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heyitsspiders · 9 months ago

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Lucifer x Transmasc! Reader - Falling for the Fallen Angel - Chapter 2

Just You and Me

Lucifer comes over more often, but this time it's only you two in the hotel.

Lucifer sure kept his word, he was there at least once a week. He always made sure to call Charlie in the morning and arrive later that evening to give you plenty of time to cook. Of course, that wasn’t the only reason, it was to let everyone know he’d be there so it's not a surprise.

He’d come by and see how everything was going and chat with Charlie until dinner was ready. Then you’d seat him and he’d eat with everyone else, always making sure to give you some sort of indication that he enjoyed the food. It was nice to know the King of Hell enjoyed your cooking, and you couldn’t help your heart from fluttering every time he’d give you one of his silent compliments.

Today you were watching some show Angel recommended to you. It was another romance show that used any and every excuse to get the characters to fuck. It wasn’t your cup of tea but you wanted to watch at least a few episodes to see if it got better. Your mind kept wandering back to Lucifer. Sometimes he showed up without his overcoat, showing his pink and white gatsby vest and his white long-sleeved undershirt. He’d roll up the sleeves, showing off his dark forearms. You usually had to not look at him for too long.

Wait.

Were you falling for Lucifer? No, no, you were just happy he liked the food. And that’s only important to you because he rules Hell.

Yeah.

Totally.

Charlie startled you out of your thoughts with a light touch on your shoulder.

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” She apologized with a hint of guilt present on her face.

“You’re good!” You reassure her. “Did you need something?”

“No, I just came to tell you that my dad will be around later. I told him me and Vaggie have a date tonight but he insisted on coming over anyways.”

“I’ll start preparing then!” You got up from the couch, turning off the TV. “Oh, and I hope you and Vaggie have fun.”

Charlie smiled at you, “Okay, I’m going to get ready for tonight, good luck!” And with that she was off to her room.

As you walked you wondered why Lucifer would want to be here if Charlie wasn’t here. Wasn’t that the whole point of his visits? You shrugged it off, maybe he was helping around the hotel or doing something for Charlie. Either way, none of your business.

You entered the kitchen and got to work. Charlie had started to become more laid back with what you were to cook so you got to decide what you’d make for Lucifer. You’d had quite a hard week mentally, the realization of you being dead set in more and more with each passing day your headaches increased as you tried to remember what your life had been. You had a feeling you’d never know. You wanted to give up, no use thinking about now that you’re dead but it just wouldn’t leave your mind.

You sighed and hoped Lucifer wouldn’t mind a simple dinner as you downed some painkillers and got to work.

While you couldn’t remember a lot, you did regain the memory of you making yourself breakfast when you were sad or having a hard time. It was something that calmed you down and you needed that right now. You cracked some eggs, got some bacon and whipped up some dough until you had a pretty good dinner, or well, breakfast. You carefully organized the foods onto separate plates before carrying a few at a time to set on the table. You sighed contently, looking over at your work as you exited the dining room and went down the hall to the lobby.

Where was everyone?

You facepalmed. Everyone was gone. Alastor was out at an overlord meeting, Sir Pentious was out with his egg guys, Charlie and Vaggie were on the aforementioned date, and Angel Dust and Husk went to a bar. You gulped. That meant it’d just be you and-

Suddenly the doors opened and in walked the man of the hour. Lucifer smiled a toothy grin at you, “Hello!”

“Hello, Lucifer!” You replied, trying to give him a smile back but your heart was pounding in your ears.

“I heard it’s just us tonight, how exciting,” Lucifer said smoothly, as if it was nothing. “Here, have this.”

He handed you a.. Rubber duck? It had a little chef hat.

“Take it as a thank you for all the delicious meals.”

“Oh, thank you!” You said as you looked back at him before focusing on the duck once more. You gently squeezed it and it squeaked in response. Adorable.

You turned your focus back on Lucifer, “Come, I’ve made us dinner.” You said as you led the way to the dining room.

He followed, once you reached the door you held it open for him. You waited for him to move to his chair but instead he pulled a seat for you to sit in.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat, come, relax.” He said in a soothing voice.

You didn’t typically eat when everyone else ate, you felt like it was rude. You accepted his invitation and sat down as he pushed in the chair. He sat in his normal spot, which you were now sitting beside.

“Breakfast, huh? I think it’s a little late for that,” He joked before bringing a few pancakes to his plate followed by a few sausages.

“I’m sorry it isn’t as grand as it normally is. I wanted to do something a little easier,” You explained sheepishly. Lacking on the job already.

“Oh? What, didn’t want to put in all the effort for little ol’ me?” He teased before taking a neat bite of his food.

Your stomach felt like it was going to explode. “That’s not it, sir-”

He raised a hand and laughed, “I know, you’re okay. After all, it’s just the two of us. Any more food and it’d be a waste.”

You let out a sigh of relief as you took a few small portions of the dinner you prepared. Your hands were shaky as you took a bite, Lucifer’s gaze sliding over you. You swallowed hard.

“So, how has my daughter’s hotel been treating you?” Lucifer asked as he swallowed another bite.

“Good, the residents are cool and Charlie is so sweet,” You responded before eating more.

“I’d expect nothing less from my daughter,” He smiled.

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the only noise being the clinking of utensils to the plate as you two ate. Lucifer took a napkin and dabbed his mouth with it.

“Another fantastic meal,” He said as he set his napkin down and looked at you.

Your heart could have exploded right then and there. “Thank you, Lucifer.” You mumbled quietly, scared if you talked too loudly your thoughts would run out.

He raised an eyebrow at your behavior before smiling, “Now,” he began as he stood up, pushing in his chair. “Everyone else has decided to leave the hotel, so why don’t we join them?”

You looked up at him.

“Like, go out and… Do something?” You questioned. Was he serious?

“If you’d like!” He offered you his hand. “I’d like to put more of an effort into getting to know Charlie’s friends, and who better to start with than the one who creates the amazing meals.”

Yes, of course. Obviously. He was going to do this with everyone else. Now your heart needed to stop beating a million times a second. You took his hand and stood. Before you knew it he pulled you to him and through a portal. You blinked several times as you looked around. You weren’t in the hotel anymore, where were you?

Oh wait, you knew this place. This was the city! It’d been awhile since you’d been here, the crimson sky laid hauntingly in the sky as always. You looked at Lucifer, amusement in his eyes.

“I don’t go out much, so I don’t really know what people do for fun,” He laughed awkwardly. “However, you can’t go wrong with buying things.”

Shopping? You pat your pockets frantically. “Shit, bring me back to the hotel, I don’t-”

Lucifer held up a hand, “Oh please, money is nothing to me. Don’t worry about it.” He leaned against his apple-topped cane, “Now, what place looks interesting to you?”

You felt guilty but looked around from where you stood. Then, it caught your eye. You pointed to it, a simple toy shop. Lucifer looked over at it before staring at you, yanking at his collar.

“Oh-ho boy, uh, are you sure?”

You nodded, you needed more stuff for your room and you figured it’d have some interesting nick-nacks. Why was this such a weird thing? Was it because you were an adult? He seemed to be avoiding eye contact and you worried that you did something wrong but nonetheless you two made your way across the street.

Lucifer did his best to keep his composure but as you two got closer, his facade was falling. He grabbed your arm as you pushed open the door.

“Look, uh, I’ll stay out here, just tell me how much money you need.”

You blinked at him, “Uhm, okay? I’ll just come back out and tell you when I find something that looks neat.”

He let you go and you went inside.

You then came right back out, your face bright red.

“That is NOT what I wanted.”

Lucifer looked at you puzzled before bursting out laughing. “Oh my golly- You-” He tried to speak as he continued laughing at you. You buried your warm face in your hands, humiliation overwhelming you.

After a while of embarrassment and Lucifer laughing at your mix-up, he finally calmed down.

“Golly, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while,” he said with a chuckle, wiping a stray tear away from his eye. “Now, come, I can lead you to the place you were looking for.”

You awkwardly followed, your eyes never leaving the concrete side-walk. This was hell, of course it’d be a store full of sex toys. You really should have taken the name “Valentino Toys�� and thought about it for more than a second. You were pretty sure Angel had mentioned his boss was Valentino, and considering what Angel Dust did for work you should have put two and two together. Either way, you followed Lucifer down a few streets before bumping into him as he stopped.

“Ah sorry-” You mumbled as you looked over the store in front of you.

“Here, you’ll have much better luck finding what you were looking for,” Lucifer teased as he opened the door for you.

You walked inside and looked around, your eyes widening in awe. It was huge, several shelves stocked to the brim with figurines, stuffed animals, posters and other various small trinkets. It was like a little kid's dream.

After at least an hour of vibrating from shelf to shelf, you finally grabbed a few things, a plush of your favorite animal and a few other things to put on your shelves. As you checked out and watched the total rise you felt intense guilt creep over you. Oh no. Did he think that you were using him? You’d have to make it up to him, you didn’t want to leech off of him. You grabbed your bags and gave Lucifer a good handful of apologies as the two of you walked out. You two continued to walk around the city, the crimson sky darkening and the lights turning on. It was strangely beautiful as the two of you walked. You both stopped at a park, resting on the park benches and falling into a comfortable silence as you watched the strange Hell fish swim in the pond. It was peaceful, which was strange considering you are literally in Hell.

As the sky darkened further, exhaustion crept into your body. This was around the time you went to bed. You yawned, stretching.

Lucifer looked over at you, “Time to leave?”

“Unfortunately,” you said with another yawn. You’d love to continue this hang out but you really needed to sleep. You still had to work.

He stood up and offered a hand, which you took and stood up. Once your feet were on the ground you were being pulled back to the hotel through a golden portal. You rubbed your eyes at the sudden bright lights of the interior.

“This was fun, hopefully we can do this again sometime,” he said with a smile.

You could feel the burning make its way back onto your face. You nodded, “Yeah, it was.”

“Look I’m really sorry-” You started but you were swiftly shut up by Lucifer pulling you into his embrace.

You blinked in surprise before returning the hug, any guilt from earlier melting away in his arms. You didn’t want to let go as the scent of crisp honey apples drifted around you.

“You apologize too much, darling,” he said kindly, his smile soft as he pulled away.

You mourned the loss of his warmth as he walked away, “I’ll be seeing you soon.”

He turned to you once more, that pretty smile aimed for you as he disappeared. You walked back to your room and set down your bags before falling onto your bed, your face growing red as you recounted the day’s events. The faint scent of crisp honey apples stuck to your clothes. You breathed in the smell as you drifted to sleep, thoughts of the King of Hell dancing throughout your mind.

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yandere--stuck · 4 years ago

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How about some yandere Angel Dust headcannons? 👀

Dkjrrifkskr I highkey love Angel Dust, I highkey think he's gonna be the first to be redeemed and you can already see the inklings of the Hotel helping him in the pilot and!! He's such an interesting character, I care him a lot

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💗 Angel Dust hated being clean, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't happy with the digs he got from it. As much of a crapshoot and overly sappy Charlie's little "Happy Hotel" was, it wasn't the worst place in Hell. It had food, drink, a nice room with a comfy bed, and seemingly good company. And speaking of good company - it also had YOU. Angel wasn't quite sure why he had fixated on you, but maybe it was because you were just so fun to tease! It seemed like you actually believed in Charlie's lost cause. You wanted to redeem yourself and help redeem others, to help them ascend to Heaven. A part of him thought that maybe somebody upstairs messed something up and sent you down here, instead. He still remembered how he had offered to take you to bed, just as he had with everyone else in the place - man, the look of shock on your face, ha! It was so cute!... Er, if it wasn't so sad.

🕸 Angel found himself thinking of you more. He tried blaming it on a lack of anything to do, and nowhere to go. Vaggie didn't exactly trust him after his last stunt, so the Spider was under unofficial hotel arrest. There was only so little people to talk to, anyways. Charlie was nice, but far too starry-eyed and sweet even in small doses. Vaggie was… Kind of a bitch. Husk cussed him out anytime Angel even opened his mouth, and Niffty didn't let him get a word in edgewise, either. And Mr. Strawberry Pimp… Well, it was kind of hard to get a read on him, but he, frankly, didn't seem to take too kindly to Angel, anyways. So, that left you - and, Angel would never admit it, he found he really enjoyed your company. It was just so fun to tease you! And… It was fun just listening and talking to you. You were an interesting person, someone who could catch his interest and not only his eyes… Something like that was rare. And when you're talking with him, and you look up at him, eyes shining… Well, he tried to ignore the warm, icky, fuzzy feeling in his chest.

💗 Angel can't even find it in himself to be mad at you. It's not like it was your fault, you were just… You! It was the stupid hotel's fault! Ruining his reputation, making him go clean, making him go soft, and making him feel all remorseful and sappy and shit! It was disgusting! He had to get outta here and have a night on the town! It'd be great, he'd call up Cherri, raid some stores, steal some shit and fuck some assholes up-! He stopped mid-thought, suddenly deflating. He knew how disappointed you'd be in him. Angel could imagine the look of sadness and betrayal on your face in his mind's eye, taking all the wind out of his sails. He resigned him to staying. He wandered around from room to room, pouting and crossing his arms - everyone could easily see how tense he was. It wasn't an act, well… Partially. He also might have been moping around so you'd come and pay attention to him.

🕸 You noticed Angel being… More clingy, both physically and in general. You didn't mind at all that he wanted to hang out with you more - in fact, you were happy to see him come around! You wanted to be his friend and help him make progress towards redemption!... But, he also had gotten much nandsier. Not that that was especially out of the ordinary. It wasn't as though Angel didn't understand personal space, more that he didn't really care if it got a good laugh out of him. But, this was… Different. Lingering touches on your hand, comforting touches on your arms or shoulders, warm embraces, nuzzling up against you. Sometimes, he'd even press himself against you from behind and wrap his arms around you. It was always a surprise every time, considering he never seemed to ask. But, maybe even more surprising, was that none of the touches were made risque in the slightest. He never teased you or joked around during these moments. You were torn. You were happy that he had started trusting you and considered you a friend… But, the Spider had become so suffocating, and got increasingly jealous at everyone else…

💗 Angel Dust couldn't help it, he was… God, he was becoming obsessed with you! He WAS obsessed with you! But… It felt so good. Thinking of you, being near you, holding you. It was perfection. Is this what Heaven felt like? You were his addiction, always needing you, constantly. God, you were so perfect. An angel trapped here in Hell, you must be. A more foolish, past version of him would have tried to taint you, or maybe have brushed you off entirely and never had gotten to bask in your perfection. But, Angel knew better now. You were sweet, so kind, so understanding. You truly thought he was good, that he could be good, that he could be redeemed. You fought so hard for him. So, he tried his best to play nice, if only for you. Well, with the occasional slip-up. He couldn't help it! no one else in this hellhole deserved you! So if Husk or Charlie or Al or ANYONE come close to you, he'd be by your side in an instant - looming over you, all sox arms wrapped around you, growling and baring his fangs at whoever tried taking you from him. If those assholes persist, he'll just have to prove your his - macking on you in front of everyone! And if you squirm or struggle, he'll simply hold you tighter and whisper sweet nothings when he breaks the kiss. Don't worry, baby, he knows you're just shy!

🕸 If you reach redemption before Angel, he'd lose his mind. He loved you. He loved you so much it ached, and you were taken away from him. He needed you. He needed you. HE NEEDED YOU. HE NEEDED YOU!!!!!! He'd throw himself desperately into trying to cleanse himself of sin if it meant he'd get to be with you again. You were waiting for him up there, probably missing him so bad! Because you loved him just as much as he loved you - more than anything. Oh, he couldn't wait to have you in his arms again…! Don't worry, baby, Angel was coming for you soon. And then you'll both never be apart again...

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another-fantasy-world · 4 years ago

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Hiiii! Can you write Alice Cullen x Fem reader in which Alice prepares her a birthday party and they give each other their first kiss? Something like that fluffy and cute. 😻🤧

||AN||: Most definitely! I'm so sorry this is so late. Online Classes are a bitch.

||AN2||: My first request and I'm already fucking it up. Damn.

||AN3||: Thank you Anon for sending in a request! Sorry this was so many days late, I hope you liked it! I really had fun writing this, It’s a nice break from the part 2 of strings!

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Pairing: Alice Cullen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Just Alice being Alice, oh and the start of a cute mortal x vampy relationship

Warnings: ...Fluff, lots of them

Word Count: 1,752 words

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It was around 3 am on a Saturday morning when the local seer Alice Cullen got a vision she was not expecting,At all.

“Why didn’t she tell me?!” Alice shrieked

“Alice?” Jasper stared at Alice in light surprise. He was just reading when Alice suddenly shrieked

“Y/N’s Birthday! It’s today! She didn’t tell me!” Her body shook with excitement and giddiness

And as Jasper stared at his adoptive sister, All he could think about was: “Poor Y/N”

It was your birthday, yes, but you didn’t want anyone to know. Not because the day had some painful or sad memories, but because you were too socially awkward to tell people that it’s your birthday. And besides, you’ve made peace with the fact that most people in your life just forgets your birthday, to the point where you just felt like it was irrelevant and that your birthday did not exist.

But of course, Alice just can’t let that happen, She refused to.

“Y/N! Hey!” Alice’s bell like voice echoed in your eardrums as you walked into Forks High

“Oh, Hi Alice. Uhm...Uh? Rainy Weather we’re having?” You stuttered.

I mean, How could you not? Sure you’ve been friends with the pixie and her family for quite a while now and that definitely didn’t help the way your heart just stops and just takes off, running into Alice’s Hands.

Weather? Really Y/N? Out of all the shit you could have said? You spoke with yourself, forgetting about the resident mind reader.

Edward was about to scold Y/N when he was cut off by the bell, and when they looked toward’s Y/N’s direction, she vanished into the sea of hormonal mortal teenagers

“We’ll find her later.” Jasper reassures Alice

And as Jasper said, They did find you later. Humming to yourself while reading a book in the school library. If they weren’t vampires, they could’ve sworn they couldn’t find you.

You felt eyes on you so you looked up and saw the Cullen siblings there, you smiled and waved them over.

“Hi. Thought you guys were at the Cafeteria?” You ask them, curious as to why they were here

“Were you avoiding us?” Rosalie whispered

Contrary to popular belief, Rosalie was rather fond of you. She never really admitted it but you knew. You just did.

“No, actually, I was just reading a book. I’m not hungry.” you shrugged

“How’d you guys find me anyways?” you asked but then you mentally facepalmed when you realized

“Right. I forgot, I’m sorry.” You sheepishly rubbed your neck

“It’s alright, we were just wondering if you wanna come over later? Esme’s trying this new recipe and she needs you and your sense of taste.” Alice lies.

Well, half-lies, Esme did cook a new recipe, just not for the reason you think.

“Yeah, sure. I’d love to. Who am I riding with?” You ask, packing your things for you last period

“Alice.” They all answered together

“Well that’s not creepy at all.” You teased them before parting ways to go to your last class

Minutes went by fast and soon you found yourself sitting in Alice’s bright yellow car, sweating and nervous. You kept glancing on Alice’s hand that’s resting on the shift lever which caused her to roll her eyes. She grabs your hand, and placed it on the shift lever with her hand on top of yours so she could hold your hand and drive at the same time.

Your eyes widened for a second then you felt your cheeks grow hot.

“U-Uhm”

“We’re here!” She giggles making you look up and lo and behold, the Cullen house.

“Why are all your lights off?” You ask as Alice intertwines your fingers.

You noticed how she was barely containing her excitement since she’s shaking and also fidgets alot.

“We decided to let the sun illuminate our home” She grinned at you

“For a vampire, you suck at lying.” You teased her

“That’s not true! Maybe you just know me better than anyone else.” She winked at you

Was she flirting? She was flirting with you? No, that can’t be right? That’s just how Alice is to everyone. Right?

You were about to ask her about it but your thoughts we’re interrupted when a loud pop echoed throughout the room.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!” Everyone in the Cullen Household, including Bella, screams at your face as Emmett releases the Confetti Popper

Your face held visible confusion, How did they know? You made sure not to think about it since you knew about Edward’s abilities. They smirked at your visible confusion and Alice liked it so much she decided to take a picture.

You just nodded and tried to enjoy your birthday. Well, as much as you can with Alice out of your sight.

“For documentary purposes” She states while grinning and let her adoptive family whisk you away from her.

“If you’re wondering how we know, Alice had a vision of you celebrating you birthday pathetically with only bread and pancakes, so we decided to throw you a party.” Rosalie states as she poured you a glass of grape juice since Esme disliked the thought of you drinking alcohol.

You did admit it to yourself, just a couple months ago, that you indeed have a crush on the pixie-haired vampire. You liked everything about her, her smile, her bell-like voice, her cold comforting embrace, the way she knocks on your door when you miss school, the way she texts you asking if you wanna go shopping with her. Basically, you are completely smitten. And the thought of Alice is enough to make you smile.

But of course, like any other teenager, you decided to just keep your crush in and never think about it again.

“Y/N, It’s gift time~” Alice suddenly appeared by your side, linking her arm to yours before dragging you away, with Rosalie following you two, barely keeping her smile in.

She pushes you to sit on the couch before shoving gifts into your arms

You cast her a concerned look as you squeezed her hand, knowing she’s having one of her visions.

“That one’s from Bella and Edward!” She says pointing at the medium sized gift.

“This one’s from Rosalie and Emme...” She drifts off, a blank look in her eyes.

Jasper was the one who continued introducing the gifts to you as he helped you open them, since one of your hands are still intertwined with Alice’s cold fingers as she continued to stare into space.

“Is she okay? Her visions never stretch on this long.” You ask, noticing that 5 minutes have passed.

“She’s fine. I would say she’s enjoying herself.” Edward husks out, a smug smirk settling on his lips

“It’s not fair! How come you could see what she sees! I wanna be a mind reader too!” Emmett whines just as Edward widens his eyes and furiously shakes his head

“I did not need to see that.” He shivered, planting a kiss on Bella’s forehead before speeding off

“What happened?” You asked to no one in particular

“Maybe he saw something he didn’t want to see. He does that to get out of range.” Carlisle explains while he hands you his and Esme’s gift.

“What did you see anyways?” Emmett asked his sister, who’s now staring at you

“You don’t wanna know...” She grinned at Emmett

“...Now come along Y/N. I have to give you my gift.” She pulls your hand as she leads you outside

“Where are we going?” You ask her

“We’re taking a little walk into the woods.” She softly smiles at you and grips you hand

The two of you walked silently, just enjoying and basking in each other’s presence. It looked like Alice was enjoying herself, letting herself go as small rays of sun hit her diamond like skin. You stared at her, willing yourself to look away, but you just can’t. She looks ethereal, the way her golden eyes shine or the way her skin glows or maybe it’s just the way she’s talking to you. Yeah, she’s talking to you and you were barely listening.

