#Angel wanting to rescue Husk the way he feels Husk rescued him

[shadowslocked]

Thinking about the Overlord Husk AU, where he ends up winning Angels contract and they slowly develop a romantic relationship

Only for it all to be cut short when Husk flies too close to the sun, betting soul after soul against Alastor in an increasingly losing game. When things get dire, when he feels his power slipping through his claws and the weight of old enemies eyeing the growing target on his back, he strikes a deal: his soul to keep the power he’d gained as an Overlord.

With the loss of his status any remaining soul contracts with Husk become Null, officially releasing Angel.

Angel, free to finally make choices for himself without the weight of a chain around his neck, finds himself unable to leave. He’s devastated by the loss of Husk, arguably one of the best things that had happened to him in what feels like an eternity, and can’t stand the thought of his new home at the Casino being swept up by other overlords. Especially the Vees.

Refusing to lose more than he already has, Angel takes control of the casino and begins to build his own power. With the help of his mafia history he builds a new crime family for himself, running the casino by day and organizing crime at night, becoming the very thing that had controlled him: an Overlord

His only goal: become powerful enough to win Husk back, or kill Alastor himself

And what better opportunity than to sponsor the hotel they’re staying at.

[thewinchestah]

"PREY" - Alastor x reader fic

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader

Tags: One-Shot, 18+, Smut, NSFW, edging, begging, overstimulation, Alastor does what he wants, there's plot if you squint really hard, alastor in heat, breeding kink, degradation kink, praise kink,

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Word Count: i lost count. it's big.

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A/N: Helloooooo!!! I write a lot but i never publish it! My lovely friend and also biggest inspiration for this fic @smallershorteranduncut ordered me to post this and i'm nothing but her loyal servent! I hope you guys enjoy the fruits of me writing 10 google docs pages today while i was enraged. Also english isn't my first language, no beta we die like men here yadayayfayada! enjoy <;3 (UPDATE!) Part 2 is now up!

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Everything about the Radio Demon seemed to be designed to make you desire him, want him. Many times in ways you weren’t even ready to admit to yourself. You haven’t been in Hell long, that’s true. But ever since you manifested here you felt like someone had picked your brain open to make Alastor the perfect bait to lure you into even more sinful, sinister paths. 

He had an inexplicable magnetism around him, a piercing presence that made your eyes stuck on him when he worked a room. He had you bewitched and you hadn’t share more than polite pleasantries with each other since you became a guest at the hotel.

Today, again, you were transfixed in his gaze. Sitting in the corner of the hotel lobby, trying to make your embarrassing attraction to him go unnoticed while Alastor waltzed across the room explaining more of his wicked plans to Charlie. God, how you wish he had his wicked way with you. 

He seemed more… on edge today. His red eyes  glowed a little brighter, his nostrils flared a bit more, static filling the room more often, he was smiling with almost barred teeth, and everyone seemed to be avoiding him. Even Charlie was trying to politely dismiss him, the general feeling of uneasiness inside the hotel  just growing larger when Angel stationed himself near your little corner of the room. 

“Don’t go near that creepy motherfucker today, he’s about to lose it.”  Angel alerted, almost whispering, a pair of his hands making the “crazy sign” near his head 

“Isn’t he always creepy and about to lose it?” Husk added, staring at the exchange between the radio demon and Charlie.

“I’m telling you toots, I know that guy definitely isn't normal, but today he is borderline a mass extinction event. I swear, he’s just waiting for someone to give him the excuse” Angel replied, confirming your suspicions. Something was off.

“Uh. Well, about that, I think it’s time we rescue Charlie” 

As if on cue Charlie turned to the corner of the room, gesticulating really hard to be taken away from the small commotion her conversation with Alastor was becoming. 

“Hey Charlie, do you remember that thing with the hotel’s… personalized stationery you asked me to help you today? Let’s do it!” Said angel gently guiding Charlie away from the Radio Demon.

“Guess that’s my cue Alastor! Greaaaaat chat! As always! Have a nice day!! Byeee!” Charlie’s overly chirpy tone giving away her uneasiness. 

Suddenly it felt like all the air was taken out of the room. Alastor’s neck turned into an ungodly angle, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Static grew around the group, almost suffocating. As your vision went blurry from the sheer power that was being evoked, you contemplated if there was another afterlife. Preferably one where you didn’t inherit a death wish from your previous ones.

And as quick as it started, it was over. 

Alastor just said a creepy “hm” turned on his hell, and walked away. 

It almost felt like it was all in your head, but your friends standing perfectly still and dead silent next to you gave the reality of the situation away: everyone just had a near death-death experience. Maybe it would be a good topic for Charlie’s bonding exercises, who knows with this place. 

“I told ya’ll. Mass. Extinction. Event. Stay out the psycho’s way”

Angel’s voice became background noise in your head, your eyes focusing on the spot where Alastor just threatened everybody’s life without saying a word. As the voices dissipated around you and normalcy slowly returned to the hotel, your mind sank deeper and deeper into the mystery that was the Radio Demon. 

-

They were so oblivious, so naive. Thinking he wasn’t listening what they said about him behind his back. Thinking he was unaware of him being the topic of the discussion when he wasn’t looking. He could bathe in the smell of their fear, and he was relishing it. 

Alastor stared at the new pretty little thing that arrived at the hotel. Oh how pathetically sweet and innocent she was, thinking she was being subtle about her infatuation with him. Thinking she could hide her interest in him, when she was nothing but a doe caught in the headlights of his eyes. Oh, she was just the perfect prey for him, wrapped in this lovely red bow she wore on her hair. 

Angel was right, he was just waiting for an excuse, and she just offered him one on a silver platter. And alastor was everything but a coward. 

-

You cursed a little bit louder than you intended when you saw the blood dripping from your finger. “Stop. making. a. spectacle. of. yourself” you mentally screamed. You still could not figure Charlie’s “special stationary stapler” out, so stapling your finger was bound to happen. 

Even though it was not much, the silly little cut was stinging like a bitch, and your best efforts to stop the bleeding were futile, considering the mess on the hem of your skirt. Still high on the adrenaline from earlier, your shaking hands searched for something, anything to put on your finger so you could continue your work without anyone noticing. Everyone already had enough for one day, it was fine. 

“My dear, did you just hurt yourself?” Alastor’s voice invaded your ears. Oh, fuck. That’s it, he was going to murder you for being so incompetent with the damned stapler.

Turning to face him, you meet his piercing gaze, not sure if you should run and scream for help. “Oh no worries alastor, it’s just a small cut, i can manage!” you give him your most confident smile. 

Alastor’s head tilts, eyes burning red as he watches the small droplets of your blood make their way down your index finger.  

“Nonsense, I can't have my staff running around with injuries and bloodied clothes. We are in hell, but we are not savages, dear” He seems transfixed by the blood, and you are too scared to move, too scared to anything other than hold the weight of his gaze and hope for the best. Your lizard brain is screaming for you to run, ask for help. Maybe Charlie isn’t too far away, could you make a run for it? Somehow your survival instincts override your brain, maybe all those hours watching true crime back on earth weren’t in vain, and you decide against running. Let him initiate first. 

He catches your wrist, trapping it inside his deadly claws. His face, towering over you, comes all the way down to inspect the offending finger. You can feel his breathing on your skin. 

Your breathing stops. You swallow an imaginary lump. He’s gonna bite off your fing-

“Would you be a doll and let me take care of it? Blood being unnecessary wasted truly abhors me” 

You must have said yes at some point, you don’t really remember, now you are holding the red handkerchief he handed  you, answering his request to “please follow him”. Trailing behind the Radio Demon, both of you walk through the large corridors. 

This might be the time to scream for help. the voices inside your head warn. With every step of his feet you hear his microphone going tsk tsk tsk where it touches the ground. You are walking the death row, the paintings on the wall chanting “dead woman walking, dead woman walking”. 

“Keep pressuring the wound darling, we are almost there” he gently commands you, too gently… it feels almost… soft, pleading. The way Alastor goes from 0 to 100 is giving you whiplash. 

He slows down, reaching for the door knob of an unknown room. Ever the gentleman, he gestures for you to enter first.

the door locks behind you.

 if i’m being murdered, at least i’m being murdered with class. 

“Don’t be silly, I’m not going to murder you” Alastor says, almost singing the last part of the sentence. 

“Oh fuck, i said that out loud, didn’t I?” you blurted out 

“Yes you did. And yes, I also noticed your lovely doe eyes on me every time i’m in the room” 

Your brain short circuits. That 's it. You are dead. He’s not going to murder you (apparently), but you are going to die of embarrassment. It will feel like murder. He knows, fuck, he knows. He knows about your crush (?) and he’s going to drag you for it. You are going to be so dragged the angels will pity you and bring you to heaven. A creative way to be redeemed, Charlie should know about this. Your thoughts are going downhill as a big snowball, there are too many of them and you can’t follow a single coherent train of thought. You don’t even want to know how you look in the middle of this. You must look pathetic, truly like a doe caught in headlights. And then you hear your name once.

Twice now, in a sing-song voice.

Your eyes fly open towards the sound, breaking from the anxiety induced spell as you realize the Radio Demon had just called you, by name. He knows your name???

“Ah hahah! You’re back.” Alastor says, as he starts to circle you like a predator. Your eyes, as always, follow his across the room.

 “I don’t like to repeat myself, little doe. You heard what I asked?” 

Again, you don’t really remember answering, your brain is going AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA as you watch him pace around you, eyes burning red, demanding your attention. Teeth slightly barred, voice on the edge of something. Was that “X” on his forehead always there?

“I asked if you know what you are doing to me” static fills the room as he finishes speaking. Alastor’s clawed hand trapped your bloodied finger dangerously close to his grinning lips. Your brain is doing flips as he stares deep into your soul, and when your thoughts land you make the connection. Alastor is horny. Alastor is horny for y-

“You see, little doe, I know what your eyes hide when you desperately lower them everytime I come near you. I know how you feel you can hide in plain sight if you stay quiet enough. But I can taste it. Your fear. Your lust. In the air. In your blood.” He has a white knuckled grip on your wrist now, same with his microphone. You lower your guard, eyes going from startled to lustful. “Good thing right now there’s nothing more i want in this godforsaken pit than your lust, pet”

You want this. There’s no point in lying to yourself. You want Alastor to fuck you. You’ve fantasized about the Radio Demon taking you more times than you can count. More times than you would like to admit to yourself. This feels deeply wrong, but you crave it. 

Fuck it, you are in hell, there’s nothing to lose. Alastor is still watching you, impatiently. For the first time today you realize you actually forgot to say something. He’s waiting. Alastor is waiting for your permission. 

“Take my breath away, Alastor” 

Your permission might have been really loud, it felt like you were screaming the words. But you can’t be sure, it might have been a whisper. Either way he didn’t miss it, what happens next is fast, angry and delicious. 

Alastor pounces and licks the blood on your finger, something clicks inside him as he tastes the red liquid, because he lets go of his microphone instantly and his arms grab your waist aggressively, so forceful you wouldn’t be surprised if it breaks skin. You shouldn’t be so turned on by this, by the sight of a psychopathic demon drinking your blood. But you are, and there’s no going back. 

“Strip” he orders. You want to say to him that you can’t take your clothes off your person with him holding you like this. He must have realized the conundrum: if he wants you naked, he has to let go of you. To Alastor, letting go of you right now is simply unthinkable. So he doesn’t: you feel his claws cut the bodice of your dress open, sending the most delicious shivers down your spine. Another claw rips your skirt apart, and you are almost fully naked in the Radio Demon’s arms, pressing your body hard on his still impeccable dressed body.

