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Clown Horn (Ending 6) (Looey x Reader)

excluding the easter line of course because i made the executive decision to make eggson the first ending of that---- we got out first non main character toon! though i guess some people could say dandy was our first since hes classified as a lethal... BUT! you guys know what i mean! anyhoo! ...or maybe this wont be the first- im writing this opener before the poll results are in and rnd is HOT on looeys tail... so maybe rnd will be the first and this will look a little silly notes: gn toon reader, pre game, possible ooc, first time writing looey in a fic setting... though tbf i can say that about all of the toons save for like rodger astro and glisten and a few others, shush/lh, looey is an awkward crush person, YOU GUYS GET A CONFESSION ITS FINALLY HAPPENING YOU GUYS ARE FINALLY GETTING SOMETHING, bro is so awkward someone needs to give him advice to be cool or something/lh, this ones kind of dookie though its not my best work tbh, ALSO BLOT MENTIONED BLOT MENTION!! no speaking role for them since... well... theyre not here yet in game... but you better know theyre supporting from the background! word count: 2.7k cws: none

Everyone’s eyes glue onto you as you reach your hand into the opening of the sack and pull out…

Whatever your fingers meet first is… hard and cold. You don’t even know how to begin describing the shape- something like a neck blooming out into a wider..

It’s a horn. 

Your hand slides back to the opposite end of the bell end of it. A thick, almost uncomfortable rubber end caught against your skin. Even without seeing it it felt dense. Without giving it much through, your grip closed around the thing for a split second- and a cut off muffled honk attempted to squeak through the sack and the various other items drowning it. 

That was enough to grab your curiosity enough to tug the item out into the air and… It was indeed a horn- the kind you’ve seen…

Your eyes snap to the owner of the clown horn. Looey nearly jumped under the way your eyes landed on him… but he didn’t let his surprise show for longer than half a second before he cracked his usual (albeit somewhat nervous) smile. 

“Oh- Neat, you drew my-” He started but Yatta immediately started gushing. Her papery hands grabbed him by one of his shoulders and rocked him slightly… and for the first time since you’ve first met the toon she actually said something quietly in his ear. The long balloons on top of his head twitched slightly and the wag in his tail seemed to freeze. 

The interaction only lasted for a few seconds- but whatever was said clearly had an effect on Looey as his eyes refused to fully settle on you. The eyes of the toons around you didn’t get much time to properly burn into the three of you before Dandy snatched everyone’s attention back. 

He seemed… almost confident. More like cocky. For what reason you didn’t know. It almost reminded you of the way a character would immediately relax when they heard someone they fancied did not have feelings for some other party. 

You shove the idea to the side. 

“Well would you look at that, Dewdrop! You’ve at least got someone to entertain you for a few minutes,” 

It almost sounded mean in it’s own way even through his sweet tone. 

Yatta pushed Looey out of the crowd and he tried to hide the slight stumble in his step- whether he was a light toon or Yatta had pushed a little too hard… or both…

He closed the gap between the two of you. 

The balloon forced himself to stand straight up under the gaze of everyone else. The nervous twitch in the side of his smile was not lost on you as Dandy continued on- as if you didn’t already know the rules of the game. 

“We get it, Dandy,” You gently cut him off. Dandy’s words cut off with a click of his teeth, and he stares at you hard. 

“Right! Right of course! Well, I’ll let you two go on and get-” the flower shifted himself to look at an already irritated looking Vee. 

“Come on,” You muttered softly under your breath before the interaction between the two mains could unfold. 

“Yeah- yeah right-” and Looey was right on your tail as you walked side by side down the long hall to the gift shop. 

“Hope the room’s not too cold, I know it’s winter but… jeez…” you muttered softly under your breath as you stepped inside. 

The room was indeed a little chilly. They had really wanted to lean into the winter wonderland theme. The coolness of the lobby may have also been a ploy to get visitors to come down to the much warmer and cozier Christmas themed floors. 

“It’s not so bad,” Looey trailed behind you a few feet. He eyes scan around the gift shop. Some limited Christmas merch littered the shelves. Mugs for hot cocoa, character themed marshmallows, and of course plushies. 

“You think it’s a little odd they’re selling recolors of you for Christmas?” Your eyes landed on an off color Christmas themed Looey plushie. 

“I dunno… but I think I look pretty dapper with the hat,” 

“Really highlights the head,” You teased softly. You barely catch the side eyed look the toon gives you before your eyes scan around the merchandise. 

Antler headbands for Rudie, cookies “from” Ginger, and a really goofy looking Coal plush… they always made Pebble’s plushes look dopey and it seemed they’ve missed the mark with Coal.. though… you don’t hate the overstuffed round thing or it’s bulging eyes. They were cute in their own ways. 

“You think we’re supposed to go into that door over there?” He finally broke the short pause of silence. You whipped around and sure enough the staff only door was open… how did…

You know what you weren’t going to question it, you were both already eating into your time for the round and it wouldn’t do either of you any good to stand around doing nothing.

You could stand around and do nothing in the dark storage room instead- and that’s exactly what you did for the first thirty seconds after you both stepped in. 

The only sound was the soft creaking of Looey’s body as he shifted around on each of his feet. 

A part of you wondered if he had grown so used to the sound that he stopped hearing it. 

He stood only about a foot away from you to your right. 

Your hands run slightly against the wall behind you for a few seconds. The squeak of his body lightly grating on your nerves as you tried to scrape your mind for anything to say. 

“So…” 

Another squeak as Looey turned his head to look at you, his gaze before darting across the room to take everything in. 

“...What did Yatta say to you earlier? Looked like it was something… kinda serious? I mean you like- kinda looked a little stressed-?” 

Looey’s squeaking came to a stop.

Silence… and then-

“Oh! Aha- she was just teasing me,” He played it off. 

“About…? She doesn’t seem like the type to tease someone- at least I don’t think so? I actually… never get to spend all that much time with her-”

“You know…” Looey seized the chance to change the subject. “...if you want, you could join our troupe-” 

He’d already asked you and just about every toon in Gardenview the same question. Your mouth tugged in a tight line and you made a soft clicking noise with your teeth.

“...I don’t know… I mean- Yatta’s got her acrobatics, Blot’s a mime, and you got your jokes and… you do tricks I think, right?” 

“I can juggle!” He piped up eagerly. “...but I don’t have anything to juggle right now-” 

Your eyes darted to the various merch items in the room. “There’s plushes in here-”

“Way to put someone on the spot- but-” Looey’s smile for a moment into an awkward grimace. He rubbed the back of his neck- at least… did he have a neck? You’ve never actually seen under his shirt collar- but the motion was still the same. 

“They’re too… shaped… don’t tell them I said that-” his eye darted to the copious amounts of plushies- mostly Shellys but there were some Sprouts and Vees still stacked in a corner. The Shelly plushes nearly burst out of their box there were so many… but they looked otherwise untouched. 

“Well, point is… circus stuff isn't really… my thing you know- being up on stage is your thing anyway,” You offer him a shrug. 

“Ahahha- yeah, I guess it is my thing isn’t it?” Another string of awkward chuckles.

“Besides, I think three is enough- it’s not like you three are overloaded with having to entertain the visitors right?” 

His laughs die off. 

“Well… We aren’t, but you know what they say- the more the merrier?” Looey returned your shrug. 

“I guess they do say that,” You hum. 

Another break of near silence. 

“You know…” Looey started up again. You bring your eyes back up to meet his and the second you make eye contact he tore his eyes away from yours. “..Yatta’s going to be busy with Blot all week, they’re thinking of doing a duo act some time soon- and…”

“What? Did they leave you behind in the dust?” You teased. A soft sort of high pitched squeak slipped into the air. 

“I wouldn't say that- His head shrunk back slightly into his shoulders. He was looking anywhere but you- eyes wide against the dimness of the unorganized space. His rubber- latex?- hands shifted and rubbed against themselves as his fingers tensed and untensed. 

It was only really now that you noticed that his face was completely flat- as if drawn on. Most of the other toons had depth to their faces… but Looey…

His mouth looked two dimensional as he opened it again to continue his awkward speech. 

“-but I like you, so I was wondering if you wanted to come fill in that spare time? I need some feedback on some of my new material… and Yatta usually says everything is great, and Blot…” He trails off.

But you were stuck on the first few words. 

It could have been a mix up. A tiny mix up that could change the meaning completely… and Looey didn’t seem to catch it like you did. 

In a split second decision you pounce right on the wording. 

“You like me?”

His chattering ramble was immediately cut short for a few seconds- and then a tidal wave to try to reword what he had said began to spill from his mouth. 

“Your company! I like your company- you’re real neat, and you have a good sense of humor, and I like being around you- I mean who wouldn’t be? You get along with just about every toon here and I haven’t heard of any visitors not liking you either- and-” 

And he went on and on for a few seconds to save face. You allowed him to keep going for a few more seconds. If had lungs you were sure he would have run out of air by now… but he simply kept going. 

