#he’s also still stewing about angel

[claudethecrabdemoness]

((no he wasn’t))

Vox has no chill. And often says the gayest shit when he sees red.

… lucky for him, Claude likes that in a guy.

She doesn’t totally get his beef with Alastor, nor does she care all too much. Alastor is just kind of an ominously distant figure to most sinners in hell, and while they have a more-than-healthy fear of what he can do, no one really loses much sleep over it on average. Especially since his disappearance. As far as she’s concerned, all the overlords are petty and ego-driven as a prerequisite to the title, so anyone Vox hates would fall into that same category of silly boy rivalry. Same animosity, different vessel. The only thing she def gets more than he does is how badly he wants to bone said nemesis, and just can’t reckon with the obviously one-sided sexual tension. Now THAT she can get behind…

Even if Vox will never be able to 😝🤣💦

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

can you make a fic about yan!fboyjk and yan!cheaterjk for me? i don’t have a specific plot in my mind so you can do anything to your liking :))

Pairing | cheater!fboy!yan!Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 4.242

Warnings | +18, talk about marriage and cheating, smut, dubcon, fingering, vaginal sex, oral sex (f. receiving), Jungkook is sweet but also scary, angst, forced relationship, manipulation

Yandere genre is very strong, if you don't like it, don't read. If you are not of age, don't read. I don't want to hear any complaints in the comments, thank you.

This does not reflect my way of thinking or living at all, it is just a work of fiction, it is like watching a horror movie, many of us love horror movies, but we would never dream of what we see in those movies happening in reality as well.

Simply put, this story was written for entertainment purposes, it should not be seen as a reflection of my values, opinions or morals. I absolutely do not condone such acts.

⤷ Summary | You want to leave Jungkook, but he is not of the same opinion, It doesn't matter if he did wrong, you are his.

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! Thank you for the request! I hope you like the story, please ask me for more stories, I am happy to write for you 🥰

You and Jungkook have been always sure about your future, you would get married and live happily ever after like in the most beautiful fairy tale. So why are you crying? Why do you refuse to take your eyes off that scene? Your brain refuses to recognize those angelic features that had caught you in a dense network of colorful, sparkling dreams as a child. That cannot be the same man who swore to you in front of all your relatives eternal love, with a ring in his hand and a wonderful, sweet smile drawn on his lips. Yet who can it be but Jungkook, the man who at that moment holds in his arms a woman unknown to you? You went to the gym to surprise your boyfriend, he had been disappearing for hours for some time under the guise of training for the wedding, he wanted to keep in shape to be perfect for you… just for you. But there he is, at the entrance of the gym whispering something in the ear of the blond-haired woman, who in return smiles cheekily at his joke, running a hand over his strong, trained chest. They seem very close, there is definitely confidence between them. You finally look away, feeling incredibly wrong, and take a step back, then another and another.

You start running in the opposite direction, all to forget that scene, to forget Jungkook's smug eyes staring at a woman who is not you. When you get home you feel incredibly weak, you sit almost collapsing on the bed, in your brain a bunch of ideas start swirling around in your head, ideas that block your breath in your throat. It's not even the first time it's happened, you realize, it's happened before that you've noticed something strange in your relationship, but you've never given it any credence. You don't want to think anymore. Forget, forget, forget.

"Smells good, love," the man leaves a sweet kiss on your neck, pressing his soft lips to caress your skin, "Is my girl getting ready to spoil me yet?" Jungkook holds you tightly in his arms, practically purring against your body. You find yourself smiling between his cuddles, continuing to stir the meat stew simmering in the pot. "You're just saying that because you're hungry," you chuckle gently. You found yourself shaking like a leaf in anxiety for days, believing that sooner or later Jungkook would come to you to tell you that he was leaving you for another woman, but none of that happened, Jungkook is still the same, showering you with attention and adoring you, and still wanting to marry you. Perhaps you had misunderstood the situation, that blond woman must be a friend and you jumped to conclusions, you should have asked Jungkook for explanations, but you still feel something holding you back from doing so. It is fear, a deep and treacherous fear.

"I say this because you are too good to me," he whispers seriously, causing you to turn toward him. His serious eyes chain yours and you feel lost, watching the wonder of that glittering obsidian staring at you encompassing you with possession, Jungkook licks his lips, the rosy soft tip furrowing those inviting petals before he moves closer to you, the electricity between your bodies bursting into lightning bolts as your lips meet, softly joining in an adoring kiss full of dominance. Somehow Jungkook manages to turn off the stove behind you, grabbing your head in a grip that forces you to deepen the kiss under the pressure of his hot tongue pressing repeatedly on your lips to demand access to your mouth. In each touch of Jungkook you lose yourself, accepting the force with which he takes your lips moaning and grabbing a few wavy strands of hair between your fingers. His tongue entwines with yours creating a wet and sensual dance, feeling him slow and hot inside your mouth turns you on in an incredible way. His taste is dope and Jungkook thinks the same of yours, sucking your tongue like delicious candy and smiling. It is always like that, if he wants something, he takes it. And you at that moment happily offer him your body, your feelings and your soul. They are all his.

He grips your hips in his hands, pressing you against his hot body, he needs you and with trembling legs you leave him in charge, he takes you to the couch where he makes you lie down leaving behind a trail of light, soft kisses along your jaw and neck, he stares at you now with half-closed eyes, the man finds himself thinking that you probably don't know how much you are actually giving him. With your clothes now on the floor and your panties lowered to your knees you let your head fall back, clenching your lower lip between your teeth, gentle waves of pleasure envelop your body, Jungkook with one hand travels up your belly to stop at your breasts, which he squeezes possessively as he wraps his tongue around your swollen clitoris, licking and sucking it repeatedly before poking your soggy slit with his fingertips, entering it only slightly, just enough to let your sweet essence out and lick it away with his tongue and enjoy the taste of you that has always driven him wild. You're getting closer and closer to your first orgasm, and you know it won't be the only one; you squeeze his head between your soft, smooth thighs, but he forces you to stay still by pushing his palms on your delicate skin, continuing to eat away at your quivering folds until a wonderful, satisfying sensation grips your belly and explodes into millions of tiny stars behind your closed eyelids.

"Jungkook! S-stop!" you shake your hips trying to make him stop and he stops only after sucking your sensitive pearl against his palate one last time. Kissing your folds and moving up your skin he stops at your belly, licking slowly down to your navel and you shudder still shaken from your orgasm, he only begins to remove his pants and boxers once he reaches your breasts, where he breathes in the scent of your soft skin and takes a delicate nipple in his mouth, attaching it and beginning to caress it with the tip of his tongue, sending delicious shivers throughout your body. "Open those beautiful legs for me, sweetheart," he gives you two light pats on the knee and makes you spread your legs wide, satiating his hungry, smug eyes. He loves the power you let him wield over you. You lick your lips at the sight of his straining, cum-shiny cock, wanting to taste it, to feel that length filling your mouth and leaving you breathless, but Jungkook pushes you back against the couch firmly, shaking his head amusedly. "Later, love," he murmurs finally taking off the tight t-shirt he is wearing, you find yourself gazing at his defined and gorgeous abs with the driest of throats, he doesn't let you touch him to your disappointment, you want to caress his chest, play with his sensitive nipples, but with a firm, hard kiss he guides himself between your legs, sinuously sliding into your wet entrance with his thick, hard cock, you widen your eyes and a deep moan leaves your throat. Your sensitive folds vibrate delightedly with each of his slow, firm lunges, your arms wrap around his neck and your hips move with his, in the room you can only hear the sounds of your bodies coming together and your wheezing moans, Jungkook grunts in your ear something after a particularly hard thrust and your eyes narrow, the thick tip of his cock is hitting a particularly sensitive spot that makes more moisture gush from your pussy.

"Jungkook, I'm coming again," you whimper softly inhaling his scent, the man nods as he continues to press into that sensitive area, and you move his hair behind his ear before leaving a kiss on one side of his neck. Then something makes you miss a beat. You hadn't noticed it before because it was hidden by his rather long hair, but just below his ear is a mark. It looks like a mark- a hickey -the color is tending toward purple and your heartstrings tug painfully.

You drive your nails into his shoulders with frost enveloping your limbs, you don't want to look any further, tears accumulate in the corners of your eyes and Jungkook blames your oncoming climax, he kisses them drying them with his lips and that gesture makes you scream internally, why is he so sweet and attentive? It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair. With his free hand he reaches down between your bodies beginning to circle with his thumb around your clit, his pelvis moves faster, he is coming, soon he would fill you with his cum and for the first time ever you find yourself faking an orgasm with Jungkook, your delicate walls tighten around his cock, accompanying him to the end of his pleasure, but you feel nothing more. Jungkook collapses on top of you, kissing your forehead and cheeks, then finishing with your lips, but your heart is shattered. The man you love does not actually love you. "I love you, Y/N," he says, a lie you are no longer willing to believe.

There was always something wrong with the attention Jungkook was getting at school, you often attended the same classes and you always got the evil eyes of the other girls on you, you had even tried to ask the boy why, but he had always explained that they were simply jealous of your relationship and you were not supposed to pay attention to them. And you had believed him, after all, you always believed him. But now you regret giving him all that power.

"Jungkook, do you have another woman?" Your wedding is only a month away, and you can't marry a man who doesn't love you. Jungkook from his side almost chokes on his energy drink, he stares at you as if you had two heads instead of one, you are in the parking lot of his gym, you went to pick him up and you can tell he had recently showered, the ends of his hair are still damp and curled. "Shit, Y/N! Is that something to tell your future husband? We're getting married in exactly one month, heck no! I don't have another woman!" he blurts out seemingly speechless, you tighten your lips in response. "Hey ... Baby, what's going on?" he whispers softly, trying to take your chin between his fingers, but you quickly flinch away from him, who rolls his eyes in response. "What's going on is this, Jungkook," you growl, suddenly lifting some dark locks from his neck, exposing a small but remarkable detail. There are slight bite marks that are healing, you had noticed it a few days before, but you didn't have the courage to point it out, until now.

You're tired, you don't want to put up with such a situation anymore. "Stop teasing me, I hate it when you're so sweet to me, when it's clear that you're having fun behind my back with who knows how many other women!" you shout with glazed eyes, Jungkook immediately losing the confusion etched on his face, finally letting a serious and icy look shine through. "This is not the place to talk about this, Y/N. Let's go home," he hisses, not even trying to deny it one more time. This shocks you deeply. He doesn't seem to care that you finally know the truth. "I really think this is the right place, instead" you don't want to cry, so you hold back your tears by chasing them back, "You lied to me and betrayed me, I don't want to marry a man like you" the disgust in your voice makes him wince, if he thought he was going to solve things by using some bullshit catchphrases, well, he was very wrong. You make to get out of the car, you would have taken a cab rather than be with him again in that cramped and stifling space, you want to vent your emotions in a more secluded place, but Jungkook tightens a hand around your wrist.

"Don't you want to marry a man like me? My love, you may not realize that you have no other choice! We have always been together and we will always be together! You swore it to me more than once and you even did it in front of our parents!" he exclaims fiercely, tightening his grip painfully, you squeeze your eyes shut in pain. "You're hurting me," you murmur terrified by his sudden change. "Well, maybe you deserve it, don't you think?" he asks cruelly. You know Jungkook particularly cares about his parents' judgment, but you didn't think he would go that far to make them happy, so a worse doubt germinates in you. "You never loved me! You only want to be with me because our parents always wanted it that way" you want to vomit, were you really that blind? Jungkook quickly shakes his head, "Of course I love you, even though you're making me angry with this absurd talk of yours." "You don't love me, if you really loved me you wouldn't cheat on me with other women" you find the strength to break free from his grip, your pulse is red and pumping blood quickly. "I-" he freezes, his eyes dark with fury, "You don't understand, you can't blame me alone for all this!"

Jungkook knows he was wrong; in fact, he wouldn't have even wanted to start. But when you got together you were young and you had insisted on losing your virginity only once you had reached adulthood and thus the necessary maturity, you did not want your first time to be driven only by the pure hormonal instincts of two teenagers, and Jungkook had never had the courage to insist, because you seemed quite convinced about your ideas. But he needed what you were unwilling to give him, and so he cheated on you for the first time in a school bathroom after class, and he had hated himself no matter how many more countless times, but the more he got the more he wanted more, and even when you had finally given yourself to him, cheating had become an impossible vice to let go of, and the idea that you would always be left waiting for him was particularly tempting. But now it no longer seems that way; you want to leave, to leave him, and he cannot allow it. "You drove me crazy with your constant 'We're too young' or 'Let's wait a little longer'!" You open your mouth wide in shock, "No, don't blame me! You never told me you were against my ideas, and anyway, that's no reason to betray a person you say you love."

You have to get out of that car, you can't wait a second longer. The situation is worse than you thought, he has been cheating on you since the beginning of your story, you are nauseated. "You disgust me," you say before you open the door, you turn to get out, but suddenly your vision goes black, you feel Jungkook press his hand against your nose and mouth, before wrapping an arm around your neck.

When you wake up you realize you are no longer in the car, but you are not even in your house. The only thing you remember is Jungkook making you faint, then nothingness. You look around and what you see is a small room, the walls are lilac and it's littered with puppets of all kinds and colors, the mirror in front of the single bed you're lying on makes it clear the way you've been dressed. You're wearing a high school uniform and your hands are tied to the headboard, you widen your eyes and try to free yourself by pulling at the fabric used to hold you like that. "You've woken up." Jungkook makes his appearance from the bathroom connected to the small bedroom, he is adjusting his dark blue tie and you also notice his attire, he is dressed in a school uniform just like you. "What does all this mean, is this a joke?" you hiss less than amused, but Jungkook doesn't flinch. "I've come to a conclusion," he says as he approaches the bed, you try to get as far away from him as possible by bringing your free legs to your chest, you don't recognize the man in front of you, "I don't want to cheat on you, ever again."

He seems sincere, but you don't trust him. He has broken your heart too many times to deserve trust from you again. "I don't believe you, you're a liar," you say in fact, Jungkook tightens his lips. "I have my conditions," he says anyway, ignoring your words, "You'll still marry me and we'll make up for all the moments you made us miss," he murmurs dangerously, sitting down on the bed and letting a hand approach your thigh, you become an ice statue instantly, finally understanding the reason behind your uniforms. "You're crazy, I'm not going to marry you and we're not going to get anything back at all, to be honest I haven't had an orgasm with you in weeks, just the thought of a traitor like you touching me makes me lose the will to fuck," you murmur angrily, jerking away from his hand in a stinging manner. Jungkook narrows his eyes into two slits, he wanted to be nice to you, but you just don't understand. He's going to use forceful manners, then. "Why must you force me to hurt you, my love?" You look at him terrified, what does he mean?

"Jungkook, don't do anything you might regret, please." He grips your face hard in his hands, staring at you with those deep, dark pools you've always loved, pinning you in place before snapping a deep kiss. You stubbornly keep your lips tight, but Jungkook bites your lower lip forcing you to scream, his voluptuous tongue immediately making room in your mouth and groaning in protest as he plunders your oral cavity. "You'll change your mind, Y/N, by hook or by crook," he hums in your ear with a veil of amusement shining through his voice-who the hell is this man? Jungkook studies you carefully before running his hands over your hips, you shudder at his touch and his fingers stop above the buttons of your school blouse. "You will have only my body, Jungkook," you say in a colorless voice, trying to escape from that absurd reality, the boy opens your blouse, showing off the lace of your pink bra, he observes the graceful shape of your breasts longingly before returning his gaze to you. "I will have everything of you: soul, heart, body -- everything," he whispers before leaning over you, inhaling your scent straight from your bare skin.

"Where have you taken me?" "Haven't you figured it out yet?" You frown, then finally understand. It is his room from when he was a child, that means-. "We're at your parents' house." Jungkook nods. "Do you remember what happened in this room, Y/N?" Yes, you remember, but you don't want to say it out loud, that would make what Jungkook wants to do real. "You rejected me," he hisses suddenly, ripping your blouse off once and for all, you squeal in fright at his force and widen your eyes. He looks furious, his hands are shaking and his shoulders have stiffened under the weight of his fury, "I wanted you and you walked away! No matter how many times we did it when you made up your mind, you still rejected me and forced me to beg from other girls!" he exclaims, totally delirious before attaching his lips to the visible skin of your breasts, you wriggle trying to push him away, but he is too strong, Jungkook is not there with you. He is lost in his memories and blaming you for his betrayals.

Bitter tears accumulate in the corners of your eyes, it's not your fault. It's not your fault at all, but maybe... maybe if you had been more attentive to his needs, too, you would have been enough for him? When he grabs your pussy from above the fabric of your panties you arch your back against your will, his strong and powerful presence still has its hold on you and you tremble trying to stop yourself, you don't know if you are more scared or excited. "Jungkook-" "Say you're sorry," you widen your eyes. "What?" you gasp, his index finger going under the fabric and circling your slit. "Say you're sorry for rejecting me so many times, say you're sorry for all the times you made me feel like an ugly, worthless little boy!" You shake your head, "I never-" you groan, his index finger penetrating you and gently moving a few inches above your soaked entrance, you stiffen at the flame that suddenly invades your limbs. How does he still do this to you? After weeks spent in total apathy, it is now lighting you up in more ways than one, why?

Then you remember, " I don't want to cheat on you, ever again," are such simple words enough to get your body to react? Your body is corrupted by Jungkook, vibrating under his forbidden touch and practically purring, more moisture gushes from your slit, which widens to envelop the second finger Jungkook adds to his penetration, you are trembling trying not to push your hips against the boy, but it is harder than you thought. "I don't want you," you murmur, shaking your head, Jungkook looking at you firmly, tickling sensitive spots that only he knows and is able to reach. "Say it again as you come on my fingers, my love." An unsettling feeling of warmth swells in your lower abdomen. You deny it once more with your head, trying to stop your trembling legs, but it is too late, your walls tightening around his long, deft fingers, exploding in an orgasm you have longed for. "Why are you doing this to me?" you cry, moving your arms forcefully; Jungkook stops you, preventing you from hurting yourself with the ribbons that bind you.

