#i said before she's an angel covered in gore.

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i’ll beg whatever gods i need to. | cregan stark

cregan stark x f!wife!reader

format: one-shot

tw: MDNI warning (oh boy here we go) in depth descriptions of gore and bodily injury, blood, ANGST, cregan crying and in pain, mentions of religion and praying, hurt/comfort, more angst, angry cregan, insecure!cregan, unprotected piv, oral (both receiving), face riding, cowgirl, breeding kink (duh he’s a stark), uncut cregan. (written in 3rd person POV) (she/ her pronouns)

word count: 5,539

excerpt: Whatever angelic being had blessed this world with his form, she begged of it to leave him with her. However broken or scarred, she didn’t care, she just needed him. With tears streaking her face she looked up to the heavens in anguish, begging anyone who could hear her to please, let him come back to me.

- or -

cregan gets mauled by a direwolf.

song inspirations: youth by Daughter, human by Daughter, i gave you all by Mumford & Sons, heavy in your arms by Florence and The Machine, i found by Amber Run, roslyn by Bon Iver and St. Vincent, work song by Hozier, family tree by Ethel Cain, in the woods somewhere by Hozier, glory by Dermot Kennedy

The hour of the owl came passing over Castle Black, and still Cregan had not returned from his patrol of the Wall. Her worry had grown tenfold, the knot in her stomach was now a heavy stone. She knew something was amiss. Moving from their shared chambers to the corridors of the small castle, she decided a short walk may alleviate some of her anxiety, allowing her to clear her head.

However after only several minutes of beginning to wander, she heard commotion coming from the direction of the courtyard. Yelling and shrieking, men could be heard barking orders at each other, calls for the maester were loud, but the one thing that rose above it all was the most blood curdling roar she’d ever heard. Not wasting any time, she ran through the narrow hallways towards the source of the noise, only to come to a dead stop, the beating of her heart doing the same.

There he lay on a gurney in the middle of the courtyard, thrashing against the hands trying to hold him still. Crying out in agony as the maester tried his best to assess the situation at hand.

“Oh gods…” she gasped when the source of his pain became clear to her. His armor was covered in deep crimson streaks of blood, the leather ripped to shreds revealing the metal beneath. His face, contorted in pain, bore two long gashes from above his right eyebrow and trailing down his temple into his hairline. It seemed as if a deep crimson curtain had been pulled over half of his face as the blood seeped from the deep, jagged cuts. However the worst of his injuries were to his left shoulder, which seemed to be attached only by the grace of the gods. It was so gruesome she began to feel ill. The bone of his upper bicep was exposed, the flesh hanging from it. Blood seeping profusely from the wounds, teeth marks littered his forearm and hands. The fabric of his pants torn and she could see more crescent shaped puncture wounds littered across his legs, and his right ankle was bent at a sickening angle. They were large, belonging to something much bigger than anything she had seen in the North. A direwolf.

A young knight was holding the Stark ancestral sword, Ice, which was now covered tip to hilt in blood. Another man standing next to the knight who bore her husbands sword, stepped towards her.

“My Lady you mustn’t be here, you should not witness this,” he said, trying to block her view of her husband.

“No! No, I must be with him,” she rushed forward, only to be stopped by the strong arms of the guard holding her back.

“Please! He’s my husband, I have to -,” she began to plead with the man keeping her in her place before Cregan’s loud yell stopped her sentence short. The maester and his assistant were beginning to pack his wounds with whatever clean cloth the other men could find, Cregan seemed as if he was trying to pull away. Arching at the contact to his arm and shoulder, neck straining and face red as another scream erupting from deep within him. Tears were streaming down his face as it crumpled into an expression she never thought she’d see from him; fear.

It took two full grown men to hold him still, even in his weakened state, as they began to move him from the damp ground. Although, consequently the motion caused his body to shift and in turn sent him into another fit of agony.

At the sounds of his screams getting even more broken and strangled, her knees fell weak, slumping into the man’s hold as the air left her lungs.

He could die, the thought crossed her mind when she caught a glimpse of the expanse of blood leftover on the muddy ground.

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They had placed him in their bedchamber and the maester had since given Cregan milk of the poppy to calm him. He had been cleaned up and mended as best as the maester and his assistant could manage. They had also taken measures to prevent infection, although they informed her that it wasn’t fail safe and to be prepared for any outcome.

“He will have an incredibly long recovery period… if he survives,” the maester said to her as he wiped his hands of her husbands blood, his voice lowering as he spoke of his Lord’s possible death. She only nodded, eyes wide, feeling as if she was submerged in water. All the words being said to her were muffled and distorted. Some of the men from the Watch had tried to pull her from the bedchambers when they had first begun to work on him, whispering false reassurances and pleading with her to not witness this.

She couldn’t look away from his limp form laying on their shared bed, smothered in white bandages that were slowly blossoming red. However, his torso was somewhat unmarked by the direwolf’s teeth and claws (save for several deep purple bruises beginning to show their full form) due to the steel armored chest piece he had adorned upon her request, just before leaving for his patrol.

This might be his deathbed, she thought to herself. Tears beginning to pool on her lashes.

“I shall leave you. I will return in several hours to replenish the milk of the poppy… if he wakes again,” the maester looked down at the floor in despair. Exiting the room, the maester bid his condolences.

Nearing the bed, she knelt down and lightly took his hand in hers, brushing her lips over his bandaged knuckles and letting out a shaky breath.

“Please, my love you must wake up. Heal well and return to me, do not leave me in this world without you,” she pleaded with the unmoving form in front of her. The tears beginning to fall as she placed her head upon the bed next to their interlocked hands.

She did not pray, she never had found an interest in paying much attention to the new gods or the old. But in this moment she found herself reaching out for guidance as she called upon the gods to help him. Whatever angelic being had blessed this world with his form, she begged of it to leave him with her. However broken or scarred, she didn’t care, she just needed him. With tears streaking her face she looked up to the heavens in anguish, begging any god that could hear her to please, let him come back to me.

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The night dragged on, as if time had been weighed down by the gravity of the situation, and on its continued trek forward it somehow had slowed.

The maester had come and gone twice before, but Cregan had not woken yet. She refused to move from his side the entire time, having wept for hours she now felt empty and void of anything at all.

“My Lady you must eat,” a guard had come in, trying his best to persuade his Lady of the North to eat something or else she would fall ill.

“I am not hungry,” she flatly responded to the young man, whose face fell as he nodded and exited the room.

It was several more hours before Cregan awoke, he was still deep within the fog of the poppy’s milk but he was whispering something. His mouth barely moving, the sound coming out more like a silent prayer than a word.

He spoke her name, breathed it more like. But still, through all the hell he had been through in the last several hours, his mind only fell upon her.

“My love,” she said softly, lifting his hand to her lips once more. “My love, can you hear me?” She asked, but was met with nothing. Cregan drifting back into sleep, leaving her in the silence once again.

He woke like this periodically over the next several days, the maesters visiting every couple of hours to assess his wounds and change his bandages. Still all the while providing him with an ample amount of milk of the poppy to ward off his pain. They were somehow successful in warding off any major infections to the wounds, which was nothing short of a miracle. They had spent hours on different herbal remedies to help the Lord of the North heal without a fever.

As the days passed, she still refused to leave his side. Six days had passed by the time Cregan finally gained enough consciousness to express his pain level.

She had been napping in a chair next to the bed where he lay. Waking suddenly to the sound of a loud, pained groan.

“Cregan!” She gasped, his eyes opened just slightly, and she saw they were bloodshot but open nonetheless. He hissed in pain as she touched his hand.

“What’s happened?” He asks weakly, looking down at the bandages still covering most of his body.

“There was an incident beyond the Wall when you went to patrol the perimeter several days ago. They say you and the men were attacked by a direwolf.” She explains softly. His face drops, his eyes going wide at the memory. With some effort he tried to look down at his left shoulder, and when met with the sight of layers and layers of white bandages, he grimaced.

“I remember,” he whispers. His eyes closing as he inhales deeply, wincing again at the movement. When he opens his eyes again she can see the tears gathered within them.

“I - I cannot feel my hand,” he said, his voice breaking as he looked down at his left hand once again, his dominant hand.

“I will fetch the maester, it must just be a symptom of the damage caused. They will mend it though, as they have everything else,” she reassured him and stood to leave and get the maester, but they both know her reassurance was empty of any fact.

Worry gripped at her stomach again as the maesters words rang within her ears; “he will have an incredibly long recovery period”.

But what if there was no recovering fully from this? What if he would never be able to wield a sword again? Or walk properly? The thoughts swam in her mind, each drowning out the other.

She returned shortly with the maester, who breathed a sign of relief at the sight of Cregan fully awake.

He tried to offer Cregan more milk of the poppy before he began assessing the healing progression of his injuries, but Cregan refused.

“My Lord, I do not wish to see you in pain. But I must remove the bandages -,” the older man tried to explain, but Cregan cut him off curtly.

“Then do it,” he said, his face stern.

“Cregan, please listen to the maester, this is going to be more painful than you think,” she tried to reason with him, but his jaw was set and so was his mind.

“As you wish, my Lord,” the old healer nodded solemnly, moving to remove the first bandage. Upon contact with his arm Cregan did not grimace or contort in pain, his brows furrowed as if confused.

“I cannot feel it,” he said, his voice sounding far away, as if was in shock at the realization finally setting in.

“What, my love?” She inquired, looking at his arm as the maester began to unwrap more of the white fabric. The stitches were surrounded by bruised skin, what couldn’t be stitched back together was healing under a protective salve the maester had prepared. It will scar badly, but it didn’t matter, they were able to save his arm when she was more than certain he would lose it. As the maester lifted his arm Cregan had no reaction, just staring blankly into space. She was sure he must be in pain but he wasn’t reacting to what the maester was doing whatsoever.

“My darling, are you alright?” She asked him quietly, placing a hand under his chin to turn him to face her.

“I cannot feel anything,” he said, still his voice was hollow.

“What do you mean?” She questioned, not fully understanding what he meant by that.

“In my arm, it does not hurt because I cannot feel it,” he explained finally meeting her eyes. That was where she saw the flicker of fear again come across his face, worry painting his features.

“This is my dominant hand, I must be able to use it whenever necessary. It is the hand with which I wield Ice. But now I am not even able to move it. I am no longer a sufficient warrior… or man,” he said, his voice shaking as tears came to his eyes. The maester gave Cregan a pitiful look that just upset the Lord more.

“No, no that is not true my love,” she rushed to comfort him, cradling his face, making sure to avoid the stitches on his brow and temple.

“Do not do this to yourself, my darling. Do you understand what you have survived? You were attacked by a direwolf, Cregan… and you survived. That is next to impossible, but here you are,” she said, her voice soft and dripping in empathy. Brushing a tear from just under his eye as it began to fall. He shifted his gaze away from her, his eyes hardening again.

“But what good is survival if I am no longer able to live how I am meant to?” He said, still not meeting her eyes.

“It will take some adjustment, but we will get through this. You will get through this,” she assured him.

“Cregan… look at me,” she says quietly, trying to get him to connect with her again and not sink deeper into his darkening thoughts.

“Look at me, now,” she commanded in a more firm tone, which caused him to finally look at her once more, a sheepish expression in his eyes.

“Stop this at once,” she said, still holding her firm tone. He nodded and sighed, knowing he would not win this one. But as he cast his eyes downwards and frowned slightly, she knew he couldn’t be swayed in this moment from the doubt that was consuming him.

This will be a long recovery indeed, she thought to herself.

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About thirteen moons after Cregan had been nearly killed by the direworf, the head of which now hung in the council room, he had recovered quite well by what the maesters had told her.

The Lord and Lady of Winterfell had since moved back from their residence at Castle Black when Cregan was finally well enough to travel. Although his body was healing well with time, his mind only sunk deeper into the belief he was now not worthy of his station as Warden of The North and the Lord of Winterfell. He had become easily irritated and many days she wished to not spend time with him, however she understood this too shall pass. She had sworn to him in her marriage vows to be by his side through sickness and in health, and she had no intention of breaking those vows in her lifetime.

As the Winter continued on, and as Cregan's strength grew back and the feeling began to make its way back into his limb, he was insistent on beginning his sword work training. She understood his urgency, finally having hope after such a long time of uncertainty was an addicting sort of feeling. It was hard for Cregan to accept that he would have to relearn how to use a sword with this new complication, and not train as he once did, as if nothing had happened.

Once the maester overseeing the Lord's care had cleared him to begin his lessons, she asked him if she would be able to accompany him. He agreed instantaneously, he was going to ask her anyways, feeling much better in her presence than anyone elses.

She busied herself with a book, perching upon several barrels of wine that sat on the edge of the courtyard, waiting to be taken to the cellars. Cregan had begun his lessons, and within minutes was already frustrated at the difficulty he had with even just handling the sword, let alone swinging it. She watched from the distance with a frown painting her face as he continued to struggle and bark at the knight he was sparring when he would try to offer his help. After much protest, Cregan finally gave into the offers to get him a wooden sword to wield instead. It was easier for him to handle, however his skill had rusted over with time and lack of use. His frustration became paramount when the young man bested him again, Cregan threw down his sword and stepped forward, grabbing his opponent by the collar.

"Do you wish to humiliate your Liege Lord?! Get out of my sight at once!" he roared in the mans face, causing him to stumble back and retreat from Cregan as quickly as possible.

She sat watching the scene as her own anger began to surface, standing and coming towards Cregan once he'd let the other man go, still breathing heavily and fuming.

"Come with me, now," she growled as she wrapped a firm hand around his good wrist, pulling him along behind her like a toddler being scolded and hauled off for punishment. She thought it best to bring him to their bedchambers as the conversation they needed to have was private.

Once they had entered their shared chambers Cregan immediately started in on his defense, to which she put up a silent palm in his direction, causing his sentence to halt before it finished.

"I can not do this anymore," she said softly, trying to keep her voice level, but to no avail. Placing a hand over her mouth as she began to silently weep, still refusing to look at him.

He softened immediately at the sight of her tears, hating desperately to make her upset. He took a step forward and brought his hand to her cheek, getting her to turn to him. She did not lift her gaze from the floor, sniffling lightly and trying to keep her tears from cascading and overflowing.

"You cannot do what anymore, love?" Cregan asked gently, moving his right hand to place at the back of her neck, and the other moving under her chin. His fingers intertwined into her hair at the back of her head as he tipped her head back slightly using the finger beneath her chin to raise her face to his. Taking another step closer to her he engulfed her in his size, pressed against her body, in complete control. Cradling her head completely in his hands, he moves the hand below her chin to place on her cheek once more.

"What was it, hmm?" he hummed to her, bringing his lips to brush against hers. She had become putty to mold as he wished, letting out a small sigh as he continued to tease the possibility of a kiss.

But in that moment she remembered her anger and could not let the lust for her husband overpower something that was becoming a serious issue between him and the rest of the world. She pushes away suddenly, putting space between them again. Cregan lets out an exasperated sigh as his hands fall to his sides.

"I can not possibly understand the stress you are under, and the constant unease you must feel within yourself. But I can understand how that affects me, and how that has affected our staff and those on your court. You were not slain, Cregan! You still have so much to live for, even if it means you cannot see battle again. That is what your army is for. Your value lies more in your character and not your physical form. Allowing that of which keeps you on solid ground to be the demise of what lies within your head, when you are so intelligent, and kind, and humorous. That is a sin, and the more treacherous of fates to befall a Warden of the North, even more so than a direwolf." She said, silence filled the room as Cregan realized he had no rebuttal. She was right after all, he could have been killed, and the fact he is allowing his mind to destroy what a direwolf couldn't, well it just seemed downright mad.

"I am so sorry, I never saw it that way," he responded softly, his heart feeling some what heavy in his chest as he felt the onslaught of emotion begin to creep up his throat. He had repressed so much in wanting to keep a certain image, and with his own wife being able to see through his facade so clearly, he realized how much pain he was really holding in. With that thought the dam broke as he let out a choked sob, leaning on the back of a chair closest to him he began to fall weak to his emotions.

At the sound of his whimper she turned around again, seeing him holding the bridge of his nose as he wept uncontrollably. Barely keeping himself upright with the back of the chair next to him.

"Oh, my darling," she went to him, quickly gathering him into her arms and bringing him down to kneel on the ground as she sat in the chair he was using for support. With his head tucked to her breast and his arms tightly wound around her body, hands finding purchase in her hair, he finally began to rack with sobs. She just let him collapse into her, stroking the hair from his face, tracing the scar on his temple and kissing his hairline. All the while cooing sweet reassurances into his ear.

"I have you my love, I have you," she whispered into his hair as he began to regain his breath. Not letting her go in the slightest, but relaxing nonetheless, Cregan began to breathe normally again, silent tears still coming from his eyes every now and then.

But he knew he was safe, and above all, he knew he was loved unconditionally.

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“Cregan, we cannot you aren’t healed properly yet,” she breathed out in a sigh as his lips traced the column of her throat.

“Your shoulder… and your ankle, it is too risky,” she tried to protest but the affect he had over her was undeniable.

“I am fine, my love. I am in need of my wife. It has been many moons and I cannot refrain any longer, injuries be damned,” he said, scoffing at the last part of his statement. Her skin was set alight with his touch as she leaned into him more. Laying in their bed, beneath a mountain of furs, he began to move atop of her, but she stopped him.

“If we are to do this, you will not lift a finger, is that clear?” She said firmly, and Cregan’s eyebrows rose in surprise at his wife’s sudden dominance, his cock twitching within his small clothes. He nodded quickly as he moved to lay back against the many pillows, eyes darkening as she rose from the bed to lean back on her heals. Very slowly she removed her shift, revealing the whole of her body to him.

“It is as if you are a goddess yourself, there is no need for religion when you are the alter I pray at, and the deity I pray to,” he whispered as he took in the sight. His mind putting to memory every curve, every inch of skin he laid his eyes on. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her naked before, but after such restraint it is like they are newlyweds once again. With her help he removed his tunic and small clothes, breath shaky as he looked down upon her naked form crawling up his body.

She was gentle with her touch, ghosting it over the small scars that now cover each of his legs. He shivers at the contact but does not pull away, allowing the sensitivity to wash over him and settle within his groin. He reaches with his good arm to touch her face, but she retracts to his disappointment.

“No touching,” she said with a small smirk forming at the corner of her lips. The mischievous look in her eyes was enough for him to understand it would be better to not protest. Leaning down she places soft kisses across his thighs, moving closer to his stiff member, his hips buck involuntarily as she finally takes his tip into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the top just before pulling down his foreskin to lick at his sensitive slit.

A groan erupted from deep within his chest, wavering at the end as he gasped and sputtered. She had taken him fully into her mouth at this point, beginning to move up and down his length in a rhythmic motion.

His chest flexed as he threw his head back, his right hand hovering just next to her jaw. Knowing she would stop if he disobeyed her direct instructions, he held himself back from caressing her face. Broken gasps and whimpers were falling unabashedly from the Warden of the North’s lips, his strong, muscled body molding into putty in her hands.

Suddenly she rose and removed her mouth from him, to his disappointment. Breathing hard he kept his eyes on hers as she began to move even further up his body. His brows knitting into one another as he wondered what exactly she was doing, until it clicked, and the biggest smile graced his handsome features. He understood and shifted himself to be fully lying down, moving down the bed slightly to give her room as she moved to take her rightful place on his face. He hummed happily at the sweet taste of her on his tongue once again, having not indulged in his most favorite delicacy in far too long. She let out a sharp gasp as his lips wrapped themselves around her sensitive pearl, sucking lightly before exploring her deeper. She looked down to see his eyes closed and the most blissfully content look upon his face as he continued to ravage her with just tongue. Switching between broad strokes of his tongue along her cunt to small kitten licks upon her clit that had her panting and grinding her hips down onto him. The scruff on his unshaven face added to the sensational feeling against her as he sank his tongue within her finally. Moaning uncontrollably and quite loudly, she found herself leaning against the headboard for support as her body began to give into the pleasure he was bringing her.

“That’s it, my darling. Fall apart for me, I have you,” he coaxed, breath hitting her clit, causing her to groan, which shortly turned into the most obscenely moan. He hooked his left arm around her waist and continued to guide her to completion. With his tongue in her cunt and his nose teasing her clit, she came apart with nothing short of a scream of his name. Throwing her head back as she felt her muscles go limp from the intensity of her orgasm.

“So perfect for me,” he whispers to her, kissing the inside of her thighs softly.

She smiled and breathed out a sigh of relief as she had been just as pent up as he’s been, and finally getting some form of release was euphoric to say the least.

As she moved from his face she could see the way his lips shown with the remnants of her. She looked down to see his cock almost impossibly bigger than when she had first taken him into her mouth. She couldn’t wait any longer, and neither could he. Grabbing ahold of her hips he quickly shifts her down his body back to his waist. The tip catching at her entrance ever so slightly and they both moaned loudly in unison.

With his right hand having an iron grip on her hip, he helped her position her on top of him. As she began to sink down on his length it was as if all the air in the room had suddenly been removed. The sensation punching the air out of her lungs.

Cregan thought he was seeing the gods, his vision almost going completely white as he feels her tight, hot cunt envelope him. Arching his spine while his eyes roll to the back of his head as soon as she is fully seated on him. Staying still for a second to give them both a minute to catch their breath, she regains her strength and begins to shift her hips.

“Touch me,” she commanded softly, he didn’t need to be told twice. He moved to sit up, his forehead resting on her sternum, placing open mouthed kisses between the valley of her breasts before taking one into his mouth. His left arm secures her hips in his hold while the other hand snakes its way into her hair. Grabbing at the roots he tugs her head back to expose more of her neck to him. Laying hot, wet kisses upon any expanse of skin he could reach. As his grip around her waist tightened slightly, he kept guiding her to ride his cock slowly, thrusting up every so often causing her to choke on a moan.

“Cregan…,” she moaned his name, groans continuing to slip from her mouth as he moved to suck on her other breast. Gently lapping at the nipple as she whimpered.

“So gorgeous, my love. So good for me. Taking me so - nnnggh - well,” he grunted out, groaning when she squeezed him as his words sent a shock wave to her core. She threaded her fingers into his chocolate strands, pulling slightly earning another pleased noise from her husband.

“I’ve missed this, I’ve missed us,” she pants, looking down at his face. As he looks up, her breath catches at the sight of her fucked-out husband and his pink cheeks and kiss swollen lips.

“I know, me too,” he responds breathlessly, she cups his face and brings her lips to his. It’s messy, he crushes his mouth to hers and suddenly begins thrusting upwards, hitting that one spot deep within her.

Her gasp causes him to pull away from the kiss, but not from her. Their mouths still close, breathing in each others air as he continues to thrust into her. Tipping his head back as his face scrunches in pleasure and groaning loudly, he then ducks his head into the curve of her neck as his thrusts get more and more sloppy. His right arm still snaked up her back and his hand tangled in her hair to keep her close. She was reaching the precipice of heaven for the second time that evening, and he could tell. The way she began to squeeze him, how she fluttered around him, he knew.

“I know, my love. Give yourself to me,” he begged, whispering the pleas in her ear before kissing the shell of it. With several more thrusts she was coming undone around him, moaning and gasping as she collapses into him. With only several more thrust he too was coming undone in the most beautiful way. Flushed and groaning, he is the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Only moments afterwards, still basking in their post-coital glow, he lays back against the pillows once more. Placing a hand directly over her womb, he mutters something about “seeing her round with child in several moons” and she felt his cock jump within her as he continues to cradle his hands around her lower stomach.

“I can’t wait for you to bare my children, my love,” he states, looking into her eyes with such adoration. Resting her hands atop his she nods.

“I can’t wait to be the mother of your children, I’m sure I will be soon,” she responds, equal adoration radiating off her.

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She missed her moon’s blood the following month, and he was the happiest he had been in a very long time.

Although the feeling never fully returned in his left arm and hand, he had re-learned how to wield Ice with just as much skill as he did before the incident. His ankle and legs did recover after more than a year of rehabilitation, but eventually he no longer walked with a limp.

The gratitude which he felt was immeasurable. Thinking about how many ways his life could have been different if he didn’t have her to keep him sane through the most difficult thing he had ever faced; losing his physical strength and health. Most days feeling as if he couldn’t go on, but then she would be at his side to aid him in whatever he needed. Never wavering in her love or loyalty to him.

He woke every day from then on thanking the old gods and the new for sparing one of their angels to be his wife.

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the lakes (11) // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.

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midnight rain

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warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, gore/violence/death, poisonous fog, mental illness, paranoia, self-hate, terms of endearment, manipulation of someone's feelings, unedited, no use of Y/N

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Although his hands were sweaty and the last thing you needed was extra body heat, when Finnick’s fingers played with the ends of your hair and rubbed your shoulder you refused to let out a complaint. You would have rather died of heat stroke than rid yourself of his comforting touch. Especially since he'd insisted you needed to rest and this was helping you, even if the paranoia was going to keep you on edge. Your eyes stayed glued shut in an attempt to just listen to what he said, but it was too hot, and your thoughts were too loud.

The pain in your head had pretty much ceased, but the threat of infection was extreme. What would Finnick do if you died that way? Would he let himself die to protect Katniss, the rebellion? Even if in the hypothetical you would be dead, the thought made your heart still with guilt. It has consumed you more recently, the idea that like how you couldn't live without Finnick, he couldn't live without you. Of course, it didn't make any sense to you. He was him, so much to give, to offer, so beloved that there was so much more out there for him. Yet, the way he talked increased your fright that that's not how he saw himself. When his burning hand pulled its contact away from you, it snapped your head back into reality. Eyes opened as you watched Finnick walking away and heard the ringing sound of a sponsor gift.

Your hands, equally covered in perspiration, went to wipe your face of it, all in vain. “I think it's a spile." Katniss finally said, grabbing whatever item had arrived and walking to a nearby tree. You hadn't a clue what she was talking about. Were you losing it already? What was a spile?

“A what?" Finnick asked, following her. It was good at least to know you weren't delusional. Whatever it was must not be something of use back home if you both had no idea what it was. Peeta had raised from wherever he'd been laying to follow to accompany them as Katniss tapped the item into the tree. She looked at it expectantly and you weren't sure what had happened at first when they all gasped excitedly. Then Finnick was in front of you again, “Let’s get you up, angel, there's water.” Maybe that's what all this confusion was, dehydration. Without effort he had pulled you to your feet.

It was like a miracle to see clean water pouring out of the spile and Peeta pulled away to let you have your turn. The moment it hit your tongue it was so refreshing, you'd gone so long without a drink your body had almost tricked itself into forgetting how dry your mouth had been. But the water brought instant relief, you splashed some on your face before pulling yourself away to make room for Finnick.

Unexpectedly being hydrated and having the ability to drink more whenever needed calmed you more then you'd anticipated. Regardless of how exhausted your body was when Finnick urged you to lay down and try to rest once again, you were reluctant. Even if it was unlikely, part of you asked, what if you fell asleep and it was the last time you saw him?

“Finnick, I'm fine! I'll keep lookout too, you've been taking care of everything all day, you've got to be exhausted." He sighed at your refusal.

"You're so sweet, that it's infuriating. Please, angel, you need to rest. I will be less tired knowing you're not.” His ocean eyes begged yours, hand stroking your cheek softly.

“That's not how that works." He deserved rest, to lay down. You were perfectly capable of staying there with Katniss. The darkest depths of your paranoia asked you why he wasn't comfortable letting you watch over, if didn't trust you. However, the thought was gone as soon as it made its appearance, if there was one thing you knew it was that you trusted him.

“Please." He whispered and you sighed before mumbling an agreement, there was no way you'd win this argument.

“Will you lay by me?"

He stared at you for a second like he was contemplating, “I’ll just be a few feet away, just on watch.”

You wanted to ask him why he couldn't just do that while laying with you, but you knew he wouldn't say no if there wasn't a reason. Maybe he planned on trying to gain more of Katniss’ trust by staying up with her. Regardless it's not like you would be able to fall asleep if he wasn't there anyways, you couldn't remember the last time you had. It was as if the moment he was away you lost all body heat and couldn't rest unless he was there.

The idea of even verbalizing that made you feel guilty, so you just rolled your eyes and began walking in the other direction to lay down. "Fine."

You could sense his own eye roll at your dramatics and you found yourself a spot between the roots in one of the trees. Staring at the sky through the tree branches when Finnick’s voice reached you through the still air, “Your eyes are still open." You turned your head his way to throw him a glare which he simply laughed at before turning to walk closer by Katniss. It was easy to get lost in your thoughts, the sounds of insects chirping and buzzing somewhere. It was almost peaceful, if there hadn't been the looming fear of death.

This was interrupted when a banging noise cracked through the arena, you shot up, but there didn't seem to be any actual danger. You could see Katniss and Finnick looking up at the sky which quickly ceased. With no threat at hand you cautiously laid back down. Not long had passed before you heard footsteps coming in your direction, you turned your head to the noise.

“You're supposed to be resting." Finnick remarked, laying down by you.

“I'm trying." You scoffed and he raised his eyebrows with a knowing look in his eyes, “Aren't you supposed to be keeping watch, or did you feel guilty for refusing to comfort your wife?"

“If she's going to stay up and keep watch then I might as well sleep. Shows her I trust her too.” His warm arms wrapped around you as he gazed at you. The paranoid voice was back, gnawing in your brain, asking why he wouldn't let you keep a lookout with them. “You okay?" He asked, brows furrowed.