Maybe he really didn’t have lungs. 

Did toons have organs? Maybe you’d ask another toon about it later- or maybe one of the staff. You bring yourself back into the moment at Looey’s side. He was still going on- his grin still plastered across his face in contrast to his ears laying flat against his round head. 

“You don’t need to make an excuse, I like you too, you know,” 

He kept going on for a few more seconds before he froze mid syllable.

“I’m sorry?” His tail flicked behind him and dully thumped against the wall behind him. 

“I think you’re pretty neat, too,” You offer him a lopsided smile. His widened eyes finally settled themselves back on you… and after a few seconds of visible pondering he returned the same smile… albeit more exaggerated- his eye squinted under the hitch of his mouth. 

“You got a cute smile too, I like how it kind of… quirks up on one side,” You point to one of your cheeks. The higher side of his mouth twitched slightly. 

“Yeah?” 

You hum a response and shift yourself to face your body towards him in full… you were getting tired of tilting your head to the side anyway… you hoped the constant turn wouldn’t leave your neck sore tomorrow. 

“I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you- keep you company if that’s what you really want,” You offered. Your eyes scanned across his face as his brow furrowed together for a split second- bouncing around in uncertainty as he took another few seconds to pick your words apart to find their meaning. 

Were you being sincere in your offer or was this a simple tease?

Why not both?

“Why don’t you come by my room when you want me to give you some feedback, all you gotta do is knock,” You shift your weight between your feet. 

His mouth pried itself open stiffly. You could nearly hear how dry it sounded.

It shuts. His hands curl in on themselves again. And then he tries again. 

“Yeah- Yeah! That works with me-” His tail started to sway behind him with a string of soft squeaking. Again, it thumped softly against the wall behind him. 

“You’ve got a little something-” You reached a hand forward and swiped some of the dust that stuck and settled against his latex body. A part of you did not at all envy the material that made him up. You don’t think you could stand having random things stick to you like that. 

Almost like there was muscle underneath the layer of rubber tensed under your palm. Your skin caught against the material and dragged- almost stuttering the motion. 

“At least warn a toon first-” He weakly chuckled. Your hand tensed- and to your horror the door opened. 

“You must’ve not heard me knocking but-” 

Your hand immediately fell from Looey’s cheek as Dandy stood in the doorway. The light pouring in stung your eyes enough to make them water around the corners. 

“Time’s up I guess,” You mumble softly as you let your hand try to find a natural position at your side. 

You didn’t much like the look the flower was giving you… actually… Dandy’s eyes looked more like they had settled on Looey. It doesn’t last for much longer before he spins on his heel. 

“I was even nice enough to give you an extra thirty seconds-! You didn’t answer the door!” the chipperness of his voice sounded fake as he started to wander away from the door. 

Weird.

“Come on, he looks like he’s upset,” Looey muttered softly in your ear. You only offer him a silent nod as you both step out of the storage room, then to the gift shop… and as you stepped into the hall you both lingered for a few seconds. 

It was just the two of you- Dandy already well out of ear shot. 

The back of his head held your gaze for a few more seconds before you looked to the clown. 

“I know joking is your thing, but… were you serious about liking me?” 

He nearly tripped on his feet. It’d be funny- he was standing perfectly still a second prior- but it only came off as pathetic.

He seemed to shrink under your stare as it became more pointed. You could only hope you didn’t look too accusatory or judgemental to him.

He remained tensed… before simply relaxing- he looked about ready to deflate on the spot as he fell to admission. 

“I was serious,” He finally confessed. “I do like you, a lot actually- but I’m like… totallyokaywithit– if you don’t feel the same-” he added the second part quickly; the words nearly smashing into one another. 

He bounced on the balls of his feet- up and down. Then back up. You swear he sometimes moved as much as Yatta when his nervousness started to hit. 

“In that case I meant what I said too, about liking you,” You offer him a smile- and his movements slowed just a tiny bit. 

“Yeah?”

You hum in response. 

He set his feet flat against the floor once more. His arms remained swaying slightly at his sides. 

“Yeah,” you finally repeated his word back to him. 

You steal a glance over your shoulder. No one had noticed yet that you hadn’t returned. 

At least not until the next pair started making their way to the storage room- Brightney and Connie.

The ghost locks eyes with Looey for a split second- but no words are exchanged. But there was… a look exchanged. 

You’d have to ask about that, too. 

“Come on, I don’t think they’d like the idea of people hanging out right outside the door,” You lightly tug Looey by his upper arm. 

And he allowed you. Not that he could fight back that much- he really did weigh like nothing in your hold. 

The only toon who noticed your return to the party with Yatta- and soon Blot as she elbowed them…

“Wanna go hang out with them until the next game starts?” You shift your hold on his arm. 

Looey- who seemed to finally find himself fully at your side- nodded. “Yeah! That’d be nice,” 

And it was nice. In the time between the current game and the start of the next, Looey found himself once again fully comfortable in your presence- and you found yourself with a pair of new friends.

[pinegreenapples]

Radiostatic Fic Recs Part 3!

Hello everyone! I'm back again with a third installment in fics that I believe are great reads! A quick reminder as always, read the tags and if you don't like something, just tab out! The previous parts can be found here. Part 1 | Part 2

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Sound Effect!

This is a silly little crackfic by the beloved ohdeercoffee! It features proto Vox who has been cursed to be a silent film where all his speech is shown as title cards. This leads to a misunderstanding between him and Alastor, but everyone walks away pleased with the aftermath.

Wallow

This series is heartbreaking. It had me shedding real tears as I read it. Alastor and Vox reckoning with the aftermath of their falling out and the mistakes they made that have cost each other everything.

Oh, I'm gonna be wounded/Oh, you're gonna be my wound

Alastor spends an evening devouring Vox as he watches through his cameras. They end up talking about some things afterwards.

Questionable Attachment

Alastor goes to Vee Tower to mess with Vox because he's bored. They end up kissing and Alastor finds himself consumed with the thought of kissing Vox again.

a glass full of love

Alastor accidentally gets dosed with love potion and falls madly in love with Vox. Vox is milking it for everything he can get.

Playing the Victim

As always, I am a sucker for lykomancer's stories and this one is no different. Vox captures Alastor and implants various hypnotic codes in his psyche before fucking him.

Unsurpassable skills in espionage

Vox manages to collect dirt on the hotel that could ruin them, Alastor is tasked with retrieving said dirt because he's so well versed in subterfuge, and not, as Angel claims, because Vox wants to fuck him.

Two for the Show

This fic was so good! There's something about ohdeercoffee's smut that is just absolutely delectable. Alastor has a little game he plays each time he goes into rut. He goes to bars and flirts with sinners only to blue ball them the second they leave the bar. This time Alastor spots a peculiar looking sinner with a box for a head and decides he will be his next victim.

(Temporary) Truce

Alastor is going through heat after seven years away from Hell. Vox notices the signs and steps in to help.

The Trials and Tribulations of Alastor's Cursed Pussy

As you can imagine from the title, this series deals with Alastor going through estrus and the various points in their relationship that Vox has helped Alastor through it. This series is in turn sexy, funny, and heart wrenching.

Haven

This fic is so sad but so wonderful. Alastor is so desperately worried for his friend and it provides a wonderful characterization of his inner monologue. Vox pisses off another overlord and is kidnapped. Alastor searches the whole of Pentagram City to find him and bring him home.

Two Halves of a Whole Idiot

Alastor goes into heat and chases Vox down as part of a mating ritual. Vox is super into it. They end up fucking about it.

Man or Machine

Vox has just finished another surgical upgrade and Alastor becomes curious as to how much of Vox remains organic and how much has turned mechanical. He conducts his own investigation.

Thought Contagion

Vox works until he drops and Alastor finds it funny to keep a tally of all the silly places Vox has ended up passed out in. During this latest instance, Vox starts to dream and Alastor finds himself drawn to the fantasy displayed on his screen.

Epitaph

This fic is very sad, much hurt and no comfort. Alastor finally commits the inevitable and deals with the fall out of his own needs.

Shadow of Yourself

Another delectable smut piece by the beloved princeliest! Alastor lets slip that he and his shadow share sensation and Vox decides to bring that to the bedroom.

Coup de foudre

The hotel hosts a party to celebrate their win against the exorcists. Alastor meets Vox again and finds himself weak to the man's charms even after decades apart.

Meet Me at My Frequency

Starting after episode 2, Vox's actions push him and Alastor to actually reconcile with each other. The rest of the series follows the rest of canon with some small twists prompted by their rekindled relationship.

Even Exchange

So sad but it has a happy ending! A very nice fic for some good catharsis and exploring Vox's complicated feelings for Alastor. Heaven plans a larger attack and Alastor and Charlie meet with other overlords to secure their support. The Vees agree and join the fight. Vox sustains a major injury.

Video Fucked The Radio Star

Alastor comes to pick up Angel from the studio and Valentino bites him. Unfortunately for Alastor, Val's venom is a potent aphrodisiac. Vox offers to help him through it.

