#bedtime stories for you sinners

[emotionallyattachednerd]

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Storm's Heat | f!robot reader - NEW

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Soundwave I See You ❙ f!human reader

Shattered Glass

Optimus Prime Obey | f!robot S/O reader

Prime

Starscream Caught ❙ f!robot reader Sensitive ❙ f!human reader

Knock Out Crimson Lust ❙ f!human reader

Optimus Prime Disobedience ❙ f!human reader Rightfully His ❙ f!human reader

Wheeljack Imposter | f!robot reader

Ratchet Atoms Love ❙ f!robot reader Unforeseen Reunion | Drift/Deadlock

Dreadwing Lose Controll ❙ f!robot reader

Earthspark

Starscream Seeker Allure ❙ f!robot reader

Skywarp & Nova Storm Wicked Ones | f!human reader

Swindle His Princess ❙ Part 1 . Part 2

Breakdown Something Reckless ❙ f!human reader

BreakBee Lucky Winners ❙ f!robot reader

Bumblebee Missed You ❙ f!human reader

Megatron Jealous Type ❙ f!robot reader

Soundwave Mistletoe ❙ f!robot reader

RotB

Mirage Estrella | f!human reader

Bayverse

Downtime ❙ Crosshairs x Drift

Ao3

Buried Deep | Warnings: Non-con, dub-con, incest, mind manipulation and stockholm syndrome.

#masterlist #transformers #valveplug #ao3 #prime #g1 #earthspark #rotb #smut #fanfiction #writing #bedtime stories for you sinners

[lucifers-rubber-duck]

𖤓 Can we keep them? 𖤓

Characters: Charlie, Lucifer, Alastor, Angel & Husker.

Warnings: None.

Summary: Reader suddenly appears with a baby Hellhound on their arms and asks to keep them, what would their reactions be?

𖤓Charlie

• She's extremely surprised when you appear with a baby Hellhound on your arms, even more when you asks if you could keep them.

• She would probably say yes without thinking, with her eyes shining of how cute the little dog looks, before she quickly shakes her head and tries to stand her ground better.

• She would probably lecture you of how much of a responsability it is to adopt a Hellhound, especially when they're still little and can't do much by themselfs, she would probably also info dump to you about them.

• She makes you promisse that if you're going to keep them you'll take good care of them, she actually helps a lot since she grew up taking care of Razzle and Dazzle. She acts like the cool aunt of your new baby.

• She's probably the best influence you could get for your child, she's just the sweetest and will help you teach the baby what's right and wrong, will read them bedtime stories, will teach them to sing and to dance. She's simply the best person you could ask for.

𖤓Lucifer

• He's a little confused at first, he never put much thought onto the creatures of Hell, but the moment you show him the cute puppy's face, he's melting and allowing you to keep it.

• He would try to help to take care of them but wouldn't be very good at it, he never did a proper research on the beings of Hell, he disliked sinners already, he saw no reason to even pay attention to the other beings his past actions had created.

• But after you adopt the little hound, he will personaly go talk to Beelzebub and ask her what he should do. He asks her tips, about the best snacks to give them, how many baths should a pup get by a day, he's going full dad mode.

• He doesn't take care of a child since Charlie was little and everytime your new baby runs to his arms when he walks in the room to say hi he's in the verge of tears, he'll hold your child on his arms and act like he's the actual father.

• Don't even think twice if you need anything for your pup, he's going to give it. They got sick and need a doctor? He's calling someone from the Ring of Sloth just for them. Need diapers or clothes? Boom, they're already at your door. Want to take your child somewhere fun? He'll give you two free access to his theme park Lu Lu Land all rights reserved.

• Man is just happy to be able to experience being a father all over again.

𖤓Alastor

• The moment you show him the Hellhound you can hear static piercing your ears and the air getting colder, a green energy coming out of him as his antlers grow bigger and his eyes turn dark with only red dots to be found in them.

• You get that it's a no pretty quickly and hides the puppy away before he can do anything about it.

• But you're not known for giving up easily and keeps the Hellhound even so, making sure they never get too close to Alastor, and by to close I mean in the same room, breathing the same air.

• You'll have to try your best to make Alastor slightly fond of the puppy. First trying to give up some signs that you wanted to adopt a baby, then start talking about all the perks a Hellhound has and then later slowly introduce both of them in the same spaces.

• Is like showing your old pet your newer pet and praying they get along, but the old pet in question is a powerful Overlord that can easily kill both of you and broadcast your screams to all of Hell and the new pet is a creature that is in the bottom of Hell's hierarchy.

• After weeks of trying he would just let you be to be honest, he says you can keep it if you stopped annoying him about and forcing him to interact with them. But sometimes you would find yourself trying to calm him down because the Hellhound decided to walk too close to him or even chewed a part of his coat off.

𖤓Angel

• He probably wouldn't mind and say that you could stay with them, it's not his business, it's yours, you do what you want.

• Would eventualy grow attached to the hound, probably not as much as some others, but he does enjoy their company.

• He likes being the bad influence and would 100% teach your child swear words. He wouldn't be as inappropriate around them tho, he knows his limits and was scolded by you enough times about his actions around such a young figure.

• I think if the hound ended up getting friends with Fat Nuggets he would care more, he treats his little pet pig as his own child and would find it rather adorable if they got along togheter, you know for sure he's snapping photos.

• Likes to play dress up with you and your child, he would already lend you some clothes and help you take care of your skin or paint your nails, etc. He would do the same with your Hellhound, dressing them up to look all fancy, brushing their fur and giving them little accesories. Y'all probably have matching shirts he buyed for fun.

• “Where did you found them again toots?”; “Doesn't matter, check out this new trick they learned.”

𖤓Husker

• Would probably say something like “I'm not your dad, do whatever the fuck you want” and keep going with his day.

• He would try to ignore the Hellhound as much as he can, he doesn't like children very much and his cat instincts can get the best of him sometimes, making him hiss at the sight of the dog.

• But he'll definitely call you out if you end up doing something wrong while taking care of them, he says he doesn't care while teaching you the proper way to hold and to feed them. If you ask how he has so much experience he'll flip you off.

• After some time with the Hellhound around, he'll start to accept babysitting them if you ever need to go out to work or to do a importat thing, don't blame him if the pup ends up learning a bad word tho, you are the one leaving them with a drunk bartender in his bar.

• The Hellhound and him would start to go really well together and you would find them sleeping in the couch of the hotel's lobby when you return late to the hotel thanks to work, your now adopted child sleeping on top of the man's chest, snoring and with Husker's wing around them both.

• You took a photo just to always remember the sweet moments and maybe use against Husker if you needed a favor from him, it always works and you get cute photos so it's always a win-win for you.

#hazbin angel dust #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #charlie x reader #alastor x reader #husker x reader #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin husker #angel dust #angel hazbin hotel #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel x you

[mikaelsongifs]

Rebekah, you all right? You mean besides harboring an ancient malignant spirit that continues to rattle around inside my skull? That will subside... when you leave the city, once you're on your own. Then I better not dally. You know, I spent eight glorious months covered in spit-up, changing dirty diapers and reading bedtime stories to that sweet girl. Please give this to her. And tell her that her Auntie Bex loves her.

THE ORIGINALS, S04E13 The Feast of All Sinners

#toedit #theoriginalsedit #the originals #userbbelcher #cinemapix #chewieblog #filmtv #tvedit #tvcentric #dailytvfilmgifs #tvandfilm #tvfilmsource #cinematv #dailytvwomen #freya mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #* #by lanie

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Thinking about if Alastor’s twins were like the shining twins…

-freaks everyone out, especially because both never drop their sharp toothed smiles.

-their big eyes stare into your soul.

-something they know a little TOO well because they will stare at whoever just to mess with them.

“Where’s the popsicles?” Charlie hums to herself at the frozen refrigerator.

She hears some giggling behind her, catching both little deer girls with the popsicle box.

“Hey girls! Can I get one of those?”

They both simultaneously stop laughing and instead stare at the woman.

“…”

“Uh..” Charlie repeats her question.

They both continue staring, their smile still on their face as they continue to eat their popsicles. Making no move to give one to the Princess of Hell.

It’s a good minute before Charlie just backs away quietly. Walking away with her feelings hurt for being ignored 🥺 (poor Charlie why did I do her like that 😭)

-they WILL speak in unison because they know how uncomfortable people get.

“We’ve been watching you.” *little giggle* 👹

“I’m not doing this. I’M NOT DOING THIS!” Vaggie exclaims running out of the hotel.

-when there is an option for peace or violence they WILL choose violence.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Like what?” Vox says.

“Like an ugly primbly bitch 👹”

-I could see them both tying up some horrible sinner and giving them a makeover. Alastor catches them and is deeply amused.

“Ladies~ what did mother say about kidnapping sinners from the street?~”

“But father we’d like to play with her.”

“She’d look much better with more eyeshadow.”

“Yes indeed, we are helping her look more pretty. She’s ugly right now.”

The father of two gives them both looks, his smile stretching maliciously at the wayward sinner begging him to save her.

“Hmmm…very well then! Don’t tell your mother!”

“Thank you papa.” Both say.

Both love you dearly.

After a long day of tormenting others and hurting everyone’s self-esteem, you can find them curled up in your lap reading a story for bedtime.

When they’re tired enough, you’ll tuck them in bed and land little smooches on their foreheads.

When you leave them to sleep and they’re sure you’re gone, they’ll open their eyes to stare at one another.

“I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

“…”

“Let’s eat 👹”

Cue them raiding the kitchen and eating everything 👁️👄👁️

The next day:

“WHY IS THERE NO FOOD?”

*little giggle* 👹

Idk why I like making them unhinged lol

No because I love this too and you know that they would 1000% torment Valentino and Vox.

But when the reader catches them they dropped the act because they don't want to make Ma'ma mad.

The reader make's them apologize to Charlie and Vaggie.

This is just perfection.

#hc #hcs #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #dad!alastor

[miranyx1337]

Alastor x Angel reader

FEATHER chapter IV

Tags: fluff (for now ) enemies to lovers, kissing, being protective, cuddles, sleeping problems, flirting, possesive reader is an angel, fem reader

As a young angel, I perceived love as something exceptionally beautiful. I believed that everyone deserves to meet their soulmate and it’s waiting for me too. With the passing decades, my enthusiasm waned. More failed relationships, disappointments. My mother said, 'That's because God has someone special for me. I sought blame in others, later in myself, and my frustration grew. I became bitter, jealous of others happiness, and desperate to kill the feeling of emptiness.

Until I gave up. I accepted loneliness, tried to love myself anew, and embraced the surrounding reality—the "Paradise" from which there was no escape. Hello?! We are in heaven; everyone is happily in love with their loved ones and families.

I found my peace but never stopped wondering if God, in the grand miracle of creation, had perhaps forgotten about my kindred soul.

Unexpectedly, the delicate lips of a sinner, a demon, brushed against mine.

Alastor stepped back, reopening my old wounds. I should only blame myself for playing with fire. When I learned that the radio demon's weakness was closeness and affection I thought getting rid of him and his quirks would be easy.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, he kissed them away, as if they were a cure for the dying.

Soon, I found myself in his arms. There was something in his touch, as if he held an incredibly precious thing, and I surrendered. Even if it's only for tonight.

Jazz music flowed from the demon's enchanted radio

"When I was a child, my mother always told me a bedtime story," Alastor said, adopting a dreamy expression. "Do you maybe like criminals, sweetheart?

It's not a very popular genre in heaven, but I guess hell has plenty of bestsellers." I replied with laughter

His grin expanded.

"Oh, let me tell you a classic. It started in high school, a young man from disgustingly rich family, didn't spare injured birds, lost dogs, and worse, cats roaming on their own paths."

Hearing about young Alastor's first murders gave me shivers and curiosity at the same time. I wanted to know every detail, every motive. To understand what hides behind that smile and piercing gaze

Alastor's POV:

She fell asleep unusually quickly. I wish I could lock her away like a feather in the radio tower, but this time I opted to carry her to bed

I sat beside her and observed with. I could never comprehend addictions until I tried angelic energy. my magic felt to return with every sip from her essence. With clawed hands, I combed through strands of her silvery-white Hair

The memory of her hands tightening on my coat. The sweet-salty taste of tears, though my lips wanted to return to another place. Fuck, I'm really on the edge of madness.

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Pixelated smile widened on TV with complete satisfaction.

"The regret will come sooner than you think."

Sorry this chapter is much shorter but i had exams this days. I hope you enjoyed it and are ready for more.

the story is just about to start ☺️✨🔥

#alastor imagine #alastor x y/n #hazbin hotel #alastor x you #alastor radio demon #alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel alastor

[taergalive]

So I'm being brave and sharing some of my self-indulgent scenarios with yall.

So in my self-indulgent scenario, Alastor basically saves some 7 year old sinner and said kid is like glued to his side because he saved her, and he's like, cool, free lackey. And of course, we're a sucker for the old "grows to care for them" trope so that happens. Because you can be a scary overlord and read bedtime stories to your kid. And the kid also likes Lucifer because he's all like "Hey watch this!" And oooh pretty magic~!