“Yeah." You muttered, shaking away the intrusions. “Well that's good because I couldn't have slept without you anyways." Snuggling deeper into his arms as your noses touched.

“Glad I could be of service then, Mrs. Odair." Finnick pressed a kiss to your lips. Tucked into his arms you were finally able to push away most of the fears, to act like it was just you in Finnick’s arms, falling asleep under the stars. Like you were at home, just the two of you in love. Maybe if you thought about that long enough you'd find the few and far between relief of a sweet dream about the two of you. You tried to convince yourself that you were on the beach with him, that he was keeping you warm as the salt air grazed your face. That the moonlight would shine on the ethereal waters and brighten your face. Eventually you were able to drift into sleep thinking about those fantasies, or maybe they were memories, who knew your brain felt like it had been on overdrive. However, your comfortable rest was interrupted when Katniss was screaming in pain and urging you all, desperately, to run.

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“We should start staking out the Careers, find a plan of attack." This was the beginning of the end, you told yourself, once they were gone the four of you would have to do the same to each other. But Marlowe was still right, as a team you needed to get rid of the biggest threat.

"How are we supposed to find them?” Birch asked, looking around incredulously.

"The arena can't go on forever, plus they'll be confident enough to start fires and be louder.” You sat on the muddy ground, throwing your knife into random spots. The arena had begun to warm up on day 5 and the rain had become progressively warmer until day 7. Although the lack of pouring rain was a blessing, it was also a curse since it made finding water a priority once again, and there wasn't much iodine left.

Besides natural causes you'd assumed the other tributes who's faces you'd seen in the sky at night probably died at their hands. It was almost harrowing to think about how you could very soon die at their hands as well, but you had to trust that your group could overtake their’s.

“They're probably at the Cornucopia, that'd be typical." Conway’s arm was resting lazily on one of your shoulders. Marlowe nodded her head in agreement. “We should eat and then head that way."

You pulled a backpack closer to you, “I'll get the net."

“Marlowe and I will go check on the snares if you guys try and get fish." Birch and Marlowe headed off as you pulled the net out of the bag. Rising off the ground to find the nearest body of water.

You listened to the birds chirping before Conway broke the silence, “I don't know if I can do it." His admission was quiet, like he was nervous to say something.

“Do what?" You turned your face to look at him, his eyes glued to the ground.

“Kill them, the Career pack."

“You had a higher score than some of them and you're plenty strong, I'm sure you'll be fine."

Conway exhaled, he looked at you incredulously, "Not like that. I mean I don't think I can kill them, let myself kill them.”

"You killed in the Bloodbath."

"Only once and it's eating me up inside."

You stared at him in silence for what felt like an eternity, but was really just a few seconds. Before you tore your eyes away from him to look at the scenery around you, "Then don't, I’ll do it.”

"You've changed a lot, you know.” This caught you somewhat off guard, but you kept a straight face as you walked.

"I don't think I have, really.” Except in matters of paranoia and distrust which had greatly expanded, it really felt like at your core you were still you.

"With respect, princess, I don't think you would be as willing.”

"At home we weren't in these circumstances.”

"Seems there's a lot about you I don't know then.” The sound of his footsteps had stopped, so you turned to look at him. The two of your stared at each other, he seemed to be coming to terms with something and that made you nervous.

“I'm not saying I want to, just that sometimes you have to do what it takes to survive. Even if it's difficult or-”

"Untrue?” Conway finished, your stomach knotted. What was he getting at?

You sighed," Yeah, I guess.” He stared at you longer before he nodded his head and walked forwards. His aura was all off and it made you somewhat panic. “I'm sorry if that upsets you that I'm doing what it takes to go home." Your voice was more frustrated as you followed him. Finnick would have understood, the longer you went without him the more you longed to be with him, to be with someone who really got you.

He stopped walking and grabbed your arms, “It's okay, I understand. It's just hard to come to terms with when you remember that this is all designed to bring that out in us. To see the other side, not through rose colored glasses.” It was like he was having a different conversation that you weren't being let in on. An echo in your voice told you were done with your facade, that he'd figured it out, but you quiteted it. You'd done everything you could think of, why wouldn't he believe you?

Conway leaned in and kissed you, it was soft, sweet, like he'd never be able to kiss you again. He pulled away and gave a small frown as he looked at you longer, “We should go, we’ll probably find a pond of something soon." He began walking off and you stood still for a few seconds, mind trying to grasp what was going on. But you followed and he fell back into conversation about home as you netted for fish.

Eventually you'd all returned with your goods to eat before setting off towards where you'd assumed the Cornucopia must be and therefore, the Careers. It was a long, boring, pain seeking them out, observing their moves, planning your attack.

“Maybe if we wait them out they'll just turn on each other." Birch was crouched down in the long grass. “We could hit them when they're already untrusting." His thoughts were interrupted by a piercing scream. Your heads all snapped to look across the opening where the noise had come from. One of the Career’s was running towards the two waiting, as she ran a cannon went off. You couldn't hear what she was saying, but she looked frazzled, like she'd been running for her life.

“Looks like our window now, then." Marlowe muttered as she began trudging through the mud. You weren't sure that would be a great plan, that any of this was, but everybody else seemed to agree. Hiding the bags in the grass as they followed her. This wasn't well thought out enough. You tried to appear as though you agreed as you walked behind.

“Come to kick us when we're down?" One of the boy’s, Otto, yelled out. You cursed everyone for not trying to be more sly, not waiting until they were more off guard.

“What happened?" Birch asked, hatchet firmly in his hand. He nodded his head to the girl from District 1, Satin, who was shaking, legs covered in mud.

“There's these horrible crocodile creatures in the swamps." Satin's voice was shaky, she was forgetting herself, that she could die, and you pitied her. You recalled seeing her volunteer, but here she was struggling to maintain composure due to some Capitol mutants, it was gut wrenching to think about the shift between the glory and terror that must have occurred. Finnick had ensured that any Capitol propaganda about the Games and their respect was uprooted from your brain the moment he could.

“They got Aulus." Arria, you believed her name was, the female tribute from 2, said. Her voice didn't even quiver, but you could see some sadness in her eyes, that would've been her last connection to home.

“I'm sorry." Conway was so sincere and everyone stared at him for a second. You didn't know what it was in, respect for his kindness, disbelief because he was just another obstacle in winning, anger because he was a threat.

“Thanks for not just attacking us though, I’ll remember to say how compassionate you all were when I'm on my Victory tour." Otto’s scalpel chain was lunging forward, and unassuming Birch who'd stepped too close by got nicked across his arm as he tried to move out of the way. Hissing as he threw the hatchet at Otto, who turned to miss the weapon. Regretfully all you could think about was how much of a coward the boy was when he made a run for it as Birch scrambled to gather his weapon back.

“Get him Birch!" Marlowe screeched out as he followed. Then Conway was groaning as Arria slashed at him with her sword. Insticinually pushing his spear forward which caused her to shriek as it planted itself into her leg. You hated how slow everything felt like it was going, usually the climax of a Game's felt more rushed to watch, maybe this wasn't the real climax though. She slipped a bit as she tried to pull the spear out and stab at him with her sword. He had the clear upperhand now, to kill her, but he wasn't taking it. Just staring at her with pity.

‘I’ll just have to do it,’ you told yourself and threw the knife into her head. Conway’s face was hit with the splatter of blood and he stared at her body with shock as the cannon went off. Looking at you as you pulled the knife out of her head. You were disgusted with yourself, but desperate time called for desperate measures and you were so close to being able to go back home, see Finnick, feel the ocean, give to your family, to let that all pass up because he didn't want to kill her.

“Somebody had to do it." You muttered out numbly and then looked away at the yells of Marlowe and Satin. A pitchfork had been used to create a nasty hole in Marlowe’s leg and there was a bleeding gash in Satin’s side. Marlowe was able to plug the machete in just deep enough before Satin had gone back to her with the pitchfork and there was that terrible canon again.

“Come on." Conway’s hand tugged at yours and before you could ask questions he was pulling you along as he ran.

“What are you doing?" You asked when you finally gained comprehension.

“We have to go, Birch is gonna kill Otto and then it's just us left." You were back in the long grass, “We'll prolong this if we go hide, here, put the knives in the bag and we'll go find a new place to camp." Conway said breathlessly.

“It would be more fair for us, too all just fight it out now, all together."

“I heard them talking, they were gonna gang up on us and they're so strong, especially together." Your heart was starting to race, maybe he was right this surely was starting to feel climactic. You couldn't help that you were looking at him with suspicion though.

He must have sensed this though because he kissed you, “Trust me." Conway whispered out, hands taking the knives from you to place them in the bag. You nodded, if he was still kissing you he must believe you, and the Conway you knew wouldn't kill someone he loved. Then another cannon went off, either Otto or Birch, “Let's go." His explanation still didn't feel right but you nodded and followed. Blindly following your childhood best friend, the man who loves you and you could love back that way, into the marshes to try and keep you both alive for just a little bit longer.

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The screams of pain were instantly enough to stop you from being any sort of tired when you awoke.

“The fog is poison!" Katniss screeched and ran forwards. You could see the cloud of it rolling down towards you all and Finnick was immediately pulling you up, urging you forward.

You were all sprinting as fast as you could, eyes desperately searching for somewhere new to aim for. The fog seemed to be everywhere, like it was getting faster and surrounding any place you could have thought to sprint. You could feel your heart pounding in your skull as you scrambled. Willing yourself not to pause when you heard Katniss cry out quickly followed by Peeta. Your blurry vision is still able to make out their figures though which helps you keep going. Suddenly Finnick had tripped on one of the many vines and was yelling.

“Finnick!" You were screaming, trying to pull him forward out of the fog threatening to completely engulf him. He stumbled forward.

"Come on, angel.” Despite the searing pain he must have been in he grabbed you and then the fog hit one of your calves. You nearly fell forward as you howled out at the harsh, burning that blistered into your skin, enough pain to make you feel like you were going to throw up. Finnick yelled your name and forced you to keep running in any direction away from the fog which seemed to be in any direction you turned.

“Peeta!" You ran towards Katniss, Peeta was on the ground. Motionless besides the twitching muscles around the areas where the boils had taken over. “I can't carry him." Her voice was broken.

Finnick nodded, “Keep up." He looked at you somewhat sternly, but it was more coughing it out. Katniss and Finnick supported Peets and began moving forward as the looming cloud of death crept up. It was hard to move forward, your legs felt like they were going to melt off into a burning sludge. You felt guilty when you arm gripped onto Finnick's free one, trying to keep balance. Then the agonizing pain took over again, unbearable and shooting across your back. You swore that you could hear your skin sizzling in the fog, it was hard to keep your eyes from falling shut, from letting yourself collapse into the ground. Until you were rolling down a hill, the feeling was so harrowing that you let yourself tumble down and then lay dejected, waiting for the fog to consume you.

Katniss’ cries didn't even make you move, the fog must have got her, and this was all for nothing. We'll all die in the arena and the Games will go on next year and every year after that without incident. “The water, it helps!” She called out and you finally pried your eyes open, wincing at the excruciating feeling when you tried to move. Eyes trying to adjust as you crawled forward, trying to silence your whimpers, the pain felt nearly unendurable.

“Finnick." You croaked out, searching for him amongst the roots. Peeta and Katniss’ exhales of relief signaled to you where the water could be, but it wouldn't have felt right to help yourself before you could find him. Your eyes adjusted enough to see a figure laying not far in front of you, “Finnick!" Fingers clawing into the dirt as you pulled forwards not even wanting to think about what it would be like to try and stand again. Hands eventually landing on his chest, trying to shake him awake, he wasn't responding, and whatever pain you'd felt physically was somehow overwhelmed by the harrowing panic settling in. “Come on, Finnick, we have to go.” You tried to drag him towards the water, gasping out in pain as you tried to pull your own scorching body across the ground with his. “I can't get him." Your voice was hoarse and Katniss and Peeta was by you.

“Go wash yourself off, it gets rid of everything and Katniss and I will grab him." Peeta tried to reassure, crouching down. You tried to shake your head, nothing felt reasonable right now, you were too panicked, gripping onto Finnick tighter.

“Finn, you have to wake up. Please, I need you, please wake up." Hands were trying to grab your arms and you weakly tried to stop them. "I can't leave him.”

"You're not, we need to get you washed off and then we'll get him too.” Peeta said, pulling you up to lead you to the water.

“Get him first." You choked out, the physical pain, the emotional pain, all of it compounded was too much.

Then Katniss was pulling you forward from where Peeta had gotten you, she cupped her hands in the water, not dragging you in. She poured some of the water onto your arm and you could have sworn you saw steam leaving your skin as you nearly yelled at the increased pain before the relief.

“Come on, this is good, you can help grab him once you're better." She reassured, helping you pull yourself the rest of the way in. You nodded now and shrieked when the water overwhelmed each blister, the wisps of the poison leaving your body.

“Thank you." You stuttered out, but she was gone and Finnick was being dragged in by her and Peeta. He was screaming when he hit the water and you grabbed his shoulders as he tried to fight against it. “It's okay, it'll feel better, it's getting rid of it." You tried to reassure as he kept fighting back. “Finnick, Finnick, you're okay, this is helping.”

“We need to get our weapons." Katniss said to Peeta who ran off as you kept holding Finnick in the water. Finally Finnick’s eyes fully opened and you signed, letting yourself smile.

“I thought you were gonna die." You stopped holding down his shoulders to wipe away all the tears that had fallen from everything and the water itself.

He stood up, laughing, “Don't be too disappointed, I am in fact, still breathing."

You laughed in disbelief before wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you could, terrified that in a moment this could all melt away into a reality where he hadn't woken up. “Good.” Finnick kissed the top of your head and didn't think you'd ever be able to tear yourself away.

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[spnbabe67]

It Takes Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem Original Character

Summary: Dean and Tori get roped into doing a pregnancy yoga session and he reminisces on how he found out she was pregnant. (Dean's POV)

Warnings: Pregnancy, a little self doubt if you squint, mostly fluff

Word Count: 1246

Authors Note: This is a fluffy drabble. My friend, who is my biggest fan, wanted pregnant Tori and Dean so I decided to oblige her (kind of). This is also based on this scene from Dexter (2:17). Good show if you haven't seen it

“Babe, I love your brother, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind for prenatal activities.” Tori whispered to Dean as they both moved into another yoga pose, the latter waving his arms trying not to fall over

“I know the feeling.” Dean answered. The incense that was burning in the corner of the yoga studio was building a headache behind his eyes and the awkward positions the woman leading the session was leading them through were starting to cause dull aches in places he’d never hurt before. “But Sam insisted on this. Something about it making for an easier labor. And Liana’s a friend. Helped Eileen’s friend through her pregnancy I guess. Some kind of ‘guru’”

Tori snorted softly, earning her a nasty look from one of the women next to them. Dean watched as his lover opened her mouth, no doubt about to quip some sharp words, only to be stopped by Liana’s voice. 

“Alright folks. For our last exercise of the day, partners, I want you to face your woman,” the brunette walked between the couples, making her way to the front of the room. “And place your hand on her belly. I want you to send all your positive intentions to your unborn baby.”

Dean turned to face Tori, trying to ignore the icy hand clenching at his heart. He beheld Tori’s face, bright as when she’d first told him she was pregnant. 

Tori hadn’t been feeling well the days leading up to a hunt, so he and Sam had to track down a pair of Vetalas. It didn’t sit right with him to leave her by herself, puking her guts up, but Sam needed the back up and everyone else was already on one or not close enough. Dean had called Cas before they left, hoping that the angel could ease whatever ailed his lover.

He’d returned dirty, bloody and bruised, ready for a hot shower and Tori’s loving embrace. Not knowing if she was still sick, Dean had hit the showers first, scrubbing the gore from his body until his tanned skin was red. Only once he was wrapped in clean pajamas did he seek Tori out, finding her in their room tucked under the covers and illuminated by the soft yellow light from the bedside lamp.

Sam and the Impala had been the only home Dean knew from a very young age. But this, Tori, she’d become as much a home as he’d ever known. She was a warm Sunday afternoon, a glass of smooth whiskey after a long day. Home. He knew her like the back of his hand, what made her laugh, what made her cry.

“You look better.” Dean said softly, closing their bedroom door behind him.

“I feel better.” Tori shut the book she’d been reading, placing it on the nightstand.

She opened her arms, letting Dean shuffle over and half drape himself over her. His head rested over her heart, the 808 beat calming the last of the post-hunt adrenaline still coursing through his system. It’d become a ritual to curl into each other after a hunt, sometimes like this, Dean laying over top of her, other times Tori on his chest, his arms wrapped around her in a vice grip. The weight of each other's forms provided a grounding sensation, anchoring them to their reality, reminding them that they had each other.

Dean had to resist the urge to purr like a cat when Tori's fingers carded through his hair, scratching against his scalp. He ran his hands up and down her sides, reminding himself that this, her, was real and that she was safe, that nothing had happened while he and Sam were gone. The sweet hint of their laundry detergent wrapped around Dean like a blanket, leading him to nuzzle his face into her shirt in a fruitless pursuit to seemingly join their forms into one.

“Did Cas stop by?” Dean's voice rumbled into Tori’s stomach.

“Mmhm,” Tori hummed in confirmation, tracing the shell of his ear as she tucked the hair away. “He did his angel magic stuff and made me feel better. For now at least.”

Dean huffed a laugh through his nose, adjusting so he lay more flat over top of her, his torso slotted between her legs. The second half of her words gave him pause, looking up at Tori. “What do you mean, ‘for now'?”

“Well, according to Cas, I'll be feeling like this for a while.” Dean watched as Tori, his best friend, the love of his life, gained a shade of pink dusting high on her cheekbones. “Eight more months or so.”

It was like everything clicked into place at that moment for him. Every emotion, overwhelming joy, anxiety, everything hit him at once. His mind was on overdrive, eyes scanning her face to try and convince himself she wasn’t joking. She wouldn’t be that cruel to joke. 

“You mean?” His voice was hoarse, tears pricking at his eyes

He was met with the same misting of emotion in Tori's face as her lips quivered into a smile, nodding at him. “I'm pregnant.”

A half sob, half laugh escaped Dean as he leaned up, kissing Tori. If he were Sam, he could maybe use some fancy word to name whatever it was he was feeling right now. Elation, joy, glee. So many emotions threatened to take over, filling him until Dean wasn’t sure he could feel any more deeply than this, wasn’t sure he wanted to feel anything other than this. 

Dean started to reach out, hand shaking slightly, only to stop shy of touching Tori. Anxiety spread in his chest like oil in water. It terrified him, the idea of raising a child only to find himself acting like his father. Sure, he practically raised Sammy. But this was insurmountably different. This was his kid, he couldn't fuck this up. I just don’t want to hurt you, little one.

Dean was snapped out of his head by Tori's gentle grip on his hand. His eyes flashed to her face, seeing the reassuring smile on her beautiful face. He watched with bated breath as she guided his hand to her belly. His callouses caught on the delicate material of Tori's shirt as he made contact, feeling the small bump. Hands that were rough, that had only been used to kill things that gave most people nightmares, now so gentle as to feel the evidence of his devotion to Tori. 

Tears started to well up in his eyes as he smiled at Tori. They both let out a gasp, Dean resisting the urge to pull his hand away as small movements pushed against his palm. Both he and Tori stared at each other for a second, neither one wanting to voice what they felt in fear it wasn't real. 

“Did you-" Dean started

“Yeah.” Tori breathed, letting out a disbelieving laugh. 

Dean echoed the sound, pressing his palm flatter against Tori's belly as he carefully got down to his knees to kneel before her. He pressed a kiss to where his hand had been, resting his forehead there. 

“Hi little one. It's your dad.” Dean sniffled back tears of joy. “I'm not gonna let anything bad happen to you.”

He didn't resist as Tori cupped his face, guiding him back to his feet. Emotions shined in her eyes too as Tori pulled him in to kiss her, and in that moment, everything was perfect.

[alice-angel12x]

Born of unkown Stardust

Ch. 5

summary: The angles formed the world and all mortal life from dust. One day from the unknown the angels came across bizarre dust, that seemed to have a will of its own. It refused to be molded and shaped to the angel's will. So they cast it aside, till a certain angel got his creative hands on it.

The plot of chap: Yuu goes to earth hoping to fix Lucifer's mistake. So he could be granted back into Heaven! At least Yuu hopes.

(bittersweet story) (platonic) Lucifer x (???) Reader x Sera

(Warning: Blood, violence, and Gore)

<-Part 4/ Part 6 ->

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Sera from time to time would see Yuu interacting with Adam. Sera was kind enough, the seraphim could recognize the slight sorrow in Adam's eyes when he watched Little Yuu.

One day, Sera had to attend a meeting with the high elders, so she left Yuu in Adam's care for a short while. Little simply sat in Adam's lap as they played with his feathers. As Adam stared down at Yuu, flashes and glimpses of his children's images would appear over Yuu. Sometimes it would be Cain, but it was mostly Abel.

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"Dad!" Abel called out.

Adam looked up from his work on the fields to see his two sons running towards him.

"What's got you two so worked up?" Adam asked as he took a break from plowing the fields.

"Abel won't stop asking about weird stuff. Like "Where did we come from? Are there beings in the sky?" Cain scoffed.

"Cause they're are, and that's why we are here? They put us here? Why?" Abel asked.

"They are real, as for why they made us... I don't know," Adam answered honestly.

"See, it's made up," Cain said.

"Look, they said as long as we reframe from sinning, and get to heaven. You can ask them all of your questions Abel," Adam sighed as he knelt down to the boy's level.

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"Are you okay Mr.Adam?" Yuu asked.

"I miss my kids... And my wife," Adam said with a tired sigh.

"Oh... I miss my Da too. I wish he didn't break his promise to me. Then none of this would have happened," Yuu said, trying to sympathize with Adam. "What happened to them?"

"A monster took them away," Adam said sadly.

"A monster?" Yuu asked.

"Yeah, the monster that Lucifer and Lilith allowed to into Earth. It made one of my sons to do something horrible. And Snatched my other before he could arrive here," Adam said, as shadows covered his eyes.

Yuu frowns sadly at the weight of Lucifer's actions. This was no gift at all. Yuu not knowing what else to do, the little tot hugs him. The first man sighs with a slight smile, as he ruffles the child's starie hair.

"Thanks, kid," He says quietly.

"Yuu!" Sera called out. "It's time to go home,"

"Looks like your mother is here. Be good okay," Adam said as he gently got Yuu on their feet.

"Bye, Mr.Adam," Yuu said as they run over to Sera. Adam weakly waves back as Yuu joins Sera.

"Mother... What's the monster that took Mr.Adam's kids away?" Yuu asked.

Sera paused for a moment, and slightly turned back to sent a slight miffed expression Adam's way.

"Remeber the curse, that Lucifer let into earth?" Sera asked, and Yuu nodded. "Well the monster Adam mentioned and the curse are almost one an the same."

"How does that work?" Yuu asked curiously.

"Well... The Monster Adam mentioned is where the curse comes from. The Monster's name is Roo. And she wants to spread sin and chaos everywhere, to all realms and creatures," Sera explained lightly.

"So Roo is where the curse comes from, and this curse tempts people to want to do bad things?" Yuu asked, slowly putting the pieces together. "So how did Da's ''gift'' cause her access to earth?"

"Lucifer claimed that his gift was free will. However, upon inspecting his creation, what it was really. Was Knowledge of Good and Evil. The knowledge that humans were not ready for," Sera explained.

Yuu nods slowly as they and Sera stand before a large orb, that shows the image of earth.

"It's so pretty," Yuu awed.

"It is, and a lot more beautiful in person," Sera smiles gently. "Would you like to see it?"

"Can I?!" Yuu gasped.

"It took a lot of convincing, but I managed to convince the elders to let you see the earth," Sera said, when Yuu suddenly tackled and hugged her dress.

"Thank You Thank You!" Yuu shouted excitedly.

"And Since it is also your birthday," Sera smiled confidently as she scooped up the little tot. "With some negotiating on top of the visit. The Elders agreed to let you create 5 things for the earth."

"OH! You're The Best Mom Ever!" Yuu smiled as they hugged Sera tightly.

"Thank you, Yuu" Sera smiles as she hugs Yuu close.

Sera watched with pride as Yuu looked at the beauty of the earth in all it's splendor. Yuu quickly got to work, thinking and planning the limited 5 creations they were allowed to make.

Sera watched on in wonder as the first creation was brought to life.

"I present to you... The Amazing Fantastical Flying Duck!!" Yuu shouted as they presented their first creation.

"Quack," The Duck said as it suddenly flapped away from Yuu.

Sera smiled and clapped her hands in applause as she watched the first batch of ducks take to the sky.

"You were quick to create many creatures. You made lots of birds I noticed. Was The Duck your last one?" Sera asked.

"No I made one final thing, and it's not a bird," Yuu smiles proudly.

"Umm, Where is it?" Sera asked curiously.

"We have to wait till nightfall," Yuu smiles playfully.

"Well we can't stay too long into the night okay," Sera reminded, when something caught their attention.

There was a rustle in the bushes. Yuu and Sera watch with bated breath when suddenly. A human woman with a baby tumbled out of the bushes. She was covered in rope burns, scars, and wounds. In her arms was a baby.

She came to a halt as she stared in awe and fear at the otherworldly beings before her.

"P-Please, Please help him," The woman begged as she held a baby close to her chest.

Yuu looked on sadly as they stepped forward, but Sera remained cautious. As Yuu held out their hands, the women handed the bloodied body of a newborn baby.

Sera gasped in horror, as Yuu could only stare in paralyzed fear. The baby's heart was ripped out of its chest. There was no saving this child.

"Please! Please help him?!" The women cried.

"I-I can't it-" Yuu was cut off as warm blood splats all over their face.

A long wooden spear was forced through the back of the woman's head and out the mouth. Yuu wanted to scream at the sight, but they froze. Sera quickly covered Yuu's eyes as she removed the corps from Yuu's hands. The Seraphim quickly scooped up the star-touched tot and retreated through the portal. The last thing Yuu saw was a group of humans laughing maniacally as they ripped the corpses apart. And in the shadows of the trees, a smirking demonic face hovered over the humans. Blood poured from the monster's mouth a horrific eldritch tongue.

The demonic form looked up to catch the few glimpses of Yuu, as she creepily waved a goodbye.

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"Yuu, I'm so sorry you had to witness that. I was so certain the location I chose was far away from humans. I'm sorry I ruined your birthday," Sera apologized as she held Yuu close.

But the image of the events scared Yuu's mind as Sera approached the pearly gates. There standing at the gates was Adam, who was minding his own business till he noticed Sera rushing towards the gate.

Before he could ask what was the matter, he saw the blood that caked Yuu's horrified face.

"What happened?!" Adam questioned as he flew up to Sera's level to check on Yuu.

"No, we came across horrible humans," Sera sobbed as she held Yuu's tiny trembling form.

"Hey, you're safe now kid," Adam said softly as he whipped away the blood on Yuu's face.

"I saw it," Yuu said as the adrenaline slowly started to fade.

"Saw what?" Adam asked.

"The monster," Yuu sobbed.

Adam and Sera froze at those words. Yuu could feel Sera's hold on their small body tighten.

After some time, Sera tucked Yuu in for bed and quietly slipped out of the room. But Worry filled her mind and she alerted what Yuu had witnessed. This was brought great concern to the elder council.

"Not only did Lucifer allow such a thing to into what was supposed to be good. It is now snatching any and all souls before it can even reach heaven!" One elder shouted in frustration.

"And with Roo's presence so close, she is corrupting every human. The things that these humans are doing are sickening," Another sighed.

"What did I say. What Did I Say! I knew this "invention" of Lucifer's was a horrible Idea. This could have all been avoided if he just listened to reason," A different Elder groaned.

"What done is done, but the real question is what do we do know?" Sera asked. "The more human souls she gathers, the stronger she gets."

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[shinynewboots]

Sweet Nothings: An Alastor Story (18+)

Summary: Alastor loved his wife. His beautiful, angelic wife with the perfectly imperfect chip in her front tooth. His poor wife, who whispered sweet nothings into his ear as he killed a man.

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT: Angst, assault, implied sexual assault, murder, blood, gore, mutilation, death, corpses, hallucinations, decomposition, Alastor before Hell

AN: Definitely one of the darkest things I've ever written. I hope you all enjoy it!

AO3

Alastor entered the house, discarding his shoes as he always did lest his wife playfully scold him about the dirt and mud he was liable to track into the foyer. She was right, of course, as Louisiana found itself stuck into the crevices and empty spaces of his shoes, skin, and soul. His mother used to scold him for the same thing (never his father however, and so she spent most of her days sweeping the house free of the bayou rather than face his wrath). 

He dutifully went to the kitchen and began to prepare them a pot of coffee to wind down and discuss their days over. The kitchen was tidy, as his wife preferred it that way. 

“What if we have guests, Alastor? I can’t have them thinkin’ we’re livin’ in a pig stye.” She replied whenever he felt she was working too hard on the housework and expressed as much to her. They never did have guests, but he appreciated the sentiment 

He grabbed the two mugs of coffee, his black and hers a creamy tan color (5 sugars and 2 dashes of cream). She preferred the sweeter things in life. He had no idea why she had chosen to marry him, as his soul was as bitter as the black liquid he held. 

