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tired-truffle · 2 months ago

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Even the Gods Cry For Us

A Viktorxfem!reader fic

Chapter Word Count: 4.6k

Part 12/17

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"You love him despite the burden of Atlas resting on his shoulders, and he loves you despite the death still clinging to your lips, and the blood drying at its corners. What a pair you make." - The greatest lovers in hell // L.H.Z

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Husk greeted you at the entrance, surprise in the raise of his brows as he realized who approached so late at night. You’d waved, giving him a small smile, before slipping past him and into the quiet commune. Darkness had descended, and most had gone to bed as you traversed through the sleepy streets on your way towards your room.

The sharp trill of anxiety flickered at the back of your throat, the floating sparks pulsing sporadically. How were you supposed to explain this to Viktor? It wasn’t like he was your minder, but disappearing with nothing more than a note hadn’t been the kindest option. You also hadn’t been in your right mind, to be fair, but that didn’t make it feel any better.

You’d hoped to sneak into the safety of your room without incident, but as you entered the spherical building, you were only given seconds to prepare before you were swept into awaiting arms, pulled tight against soft robes and the hard planes of Viktor’s chest. Pine and a metallic tang surrounded you, lulling you into a state of calm as you leaned against him, using the last of your strength to keep your knees from buckling.

His breath tickled the top of your head as he buried his face in your hair, sighing like years of strife had rolled off his shoulders. Had he always been that tall, or had the enhancements added height?

“Please, do not do that again, miláčku.” Muffled as his words were, you didn’t miss the slight waver in his voice.

“I won’t,” you said, equally as muffled.

With great effort, Viktor pulled himself away, his hands gripping your shoulders tightly as he held you at arm's length. His eyes were bloodshot and swimming with concern for you, terrified for your safety. Guilt reared its ugly head, making your gut roil and your palms clammy. Your sparks migrated slowly towards him, buzzing happily as they bobbed.

“Are you angry with me?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

His nostrils flared and he tightened his grip on your shoulders. “Furious,” he said and you blanched, unsure of how to respond other than to get on your knees and beg his forgiveness. But this was Viktor and he had no interest in grovelling. “Though I am grateful to see you returned more than anything else. I…worried I’d lost you. Whatever anger I feel will fade, but I will never feel anything other than relieved that you have returned home.”

You sucked both lips between your teeth, gaze trained on the floor. An ‘I’m sorry’ wouldn’t cut it so you didn’t say it - nor would it be entirely sincere. You’d accomplished what you’d set out to do, and while the way you’d gone about it had been incredibly foolish and dangerous, at least it had worked.

“Something is…” he tilted his head to the side, “different about you.”

“Nothing bad.” You placed your hand on his elbow, slowly easing it from its locked position. Your gaze flickered to the sparks, and Viktor followed, understanding dawning across his features.

Holding out a hand, a spark floated down to perch on his palm, trilling as it nuzzled against him. “How did you do this?” he asked, the light blue glow reflecting in his iridescent eyes.

You grimaced, chuckling nervously as he raised an eyebrow. “That’s a great question,” you shuffled your feet, “and I’d be more than happy to fill you in, but maybe not right now? I’d like to lie down, it’s been…taxing.”

His expression softened and he nodded. “Of course,” he breathed, placing the spark gently on your shoulder, his fingertips trailing down your cheek. Whatever words or actions he had been about to share were abruptly cut off by the sound of angry footsteps approaching from behind you, accompanied by Charlotte's sharp voice ringing out in barely restrained fury.

“Disappearing with only a vague note, gone for an entire day, and showing up without so much as a hello!” Your shoulders tensed, curling inwards like a child being reprimanded by a school teacher. The kernel of mirth in Viktor’s eyes had you scowling at him.

You ducked your head and turned, facing Charlotte as she made her way towards the building, stomping as she did so, thin lips twisted into a glower.

“You could have been dead for all we knew!” she continued at the same volume. “Not even a hint as to where you were or what you were doing, scaring me within an inch of my life, what were you thinking?”

“Charlotte—“ you tried, your palms instinctively rising in a placating gesture, but she brushed them away with a sharp slap. Before you could react, she wrapped her arms around you in a fiercely tight hug, pulling you close and squeezing with enough force to puff the air from your lungs.

Shocked into stillness, your hands hovered over her, hesitating until Charlotte grumbled, “Don’t just stand there, you silly girl, hug me back already.”

With a breathy laugh, you did as instructed, tucking the older woman in against you.

When she released you from her iron grip, her weathered hands cupped your face as she examined you closely. Her eyes widened as she took in the faint bruises and scrapes that marred your skin, remnants of your encounter with the enforcers. Thankfully, she couldn’t see the blood at the back of your head and crusted in your hair, or what was sure to be a nasty laceration. Whoever had hit you hadn’t pulled their swing.

"What happened to you?" she demanded, her tone softening with concern.

You winced, both from the memory and the ache that lingered. "It's a long story," you said wearily. "I promise I'll explain everything tomorrow, but I don’t think I have the brain power for it right now."

Charlotte frowned, but she nodded reluctantly. "Alright, but don't think you're getting out of this conversation. I expect a full explanation in the morning, young lady."

As she turned to leave, Charlotte shot Viktor a pointed look. "Make sure she gets some proper rest, you hear me?"

Viktor nodded solemnly, though that glimmer of mirth remained. "Of course, Charlotte. You have my word."

With a final huff, Charlotte departed, her footsteps fading into the night. You let out a long exhale, feeling the tension slowly seep from your shoulders. Viktor's hand found yours, his long fingers interlacing with your own.

"Come," he said softly, tugging you along with him.

Together, you made your way to the bedroom. The bed, piled high with mismatched blankets and pillows, called to you like a lighthouse beacon in the dark. You sank onto the edge, sighing as the soft mattress cradled your aching body.

Viktor knelt before you, searching your face intently. His fingers ghosted over the marks left by the enforcers and though he barely touched them, the memory alone made you wince. "Let me tend to these," he said, rising to fetch a first aid kit.

You nodded, too exhausted to protest. Viktor moved with quiet efficiency, gathering supplies and returning to kneel before you.

His touch was feather-light as he cleaned each scrape and bruise, the cool cloth soothing against your heated skin. You watched him, mesmerized by the gentle furrow of his brow, the way his lips pressed together in concentration. The sparks that had been hovering around you settled on his shoulders, their soft blue light complimenting his pale skin.

He’d insisted that having a first aid kit would come in handy, given your penchant for injury and his inability to use his powers to heal you. You hadn’t argued, fully aware of your own shortcomings, and also knowing that it would give him a sense of comfort - that even though your Shimmer blocked any attempts at using Hexcore fuelled healing methods, he could still do something to care for your wounds.

When he finished, Viktor's hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin. His eyes met yours, filled with concern, relief, and something deeper that made your heart skip a beat - longing and love, perhaps.

Viktor's hand moved to cup the back of your head, but you flinched away with a sharp "Ouch!" His eyes widened in alarm, fingers hovering uncertainly near your hair.

"Why didn't you tell me you were injured there?" he asked, voice tight with worry.

You grimaced, avoiding his gaze. "I didn't want to stress you out further. I think I’ve done enough of that for one day. Look, you’re already going grey.” Pinching the ends of his hair in between your fingers, you tried for a joke meant to lighten the mood, but it fell flat.

He made a soft "tch" sound, shaking his head. "Miláčku, your well-being is my primary concern. Come, let me examine it properly."

Viktor gently took your hand, leading you to the wash basin in the corner. With practiced movements, he pumped water into the bowl and activated the small heating element beneath it. Steam began to rise from the surface as the water warmed.

"Lean forward," he instructed gently, one hand on your back to steady you as you bent over the basin. Viktor's fingers were impossibly gentle as they parted your hair, carefully examining the wound hidden beneath. You heard his sharp intake of breath and winced, imagining how it must look.

Warm water trickled over your scalp as Viktor began to rinse away the dried blood, the basin slowly becoming tinged pink. His touch was methodical yet tender, each movement calculated to cause you as little discomfort as possible.

"It doesn't appear to need stitches," he murmured, more to himself than to you. "But we'll need to keep it clean to prevent infection."

You hummed in acknowledgment, eyes closed as you focused on the soothing sensation of his fingers massaging your scalp. The sparks that had been hovering nearby drifted closer, their soft blue light reflecting off the water's surface.

When he finished rinsing, Viktor patted your hair dry with a small towel. You straightened, blinking away the droplets that clung to your eyelashes. He cupped your face in his hands, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones as he studied you intently.

"Wait here," he said, releasing you to rummage through the first aid supplies once more. He returned with a small jar of antibacterial cream, unscrewing the lid as he approached.

Viktor's breath was warm against your neck as he leaned in close behind you, carefully applying the cream to the wound. You shivered, not entirely from the coolness of the ointment.