Floating, Where You Belong

This is a delightfully dark fic where Vox hypnotizes and mind breaks Alastor into his own personal sex kitten.

The New and Novel

Alastor grows curious about Vox's hypnotism and he asks Vox to use it on him while they have sex. The end results are very worth it.

Boredom Ruins Everything

Alastor feels particularly vulnerable after his fight with Adam and he worries that he might be overpowered and taken advantage of. This leads him to make a deal with Vox to ensure his own peace of mind. Mostly a smut series, but a very good smut series! Binturong Rose has an excellent grasp of the push-pull between these two and masterfully incorporates that in their sex life.

You'll Know

Alastor's first sexual encounter was deeply disappointing. So much so, that he's never attempted something like that again. After meeting and falling in love with Vox, he decides to give it another try and finds that perhaps sex isn't all bad after all.

Shadows and Light

This fic has been rewritten and this is its newest iteration! Vox brings home his latest film to watch with Alastor. Watching it together brings out some unexpected revelations.

So An Author & A Serial Killer Go On A Date

This one's super cute! Based on a well known tumblr prompt, Alastor and Vox meet because Alastor is a serial killer and Vox is a murder novelist and they have been searching similar things on the internet.

In Your Dreams, Old Pal

Vox has been dreaming of Alastor and himself together for a while. Alastor decides to take a peek and is disgusted to find the simpering dream version of him Vox has made. In a fit of rage, he eats his dream counterpart and accidentally seals his own fate. Now he has to play the part of himself every night in Vox's dreams.

Background Noise

A fluffy fic about Alastor's hooves and how cute Vox finds them!

Nothing Above the Knee

A smutty fic of Vox deeply appreciating Alastor's hooves!

Red Bow Tie

Alastor reminisces on the past and his current relationship with Vox. A bittersweet piece about what could have been and what still is.

golden rule, it's just for show!

An unfortunate incident at an overlord meeting turns all the overlords back to their human forms. Alastor finds himself mesmerized by the slight figure Vox cuts and resolves to make him his.

Brand me (so I'll have a reason to be mad)

This fic is super sexy. I really enjoyed the erotica and characterization of the two. Vox presents Alastor with a piece of jewelry with his brand on it. Alastor ridicules him for it, but does he really consider the piece as tacky as he claims?

Sinking Funds

Alastor discovers that Vox has given him the most exclusive credit card one can get in Hell and decides to take it for a spin to see how much Vox cares about Alastor spending his money.

You Want It Rough, You're Out Of Bounds

I will forever and always be a huge Mothball Milkshake fan. Any time they write radiostatic, I am running to read it. Here, Moth took a break from Signals to give us a lovely smutty fic. Alastor and Vox have finally started up a relationship of sorts. They've had sex several times but vox has never been able to make Alastor come. He's determined to change that tonight!

Wind Me Up and Break Me Down

Another fic by the wonderful Mothball Milkshake! (As I said, I am their number one fan lol) This is loosely connected to the above fic but can be read separately. Vox ties Alastor up and worships his body.

scatterbrain

This fic is sweet and hilarious. Alastor discovers that sleeping is technically optional in Hell and stops sleeping for several decades. Lilith steps in and forces him to sleep until he is fully rested.

The Merman

For my Vox merman lovers, come eat! Alastor has heard tale of these merfolk and has been working to capture one for study. He stumbles across Vox and he attempts to capture him. Vox is amused and decides to keep the pretty human that tried to capture him.

In Season

This fic is cute and funny! A little cracky but a good read! Vox and Alastor used to spend their autumn rut/heat together since both their sinner forms went into heat/rut at the same time. Even as enemies, they kept this arrangement. As Alastor goes into his first rut after his sabbatical, he fully expects Vox to join him like normal. However, Vox is not happy that he got left in the lurch for seven years and refuses to cave to his desires.

Research and Development

Velvette and Valentino are sick of Vox constantly obsessing over Alastor and order him to do something about it. He ends up creating a virtual reality so that he can finally fuck Alastor and maybe get it out of his system. However, the program seems to have other ideas.

when the flies fell

A modern day human AU wherein Alastor convinces Vox to help him summon a demon. This has worse consequences than either of them foresaw as they race to fix their mistake.

Unfinished

Harlem Sunset

Set after the events of episode 2. Alastor approaches Vox to propose scheduled brawls outside of the city. Vox decides to take him up on it and it sets in motion a chain of events that can't be stopped. Just a small note, none of the fight scenes are on camera, so to speak, in the fic. However, the developing relationship is sweet and I am enjoying it a lot!

My Body, Your Temple

This is a masterfully done human AU set in the 1930s. Vox comes down to New Orleans in an effort to poach New Orleans' very own Alastor Deveaux, Alastor finds him absolutely insufferable. They find themselves drawn into each other's orbit and find themselves tangled in an all consuming desire for one another.

Believe Me, (The Sun Always Shines on TV)

In a fit of rage, Valentino damages Vox's head so badly that he can't fix it himself, so he goes to the one person he knows can piece him back together. Doing so forces both Alastor and Vox to confront the ugly history between them.

Summer Wine

Charlie strikes a deal with Heaven to trial run redemption with a sinner of her choosing. By pure accident, Vox and Alastor are selected instead and must work together as they find themselves back on Earth in the modern day.

Perhaps it's Pedestrian

Okay so I normally have a rule that a fic has to have at least three chapters before I toss it up on the list because I always hate clicking on rec lists that are full of one chapter WIPS. However, this fic is so long and wonderfully written for the two chapters it does have that it deserves a spot so more people can go encourage the author with kudos and comments!

Vox and Val break up again and Vox goes to a bar to drink and find a one night stand. Alastor makes that much harder than it should be to do so.

Animal Natures

Another favorite by the dear lykomancer! This time it's a series. As the title suggests, Alastor goes into rut and Vox helps him through it. Unfortunately, Alastor likes it a little too much and now that's Vox's fault, somehow.

For the sake of research and understanding

Alastor is curious about why others seem so obsessed with sex, so he goes to his good pal Vox to ask him to explain to him. One thing leads to another, and Vox finds himself giving a practical demonstration.

An Unforgettable Debut | 1961

After several years of hard work, Vox is finally ready to launch his own studio and has thrown a huge party to celebrate. Unfortunately for him, someone has ordered a hit out on one of the Radio Demon's companions and he's been caught in the crossfire. Will he be able to make it to his party on time?

Modulation Missteps

I'm really enjoying this fic and the worldbuilding the author has put in to make a comprehensive narrative. This is a Human AU where Vox and Alastor were childhood best friends who separated. Years later, Vox forces a reconnect and they have to work through all the ugly emotions they've both been harboring for over a decade.

Now only dogs follow me (Is He Following?)

Several years ago, Vox was an incredible detective solving serial killer cases until he suffered a mental break and was fired. After finally getting his life back on track, all his progress is threatened as a new killer comes to town and the department needs him again. Luckily, he finds support in his old childhood friend, Alastor.

it's not murder, it's research and waste disposal

Okay so. This guy is dark and very gory. And I do mean that a lot. Please read the tags before diving into this fic, it is absolutely not for the faint of heart and it has even grossed me out a few times. That said, it is beautifully written and the relationship between Alastor and Vox is simply divine.

Vox moves to New Orleans and meets Alastor and immediately falls in love. Alastor wishes Vox would choke and die until he finds Vox attempting to dump a body in the bayou and suddenly Vox is so much more interesting.

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[littlemissmentallyunstable]

title: we’re oranges and apples now

paring: grayson hawthorne x reader

synopsis: you and grayson broke up years and years ago after a long and happy relationship but one day you meet again in the future and the memories come flooding back…

parts: we’re apples and oranges now (your pov)

warnings:

a/n: this is we’re apples and oranges now but reversed in Grayson’s POV, you’ll notice this mirrors the other fic quite a bit, this is intentional!!

tag list: @tornqdowarnings @whatsamongus @wish-i-were-heather @inmyheaddd @never-enough-novels @peterlcsingwendy @lxvebelle @xoxo-vee @emelia07 @f4iry-bell @zoyaaaabear @thoughtdaughter3 @benny1989fredd @elysianwayy77

Grayson’s POV

I was wandering around the shops cluelessly. Cluelessly is never a word I thought I’d describe myself with. Grayson Hawthorne was not a clueless man but nowadays I seemed to becoming less and less like Grayson Hawthorne than ever. I check the list of items I’d been asked to purchase and gather most of the things I need. I find myself in the fruit aisle, picking up various berries when I spot some oranges. Not my particular favourite but I decide to get some anyway. As I’m picking some I’m suddenly aware of someone beside me. I glance from the corner of my eye. She’s recognisable in an odd sort of way. I couldn’t quite see her face but something about her presence, the way she’s breathing, her careful movements, it’s all so familiar. It’s like I’d seen her so many times but couldn’t place my finger on who she is. I ignore the puzzle my brain is trying to make this and focus on the oranges in my hands. She’s buying apples, placing one by one in a brown paper bag. I’m just about to put the final orange in the bag when suddenly I feel her bump into me. I see hands fly to her mouth and her eyes widen.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry!”

