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bunny584 · 5 months

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For I Have Sinned

“Let no one say when he is tempted, ‘I am being tempted by God’ For God cannot be tempted by evil.” James 1:13.

But Father Geto can be.

Newly appointed Chaplain of the Noble Court, Suguru is a reformed sinner. Sanctity, discipline and celibacy are commandments of his choosing. A devout servant of the Lord. Armored with the Breastplate of Righteousness, the Shield of Faith.

This should be sufficient enough to withstand temptation.

Right?

Pairing: Geto x Female reader

C/W: Religious themes, dark romance, eventual filth. 18+. MDNI.

A/N: Holy hell. Anon, you sick, twisted genius. You, the puppeteer. Me, the puppet who writes. This one — this story might be the one. Frothing at the mouth to know what you guys think. Going on AO3 for sure. I haven’t decided if I will keep this long fic series here, but since it was an anon ask its only right to honor them with the first chapter.

Art credit: @ potchi_jpg on X

Music: Garden Kisses x Giveon (this was on a manic repeat for at least an hour. It wrote the chapter. I implore you to listen and levitate like I did).

CHAPTER I. Hello, Duchess.

Andesite. Dacite. Schist.

Gorgeous.

Suguru takes a mental note of the rock formations whizzing by just before he spears the Aegean Sea. Tailwind force trailing his feet in an elegant whirl.

Eh, mediocre landing. He’s out of practice.

It’s true. Seminary did not allow for too much idle time in between biblical studies. Devil’s playground, and such.

And it’s not in his nature to half-ass any life endeavor, whatever it may be.

Suguru deftly levels out in the welcoming waves. Loose-limbed and fluid. Choosing to hover below her surface for a few moments longer. The tail end of his thick, singular French braid undulating behind him.

His body flows in tandem with the current. Swimming deep enough to scatter a pool of Fagri. He instinctively captures one in his large hand — not quite as out-of-touch as he thought.

‘Make it to shore! If Poseidon calls, don’t answer Him, son!’

The gentle fisherman called out each time Suguru dove off their vessel. Still two or three, sometimes up to five miles from the coast, he’d plunge into the waters. Regardless of her mood, Suguru craved to be surrounded by her embrace.

To be baptized by her tide.

Showered with her salt of the earth.

A dampened smile blooms across Suguru’s terse lips. Oxygen bubbles float about, from the muffled chuckle escaping him.

His father’s voice rings between his ears. A little less clearly, nowadays.

He always dove deeper than his fellow seafarers. Without the restraints of gear or protective equipment. Unnaturally comfortable in an element more labile than human nature.

Suguru’s father mused about his Stormborn boy’s true lineage.

‘Everyday, I prayed for you. Begged for you. And the God of the Ocean delivered a precious gift. Don’t return to His storms too soon.’

Fond memories, a little yellowed now. Callouses from those days have faded.

Suguru is a different man. Born again. In a new country. With a new home, a new purpose.

Even still, it’s comforting to know the world is 70% water, 30% land. And the Great Majority has always welcomed him with open arms.

No matter the iteration of his life, he’ll always find a home at Sea.

“Father Geto!”

What?

Suguru begins his ascent. He is still by the cliff edge. Not nearly far enough for the Sirens to beckon.

“Chaplain! Are you out there?”

Not even the saltwater penetrates his ears like this melody.

An ethereal crescendo. With all the grace and beauty of a summer swan. Light enough to lull stoic men to a peaceful, permanent, slumber.

More alluring. More disorienting than the songs at sea he’s heard and resisted. Potent enough to drown a warship.

Who is calling for him?

Suguru chases the lethal sound. Careful pauses at each depth-level. To avoid returning to Poseidon’s storms too soon, as his father would say.

“Father Geto!”

Ahh, a voice he recognizes. His alter boy, Noel, at the peak.

Helios is kind, today. Because the Sun kisses Suguru as he breaks the surface. If the Ocean is his home, the Sun is certainly his lover.

“What is it, Noel?” He calls in between strides to the volcanic edge.

“You have a visitor!” A tremble to Noel’s tone. Suguru cant help the low chuckle that leaves him.

Adolescents are always so anxious. Nervous about the most inconsequential, meaningless things. He was once the same.

Who could be visiting? His schedule is supposed to be cleared today.

Suguru laments leaving his clothing at the peak of the cliffside. Tossing a glance over his left shoulder - memories of his past life tattooed in various symbols. His back, covered in a sprawling trident.

A permanent stain from the life he lived before this. It’s unbecoming of a priest to be seen this way.

Latching onto the unforgiving rocky edges, Suguru scales the steep terrain in long steps and short holds. Serrated earth digs into his damp palms with each grasp.

He savors the pain. It’s familiar. An indication that he’s spent some time in the only other place he finds unfettered peace.

“Noel, my schedule was cleared. Who could be—“

“Pardon my intrusion, Father Geto.” You seep into Suguru’s sentence, effectively answering his question.

Music.

Suguru nearly falls backward off the ledge he just set foot on.

Rumors about your beauty pollenated the compound for weeks. Anxiously anticipating your arrival. Hushed voices between maidens. Whispers within the walls of parlors. Bellowing gossip between court officials.

All the words, all the speculations roll around Suguru’s skull. Louder than glass shattering in an empty room.

They were wrong.

Liars.

Not even a tenth of the truth can be found in the frivolous ‘she’s a beauty’, ‘what a pretty face’ and comments of the like taking root in the compound.

No, no.

You were sculpted by every single Deity Suguru has ever studied.

Because the One he has chosen to worship couldn’t have possibly crafted you alone.

The good Lord is simply without the means.

Suguru will have to repent for that blasphemous thought later.

…but God granted him eyesight, no?

Eyes that can see underwater with the same clarity as a cloudless day. He trusts his eyes more than any part of his body.

And they aren’t deceiving him.

Flushed and turned away, Suguru takes a moment to soak you in, while patting himself dry. Maybe taking a little extra time to step into his khaki slacks and white button up.

His wind pipe threatens to spasm with each sip of you he takes.

Exquisite woman.

You could convert a non believer in an instant.

The gentle slope of your nose, those warmed soft, high cheeks deserve to be cherished in a museum.

That dress.

The tailor must’ve sewn it to your body in real time. Rolling hills and dips of your feminine curves. So quick to surrender to the ride your frame is taking him on.

Suguru could fall to his knees and praise the Gods right here and now for their attention to detail.

“Duchess? I’m embarrassed. Forgive my attire, I wasn’t expecting visitors today.”

Still damp but fully clothed, Suguru walks forward with a steady hand outstretched. Intentionally skipping eye contact with Noel, who would’ve interpreted the glance as anger. The boy is practically vibrating in his periphery.

Concerned about possibly making a mistake, sure. But if Suguru were still a betting man, he’d bet your presence is driving Noel’s rattled nerves.

“I’m the one who should be asking for forgiveness!” Unveiling your face to him with a gorgeous smile, you offer a delicate hand that drowns in his.

Well.

To call it just a gorgeous smile makes him no better than the rumor mill and its grave underestimation.

The air around him is sliced to a fraction of what it was. Suddenly gossamer thin and inadequate.

You are breathtaking.

“Please.” A deceptively even tone and casual wave of his hand. You wouldn’t know that words taste like sandpaper.

“How can I serve you, Duchess?”

“You do not have to address me as such, Father. I’m not wed, yet!”

Bunny lines along your nose deepen when you laugh. Heat scorches Suguru’s ears and you both are presently under shade.

Do. Not. Covet.

“It’s all the same.” With a restrained smile, Suguru peels his eyes away from yours.

Resting them on his rectory in the distance. He gestures his hands forward. Noel scrambles ahead of you two, undoubtedly to go tidy the chapel (that is already spotless).

“You’re quite the swimmer.”

You could assassinate him, you know.

With that voice of yours. The way it stuns his senses. Far more dangerous now that it isn’t dampened by unrelenting waves.

Suguru is a strong swimmer. He knows it. Noel knows it. The whole court knows it. Great Whites know it.

So why is his spine unraveling at its seams when you say it?

Why is his heart knocking against his sternum like it’s on the run from something?

From someone, rather.

“Mmm.” Suguru hums through closed lips.

Unable to acknowledge the compliment with decorum. He opts for diversion instead.

“Duchess, if I may. What prompted your visit to the chapel? How can I serve you?”

The two of you take lazy strides along the cobblestone path. You ogle at a white rose bush that Suguru is particularly fond of.

“I was touring the compound and noticed the garden surrounding the Church.”

A distracted response, while nestling your nose in a pretty bloom. Sun rays fanning your face as if to showcase that you’re God’s favorite. A biblical example of how flowers should be enjoyed.

Is it just the roses? Or are you this beautiful no matter the plant?

“Ahh. Come, then.”

You’re being indulgent, Suguru.

Maybe so. But the Chapel Grounds are his domain. The greenery lives and breathes under his fingertips. He adamantly refused a groundskeeper for the garden. Taking pride in nurturing its needy existence.

Second only to his eyes, Suguru trusts his hands fully. They’re intelligent. Fast. Expansive.

Definitive. Firm when the situation calls for it, yet gentle. Quick to learn.

Attentive.

He’s never gotten a shortage of compliments on his hands—

“Wisteria!” You torpedo through Suguru’s rapidly disintegrating spiral. And he couldn’t be more grateful.

Regaining a shred of control, he leads you under the oak archway. Draped in curtains of Wisteria. The billowing lilac petals sway romantically in the sea breeze.

Your lips hang open in a pretty, shocked ‘Oh.’ Eyes wide, gazing up at him in wonder. Adoration woven into those beautiful features slams hot and heavy into his lower abdomen. Remnant embers warming below his belt line.

Suguru coughs to reset his over-sensitive senses. A futile gesture because you knock him right back down to his knees.

“Oh, Father…..please?” A soft plea rolls through the slit in your lips. Pulling his eyes down to your pout.

Fuck.

The rock formation Suguru took note of earlier suddenly materializes in his throat. You coated his honorific in a new tone. Breathy and desperate. As if he is the only person who could satisfy your needs.

His skin is half a degree away from melting clear off his skeleton under those big, warm eyes of yours.

“Specify your request, Duchess.”

Both hands jam into his pockets so he can dig his nails into his thighs unnoticed. The searing pain tethering him to this dimension.

A deep rose blooms over your cheeks. Realizing you hadn’t actually asked him a question before begging.

So, prettily.

“May I please tend to your garden? It’s…I’m far from home and gardening brings me so much joy. Please, Father Geto—“

“Yes.”

His agreement comes well before Suguru is ready. Or, thought it through.

Should a noble woman be seen doing tasks as menial as gardening?

Should you be seen without your fiancée on his grounds?

What will you look like?

Kneeling over a bed of sunflowers?

Kneading the soil with your delicate, small hands—

“How can I thank you?” Your lips curl into an intoxicating smile. And Suguru no longer has the capacity to be in your presence.

“No need, stay as long as you like. I have to take my leave.”

Suguru offers a curt wave and terse smile before spinning on his heel. Leaving you, a work of art, beneath the masterpiece that is his arc of wisteria.

He barrels down the Chapel corridors at light speed. The pews, confessional, meeting rooms whirl by his periphery in a drunken haze.

Cold water. Cold water.

The wooden bathroom door creaks and wails beneath his harsh touch. Suguru fumbles with the two-level lock.

He nearly strips down naked. The fire incinerating him from within is unbearable. If there were scissors within grasp he would’ve cut his braid completely off. Because even the familiar sway of his waist length mane along his back is too much.

You are too much.

Suguru’s fingers unravel his braid and reposition his locks into a tight bun. Off the damp skin along his neck.

‘Father….please?’

Your voice echoes from Suguru’s incapacitated brain down to his drooling cock. Icy water splashes against face.

Suguru’s length has been weeping since you first revealed your face to him. Twitching and thrashing with every single word that came out of that pretty, sinful mouth. He’s never been so grateful that today he chose to swim with compression gear, rather than his usual bared skin.

Are you doing this on purpose?

Wide eyed and demure. But with a voice more beautiful than any siren that has tried to lure him to his watery grave.

Is this a test?

