#also angel dust absolutely killed it in this outfit

[murderluv23]

Yeah, bitch. He BETTER be alive.

[ohdeerfully]

Hii!! i’ve never requested smth before but i absolutely adore your lil one shots for alastor and was wondering if you could write smth based on someone’s idea?

https://www.tumblr.com/sockmeat/741700944177315840/alastor-in-rut-but-instead-of-him-being-horny-hes

completely fine if not!! i just thought it was a cute idea and would love to see it wrote in an actual scenario!! :3

this is really simple and short but god writing block is killing me quickly... hope u like it anyway!!!!!! mwah mwah

as stated in the request, this is based off of @sockmeat 's post, which you can access by clicking here!

Jealousy Looks Good on You

alastor x reader (fluff) TW: alastor is super possessive, reader is referred to as female but doesn't really effect story at all, thats it i think

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It was that time of year again for Alastor. A few months of absolute physical and mental torture—which, considering he lived in Hell, maybe that was how Heaven finally managed to torment him for eternity. It never took a genius to figure out what put Alastor in such an odd state.

He was a deer.

Deer go into rut.

It was incredibly embarrassing, to say the least, especially for him when the rut was over. However, for his “mate,” who faced the brunt end of his seasonal affections, you didn’t mind in the slightest. In fact, it was probably your favorite three months of the year. 

You were currently lounging in the hotel lobby, chatting with Angel Dust about a bar he was interested in going to. You had one leg thrown up over the other, clad in a dark red outfit that had been “mysteriously” placed on the edge of your bed when you woke up—you knew who the culprit was as soon as you saw Alastor a few minutes later in a suspiciously similar outfit of the same color scheme.

He had been sitting next to you for a while, making small, nearly unnoticeable bids for attention as you tried to focus on Angel’s words. A pressure on your knee with his own, a light graze of his fingers through your hair as he lifted his hand to adjust his monocle… to anybody else, the contact would’ve seemed only coincidental; however, to you, it was obvious considering the great care he always took to mind his personal space.

A brief glance out of the corner of your eye confirmed your suspicions. You couldn’t help but lightly grin at the tense grin on his face and the growing expression of frustration as you continued to keep your attention on Angel.

“–so, that being said, I wanted ta invite’cha out with me! And Cherri’ll be there too,” Your eyes turned back towards the spider. You could nearly feel the tenseness in Alastor’s shoulders heighten, and that radio frequency of his tuning up ever so slightly, but still noticeable.

“That bar is no place for my lady,” Alastor responded in a snap before you could even open your mouth. You whipped your head in his direction with a frown. 

“She isn’t your anything, Smiles,” Angel shot back, also interrupting your own attempt at defending yourself. 

It was almost comical, the way your head twisted back and forth with each remark the two made at each other. The tension was rising quickly, and you were getting more agitated with how many times you got cut off from saying a single word.

You were distracted from your own mental anguish when Alastor abruptly stood, hand gripping his cane with more force than usual. There was a dangerous look in his red eyes as he grinned down at Angel.

“She is mine,” Alastor stated with finality. “And what’s mine stays with me.” He reached down and gripped your hand, tugging you up with him. As angry as he seemed he was still gentle with you, at least. 

You’d be lying if you didn’t find the possessiveness attractive. Heck, it would probably be impossible to date the Radio Demon if you didn’t want to be obsessed over and practically owned. You were only slightly embarrassed at the heat on your cheeks when you felt the almost desperate grip of his on your hand, to which Angel pointed at with a defeated “what the hell.”

He basically dragged you away from the situation, ears slightly pressed back. He refused to look at you as you caught up to his steps and walked beside him. He didn’t have to look at you, though, because you already knew the turmoil that was going through his head.

“Don’t be so embarrassed,” You tried to comfort as he opened the door to your shared bedroom. “I think it’s very becoming of a gentleman to protect his property.” You enjoyed the way his eyes glittered with pride when you referred to yourself in such a manner. You didn’t truly consider yourself property, of course, but you simply enjoyed seeing that look in his eyes and the way his chest involuntarily puffed up.

What a different being Alastor was during his rut. More expression than ever with the way his affections and frustrations were so visible in his body language. He pulled you closer to him, squeezing you against his body as he let the two of you fall into the bed. You lifted yourself off of his chest with an elbow and looked down at him.

He met your gaze with his own wide, needy eyes and quivering smile. To put it simply, he looked… pitiful. Endearing. You loved it. He hated it. You knew if anybody saw him in this state he would go on the attack immediately without a single thought. You briefly glanced back to make sure the door had been locked. Just in case.

You smiled at him and peppered kisses on his chest and up, finally nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck. He sighed pleasantly at your motions, swooping his arms up to position you on your side in front of him, wrapping himself protectively around your body.

“I crave you, my love,” He stated in an incredibly forward way. His voice lacked the typical radio effect as he spoke, and you realized your skin was also not prickling with the sensation that usually accompanied his presence. You responded by layering your hands over his own, which was resting comfortably against your waist. “I never want you out in such a… dirty place with that overly sexual spider.”

“I know, Al,” You said with a sigh. “Too many ‘hungry eyes’, you’ve told me this.”

He remained quiet, and you could barely feel the way your hair flicked every time he exhaled against the top of your head.

You also remained quiet, opting to just enjoy the moment. These three months went by so, so fast, so you didn’t want to waste time speaking and bickering over meaningless things. You didn’t care to go to bars, anyway; you weren’t much of a drinker. You also hoped to get Alastor’s mind off of his disdain for Angel. While you trusted him to know better to attack one of your friends—more importantly one of Charlie’s friends—you didn’t want to take any chances. He was somehow even more unpredictable during his rut.

You leaned your head back, tilting up slightly to meet Alastor’s gaze. He placed a feather-light kiss against your forehead in response.

He was in for a long three months, but you were going to enjoy every second of it.

[rubra-wav]

The Main Hazbin cast x taking care of sick reader

A/N : I'm going off of flu-like symptoms type sickness for this one

Cw: Sfw, gn reader, Niffty being strange asf - injection mentions

[ Part 2 ] >>

Charlie

- no. 1 caretaker of those who are sick istg (in theory at least)

- She pulls out every single thing; medicine, soup, heating bottles, electrolyte drinks, extra blankets, entertainment stuff, etc. Etc.

- She will straight up fixate upon you getting better so you can come back to group exercises without the others worrying about your contagiousness.

- The only issue with her is that she won't leave you alone like at all.

- Vaggie needs to come drag her out so she'll stop talking about all the 'work' you've missed while you've been away recovering and all the theory behind it while you're trying to rest.

- Charlie 100% gets sick as well.

- Probably will try to keep hugging you and stuff like that, disregarding your grossness because she doesn't want you to feel 'lonely'.

Vaggie

- Understandably a bit avoidant of you, but not straight up averse.

- She needs to stay in top shape to guard the hotel.

- She would wear a mask around you and come see you still in short intervals, though, bringing you some stuff you need occasionally.

- insists you stay in your room so the hotel doesn't have a sweep of whatever the hell you have. Even with you wearing a mask or something yourself, she's iffy.

- Apologises each time she has to pull Charlie out of your room so you can sleep in peace.

- Also apologises when Alastor and Niffty show up to be menaces.

- Wants you to get better probably just as much as Charlie does.

- But mostly so she'll stop having to personally come drag away her overly good-natured girlfriend and the other two.

- Probably ends up getting sick eventually because Charlie ends up getting sick.

Angel Dust

- Avoids you like the plague.

- If he has to give you stuff, he will just leave it outside, knock, then bolt.

- Would probably talk with you over phone calls a fair bit while you're bedridden.

- The absolute last thing Angel needs is to get sick in his mind. It's not sexy at all, and with the hours he works?

- Fucking hell no.

- And he doesn't want to find out if there's a kink about that.

- Sorry, not sorry, but he's staying away.

- Would probably dress in a sexy nurse outfit while he delivers stuff to your door as a joke.

- If you don't answer the door, he'll assume you are asleep and will send a selfie with whatever he's left at your door and send it to you with some kind of 'get well soon' esque message so you know it's there.

- Wants you to get better but isn't gonna actively take any kinds of risks.

Husk

- Would also not want to be around you.

- Another person with a 'I can't get sick with my job' mindset.

- Would probably just purely communicate over messages, wouldn't actually come up to your door.

- May make you special (nonalcoholic ofc) drinks to help you recover and get someone else to send them up to you - makes the excuse that he needs to be at his 'post' at all times so he can't himself.

- I hc him as secretly being really good at cooking and liking to, so makes you lots of soups and things like that.

- Annoyed because he then has to deal with other people complaining about why he isn't making food for them as well.

- He's confident you're going to get better so doesn't really care all that much.

Pentious

- He's genuinely worried.

- Both for himself, but also for you as well.

- He comes from a time where people got what you got and died very quickly with no treatment available, so he's scared shitless about it even if everyone's insisting it's not going to kill you.

- Doesn't go see you in person because he's freaked out about it, but sends his eggs to come talk to you, ask you how you are and deliver messages from him to you every day.

- Will lie and say he doesn't care at all, then probably go cry in private about it.

- When it's clear you're no longer sick, he's going to be so relieved.

- Will probably genuinely show physical affection without thinking about it.

- Glomps you via wrapping himself around you, and then acts like it never happened.

Alastor

- He's such an awful cunt the whole time.

- Always shows up to go see you but its only to laugh at you like you're the funniest thing ever.

- Will bring you stuff, but it's very obviously not goof faith.

- He cannot get sick off of normal things, so he's all up in your business the whole time he decides it's 'go bother (name)!' Time.

- If you're delirious with temperature he'll probably openly talk to you about certain secret things because if you remember and bring them up he can just gaslight you about it.

- "Oh (name), you must be misremembering because you were so unwell!"

- He is the absolute worst about you being sick.

- Vaggie is your saviour in this situation, shooing him out of your room when she realises that he's once again back.

Niffty

- Okay, Alastor is objectively the worst, but Niffty is also fucking terrible.

- She's seemingly good faith with her bs at least, though.

- Acts like the insanest, most unhinged nurse taking care of a child with you.

- Will be there trying to cram food and drink down your throat aggressively, spoon feeding you things while gripping your mouth open way too hard.

- Dresses up like a nurse as well, courtesy of Alastor of course.

- Will show up with God knows what in syringes and try to inject them into you.

- Probably will try get a blood sample from you as well for some terrifying reason.

- You probably end up tripping balls at some point because she's injected you with some unidentifiable substance.

- Also needs to be escorted out by Vaggie so you aren't straight up killed by her attempts to... help(?) You get better. The motivation is unclear.

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I may also make one about reader taking care of them when they're sick too atsp 🤔

[hiemaldesirae]

Swap AU:

Vox and Alastor's breakup/Fight was huge--and messy as fuck. Quite simply, unlike what canon is hinting at where Valentino came to Vox's rescue and Alastor ruined one of his Antenna it didn't happen here--and for those 7 years, Alastor lived with the belief he'd killed his beloved Vox. Which is the main reason why Alastor took over the entertainment district--too keep anything of Vox's alive. So yeah, Alastor runs the Vees. TV isn't as powerful--Radio is in every house, but huge televisions are on every corner, running 24/7 informing sinners of news and such and you can rent a tv alongside videos. (And the big TVs show Valentino's porn for a few limited hours at night. Val is....not someone Alastor cares alot for, especially once it comes out Vox sent an SOS to him. Once Velvette and Nifty become friends however, Alastor can see what Vox saw in Velvette.)

Vox's deal with Lucifer is alot more freer then whatever canon Alastor has going on. Lucifer's only command is this: Help and Protect Charlie to the best of your abilities and I'll give you power. The more you help her the more power you'll get in return.

So Vox doesn't really want to free himself at the moment--why would he, when helping the Princess would get him ridiculous amounts of power? (And with this power, he could protect himself from Alastor? He'd never be afraid of dying a second time again.) And that's why he avoids radios, knowing if Alastor picks up his voice the deer will know he's up and alive.

Upon his return and realization that Overlords aren't solo acts anymore and that Alastor owns the Vees and the entertainment district, Vox gets in contact with a hidden Overlord that owes him big time--after all, Vox did stop him from betting his soul and well seeing how Valentino's life is absolute shit at the moment it's a good thing he did.

Husker is, of course grumpy as ever, but agrees to take on his overlord status again and Join Vox at the Hotel--both of them proclaiming themselves as allies and the Hotel and the area around it their territory, easily surrounding the land with hearts, spades and lightning bolts.

While the two overlords are decorating, Angel Dust lifts up his phone, and takes pictures of Vox, and sends them to Valentino.

Valentino prints them out, and drops them off at Alastor's desk, murmuring about how having Angel Dust at the hotel might be a good thing after all.

