#ethan would probably end up demonized

[wayward-persephone]

Ok, Ethan characters and breeding kink and / or their personal fave kink pls?

I love writing for these 🥴

The Grabber/Albert Shaw

Primal Play. He's definitely into the power imbalance between you two and he gets a total head rush after chasing you down. He always ends up catching you, no matter how fast or far you run, and he falls on you like a wild animal. There has been plenty of time where he's taken you on the ground immediately after catching you. Keeping you on your hands and knees while he mounts you from behind. If he catches you somewhere that won't conceal him fucking your brains out then he'll simply haul you into the back of his van and fuck you there. Either way, with his adrenaline pumping after a good chase, he's going to spend the next few hours enjoying his spoils.

Arthur Harrow

Would totally be into Body Worship. Would love to have you spread out underneath him, all soft and pliant, and would spend hours if he could kissing and licking and nibbling every inch of you. Would whisper words of praise and adoration against your skin the entire time. He would give you as many orgasms as he dims fit, eating you out like a man enjoying his last meal, and you are often left completely boneless and slightly incoherent afterwards.

Edward Dalton

Blood play (obviously 🥴) would purposely nick you or bite just hard enough to draw a little blood and the added taste and warmth of your blood in his mouth makes him almost feral. Anytime he gets a chance to taste you will inevitably end up with him fucking you. His eyes practically glowing and his fangs bared as he takes you, one hand on your throat to feel your fluttering pulse, and you absolutely have trouble walking the next day.

Troy Dyer

Dirty Talk is his immediate go-to. He likes getting a rise out of you, enjoys seeing you get flustered, and loves how you whimper and whine for him when he murmurs in your ear while rolling his hips slow and deep into you. He wants to look you in the eyes while he talks and what makes his words so impactful is that he means every single one. He's not one to willing offer up compliments, prefers showing you how he feels instead, but this is the one time he allows himself to be vulnerable. Of course, he also uses it to tease you. Especially if you two are out in public.

Goodnight Robicheaux

Praise Kink. This man has so many demons in his head that he's constantly trying to drown out. He feels like a horrible human for all the death he's caused so you use your intimate moments to shower him with love and affection. Telling him how good he feels inside you, how his kisses are like an aphrodisiac, and how his touch makes your blood heat in your veins. Once you start this, he would absolutely urge you to keep talking during sex, and you stammer and moan through your words as he looks at you like you hung the moon and stars

Ellison Oswalt

Cock Warming. Loves having you sitting underneath his desk, your mouth wrapped around his cock, while he works. Whenever he's stuck or gets too aroused he will lean back and grip the back of your neck while he fucks into your mouth until he's satisfied enough to continue working. Even if he spills down your throat he would grunt and murmur soft words until you swallow it all and then he makes you continue to warm him. Same goes for you warming him with your pussy. Usually it's when you two are lounging around and he just simply unbuckles his jeans or pull down his sweatpants and guide your body over his until he's buried inside you to the hilt.

King Aurvandil War-Raven

Exhibition/Public sex. Loves showing you off, loves showing you off to his people knowing they can't touch you, and loves for his people to know how good you are for him. He will sit in front of his people during a celebration, probably after a good raid or fresh from a journey, and will have you on his lap bouncing on his cock. He probably let's you keep some clothes on, not wanting everybody to see you completely exposed, and would growl and groan his pleasure loud enough to hear over the booming laughter and cheers of his men partying.

James Sandin

Lingerie/Dress Up. He would absolutely adore showering you with gifts and would especially love to see you in a pretty lacy lingerie set he bought for you. He loves the contrast between the soft silk and your skin, would want you to model every single piece for him, and will go wild if you surprise him with a new set. He just loves spoiling you and gets off on it too.

Russell Millings

Breeding/Cuddlefucking. This man is so touch-starved and pent up that it's borderline painful to witness. He absolutely lives for any type of skin contact and loves when your cuddling turns into something less innocent. He's becomes almost desperate for your touch and would often pin your body against his while he chases his pleasure inside your body. His desire to fill you to the brim and breed you slips out by accident, so lost in euphoria that he just started babbling, but the sudden intense orgasm from you both quickly eased any worries he had.

Travis Conrad

Quickies. He absolutely loves quickies and has a mental list of all the places he's dragged you to for a quick fuck. Like the bathroom of your favorite diner or in the alley beside the local bar or even in his car parked behind the grocery store. He has a very active libido and his quick refractory period leaves you in awe most times. So he's always raring to go and can immediately tell by the glint in his eyes that you are about to be squished in the nearest closet/bathroom stall as he drills into you at a brutal pace that leaves you both breathless and high on endorphins.

#the Grabber #The Black Phone #Arthur Harrow #Moon Knight #Troy Dyer #Reality Bites #Goodnight Robicheaux #The Magnificent Seven #The Purge #Ellison Oswalt #sinister #King Aurvandil War-Raven #The Northman #Russell Millings #Adopt a Highway #Travis Conrad #24 Hours To Live #Edward Dalton #Daybreakers #Ethan Hawke #the grabber headcanons #arthur harrow headcanons #Edward Dalton headcanons #Ellison Oswalt headcanons #James Sandin #James Sandin headcanons #King Aurvandil War-Raven headcanons #Russell Millings headcanons #Goodnight Robicheaux headcanons #Persephone answers

[tyanis]

The Toad Ethan Saga.

So, probably the funniest... or stupidest thing to come out of my Resident Evil male vs female polls was that week Ethan got turned into a toad.

I decided to gather links to those polls as a little reminder that this was a thing that happened.

Now, the catalyst for all of this was Rose following a will-o-wisp into some haunted woods.

The rest of the gang went after her only to discover that she'd stumbled upon a witch's cabin. The witch, annoyed at having so many strangers in her house, threatened to turn them into toads.

Most left pretty quickly but Ashley and Ethan were a little too slow.

And that is how we got Toad Ethan.

Taking the witch at her word that the spell would only last a week, the gang headed home and chose to just continue life as normal. Unfortunately, one of them swiped an ancient artifact from the witch's cabin.

Back at home, both Ashley and Toad Ethan ended up messing around with these artifacts without knowing what they were.

And then Toad Ethan accidentally summoned a demon.

Hunk, Ashley, and Steve barricade said demon in a room, never to speak of it again. But not long after, some strange occurances started happening in the house...

As Toad Ethan hopped near a dangerous gas leak in the basement, Rose heard something strange behind a bookshelf.

After Steve rescued Toad Ethan from the gas leak, the group realized that Rose was gone, having stepped into an alternate dimension.

Acting quickly, the group began to organize a rescue party.

Unfortunately, a second gas leak was discovered and more people had to stay behind, leaving only six brave souls to enter the alternate dimension to save Rose.

They had a terrible time. Luckily(?) thanks to the trauma of being in the hellscape and then being chucked out of it by Chris, Toad Ethan finally went back to being just regular Ethan.

And that's the story of the most magical week of my polls. I will not be able to top this level of stupidity.

I hope...

#resident evil #toad ethan #ethan winters #rose winters #rosemary winters #resident evil poll #this is dumb #why did i do this #Resident evil stupidity #my brain is weird #this is stupid #resident evil village #resident evil biohazard

[seradyn]

Ruvik, Karl and the daemon bastard husband Ardyn 😂💙

YES MY BOIS 👏💕👏

Gonna go in the order you listed 😉

Was gonna add video clips of my favorite moments, but you can only do one per post, so the rest are gifs 😭😭

Ruvik

First impression: Woah, who is this guy, and why is he so powerful? Is he a demon? A vengeful spirit? I am very intrigued.

Impression now: Oh god he’s tragic. OH GOD HE’S TRAGIC.

Favorite moment: In the first Kidman DLC, The Assignment, Ruvik has some absolutely spectacular dialogue with her and Leslie at the very end, after cornering them in the church. It gives me chills every time and the delivery is perfect.

“We’re all their pawns, eventual victims.

They killed me! They ripped me apart, and took what they needed.

I will destroy what they wish to control.”

The elevator scene with Sebastian is also great, but man this one is just sublime in every way.

Idea for a story: I’ve been playing with the idea for a x Reader fic with him, one in which they essentially kill him with kindness. He hasn’t experienced kindness or affection since the accident, so I’m excited to explore his character dealing with someone who doesn’t immediately find him repulsive or isn’t intimidated by him. There will also be lots of bumbling on his end, cause even though he’s smart af, he doesn’t know the first thing about relationships 😂

Unpopular opinion: He deserves compassion, and hating him is extremely shortsighted. Yes, he did terrible things, no one is debating that, but choosing to ignore the broken pieces of his humanity left in the game is being deliberately obtuse. Not saying you shouldn’t or can’t hate him, but it shouldn’t be without acknowledging his trauma. And putting others down for not hating him is downright juvenile.

Favorite relationship: I’m all about that self ship, which is probably his best bet at getting any romance, based on being…well, a serial killer. Some of my friends have shown me Ruvik x Stefano though, and that relationship would be interesting to say the least 😆

Favorite head cannon: Touch starved af and craves affection. Although touch starved is basically cannon, I think he also deeply craves some kind of connection with someone. He lost everyone he cared about; his sister died in the fire, his parents locked him in a basement, his research partner betrayed him, which lead to his death (the one he’s discussing in the above quote). I head cannon he longs for someone he can trust, really trust, and anguishes over his loneliness.

Moving on…

Karl Heisenberg

First impression: I hadn’t played the game, but I’d seen pictures of him. For some reason I thought he was the main villain, and was working with Chris to make the main character help him (no fucking clue how I arrived here 🤣🤣). Thought he was some big, gruff man who didn’t talk much and smiled even less. Why does he look like Ardyn?

Impression now: LMAOOO THIS DUDE IS A MASSIVE TROLL AND I AM SO HERE FOR IT 😂😂😂 I could not have been more wrong about him (or the plot, still not sure how I got there). He’s funny and I love his smile, and how much of a tool he is. I must say, I did not expect his voice to sound the way it does, but I’m not complaining 🥰

Favorite moment: Why isn’t there more of him why isn’t there more WHY ISN’T THERE MORE??? Anyway, probably when he tries to convince Ethan to work with him.

“Neither did I! But here we are.

And I’m next in line, right? Kill me, move up the chain!

Well, fuck that!”

He’s so animated here, I love it 🥰

Idea for a story: I’ve already mentioned I got something cookin in the old noggin, but I have more details on what I want to happen now, so I’ll be happy to share them! Surprise surprise, it’s x Reader, where they’re a botanist sent to survey the remote mountains of Romania. Collect data on the plants there for the university they work at, along with two colleagues who are cartographers, going to update outdated maps of the area. They get captured and typical RE shenanigans ensue, but I also want reader to be connected to Umbrella somehow, which I hope you can help me with. I want Miranda to know too, so she starts sending reader to all the Lords to see what happens. Little does she know reader starts to osmose some of all their powers, turning into something far more dangerous than she could’ve imagined.

That’s all I got for now, no more spoilers! Unless you want them 😉

Unpopular opinion: He has more respect for his partners than some of you seem to think. I’ve read plenty of stories where Karl is super hands on with his partner, slapping their ass and manhandling them all the time, sometimes hours after meeting them. Not my fuckin Heisenberg. He keeps his hands to himself, unless he has explicitly gotten permission to do any touching. Honestly wish some of y’all would tag your stories when you make him all grabby, it’s kinda triggering for me.

Favorite relationship: My first answer is going to be x Reader for all of these, I’m a sucker for the stuff. Although Karl x Ethan sounds endlessly amusing to me. Karl would be the puppy bouncing around everywhere while Ethan would brood in a corner 😂

Favorite head cannon: Extremely sensitive to trauma responses, and is good at comforting, due to the things Miranda did to him. He doesn’t want anyone he likes to know what that helplessness or fear feelings like.

Last, but the farthest thing from least…

Ardyn Izunia Lucis Caelum

First impression: I knew he was the villain before I started the game, but that’s all I knew. Thought he was funny as I actually got into the game, and why the hell is he everywhere??

Impression now: GREEK PLAY LEVEL TRAGIC HERO AND MY HEART ETERNALLY ACHES FOR HIM. Seriously, they did NOT need to fuck Ardyn up so much, there’s plenty of shit that happened to him that could make someone a villain by itself. But the gods and Squenix said ‘fuck this guy in particular’. I thought y’all called him ‘trash Jesus’ cause he looks like the guy, but NOOOOO there’s actually fucking parallels between the two. The healer, the betrayal, the crucifixion…not exactly subtle when you take the time to look. Aside from all that, I still love how funny he is, he always makes me laugh (when he’s not making me cry), and he’s super smart. Plus, I will always admire how he made it so he wins no matter what happens in the end. That takes some galaxy brain level planning.

Favorite moment: Imma let it speak for itself;

“You think ten years is a long time? It is nothing to me!

I have lived in darkness for AGES!”

God, the fucking level of emotion absolutely dripping from that last word kills me very time. Darin de Paul did excellently with Ardyn’s lines up until that point, but this one hits differently. The sheer anguish and sorrow you can hear in his voice is breathtaking. Made worse when you realize he’s being literal…he has spent actual ages locked in a dark cell. Words can’t properly give it credit.

Idea for a story: yall chapter 11 of ADCT is gonna be like 10k+ words 😂😂 Not done yet and it’s already at 7k lol. Hope that makes up for the 6 month hiatus 😵‍💫 Aside from that though, I have another idea for a long fic, albeit a shorter one. Where reader gets washed up on Angelgard before Verstael, and is horrified to find Ardyn strung up on the island. After freeing him, they have to work together to try to survive, figuring out how to get food, water, and fight off hypothermia. Verstael eventually arrives, and takes both of them back to Niflehiem.

Unpopular opinion: Most handsome character in FFXV by a long shot. He’s in space.

Favorite relationship: Apart from x Reader, I’m boring for this one. Ardyn x Aera, they’re so sweet and cute together. Forever bitter Ardyn didn’t get to reunite with her at the end. I know some people dig Ardyn x Gilgamesh, but meh, it’s just not for me. Hope y’all who do like it have fun with it though 😁

Favorite head cannon: Absolute teddy bear with his SOs, fucking bastard troll man with everyone else. Dynamic is super fun and amusing to me, I love the thought of him being a bean one moment then turning around and roasting Ravus with political talk the next. Oh, I also love the thought that he has a massive sweet tooth. Since his hair didn’t grow at all during his time on Angelgard, I like to think his body is in some kind of stasis, that it can’t be changed, and Ardyn takes full advantage of that. He’s got at least three different types of cake in his fridge, and several pints of ice cream in the freezer. He also keeps candy bars in his desk.

Thank you so much for this ask, it was a ton of fun to write! 😁😁

#asks #ruvik #ruben victoriano #ruben ruvik victoriano #ruvik x reader #karl heisenberg #heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x reader #ardyn #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn x reader #ardyn izunia x reader #my clips #my gifs

[crowtrobotx]

As promised, for my beloved Heisenmoots, I have written a little something. Just a little extra. A little bit of Ethan suffering because he has to be friends with the worst old man on earth for the sake of Rose. As a treat. <3 This was kind of hastily written as an introduction to a modern/no village AU - if people like it I will happily add continuations to this and make it a little side series, just for yucks. I hope you enjoy and I love you all a disgusting amount. Title: A Rose and A Butterfly Word count: 3478 Characters: Ethan Winters, Rose Winters, Mia Winters, Karl Heisenberg, fem!OC, daughter!OC Warnings: None (unless you’re not cool with cursing)

When Rose came home and excitedly announced that she’d made a new friend, Ethan Winters couldn’t have been happier. He worried excessively about her at the best of times. With the move to a new town after Mia’s recent job change, he knew that they risked making her already precarious social situation even more fragile. Rose had struggled with forming lasting relationships at her old school, due in no small part to the rampant bullying that seemed to have gone unchecked by every single adult responsible for her with Ethan and Mia weren’t present. Perhaps it was a good thing that they all were getting a fresh start. Still, Ethan had tried not to let his expectations run too high. This had happened before, after all. Sometimes it turned out the other kid or kids in question were lying, pulling off some elaborate scheme to just break her heart in the end. Other times they simply drifted apart, deciding that they didn’t want to associate with someone so far down in the social pecking order. From his vantage point, Ethan was pretty sure being a young girl sounded like the most miserable, complicated experience he could imagine.

Fortunately, this time was different. He pulled up to the pick up location outside of the small town’s middle school to see Rose waiting with a much shorter, stockier girl, dark hair wrangled into two messy buns atop her head. There was a woman standing next to them who looked like she was probably her mother, given how their wild curls matched and the way Rose’s friend kept throwing her a pleading look that Ethan recognized well as the please, I’ll never ask for anything ever again I swear face. He rolled down the window of his SUV and waved politely at the two strangers.

“Dad!” Rose shouted excitedly. “This is my friend Lottie! Can I go over to her house?”

Before Ethan could even open his mouth to respond, Lottie had bounded up to the side of the vehicle and was peering up at him with a fiery gaze. “My mom already said yes,” she explained with a firm nod. “I promise we’re not a family of serial killers. Papa’s fridge in the garage is busted anyway, nowhere to store the organs.”

“Jesus - Lottie. Back up, sweetheart.”

Her mother urged her back onto the sidewalk and approached, laughing awkwardly. She reminded Ethan a bit what he imagined a cool art teacher would look like, with her leather jacket and dark jeans contrasted by several loud, colorful accessories. He could see a couple of tattoos poking out from under her clothes and the glint of a septum piercing flashed in the autumn sunshine. She lowered her voice and scratched the back of her neck, looking apologetic.

“I’m sorry, she’s–”

“She’s fun,” Ethan said with a sincere laugh. He could tell why they got along already - Rose had a wicked sense of humor and Lottie had already made it known that she lacked a filter. “I’m Ethan. I hear our daughters are friends.”

“Kris,” the woman’s shoulders relaxed at last. “I know you don’t know me, or my demon child, but I’m totally fine with Rose coming over. You wanna follow me so you know where she is? We can exchange numbers there.”