“Y/N? Are you okay? You zoned out there.” She waved her free hand infront of your face.

“You’re beautiful.” You suddenly blurt out. Your eyes widen when your brain finally caught up

“I mean- it’s not like that! Well I do mean it. I mean- You look beautiful like this- I-” You rambled on but stopped when you heard her laugh

“It’s okay, Y/N. Really.” She giggled

“You’re beautiful too.” She smiles before pulling you down to sit beside her under a tree.

You laid your head against hear shoulder, staring at the nest of birds chirping happily.

“I can’t take anymore of this.” She suddenly blurts out, then turns to face you. Her face inches before yours.

“Can I give you your gift?” She whispers

“What?” You whispered back, stunned at how close she is.

She giggles at you flustered state before cradling your burning face in her cold hands.

“May I kiss you?” She finally asks, gold eyes meeting yours

“Yeah.” You nodded, in a daze.

Slowly you both leaned in and you were freaking out inside. Was this really happening? Is your crush really about to kiss you? What did you do to deserve an angel?

But all of your worries were silenced when soft, cold lips touched yours in a gentle, surreal way. Leaving your body buzzing with happiness as your heart clenched. Minutes felt like hours, and soon you had to pull away because sadly, humans need air. You stare at Alice’s golden orbs and admired how the stars seemed to swim inside her eyes, or maybe it was just her looking at you in awe.

I think it’s safe to say that this, was the best birthday gift you could ever have. Even though you had so many amazing gifts like Edward’s Old Classic Book that he wanted you to have, or Rosalie’s Necklace, not even Emmett’s Car Keys. (He restored a car for you) None of them could ever compare to Alice.

The two of you were too busy admiring each other that you don’t notice Emmett handing Edward and Jasper 50 bucks, since he bet on you making the first move and not the other way around, making him whine and pout.

And then suddenly, your birthday seemed really special, to you and your little family. And you just knew, that you’d be this happy for many, many, many years to come.

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halo-jpeg · 4 years ago

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Can we get some Slasher angst please? Like, the slashers accidently kill their SO? I want to cry

Holy s h i t

Yes?? Absolutely?? This is pretty long actually- I hope it does the trick.

Slashers Accidentally Killing their S/O

Michael Myers

Michael was lost. Blind. Infected by the bloodlust that roared so strongly behind his eyes. The Shape has taken over, and he was unstoppable. Anyone who got in his way would be discarded- even you.

He had dealt with you quickly- a rapid slice of the throat, just like that, because he had other prey to hunt. But the moment your eyes erupted with that pure terror, betrayal, heartbreak, the Shape was gone, and Michael was back to realize that the blood on his hands was... yours.

Michael is horrified. Suddenly, the other prey don’t matter as he cradled your dying body in his arms, wondering- panicking to find out how to fix this. Your final words: ‘I’m not angry’. His heart is entirely shattered.

He has nowhere to turn his rage. His prey has escaped. He needs to find more- his rage, his sadness, it’s all being used as feed for the Shape, like steroids powering its strength and demand.

Michael will kill everything and anything he can get his hands on. After all, it’s their fault you’re dead. It’s their fault they triggered the Shape, ran the way they did, survived long enough for you to get caught in the middle of it all.

Only when the Shape is truly 100% satisfied (something that rarely, rarely happens. Michael usually has to sleep or eat before the Shape has had enough.) will he let himself grieve like a normal man who’s lost his S/O, the love of his life.

Michael has never cried like this before. Not when he was bullied in school, not when he broke his arm as a child, and never ever after the night he killed Judith. These were real tears brought on my human emotions, something only you had been able to draw out of him.

He’s nothing without you. A husk of a man. The Shape will take full control, and the man known as Michael will be dead. Maybe he’ll be with you again, but those chances are slim. You were and angel. He was the incarnation of evil. The Shape will thrive with a vessel to control, and Michael will never be alive again.

Jason Voorhees

It had been so easy to get carried away in the heat of the moment. Pamela was screaming, crying for Jason to wrap things up, and the pressure was too much for him to see properly. His victim managed to slip by him, and ran him for quite some time, back to his home.

He had completely forgotten about you. All he was thinking of was finishing this hunt. He hadn’t even seen that it was you- the movement was human, and that was enough for him to slice. A downward strike with his machete, directly into the neck. A clean decapitation, just like with his mother.

And this time, it was, in fact, another loved one losing their head. It was you. No, no, this wasn’t right, was he seeing things? Why were you here? Why is your head the one on the floor?

Jason will stare, his mind silent for the first time in years. All motor functions have failed him. All he knows is the question of ‘what?’. Soon, the silence becomes deafening and Jason wants his mother back. He wants you back. Everything hits him all at once, like a freight train.

He had killed you. You were dead because of him. He had ended your life in cold blood, just like that. You were gone.

His knees would give out, and he would be in the ground at your side as your blood dripped, dripped, dripped onto the wooded flooring. His mother would speak at last. ‘Jason... what did you do..?’

He doesn’t know what he did, yet at the same time he knows all too well. When did he lose himself? When did he swing without looking? The tears press in, and he would have screamed if he could have. He would have sobbed and cursed and gushed about his love for you.

The mask will be discarded, and the last trespasser will run free, but his mother won’t scold him this time. She’s grieving too. Jason is silent. His tears, his sadness, his regret are for him and him alone. No one will know how much Jason, the beast incapable of love, was in love with you.

He’ll force himself to go on. Your head will join his mothers and he’ll wait and wait for the day your voice shows up too. Maybe it will, one day. Or maybe he’ll just go crazy and make it up himself. No one will know except for him. You were gone now.

Danny ‘Jed Olsen’ Johnson

The worlds most terrible coincidence. You had stumbled into the mix, unbeknownst to both you and Danny. He hadn’t expected you. You had startled him.

He had thrown the knife without even thinking, acting in adrenaline and instinct. It hit home, and he finished off his other victim with a twist of their neck- easy. And then, he heard your choked, startled gasp. He knew that gasp.

He didn’t want to turn around, but he had to. He didn’t want to face reality, but he had to. You had stumbled to the ground, hand hovering over the wicked knife buried to the hilt in your chest, a fatal hit. A slow, fatal hit. You tumbled into Danny’s arms.

He was speechless for the first time in his life. His mouth hung open, his eyes frozen on the wound he’d inflicted. This can’t... this can’t be happening. No, no, not his (Y/N), not you, you couldn’t be dead. This was a joke, right? So funny, please god let it be over now.

It wasn’t a joke. The fading light in your eyes, the metallic tang of fresh blood, and the stinging dread told Danny that it wasn’t a joke.

“S-Sweetheart...? Come on, d-darling, it’s- it’s going to be o-okay, right?”

He was not reassuring, he was pleading. Pleading that you’d pull through. The tears would become too much, just as you exhale for the last time. You were gone.

Danny wouldnt care about being too loud. He’d scream, window-shattering and dripping with grief and terror for the thing he had done to you, his love, his (Y/N).

The killings of Ghostface would stop for a long while. He’d attend your funeral- planned by your family- and he’d cry his eyes out from afar, trying to keep a low profile. Your casket being lowered into the grave was the last strike. He had to leave.

He found himself with a bottle of liquor, drinking his nights away as the grief threatened to tear him to shreds. It seemed impossible to find solace in a situation like this, but he couldn’t bring himself to end his own life.

In the end, he did find a way to repress the grief, at least temporarily. He had pictures and pictures of you to go through, to remember. Some days, he even grew... happy, enough to hunt.

But he would never ever be the same again.

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scarlet-bernard · 4 years ago

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Can I request Alastor x reader hc or a fic about his love being redeemed but then after a while they get thrown back in hell for a really stupid reason?

Lmao honestly I was like ‘Oh ho this is gonna be sad’ then the last part had me rolling. Ima go for a fic though. I hope you like it hun! :)

(P.S I made it a really really stupid reason-sorry).

(P.P.S (d/h/c): Demon hair color

(d/s/c): Demon skin color

(h/c): Hair color

(s/c): Skin color

Alastor X Reader-Redemption and Back

You had finally done it. You had made it! You were going to be taken to Heaven and given your wings! Finally! This IS what you wanted, right? You sigh as you snuggle in to your boyfriends chest, thinking things over.

He was humming softly as he ran his claws through your hair gently. He didn’t want to lose you, oh no, you were his darling demon gal! But, you had wanted to be an angel. He couldn’t tell you no to that, and besides, this gave him cause to follow you to Heaven. If he could manage, that is...

You looked at the time. Only an hour left. An hour to get your things to the roof. An hour to cuddle with Alastor. One last time... Until he came to meet you in Heaven, of course! An hour to say your goodbyes to your friends. No, your family. All of your goodbyes... Even to the sweetheart herself, the princess of Hell...

“Al, I can’t do this. I can’t just leave-” you felt the hot tears start, you couldn’t hold them back. You didn’t want to say goodbye to everyone.

Alastor simply shakes his head. “Darling, you must! I cannot let you stay here when this has been such a big deal for you!” His everlasting grin almost dropping. He didn’t want you to leave either. But he was going to be strong enough, for the both of you if he had to be. “Dear, please don’t back out now, I would be sad to see you give up so easily.”

You sigh as he gently wipes the tears away. You knew he wouldn’t be there for a long time, if ever, which felt like someone was ripping your heart out. “But I don’t want to leave everyone...” You say quietly, frowning.

“Smile my dear! You’re not fully dressed without one! And everyone will follow you up! I can’t see why they wouldn’t! I certainly will follow a pretty little doll, such as yourself, to the gates of Heaven!”

You let out a soft giggle and nod. “Okay... I’ll... Give it a test run.” A small dorky smile made its way to your face?

Alastor tilts his head in confusion. “A test run, my dear? “But there have been demons sent to Heaven before! This is no longer a test-”

You giggle and shake your head. “No, what I mean is, if I get too sad or too lonely, I’ll do something stupid and come back!” you joke lightly.

“Ahohohohohoh, my dear, don’t do that! It might take us a while, but we will all eventually be right there beside you!” His grin widens slightly at your cheered up state. Why was he convincing you to go? He didn’t want you to. He sighs and sits up. “Well dear, let us go say your final goodbyes, shall we not? Everyone will be waiting for you!”

You look up at him. He was right! Only half an hour left. You sigh and link arms with him, going to the roof. You smile as you see everyone. You waved shyly. Time to say goodbye! You went through them all, Husk, Baxter, Niffty, Charlie, and Vaggie.

After what felt like only a few minutes, you saw the angels. You turn to Alastor one last time. “You promise me I’ll see you again?”

The tall Radio Demon took and then kissed the top of your hand, smiling at you. “I won’t stop trying until I succeed, my love.” He said softly, only for you to hear.

You smile and squeeze his hand, realizing you may never see him again. Your heart begged you to stay, but he gently handed your hand off to an angels, and with that, you were gone.

Charlie tried to comfort Alastor, but he simply dismissed her, and went to be alone to think about you.

He didn’t cry, no, that would make him look weak, but he couldn’t stop his grin from falling as his brain screamed at him to get you back and his heart thumped dully in pain. He’d never see her again. He was too bad to go to Heaven, but at least you were happy.

You open your eyes and looked around. Your demon form was replaced with your human one. Instead of (d/h/c) or (d/s/c) you had (h/c) and (s/c). You stood there shocked for a moment.

“You may go in at any time.” The angel who escorted you up said, slightly annoyed. Guess attitude didn’t dull when you went to Heaven.

You sigh and walk through the gates, only to be tackled? You let out a shrike. “Who are you?!!” You glare at the angel above you-wait.

“Hiya toots. Miss me?”

“Angel Dust?!”

“Shhh shh, up here I’m Anthony.” He says chuckling.

“You EGGED someones house and got sent back to HELL? After one WEEK?” Vaggie yelled at you and Angel Dust, in a private room. So far only her and Charlie had seen you too.

“Come on sweets,” Angel began, earning a glare from Vaggie. “The guy was a douche. He shoulda come down ‘ere with us, ‘e was just to holy.” Angel said in your guys’ defense. “ ‘Sides Vaggs, I didn’t wanna be up there anyways-” he began.

“Because you missed the drugs, turf wars, and sex?” she asked, snapping at him.

Charlie set a hand on her shoulder and looked between the two of you for answers.

“Well, yes, but I also missed you fuckers, alright?” he shoots his own glare at Vaggie. “Heaven is no fun, especially when everyone is tryin’ to get ya sent back ta Hell anyways.”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah. I’m uh, I’m with Angie on this.” You look down at your hands. “Besides, there are other demons up there proving that Hell DOES have people who can change... We didn’t even think we’d get in that much trouble.”

Vaggie seemed to have softened up to the both of you. But, she was still going to be strict. “Whatever. But if you two plan on staying here for free still, you’re gonna need to earn your keep.”

At the visible confusion you and Angel Dust show, Charlie perks up. “What she means is that you two will need to work here! Keep a decent reputation so the hotel doesn’t fail, but do smaller things to stay here and help!” she grins.

Of course you and Angel agree happily! This hotel was pretty much your home, and so were the people! You both go your separate ways, you to find Al, and Angel to find Husk. Or drugs.

You smile as you see him, deciding sneaking up on him would be the worst best course of action. You wrap your arms around the deer boi and he goes rigid.

He won’t kill anyone he won’t kill anyone he won’t dO IT-

“Alllll, guess what?” you sing song.

His jaw drops, was that really you? “(Y/n)?” he turns around and wraps his arms around you when he sees you, afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

You grin. “Yep!”

“But how did-why are-” he, for once in his life, seems to be speechless. He looks at you confused.

“Angie and I egged a guys house since he was being a dick... And well... We were condemned. Yay?” You weren’t really sure how he was going to react, if you’re being honest.

His grin only seemed to widen though. You had really come back! He picks you up and spins you around. “Well darling, it seems to me that you mean you’ll be in Hell for quite some time then! Lets go take a stroll through Hell and maybe get a bite to eat! Omelets, perhaps? It is breakfast!” He gives you a cheeky grin.

You can’t help but giggle and shake your head. “Of course. Omelets sound great, Al.”

And with that, you were off!

#Alastor x Reader #Alastor x Reader fluff #Alastor x Reader Angst #To Heaven #You Go To Heaven #Then You Get Sent Back To Hell #Saying Goodbye #Angel Dust #Angel Dust Friendship #Hazbin Alastor #Hazbin Hotel #Idk what else to put here #sorry lmao

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kiddoryder · 4 years ago

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Hidden Blind Rage

Wow...It’s been since I wrote a fanfic huh? Well I’m really sorry about that. I mean you have to admit, 2020 was hell with all the crazy stuff that was happening I felt stress and lost my happy and spark on writing.

But thanks to the new year and new Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel clips and episodes coming out, I feel back and better than ever!

So this story is about one of my best friends Lolli-Momo1908 OC Blitz going through a struggle on the day of his and Sophie’s parents’ death.

So relax and enjoy the story!

Blitz, Sophie, their parents and Ryan belong to @loli-momo1908

An alarm was ringing loudly, and Blitz sleepily turned it off. He sat up and yawned and scratched his back. Blitz rubbed his eyes and for some reason, instead of feeling like his regular self, he just felt more...depressed and numb. He turned to his calendar and discovered why: Today was the anniversary of his and Sophie’s parents' death thanks to Ryan O’Grady AKA the Evil Eye Killer. Ever since that day, Blitz had the responsibility to take care of his baby sister Sophie from the danger of their life in Hell.

Blitz felt like he didn’t want to do anything but sleep on this terrible grim day, but he knew he had one job he can never quit on, and that was taking care of his sister. Blitz got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up and change his clothes. After putting on his clothes, he began to brush his teeth and come his hair. When he was done, he looked in the mirror to his hair, but he saw a flashback of fire and Ryan’s evil smile. Blitz shook his hair and saw nothing. He sighed in sadness and heard a knock on the door. Blitz got out the bathroom and saw Sophie.

Blitz - “Oh hey Sophie. What’s up?”

Sophie - *a little sad and nervous* “Hi Blitzy. I saw on my calendar what today is...Are we going to be okay?”

Blitz saw how unsure Sophie was feeling. Hating to make his baby sister sad, Blitz kneeled down to her height and said:

Blitz - “Don't worry Sophie. I know today is a hard and sad day for us but trust me: things will get better.”

Sophie - *smiles* “Thank you big brother. And I know someday Mommy and Daddy will come back to us soon.”

Those words struck Blitz’s heart like a knife. He didn’t have the heart to tell her there’s a chance their parents aren’t coming back. However, he feels like want to keep that hope for Sophie’s sake so she wouldn’t be feeling depressed.

Blitz - *smiles* “Yeah. That’s right. Someday they will come back but soon. Let’s go get some breakfast.”

()()()()()()()()

Downstairs they saw Niffty making some breakfast. Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, and Angel Dust was sitting on the table waiting for breakfast to be done.

Blitz - “Morning everybody.”

Charlie - “Oh good morning Blitz and Sophie! How you guys slept?”

Blitz - *shrugs* “Okay I guess.”

Niffty - “Ooh! Hello guys! Do you want some breakfast? I’m making some pancakes and bacon!”

Sophie - “Ooh yes please!”

Blitz - “To be honest, I’ll just have some coffee.”

Niffty - “Coffee? Are you sure? I mean big growing men like you need their strength from food so you can have big strong muscles.”

Blitz - “It’s fine Niffty. I’m not that hungry anyway.”

Niffty - “Well alright.”

Blitz sat down to Angel looking a bit sad. Angel noticed and said:

Angel - “Are you alright Blitz?”

Blitz - *depressed* “Huh? Oh yeah. I’m fine.”

Angel - “Are ya sure? You don’t seem like your regular self.”

Blitz - “I’m fine Angel. I’m just a little tired. Didn’t sleep well last night.”

Angel - “Oh Blitz. You know you are always welcome to sleep in my bed for some *flirty* fun nights.”

Blitz’s left eye twitch a bit, and then he bopped Angel on the head with his fist.

Blitz - “Don't go horny on me dumbass! Besides, I’m not in the mood for your flirty games.”

Then there was a knock on the door.

Charlie - “I’ll get it.”

Charlie got up from her seat and opened the door. She saw it was her youngest cousin Sonya holding her book bag.

Sonya - “Hey Cousin Charlie!”

Charlie - “Oh hey Sonya!”

Charlie gave her a baby cousin a big hug. Even Liz in her shadow form hugged her as well. Charlie let her cousin inside the hotel and into the kitchen.

Charlie - “Hey guys! Guess who joined us for breakfast.”

Husk - “Oh. You brought the weird little boy over. Great.”

Sonya - *annoyed* “I’m a weird little girl.”

Husk - *shrugged* “Whatever.”

Sophie - “Hi Sonya! Hi Lizzy!”

Sonya - *chuckles* “Liz said “Hi Squirt.”

Sophie giggled and Blitz slightly smiled and shook his head. Sonya sat down and began to eat some breakfast.

Angel - “So kid, what’s bring you here? In this so-called lovely hotel?”

Sonya - “My parents went out of town for a week and said I have to come here.”

Angel - “Can’t you and Liz stay home by yourself? I mean you both are like what? 12?”

Vaggie - *annoyed* “They are 11 Angel. They are still a little too young.”

Angel - *scoff* “Oh please at their age not only I was already staying home by myself, but I already learned how to learn how to use a gun.”

Husk - “At that age, I already knew how to mix drinks.”

Blitz look down and look a bit sad. He remembers how when he was 11 years old, he would spend a lot of time with his parents. He would cook with his mother, his father would read books to him, and his parents would always comfort him whenever he was feeling down. Then Blitz snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Sonya moaning and rolling her in annoyance.

Charlie - “What is it Sonya?”

Sonya - “It’s my parents. They keep asking me questions like if I’m alright and stuff. They should know that I'm okay cause Liz and I are tough, and I’m with you guys. *sighs* they can be such a pain in the butt sometimes. I mean, we are almost teenagers I don’t need them to keep hovering over me and Liz. We aren’t babies.

Blitz - *stand up, points at her and snapped* “Hey! Be lucky you and Liz actually have parents that care and love you alright?!”

Everybody looked shocked at Blitz outburst. They never saw Blitz yelled at a kid like that. Even Sophie looked appalled on how her big brother yelled at her friend. Blitz realized what he had done and then slump back down in his seat.

Blitz - *guilty and embarrassed* “Sonya I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to yell at you. I...Didn’t sleep well last night and I've been feeling a little tense.”

Charlie - *concerned* “Maybe you should go upstairs to rest.”

Blitz - “Yeah...Good idea.”

Blitz got out of his seat and went upstairs to his room. Everybody was still shocked on Blitz behavior.

Husk - “Geez what’s the hell up his ass?”

Sophie - “Blitz is sad. Today is the day we lost our Mommy and Daddy.”

Now everybody at the table looks concerned and sad. They should have known today was going to be a hard day for Blitz and Sophie.

Angel - *concerned* “Oh my poor Blitzy Que. No wonder he’s all upset.”

Vaggie - “Are you alright Sophie?”

Sophie - “Yeah. I mean, I know it’s sad, but I know someday Mommy and Daddy will come back. It’s Blitzy I’m worried about.``

Charlie - “Maybe we should let Blitz rest it off. I’m sure he needs it for a day like this.”

()()()()()()()()

Blitz was laying down on his bed. He was trying to rest. But he couldn’t. All he could think about that awful day Ryan came and lost his parents. He tried to think of something else, but he couldn’t.

“You’re a failure kid.”

Blitz’s ears twitched and his eyes widened. He turned around and saw Ryan in the mirror. Blitz walked up to the mirror and his eyes turned red.

Blitz - “Shut up.”

Ryan - “Let face it. You can’t protect your ass from me anymore.”

Blitz - “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Ryan - “I know deep down you’re just a scared sad little boy. You’re afraid I’ll hunt you and killed you and your baby sister the way I killed your parents. I’m getting ready for that. And when that day comes. You will die.”

Blitz - “No you won’t! I’ll still fight you no matter what!”

Ryan - “That what your father said and look what happened to him. Face it, you’re a failure to parents because you fail to protect them. Just like you’re gonna fail to protect your sister. You’re a disgrace to them.”

Blitz - *angry* “SHUT UP!!”

He punched the mirror so hard that it broke into pieces. Blitz snapped out his thoughts and realize that he was just going through a hallucination. He winces in pain and saw how his hand had some glass shards and was bleeding. Blitz went to the bathroom, got some bandages, and began to take out the glass shards first, the. wrap up his hand. Then he heard on the knock on the door and when Blitz went to open it, it was Angel.

Angel - “You okay?”

Blitz - “I’m fine why?”

Angel - “Well I- *see his bandage hand* What happens to your hand?”

Blitz - *tries to cover it up* “I just had a little accident with my mirror that’s all.”

