#princess of hell

[awearywritersworld]

i have for the first time found what i can truly love—i have found you

sukuna x reader summary: you and sukuna go out for a late night meal. gojo finds out about your... relationship. sukuna is forced to take care of you when you come home drunk. w/c: 2.85k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. fluff. lots of banter. cursing. jealous/protective!sukuna. gojo being a flirt. aged up!yuuji. features a teeny bit of yuuji x reader. drinking and drunk!reader. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: i think i like how this turned out! also, the first two sections could def be read as a fluffy lil stand alone. idc whats happening in the canonverse, sukunas just a tsundere who adores us very much<3 series masterlist // masterlist

"maybe if you stare long enough, food will magically appear," sukuna calls to you from the kitchen table.

"this is no joking matter," you scold from your place in front of the fridge. "i'm starving."

"well, here's an absurd idea— let's go eat."

you turn toward him, finally closing the fridge, and tilt your head to the side. "you eat?"

"of course." he leans back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. "i typically prefer babies, but hell, i'd even go for an old man right now. i'm famished."

your eyes widen and your mouth falls open. he lets the panic simmer on your face for a few more cruel moments. "i'm kidding, idiot. i eat food, same as you."

"i knew that," you assert. the way your shoulders sag in relief tells him otherwise.

"right," he smirks. after standing up, he grabs your purse and tosses it in your direction. "where to? you're buying."

with only so many places open at midnight, you begin your journey to a 24 hour ramen shop.

you've hardly interacted with sukuna outside of your apartment, so this is certainly an experience you didn't anticipate. and in fact, you're shocked at how normal it feels— almost as if it's a date.

as you walk down the street, people eye him suspiciously because of the dark lines they assume are tattoos. it doesn't bother you though, nor does the lateness of the hour. you know that you're safe because you're with him.

your hands keep brushing against one another's, and you're hoping that he'll eventually take a hint and reach for yours. he doesn't (i mean come on, do you even know who you're dealing with?).

he does at least pick up on your pouty expression with impressive ease. "what now?"

"nothing," you huff.

"don't be a brat."

you sigh dramatically. "you're supposed to hold my hand."

"sure princess," he says condescendingly, lacing his fingers through yours. "maybe use your words next time like a big girl."

he doesn't fail to notice the ensuing skip in your step, and he kicks himself for regarding it as cute.

when you arrive at the ramen shop, sukuna orders no less than three bowls, which earns him a glare once the waitress walks away.

"when i agreed to pay, i didn't know what a glutton you are."

"oh yeah? cause i'm just the picture of temperance any other time?"

you scoff. "well you've got me there."

a sly smirk settles onto his face before he speaks again. "maybe one day you'll learn how greedy i am when it comes to the things i've deemed pleasurable."

you choke on the water you'd just brought to your lips, your face heating up as if it'd been bathed by fire.

wiping at your mouth, you try your best to recover quickly. "whatever, you hellion. as long as that doesn't involve a fourth bowl of ramen."

you're no more than 10 steps away from the shop when you hold out your hand to him. "ahem."

he grabs it roughly and not without rolling his eyes.

"what?" you ask innocently. "that was a word."

"hardly," he jeers. "for as much as you read, i'd expect you to be more fluent than a child."

"and at 1000 years old, i'd expect you to be more charming than a teenage boy, but i guess we're both making concessions."

"see, this is the part that puzzles me. you never seem to have trouble with your words when you're being insolent."

"maybe it's a sign," you begin whimsically. "the universe decided you need to be taken down a peg."

"ah, yes. you as the executor of the universe's will. i don't know why i couldn't see it before."

you giggle, rather delighted that he's elected to play along with your quips. there's something that feels so warm and pleasant about it.

as you wonder if he feels it too, your hand tightens around his.

you're not quite ready to head back to your apartment just yet, because you're scared you'll lose the atmosphere surrounding the two of you. in truth, it's a bit intoxicating.

the perfect opportunity arises when you spot a small park up ahead. lights are strung around the trees, all of which are situated around a small fountain.

"we should stop at that park!" you hardly finish speaking before you take off in that direction, tugging him along behind you.

after you plop down on the fountain's ledge, sukuna takes his place beside you.

"let's sit here for a little while."

he doesn't respond and you take his silence as agreement. he's not really one to stifle his grievances.

as the minutes pass, the rush of the fountain is the only noise that fills the air, while you gaze at the trees with a serene expression.

sukuna, however, is looking at you. the only care he has for the trees is the way their lights reflect in your eyes. otherwise, he's fully occupied by the curve of your nose and the fullness of your lips.

"isn't this pretty?" you finally ask.

"it's pretty," he agrees, even when such a soft word feels foreign on his tongue.

his eyes still haven't left you, and you seem to be oblivious to this fact until he reaches up to stroke your cheek with the back of fingers.

when your gaze lands on him, the fondness written all over his face catches you off guard and you realize how close the both of you are. without really thinking about it, you lean into his touch.

"very pretty," he repeats lowly, as if he's talking to himself.

your heart lurches once in your chest, then hammers away at your ribcage without respite. he leans toward you a fraction of an inch, his eyes flicking down to your lips for a brief second.

truthfully, sukuna has never felt the way he does in this moment. it's a sincere sort of desire. he doesn't want the mindless devotion he once thirsted for from his followers. and he doesn't want the sex he used to crave from his concubines.

no. he just wants you— in whatever capacity you're willing to have him.

the way he's looking at you is just too much. there's a dull thudding in your ears and you swear your thoughts are moving at a million miles a minute.

so naturally, you blurt out the first thing you can manage. "we should take a selfie!"

his face shifts from whatever that expression was to one of confusion. "take a selfie?"

some twisted mix of relief and disappointment crashes through you.

"yeah, a selfie. a picture together. ya know, since the park is so pretty," you ramble.

he pulls away from you. not all the way, but enough that it gives you space to finally breath. he chuckles and it doesn't sound lofty like it so often does. in fact, he seems genuinely amused by you.

"a selfie," he deliberates. "that sounds great, but to the best of my knowledge, hell hasn't frozen over."

and just like that, your dynamic feels like it did during your walk from the ramen shop to the park— comfortable and fun.

"well i guess you would be one of the first to know."

ignoring his protests, you take out your phone and hold it far enough away that the camera captures both of your faces. you can see on the screen that he's put on an expression of complete boredom.

"c'mon," you nudge him with your elbow. "you look like you hate me."

the corner of his mouth curves upward. "that's because i do."

you think back on the way he was gazing at you just moments ago and laugh. "you're so full of shit."

then, without warning, you press a kiss to his cheek and click the button.

you decide that his vague look of contented surprise will just have to do.

when you and yuuji walk into the bar, you immediately spot one of the people you're there to meet. he's sitting at a hightop by himself, his snow white hair pretty hard to miss.

you tap his shoulder and his face breaks out into a grin. he slides out of the barstool. "if it isn't my favorite civilian!"

as he pulls you into a hug, you wonder if he's ever going to get tired of that joke. "if it isn't my favorite old man."

"35 is not old," he argues, moving to greet yuuji. "i'm still in the summer of my life, thank you very much!"

"gojo you're 36," the pink haired man remarks.

"gah! such betrayal, yuuji!" he presses his hand to his forehead and takes a deep breath. "now i'm going to need another round."

"i'll go and get drinks for all of us," you offer. "you two stay here so no one takes the table."

before either of them can respond, you turn and begin making your way through the crowd. you don't hear gojo when he calls out, "but darling! i should go with you!"

he takes a step in your direction, but stops when sukuna's mouth appears on yuuji's cheek. "you certainly should not, you insufferable half wit."

"relax, dude. he flirts with literally everyone," yuuji informs him.

gojo scoffs. "i am right here—"

"as if that makes it better?" sukuna barks. "she isn't some toy to be played with."