"I wanted to make you pay for all the times you said no by making me feel like a poor, inexperienced fool," he says clutching your skirt with fingers smeared with your liquid pleasure, "But things got out of hand," he stammers, a stinger reaches your heart and your stomach sinks. You don't want to think about how many times he has devoted himself to another woman's body, it hurts too much. "You never told me about it," your words come out in a breathy voice, you try to hold back the sobs. Jungkook moves on top of you, "We will be happy, Y/N" he kisses your forehead moving between your legs, you feel him unzip his pants and enter you with one thrust, it is easy to enter you, you are completely wet and close your eyes listening to his rough, lustful sighs. His swollen cock moves penetrating you repeatedly, the bed moves under his precise and direct strokes and you squeeze your eyes shut, your clitoris throbbing and quivering seeking more direct stimulation and a sigh escapes your lips when the man presses his pelvis against your pubis, crushing your sensitive pearl while with the tip of his cock he reaches to stimulate a particularly receptive spot, you watch the strands of his hair sticking to your sweat-dampened forehead and his eyes begging you not to leave him.

"Y/N!" he moans your name while squinting, "Y/N!" he pushes harder between your soft walls and pulls with his arms on the ropes that keep you tied to the bed. "Jung-" you bite your tongue, refusing to moan his name, but the boy disagrees and demands that you look at him. "I'm sorry, I'll never cheat on you again, I mean it," he whimpers into your ear, "I only love you, only you," he moans and you find yourself closing your eyes, not wanting to give in, not really wanting to, but... "I'm-I'm sorry...for rejecting you" you stammer, pleasure rising once again and the hope of mending your relationship dancing in your chest, "I'm sorry for making you feel unfit." "The others... I just wanted to prove myself" thus confesses his feeling of inadequacy, you know you shouldn't forgive him anyway, but you love him too much, "But now I realize it's only to you that I have to prove something, forgive me" and so you let yourself be corrupted even in your soul. Just a gesture of your head is enough to allow him to come deeply inside you, your breath quickening as you reach for him clutching him in the deepest part of you, throwing your head back. Moments later he unties the knot that binds you to the bed and kisses your wrists softly, murmuring about how perfect you are for him and that once we were married, all would be forgotten because he only wants you. A tear slides down your cheek.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 1

Alec Lightwood + Praise Kink

Happy first day of kinktober everyone. I’ve got a lot more schoolwork this year (curse you psychology) but ill be doing my best to try and keep up with my posting.

I’m gonna be honest I haven’t watched Shadowhunters in a long time, but Alec and Magnus still mean a lot to me. So, this is super vague about background stuff, cuz I can’t remember any of the plot from the show or books.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist

Alec found himself sighing as he leaned back in the chair behind his desk, his hand reaching up to rub at his aching temples. He took his duty very seriously, but at times it could do nothing but cause pains and aches throughout his body and psyche. Not only that, but his work kept him apart from you, sometimes for days or even weeks at a time. Alec had known at the time when he gained his rank that this work would fill much of his life, but now that he had finally found his way to you, it almost didn’t feel worth it.

Alec sighed softly as he got out of his seat, there was no reason to keep working any more tonight. At this point he had stared at those reports enough that he was seeing double, and the thought of your shared bed was like an angel’s call. With that in mind, the shadowhunter found himself almost floating to your shared room, a new edition to your relationship. Neither of you even had much time to spend in this room, as you were both important people in your circles and both took your duties seriously.

It was because of this that Alec didn’t even think about you being present when he entered the dimly lit room, his eyelids heavy and half shut as he pulled off his clothes robotically, folding it up neatly and placing it off to the side to go in the laundry in the morning. It was only when he fell onto the bed, now only clad his boxers, that he noticed the second presence in the room. He almost jolted up with shock, but your arm wrapped warmly and securely around his waist, pulling your lover close as you nuzzled into the back of his stiff neck.

“there’s my pretty boy” you rumble, your voice thick with sleep but also the love and admiration you have for Alec. Alec only allows himself to huff a little, feeling embarrassed at your sweet words. He had never gotten used to being complimented or praised, so when you peppered sleepy kisses on his neck and mumbled about his beautiful, he was and how strong he was, the shadowhunter felt himself grow hotter in the face.

“Look at you, all tense” you huff, your warm hands running up and down the planes of Alecs torso as you hook your chin over his shoulder, your thumbs rubbing just below his pecs, the action causing him to twitch and exhale sharply. “Always working so hard for everyone, but you never take care of yourself” you mumble, your lips pressed to the side of his neck. You can’t help but nibble on the skin there, letting your tongue flatten against the rune on his neck.

“Guess that’s why you have me, isn’t it” you almost tease, your hands finally grabbing his tight pecs in your palms, giving him a loving squeeze, making your sensitive lover whine. “Always such a diligent, good boy, aren’t you?” you croon, giving both of his nipples a quick pinch and twist, enjoying the punched-out noise that leaves Alec at the action. You had always loved how sensitive he was, and how easily you could work him up with just a few touches and sweet words.

“My good boy” you purr, hands traveling down his torso at a snail’s pace, almost in a worshipping manner as you feel out every shape that makes up his body, basking in the shaky way he breaths and how he can’t seem to keep his legs still. “My pretty boy” you hum, your thumbs teasing at the elastic of his underwear, an almost catlike smirk on your lips as you let your lover stew in the need and want running through his tired body.

“Just lay back Alec, ill take care of you” you mutter, using your grip to pull him further against your chest, your hips grinding into his own from behind. Alec shakily exhales but seems to melt in your arms, his muscles untensing as you fold his boxers down under his sack, releasing his hardness to the darkness of your shared room.

“Ill always take care of you. Because you are so good, and so beautiful. So smart, and so considerate of everyone around you” you keep mumbling, one of your hands wrapping around where Alec craves you the most. The noise that leaves him sounds drawn out and almost painful, like he had wanted you to touch him for so long. There isn’t a need for lube, as you don’t have to do much to work Alec how he needs it, at the moment he doesn’t need anything wild, he just needs your touch and presence.

The loose grip you have around him and the lazy way you stroke him is enough to have Alec twitching and jolting, his mouth open as he gasps and whimpers, words long gone from his person as he arches his hips into your hand. How you feel about him is impossible to express in words, so you keep laying every compliment you can think of on him as you kiss and suck at his neck and shoulder.

His keens rise in volume, his voice wobbly and almost hoarse as he begs in broken words. “Go on baby. Good boy, come on, be good and give it to me” you rumble, reaching up with your free hand to give one of his nipples a rough pinch and twist. Its all Alec needs to finish, his hips jolting almost painfully into your hand as his essence spills across the sheets in thick white stripes, painting your black sheets in a different shade.

You barely are able to withdraw from his back before Alec is asleep, the exhaustion of the multiple days of nonstop work and the euphoria of his orgasm knocking him out cold. With a soft chuckle, you kiss his temple and start cleaning up, moving him around to change him out of his underwear into a new pair, and getting new sheets on the bed. As you cuddle against his back again, this time under the sheets, you smile softly to yourself as you kiss the back of his neck. “I love you so much, my sweet boy” you whisper before shutting your eyes, burying your face into his hair, and inhaling his scent, letting the familiar scent carry you off into the land of sleep.

[httpdwaekki]

sick days | l.f.

summmary: felix is feeling under the weather but luckily his angel is there to help him feel better.

wc: 2k

warnings: i know channie n lix don't live in the same dorm but for the sake of this story they do <3. descriptions of the flu and food, too many pet names, use of y/n. not proofread, lowercase intended.

a/n: okayyy, this is a request i was given a lil while ago (i'm so sorry this took so long) also wrote this in like 4 hours until three am so if the ending is weird that’s why but i’ll proofread it tomorrow. with that being said, i hope u enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

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(pictures not mine! credit to owners!)

you knew something was off, you couldn’t put your finger on it but you had a gut feeling. you had asked felix if everything was okay and he reassured you everything was fine. that was until a few days later he texted you letting you know he was feeling sick.

you had already called into work, letting them know you weren’t going to be in the office for a few days but you’ll do some work on your computer. you texted him once more, asking him what he needs but you didn’t receive a response.

assuming he’s probably resting you give his older counterpart a call. there was about three rings before he picks up, “hello?” an aussie voice fills your ears. “hi channie.” you smile. “y/n! hi, what can i do for you?” he asks.

“felix told me he wasn’t feeling well so i tried to text him to ask if he needed anything but he didn’t respond so i’m assuming he’s asleep. but i was calling so ask if you knew if he needed anything or if you guys need anything at the dorms.” you explain, placing him on speaker opening your notes app.

“oh! well i know lino’s making him some stew but i’m sure he could use some medicine and maybe some tea and something for electrolytes.” he lists off. “okay i can do that, do you guys need anything for the dorm?” you ask, typing out your list.

“no i think we’re good, thank you y/n, i appreciate it.” he smiles. “no problem channie, i’ll be there in a bit.” taking the phone off speaker, placing it back to your ear. “sounds good, drive safe.” you say your goodbyes, hanging up the phone.

you quickly put on your jacket, pulling your backpack on, then your work bag and grabbing your keys, walking out the door. you had packed a bag, planning on spending a few days at the dorms taking care of felix.

you quickly make your way to your car after locking your door. you grab everything felix may need from the store, making your way to the dorms. the drive to the dorms was quick, pulling into the driveway, grabbing all of your bags. you use your hip to close your car door as your hands are full, before walking up to the dorm.

you use your foot to tap the door, hoping someone inside hears. the door opens revealing a hoodie clad chan, giving you his signature smile, “hey, y/n.” he greets you before grabbing the bags. “ hi.” you smile back, quickly turning back, locking your car before following him inside.

you make your way into the kitchen, finding lino finishing up his kimchi-jjigae while chan places the bags on the counter. “hi lino.” you smile, giving him a small wave. “hi y/n, here to take care of yongbokkie?” he asks, stirring the steaming stew. you nod, “i’ll be right back, i’m gonna go put my stuff down and check on him.

you make your way down the hall, before reaching his closed door. you gently knock on the door, just incase he was still sleeping. “come in” you hear the familiar aussie voice, his voice impossibly deeper. you open the door, finding the usually sunny boy, looking pale and dreary.

“hi bubba, how are you feeling?” you ask, quickly putting down your bags next to the door before making your way to the bed. you sit down on the bed, brushing his hair out of his face. he clears his throat, “i’m okay.’ his voice hoarse.

your hand resting on his warm cheek, thumb brushing soothing circles on his cheek. “what’s going on jagi?” you ask. “channie hyung thinks it’s a cold or flu, i have a fever, congested, i keep coughing and sneezing and my head feels like it’s a balloon.” he explains, before he turns his head away from you, letting out a sneeze.

you hand him a tissue from the box sitting on his bedside table. “bless you bubba.” he blows his nose, placing the tissue in the bag next to him. “thank you, angel.” he gives you a small smile. you look at the table, finding an empty water bottle, tissues, and some crackers.

“have you taken some medicine?” you ask, running your hand through his hair. “lino hyung gave me some aspirin for my fever but we didn’t have any cold medicine.” he sniffles, closing his eyes, nuzzling his head against your hand slightly.

“okay bub, i picked you up some, so i’m gonna go grab you some medicine and i think minho is done with the stew so i’m gonna grab you a bowl too, alright?” you ask, hand still running through his hair. “mhm, thank you.” he mumbles. 

you leaned over placing a soft kiss to his warm forehead before pulling his blanket over him. you get up, grabbing the empty water bottle and crackers before making your way out of the room. you softly close the door behind you, walking back to the kitchen.

you place the crackers on the counter before filling up his blue bottle with ice and water. you start to put everything away, keeping the medicine and gatorade in a bag before pulling away the crackers. “here you go.” lino says, placing a bowl of the hot stew, with a spoon and some napkins next to you.

“ thank you minho.” you smile, placing the water bottle in the bag as well. “of course, there’s extra on the stove if you want some.” he says pointing towards the pot on the stove

. your heart warms at the older boy's gesture. “oh, thank you, you didn't have to.”

he waves you off “it’s the least i could do for you helping yongbokkie.” he smiles before making his way to the living room to join chan on the couch. you smile to yourself before collecting your materials, making your way back to your sick boy.

you carefully make your way down the hallway, knocking on the door once more, signaling your arrival. you carefully open the door, finding felix fast asleep, soft snores leaving his mouth. you quietly make your way into the room, closing the door once again.

you make your way to the side of his bed, placing the stew on the bedside table, sitting next to him once again. you place a gentle hand on his cheek, softly rubbing, waking him up. “hi angel,” you smile down at him. “you can go back to sleep in a bit but i got soup, medicine and water.” he nods understanding as he stretches a bit.

“sit up for me a bit.” he leans forward, coughing a bit. you rub his back, before you place pillows behind him to prop him up. “okay, lay back down baby.” he lays back, clearing his throat a bit. “comfortable?” he nods, giving you a small smile.

“good.” you smile, placing a kiss to his forehead before grabbing the still warm stew. you stir it slightly before taking a spoonful, blowing on the steaming liquid, bringing the spoon and bowl to felix. he opens his mouth, taking in the warm liquid, you pull the spoon back.

“good?” you ask, gathering another serving for him. he swallows the delicious food. “very good angel, thank you.” you smile, bringing the spoon back to him. “don’t thank me, thank minho.” you take the spoon again, repeating the process.

“no seriously, you dropped everything to come take care of me. i really appreciate that baby.” he smiles, placing an hand on your thigh. you place the spoon back in the bowl, leaning over, careful of the bowl of soup. you place a kiss to his cheek, “i’m your partner, it’s literally my job, you don’t have to thank me lix.” his cheeks redden slightly, small smile spreading across his lips.

you grab the spoon, repeating the same process until the stew is all gone. you hand him the napkin, watching him wipe his face before holding out the bowl for him to place the dirty material in. you set the bowl down before grabbing the gatorade and medicine. you place the medicine in his hand before opening the gatorade bottle.

he places the pills in his mouth before grabbing the cold bottle you held out to him. he takes down a few gulps of the cold liquid, before he struggles to breathe thanks to his congestion. “bubba, slow down,” you place your hand on his thigh as he finally pulls away. “breathe please, it’s not going anywhere.” you rub his thigh lightly.

“sorry.” he coughs slightly, causing you to take the bottle, before rubbing his back. “okay bubba, let it out.” the coughs slowly die down, his breathing becoming heavy as he tries to catch his breath. “okay, let’s lay you back down baby.” he nods, you put the cap back on, placing it back on the table.

you move a few of pillows, allowing him to lay back down. he scoots a little closer to you before laying down fully. “comfy?” he nods smiling, eyes closing slightly. “i’ll be back, i’m just gonna bring the dishes back into the kitchen, okay?” you ask, moving his two drinks to the edge of the table for him to have easy access. “okay, you’ll come back and cuddle right?” he asks, his boba eyes staring into yours, pleading you. you giggle, nodding, “yes, bub, i’ll come back and cuddle.” he smiles, happy with your answer before he nuzzles back into the soft mattress.

you give his arm a squeeze before getting up and grabbing the bowl, making your way back to the hallway. as you step out you run into jeongin. “oh!” slightly startled. “hi innie.” you smile. “hi noona, how is felix hyung?” he asks, pointing to the door. “he’s okay, he just ate and took medicine so he’s gonna sleep for a bit.” small smile still present on your lips.

“good, thank you for taking care of him.” you nod your head, “of course, i’d do anything for him.” your cheeks warming slightly. he smiles, “he’d do the same for you, you know.” you nod, cheeks becoming impossibly warmer. “i know, thank you innie.” he smiles, placing a hand on your shoulder before making his way to his room.

you make it back to the kitchen, quickly washing the bowl. “how’s lix doing?” an aussie voice behind you asks. you turn around, “he’s okay, he ate and i gave him some medicine so he’s gonna try to sleep now.” he nods, “thank you for taking care of him, we really appreciate it.”  you nod, smiling at the older man. “anytime channie, i’d do anything for him.”

he gives you a side hug, “we know.” he pulls away, making his way back to minho on the couch. you walk back to felix’s room for the final time, lightly knocking on the door. you enter, felix lifting his head, before settling back into his cocoon.

“y’know you don’t have to knock everytime, right?” he mumbles, face smooshed into his pillow. “i know but it’s your space, i don’t want to invade it.” you say, making your way to the other side of the bed. you get under the blankets, opening your arms to him. “you could never invade my space jagi, what’s mine is yours.”

he moves, melting into you, placing a kiss on top of your heart. “you realize you’re definitely getting sick right?” he asks, words slurred with sleep. you giggle, “yes lix i know,” you pause looking down at him, “but it’s worth it.” you lean down, placing a kiss to his sift hair.

“please make sure you take some vitamins.” he says, clearly fighting sleep. “i will angel, now go to sleep, you need rest,” you run fingers through his hair with one hand, rubbing his arm with the other. “mhm kay, lub you angel.” you smile, holding him close to you. “i love you too, lix.” placing one last kiss on his hair before he drifts off.

needless to say you definitely got sick a few days later, which resulted in a scolding from the sunshine boy himself. but he nursed you back to health, make sure you both were taking your vitamins to avoid getting sick again.

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[lewkwoodnco]

You look like shit - Lockwood x Reader

One time you told lockwood he looked like shit and four times he told you you looked like shit

“You look like shit.”

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re in a hospital bed but I’m the one who looks like shit.”

“Exactly, you look spectacularly terrible. Did you sleep at all last night?”

“I tried, but my sorry excuse of a boss got his ass kicked by some Type Two, so here I am.”

“Doesn’t your sorry excuse of a boss write your cheques?”

“Have I mentioned how fond I am of my sorry excuse of a boss?”

a/n: just a little drabble i typed up having been inspired by this post :)

tropes/warnings: mostly fluffy, some mentions of grief, slight description of injury, smidge of flirty-ish banter 🙈🙈

wc: 1.5k!

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“You look like shit.”

Lockwood froze with his mug halfway to his mouth. He gaped at her briefly before setting the mug down once the shock passed. She was Lockwood & Co.'s newest employee and it was only recently that the ice had been sufficiently broken for their interactions to evolve into something more than a passing smile or greeting. This, however, was more than he had expected. He was possessed by a sudden overwhelming urge to laugh.

"It's like, 10 in the morning, and you already look exhausted. Do you ever sleep?"

He struggled with his words for a moment. "...yes. Sometimes."

"Not enough, clearly."

He did look especially worse for wear that morning. Only just recovering from a mild flu, his insomnia was at an all-time high and the lack of sun over the past week had his skin looking nearly transparent. He was a frail, washed-out thing flitting restlessly between rooms, bemoaning all the cases he was missing out on while cooped up here.

He smiled for what felt like the first time in days. She coughed, embarrassed, feeling like she had grossly overstepped.

"I mean...you don't look that horrible."

