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Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
@wankaworm.bsky.social
1 year ago
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“Is he dead?” he asked, trying not to panic, though it was getting up there, his thoughts racing, his heart pounding. He should have done something. He should have been better, faster, more efficient. “No,” the Host replied, “he went upstairs and then he left. Life signs increased towards dangerous levels and then vanished. There is something wrong with the system.” “Shit, yeah, okay,” Sebastian scratched the back of his neck, trying to think, trying to make sense of that. Something was very wrong. He needed answers. “What’s that thing growing outside of the building? That organ looking thing?” The Host tilted his head the other way, “I am afraid I d not understand your meaning.” Sebastian sighed. This was all getting a bit too weird. Weirder even than it had been in Union. “Okay, can you direct me to the Police Station.” At that the Host seemed to brighten up a bit. “I can give proper directions to Mobius operatives and visitors alike! Simply go down the road to your left for four blocks, until you hit Abbey St. and then turn right, going until you hit Karlson Park. Then you’ll hit a few residential streets so you’ll want to go left again on Baker. You get back on Abbey and then turn right on Erin.” Sebastian tried to memorize it but then the realization struck him. He knew those names. Of course that was where Joseph was. Abbey was his wife, his ex-wife anyway, and Erin was his daughter. She’d been a little bit younger than Lily. He hadn’t seen them for years, even before they’d both been pulled into STEM. Abbey had left him, fallen in love with another man, and moved back up to Canada, taking Erin with her. Joseph had been devastated but he’d kept it close to his chest, he always did.

“Is he dead?” he asked, trying not to panic, though it was getting up there, his thoughts racing, his heart pounding. He should have done something. He should have been better, faster, more efficient. “No,” the Host replied, “he went upstairs and then he left. Life signs increased towards dangerous levels and then vanished. There is something wrong with the system.” “Shit, yeah, okay,” Sebastian scratched the back of his neck, trying to think, trying to make sense of that. Something was very wrong. He needed answers. “What’s that thing growing outside of the building? That organ looking thing?” The Host tilted his head the other way, “I am afraid I d not understand your meaning.” Sebastian sighed. This was all getting a bit too weird. Weirder even than it had been in Union. “Okay, can you direct me to the Police Station.” At that the Host seemed to brighten up a bit. “I can give proper directions to Mobius operatives and visitors alike! Simply go down the road to your left for four blocks, until you hit Abbey St. and then turn right, going until you hit Karlson Park. Then you’ll hit a few residential streets so you’ll want to go left again on Baker. You get back on Abbey and then turn right on Erin.” Sebastian tried to memorize it but then the realization struck him. He knew those names. Of course that was where Joseph was. Abbey was his wife, his ex-wife anyway, and Erin was his daughter. She’d been a little bit younger than Lily. He hadn’t seen them for years, even before they’d both been pulled into STEM. Abbey had left him, fallen in love with another man, and moved back up to Canada, taking Erin with her. Joseph had been devastated but he’d kept it close to his chest, he always did.

“Grab onto my hand!” a voice ordered and the he could see the hand, like an angel’s hand, bright gold and glowing, like there was fire just under the skin. He had no choice. “I will make you strong again, just grab onto me!” He did. He reached out. The skin felt like fire and it consumed him as he was dragged out, the flames spreading down his torn shirt sleeve, setting his nerves off and then extinguishing them. Smoke filled his lungs when he tried to cry out, the burning taking away his breath. But beyond that, sinking through the agony of being burned alive, as the large shape of glowing death, like the sun in human form, dragged him away, was the feeling of his skull cracking open. It felt like a jagged break and then there was something inside of it being shoved forward, upwards and out through his empty socket. It smoldered into being, long lines brushing over his nose and forehead, down his cheek and throat. It was marking him. And then he could see. He wasn’t being dragged by an angel, he was being dragged by a man, who was slight and hunched over and dressed well but had been for far too long. His shirt was untucked and stained with sweat and his waistcoat was undone. His sleeves were rolled up and there was a mass of scar tissue down each of them, thin and white and bright through the smear of blood. The world spun and Stefano found himself thrown over the man’s shoulder, and they were running, moving faster than Stefano had ever expected, faster than Sebastian could run, that was certain and he’d taken up jogging recently. The man was saying something, but Stefano couldn’t hear him, not with how his head still felt like it was splitting.

“Grab onto my hand!” a voice ordered and the he could see the hand, like an angel’s hand, bright gold and glowing, like there was fire just under the skin. He had no choice. “I will make you strong again, just grab onto me!” He did. He reached out. The skin felt like fire and it consumed him as he was dragged out, the flames spreading down his torn shirt sleeve, setting his nerves off and then extinguishing them. Smoke filled his lungs when he tried to cry out, the burning taking away his breath. But beyond that, sinking through the agony of being burned alive, as the large shape of glowing death, like the sun in human form, dragged him away, was the feeling of his skull cracking open. It felt like a jagged break and then there was something inside of it being shoved forward, upwards and out through his empty socket. It smoldered into being, long lines brushing over his nose and forehead, down his cheek and throat. It was marking him. And then he could see. He wasn’t being dragged by an angel, he was being dragged by a man, who was slight and hunched over and dressed well but had been for far too long. His shirt was untucked and stained with sweat and his waistcoat was undone. His sleeves were rolled up and there was a mass of scar tissue down each of them, thin and white and bright through the smear of blood. The world spun and Stefano found himself thrown over the man’s shoulder, and they were running, moving faster than Stefano had ever expected, faster than Sebastian could run, that was certain and he’d taken up jogging recently. The man was saying something, but Stefano couldn’t hear him, not with how his head still felt like it was splitting.

