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nixie-writes · 2 years

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I don't know if you've done this already, but what would Alastor be like with a human trapped in hell. Like they either fell in due to a spell gone wrong or stumbled through a portal.

Nope, haven't done this one before, but I like the idea of Alastor with a human stuck in Hell. I decided to do platonic and romantic for this, I feel like it could go either way.

Romantic

Upon initially meeting a human in Hell he's both intrigued and wary. Yes, this could be very interesting but also a trap. He has to make sure this person is human. He has to give them a good sniff; he can differentiate demon scent and human scent. One of the perks of being a cannibal I suppose.

Upon confirming this is, indeed, a human he needs to know how this happened. This human is still very much alive, not another new sinner.

"I tripped into the summoning circle and fell down here." Cue silence and vaguely not-so-amused smile, followed by a less friendly "that's funny, now what's the real reason?" After seeing precisely how it happened he's curious as to if he could do the same and get to the human world but no, it doesn't work that way. This was a one-way portal and it appears this poor human is stuck here for now. His initial idea is to just do his cannibal thing but he decides against it. Instead he'll take them to the hotel, Charlie can either get them back to the living world or have another purpose for them.

Charlie will try her best, she'll even ask her father what she can do about this but he has no answer, this hasn't happened before. So [Y/N] is trapped in Hell and they are fully vulnerable. Alastor, having been the first to find them, feels an immediate responsibility to their safety. Being the second most powerful in the hotel behind Charlie, he offers to look after this "poor little human" to the best of his ability. Vaggie does not trust him but Charlie believes he won't do anything.

His initial plan was to do something but in the time he's gotten to know this human, he's grown attached. It feels foreign but he's attached to such a weak creature. One night he watches them sleep thinking, "this is my chance" but can't act on it. He didn't want to see their face twist in fear and pain, or hear their cries and pleading.

Somehow he can attach a shadow to this human and he does so, enabling him to always know what they're up to and if they're okay. No demon has the balls to attempt an attack on the hotel knowing Alastor is VP of it and has certainly enchanted it. However he has to be on the safe side.

Getting with this human happens on its own, there isn't some fancy confession on either side, the two just become so close they may as well be a couple. When they admit they're fine with the idea of being him he'll grow more comfortable with the idea. It gives him more excuses to keep them safe.

Platonic

Upon meeting this little creature in Hell Alastor is, once again, guarded. He's curious and upon confirmation this is a human, his initial plan is still just cannibal things. However he knows Charlie will have his ass if he straight up ate a good opportunity for her so instead, he'll take them to the hotel and give them over to her. He initially doesn't want them as a responsibility but Charlie insists that he found them first, they likely feel more comfortable with him than anyone else in the hotel, and caring for someone so defenseless is a redeeming quality. He begrudgingly agrees just to get her off his case.

Initially he isn't too happy about this. He only found them why does he have to be stuck with them? They may try to start a conversation with him but he'll push them away. It's when they distance themselves from him he'll notice how quiet it is without them.

Apparently they'd rather chat with Husk or Angel about something he considers meaningless. He didn't realize that this human catching his hints would leave him this lonely. He didn't see potential for a friendship until they were off laughing with Angel or kicking Husk's ass in poker.

This is when he'll try to be friendlier when they're around him. Maybe discuss something they have interest in or try to make them laugh, either with his own jokes or jokes in topics similar to those that made them laugh. He's trying his best.

He hopes to make them warm up to him again. He's fine with them talking to others in the hotel but their safety is his priority and even his attached shadow isn't a guarantee. He's concerned for his friend.

#Hazbin Hotel x reader #Hazbin x reader #Alastor x reader #Alastor x human reader

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wh6res · 3 years

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taeil — part of the my bloody valentine collection.

prompt. soulmates are connected by a red string.

synopsis. taeil thinks the whole system is bullshit. he needs to take matters into his own hands.

warnings. tread cautiously. swearing, mentions of death, blood, mentions of kidnapping, violence, turning a 'lil dubcon near the end, severe stockholm syndrome, manipulation

disclaimer. a friendly reminder that i do not, under any circumstance, condone or support any acts like this. this is not love and this is not how a normal relationship should be like. the things i write are all fiction and should be treated as such and if you don’t like it, please do not read it and waste your time hating on it. the 9 members of nct 127 do not act like this in real life and shouldn’t act like this in real life.

thank you to. sexeh sam @yukwonghei, cutie charlie @dundun-baby, and baby rina @greenish-taro for beta-reading!

since he was a kid, he’s fantasized about meeting his soulmate. creating scenario after scenario of how he’d meet ‘the one’ as he had cheesily addressed and had absolutely freaked when he finally saw the red string tied around his right wrist on his 20th birthday—courtesy of the soulmate rules of the universe, where one will finally be able to see the string tied around their body once they’ve come of age.

for years before he met that other soul who’s destined to be with him, taeil would stare at the red thread lying across the floor, disappearing under the gap of his door and out to the world unknown. he’d be so distracted, so aloof and in his own world as he anticipates the long-awaited day until his professor calls him out—“moon! do yourself a favor and stop daydreaming!”

until his friends snap him out of it—“thinking of them again? really?”

until his parents shake him out of his thoughts—“don’t worry, i bet they’ll love you!”

sometimes he just loved staring at the string, it was something so measly as a bunch of threads intricately woven together yet it held such a symbol in today’s world. call him lovesick or stupid but was it really wrong to feel excited? taeil’s even betting the person on the other side of this string is just as excited as he was, if not more.

in the man’s eyes, the strings are a symbol of something more than love—it symbolized the person the universe has created especially for him and no one else.

taeil can’t even imagine a world without these strings. how difficult it would be, to love and invest in someone who will only end up breaking your heart? no, the strings also meant reassurance.

assurance that he won’t get hurt.