“Here you are, darlin’,” He said, dropping the ‘g’ like a sticky southern night as he set the coffee beside her chair. She sat quietly, watching the fireplace. The radio that sat on the side table played gentle static. 

“How was your day, cher ?” He asked, dropping in the chair beside her and facing the fireplace. He looked over at her and took in the delicate softness of her face, the gentle lines that crinkled when she smiled at him. Her wispy blonde hair glowed against the fire and it took everything in him not to brush it behind her ear just as an excuse to touch her. 

She didn’t answer him. She rarely did when they were alone anymore. Not that this bothered Alastor, he could talk enough to appease the both of them. She preferred it that way anyway, listening to him talk. She was always more reserved, a bit of a wallflower. 

“Well, the show went well, darlin’, as always. Though I know you listened to it. I did play a new song by that Ellington fellow.” Alastor said, taking a sip of the bitter liquid. “ Mood Indigo. A tad somber, but I found I quite liked the mystery of it.”

She didn’t respond, but he could tell by her expression towards the fireplace that she agreed with his assessment. 

“I did also run into Mimzy, oh don’t give me that look,” He jested as he thought he saw her expression drop. “You know she adores you. She asked why she hadn’t seen us at the club in a while.”

Another sip. “Oh course, I gave her your condolences and alluded to your health. I hope you don’t mind darlin’.”

Of course, she didn’t mind. She would be up in arms if she had. 

Alastor smiled at her, a bright brilliant smile, more genuine than the one he wore around town. He reached across the table and grabbed her hand, his large hand completely covering her small, bony one. 

“I do so enjoy our evenings together, darlin’.”

His enchanting wife had been eager to accompany him on his unsavory nighttime activities. She always had an eye for finding his newest victim. Her preferred targets of choice were men who harassed women on the street. Men who got a little too handsy with a young lady who was too far deep into the giggle water. Men who found pleasure and little shame in antagonizing the women of New Orleans. 

Alastor found he agreed with his wife’s choices. Even if she hadn’t egged him on, he would have come to the same conclusion of victim himself. He could still remember the day he had saved her from being a victim of an unsavory character himself. 

He had heard her call out from a New Orleans sidestreet and by the grace of some divine being, he had managed to find her with a man’s hand around her throat and his hands under her dress so far that he could see her cotton slip. She had screamed and struggled against the assailant, her cherubic face contorted into terror. 

The noises, the high-pitched scream she made as the man attempted to violate her in the most unimaginable way would visit Alastor in his sleep. It was the worst noise he had ever heard in his life and they haunted him. The fact that he was almost too late to save his beautiful mourning dove haunted him (in an even worse way than the way his mother enduring his father’s abuse stuck with him deep in his bones).

She had been radio silent since the assault, except when she went with him on the prowl for their latest victim. Alastor relished these moments when his angel of a wife would whisper her sweet nothings in his ear, goading him into murdering these dregs of society. 

“Slit his throat, my love,” She whispered, her breath sweet like muscadine wine as she stared at Alastor with the reverence reserved for a saint. “I want to watch’m bleed.”

And what could Alastor do but oblige when his wife asked him so sweetly, her doe brown eyes afire with blood lust. 

“Please,” The pathetic man begged in front of him. Alastor stared down at him, his smile wide and maniacal. How he loved when they begged for their worthless lives. She never said as much, but he knew his wife loved it as well. “Please don’t kill me.”

The man in front of him had followed a girl, no older than 17, as she walked down the street in the moonlight, out of the safety of the street lights. The man had approached her, leering at her as he pulled the girl closer to him, his hand cupping her breast as she cried fat tears and let out panted breaths.

“A perfect victim,” His wife had said as she pointed out the man. And that was all it took. 

“You’ll have to beg better than that,” Alastor laughed, his knife teasing at the man’s throat. Alastor had already cut at the man’s thighs, striking him down to save the poor girl. Blood seeped through the man’s trousers, and he could swear he could smell piss as well. 

“Please, please sir, let me go,” The man cried. 

“Alastor, please,” His wife asked. And like a good husband, he did as he was told, and slid the knife across the man’s throat. Blood poured from the man’s neck as he let out a distraught scream and tried to fight against Alastor who moved to stand before him like the devil himself. 

The man struggled, crawling towards Alastor while he held at his slit throat. His efforts were in vain as she crumpled to the ground, his eyes turning glassy as he stared into the New Orleans night sky. 

“Stand back darlin’, wouldn’t want to dirty that pretty white dress,” Alastor said, moving towards the man to gather the body and take him to their dumping grounds. His wife smiled sweetly and moved so that the blood pooling in the alley wouldn’t dirty her. 

Alastor’s brown suit was utterly stained, but his wife had been good about teaching him how to get out the best of stains. She would accompany him on his kills but never clean his clothes of their evidence.

“Your mess,” She would say with a teasing shrug. 

Alastor gathered the body as his wife stood in the shadows and the two made their descent into the bayou to gut and dispose of their latest victim. 

Like the skilled precision of an untrained surgeon, Alastor would lay the victim in the mud of the bayou and begin extracting the organs. He had always been fascinated by anatomy as a child, and perhaps if his family had enough money he would have gone on and become a surgeon. But as it were, he was a radio host and so he would have to make do with the diagrams he learned from in the anatomy books. 

“And what’s that, my love,” His wife would ask, bending down while he worked. The victim’s abdomen had flayed open (with the use of a midline vertical incision from the xiphoid process to the pubic bone). Alastor had gone to work, taking stock of the organs at his disposal. He had learned that he typically had about 2 hours before the body began to stiffen, so he would make work as quickly as he could. 

“That, mon cher, is the liver,” He said, pulling the large organ from the abdominal cavity. “It’s the largest solid organ in the body.”

“Well now, you’re just showing off.” She said, laughing with her mouth open wide enough so that he could see the small chip in her front tooth that he loved so much. She had always been self-conscious of it, and would rarely smile with her teeth out as a result. But he loved that endearing imperfection that added character to her features.

Blood coated his arms, his legs, and his abdomen as he laughed along with his wife. Blood had spattered on his face, drying with the air and beginning to flake. 

He and his wife would continue their morbid trivia, her asking about a particular body part and he answering until the man had been completely gutted and buried beneath the bayou.  

The truth of the matter was that he did not save his wife that night.

No. 

He had found her body splayed out for all of New Orleans to see in an alley when she had been on her way home from the butcher while buying ingredients for dinner. 

Her doe brown eyes looked up at his with no thought, no emotion. Glassy and dead. Her throat held angry purple bruises as he realized she had been choked to death by an unknown bastard who deserved the eternity of hellfire. 

The beautiful white dress she had worn was filthy with blood and dirt. She would have hated being found in such a state. Embarrassed. Full of shame.

And the blood. The warm, copious amount of blood that had poured down her legs told him everything he needed to know about what had transpired. And so he had gathered his beautiful wife in his arms and cradled her close. 

His heart was broken when his mother died. His heart ceased beating as he held his precious wife. His large tears began to coat her face as he sobbed against her body. Blood coated her mouth, trailing down to her chin and dripping on the beautiful white dress. 

He leaned down and kissed her bloodied masterpiece of a mouth, and felt her taste upon his tongue for the last time. The iron and copper taste filled his senses as he tasted the last evidence he had of her being alive at one point in time. 

The last tears fell from his cheeks before he wiped his eyes and cleaned the blood from her mouth. He shrugged off his overcoat and used it to cover her body, gathering her in his arms to take her home. She would want to be at home.

With her covered and his arms, it was as though she were asleep. 

Of course she was asleep. 

He had carried her in such a way many times when she had fallen asleep in front of her beloved fireplace. This was no different. 

He had gotten her home with none the wiser and ran the tub. He knew she hated being dirty and so he would remedy the situation. 

“My day was rather subpar, darlin’. You know Night & Day by Fred Astaire has been one of the most requested songs even this year, and I must confess I tire of it, my darling.” He said as he scrubbed the blood and dirt from her body. Her head had fallen back against the head of the tub, as though she lay in relaxation while being pampered. 

He took great care to clean under her fingernails, scrubbing until the blood was gone. Bruises dotted the inside of her thigh in the shape of handprints. He chose not to see that. He cleaned the dried blood from her wispy blonde hair, already fretting about the styling that would need to be done once she was out of the tub. 

Perhaps she could fix it later. 

He continued to tell her about his day as she gently cleaned her. The water ran a rusty color and the dirt collected at the bottom. He would have to scrub that out once he was done. She despised a dirty tub. 

He pulled her from the tub and dried her off. Her body was already beginning to stiffen and so he had to work fast. He grabbed one of his favorite dresses of hers from the closet, a beautiful red number that paired beautifully with the rouge and red lipstick she wore. 

He set to work covering her body with her undergarments, the brassiere covering her perfect pale breasts, and the bloomers covering her unmentionables. He had even been proud of his attention to detail as he slid the stocking and garter up her legs. He threw the slip over her before finally finishing the outfit with the red dress and red heels to match. 

He tried his best to apply the rouge and lipstick as he had seen her do a thousand times. He was somewhat proud of himself, though he knew she could fix any imperfections.

He sat her in her chair in front of the fireplace in the family room. She loved to relax in front of the fire when he came home from work and ask him about his day. 

She would be happy there. Content. 

Alastor never did know who had broken and murdered his perfect wife. However, the week after finding his wife, he came across his first victim, a piece of shit man harassing a woman on the street. And his wife had appeared for the first time and begun to whisper her sweet nothings in his ear. 

“Maybe this was him, my love,” She said, her words tickling his soul. 

And he would kill every man in New Orleans if it meant he avenged his beautiful wife.  If it meant he could see her one more time. 

On the night Alastor died, he felt more at peace than he had felt in months. 

He stood in the dark of the bayou, shoveling to make a hole deep enough for his next victim. His beautiful wife stood to the side, watching him with a peaceful smile.  He had killed fourteen men since the death of his wife. 

The news outlets had started catching wind of the disappearances, especially when Alastor became particularly sloppy with one fellow and had buried him too shallow.

The Bayou Butcher, they called him. 

The notion caused his wife to tease him in his hallucinations, and laugh at the moniker. He could only grin at the sound of her laughter. Her voice had started to fade, become distorted like the lost signal on a radio broadcast.

His memory of her voice had begun to fade, and he found himself growing more brutal in his kills just to hear that twinkling sound once more. She always talked to him more the bloodier he got. But the sound of her voice still began to fade. 

He had been rather surprised when he was shot in the head. The gunshot rang out through the trees, quickly followed by the sound of hunting dogs. 

Alastor’s eyes widened as blood began to drip into his eyelashes, distorting his vision. But he could still see her. His beloved wife who had driven him to madness.

“Alastor,” She whispered, her voice fading and her small smile turning into a frown.

“My love,” He tried to say but the words wouldn’t come out. His vision grew black and he could no longer see the ghost of his beautiful wife.

“Goodbye, Alastor.” The wind whispered as he fell into the half-dug grave of his last victim. 

The Bayou Butcher had a total of fifteen victims, according to the newspaper. Once the police had found the identity of the despicable man, they raided the house and found the horrible sight of his last victim, his wife. 

The corpse sat in front of the fireplace, the decomposition of her body pooling around her as she rotted into the chair. Her body was dry, almost mummified as she was positioned in such a way that it looked as though she were simply staring towards the fireplace.

Her eye sockets, the eyes long gone, stared forward as though to gaze at the wedding photo of her and her husband, Alastor.  In the photo, Alastor stood brightly at the camera, his grin wider and more genuine than any could ever remember on the man. And to his right stood his beautiful wife whispering sweet nothings into his ear. 

[vitally-undead]

Hearts and Gods

Tw: blood, gore, allusion to sex at some point i think, mild cannibalism, does blood licking/consuming count? eh whatever. no use of y/n. y/n is just as bad as homelander. deadpool esque powers. r's eyes are gold. not beta read.

880 somethin words, aint got a good way to summarize it. y/n is gender neutral, nothin described aside from eye color as aforementioned.

Loving him was dangerous. That you knew, everyone knew. He himself was dangerous. A devil disguised as an angel for the public. Unpredictable yet predictable at the same time. He loved with all consuming violence. To be loved by him was not unlike being loved by death.

Death followed him everywhere. Whether he was covered in the blood of a criminal. The viscera of some unlucky employee who triggered his wrath, just another body shoved under the rug by Vought. You knew he enjoyed it, the killing, watching the life drain from a person's eyes as he crushed their heart in their chest. Or watching their body crumble in half without its spine. You knew all of this, you couldn't claim innocence when you were just as bad. Just as bloodthirsty as him. It's what made you two so compatible. That and the fact that if Homelander ever lost control with you, you would just bounce right back.

You should be dead. But you werent. You could heal any and every injury you endured. Vought made sure of that. You weren't invincible by no means, you could be injured, though that wasnt done easily. A slight squeeze pulled your wandering thoughts back to earth. You sighed softly as the hand around your heart loosened its tight grip slightly. Blue eyes met gold. Homelander cocked his head looking at you, lips pulled in a frown. His eyes dropped to your chest, gaze a mixture of disbelief and curiosity as it usually was. You ended up like this often, when he grew angry, or paranoid. So you stood, sternum cracked open, thumping heart exposed. Does it hurt? Some might wonder, at first, it does, but then it's a sweet pain that no one else but you and he would understand.

His gloves were long discarded on the table. Preferring to feel your heart in its entirety against his skin. His hand wrapped around behind the muscle as it beat. Blood coated your front, soaking onto the floor. Your lips twitched in a wry smirk at the thought of poor Ashley walking in. No doubt she would have a heart attack, thinking Homelander was in the midst of killing his team member. You let out a soft laugh, heart jolting in his hand as your lungs contracted. He looked at you his own amusement playing in his gaze as his thumb stroked over your ventricle.

"Thinking about Ashley again?" He questioned his other hand situated on your hip. "Mhm." You hummed in confirmation smiling at him. His grip tightened momentarily and you fleetingly thought if he was going to tear your heart free of your chest. You wouldn't mind, only remaining dead for a few seconds before another one grew back. He looked at you, you looked back. You clashed as much as you melded together. Each testing the other. You smirked and leaned backwards, your heartbeat strained as a familiar tugging sensation pulled in your chest. He stood there in silent contemplation, arm in your chest, heart in hand.

"Not today." He muttered his grip on your hip tightening as he pulled you closer. He leaned down and captured your lips in a kiss. It was messy and hungry, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip drawing blood. You groaned low pulse beginning to race, heart thrumming in his hand as he licked the blood from your lips as the small punctures closed. You kissed back, arm curling behind his neck, hand buried in his hair as you tugged him closer. You parted for a second a string of red tinged saliva connecting your mouths.

"I love you." You whispered gazing into his eyes. You kissed him this time. slowly, firmly pouring your feelings into the kiss. "I love you." You repeated, voice a low murmur. You said it like a mantra, like a prayer. A loyal worshiper at the altar of their deity. You clung to him as he clung to you. You needed him as he needed you. Homelander let go of your heart, removing his hand from your chest with a gentleness most wouldn't expect him to have. You exhaled slowly as your skin and bone grew back and the only trace of what happened was the blood staining your stomach and clothes, the blood and bone on the floor and the blood on his hands. He looked at his hand in silent awe almost before sucking the blood off two of his fingers. Pulling his hand from his mouth he wrapped it loosely around your throat pulling you in and kissing you harshly once more, shoving the taste of your blood from his tongue into your mouth. He pulled back with a smug grin as you panted. You looked around chewing your bottom lip.

"I feel bad for whoever they send up to clean the mess." You say as he scoffed curling his arms around your waist pressing his face in the crook of your neck. "No you don't." Homelander murmurs nipping along your pulse point. You laugh quietly, "Fine, I don't." You admit tugging on his hair making his breath hitch. Then you're in his arms and he's walking out presumably to take you home. You spent the rest of that evening in his bed, after you had showered of course. 

[charlottecutepie]

☥ Bunny meat (William Afton x fem!reader x Michael Afton)

Summary: He was a likeable middle-aged man who had wonderful children, his dream job and a beautiful wife. He never blamed himself for his own actions, or to be more exact, he never thought about their consequences.

tags: darkfic, unhealthy relationship, angst, smut with plot, p in v, dubcon, oral sex, rough and gentle sex, daddy kink, blood play, knife play, fear play, hurt/comfort, violence, gore/murders, child abuse, follows fnaf lore, moral and physical abuse, virginity kink, anxiety disorder, age gap, daddy issues, unreliable narrator, hallucinations, hidden pairing, William is sick, psychopathy, unhealthy narcissism

Chapter 5. Desire

Surprisingly, Wiliam behaved restrained, but inside him everything was on fire, he wanted to take you here and now, harshly and rudely, do things with you what he had long dreamed of all this time, but he knew perfectly well that if he snapped now, you'd be even more scared, cut with him all connections and will avoid him, and maybe even do something to yourself, because you're nothing but a little frightened lamb. A little creature who grew up alone, not needed by anyone, who didn't receive the proper amount of love and attention from her father. And that's why Afton thought he was the perfect source of all these feelings for you.

Perhaps, to some extent, he felt sorry you. However, his mind ignored such thoughts.

“William,” you spoke to him. “Is there no one at home?”

“Yes, Clara with kids left, I don't know where. She said she wouldn't be back until the morning.”

…

The Afton house is still same as it was before. Only coffee machine bought by the father of the family has changed. Although he earned a lot of money, little of it went to home improvement, Afton always invested only in the pizzeria, trying to make it as visible and attractive as possible.

It was also impossible to ignore the couch that was in the living room of the house. For you as a child, it was the most favourite object in Afton's house, you sat on it with Michael in the evenings and watched cartoons. When you had sleepovers with other kids, you hid under the covers because of Michael's scary stories. You often fell asleep on it late at night, without waiting for your mom, although she promised that she'd pick you up from the guests, but sometimes she never showed up because of scandals with her husband.

This couch evoked hundreds of emotions and nice memories.

But now, one more thing will be added to all these early memories: the way you lie on this couch under man who you saw as father, no matter how strange it sounds.

“You're so… beautiful,” he hovered over your body, his eyes running over it. “such delicate skin, like an angel's.” he took your hand, interlacing your fingers, kissing them. All thoughts in your head gathered into one big ball, you tried to analyze the situation somehow, but useless, because of his actions, you felt lost. William breathed out your name and greedily pressed his lips to your neck, showering it with light kisses.

You closed your eyes and turned your head to the side to give him more space, trying to relax, it seems you were succeeding. But unexpectedly for you, you felt him bite your neck.

“Oh!” bursted out of you, your free hand burrowed into his hair, trying to pull him away. “William, it hurts…” he looked up at you.

“I’m so sorry, bunny,” he smiled warmly at you. “I’ll be gentle.” he moved closer, gently kissing you on the corner of your lips. You leaned forward, hoping that this innocent kiss would turn into something more, however, Afton had other plans, he grinned and straightened up. “So impatient.”

He unbuttoned first three buttons of his purple shirt, which was enough for you to see the strange scars covering his body. You couldn't help, interest took over and your hands tentatively touched the bare area of his body.

“Where are they from?” you asked softly, causing him to chuckle again.

“It doesn't matter now, sweetheart.” he loosened the belt of his pants, after which he kissed your neck again, this time he kept his promise: you felt his tongue licking little wound he made. William took you by the hips, moving your body closer to him. “Y/n, you want this, don't you?”

“I… uh, I don't know.”

There is silence in response. William could tease you and your body for hours, nibbling and kissing it, making you sigh languidly, but this night he wanted to satisfy you first. He wanted to make you dependent on him, so that you couldn't live a day without his touch, so that you took the initiative yourself, so that you were head over heels in love. Corrupt you. However, he didn't know you were already so dependent on him, you want him to love you like in fairy tales about princesses, you want him to give you all the love that you were deprived of as a child. You just wanted someone to save you from loneliness.

You felt something hard pressing against the inside of your thigh, but you didn't want to look at what it was because of your wild embarrassment. Afton took something out of his pants pockets.

“Here, I see you need it,” you saw him holding out his hand to you with some kind of strange round pill. Confused, you looked at him, waiting for some explanation. William only laughed and ran his finger over your lips, opening them. “Yeah, and here it is, good girl.” he said, pushing the pill deeper until, due to the urge to vomit, you grabbed his wrist. “I'm sorry, baby, I just don't have anything to wash down the pill with.”

“What is it?” you winced at the unpleasant taste.

“Tranquilizers so you don't get nervous. Actually, they're mine, but I can tell by the look on your face they'll be useful for you too.” his hands carefully, as if afraid to scare you even more, undid the clasp of the dress, lowering it from your shoulders down. Unable to contain your shyness, you tried to hold the fabric on your body until William looked at you, as if mentally saying “don't.” Then your grip loosened, there was nothing you could do but obey. “that's it, good girl.”

When he wanted to take off the dress completely, you still grabbed on it, not letting it slide off your hips.

“Princess, if you keep doing this, then we won't succeed.” William looked into your eyes, putting your hands behind your head. “I won't hurt you.”

You nodded, trying to lose yourself in your feelings again. It seemed to be easier with the help of a sedative. You didn't even notice how you were only in your underwear in front of him.

“Damn, you're incredible.” he threw the dress somewhere on the floor, kissing you on the cheek while his hands caressed your hips and waist. You bit your lip to stifle a groan. Fuck, no one has ever touched you like that, especially in places like this, and when William ran his hand along the inside of your thigh, inadvertently touching your crotch, you arched your back. “it felt good, didn't it?”

William repeated the movement, but now paying more attention to your clothed pussy. The excitement took over, forcing you to move your hips towards his movements. A shudder of desire went through your whole body, Afton saw it perfectly, he kissed your collarbone, going lower to your breasts.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I've been dreaming about this.” those words echoed in your head, but you didn't pay attention to it. “Honey, you're just so beautiful.” William ran his hands over your breasts, pinching your nipples hard with excitement.

“William…” you got the courage. He looked at you questioningly, damn, you hoped you said it so quietly that it would go unnoticed. “kiss me, please.”

He laughed. In a moment, his lips are on yours, like a predator. At that moment, you forgot absolutely everything, giving yourself completely to him. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his long fingers touching your pussy through your soaked panties. With one imperious movement, he pulls off the last piece of clothing, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“And now? Not so scary anymore?”

“I don't know what i feel…” you were in turmoil, all fears and thoughts disappeared, a wild desire came to replace, no, not of intimacy, not of sex. But his affectionate words and compliments, the way he touches you, his gentle kisses and hugs, the way he treats you.

His fingers gently touch your labia, slowly and smoothly they move in circular movements along clit, getting another moan from you. With his other hand, he holds your legs, preventing you from moving away and closing them.

“And now, honey?”

“It's weird, but…” you avoided his gaze. ”feels good…” you answered unsure. Smiling contentedly, he removed his fingers. You noticed that as soon as his hands left your body, his movements in relation to himself instantly changed: he roughly, jerkily took off his belt and unbuttoned the fly of his pants, pulling them down. It’s like he was controlling himself when touching you.

“Lick them.” Afton said in a commanding tone, running his fingers over your lips. It was terribly embarrassing for you, but you did as he said anyway. You watched his actions with a note of sweet and naive excitement, the way his fingers penetrated deeper and deeper, pressing on your tongue, again caused unpleasant sensations to vomit. “Sorry, but there's no other way, I don't have any lube.”

When he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, quite considering how wet they were, you felt uncomfortable, but probably if you tell him about it, he's unlikely to listen and stop. The only thing left to do was to lie under him like a doll and enjoy.

“You're an obedient girl, aren't you?” his fingers went back to your glistening pussy, caressing your needy clit. Your breathing stopped instantly.

“Yes…” you whimpered when you felt his fingers, wet with your own saliva and grease, smoothly, insanely slowly entering you. William is building up the pace, not too fast, but enough to make soft sweet moans come out of your mouth. “Daddy…” you drawled languidly, feeling your soft walls tighten around his long fingers.

“Yes, princess?” Afton kisses your neck while his free hand wraps around his cock that was already out of his trousers, hard and dripping with precum. “Tell daddy what you want.”

“Please, want more…” you whispered in his ear, this time trying to be as seductive and sexy as possible. William found it funny.

“You'll get more, baby,” his breath tickled your skin. “Daddy will make you feel good.” Afton pulled out his fingers, causing you to moan in disappointment, oh, how he enjoyed it, it felt like he was ready to cum just from your angelic voice.

William tilted his head, being between your legs. The whole picture made you dizzy, you glance at him in surprise, trying to predict what will happen next. William grins, seeing how your curiosity plays tricks on you when he gives your clit a tender kiss.

“Ohhh, daddy,” this word is so vulgar, it sounds completely indecent on your tongue, but right now you don't care, all that matters is William Afton and the wild need to be needed by someone, loved, appreciated. “Yeah…”

The release builds up with an unfamiliar, wildly pleasant feeling in the lower stomach, making you want to close your legs, but his hands continued to hold them apart. His tongue feels too good, slowly moving in circular movements over your cunt, paying more attention to your clit while two fingers slowly and smoothly fucks you, forcing you to switch from moans to sobs and soft screams.

William accelerates, his movements getting faster and rougher, but no less passionate, making you arch from pleasure. With one hand buried in his dark brown hair, you try to set the pace, but he can do fine without you, so it's useless, he's much more experienced. He explored you with his tongue until the trembling left your supple body. William could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. His free hand continued to jerk himself off with increasing movements, while he was eating you out.

You sighed desperately when Afton stopped stimulating you with his tongue, lifting his head and looking at your reaction, his fingers still inside.

“Do you want to cum for daddy?” he asks, you just nod quickly, wishing of putting an end to these sweet torments that drive you crazy. “No, I need you to say it, honey.”

“Yes, yes, yesss,” you say brokenly. “I…” an uncertain pause. “I want to cum, daddy, please!” oh, it was so humiliating, but what was more terrible that you liked it.

“Good girl.” William increased the intensity of his movements, hitting all right sweet spots of yours. You moaned loudly, feeling everything tense in your lower abdomen, which means an imminent orgasm. “do it, cum while I fuck your little pussy with my fingers.” William growled, his hand that was touching his own cock stopped, now squeezing your neck, pressing on the carotid artery, but hearing your wheezing, he his grip loosens.

Your moans, which are more like crying, turn into loud, piercing “oohs”, your head's spinning, your brain's melting, everything is like in a fog, you can't even see Afton's face. The long-awaited release is catching up with you. You cum, you cum so hard that you feel ecstasy running through your whole body, you feel that your breathing becomes ragged, and your pussy clenching on his fingers.

“Such a good girl,” because of orgasm, you don't even hear what he says, and you don't want to, you need time to regain your strength. “it's my turn now, baby.”

He takes his fingers out, brings them to his mouth and licks them, studying your reaction. William touches his member again, his heartbeat quickens, his eyes now closed, apparently he's thinking about something. Yes, he's definitely imagining something in his head.

“Tell me, do you love daddy?“ he asked, his voice hoarse from excitement. He isn't even looking at you.

“Yes,” you responses quietly. Taking advantage of the moment, you look at him in detail while he doesn't notice. Damn, how handsome he was, his long, such aristocratic fingers that played with the tip of his cock, rubbing cum along entire length, his slightly disheveled but insanely beautiful brown hair like milk chocolate, his sharp cheekbones, it was stupid to deny that he was unattractive. “I love daddy, I love you, William.” you didn't even fully understand what you were talking about. You was just saying what he wanted to hear.

He pumps his cock faster, you see how he shuddered, like saying your name or something else, you can't understand. But you catch yourself thinking that it's damn beautiful. If your mom found out what you were doing, she probably wouldn't be happy.

He cums on your stomach, with a loud groan, and then, breathing heavily, falls on the couch next to you, staring blankly at the ceiling. What is he thinking about? Is he even thinking now? You're lying obediently by his side, trying to figure out what just happened, but your brain doesn't want to think, your head is aching, your temples are throbbing. William turns to you, then looks at the crumpled dress on the floor, then back at you.

“Let's go to the shower, bunny, I'll help you wash up.”

…

The next morning came for you only closer to 12, when you were suddenly woken up by the sound of the door opening. It was Clara with Michael and Elizabeth. Confused, not even realizing that you were in their house, you jumped up from the couch.

“Michael, give Elizabeth that hoodie, you're not wearing it anyway.” woman's voice was heard somewhere in the hallway area, which means that she was nearby.

“Mom, these are my things, and just because I don't wear them doesn't mean that—”

Michael entered living room, but when he saw you, he froze in place.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” he asked, a slight smile appearing on his face.

“Who are you talking to?” Clara’s voice sounded, but as soon as she appeared in the room, her emotions immediately changed. “Oh, hello, honey.” woman affectionately called your name, coming up to you and sitting down on the sofa. “Elizabeth, go say hello to Y/n!”

Girl immediately rushed over, you noticed a plush toy in her hands, it seems it was the same robot girl drawing of which Elizabeth recently showed you. She greeted you cheerfully, all you could do was say an awkward “hello” in response, still trying to remember how you even ended up here. Clara stroked your head, her gaze fixed on your face, on your tousled hair and lost expression. You knew that you had to say something in your own defense, why you were here.

“Sorry for such an oversight, I had some problems with my mom, and Mr. Afton told me to spend the night here.” you lied, and then mentally slapped yourself. Damn, this is so dumb. The Afton family knew that you had the best relationship with your mom and that you had never argued. You doubted how truth your words sounded, but judging by Clara's reaction, everyone believed you.

