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radianhazbin · 4 years

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Not all demons have a rainbow in their heart

Authors note: This story is very graphic, and may not be suitable for every reader. Also, this was my first fanfiction, that I’ve ever wrote on Hazbin Hotel, and it was the first fanfic that I’ve wrote since around 2 years. Even I don’t like it that much. But right now, I sadly have no time and/or ideas to write a new one. But soon, I will be writing all over the place again :)

Also also, this story doesn’t stay true to the HH lore to the end. So because of that one little detail, I will say it’s an AU, even if it’s just that one single thing that’s changed.

So, after all of this, I hope you will still enjoy this fanfiction!

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It was early morning in the Hazbin Hotel. It has been two days after the defeat of Sir Pentious, and since the Radio Demon, Alastor, moved into the Hotel. Charlie woke up to the red sunbeams that shined through the window of her room. She rolled around, and noticed, that Vaggie was still asleep next to her. She gave her a kiss on the cheek, rolled around to the other side of the bed, and slowly stood up. One stretch later, the young princess found herself in the bathroom of the small apartment. After washing her face, and getting ready for the day, she smiled to her reflection in the mirror.

“Maybe today. Hell is a big place after all. Someone will check in eventually.” She said to herself with confidence.

She opened the door to the corridor, looked back one last time, to see her girlfriend, still asleep. Charlie smiled, and silently closed the door behind her. She walked down the small, cranky staircase into the Lobby of the Building. She stepped into the large room, and looked around. Husk was blackout drunk at the bar, and lied unconscious on the counter, with a bottle of cheap booze in his right hand. Angel was asleep on the couch, with one half of his feminine body hanging from the side. And Niffty was… Somewhere. Charlie had no idea where she could be sleeping. Or even if she needed any sleep at all. The only other figure that was missing was the Radio Demon Alastor. But to be honest, the young girl was quite relieved to not see him anywhere.

“Goooood morning darling!” Screamed a voice from behind her. It sounded like an old timey radio. She turned around in an instant, and saw the gigantic grin of the Radio Demon, just inches away from her face. She stepped back before answering with a slightly shaky voice: “Good morning Alastor. How was your sleep?” She asked while turning around again, to open the front door.

“Ohhh, just magnificent! Thank you, young lady!” he jumped in front of her, stopping Charlie in her way, “And how was your rest?” He asked her, while bowing down, to be on eye level with the girl.

“Good, thanks”, she replied, while carefully stepping around him.

She made her way to the front door, while Alastor still tried to talk to her.

“Are you awaiting any guests, my darling? Or will this be another boring day?” he interrogated her.

“You still don’t believe in me, do you?”

“Well, of course not! Once a demon, always a demon!”

Charlie left out a disappointed sigh.

“Not all demons are inherently evil. And I will prove it to you soon enough!” she called out.

“Well that’s what I call passionate! Although I would call it naive too! Maybe even stupid!”

“You can think what you want.” Charlie muttered to herself.

Soon she stood in front of the big entrance to the Hazbin Hotel. She took the silver keys out of her pocket, and unlocked the door. The heavy glass door slowly swung open, and from one moment to the other, a slim and shady creature stood before her. It was around twice as high as Charlie, and wore a long, oak brown coat, that hid almost its entire body. She slowly looked up, flying past his black, shimmering shoes, the long coat that was buttoned up just above his waist, and up to his chest, where she could make out a white shirt beneath the mantle. And finally, she saw his head. A human like face with pale skin. His hair was tousled, and the right half of his face was covered in bandages. He looked down at Charlie.

“You’re the girl from the news.” He said with a very monotone, and deep voice.

“Y-Yes.” Charlie muttered out.

“I heard demons can get.. Rehabilitated in this place. A chance to leave hell.”

“Y-You heard right!” she said enthusiastically.

“Can I check in?”

“O-Of course you can!” she screamed out. Her face, went from scared to happy within seconds.

She quickly stepped around him, and threw her arm around the figure.

“Husk! Wake up you drunk idiot! We've got a guest!” she screamed across the room, to wake up the drunk demon.

“Huh? What the fuck?”, he mumbled, with his gritty and rough voice, while slowly lifting his head up from the counter.

“Hmm, don’t scream like that. Some people are trying to sleep.”, Angel complained while rolling around, turning his face away from the room and into the soft pillow of the couch.

“Well, that’s something new. A customer!”, screamed Alastor out in surprise.

“He’s a guest.” Charlie corrected him. “Our first guest of many more to come! I’m so happy!” She let go of the man, and danced a quick pirouette in the middle of the room, never losing her grin, that went from ear to ear.

“I saw your little song in the news, but I assumed you would just play a role. Are you always this disgustingly happy?”, the man asked grim.

“Uhm, yes! I mean,” she hesitated, and played with her fingers, while she tried to think of something to say. “You’re our first guest! I’m just a little nervous.”

With a grunt, the man proceeded to walk to the counter, where Husk was slowly sobering up.

“Urgh, name?”, the still drunk demon asked.

“Caleb.”, the tall man answered.

“Here. Room 104. Welcome to the…” Husk began to think. Snipping his fingers, to desperately find the name of the hotel he was working at.

“To the Hazbin Hotel!”, Charlie screamed and swung her arms wide open.

