Sassy in waiting (2022-24)

  It had been about a year since “the Split.” Sebastian sat in his penthouse, thinking over all that had happened in that time.   November 20— Sebastian woke up in the arms of a vampire who he was told, was bonded to him. The last thing he remembered was lying on the pavement after having been hit by a car. He’d seen a mirage of a dark-haired angel with pure white wings, thanked God his Duckie was safe, and then… nothing. Now, upon awakening, he learned he was married to said angel. The room was filled with strange people, some he knew, most he didn’t. He recognized Duckie and Bethany. He recognized Lucifer, his husband and guardian angel. He vaguely recognized Cat. That was all by sight, but bizarrely enough, he could swear his  body  recognized almost everyone present. Stranger still, though several people maintained that the vampire Xander was his boyfriend, while Xander was the one who’d awoken him, Sebastian’s body remembered nothing of him. He assumed if they...

    [in high school, after Trent turned him down] Yeahhhh I’m going to have to retcon the hell out of what I’d already written in order to make this work. Originally, Trent had had no idea Sebastian had feelings for him. Then as their dynamics evolved, I decided he had an inkling but didn’t know how deeply it went. Now… ehehe… I don’t even know, man. But then again, I don’t  have  to canonize this. I also cleaned this up a hell of a lot, because I feel like at this point, Sebastian’s kinks have been established well enough that no-one needs to read about them over  and over  and over again. Also I’m tired of my editor making “yuck” noises whenever they come up  🙄 Also, contrast this with how Troy handled being rejected romantically by Aemond. I like to think I did decently at showcasing different reactions by different characters.   Trent’s reasoning was that he didn’t want them to end up like his parents: whirlwind relationship in high school, m...

   He'd simply left it where she'd find it with a small note beside it.  The painting probably still smelt like poor Lindsey if you had a nose for such things. The note however said.... Dear gorgeous nightmare, You make the most beautiful art I've ever done and deserve to have the first piece I did of you. From. A secret admirer Maze smelled the painting before she saw it, sitting right there in the hallway with the hatch that led down to the dungeon. She smiled to herself. Now here, at last, was an admirer who might be worthy of her attention. "It's good," she said aloud. She picked it up, cradling it lightly, and carried it in the other direction, towards the elevator that led to her floor. Best to get it somewhere safe before the vampires who had taken to frequenting Lux found it. "Wonder who made it?" she murmured to herself as she was coming back out. He hadn't stayed close enough to be spotted or for her or even his buddies to know the real...

    Warning for EXTREMELY sensitive content. The audience is  intended  to feel uncomfortable about this; this kind of shit  does  happen in real life because runaways get brainwashed into acting that way. She  is  eighteen; I would have been too uncomfortable to write her as a minor, but consent is still dubious at best. Sebastian slowly cruised down the street in one of his favorite classic cars, a Cadillac de Ville. His blue-faced Rolex gleamed in the streetlights. For anyone else, it would have been risky flashing such obvious [money tells], but Sebastian had very little to fear from his recklessness. In fact, he’d chosen this part of town on purpose. It wasn’t long before what he was looking for found him. A young woman, half-starved and all legs, approached his car, stumbling slightly on her too-high heels. He smiled at her invitingly. “Tell me your price for a week and I’ll double it,” he said. Her eyes widened and she looked nervously over...

  A loud knock suddenly came through the thick metal once he was sure he'd heard Faustus beginning to stir. Quite a nasty blow to the head he'd gotten from that baseball bat earlier. Complementary a certain faithful Disciple who probably packed the worst punch next to Landon. "Wakey wakey beautiful!" The muffled voice drifted out loudly to even more so get the male's attention from where Nash stood just outside the massive sculpture they kept in the back of the warehouse.   Faustus stifled a wail of pain. Not only did his head hurt from being hit, but he was thirsty as all hell. How long had he been here? He'd had a restless night and had just begun to drift off to sleep when he heard the knock. "What do you WANT?" he demanded.   Eyes closing as a smirk crossed Nash's face at the sound he could hear primarily he let out a snicker. One ear close to the small hatch in the side of the metal door he could hear what the other was saying but what the o...