HI AGAIN SWAP NONNY!!! youre so cool marry me. I mean what wait who said that

oh my GODDDD fuck the idea that alastor thinks he fucking KILLED vox when the other disappeared... im gonna be SICK he thought he killed his beloved and because of it even though he hates modern technology and all the buzz and noise that comes along with it he decided to take control of the entertainment district because itw as the only thing he thought he had left of vox... do you think he kept like voxs old heads or something and like has a makeshift grave or something. and he hates val because vox went to ask him for help but he didnt come in time so he thinks its BOth their faults that vox is gone... oh my god. oh my fucking God........ im really gonna be sick nonny why would you do this to me THEYRE SO FUCKIGn .OWUAUGAHHHHH TEARS MY HAIR OUT

YEAHH husk and vox friendship here is so sweet to me. i like to think that vox and husk join in on the bonding activities at the hotel with charlie and hype her up sometimes. also since theres no niffty here would vox also act as a niffty type person? like he and husk share duties between them of being concierge/janitor/bartender.... imagining vox in a bartender suit and a maid outfit was probably not the best thing to do for my fragile mind tbh but. You know. You see my vision right nonny dont you (i am shaking you gently)

GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HIM!!!!!!!! is angel acting like double agent like here or something? or are he and val in less of an employee/abusive boss relationship here and more of a comrades-in-arms relationship here united under alastor's tyranny? whatever it is im excited to hear more :) please dont stop with this nonny the brainrots getting to me

[askrainbowbug]

Ask Rainbowbug 🌈🦋🕷

The official name of this au is Pornstar Charlie AU! It follows canon up until ep 4 , where instead of asking to talk to Angel Dust after work, Charlie asks to film with him as a bonding experience since he hadn't been engaging with her attempts at the hotel. Valentino eagerly agrees, and afterwards he and Charlie make a deal: Angel can come and go from the studio as he pleases, as long as Charlie works for him.

Angel has just discovered that the initial incident ended up getting him pregnant and he is fearful for his future children's safety.

Lucifer went to give Valentino a warning for what he did to Charlie, promising not to kill him as per her wishes. Alastor sneaks in after Lucifer leaves the studio to finish Valentino off, effectively framing him for the murder.

FAQ below the cut 🌈

Q: Why does x character's design look different? (Mouth color, minor design change, etc)

A: personal interpretation! I have semi-redesigns planned for the future that will probably start being used at a certain planned event. Mostly just new outfits to help separate the au from canon.

Q: Are you a Valentino apologist? Why not just let him get killed?

A: absolutely not, as a sa survivor , and because val reminds me strongly of my abusive father and ex. however, we know that a) Charlie believes ANYONE can change and b) she is against killing. she spared Adam, ffs.

Q: isn't Angel Dust gay/Vaggie a lesbian?

A: first, no, Vaggie isn't a lesbian. She is canonically sapphic, but no particular sexuality has been confirmed. Also, in blog canon, all 3 are on the nb spectrum (Angel is genderfluid/cassgender, Charlie is genderfluid, and Vaggie is a demigirl.)

and:

more questions will be added as needed!

❤

[trashcanfanfics]

hello, i saw you accepted poly relationships, could you write headcanon for alastor x gn reader x Angel dust? please??

Absolutely!!

*Alastor WOULD be the den mother of the thruple if it weren't for him also encouraging the chaos

*You and Angel made a trip to a gas station for ice cream and other snacks once

*Alastor was waiting for you like "you didn't take me?"

*He was so hurt, but cheered up when you reveal that you got him coffee and jerky sticks

*Shopping with them usually ends up with a stolen cart and a speedy ride down the nearest hill

*Alastor kills catcallers

*You made a joke that you really wouldn't need an extermination if Alastor was determined to just go on murder sprees whenever someone inconveniences you or Angel

*When cuddling, Alastor lies on his back while Angel would lay his head on Al's shoulder and you would lay your head on his chest. One of Al's arms around each of you

*Angel's arms would wrap around you both and it's so comfy

*Angel would give you piggy back rides and carry you everywhere

*It starts playful fights between him and Alastor, because the deer also wants to carry you everywhere

*You have carried both of them bridal style before and Angel is surprisingly lighter than Al

*Not even God could help the poor fucker who'd mess with you

*They both are very protective

*Angel helps you with shopping (Alastor tags along only to see you try on new outfits)

*These two love you very much, and while there's never a dull moment, it's always fun

[yannowhatigiveup]

My One And Only - Chapter 12

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We’re finally onto the long chapters! Yay! We’re also catching up to where I currently am spin the story so frequent updates will be a thing of the past, sorry. Oh and before you read this chapter I gotta say something,

|| TW: This chapter does cover some topics that may be sensitive to some viewers. Viewer discretion is advised ||

Rose was probably the one who gave Lila Marinette’s phone number since Lila asked sOo NicELy and Rose was too kind. So kind that she’s oblivious to the fact her kindness is hurting others.

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Marinette then looked for something to put in her hair. She decided to put her hair into a ponytail tied with a long, dark red, silk ribbon. She finished her outfit and she realised she had plenty of time left before school started. Marinette noticed a notification for a message, rolling her eyes as she saw who it was from, Lila. Marinette took a deep breath before going to read it. 'It can't be that bad, right?'

Wrong.

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Lie-la: I said that I would take everything from you and i am a woman of my word but...I'm kinda bored. This is taking far too long. You should go kill yourself, it's not like anyone would care anyway. Go to the top of News tower and jump, no one will care. I surely won't. You don't deserve happiness. Just cross to the other side. Jump. No one will care. No one ever did. They're all fake, I'm just doing a favour for you. Jump. Kill yourself. No one loves you, no one cares. Jump, jump and fall to your miserable death. On News tower at 6:30, jump. You'll be able to get a good view of the world before you die. Not like I care. Jump. Kill yourself. You're a burden, everyone hates you. Just jump, die. Bleed, bleed out and die. Jump. Die. Kill yourself. Don't forget to leave a note. HAH! Who am I kidding? No one will read it anyway. Just kill yourself already.

Marinette only needed to read it once. She had a blank expression on her face, she wasn't going to give in to emotion, even though she wanted to. Tikki, noticing the change in emotion, flew over to Marinette. She caught a glimpse of her owner's screen before gasping and going to hug her.

"Thanks, I really needed that Tikki" Marinette sniffed before gathering herself. "Come on, I don't wanna be late!" She exclaimed, plastering a smile on her face. Tikki was unsure but went in Marinette's bag anyway. Marinette ran down the stairs, grabbing a croissant and said bye to her parents. She then sprinted to school, ignoring all the 'hello's on the way to the locker room. Alya, realised this and easily became suspicious.

"Hey Girl!" She said as Marinette approached. "You feeling good?"

"Yeah, I'm fine"

Alya and Nino looked at each other, confused, then Alya looked to Chloe who only shrugged her shoulders. Obviously there was something wrong. Then Alya got an idea. She pulled her phone out and texted the only person she knew Marinette would open up to. Damian.

Me: Hey can you check on Mari today?

Damian-boi: Why? Is something wrong?

Me: I think so but she isn't opening up

Damian-boi: I'll invite her over

Then, when Alya was putting her phone away, she saw Mari look at her phone and smile. 'He'll find out what's wrong'. Nino and Chloe also noticed that Marinette had smiled for the first time that day, she only had a blank expression, tired even.

"Did you send her a message or?" Chloe asked confused.

Alya shook her head. "I didn't but I'm sure Mari now has something to look forward to later"

Chloe looked at Nino, wanting answers. He shrugged his shoulders. Either way, they were glad that their friend had a burst of happiness. But she deserved so much more.

~~~

Damian was sitting on a seat by one of his hotel room's window, reading a book from the bookshelf provided. Though, it was merely a distraction. He sighed while putting the book down, he wanted to ask Marinette on a date he just couldn't figure out how. 'Why is this so difficult?' Then a message popped up on his phone.

Césaire: Hey can you check up on Mari today?

'Is Angel ok?'

Me: Why? Is there something wrong?

Césaire: I think so but she isn't opening up

'I'll talk to her later'

Me: I'll invite her over

He sent a message to Marinette then he put his phone down, to say he was slightly concerned would be an understatement. True he had only known Marinette for a few days, but he was willing to do anything to make sure she was happy and safe. Damian knew Marinette would do the same. He wanted to come up with a plan to make her happy. And that's what he did. But he did look up the Parisian heroes first, eying Ladybug closely. 'She looks very similar to Angel, wait a damn minute...'

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The bell went and Marinette headed towards Miss Bustier's classroom with Alya, Chloe and Nino not far behind. Since Marinette was quite far ahead of them, Lila managed to sneak a comment in without Marinette's friends hearing.

"I spoke the truth earlier, you are better off dead" Lie-la sneered.

Marinette flinched slightly, Lila saw this and was convinced the Marinette had heard her. She put a clueless and innocent expression on her face but on the inside, she felt victorious. Marinette on the other hand, felt horrible and absolutely gutted on the inside but had a blank expression on her face. She wanted to break down and cry right there, but she couldn't. If she would, Hawkmoth would akumatize her and there would be no stopping the villain she would become. As she thought down, she remembered that she would be going to Damian's later which was something to look forward too.

Alya had noticed that Marinette seemed even more down than when she first came in school. "Girl, you ok?"

Marinette shot as sad smile at Alya. "Just Lila being Lila" Mari muttered to her best friend. Alya had a mix of sadness and anger towards that liar, she obviously said something to make her best friends sad. Alya still had time before Miss Bustier arrived so she shuffled to get up, only to sit back down again after Marinette had shook her head. "It's nothing serious, I don't want more backlash"

Alya sighed. "Fine but after school I will confront her". Marinette knew there was no way to get convince her best friend otherwise. 'I just have to last till the end of the day' Marinette thought to herself.

Her thought was easier said than done, Lila had managed to say some hurtful comments every time Marinette was in view without any of her friends noticing. The school day went slower than a garden snail, much to the bluenette's dismay. She wanted to get out of there, away from Lila and just break down. Lila had never managed to get this far into her skin, she swore she could feel the words stabbing her heart. It hurt. Just as the school bell went, indicating that school was over, Marinette got up and tired to leave the classroom as fast as possible. She was so close to the school doors, she thought she would be able to leave without seeing Lila. That thought was interrupted by something cold, incredibly cold, running down her back.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry Marinette!" The liar apologized though, Marinette knew that Lila had done this on purpose. 'It's 4°C, why else would she have an ice cold drink?'

"Lila what the hell!" Alya shouted gaining many, including Lila's, attention.

"I-I didn't m-mean I-it" she stammered, crocodile tears forming in her eyes.

"Alya stop shouting at Lila! It was an accident!" Rose's stern voice echoed.

Marinette ignored the conversation, or argument, that followed. She was ice cold and needed to change. Right now, the only place she wanted to be at was Damian's. She reached her parents bakery, ran up the stairs and grabbed anything that had long sleeves. She wore a rosewood over sized, turtleneck jumper with over the knee boots. By now she was warmer but not as warm as she needed to be, though she really didn't care. Lila knows where the bakery is so Marinette didn't feel safe at that moment. The bluenette then rushed downstairs, her parents weren't around 'Probably packing for their flight tonight'. Her sprinting had slowed to a casual walk as she approached the hotel doors, her face blank and expressionless. Marinette got in the lift, pressed a button and got out when she reached his floor. She stopped in front of his hotel door and took a deep breath before knocking.

~~~

Damian closed his laptop. He had done some research on the Parisian superheroes, Ladybug specifically. He made a mental note about how similar both Angel and Ladybug were before he heard a knock at the door. 'Angel probably'. He went over and opened the door to see a frail looking Marinette, she never looked like that. That made Damian suspicious and worried. "Come in Habibti" He gestured for her to sit on the settee in his room and instead of replying, she gave him a sad smile and walked in. 'Whoever hurt her, be prepared to face my wrath'. As she sat on the couch, Damian locked the door and sat next to her. He noticed how she was avoiding eye contact so he placed his hand under her cheek, turning her head to face himself so she couldn't break eye contact. A pink blush lightly dusted her cheeks. "Angel" he began. "I am no good with emotions, I'm sure you know that by now. But that does not mean I can't tell when you're hurting. Please, tell me what is wrong"

The worried tone in his voice and the true concern in his eyes made the walls in her mind crumble. She began to speak up in a shaky voice. "W-well...today Lila kept saying things and this morning she..." her voice trailed off as she reached for her phone, opening the conversation which had that message and handed it to Damian. The hand used to reach for the phone was the hand that was cupping Marinette's cheek, she inwardly frowned but she watched as Damian read the message.

Damian face was neutral when Marinette first gave him her phone but it quickly changed. She watched as his face went from expressionless to visible anger, though, it looked like he was holding back from revealing anymore emotion. So she looked at his eyes, the eyes were the key to every soul and in his eyes she saw his true emotions. He was absolutely livid. His eyes were pools of rage. "I'll skin that fucking harlot alive" Damian snarled.

He widened his eyes in realisation to what he said and gently put the phone on the coffee table. He turned to Marinette and opened his arms for her. She needed much more than a hug in Damian's opinion, but in Marinette's, Damian was all she needed. She jumped into his arms straight away, burying her face in his chest while letting her tears flow. Seeing her so miserable made his heart break. One of his hands rubbed circles on her back while the other stroked through her hair, he also murmured comforting words into her ear. He'd deal with Rossi another time, right now he needed to focus on Marinette but he'd be damned he'd let Lila get away with hurting her.

Soon, the bluenette's tears turned into quiet, steady breathing. Marinette felt a lot better now, each comforting word from Damian had erased the meaning of each snarky comment from Lila. Anything and everything Lila had sad meant nothing to Marinette anymore, being in Damian's arms was the only thing that mattered.

"Thank you" she whispered, her face still buried in his chest.

"I'd do it again in a heartbeat, Habibti" Marinette hid her blush. Damian hummed to himself, as if he were thinking if something.

"What is it?" She asked, pulling away from the hug.

"Why don't you and I go for a walk? Just the two of us" The bluenette didn't hesitate.