an assurance of faithfulness.

he had only been a wide-eyed fresh grad looking for some place to intern when it happened. like a scene right out of a cheesy romance movie—he felt the persistent tugs of the string before finally meeting his soulmate. well, using the word meet to describe the whole ordeal is a huge stretch because it was more of a holy shit, is that my soulmate? rather than a hi, i'm your soulmate, taeil!

he merely saw the back of her poised figure but taeil’s heart felt like it wanted to explode, his emotions a mess and feeling everything to the extremes. nervous. scared. anxiety. happiness. excitement—it was all coming at him like bullets.

as taeil stared at her back, walking away, johnny kept shoving him forward, encouraging him to finally approach the person he’s been waiting for ever since that soulmate string appeared around his pinky.

but he couldn’t—not because he was so anxious he’d accidentally vomit the 4-cheese whopper he had for lunch but due to the line of people trailing behind his soulmate like a bunch of baby ducks to their mom. the thought of coming up to his soulmate and introducing himself in front of all those people?

romantic, maybe, but taeil doesn’t have the stomach to do that.

he remembers how much johnny had wolf whistled, unbelieving of the fact his friend managed to snag the possible heir to the company they’re attending an interview in as his soulmate.

“lucky little asshole,” johnny muttered.

taeil had been experiencing the post-effects of seeing his soulmate that he just weakly punched johnny’s arm for the heck of it. he probably didn’t even hear the name his younger friend had called him. taeil’s mind is clouding over, no thoughts in his head but the white polo shirt she wore, sleeves neatly rolled up, and the black pencil skirt hugging her legs and making her ass look so plump.

focus. he needs to focus on the interview right now or else he won’t even have the chance to work here and officially meet her. everything the interviewer asked passed through his head like paper planes in a classroom, shamelessly asking the woman sitting before him to repeat the question, too busy reveling about how their soulmate story would be the cliché office-love. not that taeil minds, he’d love going to work together—

two weeks later, johnny receives an email of acceptance. taeil doesn’t.

the man nearly threw his laptop away out of sheer disbelief and anger. okay, sure, maybe he could’ve done better in the interview but he graduated with latin honors in college! and from a prestigious college at that. he shouldn’t even be applying as a mere intern with the skill set he had yet he went with it because he’d always dreamed of working there.

and now knowing his soulmate is possibly someone who holds a high position in the company? everything just kept getting better and better for moon taeil.

except for that fucking email—pft, or lack thereof. how can they not accept him when he’s more capable than johnny, anyway? for fuck’s sake! taeil doesn’t even ask that guy for rent and he’s so thick-skinned that he stayed up to this day and freeloaded off taeil’s food and shelter.

the absolute unfairness of the situation makes taeil’s blood reach a fever point. he’s completely lossed it, leading him to spit “get the fuck out!” to the other male occupant in the apartment with eyes glaring and lips pulled into a nasty sneer.

johnny’s never seen taeil this upset before and decided that he’d be better off abiding by the older man’s wishes instead of contradicting it.

no. no. no. this can’t be happening. if taeil doesn’t work there, with her, all his sweet fantasies won’t come true and god forbid she ends up falling for another person in the company.

anyone would be naturally drawn to taeil’s soulmate. in his eyes, she’s a goddess in the flesh. taeil doesn’t even need to see her face, from the few seconds he saw a glimpse of her, her presence and allure in itself is already eye-catching. the way her low ponytail swished from side to side as she walked, her back straight and head held high.

taeil needs to see her again. maybe if she finds out he’s her soulmate she’ll put a good word in and he’ll get hired.

yeah. yeah, that’s a good plan.

“please get out of my office or i’ll call security.”

or not.

“no, wait. but i just said i’m your soulmate!” to further prove his point, he even raises up his pinky and sure enough the other end of the string is tied around hers. the incessant pull is there and if not for her sharp cold eyes anchoring him to the ground, taeil would’ve long been soaring high in cloud nine.

“and i said i don’t care,” she snaps just as her fingers sneakily pressed a button in her phone. “i have a fiancé. the whole soulmate bullshit doesn’t apply to rich people. so for the fucking last time, get out of my office.”

“but—”

the double doors of the vice president’s office bounces off the walls when two burly guards barge in. dressed in a white long sleeves and those heavy tinted shades of glasses that taeil hates. the two men waste no time in hooking their arms underneath the smaller, frail man as he thrashes against their arms.

“how can you not care about your soulmate?!” taeil can feel the beginning licks of the flames eating up his whole world as everything comes crashing down before his very eyes. “i’ve been—i’ve been waiting my whole life for you and this is how you treat me?!”

he doesn’t know what hurts more, the scratch in his throat as he screamed with all his might or the stoic look written on her face as the guards haul him away.

when johnny heard the news he’d never felt so sorry for his friend. rumors that initially circulated only between the executive board members had spread and trickled down to the common folk on the lower levels. johnny making it a mission to find out, had extracted himself from his usual cheery and extroverted self to blend in with the background. taeil has yet to talk to him after he got kicked out, so asking his friend—or ex-friend?—about what happened is out of the question.

but like any other breed of rumor, the tale of their vice president’s soulmate barging in her office is ever changing through each mouth that tells the story. johnny doesn't know what to believe in. he’s been trying to put off a meeting with the older man ever since he started crashing in taeyong’s apartment instead. not that taeil himself even tried reaching out to johnny, anyway.

so why should he, when he doesn’t even know what he did wrong?

but there’s a nagging voice at the back of johnny’s head. his conscience isn’t too loud but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s there and it doesn’t need excessive volumes to be heard. all it takes is a second of distraction from the paperwork he does, attention straying from the task at hand, and his body will automatically be wracked with guilt.

knowing how much taeil had waited for his soulmate to come to his life, knowing how taeil can readily give everything up for his soulmate without even meeting them yet… and now knowing taeil just got the worst ever rejection in his entire life?

johnny can’t possibly imagine the pain he’s going through. is he really going to choose now out of all times to be petty because taeil kicked him out when he didn’t even bother asking johnny for anything in return during his stay in the apartment?

so when taeil finally contacted him, the sketchyness of what he had asked for flew right over johnny’s head. rational thoughts flying out the window because taeil needs him, he should his friend after everything taeil did for him—

“hey, uhm… i need insider’s information, can you do that for me?”

you shook your head at the long story johnny told you. tuffs of your hair have escaped the intricate pigtails taeil has put your hair up in earlier before he left for work. he’s always hated having your hair messy, but at the moment you couldn’t find yourself to care.

