#a spear held by a hellborn demon

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

@val-the-bun you are Evil. You are evil putting this in my inbox.

More were-harpy Vaggie but it's sad now and everything HURTS (copy pasted here bc the format in the ask got effed but i refuse to suffer this alone)

val-the-bun asked:

And then, of course, *the trial happens*.

And *the absolute shit timing of the fallout*.

Charlie is too stuck in her own spiral while vaggie just... Tries to hole up on her own (her usual 'nest' was in their suite. But she didnt want charlie to have to deal with her).

Charlie is curled up on vaggie's side of the bed, buried in blankets while she questions if anything they had was real.

While vaggie is in agony for the first time in three years since she'd started changing. Every fiber of her being wants to call for charlie. Yearns for that safety... but instead she bites her tongue and just curls in on herself, alone in the room she hastily barred shut. ~~She deserves this. To be alone.~~

Not sure which hazbin is the one to hear vaggie's pain and tries to check on her (let's go with angel and husk).

The hasty barricade she put on the door isnt enough. Not when the others are trying to force it open.

Vaggie tries to scream for them to go away. The last scrap of clarity she has before that warning turns into a predatory *shriek*. Vaggie's monster form tears apart the already falling barricade, and bursts into the hall.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!'

'Fuck if I know, just run! Angel, hurry up!'

Vaggie is *tearing through the halls*, jaws snapping after Husk and Angel. They manage to hit the lobby, Husky grabbing Angel and flying like his life depends on it.

Meanwhile monster vaggie leaps after them... *right into the chandelier*.

Charlie hears the sound of that distant, shattering crash down below, and she *realizes*. Suddenly those painful worries have to get shoved down as charlie bolts out of their room.

'Please dont hurt anyone. Please, please, *please...!'*

Charlie's heart sinks as the shadows around the hotel start to writhe, and radio static fills the air.

'My my, what a surprising turn!'

Vaggie is *shrieking*, thrashing against shadowy tendrils as she tries to claw at Alastor.

'Now now. *Stay down*'

A rap of his cane, and vaggie's practically being crushed into the floor.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?!'

Husk is holding Angel back, looking away as Alastor starts to raise his hand. He cant watch this...

'Let her go.'

Alastor freezes when he feels the tip of an angelic spear under his chin.

There, standing at his side, in her full demon form, *is Charlie*.

'Ah, miss Charlotte. Lovely to see--'

'Let. Her. *Go!'*

For a moment, everything is quiet except for the sounds of vagging struggling, her talons digging into the floor. She's bleeding, golden blood pooling on the lobby floor... *And dripping from the claws on Alastor's hand.*

'Oh, very well. Good luck!'

Vaggie is snarling when Alastor lets her go. She starts getting ready to pounce when Charlie steps in front of her, spear in hand. Vaggie starts backing away, looking less like a predator and more... *like a cornered animal*. Her whole body seems coiled to run away as she keeps backing up, snarling and shrieking more in warning than anything else.

'Was it a lie?'

Vaggie shrieks at her, swiping at the air in the hopes Charlie would stay away.

'When you told me you didnt know what this was, was it a lie?'

Angel starts to step forward, but husk grabs his arm.

'Just let them do this...'

'Did. You. Lie?!'

Vaggie backs right into the wall, feathers flaring with a hiss.

'Was any of it real?'

Charlie can feel the tears on her cheeks. But what she wasnt expecting was to see tears in Vaggie's eye... Even as she snarled, and shrieked, and snapped her fangs, she was crying.

Charlie presses forward, Vaggie raising up over Charlie with a hawk-like screech, talons lashing out... But they dont connect, her talons *trembling* as they stilled inches from Charlie's face, her own spear aimed at her chest. Vaggie's eye is wild and afraid, but Charlie can see the *pain* there, too. She let out another shriek, closing her eye like she was bracing for the inevitable...

[hazbinhotelxreader]

Protective Carmilla x fem blind reader!

“Stay Away From Them”

(Requested by PoosayDestroyer on AO3)

A/n: I hope this isn’t disrespectful towards blind ppl since I’ve never wrote about them before-

Summary: reader is blind, and some perv tries to upskirt her, and Carmilla is there to protect the reader

Noises, noises, noises. That’s it. The only thing you could ‘observe’ was noise. Reason for it? Your blind. You’ve been blind ever since you entered hell. The sinners in hell are based off of their insecurities, their deaths, and things they hate. You? You were always called ‘blind’ because you were so oblivious to a lot of things..and hell decided to ‘gift’ you with that.

It wasn’t all bad though. Hell did give you something that you don’t regret having, your lover Carmilla. She never minded that you’re blind, if anything she compliments you and appreciates you, even if you can’t see. And even if you can’t see her, you can just imagine how gorgeous she actually is, she sounds gorgeous too.

The weapon armer has always been so carrying and sweet for you. She’s basically your eyes. She helps you get dressed if you struggle, helps you get to places without bumping into anyone, and explains everything that’s going on that you cannot see. You really love her. Another thing she does for you is keep other demons away from you, she’s pretty darn protective.

