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incorrectmarvelquotesss · 10 days ago

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Warnings: angst, stalking, gun violence, blood, mentions of a fight, illusions of death

Summary: Jason can’t see anything but you.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

Word Count: ~5.4k

A/N: I wanted it out, so here you are! Enjoy ;)

Jason’s breath turned into vapor in the winter air, his boots slushing and crunching through the wet snow. He barely suppressed a groan as he took another step up, his stitched abdomen protesting with each jarring movement on the stairs.

Taking the fire escape had been a stupid idea, but he’d forgotten his keys and knew the window would be cracked open. His face was hidden beneath his hoodie, his red helmet stuffed in his backpack. A bruised face unhidden by makeup and a hoodie over his head would have to do tonight.

As he tugged the window upward, its stubborn wheels jammed halfway, as usual. He let out a frustrated growl, resting his forehead against the cold glass as his breath fogged it, despite his usual distaste for condensation. His breaths came shallow, each one catching on his aching side, while the city buzzed below him.

His shoulders sagged as he turned, slipping off his backpack and tossing it through the narrow gap with a careless flick. Leaning back against the now wet glass, he closed his eyes, letting the ambient sounds drift around him: a distant siren, a muted shout, the rustle of wind down the alley.

He slid down onto the gritty metal of the fire escape, the rough brick behind him biting into his jacket. He didn’t care. Bruce had been slipping too much cash into his account each month anyway; he could replace any jacket. His mind idly wondered what the others used theirs for.

Between Dick, Tim, and Damian, he was certain he was the only one who knew what it was like to have empty pockets and a cold room as a kid.

He opened his eyes. The alley below was cloaked in shadows, save for the occasional beam of a passing headlight catching on the dumpster. He kept his eyes trained there, letting his head sink back against the sill, neck aching with the effort. He let his gaze drift up at last, tracing the clouds rolling thickly over Gotham’s sky.

He exhaled, and the dampness in the air clung to his face.

It had rained all evening. The snow that everyone had eagerly enjoyed yesterday had turned into slush as it always did. He had lived in Gotham for his whole life—not including the five years he was dead or training with the League of Assassins.

This was how winter had always started. He had never enjoyed the transition from fall to winter, but the lovely winter was worth it.

He shivered as the first icy droplet hit his cheek, reminding him he needed to get inside before he was soaked. Gripping the edge of the window, he braced himself, shoving the glass upward with a strained grunt.

The chill of the window stung his hands as he scrambled through, landing hard on his couch. The throbbing in his side flared, and he bit back a curse, ignoring the muddy tracks he’d left across the carpet.

“Todd,” a familiar voice called from his kitchen.

Jason groaned, head turning just enough to gaze into the dark kitchen. He could make out the faint outline of his youngest brother, Damian, from the small light of the numbers on the stove. “Demon,” he replied smoothly, keeping his tone measured. Every bit of him wanted to tell Damian to leave his place, but there was no fight in him left tonight. “What do you want?”

“Father’s having one of those… nights,” Damian explained with his arms still crossed. Jason noted the kid’s barely visible flinch. If Jason squinted, he could make out the shape of a backpack on Damian’s back. “I needed a place to stay.”

“And you chose mine over Dick’s?” Jason asked with one of his eyebrows raised. It was rare for Tim or Damian to crash at his apartment rather than Dick’s for when Bruce was having one of those bad nights where he kept snapping at them and Alfred.

The last time Tim had crashed at his, it was because Dick was off-planet.

Damian managed a shrug as he walked closer. “I needed someone quiet.” Damian muttered, barely audible. But Jason heard it, even over the hum of his refrigerator. Damian’s hand reached out and he flicked the living room light on swiftly, watching with an amused smirk as Jason squinted against the sudden harsh lighting.

“Turn that off, brat,” Jason grumbled out, voice rumbling through the somewhat area. Damian, in his usual fashion, ignored Jason. He looked around the apartment, nose wrinkling as he took in the mess; laundry piles, books, take out bags, anything to everything was lying around.

“You’re getting tardy, Todd.” Damian’s nose wrinkled a bit more as his eyes snagged on the muddy footprints Jason had just tracked in. He kicked over a pile of laundry mercilessly. Damian’s eyes darted to Jason’s bedroom door and then back to Jason. “Where’s Y/N?”

Jason’s chest tightened, the room seeming colder than before. He averted his gaze, shoulders slumping as he leaned back into the couch cushions. Just hearing your name reopened the wound he’d been trying to bury. Only a week since the fight, yet it felt like months. Every day was a hollow routine, made worse by your absence.

“She’s not here right now,” Jason muttered out, the words like bile on his tongue. He didn’t meet Damian’s gaze as he spoke. He knew what Damian would say if he knew why you weren’t here.

Damian crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. “What did you do, Todd?”

Jason could feel the judgement radiating from the younger teen. His own mind was spewing a bunch of nonsense about how he didn’t deserve you and it’d be better if he had let you go for good. Maybe then he wouldn’t have to see your clothes in his closet. Maybe then the second toothbrush in the bathroom wouldn’t be so glaringly vibrant. Maybe then he could ignore the judgement on Damian’s face.

“Nothing,” Jason grumbled, his eyes cast on the mud tracks. “I didn’t—”

“Bullshit, Todd.” Damian’s voice was just as harsh as Jason thought it would be. “She couldn’t have just up and left you.” That was the harder truth to swallow for him. The fact that if he hadn’t messed up, you would have been here. You probably would have already fed and tucked Damian into the spare bedroom before waiting out here for him.

Jason’s jaw ticked. “Demon—”

“As much as we all hate to admit it, she loves you for a reason I don’t understand.”

“Damian,” Jason cut in harshly. “It doesn’t matter. She’s gone, okay?”

Damian’s face turned harder, frown deepening. “But—”

“I said, shut up.” Jason’s words were sharp as glass, each syllable flaring the ache in his side. He inhaled deeply, willing himself not to think about you, about your absence that seemed to seep into every corner of the apartment.

He’d even used your shampoo this morning, clinging to the fading scent. His fingers curled into fists, nails biting into his palms as he fought to stay grounded. He inhaled deeply, trying not to think about you or the fact that you weren’t here, sleeping in his bed, in his room.

Damian glared back, silence filling the air between them. Finally, with a curt nod, he muttered, “Goodnight, Todd.”

Jason offered a brief nod in return, his throat tight. Damian disappeared into the guest room, the door clicking softly shut behind him. Alone again, Jason let his head fall back against the couch, eyes stinging under the bright lights. He didn’t bother turning them off, didn’t bother kicking off his boots.

Without you there, urging him to get up or scolding him for the mess, he sank deeper into the quiet, heavy ache of the night, eyes fixed on the ceiling as he told himself the sting was only from the light.

The faint buzz from his pocket tugged him back to the present, cutting through the haze of his thoughts like a blade. He sighed, a soft curse slipping past his lips as he fumbled for the phone. If it was Tim asking for a place to crash again, he might just let it ring out.

But as his eyes flicked to the screen, the air shifted in his lungs. Your face—peeking over a book in the picture he’d taken months ago—stared back at him. His hand stilled, heart lurching in a way that made his ribs ache. His thumb moved on instinct, swiping to answer.

He pressed the phone to his ear, his voice betraying him with a crack. “Hey, sweetheart. You okay?” The way the question splintered in his throat made him wince. He hadn’t heard your voice in days, and the ache of your absence pressed heavier than the bruises littering his body.

He clenched his jaw to keep himself steady, to not let the desperation seep through. But all he could think about now was how good it would feel to hear you say his name again, soft and familiar.

“Jason,” you breathed. The sound of your voice over the line sent a wave of relief and something sharper through him. There was strain beneath it, though—like a string pulled too tight, ready to snap. His shoulders stiffened, the dull burn of his battered muscles forgotten as he sat straighter.

“What’s wrong?” The question came low and urgent, his tone dipping into something darker. His hand tightened on the phone as he heard the hesitation in your next breath.

“I think… someone’s following me,” you whispered. The tremor in your voice tightened his chest, his pulse thudding harder. In the background, the sharp crackle of a passing vehicle echoed through the phone, every sound amplified in his ears.

Jason stood, ignoring the protest of his battered body. His stitches pulled, a faint sting blooming at his side, but he didn’t care. He crouched to grab his backpack, the weight of his helmet inside grounding him as the panic in your voice lingered in his ears.

“Where are you?” His words came quick, the edges rougher than he intended. His heartbeat roared, drowning out everything else. Screw logistics. Screw the rest he’d planned tonight or the fact that Damian would have to hunt him down if he woke up. None of that mattered. Not when you were out there alone, afraid.

You rattled off a street intersection near your campus he knew very well. He could practically smell the sweet scent of sugar and the bitter taste of coffee from the cafe near where you were. He had picked you up so many times before for this one class.

He cursed himself mentally as he tried to shake the guilt of not being there right now, regardless of the fact that you two had fought. You were his girl.

He strode to the window, eyes scanning the shadows beyond the glass as if sheer will could bridge the distance between you. “Stay on the phone with me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his tone softer but no less intense. “I'm coming to get you.”

“Okay,” came your soft reply, fear embedded into the one word. He let out a deep breath as he pushed open the window, ignoring the burning sensation that made his teeth clench. The cool night air hit Jason like a slap as he swung himself onto the fire escape, his movements swift despite the dull fire in his muscles. The phone stayed pressed to his ear, your breathing on the other end the only thing grounding him.

He cursed himself for every moment he’d wasted, every second he wasn’t already there.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” he asked, voice steadier now, though his body was alight with adrenaline.

“Yeah,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. There was a hitch in your breath, a telltale sign of you trying to hold it together. It broke something deep inside him. His chest ached again.

“Good. Keep talking to me,” he said as he climbed down, his boots landing with a soft thud on the alley pavement. His bike wasn’t far. He broke into a jog, ignoring the way his body protested, his stitches pulling tight beneath his jacket. “What do you see? Anyone around?”

“No, just... cars parked on the street. A few lights on in the apartments above the shops. It’s quiet,” you said, your voice trembling. He heard the little exhale you let out, evidently overwhelmed and scared. He could almost imagine you, shoulders curling in and phone pressed to your ear with that little pinch in your brows.

Jason grit his teeth, his free hand curling into a fist. He hated this—the vulnerability in your tone, the fear lacing every word. You weren’t supposed to sound like this. Not his girl. Not because someone was too stupid to know who they were messing with.

“You’re doing great,” he said, his voice dropping into something softer as he reached his bike. He stuffed his hoodie into the bag, the red bat symbol now on display. He yanked the red helmet free from his bag, tossing it on with practiced ease. “Just keep walking, sweetheart. I’m right behind you.”

The lie slipped out so easily he almost believed it himself. But you didn’t call him on it. Instead, you exhaled shakily again, the sound like static in his ear.

“Jason,” you whispered, his name barely audible over the distant hum of an engine passing you. He closed his eyes briefly at the slight comfort you saying his name brought him.