“Honey, I'm glad that you have somewhere to go, you know that we'll always welcome you with hugs,” she said tenderly, with maternal love. “You must be hungry. I'll go to the store and cook breakfast, what do you think?”

There was no point in lying further, you really needed something to eat, so you silently agreed.

Mrs. Afton went to the nearest grocery store, taking Elizabeth with her. You and Michael were left alone, you gradually began to remember what happened, and with the realization that you and Afton had something, you were overtaken by a sickening anxiety, causing your toes and hands to go numb and shake, and your heart to beat faster. You two were sitting on this damn couch watching TV, however, neither of you was interested in what the old screen was showing. You were sitting hugging your knees, wondering whose clothes you were wearing: they were of a child surely, with some kind of cartoon print, a t-shirt and, as it seems, Michael's pants. He didn't hesitate to look at you from head to toe, which slightly annoyed you.

“Michael, stop staring.” You hissed, tucking your face into your lap.

“I'm just trying to figure out,” he paused, thinking about something. “why are you wearing my dead brother's t-shirt?”

“What?”

“Well… I'm not accusing you of anything… it's just…” he scratched his head, clearly not knowing what to say to you. ”Okay, forget it. It's just my shit in my head.”

“Michael, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…” you looked at him. Why did William choose his dead son's clothes out of all? “There must be some kind of misunderstanding.”

“It's nothing, y/n, you shouldn't worry so much about it.”

You looked at the TV, trying to come up with some kind of ridiculous excuse, but in vain. And how long can you lie?

“Speaking of my brother… today, Elizabeth, mom and I went to his grave.” Michael muttered, you knew perfectly well that this topic of conversation wasn't the best, because the he blamed himself enough for what happened. You decided that the best thing you can do now is just listen to him. “You know… it's already overgrown with grass. We had to work hard to get the grave back to normal. Oh, and there's also a lot of webs.”

You knew that only people who cared for Evan's gravestone were Clara and Michael. William, after his son's death, never visited grave, and even more so, didn't attend the funeral, citing the fact that he had a lot of work. And when Evan was in a coma, with minimal chance of survival, Michael came to him almost every day, crying and begging for forgiveness.

You knew that Michael was just a traumatized guy and it was useless to blame him for all this, he had already heard a lot about himself from his father, so you just moved closer to him when you noticed him dropping tears on the couch and hugged him.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Afton returned from the store. Michael wasn't in such good mood as before, but as soon as his mother crossed the threshold of their house, he seemed to put on a mask of happiness, meeting her and helping to carry bags into the kitchen.

For breakfast, which smoothly turned into lunch, Clara served macaroni and cheese and caesar salad. Your stomach, which hasn't received normal hot food for a long time, rejoiced and you ate all two portions in a few minutes. Elizabeth talked most of all at the table, telling you something about robots and toys again. Yes, once upon a time Michael, and Clara herself, told you that she took after her father. She's also interested in mechanics and loves animatronics.

Looking at this whole family, you felt guilty about yesterday. Probably, to some extent, you even hated yourself. Mrs. Afton, the nicest woman you've ever known, after your mom, of course. Michael is a devoted and faithful friend, as well as a caring brother, Elizabeth is just the sunshine of this family, cheerful, everyone's favorite. And William is a charming and likeable man who was ready to do anything for his family and work. At least that's how the family seemed to you in your head.

You're lost in your own thoughts, stopped listening to Elizabeth's babble. The damn guilt was eating you, making you sick of yourself. How could you do that? How dare you drag a married man, the head of the family, into bed, and then sit at the same table with his family, smiling innocently at everyone. What the fuck is wrong with you? Mrs. Afton will definitely find out, Michael will find out and Elizabeth will find out, and then you will become a disgrace to the whole town. You will become known as a little slut who seduced a married man. Not just a man, but William Afton himself.

“By the way, honey, did William tell you where he is?” Clara asked, and you squinted, trying to remember what Afton had told you before you dozed off.

“He said he was going to the pizzeria to work.” you said, it was true. Clara's face changed.

“What?” a rhetorical question. “he never worked on that day, he always had a day off exactly… today.”

Meanwhile, William was already at the pizzeria.

[cowboys-tshot]

Thunder Saga Recap

For those that were not present for the livestream, it can get confusing as to what the hell is happening during the songs, since there is no visual aid (until the rest of the animatics from the livestream are posted, that is).

Some of this is based on the animatics, seeing as the artists were following Jay's lead on character design and whatnot. Other parts are based on the descriptions that were shown alongside the lyrics (these are the parts I write in quotes + italics). The timestamps aren't exact, but the chronology of events is the same.

<< SPOILERS BEYOND THIS POINT >>

SUFFERING

I'm unsure whether or not Odysseus is tied to the ship's mast during this scene, but I would assume he is (based on the actual part with the sirens in The Odyssey).

01:52 – When Odysseus says, "But Scylla has a price," he is referring to the fact that Scylla will eat six men from whatever ship passes by her. She only has six heads, so she only eats one man per head.

DIFFERENT BEAST

00:00 – Fake Penelope gets shot (with an arrow, I think).

00:22 – Fake Penelope hisses.

00:57 – "The crew reveals packs of sirens caught in nets hanging over the ship."

02:59 – "The crew cuts off the tails of the sirens. They toss them back into the water, turning the water red with blood."

SCYLLA

*I don't have exact timestamps for this one, because the events here are almost entirely based on the animatic that played during the livestream. I kind of guessed at some points but as I said before, the important stuff is in order.

01:17 – Odysseus tells Eurylochus to light six torches. Odysseus knows that Scylla will kill six men, and plans to essentially serve six of his men to her on a silver platter by making them stand out.

01:27 – Eurylochus has lit the torches (at least mostly). Eurylochus himself is holding one of these torches.

01:55 – Scylla starts picking off the six men, brutally killing and eating them.

02:00 – One man down.

02:04 – Two.

02:12 – Three.

02:19 – Eurylochus is pushed out of the way of one of Scylla's heads. He drops his torch. A different man is eaten. Four.

02:23 – Five.

02:32 – Eurylochus realizes that Scylla is going after the men with the torches. He sees one of his crewmates on the other side of the ship, holding a torch as one of Scylla's heads prepares to feast. Eurylochus runs, reaches out, tries to warn him— but he fails. Six.

MUTINY

00:00 – "The ship is covered in blood and gore."

00:08 – "Eurylochus looks around at the gore. But Odysseus looks on."

01:13 – Boss Battle: Eurylochus.

01:29 – Eurylochus swings at Odysseus. The two begin to fight.

01:35 – Odysseus starts winning the fight, getting a few minor hits on Eurylochus before knocking him down.

01:45 – Just as Odysseus is about to deal the final blow, he is stabbed from behind (the wound is in his side).

02:10 – Odysseus is knocked out.

02:15 – Odysseus wakes up on the island of Thrinacia. He is tied up, and his wound is bandaged. They are in a pasture full of cows.

02:39 – Eurylochus points out a statue. He recognizes that it is depicting the god of the sun, but he doesn't recognize it as Apollo (who is the more modern god of the sun, that the crew knows and has worshipped in the past).

03:13 – Although Odysseus has not been specifically warned about the cattle (like in The Odyssey), he knows that these cattle belong to the sun god depicted by that statue. He knows that killing these cattle will not end well.

04:02 – Eurylochus slaughters one of the cows.

04:18 – Odysseus manages to untie himself. He urges his men to get to the boat and get away.

04:43 – Odysseus hears the thunder. He knows it's too late.

THUNDER BRINGER

02:33 – Odysseus has a vision (or hallucination, IDK) of Penelope. The animatic shows her descending from the sky like an angel.

03:15 – Zeus strikes down Odysseus's men.

03:42 – Zeus strikes down Odysseus's ship. Odysseus falls into the sea, surrounded by the bodies of his brothers.

Aaaand that's it for The Thunder Saga! I don't want to spoil anything for the next saga in case people aren't familiar with the original story, so I'll leave it there. If you have any additions or corrections, please let me know!

[hellaverseapocalypse]

And The Whirlwind Is In The Tree

Striker's Story - A Helluva AU

Pairing: Striker and OC Amelda(adoptive father/daughter relationship)

Warnings: angst, whump, hurt-comfort, injury, blood, harsh language, death, gore, killing in self-defense, graphic depictions of violence.

Summary: What if the Angels didn't stop at the Pride Ring? What if they didn't stop on Extermination Day? What if they never stopped? This is Striker's story of how he survived those 7 years of the angel invasion. An Apocalypse type story co-written by two fans! R&R.

Notes: Welcome! This is the start of myself(@storm89) and Candy's story, And the Whirlwind is in the Tree. (It's a lyric from a Johnny Cash Song). It all started from a fan art we saw, and the idea just snowballed from there. We decided to start with everyone's favorite cowboy, Striker. I hope you all enjoy our hard work! Also, big shout out to @eyecandyeoz for being an awesome editor and the bombastic art she made! We don't own Helluva boss, but we do own Amelda.

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If you asked Striker where he was at Angel Invasion, he would tell you the truth.

He was robbing a corpse.

Whenever there is extermination, he usually waits it out and robs whatever corpses he can find. Sometimes he luckily finds a dead overlord, they carry the best loot.

This extermination felt different.

There was tension in the air, something that made his tail rattle nervously.

For one thing, the sirens rang way earlier than usual and then the angels started swarming;more than usual.

He then saw one kill an imp and then another kill a Goetia.

The rules have changed.

Striker quickly goes to an alley to find cover, trying to outrun the screams he hears.

They seem to be louder than usual.

Windows shatter around him, exploding from the angelic force. He was about to try to run into a building when red feather caught his eye,

He looked and froze.

A red feathered Goetia lay dead on the ground, next to him was a Wrathian female imp. He wondered briefly if they were lovers when he heard a small cry. He looks at a nearby dumpster and finds a surprise..

There was a small owlet sobbing as she hugged herself. Her red feather shows her parentage to the dead Goetia, but the biggest surprise is the nubby imp horns on her head.

A hybrid...like him.

“This ain't my problem.” he thought as he backed away; his boot breaking a piece of glass. The halfling eyes shot up at the noises and her eyes locked on his.

The two stared at each other, both not moving.

A nearby scream breaks the tense moment and Striker will later blame what happened next to be the result of unnatural imp instinct.

He reached over and grabbed the halfling, breaking into a run. She suddenly screeched, wriggling out of his hold and running back to the fallen Goetia.

“Oh you little shit!” Striker growled as he grabbed the halfling again, noticing she took something from her fathers body.

He didn't know where he was running, all he knew is that he had to find somewhere safe. An angel attempted to cast a charm on him, but he dispatched it quickly with a swift bullet to its head. The owlet gave another screech, making him turn and face the tip of an angelic spear.

Raging pain exploded in his left eye, making Striker roar in pain as he staggered. He felt that same angel throw him towards a wall, making his head spin.

Before he went unconscious, he heard more gunshot and a tiny hand pulling his own.

666

Striker groaned as he woke up. A pulsing pain in his eye made him sit up quickly, making his head swim.

“Take it easy, you gonna make yourself sick.”

Striker looked to the source of the voice and saw it was that imp woman that worked for Blitz. What was her name again?

“It's Millie, by the way.” she said, raising her eyebrow at him. Too many questions popped into his head, his sense trying to catch up with his thoughts.

“Something was different,” he mumbled. “Th-the extermination.”

“Yeah.” She said, “ This wasn’t an extermination. It looked to be more like an invasion. We been hearing that the angels are not just attacking folks in Pride, we heard that somehow they are also going to the other rings.”

Striker sat back, letting the news sink in.

Oh this was a bitch of a fucked up situation. He then glared at her.

“The hell you save me for?” He asked, “We're not exactly friends.”

“We are being invaded for fucks sake.” She said with an exasperated sigh. “We gonna need all the help we can get.”

Striker huffed, he guess that makes sense. A thought suddenly jolted him from his seat.

“Wait there was a kid with me!”

Millie placates him with a raised hand.

“She's fine, don't worry.” She said, “ Really scared, but she ain’t hurt anywhere.”

She then looked at him intensely.

“Why’d you save her?” She asked, “Thought you hated anyone that was royals.”

“I don't know.” He shrugged, “I just felt like I had to.”

Millie nodded, a knowing smile on her face to showcase her paternal understanding. Striker growled at that, his hand running over his own features. He froze when he felt the coarse bandages shielding his face.

“Shit, what's with my face?”

Striker shot out of the bed and rushed to a nearby vanity, removing his bandages with haste as he looked in the mirror.

He had a large gash over his left eye and coarse stitches sealing the open wound shut. His eye was now milky and lifeless. Decrepit.

Fuck his life.

He was blind in his left eye.

All to save some royal bastard.

“Hey.” Millie said, getting his attention. “You gotta get yourself together. Pride isn't safe anymore.”

“So where are you going?”

“Lust. It way safer than Pride.”

“What makes you think I will go with you?” Striker scoffed.

“Cause there's nowhere else to go?” She said with a shrug, about to leave, but then looked back at him, “By the way, the little owl’s name. Its Amelda.”

She leaves the room, leaving Striker alone with his thoughts.

666

When Striker finally went outside, he saw a lot of people, mostly Imps, packing whatever they had and going through the ruins.

Sweet Satan, Pride was in shambles.

Buildings were toppled and bodies littered the streets. He could see angels flying in the distance, circling over Pentagram City like vultures.

“Hey!”

He turns and sees Blitz waving at him.

“Your horse is here.” He said, pointing to the side, turning back to the IMP company van. “Get ready, we are leaving in five.”

Striker would argue back but his new blind eye throbbed. He went to his horse (Fuck, he loved this horse so damn much) and petted his fiery mane.

“Boy, just what the hell did we get ourselves into?”

He heard a chirp behind him and saw Amelda peeking at him from behind a wrecked car. His tail rattled and whipped in annoyance as he sneered at the halfling.

“Piss off,kid!”

The child didn't move, still staring at him with her purple gaze. Millie appeared next to her and gently took Amelda’s hand.

“Come over here, honey.” she said as she led her away, Amelda still watching him.

Striker shook his head and mounted Bombproof, clicking his tongue as he grabbed the reins.

Something has definitely changed, he thought as he looked at Pride's ruins.

Things are definitely going to be different from now on.

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[sugolara]

To be ready

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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Another restless night, unsurprisingly. She sat in the living room, bored as she stared at her book that was of horror. Some parts kept her entertained and others bored her out. A book of an obsessive, tragic love was not her forte. While she stared at a word she wondered how Shoto was doing. To hear he had a guardian angel was reassuring, but for it to come from Toga was a major concern. If Izuku got on her good side, maybe the crazy will allow him to visit. Actually, if there was a way to send Shoto a letter, perhaps she should figure out a way for that.

Looking at the coffee table where a pencil cup was placed she contemplated on how to even start one. She could use a page from her book to ask Izuku for a paper from his journal. However, before she could move, the front door opened. She glanced out the window where she could see the night sky, "Little late, aren't we?"

He sheepishly rubbed his nape, clothing the door and removed his shoes, "Sorry, Ochaco and I were going through...Toga's list and surprisingly enough, she didn't ask for much. It was just a list of collectible knives and keychains."

At the sound of her name, she returned back to her book, mumbling underneath her breath, "Some priority."

He let out a quite airy laugh, making his way to her while changing the conversation, "Also, I headed out to Tenya's place. I guess he and Mei are working on a project and Tenya thought I should know too."

"How exciting." She plainly said, flipping to the next page of her book.

He sat next to her, peeking at the book and remembering he had read it back in middle school, "Since you know Mei, you should come with me next time. You haven't had time to speak with her and I'm sure she'd like to see you again."

"Mhm." She rested her on the couches end, turning to the next page.

His eyes flickered to her, "She mentioned you. She wants you to help her since you both went to the same class."

"Yeah." She drew out, as she finally got to the good part of the book, finding it intriguing at the cryptic messages.

"You know it doesn't hurt to be interested in what I'm saying." He mumbled, sitting back and staring at the TV where he could see both their reflection. It did kind of hurt to not have her attention, but after sitting in silence and returning to the uninterested parts she set it down. "I think I'm tired."

"Well, you were up and down." His eyes did feel heavy, "Bedtime?"

She nodded and stood up with him, following behind. With her bedroom door closing they settled under the covers. She placed her arms underneath her head, staring at the ceiling as she didn't feel quite tired. She could hear him getting comfortable and just his presence filled her with warmth, "...If the world continued to live, what would you major in?"

He turned to his side, an embarrassing coat on his cheek, "Well...I'm not exactly sure."

She stared at the ceiling for a brief moment before turning to her side, e/c eyes on him despite the room being dark. "Sometimes, I think about being a w-writer, then other times...I want to help people. I always had that presence where they feel safe around me and it felt nice to know people think of me like that. Even Kacchan feels the same and I know it sounds silly, but I want to put that to use. If it makes people feel happy, then I'm happy."

She hummed. He really was completely different than her and maybe....that's why she fell for him. So selfless, Izuku.

"What about you?" Je asked, looking at her, wanting to know, "What did you want to be?"

She thought about it before shrugging, "Nothing."

"Nothing?" His brows furrowed. She had many skills so that was surprising to hear, "Isn't there something you've always wanted to do? It could even be something small, doesn't have to be big."

Well, she liked fighting, that was obvious. But if she had to choose something that was normalized in society she'd have to say, "Military. Just like dear old dad."

"Oh..." He softly said, looking down at the sheets. He often daydreamed and by often, he meant everyday, about how life would have been like. Would they have met? And if they did, would she have stayed? If she were to be shipped off, she'd be away for quite some time which upsetted him. He had no reason to feel upset as this was just a scenario, but he couldn't think he would be able to go through months without her, "If you were to join, then you would be gone for months."

"Yeah, I guess." She shrugged, though her next comment made his heart flutter, "You like helping people so you can be a nurse or doctor. My own personal nurse."

A tired smile crossed his lips as a hum left his throat. Sleep was settling in him and he turned the other way where he pulled the blankets over his face, not wanting for the flattered blush to leave. He did like the idea. To be her only nurse.

Eyes glued to his back, she let out a quiet breath, moving closer to him. Without haste, she nudged her head underneath his head while her other arm laid across his side, both letting out a comforting, loving sigh. Her hand was placed above his, and the warmth entered her cold fingertips as she planted a kiss to his exposed nape. As long as they were in the arms they loved, they had nothing to worry about.

A couple hours went by and F/n was left awake. She had fallen asleep, but she had woken up and sleep no longer interested her. The sound of his soft snores along with the chattering outside could be heard.

She rolled to her back, arms sprawled with her other sill underneath his head, tingling due to no blood flow. Staring at the ceiling, she reluctantly removed herself from the bed, careful to not disturb her partner as she made her way downstairs to the kitchen. Pouring herself water, she sat down on the islam, looking out the window where she could see the night shift patrolling. The patrollers quietly talked as one of them fished out a cigarette. Their gun that was snuggly fit in its holster caught her attention just as they walked off.

She didn't have a weapon. She didn't have anything to protect herself. How stupid could she be? To forget the first lesson she learned. Due to her blissful ignorance she now stood outside, bag on her shoulders as she stayed in the dark, carefully to not let the patrollers catch her. She was heading for Gunheads workplace.   No one was allowed to be outside after dark. It was a rule that everyone agreed so when one of the night shifts was in her way, she looked below where she spotted a pebble. She picked it up before throwing it across the street, successfully hitting a mailbox as it clanged. It alerted one of the males and he went on to check the cause of the noise. She was able to pass by quietly, keeping low until she reached the small building.

The front door was locked, as expected. She moved to a side window, placing her hands on the glass and sliding it up, allowing for a slit to be created and where she could place a kitchen knife in between. Then she wiggled the blade to where the lock was placed, keeping an eye out for anything. Hearing a soft click, she fully opened it, throwing in her bag and climbing in. Finally inside, she grabbed her flashlight and turned it on the lowest setting. She then headed for the clipboard where all weapons were written down.

Gunhead had placed it in between magazines to keep it discreet. She pulled it out, going through the list before crossing the names of the pistol she was taking and going to the last page where the older male wrote Tomura's supplies. Just like him, she grabbed the pen and wrote the pistols, caution in matching Gunheads writing. Next to it, she inked Tomura's name.

Placing it back and throwing her bag out the window she removed herself from the room and locked the window. She then moved to a wall where she was able to climb the wall's panels. At the top, she carefully slid down. With her feet on the floor she kept low as she headed away from Sorston and onto the cold unmarked streets.

To avoid having her discover she used the moonlight, thankful for the rotters to be frozen and erratic. She didn't know where to go. She just let her feet take control and before she knew it she made her way back to the burned neighborhood. Walking past a few, she stopped at one that was still in good condition, the roof only being burned.

Seeing the furniture still in front of the door meant no one came in. She closed the window behind her and carefully made her way through the house, inspecting it just in case. She went room to room and upon seeing nothing strange she placed her bag on the floor, opened it up and began to work.

She took out a watch, a couple batteries, clothespins, tape, copper wire, and a yarn of string. She then took out a couple rusty nails and moved to both of the bedrooms. She grabbed any spare blankets and walked back to the living room, grabbing a chair on her way.

She placed the wooden chair near the side of the window and with the rusty nails she grabbed the end of the blanket, poked the nail through it and held it to the corner of the window where she used the back of her flashlight as a hammer.

The banging wasn't loud, but every nose she thought she heard had her pausing and continued when she made sure it was safe. She made sure that nothing could peek in or out as she now claimed the home.

Once all windows from the kitchen and living room were covered she let her light stand as she grabbed the end of the couches that she had previously placed next to the front door. She grunted as she moved it across the tile floor. She pushed it towards the bedroom doors as she no longer needed it. She then went back, grabbing the other couch and placing it to the other door.

With the remaining furniture, she also placed it next to the bedroom and bathroom, making sure that if one fell, the others would too. As that was finished she moved to sit in the middle of the empty living room where her duffel bags sat.

With the watch she pulled out, she noted she had a couple hours until the sun would rise.

She wiped her forehead from the sweat before grabbing the batteries, tape and wooden clothespin. She sniffled as she placed each battery on the bottom of the pins and used the taped to secure it. She made sure the tape wasn't wrapped around, only using enough so that it wouldn't block the wire that held the pin together.

She then held it in front of her eyes, smiling as it looked perfect to her. She grabbed another pin and proceeded to do the same until she had three. She picked up the copper wires next and with the tape, she placed a side of the wire to the end of the battery. She also used the tape to hold the wire to the clothespin. Finally, with the yarn, she stood up and headed to the front door. She taped one pin to the side of the wall, cut a string of yarn with her knife, placed it carefully so the pin would pinch it and then headed to the other side where she did the same.

She took a step back, admiring her work. She let out a small airy laugh at the tripwire she made. She wondered if her father felt proud of what she had done. The trap, when being tipped, would set the entire building on fire. It wouldn't start off as an explosion, the fire would start off small until it would reach the blankets that were hanged above, then onto the roof finally making the fire huge.

She grabbed the other set of pins she made and headed down the basement with her duffel bag in hand. She placed the duffel bag in the room. She took one last glance at the painkillers, ammo, pistol and cans of food before proceeding to trap the basement.

Just in case someone managed to get through a different entrance, the basement would have a spare one. She'd rather lose her stuff than have someone else take it. For how she would get out, she used the same window and closed it behind her, the curtain of a blanket fluttering from the wind before settling back to its previous position.

You can't avoid death. You can't hold on to what will never happen. Her father's advice: Be one step ahead while the others are a thousand behind.

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PROJECT SUNSHINE CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT → DEVILS ROLL THEIR DICE, ANGELS ROLL THEIR EYES

summary: steve harrington x oc

when another product of Hawkins National Laboratory escaped a long-survived nightmare alongside her sister, she crashed into one unsuspecting teenage boy and dragged him deeper into the dark mysteries that made up their hometown.

word count. 4.3k || masterlist || ocs moodboard

warnings: cannon typical violence, child abuse, horror, gore, and depictions of mental illness. parts of this story were written pre-season 4 release. cannon divergence.

a/n: I want you all to know that your feedback and sweet lil' comments never fail to make my day and I adore each and every one of you <3

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In a nearly identical fashion to the night before, Sunshine sat on the roof of the mall with Steve, Robin, and Dustin. She toyed with her necklace and kept her eyes trained, almost unblinking, on the loading dock, looking for even the smallest sign of trouble as they waited to give Erica the go-ahead to make her way through the air ducts and into the secret room. Sunshine had no been fully onboard with the idea, but she was outvoted. 

Robin used Dustin’s walkie while Erica used Sunshine’s, and tapped it to her helmet so she could be hands off while crawling. “Erica,” Robin said. “Do you copy?” 

“I copy. Are you nerds in position or what?” 

“We’re in position. It’s all quiet here, so you’ve got the green light.” 

“Green light, Rodger that.” A grunt followed Erica’s words and shuffling. “Commence operation child endangerment.”

Sunshine sighed, feeling a pull of worry inside her chest, despite everyone’s reassurance that Erica would be fine. “Can we maybe not call it that?” she asked, but Erica ignored her request. 

“See you nerds on the other side.” 

Maybe Sunshine was not as good as a babysitter as she wanted to believe herself to have been. She was fairly certain that allowing a ten-year-old to crawl through air ducts was already frowned upon, let alone having her crawl through ones that led to a secret room that was full of God only knew what. If anything happened to Erica, that was on Sunshine, along with Steve and Robin but she felt the most responsible. 

In fear of something going wrong, Sunshine stayed focus on the ground with her hands clenched in firsts, ready to spring to action. Using her abilities in front of Robin or Erica was not ideal but she rather expose herself than have anyone get hurt. 

Next to her, Dustin knocked into her shoulder. “She’s got this,” he said with an overly confident smile. “And, you know, if there’s any trouble, then we commence operation daylight.” He had taken the liberty of coming up with a code name for Sunshine “busting out” her abilities to “save their asses” his words, not hers. 

“What’s operation daylight?” Robin asked, having been left out of that conversation.

Dustin’s eyes widened slightly, but he covered it by pulling his binoculars closer to his face as he muttered, “Don’t worry about it.”

Robin didn’t follow up with any questions, as Erica’s voice sounded from the walkie. “All right, I’m here.” 

“Do you see anything?” Dustin asked. 

“Yeah. I see those boxes you’re so excited about.” 

“Any guards?” asked Robin. 

“Negative.” 

“Boody traps?”

Erica scoffed. “If I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?” 

Robin rolled her eyes. “Thank you for that.” 

Erica went silent. Sunshine drummed her fingers anxiously along the ledge of the roof while they waited. A crash echoed through the quiet of night before the door of the secret room opened and out strolled Erica Sinclair. She stood in the glow of the building lights, hands on her hips, wearing elbow and knee pads, and a My Little Pony backpack on her shoulders. A relieved laugh of disbelief sounded from Sunshine. Fearless sister like fearless brother; she should have guessed. 

They all hurried off the roof and met Erica. It looked like any old storage room, lined with shelves full of boxes. A cart sat in the center of the room, with even more boxes, but ones specifically from Kaufman shoes and the Imperial Panda. The five of them moved to stand around the cart, all curious to see what was inside and what their whole mission had been about in the first place: what could a bunch of Russians be smuggling inside their mall?

Steve pulled out a small pocket knife that he stole from Scoops before he looked around the group and landed on Sunshine. “Ready?” he asked, receiving a reluctant nod from her but eager ones from everybody else. He sliced open the top of the box and pulled back the flaps, only to be met with another box. Only the box inside wasn’t made of cardboard but rather metal and it had a small handle on top.

“Well, that’s definitely not Chinese food,” Steve said, hesitantly wrapping his fingers around the handle. He stopped short of opening it, though. “Maybe you guys should stand back.” Robin and Erica did so immediately, Sunshine was too focused on what exactly was inside to move, and Dustin stared down Steve with pure defiance in his eyes. 

“No,” he said. 

Steve blew air from his nose. “Dude, just step back, okay?” 

But Dustin only shook his head. “Nope. If you die, I die.” He sounded pretty set on that sentiment, and Sunshine silently looked at Steve as if to tell him that she was on the same page as the kid. Of course, she didn’t necessarily think there was something inside the box that would kill them. 

Steve twisted the handle on the top of the metal contraption, causing it to hiss and let strange steam emerge from inside the box. The steam overflowed, disappearing before it hit the floor, as Steve lifted his arm out of the box to reveal what he uncovered. They all stared at it, even more confused than before. It was a glass cylinder that contained a neon green liquid that bubbled thickly. 

“What the hell?” Steve muttered. 

They all silently studied their odd discovery but had no time to ask any questions before the storage room groaned and shook slightly, startling them into a series of gasps. The doors shut, closing them inside. 

Sunshine’s heart rate spiked. “What was that?” she asked, looking around but there was nothing but them and the boxes inside the room. No one had moved from their spots to accidentally shut the doors. 

“Booby traps,” Erica whispered in response. 

Sunshine did not want to spend another second inside that room. “We should leave. Right now.” They needed to get their evidence to Hopper so that they would no longer be responsible for whatever was happening in their town; Sunshine was done being responsible for Hawkins. Monsters released because of the Lab’s malpractice was one thing, but she had nothing to do, no relation or connection with Russia. Someone else could be the hero. 

Everyone seemed to agree. Robin said, “Let’s grab that and go,” as she snatched the cylinder from Steve and headed right for the closed door, where Dustin stood at the panel on the wall. 