Her voice hits me like a train and I realise who she is. Why she was so recognisable. The left side of my chest fills with warmth that spreads across my whole body and suddenly my heart is pounding. I’m frozen for a second, not knowing what to say until I blurt out her name.

“Y/N!”

I stand up properly to make sure it’s really her. She’s stood there still, not moving, not blinking, I don’t even know if she’s breathing. She seems to be ina state of paralysis for a few moments. She looks up finally and murmurs my name.

“Gray?”

I chill runs down my spine, it’s been so long since I’ve heard my names from those lips. Her lips. The ones I used to kiss and now look at us. Too flustered for each other’s good in the fruit aisle of a grocery stores. Her hair spills around her face, framing her beautiful features. It’s like I’m looking at her for the first and last time all over again. The odd feelings of desire and pain mixing up into some messy soup in the pit of my stomach. As our eyes meet, a lifetime of love flashes before me. Memories that had been buried deep into the darkest parts of my mind begin to resurface and play like a mini movie. Over and over and over, like the film tape was stuck in the camera and no more of the story could make it through. She looks just like I remembered yet not quite. The months I’d spent moping over her, dreaming of her features, once drawing her just from memory. And now she was here infront of me. I wonder what she might be thinking. If she were thinking about the past we’d been through or the present were in now. Or maybe it’s neither, maybe I’m not even on her mind.

“Wow it’s really you,” I say. I want to smile, but I can’t will myself too, it feels in my gut like some sort of betrayal… but I don’t know who to. My wife? My children? Myself? Her?

It’s so odd seeing her again. Part of her was always somehow engraved into the side of my heart. Even when it was all over, the scarred name was still there and right now I can feel it throbbing. I don’t know whether the pain is good or bad but it just feels so natural for it to occur. I’d thought I was over this, over her, over the feeling but now I can see her again I don’t feel so powerful over my own swarm of thoughts as I did when she wasn’t staring at me with those angel eyes. She’s everything I’d remembered. Perfection doesn’t even begin to outline what she looks like. She looks a little older, a little more mature but I dare say it’s made her even prettier. She has the same gorgeous eyes, bright smile, soft hair. All those nights I’d spent gazing at her while she slept, tracing the very features that I stare at now. Then I’d taken them for granted, assumed that I’d be able to do that forever but now I just take them in slowly, processing this might be the last time I see them.

A question plays on the tip of my tongue, but it had already died long before in my throat, so I don’t ask it. Even though my heart is screaming for me to just be brave for once, my brain declines once again. My eye flicker down to get a glimpse of her left hand. I am guilty, but I have to know if she’s found someone new. Someone who’s given her what she deserves, the things that I couldn’t. But her left hand is gripping the basket so tightly that her fingers and any rings are hidden behind the handle and the white of her knuckles. So I’m left staring at the items in her basket. Baby bottles and blankets. My heart plummets down to my stomach. Was she expecting? Or had she already had her child? It’s funny, I’d always thought if she’d ever had a baby it would be mine. Suddenly this revelation makes me angry. She is having it has had a baby with someone. She’s a mother and not to my children. It stings so much more than it should. Like antiseptic on a fresh wound. But what hurts more than that is that I don’t know these things about her anymore. I don’t know her life, all the exciting moments and even the painful ones. And I’m never going to. It’s never going to be what it was and it’s all my fault. I let it all slip away and now I’m full of regret,

And then the blow of guilt hits me out of no where again. As if a shell has exploded right in front of me and I’ve been blown to smithereens. I should’ve be feeling regret. I have my own a life now with a woman a love, who is now called my wife. I have kids and a car and a steady income. And she has her life. I’m selfish, I’m so bitterly selfish for wanting what I can’t have when I already have so much… and yet it still doesn’t stop me.

Her hand shifts hold on the basket and then I see it. An engagement ring and a wedding band. Classy and classic. I expect nothing less, of course. That’s her taste. It always has been and I’m glad she’s find someone who respects that, who acknowledges it. But it’s grating at me… if we had still been together would she have gotten the same set or would it be different. I wish I didn’t care this much. I shouldn’t care this much. It’s a piece of damn mental and yet it’s suddenly the only thing on my mind. I’m ridden with a horrible vicious jealousy, spreading like an ugly rash all over my skin. I’m jealous of whatever man put these rings on her finger, whatever man got the luxury of calling her his wife. I’m disgusted in myself for feeling this way because she looks happy. Happier than ever. And I want that for her more than anything. She deserves to be the happiest girl in the world. But I wish I could’ve made her this happy. But I failed. And this is my punishment. I have my own life now and so does she, so I keep having to remind myself. Why is the concept so hard for me to grasp?

I wonder about her husband. It’s hard to picture her with someone else. I think about all the things I hope he is to her. Was he the kindest soul on the planet? Would he do anything and everything for her? Did he treat her like she deserved more than the world? I hoped, I prayed he was. And even though I’m trying to forbid it to, my mind still wanders on… Was he anything like I was? Or did I scar her so badly that he was my opposite? What made her choose him? Fall for him harder than she’d fallen for me? What made his love worth fighting for?

I look back to her face and inwardly sigh. I doubt she was doing this. Mulling over me and my life like I am hers. Overthinking every detail, wondering who she’s married to and why. She’s too kind, too mature. I only wish I could have the decency to do the same, but it’s pricing difficult. Though, I catch her eyeing my wedding ring. And suddenly a pang hits my stomach and I want to tell her so many things that I can’t. I wish I could tell her I didn’t dare engrave the initials in the metal, like we’d one discussed. I didn’t for one second think of doing that with anyone but her. I wanted to tell her that I drove all the way out to a jewellers in another town just so I wouldn’t go to the same one we once did. I wanted to tell her that I kept the promise rings we’d made together and I still have them in a box under the roof of my house. But I stay silent because I am a coward.

“Yeah, gosh, hi, how have you been?” she asks. The first thing I notice is how radiant she looks, the brightness in her eyes and joy in her voice. ‘She’s happy’ I think again and that makes me smile a little.

“Good, I’m good,” I reply, “how are you?”

“Yeah,” she nods, “good as well.”

“It’s been a while,” i say, forcing a laugh to hide the resurfacing pain. It was easier like that.

“Yeah it has,” she grins back, her eyes pinned to mine. She looks so delicate in this moment and so unbelievably beautiful, “it’s about time we’d bump into each other.”

“Yeah,” I reply, gazing at her trying to suppress my smile. But it seems to not obey and suddenly I’m grinning like I haven’t in a very long time, not since we were together I don’t think.

A menagerie of memories replay in my head, but it feels like I’m a bystander in every scene, watching another version of myself with her. A wave of deja vu envelopes me suddenly sending tingles down my spine. I don’t like what she does to me, I don’t like feeling so far from myself and yet I miss her so much. And just as if she’s reading my thoughts she says three fateful words that I’ll never forget,

“I’ve missed you,” she says rather suddenly.

Those words hit me like a bus, in the best way possible. In fact I wish to be hit with that bus over and over and over just to feel the impact.

“I’ve missed you too,” I say, hoping she can hear the meaning in my voice, see the emotion in my eyes.

The tide of bittersweetness roll in and out slowly, unsurely, indecisively. And even though the water is only up to my ankles I’m suddenly drowning. Drowning in the most minuscule amount of water because my mind is making it out to be so much more than it is. A unswallowable lump forms in my throat in this prolonged silence. My eyes refuse to leave her face, the very face I left all those years ago. She wears the same expression as that night. One of the worst nights of my life. Her eyes are wide, a borderline of hurt and happiness. I still have nightmares to this day, it’s one moment of us together that I never wish to relive. The silence makes me ache all over, craving her voice once more. I want to forget about the history and bury it right next to the pain and trauma that have been buried for years now. But making this quiet somewhat bearable is the silent conversation we share. We know each other well enough to do so. A shared moment the saddest of happiness and the happiest of sadness all at once.

A call comes through on my phone and I look down to the buzzing device to see it’s my wife. Guilt surges through me once again.

“Well I’d best get going,” I tell her quickly.

I need to get away. Even though all I want to so is stand her for the rest of time just to hear her voice and see her face. She’s my drug, she always has been and always will be. But I gave up a long time ago and I can’t go back to what I was, to who I was. So I need to run and rehabilitate, so I don’t get addicted again. A coward of a man is all I am, but I least I laid my eyes on her beauty once more before I never did again.

“Yeah me too,” she nod firmly, confidently.

She holds herself with so much more pride now, she knows how much she’s worth and I can see it. I’m glad.

“Goodbye Y/N,” I murmur, savouring the feeling of her name on my lips, “I wish you all the best.”