"of course she isn't! you can't honestly think i'd believe otherwise."

gojo is left forgotten for a moment as the other two bicker, so he interjects once there's a lull in the conversation. "do either of you care to explain what the hell is going on?"

yuuji turns toward him, trying and failing to hide the embarrassment on his face once he realizes that gojo is, in fact, still standing there.

his eyebrows are raised above his sunglasses and it's clear he is inappropriately amused by the situation (what else is new?). he moves to sit across from the younger man, looking at him expectantly.

having no way to talk himself out of this, yuuji relays the recent events regarding you and sukuna, sparing some of the finer details. gojo's face doesn't really betray much emotion throughout the story, though he does look thoughtful by the end of it.

leaning forward, he crosses his arms on top of the table. "maybe your feelings for her are influencing his own, forcing a sort of bond between them?"

"i don't think so," yuuji contends honestly. "other than her, you're the person i admire and respect the most, but he thinks—"

"that you are perhaps the most imbecilic rampallion i've ever had the displeasure of coming across."

gojo jerks back, as if the insult had hit him squarely in the jaw. the look of giddiness from yuuji's compliment, followed by the shift to indignation at sukuna's insult is almost comical.

he stretches his neck forward, cupping his hand around one side of his mouth as if it'd keep sukuna from hearing. "what'd he just call me?"

yuuji shrugs. "beats me, but i don't think he was singing your praises."

"i see your point." gojo pauses, glancing over his shoulder. you're approaching the table, so he turns back to yuuji and quickly adds, "we'll talk more about this another time, but for now, keep this between us."

a few moments later, you appear in front of them and exclaim, "look who i found!"

megumi and inumaki situate themselves around the table too, offering their greetings. you slide yuuji and gojo their drinks, both of which are filled to the brim of the glass. "now then gentlemen, shall we?"

when gojo teleports you and yuuji back to your apartment that night, it takes everything in you to keep from yakking all over your carpet.

"ta ta, hooligans!"

you turn to request that he never do that again, but he's already gone. taking one step forward, you promptly fall on your ass in the entryway with an unforgiving thud. yuuji staggers toward the couch, making it there just in time to face plant into the cushions.

looking down toward your shoes, you're dismayed to find that each one appears to have two sets of laces. you're fumbling with them determinedly when someone crouches down in front of you, their elbows resting on their thighs.

he doesn't say a word. brushing your hands away, he unties your shoes and carefully pulls them off your feet. you're lifted from the floor before you can register the arm that's looped under your knees or the other that's securely around your back.

"careful," you hiccup, your head falling into the crook of his neck. "'m gunna p-puke."

"i'd rather you didn't."

you groan. "s'not like i 'ave a choice in the matter."

he hums. "how much did you drink?"

"dunno. sss'much. nobara—" you hiccup again. "nobara n' maki made me."

he chuckles, placing you down on what you figure is your bed. "right, i'm sure you had no choice in the matter."

"tha's correct, yes."

unbuttoning your jeans, he tugs upward on your belt loops. "lift."

you do as he says, lifting your hips from the bed so he can slide your jeans off your legs. he knows you won't remember this— hell, your eyes are already closed— but he looks away as he does it anyway.

pulling your phone from your pocket and putting it on the charger, your pants are discarded off to the side. he only turns his head back in your direction once he's pulled the blankets up over your body.

"tuck me in?" you request.

sitting down on the bed beside you, he does so without protest.

he stares at you for a little while, worried about how poorly you're probably going to feel in the morning. he presses a kiss to your forehead, intending to get up and grab a water bottle for your nightstand.

instead, his body freezes when he hears you mumble, "i love you s'much."

his heart clenches so painfully, he honestly considers ripping it from his chest— it would probably be less agonizing.

but a thought that makes him feel like a fool occurs to him. of course it's not him that you love. "i'm not yuuji."

"well, duuuhhh. you're s'kuna." you're peering up at him through tired, hazy eyes. it's the first time you've ever seen him look bewildered, so a small giggle erupts from your throat. "s'okay. you don't 'ave t'say it back."

your eyes flutter shut and your breathing evens out before he even thinks to respond. all at once, it's as if his head is empty and as if it's about to explode.

love?

what does he know about love? it's a sentiment he's cursed for so long, but sitting here beside you, he can't quite seem to remember why. one thing he is sure of, however, is that there's never been a thing in the world he's loved.

suddenly, he's struck with remembrance of a quote from jane eyre you had emphasized with messy underlines:

"after a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, i have for the first time found what i can truly love—i have found you. you are my sympathy—my better self—my good angel. i am bound to you with a strong attachment. i think you good, gifted, lovely: a fervent, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my centre and spring of life, wraps my existence about you, and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one."

rochester says it as he begs jane to stay at thornfield with him, an act sukuna had previously regarded as ridiculous, but is that still the case?

were you to ever scorn him, would he fall to his knees and plead with you to change your mind? or if you were in danger of dying, would he drag himself to a shrine and pray to the gods he doesn't believe in?

is that what love is?

could he stand to be apart from you? are you special to him? does anything else in the world compare to you? does he seek out your company? is he consumed by you? can he know himself without knowing you?

does the definition of love lie in those questions?

sukuna hopes not, because he's terrified of the answers. being in love is not his way, nor is it in his nature.

he buries his face in his hands as realization settles into his bones. it feels as if they're splintering beneath the pressure, trying resentfully to stave it off.

he transcends any imaginable scale of power. he's bled entire villages dry, he's commandeered death, he's the king of curses.

so why now? and why you? is it divine retribution? a sick sort of joke that even he couldn't have dreamed up?

gods, you were right. the universe has sent you to carry out its will and he's completely powerless to stop it.

the worst part of it all? he doesn't want to.

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[shinynewboots]

Listen to your Heart: Adam x pregnant!reader

AN: Lol I enjoyed writing this wonderful prompt for @madmiriam! I wasn't sure exactly what direction I wanted to take with this but fluff felt the most appropriate (lol all it takes is one comment though for me to write a pt 2 with smut bc I lowkey can see the vision now). I hope y'all enjoy! The prompt kept getting away from me so I tried to reel it in as much as I could so please bear with me lol

Warnings/tags: Pregnancy, reader's death/graphic details (backstory), cursing, guilt, sickeningly sweet fluff, slice of life, no beta we die like Adam

Note: S1 and S2 refer to the heart sounds heard in a normal cardiac cycle (think lub, dub).

Part 2 (18+)

You had never given much thought to how your second "life" would turn out. Avoiding exorcists on extermination day? Sure, that was to be expected. Working the same job you had worked when you were alive? Eh, that made sense, the hospital you worked at when you were alive was basically hell on earth most days.

Falling pregnant with a fallen angel's baby? Absolutely not.

You had freaked out a bit at first when you found out. You had been a doctor for fuck's sake. You should have been smarter. Except for the whole "being dead thing", which you assumed meant reproduction was off the table. Which it was, in most cases. Except for—

"Angelic Sperm," Adam said when you told him you were pregnant.

"What?" Of all the things you had expected him to say, this was not it. You had expected him to grow angry or childish, as you had known him prone to doing.

"Angelic Sperm." He repeated again, giving you a curious look.

"Adam you can repeat that all you want but that doesn't mean I know what you're talking about."

"Angelic Sperm. I think that's the only way for a sinner to get pregnant in hell. I mean, think about it, Princess of Hell is technically half-angel, half-sinner. And you've got sinners fucking all the time without getting knocked up. Come on, Y/N, weren't you a doctor?"

Adam scratched his head in contemplation, taking in this new information. You looked over at him in anger.

"I tell you I'm pregnant and all you can talk about is sperm?"

Adam looks over at you, a calm look on his face. He takes you into his arms, more gently than he ever had, and pulled you close to him. He kissed the top of your heard, his lips lingering far longer than they normally would.

"I'm so fucking excited, Y/N."

And so now you found yourself 5 months pregnant in Hell. You had begun to wear baggy clothes to not show your swollen stomach. You couldn't imagine what some sinners or overlords would do if they found out there was actually a way to get pregnant in an otherwise barren wasteland.

Adam had been very attentive to you in your pregnant state. You still had to work at the local hospital, trying to get in as many shifts as possible before the birth. When you'd gotten of work, Adam would always have some kind of food craving awaiting you, and together you would rot on the couch until it was time for bed and the day to start all over again.

