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Alastor x Fallen Angel! Reader

Accidentally getting 'married' to Alastor

Part 2

You fucked up.

You don't know what you did but you know you fucked up somewhere. One moment you were in heaven doing something, the next you see a red sky in front of you. The feeling of air rush behind you as you finally realize that you were falling, the smell of something burning and rotten eggs surrounding you as you fall deeper and deeper to your demise. Or what you thought was your demise, what you instead fell onto was a roof that momentarily broke your fall, before face planting to the ground. That wasn't graceful of you.

Groaning in pain you try to sit up before a sharp burning sensation spreads through your back, at where your wings was supposed to be. The sound of dripping enters your ears and your vision is blurry when you try to open your eyes, you can only see blobs of colours and the most prominent one was red as well as... Gold. Pupils dilating, your eyes finally take in the view in front of you. White feathers fall around you as golden blood seeps into your white clothes, the pain, you realise came from your wings, getting ripped apart and burning off when you fell. You try to decipher where you're currently at, from what you see, you seem to be in an alleyway, behind you is a dumpster covered in your blood and feathers, following the trail of blood you see the roof you hit when you were falling.

You hypothesize where you're supposed to be, with how adamant Heaven is in teaching angels not to do any sins nor question the higher ups, its kind of impossible not to know what will happen to those who defy heaven as well as where they will go. A pentagram encompassing the whole red sky, the scent of sulfur, blood, and brimstone flooding your senses, with this in mind you now know where you are.

"I'm in hell..."

"Yes you are, my good fellow!"

Startled, you scream and cover your head in hopes of protecting it.

"Well that's quite rude! You're not supposed to scream bloody murder when someones trying to be friendly you know?," his voice was odd, staticy, akin to an old radio.

You sheepishly drop your hands down to your lap and look up at the man in front of you. He's quite the tall demon, dressed in red... well actually everything about him is red, save for the black accents in his outfit and ends of his hair. Speaking of hair you keep glancing up at the tufts of hair attached to his head, and if you look closely, the antlers hidden behind his fluffy bangs. Is he supposed to be a deer? That's actually really cute.

"Erm... Sorry, just I was just surprised someone popping out from nowhere," you reply, hands fidgeting with one of your broken feathers.

Eyeing the golden blood and the broken wings behind you, the demon grins, showing off his sharp yellowed teeth. Nevermind that's TERRIFYING.

"Now what's an angel doing in hell? Not to mention a bleeding one! How tempting," he licks his teeth, already thinking about how delicious your angel meat would be.

Something tells me that this demon is NOT here to help. Now think! Make something up so you wont get killed by this red deer thing!

"I'm your spouse assigned by heaven!," you blurt out, not even thinking properly due to the fear of death.

Both of you froze as you stare at each other, one with horror, and one with disgust.

"And why do you think I would believe that?," sneering, he starts to creep closer and closer.

"Because... That's the reason why I fell! How can I meet my husband if I'm in heaven and you're in hell? I was so eager to meet you that I turned myself into a fallen angel just to be with you!," you smile widely, desperately trying to convince him.

He raises an eyebrow at that, mulling over whether you're telling the truth or not. Even if you are lying it'll be good to have a fallen angel on his side, and it'll be quite hilarious seeing the expressions of the hotel staff reacting to you being his spouse.

"If I am your fated one, what's my name? Surely heaven must have given you my name at least?"

Oh Gabriel's trumpet he got you there. "Alastor...?," unsure, you gave out a random name. If you're wrong, hopefully he kills you quickly.

...

"Hm. Perhaps you truly are who you say you are. Forgive me for being quite rude earlier, it's unbecoming from your husband to be." Holy cow you are lucky. You breathe out, the nerves simmering.

"Come on then let's get you cleaned up! What kind of husband will I be if I don't provide for you my dear?," he grabs your hand and leads you somewhere. His shadow cleaning up all the blood and feathers in the alley.

Now that's out of the way... What the fuck did I do to become a fallen angel???

#alastor x reader #alastor x you #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel alastor x reader #maybeeeee soon to be yandere alastor?

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pieroulette · 11 months

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My Little Angel

2023 | 18+ | ONESHOT | PARK SUNGHOON × READER

WARNING yandere fallen angel!sunghoon, noncon smut, pure filth. 🗿 minors don't interact but i'm not your mama that are able to supervise you, you have your own brain so consume content responsibly.

WORD COUNT 1.3k

AUTHOR'S NOTE just a small practice of ehem yk, cuz i don't write smut rlly and this is my second smut story obv, since route 1 has me coughing sm. so it might be rlly bad. plus sunghoon's hair is just giving me sm feels 🗿

SUNGHOON WOULD NEVER LET YOU GO, you who were his pretty little angel. One that had brought him to complete euphoria and at the same time to his demise.

The first time he laid his eyes on you was when the priests summons spiritual angels for a holy ritual, and you were amongst the young nuns presented. Your existence took his breathe away that it cause one sinful thought arising within him.

That alone had him shaking his head in pure agony, trying to shake those thoughts away but strangely, those sinful thoughts only multiplies, slowly devouring his innocence and turning his prayers to God into prayers for you.

His mind no longer whispers the name of God but rather consumed by your name.

For a couple of months, he watches over you with his presence invisible, that the nun with a great psychic ability beside you one day asked if you were aware that you had a guardian angel remaining by your side, and that your guardian angel's energy wasn't the colour of light but rather of darkness.

That ripped your peace of mind into ashes, praying to the God for protection, answers of what has fall upon you, and so on.

Sunghoon saw it all, only remaining silent. Sure, he had fallen in love with you but he chose to stay behind the curtains, but one day when a man came into the frame—it broke him to pieces, and another type of sin arises in him; greed and desire for a human blood.

It shook you to your core when an angel who you often imagine as supreme beings with the light enveloping their magnificent wings—were soaking in crimson blood.

That was the first time he showed himself before you, voicing out a rather simple sentence. "I'll return again."

Even when you dared to break off the rules he created for you and escape through the white door that was supposed to protect you from the outside world, just like he said.

But you didn't listen to him, so now you had to pay the price because you were a bad girl—ruining his image of you being his obedient angel.

Sunghoon pushes you off to the bed with his enormous strength. As an angel, he's far more stronger than you are and now that he had fallen to the underworld, strangely he gained more power and strength—feeding on dark energies from the underworld creatures.

And the day he turned into a fallen angel with his once glowing white wings drenching in pitch black ink, was also the day he took you away from the church, stripping your right of freedom.

Locking you inside this room bathed in silk red, where behind those doors were engulfed with dark creatures you were beyond frightened to lay your eyes upon. But what you didn't knew was how they were afraid of you, who Sunghoon absolutely adores. That's why it had them at the edge of their life when your existence was nowhere to be found in the room.

Yet, it was not difficult for Sunghoon to capture you back but oh did it irritates him beyond his expectation. He expected you to be good and obedient just like when he saw you for the first time.

But this, such an atrocious act for him that he desires to give you a suitable punishment.

Your small and petite figure aroused him even more, adding the fact that you're nervous and writhing like a prey waiting to be devoured.

You knew there was no escaping, not when the windows and doors were locked, completely sealing you from any escape possible, not when this boy in front of you were much stronger than you are.

You are truly doomed.

He climbs on top of you and grips both your wrists on the mattress amidst your protests and cries, mouth trembling as the hot breathe of his mouth slides down to your neck, and licks it with his tongue.

"I've been too good to you, love. I guess it's only wise I take what's mine now," his finger slids down to your tummy, in which you immediately tighten your thighs together but he was quick to put his hand in between, using his strength to open your legs again.

And in a split moment, his hand cupped your private part making you panic along with a hint of arousal hitting your core.

"I really wanna make love with you since the first time I saw you.." Sunghoon growls, pressing his finger inside your clit making your back arched in pleasure.

You don't want this. You really don't want this.

"To feel what it's like it to be inside you.."

You pressed your lips tight, tears threatening to come out from your eyes as he pressed his body closer to yours, the warmth of him engulfing your entire body.

"Hear your sweet little sounds.."

His eyes filled with nothing but love and lust.

"Make you cum and all.."

The desire to eat you raw and stain your innocence with his hands and mouth were driving him utterly insane that his eyes and hands rattled immensely.

"Because of what I'm about to do to you, is driving me crazy right now, love." Sunghoon presses a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips brushing down your ears as he uttered another dirty words that sent shivers down your spine. "You would be so cute under me, so fucking innocent and yet so fucking dirty just because of me."

"But I was too kind, too lenient to let you do what you want. It's my fault you turn out so bratty like this.." he softly murmurs, as his fingers dig even deeper and deeper into your clothed clit.

"I should teach you now then, train you on how to be my sweet little good girl.." Sunghoon breathe out, "My little angel."

"N-no.. I'm s-sorry!" You choked on your tears, begging for this to just be a dream.

"Shh.. then show me how sorry you are while I'm fucking you raw."

He pulled your skirt down but you tried to stop it, yet he was stronger and faster and now the cold air hits your bare thighs. His hands slapped your arm away, gripping it against the mattress as he kissed your neck and licked it.

He buried his knee between your legs and his other hands cupped your breast making you let out a tiny moan — a sweet melody to his ears. His fingers made its way under your shirt, giving you goosebumps as his hand travelled to your bare tummy up to your breast, then he pinched your nipples and played with it.

You could only cry, and take what he's giving you. The more you resist, the more he gets aroused. The bed creaking, blankets wrinkling, and wet spots forming on your panties as you felt his hard and growing bulge against your core.

You were getting a weird delicious feeling under your clit and you hate it that you like it.

In a split moment, he gets rid of your shirt, exposing your breast and all. You tried to cover yourself but he growled, eyes narrowing as his hands harshly prevented you from doing so.

"So fucking cute.." he breathes against your ear, his hands forming circular patterns on your bare back.

He licks your neck with his tongue then the edge of teeth sank just below your shoulder, marking you as his as blood trickle down to your bare chest, a mixture of arousal and pain engulfed your entire body as he pushes himself deeper and closer to you.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

All you can think of was to get him to stop but the way your body reacts to his sinful touches was saying a different thing.

The clock hanging on the wall across the room were the only thing you were left to observe as he devours your body with his lips and tongue, the edges of his fingers and hands travelling it's way every edge of your skin without your consent.

1:05am

It has been nearly two hours since he was forcing himself on you, your clothes scattered around the floor with his and yet it doesn't look like it's gonna end anytime soon.

Your ears catches the sound of a belt unbuckling on its own and your tired teary eyes glanced towards the source of the noise, your breath hitched nervously as he unzipped his pants, his face were wild flushed and lips swollen with the amount of contact he forced against you and his soft hair gone into a wild mess, his toned body having bead of sweat on his neck streaming down to his torso.

He slowly puts his cock inside you making your back arched in both arousal and pain, your lower part felt so full, getting filled with wet and girth.

Then he starts to thrusts in you—loud, lewd and dirty slaps echoing through the room. The smell of sex strongly lingering in the air, beads of sweats forming on your forehead as your hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in his skin bound to form fresh red crescent marks that will serve as a form of achievement for him tomorrow when he sees it in the mirror.

Sunghoon's fucked up expression contorts even wilder as he shuts his eyes and his mouth hangs low and his head throws back, leaning back down again to kisses you roughly, tongue meets tongue, lewd sound forming along with it — everything was incredibly wet and dirty.

His hand gripping your left thigh up to let himself sink even deeper inside you, you could feel every part of him inside your body, it was as if you were being filled with so much pleasure and pain at the same time. Your toes curling up in the air, and you could feel wet liquid dripping down to your wet hole.

Soon you couldn't suppressed your moans even though you bit your lips, he chuckled at how cute you are under him. "Fucking cute.. my little angel."

You felt a knot forming under your stomach and he realizes you were coming, your knees weak and a burning arousal all over your body as he keeps thrusting in you, his cock hitting all the sweet spots inside you.

Then he bends down, taking your neck with his hands as he deeply kisses you as you experienced your first orgasm, knees vibrating in pleasure while his tongue plays with yours.

Hot and wet liquids trickling down to your thighs, seeing it gave him satisfaction that he was able to pleasure you and also be the first man to ever take your innocence away just like when you stripped the innocence of his mind away.

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bestpigeon · 2 months

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What would happen if the reader meets Yandere Alastor after the fight with Adam? Like Alastor was in denial about his love ( obsession ) for the reader... But now something has broken and Alastor is perhaps more dangerous ( I'm trying to talk about the last episode, when Alastor goes to his radio tower which is broken )... And reader tries to be a good friend so he goes looking for alastor and finds him in this scene...

Bonus: imagine the reader delicately rejecting alastor's love, because he only sees him as a friend

Hi! Love the Alastor shit omg. And sry if I've fucked up the story or sm. Thanks so much for the recommendation. Sry if this is a short one!

NEW ADDICTION..

YANDERE ALASTOR X MALE READER

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The extermination was today. Everyone in the Hazbin Hotel was worried, or at least curious about what the outcome of this battle was. I work for Lucifer as one of his servents. Im quite powerful, too. I got instructed to protect Charlie, and I intend to do just that.

I fly down with your beautifully coloured wings and land in front of Charlie. I land and bow down to Charlie.

