#Overlord has a death grip on me

[scribe-of-hael]

evil bastard

I wanna kiss em

[simphornies]

Angst! I choose you! (That was cringe I'm sorry 😭)

Can I please request a Vox x Female Reader where Reader protected Vox from Valentino

(PS: Val killed Reader in the process)

And because of that Velvette has to take care of a Depressed Vox

A/N: My friend and I were going back and forth on ideas for this because we love angst. I hope you guys enjoy! A part 2 will be made for this because I love you guys

Word count: 1.6k (1,611) Warnings: ANGST, valentino being a FUCKER, descriptions of violence, death, there is no mention of y/n but it's f!reader

My Beloved [ Vox x F!Reader ]

Vox got into another argument with Valentino. Both overlords had anger issues so their arguments always end up becoming explosive with glassware being thrown around. You came in as soon as you got word of their fight. When you ran into his office, it was clear that it was about you again. Valentino shoved you out of his way, glaring at you, seething with anger. He slammed the door shut but you couldn’t care any less. You ran to your lover’s side and held his hand.

“Vox? What happened?” You frowned, seeing all the broken glass. “Are you hurt anywhere?”

“It’s…” He hesitated and planted a gentle kiss on your hand, “It’s nothing, baby. Don’t worry about it.”

“I’ll always worry, my beloved.” You held his hand close, “Is it about the shoot again?” He sighed and nodded.

“He came in here demanding I convince you to be in one of his movies. I told him no and well,” He gestured to the shattered glass that littered his office, “You see how well that fucking turned out. Fucking moth just won’t stop. I told him that there’s nothing he could ever offer for your body! He ju-” You gently tighten your grip on his hand, cutting him off. He looked at you and the worry in your eyes melted his anger away. “I’m sorry, baby. It just makes me so angry when fuckers like him think they have any right to a sweetheart like you.”

“I’m sorry I’m causing this much stress.” You said softly, “I’ll talk to him if you need me to!”

“No!” He said as his screen got brighter with his increased panic, “No, babe. It’s fine. I got it handled. I promise, okay?”

You knelt next to him, your head on his lap, “Okay. But if anything happens, I’ll always be here for you, my beloved.”

He smiled, gently caressing your head, “Of all the souls in Hell, I know that the most, my dear.”

Your relationship with Vox seemed to come out of nowhere to those that didn’t know the past he shared with you. Velvette was the first to learn about his life with you before he died. He confided in her. At first she just wanted tea on his life before Hell but it ended up with her showing genuine interest. He had been pining for you even after his death. He wanted so desperately to confess how much he loved you. You never left his mind in his final hours and when he found himself in Hell, his heart broke. He feared that he would never meet you again. This fear pushed him into trying to get into relationships with people that had the smallest of reminders of you. You were an angel to him, the gentlest soul he’d ever met. He was sure that you would go to Heaven but when he saw you aimlessly roaming the streets of Hell, he rushed to meet you. You didn’t recognize him at first glance but the moment you heard his voice, everything fell into place. He, honestly, didn’t understand how you ended up in Hell. You had to remind him that you ran his “business” with him. His love for you blinded him from your heinous crimes, almost erasing it from his memory just out of adoration for you. He got such a massive ego boost when he learned you went on a bit of a rampage after his death that led to your execution.

It wasn’t long after your arrival that the two of you entered a honeymoon phase, constantly out on dates and always being at each other’s sides. After months of flirting, teasing and a multitude of dates, Vox finally asked you out. He was bad at romance more than he’d like to admit. Without Velvette’s help, he was definitely going to change his mind. The way he asked you out made you think he was going to propose. He had petals scattered on the floor and held the sweetest flowers he could buy in Hell. He was a nervous wreck waiting for you to arrive at the location he sent. The sight of him standing disheveled in front of a giant “Will you be mine?” neon sign made you burst out into laughter. But you said yes nonetheless.

Days passed after the argument. You were walking up to Vox’s office and as you got close you heard yelling. It was Valentino starting another fight. You started to run as soon as you heard glass breaking. When you reach the doorway you see Valentino aim a glass cup at Vox.

You grabbed his arm to stop him and raised your voice. “Stop! Valentino, that's enough!”

Valentino got angrier at your attempt to stop him and he pushed you off of him, knocking you down to the ground. “Don’t fucking touch me, bitch. You’re lower than me, don’t forget that.” He hissed. Vox ran to your side and helped you up.

You scowled at him as you held your head high, “I don’t give a single shit who you are. You’re a little bitch baby that can’t take no for an answer.” You spat back.

“What the fuck did you call me?!” He yelled and began to step closer to you. Vox blocked him from getting any closer.

“Val. Fuck off. I said no and my decision isn’t going to change.”

You saw Valentino raise his hand to hit Vox. Without thinking, you pulled Vox out of the way. You barely dodged his swing, his claw scratching your cheek deep enough for it to draw blood. You growled at him and slapped him across the face. It shocked all three of you. Your confidence faded once Valentino opened his wings, his face shrouded in rage.

In the blink of an eye, he had you by the throat. You instinctively held onto his hands, trying to pry his tightening grip on your neck. His hold alone left bruises on your neck. Before Vox could reach him, Valentino flew through Vox’s balcony. He used your head to break through the glass door, making you scream from fear.

“Valentino! What are you doing?!” Vox yelled, running after him.

“Aw, what?” He teased, “You’re telling me you really give a fuck about this bitch?” He laughed, menacingly. You struggled against him and managed to get a glimpse of how high up you were. “You loved me too, remember? Before her.”

“Put her down, Valentino!” He screamed, glitching from both fear and anger. His pleas received laughter.

“You’re turning out so pathetic and soft, Vox.” He grins, blood dripping from the side of his mouth. “I’ll put her down, just for you~”

Your eyes widened at his tone and knew exactly what was coming. You looked at Vox with tears in your eyes. The fear in his eyes broke your heart. His hand reached out towards you as if he could reach you. THe only thing you could do was smile at him. He couldn’t get himself to smile back, he could only stare at you. This exchange only fueled Valentino’s rage.

“V-Vox.” You croaked out, your voice hoarse from Valentino’s grasp. “I love y-”

Before you could continue, you were suddenly pummeling towards the concrete below you.

“No!” Vox screamed at the top of his lungs.

You heard his cry for you. You heard Valentino’s cackle. As you got closer to the ground, you relaxed your body and shut your eyes, accepting what was about to happen. And then you no longer heard anything. You didn’t hear the way Vox screamed and cried. You didn’t hear the hums of electricity that came before his power outages. You died from Valentino’s rage.

All power was cut off in Pentagram City. He heard your last words. He knew what you wanted to say. After the time you shared together, you had never told him “I love you.” because of your personal past. He didn’t need to hear you say it, you both knew how much you love each other. He didn’t know that you were finally ready to tell him you love him. He didn’t know he helped you get over your past. And he’ll never get to hear you say you love him. He’ll never hear your sweet voice again. He’ll never get to make up the time he lost with you. The only time he’ll be able to hold you again was to collect you from the ground.

His heart was shattered. It was obvious to everyone around him. Vox never left his security room. He locked himself in there and drank his pain away. He played the videos he had of you, looked at your photos and longed for your smile. He’ll never hear your songs, your jokes, your laugh or see your smile. He was alone again.

The only person that managed to get into his security room was Velvette. She did her best to comfort him and get him to clean up. Everytime she went in there, the entire room would reek of alcohol and grief. As cold as her heart was, the sight of him crying at your photos and videos broke her. She grew close to you when you first came. Her first impression of you was from Vox’s lovestruck stories and meeting you was a different ride. She understood why Vox loved you the way he did. She never spoke of it but she cried with Vox when you died. She was enraged. The only thing that stopped her from killing Valentino herself was the grief.

None of the Vees spoke to Valentino for months and that pissed him off.

Tag list: @froggybich @baizzhu @dickmastersworld @matrixbearer2024 

[lurochar]

A Daily Stroll

Based on the Alastor comic

Warnings: I am really really bad at writing at headcanons it seems

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It was a daily routine for you and Alastor to go on strolls around the streets of Hell. Despite the fact you and Alastor having been together for almost the entirety of his reign as an Overlord, Sinners still have trouble seeing the sadistic Radio Demon in any part of a romantic relationship.

You were Alastor’s assistant in life, but never married. Of course, there were questions about your exact role, as there were scandalous rumours flying about. Alastor paid you well enough that you could support yourself.

You were murdered about five years after Alastor’s own death by one of his victim’s family members, believing you were his accomplice.

It was one of his few regrets, not confessing to you. He just didn’t want to drag you down with him if he did ever get caught for his crimes. He’s honestly surprised to find you in Hell, but now he has his second chance and he isn’t wasting it.

You accept and so your daily life as the wife of the Radio Demon begins.

Everyday, you and Alastor go to the same cafe with the same shaky nervous waiter. Alastor just ‘tsks’ at you when you throw a few crumbs of your meal at those hungry-looking birds watching your every move. “Darling, don’t waste food on those filthy scavengers.” It doesn’t take him long to join you if the food isn’t to his liking, though.

Next on your stroll, is a park where naturally flowers bloom, which is a rarity in Hell. In life, Alastor had given his mother flowers on the regular and you red roses in particular. Now, he can no longer touch any flower without them immediately wilting, which is quite the shame.

You had long since noticed his annoyed sneer when yet another rose withered in his fingers and you smiled, reaching into your coat. “It took me a while, but I finally learned to make this!” You said excitedly. “Please, bend down for me!”

Alastor’s eyes gain a curious look, but he does as you ask and bends down. A brow raises when he feels you tying something around one of his ears and watches as you stand back and seem to stare at him proudly. “Now what is this?” He reaches up to feel what it is.

You reach into your coat again. “Paper flowers.” You hold one out for him to see. “I know, it’s not as pretty as the real thing. But… but I thought I should try something?”

“It’s lovely, Darling.” 

And so is your proceeding smile.

Cannibal Town is both charming and daunting. Your tastes are not the same as Alastor’s and it’s always a bit unpleasant to see a group of Sinners feasting upon some poor soul unfortunate to wind up as their dinner, but this is Hell and you are no judge.

“Morning, Alastor~♡!” 

It was a swarm of women with hearts in their eyes and blood dripping down their faces and Alastor politely bows his head in return. “Good morning, ladies.” His ear, with the paper rose still tied around it, twitches at your laugh. He’s only being a gentleman, after all. He can’t ignore a greeting from a lady. “Give Rosie a hello from me!”

“Popular as ever, I see.” You say teasingly as Alastor veers you away, not wanting to deal with flirting women when he was out with his wife. “I guess that’s what I get for marrying a celebrity, hmm?” 

He’s content you’re secure enough not to be jealous – he couldn’t even fathom the thought of ever straying from you.

“Speaking of celebrities…” You cough, noting the demons who are just staring blankly into the windows of the stores you both are passing. You grimace and Alastor sneers at the sight of Vox on the TVs. “Is he still…?”

“Madly obsessed with the both of us? Very much so.” Alastor grips his microphone cane harshly, his voice breaking the hypnotizing spell on the two Sinners standing there. “There really is nothing good on these picture box shows, hmm?” The demons instantly run. “Come, Darling. No need to waste time here. A new meat shop has opened and I would like to try it.”

You both stroll along until you reach the meat shop Alastor was talking about. There was a boar butcher, who looked nervous at the sight of the famous Radio Demon. “My good man. I do hope you have fresh venison! My wife and I are partial to it, you see!” Alastor grins and the butcher shudders.

