#mana angst

[canadiannationalfox]

Murder Drones Fanfic - J x Tessa - A New Beginning

ties into my roleplay/ask blog @xxrobotessaxx special thanks to @worldslastredemption too

The distraught former leader disassembly drone had spent sleepless nights and days working on this. She had even somehow had broken into the storage area of the worker drone bunker and looted pieces from when she had been an Eldritch snake-crab monster.

"Anything for her, anything for my beloved" J muttered to herself, sewing the last needed sections of glossy dark-teal nylon to a wig cap she had sewn to the specifications she remembered Tessa using back at the manor.

She studied the seams with her beautiful yellow LED illuminated eyes, making sure it would be perfect. J took the wig off of the broken worker drone head she was using as a mannequin and affixed it to the head of the modified disassembly drone on a make-shift workbench she had in the landing pod.

J looked now to the entirely-electric pseudo-core she had built from scratch and the SD card that she was certain was containing Tessa's soul.

"Please... please may this work," the ponytailed drone pleaded as she put the microchip in before affixing the electronic-core into the drone's chest hatch area. She closed the hatch. The drone's internal compressor waited, as she herself waited, watching curiously, praying inside that it would work.

Alas, silence. The drone didn't even stir.

J held the drone's hand for a second, feeling the tears come on before she forced them away. "Of course it wouldn't work... I'm stupid. I'm so stupid and worthless.. of course she's gone." Her own core, now hurting and depressed, she turned away from her project and went to her logbook to write down about how this was, yet again, another failure.

The drone started booting up silently, her light blue eyes opening. She looked around the room, seeing the ceiling of the landing pod, and then she turned her head to look downward. This drone didn't have the extra eyes like J did, she was built to be more, gentle, and helpful.

The drone caught a glance of her body, seeing a tiny glowing LED heart shape on her chest. She smiled, feeling some happy LED tears appear on her visor, she looked over to where she heard the whir of another drone, someone familiar, someone she had been near from when she was 8 to even after she died. "J-j-Jaaaaaay.... b-iiiiiiird" the voice chip of the drone called out in a tiny Aussie accented voice.

J dropped her JC Jensen branded pen in shock and spun around on her desk chair. "T-Tessa!" the worker drone with tattered silver ponytails cried out in a mixture of sadness and joy before she ran over and held the drone gently. "Tessa! My Tessa... my lovely princess!" J exclaimed, her voice hitching with sobs of being emotional, "Y-you're home! You're alive."

The robotic Tessa did her best, still adjusting to her new body, to hug J back. "I... It's so nice to be back," she too started to cry, gently nuzzling her face against J's tangled hair, "I'm..." she stopped herself before she started to shiver, "C-c-cold!"

J let go of Tessa and helped her sit up. She had a spare work-dress that she had sewn some lace onto the skirt and sleeves of. The disassembly drone gently helped pull the dress over Tessa's new body. "It's ok, it's ok... here, is this alright?" she soothed as she straightened out the dress and untucked Tessa's long nylon hair from the back of the dress.

The blue-eyed drone nodded softly, she looked over her new outfit and remarked joyfully with a smile, "We match, Jaybird, we... we're wearing the same outfit."

J laughed a little, "I mean... I used spare parts from other Js... I wanted your new vessel to be up to JC Jensen standards."

Tessa giggled at J's corporate talk. She couldn't help herself now, as she gently pulled J in for a kiss, kissing her first and favourite drone passionately. As the drone adorned in grey and blue broke the kiss, she whispered lovingly, "Thank you, for bringing me back, it's nice to be back, especially finally as a drone, like you."

J reassured as she took a hold of Tessa's hands in hers, "I promise, no one is going to take this new body away from you. Ever. You're going to be safe, you're going to be loved, and no one will ever lay a hand on you in malice ever again."