(I know. My details are great. I'm being vague on purpose lol)

Well, basically this leads to Lucifer and Alastor butting heads as they co-parent this child. And then whoopsies emotions happen. Alastor's all like "What the fuck is this feeling?" Because as a fellow Ace who was suddenly confronted by feeling sexual attraction for the very first time in your life, I know that feeling and it is terrifying. Like that person now owns your soul because no one else in the world ever made you feel that way what is happening??? So anyway, he and lucifer start a sort of relationship where Lucifer takes it slow so Alastor can assess these feelings and blah blah blah.

That was all just background information for the real thing I wanted to share so if you made it this far, congrats!

The hotel is having a party of some sort. Alastor has like one or two drinks, and Angel instantly notices that Alastor is actually kind of fun when he's got booze in him. So he tells Husk to keep Alastor's glass full. Any time Alastor's drink is done, suddenly another glass appears in his hand. He is bubbly, jovial, and even fun. He and Luci have been "seeing each other" for a lack of better words. Lucifer knows this is all very new for Alastor and is going at his pace while also respecting his privacy, so they've kept in on the downlow. Charlie found out and asked her dad about it, and he made her swear not to tell anyone, and especially not to tell Alastor she knows.

Anyway, Drunk Alastor is really touchy. Like really. And he starts getting all touchy on Luci, which Luci is eating up because he's a little tipsy too and loves attention. Angel notices and mentions it to Husk. "Fifty bucks those two are fucking." Husk likes those odds so he takes the bet.

At some point, Angel gets Alastor over to the bar. Angel's trying to weed it out of Alastor. "You and Short King were getting kind of handsy there." Alastor's all giggly and doesn't deny the accusation. So after a minute or two, Angel's like "So, who's topping?" And Alastor's confused and just laughing because he just enjoying himself at this point. And Angel's like "You know…" And makes a lewd gesture.

"Oh! You mean like intercourse?" Alastor waves him off. "No, no, we haven't done anything like that yet."

And it's that yet that makes Angel slam his hand on the bar top. "I told you, Husk! Pay up!"

And Husk is like "Ah, ah, ah, you said 'fifty bucks they fucking.' THAT doesn't sound like they fucking to me." He holds his hand out. "You owe ME."

And anyway, that's the scenario I had in my head last night as I was going to bed.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

#Radioapple #duckiedeer #lucifer x alastor #hazbin hotel #I wasn't going to share this but well now I did so blah

[gojos-thot-patrol]

HI HI it’s me (i’m the problem, it’s me) the sugu romance is dead anon back craving more angst 🥺

Can I have some Suguru, Insecurity, “We’re better off as friends.”

I’ve been in your blog since your birthday and I just wanna thank you for writing all these, they have become my bedtime stories. Love, sugu anon 🫶🫶🫶

HAI SUGU ANON HOW ARE YOU?! I'm so sorry this is so late, I got preoccupied with Better off as Lovers and the page refresh, along with trying to survive in capitalism (boo, lol). But I didn't forget about you! And I am so excited to present you with this!

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featuring: an insecure Suguru Geto, making the worst mistake of his life.

Suguru loved you more than he thought was possible to love another human. He didn’t even love himself as much as he loved you. And it terrified him. You were everything he wasn’t, but tried to be. You were caring, considerate, creative, and so warm to everyone you ever met. He tired to embody those traits with you, but he just..couldn’t. It was like you were golden, but he was just golden plated.

He’d spent the last six months trying to get over these feelings of inadequacy. To remind himself that it was all in his head. You had to see something in him, right? Some shimmer of something good. You wouldn’t be with him otherwise, right? That thought would comfort him for all of two seconds before he would remember he was a con man at heart, and that he simply had you fooled; the same way he had everyone else fooled. 

He held these feelings since the two of you started this relationship, but he had them mostly under control. He had himself convinced that while he had these feelings, it ultimately didn’t matter because you two were meant to be together. It was why the two of you clicked to easily when you first met, why it felt so right to hold you in his arms, why the two of you were put into such close proximity in the first place! The universe had put the two of you together for a reason. Who else would you even be with?

Then Gojo just had to go and open his fucking mouth. Drunken one night in “Casa Gojo” while the two of them watched some shitty movie. Suguru didn’t even remember the name of the film anymore. But he did remember the glassy haze in his best friends eyes as he slurred his confession, like a sinner begging for forgiveness. 

“I think I’ve had a crush on her since I first looked at her,” Gojo mumbled, looking at Geto with sad, sleepy eyes. “But, you guys got along so well, and she seemed so into you, I just…I didn't pursue anything. I didn’t want to steal her from you, I guess.” He laughed, but there was no humor. Suguru wasn’t laughing.

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked, voice coming out as more of a forced whisper than much else. Gojo just shrugged.

“I don’t know. Get it off my chest, I guess?”

That night hadn’t left Sugurus head. He had justified your relationship by it all being fate, something that was inevitable; it had to happen. But what if he had gotten in the way of his best friends fate? Gojo was better than him in every conceivable way, and he got along with you just as well. Who’s to say Suguru wasn’t the one holding you back all this time? He was an anchor for everyone he had ever loved, and it wasn’t fair for him to keep insisting you drown with him. Something had to give. 

All of this had led him here: sitting back to back with you on opposite sides of his bed; trying to pretend he didn’t hear the sobs wreaking your body. Pretending like he wasn’t fighting off his own tears.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I just think were better off as friends-” 

“Yea, I heard you the first time!” You snapped at him, shutting him up instantly as you wrapped his hoodie tighter around your shoulders. You hated the comfort you found in it now. “I’m still waiting for your real reason. Did I do something wrong?” You begged him for explanations he couldn’t give, explanations he didn’t have.

“No!” He sighed, “No, it’s not you, you’re perfect. I just…I’m not in love with you anymore.” He forced himself to say. The words tasted bitter on his tongue, like vomit and battery acid. Truth be told, he was sure he’d love you for the rest of his life. As far as he was concerned, the sun rises in the morning just for you, and the stars dazzle the night sky solely in the hopes you’d glance at them. Knowing he was holding you back from those stars made him feel like he was made of sludge. He couldn’t keep holding you back like this.

“What do you mean you’re not in love with me?!” You sobbed, feeling your heart shatter into a million more pieces, “How do you just fall out of love with someone Suguru, I don’t understand! Is there someone else?” Is that what you needed to believe to accept this? Fine. He could be the villain.

“I didn't mean for it to end up this way Y/n.” He muttered, his voice little more that a choked whisper, “It’s just…we met for drinks one night, one thing led to another-”

“Oh my god.” You cut him off, looking as sick as he felt. “Who is she?!” You demanded.

“No one you know.” He couldn't give you the name of someone who didn’t exist. He could give you someone to blame for all this, some tangible reason why it was happening, but for some reason his heart drew the line at naming the imaginary woman he gave up everything for.

“How long?”

“Three weeks I think?” He mumbled, running a shaky hand through his hair. He hated lying to you. You suddenly stood up, taking his hoodie off and throwing it at him with enough force for it to hurt. You walked to stand in front of him.

“You fucking disgust me Suguru Geto,” You hissed, letting your rage overtake your heartbreak.

“I know.” He disgust himself.

“I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking letting myself fall in love with you! I don’t know who I’m more mad at, me for having the gaul to imagine a life with you, or you for throwing it all away. You are so fucking-” sobs cut off your words, you covered your mouth as you took your time to try and regain your composure. “I can’t believe you’d so this to me..”

Suguru felt his soul crumble. He wanted to wipe your tears away, hold you close and tell you about his lie. To tell you there was no other woman- just him and his insecurities- through a myriad of apologies. He wanted to fall to his knees before you and beg for forgiveness, some way to make it right and go back to how the two of you were an hour ago.

He couldn’t do that though. He couldn’t keep asking you to drown with him. You were meant for stars, not the bottom of the ocean. “I’m sorry Y/n.” was all he could say.

“Like that does shit now.” You scoffed, “Thanks for ruining me asshole.” You hissed, the vitriol in your voice hurting more than any physical attack ever could. You stormed out of his apartment, slamming the door hard enough to shake his walls. He fought the urge to chase after you. To hold you again. He took a deep breath and mentally tried to end the best chapter in his life. He called Gojo.

“Geto? It’s like 2 Am dude, what’s going on?” He asked through a tired yawn.

“Y/n and I broke up. She probably shouldn’t be alone. I hope you two are happy together.” That last part came out with way more disgust than he meant it to.

“Wait, what? Du-” Geto hung up before Gojo could finish his sentence. He ignored the next 5 calls that came through before finally just turning off his phone.

He laid in bed staring at his ceiling. In his soul he knew he had just made the biggest mistake of his life. His bones already ached for your familiar comfort, and his heart felt like it couldn’t find it’s rhythm again. Still, it would be worth it if the two best people he knew could find happiness together. He sighed, feeling his lungs collapse with the breath. He could swear he felt his gold plating rubbing off.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #suguru geto #geto x reader #geto x reader angst #geto x you #geto x y/n #suguru geto angst #geto angst #hurt/no comfort #suguru x reader #suguru geto x reader #suguru

[gretavanglimmers]

Glimmers Fic Recs

My personal library of favorites. Bedtime stories and rainy day reading. Fics that I was unable to stop thinking about. Stories that stay with you. Step into my office...

Bootleggers & Wildflowers - @writingcold

Vigilance - @gretavangroupie & @gretavanmoon

Make her Happy & Give me Shelter - @gretavanfleetposts

Lazarus - @garbagevanfleet

The Ugly Duckling - @ficthots

Skin Deep - @streamingcolors-gvf

Studio Fifty Forget me not & Rosa - @lvnterninthenight

London - @wildbluesorbit

I see hell in your eyes - @joshsindigostreak

Landslide - @the-tripping-and-the-touching

Written in the Stars - @takenbythemadness

Landslide - @gretavanbrie

Smoke & Ribbons - @profitofthedune

Perfidy - @earthlysorrows

Gold Dust Woman & Capital Vices - @builtbybrokenbells

Skin to Skin & Sleepless without you - @capturethechaos

Crazy Train - @losfacedevil

Landslide - @aflame4goinghome

Sativa & The Vanishing - @fleet-of-fiction

Down the hall & Down the hall 2 - @milkgemini

All eyes on me - @gretavanbear

My name or nothing at all & Imperfect Moments - @abeautylives

Roommates - @daisyful-gvf

Hands to Yourself - @sinsofstardust

Behind closed doors - @anthemofgvf

Like real people do & Menage Quatre - @alwaysonthemend

Contentment & Angel of small death - @ascendingtostardust

Jammies - @sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine

Dirty little secrets & Tell me baby - @jake-kiszkas-smirk

Eyes on me - @farfromthehomelands

Missing Buttons & Sugar - @gretavanlace

For death or for glory & Dirty little secret - @vanfleeter

Wattpad Recs -

Stardust Chords - Mahoganyapples

Dreams in Gold - Katlin291

Breaking Taboo & The Master - gather-around

My way soon - Wittywitch

Tongue Tied - Eva

#gvf fanfiction #sam kiszka #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #greta van fleet #danny wagner #gvf fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #wattpad #greta van smut #smut #fic recs #skippers fic recs

[serpentthecrow]

Sleepy time with the crows

the crows(separately) x reader🖤

Summary: just some fluffy headcannons with our favourite gangsters

Warnings : big fluff, cursing, plushies

A/n: wrote this instead of a Jesper confession fic that got deleted. I also included the plushies each of them have, so enjoy!

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Kaz:

One might assume there will not be much to say, it's not true however

If Kaz finds u trustworthy enough to even sleep in the same room with you, consider urself lucky af

Kaz doesn't really sleep much, just for a couple hours, it's assumably another trick of his, how he wakes up

When he ACTUALLY needs sleep, he drinks Camomile tea

I picture Kaz's bedside table is actually a stack of books, and there are several more stacks on the other side of the bed, so he reads quite often

He's genuinely scared to fall asleep due to his nightmares sometimes

After getting comfortable with you, he will slowly inch by inch move your beds closed to eachother everyday, until you notice

Whispers 'fuck u ' to the moon when it shines in his window

Just lays flat on his back and sleeps (how?)

Secretly has a crow plushie he got from Jesper under his bed

Jesper

The biggest cuddle bear ever

He will wrap you up with his arms and legs like a rope, and will not let go even under the use of a fucking crowbar

It's his routine to kiss his revolvers good-night before going to bed

Not before checking himself out in the mirror to look good and ready for a night intruder

REFUSES to buy a bit bigger bed, no matter if your savings could buy a bed that even majesty King Nikolai.*million titles*.. could hardly afford

The secret meaning is that Jes doesn't want you escaping from him to the other side of the big mattress

He'd rather fall off the little cot you have

Forgets to take off his rings

HAS a goat plushie

Inej

Inej is pretty straightforward- lay down, sleep if you can

challenge: try not to stab urself in the eye by the knife she has under her pillow while turning in ur sleep

Could use some protective cuddles if she trusts u

Prays before going to sleep

Bed time= heaven time. Main reason?she lets her hair down when going to sleep

Be prepared to do some careful and slow comforting for her at 1am

U will get urself stabbed if Ur not careful

Light sleeper, can be out like a light tho, after a whole day of climbing roofs

Fuzzy socks.