"Charlie's, it's a pleasure. Your father instructed me to help you with this battle." I say as I smile with my arms crossed. She smiles widly at me.

"Hi! Thank you so much, we need Al the help we can get." She says with her usual bright smile. I return the smile and nod. "Of course. Anything to protect your hotel, dear Charlie." I say with a smile. A portal opens up. They're coming. I turn around and get ready to fight. A black and green dome thing surrounds the hotel. I look over to see a familiar red demon called Alastor. We've crossed a few times. I've never actually spoken before, however.

We make eye contact before he tilts his head and smiles at me. He always smiles, but when he looks at me, it grows substantiously. I didn't question it. An angel lunged at me, and I kicked the angel with huge levels of power. I attacked some other angels. Suddenly, the dome got destroyed, and you could see Adam and Lute fly down. Adam goes straight for Alastor. Alastor could probably beat him in a fight. So I didn't bother aiding him.

A few, well, a lot of dead angels later, I turn to see Alastor being struck by Adam, ultimately breaking his staff. He falls to the ground immediately. My eyes widen. He's never gone down that easily before. I could hear Adams sly giggle radiate off the broken down walls. I stand and watch for a moment. Before I knew it, Alastor dissappears. I go back to my duty. That being killing angels.

I couldn't help but worry about Alastor. He's never been hurt like this before. He's one heck of a strong demon. Lucifer soon showed up. I smile at him and wave. He let's me know I can leave, and I so just that. I ascend into the air and fly. I see Alastors destroyed the radio tower on my detour. I graciously fly down and notice Alastor entering the radio tower. I raise an eyebrow and fly down to the entrance. I land quietly and hear him.. singing? I listened in for a while.

"-guess who'll be pulling all the strings!-" He says. I look through the door worryingly. He's never acted this way before. He's fucking loosing it. He hunches over his station where he usual records his radio and groans in pain.

"Alastor?" I say. He tenses almost immediately and whips his head to look at me. His eyes are glowing a luminous red. His hair is is heavily misplaced and he's bleeding slightly.

He doesn't say anything and he just turns around. "You.. shouldn't be here. Leave!-" He shouts, I quickly interrupt him.

"No! Alastor I don't know toy at all really. But from what I've seen, a powerful iverlord like you doesn't just run away from a battle." I say as I approach him slowly, I was catious to not make any sudden movements. He doesn't really know me so I didn't want him to attack. He flinched when I got closer. "Al?" I say leaning in to see his facial expression.

His breathing watched up and he scratched the desk infront of him. "Tell anyone.. about this I'll kill you." He says in almost a whisper. I nod at him.

"Right. I wouldn't Al. I'm an overlord myself I know how dangerous it is to show weakness." I say. He sighs thankfully. He rubs his face. He's clearly distraught.

"Good. Now leave-" He says. I interrupt him once again. "No Al. Talk to me" I say with reassurance. I move a hand to his shoulder and he flinches at my touch. He takes a deep breath and hesitates for a while. "I'm.. nothing. Nothing leave. Now" He says as his eyes glow a brighter red. I tap his shoulder and heal his wound before walking away. What a stubborn guy.

I fly away. After a whole I land on the floor before I get stabbed in the stomach. "The fuck!?-" I say before I get thrown harshly into an alleyway. I fall to the floor, I go to fight back but someone appears infront of me. My eyes widen. The red demonic fellow. He basically twitches in anger. "Bye bye" He chuckles satanically before using his tentical to strangle the demon.

The demons head falls to the floor and the demon gets covered in blood. He stands infront of me before turning around to me. He kneels infront of me. "Alastor..? What are you.." I say confused. He interrupts me by shushing me. He checks my wound before grabbing my hand and putting it on it. I heal it and sigh.

"You alright? Thought your stronger then that yknow." He says, you could hear the static in his voice. He's healed now. "Yeah yeah. Got caught of guard.." I say before grabbing his hands and standing us

Someone else tries to enter the alleyway. Alastor uses his tentacles again and kills them instantly. He shoves his tentacle through the demon and the demon falls to the floor. "No one.. touches you. Understand?" He says as he whispers into my ear. I feel my face go a little warm.

I dont say anything since I didn't really know how to reply. He picks me up bridal style and teleports to the Hazbin Hotel. He puts me down and I look around confused. The crimson coloured walls made me realise this is Alastors room. I look at him and raise an eyebrow.

"That whole..fucking battle I watched you. The way you effortlessly kill those angels. No one will hurt you.. I'll make sure of it dear. Do you trust me?" He whispers seductively in my ear while holding the top of my neck with his hands. His claw slightly and lightly scratching my neck. I feel myself shudder under his touch.

I've seen him around. We've interacted once or twice. Despite that we've never really spoke. I gulp and nod slowly. I've admired him for a while. But he doesn't need to know that.

"Use your words, sweetheart." He says as he places a kiss on the edge of my lips just to tease. I keep eye contact with him before answering. "Yes, Al.. I trust you." I say. Which was true. Kinda. Somewhat. But he's too handsome to give this up. But he makes me feel something. Maybe love at first sigh actually exists.

He chuckles and kisses my lips before quickly leaning away. If anything it was just a peck. He leaves my breathless before he pushes me out the room. I looked around confused. Did that just happen? I could hear Alastors giggle through the closed door. I snickered and rolled my eyes. He's clearly teasing me.

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#hazbin hotel #romance #hazbin hotel x male reader #male y/n #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor #alastor altruist

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irishmammonagenda · 1 month

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Hi girl!!!

I have this idea running around in my head for so long. Can you write the demon bros with little sister reader (around the teenage year)? Hear me out. She's the 8th of the family which means she's the youngest. The brothers must be overprotective of her and they would love her so much. Lucifer would have a soft spot for her. She and Mammon would be partners in crime. Then Satan will help her with her study and Asmo will love to help her do her hair. That's it 😁

Btw I love your writing...

hihi! yeah ofc i can! <3

as per usual I had no idea where this was going🧍‍♂️

but this was super fun to write as well

grma for the ask! <3

[Amazing Title]-Obey Me Brothers + Little Sister! Reader

Summary: The brothers except MC's their wee sister ig, chaos ensues. Word Count: 3.8k+ Warnings: Mentions of Death, Female Reader (she/her pronouns used) MC changes her hair length and colour when she feels like it, also she has a crush on some rando idek,

dividers by @cafekitsune

Lucifer was sick to his stomach. Long broken wings attempted to flap, ivory feathers turning black. Wounds open and bleeding. Shooting through stormy skies like a dying star.

His eyes burnt, the speed of his fall making it almost impossible to take in a breath. His lungs burnt. His heart hurt. He hadn´t understood death until Cain took the Rock to Abel, until Father took the scepter to Lilith.

Was he going to die?

He was falling.

As he tore through the sky at a damned pace, he caught a glimpse of warm bronze skin, unusually cold, stained with blood as red as the long crimson hair of his sister.

Despite the pain, despite the strain in his broken, burnt wings, he used the last of his willpower, the last of his strength, to get to the young girl.

He wrapped his hands around her, pulling her close to his chest, attempting to shield her from the fall.

"Luci?-" Lilith chokes out weakly, skin greying, holding onto her brother like a lifeline, one that was getting further away, as her grip slowly loosened. "Luci...I-im scared..."

"D-...don't be..." Lucifer manages to choke out. He could see some sembelance of land now. Some sembelance of an end to the torture of just....falling. "I'll protect you, L-Lilith."

He held on tight to her as he braced for impact, not registering that his little sister had died in his arms, that six wings became two.

He lost conciousness for a moment, hardly lucid, coming to moments later. The ringing in his ears didn't stop.

He coughed up dirt. Dust cleared to reveal two demons, as he looked around he saw crimson everywhere. Filthy fuil dearg coated the crater he'd created. Lucifer scrambled up, staring at the mangled form of what used to be his sister. Not noticing a pair of his wings at his feet. They didn't matter.

He screamed. Gently cradling the corpse, looking up at the Demon Prince with eyes filled with firey fearg, "Save her! Bring her back! Help her..!" He shouts, anger fading to desperation.

The prince regards him with a sort of impassivity, after backs and forths and emotions unravelling, the Demons agree to revive his precious sister as a human, provided Lucifer swears his loyalty, makes a vow with a heavy heart.

"I Lucifer Morningstar....swear absolute loyalty to Lord Diavolo, Prince of Hell."

"Very good."

With a snap of the Demon Butler's finger, his sister disappeared, a screech erupted, but it wasn't from Lucifer. Turning behind him, the disgraced angel saw one of the wings he had barely registered splitting from him---too focused on the pain of losing his sister than the pain of losing his wings,-- the now black mass of feathers morphed and grew like bubbling tar, emitting screeches.

The creature that formed of it, pale of skin, blond of hair, its face contorted in a pain Lucifer felt was a part of him. The demon races, screeching with a fury unbridled. Destruction followed it.

The Demon Prince and Butler watch on with intrigue whilst Lucifer tries to keep from breaking down a second time. The sound of whistling through the air alerts him of his other brothers falling. He looks up, hoping to see where they landed.

Somewhere amongst the vast Devildom. He had to find them. He couldn't handle another death, another loss. Despite his disgrace, his deportation from the only home he'd ever known, he prays to Father one last time, that his brothers were alive.

"There's no need. I will attend to the fallen angels now." The butler says serenely, both him and the Demon Prince disappearing within a moment's notice. Although the latter was more hesitant.

The creature of his wing is still screeching, like a coyote on the prowl, but inherently more sinister. It bites and screams, eyes filled with a murderous rage, one it directs towards Lucifer, as it comes charging at him like a bull of the plaza de toros.

Lucifer takes a step back, His foot hitting something soft and quishy. He pauses, the thing cries. The wails of a newborn cutting through the thick air like a knife, the creature of his wing stops screeching, tilting its head and staring down at the ground.

Lucifer gently picks you up. Cradling you in his arms. He looks to both you and the Creature of Wrath, both so inherently different, both his.

He looks into your eyes for a moment, such a tiny demon, more suited to be an angel, so unlike the pure cantankerousness of the older of the two creatures of his wings.

Lucifer, in the throws of his grief, made two vows that day, the first an oath of absolute loyalty to the Demon Prince, the second, a móid to always protect you.

You tapped your pen against the desk, biting the inside of your cheek as you stared down at your textbook. Shoulder length black hair tied in a low ponytail so it wasn't pouring over your face as you worked. You sighed in defeat, set your pen down and looked up at your two older brothers who were sitting opposite you, and planning out what looks to be another failed prank.

Satan and Belphie had their heads together, murmuring rather animatedly amongst eachother. You snorted, leaning over the table, your sudden movement catches their attention as you stare up at them, your head tilted.

"What about a whoopie cushion?" You ask softly, Belphie makes a face.

"We are not using...human...pranks, we're demons." He snorts, "We have more class than that."

You pout, Satan pinches him from under the table. His green eyes looking dotingly at you, like he would a cat. Coincidentally, he pats your head, ruffling your hair. "I think a simple human world prank could be entertaining to try." He says, giving Belphie a look, the Seventh Born raises his hands lazily in defeat, before leisurely sliding over the table to sit beside you, you quickly flipped to a blank page in your notebook, lest your older brother see the doodles you'd absentmindedly scribbled of you and your crush, a demon from your Devildom History Class.

Satan writes 'Whoopie Cushion' in cursive on their blueprint plans, tongue sticking out ever so slightly, before going back to his own homework. Belphie leans his head on your shoulder, dozing off.

"How did Fear Gorta come to fruition as an entity in the Human Realm?" You read off of your paper, Satan looks up from his essay for seductive speechcraft--a class which you were too young to take--he blinks for a moment, before setting his fountain pen down, and taking up the seat on the other side of you.

Belphie looks over at you tiredly, stretching his arms.

"Need any help?"

They glare at each other playfully, you nod.

Satan takes the textbook from you for a moment, reading the question aloud again.

"Fear Gorta are said to rise from Féar Gortach....sometimes they're just people who died of starvation near Sídhe hills." Satan begins to explain, watching as you nod along.

"They were said to go around with a bowl for begging or almsgiving...travelling, knocking on doors, asking for food." Belphie interjects lazily, head still on your shoulder. "They could hardly keep the bowl from dropping, because they were so weak."

You nod, writing it down, you'd always had trouble simplifying long texts down to their key parts, something Lucifer had assured you would come with time. It was a good thing you had your brothers. They were always willing to help you with homework.

"But what about that has to do with the Fear Gorta coming to fruition in the Human Realm?" You ask, feeling a little dumb.

Satan clears his throat, "Well, some Devildom and Human Scholara believe that the Fear Gorta is what brought the Famine to Ireland. Supposedly, just before the Great Famine, he emerged after a battle of the Fae near Cnoc Meadha."

You scribble that down, your tongue sticking out slightly, an idiosyncrasy developed from your older brother.

Belphie hums, eyes closed, and breathing so even you thought he was asleep. "Mhm, but others believe he's a personification of An Gorta Mór, or the Great Famine himself. That the people of Ireland made him up during the 1840s as a way of coping with and explaining the potato blight."

Upon seeing your confused face, Satan chuckles, "Essentially, the Fear Gorta is an example of how Human suffering can cause mythological beings to be thought up, and how with enough Human Manifestation, they can truly become something that exists."