More promo for my old fic, A Detective in Junction! Gods there were some cool ideas in here.

archiveofourown.org/works/172621...

#theevilwithin #tew #tew2 #steseb #joseb #stefanovalentini #sebastiancastellanos #josephoda #mywriting #fanfiction

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Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
@wankaworm.bsky.social
1 year ago
preview of fic

preview of fic

“Don’t want to hurt me?” Joseph followed him, not giving him time to right himself, just climbing the stone and hopping off of it, landing on Sebastian’s chest, sprawling. “Oh, that’s cute. After all this time? After you left me behind? After I was shot in front of you and you did nothing while I bled out in the street? Now you don’t want to hurt me?” He was straddling Sebastian and he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, not enough anyway. He didn’t know what he could say to appease Joseph anyway. He was right. Everything that he was saying was right. Sebastian had failed him. Sebastian deserved all of this. Joseph dropped the ax to one side, changing over to his hands. He wrapped them around Sebastian’s throat, squeezing. For a moment it was slight, hardly enough to do anything. “This do anything for you Sebastian?” he cackled, “I remember it used to. After all this time, I’d bet you got yourself a new squeeze, huh? You couldn’t be bothered with waiting long enough to mourn could you? You little slut?” Sebastian grit his teeth, pulled in the best breath he could before the pressure intensified. His hand was reaching, his eyes lolling, looking for the ax. Joseph had dropped it just to his right. It was far away, just out of reach. It was always just out of reach. In STEM, whatever he needed, it would always be just out of reach. His left came up to his throat, to scratch at Joseph’s fingers, not getting anywhere through the leather. There were dark spots in his vision. He could feel his body try to fight, try to push him off, but it was awkward, his legs still sprawled over the back of a gravestone. Joseph’s fingers tightened. His hand searched, his fingers finding smooth wood but unable to grasp it.

“Don’t want to hurt me?” Joseph followed him, not giving him time to right himself, just climbing the stone and hopping off of it, landing on Sebastian’s chest, sprawling. “Oh, that’s cute. After all this time? After you left me behind? After I was shot in front of you and you did nothing while I bled out in the street? Now you don’t want to hurt me?” He was straddling Sebastian and he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, not enough anyway. He didn’t know what he could say to appease Joseph anyway. He was right. Everything that he was saying was right. Sebastian had failed him. Sebastian deserved all of this. Joseph dropped the ax to one side, changing over to his hands. He wrapped them around Sebastian’s throat, squeezing. For a moment it was slight, hardly enough to do anything. “This do anything for you Sebastian?” he cackled, “I remember it used to. After all this time, I’d bet you got yourself a new squeeze, huh? You couldn’t be bothered with waiting long enough to mourn could you? You little slut?” Sebastian grit his teeth, pulled in the best breath he could before the pressure intensified. His hand was reaching, his eyes lolling, looking for the ax. Joseph had dropped it just to his right. It was far away, just out of reach. It was always just out of reach. In STEM, whatever he needed, it would always be just out of reach. His left came up to his throat, to scratch at Joseph’s fingers, not getting anywhere through the leather. There were dark spots in his vision. He could feel his body try to fight, try to push him off, but it was awkward, his legs still sprawled over the back of a gravestone. Joseph’s fingers tightened. His hand searched, his fingers finding smooth wood but unable to grasp it.

“No, my darling,” Stefano wanted to reach for her, but she was trying to kill him, and no matter what his heart told him, he had to follow his brain for this one. “No, we wouldn’t have abandoned you. I never wanted to abandon you. I was a child though, I didn’t know what to do.” “You were my big brother, you were supposed to take care of me!” “And I was under the same pressures as you! To be perfect, to be skilled, to be everything that they wanted me to be. I didn’t think I needed to take care of you because you were always so much better than I was! No, Gabriella, you were always so good, so wonderful. I failed you, I never abandoned you.” The tendrils were covered in spikes, the spikes the thorns of the roses that they had crawled up the side of the apartment building. They were so long. They would reach him. He had no choice but to fall. “You didn’t forget me?” she asked, the vines reaching towards him. He had. He had forgotten everything. He had forgotten their parents’ names, he had forgotten the name of the building they’d grown up in, he had remembered only the things that had influenced his art. Her blood, the roses, her eyes as she lay there, dying, looking up at him. He had dreamed of it, had savored her death in the forgetting of who it was who had died. “I never stopped loving you,” he answered instead, knowing that lying would make her destroy him, that telling her the truth would destroy them both. “I want you to know that.” The chain snapped and he started to fall.