Rose practically buzzed with excitement the entire drive. It made Ethan nearly want to cry. The poor kid had been through so much - he had done all he could to protect her and nurture her, as had Mia - but there came a point when the world inevitably sunk its claws in and all he could do was sit back and pray that he’d equipped her properly to fight her battles. So lost in thought he was as they drove to a wooded, semi-rural area nearly at the city limits that he didn’t notice Kris’s “How am I driving? I’m not. This vehicle is driven by 700 rats.” bumper sticker until they’d nearly arrived.

Okay, this family was a teensy bit eccentric. It was fine. Rose seemed happy, that’s all that mattered. Kris appeared to be a perfectly competent person and the way his daughter talked about her friend (and how she’d decked a kid twice her size who’d said something nasty to Rose), he had no reason to think these weren’t decent people.

After pulling down the driveway to the house, obscured entirely from the road by thick trees, Lottie and Rose bounded out of their respective vehicles to meet on the lawn and whisper excitedly about whatever little plans they’d concocted. They ignored Ethan’s inquiries about any homework that needed done before scurrying up to the wide, covered porch. Ethan heard a dog barking excitedly when the front door opened, followed by Rose’s giggling and Lottie yelling “Sturm! Get down! You big idiot…”

“I’m sorry about the rusted out cars and shit out back,” Kris said, appearing at his side and gesturing to a rather impressive pile of junk partially visible behind the house. “My husband is a mechanic. He keeps swearing he’s gonna restore that crap or at least break it down for parts but I think aliens will invade before that happens. I promise the inside of the place doesn’t look like that - despite his best efforts.”

Ethan smiled. “Oh, it’s fine. You should see what my living room looks like when my wife decides to go on one of her crafting sprees.” Of course, a bunch of rusting metal that looked like a tetanus amusement park was a little different from a bunch of paper scraps and glue, but who was counting. “A mechanic, huh? We’re new in town. Would be nice to know a guy who could take a look at our cars. He any good?”

Ethan had said the last part as a joke.

“Oh, he sucks.” Ethan gaped. Kris smirked, looking fondly toward the garage. “I mean, he’s good at what he does. Really good. But he’s a cranky weirdo with the social skills of a feral raccoon. And yet, he’s my feral raccoon. I’ll make sure he fixes your shit if you ever need it.”

If the girls hadn’t already gone inside, Ethan might have considered suddenly remembering a very important engagement that he and Rose absolutely had to attend under any circumstances. His anxieties were quelled slightly over the next few minutes while he and Kris dissolved into pleasant small talk - he had the feeling she and Mia might get along well. They exchanged phone numbers and agreed upon a pickup time, Ethan insisting that she didn’t need to drive over and drop her off after offering to make dinner and ensure that any school projects got done.

“Better make sure that nothing’s on fire yet inside,” Kris said before bidding him farewell and disappearing through a side door.

Ethan stood still for a moment, trying to dispel his ever-present worry. He eventually took a few paces toward the car before, in the silence that followed Kris and the girls’ departure, he noticed the sound of a radio emanating from the garage. It was what Rose affectionately referred to as dad rock; this time it was “Fortunate Son” by Creedence Clearwater Revival. And it was loud. He supposed they didn’t really have to worry about bothering any neighbors out here, but he was almost offended on behalf of the local wildlife.

I should introduce myself, Ethan thought. It was only polite - his daughter was probably going to be coming over to the man’s house with regularity. Kris had made him sound like a curmudgeon, but Ethan was used to that sort of thing at work. At least half of the people who contacted his department were old guys who felt emasculated by the fact that they couldn’t figure out how to convert a Word document into a PDF.

He could handle him. How bad could he be?

As Ethan drew closer to the garage, he became aware of the sound of - and he didn’t use this word lightly - utterly horrific, off-tune singing accompanied by the light tink tink of someone trying to drum along in time with a wrench. He couldn’t see anyone through all the stacked up boxes, car parts and frankly odd bits and bobs - the whole place looked like it was one small seismic event from collapsing. Not to mention that the place smelled like a combination auto body shop and cigar emporium. He wasn’t sure what was more polite - to yell a greeting over the cacophony, or to quietly enter and risk scaring the man.

He opted for the former. “Hello? Mr. Uh. Lottie’s dad? Sir?” Ethan grimaced at his own unwieldy introduction.

The radio almost instantaneously shut off, followed by a frankly eerie silence. Ethan froze. He cleared his throat, trying to sound as pleasant as possible despite feeling like he’d just walked into a horror movie set. “I’m Rose’s dad? Lottie’s friend? I just dropped her off and wanted to–”

The hidden man poked his welding mask-clad head around the corner at last. His shoulder-length gray hair had frizzed in every direction, looking like the world’s dirtiest halo. He seemed to give Ethan a once over before lifting the mask up, grinning maniacally through his unkempt beard.

“Oh, so you’re Butterfly’s friend’s papa! Didn’t realize you were coming over! Have a seat over here, don’t be shy!”

Ethan was taken aback. This wasn’t the grouchy old man he’d been anticipating - he’d thoroughly expected to exchange a few manly grunts with him before retreating home to nurse a bottle of merlot and feel like he’d been chastised by his peepaw.

“Come on, come on, don’t got all day.”

Ah. There it was.

Ethan squeezed himself through the mess until he found a blessedly semi-clear space, complete with workbench and a couple of metal chairs. He could see now that the man had been working deep in an old car’s engine, and a pretty one at that. He couldn’t quite discern the make and model - a Firebird, perhaps? - but even in the low light he could see the cherry red paint, dashboard hula girl and goofy, fuzzy dice hanging in the rearview mirror. Ethan may not have been a big car guy but he knew a man’s baby when he saw one.

Lottie’s father leaned against the hood, arms crossed over a Def Leppard t-shirt that had seen better days, the print faded so much as to be near unrecognizable. Ethan sat down awkwardly in front of the workbench, charmed to see that in addition to the scattered blueprints and scribbled notes, there was an abundance of crayon drawings done no doubt by Lottie and pictures of her pinned everywhere on the corkboard hanging overhead. There were a couple of photos of him and his wife together, a couple magazine cutouts of antique vehicles, but to see this stereotypical looking man’s man dominate his space with pictures of and done by an 11 year old girl was strangely endearing.

“So,” the mechanic purred, “Lottie’s told me your girl and her are pals. Which means you and I have some bonding to do.”

“I guess so,” Ethan laughed, still somewhat wary. “I’m Ethan Winters. Rose is my daughter - we just moved here from the city a few months ago.”

“Heisenberg,” the man waved a hand, almost sounding bored. “Karl Heisenberg. I’m the poor asshole everyone around here calls when their shit breaks.”

“Yeah, Kris told me that you were a mechanic. I hope this isn’t presumptuous, but I’d love for you to take a look at my SUV when you have a chance - it started making this weird clunking noise when we were halfway through moving.”

“You met my wife?”

“I did, she–”

“Don’t get any ideas.”

Ethan laughed. Karl did not. This man is insane.

“I– uh, I wasn’t planning on it,” Ethan cleared his throat. He was frantically looking around now for the quickest exit, lest he end up on this week’s latest unexplained disappearance crime report. “We met up at school when the girls were out and we exchanged phone numbers just so we could coordinate play dates. I’m happily married myself, I assure you.”

At last, the mechanic’s serious face broke into a grin again.  “ Hah! Look at your face. Oh, calm down - I’m just yankin’ your leg. I know you’re not here for any nefarious purposes. You’d be pig slop in seconds if  you ever tried anything.” Ethan did not want to know what that meant. “You want a beer, Winters?”

Jesus, yes. Ethan nodded. “That would be great, thanks… Karl.”

Karl handed him an open, half drunk can of PBR that was sitting on a nearby stool. He fished around in the broken fridge Lottie had mentioned earlier, helping himself to a fresh one. Ethan stared at the can in his hand, wondering privately when the cast from Punked! was going to burst through the door.

“Yeah, my Lottie said your Rose was having problems with one of the local asshole kids,” Karl said thoughtfully, as if what he’d just done wasn’t incredibly bizarre and off-putting. “What’s her name, Alice? Always thought that kid was a dick. I’ve taught Butterfly from the day she could talk to hit first, ask questions later. Might not be the popular parenting technique these days, but I don’t want her ever taking shit from someone who she wouldn’t go to for advice. Sounds like your kid’s been having some problems.”

Ethan thumbed the beer tab, unsure of how much he wanted to disclose to this relative stranger. “We’ve had to move a few times because of her mom’s job,” he explained. “It’s been hard on her. I worry. This is the first time Rosie’s had a friend last more than a few weeks.”

Karl raised an eyebrow. “Lottie’s a good kid. She ain’t gonna give your precious Rose grief unless she deserves it. By the way, what’s the deal? She stayin’ overnight or what?”

“It’s a Tuesday,” Ethan blinked. “School night? I wasn’t planning on it. Kris– uh, your wife said she’d give them dinner and then I was gonna come back around 7:30. If that’s alright?”

“Fine fine,” Karl took a swig from his can before swaggering over to an open toolbox, fishing through a massive selection of nuts and bolts. “Tuesday’s our movie night. Just wanted to make sure you’re not gonna be throwing off my plans. I’ve been working on this new popcorn machine prototype - those assholes at the patent office never appreciate my genius - that’s shaped like a dragon. It breathes popcorn out of its mouth like fire - fuckin’ sick, Winters. I think I fixed a little bug it had where it would, ah, also spew boiling hot butter into your face at the same time. Shame, that. Just because of a little thing like third degree burns, innovation stagnates.”

“Why.” Ethan stared. “Why… would someone want that?”

“Why wouldn’t they?” Karl snarled, clearly offended. “You haven’t touched your drink I gave you, by the way.”

Ethan really needed to leave - Mia was probably wondering where on earth he was. He felt like he’d been hit by a bus, in all honesty. He’d gone from ecstatic to hear of Rose’s new friendship, to somewhat worried at her going to a new place, to simultaneously terrified and fascinated to meet the people he’d likely have to make nice with for his daughter’s sake. He wasn’t about to jeopardize the first good thing in her life in what felt like eternity, but he also had zero desire to spend any more time than necessary with this bizarre man he was getting extreme stoner uncle with a criminal history vibes from.

Mercifully, the tension was broken by an excited, high-pitched voice from outside.

“Papa! Look what Rose showed me!”

Lottie zipped through the maze of the garage with practiced ease, not paying any mind to Ethan. Karl’s face morphed from suspicious irritation to soft delight so quickly that it seemed like an entirely different man was standing in the room now, casting aside his drink to intercept his daughter and hoist her up into an affectionate embrace. Lottie shoved an item that Ethan recognized to be Rose’s small, engraved knife - a gift from Chris, one that had been entirely unnecessary but remained a prized possession nevertheless - into his face.

“Ah, she just has that in case of emergencies–” Ethan felt the need to explain, lest he look like a maniac in front of the actual maniac. He didn’t necessarily like that his daughter carried it around, but he also didn’t love the idea of her being completely unarmed in case of an emergent situation. His own life experiences had taught him that preparedness was far preferable to playing it safe, even if it wasn’t the way things should be.

“Fuckin’ cool,” Karl grinned like a madman again. “Too bad Mama won’t let you have one, huh? I’ll keep workin’ at her - don’t worry. Looks like plain old Ethan is more exciting than we thought.”

“Plain?” Ethan stammered.

Rosemary appeared at last, casting her father a hesitant smile. “We weren’t doing anything weird, I promise. Mrs. Heisenberg sent us outside because she uhm, she said she wanted to make sure Lottie’s dad wasn’t ‘terrorizing’ you.”

Karl feigned a look of hurt. “I can’t believe she’d ever believe me capable of such a thing! Oh, well. Never fear, Rose - your dad was just leaving, wasn’t he? And in one piece at that. You can assure the missus that nothing bad happened. We’re bros now, right? Ethan? Bros?”

“Papa,” Lottie rolled her eyes.

“We are not bros,” Ethan answered far, far too quickly. “Ah. Not yet.” Please god, not ever. “But, yes, I was just leaving. Thank you for looking after Rose. I’ll be back in a few hours. Unless you want to be picked up early?” He tried not to look too desperate while he waited for his daughter’s response.

“No, I’m good staying for dinner!” Rose rocked on her heels anxiously. “C’mon, Lottie, we better finish that science project so we can get to Mario Kart.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lottie groaned, resigned. “Papa, will you play with us later? When you’re done?”

Karl smirked, setting her down and giving a fiendish wink. “Only if you kids want your asses kicked.”

“Papa, you’ve literally never won–”

“Bye, girls!” he hummed happily. “Better get some practice in if you wanna have a prayer!”

The daughters exchanged a look before giggling at some secret joke and sprinting off again, leaving the two men in awkward silence again. Ethan stood, trying to think of a decent way to bid Karl farewell without expressing just how deranged he’d found this whole encounter. Fortunately for him, the mechanic spoke first, in a tone that seemed wholly different from their earlier interactions.

“They’re the best, huh? Those little girls. I’d raze a whole village to the ground if Lottie asked me to.”

Ethan blinked, taken aback. “I’d do the same for Rose,” he said without hesitation.

Karl looked back at him, oddly thoughtful for just long enough to be unnerving, before the demented sparkle returned to his eyes.

“So, anyway. When you come back to pick her up later, there’s this toaster I’ve been trying to modify that I want you to look at. To get the “every man” perspective or whatever. Ignore the fact that it sometimes talks about wondering if it has a soul or whatever, I’ll patch that out.”

“Oh, well see,” Ethan began walking back to his car at an unashamedly brisk pace. “Rose has a doctor’s appointment in the morning and I really shouldn’t linger. In fact, it might be my wife who comes and picks her up depending on how the yard work I’ve got piling up goes. But next time!”

Please let ‘next time’ be Rose’s graduation and no sooner.

“Winters! Hey! Get back here - ah, fuck you too. I’ll get your address from your wife and bring it over this weekend if tonight isn’t good! Are you even listening to me–”

Ethan Winters had never received a speeding ticket in his life. But as he peeled out of the Heisenberg driveway, still clutching the half full beer can, he wondered if it wouldn’t be worth it to put as much distance between himself and that strange man as humanly possible.

“Whatever,” he finally exhaled when he saw the dim glow of the main body of town coming into view. “He’ll probably forget all about me after a day or two. It’ll be fine. This is for Rose, after all. I can handle Lottie’s upsetting dad if it benefits her. What’s the worst that could happen?”

We’re bros now, right?

Ethan downed the rest of the drink once he was safely back in his own garage. It was going to be a long, long school year.

#not putting in the main tags bc i feel like all the people who knew these characters/read my fic are already followers/moots #but feel free to rb!! or don't lol i feel like this isn't very good but oh well #i just think ethan and karl are served so well by a deranged platonic one sided bromance #it is my favorite dynamic for them and i would love to write more of it #actually you know what I am putting it in the main tags fuck it #Karl Heisenberg #karl heisenberg x oc #Karl heisenberg fanfiction

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Follow to Temptation | Ethan x Xander

Commission for @greensword101

Title: Follow to Temptation Summary: Ethan waits patiently for Xander to come back to him after their first time together. When he does, Ethan makes it worthwhile. Requested Word Count: 4k Final Word Count: 4104 words Tags/Warnings: Ethan x Xander, strippers/strip clubs, blowjobs, anal sex Sequel to Temptation (A03 | Tumblr) Read on A03 | Commission Info Follow to Temptation (18+ / Smut)

Xander has no idea how it became a normal occurrence, but considering how his life has been going, it seems just his luck that this would become a certified thing. A thing that he can not really put a name to. Fling sounds too casual, boyfriend sounds way too serious for what he wants to get into right now. At the very least, he has a newfound understanding of Buffy, and a lot of other girls in his life when they complained to him about their relationships. He can also understand why Buffy always seems to get with the bad guys, though he would never say that outloud. He just hopes that they never find out how he spent this summer. Enough so that he is almost desperate to start praying to some higher prayer to make sure they never find out, but he knows that never ends well for them. 

He would never live it down if they found out. The stripping would be one thing; something that they would tease him about for the rest of his life and constantly remind him about that one summer he was a stripper. But fucking Ethan is another thing entirely. They would not just not let him live it down. Willow would probably have a few words with him. Buffy would, rightfully, get mad at his hypocrisy to criticize her relationships yet get down and dirty with Ethan. Giles would have a long talk with him - actually, Giles might throw up or throw down with Ethan then have a long talk with him. If Giles finds out about this, Ethan might just get his wish at seeing the Reaper return.

Xander shivers at the thought. 

He expected it to be a one-off. A one night stand. Faith left a bad taste in his mouth after his experience with her, despite Ethan’s reassurances that it would not be the same with him. But true to his word, Ethan was nice. He took care of him. He cuddled. The next morning, he even ordered breakfast to be delivered and made sure he was okay. They even had a decent, if a bit awkward, morning after talk, ranging from what Xander had planned for the summer to different types of demons and how to take them down to what led Xander to end up as a stripper.

It was nice, but still Xander did not expect it to happen again. He had a fun time, made a new memory, did something (a few things) he never thought he would do. That is what summers are supposed to be for though, aren’t they? Don’t most summers have a little fling that only lasts a week?

He expected Ethan to move on from the small, quiet town. Then he would never see Ethan again, and hopefully Ethan would be smart enough to stay away from Sunnydale. Instead Ethan not only stays - he visits the club every night. 

Ethan, for the first nights, does not say a word to him. Xander does his normal routine, and he can spot the other man in the audience, watching him intently with a hungry, knowing smile. The type of smile a lover gives knowing that they are the only one to have you while others thirst after you. He just watches, and leaves just as Xander leaves the stage; presumably back to his hotel. 

It is very confusing. Enough so that Xander finally has enough of the mixed messages to pound at Ethan’s hotel room door after his shift at the club. Ethan’s door swings open to reveal the man, looking a bit disheveled. Xander can smell the liquor, but Ethan doesn’t seem too plastered. Xander thinks he can not be that drunk since he was at the club watching him dance less than an hour ago; Xander would not admit it, but he kept an eye on Ethan. He knows that he did not drink that heavily, maybe had a single glass of something , but nothing to suggest to Xander that he left early to go to the hotel because he was too drunk to stay.

