Hellcrew Creepypasta Holiday Season Fan Work Constest!!
Rules below & rewards below!
Write a fic, draw fan art, or write HCs regarding The Hellcrew celebrating one (or more) of the following:
Julius' bday (Dec 24)
Killian and Julius' anniversary (Dec 24)
The Hellcrew celebrating Christmas Eve
The Hellcrew Celebrating Christmas Day
The Hellcrew Celebrating New Year's Eve
Rules:
Submissions must be in Jan 10, 23:59 (CST)
Submissions MUST be posted
Up to 5 entries per person!
Other creepypastas can be included in the submission as long one as there is at least 1 Hellcrew member! (Ex: you could draw Julius the Dressmaker and The Bloody Painter celebrating new years)
Entering 5 raises your chance of winning, but if you win 1st place, you won't win 2nd or 3rd (just as if you win 3rd you can't win 1st or 2nd, or if you win 2nd you can't win 1st or 3rd)
Must tag me in it and/or send a link to the submission (s)
No x reader or x OC; no reader or OC may be in the fanwork
It is not required to have the entire Hellcrew in your submission(s), just 2, even 1 character is fine!
May be OOC
All genres welcome
Must be specifically themed to one of the 5 listed above
Absolutely no AI
MUST Relog THIS post (and chances of winning are higher if you spread the post causes more to participate)
Fics just be a minimum of 300 words (though they can be longer!)
HCs must be a minimum of 10
Please keep submissions pg-13; though suggestive themes, sex jokes, and non-explicit sexual implication fine. (If you really want to do NSFW, you MUST be over 18 and I MUST be confident that you are over 18 and you must ask me directly for permission to do a NSFW contest entry before doing one)
Tiktok videos also count as submissions as long as it's for this specifically and follows the rules! Just be sure to send it to me
Winners will NOT be picked based on popularity in any manner NOR will they be picked based on how much I interact with you. They will be picked by merit such as how much effort, creativity and thought is put out into each submission
CANNOT be redraws of my art, must be original.
POST WHEN FINISHED!
CONTEST ENDS: JAN 10, 2026
WINNERS ANNOUNCED: JAN 13, 2026
Prizes:
1st place: clean sketch; flat color; 1/2 body of YOUR OC!
2nd place: clean sketch; 1/2 body of Your OC!
3rd place: clean sketch; 1/2 body of ANY Hellcrew character of YOUR choosing!
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I’d like to preface that I really don’t agree with any of the bigoted/right-wing/redpill things said in this fic. I just wrote down what I thought each person would say.
Word count: 1914
TW: mentions of pedophila (past), incest (past and NOT sexualized/romanticized) and vulgar language
All characters belong to @sanityshorror
It had been a hot minute since everyone had agreed to all show up at Julius's place for dinner outside of a holiday setting. Of course, the one exception being Luce, who Killian had banned from coming (which was honestly pretty wise considering the events that would take place). But nonetheless, pretty much everyone was there, and they were being civil.
Sullivan and Duvessa were on the couch, gossiping about the outfits they’d seen when the Met Gala aired just the weekend before, Octavian was laughing his ass off with Devlin and Killian, Nevan and Kelly were chatting near the window, and Rian, Cian, and Julius were all in the kitchen getting things ready for dinner.
Cian, who was standing at the stove, taking care of the gravy, looked over his shoulder to see the two brothers laughing about something quietly. He allowed himself a smile, happy to see Julius getting along with Rian for once in a blue moon.
The conversation between the two brothers was lighthearted, treading on the line of being friendly.
“I made Nevan promise he’d behave today,” Rian said with a smile, “Or else he’s not getting a thing from me when we get home,”
Julius let out a ‘pffft’ and shook his head, “I’m sure he would as long as Killian keeps his mouth shut…but I think you and I both know that’s never happening. Hell would have to freeze over and then some.”
The idea of Killian finally shutting up made the two of them nearly fall into a pile of giggles.
From their left, they heard Cian clear his throat, “Looks like the food’s ready?” Cian said with a grin as he looked between the usually quarreling siblings.
“Oh! Right-” Rian said and went out to peek into the living room.
“Come get food!” He shouted quickly and immediately scurried back into the kitchen.
The chatter in the living room stopped as they all got up to get food.
