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lu-lus-dicks · 1 year ago

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@huskers-bar x @nunalastor chapter 2

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu as a villain, lulu is a dog, huskers-bar is a liar, secret dating?

chapter: 2/? / chapter Word count: 1852 / total word count: 3283

Featuring: babygirl anon and @xxx-angie . eventually will feature solis, the oc of @soliac-snecc

nunalastor as a single entity is nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. I will be lulu. Angie will be angie but is meant to be read as angel dust.

A/N: I am a little drunk while writing the start of this, forgive me for any weird mistakes and stuff. bit of a change to the script, angie will no longer be a villain, but an obstacle and yes. I am currently the only true villain. the font size joke was very much forced in

this chapter is huskers-bar focused

"Ugh... Fuck"

The growly and gruff voice of Huskers echoed throughout the empty room. They winced as they rolled over in bed, accidentally knocking over a pile of empty bottles. The sound of their clinking was giving them a headache. One shattered at the side of the makeshift bed of their small private room-

Which you can only get at voxtek, come and become a part of the family! Voxtek, trust us with your employment and living quarters-

Ugh, they must be hallucinating... They squinted their eyes, trying to make sense of their surroundings. The migrane wasn't helping. Huskers stared at the ceiling, a little more dazed than usual. They tried to recall what happened, but the past few hours were completely wiped from their memory. It must've been one of those days. They look over at the clock.

It'a about time they get to work...

With one groan they get up, dragging their hands on the floor as they reach for their keys and phone. The room still spun a little, but it's not like they had a choice. They headed towards the door, less than ready, and finally left their sanctuary.

"Where the fuck is my cameraman?!" The angry shouting of Val could be heard from behind closed doors. Vox can already hear the glasses breaking and his precious voxtek equipment getting destroyed. The frustration of dealing with that mans temper never stops. Who does he think he is anyway?! Making all these expensive equipment costs money! Precious money! And it doesn't help the fact that he always demands the highest quality cameras too. Besides, why does he need them?! His eyes see in 144p anyway!

It was right at that point when a knife cut through the wooden door and broke yet another piece of expensive furniture. Great. All these were custom made god damn it.

Vox sighed heavily, trying to pinch an imaginary bridge of his nose, before his fingers were met with the flatness of his screen. It was the thought that counts.

"Hey huskers" vox called out with casual annoyance, like he'd rather not be dealing with this right now.

Huskers who had been loading up the latest voxtek equipment paused and turned their attention to Vox. "Yes?" They asked.

"I need you to take over the cameraman duty, our regular isn't showing up on time" Vox explained, already making his way to the door and waving his hand dismissively, muttering something under his breath about killing their regular with a five headed spear later.

Huskers, hurried to put away the box, which they assumed was filled with weird sex toys, and hurried over to Val's door. The knife sticking out of the door was concerning but it wouldn't be the first. Carefully they opened the door, readying themselves to dodge any attack thrown their way. Luckily for them, Val seemed to be distracted with another employee.

"Hi, I'm a stand-in for the cameraman" husk said, sliding over to the cameras sneakily. Val of course noticed and angrily shouted. "Fucking finally! That slut finally sent a bitch. Now chop chop!"

The job of a cameraman was not an easy one, especially when the scene in front of you is ridiculous. Not intentionally of course, but husk had to keep it in if they valued their life. Val didn't seem like the type of person who would take that kind of "disrespect" lightly.

"Oh daddy, please don't stack all those donuts on my penis!" Came the overly sexual and whimpering voice of Angie, who finally had gotten that line down without breaking character. A fish demon groaned, both for the act and because this stupid scene had finally been recorded after attempt number 69, much to everyone's relief. Val was getting antsy and would murder some poor employee any second.

Husk didn't know how angie took any of it seriously, even the sexier scenes. The whole scripted aspect felt very silly and goofy.

They guessed it didn't matter though, their job was finally done and they can fuck off from the studio. Husk would not be missing this place. They got up off their chair and just as they were about to head out, Angie, the one and only, had stopped them with an arm on the shoulder.

"Hey there new kid, pleasure-" he said, moaning out that specific word like a bitch in heat "to be doin buisness with ya" he said, offering two hands to shake husks one. Angie leaned against one of the lamps, nearly knocking it over in the process and started eyeing them up and down. "So, what brings ya to this studio?"