It’s humiliating, it’s dangerous, it’s hot, it is delicious, to be at his complete mercy, just how you always wanted.

Somehow both of you made your way close to the enormous bed in the middle of the room. Alastor cornered you, so the only way you could escape was walking backwards towards the bed. The brilliant bastard. 

You feel your calves hitting the edge of the bed, and Alastor breaks away.

 Pity, your mind complains. Get him back to touching you again. right. now,.

“Now now, we should establish some rules for this, pet” Alastor’s hands might have stopped touching you, but his piercing eyes never did. He knocks you on top of the bed, you lay there sprawled open just for him. His hands move up to do a quick work of his bowtie

“Rule one: you will take what I give you. Nothing more, nothing less. What I give you is enough. You might feel like you can’t take anymore, but you can. You will take it, I will make you take it” He takes his tailcoat off, his frame towering over you, even with your body completely flat on the mattress and his in front of it. 

“ Rule two: every ounce of your pleasure is mine and mine only. Mine to give, mine to take. And you will give me everything. I want to hear every sound, to feel every touch, to know every nasty thought that runs inside that pretty little head of yours. You will not suppress anything, I wanna hear your moans when you make a mess of yourself as I take everything I desire from your delicious body. I will relish on your desperate screams of pleasure.Nothing outside these walls matter” He is climbing on the bed now. You hold the weight of his gaze, underneath your demonic lover’s eyes your skin burns.

“Rule three: don’t you dare cum without my permission, good girls earn their orgasms and you will be a good girl. Or else…” static starts to pick up around the room, you are seeing the blackest black that ever was, his shadows enveloping you both. Nothing outside these walls matter. “Understood?” Alastor says as he pins your hands on top of your head, against the fancy headboard. His hand cups one of your boobs and he is worrying your nipple between his sharp claws. finally finally, your mind sings. You feel a surge of magic binding your wrists in green chains, attached to the headboard. It’s overbearing, it’s ridiculous. His magic feels like him, another part of him for you to take.

He pinches your nipple particularly hard and you moan softly, pleasure and pain consuming any other sensation. You forgot to answer him, you realize. You’ve barely started and you are already being bad. “yes alastor, yes.. but please don’t stop” the soft whimper leaves your lips.

“lovely.” he replies, and with that his mouth is on your nipple, sucking it while he administers his wicked ministrations to your other one. His sharp teeth prickling on the edge of breaking skin, and you already feel like you won’t be able to take all of him. 

His hand trails down to aggressively grip your thighs, his tongue sucking the neglected nipple his fingers left. Your moans become frequent and messy, if he’s already making you go insane with the beginnings of foreplay... You might pass out and die when he starts fucking you, but you don’t care. Let him show you the true meaning of la petite mort.

“My my, what do we have here” his hand leaves your thigh to trace the wetness of your panties. A clawed finger rips it apart, the last barrier between you and total consumption by the Radio Demon. He takes the finger between your glistening lips, not entering, just teasing 

“I don’t think i will get enough of this pretty little body of ours anytime soon, pet” he says as his finger finally enters your sex, He moves his digit with an expertise you didn’t really know he had in him,  making you whimper his name, ooohs and aaaahs, your hips start threshing from the pleasure. If you continue at this pace, you will be  begging for permission to cum too soon. Pathetic. you think to yourself. Because you know how hard this building orgasm will be,you don’t know if he will grant you more than one orgasm. And will you murder you yourself if you don’t feel his cock inside you tonight. You take a deep breath in between your moans and will your hips to stay in place, your nerves to calm down. 

Alastor adds another finger, and it takes all of your willpower not to become a puddle of wetness right there. You bite your lip so hard you taste blood. 

“you do make a mess of yourself, don’t you? you just can’t help it” he says as he curls his digits inside you. Your hips start thrashing hard again, and you sink them deeper into the bed. The chains on your wrists shake with the effort to hold back. As if alastor wasn’t going to notice. “no no no what did I say?” he snaps angrily, he’s eyes flash red at you and he takes his fingers out with a wet “pop”, you feel like crying at the emptiness. “please please alastor, don’t stop” you plead. His hands leave you entirely, you are left with just his piercing gaze, the one that makes your skin burn. “did I say you could hold back? don’t pretend like you aren’t a common whore for me, that you love how pathetic it feels that you are creaming yourself and we haven’t even really started” 

his condescending tone just makes everything even more sublime. It’s so wrong how good being told you are nothing more than a common whore by the Radio Demon feels. But you never felt anything close to this. “please Alastor” you beg again, nothing but a small whisper

“I would love to taste this pussy, so red already for me, but since you broke one of the rules… i’m afraid I will make you understand that are nothing but my pretty cockslut the hard way” 

Punishment? His punishment sounds ever better than his praise right now. You moan at his voice. He laughs. 

His knees cage you, as he lifts his upper body from you and starts undoing his zipper. He is taking his cock out. Oh fuck, he’s gonna fuck you without anymore foreplay. And he’s not going to be gentle about it either. You shiver. 

Alastor pumps himself a few times, his cock is big, thick, and an angry red shade, flush red like that, because of you, just for you. He’s gonna make you pay: pay for holding back from him, pay for making him feel like an animal and almost losing his hard constructed control. 

The look on his face says it all, he’s gonna take it out on you and you can’t do nothing about it.

You don’t have much time to think about the repercussions, in one swift motion his tip is already inside you, stretching you deliciously. Your brain short circuits again, the feeling of his cock inside you is everything you imagine and more. Depraved, heavenly, delicious. You struggle in your binds again, you want desperately to touch him. To feel his skin beneath your finger, to scratch him, mark him. But oh well, he’s the Radio Demon, he’s the one in charge and you are his prey.

Alastor starts to slowly enter you, he’s trying his best to hold back. He knows if he does this too fast it will hurt in a way he doesn’t want you to feel. And by the look on his face going slow is as torturous for him as it is for you. tantalizing inch after tantalizing inch he spreads the walls of your cunt apart. You understand now why this is punishment, it hurts in a perfect way, it hurts even more that he is doing it slowly, and not just thrusting like you imagined  he would, if he had more time to work on you. 

You become a mess of moans and incoherent words. His cock is halfway inside you now “HoLY FUCK ALASTOR” you scream. It’s already too much. 

“There’s nothing holy about this my dear. I’m going to breed you. I’m going to break you” and with that he buries himself to the hilt inside you. Now you truly scream in pleasure and pain “you won’t be able to walk straight for days, you will feel me in every step, and you will thank me for it”. His thrusts pick up at breakneck speed, the bed shakes from the sheer force that Alastor is using to fuck you. Every snap of his hips you moan more and more. 

The sound you make when he takes everything out and enters you at once is so obscene that it would make Angel Dust blush. He’s growling now, his antlers growing bigger as he fucks you like his life dependend on it. As he fucks you like he hates you. 

Alastor pushes your hips higher, and suddenly he’s even deeper. His other hand holding your waist in a bruising grip. The strain on your pinned hands will bruise too. His lips graze the skin of your collarbone, he looks so feral you are scared he will maul, the thrill of not knowing adding to your fucked up sense of pleasure. 

He seems to pick up on your fear, and bites down on your collarbone, hauling as he tastes your blood and buries himself inside you again and again. Moans turned into screams, and the only thing coming out of your lips is his name, spoken like a profane prayer. You would give everything you have to Alastor, and he doesn’t even have to ask.

Your orgasm has been building for a while now, the coil on your belly becoming tighter and tighter, like a supernova about to be born. “Alastor, please please let me come” you beg. His unfocused eyes stare down at you, as he takes a moment from feasting on your sweet blood to address your desperate, sweet pleas.

“Don’t. You. Dare” he says, punctuating every word with a sharp thrust. As much as you want, you are not sure you will be able to hold any longer. “I beg you alastor, please let me cum, i will let you do anything you want. but i need it so badly, please please”

You sounded so desperate when you begged, so beautiful.

“Don’t strike deals you don’t know you can fulfill, pet” his voice is low, a warning. You ignore it. “I promise Alastor, anything”. Alastor laughs.

 his finger touches your clit as he finally allows your sweet relief “you may come now, sweet doe” and that’s it, you are off, you are dead. You see stars, you see the entire universe as you scream out and climax. Walls tightening around Alastor’s monster cock, eyes rowling, his name a scream on your lips. You ride out your wave slowly, but Alastor is not slowing down.

Instead he is picking up his pace, maneuvering your hips even higher, your chains are stretched to the limit. You can feel them start piercing your skin. Thrust after thrust the sensation becomes too much, you are too overstimulated to go through all of this again.

“i can’t take it, i can’t take it!”

Alastor doesn’t care. “I told you not to make deals if you can’t hold them, didn’t I?” You don’t answer, you can’t. you can’t to anything but let him fuck you as hard and as much as he want. “but you are such a little cockslut for me that you can’t help it. What a shame” 

He is gripping your hips so hard it breaks skin, tiny trails of blood on his claws. “you will take it. You better take it, or I will make you take it” static picks up as he threatens the last words. You know you are spent, you know how bad it hurts, you know how bad his words sound, but the lines between pleasure and pain are so blurred that you can’t think coherently. Even this  pain of being broken feels good. 

Still, tears fill your eyes and you start crying, from pleasure, from pain, you don’t know anymore. What Alastor is doing to you has no precedent. No one can do this like he does. He knows torture too well, and he is tortouring you in the most decadent, delicious ways possible. “alastor i want to, i want to so bad but i just can’t” the tears sting your eyes and stain your face. 

Alastor sees it. He slows down just a bit, his voice softening “oh my dear doe, but you can. Just this once more, just for me. One more” his voice is so maddening soft it acts like fuel to your tears. Your skin tingles and you feel giddy, somehow your throbbing hot, wet cunt seems to find the right amount of relief, and you can feel only pleasure again.

Alastor continues to fuck you, your moans returning to normal, you are being so loud now, making a mess of yourself, just like he said, and a big hand comes to cover your mouth. 

“Oh we can’t have you being this loud can we?” his voice goes to that delicious mocking tone. His thrusts are slower now, but as deep as they can go. “what would you friends say if they found out that you moan like a common whore for their feared radio demon.. hum,.?”

You start to feel the pit of your belly tightening again, and alastor doesn’t stop humiliating you. The degradation feels just the right amount of perfection. You are exactly what he says you are. A common whore when it comes to him. “weren’t you ashamed just a few moments ago? trying to hold back the sinful sounds you make when I touch you? I already gave you one orgasm. I’ve been way too generous for my liking. I should stop right now since you feel so conscious about this”  Alator’s breathing is becoming erratic, his thrusts sharp, hard, and out of the breakneck rhythm he was torturing you before.You start moaning even louder through his hand. “ungrateful little pet. You are just so greedy for one more orgasm, you don’t even care that everyone downstairs can hear you hm??”

You can’t think straight. you feel on the edge of glory, this orgasm threatening to be harder than your previous one, as if it is possible. “alastor i’m so sorry, i know i don’t deserve it” you muffle behind his hand, he hears you speaking and takes if off “but can you please let me cum? just this once? just for you. Please Al” his thrusts are truly erratic now. He’s close too, even though you are too wrapped up on your own sensations to notice 

“please” you beg, nothing more than a whisper. Already making peace with the fact that you are going to come without his permission and he will probably never fuck you again

“Good girl, you can come now”

instantly as you are granted his permissions your world explodes, blinding hot pleasure takes over your body, the waves of pleasure making your heart beat so fast you feel like it’s going to stop. The petit mort is coming, and her sweet embrace envelops you, specially now that you feel Alastor’s cock twitching and spilling his seed inside you. You scream his name. Maybe you hear him screaming yours too. You don’t know anymore, your nerves are singing from pleasure unheard of back  when you were alive. Pleasure so great it could only be found in hell. The most heavily, depraved way of torture. 

