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bokettochild · 10 months

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He's My Son

Happy Father's Day everyone!

I had fully intended to create something sweet and fluffy, but I had no idea what to do, and Hanniko asked me for Time and legend angst for today so....

Whump time anyone?

“Hang in there, you’re going to be fine.” Even as he says it, it feels like a lie. There’s blood everywhere and it’s making everything harder. It’s all the worse with less fabric to grab, his hands slipping on the vet’s legs.

Not for the first time, he wonders why Legend avoids trousers like he does.

From his back, the hero in question wheezes what sounds like a weak laugh. When he looks back over his shoulder, there’s blood leaking between pale lips, dazzling violet eyes now hazy as they stare, dazed, into the air. There’s not much thought there, mostly only pain, but the harsh, bubbling laughter, accompanied by a new gush of warm crimson against his back, unsettles him more than that blank stare.

“We’re almost there, Legend, just a little longer.” His own voice sounds strained to his ears. His back and arms ache, although the younger hero is far lighter than many a load he’s borne in the past. The gauntlets he wears offer some aid, but even then, it’s been a long few hours. The fact that Legend’s still alive is a miracle in and of itself, although one he can’t trust to last much longer.

His heart stutters in his chest at the thought, throat closing on his next words, despite his desperate attempts to keep calm. “I’ve got you. It’s going to be okay.”

Choking behind him says otherwise.

Not for the first time, he loosens his grip, letting Legend slide down. Booted feet would usually hit the dirt with some comment about not needing the extra care, some quip or barb dropping from a smirking face as those starlit eyes glitter, a challenge in their depths, pushing. The vet always pushes. Pushes his sanity, his resolve, his authority. The boy reminds him of himself, although from so many years ago. Now though, there’s nothing. The teen’s head lolls to one side even as he’s propped against a tree, limp and near lifeless, although there’s still that whisper of a smile, eyes hazy and unfocused even as he wipes blood away, tries clearing the air-way of his charge.

Legend needs to keep breathing. He just needs to keep breathing a little longer. They’re almost there, almost to safety.

It was an attack. They’d gone scouting together. It’s not usual that they pair off, but it’s been a long day and most of the others were in need of a rest. Scouting had turned into a rescue. They’d been about to head back when the vet had pointed out smoke. They'd hoped it was a fellow traveler, they’d strayed off course just a bit.

They found a burning village.

They were far too far to call the others for backup. Too overwhelmed within seconds to spare time to run for help, or do anything more than draw their blades and fight. What few villagers remained alive had stumbled off into the forest, the veteran’s magic shielding their escape while blades had turned their edges on the monsters that assaulted the town.

It wasn’t enough.

With two of them against so many, their chances were slim to start. They’d made good headway at first, the element of surprise being with them and their own skills far superior to that of the monsters’. It’d only lasted for so long though. They made their mark, took out the worst of it, but Legend’s magic was focused overmuch on shielding him, on protecting him, that the vet had failed to see as well to his own defenses.

He shouldn’t have trusted the boy so much.

As a hero, Legend is a capable young man. He knows how to fight; how to win. Legend has the skills to make him a veteran, but that’s only so good without someone to watch his back in the worst of it. With the vet watching out for him, he’d assumed Legend would also be minding himself, a mistake he now thoroughly regrets as he wipes blood from freckled cheeks, senseless blather falling from his lips as an assurance that he can no longer tell the intended recipient of. Is it to assure Legend? Himself? Is it simply something with which to keep his tongue busy, his mind thrumming with assurances rather than facing up to the very real concern here that they won’t make it back in time?

Rain has washed away their footprints, water their scent. There's no way the others will track them down, and little chance the heroes will know to look this far.

He should have said something, should have elected to turn back earlier.

He should have been watching.

Blood stains his hands, stains the veteran’s lips, parted in a weak smile ever as he cradles the head of the younger hero, hands so large in comparison, so rough against smooth cheeks.

“Guess I’ll go out like you after all, Old Man.”