Suguru’s fingers desperately grasp the golden cross around his neck. Digging the symbol into his palm.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners…” He starts. Ignited, smoldering violet eyes staring back at him are unrecognizable.��

They are not of God.

They are dark.

Lust filled.

“Now. And…and at the hour of our death.” Words slip through his gritted teeth. His other hand grips the sink edge.

‘May I please tend to your Garden?’

“God. Please.” Suguru is the one pleading. To anyone above.

For self-control. For reprieve from the shape of your lips when you beg. His cock bucks against his inner thigh. Demanding attention to the ache between his legs.

Are you Eve?

Have you come to destroy his Eden?

Your delectable mounds barely hidden beneath that fucking dress as the Apple?

“Holy…Holy Mary, Mother of God…pray for us sinners.” His vice grip around the cross tightens. Babbling words he hopes can provide him with some restraint, some clarity.

They don’t.

Because his other hand now hovers over the pulsating bulge in his slacks. His manhood starved. Especially having been deprived of touch. Of warmth for longer than Suguru remembers.

“Holy…Mary…fuck.” Blasphemy rolling off his tongue.

Scorching heat radiating from his hovering palm pierces his clothing. Encasing his cock like a warmed blanket. Enticing him like the soft sex of a woman. Every single muscle is under wire tension. Forcing space between his need and his hand.

His hands. Don’t forsake him now. He trusts his hands.

“Father Geto? Are you alright?” Noel’s call from the other side of the door startles Suguru still.

“I’m—“ Suguru clears his dry throat “I’m alright, Noel. What do you need?”

“I saw you run in here and—“

“I’m okay.” Suguru replies, more softly this time. The boy is almost too tender-hearted for his own good.

He doesn’t miss the small sigh of relief.

“I left your updated schedule on your desk.”

“And what would I do without you?”

Suguru can almost hear Noel smiling across the barrier. Gleefully padding away. Completely unaware that his presence was the saving grace from disgracing himself.

Another splash of cold water on his face and multiple deep breaths later, Suguru finally gains enough composure to emerge.

Curious about the updates to his schedule, he strides to his office. A leather folder awaits with his itinerary.

Saturday: 0800 - 1000- Youth lecture

Saturday: 1800 - 2000 - Evening mass

Sunday: 0700 - 0900 - Morning mass

Sunday: 1300 - 1400 - Pre-Marital Counseling [CONFIDENTIAL]

“High court, then.” Suguru muses to himself. Pulling out the envelope with a matching demarcation. Meant for his eyes only. Should the seal be broken en route to the recipient the offender could be sentenced to death for treason.

And at this moment, Suguru finds that fate less painful than the spear currently piercing his lungs.

His eyes burn into the names written at the bottom of the page.

The Duke Ahriman & The Duchess-to-Be.

Chapter II

E/N: Hello from [redacted]. I am literally losing my shite. I’m already in love with the plot before it has even fully materialized. And prince-of-the-sea-Suguru? This headcannon has me in a chokehold I fear. Thank you for reading 💋

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tilleternitydouspart · 7 months

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Little Bunny Overlord Hopping Through His Forest

In Hell’s social hierarchy, Overlords are above sinners. This is the unspoken rule that has been created since the beginning of hell itself. The elite club run by Carmilla Carmine come together when summoned to discuss and eliminate potential threats to each of the various souls they have all collected.

But a new overlord had been summoned which caused quite a few to turn their heads with confusion…: Y/n L/n The Bunny Overlord.

When heard about the latest member of their elite brand, Many members struggled to contain their laughter….But soon regretted it as a little scarlet red bunny emerged in front of them…..And bared their fangs, Biting off their fingers and ripping the flesh off the others as they hopped right back to their owner.

Only one laugh remained.

Alastor was perhaps the most sadistic of the overlords, Hiding in the shadows to find the most vulnerable souls and crafting the perfect deals to keep a tight hold of them. But who could forget that he held his position by getting rid of his fellow overlords and broadcasting their screams of agony on the radio.

So he was intrigued with this mysterious new overlord who had risen to power in 2 years before he returned. Alastor was pleased as punch when he witnessed the warning that they had brought.

The Bunny Overlord was always listening.

In the days before the next meeting, Alastor wanted to find out more about the overlord so he sent his shadows to seek out this hidden overlord. Taking a sip of his tea from his radio booth, The shadow returned with an invitation for him, Sinking back behind him as Alastor started to read with a grin on his face.

Dearest Alastor, I am writing to inform you that I request your presence at Bunny Bliss Boutique on 10 Heartbreaker Avenue, Looking forward to your reply! I understand if you are too busy or cannot make it. Regards Y/n L/n.

Taking a moment to adjust his bowtie, Alastor teleported to the overlord’s location, Smiling as many employees started to move out of his way, Hearing them whisper amongst themselves before going back to work as he made his way towards the front desk.

Alastor: “Hello my dear fellow, I was just in the local neighbourhood when I got this delightful invitation from your employer!, May I enter your charming establishment?”

Secretary: “Please hold on a moment sir”

Taking a moment to look around the building, Alastor noticed various bunnies hopping around, Some were flying, Others were causing objects to float around and one….seemed to be staring at him.

The same one who teared the finger off and hopped off causing the meeting to end early.

It cautiously approached him, Jumping up onto the desk and sniffing him as Alastor picked the bunny up and held it in his arms as the secretary finished their phone-call.

Secretary: “Sorry for the hold up sir, Miss Y/n will be waiting for you on the 6th floor in her office”

Alastor smiled, Bowing as he teleported to the 6th floor, Approaching a golden archway as two hellhounds glaring at him before beckoning him to follow.

As they made their way into the office, Alastor took in the scenery in front of him, A waterfall feature that seemed to endlessly sparkle, A bar station that seemed to rival his own back at the hotel and finally a comfortable living area where several bunnies were watching TV.

Alastor seemed to realise that it wasn’t a Vox-tech certified television which made him wonder how powerful this overlord was. Realising he was still holding the bunny, Alastor set the bunny down carefully, Watching as the bunny hopped over to a set of pink crystal stairs.

??: "Miss Y/n?”

Y/n: *Distant* “Yes, What is it?”

??: "The Radio Demon is here to see you”

Y/n: *Distant* “I’ll be right down!, Tell him to make himself at home!”

The hellhounds left him alone as he wondered over to the living area, Inspecting the Television as some of the bunnies hopped onto him with one landing on his head, Letting out a slight chuckle before noticing several magical trinkets on display.

Y/n: “I see Angelina has taken a shine on you”

Finally he was meeting the bunny overlord, The same overlord who sent one of her own to send a message and….he was speechless Why was he speechless?.

A petite bunny with short blonde hair, Small elegant horns that seemed to endlessly change colours, Her eyes shining with shades of crimson and black staring up at him as she seemed to have a bright smile on her face.

In that moment as Y/n stood before him in her radiant attire, Draped in a glittered gold and red dress that seemed to defy the boundaries of what fashion could be in Hell, Alastor couldn't deny the aura of playfulness and elegance that surrounded Y/n as Angelina hopped into her arms, Nibbling on her long black lantern sleeves causing her to laugh.

He was…captivated.

Y/n: “It’s such an honour to finally meet the legendary Radio Demon himself, Your broadcasts are one for the history books”

Alastor: “Well the pleasure is all mine, After all it’s not everyday in hell that I meet such a delightful creature such as yourself”

Taking her hand, He planted a small kiss on her paw, Making her blush as she bowed in front of him, Quickly noticing the remaining bunnies on him.

Y/n: “Girls!, Get off him, Show him some respect, I’m terribly sorry, They always seem to get excited when someone new comes into the office, Shall we continue our conversation upstairs?”

Alastor: "Of course, Lead the way darling”

Heading up the crystal stairs, His eyes seemed to stare at what angel would describe as cute. The dress seemed to cling to her petit figure with a touch of allure in the air, Watching her tail twitch as she gazed back at him.

Y/n: “It’s rude to stare Alastor”

Alastor: “My apologies dear, It seemed my eyes wondered off on their own”

Hearing her laugh sent pleasant shivers down his spine as they headed towards her desk as she held out a chair in front of him, Smiling as he sat down, Playfully chuckling at her as Y/n set down a teacup before sitting down in front of him.

Y/n: “I’m truly grateful you accepted my invitation so soon Alastor, To be quite frank if I had known you were coming so soon I would have visited Rosie to see what delectables she had to offer”

Alastor: “You know Rosie?, Not many demons have the pleasure of entering Cannibal Town without being swarmed by the hoard of hungry children playing in the streets”

Y/n: “Well, I saved a few of the children from being hurt after their toy wondered into one of my districts and I made sure they got home safe, Well Rosie insisted I stay for a cup of tea and one thing let to another and we became friends”

Alastor: “Hmm” He took a long sip of his tea as Y/n gazed at her bunnies who had followed her up and started to hop over to her desk.

Y/n: *Sighs* “Look, The reason I asked you here is…um, Is actually for a request”

Placing his cup down on the desk, Alastor smiled, Watching as Y/n gazed down at her lap with his shadow towering over her before being shooed away by Alastor as she finally looked up, Taking a deep breath before…

Y/n: “How did you gain respect?”

The sound of an audience laughing filled the office which included the sound of the Radio Demon himself, Holding himself together as she tried to remain calm but inside felt childish. This was Alastor, The infamous Radio Demon, The man who broadcasted his victims screams of agony for all eternity as a remainder on who they were dealing with.

She had to remain confident in his presence.

Alastor: “Oh, Forgive me my dear but I haven’t had a good laugh like that since the stock market crashed, Oh so many orphans”

Y/n: “..I’ve only been in power for 2 years and only recently have I gotten the ‘overlord’ position and yet… Demons think I’m a joke, A dumb bunny who probably got where I am by ‘sleeping around’ but Alastor..You’re back from being gone for 7 years and yet demons know to respect you!”

Jumping up from her seat with a smile on her face took Alastor for a shock, Her smile..It made something in his dead cold heart beat as she continued to gush about his overlord status before taking a breath, Noticing she was rambling.

Y/n: “What I’m trying to say is…Will you teach me about being an overlord?”

The Radio Demon hummed, Watching her ears twich with anticipation as most of her bunnies surrounded her before noticing the scarlet bunny known as Angelina hopped onto the desk, Sat in front of him and started to widen her eyes, His shadow appearing with a curious expression as Alastor picked up Angelina and walked over to Y/n, Her eyes widening as he bowed to her.

Alastor: “Well my dear, You’ve twisted my arm but being how you’re already the bee’s knees, I’m not quite sure how Hell isn’t fallen for your heavenly charms”

Noticing her blush, Alastor took her paw and lead her towards her balcony, Watching as many demons on the streets below started to gasp and take photos as he picked Y/n up bridal style, Smiling as Y/n could only stare at the large crowd growing down below.

Y/n: “Umm Alastor?, Forgive me for saying this but…How is this helping me be an overlord?”

Spinning her around before taking her back in, Alastor set Y/n down aware of her confused expression, Adjusting his bowtie before making a bouquet made of gorgeous white snapdragons appear.

Alastor: “My dear, It is quite simple....and one lesson my darling mother taught me”

With the help of his shadow, Alastor used his magic to create a small box engraved with a crisscross heart with symbols surrounding it, Grinning up at her.

Alastor: “Always treat your bride with love and respect”

A/n: The ending is horrible I know!! but yeah, I hope you enjoyed this, May make a part 2 in the future!.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #the radio demon #alastor the radio demon #x reader #radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x reader

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voxsmistress · 5 months

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Mama Didn't Raise No Bimbo - Part Six

Now this went a completely different way to how I originally planned but I hope you like it - no Vee's in it but we do meet dear old Alastor who has a few things he would like to get off his chest! Plus you get to see why Y/n isn't just a regular sinner but a Demon in her own right!

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen

Stumbling up the flight of stairs to your door you were in a bit of a daze. Catching sight of a few cameras in the corner of the hallway you huff. Letting yourself into your flat you slam the door behind you.

Where the fuck was that bottle of whiskey?

What the fuck was that horrible buzzing noise? Growling under your breath you reach over to your night stand, knocking over the empty bottle of whiskey that you had decided to finish off last night to grab your phone which was making an unholy racket.

The fuck is someone phoning you at this ungodly hour for?