There was one such time of rotting that you had found yourself lying on the couch beside Adam, on of his hands dropped across your waist and a hand lightly holding your baby. Baby, which Adam had begun to affectionately call "Little Hellion", was kicking happily in against your bladder.

You grimaced at the sensation, your body tensing against Adam. Sensing your discomfort, he kissed your forehead and pulled you tight. "Living up to your name, Hellion."

"They get it from their dad," You replied, your breath becoming more even as Hellion decided to turn their kicking attention elsewhere. Adam rubbed circles around your stomach, which seemed to appease Hellion.

"What are we going to do about after? I can't even imagine trying to raise a child in Hell, constantly on edge even more than usual." You finally asked, a question burning in the pit of your stomach for months. Hell was no place for a child. Would the baby even age? Sinners stopped aging from the moment they died. The Princess of Hell aged, though slower than a human would, but you didn't know what that meant for your baby. And other sinners would notice if they aged. Questions would be asked...questions that would be dangerous to answer.

Adam sighed and ran a hand through his soft, brown hair. "I've been thinking about that too. I think we need to go to the hotel."

You turned to look at him, your brow furrowed. "The Hazbin Hotel? Where you got fucking murdered?"

Adam laughed without humor. "Fucking insane right? And it's such a lame-ass place. But, I have to think about my family. You and Hellion are my family now, Y/N."

Warmth spread throughout your chest, Adam's confession taking you by surprise. He was rarely so vulnerable with you, mostly choosing to hide behind his mask of bravado and masculinity. You smiled at him. Hellion seemed to approve of his words as well because you received a sharp kick in your side.

"I think we should try and see if Hell Princess' redemption plans are even worth a shit. And even if they aren't, she, or Hell forbid fucking Lucifer, might have a better shot at getting in contact with Heaven than I do."

"Heaven? You want us to try and get into Heaven?" You shivered at the thought. You felt...dirty. Unclean. Unworthy of redemption. You had been sent to Hell for a reason and felt you would always serve your sentence.

"We have to try everything, Y/N. I...I have to try everything." Adam looked desperate, his golden eyes shimmering in a way you had never seen.

Adam kissed your forehead and continued rubbing circles around your stomach. He began to softly sing a Rolling Stones song you couldn't remember the name of.

And that was how you found yourself at the front door of the Hazbin Hotel, face-to-face with Lucifer of all people.

"Ooh, not sure if there are any rooms left in the inn. Might have you stay in the stables. I'm sure we have a manger or two for your convenience."

"I'm sorry, are you seriously making a Jesus joke right now?" You deadpanned as you stared at the King of Hell with an unamused expression. You had a hand on your stomach and you could feel Adam tense beside you.

"Get the fuck out of our way, Morningstar, your kid told us she would meet us here."

"Daddd!" Charlie yelled, running closer to the group at the front door. "I told you to let me answer the door!"

Lucifer at least had the grace to look sheepish. He moved behind Charlie, who happily welcomed you and Adam inside.

She grinned at you as she led you both to your room. "Congratulations by the way! So sorry about my dad, he always likes to try and push Adam's buttons."

"Fucking pussy," Adam muttered. You shot him a glare. "Stay away from him as much as you can."

"And ugh, Congratulations by the way! Adam told me all about it when he came to meet with me about you both joining the hotel! This is so exciting! And we have so many crafts and exercises and —"

"Hey, one fucking step at at time, Princess." Adam interrupted, sensing you tense at Charlie's words.

Charlie nodded and looked at you apologetically. "Sorry, I just get a little over-excited! We are so happy to have you here."

You smiled up at her softly. "We really appreciate you for letting us come to the hotel."

*

That night, you both lay in bed in your new home as you began your paths of redemption. Your head was on Adam's chest and you listened to the constant beat of his heart. Listening to the beat of the heart or pulse had always had a calming effect on you, even when alive. S1, S2, S1, S2, S1, S2

"Adam what if you get redeemed, and I—I don't. And I ruin everything. I don't deserve to be in Heaven."

"Why would fucking think that, Y/N. You deserve it more than anyone I know." He asked, his voice full of surprise.

"Because I killed someone!" You exclaimed, tears rolling down your eyes. "I was stupid and I killed someone and now I am meant to rot in Hell for all eternity. And I've damned our kid to this."

Adam wiped one of the tears that had begun to roll down your cheek. "And you don't think I have? Do you know how many sinners I've killed? Happily?"

"Adam, it's different."

"Try me."

You swallowed hard. "I was coming off of a 24-hour shift at the hospital. I was so tired. So fucking tired. And I knew better than to drive home. But my apartment was just 20 minutes away. And I thought it would be okay. I could have slept for an hour or two in the on-call room but I was so ready to get home."

Tears began streaming down your face at full force. Adam pulled you closer, surprisingly silent. "And then I fell asleep behind the wheel. I was only a mile from my house. I crashed into another car that had a mom and her kid in it. They died on impact. I was still alive, just barely, and bled out in my car before EMS could arrive."

"Y/N, you made a mistake. Fuck, I've made even more than that, definitely worse too."

"I just don't think I'm worthy of heaven."

Adam kissed your forehead and continued to hold you close. "Most of those fuckers who make it to Heaven aren't worth even half of you. You deserve Heaven. Shit, you owe it to yourself and Hellion to try."

"I'm just so scared Adam."

"I know. But we will take this one step at a time. Trust me, babe." He put a hand on your stomach. That had been one of his favorite things to do since the early days of your pregnancy. And Hellion seemed to know when their father was near, as you would get what you assumed were happy kicks in the direction of Adam's hand.

You nodded, cuddling in closer to him. One of his wings furled around you, creating a blanket for you and Hellion. You felt safe; warm. More so than you could remember feeling in a long time.

Everything would work itself out. And you and Adam would be redeemed just in time for Hellion to be born inside the pearly gates.

You found yourself focusing on Adam's heart once more.

S1, S2, S1, S2, S1, S2

Everything would be okay. It had to be.

[duckciferthecg]

@princess-of-hells-littles and others in their system (I’m not finding each blog that Hellion may have 😭) made thiiisssssss using their Charlie and Vaggie and my Lucifer (aka yours truly)

Happy pride y’all

[twigg96]

Daddy! Daryl X Reader Fic

Is this an excuse to write my first Daryl X Reader Fic? Maybe Lol. But how can anyone blame me? Boi is just a god damned dream <3 I can only hope I do him justice here and I hope to write more fics like this featuring him later.

Princess

A Daddy! Daryl X Reader Fic

Warnings: touches on histories of child abuse and neglect, Merle (Drug/Alcohol abuse)

Pronouns Used: She/Her

Summary: Taken within the memory of Daryl himself, told in the form of a bedtime story, the archer retells the tale of friendship, sweet summertime crushes, lasting love, and the crushing fear of an epidemic.

"Long before the walkers had become a threat to any common society. Before the quaintness of the forest had become a warzone and any feeling of peace were lost to the chaos held within the shadows. Before the fall of the major cities and the government itself. There stood two children. One child was forced to face the perils of the world too early. The harsh reality of adulthood thrust upon him without remorse. Beaten. Bludgeoned. By the very man, he was supposed to trust. His protector was thrust into jail once more. This time for a minor scuff protecting the very boy himself from the very man they both begrudgingly called father. The second child lived not too far of a life different than the first. Neglect wrecked this child's body down to the bones. Dirt stuck to her skin and dug deep into her nails even after minutes of scrubbing under hot water. The child's hair was cut short to prevent matting or bugs. Hunger constantly pained her. Illness wracked her body from lack of nutrition. However, together the two children were unstoppable forces of nature. Together, they grew as the saplings that refused to succumb to the fowl weather they were forced to grow under."

Bright blue eyes grew wide as the little tot scrunched deeper under the heavy woolen blanket. At only five years old the little girl had asked her father to tell her a story to keep the nightmares away and lull her to sleep as the moans of the dead had only gotten louder outside of the prison walls.

