shedwarf (ramen_noonies)
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“The only cure is a silver bullet,” said Abaddon, miming a gun with two fingers. His tone was dry, but the faint grimness beneath it wouldn’t escape her. “Not exactly ideal.” He circled her like a shadow, head tilted in that way of his that was both curious and unnerving. “Your humanity will dwindle as the days pass. When the transformation completes, you’ll return to yourself… and start again.”
He leaned closer, sniffing once, and his expression shifted, faint surprise at the trace of wolf already clinging to her scent. It was subtle, but there, in her blood. The change had already begun.
In which Esther contracts lycanthropy, leading to her newfound werewolf instincts clashing with Abaddon’s demonic nature.
Or, Abaddon and Esther get it on doggy-style.
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Abaddon’s footsteps are slow, but they don’t fully stop either. He’ll always continue following Esther to a fault. “You should just be more careful, Esther. Not everything in the woods comes with good intentions.”
It’s a warning. One she doesn’t heed.
Whumptober 2025: Day Five: Alt Prompt: “Hold my hand.”
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- Part 5 of Whumptober 2025
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You Pray With Your Knees On The Ground For The Things That You Need (With Your Lust And Your Greed Weighing Down) by Lucifer_Countri
Fandoms: Haunted Hotel (Cartoon)
25 Oct 2025
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He hiccups, sputtering as water spills from his mouth and nose—anything to get it out, to get himself out. He just needs to be anywhere but that room again.
He bolts from the tub, snatching his clothes in a trembling handful and hurling himself toward the nearest vent. Katherine doesn’t follow, doesn’t even move to stop him—but he scrambles faster anyway, as if she might change her mind.
Later, when the panic ebbs into a cold, sour shame, he curses himself for being so pathetic. The matriarch will think there’s something wrong with him—when it’s the vessel that’s broken. He hates it: the flesh that binds him, the nerves that twitch and tremble without his consent. It doesn’t listen. It never has.
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“So, I was mostly kidding,” Esther finally spoke again, cutting into the quiet air. “But, uh, your silence is making me think maybe it’s not a joke… to you.”
Abaddon said nothing.
Cautiously, and slowly, Esther questioned, “Does my blood turn you on?”
In which Esther, against Abaddon's wishes, dabbles in Blood Magic, resulting in a painful wound.
Or, Abaddon is drawn to Esther's blood, ending in a spur-of-the-moment sexual encounter.
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“I can smell you too, you know? Your soul. It reeks of enchantment and hope and myrrh. Resin.” Abaddon turned to press his own nose into her jaw. “Like smoke, incense, an undertone of acridity and fire. Your black magic taints your purity.”
In which Esther misunderstands the boundaries of her best friend, Abaddon.
Or, Esther explores her budding sexuality with the hotel’s resident demon.