The meat is packed quickly and you and Alastor are on your way out of the shop, passing a lamb Sinner. It only takes a moment, but screams are heard and you both stop and you can see Alastor’s smile is tense. That butcher was a fool, it seemed. You both are back in the shop to see the lamb being choked by the butcher.

“You know, I do really hate those who can’t show a little more respect to those of fairer means.” Alastor is shifting into his more demonic form and you are left to comfort the lamb. “It’s rather distasteful. LIKE BAD MEAT.” Now the butcher is the one screaming and you usher the crying lamb out of the shop.

It’s not long at all before Alastor exits with a bloody bag in hand. “It’s not as tasty as venison, but won’t boar do for tonight’s dinner, Darling?” He grinned and you laughed nervously, blinking when the lamb shyly pulled on your arm with tears in her big eyes.

“T-thank you for saving me!” She squeaked. “How can I repay you? This happens to me a lot.” She confessed. “I’ll give my soul for protection.” 

You are taken back by her blunt offer, but Alastor is used to this sort of thing and it’s clear he does not see any worth in the lamb’s bid and he summons a card out of the air to hand to the lamb. “My dear, go to Cannibal Town and ask for Rosie. Perhaps she can be of some assistance to you? Do keep that card on you, otherwise you will end up as mutton.” Alastor sends the lamb off on her way.

“So kind of you, Alastor~”

It was just another daily stroll with your Radio Demon.

[shinynewboots]

Just a Taste (Adam x fem!reader)

AN: Hello friends! I, like many, have fallen victim to Hazbin Hotel and I am so happy to be here. I could not resist writing about Heaven's favorite misogynist! This was written within 30 minutes in a blur and like my second time writing smut so I hope you enjoy! Probably a bit different of an ending than you would expect but I guarantee Adam has his own religious/morality-based trauma he's got to work through.

1.2k words

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, light smut, dubious consent, fingering, porn without plot, Adam being a misogynist, not proofread

Part 2

You were a sinner. A sinner sentenced to Hell for petty crimes, but a sinner nonetheless. Since the days of the latest extermination, Hell had found itself in a somewhat of a peace. The angels had been slain and driven off for a while at least and Adam, the First Man and Leader of the exterminators, had been killed (allegedly, it had been by a one-eyed maid with a proclivity for stabbing).

However, you knew this information was not alleged as you had seen Adam since his death. Not many knew he had reanimated into Hell as a sinner, as he had attempted to keep a low profile. You had not seen him in all high angelic glory, but you had imagined he likely looked similar before his untimely demise.

You had found him hidden out in an abandoned building, a crazed look of disbelief in his eye similar to other sinners who had first descended into Hell. There was a denial many sinners held, yourself included, about how you had ended up in this place. What had been your final sin to tip the scales towards damnation?

You had decided to take pity on the unknown sinner at the time and offered for him to stay at your humble apartment. He made his identity known quite soon after meeting. He wasn't what you expected; he was a dick. He was also very broody. Had he been this broody and dickish as an angel?

You could not deny that he was handsome, even as a sinner. His hair was thick and brown, constantly in a state of effortless shag. His eyes were a piercing gold color that betrayed his heavenly roots. The only thing that seemed to have changed were the black horns that protruded from his head.

"This fucking sucks," He muttered. He seemed to be in one of his moods again.

"What is it this time?" You asked, choosing to humor him in his misery.

"Same old shit, Y/N. I can't believe I got stuck with all these motherfuckers stupid enough to get stuck in hell."

"Motherfuckers, huh?" You deadpanned, joining him as he sat on the couch. Adam looked you over and shook his head.

"Except you, you're kind of okay I guess."

"Kind of okay, asshole?"

Adam shrugged.

"You know you don't have to stay here," You offered, anger rising in your throat.

"And go where, Y/N? I stick out like a sore thumb and most overlords are just salivating at the chance to kill me again."

"The Hotel the Princess has, the one that rehabilitates Sinners?"

Adam rolled his eyes. "No fucking way, those bitches are the reason I'm even stuck here in the first place."

You shrugged back at him. "Then it sounds like you better stop complaining."

He narrowed his golden eyes and turned to face you head-on on the couch. "Or what?"

You rolled your eyes and moved to leave the couch. You were stopped by a clawed hand grabbing onto your wrist, pulling you back down into Adam's lap.

"What the fuck," You growled, trying to free yourself from his grip. His hand grew tighter around your wrist while the other grabbed your chin and pulled you closer to him.

He stared at you, his golden eyes aflame with something you could not recognize.

"Might as well get a taste if I'm already in hell," He whispered, covering his mouth with yours. Your eyes widened, the situation taking an unexpected turn. His kiss was soft, softer than you had expected him capable of. It was almost hesitant. As if your lips were a new terrain that he must scout, lest there be dangers in his path. His hand that had held your wrist now found itself tangled in your hair.

You wondered how long it had been since he had kissed someone.

Adam grew confident in the kiss and thus grew more hungry. His eager lips consumed yours and you felt his tongue force its way into her mouth, exploring most tantalizingly. His free hand found its way around your waist, pulling your body close to his. A fire burned in your belly as you felt a soft moan escape your lips.  

Your confidence grew as you snaked an arm around his neck and pulled him closer. He almost grinned into your mouth, his deep breathing utterly intoxicating.

"Fuck," He groaned, biting at your lip with his sharpened canines. You felt blood hit your mouth, which was quickly licked away by Adam, who looked at you as though he were sampling the finest heavenly wines. You could feel wetness seeping from your cunt, thoroughly turned on by the twist in tonight's events.

Adam grabbed your body and pulled him on top of you so that you now straddled him. You could feel his erection through his robes, which seemed to twitch with every movement.

"Nothing to say ,Y/N?" He asked as he licked up the bone of jaw until he managed to reach your ear. He licked at the lobe for a few seconds before deciding to take a bite.

"Fuck," You hissed, the sting of the bite shocking you. He chuckled, the sound deep in your ears. What was happening? How did this even happen? First, he had been his usual asshole self and now this?

You felt yourself involuntarily buck your hips against his straining member, the sensation deliciously hitting you. Adam groaned and moved a hand so that it now rested over the heat of your core. His thumb found your clit through your pants and rubbed teasing circles over the area. You could feel the warm wetness of arousal soaking your pants.

"Adam," You exhaled, your control of the situation non-existent. He froze, pulling back his hands from your body as though he had been burned by fire. He stared at you with wide eyes.

"What in the fuck, bitch?"

"Adam?" You questioned, too stunned to acknowledge the slur. You still straddled him and could feel his cock pulsate against your core. His eyes were alight with rage. Unsure, you quickly jumped off from him.

His face had a mixed emotion of rage and... fear? A sheen of sweat had made its way onto his brow and he looked a bit like a child whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar.

"You tempted me," He let out, his breath quickening. You tilted your head in confusion.

"What? You kissed me," You bit out. The fucking audacity. He seemed to not hear you as he shook his head.

"Every day I stay here, the harder it is to stay on the path," He muttered, rising from the couch in a panic. His wings furled around him like a security blanket.

"Adam what are you talking about?" You asked, louder this time. He seemed to look right through you as he ran his hands through his hair. Hesitantly, you reached out and placed your hand on his wing. He froze, golden eyes looking at your hand.

"Don't fucking touch me." He exclaimed, pulling away from you. He left the room in a panic, his wings wrapping around him tighter as he left. You were soon left alone in your apartment hot, bothered, and wondering what in actual heaven was wrong with Heaven's golden boy.

Worst of all, in spite of all the slurs and rude names, you could not help but pity the fallen angel. However skewed his moral code might have been, he still seemed to have one. Maybe you were just one more thing in a long line of sins that he had committed.

What in the fuck was wrong with you?

[orphicrose]

The Co-Host (Alastor x FemReader) X

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Summary: You are Alastors Co host in life, perhaps more. But are separated by a sudden death. When you are finally reunited in the under world, it is up to Alastor to figure out why you don’t remember him.

Warnings ! ! Mentions of Death and Bl00D

W/C: 2.3K

Note : Thank you so so so much to everyone who has enjoyed this story. This is the last chapter to this book BUT I can make another book if anyone is interested. I really do appreciate the love this has gotten. As when it started I thought no one would open it and now i have so many readers.

@cannibalcoyote @kahlan170 @sugxryratz @multifandom-superlover @t0xic1vi @saccharine-nectarine

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Rage filled his body, replacing his lust. Surging through his veins like some sort of adrenaline booster. "Satan...."

A cane appeared in his fingertips, gripping to tight they turned white. Circulation scared to temper with the angered wendigo. Shadows tailed behind his hooves like an army of deviancy. Nothing more to lose but his second life, but that was meaningless anyway without y/n. His minions disperse from him like pathogens looking for a host, flying through the walls and dimly lit areas of hell, looking for their target. Satan. 

Alastor rampaged through hell, his demonic form replacing any evidence of someone who was a human once upon a time. Radio dials replacing his pupils, and black tar like legs emerging from his torso like something from the deep sea. Face like a crazed killer relapsing, reminding him of who he was supposed to be. Lilith hadn't given him this great power for no reason, and he was going to use it. 

On the other side of hell, Y/n lay battered on a warehouse floor. Abandoned by its former workers, bought by Satan to be turned into another means of business without a doubt. 

"There were no distractions" She spluttered on the floor, arms bringing her away from the dirt. "My numbers are up, I don't understand..."

"Not even your sins can be of deterrence to that fool." The man mumbled, trailing around her like a coyote. "I should of killed him when I had the opportunity"

Y/n sat still, doe eyes following his movements with any anticipation to flee for her life. "I never asked for any of this"

"No one asks for anything!" He bites back, stopping in his step to lean towards the cowering demon at his feet. "I gave you a job to do, and you failed. I gave you opportunities to be a great overlord, a wealthy power to be reckoned with. And what do you do with it?"

She remained quiet, face falling to avoid his gaze. 

"What do you do with it?" He repeats. Voice quieter, more sinister. "You don't even use it" The quiet whisper turns to a dark chuckle. Repeating the sentence over and over. "You don't even use it". He can't even comprehend how anyone wouldn't want the power, how anyone would fail to use it. 

"What could one want more than raw magic?"

"Normality" Y/n mumbled. Feeling the blood running from her heart to her fingers, a sensation she missed from her previous life. "What do you need a million souls for? " Her tone became accusing, bolder. Climbing to her feet and balancing her stance to oppose the large man in front of her. She couldn't lose more than her life in this moment, she thought. "There is a limit for power, even for a sin as important as you. So, why so many?"

He bared his teeth, psychotic grin turning upside down to a menacing frown. Words nor forming audible, except for the growl vibrating the glare from his fangs. 

"Why do you need the souls?" Her voice raised, coming closer. Too close. One move and he could bite her head from her shoulders like a rabid bear. 

"Power?"

"I must bring her back!" A vociferous outcry escaped him. A new level of hostility replacing his aura, a hand reaching out and grasping her neck. Restricting any air from escaping his prey. "They took her from me" Guttural sounds gave her goosebumps, watching the tormented memories in his eyes crying, driving him to the brink of insanity as the seconds passed. His anguish pouring out in a storm of shattered words and furious tears. 

Y/n clawed at the broken flesh of his fists in desperation, her fear doing the work for her as her body flailed about under his undeniable grasp. Air struggling to escape her muffled ranting for help. Her vision began to fade to the darkness of her eyelids, bloodshot at they roll away from the world. Her fighting against his merciless force taking her life from her. 