“No, my darling,” Stefano wanted to reach for her, but she was trying to kill him, and no matter what his heart told him, he had to follow his brain for this one. “No, we wouldn’t have abandoned you. I never wanted to abandon you. I was a child though, I didn’t know what to do.” “You were my big brother, you were supposed to take care of me!” “And I was under the same pressures as you! To be perfect, to be skilled, to be everything that they wanted me to be. I didn’t think I needed to take care of you because you were always so much better than I was! No, Gabriella, you were always so good, so wonderful. I failed you, I never abandoned you.” The tendrils were covered in spikes, the spikes the thorns of the roses that they had crawled up the side of the apartment building. They were so long. They would reach him. He had no choice but to fall. “You didn’t forget me?” she asked, the vines reaching towards him. He had. He had forgotten everything. He had forgotten their parents’ names, he had forgotten the name of the building they’d grown up in, he had remembered only the things that had influenced his art. Her blood, the roses, her eyes as she lay there, dying, looking up at him. He had dreamed of it, had savored her death in the forgetting of who it was who had died. “I never stopped loving you,” he answered instead, knowing that lying would make her destroy him, that telling her the truth would destroy them both. “I want you to know that.” The chain snapped and he started to fall.

More promo for old fic! More! MORE!

archiveofourown.org/works/172621...

#theevilwithin #tew #tew2 #joseb #steseb #josephoda #sebastiancastellanos #stefanovalentini #mywriting #fanfiction #writesky

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Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
@wankaworm.bsky.social
1 year ago
preview of fic

preview of fic

“I could be a prince. Are you a princess?” he asked the air. There was no response though and he slowly realized that he was, once again, completely alone in this place. He sighed, unsatisfied, and started once more on his path. There was something though, that caught his eye. As she’d turned him around, lead him back and forth, she had directed him at a small homey cafe. He had to laugh at the name, “JoesCups”, as a reference as to why they were there. There was some outdoor seating and, on the one closest to him, there was a large bouquet of forget-me-nots and blue roses. He was fairly certain that the girl he’d been speaking to had a favorite color. Leaning up against the vase there was an envelope and he knew that it was for him. He went over and lifted it, finding that it was overly perfumed to the point of headache inducing and the handwriting on it was ridiculously curled and decorative. “Mr. Valentini.” Whoever this girl was, she had an idea as to what sort of refined taste she wanted, but she hadn’t quite figured out how to curate it. His curiosity was too great to treat the envelope with reverence and he tore it open to find a light blue sheet of paper underneath, the writing on it still over the top and, added to that, written in gold ink. “My dear Mr. Valentini, you are cordially invited to my tea party, where we shall sup on the finest Earl Grey and scones. High fashion, especially a crown or hat, is requested but if you do not have such a hat one will be procured for you. Tea will be served at 2pm on Thursday, the 22nd. I greatly look forward to your arrival and to speak with you further, your new friend, E.M.”

“I could be a prince. Are you a princess?” he asked the air. There was no response though and he slowly realized that he was, once again, completely alone in this place. He sighed, unsatisfied, and started once more on his path. There was something though, that caught his eye. As she’d turned him around, lead him back and forth, she had directed him at a small homey cafe. He had to laugh at the name, “JoesCups”, as a reference as to why they were there. There was some outdoor seating and, on the one closest to him, there was a large bouquet of forget-me-nots and blue roses. He was fairly certain that the girl he’d been speaking to had a favorite color. Leaning up against the vase there was an envelope and he knew that it was for him. He went over and lifted it, finding that it was overly perfumed to the point of headache inducing and the handwriting on it was ridiculously curled and decorative. “Mr. Valentini.” Whoever this girl was, she had an idea as to what sort of refined taste she wanted, but she hadn’t quite figured out how to curate it. His curiosity was too great to treat the envelope with reverence and he tore it open to find a light blue sheet of paper underneath, the writing on it still over the top and, added to that, written in gold ink. “My dear Mr. Valentini, you are cordially invited to my tea party, where we shall sup on the finest Earl Grey and scones. High fashion, especially a crown or hat, is requested but if you do not have such a hat one will be procured for you. Tea will be served at 2pm on Thursday, the 22nd. I greatly look forward to your arrival and to speak with you further, your new friend, E.M.”

“Shit!” he grit out before realizing it, the teeth of a bear trap digging fiercely into his calf. He fell to one knee, grabbing the sides of it, and pulling on it, trying to get that metal out of himself. “There you are!” the figure cackled and the loop broke, he was running towards Sebastian. The pain was just a slick burn in his leg for the moment, cold daggers that threatened to numb his leg. He still had a few seconds before it would flare into agony. He tore the trap open the rest of the way, freeing himself and falling back as the ax came down, right where his neck had been a millisecond before. The figure pulled back, ready for another swipe as Sebastian fought to get back on his feet. “After all this time, you still haven’t learned to look where your going?” Sebastian could see him now, could see the sores and the puss, his irises yellow as red encroached the whites of his eyes. He looked the same, was dressed the same, after all this time. He held the ax like it was a part of him, a smile as if it would break his face in two and he would laugh as it did. His voice was wrecked and his skin was peeling with something that Sebastian had only learned after the fact to call a Haunting. “Joseph?” he gasped. The Haunted parody threw the ax down again, barely missing Sebastian’s chest as he swiveled on his good leg, letting the bad one work as a ballast to help him balance.