Has a teddy bear

Nina

U won't fall asleep with her. I swear

Is the type of person to talk and talk and talk about random things for hours

And when u think she's already asleep, ur suddenly hear "I would never kiss a dude who eats dogs"

Eats a ton of food before bed

*cough*like me*cough*

Loves bedtime stories and singing lullabies in Ravkan- recieving or giving, doesn't matter to her

Back tracing

Has an assortment of plushies all around her side of the bed and if one is missing, she will start a war

Sleeps on her stomach

Or on u

Sleeps naked by choice

Cuddly little witch

Matthias

Wrapped around u for 'protective' reasons

Tells u stories, myths and traditional legends from Fierda

Also prays to Djel, even tho he wipes his hands after finishing and exclaims he doesn't have to really

Drinks weird amount of water

Sometimes lays in bed with shoes on - sinner

Never saw a book in his life

Normal duvets? What is that? Did I hear fur?

Wake him up. I dare you. Try it.

Extra vulnerable before bed

Don't make him sad at the time pls

LOVES when it rains at night (I think they all love that, except ONE)

Owns a tiny white wolf plushie, it's under his pillow if u wanna know.

Wylan

Certified cutie

The adorable matching pijama sets he wears

Will probably draw.

No need to say he won't read before bed

The little spoon

Warm milk with honey melted in it is his to go drink for bed(try it, knocks u out)

The bed hair(not so different from his normal hair lol)

Has a dinamite plushie he sleeps with all the time

Is the one who doesn't like when it rains, because what If the rain turns into a thunderstorm?

ABSOLUTELY HATES THUNDERSTORMS

They scare the shit outta him

The sleepy mumbles... Help

whispers good night back and forth with u until one of u fall asleep

fluffy and smol bean

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[theratboyking]

Softly Into The Night

Chapter Two: Hide Us In Shadows

Author's Note:

So this is over Eight thousand words and took way longer than I thought it would take, but I think I actually have a basic idea of where this is going. I think I'll have the next chapter ready sometime next week. I'd love to hear what you guys think. I hope you guys enjoy :)

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/Reader/Papa Emeritus iii (this will also have eventual Copia/Terzo but that won't be for a while) (This is also a slow burn so it's gonna be a while until we even get here)

Word Count: 8.0k

Summary: Demons are real, angels exist, and my father is the Prince of Darkness. A dream I can’t seem to wake up from. And two mysterious strangers that seem to have a connection to me. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Summary: I know what my being here means. I know what Lucifer told me and to an extent, I know what’s expected of me. I knew I was in a way being hunted for reasons I am not really sure I understand quite yet. But hearing Nova’s words. The walls I have been trying to keep up since yesterday were crumbling right before my eyes.

Warnings: 18+ (this is going to get be a wild ride folks,) Slow burn, Idiots in love, kinda soulmates? poorly translated Italian (I am sorry to all the Italians out there) fluff, angst, this is a ghost fic so you know religious trauma, some chapters will like get kinda deep in the religious philosophy but maybe not depending on the direction this goes, eventual smut (Chapter will be labeled)

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The winding halls of the Abbey seemed endless, the dark architecture intimidating to look at. Our footsteps echoed as Sister Imperator led the way down the hallway - I was trying desperately to not fall behind. She walked at a breakneck speed for someone at her age… It was honestly impressive. 

The silence between us was suffocating. She had not spoken to me since we left the hospital wing other than, “Follow me.” I didn’t know if she was trying to be respectful or just really didn’t like me. After yesterday I don’t think she’s ever going to “Like me.” 

I sigh, my mind drifting back to yesterday. It was almost impossible not to think about everything that happened in general. With everything that’s happened, I’m surprised my thoughts aren’t running rampant. No, my mind kept drifting back to them…

 I barely knew them but they had taken up most of my thoughts since this morning, hell maybe even most of last night. After everything, it was hard for them not to. In a weird way, they were the only reason I was not having an absolute breakdown. Everything had changed over the course of a night but oddly I wasn’t as scared as I probably should be. 

 After Terzo was able to get the wing cleared and the shattered glass had been cleaned up - The three of us spent most of the day going well into the night talking. They took turns telling me just about everything they could about this world I was now a key player in. To my absolute shock and somewhat horror, I had somehow managed to end up somewhere deep in rural Europe in one of the oldest Abbeys of the satanic church. It's a sort of haven for many of the followers of their church. Legend has it that apparently Satanas himself blessed the church to protect his followers from the witch trials.

   There was a whole underground world that I had no idea existed and I had been thrown into the middle of it. Just about anything that I thought was nothing more than bedtime stories or old wise tales to tell children had turned out to be real. Vampires, demons, ghosts, and just about anything you can think of were more than just myths and legends.  The church itself used ghouls to ensure the safety of what Terzo called “Lucifer’s favorite bunch of sinners.”

The church itself was also one of the oldest to worship the satanic religion. There was a lot of history here that Copia was more than willing to tell me all about. The church went back hundreds of years and had seen a great deal. Terzo even came from a very long line of leaders of sorts for the church, he was especially the antipope of Satanism. Copia explained that he was a high-ranking cardinal within the church himself. It was well into the night when Trezo mentioned that the church had a sort of band to promote the teachings of the church and to get people to join and he just so happened to be the frontman of the band - Something he was rather proud of. This was arguably one of the most pleasant yet strangest things I had heard all night. 

I really couldn’t tell you when it happened but with them, it didn’t feel like time was passing. It felt almost like we’d done it a million times before. At some point, our conversation turned from them explaining this world's wonders to me, to us telling stories to each other. I couldn’t help but open up about myself. I found myself telling about moving around a lot as a kid, how I didn’t have my license till I was in my 20s, and about how I always carry rosemary in my pocket because my mom always did it. 

They would interject from time to time. Trezo talked about how he had two older brothers. He talked about his band and about his ghoul. Copia talked about the rats that he keeps in his room and how each has their name (and he was not shy in telling me each and everyone's name.) Somehow he managed to become a treasurer for the church despite claiming how horrible he was at math. There never really was a moment of silence that night. They were easy to talk to. By the end of the night, it felt like we were old friends merely catching up after not seeing each other for a long time. 

  Arguably being the highlight of the evening was Trezo's confession to carrying a kazoo in his pocket, he said it was because he loved pissing his older brothers off - And he was more than pleased to prove it, giving an in-pronto performance in the wing. I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face. It almost got him kicked out by Sister Beth. She was ready to kill Trezo by the end of the night. It took a lot of convincing from Copia to let them stay

They stayed with me even after I fell asleep only leaving early this morning - Saying something about how they had to lead mass this morning. Terzo mentioned something about how Primo had to leave for Italy to take care of some church business. Before leaving Terzo had sent for some ghouls to have a room prepared for me. I’m shocked that Sister Beth even allowed me to leave the clinic. But after much convincing from myself and the boys, I was finally able to leave the hospital wing. It probably helped that she seemed to be in a rush to get everything for her departure for Italy as well. She had given Terzo quite the earful to behave while she was gone. 

Despite the mess, I had found myself in, they brought me a sense of security and comfort I had never felt before. Terzo and Copia told me I was safe here and I couldn’t help but believe them. 

That leads me to where I am now - I couldn't help but wish they were able to stay with me… Walking down a random hallway in a church from a religion I didn’t know existed, let alone that I was a key player in a lot of it… In a country, I have never been in before… With Sister Imperator … Alone… 

I shuddered at the mere thought. Maybe I wasn’t as ready for this as I thought I was. I was honestly starting to get scared that she was gonna kill me. There were fewer doors the further we went but it wasn’t darker down here. The windows were huge letting in streams of light it was oddly cozy in a way. We continued for a few more minutes before she abruptly stopped in front of one of the doors.

  It looked like the door would swallow me whole - It looked like it was something out of a painting. It was a stark contrast to anything I have ever seen before. It was made from a dark work with accents of gold from the metalwork. It was intricate in its design, the gold swirled around the wood, begging to be open. I just didn’t know what would be on the other side and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to find out. I don’t think Terzo would do anything to hurt me; Copia wouldn’t either. Sister on the other hand I wasn’t too sure.

As if sensing my hesitation, Sister scoffed, throwing the door open. Entering the room as if she owned the place. I mean did she? I wasn’t sure what her job was, conversations with her didn't seem to go further than a few words before she would quickly go silent again.

“This is where you will be staying.” Ever one for politeness wasn't she? 

I hesitated before following her into the room. My breath gets caught in my throat. 

This is not at all like what I was expecting, I really don't know what I was expecting, but this was not it. The room was open and rather spacious. There was a little kitchen area before it led into what looked to be a sitting room. There was a small table next to the window. The chairs flipped upside down and rested on top of the table. A decent size couch was pushed against the back wall and a stack of books lay on the side table - A folded note rested on top, Secondo wasn’t joking. My eyes drifted around the room before landing on another door.

  “There are some boxes of clothes in the bedroom that Papa was very generous to have delivered here.” Sarcasm was clear in her voice as she gestures to the door I was staring at.

My cheeks heated up at the mention of Terzo. I could feel her eyes roll as she began to walk away, “I will leave you to get yourself situated.” 

She stopped a moment before she completely left the room, “Oh I almost forgot. One of the ghouls will be by later to drop off that runt that was also left in our care.” She shot me a cold smile “Hope to see you at dinner my lady.” with that she left, leaving me alone in the large space.

  I stand there for a second taking everything in. It’s still hard to believe that this was happening, this feels like something out of a novel. Things like this just don’t happen. Yet here I am. Angels were real, demons existed, and my father is a king of hell. I still feel like I’m going to wake up at any moment in my run-down apartment and I’ll go about my day like normal. No matter how hard I tried I wasn’t waking up. Taking a deep breath to ground myself, I start my journey to the bedroom. 

I gasped at the sight. I had never seen anything this regal in all my life, it felt like I was staying in a castle. The bed was enormous, placed front and center on the back wall. The bedpost practically went to the ceiling and had a dark curtain wrapping around it. Several boxes of varying sizes laid on the bed. I ventured further into the room, taking everything in. The fireplace was not far from the door, made of dark marble, and had a fire already lit inside of it. Towards the back of the room by the bed two large doors lead onto a balcony, the afternoon sun flowing in from the door. 

Throwing myself onto the bed, I couldn’t help the squeal as I got swallowed up by the fluffy blanket on the bed. Never in my life had I ever felt something so soft. I turn my head remembering the boxes Terzo had sent.

I prop myself up noticing a letter laying on top of one of the boxes, curiously picking it up. The paper was thick and smooth to the touch. It was accented in black a wax seal binding the letter shut. Cautiously I tear it open, the rushed cursive thick on the page immediately grabbing my attention.  

Mia signora, I hope all clothes are to your liking, it would be a shame to only have you in the sisters’ dresses during your stay with us. I took the liberty of having the place stocked for you. I hope you enjoy your time with us, bella. If you need anything at all or just someone to talk to, I’m just down the hall. 

Terzo

I reread the note a few times over. Did he go through all this trouble just for me? My face burned and the flutter in my stomach grew to a swarm. I felt like a high schooler all over again.

I set the note down on the bedside table, beginning to tear into the boxes. I was at a loss for words. Various fabrics one after the other; black, red, purple, and white all mixed in the piles. There were more clothes here than I have ever had the privilege of knowing. It was more than what I knew what to do with.

 I fall back into the bed, the canopy almost made it look like there were stars above me. I look back to the note Terzo left. This wasn’t even all of it. Laughing in disbelief clenching the note close to my chest. A strange sense of home overcame me letting my eyes drift close. This wasn’t exactly what I expected when Lucifer told me about this place. 

The silence was a welcome from the chaos that was yesterday. I was exhausted. I could feel myself starting to drift off. It was short-lived; however, the sound of tapping echoed around the room breaking through the quiet. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a small black figure on the balcony. A raven had landed on the door handle. He only stopped when he saw I was looking toward him. He lets out a cry almost like a command. 

Springing up from the bed I throw open the doors stepping out onto the balcony. The cold air instantly hit my face and any hope I had of sleeping left me with the warmth of the room. My visitor who had made his way railing looked at me almost like he was expecting something.

  “Hello, little guy.” I reach out to see if I could pet him. He responded by putting his head into my hand. 

“Where did you come from?” 

He only looked at me as if I should know. Cawing a few times - looking at me expectingly. I chuckled at the strange creature, “I don't suppose you have a name, do you?” He looked up at me, nestling himself further into my hand.   

“How does Jasper sound?” He responded with a loud caw in my direction jumping around on the railing. “Jasper it is.” Letting out a little laugh at his enthusiasm. 

He seemed content enough, his gaze turning towards the courtyard my room seemed to overlook. The day was quiet, save for the birds without a care in the world. Jasper had made himself comfortable on the ledge looking out onto the landscape with me.  

The wind rustled the trees. The different shades of yellow, gold, and red shine bright against the sun. I could see a few of the members of the church walking between the buildings. There were a lot more people here than I thought there would be. The sound of the church bells rings out as the siblings rush to where they need to go.  Out of the corner of my eye, the bright colors of flowers stood out. A garden was nestled between the edge of the grounds near the forest. A greenhouse rested in the middle, I could barely make out the blurs that were people tending to the gardens. It was surprising to see something like that here, but it oddly fits. 