"The best of friends from the day the two met in the public hell hole-" The little girl gasped out cutting Daryl off. "Daddy cuss word." She chastised. With a roll of his eyes Daryl continued. "Public-crap hole they called school. The forest behind their trailer park served as a playground and a better school than any the state of Georgia could offer out of brick and mortar. It was there Daryl-" The little girl gasped out smiling widely at her father. "That's your name Daddy! Does this mean this is a story about you and Mommy?" She giggled, all too pleased to be able to piece together the puzzle by herself. Smiling down at his daughter, Daryl chuckled leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Yeah, it is." He whispered sitting up with a smirk as his little hellion kicked giddily. "Now lay still and listen, or yer mama will be pissed." He laughed, "Where was I... Oh! Daryl taught his best friend to hunt using only a stick, string, and tiny pocket knife to craft a simple bow from the elements around them. He taught her the value of patience. To hold as still as possible despite the adrenaline and jitters caused by the hope of a fruitful dinner. She in return taught him all she knew. She taught him to fish and how to lay traps in the warm months. Taught him never to waste a single article of a meal and to thank the land for any food taken for then nature would be more fruitful come the next bounty. But most importantly. She taught him to trust, to love."

The little girl made a show of making large doe eyes at her father batting her long lashes at him. "That's beautiful." She whispered dramatically. "Oh trust me, baby. You haven't heard the best part." Daryl whispered back caressing his thumb over her checks.

"Years passed. Daryl got his license. With every right, he could have run. He could have chosen to leave everything he knew behind and start life anew. He could leave his father behind without so much as a second thought. He'd miss his brother but held some lingering hope that after his extended stay at the state penitentiary for drug possession, Merle would find his way to him." The little girl blinked up at him sadly. "You mean... Uncle Merle?" She asked sadly. Daryl couldn't meet his daughter's eyes this time, simply nodding and continuing his story. "He'd gotten along fine without him so far. But he would be damned if he left her behind. Daryl had dropped out and gotten his GED the first chance he'd gotten.-" Daryl paused meeting his child's curious gaze. "That just means I... Daryl quit school to work." He answered the question he knew was lingering at the back of her mind. The small girl nodded in acknowledgment.

"He refused to give her a solid answer why the day he did it. He guess he just assumed she was planning on doing the same. But... she didn't. She told him she was determined to stay and finish her degree out. The thought truly baffled Daryl. They both had talked about how much they fucking-" The little girl gasped out in shock once more looking completely appalled. This time Daryl knew he messed up however when he heard her whisper a little. I'm tellin' momma. "ain't no reason to tell yer momma! I'll change the damned word just... go to sleep." Daryl sighed scrubbing his face. "They both had talked about how much they really despised school. How they hated the town they lived in. From what he gathered the plan was to leave as soon as possible. He heard Atlanta had work. Lots of it. They could just go there and get jobs now instead of wasting another year and a half in a town they both despised. But she insisted it was something she felt she needed to do. It was only a year and a half... Fine... Daryl hated it but he could live another year. It gave him time to start saving for that ring he saw in the jewelry store window."

The little girl giggled once more earning a pointed look from her father. "What is it?" He asked a little less patiently than he intended. "Daryl's gonna buy her a ring! It means he like likes her." Daryl couldn't help the snort that escaped his throat at the absurd statement. "Yeah, baby. He really like likes her." He responded pinching the bridge of his nose. "Daddy." The girl whispered out grinning from ear to ear. "I like like a boy." She teased earning a low groan from her father.

"One and a half years passed." Daryl continued making a point to ignore her obvious teasing. "The glittering diamond ring now sat proudly on Daryl's best friend's ring finger. A promise for a future untold as she walked proudly to accept her diploma. Daryl had never been so proud of anyone in his life. Nor had he ever been so happy while wearing the most uncomfortable clothing he could possibly imagine. A white button-down, Khakis, dress shoes, and a tie he "borrowed" from Merle's closet. None of it matched the piercings he refused to remove or the tattoos the sleeves and shorts failed to cover. But she loved him so deeply anyway unbeknownst to her that he would look even more handsome in a few months' time standing next to her in the courthouse in his rented suit. With Merle standing by their side he would never look prouder to be a big brother in his life than when he looked on at his little brother and his wife."

"So they got married?" The tot asked sweetly, sleep finally winning as she yawned. "Yes. baby. They got married."

"Another two years. Another blink of an eye. Daryl stared at his apartment with his brother and wife. If he had any say in the matter it would just be he and his wife but Merle was fresh out of jail... again and the pain in his heart every time he watched his older brother throw back more and more liquor or use whatever the drug of choice for the day was kept him from throwing him out on the streets. He knew where Merle's pain was rooted from. The difference, was Merle hadn't been sheltered or protected as much as he was... which wasn't an excuse but warranted warmth from him. This time was different, however. His wife was pregnant. She was going to have a little girl. Fantastic news for the little family. Even Merle seemed excited to have a niece. But the time would come when the baby would come and Daryl and his wife would need their trailer to themselves..."

Daryl's daughter's eyes grew heavy but the small tot fought sleep, curling her self around Daryl's middle and laying her head in his lap. "Is the baby me?" She whispered sleepily. "Yes, princess." He whispered combing through her soft hair.

"Well... that's not exactly how things turned out. It had been exactly six months after the birth of their beautiful daughter, Phoenix that the world went and crapped itself. When his little family had first heard about the outbreak, Daryl specifically remembered Merle laughing before telling his wife to change the channel before it gave the baby nightmares. She did. The news broadcast was on every channel... No matter what they turned it to. Cartoon Network. The Food Channel. All of it was covered by a constant feed of various news anchors covering the horrific new virus everyone should be aware of. Live footage of people... human beings devouring each other in the streets filled the screen and all Daryl wanted to do was turn it off. But Merle has glued a seriousness plastered to his face he'd only ever seen twice before. It scared him. "This has to be a fucking joke..." He remembered whispering, holding Phoenix close to his chest to lessen the soft whimpers of her cries until her mother could fetch a bottle for her to feed with. But as some glass broke outside of the trailer followed by the high-pitched screams of their neighbor, Daryl wasn't entirely sure anymore. Merle had been the one to creep to the window peeking out of their broken blinds before stepping back and looking horrified. "We gotta get the fuck outta here." That was all Merle said as he started grabbing furniture and shoving them against the flimsy door of the trailer. Grabbing whatever they deemed important, they stuffed everything into duffle bags. Guns, arrows, bows, baby supplies, baby food, blankets, and survival gear. They'd all unfortunately trained for this moment. For a life of hardship outcast into the forest to fend for themselves. Daryl, his wife, and Merle. But poor Phoenix... How Daryl and his wife had wanted more for her than what they knew."

Daryl waited for Phoenix's feedback but smiled when he heard none, only feeling her grip on him tighten when he moved and a soft sigh escape her tiny body as she got comfortable. Daryl wanted to be the kind of dad that told his daughter fairy tales of princesses, dragons, trolls, vampires, monsters, and fairies. Not life before the turn. He didn't want to tell her stories to keep her safe from the walkers that existed just outside the prison gates or even the people that could harm her if he or his wife weren't there to protect her. He wanted to be the dad that took her to t-ball and dropped her off at school bawling at the drop off on her first day. Not took her to the courtyard of the prison to practice how to hold and use a pistol should the need arise, shoot a bow just her size to hunt should she ever be left alone for too long, or worry what a lack of education was going to do to her in the long run. Looking up as his wife climbed the stairs to their shared sleeping area Daryl tried to push all his anxiety away. Kissing his best friend, his greatest love, his wife, the mother of his child so deeply before she laid down beside Phoenix he tried to convey that love. He tried to let them know they were the princesses to his fairy tale.