As if to emphasize, Satan takes a random pen and a scrap piece of paper, drawing little doodles with the summarising he and Belphie had just did.

"Thanks Satan! Thanks Belphie!" You grin, taking the scrap piece of paper, using it to help you jot down the rest of your notes, finally understanding, you begin to answer the question, making a mental note to not let Mammon see the drawings that Satan drew, ever.

It takes a total of ten minutes of pens scratching against paper, Belphie's soft snores, and the dull drill of your own thoughts before you set your pen down, and look up grinning at Satan.

"So...about the prank you're planning..."

The next morning, all decked out in your RAD uniform, you sit on a poof and stare at your reflection in the luxurious vanity. You had decided on long hair, a dark pink so deep it was almost red. That was one of the búntáistí of having the Avatars of Lust and Wrath as brothers, you knew all the best spells for hair, and boy did you exploit that fact.

Short hair? No problem. Long hair? Alright then. Curly? Straight? Wavy? Ask and you shall receive.

Not to mention, Asmo would style your hair, no matter the length, shade or texture, and he would always make it look gorgeous Which was exactly what he was doing now, a gentle comb being ran down your hair, before your brother begins to braid strands in an intercate half-up, half-down pattern.

It's always relaxing when your 5th oldest brother does your hair, always conscious of not hurting you, you let your mind wander.

And wander your mind does, twisting and turning while travelling through the crevices of your brain, eventually coming to a stop at its destination, which just so happened to be the demon in your Devildom History class. They made you feel giddy, with their shoulder length, layered turquoise hair and purposely messy black eye shadow in place of the usual clean cut liquid eyeliner.

"Something on your mind, hon?" Asmo asks concerned as he puts a soft, black bow in your hair, you had been unfocused for a while now.

"Its nothing!" You say a little too defensively, your older brother gives you a knowing look, perfectly threaded eyebrows raising ever so slightly before he gasps and grins excitedly, holding back a squeal.

"Oh!~ And just who is this nothing, honey?~" He asks, you cover your face in your hands and groan, mortification dripping over you as Asmo finishes up on your hair.

Once your hair is done, you rush out, so as not to give the Avatar of annoying you lust any more ammo to tease you with.

Unluckily for you, Asmo was very environmentally friendly, and could make his own ammo.

Your mortification however, is not as short-lived as you'd hoped it would be.

Upon entering the dining room, you make a beeline for Mammon, your partner in crime, and sit beside your 2nd oldest brother, who laughs at you.

"Ye look like yer goin' to a Feis!" He laughs, slapping his knees ad doubled over, you pout and Lucifer, who sat directly diagonal to Mammon at the head of the table slapped him up the back of the head, leaving the avatar of greed choking and spluttering on his own spit.

"S-sorry MC..." He says in between coughs, "Ya look lovely..." He gives you an awkward side hug before resuming his activity of choking to death. You turn to the rest of your brothers as they trickle in, Levi was having an anime marathon, and for the sake of the Devildom seas, and the House of Lamentation not flooding for the nth time, he was allowed to stay in his room, provided he ate something of nutritional value, which meant that some time in the next few hours Lucifer would come into the 3rd born's room with a bowl of freshly cut fruit and force the otaku to eat it.

He was such a mother hen.

Speaking of Lucifer....

"MC," Lucifer drawls, catching your attention. "I received your bi-weekly report last night, you did well in all subjects, though I've noticed your History scores have gone down..." Your eldest brother sets his fork down fully and leans in a little closer to you, only a little bit of concern and a whole lot of care in his eyes, no judgement whatsoever. "Are you not understanding the course material? Would you like me to help you with your work? Or we could get you a tutor."

Asmo leans in to your conversation, eye glittering mischievously, he had taken a little longer to come down to breakfast than he usually did. You were sure he eliminated all of the options and knew exactly what demon you were crushing on.

"Now now Luci!~" He interjects, earning a soft glare from Lucifer, "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about, MC's just a little bit....distracted..." He puts his hands on your shoulders.

Lucifer's eyes widen ever so slightly, Belphie and Satan exchange knowing glances, Beel blinks slowly, were you having trouble focusing in class?

Mammon discreetly opens his DDD under the table, if you were having trouble focusing, he knew a few guys who sold some pretty good remedies for that.

You groan, quickly scarfing down the rest of your breakfast before grabbing Mammon and running out the door, your older brother yelling in confusion.

6 other brothers watch you leave, before turning to Asmo.

Belphie is the first to speak, "Alright, who is it?"

"Who's what?" Beel tilts his head, Belphie turns to him with a smile.

"MC has a crush on someone in her History class."

"Oh, okay." Beel turns to Asmo, "Who is it?"

You and Mammon arrive at RAD unusually early, on account of you essentially fleeing the breakfast table like an escaped convict and dragging your brother with you.

Mammon wasn't annoyed at all, despite his outward act, in actuality, he was delighted. You had picked him to drag out of a chair and run with you?! That meant he must be your favourite big brother! His chest puffs out with pride as you both chatter whilst he walks you to your form class. What type of favourite big brother would he be if he let his little sister walk down the scary hallways of school alone?!

"And then Satan said-" You stop uncerimonously when you catch sight of who's at the other end of the corridor, a blush coating your cheeks, barely noticeable on your skin, hardly even there, but Mammon still picked up on it.

"Hey, twerp, what's up wi' ye?" He asks, examining the hallway, taking notice of the only other demon there.

With a baggy dark denim jacket adorned in pins pulled over their RAD uniform, headphones snapped over their ears, messy turquoise hair cascading down their tanned face. The demon is young--Mammon notices--they look around the same age as you, maybe slightly older.

As they get closer and spot MC, they grin, silver braces shining in the light of the RAD hallway. "Hiya MC! You´re in early!" The demon calls out to you, Mammon notes how you swallow thickly before waving shyly at the demon in question as they approach the pair of you.

The demon goes to rub their eyes, but upon remembering the messy yet purposeful placement of black eyeshadow acting as eyeliner, they stop and pout for just a moment before looking at MC and grinning, eyes as grey as stone flickering to Mammon for just a moment, the demon looks to you and raises one of their thick, dark eyebrows.

"This one of your brothers, MC?" They ask, gaze flickering between you and your brother like a faulty lightbulb.

"O-oh uh...yes! Mammon this is C-Caelus....Caelus this is Mammon..." You introduce them.

"Oh, please, call me Cael, everyone does!" They smile politely at Mammon reaching out to shake his hand, Mammon, bites the inside of his cheek to stop his jaw from dropping. You had a....crush on Cael didn't you?"

"Oh aye." Is all he can manage to say.

Cael nods, before turning completely to face you, they eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly, "So, how come you're in early today?..Nice hair by the way!" They run a hand through their dark turquoise hair, messing it up with their long fingers.

"Oh uh thanks Cael!" You bite your lip, trying to figure out what to say next. "I was thinking of getting in early and studying for the test next week...." You lie, though it did sound like a good idea. No way were you explaining the fiasco that was Breakfast.

Mammon watches like a crow, stopping himself from cooing. You were so adorable! His favourite little dickhead's first crush! They grow up so fast!

He cringes internally, thinking, 'What the actual fuck, I sound like Asmo.'

After another moment, he interupts your conversation to tell you that he needs to go, you nod and say goodbye, before continuing to talk to Cael and trying to keep your blushing under control.

Mammon tredges to the courtyard before whistling.

"Hiya Éan!" He coos to the crow that lands perched on his shoulders, the bird looks unamusedly at him, its been a year and the avian was still judging him for the name choice! "Oh stop yer yappin'...." At the unimpressed look Éan gives him, his eyelid twitches. "Well, I know yer gurnin' internally...don't think I'm dim."

Éan caws.

"Look, I need ye ta do somethin' for me, so I do." Mammon groans at the crows shaking of its head. "I'm not askin' ye to assassinate anyone! I just need ye to keep an eye on this one wee demon in m'sister's class..."

Éan blinks, before leaning in closer to Mammon, he pets its head, it leans into the touch.

"Right so listen up, their name's Caelus...but people call 'em Cael...I need ye to keep an eye on them and give me a report back in a day or so, we clear?"

Éan lets out a quiet caw.

"Great!"

After a long day of RAD, you waled into the attic, where Satan and Belphie were unboxing whoopie cushions. Or rather Satan was unboxing whoopie cushions and Belphie was watching him lazily.

"Hi MC." Belphie smiles at you before gesturing to sit beside him, so you do.

"I thought you said my human world pranks were stupid." You look at Belphie.

"I've decided that since I'm such a good role model, I'll give it a go."

You deadpan, about to say something before a bellowing laugh erupts from Satan.

"You? A good role model?" The 4th born wipes a tear from his eye. "What's next? Lucifer breaking up with Lord Diavolo?"

"I don't think they're dating Satie…" You butt in.

Belphie smirks, "Then why are they so gay?"

"He is the Avatar of Pride, I guess." You shrug.

And with that, Satan picks up the whoopie cushion and the three of you begin your descent down the staircase to Lucifer's office. With you making small talk to distract them from Asmo's words in the morning.

You reach Lucifer's office, but now you need to draw him out. Satan walks in.

"Hello Lucifer."

"Your prank's not going to work." Lucifer puts his pen down.

Satan puts a hand over his heart in mock offence. "No, I saw a cat on the streets walking home and I want to adopt it." He says, not even lying.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you don't need one."

Satan feels wrath bubble up inside him, before he makes a risky move, knowing he needs Lucifer out of his office so you can place the whoopie cushion. "Well if I don't need a cat then you don't need your paperwork!"

He reaches forward and grabs the official documents on Lucifer's desk then bolts.

Lucifer jolts up out of his seat and races after him, out of the office.

That's your cue, quick as a thief on the hunt, you run into your eldest brother's office, and place the whoopie cushion down on his seat, you did it!

"Are you having fun, MC?" Lucifer asks, you jump. Turning around you see a slightly disheveled Lucifer staring at you, eyebrow raised and holding slightly crinkled papers. You back away.

"I wasn't doing anything!" You lie obviously.

"Hmm. Sure….now as for your punishment….I've already strung Satan up in the enterance hall, and I'm certain Belphie has gone somewhere to sleep, when he wakes up he will be appropriately disciplined of course…." He moves closer to you. "Now as for you….." Lucifer clicks his fingers and a desk and chair appear, the waves of magic pushing you into it.

You're going to sit there until I've finished my work. No DDD."

You groan, but don't complain, if it was anyone else out of your brothers, Lucifer would have strung them up like he did with Satan.

An hour goes by, though it seems like several to you, as you're bored out of your mind. Lucifer sets his pen down and stares at you.

"Now, tell me about this Caelus."

You stiffen, knowing better than to lie to your eldest, and strictest brother. "They uh-they're a demon in my class…"

Lucifer raises an eyebrow, prompting you to continue, "And what's this I'm hearing about you having a crush on them?"

"Asmo!" You gurn, covering your face in your hands.

"Asmo and Mammon, actually." Lucifer's lips twitch upwards. "Do you have anything to day for yourself?"

"I won't do drugs."

"MC."

"Okay fine! They're a good demon, I promise! I don't even know if I wanna ask them out yet!"

Lucifer's eyes soften, seeing you now, sitting at a desk, complaining about love…he can't help but be reminded of a different person in a different realm long ago, long passed.

"I trust you, but be careful, okay?"

You nod, something churns in Lucifer's stomach as he looks at you, gracefully moving over to you, and pulling you into a soft hug, arms wrapping around you protectively, as if shielding you from the elements.

"And if ever, you need any help whatsoever, come to me? You understand?"

You nod.

"Say it."

"I understand Luci."

Lucifer smiles, ruffling your hair. "I will always protect you MC."

AND WE'RE DONE!!! this was honetly fun to write, i had no idea where i was going with this and i'm sorry if it doesn't make any sense 🧍‍♂️

fuil (pronounced 'full') means blood, móid (maw-d-ge) means vow or promise, 'to make a vow' would translate to 'móid a thabhairt' (maw-d-ge ah how-ert-ch)

éan (pronounced 'ane') means bird. idk i thought it was funny

#obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #omswd #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me fluff #obey me platonic #obey me lilith #obey me brothers

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scenteddelusion5 · 2 months

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can you write a zestial x reader where the reader is an angel and they have a secret relationship but the seraphim found out and b an ned her from heaven

A Daring Creature -Part 1

Zestial x angel fem reader

Note: AHHH!!! I LOVE this!! Also why don't we have yellow text colours! I also had to take a LOT of liberties writing Zestial because we don't know much about him.

Warning: inacurate middle English

Word count: 1880

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4

Zestial was more than 400 years old, he lost the real count a LONG time ago. What he would never lose count of was how long he'd known her. To be fair it wasn't all THAT long ago, only 42 years ago, but he swore to himself he'd never forget that day.

He was hiding out in his mansion on his territory during extermination day when he heard a loud pang outside. Something must've hit the ground very hard, if it was a sinner they would probably already be dead by this point and if it was an exterminator, he didn't want to cross paths with them. So instead he hid deeper, in the basement of his mansion.