“What’s with the screaming down here?”, a female voice questioned into the lobby. It was Vaggie, who was coming downstairs, while rubbing her right eye.

“Vaggie! You wouldn’t believe it!”, Charlie jumped around her girlfriend, grabbing her by the waist, and pointing with an open hand towards the first guest of the Hazbin Hotel.

“I introduce you to Caleb!” She turned her head and closed the gap between hers and Vaggie’s eyes. “Isn’t this awesome?!” she asked, still overly excited.

“I guess so.”, Vaggie turned away, and slowly moved towards the big figure.

“So, Caleb. What brought you to the Hotel?”, she asked while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Caleb, who didn’t even looked at her yet, replied: “Salvation, I guess. I’m tired of this shit down here. The screaming, the death, the suffering. So I thought that I maybe give it a-”, he turned his head, and stopped in the middle of his sentence, when he saw Vaggie for the first time. “try.”, he finished.

“Is something wrong?”, she curiously asked.

“No. You just-”, a short pause, “reminded me of someone.”

“Really? And who would that be?”, she interrogated him.

“Nobody you would know. I think.”, he said, while undressing his coat, and hanging it onto the dresser.

“Well, maybe we should get to know each other better?”, Charlie proposed, “So Caleb, my name is Charlie, aaaaaand, I run this whole thing. This is my girlfriend Vaggie-”, she pointed at the girl, who still had her arms crossed, and looked at Caleb with an disgusted face, “This is Husk. He’s our bartender and welcomer.”, Charlie lost energy in the last word, when she saw, that Husk was unconscious again. “Anyway! We also have Niffty, who I didn’t find anywhere yet, but is around here somewhere! She’s our housekeeping, so to speak, hehe.”, Charlie let out a nervous laughter. “And this-”, she moved her hand in Alastor’s direction, “Is Alastor!”

“The fucking Radio Demon?!”, Caleb screamed out in fear, “Are you fucking kidding me, girl?!”

“Ohh, don’t worry my big friend! I have nothing evil in mind! I just like to watch Charlie’s dreams getting destroyed and eaten by an vicious demon!”, Alastor screamed out happily.

“Interesting choice of words, Alastor.”, Angel pointed out, while slowly getting up from the couch.

“Uhm, and this is Angel dust he’s our… Uhm-”, Charlie tried to find the right words. “Hotel whore.”, he finished her sentence, “For just a little amount of money, I can make you feel, real good.”, he whispered, while rubbing against Caleb’s shoulder.

“Uhm, yeah, no. Thank you, kiddo.”, he refused.

“Your loss.”, Angel said smiling, while going back to his couch.

“So. Are we getting started? And if so, how exactly?”, Caleb questioned Charlie.

“Well.. We can start right now! If you want to.”, she explained

“Great.”, he replied.

Charlie, moved him upstairs, into a small room, where they sat down at a small table. She moved an old, dusty, armchair onto one end of the wooden table, and a clunky wooden chair onto the other. Charlie sat down on the wooden chair, Caleb settled in the armchair.

“So, why are you in hell?”, Charlie asked.

“I don’t know. I guess because I killed some girls back in the 60’s. You know, drove next to them, at night, offered a lift, then kidnapped them, took them home, killed and ate them.”, he explained.

Charlie cramped up in her seat, still a smile on her face, but visually scared.

Caleb continued: “I never raped them tho. I’m not that kind of sicko. Just a clean kill. Fine, maybe a little bit of torture here and there, you know? But only on the ones I didn’t like. And then the usual. Cutting them open, sometimes they were still alive at that point!”, he let out a small laughter, “Ahh, but then I would exempt the body, cut out the brain, ate the heart raw, and the rest I kept in my freezer for later. But the heart… Yeah.. You have to eat that raw.”, he drifted away, “That taste of someone who lived sheer moments ago is just… Incredible.”, he proceeded to explain. “But I’m getting off topic. Well, I didn’t really have any use for the bones, so I usually just hid them in the woods. The skin made really good clothing, and the rest was all edible. But then one day… Some bitch ratted me out. She could escape and tell the cops, before I could finish her off. I got cocky and didn’t torture her enough. I mean, I cut out her left eye, and debreasted her.. But the blood loss wasn’t enough. She managed to run away, and tell the cops. And what did I do? Huh. Followed her, and rammed my hatched into her back, right in front of the officer hahaha! Well, he shot me 3 times in the head.”, he finished.

Charlie still scared and cramped up in her chair, slowly calmed down, and sat down normally again.

“A-Alright… Hehe, uhm…”, she struggled to find her words, “How did you feel, when you commited the murders?”

“I felt alive. I loved it. And I would do it again any time!”

“Oh… Okay. I Didn’t expect that answer, but… We will get there! We will make you a good boy again! Don’t worry! You will be out of here, in no time!”, she assured him with a smile.

The night came quickly. Charlie trained the entire day with Caleb. She tried to give him something else to eat, trained him to be nice to people, and to cook something else than human flesh. But when the night came, and the hotel went to bed, it showed, that maybe, not in every demon is a rainbow in their heart.

The door slowly opened, and what followed where big, clunky steps. Charlie was sleeping tightly, next to her girlfriend, and didn’t notice, the large shadow, that lied itself over the two. The creature stepped around the bed, onto Vaggie’s side.