So Xander does not feel particularly guilty about trying to talk to him. Ethan looks Xander over in mild surprise, his eyes trailing obviously checking Xander out closely. Xander feels a little exposed as the man undresses him with his eyes. Ethan looks a little disappointed that Xander is even wearing so much clothing in the first place ( sue him, just because it’s summer doesn’t mean he’s about to walk back to the hotel in just a g-string. He’s classy. The g-string is hidden under his jeans).

“You keep coming to the club.” Xander finally speaks up, forgetting every monologue he had prepared. 

Ethan looks at him in amusement, leaning against the doorframe, not denying the fact. “I do.”

“And you keep watching me dance.”

“I do.” Ethan looks at him, taking in the way Xander shifts nervously with a smirk. “Are you here just to point out the obvious or are you finally here to ask me to do it again?”

Xander pauses, swallowing thickly at the stern tone that Ethan uses. Does he want to do it again? Is that way he keeps watching Ethan in the audience? Is that why he kept waiting to see if Ethan would come talk to him again? Why he spent the last few nights just at his hotel door, wondering. He comes to his decision more easily than he expected.

“I guess to ask you to do it again?” Xander’s nerves make his voice a little uncertain.

Ethan smirks, as if he won an argument. He grabs Xander gently by the chin, tipping his face up to look at him, “Is that a question or an answer?”

“An answer,” Xander breathes out, not quite expecting to be handled like this, but not against it. He feels himself already warping, becoming putty in Ethan’s hands, his ambition waning as he gives in.

Ethan’s face comes closer, just inches away from his lips, “Say please, Daddy. ”

The command is softly spoken in a firm, demanding voice that makes Xander’s knees go weak. 

“ Please, Daddy.”

The term does not feel as weird as he expected it, instead it makes something inside of Xander snap as he lets out a breathy groan against Ethan’s mouth when their lips finally crash against each other. Ethan’s lips barely pull away as he grabs at Xander’s jeans. A finger hooks into his belt loop before yanking him by his jeans into the hotel room. Xander yelps, but lets himself get tossed around. The vibe between now and last time is shifting into something a little more new and uncharted, but something about the look in Ethan’s eyes makes Xander feel safe. He might be a little naive, but he knows Ethan will take care of him like a gentleman afterwards, no matter how this night might go.

The hotel room door slams shut and Xander finds himself pinned against the wall. Ethan takes one of Xander’s hands and pins it above his head by the wrist. He pins the other at Xander’s side as he leans into Xander. Xander is already writhing, his hips bucking against Ethan, groaning when it creates friction in his jeans. 

“You lasted longer than I expected,” Ethan purrs as he lightly bites against Xander’s neck, “I expected you to fold and come talk to me much sooner.”

One of Ethan’s knees goes between Xander’s leg, bumping it against his hardening cock. Xander lets out a low groan at the teasing, his face becoming flushed. 

“You could have come to me too, you know,” Xander snarks right back, but at Ethan’s squeeze against his wrists, he adds on, “ Daddy.”

“There you go,” Ethan praises lightly, his grip loosening, “That’s not so hard now, is it? I could have come to you, you’re right, but it’s much more fun to see you get this needy for me.”

Ethan bites a particularly sensitive spot that makes Xander shudder. He can feel his cock straining against his jeans. With a cheeky look, Ethan gets a gleam in his eye before sliding down to his knees.

“I told you that Daddy would take care of you, didn’t I,” Ethan murmurs as he works on the button and zipper of Xander’s jeans.

“Y-Yes,” Xander shudders, knees buckling when his cock springs free from its confines. With a bit of maneuvering, the jeans come completely off, leaving him in his shirt and g-string against the wall. He looks down at Ethan’s head between his legs and almost cums just from the sight. 

“Yes, what?” Ethan teases, running his finger along Xander’s shaft through the thin fabric of the g-string. 

“ Yes, daddy,” Xander corrects with a loud groan as Ethan slips Xander’s cock out from the side of the fabric, gripping it in his hand. “ Oh, fuck.”

“That’s it, darling,” Ethan purrs, “Be a good boy, and you’ll be rewarded. You want to be rewarded, don’t you?”

Xander clenches, his jaw tensing as he feels Ethan put the tip of his cock into his mouth. Xander shudders, “Yes, I- I’ll be good, daddy.”

Ethan groans against Xander’s cock, pleased with his eagerness to obey. Xander’s hands gently paw at the back of Ethan’s head, desperate for more. Xander groans and writhes when Ethan takes more of his cock into his mouth, slowly and steadily until he’s all the way down to the base. Ethan stays there for a beat too long before pulling up. Xander feels himself already getting closer and Ethan gives him a smirk, as if he knows exactly how close Xander is.

Xander becomes a mess against the wall, of shuddering, withering moans, as Ethan makes such quick work of him. Ethan’s head bobs up and down on his cock like a seasoned professional, and when Xander tries to grab at his head, he gets swatted away with a dirty look. At any given moment, whatever is not in his mouth is in his palm, pumping him steadily. Xander’s cock throbs and finally, Ethan pulls his mouth away to just pump his cock in a firm grasp.

“Cum for daddy, pretty boy,” Ethan urges.

Xander obeys, his finish hitting him harder than expected as he spills into Ethan’s palm. He stands there, his knees wobbling, his face flushed, with a bit of embarrassment as Ethan stands and goes to wipe his hands on some nearby tissues casually.

“I’ll be at the club tomorrow night,” Ethan directs, not quite looking at Xander as he cleans himself up, “Wear this g-string, a pair of fishnets and a mesh top. Don’t wear anything you don’t want me to ruin and be sure to be prepped for me. Anything I rip off of you, I’ll replace, I’m not a savage. I’ll order a VIP room for us and we’ll continue this then.”

Ethan looks to Xander sternly, “Am I clear?”

Xander gulps, his head still spinning as he tries to process the directions. He tenses, almost unsure, and almost feeling like he’s being rushed out of the room after being used; but the idea of using the VIP room at the club is tempting. Enough so that he agrees.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good chap, I hope that all of this helped after a hard night’s work on the floor.” Ethan presses a kiss to his cheek, “Stay here for the night, get comfortable, wash up. Borrow some of my clothes, or be naked.” Ethan gives him a saucy glance, almost implying he’d want the latter. “While you get cleaned up, I’ll make us a nice dinner.”

Xander relaxes, his doubts fading away with the comfort of knowing that he was right; Ethan will take care of him.

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Xander is on edge the next night at the club. He obeyed Ethan on what to wear, the black g-string barely covering him and holding in his family jewels, his ass completely exposed, with black fishnets that start right at his hip, where the band of the g-string is pulled tightly just above the band of the fishnets. The black mesh top can barely even be called that; it ends just above his nipples with tight short sleeves that squeeze his biceps. Thankfully, between his summer job and hunting evil monsters that have firmed him up enough to even get said summer job, he feels fairly confident. 

Exposing outfits had not particularly bothered him before, but until Ethan, he felt more neutral about them. He did not think too hard about people seeing him, and just focused on what he had to do. Now, he is very aware that at least one particular someone is watching him in the crowd.

Xander finds himself at the VIP area before they even request him, having spotted Ethan slip in just before him. The bouncer who guards the private rooms looks at the clipboard briefly before telling him what VIP area he is needed at. He does raise an eyebrow questionably at Xander, but does not actually ask. Xander still flushes, and quickly dips away into the room knowing Ethan is waiting for him.

Ethan is already lounging on the couch provided in the room, casually sipping at the champagne bottle from the table, watching Xander with a critical, lustful eye. 

“You listened to me,” Ethan almost sounds surprised as he takes in Xander’s outfit, before a smugful look crosses his face, “Good job, pet. I wasn’t sure if you’d actually do it, but you’ve managed to surprise me.”

He takes a sip of the glass, looking at Xander from over the room, “You’ve managed to surprise me quite a bit actually. I certainly never expected to find you in a place like this to even begin with, or to do what we’ve done together -”

He stands, and Xander’s breathing hitches as a hand is once again at his chin, forcing him to look up, “-or for you to be such a good boy for me. I want you on the couch, legs spread. Have you already been preparing yourself for me?”

Xander nods, his ass sore and gaping from working himself up before his shift. Ethan gives a pleased hmm as he lets Xander get into position. Xander practically scrambles to the couch, spreading his knees. He swallows thickly as Ethan carefully takes off the heeled shoes, making a comment under his breath about not being oblivious to their price point. He was not sure what shoes to wear with the getup, oddly lost that it was not in Ethan’s directions, but ultimately settled on the more expensive pair to help elevate the much cheaper fishnets and g-string. Given that Ethan said he would replace anything he destroyed, he wants to laugh that the man still has his limits.

“These,” Ethan continues, hooking his thumb into a bit of the fishnet, “These are good to ruin.”

Xander flinches when Ethan hooks both of his thumbs through the fishnet and tears. The thin fabric easily rips apart and Ethan does not hesitate in taking the g-string with it. He should not have expected the cheap fabric to hold up well, but he expected it to be a little more difficult. There is a bit of a chilling realization that it would not take much for any client of the club to just expose him, so he instead focuses on the one that did.

With the exception of his top and the shreds of fishnet that still clings to his legs, Xander is fully exposed in front of Ethan. His cock is already semi-erect, making Ethan look up at him suggestively as he starts to pump it slowly.

“Come now, pet, you can do much better,” Ethan urges, “Once you get nice and hard for me, I’ll pump you full of my cock.”

Xander shudders, his leg twitching, “Yes, daddy.” 

The more Ethan pumps his cock and talks to him, the more Xander’s shaft hardens in his palm. With anyone else, Xander might be more self-conscious about not being fully erect yet. But Ethan is patient, he does not say a negative word, nor does he seem frustrated that he has to spend time making sure Xander is ready and enjoying himself.

Xander’s head leans back as he closes his eyes, letting out a soft sigh as Ethan starts to manhandle his balls as he pumps his cock. With a few well-timed squeezes, Ethan hums in content as Xander’s cock hardens at attention, throbbing for more. 

“There you go,” Ethan purrs, and a finger starts to prod at his asshole, “Pump your cock for daddy while I make sure you’re nice and ready for me.”

Xander whines, obeying immediately, grasping his cock in his hand as he feels Ethan’s finger start to enter him, curling inside of him until it hits that sweet center.

“ Fuck, Ethan -”

“Ah-ah,” Ethan scolds, starting to remove his finger, “You know what to call me if you want me to continue.”

“ Daddy,” Xander becomes more desperate, his voice cracking as his hips buck, begging for Ethan to continue, “ Daddy !”

Ethan mumbles a few praises, pressing a kiss to Xander’s inner thigh. After a few more curls and pumps of his finger, he removes it to grab Xander’s legs, hoisting them over his shoulders to align his cock with Xander’s hole. 

Ethan slowly starts to push his cock into Xander, “There you go. Good job, pet, taking my cock so well. I’ve been waiting to do this again with you, but you took your time coming to my hotel door again, didn’t you?”

Xander shudders with a gasping moan, his hands clutching at the couch beside him, clawing desperately as he feels himself stretch around Ethan’s cock. 

“Yes, daddy,” Xander breathes out, “I’m sorry -”

Ethan pushes himself all the way to the base with a light, forceful shove, “I think you should be punished for making me wait, pet.”

Xander’s knees buckle as Ethan continues, “Don’t touch yourself until I tell you too. You don’t get to cum until I give you permission.”

Xander’s cock is already throbbing, begging for more, precum leaking from its tip as Ethan buries himself into his hole. Xander lets out a low whine, but does not disobey. “ Fuck, yes, daddy, I’ll be a good boy.”

“Good, darling,” Ethan lets out a low groan as he starts to pull himself out from Xander before slamming back into him again with a grunt.

Xander’s cock throbs at the lack of attention, becoming pink and swollen, as Ethan starts to slam himself into Xander at a steady rhythm. Ethan groans each time Xander’s hands twitch and start to reach for his cock before clutching at the couch cushion desperately. Xander whines, his toes curling each time that Ethan slams into him. The position allows Ethan to go as deep as he wishes into Xander, and with each thrust, his balls slap against Xander. He does not go easy on him, slamming into him with a careful strength. 

“You take me so well, pretty boy,” Ethan purrs, looking down at the way Xander is a red, flushed and writhing mess beneath him, ever the picture of a perfect sub for him.

The VIP room becomes filled with the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and sweaty, breathy moans as Ethan feels his climax rising, the coil tightening in his gut.

“Touch yourself for me, pretty boy,” Ethan finally orders, “Pump your cock for me until you cum as I slam into you.”

Xander’s hand scrambles for his cock, grasping it frantically with the permission he had been waiting so patiently for. He starts to pump his cock with a firm, quick grasp, getting closer and closer each time Ethan slams into him. He feels his cock throbbing in his palm and he lets out a low, drawn out moan as he spills onto his palm and stomach, his legs still up on Ethan’s shoulders.

“Can I cum inside of you, my pet,” Ethan purrs, his voice raspy, with sweat dripping on his brow. “Tell me, and I’ll cum wherever you please, darling.”

Xander writhes against him, his hips bucking into each thrust, “Y - you can do it inside of me, daddy. Please. F - Fuck!”

Ethan lets out a string of curses as he reaches his climax, spilling himself into Xander’s hole with a final, deep thrust that hits the perfect sweet spot. He gives a few more lazy, slower thrusts, making sure to finish himself off completely before he pulls himself out, panting heavily as he moves to sit down on the couch beside Xander.

“Who knew that fucking such a pretty boy would be more of a workout than fighting monsters, eh?” Ethan teases lighty, pressing a kiss to Xander’s temple. His mood starts to shift into something more pleasant as he checks Xander over, making sure that he is okay and there are no visible bruises or marks.

Xander lets out a sharp laugh that turns into a cough as he tries to catch his breath, “Yeah that - that was something else. How long do you plan on staying in town?”

Xander does not have the strength to really move if he wanted to, choosing to lay on the couch as he tries to even his heartbeat. Beside him, Ethan sits with his trousers still off, but his cock tucked neatly back into his underwear. Ethan drapes his arm over Xander’s shoulders, pulling closer as he starts to absently run his fingers through Xander’s hair with a thoughtful hum.

“Ah, that depends, how long are you staying?”

Xander swallows thickly, and for a brief moment he wonders if it is smart to reveal his plans, but he figures that most of his secrets are out of the window considering everything that they have done. 

“End of the summer.” Xander finally admits. “Sunnydale needs me.”

Ethan hums, “Then I’ll stay until the end of the summer, see you off. I don’t reckon the Reaper or his slayer will be too pleased with me if I try to sneak my way into Sunnydale. Perhaps we will see ourselves here next year around the same time?”

Xander likes the sound of that. The implication of it becoming something more common, more than just a summer fling. Given the location of the town, if he comes here to meet with Ethan every summer for who knows how long, he doubts anyone will pick up on something going on. The town could allow them both a vacation every year - a vacation with no monsters, no vampires, no feuds or fighting, just each other.

“I can do that,” Xander finally speaks up, “Next year, same time, and as long as you don’t plan on backstabbing me or killing me, we won’t have any problems.”

Ethan actually lets out a soft laugh, petting Xander’s hair, “No, no - I have no plans of the sort, I assure you. I’d rather keep my darling pet in one piece.”

Xander relaxes, and believes him. He likes to think that the two of them have actually had a pretty good time together. His body still aches a bit, and he knows he is a mess, but he still moves to stretch out his arms with a content sigh.

“I guess we can’t hide out here forever,” Xander looks around the VIP room. At Ethan’s clothes. At his torn up fishnets and destroyed g-string, yet in tack heels. “But I don’t suppose you have a change of extra clothes tucked away somewhere?”

Ethan gestures toward his bag, “With what I planned to do, I did at least plan ahead. I figured you didn’t want me peeping through your hotel room, so I bought you something instead.”

He gives Xander a lingering look, trailing his eyes up and down his figure, “I took a guess on size, want to place a bet if I’m right?’

Xander lets out a dry laugh, thankful that the man didn’t go to his hotel room, as he digs through the bag. He pulls out a second pair of fishnets, ones to no doubt replace the ones he lost, and a jockstrap that seems a bit more suggestive than even the g-string, with the two straps that wrap just under his rear, holding it up in place. Xander gives Ethan a questioning look, before sighing and putting it on, knowing he does not have much of a choice if he does not want the entire club to see his full front nudity.

Ethan watches him put it on with a knowing smirk, “I’ll replace the g-string later, pet.”

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[jerzwriter]

Long Time Coming

Book:                    Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing:                 Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan)

Rating:                  Explicit/NSFW This fic contains explicit sexual content and is intended for those who are 18 + Only

Warnings:             Alcohol consumption,  explicit sexual content

Category:             Fluffy-ish Smut

Summary:            Kaycee and Ethan have been looking forward to this night for a long time, but when things go wrong, Kaycee drowns her sorrows...can they salvage the night?

Words:                 3331

A/N:                      I combined a couple recent asks, this one from @mvalentine​ for Ethan’s reaction to a drunk Kaycee telling him she has a boyfriend, and also several who were looking for them to have “WE NEED TO DO THIS ALREADY!” sex after the birth of their daughter. Well, here it is! I hope you enjoy it (these two sure did!)

 @choices-september-challenge-blog​ Day 21 – “Welcome Home”

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 CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.

Rose and David picked Emma up hours ago and were now holed up in Naveen’s Cambridge home. Alan would join them tomorrow, and the four doting grandparents would probably spoil their precious baby granddaughter beyond repair this weekend.

The first weekend away from a new baby is never easy, but once their nerves settled, Ethan and Kaycee began counting the days. Emma filled their world with joy, but the opportunity to just be them again for forty-eight glorious hours was an opportunity they could not resist. Especially now.  

Kaycee got the green light from Dr. Collado last week. Despite her exhaustion, she bolted home, intent on jumping her husband the moment she walked through the door. It had been months… an absolute eternity! But complications late in her pregnancy and post-partum healing required abstaining, and she was anxious to put those days in the past.