The day went on without a hitch and Zestial could leave his manor again to check what happened. While he was exploring his garden, he found a strange creature had crashed into the path, having destroyed the beautiful tiles. She had giant white wings and a yellow halo above her head. small wounds and bruises adorned her body with golden blood flowing out of them, they were, however, healing quickly. She wasn't dead.

Was this angel an exterminator? No, she didn't wear their uniform nor did she hold a black hallow like her military sisters, then why was she here. Zestial had many questions, but first he had to decide. Was it worth bringing in this angel to gain their favour even though she could become a threat later on?

She didn't seem to have any angelic weapons on her, she wouldn't be able to kill him... Zestial decided to bring her in and laid her down on a bed in one of his guest rooms. He designated one of his demon contracts to take care of her and warn him when she wakes up.

Y/n woke up with a headache, the last thing she remembered was falling face first into the ground and now she was in a bed? How did she get here. She slowly sat up, looking around the room, it was decorated with red, black and greenish yellow decor. Did this mean she made it to hell? Another look over her eyes landed on a man standing in the corner, he was short, wore a butler-like uniform and had a web in his hair. What she assumed to be a demon, had red skin and black horns.

"H-hello," she spoke but the demon stayed quiet. "Where am I?"

The demon looked at his watch. "Please put on this attire and wait here. I'll be informing master that you're awake." And with that the demon left without answering her question.

On the chair laid a simple black dress, nothing fancy but it also wasn't a rag. She slowly got out of bed, being careful with her headache, and changed out of her very badly damaged angel attire.

Who was this guy's master? The demon who lived there seemed to be very well of and thus powerful. What kind of mess did she get herself in now?

A knock came from the door, "lady, if you're finished changing please come out."

When she walked out, she saw the same demon waiting on her in the hallway.

"Follow me."

Looking around the hallways, the building looked like it was decorated by someone from th 17th century. Besides all the luxury paintings and dressers, what really stood out were the strange spiderweb motives all around the building, from the wallpapers to the candle chandeliers.

They ended up in front of a pair of doors that were at least 3 meters (10 feet) tall. The tops were arched and the handles looked like spiders.

The demon knocked on the giant doors. "She's here, sir."

"Thee can enter!"

The demon didn't react, so Y/n opened the door just enough to walk through. Inside was an office. The wooden walls as well as the furniture had flowery carvings in them, the fabric used for the cushiony parts of the furniture had web patterns in them and the candle light glowed green instead of yellow.

On the armchair behind the desk sat a tall figure, he had four green glowing eyes, a dark black cloak wrapped around his body, spider held the place of where his bowtie was supposed to be and a hat sat upon his head making his already tall figure even taller.

"Please, sitteth down." The man conjured up two cups of thee, one of which he took a sip from. "Now, wherefore is there an angel down here? Thee aren't an exterminator."

"I was just really curious about hell and kind off... Snuck down." Y/n awkwardly looked around the room avoiding eye contact with the demon in front of her. "What is an exterminator?"

Zestial choked on his tea hearing her question. "Does thou not knoweth?"

"No," she answered.

"Alloweth me to proposeth a deal." He got her attention again after she started to search around the room again. "I shall bid thee about the exterminations and hell, in turneth thee bid me in detaileth about how thee did get here." Zestial held out his hand, it became surrounded by glowing webs.

"Uhm sure, but we don't have to do the hand thingy." She laughed it off. "So when I first arrived in heaven three years ago, I started to wonder what hell was like. Nobody could give me a concrete answer, not even the seraphim. I made it my mission to find out what's it like. After two years, I realised a group of angels went down every year..."

"Hey lute!" Y/n ran up to the older angel. "Where were you yesterday?" "Work." "For a whole twenty four hours?" She asked. "Yes," Lute sighed, "what do you want Y/n?" "I was just curious." "Too curious, it's none of your business where and how I work."

"I knew I just had to follow them, so the next time they gathered, I snuck through the gates and jumped after them. On the way down, I had a bit of an accident, my wing got caught on the metal tip of a strange tower and it ripped through me. And that's how I ended up falling into the ground."

"I supposeth I shouldst hold up my own endeth. Every year, the heavens sendeth down an army of exterminators." As Zestial was telling her this Y/n's eyes widened. "Thy sisters cometh down to slaught'r."

"I... I know Lute and the others aren't model angels, but I doubt they would-"

"T's the thruth." Zestial stood up from his desk. "Anon, t's better thee leaveth. I wanteth not beest the targeteth of thy sisters."

He was about to snap his fingers when Y/n yelled, "WAIT!"

He stopped.

"How about another deal? No one of the angels know I'm here and I have a strong alibi. You seem like a powerful demon and I probably wouldn't survive the streets of hell. So, I stay with you for a year, you show me around and I'll give you... Whatever you want...?" Even though she talked a million miles a minute, he still understood her.

"I aught to want?" He considered it for a few seconds. "Dealeth." Zestial held out his hand and the glowing webs were back.

"You haven't said what yet..." But y/n didn't get an answer. "Fine, ONE thing you want."

Zestial nodded his head.

"Deal."

She shook his hand and for a slight second, his whole appearance seemed to change. The man became even taller, spiders crawled around his body and webs covered their intertwined hands. And then it was gone again, like it never happened.

"Edward shall be in chargeth of thy careth. I expecteth thee to never grise foor of these grounds unless thee has't mine own permission to doth so. Thee may taketh thy leave now." He shoed her away.

Y/n walked out of her office finally realising the gravity of the situation. She just gave a DEMON to make her do or get anything he wanted from her without any limits, except that he could only do so once of course. How stupid could she be? At least now she had a safe place to stay and a very intimidating tour guide.

A week went by and Y/n hadn't been able to explore hell at all. She was stuck in the manor, barely even allowed into the garden. At least she grew closer to the demon butler Edward.

At first the man was distant and cold but he slowly opened up to her. His wife and kids had gone to heaven while he was cast down for protecting them. Zestial had offered the safe and comfortable job as his butler and Edward accepted.

She also learned he was a lot more of a joker than he made himself out to be. When Y/n was helping him prepare dinner for only them two, which they decided was going to be pizza, she had tried to spin the dough and toss it in the air. It went horribly wrong, the dough landing on top of her face. Edward laughed so hard he started crying, after a while the man decided to try it too, only to end up in the same predicament.

Zestial was aware the two had grown closer, he didn’t mind, however. It meant that she wouldn’t bother him and go to Edward for everything. What he wasn't aware of was for the fact that Y/n had made it her mission to create fun activities in an otherwise boring mansion.

One day, Zestial was walking down the corridor to go and ask Ed to pick up an important package for him, only to find the strangest display in the hallway.

"This is going to go horribly wrong," the butler stated.

"It'll be fine, loosen up!" She laughed.

Edward sighed, "If you get hurt, I'm not patching up your wounds."

"I'll take that risk."

What Zestial saw was that the angel had tied sponges to her shoes and tried to skate around on the wet and soapy marble floor. He was just about to speak up when she slipped and fell back. Her back hit his waist, he quickly caught her.

"What art thee doing, î̷̟n̷̰͆͜s̴̢͍͒o̷̖͐l̷̟͇̂͠é̷͖n̶̙̫̑t̶̲̘̅͝ angel?" The overlord was glaring at her.

"I'm sorry sir, uh... Zestial sir." Y/n looked down at her soapy boots. "But you haven't showed me around all the fun stuff in hell, so I decided to make the fun!"

"I can't even but now," he explained, "Everything in doth timeth."

"Then I'll keep finding fun things to do."

Zestial sighed. Maybe this angel was more work than she was worth. "Fine, I shall taketh thee out tomorrow morning." He caved. "Doth not maketh me regreth it."

"YES!"

That nights Zestial was pondering about his angel guest while looking for a big robe. She was quite bothersome but then again, he had made the deal to show Y/n around. Although, the manor had been much more livelier in the week she had been there. Almost every day, he would walk through the hallways and hear laughter, which was a stark difference from before. The manor used to be eerily quiet, maybe she wasn't too bad after all.

Part 2

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#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel requests #reader insert #reader requests #hazbin hotel zestial #zestial x reader #zestial x you #x reader #x yn #yn

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kindfrog · 2 months

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Altruist AU

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Premise: adam succeeds in killing Alastor, and dying altruistically for his friends is enough to get him into heaven, to his ever lasting horror.

Adams attack is as bright as the sun, and crashed over him with the force of a tidal wave. “What just happened?” Blinded and disorientated, it took Alastor a moment to process the attack was over. “Ffff-uck.” Feeling the uneven weight of his staff in his hands, he had only a split second to understand that his staff was split clean in two, before Adam came crashing into him from above.

The weight of the first man bore down on him, and the sharp edge of his guitar axe pressed deeply into Alastors chest. The force of the attack sent him flying across the roof, back slamming harshly into the stone. Stuttering for breath that wouldn’t come, Alastor gritted his teeth to smother the scream that desperately wanted to escape. The brief moment of shock that numbed the initial pain drained away, and the sharp agony across his chest left him choking.

He could taste blood in his mouth, could feel it warm and gushing from his side. Flickering his eyes to an approaching Adam, Alastor tried to summon his powers to portal him away. It was with horror he realised they were unresponsive, leaving him at the mercy of Adam.

“Tch- not so smug now are ya bitch? Still got that rotten fucking smile stitched on though huh? I wonder what it takes to for you to finally drop it, or do I have to peel the fucking skin from your face?”

“Ha ha! what a delightful theory! I’m afraid it’s not a matter of skin and bone though.”

“The fuck? stop speaking in riddles. You’d think dying would have you considering your last words more carefully! Not that it matters! I’m the only one who’ll hear them, and you can bet I’m going to forget them within the hour.”

At this point Alastors vision was beginning to fade in black around the edges, and he desperately tried once more to portal away. Adam lifted his blood stained guitar once more, and without further talk, swung it down heavy back onto Alastors chest. And again. And again. And again. Until finally Adam huffed a breath, gazed down at Alastors still and smiling face for a second, and lifted his guitar from the mutilated corpse with a disturbing squelch.

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“…ow”

Alastor woke slowly with the phantom echos of his second death racking his body. He coughed and was surprised to no longer taste any blood, and slowly dared to open his eyes to take in the change in surroundings.

He was sprawled on his back in an undignified and uncomfortable manner across a cold white tile floor. Cautiously lifting himself on his elbows, he was surprised to note his chest was distinctly whole and non-disfigured given his last memories.

A quiet gasp broke the stillness of the air, and with a crack he twisted his neck to face towards the origin of the sound. A young female Angel sat at a table gazing back at him with wide eyes. Next to her a larger Angel sat, and despite their similar colourations, they could not seem more different in that moment.

Scrambling ungainly to his feet, feeling simultaneously the best he’s ever felt and like he just went though a meat grinder, Alastor let slip a abrupt curse. His limbs felt like jelly and to his horror he realised the weight on his back was two massive wings that fluttered and twitched seemingly with a mind of their own.

The larger Angel had a distinctly horrified expression on their face, in contrast to the smaller Angel who looked delighted at Alastors sudden appearance. Well, that made one of them. Alastor was quickly coming to recognise what the appearance of this clean white room and two Angels likely meant for him, and he was decidedly not feeling happy about it. Well, when in doubt, one can always fall back on manners.

Taking stock of his undamaged torso and carefully bringing his limbs in from his previous position, Alastor stood at full height and wished he had his staff to have something to do with his hands.

“Alastor! A pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure! Say this wouldn’t happen to be heaven now would it? Only, I was just in hell, and I rather hate to think I’ve just left in the middle of the grand finale!”

“…no. No. Absolutely not.” the larger Angel deadpanned.

“Sera! Be nice! Hi Alastor! I’m Emily! I’m so excited that you’re here! Do you know Charlie? Is she okay? Did you get killed in the extermination? What did you do to redeem yourself? How did-“ the smaller Angel, Emily, let out a stream of questions that Alastor decided to interrupt before she could go any further.

“Ha ha! Quite the introduction my dear! I’m afraid I don’t have the answer to all of your questions! Why I have no idea why I would be in heaven! Last I checked redemption wasn’t a card on the table so to speak, and if it were, why I doubt having your chest caved in by the first man would win you anything! Ha ha!”

“Wait what..? Adam killed you?” Emily’s eyes had slowly widened as he spoke, filling with confusion and despair in equal measure. Beside her Sera looked contemplative, gaze narrowing at the mention of Adam.

Disregarding her question with a face splitting grin, Alastor finally spoke the thought he’d been thinking since he realised he was in heaven, “Now, so sorry to disappoint, but I’d truly rather rip out my eyeballs and eat them than stay another second staring at these white walls! Do tell, how does one go about making their way back down to hell?”

#hazbin hotel #Alastor #altruist au #angel alastor au #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel emily #fanart #fanfic #one shot #my art and writing #I’ve never actually written fic before so this is a first

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katnisspeetaprim · 2 months

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Hazbin Hotel OC Profile!

(Art of my oc I commissioned from the lovely @ioniiaa )

Hazbin Hotel Masterlist

Fallen angel OC, all my Lucifer works that have a fallen angel reader will be this character unless stated otherwise!

Adam wanted her to be an exorcist since she is a good fighter, but she refused when she understood what being an exorcist entailed.

She was disgusted that they murdered human souls every year for fun.

