Hell is Hallowed Ground

Welcome, friends. You may call me Kansas. This is a blog for my Supernatural fanfiction and poetry. This is also a multi-shipping blog, and I hope you'll find what you're looking for here: wincest, sastiel, J2, Mishalecki, etc. Please enjoy your stay, and as always, feel free to send me a message!

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There's a quiet moment when Hughie's still asleep, so Butcher gets to just look at him, unbothered. He reaches out, strokes his hand across his forehead, touching the loose curls there

This causes Hughie to stir, though, and he's shuffling closer to Butcher, letting out a soft, sleepy sigh.

"Go back to sleep, love," Butcher murmurs.

Hughie's eyes open slowly, a slow-spreading blush making its way across his cheeks. "Oh -" he suddenly says, "We -"

Butcher smiles. "Yeah. We did." He pauses, stroking Hughie's hair. "You okay? I didn't hurt ya, did I?"

"No," Hughie confirms. "Just, um. A little achey."

"Sorry, love. It's not too bad, is it? You might be a little sore, especially given it was your first time going that far."

Hughie smiles shyly. "I think I've been through worse at this point."

"Fair." Butcher pulls him closer, letting his hand drift down to the still-healing scar on his stomach. "You should really rest."

Hughie sighs, but relaxes against him. "You should, too."

"I will. Don't ya worry your pretty little head about it." Butcher drops a kiss into his hair.

He's got a good thing happening here. He best not fuck it up.

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Butcher's hand slides into Hughie's hair, giving it a sharp tug. "What you're gonna do, love, is listen to me. Or we're gonna have a problem, ain't we?"

Hughie's breath is stuck in his throat, heart beating rapidly in his chest. "Butcher...what are you doing?"

Butcher leans in, eyes flashing darkly. "What I've been wantin' to do since I laid eyes on you."

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your butchie fics make me insane thank you i love them

Thank you, my friend! ❤️

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DUDE you are the only person I’ve seen write for hughie x vic neumann and I loved it so much!!! It’s such an underrated ship and I would LOVE to read more of them!!!! Love all your other writing for the boys too <3

Vic's got her hand in Hughie's hair, yanking harshly. "Thought you could just come by, and all would be forgiven? In case you've forgotten - you've tried to kill me. Several times, actually."

Hughie gasps in pain. "Vic - ow. Please - you're hurting me. I'm not - I swear. I'm just - we could help each other."

She backs him up against the wall, pressing her body to his. "And how do you think we could help each other, Hughie?"

Hughie flushes, meeting her eyes. "I have a plan?"

"Do you?" She slots her thigh between his legs, rubbing slowly. "Then, please - enlighten me."

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"Good boy," Butcher murmurs against Hughie's mouth, keeping him pressed against the wall. "Let me take care of you, huh?"

Hughie's flushed, sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat. "Butcher," he says shakily, "it's been awhile since -"

"Since what?" Butcher says, trailing his hand down Hughie’s hip. "Since you've taken a dick?"

Hughie nods, mouth dry, squirming a little. "I want to. So fucking bad."

"I ain't gonna hurt you, little birdie," Butcher murmurs, squeezing his side. "We'll take it nice an' easy. I promise."

He takes a deep breath and nods. "Okay, yeah. Then - please. I want to."

Butcher leans in, popping the button on Hughie's jeans. "Let's get you nice and relaxed, then. A nice orgasm'll help loosen ya right up."

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Hughie almost feels a sense of relief when Annie initiates sex with him - he'd thought (stupidly) that maybe she didn't want to touch him after what he went through at Tek Knight's.

Truthfully, he had been nervous about it; scared that he might react badly if she touched him wrong or something.

But it actually feels pretty great, and he can't help but smile at the playful route she takes.

"Feel good, baby?" she murmurs against his ear, grinding herself down into his lap. Knowing she's not wearing her panties makes his dick twitch in his jeans.

"Yeah," he whispers, and then he's fumbling with the button on his pants, shakily trying to get them down.