“Shit!” he grit out before realizing it, the teeth of a bear trap digging fiercely into his calf. He fell to one knee, grabbing the sides of it, and pulling on it, trying to get that metal out of himself. “There you are!” the figure cackled and the loop broke, he was running towards Sebastian. The pain was just a slick burn in his leg for the moment, cold daggers that threatened to numb his leg. He still had a few seconds before it would flare into agony. He tore the trap open the rest of the way, freeing himself and falling back as the ax came down, right where his neck had been a millisecond before. The figure pulled back, ready for another swipe as Sebastian fought to get back on his feet. “After all this time, you still haven’t learned to look where your going?” Sebastian could see him now, could see the sores and the puss, his irises yellow as red encroached the whites of his eyes. He looked the same, was dressed the same, after all this time. He held the ax like it was a part of him, a smile as if it would break his face in two and he would laugh as it did. His voice was wrecked and his skin was peeling with something that Sebastian had only learned after the fact to call a Haunting. “Joseph?” he gasped. The Haunted parody threw the ax down again, barely missing Sebastian’s chest as he swiveled on his good leg, letting the bad one work as a ballast to help him balance.

No new fic today, been busy! So here, have some more Detective in Junction promo!

archiveofourown.org/works/172621...

#theevilwithin #tew #tew2 #steseb #joseb #stejoseb #mywriting #fanfiction #writesky #sebastiancastellanos #josephoda #stefanovalentini

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Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
@wankaworm.bsky.social
1 year ago
preview of fic

preview of fic

He tried to move but there was a joist stuck in his calf, right where the phantom pain of a chainsaw had troubled him for months after he’d first escaped. He grabbed at it and pulled, wrenching it out of his leg. There was screaming from upstairs, high pitched. Lily was calling for him. He shoved himself forward, into the living room proper. He didn’t feel the pain or the blood running down his leg. There was too much else going on. Everything was burning. He didn’t want to go upstairs. He’d already dealt with all this. “Dad! Help!” Lily screamed again and it didn’t matter that he didn’t want to go, that he knew that she was safe, far away from here, with a babysitter and a long list of emergency contacts. He was throwing himself forward all the same, dragging his damaged leg to the stairs that he knew he couldn’t rely on, and climbing them. When more of the roof fell he was knocked down to his hands and knees, forced to climb up them that way, which was better for his still bleeding leg. They’d said it was an electrical fire, but the flames were everywhere. Even over all of the smoke he could smell the kerosene. He forced himself to take the corner, to rip open the door that still had little drawings of butterflies on it. There was a figure, standing in front of the window, a silhouette. She wasn’t Lily. She was much too tall. She swayed slightly, looking at Sebastian in the dark room. There was no fire in here. “Not Mobius, no,” the woman sighed, her voice airy but self assured, “You’re fun. I’ve never seen someone do this so soon after arriving.”

He tried to move but there was a joist stuck in his calf, right where the phantom pain of a chainsaw had troubled him for months after he’d first escaped. He grabbed at it and pulled, wrenching it out of his leg. There was screaming from upstairs, high pitched. Lily was calling for him. He shoved himself forward, into the living room proper. He didn’t feel the pain or the blood running down his leg. There was too much else going on. Everything was burning. He didn’t want to go upstairs. He’d already dealt with all this. “Dad! Help!” Lily screamed again and it didn’t matter that he didn’t want to go, that he knew that she was safe, far away from here, with a babysitter and a long list of emergency contacts. He was throwing himself forward all the same, dragging his damaged leg to the stairs that he knew he couldn’t rely on, and climbing them. When more of the roof fell he was knocked down to his hands and knees, forced to climb up them that way, which was better for his still bleeding leg. They’d said it was an electrical fire, but the flames were everywhere. Even over all of the smoke he could smell the kerosene. He forced himself to take the corner, to rip open the door that still had little drawings of butterflies on it. There was a figure, standing in front of the window, a silhouette. She wasn’t Lily. She was much too tall. She swayed slightly, looking at Sebastian in the dark room. There was no fire in here. “Not Mobius, no,” the woman sighed, her voice airy but self assured, “You’re fun. I’ve never seen someone do this so soon after arriving.”