“I’m here,” he said firmly, his voice steady and sure even as his heartbeat thundered. He started the bike, the engine roaring to life beneath him. “Just stay with me, okay? I’ll be there soon.”

The streets of Gotham blurred past him as he sped through the city, the cold wind biting at his skin. Every turn brought him closer, but it wasn’t fast enough. He knew that intersection—the alleyways, the blind corners, the spots where someone could lurk unseen. He was thinking in a way he hadn’t done since Damian was kidnapped by his grandfather. All the ways he could protect you, hold you near him when he reached you.

“Talk to me,” he urged, his tone firmer now. “Do you have the gun I gave you?” His stomach lurched as he asked the question, the thought of you needing it pushing bile into his throat. He had given it to you, but he had also mentioned that you would never need to use it.

Now he was left contemplating his promise to you. The promises of protection, of caring, of loving you falling hollow.

There was a beat of silence on the line, and Jason’s grip on the handlebars tightened, his knuckles whitening. The roar of the bike’s engine couldn’t drown out the pounding in his ears as he waited for your answer.

“Yes,” you finally said, your voice trembling. “It’s in my bag.” Relief warred with something darker in his chest. He was glad you had it, but the fact you might need it made his stomach churn. He hated this—hated that he couldn’t reach through the phone and pull you into his arms, hated the way his promises felt like empty echoes now.

“Good,” he said, forcing his voice to stay even as he leaned into a sharp turn, the tires skidding slightly on the slick Gotham streets. “Keep it close, sweetheart, but don’t touch it unless you have to. Do you understand?” The rain started pouring down a bit faster.

“Okay,” you whispered, the word fragile and uncertain, but he clung to it like a lifeline.

The city blurred past him—neon lights bleeding into shadows, the cold air slicing against his exposed skin. He weaved between cars, reckless but controlled, every second bringing him closer. But it still felt like miles too far. Too far from you.

“I’m so sorry,” you said suddenly, your voice breaking. “I shouldn’t have called you. I just—I didn’t know who else—”

“Hey,” he cut you off sharply, the bike screeching to a halt for a moment as he waited for a light to change. When they didn’t change a second later, he ran the red lights. He didn’t care about the looks he got from passing drivers, the chaos of the city fading into the background. “Don’t do that. Don’t apologize for calling me. You did the right thing, okay? You call me every damn time, no matter what.”

You didn’t respond, but he could hear the faint hitch in your breathing, the sound tightening something deep inside him. He softened his tone, the rough edges smoothing out.

“Sweetheart, listen to me,” he said, his voice quieter now, but no less intense. “I’m yours. You get that? Doesn’t matter what we’ve said or what’s happened. You call me, I come running. Every time. No questions. No hesitations.”

A few moments passed in just laboured and shaky breaths. “I’m almost there,” he said, the words coming out like a promise. And this time, he’d keep it.

The rain intensified, turning the streets into slick ribbons of black and gold. Jason’s tires kicked up sprays of water as he pushed the bike harder, weaving through the chaotic Gotham traffic like a man possessed. The world outside the phone call didn’t exist—only you, your shaky breaths and the distance he was tearing apart to get to you.

He didn’t care that he would most likely wake up with a dozen missed calls from Bruce to reprimand his behaviour in public as Red Hood. He could deal with that tomorrow.

“Tell me what’s around you now,” he demanded, his voice steady but lined with urgency. He could see the tallest building of your campus now, the red lights dim in the neon signs surrounding it.

“Um...” Your breath hitched again, the sound rattling through his chest. “I just passed the café. I can see the bookstore across the street. There’s... there’s an alley up ahead. Jason, I—”

“Don’t go near it,” he interrupted, his voice sharpening. He could picture the intersection perfectly now—the dim street lights barely cutting through the fog of rain, the shadows pooling in places no one should walk alone. “Stay in the light, sweetheart. Keep moving, but don’t rush. Just act natural, okay?”

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice trembling, the faint sound of your steps echoing faintly through the phone. The roar of his bike echoed off the buildings as he turned onto your street, his heart pounding with every beat that he wasn’t by your side. He could see the café sign now, its neon glow muted by the rain.

“I see the café,” you said, your voice so soft he almost missed it.

“I see it too,” Jason replied, relief flooding his tone as he spotted you a few paces ahead. Your figure was small under the weight of the storm, your bag clutched tightly at your side. He could see the trench coat you were wearing and the half-broken umbrella in your hands.

But he wasn’t the only one who’d spotted you. His eyes locked on a shadow moving behind you, too deliberate to be a casual passerby. The figure lingered near the edge of the light, pacing a little too perfectly with your steps.

Jason’s jaw clenched, his vision tunneling. “Sweetheart, don’t look back,” he said, his voice low and sharp. “Just keep walking toward the bookstore. I’m right behind you now.”

You hesitated, your steps faltering slightly. “Jason—”

“Trust me,” he said, his tone firm but pleading. “I’ve got you.”

He cut the engine and dismounted the bike in one fluid motion, his boots splashing onto the wet pavement. The rain poured around him, soaking through his jacket, but he didn’t feel it. His focus was locked on the man trailing you.

Jason’s hand hovered near his holster, his movements smooth and deliberate as he closed the distance between him and the stranger. The man was too preoccupied with you to notice the Red Hood stalking behind him, and Jason intended to keep it that way—until it was too late.

Jason moved with the precision of a predator, his body a coiled spring ready to snap. The man trailing you was oblivious to his approach until it was too late. In one swift, silent motion, Jason’s arm locked around the stranger’s neck, earning a quick struggle before the man managed to kick out of his grasp.

Jason’s eyes flared as he threw a punch. The man staggered back, his hand shooting for his waistband, but Jason was already on him. He grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him against the nearby wall, the impact rattling the alley.

Jason felt a faint shift in the air—a movement too fast, too sharp to be ignored. He spun, his instincts screaming just as a second man emerged from the shadows, his gun raised and aimed straight at Jason’s chest. The man behind Jason kicked his knee, effectively knocking Jason to his knees.

Jason’s breath left him in a sharp hiss as the kick collided with his knee, sending a jolt of pain through his leg. He stumbled but caught himself, barely, his body teetering on the edge of collapse. His eyes locked onto the gun aimed at his chest, the barrel glinting in the dim light of the alley. His eyes flickered between the gun and the man. The man from behind cackled.

The gunman took a step closer, the cold muzzle pressing against the red bat symbol on his chest. “Red Hood. Saving pretty girls, huh? Thought you used to be above all that.”

Jason’s jaw tightened, his muscles coiling in preparation, but the pain in his knee was a constant reminder that he was in no position to fight back easily. The gunman’s words cut through the night, a taunt designed to throw him off balance. But Jason wasn’t going to let that happen. Not tonight.

“You have no idea what you're talking about,” Jason said, his voice low, threatening, as he forced his back a little straighter, despite the throbbing pain. His fingers twitched at his side, inching closer to his own gun.

Just as the gunman took another step, a rustle from the other side of the alley caught Jason’s attention. A flash of movement, a shadow that wasn’t there before. It was enough to shift the gunman’s focus, just for a split second. That was all it took. Before the gunman could react, a loud crack echoed in the alley. The force of the shot sent the man reeling back, his body crashing to the ground with a sickening thud.

Jason swiveled around, kicking out the man’s legs from him and then knocking him out. Jason’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes darting to the source of the shot. There you were, just an arm’s length away now. Coming to a stop in the alley, your hand shaking slightly as you lowered the gun, still aimed in the direction of the man who had just fallen. Your chest heaved as you stared at the limp body, the weight of what you had just done settling over you.

Jason’s chest tightened, the relief of survival and the shock of what had just happened colliding in a heavy rush. He had no words at first—only a stunned silence that rang louder than any sound in the night. His knees still were firmly pressing down onto the pavement. His hands reached for the gun, gently pulling it from your grasp and sliding it into an empty holster. He held your hand a bit tighter.

His hand pulled you lower, closer, tugging until there was barely an inch left between the two of you. His gaze left the body on the wet cement, falling upon your wet hair and trailing down your face slowly to your lips. His chest heaved with exertion against yours. His eyes snapped up to yours, watching you keep your gaze on the body. One gloved hand pulled the back of your neck to move your head to face him. He ducked his head to block the sight of the body.

“Hey,” he murmured, his eyes trying to snap you out of the trance you were in. “Hey, look at me, sweetheart.” His thumb brushed against your cheek, the rough material of his leather doing nothing to hide the heat emitting from the two of you.

The action seemed to break your trance, wide and fearful eyes meeting his through his helmet. Your hands came up to deftly take it off, fingers more steady than your panicked breathing. He let you take it off, silently letting you raise it above his head and pull it away from his face. A sob tore out of your lips just as his gaze met yours.

“Sweetheart.”

Jason’s heart clenched at the sight of your tears, his own breath catching in his throat. He had never seen you like this—so vulnerable, so shaken by what you had just done. He could feel the tension in the air, thick with the weight of the moment. Your eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and disbelief, searched his face for something—reassurance, perhaps, or just some kind of grounding.

He gently reached for your trembling hands, cupping them in his own, his gloved fingers brushing over your skin in a pattern. “Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured, his voice unsteady, but soft. “You did what you had to do.”

But you shook your head, your breath still ragged as you took in the scene around you. The gunman, still lying motionless, the echoes of the gunshot ringing in your ears. It had all happened so fast—too fast for you to fully process. He swallowed thickly, not caring about the fact that he was still in costume without his helmet on with you in an alleyway.

Instead, he moved closer, his body pressing against yours as he sought to anchor you. “Look at me,” he urged again, his voice low and steady, trying to cut through the whirlwind of your thoughts. He leaned in, forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the cool night air. It was a gentle way forcing your eyes away from the body, blocking all of your sight of the body on the pavement.

His eerily green eyes stared into your teary ones.

Your hands, still trembling, found their way to his chest, clutching the fabric of his suit as if it was the only thing holding you together. The silence between you both stretched, heavy with everything unsaid, everything unprocessed. But his presence, his touch, was grounding you, even if it didn’t take away the storm inside you.

Slowly, you met his eyes, your breathing steadier now. The pain in your chest didn’t fade, but it became something more bearable, something you could hold onto.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to,” you whispered, the words faltering at the edges.

Jason’s eyes softened, his hand gently pulling you even closer. “You didn’t have a choice, sweetheart,” he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. “You saved me. You saved us.”

Jason cradled your head and pulled your face into the crook of his neck. His eyes darted to the limp body, studying it for a moment before he noticed the slight movement of his chest. He kissed your hair. “He’s alive, sweetheart,” he mumbled against your temple, dropping another kiss, lips lingering.

Your body stiffened, but Jason’s arms only tightened around you, offering comfort in the midst of your confusion and guilt. You could feel his heartbeat under your ear, steady and reassuring, as his fingers gently threaded through your hair. It was grounding, but the overwhelming emotions still churned inside of you like a storm.