Huskers was visibly a little put off by the directness, but they should've expected as much. Everyday an event just reminds them that they are indeed in hell and that only the worst of the worst live here...

Ah, yes the question. "I'm just a stand-in for whoever was here before" They answered, pointing vaguely at the outside world. "Vox asked me to, and honestly doing camerawork is a much lighter load than what I was doing before"

Angie quirked a brow at this, either confused or not expecting that response. It could've honestly been both. His demeanor changed quickly though. "yeah. say, whatchya doin later?" biting his lip, he wiggled his eyebrows in a manner that would make grown men cum on the spot.

"Drowning down my sorrows with liquor" Huskers deadpanned, not biting at that fruit angel was so provocatively dangling in front of them. A scoff from him was expected. what wasn't expected though, was that the scoff was more amused than offended.

"you remind me of someone. say, how do you feel about redemption?"

"And these are the cockroaches that won't stop breeding! and this is the wall with a record breaking repairs done to it, and here's Angies dildo collection and-"

"babe, we've talked about this, you don't have to show them everything" Vaggie said, patting charlies shoulder hoping to ease or at least slow down the excited vibrating of her dearly beloved.

"Right, right! Sorry!" Charlie was quick to snap out of it, offering a small kiss to the back of Vaggies palm as an appreciative thank you and returning her attention back to Husk.

Husk was very much overwhelmed. All the energy in the room was making their brain sort-circuit and start buffering. They felt like they were under a microscope and being prodded with electric wires and it was... strangely pleasant. "Uh... Yes hi?"

A very mischievous chuckle came from nearby, one very much at a higher pitch of frequency and- Wait, is that the radio demon?

"Pardon my intrusion, but what is that on your wrist?" Alastor the radio demon said, bending his slutty waist to lean down at Husks eye level. "I believe there's a strict 'no voxtek products' policy here. Did you not bother to read the sign?" Alastor pointed his cane over to the whiteboard, which read:

RULES:

no Voxtek

no Vox

Jambalaya every friday

One of those sexy tentacles reached out, unclipping and retrieving the watch. He held it up in the air in front of everyone to see.

A collective gasp echoed through the room as Vaggie swiftly retrieved her spear from behind her back, pointing it menacingly at Husk "Not another one of these idiots" Vaggie growled, now in her defensive position. Angie and Charlie both flew to husk's defense, meanwhile Husk remained frozen in place. This was how they double died wasn't it?

"It's okay guys, they just work at voxtek. They're okay, I would know. They're harmless" Angie used one set of arms to shield husk and the other to gesture for everyone to ease their guard. The tension did die down a little, but that was fine. The tension in the room slowly began to dissipate, but Angie knew that Charlie would soon work her magic and convince everyone to give Husk a chance, as per usual.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"nun get out! I need to take a shit" dickmaster banged on the hotel's currently singular clean bathroom. The force of their knocking was definitely excessive and damaging to their hands, but it got the desperation of the request-no-demand across.

"you said to help answer asks, so I am doing that... in the toilet" Nun yelled through the door, not even bothering to look towards the door, currently blocking access to Dickmasters relief.

"I doubt that" Dickmaster crossed their arms, and legs. Their bladder was about to fucking explode. Just at that moment a ding went off on their phone.

'nunalastor just posted: anonymous asked...'.

huh.

guess they were actually answering asks in there.

"Okay fine but I still need to shit! Do your answering outside!"

"I'll get out after one more ask" Nun chuckled, knowing full well, they weren't about to stop the torment anytime soon.

"Your eyesight is piss poor. I doubt you can even read anything on your phone"

"You'll just have to wait and see~"

And of course, as any normal sane person would do in this situation, Dickmaster decided to start banging on the door until either nun had enough and left or until the door broke and they murdered nun themself.

"I bet your phone's font size is 230%-"

All that banging attracted the attention of Husk, who had been wandering around the room with Angie. They weren't walking together, but their paths were the same.

"What's that noise?"

"Oh that? That's just our marketing team doing their job"

"Sounds like fucking... Are they fucking?"

"HA, doubt it..." there was a pause, both in the speech and in the walk. "Maybe, sex sells afterall" Angie shrugged and continued walking forward.