"There," he said softly, his lips nearly brushing your ear. "That should help prevent any infection." His hands lingered on your shoulders, and you could feel the tension thrumming through him - the desire to pull you close warring with his need to be gentle, to avoid causing you further pain.

You turned to face him, your noses nearly touching. "Thank you," you whispered.

Viktor's eyes flickered to your mouth, his lips parting as he leaned in. The kiss was soft, chaste, a gentle press of his lips against yours that sent heat cascading through your body. It was over too soon, leaving you yearning for more, but Viktor pulled away with a small smile.

“You need rest," he said, and you couldn’t agree more.

With gentle hands, Viktor helped you lie back on the bed, tucking the blankets around you. The mattress dipped as he sat beside you, his fingers brushing over your damp hair - careful to avoid the injury - in a soothing gesture. The sparks settled on the pillows around your head, their soft trills a lullaby in the quiet room.

“I don’t know how Charlotte sniffed me out like a hunting dog,” you said into the dark, “but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.”

“Ah, yes,” Viktor said, gaze fixed on the uppermost corner of the ceiling. “It was less sniffing and more the concern that if I did not tell her of your arrival, I would lose my head.”

“You told her?” You crinkled your nose, narrowing your eyes at him. “When did you have time to do that?”

His gaze flickered back to you, his lips scrunched and pulled to the side. “Telepathically, it’s simple to do while multitasking.”

Exhausted barely covered what you were feeling, but you were sure your ears hadn’t deceived you.

“Is that like…what you do when you, uh, borrow their bodies?”

He tilted his head back and forth, considering. “Eh, in a way. I’m connected to all those I’ve healed, and whether it is borrowing their bodies, as you put it, or communicating, it all stems from that same connection.”

“Have you ever…” you pressed your lips into a thin line. “Have you ever possessed Charlotte?”

“It’s not possession,” he said with a wry curve to his lips.

You huffed, waving your hand. “You know what I mean.”

Regarding you for a long moment, he said, “Why do you ask?”

“I’m just…” you sighed, shaking your head. “I’m trying to understand. It’s such a foreign concept, and maybe I’ll never truly get it, but I’d like to try. I want to know what you’re experiencing if you want to share it.”

For a moment, so brief you almost missed it, his eyes solidified into amber, startling in its intensity. And then it was gone like mist in the early morning sun, lost among the myriad of colours swirling in his irises.

“I would like that.”

When Viktor told you that morning that he had a surprise he wanted to show you, curiosity had taken hold, only to be strangled when he told you it would have to wait until the evening.

You’d spent the day following Charlotte around, the woman unwilling to let you out of her sight. Now that your magic was more manageable, you were no longer a threat to those around you. And while you still caught glimpses of those eerie metal masks on the members of the commune, it never lasted long, and with a calm mind, you were able to push past it. The sense of unease that had dogged your steps prickled at the edge of your awareness, but did not tug and claw at your skin like fishing hooks pulling on their prize.

While you’d been preoccupied with your unravelling mind, Viktor had been able to increase his capacity for healing, and rarely was there ever a newcomer who was not immediately seen. They no longer needed your pain relief, and Charlotte was determined to find another task for you - and introduce you to the new members.

Serenity exuded from each person Charlotte greeted, like they knew a sort of peace that only existed in one’s dreams. Yet, when you came close, a glimmer of buoyancy would return to their pleasant but placid gazes.

Strange, but you didn’t have time to examine it thoroughly as Charlotte swept you from person to person. She had you trying all sorts of different occupations, metalwork, knitting, cooking, but if you had any skill at all, your magic flares - as small as they may be - ruined the delicate craft.

At the end of the day, you had nothing but sore shoulders to show for all your hard work, and a slightly exasperated Charlotte.

“At least take this,” she’d said, handing you neatly folded fabric. You’d accepted, running your hands over the soft material as you unfurled it.

A simple off-white, pleated skirt, made by her own hands. A gift, she’d told you, for any special occasions. Her wink had been enough to bring a blush to your cheeks, and she’d given you no time to recover as she shooed you into an unoccupied tent to try it on.

It flowed smoothly over your thighs, starting beneath your belly button and coming to rest just below your knees. While you’d taken to covering your scars out of fear of other’s reactions - the paler and patchy flesh another reminder of the night you’d almost lost everything - you couldn’t resist how nice it felt to have the fresh air hit your skin.

As evening fell, you made your way back to the spherical building, the skirt swishing pleasantly around your legs. The commune had quieted, the bustling activity of the day giving way to a peaceful hush.

You entered the building, expecting to find Viktor waiting for you. Instead, you were greeted by an unexpected sight that had you pulling up short.

Viktor was suspended, floating in midair, his body wreathed in a web of wires and cables. They swam languidly around him like luminous vines, glowing with a distorted blue and pink light. His eyes were closed, face set in deep concentration, and he seemed oblivious to your presence - though you doubted that was the case.

"Viktor?" you called out. "What are you doing?"

His eyes fluttered open, iridescent irises focusing on you. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Working," he replied simply, as if floating in a swirl of wires was the most natural thing in the world.

You rolled your eyes, a fond smile spread across your face. "I can see that. Care to elaborate?"

Viktor's forehead pinched slightly, trying to find the right words. "I'm…integrating with the building's systems. Expanding my connection to the commune."

You nodded, pretending to understand even though you were still utterly bewildered. The sparks seemed drawn to Viktor, floating lazily towards him before bouncing off an invisible barrier.

"How long will this, uh, work take?" you asked, glancing around for somewhere to sit.

Viktor's eyes glazed over for a moment, as if consulting some internal clock. "A while yet. You're welcome to stay, if you'd like."

"I'll wait," you said, sliding down the wall to sit. "After all, you promised me a surprise."

Viktor's smile widened slightly before his eyes drifted closed again, his focus returning to whatever mysterious task he was performing.

You leaned back, and as you waited, you let your mind wander. So much had changed in such a short time, and yet, sitting there in that strange room, you felt an unexpected sense of peace. You had your magic under control, Viktor was alive and well, and you had a community that accepted you for who you were. If only you could find out what happened to that little girl from the rally too, then you may be able to relax fully.

Though your peace only lasted so long, and after a few hours of sitting there, you’d begun to reach your limit. Your backside ached from the hard ground and your impatience had reached new levels, your irritation spiking with it.

“The suspense is killing me,” you groaned, flopping your arms dramatically.

“All in good time, Milá.” Viktor grinned impishly and you glared at him. He was enjoying this, revenge for your sudden departure. It was the least that you deserved, but that didn’t mean you had to like it.

You grumbled under your breath, shifting uncomfortably on the hard floor. "A little hint wouldn't kill you, you know."

Viktor's eyes crinkled at the corners, but he remained suspended in his glowing wires. "Patience is a virtue."

"So is mercy." You scowled, but settled back against the wall, resigning yourself to wait.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the wires began to retract. Viktor descended slowly, his feet touching the ground with a gentle grace. He stretched, working out the stiffness in his muscles, before turning to you.

"Ready?" he asked, extending his hand.

You took it, allowing him to pull you to your feet. "I've been ready for hours," you said dryly, but couldn't keep the excitement from sparkling in your eyes.

Viktor led you out of the building and into the night. The commune was quiet, most of its inhabitants asleep.

As you rounded a corner, your breath caught in your throat. Before you stood a structure that seemed to glow in the moonlight - a greenhouse made of glass and metal. Its crystalline windows reflected the stars, creating a shimmering, ethereal effect.

Viktor squeezed your hand gently. "Shall we?"

He guided you to the entrance, pushing open a delicate glass door. As you stepped inside, the warm and humid air hit you, balmy like a beach vacation. Lush foliage filled every corner, from delicate magnolias to towering palms. Vines climbed up trellises, their flowers glowing faintly in the dim light. Everywhere you looked, there was life.

“Viktor, this is beautiful,” you said, eyes wide with awe. “Did you do this?”

He shrugged. “I had help.”

“Modest, as always.” Locking your arm around his, you pulled him further in.

Exotic orchids hung from the ceiling, their petals a riot of colours - vibrant purples, fiery oranges, and deep crimsons. Their heady perfume mingled with the earthy scent of moss and rich soil. To your left, a small stream trickled over smooth river rocks, feeding into a pond where lily pads floated lazily on the surface. And at the end of it all, tucked in the back behind a monstrous fern, sat a secluded bench, perfect for admiring the scenery.

“Was there a reason you made all this or was it just for fun?” A spark drifted from your pocket, heading lazily towards a budding flower like a strangely coloured bumble bee.

With a gentle nudge, he turned you to face him, lithe fingers drawing little circles across your palm. “There is so much of this commune I would like to share with you, but until you stabilized your magic, I did not see a way how.”