You come down from your high, still dizzy, your body going limp. You are not dead, but you are positively spent. You give in into the warm and fuzziness of sleep. 

The last thing you remember is the softness of a blanket, a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“Oh my dear, I knew you had one more on you,spending yourself this way just for me! What a truly precious thing, doe”

You might be dreaming now.

-

You weren’t dreaming. Alastor praises you, knowing his words will be the last thing you hear before a night of peaceful, deep dreamless slumber. He makes sure to put the softest velvet blanket he owns on your body, not to make the damage you gladly allowed your body to take for him an inconvenience. Tomorrow you will wake up to fancy letters of praise and sweet chocolate covered strawberries. And no one will know how Alastor found the perfect doe to breed as he pleases during the height of his mating season.

[irkimatsu]

My last fic made me imagine finding a battered Husk in an alleyway... you're a new demon to Hell, and have no idea who this man is. You just see a seriously injured cat demon in a torn suit, and feel the need to help.

"Get away from me," he snaps as you reach for him. "I'll be fine."

Perhaps you're too naive and caring, but you can't just leave him here. Against his protests, you help him to his feet and bring him to a local motel. It's a shithole of a place, but it's your closest option for getting him off the street. There, you do what you can with the hotel's supplies to bandage his wounds. He isn't exactly friendly during the whole encounter, but he does mutter "thanks" before falling asleep, so at least there's that. You sleep on the motel's couch - the bed is big enough, but sharing it doesn't seem right. You stay there with him for a few days, nursing his wounds and keeping him company. He doesn't share much about who he is, staying distant and curt the whole time, but he also never tries to hurt you or ask for anything shady. After a few days, you wake up tucked into the bed, and he's nowhere to be found.

It takes you a few days to find out that you just rescued the Overlord in charge of casinos and gambling rings in Pentagram City, and that some major crime groups are not happy with you. They wanted that bastard out of the way for much longer than that. What kind of idiot would take care of a greedy scumbag like him?! Any associate of the Gambling Demon is just as good dead as he is. They may not have used deadly force this time, but anyone with enough money and influence can get hold of angelic weaponry...

You learn all this when one of his mouse henchmen finds you and delivers you a letter explaining the situation.

"Now that they think you're working with me, you're not safe. Let me return the favor. Come stay with me at this address, let me protect you, and maybe you'll stand a chance.

-Overlord Husk"

[theeyebrowexpress]

There’s this consistent trend I see in Hazbin fan content where it’s popular to portray Angel as beautiful, dainty, needy, and wanting to be saved. Meanwhile Husk is essentially the tall and forceful knight in shinning armor, whisking Angel off his feet and always being there to rescue him.

I’m not saying this is always bad- it’s cute! It’s fun, but because it is such a common trope within this fandom, I feel compelled to ask if that’s what we think of Husk and Angel.

Do we think of Angel as a damsel in distress? The eight foot tall mobster spider? The “I can handle myself, baby,” guy? The one who grew closer to Husk through a combination of respect and blood?

Angel needs help, but he does NOT want to be rescued. His femininity being used as a reason to pity him and see him as weak is exactly what he would hate and borders on a disturbing view of femme presentation as a whole.

Husk, on the other hand, is 1. Not tall 2. Not a knight in shining armor 3. Not always going to be the one doing the saving.

Literally gets saved in episode four by Angel before they end up fighting back together! They’re good for one another, they’re friends, they’re partners.

They’re losers on equal footing in this point in their life. Whittling them down to the expected stereotyped of masculine and feminine personally rubs me the wrong way, especially since I feel Hazbin Hotel excels at going against those exact types of expectations.

Obviously continue to have fun and make the content you want to see, I’m some dickhead online, i wrote this out as a way to vent from the feelings surrounding all of this. See yah.

[anime-owo-kage-san]

Husk rescuing Angel from Valentino or pretty much any danger in general is still my favorite —incredibly common but still favorite— huskerdust trope. Especially, him (whether in comics or in fanfics) carrying Angel in his arms and flying to safety —Aaaah! 🥺 That’s a whole fluffy dessert for me!

I try to find and read every fanfic and comic I see (AU or canon-divergent), especially the ones where Husk wins Angel’s contract from Valentino.

I know Angel Dust shouldn’t be subjected to being a damsel in distress, because there is more to his character. But, like… come on. While the sweet thing doesn’t really need protection, he needs to feel and know somebody will do it anyway.

Ofc, this is just my craving in fanworks.

As for canon and what I actually want to see happen in the show, to get Angel free from his contract:

1.) Angel shoots/stabs/etc. Val from the fucking front (with some slight hesitance because he technically ruined his clean-streak for doing it).

Oooor, what I like better, bc it involves Huskerdust:

2.) Husk invites both Angel and Valentino somewhere private, to make a bet through poker.

Husk: “One round of poker. You lose, Angel’s soul no longer belongs to you. You win, you get to keep his contract.”

Angel panics and tries to knock some sense into Husk, even though Valentino is disinterested in the whole thing and was going to say no anyway, but plot twist ——>

Angel: “Do I have to slap the fucking White Knight Syndrome outta ya!? I told ya, ya crazy motherfucker! I can handle myself!”

Husk: *smiles* “I know.” *hands Angel his the deck of cards* “Which is why I’m letting you, handle this. Go win your soul back, Legs.”

Angel: *shocked* “B-But that’s even worse! I only beat you, like… once in this game!”

Husk: “And you only need to beat Valentino once too. I know you can do it. But, if you think you can’t, well….” *smirks* “That’s why I’m here.”

Angel: “What do you mean…?”

Husk: “Since you suck at valuing yourself so much, I thought of giving you a better motivation to work with.”

Angel: “Better motivation…?”

Husk: *turns to Valentino* “There’s more; if you win, you not only get to keep Angel, but you get to have my soul too.”

Angel: “HUSK!”

Valentino: “HA! And why would I want the soul of a old rundown alley cat?”

Husk: “My soul is owned by Alastor. Imagine what Vox would think, about the idea of Alastor losing one of his souls to you.”

Angel: “Does Smiles know about this deal yer makin’ right now!?”

Husk: “Yes, he does. And he agreed to it.”

Valentino: *still disinterested* “Not convinced, gatito. You’re still not rubbing me the right way~”

Husk: “I’m not done. I’m not like any other soul, he owns.”

Valentino: “Mmhmm…”

Husk: “I have some information on why he disappeared for seven years. Not the complete context, but it’s still a big secret he definitely wouldn’t want any other overlords to find out about.”

Valentino: “Oh? Well, now that’s interesting. Voxxy would be pleased to hear anything about the radio demon.”

Angel: “Okay, does Smiles know about THAT!?”

Husk: “Hm? Nope. I’m completely fucked if he finds out I told the Vees what I know. He’ll definitely tear my soul apart and broadcast my screams longer than anyone else’s….”

Valentino: “I take it you want protection?”

Husk: “No. Not necessary. If my soul gets handed off to you, and I give you the needed information, you’re not obliged to protect me.”

Valentino: “Now you’re talking my language, gatito~ Game on. Come Angel! Prepare to lose your little boyfriend over here.”

Angel: *ignores Val and grabs Husk by the shoulders* “Husk! We’re leaving now! I don’t want anything horrible to happen to you!”

Husk: “And nothing will happen to me. I know you can do this. Or…. Am I being too full of myself to think you’d give your all for me?”

Angel: “Wh-What…?”

Husk: “I get it. We may be getting used to each other, but I’m not all that important enough to you!”

Angel: “Bullshit!” *grabs him by the suspenders* “You go through so much for my sake! What makes you think I won’t do the same!? I’d go through this hell twice, just to repay all the times you had to deal with me!”

Husk: *smiles softly and places a hand on his cheek* “Then go win this game, Legs.”

(Basically, instead of rescuing Angel himself, Husk tricks Angel into finally getting out of his contract, by putting his own life on the line).

[jacksdinonuggets]

Teasing

Summary: Alastor teases vaggie about being small and she is not happy about it. It makes her feel upset and she begins to slip. Luckily, her big bro Angel is there to save her.

Inspired by literally two sentences from Chapter 53 of CrowsAce age regression book on AO3

Vaggie was sitting on a couch in the lobby, hunched over paperwork. She wanted Charlie to take a break from a bunch of hell work that she needed, and offered to take care of it. Luckily, It wasn’t stressing her out too much. If anything, it made her feel bored. But she pushed those bored feelings away and tried to focus on the papers in front of her. 

While she was working, she unconsciously put her thumb in her mouth and began chewing and sucking on it. She hadn’t even realized she was doing it, being too engaged in the paperwork in front of her.

“My, My, Shouldn’t you be using a pacifier instead of your thumb, dear?” Alastor teleported before her, making her jump and pull the thumb out of her mouth. She had just realized what she had been doing.

“Shut up, Alastor, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Vaggie tried playing dumb.

“Of course you do, darling! You were just sucking on your thumb like the dumb little baby you are,” Alastor teased. Usually, vaggie liked being lightly teased when small. When Big, it was a bit annoying but coming from Alastor, it felt like an insult. 

“Can you please leave me alone?” Vaggie asked, irritated. She didn’t even know how Alastor found out. She made sure to only regress in front of the others, not him. He was the worst and she hated his guts. She knew that if he ever found out, he would make fun of her. And that she was right.

“I cannot, Leaving little ones alone is never good!” He said. He knew what he was doing. And he was having a grand ol time doing it

“Shut the fuck up, Al!” Vaggie yelled at him. She was getting really pissed now.

“Oh my, you seem a bit cranky. Does the baby need a diaper change?” 

“I told you to leave me alone!” Vaggie was blushing slightly from the comment. Not because she needed one, but mainly because she was still slightly embarrassed that she used them when little.

“That’s no way to talk to your elders, Vaggie, dear. Do you want me to take away dessert? It’s not like you need it anyways…” He whispered that last part but she still heard it. She had unconsciously whimpered, slipping a little.

“Oi, Smiles, Leave ‘er alone!” Angel walked up to him, seeming pretty pissed. He was sitting at the bar, talking to husk when he heard him talking to her. He wasn’t going to intervene because he still saw vaggie as a stone cold bitch but then he realized that she was getting upset. He didn’t want Alastor to ruin her regression, so he stepped in.

“Ah, the crackhead to the rescue,”

“Come on, Vags, you can do that paperwork lat’a,” Angel dust lightly grabbed her hand and started to pull her away from the living room area. He could sense she was starting to slip too.

Angel walked her to the nursery room and locked the door behind them, hoping Alastor would have enough decency to not follow them. It pissed him off that Alastor was practically bullying Vaggie. Clearly, she didn’t want to be teased by him, yet he continued. That’s technically being a bully. 

He noticed a couple of tears leaking out of Vaggie’s eyes. His face softened and he moved closer to her.

“Hey, what’s wrong, Sweetie?” Angel asked, putting one set of hands on her small shoulders.

“I am jus a dumb baby…” She mumbled. Angel sighed, he wished that Alastors words hadn’t gotten to her yet.

“Hey, yer not a dumb baby. Yeah, maybe a baby at some times, but yer the cutest one ever. Charlie and Carmilla would agree,” He placed his hands on her cheeks and began to wipe away some tears.

Vaggie immediately wrapped her small arms around him, giving him a big hug. 

“F’ank’s Angie,” She mumbled into his stomach. Yes, she is that short. 

