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Life or Death

My landlord is going to evict me. My only hope is that a few someone's give me enough to pay before my landlord wakes up.

Please!!! I won't survive being evicted and if I don't put together the remaining $2305 by midnight tonight I will be evicted.

A Demand for payment was posted on February 21st, days after I cured a demand for January rent post on the 2st of February. I cannot afford to lose my my housing. I've lost all of my international sales. This year has been particularly difficult so far because of reasons.

Buy a painting and be a miracle for a struggling artist.

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For your Valentine's Day prompts, I was wondering if you'd do Wilted Red Roses with Mel Medarda? Like a hate sex type situation. All specifics are up to you!

Have a great day! 😋

Yes, of course! This is definitely explicit so minors DNI kinda thing. But hopefully this fits the request! Mel might be a bit OOC ngl, but thank you for your patience on this!

Fic link: https://www.tumblr.com/sciencebecameouraddiction/776515163437350912/title-love-hate-you-author?source=share

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: love hate you

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: arcane

rating: M (It's explicit. I tried my best. pls dont flame me horribly. you lowkey highkey dom her, Mel might be OOC)

MINORS DNI

genre: enemies to lovers, mel and reader hate each other... we think.

pairing: mel x reader

summary: you hated everything about her. she hated everything about you. or so you both thought.

Request:

For your Valentine's Day prompts, I was wondering if you'd do Wilted Red Roses with Mel Medarda? Like a hate sex type situation. All specifics are up to you!

Mel Medarda was the name that could easily sour your day. Cause your body to lock up with tension and the lines between your eyebrows furrow so deeply it looked like you had aged twenty years. Her cold and calculated persona always bothered you as you sat across from her at the Councillors Table. 

Today, was just as sour and foul tasting when you saw her saunter into the room, her newest puppy, Tails, trailing behind her. Jayce was tolerable. His councilor counterpart ruined his presence for you. 

Rolling your eyes, you focused on the papers in front of you and your journal, reading over the research you were conducting before you had to go to this council meeting. You felt uneasy, the feeling of someone watching you and as you looked up you saw her staring straight at you. Raising an eyebrow in question, your face utterly displeased. Medarda’s responding smirk almost burned you as she turned to talk to Jayce again. 

As the meeting started, everything you said, everything, was met with opposition from her. 

“Councillor, I don’t believe that solution would fit for that area. Don’t you think it would be smarter to include some of the local floral selections, that way we are creating aesthetic appeal as well as providing support to the local ecosystem?” Her smooth voice striking you down.

“While that is a most considerate offer, Councilor, might I remind you that the area we are working with is quite small. Furthermore, the local fauna that you are referencing must be grown in open fields. It is also illegal for anywhere that it is growing for the land to be touched. We’d be damning ourselves for future improvements should we do something like that.” You shot back. Her eyes narrowing just the slightest, but seeing the nods of your fellow Councillors, you knew you had won this one. The next three you took hit after hit after hit. So much so that when the meeting was adjurned and she swept from the room, you quickly gathered your items and followed after her quickly. 

Finally reaching her office, you’re down the hall, your steps echoing as she unlocks the door, holding it open as you stop in front of the door. 

“Your steps are so loud they reverberated the foundation of the academy. I knew you were coming.” Her voice even and measured, made your burn even hotter. Walking in you round on her as she shuts the door. 

“I’m not sure what the ever loving fuck you are playing at-“ You’re stopped as she glides up to you and her mouth is suddenly on yours. Your eyes widening as her lips slot with yours, easily coaxing you into kissing her. Dropping anything in your hands to roughly pull her closer. Taking control of the kiss, it became more tongue and teeth. Quickly moving down to her neck, marking her, you hear her gasp as your hand trails from her hip to her breast, roughly palming it. You part, both of you panting. 

“Do you want this to go further?” You hear yourself ask. Her answering nod is all you need when you reach for her thighs and hoist her onto her desk. Wasting no time, your hands shove the skirt of her dress up and to her side. Your eyes meeting as she looked down at you between her legs, hand anchored in your hair. 

“Please.” Her whisper barely audible as a blush darkened her cheeks. 

“Look who’s so polite and nice now.” You laid your head against her thigh, pushing her left leg out and dragging your hand up to her core. Your first finger gently tracing a figure eight on the outside if her panties that grew wetter. “Are you desperate?” 

“Y-Yes.” Her answer sounding more like a cry and a part of you was so shocked to see how quickly she submitted to this. 

“How long have you wanted this, I wonder.” Inquisitive as you push against her with more pressure. Her breath stuttering in response. “Have you thought about this very scene while you lay in bed at night? Used your own fingers and wished it were me? Purposefully riled me up in hopes that one day it might end like this?” At that, your fingers swept the barrier keeping you from actually touching her aside as your first two fingers found her clit and started in a punishing pace. 

“Yes!” Her cry answered your questions, while simultaneously was response to you finally touching her. Her back arched as her eyes closed. 

“No.” You pulled your hand back and stopped. “Look at me.” As she looked back down at you, you smiled. A smile that was not comforting but like the Devil waiting to devour someone. “Do not take your eyes off me, understood?” You waited for her confirmation and once you saw her head nod, your other hand quickly helped rip her panties in half at the seam at the crotch. Her gasp seemingly echoed against the walls. 

“Gorgeous.” You admired her before gently licking up to her clit. Her gasp encouraging as you did it again. 

“Please, stop teasing me.” She begged from above you. 

“Like how you’ve stopped berating me in every Councillor’s meeting? Placing every road block that could be in the way of my plans into effect?” You asked as you inserted a finger into her, thrusting them in and out a handful of times until you had three fingers in her. Her cries now echoing off the walls, her hips attempting to grind into you for more pleasure, you held them down as she sobbed. 

Ducking down and drawing her clit into your mouth, you sucked gently letting your tongue flick against it as she froze against you. Her mouth open in a silent scream as she kept her eyes locked with yours and you continued to pleasure her through her high. Her body relaxed as you withdrew your hands and torturously gave one last rough suck to her clit, making her jerk and a plea start to fall from her lips. You were quicker, getting off the floor and placing a hand over her mouth. 

“You will stop instigating at Councillor’s meetings, understood?” Her head nodding. “Good.” You smiled as you kissed her, ensuring she could taste herself on your lips, finally winning a battle.