Head bowed, he turned your hand over, exposing your inner wrist and the faint pink veins visible beneath. “I couldn’t remove the Shimmer that I put there, and you were suffering. I could help all these people, except for the one that I love most.”

“We talked about this.” Hooking your finger beneath his chin, you brought his gaze up to meet yours. “I don’t expect or need you to solve this.”

He smiled, melancholy falling across his sharp features like droplets of rain. “I remember, but I couldn’t do nothing. I wanted you to have a place you could go to outside of our room, somewhere you could feel safe and be alone. I thought plants may do the trick.”

Your jaw slackened, incredulousness to the wide set of your eyes. “You built this for me?”

“That is what I said, isn’t it?” He was teasing you now, but you barely registered it.

Launching yourself into his arms, you kissed him fiercely, pressing all your gratitude and affection into the slant of your lips against his. Viktor stumbled back a few steps step, caught off guard, but he quickly regained his balance, hands instinctively reaching out to steady you.

When you finally pulled back, breathless, Viktor stared at you, his usually pale cheeks flushed a light pink.

"I take it you like the greenhouse," he said, his voice slightly husky.

“You built this place so I’d have somewhere to lose my mind in peace?” You held his face in your hands, the sparks circling around you both like a halo. “That sounds like something only a besotted fool would do.”

He laughed, the sound rumbling through his chest and into yours, a pleasant vibration that had goosebumps rising along your arms. “Guilty as charged.”

Viktor leaned in, his lips meeting yours once more. This kiss was different from the first - softer, slower, like you had all the time in the world. His hands cradled your cheeks, thumbs brushing gently across your skin as he deepened the kiss. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in the soft fabric of his robes.

But with reluctance, he pulled back.

“There is something else I should share with you. Though it is not necessarily as exciting of a reveal.” He pressed his lips into a flat line and tugged you towards the secluded bench.

Sitting beside him, you waited patiently as he gathered his thoughts, his neck bent and head ducked. He held your hands in his, resting on his lap, his thumbs ghosting over the dexterous tendons.

“I apologize for not telling you earlier, but it wasn’t until your disappearance that I knew for sure.”

You cringed, guilt and worry churning in your gut like you’d swallowed a jug of acid. “A little ominous there, Viktor.” You chuckled warily. “Is everything okay?”

He looked up at you then, lips parting as he took in the concerned tilt of your mouth and the tightness in your jaw. “It is now,” he said softly, his barely there smile settling your unease.

Scooting closer, your hips pressed side-by-side, he said, “It would seem that when I’m not in your presence, my emotions are muted. It is difficult to explain. They are still there, but buried beneath a serenity that does not feel entirely my own.”

Your forehead creased and you bit the inside of your cheek. “You think my magic, what, heightens your feelings?”

“Your magic, or perhaps just you, it ‘s hard to say.” And perhaps sweeter than he realized, that he would even consider the notion that it was simply you that made him feel again. “Though it isn’t a heightening, it ‘s more like reversing the dampening that comes with my enhancements.”

You didn’t love the sound of that, but you had no idea what to do about it - other than stay with him at all times, though not a practical solution. “Does it upset you?”

“It is rather numbing, so no, it does not,” he answered plainly.

“No, that’s not what I meant.” You squeezed his hands, struggling to find the words to express yourself. “Does me returning your feelings back to how they were bother you? I just,” you exhaled, shaking your head, “I know what it’s like for emotions to take over and be overwhelming, I don’t want you to have to suffer through that.”

“Milá, I need you to listen to me very carefully,” Viktor spoke with such seriousness you found yourself nodding before you had fully processed what he’d said. “I am not suffering through loving you. You bring me more joy than I would have ever believed possible. I don’t simply need you, I want you.”

You inhaled a sharp breath, your eyes stinging as you blinked back the tears. “Oh,” you laughed shakily, “is that all?”

Bringing your hands to his lips and placing kisses across your fingers, he said, “No, but I do not have the vocabulary to express it.”

Neither did you so you didn’t try, and instead, you kissed Viktor with reverence. Your lips moved against his with deliberate slowness, savouring each point of contact. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours as you traced the curve of his bottom lip with your tongue. Viktor's hands came up to cradle your face, his long fingers grasping the back of your neck as he pulled you closer.

You were the dawn breaking over a world shrouded in darkness, your light chasing away the shadows that had long haunted Viktor's existence. He was the moon, constant and mesmerizing, guiding you through the tumultuous night of your journey. Together, you created an eclipse, two celestial bodies woven together - your magic and his.

Your kisses were stardust, scattering across Viktor's skin and leaving constellations in their wake. His touch was gravity, anchoring you to that moment, that place, that feeling of belonging. You breathed each other in like oxygen, necessary and life-giving.

You were made for each other, and you would stop at nothing to show him exactly what he meant to you.

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A/N: Aaaaand we’re onto the second smut chapter! If you’d like to read it, it will be in the companion fic ‘Inarticulation’ (Part 2) by tomorrow at the latest - and I will add the link here when its been posted.

I hope you enjoyed their little date night <3 We are getting into the end game now!

#angst with a happy ending #fluff #viktor #viktor x you #viktor pov #viktor x reader #viktor arcane #machine herald viktor #hurt/comfort #mage #magic #tooth rotting fluff

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postmortemlatte · 27 days ago

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are you seriously catching strays defending a bigoted little dumbass gremlin? crimson "i attack every single trans women i stumble upon and am best buddy with a 40yo hag calling people the n word" ender??? defending someone that calls trans women pedos at every single opportunities he get??????? defending the group that finds more issues with being a furry than using kiwifarms??? you're fucked in the head bud

He's my favorite gremlin though....how can I resist the gremlin boy.

The only trans women you can name are those with PROOF of predatory actions behind them. And he doesn't make direct claims, he doesn't pedojacket. He says assumptions based on provided fact.

Sai is not a hag,she has more life in her left pinky than you in your pathetic husk of a body. And she never called anyone the N word, you're speaking from misconstrued events.

Several people in this community do go against kiwi farms as they go past their morals and so am I.

And nobody has given me shit for being a furry. Maybe look into what Patricia does a little more. Nothing is wrong with being a furry. Everything is wrong with being a zoophile hiding behind being a furry.

If I have to "catch strays" so be it. This community helps people know about actually dangerous individuals, I will always stand by the tism trio of Crim, Sai and Ant. They're all cool people and Crim has been incredibly nice to me directly and fun to talk to. I'd rather be called slurs on their behalf than try to side with people who will immediately blindside me and throw me in the mud for the slightest opposition. I was a lily fan once after all.

#patricia taxxon #lily orchard critical #lily orchard #sai scribbles #crimsonender #lgbtq community #internet drama

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redfoxwritesstuff · 6 months ago

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For Eternity, Chapter 12 of 13 (Alastor x angel!Wife!OC)

Alastor x Angel!Wife Oc (Isabel) Rated: Adult Chapter Warnings: Alastor's a bit unstable. If you're not interested in smut, you can call this the end, chapter 13 is smut heavy and wraps things up a little neater though.

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“You too, Isabel.” Sera smile was small and sadistic in a way Isabel couldn’t explain as she held her arm out.

“Maybe we could use some explanation?” Husk seemed to be the voice of reason, “So that the Princess can repeat this success.”

“Yeah, how the fuck did I get redeemed suddenly?” Angel Dust made a show of taking a long drink out of a bottle he snagged from Husk.

Sera rubbed the space between her two eyebrows as she collected herself. After a few deep breaths, she set off on the story of redemption.

“You were tested of your character, Isabel of her faith and you have been deemed pure.”

“Ain’t nothing pure about me,” Angel Dust countered, only to be ignored.

“You were offered a chance to violate one of the most divine beings in the universe. Resisting gained you nothing and yet, you worked to free her, putting your own life at risk.”

“I’m going to tell you something, right now,” Angel Dust finished his drink, “If that’s what you’re basing this on- Ol Tall Dark and Murdery over there would have never let me have a moment without more pain than I can imagine if I didn’t. He scares the piss outta me more than Val any day of the week. Self preservation, baby.”

Isabel knew the lie of that. Angel Dust was horrified from the moment they had met with the task he had been given. That was true before he had known who her husband was.

“It matters not how you wish to deflect it. Your heart has been judged pure.”

“Isabel- they decided that you can come home too!” Emily’s eagerness died as emotions warred across Isabel’s face. “Adam’s gone, so he won’t be bothering you anymore. You know what happened to your late husband-”

“Current.” Alastor’s voice cut through the space.

“You’re not married,” Sera challenged. “You haven’t been since the day she died. A marriage is until death.”

“Our vows were rather unique,” Alastor’s grip on her waist was growing painful but she welcomed it, letting it ground her as her mind seemed to spin out of control.