“Hello?” croaking into the phone you quickly clear it.

“Ah good morning my dear, how did you sleep?” The staticky voice on the other end could only belong to one Demon. Alastor. Groaning into your pillow you just knew you weren’t going to be able to go back to bed and sleep off this hangover.

“Alastor? It’s way too early for small talk – what do you want?” you grumble into the phone, rubbing your sore eyes.

“Delightful as always dear Y/n, we need to talk” at the change of tone in that last word all sleepiness left you.

“Ah okay, when would you like to meet?” his answering chuckle made a small twinge of fear run through your body.

“Now if you don’t mind, I suggest you get yourself up and ready I shall be waiting”. Before you could say anything else you were met with the cut off tone. He always was a cheery fellow in the morning. Makes you sick!

Dragging yourself up out of your warm bed you quickly threw yourself into the shower getting ready at the speed of light. Running back into your bedroom you style your hair up in a ponytail and do your usual make up consisting of eyeliner, mascara, and a bit of gloss. Eyeing your clothes you choose a pair of flared jeans, a tight black tank top, leather jacket and matching boots.

On the way out the door you make sure you have your phone, purse and keys before locking the door and making your way to the Hazbin Hotel where Alastor had his radio tower now.

Wishing the journey would take longer than it did you made it to the Hotel in record time, pushing open the front doors you could see no one was in the foyer – why would they as most of the population was only just getting up at this time. Following the familiar path to the radio station you come to the red door. Deep breath in and out you raise your hand and knock firmly.

“Come in” even through the door you could hear the Radio Demon clearly. Opening the door, you poke your head round to see him sat in his usual chair, microphone staff beside him as his fingers were clasped together underneath his chin. “Ah y/n kind of you to make it here so quickly on such short notice” his smile grows. His fingers motion to the other seat across from him. Crossing the short distance to the chair you couldn’t help but feel like you did when you were human and sent to the principals office.

Once you were settled in the chair, Alastor stood from his own. “I have come across a bit of information dearest y/n, a horrible rumour which has displeased me greatly and I believe we need to discuss it to make sure it is not true” throwing his hands around as he speaks, you keep an eye on his staff.

“Which is?”

“That you are now working with those deplorable Vee’s” those red eyes of his glared down, his yellow teeth fully on display with that smile of his. Gulping down the nerves you straighten your back.

“I am not working with the Vee’s, I am collaborating with Velvette where I am showing off her clothes and she is allowing me to sing at her Catwalk to help raise my profile as a singer” I reply to the Radio Demon.

“Ah then it seems the rumours are true. Shame. A real shame.” You had a horrible feeling you were about to be killed and eaten by the Radio Demon. You tried your hardest to control the flinch your body made when Alastor suddenly leaned forwards in front of you and static filled the room.

“Then it seems my dear our time as business partners has now come to an unfortunate end”, he stands back up fully his shadow encasing you, filling your bones with shivers.

“What because I am working with Velvette?” You questioned, standing from your own chair so to make a quick getaway if he decided to start attacking.

“Yes. It’s a conflict of interest you see my dear, it’s just not good business to work with people who are not your allies”, shocked you let out a choked laugh.

“Just because I am working with Velvette does not mean I am not your ally or friend Alastor; you and Vox may have this weird dick swinging contest going on between you but trust me when I say I am staying well out of that! I wouldn’t betray you!” You fold your arms and glare at him.

“Hmm” his smile tightens, eyes narrowing at you. “Then perhaps for the time being, my dear, we call a halt on our business until you see the true side of those Vee’s”.

“The true side? Alastor I am not daft enough to think they want to be best buddies with me. I know there is an ulterior motive behind their actions”, you reasoned with him, nearly adding that he was hypocrite because he was doing exactly the same thing as they are. But you valued your undead life so you kept that little titbit to yourself.

“As long as you realise that young Y/n, I would hate to see you fall under their power” his gaze softened a little bit making it easier for you to breath. Hopefully he wasn’t contemplating killing you and eating your liver now.

“I do Alastor, but I understand why you’d like to halt our business. If that is all for now, I do have another appointment to head to”, you point to the door, nodding his head he moves towards it, opening it wide for you.

“Be careful y/n,” a wide smile directed at you as you pass him, saying goodbye you carry on down the stairs and through the hotel. What a weird conversation. But less stress. You had worried about working with both Velvette and Alastor – he was right in a way that it was a conflict of interest. At least this way you could focus on one – or three – Overlords at a time.

Travelling through Pentagram City you go over the conversation with Alastor in your head again and again. You didn’t think that he was still angry with you, after you had made it clear you weren’t going to go behind his back. Not that you would or could anyway you knew nothing about the Radio Demon anyway, and the things you did know wouldn’t do a lick of good to any one unless they wanted to know how Alastor liked his coffee.

Turning a corner you didn’t realise you had been followed the last few blocks until you were suddenly slammed up against a building by your throat. The FUCK?! Today was just not your day. Snarling at the shark-like sinner that was holding you, a knife was pushed against your neck. Feeling a pinch you just knew the bastard had cut you. Two other sinners stood behind him, laughing at you struggling to pull the idiot’s hand off your throat.

“Look guys. I ain’t interested in what you are selling and if you don’t let me go you are going to really fucking regret it. That I can promise you!” You choke out, clawing at the hand holding your throat. It was definitely going to bruise.

Sniggering at your comment one of the other sinners started running their hands up and down your body, groping your boobs and legs. Sucking in a large breath you waited until they attempted to shove their disgusting paws down your pants. Fuck no. Using all the breath you had you let loose a scream. Unfortunately for them, it wasn’t just a standard scream. Letting go of you they groaned clutching their ears. Raising your pitch, you watched blood start to stream from between their fingers, from their noses and then their eyes. At their screams and begging you stop for a moment. Smirking at their cries and begging.

“Can you honestly tell me you’d have let me go without touching me if I begged like you now?” You ask, kneeling in front of the ‘leader’, his face was covered in his own blood which dripped onto the floor. “No answer? Say’s more than your words ever could”, you snarl. Breathing in deeply you watch as fear enter their eyes before you let out the highest pitched scream which you only reserved for special times. Like now.

Three heads all explode, one after the other. The only mishap was you were so very close to the splash zone. Groaning to yourself you wipe your cheek with your hand, covered in warm blood you grumble. Gross. Pulling out a pack of tissues from your dropped purse you quickly scrub where you saw had landed but there was no way of getting rid of all of it … biting your lip you decide to carry on walking to the Vee Tower. You did after all have an appointment.

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colourstreakgryffin · 3 months

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Hey there, fellow writer! How are you doing? :) I just wanted to request a platonic Angel Dust x Nephew (or Niece) reader who is the son/daughter of Molly from when they were alive. Angel hadn’t really got to know them as he had died when they were little, so now that he's reconnected with them in hell, he's trying to bond with his niece/nephew as they are older now

Oh, Hello, fellow writer! I have returned from being dead and this is quite fun! Awww. Another Angel request and of course, it’s hella wholesome. I love it! Can do so! Have a great day, loves!

Angel Dust- Little Spiderling

You know, right away, Angel drags you back to the Hotel when he finds out you’re his niece/nephew by pure accident. You aren’t the little one he remembered once seeing his beloved Molly having but you’re still a minor, not eighteen yet! So, he must protect you! And he will!

Angel has a barley functional life down here and is really struggling through it but the one thing he knows how to do is express his love for people so he does it a lot to you

He tries SO hard to let his walls down to bond with you, to let you know you matter to him and he won’t shut you out. You are really the only person he doesn’t act like a sarcastic prick to but he will not tell you his problems since you’re his family, not his therapist

He really wishes he got to know you when you were both alive, he was so wrapped up in his own life, he didn’t acknowledge you. He barely remembered your name and he is clueless on what you like so he just tries to bond with you by trying to seem like that ‘cool Uncle’

Angel asks for advice all the time. He asks Husk, Charlie, even Vaggie. Advice for how he can try bond with you better and how to talk to you better. He already became your guardian… at his own word, so he needs to know how to connect with you

Angel often gets you gifts, it’s how he sees making you happy with him. Like, he’ll buy something whilst he’s out than he’ll offer it to you when he’s back at the Hotel, smiling so nervously and hoping you’ll like it. He is that one awkward but loving Uncle!

Angel basically dies again, of pure joy, when you express love or appreciation. He already has so much guilt for how little he knows you and how little he paid attention to you back on Earth but now, he wants to try again and he really wants to rekindle so he believes all his effort is always rewarded with the way you smile at him and say ‘thank you’ or ‘I love you’ or ‘I’m glad you want to join’

Angel is also that uncle who goes ‘aww, you’re so pretty. I remember when you were so little! Now, you’re big!’. If he had pictures of you, he’d be admiring them whilst crying

Angel does seem like a selfish man but he’s really only selfish with… everybody else. When it comes to you, he spoils you. He kinds parents you. He doesn’t know how to tell you your mom’s in Heaven so he distracts you with other stuff and he even shows off his beloved Fat Nuggets, to make you smile

Angel has a habit of picking you up, since he is much taller than you, and putting you on his back when it is time to go. He only does this when you escape the Hotel or leave against his wishes, and he can always keep his eyes on you this way

He also puts you on his back if you’re tired or want a nap or even miss him. You weigh nothing to him, and he can handle it well

Angel also loves taking you out to shopping trips with him and Cherri. He loves dressing you up in feminine/masculine clothing and praises you so you feel confident. You look great, and in-fact, he’ll buy that outfit so he can see you in it again and boost you up like a good Uncle does!

Angel actually trusts Cherri with you. He is very protective over you so really, only Charlie and Cherri have the permission to take care of you when he is busy

Sinners often confuse you for Angel’s son/daughter, mainly for the way he treats you, and even Valentino has called you ‘Angel’s kid’ before but he doesn’t take that shit from anybody and sets it straight. You’re his beloved sister’s baby and whilst he loves you, he’d never act as if he is your parent. He is your guardian, get it right

Angel teaches you how to cook the meals of the family. He loves cooking and he’s happy to be a mentor so he’ll ensure you know how to take care of yourself if you’re ever without him and know how to whip up a fine Italian cuisine. Cooking together is one of his personal made bonding methods

As well as baking. Angel knows you like baking so he tries to bake with you. Four arms are very useful and yes, he messes up a lot but the way you laugh at his attempt makes it feel like his eggy crispy frosting mess of a cake was totally worth it. You’re growing to like him more and not be annoyed with the fact he didn’t really care for you much in your past life

I will say now. Angel apologises a lot for the past but you take it maturely and understand his point of view. Though, your acceptance doesn’t remove Angel’s guilt and he takes a long time to feel better about himself, even when you two grow closer and you become more and more fine with him being your guardian

Angel doesn’t understand why he didn’t acknowledge you all those years ago… you’re so cute. What is there to not like?

Angel always sees his twin sister in you. You even look like her, so it means you look… more than a bit like Angel too, and he’s glad. It reminds him that he’ll always have a piece of his beloved sister with him as well as a family member who doesn’t dislike him

Angel’s kinda clingy, straight up. He cries whenever you do something he considers ‘cute’ and mews and calls you ‘Spiderling’ whilst hugging you. Angel is also THAT type of Uncle but it’s pretty cute how attached to you he is

Once more, he does get jealous of Arckaniss. He wants to be your favourite! Not his older brother so he sweeps in and steals you away from when you were talking to Arckaniss too much for his comfort. He is soooooo much better!

Really. Angel, in this entire situation with you, is trying and always trying. He tries to be the best guardian for you, he tries to be the best best friend for you, he tries to be the coolest best uncle for you! He tries and he hopes it works

He is actually fine with you calling him ‘Anthony’ over ‘Angel Dust’ and to make it fair, he calls you your real name over your demon name too!

“Spiderling? Hey! Hey! You’ve been out all day! How come? I thought you liked our shopping trip together! I’m your coolest uncle, aren’t I? You liked that scarf I got you! Should I get another? Yeah? Yeah? What do you think?”