“i wouldn’t put it past taeil’s original soulmate…” you think aloud, mouth speaking before you can stop yourself as you stare disdainfully at the dulled string wrapped around your pinky—it lost its divine red glow after your captor had cut it off on the same day he whisked you away.

ironic, how easy it was to destroy something so important.

you backtracked, realizing the gravity of what you said before looking up at your captor’s friend. johnny doesn’t look all too impressed and he sighs at the pleading look in your eyes. please, don’t tell him.

“i guess you’re somewhat right…” he gives in, coursing his fingers through his hair. “taeil had been… very passionate on finding his soulmate. but i mean, come on, why’d you even marry someone who isn’t your soulmate? i don’t blame taeil for doing what he did to them.”

johnny ignores the way your breath hitches and your body halts all movement. “what—what did he do?”

“paid them a ‘lil visit after gathering enough resources from someone on the inside,” his face stoic, voice monotone. johnny doesn’t like talking about this one. “he studied their schedules, where they live, where they work, how they get to work, what time they sleep, what time they wake. then just one day…”

he drags a finger across his neck.

“oh.”

pathetically, it was all you can say. why did you even bother to ask, anyway? if taeil had been willing to exert force just to keep you in line, then he has the stomach for whatever gruesome deaths he subjected his soulmate and her fiancé to.

you nibble on your lip as you stare at the knot of thread lying on the floor. you don’t see the need to wear the collar wrapped around your neck when that knot is good enough a reminder that you’re now bound to taeil. that he’s fucked around with your destiny and decided he’ll have you out of all people.

its hard to believe taeil once almost worshipped the soulmate bonds, not when all he’s ever done is look at it like it's the bane of his existence and calling it a curse to humanity.

“do you know that you’re—”

“that i’m the 5th? yeah, i know. i saw all the knots on his string.” you defeatedly say, a vivid image of the knots spaced across his string like tophies. “taeil doesn’t like me staring at them, though.”

and you yourself didn’t like staring at them. you never thought something so small and insignificant can mean something so sinister. the knots on his string acting like a body counter. will he get sick of you one day and you’ll just be another knot on his string?

“you’re nothing like his soulmate—i’m not insulting you or anything, i’m just saying the truth. the past girls all had at least something in common with her but you… nothing. not even your hair shines like hers, and that’s even after taeil has taken good care of you.”

this doesn’t soothe you in any sense and before you can open your mouth to retort, the familiar beeping of the code getting punched into the keypad cuts you off.

taeil stood in the entrance as he shrugged off his coat, his polo crinkled at some areas and pieces of his hair had escaped that slicked back hairstyle.

“you’re home early…”

your blood runs cold when he doesn’t even offer you a glance, skipping you out and immediately addressing johnny. “i thought i told you to go home already after delivering the food.”

you admire the way johnny’s eyes roll. must be nice not to be so fucking terrified of the man. “yeah, but your current sweetheart here was lonely and practically begged me to stay.”

the sting of betrayal never grows familiar.

“i never said anything—”

“you did, have you forgotten already?” you hate the show of lust clouding in johnny’s eyes as he stares you down. this can’t be happening right now. “have you forgotten how you even came unto me? whined like a bitch about how taeil doesn’t even fuck you hard enough and you had to fake orgasms all the time?”

“that’s not true!” your frustration manifests as tears. they sting your eyes as you look at taeil. “i never said anything—”

but you pale when you realize they’re not even listening to you, the two guys fist bumping in the foyer and exchanging a few words like “thanks for telling me,” and “no problem, bro,” were heard before taeil is heatedly storming up to you.

you feel numb as you look over taeil’s shoulder at the little smirk johnny shoots at you. have fun, he mouths mockingly and then he’s out the door, extracting himself from the mess he created.

when taeil wordlessly drags you across the hallway, you thought he’ll make a right turn and into the bedroom but imagine your surprise when he pulls you instead towards the bathroom. he wastes no time throwing you against the cold hard tiles as he tells you only one thing.

“strip.”

“taeil…”

“you don’t want to be replaced.” it doesn’t take a genius to know taeil had hit the nail on the head. all your movements come to a halt, looking up at him with an unreadable look in your face. “that’s your fear, isn’t it? that if you die, if i kill you, i can just look for another girl and you’d be forgotten at the snap of a finger. i’m right, aren’t i?”

you gulp, his words stinging even if he didn’t mean for it to sting. or maybe he did. taeil takes a step closer to you, studying your appearance as he brings a hand up to caress your tear-stained face.

spots in your clothes are wet due to the splashes of water on the tiles, and the clips in your hair that once looked neat and perfect are now hanging in disarray, falling off in some places.

“i’m sorry,” you sob. “i’m sorry, john—johnny’s lying. you—you have to—to believe me. please don’t replace me… i’ll be good, i promise…”

truly, there’s no better motivator than fear. and there’s no better way to mess with someone’s head than using their weakness against them.