"You are replaceable, everyone is. That's what they told me. That's what they said when they took her" His fist grew tighter with ever slow word to fall from him. "They took her, so I'll take you"

Something flew through the air, something sharp. Hitting him in the hand, resulting in another nasty outburst of roars and splattered words from the sin. 

"So, this is why you are the Sin of wraith. Not very composed, I see. How fitting" Static rung in the air as y/n took in as much oxygen the world around her could offer. Clutching her throat in agony. 

The same static got louder and louder from the life outside the building, till it stopped abruptly. The sense of inevitable danger weighed on satans shoulders, looking around in a panicked state for the source. 

"A lot more paranoid than I suspected.." A hand landed on his shoulder, and sunk its claws into him. The large figure swung round, landing an elbow in Alastor's face. Stunning him. 

Satan took a long second to compose himself of the almighty being in front of him, almost too big for the large ceilings. "Impressive" he put a hand over his shoulder, a flicker of light hitting him before the wound was swiftly removed. "But not that impressive".

The sin tripled in size in just a minute. Legs stretching out, and new ones forming from his torso. Face warping into another species, one that Alastor feared the most. A hellhound, Hades himself would be scared. The absence of skin, replaced by hard bone, gave Alastor a feeling of doubt. Yet, his will to win never making a mark on the sinister grin sprawled across his jaw.  

Strong brick and infrastructure of the warehouse began to crumble. Falling around y/n like heavy snow. She had little time to comprehend what was happening as she was pulled out from underneath a falling brick. She sat, confused, on a patch of grass on the outskirts of a forest. A familiar shadow floating next to her on the floor, giving her a sad smile. Gesturing for her to remain in her place, before flying back to his owner. 

Green and Purple hues floated atop the skyline, rocks flying for miles around her as the two beasts began their decent on one another. Primal echoes of their agony sent a wave of anxiety into confused citizens. Scared to see what the commotion was about. A symphony of raw power emitting from the two, clashing and crumbling buildings around their feet. 

Y/n swallowed her fear, and struggled to her feet. It was true, she had power unlike any other overlord. Gifted to her from a sin himself, maybe she wasn't the most powerful being in the universe. But anything could help Alastor win this battle. She took a deep breath, and let it out. Letting her form sink into the ground with a purple mist following her to her destination. Materializing a few meters away from no-mans-land.

Alastor nor Satan took any interest in her presence. Till the ground shook under their feet, and Violet radiance blinded them. Almost like a storm was brewing from the core of the Earth. Years of pent up aggression and frustration came out in a loud bellow, her form warping into what could only be described as a Phoenix. Her large, dragon like body emerged from the human flesh on her back, ripping and burning it to ashes. Fur mixed with dark scales on her winged being, reminding everyone she was still a being from hell. A large beak let out a god awful screech, gaining the attention from everyone in the pentagram, and deafening those too close. Her feathers Ebony and Royal purple, resembling flames the colour of a dawning sky. Ash settled at the talons that broke the concrete below her weight, ash from her former body. 

Everything froze, to admire the beautiful beast in their presence. Mistaken for a corrupt god. Satan would have been proud, if the circumstances were different. He fell backwards a few inches, his form seemingly shrinking. Barely noticeable. 

"Y/n?" Alastor's figure remained the same, but the look in his eyes returned as he looked over to the large beast next to him. A mix of adoration and fear overcoming him. Y/n dared to move her gaze to him, then back to the offender. Remaining silent like a titan. 

Her stance shifted, a foot coming forward with great force in an instant. Letting out another unnerving scream. 

"What in my fathers name is going on here?"

Everyone looked over to y/n. Who did her best attempt at a shrug with her bird shoulders. Eyes widened as she, too, looked around for the source of the voice. The three of them turned to see a small man, hanging in the air with his large wings. Anger painted on his scowl, and arms crossed like a disappointed father. 

"Down!" He shouted, like they were animals, as he pointed towards the floor. The three of the beats shares a confused and almost embarrassed look, as they hesitantly retook their position as an average hell being. Shrinking simultaneously to their previous sizes. 

"Lucifer! How good to see you aga-"

The small man landed in front of Satan, taking no second to strike him across the face. "What do you think you are doing in pride? Destroying my buildings? Scaring my sinners?"

The large man looked down on him with a saddened look, holding the red mark on his face. "I had business to tend to"

Lucifer let out a frustrated laugh as he gestured to the damage around them. "Ya call this business?" He laughed again, stuttering, and holding his temple firmly "I don't even know what to say. Go home!" He flashed him with his horns for a brief second before letting himself calm down. "We will be discussing this later... But a few of your souls are going to be conviscated!"

Y/n stood awkwardly next to Al, holding an arm with the other. The king of hell turned to the two after Wraith had disappeared from his sight like a toddler with a tantrum. "And you two..." His arms crossed again, looking them up and down. Leaning uncomfortably close to them. "I expect more from overlords of my ring."

"I apologies... You're majesty" Y/n inched closer to Alastor for comfort, who remained silent. Staring at the short man in his gaze. 

The king shook his head, mumbling to himself. "This just won't do" 

"Do you mind... getting my soul back?" 

He returned her question with a very unimpressed stare.

"For Lucifers sake... Alastor!" Y/n's voice echoed through the house like a siren in the deer's ears. 

"Yes, Mon Cheri?" He appeared behind her in the kitchen, startling her. He spun and wacked him lightly in the chest in retaliation. "What's wrong?" "You ate the last of the snacks? I was saving them for our movie night" Y/n pouted, holding up an empty box of wafers. 

"I did no such thing. I don't even enjoy those bland creations" He pretended to take offence, holding his heart.

"Well, who else would have eaten them?"

He grinned wider, staring at her with little to no expression before grabbing her arm. "We are going to be late for our broadcast, dear. Lets solve this mystery later" He began to drag her behind him. 

"I think it's already solved" She mumbled, keeping up with his pace.

After the long journey they had suffered together, the two decided to bring a sense of normality to their life's. Staring a new Broadcasting service for all the rings of hell to enjoy. Y/n and co-host. Her name going from the overlord of souls, to the overlord of media. For now, at least. . They did broadcasts 6 days of the week, updating hell on gossip or general news. Even being introduced to sinners who listened to their broadcasts in life. Growing their names, all over again. 

If you want to know what happened to Satan, Lucifer had him put in mandatory therapy for his anger issues. And for his problems surrounding grieving. But y/n's soul was returned to her by the king himself. Well... not so much returned as it was re-located to lucifers possession. Giving a soul back is a lot harder than it sounds. But the point it, it is in a safer place. Satan's Business has been put on hold, for now. Losing over 70% of his workers to lucifer, due to mental instability. Maybe he will rise to power again one day, but at least y/n no longer has to worry about it. 

"Good morning you foul sinners, and today me, and my wonderful co-host Alastor, are bringing you todays news!" 

"Thank you Y/n! Yes, today is already a day not to forget. Turf wars making their way through the east side of the pentagram with someone known as Sir Pentious!" Alastor chuckled "He doesn't seem to be doing so well!" 

The two laughed together. The static from the radio emitting from the small device in a kitchen. Electronic fingers reach out to turn the dial, turning the volume up as the chatter continued. A large figure was perched, listening intently to the noise. A bored expression on his face. "you too, won't be doing so well soon" The boredom shifted to an amused grin. Baring his electronic teeth on his flat face. Static emitting from his body like a circuit.  Vox gave a knowing look towards his small radio. 

[chihuahuawashere]

RadioStatic!!!

It’s cold and dark out and the /last/ thing Alastor wants is his heat source to leave. He knows that Vox has a big meeting to go to help further their AV Empire but with comfortable he is right now he honestly doesn’t want to leave.

Alastor is on top of Vox holding head while he’s legs clinged around his waist putting him in a tight sleepy grip as Vox has no way to get out of bed.

“My deer… I have to go…” Vox says in a deep soft voice directly into Alastors ear making chills go down his spine alll the way to his tail.

“No it’s raining… and raining means cuddles stupid TV head…” he says as he’s burying himself deeper into Voxs neck. 

But Vox really needs to make a good impression on these Overlords so even if he /really/ wanted to spend the whole day in Alastors arms he couldn’t afford to mess this up. So Vox continued to get out of Alastors death cuddle. The deer obviously to tried and mad turned to the side of the bed and pouted knowing that he’s going to be cold in bed.

And seeing Alastor is one of Voxs hoodies looking all cute calm and /safe/ means so much to him that he could help but spoon Alastor in bed. And feeling his lovely heat source up against his back the deer turned around back to his favorite TV and cuddle his right back with Voxs hands crawling up and down his but underneath his hoodie. Immediately putting Alastor right back to sleep listening to the rain hit the roof as cold from the fan hit their face while both of them drifted back to sleep knowing that they are in each other arms safe n sound are warm.

In the late morning Vox woke up in a panic— granted this is one of the best sleeps he ever had before (living and death) he knew he completely fucked up and started booking it to the front door looking like a mess until his assistant stopped him telling him that he already pushed the meeting into the afternoon and enjoy his morning.

Still so so shocked and surprised just thank him and walked back into his and Alastors room where he sees his deer completely dead to the world sleeping like there is no tomorrow. And considering that he now has plenty of time on his hands he walks deeper inti the room and crawls back in bed where Alastor automatically opens his arms for him to crawl into. This it’s Voxs turn to sleep on top of him ❤️

This video gave me the inspiration for this and the same poses RadioStatic were in 

[diino8081]

frozen liberation au

THE BEGINNING

chapter 1 - old version

(chapter list)

content warnings for character death and blood

the ice emperor groans as he clutches his head, memories flowing through him like a bullet. he can see someone in green standing at the bottom of the stairs, vex in front of him.

"my emperor," he says, turning to face him. "are you alright?"

he shakily takes off his helmet, carefully putting it on the throne behind him, his breathing quick. "v-vex i--"

a shout from the bottom of the stairs. "zane!"

is that... lloyd?

"get away from him!"

there is a blur of green as the two seem to fight. his head aches, still flashing with memories. the clashing of weaponry does nothing to help.

too much noise.

he walks down the stairs, veering towards a hallway on the left. he looks over his shoulder, tensing at the sight of the battle.

the formling looks at him.

he runs.

he retreats to one of the rooms of the palace, trying to cope with the two lifetimes he's now quickly starting to remember. his old bedroom, he recalls. he'd eventually stopped using it at some point.

the armour he wears feels heavier, claustrophobic. he sheds it, placing it on the ground with a clink.

he remembers a ship, the bounty. his father. pixal, the ninja. wu. he remembers his sacrifice and how he died to kill the overlord. how kai and nya would always compete with each other over the smallest of things.

he remembers ghosts and skeletons and oni. how cole would share music with him. how jay defeated him a million times playing videogames and the one time he got him back. how he, pixal and lloyd celebrated after stopping a hostage situation during one of their missions.

but he's not that nindroid anymore. his grip tightens on the staff.

but there's something else.

he remembers backing up his systems. a reflection in the ice around him. his eyes widen in realisation.

there's a knock. he turns to see vex at the door. "my emperor, there you are."

"don't call me that."

"but it's who you are."

"i said don't, vex." he points the blade towards the former advisor. "we may have been friends before, but i know better now. and i will not hesitate to kill you where you stand."

vex's expression turns sour as he steps back. "so what, are you now calling yourself 'zane' like what that intruder called you?" he spits.

his grip on the weapon falters. he looks away. "it's... the better option." ugh, he still feels horrible for tainting that name with his actions.