“Alive,” you repeated, your voice faint and distant as you pulled back just enough to look at him. The weight of the word felt heavier than it should have, the knowledge that the danger wasn’t fully over, that the man you had just shot was still breathing.

Jason’s gaze softened, his eyes filled with something unreadable. “Yeah. But you did what you had to do. You protected yourself. You protected me.”

You nodded slowly, your hands still gripping the front of his suit like a lifeline, as if the very fabric of him was the only thing keeping you grounded in reality. The thoughts were swirling too fast, too loud in your head. You weren’t sure how to process it all—the gunshot, the blood, the adrenaline still pumping in your veins.

Jason seemed to sense your inner turmoil, his hand moving down your back in a slow, calming motion, like he was trying to steady you, keep you from slipping. “You’re okay,” he murmured softly, his lips brushing the top of your head again. “We’re okay.”

But you weren’t so sure. Everything felt wrong. You had just almost taken someone’s life, even if it had been in self-defense. Your stomach churned with nausea, and you clung to Jason’s chest, hiding your face against him, letting his presence shield you from the reality of the situation.

You steadied your breathing and looked up at him, ignoring the urge to look back at the limp bodies. “What—what’re we supposed to do now?”

Jason’s expression softened further, a flicker of understanding in his eyes as he saw the fear still clouding your gaze. He gently tilted your chin up with his fingers, forcing you to meet his eyes, trying to anchor you in the present moment. “First thing’s first,” he said quietly, his voice steady but with an edge of urgency. “We get you out of here.”

His hand didn’t leave your chin, his thumb brushing against your skin in slow, soothing motions. But there was no mistaking the tension in his jaw, the sharpness in his movements. He was calculating, already thinking several steps ahead, but he made sure you felt none of it. His focus was entirely on you now.

“The police’ll show up soon,” he murmured, his voice low, almost unreadable. “I’ll tell Oracle—Barbara what happened. She’ll handle it.” He raked his hand through your hair, staring down at you in concern.

You nodded, still unsure, still reeling from everything that had just happened. The reality of the situation was setting in—the cold, harsh aftermath of your actions. You hadn’t just fired a weapon; you’d taken control of a life. Even if it was in self-defense, the gravity of that decision was heavier than any physical injury.

“We can’t be here when they do. We don’t need to explain any of this to them. Not tonight.” He glanced toward the fallen man, his jaw tightening.

“What about him?” you asked, your voice small, trembling, though you immediately regretted it. The man you’d shot, his life still hanging by a thread. His future, whatever that was now, was out of your hands, but you couldn’t ignore the guilt crawling under your skin.

Jason's eyes darkened slightly at your question, but his expression remained controlled, calm. He didn't immediately answer, his gaze lingering on the fallen man for a moment before he looked back at you. The faintest of sighs escaped his lips, but his tone was resolute. “I’ll take care of him,” he said quietly. “He won’t be a threat to us. Not again.”

The certainty in his voice sent a chill down your spine, but you didn’t flinch away from him. Jason’s world was one of calculated decisions, harsh realities, and necessary actions. You’d seen glimpses of that before—the man who operated in shadows, whose choices often weighed heavy, but always with purpose.

Your heart still raced, the guilt and uncertainty gnawing at you, but you forced yourself to breathe steadily, pushing the questions from your mind for now. The sound of distant sirens began to echo through the alley, too close for comfort, and Jason’s grip on you tightened just a fraction.

He gave you a small, reassuring nod. “We need to move. Now.” Without waiting for another word, Jason gently pulled you with him, leading you further down the alley. The sounds of the night seemed muffled, your mind still focused on the chaos you’d just left behind. But with each step you took away from the scene, the weight of the situation shifted.

You weren’t in control of it—not yet, not fully—but Jason was, and for now, that was enough.

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kotoku · 4 months ago

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Request for hurt/comfort with the reader comforting Laios. Like maybe someone said something rude to his face, or he's having doubts about saving Falin, or he's just having a moment of feeling extra self-conscious. I just need to HUG THAT MAN

laios x reader - what are friends for

synopsis - laios is having some doubts, but you’re there to support him. after all, what are friends for, dear reader?

pairings - laios touden x reader

warnings - unintentionally left the ending with a little angst.. sorry reader, but it seems you are stuck in the friend zone for now…

word count - 1.2k

“Laios! I told you that you can’t be embarrassed about these things!”

Marcille scolded the blond tall-man, pointing a stern finger at him with her other hand on her hip.

She was in the process of having Laios execute his healing knowledge. After testing it out on both her and Senshi, she directed him towards you who had a nasty cut on your stomach. Yet before he could chant the incantation, the embarrassment he felt quickly caught up to him and he choked on his words.

“If you say it wrong, who knows what could happen! Try again, and this time, don’t be ashamed because it’s just _____!” She huffed, turning towards the door with Senshi and Chilchuck.

“We’re gonna go see the dungeon rearrange itself, have fun _____!” Chilchuck snickered, shutting the door with a ‘thunk!’.

Rolling your eyes at his teasing, you refocused your gaze back to Laios whose hands hovered over your stomach. You could tell he was nervous by the slight twitching his hand would do every couple of seconds.

“..You don’t have to heal me if you don’t want to, I can have Marci—“ “No! I can’t just throw away this opportunity, it’ll be a waste! I can do this.”

‘That’s right, I can do this. IcandothisIcandothisIcan—‘ Laois took in a deep inhale before exhaling, readying himself for his second attempt.

Your brows rose in amusement, a smile playing on your lips. “Alright, show me what you’ve got.” Resting your head against the cushion beneath you, you patiently waited for Laios to start.

You heard his breathing even out, falling in rhythm with yours as he started to chant.

…

“YAOIWWW!!”

Startled, Laios jumped back, a look of surprise and fear on his face. You, on the other hand, had leaped into a seated position, arms clutching over the injured area. Despite it being healed, that didn’t account for the tremendous amount of pain and itchiness you felt afterward.

“_____! Are you alright? Did I do something wrong?” Laios rushed to your side, hands frantically waving around in the air as he didn’t know what to do.

“I-I’m fine, just a bit itchy is all…” You grunted, the pain subsiding but the itchiness remaining. You moved to scratch the area before Laios stopped you, his hand gently holding your wrist.

“Marcille said that you should avoid scratching it…” He mumbled, still concerned about your well-being.

“Ah.. ok.” You hummed, retracting your hand even though you so badly wanted to scratch the scar that was left behind. Moving to unwrap the bandage that was around your abdomen, Laios turned away, eyes avoiding you.

“I-I’ll just look over here…”

“It’s just my abdomen, Laios. You’re acting like a Victorian man who just saw a lady’s ankle for the first time.” You laughed, bundling the bandage and tucking it away. Slipping on your top, Laios turned back to look at you with a pink flush on his cheeks.

“I’m so not!”

“You so are.”

“Am not!”

“Mhm, whatever you say.” With a smug grin, you leaned your head against the wall, listening as the dungeon continued repairing and rearranging itself.

There was a brief silence before Laios keeled over, clutching his stomach in pain as he lay on his side on the floor.

“L-Laios!? Are you alright?!” You panicked, scurrying over to him.

“I’m fine.. it’s just that I’m seeing all kinds of colors and shapes… What’s happening to me..?” He groaned, sweat dotting his brow.

“Oh.. you have mana sickness. You used too much and now—“ you gestured at his state, “—this happened.”

“End me now…”

Huffing a breath, you adjusted him so that he was sitting up. “Don’t be silly, you’ll be fine. You just need to eat something.” Digging through your bag, you found a snack Senshi had packed for you the other day. “Here, eat this.”

Laios sluggishly grabbed the snack from your hand, immediately chewing on it as he leaned against the wall. “Thanks, _____. I’m starting to feel a little bit better already.” “I should be thanking you for healing me.”

The brief silence from before enveloped the two of you once more, the sound of Laios chewing away at the snack being an exception. You were lost in your own thoughts before Laios sighed, your eyes darting to his slouched form.

“Hey.. _____?”

“Yes?”

“…Do you think.. we’ll be able to defeat the Mad Mage and turn Falin back..?”

You paused, watching as Laios held his knees close to his chest, his head resting on them. For the first time throughout this entire journey of rescuing Falin, Laios had seemed so small, fragile. You felt your stomach drop, both hesitation and fear gripping onto you with its ugly hands as you tried to speak. Laios was your party leader, if he felt this way then… You shook your head. No, no matter what, you were all going to get his sister back, even if it meant eating monsters, getting your ass beat, or staking your life. Having said that, you knew what you needed to tell him. What he needed to hear.

“Laios.” You finally spoke after a long drawn silence. His head didn’t move from his spot, eyes glued to the ground. You breathed in a deep inhale before exhaling. “..The path that lies ahead of us is a difficult one, and I can’t say for certain what will happen. None of us can.” His shoulders drooped. “But what I can say for certain, is that no matter what we face, we’ll try our damn hardest to get there.”

You gave him a determined smile, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “After all, we still need to eat dinner with Falin— and introduce her to Senshi’s cooking again.” Laios smiled at your words, his spirit slowly regaining its flame.

“You’re right.. thank you, _____.”

“No problem, Laios.” Realizing that you still had your hand placed on his shoulder, you quickly retracted it with flushed cheeks. He was looking at you with such soft and gentle eyes that you couldn’t help but feel warm inside. Then again, whenever you were with Laios, you always felt a little warm or fuzzy. Something about him just made you feel so nervous and vulnerable— as much as you tried denying your feelings for him you knew for a fact that you were falling in deep for your party leader.

As you were trying to regain your composure, you suddenly felt a warmth enveloping you, blond hair tickling your cheek. Strong yet soft arms circled around your shoulders and you felt your efforts go to waste. Laios, the man you had a crush on, was hugging you so tenderly it felt intimate— like a lover’s embrace. You felt the heat rise up to your eyes.

“L-Laios..?”

“I’m so grateful to have you. Thank you for comforting me,” he murmured, hugging you tighter. You slowly reciprocated the hug, closing your eyes as you rested your head on his bicep.

“Of course,” You hummed, “What are friends for…”

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⭐️ forgive me father. fem!reader x enzo vogrincic

🪐 minha masterlist

» cw: smut! por favor só interaja se for +18! ; enzo!padre; infidelidade; angst + catholic gilt; fingering; masturb masculina + fem; sexo desprotegido; p in v; creampie; sexo num altar e na igreja (ops); nuances de strenght kink; enzo e leitora virgens então perda de virgindade.