Never in my life had I seen anything like this.  Most places mom and I stayed were the farthest thing from comfort. We made do with the little bit of money we had and it showed in some of the places we had ended up at. Hell, even my last apartment wasn't this nice. I felt like a princess whisked off to some far-off land. In a way, I guess that's what happened. The cold breeze bites at my face. I close my eyes taking it all in. I never knew I could feel this at peace anywhere, even if it was for just a moment. 

I didn't even hear the sound of the door opening before a voice broke through the silence. “Your highness?”

  “Jesus Christ!” I scream. Gripping the railing to steady myself, leaving dents in the metal. Jasper, the traitor gave a loud cry before he flew away not wanting to stick around to see who had intruded on us.  

“Not quite.” the shorter of the two interjected. There was something off about his voice. It was deep and something was captivating about it. It was enticing to hear but it didn’t sound entirely human either.

  Jumping around to face who had entered my room. They didn’t look like any of the other members of the church I had met so far. One was taller than the other. Both of them were dressed in all black but what stood out about them was the silver mask that adorn their faces. A set of horns rested on top of their heads and each had a tail that swayed with each gust of wind. They looked almost human if it wasn’t for the fact that they almost looked like they were made of smoke. A dark mist surrounded them, flickers of dark blue flashing through it. They were unsettling and didn't look like they were breathing. I didn’t fear them though, I was more annoyed than anything else. After everything that happened, I could really use some peace and quiet right now.

  “Dose no one from hell know how to fucking knock!” Taking a deep breath trying to steady my breathing. 

“We did.” The taller of the two finally spoke up. His voice was deeper than the other and it was a hell of a lot more menacing.  He had his hands crossed over his chest. He seemed amused by my outburst. “I’m Omega. I’m one of Papa’s ghouls.” he bowed slightly clearing his throat - looking to the other ghoul he was with.

“Shit. sorry.”  He scrambles to bow, unsure of what else to do. Omega seemed to be getting a kick out of torturing the other ghoul.  

“This pipsqueak is Nova. He was the ghoul who came in with you, something about how Lucifer entrusted him with your safety.” He put the last part in quotations. “Papa sent me to check in on you, make sure you were settling in alright.” He jabbed his thumb in the direction of Nova, “figured I could kill two birds with one stone and introduce you two.” 

Nova didn't seem to have any outward reaction but the aura around him flared, red making its way onto the previous black. It was gone just as quickly as it was there as he looked at me, bowing slightly “Your majesty it’s my honor to serve you.” 

“Ok…” My eyes dart between the two. I could feel my face heating up with each passing moment. “Please just (Y/N) is fine. No need for any of the formalities, it makes me feel weird.” I whispered the last part. 

The mask gave away little to what they were thinking or feeling. Omega chuckled, grabbing onto Nova's shoulder - shaking him slightly. “I told you, you have nothing to worry about.”

Omega radiated an air of mischief. It practically took up the aura around him. He said he was Terzo's ghoul right? I mean it makes sense that he was. I could practically imagine the mischief they would get into. 

Nova on the other hand was the complete opposite. Unlike Omega, Nova looked like he had never been out of hell a day of his life.   He seemed nervous - like he wasn’t here out of his own free will but rather because he was told he had to be. He was rigid and stoic. Nothing about him looked natural, I don’t even think he was breathing.  

“Not to sound rude but what exactly do you two want?”

Nova became even more rigid if that was possible. His eyes? Falling to the floor, “Well you see your majesty...”

“(Y/N)”

“(Y/N)... I’ve been tasked to watch over you. Your safety is my top priority.” He snaps to attention, his masked face coming to meet my confused stare. 

“Well as great as that sounds, I’m going to have to pass on that.”

  “Your highness, I ask that you reconsider. It’s not safe for you to be alone, we don’t know who knows about you…”

“It’s (Y/N) and no I don’t think I will.” My arms came to cross over my chest. 

We were starting to get under each other skin. It was obvious in the way his body started to get taller and his tail looked more like an agitated cat. There was no way I was going to let up though. After everything I need to process it all - And they were not the pair I particularly wanted to do that with. The idea of having a demonic being present for that didn't sound very appealing. They were the very thing I was trying to run from, at least for just a little bit longer

.  Omega looked like he was having the time of his life - He looked like he couldn’t take anything seriously even if he wanted to. His tail snapped from side to side sporadically - He was practically buzzing. Bright flashes of yellow fly out of him the longer he watched the scene unfold before him. 

 “What’s the worst that could happen? I just need the afternoon. Besides don’t you have other ghoul business or whatever it is you do? I’ll be just fine.” I try to reason with Nova.  

“Don’t you realize the gravity of the situation here?” 

I cut him off, my temper flaring slightly. “The point of me being here was so that I would be safe. I don’t partially feel comfortable being watched 24/7 by a demon, ghoul, whatever you are.”

  A flash of red goes through the aura around him, his stoic appearance crumbling down, “Do you have any idea what is out there looking for you? The lesser creatures that would kill you for just a fraction of the power you possess. The angles whose entire mission is to kill you before you can even think. Your father entrusted me to keep you safe and I don't particularly want to face the wrath of Lucifer.” 

 Silence fell in the room, I really didn’t know how to respond. I really could run from the situation anymore. Nova’s words replay in my head - My thoughts starting to run wild. Was I even safe here if what Nova was saying was true? I don’t think Terzo and Copia would lie to me though. But still, Nova’s words hung heavy in the air. Did I rush into this? Was I even given much of a choice? I was given a choice of life and death and a whole world I was integral in without even knowing it. There was still so much I didn’t understand and I can’t run for that anymore. I was living with a target in my back. I was starting to lose it, the overwhelming burning in my body was becoming too much. It was like both of them could sense it. Puffing up like a cat. 

Omega broke the silence, cutting through the tension of the room. “In case you’re wondering I’m just here to make sure you make it to dinner.” 

 Nova and I both turn our attention to him. “What?”

The overwhelming need to be alone was suffocating. Clapping my hand together, trying hard to not show my fear or how exhausted I really was. Taking a deep, shaky breath I exclaim, “Well, as lovely as it is to have you both here… There’s a lot I have to do. Lots of boxes to put away.” Chuckling nervously - looking anywhere that was not them. Clearing my throat. They look at me showing no sign that they were ready to leave.

  “I’m sure you have other things to attend to…” still nothing “I’m going to take a shower and then put these away, sooooo…” I begin to escort them out of the room. “I think it’s time you guys leave.” 

I start to push them out, desperate to get out of the conversation. Omega was in a state of shock, I don’t think he had ever been thrown out of a room before. Nova refused to move his feet, I was the only force getting him out of the room. 

“Your majesty… I…” 

“It’s ok, I’ll be fine for now. Come back tomorrow!” 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay to show you the way to the dining hall?” Omega rushed out. The door comes closer into view.  

“NO! No, it’s ok. Really it is. It was nice meeting you two,  Nova I will see you in the morning. Have a goodnight.”

  I shut the door. Sliding down the door, a long drawn-out breath left me. In a way, I know what my being here means. I know what Lucifer told me and to an extent, I know what’s expected of me. I knew I was in a way being hunted for reasons I am not really sure I understand quite yet. But hearing Nova’s words. The walls I have been trying to keep up since yesterday were crumbling right before my eyes.  

I sat like that for way longer than I care to admit.       ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun was beginning to set by the time I finally dragged myself out of the room. It took me way longer than it should have to leave the shower. Terzo wasn’t lying when he said everything was fully stalked. It was well needed and hell After everything that’s happened to me in the past week. It took everything in me not to just throw all the boxes to the floor and crawl into bed and sleep another week. 

 As pleasant as that sounded right now -  The need to eat outweighed my wanting to hide from my problems. At least for one more night. My mind was still in unrest. The full gravity of the situation had finally hit me like a ton of bricks. I was here and I was safe at the moment but the main question right now was ‘what comes next?’ 

I have no idea what exactly it is I am capable of, especially after the incident in the Hospital Wing yesterday. It was hard to not think about it. Not even mentioning the fact that just about everything I thought I knew about the world was built on top of secrets. I have no idea what was out there or even the lengths that they would go through to get to me. Was Nova right? Was I really safe anywhere? Everything I thought I knew was flipped over on its head.

  While some of the burning questions I had in my childhood had been answered, I was left with more questions than I had answered. Mom and Lucifer had said that I had been going under the radar for years and even then I still attracted the occult to me. But now I’m flying with no filter was Sister right? Was I just a beacon for anything that wish to see me dead? Who’s to say I can even stay here for long before someone or something finds me?  

  The headache I’d been nursing since that faithful night showed no sign of leaving and exhaustion was starting to creep in. My thoughts showed no sign of slowing. I look around the halls trying to find anything that even looked remotely familiar.  At this point the sun had almost completely set, the only light source in the hallway being from the sheer endless amount of candles this place had and the moonlight that was shining through the windows. Despite how beautiful the architecture was - This place was creepy when you had no idea where it is you were going. 

 It had to have been close to an hour by now and I was hopelessly lost in the depths of the Satanic Church; who knows what was being stored here. I was half tempted to just say fuck it and turn around. The luxurious bed was screaming my name. I could just get breakfast in the morning. Maybe Omega or someone could show me how the hell to get around here.  

 Just as I was about to abandon my quest and turn around - The corridor began to get brighter. Actual light fixtures were installed down here. Toward the end, I could make out a doorway getting brighter and brighter the closer I got - The sound of footsteps getting louder the closer I got. Someone else had to be down here with me. Let’s just hope they’re also not lost. 

Picking up speed, I cry out, “Hey! Wait! Can you help me!” 

The light was almost blinding by the time I came crashing into the large hallway. The air was knocked out of me as I ran face-first into whoever or whatever was down here with me. I close my eyes bracing for the hard floor as I stumbled backward.

It never came. 

Hesitantly opening my eyes slightly, I could see a gloved hand holding my arm in a vice grip. It was the only thing keeping me from crashing to the ground. 

“Mia cara, are you alright ?”  The owner of the voice I was becoming all too familiar with was filled with confusion and a hint of worry, questioned. A wave of relief passed over me.

  “Ooh cardinal, funny running into you here.” I chuckled awkwardly, looking anywhere that wasn’t his eyes.

  “What are you doing down here, cara?” 

He hadn’t let go of my arm. I finally land on his face. My face was burning at this point. His mismatched eyes were looking down at me. Even now they still held the warmth from the night before. His body was pressed up against mine preventing me from falling to the floor - the warmth was a welcome comfort. If I wasn’t dealing with the embarrassment of literally running into one of the few people who were welcoming - I wouldn’t want him to let go.  

   “I got lost trying to find the dining hall or at least the kitchen at this point.” I managed to squawk out. My face burns hotter and hotter with each passing second.

As if being knocked from a trance himself, he was quick to get me to my feet letting go of my arm. I shutter slightly from the warmth that quickly left my body just as quickly as he did.  Now he was the one looking anywhere but at me.

 “I’m sorry to tell you this but dinner ended about quite a while ago. As for the kitchen, sister keeps that under close inspection, too many ghouls and siblings wandering in for a midnight snack if you catch my drift.”  He laughed at his own joke trying to make light of the situation. “I thought Terzo sent Omega to show you the grounds?”

 “About that…” rubbing the back of my head, not really sure how to explain myself. I wasn’t really sure where to start if I was being honest or if I really wanted to get into it right now.

“I had a couple of things I wanted to do beforehand. He wasn’t able to the whole time.” the floor here was becoming my friend, I was looking at it like it was the most interesting thing in the world. I wasn’t convincing but I didn’t want to burden him with everything currently going through my head.

He didn’t seem fully convinced but decided not to press further, “ Do you need some help getting back?” 

I’m not sure why it surprised me, both he and Terzo had been nothing but welcoming since I got here. “Ooh it’s fine don't worry about it, I can just go back the way I came. I’m sure you have someone waiting for you or something else to attend to.” 

“Nonsense, bella. Not many people are waiting for me on any given day except for Terzo. I’m sure the il dolore nel mio culo will understand.” 

“I don’t want to cause you any problems, more so than what I already have.” 

“You are no trouble at all cara. I’d be more than happy to escort you back. Maybe find you something to eat?” His face was starting to match mine his cheeks were starting to be dusted in a rose color. 

“No, it’s ok seriously. I’ll be fine, I can just go back the way I came. I can just get something in the morning to eat.” I try my best to be convincing, but my stomach had other plans. At the mention of food, my stomach let out a guttural growl. Fuck maybe I was more hungry than I thought. 

“When was the last time you ate something, cara?”

  “Yesterday… When Sister Beth brought us soup” I sheepishly explained. 

“Did sister not give you something to eat this morning?” 

“Sister Beth tried to but she was so busy and I honestly wasn’t all that hungry anyways… there’s just been a lot on my mind today and I didn’t want to be a bother so…” the words die in my throat. Copia’s gaze was only filled with more worry and I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, I didn’t want to worry him anymore.

  He looked away slightly like he was thinking about something. Finally, he looked back at me determination making it to his face, whatever it was he was not going to take no for an answer. He cleared his throat and nervously began to ask, “Well… if you’d like I could make you something back at my place… there’s a little kitchen in there and I’m sure I have something that I could make you… Unless of course you just want to go to sleep… but you probably should go to sleep on an empty stomach, it’s not particularly healthy. Especially after everything that you’ve just been through…”

“Cardinal…” the smallest of smiles beginning to form, there was something about him that made him endearing to listen to. He genuinely just wanted to help. 