[miscellaneousjay]

HEY HELLAVERSE HELLIONS!!! Woulda said “hotties,” but that’s for Megan Thee Stallion’s fanbase! To Thee Hot Girl and fellow Hotties: HI THERE AND I HOPE EVERYONE’S HAVING A GREAT DAY!!! Anywho, Boyfriend put me on to the Hellaverse with “Hazbin Hotel” and “Helluva Boss” and both had me rolling and damn-near bouta cry! Both shows are rollercoasters of emotions with very colorful and relatable demon characters! So far, my faves are Princess Charlie, Angel, Fizzarolli, Moxxie, and Alastor (even though he’s a lowkey dickhead).😎

My thoughts in general and some hopes for the next seasons/parts:

1. I hope Blitz and Stolas can sit down and have an actual convo about where they’re at emotionally in order to upgrade their situationship to an actual, healthy relationship.

2. I hope Vaggie sincerely apologizes to Charlie and they can mend their relationship.🤞🏾

3. I wonder where Lilith and Lucifer went so wrong to the point where they ended up divorced and Lu ended up with depression?

4. Is Moxxie’s mom actually dead?! Since it’s hell and these demons are people who have already died, she (a demon) can’t die again right?!👀

5. I love how each district of hell seemingly represents a major city/state: Gluttony gave bubblegum Cali vibes, Greed gave gritty Chi-Town or Jersey (from Moxxie’s dad’s accent) with all the bricks and gangstas, and Lust looks like Las Vegas at night.

6. I love how both the angels and demons weren’t quite what I was expecting and, just like people, there are both good and bad seeds in both groups. Not all the demons are evil and some actually want to do better and deserve a chance at redemption. The angels, on the other hand, have become self-righteous and clearly haven’t promoted anyone recently deceased to a major seat at the political table in the last few thousand years because they have a whole undercover extermination squad that most of the angel community was unaware of until Charlie put them on blast. It was also revealed that Vaggie was expelled and left in Hell to die because she refused to mindlessly slaughter a demon child. Really puts “morale” and “gray areas” into perspective, doesn’t it?

[mafwaff]

The Fury of Avernus. Hell's Hellion herself. Mama K!! 🔥 I loved doing her burn scars and her horns.

Last of Chaos Crew to go is God's favourite princess ~ ◆

[darkestprompts]

so for darkest dungeon 2 narrative wise which group of characters would be fit to fight each of the region bosses. like a different party per boss

(Hey, buddy, you should probably change your icon and reblog a few things before someone thinks you're a bot)

Warning: do NOT take any of these as in-game strategy suggestions.

Tangle, Dreaming General - Man-at-Arms (undead general of a fallen army? The drama writes itself), Flagellant (dead but still alive in a neverending nightmare), Leper (former leader of armies, theme of decay), Highwayman (yeah you got me, it's the Reynauld parallel, but people like it because it makes sense don't @ me).

Sprawl, Librarian - Leper, Hellion, Plague Doctor and Occultist. They would all be horrified at the destroyed books. It could be a great character moment for Hellion, since she's apparently unusual among her people for learning how to read.

Shroud, Leviathan - This should be the "we'll show you your god is mortal" team. I suggest Bounty Hunter, Hellion, Vestal and Occultist. Plague Doctor and Flagellant are also options, although I cringe to let Damian anywhere near Junia (I'm sorry princess I know he sucks now).

Foetor, Harvest Child - Grave Robber (for the monstrous gentry theme), Runaway (for the creepy family household theme), Jester (has been to a few terrifying banquets)... Maybe Highwayman just for the gruesome absurd to make him shoot another kid a dozen times. I know, I'm going to hell.

Sluice, Wilbur - The closest to your DD1 Swine King team you can manage, or whatever you think is most representative of DD1 nostalgia. I would have Arbalest here... IF SHE WERE IN THE GAME.

[babysitting-hellhound]

*wearing a mask and social distancing cuz we've got covid and are NOT about to pass it to you and Ez*

Hey Chester Hey Ez I hope you guys are doing as well as you guys can. Speedy recovery to Chester and lots of love to both of you ❤️

@princess-of-hells-littles Charlie ❤️ 👑

@celestial-prince-cg Stolas 💜 🌟

@first-man-first-uncle Adam 💛🤘

@that-goddess-auntie Circe 💖 🌸

The Hellion Collective 😈

And here's the other. To all of ya, thank you kindly. I couldn't have asked for a better community, really.

[the-hellion-collective]

About Us (The Hellion Collective)

We are the Hellion Collective! Bodily we are 28 years old, and we are currently on a waitlist for a DID/OSDD evaluation, however our therapist is encouraging us to let the mask fall so that's what we are doing.

There's 40 total, plus several fragments

Adam (Mood Booster and in charge of socialising, Owner of @first-man-first-uncle, Ageless, He/Him)

Akira (Little, Age Unknown, They/Them)

Alastor (Protector, 32 years old, He/It)

Angel Dust (Sexual Protector, 32 years old, He/She)

Arthur (Role Unknown, 46 years old, He/They)

Blitzo (Protector, 31 years old, He/It)

Carmilla (Role Unknown, Age Unknown, She/Her)

Charlie (Caregiver,  Protector, Co-Host, Owner of @princess-of-hells-littles, 224 years old, She/They)

Cherri Bomb (Role Unknown, 27 years old, She/Her)

Circe (Sexual Protector and Caregiver, Owner of @that-goddess-auntie Ageless, She/Her)

Declan (Gatekeeper, 24 years old, He/They)

Edalyn (Trauma holder, Pain Holder, Caregiver, Owner of @eda-the-mama-owl-lady, 40 years old, She/Her)

Edward (Trauma Holder, Middle, 15-18 years old, He/Him)

Eli (Host, 18 years old, He/They/It)

Emily (Little, 5-14 years old, She/They)

Eve (Role Unknown, Age Unknown, Pronouns Unknown)

Fizzarolli (Role Unknown, Age Unknown, Ze/Hir)

Hadrian (femHusk) (Role Unknown, Age Unknown, She/Her)

Hezekiah (Protector and Trauma Holder, Owner of @big-brother-hez, 69 years old(soul), He/They)

Husker (Census Keeper, Age Unknown, He/Him)

Ignatius (Gatekeeper and Protector, 24 years old, He/They)

Kalani (Little, 2-16, They/Them)

Lilith (Caregiver, 892 years old, She/Her)

Loona (Social Protector, Age Unknown, She/They)

Lucifer (Unknown Role, 10,000 years old, He/Him)

Lute (Little and Trauma Holder, 5 years old, She/Her)

Max (Little and Trauma Holder, Owner of @puppy-max, 7-10 years old, He/It/Pup)

Millie (Role Unknown, Age Unknown, Xe/Xem)

Moxxie (Role Unknown, Age Unknown, He/Him)

Nessy (Little w/major age slide and Trauma Holder, 4-21 years old, She/They)

Rosie (Caregiver mostly innerworld, 52 years old, She/It)

Stolas (Protector, Owner of @celestial-prince-cg, 36 years old, He/Him)

Ulysses (Boundary Enforcement, Ageless, It/Its)

Vaggie (Caregiver and Gatekeeper, 24 years old, She/They)

Valentino (Tino) (Role Unknown, Age Unknown, He/It)

Valerie (Role Unknown, Age Unknown, She/They)

Velvette (Social Protector, Age Unknown, She/He/They)

Vesper (Little and Trauma Holder, Owner of @vesper-the-littlest-imp, 0mo-12mo, She/Her)

Vox (Role Unknown, Age Unknown, He/They/It)

WildStar (Census Keeper, 12 Moons, She/Her)

Zestial (Role Unknown, Age Unknown, He/It)

ANY OF US ARE ABLE TO ANSWER ASKS ON THE BLOGS WITH THE ONLY EXCEPTIONS OF MAX AND VESPER AS THEY ARE LITTLES. THEY WILL INTERACT ON THEIR OWN BLOGS IF THEY ARE UP FRONT

CHARLIE DOES REGRESS ON OCCASION

[hellishrp]

The short jackrabbit demon took a breathe as they approached the absolutely massive hotel. Like, holy shit how many floors and rooms did this place have? It's as if they were prepared to house an entire school in there! As intimidating as the height was, the idea intrigues them when placed against the ad they saw. I mean, the Princess of Hell and the Radio Demon? You'd think there should be lines out the doors to see what crazy shit was happening right this very moment! But nope, they're the only one at the entrance.