“Yer welcome, Vags. Wanna baba or sippy?” He asked, knowing she’d be a little dehydrated from crying. And the fact that he hadn’t seen her drink any water that day.

“Baba, p’ease,” She replied. He lifted her up and carried her by his hip with two arms while the other’s made the bottle with ice water. Once he was done, he held it up to her lips.

“Lean yer head back a bits fer me, kay?” He told her. She leaned a little bit back and began to drink the water. It was nice and soothing against her scratchy, dehydrated throat. 

Angel took care of Vaggie for the rest of her regression time. Feeding her, changing her, playing with her, anything a caregiver would do, he did it too. He would lightly tease, but made sure Vaggie was okay with it beforehand. Maybe Angel would become one of her approved babysitters.

[souurcitrus]

In my universe, Earth-18104, the X-Men had three schools in different times, the Xavier Mansion changed names every time a new "era" started, according to the story and the events of that time.

The story of the Xavier Institute is based in the comics and influenced by other events of this universe, that are based in other medias like the movies and comics, and don't follow the time-line of the comics in a precise way, because I wanted to give this universe a more real feeling of time passing slowly and the characters aging different from each generation.

So... yeah, some characters are older or younger than they are in the comics.

Here are some of the students that were enrolled in each school. And here the list of other groups of young superheroes.

• Xavier Institute for Gifted Young People (1972 - 1999)

The first school, of course, when Xavier still had to keep his and his students' identities a secret. People believed it was just a private school, even thought it had only a very few students, at first.

The first students were the original X-Men of 1972, trained by Xavier, Magneto, Mystique, Mastermind, Moira MacTaggert and Destiny (based on the movie X-Men First Class):

• Armando Muñoz / Darwin (16)

• Suzanne Chan / Sway (17)

• Vienna Adamsen / Petra (16)

• Sean Cassidy / Banshee (20)

They later all went to Muir Island to train with Moira, after Xavier suffered the injury that let him paralyzed.

In 1989, Xavier trained the second X-Men, the Original Five or X-Men '92:

• Jean Grey / Marvel Girl (17)

• Scott Summers / Cyclops (16)

• Bobby Drake / Iceman (15)

• Warren Worthington III / Angel (17)

• Henry McCoy / Beast (18)

Later in 1995, Lorna Dane / Polaris (20) and Alex Summers / Havok (17) joined the team.

At the same time, Moira had her own team if X-Men in Muir Island, trained by Petra, Sway and Darwin:

• Christopher Bradley / Bolt (14)

• Gabriel Summers / Vulcan (13)

• James Madrox / Multiple (16)

• David Haller (17/18)

In 1996 Kitty Pryde / Sprite (13), Alison Blaire / Dazzler (16), Gailyn and Joseph Grey / Shatter-Box (10) joined the school. And in 1997, it was Rogue (17) and Ruth Aldine / Blindfold (17).

*Shatterbox are minor characters in the comics. Blindfold is older than her counterpart in the comics, and acts as a mentor and counselor to the next students.

In 1997/1999, the Xavier Institute was turned into a real school, and thought he did not wanted to put more children in danger, Xavier created a new team of X-Men, the New Mutants:

• Illyana Rasputin / Magik (13)

• Xuân Cao Manh / Karma (15)

• Danielle Moonstar / Mirage (16)

• Sam Guthrie / Cannonball (16)

• Roberto da Costa / Sunspot (15)

• Rahne Sinclair / Wolfsbane (15)

• Amara Aquilla / Magma (15)

• James Proudstar / Warpath (14)

• Douglas Ramsey / Cypher (12)

• Warlock

* Illyana Rasputin was 6 years old before joined, however, after her time in the Limbo, she came back to her world as a 13 years old teenager. James Proudstar was brought to the school by his older brother after leaving the Hellions. And Jonh Proudstar never fucking died.

In 1999, Banshee and Emma Frost took care of a new class of mutants, the Generation X:

• Paige Guthrie / Husk (17)

• Angelo Spinosa / Skin (16)

• Jubilee (17)

• Monet St. Croix / Penance (17)

• Claudette and Nicole St. Croix / M (9)

• Jonothon "Jono" Starsmore / Chamber (18)

• Everett Thomas / Synch (17)

These kids were gathered and chosen as X-Men after being rescued from the Phalanx, however Clarice Ferguson / Blink (14) was lost after destroying the enemy and was only found years later. Not by the X-Men.

In 2000/2001, Apocalypse was awaken from his slumber and the X-Men fought against him and his Horsemen. In 2004, the Infinity Gaulent arc happened, and half of the universe was gone (Like in Avengers: Endgame), and only restaured in 2010.

The people turned to dust in this break of time didn't aged.

• Xavier Institute for Higher Education / Xavier Academy (1997 - 2004) and (2010 - 2017)

After these events, the Xavier Institute changed names again. Xavier, Jean Grey, Emma Frost, Hank McCoy, Logan and Scott Summers were the ones in charge.

The mansion was had more of a structure to resemble a real school, and even had a student body, more classes, etc.

In school year of 2011/2012 (September to june) the events of E is for Extinction and Riot at Xavier's took place. The students at the time were:

• Angel Salvadore / Tempest (15)

• Barnell Borhuk / Beak (15)

• Glob Herman

• Sophie, Phoebe, Irma, Celeste and Esme Cuckoo / The Stepford Cuckoos (14)

• Jebediah "Jeb" Guthrie (12)

• Melody Guthrie / Aero (15)

• Vincent Stewart / Redneck (15)

• Christian and Christine Cord / Radian and Tattoo (15)

• Quentin Quire / Kid Omega (14)

• Hong Liange (11)

• Lucy Priest / Butterfly (16)

• Carlo Brewster / Gelatin (14)

• Abraham Verne / Caput (15)

• Dana Holmes / Polymer (15)

• Alisa Tager / Cipher (11)

• Ellie Phimister / Negasonic Teenage Warhead (12)

• Kutsuna Yukio (12)

• Gabrielle and Michael Diwa / Galura and Arauto (13)

• Dean Boswell / Dummy (15)

• Martha Johansson (9)

• Ernst (10)

• Hisako Ichiki / Armor (13)

• Edward Tancredi / Wing (12)

• Quincy Marrow (14)

• Stan Finch / Silicon (14)

• Leong Cao Mạnh (11)

• Nga Cao Mạnh (11)

*Kutsuna Yukio is the version of Yukio from Deapool 2; The Stepford Cuckoos are only three years old chronologically, but aged faster, so they are 14 years old physically and mentally. Quentin Quire had just turned fourteen and lost his body, being stuck in his astral form, he couldn't age and stayed in this form for the next six years

*For the love of God, Beak and Angel didn't fucking had children. What the fuck these writers had in mind???? They're teenagers. Jeb and Melody Guthrie should be older, but they were among the victims of Infinity Gaulent.

During 2013/2014, the events of Academy X, New X-Men, and Young X-Men in 2015 took place. During this time, we had the events of M-Day, Civil War and the Stryke's attack took place.

• Jay Guthrie / Icarus; Dallas Gibson / Specter; Callie Betto / Dryad; Sofia Mantega / Wind Dancer; Phoebe, Irma and Celeste Cuckoo / The Stepford Cuckoos (16)

• Kevin Ford / Wither; Hisako Ichiki / Armor; Julian Keller / Hellion; Sooraya Qadir / Dust; David Alleyne / Prodigy; Noah Crichton / Hydro (15)

• Cecily Kincaid / Mercury; Santo Vacarro / Rockslide; Kutsuna Yukio; Brian Cruz / Tag; Sidney Green / Onyxx; Laura Kinney; Edward Tancredi / Wing; Nick Shelley / Flubber; Laurie Collins / Wallflower; Noriko Ashida / Surge; Josh Foley / Elixir; Eric Gitter / Ink; Maxwell Jordan / Quill (14)

• Alisa Tager / Cipher; Megan Gwynn / Pixie; Hong Liange; Paras Gavaskar / Indra; Sarah Vale / Network; Jessica Vale / Preview; Nezhno ABidemi / Gentle; Lazaro Kotikash / Kidogo; Alani Ryan / Loa (13)

• Andrea Margulies / Rubber Maid; Ben Hamill / Match; Mark Sheppard / DJ; Victor Borkowski / Anole; Jeffrey Garrett (12)

• Ernst; Roxy Washington / Bling!; Martha Johansson; Nick Gleason / Wolf Cub; Hope Abott / Trance; Carl Aalston / Rain Boy (11)

Like in the comics, some of these characters lost their powers and died, with a few exception surviving and leaving the role as X-Men. The few that survived and kept their powers after M-Day stayed and then later moved to Utopia/Genosha.

After this, the Xavier Institute was destroyed and the Graymalkin Lane was left empty until 2018. In 2017, with the return of Hope Summers, a new group of X-Men was formed in Utopia, the Lights, though they did not resided at the Institute.

• Hope Summers (15)

• Gabriel Cohuelo / Velocidad (16)

• Laurie Tromette / Transonic (17)

• Teon Savko / Primal (15)

• Idie Okonkwo / Oya (13)

• Kenji Uedo (19)

Hope Summers was born just a few years before the Lights, but since she was raised in the future she is 14 years old when she comes back. Later, Megan Gwynn / Pixie (16) joined the team, taking Oya's place.

After the Schim caused, the X-Men split in two. Quentin Quire had returned in a new body, but he was still 14 years old, the same age he was when he "died"

• Jean Gray School for Higher Learning (2018- )

In 2018, Wolverine went back to Westchester and rebuilt the mansion, trying to give the place the feeling of real school. The students also could only start training when they were in 9° grade and could train to be X-Men and join teams (like in Academy X) after they were in 10° grade.

He made a deal with the Shi'ar to have technology to protect the school, as long he accepted the son of Gladiator, asked to be Quentin's guardian and they had a clone of Krakoa as they grounds.

A few old students joined the school in the first year, and a few only in the second and third year. The school opened in August of 2018.

(This list of students include some of my OCs, since I'm writing a fanfic that happens in the Jean Grey School)

• Hisako Ichiki / Armor; Julian Keller / Hellion; Gabrielle and Michael Diwa / Galura and Arauto (19)

• Cecily Kincaid / Mercury; Santo Vacarro / Rockslide: Kutsuna Yukio; Ellie Phimister / NTW; Noriko Ashida / Surge; Eric Gitter / Ink (18)

• Alisa Tager / Cipher; Hong Liange; Paras Gavaskar / Indra; Nezhno ABidemi / Gentle (17)

• Cam Long / Tiger; Aura Charles / Aurora; Crosta (16)

• Ben Hamill / Match; Victor Borkowski / Anole; Iara dos Santos / Shark Girl; Roxy Washington / Bling!; Martha Johansson / Cerebela; Zane Yamaguchi / Juggernaut 2; Hope Abott / Trance; Carl Aalston / Rain Boy (15)

• Idie Okonkwo / Oya; Prince Kubark / Gladiator; Trevor Hawkins / Eye-Kid; Charge OC; Julian Creed / Menace OC (14)

• Evan Adel / Genesis; Jiang Mei, Sprite (13/14); Hunter Creed / Rescue OC (12/13); Broo

*Broo is only five months old, Evan is a clone so he aged faster than the Cuckoos, chronologically he was "born" a few months before being enrolled. The school was never moved to Manhattan like in the comics.

Later, Huang Lin / Nature Kid; Michela Ladak; Joseph and Josephine Bricklemoore / Tri-Joe and Squid Girl joined the school.

Even after the death of Wolverine in 2021 and the creation of Krakoland in 2023, the school stayed open, and the X-Men hope it stays this way for many years.