But as she swung the door open, a bleary-eyed Ethan was pacing warily across the room. Kaycee saw the desperation in his eyes as he jiggled their screeching baby in his arms. Extending her own, she tried to calm Emma to no avail. Ethan tried again, and the pattern continued until the adorable little demon finally passed out. The only problem was her equally exhausted parents did too.

They thought they had this in the bag, but it was becoming clear… sex and romance with a newborn in the house would not be easy.  

“So,” Kaycee asked over breakfast the next day, “we’ll both be home by eight. If we can get Emma to sleep by nine, I think we can do it immediately after.”

Ethan placed his coffee mug on the counter with a chuckle.   “We’re penciling each other in for sex now?”

“No! I’m putting you in with permanent marker! Ethan, it’s been months! I’m dying… the only reason I’m not screwing you on this table right now is because we can’t be late for work today.” She looked at her husband with concern. “Wait, you’re eager too. Aren’t you?”

“Yes!” he assured, “I absolutely am. It’s just….”

“It’s just?” Panic began to rise in her chest as terrible thoughts raced in her mind.

“I just don’t want us putting that pressure on ourselves. Because then if we can’t, it becomes a problem.”

She hated when he was so logical. Especially when she was so horny, but she knew he was right. That night ended up being a repeat of the one before. And the next day, Kaycee begged him for a quickie in his office. “Like the old days…” she pleaded. But Mr. Maturity stopped them again.  

“We’ve waited this long. Our parents will have Emma this weekend… after all this time, let’s make it special.”

She relented, and they planned. They would make the entire week one long foreplay session! Teasing each other day and night. The second her parents walked out that door, they’d be naked, and the two-day “fuck-fest USA” would be underway! They stocked up on champagne, wine, and strawberries and planned on ordering in food all weekend long – there was only one thing on the agenda – they couldn’t wait.

Friday night was finally upon them when….

“What do you mean you have to stay late tonight! My parents are getting Emma at six!”

“I know! And you know I want to be there, but this is urgent, Kaycee.”

“Fine,” she sighed, “what time do you think you’ll be home?”

“Eight, the latest.”

“Well,” she groaned, “I guess I can wait two hours. Promise you won’t be a moment later.”

“Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.”

At eight o’clock, she reclined on their sofa, her body scantly clad in strips of lace and silk so small, some would say why bother. But the thought of Ethan tearing them off her before they leaped into a refreshing pool after months lost in the desert left her tingling. She poured a glass of wine and waited.

At eight-thirty, with her second glass of wine finished, she tapped anxiously on the glass on her phone. Wanting to reach out to him but knowing she should be patient. She decided to wait.

Nine o’clock. No husband. No call. She considered checking to see if any wild horses were, in fact, loose on the streets of Boston. Her lingerie-clad body was now wrapped in a fleece blanket; these things weren’t made to be worn alone long-term. It felt as if the candlelight, roses, and now empty bottle of wine were mocking her as the night dragged on.   Finally, her phone chimed. But she only needed to see the first line for her head to fling back in frustration.

But the night wasn’t through toying with Kaycee’s emotions. The bar was strangely quiet, so she texted a few friends who promised to be there soon, but they also got stuck at work with emergencies. She needed to associate with people outside the medical field. But she was determined to make the best of it, but the only people she knew were Bob from Accounting and a resident she didn’t recognize who gushed over her entirely too much. Feeling sorry for herself, Kaycee lost count of the number of drinks she ordered.  

Ethan strolled into the nearly empty bar several hours later and found his wife slumped against the wall in the booth she usually shared with her friends. His eyes shifted from her to Reggie, who shook his head with a smile while drying glasses.  

“You couldn’t have cut her off?” Ethan asked, approaching him.

“Hey, the bar wasn’t this empty all night, my friend. I do what I can.”

Without being asked, Reggie placed two large glasses of water before his friend.

“So,” Ethan sighed. “How bad was she.”

“Not too bad. Some amusing dance moves with Bob from Accounting.”

“Oh, God…” Ethan grimaced.

“She may have told me her husband was a jerk for leaving her alone tonight,” Reggie shrugged. “I agreed with her. After all, sometimes that guy can be an asshole.”

Ethan took the glasses and laughed, “Sometime, I’d agree.”

A flurry of emotions coursed through him as he slid in beside his wife. Amusement, endearment, a little bit of guilt. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go. As he nudged her awake and pushed the glasses of water in front of her, he promised himself he’d make it up to her during the next two days. But as she began to stir, he understood the gravity of the situation he stumbled upon.

“Wake up, beautiful,” he whispered. “I know you think I’m a toad right now, but I promise one kiss, and I’ll be Prince Charming again.”

Kaycee grimaced as she began to stir, covering her eyes after glimpsing at him.

“Your pickup lines suck!” She groaned. “Do they actually work on anyone?”

“I don’t know,” he chuckled. “I haven’t used them in a while.”

“Good!” she stammered. “But you’ll have to try them on someone else tonight. I have a boyfriend!”

“Oh, you do?” Ethan grinned.

“I do. So go away!”

“You sure you don’t want to replace him? What kind of a boyfriend leaves you alone here on a Friday night?”

“My boyfriend is very important!” she slurred. “He is busy with important things… because he is important. You wouldn’t understand that!”

“No, I guess not,” Ethan replied. He held a straw to her lips and watched as she did her best to sip down some water. “Though I must admit, it’s very upsetting to me to learn that you have a boyfriend.”

“Why?” She spat. “I wouldn’t go out with you anyway.”

“Really? That’s a shame… because you married me.”

Kaycee’s eyes shot open wide as the world came into focus – sort of.

“I married you?”

“Yep. Even had my child,” he laughed, rubbing his nails with pride.

“Was I drunk?” She asked.

“The whole time?” He laughed. “No, you weren't, but you are now. Drink some water. We’re going to get you sobered up.”

An hour later, Reggie approached their booth. “Hey, kids, I don’t want to break up this party, but I’m about to close up.”

“Mmmmhhhh,” Kaycee moaned as she snuggled on Ethan’s shoulder. “I’m not ready to go yet.”

Ethan looked at his friend with an air of desperation.

“You know what,” Reggie said, tossing a key across the table. “If I can’t trust you, who the hell can I trust. Just make sure the place is locked before you leave.”

“You sure?” Ethan asked as Reggie walked away, waving his hand.  

“I’ve got no worries with you, and neither should you, young lady.”

“It’s OK,” Kaycee giggled. “I sober enough to remember he’s my husband again.”

“And so far, she seems to believe that’s a good thing,” Ethan jested.  

She wrapped her arms around him, taking comfort in his familiar scent as he held her close.  

“I’m sorry,” she grimaced, “I had no intention of getting drunk. I didn’t realize pregnancy killed my alcohol tolerance.”

“It’s ok,” he laughed. “Reggie tells me you were stuck with Bob from Accounting, and he’d make anyone want to black out.”

Kaycee laughed as she sat up, her head no longer spinning. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Of course not. But, let’s get you home and ensure you’re well enough for… other things… tomorrow.”

Kaycee met him with a mischievous gaze that had him raising an eyebrow.

“Why put off until tomorrow what you can do today. You know that picture I sent you?”

“As if I could forget.”

“I’m still wearing it.”

“You are?”

“I am,” she smiled, rising to her feet and tugging at her clothes. “Underneath all of this.”

Ethan watched in reverent awe as his wife slowly inched her sweater above her head. Forcing him to wait much longer than necessary.

“What are you doing?”

“We have the bar to ourselves.” Turning around, she peered coquettishly over her shoulder as she dropped her jeans to the floor. “Tell me you haven’t had a fantasy or two about doing this?”

“Kaycee… what if there are security cameras we don’t know about?”

She hoisted herself onto the bar with much more grace than she expected and steadied herself with a playful laugh. With a dramatic show, she spread her legs wide, a barstool supporting each foot as she leaned seductively in toward her bended knees.

“Then I’m about to make one hell of a video, Dr. Ramsey. Now, is it going to be a solo show, or do you care to join me?”

A nervous but tantalizing smile spread on his lips as he rushed to stand before her. Cupping her cheeks in his hands, he stared lustfully into her crystal blue eyes. With one look, she made it painfully clear that she would submit to his every wish. Dizzy with desire, he slid his hand along the outside of her smooth, creamy thighs.

“You’re out of your mind, Kaycee. You know that, right?”

“Perhaps,” she grinned, her hands dipping below his waist and gently stroked his harness as he began to groan. “But it looks like you’re enjoying it.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to go home,” he asked, his hands exploring the bare skin on her torso.

“Ethan, it’s been over four months! I don’t want to wait another second.”

“Thank God,” gasped, his mouth tugging at her ear, “because neither do I.”

Kaycee’s back arched as he held her close, the sensation of his warm mouth trailing down the length of her neck causing her breath to hitch. He stopped at her collarbone, gently kissing and sucking at her delicate skin, before slipping his fingers under the lace cup of her bra. Her body quivered, and a shallow groan escaped as he toyed with her the way only he had ever known how.

“You think you’re the only one who is a little depraved,” he growled as his mouth dropped down to service her breast.

“I never said that,” she gasped, caressing his hair as his tongue swirled around her.

Her hips gyrated on the hardwood surface, her body longing for more of his touch. He bit her nipple lightly, and her eyes clenched shut. “Quite impatient, aren’t we,” he chuckled with a graveled voice.

“Ethan,” she shrieked, voice full of want. “I haven’t had you in four months! I need you.”

“You need me?” he teased, standing, he brought his lips back to hers. His fingers slid under her panties and were saturated with just one touch. Pulling the wetness from her core, he slowly swirled his fingers through her folds, taking great pleasure in watching her lose control before him. She was all his.

“How badly would you say you want me?” he asked, pressing a finger gently inside her.

A broken whimper came from her throat, but words… he didn’t expect her to formulate words, did he? Not with his warm mouth again encircling her nipple and his fingers, now two deep inside, teasing out her pleasure below.

“You didn’t answer me,” he said, teeth tugging at her sensitive peak. “How bad do you want me?”

“So… so bad,” her voice quaked as she shamelessly grinded against his hand, desperate for more. Her eyes shut tight in eager anticipation as unintelligible worlds fell from her lips.

“Would this help?”

A loud shriek filled the air as a third finder thrust deep inside, and he began rocking his hips against her, pushing firmly against her most sensitive spot.

Despite his own mounting pleasure, he smiled in delight as he watched her crumble, her body trembling as she clung desperately to him.

“Come on, beautiful,” he whispered lustfully in her ear. “Let go,” he gasped as his thumb made its way to her swollen clit, pressing hard as he furiously encircled her.

“Ethan… I… I….” she breathed.

“That’s right,” he smiled. “Come for me, precious. I want you to come for me.”

She felt a burst as she clenched around his fingers. So tight he had to fight to keep them working her through. Her head flipped back with a curse as her gasps filled the empty space around them. Ethan again lowered his mouth to her breast, scraping his teeth against her. Her hips lurched off the bar. She pulled him so close she no longer knew where she ended and he began. Her body convulsed with pleasure once more before she went limp. Falling breathlessly onto her elbows behind her.

When her eyes finally opened, she found him staring down at her with wanton lust in his eyes, his hand still lazily tracing circles inside her. His heart raced, and he was certain that he would explode if he didn’t have her soon. Her disheveled hair, flushed skin, and the way her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she gazed up at him with unadulterated bliss. He did that. He did that to the woman he loved most in the world, and now he had to have more.

Without a word, his hands hurried to his waist. She watched as he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor.  

“Thank God,” Kaycee sighed as she helped remove his shirt. “I was wondering when you were going to get naked with me.”

“You’re not naked,” he groaned.

Kaycee looked down at the whisps of fabric covering her, all pushed to the side so he could access whatever his heart desired.

“Well, I’m hardly clothed,��� she giggled.

“It’s still too much.”

She felt his hand grasp the fabric between her legs, then, with a quick snap and burning sensation, her panties joined his pants on the wooden floor.

“Wow! You really go after what you want?” she smiled.

Laying her flat on the bar, his palms pushed her legs apart, then he took her in his arms as he climbed on top of her. A look of longing she had never before seen burned in his eyes. His breath was now coming in pants, and he pulled her in for another kiss.

“You know the only thing I want is you.”

“Then have me,” she purred, lowering her hands to spread her lips for him.

With a guttural groan, Ethan softly pushed inside her, slowly at first, to ensure she was all right, but also so he could relish every second as her silky walls enveloped him, squeezing against him, welcoming him back home. A curse escaped him when she took him in completely.  

“Kaycee,” he gasped. “Are you OK?”

“I’d be better if you were fucking me,” she said with a sexy grin.

Then she watched as his eyes turned dark. Something feral awakened inside. Permission had been granted; now, he was taking what he needed, all he desired… she was his. Each thrust was deep, desperate, longing to fill a need that had gone too long unfulfilled. The mix of pleasure and pain as her nails scraped the length of his back and the beautiful noises escaping her brought him closer and closer to the edge.

She gazed up at him adoringly as she felt her own pleasure beginning to crest once more, beads of his sweat splashing onto her bare skin. She lifted her legs, and he helped her shift her heels above his shoulders; they both gasped as he filled her again, deeper, harder, faster than before. She cried out as ecstasy overtook her.

“Ethan….” her voice quivered, ‘Ethan… I….”

“Say my name, baby… say my name for me.”

“I… I… can… I….”

“Say it!” he hissed through clenched teeth as she arched her back up, pressing against him as she met him, move for move.

Her eyes fluttered shut as the world flashed bright white around her, ripples of unabashed pleasure racing through every inch of her body.  

“ETHAN!” she cried as she squeezed tightly around him.

“That’s my girl,” he gasped as he began to jerk on top of her.  

“KAYCEE!” He screamed as he came to his own release, spilling deep inside her.

 They didn’t know how long they lay atop the wooden bar. Both spent Ethan’s head rested upon her breast. Feeling drunker than she had before, Kaycee mindlessly twirled his sweat-soaked. Leaning over, she kissed his forehead with a smirk on her lips.  

“Welcome home,” she whispered as he chuckled against her.

“It’s good to be home,” he smiled.  

“Well, not exactly home, more like at our favorite bar.”

“You know what I mean,” he teased as he rose to his elbows and looked her in the face. “That was….”

“Well worth the wait.”

“You can say that again,” he concurred.

“So, have you ever thought about doing it on this bar?”

“There aren’t many places I haven’t envisioned doing this to you,” he grinned, “But I thought we would at least have done it in front of my spot.”

“Aw,” Casey whined, twisting her neck to look at Ethan’s chair. “Well, we can do it there later if you want. After we recover a bit.”

“As delightful as that sounds, why don’t we clean up here and go home? There are several softer surfaces I’d like to explore with you.”

Kaycee raised her mouth to his and they shared one more sensual kiss.

“You’ve got a deal!” 

One week later:

“Hey, buddy!” Reggie sang as he slid a napkin in front of Ethan at the bar. “Where’s the Mrs. today?”

“She’s still at work. She’ll be down later.”

“Good, always good to see your better half. Now, what’ll it be, the usual?”

“You know me by now,” Ethan stated.  

“I thought I did,” Reggie replied, pouring Ethan’s favorite scotch into a tumbler. “But over ten years you’ve been coming here now… Care to share why a creature of habit like you has suddenly changed your seat?”

Ethan snorted as he lowered his glass back to the bar and wiped his lips. He looked at his old friend with a half smile and firmly answered. “No.”

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BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

Season 2

Ep 6 - Halloween

Why does this vampire looks like sam Winchester or is it just me?

That's a creepy vampire. Recording Buffy fighting. Weird kink but okay...

Oh no, not again, not the Cordelia and Angel misunderstanding. Disappear Cordelia.

Buffy and angel(the actors) do have the chemistry that you just have it. They have the spark, that breathlessness, that angst and I will die without you presence.

Lmao not the principal whipping out three pens as if any school would be this rich. Unbelievable. Unrealistic.

Go xander beat that guy or... Well buffy did, nvm.

"Boys are so fragile", willow speaking facts.

Reading about angel in library... Yeah that will end well. No dark secrets.

Lmao not buffy using ms calendar card.

"a babe, i can work with that", oh my poor adorable Mr. Giles. My man.

"oh buffy you must be hot stuff when it comes to demonology or whatever but when it comes to dating I am the slayer" , that was such a Cordelia thing lol.

Buffy is gonna wear the dress...is it haunted or angel gonna die by a boner after seeing her in this? Stay tuned, we'll see.

What accent does spike have? British...?

Spike saying, "talk to daddy", it was hot and eww at the same time.

Someone new is gonna come..well well...interesting.

Buffy kinda looks like nina/Elena/Katherine pierce in this dress. Probably just me.

OZ BABY!!!

OZ AND WILLOW JUST BUMPED!!

Damn, wtf! Now people are just randomly turning into monsters or ghosts...or past life soldier?

Oh they're turning into what they've dressed up. I love this! Oh I love this episode.

Lol, buffy just fainted. In this scene, she does remind me of Katherine when she was innocent.

Even demon magic can't change Cordelia lmao.

I can't have amnesia because "I bathe quite often" Okay ms buffy from 70's lmao.

Oh hey angel, you finally came, welcome to the amnesia demon magic land.

Evil shop guy.

I am sorry, "hello Ethan" , "hello Rupert(I heard ripper for some reason and got a shock of this lifetime)". They know each other. It's gonna be interesting.

Damn, soldier Xander is kinda die for hot. I have a thing for him, the soldier xander, not the normal one.

Holy, Rupert has got a dark past. HOLY FUCK, DID HE JUST HIT THE ETHAN, DAMN GILES. Who is he really ?

Oh so he did say ripper or still Rupert. Who is GILES. DAMN, SIR.

Yesss buffy is back. You go my girl.

Yes willow, embrace your hotness

LMAO, NOT OZ. HIS FACE 💀💀OZ MY GUY. HE'S GONE GONE. Oz and willow, my OTP from now on.

