Hey guys
fun fact, I'm taking commissions now. I figured that I should make money off something I like doing now that my pockets are a bit parched. Go to here to see my Kofi. or to https://ko-fi.com/mrlegantrop
5 bucks a thousand words, pretty low, but this is my first time doing this and I need to get the feel for it. You should probably message me, either here on QQ, on Ko-fi or on Discord so we can discuss if I wanna do your comm or not. My discord is mrlegantrop99027.
Also, I wanna tell y'all something, but I need you to promise not to laugh at me…
I started writing fanfics about Atreus and Thrudd from God of War on AO3…And then I wrote a Yutamaki smut piece on r/Freakykaisen.
Alright, I'm not talking about it anymore, enjoy the show!
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Angel Dust drank…And drank…And drank…And drank.
Once upon a time the bar had been one of his favorite spots. It was a place where he could just be himself, suck a few cocks, drink a couple pina coladas, a place where Angel Dust could shed his skin and just be Anthony Dussate for a little bit…But that's been changed.
He tried to be fine for a while, he had masked all his life, no way he couldn't keep it on a bit more, right? Well that actually was right, anytime he was around the other hotel guests you couldn't tell he wanted to drink his problems away and bury his issues in that sweet sweet white powder. However, it wasn't always like this, not at all.
Ever since he met James, the bar didn't seem so appealing, everything that the bar could provide for him, James just did it better. The cocaine and liquor that he had as vices seemed to just phase out of his life. He still enjoyed them for sure, but for some reason, the addiction withdrawals never seemed to strike. And the sex?
Dear God, the sex.
The things that James could do with his penis and tongue were nothing short of Godlike. There was almost nothing he wouldn't do to feel that dick again, however there was absolutely nothing he wouldn't do just to feel…Him again. He missed his touch, his laugh, his funny little words. The first real good thing he had in his life and just up and left him!
"Hey sweet-cheeks." A voice said close to him.
"I'm taken, not interested." He said plainly, not even looking at the man beside him. He took another sip of his drink before using his stand, Sex Machine, to reach over the counter and bring him another bottle.
"Are you sure?" The man pushed, placing a hand on his thigh.
He didn't say anything, simply sipping on the rest of his bottle while using Sex Machine to reach over and grab the glass. The stand quickly broke the glass, Angel Dust ordering it to stab whoever was right next to him in the throat. Normally he wouldn't go this far, but it was already a month after James died and he wasn't in the mood for giving out any kindness.
KSSHHH
"Man, you leave for a month and it's like your own boyfriend doesn't even recognize you."
…What?
His head quickly swiveled to the side, looking at…James!!??!?!
He was simply sitting there right next to Angel, with a bottle in his hand and a piece of glass that Sex Machine kept trying to stab him in the eye with, though the glass kept breaking. HIs hair was white and wavy, but there was no doubt that this was actually him! "This is some good ass booze, y'know?" He asked, his hand gripping Angel's meaty thigh as he gulped down the bottle.
Angel couldn't do anything but stare in pure shock, Sex Machine retreating back into its owner as he was speechless. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Angel." He said, throwing the bottle over his shoulder and doing a peace sign on his head.
"....Y-you….You aren't…" he words couldn't come out of his mouth, all of him being overwhelmed by emotion. "You can't be here." Was all he could get out, already sniffling with tears on the edges of his eyes.
James tilted his head before looking down. He lifted both of his hands, standing on his stool and reached up to Angel's face, stretching him out…not like that (yet). He grabbed his cheeks (the face ones) and pulled on them a bit. "Does this prove I'm here yet?" He asked before reaching up and wiping his tears.
Angel Dust froze for a moment, just looking at him before his body moved on its own, taking James in the tightest hug he could, like he was scared of even thinking of letting him go. "Mph mphmmhhm mhpphmhp mphmh!" James tried to say, though it was muffled into Angel's chest fluff that looked like a pair of tits.