“You fucking bitch.”, he whispered to himself.

Vaggie slowly opened her eyes, and saw the man standing in front of her.

“Caleb? What’s going on?”, she asked, while rubbing her right eye.

He didn’t say a word. He instantly jumped down, and pressed a tissue with a substance into her face. She resisted for a few seconds, before falling unconscious. Caleb looked onto the other side of the bed, and saw, that Charlie was still sleeping. He looked down at Vaggie again.

“Now you’ll get, what you fucking deserve.”

he dragged her out of the bed, downstairs, deeper into the basement of the hotel. He tied her up, and threw her on the ground. She woke up just seconds after.

“Huh? What the fuck? Where am I?!”, she screamed at the man.

“You thought I forgot? You fucking bitch brought me down here!”, he screamed, while kicking into Vaggie’s stomach. She coughed in pain.

“What the fuck are you talking about, asshole?!”, she yelled at him.

“What do you think, woman?!”, he grabbed the bandages on his head, and ripped them right off, revealing three holes in his skull. “You did this to me!”, he accused her.

Then it slowly came back to Vaggie. Why she was down here in hell. She remembered the face. She remembered the pain she felt, when her eye got removed from her skull. When her breasts were ripped off without a warning, and the pain she felt, when the hatched slammed into her back.

“You…”, she whimpered. “You son of a bitch! You’re him! You’re this asshole who killed me!”, she tried to jump up, and tackle him, but without any luck. She only managed to get onto her knees, what Caleb used to kick her right in the face.

She fell to the ground again, with a bleeding nose, and tears in her eyes. Then she heard the unseathing of knife.

“Get the fuck away from me!”, Vaggie crawled back slowly, but soon hit a damp wall.

“No running away this time, bitch.”, he stated, and shortly after, he jumped down.

He stabbed her belly numerous times, over and over again. Blood was spilling out of every hole in the women's body. She screamed for help, but nobody came. She was going to die in this basement. It was going dark, very dark. She saw the face of Charlie in front of her, smiling, being happy.

“I love you Charlie.”, she said with her last dying breath, before she closed her eyes. Forever.

Caleb stepped up, and examined his work. Vaggie’s body lied before him. Covered in blood. He bowed down, and dragged the body back into the middle of the room. He untied her arms and legs, and began to cut open her stomach, when he heard a voice from the outside.

“Vaggie? Where are you? Are you okay?”

It was Charlie. But the man had no time to think of a plan. His clothes were drenched in the blood of the young women too, and before he could really think of anything, the basement door swung open.

“Vaggie? I heard screaming and-”, she abruptly stopped when she walked into the scene of the murder.

“V-Vaggie?”, she asked out of breath. Tears began to form within her eyes, when she walked towards the body, with shaking legs.

“V-Vaggie? Please, answer?”, she whimpered out. Then she looked at the person beside the body.

“C-Caleb… What have you? Why have you? I can’t… Wha….”, she couldn’t find any words to describe what was going on inside her head. She fell to her knees, and soon, the tears, began to fall. She was crying and sobbing, with a hanging head, while Caleb slowly stood up.

“Well. I guess you were wrong, hehe. Some demons don’t have a Rainbow in their heart. You’re truly pathetic. Thinking this stupid hotel would change anyone. I wasted my entire day, trying to win your trust. Damn, I’m almost as stupid as you are!”, he laughed out loud.

“You didn’t… This isn’t happening…”, Charlie cried.

“Oh, you better believe it. What did you expect? We’re in hell! This relationship wouldn’t have worked anyway. You should thank me!”, he pointed out.

“You son of a bitch.”, she whispered.

“Uhm, I’m sorry, what now?”

“You son of a bitch! I will fucking kill you!!!”, She jumped up, and ran with full speed at the gigantic monster. He readied up his knife, trusting, that in her blind anger, she would just ran straight into it. But when she closed in, the knife just shattered on her skin. The shards of the blade rained down on the ground, when in the next moment, he felt an unbelievable pain in his face. He flew across the room, and slammed against the rear wall. Caleb shook his head, wondering what just happened. Then he turned around and saw Charlie running towards him. She jumped on top of him, and punched him in the face, over and over and over again, until his head resembled nothing more than a mashed potato.

Charlie let her head sink down again. She looked at her hand, which was dripping with the blood of the murderer of her girlfriend.

“You son of a bitch.”, she whispered to his body.

She slowly got up, turned around and carefully walked towards Vaggie’s body.

“V-Vaggie?”

No reaction.

“It’s me, Charlie. We can go back to sleep now.”, she whimpered under tears, but still trying to set up a smile.

“Come on, wake up. We can even have some fun if you want to.”

Charlie stood next to the open body of her girlfriend. She kneeled down, and lifted her head up from the ground and rested it on her thighs. Charlie slowly stroke through the hair of her lost love.

“I love you, Vaggie.”, she cried, “I’m sorry. It was my fault.”, she said, while her tears fell down to Vaggie’s face, rolled down her cheeks, and dripped off into the puddle of blood that had collected on the ground.

She failed. She was wrong. Because,

Not all demons, have a Rainbow in their Heart.