[randomly--accessed--memories]

I'm thinking about other scenes from the show and where Vox might fit into them. Specifically I'm thinking about when Cherri took the crew to the bar. Now, should Vox go to the club? Probably not, but Charlie dumped some cash on Cherri and ran. I don't remember where Al was during that episode but assuming he disappeared to do whatever before Charlie left, the hotel crew is left with a choice, bring Vox to the club or leave someone behind to babysit, and nobody wants to do that.

Angel almost chooses to, not because he wants to, but because he's trying to be a better person, but Cherri convinced him to just bring Vox along.

The rest still happens like in the show, Niffty goes running up to Valentino (side note, anybody else think it's funny Val chose to go to a club named Consent?) and Angel still has to rescue her. Val still slaps Angel around and Husk still comforts Angel, but as they're walking away, Husk pulls Vox along with them from where he was standing. Maybe puts an arm around his shoulders because it's the easiest way to steer him, and that's when Valentino sees him. Vox is here, and he either didn't see him or didn't recognize him, and now he's leaving with a washed up ex-overlord and Val so desperately wants to chase after them, see if Vox remembers him and will come back with him, but he knows it'll make a scene. Vox is anonymous with the hotel crew, the Vees have been keeping him secret and if Val goes to him it's inevitable that a photo will be all over social media in the next 10 minutes. Val can still hear Vox lecturing him, back in the day, about not making stupid decisions that ruin their brand.

So Valentino just has to stand there and watch as Vox leaves, and there nothing he can fucking do about it. And then to add insult to injury Niffty still yanks out his fluff.

Ok I gave you angst, now someone give us the silly, what does drunk Vox do in the club?

Oh jeez... Val's just like "...Is this that instant karma thing Vel told me about" internally. Also, the fucking horror at realizing he didn't even recognize Vox between the club lights, his bad eyes, and Vox's new look. I had been imagining that he switched to the retro head while he was still at the tower, but the idea that he did that after Alastor took him, probably at Alastor's direction so he'd be less recognizable and more to Al's own tastes...

Vox can't drink alcohol, but he can absorb battery acid. He's not the only screen-head in Hell, so the bartender might have to dig around for it, but would probably be able to find something for him to imbibe. He'd keep trying to go inside the club lights or the music system and the crew has to keep pulling him back. As soon as they take their eyes off him though, he's trying to do it again, partially with Cherri's prompting (she thinks it's funny and wants to see him get kicked out of the club). He's getting better at not frying things, but by the time they leave, most of the electronics in the club are on their last leg.

Also, Pentious would be trying the whole time (and mostly failing) to pretend he's not friends with Vox since Cherri hates him so much. Vox doesn't understand why he's doing that and is a bit hurt, but when Pentious pulls the whole "I'M HAVING SEX WITH EVERYBODY!" thing, he'd make sure he doesn't get dragged off by the crowd (it's my AU, I get to rewrite the poorly thought-out canon scenes!), which makes Pentious feel like the biggest asshole for having ignored him all night.

[istadris]

Some thoughts and theories after watching Hazbin Hotel :

Thoughts :

All in all, I think that compared to its premise, the show was...mild ? I feel like the season could have benefited a lot from more episodes to help flesh out the characters. Each main protagonist and antagonist just got one episode before we rush to the final episode battle and I feel it wasn't enough to care about them. Take Charlie's demon lambs Razzle and Dazzle. They're barely present on screen, their names are only given a couple of episodes before the end and I don't even know if it was Razzle or Dazzle who was killed...so I have trouble having any emotional emotion to his death apart from "aw shucks, I guess"

Likewise, the cannibal colony episode felt very rushed. In one episode everyone is introduced and then rallies to Charlie. At least with Carmilla we got a previous episode where her character, motivations and agenda was fleshed out before she was brought back in the last episodes.

The Vees better play an important role in next season. In this one they just show up, establish a conflict, and then...do nothing ? Velvette claims to have an attack plan+ knows Carmilla is hiding something but doesn't do anything with it, Vox has it out for Alastor but only watches from his couch the final battle...at least Valentino's conflict with Angel is clearly established and further clarified with his following interactions.

All in all, I feel like the antagonistic songs (Stayed Gone, Respectless, Hell' Greatest Dad, You Didn't Know) were more catchy and entertaining than the rest. With some exceptions. But maybe I'm just a sucker for villain songs or duets where each character fights. But Charlie's songs felt ...okay at best. Not for the lack of good singing from the actress, far from that. They mostly felt like the rug could be swept from under her feet at any time, while in comparaison Alastor's songs always felt like he owned every single second of them.

Ah, Alastor. My beloved. He's by far the most entertaining part of this show, partly because he's staying relevant in every single episode (while Angel Dust, Husk and Sir Pentious fell a bit in the background after their one-episode arc), and also because in a story where everyone's motives and goals are clear and for all to see, he remains a complete enigma. How much of his behaviour is him actually caring for Charlie and how much of it is him playing everyone like pawns for his goals ? It's a constant guessing game and it keeps you on your toes.

Charlie could definitely use more moments where she doesn't end up being "rescued" in one way or the other. Sure, they acknowledged that her kindness was a powerful weapon by inspiring others to die for her cause...but even when she gets angry at Adam, or shows him mercy after beating him, something comes along and takes away her moment of glory. Hope she gets better.

Vaggie best girl though. I totally relate to how she wants to protect Charlie from everything.

But for real, people devoted to hating on every single aspect of the show ...could do better with their time. Why are you so mad at everything. It's not that serious.

And now for the theories :

I think Alastor's contract is held by Lillith and it involves not being able to talk about her disappearance, but also depowering him a lot. He implies strongly that his own smile is a way to hide his own weaknesses, and while he's still strong enough to crush small-time sinners, threaten Husk (who's bound to him by his own deal) and frizz Vox' signal, I think he couldn't repeat his Overlord massacre from before. Which he is very careful to not let anyone know about; presenting instead the façade of the all powerful Radio Demon.

I think his real reason to help Charlie is because he knows Lillith is hiding in Heaven. Either Charlie managed to redeem Sinners, which gives him a way to plant spies inside and gather intel, or she goes to war against Heaven; if she wins , she manages to break the doors to Heaven (and Alastor can get inside), but if Heaven is forced to take a stand, Lillith has to intervene.

In every case, Alastor is winning.

And in the meantime, Alastor is also carefully grooming Charlie into a leader (and the heir to the throne of Hell). Her powers are growing with her confidence and Alastor is playing the long game, carefully waiting for the moment he can take advantage of that power. He already has a favor; I'm ready to bet it's for Charlie to break her contract.

His breakdown at the end of the season is hard to decipher...but in my opinion, it's mostly that he realizes how high the stakes are : he almost died to Adam, all in the name of playing Charlie's trusty ally. Was it worth it ? Does he have to keep playing the good guy when his clipped power isn't a match against Heaven's strongest ? And maybe, maybe he is growing fond of the hotel residents and is starting to freak out about that. But he soon reassures himself : it's all in the name of the long game, and once he's done fretting about these pesky feelings of friendship, nothing will get in his way.

[hazbinsandweirdos]

Astors ears hung lopsided at the snakes comeback, his brows raising slightly. Pentious usually made some huffy remark, usually lost his cool! The shade was visibly thrown off by the snake as he looked between Angel and Husk then back to the other.

Pierre was equally surprised to see the other all but ignore the shadow. Seemed he had learned something from what he had said to him though he couldn't help but notice the shades uncertainty in how to respond to such a quip.

Threatening to lose the few friends the thing had, seemed to strike a nerve Pierre hadn't realized the shade had. The creature actually looked worried he might have over stepped.

If it weren't for Pentious mentioning him, Pierre might have kept an eye on Astor but his attention was quick to lock on the previous overlord.

He hoped that Husk would make this easy. Let Pentious have his drink and let him on his way without making a fuss or some quip about him. He didn't know if they knew who Husk used to be but Pierre wasn't ready to be known as the one that got away amongst the other guests.

If Pierre had kept his eyes on Astor, however, he would have seen the shade go from visibly confused to narrowed eyes and sulking. It seemed Pentious having another person to talk to had equally struck a nerve in the shadow and he was visibly unhappy about it.

When Pierre turned his attention back on the shade, it was glaring back at him and it was in that moment, he realized it wasn't Angel he would need to worry about but himself. Astor may not realize his own feelings but he sure had a look that could kill when he was jealous.

Fur raising slightly, the flea backed up from the edge to return to his seat, hoping the shade didn't decide he was in the way of whatever he thought he had with Pentious.

He almost wanted to tell Arackniss to stop by the place just to make it visibly obvious to the creature that he wasn't after the failed inventor but he couldn't ask him to do that. He didn't need Niss to save him, he could handle Astor on his own. There were plenty of people around that could settle him down without him needing to call his boyfriend to rescue him.

He's taking a breather from the hotels group activities. He hasn't been surrounded by this many people being friendly since he's been to the BDSM lounge and they're usually there for more then words.

"I don't know how these people do this." He muttered as he guzzled back his drink.

[feralandknotted]

Once he hung up and the doctor would be on their way up Husk set his phone aside and looked over when asked. "He wants to make a deal with me. I'm going to make him and offer to transfer your contract to me, then I'm going to shred it." Husker said with a smile, not just wanting to rescue Angel but to free him.

He was glad Angel liked the little gift, he thought he could use something cute and cuddly to feel better. Husker sighed feeling tired himself after a long day and sat down on the bed. "If it comes to a fight I got some tricks up my sleeves. Hell hasn't seen me use my full power yet." He reassured Angel and was going to lay with him when there was a knock. Getting up he went over and let the pair of imps in, one being the doctor and the other a nurse that carried the supplies. Husk came back over to the bed and crawled over to sit, letting Angel rest his head on his lap while the imps treated him. They had to remove the tall sock and gave him a shot of local numbing medicine before working on making sure Angel's bones were set in place and wrapping it up in a tight splint so it could heal.

Angel sobbed into the cat-demons fur for a bit before feeling himself be lifted up. He held on tight, not expecting Husk to be able to carry him. The plush bed soothed his aching body and he wiped away his last few tears as Husk examined his leg. "Heh... Im tougher then I look." He says with a weak smile.

He watches Husk walk over to the phone, his eyes following the Overlords flicking and angry looking tail as he does so. When Husk brings the bear back to him he blushes brightly before taking it from him. He hugged it close, clearly embarrassed and feeling childish. Once Husk had finished the call Angel looks at him "Whattya gonna do? The contract can't be broken... If ya kill Val he can just get it when he pops back into hell. Or you'll have the other Vees after you since their basically suckin his dick." He lays back on the bed holding the bear to look into its face. "I really don't want to cause a turf war... I just wanna be somewhere safe and protected." He mutters a bit.

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Lust’s Last Dance | Demon AU | The Green Woman

Torture. Absolute torture without a brand or limb to sear off his body. Thus the demon of sin suffers this very cheap affliction. It must be cheap if this is what renders him utterly useless. Unable to see causes more chaos than he could ever bring to those around him. With Greed’s swift rescue it left him imbued with angel power. He still feels it coursing through his frame. Even now it could be no more than imagination but the very truth is seen. Figuratively considering!

Envy that prick! Bastard took glee in removing his eyes, marking him with his taint. There was power to it that prevented even his brother from healing him. There is something foul. Yes, he feels that in the following days. 

Sensing the oddness in the air, smelling a curious focal point of demonic energy within his father’s study, Lust moved casually. His head donned a blue scarf. Wrapped around tightly to cover his eyes or rather his empty sockets! Fuck! He oddly has an urge to itch, rub his eyelids but that would be quite grotesque. 