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Lucifer Morningstar Valentines night out? •3•

maybe some spice?

Of course! Thank you for your request and patience as it's taken me a bit to get to these! I hope you enjoy and that your Valentine's was wonderful!

Link to fic: https://www.tumblr.com/sciencebecameouraddiction/776514546618843136/title-dessert-author?source=share

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: dessert

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: M (not explicit but its steamier)

genre: romance / spice

pairing: lucifer x reader

summary: request:

Lucifer Morningstar Valentines night out? •3•

maybe some spice?

Valentine’s Day was not really something that you looked forward to when you were alive. You looked forward to it less as you were a sinner in hell. For the first time though, you looked forward to Valentine’s Day, Valentine’s month Lucifer had taken up to calling it. 

Tonight though, was your special date that he had planned for you both. Excited to finally wear the new clothes you had just bought, you got ready for the evening. Finally making your way downstairs from your room, fixing your sleeve as you walked down, your eyes were torn from your sleeve when you heard Angel whistle.

“Well, look who cleans up nice!” Angel yelled from the bar and you smiled and rolled your eyes as you finally got to the last step and turned to your left, almost running into Lucifer.

“Luce! Oh my goodness, I almost ran you over.” You step back apologetically as Lucifer looks you up and down. His eyes dark as a smirk grows on his face. 

“And you look gorgeous for almost committing manslaughter, sweetheart.” His grin is teasing as he takes your hand and spins you, pulling you into him. “You’re almost making me want to just stay here. I’ll show you a great dinner.” His voice low, as he wiggled his eyebrows. 

Chuckling, you look at him, “If that’s what you want.” He shakes his head and grabs your hand pulling you out. 

“No. I made these reservations eons ago. Even though I’m the King of Hell, I still had to be put on a waitlist.” His exasperated sigh made you chuckle. “We must go. But there’s promises for later.” Your responding blush made him chuckle as he led you out the hotel doors. Quickly he opened a portal and you could see the inside of the restaurant on the other side. He slide through and held his hand out, helping you through. You ducked down and stepped through, being taken to lobby that was much darker. The decor giving nods to Lucifer’s own decorations that he was so fond of, but they were in a much darker and almost smoky vibe. Bright reds exchanged for deep burgundy, maroon and wines, accompanied by a black that seemed to be even darker than the black that you knew. It was encompassing and almost overwhelming. You looked back at Lucifer, who smiled at you and then nodded to the hostess who was at the front. Guiding you to the back, Lucifer never took his hand off you. His thumb rubbed against your upper back, almost absent mindedly. Finally sitting you in a booth that was at the far back of the restaurant, the hostess smiled at you both and then left without a word. You sat down and scooched into the booth into the middle, Lucifer just looking at you with an eyebrow raised.

“What?” You asked, looking at him. 

“Why are you in the middle of the booth?” His head tilting, a knowing smirk present on his face.

“So, we can sit next to each other?” Your response came out more like a question. His answer was a chuckle as he also slide around the booth to sit next to you.

“Sliding in a booth is not normally becoming of royalty.” He whispered to you like it was a conspiracy.

“Oh, my goodness. I had no idea I was in the presence of royalty tonight.” 

“You are. The King of Hell himself.” He puffed out his chest, pridefully. 

“Oh! Oh my goodness.” You swiped a hand down his chest, dragging it back up, letting your fingers rest at the back of his head. Your nails gently tracing up and down the back of his head. You feel him shudder as you pull him toward you. “I’m so honored I’m in such esteemed presence tonight. For Valentine’s Day no less.” His face deepened in color to a bright red, his ears on fire and his cheeks even more so. He opened his mouth to say something but the words got stuck in his throat and came out as a moan. You quickly bend down and kiss his cheek. “You’re so cute.” 

“I-I am…” He started off, his voice much higher than normally, he cleared his throat and started again. “I am not cute.” His hands brushed off his suit.

“I think you are though.” You looked at him with the sweetest puppy eyes you could manage.

“Only you can say that.” He sighs, his hand finding your thigh and resting there. “If anyone asks, I am menacing and scary.” 

“Of course you are. You very much are that. But only to me are you sweet as honey.” You smile a touch posessive. 

“Only for you.” He rolls his eyes. “Now, I have dinner planned out, so all you have to do is sit back, and enjoy. Sound good?” He checks. 

“Sounds amazing honestly.” You smile and suddenly two drinks appear in front of you as well as two appetizers. You looked at Lucifer questioningly. He just smiles and picks up some of the bread that appeared and started to butter it, handing it to you. 

“Enjoy, my darling.” 

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“I think that is the best meal I have ever had.” You said as you finished the last bite of food in front of you and the plates magically vanished. You swirl your drink before finishing it as well, looking over at Lucifer. “I am forever grateful I met you and that you let me in.” You murmured.

“I’m thankful you even wanted that.” He said, bring you closer to him, his head settling in the crook of your neck, just barely ghosting his breath over your ear. “Thankful that you said yes when I asked you out.” He placed a kiss to your clavicle. “Thankful you put up with me.” A kiss placed higher on your pulse point on your neck. 

“Lucifer…” You heard yourself whisper as your hands rested on his waist, pulling him closer to you. 

“Shhhhh….” He murmured, not moving, continuing his path, “Thankful for your presence.” A kiss now was placed right below where your jaw and ear met. He pulled back, looking you in the eyes. “Thankful for you loving me.” He pulls you in and finally kisses you properly. You quickly draw him in closer, not feeling like it was enough. Like it could ever be enough. His hand traveling the path of your back while the other anchored in your hair, guiding your head as he kissed you. As you bit his lower lip, his answering moan had him pulling away, quickly marking up your neck with kisses and bites as his hand found its way under the skirt of your dress, gliding up your bare thigh higher and higher… until he stopped and pulled away. 

You looked at his lovestruck gaze, a whine stuck in your throat. “Luce…” you whispered, trying to pull him back. 

“No, no… I will have dessert, but not here.” He quickly got out of the booth and helped you up to your feet. He left money on the table and created a portal directly to his room. He picked you up and carried you through the portal to the bed. You smiled at him as he looked at you, surely disheveled, on the bed. A bit out of breath from the shock of him just picking you up and whisking you away. 

“I think you were promised dessert?” You asked and watched as he quickly took off the outer layers of his suit. 