Currently, you and her were walking around Pentagram cities streets in hell. She was with her daughters, and you, helping them out with orders in this part of town since she believed it was too dangerous for young girls like them to be alone. You decided to tag along because you just wanted to help and support.

While walking, she holds your hand to help you navigate through the streets and avoid demons. "Careful my love...there's.." she looked down at a dead sinners body that has been brutally gored by an exorcists spear, deciding to not tell you that theres a dead body right below your feet. "..a stump" she corrects and lightly pulls you around it.

"why's there a stump on the sidewalk?" you ask questionably, your head turned towards where her gorgeous voice was, trying your best to show your paying attention to her even if you can't see her.

Carmilla chuckles softly, she always found it cute when you weren't aware of many things, even if it was worrying too. "Oh well, it is hell afterall..something is going to be unexpected." she responds with a softer tone rather than her usual stern one.

"I guess your not wrong" you smile a little at her words and tone, oh god how much you'd do to see what she actually looked like, you know shes gorgeous. Odette and Clara came to a halt up ahead, Odette holding her clipboard as she checks off the territory, and Clara pulling an angelic spear out of a dead sinners body, lucky for you, you could only hear the spear pop out of the sinners side rather than see it.

Carmilla held your hand, then lead you over to a wall. She gently placed your hand on it, and told you to stay right there and to not let go. She wasn't going far, maybe 5 feet away from you wince her voice was pretty clear. She was talking to her daughters about some of the areas in the town they'd go to collect more of the angelic spears. You stayed quite, but also unaware. Lets just say today, wasn't the best day to wear a skirt.

While you were unaware, and obviously not paying attention to anything you can see-well, because your blind..a middle aged small imp approuched you. He was about half your size, maybe to your hips. he had a perverted smirk on his face as he sneaks up on your unaware and oblivious state. You gasp a little when you feel your skirt get lifted a little, there was no wind, so why..? Then you felt a hand on your rear, you jumped and spoke up "hey!" you exclaim with a gasp, catching your lovers attention.

Carmilla's head shoots over to your direction when she heard your distressed cry, and saw the hellborn, fury filled her eyes as she walked over and gave him a push, grabbing your hand to let you know your okay, as she glared down at him. "you little twit..touching girls? Do you really have nothing better to do with your pathetic little life?" the overlord threats with a dangerous look on her face, she would not tolerate such an act of disgust. "You have thirty seconds to run before i send a bullet through your retarded brain." she said calm, stern and intimidating with her arms crossed as she looked down at the quivering imp. The imp nods and scurried off fast, its safe to say he won't be coming near you again. Carmilla's tone and epression softened with concern laced with it. "Mi amor? are you alright? he didn't hurt you right?" she asked, both of her hands placed on the sides of your head as she tilted your head from side to side to check on you.

You let out a soft, shaken chuckle at her actions. "yea..im fine. Just a bit shaken.." you say softly, moving your hand up to hold one of her hands that were on your cheek, you looked in her eyes, even if you couldn't see her. "Thank you my dear..i probably would have been forced into something if you weren't here.." you say in appreitation.

"Anything for you my love.." she chuckled softly and gave you a soft kiss on your forehead while holding you close in her grasp. "Now lets get going, this town is already unsafe for the girls, and now you too. I don't feel comfortable putting you three in danger." she states worried, calling her daughters back over to you two as you both start to walk.

"fine by me.." you say as she takes your hand, leading you and being your eyes once again. Yes, being blind has its cons, you can't see, bumping into things are often, and you won't be able to observe things the ways others do...and it makes you feel left out. But, it also has its pros, its advantages, and sometimes the best thing that happened in your life, and for you, that Carmilla. No doubt about it.

[jalicefanficblog]

Hush, my brave Excorcist Angel

>>I was wondering if you could do a platonic Exorcist!Vaggie & Parental Figure!Seraphim!Reader, it'll be a hurt/comfort after one of the extermination.>>

Some Parental Support for our dear Vaggie is coming right up :-)

The Spear landed on the ground with a clanging sound. 

Vaggie felt the adrenaline slowly wear off and the events of the extermination of Hell burned themselves into her memory bit by bit. Even after all the years that Vaggie has been part of Adam and Lute's team, a successful Excortizant Angel and one of the angels with a high kill count, this year's extermination had been more strenuous. 

Vaggie felt exhausted and not for the first time, doubts crept in as to whether she would make it another year. She knew that in this way she was helping Heaven... to ensure that the safety and prosperity of the heavenly place continued from now on.

And all the sinners in Hell, the Hellborns and demons who are well-deservedly slaughtered down there... are nothing more than numbers on an endless list of annoying final bosses. 

And yet Vaggie felt too tired and exhausted... maybe even a little sad to want to attend Adam's victory party. Adam held this victory party every year. For the angels who were part of the extermination team. Of course, only the exterminated angels and the seraphim were allowed to know about it.