» wn: omg debut solo do enzo nesse blog aqui!! e enzo!padre😯 pois é manas, call me camila creads fleabag da silva! pensei nessa ideia e depois de uma conversa com a minha querida amiga @lunitt decidi canetar!! gostaria de dizer que se alguém se sentir ofendida com esse tema religioso + culpa católica + pecados + sexo na igreja e com um fucking padre etc por favor não leia se não se sentir confortável com isso! apesar de isso se tratar de uma ficção, o tema abordado é um padre quebrando o celibato e se apaixonando, entawnnn essa é toda a trama desse one shot… mas enfim, não vou mentir, eu si diverti demais escrevendo essa 😛 espero que vocês gostem! 💞💐✨

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enzo!padre que tomou a decisão se ser devoto a religião ainda muito jovem. vindo de uma família religiosa, sempre soube a importância da fé e como seguir uma vida sagrada era um ato extremamente nobre. por mais que existissem as dificuldades, era feliz com sua decisão de ter se tornado padre, levava uma vida amena: todos os dias realizava missas e depois delas tinha a oportunidade de falar com os habitantes simpáticos da cidade pequena, foi assim que se tornou o padre favorito de várias senhorinhas, as quais em segredo sempre comentavam entre si o quão raro era ver um homem tão bonito quanto ele ser devoto apenas a sua fé.

enzo!padre que já estava acostumado com o carinho vindo das senhorinhas, tanto que reconhecia até a voz trêmula de cada idosinha na hora da confissão, conseguia identificar quem era quem apesar da madeira que separava as cabines e o impossibilitava de ver o rosto das fiéis. por isso estranhou tanto quando ouviu sua voz jovem do outro lado dizendo “Abençoa-me, Pai, porque pequei”.

enzo!padre que se esforçou para prosseguir com a confissão da mesma forma que sempre fazia, disfarçando o quando sua voz o afetou. procurou focar no que você dizia, prestando atenção em cada detalhe da história que você contava: que tinha se mudado recentemente para a cidadezinha da sua avó porque o filho de um homem importante tinha se interessado em ti, fazendo com que - de acordo com a sua família - a opção de negar o casamento nem existisse, e que talvez estivesse se precipitando pois tinha conhecido o garoto há apenas um mês, mas mesmo assim não enxergava se apaixonar por ele como algo possível.

enzo!padre que nunca tinha sentido esse frio na barriga por causa de alguém, e de forma alguma sabia como lidar com esse sentimento, não sabia o que fazer para desacelerar os batimentos quando você suspirava ou falava algo ainda mais meiga, com a voz trêmula e cheia de culpa. pior ainda quando decidiu se render aos olhos que queriam passear pela parede levemente transparente que separava vocês dois, observando com dificuldade o contorno do seu vestido branco e não conseguindo identificar se suas unhas estavam pintadas de rosa ou vermelho, mas conseguia ver perfeitamente seus dedinhos agitados que se moviam cada vez que falava, ou as palmas suadas deslizando pelo vestido curto.

enzo!padre que antes de dormir rezou uma, duas, três vezes, pedindo perdão por pela primeira vez na vida sentir tanta necessidade carnal, totalmente indevida para a sua carreira. se remexia na cama, a cabeça doía e o membro rígido entre suas pernas o incomodava mais ainda. se levantou para beber uma água, lavar o rosto, até decidiu fazer um chá enquanto perambulava pela cozinha, e enquanto a água fervia rezava com o terço em mãos, pedindo perdão e ajuda.

enzo!padre que, no dia seguinte, quase engasgou com a própria saliva quando novamente ouviu sua voz do outro lado da parede do confessionário. ainda com a cabeça ruim devido à noite mal dormida, passou as mãos nos olhos, mentalmente dizendo a Deus que já tinha entendido o recado, suplicando para Ele não puní-lo dessa forma.

enzo!padre que tinha que espantar os pensamentos intrusivos quando você repetia que não queria se casar com o ‘garoto de ouro’, pensando como você seria feliz em ser dele. desviava o olhar quando era atraído pelas suas mãos inquietas, e se repreendia quando pensava o quão macia seria a sensação delas passeando pela pele morena e intocada. pior ainda quando os olhos paravam na barra do seu vestido - dessa vez um tom de azul pastel - e o quanto um simples pedaço de tecido o causava tanta vontade de se enfiar por baixo dele, beijando o joelho exposto até a calcinha, imagem que ele inevitavelmente tinha criado na mente.

enzo!padre que te impediu de falar informações que entregariam a ele sua identidade, dizendo que as confissões sempre deveriam permanecer anônimas. apesar de ser verdade, o real motivo era que enzo já se sentia enlouquecido apenas com a imagem das suas mãos e o som da sua voz, tinha medo do que poderia acontecer com sua saúde mental se descobrisse seu nome, seu rosto, seu corpo.

enzo!padre que, nessa noite, ficou horas encarando o teto, recitando todas as orações que conhecia no quarto escuro para espantar os pensamentos sujos que vinham na cabeça. não acostumado com a sensação incômoda de ter uma ereção, lentamente desceu uma das mãos grandes pelo torso até chegar no membro duro coberto pela calça de pijama. sua intenção era de apenas aplicar uma pressão na região quente para aliviar a dor, mas o resultado foi completamente o oposto: os lábios inevitavelmente se partiram e puxaram um ar falhado. ainda por cima da calça, a mão deslizou pelo comprimento aplicando pressão e a mente foi diretamente a você: sua voz dizendo o nome dele ecoava dentro da cabeça, fazendo com que ele franzisse o cenho e apertasse ainda mais o membro que acabou de pulsar com a lembrança.

enzo!padre que não teve nem coragem de enfiar a mão por baixo do tecido, se ele não tocasse de fato no pau que com apenas com alguns minutos de estímulos liberou o líquido espesso e branquinho, talvez tudo isso seria menos pior, uma tentativa de burlar o pecado. depois de ter se esvaziado e ter feito uma bagunça na sua calça de pijama favorita, permaneceu de olhos fechados enquanto o peito subia e descia rapidamente.

enzo!padre que no dia seguinte anunciou na missa que o confessionário estaria suspenso por uma semana, com uma justificativa esparramada de que estaria atarefado com um projeto católico pessoal. sentiu até o peito pesar quando observou que as velhinhas se entreolharam e diziam “awn”, mencionando como ele era dedicado e um homem íntegro, quando o motivo verdadeiro era incrivelmente sujo, algo que elas nunca nem cogitariam que o padre enzo vogrincic pensaria.

enzo!padre que sentia como se estivesse no inferno durante essa semana, todas as noites acordando de madrugada depois de sonhar contigo: imaginando sua voz gemendo o nome dele, enquanto visualizava perfeitamente suas mãos ao redor do membro grosso.

enzo!padre que sentiu o coração parar de bater no dia que a velhinha, o filho do prefeito e a menina bonita sentaram no primeiro banco durante a missa, permitindo com que ele percebesse que a jovem tinha as mãos iguais a sua, também que o vestido era muito semelhante aos que você tinha usado durante as confissões, a forma que ela também mexia com os dedos - agora no anelar que tinha um anel de noivado - e parecia aflita, mordiscando os lábios ao vê-lo passear pelo altar. não, não podia ser… enzo pedia à Deus que não fosse você, rezava para que você fosse a mulher mais feia daquela igreja, não justamente o contrário.

enzo!padre que no final dessa missa, seguiu a moça bonita com o olhar enquanto criava justificativas e teorias para que você não fosse você. mas para a sua infelicidade, enquanto cumprimentava os fiéis na porta da igreja, sentiu os joelhos falharem quando ouviu a mesma voz doce que o assombrava desde a primeira vez que a escutou quando você disse “Paz de cristo, padre”. sua expressão era de quem tinha acabado de ver um fantasma, mas ainda bem que o seu noivo - alguns diriam extrovertido, outros metido - tomou a liberdade de o convidar para a festa que aconteceria na praça hoje à noite e falar que ele abençoasse e oficializasse seu casamento, fazendo enzo sentir um nó se formar na barriga, um sentimento novo para ele, que não conseguiu identificar que era inveja.

enzo!padre que demorou mais tempo do que deveria no banho, não fazendo as coisas sujas que o corpo desesperadamente necessitava ao pensar em você, e sim refletindo se realmente valia a pena abandonar todos seus princípios por alguém. mas porra, cada vez que pensava no fato de que você ficaria presa com esse homem para o resto da vida, quando ele poderia te oferecer tanto mais, poderia te fazer se apaixonar de fato por ele, poderia aprender como te satisfazer da maneira que você quer, da maneira que você merece. pensava se sua fé ainda estava intacta depois de você se tornar a maior devoção de enzo. não conseguia parar de pensar na forma como você o olhou, como o nome dele escapava dos seus lábios tão facilmente. a voz ecoava na mente já nublada de desejo, principalmente agora, que suas mãos inevitavelmente desceram até a ereção que palpitava toda vez que a imagem do seu rosto se contorcendo de prazer invadia a mente dele, decidindo se entregar ao pecado dessa vez, só dessa vez.

enzo!padre que decidiu não comparecer à festa da cidade que aconteceria essa noite, afinal, seria uma má ideia ir para o lugar que você estaria. por isso, depois do banho, foi em direção a igreja vazia e escura para acender uma vela enquanto tomava um chá, mas estranhou muito quando ouviu um barulho de uma mulher chorando. “olá?”, ele perguntou e ouviu a própria voz ecoar, pensou até que fosse mais uma peça que a sua mente estava pregando nele quando não obteve uma resposta e o choro baixinho não foi interrompido, mas depois de forçar um pouco a vista, percebeu que era você. sentada em um dos bancos centrais da igreja, acompanhava calada o homem que caminhava até ti, fungando e secando as lágrimas com um lencinho de pano.

enzo!padre que se sentou ao seu lado, por mais que você fosse a única coisa que o desviasse do caminho sagrado, não conseguia te ver nesse estado e não fazer nada. “desculpa, padre… eu achei que você não estaria acordado essas horas e… imaginei que vir aqui e rezar um pouco me faria bem…”, você disse entre soluços, o que fez enzo responder, “tá tudo bem… tem alguma coisa que eu possa fazer para te ajudar?”. você balançou um ‘não’ com a cabeça em resposta, ainda fungando o nariz e com os olhos molhados de lágrimas enquanto encarava o próprio colo. enzo se aproveitou da ausência da parede entre vocês para te observar atentamente: seu cenho franzido, como o peito subia e descia mais rápido que o normal, como você puxava as pelinhas no canto da unha, e mais rápido do que ele pudesse reagir, como tomou as mãos dele nas suas e pediu “ora comigo, padre? por favor…”

enzo!padre que rezou um ave maria contigo, e - por mais que estivesse atento demais na forma que o seu toque praticamente queimava a pele dele - quando você começou a chorar novamente antes mesmo da prece terminar, envolveu o braço ao redor do seu torso e sentiu o coração bater mais rápido quando você encostou seu rosto na curva do ombro dele. “shh… tá tudo bem…”, ele te confortava enquanto a mão grande fazia um carinho gentil no seu braço. “padre… eu preciso confessar…”, você sussurrou, tão baixinho que ele quase não escutou.