Fortunately, Lucy chose that exact moment to walk in and sufficiently distract Lockwood with the details of their newest case and she took the opportunity to duck out of the room. What the hell had she been thinking?

"H- oh, you look like shit."

She emerged from behind the counter through a cloud of steam, her hair resting on her shoulders like a large, frizzy, brittle rat. While he and George had spent the morning at the Archives, she had spent it at Portland Row preparing Fesenjān for their lunch as part of some stupid bet she had made with George.

"Oh, good, you're back. You took your time."

"George is still there so Lucy's going in to hel-"

She cut him off by shoving a spoon of hot stew into his mouth.

"Taste."

Lockwood spluttered around the spoon, mouth working furiously to cool the scalding food while she watched him intently.

"Well?"

"It's...it's good."

"As good as George's?"

He grimaced. "I don't think I should be taking sides in this." He didn't even want to think about George finding out.

"This isn't taking sides. But also, if anyone asks, you weren't here. So...?" She fixed a desperate look on him. Lockwood sighed.

"It could use a little more salt."

"Angel." She turned around, pulling out the salt while he watched her with a flicker of amusement in his eyes. The crazy hair suited her in some odd way.

“You look like shit.”

He had meant for it to come out as teasing but at the sight of her tearstained face, it sounded terribly mean. He had found her sitting on the front steps late one evening when he was about to turn in, only a thin hoodie insulating her from the harsh cold. Her head whipped around at the sound of his voice, a hand carelessly dragged across her face. He took a seat next to her, dropping his voice.

"Everything alright?"

She swallowed, eyes trained on their shoes. Her voice was hoarse with disuse.

"One of my friends moved away a couple of years back. She's been in an accident."

"How bad of an accident?"

There was a tightness in her chest that made it difficult to go on. "The worst."

In a rare moment of weakness, she crumbled, sagging against Lockwood like she had no spine left to hold herself upright. He wrapped a warm, comforting arm around her, and the simple gesture was enough to break her down. She cried into his shirt, cried for the friend she would never see again, cried for the part of her childhood that had chipped off and floated away into some abyss. Cried while he held her.

"I can't -" she hiccuped, unable to hold back a poorly concealed sob. "I can't even remember the last thing I said to her." It felt like an awful thing to admit, something sinful and evil, something that made it impossible for her to shake the tremble from her hands. His hold on her tightened a fraction, like he was holding her shattered pieces together, and she clung to his shirt with all the despair of a shipwrecked passenger.

Maybe it was selfish, but she didn't want him to leave. And so he stayed.

“You look like shit.”

“Thanks.”

They had just returned from a job at some old, abandoned building set to be torn down in a few months. George and Lucy were handling some other case at the other end of the city, so the sounds of them shucking off their coats and gear echoed through the empty house. Between the two of them, she was always more prone to going ham on their cases. Today, it was in the form of her barrelling full tilt through a series of cobwebs to serve as a distraction. The case had ended with Lockwood hurriedly bagging the Source and her pink-faced and speckled with the grey strings.

Back at Portland Row's kitchen, there was still a lingering tinge of warmth to her cheeks. Lockwood paused by the cupboard where she was pulling out some mugs and plates, idly picking off the remaining strands still loosely clinging to her hair and shoulders. As his movements slowed, fading into something more gentle and meticulous, she glanced at him. He looked back. The cobwebs now littered the little space between them, but still he did not move away. The back of her neck prickled under his wretchedly attentive gaze. She did not know how to look away.

"Tea?" she croaked out, throat embarrassingly taut with choked-back emotion.

Whatever spell that had settled over them broke. Lockwood reeled back, almost noisily busying himself with fishing out the biscuit tin, forcing something nonchalant into his voice.

"Sure."

They spent the rest of their night operating with an invisible bubble between them, neither of them daring to get too close to the other lest a brush of the hand shattered the pallid illusion they were play-acting in. The house was far too quiet that night, filled with the unbearably soothing sounds of their cutlery, the rain and their breathing. Lockwood fiddled with his mug. She scratched at a particularly obscene message etched into the thinking cloth. He dragged a shoe along the scuffed kitchen floors. She drummed her fingers restlessly, watching the seconds tick by excruciatingly slow on the clock.

Where the hell were George and Lucy?

“You look like shit.”

“Oh, I see how it is. You’re in a hospital bed but I’m the one who looks like shit.”

She was in a gleaming, sterile hospital room, painfully twisted into some uncomfortable plastic chair after a night of fitful sleep and checking to make sure Lockwood was still alive. Lockwood had gone out for a solo case and she had been waiting up, expecting him to return any minute when the hospital called. Luckily, it was nothing fatal, but enough to keep him out of commission for a while. Enough to make her worry.

“Exactly, you look spectacularly terrible. Did you sleep at all last night?”

“I tried, but my sorry excuse of a boss got his ass kicked by some Type Two, so here I am.”

“Doesn’t your sorry excuse of a boss write your cheques?”

“Have I mentioned how fond I am of my sorry excuse of a boss?”

He quirked a smile at that, then immediately winced. She lightly tilted his bruised face just as he raised a tentative hand to the stitches on his lip, their fingers brushing against each other for a fraction of a second. He looked at her questioningly, unable to see how it was healing himself, and she thought it was extremely unfair to have eyes as disarming as his. She shoved down the stab of sympathy at the unexpectedly vulnerable sight. Hospital gowns really did a number on how strong, or lack thereof, a patient seemed.

“Poor baby. Do you need someone to kiss it better?”

“You could kiss me better.”

“You…are clearly still concussed. Where on earth is your nurse?”

She stood and busied herself by sticking her head out the door and looking for his nurse, which was most definitely not an attempt to hide the flush creeping up her neck. After a few minutes of futile searching, she returned, alarmed at how wan Lockwood was starting to seem.

“I don’t remember getting a concussion,” he murmured, closing his aching eyes.

“Of course you wouldn’t. That’s how concussions work. Idiot.” She tried to keep her tone light, but he cracked an eye open as if he had heard something in her voice. He slipped her fingers through hers casually and she felt the tension in his stiff shoulders ease.

"You should sleep," she tried gently. His thumb slowly traced hers drowsily. Still, he forced his eyes open with considerable effort. Looked at her like she was all he wanted to see for the rest of his life.

"In a minute."

It was the first of the lifetime of minutes ahead of them.

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[dhampling]

Your fics/headcanons give me the feeling of eating freshly baked cookies with warm milk while wrapped in a blanket fresh from the dryer. Just so sweet and comforting. Your post the other day about the number of kiddos he'd want got me wondering: how would astarion handle his partner being in labor? I feel like he would be freaking out so badly internally but trying so hard to keep it together for them. Does it get easier with each baby? Does he cry each time? Also, I had this image in my mind of him introducing the older girls to their new baby sister each time and just being sweet and cute with his growing family and I'm dyinngggg. Thank you again so much for all the wonderful fics sorry this message was kinda all over the place I LOVE YOU. ❤️

hello my sweet angel!!! firstly - you inspired me. I'm inspired. i wrote something based on the introducing the siblings idea. see below!

He’s not sure he’ll ever tire of it.

Feign exasperation, absolutely. Roll his eyes in jest, move things along with the smallest ‘away, away’ of his free hand at the faces pressed against the inside of the kitchen window as you both approach the house in a beleaguered stumble - snout noses and wide grins, breath fogging the glass trying to gain a glimpse. Incredulously sigh at the fact that it’s just a baby.

It looks like a baby. Sounds like a baby. Smells like a baby. The house tends to have at least one kicking about at any given time, gods; there’s absolutely nothing unfamiliar nor noteworthy about a baby dhampir in Baldur’s Gate at this point. If anything, he’d be surprised if the townsfolk weren’t banging down his door come morning with a council-endorsed petition to encourage him to stop breeding the little shits.

Frenetic. He’s still practically vibrating with adrenaline from the birth still. Shaky hands stilled under the weight of the baby basket. Legs flying.

Another girl, obviously. Another ‘A’ name conjured from the recesses of his ancient wisdom. Some variation of a label he saw in an apothecary a week ago - you’re past the point of putting too much thought into their names, a fact that becomes obvious to anyone who lends it too much of a thought.

Apothecary. He ponders the viability of that one. Apothecaria? Apothe. Antiseptic. Asbestos. Arugula.

Fuzzy as the door swings open into the night and the stew-warmth of the kitchen bleeds outside. He holds the door, the carrier containing the baby; hospital bags strapped to his back, the weight of another little thing on his conscience. A pack mule. He pulls a face.

The eldest steps from the sitting room through the parted gaggle of waiting Ancuníns and takes a look at the new addition.

A brief moment passes.

Then she smiles as anticipated, nodding her approval - a time-honoured tradition in your household ever since the second was unleashed unto her sister - before falling to the back of the crowd, pulling out a chair for an exhausted you; and resigning from her primary carer duties for the evening.

It’s bittersweet. At this point, Astarion can never be sure if this time, the whole bustling through the doorway in the middle of the night with a newborn thing; will be the last.

But as each previous youngling steps in line to greet the newest addition to their chaotic sisterhood, he finds himself looking over to you fondly. The way your hand still rests atop the round of your belly, the other supporting your head as your elbow rests firm on the table. Cheeks aflush, lids drooping closed with each breath; and yet you sit there instead of retiring straight to bed to watch them.

Their eager faces, hushed whispers; fingers poking and prodding the small exhausted thing presented to them once more. Rolling her name around their mouths to get used to the sound. You watch each movement with a warm heart and dopey grin.

Obviously you want this again. He wants this again. This moment of soft whispers and unfettered love amongst siblings.

No, he resolves;-

this won’t be the end.

-

i LOVED THAT SO MUCH. THANK YOU.

with regard to the labour:

astarion cries with the first two babies.

after that, he realises it's probably more important to be supportive to his partner at this moment in time.

he can compartmentalise any emotions he's having with the logic that they can wait, honestly.

none of his worst fears are going to materialise, he knows this now. he's done it before.

with the later babies he's a pro.

he even has the nerve to sit there and exclaim at points that he's bored, and that you need to hurry home as he has a client coming to the shop later.

despite both knowing it's a jest, this always earns him a pillow to the face.

THANK YOU NONNIE!!! I LOVE YOU!

[joelslegalwhre]

My Riduur

word count // 1.6k

pairing // Din Djarin x fem!reader

word count // 1.6k

summary // Mando didn't like it at all that some boy thought he could get close to his wife. He couldn't show with actions that you were his, the helmet prevented that, but he had his own way to show it.

warnings // jealous Din (let‘s still call him Din okay, thanks), pda, established relationship, lovesick puppy energy, protective!din, allusions to smut, Din and reader speaking Mando’a, me having absolutely no clue about Mando‘a grammar, taking the helmet off if you’re married is okay here, okay? Thanks (did I miss something?)

a/n // I put translation for the Mando‘a words at the end, so you don‘t get confused but I also have the link to the dictionary right here

Took me long enough to write this 😮‍💨 Thank god my exam is over (and I stressed for nothing, it was actually really easy), so here you go with my first ever din fic, I hope you like it x

Masterlist// Mando‘a dictionary I used // my kofi 🩷

It felt strange to be sitting here, in a bar on Mos Eisley, surrounded by all kinds of people, droids, and even a few bounty hunters.

It wasn't the feeling of sitting in a cantina that was weird. No, it was more the feeling of not having to accept a job. You were not here to look for one. In the last months you had almost had no break, and now you could finally lean back a little. The thought, of picking out a nice place with Mando for the three of you for the next few days, pleased you.

But before you did that, you just had to have the ship repaired a bit, after it had taken quite some damage.

Mando was still at Peli Motto's place, busy showing her the ship and checking the price for the repair. You had been looking around the bar ever since he left, hoping he'd be back soon. The jobs of the last weeks had been unique, the wages you had collected for them were easily enough to sit back and relax for a few days, even after getting the razor crest repaired.

You were sitting at a free spot at the bar of the cantina and watched the people and other beings talking to each other. Some argued, some laughed with each other.

You wondered how long it would take for Mando to-

"Hey there, gorgeous." someone sat down next to you, interrupting your thoughts.

You looked at the stranger for a moment, eyeing him. He had to be your age, a few strands of his dark hair fell into his face, and his eyes were not only gleaming with a deep blue, but with an extreme amount of confidence. "I didn't expect to see an angel today." he smirked in a way that almost made you laugh. He didn't lack any confidence, that was for sure.

You drew your brows together, and tilted your head slightly as you looked at him.

"Say, does that work on any woman?"

At his next sentence, you were sure he definitely had a drink too much or just a little too much self-confidence to flirt so shamelessly.

"You're not any woman." he winked.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded with an amused smile. "Oh, is that so?" you chuckled lightly.

"You're here with someone?" he asked, leaning closer. You immediately brought some more space between the two of you again, "I am, actually."

"Well, then where are they?" he asked with a grin that told you he didn't believe you. "Right here." you could hear Mando's deep, modulated voice. Your heart made a little jump when you turned your head and saw him walking straight towards you.

If looks could kill, this wannabe bounty hunter would be six feet underground by now. Mando's jaw had clenched when he saw the stranger talk to you. His jealousy stewing at the mere thought of another man looking at you this way. He’d been ready to stomp up to him and place a good, hard punch right at this fool's flirtatious face.

"Me'bana?" Mando asked, looking at you. His hand naturally found its place on your waist.

"Nothing," you leaned a little closer to him, "Kaysh mirsh solus."

Mando's light, breathy laugh made you almost turn into a puddle. 'He's an idiot.' you'd told him in Mando's native tongue, so the stranger in front of you wouldn't understand.

You had learned it when you started to accompany Mando. He was confused at first, to say at least, as to why you'd wanted to actually learn the language. But you wanted to get to know Mando, that included his native tongue. And besides, it was fun, sitting in the razor crest next to him, Grogu on your lap, learning to speak and read the extraordinary language of your Mandalorian.

"Hey, just so you know," said one started again, "Unalike that tin can there, I can show my face whenever, my lips too." he smirked. His obvious confusion about the two of you speaking in a language he'd never heard but knew must've been Mando'a.

You politely declined his request, slowly getting annoyed. "Thank you very much, but I actually really like the tin can right here."

Mando wanted to kiss you so bad, show you off as his, but he couldn't. That's just how it was, he couldn't take off his helmet. He was proud of his religion, it was part of him. You'd probably wouldn't even let him take it off, even if he tried. That was one of the many reasons he loved you so deeply. You respected his religion, tried to understand and learn about it.

And he could always take it off when the two of you were back in the privacy of the razor crest. He loved the curious look on your face every time he did, as if it was the first time you've seen his face.

But the truth was, that you were enamored with his features, the patchy beard paired with the mustache, his brown eyes and the brown curls… You could just never get enough of him.

Even before you two were married, you always loved to play with the ends of his fluffy hair, whenever it was getting longer once again. It was never much, but enough.

He had other ways to make sure everyone, especially the fool in front of you, knew you belonged to him.

"We need to look for our child." he was well aware that people believed he meant a human child when he referred to Grogu as "child" or "kid".

The look on the boy's face made a smug smile appear on Din's face, carefully hidden by the beskar helmet. He was so satisfied with himself, you could practically feel it spill over, and you didn't even need to see his face for it. You just chuckled quietly.

"Next time," Mando said, "watch who you talk to. My wife is off limits, understand?" his voice cold, almost threatening.

The eyes of the stranger widened, hearing the title.

You took Mando's gloved hand from where it was still firmly placed on your waist, and intertwined your fingers with his.

"C'mon, let's go," you smiled up at your riduur. You turned back around to address the guy, trying to sound nice, "It was nice meeting you."

With that, you left him sitting there, Mando‘s grip on your hand tightening in a protective manner, as you left the cantina.

When you were back at the ship, you could see Grogu fast asleep in his pod, "He's the most adorable thing I've ever seen." you say to Mando, looking at the little being with a look of pure love. Mando‘s heart warmed at the sight of you and Grogu. His little odd family.

"Even more than you getting all jealous of that guy back in the cantina." you grinned at him teasingly.

Mando stepped closer to you, his hands on your hips once again. You slung your arms around his neck.

"I wasn‘t-" but he interrupted himself, he was jealous, so much so that he would've loved to take his blaster out of the holster, even if it was just for show. "I was protecting my aliit." Family. You could barely get your fastening heartbeat under control, no matter how many times he'd say it. "I'm all yours, Din."

"Good." he said, and lowered his head. You could feel the cold beskar of his helmet touch your forehead. A Mandalorian kiss. You loved when he showed you his love that way. You closed your eyes, just soaking up the moment. You couldn‘t see it, but Mando had also closed his eyes, his hands still on your waist, he tried to memorize every little detail about this, about you.

After some time, spent taking the other in, after savoring the intimacy, you could hear a content sigh voice through his modulator.

"I'll look after you, always." His hand wandered to your cheek and cupped it gently. “And trust me,” he huffed, "I won't let anyone flirt with my wife like that, cyar'ika." 

You grinned up at him. You couldn't wait to be all alone with him, leaving Grogu in the cockpit to sleep, and kiss him. Oh, how badly you just wanted to give his lips a little peck. You settled for wrapping your arms tightly around his armored middle, pressing yourself against his chest. 

Mando's arms around your shoulders, he leaned his helmet against your hair. Even if all you could feel was his armor, it was still him. Your Mandalorian. Your husband. "I love you, mesh'la." the modulator had barely picked it up. He'd whispered it into your hair, like he couldn't believe that you were his. That he had the privilege to be the one to hold you… to love you. And to be loved by you. 

"You know," you started smiling at him innocently, „since the baby's asleep, I thought you could show me how much. I mean, just so I know-"

"Haav." he interrupted you, his voice low, "Now." This was no plead, no, a demand. You chuckled and started walking to the makeshift bed you shared with him.

Behind you, you could hear him taking off his helmet, and you could barely hold in your excitement to finally see his face again. You had really missed it, although you've just seen him this morning before getting up. His armor followed next, a second later you could feel his arms wrap themselves around you. "Too many clothes." he whispered into your ear, his voice clear without the modulator. It gave you goosebumps all over your body, "Take them off then.".

Mando‘a translations:

ner = my, mine

riduur = partner, spouse, husband, wife

Me‘bana? = What‘s happening? What happened?