“Which one do I press, Erica?” he asked, already hitting them repeatedly with his thumb, but nothing was happening.

“‘Open door.’” 

“I am!” Dustin hit the button over and over, but the door wouldn’t open. Steve shoved Dustin aside and tried to his hand at pressing the button, but it still wasn’t working. 

Sunshine suddenly felt like the walls were much too close together, boxing her in tightly and uncomfortably. “Just open the door!” she snapped, panic rising in her voice. She didn’t like small spaces, rooms with seemingly no way out. She had spent too much time inside of them. 

The door refused to open, no matter how many times Dustin and Steve pressed the button. They stopped at the sound of metal clanging together which became a mechanical buzz before the entire room was launched into a free fall. 

The walls rattled and dropped with enough force to knock all of them off balance. Screams tore from all of their lips, piercing the hot air of the little room. Sunshine grabbed onto a toppling Erica, holding onto the smaller girl before she crashed into the boxes containing the green goo. Erica was quick to wrap her arms around Sunshine and muffle her startled screams into the fabric of Sunshine’s dress.

It felt like they fell for hours, sinking into oblivion, deeper and deeper, until the room finally came to a screeching halt. Sunshine lost her balance, sending herself and Erica to the ground. The girl’s elbow jabbed into Sunshine’s ribs as she broke Erica’s fall. A pained groan left her lips. Erica winced and rolled off of Sunshine, muttering a quiet ‘sorry.’ 

It took all of them a moment to collect themselves and stand to their feet. 

“Is everyone okay?” Robin asked, breathless and holding herself up against one of the walls. 

“Yeah, I’m great now that I know Russians can’t design elevators!” Steve yelled before he resumed his position in front of the panel, once again pressing the buttons that did nothing. Sunshine looked at the panel for a long moment before she realized there was a slot of a card to be swiped beside it. She felt her shoulders slump; they were in deep shit. 

“I think we established that those buttons don’t work,” sighed Robin. 

“They’re buttons, they have to do something!” Steve snapped back. 

“Keycard,” said Sunshine, her throat feeling tight with panic, but she tried not to think about the way she felt caged in. Her panicking wouldn’t solve anything, and she wasn’t back at the Lab, locked inside her bedroom or The Room. She was with her friends, and it was her responsibility to figure out how to get them out. “We can’t do anything or go anywhere without a keycard.” 

Keycards were how people moved about the Lab. She recalled the little cards dangling off the fabric of the scientist and doctors' shirts or white coats. 

“It’s an electronic lock.” Robin rubbed her temples. “It’s the same as the loading dock door. If we don’t have a keycard, it won’t operate. Which means we’re stuck in here.” 

Out of all of the outcomes Sunshine had run over in her head, getting locked inside a secret room that doubled as an elevator was not one of them. What made it even worse, was that they trapped Erica inside there with them, and she was not happy about their situation. 

“Just so you nerds are aware, I’m supposed to be spending the night and Tina’s, and she always covers for me, but if I’m not at Uncle Jack’s party tomorrow and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she’s gonna hut you down one by one and slit your throats!” 

Steve turned away from the inoperable panel of buttons, his face dusted red, and hands clenched in fists. “I don’t care about Tina or Uncle Jack’s party! Your mom’s not going to be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator!” 

The tension inside the much too small room rose, making it even harder to breathe. Sunshine’s hands were already shaky, and her lungs felt constricted as they struggled to get air. But she had to focus; she couldn’t freak out, no matter how much she wanted to. The three of them, Steve, Dustin, and herself had found themselves in worse situations and they had come out the other side. They could figure something out; they had to. 

“No one is dying,” she said, sternly. “We just need to figure another way out of here.” 

Dustin, who’d been uncharacteristically quiet, finally spoke in a rush of panicked words, looking directly at Sunshine. “Can’t you do something!?” 

Steve shot the kid a hard look. “What do you want her to do? Laser vision the damn door down?” 

“I don’t know!” 

“Use your head, Henderson!” 

“Enough!” Sunshine yelled, feeling her rush of emotions threaten to bubble over. They had no idea what or who was on the other side of the door, nor where they even were. Sunshine’s abilities were not made to melt through a solid metal door; they needed a more practical way out that wouldn’t deplete the energy she had in case they came upon someone she needed to fight to keep everyone safe. 

Sunshine scanned the elevator, trying to think on her feet. Her eyes landed on the ceiling, where a grate sat right over their heads. “What if we climbed out?” 

Without any further argument, Steve popped the grate upwards and slid it off, opening a way out of the elevator. He climbed out first before he offered his hand to Sunshine, helping her onto the top of the secret room. They gazed upwards and were met with an impossibly long elevator shaft that went up for at least half a mile with no way to reach the top except another elevator ride. 

“What were you saying about climbing?” 

…

Hours passed, stuck inside the stupid elevator and they were no closer to finding a way out. 

Erica fell asleep first, curled up in the corner using her backpack as a pillow. Dustin knocked out second. He had tried to stay awake, forcing his eyes open and biting back yawns to try to help them come up with a plan, but Sunshine had convinced him to get some shut-eye with the argument that he’d be more help well-rested. Then Robin dozed off in the middle of a sentence, slumped against the wall in a way that would certainly leave her with a knot in her neck. 

That left Steve and Sunshine, seated closely beside each other, out of ideas for escape. 

“What do you think the odds are that the Russians are actually super cool and just let us head home after they find us?” Steve asked. 

Sunshine pursed her lips like she was actually thinking about it for a moment. “I don’t think those odds are good.” 

He sighed. “Yeah.” He gazed at his watch, realizing it was well into the early morning hours. They had no idea how long they’d be stuck down there until someone came looking for them, or until the Russians found them. Since it was past midnight, the Fourth of July had unofficially started. Instead of happily sleeping in his home and gearing up for the holiday, he was stuck underground in a Russian elevator which felt unpatriotic. 

“I think we’re going to miss our date tomorrow,” he said, gazing at her sadly. He should have figured something like that would happen to them. Was there a word stronger than ‘shit luck’ because if there was, he had it. 

After the night prior, when he showed up rain-soaked at Sunshine’s window after she called him, Steve just wanted to do something to take her mind off of everything that was troubling her, on top of confessing how he felt about her. He wanted the two of them to have one normal night in which they could be normal teenagers, freed from worries and nightmares, having fun with everyone else in Hawkins. But that wasn’t going to happen anymore because the universe hated Steve Harrington, apparently. 

He still couldn’t shake the sound of her voice cracking over the phone or the tears that streamed down her face. It all made his heart twist, and he wanted to make her forget about her troubles, even if only for a few hours. That was all he had wanted to do since they sat in the hospital hallway the night they found Will and thought they lost El. It was something, thinking back, Steve had tried to do since they were little kids, and completely obvious to just how fucked up the world was. 

A persistent heaviness hung with him since he learned, somewhat, of what happened to Sunshine’s other sister inside the Lab, Ivy. He knew she was important to Sunshine in more ways than he could probably understand. From the short conversations he had with Sunshine about what happened inside that awful place, he was painted a gruesome image. Kids, little kids all taken from their families, either lived being experimented on or they were killed. It filled Steve with a sick sort of rage to think that something so horrible had been happening right under their noses for countless years and no one ever did anything. He’d never know everything her or her siblings went through, but all of that fear and horror that swam in Sunshine’s eyes the night they re-met or when they sat in the yard of the Lab last fall told him all he needed to know. It wasn’t fair. 

And despite everything, Sunshine was still bright and wonderful. She was caring and kind when no one would’ve blamed her for not being. And God, Steve liked her so much it drove him insane. He had finally worked up the nerve to ask her out only for them to find themselves trapped inside a fucking Russian elevator, of all places. 

“It’s starting to look that way, huh?” Sunshine signed. 

“If we make it out of here, I’ll make it up to you,” he promised. 

“When we make it out of here,” she corrected. Steve smiled softly, absentmindedly rubbing his thumb along his wrist. “How’s your hand?” 

Steve twisted around his wrist. It didn’t hurt much anymore, and the bruise was already fading like it had never happened at all. “Almost as good as new.” He hesitated for a moment, thinking back to their conversation when Sunshine saw right through his lies about how he hurt his wrist in the first place. “The other day when you said you understood when I was telling you about my dad, you were talking about that place, weren’t you? You were talking about the Lab.” He didn’t want to upset her with his question, but he wanted to understand just a little bit more. 

“Yes,” Sunshine whispered, casting her gaze downwards onto her lap. “I know it’s different, but that still doesn’t mean he has the right to hurt you. No one does.” 

He shrugged, probably a bit too casually. “I don’t know. I kind of brought it onto myself.” It was his fault for egging his dad on instead of just silently agreeing to whatever bullshit the man spit in his direction. He made his dad angry knowing what he’d do. 

“What do you mean?” 

“My dad just doesn’t get it. He thinks I’m this lazy and ungrateful kid. He thinks that I don’t care about my future or how people see our family. And when we were arguing I wanted to throw the truth in his face so bad. I wanted to feel bad.” A dry, humorless laugh left his lips. “But that’s the thing. Even if my dad knew the truth about everything, what we’ve done and seen, I still don’t think he’d see me as anything more than a screw-up.”

Sunshine sat up a little straighter, her hand reaching for his arm and squeezing it lightly. “You are not a screw-up, Steve.” There it was again, that intensity that glittered in her golden-brown eyes that made him squirm. “If it weren’t for you, I don’t know if any of us would be here right now.” He doubted that. Sometimes he felt like more trouble than he was worth. 

“If it weren’t for me, none of us would be stuck in here,” he said. “I should have listened to you. We should have taken this whole thing straight to Hopper. Now…Now I don’t know what’s going to happen.” How long would it take for someone to realize they were gone? How long would it take anyone to figure out where they were and how to get them out?

“We’ll figure it out. We always do,” she said. “It’s like the junkyard last year, right? We follow the same rules and hopefully, by the end of the night, we’re back home and everyone’s safe and sound.” 

“Same rules,” Steve repeated with a nod, looking across the elevator to the three sleeping figures. “Keep them safe and try not to die in the process.”

A small smile tugged on the corner of Sunshine’s lips as she leaned against his shoulder, looking as tired as he felt. “And try not to get beat up in the process.” 

Steve playfully rolled his eyes. “I can’t make any promises with that one. I’m just too pretty, it’s distracting.” 

“Yeah,” she hummed. “A little.” 

“Wait, what?” 

She quickly cleared her throat and said, “We should probably get some sleep before we have to meet some Russians.” 

They both began to doze off, but Steve’s mind was too alive to fall asleep. He listened to the steady breathing of the four others stuck with him and repeated Sunshine’s words in his head. Keep everyone safe and don’t die. That’s all he had to do.

Steve woke up the opposite of well-rested to the droning sound of Dustin’s voice coming from above. Everyone else had also been woken up by Dustin, all disappointed that the events from the night hadn’t been just a bad dream. 

Climbing out of the room and onto the top of the elevator, Steve joined Dustin with a huff as the kid continued to repeat the same message over and over again. “This is a code red. I repeat, a code red. Does anyone copy? We’re innocent children and we are trapped under Starcourt Mall. The Red Army has infiltrated Hawkins and if we are found, they will torture and kill us.” That was just what Steve wanted to hear directly after waking up. 

“Take it easy on that thing. You’re going to drain the battery,” he said. 

“The mall just opened,” Dustin said. 

“So?” 

“So, someone could be in range.” 

“Do you think Petey the mall cop is going to rappel down here and save the day?” If they were going to get out, it was up to them. 

“Why are you such a cranky pants after getting to spend the night with Sunshine?” 

“Shh!” Steve snapped, glaring at Dustin, who only wiggled his eyebrows in return. 

“I heard you guys talking all night.” 

Steve looked around the elevator shaft again, seeing if there was something they may have overlooked, but there was nothing. The only way out was through the door with a keycard they didn’t possess. Maybe he should have tried to take out the guard then at least they have the card to let them out or take them back up the surface. He could survive another black eye or broken nose, probably not a gunshot, though. He was tough but not invincible. 

“We were trying to figure a way out while you guys were sleeping.” 

Dustin’s expression shifted slightly as he started to fiddle with his walkie. “And, uh, I heard you guys talking about your date…that was supposed to be tonight.” 

“There’s not going to be a date period, if we can’t find a way out of here,” Steve said, trying to shrug off his disappointment. He was upset, sure, but he had to stay focused on one thing at a time. When they found their way out, he’d make it up to her just as he promised. 

“You also mentioned something about your dad,” Dustin said, finally catching Steve’s full attention. “What did he do?” 

Steve shook his head sharply, not wanting to drag Dustin into his weird parental issues. “Nothing, Dustin.” He didn’t mean for his words to come out with a harsh edge and immediately corrected himself. “Sorry," he sighed. "I just want us to get the hell out of here. That’s why I’m all cranky, all right?”

“Okay.” Dustin shoved his walkie back into his backpack before he said, “We will. Find a way out, I mean. We-” He was cut off by Robin’s head popping through the opening, meeting them with frantic eyes. 

“We’ve got company!” 

A mechanical noise rose steadily, which Steve assumed meant someone was coming. Robin climbed out onto the top of the elevator before helping Erica, who was then followed by Sunshine. Steve quickly placed the grate back over the opening and all five of them crouched in tense silence, listening to the noise coming closer and closer until it was upon them. The click of the door opening filled his ears, followed by two voices speaking in Russian. 

Steve needed to think fast. He looked over the group, looking for a plan to strike him, and it did as soon as he saw Erica had grabbed one of the cylinders of green goo before she climbed up there. He snatched it from her hands and listened closely for the sound of Russian to fade away. Once he was positive that the people below were gone, he worked faster than he was sure he had ever before. He pulled back the grate, jumped down back into the elevator just as the door was halfway closed. Before it reached the bottom, locking them inside for a second time, he placed the green goo container on the floor under the closing door, leaving a small slit that was just big enough for them to crawl through. 

“Come on!” he called to the group. Erica slid out first before Dustin dove after her. Little fractures started to form along the glass, telling them their time was almost out. Robin quickly crawled through next and once she was out, she hastily latched onto Sunshine’s arm and all but dragged her out. As the glass was seconds away from shattering, Steve scurried out, holding his breath and praying the door wouldn’t close on his legs. His foot was less than a centimeter away from the door when the cylinder broke, and the door clamped shut with an echoey clank. The green goo spilled out onto the floor, melting it instantly and with terrifying ease, smoking as it did so. 

Robin looked at Erica pointedly. “You still want to drink that?” The younger girl glared back at her. 

Dustin was the first to turn around and see where the elevator had taken them. “Holy mother of God,” he muttered, leading everyone to follow his gaze. In front of them was a single hallway that looked to stretch on for what looked like miles in only one direction.

Steve felt a terrible absurdity overtake him as he, once again, found himself in an indescribable situation. “I hope you guys are in good shape,” he said, patting Dustin on the shoulder. “I’m looking at you, roast beef.” 

Tag List. @sattlersquarry , @leptitlu , @drunkengodsofslaughter

[captain039]

Serving her

Alpha!Cas x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, light swearing, light gore, first time, smut, claiming, dominant cas, Cas has experience and is a fast learner, mates

When Cas first popped in you jumped out your skin while the boys seemed unfazed.

“Apologies” he said in a monotone voice and you just nodded staring at him confused as he spoke to Sam and Dean. You kept staring at him, feeling something stir inside you but you’re unsure what, you couldn’t smell him like you could Sam and Dean who were plainly alphas. You got a raised eyebrow from Sam who seemed to be trying to catch your attention but you were just baffled.

“What is he?” You blurted and they all looked to you.

“He is an angel” Sam said smirking slightly at you.

“Angel” you muttered nodding.

“Awesome” you said sarcastically.

“You don’t believe him?” The angel asked.

“Where’s your wings?” You asked arms crossed.

“You can’t see them” he stated.

“Halo?” You said mostly for laughs and he frowned.

“I don’t have a halo, no angels do actually” he said seriously.

“Oh” you mumbled.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Castiel” he answered and you nodded.

“So you weren’t nuts” you muttered looking to Dean.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” He asked frowning.

“Nothing” you said quickly busying yourself with packing again.

“Continue your man talk” you said and they gave you odd looks before continuing.

“You don’t smell” you blurted before you could think and the angel turned back to you while you froze and flushed.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled and Sam snickered.

“Jesus” Dean rolled his eyes.

“I do have a scent, I just hide it as it is overwhelming to humans” he explained and you nodded.

“Sorry” you repeated shoving your clothes in your bag.

“I have to ask why is there an omega with you? Is she Deans?” Castiel asked and you wished the earth would swallow you up.

“Is she mine?” Dean said wanting to laugh and you glared and you went to yell at the angel.

“She beat my ass for touching her towel” he explained laughing and interrupting.

“You were gonna use it!” You snapped.

“No shes not Deans and her name is Y/n” Sam said.

“I know” Castiel said.

“Of course you do” Dean mumbled.

“Why is she here?” The angel pressed.

“She saved our asses more than once” Dean said and you smiled slightly.

“So?” The angel said and you glared.

“Dick” you mumbled.

“So, we owe her our lives” Sam sighed crossing his arms.

“Ok” Castiel finished and you frowned at his bluntness and lack of emotions.

After that meeting he kept popping in or turning up suddenly scaring the hell out of all of you most of the time. He just popped up randomly in the car or on a job, it wasn’t healthy for your heart, you were too young for a heart attack. Over time though you kinda got used to it, not the popping up randomly, but him being there. You were by yourself this time searching the house for clues while Dean and Sam acted as Feds. You were scared to act as a fed and always blew it.

“Have you found anything?” You almost screamed and shot as you turned to Cas. You glared lowering your gun and huffing.

“A text, a phone call, a letter, anything! So I don’t die of a heart attack!” You yelled and he just stared normally, no emotion.

“No I haven’t found anything” you sighed.

“Could just be an angry alpha” you sighed.

“Angry alpha?” Cas said frowning.

“You know, big bad wolf, I’m possessive and insecure so I’ll yell at the lower rank for kicks” you mocked sticking your chest out and flexing your arms. Cas just frowned and you rolled your eyes ready to give up on the angel.

“You know, you’re mean” you froze and turned at the voice in the hallway. A man stood outside the door, tattoos down his arms and face.

“Djin” you muttered worried.

“I don’t like your tone either” his eyes darkened and his voice washed over you uncomfortable. Your hands shook and you cowered, gulping.

“Answer me when spoken too!” He roared and you collapsed. Your whole body shook and you covered against the cupboard. You covered your face as the Djin screamed and disappeared, Cas standing behind him now. You shook uncontrollably and cursed silently. Cas spoke to you but you couldn’t hear him as he walked forward.

A scent filled your nose though and you frowned thinking maybe the boys turned up. You frowned staring at Cas who knelt by you before nodding his head once. You stared at him warmth filling you as your shakes left. He smelt…. heavenly, ironic. You wondered if all angels smelt like this, like, home. His hand was on your shoulder and knee that you had by your chest. An alpha using his voice was bad enough, a Djin using it, well that was worse.

You heard footsteps and saw Dean and Sam outside the door.

“You weren’t answering-“ Dean stopped mid sentence.

“What happened?” Dean asked coming in with Sam behind him.

“Geez” Dean held his arm over his nose.

“I had no choice” Cas said as you processed. He smelt really good, you didn’t focus on Sam and Deans scent at all, just his.

“You stink dude” Dean complained.

“You alright?” Sam asked as you looked to him.

“A Djin used his alpha voice on her, she was shaken up, I have disposed of the creature” Cas said. Dean frowned and you felt small and useless. This has only happened a few times, but it was either of the boys who calmed you down after the hunt, blankets, a jacket maybe. You all headed to another motel and you rented your own room, ready to curl up in a nest on the bed. Sam was quick to leave you his jacket while Dean was talking to Bobby about something.

“Call if you need anything” Sam smiled softly and you nodded going in your room and locking the door. You sighed shrugging on Sam’s jacket and sighing at the comforting scent of family. You raised the cupboard of extra blankets and pillows and made the bed into a nest. You wrapped yourself in blankets and turned on the TV. you sank into the sheets trying to shake the feeling that the Djin would pop up and do something. You shivered and shook your head focusing on the TV instead.

You awoke to movement in your room and grabbed your gun, aiming at whoever it was.

“Cas?” You said tiredly and he turned around.

“You’re awake” he stated and you rolled your eyes placing your gun down.

“Why’re you in my room?” You asked sighing. You frowned though, the same scent from before coming from him, he smelt really good, your whole body relaxing and calling him almost.

“I brought you supplies” he said pointing to two bags on the counter.

“Food?” You asked and he nodded.

“Your heat is approaching also” he said and you froze, body going hot.

“What?” You muttered getting up and checking your phone. You’d taken your suppressants you shouldn’t be going into heat.

“That’s impossible!” You said as Cas finished unpacking and turned around. He stilled looking you up and down and you frowned. You looked down and flushed, you only had underwear and a T-shirt on along with Sam’s jacket. You froze when he growled and walked forward.

“Take that off” he said voice low and commanding, but not using his alpha tone. You frowned before you realised. You shrugged off Sam’s jacket and Cas glared at it as you chucked it on a seat.

“It’s a comfort thing from family” you mumbled feeling like you had to explain yourself.

“You won’t need it” Cas said simply going back to putting items in the fridge.

“Huh?” You said confused by his behaviour.

“Cas?” You added when he didn’t answer. He sighed stilling his movements.

“Cas, what’s going on you’re scaring me” you crossed your arms, fidgeting lightly on the spot.

“Can you not sense it?” He asked seriously and you frowned.

“Sense what?” You asked.

“I can smell you if that’s what you mean, I don’t-?” You stuttered confused. He walked forward into your personal space and stared. You felt little under his gaze and avoiding his eyes.

“Mate” he muttered and your body shuddered as you snapped your eyes to him.

Next chapter ->

[goayeos]

LIES AND BLOODSHED / 9:06 PM

Fandom: ATEEZ (Park Seong Hwa)

Genre: Angst, Yandere, Drabble, Gore

Word Count: 569

TW: blood, gore, death, mentions of serial killing, yandere, manipulation.

 “What’s so bad about a little bloodshed?” He looked into her eyes, which were full of uncertainty, unease, and anxiety, it made him laugh a bit. At her silence he feigned hurt, tapping her cheek with his left index and middle fingers, “you should respond when talked to, angel.”

   She didn’t know what to say, looking around at the red stained basement floor. The once brown panels of wood were now deep scarlet, and the large room now felt small and tight with the pungent scent of death lingering, it didn’t seem to bother him though. After all, he was the reason for all the skin grafts on those meathangers.

   “Hwa… who exactly are you?..” She muttered, not able to leave the grip of his arm around her waist.

   “...Who am I?” Seonghwa chuckled, finding his wife’s concern quite amusing. “I’m still the man you fell in love with years ago, I’m still here, I’ve never changed..” He continued, “..but you’re aware that even the people closest to you, even you, yourself, keep secrets from you. I guess you’ve figured out mine.” 

   Seonghwa’s eyes narrowed, his lips brushing against her jugular now. “I’m not gonna hurt you… relax puddin’,” he whispered, feeling her tense up, “don’t you trust your husband?”

   With hesitance, she slowly nodded after a minute, but that was after Seonghwa was getting impatient, his blade pressed against her soft skin. “Good.. good angel.”

   “Now I have to ask you one more thing,” He stood straight, letting go of her as he looked down at her shorter stature, “and you wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” 

   She shook her head, letting out a breath.

   “You wouldn’t tell the authorities, no? Because I also know a secret of yours, baby.” Seonghwa raised his brows in amusement when she shook her head. “I-I’m not hiding anything. What would make you think so?” She looked up at him with a troubled gaze. “No?” He nearly scoffed out, then went out of her vision, into the dimmest part of the basement, where he opened the closet.

   “You mind explaining this then, my dear, loving, oh so beautiful wife. You said you’d never lie to me, so I just want to know, because.. you know, I’m curious.” Seonghwa explained so casually, dragging out a deceased woman by the hair, covered in blood. His other hand held the back of her shirt for support, since the poor woman’s hair was jaggedly cut in a degrading way.

   “Because I, oh baby girl, I didn't kill her. I’ve never seen her let alone would I ever touch her in this way, this.. This is disgusting.”

   Seonghwa dropped the body at his wife’s feet, and watched as her face turned from feigned anxiety to stoic uneasiness. 

   “I said I wouldn't lie... “ She slowly turned her back to him, sliding sneakily the .22 in her grip, a devilish smile growing onto her features, as she let out a laugh.

   “And I meant that.” 

   She turned quickly, gun to Seonghwa’s head.

   “No female is gonna touch you, because you belong to me.” She cocked her brow, spitting on the dead body.

   “And that harlot pushed her luck. Unrest in turmoil.” 

   “What-”

   She snarled, before pistoling his foot, and dragging him away to the closet despite his newfound pain.

   “Goodnight, my dear, loving, oh so beautiful husband. I said I’d never lie to you..” She smiled, closing the door.

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A/N: I've been preparing a series, comes out February 1st, 2024. It's called "Paranoia", and includes all members of ATEEZ. Most of them will be NSFW, as they are centered around adult content (sex, smoking, drinking, drugs, gangs, etc.). I'll be updating more about this on a separate post, but go ahead and let me know what you think about this one! Thank you for your time and take care of yourselves. <3

-Sweetness (2023)

[the-demon-of-a-thousand-eyes]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 32

View Kill Tino, Monsters Compounding into the Sight

Pairing: Alastor x F!OC (Theia, The Demon of a Thousand Eyes)

Chapter Summary: After learning the news from the end of the previous chapter, you choose to do the healthiest method of coping you can think of: killing Tino and then fucking Alastor and Ombre while the three of you are in your demon forms, of course.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: blood, knife, gore, murder, Valentino, body horror, tentacles, monster-fucking, cannibalism

“I’m fine, ma moitié,” you tell Alastor for the fifth time in the last ten minutes. He’s been fussing over you, doting on you, ever since you’d left Rosie’s, keeping your feet propped up and a bowl of eyeballs just within reach. Ombre, meanwhile, is still draped about you like a cape: quiet, unassuming, and refusing to let you get up off the bed. It’s as if they’re both determined to fix the problem before anything has even begun. There’s no guarantee I’m pregnant anyway, so what’s the fuss? Then you start to panic. Oh God what if I am pregnant? What would a baby that’s from both of us even look like? “I’m fine, I promise. Can you stop pacing and sit down, please?” “So much to do, nostre reine; we must prepare.” He says easily as he starts doing some measurements to add a new room onto his suite, summoning shadow minions to do the work for him. You snag his hand when he paces back by the bed. “Al, bien-aimé, please. Come sit. We don’t even know if I’m actually—” You choke on the words and start to sob without meaning to do so. “I can’t be pregnant, Al, I cone’t want a girl. I don’t want her to suffer like I have, like I will.” You can’t help it. You’ve never told anyone this, and now it’s all pouring out. Seeing you a sobbing wreck does get him to join you and Ombre on the bed, however, so he sits down beside you and pulls you into his arms. “The first one is always a girl. View saw what was in the book. I don’t need to even read it to know that. Every first child is always a girl, and she is afflicted the same way that all the rest of us are.” The rest of the words that spill out are in a jumbled panic, and you feel yourself start to hyperventilate. He shushes you and kisses your lips to quiet your trembling mouth. You kiss him back with fervor, despite your shaking form and the mess of tears covering your face. “As you just said, we don’t know if you are, and if you were, we’d have all the more reason to find this angel and break every bone in her body and tear her apart until she breaks the curse.” His antlers start to elongate and you see his eyes start to turn to dials. You shiver with excitement at the sight. Ombre, who has been silent since the words came out of your mouth in Rosie’s lounge, murmurs into your ear, “We will eviscerate that angel’s body to rid you and yours of this wretched curse, our majesty.” Your eyes flash red. “Speaking of breaking bones, I have a moth to murder.” You declare, refusing to think about your doomed future any longer, determined to turn your panic and fear onto someone you can hurt. “Nostre reine, you’re insane if you think I’m letting you out of my sight.” Alastor kisses your nose. “Who said anything about leaving it? I want you there, ma moitié. I want you to watch.” You grin wickedly and your eyes flash again.

The look on his face turns salacious and foul. Ombre vibrates on your skin, rippling in sheer eagerness. He kisses you fiercely. “Lead the way, nostre reine.” “I shudder in eager anticipation, our queen.” You pull on the collar of your dress and it changes patterns to the one you’d had the day before. When Alastor protests, you point out, “The red will contrast so well, ma moitié.” He kisses you fiercely again, and the three of you rise from the bed. 