“I was. And I am quite hungry.” He waggled his eyebrows at you before pouncing. He kissed you gently first. “Happy Valentine’s darling. I’m excited to celebrate the month with you.” 

“You’re ridiculous. But Happy Valentine’s Lucifer.” You smiled as he kissed you again and proceeded to rid you of your dress with a snap of his fingers. 

“Now where were we…” He asked as he kneeled in front of you. “Ah, yes… my dessert.” 

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Heyy! I'm here some some Valentine's day fluff!

I have an idea for Husk x fem!reader (established relationship)

Maybe Husk has been feeling insecure lately and feels that reader could do better than him. So she gifts him the cute "52 Reasons Why I Love You" personalized card pack? (I love those DYI gifts)

I think Husk would be so touched my something like that ❤️

I loved this!! Thank you so much for your request, I hope you had an amazing Valentines and I do apologize this is a bit late. But I hope you like it!

Link to fic: https://www.tumblr.com/sciencebecameouraddiction/776513899295014912/title-black-jack-can-mend-a-heart-author?source=share

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: black jack can mend a heart

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: PG

genre: angst / romance / fluff

pairing: husk x reader

summary: request:

Maybe Husk has been feeling insecure lately and feels that reader could do better than him. So she gifts him the cute "52 Reasons Why I Love You" personalized card pack? (I love those DYI gifts) 

“Well, hello there sugar.” A smooth voice came from your left side as you sipped on the drink Husk had kindly made you. 

“Hello! You must be new?” You ask, turning to look at the stranger fully. He was very attractive, and very tall, looking down at you due to his height. A smile that was more a smirk adorned his face. 

“I am.” He says, holding out his hand. “Names Marcel. What’s a pretty lady like you doing here?”

“Other than being redeemed, not sure much else.” You laugh.

“No, no, you got ya drink, why aren't ya mingling? Why’d I have to come over here to find a pretty thing like you?” He chuckles at the blush that appears on your cheeks and boldly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. For a moment you are glad that Husk had to step away from the bar. 

“I like to sit at the bar to keep my boyfriend company.” You mention, stepping back just a bit from the other demon.

“Oh, ya got a boyfriend? I’m so sorry then! I’ll be seeing ya around.” The other demon quickly steps back and walks away, the sigh leaving you is one of relief. You don’t see though, Husk standing in the doorway with a direct view of the bar, seeing the whole interaction. 

He always felt like you deserved someone better, someone more than him. He could see that this demon wasn’t owned by some overlord, and he came to the hotel for the same reason you did. He knew you had promised not to even attempt redemption until both you and Husk could do that together, but that seemed to be something that was in the far future. He sighed as he approached the bar, setting down the restocks that were needed and putting them away.

You could sense something was wrong. Husk was normally quiet but this was earrily off. Watching him closely as he paid not a bit of attention to you and was very focused on the glasses in front of him, you knew something was bothering him.

“Husk?” Voice gentle but loud enough to be heard by the bartender. His grunt of acknowledgement made your brow furrow and confirmed your suspisions that something was wrong. “What’s up, baby?” You said, coming around the bar and standing next to him, seeing his body freeze at the term of endearment. 

“Nothin’.” His grumble back was defensive yet, flippant, trying to get you off his back.

“Not going to happen this time, darling. You’re not shaking me so easy. What’s got you down?” You ask, wrapping an arm around him and looking at him, his eyes refusing to look at yours. 

“I-It’s nothin’.” His repeated answer gets a sigh from you and kiss on the cheek. “C’mon… tell me.” Your voice partially taunting.

“You’re ridiculous.” He pans, finally looking at you. 

“Yeah, but you’ve finally looked at me. So, I consider that progress. What’s going on?” Your hand reaching up to his face, gently smoothing his cheek, brushing up and smoothing the forehead crease he got when he was annoyed.

“That demon looked awfully comfortable with you.” 

“The one that was talking to me earlier?” His nod answers your question. “He wanted to know why I was over here and I told him I was keeping my lovely, handsome, sexy boyfriend company who just so ahppens to also be the bartender.” You smile at him as this gets the smallest smile on his face. It drops suddenly and you look behind you to see Alastor. A dark look passing over Husk’s face as he turns from you. 

“You deserve someone better than me. Like the demon talking you up.” He moves further away, his shoulders squaring as if he was preparing for an attack. “You should go find him, I wouldn’t blame ya.” You hum and quickly put two and two together. You slip away and don’t catch Husk’s eyes widen as you do, a quick mask pulled back over as his thoughts now went into overdrive.

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Finally, the gathering was done. The bar was closed. Husk was free. At least for the next ten hours or so. He sighed, ascending the stairs and stopped when he heard Alastor’s voice, “Have a good night Husker! Tell your lady friend I said hello!” 

Husk growled under his breath and ignored the other Overlord, hearing his laughs as he got to his room.  He sighed, resigned to a night alone. That was until he opened his door and found you sitting there on his bed. His room tidied up, and a pack of cards in your hands. 

“You’re here.” His voice sounded rougher than usual. 

“Of course I am.” Your smile and tone making it seem like this outcome was obvious. “I missed you though. I wanted to get you something special, so I grabbed a pack of playing cards and figured we could play Blackjack. I’ll deal?” You say and his eyes gleam. 

“I’d love that.” His head nodding as he walked into his room and shut his door, taking off his shoes and suspenders. He sits across from you as you take out the cards and shuffle. 

“How was the rest of your shift?” You ask.

“It was fine. Alastor’s a prick.” Husk grumbled. “Where did you go?” He asks, almost hesitant, like he doesn’t truly want to know the answer. You look up with knowing eyes and smile. 

“You’ll see in a minute.” As you finish shuffling and nod down to the bed, starting to deal. He sees writing on the back of the cards and squints, looking up at you for any sign of you seeing the same. You continue to deal and he picks up his card reading it. “I love your laugh, and how I’ve been the only on who’s gotten to hear it.”

His cheeks go red as he sees writing on your card and as if he was in a trance, he picks it up too. “I love watching you Bartend, you make drinks so effortlessly, its like magic.” 

He picks up cards as you keep placing them down, reading them, realizing that each card had something written on it that you loved about him. 

“I love the way that you look out for people.” 

“I love how you hold me after I’ve had a bad day.” “I love that you are so knowledgeable and smart.” 