"seems counterproductive for a place made for rehabilitation..."

Husk couldn't help but be curious. This hotel had turned out to be everything they hadn't expected from Hell. The residents were surprisingly pleasant, and even the staff, though weird as fuck, weren't as unbearable as the other sinners in Hell. Now that they thought about it, Charlie never mentioned a marketing staff. She seemed so excited to share about the hotel and it's people. One would think she wouldn't forget to mention them, right?

unable to resist the curiousity, Husk had to know who they were. They quietly sneaked towards the source of the banging. They rounded the corner and was met with an... Interesting visual. One demon, black eyes with yellow pupils desperately pounding on a door.

Dickmaster paused their relentless banging, a feeling of being watched washing over them. Their head snapped immediately in Husk's direction, locking eyes with them. Their expression displayed emotional as well as physical constipation.

Husk froze, their body stiffening like a board. Had they interrupted something? Should they make a break for it? The state of being caught in such an awkward situation was undeniably terrifying. With a rigid and awkward wave, Husk managed an awkward smile. And then they realised-

"Are you nunalastor? You look just like your profile picture"

FUCK, they're going to get accused of being a stalker.

#stopping the fic here because I am actually going insane #and yes #I got a bit lazy at the end #nunwhiskers #huskers bar x nunalastor #huskers-bar x nunalastor

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prophetandprincess · 17 days ago

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So, work was a bit awful today and therefore I disappeared into the soliace of Fanfic. Do I still owe you guys like 17 other fics? Yes. But we are going to ignore that for now. Instead, we are starting another series of Baldur's Gate fics.

Yay!

Part I

It felt like it had been years since Kamaria had been able to wash herself, though it had only been a day. While it was nothing like the white marble baths at the temple to Selûne in Baldur’s Gate, right now the cold water of the lake at camp against her toes felt just as indulgent. Kamaria just stood there, head tilted up to the moonlight, as the cold water soothed her tired feet. How far had she walked today? Could she even get a true estimate, as she had been taken across multiple planes while on the Nodiloid?

“Thank you for seeing me through,” Kamaria whispered up to her goddess, letting her gentle, cool light wash over her. “Please, help me find a way to get rid of these parasites. If I can’t…please hold onto my soul when I lose it.��

The fear gripped her heart that she had been able to ignore most of the day, of falling asleep and waking up a shell of her former self. Perhaps less than a shell, if the reports were to be believed. Would there be anything left of her after the transformation? Would her soul go to be with Selûne, or would it just be obliterated? Even worse, what if it was trapped within the Mindflayer, screaming forever as she consumed the brains of innocents to survive?

Kamaria shook her head as she started to undo her armor, setting it on a rock beside the shore. It took her a while to figure it out, as normally she was in far more casual clothing than padding and chainmail. Still, the feeling of walking all the way up to her neck in the water was heavenly. After a few minutes of letting the blood and dirt wash off of her, her fingers started to undo her braids and unwind the two buns on the top of her head. Her fingers rubbed her sore scalp, and she wondered if a different hairstyle would make sense on this trek back to Baldur’s Gate. It took so much time to do them in the morning after all. Yet, it made her feel like herself, as if she wasn’t so far from the Temple and everything that she knew.

The soap that she found in one of the backpacks on the road had an earthy scent, sage and other herbs, unlike the lavender and moonflowers she used back home. Still, as she lathered up her hair and watched the dirt and blood disappear from the white strands, she didn’t care what it smelled like. With each layer of grime that came off, Kamaria’s shoulders started to relax. She may have had a life-changing experience, but she was also still Kamaria, a cleric of Selûne and a potion maker from Baldur’s Gate.

She had killed people today, numerous people. While the imps and other denizens of the Hells didn’t weigh on her soul, those looters did. True, they had attacked first after she attempted to convince them to do literally anything else, but still. She hadn’t even had time to give them their rites, not with time working against her with the parasites. Kamaria closed her eyes and commended their soul to Selûne now, hoping it was enough. The moon shone on her face, cold and impassive. She did not feel her gaze this evening, which made her even more worried. If there was ever a time she needed her Goddess’s favor, it was now.