Still he finds it in him to sniff out this strange source of Hell. Something was opened here. What was Elijah doing? He - wanted to speak to him. Really speak to him and not allow those words prior to his leaving to bestow hatred against the man. So in his one moment of letting his veneer slip, Lust sat behind Elijah’s desk, reached for a pen and held it to paper. He huffs. Shit. Never mind doing this the human way. He cast a spell. Lifting the pen and paper in the air, it scribbled what he verbally spoke to it. 

Dear Father, 

I am an ass. A literal idiot. I do not express myself the way I should. Perhaps it has a lot to do with being used by Lucifer. Opening up is not my strong suit but that is something we have in common. I am glad you summoned me when you did. I never would have been able to reconcile with Greed, Wrath or find a family in you. It is odd to admit. While you may not enjoy the title, I have christened you father for a reason just as Connor before me. I would not have found a heavenly mother in Jesse. You brought me into your life, accepted me when you had no cause to trust me. Thank you, Elijah. Thank you my father. And no! I am not going to discuss this face to face with you. Just take the written note. Besides, you know it would be awkward for both of us.

Love your devilishly handsome son Lust Caleb

He smirked. There! Even Aiden would find this humorous.... He frowned. Aiden. His angel warrior. The one he swore his life to. The one he asked to marry him. They still have yet to announce this fully to everyone. Perhaps once things settle down but he despises the idea that Aiden calls himself responsible. How dare he even presume it! No one has given him such emotion or love. No one ever could. He is happy. Never has he been this happy as it is not meant for demons. 

Connor has it with Eli. As much as Lust still does not trust him, believes him to be exactly as Corvus himself... His brother is still happy. If only he could shake the feeling. That something is wrong there. That something is wrong here in this room. 

Lust rises up the chair. Lifting a hand, swiping it through the air, his nostrils flair. The waft of hellfire. It is here. “Father? Did you open hell?” No. He couldn’t have. Why would he-?

“Come oh sin of Lust. I must have a word.”

The demon froze. Twisting around towards the voice, he swiped claws out. Trying to feel out where they are! Right here! They were right behind him! But he touches nothing but thin air! “Who are you?! Where-!? Arghghh!” 

Caleb’s voice fades with his painful groan. A rush of heat licks at his skin, charring as it were Hell’s lava itself. He drops. Down upon his knees he falls. Upon the dirt and no longer the comfort of the Kamski household but somewhere nearby. Yes, he recognizes the smell, how the gravel feels underneath the palms of his hands where he braced. It is on the property. Here is an imprint of power. This. This is the path Corvus once walked. 

He shudders, rearing up with a hiss as footsteps move close. A pair of hands quickly cup his face, fingers sliding in a soothing caress. Eerily the calm settles over the raging demon. Lust almost purrs content. 

“There there my passionate demon. All will be well.” Her voice is honey. How charming but alarming in his ears. 

Those words echo profoundly. Who or what is this? If only he could fucking see! 

“Who are you?” he questions, alert despite her calming approach. Something feels wrong. Just as wrong as Elijah’s office. It reeks of Corvus. 

“I am someone who no longer slumbers.” Explaining only a little, she keeps her identity close just as she did opening up the window of Hell. Kamski could never know the truth of her words. What he must have to enter and face Legion. “I am Jade. A propheseer if you must.” 

Prophecies. He snorts. “You are one of Hell,” the demon hisses, tugging his head back. He rises to his feet, face to face with her and he tilts his head. Unable to see the face before him it makes this difficult. He does not recognize her voice at all. Perhaps he would not know her face. That  is troubling. If she is of Hell then-? “From whence do you come? If you say your slumber has ended?”

“I am a harbinger Oh Lust,” Jade strokes his cheek. Flicking a bit of the fabric attached to his head, she pities his loss of sight. Envy used powerful demonic energy to render it un-healing. Woeful it is. “My will is to help Elijah. I have already told him what must be done. He must face Legion.” 

Legion?! “No. He cannot face Legion!” Is she attempting to cast a trap? “What did you tell him?!” 

“It is the only way,” she seethes through teeth. “I do not come with lies and traps, Lust.” 

Does she read minds too?! “What are you?” 

“The one who rides upon scarlet beasts.” Jade places a hand upon his chest. “And has given Elijah a task to complete. Legion must be destroyed. A much simpler task than facing Corvus himself. Do you remember that time during the war? Facing Cerberus? You should have died then, Lust.” 

Lust. Lust. LUST! “My name - IS CALEB.” 

Oh the angel name. She sees. She reads it well upon him, senses his angelic power making a resurgence. That is why this offering will aide the turning of the tide and lead the to the fulfilled Armageddon. “I mentioned an offering being made to face Legion. Elijah knows this.” Her hand thrusts into the demon’s chest. Clenching fingers around his heart, he cries out in pain, grabbing onto her arm but she twists, forcing him slowly back down onto his knees. The emerald flames dance in her eyes. Mimicking those of a dragon, glory as she absorbs Lust’s essence, feeding on him. “It is you. You are the offering. A trade.”

“G-Greed....” Caleb’s voice fades with his brother, his twin as a last effort. No bond can call him forth as this parasite sucks everything out devouring him. 

“Corvus is alive,” she reveals what she will tell no one else. Revealing it to him? Well, dead men tell no tales. 

Corvus... no. NO! 

Lust drops. Weakly clinging onto her, his limbs become lax, energy sucking away. His infernal soul rips away from his body and leaves him a dead husk on the ground. No return to Hell does he make. There is nothing left to go back. He is entirely gone. 

Jade inhales, watching the glowing angel light dance upon her fingers. The last of the angel that was left inside of the demon melts into her. She turns it into poison, licking her lips after eating his soul. “Hail Corvus.” 

mentioned: @rk800isalive @creatorofclay @soulxism @lethalxarsenal @rxseguided @repliicantceo @detroitfortune @creation-is-chaos

other muse: @ajadedflame

[xradinoxinterloperx]

Angel Dust is Kidnaped! (little part of chapter of a Fanfic)

Originally written in Spanish, roughtly translated

Vaggie was stunned, at first, she didn't even know what to think about what had happened, she had tried to follow the limousine in vain to have any clue who it was. And although she first thought that it could be a rando that simply wanted to have a taste of the spider drag , she soon realized that it was most likely that it was his former boss, the Overlord Valentino, pimp and porn producer who had exploited Angel Dust his entire career and had no reputation for treating his "employees" with the greatest delicacy. Not only knowing how battered could Angel get out  of this encounters but also encouraging the  spider to fall in his old vices again, especially  drugs and crime.. Vaggie knew that the fact that Angel was a hotel guest did not settle well with the demon Overlord, perhaps the day came that he wanted to claim what was his.

She would have to organize a rescue or a way to get Angel out of there. Not that he had taken too much love from the first Client of the Hotel. From the beginning and until now it was still causing problems and not really taking the issue of redemption seriously. But even because of that brainless buffon,  Vaggie  was willing to put herself at risk and not abandon him. 

She returned to the hotel with Niffty to seek help from Alastor and Charlie. But only Husk was there attending the reception and the entrance bar. The whole return and the matter of finding out about the limo had taken a while. It was still early, Alastor and Charlie could take time to return, seeing that they would be in charge of talking with some demons of a certain importance. She was at the crossroads of having to wait or make a dangerous decision.

She did not want to get alone in the turf of an Overlord, but perhaps she had no choice but to try to solve this herself, although dialogue with that demon would result in  some kind of extortion for sure. It had been a few hours already, and When she was not yet decided on what to do, she received a call. It was from Angel Dust nothing less. Maybe she was saved the trouble to go anywhere to hear the kind of blackmail the overlord got in mind.

Before  taking the call, she noticed that on the screen that recognized Angel Dust's contact photo was not  one  she had configured. It was probably a  photo take from his porn sets, probably after some scene, where Angel was naked on his back smiling at the camera with his  legs spread, revealing more than what the demon Moth had ever wanted to see from him. she cursed the wicked spider bitch before finally answering.

Vaggie: Angel!

Angel: Hey Vaggie-doll ... - there was a lot of background noise, music and voices alike.

Vaggie Are you alright? What the fuck happened?

Angel: Well, Valentino happened.

Vaggie: I know it, don't worry, we'll find a way to get you out of there….

She  heard the laugh on Angel's the other side of the line.

Angel: Hey hey easy ... you don't have to do  shit about that, everything is going well.

  Vaggie:  What the hell do you mean !? Whethever you like it or not we will not let that guy exploit you again. We will not let you leave the hotel so easy after all the problems you gave us, you piece of shit ...

Angel: Hey, stop pissing off and listen for once, ok? They don't want me for more than the day, they offered me work and they even paid me cleanly.

Vaggie:  What!? Do you think doing porn again is going to help us with what we  are trying to do at the hotel?, are you also going to get a tattoo of the hotel in your ass to shit yourself more on us? We are gonna have to deal with you after that come pinga  Valentino  uses you again. And the things that he  makes you do… you’ll come back all  beaten and drugged again ...

Angel: Nonono babe ... Valentino is not even here ...

Vaggie paused a moment.

Angel: In fact, it seems he took his slice and left. He wants me to work yes, but its a one day thing and with other people. Velvet is still here, though. But she had been protecting me and saying that all of that new "goody" me, is what they need. She wants me to work with a friend of her, a bug-faced  old wench director named Cify.

Vaggie:  Velvet? La Velvet ...

Angel: Yes, that lady- Angel got distracted talking to someone else - oh thank you sweetheart! You are sweet-pie.

Vaggie:  Angel? And you feel a little safer with that other crazy witch, are you nuts?

Angel: Hey, whatever you think you know about ... Vilvet - Angel chewed something - I know what she is capable of and i seen her done even worse, I know that ...  she can be unstable. But it seems she wants me  in one piece ...

Vaggie: What do they want you to do?

Angel: Well nothing out of the ordinary, they want  me to fuck somebody ... in the literal sexual way I mean.

Vaggie:  Ugh ... You don't had to clarify it.

Angel: I know, I know, but where is the trap you say? ... And there doesn't seem to be one. This gal  Cify is a pretentious  professional, all that  hipster underground-artist vibe you know? she even offered me an all-detailed contract just for working this day, and you know how important those things can be down here ...

Vaggie: That's why I wouldn't trust someone like you who can hardly read to revise one ...

Angel: Auch, well, fuck you too Vaggie ...

Vaggie: Angel - Vaggie got angry again.

Angel: Hey is my damn body and I'm fine with this,capisci? At this point it is more trouble to  back down- Angel sighed annoyed- Look, If I am calling you, it is because I  don’t want  you to lose your shit and do something stupid, because I do not want to cause trouble, all you would have to do is come and pick me up at the end of the day and see that everything is ok, does it sound good to you?

Vaggie: ... -Vaggie was silent on the line, only his sighs and hesitation could be heard.

Angel: In fact, Vaggie - Angel suddenly said in a slightly weird tone - Hehe..., about what they want me to do ... Maybe I have to ask you for advice. Not that I haven't done what they are asking before, but Ah ... it was  while ago since the last time , and the way they asked me to ... Well...

Angel hesitated, as if feeling a little modesty, that puzzled Vaggie more, since Angel Dust was the most shameless and vulgar person she had ever met.

Vaggie:  ... What the hell are you talking about? - Vaggie finally replied.

Angel: Well, it's weird, they just want me to be with a girl.