The clambering of plates and utensils filled the kitchen as everyone served themselves. There was enough food for everyone to have a generous serving size, and even Julius had a small bowl of mashed potatoes for himself.
Now seated at the dining table, Killian at the head, and to Killian’s left, Julius, Octavian, Sullivan, and Duvessa, and to his right, Cian, Devlin, Rian, and Kelly, and on the other side of the table, Nevan, they were all ready to eat.
As everyone took their first bites of food, sounds of pleasure and satisfaction rang out from the majority of them, Kelly saying one of their new favorite phrases as of late, “My compliments to the chef.”
It was only Duvessa who crossed her arms and rolled her eyes- Which Rian noticed and shot her a quick glare- before scooting her chair closer to Nevan’s.
Silence and the scraping of forks and ceramic filled the room as everyone dug into their food. To Killian’s right, however, Devlin leaned over to whisper something into Cian’s ear and Cian’s face became slightly flushed, though he kept a straight face.
“Care to share with the class?” Octavian teased as he looked across the table at his younger brother, which got a round of small laughs from almost everyone, though Duvessa just huffed.
“Oh, I was just sayin’ that-OW!” Devlins started non-chalantly, but was quickly cut off as Cian sharply elbowed him.
Devlin rubbed his now probably bruised forearm and looked up at his boyfriend with a smirk, “Jeez, baby, I was just gonna tell em’ I said that the rolls look great.”
That earned a disgusted “ugh” from Duvessa and Nevan, an annoyed groan from Killian, and an absolutely mortified look from Cian.
“Can someone change the subject? Like right the fuck now?” Kelly begged.
“Sure!” Killian immediately piped up, “Country’s fuckin’ fallin’ to pieces. And I blame the man in the office and his little friends.”
It was Julius’s turn to roll his eyes and Sullivan followed suit as well as scrubbing hand over their face.
“For once, can we just not-” Sullivan tried to say but was quickly cut off by Octavian.
“It’s a fuckin’ cult and I fuckin’ know it but everyone’s too much of a sheep to see it!” He declared.
“Might as well fuckin’ be,” Killian nodded with a shit eating grin.
From across the table, Nevan, who had been awfully quiet, spoke up, “Maybe it’s not the people in office, I mean, they are just trying to clean up the country,” He suggested while looking Killian dead in the eye.
“The fuck do ya’ mean clean it up?” Killian inquired, leaning back in his chair and looking up nose at Nevan.
“Oh you know…just what the whole presidency’s been about…getting rid of illegals, cleaning up the streets…”
If it was possible, the silence in the room got louder.
The clinking of silverware that once filled the room had now vacated and what was left was an uncomfortable intensity that could be popped with a sewing needle.
“The fuck did you just say?” Killian asked, leaning forward.
“Killy, not now…” Julius whispered.
“No no, Julius, it’s fine,” Nevan said, leaning forward as well, “Clearly, the bastard didn’t hear me. I said they’re getting rid of illegals, and therefore, cleaning up the fucking streets,”
The look of disgust and confusion on Killian’s face was enough to give everyone a clue to what he was thinking before he said it.
“Ya’ fuckin’ realize that almost everyone in this fuckin’ room is a fuckin’ immigrant, right? Or is all that vodka from over the fuckin’ years finally seepin’ into that piece of shit you call a brain?”
“Yeah, but all of them, except for two, are legal,” Nevan observed, pointing his fork between Killian and Cian.
“Well how fuckin’ astute of ya,” Cian muttered.
“I dunno, I just find it interesting that two of the biggest crime bosses in American history are both illegal. Just food for thought,” Nevan noted with an obnoxious bite of food off his fork.
Cian’s eye twitched and Killian ground his teeth together.
“That doesn’t really make sense though…” Kelly, who was to the left of Nevan, mumbled while looking at their plate, “I mean, you’re in the mob too, and an immigrant…legal or not,”
Nevan, now feeling a twinge of betrayal at his best friend siding with Killian, didn’t even spare Kelly a glance before addressing them.
“Hm. Well I guess I can’t blame you of all people for thinking that way,”
Kelly lifted their head slightly and looked over at Nevan with a look of bewilderment, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, I just mean that when it comes to people in your case with a history of inbreeding in their family…mental deficiencies aren’t too uncommon.”