Shadowheart and Gale probably would have given her the time, but Astarion would have huffed the made rude comments. While all her companions were strange, he was the one who piqued her curiosity the most. He stated that he was a magister in Baldur’s Gate, but she did not recognize him. It would be impossible to know every magister in a city that large, but someone with his looks would have been gossiped about. If there was one thing that priestesses were good at doing, it was gathering said gossip and passing it around the temple. Yet, his name didn’t ring any bells. There was something about the way he refused to talk about himself aside from the superficial that made her wonder what he was hiding.

Then there was the way that he had introduced himself, deception, and a knife to her throat. It is weird to say that it had been exhilarating, but it was. It made her wonder about herself, and perhaps she should have gotten outside of the Temple before now. It was also weird that a magister who obviously liked the finer things in life had been able to shoot an arrow from the shadows before his victim even knew he was there. If it hadn’t been for the parasites linking up, she wasn’t sure if she would have survived the encounter. The switch in his behavior the moment he realized that they had the same affliction was concerning. Fair-weather friends were not to be trusted.

He wasn’t always the easiest person to travel with, either. He was cold, sarcastic, and refused to help others. He also had no issue telling her everything that she did wrong, and had a bit of a blood lust that worried her. Yet, there were moments when he didn’t think she was looking, and she caught him looking so damn sad it almost broke her heart. He would say something truly cutting if she asked him about it, however, so she just wondered as she washed soap out of her hair.

“Is it safe for you to be out there all alone?” A voice called from the bank as if summoned by her thoughts. “You have no idea what’s in that water.”

“I don’t know much about what’s out of the water, either,” Kamaria called as she turned toward the bank. “However, there was no way I was going to be able to sleep with all this blood and dirt on me.”

“Pampered aren’t we?” Astarion laughed as he leaned against one of the tree trunks, arms crossed over his chest.

“Says a magister who runs in circles that I have never heard of,” Kamaria dipped her head back, making sure that the last of the soap came out of her hair. When she tipped her head back up, Astarion’s eyes were focused on her neck for a moment before sliding up to her eyes.

“Is there something you need, Astarion?” Kamaria asked as she started to walk out of the water, the air causing goosebumps to form on her skin.

“No, I was just…” Astarion’s eyes went wide for a moment as if he hadn’t expected her to walk out of the water completely naked, but a cynical smirk quickly replaced any surprise. He let his eyes roam over her appreciatively once, but then focused on her face. His eyes stayed locked there as she grabbed a towel from the rock and dried herself.

“You were just?” Kamaria asked as she tugged on her undergarments and then her camp clothes. They were not as clean as she would like, missing the comfortable robes of the temple, but it was better than the armor that desperately needed to be cleaned and aired out. She would smell like the dead if she didn’t do something before turning in for the evening.

“Making sure that you hadn’t snuck off in the middle of the night without the rest of us,” Astarion finished, pushing off the tree, though not coming closer. “After all, you seemed to be awake in the Noidaliod longer than the rest of us, perhaps you knew something the rest of us didn’t.”

“You don’t trust me,” Kamaria clarified as she gathered up her armor, sighing.

“You trust far too easily,” Astarion countered as he walked over so that he was close enough to take up a piece of her wet hair in his long, pale fingers. “Everyone is asleep, I could do anything to you out here and no one would be any wiser.”

He meant to unsettle her, to scare her, but instead, she smiled and leaned into his touch. “Anything?”

Asatrion took a step back, not expecting her to play into his ruse. “What type of priestess are you?”

“I am not a priestess, I’m a cleric, there is a difference,” Kamaria smiled as she went back to gathering up her things. “I figured that was something that a magister would know.”

Kamaria left him standing there as she made her way back to the camp. She did not hear him follow behind her, but felt his presence like a shadow behind her. He said nothing and figured he would go back to his tent to brood or drink wine or whatever he did to spend his evenings. It was a bit of a surprise that after she set her armor down and turned to go to her pack to get the supplies to clean it, he was standing there.

“Is there something else you need, Astarion?” Kamaria kept her voice low so as not to wake anyone else. Everyone seemed deep in sleep after their adventure on the Nodiloid, but none of them would be happy to be woken up by idle chatter.

“It’s just…” he ran his hand through his hair, rings twinkling in the moonlight. “Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot.”