“No,” the word is on his lips before he’s even thinking what the teen means. “No.” He’s not sure whether the dampness on his own face is the boy’s blood, rain, or his own tears as he brushes a thumb gently over the younger’s face, catching his breath in this moment before once more lifting the younger onto his back and make it for camp.

In this deluge, Warriors would remind the others to stay still, to wait. Twilight will want to scout ahead and Hyrule will be flitting about camp, but the captain will hold them down. Tracking in rain is hopeless; their best bet will be to wait either until it stops or he and Legend return. Warriors will follow protocol, at least for now. If he gets too worried, he’ll split the camp, but the captain won’t leave their site abandoned, not on the off chance they make it back before someone else finds them.

They just need to get there. It can’t be that far, right?

“s fine,” Legend slurs, eyes falling shut, head lolling on one side, cheek pressing further against his hand, smile still ever present. “Kinda figured.”

“You’re going to be fine.”

Another laugh. More blood bubbling between pale lips. Time’s stomach churns, tears burning at his eyes.

Unless something changes, Legend’s chances are near non-existent.

He shifts, moving to stand, to pull the vet up again. Never mind carrying the boy on his back, he can’t watch to make sure he’s still alive up there, so he catches him in his arms instead, watching sodden hair fall against his breastplate with a soft hiss.

“I’m not upset,” Legend whispers, voice nearly lost in the downpour, but each word another stab at his heart. “I kinda figured. All the heroes who came before got killed in battle, why should I be different?”

“You’re not going to die.” His voice wavers on the words. He can’t even convince himself anymore.

“You did,” violet turn to him, unfocused and lost. “Ganon killed you. I killed him, but what’s to say I won’t die now too?” Lashes, like ways stained with blood, fall, the teen’s face slack even as he’s jostled with every hurried step of the elder hero’s feet. “’s okay. I’m not leaving anything behind.” And there, again, is that smile. It’s genuine, although pained and weak, and he wishes he’d been able to see it in some other way than as lifeblood trickled down his front and back both from wounds he’d tried desperately to bind, but lacked the knowledge to treat as they ought to be.

He really wishes Navi was here, to tell him what to do, how to help. He wishes she’d appear and offer a bit of fairy dust, just enough to stop the bleeding, to promise them a few minutes more to get to camp, to get to the others, to find their way.

The earth churns under his feet, clumps of dirt clinging to his boots as he weaves through trees, his one good eye trying, fruitlessly, to locate the path they’d abandoned in favor of following the smoke. It was just this way, wasn’t it? Just a strait shot from the village well and into the woods. Legend had used the well for cover while he’d raised his shields.

“You’re going to be fine, Link,” he’s not sure which of them he’s talking to.

Bloodied hands tap his armor weakly. “It’s okay, Time.”

“It’s not,” his voice breaks. Why is Legend looking at him like that?

“I did my job. I beat Ganon. I'm not going to leave it to someone else.” And then the vet’s eyes fall closed and he breathes softly, and Time can’t help but freeze in his steps, heart skipping as he listens for the next huff. That wasn't a final breath, was it? Legend is still breathing, right? He’s got to be!

He’s not breathing. Navi’s voice whispers- all in his head, it’s got to be in his head and-

A soft shudder sounds from his arms and his own sigh of relief makes sodden hair tremble under its force. It’s sucked back in again though at the words that follow.

“I’m not going to be like you.”

There’s no fire behind it. There's no ire or anger or hurt. There's just relief, just a breath and that horrible, soft, gentle little smile that makes his own breath cease and his hands tremble.

What does Legend mean ‘be like you’? What has Time done?

“No, you’re nothing like me.” So much like him. So very, very like him that it makes him worry.

Oh sure, it’s Twilight that is his own. It’s the rancher whose bloodline he can trace back to himself and Malon, but it’s Legend whose laughter and smile reflect that of a mask wearing child from thirty years past. It’s the vet whose sharp words and barbs veil a hurt he knows as intimately as his own soul, one that’d taken years and decades and a thousand long nights to soothe and soften until painful memories had become something to be cherished rather than scorned.