enzo!padre que quase desmaiou quando ouviu você dizer “ontem à noite… o meu noivo ficou até tarde em uma reunião, e eu me senti tão sozinha na cama, eu… pensei em alguém… e… me toquei… e eu sei, eu sei que é pecado… mas… foi tão…”. ele permaneceu completamente estático, não sabia o que dizer, principalmente quando você revelou que estava na mesma situação que ele: “eu sei que eu não deveria ter feito isso… e eu sei que a minha vida sexual só deve ser iniciada depois do casamento, mas… foi mais forte que eu… e agora, apesar de me sentir culpada, eu não consigo parar de pensar como foi… bom…”, você dizia em uma voz baixinha, com vergonha do que estava revelando.

enzo!padre que, por mais que soubesse que isso já passaria dos limites que a religião impõe, não segurou o pedido que saiu dos próprios lábios após alguns segundos de silêncio: “me mostra”. e quando você o olhou hesitante, ele segurou sua mão, te permitindo sentir a palma fria e suada, identificando que ele estava tão nervoso quanto você. as mãos entrelaçadas que estavam na altura dos peitos que subiam e desciam rapidamente desceram até o seu joelho exposto, e lentamente subiram até a pele da sua coxa que não estava coberta pelo vestido.

enzo!padre que encostou a testa na tua, e sussurrou “por favor…” depois de perceber que você estava ofegante que nem ele. você desentrelaçou os seus dedos nos dele, e ambos pensaram como esse era o momento perfeito de se levantar e ir embora, seria difícil fingir que nada aconteceu mas não seria pior do que pecar dentro da igreja. mas ambos estavam estáticos, não queriam deixar de sentir o ar que o outro liberava tão perto do próprio rosto, e muito menos deixar de fazer o que o corpo ansiou por tantas noites, então você segurou o pulso do homem e o guiou até a sua calcinha, fazendo com que os dois suspirassem ao sentir a mão grande encostando no tecido encharcado. ele inevitavelmente aplicou uma pressão por cima da calcinha branca, resultando em vocês dois exalando um ar entre os lábios em um formato perfeito de ‘o’ e, logo após, você movendo os dedos dele até o cós da peça íntima, permitindo que os dígitos explorassem as suas dobrinhas, a igreja estava tão quieta que era possível escutar apenas o barulhinho molhado e as respirações ofegantes.

enzo!padre que tomou a liberdade de fazer círculos com os quatro dedos que estavam dentro da calcinha - apenas o polegar estava para fora do tecido - e passavam pelo seu clitóris e perto da sua entradinha que já pulsava. “era assim… isso…”, você afirmava, o dizendo que o que ele fazia era exatamente o que você tinha feito. “enzo…”, ao gemer o nome dele, enzo voltou a realidade: percebeu que o que estava fazendo era completamente errado, mas, porra… o jeito que você gemia o nome dele, o jeito que seus olhos estavam cheinhos de lágrimas e desejo, o jeito que seus lábios estavam entrepartidos e mesmo assim segurava os gemidos, soltando um ar pesado pela boca. ele não conseguia parar, muito menos resistir, selou os lábios no seu. as línguas se esbarravam lentamente, sem nenhuma sincronização pois ambos já estavam perdidos demais no prazer, principalmente quando suas mãos pararam na coxa dele em um impulso, sentia que estavam perto demais de um orgasmo, “enzo… eu…”. “em quem… você pensou?”, ele te interrompeu, ofegante, fazendo você jogar a cabeça para trás ao ouvir a pergunta e apertar a coxa dele, perigosamente perto da virilha.

enzo!padre que quando ouviu você dizer “você… nisso… eu pensei nisso…” ofegante, não conseguiu controlar a resposta que o corpo deu. principalmente ao sentir você apertar a coxa dele mais forte para conter um gemido enquanto gozava, ele não teve outra opção a não ser se juntar a você, que de olhos fechados e com a cabeça para trás escutou um gemido falho e ofegante sair dos lábios do moreno, o qual apenas fechou os olhos que estavam fixados no seu rosto para se entregar completamente ao ápice de prazer que também se encontrava. enquanto você se acalmava do orgasmo, recuperou seus sentidos e conseguiu sentir a mancha melada que tinha se formado no tecido da túnica preta que ele usava. novamente, ambos estavam estáticos, ainda mais agora que o estrago já estava feito. mas dessa vez, antes que você pudesse falar qualquer coisa, enzo se levantou abruptamente e caminhou até seu aposento enquanto dizia “não volte mais aqui”. seus olhos seguiram a figura do homem que fechou a porta com tanta força que o barulho ecoou pela igreja escura e vazia, te deixando sozinha ali no banco, ainda incrédula com o que acabou de acontecer.

enzo!padre que, no dia seguinte, se sentia fora de si durante a missa. principalmente quando percebeu que você não estava ali, apenas seu noivo, o qual disse que a festa ontem à noite foi excelente, que ele deveria ter ido, e disse que sua futura esposa também não compareceu porque estava um pouco febril, mesmo motivo de não ter comparecido hoje de manhã. a resposta de enzo foi cheia de culpa, gaguejou ao dizer que iria orar por ela, algo que acabou passando despercebido pelo homem que não tinha a mínima ideia do que realmente se passou ontem à noite.

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enzo!padre que, essa noite, decidiu ignorar a ansiedade que sentia ao pisar na igreja escura, acendeu uma vela e logo após se ajoelhou em frente a escadinha em frente ao altar, rezando e pedindo perdão por ter desviado do caminho sagrado. enquanto orava, escutou um barulho de passos de saltinho. quanto mais alto o som, mais ele temia de ser quem ele desejava que fosse. quando ele percebeu que o barulho se cessou, hesitou em virar o olhar só acima do ombro, e quando fez isso, se deparou com sua figura parada no corredor entre os bancos, ainda distante dele. “não”, ele disse, ainda com os olhos em ti. “por favor…”, você suplicou, retomando a caminhada até o homem, o qual protestou novamente enquanto se levantava: “não”. “por favor…”, ele ao ouvir a súplica sair dos seus lábios novamente segurou a cruz do terço que tinha em mãos e o apontou para ti, “NÃO!”.

enzo!padre que queria correr de você como o diabo corria da cruz quando percebeu que você não se afastou, pelo contrário: se aproximou mais ainda, o olhando com o cenho franzido enquanto desfazia o laço do sobretudo que usava, finalmente expondo o vestido preto curto que vestia. mas enzo não conseguia se mover, por mais que os músculos do braço que erguiam a cruz falharam ao ver como a luz do luar que entrava pela janela da igreja te iluminava perfeitamente: realçando seu rosto e olhar repletos de desejo e como o vestido delineava as suas curvas. seus dedos subiram até o símbolo que te repreendia, segurou a mão que o terço envolvia e a guiou lentamente até o espaço entre seus seios, fazendo ele sentir como seu coração batia rápido. ele te encarava, a boca já estava seca e os pelos arrepiados só de estar na sua presença, principalmente agora em que os corpos estavam separados por apenas alguns centímetros de distância, mas não ousou em retirar a mão dali. você se aproximou mais do rosto do moreno, que agora tinha o cenho franzido que nem o seu e os lábios entreabertos numa tentativa de puxar mais ar para os pulmões, os narizes se encostaram quando você suplicou pela última vez: “por favor, padre…”.

enzo!padre que não conseguia pensar em nada mais além de você, e, por isso, selou os lábios nos seus de uma forma urgente, agressiva, até. as mãos grandes te puxavam para mais perto e simultaneamente apalpavam sua carne, te fazendo arfar dentro da boca do moreno enquanto as suas subiam até o os fios escuros e puxaram eles levemente. o beijo era desesperado, enzo desceu as palmas até a barra do seu vestido e segurou, puxando o tecido para cima e te deixando despida. ele tinha interrompido o beijo para que o vestido pudesse passar pela sua cabeça com facilidade, e antes que pudesse retomar, percebeu que você usava apenas uma calcinha e que seus seios estavam expostos, com os mamilos eriçados devido a brisa gelada que se chocou contra a pele pelando. os olhos passeavam pelo corpo que ele já tinha sonhado tantas vezes, hipnotizado como a realidade era melhor que qualquer produto do seu subconsciente, principalmente com você respirando ofegante que nem ele. você soltou um gemido falhado e ofegando quando enzo começou a beijar seu pescoço enquanto as mãos grandes passeavam pelas suas costas, e quanto mais os lábios desciam até seu colo, e depois para seus seios, as mãos também desciam até sua bunda e apertavam ela, com uma força que ele não tinha condições de medir agora.

enzo!padre que nem precisou te avisar para pular no colo dele quando te levantou do chão, você envolveu as pernas ao redor do quadril dele enquanto ele subia pelas escadinhas da plataforma que ele tanto profetizou as palavras da bíblia, caminhando até o altar enquanto os lábios não deixavam os seus e as palmas não deixavam de apertar suas coxas e sua bunda. ele te sentou na mesa e interrompeu o beijo para que pudessem respirar, mantendo o nariz encostado no teu. as mãos grandes subiram até seus seios e apertaram a carne macia, te fazendo arfar e chegar os quadris para frente, desesperada por qualquer estímulo. suas mãos desceram até a ereção do homem que voltou a te beijar desesperadamente, apertando levemente o membro e sussurrando contra os lábios dele dizendo “por favor…”, fazendo com que ele gemesse com os dentes cerrados e logo após enfiasse os dígitos dentro da sua calcinha, gemendo ao sentir o quão molhada você estava. ele tomou a liberdade de enfiar um dedo na sua entradinha apertada, a sensação nova com certeza doeria se você não estivesse completamente encharcada, mas mesmo assim você enfiou o rosto na curva do pescoço do moreno e deixou uma mordida ali para abafar um gemido, arrancando um dele.

enzo!padre que desesperadamente precisava estar dentro de ti, então quando você lambeu o pescoço dele até chegar ao lóbulo e gemeu “eu preciso… de você… por favor…”, retirou o dedo de dentro da sua entradinha e começou a levantar a bata que usava até os quadris, na altura suficiente apenas para liberar a ereção que doía, a outra mão se encarregava de retirar sua calcinha e jogá-la em um canto qualquer. as mãos grandes pararam na lateral do seu rosto, segurando firmemente enquanto te beijava de forma bagunçada, as línguas se esbarravam e vibravam quando gemiam um na boca do outro, enquanto a cabecinha suja de pré gozo deslizava livremente na parte interna da sua coxa, já molhada da sua própria excitação. você tomou liberdade de segurar o membro grosso que pulsava e guia-lo até sua buceta, esfregando a glande no buraquinho que queria engolir todo o comprimento logo, fazendo com que uma das mãos grandes de enzo parassem na sua nuca e apertassem ali, enquanto vocês gemiam com a sensação inédita.

