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pretty much just an established staticlovetune au x
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09 Dec 2025
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“I’m just sayin’,” says Angel, poking at his pasta with a fork. He looks a little bored, really, long lanky form drooping like a sad noodle. “It ain’t any of our business to assume, toots.”
Charlie puts her knife down. The sauce is a little sour. She really needs to work on her cooking. She’d ask Alastor for lessons, but he already has so much on his plate and he’s being so helpful… she doesn’t want to bother him.
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hotel dinner discussionsSeries
- Part 8 of cardboard bones
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09 Dec 2025
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After recently ending a long-term relationship, Alastor decides to go on a date with Vincenet, a struggling weatherman, recently divorced and surviving on remnants left by his ex-husband. Both are serial killers, concealed in plain sight. They quickly connect, but not in the usual sense. Instead, they discover that mutual hatred makes their interactions more entertaining, turning their teasing into a twisted rivalry.
A subtle, nearly imperceptible curve lifted the corner of Alastor’s mouth—a smile that held zero warmth and maximum judgment. He lifted his crystal tumbler, the ice inside clinking once, sharply.
“Oh, no, I walked. My apartment is barely three blocks away,” the radio host said, his voice a low, resonant baritone that seemed engineered for the airwaves. He took a measured sip, his eyes narrowing slightly over the rim of the glass, never leaving Vincent's. “In fact, I’ve been here for over an hour already, lingering and listening to the folk gripe about the weatherman’s utterly predictable misprediction of this evening’s snow accumulation.”
Wait. Vincent blinked, completely taken aback. Did he just… insult me?
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09 Dec 2025
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Before Wilson can say anything, House splurts out, “She’s my daughter.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
A few stunned moments go by during which Wilson feels the need to sit down and reevaluate his whole life. House has a daughter. The man who fucking hates people has a daughter.
“So she’s your daughter. How come she… popped to your life only now? You knew about her before?”
House frowns his brows. “Of course I didn’t fucking know about her before! She’s fucking five! How could’ve I kept that a secret until now?
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Gregory House wakes up one beautiful morning to CPS behind his door. They inform him he now has a child. He calls in Wilson to help.
Because that's all he knows to do.
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“Och, ye ken tha base heater ne’r works proper, an’ ah ken yer always cold. Body heat’ll warm ye up.”
Always one to deny his own needs, Simon opens his mouth, words dying in the middle of some stammered half-coherent murmur of refusal when Johnny reaches towards him.
And in doing so, the blanket covering his lap slips.
Putting his cunt on display once more.
“C’mon,” he all but purrs, dropping a hand onto Simon’s shoulder, “let me keep ye warm.”
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johnny offers to keep simon warm
Bookmarked by SoggyWillGraham
11 May 2025