"you don't sound so sure. let me help you." he grins. "do you want the throne back? to exterminate the last of those vermin? i can get you what you wa--"

zane drives the blade forward, hitting flesh. something wet hits his cheek. he looks down to see the metal having pierced through vex's torso, blood leaking freely from the wound. his face flashes to concern and then fear.

the weapon feels heavy in his hands. what has he done?

so yeah that's it that's part one of the beginning

i am considering putting this on ao3, i have a more refined (yet currently incomplete) version of this written out that i may put there in future

i think though i'm gonna just try this format for now and then when it's at a good point then i'll throw it on in there

but yeah i hope you all enjoyed, any and all comments are appreciated

thank you for reading

CHAPTER SELECT

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[celtrist]

Re: https://www.tumblr.com/celtrist/767361059814309888/controversial-opinion-voxs-design

- Big Agree, Vox should have a 50s anchorman tie, it would really bring out the manic capitalism in his eyes

- Potentially unpopular opinion Alastor would look neat with a 20s arrow collar, the detachable kind that you can mix and match with shirts. Maybe he already wears one and we’ll never know. But I guess he fancies himself more as an entertainer so chose the bow tie instead of a long one because that’s Too Business

- One pro of a bow tie is that it’s short and can’t get loose and dangle into the mess of stabbing someone to death, or get snagged on rubble or grabbed by a victim/opponent. And yet both Alastor and Vox insist on long-tailed coats. I feel like Edna Mode.

- Maybe bow ties have just been The Fashion in Hell. The fashion industry could be 50% bow tie and 50% lingerie for all we know ;_; Some 19th century fashion tycoon has an obsessive death grip on the bow tie market I guess. If they sell they sell

- Crack theory: Alastor and Vox both used to wear regular ties, then later each individually decided they wanted to distance themselves from the other, show they’d moved on to new things etc, and changed to bow ties. Only to see each other at the next overlord meeting and realise they both still had matching ties, and they’ve been in a game of spite-fuelled chicken as to who will cave and change their tie first

Wow, the real-life Edna Mode dropped into my inbox Yeah, I don't see people pointing out that Vox having a tie would just make more sense for his character as being a capitalist business man. The bowtie works with Alastor because he's about entertainment and likes to be an entertainer, and bowties are dapper but also can give a sense of "looseness" to a person. Ties, adversely, are more for business people, people with a head on their shoulders. And Vox is clearly a businessman before he's an entertainer. At least that's how those two pieces of attire read to me from a character design perspective. The wifi symbol on Vox's shirt just feels so randomly placed, putting a tie there to have that wifi symbol would make it look more intentional and clean looking. It'd also just make more sense. I don't understand that wifi symbol. Why is it there? Is his shirt not a button up? It's not like that spot would've looked distractingly empty, I don't even know if people remember that thing being there all the time. Just- why???

Definitely love that crack theory and could totally see it being a thing if they were around each other for a long time when they were friends. And I suppose that COULD make sense with the bowtie not getting tangled compared to a tie, but that reason would work for Alastor rather than Vox. As far as we're concerned, Vox isn't really one to do stabbings and such. He lets other people do his dirty work and prefers mind games over violence. He's honestly probably in his tower all the time not torturing anyone (maybe casualties but he's not having torture sessions like Alastor and his radio segments).

While I would say I generally like the designs in Hazbin, I actually don't think they're very good designs if that makes sense? At the least I have gripes. Like I'm not a fan of the argument that characters don't look like the era they're from, because characters like Angel and Vox are meant to be keeping up with the times not staying stuck in the past. However, I do think nods (like Valentino's look and Niffty's poodle skirt) wouldn't hurt and add a lot to varying the wardrobe.

That's where I actually have a big issue with Alastor's appearance. Don't get me wrong, I really like his design, but it makes 0 sense for his character in universe. Considering he's supposed to stand out like a sore thumb in being stuck in his ways in the 20s to 30s, he doesn't look from that era at all. At least nothing about his design really indicates that era aside from MAYBE the pinstripe? Like, a person who has no clue what a Hazbin is isn't gonna look at Alastor and be like "oh, that guy looks like he's from the 20s". But the hair being more of the 1920s-30s male hairstyle would honestly help a lot and I would imagine something HE'D want to keep. Again, I like his design but for someone who wants to stay in the past, his appearance doesn't really reflect that all too much. The rest of the cannibal colony has that idea more down than Alastor. Having his hair reflected as a popular 20s or 30s hairstyle in the Creole culture would also add to reflecting his heritage better too, and I say that not personally liking the hairstyles. The collar idea is neat, but personally (and this is headcanon territory) I like to think Alastor being covered up head to toe is in part because he doesn't like people touching him. Also, let's be real, he's more than likely a bit of a prude haha (and he's seen the people in Hell). But it's a good thought with the collar and I like where your headspace is at! I will say I do just generally agree that Alastor should have fashion more akin to the 20s and 30s considering he doesn't seem to much care for eras past that.

He also doesn't look like a radio demon. I'm sorry, I HAVE to call Alastor out on that. Colors don't matter I'd argue if only because his media of choice is radio, so it's all about sound. His colors could do with something OUTSIDE of red, but y'know, there's been characters with predominantly one color in their design before. I just think the overwhelming red (technically it's pink but whatever) isn't helped that the rest of the pride ring is that same color so Alastor isn't standing out against the background very well sometimes. But considering Vox's design, Alastor being called "the radio demon" seems silly. The only motif to radio, visually, is his staff that could be mistaken as a normal staff. And when he's in a more monstrous form, it's just with his radio-dial eyes. Again, I like Alastor's design, but Vox looks like "the TV demon". Alastor looks like a wolf kemonomimi (his ears are honestly more wolfish than deer-like and his antlers, while I get why they're small animation-wise, some people don't notice them).

And on the deer front, I'm honestly not a fan of making him a full anthro deer. Granted, I'm not sure if I would change anything like his ears and stuff to be more deer-like as I do still personally think what he has now works, BUT I CAN STILL POINT IT OUT. The only reason I like that he's not a full deer anthro is because we have a lot of anthropomorphic characters that are furries just because with no relation to their death (as far as we know, but I don't know how a cat murdered Husk). Alastor, supposedly as this may no longer be canon but considering his forehead mark we can assume it probably is, was MISTAKEN as a deer. So it would make sense if his sinner form reflected not Alastor as a deer but as a man who could be mistaken as one. Like, Alastor only has the parts of a deer the hunter saw and mistook Alastor as a deer for. There's a lot of anthro sinners and characters, but Alastor is unique in being a kemonomimi for lack of a better term. Thus, I think he works better as being a mix of human and deer rather than just deer.

But to finish up with the radio thing, my favorite idea someone had was by @/cholvoq. They probably have my favorite Hazbin designs (like I love the idea that Vox's consciousness is still in his old head that's now used as his chest). And I really fell in love with the idea that Alastor has a radio in his chest. Just- it makes so much sense. It'd at least give him more of a reason to be called "the radio demon", but it'd also kind of give a sense that radio is so much a part of him that it's LITERALLY A PART OF HIM. Like it's practically his blood life, his beating heart, it just works so well and I fell so hard for the idea! The downside is no fluffy chest if you're a "fluffy Alastor" fan.

We were talking about Vox but just got onto a whole thing with Alastor's design, whoops. I mean, I like both their designs all the same, but I think Vox's works a lot better both for his character, story and design than Alastor's does. AND I LIKE HIS STUPID BOBCUT. MAKES NO SENSE WHY HE HAS IT (unless you subscribe to my best reasoning for why on earth he'd have it. A funnier reason I thought of since the whole S2 debacle is it's not by choice that he has it and it's because he's seen like a kid to someone. Trying to be vague to not make it too obvious because spoilers, but if you know you know), BUT I LIKE IT. But it's an interesting idea concerning the fashion in Hell thing. And I imagine at some point they'll honestly make a joke about everyone wearing a bowtie. Just seems like something they'd do. But I will say, going that route, then I'm not entirely sure ALASTOR would wear a bowtie seeing as he's not interested in following trends. Then again, I can see him wearing it just cuz he wants to, nothing more. Husk on the other hand still wouldn't make sense for this. Maybe when he was an overlord, but he's a washed-up, 60s to 70s-year-old alcoholic who doesn't seem interested in staying trendy.

[calculatesguilt]

6, 13, 14, and 21. :)

6. Favorite female bot(s)

Ohhh this is a hard one there's so many that are good. Tbh it's probably Windblade, though Nautica is pretty up there :)

13. Least favorite Decepticon(s)

This is a hard one because tbh I don't care for Most Decepticons? I'm not a Villain guy so it's hard for me to find any interest in them especially when I feel a lot of the time the Decepticons get Fumbled and often fall into the trap of "revolutionary is now genocidal so we can't talk about their Points" in a lot of conts. BUT... If I had to pick I... don't really care much for Starscream.

I often feel he's overhyped and his position in a lot of conts. often feels like he's wresting the narrative away from other characters that don't really have any screentime (or pagetime depending on the continuity.) And I often don't like how fandom portrays him but that's another beast I don't wanna tackle.

14. Least favorite Autobot(s)

21. A pairing you love that no one else seems to

did you know there are only 10 works in the rodimus/perceptor tag on ao3. did you know there is only 5 pieces of art for them.

I GRIP YOUR SHOULDERS SO TIGHTLY

DID YOU KNOW THIS...

Okay this is actually a pretty niche one and mostly it's based off the fact that Rodimus and Perceptor are Just Like my fiance and I. They've a special place in my heart and I wish their dynamic was explored a little more in mtmte given Percy was chief scientific officer (which... one would think he'd have a bigger impact on the Higher Up positions... but whatever.)

This one and drift/percy though from what I understand before mtmte came around that was the fairly popular one for those two. HOWEVER..... I will talk about them because i care about them . so much.

Okay this got long so rest under the cut.

I think every day of my life about how drift saving percy is intrinsically tied to him becoming an autobot. and i think so much about how people do their dynamic WRONG. you see i don't think they'd be A Thing at all DURING the events of canon but i could see them tentatively stepping towards it once Perceptor is able to come to grips and let go of the whole idea that he Owes Drift for saving him.

There's some very interesting dynamics there (that i'm currently exploring with Expunge/Override) that I wish was mentioned even in passing in MTMTE and it really pisses me off that so many off the characters aren't allowed near their pre-existing relationships.

Perceptor and Drift do not have a single shared line in MTMTE. they have ONE panel where they're talking Off Screen in the TB's spotlight

my hot take that would get me ending up like this ^ is that it would've been so much better if it was percy who went after drift. not ratchet. he'd have more reason to (a. he has more ties to the overlord incident than . fucking ratchet. b. do you know how dangerous the whole "patient falls in love w the doctor that saved him" trope is? c. it'd be coming full circle paralleling when drift went back to rescue him on turmoil's ship. it'd be poetic.) and his Continued Existence is in of itself a rebuttal to Drift's struggle with "i only bring death to the universe"

(also drift deserves a REAL man that doesn't constantly belittle him. Like Me.)

[yutzen]

Animal-Proofing

(Archived story, and one of the first prompt stories I wrote. Original prompt was by Impressions of Detail on Cohost)

Cut off one head, and two grow to replace it. By now, it's stretched into a dense fractal ball of faces, and a toss-up who's more upset about it — it or everyone else.

In darkness and depths, under the light of a violet torch, a tall, beaked figure in a cowl of red and purple struck a bejeweled staff against the stony floor.

"When I declared that I, Lord Swartrabe, would conquer and rule these lands with an iron grip, I knew someone would try and stop me. So I set up to make a lair, a fortress worthy of my name. I would take all the best tricks of history, all those that had served Lords before me when their lands were besieged, and apply them all, so that I would stand where they did not. And to an extent, it has WORKED!"