They stayed like that for a while, simply enjoying each other's warmth until Angel eventually broke the hug himself. "You're alive." He said, but more of an affirmation to himself rather than a question to James. The aforementioned simply nodded, looking his boyfriend in the eyes… Before Angel cold-clocked him in the chest.
"OW! What the hell, man!?" James yelled in indignation. The punch didn't really hurt at all, Angel Dust getting his fist more damaged than he damaged James, but the principal was still there. "Charlie already almost broke my neck. Why am I getting hurt by everybody as soon as I come back? :("
"What the hell was that shit? And don't 'WHaT The HelL MaN' me, ya jabroni!" He yelled. "In all that wisdom in that fuckin' head of yours, you decided to go and fight the leader of the fuckin' exorcists and go on and kill yourself? You goddamn idiot!" Although he was yelling, his voice held no real fire.
In fact, even throughout his ranting, Angel Dust had the widest grin he ever had on his face. "Man, you are the sexiest prostitute I've ever seen." James said offhandedly, his cloudy hair separating from him and forming actual red hearts around him before he swiftly came back to his senses and waved them off. "Crap, sorry about that stuff."
"The fuck's up with the hair?" Angel Dust asked, not being able to stop his hand from going over and ruffling James' hair. It looked like how it felt, soft, cuddly, almost like he was patting a marshmallow.
"After I met up with you, I went to go find Niffty and troll her so I went into this form. It's called Gear 5. I can make anything rubbery and it gives me some very minor toon force."
"The fuck is toon force?"
"This." He said before digging his hands into his eyes and pulling them out without a hint of pain before doing the same to Angel Dust, casually swapping their eyes. "Woooaahhh, so this is how it feels to be taller."
"How the hell did you just do that?" Angel Dust asked, moving his head around vigorously, though he could only see from James' perspective before he quickly swapped their eyes again.
"Toon force. If it's funny then I could do it, but I can't really fight or hurt anyone with it." He said plainly before a piece of his hair broke off and turned into a comically large cigar that was somehow already on fire. "Anyway, you wanna get outta here? I would take you out for some wining and dining, but Niffty wants you back at the hotel for some reason. To be honest, I lowkey think my balls are on the line."
"Not your balls, that's my favorite part of your body!" He yelled in mock outrage. "But seriously, what makes you think that?"
"Well right after Charlie wringed my beck in a hug, Niffty was just in our room. She wouldn't even talk to me outside of just a greeting and asking me to get you while she talked to Charlie. Hell, she didn't even look at me, just watching my reflection in the mirror while she was straightening out her hair."
"Wow…That doesn't sound like her." Angel put a hand on his chin. "Even when we all thought you died, she was the only one who didn't believe it. I thought that she was just batshit crazy, but I guess I'm eating my words."
"Alright then, let's give all these guys the slip." James said, him and Angel Dust walking outside (noticeably not paying their tabs at all) and James cracked his neck. Putting hand over his eyes, he looked out into the distance before rolling his shoulder, spinning his fist at mach speeds before throwing it out.
His very arm stretched out for miles continuing to stretch until it finally stopped. "Hold on tight, Angel." Was all he said, stretching his other arm around his waist (keeping his hand on his ass) before he reversed the stretching of his arm, shooting them off like a slingshot.
"JAMES, WE'RE GOING AT MACH FUCKING 5"
"TRUST THE PROCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
***HEAVEN-HOSPITAL***
"Give it to me straight, doc, what's happening with my dad?"
"Well Abel, to be honest, I don't really know."
Both Abel and the doctor talked just outside Adam's hospital room, the aforementioned looking out the window with barely a glimmer behind his eyes.
Abel looked almost just like Adam in the face, though unlike him, however, he had wavy and shoulder-length pale blonde hair, pupil-less amber-gold eyes, a gap in the top row of his teeth, and a halo with a slight wavy dent in it. Even his outfit resembled Adam's, only that it's mixed with pale yellow marching band attire. It includes yellow epaulets and golden buttons with pink straps.