Angel - *disbelief* “Accident? Really? Tell me the truth.”

Blitz - “It’s none of your business Angel.”

Angel rolled his eyes and said:

Angel - “Look babe, I’m worried about ya. I mean you act so...tense and stuff. Even ya sister worried about you because of what happened.”

Blitz - “Look, it something I can deal with on my own. Can we just drop it okay?”

Just when Angel was about to say something, he heard a ring on his phone. He looked at his phone to see who was texting him. Angel grimace and text back on his phone.

Angel - “Look Blitz, I gotta go to work. Please just let me know what’s wrong. You’re one of few people I can fully talk too.”

Blitz just crossed his, turn his back away, and said.

Blitz - “Whatever Angel…”

Angel sadly sighed and left Blitz’s doorway. Blitz looked a bit ashamed on how he acted toward Angel and felt a weird, strange feeling in his chest. It was a mix of pain, yet something that slowly unlocking inside of him. He decides to ignore that feeling.

Blitz - *to himself* “Come on Blitz, you can get through the day.”

()()()()()()()()()

Blitz went downstairs and was now at the hotel’s lobby. He saw Husk mixing some drinks and sat on one of the stools.

Husk - “What the fuck you want?”

Blitz - *annoyed* “Some orange soda please. Big bottle.”

Husk - “Huh. Rare time I get ask for something non-alcohol related drinks.”

Blitz - “Well you should know that I don’t drink.”

Husk - *shrugged* “Whatever.”

As Husk was getting Blitz his drink, Blitz kept looking down in sadness. He felt guilty that not only he snapped at Sonya but ignored and was rude to Angel. Angel was right: Blitz was one of the few people Angel can talk his true feelings too since Angel only trust a few people. Blitz decided when Angel gets back, he will apologize to him. Then Husk gave him a big glass bottle of soda.

Husk - “Here. Go nuts.”

Blitz - *sarcastic* “Geez you really are a ball of sunshine aren’t ya?”

Husk - “Yeah cause my job in this fucking hellhole involve two things I love: drinking and ignoring the shit out of people.”

Blitz rolled his eyes and began to drink his soda. Husk then said:

Husk - “So...The kid told me is the day ya lost your Ma and Pops.”

Blitz - “Which kid told you that?”

Husk - “Your sister.”

Blitz - “Oh right. You don’t know how hard it is. 4 years since that bastard took our parents away and always trying to come after us and kill us.”

Husk - “Well ya only beat the crap of the guy.”

Blitz - “But that doesn’t help with how he killed my parents.”

Husk - “So ya lost your Ma and Pops. Get the fuck over it! Everybody lose people but it’s no excuse to be a fucking crybaby about it. Get the fuck over it!”

Those words made Blitz furious. Blitz took his glass bottle, broke it in half, and grab Husk by the bow tie pulling him close with one hand, and the bottle with his other hand bringing it close to Husk face.

Blitz - *dark and serious with red eyes* “You wanna say that again?”

“Blitz what are you doing?!!”

Blitz turned around and saw Charlie, Vaggie, Sophie, Niffty and Sonya looked appalled at how Blitz was about to hurt Husk with a broken glass bottle. Blitz’s eyes turned back to normal and let go of Husk and drop the bottle on the floor.

Niffty - “Ooh! A mess! I’ll clean it up because a handsome man like Blitz shouldn’t do such a dangerous clean up. It could leave him getting cut and that ruin his looks!”

Niffty quickly got a broom and dustpan and quickly began to clean up. Charlie went to Husk and said:

Charlie - *concerned* “Are you alright Husk?”

Husk - *dust himself* “Eh. I had it worse than just a broken bottle on my face.”

Vaggie - *mad* “Blitz! What were you thinking?!”

Blitz - *defensive* “Look I’m sorry okay! It won’t happen again.”

Charlie - *Blitz this isn't cool at all. I know today is a sad day for you and Sophie, but you shouldn’t lash out at others!”

Blitz - “I wasn’t lashing out!”

Sonya - *calm but serious* “Then what would you have called it?”

Blitz didn’t have an answer to that and was holding his chest. That feeling was coming back again, but stronger. He was trying to keep it down and even hide but his friends look concerned about him.

Vaggie - “Blitz, maybe you should just talk about how you are feeling.”

Blitz - “Don't worry about me. I’ll be okay.”

Sophie - “Blitzy, don't be sad please.”

Blitz - “I’m not sad Sophie. I’m just feeling...something else.”

Sophie - “But this isn’t good on how you are feeling! Mommy and Daddy wouldn’t like this for you.”

Blitz - “Well Mommy and Daddy aren’t here anymore Sophie.”

Sophie - “I know but if you have huge hopes like me, they will come back someday.”

Blitz - *snapping* "They're not coming back, alright?! So, just shut up about it!

Then, Blitz noticed how the girls looked appalled. Even Husk had a disgusted look on his face. Blitz didn’t understand why, but when he looked down, he saw what always broke his heart: Sophie had tears in his eyes and looked shocked and hurt on how her older brother had just yelled at her.

Blitz - *regretfully* “Sophie...I-I’m so sorry I-I…”

Can’t find any words to excuse his actions, Blitz just ran out the hotel door. He was deeply ashamed on how he took out his anger on his own sister. The last person he would want to hurt. Sophie saw her brother leaving and said:

Sophie - “Big bro! Wait!”

Sophie was about to run after him, but Sonya gently held Sophie’s arm.

Sonya - “Sophie, let Blitz go.”

Vaggie - “Yeah she’s right. I think he needs some time to cool down.”

Sophie - *worried* “But will he come back?”

Charlie - *kneeled down and hug Sophie* “Aw don’t worry sweetie. Blitz will come back; he just needs some time.

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Blitz kept walking in the city not caring about the dangers or yelling of other demons. What was stuck in his head right now is how he yelled at his own baby sister. The last thing he wanted to do Sophie was to hurt her and feeling horribly guilty. Today not only he hurt Sophie, but he hurt his friends too. All they wanted to do is just help Blitz and cheer him up, and he just pushed them away. The feeling in his chest was getting stronger and he kept trying to hide them. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t want to let it out. Blitz kept on walking until he heard a disgusting voice that he hated beside Ryan’s.

“Well, Well, Well. Look what the cat, or should I say bat brought of the bag.”

Blitz turned his head and saw Valentino standing outside his Porn Studio building. Valentino had two women in his arms and was smoking his cigarette and did a mocking smile. Blitz rolled his eyes and said:

Blitz - “What the fuck you want?”

Valentino - “What? I can’t say hello?”

Blitz - “I don’t have time for your shit.”

Valentino - “Oh what’s the matter? Having a bad day? Why don’t you cry to your mama and daddy? Or you don’t have any? Which wouldn’t surprise me at all.”

Valentino began to mockingly laugh at Blitz. Blitz felt rage inside of him. Just when he was about to fly and beat the shit out of Valentino, he heard:

“Bosses stop it!”

They both turned and saw Angel Dust. He looked sad and worried about Blitz. He was about to walk toward Blitz, but then Valentino stood in front of him.

Valentino - “Where you think you are going Angel Cakes?”

Angel - “To comfort Blitzy.”

Valentino - “Oh Angel honey, don’t you remember? You need to play your part in the film “Sex and the City of Sexville.”

Angel - “I-I know Val. But Blitz is more important.”

Angel was going to walk toward Blitz again, but Valentino grabbed Angel’s upper right arm tightly. Angel wince, as Valentino brought him closer to his face look mad.

Valentino - *seriously* “Are you disrespecting me sugar?”

Angel - *glared* “For once, yeah! Because Blitz is more important than your stupid ass fucking movie and your stupid ass fucking face!”

Val raise his hand up high and gave Angel a hard slap to the face and Angel fell on the ground. Just as when Angel was about to get up, Val lift his foot up, and stomp on the right side of Angel’s face very hard. Angel since in pain and Val move his foot a little on Angel’s face and kept moving it like if he was putting out a cigarette.

Valentino - *calm and angry* “You seem to forget Angel: I OWN YOU! YOU are nothing but a toy that I can play with it! Without me, you’re a fucking worthless slut! And maybe you would realize that once I have to punish you again in my room, and make you remember it!!”

Seeing Val hurting Angel Dust in front of him was the last straw. All the anger Blitz felt, the memory of Ryan hurting him, killing his parents, burning down his home, and continue to hunt him and Sophie unleashed. Valentino and Angel then saw Blitz transforming. Blitz’s eyes grew deep red, claws were getting longer, was growing larger, more fur around him, and he was growling. All of a sudden Blitz was now a size of a giant tower and let out a huge roar. He kicked the Porn Studio, and it was into giant piles of rubble. Valentino looked horrified and got his foot of Angel’s face and screamed:

Valentino - *weeping* “My precious porno home! It’s all ruined and gone! *angrily point to giant Blitz* “You're gonna pay for that you motherfucking-“

Blitz lifts up his foot and stomps on Valentino multiple times. Then he let out a huge war and began to walk to the city causing chaos not caring about the screaming demons. Angel got up and not only saw Val in a bloody broken mess but was horrified on how his lover turned into his final demon form.

Angel - “I gotta stop him!”

()()()()()()()()()

At the hotel lobby, Sophie was sadly coloring in her coloring book. Normally she loves to draw and color but was still feeling sad how not only Blitz yelled at her, but then left. She feels like it was her fault for angering her brother and making him leave. Then Sonya came and said:

Sonya - “Hey Sophie it’s okay. Blitz didn’t mean it.”

Sophie - *sad* “But I made him mad…”

Sonya - “People get mad sometimes, but they don’t mean to take it out on the people they love.”

Sophie - “But will Blitzy come back? It's been a long time and I’m worried about him.”

Sonya - “I’m sure he will be back. Come on, let go watch tv with the others.”

Sophie - “Well okay.”

Sonya grabbed Sophie’s hand and they both walk to the couch where Charlie, Vaggie, Husk and Niffty was watching TV. As soon they sat down, the 666 News came on.

Katie - “Good afternoon! I’m Katie Killjoy.”

Tom - “And I’m Tom Trench! Chaos is happening today here in Pentagram City as a giant monster demon is attacking the city.”

Katie - “That’s right Tom! Instead of the usual shitty turf wars, this giant monster is destroying half of the city. Let’s take a look.”

The camera show of Blitz in his final demon form roaring and knocking down buildings. Many demons ran away in fear, some even stupidly try to fight back, but they were no match for Blitz in his final demon form. Blitz let out a huge sonic scream that destroyed some building and hurt some demons.

“My ears! I can’t hear anything!”

“My home!”

“My car!”

“My leg!”

Katie - “Ooh this monster is destroying everything shitty thing it sees huh?”

Tom - “I agree Katie. If this keep ups, then the big guns would have to come to take care of this beast.”

Katie - “Ooh that would make more juicy stories and railings will be high! Ooh! Now I’m getting word that this monster is coming toward another building! Can’t wait to see the sorry motherfucking bitches who next.”

Tom - *scared* “Umm...Katie?”

Katie - “What you tiny sick Jackass?”

Tom - “WE are the sorry motherfucking bitches that monster gonna attack!”

Katie - *scared and confused* “Wait what?!”

Then they screamed as Blitz stepped on them, destroy the news station, and the tv went statistic and had a “PLEASE STAND BY”.

Charlie, Vaggie, Sonya, Sophie, Niffty and even Husk’s eyes were widening, and their jaw was dropped.

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Angel - *running* “Blitz! Blitz! Stop!”

But Blitz didn’t listen. He kept on causing a rampage at the city. Angel saw how some of the demons were running away and stupidly trying to fight back. They were throwing things like rocks, food, drinks, glass bottles, some demons even tried to shoot him with guns. As much as Angel wanted to shoot them for trying to hurt Blitz, he didn’t see any point since those things just bounced off of Blitz like if he was wearing some kind of rubbery armor. However, this just made Blitz angrier and attack more. Not even Sir Pentious’s blimp and his weapons could stop Blitz. Angel was getting scared and concerned about Blitz getting hurt. Then to his horror, he saw Cherri with a bazooka gun about to shoot Blitz.

Cherri - “Say goodnight your giant hairball!”

Just when Cherri was going to shoot, Angel quickly ran and said:

Angel - “NO!”

Angel push Cherri, and she ended up missing and the gun went straight toward a building. Luckily, it missed Blitz, but he was busy causing havoc.

Cherri - *pissed* “Angel! What the hell?! I was gonna shoot that giant monster!”

Angel - “You can’t shoot him!”

Cherri - “Why not?”

Angel - “Cause that’s Blitz!”

Cherri - *shocked* “What?!”

“Angel!”

Angel and Cherri turned around and saw Charlie and the others.

Angel - “Don't hurt him! It’s-“

Vaggie - “We know it’s Blitz! We saw it on the news.”

Sophie - *scared* “Blitz looks so scary! I want him back!”

Charlie - *horrified* “How did he get like this?!”

Angel - *scared* “I-I don’t know! I was at my job, my boss was yelling, and then Blitz turn into that!”

Husk - “That son of a bitch is going to turn the city into dust if we don’t stop him!”

Niffty - “Or worst! They’ll bring out the big guns! I hope we see muscular men!” *get crush by a building piece* I’m okay!”

Cherri - “What the fuck are the big guns anyway?”

Charlie - “A special army that work for my Dad. They would come and destroy monsters that are WAY too strong. They even have angelic weapons!”

All - “WHAT?!”

Sonya - “That's why we have to do something quick! The big guns could really hurt Blitz or worst!”

Sophie - *whimpers* “I don’t want them to hurt my brother!”

Charlie - “Don't worry Sophie we will think of something!”

Cherri - “Well we can’t fight him. He’s too strong!”

Husk - “And I doubt he would listen to any of us.”

Angel - *sad* “Oh...We should have been there more for him! *determined* But we still can! He’s my Blitzy Que and we gotta do whatever it takes to turn him back to the man I love.”

Vaggie - “But we don’t even have a plan!”

The word love rings into Sophie’s ears. She suddenly had an idea. While the others were talking, Sophie began to fly high up in the air. While she didn’t master flying like her brother, she didn’t want it to stop her to help save her brother from rampage. Then Liz said in her shadow form to Sonya:

Liz - *in shadow form* “Uhh dude?”

Sonya - “This isn’t the best time now!”

Liz - “Yes, it is! Cupcake is in the sky!”

Sonya - *confused* “Cupcake in the sky?”

Sonya looked up and saw Sophie flying toward Blitz.

Sonya - *horrified* “HOLY SHIT SOPHIE IS IN THE SKY!!!”

Everybody heard Sonya yelling and they all looked up in the sky. They were all horrified to see Sophie flying toward Blitz who was roaring and destroying a city.

Charlie - *horrified* “SOPHIE! WHAT IN DAD’S NAME ARE YOU DOING?! GET DOWN NOW!!!”

Sophie - “No! I have an idea to save Blitzy!”

Blitz let out a huge roar and continue to destroy buildings. Then he felt something on his chest. He looked down and saw Sophie hugging Blitz tightly on his chest. Despite all the fur, he can see clearly that his baby sister was trying to hug him.

Sophie - “Blitzy! I know you’re in there. I know you are mad what that monster Ryan did to Mommy and Daddy. I know I’m mad too! But acting like this won’t help at all! It makes things worst. You make be scary now, but you’re still the best big brother I know and love. Please come back Blitz.”

Blitz growling went lower and lower, his eyes went from red to normal. The others were seeing this, and Charlie's eyes widened.

Charlie - “Guys! I got an idea!”

Charlie whispered her plan to the others. They all nodded and know exactly what to do. They all ran toward Blitz, jump on things like broken half buildings, cars, and landed on Blitz. Charlie and Sonya landed on his right arm, Niffty and Husk landed on his leg, and Cherri and Vaggie landed on his left arm. They were all giving Blitz a big hug.

Charlie - “Blitz! I know the feelings you are having! Trust me, I feel like that every extermination. You don’t have to hide your deep feelings away! You can always come to me!”

Vaggie - “Yeah! I’m always here if you ever wanted to talk about something that bothers you.”

Sonya - “You have always been there for me! You automatically accepted Liz and I for being a Gemini. We accepted you for how you are! Even in your monster form!”

Cherri - “Hell yeah Blitz! You save mine and Angel asses every time! I don’t mind saving your ass once in a while cause you’re a cool dude!”

Husk - “Listen! You’re one of the few people that I actually like! Even though I enjoy ignoring the fuck out of people, I wouldn’t mind if you talk to me about what problems you have.”

Niffty - “Yeah! Handsome men like you have feelings! We don’t mind your feelings!”

Blitz was seeing how all of his friends, and sister were hugging him and comforting him. He felt tears coming out of his eyes. Blitz was feeling loved but noticed somebody was missing. That when he heard a loud:

“BLITZ!!!”

His eyes looked up, and saw Angel did a really high jump from a tall building. Angel landed on Blitz’s snout and slowly walk up to his eyes and said:

Angel - “Blitz...You don’t have to hide your feelings from us. Especially me. You must have been afraid of showing this side to me but trust me: I’m not scared. If you can let me show my feelings and ugly side to you, I don’t have any problem if you did it to me. I’ll always love and care for you. Just like you always done for me.”

Angel gave Blitz a kiss on his face. Blitz felt tears coming out his eyes and dropping to the ground. He never felt anything like this in a long time. That’s when he began to glow in a big light orb.

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Blitz groaned and began to open his eyes. He saw that all of his friends were staring at him with relief in their eyes. He slowly sat up and saw that they were not only on top of a building, but Blitz was now back to normal. Despite his clothes being a bit ripped up, he was finally back to his normal self. Blitz’s suddenly felt his waist being held tightly and it was Sophie who was hugging him tightly.

Sophie - “Oh big brother! I’m so glad that you’re okay! I thought I lost you forever!”

Blitz - “Sophie…”

Then was in a tight hug thanks to Angel.

Angel - “Oh Blitz! I’m so glad you are okay! I can’t imagine my life without you!”

Blitz began to remember what Angel and the other said to him while they were hugging him in his final demon form. Then Blitz hugged Angel back tightly. In a rare time, Blitz felt tears coming out of his eyes, and he began to cry. He began to cry hard and kept on hugging Angel tightly as he continued to cry. All Angel did was smile and kept on hugging Blitz who was busy letting out his emotions. The others were smiling in relief that not only Blitz was okay, but finally letting his feelings out.

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Blitz was now in his room staring out his window. It was nighttime and he was in his pajamas. He was thinking about what happened to him. He was shocked on how he has a final demon form that was extremely deadly. However, Blitz already knew that everybody in Hell has a demon form that was deadly. Even a sweet person like Charlie has a final demon that was extremely deadly. He did felt relief that he has all his feelings out, but something was still that wasn’t relief yet. Then he heard a knock on the door, and it was Angel in his comfy pajamas.

Angel - “You okay hon?”

Blitz - “To be honest in a way yeah…”

Angels walk up to Blitz and they both stared out the window. For a place like Hell, the night did look really beautiful.

Angel - “Really nice night huh?”

Blitz - *chuckles* “Yeah…Angel...Did you really mean those words you said to me when I was...A beast?”

Angel - “Of course I did. Why?”

Blitz - “It just...I never been in my final demon like that. I was afraid that I could have hurt you and Sophie. I can’t believe that I transformed into my final demon form. I mean I cause havoc in Hell.”

Angel - *comforting* “Aw babe don’t worry about it. I mean some of the building was old and shitty anyway. Some of them are getting rebuilt. Besides, it’s Hell. Nobody gave a shit.”

Blitz - “I know but…It was so horrifying to find out that I have this side of me that could be deadly.”

Angel - “We all have that. It’s Hell. But you didn’t mean to turn into your final demon form.”

Blitz - “I was just so angry. I was angry on how that bastard Ryan took away my parents, always trying to hunt me and Sophie down. How even once kidnapped you and beat you to the point you had to go to the hospital. I’m most angry at myself…I took my anger at you guys and almost push you away…”

Angel - Blitz listen to me *held his hand and cup his face* Even though it’s great that you care about others, sometimes you need to care about yourself as well. If you don’t, you became a big mess.”

Blitz’s eyes grew in surprised. It’s one of the rare time Angel actually made valid point when he wasn’t being an asshole or trying to make excuses of his destructive action. Blitz realize his parents wouldn’t just want him to take care of Sophie, but himself as well. He wouldn’t be any good if he didn’t take care of himself.

Blitz - “You’re right Angel...I been so busy on taking care of Sophie and even you guys when you get sick or hurt, I forgot to even take care of myself. It just feels like it’s been so long...I didn’t want to be burden to anybody. I just wanted to protect you.”

Angel - “And that’s what I love about you. But if you don’t be honest about your feelings out, you could end up in your final demon again but much worst.”

“Blitzy?”

Both Blitz and Angel turned around and saw Sophie in the doorway. She was in her pajamas and holding her stuff animals Fluffy. She said:

Sophie - “Are you feeling better?”

Blitz - *smiles* “Yes Sophie I am. *kneeled down to her height* Listen Sophie, I’m really sorry for what I said to you earlier. I was just really angry and sad on how Ryan took away Mom and Dad.”

Sophie - *smile and sad* “It’s okay, I miss them too.”

Blitz - “But honestly...I have high hopes for them coming back soon.”

Sophie - *eyes sparkled* “You do?”

Blitz - “Yeah. I mean who knows...Maybe Ryan didn’t really kill them, or they escape but hiding somewhere. Maybe they will come back, but just not right now. But I can promise you one thing: I will never keep my feelings bottle up like that ever again.”

Sophie - *raise up her pinky* “Pinky promise?”

Blitz - *smiles* “Pinky promise.”

Blitz and Sophie did a pinky promise and they tightly hug each other.

Angel - “Aw so cute! Well we better get some shut eye. Come on Sophie.”

Sophie - “Okay Angel! Good night Big Brother!”

Blitz - *smiled* “Good night Sophie.”

Angel - “Good night Blitzy Que! *chuckles but was smack on the side of the head* “Ow!”

Blitz - *annoyed* “Don’t push your luck.”

Both Angel and Sophie left Blitz’s room. Blitz went to his bed and took something from his nightstand drawer. It was a family portrait of him, his parents and Sophie. And he was also holding his mother’s necklace. He smiled and tear slid down his eye, even though he believes they are truly gone, another side had hope that they will return someday to him and Sophie.

Blitz - “Good night Mom and Dad. I miss you.”

He put them down on his nightshade and fell asleep. Feeling more at peace with himself knowing that despite losing his parents, he always has his sister and friends to love and care about him. While he was sleeping, his mother’s necklace began to glow.

“You think he will figure out where we are Josephine?”

“Only time will tell Arthur.”

“You know I’ll always be proud of him.”

“So will I.”

Hope you all like it!

#hazbin hotel #fanfic #my first one in a long time #blitz and sophie arent my oc

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CURSED: CHAPTER TEN

"the angels never arrived"

Kai Parker x OC!Mack Grace

Series synopsis: "We're both cursed, in a way."