“But then again, you're not entirely human so are you even hungry?” He continued. 

“Copia…” 

“If you are interested I do make a mean Rigatoni, even Terzo agrees, and he’s as picky as they come…” He kept rambling. 

“Copia!”  He finally stopped, his gaze finally snapping to meet mine. His body goes stiff as he twiddles his thumbs.

  The smile never left my face, “I would like that. If it really is no trouble.” 

He looked like he was signing out in relief,  “Of course, bella. It’s no trouble at all.” stepped to the side gesturing for me to start walking. 

“Why thank you.” I chuckle before I move, Copia following close behind.We fell into a comfortable silence. The halls remained empty, if I didn’t know any better I would think this place was abandoned.  I couldn’t help but take in the abbey. With Copia it’s not as intimidating, it was beautiful. The halls don't seem to go endlessly to God knows where when there is someone who knows where they’re going.

My eyes drift over to Copia. Heat rushed to my face as I took him in. I suppose this was the first time I had really taken him in. I never noticed how much taller he was compared to me. His face angled in just the right places.  He was handsome, he had to have known it. His hair was pushed back and out of his face a few pieces falling into his face - he looked like he was tired, but it was something he wore well. He looked like he had a lot of late nights but there he didn’t look like he was tired. I was in no way discreet as I mapped out his face. His lips were the last thing I landed on. They were plump and looked a little chapped from the cold. I just wanted to reach up and kiss him.

Wait, what? No. No… I shouldn’t be thinking that. We just met. He and Terzo had been nothing but kind to me and I couldn't fuck that up. I hadn’t even realized that I was staring until he turned his head slightly in my direction. Snapping my head back in front of me the blush across my cheeks only deepened. 

“Do a lot of people live here? I don’t think I’ve seen anyone since yesterday…” I finally broke the silence. Mentally slapping myself for the question, hoping he didn’t notice me staring. Little did I know that he was also staring at me, having a similar dilemma. 

He looked deep in thought for a moment “Not as many as there used to be. Some still do but they’re probably all back in their dorms for the night… The ministry is open to anyone who wishes but they are free to come and go as they please…” he pauses for a moment before continuing, “Besides, not many wander down these halls except for me, not many siblings are dying to be working down here with me. I was honestly surprised to see you down here. ”

“What can I say, I have a knack for getting horribly lost, I’m just glad it was you I ran into.”  

He laughs slightly, “I can see that. I’m more than happy to have the company, especially if it’s una bella ragazza come te.”

“You’re too kind, cardinal…” 

“I only speak the truth, cara.”

I hope he didn’t notice my cheeks burning from his comment. If he did he once again didn’t say anything. The faintest of smiles on his face as he looked over at me. 

“I hope you are settling in well here.”  Copia continued. 

“For the most part. I don't think I have ever had that big of a bed in my whole life.” The  end turned into an awkward laugh  “This all doesn't seem real if I’m being honest with you.” 

“I can imagine.” He paused, his head turning in my direction. “This must be a lot for. I was lucky enough to be raised in this world, I couldn’t imagine what might be going through your head right now… If there is anything I can do to help you adjust, just ask topolino. ”

I don’t know what possessed me, but I was feeling bold. “A friend would be nice.”

I giggled as he fumbled over his steps, his cheeks turning a bright red as he tried to regain his footing. His eyes were wide as he turned to look at me. A silent question passed between us. I could only smile in response, slightly nodding my head. 

“Okie dokie, mia cara.”

A moment of silence passed between us. His eyes stared into mine, a fire erupting in my stomach. It felt like it would set me ablaze but I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

“Thank you for staying with me.” I wasn’t sure if he could even hear me. 

“No need to thank me cara, I can just imagine how overwhelming this all must be for you.” He cocked his head to the side. His lips upturned into the slightest smile - his eyes holding nothing but warmth in them.  

“I hope you might be able to call this place home.” He seemed to hesitate for a brief moment, like he had something else to say but didn’t. I wasn't going to push him. We fell back into silence, simply content in the other presence.

At this point, the sun had completely set. The candles that lined the halls cast shadows across the wall. The painting that was in the main hallway seemed to become less common the further we went. The walls seemed just a bit more familiar. It wasn’t long before we made it to what I assumed was his room. 

“Home sweet home.” He opened the door to reveal his room. I’m not sure what I was expecting as I walked into the room. His room was similar to mine. There were candles all over the place. A small TV sat in the corner facing the couch. A few potted plants lined the counter in the kitchen. Some were half dead, but it looked like he was trying his best. 

The sound of squicking caught my attention. In the corner of the room - closer to what I’m guessing is his bedroom - stood a decent size cage. Inside were close to a dozen rats, all varying in different color and size. 

“Ooh, my god.” I squealed, making a beeline for the cage. 

They all get close to the edge of the cage - Curious to see the newcomer. Upon closer inspection, quite a few of the rats were missing something. A few were missing legs, one was missing an eye. Despite their circumstances, they all looked more than happy to be there. 

“These must be the rats you were talking about, right?” I laughed, turning my head so I could see Copia. 

He stood by the door looking slightly flushed. He looked like he was in a daze.  My question just barely snapped him out of it. 

“What? Ooh sí, sí! They’re the ones I couldn’t realise back into the Abbey when they healed.” 

He makes his way over to me. Bending down to the same level as the rats.  They only got more excited now that he was there. His body heat radiates off of him, it took everything in me to not move closer to him. He goes to open the cage, picking up the one that was missing an eye. Petting his head slightly before Copia brought him closer to me. Looking like a proud parent showing off his kids. 

“This little guy is Rizzo.”

The little guy stands on his hind legs looking at Copia. He seemed hesitant to even come near me.  Sniffing my hand before walking into my outstretched hand.   

“Hey there, Rizzo. Aren’t you just the sweetest?” Bring him closer to my face. He sniffs up my face deciding that I was not a threat, squeaking out his approval. He looks back at Copia and back at me - Curling himself into my hand.

“He likes you, bella.”

   Handing him back to Copia, “I have a way with animals as surprising as it sounds.” 

“I don't think it's that surprising.” his voice still soft. The look he was giving me was making my stomach do flips. The feeling from the hallway came back with a vengeance. “I think they have a way of judging people for who they are.” 

Our eyes meet, and a sort of understanding passes through us. Neither of us really sure if we should look away or if we even wanted to. I’m not sure which of us started to close the gap. The space between us was getting smaller and smaller. My eyes flutter close waiting to feel his lips on mine. 

“Copia. Figlio di puttana!” The voice was muffled soon followed by the sound of the door flying open interrupting the moment. 

We jump from each other. Trying to get as much space from the other as we could, looking anywhere else but the other.

  “First you miss dinner, then you miss our meeting, and now no one can find il nostro bellissimo ospite and where have you been…” The slightly panicked voice of Terzo rounds the corner stopping when he noticed us standing there.  “Ooh… am I interrupting something?” The signature smirk I was growing fond of made its way to his face. 

“No, not at all…”

 “Sai sempre quando scegliere il tuo tempismo…” 

 Our words overlap each other. The blush on our faces did little to hide what just happen. 

“Sí… whatever you say...”  Terzo throws himself onto the couch. His eyes shifted from Copia to me, a more genuine smile making its way to his face.

  “I missed you both at dinner.” He starts, his voice soft. He sounded like he was sure if he should be saying it or not. “My apologies if Omega misbehaved. I instructed him to be on his best behavior.” 

“No, it's seriously my fault. I was the one who was running behind and then I got lost trying to find the dining hall. If it wasn’t for Copia here I would probably still be aimlessly wandering the halls.” 

“Forgive me I would have shown you the way myself, but duty calls.” 

“It’s seriously all good. Besides I’m getting food out of it. I count that as a win.” 

At the mention of food, Copia seemed to be reminded of what he was going to do, to begin with. Muttering out a quick pardon he makes his way to the little kitchen.

  Not sure what else to do I take a seat on the couch as far from Terzo as I could. I didn’t want him to see how flustered I was. I was also trying to not dig myself further into the hole I was all but falling into. 

“I don’t bite, bella. Unless you ask nicely.” He winked. The bastard was enjoying how flustered I was. 

“Be nice.” Copia's voice left little room for argument. He pointed the spoon in his hand at Terzo who lifted his hands in mock surrender

I relaxed moving closer to him. Terzo had his arm thrown back on the couch. It felt like last night again. It didn’t feel forced instead it felt like this was a normal occurrence. 

“So how was your first official day out and about,  bella?”

“Eventful to say the least. I’m pretty sure Sister Imperator is plotting my death as we speak.” I try to make light of everything. 

“Don’t pay her much mind, tesoro. As scary as she can be, she’s practically harmless these days.”

  “I should also thank you for the room… and the clothes… and I guess for actually letting me stay here.”

“No need to thank me bella. It’s not every day we have such an esteemed guest here, let alone one as bellissima as you.”  He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

By now I should just be used to what they’re doing to me, my ears still being from both of their constant compliments. 

“Well still… I should thank you both. You’ve been nothing but kind since I got here… you’ve honestly made this a lot easier than I thought it would be…” The room felt like it had gone completely silent. I refused to look anywhere else than the tv in front of me. I kept my hands in my lap trying not to show how nervous I was.

  I could feel him stiffen slightly before relaxing. Taking my hand in his, I jumped, meeting his gaze. His eyes were just as hypnotic as Copia’s, I could find myself staring into them all night. He had a soft smile on his face. This was the most relaxed I think I’ve ever seen either of them since I got here. As selfish as it sounded I wanted to stay like this for as long as I could. The way that they looked at me made me feel like they were casting a spell on me. 

“I would have it no other way, tesoro.” 

My head came to rest on Terzo's shoulder. It was getting increasingly harder to ignore how tired I was. His arm hesitantly came to pull me closer to his side. The warmth of his body did little to help - Neither did the steady beating of his heart. I could feel my eyes becoming heavy. Their banter continued and as crazy as it sounds a part of me felt like this was what I was always missing. This was the most relaxed I had been in such a long time. My breathing started to slow and I could fight it off anymore. Finally, I let sleep take me.

  Translations: mia signora- My lady bella- beautiful mia cara- My dear Cara- Dear il dolore nel mio culo- the pain in my ass Una bella ragazza come te- A beautiful girl like you Topolino- Little mouse Sí- yes Figlio di puttana- You son of a bitch il nostro bellissimo ospite - our beautiful guest  sai sempre quando scegliere il tuo tempismo- You alwasy know when to pick your time Tesoro- treasure Bellissima- Beautiful

#the band ghost #ghost band #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #terzo #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus iii x reader #cardinal copia #copia #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader x trezo

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Before Winnie of Pooh Blood and Honey, The Mean One, Bambi Reckoning, and Peter Pan. NOW new Disney horror.

I always have a version of this.

There also are other horror version ideas.

Grimm Fairy Tales #2

Cindy Monroe grew up as an awkward teenager but desired the same things as other teenage girls want – a degree of acceptance and attention. When she finished high school, she moved on to college where she hoped to put her past behind her by joining a sorority. After feeling hurt and running away from the sorority girls. Stop by the Fairy Tales book clubs in studio auditory. 

In this version Cinderella makes a deal with the fairy godmother in exchange for her soul. This version of Cinderella also wishes that her stepmother and stepsisters be killed, a fate to which they succumb (violently.) As this was the period when Sela was being influenced by Belinda’s trickery, Cindy takes the wrong message out of this and seeks revenge. In the end she finally finds the prince charming.

Detention (2019)

Cinderhella was in the movie, but not a supporting character. A group of teens went to see this movie called “Cinderhella 2: Beauty Screams″. In the scene, the victim girl was caught in the middle with Cinderhella on medical torture chair like SAW and asked to put on the slippery and cut inside the stomach. The victim girl tried to apology to her about sex as a joke. My theory was story was she probability Cinderhella was genuinely nice, helpful, easy going, and normal girl. Maybe leave of religion parent or another stepfamily could be strict. When Hella started hanging out with a group of teens. Some are teased but not much being bullied. The teens trick her and make her to have sex without saving herself before marriage. She ran away feeling a sinner and become suicided by burning her body. Then never saw Hella again in high school years. Now she is out getting revenge on the teens who did it to her.

Grimm TV show-Happily Ever Aftermath

Lucinda Jarvis was nine-years old when her mother died, and two years later the father remarried. Lucinda and her stepfamily did not get along well. The godfather, Spencer Harrison, gave her everything that she wanted to make sure she didn’t lose control. She stayed distance from her family. Spencer was able to sneak her uninvited into a black-tie party, where Lucinda wins the heart of Arthur Jarvis (Prince Charming), who had been occupied with her stepsisters' minutes before, further fueling jealousy.  Arthur and Lucinda finally got married. Years passed Lucinda’s father killed himself because the financial problems. Arthur and Spencer went Lucinda’s stepmother Mavis Kerfield who's ran the business after husband death to asked for money. Mavis turns them down, however, because they have stayed away from the family for so long.

First Lucinda killed her stepmother and one of stepsister but one alive. Later, that night Arthur got attacked by Lucinda, and realized that she never loved him. She has no conscience and will kill the last remaining for inherit her father's $52 million fortune. 