“You don’t have to stay in a realm of violence and death,” Sera ignored Alastor, instead speaking directly to Isabel again. “You do not have to remain with a bloodthirsty murderer.”

She was tense in his arms. He could feel the way her body trembled under his hands. He could lose her. Because of what he had done, his little hobby, he could lose her again. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. They had vowed for eternity.

“We modified our vows,” Alastor insisted, “We changed ‘till death do us part’ to instead be a promise for all eternity. I have remained faithful, as has she. We are still wed.”

“You are not.” Sera's smile reminded Isabel of the way Vox smiled at her when he realized he had her caught.

“Why?” Isabel felt like she was spinning, as if the floor was falling out from under her. She didn’t know if she was asking why her marriage was considered void or why she was being called to return to heaven’s gates.

“While you vows may be been spoken for and intended to be for eternity, though you’ve remained faithful- since death you’ve not lain together as man and wife nor have you spoken your vows again. You will return to Heaven today and you will move on.”

“Wait, now-” Angel Dust was the first to speak up but was quickly cut off by Emily.

“Sera, that’s not exactly-”

“And if those conditions are met?” Alastor’s voice was thick with the filter. Static felt like it was crawling over Isabel’s skin. Shadows danced in a way that reminded her too much of the night prior, when Alastor had let blood fly through the air of the studio hidden in shadows.

“If she were to accept laying with a man such as you, a man who takes pleasure in the ending of human lives, she would damn her soul.” Emily was quick to speak, wanting to be factual before Sera could do whatever she had planned. “It doesn’t have to be right-”

“But she hasn’t. She will return with us. They both will. We will be leaving momentarily.”

“And if I don’t want to go?” Angel Dust asked, downing another drink. “And if I want to say fuck you to your offer, come get me next time I die, maybe?”

“For you, that would be agreeable.” Emily again spoke quickly, feeling the situation spiraling out of her control. “We simply wanted to offer you passage now. You don’t have to risk losing redemption while waiting to die.”

“Or, I can earn redemption through this stupid ass hotel the way Charlie intends and not from being a pawn in some fucked up God’s game.” Angel Dust slammed down his bottle.

“You’d be free of Valentino if you left now,” Husk pointed out.

“Fuck it, I can take Val. I’m not done here.”

“He can choose to stay but I cannot?” Isabel asked, wrapping her fingers around the strong forearm that had creeped up her front as Alastor gripped her shoulder tightly.

“Regrettably,” Sera didn’t sound like she regretted it at all, “let’s go.”

“Is Heaven not merciful enough to allow a hus-” Alastor’s smile twitched as he cut off his title in order to humor the seraphim whom he’d rather be ripping the wings off of, “a man a moment with the woman he loves to say goodbye?”

“Alastor!” Charlie’s outrage was clear on her face, “Wait, we can discuss this, find a solution. Maybe you can be redeemed too?!”

“There will be no discussion.”

Alastor’s smile simply twitched as the shadows violently came to life, dancing with his power rather than simply deepening as they had been. Inky shadows came off the floor, spilling and plashing up on their feet as Alastor’s shadow itself pulled free from the wall.

Fright filled Isabel’s eyes as her head whipped around. The seraphim were likewise uncomfortable with the display over power, pulling on their own wells of power to push back shadows that strayed too close.

Cold black arms wrapped around both Isabel and Alastor. An icy chin rested on her shoulder as it curled in over its master and its love. Fingers as dark as the void hooked her chin and pulled her to look at its face.

The face of the other Alastor looked back at her. The face of darkness and unhidden emotion that somehow spoke more than Alastor’s schooled face ever did frowned for a moment, sharp mouth pulled down at the corners before it began to smile again. Fingers that shouldn’t have been real caressed her skin as the floor became soft under her feet. A black shadow heart flew up above the black head of the shadow man as its shadows swallowed them.

“Where is he taking her?” Sera demanded, her voice lost to the roaring static in Isabel’s ears.

The shadows pushed them up from again. He held her as she regained her balance, her heels clicking against the cracked tile floors. The room was dark, lit only by the dim red daylight that spilled over the landscape from some unseen or light source.

Though the windows were large, overlooking the vast city below them. In the far distance, she could see the gleaming tech district that had been her prison for a few days.

Alastor’s arms fell from around her as she stepped forward, taking in the broadcasting room decorated with deer skulls, rich wood and puddles of the bayou. It smelled like home in every way she couldn’t have been able to explain. It smelled like his workspace and their home mixed together.

In a way, she guessed that’s exactly what he intended.

“Where are we?” She turned to face the man she had always considered herself married to, shadows still dancing around him. His shadow twin still loomed, as agitated as the rest of the shadows.

“The hotel still,” Alastor stalked up to her, looking very much like a predator. Was that how his victims had seen him in their final moments? “My broadcasting tower. I fear those meddlesome angels will not give us much time.”

“Alastor, I-”

“I have honored your memory. I have honored your love, never once thinking I’d get to hold you again. Yet now you’re here, with me and you know- HA! You know everything now! But they dare come here and disrespect our marriage based on what?” His fingers dug into her arms as he bent down to be at eye level with her. “You must decide now, ma chérie. I need you like I’ve needed nothing in life or death. Do you accept me? Do you want me? Will you have me?”

“I’ve always loved you,”

That wasn’t the answer he needed to hear. Love wasn’t enough for those damned demons in angel’s wings. They cared not for their love. They spat on the face of their sacred vows.

“It’s not enough.” Her lower back hit the hard edge of his workstation as he drove her back. “They don’t care that you love me. They don’t care. As long as they see you as unwed and pure, they’ll take you from me. Is that what you want? Do you want them to take you back? Do you regret finding me?”

Alastor’s hand wrapped around her neck, grip soft as she looked timidly at the madness behind his eyes. She was sacred. No, that didn’t give enough weight to what she was feeling at that moment. She was terrified, but she didn’t want to run from him.

“I said our vows again and again over these years,” she whispered. “Alastor? I don’t- I’m scared. You’re scaring me, but I don’t want to go with them.”

His lips crashed against hers, greedy to taste her lips again. They had decades to make up for, but unless he claimed her, they wouldn’t have the chance to make up for so much missed time. Tilting her head with the hand around her throat, he enjoyed the feeling of her gasp race down her trachea under his palm when he bit down on her lip.

Sweet blood filled his mouth as he drank her up. Not a lot, no- he never wanted to cause her any serious harm, but he needed to taste her. A lifetime of wondering what her blood tasted like. He finally had his answer.

It was the sweetest wine.

His lips left hers, tongue dragging along her jaw as he clutched her, thumb caressing her waist as he continued to taste her skin. He nipped and sucked at the exposed skin as he reached behind her, undoing one button above her wing.

“I want to stay with you, Al.” Tears gathered in her eyes as she ran her hands along his shoulders. It took all the focus she had to unbutton his coat and send it off his shoulders. “Please, I don’t want to go.”

“You’ll let me defile you?” He whispered as his hand left her neck so he could toss his coat absently toward his coatrack.

It fell in a heap, unnoticed, while his large hands gripped her waist. He pushed her to sit up on the control panel as if it was nothing, setting her between dials and not sparing a thought to what buttons she could be pressing.

“You’ll let me dirty you? Let me rub the very sins of my soul off on you? Stain your soul dark with the darkness in mine?” His words were coming hot and heavy as he gripped her knees, just under the hem of the front of her dress, and pulled them apart while he ran his hand up her legs.

“Yes,” she whimpered, craving the feeling of him.

His firm chest under her hands left her wanting more. She pulled at the collar of his shirt, battling with his bow tie.

“Please, Alastor-”

He looked up at her as his fingers traced the line of her underwear, another garment he had materialized out of nothing by his raw power for her. Another demonstration of the world he could give her.

“There will be no going back. No changing your mind. No turning your back on me. No divorce. No leaving me. There will be no heaven. There will only be eternity, with me.”

“Without you, it was never Heaven.”

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olderthannetfic · 3 months ago

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Not necessarily looking for advice (though it would not be turned down), I've been having so much trouble getting myself to make the art i want to make. Im in an amazing, supportive, active fan community that blossoming even More with this excursion to Bluesky, and im constantly having ideas that make me want to start bouncing off walls and climbing ceilings -- but as soon as i sit down to draw or write, i just. Deflate like a balloon. Ive been promising new art and new chapters for almost a year now, and have next to nothing to show for it. It's just a hobby ik ik, but i catch myself wondering if i should even bother calling it *that* when all i ever Really do most days is daydream. There's extenuating factors of real life, both wider international/national issues and personal life stuff (currently preparing to move, minor medical issues), and I know I'm not alone in feeling kind of like a husk of a person rn bc of it all -- but there's still this part of me that keeps nagging me and telling me im "falling behind", or that I should step away deliberately since i havent been able to chat and josh around with my friends in the community the way i used to. I can feel myself backsliding into unheathly, antisocial habits and I'm struggling to find ways to keep trying to combat it when it just feels like its getting harder and harder. I hate it when self-perpetuating cycles self-perpetuate man, this shit blows 💔💀

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sofie-gold · 8 days ago

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Hi internet- I'm a trans woman in Florida and I need help. I'm posting this across all my socials because I can't suffer in silence anymore.