“I love that you continuously try to be a good person.” 

“I love your wings.”

“I love how I can just look at you and we can communicate.” 

With the last card saying, “I love you.”

He looks up, tears in his eyes. 

“Oh no, Husk, was this too much? I’m so-“ You don’t get to finish your sentence as Husk launches himself at you, his mouth on yours immediately. Desperate and clutching at you like you were more important than air at that moment. His tears mingling with the kiss and even falling on your cheeks as you tried to sooth him by dragging your hands down his back and back up.

“No one…” His voice rough as he parts from you finally. “No one has ever done anything like this for me. No one has ever loved me like this.” His hands cradle your face. “Thank you.”

You smile back at him, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Of course. You love me just as fiercely.” Your hand brushes at his face, clearing the rogue tears. “I’ll be here to do so for forever.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” 

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Hello! I wanted to request for your Valentine’s Day fics one where Viktor is a secret admirer and starts leaving the reader little notes and gifts after reader says she never had a Valentine before. He’s just nervous to confess to her and is trying to build up the courage to.

Yes of course I can! It's a bit late but it is veryyy long! I hope you enjoy and that your Valentine's day was lovely!

Link to fic: https://www.tumblr.com/sciencebecameouraddiction/776513416119599104/title-your-heart-in-a-note-author?source=share

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: your heart in a note

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: arcane

rating: PG

genre: sweet fluffy romance, some angst, Salo hating

pairing: viktor x reader with wingman jayce but you have to squint

summary: never having a valentine wasn't something you considered a fault, until jayce opened his big mouth. now salo is trying to get your attention and you suddenly have a secret admirer?

Request:

I wanted to request for your Valentine’s Day fics one where Viktor is a secret admirer and starts leaving the reader little notes and gifts after reader says she never had a Valentine before. He’s just nervous to confess to her and is trying to build up the courage to. 

NOTE: its really long... like its long. just a heads up.

“You’ve never… what?” Jayce asks stunned. Your cheeks turn red as you glare at him. 

“No, I have never had a valentine, Jayce.” You respond, a tension migraine coming on as you looked at the man, knowing he meant well, but was hitting a nerve that you didn’t know existed. To most everyone you were happy with no significant other. It was a common ground that you and Viktor had found, as he too had not really had time for a serious relationship, nor really found the desire either. You had always had a small hope that maybe he would make the time for you, but that hadn’t happened yet, so it sat tabled.

“But that’s super important! Valentine’s is one of the best holidays to celebrate. It’s to show people in your life that you love them. That you care. You’ve never had a valentine?” He asks again. Your responding slow blink as your glare didn’t subside had the intended effect as he slowly backed off. 

“Not everyone needs a “valentine” to show love to others.” Viktor responded, being wholly unhelpful and completely quiet as Jayce got into one of his excitable moments. 

“Yes, but someone as lovely as they are? Someone should be your valentine. I would be but I’m Mel’s and she’s mine.” He said, very seriously. Neither you nor Jayce saw Viktor’s shoulders stiffen at that. 

“I’m going to find you someone! Mel will know someone!” Jayce said.

“What about Viktor? He doesn’t have one! Find one for him!” You protested as Jayce was already throwing his jacket on. 

“Nope he’s married to his work! I’m going to find you a special person for your valentine, don’t worry!” Jayce was out the door, with you staring, mouth agape after him. 

“Why doesn’t he choose you? You’re older than I am. You need someone first.” You grumbled as you grabbed the journal you needed from Viktor’s desk. He huffed in response and continued working as you groaned. This was going to be horrific. 

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The next day Jayce brings around Salo. He shows him some of the lab and you just get a feeling that something odd is off. You realize it all too late when Jayce mentions Valentine’s Day. 

“What are you doing for Valentine’s Day, Salo?” He asked, his question seemingly innocent. 

“Oh, most likely going to the Valentine’s Day party that is being thrown this year.” Salo raises a perfectly arched eyebrow. “Why are you asking, Tails? Want an invite?” He sneers. “Oh no, no! I was seeing if you were spending it with anyone!” 

“Oh I’m flattered Talis, but I am alone and not accepting company.” Salo’s response looks positively horrified. You look at Jayce trying to get his attention to stop this, knowing where it was going but he either doesn’t see you or ignores you. 

“No, I’m spending it with Mel, but I have a friend who is looking for a date.” Jayce says, peaking Salo’s interest. 

“Who’s the friend, pray tell?” Salo inquires, as Jayce points over at you. Your eyes wide as Salo glides up to you. 

“Oh, well, now… I may need some company after all now.” He smiles, and for some reason it makes your stomach twist. “I don’t believe we’re acquainted.” He holds out his hand, and as you take it to shake it, he kisses your hand. “It’s a pleasure. You need a date for Valentine’s?” Salo asks. 

“I-um… Well…” You stutter, your brain not catching up quick enough for a quip to get him to stop touching you. Jayce looks extraordinarily happy and you for half a moment want to throw him in the forge. Viktor suddenly appears at your side, a dark look in his eyes. His hand immediately grabs your elbow, for a moment grounding you. 

“I need your help with this equation.” He said, his voice leaving no room for argument, as you withdrew your hand. You smiled hesitantly at Salo.

“I apologize, I must go.” You say to Salo. Something registers in Viktor’s eyes as he looks at you and then Salo. 

“Ah, yes, sorry to pull her away.” 

“Oh, no worries. We can continue our lovely conversation later.” Salo purred as he pulled back. Jayce’s smirk not leaving his face as he watched Viktor pull you away from everything. You looked back to see Jayce speaking to Salo and then Salo leaving as Viktor guided you over to his desk by the small of your back. You looked at him questioningly, but much more at ease. 

“Thank you.” You whispered to him as he gathered up some papers for you.

“You are welcome, but I did need you, just so happened that it was at that moment.” Viktor said, handing you the papers and directing you back over with instructions to look over the equation. You nod, but look back over at the man who was now hunched back over his desk, feeling grateful but confused. For a man seemingly so sure of himself, his presence left you completely lost sometimes.

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With five days until Valentines Salo became a very annoying presence that would pop in to occasionally talk you up, flirt with you, bring you extravagant gifts… And they all made you sigh. You guess you appreciated his thoughtfulness, but even that was questionable because the man, since Jayce had opened his big mouth, had not taken any time to learn anything about you. So all the gifts that had been given were generic. 