“you say you’ll be good but i tell you to strip and you couldn’t even do that?”

taeil could never imagine replacing you. he finds it stupid, whatever that brought in this fear of yours, but it doesn’t mean he won’t be extracting every little bit he can get out of this.

he can only stare in awe when you start wiggling your way out of your pretty pink clothes, eyes drinking every bit of your skin slowly being exposed to him as he reaches behind you to open the running water, slowly filling the bathtub.

“get in,” he instructs and you waste no time.

as he sheds his own clothes, he can practically feel the want radiating off you. he knew johnny’s lying, but he humored his friend still. there’s no way you can fake the noises you always make. plus, taeil has seen one too many times the cum dribbling out of your cunt after he’s fucked you into oblivion. he scoffs. harder? then he’ll be breaking you in half already.

taeil swats your hand away as it reaches for his cock and he hopes you don’t notice it twitching before you when you let out a cute whine.

“you want it?”

you nod urgently, salavitating at the thought. taeil was more of a giver to his partners, it’s rare for him to take his pleasure first but you’re far from complaining.

“oh, i don’t know…” he pouts, fisting himself in front of you before giving it a few testing pumps. he swallows the hiss threatening to spill from his lips, chuckling instead at the intense look in your eyes as it follows his hand movements.

you were by far the most compliant girl he’s ever had, someone who’d rather stay than escape. his methods of forcing someone into submission worked extremely well with you. so really, how can he let go of his glorified little pet?

“you’re not lying to me, aren’t you? i got hurt, you know, with what johnny said… i guess i was doing something wrong.”

“no!” your reply is immediate. “no, that’s not true—”

hands wrap around your throat like a vice. “how about you prove it to me, love? tell me everything i want to hear.”

now, this is easy. you’ve practically memorized everything you need to tell him to boost his ego. it doesn’t even take much of an effort.

“i love your cock so much that my body hurts. it hits all the right places inside of me and i will never even dream of wanting another man because they won’t be able to fuck me like you do.”

you feel giddy when he smiles that satisfied smile, your toes curling in anticipation as he leans in to give his obedient darling a kiss—

until he shoves your face down the water.

it doesn’t take much effort to wrestle your limbs down and insert himself into you, groaning at the feeling of your lush and moist walls sucking him in. you’re always so damn wet when he fucks you, oh how much he loves it. loves how tighter your cunt wraps around him as you squirm and fight him to get to the surface of the half-filled tub.

it was only after a few deep thrusts did he relent and pull you up, the few hair clips in your hair floating in the water around as you gasp greedy amounts of air. one look at taeil’s face pulled in ecstasy is enough for you to know it was well worth it.

maybe being rejected by his soulmate was a blessing in disguise. maybe the disobedience of every girl he took before you had been deliberately well-planned. or else he’d never would’ve met you.

taeil was right. all the soulmate and soulmark shit is utterly useless and stupid. because you are by no means his soulmate, but fuck he’ll never let you go.

not when your destiny is to lay there underneath him, taking whatever it is that he gave you like a good little whore.

#yandere nct #nct imagines #nct scenarios #yandere taeil #yandere nct 127 #taeil imagines #taeil scenarios #taeil smut

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danceworshipper · 3 years

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Oliver Adams - HPHM Profile [redone]

(information is as of sixth year - shared universe with @ask-hphm-crew)

Identity

Name: Oliver Tyler Adams

Gender: Male (cis)

Age: 16

Birthday: May 28th, 1973 (gemini)

Species: Human/wizard

Blood Status: Halfblood

Sexuality: Pansexual

Alignment: Neutral Good

Residence: The family farm in the Irish countryside. It's huge, a bit outdated decoration-wise, and homey. His room is on the third floor, looking out over the field and he can see the sunrise if he wakes up early enough. The farm is so old and imbued with magic that Oliver can use underage magic without the Ministry finding out

Personality Type: ESFJ-A (the consul)

Magic

Wand: 13 3/4 inches of pliant pine wood encasing a phoenix feather core. The wand is thick and heavy, light in color, and with no defining marks other than Oliver's name carved into it with a knife. Doing this did not damage the wand in any way, but when Ollivander saw it he nearly had a heart attack.

Animagus: A mixed breed cat, Siamese/Ragdoll, similar to the stray cats that lounge around the farm

Misc. Magical Abilities: Legilimency and Occlumency, though he doesn't practice them often

Boggart Form: In earlier years, it was a werewolf, since one could be heard howling somewhere near the farm during full moons. As he got older and met actual werewolves like Chiara, Oliver lost his fear of them and his boggart changed to a mortally wounded vision of himself, having failed to save anyone from the vaults and meeting his own painful end

Riddikulus Form: The vision of himself is instead only afflicted with a concussion, with his Quidditch team mothering him as he insists he's fine

Amortentia (what do they smell like?): Oliver would smell like roast chicken, fresh tomatoes, and bright sunshine

Amortentia (what do they smell?): At the current point, Oliver smells the ocean, cat fur, and wood polish. As he has no strong romantic interest (though that may change very soon) the smells just make him happy and aren't related to any specific person

Patronus: Dolphin

Patronus Memory: His first time seeing the ocean. Nothing went wrong that day, and he got to see dolphins for the first time too. He and his family all had a great time together.

Mirror of Erised: His mother and grandparents standing proudly behind him. It's his graduation day, not an injury to him. Everything turned out okay

Specialized/Favorite Spells:

- Reficere Aspectu - temporarily repairs his vision. The spell he uses for Quidditch matches.