Twilight might be his, but Legend bears his reflection in ways he’d never wish for his own descendant, not in a million lifetimes. A reflection that now wavers, fading between his fingers, just as blood runs thin under the rain.

“You’re-” he hasn’t the words. He should have something to say. Legend is amazing, or Legend is great, but unlike when it’d been Twilight whose life flickered before his eyes, there isn’t anything here he can say, no heartfelt encouragements or beloved memories, promises. There’s no gentle pet-name- or really anything he can offer save arms that hold tight and cling as though that alone would hold in place the soul that wavers between life and death.

“Zelly will cry, but it’s okay,” blood smears over bronze as a pinched face turns closer to press against him. “I’m not like you. There’s no one else.” Sharp little laughter, harsh and grating on his ears. “I don’t have kids to carry my burden. I'm not cursing anyone. I’m not like you.”

“What?”

“You’re not real either, are you?”

Wait no, go back! What was that you said?

“You’re just a dream too, aren’t you, old man.”

Why is he smiling? What does he mean? Legend, what in Hylia’s name are you on about? Please!

“The Hero of Time died young. Before his children were even born. You’re old,” cheeks brush his armor, rubbing gently, seeking the coolness, despite the fact that the rain pours over then in freezing sheets, “that always confused me.”

“What children?”

“Your daughter.”

But he hadn’t had... he doesn’t have children? Other than Twilight?

“Gramma says Malon had a daughter when you died.”

No.

“And she was Raven’s mum.”

No!

“And Raven says that’s why we Lons have to protect our name,” and those eyes are still so blank, so boundless, and he’s lost, he’s floundering, drowning as they turn to him, unreadable and endless. “Because you died, so we have to live and fix it. I fixed it, so maybe now it’s my turn.”

He doesn’t know when his feet stopped, when he’d tumbled down to his knees, still clinging, still staring, breath short and eyes searching; the one grants him the vision of a flickering soul, the other- still mortal- can only show him the dazed expression on the face of the younger as smaller hands reach for his face. Legend’s mumbling something, but....

His daughter? He’d had a daughter? He’d died?

It can’t be, and it shouldn’t, but... but Wind’s world has a different tale from his own. Wind’s time tells of a hero gone missing; a timeline altered from his own. What’s to say there aren’t others? He was a young thing back then. He was a hero and adventurer, but he was a young man as well. He’d had some fun and messed around in the moments he could spare. The thought that maybe, somewhere, somehow, he may have... he might...

A daughter?

What was her name? Did she look like Malon? Himself?

She had a son. He was Legend’s ancestor, which means...

He looks down to the dying boy in his arms, and somehow it becomes possible for mind, heart, and soul to scream even louder, ache even further for the teen whose life flickers like a flame under the falling rain.

He has more than the one descendant.

If only he’d known sooner, he’d... he’d...

Legend’s shuddering breath is joined by the first of what will be many strangled sobs.

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu time #ketto writes #whump fics #legend is very dilirious right now #he has no clue what he's saying #it's the blood loss #time has every clue of what he's saying but not why #and he does . not. like. it #legend is time's descendant #shoot me i like that headcannon #even if i kinda was one of the ones who made it up #tw injury #tw blood

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theangrycomet-art · 8 months

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Loonatics Unleashed: the Vester Clan

The Vester's have been serving their planet loyally for centuries, especially if that means throwing a coup. Blanc's wellbeing is far more important than some bratty bird's extended lifespan.

Sylth is a strong example of this, staying and defending Blanc despite the royal family's mistreatment and abuse on his person.

He will not, however, tolerate such abuse towards his family.

Thus, he was quick to send his little sister and only son off where it was (supposedly) safe.

How was he supposed to know that a Frelengisian conflict would end up screwing over a planet in a completely different system?