Tessa started to feel herself run a bit warm, and the safety protocol was kicking in. The recently revived drone yawned adorably, feeling sleepy. "But I just got up... hmmm, why am I sleepy?"

J knew what to do, she hurried for a bottle of oil. "You're likely overheating, here, let's give you something to drink, alright?" she remarked soothingly, "After all, you're going to have to get used to eating and drinking stuff drones have. There's not exactly strawberries up here in space."

Curiously, the former human, with her beloved drone's help, took a sip from the bottle. She felt her hands clench the bottle as she began sipping more and more oil before taking a pause. "Is it supposed to taste this good? You drones are so lucky!"

"You do realize, you're a drone now too, right, princess?" J teased, using Tessa's favourite childhood petname and accepting the bottle back once Tessa was done drinking oil.

The Aussie accented drone let out an adorable squeak of joy from her voice chip, her eyes looking cheerful as she trilled, "I'm so excited, I can't wait to get to have the life we've always wanted."

"I mean, I'll have to teach you how to walk sometime first, but, right now, let's just relax, alright?" J helped Tessa off of the work bench and onto a blanket she had set up on the ground, since her companion drone lacked a tail to hang from the ceiling. J helped Tessa get comfy in her arms, her tail wrapping around Tessa's legs gently. "This feel alright?"

Tessa nodded and rested her head on J's chest. "I'm so glad... this is much better than only meeting you in your dreams."

J looked to a shelf of the work desk and saw it, Cynessa's bow. She had cleaned it up as best as she could, and now, it was ready to go back to it's rightful owner. "Just hang on, Tessa," the drone affectionately known as Jaybird urged gently, before she affixed the bow to her new companion's hairstyle. "There...." she remarked, before she let Tessa use her visor as a mirror, "Tell me what you think"

Tessa looked at her reflection, she ran her shiny new drone hands over her hair, she reached up then and felt her weathered black velvet bow. The former human girl smiled, feeling more LED tears come on as she trilled joyfully, "I finally... I finally feel like me, like this is mine."

J held Tessa's right hand and lifted it up to her lips. "As long as you're willing to be mine, romantically," she teased lovingly before kissing the back of Tessa's hand on the LED illuminated triangle, "Only if you want to, though."

"Of course I'd love to!" she squealed with delight before she cozied up more to J, "No one can stop us anymore."

J felt the adrenaline wearing off, she pleaded as she used her tail to drape another blanket over the two of them, "Can we sleep for a while, Tessa?"

Tessa nuzzled J's chest, feeling the disassembly drone's warmth, she replied joyfully, "Of course we can. And the best part is, I'll be still here when you wake up."

J yawned and fell asleep, holding Tessa close, she finally could feel at-peace, she finally had what she wanted, and maybe life would be better now

To Be Continued

[falling-star-cygnus]

Billy chronically rocks with ass-kickin women and i love that for him -> he really went from:

the Sons of Calydon [and i see you, Lighter, bbg, i do] to the Cunning Hares and in neither is he in a commanding role -> this man supports women's right's AND women's wrongs!!

if we ever get a reveal of the drifters he had travelled with before the Sons, i really hope they're all women too

BUT IF THEY'RE NOT- [if they're all MEN] -> i invite you to imagine with me:

Drifter, trying to tug Billy off to the side: Hey- hey, Kid. Billy, swatting him off but leaning down to sort of have a private convo: What? *the rest of the hares' not so covertly listen in* Drifter, whispering: We sold you to those Sons of Calydon people, why are you with the Cunning Hares!? Billy, also whispering: They recruited me! Drifter: What!? *bewildered silence* Drifter: ...Damn. Damn, Kid. All the broads want you Billy: Don't- call my coworkers.. broads. Please.

[littlelightfish]

I finnaly did some Holm drawings <3

Holm and Mickbell got separated from the rest of the party because of monsters. Mickbell is terrified because he knows they're the only left alive. If Holm dies, he'll be all alone down here and probably just get killed too. Holm is... badly injured, has little mana left, not enough to heal himself. He's having trouble breathing and everything hurts. Mick is pressing his hat(? against one of his many injures, but it's not doing much. He knows they'll both die here.