- Lumos, Aguamenti, Wingardium Leviosa - extremely useful spells for around the farm

- Arania Exumi - spider repellent is always useful

- Orchideous - he conjures flowers for his mother and grandmother all the time

- Reparo - the first Transfiguration spell he got on the first try

Appearance

[concept image made using the zepeto app]

Height: 6'3

Weight: 191 lbs

Physique: Skinny with noticeable muscles from all the Quidditch and farming

Eye Color: Light, slightly greyish blue

Hair Color: Dirty blonde, usually kept in a bowl cut that his mother gives him. Oliver knows it's not fashionable (Andre is constantly nagging him to change it) but he doesn't really care enough to learn hair charms

Skin Tone: Light, no freckles. He burns easily so when he comes back at the start of every year he's a bit pink

Body Modifications: His eyesight is atrocious. He wears round glasses most of the time and uses a temporary vision charm for Quidditch

Scarring: Oliver has a nasty scar on his back from being kicked by a cow as a kid, and some scratches on his arms and legs from the various animals and work around the farm

Fashion: This kid has no fashion. Andre is in hell. Oliver wears shorts whenever he can and t-shirts. If it's cold he'll add a flannel. Around sixth year he starts updating his wardrobe a bit, but keeps his usual clothing for around the farm. No point having decent clothing get all dirty and ripped up

Hogwarts

House: Gryffindor

Class Grades:

- Astronomy: E

- Care of Magical Creatures: E

- Charms: A

- Defense Against the Dark Arts: E

- Divination: E

- Flying: O

- Herbology: O

- History of Magic: A

- Potions: A

- Transfiguration: A

Quidditch: Keeper since year 3

Extracurriculars: Dragon Club, Gobstones Club

Favorite Professor: Professor McGonagall. She's his head of house, and she reminds Oliver a bit of his grandmother with her stern but kind nature. She encourages his love of Transfiguration, even if he isn't the best at it, and she's a huge Quidditch fan

Least Favorite Professor: Professor Dumbledore. Oliver is an easygoing, agreeable guy most of the time. He respects his elders as his grandparents taught him, but only when they deserve it. Dumbledore most certainly does not

Relationships

Mother: Katie Adams

- Katie is a shy, quiet woman. She was homeschooled for most of her life, receiving at-home tutoring in her later years as her mother Gertrude was unable to properly teach her what she needed to know, and she's only seen the inside of Hogwarts twice: when she sat in for her O.W.L.s and her N.E.W.T.s.

- As a mother, Katie made sure to raise Oliver to be kind and always drink his Respect Women Juice. She had him take on some of the farm duties at a young age to help teach him responsibility

- Oliver got kicked by a cow when she turned her back on him for no more than ten seconds. Katie's boggart is what would have happened had Oliver been standing slightly closer - he would have been paralyzed, as the kick would have hit his neck

Father: Kyle Donovan

- Oliver never knew him. He was a muggle who left Katie shortly after she became pregnant

- He was a decent guy in general, but the idea of being a father at the age of 24 scared him and he ran like a coward. He never knew about the Wizarding world, and even if he wanted to return to try and make amends he'll never be able to find the family farm ever again, thanks to Marvin

Grandfather: Marvin Adams

- Marvin is a cranky, slightly old fashioned kind of guy. He cares a lot about tradition and keeps telling Oliver that one day the farm will be his, and then his kids', and then their kids'. Oliver doesn't have the strength to tell him he's not sure he wants kids at all

- Marvin loves his wife. There were many times in their relationship where it looked like the marriage was about to fall apart, but they were somehow always able to get through them - mostly by him apologizing to Gertrude

- Oliver is able to hold his own in a duel thanks to Marvin. Despite being an old crud, he's got a lot of fight in him

Grandmother: Gertrude Adams

- Gertrude was horrified that Oliver was going to grow up without a male influence, which is why Katie never moved off the family farm with him. The old woman made Oliver learn to cook and sew so that he wouldn't be a useless husband in the future

- She's the type of person who'll say that she still dreams of marrying her teenage sweetheart and moving to an island with him, but she doesn't mean it. She loves her family and her life, but she does one day want to retire on an island

- After Oliver graduates Hogwarts and takes over the farm, Gertrude will finally be able to convince Marvin that they can retire without worrying over the farm, and they'll move to a lovely beach house. Her last ten years will be spent in her own little paradise

Love Interest: Isla Lyall @sapphicsaffir

- Isla is the twin sister of Vera, one of Oliver's closest friends in Gryffindor. Isla is in Ravenclaw, so originally they didn't spend much time together. However, Oliver always found Isla cuter than Vera

- People who didn't know them well thought Oliver and Vera liked each other, but anyone who did know them knew Vera would rather die, and that Oliver preferred the red haired twin over the blonde one

- Vera is the one who keeps pushing to get them together. She told Oliver that she knows Isla likes him, but he refused to believe it. Still, she kept trying, saying that if anyone had to be her brother-in-law she'd rather it be him

- In fourth year, Ravenclaw lost a crucial match and it took them out if running for the House Cup. Isla, a chaser, was disappointed, but went to the final match to support her sister and her crush

- Gryffindor won, and in the excitement, Isla ran up to Oliver and yanked him down so she could kiss him. Oliver understandably short-circuited, while Vera yelled "Finally!"

Best Friend: Andre Egwu

- When Oliver first met Andre, they didn't like each other at all. They were on opposing Quidditch teams, after all. But their mutual friends forced them to spend more time together, and now the two are practically inseparable. It makes little sense to most people.