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So, now I want to say thanks to @nightsoulvixen for hosting Varlie week! I enjoyed it quite a bit, and hope, that something like this will be hosted again in the near future! :)

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odderancyart · 6 years

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@pentollsinwhynot (and since that tag wasn’t working, @pentollsinwriter) said on this post:

and don't forget the famous Grim brother versions and original Andersen Tales. I imagine Toriel telling the original Little Mermaid tale as a bedtime story to the kids who fell down ¨

Yes. H.C. Andersen’s fairy tales aren’t that gruesome - when I was little we had a cartoon with the originals and I'm an easily frightened person and I adored them - but yes.

I don’t care much about Toriel though, especially non-UT Toriels, so... Have some Spicyhoney

(Spoiler warning for H.C. Andersen’s The Wild Swans. If you care at all for fairy tales, I truly suggest you go read the story first because it’s such a wonderful one to be missing out on.)

“Far away, in the land to which the swallows fly when it is winter, lived a king who had eleven sons, and one daughter, named Eliza. The eleven brothers were princes, and each went to school with a star on his breast and a sword by his side. They wrote with diamond pencils on golden slates and learned their lessons so quickly and read so easily that everyone knew they were princes. Their sister Eliza sat on a little stool of glass and had a book full of pictures, which had cost as much as half a kingdom.”

Stretch froze in the hallway, blinking. Had he heard right? Unconsciously, he straightened, and if he had had ears, he they would’ve perked up.

“These children were happy, but they were not long to remain so, for their father, the king, married a queen who did not love the children, and who proved to be a wicked witch.”

A grin spread over his face, and as quietly as he could, he stepped back, until he stood just outside of the guest room. Careful not to be seen, he glanced inside. There, by the bed, sat Edge. A deep purple book with golden letters rested in his lap, wide open. And he was smiling, his red eyelights soft, as his gaze went between the book and the two kids lying in the bed. Chara and the Frisk of Undertale. They’d promised to look after them overnight. Or, more exactly, Edge had promised.

“The Queen began to show her unkindness the very first day.” Edge’s voice was gentle as he told the story, and Stretch leaned against the wall, smiling as he listened. He hadn’t been expecting the other to read them a bedtime story, though. Hadn’t thought they did that in Fell-verses at all, honestly. It wasn’t an unfair assumption, with how Red more than once had scoffed at fairy tales, and Razz had gotten into a full lecture about giving children false hope about the future.

He was happy to find out he’d been wrong. To imagine his fiancé had grown up without the fairy tales he himself had so adored- It had hurt. His soul felt more at ease. Quietly, he slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor, leaning against it. He closed his eyes and listened. Enjoyed the sound of his lover’s warm voice. His entire body seemed to warm.

“’Go out into the world and look after yourselves,’ said the Queen. ‘Fly like great birds without a voice.’ But she could not make it so bad for them as she would have liked, for they were turned into eleven beautiful wild swans.”

At that, he heard Chara ohhh. The rascal did always like the conflict more than the happy ending. The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. Perhaps it wasn’t strange they’d gotten along so well with Edge. Chuckling, Stretch tilted his head so he could hear better.

The story went on, and on. It wasn’t a short one, as some fairy tales were. The princes had disappeared forever, and soon also the daughter, Eliza, was forced to leave the castle after her stepmother put her under a spell to make her unrecognizable. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder why stepmothers always were the evil ones in fairy tales. But he had no answer. He was a mechanic, not a researcher of stories. Eliza went through a great deal, but eventually, she was told how to break the curse on her brothers.

“’If you are brave and strong, your brothers can be released,’ said she. ‘Water is softer than your own delicate hands and yet it polishes and shapes stones. But it feels no pain such as your fingers will feel. It has no soul and cannot suffer such agony and torment as you will have to endure. Do you see the stinging nettle which I hold in my hand? The same sort grows round the cave in which you sleep, but only these, and those that grow on the graves of a churchyard, will be of any use to you. These you must gather, even while they burn blisters on your hands. Break them to pieces with your hands and feet and they will become material for weaving. From this you must spin and weave eleven coats with long sleeves. If these are then thrown over the eleven swans, the spell will be broken. But remember well, that from the moment you start your task until it is finished, even though it occupy years of your life, you must not speak. If you speak then your brothers will immediately die. Their lives hang upon your tongue. Remember all that I have told you.’”

Even with Edge making voices for the characters, Stretch felt himself stiffen. That took an unexpectedly dark turn? But he relaxed once again as Eliza eventually married a king. This sounded more like a proper children’s story once more. Concern had been awoken, though. Did Edge really know what kind of stories were appropriate for kids? Stretch had to bite down on his tongue to avoid snickering; by Toriel, he really should let Blue know he had, for even a moment, suspected he might be the responsible one in this relationship. Even if it only was regarding fairy tales.

“Then with a trembling heart, Eliza crept into the garden in the moonlight, and passed through the narrow walks and the deserted streets till she reached the churchyard. She prayed silently, gathered the burning nettles and carried them home with her to the castle,” Edge continued. Looking around the corner again, Stretch felt his soul melt as he gently brushed away a lock of hair from Frisk’s face. “One person only had seen her, and that was the bishop – he was awake while others slept. Now he felt sure that his suspicions were correct, all was not right with the queen. He thought she was a witch and had bewitched the king and all the people.”