Kaysh mirsh solus = He‘s an idiot (lit. His brain cell is lonely)

cyar‘ika = darling, sweetheart

mesh‘la = beautiful

aliit = clan name, identity, family

haav = bed

🩶taglist: @alexxavicry @kittenlittle24 @hereforfics124 @Snow30285 @cl16version

[thetriumphantpanda]

congrats on 1k, angel!!! 💙 so soo proud of you!

whew okay, so the way i debated between wayyy too many things for your celebration because options 😵‍💫 but we're goin with mirror sex and breath play, ily ty

Bea, I love you. Thank you so much for your kind words - I'm grateful to call you a friend! And thank you so much for your request - mirror sex and breath play with Joel Miller coming right up. I hope you love it - it's a little different to what I'd normally go for, so I'm nervous to share it, but here we go!

Pairing | Joel Miller x Female Reader

Word Count | 2k

Warnings | Explicit. 18+, Minors DNI. So, obviously we have breath play and mirror sex, there's some dirty talk, soft!Joel, some body insecurity from reader too.

Part of my 1k Smut Sensation Celebration - if you want in, check here for details - I’m accepting requests through July 15th.

You sigh as you take in your appearance in the bedroom mirror. There was no shying away from the fact that these past months in Jackson had changed your body. No longer scrounging for twenty-year-old cans of food or going days without eating just to make sure Ellie had enough. Here there was an abundance of everything. The warm stews from the mess hall, the fresh produce you cooked in your home, the barbecue food that would sometimes appear at The Tipsy Bison, it was all having an effect. 

You’d tried to ignore the pinching of your waistband all day, had even popped the button at lunchtime and not bothered to do it back up until you have to walk back home, but as you lifted the hem of your shirt, Joel’s shirt, you could see the red lines the material had made on your skin. Doubt started to fill your mind. He’d stuck around through thick and thin with you, been there on your darkest days, and you on his, had seen your body go through far more than gaining a little weight, and still never left, but this place was different. 

You couldn’t help but think about all the women here, captivated by the broad, mysterious new man who kept to himself. You heard them whispering in the bar about everything they’d like to do to him if only he’d give them a chance. Whether they noticed you listening in or not, it didn’t matter, you knew if Joel ever tired of you, he’d have the pick of the bunch. 

You can feel the tears building behind your eyes, willing yourself to swallow them down before you lose control, when you feel that familiar, strong pair of arms encircle your waist. Automatically you mold into his frame, letting him nuzzle into the crook of your neck, he’s an observant man though, he knows something is wrong. 

“What’s wrong, sugar?” You’ll never tire of that Southern drawl in your ear. 

“It’s stupid.” You mumble, trying to turn in his arms, he’s keeping you exactly where you are though. 

“Ain’t stupid if you’re upset,” He presses the softest of kisses to your cheek, “Tell me.” 

“Jeans don’t fit.” You murmur, hoping that he won’t force you to repeat it, forgetting that he is actually pretty deaf these days. 

“Huh?” Yep. Deaf as a doornail. 

“I said,” You clear your throat, tears threatening to spill again, “My jeans don’t fit anymore.” 

You can feel his breath exhaling deeply through his nostrils once he hears you, his arms bringing you closer, fitting tighter around your middle. 

“That ain’t a bad thing, baby,” He muses, kissing the soft skin behind your ear, “Mean’s you’re alive, mean’s we’re livin’, properly now.” 

“I know,” You whine, wriggling your body to try and get him to change the subject, “I just….” 

“Just what?” He’s kissing down your neck now, “You gotta tell me what’s wrong, baby, else I can’t help.” 

“Worried,” You sigh, mainly from frustration, but also from the sensation of his hot mouth on your skin, “Worried you won’t like me anymore.” 

He movement of his mouth stops dead, pulling away from you, but keeping his arm tight around your middle, “Did I just hear you right, baby?” He asks, “Worried I won’t like you anymore?” 

You nod silently, meeting his eyes in the mirror. He’s watching you intently in the reflection, taking one of his big palms from your middle to take your chin in his grip, “Look at yourself,” He commands, “You don’t see what I see?” 

“I guess not?” You shrug, not being able to shake your head through his grip on your chin. 

“Sugar,” He breathes, “I could never not want this face,” He’s let go of your chin and is instead trailing his fingers lightly over your cheeks, “The way your cheeks have gone plump, and that little dimple you get here,” He presses his finger right where he’s talking about, “Whenever you smile, you drive me crazy baby.” 

Then he’s letting his other arm drop from your middle, placing a hand on either of your shoulders, teasing his fingers lightly down the skin of your arms until your flesh is erupting in goosebumps, even through the material of his flannel that you’re wearing. Once he’s trailed his hands back up to your shoulders, he’s unbuttoning the shirt, slowly but surely, and then dragging it off your frame, leaving you in just your bra and jeans. 

This is the sight you hate. The way your tummy spills over the top of the waistband, the way the bra is definitely too small to comfortably do up in the back, causing little rolls of skin to spear, bunching around the material. 

“Stop thinkin’ and listen to me,” He murmurs, back at your ear now, hands reaching around you to cup your breasts through your bra, “Always loved these,” His hot mouth is back to pressing kisses on the skin behind your ear, “Ain’t ever gonna complain about them getting bigger.” He’s firm in his squeeze which has you tipping your head back, pushing your chest further into his palms, but he’s already moving on. 

His fingertips are gently running down your sides and over the curve of your waist, your body jolting when his touch borders on tickling, until he’s reaching around and undoing the button of your jeans and pulling the zipper down. There’s an instant relief, but you can see those damn red marks again. 

“You see this?” He’s looking at you in the mirror again, urging your eyes to look at his hands where they are on your hips, “My favourite place to rest my hands, when I’m grabbin’ you in the kitchen to move you outta the way, or helpin’ you bounce on my cock.” 

The utter filth mixed with the sweet sentiment have arousal pooling between your legs, you can already feel the need to rub your thighs together for a second of relief. You always wonders how he does this – takes the things you think are your biggest flaws and makes them seem so insignificant, but in the best way possible. 

His hands skin the waistband of your jeans, hands slipping beneath the denim to grip the globes of your ass, “Do I need to say anythin’ about this, baby?” He asks, “Think you know exactly what I think about this peach.” 

He’s right. You know it’s always been one of his favourite parts of you. The way his eyes would trail over you when you bent over when you were out on the road. The way he pulled at your hips to pull you closer into his body whenever he slept behind you. The way he would bring a hard palm down on the skin when he was fucking into you from behind or give it a playful swat whenever he walked past. The way he would grip onto it, much like he was now, when he would kiss you. He needn’t elaborate this time. 

He shucks your jeans and underwear down to your ankles, guiding you to step out of them, before he makes quick work of unclipping your bra. You’re fully naked now, a sight you don’t think you’ve seen from yourself in many years. You want to shy away from it, want to pick apart the scars across your body, the added weight to your thighs and stomach. But when Joel is stood behind you, looking into your eyes in the mirror like he just won the lottery, it all inconsequential. None of it matters anymore. Because he was right. This means you’re alive, and you’re happy. You’ve got the man you always wanted to worship the ground you walk on. So what if you needed to go to the outfitters tomorrow for a new pair of jeans?

You meet Joel’s eyes in the reflection, noticing how your own eyes darken with lust at the same time his do, “You’re wearing far too many clothes, Joel Miller.” You whisper, voice low and husky. 

You place a palm on the glass, leaning yourself forward. Your ass presses only momentarily into his crotch, before he’s pulling away and practically ripping his own clothes off. He’s naked and behind you in what feels like seconds. His calloused fingers are reaching around and slipping through your folds, dipping down to your entrance, where he finds you slick. 

“Mama…..” He breathes, the term of endearment making you blush, “So wet and ready for me.” 

“Always Joel.” You breathe as he brings those soaked fingers up to play with your clit.

You push yourself back into him, chasing his thick cock. You’re aching for him, always are. 

“Look at yourself,” He’s saying, “Watch yourself when I give you my cock.” 

You do exactly as he says, eyes on your own in the reflection as you feel him line himself up with your slick sex. 

“I’ll spend the rest of my life tellin’ you just how beautiful I think you are, sugar,” He says, hand resting at your throat as he slides his cock into your aching cunt, “Gonna love you regardless of how many new pairs of jeans you might need, you hear me?”

You don’t answer straight away, overwhelmed as always by the way he’s stretching you open as he works himself into your pussy to the hilt. You’d never watched yourself like this and it’s almost like you’re having an out of body experience. You know the girl in front of you, with her mouth hanging open and her eyes glazed over is you and you know the man grunting behind you with his cock finally sheathed in your cunt is Joel, but it doesn’t seem real somehow. 

“Gotta answer me baby,” He speaks as he draws his cock from you almost all the way, “Only gonna give it to you if you answer.” 

“Yes Joel…” You whine, and you’re rewarded with his cock slamming back into you. 

He sets that pace, one hand pressed firmly at your pussy, working at your clit, the other at the base of your throat where he squeezes every now and then. You’ve seen Joel in a thousand circumstances where he’s had his hand around someone’s throat before. None of them have ever ended well for the other party. He could snap you in half like a twig if he wanted, but the way he rests his hand, squeezing just enough to cut your air for seconds before he releases, does nothing but thrill you. It sends shocks down your spine, straight to your pussy. You can feel how wet you are, you can hear it as he stuffs you with his length. 

You can see him in the mirror, and the visual is obscene. His teeth sucking his bottom lip into his mouth, the way his eyes are focused on the place where you’re joined together. You’re reveling in watching his fingers work your clit and you can feel that telltale coil in your belly start to unravel.  

“Joel – fuck – don’t stop, I’m gonna….” 

“Watch yourself,” He demands again, squeezing the hand at your throat, tilting your chin ever-so-slightly so you’re watching, his fingers rub a few more times over your clit before you’re letting go, “See how fucking pretty you look when I make you come, baby?” 

There are no words at this point. Your legs are threatening to fail you, all you can feel is the way he’s hitting that sweet spot inside of you, repeatedly. All you can hear is his skin slapping against yours, your moans and groans combining. Then, just like he always does in this position, he’s pulling himself from your clenching walls and fisting his own cock. You hear him first, the low growl you’ve come to know and love, then you feel it, the warm ropes of cum spilling over the cheeks of your ass and dripping down your thighs. 

You’re both quiet for a moment, respectively trying to catch your breath, before he’s wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you backwards to the bed. He throws you down on the sheets, a surprise yelp leaving your mouth. 

“Joel, the sheets!” You exclaim, “We just changed them, now they’re going to be covered.” 

“Don’t care,” He grumbles, dropping to his knees in front of you, dragging you forward by an ankle, “Wanna eat this perfect pussy, make you forget everything, so all you’ll know is my name and what this mouth feels like.”  

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Don't Leave Me! | Yandere Yuri Briar

“Oh, Yuri! I’m so happy you could come!”

Yuri blushed as he returned the hug from his sister; excited to finally see her. Unconsciously he let his eyes look past his sister’s neck, closing when he saw the familiar faces of Loid and Anya. What was this feeling? Disappointment? Disappointment from what? Yuri Briar shook his head, following after his sister who happily led him inside. Every now and then he let his eyes wander, searching fruitlessly for something unknown. He stopped when Yor cutely tilted her head out of curiosity. Yuri blushes walking deeper into his sister’s home. 

“Unkie!” He dodged the child intent on securing his seat next to Yor at the dinner table. 

“I’m glad you can spend this evening with us, Yuri.” Loid spoke with that annoying smile of his spread across his face. Resisting the urge to gag, Yuri turned away crimson eyes landing on the door. Hearing the angelic giggling of his sister right near his ear.

“Oh Yuri, are you looking for someone?”

“WhAt!? Pftt No! Why WOulD I?!” 

The secret policeman spoke louder than he meant to; he began blushing even harder as he realized everyone was looking at him. He shrunk in on himself allowing Loid and Yor to begin passing around the dishes that smelled delicious. Some of these included Yor’s stew which Yuri happily dug into first. Of course, (Y/n) wouldn’t be here…they were a nanny…

The sound of knocking filled the apartment home making Yuri perk up. With a teasing smile, Yor rose from her chair and headed for the door.

“Well, I wonder who that could be?”

The door opened and in rays of shining light revealed the most wanted person of the night. 

“Guess who’s here!?”

“(YYY/nn)!!”

“Borf!” 

Anya and Bond ambushed your knees and waist as they dragged you into the Forger. Shutting the door behind you Yor also gave you a hug from behind further making you stagger your way into the home. They didn’t let up until Loid gave a firm look as he came to take the dish you brought from you. Reluctantly they released their hold on you as they made their way to the dinner table where Yuri was still gawking at your entrance. You sent a thankful look to Loid before following Anya to the place setting she had set for you, right next to Yuri. 

“Well hello again, stranger? How’ve you been?”

“S-stranger? I-I was sure your memory would be better.” An offended bubble appeared in his chest as he crossed his arms. Only for you to tilt your head, immediately confusing him. 

“It’s just an expression, man.”

“O-oh…” 

He blushed in embarrassment deciding to pick at his food as he mulled over his incompetence. Was he so out of it that he embarrassed himself over a simple question? You were so close he could smell your natural scent! And you could see his face, his blush at this distance! Before he could let himself fall into a silent mania he was broken out by the softness against his clenching fist. The hand that rested on his led to (Y/n), whose eyes were soft and smile light andshiningbright as you whispered to him.

“Hey, it's okay don’t worry about it.”

That was all you said before you retracted your hand to assist in your pursuit to eat, turning towards Anya who was animatedly talking to you about her latest mission. A haze of red fell over his cheeks and Yuri let his mind wander. Throughout the dinner, he could only nod as Yor tapped him for his attention. Instead opting to lightly pick at his food and watch as you laughed with the whole family.

____________________________________________________________

“Alright well, I should get going.” You spoke while stretching out, having your fill of Loid’s delicious desserts and enough wine for the night.

Immediately the room was filled with ‘awws’ and whining from the Forger family; who were either intoxicated or tiredly clinging onto you as the night deepened. Both Yor and Anya held tight, forcing you to sink back into the couch to save the integrity of your shirt. You looked to Loid who chuckled at the two before turning to Yuri who was drunkenly letting his lips wobble at the sign of you leaving. 

“D-don’t leave.”

The words were quiet but the unshed tears bubbling in his blood-red eyes had both you and Loid sighing in unison. 

“I guess after we put them to bed… maybe then I can–”

“Yes. Thank you, (Y/n).” 

With great difficulty, you carried Anya off to bed while Loid occupied Yor who enthusiastically began raving about something to him. Finally returning from Anya’s room you only heard an inkling of a promise being made to Yor that had her heading straight to bed. Not before placing a red lip staining kiss on your cheek and ditzely waving off to bed. Returning to the living room you found Loid worriedly looking at Yuri who stayed planted in his seat. 

“What’s wrong with him?” You directed it towards Loid but the drunk spoke on his own.

“-home with…me”

“What?”

“T-take me home. I-it’s its THE LEAST YOU COUDLD DO…after all you’ve done!” 

You deadpanned at the misleading accusation before breaking out into laughter. You had half a mind to record but Loid’s icy stare had you coughing instead. 

“I-I guess I’ll take him home then. Wouldn’t want him waking up Yor or Anya.”

Loid hesitated for a bit before dashingly running his hands through his hair as he sighed. 

“Yes, that would be for the best. Though I wouldn’t want you running around when its so dark out. I’d prefer it if you stayed with us…”

“But you hardly have enough room with the both of us staying here,” You easily grabbed the Briar’s hand. “So I’ll take him now. See you later, Loid!” 

Pulling the complacent male along you waved to the blond before heading out the door. For the next hour you wrestled with a drunk Yuri who was insistent on pinching your ears and cheeks while you tried to locate his wallet. Even as he allowed you tug him along he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Light pulls at your jacket, your waist band, the collar of your shirt, it was an ongoing struggle with him; you were just grateful no one was out at this hour. 

“Ah! Here.We. Are!” 

With great effort you shoved Yuri into his bed, silently priding yourself on successfully delivering the man. Turning to leave you halted when you heard frantic noises muffled by the mattress he was faced down in. You turned back to him bending in his direction to hear better only for a hand to reach out and you pull you onto the bed. 

“Stay.” 

The command wasn’t unfamiliar. He had been uttering similar phrases all through out the journey home so you thought nothing of it. That is until you couldn’t wrench yourself from the grip he had around your body. 

“Heheh this must be the power of a Briar, huh?” Sarcastically uttering into the empty space of his apartment. You experienced it before and had ended in many a situation like this but Loid would usually come to the rescue. But alas he was not here and you were beginning to feel the drowsiness that came with a hearty feast. 

“Fine…I’ll stay…just for c’ple h’rs thats it.”

Smiling in his sleep Yuri nuzzled further into your neck, sleeping soundly with the constant aroma of your scent. That would be the first night of many for what, Yuri considered, to be the perfect sleep.

Optional First

[jazeswhbhaven]

An Unsightly Guy | React | Spoilers

It's Day 7 and 8 lovelies!!! And boy do we have some great content ahead especially in day 8 lol

It seems though the momentum on this event has slowed down and I think it's mostly due to the fact that it's so drawn out and so far there's nothing really "exciting" happening.

But that seems to be the case with these events like the hype is high the first two to three days and after it's like s p l o o t.

I think if this was a Amy only event and the card had an adore mode people would be more excited about it.

But that's just my ramblings forgive me.

So we're back with Sitri being on his BS when seeing Amy at any given moment lol But before this they were just staring at each other quietly again like my favorite gif that ya'll often see.

but if i'm being honestly Sitri and I have the same brain cell here because I can't stand other's hot ass breath on me even if it doesn't smell bad because why??? are??? you this damn close???

So Amy ofc tells Sitri that he's breathing like that because he's hurt. Fair but this man don't give a shit lol

He goes over to him to access the damage I assume because it turns out even though the forest is torn up there's more angel bodies dead than devil bodies. They remained victorious.

I love how Amy's subordinates are always worried about him and it shows solidarity for their leader. But yeah Sitri also has this thing about him where he shows care for everyone else except the person he dislikes this being Amy.

That's from him being up in Hades. I swear to ya'll it is. That snooty ass attitude rubbed off so badly Sitri can't help but reflect that back into the universe

STOP

the height difference, how the sprites are close to each other, Amy being a foul mouth demon that he is...I really can't get away from my cxc ship bullshit ever when they do things like this lol

I do however like that Amy is a punk. Just mouthing off and cursing any time he can.

that's why Astra likes to provoke him too

But Sitri just simply tells him to stop bitching because the pain is proof that he's alive. So Amy takes this opportunity to one up on this moment because of what happened a few days ago

first of all, Amy is adorable. I just wanna tap his booba and tell him he's doing great.