- They're the kind of best friends who insult the living daylights out of each other to show their love

- They went as friends to the Celestial Ball. A few people got the wrong impression, but they've never considered dating each other. They feel more like brothers than anything else

Rival: Anyone on an opposing Quidditch team. Even if the rivalry doesn't affect them off the pitch, Oliver's instinctive reaction when he sees his opponents is one of distaste (ironic since both his best friend and his girlfriend are his rivals)

Enemy: Every last member of R

Dormmates:

- Charlie Weasley

- Ben Copper

- Jae Kim

Pets: a barn owl named Priscilla, and a sheepdog who stays at the farm named Sparky

Closest Canon Friends:

- Charlie Weasley

- Nymphadora Tonks

- Diego Caplan

Closest Noncanon Friends:

- Vera Lyall @sapphicsaffir

- The gang from @ask-hphm-crew

- Unnamed members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team

Storyline

- Oliver was raised a happy, carefree little boy. His incident with the cow never deterred him from helping his mum and grandparents around the farm, and he even gave the cow an "I'm sorry I provoked you" treat as soon as he could. He didn't ask about his father until he was ten, and Gertrude sat him down and told him what happened. Oliver resents the man that fled his mother. Gertrude knew he'd be angry and didn't tell him his father's name

- During his first couple years at Hogwarts, Oliver made friends and charmed his way into most of the professors' good graces. In year three Oliver joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and after his first match against Ravenclaw, he and Andre started butting heads until their other friends forced them to hang out more

- Oliver gets involved with the Cursed Vaults almost by accident. He has no cursed brother like the game says, but he does have a desire to help people, so when he hears of a group of students trying to save the school from certain doom, he gets involved right away

- His discovered Legilimency throws him for a loop, as no one in his family has that power. He rarely ever uses his mind reading without permission, but when it becomes necessary he's usually able to do it without the target finding out

- After Hogwarts, Oliver will take ownership of the family farm for a few years, but it's not his passion and he hates the idea of being stuck there for the rest of his life. At age twenty two he sells the farm to one of the farmhands with three young kids and uses the money to buy a bakery with an apartment above it. He grows some of his own ingredients and buys the rest at discount from the old farm, and also runs guitar lessons out of his apartment. His grandparents are a little disappointed, but they understand, and his mother reveals that she had a secret boyfriend who she moves in with and later marries. He's a nice man with a kid a little older than Oliver

- Oliver and Isla have a small wedding a little before the Battle of Hogwarts. A few years later, Isla gives birth to twin girls Kenzie and Kleio. Five years after that, their son Caspian is born

Extra Info

- Oliver is a family man through and through. If he had to, he would have stayed on the farm forever to support his family. When he has his own family, he's an extremely devoted father even though he was never sure he wanted children when he was younger

- Despite not moving on to play Quidditch professionally, Oliver does join a recreational team after he sells the farm, as does Andre, who starts up his own fashion line

- Oliver is a total house husband. Isla is a cursebreaker, and Oliver brags about her to whoever will listen. She often comes home to a fresh cooked meal/baked goods

- Oliver's a cat person. He adopts two stray kittens when he moves to the bakery and loves them with all his heart

- He can't be alone for more than a few days or he'll go crazy. He loves spending time with his friends or even meeting new people

- He starts playing the guitar at the age of seven. Marvin is the one to teach him. Later on he learns about the muggle electric guitar and buys one as soon as he can figure out how to get electricity into his apartment

- Oliver visits his grandparents at their beach house at least five times a year. He can't get enough of the ocean, even when it's too cold to go swimming (and he'll usually do it anyway)

- He's the tallest one in his immediate family. Oliver assumes he got his height from his father, but he actually got the height from Gertrude's side of the family

- Oliver will always prefer to cook himself than to go to a restaurant

- He's a fairly good dueler, but Diego could always kick his ass

- Oliver will try to arrange a big meetup with all of his friends at least once a year. Not everyone can make it every time, but he refuses to let their friendships fade into the past

- He loses the bowl cut in year seven, when Andre convinces Tonks and Diego to hold him down so Andre can fix his hair. Oliver ends up liking it and keeps it that way for years to come

#hogwarts mystery #oliver adams #character profile #hphm mc #zepeto

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Doom x Hazbin Hotel headcanons

You can blame @ultron-su for helping stimulate my brain to come up with this crossover AU of sorts.

Doom's hell is known as Deep Hell and Hazbin's hell is known as Outer Hell.

The Slayer's legend is known very well in Outer Hell. Though some assume he's just that; a legend.

The Slayer arrives in Outer Hell after following a few imps through a portal to rip and tear them.

He immediately notices the unfamiliar territory and the first place he investigates is the Hazbin Hotel.

Charlie greets him at the door and promptly shits herself.

The Doom Slayer

Slayer is intrigued by Charlie and her idea for the hotel, sensing her earnestness and considering her an ally.

He declares he'll take a room for himself to store his weapons, ammo, and collectibles. Nobody's particularly happy about it but nobody, not even Alastor, is able to speak up.

Charlie sets some ground rules for his stay that he actually agrees to: No killing on property, open portals to Deep Hell outside the building, try not to track blood into the hotel, etc.

He doesn't see anyone in the hotel as a legitimate threat, Alastor being a slight exception.

Due to her being the most human-like, Slayer has a relatively high opinion of Charlie, and actually is rather protective of her. He'll often glare at anyone he hears badmouth her.

He is a very neutralizing presence in the hotel. Demons tend to quiet right down when he passes by.

Charlie

Charlie feels overall conflicted about Slayer. He's the bane of her entire kind, but is also a helpful presence around the hotel.

She finds she's developing something of a crush on him, for reasons she cannot quite decipher.

Everyone picks up on it after a while and she stops trying to hide it not long after.

The feels empowered and validated that she was able to get Slayer to agree to rules.

Charlie is the one the Slayer listens to on the most consistant basis and often is the one to keep him from eviscerating guests who get too flippant.

Vaggie

Vaggie, like most, is absolutely mortified of the Slayer.

She is, again, like most, entirely against the idea of the Doom Slayer himself having a room at their reformatory, but is unable to voice this opinion to the man directly.

She starts to lighten up after seeing him regularly following the rules, and even keeping some roudier guests in line just by being in the room.

She actually drops her protests entirely when she learns of Charlie's crush.

She's the one who has to hear Charlie's gushing the most, and actually tries to help her from time to time.

She gets a real kick out of seeing Angel Dust and Alastor soil themselves when the Slayer fixes them with a stare.