Since only a select few in Heaven know about the exterminations, they couldn't risk her speaking out about it.

Adam got Lute to take your wings and make you fall, too cowardly to do it himself.

Exorcists were all black and grey, so when she got to Hell she wanted to be far away from that look. She changed her hair colour and clothing, so she could stand out in her own way.

She quickly found out about Charlie Morningstar and the hotel. It was a great thing Charlie was trying to do, so she immediately offered her assistance at the hotel, which Charlie great fully accepted.

That's how she also met Lucifer for the first time. He instantly knew she was a fallen angel, since he is one himself, but it's not something she was trying to hide anyway.

#hazbin hotel #art #commission #oc #lucifer morningstar #lucifer x reader #x reader #imagine #one shot #fluff #angst #smut #scenario #drabble #charlie morningstar #alastor #adam #lute #angel #husk

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eviebane · 5 months

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Self-Actualisation in Good Omens [inspired by this thread]

Have you ever watched Lucifer? If so, you're coming here with a good foundation of what self-actualisation is.

Why do we care about another show? Well, Neil had a hand it it's creation, so it's not far-fetched to think some ideas might float over to Good Omens

What is self-actualisation and how does this work in Lucifer? By definition, this means realising one's own potential. In Lucifer, this is a magical trait that reflects how a soul perceives itself, then shapes that into reality. In humans this means where they go in the afterlife. Those with perceived guilt go to Hell, while the rest go to Heaven. For angels this manifests through their physical appearance (e.g. wings!) and their divine powers (including type of powers, strength of powers, and vulnerability to death). Lucifer's wings and physical appearance change multiple times throughout the show to reflect his self-hatred, going full 'devil mode' when he feels particularly guilty and monstrous.

How does this fit in with Good Omens? Neil confirmed that Crowley's wings begin to grey while talking to Aziraphale in 2x01 'In The Beginning' scene. At this point, Crowley has begun to question God but is not yet Fallen. From this conversation alone, his wings have already begun to change colour toward the 'demon' black wings he has today.

I also think it's interesting that only some demons have animalistic traits, and how it affects them varies. Hastur (toad/maggots), Ligur (toad), Beelzebub (flies), Furfur (split tongue), Dagon (scales?). Interesting Shax has no 'odd' traits.

Crowley seems very affected by his snakey-traits. He can change into a snake, tends to hiss when he forgets himself, and may or may not have snakey feet. Most interestingly, he has snake eyes. The fact that he did not maintain his snake eyes during the body swap is strange to me. If he was 'cursed' with them then they would've stayed with him in Aziraphale's body, but it was able to transfer over to Aziraphale's appearance just like everything else Crowley chooses to wear. But why the sunglasses? Well, if he's self-actualising a deep, hidden guilt, then he wouldn't have conscious control over his eyes. Neil has hinted that Crowley is an unreliable narrator of his involvement in his Fall. I think Crowley is burying the truth deep down and it's self-actualising.

What about holy water & hell fire, though? Well, bullets and swords only ever hurt Lucifer depending on how he was self-actualising. Sometimes they hurt him, sometimes he was invulnerable.

It's not a conscious on/off switch, it's deep down in your soul but manifesting in reality! They have zero idea it's happening.

We could also consider the 25 lazari miracle - is it a reflection of how strong Crowley & Aziraphale feel when they work together?

The whole plot of the book and S1 revolves around the idea of nature vs. nurture. Adam chooses to be a human ("Reality will listen to you").

What else does the book tell us?

"[Aziraphale & Crowley] both were of angel stock, after all."

"Don't tell me about genetics. What've they got to do with it. Look at Satan. Created as an angel, grows up to be the Great Adversary. Hey, if you're going to go on about genetics, you might as well say the kid will grow up to be an angel. After all, his father was really big in Heaven in the old days. Saying he'll grow up to be a demon just because his dad became one is like saying a mouse with its tail cut off will give birth to tailless mice. No. Upbringing is everything. Take it from me."

So this begs the question, what separates demons from angels? Does God decide? God is pretty big on free will and playing Her own ineffable game so...

This could open some interesting doors for season 3.

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fairyhaos · 7 months

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❍ the 2k event: dokyeom + wings

alternative title: golden eyes, golden soul

pairing: dk x gn!reader

genre: apocalypse-ish, angels, strangers to lovers

word count: 1807

warnings: biblical references, fire

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The world is ending, and all you think about is how God has failed you.

Everything had been going so wonderfully. The sun was bright in the sky, and the happiness and contentment had been practically glowing in the air. It had been a first, really, for you to see such positive emotions so prominent in the streets. Humans were rarely happy creatures, after all.

But that morning had been so happy, and you had revelled in it, heart swelling with love for humanity.

Of course that happiness wasn't meant to last.

It's raining fire now: not literally, but the Heavens are tearing apart above you as your brethren desperately defend themselves against the forces of black evil, and the Sun has been bleeding, bleeding and melting away and the rain has turned to the colour of flames as it gets caught in the dying sunlight.

And the Earth, the Earth is shaking, shuddering and trembling as it is caught in the crossfire, as Heaven and Hell crash into each other again and again, and you want to cry.

Ever since you were younger, coming to Earth and learning about humans had been your dream, your greatest desire. Your brothers and sisters mocked you for having such a small dream, for having an ambition to look after the mortals when it was considered the highest honour to look after the Father instead.

But you had wanted it, and when it had finally, finally been granted to you, you were here to witness their doom.

It hurts, not only because they were all dying so young, but because God had promised. He’d promised the humans would be safe, that you could help them be happy.

And now you were watching them die.

“Here, be careful!”

You turn around at the voice, and there's a human grabbing your hand and running with you across the street, the sound of a building crashing and crumbling behind you. There are cries of terror, and the human finally lets go of your hand once you’re out of danger, and you realise he’s clinging onto several other humans too.

“Are you okay? No aches, no pains?” he asks, bending over and brushing concrete dust from the face of one of the little children he’d dragged away from the falling building. Once the child nods, he turns to the other humans in turn, before looking over at you.

His eyes meet yours, and your heart leaps into your throat.

This human is so beautiful.

His soul is glowing, glowing with a pure white light that you hadn’t even witnessed in Heaven before. He smiles, and he looks exhausted, rubbing at a stain on his cheek, his hair glittering with raindrops and the melting sun glowing around him and you almost choke on your heart, still stuck in your throat.

This human is beautiful, and he’s going to die.

“Sorry for just grabbing you like that,” he says, smiling. You blink, blinded for a second. “But you looked like you were zoning out, and if I hadn’t been able to get to you fast enough, the building would have fallen on you.”

“No, it’s—it’s okay,” you say. The ground shakes under you, and the Earth cries in pain as fire continues to rain down on you. “That was really good of you.”

The human just shrugged. “It’s just being a decent person. If I can do something to help others, then I will.” He gives you a small salute, smiling again. “Well, I gotta be off. My team are probably looking for me.”

You watch him run off, wondering what he means, before you notice the writing on the back of his shirt. You frown, tapping into golden threads of thought before finally dragging out the man’s name.

Lee Seokmin, 29. Paramedic.

“Oh, no,” you whisper to yourself, as you follow the golden thread to see how his life pans out. “No, no, he can’t.”

Seokmin’s smile is visible even amongst the rubble, amongst the fire rain and the exploding cars. You can see him stroke a child’s hair, help an elderly man emerge from a building, letting him use his shoulder for support, as he ushers hoards of terrified teenagers into a shelter. You can see the way his eyes widen as his colleagues inform him of an incident further down the street, the way his face sets and he nods, squaring his shoulders, following them to another disaster site.

To his disaster site.

You find yourself gliding after him almost without any prior thought, instinctively slowing the fall of concrete and bricks over humans, pulling mothers and children out of the way just before cars burst into flames, helping the people that, in Seokmin’s haste, he could not.

You’re not meant to interfere. You’re forbidden, in fact. It’s why, at the beginning of the end of the world, you had stayed where you were, fingers aching to tug against the strands of these humans’ lives and pull them to safety, but staying put all the same. If a human was to die, then they would die. It was what the Father had taught you, after all.

But screw the Father. He’d already betrayed you: perhaps it was time for you to betray Him in return.

You follow Seokmin with one goal in mind, set on not letting his horrible fate pan out. He can’t die. He can’t. You wish you could save all these people, you really do, but even with all your brethren aiding you, it would be fruitless. The demons would have taken hold of Heaven and come down to destroy Earth before your efforts could have had any meaning.

If you can save just one person, just Seokmin, though…

Seokmin is different. Seokmin has a soul clearer than Heaven’s skies, a smile brighter than the Sun, and a goodness that could help, well, everything.

You simply couldn’t sit back and watch as a human like that lost their life.

“Y/N!” one of your sisters, also residing on Earth, appears next to you, glowing faintly, eyes wide with worry. “You can’t do this. You shouldn’t. Our Father will be most displeased.”

“I don’t care what our Father thinks,” you say, not even looking over at her. "This human can help, I promise."

"He can't," she insists, her halo flickering anxiously. Above you, somewhere in Heaven, someone cries. "The humans are weak, Y/N! If their fate is to die, then leave them be."

"You haven't seen him!" you say, finally whirling around you look at your sister. A window smashes, and you dissipate the glass shards into glitter. "He's—He's beautiful."

She regards you for a long moment, and you both stand there on the street, invisible to the humans. Your sister is higher rank than you, and she could forbid you in the blink of an eye. With a direct order like that, there would be no way you could refuse.

Eventually, she sighs, and you tense, preparing for the worst.

"Go," she says instead. "Go. I'll help the humans here."

Your eyes widen. "You'll intervene?"

She laughs, wryly. "Earth is dying," she says. "But I don't think it's fated to die completely. Our Father wouldn't destine that for his beloved creations." She makes a shooing motion with her hands. "Go on, what are you waiting for?"

You smile, relieved, and close your eyes.

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When you open your eyes again, you're standing on a stairwell with Seokmin. Fumes billow down from above, and the building rumbles as the walls collapse in on themselves down below. You're trapped.

"Seokmin!"

The human spins around at your voice, and his eyes widen.

"You shouldn't be here!" he says, alarmed. "You're going to die! I can't save you, I'm so sorry, but there's no way out of here, and—"

"I'm here to save you," you say, before he can work himself up into a panic. It should touch your heart, how his first instinct was to try and help you, but the scenes at the end of his golden thread are echoing in your head, and all you can think about is him. "Seokmin, you need to come with me."

Seokmin blinks. He seems to finally register that you called him by his name. "Wait, how do you know m— How did you get in h— What?"

A door bursts open from somewhere upstairs, and the heat sears your skin as sparks fly out, down the stairs. The building shudders again.

You look around, desperately, before spotting a window. With a wave of your hand, you dissipate the glass, leaning over to look down.

"We're too far up," Seokmin says helplessly. "I'm so sorry, there's nothing I can do."

You turn to look at him again. His face has become smeared with yet more concrete dust and soot, but he stands tall with righteousness, despite the fatigue evident in the lines of his shoulders. His eyes shine, bright and sad all at once, flickering weakly as he attempts a smile, but the warmth of his soul never fades.

Seokmin is definitely the most beautiful human you've ever met.

"You don't need to do anything," you reassure him. "Just trust me."

You hold your hand out to him, and he blinks, confused.

"What?"

You smile, even as Heaven is torn apart, as the Sun crashes and burns, as Hell empties itself of its demons. You reach out your hand again. "Do you trust me?"

Seokmin has no reason to trust you, you know. But he is good, almost divinely so, and you think you might know him.

Might recognise his brightness as being startlingly similar to your own.

After a long moment, Seokmin looks down at your hand, and then back up at your face. His expression lightens, warm with trust as he takes your hand.

"I trust you."

You smile in relief, feeling his hand warm in yours, watching in your mind's eye as Seokmin's golden thread suddenly begins unrolling, more life being woven into the distance, on and on and you try to prevent yourself from practically glowing with happiness.

Seokmin will live.

You lead him up onto the window ledge, the wind billowing around you. Fire sparks get into your eyes, but you blink them away, letting your eyes glow gold as you look down, and then up at the sky. You can see the angels wielding the forces of light against the enemies, and your heart swells with familiarity.

Seokmin is still holding your hand, and his eyes widen as they meet yours. “Your—your eyes are…”

You just smile wider, wrapping an arm around him, securely holding him against you as you lean forwards and take him with you, tumbling down, down, down towards the ground.

And then you spread your wings and soar up, up, up into the sky.

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jinuaei · 19 days

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Cleaning up

Yandere! Husband! Alastor x Fallen Angel! Accidental Spouse! Reader

Part 1 --- Additional art

Maybe it was a bad idea to be married to this man. You thought as you saw other demons run away and cower from him, you would have also ran with them if only the person that everyone is so terrified of wasn't holding your arm hostage.

It would have been embarrassing getting dragged around by this tall deer if it wasn't the fact that you're also pissing yourself sacred. But the good thing is he actually believes that you are his ‘spouse’, so you don't think you'll be hurt…much. Besides, he’s such a gentleman that he gave you his coat to cover up your wings so that it wouldn't be exposed to any more harm.