"I'd like that"

~~~

The walk was like a breath of fresh air. Damian took her to a nearby cafe to get some hot cocoa for takeaway and they strolled the streets of Paris. Their saunter lead them passed the Louvre, passed the Seine and ended on the Eiffel Tower, on the highest floor a civilian could go. The two looked over Paris, leaning forward on the banister, the sun setting beautifully. Damian looked at Marinette, she was still staring at the city's silhouette in awe. Without thinking, Damian's hand reached for the ribbon in Marinette's hair, tugging at it slightly to let her hair down. The bluenette squeaked in surprise, the red ribbon once in hair hair was now wrapped around Damian's finger.

Damian didn't think that Marinette could get even more beautiful than she already is but he stood corrected while watching Marinette's hair flow beautifully in the wind. Not only that but the way the sunset's light landed on her, how it reflected in her eyes, made her so bewitching, so captivating. 'God...you can't turn back now Wayne' He collected every piece of confidence he had in him and spoke up. "Angel, can I ask you a question?"

"Well you just did, didn't you?" She giggled as he playfully rolled his eyes at her. "Sure what do you want to ask?" Marinette looked at him, her bluebell eyes seeming more spellbinding then he had ever seen them. He couldn't trust his voice, he would only mess up. He stared at her intensely, his right hand moved to hold her cheek. She didn't pull away, she leaned into his touch while blushing ever so slightly.

'May I kiss you?'

Marinette's eyes widened in surprise, her blush now being much more visible. She looked as if she had heard the question pass through his lips though he hadn't said anything at all. It's almost as if they communicated, telepathically. Marinette nodded, answering the unasked question. Damian slowly pulled her face closer to his, they both closed their eyes as Damian pressed his lips against Marinette's. They were just as soft as he suspected. The bluenette wrapped her arms around Damian's neck, the one on her face was now in her hair and the other was wrapped around Marinette's waist, pulling her closer to his body. The kiss wasn't passionate. It was soft, tranquil and tender. And Marinette liked it. She liked him. No, scratch that. She loved him. And he loved her back.

The two only pulled away when their need for oxygen became greater than the desire for each other. When they did they make eye contact, their eyes both reflected each other's feelings. Love. Marinette stepped closer and snuggled her face into Damian's muscular chest, like how she did earlier but this one felt much more heartfelt, filled with more affection. She hummed, closing her eyes with her arms still wrapped around his neck while his were wrapped around her waist.

"So I guess this is where I ask you on a second date or-" he paused hoping that Marinette would choose the option he was about to give her. "I ask to court you"

She giggled. "I wasn't aware that this is a date but I'm not complaining". She then looked up at his face and smiled. "And I would be much more than happy to court you"

He smiled back. 'Damn her smile is contagious' "So do I have the privilege of being your boyfriend now?" Damian smirked at her.

"Well If that's the case, then I have the honor of being your girlfriend" she hummed.

Hearing that made him feel guilty. He hadn't told her his last name, and she respected that. "Damian Wayne" he mumbled.

She looked slightly confused and tilted her head.

"I don't want to keep secrets from you so I am telling you now" he breathed in. "My name is Damian Wayne. I apologize, I should've told you sooner I-"

Her eyes widened in surprise and understanding. "No need to apologize I understand"

"So this doesn't change anything between us?"

She giggled while she put her head back on his chest. "Why would it?"

Damian let out a sigh of relief. He would've leaned in to kiss her again if he didn't notice an object heading straight for her at incredible speed. His left hand went out to grab it, which he did with ease. Marinette pulled away from the hug to see what Damian had caught. It looked like something from an akumatized villain. He sighed. "I guess it would be best to get out of the villain's way"

She looked at the object in his hand, then back at him. Without thinking, she blurted out "Remember would you said about secrets?"

"What about it?"

She stepped back and muttered a few words then there was a blinding red light, he had to close his eyes for a second. When he opened them, he was face to face with the spotted hero herself. The hair once flowing in the air was now back in the pigtails the hero is seen with all the time. 'Angel is Ladybug, I was right' Though he did have his suspicions, it still surprised him nonetheless. She smiled at him.

"Y-"

She cut him off with a chaste kiss on the lips which lasted longer than she anticipated, though she had to go on her tip toes which Damian found amusing. She also managed to take the object out of his hand. "I promise to explain everything later. I'll meet you back at the hotel when I'm finished, alright?"

"God, you really are an Angel". The blush on her face was very noticeable. She smiled at him before using her yo-yo to bring her to the akumatized victim. He watched as her silhouette jumped from rooftop to rooftop. Once she was out of sight, Damian looked back at the sunset. He chuckled to himself. "I guess when you bumped into me the other day, you gave me some of your Lady Luck".

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Taglist: @little-bluestar, @miracleofadisaster, @frieddonutsweets, @jjmjjktth, @genderfluidmoma, @starlit-dreaming, @icerosecrystal, @lolieg, @kashlyn, @mochegato, @eggadoodle, @walkingthroughonautopilot

[lunmelia]

more of your tfw raising jack headcanons ... I beg you. The image of cas just fetching him out of thin air made me scream.

Ask and you shall receive. 

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After Jack started flying, Dean thought he’d be smart and get him a onesie that has angel wings attached to the back. Castiel was not amused. Dean thought it was hilarious.  -- Sometimes the others caught Jack staring and cooing to the space above Cas’ head and behind his shoulders. Cas never commented on it so the others just shrugged and let it be. Until one night when Jack was 18 months, he had basically climbed Cas so he could reach and grab at above his head. Sam was the one who broke and asked what the hell Jack was doing. Cas replied, “nephilims can perceive an angel’s true form. he’s simply attempting to grab my halo and wings.” Sam and Mary go “ooohhh” while Dean pouted and complained that he’s never seen Cas’ true form, how come Jack gets to?  -- They get Gabriel back and one day just leave him alone in the room with Jack and he panics.  Gabriel: what- guys!? you’re just gonna leave me alone with the baby!? Dean, disappearing around the corner: no, it’s fine just watch him for a minute we’ll be back Gabriel: guys! guys I can’t- *glances at Jack* Jack: *is starting at him* Gabriel: ... Jack: ... Gabriel: ... what. Jack: ... *begins to crawl towards him* Gabriel: *screams* it’s moving! guys it’s moving what do I do when it’s moving!? help! -- Jack wanted to be a jedi after he watches the Star Wars movies when he was 5, so Dean dressed him up as one and was super excited about it. He dragged everyone into the living room where Jack stood in his little outfit, and held out a small lightsaber to Jack before saying “go ahead, buddy.” Jack took the lightsaber from him using his powers. Everyone cheered and Dean threw Jack up in the air before laughing and saying, “man, my kid is awesome!”  -- Jack, 5-years-old: grandma look I made a friend! Mary, in the middle of making lunch: oh that’s wonderful sweetie, who- *screams* Jack that’s a snake! Jack, beaming with a snake wrapped around his hands: his name’s Cedric! he told me! -- Cas, leading Dean down the hall: you need to tone down your swearing around Jack Dean: oh come on, it can’t be that bad Cas: *gives Dean a flat look before quietly opening the door to Jack’s room* Jack, age 6 and struggling with his lego: come on, you- motherFUCK! Dean: *immediately bursts out laughing. would not stop for at least 5 minutes* -- One time when he was 7, Jack had fallen asleep in the backseat on the way back from dinner. When they got back to the house, Dean carried him to his bed and tucked him in. Well, Cas didn’t have the heart to tell him that Jack was pretending to be asleep just so Dean would carry him because he saw it in a movie once.  -- Jack, age 7, running up to Cas: dad? Cas: yes, Jack? Jack: *grabs Cas’ hand and places a bunch of coins in his palm* can you hide these? and can you keep the other coins away from me? I don’t wanna poop them out Cas: you- what? Jack: I heard a story today about people who ate coins and pooped them out. I’m scared I won’t be able to stop myself from eating coins. I don’t wanna poop out coins- and keys! hide the keys too. I don’t wanna poop out keys neither Cas: I... of course, Jack. I will hide the coins, and the keys, and I will make sure you don’t eat and... poop, out either of them Jack: thank you! *runs away*  -- Jack, age 8, on the ride home from school: I made someone cry, today. Cas, looking over his shoulder: and how did you do that? Jack: well, one of my fellow classmates, Harper, asked me if I wanted to be her boyfriend. I said “no thanks, I’m 8.” and she cried.  Dean, tearing up from trying not to laugh: at least you let her down politely, bud Jack: I seem to be making the other kids cry a lot, though. is that normal? I don’t think that’s normal Cas, while looking concerned at Dean’s rapidly reddening face and coughing that sounds suspiciously like laughing: people around your age and this stage of life are quite sensitive, Jack. a lot of things can make you cry, I’m sure Harper and the others will be fine. I’m not sure about your father, though... Dean, wheezing: he said no thanks! -- Dean, holding a baseball: alright, so I’ll pitch this and you hit it as hard as you can, okay? Jack, age 10 and holding a bat: got it.  Dean: *pitches the ball* Jack: *hits it so hard it creates a dent in the metal bat, the crack of the ball hitting the bat is almost deafening, a cloud of dust erupts from the ground and the ball disappears into the atmosphere* Dean and Jack, staring at the sky: ... Jack: I’m... I’m guessing that wasn’t supposed to happen Dean: yeah... maybe I shouldn’t’ve said “as hard as you can”  Jack: ... should we be concerned about where that’s going to land? Dean: ... nah -- Although Dean and Cas are much happier now, they cannot erase the many years of scowling and intimidating stances. The image of these two men, who look like they’ll kill you if you even look at them wrong, standing with their son who is an absolute ray of sunshine, is very amusing.  -- Jack accidentally trips and gets a cut at school so he heals it when he thinks no one’s looking, and, well One of Jack’s classmates: did- did your eyes just glow? Jack: no. I have no clue what you’re talking about Jack’s classmate: no, they did, I saw it. they glowed yellow! Jack: yes, yellow, I have a... urinary tract infection. my eyes are yellow because I have a urinary tract infection. it’s very severe. I should probably go to the hospital. Jack’s classmate: ... Jack: ... bye. *runs away* 

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I hope that’s enough for now. Maybe I’ll do more! This is fun! 

Now to tag some people who asked to be tagged, and also people who wanted a second post. I hope it’s okay to tag you if you didn’t ask to be tagged? please tell me if it’s not! 

@marvelmisha @cursed-byesexual @havesaltwilltravel @jeeya03

[sevlgi]

believe

requested: no

group: blackpink

pairing: jisoo x fem!reader

genre: fluff

contents: guardian angel!jisoo, near death instances, unlucky reader. [22/33].

warnings: none

synopsis: You’ve never believed in guardian angels, but that just might change when you’re saved from certain death 3 times in one week.

a/n: idk if I’ve ever seen anyone do a similar au... tell me if you have! also i’m actually hella proud of this one lmao

word count: 1.8k

Do guardian angels exist?

Well, that’s a subjective question, and there really isn’t a yes or no answer... But if yours does, they’re doing the shittiest job of the century.

The amount of times you’ve been hurt in the past, both physically and emotionally, is stupidly high. You’ve always had an aptitude for getting injured, stories of broken bones and gashes making up basically half of your entire life. Your friends and family pride themselves on having a fully loaded arsenal of embarrassing tales, practically making it a rite of passage to visit the hospital with you. And don’t even mention the heartbreaks- those just seem to follow you wherever you go.

When you move to a different city for what must be the 10th time, you vow that it’s going to be different, no matter how obvious it is that it won’t. You vow that there aren’t going to be any incidents that land you in the hospital, nor any relationships that just end in chaos.

Suffice to say, all of that goes haywire on your first day in town.

Without a car to drive you to work or any friends to hitchhike off of, you take the subway, line #224 to Solace Building. There just so happens to be a new girl group song you’re obsessed with, blasting on the highest possible volume in your earbuds, when you’re shoved from the back right into the subway tracks. “Fu-”

Time slows down as you start to fall, the dusty railways coming too close to your face for comfort before a warm hand wraps around yours, the socket of your arm straining to carry your entire weight as you’re jerked back sharply.

You collide with a warm body, soft curves lessening the impact and delicate, impossibly strong hands steadying you on either side of your waist. By all logic, you should’ve knocked your savior over, should be sprawled on the ground right now with dirty palms and a heat-flushed face. “Are you okay?”

When you step back sharply, you’re met with the sight of the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen in your life. Her heart-shaped smile and delicate features are framed with cascading brown hair, and she has ethereally flawless porcelain skin. She’s the kind of beautiful that makes the plainest outfit look designer, that could make you believe sea glass to be pure diamond. “Uh. Y-yeah. I’m good.”

“I’m glad,” she chuckles, smiling even wider and tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. Maybe she doesn’t realize the effect she has on you, humming as she dusts something invisible off your bag. “You should be more careful, Y/N, wouldn’t want someone as pretty as you being killed by a train.”

If it was anyone else, the words would sound creepy, especially with the added factor of the girl knowing your name. “How-- how do you know who I am?”

She juts her lips at the card hanging off your bag, your name written in big, bold letters. “Nametag. Y/N Y/L/N, employee in Solace Building?”

To hide the heat in your cheeks, you look to the floor and stutter out, “Well. Since you know my name, uh, isn’t it fitting that I know yours?”

It’s not nearly as smooth as you’d like it to be-- usually, the natural flirt in you would’ve made an appearance-- but the petite brunette extends a hand, tipped with gentle pink nails. “Jisoo. Kim Jisoo, if that’s helpful at all.”

Your next words are interrupted by your train arriving; when Jisoo doesn’t follow you on, you turn to look at her with your eyebrow quirked. “Are you...?”

“Not my train,” she smiles, shaking her head, even though it’s the only one arriving for hours where she stands. “Good to meet you, Y/N. Stay out of trouble!”

It’s an odd way to end a first meeting, but you don’t think much of it as you grab the nearest seat and pull out your phone to search her up. K-I-M J-I-S-O-O, you type, eyes scanning the screen fervently as the train starts.

Plenty of people show up-- after all, Kim Jisoo is not a rare name-- but none of the dozens of profiles you click through are the beautiful girl who saved your life. It’s too late when you look back out the window towards the station, the only thing you see becoming brick wall.

The next time you almost die, you’re just walking to the coffee shop across from your apartment.

The activity should be safe, considering that not many people in the area own cars. At first, you think you are safe, crossing the silent street with no problem and receiving your usual order just fine; you’re on your way back to your lonely little apartment when you hear the screeching of car tires on the road.

“Watch out!” someone screams, but you’re frozen in the middle of the crosswalk. You forget how there wasn’t a single car in the street when you were crossing as you stare at the grill coming close. The car doesn’t stop or slow down, and you scrunch your eyes shut with your arms raised up, just waiting for the impact.

It never comes. When you hesitantly open your eyes again, you find a familiar figure standing in front of you, the force of her hand having knocked your coffee onto your blouse. The car bumper is pressing into her bare leg, which is miraculously clean of a scratch or bruise, but she doesn’t seem to notice as she turns to grin at you.

“Sorry, I ruined your coffee,” Jisoo frowns, her hand coming up to almost touch the steaming stain on your chest. You stare at her mutely, following obediently when she grabs your wrist and pulls you back to the coffee shop. “Can I buy you another one?” she offers, plucking a napkin off a street-side table.

“Kim Jisoo?” you say disbelievingly, not even feeling it as she dabs the coffee away. “You again?”

“Me again,” she confirms, pulling some more napkins out of her purse with a smile on her face. “I hope you’re not disappointed; after all, I just saved you from dying. Again.”

“No, that’s not...” Taking a deep breath, you smile too, wrapping your fingers around her hand to gently brush her off. “It’s okay. I’m glad to see you, actually-- I searched for your profile to thank you, but I couldn’t find anything.”

Jisoo shrugs, opening the door to the coffee shop for you. “Oh, I’m not really on social media. If you wanted my number, you could’ve just asked.”