Angel we're not dissing women of old eras. They had no choice, so shut up.

Giles just got more interesting, what happened to the awkward mess? Who is he?

Why are we in chemistry (?) Lab. Giles my man wtf are you doing!

WHO IS RUPERT GILES REALLY!?

Also spike was in it but he didn't interest me as much but can we talk about Giles, who is he again?

Okay, phew, this episode.

First of all, I loved loved this episode. So far it's my favorite. It had everything, drama, craziness, humor - different from the other episodes - and I really loved it. Again, turning people into their Halloween costume - a masterpiece 🤌. I absolutely loved this plot.

I loved watching Buffy's character being this woman lmao. Xander as the soldier - my heart, he really looked and even sounded hot. Willow as always my adorable hot girl. And we had OZ. Mr. Who's that girl. Adore this guy lol.

Now, WTF GILES? WHO ARE YOU? WHO IS HE!? I swear to God it took me by surprise. Damn Giles. Everyone here has a dark past(minus the teenagers but living in this town, they're well on their way).

Anyway, fav episode so far, loved every second of it. That's it for now, see ya in the next one. Cheers 🥂

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All Monsters Great and Small

Giles needed information on a specific magic and it was for once so specialized that he knew of only one person who had ever even dabbled in it. Ethan but as far as he knew the man was still locked up somewhere, safe, secure and where he couldn't cause any harm.

He knew because he'd put him there.

Giles had always felt right in his decision to hand Ethan over to the Initiative. Ethan had proven himself dangerous time and time again and with no end of his bad behavior in sight he hadn't really given him any other option but that had been nearly a decade ago now and since then the world had changed. Whether Ethan Rayne changed with it or not hardly mattered any more.

Giles had spent the years since Sunnydale helping Buffy build a network of Slayers across the globe. It was massive now and the sheer scope of their reach gave him some time off once in a while where he could almost pretend he was close to retirement. He had come to accept however, that winters in Spain and a fat pension weren't in his future as they might once have been. Evil didn't retire and so he probably never would either.

Today was no exception. When even their coven connections couldn't help them he called in a favor from the Initiative and of all people they sent him Riley Finn, older and more lined than he should have yet been but still wide eyed and quintessentially all American. He couldn't fight the stab of contempt he felt for the boy he had been and the man he was now. People seldom changed and Riley might have been older but he had never left his commandos, never learned to think for himself. Never been good enough for Buffy if he was honest. He hadn't been a bad kid but he hadn't impressed him either.

He forced a smile however when he met the man at the airport outside Reno. Being state side again was somehow jarring. So close to where Sunnydale had been and yet knowing it wasn't.

Riley's smile was tight too. "Took me a while to track him down." He said. "Your guy got moved around a little over the years."

Giles glanced at him. "Was he trouble?" He asked.

Riley shrugged. "Don't know. File I got said he didn't do well in the rehabilitation facility. They moved him here for keeping."

"Didn't do well?" Giles felt a pit form in his stomach. Didn't do well. . .

"Its rehab." Riley said, leading him to an unmarked government van. "You have to want it. He didn't."

Right.

Ethan wouldn't have wanted it.

They got in and Giles glanced out the window and back at the airport. He could see Ethan not doing well in rehab.

"You'll be trusted to keep the facility's location a secret. We normally wouldn't allow anyone inside but you arent exactly a stranger and we owe your people a few favors." Riley said.

Giles nodded, thinking of Ethan and remembering Adam and Walsh and the rest of the boys in Kevlar. He had really handed his old friend over to these people. "How long has he been at this facility?" He found himself asking.

"About six years now. He wasn't very forthcoming in Sunnydale as I remember. They got what they could oit of him and sent him to the rehab building but. . ." Riley trailed off and the pit in Giles's guts opened wider, taunting him.

He wondered what they'd wanted from Ethan at all and had a flicker if doubt. The Initiative didn't deal in magic, they dealt with demons. Take his magic away and Ethan was just a man.

He felt his palms sweat as they were engulfed by the darkness and the desert. The stars above. The hum of the engine.

There was no other way. Ethan wasn't an ordinary man and an ordinary prison couldn't hold him, although he didn't doubt that there was ample evidence across the Atlantic to put him in one. No, this was the only place and sooner than he'd thought they came across a small building in the middle of nowhere, only one guard on duty as far as he could see.

Giles raised an eyebrow and Riley pointed to their feet. "Down there." He said, cleared by the guard.

Of course it was and down they went, into the bleeding belly of the beast and her fluorescent lights and locks. . . her secrets.

They passed nameless white walls and ugly, tiled floors, the lights humming above and the only sound their feet slapping the ground beneath them.

Giles thought for some reason he would be seeing Ethan in his cell and it was almost a disappointment when he was lead into an interrogation room. He looked at Riley expectantly and the boy. . . the grown boy cleared his throat.

"They should be bringing him." He said, gesturing at the table he should sit at. "Are you sure he'll help you?"

He wasn't and he didn't answer. Nothing was certain with Ethan. That was why he was better off here.

Riley hung his head and nodded. He'd never been a stupid lad.

They waited.

"You knew him, right?" Riley asked suddenly, looking up.

Giles nodded, wondering what he was asking for and not liking it that he was at all.

Riley nodded too. "Its been nearly ten years." He said. "He may be different."

It was insightful and Giles resented him for his insight. He knew how long it had been and yet Riley's words still made him twist inside, his sweaty palms still sticking and his throat drier than it had been before. "I'll keep that in mind." He said.

Riley nodded and then the door opened and two men entered with a figure between them. Ethan Rayne, looking every bit of ten years older than he had the last time Giles had seen him. He looked haggard too and Giles didn't miss it but the moment their eyes met he saw an old light go on in Ethan's and his eyebrows rose. He was still the same man.

The man was so busy looking at him that he stumbled when directed into the chair across the table.

The door shut and the two soldiers remained outside. It was just the three of them in the cement room. Ethan's eyes bright. "Ripper." He heard him breath and he sounded older too. Giles watched as he placed his hands in the desk between them and he heard the clink of handcuffs. It was almost fascinating to see Ethan of all people in chains like this. Satisfying in a way.

"How are you, Ethan?" He asked, taking in the changes on the man. He was thinner, greyer. Older than he'd thought either of them would ever be but he was still Ethan.

"Peachy." Ethan said, voice dark. His eyes raked over Giles appraisingly. "What about you, Ripper? What brings you down to my humble abode?"

"I need some information." Giles said, lacing his own fingers opposite Ethan and looking at the difference in their hands. His were not as thin and there was no metallic clink or shine around his wrists.

Ethan gave him an amused look but it wasn't anything like the looks he remembered from the past. This one was weaker, tired. "Well I'm afraid im not very on top of the up and about of today's gossip."

"I think you'll know about this." Giles said. "I need to know about the father of all chaos gods. The primordial demon Anthellen. One if his children is causing mayhem beyond his own ability."

Ethan looked delighted. "And you think I know of this?"

"Know of or know him." Giles said. "You served the god Janus. I don't imagine he was the only one you payed homage to."

A dryer look this time, not so amused. "I know of Anthellen but he's not father of all chaos." He sounded read on the subject and Giles sighed, glad he was being so forthcoming. "Only one pantheon of chaos gods."

Giles leaned forward and in the dim fluorescent light he had to strain his eyes. "And of his children?" He asked.

Ethan withdrew his arms from the table. "And why would I know anything about them?" He asked.

Giles frowned. "If anyone would it would be you."

Ethan cocked his head but nodded. "And if I tell you?" He asked.

A harder frown. "You want to know what's in it for you." Of course he did. How typical of Ethan. Always working an angle.

Ethan nodded, eyebrows raised expectantly but he had his arms crossed over himself and looked weary.

"Well what do you want then?" Giles asked, sitting back. "It's not as if I can give you your freedom."

A slightly sour look crossed Ethan's face. "No, but he can give me things." He said, pointing at Riley.

Riley looked at Giles who shrugged. "What do you want, Ethan?" He asked. It seemed harmless enough to ask and they already had all of the power. Ethan didn't have a lot of room to negotiate.

"I want my books back and I don't want them taken again." He sounded almost petulant there was an odd timber in his voice.

"Why were your books taken?" Riley asked, arms crossed.

Ethan gave him a look of distaste. "Their drugs aren't perfect, you know." He said. "Sometimes they can't stop all of the magic. Sometimes I get lucky."

"Which is why you're still in here." Riley said.

Giles nodded and Ethan gave him a resentful look. "Give them back or I'll say nothing." He said. "I don't have anything else to bargain with and you won't give me anything else I want."

"Youre sure right about that." Riley said dryly but Giles wasn't interested in petty squabbling.

"Oh just give him the bloody books back." Giles snapped.

"Do you know what they gave me to read in here?" Ethan asked suddenly, looking at him then over the table. "Anne of Green Gables. The whole set! When I'd read it, I asked for more and they gave me Little House on the Prairie. Can you imagine? This is condescension I wouldn't stoop to!"

Giles looked at him dryly. This was getting him nowhere. "You've got your books back now what do you know, Ethan?" He asked.

Ethan leaned forward. "I know your tin soldiers haven't stopped all of their cutting." He hissed.

That was something to consider but it wasn't what he'd asked and Giles had a time frame to worry about.

"You know, you look older, Rupert." Ethan said, diverting to another topic. He sounded almost sad and it was getting pathetic.

"So do you." He whispered.

There was silence and then he cleared his throat and Ethan winced. "I need to know." Giles said. He couldn't play these games forever. Ethan had all of the time in the world but he didn't.

And for a moment Ethan looked like an old man. Far older than he was. "Your god was eaten by his children. The child that ate his head was Callenth. If you're looking for anyone it'll be him and there'll be writing on him. I know you probably didn't find much on Anthellen." He sniffed. "He became the most powerful and practiced the darkest chaos. Its was always a trip calling upon him. He might kill you for it. The rush is incredible. You should try it, I know it nearly killed me."

"And yet you somehow survived."

Ethan smiled slightly. "He's arrogant."

Giles didn't point out that he was the last person who should have been calling names. "Thank you, Ethan." He said, rising then.

Bound hands reached out and grabbed at his arm tightly, fingers cold and hard. "Not yet." He whispered. "You take my time I take your's." Ethan's voice was low and shakey then.

Giles almost snorted. "And why would I do that?" He asked.

Ethan looked troubled, nearly angry. "Why not?" He asked. "What have you got to loose?" He snapped.

Giles almost pitied him but this was the man who had upended the people he cared about's lives and nearly killed them. This was a man who caused chaos and problems wherever he went. This was the man who wouldn't leave him alone.

"Do you know where they keep me?" Ethan asked. "Underground, forever. I haven't seen the sky in years. You took that from me." He nodded slightly as if Giles should agree with him and he did even if he didn't nod. He had taken that away from him but Ethan had taken it away from himself too. He couldn't pretend he was repercussion's victim.

"You caused nothing but trouble."

"There are far worse people than me." Ethan said, voice thin and scathing.

"And yet my life has been much more enjoyable devoid of your escapades." Giles said, trying to hurt. Trying to make the churning in his guts stop.

Ethan chewed on his cheek for a moment. Something he didn't think he'd seen him do before.

"These boys forget that I'm not a demon." He whispered. "Can't take the beatings they can." He sounded short and forceful.

Giles winced and looked at Riley who looked guilty.

"That's the trouble with all of the on campus recruiting and little soldier training in schools. You get kids with weapons." Ethan whispered and Giles realized he had sat back down. He couldn't remember doing so.

"I'll talk to someone." Riley muttered. "I didn't know."

He never did and Giles looked at Ethan, feeling something close to guilt in his chest. He had done this but Ethan had hurt so many people in his life. He didn't have a choice.

"I don't know what's worse." Ethan said. "The demons or the soldiers. All monsters, great and small, you know?" He grinned almost haplessly and there was just the faintest glimmer of his old self. "They're all down here."

"And what are you?" Giles found himself asking. He felt numb.

"In here? With all of the drugs they give me? I'm rather small." He laughed softly, apologetically.

Giles nodded. "I think that might be good for you, Ethan."

And the man stopped smiling and leaned across the table again. "It was only a joke, Rupert." He whispered. "You didn't have to do this to me."

"You never would have stopped."

Ethan nodded. "That's right but even you must realize this is a bit much, even for me." His eyes crinkled as if he were trying to convey how helpless he was now.

Giles swallowed hard and forced himself to remain resolute. "And if we let you go? What would you do? How long before you went back to your old ways?" He asked.

"And my old ways were so much worse than what these people have done. They may not slice you up here but it's not a picnic."

"You had a chance to rehabilitate."

"No I had a chance to do what they called rehabilitate and I'll be damned before I get lectured on this from you. You're the reason I'm here." He sounded angry now, upset.

"Perhaps if you had stayed in England. . ." Giles said, hackles up.

Ethan snorted and Riley shifted uncomfortably.

"You have no idea what you've done and your horse is getting so high you're loosing oxygen."

Giles glared at him and knew it was true. He didn't know what he had done. "Ethan if you cooperated. . ." He said, struggling to find a way Ethan couldn't twist his words.

"If I got my mind right?" Ethan asked, sharp and biting.

He shrugged, knowing that was just it. "Yes." He whispered.

"Oh, I've got my mind right." Ethan whispered. "And I'm going to get out one day."

"Well it's good to see you haven't lost hope." Riley said dryly.

Ethan gave him another look of dislike. "You were one of the soldier boys who brought me in." He said. "Arrested me. Isn't it nice we're all back together?"

"Not the word I'd pick." Riley said flatly, arms crossed again.

Giles felt as if a brick had settled in his stomach and he looked at Ethan who was angry and backed into a corner. He didn't have anything to bargin with and no powers if he was telling the truth.

He was just a a man and this was no place for a man.

Yet there was nowhere else for him and he had to stay because Ethan Rayne wasn't just a man and he wasn't going to stop.

"I'm sorry you haven't changed your mind." He said, looking at the table between them.

Ethan looked up, looking almost startled. He looked old and Giles didn't like seeing it. Didn't like seeing him this way. It was naked and frightened him of what he himself was aging into. Who ever thought of themselves as old? When he had first met Ethan he had never imagined being this old. Knowing this much. He thought he'd known everything when he was young. He hadn't known a bloody thing.

"Thank you for your help and. . . perhaps we can get him something other than Little House on the Prairie?" He found himself saying. "I think that's a little condescending of the warden." He was done here.

No snort or quip, Ethan looked hopeful and Riley nodded.

"Yeah, he kept his end but no spell books."

Giles nodded and stood, not stopped this time. "Thank you, Ethan." He said again.

Ethan looked surprised and then nodded back. He saw for a flash the boy he'd known, the boy who had captivated him and fascinated him, who had inspired all of his worst behavior and challenged him to do more and then he saw the old man in his drab uniform and grey hair. What the hell happened to you when you got old? You were young and holding the world one second and they you were grey and just helping. Helpless.

"You're going?" Ethan asked, voice quivering.

The pit in Giles's stomach yawned. "Yes." He said, voice dead in the stale room, under the fluorescent light and the electric buzzing, the dull corridors and white walls. . .the world with no sky.

Another faint nod. "Don't forget I'm in here." Ethan whispered and it wasn't snide or mocking. He sounded pitiful and small and Giles left him there, information in hand and guts twisted and raw.

He wasn't going to be forgetting this any time soon.

He looked at Riley and wondered what he would be like when he was their age. Maybe he'd learn to think for himself by then. Maybe he wouldn't make it at all. Too many didn't.

It was still night when they reached the surface and he thought of what Ethan had said.

All monsters, great and small.

Ethan was down there with them and one of them and he was above and under the stars.

All God's monsters.

The world with sky.

The world without.

All choices made and sealed.

They were all repercussion's victims in the end.

#fanfiction #rupert giles #ethan rayne #riley finn #buffy the vampire slayer #tv #fanfic #reunions #angst #old friends #bitterness #prison #post-cannon #the initiative #arguments

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Hellooo

It’s spooky month! Do you like Halloween? Would you like to do Halloween HCs for the manor? Do the vampires celebrate and dress up? If so as what? Do they have fun spooking the humans? Thank you~

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How do boys celebrate Halloween? :

🎃  Hi! How are you ? I hope you are well!  I was afraid I wouldn't make it but I manage to publish the headcanon just before the end of the month, I'm happy  🎃

I like Halloween, even if I don't like being scared ^^'

🎃  I hope you enjoy the headcanons. Take care of yourself and have a good day!  🎃

Vladimir :

This is the worst party of the year for Vladimir. For as long as he can remember, he has never liked it. Even as a child, when he went door-to-door with his brothers and sisters to get treats, he found it horrible. People wore scary costumes, you had to talk to complete strangers, and he was always afraid that someone would poison the treats they gave him. The worst was when his mother would tell horrific stories by the fire. There was only the light of the fireplace and a candle to illuminate them and in the end, he always ended up cuddling up to his father for fear of seeing a ghost or demon in one of the dark corners of the living room.

It took several weeks for Beliath to convince him to dress up at one of his parties. When Beliath managed to convince him, he had to struggle to find a costume he liked. Vladimir is very critical of the texture of the clothes and despite Beliath's insistence, he did not want to dress up as a vampire, let alone be forced to wear make-up to do so (he finds make-up very unpleasant on his skin). What worries Vladimir the most is that he will be made fun of with his costume. In the end, he agrees to disguise himself, but he disguises himself as George Wickham from Pride and Prejudice. Beliath sincerely thinks that it is not a horrified disguise, but he does not insist any further.

He never tells stories by the fire. He usually sits next to Raphael to reassure (in all honesty he is at least as scared as he is, but for once he is not the one who looks scared, and he enjoys it). After that, he always goes back to his room with Raphael and it's always in these moments that he realizes that the manor makes a lot of scary noises.

The only time he helps Beliath decorate the manor is to carve pumpkins. It's something he really enjoys doing, as it was the only thing he liked to do during Halloween when he was a kid. But as much as he enjoys doing it, he's not a very efficient helper for Beliath, he spends twice as much time as the others on his pumpkin, in the end it's probably the most successful but he never has time to do more than two or three.