After a while of trying not to trip, actually stumbling, and Alastor dragging you up again and again, you manage to notice the change of scenery, from tall depressing buildings to smaller, more quaint establishments. The demons that also frequent the streets changed from shark demons, to red imps, and finally to black eyed demons with sharp teeth.

Well, at least they look friendly.

“This place here is the cannibal town! We’ll be visiting a good friend of mine, I’m sure she’ll be able to clean you up in no time!” your ‘husband’ exclaimed.

I reclaim that statement.

The town is charming, and rather calming in contrast to that chaotic, overstimulating city you crashed landed in. Despite being in hell, there were flowers growing here, clearly being taken care of wonderfully by the citizens of this town. Vintage cars roam around the road and you see children playing in the parks you've passed through. It’s almost identical to what you see in heaven, but more demonic and nobody uses cars because well, everybody has wings. When you are reminded about the wings, yours twitches in response, rubbing against the deer’s coat. Because of that, feathers, still stained with blood, fall off. Alastor’s shadow tendril grabs it midair and pockets it into his trousers.

Finally, the radio demon abruptly stops, giving you enough time to stabilize yourself properly. With a wave of his hand he shows off to you a building named ‘Franklin and Rosie Emporium’, and you notice on the side there is a huge line of people waiting to enter. Whatever they sell here must be quite popular. Now that you think about it, it might be related to the ‘cannibalism’ part of the town.

Alastor must be important here because people moved away from him as he waltzed through the entrance and into the door. As soon as you both step in, an exclamation of his name catches both of you and your ‘husbands’ attention.

“Oh Alastor! It's always a delight when you come to visit the Emporium, how have you been? And oh! Who is this adorable birdie? Though they look absolutely filthy,” the demon steps into the view, a sweet looking lady with a polite smile who gingerly holds your hands.

“Rosie, meet mon cher, sent by the heavens to become my beloved spouse,” the radio demon lifts up your chin with his fingers, moving your head side to side as if to show you off to Rosie, “Also, would you be a dear and help them clean up? I expect my spouse to be absolutely pristine considering they're married to the greatest radio host of all time!”

“Well, I’ll be delighted to play dress-up with the sweet thing, maybe you can run to the tailors real quick and find them new clothes too.”

Agreeing to that, Alastor waves you goodbye and leaves, Rosie then ushers you to follow her while shouting at Franklin to man the store while she's out. You both emerge to a room above the shop, Rosie leading you to a spare bedroom with an en suite bathroom. It's quite homey, with mostly red as its main colour, other than that, nothing stands out to you.

“You can stay here for the time being as you wait for your husband, bathrooms over there, and there should be bandages and such under the sink. I will be down below to help Franklin with the customers, just find me if you need help!” Rosie closes the door to the room and leaves you to your lonesome. It's time to clean up, you think.

Stepping into the normal looking bathroom, a bathtub greeted you, thankfully it's big enough to fit you and your broken wings. You absentmindedly fill up the tub as you think back to before you fell, trying to determine what happened to cause you to fall from heaven's graces. Nothing comes to mind and eventually the tub fills up.

Shrugging off your ripped clothes and Alastor's coat, you sink into the water, seeping into the open wounds on your body. As much as you want to climb out the tub, it's important to rid yourself first from the golden blood and debris that cover you. You look over your whole body under the tainted water, you are covered in cuts and bruises but other than that, there's no concerning wounds to be found. Well, other than the numbing pain of your wings. Now that you think about it, your halo has been missing the whole trip. You can sense that it's there, but you cannot feel it above you, nor do you see it illuminate the room.

Maybe it's just hidden?

As you think that, the halo starts to manifest just above you, the glow weaker and flickering just slightly as if it's a broken bulb. You frown at the sheer difference from when you were in heaven, when it was incredibly bright, the other angels would tease you for being a walking lighthouse sometimes. When you lift up your hand to touch the halo, you notice a mark on your ring finger. Looking closer, it seems like a tattoo, of two snakes twisting into something akin to chains. How odd.

A knock pulls you out from your thoughts and a voice from the other room calls out to you.

“I’ll be leaving out your clothes on the bed my dear, Rosie will come by in a moment to help you with your hair!”

You quickly finish the bath and stumble in front of the mirror. Eyes darting to your mirrored self, you gaze upon the broken wings and dim halo, you are ashamed to see what you are now. Though you have done nothing to cause the fall, you still feel the undeserved guilt of being wrong. Ingrained to you during your time alive and dead, but you yourself know you've been good, so why berate yourself over other people's definition of good and evil?

Still, you try to will away the angelic limbs attached to you, and are successful in hiding it, leaving only red patches of burned skin on your back. Thankfully, you were able to soothe the irritated skin and patch up the area fairly well.

You close the door behind you and check out the clothes Alastor got for you, it's similar to his in design but also suited to you. How he was able to get your size right you're not sure. Regardless, it fits you perfectly, and there's even an opening at the back for your wings, though you've already willed it away, still you appreciate the sentiment.

“Are you done honey?” a knock reverberates in the room and you answer with a ‘come in!’. Rosie does and is pleasantly surprised at the lack of wings on your back. You remember the coat left in the bathroom and grab it, shrugging it on to cover the exposed skin and bandages.

The cannibal guides you to the vanity, starting to brush your hair.

“So you're Al’s little angel hm? How’d he manage to catch such a cutie pie?” The woman's Boston accent grabs your attention from the various tools in front of you.

“Well… As he said earlier I’ve been assigned to him as his spouse haha…” you laugh awkwardly,”but enough about me! How about Alastor…What is he like?”

“Oh! He’s such a sweetheart! Well he is an Overlord, he eats other demons, and kills for fun, but don't you worry about that! You're his darling, he wouldn't do anything to harm you. You're in good claws sweetie.”

“Sorry, what???”

“Hm?”

Rosie just smiles at you before finishing up your look. And might you say, looking at the mirror you look absolutely breathtaking. Coming out of the room, you find Alastor in the kitchen cooking. The smell wafting around the house is magnificent, you are reminded how hungry you are after falling from heaven.

“There you are my dear, I made some Jambalaya for you! My momma always said once I got my own cherie I should always provide for them for the rest of our days. So, expect more of this dear,” the man hums an upbeat tune as he gives you a plate of the food.

Adorably, he wears a yellow apron that says ‘Deer-est cook’ at the front, you also notice that he had his hair up with a ribbon in a low ponytail.

You were excited to consume the meal right in front of you but then you remember where in hell you are now.

“...Did you put demon meat in the Jambalaya…?”,eyes glancing up at him, the question lingers in the air as he catches your eyes and stares back, still smiling. A few unnerving seconds pass before he answers with a ‘of course not!’

You breathe out in relief and trust your so-called ‘husband’.

Or maybe I shouldn't trust what he says, but he's still staring, what if he gets angry that I won't eat it?? Oh heavens, please forgive me.

With closed eyes, you finally bite down on the food. Praying to all things holy, hoping that you did not do anything blasphemous by accidentally eating demon meat, you find yourself pleasantly surprised at how delicious it was. You almost forget proper etiquette when you start ravenously gulping down the rest of the food.

The demon before you chuckles in delight at the sight of you enjoying your food. As much as he would like to feed you his exotic diet, he would rather not force you to do anything you don't want to. And oh…the pleased shiver that ran down his spine at the trust you've shown him by not questioning him any further regarding the meal was truly delicious.

Dear angel… MY dear angel. How perfect you are… I'll never let you go. After all, you were made for me weren't you?

“I forgot to tell you how absolutely darling you are in that outfit! I must say I have quite the taste! Haha!” he laughs at his joke,“might I ask where your wings are? I could’ve sworn it was there when I left! Unless you cut it off? You should’ve asked me though, I’m sure your wings would be a delicacy…”

“I was able to hide it, I don’t want to be a walking target you know? An angel down in hell seems like a bad thing to be.”

“Oh don’t worry about being a target! I’ll kill whoever tries to even look at you wrongly,” crooning at you, he brushes away invisible dust on his coat, “also you may keep my coat dear, it’ll be a good way to show people that you belong to me now, that is until I can find a ring worthy enough to be worn by you!”

“I-uh thank you…”

Crap. If I don't escape soon I'll be officially married to him. Then again…if he keeps cooking me good food I guess it won't be too bad…

With that in mind, you hope your future will be brighter than your descent to hell.

A/N GODDD THAT TOOK SO LONG. Honestly, the more people kept asking for part 2 the less inclined I was to actually make one but here I am.

That being said, I will be making more fics at my own pace. Finals is coming up so please do not expect new parts for this fic. Truth is ITS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE MULTIPLE PARTS! It was merely an idea I had while I was in an art block. Nonetheless I hope you enjoyed it :DD

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eleajay · 2 months

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Charlie’s wings

Saw somewhere on Hazbin wiki that Charlie has wings as well? I dunno, but hey! An excuse to let me draw her some wacky designs! Sure why not lol

(Btw the Chinese in p1 says “referenced swan wings” on the left and “referenced hummingbird wings” on the right.)(And p4 is the back of the wings.)

So my headcanon is that Lilith has 1 pair of wings, with the outer being pure golden and inner black with golden stripes, the pattern similar to Adam’s, since I think Lilith was supposed to have wings basically identical to Adam’s had she not been cast out of heaven, so her demonic version of the wings just coloured the inner side black.

Charlie, on the other hand, had never actually summoned her own wings before. She loved her parents’ wings back when she was little, but couldn’t quite summon her own due to her young age. As she grew up and grew rebellious, she became more or less a bit distant from her parents, and since wings aren’t exactly required in her everyday life, she kinda just forgot about it altogether. After the battle with Adam tho, she was reminded of how having wings could have saved her from falling and having to wait for dad to catch her, so she just decides to ask Lucifer to teach her how to summon the wings.

Lucifer had thought her wings would either be 1 pair like Lilith, or be 3 pairs like him. He even thought it might be 2 pairs, but never did he imagine it was going to be 1 on the right and 3 on the left. The imbalance made it extra hard for Charlie to learn how to fly, but she did eventually (don’t ask me how I’m not an expert in aerodynamics and if it doesn’t make sense I’m just gonna call it hellborn magic like how Pegasi in MLP are able to fly) So, she’s not very good at flying and she won’t resort to it if not absolutely necessary, but she sometimes pulls them out just standing on the ground to scare off bad people, ldk.

Also my headcanon is that there’s actually a spell to summon your wings and hide them back, it’s not very long or complicated, but it’s not in any demon language, or any human language for that matter, it’s in angelic language. Charlie couldn’t learn it when she was young, because dad and mom never speaks angelic tongue and all the demons she grew up around don’t know it either. Lucifer and Lilith were from heaven, and they have been using the spell for like, ten thousand years, they’re so fluent with it they can use it silently. (think silent spells in Harry Potter I guess?) While Charlie can’t really do that with certainty yet, when she tries to use it silently it sometimes doesn’t work.

#Hazbin Hotel #Hazbin Charlie #Charlie Morningstar #Hazbin Lilith #Lilith Morningstar #Hazbin Lucifer #Lucifer Morningstar #my art

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feralbutfluffy · 7 months

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49: Aziraphale

Chapter 49 of Too Wise to Woo Peaceably

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Aziraphale watched Muriel leave with a growing feeling of anticipation and dread.

He was going to kill him.

The room was quiet as they both listened to Muriel’s footsteps disappear down the corridor. They heard the front door close, and then there was total silence.

Actually, Aziraphale thought, probably better to first let the silence stretch until Crowley was writhing in discomfort, and then kill him.

He stared straight ahead and tapped his fingers against his thighs.

The silence drew out…

There was a rustle of fabric from Crowley’s corner as he adjusted his position.

… And out....

A soft thump on the back of the sofa as Crowley let his fist fall against it.

… And out…

More uncomfortable shifting. Aziraphale raised his eyebrows slightly and bit back a small smile. He knew Crowley well enough to identify the obvious signs of the former demon’s increasing agitation.

It had barely been two full minutes when Crowley cracked. “Did you have something to say?”

“Absolutely nothing,” said Aziraphale primly.

“Well you’re being weird. And you’re making me uneasy.”

Aziraphale raised his eyebrows slightly higher.

“Ah. Right. Making me uneasy is the point. Got it.” A pause. “Bit unkind of you, really. Didn’t you hear Muriel? I’m injured! ” The last word was said in an exaggeratedly pained voice.

“What you are,” muttered Aziraphale, “is insufferable.”

“Oh relax!” Crowley scoffed. “All I did was tell the truth. Although I understand your discomfort; I know historically that’s been quite difficult for you-”

Aziraphale refused to rise to the bait. “You and I both know you only said it to make trouble!”

“Troublemaker, that’s me alright,” he said, and Aziraphale couldn’t identify the tone in his voice. Then- “ ‘Silly .’ Really?”

Now he sounded irritable.

“I was downplaying it for Muriel’s sake.”

“Thought we were making progress.”

“We were. We are!” He exhaled. “You’re overreacting.”

There was a loud rustle, and Aziraphale glanced over to see Crowley’s wings were out, fluttering and fluffing and finally settling, falling over the armrest to drag on the floor. The iridescent accents of his sleek black feathers were in stark, beautiful contrast to the plush softness of the suede. Crowley was craning his neck, trying to examine them as best he could without standing or using a mirror.