You laugh lightly, tossing the crushed cup in your hand into the trash. Of course it’s odd that she isn’t on social media in the 21st century-- with her face, you’d expect Jisoo to be a major influencer. “Then I’ll ask for it. Later.”

“Of course. Order what you want, I owe you one after all that,” she offers, plucking a couple loose 20 dollar bills out of her purse.

Once again, you’re faced with another weird habit of hers, but you order anyway and thank her after she pays. Before you can say anything else, though, she gets a text and frowns at her phone. “Oh, sorry, I have to go. Catch you next time?”

“Sure,” you answer, forgetting to tell her that she still forgot to give you her number. You stand dumbly on the sidewalk and watch her go, taking a deep breath and looking both ways before you set off towards your apartment for the second time that day.

Maybe next time?

The third, and hopefully last time, is the absolute weirdest of all. 

You seem to have a thing for being knocked into ditches-- this time, a group of teenagers barrels into you while you’re walking by the side of the only river in your entire city. You open your mouth to tell them off, but before you can, an especially hard shove from an stocky little boy pushes you right into the water.

Luckily, the fall isn’t high, so you don’t hit the water with much force, but the boats cruising along and the recently terrible weather stir the current strong enough to pull you right under. In the icy water, you feel your fingers let go of the phone in your hand, your lungs slowly being crushed by the pressure of your surroundings.

It’s hard to tell how much time passes while you’re in the water. From what your doctors have told you, trauma is difficult to remember clearly for a while, but you vaguely feel hands linking in front of your chest and forearms bracing under your armpits to drag you out of the water.

The heat of the summer sun warms the stone under your back and you can hear whispers sounding around you as you flop onto the floor. Hands push hard on your breastbone, once, twice-

After maybe 30 pushes, fingers pinch your nose, and soft lips meet yours. It feels more like a kiss than CPR, no air really being blown into your mouth, but nonetheless, you feel water leaving your lungs, and you open your eyes in shock, coughing out loud.

To your (somewhat) shock, it’s the same girl hovering over you. Jisoo’s skirt is wet at her knees where she kneels beside you, her hands still hovering over your chest. She must’ve been the one giving CPR, then. Sitting up, you hack violently until most of the water’s out of your lungs, the other girl waving away all of the spectators. “How’re you feeling?” she asks, once you’re alone on the sidewalk.

Your hands move faster than your brain, pulling her forward by the nape of her neck until you kiss again, something about her tasting familiar in a way you can’t quite place. “Who are you?” you breathe once you’ve pulled away, searching her warm eyes for an answer.

She smiles again, handing you your miraculously dry phone instead of answering. It should be waterlogged and dead, but nothing seems to make sense when concered with Kim Jisoo. “How about you take me for dinner or something before asking the serious questions? Soup should be good to warm you up.”

Hand clasping in hers, you’re pulled to your feet with strength that doesn’t match her petite stature. You barely remember that you look like an almost-drowned rat, your lips purple with cold and your hair stringy with icy water. “Sure. Soup. But you need to answer me first.”

She exhales, hitching her bag higher up on her arm. “I’d say I’m your guardian angel, but you wouldn’t believe that, would you?”

“I wouldn’t,” you answer, eyes narrowing as you follow her down the street. “But maybe you can convince me. Over soup.”

[gorochanfanclub]

Change of Plans

Majima x Original Female Character

Summary: Alternate Goromi origin story. Majima is trying to train his assistant to be a hostess for his latest Kiryu scheme, but gets more than what he bargained for...

Contains: Goromi, sexually suggestive content, a couple curse words, a very jealous Majima

A/N: Haven’t posted anything here in a hot minute but had this idea and wanted to share. Only reason I didn’t make this an x reader is because the way I wanted it to end, it wouldn’t have worked :/ The only really defining traits of the woman in the story are that she’s a very tall American, has big b00bie, and her name is Hiromi. Also... please don’t take this too seriously >.< it was just something silly I thought of lol. This isn’t usually the type of style I like to write in, but I thought it might be fun to make something not so serious or heavy for a change! I hope you all do enjoy it!!

Running her hands down her body, Hiromi looks at herself in the mirror, turning slowly to view herself from every angle possible. The pink leather shines and gleams in the dim light of the dressing room, flashes of snakeskin detail sparkling in the mirror. She barely felt her ass held into the garment, the highest parts of her thighs getting a cool breeze from the fishnet stockings on them. Her broad shoulders poked out the top, her breasts pushed nearly to her chin. 

The entire ensemble was loud, definitely something she couldn’t possibly imagine herself wearing usually. However, she hadn’t been the one to pick out this outfit in the first place, her boss did. Majima, in another one of his crazy antics, had dragged her to a cabaret club of all places, thrown the clothes in her arms, and shoved her into the back room, demanding she change instantly. 

Groaning, Hiromi wonders if Majima really intended for her to leave the room dressed like this. It showed so much skin. She barely remembers the last time she was out in public showing this much skin, even swimming, Hiromi always opted for more conservative attire. 

A loud knock at the door draws her from her thoughts, her employer’s voice shouting yet muffled by the wooden slab. “Hey, Hiromi-chan,” he barks, “Ya been in there for a while now. How long does it take for you to put a dress on?” 

Looking back at herself in the mirror she grimaces. “Majima-san?” she calls over her shoulder, “Do you really want me to wear this?” She pauses, “What is this even for?”

Even through the door, she can hear her boss groan. “I don’t pay ya to ask questions, Hiromi-chan.” 

“I know you don’t, sir,” she snaps back, “You pay me to drive you around. Not wear…” her eyes find her reflection once more, “less than modest clothing.” 

The doorknob starts to giggle at her remark. “I’m sure ya look great,” Majima mutters, saying something under his breath afterwards Hiromi can’t quite hear. “I’m comin’ in, ya decent?” 

Nodding with a hum, Hiromi watches the door fly open, her boss standing in the doorway, the cabaret club’s owner hot on his heels. Eyeing her up and down, Majima soaks her up. A wicked grin plasters itself on his face. “Hot damn, girly!” he exclaims, “Ya look great! The boys are gonna eat you up.” 

Blinking rapidly, Hiromi stares at him with eyes like saucers. “‘Eat me up?’” she repeats, “Don’t you think this is…” she can’t finish, only looking at the vast amount of skin showing from under her clothes. 

Majima tilts his head, “It’s what? Don’t like what I picked ya?” 

Hiromi shakes her head rapidly, “Uh, no it’s fine, it’s just a little… revealing… is all.” 

Making his way across the room, Majima claps a gloved hand on his assistant’s shoulder. “Of course it is!” he shouts, his booming voice echoing in the room, “When yer in this line of work, ya gotta show off the goods.” With a flirtatious wink that makes Hiromi’s cheeks feel on fire, he adds, “And trust me, girly... you got ‘em.” 

Majima then steps back, looking her up and down once more before stopping at her breasts. The dress was barely holding them in and it made Majima chuckle, “Not to mention, I think Kiryu’s got a thing for big knockers like yers.” 

“What?” Hiromi snaps, “This is a Kiryu thing? You’re dragging me into this now?”

The one eyed man only shrugs, “Yeah, why wouldn’t I? Yer on my payroll and I gotta use the tools I got on hand. Right now sweetheart, that’s you.” 

Slumping her shoulders, Hiromi knows it was best to simply accept her fate and take her orders. There was no arguing with Majima once his heart was set on something. The man was not only stubborn, he was determined. Sighing, she asks, “Alright, what would like me to do, sir?” 

Cackling maniacally, Majima claps, rubbing his leather gloves together in anticipation. “That’s more like it!” he shouts with glee. 

He then steps to Hiromi’s side, wrapping an arm around her bare shoulders, leading her past the club owner and out into the main section of the club. “Now,” he explains, “here’s the plan; yer gonna use,” he gestures to her body, making a particularly large gesture to her chest, “all this, to lure Kiryu-chan in, right?” 

Hiromi nods in acknowledgement as he continues, “Get him all buttered up ‘n’ shit. Then…” he snaps loudly in front of Hiromi’s face, making her jerk backwards for a second, “I’ll swoop in for the kill- start disrespectin’ ya and all. Kiryu’s a real gentleman, there’s no way he’ll pass up the chance to fight fer a girl’s honor.” He ogles her breasts once more, “‘Specially one as busty as you.” 

The woman stutters nervously and incoherently before clearing her throat, “Do you really think I’ll be able to win him over, Majima-san?” Looking down, she rubs the back of her neck, “Kiryu seems to be a rather tough nut to crack. I’m not sure if I’m cut out for this.” 

Walking them to a table in the back Majima chuckles once more. “I know yer, not,” he states blankly, much to his assistant’s surprise. “That’s why I’m gonna train ya…” 

Before she can protest, Hiromi feels herself being shoved onto the plush velvet sofa behind her. With a huff, she flops down, looking up through her hair to see Majima situating himself next to her. 

Sitting up and brushing her hair out of her face, Hiromi meekly asks, “Wh-what kind of training do I need, sir?” Looking down, she notices how far up her risque dress has ridden up. With a faint blush dusting her cheeks, she tugs it as close to her knees as possible, the action completely foiled by the lack of fabric the dress had. 

Leaning back, Majima makes himself comfortable. Crossing one of his leather clad legs over his knee, he sighs, “Gotta make sure you can handle Kiryu-chan.” Noticing the look of absolute fear on her face, he grins, waving a hand in dismissal, “Just relax, girly girl, we’re just gonna do some talkin’.” 

Majima reaches inside the inner breast pocket of his jacket, pulling out his packet of cigarettes and nonchalantly lighting one. As he inhales, a nostalgic smile works its way across his lips, tugging gently at the corners, “Y’know, I used to do this fer a living. Kinda miss it too…” 

He turns slowly to the woman on the seat next to him, “So yer in good hands, Hiromi-chan, nothin’ to worry yer pretty little head about.” 

She nods, taking his words in. Hiromi takes the chance to admire Majima as he prepares for his training session with her. The way the smoke floated around his head, it made him look like an angel, resting above the clouds, looking down on the world that belonged only to him. 

Majima could feel her eyes on him, watching him intently. Suddenly he felt nervous about being here with her, especially with the way he had dressed her, she was practically naked. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea after all… 

“Nuff about that, tho,” he beams, snapping himself from his dull stupor, pulling Hiromi from hers as well. “Let’s get down to it,” he sighs, raising a inquisitive eyebrow, “Ya ever done anythin’ like this before?” 

Touching a finger to her cheek, Hiromi tilts her head in thought. Majima smirked, finding the action somewhat cute. “Well…” she starts, “I’m not quite sure how ‘this’ all works but… I used to flirt a lot with men at the bars back in my clubbing days,” she turns to her boss with an expectant look, “Does that count, Majima-san?” 

Nodding, he smiles brightly, “That’s exactly the way you gotta act. Talk ‘em up, get ‘em to buy you more drinks,” he points a finger at her, “and usually I wouldn’t say this but since these’re special circumstances… there’s no such thing as ‘too handsy.’ Kiryu-chan’s been in prison fer ten long years, I imagine a perv like him would go wild havin’ a nice little thing like you pawing all over him.” 

Hiromi grins, nodding as she takes in her instructions. She hums, “I think I’m beginning to understand what I need to do.” 

Majima leans back, fluffing up his jacket then smoothing it down as he situates again, “Alright then, we’re just gonna pretend that I’m Kiryu-chan and yer gonna do yer best to win me over.” 

The woman nods shortly leaning back herself. In an instant, she crosses her long legs at the knees, the heel of her left foot tapping the glass table in front of them with a heavy thud. 

The action shocked Majima. His eye looks down to the pink stiletto next to his own thigh, the toes so dangerously close to grazing his leg. Trailing his gaze up her toned legs, he notices the fishnets end right at the thickest part of her rather voluptuous thighs, the elastic squeezing them ever so slightly. 

Following her body further, Majima trains his eye on the way the dress hugged her body in all the right places. From the way it strained against her hips, bunched slightly at her waist, then nearly ripped at her chest, he realized maybe he went a little too far with the outfit. 

Finally, his gaze meets her face. A blush threatens to creep onto his cheeks with the way she is looking at him. It was almost like she had flipped a switch inside her. The usual stoic and no nonsense Hiromi he relied on during a day to day basis was gone. In her place was a tigress, dark eyes staring him down like a wounded prey, ready to be devoured. 

Majima swallows, trying his best to keep his composure. He grins again, hiding his discomfort, “Hello there, my name is Kiryu Kazuma, what’s you’re name?” he asks, doing his best impression of the deep voiced Kiryu. 

The woman tilts her head with a wicked grin, “Hiromi. It means ‘generous beauty.’”

And what a beauty she is, Majima thinks to himself before tilting his own head in confusion, “‘Hiromi?’ That’s a Japanese name, ma’am. Don’t you think you’re a little tall for a Japanese lady?” 

Majima feels something grace his leg and he looks down to see one of Hiromi’s pink shoes rubbing itself gently up and down his thigh. She chuckles, “Astute observation Kiryu-san. In fact, I’m from America. Have you ever been?” 

Shaking his head, Majima shrugs, “Can’t say I have, Hiromi-chan. In fact, I’ve never left Japan.” 

Suddenly, the soft sensation of a foot rubbing his thigh is lost. Majima nearly lets out a displeased groan, choking it back at the last second. When he looks up to meet her face again, he is greeted with her leaning forward, her left hand supporting her and her right resting on the sofa in the spot her foot had previously been. 

“You should make a point to go sometime, Kiryu-san,” Hiromi mutters, her voice barely above a sultry whisper. Her hand begins to trace up Majima’s leg, palming his thigh gently, “I’m sure you’d get lots of young American ladies on your arm, what with you being so big and handsome.” 

This time, Majima isn’t able to hold back the blush on his cheeks. Here he was, sitting in a cabaret club with his long legged, scantily clad, foreign, assistant, and she’s fondling him like they’re lovers. It didn’t help that she was so close he could smell the mint of her gum from earlier still on her breath. 

“Maybe I’d rather stay right here,” Majima counters, “Why go to America when I have a gorgeous American girlie on my arm right now?” 

With a laugh, Hiromi’s fingers dig into the muscle on Majima’s thigh. With them so close to his manhood, Majima couldn’t help himself from jumping in shock. She really took his instruction to heart when he told her to get handsy. Swallowing, Majima wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this. 

“You flatter me too much,” Hiromi laughs. Batting her eyelashes she smiles that predatory smile once more, “But… I can’t think of any other place in this world I’d rather be, either.” 

Flattening her palm once more, she trails her touch up Majima’s leg, onto his toned stomach, feeling every contour of his chiseled torso. Taking her other hand, she hooks a finger underneath Majima’s chin, forcing him to look at her, also bringing him a bit closer. 

“I’ve got everything I could possibly want right in front of me…” she whispers. Instinctively, Majima grabs her hip, desperately needing someplace to put his hands. This earns a light chuckle from Hiromi, “Touching already, are we? At least buy me a drink first.” 

Looming over her shoulder, he waves to the club owner to bring something around. Turning his attention back to the woman in his arms, he nearly stutters, “So, Hiromi-chan, ya got any special guys in yer life? Can’t imagine a sexy little broad like you going to bed alone.” 

The hungry gleam in his eye starts to grow, almost matching her own hungry gaze. She smiles, grazing her fingertips across Majima’s collarbone, “There might be one, and if he plays his cards right tonight…” The grip on his jaw tightens as she pulls his ear to her lips, “I might just go home with him.” 

With fake shock, Majima opens his mouth wide, “That so? Well I hope I do, then. Wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity to wake up next to ya.” His grip on her hip strengthens, his gloved fingers squeaking against the leather of her dress. 

Continuing her motions on his chest, trailing over the edges of his tattoos, Hiromi asks coyly, “Do you have any ‘special’ women waiting for you at home, sir?” 

Majima only chuckles, “Now, if I did, would I really be at a place like this, lettin’ you fawn all over me?” She only shrugs, “You might, I couldn’t possibly know.” 

Shaking his head, Majima smirks, “Nah, I only got one lady in my life, and that’s you, darlin’.” 

Hiromi chuckles, pulling away from Majima once more. The loss of her hands on his skin leaves him feeling lonely and cold. However, suddenly, he finds Hiromi spreading her legs, arcing one over Majima’s hips to straddle him. 

Hovering her bum just above him, she grabs his shoulders, one of her knuckles outlining his jaw. She mumbles against his cheek, her breath causing the hairs on the back of his neck to raise, “Then I think we should enjoy our evening together, Kiryu-san.” 