Sitri gets pissed off though because it's the exact same thing he told him when he arrived a few days back when he had to save that devil boy from his commando unit. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had this one coming. An eye for an eye basically and Amy came and showed out.

So a couple things about this.

Remember what they said about him here, not usually being foul-mouthed and foul-tempered for a bit. You'll see where I'm getting at later.

Second. This is the pronoun thing I was referring to, which now has me thinking that maybe Sitri didn't mean "her" on day 6 and that was possibly just a mistake on the translating/writing part.

Though I am still wondering what incident caused him to be very angry back then where he had to smack himself back to reality to keep from focusing on it.

And while this little interaction is going on, the devils around them are gossiping about how Sitri and Amy always found time to fight each other even in situations like this.

But I think they forgot the part where Sitri can fucking hear them lmaooo because he was quietly stewing in annoyance by the entire thing, so much he had to think about when he and Amy first met.

So this was centuries ago, and it's wild because I'm like wait it's been that long for them holy shit my life is fleeting because to me a decade blinking by is so long.

A bit of lore about Satan btw, this was a time where he barely had an army, so it must have been he first came into power as a king. (we really need that backstory honestly) And went around scouting for willing participants even neighboring countries.

They also bring up that devils who saw him traveling around decided to join because they loved his energy.

When I think about this it's wild that Satan had to foot for his own army. This leads me to believe Gehenna was low due to the amount of deaths, or perhaps something happened with the previous king that caused this.

Either way, the babes did his thing and now he's got more than enough helping him during the battles. Picturing him recruiting folks though is cute because I imagine he's a great motivational speaker or just "hey join me btw" and it just works.

So the instructors didn't even notice Sitri because well in their defense they hadn't seen him yet. So of course they see this pretty, "slender" looking devil show up with his hair all nice and pushed back and is just like "aye so???"

He introduces himself and then that's when everyone starts acting accordingly and seeing him as a superior. But I mean that's why he was nice about it anyway because to him, they should be wary of someone they hadn't seen before and Gehenna needs that type of energy.

So now that we're in day 8 there's a few things I wanted to point out. One of them being the breadcrumb here that Hades had a fully formed solid military. That means...Leviathan is either the same age as Satan or a bit older, or he is younger than him but he's just better efficient with managing devils with his strict ass.

Sitri though see's Satan's army as an advantage. Because the Gehenna devils are flexible and free but also disciplined. That leads me to believe that it's only really fear and power that Leviathan uses to make sure that everyone in his military doesn't fuck things over. It makes sense, given Levi doesn't really have a carefree personality. There's too much trauma in there for him to break down that wall.

So while Sitri was daydreaming about his plans for leading Satan's army...someone...i think we know who fucking spits in his direction...

Now the reason he's pulling this face again is because he stepped into the spit. And I'm sitting here like ?????? I get it.

Again, like imagine just minding your business and someone just hacks a fucking loogie on the ground and you step in it. With your good shoes at that.

I'd be so disgusted like??? IRL bodily functions even my own gross me out easily so I apologize if anyone ever feels offended by me having strong opinion's about things we can't help. It's just me ya'll I live in pain constantly due to this.

Yup, it was Amy ya'll lmao big surprise.

So the reason Amy wasn't reading the room here, is because he felt like he didn't need to due to his status as a solider and being recently done with training. He was really good at what he does, so he felt anything else was not worth paying attention to.

Including spitting in the direction of your superior.

Now remember when I told ya'll to keep in mind that they said Amy wasn't usually foul mouth or foul tempered?

Then what the hell is this? Lmao

I get it, people change and well devils ain't got nothin' but time so perhaps Amy did mellow out with age and he was much younger here so that "I don't need to listen or do jack shit that ain't got to do with Satan" was very heavy. So ofcourse he'd pick a fight with everyone else.

But them expect Sitri to deal with it because he was nice to everyone?

Nah. He about that life.

He pretty much said "fuck you" without actually saying it and spat ON Amy. Mind you, Amy didn't even spit on him directly just in his walking path.

Yeah...?

That goddamn fucking smirk I'm going to lovingly kick his ass because Levi PLS

You're telling me he literally took this man, molded him into a Levi clone and sent him back out like that in Gehenna? I feel this is deliberate lmao "You sent me someone and gave me work to do so here you go here's your present <3"

Imagine all of the ass kicking Satan had to do in order to fix that attitude? Phew...I bet he was like "Again?"

now ya'll know why Cain is always on that everyone is stupid to me energy because look who he takes after?

I just find it hilarious that Sitri took that personally, because Levi would take that personally. If fact Levi wouldn't even spit on Amy back he'd just fucking hang him for being disgusting LOL

i couldn't resist.

So with Amy it was on sight, because trust, if someone spat on my face I'd be swinging too because clearly you want to disrespect me

Like ya'll think about it?

All he did was just spit on the ground and Sitri wasn't paying attention and stepped in it. He didn't spit directly on him.

small story time but it reminds me of a story i was told that i ripped up a boy's classwork in kindergarten because he tore my page on the corner as a "joke". i legit took his page and ripped it up. apparently i was on demon mode lmao

But now we're really starting to see the meat and potatoes of their dynamic. Sitri actually started it and ran with it. He saw the spit as disrespect and intentional when Amy sees it as "this dude fucking spit on me now we have beef"

So they're having this little interaction of Amy trying to punch Sitri, and because Sitri's ability to hear his heart and his muscles swell before he makes the movement he can dodge him without problem. But Amy is robust and not clumsy so he doesn't do the comical falling forward thing most of us see in cartoons.

Sitri is annoyed though because he sees the potential in Amy and his talent, he simply just doesn't like that attitude and sees it as a problem.

This is definitely Levi vibes.

So the next time Amy goes for him, he actually trips him so he falls. And it ends there.

Mannnnnnnnn this is a whole trip and a half. Like imagine if Sitri would have just simply ignored the spit and just dismissed Amy's bad attitude? I wonder if that would of even helped or if Amy would have done something to annoy Sitri later that would start the same beef regardless.

Imagine.

Centuries old beef because someone stepped in spit.

[vivixx-wewoox0]

`~"Running Up That Hill"

Boothill x male!reader

Notes - Oh yes, after all, I started writing. I apologize that I’m only starting to get into work now. There are big problems in my family right now, and today I was listening to music. And then I came across Kate Bush with her song “Running Up That Hill.” It came flooding in a wave came over me, and thanks to her, I decided to write this fic. It is dedicated to Boothill , because his story makes me cry to this day😭

TW -

HUGE spoilers for Boothill's story, angst, Boothill's daughter is referred to as "Bella" , the reader knew Boothill even before the destruction of his home, the reader survived that tragedy, but lost his legs, mention of bombs and other explosives, mutual hatred of Boothill and the reader for the IPC,The fic was written with the help of a translator (I would be grateful for pointing out errors)

The sun was shining gently through the windows, filling everything with a gentle glow. The grass outside was covered with a light dew after the night, but the sun's rays made it dry and clean. The trees were quietly moving from the wind, but it was pleasant. Every morning on Argan-Apache was beautiful and calm. Although not much time had passed since your awakening, you could already hear other people walking outside the window, talking about their plans, and about what they could cook for breakfast.

Deciding not to waste time either, you also got up - making your bed and putting on your usual clothes and hat, you thought about what you should do today. The first thing you thought about was breakfast after a long night. Following to the kitchen, you prepared a fresh salad and stewed meat ragout. After the meal, the man hurriedly washed the dishes and wiped them, hurrying to visit his childhood friend - the cowboy Boothill. Many things connected these two, starting with jokes and gatherings in the bar, and ending with horse riding and shootouts with bandits.Besides, Boothill recently had a sweet daughter - she was small, but already tried to play the guitar. And her blue eyes, so piercing, as if the angels themselves were looking through them. Because of them, she was given the name Bella, in honor of her sweetness and beauty.

After getting ready and leaving the house, I headed to my friend's house. As I walked, I met many people I knew - nice old people I knew when I was a kid, kids who still have their whole lives to live, and regular people my age who I often sit with at the bar or work with. It wasn't long before I arrived at Boothill's door - as I entered the building, I was greeted by a picture - Bella was sleeping quietly on her bed, and Boothill was quietly carving something. Looking closer, I realized he was making a small version of his guitar for Bella.Quietly approaching so as not to ruin such an idyll, I lightly patted the white-haired man on the shoulder. He immediately reacted by turning his head towards me with a sharp look, but seeing who was in front of him, he immediately softened.

-"Hello Name" - He said quietly so as not to wake his daughter

- "Bella is sleeping. You should be quieter, I don't want her to wake up." He said this looking away at his beloved daughter. After Bella appeared in his life, he became much softer and kinder. Not at all that impudent and rude cowboy. Rather, a kind and gentle father. At least while Bella is not next to him.

-I nodded quietly with an understanding smile and sat down next to him

-"I decided to visit you and your daughter. How are you? What are you doing today?" I said in a whisper, taking off my hat.

- "Everything is great. I decided to make her a small gift - she shows such interest in my guitar, it's incredible! However, it is too big for her. So I decided to make her the same guitar, but smaller, so that it would be easier for her to learn to play it," Boothill said with a gentle smile on his face, continuing to plane the wood.

After a minute of comfortable silence, I quietly said,

-"You're a good father, Boothill. I'm proud of you." These words were followed by an approving nudge and a quiet laugh from the man next to me.

...

And it would seem. Life was so wonderful. You live in a place where everyone knows and loves you, you wake up with joy, you work, ride horses with your comrades, spend time with your family. Everything was perfect. Exactly until the day when the IPC dropped their missiles and bombs on our hunger. I saw wounded people crawling, I saw children dying, I saw everyone trying to run or defend themselves. And I couldn’t help them. I was lying there, somewhere on the ground, feeling nothing but pain and hatred. I looked at the blood-red sky, and it was looking at me too. I heard the screams of innocent people, and they heard my screams too. My legs… I think it’s impossible to save them. I didn’t feel them, but I saw with my own eyes what happened to them. To be honest, I already… didn't feel anything at all. The air was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder. Then another explosion, people scream even louder, and I scream with them too, my ears are blocked, I can’t understand why - from explosion, or from my screams.A tear quietly rolled down my cheek when I saw a tiny piece of Bella's dress in the ruins of the house. Bella's bloody dress. I didn't want to believe it, but the facts were there - she was betrayed by her own home walls, forcing her to die there quietly. I cried because of my helplessness. If only my legs weren't there.

I don't know how much time passed. But then, among the mass of screams, one single scream stood out - the scream of Boothill, who had returned from a trip. With my last strength, I turned my head in his direction, looking at him - he was standing on a hill, his figure standing out well against the bloody sky.

- "Oh Boothill, if only I could.. I would take all your pain on myself. I'm already dead anyway. If only I could." This was my last thought before I lost consciousness.

...

I don't remember who saved me, I don't think it could have been Boothill. But that's not the point. They saved us both, and they were able to make me new legs - iron, rough… But still better than nothing. But Boothill… Boothill… He suffered much more than I could have expected. Probably when I was unconscious, he tried to save at least someone, but in the end he lost his entire body. Only his head remained.

We were sitting in the lab. More precisely, I was sitting next to the bed where Boothill was lying. Or what was left of him. I was ashamed to sit in front of him, although he did not condemn me. I was ashamed that I could not help anyone, but only lay and watched as everything collapsed. It is not necessary to guess to understand that our home was destroyed. As we later learned, this was done by IPC, with the goal of making our planet a resource for advancement.All those people who were so dear to us were mercilessly killed. Even… little Bella… Only memories remained of her. Both Boothill and I sat quietly, and only out of the corner of my eye did I notice that tears were quietly flowing from his eyes. I understood him. I understood his pain… Oh, if only I could take it away from him…

I briefly broke the silence with a few words,

-"I'm so sorry."

Boothill turned his head and looked at me with his wet eyes. I was ashamed to look him in the eyes. Tears involuntarily flowed from my eyes too.

- "What are you apologizing for?" - Boothill said this without taking his eyes off me. Despite the fact that he was crying, his voice was still as steadfast and firm. As always.

-…If only I could then..could help at least someone..Help Bella..At least someone would be alive. If only I could run up that hill where you were..If only I helped..You wouldn't have such a body.Everything could have been better. - Unlike Boothill's steadfast voice, mine had weakened and I was quietly sobbing between words.

There was silence in the room. Both sat and cried quietly. The silence was broken by the white-haired man.

-"You don't have to apologize. You did everything you could. I don't blame you for anything. It wasn't you who destroyed everything, but the IPC. Blame them, not yourself." - his steely, cold palm touched my warm, but to my feelings dead hand.

He… says it right. If it weren't for IPC, we could all continue our quiet and peaceful life. We could be the same. We would be happy. They destroyed everything. In place of my guilt, a burning hatred came into my heart. Hatred for the man who took everything from us. Hatred for everything IPC. I think after such events, everything changed for Boothill too.

-"We will take revenge on them," I said, wiping away my tears, directing them into Boothill's eyes. - "We will take revenge on them for everything - for our families, for our lives, for Bella, for our home," and the last drop fell with a quiet noise, leaving the room in silence again.

-"We will take revenge on them. We will take revenge on them for everything. You are right" - After a couple of minutes of silence, Boothill answered. From now on, we are not only childhood friends. Now we are each other's most loyal partners. We are now driven by only one goal - to find the person responsible for this tragedy, and destroy him, destroy him like he did to our home.

This was our silent oath. An oath of hatred and pain that we share together. From now on, the world will know about the steel cowboy with accurate bullets Boothill, and about *Name", a legless cowboy who searches for information from all corners of the world.

If I could, I would destroy everything that brought you pain

Yuppie, I wrote this! I hope you like it. Thank you very much for reading, see you soon friends!

[vroomian]

actually. maybe abo hana/alastor is extreme slow burn. god knows hana isn't gonna confess and alastor is over there going 'new possible friend??' seven years in lol.

so. they're not actually together-together yet when the story timeline hits cannon. al still took shelter in hana's house, but it's exchange for him teaching her magic and then making one meal a day for the both of them (hana does actually let al eat bits of her, because it'll grow back pretty quickly and she doesn't care that much. she promised to help and he seems to enjoy it). (also hana has definitely eaten people stew without blinking.) there's still the mating bite, but that's honestly something hana does for omegas she looks out for if they want it.

i think it might be angel dust and lucifer combined that act as catalyst for their relationship.

al (on charlie's urging) finds a place where Angel can work that val can't touch -- sweet tooth, hana's biggest club and the one candy runs. angel is very doubtful of this (because sweet tooth is fuck you pay me levels of rich, and it's every strippers dream to be scouted) but hana is like sure, whatever. shes' not afraid of val lol. (how the fuck would pheromones work on a plant??? also i think hana is as good at sex as she is at everything else and val has def hit that, and wants to do so again.).

so they trade favors again and angle is like ????!!!?? you used up a favor on me??? and hana is like: chill. he's gonna make me dinner. and angel is like oh they're friends-friends. also hana reeks of alastor, like way more than is normal for regular acquaintances. but they're also not together, despite al's possessive nature. matchmaking time! to repay alastor for using up a favor for angel, of course. no ulterior motives here.

lucifer and hana get along way to well for al's peace of mind. hana is like 'oh this person smells normal. none of the abo bullshit.' and lucifer is like 'this sinner seems perfectly at ease in my presence, despite my lack of designation. it seems to relax her??? also she offered to get me pregnant (and i'm thinking about it help)???' and they end up parallel playing together whenever hana's at the hotel lol. hana gives off a deeply chill vibe that i think lucifer would appreciate. alastor is seething with jealousy -- it's a coin toss on who he's jealous of lol.

[anthurak]

How the Overlords are the Cheap Imitator Wannabes of the Sins

So here’s an interesting thought I’ve been mulling over since rewatching Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss: What if the Sinner Overlords end up representing foils to the Seven Sins we’re meeting in both Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss? Specifically in that the overlords are pale imitators and wannabes of the Kings of Sin?

Like I think it’s pretty easy to look at Angel Dust and Valentino and see parallels and foils to Fizzerolli and both Asmodeus and Mammon. Basically Valentino has the sexual and ‘romantic’ (BIG air-quotes there) angle of Asmodeus and the cruel and exploitative angle of Mammon.

But just looking at Valentino during his first appearance in Hazbin, I think we can already see another interesting contrast: We see Valentino throwing a big petty tantrum simply because Angel Dust has started living somewhere else. The mere prospect of Angel Dust being anywhere but completely under his thumb causes Val to pitch a complete hissy fit and needs to be reminded by Vox that Angel still works for him and that this change really doesn’t mean anything.

And I think this makes an interesting contrast to what we see from Mammon, who I think it’s pretty clear basically never cared one bit about WHAT Fizzarolli was doing so long as he was still working for Mammon and promoting his brand. He didn’t seem to have any kind of issue with Fizz working with Ozzie, living with Ozzie or being in a relationship with Ozzie, so long as Fizz still worked for HIM. Heck, even when Fizz straight up calls Mammon a pieces of SHIT, in front of a packed audience, Mammon stews and grumbles but still keeps quiet. It’s ONLY when Fizzarolli announces that he’s quitting that Mammon actually flips out.

And I think that might be one of the big ways that the Overlords act as a foil to the Sins: Whereas the Sins are completely self-assured and comfortable in their position, the Overlords generally are massively insecure and will flip out at the slightest challenge to their position. Obviously we see this trend in much more than just Valentino:

Vox, Alastor, Velvette, and even Carmilla ALL likewise display varying levels of deep-seated insecurities in one way or another. Obviously, Vox’s and Alastor’s hangups and insecurities have been EXTREMELY well-documented at this point, and while we may not have directly seen Velvette’s insecurities on display just yet, the fact that she clearly has a major chip on her shoulder regarding the other Overlords and a LOT to prove as seen in Episode 3 implies that she almost certainly has some major personal hangups of her own. Even Carmilla, despite being one of the more well-established and secure Overlords, clearly has her own personal hangups as we likewise see in Episode 3 when getting challenged by an ‘upstart’ like Velvette.