We all know the story of Kai Parker, but he once lived in a very different life. Do you ever wonder what that life looked like?

Chapter summary: Christmas get a little...deadly

Warnings: violence, death

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VIOLENTLY bright and tacky lights were strung through the halls, spare corners and classrooms decorated with paper snowflakes and plastic Christmas trees and the general spirits of student was lifted at least thirty percent by the approaching break. Mack sighed and closed her locker, turning to face Jo as she filled her in on everything that happened when she was away.

"So who's this mystery guy that keeps coming up then?" Jo urged with a raised brown, poking Mack in the side playfully with her elbow.

"Just that. A mystery." Mack retorted, scoffing and rolling her eyes at the overly invested girl.

"A mystery, huh? Well I do love a good problem to solve." Jo teased. "If I can't know who he is, at least tell me what happened." No suggested. After a long pause to mill it over, Mack finally caved.

"Okay, so - don't freak out, but I may have slept with him." Mack all but whispered. Jo cupped her ear with her hand and said:

"What was that? I couldn't hear you." Mack chewed her bottom lips before repeating.

"I slept with him. Twice." Jo's eyes went wide.

"Twice?!" Mack but her lips and nodded. Suddenly an arm was thrown over her shoulder and Mack turned to see a grinning Kai.

"So what's this?" He asked, mock shock on his face.

"Mack finally found a way to forget Ben." Jo stated.

"Ooooo, so Kenz's finally getting some?" Mack rolled her eyes. "It's about time really, I was getting fed up with her cranking attitude and-" he cut off when Mack hit him in the shoulder and he retracted his arm, shooting her a knowing look.

"It's not like that. It was a spur of the moment kind of thing, I doubt it will happen again." She dismissed, giving Kai a warning look.

"If you say so. Hey, this is me. Catch you guys later!" Jo said as they reached her class.

"Won't happen again, huh?" Kai husked lowly in Mack's ear once Jo was gone.

"Yes. So don't try anything." Kai's mischievous grin worried Mack and before she knew it he had grabbed her hand and pulled her into Janitor's closet and pressed her against the closed door.

"Like this?" He whispered, nibbling softly at her earlobe. She put her hands on his chest and pushed Kai back slightly.

"Yes, like this."

"We have a free period, may as well use it." He shot back with arched brows. He stepped closer to her again. "I know you want to." His minty breath fanned over her face, intoxicating her further. Mack looked away, and before he could get another word in she smashed her lips to his, her arms wrapping around his neck.

Kai was taken back at first but he quickly melted into the kiss, bracing a hand on the door beside Mack and his other settled on her hip after running over her curves.

"This is the last time this happens." Mack mumbled against his lips, gasping as Kai picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist before crashing her back to the door again.

"Okay." He murmured back, knowing full-well it wouldn't be.

...

"So what are you guys doing for Christmas?" Mack wondered aloud as Kai drove her and Jo home.

"Yeah, our family is going to San Francisco to see our cousins." Jo explained. "Well Kai isn't, as usual." she added almost accusingly.

"So you're gonna be on your own for Christmas?" Mack's question was directed at Kai now. he scoffed.

"So?" he seemed completely disinterested. Mack's eyes were wide.

"So?! What are you on about? It's Christmas!" Mack exclaimed, shocked. After a moment of thinking she came up with a solution. "Why don't you join my family for Christmas? It's only my dad, my sister and me but it's normally quite funny and we could always use some extra company." she quickly added, "and you can probably cook better than any of us."

After a moment of no answer Mack spoke again.

"You don't have to, I just didn't think you'd want to be alone. Think about it." She said as Kai pulled up to he house. "Thank you for the lift, bye!" and with that she climbed out Kai's car, slinging her bag over her shoulder and opening her front door.

"Hey dad." she said, dumping her bag on the table and grabbing an apple from the fruit bowel.

"Hey sweetheart." he chimed back, focus still on his notepad in front of him. "have a good day at school? How's Kai?" Mack took a bite of her apple.

"School's..." she trailed off, thinking about the Janator's closet, "fine, I guess. And Kai's good too. Speaking of Kai, can he spend Christmas with us? His family is going away and he'll be alone." Mack put her pleading face on.

"Of course he can, that boy has been a great help to you these past few months and I'd love to finally meet him. Do you want to give him a call?" he suggested, finally looking up from his work.

"I'll call him later. I've got homework to do, so I'll just be up in my room if you need me." Mack said, walking towards the stairs.

"Oh honey," her dad started. she turned back to face him.

"Yeah, dad?"

"Kim's boyfriend is also joining us this year."

"Boyfriend?"

"Yeah, they started going out recently. I think he's younger than her - maybe your age. I am yet to meet him, so she thought Christmas would be the perfect opportunity."

"Okay." Mack walked up the stairs, the cogs of her mind churning, trying to figure out who her sister was dating.

...

"Kai! Finally, I thought you'd never come." Mack greeted cheerfully, smiling widely at Kai would held a few stacked trays covered with tea-towels in his hands.

"And miss seeing you in this little get-up?" He gestured to her red dress and Santa hat, "not a chance in the world, sweetheart." Kai grinned back, placing a quick kiss on her cheek as he walked into the house.

"You must be Kai!" Her Dad said as he saw Kai, Kim taking the plates from him as he mouthed a thank you before returning to her dad.

"Correct. You must be Mr Grace." Kai mentioned, shaking his hand firmly.

"Oh, please call me Ian." Ian waved off, releasing Kai's hand.

"Well, it's good to meet you, Ian. Thank you so much for having me." Kai thanked.

"Oh, it's no big deal. It's nice to have some more company for a change." Ian smiled. Kai turned to Kim.

"Ah, the sister." He said with a tight smile.

"Ah, the boyfriend." She mimicked. Kai had an amused smile at that.

"Not quite, just the best friend for now. I don't think she's quite over-" he was cut off when he heard Mack's horror filled voice whisper.

"Ben." She stood completely frozen, the door wide open and a smirking Ben stood on the other side, a small box tucked under his arm.

"Hey doll, how are you?" He said with a sickeningly cheery smile that made Kai clench his fists. After the moment of awkward silence, Kim walked over, pecking Ben on the lips and taking his hand, leading him into the house.

"So, everyone. Ben is my boyfriend, we started talking a few months ago. And we're really happy." Kim announced, standing hand-in-hand with a grinning Ben. Kai put his hands on Mack's shoulders, looking into her eyes with concern.

"You gonna be okay?" He whispered, thumbs stroking her shoulder soothingly. She swallowed thickly before nodding, still looking straight ahead with a look of emptiness in her eyes. She closed the door, sticky heading towards the sofa and pulling Kai down to sit next to her.

They zoned out the interaction currently happening, Mack's body slumping against Kai until she laid down, her head in his lap. He played with her hair, trying to quell the building anger inside him.

"So, Ben - long time no see?" Ian said with a bright smile and mockingly-sad tone. Ben smiled at the man from where he sat beside Kim, his arm slung over her shoulder.

"Yeah, well, after me and Mack decided to end things, it got lonely for me. Then I bumped into Kim at the diner down the road and we just got to...talking." Ben mused, but Mack could tell by the mischievous glint in his eye they did something, but talking was not it. "And ever since then, we've been practically inseparable." He finished, entwining his hand with Kim's and smiling down at her with warmth, but a dark undertone still lingered in his gaze.

"Well, I hope it isn't awkward between you kids." Ian joked, gesturing from Ben to Mack with his hand, which had a bottle of beer comfortably settled in it. Ben chuckled and Mack forced a smile, but Kai was practically seething, it glare emitting nothing but anger as he shot an icy stare at Ben. Mack noticed this and gently tugged him away.

"We'll go get dinner ready." She said with a small smile as she pulled Kai into the kitchen, slamming the door behind him and looking into his eyes - which remained fixed on the door as his nostrils flared and his face burned crimson. "Hey, hey. Look at me." Mack soothed as she placed her hands on the sides of Kai's face, stroking his cheekbones softly with her thumbs. His gaze broke and he looked down at her, his expression softening at the sight of Mack.

"I'm sorry, Kenz. I just- I can't stand him." Kai seethed and Mack shushed him gently.

"I know, but I need you to stay calm for me." She whispered and he nodded slowly. "Now, how 'bout we get this food ready?" Mack suggested and Kai's anger seemed to melt away at the mention of food, his shoulders relaxing and a wide smile replacing his frown. He leant down, kissing Mack languidly before pulling away and walking over to the oven.

"You do the veg and I'll handle the Turkey?" Kai grinned and Mack smiled warmly.

...

"This is delicious, Kai. Thank you so much for bringing it." Ian commented, mouthful of food as he eagerly wolfed down the plate of Christmas dinner Mack had served him.

"Yeah, I guess you can cook much better than you can throw a punch, huh?" Ben jeered with an amused grin. Mack and Kim grimaced and Kai had to stop himself from dropping his fork. Or stabbing it into Ben's hand, for that matter. Kai looked up at Ben with a fake smile.

"I guess so." He chuckled and Ben followed, the tension melting as they all continued to eat. "But, you know, just for the record." Kai started and Mack put her knife and fork down, burying her face in her hands as Ben raised a brow and Ian looked between the two boys. "I think you're a much better conversationalist than boyfriend." Kai mused.

"And what makes you say that?" Ben prompted.

"Well, from what I can tell you can make it through a whole conversation with out hitting someone, unlike your relationships." Kai snapped and Ian's eyes widened, Ben's jaw ticked and he gripped his fork tightly. "Notting to say to that, sick bastard?" Kai taunted and Ben's jaw clenched and he abruptly stood.

Kai followed soon after. Mack reached out for him, placing a hand on Kai's arm but he shrugged her off. Kim seemed to be frozen and their dad looked completely lost. Ben made the first move, stepping around the table. Kai was soon to copy him but as Ben threw his fist Kai caught it with ease. He smirked at Ben.

"Still wanna tell me I can't throw a punch?" Kai asked with raised brows and Ben's angered face melted into one of fear and he coward away from Kai. "Didn't think so." Kai muttered before twisting Ben's arm round and holding it against his back as Ben cried out in pain. "Now, why don't you leave and stay the fuck away from Kenz, huh? I know how much you like to lay your hands on her.." Kai trailed off and let Ben go, who stumble forward and practically bolted from the house, the door slamming with a bang behind him the reverberated from the walls like thunder.

"Get. Your. Fuck-buddy. Under. Control." Kim spat at Mack before storming off, the sound of the legs of her chair scraping bitterly against the floor was punctuated awkwardly but the slam of the door behind her. A thick tension rose, thick enough that a knife could slice straight through it like it was cutting cheesecake.

"Well.." Ian began but Mack was gone, the last thud of the door causing both Kai and Ian to flinch as the wood smashed against the battered frame.

"I'm sorry-" Kai tried to apologise, turning to face the man but Ian held up a hand, halting Kai's words.

"No. You did the right thing, boy. I can't believe I let that boy in my home - near my daughters!" Ian gritted out and Kai's jaw clenched. "I should have been a better father..." he murmured.

"No." Kai said harshly, making Ian's head snap up to look at him. "You are not at fault. Ben is a vile creature who deserves to rot in hell." Kai spat and Ian nodded. "And if you think you're a bad father, you are strongly mistaken. If you knew how much Kenz appreciates you, you'd-" Kai's little sprang was cut off when a violent buzzing echoed from his pocket. Kai pulled out his pager to see Mack's number and instantly rushed to the phone.

"Kenz? Oh my god, Kenz! You had us worried sick! Where are you? I'll come pick you up-"

"I killed him, Kai. He's - he's dead."

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kinakoscenario · 4 years ago

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Alastor x Demon! Reader ( SCENARIO ) Christmas Miracles.

꒰Alastor ♡ Reader. ꒱ ゝ Hazbin Hotel

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘

New to Hell and struggling to let go of your mortality, you decide to convince your boyfriend to celebrate Christmas in Hell.

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Hey, hey! Merry Christmas to those that celebrate it, I really wanted to do something with Alastor being soft and sappy with a Christmas-loving reader ;; w ;; i hope you enjoy this!

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◍ To most everyone in Hell, Christmas was nothing more than an afterthought. Once you were dead, time was barely something that was monitored at all ━ It’s not like anyone was going anywhere. It was already over, what did you have to look forward to? What was the point? The only countdown that really mattered was the annual purge. Not really a holiday, not really something to celebrate. Hell didn’t have many (if any) holidays.

◍ You were a new arrival down here, just scraping a year now ━ It felt like no time at all since your last Christmas. No one would have thought it would have been the last one you celebrated with your family, alive and well. Not even you.

◍ Each day you felt your humanity slipping further and further away from you. You were no longer a human and that was difficult to face. It wasn’t actually like you even deserved to be here! Wrong place, wrong time some may say. You were sacrificed by a cult. The leader of which… Well, it wasn’t something you liked to think about.

◍ Maybe… Celebrating a human holiday, even in Hell, might make you feel a little less, you know, dead? It was clear to those around you that you were having trouble adapting to your new life and were still desperately clinging to the life you once had. You still wished to celebrate birthdays, you were afraid of the dark / bugs / spiders, and you would find yourself breathing out of habit. You didn’t need to, none of your friends did… they all said it would be a habit you would drop with time.

◍ They all kept preaching to you that with acceptance, it would get easier.

◍ During your time down here, you had become particularly fond of a certain overlord that was sniffing around the hotel. To your surprise (and everyone else’s) it seemed he had become rather fond of you too. It wasn’t an official relationship, he just seemed to tolerate you more than he tolerated the others. With the occasional romantic gesture.

◍ You were the first person that made him feel something he didn’t quite understand — like a squeeze in his chest. Emotional intimacy was not something he was at all used to! But he was trying to get there. Have mercy on anyone who thought they could upset you and get away with it… Alastor had made it apparent that he would show no mercy to anyone who dared upset you.

◍ With these newfound emotions, Alastor also had a hard time letting you down or saying no. So when you had brought up to him that you wanted a Christmas, as much as you had expected him to laugh in your face and flat out give “no” for an answer, he considered it for a few moments. His hand outstretched and took your face between his thumb and forefingers, crimson orbs focusing on your very best puppy look. The fact you felt like you needed to give him that look amused him. At least you didn’t see him as a push over just because he had made life in Hell a little easier for you, and you were still very much putting some effort and thought into the things you requested of him.

◍ “Dear, does our setting not take away from the entire meaning of Christmas?”

◍ He had tried to understand your request. Alastor could only remember one time he had celebrated Christmas, and it wasn’t in Hell. It was as a boy with his mother, sat by the fire on the 25th, the two of them bed-headed and still in pyjamas. A fond memory of his, though he didn’t remember the day well other than those few moments. He couldn’t even remember what laid within the decorative paper once he’d torn it open.

◍ You knew Alastor wasn’t a demon who had ever had much interest in ANY holiday, whether it be celebrated in Hell or not, and even though many referred to him as “a mortal soul”, you found it hard to believe the demon you had grown to love was EVER human. Perhaps wielding a human body… but you doubted he truly understood what it meant to be alive.

◍ After a few whimpers spilled from your lips, your small hands gently clasping against the wrist of the hand that held your chin, you noted that his shoulders bounced in a chuckle — perhaps in a frequency too low for your ears to pick up on.

◍ How could he say no to you, to that face? That adorable little whimper. He let go of your chin and returned his hand to its place atop his microphone. You could practically hear the gears turning in his brain, weighing up the options. Should he let you have this? Would it be something beneficial for you?

◍ That was usually how he decided what demands of yours he would give into, and which ones he wouldn’t. Would it be beneficial for you, would it help you adapt more to THIS life?

◍ “I just want to feel like me. Every day I feel my humanity, the person I used to be, slipping further and further away from my grasp. Like if I reached a little farther I could hold onto it just a little longer. I’m not ready to let go of it all yet, Alastor… This all feels like a horrible nightmare. The only silver lining to his dark cloud has been you…”

◍ You were practically biting back tears as you spoke, explaining why you desperately wanted to celebrate such a holiday. He was quiet once again, perhaps revaluating his first decision.

◍ He hated seeing you upset. He hated seeing you cry. Not that you liked throwing a little pity party to get your own way, he was very susceptible to what we’re real tears and which were crocodile tears because he hadn’t given into you. He said yes. Yes to your very own Christmas in hell.

◍ A flick of his wrist was all it took, a flash of green melting away, leaving behind heaps of perfectly placed faux snow, twinkling Christmas lights and reefs hung on every door. It was like something from a Christmas movie, the very scene before you unlocking some childhood memory you had forgotten you even had — the time you went to the Christmas light gardens at the snowy park with your parent(/s).

◍ You twirled around, the awe clear on your face as you took in the picture perfect sight. “Perfect” was really the only word to describe the scene before you… you felt your grin falter ever so slightly. Of course he noticed.

◍ “ You do not like it. “

◍ You felt yourself wince at the comment, a comment you were sure was supposed to come out a question. But he was right … you didn’t like it. There was nothing comforting or homely, loving, about this.

◍ In a desperate attempt to prove yourself wrong you spun around once again, searching for the smallest piece of misplaced snow, a reef without a candy striped bow, a light that was out of sync with the rest or that didn’t work at all — you couldn’t find a single fault with it.

◍ “ It’s not that I don’t like it!”

◍ “Then what is it?”

◍ “I was just hoping that the Christmas would feel a little more homely, and not as much magic would be involved. The fun part is putting UP the Christmas decorations! Sure they won’t be as perfect as this… but that’s what makes Christmas special. It’s a holiday you build together.”

◍ The smile on his mouth never faltered. Never, ever. Not even when you were rambling about the Christmas you wanted to put together yourself — with him. With the Hotel staff, your friends. The demons you had come to love over the last few months of residing there…

◍ Another flash of green, the hotel walls were bare with nothing but Charlie’s family portraits littering the walls once more. However, the same decorations were crammed into boxes, red, green and white spewing out of the bursting cardboard.

◍ You seemed happier at the sight of the tearing boxes than you did at the Christmas wonderland he had created for you in mere seconds. Some things just couldn’t be reached with magic.

◍ It wasn’t long before the word had gotten around to the rest of the gang that you and Alastor were putting up Christmas decorations — They decided to join you. Charlie seemed the most enthusiastic about it!

◍ In order, they joined Charlie & Vaggie ( together, coming back from business elsewhere ), Angel, Nifty and the last to join was Husk, who had earned himself the nickname of “Hinch” ( Husk / Grinch ). He was not in the Christmas spirit, however Nifty couldn’t reach the top of the portraits to hang tinsel from them! He enjoyed watching her struggle for a few moments, then it got sad. So he decided to step in and help! You think he liked it really.

◍ And what good would Christmas be without Christmas music, Santa hats and funky hair accessories, and ugly sweaters?

◍ Alastor was not a fan of the itchy, red sweater. He also wasn’t a fan of the jingling reindeer horns that were placed on his head and the light - up red nose clipped to the tip of his, courtesy of Angel. But… he tolerated it for an hour or two.

◍ He thought you looked rather adorable in a sparkly Santa hat …

◍ It took hours to decorate the seemingly endless floors of the Happy Hotel, and by the end it was getting worse and worse. Even you were putting less effort into your own plan! It looked nothing, nowhere near, anything like what Alastor had created for you. The faux snow was too sparse in some places and over flowing in others, tinsel was messily draped and thrown everywhere and on every string of lights you could spot at least one that didn’t work. It was perfect!

◍ Having left with Angel about an hour before you guys finished up the last few floors remaining, Nifty had baked Gingerbread demons. They were like gingerbread men, only some of these had limbs missing, extra appendages, and funny faces drawn on with icing. Angel was having fun drawing boobs on them.

◍ You decided to watch horror movies in place of Christmas movies, since finding Christmas movies for rental in Hell was like looking for a needle in a Haystack. Hot cocoa, gingerbread demons, you were content on the lap of your love, one arm lazily holding your waist.

◍ None of you had gotten each other gifts, due to none of it being expected or plans, so instead you shared the happy memories you had! Happy memories in Hell were few and far between, but you were glad everyone could think of at least one to share. Even Husk joined in with this one!

◍ The night drew in, it got later and one by one the Hotel Staff retreated to their own rooms. It was just you and Alastor now… still perched on his lap, the cold dregs of once-hot cocoa remaining in your cup, you nestled your back into him. His arm tightened around your middle protectively, a purr sounding against your right ear. It always made you shudder.

◍ “Thank you for making today special, Alastor.”

◍ You turned on his thighs to face him, smiling pink-cheeked up at him. He pressed a claw to your lips, his other arm leaving your waist momentarily. A flick of his wrist, a small flash of green — he was holding a piece of mistletoe.

◍ You swore you felt your heart leap in your chest, whether that was even possible or not, you felt something. You felt a twinge of excitement and anxiety. You knew what he was after, and you had been hoping for this for a while too.

◍ “May I?”

◍ His voice was much softer, a hand cupping the side of your face gently. Lips parted and ready for him, you gave a single nod before his mouth was pressed to yours. The kiss was slightly clumsy, yet it was passionate and needy. One hand on your face, the other half-heartedly holding up the piece of mistletoe as he melted against your mouth with a purr of pleasure.

◍ That was the first time he had kissed you, and for someone who didn’t know what he was doing too much, you had loved every second.

◍ “Merry Christmas, my sweet.”

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eatsoaps · 4 years ago

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Husk Sickfic

Paring (Husk x Angel)

Stomach flu/hangover

WARNING FOR VOMIT/PTSD MENTIONS

Sitting alone in the dim lighting of the bar served as small lonely comfort to the reluctant bartender in attendance. The day was slow with him mindlessly shuffling his cards around and nursing several bottles of alcohol while Charlie blabbed about her dreams and how to achieve them with the hotel. Now, everyone had gone to their rooms for the night except him. Zoning in and out with mindless drinking had him only a little tipsy. By two in the morning he had registered that he should probably go to bed as well….. Or just sleep on the bar. Nah, maybe not this time. Whenever he did that he was rudely awoken by Al or someone else with a scolding. He decided that he’d go to his room.

“Fuck!” he hissed when he finally moved. His body cracked every which way from the sudden movement, but that wasn’t the concerning part; he was hurting in his gut. It really hurt and was very sudden. He held his alcohol well and it was now he noted that the pounding headaches usually came after drinking. Trying to shake it off, he went upstairs to his room.

He didn’t care what room he had so long as he could drink; however the sudden twisting in his upper abdomen prevented him from wanting to dive into that random whiskey bottle. Again, trying to shake whatever the feeling was, he crawled into bed and did his best to sleep it off. It normally didn’t take long to get comfortable, hell he never even paid attention to comfort! Tossing and turning was what he was left with tonight, and boy did it puzzle him. Lying on either side gave him an annoying pressure that he couldn’t quite place, on his back only made him feel nauseous while face down just wasn’t comfortable in general and he couldn’t breathe well. Finally, he grew pissed and swung his legs over the bed holding his head in his hands.