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dirtyvulture · 1 year

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Natasha Romanoff x GP!Beefy!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Word count: 1718

Requested by @mostlymarvelsstuff: HELLO

so, the 17th is my birthday and I was wondering if you would be so kind as to write me a lil present:

Gp!R x Nat, where R gets woken up by Nat giving her head (Nat of course swallows everything) she then crawls up readers body and grinds against her abbs as R fondles her and before let's R slip inside she whispers Happy birthday to her. (Heavy on the praise from both Nat and R please, sensual smut if you know what I mean) 😁

AN: Happy birthday, fellow sinner! 🥳 I loved writing this request, I hope you like it! :)

Natasha can hardly sleep thinking about the birthday present she has in mind for you. The night before, she doesn’t set an alarm, afraid to wake you up prematurely. She snuggles up in your arms as you instinctively wrap them around her, pressing your front to her back, burying your face in the crook of her neck to inhale her scent as you fall asleep. The two of you have been together for almost a year now and Natasha already knows there’s no one else she wants to spend the rest of her life with. You are her best friend, protector, and lover. She didn’t think she would ever find someone like you and promises to cherish and return your love as you deserve.

She falls asleep for a few hours and when she wakes up, finds that you’ve rolled away from her, lying flat on your back, your chest rising and falling deeply as you’re completely knocked out. Natasha lifts herself slowly, licking her lips as she takes in your figure: the impressive width of your shoulders that she loves to hold onto when you’re absolutely railing her, your washboard abs she could grind on for hours, and perhaps her favorite part, the bulge in your boxers.

She pushes away the blankets, exposing your entire body and moving to sit in between your legs, carefully slipping down your boxers, a little surprised that you don’t wake up when they get tangled around your ankles. She tosses them to some random corner of the bedroom before settling back, wrapping her arms underneath your heavily muscled thighs to pull herself forward, her mouth inches away from your soft cock. If you had been awake, you probably would have been able to feel the hot puffs of her breath over the head, but instead you snore softly and sink your head deeper into the pillows.

Natasha leans down and starts by running her tongue along your shaft, purposely avoiding the tip. She kisses and gently nips at your length, smiling as it grows with her stimulation and when there’s finally a glimmer of wetness at your head, she takes it into her mouth and starts sucking. She can never get enough of your taste and would gladly take you all day if you let her. You start to stir, instinctively shifting your legs apart and Natasha grins as she inches you deeper, bobbing her head to rub your tip against the roof of her mouth.

Your breathing picks up and your abs flex as you rock your hips up, subconsciously desperate to push yourself further down Natasha’s throat. When you finally begin to wake up, the first thing you notice is the lack of a blanket on top of you and the cool bedroom air against your chest. Then you’re aware of the heat between your legs, the wet silkiness around your cock and your hands shoot down to tangle in Natasha’s hair.

“Oh fuck, baby,” you gasp, trying to roll your hips but Natasha squeezes her arms tighter around your thighs to hold you down. Her lips stay sealed around your tip, her tongue swirling around the slit to lap up every drop you leak out. It takes you a few moments to even comprehend what’s going on as the fire in the pit of your stomach builds into an unbearable heat. Natasha tries taking in your full length–which is no easy feat due to your size–and her throat flutters around you.

“God Nat, that feels so good.” Your back arches off the bed, your muscles flexing like bands of steel to keep yourself from jackhammering down her throat until she chokes. “Don’t stop, baby,” you beg, the grip on the back of her head firm but not demanding. “Please don’t stop.”

Natasha hums in response, the vibrations almost causing you to lose your load immediately, but you hold back because you want to enjoy this as long as you can. You’re throbbing so hard you’re pretty sure Natasha can feel your heartbeat inside her mouth as she slides up and down your cock, coating it with her saliva, swiping her tongue over the head to catch every taste of you she can get.

Eventually, the stimulation is too much for you. Natasha knows you’re nearing your release because of the way your thighs start to tremble and your hips lose their rhythm. She draws back to focus on your tip, sucking strongly as you moan and pant, unable to find the words to warn her you're about to blow.

The first pulse lands on her tongue, hot and salty, and Natasha inhales through her nose, her lips descending on your cock an inch as the second pulse shoots down her throat. With every pump of your cum, Natasha takes you in further and further, until she’s finally succeeded in sheathing you in her throat entirely, her eyes watering as she feels your cockhead threatening her gag reflex. Once you’re done emptying yourself, you go limp and Natasha slowly pulls back, kissing your tip and it twitches at the sensitivity. She wipes her lips with the back of her hand, proud that she’s managed to swallow everything you gave her.

“Fuck, baby,” you say, looking down at her and trying to catch your breath. It was probably the best head you’ve ever received in your life and you are more than eager to return the favor, but it seems like Natasha has other plans first. She takes off her oversized T-shirt that belonged to you originally, baring herself to you, purposely brushing her chest against yours and lying flat on top of you. “That was amazing,” you whisper, cupping her butt and massaging the soft flesh there.

“I’m glad you liked it,” she replies, jerking her hips forward so she can rub herself along your abs. You tighten your stomach to harden your muscles, giving Natasha a solid surface to grind on. At this point, she’s used to your strength and your impressive physique, but it still excites her to know that only she gets to see and have you like this.

Natasha sits back, widening her legs so you can see how wet she is as she continues to drag herself along your abs. Her lips are practically glistening and it makes your heart race to see how desperate she is for you. She grabs your forearms, directing your hands to take her breasts instead, moaning when your fingers tweak her nipples and the calluses on your palms scratch her sensitive skin.

“Just like that, baby,” Natasha says, rocking herself harder and when she presses back, she can feel the firmness of your cock against her ass. Despite finishing in her throat mere minutes ago, you're ready to take her again, a thought that excites her to her no end. “I love the way you touch me. I love the way you make me feel.”

“Me too, Nat,” you say, trailing your hand down her stomach lightly, brushing your fingertips over the raised skin of a scar to the left of her bellybutton. She's known to be insecure about the imperfections of her body, but you always remind her of how strong and resilient she is and not to be ashamed of her past. Your fingers continue down until they touch the opening of her heat, and she jerks forward and looks at you while biting her lip. Boldly, you try pressing your fingers into her but she stops you by shaking her head, reaching behind you and wrapping her warm hand around your hard cock.

“I need this,” she says, giving you a slow pump that has you throbbing with need again instantly.

“I’m all yours,” you say. “Take me, Nat.” You’re a little embarrassed how desperate you sound, but you know she loves to hear it.

“Oh, I will.” Natasha grins at you. “Happy birthday, baby.”

You sit up to kiss her and she falls back onto your lap, your cock nestling between her thighs. Her lips are wet with a hint of your taste still and she moans as she lets you devour her, slipping her hand between your bodies to line herself up with you. When your head prods at her heat, you involuntarily thrust your hips up and she pushes against your shoulders.

“Always eager, huh?” she hums as you pant helplessly. She knows too well how willing you are to please her. Natasha lifts slowly eases down on your length and the warmth that surrounds you is indescribable. You tip your head back and moan, and Natasha sinks her nails into your chest, clutching onto you tightly as she starts rocking back and forth.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Natasha praises, and you want to tell her the same but you can’t find the words. She’s so wet there’s almost no resistance as you slide in and out of her, but her walls cling to your shaft, eager to milk you for another load. “Lie back, baby. Let me ride you.”

You’re in no position (literally) to argue so you fall back onto the pillows, enjoying the view of your girlfriend bouncing on your cock. She leans back to brace herself on your thighs and you can’t help yourself from reaching up and cupping her breasts in your hands again, mesmerized and overwhelmed by all of the stimulation.

“I fucking love you, Y/N,” Natasha says, and it still makes your heart race every time you hear her proclaim her love for you. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that she chose you over everyone else, and you are so grateful and happy to have her in your life.

When Natasha starts clenching around you sporadically, you know she’s close. You thrust your hips up harder, meeting the underside of her thighs with a slapping noise.

“Oh God, oh God,” she chants. Her body tightens and she arches back as she finally cums, gushing around your cock and you slow your movements to help her ride out her high. Natasha can’t stay upright anymore and collapses onto your chest, pressing her sticky forehead into the crook of your neck. You don’t pull out and let her rest on you, rubbing her back gently.

“I love you too, Nat,” you whisper, kissing her temple.

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whiskersz · 7 months

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hiya, sos idk if you do platonic fics but if you do can you do a platonic husk x younger reader? maybe they knew each other when they were alive and meet again and husk is protective over them? thank u! :)

Hello! I sure do write platonic relationships :3 I hope this is good enough, in this I imagine Reader to be a young adult, around 20. Hope that's okay, thanks for requesting!

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Hell is…well. You wouldn’t really know how else to describe it, other than with its name. And deep inside you know you’re a sinner, there’s no denying that if you ended up here...but you feel like you could never get used to living like this.

Even in life, you’ve never been a fan of gory scenarios, robberies, violence and whatnot, and if anything you could say that the reason why you ended up here is because of a stupid mistake you made, but Heaven couldn’t take you in because of that, so now you find yourself here...in front of the Hazbin Hotel, hoping for a last chance at redemption.

Before you can even knock on the door tough, you’re welcomed by an eerie shadow quickly taking the form of an individual right before your very eyes;

“Greetings fellow Sinner!” He welcomes you with a wide smile, extending his hand for you to take, which you reluctantly do; “And welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! It’s a pleasure to be meeting you, I’m Alastor, and I will gladly be your host!”

His handshake is so firm it nearly makes you lose your balance; you compose yourself though, and nod, taking in all the information that’s been given to you – Alastor, the host...alright, that means you’re probably going to be safe with him especially once you’re inside.

“Thank you sir, I was just looking for someone willing to do that!” the nervousness is palpable in your voice, but you still try to match his energy by flashing him a smile. Alastor nods and opens the door for you like a true gentleman, which you thank him for.

The interior design of the place looks quite lovely in your opinion, the walls a deep red and pavements covered by gorgeous patterned rugs; various decorations make the main room more hospitable, and although you’re mesmerized by the place you carefully listen as Alastor explains that it would technically be a bit too early for newcomers to be welcomed, which is why nobody else other than him is around – you looked quite lost though, his word, so he decided to take it upon himself to at least bring you inside.

“Oh, I’m very sorry, I had no idea- I can always come back later, it’s not a-“

“Eh, what’s all the commotion about?”

A rough voice interrupts the exchange of words between you and Alastor; your gaze travels all the way towards the flight of stairs leading to the top floor, where a demon in the form of a winged anthropomorphic cat is standing.

His voice sounds curiously familiar.

“Ah, Husker! How goes it! Why don’t we start the introductions with you!” Alastor points at him with the staff he’s been using mostly to sustain his weight until now; “This is the bartender, dear.”

Husker? Now, that name sounds more than familiar.

“Husk?” you ask tentatively, studying his appearance.

His ears, formerly back, now stand up right, and his tail sways from side to side in what you can only assume is excitement.

“What...yes? Wait, it’s you?” He whispers your name, still unbelieving.

You quickly leave Alastor’s side, running straight into Husk’s embrace instead; he immediately drapes a wing over you protectively, and you can’t really see it from where you’re positioned, but the glare he shoots the host is one of anger before his gaze softens looking at you once again.

“I’ve missed you...” you admit, before realization hits you; “Wait, you’re in Hell? Why?”

“I should be asking the same thing, kid. Let’s leave explanations for later, yeah? Always told you I wasn’t a good person.”

His wing pulls you closer, and you savour the embrace for as long as you can before you reluctantly have to separate from him.

“Well, I suppose that is my cue to leave!” says Alastor, clasping his hands together before eerily disappearing back into the shadows.

Shortly after, the rest of the residents of the Hotel sleepily make their own appearance. This time, it’s Husk’s job to introduce you to everyone, never leaving your side all the while. Charlie is especially excited to have one more patient who is also one of Husk’s old friends, as he doesn’t seem to have many after all.

Husk immediately makes sure to shelter you from Angel Dust’s dirty jokes; as much as he and Angel get along, he finds it uncomfortable to hear him flirting with you. The spider demon initially calls him ‘not fun’, but he understands where he’s coming from and actually agrees with him as you’re much younger.

Once you and Husk have the time to catch up, you both explain the reason why you’ve ended up here to each other. Yes, you were close in life, but he’s always preferred keeping his life quite private and so have you, both keeping your sins to yourselves. You’re both glad you’re here though, on the right path for redemption...in one way or another.