He likes sweets, but not to the same extent as Raphael. In general, he will eat mostly Tagada strawberries and Carambars (almost exclusively caramel).

Spiritism was very fashionable in his time. He has suspected Ivan and Ethan of having done Ouija in the living room for some time, but he has no proof except that the piano has been playing by itself for some time and that the reflections in the living room windows seem strange. Moreover, Aaron totally refuses to believe him and only Beliath agrees with him. This clearly doesn't reassure him, and he'd really like to know what the two younger kids have been up to, at least to get rid of whatever's lying around the living room before there's a real problem.

He never makes jokes intended to frighten others, be it humans or his roommates. This is mainly because he doesn't like to be scared himself and he doesn't like to laugh at the fear of others. According to him, this is not how his parents raised him.

Béliath :

He never had the chance to go trick-or-treating as a child, because Halloween wasn't really like it is now. And because, even if it had been, his mother would never have let him go and have fun. So Halloween is something he discovered when he started living among humans and it immediately became his favourite time of the year. He loves going to look at the decorations on houses, dressing up and telling horror stories in the dark. He has a bit of trouble understanding why everyone is not in as good a mood as he is when October comes around.

He has a Halloween-themed party every year. And yes, everyone must come dressed up, even his roommates. It took a lot of convincing to get some of them to come. In particular, Vladimir, Raphaël and Aaron. But they finally gave in to please him. Beliath, him, dresses up as a vampire, and the more cliché the better! He also does his best to make sure that everyone has at least as much fun as he does.

He doesn't tell the most horror stories, he knows enough, but he clearly doesn't have Aaron's storytelling skills, so he gladly gives up his seat to hear another horrific wolf story. He doesn't usually find Aaron's stories scary. He's half-demon himself, so knowing that Aaron has fought one doesn't really bother him. Well, to a certain extent... He can't deny that the wolf tells the horror stories really well and that he sometimes feels a bit wary when he returns to his room.

He does most of the decorating, whether it's hanging witches, skeletons, or carving pumpkins. He also likes to do this last activity in groups. Even if his roommates don't always have the same notion of a scary pumpkin as he does, nor the same talent, nor the same speed. He has already tried to carve faces in other vegetables, notably in a courges galeuse d'Eysines or in a turnip, but if for the first he liked the result., it is not really the case for the second one.

He doesn't really like sweets. Well, he doesn't hate it either, but he usually buys it for Raphael. A good part of the candy budget is dedicated to Raphael, much to the older delight. As for him, he is usually satisfied with Liquorice Root Sticks (he buys them secretly because he feels a bit stupid chewing on a piece of wood, it's not very classy according to him).

He tried to convince Ethan to admit to him that he had done a Ouija but the younger man denied it completely. Beliath, unlike Vladimir, is not afraid that it's a demon, if it was, he would have tried to kill them long ago. He rather thinks it is a ghost. The problem with ghosts is that they feed on the energy of the living, and while he's not worried about him and Aaron, he's much more worried about the others. So, he'd like to make him go away, but he has no idea how to do that.

He doesn't really see the point of going out to scare humans. For him, Halloween is mostly a good opportunity to have fun. He'll make sure his party is horror-themed and the decorations are scary, but he's not actively trying to make jokes to scare people.

Ivan :

He really likes Halloween. It's not his favourite holiday, but he finds it quite fun. He remembers that as a child he often went out in his neighbourhood to get candy from his neighbours before going home to watch Coraline with his brothers and sisters. As a teenager, it was more like horror movies night before going out to play hide and seek in the forest in the middle of the night, they sometimes got really scared especially when they were playing near the cemetery and one member of the group thought they saw a "ghost".

At first, he was not very motivated by Beliath's party, especially when the incubus told him that he had to come in disguise, in fact, he was mostly afraid that Beliath would go and buy him a stupid disguise and then make fun of him. But in the end, it didn't happen like that. Beliath just goes and buys the disguise he chooses. Ivan dresses up every time, even if he doesn't always dare to go downstairs to enjoy the party with the others. Like Ethan, he usually prefers disguises inspired by horror films, or else he dresses up as a zombie (a disguise that Vladimir finds awful and in bad taste).

He does his best to pretend that he is not afraid of Aaron's stories, and he even manages to convince himself of this while he is in front of the fireplace with the others. Once he is alone in his room listening to the creaking stairs, the wind in the windows and the mice in the attic, he gives up rather quickly and goes to the wolf's room.

He is very busy decorating with Beliath. Although he wishes he didn't have to decorate pumpkins. He's cut himself more than once doing it and he never finds them as pretty and scary as other people's. Aaron told him that he would eventually get it right, but it's always the same, the eyes are not symmetrical, the mouth is missing teeth, the nose is either too small or too big. Usually, it's Aaron who repaired most of his mistakes, or Vladimir if the aristocrat has finally finished his first pumpkin.

He used to love sweets, unfortunately his tastes have changed a lot since his transformation and now he doesn't eat them. Gradually, however, he begins to be able to eat them again, but only those that sting. And there are two problems with that. The first is that they're Ethan's favourite and the second is that he doesn't really like them. In fact, the only reason he would ever take them is to make Ethan angry.

When Ethan offered to do Ouija boarding, he initially refused, Aaron did tell him that it was very dangerous and not to be taken lightly. But then the doctor laughed at him and his cowardice, so he changed his mind. They moved into the living room and turned off all the lights. If you ask him, he'll argue that Ethan panicked first, but the result is the same. They didn't think to close the communication and went to hide far from the living room (in their room). Since then, there is a strange reflection that can be seen in the windows near the piano, Ivan is always quick to close the curtains to avoid seeing it.

He would like to go out into town to scare the humans, but he is too afraid of doing something stupid to do so. So, he stays in the manor hoping to control himself enough next year to dare to go out.

Aaron :

Until he met Beliath, Aaron had never celebrated Halloween. He's watched this little party become more and more popular, but he felt a bit too old for this kind of thing. Although he thinks he would certainly have celebrated it without hesitation if it had existed when he was a child. It wouldn't have been for the candy though, but more for the opportunity to go out and play at night with his friends, which he wasn't really allowed to do as a child.

The first time he celebrated Halloween was at the manor, at that time it was just him, Vladimir and Beliath, the incubus didn't insist that he dress up and they told horror stories by the fire instead, Beliath wasn't having a party at the manor at that time. Now, he’s always a little suspicious when Beliath suggests a Halloween-themed party, and he doesn't really understand why Beliath is so keen for him to dress up. But then, it's only once a year and it makes the incubus happy, so he gives in. Since he never knows what to dress up as, it's usually the others who choose for him. The last time, he disguised himself as Thanos. It was Ivan's idea.

Aaron doesn't know exactly how it happened, but he's kind of become the official storyteller for Halloween nights. He doesn't make much of an effort though. He only tells about things he has experienced and yes, he has indeed faced many demons, ghosts and evil spirits. It's not for nothing that he has a whole collection of scars on his body. In the end, he has to admit that it doesn't really bother him, and he has even got into the habit of skipping the goriest parts to preserve the most sensitive ones.

He leaves much of the decorating to Beliath and Ivan unless his cadets come to him for help in hanging things. If he were alone, he clearly wouldn't decorate. Despite some criticisms he may have about the decorating, he must admit that he really likes decorating pumpkins, it's a fun activity to do in a group, especially since everyone participates. In fact, it's the thing he enjoys most about this activity. It's not every night that everyone gathers in the same place to do the same thing, and even if there is some bickering, the atmosphere is pretty good.

He doesn't really like sweet. Well, he eats them all the same. He prefers bergamot, eucalyptus, or pine sap candies. He usually makes it through several months with one package.

He doesn't believe that Ivan and Ethan were stupid enough to do Ouija in the house, so he defends them against Vladimir and Beliath. Of course, he did notice that the mood in the living room had changed, but a spirit could very well have latched onto someone outside the manor. In any case, it can't be one of the younger ones. They've already talked enough about the dangers of Ouija as it is, they wouldn't dare to do such a stupid thing.

He does not enjoy scaring humans and he is especially careful that Ethan's jokes do not hurt anyone. If he can tolerate that the doctor has fun scaring others, he will not tolerate any injury due to his nonsense, nor that his jokes consist in making fun of the phobia of someone in the manor, especially as it is never Ethan who manages the anxiety attacks that he can cause.

Raphaël :

Like Vladimir, he hates this party. It's scary, noisy and Ethan takes great pleasure in trying to scare him. Halloween didn't really exist in this form when he was a child, and he doesn't really know if he would have enjoyed it. On the one hand, he's never averse to sweets and getting them for free by just knocking on people's doors would probably have amused him a lot, but on the other hand, even if he wasn't particularly fearful as a child, he was rather superstitious and he's not sure he would have enjoyed it in the end.

He didn't really want to dress up at first. He didn't like the texture of most disguises and he didn't want to give up his usual clothes even for one night. But Beliath promised him sweets in return, so... Raphael can't really resist sweets. However, he only wanted Vladimir's opinion on his disguise, because he didn't trust other people's tastes enough. In the end, his disguise changes every year, sometimes he disguises himself as Hades, sometimes as the Phantom of the Opera and he even "disguised" himself as a vampire once, which Beliath found very amusing.

He hates Aaron's horror stories, and he doesn't even try to hide it. He sighs with disgust at the slightest story that is a little too bloody and spends a good part of the evening between Vladimir and Beliath because he is at least sure that neither of them will try to startle him for fun. Once it was time to go to his room to sleep alone, well... let's just say that he often joined Vladimir in his room to talk. Most of the time, they just talk about the stories Aaron told them to try to convince themselves that they are safe.

He's not the one who helps decorate the mansion the most. He doesn't like horrific atmospheres and he doesn't really like to spend his time getting his head stuck in the spider webs that Beliath puts everywhere, nor does he like to trip over yet another pumpkin in the middle of the passage. However, he also decorates pumpkins, the only problem is that his always look too cute. This makes Beliath a bit desperate, as he would only like scary pumpkins, but he doesn't have the courage to point this out to Raphael.

Okay, okay. It's the only time of year, along with Christmas and Easter, when he has a good excuse to binge on sweets. Clearly, he will not miss it under any circumstances. He's ready to get mad if there's no candy. That's the concept of this party, to eat candy until you're sick! He will agree to give sweets to Vladimir and maybe to Beliath. But the others! Were they at least nice enough? Clearly, Ethan wasn't, Ivan has no taste and Aaron just doesn't know what's good.

Of course, Vladimir told him about his suspicions of Ethan and Ivan and yes, it's true that it's a bit strange that the piano starts playing by itself at the same time at night, but they wouldn't dare to do that! a Ouija! In the living room! Raphael knows that the two youngest are irresponsible, but he doesn't think it's that bad.

He does not enjoy scaring others. Although he does enjoy silently entering rooms to startle his housemates.

Ethan :

He didn't celebrate Halloween as a child. Now that he thinks about it, he would probably have enjoyed it a lot, more for the opportunity to dress up and scare others than for the candy. He discovered this festival at the same time as his arrival at the manor, he had already heard about it of course, but he had not really been interested in it until he found Beliath. At that point, the incubus was preparing to host his first Halloween-themed party at the manor.

Ethan hadn't planned to participate, let alone dress up, but it's hard to say no to Beliath. Finally, he gave in and dressed up to please his friend. After all, it was cheap and Beliath just looks like a kid on Christmas Eve when everyone else is dressed up to celebrate Halloween. The vast majority of the time he dresses up as a character from a horror movie, once he considered dressing up as a clown to scare Vladimir but in the end the disguise made him far too uncomfortable to just stay in the same room as him, so he changed his mind.

What! No, he's not afraid of Aaron's horror stories! Frankly, only Raphael, Ivan and Vladimir worry about that. And it's clearly not why he sleeps with the lights on or feels like he's being watched all day. He's not afraid of a few ghosts! He is neither cowardly nor fearful! If he were to be frank, he would tell you that the scariest of horror films is worthless compared to the stories of the wolf, but he will certainly not be frank.

He wanted to put dolls in the mansion at first (mainly to scare Vladimir) but the other boys totally rejected his idea. He is the most difficult to convince about the pumpkin decorations. He hates it! It's a bore for him. In the end, the only reason he agreed is to please Beliath and to be able to make fun of Ivan's pumpkins which are always totally messed up, the only problem with the last point is that he always ends up being yelled at by Vladimir and Aaron for making fun of the youngest.

He likes sweets, not all of them, just the acid ones. He knows that Beliath will always bring him a packet of têtes brûlées when he comes back from shopping. They hide them so that Ivan doesn't take them, they are his sweets after all, and certainly not Ivan's.

It was one Halloween night that he decided to do Ouija with Ivan in the living room. At first, it was just supposed to be some nonsense to scare Ivan. They did it for an hour before things started to get really weird. In the panic, they forgot to make the spirit go away. Since then, the piano has been playing music by itself. Ethan is horrified whenever he hears it but stubbornly continues to deny any responsibility in the matter, He'd much rather have a ghost in the mansion than be yelled at by Aaron.

He makes a lot of jokes during the Halloween period. Less on humans than on other members of the manor. Sometimes they don't cause any negative consequences. Often they turn out badly. After all, he once made Raphael fall down the stairs while trying to scare him.

Neil :

Really, he never saw the point of this party. It never even occurred to him to celebrate it. He finds it quite boring. Of course, it's easier to find humans to bite, they're everywhere in the streets, but it's just too easy! He's spoilt for choice and people aren't even really afraid of him and dare to talk to him about disguises, does he look like someone who dresses up? Seriously a disguise! These people have no idea how much his costume costs and he dares to call his costume a disguise! 

Neil doesn't really like fancy dress in general. At the very least, he could enjoy a fancy dress ball, but not just any kind of fancy dress ball. He would like something rich with a band, nice clothes, good food and the best of high society. 

He doesn't listen to horror stories. It's not really something he's interested in, and he tends to get bored quickly with it, both because he's always looking for the flaw in the story and because he's often seen much worse. However, he almost never tells a horror story. Even though he knows a lot about boats, the sea, the ocean, the abyss and the flying Dutchman (although he never mentions the latter, it was just a bit too horrific for his taste).

He never decorated the places where he lived for Halloween. Neil thinks it's a waste of time.

He likes sweets a lot. Let's just say that if he passes by a sweet shop one evening, chances are he'll stop and buy some candy. He has a preference for the more classic ones like jelly beans, liquorice, and marshmallows. More rarely, he buys Car en sac or gummy bears (and he has a preference for yellow and orange ones).

He tends to avoid all places known to be haunted because at best it's just a ghost and it's still very difficult to get rid of and at worst it's a demon and he has no desire to confront a demon, it's far too difficult to defeat and far too dangerous. The one time he was forced to live with a ghost, he thought he was going to burn the house down. He opened doors at all hours, slammed shut the shutters, ran screaming down the hallway, even went into his bathroom to write a threat on the mirror before disappearing! The worst part was that he had nothing to make it disappear and had to leave the house! No, clearly he doesn't like ghosts.

He doesn't waste time scaring humans, anyway on Halloween they are not afraid of him and the rest of the year they are afraid of everything!

#moonlight lovers #moonlight lovers vladimir #moonlight lovers beliath #moonlight lovers ivan #moonlight lovers aaron #moonlight lovers raphael #moonlight lovers ethan #moonlight lovers neil

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Permission to be a nosy bitch and inquire about what's in your drafts atm? 👀

Permission granted lol. However, my dear Anon, know that you have just unleashed a lengthy post. I always have a metric ton of WIPs at any given time.

If anyone sees a prompt that piques their interest, feel free to say something. It'll probably motivate me to finish it sooner lol.

Albert, Jill, Chris, Barry, Brad, and Joseph reacting to a GN s/o sacrificing themself for them.

Part 2 of Alcina with a fem s/o who remains in the castle as a ghost after being killed by a hunter.

HCs about Chucky, Tiffany, Nica, Kyle, and Andy being comforted by a GN reader after a bad nightmare/how they would comfort the reader.

Carlos meeting a GN kid reader during the Racoon City Incident that he later ends up adopting.

Albert, Jill, and Chris meet a GN reader for the first time during a DBD trial.

Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Miranda, and Donna with a GN reader who came to the village to study them and form a bond, but ends up catching genuine feelings.

Zoe and Ethan reacting to a GN s/o having a near death experience.

GN reader making sure Rachel survives the T-Abyss virus.

Edward, Billy, Chris, Brad, Joseph, Carlos, Forest, and Richard reacting to a GN reader wearing their clothes.

Jill, Miranda, Donna, Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, and Elena meeting a GN s/o's parents.

GN reader's reaction upon seeing Alcina's mutated form for the first time.

Bela, Cassandra, Donna, and Daniela being ordered to kill a gn reader by Miranda, but finding themselves unable to go through with it.

Jealousy HCs for Nica and a GN reader.

Dating HCs about Salvatore, Parker, Albert, Jake, the Duke, Ark, Ethan, and Bruce. GN.

Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Miranda, Mia, Donna, and Elena reacting to a GN reader flinching during an argument.

Ficlet about poly Leon/Chris/GN reader where the reader tries to hide the horrible nightmares they've been having.

Jill, Claire, Donna, Alcina, Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra with a GN reader who has severe trauma from something b.o.w related.

Ficlet about Twisted Alice attempting to comfort a GN reader after a bad encounter with the Ink Demon.

Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Miranda, Mia, Donna, and Elena with a GN s/o who's mute.

HCs about what Chris and Carlos would do if they came home and a drunk GN s/o mistook them for an intruder.

Lucas, Zoe, Mia, Ethan, Clancy, and Andre reacting to a GN reader grabbing them by their collar and kissing them.

Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Miranda, Mia, Donna, and Elena reacting to a GN reader drawing them.

Miranda, Alcina, Donna, Karl, and Sal reacting to a GN reader with the powers of Makkari from Eternals.

Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, Daniela, Mia, Elena, Donna, and Miranda with a GN reader who is nearly as tall as Alcina.