Everyone died before him trying to protect him. The monster took all his companions lifes before dying thanks to Marillier. He is so tired and roughed up of this happening (because it does happen a lot, to him to be the the last man standing and everyone dying in protecting him bc he can revive them), but let's it happen. He can't really do anything other than survive to help his friends and it's frustrating.

He's a silly creature. Frozen in place. Having prision flashbacks. He not okie-dokie.

He so silly I love him <3.

[blueblurseptember]

anyway, this photo scares me bc there's nothing hoyoverse hates more than two happy siblings

[shxrry-blossom]

It would have been so cool if they had delved into this in the manhwa. If they did it right, Jennette could have been the first reformed villain in a manhwa (???? The potential 😭

[alistair-blackwood]

i love sincerely love working with dungeon meshi's magic system and the way mana sickness is depicted, like it has the breadth and scope for some truly powerful and wacky fun shit, but you can also easily bring down the hammer when you want to put the characters in difficult situations they can't get out of without a little creativity. i found when writing for baldur's gate 3 that, unless i was in a modified setting, i was hard-pressed thinking up fun ways for characters to solve their problems without just using magic, especially for the small things. i mean, what fun is throwing a character into a river and needing to warm them up when you can just cast prestidigitation?? it's one of the first things a novice can learn and also it's a cantrip, it literally costs nothing!

[caelanglang]

“Good night, Allen.”

[fizhle]

So many opportunities for angst..... and NONE of you guys are taking them.........

[mahoushoujoumonster-x]

“… Tim…”

[noob-slifer]

Link to AO3 here. I haven't written in three years but I'm doing Nano and it works, so here is a little drabble. ;D

Words: 308.

Characters: Allen Walker, Mana Walker.

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Sometimes, Mana thinks he has a hole in his head.

Mana had known a lot of things without knowing them. He could just do things on his own like a second nature, like somewhat all the knowing was just… put in there. Mana knows how to read even the fancy spelling of the words, knows how to cook in a kitchen, and how to sew his own clothes. All Mana knows that he knows is that he is a clown.

A clown that didn’t know how to take care of a child.

And Allen was a feisty one. He was grumpy and loud in his opinions, but also was tender and patient. Red—Allen constantly worries about him, about the food they ate and where they will sleep tonight. Allen was so sweet, it hurts Mana’s heart sometimes.

So, Mana tries his best for Allen, too. He tries to make him laugh (“you’re too young to look that serious, Allen!”) and tries to make him feel safe and cared for. He tells Allen bedtime stories, so they can sleep better at night, so Allen can dream of the world being beautiful, and not just cold and withering in the winter. Mana teaches Allen about the stars that guide the sailors, and the waves of light that shine in the north. The next year, Mana promises, they can go there. They will laugh and play in the snow, and it won’t be as cold as now.

Mana tries his best, truly. But something is off with him. He tries to remember places or faces that are no longer there. He talks about people that don’t exist. He can see shadows in the corner of his eyes, watching him, haunting him like a cursed memory.

Mana can’t explain why. So, he just thinks—

Mana has a hole in his head.

[crimsonandgoldthieves]

A low snarl at the memory. Back then it was pure suffering and chaos, not only was mana upset about what had been happening to Atem, the thief felt torn because too many damned Bakura's judged. Oh he recalled it like it was yesterday! And with that reminder? fresh anger struck him. Respectfully for Atem he tried to put it past him. But no. Just like he didn't like Godling that much... "She just had to say something about back then."

[falling-star-cygnus]

✨📣fanfare music📣✨

Master List Post for The Billy Kid Angst Chronicles >:3 -> hopefully, this will keep me a wee bit more organized with what I have or have not posted. feel free to leave requests on this too, or just feedback about any fic you particularly liked or disliked!!