You distinctly remember how he used to amaze you with his magic tricks back when you were alive; he’d host little shows just for you, your smile contagious as he showed you all that he was capable of.

You also remember the sadness you felt when the time to get separated came, but he had promised you that one day you would meet again. And now here you are, indeed. Though your reunion was unexpected, you’re still glad it happened.

Husk is happy to see that you get along with all of his friends, too. He tries to encourage you to stay away from Alastor and you gladly do so, as you don’t really want to engage with the owner of who you consider your best friend, but still put on a smile every time he talks to you to remain on his good side. Everyone else though, you’re on good terms with, and he couldn’t be happier that you found a safe place to stay at even though you unfairly ended up in Hell.

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eikaroulily · 5 months

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LOVE ME LIKE YOU

Seraphim!Reader x Lucifer Morningstar

(Angsty Fluff)

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Y/n stared at the scene unfolding before her, the person she loved the most, the person whom she hoped to spend her life with, the person who she would do anything for and helped him with all of the things he had wanted to do. holding someone else in his arms. She stood in their podium, her hands on her chest, feeling her world crumble beneath her.

"Lucifer morningstar, you are given a chance to repent to your sins. Choose wisely, child of God, to stay or to leave." Lucifer clutches Lilith in his arms, protecting her while glaring into the elder angels. "Very well." Y/n widens her eyes, not believing that he chose a human, instead of her.

she stood in the podium defeated as she looked at lucifer one last time. he was looking at her, whispering sweet nothings while caressing her hair. she only wished to have him do that to her one day, even if it was a mere delusion of hers.

while he was assuring Lilith, he then turned to y/n, he widens his eyes, seeing the seraphim that was made for him in a state of dispair. he stopped talking, his breathing got faster as the elder angels, about to cast them out. "Wait!!" Lucifer yelled out, his hand reaching out for y/n, but y/n refused to looked at him and she turns away, as the holy light cast them away.

"what do you mean dad? why can't you come outside?" Lucifers' daughter, Charlie morningstar asked him. extermination day was officially cancelled for good and The elder Angels finally agreed with the redemption Hotel. "Because! those angels are my "used to be closed friends" I don't wanna face them." Lucifer burries his face in his pillow.

the thing about the elders agreeing is that, charlie decided to host a celebration in hell for the Angels and all of hell for the redemption hotel being a success. to which, to lucifers dismay, he will unfortunately be seeing his brother and former partner, Michael and Y/n. lucifer groans as he peaks at charlie, who had this puppy eyes as she stared at her father. "fineeee, I'll go downstairs.." charlie sqeals and dragged lucifer out the room "you won't regret this dad! this will be super fun!"

Y/n was standing beside Michael talking about the hotel, drink in hand, to which, she only viewed as a prop, she wouldn't want to drink hell's alcohol anyways. "Hell has been different, it's more lively.." y/n said making Michael chuckle, "Yes indeed, it's very different from before, it's more city like and the views are quite relaxing." "Minus the killing of those unredeemable sinners" y/n joked which made the two laugh.

"well, what a beautiful sight to see, hello my beautiful angel." Alastor greeted and took y/n's hand and kissed it, y/n blushed alittle and giggles "Pleasure, I see you're alastor? the radio demon." Alastors smile widens, "why ofcourse, have you heard one of my Radio shows?" alastor said in a teasing tone, "Not quite, but I should know all of hell's citizen to make sure who to redeem." y/n teased back making alastor chuckle, "you are quite intriguing my dear!~" y/n giggles, "oh! this is michael, my bestfriend." y/n quickly introduces Michael to alastor and shook michales hand, "Pleasure to meet you, alastor, Seems like you guys finally noticed me~" Michael teased the two making them chuckle, "Sorry, Michael, This fellow has great charisma."

while the three of them chat, Lucifer arrives at the scene, with charlie, who left him to go see vaggie. He looked around and saw the scene infront of him, Michael, y/n and alastor, chatting oh so happily. lucifer's eye twitch alittle as he watches the scene before him unfolds. hearing y/n laugh with alastor joking around and michael also laughing with them. it felt like deja vu when the three of them would talk about their dreams and joke around with eachother.

he felt like he was being replace by alastor while the three of them are talking. so, without thinking, lucifer walked over. "HEYYY BITCHES!!-- ahem, I mean heyy, old friends! haha.. fancy.. seeing you guys here!" lucifer said awkwardly, metally slapping himself in the face for yelling instead of greeting them normally, y/n and michael stared at lucifer before smilling awkwardly, "heyy, lucifer, how uhmm.. how are you?" michael started making lucifer perk up, "well, uhhh, I'm quite alrightt, managing hell and such is uhh great, pretty great!" the four of them stood there in quiet as the music plays in the background and the chattering of other people could be heard.

"soo, as I was saying, cannibal town has one of the best dress store I could find, and you my dear, you most certainly love them!" alastor breaks the silence, making y/n smile, "oohh, I would love to visi-" "Oh hoo hooo! cannibal town isn't really THAT safe y/n, and I KNOW some prettier dresses right here in pentagram city!" lucifer butts in, cutting off y/n while holding her hand. "luci-" "and I know that old fashion isn't really your style ever since we were young and I KNOW that you love those pretty aesthetic clothing like those softcore or whatever and I KNOW the perfect plac--"

"lucifer!" y/n called out, making lucifer shut up, y/n breathes in and out and smiles at him, making his heart skip a beat. "Lucifer, I'm not that fond of softcore anymore, I love those vintage style dresses and my taste won't stay the same you know.." y/n said sighing. "oh.. well, in that case, I know this very nice place with-" "please, I know you're trying to connect again but you don't have to buy me dresses.." y/n said softly and took lucifers hands. "I only want to talk to you, how was your life here and... how are you and lilith." y/n said sadly.

lucifer looks at y/n in shocked and felt tears forming in his eyes. he closes his eyes and shooks his head, he then pulls y/n into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry I left.." "it's alright, atleast you were happy with lilith." y/n said softly as she pulls away from the hug. lucifer then sigh and looks at her, he scratches the back of his head and looked away embarrassed, "yeah.. about that..." lucifer trails off making y/n confuse.

"the thing is..... I could never find anyone who could Love me like you.."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel michael #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #lucifer magne #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel x you

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Hello, fellow sinners, wishing y'all a beautiful Sinful Sunday! 😈

I can't help but daydream about Katsuki having me seated on his lap while he's diligently working at his agency in his office. We're both impeccably dressed, but one of his hands ventures inside my panties, his fingers driving me to a mind-boggling frenzy, fucking me and rubbing my clitoris. All the while, he's murmuring a slew of filthy shit directly into my ear, commanding me to maintain utter silence to avoid drawing any unwanted attention, yet denying my climax by slipping his fingers out whenever I'm about to cum 😭

Can I have a little blurb based on this idea? Wishing you all the best ⭐

Hello, dear Nonnie, I hope you're having a fantastic Sinful Sunday too! Thank you for sharing this tantalizing idea with me. Being a massive Bakugo simp, I couldn't stop thinking about this one! ♥

SINFUL SUNDAY

Katsuki let out an exasperated sigh as he sifted through yet another stack of documents. "This is so fucking exhausting. I'd rather be out there kicking villain asses."

You were seated comfortably on his lap, completing the task of stapling papers together. You affixed a red sticky note to the top, neatly inscribing "reprocessing" on it. "Well," you remarked, "being a hero isn't just about battling bad guys, is it? There's a fair share of paperwork too, pros and cons, as they say."

"You're quite the smartass, aren't you?" Bakugo grumbled, his voice carrying a hint of irritation. Suddenly, Bakugo reached up your skirt, with rough groping fingers. He reached up, his fingers trailing along your inner thigh, teasingly drawing closer to your pussy.

You winced, partly from your deliberate attempt to maintain an air of defiance. Deep down, you hoped he wouldn't notice the undeniable arousal that had soaked through your panties.

Unfortunately for you, he seemed to pick up on it, his grin taking on a rather unpleasant edge. "Oh, well, dollface, look at that, dripping wet aready." He pulled your undies out of the way, and push his calloused fingers inside you, and they went in you easily, all warm and slidey, wet with your juices already, and he grinned some more as he fingered you. "Fucking dumbass, don't you ever feel a tinge of embarrassment, being in such vulnerable state around me? So desperately yearning for my affection and my dick, longing for me to absolutely destroy your pretty cunt, huh?"

You shook your head slightly, letting out a frustrated moan.

"Shut the fuck up, dumbass. You genuinely crave an audience, huh? Do you want my sidekicks to be present here to witness you getting fingered by your boss? Naughty slut. You're so wet," Katsuki mused, "you like being my little slut?"

"Mhm," you replied in a hushed murmur as you leaned your back against his chest, as if you were melding into him.

He ran his fingers up and down your slit. Without a warning Katsuki shoved two fingers roughly into your wet pussy.

You yelped at the suddenness of the intrusion and clung desperately to him as he explored you.

He pumped into you roughly, in and out repeatedly. Your wet pussy started to gush more juices which he took into his fingers and started to smear into your clitoris. Soon, his fingers slipped back into your needy cunt. There was a splashy sound, followed by another as he quickened the rhythm. He was pushing his fingers into your tight, wet cunt in a rapid pace now.

You couldn't help yourself, grinding against Bakugo's hand as it pressed in just the right spot. "Ooohhh… More," you whispered quietly, your teeth gently grazing the knuckle of your index finger as you tried to stifle your voice. You tightened around his finger and gasped as he withdrew them suddenly. "What… What are you doing, Kats?"

"Tsch! You've been a fucking brat, being so loud. You can forget about cumming anytime soon," Bakugo brought his fingers glistening from your juices to his mouth t lick them clean, looking hardly into your eyes. "It's time to start behaving, dollface."

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cakerybakery · 3 months

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There was a trembling in hell. The acid rain came down in buckets, lightning scorched every building no matter how large or small, the booming of the thunder echoed calamitously. Citizens were blinded and deafened, the rain burned worse than normal. The Pride ring was in chaos.

Lucifer beat his wings as he looked down in horror. Chained to the gates of heaven and forced to watch as sinners and hell born alike suffered.

He needed to find Charlie, he needed to save her, he could do nothing but watch and scream for her. His voice mute even to his own ears from the booming of the thunder.

The ground shook, cracked, and the ring fell away. Crashing down on the next ring. The chaos starting anew. And he could do nothing but watch.

He watched as ring after ring was destroyed. His fellow sins appeared, chained to the gates. Those with wings like him strained to break free, the other could do little as they hung suspended in the air. Their voices screaming and bellowing discordantly. For their people, for their lovers, for their children.

Charlie, there’s no way she survived. As the last ring fell into the darkness his fellow sins turned on him.

Their eyes blank as they blamed him for everything. Their voice one.

Why couldn’t he just do his job?

Why couldn’t he be satisfied with his place?

Why did he have to be jealous of the humans?

Why did he want them for himself?

Why did he desire them?

Why was he so quick to the punch?

One by one they vanished in smoke. He was on his knees on the ground that didn’t exist. Lucifer doubled over sobbing, alone as he’d always knew he’d end up being.

A voice that could be sweet as honey or as smokey as a wildfire pulled him out of his spiral, “Hello dear.”

Before him was Lilith. His beautiful, wonderful, Lilith. She fixed his hair and kissed his forehead. How many millions of times had she done exactly that before? Afterwards she would say, “I love you.”

“Right on cue.” He muttered and enjoyed her touch a moment longer before pulling away and standing up. The chains on him breaking. He walked past the memory of her.

“What do you want this time, old man?” He called to the darkness. “You only pull this one out when you need something from me, so spill or I’ll wake myself up.”

He was home. In his palace. In his bed. Alone.

Hell was fine. Charlie was fine. Lilith wherever she was, doing whatever she was, was fine. God was trying to make him feel guilty for his sins again.

“Always so impatient.”

“Always sick of your mind games.” He retorted to the voice with no point of origin.

“Never willing to just listen.”

“Never willing to be your mindless bitch.” The prick could suck his cock.

“I’m giving you a present. Be grateful.”

“I’m sure. Another cast off for me to take care of? A pet is not a present, it’s a responsibility. It doesn’t matter how many bows you put on its collar.” Lucifer was done. He raised his hand to slap his face but found he couldn’t land a hit.