And then. Edge’s voice had turned dark as the story proceeded, and he said, “Now all the people came from the city to see the witch burned. “

Stretch’s soul skipped a beat, and before he could even think, he was on his feet, stepping into the room. Edge twisted around to see as he came inside, taking the book out of his lover’s hands. The kiddos stared at him in confusion. The same bewilderment covered Edge’s face as Stretch closed the book with a thump full of finality. “Love, what-”

“That’s not a story for kids, Edge,” he hissed. Chara had been furious when Asgore wouldn’t let them watch Annabelle, so how they’d react now, he didn’t know.

Edge blinked. “It’s very appropriate. It even has a happy ending,” he protested, standing up to reach for the book again. Then he glanced at the kids. “Apologies for the spoiler, children.”

“It’s fine,” Frisk replied sweetly, even as Chara scowled. As Stretch got distracted by their comment, Edge jerked the book out of his hand. Frisk sat up, staring at Stretch. The kid had one hell of a stare. He felt a shiver run down his spine. Probably, they’d learnt it from Sans. “That’s a kids’ story, Stretch. My first mama used to read it to me when I was little.”

“But-” Stretch’s protest went unnoticed as Edge demonstratively sat down again. A smile tugged at his mouth as he grabbed Stretch’s waist, and he yelped as he was tugged into his fiancé’s lap. Scowling, he crossed his arms, but Edge only hushed him, pecking his cheek.

“It is perfectly fine, love. It’s one of the ones both I and Frisk’s mother could agree on, even if she was hesitant. Now be quiet, please.”

After a moment of consideration, Stretch sighed, nodding. If Ms Toriel had agreed, he supposed it was alright. He leaned into the other’s embrace and was awarded another chaste kiss. After, he could almost hear Chara roll their eyes. Then Edge continued telling the story.

“This flower the king plucked, and when he placed on Eliza she woke up with peace and happiness in her heart. Then all the church bells rang of themselves, and the birds came in great flocks. And then a marriage parade, such as nobody had ever before seen, returned to the castle, where the king and Eliza lived in happiness for the rest of their lives. The end.” Edge closed the book. The thump was loud.

As he shifted, Stretch slid out of his lap, so he could stand. “Goodnight, children,” he murmured, petting first Frisk and then Chara. Both let him, and Chara even smiled. “Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight,” they chorused.

Grabbing Stretch’s hand, Edge led him out of the bedroom, leaving the door half-open behind them. They made their way into the living room, and he was pulled down into the couch before anyone spoke another word. Stretch heard him chuckle as he leaned into Edge’s embrace again, his head settling against the other’s collarbone. “See. Was that so awful?”

“Guess not,” he admitted, although grudgingly. Why was the other almost always right? It wasn’t fair. “Still. A witch burning? That’s too fricking dark for a kids’ story.”

Edge’s throaty chuckle sent pleasant shivers up his arms. “Oh, dearest. Then you should hear the stories I was told as a child.” He paused. Glancing up, Stretch could see him grin sharply. “Perhaps not. There’s a possibility you wouldn’t get much sleep then.”

“What.”

#spicyhoney #underfell #underswap #undertale #uf papyrus #us papyrus #us chara #ut frisk #hc andersen #the wild swans #fairy tales #pentollsinwhynot

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harryff · 6 years

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Stevie

You turn to look at Alexa “my fiance’s in love with another woman” you sigh bringing your cocktail up to your lips for another sip

She giggles “no he is not”

“You can’t deny the truth Alexa”

“Well he’s always loved her” she reasons

“True" you watch him “Why do we do this Alexa?” you look at Harry dancing “why do we create a monster?”

She shakes her head “ I don’t know we must be evil” she laughs “alcohol is not his friend”

“It sho’ aint” you say in a southern accent

You were both standing watching Harry dance with Stevie Nicks hands wrapped around her waist taught head nuzzled against her shoulder as they danced in circles

“It is his birthday” she reasons. His 24th birthday, you along with Alexa planned a surprise party

“I know” you smile at her

She chuckles “he’s really drunk”

“Thank you for that” you scowl at her momentarily before smiling “now i have to go home with a clingy needy giant”

She grins “sorry”

“You just had to give him shots”

“He’s having fun!” she laughs

You giggle “I know I’m just playing.”

You and Alexa talk cracking jokes about Harry and his dancing skills before he rushes to you stumbling a bit off balance

“Pet!” he holds his boyish grin

“Hi honey” you smile back

He smiles and turns to Stevie Nicks “I’LL BE RIGHT BACK LUV” He turns to face you “she’s amazing Y/N I think I’m in love with her” he cups his cheek shaking his head in awe

“You don’t say” you smile back at him

“I could marry tha’ woman!”

You turn to face Alexa and give her a look she erupts in laughter which caused you to laugh

“Wha’?” he smiles watching you two giggle

You shake your head “nothing don’t keep Stephanie waiting” you shoo him away

“Oh I’m not trust me!” he takes another shot before dancing towards “Come on Steph! show me what yeh got!”

“Oh my god!” you giggle embarrassed

“Let’s hide the liquor” Alexa says picking up the bottle

“Yea we don’t need a blackened out drunk Harry” you agree

“No we don’t because I can’t carry him!”