The flames were everywhere, he was surrounded, all but one path and in that path was a man in black, a red scarf around his neck and a cane in his hand. “All this time, Stefano, and you’re still tricking yourself with these distractions?” Theodore’s voice was the same as it had been, that deep tone with just enough heat to reveal the fire within him. “You are more than this. You are more than Stefano Valentini, house boyfriend. Where did your inspiration go?” Stefano took a step back, feeling the flames at his back. Theodore wasn’t impressed, not by him, not by his response. “When did you last create something?” he asked, a hand going behind his back before coming back and reaching towards him, holding his Ventura. He hadn’t. He hadn’t made anything since Union, in almost a year. He didn’t think he could, not with the physical therapy and the therapy and with taking care of Lily and being with Sebastian and with being a normal human being. He’d done some drawings with lily but he had made no art. Theodore was standing there, in his way, the camera outstretched. He didn’t think he had a choice here. “I’m not joining you, my old friend,” Stefano explained as he took the camera in hand, the weight rapturous against his fingers, “you are already dead.” “Of course,” Theodore smiled at him, “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to. I’m just here to remind you of what you could be, the power you once possessed. In here, you could be an artist once more.”

The flames were everywhere, he was surrounded, all but one path and in that path was a man in black, a red scarf around his neck and a cane in his hand. “All this time, Stefano, and you’re still tricking yourself with these distractions?” Theodore’s voice was the same as it had been, that deep tone with just enough heat to reveal the fire within him. “You are more than this. You are more than Stefano Valentini, house boyfriend. Where did your inspiration go?” Stefano took a step back, feeling the flames at his back. Theodore wasn’t impressed, not by him, not by his response. “When did you last create something?” he asked, a hand going behind his back before coming back and reaching towards him, holding his Ventura. He hadn’t. He hadn’t made anything since Union, in almost a year. He didn’t think he could, not with the physical therapy and the therapy and with taking care of Lily and being with Sebastian and with being a normal human being. He’d done some drawings with lily but he had made no art. Theodore was standing there, in his way, the camera outstretched. He didn’t think he had a choice here. “I’m not joining you, my old friend,” Stefano explained as he took the camera in hand, the weight rapturous against his fingers, “you are already dead.” “Of course,” Theodore smiled at him, “I wouldn’t dream of asking you to. I’m just here to remind you of what you could be, the power you once possessed. In here, you could be an artist once more.”

No new fic today, too sleepy to write (and now I've been awake for... 17.5 hours) BUT here's some old fic for you!

archiveofourown.org/works/172621...

#tew #tew2 #theevilwithin #steseb #stefanovalentini #sebastiancastellanos #mywriting #fanfiction #writesky

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Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
@wankaworm.bsky.social
1 year ago
preview of fic

preview of fic

“Kidman texted me last night,” he said, not lifting his head to make eye contact. “She found my old partner, back from KCPD, in an abandoned Mobius facility. He’s over in Tennessee and I- “And you intend to go there and fish him out, is that it?” Stefano interrupted, his cup hiding his face. “This would be Joseph, correct?” Sebastian balked. “I told him about Uncle Joseph,” Lily raised a hand meekly. “You went into the bad place with him the first time, right? You think he’s still in there or do you think he’s a bad guy now?” Sebastian looked from Lily to Stefano, his mouth still open. “You knew about him?” “Lily used him as an excellent teaching tool to explain your sexuality to me,” Stefano waved the question off. “You do realize that there is no way that you’re going alone, correct?” “You’re not coming with, neither of you,” Sebastian glared, trying not to let any real anger shine through, “Kidman will be there, I’m not going to be alone. And no, I don’t think he’s Mobius. He’s probably still in STEM.” “That’s not going to happen,” Stefano placed his coffee on the table, crossing his arms. “I am going with you.” “You lost enough to STEM,” Sebastian shook his head, “and to Mobius. When I said you’re never going back there, I meant it.”

“Kidman texted me last night,” he said, not lifting his head to make eye contact. “She found my old partner, back from KCPD, in an abandoned Mobius facility. He’s over in Tennessee and I- “And you intend to go there and fish him out, is that it?” Stefano interrupted, his cup hiding his face. “This would be Joseph, correct?” Sebastian balked. “I told him about Uncle Joseph,” Lily raised a hand meekly. “You went into the bad place with him the first time, right? You think he’s still in there or do you think he’s a bad guy now?” Sebastian looked from Lily to Stefano, his mouth still open. “You knew about him?” “Lily used him as an excellent teaching tool to explain your sexuality to me,” Stefano waved the question off. “You do realize that there is no way that you’re going alone, correct?” “You’re not coming with, neither of you,” Sebastian glared, trying not to let any real anger shine through, “Kidman will be there, I’m not going to be alone. And no, I don’t think he’s Mobius. He’s probably still in STEM.” “That’s not going to happen,” Stefano placed his coffee on the table, crossing his arms. “I am going with you.” “You lost enough to STEM,” Sebastian shook his head, “and to Mobius. When I said you’re never going back there, I meant it.”