Kiryu-san. 

Up until she said that, Majima had completely forgotten he was supposed to be training her for a night with Kiryu. Suddenly, the idea of having to watch her touch Kiryu and whisper into his ear the way she was doing to Majima right now seemed extremely unappealing. 

Something inside him boiled at the thought of that. He wasn’t sure what it was but with the way her lips were grazing his jaw and the way her weight was pressing upon him, he wasn’t sure he could stomach watching her do all the same things to another man… a man that wasn’t him. 

Leaning back, he meets her eyes, still dark, still hungry. Majima’s good eye darts to her lips, plump and covered in a hideous, gaudy pink shade that didn’t suit her at all. He was half tempted right then and there to kiss it all off, just to return her to her natural glory. 

Still playing the game Majima had abandoned a long time ago, she smiles, “What do you say, Kiryu-san? Can’t we have some fun?” 

Hearing her say his name again was just enough to pull Majima from his daze. Tapping her hip, that he previously had been gripping for dear life, he mutters to her, “Alright, get up, this isn’t gonna work.” 

Hiromi instantly stops her motions, furrowing her brow at her boss, “Wait- what?” 

Majima, with a bit of difficulty, and reluctance, pushes his assistant off him, sending her stumbling onto the velvet where she previously sat. “I said this ain’t gonna work, girly.” Standing up he glances over her body once more, taking in all the curves, “Kiryu ain’t gonna fall for all that. The guy may be a pervert but he ain’t stupid.” 

Sitting up as fast as she can Hiromi shakes her head, “What do you mean? Was I doing something wrong? Maybe I could try again. Was it too much?” she sputters, desperate to please her boss. 

Was it too much? Majima scoffs internally. She nearly was grinding against him and she had the audacity to ask if it was too much. Fact of the matter was, she was way too good at this, Kiryu wouldn’t have stood a chance. Five more minutes and Majima himself would have lost control.

Waving his hand to quell her blabbing, Majima shakes his head, still trying to pull himself back to reality. “Nah, it’s useless. We’ll have to think of something else. Yer just not cut out fer this, dollface,” he lies. 

Hanging her head in defeat she sighs, “I’m sorry, Majima-san, I really was trying.” 

Sighing himself, Majima feels a pang of guilt, “Don’t worry about it.” His eye falls to the hem of her dress that had ridden up a little too high. Finding it hard to breathe looking at her, he turns away, “Why don’t ya go get changed? That old thing is ugly as fuck anyway.” 

Hiromi nods, standing up and smoothing her dress down, “Yes, sir,” she states. Before she turns to leave, she looks down at herself one more time. She chuckles once then glances to Majima, “It’s a shame no one will get to see it, though… In fact, it might actually look pretty good on you, Majima-san.” 

At that comment, a lightbulb shines in Majima’s head. He darts his attention back to his assistant, eyeing the pink leather dress. “Say that again, Hiromi-chan,” he commands. 

Her smile falls, face contorting in confusion again. She slowly repeats herself, “‘It might actually look pretty good on you?’”

Of course, Majima thought. If Hiromi couldn’t get Kiryu to fight him, Majima could. What in this world would piss Kiryu off more than embarrassing him in front of an entire cabaret club by having drinks with a yakuza in drag? And if that didn’t work, Majima knew he could think of something on the fly. 

“Hiromi-chan,” Majima starts, “Yer a genius, I could kiss you right now.”

Her eyes go wide as her face goes dark with a blush, “You could... kiss me?”

Realizing what he just said, Majima nervously rubs the back of his neck, “Jeez, it’s just a figure of speech. I just mean... oh nevermind... come here a sec. I wanna see somethin’.”

Doing as she’s told, Hiromi walks up to her boss meekly. Majima moves to stand beside her, comparing his height and build to hers. Seeing how similar they were, he asks, “Say, Hiromi-chan, looks like we’re about the same size.” 

She only nervously nods, “Why, yes, sir. I’m a rather large woman and, with no offense to you, you’re a rather slim man. It isn’t too far fetched to think we’d be a similar size.” 

Grabbing her shoulders, Majima shoves her towards the back of the club, to the dressing room. “Great, now go take that thing off… and hand it to me when yer done.” 

“Hand it to… you?” 

***

After a long hour of doing his hair and makeup, Majima came out of the dressing room looking like a new man or in this case… woman. 

While he may not have had the assets to fill the garment out, Hiromi couldn’t deny that it indeed fit him like a glove. Not to mention, the pink faux snakeskin looked so much better on him. 

Arms crossed as she watches him prance around, fully drowning himself in his new character, Hiromi shakes her head in disbelief, “I had no idea this is what you had in mind as a backup plan but… color me impressed, sir. This might just be your greatest scheme yet.” 

With a feminine chuckle Majima flutters his eyelashes, “Why, thank you Hiromi-chan.” Stopping for a moment, he looks into the mirror, a scowl on his face, “Just need a name to match this pretty face.” 

Perking back up, he whips around, “I got one. Goromi.” Gesturing between them, he nods, “It’s my name and your name put together. What could be more perfect?” 

Hiromi nods, chuckling, “Very clever, sir.” Turning her wrist over, she checks her watch, “Majima-san, it’s getting late, should I phone Kiryu-san and have him swing by?” 

A manic grin spreads across Majima’s lips, the anticipation of violence making him giddy. “Do it. I think it’s time for Goromi to make her debut…” 

[midnight-hotel]

Sfw headcanons for Angel Dust, Husk, and Alastor with his s/o please? Do your best and welcome to the Hazbin Hotel fandom! I hope you'll enjoy your time here :)

Angel Dust

Angel isn’t one for love and romance, so to become his partner is actually a massive achievement.

Considering his profession nd lifestyle, he has distinct walls put up to protect him from being hurt emotionally so your relationship, much to everyone’s surprise, developed very slowly.

Once he opened up, you discovered small things about him that he seemed to silently love. This included, but is not limited to; holding his hand, sitting close to him, running your fingers through his fluffy hair (behind closed doors- he has an image to uphold) and sleeping with your arms wrapped round him.

He enjoys being held in the moments where things are calm and you’re alone. He speaks in a low tone- unless leaning into you and ranting- and just wants to cuddle.

Sometimes when you’re cuddling, he insists that Fat Nuggets join the two of you. He has plenty of arms to use after all.

When you’re out and about however, he likes having an arm around you, hand typically tucked into the back pocket of your pants or sitting on your hip. He likes it even better when your arm finds its way around his waist too. It’s a very intimate way of showing others that you’re together, even if it was hard for him in the beginning. It also helps in the degree of other demons wanting a piece of him. Some are daring enough to call out for him, but others back off seeing you there.

All in all, there is a lot of contact in this relationship, but also an unspoken respect for each other’s boundaries.

Angel Dust does enjoy wearing drag and I can imagine him dressing up for you if you like it too. Of course, you’d have to support what he wants to do and enjoys doing, so when you go out, don’t be too surprised if he comes out in a curve hugging dress that looks too good to stay on for very long.

Husk

Husk acts like a grumpy old man most of the time but he has a soft spot for you deep down. Not to say he doesnt act gruff towards you sometimes though.

He acts like he doesn’t like affection from you, but you can’t help but notice that he doesn’t push you away whenever you wrap your arms around him and nuzzle into his fur.

God forbid- you touch his ears and he’ll go from wanting to throw you, to practically melting into your touch.

He purrs-

He’s a little insecure at times, especially if you’re young because in the end, he is a grumpy old man who isn’t very interested in doing much.

That being said, he feels a huge sense of pride whenever he makes you smile and/or laugh. His favourite method is showing you magic tricks at the bar.

He isn’t a big fan or hanging around the hotel with you. He doesn’t like the idea of people like Alastor and Angel invading your personal space. One is dangerous and the other is dangerously irritating. This being said, he’ll pull the date card as much as he can without putting himself out financially or comfort wise (though his gambling usually does that anyway-).

He watches out for you as much as he can, preferring to have you where he can see you, just in case. Being somewhat close to Alastor, he is very weary of the capabilities of other demons.

He absolutely adores you though and if you can catch him looking at you when he thinks you’re not looking; he’ll have a lovesick look in his eyes. You’re one of his only sources of happiness in Hell.

Alastor

First of all, the most important fact. He is courting you. He wouldn’t use the term dating in such a way.

Alastor isn’t the sort to express himself through touching you. He isn’t fond of hugs or any kind of affection but will take your arm to walk around together, pull you closer and touch your face, whether is be stroking your cheek, pinching it and so on.

He’s more so the type to give you gifts to show his affections towards you. A rose, a new outfit, something you looked at for a little over a second while you were walking down the street with him. Only the best for his partner.

The most affectionate he’ll get with you, in front of others, is through dancing. He’ll sweep you away into some kind of dance he fancies, music playing from nowhere in particular or his own voice meeting your ears. If you don’t know how to dance, he’ll teach you, starting out with a sweet slow dance and would eventually encourage you to move faster and faster. It’ll take a while but I’m sure you’ll be able to keep up with him eventually.

Behind closed doors, he’s a little laxer. He’ll allow you to wrap your arms around him in a hug occasionally, sit back with an arm around you as he reads a book, either to himself or out loud to you.

This is also when he’ll allow himself to give you that little bit more affection, pressing you closer to his tall frame and going out of his way to make your face flush red if it isn’t naturally that colour already.

Alastor is incredibly possessive. No one is allowed to touch you but himself and if he even hears a rumour of such a thing happening, that demon will not be found for a long time afterwards.

However, he isn’t overly protective. You’re in hell for a reason, and it’s not like you can be killed by anything other than an angel so he isn’t too concerned with your safety. He just doesn’t like demons touching what’s his. The only thing that does concern him regarding your safety, is that being torn apart, ‘killed’, by other demons is incredibly painful. The thought of you going through that infuriates him.

I’m sure it wouldn’t take too long for people to recognise you as someone not to mess with however, unless they want to face the Radio Demon themselves.

He doesn’t show it all that openly, but he does treasure you.

[janewatson]

Helluva Boss Trailer Analysis!

Yes, I watch this.  Yes, I like it.  No, I won’t argue with you about it.

Now that that’s out of the way, let’s just say that I was up when the trailer dropped, and was still up for a bit after.  I’ve watched it so many times now, just absorbing everything, and now it’s time to break it down.

I’ve seen a few breakdowns already, but I noticed that there were a few things people hadn’t mentioned.  So I’m tossing my hat in the ring, let’s see if we can figure out what Vivziepop has in store for us!

I’ll be breaking down by scene, as well as go over voiceovers and predictions real quick, so prepare for a read after the cut!

Ok, first, had to laugh at Millie’s Peppermint Vodka Molotov Cocktail.  Creative, but what a waste of vodka :(  The background is of a beach, but she’s not in beach clothes (let’s face it, a bikini would probably kill Moxxie)

Moxxie is shooting at something while he’s swinging from a rope in a deserted theater.  Piano on the floor, and a sun pattern on the back wall

Blitzø (thanks for the copy/paste, Google) cleaving a blonde in half with a baseball bat.  Damn, he stronk!

Diss Summar’, with the little doodles!  So cute :3

Drunk/drugged/in shock Moxxie, poor Millie, and something big bursting out from the water behind.  Tied to first scene?

Stolas’ ‘Special Access’ bit from the Sneak Peeks, talking about the Harvest Moon festival in Wrath

Moxxie and Blitzø in a green lit room, looks like a two-way mirror on the wall.  Interrogation?

Correction to ‘Diss Season’ XD  Hopefully that means we’ll get an episode before spring, but if they need more time, that’s understandable

Glammed up Stolas at some kind of burlesque, owned by Asmodeus ‘Ozzie’, Prince of Hell’s Lust circle.  Wonder why he’s there...

CHERUBS!!!  Also from the Sneak Peeks, we know that this is a commercial, and that the TV showing said commercial gets blown up a few seconds later

Angry Blitzø, probably yelling at Moxxie, being scared shitless by a hellhound behind him.  I think this is a repo/impound/chop-shop guy who took IMP’s van, as in a later scene, they’re shown in a fence with other cars, especially because Blitzø yells ‘RUN’ at the end of the scene

Loona and Blitzø filming someone’s misery (again, probably Moxxie).  They’re in western outfits, but they’re probably still in Hell

Tentacle wrapping around drugged Moxxie and taking him, too fast for Millie to react and stop it.  Again, looks like it’s tied to the first and fifth scenes

Sassy Blitzø, probably talking to the repo-hellhound or punching-bag Moxxie.  Same setting as scene 11

Blitzø running to the window of what looks like a recording studio, with ‘VM’ spray painted on the doors next to him.  He looks distraught, but it’s not clear why

Recently choked-out Moxxie recovering, while being frame by a spiny-tailed Imp wearing what I assume is a serape, since it looks like they’re on the ranch Loona and Blitzø cheered a poor soul, scene 12

DEPRESSED BIRD DADDY.  WHY ARE YOU SAD???  IS IT GONNA MAKE ME SAD??? OH NO I’M NOT READY unless its a flashback, but stilllll

Perturbed Blitzø holding his special flintlock in a western-themed room.  Looks like he has his outfit from scene 12 on, probably the same episode, but whatever happened/is going to happen, it’s not good

Dressed-up Moxxie, who probably jumped bombed a performance, is upstaged by Robo Fizz and most likely a Robo Ozzie, given the designs on its’ head(s).  He looked uneasy even before the Robos popped up, so something else was going on first.

Scaley eye blinking and getting MAD, attached to the tentacle that kidnapped Moxxie?

50% off add for Spring Break victims, complete with coffee stain, and Blitzø‘s horse doodles.  I got a mental image of Moxxie scolding Blitzø for drawing at work, so he BS’d it into an ad.

Either Blitzø is a terrible driver, or they’re trying to speed away from someone.  Repo-hound, maybe?

HUMAN!!!  Almost definitely a human pop-star singing on a Coachella-esque stage!  I tried to fill in her name, but could only get ideas of what some letters were.  Her initials are most likely VM, from the recording studio scene, but the bottoms of some letters could be an E or L, K or R, so we’re left with V~(L/E)(K/R)OSI(K/R)A MA~~.  It also looks like she’s wearing heels, so she may be the person who threw Blitzø in a later scene

Moxxie about to be trampled by what can only be a horse, given his outfit.  Loona and Blitzø are probably filming XD

Shocked Stolas, standing up at table.  Same outfit as the burlesque, but he doesn’t looked surprised enough that it’s the part where Moxxie is upstaged, more something emotionally jarring.  Blitzø kissing someone else, maybe?

Blitzø pushing Moxxie out of the way and pinning him just outside a Hell portal in an alley, most likely Earth.  Blitzø looks mad, and rightly so, as he’s looking a little beat up himself.  Connected to the interrogation scene?

Happy Blitzø turns horrified outside some elevators with Moxxie.  Judging by the water cooler in the back, I think he’s about to slam into the recording studio.  Behind him, Moxxie gives no shits

Blitzø looking miffed, maybe at something Moxxie said.  Looks like the same scene with the repo-hound, as the setting itself looks like an impound lot, with the IMP van smack-dab in the middle of it.  I love that the license plate is IMP-666 though

Unhappy Blitzø (ok, let’s be honest, when IS he happy?)

Moxxie swinging Millie around in the deserted theater, passionately frenching each other

Blitzø getting pushed down by a horned, high-heeled... someone.  Again, might be the pop star from earlier, but there’s horns...  Maybe the pop star is human-passing, and has an alternate demonic form, like the Hazbin Hotel cast?

Western-clad Blitzø pulling his flintlock on someone, most likely before scene 18.  Most definitely Hell, judging by the poster and previous scenes, but I’m digging the décor

Blitzø not getting a break at all during this trailer and being yeeted into a dumpster, which closes on him.  Gonna take a stab and say it’s outside the burlesque Stolas and Moxxie were in, from the colors and posters of Lust Ring, Personal Companion Robo-Fizz, and Angel Dust.

The next scene is of him climbing out of a dumpster to fall into another pile of trash.  He just doesn’t get a break, does he?  It doesn’t look like the dumpster outside the burlesque, but it is similar to the alley with the hell portal, where Blitzø pinned Moxxie.  Maybe not the same scene, but most likely same episode.

Editor being absolutely plastered, teasing all the fun stuff to come in 2021, since 2020 can go f*ck itself.

And that’s a really in-depth breakdown of all the scenes in the trailer!  Now, for the voiceovers.

First, Loona’s asking if anyone ‘Can feel that?’.  Interesting thing to ask, so we’ll have to wait and see what catastrophe happens