They stare at the door hesitantly, stopping as they touch the door itself. "...just gotta make a good impression..." They adjust their over their dark red sweater and adjust the black tank top underneath. "Right...here we go."

And just like that, they've stepped into the Hazbin Hotel.

— The insides of the hotel was bustling with sinners, a very usual atmosphere for the place. The bartender cleaning his bottles and the pink resident trying to provoke him, the belle of the resident sitting in the living area with her beloved, the singular maid running around in mania with a large needle in her hand. And Alastor of course, standing on the side in half - empty gaze, watching the routinely chaos unfold.

— The entrance chimed with a push ever so slightly which made the entire crowd halt in their actions. How long has it been since anyone new made arrival at the hotel? Immediately, the princess' face lit up with sparkles as she ran to the gates. She pulled the handles with excited force to reveal a jackrabbit figure behind, staring with a nervous expression.

" Oh my GOD! Hiii! EEEEEE- Welcome to.. the Hazbin Hotel! "

— Charlie could barely keep her emotions in tact, her eyes dipped in stars and her face scrunched in overjoy. Everyone else.. kind of watched in disbelief at the arrival of the potential new guest. The next to take action was of course, the co-hotelier, Alastor. He faded over to beside of the princess to greet the newcomer, his expression unaltered with a smile.

" Welcome new fellow! To the Hazbin Hotel, will you be staying? "

@hopeful-hellion hehehe

[hunterwritesstuff]

Uriel relationship chart?

sure!

Val - "A pissbaby of a man."(Hated)

Vox - "Talk, talk, talk, do you ever SHUT UP?!"(Tension)

Velvet - "Hmph."(Tension)

Hex - "Do you bleed?"(Tension)

Husk - "Alcoholic."(Tension)

Shirley - "Powerful."(Tension)

Ebony - "Parents of evil."(Tension)

Ranni - "Sheep."(Tension)

Alastor - "You will never see the gates."(Tension)

Rosie - "The only Hellborn Overlord."(Tension)

Orion - "You know it was for everyone's own good."(Tension)

Charlie - "Princess of Hell, doomed to fall."(Tension)

Angel Dust - "His honeyed words led you to your doom."(Tension)

Vaggie - "How far have you fallen?"(Tension)

Lute - "A good fighter."(Tension)

Adam - "...we did what you asked. Now don't let anything slip."(Tension)

Jax - "You thought someone finally saw something in you, and then they saw your true colors. You will never be better, you will never improve."(Hated)

Lucifer - "Shine bright, you'll only fizzle out."(Tension)

Peter - "Keep the Hellions out."(Tension)

Astrid - "Strong. Good."(Tension)

Lilith - "First one to cockblock Adam."(Tension)

Eve - "Fucking freak."(Tension)

Dante - "What did you do to him?"(Tension)

Bob - "My conscience is clear."(Tension)

Cain - "First killer."(Hated)

Abel - "I am sorry, little one."(Friendly)

Vesper - "Pretty voice..."(Friendly)

Celeste - "I am certain Azrael doesn't mean harm."(Friendly)

Emily - "Bright eyed and bushy tailed..."(Friendly)

Sera - "Thank you for believing in my wisdom."(Friendly)

Enjoy! :D

[shinynewboots]

Staring at the Sun / Adam x Lute Chapter 1

Summary: After the battle, Lute attempts to flee with Adam. They find themselves unable to return to Heaven and must adjust to life in Hell.

AN: Hello all! I have been obsessed with Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss for the past two weeks and got this plot bunny that wouldn't leave me alone! So excited to be writing for this fandom! This chapter is relatively short but I wanted to go ahead and set the scene for the rest of the story. Hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings: Violence, gore, 18+ eventually, Adam-typical misogyny eventually

Chapter 2

“NO!” Lute screamed, running towards Adam. Golden blood dripped from her dismembered limb, leaving puddles of golden tears as it fell. She could no longer feel the searing pain in her arm. No, that pain now belonged in her chest at the sight of her beloved leader being stabbed in the back.

Adam lay face forward, golden blood gushing from his multiple stab wounds as the Damned could only stand and watch in awe as the small demon pulled her knife from Adam’s back.

Lute fell to her knees beside Adam and used all the force in her body to roll him over, the remains of her left arm hanging against her side. 

“Sir! Stay with me sir!” Lute screamed, almost demanding. Adam gave her a soft smile. It had been a long time since she had seen his face, but it was just as handsome as she had remembered. Blood dripped from his nose. His golden eyes were soft but empty, losing light. His hair was messy and full of dirt and debris. His beautiful heavenly robes were stained with blood.

“Adam!” She screamed. Had she ever called him that before? Tears welled in her eyes and she took in the sight of her beloved leader. His eyes closed, and his breathing grew shallow. 

“It’s over,” The Princess of Hell said in a dark tone behind her. Blood pulsed in Lute’s ears and saliva pooled in her mouth. 

“Take your little friends and go home,” Lucifer exclaimed, fire blowing from his mouth in a rage. His voice was low and threatening. All around them, the other exorcists had stopped fighting and Lute could feel all the eyes of Hell upon her. 

“Please,” Lucifer added, a snarky smile on his face. Lute breathed deeply and grabbed Adam’s halo.

“Retreat! All exorcists fall back.” She screamed. Exorcists filled the skies and fled the scene as though it were a crime. The group of Hellions watched on, triumphant looks upon their faces. 

Lute knew she could not leave him. He was better than all of these demons and sinners. He was Adam. He was the First Man. He was…everything.

Lute took in a deep breath and used all of her remaining strength to pull Adam onto her shoulders. It took a few tries as she could not balance him due to her loss of forearm. Finally, she felt secure enough with him on her shoulders. He was much bigger than her and would weigh her down as she flew but she had no choice. She couldn’t leave him. 

She unfurled her wings, beginning her ascent back to Heaven. Exorcists filled the skies, almost all back through the portal that Adam had originally opened. The fucking cowards had not even bothered to try and help her bring back the body of their leader. Fucking bitches. 

Lute could feel Adam’s blood soak into her back. She could no longer hear his breathing. He couldn’t be dead!

He was Adam!

“Don’t you dare fucking die on me Adam,” She whispered as though it were a prayer. Despite being an angel, she had not prayed in decades. What was there to pray for in heaven?

She flew much slower than she ever had, weighed down by Adam and her own exhaustion. Her arm was dripping blood back down to Hell like holy raindrops from above. All of the exorcists were back through the portal.

She was so close!

Just a little further!

But wait.

Why did the portal look like it was getting smaller the closer she got? 

Her eyes widened in realization as the portal closed leaving her flying toward the Pentagram sun, the sky around her empty.

How was this possible?!

She couldn’t open another portal.

She couldn’t—

Falling. 

She felt herself begin falling. 

Her eyes grew heavy. 

She was so tired. So dizzy. She just wanted to rest. 

NO!

Adam. 

Adam needed her. 

Adam was—

Falling too

Everything went dark. 

How long had it been since Lute had been in the dark?

“Dad!!” Lute heard someone scream. Hell Princess maybe?

Adam. 

She had to save Adam.

Adam—

[doodleferp]

True to my word, Aren is not the only fankid I have up my sleeve. Tonight, I bring you a half-breed hellion from the depths of Wrath.

If you had asked Madds about where she thought she’d end up in life, becoming the wife of an Icon was not what she’d have said — much less becoming a parent. In spite of her own reservations, her husband was adamant that they make themselves an heir…though he was at least considerate enough to give her time to open up to her fate. After an uncomfortable pregnancy in a sweltering palace, her daughter was yoinked into the world and let out a scream that made a servant drop on the spot and impress the hell out of her baby daddy.

Now in her preteens, Amity is just as loud and proud as her father. While she’s not quite fluent in caps lock yet, she’s slowly getting there with time. She has trouble making friends outside the Ring, though, and meetings with her mother’s family always come with someone getting bit, scratched, punched, etc. And quite honestly, the young princess feels torn. She wants to make her mother happy and find her own healthy boundaries, but at the same time, she's worried that dialing it back means she'll be failing her father. It doesn't help that her entire future is banking on her output of rage.