“Hello,” the woman said as they drew near, her voice a perfect monotone. Stefano hated her immediately. Everything about her was flat and bland, even though she was glowing faintly, even through her bland gray pantsuit. “You may call me Luci. Welcome to Junction.” Stefano was impressed. He wasn’t expecting the A.I. to look so human. It was accurate but uncanny, just slightly off in the motions. She cocked her head, eyes looking them over in a mechanical manner and Stefano was brought to the conclusion that she was scanning thm. “I am an A.I., set in motion to accommodate and direct Mobius scientists through Junction. The fact that you do not recognize me give me cause to believe that you are an infiltration in the system. Name and registration, please.” Sebastian looked at Stefano, but he had no registration here either. “We were sent in for repairs,” Stefano explained, trying to come up with something believable, “and we are not altogether Mobius scientists. We were not given proper registration numbers as we were expected to meet other scientists here. Give us a moment to contact our superiors?” She looked at him as blankly as before. “There have been no Mobius agents within STEM in 298 days. The Cores are out of alignment and need to be re-calibrated. There is a long list of repairs that need to be accomplished, but I cannot allow you entry until you have your registration.” “Understood, my dear,” Stefano gave her a smile that would have charmed a real woman of her ilk. She did not respond to it. “We will return momentarily.” He still had Sebastian’s hand in his own and he turned them to go back a few steps, pulling out the radio that was stuck on his belt, unnoticed until just then. Sebastian was looking at him quizzically but that was fine, there were many times in which Sebastian didn’t catch onto things as readily as he did.

“Hello,” the woman said as they drew near, her voice a perfect monotone. Stefano hated her immediately. Everything about her was flat and bland, even though she was glowing faintly, even through her bland gray pantsuit. “You may call me Luci. Welcome to Junction.” Stefano was impressed. He wasn’t expecting the A.I. to look so human. It was accurate but uncanny, just slightly off in the motions. She cocked her head, eyes looking them over in a mechanical manner and Stefano was brought to the conclusion that she was scanning thm. “I am an A.I., set in motion to accommodate and direct Mobius scientists through Junction. The fact that you do not recognize me give me cause to believe that you are an infiltration in the system. Name and registration, please.” Sebastian looked at Stefano, but he had no registration here either. “We were sent in for repairs,” Stefano explained, trying to come up with something believable, “and we are not altogether Mobius scientists. We were not given proper registration numbers as we were expected to meet other scientists here. Give us a moment to contact our superiors?” She looked at him as blankly as before. “There have been no Mobius agents within STEM in 298 days. The Cores are out of alignment and need to be re-calibrated. There is a long list of repairs that need to be accomplished, but I cannot allow you entry until you have your registration.” “Understood, my dear,” Stefano gave her a smile that would have charmed a real woman of her ilk. She did not respond to it. “We will return momentarily.” He still had Sebastian’s hand in his own and he turned them to go back a few steps, pulling out the radio that was stuck on his belt, unnoticed until just then. Sebastian was looking at him quizzically but that was fine, there were many times in which Sebastian didn’t catch onto things as readily as he did.

Time for the backlog of fic! This is a long one, and a sequel at that! I loved this fic way back when.

archiveofourown.org/works/172621...

#tew #tew2 #tew3 #theevilwithin #steseb #joseb #sebastiancastellanos #josephoda #stefanovalentini

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Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
@wankaworm.bsky.social
1 year ago
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Sebastian felt his throat tighten and then Stefano’s grip followed suit and he was pounding into Sebastian once more, as if he hadn’t just confessed something dark and lovely to him, something that Sebastian knew he would never say in English. He felt his eyes start to water again, though this time it was for a completely different reason than the pleasure. Stefano was setting a bruising pace though and Obscura pulled his hand away from the wound in his side, remembering to display him properly. Sebastian cried out at the change, at how his body was twisted, at how the dried blood cracked open and he was allowed to bleed once more. The pressure was building once more, that urge to come, his cock thick and heavy and more sensitive than before. He knew he hadn’t come yet, there was no evidence of it, no sticky trail on his stomach, no stains on his shirt. He wanted to. He needed to. “Stefano! Stefano, please! I need to come. Please, fuck! Oh god! Please, let me come?” he knew that he was begging, he knew that he should feel shame at it, but after what Stefano had just said he knew that he couldn’t feel quite as humiliated as the man in power did. He pretended that he didn’t know any of it, that it was more insults, because he couldn’t handle the truth at the moment. Stefano fucked him hard, punishing, just as hard as he had the first time Sebastian had begged to come. This time though, his hand didn’t go for Sebastian’s balls. It went for the wounds in his hand and he pressed, his fingers sliding against and slightly into the wounds. Sebastian screamed, bolting upright as every muscle in his body tensed and Obscura had to shove him back down, put her foot back on his chest to keep him from struggling too much. Stefano was coming harder this time, jack hammering into him as he did so. Sebastian was sobbing before Stefano stopped, before he pulled out.