Which all contrasts heavily with how generally comfortable, secure and self-assured the Kings of Sin have come off as. As I’ve discussed in a number of HB posts, the Sins seem to occupy this really interesting position of being these big, wacky, over-the-top and carefree celebrity personalities who ALSO happen to be these monstrously powerful and ancient beings. They never act like they have something to prove because they really DON’T. The Sins are THE top of the chain in Hell, so why should they worry about what anyone thinks of them? Nobody is going to challenge them because nobody CAN challenge them, short of Lucifer, Lilith (or Charlie…) or the forces of Heaven*

Whereas the Overlords all seem to have something to prove in one way or another, the Sins clearly have nothing to prove. Again going back to Episode 2, just look at how Valentino needs people like Vox and Velvette to manage his tantrums and keep him from doing something stupid, whereas even Mammon clearly doesn’t need that kind of babysitting.

And on top of all of this, what if some of the more prominent Overlords we’ve seen are meant to be direct contrasts, foils or even imitators of the Sins?

Like I think it’s already pretty easy to see Alastor being presented as a foil to Lucifer, particularly in how they embody Pride. Lucifer, much like Ozzie and Bee, could be seen as displaying the positive potential of ‘Pride’, ie; self-confidence and self-assuredness. So much of Lucifer’s personality comes off as this total dorky, cringefail loser, yet he clearly has zero shame about this and seems to care little for how most people think of him. It’s clear that basically the ONLY person whose opinion he really cares about is his daughter’s.

And by contrast, I think it’s pretty clear that Alastor is/will be a PERFECT representation of the negatives of Pride: Deeply insecure, obsessed with power, status and attention from others, and absolutely TERRIFIED of people discovering his secret shames.

Then we have Valentino, who I think could have some very interesting contrasts to Asmodeus. Obviously we have the very sharp contrast between the demon lord who decries love potions as ‘artificial bullshit’ and makes a staunch point about how “lust shouldn’t be about force”, and the human sinner who routinely sexually abuses and assaults those under his control and runs what clearly seems to be a VERY exploitative business.

More than that however, I think there are some very interesting thematic contrasts in how these two represent the idea of ‘Lust’, namely that Valentino represents a very narrow and limited aspect of lust. Basically, Valentino represents lust as nothing more than one-sided objectification and exploitation. He’s ‘all take and no give’.

On the flipside, Asmodeus is a true embodiment of Lust in ALL its forms. He sees it as an experience to be enjoyed by all participants. He’s ‘give’ and ‘take’ (or perhaps ‘receive’) in EQUAL measure.

I think there’s actually a great point of symbolic contrast in how Valentino runs his porn business and Asmodeus runs his nightclub: Both of these are centered on lust as a performance, but consider how Valentino is always the one behind the camera. Meanwhile, Ozzie isn’t just the proprietor of his nightclub, he also seems to be the star attraction, what with how he doesn’t hesitate to jump up on stage to put on his own song number alongside Fizzarolli. Whereas Valentino merely lusts after others, Asmodeus seems to enjoy lusting after and being lusted after in equal measure.

Finally, has anyone else noticed a bit of visual similarity between these two? A few people have already pointed out that Valentino’s outfit design has some similarities to Asmodeus’s ‘mini-form’ we briefly see in his debut episode and again in the midseason special. Even going back as far as the Addict music video, does anyone else notice some similar designs between Valentino’s club that Angel and Cherri burn down and Ozzie’s own nightclub we see in Helluva Boss?

Well, what if these similarities are intentional? As in, what if Valentino has deliberately tried to style himself and his brand after Asmodeus? Which of course would make Valentino nothing but a half-baked, didn’t-even-get-the-point, imitator of the TRUE Embodiment of Lust.

And then we have Vox, who I’m thinking might actually contrast Mammon. Now obviously, unlike with the previous two cases, this ISN’T a contrast of one showing a ‘positive’ interpretation of Greed. Instead, I think the point of contrast is in their effectiveness.

As scummy and shitty as he might be, there’s no denying that Mammon is really good at marketing his brand, and has been for a LONG time. Just look at how even before getting Fizz as his ‘brand baby’, he was still selling out packed stadiums for his shows. Between Fizzarolli, Loo-Loo Land and likely any number of other ventures, it’s clear that Mammon has a keen eye for what people like and how to market it to them. I mean for as run-down and sketchy as Loo-Loo Land was, it also seems to have been successful for a long time, given that went there as a kid.

Vox meanwhile, seems to be much more of a trend-chaser, and generally seems quite a bit more insecure. Like we see him seemingly running this multimedia empire, but that really feels more like he’s just trying to cover as many bases as he can. See also, the fact that he clearly relies on help from Valentino and Velvette FAR more than he wants to admit.

And perhaps most notably, consider how it seems like he at least sometimes uses some form of hypnotic suggestion to get people to watch his shows and buy his products. Essentially, he needs to prop up his business with his actual powers as an Overlord. Something we don’t really see Mammon doing.

And as far as being a direct imitator goes, we’ve all recognized how both Val and Vox use what are clearly Robo-Fizzerollis, but consider this:

What if the ‘Kitties’ aren’t actually modified Robo-Fizz’s, but rather a bootleg/knockoff of Robo-Fizz created by Vox? Which would get even more interesting if the events of Hazbin take place AFTER what we’ve seen in Helluva, ie; after Fizz quit working for Mammon who we know from The Full Moon is now done with Robo-Fizzes. What if the ‘Kitties’ are nothing but repackaged, bootleg Robo-Fizzes that Vox is passing off as his own? Just chasing the trends and coattails of the Sin of Greed.

And as an aside, I think the existence of these robots is a hint that Hazbin does in fact take place AFTER Helluva Boss, or at least everything we’ve seen thus far. As in, I think the only way Vox is getting away with hocking clear knockoffs of Robo-Fizz without invoking the ire of the Embodiment of Greed is if said embodiment doesn’t want anything to do with Robo-Fizzes anymore.

Now admittedly, after Vox the specific points of contrast for the other Overlords to Sins get a bit harder to pin down. Like it’s a bit hard to pin either Velvette or Carmilla as a foil to Beelzebub, let alone any of the Sins we haven’t met yet.

That being said, we are due to meet Satan, as well as possibly Leviathan, by the end of this season, so we may find more parallels with them. Like we do know that Leviathan seems to run Hell’s social media, which could make her a foil to what we’ve seen from Velvette.

Now admittedly, given that we are unlikely to get real Hazbin-Helluva crossover anytime soon, I can’t imagine all this will be especially relevant to the narratives of either show.

Obviously, the Sins couldn’t care less about a bunch of sinner Overlords, and if they WERE given a reason to care, it likely would NOT end well for the latter. Like if Vox was making his ‘Kittie’-bots before the events of Mammon’s Musical Special, then as soon as the big Aussie Pine-Tree Spider found out, Vox would have maybe five seconds before Mammon portals up to Pride, squashes him like a bug so hard even sinner immortality isn’t putting him back together, obliterates his base of operation, takes over his production and rebrands the ‘Kittie-bots’ as a new Robo-Fizz spinoff and maybe squashes Valentino and/or Velvette on his way out.

Now on the other hand, we could see this idea explored in a one-sided capacity as we explore more and more of the Overlords’ character. Like if we ever explore Valentino’s background, that would be a nature place to put something like him wanting to emulate Asmodeus, the Embodiment of Lust. And of course, there is the dynamic between Alastor and Lucifer that we see in Hazbin proper.

Basically, I see all of this as being more part of just the Overlords’ character than anything that would end up directly involving any of the Sins.

*And even then, I imagine it’s only the higher ranks of angels that could pose a serious threat to the Sins. Given how Lucifer handled Adam in the finale (and given that Charlie is clearly nowhere near her full potential yet), I think it’s fair to assume that Ozzie, Bee, Mam or any of the others probably could have kicked Adam’s ass with similar ease.

[snowyh2o]

Dumb late night Hazbin ideas:

Ok, so hear me out. What if, Alastor gets a redemption arc? But it happens so slowly and unnoticed that by the end of the series you just turn around and find out that he’s already been redeemed and no one has any clue how it happened.

Alternatively, AU where the hotel’s very presence forces redemption on everyone who stays there whether they want to or not and one day Alastor wakes up and wonders if he should let Vox broadcast his shows uninterrupted that day before promptly glitching out in absolute horror at the thought. And then absolutely going out of his way to decimate one of Vox’s broadcasts just to prove to himself that he’s still just as much of an evil bastard as he always is.

Cue multiple scenarios where Alastor is trying really fucking hard to be eeeeevil and then somehow utterly failing. Watching as he’s slowly forced into being a good person against his will, and knowing there’s nothing he can do to stop it. Oh he’s still just as petty and sassy and sinister as ever, but whatever edge he had ends up lost in the thought of perhaps he should do something special for Charlie and the other residents for their first month of the hotel opening and—GODS BE DAMNED!

No one else notices it, partly because he’s always toned down the Clearly Scheming Aura when he’s around them, but also because he’ll be damned if anyone of them catches on. Husk sees through his bullshit, but ends up with the wrong conclusion and Alastor is happy to let him think whatever about leashes and deals as long as he keeps his mouth shut, buuuuut maybe he’d been a bit too harsh on the barkeep. He should make up for it with some higher quality booze and— really, it’d be nice to have something that’s more to his taste than the stuff that’s usually kept around.

Of course, Alastor’s not the only demon being forced into becoming a good person, he’s just the only one who’s noticed it. Charlie, who is 99% of the time a good person, is absolutely convinced that the better than usual behavior of the residents is a result of her efforts in the hotel. Vaggie’s also already a decent person for the most part, and after that conversation with Husk, Angel’s improved by leaps and bounds. Nifty doesn’t notice anything’s off at all, and Husk just thinks his better mood and temperament in general is because the quality of his liquor’s gone up and the company really ain’t all that bad. Sir Pentious also hasn’t noticed anything, but agrees with Charlie that her efforts have been working.

And then the hotel gets attacked and Alastor discovers this wonderful loophole in whatever spell’s got him entrapped and absolutely decimates the attackers. He’s so gleeful about his discovery and the absolute beat down he gave out without feeling the need to pull his punches that he ends up cooking everyone dinner. Everyone else is understandably very weirded out by this. Alastor couldn’t care less.

Charlie: uh, Alastor? Are you feeling alright there?

Alastor: why Charlie, I’m doing absolutely wonderful! Thank you for asking.

Charlie: oh, that’s uh, that’s great to hear!

Charlie: …

Charlie: so do you mind telling me why you’ve decided to make dinner…?

Alastor: mmmm. Just in the mood for it, I suppose. It’s been a while since I’ve cooked for others, and I’m feeling rather— creative right now!

Alastor: tell me, should I include a portion of today’s unlucky patron into the stew? It’s a bit stringy, but the stew should soften it right up!

Charlie: oh uhm. How about we don’t include any demon parts into the food?

Alastor: *raises eyebrow*

Charlie: I mean, we don’t know where it’s been! He could have had all sorts of diseases inside him. It’d uh, ruin the food if we added…. Bad meat? *nervous smile*

Alastor: mmmmm, fair enough.

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (20)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing; Sexual Activity & Graphic Depictions of Violence

Genre: ANGST/Fluff SMUT (& Humor!)

Word Count: 8.6K

<Chapter 19

I just want to thank everyone that has taken the time to come on this journey with me. There were times when I wanted to quit, but your likes, reblogs, and kind comments made me want to keep going. This would mean much less without you all. Without further adieu, I present:

20. V is for Voe; the Billboard Doe

art by @hazbinhotelie

“Alastor?” Charlie looks around the room after everything goes quiet “Where’s Voe?”

Alastor is wiping off his sleeve, still stewing with rage “I took care of her darling,” is all the response he gives her

“Took care of her?” Angel tiptoed back in the front doors “That definitely ain’t good”

“You didn’t…kill her did you?” Charlie covers her mouth

Alastor’s smile is the stiffest it’s ever been “Of course not dear Charlotte. I simply disposed of her, nothing to worry your pretty head about,”

Vaggie furrows her brow, opening her mouth before Charlie speaks instead “Um, actually no? Anything that goes on in my Hotel is my business,”

Alastor chuckles dryly “I assure you, Charlie, it’s none of your concern,”

Charlie’s expression turns angry as she stalks toward him “It’s all my concern Alastor, now tell me what the fuck you did to Voe.”

He sighs as if she’s being annoying “If you insist on obtaining this information, I simply removed her from the property,”

“But like, you didn’t give her a chance to explain herself! Or apologize! Or anything!”

“I did what was best for the hotel. We don’t need anyone sneaking around or keeping secrets,”

Vaggie scoffs loudly “Oh bullshit! You going on your little outings? Or keeping the fact that angels could be killed until you could use it to get a ‘favor’ from Charlie?”

“That is not this!” He asserts

“Right!” Charlie yells “That was worse!”

Alastor sweetens his tone “Now Charlotte...”

“From the first day, you stepped in here, you’ve belittled, degraded, and mocked the idea of redemption, telling me directly and indirectly that my dream is hopeless. But then you also walk around this place like you own it! Newsflash Alastor, you DON’T, yes you’ve helped to make my dream more feasible, but it’s NOT your property, it’s NOT your name on the line, and it’s NOT just one of your little projects to entertain you. You walk around here like you’re judge, jury, and executioner! You’re not better than anyone here just because we believe in the goodness of damned souls. If anything it just makes you miserable! THIS IS MY DREAM! MY PURPOSE! YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT OR AUTHORITY TO OVERRIDE ME. AND YOU WILL NEVER HAVE THE AUTHORITY TO KICK ANYONE OUT! AND SINCE YOU CAN’T ACT LIKE A TEAM PLAYER THE NEXT ONE TO LEAVE IS YOU!”

The bass in her voice overshadowed everyone and everything in the room as the Princess stood before the red demon, horns pointed, tail swinging, and eyes blazing red. The entire room knew that this was only a fraction of the younger Morningstar’s power, and did not want to see the rest of it. Vaggie stands behind her girlfriend, staring with love and admiration, her spear ready for combat. Alastor stares down at the women, stiff and poised.

“Who will manage the hotel?” he asks calmly 

“I will, it won’t be that much different anyway”

His smile drops slightly as he exhales, but he picks it back up before anyone can notice. “Very well,” and he dissipates into the shadows.

Charlie takes a deep breath and returns to her normal form. She turns to Vaggie and opens her mouth, but before she can speak Vaggie throws her arms around her girlfriend.

“I love you so much!” and Charlie blushes and smiles back

The acid rain had ended by the time she had walked across Pentagram City, but she was already soaked from her hair to her feet.

“Voe Voe!! Can I get a picture? Hey Hey!! Bitch,” a demon called out from down the street

Voe continues walking as cameras and smartphones flash around her, but she ignores them. Someone runs up to her and gives her an unsolicited hug. Voe’s immediate reaction is to toss them, but she isn’t focused on how much strength she is using. The demon flies back into a building, shocking even Voe.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” 

“DO I LOOK LIKE I WANNA BE TOUCHED?!” Her eyes flashed as more and more demons crowded around her, clearly not getting the message. Some of them screamed her praise and others wished for her demise. The noise became too much to the point that she ended up covering her ears and running, running, and running through the swinging doors. The cold air makes contact with her wet hair and clothes, making her shiver. She hangs her head down to avoid the bright lights and she runs into something hard, her eyes snap open and she looks up.

“What the fuck!” Vox looks up from his phone and then down at the doe. When he sees who it is, he cracks a grin “Voe? Voe the Beau? Oh this is rich,” he stifles a laugh “How may I help you dear?”

She stares up at him with rage “I need a place to stay,”

“You what? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you, the betrayal must’ve been clogging my ears”

“How did I betray you?”

Vox shrugs “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Run along, we don’t have space for you,” he starts walking past her “Since Voe’s always right,”

“Wait,” she says. He turns to her, smirking “What do you want?”

He ponders the thought “So..what happened? Did you get thrown out of the hotel? Guess they must not like traitors”

“You know, it was bad enough that you ruined my afterlife, but then to make fun of me about it is cruel,”

“Okay okay, but just tell me one thing…how did our dear friend Alastor react, when he found out?” Vox’s eyes glint with joy

She turns away from the TV demon “He never stopped smiling, but he’s never seemed so..hurt. I could see it in his eyes,”

Vox begins to cackle as the tears rise in her eyes. The warmth in her chest turns into a burning flame, the tears and the rain stinging her eyes

“Head up to Velvette’s studio, I’m sure she’ll have something for you,” he tosses over his shoulder and walks away “Wait,” he stops “Give me that,”

“What?” 

He flips the chain around her neck “I want that necklace,”

She takes a step back “Why?”

“You really think I’m going to let you wear that man’s name around your neck when you’re in my building?” he opens his palm in front of her

Voe recoils “I’ll take it off, but I’m not giving it to you,”

Vox closes his fingers one by one “I don’t want to see it around your neck” Voe slowly removes it and places it in her pocket “That’s better, I want that pretty little neck bare,” he trails his sharp fingers down her throat

“What? So you wanna fuck me now?” she asks with a somewhat annoyed expression

Vox smirks and walks away without answering the question

“Now Alastor, what did I tell you about that? You can’t just override people’s authority!”

The stag huffs “If you don’t want me to stay here then I won’t!” he raises his volume

Rosie furrows her brow and lowers her pitch “Now hold on,” she scolds him as if he is her own child “I didn’t say you couldn’t stay here but you are not going to speak to me that way on my property. You’re the one that got yourself kicked out, that’s nobody’s fault but your own, so control your tone, young man,” she flattens her lips, letting him know that she means business

Alastor lowers his head “I apologize, I am under a certain amount of…stress,”

Rosie scoffs “I can see!” she moves out of the doorway to allow him in, closing the door behind him. She moves to sit on one of her couches, patting the spot next to her. “Tell Auntie Rosie what’s wrong,”

He sits down next to her “I just need a moment,”

“For?”

“I….I’m, heartbroken,” he mumbles

Rosie shakes her head as if she didn’t hear him “Pardon?”

“I am heartbroken,” he stumbles over his words “And I-I don’t even have the words to describe how I feel inside,”

Rosie blinks, looking up at the air. She’s not sure what to do, this has never been an issue that Alastor has come to her about. “Would you like a hug Alastor?”

“I suppose a small one,” 

She opens her arms and he falls into them, leaning on her chest as she wraps her arms around him. They sit in silence for a few beats before Rosie hears low and soft broken breaths. She looked around to locate the source of the sound, only to discover that it was coming from inside her arms. She turned her ear down and heard the sobs of the Radio Demon. She had no idea what to say. She sat and held him in her arms, this was territory for her too.

Alastor sits up and removes his monocle, he rubs the small amount of tears from his eyes. He replaces the monocle “I apologize for how I’m acting, I just did not know…what to do with myself,”

“Wanna tell me what happened?” 