[fangirlingtodeath513]

Missing Piece | @writersofdestiel weekly words prompt

Warnings: brief mentions of torture, mentions of Hell, canon-typical violence read here on AO3

The journey into Hell is a long and difficult one. Castiel loses more than a few of his brethren along the way. They’ve given their lives for a worthy cause, of course, but Castiel still mourns their loss. He knows if he returns that he and his garrison will be handsomely rewarded for bringing the Righteous Man back to life, but at what cost? Is Dean Winchester’s life really worth the lives of so many angels?

Many garrisons have attempted this rescue before Castiel’s. Adriel’s garrison had been the first, and while they’d fought their way to the gates of Hell and left the burned-out husks of demons strewn behind them, they were quickly overwhelmed by the forces protecting the gates. They’d lost some of their best soldiers from Adriel’s garrison, and the few remaining had returned with singed wings and broken bodies.

Next had been Raguel, who Michael had hand-picked for the mission. With his unique skill set, the ability to create lesser angels with nothing more than a few words of Enochian, Castiel is sure Michael had intended for Raguel and his team to overwhelm the demon masses guarding the door. They did, for the most part. The horde surrounding the gates was decimated, leaving only a few alive who quickly retreated into the depths of Hell.

Zadkiel and a hand-picked team had been next, but they were unsuccessful. Dean Winchester’s soul was being kept in the depths of Hell where no angel could see it, no doubt an attempt to shield him from being rescued. No matter. Castiel had no problem seeing souls despite their resting place, which is why his garrison was chosen to find the soul of the Righteous Man and return him to Earth.

It’s no easy feat. The number of souls spread out through Hell is nearly overwhelming, and Castiel finds himself squinting against the light even as he slashes his way through demons. Some souls have dimmed over time, twisted and blackened from their time in Hell. Others still remain as bright as the day they’d been tossed down there, still resisting the demons despite the futility of their actions. Castiel passes them all by with nothing but a mere wince of sympathy for them. If he had the opportunity, he’d rescue them all and return them to Heaven, but he has neither the authority nor the power.

Two more of Castiel’s brethren are struck down behind him and Castiel finds himself face to face with Dean Winchester. Or, rather, Dean Winchester’s soul. He should’ve known this would be the Righteous Man. His soul is still blindingly bright despite his months there, despite the scars and soot of Hell attempting to discolor it.

As he reaches for the soul of the Righteous Man, Castiel finds himself face-to-face with the very demon attempting to corrupt it.

“He’s mine!” The demon snarls, plunging a jagged knife into the soul between them. He hears the Righteous Man cry out in pain, and then Castiel’s lunging at the demon in a blind fit of rage. How dare this abhorrent pile of sulfur and fear attack the Righteous Man right in front of him?

Before he can reach the demon, it’s disappeared. Vibrating with his anger, Castiel turns and scoops the terrified soul into his hands, cradling it close to his chest as he catapults toward the surface of the Earth.

The minute his fingers touch the fragile soul in his hands, everything Castiel has never known slots into place. It’s like his eyes were opened in that very moment, and he can feel the Righteous Man’s soul reaching for his grace. Almost instinctively, Castiel allows it, allows his grace to patch the slashes and burns in the fragile man while they travel. The more they interact, Castiel’s grace healing and soothing the wounded man, the fiercer Castiel’s instinct to protect him from anyone and anything trying to harm him. He knows Heaven’s plan, of course, and he knows Dean Winchester is needed for Lucifer to finally be defeated, but there’s something that Castiel can’t put his finger on, something that makes him want to hide this warm, bright soul away from the prying eyes of angels and demons alike.

It wouldn’t be until many years later, after battles fought side by side and their fair share of apocalyptic phenomena, that Castiel would learn the term for what he’d felt that day in Hell.

Dean was the missing piece his grace—and now his very human soul—had been searching for in the many millennia of Castiel’s existence. It had taken the sacrifices of a number of angels before him, and the sacrifice of his own grace, but as Dean passes him a cup of coffee and presses a kiss to his temple, Castiel can’t summon an ounce of regret for any of it.

[mattzerella-sticks]

Overprotective, Coda to 14x13 “Lebanon” (John Winchester & Castiel centric, with Dean/Cas undertones)

When John was brought back, he thought things would be like they used to with his boys. Then Mary appeared, and he knew things were better.

Except no one is like how he remembered. The clear difference is their willingness to shelter an angel on the belief that it's 'family'. John knows family, and it begins and ends with blood. What happened while he was gone. Castiel can't remember, but he clears things up for John better than anyone else can.

           John was force-fed many things after coming back to life. His father dying at the hands of a demon in the future and had not run away like his mom said. And Sammy, whose favorite catchphrase growing up was “I’m never going to be like you, dad” was now actively hunting and enjoying it. Even Mary coming back to life was easier to swallow since he knew resurrections were possible after experiencing his own. But this – what he’s staring at now – has him choking.

           Dean was adamant John couldn’t gank the creature they’ve now taken into their Bunker. Ready to thrust the blade into its non-beating heart, John ordered a disobedient Dean to stand down. His son ignored him.

           “He’s family,” Dean said.

           John scoffed. “Is that why he attacked us?”

           He didn’t answer John’s question, casting doubtful eyes at the creature behind him. The angel – Cas his son called it, Castiel the creature corrected him – glared, struggling in his handcuffs. “He’s family,” Dean repeated, “And we’re gonna figure out what happened.”

           John didn’t trust it for a second. And Castiel mirrored his feelings. Every action of Dean’s was met with resistance and hesitance, unsure why it was left alive just a little bit longer. But Dean, Sam, and Mary vouched for it. Joked with it, when they could. Dean made a passing comment that made his stomach roil. “Been meaning to get you in cuffs someday, Cas…”

           Something must have happened from placing Castiel in the back of the car and arriving at the Bunker. Sam led it down, the creature railing furiously against him, while Dean trailed behind wearing the most miserable mask John ever saw on him. He only broke those out on special occasions, like Sam leaving them for normalcy or when John confessed his deathbed deal. John wished he imagined the tear that leaked, Dean too slow to wipe it away.

           They set it up in one of the Bunker’s many dungeons. A worn, wooden chair surrounded by holy oil and fire; comforts John believes were too comfortable for the creature. Dean wouldn’t look at him as he trudged away towards the library. Sam went with, after a few minutes verbally sparring with John – ‘There’s the kid I remember raising’. He left, Mary taking the first watch over Castiel.

           His boys figured out what happened, and as were the other problems afflicting the world, it was because of him – of John coming back to life. “The timeline was messed with by bringing dad back – as if he never left. So all of our lives were changed. Ours and everyone we ever met. Us and…”

           “And Cas,” Dean finished, voice strained as if he didn’t want to do so. “Because of one stupid wish…”

           He wanted to scream, to tell his son to screw the angel; that a creature has never made the life of any Winchester better. A creature killed his father, killed his wife, damned his youngest – why feel this much over something that’s encoded to destroy their family? John grunted only half of what he was thinking. Dean turned cold, setting dead eyes on him. When he first came back they were vibrant green, like trees in the midst of spring. Now they were barren oaks suffering through a harsh winter. “You don’t know what Cas has gone through for us… with us… how much he’s changed. How much he means to me… to us.”

           Dean stormed out of the room before John could ask how much meaning there was. He confronted Sam about it. “They’ve always had this,” he shrugged, “What did Cas call it…? A ‘profound bond’; they’re connected, and always have been since Cas rescued Dean from hell… except now he didn’t, in this timeline, so…”

           Mary was less helpful. “I had my doubts at first, but you’ve never seen the real Castiel. Watched him with our boys… with Dean. Maybe you can, if they can figure out to fix the timeline and keep you here. Then you’ll understand.” She kissed him on his cheek, leaving to relieve Dean of his post.

           There was more to the story John wasn’t seeing. And it was made exponentially confusing when he found Dean’s legal pad in the library. He just missed him, his computer still warm and papers strewn everywhere. Trying to show he was ready to be civil, he started cleaning. Written in Dean’s tiny scrawl was a list of people with their names crossed off, little blurbs written next to them.

           Charlie Bradbury – owns her own startup.

           Kevin Tran – graduated Princeton, valedictorian, NEVER PROPHET

           Jody Mills – still sheriff

           Donna Hanscum – still sheriff

           Bobby Singer – still dead

           Ellen Harvelle – dead

           Jo Harvelle – hunter; wanted

           Ash – freakin’ NASA

           Garth – arrested; poor guy

           Claire Novak – MISSING

           Jack – gone…

           CAS

           The tearstains around the creature’s name mocked him. Evidence of the disruption his reappearance caused his oldest son; the conflict warring inside Dean, the casualties all written out for John to see. Having proof of what his act of coming back did to the world, John understood the course he had to take. Saw the road signs telling him to turn off the highway in a few miles.

           Hearing Dean’s footsteps, John scurried away, dropping his list. There were other things for him to do; that needed to be done if this all ended like he was expecting it to.

           Mary wouldn’t leave them alone easily, which he anticipated. But John knew her, and waited for her bladder to give out like any middle-aged mother of two. When she told him she’d be back in less than two minutes, he nodded. Then, when he was sure Mary was far enough away, he locked the door.

           Leaving him alone with Castiel.

           “If you’re going to kill me, then by all means,” it said, “I’m getting rather tired of this.”

           “I’d like that,” John told him, “Nothing would make me happier to stick an angel blade where the sun don’t shine and watch the life drain out of you. But that wouldn’t solve anything…”

           Castiel tilted his head, squinting. “Are you under the delusion that you can get me to ‘remember’ as well?”

           “No, I know you won’t recall anything they’re asking.”

           It sighed. “I wish the others were more like you. Straightforward, cruel… everything we expected of humans. But they… they are so muddled.”

           John’s interest piqued. He stalked closer. “Muddled?”

           “It’s… how do I explain,” Castiel said, “humans give off these wavelengths that angels can pick up on. All the ones that stood guard over me, their minds were clouded with so many… feelings and opinions. And what was surprising was that many of them were about me. About things I have never experienced. The woman tried using kindness, the tallest one joked, but it was the one called Dean…”

           John frowned. “What about my boy?”

           “His longing was the strongest,” Castiel confessed, “the most confusing. So many feelings poured over me every time he entered the room – even now I feel their trace, through the thick, most likely protected walls in my prison. There was so much longing… angels are used to channeling it, but to be the cause, the center, the drive of such emotion is unheard of. It hurt. Being exposed to it for long periods of time, like in that car, caused me great pains! So I –“

           “What did you do?”

           “I shouted at him to stop! That he was out of his depth – living a fabricated lie! Angels know everything, are all-powerful. We’ve seen creation through from the very beginning; have shone in the light of God, himself. Why would they sacrifice that for humans? Why would I turn against everything I knew for one man? Angels are made to serve God not humans – not him. We’re weapons. We have no thought of friendship or love. To love a human would debase ourselves, making us no better than you.”

           Mary banged at the door, begging him to let her in and stop whatever he has planned. He can’t though. John slammed his foot on the gas pedal and hurdled down towards that shiny tunnel. Castiel confirmed a lot in his little tirade. Things John wasn’t willing to accept at first. That differed from the boys he knew and raised.

           ‘But they aren’t who I know anymore,’ he realized, ‘and honestly… I never raised them.’ He impacted their decisions like a heavy shadow hanging over them. But the qualities he saw in his boys now were nothing John had in stock. His sons became better men than him, and any choice they made was right because it was the exact opposite decision he would have come to.

           Overcome with guilt for the first time, John cried.

           Castiel shot him a withered glance. “Of course… you go and become muddled as well.”