“Hope you don’t mind,” he said roughly. “Just wanted to take a quick look.”

Killing him would have to wait.

Aziraphale got up and approached Crowley. “I could look at them for you?” he said delicately. “The contortion required for you to see them is probably quite beyond what you’re capable of at the moment…” He reached out-

Crowley flinched.

The movement was minute, but Aziraphale caught it. And Crowley caught him catching it.

“Sorry,” Crowley said quickly. “Didn’t mean to. Reflex. Sorry.” He swallowed hard. A tinge of colour appeared high on his cheeks.

Of course.

Last time Crowley had seen Aziraphale near his wings, some sadistic angel had been wearing his physical form and causing him a great deal of pain. Of course he was skittish. Aziraphale looked down at his friend’s uncomfortable, unhappy expression and his heart twisted in his chest.

“It’s me, Crowley,” he said. He reached out to place a hand on his shoulder, then thought better of it and let it fall to his side. “I won’t hurt you. I would never…”

Crowley slid him a wry look, making Aziraphale reconsider what he had been going to say. He modified the sentence, adding a single word to make it honest.

“I would never hurt you intentionally.”

“Yes. Sure, I know that. ' Course. Thing is…” Crowley unclenched the fist on the back of the sofa and flexed his hand, looking frustrated. “I know that, I do, just...” He gestured towards his chest looking faintly chagrined. “Bloody heart rate doesn’t seem to be getting the message.”

His breathing was looking rather shallow.

Aziraphale wavered for a moment, then rounded the sofa and stood right behind Crowley.

“Is it better or worse if you can’t see me?” He asked, not knowing which answer he'd rather hear. Would it be worse if Crowley had lost so much trust that he needed to see what he was doing at all times? Or worse for him to not want to see him at all?

There was a moment of hesitation before Crowley murmured, “Better.”

Aziraphale ignored the sting he felt at the word. He consoled himself with knowing that there had probably been no good answer. He miracled a glossy black stool out of the ether and sat, examining Crowley’s wings for the first time since Saraqael had healed the bones and stemmed the flow from the blood feathers.

The outline of Crowley’s wings now looked like an unfinished puzzle. There were great, gaping, jagged spaces where feathers should have been, and Aziraphale hated to think how long they would take to grow back. There were also half-plucked feathers still caught up in the ragged, tattered mess that would probably need to be pulled.

From where he was sitting, Aziraphale was looking straight at the nape of Crowley’s neck, and he had the sudden urge to run his fingers from the hairline down to where the skin disappeared under black fabric.

He didn’t, of course.

Instead, he reached out with both hands and started to gently groom Crowley’s right wing, fingers meticulously checking and rearranging each feather before sliding down to the next. He worked in silence for some time, glad to see the tension in Crowley’s shoulders disappear by degrees.

“Is this alright?” Aziraphale tried to make his voice as soft and warm as possible, hoping not to remind Crowley of whatever the angels had said or done while using his form. He highly doubted they had been affectionate or spoken to him with fondness, and so he endeavoured to do just that. He would remind Crowley that he was not them, that they were not him. He would help with this, at least.

Crowley hummed in affirmation.

Aziraphale continued gently combing through Crowley’s feathers. Every time he reached a dangling feather he braced a hand flat against the wing to protect Crowley before - slowly, slowly, painstakingly slowly - tugging it loose and placing it in his lap.

A shiver went through Crowley every time.

“Thanks for…” The back of Crowley’s head bobbed as he trailed off. “Wings’re probably an eyesore.”

“Don’t be silly,” Aziraphale kept his voice soft. He ran a reassuring hand over the downy covert feathers near his shoulder. “Still beautiful, just temporarily… incomplete.”

A noise that could have been an attempt at a laugh, then, “Flatterer.”

Aziraphale carefully manipulated the wing up and out to reach the longer feathers.

“Do they hurt, your wings? Saraqael said that they-”

“Nah. ‘S fine. They sting a bit in places, but I’ve had worse.” He turned so Aziraphale could see the right side of his face and pointed at himself. “Have worse, I suppose.” The corner of his lips curled up and he said, “Now that’s an eyesore!”

Without thinking, Aziraphale leaned forward and placed the fingers of his right hand on Crowley’s temple, pushing him to face forward again. “Don’t be silly,” he murmured, and instead of removing his hand and continuing his task, he dragged his fingers through the hair on the back of Crowley’s head until he reached the skin on the back of his neck. “Still beautiful.”

Crowley made an incoherent sound.

Aziraphale knew he should remove his hand, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to do so.

His other hand threaded through the feathers of Crowley’s left wing in repetitive soothing strokes, but Aziraphale no longer knew who it was soothing; his own heart seemed to be throwing itself at his chest wall with something approaching actual panic.

Crowley reached up to the back of his neck and wrapped his long fingers round Aziraphale’s hand. He tugged lightly and then he tucked Aziraphale's hand in against his clavicle, and Aziraphale was very close to Crowley actually, and-

“I can’t do your other wing from this angle, Crowley,” he said, trying to sound sensible.

“I don’t care.”

“Let me groom the other!”

“Nah,” said Crowley, and then his wings were gone, instantly folded into another plane, and their absence made Aziraphale lose his balance and topple forward. He grabbed hold of the armrest to steady himself as his other arm moved down across Crowley’s chest, and when he had regained his equilibrium Aziraphale froze; his lips were just behind Crowley’s ear. If he tilted his head he could place a kiss on his friend’s neck. He let a deep breath out.

The breath must have tickled Crowley’s ear because the former demon shuddered and moved closer to Aziraphale’s lips while turning his face away, leaving his neck exposed and inviting. Aziraphale could see Crowley’s rapid pulse just below the angle of his jaw and his mouth watered with the desire to kiss it. He couldn’t help himself. He laid his lips on it like a prayer, and Crowley stuttered an exclamation.

Aziraphale wanted to swallow it down and coax more noises out of Crowley, wanted to consume his every tiny sound.

“Is this alright?” Aziraphale asked.

His voice was low and hoarse, thick with hunger for something he hadn’t yet tasted, and he hadn’t felt so ravenous in a long, long time.

#good omens #ineffable idiots #crowley and aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens fanfic #ineffable divorce #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable #good omens fic #good omens fic request #ineffable husbands fic #ineffable spouses #ineffable partners #ineffable husbands #azcrow #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #azicrow

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brandogenius · 1 month

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Christmas?? Last Christmas I made cookies that looked like the boys! maybe reader and phoebe make cookies of each other and the boys, and they take a a photo and post it like a family photo! Maybe readers cookie is like an angel lol -💛

omg!! i love that so much that sounds like so much fun! i’m actually making gingerbread men tomorrow so i wanna make the boys 😭 if i succeed i’ll show y’all!

this is so cute i wanna cry 😭 i love it!!

(edit: i had two requests actually of baking with phoebe so i mashed them the two fics i wrote together 😭)

‼️RPF‼️

ONE SHOT - phoebe x reader - christmas cookies

Word count: 761

“i think this one is perfect as her” phoebe held up a gingerbread. it was the smallest out of the batch you both made.

“for julien?” you looked up at phoebe. she grinned over at you. eyes twinkling with the bright light above. it was the middle of December at 5pm on a friday evening. the sun has already set. snow was falling outside. the small snowman both of you made was staring directly at you from beside the wall. lopsided smile made from stones. carrot slowly falling off its face as snow accumulated around it. you glanced back at phoebe who was piping black icing into a bag.

“it’d be funny! i think she’d like it”

“i think she’ll threaten to hit you with it” you teased, working on lucy’s hair. “how many did you do so far?”

“four” phoebe gestures to the decorated gingerbread men on the rack by the oven. “i wanna make one of you” she pulled her sleeves up, wiping away some leftover flour from her face. you shook your head, grabbing the small towel and wiping away the icing from phoebes nose. “thank you for helping me with these today, baby”

“i’m glad you trust me enough to measure ingredients” phoebe chuckled. “these turned out perfect. i thought it was going to flop.” she held up the finished julien cookie, excitedly showing you.

“not when i’m here. i’m the baking expert here. you want some more hot chocolate?” you moved past phoebe, taking out some of the instant hot chocolate making kit, your mom gifted you and phoebe early for christmas

phoebe nodded her head. humming softly to the christmas music playing from your phone. the kitchen was a mess. baking utensils littered the counter top. trays of gingerbread men, decorated to represent phoebe julien and lucy sat neatly on a baking tray. the smell of cinnamon, ginger and chocolate wafted through the air.

wrapping paper was spread out all over the kitchen table. gifts stacked one on top of the other with cards splattered around. it was a mess but the familiar nostalgia filled your chest. a warm christmas that’s what it was.

it reminds you of when you were a child. playing with your dolls in the living room by the christmas tree while your parents wrapped the gifts and your grandparents baked cookies. it was a sweet feeling. you were in that spot now. wrapping gifts for friends and family members.

phoebe made sure to make it very clear what wrapping paper belonged to what gift. “that doll set for your baby cousin? it goes with the pink wrapping paper- sit it on top so we don’t forget. your parents get this nice champagne gold coloured wrapping paper- lucy might like that rich blue one. we’re giving julien the kids one because she’s a child-“ “you’re stressing out too much about this, my love”

“honey?” you shook out of your thoughts, smiling over at phoebe who held up one of the cookies. “i made you!”

“did you?” you walked back over to phoebe, leaning your head on her shoulder, wrapping your arms around her waist. she was warm. she relaxed in your hold, giggling to herself. “i look different than the rest”

“i kinda fucked it up a bit”

“i can tell”

phoebe pouted as you chuckled, kissing her cheek. “it reminds me of an angle though. if you squint you can see the wings” phoebe squinted her eyes before a small grin appears on her face.

“it does- pfft” she smiled, turning around so her back was pressed against the counter. “- that’s what i was going for. that was the plan.” “really?” you teased, your hands finding their place on her hips. she leaned in to place a small kiss to your lips. “of course”

“why don’t we start cleaning up? we need to get started on wrapping the gifts” you broke away, grabbing the towel and turned on the sink, washing your hands under the tap.

“i’ll start wrapping. you can write the cards” phoebe wiped her hands with the towel, walking over to the table.

“on it. what are we doing this year? from reader and phoebe? from the two gays?” you questioned, making your way to the table, looking at the card before writing a small merry christmas message.

“from the wives.” phoebe looked up grinning. you looked at the small ring on your hand as you chuckled.

“yeah that sounds good. merry christmas and happy holidays. from the wives”

“it sounds very gay. i like it”

#pom writes #anons #yellow heart anon the slayest #phoebe bridgers x reader #phoebe bridgers au #phoebe bridgers angst #phoebe bridgers blurb #phoebe bridgers headcanons #phoebe bridgers fluff #phoebe bridgers one shot #phoebe bridgers fanfic #boygenius x reader #boygenius fanfic #boygenius au #boygenius one shot #boygenius blurb #boygenius headcanons #boygenius angst #boygenius fluff

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munchkin1156 · 9 months

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I have fallen (but have faith, for I shall rise once more)

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Borrower Techno with rest of sbi as god's? More likely than you think :D

2.2k words for part one, definitely going to make a part two because I'm not about to LEAVE y'all on a cliffhanger like that.

(Cw: Blood, injuries, mention of death (non happens) swearing, angst, accidental fearplay and Techno passes out due to blood loss.)

Hope you enjoy my (technically) first addition to the mcyt g/t community from my user!

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Technoblade wasn’t like other borrowers.

Other borrowers didn’t have voices in their heads, who screamed at him for blood, grew emotionally attached to the most random things, or know things that helped him evade capture multiple times.

Other borrowers didn’t have memories that never existed, searing into his brain at moments when he loses themselves, of friendships with beings of power, of him being a being of power, of falling from the clouds for a crime he did not do.

When his sword is stained red from those who wronged him, then in his head it rings. When the voices, or as he called them, Chat, started chanting. It never made sense, what they chanted.

Blood for the blood god

And it scared him, not knowing what it meant. But he couldn’t dwell on it now, just like he couldn’t dwell on it yesterday. He was a borrower, and that meant he needed to borrow.

Techno stepped outside of the comfort that was the shelter that he had been using for the past week. Being a wandering borrower, he didn’t have a home, exactly. He wandered from place to place, travelling lightly and swiftly, being able to escape at a moment's notice.

He had bases in some places, so he could restock and rest for a bit, but he was exploring a new area and that came with the consequence of not knowing where safety lay, so if a bean were to see him, he might not be able to get out of there fast enough.

But it wouldn’t come to that. Techno was an amazing borrower, and his motto was literally ‘Technoblade never dies’. He started walking through the long grass, humming to himself. He wouldn’t get caught, he was certain of it.

So why did he feel so uneasy?

. . .

“Hey- Hey! Stop it!” He whispered, whipping his sword out as an act of defence. The crow squawked defiantly but didn’t stop trying to pick him up with its beak.

Techno groaned. Crows were always nice to him, and they were one of the few things that gave him those memories other than blood.

Memories of black wings surrounding him, feeling safety and warmth, and when he looked into those eyes-

Other things that did this were music, especially guitars or discs, the colour red, and that one statue. It had been in some rich fucker’s garden, and from what he had overheard the people in it were gods, whatever that was.