Jill, Claire, Miranda, Alcina, Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela with a GN reader who used to hunt monsters. They don't believe them until they see the scars and old gear.

Ficlet about Abe getting closer to and eventually dating a fem mermaid OC.

Hug HCs about Edward, Forest, Enrico, Richard, Kenneth, and Rebecca. GN.

#shut up raven

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2, 20, 22, 30, 51, 52, 57 (The otp meme for Rose and Ethan 😀)

2)What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare? I feel as though either one of them would wake up and immediately console the other. I can sort of picture Ethan pretending to stay asleep for a little, but again I feel like they care enough about each other that they'd need to make sure the other is ok.

20)Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship. I'm stuck between three songs. 1)deathbeds by. BMTH 2)follow you by. Bring me the horizon, or 3)every you every me by Placebo.

22)What reminds each of their partner? bloodied things, probably certain scents. matching engraved pocket knives that were gifted to one another? Rose would definitely have a picture of him as her cellphone background. I feel as though they're around each other so often now that they don't really have the time to be reminded of each other. There might be a blood stain from Rose on Ethan's passenger side seat that just won't come off, perhaps when he's driving without her, he see's it out of the corner of his eye, and thinks of her.

30)Your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits; what is each wearing? hahaha, I'm not sure about this one. Ethan might fuck with her and dress her super proper just to get a rise out of her, or will play the typical male card and dress her in some sort of sexy lingerie get up. if he were to put effort into it, maybe like a fancy black dress and heels? something expensive that she's not used to wearing. Rose would probably dress him up to match her, skinny jeans, a black tee, a leather jacket and some boots. Something he would definitely bitch about LMFAO

51)What’s a non verbal way they say I love you? definitely hand holds, especially while driving. Little kisses to their hands while holding them. They're handsy while they're not arguing. So just the physical affection in itself are little I love yous. also the way they stare adoringly at the other while they're not looking, or while sleeping.

52)Describe their weekend getaway? haha depends on the mood? they would probably take the time to plan out a bit of dark fun. taking a day to prep, then stalk out a victim, then a final day to unleash their demons together. Now that they've been with one another for awhile, they might actually plan a real getaway to just enjoy each other. Maybe a dinner and hotel type of deal, then depending on how they're feeling, maybe then a quick little victim to end the weekend off right? They have to at least take a weekend a month to allow their demons to play. That's a must.

57)Whose the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random things in the cart? Hahaha I guess this would depend on if either one of them is under the influence. Rose is pretty serious when grocery shopping, getting things they need and food for actual meals. Ethan is just a quick shopper, grabbing beers and take out, and anything to be quick. So If anyone is to just throw things into the cart it would be Ethan, just to force Rose to hurry up.

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[maguro13-2]

Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Epilogue (1/2) ~

[For Brighter Day (Orchestra ver.) - Fumie Kumatani ]

Hal : Hello, Real World AU! This is Hal from Channel 5 News. Early this morning, Satellite of the invading S.E.E.D and the Sanctuary of Dark Nebula have all been destroyed by heroic efforts of Ethan Waber and his comrades, and especially for the hero of Earth, Maka Albarn. Once again, the Galaxy is saved from the clutches of evil one-eyed related Dark Mind who was defeated by Kirby two years ago. However, after victory over the dark forces of evil, it is quite unknown that Maka, her companies, and the heroes of smash were unharmed in the destruction of the sanctuary created by the underworld ruler Dark Nebula. Dark Nebula's plan was to bring Galactic conquest by spreading darkness and chaos all over the Galaxy and has once again had his plans foiled by hero of dreamland Kirby. So now, could this be the end of Maka and the heroes of Smash as well? Let's all pray that there will be hope for our brave heroes who fought against the dark forces of evil.

Mamimi : (smoking a cigarette) Maka. That is some hero you are. You finally did it. But I guess that you were that lucky that we found out that everyone's going to miss you on earth that much. Guess you could that Jupiter had been your place of origin the entire time and it wasn't Nevada. Guess the author was never amazed that he would apprehended the truth. But truth hurts him very much than the lying of Shinra. [Looks at a photo her and Naota] Well, Takkun. You were such a good kid to me and a good friend that I had something much to accomplish. But don't forget, it's our anniversary. Guess this is the end of a hero herself it would be.

Maka : [voice heard] No! This is the not end of us or the smashers! We finally made it alive! Everyone...

Mamimi : Huh?

All : [heard together] ...You're welcome!

[everyone on earth cheering in excitement]

Penny : Hahahahaha! What did I tell you, Ashley!? I knew that girl would make it out alive! She has finally done it! That Underworld Wannabe has finally been destroyed!

Ashley : Guess she does be a hero in her own way! So that entity named Dark Nebula wanted nothing but galactic gonquest, I wonder she's bring us into a new era of peace to all humans and witch, should her family tree knows that Maka was literally...a descendant to Phanto?

Kimial : Maka...(giggles as a tear flows from her face) You finally gave it all your best. I guess deserved to be friend after all.

Ashley : Kimial, is there something wrong.

Kimial : (wipes tear off) No, it's probably nothing. I was saying that Maka and I could've been friends for a long time, I wonder if we can meet us one day. We'll that be okay?

Ashley : Heh. You hardly get into many problems, Kimial.

Jacqueline : Maka...What a shocking coincidence. Well I guess that you could say she is a hero to earth after all, like all of us. All of us that heroes to earth

Inky Jr : (with his arms folded) Hmph! So this is the Maka Albarn I've known start. I guess she was just an ordinary human girl after all, but she is a half intergalactic being. The Brethren of her kind suits her well as the legacy of her family tree continues to stay strong. I shall give them a final proper wake up call for ol' Bendy, my father.

Hal : This is Hal from Gurhal Channel 5 live from Real World AU. Maka Albarn is alive and is coming back to earth! Hooray for the strongest girl in the Galaxy!

Mamimi : (Snickers) Well, Takkun. (goes to the Looks up into the sky) I guess it's just what we remembered. Our wacky adventures may have been over a year ago, but it feels like that something came over me when I had my chance that all things happening in the solar system. I hope to see you again one day, Takkun. You'll be happy to hear this latest catch of scoop of the day.

(door opens)

Naota : Hey, Mamimi. Long time no see. How's the newspaper business coming along?

Mamimi : (gasped in shock as she turns to see someome) You're finally here, just to see me once again...Long time no see, (begins to cry as she sees Naota as a grown man for the first time) Takkun. (Hugs him comfortly for the first time) Takkun, I missed you...so much.

Naota : Of course, I did kinda missed. It's been a long year since my old roommate left me. I know she's out there somewhere.

(cuts to Haruko on her Vespa on top of the building in Downtown Atlanta)

Haruko : Naota, you crazy dog. So that's the point how reunions work like that huh. You've finally shown your face for your return to see old friends that misses you the most. That's how life live the fullest. Well, time for me head. (Her moped begins to float as she flies off)

"What Happens next is going to very shocking."

"So long as we embrace ourselves with dignity and respect."

"Who knows what might lies within the Galaxy?"

"I wanted to show the world what it means to protect those that I loved them dearly. I want love to conquer it all...forever."

(we show Maka and Makoto looking at Jupiter outside in the Halberd)

Maka : Take a look at it. This is what home feels like on Jupiter. The sanctuary of my ancestors is safe for good and they're finally at peace now. Hope is what considered a gift for me to save the Galaxy. And I wanted to see you once more, this is why true love conquers all.

Makoto : That's right, Maka. I finally figured it out that It was the day that I first met you 12 years ago. It was our love story, a love story that we created.

Maka : It's true, this was our love story that we forged. And hardly that I'll never forget that what love is about. Well, even though that I have a heart that I gave it to someone, but I don't who is it. Maybe It's you, perhaps. After all, you're the one that I truly first met.

Tsubaki : So, what will you do now, Maka? You and your sister saved Jupiter and the galaxy is at peace now, but it seems that you are having troubles of not being a hero to Soul World since no one would be part of your story. But hey, at long as this is going to be a treat for you, how about you would give an equivalent exchange, you'll give half of yours to him and he'll give half of his to you.

Maka : I thought so.

Tsubaki : Yeah! But, umm, I suggest you would think it over. Maybe you and Makoto ain't half bad to be love birds, but we all let you know that we're going to keep this as a secret. How does that sound?

Maka : There is one reason that I see countless lights from across the cosmos, waiting for them to guide me for our galaxy's protection. I showed my Spirit what being a hero is all about. And that's why I wanted to continue to save a Galaxy more then saving the world, and vowed everything to be at my destiny! Forever in my heart and my soul.

"And so, with Real World AU saved from the dark forces of Dark Nebula and S.E.E.D, Maka and her friends have saved her ancestors' legacy from the clutches of true evil, peace for Jupiter has finally began and Maka has finally returned to earth."

"Following this after parting ways, the influence of Shinra Kusakabe that made Maka Albarn protection his legacy no longer does, and decides to be along with her new lover. Now with Real World's safety, Maka's life has decided to change after the misdeeds that she was mistaken after upon her release from Grim. The real threat to Real World AU would be Maka's fierce opponent to be ever faced, the demon queen who mistaken for the crimes against humanity, in pursuit of the conquests. Maka's journey is far from over, except for one thing..."

Maka : (Gapsed) I forgot about the Gorgon Sisters! They're still on the ship! But where could they be?

Makaoto : It's fine, Maka. Forget about them. I'm sure that Medusa thing all in your head has got spooked up.

Maka : Yeah, you're right. I guess the Gorgon Sisters are not much a threat to me, nor society. I wonder how long

"Meanwhile at Boston..."

[Who Got Us Into This Mess - Takahito Eguchi]

(The Gorgon sisters are shown wearing prison garments at a Jail Cell)

Medusa : Hello! Is anyone gonna find us? Anyone? Hello!

Arachne : Let's just face it! They're gonna have to wait for another moment to find us if were able to break out alive!

Shaula : Who cares! As long as we are sisters, we're going to get out of slammers and face the biggest of enemy all! How does that sound for a couple of nimrods! I shouldn't be like this in crud hole.

Prison Guard : Hey, the three of you! Shut up in there, will ya!

Medusa : Like I said. Just forget it.

Shaula : [to Acrachne] So why can't we tell anyone about her face being drawn? You think it's that really funny to get a closeup on her.

Arachne : [To Arachne] Well, if I'm not mistaken, I think it's best for you that I decided to get a makeup on her face and tell her what a weak wimpy snake for having to be the middle sisters of all, and then I will make a nuiscance out of everyone and tell them there we're going to big than her. All she cares was that she's a complete nuiscance for creating those stupid heartless like everyone else!

Medusa : !? WHAT WAS THAT LAST PART ABOUT BEING STUPID!?

Shaula : Gah!

Arachne : Oh my!

*DBZ SFX : PUNCH X2+BOING*

Shaula : Owie!

Arachne : That really smarts!

Medusa : [sighs] This is why I start getting a better role with dealing with this Heartless crap anyway. I wish I could find some vacation while I ditch my sisters in Japan. Well, at least I'm back at the city where we escaped our imprisonment that was inside of a museum!

[iris shot]

Medusa : F**king, Ohkubo!

[Iris out]

~ The Epilogue continues ~

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[subaerial-dweller]

Hello there! I've woken back up, I'm going to post more funny silly little Generation Loss thingies. Yesterday we evolved from theories to ideas to headcanons, it was wild. Anyway! More Generation Loss things I thought of when I was rewatching.

PART FIVE: LIVE OR DIE

By far my favourite/most painful part of the series to watch was when we had to choose whether GL!Ranboo lived or died. I chose Live, I don't know if I regret that now, because obviously if he had lived he would be, uh, recycled, and just made to perform over and over again. But something that I really find interesting is this choice is the only choice we make that has a huge impact on the story. Everything else was insignificant, really. It impacted the details, the character's words, but nothing else. It doesn't matter if the monster was part pickle, it always would have dragged GL!Sneeg away like that. It doesn't matter what goes into the slime dish, the Slime Demon would have approved either way. Or maybe he wouldn't have. Obviously GL!Sneeg failed the slime challenge, he was put in that cage for a while, so maybe it did all matter. But out of universe, we were always going to have three episodes.

When it came to Episode 2, I got all twisted up in the choosing who to live or die on the merry-go-round, but I think that's just my delightful overthinking morally panicked brain. And either way, everyone there died. Well, "died". Or maybe actually died. OK I have a lot of thoughts right now this could be the topic of another time.

But the point is, Live or Die in the third episode directly affected our person here, and it altered the storyline irreversibly. Ranboo would live on, or he would die. It felt like it mattered.

And obviously we chose Die. At the time, I was swearing under my breath (it was super late and I couldn't wake anyone up, so it was quiet) and crying just a little. But now I think, that's a cool ending. It's a good ending.

SO. Onto the actual theory part of this. What happens when a character is chosen to live or die?

I think if they live, they go right back to the beginning. They might get repurposed as another character, like I was talking about in my other rants, and they might have to step aside to being in a supporting role. Like how Slimecicle in Episode 2 had clearly played Mousetrap before, but now he's the body to be sliced open. And GL!Sneeg had done the slime thing before, but then he was the support character locked up with Frank.

So if they had lived, GL!Ranboo would be dragged off to have another run of it, maybe. I'm only going with the "multiple repetitions of the same show" because the other characters look like they've done it before, and it's a cool concept.

But if he dies?

I reckon he's just gone. They're dead. This isn't revolutionary, given that the option chosen was "die", but I think he's just gone. I don't know about what people are saying about he's going to be the Heart, but I do like the idea of GL!Ranboo becoming the TV monster thingy we see kill Charlie in episode 3. I don't know how I'm going to fit it in my head yet, but it sounds great! So yeah, there you go.

Adding onto that, I think there are two types of death that Showfall Media creates in their shows. One is when the character is dead, but not the actor. Like GL!Niki, for example, I think she's alive, but not her character. She'll be repurposed next round, probably. She's not dead dead, same with Vinesauce, same with Ethan, same with Austin, same with Sneeg, same with Charlie (maybe, I don't actually know on this one. His other deaths, as the Slime Demon and Patient Slime, seemed like this first type of death: the character, not the actor. But the last one was pretty gory, full on. So I don't know). But they're not dead, they're going to return in the next run of The Social Experiments. Not as themselves, and not for us.

The second type of death is the actual death death. Like, this guy is dead and gone and never coming back. This is GL!Ranboo, Frank, maybe GL!Charlie in Episode 3. Like, they're gone gone. Frank, I'm assuming he died in an accident, Showfall didn't mean for that to happen. Charlie, I don't know about, really. I'll have to rewatch Episode 3 again, just to see. Ranboo, they're gone. We chose die, and they died. Dead and gone and never to return.

Of course, I could be absolutely wrong. Because there are a bunch of contradictions with the whole this-is-a-loop theory and two-types-of-dead theory. Why didn't any of the other protagonists who took their turn (Sneeg, Charlie, Vinesauce), why didn't they die? At the very end, when the audience had to vote, why did every single time, they chose live for these characters, but Ranboo died? Well, Ranboo begged to die, and after that the vote swung drastically to the die option. So nobody else begged? But they also might have not gotten past the other episodes. Sneeg was trapped in the basement, he didn't make it past the cooking challenge, and Patient Slime swallowed the Mousetrap piece because he was going to lose. So maybe they just didn't make it.

As an argument against this theory not making sense (while still agreeing that it may very well be completely wrong), maybe everyone else who got all the way through to the end and the audience chose Die, maybe they all actually died. Now obviously people can't return from the second type of death, so we just don't know about them. They existed, and then they didn't, and now we live in ignorance.

OK! Glad to see some people like these. Thanks for reading, if you got this far!

#i gotta say #i'm very proud of the audience for choosing die #it's sad and i was very annoyed #but it was an excellent addition to the story #generation loss #genloss #gl!ranboo #ranboo #ranboolive #gl!slimecicle #gl!charlie #gl!sneegsnag #gl!sneeg #gl!frank #gl!niki #gl!nihachu

[hookedtheghoul]

I posted 482 times in 2022

That's 482 more posts than 2021!

121 posts created (25%)

361 posts reblogged (75%)

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I tagged 467 of my posts in 2022

Only 3% of my posts had no tags

#danhausen - 173 posts

#aew lb - 97 posts

#aew hook - 68 posts

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#fic rec - 19 posts

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#like sure but also... not a fan? what's the team's motive in that case? what makes them tick overall? would d be a natural extension of it?

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Is this going to bite Hook in the ass? Probably.

Do I mind watching him put on a show? Absolutely not.

12 notes - Posted August 13, 2022

#4

Sso. Was Danhausen’s curse Hook kicking Starks’ ass or Hobbs turning on him? Both?

13 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

#3

That was Danhausen’s “evil” voice. Not that he usually threatens to rip people’s teeth out...

16 notes - Posted November 12, 2022

#2

So, Danhausen’s latest mystery tweet is from a song called Devotion III by Foundation - from an album called Turncoat. Make of that what you will

26 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

“We might get Evilhausen! But how?”

I’ll tell you how. First things first: This leans on Sonny The Jobber’s video The Dark Fathers Curse... Malakai Black Mist Theory (AEW). Watching it is not mandatory but still advised if you are not familiar with Malakai Black’s character or the black mist. Also yes. This will be a long one. Stretch a little, unclench your jaw, and top up your beverage of choice.

Danhausen, in all his adorkable glory, is a flawed character. He is very nice, very evil, and he has pointed out himself how he is very nice only because no one roots for someone who is just evil. And why does he want people to root for him? Danhausen’s main motivation is greed and his end goal is world domination through wealth. He is the – thinly disguised – embodiment of this cardinal sin.

(One day I will probably expand all this towards Hook, who could make a heel turn and become the cold-hearted handsome devil he’s described as – fun fact: the demon associated with the cardinal sin of pride? Lucifer.)

I couldn’t begin to explain the genius that is the character of Malakai Black, so at this point, if you haven’t already, watch Sonny the Jobber’s video linked in the beginning of this post. It goes into detail on how the character came to be and how it has evolved into what it is today. What I want to add to this theory is that not only is Black able to use the black mist, but the other House of Black members are capable of doing so as well, and it seems to retain its corrupting effect. From this we can gather that even now that Black himself is absent, the black mist can be utilized by the other members – it is clear that the House still exists without its leader.