He was caught and cornered in the basement when she heard a terrible noise that made her head and ears in agony pain. She escaped.

Her godfather, Spencer caught up to her.

She begged him to help her. He agreed but he cannot let her escape again.

He had killed her with his screeching noise to ease her pain and suffering all those years.

Spencer apologized but he regrets nothing as it was for her own good.

But in the end, she doesn’t wish to be abandoned by anyone ever again. She shifted to her fang and killed him.

They both died in the ending.

Is it a happy ending?

Or a sad ending?

You decide.

Criminal Minds: If The Shoes Fit

Claire Dunbar was born in 1990 raised by the single father Edward when the mother in prison. Claire’s father became pedophile to her and others. As a child, she would be read bedtime stories by her father when he wasn't abusing her, which caused her to become heavily fond of books. Her favorite story was the Cinderella fairy-tale. When she was five, she was abandoned at a shopping mall by Edward after he lost his job and was struggling financially, with only a note of apology attached to her blouse. Claire’s father finally got arrested for assaulted two girls and dead in jail of heart attacks. Claire was in a foster family mother and three daughters.

During adulthood, Claire worked at the dry cleaners but had a poor work ethic and tendency to steal some of the dresses that were dropped off. She loves to read other adult romance novels that are part of fairy tales. Claire targeted handsome male Caucasian college students in their 20s that look alike Prince Charming in the fairy tales in the stories, all of whom would approach her first after being captivated by her beauty.  After going out on only one date with them, she would talk with them about finding the right person to love, and when their responses or behaviors were unsatisfactory, she would attack them in fits of rage.

Finally, when the FBI caught up to her, that is when Reed decided to finish the story. The story that she had never found out what happened in the ending of Cinderella.

He said that he was searching for the maiden whom he danced in a ball. He searches high and wide to find the mysterious maiden that can fit this glass slipper. 

Claire was happy. She believes that she had found her prince charming in the fairy tale.

Reed kneeled and put on her glass slipper (Evidence at the crime scene) and he escorted her to the police car.

#cinderella #horror movie #horror fairy tales #criminal minds #detention #grimm tv show

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eepy headcanon for you: mwah 💋

Terzo is out on tour and Cardinal Copia knows that the reader has been taken under the Clergy’s wing as the scraggly little orphan. He is nervous at first but sees that the reader is quite said that Papa Terzo is not around with his Ghouls

Eventually, he approaches the reader and introduces himself. “Ah, hi… hello.” gives an awkward wave. Sees that the reader’s eyes are heavy. “I know Terzo usually reads you a bedtime story, yes? I found a nice book that you might like…”

Eventually, the reader and the Cardinal end up in the back of the library in a little pillow fort from the couch cushions. The reader has fallen asleep in Copia’s lap and from then on Copia vows to be their secret protector.

“Sleep well, little sinner,” he says softly. “I shall protect you when no one else is around to do so.”

sobbing sobbing I actually have a lil smth like this planned for faith in the future except the other way around (copia is on tour and terzo comforts the reader to sleep while he's gone) I just,,,, I love this concept so much,,,, ❤❤❤

#asks #ask me anything :) #zoo needs a mutuals tag #zoo is. very eepy rn

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Weekly Press Briefing #2 - July 3rd to July 9th, 2022

Welcome back to the Weekly Press Briefing, where we bring you highlights from The West Wing fandom each week, including new fics, ongoing challenges, and more! This briefing covers all things posted from July 3 - July 9, 2022.

Did we miss something? Let us know; you can find our contact info at the bottom of this briefing!

Fics:

Presenting your weekly roundup of fics posted in the tag for The West Wing on Archive of Our Own. If you are so inclined, please be sure to leave the authors some love in the form of kudos or comments. Be mindful of posted warnings/tags for each story.

Josh/Donna

it's 3am i must be lonely by sam_writes_fics | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

if we're sinners then it feels like heaven to me by BimadaBomily | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

all i want is for you to be mine by payback16 | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Healthcare Reform by hufflepuffhermione | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

Pop tarts And All The Things We Never Say by Shinyrosa | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

Agent Moss by Shinyrosa | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

this is the wonder (that's keeping the stars apart) by joshatella (shuuuliet) | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

and i would give all this (and the good place too) | by hanyolo | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progressi’ve nowhere to be (other than right next to you) by JessBakesCakes for thababes | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

Midnight Strings by sam_writes_fics | Rated M | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | In Progress

the only thing i wanna do is be with you by mikaylawrites | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

CJ/Toby

let there be hotel complaints and grievances raised by JediAnnieScrambler | Rated M | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

all the king’s men by singingaboutwishing for claudiasjeancregg | Rated T | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

come home to my heart by claudiasjeancregg for crossingdelancey | Rated M | C. J. Cregg/Toby Ziegler | Complete

Other Pairings/Gen Fic

Drabbles and shorts of all sorts by providing_leverage (multi-fandom drabble collection; link leads to TWW chapter) | Rated G | Ainsley Hayes/Donna Moss | Complete

No, Josh Lyman isn't straight by rosier16 | Rated T | Josh Lyman (No Pairing Listed) | In Progress

and your eyes look like comin’ home by JediAnnieScrambler | Rated T | CJ Cregg/Andrea Wyatt | Complete

i've waited long enough by rearviewmirror | Rated M | Jed Bartlet/Leo McGarry | In Progress

I'm Happy Being With You by SocialOutsider | Rated E | Josh Lyman/Sam Seaborn | Complete

The Language of Healing by silasfinch for justdreaming88 | Rated M | Ellie Bartlet/Original Female Character(s) | In Progress

Bedtime Stories by krazykitkat | Rated E | Danny Concannon/CJ Cregg | Complete

Multiple Pairings

5 times characters of the west wing got an abortion by fiery_one_18 | Rated T | Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet, Donna Moss/Original Male Character(s, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Zoey Bartlet/Charlie Young, Zoey Bartlet/Original Male Character(s), Elizabeth Bartlet Westin/Doug Westin, Danny Concannon/C. J. Cregg | Complete

The Pianist by mlea7675 | Rated T | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Ainsley Hayes/Sam Seaborn | In Progress

The House Warming by Jillian B [archived by westwingfanfictioncentral_archivist | Rated T | Sam Seaborn/Original Female Character(s), Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete

The first 100 days by JessARober1501| Rated M | Helen Santos/Matt Santos, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Abbey Bartlet/Jed Bartlet | In Progress

Challenges/Prompts:

Our weekly round-up of open challenges/prompts/fandom events. Do you have a challenge or event you’d like us to promote? Be sure to get in touch with us! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

Stories in the In Another Life: A Josh/Donna Alternate Universe Prompt Fest were revealed in June and the collection is still open for submissions. Learn more here.

The fic drive for reproductive rights is looking for authors to participate in their auction event. Learn more here.

The Department of Fanworks is hosting Fic-Based Initiative, a summer fic exchange, and sign-up are open. Learn more here.

Trope Soup: A Josh/Donna Tropes Fest is open for prompt submissions and claims. Learn more here.

The West Wing Daily prompts: July 5 | July 6 | July 9

Photos:

What an absolutely wild week in TWW photos! Here’s what was posted from July 3rd - July 9th.

Janel Moloney posted her first public Instagram photo.

Janel Moloney posted a picture of her dog, Ollie.

Janel Moloney posted a Throwback Thursday picture of her, Brad, and Richard on set while filming 20 Hours in America. (+ Responses from Brad and Richard.)

Amy Landecker posted some photos of her and Brad at Niagara Falls.

Amy Landecker posted some photos of her and Brad at Berczy Park Dog Fountain.

Amy Landecker posted some photos of her and Brad on a Tiki Taxi.

Amy Landecker posted some photos of her and Brad at the Art Gallery of Ontario.

Amy Landecker posted some miscellaneous photos of her and Brad in Canada.

Donna Moss Daily: July 3 | July 4 | July 5 | July 6 | July 7 | July 8 | July 9

Daily Josh Lyman: July 3 | July 4 | July 5 | July 6 | July 7 | July 8 | July 9

No Context BWhit: July 3 | July 4 (1) | July 4 (2) | July 5 | July 6 | July 7 (1) | July 7 (2) | July 8 |  July 8 (2) | July 9 | July 9 (2)

@JanelMilfoney (formerly known as @RareJanel): July 4 | July 5 | July 6 | July 6 |  July 7 | July 8

Janel Moloney Word of the Day: July 3 | July 4

Edits/Artwork:

Here’s where we’ll share all the photo edits, videos, and other artwork in the fandom this week!

i think it must be true love by @theRollyJogerYT [VIDEO]

Uncle Josh Instagram AU by @kennysroys [PHOTO EDIT]

Shout-Outs:

This is where we shout-out members of our fandom! Got a birthday coming up? Did a friend start their first watch-through of the show? Let us know! Contact info is at the bottom of this briefing.

Happy birthday to Twitter user @jeaniecregg! You can read their fics here.

Editor’s Choice:

This just in from this week in canon: Josh and Mandy broke up on July 9. There’s no word on whether or not Sarah Wissinger’s smoking jacket actually had an impact on this decision, but in any case we’ve pulled together some fics, new and old, centered around Mandy and the break-up. Know of one we’re missing? Be sure to reblog or retweet with links to your favorites, and don’t hesitate to get in touch with us to share it!

Valuable by Tyrols | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss, Mandy Hampton/Josh Lyman | Complete | So, why did Mandy and Josh break up on July 9th?

She’s Not You by Quaggy | Rated G | Mandy Hampton/Josh Lyman, Amy Gardner/Josh Lyman, Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | A couple of years after she left DC, Mandy meets up with an old friend.

Seven Days in July by JessBakesCakes | Rated G | Josh Lyman/Donna Moss | Complete | This shouldn’t be so hard. They’ve had their fair share of almosts and their maybes and their moments to ignore. If she could even consider them that, knowing he doesn’t feel the same way. Or, a look into the minds of Josh and Donna during the week of Josh and Mandy's July 9th breakup.

when I'm screaming at the sky by slightlyraspberry | Rated T | Mandy Hampton/Josh Lyman | Complete | Josh and Mandy, finish to start.

Lipstick by ETraytin | Rated T | Mandy Hampton/Josh Lyman | Complete | A short and tempestuous tale of Wisconsin, wild women, and woe.

Same Auld Lang Syne by kiss_me_cassie | Rated T | Mandy Hampton/Josh Lyman | Complete | Mandy thinks over what might have been and what really was.

the rhythm of in betweens. by furies | Rated M | Mandy Hampton/Josh Lyman, Mandy Hampton/CJ Cregg | Complete | "And you managed to fuck that one up too, didn't you?"

And that’s all the news that’s fit to print! May your AO3 tabs be many and your emotional support water bottle always full; we’ll catch you next week!

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#the west wing #tww #tww fandom #tww fic #newsletter #josh lyman #donna moss #cj cregg #sam seaborn #toby ziegler #joshdonna #samjosh #josh x donna #sam x josh #cj x toby #mandy hampton #cj x danny #cj x mandy #jed x leo #janel moloney #bradley whitford

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Lost in the Eye of Zaun

Summary: Revolution is coming and freedom is in every Zaunite’s horizon- but at what cost? A singers first hand encounter of scraping out an existence with her young sister who has big plans for the future, but plans change when The Eye of Zaun set’s his sights on capturing the Siren and de-rails everything she once knew. A story of sinners and saints, and the lies between them. WARNINGS: Drug use, Sex Work, Past Child Abuse, Graphic Violence, Gang related activity, Toxic relationships, Gaslighting, Manipulation, MORE WILL BE ADDED AS STORY CONTINUES..  https://archiveofourown.org/users/Lovelace/profile (read my filthy writing and listen to my playlists on Spotify) Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 ___________Chapter 3: You, Me, and a sea of ecstacy.

Song in Ch. 3: Monster Inside by Ilya, Id & I, the Ocean

Reverberating sequences of synth patches echoed and morphed into something else as the red lights shifted overhead. A steady pulse built into the next melody and Sondre switched the pedal to modulate her voice, sounding further away and trapped between layers of static fuzz. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes and hooking the mic back into the stand she held softly, solemn. With the tilt of her head came the loose tendrils that cascaded across her, as her hand gripped the cord, brow pinching in with her words.

‘..I'd like to run away from you, And you should never follow me, I would die…I'd like to break the chains you put around me, But I know I never will...’

The pulse carried the flow of her lyrics, drifting across the crowd in a whisper until the beat dropped and a melancholic piano chord cut through. The song became a twisted churning of mechanical whirrs and snares that accented the sad song of Cerise’s keyboard. Sondre opened her dark eyes and met the glossy dozens transfixed on her, the shadow overhead weighing heavily across her face.

‘...Monster inside, Always high, Monster inside, I cannot hide...’

A shudder took hold of her body as the perspiration cooled on her skin, she looked back at the spell struck crowd, strangers reaching out their arms to claw towards her. Like the monsters she spoke of, trying to drag her to hell every day. Reaching out her own she chose to ghost just beyond reach, fingertips wiggling outside their grasp.