And I did. Truly I did. I wanted her to have everything she ever could dream of and then more.

“Bye Gray,” she says with a small smile that I never realised how much I’d missed seeing, “I wish you the same.”

We turn and walk our separate ways, apples in her basket, oranges in mine. I take the call from my wife and then wander aimlessly down different aisles not knowing what I was doing or where I was going anymore. Until it had been an hour and I finally made it back home. As soon as I can I get into the shower and break down. A sob silently as the water droplets run down my body, until the lungs ache and my head screams at me to stop. And even then it’s hard to. I can’t shake the regret, I can’t shake the pain, I can’t shake her voice and her face from my brain. I quietly wonder if she cried too… no. She’s far too strong. I pull myself together for the sake of the life I lead now and force myself not to think of her.

The oranges rot in the fruit bowl. I don’t think I would’ve eaten them when they were fresh anyway, I’ve never liked their immediate sourness and then the thick sugary aftertaste left to coat my throat. The next time I go to the shop I buy apples instead of oranges hoping she’d be there too, but she never was. I find myself wondering if the next time she went to the shop she bought oranges rather than apples in hope to see me. But I suppose it will remain one of the worlds’ greatest mysteries and I will never find the answer, no matter how hard I try…

a/n: I gave Gray’s pov a shot?? Don’t know how successful it was, but I hope you enjoyed anyways. Thanks for reading 🤍🤍

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[constantlyfalling]

I wrote a radioapple fic. It's rated G and technically for Valentine's Day. Charlie has everyone do a Valentine's Day activity together.

Beta @somevariationofgay

The human holiday of Valentine’s Day had been around for over a century in the Pride ring, and of course with the Vee’s controlling many pockets of sinner and hellborn alike throughout all of hell, the holiday had only become more of an overexuberant affair.

Alastor was not a fan.

The concept itself wasn’t enticing to begin with to him, but he didn’t hate the sentiment. Growing up, he and his ma had exchanged cards. As soon as he was able to read, she would include a riddle in every card she gave him, no matter the holiday. The Valentine’s day cards riddle would always have an answer related to the concept of love. Which he had felt, for his Ma and a handful of precious others.

Though he had never felt it like, that. The way most of the hell liked to celebrate it. Which brought Alastor back from his thoughts and to the unfortunate reality unfolding in front of him.

Angel Dust had walked into the room after getting off a shift, letting out a string of profanity as he did. It was actually surprising to see him have the evening off work, given what day it was. He vaguely remembers Charlie’s monologue earlier referencing that the spider demon had been there since the 13th. There had been a midnight countdown show on the noise box, celebrating what the Vee’s had also dubbed as that moth’s birthday.

Husk hands Angel a drink on his way to Alastor, handing him one as well as he sitting on Alastor’s. Alastor didn’t drink often but felt like he was going to need it for this bonding experiment. Charlie walked in then, arm looped with her father, the pathetic excuse of a king. It looked as if she was practically dragging him along. Which did cause Alastor’s normal, serene smile to twitch a bit more towards entertained. A flutter of excitement courses through him.

“I am so, so, so glad to see you all here!” The princess of hell beamed, clapping her hands together. Lucifer reluctantly and awkwardly sitting on the couch next to Alastor, the only seat not taken in the circle they’d been instructed to sit in. As that had been the one instruction written on the chalkboard board when they convened here. Vaggie appeared from somewhere, placing paper, glitter, scissors, and other various crafting supplies in the middle of the circle.

Ah.

The realization of what they were doing hit Alastor before Charlie started talking.

“We.” She began, pausing for dramatic effect, “Are.” Another pause, “Making-Valentine’s-Day-cards!” The last burst of words coming out in a collective flurry. Alastor appreciated the pauses, but if on a broadcast, the delivery of the last bit would be unacceptable.

“For each other?” Angel asks, glancing around the table.

“Yes!” Charlie says. “Just to the person on your right, though. Oh! Unless you want to make more!” She tacks onto the end.

Glances are shared around the table. Given their circular arrangement, it looks like Niffty is writing for Angel Dust, Angel Dust to Husk, Husk to Alastor, Alastor to Lucifer, Lucifer to Vaggie, Vaggie to Charlie, Charlie to Niffty.

Alastor doesn’t say anything, but his ears bend backwards as Charlie continues, “I thought we could maybe share them after? Or keep them private. As long as there isn’t anything mean.”

She shoots both Alastor and Lucifer with a pointed look. A short reel playing in Alastor’s head of a flour-covered kitchen, a piano shaped hole in the lobby ceiling, and other events that happened when the two crossed paths.

With a resigned “hmmm,” Alastor reaches for a piece of paper. The others follow suit, normally returning as casual conversation and banter begin alongside the crafting. Alastor doesn’t want to make a card for the small being next to him. So he doesn’t, he makes one like he would have made to give to his Ma. Though the riddle he adds is most certainly a punch of the emotional variety.

What feels like an eternity after he’d finished, but had probably only been a few minutes, it seems like everyone was done. “Alright,” Vaggie begins, voice filled her normal authority. “Pass your cards to the right.”

Without looking, Alastor holds the card he made out to the king. He can feel the annoyed stare directed at him, and even if he couldn’t, the way their fingers gracelessly bump against each other as the blond took the card would be proof enough.

Instead, Alastor looks to Husk. Husker gives him a quick glance before looking away. Turning to meet Angel Dust’s seductive eyebrow wiggle.

Once their each hold the card made for them, they all look to Charlie. Seeming startled by everyone’s attention, she ushers with her hands for them to read their card. “Go on, let’s see what we were given and then, um, share if you feel comfortable.”

Alastor glances down as his card, the outside had a decently shitty cat paw doodled on it, giving a thumbs up. Lazily, he opened it and read, “You’re paws-itively my boss.”

A small, albeit amused, sound escaped Alastor’s lips.

“What is this?” Lucifer asked, looking once again at him. This time, Alastor does look back.

“Does your eyesight suffer along with your height?” Alastor asks. “It’s a Valentine’s Day card.”

Alastor watches, unable to look away now that the king has his attention. A deeply irritating trait of his. Alastor has found that once his eyes land on Lucifer, they have a hard time leaving. The monarch’s face scrunches up some, eyes blinking away the normal cloudiness they hold, replaced with fury, and his cheeks flush a bit golden.

“This.” He states, voice laced with frustration, as he holds up the card and points to the words written inside.”

“They’re words.” Alastor drawls, taking in each little twitch on Lucifer’s face. His eyebrows furrowing.

“Is this some sort of cannibalism kink?” He asks, and that got everyone else’s attention.

A small blast of static comes from Alastor. Taken out of the trance he had been in purely due to the audacity of that question. It shouldn’t surprise him that it went over Lucifer’s head. Not a hard thing to do.

“You can swallow me, but I can consume you too.” Alastor recites the riddle; voice laced with annoyance. “It’s pride. I figured since I was making a valentine for the embodiment of pride, it’s the only thing he’d want.”

Disappointedly, the fiery response he was expecting from the king didn’t come. Instead, Lucifer seems to deflate. Charlie begins to say something, but it turns to back round noise as his thoughts louden instead.

Soon enough, the activity comes to an end. Charlie gives Vaggie a big hug, it seems she’s thrilled with how well it went. Vaggie’s cheeks flush slightly, the two sharing a quick kiss. Husker and Angel Dust are heading to the bar, but Alastor notices Husk’s arm draped on Angel’s hip.

Lucifer had begun walking toward the stairs, and Alastor found himself following, musing, “Could it be having pride is not the same as loving oneself?”

“Look, I’m not in the mood. If Charlie hadn’t prohibited us using our teleporting abilities in the hotel, unless, like, for emergencies, I would be in my room already.”

“Too bad for you then, since we are headed the same direction.” Alastor also wished to retire, their rooms both conveniently and inconveniently on the same floor. “I thought you would be pleased I even bothered to make you a card.”

“The outside of the card had a biological accurate human heart being stabbed through with an arrow.” Lucifer deadpans back.

“Is that not accurate? That is my understanding of what cupid does.” He responds. Eyes not leaving Lucifer’s face as he watches the king’s lips turn upward. For some reason, the sight stirs something in Alastor and he continues to speak. “The card wasn’t entirely meant for you, so no need to get so worked up. Such a short fuse.”

They’re in the elevator now. Silence between them for a moment. “Who else was it for then?”

The doors open and Alastor steps out, not looking to Lucifer as he admits, “my mother and I used to exchange cards, with a riddle written inside.”

“That’s… surprisingly sweet.” Lucifer says, stepping out as well standing to face Alastor, their backs toward their respective rooms. They stand now alone in the middle of the hallway. “I didn’t think you were capable of something so sentimental.”

“There is much going on within me that you will never understand.” Alastor says, because it’s simply the truth.

“Maybe you’re just a riddle to be solved.” Lucifer replies, a challenge in his voice. Alastor’s gaze snaps to meet Lucifer’s. The cloudiness wasn’t there, but neither was the fury he’d seen earlier. This, well, this looks more akin to passion. Not a bright, lively flame but a fire burning steadily.