Sebastian felt his throat tighten and then Stefano’s grip followed suit and he was pounding into Sebastian once more, as if he hadn’t just confessed something dark and lovely to him, something that Sebastian knew he would never say in English. He felt his eyes start to water again, though this time it was for a completely different reason than the pleasure. Stefano was setting a bruising pace though and Obscura pulled his hand away from the wound in his side, remembering to display him properly. Sebastian cried out at the change, at how his body was twisted, at how the dried blood cracked open and he was allowed to bleed once more. The pressure was building once more, that urge to come, his cock thick and heavy and more sensitive than before. He knew he hadn’t come yet, there was no evidence of it, no sticky trail on his stomach, no stains on his shirt. He wanted to. He needed to. “Stefano! Stefano, please! I need to come. Please, fuck! Oh god! Please, let me come?” he knew that he was begging, he knew that he should feel shame at it, but after what Stefano had just said he knew that he couldn’t feel quite as humiliated as the man in power did. He pretended that he didn’t know any of it, that it was more insults, because he couldn’t handle the truth at the moment. Stefano fucked him hard, punishing, just as hard as he had the first time Sebastian had begged to come. This time though, his hand didn’t go for Sebastian’s balls. It went for the wounds in his hand and he pressed, his fingers sliding against and slightly into the wounds. Sebastian screamed, bolting upright as every muscle in his body tensed and Obscura had to shove him back down, put her foot back on his chest to keep him from struggling too much. Stefano was coming harder this time, jack hammering into him as he did so. Sebastian was sobbing before Stefano stopped, before he pulled out.

They’d come into this with a plan, something to suit both of their needs. They’d thought that Sebastian would be the one to break first, that Stefano could handle such a disgusting distraction. Sebastian hadn’t even thought that it would break him faster, that he would harbor feelings that didn’t stroke his own needs. Stefano kept going, same place, picking up the pace. “Can I… non importa, sono così sciocco...” he trailed off into muttering. “What?” Sebastian squeezed out between two large gasps, his dick jumping at the feeling of Stefano against his prostate. “It doesn’t matter,” Stefano shoved into him harder, as if to distract Sebastian from his words. “Please?” Sebastian asked and his hand scrambled, went for Stefano’s and he threaded their fingers together, feeling more vulnerable at the sensation of his skin against the leather gloves. “Please?” Stefano wrapped Sebastian’s cock with his free hand and Sebastian arched his back again, crying out, feeling his desire to orgasm double with that simple touch. Stefano jerked him hard, matching the speed of his hips, and Sebastian wasn’t going to last. He could see the desire, the lust, and the sorrow in Stefano’s eye. His pupil was fully dilated and there were tears forming, clumping in those thick and long eyelashes. His mouth was a scribbled line, pulled so tight in a tense frown that his lips were almost impossible to see. “No! No,” Sebastian pleaded, “Not that, that’s not what I was asking for.” Stefano didn’t release him, though he lessened his grip and his speed. He was still fucking Sebastian just as hard and his orgasm was building, but he had to know what Stefano needed.

They’d come into this with a plan, something to suit both of their needs. They’d thought that Sebastian would be the one to break first, that Stefano could handle such a disgusting distraction. Sebastian hadn’t even thought that it would break him faster, that he would harbor feelings that didn’t stroke his own needs. Stefano kept going, same place, picking up the pace. “Can I… non importa, sono così sciocco...” he trailed off into muttering. “What?” Sebastian squeezed out between two large gasps, his dick jumping at the feeling of Stefano against his prostate. “It doesn’t matter,” Stefano shoved into him harder, as if to distract Sebastian from his words. “Please?” Sebastian asked and his hand scrambled, went for Stefano’s and he threaded their fingers together, feeling more vulnerable at the sensation of his skin against the leather gloves. “Please?” Stefano wrapped Sebastian’s cock with his free hand and Sebastian arched his back again, crying out, feeling his desire to orgasm double with that simple touch. Stefano jerked him hard, matching the speed of his hips, and Sebastian wasn’t going to last. He could see the desire, the lust, and the sorrow in Stefano’s eye. His pupil was fully dilated and there were tears forming, clumping in those thick and long eyelashes. His mouth was a scribbled line, pulled so tight in a tense frown that his lips were almost impossible to see. “No! No,” Sebastian pleaded, “Not that, that’s not what I was asking for.” Stefano didn’t release him, though he lessened his grip and his speed. He was still fucking Sebastian just as hard and his orgasm was building, but he had to know what Stefano needed.

Oh I hope the gif still works! It was so so hot back in the day. Here, have some old steseb.

archiveofourown.org/works/18181538

#theevilwithin #tew2 #steseb #stefanovalentini #sebastiancastellanos #mywriting #fanfiction

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Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
Wankaworm (commissions are so open)
@wankaworm.bsky.social
1 year ago
preview of fic