From this angle she could play with fire, close enough to be dragged away into the void of bodies but far enough to evade if needed. At the top of her line of sight she saw a tiny foot dangling. Her eyes snapped up to the metal balcony where Phira sat dozing off sleepily until she locked eyes with Sondre’s displeased look and stiffened- she’d been found awake and up very much past her bedtime. Phira snuggled the teddy bear tighter, smooshing her face into its back to obstruct her guilty face from her sister. Sondre’s eyes narrowed briefly and lowered, that girl never listened to her. Phira knew she didn’t like her to be at the club because it wasn’t safe, too many variables and bad people in one contained area. She’d have to deal with Phira later, and hoped she’d stay put on the balcony to keep from harm.  ————–> Hey hey, if you like this so far, please consider commenting and letting me know because I love and need feedback to continue to write fanfic. It would mean a lot!!

‘..First they want a free show, Eyes that brightly call, You hang out with the devils, By straight way to the fall,

Following the line of the crowd to the back of the factory she saw her baron, gluttonous and repulsive in his slick behavior with the others. It looked like he was extra chummy tonight, probably trying to con another man into his side hustle with shimmer, but the other guy looked like he was one breath away from croaking, so he probably had an endgame to take his money too. She really couldn’t understand how he got away with so much when everyone hated him and knew he was a rat. Sondre just hoped she wouldn’t be caught in the backlash when his reckoning came, but she did wish to be a part of it. Her loyalty was not freely given, and was only barely a thing because of the control and threats he placed over her life and everyone’s life she held dear. The things she had to do to protect them haunted her, and would taint her forever.

The unpleasant emptiness cramped inside her again as she stared dead past the crowd and beyond. Tunnel vision to the slimy pig she was tied to. ‘..I'm gonna show you, What you've made of me, Does he see the beast, You've set her free..’

Sondre kept her arm out, trailing it up and out like a bird, and then clawed it from the air. Her whole body pushed emotion out to the crowd as she crescendoed,

‘..Carry this dead body, Under the trees, Burn me like a witch, To hear my screams..’

She slipped the mic out of the stand and stalked around the front, hair obstructing her face from view as she made herself small again at the corner of the stage. Her mouth was watery, nausea was once again rearing its ugly head. She saw one of her ‘sometime lovers’ standing nearby dressed all in black, he was dealing tonight. Crouched down, she subtly nodded in his direction to flag him over for a hit of something...anything. The song trailed off with her vocoded sad and sultry voice.

‘..I'd like to run away from you, But you should never follow me, I would diе.. I'd like to break the chains you put around mе, But I know I never will..’

The lights changed their hue, the signal for the interlude, Avor kept the drone going as they exited stage right to grab a drink, Cerise following suit. Fox and Georgie were the bassist and drummer and preferred to keep the beat going, never passing up an opportunity to jam next to each other. Avor would bring them refreshments in a moment just before it was time to roll into the next song. 

The man in black walked up with his head angled down, eyeing Sondre’s bare feet and dragging up to the sliver of smooth leg peeking out of her dress slit.

“Rough night? Need a bump?” he offered, hand sliding to the fold of fabric inside his jacket to pull out a leather corded necklace containing a brass snuff vial and spoon. Sondre could feel her hands grow numb, and she knew she wouldn’t feel better unless she did something about it, like eat food..but she couldn’t leave for at least another 2 hours.

“You know me so well, Knox..hmm..” She glanced up to see if Phira was looking and thankfully, she had pushed back away from the ledge to curl facing away from the stage and snuggle her bear. She was tired.

“It’s a derivative, cut- so it doesn’t overexcite..you down for that?” he asked as he scooped a dollop up. “Sounds fucking perfect..” Sondre dove down to inhale the bump, and Knox scooped up another quickly for her second. She tried the other nostril and lifted her head high to clear her lungs, feeling the rush take her up and then settle her warmly down. Brushing the dust off her nose, she smirked at the black clad man as he inhaled his own, giving her a wink. 

“Now, don’t you go forgetting me, Sondre. I miss you. let’s link up soon, you heard?” He came in close, angling up to cup her face and kiss the side of her head. Like a shadow, he snuck back into the crowd swiftly and was nowhere to be seen.

Not everyone was horrible here, there were still solid people like Knox who didn’t hound her for her company or get jealous, vindictive. He knew her rules, he knew the game and played it well. Everyone had their part to do and it was best to not muck it up with relationships and promises no one would ever keep. Knox and her went way back; they fooled around, talked, dealt, and looked out for each other. They were together when they could be, no strings attached, no jealousy, just an understanding. 

Sondre appreciated his bluntness and very laid back prerogative, he didn’t ask for too much and never made her feel guilty or felt like she owed him. He was just a hot guy who liked to fuck, smoke a little- maybe cuddle, and hustle hard. She could respect that.

Feeling her body flooded with clammy warmth (which was better than just being numb) she scouted the room for Billie, finding her handling a keg behind the bar. Slinking away from the stage she beelined, hoping to avoid any scummy characters. 

“Phira’s passed out on the balcony, looks like she snuck out again. Can you keep an extra eye on her? I’ve got a good view from the stage but tonight's packed. I’ll take her home after our last song, no detours.” 

Billie, raised her head up from the lower part of the bar as she fixed the hose and switched the keg, walked a couple feet out into the room and glanced at the sleeping form above. She sucked her teeth in disappointment and nodded.

“Of course, Sondre. Damn she really needs to stop doing that, how the hell does she get enough sleep to cook, it’s dangerous.” Billie gripped Sondre’s bicep and pulled her along with her as she walked onto the crowded floor again. 

“I’ll look out for her, and tell the others too, we should all be aware. You sound great out there tonight, by the way.”

“Thanks, ain’t feeling too well and I’m starving..so I’m glad I’m not fucking it up. We should be done in three songs and then they’ll just put on a playlist for the rest of the night. Thanks again Bill, I gotta split..” Sondre hugged her, and they pecked each other quickly on the cheek.

Slinking away from the greedy looking eyes of fiends that followed her off stage, she met up with Avor on the side, hand reaching for the small clear glass of shine they offered. It stung the whole way down, sitting hot inside her stomach but curing it from churning anymore. A familiar vertigo took her, made her tingle all over and her shoulders finally relaxed. When she opened her eyes, she saw Avor giving her a look, their eyes rimmed with black kohl made their irises intense. 

“You good?” Avor moved close to her, wrapping their arm around the small of her back and resting their forehead to hers. Sondre breathed in deep, they always smelled of neroli and sandalwood and it calmed her nerves. With the intimacy, they laughed and wrapped their arms around as she nuzzled their nose, humming with bliss. Avor was definitely also on something, just hiding it better.

“You’re fucked up aren’t you?” they snickered.

“Hmm, not really..more buzzed than anything.” Sondre smiled, her body felt weightless in their presence. She swayed them to the oscillating sounds over the sound system, giggling to herself.

“okay.” Avor laughed, and separated Sondre from their torso, only to turn them around and hold them close from behind. Their face snuggled into the crook of her neck as they both moved together, gay and comfortable. From anyone's view it would seem like they were intoxicated lovers, but they were only best friends. Of course they had hooked up a few times and decided that they should again..some day, and it was always amazing, but truthfully (and both knew this) most of the time they just wanted solace in each other's company, no judgment and no shame. She had never had someone so close to her like this, and if she believed in soulmates, Avor would absolutely be hers. Sondre looked up to see Cerise grilling her again scoffing and upturning her pointy nose like a child.

“Cerise is being a right cunt tonight..the fuck does she want?!” She asked, a bit too loudly as the effects of downing the strong drink too fast came full force. Her face flushed as the words left her mouth, sputtering giggles through her lips.

“She is, isn't she?” Avor laughed hysterically into the mess of Sondre’s hair, a fit of harmonizing cackles came from their mouths while Cerise’s expression turned even more sour and she stomped away back to her keyboard. Avor held tighter, face smooshed to the side of hers.

“Probably not wise to piss off the pianist of the group..”

“Eh, I’d take your stabby synth patches over her boujie chords any day.” 

Avor pinched her side and nibbled her ear lobe,

“Flattery suits you, keep it coming..” they mumbled, squeezing her tighter. 

“You going to see Knox tonight or are you coming home?” they said hushed, hands creeping down her waist and kneading the flesh, only for them to stop and hug tight around her ribs again and cackle.

“Home- If all goes well, you tease. Phira snuck out again and is asleep on the balcony, so I’m praying I can slip away to take her home before Glub gives me another fucking job tonight.” 

“Ah I’ll try my best to make sure he doesn’t find you then, I would like the company tonight...if you do.” 

Sondre turned her head to face them, even though she was intoxicated she could appreciate the absolute beauty that was the androgynous Avor. Slender but built, chiseled bone structure, dark rimmed eyes, pierced ear, dark hair, looked great in crop tops and had sigil tattoos on the back of their neck. She just wanted to keep them all to herself.

“I’ll try my best, babe. But it’s been a long day. I’ll treat you to a late lunch if I can’t, deal?”

“Oh hell yeah- that’s a deal!” Their lips smacked loudly against her cheek, and they spun off back onto the stage to prep the next set of songs. Sondre let out a long breath, reveling in the feeling of tingly softness that hummed throughout her body. She started to make her way back onto the stage when one of the waitresses grabbed her arm,

“Sondre, just a heads up..Glub’s lookin to get that old, crusty baron laid tonight..he might pick you for it considering you’re his favorite.”

And just like that, her high turned low. Every emotion was sour and salty in her mouth.

“Fuck no. He can get someone else tonight, I already made my quota tonight- fuck..the last two days I made over what I’m expected to. “

“I’m just letting you know, hon. Make yourself scarce when the show is over.” The woman gave her a squeeze and walked away with her tray, leaving Sondre to feel as if she sunk into a pit of despair. 

She climbed back onto stage, trying not to let rage take her once again.

Please comment and tell me what you think, I have so many ideas for this and very little serotonin to finish and post everything...so a few nice words or constructive criticism and feedback would help.

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Hellaverse Theories: Hazbin Hotel S1E5

Welcome to Quilly’s Hellaverse Theories, where I overthink the entire Hellaverse! Gonna knock out another two episodes of Hazbin Hotel today and then the last two at some point later this week, and then it’ll be on to Helluva Boss (which will probably be shorter posts overall, because HH is the cosmic-scale conflict show and HB is the interpersonal conflict show, but knock on wood and all).

Time to jump into Hazbin Hotel s1e5!

Charlie starting to understand that the concept of redemption is nowhere near as easy as she thought it would be is such a wonderful, simple, universal, maddening element of coming-of-age stories, where naivete is replaced with experience. And, following that formula, Charlie’s desire to help people with THEIR problems means she can’t ignore HER problems. Ain’t it funny? Her commitment to the idea that she is Right About This can get a little grating, even a little embarrassing to watch (at least for me); I think for me it smacks of well-meaning but ignorant privilege (and being in possession of that and having gone through a lot of growing pains just to see that I have it in the first place, let alone try to grow from it…listen I don’t really believe in “cringe” the way it’s commonly used but I sure do feel it while watching Charlie in a visceral, personal way). But her determination to stop suffering in tangible ways is still an honorable impulse, and her strength of character can only improve by being challenged and knocked down from paths that won’t work.

Charlie’s wording for how the Exterminations came to be is another interesting angle to add to the puzzle. Even Miss Sunshine and Rainbows doesn’t sugar-coat it (except with the original sugar-coating I think she originally heard the story with), saying Lucifer let it happen, that he said, “go ahead and kill everyone.” Up until this point, Lucifer hasn’t been seen in-show except in the first episode’s bedtime story version of backstory. He’s mentioned as a powerful figure, usually in relation to Charlie (or rather, in Charlie’s relationship to him, “Lucifer’s brat,” “Lucifer’s little bitch,” etc.), but he isn’t seen. All we have is Charlie’s unwillingness to reach out to him, a hint of Daddy Issues, and a vision of a dreamer who gets his ideas ignored and makes a mistake that creates Hell. And now with this, the image that we get of Lucifer seems cold, passive, and distant. And, heck, to Charlie, that’s exactly what he is. To EVERYONE, that’s how he seems to be.

So you can imagine the sheer shock and delight that gripped my heart to find out that Lucifer is the picture definition of Just A Little Guy.

(My friend who got me into the Hellaverse and was very much into the fan scene of Hazbin Hotel has told me that she’s having a hard time reconciling fanon, which was all they had for about five years, with what we now get as canon, and it’s interesting because I can see the roots of the ideas that formed that version of Lucifer, because it’s how Charlie sees Lucifer: aloof, distant, caring but not personal. Because. Well. That’s what depression on a powerful man looks like. Mr. Darcy and Lucifer could swap notes.)

(Also, there’s a red bodysuit on a dummy hanging in Lucifer’s room and I want to know what it is and where in Hell Lucifer would wear it.)

(Also also, I want his tea set. It’s so much fun. What the heck.)

Alright, Lucifer: this guy. This adorable, wacky, deeply broken little man. This guy who is supposed to be the scariest, most powerful being in Hell…and whom Alastor IMMEDIATELY picks a fight with. Part of this I personally see as Alastor’s natural arrogance; he’s uncomfortable not being the person in the room with the most power and control, so re-establishing that is important. Doubly important to him, I believe, is keeping his influence over Charlie, which Lucifer could most definitely threaten. Lucifer too isn’t used to having his authority challenged, not by some random sinner, and Lucifer does not like sinners. Like, full stop, doesn’t care about them, agreed to the Exterminations against them (likely as a trade to keep his family safe, which is an understandable trade and certainly one more up Lucifer’s alley, letting it happen rather than enacting it himself), doesn’t want Charlie to put herself on the line for them. And so having one belittle and threaten him and his standing with Charlie makes for an absolutely delectable tension, from which we get a very fun musical number.