Until today. When you walked in and surprisingly was the first one in the lab. You see your desk and a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, a few selections of chocolates, which you love and the pen that you were eyeing to buy, but wasn’t willing to spend that amount of money sitting there in the open. You picked up the pen and looked at it. You quickly realized it was customized. The color, which was your favorite was not available in the base line versions, and your name was engraved on it as well. You were inspecting it as you heard Jayce and Viktor walk in. 

“Whatcha got there?” Jayce asked coming up behind you. “Oh, did Salo leave this gift for you?” You froze, looking at everything and saw a note. Picking it up and opening the note as Viktor came to look on your left side, you read the note.

“Admiring from afar,

Your beauty is beyond compare.

My thoughts feel bizarre,

As you haunt them continuously.

-Your Secret Admirer”

“Not Salo.” You whisper, running your hands over the writing, that looked vaguely familiar but you couldn’t place it. 

“Getting popular, are you?” Viktor asked, a sly smile on his face,

“Oh, hush.” Your face heating up, as Viktor’s chuckle carried through the lab as he headed to his desk. 

You placed the flowers in a makeshift vase, and placed the chocolates next to it. Just as you were finished arranging everything, Salo walks in, looking at the flowers and chocolates.

“Oh, I see you got the delivery I sent you.” He says calmly, a proud smirk on his face. 

“What?” You gasped, looking at him.

“What!” Viktor ground out, whipping around in his chair with a speed you had never seen. 

“Yes, of course. I have to make sure my valentine receives the best.” He says. Your eyes narrow at him, not believing him completely. 

“The lab was completely locked all night and the only people who have a key is us three.” Viktor’s eyes narrow at Salo.

“I have my ways. Don’t you have papers to grade, assistant?” Salo cheerfully asked. Your eyes widened as Viktor was starting to get up. You and Jayce were quicker though. 

“Salo, that’s enough.” Jayce said, standing up and placing himself between you and Viktor. “Viktor is my partner.”

“Exactly, do not talk about Viktor like that.” You ground out. “And if this is from you, I do not want it.”

“You don’t want it?” Salo looks offended. “I do not want it.” You repeat. “You insult those closest to me, you haven’t taken any initiative to even learn anything about me… I do not accept your half hearted affections, Salo. You are a wonderful business partner, and that’s what we can stay.” 

Salo huffs, looks at the three of you and then leaves. Jayce sighs as he leaves. “I’m going to need to fix that,” He looks at both you and Viktor, “But it’s fine, he was totally out of line.” Viktor glares at Jayce.

“I’m not sure that I even want this anymore if it’s from Salo.” You sigh looking at the flowers and chocolate. “It just doesn’t make sense though. What Salo has been bringing and then this… He didn’t even mention the pen or the note.” You say, thinking out loud. 

“Then that means…” Jayce starts.

“It’s not from Salo.” You finish, your eyes lighting up. “But he took credit for it!” You look at Jayce and Viktor indigently. 

Viktor scoffs. “How does this surprise any of us?” He asks, walking over to his desk. Jayce sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“It doesn’t, just causes more problems to deal with.” Jayce mutters and stalks off to his desk. You sit back down and look at your flowers, gleeful now that they weren’t tainted with the thought of Salo buying them for you. 

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The next day greeted you with another gift from your new secret admirer, and no Salo in sight. Which meant it was a glorious day. 

Sweet Milk filled chocolates from the Undercity, a small trinket that you had been looking at weeks ago at one of the vendor stalls and another note. 

“Though some might try to steal my thunder, 

I’m much more subdued than lightning. 

But I must tell you that you are a wonder,

And that makes you so much more frightening.

-Your Secret Admirer”

“Frightening? Am I scary?” You turn to look at the two men across from you. “No!” Jayce starts, his hands emphasizing his point as he shakes them and his head at the same time. 

“I think what they meant, is that you are a wonder. You’re awe striking. And that is what is frightening to them, because you are so wonderful. They obviously feel some hesitancy telling you their identity. Must be some insecurity there.” Viktor says plainly. 

“You’re blushing Viktor! Oh, you must be thinking of someone that is a wonder too, huh? That’s where this sage wisdom comes from.��� You laugh, as you place the small trinket next to the flowers and continue about your day, a smile on your face whenever you saw the gifts that were starting to collect near your desk. 

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You wondered desperately who your secret admirer was. You automatically crossed off Jayce and Viktor, both seeming to have their own interests. Part of you was sad at that thought though, you sighed as you settled on your couch for the first quiet night in your apartment in a while. 

You had wanted it to be Viktor so badly. Shocked that he had never caught your stares as he worked, or how you would get there early so you could have coffee ready, or how you’d stay late just to spend more time with him. He was kind with a sharp sense of humor. Overly fond was an understatement of how you felt about him. 

It was obvious that he didn’t feel that way about you. Not after today’s talk and how he blushed? You wondered who he was interested in, or possibly even already dating. Was it Skye? They had known each other for a while, it would make sense. 

Your body tensed before relaxing, feeling tears prick at your eyes at the idea of Viktor being with someone else. Quickly blinking them away, you got up, rubbing your eyes harshly and brought yourself to bed. This bout of emotion must be from lack of sleep. Nothing else, and a good sleep would cure it. 

You settled into bed and drifted off quickly, your dreams haunted by golden eyes.

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By the time it was the day before Valentine’s Day, your secret admirer had upped the ante on what they had given you each day. On the third day, was a book about philosophy that you had mentioned in passing that you wanted, in addition to another book on theoretical physics, which you had been studying to see if the hex core could be utilized in some kind of instant transportation. On the fourth day, well, that was the first time someone delivered something to you. A man walked in with a delivery of half a dozen of your favorite pastries, coffee and lunch. Including lunch for Viktor and Jayce too. 

You all had sat around discussing who this secret admirer might be, no one coming up with anything concrete. 

“I swear I have seen their handwriting though.” You mused as you bit into your pastry again, not catching the small bit of creme that clung to your top lip. “It’s bothering me that I can’t remember where.” You pursed your lips. 

“Ah, you have something…” Viktor started, motioning to your mouth. 

“Oh my gosh!” You laughed and wiped the opposite side. “Did I get it?”