Kelly could only stare at Nevan as the brown-haired man went back to eating his meal all too non-chalantly.
Something in Kelly’s chest stung, though they weren’t sure what it was, and their cheeks began to burn hot as they looked at their friend.
Rian put his hand on Kelly’s, “Kelly, don’t listen to him, he’s just being an ass-”
Kelly ripped their hand from under Rian’s and stood up abruptly, their chair falling back from the force.
“If anyone here is fuckin’ metally deficient, it’s you if ya think no one fuckin’ knows just how much of a Goddamned fuckin’ faggot ya are!” They spat before stomping away down the stairs of the apartment, out the door, and into the cool Boston air.
“Kelly, wait-” Rian called after his friend before turning to look at Nevan, “Why the FUCK would you say that?!”
Rather than Nevan answering, Duvessa spoke up for him.
“I mean, Nevan has a point…inbreeding can fuck anyone’s thinking process up. And, quite frankly, we all know what Kelly was doing with his sister in that basement for 16 years, so why would it be any surprise that his thinking might be flawed?”
“Duvessa, you need to stop,” Sullivan snapped, but unfortunately, their friend continued.
“But you know who could help with that? Luce. Isn’t that right, Julius?” Duvessa asked with a sickeningly sweet smile in the dressmaker’s direction.
“Shut yer cum filled mouth, ya whore,” Killian sneered before his husband could answer.
“What? I’m just saying!” She giggled maliciously.
From the other side of the table, Julius’s hands trembled slightly, which he hid in his lap.
“If anyone here needs to go visit a fuckin’ psychiatrist, it’s you Duvessa! And ya know what? You and Luce are just meant for each other!" Rian blurted.
“Oh? How so?” Duvessa challenged.
“Well you both like em’ pretty fuckin’ young for starters,” Rian snarled.
That was what made everyone at the table freeze.
“What? We all know it.” Rian confirmed, putting his elbows on the table, “Luce is a fucking pedo for starters, Julius is dead proof of that-”
“Rian, just give it up-” Octavian butt in.
Rian raised his voice over his eldest brothers’, “all I’m saying is, is that a 15 year old boy is a pretty fucking interesting choice-”
“Rian, shut the fuck up,” Devlin hissed as he kicked his younger brother under the table.
“Ow! I’m not finished!”
“WELL BE FUCKIN’ FINISHED!” Cian roared.
Everyone’s heads snapped to the blonde’s direction.
“Just shut up, Rian,” Cian said coldly, “quit making your problem with her everyone fuckin’ else’s.”
“I never should’ve fuckin’ invited you,” Julius murmured, though his eyes looked lost as he stared at his cold, untouched bowl of mashed potatoes.
“Why are you saying that like it’s my fault?!” Rian asked, tears starting to come to his eyes.
“Oh, fuck this,” Cian gave up, throwing his napkin onto his plate before getting up and stomping off to his bedroom and slamming the door.
“See what you fuckin’ did?!” Devlin accused, motioning at the empty chair his boyfriend was once sitting in.
“What I did?” Rian sputtered, astonished at the blame now falling onto him.
“Yes! What you did!” he confirmed, “and you!” Devlin pointed at Nevan, “you just don’t know when to keep your mouth fucking shut! Or keep your SLUT under control!”
It was now Devlin’s turn to get up from the table, going to he and Cian’s bedroom, though not before grabbing a bottle of wine from off the table.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Killian groaned as he leaned back in his chair and rubbed a hand over his face.
Killian looked over to his left, where Julius was sitting, still staring at his bowl, though his posture had gotten smaller.
“I think it’d be best if…everyone just went home for the night…” Killian said quietly before turning to his husband and taking Julius’s hands into his.
Octavian stood up, and Sullivan stood with him.
Nevan and Duvessa got up, and Nevan looked over at Rian.
“Well? Are we going or not?”
Rian opened his mouth to reply but couldn’t say much. For once, he really didn’t want to go home with Nevan.
“Rian will stay the night with Octavian and I,” Sullivan said, a sort of finality in their voice. The decision being made, “Just take Duvessa home with you, Nevan.”
“Fine by me,” Duvessa said, pleased.
Octavian walked around the table and grabbed his younger brother's forearm gently.
“Let’s go,” he mumbled quietly and left with Sullivan and Rian to their apartment.