"The old defenses came to mind first of all. The classics, the traps. Blades swinging from the walls, crashing guillotines, swinging axes from the roof, and even the dwarven classic: Sawblades! Oh, it would be beautiful, corridors of death that no warrior could fight against. For you cannot block nor parry cuts of such size, and you CANNOT read intent on PHYSICS ALONE! KHAHAHAH! And hence my smiths created the finest implements of sharpened death, and the most devious mechanisms to propel them through my besieging foes. And I lined my hallways with death that would start triggering at my will, and it worked. Dozens, if not HUNDREDS of blades that could shred an army with NARY a dent would await those storming my castle!"

Scarred, scorched talons clenched within their sleeves. A smaller, feathered figure looked up at it nervously, his own beak slightly open, as their overlord paced about, too agitated to avoid the puddles of blood.

"But what of those slippery sorts, I told myself? Thieves of hoards, those with instincts beyond mere reading of a combatant, the agile lots that may come together, or simply alone, all to find my vaults TAKE WHAT BELONGS TO ME? For that, I would need something with a mind. Not too much of it, for if I had someone of such power they may plot against me. But something, that would cut it. It has worked for the elves, and it would work for ME as well! So I set out to find a beast that could CUT DOWN those who could duck, weave and slip, a creature that could strike from EVERY angle! A beast that even when struck at, would simply become worse and worse and WORSE! At great expense I hauled a hydra, had my greatest tamers ensure its loyalty to me, and its territory as THIS fortress!"

Lord Swartrabe cackled. "Oh, I would raise plenty more later, yet it seemed unneeded! For with these two defenses, such potent FILTERS of any BLASTED UPSTART that could plot and strike against me would be more than enough. NO ONE would reach me, NO ONE! KHAHAHAHAHAAA!"

But the raven lord's cackle deflated, enthusiasm faltering, and the lord himself slumping against his own staff with a sigh. After an awkward moment of what he wished would've been silence, the shrike with him finally spoke: "M-my lord, I understand what you mean, and you cannot say it didn't work, but surely you-"

"I KNOW it has worked!", the Lord shrieked out. "The siege is defeated, its army routed and slain! No, that is no problem. Their DAMNABLE DELAYS were a problem! Adventurers should have a plan written out before they come here, shouldn't they!? Not simply HANG at the entrance while I lose my patience, while we all lose our patience, WHILE MY BEASTS LOSE THEIR PATIENCE! There were PLACES for them to be fought OTHER THAN HALFWAY IN! But halfway in is where my hydra met them all, WELL after I pulled all levers, and...!"

His voice died halfway through, futile gestures hanging in the air. The shrike rose but a single clawed finger, lingering, trying and failing to find the right words. So he just looked down at the scattered debris on the floor, wincing at a distant hiss behind him.

"What I am saying, little butcher, is that I expected victory. I expected triumph. I expected something that would SCATTER the armies of those that stood against me! AND I GOT IT! But what I wasn't expecting, WHAT I NEVER COULD'VE INTENDED", Swartrabe's voice rose to a hysterical shriek, "WAS THAT!"

Finally he pointed his talon behind the shrike.

Therein laid the blood and belongings of heroes, scattered viscera, spoils dropped in panic... and an incomprehensible mass of scales and teeth. An outright gordian tangle of reptilian necks and heads, knotted into immobility. All of them wedged tightly into the hallway, and all of them staring indignantly at Lord Swartrabe, every last pair of eyes boring straight into the lord's own perturbed pair. And right before the heads, coiled rather than stretched, a pair of massive axeblades swinging from the ceiling.

Neither lord nor lackey spoke at first. Only the sounds of furious hissing, groaning machinery struggling against weight, and of a single oversized sword repeatedly slamming down from the ceiling, triggered by two halves of a corpse lying on its pressure plate, could be heard echoing through the hallway.

Finally, the lackey broke the unsilence, addressing the elephant in the room. "My lord... how do you wish for us to proceed?"

And all Lord Swartrabe could do was bury his beaked face in his talons, groaning for a full five seconds. His voice was as far from its initial bombast as could be. "Just... just turn them off, bring grease to slide it out, and have everyone put it at the entrance instead. Now more than ever I don't think I want to see anyone."

[theacedragon0w0]

Please Stay

The night Sage leaves to serve the hotel one last meal, before the Make me yours comic.

Hazel belongs to @puffymucher

TWarning as Sage has thoughts of death and them not caring about if they get exterminated

"Do you have a fucking death wish?!" Velvette screamed.

Sage groaned, finishing with their tie for their uniform and was preparing to leave. "I don't see why this is an issue."

"Oh really? You don't see an issue of going to that shit hole of a motel for a shift, which by the way, happens to be the night before those angelic cunts come down and turn anyone into a bloody kabob?! Oh and let's not forget that they are coming six months early because of that blue blood bitch!"

"Well if I bite the bullet, or I guess in this case the spear, you can find another guard to help Hazel." Sage reasoned, they could be replaceable, they were only as good as what they can provide, Velvette or Charlie, it didn't make a difference.

Velvette summoned Sage's collar, almost knocking the reptile to her knees, "I don't want another guard! I want you dumbass! Hazel wants you! What does that hotel have that I can't give you?!"

Sage stared, it wasn't a secret for them that they went to the hotel to get away from Crystal, and agreed to go along with whatever crazy stunts that the patrons planned, even at the expense of Sage's sleep schedule. When the news broke about the extermination being halved in time, they didn't think much of it, as to Sage, they had nothing left here for them anyway.

But something clicked to Sage, they composed themselves, "Well I'm only working for you part time anyway, and even if I agreed to give you my soul, what would make me any different than the rest of the thousands that you already have?"

Velvette's face grew hot, "Because you're not a like any of those spineless backstabbing assholes! You and Hazel are the few here that I can trust that you won't sell my ass out."

Velvette clung onto Sage's hand, her mascara running down her cheeks as tears were leaking from her eyes,

"Please stay Sage,"

Sage's shoulders stiffen, they wanted to give themselves to Velvette, and even to Hazel. They actually like Sage's cooking; shit, a part of Sage admitted to enjoying the long hours. But they retracted when Sage looked at her left hand. She remembered why she placed this distance between her and the two, Sage couldn't risk on the possibility of having her heart broken again.

But then why was her boss so bent about Sage staying with her and Hazel? Why was Hazel willing to block Sage's path to the exit? And why was Sage overthinking this? It's not like they were planning to stay at the hotel to fight, given how they would last twenty minutes at most.

Sage squeezed Velvette, who still didn't let go of her guard's hand, "Look, it'll be a quick shift, I'll make those sinners one last meal before they have to throw hands with the might of heaven. I'll grab my shit from my hotel room and I'll be back here. It shouldn't take me more than three hours."

Sage pulled out some tissues that they keep in her pocket, wiping the overlord's cheeks that were stained with the smeared makeup.

Hazel gripped Sage's shoulder, "You better keep your promise Bluebell."

Sage nodded, "I will, I'll be back before you know it."

[simp-ly-writes]

Chapter Four: Finding Truth

Can be read as a standalone: Personal Hell Series (pt.5)

Pairing: (Hazbin Hotel) Lucifer Morningstar x demon overlord!Reader

Summary: The King of Hell himself has been called to the hotel as you debate if it's your time to check-out. Yet soon that decision does not become your own as your dreams play catch-up with reality and everything you have been rebuilding becomes threatened once again.

Warnings: 3683 words, this chapter deals with a lot of sensitive subject matters; including but not limited to: metal health subjects, gore, injury, and blood, violence, death, abuse, controlling behaviour, jealousy, and emotional angst. Please do not interact with this chapter if you are sensitive to any of the matters listed above.

A/N: happy valentines day! XD

Masterlist | Taglist | edited.

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

Lucifer looks past the posted guard who appears more in character while exiting your office and towards his tinkering space. Various piles of ducks are stacked in every corner, he picks up his tools once more back from where he left them. Murmuring to himself while observing the components once more, he turns to face the numerous portraits along the wall, “Now presenting, the magic-tastical back flipping duck!- that spits fire!” 

He coos at his creation, admiring the colour of accessories that accentuate its plastic look. “All the applause please-oh who am I kidding,” he looks up at you before kicking the toy away, “this sucks.” But as soon a she hears the defeated squeak exiting the object, he looks down at his feet in shame. You would not want to see me like this…

But just as another well of thoughts is about to overflow, his phone rings with a circus-themed tone that Lililth hated ever-so-much. “Daughter calling!” The King states in a crazed repetition, stressing each syllable as he circles around the room, gripping his hat in panic. A few staff members situated outside the room, side-eye one another, the palace is deathly silent as they all await yet another outburst or the best day in decades. 

“This is the first time she has called YOU in years!” The King announces to the ducks in the room while gripping the electronic box. “This has to be perfect- heyyy bitch!” The King jumps with joy hearing Charlie's voice in his year, “Hi dad,” she simply states back in a sheepish tone, looking around the room. 

“H-How are you, where are you these days?” 

“You know where I am dad, I’ve told you before,” Charlie responds with annoyance, now gripping Vaggies hand for support. “You have- oh,ah yes. Just been a bit busy is all.” Lucifer answers while pacing around the room. 

“I have a big ask, is that's alright- its to do with my hotel?” You give the Princess a thumbs up, urging her to continue as you sip the drink in your hands. 

The King drops his own teacup at the question to grip the phone between his hands, “Of course! Anything of mine is yours for the taking You just name it~” he sign-songs back. Your heart flutters out of your chest practically as you turn a deeper shade of red. He is talking to Charlie, you crazy overlord. SNAP OUT OF IT, you state to yourself. Shaking your head back and forth as Angel Dust gives you a wink- seemingly knowing what you are thinking. 

“I NEED to speak with Heaven- someone above Adam, above everyone. I need to go to the top!” Charlie announces as the group cheers. Horror emanates the King's face as he wags his finger towards the phone. “NO. NO NO- Charlie dear. NO. NO,” he performs. 

“LOOK DAD,” Charlie stressed out, small horns being to sprout from the top of her head as she nearly breaks Vaggies hand from the pressure she holds it with, “I don’t ask you for anything- But this is really important to me and I need you… people need you.”

“I-I don’t know Charlie,” Lucifer says while picking up a frame of you and Lilith having tea together. “Just come and see what I am trying to do, You will see that it is a good idea- Please Dad,” Charlie begs, her grip loosening as yours tightens, almost shattering your cup after every word spoken. 

“Wait,” Charlie's dad responds in a breathy tone as realisation takes over any initial doubts, “You are inviting me over?! I am coming right away- I will be there in an hour!” He slams the call closed, skipping out the door, “My daughter wants to see me!” He signs out to the staff, drops kicking another duck down the hall, “take that!- Depression!”

All the remaining staff let out a sigh of relief- someone would not be getting skinned alive today- and they couldn’t be all the more thankful for it. Lucifer would teleport directly to the hotel, waiting outside observing the recently renovated structure as he ensures every part of his look is the best it can be. 

--

Back inside the hotel, Vaggie orders roles for the Hotel to be cleaned. “We are going to make an amazing Impression- well besides you,” Vaggie points out, “You prepare the medical supplies- someone is going to need it.” Taking her comment as a joke- you reassure yourself no-one is going to get hurt later tonight as you helped Husk to repair some holes in the walls from prior attacks. 

In under an hour, the Hotel is sparkling as you stand beside Alastor on one of the balconies facing the foyer. “You ready?” you ask him while combing through your healing hair. His eyes stay stagnant on the door, practically glaring holes through it but make no moves to question him on his actions. 