The doctor was a standard angel, a humanoid body with light replacing all facial or bodily features except for the eyes all along his body.
"For all intents and purposes, Adam is fine. More than fine really, he appears to be fully healed from injuries that would have Michael still sore by now." The doctor told him, but just looking at his dad, Abel could tell something was wrong.
He had lost weight first of all, something that he had never done since he had been born. Ever since he knew his dad, he was always heavy. Not necessarily fat mind you, you can't live in primordial earth and be unfit, but he definitely wasn't gonna win any awards for being the skinniest guy around. So the fact that he had lost such a significant amount of it in such a short time was weighing on Abel's mind.
For crying out loud, he looks like he lost a hundred pounds in a month!
"Fine, I'll go in and talk to him." He resolved, moving past the doctor and going into his father's room. "Heeeeey, dad." He stretched out, closing the door behind him and apprehensively approaching Adam.
"...Hey Abel." Was all he said, still looking out the window.
"So…" He sat down in a chair near him. "That Archfiend guy you were talking about is in Heaven now. D-don't worry though he escaped and went back to hell."
"Huh." He grunted.
"I…I heard that Lute died."
"Yup." He said, his voice not even faltering a bit.
"Oh uh…How?"
"Turns out angelic steel is the one damn thing that can kill angels."
"...Wow." Abel responded, looking weirdly at his dad. He knew that he and Lute shared a very close bond, he wouldn't be surprised at all if any day now they would come out as dating. So then why, why doesn't his dad even look like he cares a bit? "D'you wanna talk about it?" He asked.
"Abel, do you remember Seth and Aclima?"
"Y-yeah of course I do."
"Do you remember how since they died before me they couldn't get into Heaven or Hell? Even as I was dying, I knew that I could see the rest of you guys in Heaven, but those two? They're just dust."
"...Dad, where's this going?"
Adam turned his head around to Abel with a smile on his face, a true one. It wasn't a grin or a smirk or mischievous, it was a simple curve of the lips that contained a father's love for his son. "I love you, Abel. I mean, I still think you're kind of a pussy, but I don't know why I never say it more often. I love you, kid."
"Dad…" Abel teared up.
"Alright, c'mere you whiny fuck." He said, opening his arms for Abel to jump in.
For the first time in a long time, the first father hugged his second son.
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…It was later.
After Abel visited him Adam was discharged from the hospital with a clean bill of health.
He had on his classic robe, though it almost fell off of him along with his mask being gone.
He went back to his house and ran a bath.
When it was full, he took off his robe, getting completely naked before reaching back into it.
He took out a small piece of angelic steel he kept tucked in there that he stole when he got out the hospital. All for this one moment.
He stepped in the bath, letting the warm water wash over his old, weary body.
He put the piece of steel to his wrists and cut them, allowing his golden ichor to leak out while he enjoyed his last moments.
He closed his eyes, attempting to go to sleep in peace before he went to sleep forever.
However, something stopped him.
He looked down on his wrists, seeing them…Stitched?
Black stitches covered his wounds, completely sealing them.
He tried to get up to investigate, but he couldn't even stand, let alone speak.
He could only look to his left where he saw…
The head of Lute.
He started to breathe faster, hyperventilating.
He blinked.
The head had an arm coming from its neck.
It had 2 arms.
It had 5.
It had 20.
The arms multiplied, soon getting to hundreds of small pitch-black arms crawling to access the floor to him.
One arm was the longest, managing to reach Adam and extend a finger out to him.
For some reason, one that he couldn't explain, Adam reached out from the bath, a finger slightly extended.
And soon…The two fingers touched.
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THE END
Before anything else, I must say something. I don't know if they're on QQ or Webnovel, but I finally got my first member on the Ko-fi. Thank you TheRedZealot for giving me 5 bucks a month. You can also give me money at my Kofi if you want.
Also, how was that little section at the end? I wanted to try out how deep my bag was in horror and I took heavy inspiration from that Jax abstraction scene from TADC.
Ok bbbbyyyeeeee!