Not only about the party but also about the annual extermination of the inhabitants of hell.

"What a... exhausting day... I feel like I've been beaten up more than the killed Sinners...", Vaggie grumbled and disappeared with her head hanging towards the bathroom to change her clothes soaked in sinners' blood. And to take a shower.

But as soon as Vaggie entered the small bathroom of her apartment and cast a weak glance in the mirror, her exhaustion and the spiral of tumultuous emotions reached a new high.

Her hands rested on the edge of the sink and her body felt like lead. Vaggie turned her gaze away from the reflection of herself in the mirror and closed her eyes.

Which was a big mistake, because immediately the panicked looks of a family of sinners appeared before her mind's eye, calling for their dead adult children and running in panic through the streets of hell. Vaggie suddenly opened her eyes again, turned her back to the bathroom mirror and sank down onto the floor, onto the small carpet in front of the sink.

She deliberately ignored the fact that her hands were touching the still-drying spots of the sinners' blood. A heavy sigh left the angel's lips and she rested her head wearily on the palms of her hands for a moment. Why had this extermination been so emotionally exhausting? She always kept her distance and this time... it was like this... oh, Vaggie couldn't quite define it either.

"Vaggie? Darling? You're not at Adam's party?" - the gentle voice of the Seraphim angel, who was a parental figure for Vaggie and with whom Vaggie had a good relationship because she really saw the Seraphim as a parent and with all her worries and hopes after all the years , in which she had received complete support from the high-ranking angel and always experienced so much care and support, penetrated through the ajar bathroom door.

"Um... no, I... don't feel so good... it... was exhausting and...", Vaggie's voice broke and a quiet, involuntary sob escaped the otherwise so confident Vaggie. Which was the reason for the angel on the other side to carefully open the bathroom door and kneel lovingly in front of Vaggie, who was crouching on the floor.

The Seraphim carefully placed a hand on the angel's shoulder, ignoring the blood.

It didn't bother the Seraphim and the angel's golden eyes sparkled with concern but also great parental love and affection. The other gently stroked Vaggie's short white hair while the Seraphim angel hummed a few quiet, soothing words from an old children's song.

Vaggie recognized the melody and closed her own golden eyes for a moment.

"Extermination is an important part of keeping Heaven safe and if you'd rather stay home, I'll keep you company. How does that sound? A nice movie night, some popcorn and the oversized pajamas from last year for your birthday?" - suggested the parental figure in Vaggie's life.

Uncertain, Vaggie opened her eyes and looked into the face of the Seraphim she trusted so much and it sounded so soothing to just let the evening end, with nothing wild or strenuous.

"I know...thank you for trying to cheer me up but...you know...there was that family that was looking for their dead adult children on the street and...", Vaggie voiced her concerns and began to tremble.

The Seraphim quickly pulled Vaggie into a protective, calming hug and also wrapped its own large wings tightly around himself and Vaggie like a fluffy blanket.

Just held the Exorcist angel and gave her the security and support that Vaggie needed at that moment.

The parental support that she was making the right decision and that she was doing a good job.

"These sinners are in hell for a good reason and you did an outstanding job, like every year. I am so incredibly proud of you Vaggie, never forget that darling? It's understandable that you are exhausted and maybe a little agitated... go take a shower and then I'll prepare everything for the film... and make you the hot chocolate that you like so much? With an extra heart cookie? There's the cautious smile that suits you so wonderfully Vaggie," - the Seraphim angel said soothingly when Vaggie's trembling had subsided and Vaggie sought eye contact and was even able to show a grateful smile.

The Seraphim's wings loosened again and a hand stroked Vaggie's cheek in a parental , way before the Seraphim sat up and turned on the shower water ,so it could warm up before the Seraphim turned around to Vaggie again and helped her to her feet with one hand.

"Thank you...that...was exactly what I needed...can you...look out for the heart cookies with the chocolate pieces?" Vaggie replied gratefully.

"Anytime, Darling. And i look, if we still have your favorite cookies? If there's anything, just call for me and I'll come faster than the wings clapping together of the postman angel!", said the parental figure and gently patted Vaggie on the shoulder, before the Seraphim made its way out of the bathroom.

"Thank you...", Vaggie said one last time and was truly grateful from the bottom of her heart , for the comfort and the comforting gestures and words of her parental figure and the hug.

Another parental smile was given to Vaggie by the Seraphim angel before the bathroom door was closed from the outside and Vaggie got rid of her partially torn and blood-stained clothes and jumped into the shower.

When the warm water hit her exhausted body and not only freed her of the blood , residue with a little shampoo and shower gel, the self-doubt and the troubled emotions were also washed away.

At least for this year's extermination.

Vaggie didn't want to think about next year.

She would slip into oversized pajamas right after her shower and take it easy for the evening, enjoying the company of the parental Seraphim angel...who had been like a parent to, her since her arrival in Heaven so many years ago, acting as a buoy of light on stormy seas.

She would always see the light, no matter how turbulent and chaotic the sea raged beneath her.

Always.

THE END