"Guess I'm not the only one who's wet, huh?" Annie teases, gripping the length of him and sliding down.

Hughie whimpers, his thighs tensing. He's sweating through his clothes, rolling his hips up. She feels fucking fantastic.

Annie rides him hard, using his body to get off, but it's exactly what he needs.

"Please," he whispers messily against her lips. "Oh, fuck - please!"

Annie moans, grabbing his wrists - still bruised from Tek Knight's torture - and holds them above his head as she gets him over the finish line. "Come on, baby - come for me. Come inside me."

Hughie gasps quietly into her mouth, his orgasm hitting him hard as he shakes apart beneath her. He feels her tense hard, too, clenching around his dick.

He doesn't even notice that her eyes don't light up like they normally do.

She laughs, swiveling her hips to milk the aftershocks from him. "Did so good." She runs her fingers through his sweaty curls. "Let me clean you up."

She pulls off him, and Hughie thunks back against the bed frame, breathing heavily.

He needed that. He feels good, his nerves buzzing pleasantly. Annie loves him and cares for him, and wants him to feel good.

He shivers again, goosebumps on his arms.

Must be that post-coital overstimulation.

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Are you still writing for Supernatural?

I haven't in a long time, sadly. Maybe one day...

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can you please write another hughie/a-train piece?

I really should. 👀

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Hughie's covered in bruises - every part of his body is raw from being restrained and smacked around in Tek Knight's dungeon.

He feels sick looking at himself.

And he's deep in his own torturous thoughts, eyes puffy from crying, when the bathroom door opens.

His head snaps up, and he meets Butcher's eyes in the mirror.

"They told me not to come in. I told them to fuck off." He shuts the door, and appears to survey the damage, eyes moving up and down in the mirror.

"Where were you?" Hughie's voice cracks.

Butcher wraps his arms around Hughie's waist - gently, of course - and pulls him back against his chest. "I'm right here. I'm right here now." He can feel the heat of the welts on Hughie's naked body through his own clothes.

Hughie lets his head fall back, not even caring that he's not wearing anything because he knows, at the very least, Butcher is safe. He's a safe person.

He's Hughie's person.

"I'm sorry, love," Butcher murmurs, lips against the shell of Hughie's ear. "Do you want to talk to me about it?"

Truthfully, he already got the horrible details from everyone else. And if he'd been there, none of this would have happened.

Hughie shakes his head - he does turn, though, tucking into Butcher's body.

Butcher brings a hand up, running his fingers through Hughie's curls. "What do you need?"

Hughie exhales. "This, Butcher. Don't leave."

But Butcher can already see Kessler smirking out of the corner of his eye.

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The best orgasm Hughie's ever had is at the hands of Butcher, shoved up against a wall, Butcher's thigh between his legs.

"You're gonna get off for me, love. You're gonna cream your pants and you're gonna feel so much better after. Aren't ya?"

Hughie can only nod, speechless, sweat pooling at the hollow of his neck. He's so close - so wet.

"Come on, then. Let's see what you look like when you come for me."

Hughie arches his back, legs squeezing around Butcher's thigh, curls sticking to his forehead. "Butcher -" His jeans are warm, damp at the front. His stomach muscles clench hard as he struggles to catch his breath through the aftershocks.

Butcher leans in close, fingers toying with the zipper on Hughie's jeans. "Maybe I should clean you up."

Hughie jerks again, face hot.

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Vic - Neuman to her enemies - knows she has to help him, even though he literally tried to kill her days earlier.

Hughie's laid out on the pavement, unconscious, blood soaking through his t-shirt - Pink Floyd - and jeans. He looks rough, face battered and bruised.

"Jesus Christ," she mutters, kneeling next to him. "What the fuck did you do, Hughie?" Carefully, she peels his t-shirt up. Cuts - dozens and dozens of little ones - mar his skin.

The touch seems to stir him, and he twitches.