“Fuck is wrong in there?” he asked himself. Softly placing a paw over his stomach he ran his claws through the fur on his head. Sitting upright made his guts flip and he let out a pathetic groan. Why was it hurting? He didn’t think he had eaten anything out of the ordinary, he didn’t remember what he ate in all honesty. He just wasn’t hungry. He took a few deep breaths and swallowed a little before lying back down on the bed. Like it did any fucking good. Another 30 minutes of rustling around in his bed he shot up like a bullet and eyed the broken trash can in the corner of the room. He looked away, remembering what a former soldier told him when he went overseas during his human life.

‘If you think about it, it will happen.’

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it. Fuck it.

He got up and moved to one of the public restrooms down the hall; in not caring about his room, he failed to recognize that Alastor gave him the one without a bathroom. Each step had him sweating and at one point he even needed to stop and take a pause for the sake of not ruining the rug and waking everyone up. He heard a door creak open.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

He immediately straightened himself out and tried to look normal. Footsteps sounded, trying to be as soft as possible. Were those….pink slipper boots? They were, and who better to own them than Angel Dust. Now he really needed to act normal!

“Oh, hey Kitten! What you doing here?” Angel softly purred as he caught eye.

“Minding my own business bitch, take a lesson.”

“Nah that don’t pay well. Wassup? You look like a shit had a shit.”

He rolled his eyes, “Thanks.”Angel cocked his head and stared at Husk, he looked green in the white of his fur and the grey was duller. Was that sweat? “What are you doing up anyway?”

“Well I got the day off tomorrow and I planned on stocking up on some junk food Veggie keeps hidden.”

“Isn’t it Vaggie?”

“Same thing.”

“Whatever just go away.”

Angel huffed, “You’re clearly sick though.”

“No I’m fucking not, just mind your own fucking business for once instead of barging in and ruining everyone!” his stomach clenched which left Husk fighting every muscle in his body from grabbing it and doubling over.

For a brief moment, Angel dropped, but picked right back up. “Come on. Let me help ya. It’s a sad sight right here, kinda funny too.”

“Can’t you take no for an answer? I thought whores understood rejection?”

Okay, that stung a little. “Did you drink perfume or some shit?

“Why don’t-” Husk took a pause, his stomach was churning. It hurt and he felt the acid creep up his throat. He could swallow only so much. “-you...fuck.”

“Husk?” Angel had a soft spot for the cat, he was hot and gave him drinks! He also knew what it was like to be under an overlord. They had talked about it one night. “Hey man you good?” Angel’s voice was like water: garbled and incoherent. Husk lurched and clasped a hand over his mouth. He pushed Angel away and dashed to the bathroom. Tossing a stall door open, he crashed to the ground and began to heave. The stomach inside him contracted, but after his second unproductive heave did he finally manage to bring something up. He coughed and spat out more of whatever had caused this. He slightly jumped when he felt a soft pair of hands rub up and down his back, another set massaging his wings that tensed up every time he puked or gagged, the last set of Angel’s arms kept his ears back while rubbing the nape. He didn’t even have the energy to push him away.

“There ya go kitten. Easy.” Angel softly soothed. Husk gagged and brought up more vomit into the toilet, coughing and sputtering. He thought his head was about to burst, the throb was so painful. Another wave of vomit, this time with tears mixing in. He spat the remainder into the bowl.

“Ugh, fuck.” he grit his teeth and tried to even his ragged breathing. An arm draped across the toilet, one was positioned carefully on his stomach. He had forgotten what it felt like to be so sick, the last time was when he had food poisoning in a camp somewhere. He had also forgotten that this was literal HELL. In hell, everything bad was doubled. Broken leg meant worse pain and longer heal. Stabbed? Well you’d heal faster but it would still hurt like no other. And sick? Well if anyone got sick in Hell it lasted longer than it would a breathing human. Part of punishment. Husk reached up to flush the contents down and placed his head on the cool toilet lid.

“Are you done kitten?”

“...Yeah.”

All that strain made Husk lethargic and apathetic. He no longer cared about what happened, that was fucking horrible. He just wanted the bad feelings gone.

“Come on.”

Angel helped Husk stand on his feet and had him rinse his mouth out in the sink as quickly as possible. They left the bathroom and went further down the hall.

“Where am I going?” Husk asked.

“My room.”

Husk tried to push Angel away, “Why?”

“It has a bathroom inside, your’s don’t. You also can’t spend all night in a public bathroom. Plus you can barely stand as it is. Don’t act as if Charlie wouldn’t have my head for not doing a thing.”

Husk wanted to throw Angel onto the ground and run back to his room so he could curl up and die again alone. Nah. That wasn’t going to happen and he knew it, the muscles and energy had all gone into making him feel like shit and left him walking on a tightrope with a tilting wheel above him. When the two arrived in the room, Husk wasn’t all surprised by the look of it. A stripper pole, soft furniture, different shades of pink and black, of course a vanity covered with makeup and a shelf of sex toys. He rolled his eyes.

“Mention this to anyone and you can kiss all the booze in the world goodbye you fucking pest.”

“Daw~ for me only Husky? Don’t mention it. I’ll tell Cha you’re sick and too drunk to tell whose room is whose. I’ll say I tried to throw ya out but you wouldn’t budge. Sound good?”

Husk had crawled onto Angel’s bedsheets, mmm…. warm and soft. He didn’t even reply to whatever the spider said, the sheets and mattress felt amazing, he started to purr and it was only when he caught Angel smiling down at him did he realize the situation. Shit! What the fuck am I doing? He made a sorry attempt to get out of the bed, he knew the slut would talk and he’d be humiliated. He didn’t want things to be worse than they already were. Quickly jumping off the bed made him double over in pain as a giant cramp rolled through his abdomen.

“Hey, watch yourself. I ain’t gonna tell anyone, I learned from Pa that snitches get ditches at five years old.”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe when you’re better. Let’s go, come on! Back to bed kitten.” Angel guided Husk back into the bed, he noticed that his gut looked tense, he could practically see the muscles cramped up through the fur. “Jesus you’re tense.”

“I know. Now shut up. Why’re you even helping me dumbass?”

“You remind me a lot of my sis when she’d get sick. I’d always be the caretaker and she’d be mine. She’d fight me tooth and nail until I gave her something comfortable, then she’d melt like Mama’s garlic butter. Just a nice nostalgia feeling I guess. Besides, maybe you’ll owe me?” he ended with a tease of course, but after a warning glare from Husk, he backed down. “I’m kidding! Jeez! Here, just get on the bed, I’ll even rest away from ya.”

The bed felt amazing and warm, and it didn’t smell horrible in this room either. Angel had even been so kind as to place a bucket right next to him in case his stomach decided to abuse him again. Zoning back in, he realized that Angel had gotten into the bed and put considerable distance between them. Another cramp seized Husk’s body and he curled in harder on himself. He felt a gag coming on and groaned when he had to drag the bucket closer to his face.

Angel glanced over at the bartender and felt a pang of sympathy. He placed a hand over Husk’s back and tried to massage the muscles that were bulging out. Thankfully they did relax as Husk threw up again into the can. He felt a lot warmer than normal? Angel had no idea what the temperature for a cat was let alone a demonic one. He could only guess it was a fever high enough to cause discomfort. After throwing up the remainder of vomit from his mouth, Husk rinsed with the warm bottle of water Angel had sitting next to him (unopened) and then plopped back down on the bed softly panting. The spider stopped rubbing his back in order to take care of the bucket; the cat needed to bite back a whimper from the loss of comfort while the cramping came back. He felt ashamed when he let pained moans come from his throat when he wrapped his paws around his middle.

“Think ya got a stomach bug which means you got about four days until it’s gone.”

“Cool.”

“Molly liked it when I rubbed her back or stomach.”

Husk rattled as a shiver blew past him. Angel pulled the covers over his body. “Don’t fucking try anything or I’ll poison your drinks.”

“Please, a whore may know a lot about rejection, but they know more about consent and roofies.”

“Smartass.”

Angel shifted to where one set of hands massaged the back and only one hand went over Husk’s stomach, the other was used to scroll through his phone. Within minutes, the cat was out like a light and purring louder than a racecar. Angel smiled and snuck a picture or eight. When he started to feel a little drowsy, he noticed that Husk had moved in a way that made it to where Angel was basically holding him sideways. CUTE! A few more pictures saved onto his phone and he was set to sleep. His rest may have only lasted an hour or two since he was woken up by Husk bolting up to vomit. The cycle was repeated until there was literally nothing in his stomach. Angel continued to rub his stomach.

Come morning, Husk awoke to the sound of rustling. “Fuck is that?” he mumbled.

“Sorry babe! Just gotta get Fat Nuggets some food and then a walk, it’ll be thirty minutes. Charlie knows about the story I told her last night.”

“Fuck you what did you tell her!” Husk reared up with his wings fluffed up and defensive mode on. If only he looked as threatening; truth be told it looked more like a tiny kitten was trying to roar like a lion. Angel couldn’t help but laugh.

“Relax, I told her you got sick last night and were too drunk to notice you were in the wrong room. I told her moving you wasn’t an option and said you tried to claw my normal eye out. She said she’d give you the next three days off and sent up some ‘get well’ shit.” he gestured over to the nightstand next to the cat. Placed on the tray was a set of medications that would barely do anything, but it was better than nothing. After vomiting all night, the waters she gave him looked amazing.

“Hmm.”

“Do you wanna try to eat?” Angel asked.

A baby gag, “Ugh fuck that.”

Angel walked over and placed a hand on Husk’s forehead, almost astounded that he didn’t wack him back. “Definitely certain you got a rising fever.”

“In Hell, wow.”

“Shut up.”

Most of the day was nothing new. Charlie put Angel on caretaker duty (much to Vaggie’s concern) just to make things easier. Hopefully. It gave Angel bonus points, Husk got taken care of, Angel out of the way, the place would be quiet. In honesty, while Husk reminded him a lot of his sister when she was feeling down, he also wanted a chance to get closer to the cat. He was curious and also bored. Kinda wanted something to do. Being a sex worker meant that he had to care and cater to whatever the clients wanted, this time it was for something nonsexual. Sure he enjoyed sex, but it was nice to do something other than it. His day off would otherwise be spent wandering around and getting into trouble. Not looking to get chewed out was his aim.

“Shit babe how do you still have something inside you?”

“I’m not *huurk* babe you himbo.” Husk retorted with a pathetic spit. “Fuck. This is worse than when the boat was on the sea towards the battle….”

“Battle? What battle?”

PTSD WAR FLASHBACK TW

Whether it was the increased fever or what, Husk had no idea, but he had seen this many times before. Back in the war, not knowing which battle. He was instructed to shoot whatever came that wasn’t wearing US Military garb. A rustle among the trees, he turned, saw uncovered skin and lanky build. They were carrying something. A bomb? He shot at them straight in the head and they fell. Crying could be heard, but the person was dead, he went to inspect whatever was the sound and his heart dropped when he saw it was a toddler. The child ran towards him and then fell over as a fellow soldier shot them down. He turned and threw up right there, crying and praying it wasn’t real and apologizing over and over.

PTSD WAR FLASHBACK TW OVER

“Husk, hey, it isn’t real. Whatever you seein’ ain’t real. It ain’t real right now.”

Husk snapped his head back at Angel hyperventilating with wide eyes and then quickly bent over the fresh bucket that was being held in front of him. He gagged and spit and heaved and threw up whatever left he could. All the medicine, water, one single bite of toast was all gone; even then he still tried to bring up something until he was reduced to dry heaving.

“Hey now, in and out. Breath in, then out. There ya go. Va bene (it’s okay in Italian).”

It took a while, but Husk was back on track, the fever had definitely spiked and now he was experiencing shellshock again. “-ter.”

“Huh?”

“Wa-er.”

His throat had been puked raw by the acid he could barely speak, but Angel managed to understand what he said and gave him an uncapped water bottle which he gratefully gulped down.

“Hey go slow or you’ll-” the water didn’t stay in his stomach, “- puke it back up. Baby sips.”

By the time the bucket was cleaned out, Husk was cared for and Angel got him as comfy as he could, he noticed that the cat was clingy when he was sick. Angel was the big spoon whether Husk knew or not. Belly rubs and back massages felt great after the whole ordeal. Unfortunately, he had three more PTSD episodes after that.

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“I gotta go to work or Val’ll have my head!” Angel sighed, trying to pull his many limbs out of the cat’s grip.

“No.”

“Husk.”

“No.”

Husk had reached his peak in the fever and acted like a kitten starved for attention. Angel knew sick clingy people made some of the best and worst patients depending on the situation. Eventually, the spider managed to pry the other off and set on for work where he spent the day modeling and having only one film session with a guy that loved being stepped on. He managed to avoid any conflict with the film crew and Val, so he finally left early with an abundance of praise. Quick and easy! Once he was back in the hotel, he went straight to his room where he found Husk sleeping bent over an empty bucket with fresh tear tracks along his matted fur lines. Angel gently shook him awake.

“Rise and shine moonpie! Get your head out of the bucket.”

Husk blinked up at the spider and turned away into the blankets. “Not now.”

“Well you can either lay your head in a horrible position that is sure to rattle yer neck to bits and pieces or you can-”

“Angel. I-....Can-” Husk was really struggling with what he was about to say next. “Can you…. rub my head a little?” he asked shyly.

Faster than a bullet, Angel was right there getting to pet the cat, he was amazed at how soft the fur was. Of course it was to make him feel better. “Think you’re stomach wants to stay inside ya?”

“Shh.”

“Okay babe.”

Husk did not throw up anymore after that night; by the time the four days were over, he pushed Angel away and got himself sorted out. He hated to admit that the spider was a good caretaker, and he would be a liar if he said he wasn’t comfy (sometimes) during the stay in Angel’s room. Once he was back working the bar, he handed Angel a free drink.

“Here.”

“Oh really Husk! Thank you!”

“Shut up.”

Angel winked at him and understood. The drink was a thank you, and he was happy to oblige. The two carried on a calmer setting around each other now. Husk still grumpy as could be, but with more sarcasm towards Angel rather than pure annoyance 100% of the time.

Oh my Lord you can tell where I gave up trying to write good. My brain was absolutely dead. But I've noticed there's a lack of sickfics in this fandom so I'm deciding to fix that as best I can. I haven't written in a long time so I am sooooo rusty. Oh well. ❤️❤️

#sick whump #hazbin hotel husk sick #angel dust hazbin hotel #vaggie #husk sick #charlie hazbin hotel #mollydust #fat nugs #fat nuggets #angelhusk #hazbin angel dust #huskerdust #ptsd #vomiting #male vomiting

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nocturnegyser · 4 years ago

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The feels

Warren x Reader (raccoon)

A/N: I’ve had this typed out for a while and I wanted to go do more Warren x Raccoon material, I just decided to actually go through it, it still probably sucks but I tried. I’m not a professional in any sense, anyways, enjoy :3

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Summary: Warrens been acting strange.. (y/n) tries to find out what’s happening with him, wonder what it is?

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Having only been going to her new school for 2 months, (y/n) has already met so many cool people. She even started her band called ‘Clean Trash’, ironically not with Warren on the drums.

The one replacing Warren on drums was a 5th grader named Ryan Husk, his muatation allows to move any liquid with his mind, their bassist being an 8th grader named Mars Palenski, his mutation gives him a giant rats tail and ears, pretty similar to (y/n)’s raccoon ears and tail.

Needless to say, (y/n) was getting along just fine, she was keeping up with her classes, nothing perfect but she didn’t care, just as long as she was passing.

———

Waking up one morning for breakfast, (y/n) nader her way to the kitchen for hopefully some marshmallow mateys, one she got there she saw Warren standing at the stove preparing food, both locking eyes when she walked in.

This reminded (y/n) of their first proper time meeting, although instead of giving Warren a death look, she smiled and wished him a good morning.

Warren doing the same, (y/n) was grabbing the cereal and milk, in the midst of preparing her breakfast.

“I can make you some french toast if you want” Warren offered

“Huh?.. oh.. yea ok” the still waking up very tired raccoon girl sitting down at the counter

Peter and Alex then walking in greeting both a good morning, then returning a good morning back.

Peter then smelling the french toast “Oh man! I love your french toast!” Peter getting excited

“Fuck off, I’m not making you anymore after what happened last time” Warren staring daggers at Peter while setting a plate in front of (y/n) and himself

“What happened last time?” (y/n) asked pouring syrup on her stack

“Well basically-“ Peter started then Alex shortly cutting him off “He finished all 24 pieces Warren spent almost an hour making, he didn’t even get a single bite”

“Dang” (y/n) responded while taking a bite “Hey, what do you expect from me? I was too hungry!”

“Some damn self control would be nice” Warren still staring daggers at Peter, both opting to eat the same marshmallow mateys (y/n) was planning on eating

———

After finishing (y/n) washed her dishes and offered to help Warren clean up but he insisted she go and get ready for classes, she took him up on it and go ready for the day, washed her face, brushed her teeth, hair, ears and tail.

(y/n) and Warren didn’t have any classes together, their schedules didn’t really cross paths a lot, even morning breakfasts like that were rare, (y/n) was content with their schedules not matching up all the time, she was happy with whatever time they did spend together if any at all.

(y/n) mostly ate lunch with Jubilee and if she wasn’t available for lunch then Mars and Ryan would eat with her.

It was after classes when Clean Trash would practice in the unused music room, that is if neither Ryan or Mars had homework.

She had a policy if either of them had homework before coming to practice they would have to finish it before they turn the amps on, or if they got in trouble they wouldn’t practice that day, they didn’t practice on the weekends though.

“You guys got any homework?” (y/n) asked her band mates, “No,” both answered truthfully

“Ok, let’s begin with ‘My heart is a futon’” (y/n) taking initiative

“How do you come up with these song names?” Mars asked

“I dunno, just whatever comes to mind, mind counting us off Ryan?” (y/n) pointing at Ryan, guitar pick in hand

“One, two, three, four, one two!”

Warren just so happened to be passing by the music room the band was in and overheard them playing.

Wanting to go unnoticed, he peeked in through the window watching and listening to them play, mostly focusing on (y/n) though.

Jean shortly caught him watching them and overheard what he was thinking

She has a really good singing voice, not to mention how her hair falls perfectly while playing..

“Wow,” Jean interrupting his thought “Never seen you this head over heels for someone, must be pretty special”

“Hey! I’m not ‘head over heels’, okay?“ Warren realizing she knows exactly what she’s talking about “They just sound really good is all”

“Right, just like what you thought on the ride to the movies” Jean flustering the already flustered angel boy even more “You think you’re ever going to tell her?”

“How do you- look, quit reading my thoughts okay? I don’t have anything to tell her” Warren becoming a little defensive “We’re just friends”

“Warren, you’re only friends for so long before she moves on” Jean trying to convince him

“Moves on? what’s that supposed to mean?” Warren asked confused

“You’re going to see what I mean, just waiting around doing nothing” Jean then walking off

Move on?... does she mean... no

Warren takes one more glance of (y/n) playing before walking off

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In his room who he shared with Kurt, laying on his bed thinking to himself

Should I tell her?... Will someone else come along?...

Kurt and Alex bursting in throwing Warrens train of thought off, both seeing his worry almost immediately

Kurt, trying to be a good friend crouched down near Warren “You have immense sadness in your eyes friend, tell us what’s wrong?”

Warren, not wanting to talk about it, but not wanting to come off too mean, “Ok Blue, listen, I don’t want to talk about anything, especially with you” eventually just walking out in a huff

“... Think it was something I said?” Kurts ears flopped in a sad manner, Peter assuring him it was him “Ah jeez, he’s been like this since our horror movie trip plan fell through, must’ve really wanted to watch that movie..”

What would I ever say.. How would I even say it... when.. should I say... GAH! I hate this! I’m going to workout

Walking in the locker room , he ran into Scott already talking to friends.

His friends having already gotten ready before him, they went on ahead leaving Scott alone with Warren.

“Hey Warren! I haven’t talked to you since the horror movie fail, how’ve you been man?” Scott trying to spark a small conversation getting ready

“Yeah I’ve been fine” Warren already disconnecting from the world around him

“Yeah, you never told us how your trip to the music shop with (y/n) was” Scott joked

“It was fine” Warren replied coldly

“Fine enough you started acting less cranky all the time?”

“It was until you opened your mouth” Warren getting done before Scott and heading into the gym

———

In her room, (y/n) and Jubilee are planning the elementary classes Summer picnic, it was a special request by Charles.

“So that’s 25 turkey sandwiches for the kids with nut allergies.. and 45 pb & j’s.. in total thats.. 70 sandwiches, whoooff” (y/n) laying back in her bed just wanting to go to sleep even thought it was only 4:37pm

“Ok Scott called the ice cream parlor and they did have each classes flavor selections, but we do have to go pick them up ourselves the day of,” (y/n), Jubilee, Scott and Jean have all been tasked in helping plan this picnic for some time.

“Ok I guess that just leaves... actually making the sandwiches, sorting the sandwiches, and picking up everything else.. ugh, I don’t hate these kids but why do there have to be so many of them” (y/n) was super exhausted

“Doesn’t your reality manipulation allow you to multiply objects?”

“I don’t have it under control yet, so as of the moment.. no”

“Well not taking the easy way goes to show how much you care right? Besides, isn’t one of your band members attending this picnic? Ryan Dust, right?”

“Husk, and yes, he is coincidentally in the class I’ll be helping supervise”

“You see? wouldn’t it be just awesome for little Ryan to his bands leader working hard?”

“Ugh... I guess so”

“Well I gotta get going” Jubilee started packing her things, “I gotta meet with Jane and discuss seating arrangements, see if you can get any help with the sandwiches, maybe ask Warren?”

“Why Warren?” (y/n) confused why Jubilee specifically said Warren

“Why not Warren? Doesnt Ryan look up to Warren as a drummer? I’m sure it would make Ryan super motivated to see two people he looks up to working so hard”

“Yea ok but-“

“Hold that but. I gotta go, talk later”

With that over, for now, (y/n) started cleaning up the mess of papers on her bed and grabbed her phone to call Warren, voicemail.

Huh... guess he’s busy right now.. I’ll ask again later... but I might forget to ask later and he might over book his schedule, he really needs to stop doing that... Oh! I know! I’ll set a reminder on my phone! this phone has a reminder app doesn’t it?

Navigating her phone proved to be more difficult than she anticipated, considering she’s had her phone longer than a month, it was still her first phone, her brother got it for her before she left, she never really got around to learning how to use it.

Getting frustrated not finding what she needed using her phone, (y/n) opted to asking Warren in person

———

Running around the whole mansion looking for Warren and even asking people who knew him if they saw him around, no luck.