enzo!padre que deixou você tomá-lo no seu tempo, o puxando pela bunda para que ele se enfiasse todo dentro de ti. e quando você afastou ele só para o puxar para mais perto de novo, instruindo ele a te fuder, os braços fortes cobertos pelas mangas pretas da vestimenta envolveram seu torso, enquanto a outra mão segurava sua nuca para que você não tirasse seus olhos do dele, que te encaravam os seus com desejo - algo que não se atreveria a fazer mesmo se ele não quisesse. as suas mãos puxavam o cabelo escuro a medida que ele saia e entrava em ti, a dor que sentiu por alguns instantes se transformou completamente em prazer, arrancando gemidos manhosos de você e que ficavam mais altos a cada barulho grave que saia da boca que beijava seu pescoço, seu queixo, sua bochecha e sua boca de forma desordenada. você envolveu suas pernas ao redor do quadril de enzo, os quais faziam movimentos cada vez mais desordenados, ele também fala frases sem conexão entre os gemidos, fazendo você segurar o rosto dele e colar sua testa na dele, novamente fazendo um contato visual enquanto ambos gemiam com cada estocada.

enzo!padre que voltou a te beijar quando sentiu que estava prestes a transbordar dentro de ti, soltando um ar pesado pelo nariz enquanto a língua envolvia a sua e se esvaziava dentro da buceta que pulsava ao redor do membro sensível. os braços de enzo te abraçavam com força enquanto a virilha dele ainda encostava e desencostava na sua, dessa vez mais lentamente, fodendo mais fundo a porra que ele tinha acabado de deixar no seu interior, o beijo também desacelerou para que vocês pudessem se recuperar do quão intenso tudo isso tinha acabado de ser.

enzo!padre que percebeu que, agora, a sua única devoção era você, que o único altar que ele queria louvar todos os dias era seu corpo. então, antes mesmo de sair de dentro de ti, disse ofegante “foge comigo”. seu rosto expressava hesitação, mas a forma que seu coração bateu mais forte ao pensar como seria viver com enzo te confirmou que era isso que você queria. “mas… como a gente vai fazer isso?”. “eu não sei… eu só sei que eu quero ficar com você pra sempre”.

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» wn2: gente infelizmente eu pensei em uma coisa aqui e preciso plantar essa sementinha na mente de vocês: E SE ele ficou completamente biluteteio das ideias e tudo isso só aconteceu na cabeça dele. makes u think fr 🚬 (no caso eu escrevi tudo isso pensando que aconteceu mesmo tá bem mas achei esse pensamento legal e quis compartilhar, MAS E AÍ GOSTARAMMM?!! ficou bem grandinho né mas oh well camila yapper = fork found in kitchen 😛☝🏻

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Lucifer Morningstar x Reader! Ch. 4!

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel!

Content warning: more blood! *Niffty’s manic laugh* i guess maybe some comfort this time (not from Lucifer lol) also more angst but a smidge bits of it, also LONGESTT CHAPTER YET and small implications of Season 1: Ep. 2 of Hazbin Hotel. (not proofread)

Synopsis: after waking up in hell, you try and find help of any kind.

Further note: I LOVED WRITING THIS CHAPTER SMM U HAVE NO IDEA (sorry it took a while) ENJOY READING MORE THAN I ENJOYED WRITING I!!/! - ✨Lolo💫

Chapters!: Chapter 1 ✧ Chapter 2 ✧ Chapter 3 ✧ Chapter 4 (you are here) •<•)b ✧ Chapter 5

this chapters song is:

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“Lucifer, do you want to play with the stars with me?” You ask him, him turning to you and taking your hands into his, him looking at you with loving and caring eyes, you looking deeply into his as well, “I’d love to!” He says, dragging you to the oak tree you had agreed upon to be your hangout spot from now on.

You both rolled into the grass together, told stories at night and used magic to display your dreams of creations, everything was perfect, he was perfect, everything felt perfect.

“I never want to see you again,” He snapped, “And I fucking mean it.” He says as he looked at you with pure hatred in his eyes, oh those eyes, once full of love now full of hatred. Your heart began to beat harder as it ached, ‘this whole mess was your fault wasn’t it?’ you thought as your breath hitched, staring at those eyes he gave you, oh how you never wanted to see them again but here you were. You tried to breathe again but you just couldn’t, those eyes were staring deeply into your soul, you just couldn’t find a way to breathe as you began to hyperventilate, your body felt frozen in terror as you stared back into those careless, dull, hatred fueled eyes, breathe, breathe, breathe!

You sit up quickly, coughing out golden blood before gasping for air desperately, coughing out again before regaining your composure, groaning from the metallic taste in your mouth, you looked down at your hand to see the lavender blue star Emily gave you, seeing that was your only comfort now, it was stained in gold blood as well as you winced in sharp pain behind your back, you look at your back to see a lot of damage was done to your wings, golden blood covered all your feathers as you can see the clear cut Sera did, she attacked your two middle wings as they now seemed split, it made your skin crawl from how horrible they looked, you then looked up to the sky, your stars were barely raining anymore stardust, trying to heal your injured state, they began to fade, if it weren’t for the sentient stars you made during the extermination, you don’t think you would have survived the fall.

You looked at your stars with a tired and weak smile before they could crumble away into dust, thankful that your creations saved your life, you then looked at your surroundings, seeing cities in the distance, followed with screams and cars crashing, you sat for a moment trying to endure the pain that was coursing through your body, you held a wing to ease the pain but all you felt was a wet liquid that now covered your hands, more blood. You needed to find help or something but who in Hell would want to help? Maybe you could try and find a place to stay or hide so you could focus on healing yourself, you didn’t have any attributes to regeneration, so you needed to try and find someone or something to stop the bleedings.

You recovered a bit of mana from resting but it wasn’t enough for you to completely focus on healing since you weren’t very good at it, you decided to try and finally get up but your body was so sore you stumbled a few times before you could manage to even stand, you slouched to your side, limping as you tried to walk out of wherever you even were.

You decided to try and seek help in the city, hoping there might be a blessed heart willing to assist you but just a precaution, you made a little bit of stardust and with Emily’s star she had given you, you made it sentient with the little bit of mana you had left, thankful for her gift and her warm comforting smiles.

The little star chimed to life, floating around you, it was your only sort of defense it wasn’t much but it can for sure pack a punch you wanted it to, you hugged yourself as you limped toward the city, a trail of golden blood dripping behind you as your wings dragged behind you. The lavender blue star floating next to you calmly.

Upon entering the city, you expected monsters and sinners to be in chaos but… no one was here. “Hello?” You called softly, walking into the city, the emptiness making you feel uneasy, the star chimed next to you for comfort, floating around you as it kept watch of your surroundings, “Is anyone here?” You called out again more loudly, “please, can anyone help me?” you begged, not receiving a single answer in the abandoned city.

You held yourself more tightly as you walked, leaving a trail of gold as you looked around, high and low, left and right, you’d hear a sudden noise but it the source or cause would be long gone before you could turn around, I guess it only makes sense seeing as you were an angel and it was extermination day to them, the lonely and uncomfortable silence made you feel like an outcast, something you were used to in a way but it still hurt nonetheless, tears formed from your eyes but you tried to not let them escape from how lonely you felt in your situation and once again, you feel completely helpless as you walked down the empty streets, the silence was completely loud.

You wiped your tears as you passed by stores, broken glass and blood, it really showed a difference between Heaven and Hell, it made you wish you were back in your bed for all eternity, it was better than the pain your were enduring currently. You passed by a store full of televisions, you looked at it- it being the only thing that was making noise in the silent city, you watched the screens as it showed a thin waisted lady in red, her voice loud and clear, “Greetings, my name is Katy Killjoy, here to discuss to you about last weeks extermination, after deep analysis and investigating, we can officially confirm it was canceled thanks to an none other than an Angel itself!” She says before it showed a video of you making it rain stardust in stars in Hell’s skies, dragging every exterminator back into Heaven, your eyes widened as you didn’t expect to be shown to all of Hell.

“And thanks to that, we now have more information about how our deadline is cut in half, down to six months! do you know what that means Tom?” She says as she turned to face him, giving him the chance to finally speak, “yes it-“ “it means we are completely fucked!” she shouts through the screen, your mouth agape from shock, Adam and Sera- despite trying to stop them, they decided to continue this meaningless chaos? the thought of Sera ignoring your words, your voice, it made your blood boil unexplainably, especially on how she tried to kill you behind Heavens back.

You were so frustrated and in so much pain because of her, it made you want to cry and lash out at her angrily but trying to kill her back, the thought of killing her made a smile crawl to your face but you shook that thought out immediately, it was not the answer. If you tried to use violence like she did, you were no different than her and that’s worse than the thought of her death. You snapped out of thought to look at the television again, it was another video of you, of how you fell from the sky, you stared in shock again, they really have their eyes on the skies don’t they? It was you falling practically to your death! but that made you realize, oh- they evacuated the city because you arrived.

That alone, made you realize how lonely you are now, no one was going to help you, familiar feeling eh? history just doesn’t seem to stop repeating itself with you. Your head began to ache as your stomach grumbled, all that stamina you had used was getting to you for sure now but there was nothing you could do, you didn’t have food, shelter or any help, there was nothing here in this place of damnation for you. You were pathetically helpless, at rockbottom, completely.

You wiped the tears that escaped, your lavender blue star pressing against your cheek for comfort, it chimed to you, trying to tell you something, you gave it it’s attention, floating toward the window full of televisions, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, where all sinners are welcomed and redeemed, if you want to escape the extermination and get up into Heaven, please head to the building on the top of the hill in the pride ring.” A White haired woman spoke, with other figures who stood there and a glitched out man who was facing away from the screen which was quite concerning- but that wasn’t important, what was important was that they were willing to help and once again, that small sliver of hope reignited in you as you smiled to yourself weakly, you just had to go find that hotel, if they didn’t accept you then… maybe you could just live in a box? that thought made you shudder, not the box but the fact you would be out of luck.

You tried to find the hotel, quickly limping down the streets as you tried to find that said hotel, “Can you help me find it?” You ask your star as it chimed, swiftly floating up in the air, looking around, it wasn’t long before it went back down to you and started guiding you as followed, gold blood still following behind you, you tried your best to keep it together, try to make it to the hotel, it wasn’t much long as you panted heavily up the hill, once upon making it, you collapsed in exhaustion and pain, you sat at the door for a moment to recollect yourself.

It took awhile but the sentient star waited with you patiently and that was enough for you to get back up on your feet, you took a deep breath before knocking, stepping back from the door, hugging yourself in anticipation, shaking a little from exhaustion.

The door opened and you saw a tall blonde female, she looked down and gasped in surprise, “Welcome!- oh- oh my gosh, are you alright?” she says quickly, cutting her introduction off after seeing your terrible state, “Is… this the Hazbin hotel?” you ask politely and kinda desperately, “Yes, yes this is! do you need uh, do you need to come in for a moment? theres a trail of blood coming from you.” She pointed out with concern, “please.” You say weakly and nervously to the stranger in front of you, feeling completely light headed from the blood loss, you felt like you were going to faint any second.

