#seras without a cock is like an Angel without wings

[cry-ptidd]

Hey Nev!

I was (totally not stalking) on your Twitter and I saw a…certain post involving Seras topping Alucard and I was wondering…could we expect a fic of that drawing anytime soon? 😫🙏

Im also trying to find a way to start the damned drawing of Alucard in a full Nelson so there's that,

but if you guys actually want a fic on that old man getting obliterated by his fledgling I'm more than happy to oblige

[wendigonamecaller]

Can't Forget To Love You.

Desc: Azure, Alastor’s darling wife, died tragically and suddenly one night from tuberculosis. Ever since then, Alastor had become ruthless in his killings. Finally, he meets his end and hopes the pain from losing his bird would end, only for it to hurt tenfold when he wakes up in Hell with Azure nowhere to be found. Almost a century later, his thoughts are once again captivated by her essence just as an Angel falls and decides to help Charlie out with her dream.

TW: cannon type violence, death, angst, Azure is a fallen angel, Azure is secretly unhinged, emotional Alastor, Alastor in denial, Azure doesn’t realize Alastor was her Alastor at first, Azure falls because she defends her husband against Adam and Sera. Eventual smut, cursing, both Alastor and Azure try to beat around the bush, Alastor tries to protect her by pushing her away.

Taglist: @redfoxwritesstuff

Chapter tw: smut in the beginning, human!al x human!azure smut, cursing, penetration, husband/wife dynamic, dom/sub dynamics. Angst. The comfort comes soon I promise.

MDNI!!!!!

Chapter 4: We Had Love Where It Wasn’t Supposed To Be.

A hand lightly wrapped around Azure’s petite throat and her hands just barely slipped against the wood of her husband’s desk, her hips pressed firmly into the oak as hips drilled into her from behind. “Such a good wife,” The man behind her purred into her ear, his teeth catching the cartilage and tugging as he groaned and his free hand squeezed her hip tightly.

She mewled, nails digging into the wood and leaving cute little crescent moon dents in the wood as she neared her release, the hand on her hip moving to instead circle her clit. “C’mon pretty little angel, let go, release on your husband’s cock.” The man behind her growled, and Azure whimpered as one of her hands left the desk to dig her nails into the skin of his arm.

“It’s okay baby, I’ve got you cher you can let go.” He groaned, hips stuttering.

He bit into her neck, and she found herself coming undone around her husband.

Azure jolted up, panting and sweating as her eyes focused on the darkness that captivated her new room. She felt her ear twitch and quickly recasted the spell for them to be hidden.

She got dressed in a lower thigh black long sleeve dress that showed off her shoulders with a brown belt securing it to her waist, finishing it off with a pair of black heels. The hind was met with Alastor in the kitchen, making coffee with the french press and she decided to simply leave the kitchen quietly so she didn’t disturb him, but didn't get far before Alastor is addressing her.

“Coffee my dear?” He asked, fixing her with those captivating red eyes.

Azure nods timidly, shyly standing in the doorway to the kitchen so as to not disrupt his personal space. Alastor chuckles before approaching her. He held his clawed hand out for her, and she hesitantly placed her much smaller hand in his before she’s pulled further into the kitchen.

“Come now dear, I don’t bite. Much.” The comment had the hind laughing, her shoulders relaxing just a little bit as she stands next to Alastor.

The coffee finishes brewing and he fixes her coffee for her, and Azure is decently surprised when it’s exactly to her liking. “Thank you.” She muttered, and the stag simply chuckled and gave her a more genuine smile in return.

“What’s up with the smile?” The ex-angel asked, her white irises taking in his yellow grin.

He chuckled again, “Why my dear, you’re never fully dressed without one.” He tells her, something akin to hope gleaming in his eyes.

She hums, a small smile of her own gracing her black painted lips. “Sounds like something my husband would say.” She commented, and something warm swirled in her gut at his hopeful look becoming more noticeable.

“What’s with the blood wings?” He asked in return.

She chuckled. “I was an Angel.” She tells him, sipping on her coffee. His eyebrows raise.

“An Angel?” He asked, seemingly more interested now.

She nodded. “I was castout.” She tells him, getting the feeling that she just might be able to trust him. Her intuition had never been wrong before.

“My, whatever for sweetheart?” He asked, the radio filter thickening for a second. In fact, she’d just noticed he even had a radio filter.

“A couple of the higher Angels were slandering my husband, and trying to embarrass me because I believe somehow, somewhere he’s still the man I married.” Her smile was sullen, but a glint of silent hope lit up her otherwise dull eyes.

“I’m sure in some ways he is.” Is all Alastor says, swallowing hard when she isn’t paying attention.

Azure’s first week went by easily, learning that there was a now bi-annual extermination however didn't leave her in a sound mind.

Was redemption really worth it if heaven was just full of self-righteous assholes that called themselves ethereal beings?

Every time she was around Alastor, the hind was filled with nostalgia, adoration, and a sense of loss. She practiced fighting techniques tirelessly with the residents, mainly Sir Pentious and Husk, Nifty would join every so often and Azure would teach her different ways to stab with a needle or small blade.

Husk was protective of Azure, that much was obvious, and Pentious seemed to think of her as family. Both sinners having protected her when Angel had been a little too brazen one time, she’d begun seeing them in the same light.

“Nif?” The hind called, and the little cyclops sinner gave her the attention she’d called for. “Does Alastor own your soul like he does Husk’s?” She asked, her black hair shimmering slightly in the overhead lights.

Nifty shook her head and climbed into the hind’s arms. “Nope, I work for him willingly.” She said, twirling a strand of Azure’s hair with childlike fascination.

Azure raised an eyebrow but let her, holding her close to her like she would a child. “Why does he own Husk’s soul?” She asked.

“Husk was an overlord, and gambled his soul.” The little sinner said, and the hind raised her eyebrows even higher.

“That’s kind of stupid to do.” The ex-angel commented, and Nifty simply shrugged before hopping out of her arms and chasing after a cockroach.

It appeared she still had a lot to learn about everything.