Millie gently yelling at Moxxie to ‘DON’T PANIC’

A calm voice announcing an elevator’s departure to the Lust circle of Hell, which is most likely where the burlesque and Robo scenes are.  As to who is going, it’s either Stolas or the IMP crew, or maybe both?

Horny Stolas cooing ‘Oh, Blitzy!’, followed by Loona’s ‘SHUT THE F*CK UP’ from the Loo Loo Land episode.  Finally, I have a high-res clip I can set as my ringtone!

Blitzø yelling  ‘Dammit, Moxxie, this is all your fault!’, which may or may not be true since he scapegoats Moxxie, who replies ‘How is this my fault???’

Pop star asking, ‘Y’all ready to get f*cked up and make some b*tchin’ bad choices?’.  It’s most likely her talking, since the her lips synch up with her scene, and it’s a new voice we haven’t heard before.

Moxxie’s cut off ‘M*THERF*CKER!!!’.  So happy I get to hear Invader Zim go off, poor boy needs it XD

Blitzø being Blitzø and trying to tone down a big deal, stating again that he doesn’t pry into their personal lives, even though he obvious does (see Helluva Boss Pilot for more)

Robo Fizz’s line from Loo Loo Land asking if anybody loved Blitzø.  I’m gonna be honest and say that line choked me up in Loo Loo Land, and so did Blitzø’s response, until ‘But I’m really good with guns now.  DANCE, B*TCH!’

Moxxie ending with ‘That is deeply unsettling’, again from Loo Loo Land.  Throwing shade on Helluva Boss haters, maybe? :3

All right, now, predictions!

Chaos in a theater, with focus maybe on Millie and Moxxie’s relationship, maybe an origin story?  It won’t be the only one, with the tentacle beach monster and drugged Moxxie bits, so we can expect a lot of story and character development from the two of them.

Farm episode!  Blitzø either drags them onto a farm, or there’s a client who invites them, but sh*t will happen.

Really excited to see what happens in the Lust ring, and for the return of Robo Fizz!  Baby boy only got a few minutes of screen time, but is currently my favorite character.

Repo episode of rescuing the IMP van, probably resulting in overall team building and character development.  I really want to see Loona tear a new one into that *sshole-looking hellhound, though.

Pop star episode!  Really excited to meet this new character, I wonder what her name is and how close I was XD  Either Blitzø and Moxxie break into her recording studio to meet her, or she’s a client, but we’ll see!

Trapped on Earth/Run in with Earth authorities episode?  That interrogation room didn’t exactly look Hellish, and they obvious meet some kind of resistance while on Earth that looked like it was gonna get messy...

Stolas episode!  Please please please be flashback and story, I loved Loo Loo Land but really want some more lore and development on his character and maybe relationship with Blitzø.  Bird obviously needs to work through some things, and I really want to watch him grow, ever since I saw him struggle to tell Octavia why he was cheating.  Him stuttering and ultimately being unable to find a reason why really hit home, and I’m glad it was something they included since in media, it’s always ‘Well, she’s really ugly’ or ‘I don’t love him anymore’.  He still has feelings for his wife, but wanted to f*ck Blitzø too.

Even without the trailer, we do know that we’re getting episodes focusing on CHERUB and a Harvest Moon festival, but still.  There’s so much content Vivzie and Co have been working hard to make, and I can’t wait to see what they have in store for us.  Dark comedy aside, there’s so much story they can make just around these four characters, following their growth and happenings around Hell.  It’s such a cool premise and one that hasn’t been washed and worn so many times, like cop or murder shows, and I can see this going on for quite a bit.

Well, here’s to an exciting 2021!  Thank you for all your hard work, Vivizepop, keep it up!

[gaiyofanfiction]

Twisted Karnival - Chapter 8

Stray Kids x Reader

Horror/Thriller/Drama

Twisted Circus!AU

A/N: Holy shit, I’m so sorry that this is sooooo late. It’s been crazy with everything going on in the world, but I PROMISE we didn’t abandon this AU. So, here you go! Hopefully we can keep updating sooner now. ~Liz Thank you ALL for being so patient with us ~ we just want to make this an incredible story for you all, and we needed to figure out in what direction we wanted to take this before creating the next chapter. We hope you enjoy this new chapter to the set <3 ~ Theresa

Warnings: Yandere-ish themes. Mentions of seduction, blood, cuts, soul stealing and kidnapping. Possibly more in the future. We also write for 0t9, so Woojin is going to be in this series.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and in no way represents the idols of Stray kids or JYP.

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[Before Reading, check out the Masterlist and profile boards for each member HERE.]

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Felix slowly twirled your body around, analyzing every curve. He tilted his head to the side looking over the small pile of clothes. His eyes narrowed just before an idea finally struck him. He quickly grabbed a few red, black and white pieces from the bed, and just like a human sized doll, began to dress you gently. Once you were fully dressed, Felix stepped back, a dark smirk falling over his lips.

“This outfit definitely says twisted. It fits you so perfectly too.” His eyes turned soft, running a gentle finger down the side of your cheek. "What do you think, my angel?”

He tenderly turns your body to face the full length mirror. You gasp softly, tilting your head gazing at your new form. A smile graces your lips as you let out a softened giggle. “Oh Sir Felix, I absolutely adore it.”

Felix chuckles lowly and rests his chin on your shoulder. He guides his hand down your bare arm, feeling the now scarred tissue under his fingers. “Perfect. Oh how I can’t wait to show you off.” You continued to gaze into the perfectly clean mirror and you slowly moved your hips back and forth, giggling in delight.

“Just wait until the rest of the guys get a look at you. You will definitely fit into this family so well.” Felix continued to smirk evilly. He looked over your plain face for a moment just before walking over to his desk, grabbing a small bag of supplies. “Turn around for a moment, doll.”

You slowly turned around, Felix meeting your turn with a brush as he began to slowly coat it with a slightly whitened powder. It was enough to make you look paler, but not enough to make you look like a clown. He grabbed a small blush palette, gently stroking the color against the sides of your cheeks. He pressed his thumb to his lips just before grabbing a few more items. 

“Oh yes, this is going to tie it all together.” Felix grinned, gently caressing your head as he placed a darkened mascara and eyeliner over your closed eyes. You flinched slightly, causing Felix to pause. “Careful dear, you don’t want this stuff to smudge.” Knowing what mascara looks like smudged, you grinned slightly and place your feet perfectly to the ground. “That a girl…” Your smile widened at the praise. Felix grabbed a small tube of red lipstick, popping the lid and gently applying it to your softened lips.

He gazes over your newly colored lips, feeling the slight sensation to lean in closer. His eyes began to slightly glow as he twitched his head slightly, trying to fight the growing sensation taking over his thoughts. Your eyes slowly opened to see Felix gazing deeply.

Your eyes slowly moved about Felix’s expression, his lip slightly quivering. You continue to watch him as he takes another step closer. Your eyes continue to remain set with his as your heart begins to race. Felix’s hand slowly caressing the side of your face once more, thumb sliding against your bottom lip as his breathing increased. You closed your eyes again slowly, feeling your body submitting to him. Felix stepped back, feeling his feet weighted to the ground. Felix took a shaky breath, slowly moving back towards you, eyes glowing brightly as he quickly caressed the side of your face, pressing his lips against yours.

You immediately lean into the kiss, the sensation feeling right. Felix groans at your eagerness and backs you up against the wall. He grabs your wrists and holds them tightly, not wanting to ever let you go. The beginning of the kiss that was once simple turned more passionate, as his hands moving from your wrists, up your arms and roaming your body. He wants to touch you, to feel you, to take you. Felix’s hands beginning to slowly roam over your body as he slowly unzips the back of your dress.

Inside the arena, Jisung feels a tightening sensation falling over his chest, tight enough to send him to his knees. Seungmin and Changbin quickly run over, noticing his heavy breathing. 

“Jisung? What's happening?” Seungmin asked, concerned as Jisung clenched his left fist into the sand. Jisung panted heavily, head slowly raising as his eyes began to glow brightly. Hyunjin’s brow raised as the glow caught his attention, causing him to drop the current corpse in his hand and walk over. 

“Dude, talk to us!” Seungmin and Changbin quickly wrapped a single arm around Jisung’s arms, trying to help him get up as the tightening against his chest worsened. He let out a disgruntled groan, quickly pulling his right hand back to his chest. Woojin slowly appeared in the darkness of the curtain, watching carefully. “Come on, lift him on the count of two!” Seungmin yelled as he and Changbin tried once more to help him up. Jisung’s eyes began to glow brighter. 

Felix’s eyes begin to brighten, his demonic nature coming to surface as he quickly runs his hands up under your skirt. Your eyes move back to his brightly glowing blue irises. Your body fell limp in his embrace as he continued to slide his hand up. His hand stroked the soft silk of your panties, quickly releasing a heavy groan through his teeth. He continued to slide his hand upwards, crossing the top of your panties, towards your belly button. You continued to stand before him, a sense of heat falling over your body as you began to slowly melt against his touch.

Jisung, still hunched over, began to growl lowly into the ground. Seungmin and Changbin slowly stepped back as they noticed Jisung’s eyes were beginning to glow brighter. Woojin continued to watch from the sidelines, arms completely folded over. Jisung painfully pulled himself up from the sand, panting heavily as his hair draped over his face. His head slowly turned to the left, and then to the right. Hyunjin scoffed heavily, stepping closer. 

“What the hell is your…” Jisung quickly grabbed Hyunjin by the collar, causing the other members to move in and remove him. Hyunjin coughed heavily, rubbing his neck as he bared his teeth towards the unstable Jisung. He went to open his mouth, just before noticing Jisung’s body twitch, and his fists clenching in on themselves. Woojin noticed Jisung’s body language as his attention turned towards the exit of the arena. 

“That son of a…” Jisung growled lowly beneath his breath, pushing past everyone. Seungmin and Changbins expressions fell as they watched Jisung slowly begin to pick up the pace, until he was practically running out of the tent. Everyone stood in confusion unaware of what was going on. Jisung continued to run, teeth baring heavily as his aim was sent on Felix’s tent. “You better not…” Jisung continued to growl lowly. 

Felix continued moving his hands upward, his groin pushed against your body as his hand finally met with your chest. His eyes began to darken, his hot breath now falling over your neck as he rests gently on it, feeling the softness of your skin. Felix rolled his head against the side of your neck, causing a softened moan to escape your lips. He clenched his right hand against your body, and the other gently caressing your breast. Just as he was about to pull you in for another kiss, Jisung came storming through the entrance, eyes beaming with rage. His eyes widened as he noticed your smudged lipstick, and unzipped dress. His eyes grew wide, finally noticing where Felix’s hand hid. 

"Oh, I'm going to KILL you!” Jisung screamed, eyes glowing brightly as he charged towards Felix. Felix’s eyes grew as he quickly released his hold on you, using his ability to move you to the side as Jisung’s fists swung towards him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Jisung continued to scream, fists aiming towards Felix’s face. Felix sighed heavily, dogging Jisung’s attempts as he balled up his fists. 

“She doesn’t belong to you Jisung, knock it off!” Felix ducked, moving to the side as Jisung lunged forward. You landed sideways on the bed, dress now draping off your shoulder as you watch silently. Felix quickly looked back to make sure you were okay, losing focus on Jisung’s attacks.

"S-Sir Jisung..?" You whimper from the bed, eyes wide at the scene in front of you.

Jisung doesn't hear you, continuing to scream at Felix. "Well she doesn't fucking belong to YOU either!" Felix doesn't see Jisung's fist flying at his face. His fist connects and sends Felix flying backwards.

"S-Sir Felix!" You squeak out. Again, almost too quiet.

Felix stands up and dusts himself off, blood dripping from his lip. He growls at Jisung, stalking over to him to retaliate but he stops. Suddenly both boy's bodies are frozen in place and a dark aura emanates from the entrance of Felix's room.

"She doesn't belong to EITHER of you!" You turn your head towards the dark, demonic voice. Chan glowers from the door way, his eyes glowing a blood red. "What in the HELL are you two DOING?!"

Chan snaps his fingers and Jisung and Felix are able to move again. Jisung points an accusing finger at Felix, breathing heavily. "HE decided to try to take our girl for himself, here and now." Felix grinds his teeth, a glare set on his face at Jisung's words. "I walked in on mister ticket taker here with his hands under our girl's dress and his lips attached to her neck!"

Chan turns his dark gaze onto Felix, a brow raised. "Oh? Is this true… Felix?"

Felix swallows the lump in his throat, not meeting Chan's red eyes. "Yes Sir. It's true." He clenches his fists. "I-I couldn't help it! There's something about her that is… Irresistible..." His eyes land on you, a half purr, half growl escaping him.

Chan's gaze drifts to you, his eyes softening at your scared state. He walks up to you, gently straightening you out. "Are you okay, my puppet? Did they hurt you?"

Your eyes stay trained on Felix and Jisung for a moment. "I-I'm okay…" You look at Chan, your eyes lighting up seeing him. "Oh, hi Master Chan!" He chuckles at your cute greeting and pats your head. "Hello there, baby girl."

Chan turns to look at Woojin, who had followed him there. "Please take Y/N to my room and fix her up a little." Chan's gaze turns dark once more as his eyes train on the two culprits in front of him. "I have some… business I need to take care of really quick."

Woojin nods and holds his hand out towards you. You place your hand in his with a smile and he gently leads you out of the room. You two make it into Chan's room and he sits you on the bed. He squats down and eyes you, sighing.

"Are you alright, my girl?" Woojin strokes your chin, causing you to purr.

"I'm okay, Sir Woojin." You bite your lip. "Is Sir Felix and Sir Jisung going to be okay?"

Woojin nods, giving you a small smile. "They'll be punished for what happened, but they'll be fine."

You frown at your next question. "Is it… my fault...?"

Woojin suddenly grabs your face between his hands and gives you a hard look, his eyes flashing white. "Listen to me. This is NOT your fault, baby girl. Our boys here care about each other like family but they also definitely can be very selfish at times." Woojin gives you a quick kiss on your forehead, causing you to smile at him. "Don't fret, baby. It'll be okay."

Before you could reply, the door to Chan's room bursts open revealing a panting and frantic Hyunjin. "Y/N, MY DOLL. ARE YOU OKAY?!" He jumps up to you and grabs your face, squishing it between his hands. His glowing green eyes search every inch of you, a slight growl hidden in his breath and his voice turning dark. "Did those two idiots hurt you?"

Woojin rolls his eyes and smacks Hyunjin on the back of the head. "She's fine, idiot. Leave her alone." He mutters.

You smile up at Hyunjin. "I'm okay, Sir Hyunjin. Thank you."

Hyunjin squeals in delight and gives you a tight hug. Woojin sighs. "Dude, you really need to learn to control your two personalities."

Hyunjin whips his head tawords Woojin, baring his teeth. Before he could retort, Chan kicks in the door, holding both Felix and Jisung by the neck. He growls and shoves them into the room. Jisung and Felix growl lowely, rubbing the back of their necks as they look up at everyone in the room.

"Now that we are done with THAT, we should probably-" Chan pauses, seeing Hyunjin clinging to you. He blinks and sighs, a hand hitting his forehead. "What the fuck.. Do I NEED to deal with you too?” His brow twitched. 

Jisung growls lowley, his eye twitching at the sight of Hyunjin near you. Felix's glare is turned onto Hyunjin, fists clench. Chan's eyes train on Felix and Jisung, flashing red again, causing them to shut up. "Jisung, we really need to find a way to control your lusting." Jisung pouts and looks away, a hand to his chest. “We can’t have something like this happening again.” 

"Boss." A voice fell from the door, everyone turning to see Changbin and Seungmin standing in the doorway. Changbin raises a brow but ignores the weird air through the room. "We just finished cleaning up the remains, and putting everything away. All attractions are loaded onto the truck whenever we are ready to hit the road.” 

Chan claps his hands with pleasure as he applauds his crew. "Excellent. I’m glad I can trust you to get the job done. Alright, let's get everyone packed up and into the RV, this Karnival is moving to the next town." Chan's lips pull up into a demonic smirk. "We've got some souls to devour." Chan’s single brow raised as an evil smirk fell over his lips. 

As everyone left the final standing tent so it could be taken down, the members all made their way to the decorated travel RV. Unbeknownst to you and the others, a dark figure was lurking right outside the camp, following you to your next destination.