“Oh goodness, just sit here for me okay? I’ll go get something real quick-“ she stammers before running back inside after making you sit and lean on to the door, you waited as you heard the same voice shout “Vaggie!” and “Emergency!” You rested your eyes as you leaned your head against the door, you began to hear static, and it got only louder the longer you had your eyes shut but as soon you opened your eyes the static disappeared, ‘that was weird’ you thought as the tall lady came back and immediately tended to your wounds with another person behind her, you backed away when the blonde tried to touch you, “Oh don’t worry, i’m just trying to help.” She says as she waited for your permission this time to tend to you, her smile was oddly calming and it let you give in as you slowly turned your back, allowing her to touch your wings, the purple female also assisting her, you winced in pain after some places they touched, a “sorry” escaping one of their mouths as they kept going, you all were silent the whole time before the blonde moved to sit in front of you, leaving the other lady to focus on your wings.

“My name is Charlie.” She smiled at you, reaching her hand out for you to shake, you looked up to her, her red eyes staring back at you, “Y/n.” You say as you took her hand to shake, “Nice to meet you, Y/n! Now if I may ask, why were you so injured?” She asked, you looking away, “Oh uhhh, I fell..?” You say not tell her the full truth, she tilted her head confused, “fell? fell from where?” she said confused, “Uhhmm, fromm.. Heaven?” You laughed coyly, as she gasped, “You’re fallen?” She says quietly, “I guess,” pausing now acknowledging that you were actually fallen now, “yeah, I guess so.” you finished, feeling a little ashamed.

“Vaggie, are you almost done?” Charlie asks as she looks over your side to see that she wrapped your last wing up, a tug was felt and you winced a bit, “Yup, finished.” She says after she tied the last knot, Charlie bend down to help Vaggie up before they both helped you up, “Thank you.. for helping me.” You say with a tired smile, your star bouncing on your head, “Oh who’s this little guy?” Charlie says pointing to the star that chimed, “Oh this one of my creations or like a child of mine, same thing.” You say as you put the star in your hand, “I could only make this one sentient because im so tired.” You say, your eyes obviously showed that to them, black circles and all, “Well we can give you a place to stay in the Hotel!” Charlie smiles as she walks in the building, you following after Vaggie but as soon as you stepped into the building, your exhaustion you endured collapsed all at once, making your face plant into the ground with a ‘plomp’

The stared at you in surprise, “Oh, she was that tired.” Charlie responds, walking up to you, “are you alright?” she asks as you just muffled a reply, “foof.” “Uh, what was that?” Charlie asks, turning you to the side, “food.” you say, falling back into place, “Oh, okay just one sec.” She says before getting up to running off, leaving Vaggie to watch over you, she crossed her arms as she stared at you, “So uhh, who’s dis?” A new voice spoke, “Fallen angel, probably same one from the extermination on the news.” Vaggie replied as someone spat out their drink of something, you didn’t bother to get up to look up who was talking, too tired to care, “the hell you mean the angel from da news?” the voice shouted as you heard something rapidly approaching your body but your tiny star pushed them back, launching whatever was going after you, “That thing just launched Niff across the parlor! why are you allowing angels into this place?” The voice shouts again, “Angel, look at her, she’s defenseless, well, except that thing.” she pointed to your star.

Your star stuck to your back, trying to move you but it ended up just dragging you across the floor as everyone silently stared, “Okay i’m back!” Charlie says with a plate of food, walking to you and giving it to you after your star dropped you to the floor again.

You raised your head, resting your arms as you ate on the floor, not caring who’s watching, she also gave you water and that made you feel all the more better, with something finally in your system you managed to sit up, looking up at your surroundings, seeing everyone stare at you in silence, “uhh, hi.” you say awkwardly, with a small wave, as one of then waved back at you.

“Are you feeling alright now?” Charlie asked as you nodded, “Yeah, I just really need to rest, if you would let me please?” You ask as she gave you a hand to help you up, you thanked her as you tried to pat down your tattered dress, it was completely stained with blood from sinners during the extermination and your own as well, “Maybe let’s get you cleaned up?” Charlie asks as she took your hand to help you up the stairs, Vaggie following, “We can introduce you to everyone else once you’ve recovered.” She offers as she guides you down a hall, taking you to a room that was themed with red and black, “you can rest here,” she says as she walks into the room, you following suit along with your star.

You sat on the bed before falling back into it, your sore body finally feeling that euphoric comfort of a bed for who knows how long, your small lavender blue star rested on your head as you stretched a little, feeling your muscles ache, it hurt so bad it felt so good, “Do you need spare clothing or anything?” Charlie asks, Vaggie standing at the front of the door to the room, “Yes, if you wouldn’t mind.” You say shyly, sitting up again, you weren’t used to such hospitality, “thank you.” You say genuinely, extremely grateful that you found this place in this upside down world, “It’s no problem, you just get some rest alright? Vaggie can you go get something from my dresser?” She says, Vaggie nodding and leaving the room.

“So, can you tell me what happened? about why you’re here perhaps?” She questions, trying to start a conversation in the meantime, waiting for Vaggie to return, “Oh.. that..” you say looking down, away from her gaze, “oh! you don’t have to tell me anything if you want to,” she says, seeing how your expression has changed, “no, its just- it’s kind of a lot? I’ll just cut it short.” You smile at her, waving off her sudden intrusion of a question, “long story short, I asked for for a job and my, err, ‘manager’ gave me one,” you say scratching your cheek, the thought of Sera made you itch, “it was the extermination and I was so shocked on how Heaven was allowing the people to slaughter, so I used up so much of my power to drag every exorcist back to Heaven, leaving a bit of healing, hoping some sinners would recover,” You say as you as you rub your shoulder, still feeling guilty about the lives you witnessed being lost from the angels attack, “I’m really sorry about that by the way,” you apologized on behalf of the angels, “I tried to talk to my leader and it just got.. messy.” you sigh, Vaggie walking back to the room with clothes in hand, Charlie held your hand into her own, making you look up her, her comforting and sympathetic smile made you feel at ease from your riled up stress and tension, “hey, its alright,” she says, trying to soothe your nerves, “i’m just surprised an angel actually went out of their way to stop the extermination, it’s a complete first for anyone in hell to witness,” She smiles again, “i’m really glad you did, it shows that maybe not all angels are as bad as they seem.” she finishes, Vaggie walking up to you both giving, putting the clothes next to you, on the bed.

Charlie stood up, taking Vaggie’s hand into hers, “We’ll leave you alone for now, feel free to join us when you’re ready.” she waves as she leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

You got up from the bed after she left the room, changing out of your tattered dress and robes, the clothes they gave you were kind of big on you, the shirt was maybe too big, it was like a short night gown on you but you weren’t complaining since it was comfortable, the pants didn’t even fit so you tossed them to the side along with your tattered dress, wanting to deal with it later, you jumped into the bed, sighing in relief again, you laid on your stomach as you hugged the the fluffy pillow, the coolness of the sheets making you feel relaxed, best feeling ever.

Your star chimed as it floated off your head again, it was telling you it was going to keep watch as you slept, that was enough for you as you quickly drifted off to sleep, hugging the pillow as comfort.

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“look at that one, it looks like a duck!” Lucifer says under the oak tree, pointing to the clouds that drifted by, “Yeah, it does!” You say in awe, “that’s cause I made it be.” he giggles, showing you his pure golden light in his hands, you admired it as you giggled as well.

He laid in the grass as he continued to stare at the sky, his smile was so pure and full of life, “I’m so glad you came into my life, Luna.” He says before looking at you with adoration in his eyes, you stared back at him with a sparkle in your eyes, sitting up next to him, “everyone in my life thinks i’m a problem and avoids me cause of that,” he vents, looking back up at the blue sky, “and ever since you came along, everything just feels so… right.” he smiles, as you continued to stare at him with doe eyes, “I don’t think I could ask for anyone better, you are the first person to believe in me and my dreams for so long and I don’t think I want to lose you,” he says, sitting up and looking back at you, taking your hands into his own, “ever.”

You smiled at him comfortingly, “I don’t want to lose you either, Lulu.” you say as you look back into his eyes, you both stared into each other’s eyes, the silence between you was calm and comforting, “hey I know!” he says, brightening more from an idea, “lets make a promise,” he says, leaning closer to your face, “let’s promise each other that no matter what happens, we will stay together, we will help each other out in the time of need.” he says, pulling out hand in front of you, his pinky finger out, waiting for you to intertwine your finger with his.

You look down at his hand, back to him, you smiled more, “okay, I pinky promise.” you say as you brought your pinky out to hold into his, you both stared at each other with admiration for one another before he quickly pecked your forehead, leaving a warm kiss, your eyes widening in surprise at the sudden gesture, “I love you, my Luna.” he says, you felt your face heat up as he gave you a closed eyed smile, it became silent for a moment again before you spoke, “what’s a love?” you ask, breaking the silence as he looked at you bewildered, going back to smiling at you gently, “maybe one day, you’ll understand.”

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Your eyes fluttered open, as you groaned from a nights rest, you laid there for a moment before sitting up, groaning from the soreness in your body, you rubbed your eyes as you looked around, beginning to remember where you were. Upon waking up, your lavender blue star chimed as you awoke, happy to see you awake, you put your hands together for your star to rest in your hands, “oh, hey there,” you smiled tiredly, as it floated down into your hand, your used a bit of your mana to make cosmic dust, feeding the little star as it began to glow brightly again, after feeding it, it went to rest on your hair, seeing as your aren’t completely defenseless anymore.

You say in the bed looking around again before turning to your dress, it wasn’t filthy or dirty anymore, it looked clean and new, curious, you shifted out of the bed and went to collect it, they must have cleaned this for you while you were resting, you smiled, thankful for that, seeing as walking around in a shirt and undergarments in public was rather… explicit and embarrassing.

You turned around in the, realizing there was another door in your room, you went to open it curiously, behind the door was a sink and a tub, a personal bathroom, you smiled about that, you can take a bath without any worries now. You went into the bathroom, locking the door, deciding to take the chance to clean the blood and grime that stained your body. You sat on the hem of the tub, your clothes and bandages discarded, you were now scrubbing yourself clean, trying to avoid your wings soaking into the water, after cleaning your body, you focused on your wings, trying your best to not make them sting in pain as much as they already did in the contact with water, you washed them carefully and delicately.

After your relaxing bath, you changed your set of clothes, careful to not hurt your wings that looked like an absolute mess, the feathers were everywhere but you didn’t really bother with them, you’d groom your wings when they were healed up enough, with that thought out of the way, you went to leave the room, walking past a dresser with a mirror, you halted for a moment, stepping back and looking at the glass, your reflection showing, your hair was absolutely frizzled, your eyes were covered with black circles, like you just put black eyeliner around your eyes, you looked like an absolute mess and thing is, you were, emotionally and physically.

You saw a brush on the dresser, you decided to try and brush your hair, trying to look a little more presentable, a small chair sat underneath the dresser, pulling it put to sit down, focusing on your tangles.

You sat the brush down, looking at your now somewhat more clean state, there was nothing to do about the bags under your eyes, so you would just have to let that go, you got up from the chair, pushing it back under the dresser and walking to the door, exiting the room.