Lore below the cute

Sylth Jr.

he/they

Sylth Sr's pride and joy, he is a kind, if a touch cowardly fellow

inherited his father's lisp

on the Basherball Team and very skilled (he's hoping to get a sports scholarship to Acme Tech eventually)

wants to be an aerospace engineer or a professional basherball player- depending on how the cards play out

custom built their own basherbike

despite his timid nature he can talk your ear off about his passion projects

he's the kid that's friends with everyone but besties with no one

at least IRL

he's got two online friends that he's very close with (they send design ideas to each other, rant about their day, play video games, etc)

living with his aunt

he misses his dad and wishes the stupid yellow bird would just keel over and die so he can come home

they have a fishing trip planned

right leg was mutilated on Blanc when he was attending the young Royal Tweetums (he was about 10 years old)

it was later amputated, due to medical complications from delayed treatment and the wound being further aggravated during the healing process

he has a prosthesis and crutches, but tends to vary up what he uses based on comfort level

Pol Vester

She/her

camerawoman (cameracat?)/reported

loves her job even if she doesn't like the people

despite her skill she keeps having to change companies

worked on several movies, but was eventually fired due to the director "suddenly developing a cat allergy"

used to work for Misty Breeze but quit due to poor working conditions

worked briefly for an incredibly shady fight ring where the owner got FAR to close for comfort so she bailed

currently working for another news anchor and hoping to eventually be able to get a position as an onsite reporter

friends with Paula Hayes (Weathervane- tried visiting her in prison but they wouldn't let her through bc she didn't have clearance)

isn't nearly as attatched to Blanc as her brother is (especially given that almost every member of their family has perished due to the carelessness of it's current rulers)

Acmetropolis, despite its numerous problems, is her home now

#Loonatics Unleashed #Loonatics Unleashed OC #expanding family trees #Fan Relatives #OC Lore #Sylth Vester #Pol Vester #Sylth Jr #Polaris Vester #My OCs #TheAngryComet ART #headcannons #alright imma be honest #Sylvester is one of my favorite Looney Tunes characters #so i have opinions on his poor little meow meow of a descendant #Pol and Jax are dating #Loonatics OC

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methoughtsphantom · 4 months

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ah yes glowing green eyes,,

gotta be one of my favorite genders 💜

#honorific mention:#jason todd #yes he has blue eyes #but i like to headcannon the green eyes #because of the pit #jay ghost adjacent my beloved #danny fenton #danny phantom #plagg #miraculous plagg #mal descendants #starfire #teen titans

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thatonewierdo · 1 year

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SCENE FROM CHAPTER 6 OF A TALE OF SPIRITS by @unorthodoxx-page.

Check out the fic cause I promise it’s worth your time, my first impressions of it were like “wtf how is this so good?!”

took some time given I’m preparing for college at the moment and way underestimated how my almost 2 year art break affected my digital skills but now that I’m back I’m just PUMPED to get back into it. Might do some other scenes in the future who knows (send recs and I might just be tempted to do other scenes and fics).

Beware they may be simpler than this tho cause wtf even is coloring and backgrounds? Give me my pure sketchy goodness

(segue into my messy sketch. idk man I just like seeing artists being messy and not giving a fuck about ‘clean’ art)

#rottmnt #Rise of the Teenage Mutant Turtles #avatar the last airbender #a tale of spirits #fanfic art #fanart #okay look I know some details are off like the position donnie descends and the fire nation boots/shoes #but look #you seriously telling me those mutant turtle toes of his are fitting in those god awful shoes?#have you seen how fitted those things are? no way jose #I wasn't putting my boy donnie inside those for my first attempt at drawing him #also the arm screen thing is mostly a pre-movie thing I know #I have no excuse for that one I just sketched him based on how he looked in the series since I had more references that way #and halfway through I realised 'wait fuck this is post-movie and movie donnie has those cool black wrappings not this purple stuff'#so I just kinda... colored it black and said it looked good enough? yeah let's just say that in my headcannon donnie got his arm screen back #flawless logic #damn I suck at this tagging stuff #donnie rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #avatar gaang #yeah that ough to do it #welp it's midnight so g'night everybody

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bigmack2go · 1 month

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Can we please agree on genderfluid carlos? Im begging you guys, the amount of times this guy swapped up his own gender is simply not cis.