Until she ran into Kurt and Peter in the main hall, (y/n) immediately running up to them and asking both if the saw him anywhere.

“Uh, yeah last we saw him, he was heading to the gym, looked like he was going through it,” Peter answered, Kurt immediately agreeing, “Ja, He stormed off after I asked him what was wrong..”

What was wrong? Going through it? What’s happening with Warren?

Peter then reassuring Kurt it wasn’t his fault Warren was upset, “Dude, I told you, he’s been like this since that movie we went to go see sold out on movie tickets, like I said, he’s probably just pissed he didn’t get to see it”

“Been like what?” (y/n) now concerned

“Well it’s kinda difficult to explain but more happy in a way kinda, but also crank now that he’s more happy, y’know?”

(y/n) understood what he meant, “Yea.. well I’ll ask him about it once I find him, thank guys,” (y/n) then running off towards the gym, the two boys nodding and continuing on with their day.

———

(y/n) made it to the gym, not having really used it yet, she just ran in looking for Warren, she figured she’d look for his wings since they were easy to spot.

After a few minutes of looking, (y/n) eventually spotted Warren lifting weights on a bench in the back.

She was waving and shouting to him hoping he’d notice but he wasn’t paying attention and had his music in.

(y/n) decided she’d approach him and get his attention that way, upon approaching him she tapped his shoulder hoping it would get his attention, big mistake.

Tapping Warrens shoulder triggered his fight instincts and whipped around with full wing span, cutting (y/n) in the face.

She fell to the ground dazed holding her face, Warren immediately realizing what he’s done he immediately runs to her and gives her a towel to cover her cut with.

Scott noticing the commotion ran over to help Warren rush (y/n) to med.

———

Outside of med Warren was pacing back and forth while Scott was sitting on a bench, both waiting for Hank and (y/n).

Warren couldn’t stop pacing, Scott tried to relieve him,” Hey look, worst case scenario, she just has some light scarring..”

Warren immediately erupting, “No! Don’t you get it??! This whole thing means I haven’t changed a bit since Apocalypse!!,” Warren having remembered his nature when he aligned with Apocalypse over 2 years ago.

“Hey! Now don’t say that! You obviously didn’t mean to hurt her, you obviously aren’t the same from then“ Scott trying to assure Warren he isn’t the same from back then, “Look! even you and Kurt can live in the same room! Surely that means something”

“Yea, not like we ever talk,” Warren denying everything Scott was saying, Scott still trying to convince him otherwise, “Even Kurt considers you a friend now, he never saw you as a bad guy Warren, no one has, not even Charles”

Warren still not listening stormed off again, tears almost forming in his eyes, not too long after, Hank brought (y/n) with a clean bill of health apart from the bandage on her face, and a lollipop

“Nothing too bad, the bleeding stopped, it’s best to keep the bandage on to prevent bacteria from getting in,” Hank explained to Scott

“Thanks Mr. Hank, also for the lollipop” (y/n) gratefully thanked, then looking around for Warren “Where’d Warren go?”

“Oh, Warren... he needed to go... take care of something,” Scott nervously told (y/n) not wanting to worry her by telling her he stormed off because he’s afraid he’s the same as when he was with Apocalypse

“Oh... I just needed to talk to him about something..”

“About the sandwiches for the picnic right? Jubilee asked Peter if he could help, with Peter the sandwiches will be done in a second”

(y/n) shaking her head, “No, not that... I needed to ask him about.. something else”

Scott a little confused but realizing, “You’re not.. mad at Warren now are you?” Scott reluctantly asked (y/n)

(y/n) shaking her head again, “Of course not, I probably shouldn’t have snuck up on him like that, it’s just as much my fault I got this that it his,” (y/n) immediately placing the blame on herself for something that obviously wasn’t her fault or Warrens

Both Hank and Scott try to reassure it wasn’t either sides fault

“Well, I know he didn’t mean to hurt me, I just... I need to talk to him”

“Well.. it’s probably not the best time to... bother him, he’s got some .. things to take care of right now,” Scott trying to avoid even more problems between them

“Maybe, but he’s.. my friend, I need to know if he’s alright” (y/n) then speed walking off to go find Warren

“Ah jeez...” Scott sighed

“Think they’re... actually going to talk about... that?” Hank asked

“I dunno, I just hope they’re able to work things out”

———

Having run through the whole mansion looking for Warren once again, (y/n) was certain she knew where he was, but to no avail. On her way back to her room, she noticed the attic ceiling hatch and realized.

“Tch- could he...,” (y/n) began opening the hatch letting the ladder down then ascending up into the attic.

“Hello-“ (y/n) checking to see if anyone was up there, then there he was. Not wanting to alarm him again, she slowly arose from the hatch and go up slowly as to not to alarm him. Warren was just sitting on a window sill looking out, lost in thought

W: *Why did I do that... I told myself she.. I was going to...*

(y/n): *Ok, I can see he isn’t paying attention again... this time I’ll... I’ll call him softly as to not to trigger his attack again*

(y/n) reluctantly took a step closer, stepping on a creaky floorboard thus alerting Warren, Warren looked over and sat up immediately, panic in his eyes.

“(y/n)!” Warren stuttered

“Hi! uh.. I just wanted to check up on you ‘cus I heard from Peter and Kurt that-“ (y/n) trying to be friendly with Warren then cutting her off

“(y/n)! y-you shouldn’t be here, it’s not-“ Warren spat out nervously with (y/n) cutting him off in return

“Ok ok I know I know, you had some stuff to think about but, I just wanted to say I’m sorry I snuck up on you like that, I should have probably alerted you before approaching you, you just had your music in I didn’t know-“ Warren then cutting her off once again “Look. (y/n), I am truly sorry I cut your face but.. you shouldn’t be around me, I’m just-“

“What? Dangerous? just ‘cause you have metal wings? there are people in this world without metal wings who I’m scared of more than you”

“(y/n)-”

“I know you didn’t mean to hurt me like that I just.. at first I wanted to ask you about sandwiches but.. Peter and Kurt told me you’ve been ‘going through it’, their words not mine, and I just wanted to see exactly... what it is you’re going through..”

“(y/n), listen, you don’t understand, I’m the Archangel of Death! I don’t belong anywhere here, I just-“ Warren spewed out with (y/n) cutting him off again

“Warren! just shut up and listen to what I have to say!” she bursted out, continuing “I know you don’t mean any harm even whatever happened in the past, I’m not sure what all happened but that’s hopefully why I’m here, I just want to be there for someone who makes this place feel more like home even though we don’t meet up a lot”

“y/n), I-“

“Being here was scary but being here with you.. made it less scary, I don’t know if you feel the same way about me but.. I want. to be there for you when I can, Warren” (y/n) then taking a step closer knowing Warren can’t go anywhere

“Being around you.. I feel.. like maybe being here isn’t so bad, like maybe I can actually make something of myself here, like maybe.. you aren’t so bad..” (y/n) holding herself with tears welling up in her eyes

“I don’t know if you feel the same around me but.. that’s how I feel.. about you” (y/n) finally finishing

“(y/n)...” (y/n) holding for impact, entirely expecting him to reject her feeling, “I feel the same way about you,” Warren then taking a step closer

(y/n) almost gasped not believing what she heard

“Being around you.. brings me to a simpler time in my life and.. whenever we do meet up or bump into each other that feeling washes over me completely and.. I thought you hated my guts when we first met. You calling me angel boy, me calling you trash panda.. I never thought you’d want to talk to me ‘cus..” Warren expanding his wings and motion to them “I also wanted to be there for you when I could but.. I never saw you during the day, so I just..”

Both of them just stood there, looking into each other’s eye, then both taking another step closer to one another.

“Can I..” Warren started, looking deep into (y/n)’s yellow golden eyes, “Can I.. kiss.. you?”

(y/n) tears streaming down her face, just stood there looking up at Warren, not even answering him, she jumped up wrapping her arms around his neck just going for it. They kissed, Warren holding her close to him, (y/n) hasn’t felt so safe since she moved, Warrens wings around both of them. After what felt like forever only being 8 seconds, they separated kissing still holding each other.

“Well... ever kiss a raccoon face girl?” (y/n) joked

“He he, uh.. no but it was definitely a fine start”

Both chuckling before kissing again

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A/N: if this sucked plz tell me, bully me if it was actually bad :D

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celestial-archer · 4 years ago

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A Lady’s Tail Chapter 4

AO3

Ainz followed the angel leading them through the forest. The angel walked very stiffly almost like a robot. Interesting. The archangel of flames he was used to never walked. They always floated or flew through the air. They were also not covered in many different colored gems or had the assassin and ninja classes. The angel race was rather varied however. Victim was an angel and looked like an unborn fetus. Luci★Fer had the appearance of a decaying doll. Was the difference customization? The angel had to be a player’s customized NPC. After all, there were almost no players from Yggdrasil that didn’t know of the guild. Ainz kept the hope in his heart that the player was one of his old guildmates. Out of the three female guildmates, Ankoro Mocchi Mochi was the most likely. She had the tendency to create eccentric NPCs. It wasn’t too much of a stretch to assume that she had created this angel. There were very obvious contradictions but he stubbornly refused to pay them attention. It was Ankoro. It had to be. He would see her.

Ainz shifted his attention from his thoughts to Narberal and Aura when they appeared next to him. They glared daggers at the angel’s back. Narberal inconspicuously leaned slightly closer to him and whispered.

“Momon-san, should we take the chance to attack now that his guard is down?”

“Call me Ainz. I’ve already dropped my disguise so there is no need to call me Momon. And no attacking. There’s no need to restart the hostilities.”

Narberal nodded and silently retook her place behind him, but Aura was not as easily convinced. Her voice trembled with anger.

“Ainz-sama! Shouldn’t we punish him for trying to hurt you? Anyone who attempts such should be given the worst possible punishment!”

She emphasized her last words by raising her hand and clenching it like she was crushing him in the palm of her hand. Ainz softly laughed and reached his hand out to pet her head.

“Your concern is appreciated Aura, but it’ll benefit us more if we just wait to meet his ‘lady’. Be patient.”

Aura reluctantly conceded and joined Narberal behind him, still staring intently at the angel’s back. She didn’t quite pout but the discomfort of the situation was very evident on her face. It didn’t matter to him though. He wasn’t going to let anything sabotage the reunion with his friend.

The anticipation and excitement was slowly killing him. He had been in this new world for a while now and, while he enjoyed being with the NPCs, he dearly missed the company of his guildmates. It had been so long since he had seen them. It was a lucky enough occurrence to have met with Herohero before the shutdown. Now it was basically a miracle to meet one of his friends again.

Ainz smiled internally, but there was a single thought bearing down on his good mood. What would happen once Ankoro found out about the things Nazarick had done? With her positive karma, would she start to hate him? He didn’t want that and would avoid it with all his might. If giving up everything Nazarick had worked for until now was the solution, he’d do so without any hesitation. But would that even be enough? What if she didn’t forgive him? What would happen if she looked at him as a monster? How would the guardians react to that? Would it split Nazarick?

The image of a clearing about twelve feet in front of him gave him a distraction. He hurried his steps, for once not worrying about the NPCs’ image of him. Even if Aura and Narberal thought less of him for his haste, he wouldn’t care. What mattered was seeing his friend again. Whatever happened, he would work through it with Ankoro and they would be comrades once again. He passed the angel easily. The sounds of Aura and Narberal following behind him were audible, but he didn’t give it any notice. This was it! This was the moment he would no longer be alone. The moment that would make everything ok. The moment that would cure his worries. The moment that would give him hope for the future and the rise of the guild of Ainz Ooal Gown.

The clearing was within a few feet now and a figure shrouded by the bushes was visible. He was so close! The leaves parted easily with a wave of his hand and the figure became clear.

“Momonga!”

A figure that was not Ankoro Mocchi Mochi yelled out with a voice that was also not Ankoro’s. Ainz froze in place staring at the figure.

Not Ankoro.

The sounds around him deafened leaving only the barest whisper of the wind. Devastation, anger, sadness, swirled inside him like a storm, then nothing... His emotion suppression crushed his emotions into dust, leaving him feeling like an empty husk and, for once it felt like a blessing.

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“Momonga!”

Kelpie couldn’t help herself when Momonga revealed himself. All the excitement and suspense exploded out of her in the form of a shout. He was here! He was actually here! It was almost too good to be true! She snickered at him freezing the moment he saw her. She had done the exact same thing, but it was still amusing to see him like that. What she wouldn’t give to know what he was thinking at that moment. He was probably just as excited as her since they both found a friend in this new world.

Narberal, aura, then Goren appeared a few moments after Momonga. It was so cool to see Naberal and Aura in person! She wondered if this was what people felt like seeing their friends’s kids all grown up. It wasn't that long ago she had seen them in Yggdrasil. She glanced over to Goren to gauge his impression of them, but his expression was just as stoic as always. Probably should have expected that from someone with stationary facial features and no mouth. Hopefully in time they would become amiable with each other if not friends.

She looked back to Momonga but he was still frozen in place. Seems like the surprise had been bigger than expected. She should break him out of his stupor. With a chuckle she slithered over to him and reached out to touch his shoulder.

Boom

Aura’s whip slammed into the ground where Kelpie had just jumped away from.

Clash

Goren slashed his dagger towards Aura and was parried by Narberal’s sword. All three of them stayed a safe distance away with their weapons drawn crouched in an attack stance. Aura snapped her whip taut threateningly and shouted.

“How dare you try to touch him?!”

Kelpie lazily stared at Aura. It seemed like Aura didn’t remember her, a little disappointing. It had just been a quick meeting in Yggdrasil though, so it made sense. She waved at Goren.

“Stand down, this is all a misunderstanding.”

He glanced between her and the two NPCs, calculating the risk of following her orders. After a moment, he dropped his battle stance and went to Kelpie’s side, keeping his eyes on the two. Kelpie smiled and nodded towards him in satisfaction, then turned her attention back to Aura. She got as close as Aura allowed, which was a few feet, and lifted her hands to show she was unarmed.

“I’m a friend of Momonga and Zoba. I met you and your brother a while ago. I tried to touch him because he seemed very shocked by my appearance.”

Aura stared at her blankly then blinked her eyes and relaxed the grip on her whip for a second, before tightening it and narrowing her eyes.

“You could be lying to us! You could have done something to him to cause this!”

Kelpie couldn’t help but smile at her. She always had a fondness for kids and Aura was just super adorable.

“Ok why don’t you ask him yourself? I promise I didn’t do anything.”

She kept her hands up in full view as she said this. Aura glared and glanced between her and Momonga.

“Narberal go confirm that Ainz-sama is ok.”

Aura kept her eyes glued on Kelpie as Narberal moved to Momonga’s side and softly called out to him. With a jolt, Momonga’s red eyes brightened in awareness and he looked around. He coughed into his hand and waved off the concern of Aura and Narberal.

“Ah forgive me, I got lost in my thoughts. Aura, you can relax. She means us no harm.”

He gave Aura a pat on the shoulder as he passed by and approached Kelpie.

“It’s been quite a while hasn’t it?”

He opened his mouth in an attempt to show a friendly smile but without facial muscles, it gave the impression that he wasn’t finished talking. Kelpie raised one eyebrow with a smile.

“A while? It hasn’t been that long. I mean I saw you at the shutdown... Wait no, I forgot that I didn’t message you. Well before that it had been like maybe two weeks? It wasn’t a long meeting per se, but still a meeting. So about three weeks counting the time we’ve been here. But i’m so happy to see you! I was worried I was gonna be here with only Goren to keep me company.”

“....You’ve only been here a week?”

“Yes? How long have you been here?”

Momonga looked off to the side with an unreadable expression, thinking about something. Just looking at it gave Kelpie the sense of something deeply disturbing him. She reached a hand out to comfort him, but he sighed and straightened up before she could.

“Is there a place we can talk privately?”

“Uh yeah, absolutely. Follow me and I’ll take us there. Goren, lead Aura and Narberal to the guest’s lounge.”

“Excellent.”

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The room Kelpie led Momonga to was the designated meeting room. It was furnished with a long dark treant wood table with padded chairs around it. The room had been built only for the aesthetic. There weren’t many people she was friendly enough with to show her base, let alone have a meeting with. Normally she would have led Momonga to the lounge so he could be comfortable but with their NPCs and the seriousness he showed, this room felt more adequate.

She looked at the wall in front of her. The indent was easy to find, but she hesitated to push it. The realization hit her that she had never shown him her base before. She was very proud of her base and everything that was in it, but it could be seen as ugly to Momonga. Afterall, he was the guildmaster of the greatest designed base in all of Yggdrasil. It was impossible to find one more ornately decorated. Hers paled in comparison to it.

She glanced behind her to see his reaction. Her voice betrayed her, letting out a small yelp when she did. Momonga was staring directly at her and appeared confused at her peeking. Turning back towards the door, she tried to pretend nothing had happened.

“Is something wrong?”

“No! Nothings wrong haha.”

Ok, so he didn’t look like he was judging her base. This was good. She was good. She clenched her fist tight and finally slid her hand into the indent. The door opened easily but instead of it being silent like usual, the stone scraping on the floor was so loud and horrible it sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Fuck, did he hear it too? She hoped not.

She slid to the side and gestured for him to go first, anxiously following him when he did.The door slid shut behind them, still audibly horrible. Momonga took the opportunity to drop down into the closest chair and roll his shoulders back. Kelpie copied him, taking the chair next to him and relaxing into it. Maybe both of them were anxious.

She gave him a crooked smile.

“You’ve been pretty stressed huh? Makes sense though. When I first arrived, I couldn’t help but freak out. I even ended up passing out after…after a panic attack.”

She narrowly avoided telling Momonga about the massacre of the village. If possible, she didn’t want to let him know anything about her new violent tendencies and eating habits.

“Yes, it's certainly been an interesting adjustment. It’s actually near impossible for me to freak out. I have an emotional regulator that suppresses any strong emotions I feel.”

“Really?” Kelpie asked in interest, “That sounds both useful and annoying. I’ve dealt with muted emotions before and it’s not always the best.”

Kelpie took a moment to look Momonga over. His skeletal face was still emotionless. Of course it was, There were no muscles to contract and show a change. She imagined herself smacking her forehead. Still, it felt like there was some lingering negativity hanging over him.

“Are you doing ok? If I can do anything to make things better, just let me know. I promise to do so with the best of my abilities..”

Momonga opened his mouth to say something, then closed it. He visibly mulled something over in his mind, then spoke tiredly.

“Yes, I’m ok. I’m just...happy to see you.”

It was obvious that he was leaving something unspoken but didn’t point it out. It was likely just as obvious to him that she was doing the same. They stared at each other, then looked away as an awkward silence took over the room. What should she say to him? There was so much but so little to say. I’m happy to see you too, but also terrified that you’re here. I’ve done things that would make another sick and enjoyed it. By the way, I have a prisoner in one of these rooms that I plan to eat later. She puffed out a laugh then pretended it was a cough fit when Momonga glanced at her.

“I-”

“How-��

They both spoke at the same time, cutting each other off, and creating even more awkward silence.

“You-”

They cut each other off again and stared at each other. Kelpie began chuckling and Momonga followed suit until they were full on laughing. With a smile, she motioned her hand for him to go first. Momonga opened his mouth in a smile and asked.

“How did you end up here? You said that you’d be here for a week, but i’ve actually been here with all the NPCs and the tomb of Nazarick for around two months.”

“What? That’s so weird! Um well, I didn’t really do anything special. I was just waiting for the countdown to end and, when it did, my avatar became my actual body. I could feel things and move my body freely. I found that Goren had become alive and that the base had been transported to a random mountain by a forest. I really don’t know how it happened.”

“Goren? Is that the angel that led us here?”

“Oh yeah, haha I guess I never really showed him to anyone except Zoba. He’s my NPC. I made him from a world item.”

Momonga caressed his chin.

“Interesting. I also ended up here after the shutdown ended. Nazarick was moved to grasslands. Neither of us seems to understand what happened or why we came at different times.”

“Seems so,” Kelpie laughed happily causing the corner of her eyes to crinkle. “How has it been with all the NPCs of Nazarick? Goren has this extremely elevated view of me. Get this, he considers me some kind of goddess. In his mind I can do no wrong. It's ridiculous, I've literally fallen unconscious in front of him.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah! Can you believe it? How could someone see me as something as all powerful as a goddess.”

“No, not that. I can believe that. Those in Nazarick act the same exact way. But you’ve been vulnerable in front of him and he’s still as revering?”

Kelpie peered at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes?” She said, purposefully extending the word in confusion. “I’ve tried to get him to stop being so strict and awe-inspired all the time but no such luck. I’m pretty sure it makes him happy, so I’ve just been treating him the way he wants to be treated.”

“Huh.”

Momonga peered off to the side with his hand on his mouth, deep in thought. She tilted her head and stared at him, trying to understand what he was thinking about.

“Why did you want to know?”

He turned his head a small amount to look at her, answered her, then focused back on his thoughts.

“It’s just related to something i’ve been contemplating for awhile. Give me a moment.”

She nodded and waited patiently. A minute passed when he suddenly stood up.

“Alright, I want to try something. Would yo-”

A loud scream of pain and anguish echoed through the cave, cutting him off. A very sudden and unpleasant realization hit Kelpie. Shit, shit, shit, shit, no no no no no! He can’t find out about this. Momonga quickly turned toward the direction the sound had come from as she rushed towards the door. He started to ask her what was up, but she dashed out before he could finish. There was no way she was gonna try to explain this. Covering it up before he could find out would be for the best.

She pushed her body as fast as it would go down the hall until she reached the guest’s lounge. The door ground loudly against the wall as she threw it open with all her strength. Large splinters of stone cracked off and flew in all directions. She shoved her head into the room but it was completely void of people. An angry hiss, sounding closer to glass shattering than a snake hiss, burst from her throat. Fuck! Where had they gone?

She shouldn’t have left punishing the thieving bastard to Goren! Her fist slammed into the wall, leaving a large indent in her anger. Now she had no clue what room the man was in and couldn’t silence him. Her nails dug into her skull as she pulled her hair in frustration. There were so many rooms where the man could be. He could even be in one of the empty rooms. She shouldn’t have left the man alive! If she had killed him, she wouldn’t be in this situation. She gnashed her teeth together and tried to think. Where would Goren have taken him? Think, think, think.

Suddenly, bony hands grabbed hers and pulled them away from her skull. Her shoulders sank with disappointment and she looked up to see exactly who she didn’t want to. Momonga’s face was leaning over hers. She couldn’t see it, but she knew he was scrutinizing her facial expression that was scrunched up with fear and anger. Momonga released a sigh and, still holding onto her hands, moved to be in front of her. This wasn’t what she wanted! She didn’t want him to find out! She harshly yanked her arms away, trying to escape, but he just tightened his grip in response. Defeated, she let her head hang down limply, avoiding his eye contact and hiding her shame.