I'm not a prisoner or a child, but i was still forcibly detransitioned by the State of Florida between 2022 and 2024. Planned Parenthood forced me off hormones in an act of anticipatory obediance to the trans healthcare ban that was eventually signed into law. I had been on HRT for ~5 years. I had fully socially transition and was passing- living my best life as a woman.

There was no place to go after Planned Parenthood dropped me. I spent over 2.5 years being forcibly detransitioned and I had no way to help myself. I lost my job. I lost my looks. I lost my VOICE. I'm looking for the words to describe the psychological and physical torture of having your body, identity and soul chemically excised from you but I don't think anyone but the trans community will ever really understand.

I'll try though: Imagine having to walk through liquid curtains of hydrochloric acid every day. And every day the acid gets more and more concentrated- but not only does the acid burn your skin and melt your face, it also seeps into your chakras and severs the links between your mind, body, and soul. Eventually leaving you an empty, disfigured husk- A revolting parody of the person you used to be.

In February 2024 I finally got in contact with a local lgbt charity hoping to get back on HRT but they weren't helpful. Mostly they just wanted to shame me for being unemployed. I want to say this plainly: Liberal institutions will not protect you from the law when they ban HRT. They wouldn't even give me the name of a clinic until a judge issued a stay of the healthcare ban. The ban was lifted for about 6 weeks and I was lucky enough to make the window, get a PCP, and get back on HRT.

To their credit, they did eventually get me in therapy and very quickly hit me with a suprise (well, not much of a surprise) autism diagnosis. I won't be naming them right now because I'm still a client, and that therapist is my only connection to the outside world right now.

There's so much more to this that I don't know how to narrativize yet. I was so poor in 2023 that I survived on less than 35¢ of food a day. I ate almost exclusively rolled oats and bagged sugar, averaging about 350 calories a day. I think I was well on my way to starving to death. By December I'd lost basically all my body fat, much of my of muscle mass and my bones were sticking out weird.

So, even though my situation is more stable, I'm still in a very precarious position. HRT is TIGHTLY controlled here. The max estrogen level you're allowed in Florida is a quarter of what I was on in Colorado, and that's just not enough to survive on.

I've managed to cheat my labs a little, so for now I've got my full dose. But once my current RX is up I'll be at risk of getting my HRT yanked because my estrogen levels are "too high". And I can't survive on a quarter dose. And I can't survive a 2nd round of detransition

Forced detransition has broken me at a fundamental level, and I don't know if I'll ever get the person I was before back. I just know I can't move forward until I get this story out.

If there's anyone out there who actually cares, please fucking help me. I live in Broward County and my partner and I have tentative plans to move to either Portland OR or Denver CO. I'm too damaged to work, and my partner's income is just enough to keep us treading water. We have basically no means to save for a move, so if you can help, or have any contacts in those areas of the country- please, I'm begging you, (yes, YOU, in particular) Get in touch. I'm sofiegold on bsky and sofie_gold on Discord or email me c4hsofie[at]gmail.com

I'm a software engineer (LAMP stack, c, c++) and Linux sysadmin for 10+ years so if there's anyone out there that can gently ease me back into gainful employment that would be amazing too.

For my old moots, gart.gg isn't dead. I just had to pause development while I tested the limits of human suffering. Also, I love you and miss you.

Finishing this with a message to my transgender peers: Let me be your cautionary tale. Do not let them take your HRT away. Do not let them abandon you and write you off as a casualty. Save yourself and stay on hormones by any means necessary.

This is our last chance, and we don't have a lot of time left. Organize your community right now. If you don't have a community find them. Right now. Go.

And i've got a gfm but i need PEOPLE more than i need money rn. but i also need money.

https://gofund.me/59ab04f0

#lgbtqia #lgbt pride #trans pride #trans rights #transgender #transfem #queer #lgbtq #lgbtq community

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hiemaldesirae · 9 months ago

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LOOL YES!! That's what you get Alastor!! Cursed cat!Alastor adores Vox and would never hurt him. Honestly it'd be hilarious if Vox does an interview that night and the entire hotel (plus Lucifer) catches it and Cursed cat!Alastor is on Vox's shoulders just purring away and happily nuzzling Vox's screen and being happily petted and Alastor is gripping his fixed staff, grinding his fangs, jealousy leaking from him.

Charlie is pleased: "Alastor, I knew you could find that cat a good home! Thank you! =D"

Everyone else is fucking shocked. They know Alastor threw that cat at the Vees for entertainment and hell raising purposes (and in Husk's case, a way to try and get Vox to come back to him. Most of Alastor's schemes involving the Vees always, always revolve about getting Vox back.)

The interview is about a new product of Voxtech, but at the end of it, they ask about Vox's new pet and Vox just puffs up, proud as can be:

Vox: "This little demon just charged into the lobby, brutally attacking my staff! 2 or 3 died, I think 4 or 5 were maimed so I of course had to keep him! Isn't that right, Venom? (Cause Vox thought he had rabies....and he foams at the mouth when he attacks...so...and the V theme.) Isn't he precious?"

*sir is fine, for future reference. but YEAH, alastor would definitely be seething with rage- like whole fucking cartoon ass face too, he's NOT having the time of his life rn. why the FUCK was vox petting that hellspawn???? that should've been HIM ???????????

also venom is a perfect name for that little shit, honestly, though ill be fr i can only think of the. You know. Venom.

anyway whatever here's another writing snip. (vv short because i have morning classes tmw and im going to freak if im late again) you guys are greedy asf but whatever ill provide like any good father would

"Oh, dear... and he *kept* it, is that right?" Rosie gasps as she watches Alastor grip his hair tightly, head cradled in his hands. She giggles as she continues teasing the poor demon, "My, Alastor, isn't he quite the catch? Compassionate and caring to boot, not to mention that he seems to be *quite* popular among the denizens of Hell!"

"Rosie, my dear, please. Stop talking. For the love of God, stop talking," Alastor's ears flatten more as he begs his friend, Rosie merely laughing softly in delight as she watches.

"You can hardly blame me for being curious, Alastor! I mean, you always refused to take your sweet little picture box to Cannibal Town when the two of you were still talking... why, I had to learn of your dalliance through Mimzy! And, not to devalue my beloved's qualities, of course, but she's *hardly* the greatest source of information one can find-- I married her out of love, not for her communication skills."

"That *thing* probably has rabies," Alastor spits out, looking as if he'd just swallowed a particularly bitter pill. "I don't *understand* what he sees in it!"

"Well, it does look quite like you," Rosie points out leisurely. She takes a sip out of her teacup before continuing, "Perhaps he's treating it as a substitute for you? You know, in the way that some would treat their plushs like pets, he's treating his pet as... well, you."

Alastor narrows his eyes at her. "Vox *knows* that if he wanted to talk to me, he could easily just go over and tune into our shared frequencies. He's *replacing* me with it, Rosie, I just know it!"

"Hm... well, in that case, why don't you just go and make it clear to him that you aren't replacable?" Rosie taps the edge of her cup with a knowing glint in her abyssal black eyes, holding her good friend's gaze steadily. "You've never shyed away from confrontation before, have you, Alastor? Why be hesitant now?"

Alastor licked his lips, staring down in his lap before he picked up his own teacup and downed the liquid inside like a shot.

"Thank you for hosting me today, Rosie. I think... I've reached a conclusion."

A knowing smirk crosses the Cannibal Overlord's face. "Of course you have. I expect to be formally introduced to your lovely little muse soon, you understand?"

"Yes, my fair lady," Alastor rolls his eyes with amusement. "But you had better not try and take a bite of him."

"Who, little old me? I'd never, dear!"

"You had better not," Alastor frowns. Though his tone is joking, his expression falls flat.

Elsewhere, in the Entertainment District, Vox sneezes into Venom's fur as he cradles the fluffball of red fur. The freaky kitten turns to look up at him with a questioning look, but he only ruffles Venom's ears apologetically.

"Sorry, Ven. I don't know what came over me just now- oh, look at this! Should we get you this collar, or that one...?"

#ran rambles #chai writes #hazbin hotel #general asks #radiostatic #cursed cat alastor #the sneezing is because of the superstitition by the way #where if someone speaks about you you sneeze

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colourstreakgryffin · 2 months ago

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Angel Dust × Sanemi Shinazugawa?

Been a while since I even tackled Angel! To be honest, this’ll be an interesting couple dynamic indeed but I can see it working. Enough stalling, let’s try it out and see if this’ll be good or bad!