Computer Virus Dismemberment [Caesar and Lighter's reaction] Matpat Corrupted or Crushed [pt.2] Puppet Taking the Hit Sick Demara's Silly Sister Caesar Hare Headcanons [pt.2, pt.3 pt.4, pt.5] Bunny Ear Billy Shut Down Memory Loss Badass Billy Too Late Unlikely Friends? Reunion! Same soul, Different font

and more to come :D so check back from time to time!!

[kotoku]

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…”

[creads]

⭐️ 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

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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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AAAAUHG.. so many things come to mind so i will start with... i like to imagine he and Fenris are the same height :') (5'11"). This got a bit long but i'm always happy to talk about this guy!!!!!!!!! @trebuchet151

he's got a big garnet signet ring with the Amell family crest carved in it, and that's about the only recognizable thing that denotes his lineage... he has always liked stamping wax seals on letters with it!!! he's a ring guy generally, he likes mixing and matching stones and metal.

his hands are very scarred and rough from reckless casting, and especially casting fire magic without a staff (in a pinch).

He has a heart tattooed on his ring finger for Fenris :') their wedding was very. Andraste as the witness, on the road, impulsive. Vows for themselves, nothing legally binding. Fenris has a plain gold band on a red cord somewhere on his person at all times.

his testosterone is taken via oral tincture, some kind of oil solution he takes drops of daily. like a mild and highly personalized potion recipe! it's the only reason he sometimes needs a home base or shop to set up in, to prepare a big batch. He stores it in little glass vials he collects from trinket shops. Malcolm found the recipe for him after he came out in his tweens.

Bethany is kind of sainted in his mind, when he's exasperated or stunned he might utter an "oh Bethany" (in the tone of "are you seeing this shit") rather than an "oh Maker"

He struggles a lot with empathy, in that he frequently can logically recognize when he should feel for another person's situation, and yet finds himself unmoved. He will deliberately go out of his way to care for others, sometimes more than is needed, to try to make up for what he perceives as a personal flaw. This is how he ended up like a wrung out mouldy rag, emotionally, by the end of DA2.

His spell class is fucking terrifying, he has a lot of mana and not much hp, but is really reckless about his reserves. He combines force magic with fire magic, trapping foes and incinerating them, and sometimes leaving himself winded in the wake of too much magical exertion at once.

he's pretty spry and strong but doesn't have a great constitution. He tires out quickly in fights, hence trying to end them explosively and quickly.

Was briefly stalked by a sloth demon, perhaps around Act 2, and passed a very "get off my doorstep" homebrew harrowing as a result. Burnt it out of his shadow and got some spring back in his step, around roughly the same time he recognized his feelings for Fenris, settled into his role as Hawke within Kirkwall, etc. He Killed Dysphoria, Forever!!!

His love for Merrill makes him very "blood magic is okay", he loves her worldview and wisdom about its use, but his upbringing prevents him from extending that grace to himself. He was forced to use blood magic in his duel against the Arishok in order to survive it!!! Angst. Hates himself quite badly for this. Until Merrill is like "why are you special" and he's like ooohh. I get it

We all kno Hawke goes thru hell but I love reflecting on Orson's arc from early family life to Now/post-DA:I, he found closure among his friends and family and was able to fully remove himself from a public leadership role and is doing much better for it. He's a bit of an anarchist i guess, jack of all trades with a pretty rigid set of personal morals that sometimes forces him to act outside the law. He's very grey market, hard to contact, arrive in the nick of time.

He and Fenris do not ever shut up around each other. Two dudes who talk about fuck all, very intelligently. If you see Fenris in the wild, Orson is probably around, too. They love hunting Venatori and only sometimes get in the way of other spy/subterfuge activities.

he smells like BRITTLE sun-baked wood, with a hint of oily herbal medicine.