Caught off guard, Alastor turns to hide his surprise, but he fears a bit too late and begins to walk towards his room. “A task I fear is far too big for the brain of someone your stature.”

“Challenge accepted.” Lucifer replies followed by the sound of him opening a portal and stepping through. Alastor turns around just in time to see the gold ring disappearing. Breaking the rules just to have the last word and one up him. Maybe Lucifer could figure him out. He shuddered at the thought but wasn’t sure if it was from disgust or something else. No matter, this was something that didn’t need an answer.

End!

[karmathehalflander]

Some symbrock centric Venom the last dance fic ideas I have. Feel free to use these ideas if you want! (You have to send me a link though because I’ll want to see it) You can change any details and mix and match ideas these are just concepts I’ve been thinking about for a bit that I wish I could write but I’m to busy to.

Please keep in mind I wrote all of these notes out at 3 AM so if the wording doesn’t make sense that’s probably why. This is a bit long so I added a page break

1: Post VTLD. When Venom separated from Eddie he left a big chunk of his consciousness inside Eddies mind. His physical form is completely gone, but similar to how Venom revived Eddie, Eddie could rebuild Venom’s body. (In this universe this would not reignite the codex, that only happens when a symbiote revives a host) however, this process is going to be extremely, long, tedious, and exhausting. Eddie will need to connect deeply to his body and Venoms consciousness requiring a lot of meditation. They would ask for Mrs. Chen’s help and she would be absolutely delighted. Doing this would also require Eddie start taking better care of himself. And along this wild journey of connecting deeply with their shared body and mind their bond grows stronger and they learn to communicate and Eddie finally expresses his love for Venom. The actual meditation sessions could involve a lot. Visiting each other’s memories and learning about their time before they met. They learn about the ways both of them experienced a lot of isolation and trauma, Venom learns more about Eddie’s family and past relationships, Eddie learns about Venom’s past hosts and other symbiotes he knew. They talk about each others feelings for once, and Eddie learns a lot about human and alien anatomy along the way. This fic would be silly at times, angsty at others, but always deeply romantic and intimate. And of course Eddie succeeds in forming Venom a new body and the first thing they go with it is kiss for the first time.

2: Post VTLD Eddie is extremely distraught. He has a new apartment in NewYork but is not handling the loss well. He’s been drinking too much and barely eating. Anne and Dan are trying but they live a while away and are married and expecting a baby there’s only so much they can do. After a particularly rough night in which Eddie probably gives himself alcohol poisoning he dreams of Venom he’s there and telling Eddie “you need to take better care of yourself I didn’t sacrifice myself all heroically for you to go and die from neglecting yourself” and every night from them on Venom is there in his dreams. Eddie thinks he’s going crazy and this is a coping mechanism. Why is this happening? IDK it’s up to you.

3: similar to #1 Venom’s physical form died, but Vee left a part of their consciousness inside Eddies mind and has been gaining strength. Venom can’t regenerate his physical form anymore. But his voice is still there in Eddie’s head. And later on Venom could learn to project a physical form to Eddies eyes by messing with his brain. Maybe even simulate touch. you could tie #2 with this one. Like maybe at first to connect they need to be asleep because of the change in brain activity.

4: Takes place a few weeks after VTLD and Eddie has moved into a new apartment in NewYork he has a stable job but is in extreme mourning. He starts to feel sick and is progressively getting worse as the days go on. Dan checks him out and realizes Eddies body got so used to Venom just existing inside him as well as helping regulate his systems, eat bacteria/viruses, and aid his digestion that now that he’s gone his body is destroying itself from the inside. Eddie is dying. Various treatments aren’t working and Eddie is distraught that Venom died for nothing. lot of ending options. Venom returns and saves him last minute, Eddie does die of this but it’s implied they’re reunited in the afterlife, straight up hurt/no comfort heavy angst, the world is your oyster. The fic would probably be pretty short at most two chapters but it could definitely be stretched out way longer I just don’t have many more ideas for this particular scenario

5: Eddie sacrifices himself for Venom instead. Eddie finally gets to repay all the care Venom has shown for him. Is Eddie permanently dead? Up to you I just like this concept.

6: Venom is alive, but he was reformed from that small bit of biomass Venom left behind in the bar. Because of this, Venom’s consciousness and memories are still developing and he doesn’t remember much. All he knows is that he had to get back to Eddie, even though he doesn’t know who that is. They get to rediscover each other all over again as Venom slowly recovers their memories. This fic would switch between Venom and Eddie’s POV and probably start in Venom’s POV.

7: A small oneshot where Eddie confides with Anne about how he feels like he took Venom for granted in the exact same way he did to her. Hurt/comfort, you get the idea.

8: I just need someone to write a fic where Eddie goes to grief counseling/therapy lord knows that man needs it. Anne and Dan probably have to make him.

9: Eddie has a new apartment in NewYork and visits the statute of liberty every day. There’s another person that’s always there as well. This idea is bare bones but I thought I would include it just in case.

[tss-storytime-summaries]

12

Expected Rating: Mature

Warnings: Dissociative Identity Disorder, Switching, dissociation, discussions of trauma, trauma aftermath, ptsd, flashback, hyper-sexuality, vulgar language. Janus starts off antagonistic and manipulative but he has his reasons. They are not always good ones, but he has them.

Characters: Alters of a “Thomas” Character: Roman, Thomas, Remus, Logan, Janus, “Vee” (not virgil but modeled after him. it’s complicated), Various Little versions of these characters and “emotional parts” versions of these characters. Others: Emile, OCs, Virgil, maybe Remy.

Romantic Relationships: Virgil/Roman (outerworld + implied inner world), Remus/Logan (inner world), Patton/Janus (innerworld)

Summary: “We’ve been like this our whole life. We just didn’t realize being ‘like this’ was…. strange.”

Meet Thomas: Thomas is just a normal guy who has a penchant for shifting preferred names (very normal) and some memory issues (also normal).

Summer is a good time for having fun and a bad time for self-reflection. Dee dreads the summer because someone inevitably comes forward to wreak havoc and it always ends up being his job to clean it up.

Spend time with Thomas and the cast of characters that live in his mind. Follow them on their journey through self discovery and selves discovery, because nothing is easy when you live with 6 other people inside your own head.

A fic about discovering DID and living on anyway. Because anything is possible with 6 (or more….) people living in your head.

Author's note: This fic is intended to be real and positive representation of DID. This will necessitate some discussion of trauma, but I will steer clear of details whenever possible. No graphic depictions will be present in this fic.

[jakekazansky]

A little preview of the complete and utter crack fic I’m writing featuring Hangclone and the daggers

“Wait so how did you two get together?” Phoenix asked, gesturing to Jake and Beau as Jake drug his husband over to where the daggers were gathered. Still playing and betting on those playing lawn games.

“He gave me and Javy our tour at tbe acadmey and I told Javy I was gonna sit on that man’s lap and then after I graduated and went to flight school he was captain of a different squadron on the base we were both at. I asked him if I could sit in his lap and the rest is history” Jake commented casually as Cyclone settled the lounge chair he and Jake had brought over on the edge of the group of daggers. The older man sat first before reaching out a hand to his younger husband to welcome to sit back against him between the vee of his legs.

“What the fuck hangman?” One of the daggers choked out, Jake wasn’t sure who. He was too busy claiming his throne— Beau’s lap. Relaxing back against his chest as Beau propped his chin on Jake’s shoulder. Wrapping an arm around him to keep him in place as he scrolled on his phone with the other. As much as Beau wanted to be up on the porch with Jake’s dads, his aunt and Maverick, well not Maverick, he wanted time with his partner. They’d been apart too much this last week as Beau had been ran ragged with various meetings that had always seem to ran over which caused him to come home by the time the blonde would be in bed. The daggers had been flying early in the morning this past week for hops.

“Did you really think my dad bagged two admirals, one of which is the compacflt, by doing nothing? Papa hit on dad first but dad asked him out first and then after seeing the unresolved romantic feelings between papa and Tata he locked all three of them in a room and shoved Tata into papas lap and said they aren’t leaving that room til either two of them are dead or they’re all together as a throuple”

Beau hid his laugh in Jake’s shoulder. These poor daggers thought Jake was a little shit at work. They were definitely not prepared for the full experience that he was when he was around his dads.

[anonymousacres]

Hi! I'm vee, and...I guess I'm doing one of these pinned posts about the fic writer things???

You might've seen me recently in the flower husbands, (mum)scarian, or other various ship tag recently! As I am under anonymous, I'm putting all my series here with a small description to check out :D

deck of cards: a Life Series inspired collection of related fics with an unnecessary amount of world-building, angst, drama, and polyamory just for the fun of it! Set in a modern magical universe. "hurt/comfort life casino poker mafia hybrid au" as put by deityoftherain lmao

Rated M, mind tags per fic. Deals with potentially triggering themes. Ships include: rendoctyn, eventual flower court (and all pairings within that), jizzie, and mumscarian.

mc fics by vee!!: a collection of my fics involving various hermit and empires characters. unconnected works unless otherwise stated within the work itself <3 happy endings are staples here.