With that, Nevan spun on his heel, Duvessa on his arm and left, leaving Killian with Julius to pick up the pieces.
This is one of the freakiest things Ive written in a hot minute. I trust everyone to understand that. These are cannibals I'm writing about here there will being chased by a chainsaw.
Rian had always liked nevans height as compared to him, especially when nevan pulled the chainsaw out and actually scared Rian shitless with it for fun (and turned him on a little). Rians mind started to get a little fuzzy watching nevan drag their couch into a better position in the living room god what he wouldn't do for nevans hands around his throat. Nevan looked around too see Rian looking at him with sappy eyes,
”What are you lookin’ at dear boy?”, Nevan purrs at Rian.
Rian pulls away too shy to answer in public until Nevan walks up to him with all the interest of a man whos just now finding out something new about his kinks.
"You can tell me anything you know that ri-ri, anything in the world. ", nevan cups rians jaw snickering to himself as a blush spreads across rians face.
"Ye-yeah i know now fuck o-off", rians stammers through his sentence trying to find any excuse to get out of Dodge and into his room
Rians runs to his room and slams the door panicked to all hell because of what nevan just did. He's had a crush on nevan for upward of a year and every now and then when duvessas out of the house or when the cannibals are watching a movie something small might happen. It started with nevan clapping rian on the back or stroking his spine, touching knees in the dark; and currently was at rubbing rians thigh too high to be just calming someone down, nevan resting his head on rians shoulder while rian was cutting up "meat" for dinner, and once nevan had wrapped his arm around rians hips while on a vacation and his hand had traveled a little too low. Now this with nevan calling him ri-ri and touching his face, this got rian even warmer than he'd already been and at the memory of walking in on nevan and duvessa sent blood South fast.
Rians lays against his matress need taking over his panic with an almost saddened layer remembering how nevan was fucking duvessa and not him. He also had a distinct memory of seeing nevan nude after a wave had stolen his swim trunks on the same vacation nevan had gotten touchy with him. Rian almost sobbed thinking about how good nevans fat dick would feel inside of him and he crammed a pillow between his thighs hoping to get off sooner rather than later. He quickly found himself riding the pillow whining like a whore at the thought of it being not a pillow but nevans hand, thinking too much about when he couldn't carry a corpse and nevan had told him that "it's ok if you cant do that seeing you struggle to do even the most basic things makes you look cute and maybe a little pathetic" which had made him almost fall over; God what he wouldn't give to have nevan cooing sweet demeaning filth in his ear while having Rian fuck his hand and overstimulating him. Rian came with a strangled gasp somewhat muffled by the bed sheets at the thought of fucking nevans hand while he was sleeping and being punished for it.
Nevan meanwhile was down stairs arguing with Kelly about something so mind numbingly stupid he thought his head was gonna explode when clear as day one of rians stray moans echoed from upstairs.
"Anddd.... Thats my cue to leave. ", Kelly almost laughed wandering out of the house to go god knows where leaving nevan alone in the house with Rian.
Nevan almost wanted to scream it seemed Rian couldnt take the hint in the slightest and nevan was desperate to get Rian in his bed so, he did the only thing he could think of. He knocked on rians door. A moment of awkward silence befell the small flat before Rian opened his door.
"Oh hi nevan", Rian chirped opening the door still flushed heavily across the face, " did you need something? "
"oh Kelly left so I thought we could watch a movie in my room with the big screen tv", nevan replies holding up a few blankets and a bag of chips.
Rian excitedly agrees and follows nevan out of his room and into nevans. They both settle onto the couch with nevan pulling rian into his arms praying that rian won't complain and he doesn't complain in the slightest.
An hour or two later American pysco ends and Rian is left with an almost unbearable hardon because Patrik fucking Bateman had a chainsaw as his weapon and now curled in nevans arms rians brain was going to the deepest pit of hell if there was one deeper than where he already was that is. Unfortunately for him nevan had felt the poor guys hard on a while ago.
"Ri-ri you ok baby boy? ", nevan coos almost condescending into rians ear chuckling to himself at rians subsequent squirming.
"Yeah fine fuck you nevan", Rian pouts back trying to crawl out of nevans arms panicking.
Nevan reaches his hand down and "accidently" rubs said hand right against rians hard on watching the redhead buck his hips against his hand.