“No, no. Here.” Viktor quickly took his thumb and wiped across the top of your lip transferring the filling to his thumb which he promptly licked off. Continuing to eat his own pastry, seemingly not at all realizing what he just did, you and Jayce look at each other, bewildered. 

“Um, thank you?” Your voice unsure and confused. Viktor looked up, seeing Jayce’s questioning look and your face that turned tomato red, his eyes widened. 

“I apologize, if I overstepped.” He said, looking at you, his ears burning even brighter than before you realized. 

“It’s okay. You just took me by surprise.” You smiled, trying to reassure the man. Meanwhile your heart thumped loudly out of your chest as you finished the rest of your pastry trying to look like you were reading your notes. Missing Jayce giving a knowing look at Viktor. 

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Valentine’s came, and you were giddy. Getting dressed in the morning, you wore a cute outfit and sprayed a little bit of fragrance to commemorate the occasion. Jayce was already leaving the lab with a few dozen of roses. 

“Bye! See you tomorrow!” He yelled down the hallway. You watched him leave and as you entered the lab, you saw Viktor standing there seemingly staring after Jayce looking shocked. 

“The largest bouquet I’ve ever seen.” You chuckled. Viktor smiled.

“Eh, not the largest I’ve ever seen.” 

“Viktor!” You laugh and go over to your desk to find a note as well as a small jewelry box. You open the jewelry box first, and almost jump out of your skin when Viktor’s voice sounds off right next to you. 

“I think you’re supposed to read the note first.” 

“When did you become so invested in this?” You ask, still opening the jewelry box. 

“When I wanted to figure out how they keep getting into this lab.” He mutters. 

“Ah, so Jayce is helping them?” The tone of your voice joking, as opening the box reveals a stunning purple and blue opal pendant necklace. You blink and grab the note.

“The hexcore shifts colors like a rainbow,

But you shine brighter than it could ever know.

Meet me at the docks tonight a nine.

We could have dinner and wine?

-Your Secret Admirer”

“Oh my goodness, they asked me out!” You say turning to Viktor. 

“They did? You better be careful it could be a serial killer.” He jokes. 

“Haha.” You deadpan as you take the necklace out and start to put it on. 

“Here,” Viktor stops you, motioning for the necklace. “Let me help you.” You nod and turn your back to him. He gently places the necklace down and clasps it with ease, settling it against your neck. You feel his fingers start to drag down your spine, feeling a shiver course through your body. 

“Lasko,” His voice barely a whisper. Somehow he’s close enough that you feel his breath from the word against your neck. Your body overheating at his closeness, wanting to be closer. Suddenly, the doors to the lab swing open, bursting the moment like a bubble and entering in Skye. You both almost jumping away from each other.

“I have the reports for you! It took me a while but I got them together.” She starts off on what is in the reports and you sigh, looking at Viktor being swept away, feeling possibly more confused then you did before.

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With the day ending, you see Viktor still working as you were getting ready to leave, so you could go on your date. 

“Are you not getting ready to go on your date?” You ask, as you throw on your jacket. 

“My what?” Viktor’s head whips up at you, his eyes wide. 

“Your date? You obviously are dating someone. Don’t you have a date tonight?” You clarify as his shoulders physically relax. 

“Oh, no. I-um… no. No I don’t.” He looks off to the left. 

“Well, depending on how this date goes, I’ll dash and bring the left overs back. We can eat them together and I’ll steal whatever cake they have. Okay?” You say, feeling bad leaving him alone. 

“You’re too kind. Go have fun.” You smile and quickly head off to get ready. 

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The hour you gave yourself two get ready went by far too quickly. You found yourself standing on the docks, listening to the gentle breeze and the water lap against the shore, in a calming, rhythmic pattern. Almost drowning out the beating of your own heart in your ears. You focused on the sound of the water missing the footsteps of someone coming up behind you. You jump a bit, being taken from your thoughts as you hear a throat clear. 

Turning you see Viktor standing there with a small bouquet of flowers, your favorites again. He looks positively uncomfortable and nervous as his grip in his cane constantly changes. 

“Viktor?” Your voice asking more than stating the very obvious answer to the question you’ve had all week. “You’ve been my secret admirer?”

“I have.” He nods, looking almost for the first time in his life that if he were to talk more he might either fling himself over the dock to be sick or to get out of this exchange. 

“Did you want to be? Because you look positively horrified to be here.” You say, stepping forward. 

“No, I did! I-Of course I did. I’m just- Eh, a little nervous I guess. On how you’re currently perceiving everything.” He shrugs, looking away. The unspoken words being him worried of how you were perceiving him.

“You really went to the trouble of getting me all of those gifts this week? Even the sweet milk filled chocolate from the Undercity, that I mentioned one time that I liked?” You asked, stepping forward again. 

“Of course I did. I remember everything you say, because everything you say is valuable to me.” Viktor’s words are so earnest you stop yourself for a second. 

“I loved everything.” You whisper, taking the final steps so that you were chest to chest. He looks down at you, those golden eyes that haunted your dreams shining in the low light. 

“I had hoped you would.” He whispered, wordlessly handing you the bouquet. You take it in your left hand, your right hand reaching up to cup his cheek. Golden eyes widening at your closeness. 

“Can I kiss you?” Your voice brushing past him, feeling the responding shudder from his body. 

“Yes.” Is the only word you heard before your lips were on his. His left hand reaching to your waist while your tried to somehow pull him closer with just the hand you had anchored on his face. The moan in the back of his throat as you deepened the kiss was felt more than it was heard, but the small whine from both of you as you parted was almost in harmony. 

“I promised you dinner.” Viktor whispered. “We’re late.” 

“And wine.” You prompted the reminder, as he smiled at you. Almost as blinding as the sun itself on a summers day. 

“And wine.” Was his agreement as he pulled back and offered you his hand. Taking it in yours as you both began to walk back up the docks, you suddenly realized.

“I had recognized the handwriting on the notes!” You exclaimed. Viktor looked at you amused. “It was your writing. It was your hand writing!” You shake your head. “I’m an idiot.” 

“Your perception skills do leave much to be desired, but it worked out in my favor. I truly thought I had ruined everything by buying that one trinket you wanted when we were at the shops a few weeks ago.” Viktor chuckled. 

“I just figured someone was watching or you told them, since it was just us there!” You explained. “That’s not a great reason is it?” Realizing that your reasoning was not sound really. Viktor just looked down at you, still walking with a slight smirk. 