Charlie lets out a large sigh, hyping herself up with a smile and looking upwards to you, holding eyes for a moment, she blinks twice- asking if you were going to be alright. “I will do what I have to,” is all you say in return with a small smile that you struggle to keep. Looking back to your right, Alastor has disappeared, moving in the Shadows to stand beside Charlie about to open the door. 

You grip the railing, as the door flies open, “CHARLIE!” Lucifer calls out, your heart stops, breath hitching as he wraps his arms around her in an exaggerated hug. Charlie wheezes out from the pressure, patting his back, “It is so good to see you~” The man coo’s out. You glare towards Alastor who seems vexed by the scene, his cane scrapes against the hardwood floors as you soon become distracted once more by the stark white tophat he wears. 

You chuckle out through your nose, remembering the times he placed that hat on your head during court and leave soon afterwards- it was a silent command that you were in charge. The snake would wrap its way around, fixing itself to situate propers atop your head. “It's- good- to- see- you- too- Dad,” Charlie manages to say before he lets go, straightening up his coat. 

“Welcome to the Hotel!” Charlie announces while confetti goes off in the background. You use this distraction to blink out of sight just before he can see you, choosing to stick to the shadows as you observe him interact with your friends. He bends down to KeeKee who purrs loudly at her master's return, his eyes go wide, patting the top of her head as Alastor cracks his neck to the side. 

Razzle and Dazzle soon fly their way over, breaking out of Charlie's room where she hid them away, ensuring that they would not give up your presence. He twirls them around, cooing just the same before the coldness so many see today coats his appearance in dark purple hues, “You taking care of my little girl? YOU BETTER BE, hahahaha!” 

Angel Dust shivers at the reaction, the whiplash of his emotions reminding him of people he knows too well. Husk only tips his bottle towards the Spider, a knowing look being shared between the two as they cheer. The King comments on the decor, his cane pointing out to the various elements he notices, eyes just brushing over your invisible form as you let out a sigh in relief. 

Alastor introduces Lucifer to the bar in which he questions the taste of it all. You do your best to sniffle back your laughter, “And you are?” “Alastor, a pleasure to meet you your majesty,” the Radio Demon responds with, shaking his apple-topped staff with a sharp smile. His hat topples over much to his displeasure as he huffs out, fixing it while Charlie skips her way over to continue the tour. Alastor’s hand falls on her shoulder that has you gasping beside a Vaggie who growls out just as Lucifer does. 

Jealousy is all he sees, not bothering to acknowledge the comment on his height. A shock gasp escapes you when you hear Alastor swear as heads snap over to the direction you should be in. The King squints into the darkness as you use a bit of his blood to mask over your magic. He feels the prickles against his skin- thinking them to be irritation as he gives his attention back to an anxious Charlie who laughs nervously.

“Charlie dear- why don’t you introduce me to your OTHER friends,” Lucifer transitions, leaning against his cane with a friendly smile back on his face. You slam your head against the wall when Lucifer does not realise Charlie has a girlfriend yet you are thankful that he is at least supportive, choking her out as well with his signature hug. 

You whisper harshly in Angel Dust’s ear as Lucifer nears, warning him about making any comments, “Don’t blow a gasket toots, no need to get all jealous with me- I am in no way wanting to put myself in the middle of that.” Nifty practically climbs him like a tree. You shake your head just as Alastor returns back to the conversation- even better, is all you can think when a dick measuring competition starts.  

You tap your foot to the beat, smiling at Lucifer's singing voice that you had the last pleasure of hearing eons ago when you had fallen ill one day. He sang you back to health as Lilith stood on your otherside, commanding the servants around to fulfil your every waking need. 

But the world soon comes to a halt as a hurried person apparently named Mimzy as Alastor declares comes bursting into the space. You ready your blade, waiting for an attack just as Vaggie does- standing just in front of Charlie who gently pushes her aside to introduce herself. 

--

The short woman rushes up to Lucifer without a second glace at Charlie whos hand soon falls back down to her side. “Why hello sir~” Mimzy teases out, eyes fluttering as Lucifer's twitches. “Charmed,” Lucifer manages to say before turning himself around to inspect the entrance some more, murmuring to himself about the creepy security put in place. 

A catch up at the bar soon takes place and people resolve to their own worlds, during a moment like this you wonder whether to reveal yourself or not but that decision would soon not become your own as loan sharks threaten to take the whole Hotel down, weapons are raised as you rise up from the shadows. 

You shove Lucifer down to the floor as he shouts out, doing his best to resist whomever had the audacity to treat him in his own house. You spread the ground, souls emerging from the crevice as you started to jump between pieces of earth. Dodging bullet after knife as their screams got cut short by you ripping apart their vocal cords. The edge of your spear remained perfectly spotless as you made quick work of them all.

The ground soon fell back in place, burying the corpses as you rolled back your shoulders and whipped your hands clean. Your back soon was slammed into the hotel's brick wall as you took a great deal of the impact. Your vision blurred as you tried to look at who had attacked you with such unpredicted veracity, your head soon falling as the impact weighed down on your sore muscles. An arm of their branches your chest, ensuring you stay flush against the wall as their hand grips your chin- ensuring that you remain facing them. 

You blink slowly, vision beginning to clear as red eyes glow through your mask, shattering it for good. Their grip loosens the slightest bit- allows you to take a deep breath in as you watch Lucifer analyze your face. His teeth are bared- mocking that of a smile as you begin to tremble. He is going to eat me alive if I don’t say something quick. 

Your brain fires all that it can, your ears ring without the need for Alastors tricks. A singular tear rolls down your face as you recognise the agony he portrays. He screams in your face, “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? DARING TO CROSS ME WITH SUCH CRUEL TRICKS IN MY OWN DOMAIN- WHAT DEITY HAS SENT YOU TO TAUNT ME. DO THEY NOT SEE WHEN I HAVE ALREADY LOST IT ALL.” You sob, whining as you shake your head, desperately trying to grasp a hold of him- reassuring him that you are who you are with lack of better words. 

He pulls back slightly to shove you against the bricks once again as you cry out, blood dripping from your skull. You hear Charlie cry out, “DAD STOP!” between sobs as Vaggie hastily pulls her away, she screams out, hands grasping for you- her eyes flashing to scenes of her mother leaving again. “NO. NO. NO, Vaggie let go!” She kicks her feet on the ground, trying to get away as Vaggie pulls her harder with the help of Husk who flashes you a look of remorse. 

Higs wings spread one hearing Charlie's cries, he hides you both from sight- she becomes hysterical. Your heart pounds, power only growing- pushing to escape with the feeling of her tears, you groan out before using all of your grief to shove the King off of you. He stumbles back a few places before flying back at you. Sidestepping this you drift between the shadows with your spear raised. You both tango between strikes, pinning one another as cheap slices are carried out. It is a deadly dance that has Angel Dust feeling the need to look away. 

Vaggie observes how your hand shakes when the tip of the metal pointed to the Royal- her grip on Charlie faltering for only the slightest moment as she casts her wings upwards to stand in between you both. “Charlie sweetheart-” Lucifer begins to say, a fireball only expanding between his hands as he readies himself for a finishing blow. You are out of breath, coughing up blood just as it drips out from your nose. You had used too much power in such a short amount of time. 

“No dad. You do not get to hurt my friends,” The Princess of Hell states with force, her horns growing as she glares up to her father, eyes casting back to watch as you struggle to keep standing before collapsing on the ground. Vaggie rushes over to you, cursing on how you should have brought the medical supplies like she asked earlier. You could only provide a joking smile as Husk curses out, grabbing a bottle to help dress your wounds. 

“They are dead Charlie. I know how much you wanted to meet them as a child- I know what they mean to you- what they mean to me but that's just it. There is nothing else-”

“That's where you are wrong,” Charlie states before quickly turning around to pick up your spear. She eyes your broken bones, a waterfall of tears as she mutters to you, “I am sorry for what I have to do.” You nod once, understanding that this was the only way. You feel the blade cut into your neck- deep. Deep red blood seeps out, soaking through your white clothing but not a single scream exits your lips. An ancient spell is muttered by the Princess as you lightly hold her hand, gold pours out from the cut, floating around Charlie's other hand just as you feel your heart begin to slow. The last lifeline you held. 

Charlie presents her fathers blood, watching as it drifts through the cuts you managed to place. Healing each and every one- he is pristine once again. Your eyes flutter close soon after as you hear Lucifer’s wings growing louder before you feel weightless. Charlie drops your hand as Vaggie pulls her closer, they cry into one another. Angel Dust hugs Husk who holds a trembling Nifty. 

--

Lucifer left the Hotel, flying back to the Gardens with you in his arms. The people of hell looked upwards to the red skies, gasping out in shock at the sight that was before them. He bursts through the glass as servants gasp out in shock and guards rush towards the room. He spells the doors closed, having you float in the area while he rips his jacket off, casting it to the floors below where he rests you, head on his thigh. 

He clears the hair from your forehead with shaking hands. He uses his teeth to strip a black glove off of his hand. His porcelain skin soon broken by a cut he places in his palm- using a shard of glass. He wraps his fingers delicately around your neck as his blood drips into your wound. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he whispers out in hopes that you will hear him, “Drain me- for I only live with you near.”

The King of Hell feels himself drifting away, the severe loss of blood making him light headed as his necks falls back to a bench seat where he rests with even breaths escaping his lips. His tophat is missing, his sleeves rolled up and hair dishevelled. He cannot sense the presence of his brother watching over the scene with a small bittersweet smile. 

--

You feel yourself buried underwater, the sea has overtaken you yet you manage to breathe underwater. Lucifer's brother, the creator walks at your height towards you, arms extended outwards as he praises you dearly. Welcome to the party.

You blink up at them in confusion, you feel no ounce of usual coolness nor the comforting pressure they brought you during your last meeting. You can only feel your skin, watching as it illuminates the space between you both, snakes and fish swirling around you both yet you withstand the currents. The Brother laughs before grasping your hand, Do you not feel it? You are immortal now.

This knowledge creates waves, you look upwards to see as the cloths soak to the bottom, your bed topples over and the tea set is nowhere in sight. This…This is dreadful, I can barely feel my actions… you raise your hand, watching as the creatures swim away, …ripple…. Yet I still hold so many questions- did you not say that answers would come with this?

A subjective truth was my answer. We never stop questioning anything and yet we know the answers, that is what immortality is. Knowing everything yet never having the chance to live- to learn and to die with what we believe. That was the art, the science, that is all lost here. He speaks as the water drains around you both, you stand in the sky alongside one another, the sun kisses your face but the heat merely a prickle. Both of your robes have dried from its rays, now drifting with the breeze as the horizon never nears- no matter how far you both walk while talking to one another. 

You must return now but just know that when you wish to dream- you will find me here… waiting. Their hand waves with a wave that has you back to the land of second lives, Hell. 

--

The deity stands long after you are gone, observing the space you took with a tilted head yet their individual thoughts could not last for long as the water rises once again and another face is presented before him. My favorite little soul- I see you were somewhat successful but not enough to set you free I’m afraid. 

Alastor does his best to stay calm while balancing on the rough waters, the cloth he grips to waves wildly in the wind as he growls out, radio static barely reaching the immortal ears from their imposing height over the demon. We had a deal- you motherfucker. 

Tut, Tut Alastor. From your times I would think you should hold better manners while speaking to a person such as I. Alas it looks as if you need to learn just who you are talking to. The god speaks as waves engulf the overlord. Their screams are mere bubbles on the surface as they kick and wave their hands, trying to overcome the waves that only grow with each breath he takes. 