“Oh we can’t have that.” God’s voice was smug.

“Cunt.” He hated being that asshole’s play thing.

“Always thinking with your dick, aren’t you? I should have realized testing that feature out on you would have consequences.” God mocked him. The bitch knew exactly what he was doing. “But if it makes you more agreeable,” before him was a sudden golden light, it flashed and disappeared, left in its place was Adam, “I could modify him a bit for you.”

Adam stood, limp, but standing. Like a marionette puppet left to hang at the ends of its strings.

“What do you say? Are you going to give into the temptation? He’s your present. How can I make him more fuckable to you? You like women, perhaps I can make him one?”

Lucifer stumbled back, “fuck you. I’m not fucking taking care of your little golden boy so you can fuck off again. I have always done what you wanted. I gave the apple to Eve and Adam like you said and Lilith still died. I let the exterminations happen and it almost cost me my daughter. I do everything you ask of me. No matter how terrible. I’m the most hated being in all of the universe so you can be the good guy. You set me on this path to be this person.” It wasn’t fair. Why didn’t this happen to anyone else? “Why am I the only angel like this? Huh? And why is it when I do what you tell me, I’m punished? You should be thanking me for doing all that shit for you!”

“I’m giving you a present aren’t I?” The condescension was crushing. “I don’t need him anymore. But I know you have a soft spot for him.”

The strings cut and Adam crumbled, Lucifer rushed forward to grab him, to keep him from being hurt in the black void.

“Congratulations. He’s yours now.”

Lucifer gasped as he jolted up from bed. He clutched his chest. “That, fucker!”

God was always doing this sort of shit. Lucifer always ended up taking the blame. It was always somehow his fault.

Somewhere out in hell was Adam. Lucifer needed to find him. He could left Adam go, let him discover the joys of this fucked up place in person. But Adam was as much of a pawn as he was.

He pushed aside the blankets when someone rolled over. A hand landed on his thigh and other person made a sleepy moan, “Lucifer? Where are you going?”

The man looked different, like a sinner different. Horns and golden eyes set in black, sharp teeth and claws.

“It’s late babe. We should sleep.”

The hand on his thigh had a golden band. A wedding band.

‘Oh no.’ God wouldn’t? He didn’t?

“Babe?” Adam sat up, his brows knitted in worry. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“Ye-yeah. A bad dream. I just need a glass of water. I’ll be right back.” Lucifer slide out of bed.

Down the halls and to the kitchen he walked. In the bright overhead lights he looked at his ring. Lucifer pulled it off and looked inside. Lilith’s name was crossed out and Adam’s replaced it.

“That bastard!” Lucifer couldn’t even throw away the ring. It was his original ring. Throwing it away would be like throwing Lilith away.

He checked his phone and called the only person he gave a fuck about.

It rang a few times before a groggy voice answered, “dad? Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine. I just-“ what could he say? She would confirm how far this thing spread. “I had a bad dream. I might still be having it. Who am I married to?”

The line was quiet for a moment, “are you sure you-?”

“Charlie, please. I just need to know.”

“Mom, Lilith Morningstar. You’re separated but married.”

Lucifer sighed. Okay, okay. That meant that only Adam thought they were married. He could deal with that.

Of course, God probably married them, maybe to spite him, but it wasn’t common knowledge so everything should be normal. His bank accounts were probably altered but that wasn’t important.

“Oh thank fuck.”

Since he had her on the line, he spilled the beans about finding Adam in his bed and what Adam believed. No use showing up one day with Adam in tow and surprising everyone.

That done, he got down a large mug and started the kettle. He set the tea to seep in the freshly boiled water and got down a bottle of whiskey. What he needed was a hot toddy to help take the edge off.

He splashed the whiskey in the empty mug, then a little more, a bit more, it was a hell of a night so a bit more, he kept pouring until the mug was full and gulped it down. Then grabbed the whiskey and started to chug.

It was too bad he’d be sober before he got back to bed.

He dumped the tea and went back to his bed.

In the moonlight he watched Adam sleep but one eye opened. His face screwed up in disgust and he backed away, “I thought you went down for glass of water, not a bender. Your breath reeks of booze. Go brush your teeth.” Adam rolled over and pulled the covers up higher.

Lucifer did as he was told. His mouth already felt gross anyways.

Once he was done he slid in on his side. It was too late to try and explain to Adam why they weren’t actually married. He’d deal with it tomorrow.

His breath hitched as one of Adam’s arms wrapped around his waist and pulled Lucifer flush to him. Adam nuzzled Lucifer’s neck, “much better. You know, since we’re up, you wanna?” There were soft kisses on the back of Lucifer’s neck and they were definitely doing something for him.

‘Oh no.’

“I think it’s best we sleep.” He patted Adam’s hand to indicate that Adam should let go, but that hand entwined their fingers.

‘Oh no.’

Adam gave a sad little sigh, “okay, babe.” A yawn breezed across Lucifer neck making his shiver, “I’m pretty tired anyways. Good night.”

“Good night.” Lucifer wasn’t sure how he was going to possibly fall asleep. He had so much to explain tomorrow. He might even have to break Adam’s heart.

Adam was warm.

He’d have to actually tell someone about God’s little plans. And the nightmare visits.

He was kinda soft.

Lucifer yawned. Maybe he should get Charlie’s help?

Was that Adam’s heart?

There was so much to consider and to…

Lucifer’s eyes started to drift shut.

To do. He should…

It was nice to be held.

He should… something about tomorrow?

He gave a content sigh and was lost to sleep.

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lucifers-rubber-duck · 6 months

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Hello, hope you’re doing well! Really loving the Hazbin posts you’ve done so far, they’re wonderful ☺️

If it’s alright, could I please request some platonic HCs with Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, and Sir Pentious for a slightly younger reader than the rest of the cast who’s on the shy and anxious side, very easily rattled in hell, but takes a liking to their fellow demon(s) enough that they feel comfortable around them to express themselves a bit more and start to develop a sibling/parental sort of bond with them?

Sorry if that’s a bit specific of a request, but thank you for reading!

A/N: I'm sorry for taking so long Anon but I absolutely loved your ask! Shy!Reader is so me tbh. Hope you enjoy it.

𖤓Charlie

• She's mostly concerned about how young you are, not that you're a teenager or something, but the age you died is concerning since you're younger than anyone at the hotel.

• She's an extrovert so she might not notice how shy you are at first because she's just so excited to have you around that she is already showing all of her hotel to you and wishing you a good stay.

• Even with that bubbly personality of her's, it's actually pretty easy for you to feel comfortable enough around her to express your feelings, she's just so sweet like that. You feel like you can tell her all of your problems that she would listen to carefully within a day of meeting her.

• She's the type to be a sister figure, she's always trying to make you open up more with weekly trust exercises and besides her looks wouldn't hesitate to put a demon in their place if they treat you badly. She considers everyone at the hotel family, but you're the one that needs most protection out of them, so she's going to be the best host you could ask for.

𖤓Vaggie

• She's the least chaotic of the people in the hotel, she likes to solve things calmly and sometimes with brute force but only when it's necessary. Your more timid demeanor is a breath of fresh air from all these sinners full of themselves.

• She's the one that gets more rational the moment she sees you're not dealing very well with the things around, she gives you space and time to be comfortable around the place, especially because she feels that you really want to change for the better. She also calms Charlie down when she's being too excited around you.

• She wants to help you be more sturdy tho, Hell is a dangerous place and you need to fight for yourself, so she gives you private fighting lessons on basic self defense, she can get a little too aggressive while training but if you actually get hurt she'll say sorry and help take care of you.

• The way she makes you feel welcomed is very different from the others, she makes you feel safe, she protects you from Angels comments and teaches you how to stand up, she's just like an older sister that wouldn't hesitate to kill for you and has a strong sense of bonding.

𖤓Angel

• He finds you almost adorable, he probably just enjoys having someone that kinda looks up to him as an example, you almost envy his personality and how easy-going he seems to be, he enjoys the attention and praise.

• Will eventually grown attached to having you around but he's very good a not showing it, he's an actor for a reason after all, but he can still be very sweet with you and sometimes even protective, not so much, but he'll tell a demon to suck a dick if they are mean to you.

• He helps you try and lose up more, be more extroverted, he takes you to drink on bars or go to clubs so you can try to make more friends. He can easily get distracted if Cherri is also there and might not notice if you get uncomfortable at first, but don't be afraid to tell him that you want to leave, he won't be mad at you and will do as you ask.

• He really makes you feel like you belong, especially when you two are just doing skin-care and telling gossips, he feels like a older brother and you appreciate how much he takes care of you.

𖤓Sir Pentious

• Daddy issues? Naahh, this man got child issues if that's even a thing. He craves for the feeling of having a child like it's something he misses deeply without even knowing why, so the moment he realizes that you, the shy one of the crew is looking up to him he's being all clingy with you.

• He tries to look cool, something that either he fails at or his Egg Bois do it for him, he wants to make up to your expectations towards him because you're one of the little people who treat him nicely. You mainly admire him because besides being a little timid like you, he's a very intelligent inventor.

• He makes you gadgets for your self defense and makes sure one of his Egg Bois is always following you to keep you safe, they can't do much but are very useful as bait so you can run while they get attacked.

• Expect a bunch of drama and dad jokes coming from him, that's his way of trying to sound cool and reliable to you, he wants to be a good father figure or whatever figure you need and that's what makes you feel so welcomed and cared for when you're around him. Make sure to give him a hug everytime he does nice things to you, he appreciates it.

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lucithekingofhell · 1 month

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Hiya big fan /p :3

Do you ship Radioapple?

Or do you have like secret feelings for Alastor?

(Dw I won't tell! :D)

Idk if you want one bug *hugs*

"well hello to you too fellow sinner! And of course who wouldn't be a big fan of the boss of hell himself! I have heard of RadioApple but why in tarnation's would anyone ship me, the king of hell with a filthy sinner? No I do not have feelings nor do a ship myself with that deer. He's irritating person and charming smile doesn't help."

*hugs back*

//I do ship them!//

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #hazbin #lucifer #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor

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justaticklishdeer · 22 days

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Tickles from a Deer Friend

hihi! It's my fic y'all have been waiting on, get your food 4.8k words, Jesus Christ. Super proud of this one! took absolutely forever, sorry about that aims for applemedia kinda vibe because i can /silly Tw/cw:tickling, restraints, tickles can be intense in places. fluffy stuffs It was a relatively quiet day in the hotel. Most of the residents were out running errands, or just out to hang out with each other. Alastor had stayed to organize and clean his radio tower. He picks up some radio equipment, crossing the room to place it in a storage supply cupboard. Adjusting dials, cleaning up and adjusting plants, and making sure all his microphone things were okay and ready to run when needed. Alastor’s coat and heeled boots were off and nearly placed on a chair. With all the hotel residents out and about, there wasn’t any reason to have to look composed in front of somebody.

The deer paces around his tower, before sitting down and beginning to meticulously clean his microphone staff. He was bored. Sure, going out in public and being able to evoke fear in ‘fellow’ sinners was mildly entertaining. Hunting them down and being able to quite literally scare them out of their mind? Even better. But, today was just one of those days where Alastor didn’t feel the need to scare anyone. He finishes cleaning his staff, then goes down to the lobby. It was odd seeing everyone gone. Husker and Angel had gone to a bar together, Charlie and Vaggie were out doing some romantic stuff on a date, Niffty was nowhere to be seen. Alastor sits on the couch, reading one of his books.

He felt a shift in signals–like something was messing with the radio waves. Alastor’s ears flick a couple times, and he tries to shake the feeling. Alastor stands up after a moment with a hiss of irritation. He turns around and sees Vox. Seriously?

‘Vox. A…pleasure for you to be here,’ Alastor says, sarcasm evident. ‘Have you come to tickle the ever loving daylights out of me yet again?’ The television overlord shakes his head. ‘No, surprisingly. Just came to say hello.’ Vox sits down, looking around. The hotel was nicely done after the battle with the angels–with Lucifer’s assistance in rebuilding, it was extremely well done. New curtains, a beautiful exterior, new lights, everything. Vox was so zoned out he didn’t even realize Alastor was staring at him.