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“Oh, of course,” the man was saying, panic rising in his voice, “of course you’re here. I understand.” He made it to the gap and gasped, stilling at what he saw. Because there was Stefano, still alive, still whole. Or at least, mostly. His shirt had no buttons and it was dingy, blackened, and ruined. His scarf was just a rag around his throat. His gloves were still there, but they were ratty and faded. There wasn’t an inch of him devoid of a burn or a streak of charcoal. He barely looked like himself. He only had one shoe and no belt and he was standing, facing the harbinger that had strode into the room. Sebastian couldn’t see from the angle that he was at, but from Stefano’s movements he was certain that the man was undoing his slacks, confirmed by how the fell down his jutting hips and bunched around his thin ankles. Even the skin there was burned and blistered. He didn’t understand, he wasn’t sure he wanted to understand, but Stefano was walking towards the harbinger, unafraid, and dropping to his knees and the filthy floor before it. He was parting the black robes and reaching in, finding and dragging out a large, half hard cock. The harbinger just stood there, knees slightly bent, and put a gloved hand on Stefano’s head, directing him. Sebastian put a hand to his mouth. Even though it was only half erect it looked far too large of a thing for Stefano to handle, looked like it was something that would kill him. The harbinger was big, bigger even than Liam had been.

“Oh, of course,” the man was saying, panic rising in his voice, “of course you’re here. I understand.” He made it to the gap and gasped, stilling at what he saw. Because there was Stefano, still alive, still whole. Or at least, mostly. His shirt had no buttons and it was dingy, blackened, and ruined. His scarf was just a rag around his throat. His gloves were still there, but they were ratty and faded. There wasn’t an inch of him devoid of a burn or a streak of charcoal. He barely looked like himself. He only had one shoe and no belt and he was standing, facing the harbinger that had strode into the room. Sebastian couldn’t see from the angle that he was at, but from Stefano’s movements he was certain that the man was undoing his slacks, confirmed by how the fell down his jutting hips and bunched around his thin ankles. Even the skin there was burned and blistered. He didn’t understand, he wasn’t sure he wanted to understand, but Stefano was walking towards the harbinger, unafraid, and dropping to his knees and the filthy floor before it. He was parting the black robes and reaching in, finding and dragging out a large, half hard cock. The harbinger just stood there, knees slightly bent, and put a gloved hand on Stefano’s head, directing him. Sebastian put a hand to his mouth. Even though it was only half erect it looked far too large of a thing for Stefano to handle, looked like it was something that would kill him. The harbinger was big, bigger even than Liam had been.

“Fuck,” Sebastian whimpered, feeling his own orgasm so close to pushing him over the edge. He had said it quietly, just under his breath, but it was still loud enough to draw the attention of the harbinger. It pulled out somewhat, glaring at him without visible eyes. Sebastian started to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. It had already seen him. The fact that it was pulling away from Stefano, the fact that it hadn’t yet come but had stopped, drew Stefano’s gaze in the same direction. His eyelid was dropped, his mouth slacked, and he was breathing heavily, chest heaving. His eye locked onto Sebastian’s though and he smirked, as if he still had some power here. “Enjoying the view, Castellanos?” he asked from his place on the floor. There were track marks on his face from the tears. The harbinger stood up, releasing Stefano’s wrists to take him by the hips instead, carrying him over to the gap in the wall. Sebastian’s throat was dry, his hand stopped where it was. They were going to kill him. They were going to do something terrible. He felt like his own cheeks would blister from how hot they were. Stefano’s face came up to his through the gap in the wall, his hands on either side of it. Sebastian could still see most of his body, could touch him if he wanted to, but for the moment he was frozen. This was the man that had kidnapped Lily, the man that he had left dead on the floor with a bullet in his head. There was no way that this was happening. “Look at you, you’re depraved,” Stefano said, eye flicking down to Sebastian’s cock. “You want to be inside of me, don’t you?”

“Fuck,” Sebastian whimpered, feeling his own orgasm so close to pushing him over the edge. He had said it quietly, just under his breath, but it was still loud enough to draw the attention of the harbinger. It pulled out somewhat, glaring at him without visible eyes. Sebastian started to pull back, but there was nowhere to go. It had already seen him. The fact that it was pulling away from Stefano, the fact that it hadn’t yet come but had stopped, drew Stefano’s gaze in the same direction. His eyelid was dropped, his mouth slacked, and he was breathing heavily, chest heaving. His eye locked onto Sebastian’s though and he smirked, as if he still had some power here. “Enjoying the view, Castellanos?” he asked from his place on the floor. There were track marks on his face from the tears. The harbinger stood up, releasing Stefano’s wrists to take him by the hips instead, carrying him over to the gap in the wall. Sebastian’s throat was dry, his hand stopped where it was. They were going to kill him. They were going to do something terrible. He felt like his own cheeks would blister from how hot they were. Stefano’s face came up to his through the gap in the wall, his hands on either side of it. Sebastian could still see most of his body, could touch him if he wanted to, but for the moment he was frozen. This was the man that had kidnapped Lily, the man that he had left dead on the floor with a bullet in his head. There was no way that this was happening. “Look at you, you’re depraved,” Stefano said, eye flicking down to Sebastian’s cock. “You want to be inside of me, don’t you?”

More old old the evil within smut!

archiveofourown.org/works/17995568

#theevilwithin #tew2 #steseb #stefanovalentini #sebastiancastellanos #mywriting #fanfiction #writesky

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