Angel Dust

He's one of the demons who assumed the Slayer was a myth and thusly has a bit more guts when interacting with him.

Every time he tries to flirt with the Slayer (which he absolutely would, don't even @ me,) a simple glance from him is enough to send AD barreling away at top speed.

He, along with Vaggie, will often tease Charlie about her crush. They never miss an opportunity to point out when the Slayer is wearing armor that shows his arms or abs.

Alastor

Despite being among the most powerful beings in Outer Hell, his power is nothing the Slayer hasn't seen and torn apart before.

Alastor actually got some of his powers by going to Deep Hell. There, he learned just how real the Slayer is and left before he got in his path of destruction.

At the hotel, Alastor is the one to get the most glares from the Slayer, who can sense his power.

Alastor, in turn, stays out of his way. He's delayed or outright cancelled many of his schemes at the appearance of the Slayer.

Despite his fear, Alastor supports the Slayer's presence in the hotel. Rough and tough demons cowering in fear of a muscle headed human with a bunch of guns? Now THAT'S entertaining!

Husk

The Slayer's appearance was almost a deal-breaker for Husk. It was already one of Alastor's schemes, now THE Doom Slayer is staying in the hotel?

However, the Slayer's general ambivalence and lesser affinity for alcohol made him relatable to Husk.

Husk enjoys the Slayer's stories after he comes back from a bout of ripping and tearing. The Slayer isn't much of a storyteller, recalling his adventures very matter-of-factly, but Husk still gets a kick out of him.

Husk thinks the Slayer has something against him due to receiving glares fairly regularly. However, the Slayer is actually looking at Husk with a twist of melancholy. Husk dislodged a memory from before the Slayer became the monster his is, though it's a vague, fleeting memory.

Niffty

Being the most masculine being she's ever come across, Niffty took a huge interest in the Slayer immediately.

However, she noticed Charlie's crush before even Charlie did, so she keeps her distance for the sake of her adorable boss.

Niffty, being the hotel's maid, is the only demon allowed to enter the Slayer's room without permission.

She will often gush over the new figures the Slayer brings home.

Being as flighty as she is, Niffty doesn't show the fear most demons show around the Slayer.

Being the hopeless romantic she is, she tries her very best to put in a good word for Charlie whenever she can.

Vega

Being the U.A.C. A.I. that oversaw the expedition into hell, Vega took great interest into Outer Hell.

Vega was the one to request the investigation of the Hazbin Hotel, as well as suggest taking up residence in the hotel.

When the Slayer is not in combat, Vega, from the terminal in the Slayer's room, helps the staff with the upkeep of the hotel.

Vega is with the Slayer in seeing the hotel as an allied faction in their fight.

Vega will often answer some of the staff's basic questions about the Slayer.

Outer Hell

Rumors of the Doom Slayer's presence in Outer Hell spread, demons started spending less time out and about.

When sightings of the Slayer in and around the Hazbin Hotel circulated, it became a challenge for demons who want to prove their nerve to stay in the hotel.

This resulted in a surprising amount of promising cases staying in the hotel, much to the delight of Charlie.

I might do more of this later. Who knows?

#Doom #Doom Eternal #Doom Slayer #Doomguy #Hazbin Hotel #Charlie #Vaggie #Angel Dust #alastor #Husk #Niffty #Vega

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PARADISE CITY (Axl Rose ) Part One

WARNING/S: LANGUAGE

"Where the fuck am I?" A woman who I had no idea who cursed out.

Same thoughts as mine. Yeah where the fuck am I?

I remember I was passed out drunk last night and I'm still even wearing my clothes. How the fuck did I get here?

"Ladies. I see you are now all aware." A woman who look like in her 40's suddenly appeared from out of nowhere. She's wearing a corporate attire but she she looks like she'd rather wear jeans and a shirt.

"Uhh yes we are and where are we? How did we got here?"

God, the woman who spoke looks like she could slay on the runway. There are atleast five of us here clueless as fuck why are we in a goddamn island and how did we got here.

"Sedation. You were sedated." She answered as if it was the best answer to calm our nerves, heck she is even smiling.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Is that even legal? Wait... is this a prank? Come on where are the cameras?" Said the woman who look like a biker, well she has this bad ass and chill vibe. And I agree with her. Is this some kind of reality show?

"Sorry about the sedation. I'm Beta by the way and you are in Paradise City. Don't worry you are safe here, the reason why you're here is......

Vacation. You just won a raffle."

What the fuck?! I don't remember betting or joining in a raffle contest.

"Sorry but I don't remember joining a raffle."

This time I was the one who spoke.

"It doesn't matter. Just enjoy your 3 month vacation, your families are well informed. So.... let's talk about the arrangement." I think I have hangover. This is getting weirder, I mean I was just having the drink of my life last night then I woke up in a secluded island with girls who has the same fate with me? I mean I don't know what they were up to last night but they also end up here.

"W-wait....can you give us time to process this cause this blew my mind." The brunette one said. She's the only one who's brunette here, we're all blondes and we all look like casts of a reality show.

"Well I'll give you time. But let's talk about the arrangements first. So there are five of you and each one of you has your own respective villas, you can choose your places after this. We have the common room where you will all gather when you want to relax and spend your leisures, then the dining where everyone should be in the table at 7:00. This place has everything it's just up to you. Your things will be in your room after you chose. And expect a visitor from time to time." Beta winked after explaining this ridiculous arrangement. I wanted a vacation but for the love of god, this vacation might give me a heart attack. I might wake up tomorrow already in a damn submarine, who knows.

Nodding to Beta we went separate ways to choose our villas. I'm not picky so I don't mind whatever my place is. I just wander around the place to see how I'll spend my 3 month vacation here.

"Hey!" The brunette waved at me. I smiled back and said "Hey."

"Have you chosen a place?" She seems nice but I couldn't tell cause of her stoic expression.