Ranges from G to E. Mind tags and rating, thanks. Themes depend on the fic. Ships include: scarian, mumscarian, flower husbands, flower court (and all implied pairings), jizzie and jizztho, gempearleo, mythicalswamp...basically any ship that strikes my fancy.

Limited Life (Flower Court): essentially a small collection of rewritten limited life smp with flower court's povs. Complete.

Series rated E, 1/4 fics rated T, the rest E. Life-series-typical themes, as in violence and whatnot, but happy endings abound. Ships include: martyn/scott/jimmy/tango, and background polyhermits for spice.

So far, that's it. Thanks for checking this out I guess??? I still don't know what I'm doing here, but yeah. Enjoy :D

[v-arbellanaris]

I mean I always want to hear about Kal and Loghain. For Obvious Reasons. But also I don't know anything about Evadne except that I love her - doesn't she romance and then kill Leliana in her solo pt? How does that shake out in vee verse?

i love you. i dont think u actually know this but ur live reactions in the comment box of my fic is literally one of the main reasons i write (other than needing to purge myself of The Character), it's so motivating to watch you devolving into just needing to kill that old man for his various illnesses.

and YEAH i was contemplating doing that in her solo playthrough which im still kind of fond of doing. i never got around to testing whether the romance is still like active for lyrium ghost leliana, which would be FUCKED UP what the hell, but i think it's insane. evadne has soooooo much pent up rage about the chantry inside of her and preserving andraste's ashes is just like. the chantry is such a large point of contention between them bc for evadne like... leliana's Visions of the chantry are literally like. not reality at all. she wishes it was!!! but it's not. i think it's like... fascinating to think that evadne is what eventually pushes leliana to fight for mage freedom but it's still like... within the context of andrastianism. i think evadne gets chiller about it years on but at the time she's like 21 and she just got out of the circle and it's all too raw for her, that rage is too much.

in vee verse, leliana doesn't go to the temple of sacred ashes - it's kal, zev, sten and evadne. and when they get back, zev and kal basically take point on lying to leliana about it. but evadne and leliana have a massive fucking argument after alistair's coronation because leliana's going back to haven on the divine's orders to investigate the ashes, and evadne feels unspeakably betrayed that leliana would turn back to the chantry after everything, while leliana can't really understand what the issue here is. it's the messiest break-up when they were like... mostly sooo cute during dao period but like reality catches up once theyre outside life-or-death situations and they're fundamentally like. not compatible, because leliana is ultimately pious and evadne is a blood mage experimenting with blight magic and darkspawn and a grey warden commander. i AM considering evadne/morrigan in vee verse because if i had a nickel for every time i had a warden leave leliana for morrigan i would have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird it's happened twice. but also for halamshiral related drama reasons, and just to make the awful fereldan warden web of relationships go international JGDKGJDKFGJ

[zombie-hickey]

Warnings: Kinda angsty, pregnancy mention

Imagine you and Peter have a casual relationship, you know he doesn't want to settle down and doesn't want anything serious.... You try to accept that but end up pushing for more, only to get rejected. He doesn't wanna hurt you - honest. He cares about you deeply but he just isn't ready for that... So, you end up breaking things off and he's gone.

You find out you're pregnant and part of you considers trying to contact him to tell him, since despite how things ended - you wanted him to know. But.... Then you think 'I don't wanna tie him down or make him feel obligated to help me' because he made it super clear he wasn't ready for commitment... Sure, not the most sound decision you're making right now but you're doing your best here- ultimately you don't tell him. Deciding you can do this on your own.

.... It's only a few years later he shows up at a diner in town again and sees you, you're sitting at a table with a little kid sporting familiar silver hair... The little boy rambling at hype-speed about anything and everything, you just smiling and nodding. Doesn't take too long for the realization to hit Peter like a freight train.

[valscigarette]

hazbin hotel omegaverse headcanons

okay hear me out: in Hell, souls are automatically Betas unless they sell their sell or become an overlord. Selling your soul would turn you into an Omega, and becoming an overlord turns you into an Alpha. Overlords don't have to properly claim their contracted souls but some do for various reasons.

Alastor is obviously an Alpha, but he makes a point about not needing to use his dynamic to establish dominance in a situation (something he loves to lord over Vox, who he says relies on "cheap tactics")

Part of Husk's soul deal with Alastor was that, in addition to keeping his powers, he would also get to keep his Alpha dynamic and wouldn't have to change into an Omega. He'd been in Hell long enough to be worried, even if Alastor promised to protect him.

As a side note, Husk probably smells a bit like Alastor because of their contract.

While Angel is an Omega, Val would never go so far as to claim him with a bite on his neck. Val doesn't want to get that attached to him, and he's been dangling it over Angel's head for decades as something he might earn some day if he's good enough.

Vox and Velvette are Alphas as well. The Vees' ruts are synced and it makes for a wild few days.

Niffty is an Omega, Cherri is an Alpha. Although they're not a "made pair" (Cherri doesn't own Niffty's soul), they develop a really close bond after Cherri moves into the hotel.

Sir Pentious is an Alpha and he views the egg bois as his pack. He also pack bonds with the rest of the hotel residents pretty quickly because he's just that sort of guy.

Charlie is a beta, but she smells more like an Alpha so a lot of people assume she is. Lucifer and Lilith are Alphas as well.

Vaggie is also an Alpha; all angels in Heaven are Alphas, and her dynamic didn't change when she was left in Hell.

✨️I plan on writing fic for this verse ❤️‍🔥 I have some ideas but I also take requests if someone has stuff they wanna see!!! 🫶

[zaebeecee]

•ZBC’s Writing Masterpost•

You can find my AO3 account here.

This is a big ol’ post for my writing. Links to individual fics and brief descriptions under the cut. I’m also open for fic prompts, if you have any. I’m not a multishipper, so I’ll only write things I ship (with some exceptions), but ships I write for are also under the cut.

I mostly like to write romance from the aroace (demi on both counts) perspective.

Hellaverse

RadioDust

To Sever a Loveless Bond

Soulmate AU. Multichapter. WIP.

Angel and Alastor discover they are each other’s soulmates. This is unacceptable, and the obvious solution is to figure out a way to break out of this bond before the Vees do it for them.

Fight and Flight

Headcanon prompt from @alastorsfluffydeertail. Oneshot. Pre-ship.

The residents of the Hazbin Hotel are assholes who are currently in the middle of a prank war. On a completely unrelated note, Alastor is very much like a deer in one way: he is extremely easy to startle.

Drowning in Stardust (Master Post)

31 day writing challenge for October 2024

A variety of RadioDust one-shots

CasinoBomb

Risk and Reward

One-shot.

Husk reflects on the nature, and addictive appeal, of risk.

Zestial/Sir Pentious

…and so, the spider captured the serpent

One-shot prompt from @alastorsfluffydeertail

Sir Pentious requires information to fix his newest project. Zestial has a lot of books. Charlie thinks this is an easy fix.

Various/Multiple focus

Blitzø’s 13

Ocean’s Eleven-inspired fic. Multichapter. WIP.

When Blitzø receives a credible and threatening letter from an unknown source, he has no choice but to put together a team of hellborn and sinners for a little heist. The target? Lucifer Morningstar. The reason? That’s for him to worry about.

Hannibal

Hannigram

“It’s a surprise.”

Prompt one-shot for @fletchingbrilliant

Hannibal has business to attend to, but he says it’s a secret, and Will is left home alone. He takes this as well as you might expect.

Prompt Ships

Hannigram

RadioDust

Stolitz

Chaggie

CasinoBomb (Husk/Cherri)

Cannapple (Lucifer/Rosie)

Zestial/Sir Pentious

Moxxie/Millie

Fizzmodeus

One-sided RadioStatic

Staticmoth

If you want a ship you don’t see here and want to know if it’s an exception, go ahead and ask. My only hard no’s are HuskerDust, RadioApple, Chalastor, MothDust, and anything that makes Adam a good person (or that changes canon queer identities). I’ll consider just about anything else.

[mdhwrites]

so I've seen it in your fics so I just wanted to ask: what was the appeal of Clarvee?

There's not really a nice way to put this: It's Lumity 5178 for the TOH fandom. It's a weird, quirky-ish girl with a bully. For the brief moment it caught the fascination of the fandom, that was essentially the pitch but with one big addition and one big drawback: It had a fuckton more angst... But now you had to write an OC.

Part of what was compelling to me as a writer was this fact that it's kind of an original form of Lumity because we know very little about Vee and we knew fucking nothing about Clara besides her having been around for many of Luz's shenanigans. We didn't even know if she was actually a bully, just that she looks like a human Amity. Meanwhile, one of the big things we know about Vee is she wasn't maybe bullied like Luz... She was tortured. Literally. She grew up in agony and managed to escape. She has baggage, to put it mildly.