“Which foot was that, the knife to my throat or the snarky comments around every decision that I make?” Kamaria kept the annoyance out of her voice, sitting down and starting to polish to metal of her armor. Her hand moved a little more forcefully than needed as she scrubbed.

“You’re too damn trusting,” Astarion said again, almost pouting as he looked down at her. “You accept every damn sob story that we come across as if we don’t all have parasites burrowing into our brains waiting to turn us into tentacle freaks.”

“I am well aware of our situation,” Kamaria didn’t look up, her fingers working methodically on the rings of mail. “Trust me, I think of little else. However, that doesn’t mean I will just let people die because I have an issue.”

“Because your goddess won’t be pleased,” Astarion sneered.

“Because I care about other people,” Kamaria looked up, her eyes glaring at him. “Because I think there is more to life than your own self-interests, and because if you help others, sometimes they come back to help you. You have no idea what effect saving people will have later.”

“Faith in humanity,” Astarion sneered and shook his head. “Even more ludicrous than faith in a God.”

Kamaria took a deep and calming breath. While she had not been a priestess, that did not mean she didn’t have to deal with the public while at the Temple. Her job had been making up tonics, tinctures, and potions for ailments that the priestesses could not or would not treat. Usually, it was the faithful that came to her for assistance, but it wasn’t uncommon for someone to come into the Temple and try to get a rise out of the believers. Some were just not pleasant when they came for treatment or assistance. Yet, with Astarion, she had a feeling something had made him so jaded, so she granted him patience.

“We have had very different lives,” Kamaria said finally. “And they have shaped us into different people. I don’t ask that you believe in my Goddess, or even respect her, hells, you don’t even have to like me, but if we are going to travel together, you will have to respect me.”

Astarion, with his piercing eyes that were hard to describe the color of, studied her for a couple of heartbeats. She wondered if the simple request of giving her respect would make him leave their strange little party.

Finally, he waved his hand, and a mask of indifference slipped onto his face. “Darling, no reason to be so serious, we are just having a friendly chat. You are the leader, after all.”

“You are more than welcome to take over.” Kamaria meant for it to sound biting, but it just sounded tired instead.

“I’m not interested in leading, darling.” Astarion waved his hand again, but there was something in his eyes that she couldn’t identify.

“Odd thing to say for a magister, your decisions lead the whole city on what is legal and what is not.” Kamaria looked up at him, but he looked away.

“That’s not leading, that’s delegating, there is a very big difference,” Astarion said with a laugh.

“Well then,” Kamaria said, leaning forward with a cold smile on her lips. “As you are delegating decision making to me, you’re just going to have a little faith in me, aren’t you?”

Astarion smiled slightly and shook his head. “I guess I will. Let’s see if you’re as big of a disappointment as the Gods and everyone else I trusted in the past.”

“I do enjoy a challenge,” Kamaria smiled up at him. “Sleep well, Asatrion. I am sure tomorrow is going to be just as weird as today was, possibly more.”

“Weirder than being plunked from Baldur’s Gate, flying through multiple planes, being infected by Mindflayer parasites, and then stumbling into some sort of powerplay between druids, tieflings, and goblins?” Astarion asked with a raised eyebrow. “I can’t wait.”

Kamaria laughed, which seemed to take him off guard, before he headed back to his tent. It took a while for Kamaria to finish cleaning her armor, making sure all the mud and blood were missing from the pure white leather. She knew it was ridiculous to wear such bright armor when attempting to move without drawing attention, but it was the only thing that made her feel like herself. Even if everything else changed, Kamaria would have the white armor of her goddess to remind her of what she had devoted herself to over fifty years ago. It seemed as if she would need constant reminders as she continued down this path.

When she finally sought her bedroll, her eyes strayed over to Astarion’s tent. He was lying on his back, but she could tell that he was not in his meditative trance. What thoughts kept up the magister, she wondered. Sure, there was the parasite, but she could sense that there was something, something darker, lurking behind his sharp words and charming appearance. He said that she was too trusting; perhaps he was attempting to warn her about himself. She had come to trust him within a day to kill effectively from the shadows, to have her back. Maybe she was trusting a man she barely knew far too much.

Yet, all he had done was make her more interested in him.

#my writing #fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav

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