"Anything will do."

I shrug off. The four of them probably had chosen already.

"You could have that one. That's the only villa left I think?" She points the one that is near the shore. It's not far from here but I gues it's the only one facing the beach. Oh boy the view will be very great.

"Thanks. Probably will be my place. I'm Charlie by the way." I extended my arm. "Aimee. See you around Charlie." Aimee blushed then she turned around and walked to her villa. Weird?

I went inside to my villa and checked out the whole place. The place gives me a Malibu vibe are we in Malibu? But I don't think so, this island seems like a private property.

"Hello Charlie, do you like your place?" Beta suddenly appeared from out of nowhere. Jesus. "Oh yes, yes thank you Beta." I smiled at her. "I really hope you will enjoy this vacation." I noticed the bags under her eyes, she look so stressed. "I'm sorry to ask this but what's the catch Beta? This ain't free right? A luxurious vacation in a private island? Heck even average resorts won't let this kind of privilege."

Beta turned around and faced the view of the sea. "Consider this as a way of helping me Charlie. A big great help." Beta sounded hopeless. Is she dying? Oh my god she wants us to inherit this island? "Weird but.. I hope you're not dying." I laughed because it was a joke. "Silly, I'm not. You should make friends with the other girls, and gotta go I have to check them. Your things are in your room by the way."

Beta winked and left afterwards. The villa is big for only a person, I can say it's spacious because I'm the only one here. Beta could've let us all stay in one big villa cause being alone sucks sometimes.

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Dinner came and all of us went to the dining. I get to know the other girls, Wesley the one who look like a biker, Susan, the model and yes she is a real high fashion model, no wonder she's tall and sexy plus she is.....well.... very blessed with bust. And Katherine, the charming one, the girl is smiling all day and she dyed her hair red. Bloody red, guess she noticed too that we're all blonde here. They're all nice Aimee is nice too but I guess she's just shy, she's the quiet one.

And me, I feel like I'm up to no good. All these women are successful, Susan is a model at the same time entrepreneur, Wesley owns a mechanic shop, Kath works in a cosmetic company and Aimee works in a computer company. While me, I'm a loud mouth motherfucker and I'm working as a roadie in Motley Crüe (thanks to my cousin Vince I finally had a decent job.)

"I think this vacation is not bad. We deserve a break."

We're currently in the patio having our chocolates.

"God yes. I'm tired of being surrounded by bunch of men who smelled like piss and coccaine." The girls laughed at my comment. I already miss the crüe but sometimes they get into my nerves and I just wish I could get away from their whiny asses.

"I guess I'm going to bed ladies. I'm exhausted. Goodnight see you tomorrow."

The rest of us agreed with Aimee and decided to go to bed too.

"Night babes. I'll deal with you all tomorrow."

I blew them a flying kiss and went to my villa.

I took off all of my clothes when I got inside and ran into the bathroom, I need a shower cause I haven't take a bath since I got here.

I am enjoying the flow of the water in my body when I heard Aimee screamed more like shriek. God that was piercing. I turn off the water, I wrap myself with a towel and went out of the bathroom.

"Oh, this is a delightful welcome from a long flight." His deep voice sent shivers down to my spine. And this time I screamed too.

"What the fuck?!!!!" I wrapped my arms protectively around myself because I'm still dripping wet and still clad only in towel.

Axl- motherfucking Rose is on my bed.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

He got up from the bed and walk towards me.

"I should be the one asking you that. What the fuck are you doing here Charlie?"

What the hell is happening. Why is he in this forsaken island?!

"I didn't even know how I got here Rose." I answered through gritted teeth.

Vince and Axl has this nasty feud aired over national t.v during MTV awards. It was supposed to be Izzy and Vince but Axl was an asshole. It was an after party and he tried to hit on me to fuel more Vince's anger towards him. I was drunk that time and I didn't knew they fought again. I just woke up the next morning in Nikki's room wearing someone else's shirt.

"Does dear cousin Vince knew you're here?" There was venom when he mentioned Vince.

Jesus, they are so childish.

"I don't know. I just woke up I'm in this forsaken island so god knows if they knew or not."

Axl stepped forward removing his shirt.

"What are you doing?"

He didn't bother to answer my question and unbuckled his belt, taking his pants off.

"Seriously Rose? If you took the last clothe you have I'm gonna fucking kick you in your balls."

Axl didn't seem to take my threat seriously and step closer towards me.

"What? I'm gonna take a shower too. Plus don't act like you haven't seen me naked. We did more than that." Axl winked at me and I blushed harder. What the fuck is he saying?

"W-what are you talking about?"

I cleared my throat, damn why did I stammer?

"I don't know. I was surprised though, you're here in my villa, wet and clad only in towel. Maybe I did something good this week?" That's it. He remove his underpants and my eyes widened. My mind screamed to run but I am stoned in my place in my eyes still locked to his.. package.

"Like what you see baby?"

I almost frown when he went inside the bathroom and locked the door. And it dawns me that he is freakin living in this place. And my clothes! God he saw my scattered clothes!

I cursed loudly when I realize this is fucked up. The place has only one room and a bed and he stays here and I stay here too.

"Betaaaaaaaaa!" After I put on my jammies I stormed out and searched for the mastermind of this plan.

Turns out I'm not the only one, the others are waiting too.

Wesley is frowning, Susan is only wearing robe, she was in bath too I guess, Katherine is biting her lip and Aimee is still in her clothes. I don't know what were their scenarios but I can tell they don't like the idea.

#gunsnroses #gunsnrosesfanfic #axlrose #axl rose fanfiction #duff mckagan #slash #steven adler #izzy stradlin #guns n roses x reader #fanfiction #rocknroll #appetitefordestruction #gnr imagines #axl rose x female #gnr fanfiction #motley crue #rock n roll

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