"Mmf! Fu-fuck off nevan", Rian squeaks as nevan starts to rub Rian off through his pants, and stiffling his urge to fuck nevans hand and ultimately failing.
Nevan wordlessly undoes rians belt so he can slip his hand down his pants and started jerking rian off properly laughing to himself and rian starts to eagerly rut into his hand whining like a fucking wimp. Eventually nevan pulls off leaving Rian right on the edge of cumming, he pulls his hand out of rians pants lifts him up and places him outside with an almost faux tenderness leaving Rian swollen right on the edge of an orgasm.
"Bastard open up! ", Rian squeals banging on Nevans door desperately trying to get himself to finish but finding his small hands rather lacking and compared to Nevans. Nevan stays quite until Rian sulks back to his room both men instantly feeling panicked and anxious over what just occurred.
Rian curls up into his bed sobbing silently, he finally thought that he and Nevan had something going after such a long time but no apparently Nevan had only been testing the waters of gay relationships. Little did Rian know that something completely different was happening in Nevans room.
Nevan was fucking his hand, again, to the thought of Rians ass, he all but drooled agaisnt his sheets remembering the way Rian had fucked into his waiting hands like his only thought in the world was turning Nevan on more than he already had been.
Nevan unzipped his pants with the speed of a mad man gripping onto his cock and thrusting up and into his hand, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘦d 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦, that broke Nevans brain and realization and he sped up imagining it wasn't his hands and rather rians soft hole. God why did he ever think he wouldn't like Rian after all rian was everything and a day, tiny compared to him, a cannibal like him, and oh so cute in every way. He shoved his hand up and down as fast as he possibly could trying to just get off so he could go and talk to rian but finding it damn near impossible wishing he could just go and fuck rian.
Night sets over the house and rians mind is once again set into panic, he had plans with nevan to go out drinking and then go to the local casino and maybe get a hotel after. Nevan meanwhile is choking up the courage to go further with him at the hotel that night. If only nevan could just push his fears aside and more importantly push his dick inside rian and fuck him dumb.
Ten minutes later nevan and rian are standing downstairs, staring at each other, not sure of what to say or if they should speak first.
"bar?", rian squeaks way too high pitched to be passed off as normal.
"bar.", nevan replies shoving down his fear and grabbing rians hand tightly dragging him out of the door before either of them can acknowledge their fingers slotted together. The drive over is excruciatingly quite nevan had put his console up and turned his seats into a bench so he could pull rian against him just to see how flustered he could get the small guy, he rubbed his hand against rians waist listening to his breath hitch.
The bar was...fine rian supposed he wasn't really focused on much but nevan currently anyway. Well he could be focusing on the club if not for the fact that nevan was so noticably hard rian could have seen it from across the club and god damn was it getting HIM worked up. Nevan was getting more drunk by the minute and the drunker he got the more he was considering bending rian over a table in the bar instead of waiting like he originally planned.
By the time they got back to the hotel it was pretty clear to the both of them that something was going to happen, it was just that neither of them was sure what. Until nevan got a slightly unhinged idea from the movie he and rian had watched earlier...chainsaw.... When rian wasn't looking nevan grabbed his chainsaw walked down towards rian and grabbed his chin forcing his head up to look at them.
"better run fast rian", nevan whispered in his ear holding the chainsaw against his legs and mimed turning it on watching rian jump in fear. Nevan pressed a quick kiss to rians shoulder before shoving him off watching rian sprint through the hotel room and into the hall.
Rians mind was racing that had to be nevan coming on to him right? No it couldn't be nevan was just mad he'd accidentally initiated something earlier and was gonna cut him up for it. But then again it was nevan he'd seen nevan to wilder to his hookups. Hell he'd seen nevan do wilder to duvessa in public...nevermind he had to focus on what was either running for his unlife or from being railed stupid. Fuck he could hear nevan behind him with the chainsaw glancing behind him nevan was damn near nude with his shirt off pants undone and falling off, and it made nevans bulge prominent as fuck.
Nevan sprinted faster than he ever remembered doing, he knew rian was fast but did not expect the smaller man to outpace him by at least thirty feet. Eventually rian was once again in view and he pushed forward getting himself close to behind him and tripping him watching rian collapse stumbling over and rolling around to stare up at nevan.