“I never said I loved you for your perception ability.” He kissed the top of your head as you leaned against him, breathing in the soft scent of his cologne and the smell of grease that seemed to cling to him. 

“Wait! You love me?” Your voice loud as you pull off him and round to face him, walking somewhat backwards. Viktor’s laugh echoing through the square. This was definitely the start of many amazing Valentine’s Days.

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Hi there!! I heard you’re doing valentine’s day fics!! Could i request a Rosie x reader! (Hazbin hotel)

And some soft aftercare / pillow talk!

thankyou lovely </3

Of course I can! I did more of the pillow talk mainly, so I do hope that is okay! Either way, I hope you enjoy and Happy Valentine's Day!

Link to fic: https://www.tumblr.com/sciencebecameouraddiction/775432131596976128/title-love-me-or-ill-wither-away-author

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title: love me or I’ll wither away

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: PG

genre: sweet fluffy romance

pairing: rosie x reader

summary: you just wanted cuddles and she would gladly grant you a thousand more.

Request:

some soft aftercare / pillow talk! 

“Cuddle me…” You whined as Rosie hadn’t returned from the bathroom yet. Her resounding laugh was your answer as you pouted in bed. 

“Rosie, I am going to die, if I don’t get to hold you right now. I am withering away from the lack of love right now!” You threw your arm over your eyes for dramatic emphasis. “Soon, I will be nothing! I’ll roll away in the cold, desolate wind traveling along the path of the lonely because my beautiful, overlord girlfriend wouldn’t love me!” You sighed, your arm still over your eyes, when you felt a whisper near your ear and arms snaking around your middle.

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we sweetheart?” Rosie’s voice low and somewhat menacing. You gasped slightly, turning and looking at her. 

“Finally, you saved me.” You smiled and pulled her into a kiss. 

“Saved you? Easiest thing I’ve done today.” She jokes as she pulls you tighter against her and you snuggle into her. 

“Mmmhmm, saved me from withering away, being blown away by the winds of the lonely or whatever I fuckin’ said.” You smile as she laughs quietly. Her face pulls out from your shoulder and she rests her head on your pillow as her hand traces your cheek bone. 

“You get prettier every time I see you. How is that?” She asks. 

“Mmm, whatever you put in the pinky fingers.” You joke as she rolls her eyes. “As if you’re eating them.” Her grin that results from your jokes is your favorite thing. 

“We have to go close the shop up officially.” You sigh and look at her, not wanting to get up and leave her or the bed. “You could always stay here and I’ll go do it, darlin’” She pushes some of your hair behind your ear. 

“No, you’ll be too far. I can’t have that.” Your nose scrunching at the thought.

“No, we can’t have that.” She echos, somewhat mockingly, swiping her finger down the bridge of your nose and smoothing the wrinkles. “But we have time to stay here for a while longer.” She smiles and pulls you back in closer again. You breath deep and exhale as your arms wrap around her waist and back. 

“I love you, pretty.” You murmur.

“I love you more, sweetheart.” 

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Hello!

I saw you are taking valentines request <3

Can I ask for one with stolas where they are friends and writing each other per letter and someday stolas wrote a love letter but never wanted to send it to reader- but did it in the end because he mixed up his letters?

Thank you! Wish you a good day/evening

Hello hello! I totally can and would be happy to!

I loved this prompt a lot and I hope you enjoy how it turned out! Happy Valentines Day!

Link to post: https://www.tumblr.com/sciencebecameouraddiction/775431428570791936/title-mistaken-letters-author

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title: mistaken letters

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: helluva boss

rating: PG

genre: slight angst, mainly romance

pairing: stolas x reader

summary: when the letters that you wrote were the only thing that got him through.

When the letters he wrote were the only thing that got you through.

Request:

Can I ask for one with stolas where they are friends and writing each other per letter and someday stolas wrote a love letter but never wanted to send it to reader- but did it in the end because he mixed up his letters? 

Writing letters to Stolas is what got you through some of the hardest times in your life, but also was where you went during the best times of your life to celebrate about positive things that had happened. Stolas was your best friend and closest confidant. 

You had photos from all the important stages of Octavia’s childhood and knew of the marriage problems that Stolas was facing with Stella. It broke your heart that someone so kind could be treated so cruelly. You had mentioned, kindly of course, that you felt that maybe he should seek a way to amicably end the relationship, seeing as neither were happy. This caused a very heated letter to be sent to you from Stella, telling you to “stay the fuck away from my husband and my family”. You hadn’t sent a letter after that, nor had received one from Stolas either. 

You sighed as you sat on your balcony, looking out over the Pride ring, recently moved up here from Gluttony. The red sky was very pretty, you mused. It made you miss you feathered friend even more.

Friend… you sighed looking down at the street below watching as sinners walked past. You had constantly wished to be more than friends. When you had spoken of others who would treat Stolas better, you only thought of you, as selfish as that sounded. You wanted to be the one to be there for him, but he had a family. You had a dream that was dying a slow death. You turned and walked back in, heading to your kitchen when you saw a letter zap itself onto your counter. You would know that celestial magic anywhere.

“Stolas….” You breathed as you reached for the letter and began reading. 

My Dearest, I do hope this finds you well. I have missed your letters deeply and I apologize for my own absence.  I took your advice. Stella and I are now divorced. It’s been hard on Octavia, but I think we are both happier. And now I can finally be truthful with you.

Your torn from the letter when a sharp knock is heard from your front door. You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to be torn away from the letter, but then the knock becomes incessant. 

“I’m coming!” You yell as you cross to the door, letter still in hand and open it, coming face to face with spindly, bird legs. Looking up you see Stolas, out of breath, disheveled and eyes wild. 

“S-Stolas?” Your mouth forms the word, his name, but it’s like your body has been knocked of breath. 

“I-uh-I see you’ve already read the letter I mistakenly sent.” He whispers, his shoulders sagging. 

“Mistaken? It’s addressed to me? What do you mean Stolas?” Your confusion prevailing over your shock of seeing him after so long.

“You haven’t read it all the way through then?” His eyes light up, hope glinting across them.

“No, I was in the middle of doing so before someone so rudely interrupted me.” You sass, leveling a glare up. 

“Wonderful, then let me just switch these out as I sent the wrong one dear.” He smiles sweetly and tries to grab the letter and you pull it away. 

