.

- Hades followed behind, handing her half of the gifts while you gave her the other half.

- In the end, the majority of the gifts you chose were the same ones he wanted to buy first, which earned you a hearty laugh and some head pats.

- Cerberus, of course, also received his well-deserved snuggles and belly rubs. What a good hellhound.

- While your mother opened her presents in delight, you recalled your father's words earlier today on the way home.

“It seems that we had the same ideas, huh? Well, let's just say that it all came from your wallet this year… Next time, though, it will be my treat.”

🌊 Poseidon

- Mother's Day? Gifts? Dinner date? What the heck were you even saying?

- Your father was known for a lot of things, but if you ever had to list the most important ones, you'd go with: first of all, a very busy man; second, a serious, powerful deity that rules his domain with an iron fist. Never doubts, never stutters and won't ever stand for any kind of bullshit; and third, an a*hole.

- You loved him, you really did, and you knew it was mutual. Out of all his offspring, you were the only one that he openly cared for (Triton also made it into that list, but not nearly as close as you).

- You also knew that he loved Amphitrite despite his apparent inability to show it. It was difficult to understand until you reached a more mature age, but even so, you couldn't help but wonder why out of all his brothers, your father was the worst when it came to being affectionate.

- This God could be so stubborn and irrational sometimes, he immediately declined all the offers you did without time for explanations.

- Nevertheless, all you had to do was use your ridiculously adorable and convincing puppy-dog-eyes to get him to go shopping for gifts with you a day before the occasion.

- The things is, presents have become an almost insignificant thing for your father, and you couldn't blame him for it, in a way.

- Wealthy like no other, feared and respected by every single deity out there, it was tacit that anything and everything would get straight into his hands should he ever ask for it. So… Choosing gifts for Amphitrite was not easy because it probably didn't even cross his mind. He could get her anything she wanted, whenever she wanted, so what was the point of doing it for a specific day?

- On your side, you had very good ideas and got a rather large selection of gifts for your beloved mother. She wasn't all that complicated to please, really. Handmade details and useful presents were her favorite, and you already had those prepared months back in your chambers.

- But your father was having a rather… Difficult time with this entire ordeal. You could say it was almost comical to see him glaring at a necklace made of blue pearls, as if it would burn from his gaze alone.

- Though, more than disgust or contempt, it was a look of condescension.

“Papa,” you approached him with a little smile, trying not to laugh at his expression, “I can tell you're having a hard time choosing something for mom… Need any help?”

- No response, he simply scoffed and turned around, leaving you alone with the servants at the boutique.

- Whatever, you kind of expected a reaction of sorts so you just shrugged it off and continued to look around for more presents. Your mother deserved to be spoiled, and everything was going as planned.

- Except for one little surprise you definitely did not foresee for the night; your father, sitting at his desk with a painfully focused expression as he inserted a new pearl in the thin, delicate and almost invisible silk threads. The gems gleamed with a soft blue light, but they also had this purple tone to them that turned pink at a certain angle. It was so beautiful…

- Wait, was he making a necklace? Ooooh, so that was it. He was glaring at the jewelry earlier today because he thought he could do better than that. Typical move from your tyrant of a father.

- But what made for a truly heartwarming sight was the tiny hint of a smile on his otherwise stoic face when he finished the necklet and held it up against the moonlight that entered through the skylight, and how he made sure to set it down gently inside a small gift-box that he grabbed from a drawer.

- Once again, you simply smiled and quietly leaned against the doorframe, not making a sound as to not disrupt his little moment.

- You immediately knew that your mother was going to be elated to receive a handmade gift from her usually cold husband.

- … Well, even if you knew that he was most likely going to deny the love allegations and hide it all behind a predictable “doing it out of pride and not because he knew that his wife liked handcrafted details” bullshit argument.

- The gift was what mattered, anyways!

🍃 Adam

- Quite the opposite from the other two, your father was even more excited than you at the prospect of Mother's Day.

- He loved Eve so dearly that any excuse to spoil her rotten with riches and gifts was valid. And you thought the same, because your sweet mother deserved it.

- However, Adam always ended up making it feel like a competition, which wouldn’t have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that he's always loved to rub it on your face every time he felt like he won.

- But this year? You wouldn’t let it happen again. You had enough!

- You grabbed your bag, your absurdly long list titled “present ideas for mama Eve A.K.A. Best Mama Ever” and headed out.

- … Welp.

- Time skip to six hours later, you had practically run through almost every single store your could find, and always came out with at least two items.

- Purse? Empty. List? Overdone. Brain? Fried? Blood circulation? Cut short because of all the heavy bags you were carrying. What's it called? Yeah, a successful shopping trip.

- Life was all sparkles, birds chirping and smiles, until…

“What?! You did not just get all of that for your mother!” That was your father's voice, and much to your utter surprise, he was holding lesser amount of items in his own arms (barely two or three bags less than you, actually).

“Papa! Do you need help carrying th-“ you paused, taking a few seconds to process the sight in front of you before an almost wicked smirk formed on your face. “Hah! I win, you old man! Time is up and I got mama the most things!”

- Adam was visibly irked by your mockery, but you were right, time was up because Eve was probably home waiting for the two of you, and taking extra time to get her more stuff would only allow you to go home to her faster. Crap.

- … You guessed right again. A race, which ended up in a tie after you both slammed the front doors open at the same time and with the same intensity (insanity).

“Mama!”

“My love!”

- At the sound of your voices, Eve came downstairs immediately. She was getting ready to go out after Cain and Abel suggested to go out for dinner, to celebrate the special day as a family.

- And oh, how beautiful she looked with her long, blonde hair styled up with soft curls, wearing a mesmerizing emerald green dress, and her angelic smile that always managed to outshine the sun itself.

- Your mother was the most beautiful woman in the universe, and both you and your father sighed contently at the sight of her.

“You are finally home! I was starting to get worried wh- ah!” Before Eve could continue, you shoved a flower bouquet in her arms while Adam quickly stood behind his wife, holding up her hair momentarily to put on a beautiful necklace with a leaf charm on her snow-white neck.

- Just like that, twenty more minutes passed, with you and your father practically burying your mom under her gifts one by one, until she had to laugh at the absurdity of it all. The two of you looked so comically concentrated on the gifts that all Eve could was grin warmly while being showered with your gentle (not really) affections.

- The sound of her laugh was enough to snap you out of your little trance, and seeing Eve so happy, overwhelmed with joy, you two finally toned it down a bit.

- In the end, you looked up at your dad and laughed in sync, not caring anymore about your silly little competition. At least, not for the time being. All that mattered was that your mother was happy and ready to enjoy a fancy meal and some quality time in family.

- Next year, though, you were definitely going to crush that old man of yours.

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