“We’ll get Jeff and Mitch to do it”

The party raves on for a few more hours and at some point even Stevie starts grabbing drinks from him

When the next day arrives Harry wakes up groaning his eyes struggling to open you lie beside him looking at him waiting for him to open them. He rubs on them before slowly opening

You smile at him “Good morning!”

“Morning” his voice croaks cracking some of his bones

You cringe you hate when he does that “oooh” you grab the bottle of water on your night stand “here” you say handing it to him

“Thanks” he rasps he almost drinks the whole bottle before he speaks “creeper watchin me sleep, why re’yeh up so early”

“It’s 10” you say flatly

He groans “still drunk”

You giggle paying him no mind looking at the videos you took of him the previous night

“Wha’ s that?”

“Oh nothing” you sing

He tries sitting up “Oh fuck sake why do I still feel drunk?”

“Do you know how much you drank?” you chuckle

He groans

“But that’s how you know you partied hard when you’re still fucked up the next day”

“Why are yeh not drunk?”

“Who was gonna take care of you? and who was gonna take care of me?”

“Alexa”

“Noo is not fair to her I drank just not as much as you did”

He looks at his phone checking for any important messages. You return your attention to your phone

“Hold me” he says pulling you towards him

“You need a shower” you try pushing him away

“Mhm mhm” he hums shaking his head burying it deeper into your neck

“Yes you do Harry sweating tequila!”

He chuckles softly

“It will make you feel better” you rub his head

“Only if yeh take one with me”

“Deal”

After the shower you migrate to the kitchen.

“Ohhh my gooodddd peettt” Harry groans in agony his head on the island still feeling dizzy

“Drink this” you say handing him his smoothie

“My angel”

“Uh huh”

You stand on the opposite side waiting for the coffee to finish brewing

“What re’yeh watching?” he asks

You turn your phone to show him the video “you proposed to Stephanie last night”

He looks uncomfortable watching it

You laugh at him

“Sorry” he chuckles nervously

You shrug “I’m no Stevie Nicks. Can’t get on her level”

“Don’t need to be” he says flipping through your phone

“Hmm” you hum nonchalantly “Plus I don’t think it’s legal to have two wives”

“I was really drunk” he says handing you your phone

You nod agreeing “You were! You professed well” you think “yea professed loudly to the whole crowd how much you loved her then proceeded to get on one knee I almost didn’t catch a thing.”

He groaned “ugh”

You pour your cup of coffee “You know i almost got worried Stephanie says yes I’m out of the picture!” You giggle “told me you were in love with her”

He chuckles “I was drunk!” he walks up beside you to get a cup

You stand beside him leaning on the counter “You know what they say drunk man words sober man thoughts”

“I wouldn’t leave yeh for Stephanie”

You give him look you’re not falling for that “I don’t believe that”

He laughs

“Can’t fool me Styles. Then you danced all night with her”

He waggles his brows at you“Not jealous re’yeh?”

You refuse to answer that question “ I was just your chauffeur your chaperone. It was like Y/N who? Where? only when i came to check on you, you remembered.”

He laughs

You laugh along “And you really turned on your A game when she walked in you were so charming. Turning on your Rico Suave persona” you imitate his accent “ ‘Can I get yeh anything else Stephanie? ’S no problem luv ill cater to yeh, dance with me darlin’ . You know poor old me I got the ring so I guess that’s all i get. Two years to get a proposal Stephanie gets it in 4 hours!” you giggle “What she got that i aint got?” you tease in a southern accent you say cutting the fruit

He laughs harder “Don’t say that came home wit yeh didn’t i?”

“Yea about that you got in her car” you laugh “It took her lying to you for you to get in our car!”

“‘M sorry poppet” he mumbles against your neck “’M a sloppy drunk” as much as he knew you were joking he felt guilty for ignoring you

You giggle moving away “I know”

“Know I love yeh don’ yeh ”

“Mmmhm!” you hum

“Not gonna say it back?”

“Love you too Hazza now move breakfast time!” you nudge him away

After breakfast you sit on his lap on the couch

“This hangover sucks!” he groans

“Yea we tried to stop you from drinking. tried is the key word here”

He chuckles “Damn it is there nothing good that i did last night?”

“It was your birthday you were having fun!”

“Did yeh have fun at least?” he asks

“Yea” you shrug “Alexa and I have new jokes about you”

He sits there for awhile head resting on the pillow giving the medicine time to work. When the nausea subsides he doesn’t like that your attention is on the phone and not him.

“Hangovers suck” he says seeking your sympathy

“They do but you’ll get better buddy” you glance at him

“Just want yeh to hold me”

“Oh!” you lay down so he can get on top

He nuzzled into I your chest while you wrap your arms around him your phone still occupying your attention

“Pet” he whines against your neck leaving a trail of tender kisses “missed yeh” you can feel his growing bulge on your inner thigh

“Yes sugarlump, didn’t go anywhere” you run your fingers through his hair

He laughs before dragging his nose against your neck smelling your scent “asked yeh a question”

“What was it?”

“Not jealous of Stephanie re’yeh?”

You bite your lip pausing before you answer “nope”

He chuckles “lying to me” he speaks against your neck his hands roaming your body pawing at you

“No I had to accept that Stevie and I will be sisters wives”

He laughs tickling your neck

“As long as I’m the first wife! That is my only request! who am I kidding she would be the queen”

He starts sucking on your neck “Yeh’ll be my only wife” moving his hips against your groin

“Harry” he’s making it harder for you to concentrate on your phone

“Hmmm” he hums biting down on your earlobe

“What are you doing?”