Their names, according to the beans he had been eavesdropping on, were Philza, Angel of Death, a golden blonde man with large black crow wings, a fatherly expression on his face as he stared at Soot, the god of music and chaos, a brunette who was laughing and ruffling the hair of Innit, god of discs and the wilderness.

And, standing a little bit away from the others, was a statue with its head gone. According to one of the beans, it was because they had been banished from the kingdom above, for a crime so terrible, and therefore been erased from history.

He also heard them say that it turned out to be an accident, that DreamXD, had framed him. But by that time it was discovered, it was too late, and he had been cast down, though it is said those three gods still search for him, in the hopes that they could bring him back.

They said his name was Blade, the god of war and blood. And that’s how he got his name.

Technoblade.

And, another funny thing is, no matter how hard he sees those gods as Philza, Soot, and Innit, like the man described, some hidden part of his mind changes that to Phil, Wilbur, and Tommy. But that was beside the point.

The point was, that no matter how nice the crows were to him, they kept trying to take him somewhere.

Usually, they’d stop if he complained or shouted, or drew his sword (never intending to kill, just to scare them off) and they’d stop. But this one was even more persistent, and Techno realised now that he’d either have to fight it (something he would like to avoid if possible, he liked crows and they sometimes brought him gifts) or run.

He chose the latter, dashing to the side the moment the crow grabbed him. It squawked in outrage and Techno realised that it couldn’t chase after him on foot, with its legs like sticks. Birds were meant to fly, not walk.

‘Looks like I win this time, eh?’

He thinks, grinning to himself. The crow that he escaped from cawed loudly, and he only had a split second to wonder what that could mean before another crow SWOOPS down out of nowhere and yoinks (he’s not even sure what that word means but it seems about right for this situation) him up in its claws.

He had jinxed it. Techno didn’t believe in superstition, but he was certain that was what had happened.

The pinkette struggled in the crow's grasp, desperate to get free before it took him to… Well, wherever it was taking him. But it was no use. He wondered why it was so determined to bring him wherever it was going. Techno supposed he’d find out, soon enough.

Eventually, after a few minutes of flying, the borrower noticed something very, very strange. The crow was taking him up. And by that, he meant really, really high up. The world below was barely visible, as they went higher and higher, through the clouds.

And once they came out of the clouds, Techno couldn’t believe his eyes.

“The kingdom above… Fucking hell it’s real…”

He muttered to himself in awe. It was made out of pristine white shining material that might’ve been made out of the clouds themselves, with magical glowing lanterns floating in the air.

Techno’s first thought was that it belonged to the ruler of this kingdom, or at least some kind of person in power, I mean it was so fine and well-kept that it had to be, right? Wrong.

On closer inspection, he realised that the people walking down below were… Normal. This was a normal town here, and these were normal civilians.

The crow flew past it though, taking Techno with it. Its wingbeats never slowed, and it showed no sign of tiredness. This was no ordinary crow, he was sure of it.

And this was no ordinary place. Chat had stopped talking altogether, and his mind felt as if it was his own, at last. It was as if someone wanted him to be peaceful, but that was silly since he was literally getting kidnapped by a bird.

What a great day Techno was having, right?

Aaaaand now the crow was flying down, towards three people that looked awfully familiar, but he just couldn’t put his finger on it and then-

Oh fuck that’s Philza, Soot and Innit. He’d recognize them anywhere, after the incident with the statue. Oh, he’s fucked. He’s going to die, oh stars he needs to get out of this mess-

‘But aren’t the gods his family?’

He brushed that thought off with a shudder. Why on earth did he keep thinking stuff like that!? It didn’t make any sense, and you better believe that he was gonna get to the bottom of this.

Not today though. He was about to get caught by some of the most powerful beings in the entire universe, and he’d actually rather not. He valued his life, after all. So he did what any self-respecting borrower would do and fucking stab the bird.

Techno hadn’t particularly wanted to stab the crow. As he might’ve mentioned before, he liked crows. There just hadn’t been another choice.

And it had worked.

The crow dropped him with a screech, alerting the three gods immediately. Their gazes fell on the bleeding crow who flew over to them with a lot of effort and landed on Philza’s outstretched arm. It healed almost instantly.

But the pinkette didn’t know any of this, because he happened to be falling when that situation had played out. And when Techno hit the ground, he felt his body scream out in pain and his head ring in agony.

The world around him felt loud and blurry. His head seemed to be sticky with what he could only assume was blood. He forced himself to stand, he needed to get out of here, needed to be safe-

Chat was back now, just as incoherent and jumbled as his thoughts, and from what he managed to make out, delusional. They kept saying something about… Dadza? Who the hell was- Oh. Wait what!?

So Chat was no help.

Techno winced. He couldn’t think, everything was just so loud and it hurt so damn much and he couldn’t understand and oh fuck did one of the Gods? beans just spot him and oh no they’re all walking towards him now.

The borrower’s eyes widen, and he couldn’t help but shrink back as the three gods towered over him, eyeing him over with such a strange expression of hope and longing that made Techno wonder if he actually was delusional.

The silence was broken when one of the gods, Innit, spoke up, voice breaking slightly and eyes glazed, as if holding back tears.

“Holy shit… Is it him? Like, really him?”

Philza responded, managing to sound calm and yet so desperate that it made Techno’s cold heart shatter, though he was not sure why.

“I don’t know Tommy (wait WHAT-), why don’t we ask him instead of talking over his head?” The angel of death suggested, and now they were all staring at him again, possibly even more intensely than before.

“So,” Philza said curiously. “Who are you, why did you stab my crow and why did it try to bring you here?”

There was no malice in his voice, it was just confusion and subtle amusement, but that just made Techno’s nerves worse. The only reason he could think of that would involve the god being amused about his half-dead state was-

Oh fuck, were they going to torture him?

“I’m Technoblade,” He said, after a few moments of hesitation. The pinkette ignored the sharp gasp of air from above, acting like he didn’t hear it, because he did not want to think of why the god might be shocked, and instead continued.

“I stabbed your crow because I was about to get seen (and look how that ended up) and I have no clue why it brought me here.” Techno knew it was not a smart idea to lie to a god, and he was anything but stupid. His injuries throbbed painfully, but the gods either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

Techno wasn’t about to guess which one…

After a very long while (in which Techno was trying his absolute hardest not to die on the spot) Soot spoke up. “So that’s a- a yes, then? It’s him?” He asked, voice cracking slightly. “Yes, Wilbur, (WHAT THE FUCK) It’s really him.”

The borrower didn’t have time to question what in the world he meant by that, because at that moment Philza reached down, and Techno realised what was about to happen a second too late.

He scrambled backwards as the hand came towards him, absolutely terrified out of his wits, but the god paid no mind to that, plucking him off the ground by his waist easily.

Techno struggled in his grasp but fell limp almost immediately. There was no way he was escaping from Philza, even though he wanted to, and besides, it just made his injuries worse. The tight grip the god had him in didn’t help either.

“What do you want from me!?”

He shouted, glaring at the gods, though it quickly fell as he remembered how easily they could crush him. Soot made a small noise (pity?) but he ignored it. “You- you really don’t remember us?” Asked Innit, with a look of despair on his face.

‘Remember you? I’ve never seen you before in my life!’

Not in this one you haven’t.

Responded one of the voices, before it faded back into the clutter of noise. “Chat?” Philza asked, and Techno almost responded with ‘Yeah, it’s making no sense…’ when he remembered that he never told them about Chat.

Something clicked behind Soot’s eyes, and he spoke up. “So you really don’t know who we are… Right?” Techno nodded. Where exactly was (Wilbur) Soot going with this? “So that means…” “Means what? I’m not about to sit around all day waiting while you give me half-formed answers,” the borrower responded, with more challenge in his tone than was wise.

It’s not like you could stop them from doing that…

Said another one of those loud voices unhelpfully. ‘Thanks a lot…’ He thought to himself irritatedly and stared at Soot expectantly, which was harder than it seemed because his eyes kept unfocusing, and the corners of his vision were blurry and stained red. ‘Blood?’

“Listen, Technoblade, I don’t know what species you think you are, but…” He hesitated again, before continuing.

“You're a god, and our brother, at that.” Soot paused, and then started saying something more. “I’m so glad we finally found you, we’ve-”

But Techno didn’t get to hear what they’d done, the blood loss had finally caught up to him, and he passed out, darkness now surrounding him as he finally drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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Aaaaaand that's it, folks! Great ending we got there, right? Hope you liked it :] Big thanks to Beckyu for helping me choose how to end it, and start next chapter.

That reminds me...

@i-am-beckyu and @brick-a-doodle-do, thank you for wanting to be tagged! If you want to be tagged, comment, ask or dm me and I'll add you! :D

Bye for now!!!

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your-old-sins-tournament · 2 months

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12 YEAR OLD OCS; SIDE A

Cupid [@onitekka] (she/her)

Cupid is like every normal middle school student, a pink-haired half-vampire totally not crushing on her girl best friend, seemingly born from every weird twelve year olds innate wish: make a video game.

Cupid journeys through the depths of hell to rescue her "girl best friend" (very subtle) from the evil Dark Overlord Xanata, who sealed her best friend into a crystal because she Also wants to be Cupid's "girl best friend".

she boasts a variety of super cool barely vampire related attacks that involve just straight up yelling at enemies! this girl has a sonic screech that can shatter glass, bulletproof bat wings, and a literal gun! you can practically hear angel with a shotgun (nightcore) blasting in the background.

why is the embodiment of love a vampire? because vampires are now ostensibly fallen angels. why is she fighting hell if she's a fallen angel? because it's cool.

Description: A beginner's illustration of Cupid. she has messily coloured short pink hair with two longer strands in the front, red eyes, a fuschia top, and a green skirt. she is also wearing black boots, and part of her bat wings are coloured black as well. there is blood dripping from her mouth.

Ash [@changeling-ash] (she/her)

She is so cool. My little self insert. My baby. Epic powerful magic.

Ash was part of a secret subspecies of humans (Homo sapiens dimutus) which could shapeshift, which she used to grow huge black wings or turn into a black leopard or look like a monster to scare enemies, anything as long as her brain stayed the same size or got denser to fit smaller. When she shapeshifted she would release green and blue fire from the power of the transformation (cause she has lots of copper in her blood that burns green. To protect against cancer, you see. Shapeshifting has lots of cancer risk so copper is sooo important)

She became one by genetic engineering at 15 so the dimutus could get more soldiers and spies for a war with the demon-like psyuedos (child soldier lol). She could come back to life because she had a failsafe that would activate where she would shapeshift away the wound and her brain would jolt back online. The only way to kill a dimutus was to kill the brain.

Like other dimutus, she could also dimension hop, so she'd travel the multiverse, from tv show to tv show or to the universe with dragons or with cool landscapes. She was good with a sword and something called a bladed quarterstaff, which is basically one of those two sided lightsabers but a blade. She was mentored by one of the most powerful dimutus of the war and is super powerful too compared to other dimutus.

Propaganda from the old post

Okay time for my propaganda once more!

Ash is my girl, my baby.

She has TWO dragons. The first one is Flicker, who is strong and agile with black scales and a violet belly. Ash rides on her back and she speaks dragon at her. Her other dragon is Zephyr, who she raised from an egg and he looks like a blue sky with white patches like clouds, and random little flecks of gold scales. He's lithe and fast and so agile. She can summon them from their alternate universes by calling out "Tul Lüg" for Flicker and "Zep-iagh" for Zephyr, and they leap from portals to fight.

She can speak so many languages. The language of Dimutus is actually Modernized Latin. She knows English, Spanish, French, Latin, Italian, ASL, and has the best translators.

She made friends with a shadowy wolf companion called a Shadowlupe who accepted her as part of the pack. She runs with him in hunts as a wolf.

She can do a double backflip. Enough said.

She would fly with huge black wings, it was her favorite thing to do. Knew how to do all the tricks. She is dimension hopping miles in the air just to fall for ages, then fly at breakneck speeds. And she was terrifying in battle, she would dodge and weave and slash as she passed, an airborne killing machine.

She could give herself big springy legs to jump so high and do crazy tricks. She adapted herself to move fast, bounce and parkour her way at insane speeds. She could traverse so well.

She also did normal parkour. It was a fun challenge to try with minimal modifications. Pretended a lot of parkour POV vids were her.

She had two cats trained to infiltrate bases cause they are kitties and can fit through the vents and no one suspects the kitties. Baya was a Bengal and Shadow was a beautiful medium hair black cat.

She could also dimension hop in a way that was like astral projecting. She'd just be floatin, near invisible. She'd keep her wings in that state to pull them from the dimension fast to use them quickly. Her friends would chill there and comment to her while she was doing boring things.

She had a ragtag best friend and copilot partner Katie that was the mostest important person to her. Her brother in arms, her guy in the chair, her support, and Ash was the same to Katie. They were ride or die, and they died a lot for each other. (I basically made a QPP a decade before I myself ended up in one. Probably an early sign I was aro.)

She lost her arm sometimes, and she'd have a badass prosthetic if she couldn't shapeshift it back right away.

So much trauma from being a child soldier will come later. Her future character with me a decade later is somethin.

#cupid #ocs #polls #bracket tournament #old sins #side a #ocs you made when you were 12 tournament #ash

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