‘Are you done musing over the hotel?’ Alastor deadpans. Vox snaps out of it and nods. He then notices Alastor didn’t have his coat or boots on. ‘Wait, when did you–’

‘Don’t mention anything or else I will gladly tear your body up,’ Alastor hisses, sitting back down to read. Vox simply watched the deer read. Infatuated with him. ‘Did you ask about the tickles because you want them–?’ Vox asks, shifting slightly. He chuckled at seeing Alastor’s ears flick with both annoyance and flusteredness. ‘No, I don’t want them. Well, not at the moment. I have better things to do than laugh my head off.’

‘Fair enough,’ Vox hums. He could see Alastor’s ears still flicking. ‘Is my television waves messing with your radio ones or something?’ ‘Yes,’ Alastor’s voice came out in an irritated hiss. His ears flick again, as if to prove a point. His radio filter dropped for a second as he said, ‘It’s mildly irritating, if I do say so myself.’ Vox nods in understanding. He couldn’t exactly stop the interference. ‘But, the duck loving freak is worse. His royal shortness enjoys being a prick to me. Although, it’s entertaining to rile him up,’ Alastor says, his smile widening at the thought of irritating the King.

‘Wait, Lucifer?’ Vox looks over, bewildered. Alastor actually had the nerve to toy with the King? The most powerful being in hell? Although, the fallen angel didn’t seem all too intimidating. Ducks as the main obsession was a bit…less intimidating for an all powerful seraphim. Of course, seeing how he had defeated Adam with no struggle or hardships was quite a feat. Alastor was busy giggling like a madman at the mere thought of being able to tick off Lucifer.

‘Okay–points aside. He’s just annoying,’ Alastor chuckles after composing himself. The deer goes back to reading. Vox still looked a bit surprised at the fact that Alastor enjoyed it. He supposed it was better than murdering sinners and Overlords, though. The television demon shakes his head slightly, fiddling with his claws, growing bored. He wanted to do something, but the question was what. Alastor didn’t want to be tickled at the moment, and he would respect that. He may be an obsessive, sadistic ler but he wasn’t so lowly as to disrespect Alastor’s boundaries.

Alastor flips a page, eyes scanning over the page as he reads. He had started to slowly tune out Vox’s presence. The deer’s ears would occasionally flick to show emotions during his reading. It was nice having some peace and quiet in the hotel for once. Alastor chuckled, remembering being scolded by Charlie on multiple occasions for fighting with Lucifer. It was too amusing, too fun, too..exciting to be able to rile Lucifer up so easily. It was as simple as pointing out he was short or even calling a duck ‘stupid.’ Amusing indeed.

‘You know, I feel like you’re in one of those moods.’

Vox looked up, a bit confused as to what Alastor meant. Then he realized. ‘I’m not in…that..mood.’ Alastor grins. ‘I can see it in your posture. Your eyes. You’re just begging to be tickled, aren’t you? You want to be absolutely wrecked, having me make you laugh yourself silly. You want me to tickle you until you’re begging, don’t you? Poor thing…’

Vox blinks, speechless at whatever the heck Alastor just said. ‘Th-that’s not–I don’t–I want–’ Alastor’s smile gets wider at the flustered response. He adjusts himself, which makes Vox jump back. The poor demon was already wanting to be tickled, and for some reason seeing a potential tickler being able to pounce at any second had Vox all twitchy and antsy.

Alastor laughs softly. ‘You know you could just ask, right?” Vox nods, smiling shyly. ‘I don’t think it’s worth it and all that, too nervous and I can’t even say the word-’

‘Tickle. Ticklish. Tickling-’ Alastor laughs harder as Vox gets more flustered. He grabs his book, sitting back down and sipping coffee nonchalantly. Vox tilts his head, slightly confused. Alastor lets one of his shadowy tendrils drag slowly up Vox’s sides, and the television flinches at the touch. ‘A-Alahastor–’

‘Hm? I don’t believe I’m touching you at all,’ Alastor days innocently, the tendril wiggling right above his hip. Vox snickers softly, trying to push the tendril away. ‘Gehehehet thahat awahay–!’ The television demon tries to squirm. Alastor chuckles, making the tendril try to wriggle underneath Vox’s coat, going against his sides. “I h–hahate yohou!’ he snorts, thrashing to the side. Vox grabs at the stupid thing, to no avail.

Alastor chuckles out, ‘I bet you’d prefer my claws, wouldn’t you? You poor, obsessed little thing…’ He gets up, straddling over Vox’s legs. He laughs at the blush that overcomes Vox's screen. He makes his shadowy tendril tweak at the antenna on Vox’s head, making the demon squeak. ‘Fu–uhuck! Don’t-’ His voice glitched out for a split second. The deer has the tendril disappear, and switches to skittering his claws up and down Vox’s sides. Vox instantly jolts back, giggling as he grabs Alastor’s wrists–of course, the deer did have a point with his earlier statement. He was far too obsessed and utterly infatuated with Alastor to stop him.

His claws dig into the couch after a minute, refusing to let himself shove Alastor off. ‘Plehehease–yohoure so mehean!’

‘Oh, please, darling. I could be much worse,’ Alastor growls, teasing the poor demon beneath him. ‘Now, I know the antennas are a particular bad spot. Let’s see if there’s any others…’ Alastor’s ears flick with delight. He was having much too fun tickling him. And in all honesty, Vox deserved it for all the previous times Alastor had been wrecked by him. He tilts his head in curiosity, and Vox stares at him. ‘Are you gonna-’

‘Yes, yes, I’m getting to it,’ Alastor hums. The deer honestly did have a soft spot for the demon, but would never admit that. That was for him to know. He rakes his claws down Vox’s ribs, teasingly slow just to get a good reaction. Vox squirms, grinning wide. ‘Ffffuck ohoff!’

‘Oh, please. You can’t deny that you enjoy my claws on you.’ Alastor traces circles on the spot right below Vox’s ribcage, earning a snort. Although the touch was dampened a bit by his clothing, his claws had managed to get under the coat. Vox tries to kick, but Alastor had a couple tendrils hold his legs down. ‘Ah, ah, ah, don’t need you kicking me, now do we?” he teased as he went to his lower ribs, massaging to feel for the bones. Vox kicks and squeaks, glitching for a moment.

‘Oh, don’t want to break the technology just yet, now do we?’ Alastor chuckles, moving to a less ticklish spot on the other demon. Vox’s laughs went to frantic giggles, shaking his head. He was surprised his internal fans hadn’t kicked on yet. Alastor honestly wasn’t being too harsh on him–yet. But, he would admit, he did enjoy being tickled by his ‘rival.’ He kicks–well, tries to–as Alastor hits a spot a couple inches above his hip. ‘Now, let’s get these out of the way–’ Alastor giggles sinisterly to himself, using a tendril to pull both of Vox’s arms above his head. He starts digging into that spot. It earned some odd sort of television static crackle.

‘Alahahalastohor! Nohoho no–dohohon’t!’ Vox snorts, trying to arch his back. Alastor had him straddled pretty damn well, though. He could feel claws teasingly crawling towards his hips. He tried to buck to no avail. ‘Nonono why ahahare you dohoing thihis?!’ Vox giggles frantically, claws trying to dig into the tendril holding his arms up. Alastor just chuckles softly, enjoying seeing his rival like this. Helpless. Giggling. Of course, not exactly wanting to use tickling as the way to achieve it (he would’ve preferred hurting him,) but Alastor loved hearing people giggle and laugh. Adorable little thing to him.

He tilts his head, deer ears flopping to the side a little, looking at Vox. He curiously squishes at the other’s hips, earning a choked laugh. ‘Oh, so I suppose this is a good spot to linger on?’ The deer giggles out, and since his coat was off, Vox could probably see his deer tail wagging as he tickled him.He starts to gently knead into Vox’s hips, earning a startled squeak from the demon beneath him.

‘Alahahastohor! Nohoho–nohot–nohoht–nohot–thehehere!’ his voice glitched out while trying to speak through his laughter. A tendril slithers down Vox’s arms to scritch at his underarms. The television demon tried to squirm more, only to be met by Alastor restraining him further. ‘You know, you’re quite a thrasher,’ he comments, massaging firm circles into Vox’s hips which had him cackling. ‘Yohohou’re juhust as bahahad, the fuhhuck–’

‘And for that, you’re getting this worse,’ Alastor hummed, mostly playful. But he did speed up his tickling, having the tendril move up to tweak at Vox’s antennas. Vox tried to kick, but was well restrained. He tried begging the deer demon for this to stop, or at least ease up on the tickling intensity a bit. ‘Stahahap ihihit! Be gehehentler! I swehehear–’ Vox felt his internal fans kick on, trying to cool him before he overheated. Alastor noticed this, his ears flicking as they somehow picked up on the noise of the fans despite how loud his rival’s laughter was. He slowed down the tickles, moving from Vox’s hips to gently scribbling up and down his sides. Deer tail wagging behind him with absolute delight.

Vox’s laughter had quieted down, and he was still trying to shake the stupid voodoo shadow tendril..thing off his antenna. Alastor chuckles, teasing at his underarms to add on to the maddening sensations. Vox grinned wide, shaking his head slightly. He loved this, fully. It was an odd feeling to have Alastor tickling him instead of the other way around, but somehow it was nice. A good feeling to have.

After a few minutes, Alastor backed off, letting the other breathe. He went to sit down, acting as if the whole scenario didn’t just happen.

‘Whahat the hell..’ Vox muttered out. Alastor grinned wider. ‘Deserved…do you need a drink?’ he offered, knowing it’s what Vox usually did to him after their sessions. Vox nodded, and he conjured a glass of water which appeared next to the other. Vox gratefully took it. ‘You know you’re worse, though,’ he teased. Alastor rolled his eyes, conjuring up one of his books to read. ‘Oh, please.’ His ears flicked back in embarrassment. Vox chuckled, watching him read. He stared at Alastor’s hooves, knowing how easy it would be to pounce and tickle the poor deer silly. Not now. He was about to say something, when he heard something.

The door opened and a certain king stood there, and Alastor looked unamused. ‘Welcome back, your royal shortness,’ he said in a rather snarky tone. He knew how to tick the other off, and it was so amusing to do. Lucifer rolled his eyes. ‘Don’t you have better things to do, Bambi?’ Alastor growled, ears flattened. ‘I’m not a ‘Bambi.’’

Vox watched, amused by the whole thing. ‘Aren’t you though? Because of the whole deer thing and stuff.’ Alastor turned to glare at him too. Lucifer then notices how Alastor’s coat and boots were off, and he tilts his head. ‘Did you expect us–well, me–to be gone longer?’ he asks, sitting next to the deer to irk him. It did work, because Alastor scooted away a bit. ‘Yes, I did. Now, how about you go make some more ducks or something, since that seems to be all you can do?’

‘Hey, I can do more than that!’ Lucifer retorts, standing up. Since Alastor was still sitting, he was somewhat at his level. ‘Cooking pancakes also isn’t that much of a talent,’ Alastor said with a shit eating grin. He knew how to annoy the seraph. The fallen angel growls and jabs Alastor in the ribs, earning a more than surprised squeak from the deer.

‘Careful, he just finished wrecking my shit,’ Vox warned with a laugh. Alastor smiled at him, before turning to Lucifer and getting up. ‘Oh, so you want to play that game, huh?’ he taunts, raking his claws down the king’s back, forcing the six wings out. Lucifer jolts back, stumbling. He had been tickled in front of Alastor before, and he knew the deer knew his wings were his worst spot.

‘Maybe I do,’ he challenged, trying to keep up that brave face.

‘You have ten seconds to run and hide.’ Alastor sat down, waiting expectantly. ‘I’m not playing some–’ Lucifer started. ‘Nine.’ That did it. Lucifer spread his wings and flew off. He panted as he flew down a hallway, finding a guest room. Okay. This could work. Lucifer quickly hides under the bed; as much as he hated to admit it, his small size helped out here. He shapeshifted into his snake form, coiling under the bed. Honestly, he knew there was no true point to hiding. Alastor hunted down overlords, he’d find Lucifer at some point. For now, he could relax.

Alastor hums and spins his cane as he gets up. ‘And that’s time. Vox, would you mind helping me hunt down a certain angel?’ Vox looks up in surprise. Alastor wanted him to…help?