“I do not think I am in the right headspace to think about it. Let alone, talk about it. Again, I apologize for being rude to you. I have not been feeling like myself for these past few months,” He stands and dusts off his clothing, and walks further into the building, leaving Rosie sitting and wondering what in all of Hell could have her best friend like this.

“I’m honestly so glad that you finally came to your senses and showed up! This is going to be bloody fucking amazing! Now that I have you all the time, that’s less time we have to spend getting you prepped and ready! Honestly, you should have done this from the get-go, but sometimes it takes something drastic to get people on the right path. Ugh, what is this? Are you covered in acid rain? Let’s get you cleaned up. TANYA! RUN HER A BATH!”

Velvette talked on and on, as Voe just sat and absorbed the words into her skin, but not through her ears. Voe had never known what to call this state that she was in, even when she was alive. The state where her body was doing everything it was supposed to do to continue existing normally, but her mind was somewhere else. Her mind was back at the hotel, replaying different versions of the scenario. Versions where something, anything had gone different. Maybe if Angel had given her the remote, or if she had gotten downstairs first, or maybe if she and Alastor would’ve had sex instead. Even a version where Vox doesn’t do the show at all. Or one where she was a completely different person, who would’ve never even considered doing something like this to someone.

Sometimes she wondered what it was like to live without that nagging and gnawing voice telling you that you’re not good enough. That voice that tells you if you don’t do something big then you might as well not exist. She wondered if other people had to live with it, but she was never a good indicator of what other people had to deal with. She knew that voice quite well, and the only way to quiet it had always been temporary solutions that increased her status and made her feel big, but always at the expense of making someone feel small. These moments of reprieve never lasted long, but she’d do anything to never feel like that lost and ostracized baby ever again. Even if she had to make that baby, someone else. But as she said, the feeling never lasted. And in the end, she always had to give something up, but she had never felt it mattered this much.

When she comes back to herself, she’s in a bathtub, basically sitting in her own broth. Velvette bursts through the door, while she’s stewing.

“How’s my favorite model doing?” Voe stared off into the distance, her expression solemn and bare “Oh come on, what’s with the pout? Hmm?” She tilts her head up “You still can’t be on Alastor,” she scoffs “You did it, it’s done. It’s over now. Chin up, you have better things to worry about,” she places her hand on Voe’s back “Hurry up with your bath love, and I’ll get you something to eat, I just know you’re hungry,”

When Voe is silent once again, Velvette groans and rolls her eyes, leaving the bathroom. Once she leaves, Voe lets out a long whistle.

“What’s going on with your precious little trophy?” Vox smirks 

Vel rolls her eyes “She’s still stuck on Alastor I guess,” She waves her hand

Vox rubs his ‘chin’ “Well maybe we can…take her mind off of him?”

Velvette’s sneer slowly turns into a sly smirk. 

Rosie was so unaware of what to do, or what was happening anyway. She gathers a tray of coffee and brings it to the room Alastoe chose to stay in. She knocks on the door and leans in, listening. There’s a light groaning coming from inside. Rosie lightly pushes the door open.

“Alastor?” she peers in to see him lying on the bed in a ball, his coat on the floor and his shoes strewn about. Okay, now she was worried “Alastor!”

He groans in response, not even moving when Rosie places the tray on the nightstand and sits down, dipping the bed next to him.

Rosie reaches out to rub his back, but then thinks better of it, placing her hand on the bed next to him. “Alastor, please. Tell me what’s wrong, I don’t like seeing you like this, I’m worried,”

He shifts his head toward her, his expression still covered. He mumbles into his arm and Rosie leans down to hear him.

“Hmm? I can’t hear you, sweetie,”

“I don’t like feeling this way!!” he yells

“What are you talking about sweetie?”

Alastor rips the bracelet off of his wrist and throws it to the ground “This meant nothing!” 

Rosie goes to where he threw the bracelet and picks it up, examining it in her slender fingers “Who’s Vera?” she turns back to her friend

“The heartless woman that crushed me,”

Rosie is more baffled than when she walked into the room. She raises a brow “I’m sorry, what do you mean by that?”

“I take it you haven’t seen Vox 2-Nite,”

“Alastor, I don’t even have a TV,”

He sighs “Voe told Vox everything,”

“Everything?”

“Everything!” he screams “Everything I told her, she told him!”

She holds the bracelet and returns to the bed “Oh Alastor, I’m so sorry. Would you like a hug?” he groans and Rosie takes it as a yes and envelopes him as much as she can. 

Voe sits in the bed they gave her, fiddling with the necklace. She reads Alastor’s name as she runs her thumb over it, feeling the metal’s smoothness and the letters’ curves. She thinks back on when he gave it to her. How his fingers wrapped around her throat and he sunk his teeth into her skin, leaving a myriad of hickies all around. She breathes in and fantasizes that he’s here to forgive her, to save her from this place where no love grows. Her fingers trail over her skin and she imagines they’re his, digging her nails deep just as he would. One hand travels to her neck and the other down to her core. She takes a second to smell herself to understand what it was that Alastor had always gone crazy for before returning her fingers to her slit, slowly trailing up and down as he would. She slides a finger inside the open hole, hers not being as long but willing to use her imagination, carefully slipping in another.

“Vera, tell me how this feels,” she hears his voice as she curves one finger inside of her

It feels so good.

“Good,” his voice whispers, she pushes his fingers deeper “And this?”

That feels amazing.

“Wonderful,” she hears in his delicious low growl as if he were right there with her. She closes her eyes and leans back on the headboard, imagining Alastor’s fingers in place of her own, before the door creaks and her eyes snap open, her fingers flying out with some of her juices still left on them.

It’s Velvette, she enters the room wearing a long silk robe, not closing the door all the way before turning to the doe.

“So you are still up? Amazing!” her voice is deep and seductive. She assesses the situation “I see you’re already getting started. Well, no shame in that,” She drops her robe on the floor, revealing a black set of lingerie. She crawls into the bed and sucks the juices off of Voe’s fingers, making her cunt twitch as she watches. With a blank look, Voe reaches for her face and Velvette swats her hands away. “Ah ah ah,” she wiggles her finger. “Come to me,” and she does. 

Velevette tilts her chin up, kissing her with the utmost intensity. A beautiful kiss from beautiful lips, but she needed more. It was not enough. She removes Voe’s shirt, then shorts and panties, laying her down on the bed when the door opens once more

“Wow, someone’s eager. You’ve already gotten started!” It was Vox, entering the room shirtless, his deep voice carrying around the room

Voe does not know what to make of his appearance, she stops and takes a look at Velvette for an explanation. When Vox begins removing his pants, then it makes sense. 

“So you’re joining us?”

The Overlords light up “There she is!” Velvette exclaims, kissing her chest

Vox smirks “I was starting to think that mouth stopped working. And yes, I will,” His boxers come off and reveal a thin dark blue erect cock. Voe takes a long look at it before Vox tongues her, moving behind her to lick every inch of skin he can reach. He reaches in front of her, palming her breasts from behind. Voe closes her eyes, trying to relax when the door busts open. Obviously, it’s Valentino, who’s completely naked, leaving nothing to be desired.

“Come on! Why do you guys always start without me?”

“Why do you insist on being late!” Vel scolds him

“At least he’s already ready,” Vox breathes on the back of Voe’s neck, making her shiver

“Wow…those are some moth…balls” was all Voe could think of to say

Valentino gives a sly grin “Why thank you,” he purrs 

His dick is already up as well, which did not surprise her. Val’s probably horny more often than me, she thought. When she looked back at his face, she was filled to the brim with anger, why should he get to explore her body? Why should any of them? After the shit they pulled? She wanted this, but she knew she didn’t deserve it, and it disgusted her the looks they gave each other and her as if they…deserved it. Like it was owed to them. 

Voe is on her hands and knees, kissing Velvette passionately before she feels sharp fingers on her waist. It’s Vox, he pulls her backward and onto his erect penis. Voe gasps once it slips inside her and moans when he starts to bounce her on it. Voe throws her head back, angry at herself for loving how his cock felt inside her.

“Yeah, that’s right, like you much better like this,” he grunts to her, wrapping his hand around her throat “Maybe I’ll put my name around this pretty neck. How do you feel about that dollface?”

Voe doesn’t answer, only rolling her hips against him. The thought of wearing Vox’s name felt enraging like he was claiming ownership of her, like she was property and not a person. She starts bouncing more intensely on his dick, eliciting loud moans from him.

Velvette reaches out for her and her hands land on Voe’s breast, massaging it for a few, before bringing it to her lips. She begins suckling and Voe presses her head forward. Voe turns to Valentino and signals for him to come closer, when he does she pulls him by the chain connecting his nipple rings, before whispering

“Bite me,”

He runs his thin tongue over his sharp teeth “I wanna hear you beg amorcita,” 

Voe’s eyes roll so far back into her head that her pupils are invisible for a moment. “I don’t have to do shit, you’re not the boss of me,” He gives her a wild grin before he sinks his teeth into the supple flesh of her earlobe, traveling down her jawline, past her throat, and to her chest, leaving bites all along the path. He uses two of his arms to keep her back straight while Vox is still thrusting into her cunt.

“Isn’t she such a good fucking girl?” Velvette asks, running her hand down to Voe’s clit

“Yes, she is,” Vox grunts “She takes my cock so good,”

Voe closes her eyes to try and tune them out. Fuck them. She hated them. But it felt so good.

“Alastor,” Rosie starts slowly, knowing that the next thing that she says is going to be difficult for both of them “Do you want some advice?”

“Yes,” he mumbles into his elbow

Rosie sighs “Then I need to know how you feel,”

“I already told you I’m…heartbroken,”

“No,” Rosie corrected him “How do you feel about her?”

Alastor lifts his head up and stares at her “Well, I hardly see how that would help,”

“Okay. Alastor what are you upset about? The fact that this information about you has been revealed or that Voe did it?”

He stares at her blankly “I am certain that both things are upsetting to me,”

“Right, but normally, you would be angry. Which one has you crying?”

Alastor lowers his head back to the mattress after a moment of thought about the question “That she did it,” he mumbles

“Right, so for me to help you, I need to know how you feel about her.” Rosie leans forward “You must like her a lot!”

He raises an eyebrow “Why do you say that?”

“Alastor, I have never seen you sob in a ball in my house. Plus you told her all the things that you’ve only told me. You never let people in, especially not that fast, and you’re wearing her name on your body. This is no casual thing, you have never behaved like this before,”

“I must say I did have very strong feelings…now I’m not so sure,”

“Does that mean you don’t have any feelings for her?”

He breathes out “I don’t know anymore,”

“Oh Alastor, you need some time to think. Don’t make such rash decisions in this state,”

“I don’t know, I just don’t know,” he groans

Rosie cracks a smile “Is it possible that maybe she feels bad about it?”

Alastor looks at her like she’s insane “Am I supposed to immediately forgive her because she feels bad? Does that just make it all better?”

“Now I never said that,”

“Then what should I think Rosie?”

She shrugs “I don’t know,”

When Angel went to work, he went in searching for some sign of Voe, anything at all to know if she was alright. Once he was able to get away from Val, he snuck up to Velvette’s studio, getting a glimpse of the inside through the window on the door. She’s sitting on a chair with no expression, crossing her arms. Angel taps on the window hoping to get her attention. It takes about a minute for her to look up and acknowledge him. he gestures for her to meet him outside, she rolls her eyes and walks out the door.

“Hey,” Angel greets her awkwardly “What’s going on?”

She looks around “Nothing. Velvette is off doing business and I’m just sitting here because she doesn’t have anything for me to do,”

“But, how are you feeling? I know everything that went down was…pretty crazy. I- well we all wanted to know if you’re okay,” He shuffles on his feet

Voe purses her lip “All of you?”

“Yeah,”

She raises her eyebrow “Everyone?”

He nods “Yeah,”

“I highly doubt that,” 

“Well you wouldn’t know, you haven’t been there in a while,”

Voe just blinks

Angel sighs “Look, I’ll just go. I just wanted to see how you were.” He turns to go “Stop by the hotel anytime,”

“Angel,” she calls after him with no observable tone

“Yeah?” he responds quickly, hoping to get something that he can tell the others

She purses her lips and then speaks “Don’t come in tomorrow,”

He raises his eyebrow “What?”

“Do not come to work tomorrow. Even if you are called, do not come.”

“Why?”

“Just don’t,”

Angel looks around as the doe keeps the straightest of faces “Is that all?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s been two weeks and all you’ve said to me was a thumbs-up emoji! We’ve been worried sick about you!”

Voe blinks for longer than usual “Well you won’t have to worry for much longer,”

“Voe you’re scaring me,”

She gives him a small smile, her tone still unchanging “Don’t be scared, it will all be fine. Bye,” she waves and disappears into Velvette’s studio without another word.

“Do you believe in fate Alastor?”

He scoffs dismissively 

“I’m serious, do you?”

“No,”

“Well, I do, and I’m going to use fate to help you,” Rosie pulls out her smartphone that she very rarely uses “I’m doing this for you Alastor,” it takes her quite some time to unlock, and navigate the device but once she has she opens Sinstagram. “Look,”

Alastor lifts his head and gets irrationally annoyed “Rosie dear, why would I want to see that?!”

“I just want to show you something, listen to me,”

He does, with his eyebrows still furrowed

Rosie closes her eyes and states “If Voe is live right now, that means that she’s sorry about what she did, and you need to at least give her a chance to apologize,”

“Rosie…”

“No just wait, if I’m wrong then I’m wrong,” she scrolls through the feed for a few minutes coming upon Voe’s icon, blurred out and reading ‘LIVE’.

Alastor’s ears perk up and he leans in “How did you know that?”

“I didn’t,” Rosie gave him a smirk

“Do you know her schedule?”

Rosie raises her right hand “Alastor I swear to you that I haven’t used this thing in months. I had no idea. I’m telling you, this is fate,”

His ears twitch “Do another,”

Rosie gives him a soft smile “You do one. Let’s say, Voe cares about you, if…?” she looks to him for the condition

Alastor’s ears won’t stop moving, along with his twitching nose as he thinks. His grin grows wider as he thinks he’s finally stumped Rosie “How about if she’s wearing red?”

“Why red?”

He sits up further “It’s my color darling,”

“That’s my Alastor! Now how much red are we talking?’

“Any,”

“Okay!”

Alastor was certain that he had beaten Rosie at her own game, he knew that Voe only wore the color pink, so he knew that when Rosie pressed that live he would see…

“Now Voe, you haven’t done a live in a while. For you to remain marketable, you have to stay connected with the public. So tonight you’ll be doing one here in the studio. Alastor is trending right now, so Vox wants you to talk about him more,”

Voe long blinks “What more could he want me to say??”

“Maybe about what he’s like in bed or something,” The doll shrugs

Voe blushes and looks away “That’s private,”

“Yeah well, that’s showbiz,” she turns to walk away “Oh by the way, Vox wants you in blue,”

Voe is confused “Why blue?”

“That’s Vox’s signature color, so he wants you to wear it,”

She crosses her arms “Why is he acting like we’re dating all of a sudden?”

“Oh no he’s not, he just wants you to follow his rules. You know men.” she waves her off

“Yeah, but he’s talking about me wearing his name and now his color,”

Velvette is flippant “Eh. He says he had the outfit he wants you to wear sent to your room,”

Voe groans and turns away from her

“Don’t be all pouty, it’s just a live. You can even make things up, nobody will even know the difference,”

“I don’t want to talk about that!”

“Well you need to talk about something, it’s going on in 20,”

Voe is unnerved “20?!”

Vel nodded “20,” and walked away, staring down at her phone. Voe enters her room, seeing the dress Vox had picked out lying on the bed for her. Accompanying it is a typed note reading ‘Hope you have a good live cutie 😉. Welcome to the Vees’ and a box with a necklace that reads his name. She paused, this man was serious??

I am not wearing that. She tosses the necklace somewhere she can’t see and examines the dress, something feeling off about it. Everyone knew that pink was her signature color, which was fine before. Now he wanted her to match him. She held the dress against her body, unsure it would fit. Voe groans, blue just didn’t do it for her.

Voe slips on a red dress with lace trimmings around her neck, longer in the back than in the front and some red wrap-around pumps. She gives herself a once over, deciding that something is missing. She pulls out her gift from Alastor, watching it shine in the light. She fastens it around her neck and for the first time in two weeks, smiles. 

She stands her phone up on her tripod, setting it the perfect distance and starting the live from her Sinstagram with the entire studio to herself. She sits on a chair, her legs crossed, showcasing her shoes and her ankles. She sits in silence, waiting for the viewers to come in.

Of course, the questions come in immediately.

oh shit!!! where you been bitch?????

wat u been up 2?

u look sexy

bout 2 spill more ☕️??

wats gud bitch

“Hey guys, I know y’all haven’t seen me in a while. Sorry for the hiatus, I’ve been absent for a while trying to rethink and reevaluate things going on in my life. Who missed me?”

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“I’m here to give everyone more information on Sinstagram’s #1 trending topic,” she spreads her arms “The Radio Demon,” she smirks

OH SHIT

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSS

YAS QUEEN GIVE US THE TEA!!!11!!!!!!!!11

“I was instructed to talk about the time I spent with him and the things I’ve learned, you know besides all the shit Vox said on his late-night show,”

The Vees enter the studio together, shocked to see that Voe had already begun the live, and definitely shocked to see what she had on.

“Why is she wearing that? I told her what to wear!” he whispers to Velvette

Velvette shrugs “I don’t know, I told her what you wanted!”

Valentino puts two of his hands on his hips “Is it just me or does she look kind of sexy?”

Voe glances up over her phone, seeing the Overlords by the entrance, she smirks knowingly, putting a confused and frustrated expression on Vox’s face.

“And I will discuss it, but before we get to that I see that a lot of people are still asking me about becoming an Overlord,” her eyes scan the phone screen as Vox turns to Velvette in anger on the sidelines. Velvette shrugs, unaware of what is going on either. Voe stands slowly “As I was told earlier, there are two main ways of becoming an Overlord,” Vox begins to approach the doe “The first is obviously by collecting and owning souls, and the other is by” Vox reaches out his hand and places it on Voe’s shoulder as her eyebrows furrow. She lowers the pitch of her voice “Killing other Overlords,”

Voe grabs Vox’s wrist with both hands, swinging him around and launching him into the wall behind them. Valentino and Velvette’s jaws are on the floor, giving Voe time to transition into her much larger demon form. With full force, her dragon wings carry her headfirst into Valentino, her horns piercing his chest.