“Tell me what's wrong.”

She flinched at the solemn seriousness in his voice.

“Momonga...I...I can’t. Please don’t ask me that.”

Small tears rolled down her cheeks as a harsh tightness squeezed her chest, making it hard for her to breathe. She couldn’t tell him. She just couldn’t. His grip loosened at her statement and she tried to pull away slowly so he wouldn’t notice. About half of her hand slipped out of his when he grabbed her wrists again.

“If it was any less serious I would wait until you were ready to tell me, but,” He pulled her up by her arms so she was looking at him again. He shook his head, then her left hand to bring her attention to it. “You made yourself bleed and didn’t even notice.”

Now that he mentioned it, she could see blood coating her fingers. There was a lot and she started to feel the pain. The top of her head was incredibly hot and stung like salt poured onto a wound. There was even a small trickle of wetness trailing down the side of her head. How deep had she cut into her skin? She squeezed her eyes shut, then took a shuddering breath and opened them to stare into Momonga’s eyes.

“I don’t...know what to say. I just can’t tell you. Just, please.”

She released the sob she was holding back. Heavier tears slid down her face and fell onto the floor with a soft plop. She shoved her face into her bicep to silence her wails but the muffled sound was still fairly audible.

There was a moment of awkwardness as Momonga stood there in uncertainty. He fidgeted nervously before he gently let go of her wrists and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. Caressing her head lightly, he whispered.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m sure we can figure it out. You uh can take the time you need. It’ll be ok.”

Surprisingly the bony arms around her felt warm and comforting. Her eyes burned as the tears flowed faster. It was so shameful to have him comfort her. If he knew the horrible things she had done, he wouldn’t even want to touch her. He would throw her away in disgust and she wouldn’t even blame him.

They stayed there for several minutes until the last of her tears ran dry. She gently pushed him away and he let her without any resistance. Embarrassed, she turned her head to the side, sniffling, and refused to look at him. Momonga pulled a handkerchief out and held it out for her. Without turning her head, she moved her eyes to look at him. His mouth was halfway open in a sort of small smile. A watery laugh escaped her. She forgot how cute he could be sometimes. She ran a hand through her hair and winced at the stab of pain that hit her. Right, that. She pulled her hand away to examine it. There were only small clumps and flakes of dried blood, so it was safe to assume the wound had clotted. She took a deep breath in, then let it out before finally turning back to Momonga and gently taking the handkerchief with a small smile. Her fingers brushed out the wrinkles before she blew her nose into it.

“I bet I look so attractive right now,” She joked, carefully putting the handkerchief away and striking a silly pose.

Momonga froze a moment before bursting out laughing.

“Absolutely, second to no one!”

Kelpie joined in laughing for a few moments before her smile turned sad again.

“...Is there anything I can do to make you forget all of this?”

“No,” Momonga replied shaking his head, “There’s obviously something deeply troubling you and, as your friend, I can’t just ignore that.”

He reached his hand out to pat her head, but retracted it, remembering her injury. He pulled a potion out from his inventory and poured it onto her head. The red liquid pooled on her head, then evaporated with a green glow, knitting her skin back together. Once it finished, he pet her head soothingly.

“You didn’t even think to use a potion on your injury.”

His voice was full of concern causing her chest to tighten uncomfortably. She brushed his hand off with a grimace and ran her own through her hair to fix it.

“...I would have with time. You’ve been here longer than me, old man. You know more.”

Momonga gave her a pointed stare and sighed.

“I’m not that old and you’re deflecting.”

Kelpie opened her mouth to dispute him, but closed it after seeing his expression. There was an aura of sterness around him. She gave in with a quiet voice.

“Alright, I’ll be easier if I were to show you. I hope you won’t hate me for it.”

Now that she was calmer she could think more clearly. She didn’t know which room the man was in, but she could easily find out. She took out a message scroll and burned it, sending the message to Goren, making sure to speak soft enough that Momonga could not easily overhear.

“Goren, I need to know where you are keeping the man we captured.”

The reply came immediately.

“Yes, my lady. It is the room to the left of my quarters. I’m currently there with Aura and Narberal, would you like me to come escort you?”

“....Repeat that.”

“Yes, my lady. It is the room to the left of my quarters. I’m currently there with Aura and Narberal, would you like me to come escort you?”

She stared blankly at the wall as she internalized his statement. Goren was at the torture room with Aura and Narberal. Aura and Narberal, who were the NPCs of the Great Tomb of Nazarick and reported to Momonga. Kelpie covered her face with her hands and screamed internally. She wouldn’t even get the chance to show him first and explain herself.

“Kelpie?”

“My lady?”

Both Goren and Momonga spoke at the same time, concerned about her silence and behavior. She tilted her head back and took a deep breath. Things kept getting worse but she could do this. She already cried all her tears so she was good on that end. The only thing that could go wrong was never being able to interact with Momonga again. Why on earth would she have to worry about that?!

“Hahahaha yes, I’m fine. Perfectly fine, 100% fine. I don’t need an escort. We will be there soon.

“Understood.” Goren said before the message ended.

She twirled around to face Momonga and gave a large forced smile.

“Shall we get going then?”

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“...Yes.”

Ainz answered her with some hesitance. He wanted to bring up the forced cheer she was forcing on herself, but if he did, it might just distract both of them again. It was both frustrating and worrying to have so much happen in so little time. A part of him whispered if it had been any of his guildmates that had come here, he wouldn’t have so much trouble. He’d know the right thing to say and would be able to help. There would be more trust between them and more familiarity. It was a selfish thought that he couldn’t get rid of. It hung above him everytime he spoke with her. Everything would be easier if someone else had come. Ainz smiled bitterly and shoved the thought to the corner of his mind. It would be better if the thought stayed off to the side indefinitely.

Kelpie began to move down the hallway and he quickly followed after her. Her gait was more awkward than earlier. She held herself very upright and straight, similar to how he walked as the ruler of Nazarick, except it looked very unnatural on her. He didn’t know her as much as others, but he knew a good amount of her personality. She was very headstrong and casual. She walked with purpose, but also with a relaxed posture. The only times she walked like that was when she felt she was walking to some sort of guillotine. Not a walk of shame, but a walk of stubborn pride in the middle of doom. He recalled a story he heard her tell in the past of how she had gotten in trouble with her boss. She thought she was gonna get fired the next time she came in, but didn’t want to avoid it. So the next time she came in, she walked with her back straight and with purpose. If she was gonna get fired, she’d do it while being brave. That same fear and bravery showed in her current posture.

What was making her feel so trapped and terrified? Was it him? He hoped not. He didn’t want the awkwardness and avoidance to continue. Letting her continue this way and eventually avoid him was not an option. He would not go back to the loneliness of being only Nazarick’s ruler.

Kelpie suddenly stopped in front of him and he did the same. She turned to the side and stared intently at the wall. It looked the same as every other wall except for the small indent that was on every other door. He moved around her to see better, but didn’t notice anything worth giving her pause. Ainz didn’t have the intelligence that Demiurge or Albedo had, but he was still smart enough to notice signs of hesitance. Similar hesitance to what he displayed before meeting the guardians. She didn’t want to go inside. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder and asked.

“Would you like me to go first?”

Her eyes stayed locked on the wall and her fists trembled from the strength she gripped them with.

“...No. I can do this and I will.”

She took a deep breath while tilting her head back, then let it out. He resisted the urge to pat her back. It would likely not be helpful to either of them. Her eyes opened and she surged forward. The door slowly slid open and the thick scent of iron wafted out. Metal? Right, she had the blacksmith class, but why would she be worried about showing him a smithery?

She motioned him forward and he did so, stepping into the room. The first thing he noticed was the much stronger scent. The second was the NPCs gathered in the middle of the room. The last was a huddled figure the NPCs were gathered around. A huddled figure dripping with blood with his eyes rolled back in unconsciousness. Ainz froze staring at the scene. If he had eyelids, he would be blinking repeatedly. Of all the things he expected to be in the room, this was the most unlikely of all.

But really, didn’t it make sense? Ainz began to chuckle, then full out laugh, drawing the attention of all the other inhabitants. Of course! He knew her character had a low karma just like he did. Not as much as he did, but still low. Why hadn’t he thought of this? He had also done absolutely evil deeds, he should have recognized a scream of pain. His emotions numbed back down as his emotional suppressor hit him. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, he really hated that thing sometimes. Aura captured his attention with a yell as she motioned him over.

“Ainz-sama, you should see this! Narberal and I have never seen this before.”

Ainz smiled and came to see what she was referring to, leaving a shell shocked Kelpie behind him. Aura beamed at him and pointed to an object within the angel’s hand. His name was Goren if Ainz remembered right. He was holding a bright purple gem within his hands. Ainz stroked his chin with interest.

“Tell me about it.”

Instead of Aura responding as Ainz expected, Goren spoke.

“It was given to me by my lady. I do not possess a high enough level to know its name, but I know it attacks a person’s soul. We’ve been experimenting with it on this man.”

Ainz’s eyes lit up with interest and delight. The collector in him was fascinated at the rare item.

“Hoh? That’s a Spectral Amethyst. I’ve tried several times in the past to get one but was never successful. It's quite amazing that Kelpie was able to get one.”

Aura and Narberal immediately set their sights on the gem, intent on trying to get it, but Goren pulled it away and shielded it from view.

“I apologize but it was a gift from my lady. I will not give it away.”

Ainz was filled with mirth at the statement. Of course! He wouldn’t give away such a valuable item either.

“Don’t worry. I won’t try to take it. I’m simply curious about the effects of the gem and why you have the man tied up.”

Goren gave a nod and brought the gem closer to Ainz so he could see it better.

“Understood. We’ve noticed when we bring the gem in contact with his body and have the intent to harm, he receives excruciating pain. If the intent is missing, it does nothing except steal the man’s body heat. It took a full minute of contact with intent for the fool to pass out. He’s tied up because he dared to cheat my lady. She has been gracious enough to let me punish him with the stipulation he be kept alive.”

Aura piped in with Narberal nodding in agreement.

“It’s been very interesting! I think Neuronist would find it especially so.”

“Very informative. Why does the man need to be kept alive? Does he have valuable information?”

“That is because my la-”

“Goren!”

Kelpie’s voice cut off Goren’s words and all eyes turned to look at her. She flushed red with embarrassment and tried to brush off her outburst.

“Ah ahem… I will explain the rest to him. Ainz, would you follow me?”

She didn’t wait for an answer and simply slithered out the door. Ainz silently applauded her choice. He didn’t want to explain things to her in front of the NPCs either. He stepped out to see her leaning against the wall with one hand covering her red face. Her voice was choked like she was about to cry again.

“I, well, the truth is… the truth is Ihavetoeathumanoidstolive”

Her face was scrunched up tight when she rushed the last words andAinz stared at her in confusion. The words had garbled together, so he wasn’t able to understand it.

“I couldn’t understand. Could you repeat that?”

“I uh said that I um have to eat humanoids to live.”

Her voice lowered to a whisper at the end but he was able to understand this time.

“Really?” He asked with an amazed tone.

“Yes, uh I think it's from being a man eating naga. I tried it out and can’t eat other food...Wait, why aren’t you upset with me??”

Her voice was incredulous as she asked but Ainz couldn’t do anything but smile in response.

“I was worried about the same thing actually. I’ve probably done things worse than you have and thought you may hate me for it.”

“What? I, I guess you also don’t feel guilty about what you’ve done either.”

“No, not really. I know the human side of me would be disgusted but I just don’t feel anything about it.”

Kelpie shifted her eyes away.

“I don’t feel guilt, but I feel regret? Sadness?Some kind of way I don’t know how to describe. There are so many new emotions that I don’t know how to deal with or categorize. I feel so lost. I thought when you found out, you’d be disgusted and never want to see me. Maybe there was even a part of me that wanted it, so I could actually feel bad about it.”

Her breathing quickened and she clutched her throat at the beginning of a panic attack. Moving quickly, he pulled her into another hug and rubbed her back soothingly.

“I can’t claim to know what to do about everything, but I know that things’ll be easier with the two of us together. We’ll figure it out. Ok?”

Kelpie nodded into his chest and he ignored the wetness on the front of his robe.

“Once you feel better, how about you come with us to Nazarick and officially meet the NPCs? I’ll properly explain things so you won’t get attacked again.”

Kelpie laughed and leaned back to look at him.

“I don’t know, it keeps my skills fresh”

Ainz opened his mouth into a large grin.

“In that case, i’ll have them all attack you at once. See how long you last.”

“I said keep my skills fresh, not murder me.”

They both smiled at each other, then began to laugh. Kelpie let go of him and lightly slapped his arm.

“Thanks Momonga.”

“You’re welcome, though i’ve actually changed my name to Ainz Ooal Gown.”

“Pff well aren’t you the little narcissist? Naming yourself after the guild.”

“I uh well i just thought it would help others find me, you know?”

Kelpie laughed harder and gave him a soft smile.

“I do, thank you...Ainz.”

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pastellhunny · 5 years ago

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•Under the Red Sky•

Chapter 1. The Introduction

Alastor walked mindlessly down the side walk of a crimson world with an everlasting smile upon his lips. His golden yellow teeth sharp as razors always glaring at passerby's. With all the killing he could do Alastor found himself to be quite bored with things nothing that interesting has happened besides his normal day to day things like talking to Rosie and laughing about the other low life's flooding into hell. That's the thing though instead of evil and tormented petrified souls coming to the place they belong in they're getting fished out like side dishes at an all you can eat buffet. The yearly purge or "cleanse" as it's called due to overcrowding flushes out hundreds upon hundreds of demons every 666 days. Alastors smile stretched as he remembered that the all mighty god and his children orchestrate this event. "How pitiful" Alastor thought to himself. A God who destroys his own misbehaved children by having his well behaved children wipe them out of existence. Ironic maybe..

Alastors thoughts were interrupted by the sound of static and a female voice singing, an annoying sound to him at most, the tv static not the singing. Thanks to his "pal" Vox just hearing the incoherent noises a tv makes in it's void of connection makes him wretch. But still with a smile on his face he turned to the source. Almost instantly demons crowded around the class that guarded the tvs. A flicker of intrigue shined through the red demons florescent eyes as he looked on at the screens. A closer look was indeed needed as the princess of hell herself was beaming upon the screens. Alastor stepped forward his presence alone sent chills down the other demons spines as they swiftly moved away from the radio demon. On the screen the princess of hell seemed to have been promoting that new hotel that was built. yet she was singing about a "happy hotel?" Alastor laughed to himself, "What and absolute sham.." Yet Alastor couldn't shake the feeling of interest the young demoness sparked within him. He certainly couldn't resist after a quite hilarious fight broke out between the princess and one of the demon news reporters. "Oh what a nasty brawl wish i were there in person to see!" Alastor yet again laughed to himself, his mind was made up and his boredom seemed to be quenched, it had found its next source.

Charlie returned back to the hotel which in a sense was her home. Well especially since she lived there after all. After a sh!t show that was the news broadcasts only meant to promote he hotel she felt quite terrible. An overbearing feeling of dread filled her as she suspected her fathers words to be true. Vaggie and Angel were getting into it so charlie just slipped out the front door to make a quick call to her mother. Not that her mother would return it, it just felt nice to at least pretend like someone was listening to her.

Little did she know someone was listening to her. Alastor had arrived at just the right time to see a gleam of dispair shine through the usual happy and giddy princess. A side he figured lingered within her like everyone else but seeing a lady cry never made Alastor happy. Alastor stood proper and prim as he made his way over to the damsel in distress only to have her turn and shut the door on his nose as soon as he reached out to tap her on the shoulder.

Charlie walked back inside and closed the door but not a second later a knock came to the door with the sound of radio static outside. Charlie's eyes widened as she carefully reached for the and opened it to reveal a demon in a red suit and color scheme.

"Hell-" the door closed but charlie's opened it again to make sure what she saw was real.

"lo!-" she closed it again.

"Oh god." she said aloud to herself. She opened the door slowly this time and peered her head around it carefully.

"May i speak now?" the Radio demon said as his smile widened. His eyes lowered to her soft rosy cheeks. "what a sight" Alastor thought.

"Um you may but can i ask are you here to be redeemed?" Charlie asked with a glint of hope and a little smile on her face.

Alastor noticed this little smile it made his eyes soften for a moment before he went back to his usual demeanor. He opened the door with a burst of energy letting himself in. "HAHAHhaha, no ofcourse not my dear!"

Charlie was a bit bewildered, "Then why are you here? Please if you've come to mock me you can let yourself out i know you've probably seen the news anyway." Charlie said as she gestured towards the door with a bit of sadness in her voice.

"What? No ofcourse i don't want to mock you my dear! Why that show was quite entertaining and it's just what i was looking for!" Alastor beamed as he projected his voice enough for the other patrons, aka Angel and Vaggie, to hear.

"Oh yeah and what's that?" Charlie asked referring to what he was searching for.

"Why something to cure my boredom you devilish girl!~" Alastor said whilst spinning round charlie and ending with an arm around her shoulder and his face awfully close to hers

Charlie blushed at the sudden closeness and creeped her way back to her own little bubble. "So you're gonna help with the hotel just cause you're bored?"

"Precisely! Let's call this investment for my entertainment." Al said with a big showy smile on his face once again leaning down to meet charlie's gaze and popping her little personal bubble of space. "I want to watch the scum of the earth and all sinners alike climb the ladder of redemption only to fall back down in the firery pit of failure" Al finished with a red glow in his eyes along with an amused expression at the very thought of it.

"Um Yeah." Charlie brushes off nervously. Just then the other patrons, aka Vaggie and Angel come scurrying you're see who the new person was.

"Oh hey guys." Charlie said with a nervous smile as the tall red demon loomed over her and stared at the other patrons with a sickening smile.

"Oh charlie tell me you did not just make a deal with the radio demon!?" Vaggie blurred out as she drew her spear and pointed it at Al.

"No no relax Vaggie i didn't make any-"

"Unless you'd like to make a deal my dear!" Al quickly proposed as his brow furrowed and his smile widened.

"NO no no deals! Okay?" if charlie knew anything it was to not make any deals with a demon let alone the radio demon himself.

Angel piped in with a little giggle, "What? you scared of this guy. He looks like a strawberry pimp HA!"

Vaggie slapped Angel on one of his arms, "Show some respect he could kill us in the blink of an eye." she said quietly as she gritted her teeth.

A little rumble of static sifted its way through the air around Alastor not before stopping the moment Charlie turn to Al suspiciously.

"Okay so no deals but by the power and status invested in me i hear by ask you to stay and aid the hotel.. for as long as you'd like... and no tricks or voodoo magic or anything got it." Charlie finished as she eyed Alastor up and down.

"You have my word my dear." Al said with an unusually more sinister smile than before. Little did Charlie know his shadow had its claws crossed. Al stood confident as he forged an idea of what exactly he could obtain from this little adventure with the princess. His smile grew ever so widely, his pupils small he had somewhat of a deranged look in his eyes as he realized what he really wanted to do. He laughed to himself quietly as Vaggie and Charlie talked back and forth about their situation. "Those angels will get what they deserve and so will the big man upstairs." and with that thought Al stepped forward and swooped his arm around Charlie as he pulled her forward and away from Vaggie. "Now come my dear enough of this senseless bickering its time to do business!"

(So the rest just follows in suit to what happens in the pilot, like Alastor bringing Nifty and Husk into the whole ordeal.)(to note Charlie and Vaggie are not together in this au but still are really close friends)

A few weeks have passed since Alastor joined the gang. No other demon has showed up to the hotel other than to maybe throw food or make fun of the mere idea of the hotel. Funny thing is even if Alastor has no care for the cause he still scared the living daylights out of anyone trying to tarnesh the hotel and its name. On the outside could be mistaken for Alastors boredom getting the better of him, afterall demon hunting was a fun hobby of his. Yet perhaps it was something deeper than that that kept him around going out of his way to do things for the hotel. Besides what Alastor was plotting, the hotel was rather enjoyable especially when the princess would be around him. He did enjoy her company though and found himself to do things in her favor. Maybe just to please her to get closer to her and his goal or rather something else. Alastor shook away his thoughts when he saw the young princess scurrying around like a madman. "What is she up to?"

Al snuck up behind Charlie as she fumbled around with books looking to be some sort of old phone books.

"My dear may i ask what you're doing?" Alastor said whilst leaning over with a curious grin on his face.

Charlie jumped in surprise, "Oh god you scared me Al"

Al huh a new nickname for him but he didn't appose to the sudden change. He kinda liked how comfortable she was getting.

"I'm just uh sorting through some old phone books to see if i can rent out a place for the hotel" Charlie said as she flipped through pages.

"Space? Don't we have enough of that here! haha" Alastor joked while he spun and gestured to the wide open space of the main area.

"Yes but it's not preferable for dancing." Charlie laughed with a little smile.

A sudden radio blip crackled through Alastor.

Charlie thought to herself "Did that startled him?"

"Dancing? DANCING? Why my dear no need to waste money this room exact is perfect for a ball. Why i'll have this place ready in no time for you my dear-"

Charlie jumped up and put her arms on Als shoulder for just a second then retracted them a little out of fear but just to calm him down. "Hey, hey that's okay look i know we have plenty of room i just don't want the hotel trashed by people who don't even care about it."

Al noticed the sudden jerk of her arms when they retreated. Another blip cracked through him with a little static as he tilted his head to the side with a smile. For a moment Charlie mistook it for sadness in his smile but when she looked again it was gone and back to its normal sinister self.

Alastor hummed in response then took up a few books.

"Hey i need those?" Charlie said with a confused look on her face.

Angel who was passed out at the bar awoke to a giant book being slammed next to his face.

"AGHHHHHHH jeez what'd you do that for smiles?!" Angel cried as he jumped up from his nap.

"Hey you insulant porn star help Charlie look for a dance room or so help me." Alastor threatened as static loomed around him and radio cracks and blips seemed through but this was to no avail.

"Yes sir, i like it when you take charge~" Angel commented with a perverted joke as always and a wide smug smile present on his face.

Alastor pretended he didn't hear that and reluctantly went over to Vaggie. Him and Vaggie haven't gotten along in the slightest since his arrival at the hotel. He glared at her as he handed her the book, Vaggie sneered at him as she took the book from his grasp. And with that Al gave a book to both Husk and Nifty and had the whole hotel staff searching for a place.

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part 2 part 3

#chalastor #charlastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel #charlastor fanfic #hazbin fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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angelfire115 · 5 years ago

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Part 26

The hotel was silent once more, it pretty much was mainly that throughout the day. Tia did occasionly come out and chat with everyone. She was so kind, she wasn't even scared of Alastor, didn't mind Angels sexual jokes or Husks bad drinking or even Niftys' insane energy. All around, she was the most humane person there. It kind of put everyone off but not in a bad way. Their proof for kind demons was also Charlie, even with the swearing and that brawl, Charlie was also nice so everyone rolled with it.