She just needs a hug. And therapy. And a very durable force field between her and her therapist for their own protection.

Amity's father belongs to the lovely @eldritch-spouse -- and his masterlist can be found here. Amity herself is not canon to the TCE lore in any way.

[ashes-writing]

Ok I’ve been trying to do something with this inspiration but I got nothing. I pass it to you.

Can you please bless me with your smutty magic? Pwease.

OKAY FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU MA'AM.. Secondly, this... It got away from me and honestly? I enjoyed the challenge this presented (I'm sent an image and I have to make a story out of it) so.. Yes... Yes, I did indeed try to work my magic. However, it's not so much smutty as it is... Kind of intense. I tried to make this veer into filth country but I couldn't figure it out. Maybe someday I can revisit and try again. Until then, sweets, have this.

Also, sorry for my absence and that this took a lil longer than I thought it would. I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Uh.. sexual tension. It is real. Swearing. That's honestly about it.

Tagging: uh, hmm.. There's nobody on my new taglists. Any of 'em. So if you wanna be tagged go [ here ] and add yourself. Or tell me and I'll do it.

Other Stuff: taglist || pinned - my rules

I do not consent for my work to be reposted elsewhere or changed/stolen.

She hit the water with an icy splash and a loud scream and when she popped up from beneath it, she sent up a splash and some angry words were thrown around. But in the time it took for her to do all of this, Damian had stolen her prized unicorn floatie.

“Asshole.”

“Aw, are you mad, princess?”

“Not as mad as you’re about to be.” she smirked as she grabbed the float and proceeded to try and turn it over. She finally succeeded after two or three tries and Damian popped up from beneath the water shaking dark hair at her as if he were a wet dog. 

“Run.”

Then he dove towards her, arms gripping her waist as he started to attempt submerging her beneath the water a second time. She put up one hell of a fight or she was until all the fighting and all sudden movement just suddenly… stopped.

They locked eyes.

True to form, Damian had something to say. “You’re kinda hot when you’re angry and trying to drown me, princess.”

It wasn’t what she expected him to say at all and while her brain was busy trying to process, his arms slipped around her and he pulled her closer. An almost territorial move and it may or may not have had everything to do with Moss gaping at her from his lounge chair, his eyes glued to her body like magnets despite Damian making it quite well known to everyone in the locker room that the hellion he had melted against him right now belonged to him and him only.

Either way, as her nose filled with the scents of him, the way the sunscreen mixed with sweat and the after scent of expensive cologne, she felt the foreign urge to clench her thighs because there was just something so… Hungry in those deep dark eyes and the way he was making himself taller so that he towered over her, all of that was throwing her into a frenzy.

“You think so, hm?” she questioned. Taking a step back for the step he took forward. A teasing little gleam in her eyes as she wiggled her finger at him and laughed. “This.” she gestured to his taller, muscular frame as she spoke, “It might work on the other girls, Priest. But it’s not enough to work on me.”

A smirk played at his lips and he reached out for her as she turned and prepared to climb up the pool ladder. Rough hands latched onto soft curve and he grunted against her neck quietly, “That sounds like a challenge to me, princess.”

She spares a little glance over her shoulder at him. Giggling as she shrugs. “Take it however you want to, Priest. I have a name by the way. It’s not princess, either.” she’s pulled herself out of his grip and out of the pool by now, somewhere in the five seconds it took for his hands to touch her body and his mind to get totally sidetracked by it.

She was a stealthy, slippery and coy little one. Oh so coy. Nothing he ever did seemed to really bother her or shake her up at all and frankly, Damian Priest was at a total loss for the first time in his life. Between the sarcasm and thinly veiled insults that bordered on flirting that constantly fell from her lips almost as easily as she took each breath and the fact that she couldn’t touch him enough one minute only to push him away the next, the man was getting very frustrated.

It explains the childish logic behind the decision to steal her beloved golden unicorn floatie because that was equal to a childish tantrum or the boy who likes the girl so he ties her shoelaces together or steals her pink crayons all the time. It was a last resort. A way to make her pay attention to him.

Not that he needed it or anything.

He just wanted it. So fucking badly.

He chuckled to himself. “If I want to call you princess, then I will… Princess.” he said it with a smirk. In a firm tone. His hand tangled in dark hair as it rested against the top of his head and he searched her eyes for some sliver of interest, caught by surprise when he found exactly what he was looking for this time.

Finally. It was about damn time. He’d nearly exhausted every single move in his playbook at this point, he’d gone above and beyond to at least try to make the odds of her bending to his will, belonging to him and him alone, just a little bit more favorable.

His brief moment of triumph was overshadowed however, because she bent down and with a smooth flick of her hands, she sent up a cold spray of water at him. He scowled.

“That oughta cool you off, Priest.” she giggled before skipping away, over to the poolside bar. 

As his eyes traveled her body and lingered on her side profile, he bit his lip. Shuffled around in the pool so maybe the way his cock was throbbing and felt like it might explode at any second would remedy itself. 

She slipped the garnish of olives between her lips and he groaned to himself, fists clenched tight at his sides.

Moss called out in a laugh from across the pool. “Blow it again, Priest?” to which Damian didn’t even spare a look at the man as he held out his arm, his middle finger raised in Moss’ general direction. “Fuck yourself, Madcap.” he called out in response without taking his eyes off of her.

Baron Corbin sidled up to her and Damian’s hand closed around the pool ladder. He hesitated. Going over there right now would be too easy, too obvious and would make him seem like some kind of simp.

He may well have been but besides the point. He watched as Baron’s hand settled against her hip. He growled to himself, his fist clenching around the metal of the ladder. Ready to go over but something kept him where he stood watching at a distance.

He smirked to himself when he watched her turn to face Baron. One hand on those curvy little hips as she laughed and shook her head no while rolling her eyes at him. When he seemed irate at the way she blew him off and tried harder to appeal to her, she threw a hand in his face and walked away.

But it was what she said as she walked away that had his heart beating in his ears.

“Keep it up, Corbin. I’ll find my boyfriend. Correct me if I’m wrong but hasn’t Damian beaten your ass a few times before? Do you want it to happen again?” she questioned innocently. Damian’s mouth dropped but he was quick to close it. Quick to pull himself up to the pool and emerge behind her, wrapping his arms around her hips as he chuckled. “There you are, princess. Corbin bothering you again?” he may have been unable to resist the urge to drag his tongue along the outside of her ear.. Or drop his voice real low and give her hips just the smallest hint of a squeeze to pull her back against his chest even better as he asked the question. His eyes settled on Baron. “Man, we’ve talked about this. At length. Are you really gonna make me kick your ass right out here in front everybody? Again?” he laughed and he straightened so that he stood taller. She squirmed in his grip, well.. At first he thought she was squirming. Then he felt the way the soft curve of her ass pushed right against his black swim trunks. Twice.

“Oops?” she mouthed as they locked eyes when she glanced over her shoulder and up at him.

“You’re teasing a man and all you can say is oops, princess? Really?” Damian purred as his lips boldly brushed right against the soft curving slope where her neck met her shoulder. He laughed into her skin. “Boyfriend, huh?”

“Ugh. Don’t make me regret opening my mouth, Priest.” she grumbled, a soft laugh punctuates her words as she turns herself so that she’s facing him and still very much pressed right against his body. 

“Oh, I have no intention.” he promised, bending to scoop her up into his arms, glancing out at cold water with a wicked gleam in his eye. Her head dove down, settled in his neck. “You asshole!” she stammered out seconds after they both came up from beneath the water he’d thrown them into. He chuckled. 

The sound died away and the softness of her body bumped against hard muscle as she stepped closer. Eyes locked on each other as the sounds, the scenery, all of it fell away, disappearing to nothing.

His hand settled against one of those curvy hips and the sliver of space between them was closed entirely. “I think I can make you wish it was real, baby girl. Care to make a bet?” he asked the question casually. Framing it as just a friendly wager because he knew her well enough to know she’d never resist a good dare.