#d #decendants #headcannons #carlos #carlos descendants #carlos de vil

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lethxia · 7 months

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headcanon time. aizawa eats a lot.

the only reason he doesn't use the lunch break for eating is because it "saves time" to deal with both lunch and dinner at once, aka absolutely clearing off three times the amount of whatever hizashi gets them both for dinner.

nemuri sees the shit ton of empty takeout boxes on the teachers dorm dining table one night and goes "u invited the kids over for dinner???" and aizawa shoots her a weird look from the couch where he's getting ready to take a nap and wake up in time for all that energy to go into patrol, replies "no?????" nem just. points at the trash. aizawa says "oh yeah. yours is in the fridge. i finished off the rest." nemuri stares at him and back at the pile. this man just ate like quarter his weight in spicy ramen.

#aizawa shouta #bnha headcannons #look. see #i do this too and #i sure love a little projection once in a while #anyways im definitely going to draw him eating one day #its like #yk when you watch mukbangs #sorry i dont know where im going with this #i just wanna see him eat a burger #have some warm soup #is that too much to ask #lethe's slow descend into insanity

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b0yfraudz · 9 months

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Girls I headcannon as Lesbian PT2

Isabela-Encanto

Evie-Descendants

Clawdia-Monster High

Kiyomi-Monster High

Quinn-Glee

Amanda-My Little Witch Academia

Akko-My Little Witch Academia

Diana-My Little Witch Academia

Shank-Ralph Breaks The Internet

Vidia-TinkerBell

#queer #lesbian #lesbian potential #vidia #shank ralph breaks the internet #diana cavendish #akko kagari #amanda o'neill #quinn fabray #kiyomi haunterly #clawdia wolf #evie descendants #isabela madrigal #girls I think have lesbian potential #lesbian headcannon

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descendants-brat · 9 months

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I was rewatching D2 and saw that Evie had said none of the C4 was too popular on the Isle and it just leads to more confusion on how they even ended up becoming the saviors of the Isle in D3. I would've loved to see how the OG Isle that hated them for turning their backs on evil would've reacted to them being okay at the end of D3 (right before the engagement party) with Mal closing the barrier forever and really only seemed mad because she had lied to them about it.

#headcannon #it's because they had to ass lick the c4 on applications to get off the isle #so dumb #because the c4 themselves did not have to apply or dickride ben so why do the kids have to dickride people they most likely hated #and im pretty sure in one of the books that vk day was created because barely any isle kids were actually applying to get off #descendants #disney descendants #descendants critical #anti c4 #anti descendants c4

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hoperays-song · 1 year

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Johnny’s Family as Humans

Marcus Taylor

Jia Taylor

Johnny Taylor

#sing #sing 2 #sing johnny #sing marcus #sing big daddy #all credit to the picrew creator obviously #Taylor is apparently a common british last name and I liked how it sounded so that's why it's their last name #they're so cute #i love all three of them #they're so sweet #I tried to make johnny look like his mum as much as i could #im starting to think my posting has descended into chaos #these are just how I headcannon them as humans obviously #i think johnny's hair is curlier but it would be in this style hence why I chose those options #it is very curly tho #trust me

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icy-dark-star · 2 years

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Kirbtober Day 17: The Ancients

#kirbtober #kirby #kinda? this is more headcannon city but I guess still fits #the one on the bottom left is the oc I wanted to draw for the oc prompt #he kinda isn't an ancient but a descendant but he still kinda old #I just wanted to use his design for something #even though you can't see the front

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writerofthewinds · 1 year

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Random HCs Ben Florian :

He speaks perfect french since beauty and the Beast is set in France. However, he switches to french when he doesn't want to be understood by people or when he s nervous.