Ombre detaches themself from you to retrieve your knife. You won’t kill Tino with it of course, but it would be fun to threaten him with it for a while. You slip the belt around your waist on which your knife is holstered. As soon as it slides into place, the eyes on the belt and sheath blink up at you. Making the decision to do what Charlie had refused to before, you open the eyes in the studio and find Valentino in the middle of shooting a scene that surprisingly doesn’t include Angel for once, but perhaps it is one of his very few days off today. You close the eyes in the studio. “Alsight this is going to be fun.” You say as Ombre wraps themself around you like a cape again. In a blink, you’re inside Tino’s studio. It takes him a moment to notice you, even as you practically manifest on top of the bed. Stupid blind moth.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Tino bellows, before he sees you. “Ojitas? What, come to lose another round of ‘who has Angel Dust?’” “Actually, Tino,” you step forward, and as he steps closer as well, he finally notices Alastor and suddenly looks nervous, “see, I made a little promise to you when I left the studio when last we spoke. Do you recall what it was?” You unsheath your knife and run your tongue along it as his eyes widen. Most of the employees of Tino’s studio bolt from the room. “M-Maestra punishes the worst ones first.” He stutters out and you smirk. “If that’s true, why is he here?” “Who?” You give him a blank look just to toy with him. “Oh, you mean Alastor?” You wave your hand dismissively as Al manifests the chair from his sitting room. Ombre drapes themself over the back of it to watch as well. “He and his equally perfect shadow are just here to watch the show.” You wink at a nearby camera without turning your head. “Vox,~” You tease from where you stand, “be a good boy and stay where you are. If you try to interfere, I’ll subject you to the same torture, just for far longer and far more painful, and I hardly see the point in that, hmm?” You see Alastor smirk, and Ombre shivers with delight again, but both their gazes stay fixed on you. You cross the room to Tino and press the blade against his neck. “Here’s how this is going to work. See, Maestra knows a thing or two, but you, my stupid little pupil, are so blind that you can’t read the board, see the writing on the wall. I see the way you look at me. I know what you want, what you can never have. Vox got the free sample platter offered because I was bored and he was easy. Alastor and his shadow Ombre, they get the full course meal and dessert because they know how to respect a lady and treat her to a good time. But you, the insipid little waste of space that you are,” you let the blade dig into his flesh and smirk harder as he flinches, as it draws blood, “this is the closest you will ever get to having even a taste of this, and I am going to kill you right here and now.” You feel a buzz of TV static and turn to the nearest camera, your knife unmoving from Tino’s throat as it digs deeper into his flesh, a larger rivulet of blood seeping from it. “Remember what I just warned you about, Vox~” You croon, “I’m only going to kill him with my bare hands. I’d never use the knife on him, no. Then he’d be gone for good, and I wouldn’t be able to kill him again. That tends to happen with angelic steel weaponry, after all.” With your free hand, you tug on your collar, and your dress shapes to cut low in the back and hug your form. Alastor’s eyes dilate slightly, but you suspect it’s because he knows what’s coming next. Your eyes flash red and your tentacles emerge from your back, freed from their confines once more. You roar, and whoever that had dared to remain in the studio up until this point finally decide to flee. 

The Thousand Eyes writhe in elation at being released. As your tentacles wrap around all six of Tino’s limbs, his torso and around his neck, you sheath the blade. “Now I’m going to tear you apart.” You say calmly, casually, off-handedly. You may be facing away from them both, but your focus is on Alastor and Ombre, who are both leaning towards you, entranced by your movements. 

If you had better control of your tentacles, you could carry this on for hours, but instead it is far quicker than you’d enjoy, the limbs acting out of the sheer thrill of tearing another victim apart.

 First his legs, one and then the other. You relish in the choked wail that bubbles from his lips, and you let his torso fall to the ground. “Having fun, Tino?” You croon to him, and he seems to be too stunned to speak from the loss of limbs and blood. “Has my pupil finally learned his lesson? Oh, my bad. I guess I forgot to tell you what today’s lesson is.” You cackle as you watch him flop over onto his four hands to try and crawl away from you, blood gushing from his wounds as he struggles to get any kind of traction on the garish purple carpet, where it will no doubt leave permanent stains. In his desperation, he drops his cigarette holder and it rolls under the bed. “Today’s lesson is: don’t break your toys. Otherwise, Maestra will break you. From now on, every day I find out that you’ve hurt one of your souls for your pathetic films, I will come here and tear you apart. Every time you die, I will wait until you respawn, and I will kill you again. You have two choices,” you say as your tentacles grab ahold of his struggling torso and pull him back towards you, “you can either learn your lesson and show your contracted souls respect,” you flip him onto his back again so you can watch his face filled with panic as a pair of your tentacles wrap around each of his wings, “or…you can give me all of your souls, since you don’t know how to play nicely.” With a wicked grin, you wrap another pair of tentacles around his lower arms. “What do you think, arms or wings next, mes rois?”

“Whatever would satisfy you greater, nostre reine.” Alastor purrs back, leaning back into his chair as he watches, one of his palms nestled under his chin on the arm.

“Wings, our queen. Wings.” Ombre insists.

You turn your gaze at them both to give a salacious smirk of your own. “Good choice.”

The shriek that bursts from Tino’s lips is a pleasure to hear. You wish you’d thought to record it so you could listen to it on command. The sound of ripping, tearing, wailing blesses your ears and you revel in the blood splatter and gush as it paints you in pretty, pretty red. You toss his wings aside unceremoniously and then wrap your blood-covered tentacles around both sets of arms.

“So, Tino,” You sing as you drag his bloody torso closer so you can turn him around and have your gaze meet Alastor’s so you’re not even looking down at the writhing wingless moth beneath you, “have we learned our lesson today?” When he doesn’t reply, you cackle darkly, “What, too broken to talk? I’m hardly done yet. C’mon, you’re always so busy with those quick words of yours. Have nothing to say? Be grateful I haven’t ripped out that tongue yet and speak. I’ll wait. I’ll wait until you bleed out on this floor, in fact.” “Fuck you, Ojitas.” He spits, and you rip an arm from his torso for his impertinence, closing the eyes in front of you as the spray hits your skin. As he wails, you rip the other half of the pair off, declaring, “Tsk, tsk, Tino. What a bad little pupil. You know what my name is.” “M-Maestra, please,” He begs, and you smirk harder. “What is it, hm? What can Maestra do for her pupil?” One of your tentacles soaked in his blood strokes his cheek, leaving his face covered in it.

“P-please, Maestra…” He coughs as you run the red-coated tentacle across his lips and nose. “...kill me.” Your laugh bursts from you with unrestrained elation. “You silly, stupid, pathetic little moth. There’s far too much fun to be had for that just quite yet, hm? Besides, someone hasn’t learned their lesson. Are you going to be a good boy and play nice with your toys, or is Maestra going to have to take them from you?” “I-” He chokes as you wrap a tentacle around his throat and squeeze gently, just for the sake of watching him squirm, “I-” He tries again as you wrap your tentacles around both of the arms still connected to his torso. “I’ll b-be good.” He stutters, and your cackle emerges from your lips again.

“See, I don’t believe you,” you declare as you tear off one of his arms so that he only has one left, “so here’s how you can prove it to me. I’m going to kill you when I decide you’ve understood what I want from you. You will respawn, and when I catch wind that you haven’t learned your lesson, I’ll just have to reteach it to you again.” You rend the final limb from his torso as you declare, ignoring his sobbing pleads, “Every time you forget to learn the lesson, it will be more painful for you to hear, and the longer it will take. You’d do well to remember that, but I know you won’t. So understand me now. There are only two options, and neither of them are pretty: play nice with your souls, or give them all to me.” Your tentacle squeezes his neck again, testing how much force you’ll have to apply to remove his head from his shoulders. “Are we understood, Tino?” Hoarsely, he gasps out, “Y-yes, M-Maestra!” “Good. Remember what I’ve taught you today, and maybe I won’t have to kill you for a third time. The second one? That’ll be just for fun.” You grin wickedly and your tentacles pull. The sound of blood and viscera and bone and muscle squelching as your tentacles behead him slowly, achingly slowly, and the blood-curdling, delightful, raw wail of a broken man hits your ears. The tentacles hold his head aloft like a battle trophy and others, as the light still holds and his mind still reels, push off his stupid heart-shaped frames and burrow into his sockets as they pluck out his eyes. “Mmm, delicious,” You say as your Thousand Eyes drop the head carelessly and bring the two eyeballs to your outstretched palm. Alastor and Ombre, who have been noticeably quiet, are watching you with an intensity you greatly appreciate as you stride across the room to them, covered in blood and all Thousand Eyes focusing on them both. You perch on Alastor’s lap and offer him an eyeball, pointedly ignoring but not unaware of the massive bulge in his trousers underneath you. He licks the eyeball into his mouth and you see him relish in the taste as you pop the other into your own, then kiss him and then Ombre fiercely. Before you can speak, before he even says a word, he wraps his arm under your legs and stand., He has the chair disappear back to his lounge, then kisses your lips fiercely as his antlers grow and his eyes turn to dials. You shiver and feel yourself drool a little at the sight as heat pools in between your legs. As he calls forth his shadows to carry you both elsewhere, you see his body increase in size and stature, his spine popping and elongating wildly. You let out a glorious screech and allow your own body to do the same as you feel yourself touch down in a field away from everything. He is a nasty, wicked, wild thing, and so are you, stories tall and jagged limbs as his own tentacles emerge from his spine. He is devastatingly handsome like this, terrible and brutal, all limbs and teeth. You want him inside you, inside your massive, writhing form.

He will break you, and you want him to, as your blood-soaked tentacles seek his own. He is on you in an instant, your gaping mouths crashing and gnashing at each other. Ombre coils out from him to bite at your flesh wherever they can reach, and one of your massively clawed hands tugs on your collar to drop your dress to the ground. Your tentacles tug at his suit and his own comply, nearly popping buttons and tearing fabric in a desperate plea to have skin to skin contact. Your massively large maw hangs open agog at the sight of the impossibly large cock before you, and drool drips from your lips as you feel yourself soak your panties, dripping onto the ground. He has never looked so incredible before, and you want him inside you already. You jump on him, knocking him over.

The ground shakes as the two of you roll together in the blood-red grass, and Ombre sinks their semi-permeable teeth into every inch of your waiting skin as they pull your panties down hips and off your feet. You feel the massiveness of him and you want him inside you, the earth trembling as your legs fall open for them both. You want them inside you again, outside in the crisp Hellish night air. All of your tentacles, all of your Thousand Eyes, reach for him as he collapses to his knees, the dirt kicked up in his wake. There is no need for much preamble or foreplay. You’re drenching the ground beneath you already as Ombre slides into you with ease. They fill you as they always have, perfectly stretching to meet the confines of your walls. 

“M̴̤͙͕̩͎͎̟͒̑̎̎͋̍͝O̴̝̹̞̠̫̒͊̍̄̔̉̂́͆̕͝Ȑ̶̙̙̿͆̏́͑͑̀͊̊̉̐̀̅̊E̸̡̛͓̹̟̮̠̬͖͓̬̹̜͊̿̃͌̄̈́̚̚͜͜͝.̵̠̙͕͉̬͗͒̔̈́̇̌̈́̏̃” 

You howl, the first you’ve spoken since you placed the eyeball on his tongue.

 “Ṃ̷̧̡̛̩̬͇̻͎̮̪̳̟̘̍͗̈́̓͑̈͂̚Ö̶͈̬̦̑̓̉̎̋͊̍́́͌͆́͘̕͝R̶̡̛͚̦̞̲̗͈̺̠͇̗̫̽́̐̊̃̍̄̈̈̊̌͠͝͠É̵̲̭͙̰͆̎̏̈́͛͜͝.̵̳͚̼̳̻̬̼̲̘̳͕̣̝͉̱͊̀̀͑̈́̀̂̇̿͘ ̶̨̢̡̢̡̧͍͈̘̬͓̩̘̪̓̇̈́̀̋͑̋̑̀̇͆̍͘B̸̙̝̯͗̆̏͑̌͌̋̈͌͝Ö̵̱́̓̎́̾͘Ţ̵̘̱̙̋́́̇́̑̅̿̚͜Ḩ̷̛͔̣̝͕̗͉̓̈́͒̏̎̈́̒̒͋̈́͜͠ ̵̢̡͕̹̦̲̟͍̞̳̦̦͛̍̄̅̕͜O̸̪̹̩̜͙͔͎̍͋̿F̵̧̩̻͖͕͎̀͒̈́͐̃̈́͗͐ ̸̛͖͐̉̒̒̎͂́͝Ỷ̶̧̡̛̛͕͚͚̺͔̤͓̲͎̀̽̑͛̓̿̈͌̈̀̀͘͝Ǫ̶̧͚̺̻̘͓̝̫͍̞̟̬̺͇͕̃̌̅̅̈́̍̏̎̇͘̚͠Ų̴̛͈̲̲͇̜͇̙̯̥̥͍̣̰̮͔͗̀́̀̍͆̈́̍́͐̇͗̍.̶̢̛̤͓̹̻͇̻̳̟̦̬̱͕̪͕̯̈́̍̓͑̾̈͊́̂͋̈́͒̌̌̚͠ ̶̛͚̪̖̻̆̀̍̍͝Ņ̷̣͓̖̜̗͎͇̞̯͕̀͐̉́̈́͒Ǒ̴̳̱̗̠͝Ŵ̵͖̰̖͉͉͔̤̈́̓̃̀̍̇̾̂̇̉͗͌̏̀̕ͅ.̸͚̭̗͗̀̓̓”

They shift, and Alastor’s massive, impossibly massive cock lines up to sheath himself  inside beside them. You howl in delight at the feeling of them both stretching you impossibly wider, feel the bulge inside your belly as you are overly full. You never want to be empty again.

“Ǫ̴͔̪̳͔̻̜̳̰͇̖͒̿̓͂̀̀̕Ư̸̢̻̮̜͕̥̟̪͖̝̐̎̏̋̆̑͒͂̅̉̾̐̈́̉̕͝Ŗ̵̤̖͓̘̝̣͉̟͚̬͚͗̀͑͋͌̊̅͋̽̅̅̎͂̀͜ͅS̴̜̹̪͚̟͙̪͍͙͙̙̦͛̃̐͊̈́͋̀̆̆͐͜͝͠”

“Ǫ̴͔̪̳͔̻̜̳̰͇̖͒̿̓͂̀̀̕Ư̸̢̻̮̜͕̥̟̪͖̝̐̎̏̋̆̑͒͂̅̉̾̐̈́̉̕͝Ŗ̵̤̖͓̘̝̣͉̟͚̬͚͗̀͑͋͌̊̅͋̽̅̅̎͂̀͜ͅS̴̜̹̪͚̟͙̪͍͙͙̙̦͛̃̐͊̈́͋̀̆̆͐͜͝͠”

They roar in unison, and you moan as Alastor’s tentacles pull you impossibly closer, one snaking into your mouth and down your throat. You gag on it and tears prick your eyes as you take it deeper. Another snakes around your hips and prods at your other entrance, and despite everything, you buck into it, desperate for more. Your own reach for him as he fills you, and you breathe through your nose as more pain hits you. You moan at the feel of it, stretching you further, deeper, than ever before. Your own slip into Alastor’s mouth and around his legs, around his balls and up to prod at his ass, wrapping around Ombre’s body in every spot you can reach. Just as he is filling you, you will fill them both. You buck your hips again and so does he. You find him sinking down onto your tentacles as he does yours, and the noises you make as you shake the ground harder echo into the night a rumble like thunder. You wonder if they’ll hear this in Lust and be jealous. It makes you moan and howl louder, determined for all of Hell to hear the joyous sounds you are experiencing. The pace they set is brutal, pounding into you, and your claws dig into his flesh as both of them do the same. Rivulets of his blood and yours are pooling together as they dig deeper, red and black spilling so prettily. One of his tentacles curls around your thigh to tease your clit and you can’t give a warning before your orgasm hits you, and you don’t need to, as their own, in unison, hits them both less than a breath later. It’s a screaming, mind-numbing orgasm, and the best you’ve ever had. You are a sobbing mess and there are tears streaming down your face. Your chest is riddled with cuts, and your neck is covered in drool. You’ve never felt more alive. The three of you collapse as your bodies return to your humanoid forms, and you find yourself curling into their sides as all three of you breathe together, panting. He is still inside you, filling you fully, fuller than ever, and still releasing his essence into you, even as he uses the shadows to carry the three of you and your clothing back safely to the confines of the bed the three of you have begun to share.

A/N: A spicy chapter that I've been looking forward to since Theia held a knife to Tino's throat. Special thanks to @selenezq for the encouragement to do the monster-fucking scene, as I was uncertain.

Chapter 33 will be kitchen sex the morning after followed by...Theia finding out that Lucifer is coming to the hotel and Dad Beat Dad.

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Hazbin Hotel: The Contract of Blood Ep. 19

*Hey guys! I'm back with another episode! The epilogue will be published after this and then the story is done! This is published on April 27, 2024. If you guys like this chapter/episode, don't be afraid to heart it, reblog, and comment! Warning: blood, gore, and vulgar language. Enjoy!*

Episode Nineteen: The Last Stand

The music starts up while Morrigan overlooks the castle, now messing with her new staff that has the angel’s pure light inside of it. She feels a light shining on her back, as if it’s burning her.

“Morrigan.”

She turns to find the many eyes belonging to I Am staring at her with glares.

“You don’t come down here often, do you?” Morrigan responds.

“It appears that Lucifer’s creation has turned against him,” I Am snarls, his fists clench. “But I’m afraid that you’ve gone too far.”

“You’re willing to save Hell?”

“No, I’m willing to put an end to your darkness. You’ve tortured the wayward souls enough on Earth. You’ve kidnapped my angels and sucked their powers. You’ve taken over the seven rings of Hell. Normally, I leave that to Hell to figure that out. But now that you’ve reached the Earth and Heaven, darkening the light that was created, you bet I will be fighting you and free the souls you trapped here. I’ve done it once. I can do it again.”

Morrigan sticks her hand out in an attempt to control I Am’s blood. However, I Am isn’t phased by her control. He yawns and flicks his wrist as if he’s looking at his imaginary watch.

I Am blinks his many eyes, giving her a deadpan stare. “Great. Now that we’ve wasted time with your first attack, it’s my turn.” With that said, I Am charges towards Morrigan against the window until she punches one of his eyes. He nearly stumbles back, but Morrigan pushes him against the wall, attempting to stab him with the end of her staff.

With a growl, I Am thrusts her against the wall next to him, giving him a chance to get on top of her.

“This needs to stop now,” I Am snarls

“All heroes say that before they fall.”

“I’m not like any hero.” I Am throws her down on the floor, letting her bounce across the room.

I Am watches her stand up, giving her time to readjust.

“Another round?” I Am says with a glare.

Morrigan starts to chuckle darkly before shooting the ball of darkness at I Am.

Out of a quick reaction, I Am grabs the ball of darkness, transforming the ball of darkness to a ball of light. He shoots the ball of light back to her, but she teleports out of the way of the light.

I Am tackles her out of the room, flying in the air to throw her against the ceiling and then drag her across the wall downstairs. She shoots another ball of darkness, managing to get his stomach. He stumbles, letting her go to tumble down the stairs.

He stands on the stairs and she stands below him.

“You selfish arrogant being,” Morrigan snarls. “You want the worship and prayers to be all centered on you. That makes you a narc.”

“A narc?” I Am questions. “I’ve given my life. I will be happy to do it again. I am no ‘narc’. You, my dear, are full of darkness. The darkness Lucifer has created before he’s cast down to Hell. You and your husband. You two were the alternate versions of Adam and Eve. You’re the one who wanted all the prayers and worship to come to you. Your selfish desires have driven you further into the dark. If you come back to the light, this will all stop--”

“We don’t need you!” Morrigan says before shooting another ball of darkness.

I Am dodges out of the way of the darkness, though he stumbles against the wall. He looks at his stomach to find a dark hole forming in his stomach. The music builds up stronger as Morrigan starts to sing angrily.

“I know now that I’ve gone too far.

But what we have done, you deserved it!”

“Morrigan!” I Am calls.

“Silence!” Morrigan says, glaring at I Am while singing.

“We’re the bad guys in your story, that’s fine.

It’s no fault of ours.

We can now take your throne.”

I Am growls, covering his side. “I won't let you!”

Morrigan glares at I Am while stepping up the steps to face him with each lyric she sings.

“The Vees are dead and I don’t have time to fight you.

I won’t bow down to you, no, I don’t dare myself to.”

Morrigan passes by I Am, rising above him higher in the steps as she continues to sing.

“Your throne is mine.”

She turns to look down at him while singing passionately.

“And I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready.

Ready to take the final stand.”

Morrigan heads back to the laboratory upstairs, leaving I Am standing behind her.

Before I Am can chase after her, he hears the cries from the angels.

“Please! Let us out! Please!”

I Am softens his gaze at the direction where he hears the screams. He looks at the dark circle on his stomach and pinches his side to get it out.

Meanwhile, during the music pause, everyone at the Hazbin Hotel is getting their battle gear on.

Charlie has her shield and pitchfork while Vaggie has her hair in a ponytail and a spear.

Bella dresses up in her white with pink accent around the sleeves, collar, and boots.

Stolas has his royal blue cape, boots, and shirt with gold shoulder pads and gold tuff around the chest.

Octavia has her purple hood on with a crop top and long skirt.

Carmilla starts to sing in her black dress and purple cape.

“We have to stand up or else we’ll fall down!

And the path should be obvious to see!”

Fizz is in his jester costume and Emily is in a long dress, nodding in agreement with Carmilla.

Cherri is in her red and white striped suit jacket with one sleeve torn off while the other one is still attached, her tie around her neck.

Charlie cuts in to sing while everyone else in getting into costume.

“I swear that I will do whatever it takes to protect you guys.

So take up your weapons and follow me!”

She turns to find Angel putting on his small purple fedora on, standing next to Nifty still in her maid costume.

“Are we ready?”

Vaggie sings with a smile.

“I’m ready!”

Angel croons, raising his rifles up.

“I’m ready!”

The rest of the group shouts in unison.

“We’re ready!”

Charlie turns to face the darkness outside of the hotel while the group gets out their lanterns. She sings to herself.

“Ready for the final stand.”

The music softens as Blitz is driving through the dark desert with his headlights on with Alastor and Husk in the car.

Alastor starts to sing while looking at Blitz.

“Are you sure that this is a good idea?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Blitz responds without singing.

“Why aren’t you singing in response?” Alastor probes.

“I’m no singer. Goddamn, what do you people want from me?!” Blitz shouts.

Husk sings in baritone.

“Maybe we will see.”

Morrigan overlooks the darkness with her husband besides her as she sings.

“The era of the end and the reformation is now starting.”

The cast sing as they march into the city.

“Now it’s time to march into battle.

Victory is not guaranteed to us.”

Vaggie sings with the cast.

“But it’s worth a try.”

Charlie holds Vaggie’s hand and sings.

“We’ll save our friends and our families!”

The cast sings more passionately.

“Now we stand before the dark, awaiting the monsters.”

Husk sings from the backseat of Blitz’s van.

“And I’m ready.”

Angel sings as he marches with his friends into the city.

“I’m ready.”

Charlie sings as she leads her people into the city.

“I’m ready.”

Morrigan sings her final line.

“Ready for the final stand.”

The music drops before something shakes at the castle.

“What the hell?” Orais utters.

The couple hurry through the castle and exit out of it to find an airship hovering in front of the castle.

Sir Pentious sits at the controls while Cherri and Fizz handles the weapons. Emily looks at the front windows to see Morrigan and Orais.

“We got their attention,” Emily announces to the group.

Sir Pentious nods in understanding and pulls out his microphone talk through it. “Come and face me, you motherfuckerssss!”

“Yeah! What he said!” Fizz shouts.

“Thanks, Fizz,” Sir Pentious responds while glaring at the couple.

Orais forms fireballs and throws them at the airship.

Sir Pentious pulls his ship back to dodge them.

“Shit, we got their attention now,” Cherri responds.

“Now what?” Emily questions.

“What do you mean now what?! Vaggie just explained her plan to us!” Fizz replies.

“Hold on,” Sir Pentious calls for his group as he turns the ship around.

Fizz, Emily, and Cherri hang on while Sir Pentious turns the ship around and flies it into the dark.

Morrigan and Orais glare at the airship flying away from them.

“Let’s finish them off, darling,” Orais suggests.

“Agreed,” Morrigan growls.

Orais whistles, summoning their minions as they chase after the airship.

Unbeknownst to them, Blitz’s van is hiding in the shadows near the castle.

~.~

Blitz, Husk, and Alastor peek behind the van.

“We’re good to go,” Blitz whispers to them as they start to sneak through the darkness to reach the side of the castle near the lake of fire.

“Wow. You almost fell in that?” Blitz asks Husk.

“Almost,” Husk says while shivering.

Alastor rubs his chin. “You know, we can use these powers of the seven rulers against them. We don’t have to give it back to them--”

“Alastor,” Husk scolds. “We’re not keeping these powers for ourselves. We have to give them back.”

“Yeah, it’s weird enough that I can see dollar signs everywhere,” Blitz groans while taking out his ice axe and digs it into the cobblestone wall.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to fly you?” Husk says, flapping his wings.

“Yeah, I’m sure. I wouldn’t want your back to give out in the middle of the flight,” Blitz says abrasively.

“I’m not that old,” Husk responds.

“You’re old enough to have a heart attack,” Blitz responds.

Alastor rolls his eyes and turns into a shadow, climbing across the walls.

Husk flies beside Blitz in case he falls. “Excuse me, I didn’t know you looked through death certificates.”

“I was actually just guessing at this point,” Blitz responds before slipping and falling off of the ice axes. Husk catches Blitz while the axes fall into the lake of fire.

Blitz screams in terror as if he’s being burned alive, despite Husk holding him. Then he starts to gurgle and goes limp in Husk’s arms. He opens his eyes and looks at his flying friend.

“Oh shit, I wasn’t being burned alive. Phew, good.” Blitz glances back up at Husk, blushing a bit. “Huh, no wonder Angel wants to fuck you so badly.”

“Are you serious?” Husk groans.

“Or maybe he wants you to fuck him senseless badly. Which of you guys tops?”

Husk gives Blitz a deadpan stare, pretends to drop the imp into the lake of fire.

“Okay, okay, I won’t ask anymore about you and Angel’s sexual relationship!” Blitz pleads, holding onto Husk.

Husk throws Blitz on his back. “Then hang on.”

Husk flies off to find the seven rulers.

However, Alastor finds their cells first and slips through the bar windows easily, destroying the camera by his presence.

Husk flies towards the bar window while Blitz cuts the bars down, letting them both crawl through easily.

Blitz hops off of Husk’s back. Husk pops his back.

“Damn, you’re heavy,” Husk says while hearing the cricks.

Blitz gives Husk a deadpan stare. “Oh, fuck off, grandpa.”

“Who are you calling grandpa?” Husk growls.

“What? You need a fucking hearing aid too?” Blitz probes.

Alastor sighs deeply. “Gentlemen, gentlemen, we’ll draw attention to ourselves if we keep squabbling. We might as well just use our powers that we were given to destroy this castle.”

“Again, we’re not doing that,” Husk says to Alastor. “We need to stick to the plan. C’mon.”

Blitz and Alastor exchange gazes.

“What are you looking at? Creepy ass,” Blitz mutters and walks away from Alastor.

Alastor rolls his eyes, following Blitz and Husk.

~.~

Bella and Nora hurries to light up the lanterns on the rooftops while Millie and Moxxie takes care of the lanterns on the other side of where the others are fighting at.

“This should be the last of them,” Bella says before turning to see Nora slouching and sitting at the edge of the rooftop.

Bella frowns at the sight of her girlfriend sulking and sits on the rooftop with her. “What’s--?” Bella looks to find Nora staring down at the restaurant Eleanor and Sebastian used to serve once.

“Oh,” Bella utters. “Is that the restaurant your parents owned?”

Nora nods solemnly.

Bella places a hand on Nora’s shoulder, getting her to look up into her eyes. “They’ll pay for what they did to your parents.”

Nora softly smiles at Bella. “I hope so.”

Nora and Bella look to the side to find the airship passing by the hotel. The girls stand up to find fireballs being thrown at the airship. They exchange worried gazes for a moment before looking back ahead.

Meanwhile, Sir Pentious does his best to steer the ship, seeing the lanterns in the city. He attempts to push forward while Emily, Fizz, and Cherri hold on for dear life.

“They’re catching up!” Emily shouts in panic.

Cherri lights up one of her bombs and throws it at Fizz. “Here, toss this.”

Fizz catches the bomb and starts to bounce it in his grip. “Shit, shit, shit.” He throws it out of the window of the airship. The bomb blows up in front of Morrigan and Orais.

Emily looks at Cherri. “We’re going to need more.”

Cherri lights more bombs up and puts them in the cardboard box. She gives the cardboard to Fizz, who dumps it immediately out of the window. The bombs blow up more in front of Morrigan and Orais, slowing them down.

“I think that should do it,” Fizz says, his voice shaky.

“C’mon, mate, you have never used a bomb before?” Cherri asks Fizz, playing with her unlit bomb.

“Uh...well, n-never really. I mean, I’ve got blown up before--I’m not sure that counts.”

Sir Pentious glances at Fizz. “You got blown up before? By what?”

“Uh...explosives...by pure accident...that’s how I lost my limbs.”

Everyone in the ship stares in horror.

Fizz rubs his arms nervously. “Shit. Uh, nevermind. I, uh, don’t talk about it often. I know I might look horrifying and--”

Emily notices Fizz tearing up and approaches beside him to comfort him. “Aww, no, we don’t think that at all. Right, guys?”

Sir Pentious and Cherri exchange gazes and then back at Fizz and Emily.

“I mean, what you’ve been through sounds kind of horrifying and painful,” Cherri replies, trying to place her words carefully.