He pulls your thighs further apart wrapping them around his waist relaxing onto your body so you could feel all of him “Yeh know what ‘m doin” you giggle “never got my birthday present” he’s focused on getting you just as horny as he was

“What a whole party with Stevie Nicks and that’s not enough?”

He shakes his head “mhm mhm” he hums hands snaking down “Take this off” he pulls your shorts and underwear down tossing them aside

You bite your lip “What more could you want?”

He looks at you his hand snaking down to your throbbing clit rubbing light circles with his thumb “my fiance”

You moan “has a nice ring to it”

He smirks and bends down pulling your bottom lip into his mouth before kissing you, he stops raising up fingers playing with your folds before pushing one into your slit “Be better when I call yeh my wife” his looking at your facial expressions

“Ohhh” Your back arches you start moaning

“Don’ yeh think so Y/N” he bends down to kiss you. “tell me pet” he raises up again he loves watching pleasure take over your body

You gasp feeling him push another finger in “Yes I love that” your phone is still in your hand replaying a video “Put the phone away poppet ‘s my birthday ‘nd i want all yeh attention” you grip the phone harder feeling your climax “Yeh know i don’t like to share get off the bloody phone!” Your hand releases the phone letting it fall to the floor

“Yes daddy”

He growls bending down to kiss you

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How about a fic (animal world) where Johnny is Captain Underpants?

Hypnotism is NOT for Amateurs

Ok sooooo. I couldn’t bring myself to make him Captain Underpants so I decided to take the spirit of the story and bring in two best friends messing with someone using a hypno ring. I hope you can forgive me my artistic expression!!

Eddie carried the small cardboard box close to his chest as he hurried through the theater towards Buster’s office. He smiled giddily at Miss Crawly when she greeted him and then burst into Buster’s office with even so much as a knock. His best friend was precariously balanced on a rickety ladder and Eddie’s sudden entrance threw him off balance so that he was tumbling down to the floor. Eddie paid no heed to his friend’s situation and instead slammed the door closed and proceeded to close the blinds to every window. When Buster dazedly stood and looked over the other side of his desk Eddie was bouncing excitedly and gesturing towards a small cardboard box.

“Eddie? Why are all the blinds closed?” He asked in confusion but Eddie didn’t offer an explanation.

“Buster. Ohhh Man. You’re not gonna believe it. I finally got it! After all these years.” Eddie ranted giddily, almost vibrating with excitement. Buster raised an eyebrow at his friend, seriously considering whether or not his friend had finally lost it, but Eddie didn’t seem to care. He just pushed the box closer to Buster and let out an excited noise that was so loud that Buster felt his eardrums pop. He winced and rubbed at his ear with one hand and slowly lifted the lid of the box with the other. Buster glanced at the contents briefly and let out a loud gasp, his tiny hands flying to his face as he gazed into the box with intense wonderment.

“Eddie. Oh my gosh Eddie no. This can’t be.” His voice was almost childlike and his gaze could not be pulled away from the object resting innocently in the box on his desk.

“Dude yes. It’s exactly what you think it is.” Eddie said, the same childlike excitement echoing in his voice.

Buster’s shaking hands reached into the box and slowly pulled out an aging plastic ring with a peeling black and white swirl sticker facing outward.“Is this what I think it is?” Buster asked breathlessly as he cradled the ring in his open palm, his gaze never leaving it.

“The Limited Edition Hypno-Master Ring from the year 1980.“ Eddie leaned forward so that the two friends were huddled together like small children.“Awesome.” Buster whimpered and reverently put the ring on his finger, treating it like a precious family heirloom. After a few minutes of silence Eddie glanced at the door and then back to the ring.

“We’re gonna try it out right Buster?” He asked tentatively and he held his breath as Buster seemed to consider the notion for a heartbeat.

“Well of course!!” He leapt off of his desk, and hurried to the door, Eddie eagerly following behind him. They crept past Miss Crawly as she leaned back in her chair, snoring loudly and mumbling quietly. Once they cleared his office the two giggling animals snuck through the theater, imitating ninjas as they searched for their first test subject.

The first animal that they happened to find turned out to be the unsuspecting gorilla who was humming to himself as he jotted down notes on sheet music. Johnny had been working with Ash on creating his own music lately and as a result had been working himself to death in order to finish his first song. Buster tried to casually stroll up to his charge but his facade was broken when he and Eddie descended into a fit of childish giggles. Johnny stopped writing to shoot the two a confused look, watching them with tired eyes as they slowly composed themselves. Then, like two evil twins they turned to him, mischievous grins practically breaking their faces with their force.

“Uh… wots up guys?” He asked cautiously and Buster inched slightly closer to him, his hand twitching from behind his back.

“Oh nothing Johnny. Just….” Buster suddenly leapt forward and thrust his hypno ring into the unsuspecting gorilla’s face. Before Johnny could say anything Buster moved the ring back and forth.

Johnny couldn’t help himself as his eyes followed the movement and in seconds his mind began to fuzz over with an all-consuming, white blankness. He didn’t register Buster crowing with delight as he jumped for joy, and he definitely didn’t notice the stream of tears running down Eddie’s face.