The immortal waits just before hearing Alastor breath slowly to barely beat before the water drains and they are coughing up lung after lung. A thunderous laughter brews storms overhead that have Alastor gripping onto his jacket for comfort as he caves his knees towards his chest, crying out for anyone to hear yet not even the fish that suffocate by his feet spare him a second glance as they accept their death once again. 

You will return to hell and ensure my brothers welfare, allow him to bask in their presence, feel the sun on his skin once again and just then, when he dares to dream once more. I shall rip him apart just as before, just as fate would have it. A smile expands across the sky, encasing Alastor between their teeth and coins spill from the back of their throat. Shaking like a leaf, Alastor picks himself up, slipping on the wet ground as a large coin rolls towards him with pace. He squeezes him between a gap of porcelain teeth, looking over his shoulder in a panic, the disk hurriedly approaching as he yells out, forcing himself through the gap as his ribs scream at the intrusion. 

The Radio Demon only finds darkness on the other side before he falls out of his chair inside the Hotel’s broadcasting centre. Charlie yells from up the stairs, asking if he is alright but for the first time in his life- the overlord has nothing to report. No news to spread for the only new voices he would have on air are his own screams haunting him every time he closes his eyes. 

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

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[human-monodam]

"I have other matters to attend to then to see to the death of the washed-up overlord. Now for you, little one." *He raises his hand towards Monokuma, infusing nightmares and awful illusions into his mind. Monokuma starts to whimper and panic, shaking and struggling to get free from Husk's grip.* "That's right. Remember your sins. Remember them and suffer in despair. >:)" ~

*Calious rolls his eyes.*

"Yeah. Sure. Well this sure has been fun, but I got to report back. It'll look poorly on me to kill you, but leaving you alive if just as much as a problem. Any last words before I end you?"

Event: Havoc

*You were awakened to a loud sound. It sounded like a crashing noise from outside. You look out the window to see chaos in the streets of hell as many panicking sinners were seen running away from something. But what's going on? it's not extermination day. Not for until the end of the month, so what's happening?*

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[triste-guillotine]

DEMIGOD "Slumber of Sullen Eyes" LP 1992 ('...No illumination. Misery holds me with an immense grip. I fall into the beauty of darkness...')

"Forsaken and lost Alone below the darkest realm Through the eyes of suffering I have seen the gods from beyond

Fathers of time behold and forsake Bring an end to our timeless existence

The almighty has fallen No god to rule the vacant throne As darkness takes over The dark overlord shall dominate

The fools who seek eternal peace Shall wither slowly to suffer Again to reach the shores of death We must be one with darkened earth

As we are shadows in this dismal mist We shall hear the moan of our gods Cloak of darkness, the lord of all Upon this valley of utter nothingness

May the periphery Of ancient wisdom Remain merciful For the ones who deny the darkness"

Slumber of Sullen Eyes | DEMIGOD | Xtreem Music (bandcamp.com)

[soundcrusher]

Stand-Off and Stories

Part 10 of season 2 of my ongoing story set in the sentient SG/LL au from @cuppajj !

Boy, if it wasn't for cuppa helping me out, I would have had a writer's block for sure. Well, a had a tiny one, but still.

Trigger Warning: none

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Rodimus didn’t know how long they were standing like this. Him holding Vos and Helex holding Phoenix, while the rest of the DJD looked towards him. If he wouldn’t know better, Rodimus would say that they had seen a ghost. Maybe they had. He has been gone for quite a while. 

“I’m not going to repeat myself a third time. I will burn his head off, if you don’t let Phoenix go.” 

“You won’t.” Said Tarn, as he took one step toward Rodimus. To which the prime responded by taking one back while pressing his servo harder against Vos’ head. “And what makes you think I wouldn’t?”

“Your brother is watching.” 

This one sentence caused Rodimus’ to hesitate for a moment. Was he really going to kill someone right in front of Phoenix? Could Phoenix’s spark and mind even take it? Probably not. He could take seeing dead Cybertronians, living on board the Lost Light teached him that, but seeing someone die? Rrunningway’s death still lingered in Phoenix’s mind as a dark reminder. It haunted his dreams and sometimes, his waking moments too. So, no. Tarn was right. Rodimus wouldn’t kill Vos. Not when Phoenix was watching him with his teary optics, begging him to do something. Anything. 

And so, with a heavy sight, Rodimus let Vos go and raised his servos high into the air. Showing the DJD that he was unarmed and no threat. “See? I let him go. I didn’t kill him, can you now, please, let go of Phoenix? The kid’s going to have a panic attack if you keep holding him like that. He’s already scared enough of Cybertronians with pointy teeth, I don’t need him fearing tall mechs too.” 

“No, not until you told us how you’re still alive.” Said Tarn, because they had seen Rodimus’ corpse as they saved Overlord. They had seen all the corpses on board the Lost Light, but right now, in front of them, stood Rodimus Prime. Alive and calling the youngliing they had been searching for his brother. Tarn wanted to know why. “Because we saw your corpse on board the ship as we saved Overlord. We saw all the corpses.”

“You… that’s not right. The Lost Light would have said something, if you and your team would have boarded them. The only crew that ever came was Phoenix’s.” Answered Rodimus, as he slowly lowered his arms to cross them over his chestplate. With one servo holding his chin in thought. “Something is not adding up… Not at all.” Muttered the prime, as he slowly paced back and forth. “Overlord is dead. We killed him, after he escaped his cell. He’s dead… And yet you say he’s alive…”

Tarn shook his head at the ramblings of the prime, before speaking up himself. “No, Overlord is very much alive. As I said, we  saved him from your ship, before killing them. The ship, I mean. They transformed right after we escaped to our ship.”

This situation was becoming stranger and stranger. Not only for Tarn, but also for the rest of the DJD. However, before anyone could say something about the situation, Helex let out a painful screech, before dropping Phoenix. “He bit me!” 

After landing on the ground, Phoenix was quick to get up and try to make a run for it, but the youngling wasn’t fast enough, He was scooped up by Tesarus after only making one step away from the DJD. At least, Phoenix wasn’t thrashing around in his grip. The youngling remembered the taller mech from the amusement park after all. So, there wasn’t as much fear towards him than the rest of the DJD.

So, while Tarn and Rodimus were sharing their sides of the story (with Rodimus only talking  about the times before the Lost Light killed his crew), Phoenix looked up at Tesarus and waved slightly. Muttering a quiet ‘Hello’, to which the mech replied with a friendly ‘Hey kid’ in return. “I… didn’t get to thank you properly for your help back then… I really like Mister Sharky…” Said Phoenix, after gathering enough courage to do so. “It’s nice to have something to cuddle with when Roddy is working or fighting with my turbofox buddy...” 

“Jaw-some, I’m glad that I could help.” That pun got a giggle from Phoenix, which prompted Tesarus to continue telling one shark joke after the other. Which, in return, caused the youngspark to laugh harder than he had ever before. Something that didn’t go unnoticed by Rodimus, who stopped talking with Tarn in order to watch his brother laugh at silly one-liners and puns. The primes’ attention shifting towards his brother also didn’t go unnoticed by Tarn. “You look like this is the first time you heard your brother laugh like that.” Said the taller mech, which was met with a dry laugh from Rodimus. “I heard him laugh like that before. It was when we worked for an old cybertronian couple on an organic planet. The mech was often telling jokes to Phoenix, and they made him laugh…. He hasn’t laughed like that ever since we had to leave the planet… “

“You still haven’t told me why exactly you’re running from planet to planet. If you truly liked it with the couple, why didn’t you stay?” Asked Tarn, which earned him nothing more than a heavy sigh from the prime. He could see that Rodimus didn’t want to talk about whatever they were running from. It was clear in the way the speedster’s shoulders would sagg. “Is something hunting you?”

‘Is something hunting you?’ Rodimus thought that question over in his mind. Could he truly tell Tarn, the leader of the DJD, and a Decepticon, about who was chasing them and why he was trying to get Phoenix back to Cybertron as best as he could? Maybe they would be able to help him. Maybe he could give Phoenix to them and just keep on running. But then again, Thrillchaser is a good hunter. Rodimus has read his file once. That mech with the broken T–cog would hunt Phoenix down, should they seperate. And then, he would probably bring him back to the Lost Light, where they would use the youngspark as bait. Or worse.

So, with yet another heavy sigh, Rodimus started to tell Tarn about why they were running. And this time, he didn’t spare any detail. Telling the leader of the DJD everything that happened on the Lost Light after his crew died. Going into detail how Lightlost repaired his body over and over with the spare parts of his crew members or Cybertronians who were unlucky to enter the ship. Rodimus also told him about what Lightlost did to Phoenix. Mentioning how they managed to, figuratively, tear open the youngling’s spark and mind, filling it with fear of what might lurk outside the Lost Light. “It has gotten better.” Said the prime after finishing. “He’s slowly managing to open up towards others, but it’s still a long road until… well… Phoenix is still scared of any Cybertronian with too pointy teeth, or Sparkeaters.”

“You care for him deeply, don’t you?”

“He’s…. Yes. At first, it was because he was the only thing pulling me out of my thoughts, but then… Then I grew attached. Somehow, Primus and Unicron know why, this youngling wormed his way into my spark and I swore to myself that I would do better. For him.” A soft smile formed on Rodimus’ lips, as he watched Phoenix slowly start to warm up to the other members of the DJD. Even though he was mostly talking with Tesarus or the turbofox. 

“He’s Dominus, isn’t he? The turbofox, I mean.” Asked Rodimus after a while, to which Tarn nodded. “Yes. We found him after you Autobots were done with him. We’re working on restoring his functions now.”

“Heh, explains why he acted the way he did. I swear, I couldn’t get close to Phoenix as long as he was around… He was always growling at me, which is understandable.”

Both the prime and tall mech grew quiet after that. With the silence soon enough turning awkward, because both of them didn’t know what the next step of the other would be. “We will have to take the both of you with us.” Said Tarn after a while. “We can’t let you walk around free, not after the things you have done, Rodimus.” Rodimus could only laugh at that. As if he would let the DJD lock him up in a cell. Not when he was finally free from a fate worse than whatever the new council of Cybertron could give him. So, Rodimus took two steps to the side, raising his servos in a dismissive way. “I know, but you’re forgetting something, Tarn, I won’t let anyone lock me up again. Not after escaping the Lost Light. Soooo…. PHOENIX, THE SHEEPS ARE ESCAPING!” 

The second Rodimus yelled that Phrase, Phoenix jumped into action. Letting the small pipe-hatches on his arms and legs open, before walls of colorful smoke streamed out of them, quickly creating a thick fog in the area. Which both, Rodimus and Phoenix used to escape, by transforming and taking off in their alt-modes. With Phoenix grabbing Dominus before that though. 

Once the three made it to the ship, Rodimus was already making sure that they would be ready for departure as soon as possible, while Phoenix was having a small conversation with Dominus. “I… I know you belong with them… I know… at least I think I know… But… I… If you want to go back, you still have time to go. I could see that the blind one was happy to have you back.” Muttered Phoenix, as he looked sadly from the turbofox to the entrance of their ship and back at him. “I… I will miss you. You’re one of the few friends I ever made and… and… Just go! Go if you want to!”

But Dominus did not go. Yes, Kaon will surely worry about him, but his crew now knew that he wasn’t in any danger. At least the prime was no danger to him, and Phoenix clearly needed someone else on this ship. Even if he only could offer company and nothing more. So, Dominus softly nudged Phoenix’s arm just like he did on their first meeting. Waiting for the youngling to do the next move. Which was giving the turbofox a hug.