Angel Dust- Aerial Dancing

Angel does love muscular strong rough men but he isn’t sure if he likes guys, who are abrasive, hot-blooded and rash like you. He does love how hot you are but your attitude— uh, it sexually frustrates him since he doesn’t know how to truly feel about you

Angel had met you when you were kinda forced to work for the Hotel upon being convinced by Charlie to help out and yourself being unable to truly say no to somebody so precious. Almost like with Husk, he was attracted to the way you give him vastly interesting reactions to his flirting

Angel almost forgets about messing with Husk since he’s messing with you so damn much. You are a bit huffy and trying to push him away since getting close to others scare you but he still likes that scowl… it’s so damn hot!

Angel doesn’t back down, even if you slightly lash out at him and push him back. He doesn’t want to give up since he can see a kind good man behind your irritable hotheaded persona and he ends up finding out your truth on more pure luck

Angel is absolutely amazed by how good of a big brother you are. Despite the fact you chase away your little brother aggressively, you’re clearly doing it for his sake and it makes Angel want to pursue you all the more. You’d probably care for him as much… right?

Angel, after quite some time, does manage to get you once switching up his approach. Gets you to give a good college try in going out with him and he makes sure you don’t regret it… and you don’t, you just can’t bring yourself to express yourself yet

Angel is not as broad and muscular and sporty as you are but he is no pansy, he may like feminine clothing but he isn’t the bottom of you two. He’ll carry you around too, he’ll sit you in his lap, he’ll dominate you. You may be his biggest mightier lover but he is also your equal

Angel finds your swordsmanship rather attractive to. You’re a talented hand at the katana and the way you perform your own wind-based martial arts technique… he’s swooning and taking pictures to fawn over later

Angel struggles, like you, to be intimate about his own feelings but you two are trying to get better at communicating and understanding each other yet you both put in equal effort. Since, you’re not his eye-candy nor is he your eye-candy, you two are lovers

Angel reframes from discussing his shitty job and Valentino with you but eventually, you will find out and due to your no-nonsense merciless sharp demeanour. You immediately threatening Valentino with your blade and your wind magic to stop his assault on your boyfriend or he’ll pay

And this doesn’t go well as Valentino makes Angel dispose of you but don’t worry. Angel isn’t mad at you for trying, he just asks you to never try this again for his sake

Angel wants to bond with you more intimately so he’ll try make you and Fat Nuggets hit it off, he’ll try cook with you. All attempts almost everyday to past your walls. Though, these efforts prove as not a waste since you do open up to him and attend his activities for his happiness, and even teach him a variety of tricks or facts, that you know as a older brother of many younger siblings

Angel very much likes you, he remembers how he originally just wanted to have your attention and funny reactions but now, he craves your love and your care and whilst this took a long time to trial and error, you’re devoted to him and he’s devoted to you

You’re not perfect. He knows that and he isn’t perfect either but you’re both improving by being together and for that, Angel doesn’t want to lose you at all and he’s desperate to make sure you know his porn work doesn’t matter to him. He doesn’t find any man as amazing as you

You have a very sharp brash attitude, something nobody really likes but Angel can always see the kind caring protective good hearted man you are behind that demeanour and that’s why he loves you and he wants to keep you around. Keep you hooked by the hand as much as possible

Since he now needs you… as he’s gotten attached to you and he has learnt that you also have gotten attached to him

“Baby wind! Can ya tell me what these move things are? Yeah, those sword swings. You do ‘em all the time. Sure, it’s hot but— Tell me what the ‘Hashira’ does and tell me how it works! Or, can I use one of those swords too? It looks hell’fun!”

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prince-liest · 10 months ago

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I've been thinking about your Lucifer/Angel fics (re: fantasizing, general daydreaming, and finding myself NOT doing whatever task I was supposed to be doing) and I'm very curious: What, if anything, does Angel get out of their escapades (aside from boinking the Top Dog of hell). Like, Lucifer is very much attracted to Angel, and on top of that he's getting some top-tier emotional care from our favorite spider too. Platonic and community support even, what with the wing-grooming fic! (Dunno if that's all in 1 continuity or not but either way lol). So is there anything outside of the sex parts Angel is enjoying? :3

Ahahaha, glad they've been living on amidst the plethora of radiostatic! >:D I've had another Lucifer-centric fic percolating recently, actually, though it's a gen fic.

HAVE A LIST. Not all of these are "outside of the sex parts" and some of them are, like, smeared across both. All of my Lucifer fics, fwiw, are not actively intended to be written in the same universe/continuity, but folks are free to headcanon them as such if they feel like they fit! HOWEVER:

I write Angel Dust as someone who does in fact just enjoy sex, including sex with a variety of people, and Lucifer is objectively pretty fucking cute.

And also into some kinks that Angel might not get to explore elsewhere, especially since the professional Angel Dust persona is a more submissive one.

Lucifer is also Lucifer. Angel Dust is not immune to the stardom factor!

Lucifer is very eager-to-please and for all that he's largely the one getting taken care of in the NSFW fic, it's still an incredibly endearing attitude for Angel "my job that I'm not allowed to quit is to please everyone at my own expense" Dust to be faced with!

Seeing that someone as powerful as the king of hell can be as much of a self-destructive, anxious disaster as the lowliest of sinners is relatable and also vaguely reassuring! (Husk, on the other hand, finds this kind of horrifying, lol. C'mon, man, what happened to "we're all losers"?)

A lot of it isn't very deep, but I also am not writing any of my appledust as a set-up to a particularly deep relationship. I think they work well as genuine friends-with-benefits!

#ask #personal #moonshroooms #appledust #dustapple #hazbin hotel #my writing #lucifer magne #lucifer

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acatnamedkitten · 5 months ago

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RadioHusk: I missed this

Look, I know I'm a day behind 😭 but here's my Monday contribution RadioHuskWeek Prompt: Communication Reverse Trope Prompt: Too Much Communication 850words

Alastor had a habit of always saying what was on his mind.

Good. Bad. Disturbing. It didn’t matter. The man would talk until your ears fell off.

As it was, the bar cat had perfected the art of half-listening to Alastor as he rambled on. Most of the time, Husk didn’t want to know what the overlord had spent his days doing, so tuning in and out had become a necessity.

Husk didn’t mind. If Alastor was talking, it meant he was staying out of trouble. It was usually only when the deer fell silent that you had to worry for your safety.

And so, when Alastor fell silent one night while sitting at the hotel bar, every alarm bell the cat possessed went off. Husk mentally went through the story Alastor had been telling, searching for the cause of his sudden silence, but he came up empty.

“Husker?”

It took everything in him not to shudder, but Alastor’s tone wasn’t angry. It was… Frustrated? Uncertain?

“Yeah, Boss?” Husk cocked his head, studying the way Alastor was swirling the dregs of his whisky, staring into the glass like it held all the answers in the universe.

The deer didn’t say anything for a long moment, which just made Husk more and more tense. Just when the feline thought he would explode, Alastor looked up at him.

“Would you… like to have a nightcap with me?”

Husk visibly sighed with relief. Not at all what he had been expecting, though he had been wondering if/when Alastor would ask. “Yeah, Al, sure. Just let me close up quick.”

Looking much more at ease himself, Alastor nodded, throwing back the last of his drink and sliding it over.

Husk took it, washing and drying it quickly, before turning off the lights and locking up the good liquor. He came around the bar and stood beside Alastor as the deer got up from his barstool and straightened his jacket.

It had always been hard for Alastor to ask for things, which is why they had come up with the code in the first place. Granted, it had been over seven years since they had last done this, but Husk was surprised at Alastor’s hesitancy.

Then again, if he had demanded Husk come up with him, or acted like no time had passed, Husk would have refused outright. It was only because the deer had asked nicely, not assuming he already knew the answer, that the bar-cat accepted.

The walk was long, but it passed in seconds. Alastor opened his door for Husk, letting the cat enter first.

As always, Husk went straight to the bathroom to get ready. Opening the medicine cabinet, he found Alastor had put his things right where they’d always been.

Smiling to himself, Husk went through his routine. Though he was always more thorough on these nights, he still came out in only a few minutes.

Alastor, already changed, was sitting on the bed, fiddling with the brush. He looked up as Husk came over, clearly waiting for him to back out.

But he didn’t. The bar-cat just crawled onto the bed, stole a pillow, and laid down. Spreading his wings out, Husk got comfy and gave a content sigh.

Alastor didn’t move for a long moment.

Husk was just about to turn and raise an eyebrow at the deer when he finally felt the bed shift.

Cautiously, Alastor shifted around, gently maneuvering Husk’s wing. Finally, he set to work brushing the feathers.

Husk started purring immediately.

Despite hating everything about his sinner form, the cat couldn’t deny how good it felt to have Alastor’s claws scritching through his feathers.