(And look maybe it’s my very stupid Homestuck brain but the kismessitude is off the CHARTS, they are perversely loving poking at each other and it is FUN TO WATCH OKAY.)

Also, watching Alastor manipulate his way through the first half of this episode makes the catharsis of Lucifer’s genuine affection later (once he and Charlie hash out more of the bullcrap first) so much better, and it reinforces a running theme through the show (both shows actually): that the false or shallow stuff (Words, to use Rosie’s later advice) can entertain or help only so far before it falls apart, and the real stuff (Actions) is hard work but often the more truthful, stable stuff long-term. And “stuff” really is a catch-all term here: Alastor’s simpering false affection versus Lucifer’s genuine deeper fatherly love, Valentino’s version of love versus the Hotel’s version of love, Blitzo and Stolas’ full moon agreement versus the underlying feelings they have for each other, Sir Pentious’ first day “progress” versus his real, actual redemption after he sacrifices himself for people he was fully planning to shoot six months ago, Crimson’s playing nice towards Moxxie versus Blitzo’s actual trust in and care towards Moxxie. Real love, real support, real relationships, real progress: they’re messy, they’re hard, they’re not going to be storybook perfect, or as easy as sharing feelings and doing a couple of trust falls. I’m out in left field here again but this principle is so foundational to both of these shows; it’s 100% why I believe that if and when Alastor’s moment to turn on the Hotel and Charlie comes, it’s going to be such a satisfying and probably heart-wrenching moment, because even the detached sadistic Radio Demon might not be immune from making valuable connections that would bother him to lose. His game of manipulation and guiding Charlie towards a particular goal of his might get its hooks into him in ways he doesn’t expect—when the care he professes to have for Charlie turns into real care rather than a way to snipe at Lucifer.

ANYWAY.

Nice to see the theater that the hotel façade is always broadcasting, though not sure if it counts as real since it’s during a musical number. And to bring back the last point about fake vs. real feelings: Lucifer himself undergoes a transformation this episode, too. Alastor is laying it on thick, but Lucifer is as well, he’s just painfully sincere about it and that makes it worse. He doesn’t know how to emotionally connect to Charlie, but he wants to smother her with affection and gifts and favors, since that’s about all he has to offer. It doesn’t occur to him until Charlie snaps at him that what she really wants and needs from him is…him. Himself. And being horrifically depressed and isolated doesn’t do much for a person, especially a person who screwed up in about the worst way a being can and as punishment got kicked out of his home, forced into a place he doesn’t like (and maybe can never escape), and made to watch the fruits (lol) of his labor churn out thousands of years of pain and suffering. Lucifer doesn’t GET that all Charlie needs is HIM. Why would she need HIM?? She can need the stuff he can get her, she can need favors from him, but HIM??? His support, his love, his encouragement? Madness. Nobody needs Lucifer. Lucifer is a sad sack hiding away in his ducky room, nobody needs that. I’m not projecting. This is fine.

SO. Next important building block into the “so blood colors in Hazbin Hotel specifically, what’s that about” discussion: Lucifer doing the Vivziepop crazy-eyes-with-drippy-mouth deranged expression. His bloody mouth drippies? They’re gold. Lucifer is still an angel. He’s a Fallen angel, but we don’t really know what that means in this context, because Vaggie is also an angel who lives in Hell but is never referred to as Fallen, but Lucifer still self-identifies as an angel, never as a demon. He still has the wings, he still has the powers, he still has the golden blood, APPARENTLY. But he also has the demonic form, the fire powers, the authority of a king of Hell. So, okay, he bleeds golden. Angels do that. Sinners were once human; they bleed red. We don’t seem to meet another Hellborn demon who runs into trouble in Hazbin Hotel, but in Helluva Boss, Hellborn demons bleed black. And if we’re running on the assumption that HH and HB still exist in the same universe, the black blood for Hellborn demons should hold true for HH, right? Keep this thought in mind, it’ll become important at the finale.

MIMZY! With her Mammon tattoo that drives me up the wall because sinners can’t leave Pride so why does she have that!!!!

Her version of Alastor’s backstory is, again, sort of unreliable, but it’s probably pretty close to the truth (just not the WHOLE truth, but there are some things that will probably never be discussed because they’re not important to the story but I’m just curious about them…like exactly how long it took for Alastor to start gaining clout, how he managed to take down powerful Overlords all on his own, if he’s always been freaky-powerful and different or if he became that way, what he knows and if he exploited Hellish loopholes or just read the proverbial instruction manual, if any of the Overlords he destroyed signed their souls to him first, etc. etc. etc.). And it serves the purpose of filling in some context for Alastor and why even after a seven-year absence he seems feared and respected still (by certain folks, anyway). But knowing all of this, and knowing Husk used to be an Overlord too…it raises a lot of the same questions from last episode, with interest after Husk goes to try and talk to him about Mimzy.

A short play-by-play: Husk interrupts Alastor’s now-silent pissing contest with Lucifer to bring up a concern with him. Alastor dismisses and belittles Husk. Husk lashes out with an incredibly dangerous piece of knowledge. Alastor wastes no time in putting Husk back in his place. They part ways, Alastor superior and Husk cowed.

Now let’s dig in a little deeper: Husk goes to Alastor to warn him about Mimzy out of concern. That’s interesting. Concern for Alastor? Concern for the hotel and its residents? Both? Alastor’s self-inflated ego is both his strength and his weakness; it’s entirely fair of Husk to bring up that Alastor has been missing for a little while, and to point out that nobody knows WHY—the implication being, with Alastor’s absence, fear of his abilities will have dwindled some (and Mimzy did just get done saying that he hasn’t gone on an Overlord-killing spree in a while, though what “a while” means is unclear). And given that seven years was enough time for the Vees to rise in power and get a chokehold on Hell like they have, Husk’s concerns are entirely valid, even reasonable.

Alastor’s reaction is beautifully in-character: an assertion and confidence in his own abilities, and a subtle reminder to Husk of his position in their relationship and what and who Alastor is to him (yes, calling him a pet is “subtle;” the overt way happens shortly). Alastor doesn’t want Husk’s concern; just his compliance. Alastor is aware that Husk still has value as an underling, but he isn’t so irreplaceable that Alastor wouldn’t destroy him for impertinence in a heartbeat. Here’s the next thought, though: does Alastor not like the impertinence…or is he afraid?

Because here’s my next huge batch of questions: how does Husk know that Alastor is on a leash? How is it that Husk isn’t an Overlord anymore and instead is owned by one, but Alastor is himself not in possession of his own soul (maybe) and yet retains his powers, his souls, his standing? Is Alastor on the hook for his whole soul, or something else? Alastor as a deal-maker has shown that he deals in way more things than just souls; while souls seem to be the most powerful currency, they aren’t the only currency—or the only things that grant power. But it isn’t like most owned souls go around with a collar and leash with “return to owner” tags on them. Does Husk know because as a former Overlord he can recognize some of the signs in Alastor somehow? Is there some sort of mutual sense connection between them? Alastor owns Husk, but Husk only allowed himself to be owned to save his power. What does that mean? Do Alastor and Husk have a typical Overlord/owned soul relationship, or is there something different about their contract?

Any way you dice it, Husk overstepped a line that Alastor did not want crossed (oh the irony), and Alastor’s immediate reaction to challenges to his authority is to assert that authority with a show of force. Up until now, that show of force has just been creepy static Alastor, but with Husk, he has something more visceral. Husk’s contract with Alastor as represented by the ropes in Loser is airtight, inescapable and neat and complete. Likewise, Alastor’s chain on Husk is far more tangible than Valentino’s on Angel, more inescapable. And Husk, very rightly, is scared witless of his boss and what Alastor could do to him. Husk was an Overlord; he knows the feeling now of being on both ends of the leash, what a person can do with a soul they own. Alastor cannot afford to be challenged by someone he could destroy with a thought. More than that, Husk needs to be reminded of his place and that his place includes silence about what he knows. It’s framed as Alastor punishing and threatening Husk for the backtalk, but I think it’s a little deeper than that; I think it’s also him ensuring Husk doesn’t go spreading it around that Alastor is also on the hook with somebody else.

I wonder if it keeps Husk up at night, to know that the demon he sold (lost?) his own soul to did the exact same thing, that there is something bigger and scarier and more powerful than Alastor out there and what might happen to Husk if Alastor gets destroyed.

Aaaanyway.

Back to Lucifer, who is in the middle of trying to parent his child away from making very similar mistakes that he himself made without being open about it, like a parent does. The problem being, Charlie isn’t a child anymore. And her doing things like challenging Heaven and taking sinners under her metaphorical wings is going to have consequences much bigger than she’s aware of because she hasn’t been told the whole truth, the whole story. But even in his roundabout way, Lucifer IS telling Charlie pieces of the story—“You build something nice” Was that Lucifer trying to make the best out of a bad situation? He gets to Hell, he tries to make the best of it, he fixes up Hell to be this neat and fun circus. Woohoo! “You invite them in” So the first sinners show up, Lucifer has Hell all ready for them, and… “And they just bring violence and chaos to your doorstep.” It didn’t work out very well, did it? Humans create environments that are what they’re comfortable in, which means recreating what they know and understand; it’s what makes recovery for abuse victims so difficult, what makes PTSD recovery so difficult, what makes actually growing and overcoming our issues and bad coping mechanisms so difficult. And with a ruler who doesn’t understand humans, already knows that to get to Hell they had to do something wrong, and gets his assumptions proven right when sinners return to the behaviors they know and understand best…yeah, not so much a surprise that “it doesn’t matter how well-intentioned you are, they're always going to disappoint you” is what flies out of Lucifer’s mouth next, huh?

Lucifer is what Charlie could become if she lets herself become jaded and closed-off. Because some of the most miserable sad sacks in existence are the failed dreamers.

But hark!

“How come he can have faith in me but my own father can’t?”

Lucifer’s wake-up call, and the subsequent musical number where two very important sides are shared: Lucifer’s failed attempts at realizing his own visions for creation (and the way he puts it…it sounds like he tried to help sinners too, at first, but got too hurt in the process to continue; maybe he’s just referring to giving humans free will in the first place, but there seems to me to be little hints that even after getting to Hell he was still trying to help humanity and he failed), and Charlie’s core drives and goals (ignited by seeing her own dad’s creativity, still alive even after being pretty well mangled, not that she knew that as a kid; Charlie being aware of Lucifer’s intentions to help when he gave Eve the apple is probably a safe bet given the storybook, but her childhood innocence keeping her shielded from how badly that failure fucked him up also shielded her from his cynicism and despair and helped her cultivate real determination to make her ideas work). Lucifer failed, but he can help Charlie succeed—and even if she doesn’t, what she really needs from him is just the support. She does need him—and he can be there for her. He can be scared for her, want to protect her, but he can also set aside the impulse to hide her away to be who she actually needs, which is someone who steps up to help her and cheers her on.

He can be for Charlie what he couldn’t be for Lilith, in other words. Because what he needs to DO for Charlie is ultimately to let her go. To let her make her own decisions, and step in only when she needs him. Not to smother her, not to hide from her, just to be there on her terms. It’s visibly difficult for Lucifer to submit to Charlie’s request for a meeting with Heaven. But he does it. Because it’s what she needs (in more ways than he knows tbh).

There’s a million other little details I’m glossing over—Alastor throwing Mimzy out (and the implications that Alastor doesn’t want trouble like that coming to the Hotel constantly—either because he doesn’t WANT to be fending demons off like that, or maybe he CAN’T?), Husk’s little look of satisfaction as she leaves (yeah Alastor gave him absolute hell earlier but he was right, and Alastor did get rid of her, so in a way, didn’t Husk win?), Sir Pentious’ TV Guide magazine as the three onlookers swap between the two dramas unfolding before them (perfect gag, love it), wondering if Lucifer knew what Vaggie was (unlikely but you never know; maybe he just figured it wasn’t a secret so he didn’t say anything), Alastor’s twitching smile when Lucifer first enters the hotel and throws himself at Charlie, the “It’s A Boy” banner hanging in the background of the hotel—but I’m pretty sure I hit all the marks I wanted to make. There was a lot of meat to chew over in this episode.

And there’s gonna be even more next episode!

#quilly's hellaverse theories #hazbin hotel #quilly writing

[crimson-lair]

This is the first time I'm writing on tumbler, all for this. I pray for Oliver's bot. I really want to give him all the toys that exist and read bedtime stories. This child deserves to be happy (; Д ;)

Σ(･o･;) I didn't make you.. download tumblr right???! (I really need to change where to request istg)

And Oliver.. as much as I want to make all, like ALL of the Sinners, I don't think I can make the minors even if they're just bots (nowadays the bots are, ugh even if I want to make it platonic, they keep on acting weird :/). Let me think about it! (totally not procrastinating)

#zio's chains of curiosity #brain is considering