He does everything he can to not receive special treatment at school even though it doesn't work.

He loves to learn everything about anything, meaning you can do anything with him, and he will be interested in it.

His favorite school subject is literature.

His favorite animal is a dog.

He's more of an introverted person

his favorite video game is Minecraft because it's calm, and in the game, he's more the builder, the one who builds the houses and decorates with pretty flowers.

He decides to teach at auradon prep once in a while and animates a class.

I definitely see him as the stay-at-home husband if he weren't the king.

He sometimes leaves body hair, kind of like a dog, since he's the son of the Beast (canonically, his dad sleeps on the couch because of that).

In a couple, he's usually the follower as it relieves him cuz he's the king of the USA.

#disney descendants #ben florian #evie grimhilde #mal bertha #maleficent #jay son of jafar #carlos de vil #story prompt #headcannons #descendants headcanons #writerofthewinds

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niroke · 2 years

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So when's the lore drop?

#tumblr sexy men #tumblr sexyman descendants #sexyman descendants #sexyman high #cant wait for there to be a compiled list of headcannons #we already have some popular characters #reminds me a bit of creepypasta #like charchters barley have any canon appearances or personality traits #but they start to have whole storys and personalities

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 month

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Okay can I request wedding headcannon to reader for Angel Dust, Husk, Alastor Adam and Lucifer? I need some fluffiness in my life right now

A/n: YES!!!!

Angel Dust will be paired with a male!reader

•Angel Dust•

You were the one to propose to Angel Dust, it happened on the day you were able to free him from his contract.

Angel Dust breaks down, he's never felt more safe than he did in your arms.

Uses Anthony, it feels right to use his name when he is marry you.

Charlie officiated the ceremony,her words spoke of redemption, love, and the power of choice. She reminded everyone that love transcends boundaries—even those between Heaven and Hell.

You and Angel Dust stood before the alter with your eyes locked, Angel's voice cracked as he recited his vows promising to love you through eternity. Your sweet voice followed, promising to heal Angel’s scars and cherish him forever.

Husk raised a glass to you both with a grin on his face. "About damn time."

You two met with a kiss, the kiss tasted of redemption, forgiveness and love. The guests erupted in applause, and even the demons shed a tear or two.

As newlyweds, you and Alastor danced your first dance on a cloud conjured by Lucifer. Your steps were light, Angel Dust's laughter echoed through out the room.

The wedding cake was a masterpiece,a tiered creation with silver fondant wings and red rose petals. As they cut into it, confetti exploded, and chaos ensued. Husk downed a shot, Lucifer blamed Alastor as Vaggie twirled Charlie.

•Husk•

Husk proposed late one night, drunk. He was scared you'd leave him. Find someone better, he stood in silence as you said yes.

The wedding took place in the ballroom of the Hazbin Hotel, the room was adorned with crimson and gold drapes, flickering candles, and ethereal flowers.

The guests, a mix of demons, fallen angels, and curious souls, gather in anticipation.

A haunting melody of a violin fills the air as you walked down the aisle.

Husk, in a tailored suit with a single red rose pinned to his lapel, awaits for you at the altar.

Your voice soft, you gave the man you love a smile as you recited your vows “Husk, you are my redemption. Your gruff exterior hides a tender heart. I promise to cherish your flaws and love you unconditionally.”

Then Husk recited his own. "you’re my light in this chaotic realm. Your kindness heals my scars. I vow to protect you, even from my own demons.”

Your closest friend Angel Dust gave you a teary-eyed smile as he raised a glass: “To Y/n and Husk! May their love be as wild as a demon’s dance and as tender as an angel’s touch.”

You and Husk sway to a haunting waltz.The room holds its breath as they twirl, your love defying fate.

The wedding cake held White roses intertwine with black orchids.

You feed Husk a delicate slice, and he smudges frosting on your nose playfully.

As the clock strikes midnight, you and Husk share a kiss another. It tastes of redemption and second chances.