As per Sonny The Jobber’s video, the effects of the black mist depend on the life one has led up to that point. While we can all agree that until now the modern version of Danhausen has been a relatively harmless comic relief character, there is a high chance the mist would still affect him. First of all, he is, or is possessed by, a demon. The exact nature of this demon is debatable – Danhausen refers to himself as a ghoul, but doesn’t present himself as such (they are known to feast on human flesh, and we haven’t seen evidence or even allusion to this). He also uses ghoul and demon interchangeably, and while ghouls are demon-like creatures, it is not clear whether or not they are truly the same. (I would love to pick Donovan’s brain on this one).

Secondly, there is an intriguing example of what the mist does to a person who has seemingly led a virtuous life before being exposed to it: Julia Hart. Sonny The Jobber points out that Hart may have been envious of the Varsity Blonds’ success versus her own role as a mere cheerleader for them (funnily enough, some of their attire during this time was green – the color heavily associated with envy). These negative feelings festering under the bubbly and preppy facade allowed Hart to turn heel and join the House of Black.

While Hart’s emotions and motivations were hidden, Danhausen is absolutely, unapologetically motivated by greed. All he does or says (or doesn’t say, such as swearing) stems from this. I would argue that even him becoming allies with Hook was motivated by greed: Danhausen started pestering him after “Send Hook” became a phenomenon. And while we can sit here and list reasons why them becoming a tag team, even if for a moment, was ultimately a good thing (Hook’s face turn and the chance to prove his skills to stop people from referring to him merely as Taz’s son, Danhausen’s fame, them beating the hell out of Tony Nese and Mark Sterling, etc.), there was a sinister hidden undertone to all of this from the beginning.

On May 12 on Twitter, after Hook shook his hand, Danhausen wrote: “Danhausen won”. We were intrigued by this for a moment, but did we ever actually stop and wonder “Won what? Won how? How much of this did he plan in advance and why?” No. Not for long, anyway, nor seriously enough. We were captured by the Hookhausen train (the best train, don’t @ me) and forgot Danhausen’s comment so fast it’s not even funny. His very nice persona had us fooled and made us forget that there even is the very evil. What was it that some of these wrestles have been saying? The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn’t exist.

Danhausen has tried to rub shoulders with several stables throughout his run in the AEW, more or less successfully. He has also showed interest in the House of Black on Twitter as early as January this year. He must have realized by now that one does not simply walk into the House, nor do I personally think he would be as bold as to ask/demand them to mist him – or to become allies with them outright. If this is something he wants to happen, he would plan it very carefully to look like an accident.

Let me paint you a picture. September 23, Grand Slam, New York City. Darby Allin and Sting face the House of Black. This is supposed to be a two-on-two match, but Julia Hart will most likely be there as well. This puts the Allin and Sting in a precarious situation, as they have to split their focus between possibly three opponents instead of the guaranteed two. Enter the surprise, the wild card, the equalizer. Danhausen. Always ready to spread chaos wherever he goes. Assuming that cursing a member of the House would not work, he would settle for the next best distraction tactic: the groin punch. This would not end well for anyone else. But Danhausen, the (seemingly) bumbling idiot, would not register as a high-level threat on the House members’ radar, so their attack on him would be halfhearted at best. Whatever they do, Danhausen won’t like it. Even less so, if there are swears thrown around. So he would retaliate, which would cause whichever member of the House he is facing to shred him to pieces. Only this time Danhausen refuses to give up, lie down, and take it. He has been undermined, underappreciated, underbooked. He. Is. Done. And he takes it all out on the House who are at their wit’s end with this nuisance who has gone a full-on terrier-mode on them. It is, in a way… impressive? There could be some hidden potential laying dormant within this demon. If only they could unlock it and harness it. And they could...

I entertained another option before realizing how self-centered Danhausen actually is, but there is a chance it would not have worked. This option would have seen Danhausen sacrificing himself, pushing away someone (Hook? Orange Cassidy? Darby Allin?) about to get their eyes full of black mist. But would the mist be able to corrupt someone acting so selflessly? Perhaps – we have seen it work on people with a lot less negative baggage. But as long as we have no way of knowing the ins and outs of the black mist as well as Malakai Black, there is no telling whether or not this would work.

Looking at the stories AEW has told so far, I highly doubt they would ever make something of this caliber happen – especially with a character like Danhausen, who they don’t seem to realize the potential of. This is merely the way I would do it as a writer, if I wanted Danhausen to turn heel in a manner that would not only make sense in kayfabe but also have potential to grow into something bigger in the future. How could someone who is seemingly a minor player trick the House of Black? How would the friends Danhausen has made react? Has he even made friends, or has he only been using everyone around him?

(If TK or anyone working for the AEW ever reads this (as if, but one can dream): I’m available, and due to being an amateur, I’d be cheap, too. If you want high-impact story lines delving into human psyche and morality, hit me up. I can make painful things hurt even more!)

59 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

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[jerzwriter]

Bringing you some more headcanons! Honestly these are so fun! Kudos to whoever came up with this game!

I'd like to think Ethan would be a helicopter parent; but not in this overly bossy way, rather like super duper overprotective to the point where Kaycee would have to yank Emma away from him when they send her off to college.

Kaycee played some sport (?) in school, idk she gives me soccer girl vibes or maybe the FC does? Idk lmfao.

Tobias would've taken up odd jobs in high school and college. Like the oddest of jobs. I'd like to think he might have had a short-lived career as a magician, although that might be too crackheady.

Casey is a massive coffee mug collector.

Tobias is the "Don't tell Mom, but I've got a huge tub of icecream" parent towards his kids.

Ethan in Emma's parent-teacher conference would be at least, a little intimidating. I feel like he's the type of parent to get super defensive over his kid and would question why certain things are the way they are.

I might actually go to jail for this but.. mayybe Casey might've had a little crush on Jackie/Aurora? It is probably a one-time thing but has she ever had one?

Ethan collects different blends of coffee as a hobby and has a huge stack of it in his shelf and nearly scares Kaycee to the Moon when she sees like, fifty boxes of varying flavours just stacked up against and Ethan's like "Oh that's my coffee cabinet" and Kaycee s like "Your coffee WHAT?!"

OMG Mads these are amazing! Let's look at them:

Helicopter parent Ethan. OMFG YES! This fic (Candyland) is one of my faves - because it's a contrast of E/K and T/C parenting styles. As you can see, Ethan thinks his little girl is perfect, and when she's less than, Kaycee has to talk him off the ledge because he's convinced this means she's destined for a life of crime. 😂😂😂 I believe Kaycee could have been a helicopter parent, but when she saw how Ethan was, she was like, "Nah. Emma needs one sane parent." You hit the nail on the head with this one.

Kaycee & Sports: Kaycee enjoys sports, but she was more of a spectator. However, she was an excellent figure skater. She was scouted to go pro, but it was a far too expensive undertaking for her parents to commit to.

Tobias's Odd Jobs: If my Tobias wasn't a trust-fund baby, I could see this. But my Tobias was a trust-fund baby, so I don't see him working at all in high school and not much in college. In college, it would probably be jobs/internships related to his career only. (But if not, yep. I see it. Like a clown at kid parties lmao)

Casey Mug Collector: I can see this... in general, she doesn't like a lot of clutter, but I can see this. It probably drives Tobias a little nuts, because he doesn't like clutter either. Of course, he ends up buying her most of them, so he can't complain. lol

Tobias "Don't tell Mom": LMAO OMG I see it. Now, on major issues, they agreed to always, always present a united front, and they do. But on things like this, 100%. Casey: "Honey, I'm working late tonight. Can you handle dinner?" T: "Of course, baby." C: "And don't let our little demons convince you to order pizza!" Hours later T: "Come on, we have to get the pizza boxes out of here or your mom will kick my ass." (PS Sammy outs him the second Casey walks in the door. lol) I love this!

Ethan's Parent-Child Conference: YES! YES! A thousand times, YES!

Casey's Crushes: I can totally see this (you have a get-out-of-jail-free card lmao), but this is how I'd see it. Casey and Jackie hit it off really well when they meet, and Jackie has that spunky/sarcasm Casey loves. She has a crush on her, and she is considering telling her (a little leery because they're roommates/friends and doesn't want it to be awkward), but then Jackie goes into that brief asshole stage in Book 1, and that puts the whole crush on ice for Casey. As far as Aurora, I can see Kaycee being the one with the crush on Aurora. Kaycee and Aurora would actually be a great match. So I can see Kaycee nursing a little crush, but not one she'd act on, as she's already with Ethan in my HC.

Ethan's Coffee Collection: FOR SURE! And I think he has a Scotch collection too! lol

These were great! Thanks, Mads!

#hc asks #ethan ramsey #ethan x kaycee #tobias carrick #tobias x casey #asks answered #inlocusmads

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Your Biggest Fan 3/? (Ethan x f!MC)

Chapter 3: Guarded

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 1.7 K Warning: Language Series: Your Biggest Fan Series Premise: AU: When he is forced to promote his new book on social media, an insolent stranger points out a mistake in his research.   Chapter Premise: Another rocky interaction between the two strangers.

Author’s Note: Okay so I suck at summaries, as you know. Basically, these two idiots are idiots once more. Thank you to everyone who read the last two chapters! 

“Ethan?” Sharon’s voice is thick with sleep on the other end of the line. She is unmistakably annoyed. “This better be important.”

It is only belatedly that his eyes dart to the clock on his office wall. With a grimace, he registers it is almost midnight and well out of the scope of a “godly hour” to call someone. Without an apology, Ethan barrels on before Sharon hangs up in his face.

“I'm deleting the account.”

“No.”

“Then delete it off my phone. I refuse to go on it anymore. It's an absolute waste of time.”

“This conversation is a waste of time,” she returns, completely deadpan. “It's in your contact, Ethan.”

And with that, she hangs up just as Ethan knew she would.

All there is left now is the pressing late night silence of his office and the black screen of his phone. Ethan stares at it, his insides still roiling with peak embarrassment. Then, because he’s a masochist outside of the bedroom too, he finds her last message.

It had been delivered an hour ago—an hour in which Ethan has paced his office restlessly, cursed an impressive repertoire of profanities, and Googled if the demonic Pictagram app also informed users of how many times someone else viewed their story. Thankfully, the answer to that had been a “no”. The relief that settled over Ethan had been such that he almost believed in a higher power. There was no conceivable way he’d be able to tolerate the humiliation of this faceless medical intern knowing he watched her bikini-clad form more than once. Though viewing the photo three times had been more out of technological stupidity, he had been… pleasantly impressed by what he had seen. And he definitely felt like an ass for leering in a way.

He doesn’t know what possesses him, but he tries to draft a response.

Only to delete it immediately.

God.

He should forget this ever happened and go home. Or at least dedicate this precious time on something productive, like updating his charts.

Instead, the need to say something (anything) tears through him like some feral beast.

Out of all things to comment on he chooses the fact that she told the whole world she had been at Revere Beach?

What a feeble and pointless response.

He sends it.

The mysterious Allende doesn’t reply until the following morning. Like a well adjusted human being, she had probably spent the night sleeping and not glancing at the phone screen for notifications. Vaguely, he begins to understand why social media is a crippling addiction to most of society.

Ethan sips his coffee, rereading the response. Before he can spend several minutes thinking of what to reply, an addendum comes in.

“What’s so amusing?”

Ethan almost flinches, but like a true and practiced master of his emotions, he barely bats an eye at the new arrival.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Naveen gives him a knowing smile, one that crinkles the corners of his eyes.

“Liar. You were grinning at your phone just now.” The older doctor sits at the small sofa by the window, making himself quite at home. He is the only one in all of Edenbrook who can get away with that without fear of a verbal lashing. “Who are you texting? Anyone I’ve met?”

Ethan promptly slides the phone into his pocket, as though doing so will also conceal all evidence of Allende. The action does nothing to dissuade Naveen. On the contrary, the old man chuckles to himself, prompting Ethan to scowl.

“Can we focus on what matters, please?”

“You’re right, my apologies,” Naveen says, forcing himself to sober up.

“Thank you.”

A mischievous spark flares up in Naveen’s eyes. “Let’s start with what’s important. How did you meet your new friend? Have you two gone out—”

“Naveen.”

���Sorry, sorry. You make it too easy, my friend.”

Without further comment, Ethan veers the conversation to their current medical case. By the time they are finished discussing a treatment plan, he has a new message from the med student. Ethan opens it too quickly for his own liking.

She misinterpreted his lack of response as annoyance, no doubt. Ethan can also sense the coy, almost playful tone behind the question. And while he didn’t much enjoy being taunted, he found that he didn’t mind.

Ethan stares at the screen, wondering how much he can share with this stranger. Before he can come to a decision, however, Naveen sticks his head in again.

“Don’t forget about lunch today.” His kind, brown eyes fall to the phone on Ethan’s hand and he smiles. This time, Naveen’s expression is one of sincerity as he speaks, “Whoever it is, I’m glad you’re finally moving on.”

Ethan grits his teeth on instinct. Instead of explaining the reality of his exchanges with Allende, he keeps his expression cool and guarded.

It has always been easier that way.

Lilac stares at the single word reply, feeling the smile vanish from her face.

“Why the long face, my dear?” Dr. Clemente asks from across the office. “Is my research really so boring, you're on the verge of tears?”

Lilac snaps her attention up to her mentor, horrified. While she had been crestfallen by Doctor Ramsey's curt reply, she was nowhere near the realm of tears. That would be the cherry on top of the humiliation cake.

Dr. Clemente's stern expression breaks as she laughs. “Only joking,” she assures her. “You do look like you need a break, though. Shall we order lunch?”

“Sure, but only if I pay.”

The older woman rolls her eyes, though not unkindly.

“Not a chance.”

“Fine, then I'm not picking the place.”

“I can live with that. I was going to order Pad Thai no matter what you said.”

They both laugh at the familiar exchange. Everyday they work together, Dr. Clemente will insist on treating Lilac to lunch, assuring her she'll let her protégé treat next time. It's been almost two years and that day has never come.

Dr. Clemente leaves briefly to collect the food from the front office and Lilac returns her attention to her phone.

No new messages.

The single word is indication enough that Dr. Ramsey is not interested in continuing a conversation. Which makes absolute sense given that he's a world renowned physician and Lilac is barely a doctor yet.

Still, she feels ridiculous for feeling excited over his messages.

There.

That will be the end of that.

“I hope you're hungry because I ordered enough to feed an army.” Dr. Clemente's smiling face reappears, happily carrying several bags of takeout.

“Or enough to feed me by myself after a long day,” Lilac adds with convincing cheerfulness.

Dr. Clemente laughs wholeheartedly. “As you young kids say: ‘feels’.”

“Mood,” Lilac corrects with a snort.

“You knew what I meant. That’s all that matters.”

They eat in content semi-silence, chatting about Lilac’s classes and the newest medical journals.

“Oh, I forgot to ask you,” her mentor says, setting her half-finished styrofoam tray down. “What did you think of Dr. Ramsey’s book?”

Lilac takes a deliberate sip of her water before answering. “It was great, as expected.”

The older woman nods, her blunt, silver bob swaying with the movement. “I heard they caught a massive error and had to reprint.”

Lilac says nothing, chewing her food as pretense.

“It’s funny that no one caught the error in the publishing process. I read the book myself and didn’t catch anything.”

I did, Lilac thinks before she can stop herself.

“Anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed the book. His research is always fascinating to read.”

Lilac nods against the curiosity rippling through her. Before she can stop herself, she asks —

“Do you know him?”

Dr. Clemente doesn’t seem to think the question is out of place. “I’ve met him a few times when he was a resident at Edenbrook,” she allows thoughtfully. “Even back then, there was no doubt he was brilliant. Very sharp and extremely qualified when it came to diagnosis. People are not exaggerating when they call him a genius.”

Lilac can sense there is more to that assessment and her curiosity makes her restless.

“That’s Ethan Ramsey as a professional.” Dr. Clemente continues with a soft smile. “Ethan Ramsey as a person, however… Let’s just say he’s a very intense individual.”

“Intense? Intense how?”

“Hmmm.” Dr. Clemente thinks for a moment, no doubt of a tactful way to state the truth. “He can come off as unsociable and blunt.”

“So he’s an asshole?”

Her mentor laughs. “He can come off that way.”

Lilac says nothing, reconciling this information with the preconceived notion she had of her medical hero. Inwardly, she chastises herself for feeling disappointed. At the end of the day, it didn’t matter if he was an asshole or not. Even if Lilac got to work with him one day like she hoped, they didn’t have to be friends. Hell, they didn’t even have to like each other.

“Naveen Banerji seems to like him well enough, though, and that man is all politeness. Maybe there’s something I missed.”

The conversation naturally comes to an end when they resume their work. By the time Lilac leaves the office, she notices a new notification on her phone.

The surge of euphoria this causes is downright pathetic. Lilac finds she doesn’t care because she’s replying at once.

The bouncing dots appear at once, making her heart beat just as frenetically.

Despite the jab, Lilac grins, typing back:

It takes him a while longer to reply this time. By the time her phone pings with his incoming message, she has reached her apartment.

The excitement that reply elicits is interrupted by Elijah. 

“I’m meeting Lando at the library to study for Dr. Eriksen,” he informs her when they cross paths in the hallway. “Wanna come with?”

“You know I study best in my room with Netflix in the background,” she says.

Elijah laughs. “Suit yourself. I’ll see you later, Lilac.”

Having every intention to study, turns on her television, opens her textbooks, and falls onto her bed on her stomach. She only reads the opening paragraph of that day’s assigned reading before she opens her direct messages and fires back a response.

His reply is instantaneous.

A thrill shoots through her body at the single word. Ignoring it completely, she replies just as quickly.

Author’s Note: Basically, next chapter will be two nerds, sexting via medical trivia. 

Thank you so much for reading thus far! 

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#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #my writing