Sir Pentious clenches his teeth. “Yeah, that must have hurt. Hey, that’ssss how I died on Earth. Got blown up to smitherenssss...except they don’t have robotic limbssss back in my day.”

“Pfft, you’re old,” Cherri teases her boyfriend.

“I’m not that old,” Pentious scoffs.

“Yes or no, guys,” Emily replies.

Sir Pentious clenches his jaw again. “Well--”

The fireball hits the ship, interrupting them.

“Shit!” Sir Pentious curses. He steers the ship towards the city, leaning back against his seat. “Hang on!”

The fireballs keep hitting the ship.

Fizz looks down to find Orais throwing the fireballs with more fury. The jester imp shifts his attention to Sir Pentious. “Go faster!”

“I’m trying!” Sir Pentious barks back.

“Shit, we’re going to die,” Emily starts to panic.

Sir Pentious notices Fizz’s panic and turns to look at the three chairs behind him. He looks at his group. “Sit in those chairs!”

Fizz and Emily hurry to the chairs without hesitation, but Cherri seems skeptical.

“Pentious--”

“Please,” Sir Pentious begs his lover.

With some hesitation, Cherri walks over to her seat and sits down.

“Hang on,” Sir Pentious responds while the ship is having trouble staying in the air.

Orais aims his fireball at one of the propellers keeping the airship up in the air, turning the fire green. Then he fires it at the ship. It destroys the propeller. The ship points downwards while everything is catching on fire that turns green.

Fizz starts to scream in fear. “Oh, shit! Oh, fuck!”

It’s sudden that Fizz, Emily, and Cherri are strapped down on their seats.

“Pentious?” Cherri utters, looking up at her boyfriend.

Pentious softly looks at her with a small smile. Then a frown is present on his face.

“I’m sorry, Cherri,” Sir Pentious utters.

Cherri shakes her head with a glare at her boyfriend. “No, you better not do this self-sacrificing shit again--”

Sir Pentious presses the eject button for all three chairs with a warm smile at Cherri.

The chairs fly up through the square openings.

“NO!!!” Cherri cries.

The chairs land on the rooftop of the skyscraper the city. The three of them slide to the edge, but they don’t tip over and fall.

Fizz manages to get himself out of the straps as fast as he can while untying both Cherri and Emily.

“We have to get back to him!” Cherri shouts after Fizz unties her. She hurries to the edge where the ship is passing through and jump onto the ship to rescue her boyfriend.

“Cherri, no!” Emily cries out for her.

Fizz runs after her and stretches his robotic limb, snatching Cherri in the arm before she can fail at reaching the airship caught on green fire. Then the jester pulls her back before she can be hit by a fireball Orais throws at her.

Fizz catches her in his arms, holding her so that she won’t jump off again.

“He’s still in there!” Cherri cries, pointing at the burning airship.

Fizz looks up to find the burning airship still driving towards the group. Then he looks down to see Morrigan and Orais still marching forward through the city with their minions behind them.

Orais looks up to notice Fizz staring at them. Forming another fireball, he aims it up at the rooftop and releases it.

Fizz backs him and Cherri up from the ledge, letting the fireball hit through middle of the building until it explodes right in front of them. The skyscraper leans over, falling to the side.

Emily spreads her wings and leaps off, holding her hands out for Fizz to grab. Fizz throws Cherri on his back and leaps off the building, his robotic limbs stretch to grab Emily’s hands.

Emily flies through the dark city with Fizz hanging onto her wrists and Cherri hanging onto his back.

“Hang on!” Emily calls for her friends while flying towards the dim lights from the lanterns.

~.~

Vaggie, Charlie, Lilith, Stolas, Loona, Octavia, Carmilla, Clara, Odette, and Angel stand at the frontlines while Moxxie, Millie, Nora, and Bella are up on the rooftops. The army of cannibals on the raptors are behind them, ready to fight.

Moxxie sees the burning airship coming towards the front lines. “Shit! Guys! He’s going to crash right into you!”

Stolas hears Moxxie’s shouting up from the rooftop and then turns to the burning airship coming towards them.

“Is this part of the plan?!” Stolas asks Vaggie loudly.

“Oh shit, everyone, get out of the way!” Vaggie alerts them.

Meanwhile, Sir Pentious tries to steer the ship, but to no avail.

“C’mon! C’mon!” Pentious growls until he notices a dark aura round his controls. Then he hurries to look out of the window to the burning airship to find Morrigan has her hands up to control the ship.

“Fuck!” Sir Pentious panics and looks at the front windows to find his friends right in front of him.

Back to the Charlie and her gang, Octavia notices that Morrigan is controlling the ship to have it crash into them.

Without hesitation, she hurries in front of the gang much to Stolas’ pleadings.

“Via, no!” Stolas shouts for his daughter.

Octavia puts her hands out, glowing purple around her hands. Her eyes turn purple along with the ship she’s holding her hands out for.

Sir Pentious notices the purple glow aura fighting the dark aura. He slithers to the controls and watches the purple aura pushing back against the darkness taking over his controls. Without hesitation, Sir Pentious turns the ship away from the group, crashing it onto the tall tower where Nora and Bella are at.

Nora picks Bella up and flies off to not get involve in the collision.

The building collapses on top of the burning airship, creating green fire.

“Holy shit,” Vaggie utters.

Octavia faints from using too much powers, letting her father catch her.

“My owlette, are you alright?” Stolas asks.

Octavia groans in pain and looks up at her father. “D-Dad. Did I save someone?”

Stolas smiles softly. “You saved everyone, darling.”

The explosion erupts from the side, proving Stolas’ statement to be false. The group looks over to find the airship destroy and lit up ablaze.

Nora and Bella lands next to Charlie, who’s tearing up.

Lilith comforts her daughter before turning her head to find Morrigan and Orais marching towards them.

“We’ll acknowledge his sacrifice later, darling. We got enemies to fight,” Lilith says before glaring at Morrigan and Orais.

Meanwhile, Cherri sees the explosion from afar while holding onto Fizz’s back. Emily manages to land the three of them next to the group.

Cherri hops off of Fizz’s back and runs off to the flames. “PENTIOUS!!!”

Before she can reach the burning collision and into the green fire, Fizz snatches her arms and yanks her back away from the flames.

“Don’t!” Fizz shouts.

“He’s still in there!” Cherri screams, tearing up. “We have to get him!”

Emily starts to sob for Pentious, covering her face.

Fizz turns Cherri to face him. “Don’t you get it?! If you go in there, you’ll be stuck in there and die too! You’ll lose everything!”

“I’ve already lost everything--!”

“I meant losing your fucking limbs, Cherri! Your hair! Your body! Everything! That kind of fire destroys everything it touches! It probably got to Sir Pentious by now!”

Cherri starts to tear up, trembling in his tight hold.

“I’m sorry,” Fizz says before letting her go.

Cherri wipes her tears away. “Damn it, Pentious.”

~.~

Husk, Blitz, and Alastor reaches to the cells where the seven rulers are at. Ozzie turns his head slightly, noticing them.

“N-No, get out of here,” Ozzie croaks, trying to move. “They’ll see you--”

“We got them distracted, big guy. Don’t worry,” Blitz reassures the king of Lust.

“We’re going to give these powers back to you,” Husk determines.

“Great! Wait, how did you obtain these powers back?” Mammon asks suspiciously.

“We’ll leave the details to your imagination,” Alastor answers with a wicked grin at the king of Greed, causing him to shiver.

Husk approaches Ozzie first with the blue powers of lust in his hand. “I believe this belongs to you.” Husk places his hand against Ozzie’s chest, transferring the powers back to him.

Ozzie gasps, feeling his powers coming back to him to where he looks young again.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Ozzie says, burning his chains through.

Husk hurries to Belphegor, placing his hand on her chest to give her powers back to her. The purple glow awakens Belphegor, phasing through the straps she’s tied down.

Husk smiles to see them coming back in full form.

Blitz hurries to Bee, who appears to be fatter with her stomach sticking out of the straps. “Hey, Bee, I’m sorry about Vortex. But once you get your powers back, you get to fuck up the fuckers who did this to you and your boyfriend.” With that said, Blitz presses his hand against her chest. In an instant, Bee loses her stomach fat, her waist turns back to the lava lamp shape. Since her straps are stretched due to her weight gain, she’s able to fly out of her straps.

“Ah, yes! Back into shape!” Bee cheers.

Mammon notices the green aura around Blitz. “Hey, mind giving me my powers back, mate?”

“Oh, back the fuck up, big guy. You’re not getting this yet,” Blitz says while walking to Zelus.

“Are you fucking joking?” Mammon growls.

“Nope,” Blitz answers before placing his hand against Zelus’ chest. Zelus’ powers are back as he shape-shifts into a mouse and gets out of his straps easily. Zelus turns back to his normal self.

“I’ve always want to be a mouse,” Zelus says with a bright smile.

Blitz shifts his attention to Mammon and goes up to him. “That’s what you get for bullying Fizz.”

“Fuck you,” Mammon growls.

“If I see you trying to bully Fizz or hurt him one more time, I’ll fucking end you. And take your powers,” Blitz says with a crooked grin.

Mammon groans. “Fine, just give them back.”

“Not until you take back everything you said about Fizz.”

“Are you fucking serious?!”

“Yep.”

Mammon groans and looks at Ozzie, who’s smirking at him.

Then Mammon relents with a sigh. “Fine, Fizz is not a cyborg slut, a failure, a vermin, and a product to sell to random customers.”

“And?” Ozzie probes.

Mammon glares at Ozzie. And then sighs. “And he’s his own person.”

Blitz crosses his arms. “You have to mean those words.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Can’t give you your powers back unless you actually mean them,” Blitz responds with a cocky grin.

Mammon sighs and then straightens himself up. “Fizz is not a cyborg slut, a failure, a vermin, and a product to sell to random customers...and he’s his own person.”

“What was that? I can’t hear you,” Blitz taunts Mammon.

“I said, Fizz is not a fucking cyborg slut, a fucking failure, a fucking vermin, and a fucking product to sell to random customers! He’s his own fucking person!”

“There it is!” Blitz smiles at Mammon’s sudden anger and enthusiasm. “Now you can have your powers back.” He places his hand on Mammon’s chest, giving his powers back.

“Fucking asshole,” Mammon mutters as he uses his strength to break out of his straps.

Husk glances to see Mal and Lucifer without their powers. “Okay, Al. You got to--”

Husk notices Alastor disappearing from the group.

“Where the fuck did he go?” Blitz questions.

“I saw him disappear in his shadow,” Bee says.

“Shit!” Husk growls before storming off.

“Should we chase after them?” Zelus asks.

“How the fuck should I know?” Mammon barks.

“He thinks he can defeat Morrigan and Orais by using pride and wrath powers,” Blitz utters in realization.

“That prick!” Ozzie growls. He cuts the straps off of Lucifer and Mal and pick them up.

“There has to be another way to stop them,” Belphegor responds.

Zelus rubs his chin. “I’ve noticed that they are using the book in the laboratory where our powers were taken from.”

“We have to find out more! C’mon,” Ozzie determines, leading the rulers and Blitz out of the dungeons.

~.~

Husk hurries through the halls to look for Alastor. “Alastor! This isn’t funny!”

Husk looks around the grand entrance. He squints to see a shadow lurking towards the exit. With a glare, Husk takes out his dice and throws it. The flames erupt in ablaze, causing Alastor to jump back into his physical form. He turns to glare at Husk.

“What the fuck are you doing?! This isn’t part of the plan!” Husk growls.

“Oh, Husker, getting worried about little ole me?”

“Look, if you’re going to fight Morrigan and Orais with the powers of pride and wrath, you will die!”

“Since when do you care?” Alastor snarls back at Husk.

Husk grits his teeth. “You’re going to lose to them the same way you lost to Adam.”

Alastor narrows his focus on Husk, lights flickering around him. “What did you say?”

“You heard what I fucking said,” Husk says, getting his cards and dice ready to for an incoming combat.

Alastor growls and grows bigger. “You think you can just talk back to me because you got yourself out of the chains?!”

“I ain’t afraid of you anymore!” Husk growls.

“Big talk for someone who has been free for the past few hours,” Alastor snarls, using his shadows to attack Husk.

Husk dodges the attack and throws his dice at Alastor, making explosives. Alastor stumbles back and attempts to crush Husk, who flies out of the way of Alastor’s hands.

Having enough of Husk throwing his cards to cut his hands, Alastor swipes at Husk, causing him to fly against the wall. Husk crashes into the wall, leaving a crack behind him. When he recovers, he sees Alastor’s bigger fist thrown towards him. Husk closes his eyes to accept the punch until he realizes that he doesn’t feel it. He opens one eyelid open to see a hand stops Alastor’s fist. He looks up and finds Bee growing bigger, glaring at Alastor. She socks Alastor in the face. Alastor stumbles back from Husk.

Bee glances at Husk. “You okay, hun?”

Husk nods his head.

“Good,” Bee says before turning to Alastor and leaping at him.

Husk flutters down to the ground, watching Bee growing in size to fight Alastor. He flaps his wings and flies off, throwing explosive dice at the Radio Demon.

Bee throws a punch at Alastor while Blitz, Ozzie, Mammon, Belphegor, and Zelus watch the fight go down.

Mammon takes out a bowl of popcorn and munches on it.

Ozzie, while carrying Lucifer and Mal, turns to glare at Mammon. “Really?”

Zelus slaps the popcorn out of Mammon’s hands. “We need to find a way to defeat Morrigan and Orais so that we can be better than them!”

“Bitch!” Mammon quips back.

Blitz cocks his gun. “Well, time to go night night, Radio Demon!”

Ozzie stops Blitz and sets Lucifer and Mal aside. “Zelus, Mammon, Belphegor, find out what we can do to defeat Morrigan and Orais. Blitz, keep an eye on them.”

“Seriously?” Blitz questions.

“Yes. Especially Mammon,” Ozzie says while pointing to the ruler of the Greed ring.

“Are you fucking serious, mate?” Mammon growls.

“Yes!” Ozzie answers. “Now go!”

While Blitz goes with Zelus, Mammon, and Belphegor up to the laboratory, Ozzie grows larger and helps Bee and Husk fight Alastor.

~.~

Blitz opens the doors, letting Mammon, Zelus, and Belphegor into the laboratory.

“C’mon. C’mon!” Blitz urges the rulers.

“Sooo, what exactly are we looking for again?” Mammon questions until his head turns to find Zelus going through the books quickly.

“Anything that can defeat Morrigan and Orais once and for all,” Zelus answers.

Belphegor sweeps her gaze across the room without making an effort to look for anything until she notices the big black book at the other side of the room.

“Uh, what about that book?” Belphegor points to the black book.

Zelus turns his head and hurries over. “This is it! Hold on!” The ruler of the Envy ring turns the pages as quickly as he can until he discovers a page that talks about how to defeat the dark. “Huh, it just says how to defeat the dark. Not exactly Morrigan and Orais.”

Blitz looks over Zelus’ shoulder. “What does it say?”

“Let’s see,” Zelus says, clearing his throat. “It says here that in order to defeat the dark, we have to bring the light.”

Mammon squints. “Huh?! That makes no fucking sense! The dark is dimming the damn light! How is the light going to defeat the dark if it’s dimming the damn light?!”

Zelus skims through the page until he spots the words. “Ah, here we go! There has to be a light within someone to defeat the dark in someone.”

Belphegor blinks in confusion. “How in the hell are we going to find someone down here with the ‘light’ inside of them to defeat the dark in Morrigan and Orais?”

Mammon gasps. “Maybe the someone in question has a lightbulb inside of them!”

“Ugh, Mammon, you dumbass! That’s not how the light works!” Zelus shouts at Mammon. “It has to be within a sinner down here--not hellborns, rulers, imps, or demons since they’re originally human and originally created by the light.”

Belphegor rubs her chin. “I...guess that makes more sense.”

“Hey, that light angel thing with multiple eyes can help us though since he’s the light,” Mammon suggests.

“Yeah, like he’s going to help demons at all,” Zelus scoffs.

Blitz widens his eyes in shock. “Wait, wait, what light angel?”

“He’s got too many eyes to be creepy. But he just came by our cell and unlocks the doors for us. Then you guys came through and help us out,” Mammon explains.

Blitz backs away and looks out of the window to see that dark fogs thicken to where he can barely see the sky and the horizon.

“Shit, we don’t have much time left,” Blitz utters while running out of the laboratory.

“Blitz, mate, where are you going?!” Mammon calls the imp.

“I’ll be back!” Blitz says before going down the stairs and entering back to the dungeon to find the light at the end of the dark hallway.

~.~

Meanwhile, back at the city, the group takes down as many minions as they can.

Stolas manages to burn them all alive while Octavia helps by using her gravitational powers to slam her enemies down.

Bella and Angel fight side by side with Angel shooting at the minions with his tommy guns and Bella swinging her battle hammer to knock the minions’ heads off.

Cherri throws bombs at the minions, causing them to explode. Fizz stands by Emily while shooting his pistols at the approaching enemies. Emily’s eyes turns orange, the eye on her chest opening. She manages to summon angelic weapon and attacks the minions around her.

Moxxie shoots the minions around Carmilla and her daughters to protect them. However, out of the corner of his eyes, he notices a machine gun pointing at him. His wife, Millie, jumps in front of him and swings her axe fast enough to deflect the bullets. She charges at the minions behind the machine guns. She hops up in the air, letting the gun move up to follow her. With a gleam in her yellow eyes, she dives down and slashes the minion holding the gun. Then she cuts up more minions, one from the crotch up to the neck and the other one she slices the head off.

Moxxie sees Millie, his face blushing and going hard on his own crotch. Then he sighs lovingly at his wife while staring at her with oogly eyes.

Carmilla notices Moxxie staring off at Millie. “Moxxie--!” She’s interrupted by the minions attacking her, but she manages to fight them off with her angelic heels. Clara and Odette fires their guns at the minions to protect their mother from incoming danger.

Nifty stabs the minions with a maniacal laugh, fighting besides Nora. Nora throws her battle axe at the minions coming at her. Loona jumps by Nora’s side, ripping the minion coming up behind her apart.

Charlie and Vaggie work together to fight the other minions. Vaggie stabs them with her angelic spear while Charlie whistles for Keekee and Razzle. Razzle and Keekee hurries out of the hotel taking on forms with Keekee becoming a keyblade and Razzle becoming a giant dragon.

Razzle blows fire at the minions approaching the group while Keekee hurries into Charlie’s hand, with Charlie using the pitchfork and Keekee to blast through enemies. Charlie is unaware that her red eyes and horns and tail somehow turns Vaggie on.

Lilith stands by her daughter, using her sing-song voice to deafen the minions coming to attack her and her daughter.

Morrigan and Orais notice how easy the group is able to take down their minions. Morrigan raises her staff to the already dim light, attempting to darken it further to make everything around them dark.

Vaggie and Charlie see this and soften their gazes to know that their lanterns they lit up are not enough to light up the battlefield.

~.~

Ozzie and Alastor are face to face with each other, glaring into each other’s eyes.

“You need to snap the fuck out of it, Alastor!” Ozzie growls. “We don’t have time to--”

Ozzie and Alastor stop when the light darkens further to the point where only Ozzie and Bee glow in the room.

“Holy shit, we’re running out of time,” Bee utters in fear.

Ozzie shifts his attention to Alastor and doesn’t hesitate to grab Alastor’s clothed breasts, ripping out the powers of pride and wrath right out of the Radio Demon.

“Bee, hold him down!” Ozzie shouts before Bee holds Alastor down. He hurries to shove the powers of pride and wrath back into Mal and Lucifer. Both of them gasp as if they had been brought back to life.

“Whoa! That was quite a trip,” Lucifer utters.

“Oye, ¡¿qué carajo acaba de pasar?! (Oye, what the fuck just happened?!)” Mal shouts in Spanish.

“Where’s Charlie? Where’s--?”

“Hey, you need to lie low,” Ozzie soothes Lucifer. He looks at Husk. “Is Fizz with you?”

Husk shakes his head. “He’s safe with the others.”

“Good. Good,” Ozzie says with a tired sigh.

Mammon, Zelus, and Belphegor enter the room.

“That little imp ran off!” Mammon announces.

“What?! Where?!” Bee gasps in shock.

“Who?” Lucifer says with a groan.

“Blitz! He’s gone off somewhere!” Zelus replies in panic.

Ozzie growls. “We don’t have time to search around! We have to find the others and help them fight back against Morrigan and Orais!”

The others nod their heads in agreement except for Husk.

Alastor groans awake from having his powers sucked out of him.

~.~

Blitz rushes down the hallway, noticing it getting darker but there’s the light at the end of the hallway. It shines brighter and brighter the closer he gets to it. He finally enters the room, his eyes blinded by the sudden shine in the room. He notices angels in their cages around the room, their lights dimming.

“ACK! GODDAMN IT!!”

I Am turns around to find Blitz covering his eyes from the bright light shining from him. He clenches his fists. “What do you want?”

“Christ on a stick, turn down the brightness!” Blitz barks.

“But I’m not on a stick?”

Blitz widens his eyes and looks up, shielding his eyes from the brightness. “Wait, your name is Christ?”

“I’m called many things. What do you want?” I Am growls at the demon imp.

“Look, man, I know that we all don’t like you and your angels down here. But our realms are ending and we’re the idiots living in it. You are the only one with light that can defeat Morrigan and Orais--”

“I wouldn’t say that we’re idiots--”

“Well you’re one of the idiots that creates this whole goddamn place with the angels--”

“Disrespect I Am again,” St. Peter growls from within his cage.

“Fine, you’re not an idiot!” Blitz shouts angrily. “The point is, our homes are going to get destroyed and Morrigan and Orais will rule it. You are the only one who can stop it!”

“The Light is the only one that will stop the Dark,” Sera corrects Blitz.

“Whatever! You need to save everyone around the realms and the rings! I lost my home once, I’m not losing it again!” Blitz says tearfully at I Am and the angels.

I Am softens his gaze and looks at the angels glaring at him in judgment. With a sigh, I Am looks at the angels.

“We are at odds with the darkness,” I Am says to the angels. “I can’t sit back and watch all we created destroyed. And there’s no way that I want the dark to rule the light. We are angels that created this world! We made this world out of purity and light until the dark is summoned! We have to take back Heaven and return it to its former glory! Who’s with me?!”

“I’m with you, I Am!” St. Peter shouts, his glow shining from within his heart.

Sera nods in agreement, her glow shining. The angels have their hearts glowing at I Am’s speech, breaking through the cages of darkness. Blitz becomes blinded by the light with a hiss.

“Ah, shit!” Blitz shouts before running out of the room.

~.~

The seven rulers notice the bright glow from within the dungeons. Husk and Alastor look at Blitz running out while rubbing his eyes.

The seven rulers cover their eyes to see I Am coming out of the dark dungeons with the angels following closely behind him.

Lucifer widens his eyes in shock. “What the hell?”

I Am walks out of the dark castle, ascending to the skies with the angels following him.

“So, I guess they’re going to take it up to Heaven,” Mammon responds.

“Of course. They wouldn’t help us down here,” Zelus scoffs again.

“Wait, maybe they’re going to buy us more time to defeat Morrigan and Orais,” Ozzie gasps in realization.

“Then we don’t have time to waste,” Husk determines.

Alastor covers his side and glares at the seven rulers. “If only you didn’t rip those powers out of me--”

“Hey, you deserve that!” Ozzie responds. “Now we’re putting little Charlie’s idea of redemption to the test. Are you willing to fight with us or are you willing to stay here in the darkness? Your choice.”

Ozzie stretches his hand out to help Alastor up on his feet. Alastor takes a moment to look at the others glaring at him until he sighs and surrenders.

“Fine,” Alastor says before taking Ozzie’s hand, who helps him up on his feet.

“Alright, I better not see you stab someone in the back out of pettiness,” Ozzie says.

Blitz takes out his keys. “Let’s hit the road, assholes!!!”

“Hell yeah!” Mammon responds while slamming his fist into his open hand.

~.~

The group is surrounded by the darkness, fighting to the best of their abilities in the dark.

Charlie tries to light up the battlefield by having Razzle blowing fire at the minions, but a slice of wind cuts Razzle’s head.

“Razzle, no!” Charlie cries while falling off of her dragon.

Lilith catches Charlie, who’s sobbing. Lilith looks to see Razzle collapsing on the ground. However, before she can process the grief with her daughter, she notices Morrigan coming for her at the corner of her eyes. Before Lilith can turn to fight her, Morrigan grips Lilith around her neck and slams her against the wall, causing her to drop Charlie.

“MOM!” Charlie cries while taking out her pitchfork and Keekee. Before she can help her mom with Morrigan, Orais jumps in and starts throwing punches at her. Charlie lets Keekee go and run off while pulling out her shield. She protects herself from Orais’ punches until one of Orais’ punches breaks through her shield.

“Shit!” Charlie cries in fear, pulling out her pitchfork.

Before Orais can charge towards her, he notices Vaggie sweeping in with her angel wings and smacks him with her angelic spear. However, Orais grabs her spear and yanks it out of her hands. Then he grips around Vaggie’s throat in a minute.

Charlie is about to attack Orais to save her lover, but Orais glares at her.

“Unless you want me to pop your lover’s head off, I suggest you stand down,” Orais growls at Charlie.

Charlie gulps in fear.

Bella sees Orais choking Vaggie, her tears streaming down on her face.

“Mama!” Bella calls.

Angel turns to notice Vaggie being choked by Orais. He aims his tommy guns up at Orais and pulls the trigger, letting bullets hitting Orais’ back.

Orais is distracted by the bullets attacking him, giving Vaggie time to cut his stomach with her angelic spear, causing him to let her go.

Orais throws Vaggie at Charlie, knocking both of the girls down. Orais glares at Angel and forms a force of wind that appears to be sharp as a knife. He sends it Angel’s way at a rapid pace.

Angel gasps in fear before he feels someone sweeping in and grabbing him out of the way of the slice of wind. Angel notices that he’s hanging on the side of the vehicle, which is sliced in half.

“Oh shit!” Blitz’s familiar voice shouts.

The vehicle tilts to the side and crashes, but Angel notices Husk grabbing Blitz and flying off before they can get hurt from the crash.

Angel looks up to see Husk cradling Angel.

“You okay, baby?” Husk asks Angel.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Angel answers.

“So, um,” Blitz interrupts, also being cradled by Husk. “Which one of you is the bottom?”

Husk and Angel gives Blitz a deadpan stare. Husk drops Blitz while helping his lover on his feet.

The three look to find Orais throwing more wind edges towards them. Before Husk can take out his cards to shield them, Alastor’s tentacles rise up in front of them, taking the cuts.

Alastor steps out from the other half of the vehicle, glaring at Orais. “It’s about time we finally meet Orais! You’re next to die!”

“Fuck you!” Orais growls before throwing fireballs at Alastor, who blocks the attacks with his tentacles.

Husk notices the minions approaching them, using his wings to shield both Blitz and Angel from their attacks.

“Wait, where are the seven rulers, babe?” Angel asks his lover.

Husk smirks. “Oh, they’re comin’. Don’t you worry.”

~.~

Morrigan smirks at Lilith while choking her. “I’m going to enjoy killing you slowly, my queen.”

“Bitch,” Lilith spits.

Before Morrigan can finish Lilith off completely, a fireball is thrown at her, and it hit her from the side. She tumbles away from Lilith, who drops down to her feet. She looks to see red eyes glaring at her until she recognizes Lucifer walking through the dark fog.

“Luci?” Lilith gasps in recognition.

Lucifer widens his eyes, softening his gaze. “L-Lilith, is that really you?”

He hurries to her and hugs her, his face plant into her stomach. She chuckles and lifts him up, snuggling into him.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you,” Lilith mutters to Lucifer.

“It’s been a long time,” Lucifer says before noticing Morrigan recovering and aiming her staff at them. He growls and forms a fireball. “I don’t think so, bitch!”

While Lucifer and Lilith fight Morrigan together, Fizz can barely see what’s around him. He blinks his eyes until he feels punches coming from the minions left and right. He tries to shoot them, but he ends up missing it until his gun is empty.

“Aww, damn it!” Fizz cries before getting smacked in the face. He falls back on the ground, noticing many minions surrounding him. He breathes heavily, noticing them taking out weapons. He closes his eyes to accept his fate until a burst of familiar blue flames pop up behind Fizz. Fizz looks up to see Ozzie appearing behind him.

“Back the fuck up from my Froggie, you motherfuckers!” Ozzie growls before swiping his hands at minions and killing them with his blue flames.

Fizz gasps in shock, his tears streaming down on his cheeks.

“Oz?” Fizz recognizes.

Ozzie gasps and crouches down. “Fizzy.”

Fizz sniffles and smiles tearfully. “Ozzie!”

Ozzie lifts Fizz up and spins the short clown jester around, embracing him.

Fizz starts to blubber, “I-I thought that you-you--”

“Shh, shh, I’m here, babe. I’m here,” Ozzie says while cuddling his jester.

Before they can cuddle more, they notice more minions coming towards them. They exchange gazes and smirks.

“Wanna take them out together, baby~?” Ozzie asks in a flirty tone.

“Oh hell yeah,” Fizz answers, climbing up on Ozzie’s shoulder. “You know I’m gonna get a whole new mess of kinks after this, right?”

“Oh, I don’t doubt it for a second,” Ozzie says. Both Ozzie and Fizz fight together by Ozzie grabbing Fizz by the robotic arms while Fizz kicks the minions with his metal feet.