The room erupts in cheers, and even the walls seem to hum with joy.

Husk whisks you away for a little pre-honeymoon fun.

•Alastor•

The Wedding of you and Alastor took place in Hazbin Hotel Courtyard.The courtyard is adorned with crimson roses and obsidian candles.

You descend the grand staircase, your gown—a blend of ethereal silk and charred lace—trails behind you a veil conceals your face, but your eyes—resolute and curious—betray your emotions.

Alastor awaits for you at the alter, his top hat tilted. His crimson suit is impeccably tailored, and his cane rests against his shoulder. His gaze never wavers from the staircase.

You smile up at your fiancé, light tears in your eyes as you finish your vows I choose you, Alastor.”

Alastor states his own oath“I, Alastor, relinquish my darkness. For you, Y/n, I’d trade my infernal powers.”His words echo through the damned souls, who watch in awe.

Your lips meet, a deep kiss. Alastor holding you tight afraid you might slip away.

Niffty supplying the treats, sinner themed pastries adorn the dessert table. Angel Dust sneaks a cupcake, giving you a wink.

For your first dance, you and Alastor swayed to a waltz.

Sinners gossip. Charlie smiles, Vox scowls as Husk grumbles about the open bar.

You Whisper: “To redemption,” she adds, and Alastor’s grip tightens.

You and Alastor sneak away to the roof top for a moment alone.

•Adam•

Much to his disappointment, the wedding takes place in the grand cathedral of the Hazbin Hotel which it is then transformed into a celestial sanctuary. Stained glass windows depict scenes from both Heaven and Hell, casting colorful patterns on the marble floor.

The guests, a mix of angels, demons, and curious souls, gather in awe.

The ethereal melody of harps fills the air as you walk down the aisle.

Adam, in a pristine white robe, awaits for you at the altar, his eyes reflecting both duty and longing.

Your vows are with love, and Adam does his best to keep things PG.

Archangel Michael steps forward, his wings spanning the aisle. His voice resonates through the halls.“May your love transcend realms, Adam and Y/n. May it heal the wounds of Heaven and Hell.”

You and Adam waltz gracefully, your steps echoing the celestial dance of creation your love story unfolds in each twirl—a delicate balance between duty and desire.

The cake, a fusion of angelic white and infernal crimson, stands tall. Feathers and flames intertwine.

You feed Adam a delicate slice, and he smiles, savoring the sweetness of your union.

Adam pulls you into a passionate kiss, his whispers a promise of nothing but love

You and Adam exit the cathedral,the guests hold their breath, witnessing the union of realms

•Lucifer Morningstar•

The wedding takes place in a cathedral in the heart of Hell that stood adorned with twisted ironwork and flickering candles. The air hummed with anticipation as demons,and lost souls gathered to witness an unprecedented event.

The setting of the cathedral’s stained glass windows depicted scenes of redemption and damnation, casting colorful patterns on the cold stone floor. Row of crimson velvet pews awaited the guests, their eyes filled with curiosity and skepticism.

You walked down the aisle your gown flowed like liquid silver, and your eyes held a mixture of hope and trepidation.

Lucifer stood at the alter, his black suit was impeccably tailored, and his crimson eyes bore both mischief and longing.The Devil’s presence commanded attention, and the room fell silent.

Your voice quivered as you recited your vows..

Lucifer’s own voice cracking as he recited his own.

As you lent in for your first kiss, the cathedral’s candles flared, casting shadows on the walls.

The reception hall was a decadent affair. Demons danced with fallen angels, as lost souls clinked glasses.

Your laughter echoed as you twirled with Lucifer, your steps defying gravity.

Vox, the media mogul, smirked. “A match made in Hell. Ratings will soar!”

You swayed in Lucifer’s arms, your head resting on his chest as you looked up at him

“Why me?” You whispered.

Lucifer’s eyes softened. “Because you see the light even in Hell.”

The stars above flickered, and Lucifer kissed your forehead. “Together, we’ll rewrite the cosmic order.”

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