“Oh, no. I’m reading this one. You can hand me the other too, but you’re not getting this one back.” You say backing into your home. 

“Please, just give it back, darling.” He says and starts toward you. 

“No!” You exclaim as you run to your room, him hot on your tail as he is yelling for you to stop. You make it to your room first with just enough time to shut and lock the door. You hear him bang on the door as he pleads with you.

“Please, I will beg if I must, don’t read it.” He whispers the last bit. You don’t answer and look down at the letter, continuing it.

And now I can finally be truthful with you. Your letters were some of the brightest parts of my day. Your perspective I cherished and your sassy little come backs never failed to make me smile, even on my most miserable of days.  I guess this is to say that I have fallen in love with you.  Completely and wholly. It is not the reason why Stella and I separated, I don’t want you to think that.  But I do love you, and I hope that you can say you love me too. Yours, Stolas

Your mouth fell open as you quickly snatched open the door, seeing the sorry sight of Stolas, hunched over and almost looking like he was waiting to have something thrown at him.

“I-I told you not to read it. I mistakenly sent it to you… I never meant to. I am so sorry.” He murmured, his head and eyes low.

“Can you bend down for me? I can’t reach you.” You ask quietly.

“You can just decline my advance from here, thank you very much. I don’t need pity.” His voice haughty, to disguise the anguish. 

“You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, now bend down.” Your voice leaving no room for arguments. He kneels in front of you, finally eye to eye. Your hand reaches up and brings his chin up so you can look into his eyes. 

“Your silly, you know that?” You smile and he looks indignant. Before he can say anything, your thumb swipes across his lip, rubbing over the break where part of his beak was and continuing across. A little whimper being dragged from him as his eyes shot open, not even realizing his eyes had closed. “I love you too.”

“You what?” His voice wavering, as his eyes searched yours trying to confirm what he heard.

“I love you, Stolas. I have for a while. Deeply, for everything you are, and are not and will be.” A smile spreading across your face at his cheeks burning bright pink. He leans in and captures you in a kiss, feeling more so than hearing his hum in his chest as he quickly deepens the kiss. Pulling apart, you gathered him to you and rested your head on his chest. 

“I’m not letting you get away this time.” He whispered, his voice rough, like he was fighting tears.

“They’ll have to pry you away from me, birdy.” You say, your words muffled by his chest as somehow pulls you in tighter, not letting you go. 

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HELLLO!! I was wondering if i could request some Rosie x Reader (romantic) if you have the time!! :)

How do you think Rosie would be with a Fallen angel reader! Would she care all that much about her partners origins?? Would she be more protective than usual givens hell’s discriminations. What would she think of their wings, ect. !!

Hello hello!

Of course I can! I loved this prompt and I am hoping I got this right! I think it's super interesting to think about how an angel would navigate hell when it's not Vaggie. Just someone who wants to blend in, and not be found out.

I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentine's Day!

Link to fic: https://www.tumblr.com/sciencebecameouraddiction/775430549118517248/title-a-little-bit-of-heaven-in-hell-author

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title: a little bit of heaven in hell

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: PG

genre: slight angst, mainly romance

pairing: rosie x reader

summary: everyone in hell can feel that you’re not one of them, but does it really matter when Rosie looks at you like that? 

Request:

How do you think Rosie would be with a Fallen angel reader! Would she care all that much about her partners origins?? Would she be more protective than usual givens hell’s discriminations. What would she think of their wings, ect. !! 

“Hey Rosie! I got the supplies you were needing for the shop!” Their voice announced through the back of the shop as they entered, carrying a large box filled with things like paper, invoices and even seasonings. “Alastair says ‘Hello’, too.” They mentioned as they sat the box down at the table that was at the back. 

Rosie appearing in the doorframe watching their lover unpack the box. “Did anyone give you trouble?” She asks, coming over and wrapping her arms around their waist. Rosie smiles, feeling them stop and interlace their hands with her, turning in her arms and facing her.

“Not any more than usual. I look Hellborn, but the people here can just… tell.” They sigh and roll their shoulders, a sign that their wings being hidden were bothering them. They once likened to hiding their wings as something wanting to constantly burst from their skin. It was uncomfortable like a pimple, but could be ignored. 

“You can let ‘em out here dear, no one will see.” Rosie murmured, and smiled as they sighed and their wings unfolded from behind them. Their eyes closing in relief, as Rosie’s hand darted out to smooth the top down, pulling full body shivers from her lover. Smirking, she looked back, seeing their eyes darken.

“You know they’re sensitive Rosie.” They almost pout at the Overlord. “I know, it’s the reason I love teasing you with them.” Her smile mischevious. A knock at the door interrupts them as eyes widen and Rosie quickly calls out, “Just a minute!” 

Looking back at her lover, she sees their wings fold back in completely, their long hair hiding their back as well. Rosie opens the door and sees one of the part-time clerks there. “Rosie, we need more invoice paper.” Thair voice rang through as quickly, Rosie looked back at their lover and sees them handing them a stack of the invoice paper they just picked up. The clerk eyes them hesitantly but nods, as Rosie hands it to them. A quiet ‘Thank you,’ is muttered and then the clerk is gone. Rosie sighs.

“See, it’s like they all know, at least on a deeper level that something is wrong… different… with me.” They sigh leaning against the counter.

“And I don’t care, darlin’. I don’t care that you’re an angel, or anything like that. So they will all just need to deal with it.” Rosie said, determination blazing in her eyes, begging for the angel across from her to see it. “I just don’t want to hurt you, Rosie.”

“Nothin’ can hurt me, not when I have you.” Rosie easily responds, wrapping her angel up in her arms again. “You’re my little piece of heaven in hell.”

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Heyyy I hope life is treating you well.

Whenever you get a chance, can we get a pining Husk confession to fem reader? Wingman Angel would also be funny if you wish 😆

I couldn't tell if requests are open or not. The top of your page said they are, but a post below said they were closed. So please feel free to hold off on this is you want to.

Hey there! Thank you! I hope life is treating you well too!

I totally can do that and this is going to be one of the first Valentines day fics I post today! I hope you enjoy!

Happy Valentine's Day! :D Link to fic: https://www.tumblr.com/sciencebecameouraddiction/775429836956205056/title-help-with-pining-author