Meanwhile, Mammon shows up, becoming a large spider to take out the minions around him.

“Come and get some, motherfuckers!” Mammon says with a laugh.

Belphegor, Bee, and Mal enter through the darkness with Mal throwing her fireballs in fury. Bee flies around and slamming the minions on the ground, dragging them through to where it causes cracks on the ground. Belphegor watches the minions coming around them, using her magic to freeze time just around her and walks past them without caring to take them out.

Morrigan and Orais start to panic once they see the seven rulers back with their powers. Morrigan notices a turquoise mouse before transforming into a giant elephant.

Bella notices this and looks at Nora, who nods at her and flies to her to pick Bella up.

Nora lifts Bella while Bella waves her hands for Zelus to throw the staff. Zelus chucks the staff at Bella, who catches it.

Morrigan and Orais turn to glare at the young girls. Morrigan turns into a pile of crows flying off after Bella and Nora.

Vaggie spreads her wings to chase after the girls to keep them safe, but Orais manages to grab Vaggie by the heel and slams her against the ground.

“Shit!” Lucifer says before throwing fireballs at Orais. The minions attack Lucifer, Lilith, Charlie, and Vaggie before they can chase after the girls.

Orais throws a fireball at Nora.

Nora notices the fireball from the corner of her eyes, throwing Bella up onto the edge of the roof. Once the bat girl gets hit, Bella sees this with tears in her eyes.

“NORA!!!” Bella cries while watching her girlfriend falling from the sky.

Before Nora can crash onto the ground, Bee turns gigantic and catches Nora, setting her down gently.

Husk and Angel hurry besides Nora.

“You okay, kid?” Husk asks.

“B-Bella has the staff still,” Nora says, pointing up at the high skyscraper where Bella is.

Meanwhile, Bella is holding on for dear life with two of her hands and the staff held in her other hand. The crows fly up above Bella, forming back into Morrigan.

“My, my, I never knew that the offspring of the sinners is going to rise up against us,” Morrigan says with a taunting tone. “Your poor parents don’t want you anymore. But of course, being a selfish little brat you are, you are never content with what I give you, huh?”

“You gave me nothing!” Bella growls at Morrigan.

“I gave you your little family, but you don’t like them. You much prefer to be with your little hotel family than the family I’ve created for you, huh?” Morrigan teases, crushing Bella’s fingers on her one hand. She loses her grip from her one hand, still barely hanging on with her one hand. “You piece of shit don’t deserve a life after all they’ve done for you.”

“They’ve done nothing but hurt me.”

Morrigan smirks while crushing Bella’s other hand. “We learn through pain, sweetheart. I hope you keep that in mind as you fall.” She kicks Bella off of the rooftop, snatching the staff back from her grasp. Bella falls through the air, screaming.

Husk and Angel spots Bella falling.

“Husky, throw me!” Angel commands.

Without hesitation, Husk throws Angel with all of his might. Angel flies up barely and catches Bella in his four arms. Bella hugs Angel tightly.

“Morrigan’s got the staff,” Bella warns.

Angel falls back, letting Husk catch him. “I know. I know. Are you okay?”

Bella nods and sobs into Angel’s fluffy chest.

The others notice the light peering into the darkness, overcoming the dark fog. The angels, including I Am, Sera, and St. Peter, are tearing through the darkness away from the Light to shine more.

Morrigan becomes furious and raises her staff at the Light, shooting more darkness into it. The dark starts to dim the Light while the angels try to push through and tear through the darkness, but their strengths start to dim. Everything goes dark suddenly, letting the rulers get held down by the dark minions growing population, including Fizz, Lilith, Charlie, and Vaggie.

Carmilla protects both of her daughters. Cherri stays close to Emily, noticing that they are outnumbered.

Blitz fights alongside with Loona, Octavia, and Stolas until they all are tackled on the floor by the overgrowing minions.

Moxxie and Millie are surrounded by the minions with the married couple holding each other for dear life.

Alastor attempts to use his tentacles to fight against the minions, but the minions hold the Radio Demon down by the arms and legs.

The army of cannibals are outnumbered by the minions, but they try to fight through them anyway.

Nora watches Husk and Angel attempting to fight the minions to protect Bella until they realize that they are outnumbered. Nora watches Orais teleporting next to his wife up on the skyscraper.

Nora crawls away with an injured wing to find that she’s running into an instrument store with the guitar at the display window. An idea comes into her head.

“Wanna punish some bad boys together~?”

Nora slowly looks to the side to find Nifty next to her with a maniacal smile.

~.~

Morrigan and Orais watch everything in Hell tearing itself apart, including Earth and Heaven.

“This is just as I imagine, darling,” Orais says while watching the destruction unfold and holding his wife closely.

Morrigan looks down to see all of the demons and sinners fighting back tied down from fighting except two are missing. She doesn’t think much of it until she hears the guitar riffing.

“What the--?” Morrigan utters as the evil couple look to the side to find Nora strumming her guitar with Nifty banging on the drums.

Alastor looks at them with his eye twitching. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

Nora ignores as the music starts to play into the song. The notes from the song helps Lilith using her voice to break out of the minions holding them all down.

“What the hell?!” Orais growls angrily.

Lilith turns to Nora and Nifty with a bright grin. “Keep it up!”

Through the music, she’s able to summon musical notes to deafen the minions holding the other rulers, letting them fight back stronger.

I Am and the angels can hear the music from down below, letting the music pump them up to tear through the darkness once more to let the Light shine.

Nora nods her head to the beat and sings.

“Watch your mouth or have it sliced off!

An eye for an eye is what they say!

Innocent lives now vanquished in the whip of the wind!

Bodies decaying for the villagers to fear the dark!

Chaos twists like twisters in the middle of a field

Bringing nothing but destruction!

Hope is now riding on the white horse!

They come to terrify the dark!”

Every sinner and demon alive fights back aggressively, pumped up by the music Nora provides. Then both Nora and Nifty sing together.

“Hail to the Light!

Hail to the Sun!

Walk through the Shadows!

Carry the cross!

Hail to the Light!”

Stolas starts to fight the minions until he looks up to notice Morrigan trying to summon more darkness on the light, his eyes widen in shock.

“Look, the staff can eject darkness into the light. If the staff can fire darkness, then can it suck the dark as well?” Stolas asks the others.

Nora and Nifty sing in the background.

“Hail! Hail! Hail!

The Light!”

“We need to get that staff, asap!” Blitz calls for the group.

Zelus looks at the others. “We need someone with the light inside of them to equip that staff!”

“Yeah, that’s going to be hard to find!” Lucifer says while throwing fireballs at the minions.

“Let’s try to get the staff first and get it away from them!” Loona orders.

“That’s my kind of plan!” Mammon shouts in agreement as the demons and the sinners go after the staff.

Nifty sings her second verse while drumming it up for the others to climb the skyscraper and fighting the minions.

“The gates are closing to the demons!

Born alive and suffering, but still breathing!

No mercy from the ones who wields the staff!

Don’t let the dark overtake your light!

Let your blood boil and seep in righteous wrath!

Show them that you will not yield!

Hope is riding on the white horse!

They come to purify the unclean!”

While Nifty is singing the second verse, the Light shines more and more, exposing the minions to it and burning them. The seven rulers manage to reach the top of the skyscraper where Orais and Morrigan are at. Husk flies Angel, Cherri, and Bella up at the rooftop while the portal opens with Stolas, Octavia, Loona, Blitz, Fizz, Moxxie, and Millie walking out of it. Lilith flies up with Carmilla and her daughters while Vaggie carries Charlie.

Nora picks Nifty up and they start climbing up the rooftop near them, singing on top of their lungs to encourage them together.

“Hail to the Light!

Hail to the Sun!

Walk through the Shadows!

Carry the cross!

Hail to the Light!

Hail! Hail! Hail!

The Light!”

“Let’s end your fucking lives!” Alastor says before Morrigan manages to push them all off the rooftop. However, Bee manages to drag the couple down with them due to her growing size as the music continues on.

Zelus turns into a mouse again and hurries to crawl on the staff, now turning into a whale to knock Morrigan to the side.

Orais fights all the seven rulers, the light shining through the dark fog. Orais summons more minions to take care of the sinners and the demons, aside from the seven rulers of Hell.

The girls continue to sing, approaching the bridge.

“There’s a taste of victory

When the angels call from the gates.

This path will be covered in gold.

This path will lead to paradise!”

Zelus sees Husk is open from fighting the minions and tosses it to Husk.

Husk catches it and looks at the others, who glance at him in concern. To test Stolas’ hypothesis from earlier, Husk points the staff to the Light, attempting to suck the dark.

The angels notice the dark being sucked away from the light as I Am looks down with a gasp to find Husk attempting to suck the darkness.

“He’s going to get himself killed,” Sera replies to I Am.

Husk clenches his teeth as he realizes that he’s surrounded by darkness.

“Husk! Husk, baby!”

Husk closes his eyes and reopens them, his vision changing during the music into the dark waves overtaking him. He tries to keep his head above water, but he sees a searchlight ahead of him. Mustering all of his strength he has left, he swims towards the light and tackles the waves of darkness. He reaches his paw towards the light, earning a gasp.

From the outside, the others notice the light forming in Husk’s paws, seeping into the Twisted Staff.

Nora and Nifty sing the final verse.

“Hail to the Light!

Hail to the Sun!

Walk through the Shadows!

Carry the cross!

Hail to the Light!

Hail! Hail! Hail!”

Husk opens his eyes with the light shining from inside of him, and aims the staff at Morrigan and Orais. “Surprise, motherfuckers!” He shoots the beam of light at Morrigan and Orais before they can leap to attack him.

Morrigan and Orais are cover by the light, their skins crackling. They both scream in pain before finally exploding in front of everyone.

The song finally ends with their blood on the red dirt in Hell.

The skies turn back to usual red until the rain pours over. But it isn’t boiling rain like usual for Hell.

“Holy shit! This rain is from the human world,” Stolas gasps happily as he pulls Blitz and Octavia close. Loona joins in while leaning against Blitz.

Fizz giggles while letting out his tongue to taste the rain, causing Ozzie to chuckle at the sight of his boyfriend.

Moxxie and Millie kiss each other in the rain.

The other rulers, except for Lucifer and Ozzie, smile at the sight of the rain.

Mammon looks to find Sid slowly approaching the battlefield as if he’s ready to fight. With a bright smile, Mammon runs up to Sid.

“Siddy!” Mammon sweeps Sid up in his embrace, however, he looks at Belphegor. Belphegor rolls her eyes and motions Mammon to go ahead.

Mammon kisses Sid in the lips, which is unexpected for Sid. Once he breaks away from the passionate kiss, he places Sid on his feet. “Aw, I miss ya, Siddy!”

Sid slowly blushes again.

Angel smiles brightly and notices Husk dropping the staff. Husk smiles softly at Angel before almost fainting. Luckily, Angel catches him and cradles him.

“You okay, baby?” Angel whispers to Husk.

Husk’s eyelids are heavy, but he smiles and purrs. “Being in your arms, I’m okay now. I love you...I love you.”

Husk starts to close his eyelids and his breathing starts to slow.

Angel breathes heavily in fear. “Wait, wait, wait! No! Husk! Husk! Don’t die on me, man! Stay with me--!”

Husk suddenly opens his eyelids. “I ain’t dying, bitch! I’m just...resting in your arms. I-Is that okay?”

Angel giggles. “Yeah, it’s fine. Just don’t go scaring me like that.”

Bella smiles at Husk and Angel as she feels a wing sheltering her. She looks to find Nora sheltering her from the rain.

“Are you okay?” Bella asks her girlfriend.

Nora nods. “Yeah. I think I’ve destroyed my voice.”

Bella huffs a laugh. “You and Nifty killed it.”

“Bella!”

“Mija!”

Bella notices Charlie and Vaggie running over to her to hug her. “Mama! Mommy!”

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Charlie whispers to Bella.

“I’m fine, Mommy. I’m fine.”

Carmilla places a hand on Nora’s shoulder. “You’ve done good, kid.”

Nora smiles. “Thanks.”

Cherri smiles softly at the kids until she notices someone creeping up to her. Before she can take out the living minion going to attack her, the minion is shot by the green ray. She whirls around and finds Sir Pentious approaching her with the gun lowered, holding his side with a weak smile. Emily shifts her attention to both Cherri and Sir Pentious, squeaking when she sees him approach them.

“H-Hi, Cherri. I heard the ssssong and it--”

“Get over here, you son of a bitch!” Cherri replies almost angrily.

“Wha--?!”

Cherri kicks him the stomach, causing him to hunch forward.

“Ow, Cher--!”

Cherri pulls Sir Pentious by the collar and kisses his lips passionately. He melts into the kiss instantly, lifting her up.

They break away.

“You made me think that you’re dead,” Cherri responds.

Sir Pentious smirks and takes out the button pad for his own seat. “You realize that I have a button to eject mysssself out of the sssship as well, right?”

Cherri glares at her boyfriend. “Ugh, you could’ve just told me that before doing that self-sacrificing bullshit!”

“I’ve learned from my mistakes,” Sir Pentious says with a small smile. “I love you.”

“Ugh, I love you too, ya dumbass,” Cherri replies with a grin and kisses her boyfriend in the lips again.

Everyone looks around at the destroyed city and many dead bodies of the cannibals around them, causing Angel to frown. The music begins as he helps Husk up on his feet.

Then Angel starts to sing.

“We finally won the fight.

But at what cost?

We have lost some souls,

People are slaughtered.”

Husk frowns at Angel walking towards the destroyed city.

Angel sings more solemnly.

“If it weren’t for me, this bloodshed wouldn’t happen.

If I was stronger, I would never sign the contract.

I took my own life and I fucked it up.

I should’ve known better.

Better instead of giving in to my lustful desires.”

Husk softly smiles at his boyfriend and takes his hand gently to croon.

“C’mon, my love, why are you frowning?

In the last decades of my afterlife,

You became my reason to stay alive.”

Husk turns Angel to have him look into his eyes, holding hands together.

“We are free from the shackles.

Our story has just begun.

We can’t let the past affect us, hell, let’s move forward.

There’s still room for growth.”

Husk gestures to the broken city in front of them with the hotel at the distance, partially destroyed, singing passionately.

“You’ve kept my head held up high, you have your friends here,

From regular sinners to royalties.

We’re both winners, baby, we’re winners.

Now, my darling Anthony,

We must move forward now.”

The rest of the cast starts to sing, walking besides him.

“We can do this, we can rebuild!

Redemption is now possible!

More than ever before this!”

Lilith sings beautifully to Angel.

“You’re the foundation of my little girl’s dream.”

Charlie and Vaggie croons in unison.

“You’re one of us now.”

Cherri smiles softly at Angel to sing.

“You made me believe in the good.”

Husk sings with a smile at Angel, wiping a tear away from his lover’s face.

“Now it’s time to make our move.”

Angel giggles and sings to his boyfriend.

“As long as I got you and everyone else, baby,

I know that I’ll be alright.”

The music begins to be upbeat as Emily starts to sing.

“I think we need some brick and lumber!”

Lucifer flies in with Keekee as his keyblade with a sing-song voice.

“Good thing I got my magic back,

Check this out, kablam!”

With the snap of the finger, the buildings start to rebuild itself from the damage it takes. Pentious’ ship is lifted from the collision.

Ozzie sings with a bright smile.

“We need some foundation around these areas.”

Lucifer chirps.

“I got you, Oz-man!”

Lucifer and Lilith sing and dance together.

“Let’s add these decorations.”

With that said, the decorations around the city are added.

Charlie sings with an upbeat tone.

“No time to second guess now!

Let’s get the citizens out from the buildings!”

Bella paints the buildings with Nora as they both sing together.

“New coat of paint!”

Fizz and Blitz sing together.

“New lights around the restaurants!”

Bee flies towards the sky, letting it explode with pink and red skies to sing.

“With cotton candy skies!”

Mammon creates a new circus to draw attention to the scared citizens.

“And a new circus!”

Zelus, Belphegor, and Mal sing together.

“We can make things better in our own rings!”

Meanwhile, in Heaven, St. Peter starts to harmonize along the song.

“After the battle, there’s damage to be undone!

The Light is finally restored!

The Earth is back to normal!

Maybe tomorrow, there will be a path put in place!”

Sera comes beside St. Peter, watching Emily in Hell helping the others rebuild the city that they fought in. She sings with a soft smile.

“Let’s make sure that most sinners will find the narrow path.

While some will find redemption down there,

We’ll work on welcoming sinners up here.

No more letting elites take control.

We need to heal the Foresight Angels.

For their future visions will be needed.

We need every part of the body to function.

No more exterminations.

Now with a new determination,

The future will end with a bright light!”

The music starts to soften while I Am stares out of the window of the tall building in Heaven. Then he sings solemnly.

“The world’s end may have been prevented.

But I’m not ready to come back to Earth.

I’m not ready to end it all yet.

If Evil grows more again, then it’s surely the signs of the times.”

I Am paces back and forth between the room, rubbing his hand anxiously.

“Darkness will come back.

Not even the angels and the sinners will stop it with the dim lights in their hearts.

Once I come back to the world we created,

There will be a new Heaven and Earth!”

Meanwhile, back down in Hell, Angel and Husk sing together while the cast sings in the background, fixing the hotel back up.

“We can do this! (We can do this!)

We’ll be better! (We’ll be better!)

Redemption will take its time! (Redemption will take its time!)

We’ll repent and make our way towards the pearly gates!”

Alastor teleports between Husk and Angel to interrupt with a song.

“And we’ll do it all with a smile!”

Charlie links her arms around Husk and Angel.

“We’ll make a difference, you’ll see!”

Stolas, Octavia, Loona, Blitz, Fizz, Moxxie, and Millie all sing in unison, making the finishing touches on the hotel.

“We’re all in this together!

Together, we will make a new business!”

The sinners, the demons, and the angels all sing in unison.

“And then by tomorrow, it will be a fuckin’ happy day in Hell!

(And then by tomorrow, it will be a happy day in Heaven!)”

The song ends with the hotel outshining the city that is rebuilt. 

To Be Continued...

[angst-king]

Corruption of humanity Pt 11

((CW description of Hullicinations and nightmares, F slur usages, slut shaming, gore, hanging, attempted SA and death)) “Angel~ Time for some fun~” Valentino sang softly while waking up the patient, AngelDust whined softly while sitting up. He gave a groan and a stretch as he slowly opened his main set of eyes.

“Hmmmm, morning” He greeted while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He woke up numb, he always woke up numb or in a horrible amount of pain. He’d take numb over the pain, it meant he didn’t feel when Valentino sneakily injected him with something.

“Good morning my little spider, my friend’s got a fun little experiment for you.”The mention of an experiment should have made him freak out, with the fast-acting muscle relaxer it dulled his reactions.

“What is it?” AngelDust asked, Valentino started his usual check-up on him as he explained vaguely.

“It's just an observation, so it’ll be a little long, though nothing painful today.” That was good, just an observation, he could handle that!

“That’s good” “Mhm, you know I don’t know when they hurt my little spider too much. Of course, you’re a tough lil thing aren’t you~” The handler purred with a slight smirk on his lips while holding out a small cup of pills. Angel took them without a second thought, only twinging when a second injection came.

“Good job, cariño, now come on let's go.” Valentino said encouragingly, Angel stood up and took his handler’s hand to follow him out of his room and to the experiment room. The blond was quiet as they left though he wondered what they’d be observing for.

Taking him inside the exam room, the assistants took AngelDust and prepped him. Hooking up stick pad monitors to his head and heart before leaving him in the room. The room was cold and dark, the only light came from underneath the crack in the door. Angel seated himself on the floor and got comfortable, they didn’t give him any instructions or rules so he just hummed quietly to himself. The room was completely empty so the only sounds were his humming.

After a while Angel started to lose himself, his body felt heavier than earlier. His mind was becoming foggy and every time he zoned out he would start to see figures in the corner of his vision.

“Anthony!” A voice called a voice he could vaguely recognize, it was a soft yet airy voice with a new york Italian accent. A pair of hands cupped his face, his eyes lazily looked up to see a woman his hair with long bouncy blond hair and bright blue eyes. She looked worried as she called his name.

“Anthony! Anthony! Help me!” She cried grabbing him by the shoulders next. Who was she, she looked familiar. Anthony? Sounded like what Husk calls him.

“Dad’s gonna kill me!” Dad? Was he her brother? She sure acted like it, when she mentioned ‘dad’ Anthony shuddered. His skin crawled at the mention of him, even if he couldn’t fully recognize it. His subconscious did and that scared him.

“EY YA FAGGOT!” Oh shit! It didn’t take much for him to recognize that voice as ‘dad’, he watched as a man grabbed the woman by the roots of her hair and threw her off into a wall. He flinched at the sound of her yelps. When she tried to come back the man barked at her.

“Stay there bitch!” A heavy boot slammed into Anthony’s chest making him gasp and grimace. He tried to lift his arms to push the man’s boot off but they wouldn’t move. He couldn’t move them yet he felt everything! The man grinded his heel into his chest glaring down at him, most of his face was covered by a hat casting a shadow to hide his features. Anthony barely had any time to get a word out before his ‘father’s’ boot collided with his face.

Anthony yelped and squirmed trying to use any strength he could to get away but he was cornered. There was nowhere to go!

“Stupid lil faggot, crying like a bitch” The man hissed coldly crouching down to the floor, a hand trailing roughly along Anthony’s thigh.

“I’m going to show you what real men do to freakshows like you.” That was a real line AngelDust remembered. He knew it came from that very same voice but why? Why was he doing this? Why was he here? Why were his hands gliding up his thigh? Why was he leaning so close? NO! NO! No!

Anthony tried to wriggle away curl up tighter, anything to avoid his father’s advances but his words didn’t leave.

“Worthless slut” “Disgrace for a son” “Should have burried you in the backyard” “Could’ve thrown ya in a lake”

Anthony didn’t know how long this had been going on all he could do was cry for his ‘dad’ to go away.

Then a blood-curdling scream echoed harshly through the room. Anthony peered up from his curled-up place on the floor, damn his body was so heavy and weak, his heart was pounding. He felt hot and cold at the same time, and when he looked up he saw her. Another woman but this time with short blond hair lying on the ground with blood pooling around her getting close to Anthony. She was facing away from him but something in his gut told him……That was his mother.

“M-mom?” He called out, he watched as the woman from earlier came running over and picked up the body cradling it in her arms crying for her to wake up. Anthony watched as the body’s head lulled and rocked lifeless blood covering his sister.

“Mom! Mom! Momma wake up! Please, Momma!” She cried desperately, pleading for her to stay with her. Begging her not to die. She screamed for Anthony to do something, anything, but Anthony couldn’t move very much even if he wanted to. He tried with his efforts to lift his top set of hands, but they shook and tremored harshly as he raised them. They were covered in blood too, his entire lower half was bathed in blood. He blinked and the woman’s decapitated head with half of her neck intact sitting in his lap. Her dull glassy blue eyes stared at him. Blood dripped from her mouth, pouring down the front of her scalp caking into her short bob hair. Her lips wobbled open as she whispered to him.

“Your fault, it's your fault” Angel’s eyes went wide in horror, he screamed and flailed but he couldn’t push her head off him. He closed his eyes and opened them again and she was gone until he looked up and saw multiple bodies hanging from the ceiling. Multiple mangled bodies hanging and swaying, some on the ground. Random hands crawled like spiders towards him, crawling and clawing at him.

His heart was practically pounding in his head, his body was cold, his blood frozen, and he could hardly breathe fighting for air! A hand wrapped around his throat and another covered his mouth. Angel couldn’t even reach to rip them off, his breathing grew heaving as his world began to blacken in the darkness. The dim light from the outside began to go out of view until he was lost in nothingness.

“Hey sweetheart how was the job?” It was that some woman from earlier!

“It-it was okay Ma” “That’s good” She sounded sad, she was baking some sort of treats, and they smelled good. Fresh chocolate chip cookies while she worked on what looked like a pie!

“What ya making, Ma?” “Oh? Rhubarb pie, ya know ya father’ favorite, just tryin’ some recipes for his friends.” Anthony nodded and sat down at the kitchen island watching her work. He noticed her arms were covered in bruises, her hands trembled but she was careful and delicate. “Anthony, be a dear and grab the butter from the freezer please?” What happened to her? “Huh? Oh yeah yeah Ma, I got it” He hopped off of the stool and went down to the freezer in the basement. While he was down in the cold dark basement he could hear yelling. A feminine voice and a masculine voice.

When he came back upstairs the yelling got louder, he wanted to go and see what was happening but he saw his mother out of the corner of his eye waving him over. He hesitantly obeyed and whispered to her.

“What’s going on, Ma?” His mother looked anxious to even speak, her eyes darting around quietly before she answered.

“Ya sister Molly rejected Arachnis’s friend, he didn’t take it so well and she had to do something drastic.” Just as she finished the yelling stopped and heavy footsteps followed. A man with dark brown hair walked into the kitchen, he had an annoyed look on his face. His knuckles were bloodied and bruised as he reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer.

“Whatcha lookin’ at faggot?” Anthony straightened himself up and diverted his eyes back down at the counter.

“N-nothing” He then watched as his mother drew something in the flower she sprinkled onto the counter.

“Check her” He knew what she meant, and waited till who he guessed was Aracknis left the kitchen and went out the door. He once again left the kitchen and this time went down the hallway he heard the yelling from. He saw a light on and followed it. The farther he walked the closer the walls got, they seemed to narrow. It was a tight squeeze by the time he got to the light source. The bathroom, he saw Molly the girl from earlier crying trying to clean herself up.

“Hey,” Anthony said softly, Molly jumped but calmed down seeing him, her bright blue eyes filled with tears and one swollen starting to bruise that extended down to her cheek. Anthony reached in and pulled her to his chest. He felt her lean in and wrap her arms around him, her tears soaking into his shirt as she shook.

“I-I’m scared Anthony, s-so scared, h-he’s coming for dinner” All Anthony could do was hold her, seeing her afraid broke him. He knew there was nothing he could do, absolutely nothing! Suddenly the weight on his chest disappeared and she was gone.

“Molly! Molly!” He looked around to see nothing, then he turned around to see her bloodied bruised body hanging from the ceiling.

He screamed in terror and started to back up quickly until he heard the familiar clicking sound of something cocking a gun. He felt the cold muzzle press to the back of his head and he froze.

“Gotcha you lil shit.” The gun went off.

“…thony” “Thony!” “Anthony!” “Anthony!” AngelDust's eyes slowly opened to a blurry world, they opened and closed until he could recognize the voice. Husk! His eyes shot open and he saw Husk, he immediately clung to him in desperation, trembling against him. He gasped for air as tears rained down his soaked face.

“Hey hey hey now, easy there you’re hurt pretty bad, you were really out of it,” Husk said softly but Angel didn’t let go, he refused he was so scared that if he did Husk would disappear and die.

“No no, I can’t you’ll die if I do!” He whimpered, Husk furrowed his brows but rubbed his back gently.

“I ain’t going nowhere kid, you know that” Angel shook his head burying his face into Husk’s shoulder as he cried.

“Please, Husk, please just let me stay like this. Just for a little bit.” He pleaded, Husk let out a head sigh and nodded.

“Alright, just for a little while, till ya calm down. You were hallucinating and dreaming really bad shit.” Wait what?

“halll-Hallucinating? Dream?” “Yeah when I came to check on ya you were crying and screaming about someone touching you, you were telling something to get off of ya and you were digging your claws into yourself. When ya passed out You kept crying for your sister.”

“When-when was this?” Angel asked through soft sniffles and as he took in shaky breathes.

“Well first it was in the experiment room, I got dragged in to watch ya after a while. I wanted to go in and get ya but that quack of a doctor wouldn’t let me in till it was over.”

So none of it was real? It was all fake?

“It wasn’t real?”

“Well no, the events that happened n the moment no, but I know the people who were in it, they used to be real.”

“I-I had a sister and brother? A mother? A…dad?” The word dad didn’t feel right on his tongue, especially after all that it tasted sour.

“Mhm, you used to tell me about them in the beginning” That was right he used to talk about them when Angel first got there, but the longer he stayed the more memories he lost. He could hardly remember how he even got here just that he had been saved and ended up here.

“Wh-what am I doing here Husk?” Husk let out another sigh, though this one out of pity, his hug got a little tighter.

“I don’t know, kid.”

They spent minutes like this, Angel held in Husks’s arms until Angel could let him treat his wounds. He wasn’t kidding when Husk said he did serious damage. He had deep cuts in his arms, legs, throat and face. It was clear Angel had used his claws to do it, as if he were fighting himself as if he were trapped in his body and was trying to escape….Wait… that's exactly how he felt most times.

Husk took care of him, he always did, and he did so well. He was so gentle. Shushing him reassuring him he wasn’t angry, that Husk wouldn’t hurt him. He was good at wrapping and packing injuries too.

“How are you so good at this?”

“Well, army medical training can teach ya a thing or two after a few years.” Angel chuckled and let Husk finish up. When he had to leave to put some things away Angel reached out for him

“Wa-wait Husk!” “Hm?” The older man hummed with a raised brow.

“Wi-will ya please come back? I can’t-I can’t stand to be alone for long, please.” His voice trailed off quietly, Husk smiled a little.

“Yeah, just let me trash this, get you a snack and I’ll be back.”