She pulls her horns out of the moth who doubles over in pain. Velvette takes off to protect herself. She returns to the camera with the Overlord’s blood dripping down her horns and head “For now, a few words about Vox!” she grins “You all know Vox, right?” She gestures to the TV demon in the corner, who is now struggling to stand after the pain and shock of being thrown “Vox is…” she purses her lips. “Immature, as I’ve been told. I mean clearly, you all don’t give a damn that he has cameras literally everywhere since he can’t control the narrative without knowing literally everything that’s going on all the time, but Vox!” she laughs and turns to him “You’re pathetic!”

Valentino sneaks up from behind, grabbing her with all of his arms. She struggles to get free, squirming and kicking when Val rips the skin off her shoulder with his teeth. Voe screams out in pain and yanks on one of the moth’s arms. He grabs her, lifting her up by her throat, squeezing tight. 

“Dumb bitch!” he snarls as Voe’s legs flail in the air and he reaches to pull her apart.

Voe yanks the arm holding her as hard as possible, ripping it clean off the moth’s body, more of his blood spilling all over the place as he falls backward. Voe lays on the ground, catching her breath and prying the fingers from around her throat.

“What was I saying?” she gasps, running over to stomp Valentino and yank off another of his arms “Oh right Vox.” she wipes hair from her face “Vox!” she catches the Overlord trying to flee. Superspeeding to his location she gives him one quick punch to the screen, leaving some broken glass lodged in her knuckles, and a forceful kick to his chest, launching him to the center of the room. “You’re the one who’s obsessed with someone who doesn’t even THINK about you! Like, how embarrassing! You even dress like him! I mean seriously, imitation is a form of flattery but this is just a fixation! You just hate Alastor because you’re the over-saturated remake and he’s the original that you wanna hate fuck. Yes, we ALL know about your body pillow Vox! Alastor had more talent and charm in his pinkie finger than you have on your entire screen! Ever wonder why he’s such huge competition when you have all these flashy visual gimmicks and all he has is his VOICE?! That should tell you something you piece of tangled-up HDMI cables!”

Voe stands over Vox with her foot pressed down on his ankle, hearing it break, and Vox bellows in pain. Blood dripped down her face, over her chin. She turns to the camera that’s surprisingly still standing.

“You know what? I miss my mom too. My mom, my dad, and my little sister!” She steps on Vox’s other ankle, her heel digging into his flesh. “Sometimes, I feel like shit as well, but then I remember that I’m…that…BITCH!!” she waves around Valentino’s detached arms

She hears a loud CRACK and feels a sharp pain in her leg, blood dripping down it as she collapses shrieking. Her hands tremble as she removes them from the wound, a massive amount of blood pouring out of her appendage. She looks up and sees Valentino, smoke wafting from one of his handguns, a giant smirk on his face. He fires again and hits her square in the arm, knocking her down again, her screams echoing throughout the building. She struggles to breathe as the pain takes over her entire body. 

“You know I’ve killed bitches for less than this!” Valentino sounds pissed and amused at the same time. He stalks over to her, ready to finish the job, Voe lifts her head off the ground and weakly spits out “Cheater,” 

Valentino shrugs “Cheater or not, I still win chica,” grinning as he cocks the gun ready to shoot. Voe blinks twice, mustering all the strength she has to inhale and let a ragged cry rip through her gut, an inferno erupting from behind her lips and launching at the large bug.

“AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!” he screeches, falling backward, flailing and twitching as he burns, dropping the gun on the ground

Voe sits up and uses her wings to hover over the Overlord. She scoops up the gun and shoots him once in the torso “That’s for shooting me bitch,” then spits on him. He’s not dead quite yet, however. Voe returns to the camera, taking deep breaths between each phrase. “And just like I’m that bitch, Alastor is that dude, that guy! And I’m sorry…” she stares into the screen with genuine remorse “I’m sorry that I ever doubted it, and you know what if y’all ever doubt it…” her voice gets deep and gravelly “You’ll be sorry too,” She pushes a file cabinet at Val, who is trying to get up once more her “If he doesn’t make sure you’re sorry, I will,” she floats toward Val, who is pinned to the floor by the cabinet. Voe tries to pretend she’s not out of breath “Hey Val,” Voe gets up close and personal with the moth whose remaining arms are bound “This is for Angel.” and using her teeth, rips his head clean off his shoulders.

Voe hovers back in front of the phone, which is now stained with blood. She shows off her trophy to all of her fans, who are going crazy in the comments.

YOOOOO

THIS BITCH CRAZYYYYY

YO WTFFFF

IM SCARED FR

🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢🫢

IMMA BE SICK 😱😱😱

🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

GET HIM VOE!!

HATE THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!

Voe catches her breath, her wounds still bleeding profusely and her body running on pure adrenaline. Her voice comes from the depths of her body and she screams 

“From this point on, when you see the letter ‘V’ you think of me! ‘V’ is for Voe; the fucking Billboard Doe!”

She approaches Vox, who is clinging to life with his broken and warped screen. She steps on his stomach, looking down at him with disgust.

“I gave you what you wanted,” he sputters out

Voe shrugs “Wasn’t worth what I lost,” her sharp nails pierce his flesh, as she rips his heart directly out of his chest. The TV Demon falls dead, his heart dripping in the Billboard Doe’s grip. She turns to the camera once more and says “It would be totally badass if I just took a bite of this, but I won’t because that would be gross,” she observes it more “Hmm, thought it would be blue,” and just drops it on the ground with a SPLAT.

She goes over to her phone and ends the live, sitting on the floor as her blood begins to pool. She tries wiping the blood stains off her phone, and smears it more, which frustrates her. She groans and limps into the room they had given her, into the bathroom. She wets some tissue and sits on the toilet to breathe. She gets her phone clean and searches the bathroom for first aid equipment. She uses tweezers to pull the bullets out of her wounds, then cleans them as best as possible. She wrapped the bullet wounds in gauze and slammed a large adhesive bandage over the bite. How many injuries did these bitches get during sex? She takes the time just to sit and take in her new situation, preferring to leave the blood on her, feeling kind of tough after that entire ordeal. She leans back on the wall when her ears twitch, she’s silent when the door outside of the bathroom creaks. Slowly standing, she leans out to see what made the noise, and Velvette launches herself at the doe with a dagger, knocking her back into the bathroom. She and her boss struggle, as the doll tries to stab the doe, the dagger shining in the light. Voe grabs the rubbing alcohol and throws it in her boss’s eyes, causing her to stumble backward, slipping on the blood and landing on her back.

Voe wrestles the dagger out of Vel’s hands and tries to subdue the doll.

“After all I’ve done for you! This is how you repay me?” she spits

“Done for me? You were using me the whole time! For influence, for sex, and revenge!”

“You got what you wanted, didn’t you? I’d say that’s a fair trade! Don’t act like you’re all innocent, you used Alastor the same way we used you. You belong here!”

Voe squints and punches Velvette square in the face “Difference is, I regret it,” she gets off the doll and starts to limp away, when the doll grabs her ankle making Voe fall on her face. She turns to make eye contact with the other demoness.

Velvette spits out a glob of blood, lifting her head as her arms struggle to keep herself up “You can’t kill me. The most you can do is defend yourself because no matter what you do, I still own you.” She smiles, a few of her teeth missing. 

At that exact moment, the air was filled with loud static, and the sky turned green. Both women look around in confusion before long black tentacles shoot through the windows enveloping everything. The building is then lifted off the very ground and tilted. Velvette grabs Voe’s hand as they both slide across the floor and out the window.

Once they’ve slid out the window, Voe uses her wings to keep them both from falling flat on the ground. Velvette grips her fingers as she dangles in the air, Voe takes a breath and is hit with a familiar and beautiful smell. She slowly turns and takes in the entire sight. Thick black tentacles wrap around the broken building, sliding and squirming. Her eyes trace them back to a giant version of a familiar red pinstripe suit, giant antlers, and radio-dial eyes.

Voe can barely see through the sting of the tears in her eyes “Alastor?” she calls out instinctively

He turns to her, dropping the building callously, “T̷̛̠̜̫̜̄͑͋̈ͅH̴̢̛͕̗̆̍͛I̶̺̞̱͒̃̉S̵͉̼̖̞̥̖̪͕̓̕̚̚ ̸͚̫͔͖̻͌̏̈I̶̤͗̂͛S̸̤̳̞͔̿̅͒͛ ̷̱̦̪̗̱̟͈͎̋̉́̈́́̽͆͝T̶̮͛̊͆H̶̛̥̮̼̥͕̞̽̍̑̌̇̽͐Ě̸͖̻̞̼̮̼̗̂͂͂̉͐̏̕ ̸̠̦̞̙̊͌̾̔̈́̈́ͅE̷̬̘͉͎͉̔̾̄̂̿̓N̸̤̈́͒̈́D̸̨̳̣̈́̎̕̚ ̸̪̙̗̬̲̭̆̃̌̎̉͝͝Ǒ̵͙F̵͙̙͍̰͈̿̋͂̀͗͒͝ ̵̧̪͔̭̯̫̙̗̀̚̕T̷̜̬́͌͝H̸͍̞͉̺̼͕̲̣͂̒͊͂̃̔͋E̸̟̟͙͕̣̭͓̋͌̔͝ ̷̖̮̟̆͒̈́͆V̴̞̥͓̻̮̙̦̼͘͘E̸͈̅̈́Ë̸̡͚̰̺̩́̀͌̒̈͝S̴̪̟̝̲̰̪̍̐͂͠!” the words filled every facet of the airways, through speakers, radios, cellphones, and televisions. His voice was heard by every soul in the pride ring.

Velvette slipped out of Voe’s grip and into the grip of one of the wriggling tentacles, where she came face-to-face with the giant wicked grin of the Radio Demon. 

“Alastor! Don’t kill her!” He stops in his pursuit, dangling Velvette over his open waiting jaw. The doll demon sweats and shivers in fear, but the Radio Demon does as he’s told “I can’t kill you, but he can. Now, you can either free me or die” She stares into the doll’s eyes “Which is it gonna be?”

“FUCK YOU!” Velvette 

Voe waves her off “Yeah yeah, been there done that. Now make a choice!” She shrugs “I win either way,”

“I GAVE YOU WHAT ASKED FOR! WHAT YOU WANTED!!”

“What I thought I wanted,”

Velvette flails, realizing there’s nowhere for her to go, with a defeated scowl she pulls out the signed contract and hands it to Alastor, as a last ‘fuck you’ to Voe, flipping her off in the process.

Voe claps and smiles “Okay great, go ahead Alastor,”

Velvette’s eyes shoot open “WAIT, WHAT? BUT I-!” her words are cut off as she’s swallowed by the Radio Demon, finally putting an end to the Vees and their reign of terror.

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The walk back to the hotel was silent and awkward. When they walked in Charlie charged them with tears in her eyes.

“Oh my gosh, I was worried sick about you two! I saw everything online! Are you all okay?!” she pulls Voe into a tight hug

She recoils in pain “Ow!”

“Sorry sorry sorry!” Charlie notices the blood all over her “Oh my gosh are you okay?”

“Well, I’m starting to feel the pain the longer I stand here…and the more you touch me,”

Charlie pulls her hands back “Sorry!” she turns to Alastor, who stares down at her, and she stares up at him.

Alastor clears his throat “Charlie…”

“Alastor,” she adjusts her stance

“I owe you an apology. I am terribly sorry for overstepping and overriding your authority.”

Charlie tears up “Oh Alastor, are you apologizing?”

Alastor’s eyes dart around “Yes?”

“Oh Alastor!” Charlie walks toward him with her arms outstretched

“Charlie…Charlie-oh alright,” he stiffens when she embraces him “Charlie dear, your tears are getting on my coat,”

“Sorry,” she sobs. Charlie wipes her eyes “Oh! Welcome back!” She pulls out a golden bracelet and fastens it on Alastor’s wrist. It reads ‘It Starts With Sorry’. “I’m starting to give out rewards for milestones!”

“I’m also sorry, for not taking this seriously and for putting my desires over the…collective?” She thinks and decides that’s what she wants to say

“Apology accepted to you too!” She says to Voe

Voe holds her arm “Thanks,” and purses her lips. She walks up to Angel and waves

“Look who’s back,” he smirks

Voe pulls out his contract and holds it out for him to take.

“What’s this?”

She smiles “Your freedom,”

Angel takes the contract smiling and tears up. He hugs her tightly with all six arms.

“Ow,” she squeaks

“Sorry,”

“She was going to bring his head, but I talked her out of it,” Alastor mused behind them

“Thank you,”

“You’re welcome,”

Alastor places his hand on Voe’s shoulder “Come now, let’s get you cleaned up,”

After a long and warm bath, Voe sits on her knees in front of Alastor at his mercy. She sits with her palms on the floor and her eyes on her fingers. 

“I’m so sorry,” she speaks wistfully.

“Hmm?”

She doesn’t even look up to see his expression “I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I’m sorry that I took advantage of your kindness and used them for my own gain. For what it’s worth, the moment I truly knew you, I regretted it. I know it doesn’t mean anything, but I mean it,” She watches his shoes as he paces before her. Once his feet cease moving, the sweat begins rolling down her forehead. His hand approaches her face and lifts her chin to look him in his eyes.

“Stand up,” he orders and she does, his hand still on her chin “Watch me very closely.” She swallows heavily as Alastor pulls out the contract that states his new ownership of her soul. He doesn’t even bother to unravel it before throwing the paper in the fireplace. Voe blinks back tears as they both watch the paper burn into nothing but ash. She cannot stop the tears from flowing down her cheeks as she looks at the Overlord before her.

“But Alastor-“

“I may have spoken rashly while overcome with emotion. I took the time you were gone to reconsider my statements and where you stand in my….heart” He states, “You seem genuinely penitent of your actions and recognize them as the mistakes they were, and I came to this conclusion.” He turns to face her “You are flawed, and you are beautiful.”

“So does that mean I’m-?”

“Forgiven. Indeed it does.” Voe fought the urge to rush the red demon with physical affection, and as if he could read her mind he spoke again. “You may embrace me if you like.”

She rushes him with a hug that Alastor was only mildly prepared for, jerking at the amount of force his body was hit with. Once over the initial shock, however, Alastor dissipates his cane and wraps one of his arms around his doe, using the other hand to stroke her hair.

“Thank you,” she speaks into his chest, rubbing her face into it.

“You’re welcome. Did you mean those things you said to Vox about me?” She blushes and looks up at him with a shy smile, nodding. “Well, then you wouldn’t mind helping me clean up that fiasco you unwittingly caused. I do still have a reputation to uphold.”

“Um, okay. How?”

“Figure something out, my dear!”

She stops to think for a few moments, digging deep down into her brain “Maybe we could lean into it?”

“Explain.”

“Maybe…we could be a thing?”

Alastor raises his brow in confusion “I cannot court someone I am not in love with.”

“We wouldn’t be ‘dating’, we’d be…partners.”

“Partners?”

“Yeah, we’re closely involved with one another. But I wouldn’t be your ‘girlfriend’” She rolls her eyes at the thought. 

“What’s the difference between that and a friendship?”

“There are rules, or well commitments that each party has to follow up on to keep this a partnership. You can’t just go off all willy-nilly. Well I guess you can if you want to” she laughs “It can be as chaotic as you like.”

Alastor tilts his head “That sounds confusing.”

She doesn’t miss a beat with her mischievous smile “So are we.” Alastor takes a moment to consider her words “Listen we both know you have…feelings for me and I have…feelings for you. We might as well embrace the inevitable. It was bound to happen anyway. “

He stands in front of her thinking about it, debating on if this is good for him and his image. 

“To lay down some rules then.” He sits down and crosses his legs “From this moment forward, you are not to bless anyone else with your…company. “

“What? What am I supposed to do when it’s not mating season?” She stepped forward “I can’t just wait to have sex for a few months every year!”

“While I normally do not crave sexual intimacy, I am perfectly content with fulfilling your needs. Besides, there are other things outside of penetration, my dear.” His smile turns into a smirk

“Okay.. well what else?”

“You are allowed to continue to touch me..with the exchange of you no longer touching others.”

“In what way?”

“Intimately or sexually of course. I’m not a monster.”

She smirks back at him “Ha. You and I both know that you are.” She leans on the wall “Tell me the rest.”

“Only a few more.” He closes his eyes while gesturing with his hands “I will not engage in public displays of affection. And lastly, I do enjoy kissing you, so that will continue.” He lays his hands back down on his knees “That is all.”

Voe crosses her arms and shifts her weight to one side “Can I sit on your lap?”

“Yes.” He speaks factually while uncrossing his legs

She approaches and takes a seat on him. “Okay…so some rules for you..” she thinks “No calling me by my given name in front of people. When you speak to me, no radio filter, and take pictures with me. If I ask you to spend time with me, then you do. Lastly, I would like you to touch me more.”

“How would you like me to touch you?”

“Any way. Just not rough, keep that in the bedroom. I’m soft.” She places her hands on her stomach. 

Alastor uses his sharp fingers to climb up her back. “Is that all?” he asks, his voice devoid of filter

“Um, call me a good girl.”

Alastor chuckles deeply “You and I both know that you’re not,” grinning smugly

“Just call me one!”

“Fair enough.” He puts his hand on her shoulder and smiles, staring into her eyes. 

“No contracts?”

He breathes deeply “None.”

They look at each other with understanding, grabbing each other’s hands. 

“Deal.”

Alastor gently grabs Vera’s face and rubs his nose against hers, which she happily reciprocates.

THE END...

(just because! lol)

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Duck Adam au:

Alastor finds out "grumpy"s true identity first so he make an entire podcast episode about all the evidences on adam being grumpy ,he only shows it to the hotel gang but absolutely nobody believes him cuz they think its an another excuse to eat grumpy (whice to be fair it also is )

Alastor: It's that angel prick Adam! Think about it!

Lucifer: I've thought about it and you're crazy.

Grumpy/Adam is currently on the brim of Lucifer's hat looking smug.

Charlie: Adam died Alastor, we all watched it happen there's no coming back from angelic steel.

Alastor: LOOK AT HIM! The tuff of hair, the golden eyes, the little horns, his ATTITUDE! What duck likes to eat ribs, cake and pizza?

Lucifer: The spoiled kind. You just want to put him in that stew of yours. Which even if Grumpy were Adam, it still wouldn't happen asshole.

Adam hisses a quack at Alastor.

Adam: Eat shit fucker.