You explored the vast empty halls, taking in the details the hotel had, heading down the hall to the lobby, recalling that Charlie said you could join them anytime when you were ready, when you turned the corner, you saw some of the demons gathered in the corner of the lobby, you stood there quietly observing the people who were doing their own things, after scanning around the room, you saw Charlie talking to Vaggie in the parlor, on a sofa, it wasn’t long before Charlie spotted you as well and waved, “Over here, Y/n!” she calls to you, getting up to walk toward you to the stairs, you smiled nervously as everyone’s attention turned to you as you walked down the said stairs.

“How are you feeling?” she asks after you took your last step down, “I’m feeling much better, thank you,” You replied with sincerity, “and thank you for your hospitality.” You say as you bowed a little in respect, “just to make sure,” a male voice spoke as you turned away from Charlie’s to follow the voice, “you ain’t here to kill us right?” a tall feminine male asks, approaching you. You were taken back by his question but it made sense for them to worry, seeing as angels were sent to slaughter the poor souls, “what? no, i’d never-“ you tried to explain, being cut off quickly, “seeing on the news, she was the one who stopped the extermination, I don’t think those are her ideals, Angel.” Vaggie deadpanned to him, defending you.

Charlie laughed awkwardly, “Before we go into details any questions or details, how about a few introductions?” She asks, seeing how the atmosphere quickly turned, she guided you to the parlor, calling everyone to gather around, “Okay, so we have a new uhh,” she pauses trying to think, “guest at the hotel,” She says pointing her hand toward you, you waving shyly, “This is y/n, she arrived here yesterday as we all know and saw but welcome her nonetheless.” she smiles, only you getting stares and glances, “And these are our staff and residents,” she says, showing you the other three that were there, “this is Husk! our bartender,” she pointed to a cat with wings, who only stared at the distance, unfazed, “this is Angel, who is our single resident aside from you,” she says, pointing to the tall male who only scrolled through his phone before smiling and waving at you, “this is Niffty.” she says, pointing to a short woman with one eye who was staring into your soul, she ran up to you quickly, “are you an actual angel? why do you have so many wings? do you casually just wear eyeliner like that?” she says, pointing out your darkened eye bags, intruding your space, you only smiled nervously at her, she was asking to many questions before you could answer them, “and lastly, this is Alastor,” she says as you look at a man covered in red she pointed at, you were surprised about the male since you hadn’t seen him at all until now, he looked at you with an intimidating and intense gaze, smiling at you, making you feel uncomfortable, “he is our facility host.” She says, clasping her hands together with a smile.

Alastor walked up to you with a cane and his hands behind his back before bending down slightly to greet you properly, “it’s a pleasure to meet you, dear.” He says, stretching his hand out for you to shake, his hands had red sharp like claws making you hesitatingly take it with a nervous smile, “pleasure..” you say, shaking his hand lightly, you got more nervous than before when you began to hear radio static coming from him, the same static you heard when you first arrived here.

“With that out of the way, I was wondering- since you’re an angel and all- what do you think about sinners and redemption?” Charlie asked as Alastor backed away, trailing off to do his own thing as Charlie began to speak to you again, “what do you mean?” you asked curiously, requesting she’d go into more detail, “Well as you see, I began this project a few days ago,” she says, sitting next to you, summoning a pile of paper before taking one in her hand to show you hand-made drawings.

“What I want is to save my people and I thought maybe if they were given a second chance they could be redeemed and go to Heaven,” she says as she points to the drawing but your mind trailed off as soon as she said, ‘my people’ “wait- wait-“ you tried to cut her off, “your people?” you asked, “uhh, yeah?” she answered, confused about your reaction, you then stared at her, noticing her facial features, red cheeks, white skin and blonde hair… Your heart began to twinge a little from the thoughts that began to bubble your mind, “What’s your name..?” You ask, hesitatingly, afraid to find your suspicions might be correct. “Charlie… Morningstar.” she answers, putting down the drawing to respond, your eyes widened as you leaned back from her for a moment before leaning toward her, “You’re Lucifer’s daughter?!” you shouted completely shocked and somewhat… hurt? You felt a pain that couldn’t be explained in your stomach.

“Yeah, my parents are Lilith and Lucifer Morningstar,” she states, answering the truth you tried to avoid for so long, you were just lost in thought as she began to ramble about then both, “and that is why they call me the princess of hell- oh, are you alright?” Charlie asks genuinely, seeing the hurt expression on your face, you snapped out of your thoughts as you shook your head, putting up a facade, “huh? yeah- yeah, I was just surprised, sorry.” you tried to exclaim, “I was just not told about any of this is all, y’know? since being in Heaven and all?” you tried to excuse, not really convincing yourself, Alastor gave a side eye to you, interested on how you were baffled from the mention of Charlie and her parents, “Where are,” you trailed off, hesitating to finish your next question, “your parents?” you asked, nervously.

Charlie looked away from you, thinking momentarily before speaking, “My mother has been gone for quite a while,” she says as she looks back at you with a tinge of sadness in her eyes, “she’s only been gone for like.. seven years now? but i believe she’s off on some sort of business trip,” She says as she tried to smile and wave it off like it wasn’t a big deal, “and my father… we don’t talk much.” she says as she hugs her arm, rubbing it slightly and awkwardly at the topic of her parents but to you, knowing that they don’t have much contact, it all just put your nerves at ease, you don’t think you could handle randomly seeing either of those two… ever.

You sighed, regaining composure, “sorry if I intruded on your personal life,” you apologize, looking at Charlie, “I uhm,” you paused, thinking if you should tell her anything about you, “you see, I used to be best friends with Lucifer,” you smiled, “and I am just happy to know that he’s alright.” You say with a half lie, you weren’t happy about him and Lilith, you never were and you never wanted to let him go like you did, like you had to.

Charlie smiled from surprise, “wait, are you Luna?” she asks, the name being said in so long, you felt rather uncomfortable with it, “I don’t really go by that name anymore but yes, I used to be..” You admit, trying to avoid saying the name yourself as it became more of a haunting of the past. She jumped in her seat on the sofa with a radiated smile, “my father told me so many stories about you when I was younger!” she says as she began to shake in happiness, “it’s so nice to meet you! I didn’t even know it was you!” she continues as she shook your hand suddenly, surprising you with her sudden enthusiasm, “he told me how you’re the daughter of the universe, the way you make stars and constellations align,” she began to ramble, “he even told me about the stars you make are always and are more beautiful than any other angel would ever create.” She smiles as she leaned in toward you with admiration.

You sat there with mixed feelings again, Lucifer said all this about you? the compliments she stated out made your heart flutter and you didn’t know why, surely he’d hate you by now after everything you did? the thoughts began to stress your mind and you just didn’t want to deal with them, you look down at the desk and remembered Charlies hotel project, so you decided it was best to change the subject, “I’m glad he seems to see me that way,” you smiled, “but how about you tell me about your project? I think we trailed off.” You stated, pointing to her drawings, she gasped as she picked up her paper drawing again, “that’s right! as I was saying before, I was thinking of maybe we could try and redeem sinners and try to bring them to Heaven! that way we can stop overpopulation in Hell,” she continued as you listened, taking a liking to her idea, “and if we find a solution to the overpopulation,” she says, bringing up another paper for you to see, “we can end all these exterminations and everyone will be smiling and happy!” she finishes as you smiled to her ideals, “So what do you think?” she asks as she puts down the drawing and looked at you eagerly awaiting your answer, “I actually think this is a great idea!” you say as you sit up in your seat eagerly, loving the idea of second chances, Charlie smiled more at your response as she squeed in excitement, having an angel finally agree on her passion project, “I’m so happy you believe in my cause!” she shouted in happiness, Vaggie smiling that someone else agreed who was the same as her.

“I was so upset when I found out extermination was allowed, it’s completely terrible as a whole.” you say as you leaned back into the sofa in distaste for the thought of ‘divine judgment’ amongst Charlie’s people, “So do I! None of them deserved what was given to them.” she says as she frowns, “I agree,” You say empathetically, “If you would let me, I’d like to stay and help with your cause.” You offered, Charlie smiling once again, “Really?” She asked with pure joy, “Yeah! I believe this could work!” You say with full confidence.

This made Alastor raise a brow at you and Charlie as he subtly listened in your whole conversation, he turned away with a ‘hmm’ as he thought to himself, he then shadowed up behind the sofa you and Charlie sat, nudging Vaggie away a little, “So we have a new staff member now?” Alastor smiled, Vaggie rolling her eyes at Alastor and walking around the sofa to sit next to Charlie, you blinked at him in surprised from his sudden join in on the conversation, “Yes we do!” Charlie says as she sat up, to gain everyone’s attention to announce you were now part of the crew, “everyone, everyone, I’d like to announce that we have a new staff member on our team!” She says as she points to you, they weren’t very enthusiastic as you had expected but not really expected them to but it really didn’t bother you since you preferred to avoid attention. Not to mention that Alastor had left the lobby before Charlie even began.

“We can discuss what you can do later,” Charlie says to you, before heading toward the middle of the lobby to pace around, “right now, what we need to do is discuss how we can try and bring sinners in,“ she began as Husk walked off to the green creepy area at the back of the lobby, drinking whatever green glass he held, “extermination is coming in six months instead of a year, it’s no big deal, just a little set back,” she says as a cat appears and follows her before jumping over to the sofa to sit next to you, you stared at it in surprise as it tilted it’s head at you, blinking its one eye and all you could process in your mind is- oh my stars its so cute.

You stared at the cat as it walked further to you, you didn’t want to move to touch it, afraid it might run off, she sat right next to you, you hesitated to pet it but it leaned into your touch and you never felt so much serotonin fill your body all at once, you pet her head gently as the kitty purred and you were squealing on the inside as you continued to pet her. You picked up the black cat, carrying her in your arms as you walked toward Charlie and Vaggie, “don’t you think if the next extermination deadline is sooner than expected, wouldn’t sinners be desperate?” you asked, while petting the cat in your arms, “yeah,” Vaggie thought, “maybe desperate enough to try and do anything to escape the extermination.” Vaggie spoke with a smile appearing on her face making Charlie gasp, getting the idea she was leading on, “this is the perfect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel!” she shouted, raising her arms in the air, you smiling as you thought the same as well, only to frown when the kitty jumped out your arms, feeling the world shatter again inside your soul.

“Cute idea and all,” Angel says, tapping through his phone, “but you really going to go out in all of this?” He asks, showing a video of demons screaming through the city with fire everywhere, “well, it’s not like people are just going to show up on our doorstep-“ she says before being cut off from a loud explosion, making you jolt in surprise, hiding behind Charlie and Vaggie.

Everyone ran outside to see what the ruckus was about, you following last, you weren’t sure what to expect being new in Hell and all but when you saw outside was a massive war machine and Alastor at the top of one of the hotels balcony, talking with the attacker who damaged one of the hotels walls.

Well, needless to say, your ‘first day’ in Hell was going to be quite the ride to your new step in your new fallen life but you couldn’t complain, it was much more freeing than it ever was in Heaven.

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