As night approached, everyone disappeared to their rooms. Well, except for Al, he didn't live at the hotel but had his own home to go to. Before he left though, Charlie stopped him. Charlie: "Hey Al, um, I just wanted to say, I'm not mad about the fight earlier, it was kind of my fault anyway". Now why would she say that? It was Vaggie who started and Alastor who made it worse. Alastor: "How is your fault my dear? You didn't do anything wrong". Charlie looked away, a bit nervous but then looked at him again. Charlie: "*sigh* maybe, anyway is your shoulder ok? Sorry I didn't ask earlier but it looked really bad".

Alastor then remembered that painful sensation in his shoulder, he'd forgot about it, he was so concentrated on Charlie's happy and bright aura it left his mind. Remembering seemed to make it worse but he didn't show it, he just smiled to his love and fluttered his red eyes. Alastor: "Thank you for your concern dear but it is no problem, I barely feel it". Charlie wasn't so sure, the wound had to be deep but then again, he looked pretty ok, he is a strong demon after all. Charlie decided to trust him, if anything, he could handle it, right?

She watched as Alastor left the building her smile didn't leave her face till he left. She was so concerned but she didn't want to bother him too much. She's already done enough of that today. With a short sigh, she made her way to her room. While walking the halls she noticed a red stain that wasn't usually there. It was blood, the blood made it look like a bloody hand print. She inspected the blood, who could have done this?

Angel dust came walking by as well and noticed the princess staring at the wall. Angel dust: "Yo Charlie, whatcha starin at the wall for?" He looked where she was looking and saw the stain. His eyes widen a little but he thought for a second. Angel dust: "Huh, blood, wonder who did that.. Wait, didn't smiles have that injury, maybe it's his?". This made the princess heart drop, it made sense, this was Als' blood and by the look of it, he wasn't taking it well.

She rushed past Angel, down the stairs and out the door. Angel ran after her, confused as hell on what she was doing. When she was out the door, she ran full speed. Angel dust: "HEY WAIT, WHERE ARE YOU GOING??!" He called out to her but she didn't answer. Angels never seen her or anyone this concerned, this could though, conclude his suspicion. This princess was head over heels in love with the radio demon.

Meanwhile Charlie ran so fast, she was at his house within seconds. Even though when she walked there last time, it took a few minutes. His house wasn't far from the hotel which made it convenient for him. But that's not something she could concern herself with. She was even more panicked as she noticed bloody hand prints and blood droplets all along the path. Even the door knob was covered in blood.

She banged on the door as hard as she could, not caring if it disturbed any of the neighbours. Charlie: "AL? AL ITS ME CHARLIE, OPEN THE DOOR!". There was no answer, she became more worried. She had no choice, she held both hands on the door knob and slammed her body on it as hard as she could over and over again. Within 3 hits, the door swung open and she fell right in. She noticed on the floor she fell on, there was more blood. She got up quickly and searched the house, following the blood trail that lead to an open and lit up door.

Charlie: "Al? Are you there?". She slowly walked towards the light, as she peaked around the corner she noticed it was a bathroom with Alastor, sitting at the bathtub. His shirt was off and his back was exposed. On his left shoulder was the wound, it looked horrible and extremely deep. Blood was everywhere in the bathroom as well. Alastor turned seeing her horrified look, he was surprised she was there.

Alastor: "Charlie, what are you doing here?". A small radio played beside him as well, on top of the sink. Probably why he didn't hear her. Charlie was still too shocked to answer at first but she swallowed her vomit that almost came out. Charlie: "I-I was worried, y-you, I saw, the blood stains and I-". She couldn't speak all that well, she wasn't really used to seeing blood and gore. Especially this close and this real. Alastor turned to her fully, his smile was still on his face but he didn't look all that well.

Alastor: "Charlie my dear, you worry too much, I'm fine, it isn't the first time really". Because his shirt was off, Charlie was able to see his skin and even, his past wounds. Some looked newer then others. There was so many of them, guess his past was pretty hectic. Some look like cuts and stabs, some looked like gun wounds and more. She slowly walked towards him, so captivated on those old wounds like they were hypnotising her. She reached and touched one of them, the largest one on his body that went from his shoulder to half way down his chest.

Her expression was now sad, he had so many, how could he still be alive from it all. Alastor flinched a little from her touch but settled. Watching her hand stroke that wound made the memories flow of that time. He gently grabbed her hand, holding it in his. Her hands were soft and warm while his were cold and sharp. Alastor: "Heh, don't worry dear, many battles create many wounds, my life wasn't the easiest".

Charlie stood there not moving, she was still sad but still warmed by his gentle touch. He pressed his lips on her hand, giving it a gentle kiss. Charlie clenched her chest, her heart racing a million miles a second but she didn't move or make a sound. Alastor: "But for you my dear, I hoped you'd never see them". He raised his head to look into her eyes, they looked so gentle and beautiful like shining pearls. The air quickly turned sour when Alastor winced in pain. They'd almost completely forgot about his bleeding wound.

Charlie panicked, she's never done anything like this before. Alastor reached for a bottle of alcohol. He placed it over his shoulder, about to pour it on the wound to disinfect it but the second it hit he quickly pulled it away as the pain was too much to bare. Charlie watched with a fearful expression. She was hesitant but wanted to help. Alastor turned back to Charlie but reached the bottle towards her. Alastor: "I'm sorry to ask you this Charlie but would be a dear and pour this on my wound for me?". His face was riddled with regret but if the wound was to be left exposed for too long, it would get worse.

Charlie reached for the bottle, every action she took was hesitant for her fear trickled in her stomach. But she came here to help in any way possible. She stepped closer to Al and slowly poured the liquid on his exposed wound. Alastor winced in pain, trying his best to keep his voice in and his body still. Charlie: *It must hurt like hell*. She wasn't wrong, the alcohol helped but it was incredibly painful. A few minutes had past, his wound was finally wrapped up in bandages and the blood was all cleaned and gone.

She was a bit proud of herself for being brave but felt bad for the pain. Charlie: "Will you be alright now?". Charlie leaned over towards Alastor, they both had moved themselves to the lounge room. Alastor sat in silence for a few minutes while putting on a shirt, he was in the presence of a princess. Alastor: "I will be dear, thank you for your help". Once he was finished placing on a shirt and buttoning it up. He turned his attention to his unexpected companion.

Alastor: "You are full of surprises sweetheart, not only did you run all the way here during the night but even crashed through my door?". They both turned their attention to the slightly banged up door. Alastor chuckled at this thought, she was incredibly amusing. Charlie expression turned a bit embarrassed, she felt bad that she almost broke his door. She was in so much of a panic she wasn't really thinking straight. Charlie: "Sorry for that, I wasn't thinking straight". Alastor waved his hand, dismissing her apology. Alastor: "Do not worry my dear, you've made my night quite entertaining".

They sat in silence, they've been in this position before but from different circumstances. It didn't however make the mood anymore lighter. Although Charlie was quite exhausted, running here, banging that door open, then helping Al with his exposed stab wound drained her completely. She needed to get back although it seems even more exhausting to think about.

Alastor noticed her tired expression and took a deep breath. He placed his elbow on his leg and leaned into his palm, looking at her. Alastor: "You look tired dear, if you want, you can stay here for the night". Charlie looked up at him in surprise but looked away as her face slightly blushed. Charlie: "I-I don't know Al, I've already troubled you enough". Alastor closed his eyes but stayed in the same position. Alastor: "Do not worry, you can take my bed, I'll sleep out here". Charlie backed up a bit, sleeping, in his bed, in his house. WHAT??!

Charlie: "No no no no, it's fine, you shouldn't do that, anyway you need to rest better then I do, you're still hurt, I couldn't let you do that". Alastor grin became wide, showing more teeth then he has all day. He leaned in closer to the princess right to her ear. Charlie tried to back away but the couches edge stopped her. Alastor: "How about we sleep together then?" Charlie's face burst into red colour while steam came from her face. Alastor always teased her but this was too far. Him whispering such a sultry thing in her ear and being so close was heart wrenching at best.

Charlie: "I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I....". She couldn't speak any kind of words or any other language for that matter. Her face burned so much it could catch on fire. Alastor chuckled at the amusing princess, her embarrassed and flustered expression never failed to be entertaining. Alastor: "I'm joking my dear, you should know that, but it might be true my wounds need time to heal, they aren't as important as your beauty sleep, the couch maybe comfortable for sitting but not for sleeping". That's wasn't really true though, Charlie had a pretty good sleep on this couch last time she was here.

Charlie was still though, not very good on the idea of sleeping on his bed. But he wouldn't give up on his gentleman ways. She could walk back to the hotel but he would definitely offer to go with her. She could call Vaggie or someone to pick her up but it was so late she didn't want to bother anyone. She had no idea what to do. But the idea perked into her mind, it was embarrassing and she knew he was joking but it would be the only way to satisfy both parties on how this will go.

Charlie hesitated to say anything but worked up her courage. Charlie: "I-I guess, if it's the only way then, I wouldn't, I wouldn't mind... s-sleeping with you". She was so embarrassed, she didn't even look at him. Alastor perked up so quickly it hurt his back in which he winced in pain. Charlie saw this and rushed to help but the second they looked at each other, her face went red again. Charlie backed away in panic, her face becoming hot. Charlie: "I-I'M SORRY, that was stupid to say I know, I just thought that because you, um".

Silence filled the room once more, Charlie sat twiddling her fingers while Al sat a fair distance from her holding his shoulder. The pain slowly went away but that wasn't what was on his mind. Her words were a shock, such a bold move from the princess. Alastor smile grew big again. He chuckled, then laughed a hole heartly one. The night became better and better, the princess becoming more and more irresistible within each moment.

Charlie stared at him, very confused. It didn't take long for her to realise what it was about. How dumb she felt, saying something like that, of course he found it funny. Alastor noticed her angry look and looked away himself. He didn't mean to give her that message. Alastor: "I'm sorry my dear but I couldn't help it, you're incredibly bold for saying such things". Charlie quickly snapped her head to him which surprised him a little. Charlie: "I just was concerned is all, you need your rest because of your wound but you won't let me leave on my own or sleep on the couch because you're being a gentleman". She crossed her arms in an angry humph.

Alastor absorbed this information, it was true though, he wouldn't let her leave on her own or let her sleep on the couch. Guess she felt like it would be the only option. But I guess seeing how this would go would be funny too. Alastor: "Well if it's the only way we'd come to compromise then Ill take you on that". Alastor stood up, walked toward her till he was in front of her. He reached his hand to her chin then lifted to gaze in her eyes. Alastor: "Are you ready?". His deep, sultry voice was back and it sent shivers down her spine. She would never be ready for this but had no choice. How annoyingly heart wrenching this all was?

#hazbin hotel #charlastor #Charlie #Alastor #Angel dust #Tia Charlise OC #oof #I pretty much gave up halfway #I'm so tired #it's like 5am #but I was bored so I typed it #time for bed though #see ya later #heartbeat #part 26

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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 25

During the limo ride to town, Alastor and Rosie chatted merrily about what type of dress Alastor wanted his bride to wear.

Vaggie was held against Alastor’s side, but despite that, she was not listening.

Vaggie was looking out the window while covertly looking into the maps in her purse. She had drawn a map of everything she could see and remember. Included among them was a map from downtown back to Alastor’s manor.

The map was not perfect, but it was good enough to give Charlie an idea of where to go to find Alastor’s home. Vaggie doublechecked the route on her map to make sure of it as they continued on their journey. Fortunately for Vaggie, the further on they drove, the more her map was confirmed to be correct.

Vaggie turned her head towards Alastor and Rosie. Thankfully, the two of them were far too engrossed in their conversation to pay attention to anything Vaggie was doing.

Vaggie smiled in relief as the limo finally entered the downtown area. Once Charlie had these maps, she’d be able to find her and Angel for sure. The only problem was getting them to her.

Unfortunately, the only solution Vaggie could think of was her idea she told Angel. Vaggie would pretend the maps were breakup letters to Charlie and tell Alastor that she wanted Charlie to receive the letters before they went home. By some miracle, Alastor would buy it and use his magic to send the “letters” himself.

This idea was horrible. Vaggie knew it, but she didn’t have any better ideas and a bad idea was better than no idea at all. Maybe Alastor would buy it after they chose a wedding dress when he was in too blissfully merry a mood to question anything…

“We’re here!” Alastor suddenly yelled catching Vaggie’s attention again.

In no time at all, Alastor, Vaggie, and Rosie parked their limo outside a wedding dress emporium.

From the design, Vaggie could tell that it was another store Rosie owned, except it was much bigger. Much, much bigger.

“Here, we are,” Rosie said proudly letting herself out of Alastor’s limo. “I have more wedding dresses here than in anywhere else in Hell. It’ll be impossible to not find what we’re looking for.”

Alastor’s smiled wider and said, “Oh, this will be magnificent. Don’t you agree, Vaggie?”

Vaggie immediately perked up and said, “Oh, yes. I can’t wait.”

“Marvelous,” Rosie replied. “Now, if you two will follow me…”

Rosie walked ahead of them while Alastor took Vaggie’s arm and walked her to the front doors of the emporium’s entrance.

Once they stepped into the door, Vaggie’s mouth fell open and her eyes grew wide in shock.

The store was larger than any Vaggie had seen in her own life or even on the TV novellas she watched with her mother. As far as her eye could see, there were wedding gowns from every era of history and every culture, from ancient Mesopotamia to modern, for everyone from Western Europeans to the Aboriginals. Vaggie was absolutely speechless.

“Beautiful, isn’t it, darling?” Alastor said smiling delightfully at Vaggie’s amazement.

“I’ve never seen any place like this one,” Vaggie said honestly.

Alastor smiled, held Vaggie in a hug, and said, “Well, of course, I only get the best for my perfect bride-to-be.”

Vaggie involuntarily grimaced at Alastor’s touch and said, “Yeah.”

“Alright, lovebirds,” Rosie said merrily. “We have a lot of ground to cover, so I say we get to the 1930’s section and get to work.”

“Right, you are, Rosie,” Alastor said letting go of Vaggie. “And since we have so much ground to cover, I say the three of us should split up to look for the perfect dress.”

Vaggie froze in shock.

Rosie’s face fell nervously for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and replied, “Alastor, this store is quite large. Vaggie might get…lost…in a store this big. I don’t think we should…”

“Oh, Rosie, you worry too much,” Alastor interrupted with a chuckle. “We’ll all be in the same part of the store. There’s no way Vaggie could get lost. Even if she does, she can ask one of your many employees for help. Besides, Vaggie has behaved so well. I think she has earned a little space for herself. Don’t you think?”

Vaggie could not believe what she was hearing. Apparently, neither could Rosie.

Rosie walked closer to Alastor as Vaggie stood meekly to the side and pretended not to listen.

In a low voice that she thought Vaggie couldn’t hear, Rosie said, “Alastor, normally, I’m not one to question your judgment, but now that we’re here in public in a place where she could so easily run away, this would be just the perfect opportunity for her to…”

“Rosie,” Alastor interrupted. “I know what I’m doing. You need to trust me. Think of this as a test.”

Alastor looked over at Vaggie clearly checking to see if she was listening in. Vaggie quickly turned away and pretended to be looking at a baroque period dress hanging on a rack.

The pair walked away and continued their conversation at a distance Vaggie couldn’t listen in from.

It was all Vaggie could do to stand still to not reveal the adrenaline running through her veins. This could be her chance and Alastor and Rosie knew it. She’d have to find a way to outsmart the most cunning kingpins in all of hell.

Psssssssssttttttttt.

A quiet whisper woke Vaggie from her thoughts.

Pssssssssttttttt.

The sound was coming from behind the rack, so Vaggie moved the clothes aside to see Nifty hiding behind them.

“Hi, Vaggie!” Nifty whispered.

“Nifty?” Vaggie said checking over her shoulder just to see Alastor and Rosie still preoccupied with their discussion. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, wow, is that a long story,” Nifty said in her quick yet adorable voice. “Okay, not really. A few days ago, Charlie came home all sad and told us what happened and that Alastor had kidnapped you and Angel and she was about to cry so I made her some tea and she drank it and came up with a plan…”

“A plan?” Vaggie interrupted.

“Uh huh,” Nifty continued happily snapping pictures of Vaggie on her phone. “Yes, siree. Charlie stood up in her chair and said out loud that she would not give up until you and Angel were safe and sound and that if her Dad wouldn’t help you then she’d find you herself if she had to search everywhere in hell. But she didn’t know where to start so she got up and started pacing the floor and she paced and paced and paced for a super long time until she had an idea. She said that you and Alastor would have to visit a bridal gown shop at some point so she said that we should all go out and look for you and then follow you home without Alastor seeing so that we could come and save you but Husk didn’t wanna come even though Charlie begged and pleaded and begged but Husk still kept saying no. So, Charlie told him he could stay in the hotel and watch over the building while she and I checked out every bridal shop in hell so we could find you. And now, I’m here and I need to call Charlie so if you excuse me…”

“Wait,” Vaggie interrupted, opening her purse and handing her the maps that she had made. “Give these to Charlie. These are maps I’ve made that will show her the way to Alastor’s manor and help her navigate the house. Keep these in a safe place and get them to Charlie as soon as you can. Can you do that?”

“Of course,” Nifty said as she took the maps and stuck them in the pockets of her dress. “I’m always glad to help. Now, I just need to call Charlie and you’ll be peachy keen.”

“You’d better go outside to make that call,” Vaggie said. “Alastor will be back at any…”

“Did you see something you like, dear?” Alastor asked interrupting Vaggie’s thoughts.

Vaggie turned around to look at him and then looked back at the rack where Nifty was standing only to see that she had scuttled away.

“Yes,” Vaggie lied as she grabbed a random dress of the rack. “I really like this one. What do you think?”

Vaggie held up a plain, white long-sleeved dress clearly meant for a 16th-century English peasant’s wedding. She internally facepalmed, but she kept up her smile and her composure.

“Whatever drew you to these rags?” Alastor asked in disbelief.

“It reminds me of my roots,” Vaggie lied.

“But, Vaggie, this dress is so plain and ugly,” Alastor said in disgust gently taking the dress and hanging it back on the rack. “It is too primitive-looking for a divine beauty such as yourself. You are going to be a queen and we need to dress you like it.”

“If you think that’s what’s best, dear,” Vaggie said as submissively as she could manage.

“Dear?” Alastor said in surprise holding his finger under Vaggie’s chin. “That’s the first time you’ve ever used an affectionate nickname with me.”

Vaggie gulped nervously and said, “Well, honey, we are getting married…”

Suddenly, Alastor pulled Vaggie into a tight hug, practically knocking the breath out of her.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re finally warming up to me,” Alastor said rubbing Vaggie’s back. “That makes me so…Nifty?”

Vaggie’s heart sank into the floor as she heard Nifty reply, “Alastor?”

Alastor let go of Vaggie and she slowly turned around to see Nifty frozen nervously trying to keep her composure.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise?” Vaggie said pretending to be as shocked as Alastor was.

But instead of responding, Alastor silently approached Nifty who simply stood in place and smiled, not giving him any indication that anything was out of the ordinary, despite the fact that it clearly was.

Vaggie’s blood ran cold as Alastor leaned down to the little cyclops’s level with his unflappable smile, and asked, “My dear, what ever are you doing here?”

Nifty looked at Vaggie who looked back at her with pleading eyes. That wasn’t lost on Alastor who quickly turned around to catch Vaggie’s expression.

Vaggie’s face returned to a relaxed and unconcerned expression, but Alastor was clearly suspicious.

“Oh, man! You know how I like to sew?” Nifty began to ramble excitedly in an effort to ease the tension. “I was just looking at dresses for ideas…”

“Is that so, dear?” Alastor asked putting a hand on Nifty’s shoulder.

“It sure is!” Nifty replied happily.

Alastor snapped back upwards, resumed his upbeat tone, and said, “Well, in that case, why don’t you help me and Vaggie with our wedding dress shopping? You know that whatever dress we pick will likely need alterations and I can think of no one better for doing those alterations but you. So, what do you say?”

Nifty looked at Vaggie nervously and back to Alastor.

“I would love to,” Nifty said. “Yes, sir-ee! Nothing would make me happier, but I couldn’t leave Charlie without help at the hotel…”

“Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head about that, dearie,” Alastor said merrily. “We’ll have the alterations done as soon as we pick out the dress. With you and Rosie working together, you’ll have the work done just in time for dinner. Charlie will hardly miss you.”

“Uh, I guess that’s okay,” Nifty said saluting happily. “I’m ready for duty.”

“Excellent,” Alastor said clapping his hands together for emphasis.

“Oh, Alastor!” Rosie called out merrily walking up to the couple with her assistant clad in black following behind her. “My assistant Sybil just brought me the most beautiful wedding dress that you two absolutely must see…Oh, hello there, Nifty.”

“Hi, Rosie,” Nifty said with a wave.

“Nifty was in the store looking for dress ideas, so I’ve enlisted her to help you alter the dress tonight,” Alastor said in a completely genuine tone that didn’t belie any suspicion on the surface. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Why yes, it is,” Rosie replied with an understanding look. “Perfect timing, too. This dress is absolutely perfect.”

“Oh, goodie!” Alastor said excitedly. “Let us see it!”

Rosie stepped aside as the assistant held up one of the most beautiful wedding dresses Vaggie had ever seen in her entire life.

The white dress had a bodice, skirt, and short train made of silk. The bodice stopped above the chest while long sleeves of lace embroidered with flowers covered the arms and shoulders and formed a collar at the next and a bow in the back.

Alastor was absolutely stunned. Vaggie would have liked the dress if it wasn’t meant for her and visibly grimaced.

“Rosie, that dress is absolutely gorgeous!” Alastor exclaimed before turning to Nifty and Vaggie. “This is it! The perfect dress for my perfect bride! Don’t you think?”

“Ooh, it’s so pretty!” Nifty cooed as she ran over and touched the fabric.

“It is indeed,” Alastor said. “What do you think, Vaggie, my love?”

“It is really nice,” Vaggie replied with the best smile she could muster.

“Then, it’s settled,” Alastor said with a smile as he ushered Vaggie and Nifty towards Rosie and Sybil. “Rosie, why don’t you and Nifty take Vaggie to the dressing room to get the dress taken care of? I’ll wait out here. It’s bad luck to see a bride in her gown before the wedding after all.”

“Of course, Alastor,” Rosie said carrying the dress with Vaggie and Nifty following behind her.

Vaggie looked at Nifty nervously. Nifty simply flashed a nervous smile as they followed Rosie into the dressing area.

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