Between brushing, preening, and oiling, the whole process took over an hour. Both of them were silent throughout, leaving the soft music coming from the radio on the nightstand and the crackling of the fire in the hearth to fill the room. And the purring and radio static, of course.

When Alastor finally set the brush and oil down, Husk rolled onto his side. While he rearranged the pillow, Alastor came over to lay in front of him, facing away, just as he always did.

Unlike usual, Alastor left a good foot of space between them. Grunting with annoyance, Husk wrapped his arm around the deer’s middle and pulled him close. Alastor squeaked in surprise but didn’t pull away, even when Husk started licking his ears.

Alastor would never admit it, but this was what he really wanted. To be cuddled and groomed and safe. And if Alastor needed to preen Husk’s wings before he allowed himself that comfort, that was fine by Husk.

After a few minutes, Alastor’s voice carried through the dark room, “Husker?”

Husk stopped grooming his ears to nuzzle between his antlers. “Yeah, Al?”

Sounding like he was already asleep, “I missed this.”

I missed you

Husk almost couldn’t believe his ears. His old, battered heart tripped over itself as he buried his face in Alastor’s hair.

Eventually, he managed to mumble, “I missed you too, Bambi.”

Alastor gave a happy hum and promptly fell asleep.

#radiohuskweek2024 #radiohusk #reverse trope prompts #alastor hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #husker hazbin hotel #alastor x husk #alastor x husker #husk x alastor #husker x alastor #acatnamedkitten

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doe-eyed-fool · 1 year ago

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Fallen {Chapter Five}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

Finally I turn to face Alastor, his eyes seemed to be focused on Husk's. There was an intimidating aura radiating off of him, as if he dared Husk to question things any more than he already has. After another second, Husk huffed and turned his back to Alastor, his attention on the various liquors on the shelf.

"Whatever you say." He shrugs. Alastor seemed to be satisfied with that answer and then looked at me. "Y/n dear, Charlie wants to have a word with you." He tells me. "

About what?" I asked, standing from the bar seat. "Something about your rehabilitation plan." I nod my head before Alastor began to lead me off. As we left, Husk turned his head to glance at me, shaking his head before getting back to work.

The walk to Charlie's office was quiet, I stole a few glances Alastor's way. He kept his gaze forwards, his grin ever present. Though he was a infamously feared demon, he carried himself with the grace of a proper gentleman.

His posture straight, arms folded behind his back, and head held high. I had half a expected someone with his reputation, to be a brute. A feral beast. And yet, he here he was, behaving like a normal person.

Well, sorta. I could tell there was nothing but malicious intent in those eyes of his. He was a demon after all.

"Do I catch your eye?" Alastor's voice snapped me back to reality. I had been staring for a while. I quickly look away and ahead. "Uh. Well, I've never seen a demon before." I answer honestly. "And you have dear ears. And the antlers too...And you're tall too." I mutter.

Alastor chuckled. "Would you believe it if I said I was shorter in my living days?" I glance at him. "Yes, I was around hm...five foot six before I awoke in hell. And now, I'm a strapping six and a half feet tall!" He says, a bit of smugness in his tone.

I hummed. "How long have you been in hell?" I asked. His staticky voice, and ways of talking made me believe that he was from the "old days". But I didn't want to assume, so why not ask? "Ninety years or so, give or take. Took my last breath in nineteen thirty three." He explains.

"Oh, and by the way." Alastor starts. "I haven't said anything to Charlie about your "sins" that caused you to end up here. She did ask, however, I held my tongue. I'm sure you wouldn't have liked what I would have came up with anyway."

I couldn't disagree with that. "Well, I've already made up my mind about it." I tell him. "Husk asked me and I just came up with theft." A huffed laugh escaped Alastor. "Much tamer than what I would have said. But it will do." I roll my eyes. Finally we reached Charlie's office, Alastor knocked on the door. Within a few seconds the door opened, revealing the princess.

She smiled upon seeing me. "Hey Y/n! Ready for your recovery plan?" I nod my head and put on a false smile. I was the last of the select few in the hotel that needed a recovery plan, but it wasn't like I had any say in it.

Charlie let us both inside, I took a seat in front of her desk, while Alastor chose to stand next to me. Charlie sits down at the chair of her desk, pen in hand and ready to write. "Alright. Now, what sin did you commit while you were alive?" She asks. "Theft." I answer, choosing to ignore the slight shake of the head from Alastor.

"What did you primarily steal?" She asks me. "Uh, money. That was what I was mostly after." I lie. "Is there any particular reason why you felt the need to steal money?" Charlie questions.

"Well, I grew up poor so I guess I just got tired of having no money." Charlie nods, taking in my words. "Did you buy any materialistic things with it?" I just nod my head. Charlie moves the pen up to her chin and bummed as she thought.

After a moment she began to write something down on a clipboard. "Ok, I recommend starting with giving back instead of taking from others. Perhaps you can provide a little community service or volunteer work."

She continues. "You don't have to do anything major right away. Maybe just start with the little things. Say someone drops their wallet, pick it up and give it back to them. Or, donate some old clothes to those who are in need of them. Then, maybe you can steadily work your way up to cleaning up parks and donating a bit of money to charity. Fairly earned money that is. Nothing stolen."

All I could do was nod along. I still couldn't believe the princess of hell was so caring and nice. Recommending I do little things to better hell. It sounded unheard of, but her enthusiasm and infectious good attitude made it seem possible.

I glance over to Alastor, he didn't seem to being paying attention. "And of course, this optional but. Promoting the hotel in a positive light would really help a lot. The more people we can get to try redemption, the better." She says with a bright smile.

"I believe in you Y/n. Before you know it, you're gonna be in heaven with all the angels!" I was in heaven with all the angels, until I was forced down here with no explanation as to why. Charlie gave me a few more pointers before she excuse me and Alastor. We walked out of the office and down the hall.

Along the way, I gave more thought to Charlie's advice. Maybe this recovery plan would help me in the end after all. I mean, doing good in the worst place imaginable could prove to be beneficial. Maybe this was my ticket back into heaven.

But then again, the more I thought about it, it seemed ultimately pointless. I haven't committed a sin to need redemption. At least, I hope I didn't. My memory was blank to what happen before I woke up in hell.

One minute I was in heaven, the next I was here. It just didn't make any sense. However, I'm not in much of a position to be picking and choosing how I return to heaven.

I was willing to do just about anything to go back, even if it meant pretending to be someone I'm not. I sighed softly before speaking. "Guess I should get out there and spread some joy." I mutter. "You're really going to do that?" Alastor asks me.

I shrug. "Might as well. If it'll get me into heaven, I'll do it." The demon chuckled. "You trying to help out the sinners of hell, is sure to be quite entertaining." He says with a grin. I roll my eyes. Right, that part of the deal still stands.

My struggle is sure to bring him much delight. We made our way to the lobby, I walk to the front door, only noticing Alastor wasn't following me as I stepped outside. I turn my head towards him expectantly. "I thought you were coming with me?"

"Oh I can't just walk out there with you, I'm an overlord dear. One look at me and those fools will be sent running for the hills with their tails tucked between their legs." He takes a step next to me, leaning down to whisper in my ear.

"But make no mistake, I will be watching you." A shiver ran down my spine, I quickly step away from him. I clear my throat before turning away from him.

"S-Suit yourself." I say before walking down the stairs of the hotel. When I got to the bottom of the few stairs, I look up at the blood red sky. Then I gaze ahead at the streets, filled with sinners passing by. A shaky sigh left me. "Let's get this over with."

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bleaksqueak · 1 year ago

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Man.

So, of course, the rampant theft and disregard for artists has never been ideal, but Pinterest has always been an invaluable tool despite that since it's a paradise for reference and discovery (so you know, always tag your art.. .in multiple places. I started tagging mine with more subtle watermarks in the dead center since uploaders were cropping my tag out, even though like, with the elias respite image, it ruins the composition by ruining the card look and frame... Why do you want to crop my sig out so bad to ruin the composition lmao) Anyway Point being, I have gotten more use out of pinterest as a reference archive than any annoyance it has ever brought me. I've found some artists I absolutely adore using it, too, especially when people use it as its (mostly. sort of) original intended purpose, being a huge communal bookmark/pinboard... those that leave the links directly to the art/artist are saints. However, I really, really hate seeing it being over run by generated Aye-Eye shit. Especially since, apparently, no one ever told the Aye-Eye bros the common sense of "DON'T make the exact same picture 500 times with only an ever so slight difference, are you stupid?" (rhetorical question, ofc.) But it's getting harder and harder to keep the search feeds tailored because these morons cannot understand the value of quality > quantity, so I love being flooded with the slightest variant on the same gd picture over and over. I really hope this bubble bursts or the world gets its act together and outlaws it/heavily regulates it soon. I've said before I wasn't even completely against it as a potential for a fun tool back when it made actually cool dream-like collages of really wacked out whimsical shit, but even then it was like "... but you shouldn't have free reign to just steal to make this stuff. At least it looks nothing like the source, I guess?" but the "Better" it gets, the more uselessly souless and obnoxious it gets, and the more "well that's just straight up obvious theft" it gets. I see so ,so so so many recognizable styles , sort of just hollowed out husks, in these awful things... but hilariously, the more over saturated they get, the more they seem to just feed off of each other, and they start looking like the most homogenized, soulless ero-game style art I've ever seen. Anyway, I just needed some reference for a specific cut of dress pants, and somehow *that* started turning into a feed of nothing but the same soulless pseudo-anime twunk generated over and over and over with bulbous buttocks stuffed into passable pantsuit pantaloons. so I guess i'll just get my ref the old fashioned way - going to specific websites/blogs with actual photos. I'm just glad that for the most part tumblr and bluesky both are strongly anti-aye-eye, they're the only two places where I rarely have to see the shit.