Johnny was under their spell.

“So uh… what do we do now?” Eddie asked after he had dried his happy tears and stood staring into Johnny’s glazed brown eyes. Buster, who was still embroiled in his victory dance, which consisted of him kissing the ring and shaking his booty, stopped short.

“I…I don’t know.” He grumbled, suddenly put out by their lack of plan. He looked at Johnny, desperately wracking his brain for ideas on what he could do with his newfound power.

When his mind came up blank he turned to his partner in crime, who was still consumed with thought.

Suddenly Eddie’s face lit up and he motioned for Buster to come closer. Buster immediately hurried to his side and the lanky black sheep leaned down to whisper in his best friend’s large ears. With each word Buster’s grin grew and his eyes sparkled with mischievous glee.

“Oh. Oh hohohohohohoho.” He chuckled to himself and rubbed his tiny hands together eagerly. After their plan had been laid out Buster stepped up to where Johnny stood staring at nothing.

“Johnny. Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.” He cackled and then leaned over to whisper in his ear. When he finished whispering the command he stepped back and watched as Johnny shuffled off towards another part of the stage.

Eddie whipped out his phone, camera at the ready, and the two took off after the gorilla, intent on capturing his humiliation.

Johnny mindlessly made his way up the stairs, a small trail of drool making its way out of his mouth. When he reached the top of the stairs he made a beeline for the copier, keyed in a hundred copies and then proceeded to unbuckle his jeans and sit down on the copier.

Lights flashed under him and copy after copy of his pressed butt cheeks flooded the room. Buster and Eddie burst into the room just in time to catch the gorilla in the act.

They collapsed to the floor, heaving with laughter and clutching their stomachs. Once the copier was done Johnny hopped off, redid his pants and stood in front of it, patiently waiting for his next command.

Buster and Eddie laughed hysterically for a few minutes before they finally calmed down. They laid on the hardwood floor side by side, their eyes streaming with tears and their stomachs aching pleasantly.

“That was awesome!” Eddie exclaimed as he threw his hands into the air and let out another airy laugh. Buster let out a little giggle and rested his hands on his stomach, trying to soothe the aching muscles there.

“Your turn dude.” Eddie announced after another minute of silence and Buster pursed his lips as a million thoughts soared through his head. Buster hopped up to his feet and wandered over to where Johnny was standing dazedly in front of the copy machine. He circled the gorilla as he pondered each scheme that popped into his head, Eddie watching him in anticipation.

After a minute of pacing he suddenly stopped dead and snapped his fingers excitedly, “I’ve got it. This is gonna be hilarious!” He chuckled to himself and hopped up onto the copier so that he was level with Johnny’s ear. He then leaned in and began to whisper once more in his ear, giving poor Johnny his next task. When Buster finished talking and stepped back, Johnny began to strip down until he was wearing only his bright red boxers and dashed out of the room, yelling loudly.

Eddie shot Buster a confused look but his friend just grinned in reply and led the way out onto the stage. When they arrived Johnny was still yelling loudly but now he was swinging through the rafters like a primitive ape. It was in that moment that Eddie recognized his yell from an old kids TV show about a mammal living on a primitive island away from society.

“Oh my god you made him into Tarzan?!” He exclaimed and once more the infectious laughter started up. Within seconds the two were rolling on the stage, laughing loudly as Johnny swung around and made primitive ape calls. They didn’t notice as a figure came onto the stage slowly, their eyes glinting with mischief.

Eddie and Buster were pulled from their laughter by a familiar sarcastic voice as Ash walked over and pulled the hypno ring off of Buster’s finger, “Nice work guys.”

“Hey! Give that back it’s vintage.” Eddie pouted but Ash silenced him with a withering glare as she slid the ring onto her own finger.

“You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.” She cracked her knuckles and strutted off towards where Johnny was swinging in the rafters. From where they sat Buster and Eddie watched her go with pouting faces, their fun over and their ring gone. Eddie slouched off to go pout at home and drown his sorrows in a video games while Buster headed back to his office. Neither of them could shake the tingling feeling that whatever Ash was gonna do to Johnny was way beyond their imagination.

When Johnny awoke from his stupor he was laying face down in the middle of the stage. He groaned quietly and sat up, his head still spinning from whatever had happened to him. The first thing he noticed was that he was naked except for his boxers. He let out an unmanly squeak and tried fruitlessly to cover himself. He looked frantically around for his clothes and found them neatly folded just a few feet away. Johnny scrabbled frantically for them and shimmied on his jeans and long t-shirt, his heart pounding loudly in his chest.

He patted down his pockets and found two pieces of paper. The first, once unfolded was what looked like a photocopy of someones butt. Johnny stared at it for a second, puzzling over whose it was and why he would have it before his face drained of color and he dropped the photo like it was on fire. It was HIS butt. He grabbed the other piece of paper hoping that it would be something better than the first.

His pounding heart stopped for a couple beats when he saw the phone number and name written on the scrap of paper. It was Meena’s. Dumbfounded, he pulled out his phone and looked at his texts. Waiting for him was a cheery message from Meena wherein she expressed her excitement for their movie night the next day. A sappy smile spread across his face and as he left the theatre he decided that whatever the bloody hell had happened to him was a good thing.

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