~~~

[Ultimate Masterlist]

[sonicgetsrawed]

cayyyy can i request a bit? domestic modern varigo but it's hugo gay panicking bc v just claps back? safe flight btw!! love you and all ur fic babies!!

Ok sorry babes I saw gay panic and modern and the rest went out the door!!! I hope you still enjoy!!! A continuation of my day 5 varigo week prompt!!! Enjoy!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

It had been two weeks since he’d ran into the most beautiful stranger he’d ever seen, and he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Sure he’d been able to keep his cool during their initial encounter, but since then he found himself becoming more and more flustered whenever he thought about their upcoming meeting in a few hours. Varian had texted him only forty eight minutes after their disastrous meeting, not that he’d been counting the minutes or anything. And after three failed attempts to meet they were finally meeting up at a local cat cafe that Rapunzel had insisted they go to. Realistically he knew he had nothing to worry about, there was no way this could go worse than their first meeting, but mentally he was freaking out. He’d spent the last two weeks not only casually texting Varian, but also getting Rapunzel to share as much information about him as possible. He didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with him. He hadn’t cared this much about a date in a while, hell he hadn’t even cared when it was a blind date, but now he was a fucking mess. And now it was time for him to meet with Varian.

He quickly grabbed his keys off the counter and headed out the door, the cafe only being about two blocks for each of them. Which was great because neither had a car. He hurried down the street, shooting Varian a quick message to let him know he was on his way, not five seconds later he got a reply.

Coffee Bean: see you soon!!

Hugo’s heart melted as he held the phone to his chest. He’d heard the words before, but when they came from Varian it sent his heart pounding in his chest. Actually anything Varian did sent his heart fluttering. It stopped completely when he spotted the shorter, panic quickly rising in his chest. He looked like an absolute angel standing on the sidewalk, rocking back and forth on his heels slightly, his eyes glued to his phone. He wore a smiple pair of dark jeans, the bottoms rolled up around his dirty untied blue converse, a dark grey T-shirt underneath his too big blue flannel. Hugo glances down at his own outfit, a pair of black slacks, his freshly polished work shoes instead of his usual boots, a plain white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a green vest left open to appear more casual. Shit. And it was with a startling realization that Hugo knew he was overdressed. He didn’t have time to go back and change, he’d already told Varian he was on his way, if he took too long he’d think something happened, or worse that he’d been ditched. Hugo ducked into a nearby alleyway, shedding his vest and button up, tossing the button up behind a garbage can and praying it would still be there when they finished their date before throwing the vest back on over his white undershirt. There wasn’t much he could do about his bottom half, but he hoped he didn’t look too overly dressed now. He took a moment to compose himself before heading back onto the sidewalk.

“Hey, Coffee Bean!” Hugo called, his heart fluttering as Varian turned to face him, offering him a small lopsided smile and a wave.

“I was starting to worry you got lost.” Varian teased, any nervousness he had when they met seemingly gone.