She gulped. For once she hesitated before responding. Damian chuckled. “Cat got your tongue, kitten?” he mumbled, dipping his head down so that his lips just barely grazed against the softness of hers. “C’mon.. What do you say?”

“M-maybe I already do. Why exactly do you think I chose that to say in the first place, hm?” she said it quietly. Calmly and god help her, she managed to hold his gaze for the duration, just a small act of defiance on her part. Damian grinned. Rough palms gliding over soft curves as his hands seemed to grow a mind of their own. “Wanna go somewhere more private?” he asked.

“Finally.” she muttered, laughter so soft it tickled his ears. “It took you long enough.”

He gaped, feigning shock as he pointed to himself. “Who?Me? I’ve been trying for months, darling. You’re the oblivious one.”

“And yet, you walked right into this.” she gave him one of those little cute and smug pouts as he chuckled, rubbing his chin in thought. “Okay, alright.” he let his hands settle on her ass and slid her up his body, her legs wrapping his waist and squeezing tight as her arms circled his neck. “Maybe I did.”

[allthingsdarkanddirty]

𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚.

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··· 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 ···

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞.

𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚

I was born into one of the most powerful Mafia families on the East Coast. Unfortunately, being a girl meant my future was never my own.

Our rivals are weakened, and now is the time to strengthen our numbers and form powerful alliances, meaning I’m being married off to the callous and brazen head of the Irish Mob.

Every time he tries to charm me with that devilish smirk, I can’t decide if I want to kiss him or smack it off his gorgeous face.

He assumes he’s getting a demure princess who was raised to defer to her husband at every turn.

𝙊𝙝, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙬𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜.

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧

There’s been a power shift in Boston, and the head of a rival family wants to strike a bargain to ensure the destruction of our mutual enemy.

And he’s offered his daughter in marriage to seal the deal.

No one prepared me for the stunning hellion with a razor-sharp tongue in that delectable mouth of hers. And I sure as hell never thought one brush of her soft lips would haunt my every waking moment.

It’s no secret the cold Mafia princess would rather be anywhere other than at my side and likes to contradict me at every turn. Unfortunately for her, I’ve never met a challenge I didn’t face with relentless determination, and I’m not about to start now.

But my wife has enemies of her own.

𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨, 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙄 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚.

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[hellsblood]

FULL NAME: JESSALYN D'AUBIGNE (ANGELIC NAME IS LUDIVINE)

NICKNAMES:  JEZ, MON ANGE, PETITE FLAMME, PRINCESS, QUEEN, BANE OF HEAVEN, THE HEAVENLY FIRE, BLOOD OF THE MORNING STAR

PRONOUNS: SHE/HER

SEXUALITY: DEMISEXUAL, SAPPHIC, POLYAMOROUS

AGE: 23 (SOUL IS 414 YO)

EYE COLOR: HAZEL WITH FLECKS OF EMERALD but they turn to gold when she uses her angelic powers and burning red when anger takes over

HAIR COLOR: EITHER RED OR STRAWBERRY BLONDE

SPECIES: NEPHILIM, HELLION (a.k.a. infernal vampire) READ LORE HERE

PLACE OF RESIDENCE: HELL OR DARK DIMENSION (FORMERLY EARTH)

OCCUPATION: PRINCE OF HELL, KING OF THE DARK DIMENSION 

SIRE: SAGE

LANGUAGES:  ENGLISH & FRENCH. CELESTIAL, DEMONIC

tw:  story contains topics such as abuse, religious trauma, illness, murder and loss

Growing up, Jessalyn never really felt like she belonged. As a baby, she was found in a basket on the steps of a church, with a note signed with a G that said the child has no father. She’s adopted by a very catholic family who affectionately called her their miracle. At the age of 5, she manifested a magic affinity for fire, which scared the hell out of her very religious adoptive parents. Somehow, she ended up being raised by witches who’d heard of the couple planning to exorcise their child. Most witches said she sucked at being a witch. She’d internalized her previous adoptive parents' fear of magic and instead of helping her overcome her traumatic past, they simply decided she was broken and basically made a Cinderella out of her.  Over time, her internalized phobia of magic ate away at her immune system. She was gonna die young (17) but a miracle happened in the form of a redhead man with golden eyes  who fed her his blood. She asked him who he was and he said I guess I'm a guardian angel. She told her witch family about it. They immediately thought a vampire had corrupted her soul but Jessalyn was adamant it wasn’t the case. She’d felt the man meant no harm. They didn’t believe her. And she never saw that man again.

*

She’s 21 and graduating from college in a whole other country than the one she grew up in when her life is turned upside down. She quickly finds herself princess of a realm of shadows she’s barely allowed to leave and now has to drink blood to survive. Her first kill (her first love) haunts her and she relies on her sire Sage (whom she later finds out is her father) for guidance and comfort (platonic comfort, no incest!!). Three months later, Sage vanishes, leaving her to tend to his kingdom as Queen Regent. Sage’s disappearance, as well as the manifestation of the first signs of The Apocalypse, plunges the DARK DIMENSION into chaos. To her own people, Jessalyn is no Queen. They see her as a parvenu,  a surface girl who doesn’t deserve to sit on the throne. They have no idea that the true blood running into her veins belongs actually to their king.

The fragile Armistice between Hell and the Dark Dimension used to rely solely on the latter’s promise to remain neutral in the everlasting conflict between angels and demons. Although, with Sage’s sudden disappearance, HELL worries he might be collaborating with the Host of HEAVEN and thus violating the terms of the original treaty that was signed nearly a decade ago.

The young kingdom quickly finds itself under the occupation of the Infernal Court and Jessalyn finds herself bound to the underworld and unable to leave these grounds to venture to Earth until… she finds a loophole (she carries a vial of soil from her kingdom on her at all time).

This time, Hell demands the Dark Dimension’s allyship in the upcoming Armageddon. Jessalyn has two options: 1) join Hell’s forces willingly or 2) refuse and watch her kingdom be devoured by hellfire. But Jessalyn knows what awaits her people in the infernal realm and she refuses to let Sage’s dream be reduced to ashes.

THE DARK DIMENSION FINALLY JOINED THE APOCALYPSE CHAT!

If Heaven wins this war, there’s no guarantee of what will happen to all supernatural beings who aren’t considered holy creatures of the Lord. But if Hell triumphs… What is gonna happen to all the people who turned their backs on Lucifer/Satan to live a life of freedom under Sage’s protection? And what about the Earth people? Can the Dark Dimension really side with earthlings to save the world that persecutes them?

MORE ABOUT HER

D’Aubigne is the surname of the witch clan that raised her. The surname of the family that adopted her first was Angelet.

Even though Jessalyn doesn’t think of herself as a queen, she remains loyal to Sage and cares about the fate of her people. She will do everything in her power to ensure the safety of her people and make sure Sage’s dream lives on.

She’s very much aware of Sage being her true father and him being Lucifer/Satan’s son, which makes her Lucifer’s granddaughter. She struggles seeing herself as a good person because of her legacy.

Despite being a second generation nephilim, she is as powerful as a first generation nephilim. Sage originally believed her to be the descendant of the biological child he had 414 years ago but she turns out to possess, by some miracle, the exact same soul as the very child he didn’t get to raise.

She’s fighting the idea that evil is born, which is hard to do when people believe you’re a weapon in a war against Heaven.

She’s an advocate for free will and believes one has the power to forge their own destiny.

She doesn’t know about the prophecy about her yet or that she’d be wanted by Heaven and Hell if they knew who she was.

Favorite flower is the dandelion. Because dandelions are free, wild and you can’t buy them. 

She turned out to be one of the best fencers of her team in high school, even though she claims she isn’t much of a fighter. She quickly picked up on it (some ancient angelic fighting reflexes actually kicked in)

She hates fighting and the idea of ever harming someone (again). 

She can’t get drunk, at least not with alcohol from the earth plane. 

Her blood can heal all creatures, including angels and demons, only when given freely. Otherwise it is like poison to both angels and demons that come in contact with it. It is the HEAVENLY FLAME’s own protection system against those who wish to take that power for themselves.