But also to be blunt, the TOH fandom doesn't actually like extreme angst. No one I ever followed seemed to actually do anything with Vee. I mean, more people did comics about Amity losing it at Hunter over Eclipse Lake than ANYONE ever did about the fact that Hunter probably was involved in Vee's torture as the emperor's right hand. Bare minimum, A Golden Guard had probably participated in it. The fandom likes the angst they put on the characters that reflects their own traumas and problems but engaging with actual fantasy issues and the like never really seemed to be as big of a part of it, bare minimum by the point of S2B. And that is important because you honestly already by then saw a lot less comics, WAY less animatics and just less more extreme output from most creatives in regards to TOH.

The other half of the problem is that the fandom had done so much Lumity already, including Boschlow which was already a Lumity clone, that even before it was canonical, a lot more people gravitated towards Veesha. After all, Masha is a goth, spunky, weird but also genuinely feminine and a teen and just overall a nice character that is already close to Vee. There's also more of an overt betrayal angle from confessing what Vee is that can mirror allegories to the LGBTQIA+ experience... With the plus side that Masha would be more likely to go "Would" to it than Clara would.

It was a blip of a trend for the fandom and if you actually read that work, you can tell that a lot of the inspiration came from being able to do whatever the fuck I wanted with Clara. That is was, even accidentally, a bit of me flexing my original writing skills as I did a lot of interesting stuff with how she views the world. I don't think Vee ever got a solo chapter, and probably stopped around the time it might have happened, because I just didn't find, nor even now, find Vee all that compelling.

But also Clarvee was also me coping for the fact that the end of Yesterday's Lie left a godawful taste in my mouth from its no win cliffhanger, which I fucking called wouldn't be actually followed up on or enforced by Camila. It was me trying to still love this and have the same passion I did... And well, a year later I'd be essentially done writing for TOH.

So much for that. See you next tale.

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[asciidot]

anymore angel vox? :3 how does he interact with other characters! /nf!

i am currently in Sketch Hell as i would describe it so ill be reblogging later when i can Draw but. Ramble under the cut

Firstoff i made the design because of a handful of fics which i read and stupidly forgot to save . Namely the one where he died for alastor, angelic interference, and the one where they made a fuckup on the books. (Ill get back when i find their names) . I just wanted to make the design for the sake of it and try to make his looks fit heaven and also my interpretation of vox, so hes intended to look almost like a character youd see on an old tv show but a bit more suave. I also wanted a space age head because i mean thats The Period of innovation and while there were certainly similar designs while he was alive its more symbolic of progress than actual progress. Then my brain started doing its thing and when i start thinking about anything for more than five seconds i get a bunch of pins and red string and become a full blown theorist who needs to connect everything to worldbuilding or ill die

so. I started a fic and if you find it you find it :]

ANYWAY! CLAPS MY HANDS

my angel vox.

Point the first! this isnt a vox goes straight to heaven, its canon divergence. Vox dies, goes to hell, and at the peak of his messy hell career he dies again and goes to heaven. Vox is not redeemed.

2. Vox is powerless. Heaven equalises people. It has rules, a lot of rules, and these are sown straight into their reality which cant be broken. He does however have free will and a silver tongue.

3. I think vox and sera would get along surprisingly well when it came to it. Sera is a 'tough love' sort of character, and does believe shes doing good in spite of it all, and is willing to do lesser evils. Vox cares about nothing but numbers and outcomes. This means that if they share a goal a lot of their approaches would also be shared, and i think theyd be fond of that.

4. Vox despises heaven. Just the fundamental concept of it. He does enjoy a struggle and he does enjoy pain, thats the point of being alive to him. Or well. dead. Its an uphill battle but its his uphill battle to fight. Also he just needs something to keep him occupied at all given times or he might just snap #adhd

4a. He also hates the residents, mostly because of very well earned trust issues how its not fun to talk to any of them. They just say whatever theyre thinking, no song and dance, no fine print, and vox loves fine print and searching for hidden meanings.

5. Emily is nice and almost tolerable but he would absolutely throw her off a bridge if it benefited him without second thought. He hates how much of a bleeding heart she is, but that seems to be a trait of everyone up there

6. Vox's relationship with himself is a complex mess. It always has been and heaven made it worse. Not only did it revert his body to how it was when he first fell but Angel Edition, hes barely mechanical anymore- and while being a good part machine was all part of hells punishment at the start for various psyche reasons (as well as how inconvenient it was) he had grown to worship and love his inorganic nature, and how much better it was than his faulty body . I have headcanons about that but that falls under spoiler territory for Said Fic. But heaven handing him back his flesh and blood is a massive massive violation of his boundaries and the moment he stops and actually starts thinking about what the hell has happened hes gonna break

7. The vees think vox is dead dead. Angel!vox would... have a strained relationship if he were to meet like that. On one hand, hes vox! Their vox! But like this he can't be his usual overlord self and while he trusts them enough to view them as friends, he wouldn't be able to face them as partners like this; business or otherwise. Hes horribly powerless and they need him on his A game.

8. Alastor (angel!vox punches the ground and eats drywall)

[emiplayzmc]

Random Headcanon ✨️

C!T!Glisten and Twisted Rodger don't remember any names of themselves or the Toons / Twisteds, so their minds supplied them with ✨️ nicknames ✨️ when they want to refer to them. Even if C!T!Glisten is told by another Toon, it's very quickly forgotten.

(Will update this with the update tomorrow ✨️)

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T!Glisten to T!Rodger — Detective

T!Rodger to T!Glisten — Nuisance

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Vee — Host

Sprout — Berry

Shelly — Raptor

Pebble — Rock

Astro — 'Moon' by both, 'Him' or 'Thing' by C!T!Glisten (usually in reference to his Twisted)

Bobette — Bauble

Dandy — 'Pipsqueak' by Glisten when Toon, 'That' when Twisted. Indiscernable noises for both by Rodger.

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Poppy — Bubble

Boxten — 'Boxy' by Glisten (the closest name he can remember), 'Pandora' by Rodger (he really can't remember the name Boxten but can recall Pandora's Box. Point and laugh at the nerd /silly)

Tisha — Keeper (like housekeeper)

Shrimpo — 'Kid' or 'Tiny,' sometimes 'Rat'

Cosmo — Cake

Looey — Clown

Yatta — Junk Food

Rudie — Hunter

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Toodles — 'Child' by both, sometimes Rodger trails off when referring to her and Glisten gets who he means

Connie — Spirit

Brightney — Switch (like light switch)

Finn — 'Sardine' by Glisten, 'Fish' by Rodger

Razzle and Dazzle — 'Twins' in reference to both; 'Puck' and 'Hamlet' (respectively) by Rodger; 'the sleepy one' and 'the calm one' (respectively) in reference to one part of them while they're Twisted (Glisten also just calls them by these ones regardless of if they're Toon or Twisted)

(Toon) Rodger — 'Detective' by Glisten, 'Impostor' by T!Rodger

Teagan — Her Grace

Ginger — Cookie

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Flutter — 'Lepidoptera' by Rodger, Glisten just confirms that's who he means when he supplies the word (he doesn't really call her by anything)

(Toon) Glisten — 'Mirror' by Rodger, 'Twin' or 'Me' by T!Glisten

Gigi — Thief

Goob — 'Craft' by Rodger, 'Thing' by Glisten

Scraps — 'Crafty' by Rodger, 'his family' by Glisten

Coal — 'Coal' (not that they remember her NAME is Coal, that's just the first thing their brains supplied to call her) or 'Terror'

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Just (mostly) simple things that their minds associate with the various Toons / Twisteds to refer to them and something I've been thinking about since writing the Concept Twisted Glisten + Twisted Rodger fic lol

[lavendulachronicler]

And The Moon Hung Low That Cold Night The Beasts Worked | Chapter 3 "A Lucky Break"

He downloaded a likely-looking app called Sinstagram and sped through making an account before taking a picture of himself. It was angled from below, with his eyes casting a smug gaze down at the camera as it took in the high ceiling of the tower above him and the various storefronts around him. He captioned it < Follow me now and you get to say ‘I was into Borealis before he got big’ > before sending it off with a giggle. Then he took the time to see how his competition fared. He scrolled with a smirk that was cool, casual contempt. Banal, banal, banal. Oh there were some hotties here, sure, but Borealis wasn’t seeing anybody who understood. He grinned. No competition at all. Oh, the next eternity was going to be fun.

The next chapter of my OC fic featuring Borealis, the bitchy, fabulous, and terrible demon only just finding his place in Hell under the Vees.

And then Alastor slides out of the darkness and presents him a fest of havoc to wreak. It'd be hard for any demon to turn down.

But Alastor can see, it's be harder for Borealis than most.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61362124/chapters/163391284