“Haha, me, lost? Psh, no.” Hugo said, a light dusting of pink already painting his cheeks. It was sweet Varian was worried and he’d made a fucking ass of himself. “Um, you look nice, I guess.” Fuck, he was so fucking stupid. “I mean you always look nice! Like constantly. Just in this constant state of nice.”

“Just nice? I thought I looked pretty sexy with coffee all over my shirt.” Varian said, pushing up on his tiptoes so he could smugly smirk at Hugo.

“I- I’m- uh- you- yes.” Hugo stuttered, shooting a finger gun in Varian’s direction. Thankfully Varian just laughed.

“I’m just teasing, but you do look nice too.” Varian said, sinking back to his normal height. And Hugo quickly found he missed him being so close. “Shall we head inside?”

“Yes!” Hugo said, perhaps a bit too excitedly if the look Varian shot him was anything to go by. “I mean, Uh, unless you don’t want to?”

“Oh no, I do. You still owe me that coffee.” Varian said, swinging the door to the cafe open. Hugo followed close behind, mentally slapping himself for already making an idiot of himself. He should probably apologize for ruining his shirt again.

“Hey, Var-“

“What do you want?” Varian asked, pointing to the menu on the wall before heading to the register. “I’ll have a hot chocolate please.”

“I’ll have a coffee, Uh, black.” Hugo ordered, cringing at his own order. He didn’t even fucking like coffee, why did he do that? He hadn’t even paid any attention as the barista rambled off their total until Varian held out his card. He didn’t think as he grabbed Varian’s hand, preventing him from handing over the card. “It’s my treat.”

“I- I thought you were joking.” Varian admitted, his face flushing as he glanced down at their hands. Hugo quickly pulled back.

“N-no, I was serious. I told you I’d get you that coffee.” Hugo said, handing over the cash to the barista and putting the change in the tip jar.

“But I-“

“You can thank me later.” Hugo said with a wink before tripping over a cat that had chosen that exact moment to rub at his leg. “Fuck.” And the furry death trap had the audacity to hiss at him.

“Shit, are you okay?” Varian asked, barely suppressing the laugh that bubbles from his lips. Hugo stares emptily at the ceiling, could he just disappear right now? Could this please be a dream? Was a redo possible? A cat jumped onto his stomach, apparently not. “Awww, this one likes you.” Varian cooed.

Hugo glanced down at it, the same gray bastard that just tried to kill him. “He’s plotting my death I can feel it.” Hugo deadpanned, pushing himself up into a sitting position, staring in awe as Varian joined him on the floor.

“Aw no, he’s just a sweetheart. Aren’t you?” Varian said, scratching the cat underneath it’s chin, it immediately erupted into a series of purrs. He turned the tag over in his hands, glancing at its name. “Ruddiger?”

“He’s been here for a while.” The barista said, leaning over the counter, expanding when Varian tilted his head. “Ruddiger. All of the cats are adoptable, Ruddy’s been here the longest.”

“Is that so, buddy? I can’t see why.” Varian said, letting the furry beast crawl all over him.

“I can.” Hugo mumbled, not that Varian heard him, he was too focused on the furry fleabag.

“Can we adopt him?” Varian asked, why he asked him in the first place he’d never know, but he did with those wide blue eyes, his bottom lip jutting out into a pout, the cat squished against his face. And Hugo knew he was so fucking royally screwed. He’d never be able to say no to this boy, and goddamn it he didn’t think he wanted to.

“Okay. Fine.” Hugo grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose, Varian letting out a squeal as he hugged the cat close.

“You hear that Ruddy? You’ve got a home now!” Varian said excitedly, nuzzling the cat. Hugo smiled, completely enthralled watching Varian’s face light up with complete and utter happiness. They forgot about their drinks, and left the cafe, Ruddiger in tow, to get Varian all set up for his new friend. It definitely wasn’t the date he had planned but he wouldn’t change it nonetheless. Varian was perfect in every way and Rapunzel’s numerous descriptions of him did no justice to the boy in front of him. He hadn’t even noticed the night was over until he was at Varian’s doorstep.

“I’m sorry this didn’t go the way you planned.” Varian said, wiping his hands on his jeans, the furry bastard already settled inside his apartment.

“That’s okay, this was a hell of a lot better than drinking coffee in some stuffy cafe.” Hugo said, stuffing his hands into his cat hair covered pants.

“I’m glad you think so, because you still owe me a coffee.” Varian said with a smirk.

“I’m- what?” Hugo said, the realization that he never actually bought Varian the coffee he promised dawning on him. “You’re right.”

“You’ll get used to it.” Varian said with a wink, not giving Hugo a chance to respond before grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss. It was fast and a little sloppy, almost like he had to convince himself to do it before he backed out, but to Hugo it was perfect. And he didn’t even care that his button down was gone when he got back to the alleyway.

[hiemaldesirae]

Arrax here: this idea is kinda funny/weird, but I'm in a weird mood so: (also Hannibal/Hazbin Hotel crossover) Vox has NEVER told anyone how he died. EVER not even Alastor knows....well one person knows. Lucifer. Vox and Lucifer made a deal--because Hannibal killed Vox. Vox at least wanted to know if 'the fucker,' ate him. (The answer is no. Why did Hannibal kill Vox? The FBI team picked up Vox the Priest cough-cult leader-cough as a suspect, and Vox figured out who the real killer was via the clues given in his interrogation and because of Hannibal's fucking name.) ("Like, Hannibal the Fucking Cannibal? He was right there, the whole TIME! AND THEN THE MOTHERFUCKER DIDN'T EVEN EAT ME!") The deal with Lucifer is simple show Vox what happened to his body after death, and Vox will be....Lucifer's best friend?? Uh, okay whatever his majesty wants.

It goes well during the 7 years Alastor's gone. It's okay during his return, as most of the dates? Friendship meetings? Are at the palace and they play video games and just genuinely fuck around having fun. (Vox may give Lucifer ideas on how to fuck Mammon over, time to time. It is funny.)

However, do to helping Lucifer deal with Mammon Vox gets pulled into something....else. Apparently, some sinner is playing dad with the princess, and Lucifer doesn't want his first visit with her in ages to go wrong. So he takes Vox along--Vox doesn't want to go--AT ALL, but a deal is a deal, and....in all Honesty Lucifer is one of the few beings he can call a friend now. So he goes, thinking it's probably Husk or Maybe Angel Dust--easily dealt with sinners for the King of Hell with his overlord best friend cheering him on.

This unfortunately is not the case. Vox feels his suspicions rise when Lucifer winks at him and says wait out hear for a minute, and don't worry about anyone sensing you. I've hidden you.

It's not until Vox it literally summoned into a middle of a song off-- "Have you met my bestie, Vox? (Shared duet between Vox and Lucifer with Vox in his Priest outfit:) They say, when you're looking for assistance (Vox takes over every electric device and broadcasts Lucifer's Voice, here, cutting out Alastor's parts.) It's smart to pick the path of least resistance

Others say, that in your needy hour (here Vox drops to his knees in prayer while Lucifer unfolds his wings and surrounds Vox with them)

There's no substitute for pure angelic power! " They finish their part of the song off, with Lucifer gently picking Vox up and setting him on his feet, easily giving the TV overlord a side hug.

With Lucifer's right arm around him, and the sudden screech of radio static mixed with angry stag echoes through the air as the princess claps her hands--"Dad, you have a friend?!? Besides the sins?!?"

Vox however is wide eyed at the very angry Alastor, whose radio dial eyes are on the King's arm, still wrapped tightly around Vox's shoulders.

It's then, the TV overlord realizes he really should have taken the damn joint Val offered him that morning.

IM GONNA CRY. where the HELL did that first part come from arrax your mind is wonderful LMFAOO i can just imagine the absolute shock and indignation on voxs face (screen??) when hes going like 'MOTHERFUCKER DIDNT EVEN EAT ME??' thats perfect. thats great thank you so much for that contribution

OH MY GOD. alastor would be fuming at the part where vox starts praying i just know it he'd be like '...whys he not praying for me. why is it for that 4'2 little gremlin absentee father BITCH' im going to scream and cry this is SO FUCKING FUNNY HAHAHAG

like. like. look at what i see okay i will illustrate it (metaphorically) for you guys

vox: heyyyy uh. luci, your majesty, big man, could you consider letting me go since the song's done and all.... (very vehemently not looking in alastors direction)

lucifer: no can do bestie! so, char-char, have you been introduced to my Best Friend (has also noticed alastor's Very Negative Attention and instead of looking away is locking eyes with him)

charlie: um! well.............. about that......... (thinking back to the meeting with valentino) so. uh,

meanwhile alastor looks like a rabid animal in the background

[hellshire-harlot]

And now, because no-one asked but my Gremlin Brain wants to Write Some Angst:

How my Hazbin OCs would react to learning that Valentino did something truly mostrous to Angel!

Angst ahead. Trigger warnings for: Possession, implied torture, abuse, injury

Hepsie: Oh honey. She’s been recruiting members of the Sapphic Traffic (Her all-lesbian motorcycle gang) for WEEKS just for this. After Angel comes back to the hideout of the Spider Sluts crying and covered in injuries, and after Hepsie hears what Val’s done this time, she is beyond pissed. She and Delilah co-ordinate the members of the Sapphic Traffic right outside the Porn Studios and wait for Val to notice them. When he does, they don’t give him a moment’s notice before they start shooting. He’s absolutely riddled with bullets by now, but Hepsie ain’t done with him yet. She’s gonna ask Alastor for some advice for how to deal with him: in private.

Silvie: When Angie comes home one day all sad, the poor Fallen Kid can’t really understand what’s happening, but when she sees how her mommies react, she knows it’s bad. Then she hears the name: Valentino. She sees a picture. She doesn’t focus on anything for the next few hours, devoured by her latest project. The rest of the Spider Sluts all went somewhere without her and left Chaxx to keep an eye on her, but she can take care of herself. She doesn’t question why all her parents are covered in blood when they arrive home, or what’s in that weird sack they’re carrying around. She just drags them into her little room, to show them her project. Her parents are so proud of her, so in love with all the drawings of the purple moth getting killed in variously gorey ways pasted to her walls.

Honeybee: Honeybee may be a kid, but she’s been in Hell long enough to understand what’s happening. When she sees Angel Dust come back to the hotel, barely still alive, she knows exactly who did it to him and why. At her request, Angel and Alastor were able to become good acquaintances and set aside the strangeness of their first meeting. She buzzes right down to Al’s room and tells him he needs to get into the lobby NOW. After he sees the state Angel’s in, he instructs Honeybee to alert Vaggie and Charlie. When she comes back with the worried couple, he tells her that he wants to take her on a trip to the Porn Studios. She was never a fan of seeing Al’s handiwork in person, but even she had to admit, there was something quite satisfying about seeing Valentino when Al was done with him.

Delilah: She’s been abused badly by Valentino in the past (Being a Val Gal, contrary to the media’s portrayal of it, is anything but glamorous) but this? This is insane. She has Hepsie bring Angel back to the hotel while she and Cherri form a plan of attack. Then when it’s all finished, they put their plan into action. Delilah strolls up to the Porn Studios, wearing the most promiscuous outfit she could find, and has a little chit-chat with Valentino. She says she’s been bored lately and is in the mood for a few clients. When Val asks her how many, she says she’s got about 4 (Cherri, Hepsie, Angel, and Chaxx) ready to go. She also says she’s got her eye on a certain butterfly demon she met at the club earlier. At this signal, the tag-team bursts through the massive window behind Val and ties him up as tight as they can before barricading the doors. In the end, no-one shows up to help Val, no matter how much he screams. In fact, all the demons who came up to check in on their boss end up joining in the fun. And fun it is. Very bloody, gorey, slow, revenge-filled fun.

Eden: Oh. Oh, that bastard’s gonna fucking pay. She already knows Vox isn’t that much of a fan of Val’s, so he’s the easiest to convince. With his help, getting Velvet to tag along isn’t hard, either. In less than an hour, she whips up some practical but hella fashionable outfits for her and her team. They set off. With Eden being the street-slicker she is, she manages to find a back entrance or a manhole or some way to get into the Porn Studio unnoticed. After they find Val’s room, they don’t even bother being stealthy anymore. Eden bursts in like a barreling train and knocks Val down before wrapping him up to the neck in strong thread. She just loves watching him squirm while she stitches his mouth shut. Afterwards, they make a TV broadcast all throughout Hell, stating that Valentino’s about to fall from grace. Turns out, a LOT of people had grievances with that fucker. It began getting streamed on every platform imaginable, and even Al began broadcasting over the radio about it. All of Hell tuned in that night to watch the most loathed demon ever suffer for their enjoyment.

Poppet: At first, she doesn’t say anything. Within minutes, she’s gone from her mansion in Devil’s Chill to the Hotel, where she convinces Alastor to tag along in her little scheme. After Angie gets healed up, they’ll bring him along, too. Poppet is basically Angel’s mom at this point, and no-one should mess with her little Angie. She and Al alone are a force of nature as they take on the entirety of Porn Studios, Al helping Poppet dispatch demons while he broadcasts the whole thing live. She takes control of almost every demon in the place (That’s still alive, that is) and makes them kill themselves. She doesn’t bother making them use Exterminator weapons; they aren’t the goal. It takes the deepest Puppeting trance Poppet has ever gone into in order to take control of Valentino and get him to leave the building. Just as she forces him onto his knees, Angel shows up. A ring of onlookers come to watch as Poppet and Angel Dust make Valentino pay for everything he’s done. By the time the show’s over, there’s nothing left of the little rat to bury.