"Don't freak out," she says sternly. "I'm not gonna hurt you."

Hughie's eyes open. "Vic?" He sounds confused.

"Yeah, it's me. You need help, Hughie. Let me help you." She puts her hand behind his head, pulling him up a little.

He doesn't argue, eyes shutting in pain.

Her eyes dart down to his jeans - she notices that the button's undone and she frowns intensely. "Hughie -"

"I - I don't know," he says shakily. "Someone grabbed me. I don't remember anything. I just - I'm just in pain."

She swallows thickly. "Yeah, okay. Come on. I think you need to go to the hospital." She lifts him easily, holding onto him tightly as she pulls him to his feet. "Can you walk?"

He takes one tentative steps and whimpers.

"Shit. Okay. I'm gonna have to carry you. Is that okay?"

He nods.

Vic can't stop thinking about his unbuttoned jeans.

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Hitting myself for missing out that you were back for a moment. That soulless Sam was everything. I would go around and take away soulless sam from everyone else just to give him all to you. Only you can write him. Thank you. Hope you get this

Omg, thank you so much, anon! I just saw this. I don't know when you sent it, but thank you.

I still love Soulless, so much.

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I’m drifting into a SPN rewatch and I always come find you first thing 🥰 hope you’re well!

That's so sweet - thank you! ❤️

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I LOVE THE STUFF YOU WRIGHT FOR THE BOYS!!!!

Thank you, anon! I want to write more (and longer).

What do you all want to see? 👀

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When they pull back from the hug, Butcher thumbs under Hughie's eyes, gentle. There's so much pain behind them. "You're not well," he murmurs. "And you haven't been well for a while, lad."

Hughie swallows hard. "It's a lot. Everything that's happening. And - and now my dad. I just - "

Butcher brings his hand behind Hughie, placing his hand on his back, rubbing a little.

"Sit a minute. Let's have a chat, you and I."

Hughie stares at him for a minute, and then he's grabbing him hard, burying his face into Butcher's shoulder. He's so close to losing it; for all that pain to just come spilling out.

Butcher's hand finds his curls, threading his fingers in the back of his hair. "I'm here, lad."

Hughie slumps against him. "I'm so tired."

"Shh..."

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I just know that Vic Neuman pegged Hughie during his time with the FBSA.

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Truthfully, A-Train's fucked things up with Hughie so many times that it doesn't even really matter what he does anymore.

But as Hughie shakes his hand, their gazes linger a little too long, and A-Train feels a momentary jolt of desperation.

Instead of letting go, he pulls Hughie closer. He knows that'll make him panic, so he assures him right away. "I'm not gonna hurt you, you know. It's okay."

He sees Hughie’s breath coming a bit quicker. "U-Uh," he stutters out, "okay, then what are - what are you doing?"

And fuck, A-Train feels crazy as shit for suggesting it, but -

"Do you wanna have a little fun? I could make you feel really good." He locks eyes with Hughie again.

"Uh - like - sexually?" Hughie's pale face breaks out into splotches of red, clearly flustered.

Okay, well. They're supposed to be enemies or whatever, but that doesn't make Hughie any less endearing. "Yeah, Hughie - sexually. Only if you're totally on board, though. One night of fun."

Tentatively, A-Train drops his hand to Hughie's waist, and lowers his voice. "I could eat you out. Blow you. Anything."

"A-Train, I - you don't need to do sexual favors for me to forgive you. I meant it." He's fidgeting, though.

"Sure, but I was thinking we could both use a little reprieve." It's a risk, but he moves his hand again, this time grazing Hughie's crotch.

Hughie closes his eyes, a strangled sound escaping his lips.

"No strings attached, man. I just want your legs wrapped around my head." He smirks as he says it, squeezing him through his jeans now.

Hughie nearly buckles. "And if I change my mind...?"

"Jesus, Hughie. I'll stop. Of course I would."

He swallows hard. "Fine. Okay, uh - yeah. One night."

"You won't regret this."