"n-nevan what the fuck", rian gasps feeling nevan push the blade of the (now turned off) chainsaw against his throat.
Nevan digs his boot up against rians dick and watching him buck against it. "Well it's not my fault someone was shaking his ass for half of the club like a fucking brat?", nevan coos back nudging the chainsaw to push his chin back exposing rians throat before dragging it back down his chest to right above his heat.
Rians breath died in his throat watching the blade inch further before stopping right about his cock, his hips jolted fuck nevan for turning him on this badly.
In a moment nevan had slung rian over his shoulder like he weighed nothing and carried him back to their hotel room, dropping his chainsaw next to the bed and slamming rian down face first and holding his head down before ripping rians shirt off backward and beginning to kiss along his spine up to the back of his neck where he tugged rians hair up forcing him to arch up, which nevan used to undo rians belt and drag his pants down so he could leave a slap against rians dick in order to hear rians pained moans.
"w-what the actual hell nevan I-", rian snapped getting cut off by moaning as nevan grabbed his cock and started to roughly grope him again.
"what I can't fuck the boy I like? Since when is the sweet little bi boy a homophobe?", nevan laughed. Pushing him back down to lean over him.
"no no no it's ok please continue...please", rian moaned realizing this was a genuine move on him. Gripping at nevans pushing him down and rubbing his ass against nevans hard on trying to just get him to fuck his ass already.
"awe what do you want me in your ass ri-ri?", nevan coos condescendingly, "want me to mess your insides up and leave you limping for weeks?"
Rian already starting to lose his mind nods an incomprehensible babble of, "yes nevan yes please please yes." To which nevan leans around and pulls their mouths together shoving his tongue into rians throat licking around the inside of his mouth to get rian to whine again.
By the time that kiss ended rians brain had started to go fuzzy and nevan had decided exactly how to continue; by shoving his fingers in rian. So that's exactly what he did shoving rians legs apart to expose his hole giving his fingers a quick lick and working them up inside rian while rian squirmed and whimpered beneath him at the feeling of having his ass spread open.
"There we go ri-ri opening up real good.", nevan murmured pressing hard against his prostate to watch rian shake beneath him.
"N-NEVA-", rian gasped drawing air into his lungs as fast as he could. "Can you just put it in already...please sir"
Nevan left a small kiss on rians hole before rubbing some spit on his dick as carefully lining up with rians hole. "You ready honey?"
"mhm", rian mumbles back completely out of it. Only to be met with nevan forcing his way inside of him completely stretching him out. "Oh- fuckkk nev-" he is cut off when he sees his stomach bulge out in the shape of nevans cock and he loses his mind from how deep nevan is
"shh baby boy I wont hurt you to bad", nevan coos cramming his cock deeper rubbing against every sensitive spot and listening to him moan like a whore, "your slutty hole is taking me so well"
"n-no you can hurt me a bit please just harder please", rian cries out shoving himself harder against nevan to get him deeper inside.
Nevan takes that as a sign to go rough cramming himself into rians tiny ass without much care and shoving rian to fuck his hand overwhelming the smaller incubus with pleasure. "You all good princess? Am I being to gentle?"
Rian cums into nevans hand splattering the bed with his cum, "oh my god please daddy harder please I want it", he shrieks.
Nevan fucks himself as deep as he can get repeatedly abusing rians prostate watching rian convulse under him until inevitably rian cums again squeezing against nevan so tight he might scream.
"oh fuck good boy your so tight oh sweet boy I'm gonna absolutely stuff. You. Full", nevan thrusts to the beat of his words until he buries himself so deep rians mind seems to wipe blank and nevan cums. Hard. Filling rian to the brim watching him whine.
Ten minute later nevan snaps back to cognition after having rian in his arms nevans cock still inside him. ,"you ok ri-ri?", nevan sweetly coos to rian.
"yeah I'm fine just didn't expect all of that nev", rian laughs airly a bit fucked out still.
An awkwardness fills the hotel as both men wrap each other up under blankets and arms and settle in for yet another movie.
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Please dump Duvessa and marry Rian. Please, I'm begging you
Excuse me? Are you attempting to order me around? Who the fuck do you think do you think you are?! Get back in your place this instant or I'll give you a new place to stay six feet under.