‘Uh..sure.’

The two go throughout the hotel. Alastor hums a simple tune as he goes along, having tendrils and shadows reach out to sneak in places to assist in the search. He knew Lucifer couldn’t have gone too far. The deer hunts down the angel, searching in every place he could. He walks to the guest bedroom. Alastor knew Lucifer was in here, there was no way he wasn’t. He hums his song still.

Lucifer lay coiled underneath the bed as he heard Alastor walk in. Shit. He coils tighter, trying to quiet himself down like that would help at all. He felt a tendril stroke down his scales and he almost hissed in ticklish surprise. The tendril scribbled along the scales and Lucifer writhed, managing to somehow stay quiet.

Alastor knew what he was doing. He had the tendril move to Lucifer’s side scales, and he heard a muffled hiss. He chuckles and walks out, knowing that Lucifer would have to come out eventually if he wanted the tendril to stop. He met Vox halfway down the hall. ‘Did you find–’ ‘Oh, yes I did, he’s currently getting a..treatment until he decides to come face me.’ Alastor sits down to read.

Lucifer hissed and tried to slither away from the damn tendril, but it swipes up the underside of his snake body, which was much more ticklish than anticipated. He chokes out a curse before going to his seraphim form, quickly desummoning his wings so those weren’t an option. The tendril moves up his sides, scribbling at a bad spot. Alastor could probably hear his frantic giggling as he tried to push the tendril away. He arches his back, trying so hard to fight the sensations. Eventually, Alastor walks in with an amused look.

“Are you ready to give up yet, your highness?” Alastor taunted. Lucifer shook his head, but Alastor knew he was lying. ‘Oh, but you are. I can see it in the way you’re moving and looking up at me. Vox, care to assist?’ The king struggles and thrashes, and feels a singular tendril raise his arms above his head, holding him down. He could feel a weight on his legs–since Alastor was sitting next to him, it had to be Vox.

The king glared at the two. ‘You will not touch me. I am your King, and you do as I sahay-!’ Lucifer squeaked as Alastor slowly trailed claws up and down his sides. Lucifer’s back arches as Alastor scribbles along a bad spot on his waist. He squirms back and forth, the biggest smile gracing his face. He tries to tug his arms down to protect himself, not feeling any leeway there. Fuck.

He could feel Vox take off his boots and he kicked hard. He was not getting to his hooves, no way. He whined and arched his back, feeling Alastor ease up on the tickles ever so slightly. ‘Vox, whatever you just did has him all riled up.’

‘All I did was take his boots off. I was gonna see if his hooves were just as bad as yours,’ Vox comments, trying to get the king to hold still for more than two seconds. Alastor rolls his eyes at the comment about his hooves. Lucifer actually managed to buck Vox off in a panic, giggling his heart out. “Dohohon’t touch thehem-’

‘Touch what? These pretty little things? These adorable wittle hoovsies?’ Vox teases, grabbing both of Lucifer’s ankles and hooking them in the crook of his elbow. He had a good grip too. Lucifer screeched and tried to kick–then realized Alastor had added another restraining tendril across his hips and legs. He was probably going to die–from laughter, of course.

‘Can the wittle angel take all his tickling? Can the pretty wittle baby lee take all his tickles?’ Vox taunts in a baby voice as he starts to spider his claws up and down Lucifer’s hooves. Both at the same time. The poor angel screamed and fell into frantic giggles. He could feel Vox focus on a particularly bad spot, and it didn’t help that Alastor had switched tactics. Lucifer could feel Alastor’s claws slowly ‘walking’ down his arms. He tries to squirm as he hears Alastor humming a song--presumably to taunt him. The king tried to arch away as the walking fingers got closer and closer to his underarms.

Vox found a bad spot on his hooves that made him bleat like some kind of goat. A surprised look crossed Vox’s features, his claws pausing right above the spot. Alastor stopped and also looked at Lucifer, his fingers hovering above the angel’s underarms. “What the hell was that?” Lucifer didn’t answer, simply trying to kick, still smiling. Alastor told Vox to repeat whatever he did.

Vox raked over the spot again. He got the same reaction. Alastor started to attack his underarms, and the fallen angel practically screeched. Alastor bent down to talk to Lucifer in closer proximity, whispering in a baby voice, ‘Does the wittle baby lee not wike all his wittle tickles and scritchies? Hm? Hmm?’ Lucifer laughed harder. “Dohohohont tehehease meheHEHE–!” His laughter hitched up as Vox started to curiously explore the split in his cloven hooves. The seraph screeches and laughs nice and loud. His adorable laughter filled the room as Vox dug into that damn spot. ‘Plehehehease! PleheheHEHEhease!’ he begged, arching his back as Alastor kept up the relentless pace at his underarms. He felt the fingers scribble down his ribs and sides.

It wasn’t as bad. But bad enough to have him giggling wildly, a squeal, snort, or goat bleat coming out when Vox hit a bad spot on the hooves. Alastor slowly undoes Lucifer’s coat, signaling to Vox to give him a moment to breathe. Alastor gets Lucifer’s coat mostly off, pushing up his shirt to expose his bare stomach. This had Lucifer’s eyes widen. ‘Nononohoho bad Bambi, bahad Bambi–!’ Alastor walked a couple claws across his bare belly, making Lucifer flinch hard and snicker into his raised arms. He could feel the tendrils tighten their grip ever so slightly, really insuring that he couldn’t escape it.

Alastor leaned down with a grin, beginning to nibble across Lucifer’s bare stomach with no restraint at all. The feeling of his sharp teeth on his stomach sent him into a wild fit of hysterics. Vox hadn’t even gone back to tickle his hooves again. He moved up to help Alastor with Lucifer’s upper body, teasing at Lucifer’s left side, scritching at his ribs nonstop. ‘Fuhuhuck yohohou two, I ahahaham yohohour kihing, you cahahan’t do thihhis to mehehehe!’ Vox massages into his ribs, earning a loud goatlike bleat and a kick.

‘You know, a little ducky told me something.’ Alastor picks up a rubber duck from the place where he had summoned it out of thin air. Vox looked up with an amused gaze. What could the deer possibly mean? Alastor switches to some stupid baby voice as he talks, ‘I told the big bad Wadio Demon that wingdies are wealllyyy ticklish!’ He squeaks the duck as emphasis. Lucifer blinks with pure surprise. What?

‘The duck is-is lyhying–’ Lucifer protests, squirming more. Alastor squeaks the duck again, saying, ‘If you tickle his wittle back, you can get all his wingsies to come out then you can tickle the wittle angel absolutely silly and have him laughing all nice and cute!’ As he spoke, he had Vox move to reach underneath Lucifer. The short king squeaks and tries to get away. Vox murmured softly, ‘Are your wings really that bad? I haven’t even started, you short little lee!~’

Vox slowly tickles up the king’s back, having the other man sent into giggly hysterics. He felt Vox hit a particular spot on the back of his shoulders, and that made all six fluffy wings summon, the wings flaring out. Alastor grins, using some tendrils to grab the ends of all six wings, spreading them out. This had it so the two could go to town with the wings without having to worry about Lucifer accidentally smacking them in the face with a wing.

Lucifer’s eyes widen and he arches his back–honestly the only movement he could really manage. Alastor straddled across his waist area, positioning his claws above the lowermost set of wings. Vox was near Lucifer’s head, his hands above the top set. For the middle set, Alastor had his shadowy tendrils sliding up into position. ‘Three,’ Alastor chuckled. Lucifer shook his head frantically, wild giggles already escaping. ‘Nonono plehehease dohon’t do–’

‘Two,’ Vox said, grinning wide as he brought his hands closer. The fallen angel whines, trying to beg and compromise with the two. ‘I’m your kihihing–’ Alastor’s claws land onto the lowermost set as he teases, ‘One!’ Alastor dug in, the tendrils wriggled into the wingpits of the middle set, and Vox started to tease at the edges of the top set. Lucifer actually screamed, trying to flap his wings in desperation. Fuck, this was intense.

He could feel his wings utterly trapped from the tendrils holding them still. ‘FuhHUHUCK! NohohHOhot the wihhiHIHings! PleheehEHEASE!’ Lucifer felt Vox search under the feathers to get to the skin beneath, and he bleated like some stupid goat again, before his loud cackles filled the room. ‘I’m–PLEHEHEASE!’

The tendril wriggles near the base of his wings, making Lucifer wheeze before being able to drag a breath in and laugh harder, shaking his head frantically. Alastor scribbles along the middle of the wings, making the king snort helplessly. It really did feel weird being the helpless one here. Considering he was the King of Hell, he was usually the one in control. But these two…Jesus.

He hyperventilates as he tries to regain any sort of composure. Lucifer actually did like the tickling, though he wouldn’t ever admit that. He smiles nice and wide, his loud, precious laughter filling the room. He remembered these days–when his brothers or his wife would tickle him, and now that he was here, Charlie had done it once. It was honestly kind of nice having someone to tickle him silly. A tendril comes up to gently tickle under his chin, making him snort and turn his head to the side.

‘What’s wrong, you adorable little king? Hm? Can’t handle some tickle tickle tickles?~’ Alastor teases, intensifying the tickles further. Vox was doing gentle tickles, which led to some very conflicting feelings on his wings. He desperately tries to flap his wings to get away, but the tendrils hold fast. Lucifer couldn’t focus enough to desummon the wings or try to get anything off of him.

His laughter went silent for a couple seconds before he was able to breathe and dig his hooves into the floor, trying to arch away or something. He was starting to get frantic in his attempts to get away, and the deer demon and television demon could tell he was nearing his overwhelming point.

‘PlehehHEHEase! Plehehehease stahHAHAp!’ Alastor looked at Vox, debating whether the king had actually had enough or not. ‘Do you think he can take much more?’ Vox scratches at a certain spot, which makes Lucifer bleat again. ‘I’d say another minute or two and let him up. Suppose we don’t want to kill the sweetheart.’

After a couple more minutes of the wing tickle ‘torture,’ Alastor lets him up. All the shadowy tendril restraints vanish, allowing Lucifer to immediately curl up and fold his wings behind him, giggling and panting. Alastor gets up, glancing at him. ‘Do you need water?’ he asks gently. Lucifer nods weakly, and Alastor goes to get the water. Vox picks up Lucifer, bringing him to the couch. Lucifer cuddles up to him.

Alastor walks in, smiling fondly at the sight. ‘He’s mine to cuddle too.’ He sits down next to the two, helping Lucifer drink the water, which he does gratefully. After he finishes his water, he snuggles up to the deer as well, dragging him into the cuddle pile. Vox uses one hand to pet Lucifer’s hair, the other to pet and scratch behind Alastor’s deer ears. Alastor purrs like a deer, kicking his hoof slightly.

Vox smiles, continuing to lavish the both of them with affection. Alastor wraps his arms around Lucifer, cuddling him close. ‘You’re cute,’ he mumbles to Lucifer. Lucifer smiles, reaching up to ruffle Alastor’s hair. ‘Shut up, you’re the cute one here.’

Vox laughs, simply letting the two argue over it. Eventually, they both settle down. Both cuddle up to Vox. Alastor mumbles something about Vox being warm. ‘Well, I’m electricity powered for the most part, I’m probably going to be generating some sort of heat.’ ‘Shut up, smartass,’ Lucifer mumbled affectionately, playfully poking Vox’s screen. Alastor was half asleep. Lucifer reaches over, summoning a blanket to cover all of them. Vox relaxes as well, hands slowing in their ministries.

‘You guys sleepy?’ Vox asks. Alastor doesn’t respond, too tired. Lucifer nods, reaching over to scratch behind Alastor’s furry ears. Messing with the fur. The ears flick lightly and Alastor tiredly smiles at all the affection. Vox slowly pets Lucifer’s blond hair.

‘Go to sleep. Both of you,’ he mumbles. Vox fell asleep first, his TV screen brightness lowering by a lot as he ‘powers down.’ Lucifer cuddles up to Alastor as he falls asleep, and Alastor simply nuzzles into Vox’s chest as he dozes off.

Sure, the residents of the hotel would be back soon. And all three would be all cuddled up on the couch, not worrying about a thing. They all had each other, and that’s all that mattered.

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