           Wiping away the tears, John kneeled down to face Castiel at eye-level. “Listen up,” he started, “I’m only going to say this once. Now, when things get put back right, you might not remember this. Or maybe you will… who knows. Either way, I have to say this, to make things right with my boys.”

           “I don’t know why you’re so important to them, why they let a creature like you become their friend, or why my son decided to fall in love with you even though you’re clearly wearing a man like a cheap suit. And I might never know, because I don’t deserve it. The man who did, he died years ago in a fire up in Lawrence. All that was left for them was a burnt out husk of a man with nothing fueling him for revenge. Figured my boys were nothing but the same. You’re so damn lucky that’s not true.”

           He’s just a man, but it’s clear to him the terror he struck within Castiel. John continued. “I can’t wipe away all my sins, but I can try asking for forgiveness where it counts. Then maybe I’ll deserve that peace I had. But you – you’ll be here with my family. And all I can say… all I ask… is you watch over them.”

           “…What?”

           “Do what I couldn’t do for them. Protect them, show them each day that not every creature is past saving. Keep ‘em tied to their humanity.”

           “I don’t know what you are –“

           “And show Dean the love he deserves,” he whispered back, “Some nights, even back before I died, I did wonder if I robbed him of a normal life. Broke him, and that he could never work right. That’d haunt me almost as bad as Mary’s death and Sam’s affliction whenever the booze ran out. Castiel you performed a miracle and gave him a second chance. I can’t be selfish anymore. I’ve had my shot at happiness… it’s about time he has his. That they all did.”

           “This makes no sense,” Castiel shouted, fighting his chains, “Your prayers… so much grief and guilt… I can’t –“ It carried on like that, even as he spun around to leave. John opened the door.

           Mary barreled in. Eyeing a distraught Castiel, she turned to him. “What did you do?”

           “Casti… Cas and I shared a few words,” he said, “I’m gonna go speak to the boys. And Mary?”

           “Yes, John.”

           “I… I love you.” He dropped a kiss onto her, a gentle brush of their lips before slipping out into the hallway.

           He saved her for last, their goodbye too painful he wouldn’t finish what he had to if he began it there. John still had loose strings to tie up before the fabric of reality was corrected. And he had to work fast so that it wouldn’t completely unravel by the time hew as done. The world asked of him one last time, to prove that there was no one left on it that truly needed him.

           His boys were waiting. Mary was waiting. And so was his Heaven.

[theansweris-a]

I HAVE DONE IT! These are all of the children I currently consider my mains. I’ll go over and give a quick synopsis of them. Also trigger warning for mentions of violence, abuse, neglect, death, 9/11, and depression. (FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY :D)

Phantomsong (Milo) - A man with a mask that allows him to come back to life every time he dies. He has been alive for at least a hundred years with no signs of aging past 25 because of this, and is essentially immortal. He also suffers any injury he causes to other people. He could definitely be described as a grumpy old man. He is quite bitter and depressed, which can be off-putting at first, but he has a soft spot for those who are suffering. He offers support to Nemo, and tries to play with Rui when they ask him to.

Benjamin - A wooden puppet inhabited by the ghost of a child who died in a fire. He spent much of his afterlife in a crystal ball before he was sent out into the forest, where he met Phantomsong and Amaranthus, then Daly. He very much acts his age. He is playful, and enjoys spending time with the others. He has a fear of fire.

Rui - A child born with a birth defect that causes them to have no gender. While they don’t quite understand what this means right now as they are only 11 years old, it does have a few consequences, like the inability to have children. They are only 2′9″ currently. Despite loss of their mother, mistreatment from their father, and the experience of being a test subject at The Lab, they still behave like a child. They are innocent and enjoy activities such as playing pretend and listening to stories being read to them. Their favorite treat is milk and cookies, and they are close to Pawn and Andrew.

Andrew - A serial killer who paints murals with the blood of his victims. He is a talented artist who has struggled for years to care for himself and his sister, and then to rescue her from The Lab before becoming a test subject himself. He is quite cunning and sneaky, able to get away with murder with practiced ease. He considers himself the best of the best, and often abuses Pawn for his own enjoyment. He has not yet been caught, but with his high body count it’s likely that if he does he will be sentenced to life in prison, if not worse.

Pawn - A quiet book lover. He grew up at an orphanage, where he stayed until he went to The Lab as essentially a sacrificial lamb. He was roomed with Rui in the Human Testing Facility (HTF) until their escape 2 years after they had arrived. He often seems quite sad, and this may be the case, but most of the time this is simply his resting face. He’s a mystery fanatic, and has an incredibly close relationship with Rui and Andrew, although he is often abused by the latter. He is levelheaded and intelligent, though prone to staying quiet about his opinions with Andrew.

Bubble Tea - Experiment BBL734, made with the DNA of an axolotl. He was created missing his right arm and with some issues in the flesh on his face that required it to be stitched up. Due to his ability to regenerate limbs, he was a favorite to test on in the Genetic Experiment Testing Facility (GETF). He was quickly helped to escape. He is slightly reserved, but for the most part cheerful. He loves helping people and the color pink. His favorite food is bread. He has a pet cat named Derrick, a robotic arm, and sleeps in a basket in the living room of the safehouse.

Answer (Ansera) - An angel assigned to run a safehouse for escapees of a lab. Also my persona. She is extremely shy and timid, and it shows in her wing size. She speaks very quietly and in a high-pitched voice. She is very young for an angel, only a thousand or so years old, but has already fought in many battles against the demon armies of Hell. Because she showed herself to be an anxious soul, she was removed from this position and place in one that is much safer. She is currently in a relationship with Amaranthus.

Amar (Amaranthus) - A ghost who is one of the victims of 9/11. Though he can fly, he prefers to walk on the ground. Before he remembered his life, he went by Daly, an emotionless husk who only mimicked others. Now his true personality shows: a happy, although somewhat high-strung, man with a love of flowers. A second, more malevolent being also makes its home inside his body, although he is much more able to control it now. He is currently in a relationship with Answer.

Eli - An oblivious and dorky lemur. He is clumsy and quirky, and has a horrible singing voice. Unlike all of the other residents of the safehouse, he came from an alternate dimension. There he worked as a waiter at a cafe, though he wasn’t really good at it, but here he simply stays at the house. He’s very optimistic, to the point of almost being annoying. In fact, he is annoying to a few of the residents, mainly Phantomsong. He has a close relationship with Nemo.

Nemo - Experiment HOH655, made with the DNA of a rat. Soon after he was created and tests were first run on him in the GETF, he developed a deep depression. He would not fight back at all against tests, barely ate, and would almost always be found in a corner in his cell. Because of this he was moved to the Voluntary Testing Facility (VTF). Here he was subjected to tests in which his hands and ears were removed and replaced with blades. One was put into his tail and his mouth was stitched shut. After undergoing these as well as many other tests which no other experiment was experiencing, he escaped to the safehouse. His stitching has since been removed. As he’s had time to recover, he is quite extroverted and jokes around with Eli quite a lot, but his depression persists, as well as the anxiety caused by all of the different tests. He relies on Song to vent about his depression, and every day tasks are a challenge for him due to his blades.

Gizmo - Modified Laboratory Assistant (Labbie) C7KK3E, made from the DNA of The Lab’s owner, Dr. Baxtor himself. Also the twin of Dick. He is incredibly bubbly and talkative, very childlike in demeanor. He enjoys traditionally feminine activities such as cooking, sewing, and playing dressup. But don’t be fooled by his cute exterior. He lacks the ability to feel fear, sympathy, or empathy in any way. As a Labbie, he was required to participate in the execution of tests on subjects in the VTF, however he was responsible for the deaths of at least a few of them due to sometimes behaving in a sloppy and sadistic manner. He takes joy in causing suffering to others, and will kill rabbits for fun while at the safehouse. He is one of the two Labbies who helped with the tests performed on Nemo, and felt no sympathy watching his friend be executed before his eyes.

Katie - Modified Laboratory Assistant (Labbie) P9OQ8Z, made from the DNA of a cat. She is quite kind and intelligent, often acting like an older sister to Gizmo and Dick. She is not one to get angry easily, but when she does it’s for a legitimate reason. She has a crush on Pawn and is learning to read from him. She was one of the two Labbies who helped with the tests performed on Nemo.

Pepper (Parepanama) - A guardian ghost who inhabits Phantomsong’s mask. He is the one who causes the mirrored injuries on him and revives him when he has died. He also wipes the memories of those who saw him dead. He thinks of himself as a babysitter to Song, and the two often banter with one another when no one else is around.

Dick (Richard) -  Modified Laboratory Assistant (Labbie) K7JN0M, made from the DNA of The Lab’s owner, Dr. Baxtor himself. Also the twin of Gizmo. He was quickly found to be blind, but as Baxtor did not want to eliminate what was essentially his child, he kept him as his own assistant. Dick resents his father and brother for what they have done. He would rather spend his time alone, but sticks around Katie and Gizmo because they are, after all, supposedly his friends. He often feels cut off from the world due to not being able to see or feel things with his hands. His face marking has the ability to switch between a question mark, exclamation mark, and ellipses.

Miles Harrison - A short, pale, noodle of a boy. Originally a DanganRonpa OC, the Ultimate Puppeteer, still used as one from time to time. He is physically weak, having trouble lifting even a gallon of milk, and only about 5 feet tall. He has been picked on for a long time, and that combined with his stature make him incredibly wary of everything. He acts aggressive when spoken to, even if the speaker is being friendly towards him as he is suspicious of any and all approaching him, and never lets his guard down. But if you get to know him, he acts more like a tsundere than anything. He has an aptitude for performing using puppets, and in the DanganRonpa universe often put on shows for children using them. His favorite is a cat named Butterscotch, and the hat he wears has significant value to him.

Lester - A mutant from far in the future, after the apocalypse. In this time mutants such as him are hunted down and executed for entertainment. Dead mutants are sent to their own afterlife where they still experience the effects of their death, but they are safe. Lester’s mutations include an extra arm on his back and an extra eye on his forehead, but the most prevalent one is the fact that he is a literal giant, at 7′10″. Despite his large size, he is incredibly sweet. He is mentally handicapped, and stuck at the age of about 3 or 4, but that just makes him all the more precious. He is naive, without a mature understanding of the world, and quick to befriend anyone he encounters, and enunciates all of his words. As he was executed via drowning, he is constantly dripping wet and fears any other water. He has a teddy bear named Sir Arthur, after the protagonist of the stories that the normal who was hiding him when he was captured would read to him. He believes that bandaids are magic things that can heal all injuries.

Lu - An albino teenage girl living during the zombie apocalypse. She has been mistreated her whole life, by her mother and her peers. As such she is incredibly insecure, and hates her appearance, so she crossdresses to help curb her discomfort. She also lost her right eye in an incident with a zombie when she was 11, but has a bionic one now thanks to her twin brother and his science club. She isolates herself from people and doesn’t often interact with them of her own free will, and if she is feeling down on herself she will not eat. She acts cold towards most people, and will rush into a fight if provoked. She also rushes into many situations without thinking first, which has resulted in serious, long-lasting consequences before. She is sensitive to teasing and criticism, and will avoid situations in which she would likely be subjected to these when she can. She tries to hide her emotions, among other things, from people, especially positive ones. It’s difficult to get her to trust you completely. But if you can get her to be your friend, she will defend you with her life. She is incredibly strong physically, though this is the only good trait she sees in herself. She is addicted to chocolate milk and keeps a collection of small toys, change, and food on her at all times.

Wow this took a long time. Anyway these are my babies, if you do want more information feel free to ask! I also have a boatload of other OCs that I could draw, but for now I think this is good unless you want to see them.