#shut up pu #probably delete this later #that quote from the new hbomberguy video feels particularly applicable here

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threwedaway · 1 year ago

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TW: SA, ABUSE

Someone said some victim blamer shit in my reblogs and that's an automatic no, but I needed to share... Because what the hell, man?

I got this reblog and I'm trying to keep my composure. This is probably going to be a rambling mess. I was just trying to make a fun little post about HuskerDust, but here we go!

I crossed out the name, because I don't know how old this person is and I don't know what their experiences are.

This will kind of go back and forth between Angel's situation and general information/experience. I think from what I've seen it won't resonate with everyone, but it is definitely within the realm of possibility and makes sense given his circumstances.

I also use the terms victim and survivor interchangeably as a fair warning.

I know there's been a lot of talk around victim blaming and this is blatant.

I'm aware this is a fictional character. I have, however, worked at multiple non-profits that focus on helping survivors of abuse and SA as well as being a victim myself. So, I am pissed beyond belief.

No one lets themselves be abused. Even in situations where someone resigns themselves to abuse, it is for their survival and safety. It is under duress and it is not someone letting themselves be abused. This person says Angel is doing an awful job saving himself, but in all reality he is attempting to keep himself as safe as he can in the environment he's in.

Husk isn't doing everything right and a relationship with the foundation of it being we both suck and we're both stuck in shitty situations isn't going to be stable, but as I said in my original post, he's telling Angel he's not alone. He's not doing that perfectly, but he's saying even if we can't fix everything I'll be here. He says we're in this together, respects that Angel doesn't want to be saved, and he takes the pressure off. He makes himself a safe place for Angel to vent and makes it clear that he enjoys being around him no matter what.

Trying to force someone can push them towards their abuser and isolate them further or put you and the victim in a lot of danger if you're untrained. Which is what happens in the episode when Charlie comes to the studio. Someone tried to help when he didn't ask for it and it ended badly, which just reaffirms that he cannot accept or ask for help without repercussion.

If you have someone close to you who is in an abusive situation and they don't want to leave for whatever reason, applying too much pressure can be counterproductive. If it is safe to do so (mentally and physically), be there for them. Try and keep the line of communication open so they have a life line if or when they're ready.

Angel is under contract, there has been a pattern of abuse for at least a decade, his self worth is extremely low, there are threats of violence against him and people he cares about and Valentino seemingly provided everything before Charlie and is still providing for his drug habits. That's not even getting into the intricacies of the fact he was trafficked, which makes things more complicated.

Aside from the magic piece of paper, these are real reasons people stay in abusive relationships.

My point is, this is uninformed and victim blaming. The amount of times I've heard from survivors all the reasons they didn't ask for help even though it was awful is too many to count. So many people come out of these situations after years and years and blame themselves for not getting help. It is never the fault of the person being hurt, it is always the fault of the person hurting them.

Angel is trying to save himself and is making steps forward. He's going to the hotel, distancing himself from Valentino and he's also trying to 'break himself' or make himself less appealing to his abuser. While that last one isn't good, he's not doing nothing. He is trying to use the resources he knows to stop the abuse.

Autonomy is very important in situations like this. Of course someone in this situation should ask for help, but if someone isn't ready it's not our place to decide that for them.

This struck a nerve obviously!

No one is a bad victim. We do not judge victims choices to ask for help or not ask for help. We do not imply any survivor of abuse lets it happen somehow.

Keep anything close to victim blaming off my blog. All and all, don't put these words in that order! Ever!

#hazbin hotel #vivzieverse #huskerdust #huskdust #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #hazbin #tw sa #tw abuse #angel dust #hazbin valentino

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yandere-fics · 6 months ago

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♡ Dark AU Sawyer ♡

Sawyer, that was your mates name though you weren't sure how you had came to know that considering you had only met her once when you had been younger. You'd just received your first and to this day only soulmate dream, something that grated your parents immensely, they loved you but they couldn't allow you to drag a supernatural into their town, the possibility of a supernatural coming was too dangerous to allow, at least that had been what they said but it didn't feel like they had cared about you even an ounce as their hands wrapped around your neck and squeezed tightly. As your eyes rolled back into your head, preparing to accept your fate, she had swept through town, the sounds of bones crunching and screams of agony heard everywhere in your small community, then nothing and when you'd opened your eyes she had looked down on you with a smile, her face scaly and fangs huge, the hint of a long reptilian tail behind her, before vanishing. She'd left just as quickly as she had appeared, you almost believe meeting her had just been part of your dream and yet you had known it wasn't when you looked around and saw the corpses around you, your parents mangled bodies and the towns peoples dazed eyes, like they weren't people anymore, just walking husks.

You didn't have dreams anymore, there was no need considering you had already met your soulmate, she knew where you were, you would however occasionally hear her voice, you weren't sure if it was actually her talking to you directly or if you had just gone mad like the other townsfolk had. Her voice echoed in your head any time you did anything she didn't approve of and nowadays that seemed to be a lot of things, just being near the forest boundary made her displeased, the villagers around you dropping to their knees in agony for failing to keep you away from this area, crying out about how their ears were ringing until you walked away from the boundary and they collapsed to the ground, relieved at it finally being over. You were never punished directly, she liked to punish the people around you, isolating you further from the town because they knew if they were in pain, it had been your fault for not listening to the voice and though they were too under her control to ever harm you or be mean to you, they didn't like you one bit, it was your fault they were like this, if only you had died that day. You could see their feelings on their faces sometimes before their eyes reverted back to their usual blurry color with happy smile on their faces.

"Dearest, I sincerely hope you are not heading where I think you are heading." You rolled your eyes and huffed, she always assumed you were going to the forest despite you never stepping foot in their once in your entire life, you couldn't really understand why she despised the thought of you going towards the forest so much, monsters didn't even come within miles of your village anymore, not since she had set up camp somewhere near the forest, a big dragon within the vicinity being too off putting for them to dare approach you. Dragon had been what you'd called her though you weren't sure if that was entirely true, she seemed somewhat too monstrous to be fully dragon, neither monster nor dragon entirely, a mix of both and what you referred to her as really reflected more on your mood that anything else, anytime you were mad at her, it was monster, but when you were scared and wanted to reassure yourself, you preferred dragon.

Today however you actually were in fact heading into the forest, you couldn't deal with the villagers surrounding you all the time, completely obnoxious and terrified you were going to get them hurt despite all the pain they had inflicted on those with soulmates in the past and Sawyer had never done anything against you in the past so you were sure you would be okay, it's not like the villagers would be able to stop you, they were to afraid that touching you would cause them to drop dead, they could tolerate ringing in their ears for a few hours, you were sure of it and so you set off into the woods, ignoring her voice as she demanded you head back right that moment. Despite your hoping everything would be okay though, the moment you actually walked into the woods you'd been tackled to the ground by a raving villager, their hands around your throat, tears streaming down their eyes and blood dripping from their ears, most likely due to the ringing. You tried to push them off but they seemed bent on killing you, perhaps thy figured if you were in the forest then she wouldn't be able to see them as well and thus they'd get away with it, they were wrong because in a single second they were flicked off of you, your mate snapping their neck and glaring down at you.

"Dearest, I do believe I told you to stay out of the forest. Whatever am I supposed to do with you when you won't listen to what's good for you?" She crouched down in front of you as you gasped for air. Definitely monster you realized as you saw all her teeth were fangs, her mouth stretching wider than it should have, her giant tail coiling around your legs, keeping you from scrambling away as she lectured you. "I had wanted to wait to take you until you'd warmed up to me, and had stopped calling me... a monster... but it seems you leave me no choice dearest. From now one, I'll have to have you glued to my side to keep incidents like this from occurring."

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #my oc sawyer #dark au

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