And as the ship departed from the planet, Phoenix was happy, while Rodimus was groaning internally at the fact that he still had to share a living space with that damned turbofox.

Although, something that none of them noticed was the mech observing the situation between Rodimus, Phoenix and the DJD. And as his two targets fled, the mech followed them quietly. Watching them leave the planet, before returning to his own ship. Sending a new set of coordinates to the Lost Light, before departing the planet as well. 

And this time, Thrillchaser would make sure that he wouldn’t end up empty handed, the next time he crossed paths with his prey.

[beef-brisket]

Alastor looked between Lucifer and Adam before looking down.

Alastor: ...fine, what do you want to know?

Adam helped Alastor onto his bed. He gripped his side in pain. He's definitely got broken ribs. He nodded thanks to Adam before shifting his position slightly.

Lucifer: why you?

Alastor: Hell if I know-

Lucifer: you're going to have to answer better than that, Alastor.

Alastor: ...she said I had potential. When I was alive, I hunted and killed those who deserved it. Rapists, pedophiles, people that take advantage of those weaker...

Lucifer: you're an overlord, you became what you hated

Alastor: ha! My good man, I have always treated my contracts right. Husker was still a bit embarrassed about how I got his soul. It was fair. He could have ended up with mine if luck was on his side. But I have always been fair. Always. I don't prey on those weaker, they come to me.

Adam: and Lilith liked that because...?

Alastor: she didn't like it. She didn't care. She was interested in me because of my life. Punishing those who deserve it. While damning my afterlife in the process. Put the fate of others over my own. Of course, I wasn't fussed about what came after death. Heaven or Hell were never on my mind. I knew whatever happened, I wasn't going anywhere good. But that was fine. It was worth it.

Alastor coughed and dig his claws into his clothes over his side. His jacket was long gone at this point.

Alastor: she saw me as the law, in a way. Even though I'm here, I will still do things for the greater good. I will still punish those who deserve it.

Lucifer: and what about you? You're as much of a monster as any of them

((Tw: self harm))

Alastor: I punish myself to. I know I'm as bad- if not worse than a lot of the sinners I go after

Alastor slowly lifted his sleeve, showing deep wounds that have long since scared.

Lucifer: how did you manage that?

Alastor: angelic weapons aren't hard to get, your majesty. It's the only thing that inflicts enough pain and will leave a permanent scar. But that's off topic.

Lucifer: to make a pathetic long story, short. She picked you because you-

Alastor: punish. Yes. She believes only the worst of humanity should be down here. That most were judged too harshly... included you and her

Lucifer: us? We went against Heaven- they had banished us to Earth first, then Hell... we got a chance-

Alastor: Exactly. She thinks everyone should get a chance. Those who don't deserve to be down here should go somewhere else...

Adam: where?

Alastor: pft. She said there's only Heaven and Hell. And God is the only one to make another plain for them... and he's not going anything. Which frustrated her more

Lucifer: so... she thinks she belongs in Heaven...

Alastor: she thinks you do, to. I assume you know she's with Archangel Michael?

Lucifer: yes. I've heard.

Alastor: she's using his power. She plans to transfer it to you- somehow. So you can become an angel again, and Michael will fall.

Lucifer: that's... that's not possible

Alastor: very possible... how do you think she's gotten as powerful as she has? And now that you Adam, have fallen. She's probably going to go through with her plan soon

Adam: why does it matter if I've fallen?

Alastor: she made a deal with you, didn't she? She'll stop her revolution against Heaven if she can have a spot up there, correct?

Lucifer looked to Adam, he didn't mention a deal.

Adam: uh... yeah, that's the jist of it

Alastor: When an angel makes a deal, you're using your angelic power... but because you're technically a winner, your power was borrowed. And I'm sure you didn't know this, but when you made that deal, you made Lilith your next in command. In a way. So when you "died"-

Adam: my power went to Lilith...

Alastor: exactly. She knew she'd be powerless up there, but she also knew your anger and hatred for Lucifer would come back and bite you. And she was right. You attacked Charlie. You killed her pet. A hellborn. You broke the contract. That made it possible for Lucifer to join the fight... so, good job, first man. You played right into her plan.

Lucifer: enough. Why did you attack Adam?

Alastor: she heard about the two of you. If Lucifer gave you any power, you would over power her. You could even rival Lucifer. Lucky you.

Adam: the fuck- how?

Alastor: you're technically a fallen Angel. But also a winner. With power gained from the Archangels. So technically-

Lucifer: he could be as powerful as me...

Alastor: bingo. And trust me. That really... annoys her. She's not your biggest fan, first man.

Adam: oh no! And here I am, her biggest hater!

Alastor: very funny. I have nothing against you... I know it doesn't seem that way... but I had to listen to her-

Adam: why didn't you make sure I was dead?

Alastor: ...I was hoping Lucifer would find you. I... don't want you dead, Adam. I may kill those who deserve it... but watching you these last few months... you're as broken as the rest of us... and, I'm sick and tired of being under her rule. So, I guess I owe you thanks, not that it matters.

Lucifer: ...why join my daughter, Alastor? Was this because of Lilith?

Alastor: partly. She did ask me to watch her. She knew you were having a rough time with her leaving. She didn't know about the hotel, not until after the failed extermination. But... I want to see my mother... I haven't killed since I've been here... I want to try redemption... but on my terms...

Lucifer: well then... help us, and we'll help you.

Alastor: ...I've got no choice, do I?

Lucifer: not really, and besides, I'm sure Vox would love to have some time alone with you, now that you're a lot weaker~

Alastor: fine! Fine... I'll help you

Lucifer: fantastic! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, Alastor! I'm sure you'll fit right in~

Moth!Adam having a nightmare! This takes place a few days after arriving in Hell.

@fanofstuff01 MOTH ADAM

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Charlie: Hey, dad? Could you go get Adam up? He's going to miss out on the group activity!

Lucifer: Honey, if he isn't even going to put I the effort, he shouldn't be here!

Charlie: dad- please, he's only just got here. This is a big change for him. Can you just go wake him?

Lucifer reluctantly agreed and made his way to Adams bedroom. Charlie put him on a floor that had no other members, thinking it would help him get use to things.

Arriving at Adam's door, Lucifer smiled. He decided to take the opportunity to scare Adam. It was almost Halloween, after all.

Lucifer walked softly to the top of Adam's bed. He could see his antennas flicking about. Ljcifer stood by his head for a few minutes, waiting for the perfect opportunity to scare him.

Adam: mm- no, stop... don't leave... please don't leave...

Lucifer chuckled. It must have been some popr winner in Heaven Adam was talking about.

Adam: L-Lu... please stay- pick me, please... don't leave... p-please choose me-

Lucifer stopped laughing and stared at the man. Oh... it was Eden he was having a nightmare about. Shit. He backed away as Adam started to thrash, his wings unfurling.

Lucifer had no idea no idea what to do. The poor guy even started crying. He decided to wake him up. Lucifer couldn't watch Adam cry and grip his blankets. It hurt too much.

Lucifer: Adam... ADAM-!

Lucifer reached over to shake his shoulder but jumped and teleported out of reach of Adam and his wings when Adam suddenly shot up, breathing hard.

Lucifer wasn't too familiar with Moth demons, he only knew of Valentino, and even then, he hadn't had many interactions with him, so he wasn't too sure how good Adams' eye slight was.

Adam: Luci...?

Lucifers eyes widened at the nickname- and the way Adam said it. It reminded him of Eden. Adam sounded so desperate and hopeful. Hopeful that Lucifer was there with him, that his nightmare wasn't true.

Lucifer wasn't sure if he wanted to say anything, he hadn't noticed him yet. That was until he noticed Adam looking around the room, eyes landing on Lucifer.

He felt like he should say something. So he waves and smiles, but just as he's about to say something, he heard Adam choke out a sob and bury his head in his hands, his lower arms wrapped around his thin torso.

Adam: t-thats right... you hate me... why would you be here...?

Lucifers heart broke. He didn't hate Adam. He was an asshole sometimes and a bastard for attacking his daughter, but he didn't hate him. He felt like he should, but he couldn't.

After a few minutes of crying, Adam tried to find his phone. Lucifer could see it on the side table, so he made the phone float in front of his hand. Adam didn't notice the magic, but found his phone. He squinted until his eyes were met with the bright light.

Adam grounded when he saw the time. He was really late now.

Adam: ...fuck it... they don't want me there, anyway... s-should have j-just stayed d-dead

Lucifer stood in the corner of Adam's room for 20 minutes. All he did was hug his pillow and cry. He could tell Adam was tired, but he couldn't fall back asleep.

He never knew how depressed Adam was. But then again, he'd never a good conversation with Adam since he got here. Lucifer really took the opportunity to get as much payback as possible now that he had a contract with him.

He wonders if all of this started when he called him an unlovable piece of shit, that not even the scumiest angels wanted. He knew he overstepped, judging by the look on his face and the lack of response.

For the next week, Lucifer stood in Adams room before he went to sleep and before he woke up. It was always the same: Adam would cry himself to sleep, and he'd have a nightmare about being abandoned and wake up shaking, covered in tears in the morning.

As Lucifer was in his room this night, he was hoping it would be different. Adam was with Angel for most of the day and seemed to be happier. But as soon as Adam sat on the edge of his bed, he knew it wasn't going to be a good night. It was actually about to get a lot worse.

Adam started crying as soon as he closed and locked his door. Fiddling with something in his pocket. Lucifer could see him playing with something as he sat on the edge of the bed.

It wasn't until Adam sat up straight that Lucifer saw it was the angelic needle Nifty originally used to kill him. Where the fuck did he find that!?

Lucifer really didn't plan to get involved when it came to his night watching, but Adam pressed the blade against his scar from the original attack, and start to push in far enough for his dark red blood to start welling up and running down his chest.

Lucifer: NO-!

Lucifer jumped into action. Snapping the blade out of his hands and placing it in Lucifer's hands.

Adam instantly jumped and looked around. Lucifer could see the pain in his big, golden eyes.

Adam: L-Luci-fer... Luci... ?

Lucifer couldn't bring himself to say anything as Adam looked around. He covered his mouth as he felt a tear fall. Adams eyes locked him his. Shit.

Adam: ...please...? Luci?

Lucifer squeezed his eyes shut.

Adam: Not even allowed to finish the job, huh...? I'm just g-giving them what they w-want...

He opened them slowly, and he heard the rustling of Adam's blankets.

That night was worse.

So much worse.

Lucifer has never seen Adam look so small even at his towering height of 11". Adam curled up, hugging a pillow as tightly as he can.

Adam cried to himself all night. He didn't fall asleep at all. Just cried and begged for Lucifer. For it all to end.

Lucifer finally learned how good Adams eye site was. Hed often looked directly at him but saw nothing.

All night, Lucifer just gripped the angelic blade and stood still all night, hoping Adam wouldn't hear his sobbing.

Dude my fucking heart 😭

Adam knew Lucifer was there, he had to be. Blades just don't evaporate out of your fucking hand.

Why couldn't he just let Adam die for good? Lucifer didn't even want him here, nobody did. Sure he started getting along well with Angel but big deal.

Other than height being a moth demon was fucking stupid. He could barely see! He even had to have the largest print enabled on his phone so he could see to use it.

Adam ran out of tears quickly, he was dehydrated from it and he wasn't exactly drinking water to put anything back.

Lucifer never wanted him, so why not just let Adam go? To torture him probably.

Oh look, Adam did still have some tears to cry.